#also not me stopping right before the kiss lmaoooo

[nayaaatv]

svt with guitarist s/o!

✰ ; pure fluff and maybe crack if u squint

warnings ; none (?)

wc ; 1.2k ♡

a/n ; this lowk makes no sense but ok! anyways im back >3<

[ members : ot13 ]

⋆｡˚ SEUNGCHEOL [승철]

; stop, he's the cutest. he finds it so hot like oh my god. watch him instantly pull out his phone when you say you feel like playing. if you ever decided to play him a song as a gift or something he will 100% start crying. he'll be tearing up flexing to his members and family 😭 oh and he definitely bought you like a custom guitar pick with your initials and cute lil doodles on em :>

⋆｡˚ JEONGHAN [정한]

; finds it super cool. he'll ask you to teach him how to play like you do, and then proceed to tease you in the process. he's a handful, but he's your handful. he says its because he wants to be better than you at playing, but its definitely because he wants you to do that cliche where you put your hands ontop of his while you strum the guitar together. not to mention his head spinning like crazy everytime you do seriously teach him how to play. he's always buying you stickers to decorate your guitar with and they're always so cute and funny. and lastly, he's constantly flexing about your talent. "yeah, they play the guitar!! theyre super cool right? right???" + spams the gc with recordings of you playing.

⋆｡˚ JOSHUA [조슈아]

; finds it super cool 2. always recommending you songs to practice or just play in general. yk joshua's happy shocked face? yea he gets that face everytime you play a song from his playlist (ahem... yk what song im talking about). he'll start singing and everything, most of the time it just forms into a 2 hour singing session. its just a super intimate moment for you both :(( he loves it sm, always admiring the face you make everytime you're super into the music.

⋆｡˚ JUN [준]

; he 100% thinks its super hot. like stop his knees get weak everytime he sees you playing or if you play infront of him. your skills literally lull him to sleep, when he really cant sleep when he's on vacation or on tour he'll literally spam call you in the middle of the night to play you a song so he can go to bed peacefully, and he does. "maybe it isn't the song playing, it could be the person playing it" -- like he will suddenly get the urge to kiss you when you're holding your guitar its so funny LMAOOOO

⋆｡˚ SOONYOUNG [순영]

; your biggest fan actually. endless praises left and right. goes absolutely insane when you tell him about a song you just finished learning recently. spams the gc with recordings of you playing 2. if you ever managed to learn his songs or like.. horangi power, he will SPRINT AROUND to find a microphone and sing along + posts a video of it everywhere (w ur permission ofc). if you ever had a gig or were performing with your band somewhere, he will be horanghae-ing in the crowd, always ♡

⋆｡˚ WONWOO [원우]

; he doesn't show it much, but seriously adores you so much when you play :'). especially when he's reading or doing any silent activity before going to bed, he always finds himself smiling and forgetting about the book as soon as your beautiful melodies start to play. baby actually sleeps like a baby afterwards. + he always cleans your guitar every once in a while when you're not home or when it starts looking a but dusty to him. "it makes me sneeze" well, it does, but i think we all know its 99% because he doesn't want you getting allergies.

⋆｡˚ JIHOON [지훈]

; lowkey nags you about it 24/7. "can you play this song?" - "you know how to play that?" - "wowowowow". again if you ever learned one of his songs he'll start praising you furiously and recording you like a mom at a dance recital. asks you if you could make acoustic covers with him hehe + helps you make a WHOLE SONG with his producer skills and everything. either way he's super proud of you. he's just so cute <3

⋆｡˚ MINGHAO [徐明浩]

; he's calm about it, but also finds it very cool and attractive. he does indeed also record like a mom. (im starting to feel like they'll all do this). his heart absolutely melts when he sees you so happy with your guitar. if you left it alone with him he'll protect it with his life, he's like cleaning around the place so nothing accidentally falls on it or something. he just really likes seeing you play, cause from his perspective, you're an absolute angel when you play. he loves it sm, he loves how you look so focused and happy :(((( he wants to AND WILL protect you and that guitar forever.

⋆｡˚ MINGYU [민규]

; he's on his knees, okay one knee. but to be honest i think he always forgets you know how to play and gets super surprised when you show him or tell him you do. AND LEGIT FOLDS EVERYTIME YOU DO. "WHAAATT WOAAHHHH" and like mumbled praises every 2 seconds, as if this isn't the nth time you've played infront of him. he's gonna give you those puppy eyes when he asks you to play one of his songs yk, and when you do he'll be so mesmerized like a baby playing peekaboo for the first time 😭

⋆｡˚ SEOKMIN [석민]

; he really wants to like do a duet with you, but despite his energetic and outgoing personality he's too shy to ask you ㅜㅜ. HE'S JUST SO AMAZED BY YOU YK?? he's like hoping you'll get the hint someday, but if he's inpatient he'll just secretly ask the company to email you or your band (if you have one) to do a duet or cover with him, but anyways he really likes this musical skill of yours. and supports every decision you decide to do with it :)

⋆｡˚ SEUNGKWAN [승관]

; ALSO TOO SHY TO ASK YOU TO DUET W HIM. but like he does it eventually, i also feel like (if you had one) he'd get along with your band well. like he'll remind you when its someones cats birthday like LMAOOO he's so cute stop. he'll go to every single one of your gigs too (if you had one 2). but if you played privately or if it was just a hobby he'd be just as supportive !!! he'll make you banners and everything what a cutie ㅠㅠ

⋆｡˚ VERNON [버논]

; also forgets that you know how to play, but is fully entertained when he finds you playing or atleast practicing. somehow manages to end up talking about your skills everytime he hears someone talking about bands or guitars like LMAO. imagine him at a fansign, the fan in question is talking about how shes taking guitar lessons so she can play one of their songs, and then vernon accidentally reveals your relationship by saying "oh, my s/o plays the guitar!! theyre really good, you should check them out!" and then he doesn't notice until like 5 mins later. LMAOOOO i love him

⋆｡˚ CHAN [찬]

; he thinks you're super cool 😖 like actually he'll get so nervous and blushy infront of you everytime someone brings it up or when you pull out your guitar. he'll legit start stuttering and everything he's so adorable help me. he definitely flexes to his friends and family too. ㅠㅠ♡

#merry belated christmas!! #seventeen x reader #svt x reader #seventeen fluff #svt fluff #seventeen scenarios #svt scenarios #seventeen imagines #svt imagines #seventeen reactions #svt reactions #seungcheol x reader #seungcheol fluff #seungcheol imagines #jeonghan x reader #jeonghan fluff #jeonghan imagines #joshua x reader #joshua fluff #joshua imagines #jun x reader #jun fluff #jun imagines #hoshi x reader #hoshi fluff #hoshi imagines #wonwoo x reader #wonwoo fluff #wonwoo imagines #woozi x reader

[tonberry-yoda]

Hmm anyone ask for Hanzo smooches yet? Also I know he's not playable but could I also possibly get Maximilian smooches ? Thxx

GOOD NEWS ANON, you're the first to ask for Hanzo!! I love that fluffy lil dude so much!! And Max omfg dude I simp for that robot unfortunately lmaoooo thanks for the request anon! have a killer day and stay super hudrated <3

"Hanzo," you pouted, crossing your arms. "Would you stop looking so grumpy all the time?"

"What are you talking about?" Hanzo crossed his arms.

"LIKE THAT!!" You pointed at him, who looked grumpier than usual even though he was cuddling on your bed covered in stuffed animals.

"I'm not grumpy."

"Well you sure look like it. You know, a smile isn't a bad thing, right?"

"There's nothing to smile about." Hanzo turned away from you and grabbed a fluffy stuffed animal, holding it in his arms.

"Oh, so not even me? Are you saying you don't love me, Hanzo?" You pouted out your bottm lip and sniffled just to get on Hanzo's nerves.

He took it much too seriously though and threw all of the stuffed animals out of his way, hurrying over to you. "I-I didn't mean that! Really, I-"

"I'm just kidding!" You giggled and grabbed both sides of Hanzo's face planting a big kiss on his lips. "But seriously, Hanzo," you chuckled looking at his bright red face. "A smile suits you."

A smile crept onto his lips before he tackled you onto the bed pressing kisses all over you.

Yeah.... a smile looked really good on the sharpshooter.

You slid some cash across the table to Max as a smile lifted either side of your lips. "I'll bet that much."

If Maximillien had eyebrows, they would be lifted right now. Sure, you were rich, but willing to bet that much on a game of cards was risky, even for him. "Are you sure?"

"Yup." You sat back, looking at the cards in your hand, your smile fading to a complete poker face.

He sighed and looked at his own cards. He wasn't doing too bad, and hell, maybe you were bluffing.

"Actually," you took majority of the bills back and shoved them in your pocket. "Look, how about: if you win, you get that wad of cash, if I win, I get $20 and I get to kiss you."

Max burst out into laughter. "Deal!" He shook your hand and was immediately devastated to see his loss.

He gave you your money and you ran over to him, cupping his metal face in your hands. "Ready?" You asked with an eager smile.

"You seem way to excited about this."

"I am." You brought your lips to what would have been his, making a lovely sigh come out from him. He pulled you closer and hugged around your waist while you hugged around the back of his neck.

You pulled away, your smile from earlier somehow bigger. "Thanks, Max. You're the best."

You ran off with your money and left Max to contemplate. Maybe he would lose more often.

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if you want smoochies from your fav, my inbox is open!

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#tonberry answers #anon #overwatch #overwatch x reader #hanzo #hanzo x reader #hanzo shimada #hanzo shimada x reader #maximillien #maximillien x reader

[finelinevogue]

Harry would be like your being a brat missy because she's stubborn and all that. She wouldn't let Harry pamper her from their early stages of their relationship hell probably wrap her in a blanket and call her shawarma wrap ✌️😔 then poke the sides and tell her she'll eat her later LMAOOOO

oh this is so cuttteeeee! here's a tiny welcome back blurb:

July 3rd 2018

“You’re no fun.” Harry whined. 

“And you’re a man-child.” You argued back. 

You’d only been dating for a few weeks, but it felt like you had been a married couple of forty years. It was just so easy between the two of you. You got along so well that some people were genuinely jealous.

Gemma was talking to Harry a few days ago, which Harry then told you, about how people would come up to her at the end of your nights out and complain that you and Harry were too in love - to the point where you needed to tone it down because it was making other peoples relationships look menial in comparison. 

You and Harry just had a relationship like no other, because you understood each other. Or maybe it was because you were in love, but it was too early to say. 

Harry was currently trying to pamper you after a hard day with editing. Your Sunday’s were reserved for editing so that your content would be ready for the week. The whole day you had been sitting at your desk, typing away at your desk with little to no breaks and now Harry was trying to distract you for the evening. He was worried you were overworking and that you’d give yourself bad burnout. 

“All I’m asking is that you come shower with me.” He said, sitting on the edge of your bed patiently. 

You’d not moved in with each other yet, but the amount of time you spent with each other you might as well be. The topic of moving in with each other hadn’t arisen yet, but when it did you were more than happy to say a big yes. 

“And I need to edit this video.” 

“When are you uploading it?” 

You rolled your eyes, preempting his reaction. “It’s my monthly what i’ve read video.” 

“So it’s for uploading at the end of the month?” He asked. 

“Yes.” 

“And it’s currently the 3rd.” 

“Okay.” 

“Nope. That’s it.” 

Before you could ask what was up, he had swivelled your chair around and picked you up from underneath. 

“Harry! Oh my God, H!” You laughed but also screamed, latching onto him as he manhandled you across the room and onto your bed. 

He threw you down on top of the bed and before you could escape, rolled you over, as well as your duvet, so that you were burrito rolled up. Your head was the only part of you that was visible. You tried moving your arms but they were tucked tightly to your sides. You continued to laugh as Harry kept you steady. 

“Woah, woah. Careful.” He said with a hint of concern when you nearly tipped yourself over the edge of the bed.

“I don’t even think it would hurt if I fell I’m that bundled up.” You chuckled, thanking him for pulling you away from the edge. He climbed on top of you so he was straddling himself over your stomach. 

“Y’look fucking adorable right now.” 

“I feel like I’ve been mummified.”

Harry laughed at your comment, before taking out his phone and snapping a few funny photos of you. You didn’t even bother posing, knowing Harry would only take good photos of you anyways - it was his superpower. He even put his ringed hand on your cheek at one point and caught a photo of you kissing his palm. He immediately set it as his lock screen.

“Ever had a shawarma wrap?” He asked you, putting his phone to the side.

“Yeah?”

“Y’look like one sexy shawarma wrap, right now.” He said and it made you giggle. Then he leaned down and started kissing away at your exposed cheeks, lips and neck.

“Harry stop!” You laughed away, not being able to control the giggles.

“Nope. Gotta eat y’up now.” He bit his teeth playfully against your jawline and then kissed over the spot, softly, afterwards. “Can’t believe I’m falling in love with a little shawarma wrap.”

#harry styles #harry styles x reader #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles x y/n #harry styles fanfic #ask finelinevogue #finelinevogue #harry blurb #harry styles concept #harry oneshot #harrys house blurbs #harrys house finelinevogue #harrys house masterlist #harry’s house blurbs #harry styles blurbs #harry styles fluff #masterlist finelinevogue #harry styles masterlist

[vole-mon-amour]

3x12, Jamie edition, part 2.

Roy seeing Jamie and Keeley hugging, asking him out for a bear, letting Jamie fist bump him and suggesting he does this, being excited about spending time with Jamie. When early in the show Roy full on walked away from fist bumping and Jamie had to fist bump himself.

THE GROWTHHHH. I'm so happy for Jamie, honestly. I'm pretty sure Roy's posted was on Jamie's wall way before Keeley's one got there, so to be best friends with your childhood hero/crush... Good for you, Jamie. Good! for! you!

The different ways these two drink. I'm having Thoughts. Also, what are those dog tags, Jamie?

"Worth the wait." I'M HAVING THOUGHTS.

Fucking FINALLY. Tell him he's the best boy. Also, can't get over the looks Jamie always gives him. The never-ending puppy eyes with "Oh? Oh, for real? Ohhh my."

When will they finally kiss?

Older man, lmaoooo. Oh, Jamie. You wonderful, wonderful boy. The daddy kink can easily be a part of it.

Hey, you know how it looks like? "To you dying then." Look at them go.

Friendship? FRIENDSHIP? (stops myself from writing a fanfic right here and now) Oh, you are SO dating.

Roy, what are you, five? No, but for Real? Keeley deserves SO much better. He's insecure af, he tries to push Jamie away from her, he's crushing Jamie under this passive aggressive "She's mine, so don't even think about it."

If anything, if I were to choose from the inside of this triangle, it's Roy and Jamie for me. They WORK. It would fix so much if they kissed and explored each other's bodies. All that "All I need is Keeley & you stay away from here" would disappear.

However, if we're talking het ships (which I dislike but ok), it's Jamie and Keeley for me. I'd love Keeley with someone new. I'd LOVE to, with boys being together. But between Roy and Jamie. Jamie is SUCH a much bigger man than Roy. Jamie has done all the work since s1. No one held his hand, he's done all the work himself. He never ever hit on Keeley again despite all his love for her. He's been respectful of her wishes and never pushed himself on her or on Roy with "She's mine." If anything, he went with "I respect you and your relationship with Keeley" & stayed out of the way.

All Roy canonically does is pushing herself on her and on Jamie about her. Both Keeley and Jamie deserve better than an insecure man that can't get his head out of his ass. It's like one hookup, he went kind of normal, then he's back to his old ways again. Like???

I genuinely think you should have some gay sex. That would fix you a bit, Roy. I'm sure of it. Jfc. Is it me or is Roy incredibly weird this ep? What's with "She's a woman"??? What's that misogyny? You can't talk with a woman without thinking you're back on track to dating her? Keeley told you 'No" numerous of times.

Like, I'll tag it as anti Roy x Keeley, but I genuinely think shippers also should see it. Roy is regressing so fucking fast. You call this the man Keeley deserves? I don't fucking see it. "I don't want to be just friends." Well, she's not ready, why are you pushing so hard? Asshole.

See??? "I'm so insecure, but I'm pushing myself on her so hard, it's happening, we're getting back together, step aside!"

I want to beat Roy with a stick. Like, at actual tree stick, with leaves and all, so he'd understood what he's doing, that idiot.

Anyway, Jamie is such a sweet boy, immediately asking if they're official or not. He gets it.

You tell him, Jamie. Does this change anything for me in terms Roy x Jamie? No. Lol. But omg, I am still so anti Roy x Keeley, you guys. He should learn how to be alone and how to be a decent human being and how to treat people with respect.

I see only one child here & it's you, not Jamie. Grow up. No, tbf, they're both acting like kids, "I was with her first" — "I was with her last." But Roy is.... *deep sigh* My reaction to him is basically Jamie smacking lips and raising his eyebrows. Seriously, grow the hell up.

No but I think she should sit together, all three of them and talk. They don't actually consider what the woman in question wants. Maybe she wants neither of you. In the meantime, Roy and Jamie should kiss. They're going nowhere this way.

"She made that for me." I see hints of Roy getting physical & I swear to god, if he ever touches Jamie in the wrong way, just with one fucking finger, I am so fighting Roy. I can almost see Jamie waiting for the punch and for the need to defend himself. Jamie comes first, everything else comes second. Unless you're gonna kiss him and love him & cherish him, FUCK OFF.

Overall, even with how much I ship OT3, I'm tired of when it's presented like an actual triangle/two people running after one. This is seriously going nowhere & considering this might be our episode EVER, I dislike that very much. And them bickering like children? You guys should fix it.

Like, I had a feeling Roy might try to pull off something like this since he saw Jamie and Keeley hugging and got jealous but omg. *rolls eyes* Be a bigger man for once, will you, before calling Jamie a child?

P.S.:

This sounds SO much like a Phil's interview where he said that he wanted things with Keeley to go Jamie's way. Bc he feels all Jamie's victories and losses the same way Jamie feels.

#roy x jamie #ted lasso #natiswatching #anti roy x keeley #jamie x keeley #jamie tartt

[morning-sun-brah]

Okay so I've just GOTTA know... how the hell do you write the way you do?? I haven't been able to get sucked into any written work since high school, trauma brain and all. I used to live in books so it's been hell, but your writing got me back into reading, and makes it so I can get lost into that little world again, which I've craved but been able to have for like... so long. Writing is something I've always been into, but I let my fear of failure and need for perfection stop me. Just... do you have any advice for beginners?? It would mean the world to me, but I understand if it's an annoying ask! Thanks for reading no matter what!

Well I am just a mess reading this (in the best way possible).

First of all, thank you so much omfg. And of COURSE it isn't annoying! This is so flattering I'm about to cry my dude.

As far as tips on writing, I feel like I am not the person to ask because I'm just this little weirdo on the internet who likes turtles lol. But!! In an attempt to try and give real advice here is my response... and it got a little wordy so it's all under the break lmaoooo.

~Gin's rambling attempt to give writing advice~

Practice! Literally the only reason I can string coherent words together is because I've been doing this as a hobby for like two whole decades.

Also!! Read! Consuming other fics and books really helps. Sometimes you find a way of saying something that sticks with you. Sometimes you sit and think "I would have done it this way/said it this way." Sometimes you come out on the other end and go "Wow I am a hack that was amazing." Sometimes you finish something and go "Wow that was fucking terrible I'm amazing." Sometimes you read something and it fires off your brain, and you are left itching to write your own story. But however you feel, it's all GOOD FOR WRITING. It helps you grow! It literally helps you find your voice!

Other little things; When I write, I truly immerse myself. I am playing out in cinema format what is happening in the "scene." How is this person reacting? How do they look- down to facial expressions. How are they feeling? Is this something they would say? (would they fucking say that??? is something I think to myself every time I open a doc) And when I write it all down, I try my very best to convey that "scene" that played out in my head. I try to capture that character's voice, their mannerisms, their habits.

Does this even make sense? I sure hope so.

Also, flow. Make sure we're moving right along. Keep track of where hands, legs, and torsos are. If they were sitting when the scene started, and you need them standing to kiss or fight or do a thumb war, at some point you need to make sure you say they stood up. If a hand was on a cheek, it can't suddenly be on an ankle without telling the reader what happened.

I also just think adding little details helps with immersion. When we talk to people, we don't just stand around. We fidget. We pick our nails or scratch our arms or shuffle our feet. All those little details can add to that immersion (or I think so, I'm no expert). "He blushed and rubbed the back of his neck before saying..." - Wow, what an awkward little shit. "They scrunched their nose and gave a near-violent eye-roll" - Oh ok they are annoyed! "She shifted her feet and replied"- cool she's being a person, I shift my feet too, neato.

Anyway, nothing I wrote 20 years ago is as good as it is now. I'm highly convinced that I'll think the same thing in another 10 years, about anything I've published recently. But it is getting better, and it's because I keep at it. Having friends in the fandom and beta readers really helps. Make sure you find someone who you know will be positive but honest. And remember, YOU are always going to be your own worst critic.

God why did anyone ever let me have access to a computer. Why the FUCK is this so long? Does it even make sense? Jfc, I'm going to post it and eat a fucking cookie.

I believe in you anon. Also, I love you and thank you so much for making my whole week. I'm going to be so obnoxious about this shit, everyone expect to hear from my ass an annoying amount (kidding, but seriously I'm so fucking flattered thank you so much. This kind of shit makes me wonder what the fuck you're all reading because I swear I am just a silly gal with seasonal depression who needs a haircut).

((Also, anon, I wish you nothing but the best. Take care of yourself, be kind to yourself, and know that I am sending you like a million hugs))

#anon ask #oh also! #write what you want #like- don't write what you think the fandom wants #write what YOU want to see #What YOU like #You're never going to please everyone #So just please yourself #wait that sounds bad #fuck it #sure please yourself whatever I said what I said

[yellowloid]

Hello! I wanted to share my experience since I saw your post about recent gig, if it's ok :) I was in Paris at the Accor Arena too, but on May 10th. It was their 3rd show in a row and for some reason I was worried that they would be tired by this point, but no!! Alex was in some kind of an upper mood, quite excited even. Yeah, somewhere between songs he said "we are (or I am) exhausted at this point, but we are so happy" or smth like that. In fact, English is not my first language, and it was difficult to understand him sometimes, and I understood some phrases only after the concert from the fan videos on Instagram lol

Btw, he spoke French quite often that day, almost more than English ahahha. He greeted us in French, constantly thanked us in French with merci, "big ideas" was also said in French, and during dsdcihmyc he shouted "chair" in French. And during Body Paint, he awkwardly touched a standing guitar with a cord and dropped it that I couldn’t stop laughing afterwards. But outro BP was something incredibly exciting, he was great, completely immersed in what he was doing. During I wanna be yours, I almost cried, he sang it so soulfully, as if mentally returning to past happy moments in his memory. Oh, and yes, we had Cornerstone. Sorry...

As for the crowd, I completely agree with you. But, even though I had sitting places, already on the second song everyone stood up and did not sit down until the very end, dancing and screaming (me in particularly). To the right and left sides of me there were cute grandfathers in earplugs (funny that there alone, like they literally came to listen to the group, not to spend time with their grandchildren), who danced more actively than me and filmed every song on the phone ahhaha, it was very nice to see them! And before the encore, the stadium was shaking with clatter and I had goosebumps all over my body, the applause did not stop for a minute until they came out again. But yes, there was clearly a revival on the hype songs from AM, and on the songs from The Car everyone calmed down a bit. Of course, this is not Glasto, but still the audience was on fire.

And there were many more moments when he sang "I am a fool for you" directly to the camera, shouted something in the middle of the songs or between them, bowled on Pretty Visitors, said some little phrases between each song, it's unforgettable. I even had a mental breakdown after the concert, like only after the gig I realized that I saw them live and that they all were REAL indeed. Alex is so tiny sweety pie, and when he was blowing kisses at the very end and smiling sincerely, it made him look like a child. I just love them all so so much. I want to go to one more concert, because it really went disastrously fast.

Best experience in my life, happy that you also had it! ❤️

how dare you do this to me while i'm still drowning in concert nostalgia sjhdggdgsg

the usual french banter was actually so wholesome at my show too <3 definitely expected him to say something more but you won't catch me complaining shfgsg. and the "LA CHAISE" moment at yours was so random and silly how did y'all not collectively eat him. also not him dropping a guitar LMAOOOO

and i absolutely agree, body paint is already such a powerful song (it's been in my top three from the car from the very first moment eheheh) but hearing it live is just so........uGH it's soso powerful and the instrumental part when he always goes to jamie and they do their thing is absolutely beautiful and intense and aaaaa <///3

ugh i'll never forgive them for not giving me cornerstone and i was very upset about that BUT i have to say i probably would've been even MORE upset if they played perfect sense because i feel like it's rarer yknow? it's much more likely for them to play cornerstone (for obvious reasons) rather than perfect sense or even star treatment (which thankfully i got sjghdgf)

also iwby.......yeah. he always looks so pensive when he sings that and i'm like who HURT you babygirl <////3

yeah about the audience it was exactly the same at my show, we were all standing up and jumping around for most of the concert (mostly am and fwn tracks) but then the majority would go dead for specific songs, mostly from the car. but you can BET i was still singing my heart out. and also YEAH can we talk about the applause at the end of the main set and after the encore???? it just didn't stop it lasted SO LONG and it was SO WELL DESERVED because they were AMAZING

i awww'ed out loud at the grandfathers that is literally so sweet. i hope they had a great time :')

i don't remember if he bowled at my show but he did raise the mic stand in the air during pretty visitors sjfhsgfgs i also think he did something similar to what you said during sias, or maybe another song i don't remember - but yeah he pointed directly at the camera and i saw it on the big screen and almost collapsed right there and then lmao. and when he kept waving goodbye and blowing kisses and smiling he was so pretty and he really looked happy to be there and i just never wanted him to get off stage :') i truly wanted that moment to last forever.

the feeling you get once you realize that you're actually seeing them/you saw them is CRAZY. like they exist! they're real and tangible and you were in the same place as them! breathing the same air! and right after it's done (it literally goes by so fast) you start missing them so much. it's almost been two weeks and i'm still so emotional and nostalgic <///3 i love them so much and i miss them terribly.

thank you for sharing your experience anon, it was a pleasure reading about it and i'm happy we both had a great time!!

#I MISS THEM I MISS THEM #THEY WERE SO PERFECT I WANT TO GO BACK LET ME GO BACK #</////////3 #answered #arctic monkeys #accor arena

[bellafragolina]

Sub bros, Elesa, and Burgh react to some creep harassing their s/o, and their s/o gets teary eyed? I imagine somebody will die that day :)

Hello! Burgh's voice on Pokémon Masters is my favorite thing in the world! He says "insectable" instead of "incredible" lmaoooo! Also, you're very right anon :)

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Ingo:

You were waiting for Ingo at the Gear Station. He was going to walk you home, then the two of you planned to make a nice dinner and spend the night watching movies (and a train documentary if Ingo could sneak one in). It was fine, until a man shuffled up to you with flushed cheeks, flipping a bottle between his fingers as he swayed.

"Hey, sweetcheeks." He drawled out, smirking as he unabashedly took in your figure. You backed away, but he just sauntered closer. "What's a cute thing like you doing alone?"

"I'm waiting for my boyfriend." You said quickly, prickling up with the fear he'd touch you. And he did, snatching your arm to jerk you closer to him.

"Don't be like that." He whispered to you, grip so tight on your arm that tears sprang to your eyes. "We both know there ain't no boyfriend, so stop making an ass of yourself and-"

"EXCUSE ME!" Everyone jerked away from the shout, so loud and so angry that the subway fell silent. Ingo stood before you, glaring, frown deep and harsh. He pointed to the man. "RELEASE MY PARTNER AND LEAVE THE SUBWAY! I AM HEREBY BANNING YOU FOR HARASSING AND ASSAULTING PASSENGERS!"

Security rushed over, snatching up the man before he could break from his stupor. You bolted into Ingo's arms the moment he released you, and hid away from his furious shouts that he did nothing wrong in Ingo's chest.

"He will be taken care of, my love." Ingo promised you, voice far softer than it was a moment ago. He kissed the top of your head, and slowly rocked you side to side. "You are alright. I promise. I won't let anyone hurt you like that again."

You swallowed at the deadly tone of his voice, and nodded. Ingo would protect you, your night in shining black armor.

Emmet:

You went out dancing to expel some excess energy from a relaxing day off together. You had both spent most of the day inside, playing video games, so the exercise was a nice change. Emmet had an arsenal of moves to show off to you as well, swinging you around so much that your feet hardly touched the ground at some points. You were laughing and having fun, though.

Until you two got separated by the crowd. You lifted onto your toes to search for your boyfriend, but couldn't see over the head of the crowd. As you relaxed back down onto your heels, a hand touched your ass, and squeezed it hard enough to make you shout and tear up from the pain of him crushing your skin.

"Hey-" The person, you couldn't see who, is cut off by a flying fist. Emmet hurdles through the crowd, punching whoever it is straight in the eye, and knocking them down. You jumped away from the collapsing man, and threw your arms around Emmet's neck when he turned to you.

The crowd around you hardly noticed the fight, far too quick and silent and deadly to cause a fuss.

Emmet held you close, kissing all over your face as you shook in his grip. "I have you. I got you. Let's go. Let's go outside, fresh air and all." He led you towards the door. "I won't let anyone touch you like that again. I promise."

After that stunt, you believed him.

Elesa

Sadly, it wasn't uncommon to get harassed. Sometimes creepier fans got too handsy, and you turned into a guard ready to bite a hand off. This, however, was the first time you were getting leered at, so you froze.

"Come on, pretty little thing." The man cooed, walking towards you with intent. You backed away, frantically searching for Elesa or at least a place to flee too, but you were cornered in the near-empty corner store. "Gimme me some sugar, yeah?"

You bumped against the wall, tearing up as you found no way of escaping. The man grew every closer, reaching to touch your face.

"N-no-"

"Hey!" Elesa's shout had the two of you jumping. "Don't you dare touch them! What the hell is your problem!? You don't touch people who obviously don't want it! You better get out of here before I pull your head from your ass and shove my foot up there instead!"

The gleam of her tall heels carried the threat well. The man, embarrassed and mortified to be caught, scurried off. Elesa approached in his stead, taking your hands in hers.

"Are you okay?" She asked, nodding when you did. "Good, good. Come on, let's buy our snacks and get out of here before anyone else tries picking up your cute ass."

You smacked her shoulder, but happily followed her to the register.

Burgh

You were waiting for him at his gym, waving goodbye to the trainers as they left for the day. Burgh was gathering supplies before you both would go out into the forest and find some inspiration for him to draw.

One of the trainers, though, was also waiting. It was an older man, one that kept glancing at you, specifically your hair. You wondered what he was waiting for, but left it be. You could mind your own business, but apparently he couldn't.

"You'd look better with longer hair." The trainer spoke up suddenly. Your head snapped to him in confusion. "I s'spect you'd actually look nice with it. Besides, who doesn't love long hair in bed, eh?"

You cringed away, hurt and disturbed. He was far too old to be flirting with you, and you didn't like the direction of this conversation. When you didn't respond, then man started to walk towards you.

"Are you deaf?" He demanded, and you backed away from. "I said-"

"You said something horrible about my partner!" Came the snap of Burgh's voice. The man paused, suddenly pale. "They are beautiful as they are! And you'll kindly buzz off before I release my Pokémon and give you a close up of how Struggle Bug works, parasite!"

The man backed away from you, growling under his breath before he stalked out the door. You moved closer to Burgh, leaning into his side as his arms wrapped around your shoulders. That didn't seem like the end of the interaction. You feared the man would be standing outside, waiting for you both as you left. "Not to worry, love." Burgh said, noticing your nerves. He let out his Leavanny, and it chirped at you happily. "Leavanny will protect us both! Now, let's find something draw together! I'm eager for another one of your masterpieces to frame on the wall alongside mine."

You snorted, well aware the drawings would make it to the fridge and no further. "Thank you, Burgh."

"Of course. Anything for you, my love."

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In this house, we throw hands with people who can't mind their business!

Have a great day, love!

~Renee

#ingo x reader #emmet x reader #elesa x reader #submas x reader #burgh x reader #pokemon imagines #pokemon x reader #i'll admit to you i didn't know that much about burgh #but after reading his wikis and listening to his master's voice #I assume he's a dramatic little art student #<3

[darlingpwease]

Oh no.... red just happens to be one of my favorite colors..... /j

but I do plan on taking a break soon.... my eyes are getting stupidly dry so after I finish catching up on some books I'll probs take a break.... maybe.........

Melting??? How bad??? How quick???? Shall I help clean up???? Should I boost up the heating????? /t /pos

Damn.... infections and uncomfortable positions along with dirt,, or somewhere comfy and nice with a sly bubba..... hmm....

I think a hole is safer

Safer?? Tell me Dove, how so?? ...goodness, you don't plan on biting me to death, do you???

I feel you, I feel you. I'm quite literally a few more /s and /srs mix ups away from quitting /j

it is annoying tho at times, but I will remember the difference, purely out of spite.

HAHAHA NO WAY, THATS EXACTLY WHY I WASNT SUPER INTO IT LMAOOOO

I remember the first time I tried to read regular a×o and I hated the couple dynamic. Especially the "fragile, frail omega always in distress who needs their strong muscular dominant alpha to take care of them" vibes that happen a lot. Or the rape that happens. Yikes.

But when it comes to the more.... diverse(?) aspects of it, I'm feral. I'm so crazy about the ambiguity and how many different ways it can go. Hidden secret love?? Beautiful. Normal on the surface, but goes completely against societal norms?? Stunning. Crazy infatuation, and dependency on one another, due to similarities and also due to knowing juuust how to make things right for one another??? I'm foaming at the mouth. It's so good.

Hhhhhh, getting Yuuta that pretty skirt, you can't wait to take him out on a date and see him dressed so pretty <333 That's why you couldn't help teasing him once you did. Holding his hand while you two walk side by side,, loving the way he gripped onto you. He can feel the vibe pressing against his prostate, he's trying so fucking hard not to cum, not to draw attention to himself– when you gently caress his back, loving the way he trembles as his neck flushes to beautifully,,,

You just couldn't help dragging him to a secluded alleyway and just fuck his brains out,, nipping at his skin as he whimpers nonstop, tears slipping down his cheeks, mixing into the drool dribblin from his chin,,, slipping your hands beneath his skirt before gripping his thighs tightly, rutting into him uncontrollably–

You have to stop, but you can't. You both know the possibility of getting caught, especially right here, right now,, but neither of you can even bother to think of stopping. Not when it feels this good–

Especially with Yuuta gripping onto you, not letting you pull to far away, maybe he wouldn't mind being caught, showing how good you make him feel, how loved,, how he is all yours.

~

Toge swears he's not a pervert. But when such wonderful things are sent to him, he can't just put them to waste now, can he???

He's not a perv..... but when he hears Yuutas and ur voice, he does feel hotter,,

He really isn't one. But he can't help waiting in constant anticipation for you to send something new,,

Ha! A pervert?? How,, how can he.... fuck he can't stop shaking, he feels so so good but can't help but sob on how this just isn't enough–

He really, really couldn't help it when he called you up. You just sent him something new, and with your hoarse moans and Yuutas squealing as you just keep pounding him so hard, so good– he couldn't help calling you up, almost sobbing on how he wants it too– you fucking him? Him fucking Yuuta?? Maybe both??? And when he hears your chuckle, when you question him, "yeah? Is that so?? Keep talking, love, what else??" As Yuutas cries can be heard in the background, the creaking of the bed, the harsh slapping being heard, oh fuck, oh fuck this is so fucking good~ <333

shdgshdghdhdhd im insane

Nooo no, not insane, perfect mind and perfect thoughts. Could kiss ur brain if I could, mwah mwah, so wonderful <33

Big brain is best brain when it comes to all thoughts, but especially these one <333

Ouch?! ...the cavities are back. Ur too sweet. It's too much!!! What do I do??!?

That's understandable!! Thankfully it was like that, too, cuz then I was able to stumble upon ur blog lol

-panna cotta

sdgdhgdhgdd this explains a lot about your bully behavior </3 /j /pos

take please. we still need your brain & eyes. how do you plan to read how cute yuuta and toge are when they cum if you can't even provide your eyes with a normal rest??? weird </3 /j

or what; are you planning to stop with yuuta??? abandon yuuta??? leave him the same way you refused to handcuff yourself???

very bad, my heart just dissolves and becomes a slurry in my hands, OH, it hurts so much, AH, it even can't be stopped or wiped in any way, WHAT A HORROR, only your kiss can save m—

what vile words you say!!! I am the most sincere and harmless and honest company that could exist!!! not necessarily to 'death' actually...

exactly; between a hole and a nest, the choice is obvious — and it is not a hole <333

so true... one more time and I take up the knife </3 /hj

I don't. I don't remember. only when people ask — then I realize that hey, they're right, there's something wrong...

I've already said that I really don't like hetero omegavers with traditional aesthetics, but I understand you. sometimes fixation on instincts looks creepy, especially when "your body says otherwise😏" and similar crap begin.

but for me, it's rather not the dynamics itself or explicitly implied sexism and biological determinism, but a comfortable distribution of roles. if we take a world where omegas are really absolutely submissive and fragile, while alphas are aggressive and masculine, then the only thing that can be done is to recognize the projection of the writer and move on, that's just how their world works. another thing is when omegas are not fragile and submissive, but alphas make them so by raping and forcibly subjugating — it already becomes unattractively problematic and gross.

I love the traditional one, because that's where I met the idea of an omega who kills alphas by attracting them with his scent; a universe where omegavers exist as a primitive system, only to end up being not primitive people, but those who survived after a massive catastrophe on the planet that destroyed all civilizations and returned people to the stone age; a world where betas breed alphas with omegas as animals, being a 'superior race' devoid of sexual drives and considering themselves purer from that.

I don't like subtext and when it gets too unhealthy for me, but I drag and read everything else <3

shdhhdhdhd you are so so so right & stunning, honey,,,,,, like, so right<3333

Yuuta in a pleated skirt with a high waist, at first shyly circling in front of you, trying not to let the fabric get in and expose the cute delicate underwear that he specially put on for you, — and you constantly praise him, whispering about how beautiful and cute he is in this skirt, you want to bring him out so much and to show everyone his beauty, but Yuuta always refuses, blinking with shame and shy delight at your words. When he finally agrees, interrupting your caresses, whispering a hoarse "yes" to your playful and only teasing offer right now to take him outside, you don't know if you are delusional or misheard — but you don't waste a minute when he nods head at the question, saying in a trembling voice that he agrees and he wants to go out in this form on the street, if you want it too, and you more than want it.

A few minutes are enough for you to be ready to go out, — first taking care of his sensitive body, — holding his hand, wet with excitement, whispering that his skirt is beautiful and his face is wonderful when you pull him behind you, almost instantly closing the door and hurrying outside, forcing him to take long strides and lift his skirt higher, exposing his thighs, making him blush even more, as if Yuuta no longer looks like he wants to hide in the nearest hole — but you seem to deliberately ignore his shyness, pulling him along, putting your hand on his waist, whispering that you will cover if there is a wind, it would be awkward if everyone saw his wet panties,

but after half an hour, Yuuta dreams of the wind that will lift up his sticky wet skirt, maybe then you will pay him a little more attention than the usual questions about his well-being and the frivolous "oh, well, then let's go if you're okay" when he clings to you, squeezing his hips together, being too close to lift up the fabric and show you how bad everything is with him, begging you, but he is ashamed at the very thought of it — breathing heavily, sluggishly moving his legs, feeling the heat of his neck and ears from shame and excitement, knowing that others pay attention to his strange behavior and appearance, everyone except you, and that you ignore him, waiting for him to be able to tell you how needy and wet he is for you.

When you grab his hips, lifting up wet soaked skirt, teasing for how little he needs to ruin his clothes, Yuuta agrees with everything you say, longing only for you to continue touching him, squeezing, kissing while people nearby make noise and walk by, going about their business, not even suspecting that you are about to fuck him in a dark, dirty alley — or suspecting when Yuuta cannot restrain an enthusiastic moan, like an addict, instantly clinging to you when you drive into his overexcited body, which is enough of this rough thrust, — but can still go on when you fuck him in a sloppy rhythm, letting him enjoy all the sounds that his needy body makes, greedily squeezing you, almost forcing you to stay inside with no way out.

But even if you are suspicious, too suspicious, there is no reason why questions should not arise, Yuuta moans through palm with each new touch of your skin to his, more than encouraging you not to stop, digging his nails into your clothes, almost forcibly pulling you to his hot wet body when you are too slow, teasing him with unhurried thrusts, whispering that everyone hears you, knows that he likes to be fucked in the alley; whining your name and begging for more even when shaking from a new orgasm, whimpering from too much stimulation while you drive in despite his need to stop, whispering something dirty, making him feel so shameful and blessed at the same time.

When he hears sounds too similar to someone's footsteps, but you don't pay attention to them or don't hear them? Yuuta's body is tense, so tense that nothing can escape his attention just to make sure that no one will disturb you, but he just stupidly kisses you, not even letting you suspect that he hears something, longing only for you to continue no matter what, repeating your name like a prayer, wanting to be caught and seen, fucked like your toy for entertainment, regardless of whether there is someone else here or not.

Maybe when you whispered that they could look at him, Yuuta likes to be looked at, it was a joke in a much smaller sense than you thought.

Toga feels so messy and hot when you leave him on speakerphone, purring to Yuuta that another participant has joined you, but Yuuta only mumbles something in response, sobbing, whining long — before Toge hears your voice telling what you are doing with him now, how you are stroking, what touching, how excitingly Yuuta squeezes when you stretch him, how he trembles while you stroke him, caressing, soaking his skin with his precum, drawing lines and shapes while he pathetically begs you to stop teasing him, but you only say that Toge should also feel involved, Yuuta is not the only one who should have fun, perhaps you've spoiled him too much.

He does not immediately understand what is happening when he hears a dull moan from Yuuta, a rustle, an inarticulate whisper, which then changes to a slap — and a careful fall close to the phone; understanding occurs only when you start talking again, asking Yuuta to say hello (mentioning how frivolous and excited he is now, unable even to think sensibly from how long you have been playing with him, making Toge whine), explaining that the bed is not too good for transmitting sounds, so Yuuta will hold the phone while you fuck him so that Toge can hear everything well, — you will make sure that Yuuta gets punished if he puts down the phone, — especially what kind of slut Yuuta is for you, constantly begging for more, demanding more and more, offering everything that he can, longing to be bred even with the condition that the other person hears it, as long as you don't stop.

Toge is so sensitive, he hasn't even moved away from the last orgasm yet, but he can't help but touch himself, hearing Yuuta moaning and screaming with delight, gasping, whining, whimpering, begging you for even more, saying how amazing it is, how deep you are, how his body is shaking, no one will ever be able to make him feel just as amazing — and Toge just cums with his nose buried in the pillow, turning on the sound to the maximum, hearing your voice mixed with Yuuta's voice asking if Toge is having a good time too, and he is dangerously close to send you a photo of this mess and show how he feels. When his thighs are sticky and wet, they are probably the same as Yuuta's, but not at all from how many times you have had an orgasm and decorated his body, — and when you whisper in Yuuta's ear (or specifically teasing Toge) that by the time you're done, he won't even be able to bring his legs together, that's enough for both of them.

Toge does not know how to feel when he hears you kiss him, saying that he was beautiful today, such a good boy, you will give him a reward later, and carefully take the phone, ignoring the dissatisfied sigh of the exhausted Yuuta due to the lack of warmth and pressing against his body, asking if Toge feels well, and, having received a satisfactory answer, you will believe that you were happy to talk to him and he can always call you for any questions and problems, you are always open to conversation, just like Yuuta (mumbling something from afar, unable even to answer something from fatigue), and he's not sure how to answer.

(not that he could refuse such friendliness and hospitality.)

... say it now again, seeing all that I have written </3333 im not okay /hj

yes!!! you're just so good, I want to wrap myself around you and listen to you forever <333 /pos

I wanted to answer, but all the answers sound even more creepy than my usual ones, so, xxxx, I'll come back to you later!!! </3333

AWWWWWW <3 thank you so much for bumping into me once and staying with me, dear♡

#.spicy♡ #[📂] — voice from under the bed #❖.my jewelry #✮.panna cotta <3 #✉.yuuta okkotsu #✉.toge inumaki

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{{Omg can I request a Petunia and Vicki Drabble LMAOOOO}}

Some women just wanted to watch the world burn. Vicki would’ve settled for just one particular redhead.

Okay, maybe burn was a little… harsh. It wasn’t Petunia’s fault that things went south between her and Larry. If nothing else, she should’ve been mad at Larry. This wasn’t her Misery Business moment, or her Better Than Revenge moment for that matter.

Jealousy, however, was a very human feeling. It was also an inescapable monster who could snatch you up and consume you before you even knew you should run, and that monster dined on Vicki like she was a five course meal.

She curled her long blonde locks between her fingers, tilting her head to the side as she read over old email exchanges between her and Larry.

“Larry,” she read out loud to the empty apartment, “I’m going into town today to apply for that TV reporter job. Do you want to go get lunch together? Xoxo, Vicky.”

Then, in a cartoonishly mocking voice, Vicki answered,

“Gee Vicki, I sure would like to, but I promised someone else I’d meet them for lunch so she could interview me! Uh, I mean, interview my friend, Larry-Boy, who is super reclusive so I have to answer for him, and anyway, maybe we can meet for a movie after?”

She rolled her eyes, turning her office chair around so she was facing the wall. Newspaper articles she had written. Pictures of Larry-Boy. Pictures of Larry, if she could sneak them. An old office photo they took together at the Christmas party a year ago.

They kissed under the mistletoe. They went on dates, had serious discussions about their individual futures, and then…

Petunia Rhubarb came to town.

She snatched up that TV reporter job right from under Vicki. Told her they already found someone and sent her on. And when Vicki waited for Larry at the movie theater after the interview, she waited over an hour. She tried calling, he didn’t pick up. She paged him. Nothing. At one point she called his home phone number, one he had said was ‘only for emergencies’, but… this felt like an emergency. For all she knew, Larry could’ve been dead on the sidewalk. However, when she called, a British voice answered, “Master Larry’s residence, how may I assist you?”

A fake number. He had given her, all this time, a fake number. Or he had answered and was playing a cruel trick on her, pretending to be someone else. She hung up in tears.

When Vicki was particularly sad, she’d stop and get her favorite coffee from the Bumblyburg Bean. Just a macchiato, warm enough to comfort her, enough caffeine to keep her focused.

Looking back on that day, Vicki now wished her comfort treat had been pizza, or a burger, or an ice cream sundae, or literally anything else other than coffee. She might’ve still fooled herself into two more weeks of blissful ignorance.

Instead, she opened the doors to a rude display of PDA between Larry and a giggling, airheaded ginger girl.

“I’m so proud of my girl,” Larry was saying, pushing away some ginger curls to make room on her cheek to plant a kiss. “You nailed that interview, ‘Tunia!”

Vicki stared in shock at the blatant display of affection. Larry hadn’t even noticed her come in. She stalked over to their table and slammed her palms down flat on the surface, and Larry and Petunia jolted away from each other as if Vicki had struck lightning between them.

“Oh! Hey, Vicki! This is Petunia! I meant to introduce you to her -“

“You were supposed to meet me an hour ago,” Vicki snapped at him.

Larry’s eyebrows furrowed together in confusion, dumb brown caterpillars contemplating their desired closeness. His eyes widened behind wireframed glasses, and he gasped. “Oh! The movie! Shoot, Petunia, I told you I was forgetting -“

“So, this is your ‘girl’, huh? Isn’t she pretty? Do you kiss everyone who interviews you?” Vicki spat out the words.

Petunia looked at Vicki with wide, innocent eyes. “I’m so sorry, I’m lost. What did I do wrong?”

“Nothing, you didn’t do anything wrong,” Larry assured her. “Look, Vicki, I just made a mistake and forgot. This is my girlfriend Petunia. She’s a reporter. She just got hired like, on the spot for -“

“The TV reporter job at channel 3,” Vicki answered in a soft, disbelieving voice. “The one I was supposed to interview for today. And they said it was filled. And you’re… dating her?”

“Oh, shoot! I had no idea that was the same interview. Gee, Vicki, I’m sorry!”

Vicki felt burning rage in her heart. “So like, what is this? You’re just going to be blatant about… cheating on me with this…?”

“Cheating?” Petunia echoed, and she looked at Larry with that same confused, wide-eyed look. “You were dating someone?”

“No! We were just friends! I mean, we kissed once but that was because of the mistletoe, and you hafta kiss under mistletoe, and -“

A sob escaped Vicki’s lips, the crack of her heart’s escaping echo. She covered her mouth. “Oh my god.”

Petunia stood up from her chair. “Vicki, I’m - this is -“ she touched Vicki’s shoulder, and Vicki screamed,

“Don’t touch me! Don’t you dare even talk to me!”

Petunia recoiled. Larry stayed seated, offering a pitiful, “I’m sorry if you thought…”

He didn’t bother to finish the sentence. Vicki was already at the door.

She quit her job the next day, packed her things, and moved back home to her small town. Until now. A year later she was back in Bumblyburg, trying to figure out how to rebuild a bridge from the ashes she left behind. It was as fruitful an attempt as you’d expect.

She turned back to face her computer, opened a browser, and typed in the address for her yet unused blog.

“The Truth About Larry-Boy” was written in big letters across the website banner, but she wasn’t going to start with dessert. She had several appetizers to offer first.

She put her fingers to the keyboard and typed out her first blog post’s title:

“Secret Identities Are Not An Excuse to Be a Two-Timing Asshole.”

#working on the Nezzer petunia one next #VeggieTales #VeggieTales fanfic #Vicki cucumber #petunia rhubarb #Larry-boy #larryboy #the cartoon adventures of larryboy #VeggieTales fic #Ryan writes vt #fanfic #Drabble #humanized veggies

[twstwonderlandstuff]

valencia karasu hc's (1)

profession-wise in the future, valencia will either be a drummer or a cafe owner

she'll also have 3 kids; 1 girl, 2 boys, all in the age difference by 2, along with 1 kitten and grim, ofc

valencia has a dating simulator character that she's been pining strongly over for 4 years

he's a knight, similar to silver and the sleepy kind (like silver)

she has merch and a shrine for him in her room. very gung ho on marrying him and taking him as her wife

has a 2 part powerpoint presentation on WHY he is so wifey

valencia bursts into tears at the sight of a pretty boy

e.g.: vil schoenheit, epel felmier, silver

valencia and grim WILL match outfits by enlisting vil's help. they're almost always matching

valencia has a small chest, so she cross dresses to make up for it. I mean, might as well, right?

has a very deep voice and can be easily mistaken as a man. sort of sounds like a mix of lilia and sebek? yeah

has coerced deuce into asking jack and sebek why their boobs are so big. ace is there too, coercing deuce. gets pummeled by the both of them in the end

very ticklish!!! is often how the other students get their revenge on her

gives grim little forehead kisses and raspberries on his stomach

her love language is physical touch! will platonically kiss friends because you don't KISS your homies goodnight?! you fuckin disappointment 🔫 LMAO

uses ppt presentations for explanations. v good at editing them (meme wise)

okay i am between making her super short or like 172 cm...

it's way funnier if she's short so...

VALENCIA IS 145 CM SHORTER THAN ORTHO HAAAAA

HOWS THE WEATHER DOWN THERE SHORT ASS LMAOOOO BET YA CAN'T EVEN TOUCH ME

oh that being said she'll climb jack as a challenge

also she calls sebek a halfling to assert DOMINANCE

she likes wearing cold shoulder turtlenecks, but also likes her back exposed! she also likes wearing short skirts (above the knee) and thigh highs, but do not worry, because she's wearing pants underneath 👍

also has a cat patterned jacket that has a very simple stitch pattern of a cat

speaking off, has once accidentally flashed herself in front of the whole class. did not come to school for 1 week. vivica had to drag her out her room LMAO

eats chocolate ice cream as a comfort food

oh!!! also has a lot of crushes on people! men, women, whoever it is, she'll crush on you, so i guess a romantic? hmm not sure though

she has a lot of fleeting crushes, but longer standing crushes do exist! started when she was about... 6, 7? yeah

absolute bloody besties with vivica (her cousin)! they get along like bread and butter

ace, her annoying brother-in-arms. had a momentary crush on him before going 'are you fuckin insane??? HIM??? no.' otherwise very good friends who like pranking deuce hehe >:D

deuce, her better brother-in-arms. very easy to tease. he's also the partial reason she hides her gender because... have you seen ghost marriage deuce trying to woo eliza?

lands on silver as her long time crush. the music club knows about it and the first years know about it

once she has a crush its really easy for it to slip out between friends

oh yeah she's also part of the music club! good at drumming, and I mean good. too bad i dunno anything about drums or i coulda added some trivia here LOL

is trying her best to court silver but ITS NOT WORKING LILIA GIVE MY GIRL A HAND STOP LAUGHING AT HER PLEASE SHE IS ON HER KNEES

#what do you mean there's a character limit on tumblr now? #HUH #twisted wonderland #twst wonderland #twst #valencia karasu #look these thoughts have been in my head for almost a year and a half okay #i had to

[tddyhyck]

I’M SORRY THIS IS LIKE 700 WORDS, i don’t know how to shut up 😭😭😭😭 ok first. i didn't mean to make u feel bad for not replying “quickly enough”, just got worried that i might’ve said something weird ejsjdkwjsa. i’m glad that was not the case, and i am sorry i projected my insecurities onto u and hurried u 😭 that said, ur replies brought much joy. 😌

i have not seen the recording yet 😭 i’ve barely been able to watch anything 😞 i’m sure u’re more than “okay” with it, wink wonk, and yes omg,, truly so nice. U’RE EVIL… the “you” was such an unnecessary attack, u knew what u were doing with that 😭😭 (unless u don’t nd i read too much into it, like i often do 🫶🤪) our fruity fighter 🥺 our fruity fighter protecting us 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 why r u getting me so soft for him!

re: renjun. change ur mind from what.. am i forgetting something 😭 i love this though 🥳 i was reading something the other day and it went like “do u like renjun? are u a masochist?” and aurgh that hit,, idk what it is about him but something about him is so !!!!!!! 🥵 CAN’T WAIT TO SEE THE PATTERN… NGTAHGHHGBGRGGAABNHNHNN i’m so normal. that’s such a gigantic brain idea u have.

i screamed when i saw u say “i don’t make the rules but i will enforce them” because in a totally unrelated thought i was thinking yesterday about how i’m the type who may not make the rules but follows them (sfw thought LMFAO) and it was so amusing to read what u wrote. BUT YEAH U’RE SO RIGHT… normalise panty stuffing ‼️ 😠

u can change font size by selecting the text and going through the million options tumblr gives, the little <s> button 🥰 but wahhhh okay i’m glad 🥺❤️

NAURRR the anime lover in me thought of that too when trains got mentioned 😭😭 except like. a cute version of that, let’s say hjsgshrjba. jeno doing god’s work <3 thank u for sharing ur beautiful thought with the world though, the song hasn’t left my head LMAO i haven’t even heard it in… 8 years?!

RIIIIIIIGHT U GET MEEEE, “doing everything to make u cry” RIGHT RIGHT… so many thoughts. like he does it because it makes him hard (going with ur headcanon of him) but he also does it cus he just wants to be mean so bad at first and not let u think he’s nice or anything… taking out all his anger on poor u. then he makes u cry because he wants to convince himself that he’s not falling for u. then he finally admits he’s whipped for u and both of u are crying lmaoooo

“he’s all grown up and obnoxious and breaks my heart 😭😭” WHY IS THIS SENDING MEEE 😭😭😭😭😭😭 the way u worded that is SO funny. also idk what u’re talking about because i read mean dom chenle in 2022 and i never went back to normal after that 💗🦋 i’m kidding, i get what u mean. he’s positively adorable in the best way. i keep having my dream phases every single year the past 4 years before i stop keeping up? (some context; i’m also rlly bad with consuming content from my favourite groups. more context; none of my friends are super into them so i just never get to Talk about them) but i feel i might finally be ready to commit 🤩 because i like this album so much and it made me feel A Lot.

re: lipgloss. that was NOT the image in my head but it is definitely an image i can work with 🤩🤩🤩🤩 he gives u a little kiss on the lips right after that.

thank uuuuu i’m doing okay 🥹 i hope u are too, and work isn’t being too tiring ❤️ (random but ur cousin post was so cute. u’re a nice cousin 😔 i hope ur cousin appreciates u! and they’re a funny little kid for the permission thing.)

~🪄

omg you didn’t rush me!! do not fret 🫶🏻🫶🏻

i hope u get to watch it soon it’s so good like one of my fav things is the recording bts jeno’s part ,,, was saur good ,, maybe i did add the you 🤭🤭

LOL i just meant if i thought of renjun and dumbification on a random afternoon i would be a changed person 🤭🤭 DO YOU LIKE RENJUN ARE U A MASOCHIST LMFAO,, those go hand in hand tbh thinking he has an album on his phone with just pics of your skin after some rope activities…

i miss him sm my little babie 🫳🫳🫳

omg anime lover i must know what you’re watching currently 🧐

oK but fwb!jeno who never gets mad so he keeps his anger all pent up and takes it out on you when you fuck,,, and it’s the best sex of your life lbr,,, like maybe he has a shit day at work and spilled his coffee and missed the bus and he texts you to link up and ,,, just ruins you GRRR but then he realizes he really goes over because you make him feel light and comfortable and it’s easy being with you,,, but he isn’t ready to admit it yet 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

he’s just annoying and pretty and obnoxious and talented and i want to enemies to lovers with him fr omg i know what you mean i have 1 kpop friend and she isn’t super into nct but she kinda keeps up for my sake but not to the point i do lol,,, def time to commit i am team commit to dream 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

he SO would smooch and pat you on the head 😵‍💫

work isn’t too bad! it’s our event season so a little busy but that’s better than being bored lol,, my cousin is so funny he’s 10 and i think he thinks i am too 🤣🤣

#tddyhyck ask #🪄<3

[gustokita]

16 DEC 2022 

We had our first official date since being open about our feelings 🫣💕

I got out of bed at like 7:45am to get ready for the date. My younger sister picked the outfit and she even did my makeup 🥺🥺 just a bit of mascara, eyeliner, eye shadow, and lipstick. I was like, "what if I wanna kiss him??!?!?" And she just glared and said, "just wipe it off 🙄" 😂😂

We were gonna meet at the national airport in my city at 9am, but he found out that he might get a ticket if he parked there all day so we just met up at a Safeway, which was probably for the best XD he drove my car the entire day 😊 so first off we went out to eat at this bakery close to where he lives. It was all local and their pastries are sooo good (he's given me a couple things from that bakery before). He ordered a cubano sandwich which we split for lunch and I also got a chocolate croissant (for my younger siblings mostly). The meal came with a lil pastry slice, an orange slice, and a dill pickle. It was suuuuper good and filling 🤤 I also got to try their mocha. I think for every coffee place I go to, I /have/ to get their mochas XD

Next we drove for a bit to an island. The place was basically "the sticks" all covered in woods, a lil sketchy, but it was pretty nice to drive around.

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03 JAN 2023

Alrighty it’s been a couple weeks since this lil date but I’ll just summarize the highlights that I can remember 🥰

Drove around the downtown area of the city he lived in. He hates it XD

Drove up to look at a race track from the outside. We both wished we could watch our brothers race bc they’re both car people (his brother much more, he’s pretty much a self-taught mechanic)

we drove up north on a highway for like an hour. I was teasing him by putting my hand on his leg 😂 The highway was overlooking a body of water and it was just so pretty that time we were driving. it was cold too XD. We decided to take a break from driving and pulled off to the side of the road. we just held each other for a while, it was the first time of that day when we got to hold and kiss each other. 🥰🥰🥰🥰

drove south of the highway. tried looking for a place to use the bathroom. we tried a gas station, but there were only porta potties 😬 we walked to a library and then we started looking around the books so it didn’t look like we just went there just for the bathroom. I got caught up in all the anime/manga stuff they had of course 😂😂 I thought it was cute that we got to walk around and hold hands this time 🥺

we then drove more around the water and of course there are a bunch of different houses by the water. SO so so pretty, some strange too lol. One time we had to pause and make sure we were taking the right roads and there was this mine craft looking house lmaoooo I bet it was an architect only project. there was a really tall tower in the center of the house and it looked like a mini house at the top with a balcony lmao.

we stopped by a donut place next. he would drive next to it all the time while going to school but he never tried anything from there. we both got 3 donuts each c: it was getting close to the time I had to go back home. I decided to give him the letter I made for him the night before as well as the little gift I got him. It’s a Blue Morph butterfly pin 🦋 He really liked it 💕

I remember at one red light he turned to me to give me a quick kiss 😂❤️ we got back to the Safeway parking lot and he brought his stuff to his car, and I was rearranging stuff in my car. He came back to my car with a gift as well 🥹🥹 He also gave me a pin!!! it was a Sophie pin 😭😭😭 It was crazy we got each other pins for gifts!!! He also wrote me a letter, too, and he baked me cookies tooooo 🍪 they were Russian Tea Cakes 😋

It’s always so hard to let each other go. we sat in my car just gazing at each other. “Until I Found You” and “Leave the Door Open” played once and the sun was kinda setting and it really set an intimate atmosphere. I was getting overwhelmed bc I loved spending that whole day with him, but I was sad that I wasn’t gonna see him for a bit (until we had to take this big exam). I ended up tearing up, and he got caught off-guard a bit 😆I didn’t want to cry because I was wearing make-up. Literally the one day when I want to cry but couldn’t bc of make-up. ughh. I wiped up the bit of mascara that ran, and then gave him more hugs. then I started tearing up again, and he said, “Please don’t cry :(” We finally let each other go when more people started parking around my car XD

I remember calling him one night and asking what he was thinking when I started tearing up. He said he’s never had anyone cry because they weren’t gonna see him for a while. I’ve shared a lot of firsts with him 🤭

#dcr we rambling

[backhurtyy]

ELLEN!!!! zukka with 57 for the prompts please?? 🥺 also congrats on 400!! 💕💖

57. Heart eyes when the other talks, sings, dances, argues, does literally anything- especially things which others make fun of them for or find annoying

so i think this was supposed to be soft and fluffy but uhhhhh it became a little more angsty??? anyways warning for a general making fun of zuko for having a lisp.

When Zuko got rambling on something he liked- something he was really passionate about- he got a lisp. Well, technically he always had a lisp, but years of speech therapy forced on him by his father meant that in normal conversation, he was able to disguise it. But when he got going on a topic he was passionate about- things like art or putting the more bigoted advisors in their place- or was tired, or upset, or on the rare occasion that he sang, he couldn’t hide it.

Sokka knew that Zuko was insecure about it. He could see why, when the advisors leftover from his father’s rule so clearly hated it. They never hid that they saw it as just another weakness of his, just another imperfection in the boy they hated. He knew Zuko tried to hide his passion and enthusiasm so that no one would hear it. He knew Zuko hated it.

He wished he didn’t, though, because Sokka thought it was... Cute? Endearing? Precious? Whatever he thought it was, when he heard Zuko’s lisp, he couldn’t help but melt. Not because of his voice itself, though that was definitely a factor, but because of what came with it. Zuko got this fire in his eyes when he was ranting, something bright and lively that blazed like a thousand suns. His face would become soften and open (unless he was yelling at advisors, in which case it was stormy and angry and a completely different story), his hands would begin waving around, and he’d just... Slip away from being the Fire Lord for a minute, and become Zuko.

It was those moments that reminded Sokka just how gone for him he was.

Today was no exception- they were walking through the palace together on their way to their next meeting, hands brushing occasionally they were so close. Zuko was telling him about the trip to see his uncle he’d just gotten back from and how well Azula was doing, and his enthusiasm was clear in how Azula came out with a soft whistling ‘th’ instead of a hard ‘z’, how he stuttered over Jasmine Dragon ever so slightly, how his face was locked in a carefree smile and his hands gestured freely.

Sokka couldn’t look away or dampen the smile on his face, and he knew that if Zuko were to look over, he’d see all the love and adoration he felt for him clearly written for the world to see.

But Zuko didn’t look over, and Sokka didn’t stop staring- they just continued walking.

As they were rounding the corner, neither of them were paying attention, as absorbed in Zuko’s story as they were, and they didn’t see the group of men walking their way until Zuko had already crashed into one of them.

The man stumbled, spilling the scrolls he was holding, and both Sokka and Zuko dropped to the ground to help pick them up.

“I’m tho thorry,” Zuko exclaimed, head bowed as he scrambled to grab them, his lisp clear. “That wath completely my fault.”

“...No worries, Fire Lord Zuko,” one of the men said, disdain dripping from his words.

Sokka’s heart ached as he realized just who it was, and he glanced at Zuko to see his cheeks burning red as he came to the same realization. General Takashi was the military advisor, an old man who had been very vocal about his disagreement with the end of the war. Since then, he’d continued to fight Zuko on every decision he made, and hadn’t bothered to hide how much he hated the young ruler. Of all the people to hear Zuko’s lisp right now, he was one of the worst.

Sokka opened his mouth to speak for Zuko, but his best friend shook his head minutely. He rose to his feet gracefully, scrolls bundled in his arm, and looked at him evenly, even though Sokka could tell he was panicking slightly.

“General Takathi,” he greeted, before turning to the advisor who’s scrolls he held. “Onthe again, my apologieth. Here are your thcrollth. If you’ll excuthe the ambathador and I, I’m afraid we’re late for a meeting.”

Without waiting for a response, Zuko pushed past them and continued down the hallway.

“Excuse us,” Sokka echoed, following him worriedly.

As they walked away, he heard Takashi say in disdain, “Unbelievable. What sort of Fire Lord can’t even say a general’s name properly?”

Sokka hoped Zuko hadn’t heard it, but when he saw his shoulders tense and his stride lengthen, he knew it was in vein. His heart broke, and as they passed the door to his office, he lunged forward to grab Zuko’s hand and pull him into it.

“Thokka-“ Zuko cut himself off, eyes squeezing shut in annoyance and embarrassment and wrenching his hand away from Sokka. He pretended it didn’t sting as much as it did. “What are you doing? We’re going to be late.”

“They can wait. I wanted to make sure you were okay.”

“I’m fine. Now let’th- let’th-” he sighed, turning away as he took a deep breath and carefully said, “Let’s go.”

“Zuko, please. You’re not in any condition to run a meeting right now.”

“I’ll have the lithp under control by then, Thokka. It’th fine,” he snapped, lisp coming back with his broken composure.

His heart broke. “That’s not what I meant and you know it.”

He sighed again. “I know,” he said tiredly, hanging his head. “I know that’th not what you meant. I juth-“ He groaned. “I’m thorry you have to hear thith, I know it’th annoying.”

“No it’s not, Zuko. I promise you, I don’t mind. I sort of... Well, I sort of prefer it?”

“What?” Zuko’s tone was immediately defensive.

“That’s not a good way to describe it. I just meant that when you’re lisping, it’s usually because you’re happy, or talking about something you love. And I like it when you’re happy, because you get all soft and beautiful and I love it because I want you to be happy. So, yeah... I love hearing the lisp.”

“I-“ Zuko turned to him slowly, eyes watering slightly. “Ith that why you were thtaring? You think I’m beautiful?”

Sokka blushed, realizing just what he’d admitted. “Oh. You noticed I said that. And also... that I was staring.”

“Thorta hard not to,” he laughed shakily, taking a step closer to Sokka. “I hoped you felt that way, though.”

“Oh,” he breathed, suddenly understanding and stepping forward so that they’re were just inches apart, eyes searching each others’. “Uh, yeah... It’s... Well. Yes. I do feel that way, and if you feel that way too...”

Zuko rolled his eyes fondly. “Juth kith me, Thokka.”

Sokka had never heard anything sweeter.

#lol so i didn’t read this over at all really and i kinda feel like i lost the prompt but #lisp zuko makes me very 🥺🥺🥺 so hopefully this is okay???? #also not me stopping right before the kiss lmaoooo #local asexual not having the energy to write a kiss today haha #anyways thanks hannah sorry it took a while!!! #zukosadragon ace writes #zukosadragon ace speaks #ellen’s 400 follower celebration #verdanthoney

[elftwink]

i’ve said this before but i don’t understand enemies to friends to lovers. half of the fun of enemies to lovers is the ongoing tension of falling for someone you are supposed to hate. if you come to terms with not hating them before you fall in love then WHAT is the point

#good idea generator #obviously this is for ME personally but like #its not as fun if they reconcile their differences before they make out #although i have like very specific tastes for enemies to lovers like it is my favourite trope #but only executed in exactly the way i want it to be done otherwise i hate it #so this could just be that again #but also live a little. perhaps let your characters kiss when they're supposed to be fighting #then you too can use the '[character] kisses how they fight' like lmaoooo #obvious disclaimer that enemies to lovers is for fun and sexy ships not like. r*ylo or w/e #but i trust that is obvious enough to most of you #really enemies to lovers works best when there is no 'good' and 'bad' side. like when everyones just a little right and a lot wrong #its supposed to be MESSY. its supposed to make characters question themselves and their values and who they work for and what they do #which is just a lot more fun is 1) both characters are doing that and 2) there isn't one character who is Obviously Correct to the audience #obviously it doesnt have to be that dynamic thats just the one i personally vibe with the most #i was trying to think of examples and my brain provided me 'spy vs spy' #which is not a thought ive had before but now i literally cannot stop thinking about it #wheezing 2 myself. i bet someone has written fic about that actually

[ppersonna]

swipe right - jjk | m

“ i wanna ruin our friendship. we should be lovers instead. i don't know how to say this, cause you're really my dearest friend “ - jenny, studio killers

♡ summary-  after a horrible breakup, you sign back up for tinder and ironically match with your best friend, jungkook. a date for fun is harmless, right?

♡ genre- best friends to lovers, idiots to lovers, jk is a minecraft streamer, brother namjoon, brother-in-law jimin, namjoon is kind of a himbo stay at home dad ngl, ex-boyfriend seokjin (mentioned but doesnt show up)

♡ word count- 9k

♡ warnings- mentions of a bad breakup (smh seokjin wtf??), penetrative sex, unprotected sex (u know the business folx), oral sex (m receiving), teasing, SO MUCH BODY WORSHIP, jk is a simp, slight dirty talk, lots of just talking during sex yall it happens, creampie, cum play, praise praise body worship praise, did i mention body worship, tit-fucking, cum eating, i think thats all.

♡ a/n - helloooo and thank you for your wait for this fic! i’m so happy its done and i loved writing it! it’s a little bit different feel for my usual style of writing (smut-wise) so please tell me your thoughts! i didn’t use dom/sub themes OR a daddy kink LMAOOOO praise me please. i hope you enjoy!! pls feel free to comment, chat, message, carrier pigeon, email, mail, WHATEVER U WANT, me. i love u babies. thank you to @kimtaehyunq​ for the sexy banner. and for @xjoonchildx @ladyartemesia​ @untaemedqueen​ for the writing support and idea generation. i would be nothing without my council. and thank you to my beta editors @hobi-gif and @ughseoks​ and @hongism​ for the perusal and help in writing this!

Jungkook is the person you call when your world falls apart.

He answers, voice raspy from the late hour, and the second he asks you what’s wrong, the downpour of torrential tears you’ve been holding back finally escapes and you’re sobbing through the phone that you just lost the love of your life—that he left and with little effort on his part, and a lot on yours.

Jungkook listens to you—his heart aching deep in his chest at hearing the utter heartbreak that’s clear in your voice. You’ve never been hurt like this, and he’s desperate to hold you, to make it go away. He wants to drive over to Seokjin’s house and throw a left hook into his stupid, handsome face for making you feel you weren’t worth it.

Because if there’s anything in the world that Jungkook knows, it’s that you’re worth it. You’re worth everything. Add up all the money and all the gold in the entire world, and it still doesn’t meet a fraction of what you’re worth to him.

“Where are you?” He asks as he cradles the phone against one arm and pulls on his jeans.  

You sniffle. “Jungkook, it’s 3 am.”

“So? I was up playing Minecraft,” He lies. “Where are you?”

You can’t help but laugh the tiniest bit, a sliver of warmth wrapping itself around your raw and exposed heart. Like a balm to a flesh wound. It doesn’t heal it, not yet.

“I’m at our park.”

Jungkook smiles as he grips the phone back in his hand. The park. The place you and Jungkook spent your childhood playing make-believe games, and formative teenage years loitering around smoking clove cigarettes to look cool.

“Give me five minutes, okay?”

You nod, even though he can’t see you. 

“Okay.”

Jungkook arrives with two minutes to spare. His beat up Nissan that he insists is “vintage” and “priceless” idles next to you.

He can see you through the darkened glass of your car—your mascara is running down your face, tears streaked through your flawlessly applied makeup.

You still look so beautiful.

And it angers Jungkook that all that time you spent looking good for Seokjin meant nothing to him.

He motions for you to come over, pats the passenger seat next to him and smiles as he watches you open the door and slide into the security of his familiar car.

“You cleaned your car,” you murmur as you notice a severe lack of McDonald’s trash.

He sniffs haughtily. 

“The trash added character.”

Jungkook doesn’t give you a chance to respond. Instead, he’s unbuckling his seatbelt and pulling you as close to him as he can get you. The instant his arms wrap around your body, the floodgates open again and your once-quieted tears turn back into full-fledged sobs.

“I loved him,” you gasp through the pain in your throat.

He rubs your back, pats your hair gently, soothing you the way he has for years now. Through every breakup, through every family fight with your older brother Namjoon, through all the mean girls in high school. Jungkook is the north star—always consistent, always guiding you back to safety.

“I know, babe,” he sighs. “You deserve someone who’s going to treat you right, who’s not just going to give up when things get hard.”

You choke back a cry against his Patagonia hoodie and bury your face further into the crook of his neck. He smells like Old Spice and the shampoo he uses, along with the smell of laundry soap you buy for him—he uses dish soap when he runs out and nearly broke his washing machine last time.

“I thought he was the one. I’m so stupid.”

Jungkook swallows hard. Tonight is about comforting you, not about feeling sorry for himself that you’re his best friend and not his girlfriend. He can’t help but think of what kind of life he would give you. He knows it’s one that wouldn’t end with you crying in a parking lot at 3 AM.

“You’re not stupid, you just loved him. And there’s nothing stupid about loving someone, even if it doesn’t work out,” he sighs as he cradles your head against him. It feels right having you there, pressed up against him and seeking comfort from the solace of his arms.

“Let’s go get a milkshake, yeah?” He asks as you pull your head up and look at him with sad, glassy eyes.

“Yeah,” you nod after a moment of staring.

Jungkook’s eyes sparkle with love, with hope. It makes the desperate, alone feeling inside you—disappear. Jungkook presses a soft kiss to your forehead and then starts the shaky ignition of his car, that takes three cranks of the key before it turns over.

He sends you a look, a laugh evident on your face.

“Don’t even start,” he warns. “The engine is fine.”

“Whatever you say,” you snort as you wipe an errant tear from your face.  

“It’s a certified classic car! I could get millions for this baby!”

As the weeks pass, the pain of losing Seokjin becomes further and further from your mind. You can get through the day without crying anytime you see something that reminds you of him and even start flirting with others without feeling like you’re cheating.

You just still haven’t reached the point where dating someone else even feels possible. You’re terrified of allowing someone close to you, letting them into a place where you’re inviting them to possibly hurt you. You’re not sure your heart is ready for it. 

“I think you’re just scared,” your older brother Namjoon states as he warms up a bottle of milk in boiling water. 

He cradles his new baby in one arm while the other works at the bottle of milk. 

“I’m not scared,” you huff. “I just don’t think it’s the right time.” 

Namjoon sighs and hands the gurgling newborn baby off to you and readies the bottle for you to feed your new niece, Jisoo. 

“Look, Seokjin sucks, okay? I know you two were together for some time, but in the end, he wasn’t the right one for you. There’s someone out there who is the right one for you. You know how many shit frogs I had to kiss before I got my prince?” 

You make a face as you feed Jisoo, who happily sucks and gazes at the lights above. 

“You call Jimin a prince?” 

Namjoon sighs dreamily as he watches the baby and thinks of his husband. 

“The dreamiest prince,” he breathes, eyes closed in bliss. “But back to your problems. I think you should get back out there. Go on some dates, meet some people. No one is telling you to fall in love and get married tomorrow. Just go have some fun.” 

You allow Namjoon’s words to mull through your mind. What could be the harm in joining a few dating sites, perhaps spending some time at the gym or grocery store flirting with someone cute?

“Fine,” you say. “I’ll think about it.” 

“Good. I can’t be the only one giving our parents grand-babies. Soo needs a cousin.” 

You smile down at the tiny bundle in your arms and imagine a future where you have a baby of your own. 

“Okay, I’m not trying to get knocked up, Joon.” 

“Whatever,” he sighs. “Help me choose a wall color for me and Jimin’s new master bathroom.” 

Tinder’s changed since the last time you used it, years ago. It’s gone from any semblance of dating to strictly an app used to get laid. 

It’s discouraging swiping through all the obvious fuckboys. Sure, a quick and easy lay sounds great, but you’re also trying to go out and enjoy real, traditional dates, and it seems none of these guys want to step foot outside of a bedroom. 

The swiping left becomes almost monotonous. You’re sitting on your couch, watching some documentary about serial killers, when a startling profile pops up on your Tinder feed. 

The picture that pops up is... Jungkook. You can’t stop the bubble of laughter that leaps from your chest. His profile is so authentically Jungkook that you’re swiping right before you even know it. 

Your brain doesn’t even comprehend what a match with Jungkook means, really. You’re still laughing as you click on the bubble to message him and send him as many laugh emojis as you can. 

“Hey guys, what’s up, Kookie here with another Let’s Play Minecraft video for ya. Be sure to like and subscribe if you enjoy this kind of content.”

Jungkook’s headset is firmly wrapped around his head, mic next to his mouth and hands at the ready on his mouse and keyboard. He’s set and in the zone. 

The game is well into play when the familiar chime of his phone goes off. It’s a Tinder notification—he can tell by the sound. He can’t help but roll his eyes, wondering what sort of boring conversation he’s meant to have with a girl who will probably ghost him, anyway. 

He lazily lifts his phone and glances at the notification, before dropping it back to the desk. 

His hand freezes on his mouse as he finally comprehends what he just read. 

He just matched with YOU. 

His best friend. 

His secret, lifelong crush. 

He sputters something into the microphone and stops recording his game, wildly grasping for the phone and unlocking it. 

YN: 😂😂😂😂 is your bio a Minecraft pickup line?!

He pauses, attempts to collect his thoughts, before desperately typing on his screen. 

JUNGKOOK: Why? 😉😏 did it work?

You spend the rest of your night jokingly flirting with Jungkook, sending GIFs and emojis in between the silly lines you’re using on each other. 

Right before you’re about to head to sleep, Jungkook sends one last message. 

JUNGKOOK: What if we went on a date lolol. Haha jk. Unless?? 👀👀👀

Your thumbs hover over the keys to your phone. 

A date with Jungkook? Even though you matched with him, you’ve never thought of a date with your childhood best friend. 

YN: alright, it’s only fair since we matched 😝 show me how you treat these tinder ladies

“I have a date with Jungkook tonight,” you tell your brother, Namjoon, over the phone. 

Over the crying of your newborn niece, you hear Namjoon splutter in confusion. 

“You what!?” He nearly screams. “Jeon Jungkook? Like... the annoying kid you’ve been friends with since fourth grade?”

You huff. 

“He’s not annoying! He’s my best friend. We ironically matched on Tinder and… Well, why the fuck not? Nothing serious is going to happen. We’ll go out and have a story to tell about how incompatible we are.”

Namjoon doesn’t reply. Instead, you hear him speak to his husband. 

“She’s going on a date with Jungkook,” he says over the muffle of his hand on the receiver.

There’s a shuffle, and the dulcet voice of your brother-in-law, Jimin, comes over the line. 

“Girl,” he starts. “What the fuck?”

You chuckle as you move about your closet, trying to decide what’s appropriate to wear on a date with your best friend. 

“It’s nothing!” 

“Mm-hmm,” Jimin tuts. “You know the boy is in love with you.” 

“Okay, Chim, you’ve been spending too much time cooped up with my brother. It’s affecting your grip on reality.”

“Sure, honey. I just tell it like it is. Don’t break his heart.” 

You roll your eyes. 

“I won’t break his heart because there’s nothing there, Jimin.”

“I’ll be expecting your call later.”

“Yes, dad. Love you guys.”

“We love you too, sweetheart. But really, don’t break that poor boy’s heart.”

You open your mouth to retort yet another reassurance that there’s nothing to break, but the line goes dead.

“Fucking Jimin,” you mutter as you throw your phone to the bed.

You can’t allow yourself to think that Jungkook might have feelings for you. It’s totally out of the questions. He’s your best friend. The guy who shoves Cheetos up his nose to make you laugh and falls asleep during every movie night with his face in the popcorn bowl. He’s just Jungkook. This date is just a funny way to hang out.

So, why do you care so much about what you wear?

You’re still standing in front of your closet, attempting to find something respectable to wear. It doesn’t matter that the last time Jungkook saw you; it was with mascara streaming down your face and a hoodie from Namjoon’s college swimming days and ripped leggings. Jungkook has seen you in nearly everything you wear, so your indecisiveness gives you pause.

Do you want Jungkook to be attracted to you? Do you want to do your best to look as presentable as you would for a normal date?

The thudding of your heart tells you that maybe you’re more interested in this being a date than you’re allowing yourself to believe.

You shake all thoughts off. 

No, you won’t allow yourself to overthink a night that should just be fun.

You settle for a fitted and simple summer dress, tights and heels. Simple, easy, respectable but also showing enough cleavage and sculpt of your ass to ensure you look more dressed up than not.

Perfect.

With one last look in the mirror, you’re ready.

JUNGKOOK: I’m outside!

ME: See you soon!

Jungkook taps his foot anxiously as he sits on the bench outside your apartment. His tight black jeans feel like a second skin on his legs, and the black button-down shirt he’s tucked in makes him rethink his choice of outfit.

Is he too casual?

He’s never really worn something like this around you. This is what Jungkook wears when he wants to seduce. This is what every girl he’s desperately wished was you got to see. The girls who swooned over his messy hair, the way his jeans display his toned thighs, the peek of skin at his throat.

Maybe it’s too much.

Maybe he’s afraid he’ll scare you away.

Maybe he’s afraid you won’t like it.

He’s given no chance to ruminate anymore because you’re exiting the building and walking straight towards him.

He doesn’t think he remembers how to breathe.

It’s as if you walk towards him in slow motion. Angels chorus around him and the setting sun sparkles on your face like a spotlight. There’s nothing in the world anymore, nothing but you.

You’re the most beautiful human he’s ever seen in his life.

“Hi,” you smile as you approach him.

He continues to stare, eyes traveling over the soft curves of your cheeks and jaw, trailing down to the way your dress clings just right to each dip of your body. His throat goes dry.

You are without a doubt the girl of his dreams. 

“Jungkook?”

It pushes him out of his reverie, eyes widening as he realizes he’s been staring at you for maybe a few minutes too long to play off as normal.

“Hey!” He coughs, attempting to right himself.

“You okay?” You ask, eyebrow lifted in concern.

“Yeah! Yup! Totally! I’m okay—a-okay, absolutely great.” He internally slaps himself.

“You clean up nice,” you smile as your eyes elevate up and down the lean form of his body.

“Oh?” He asks, taken aback. 

In his daze, he never even realized what you’re thinking about him, rather only how intensely he was thinking about you.

“This must be the Jungkook that all the girls in college couldn’t stop begging me to hook them up with.”

His cheeks flame with sudden embarrassment, hand moving to the back of his neck to rub it awkwardly. 

“Ha, yeah,” he swallows. “You look r-really nice too. I don’t think I’ve seen you in a dress since your brother’s wedding.”

The smile that he’s rewarded with nearly knocks him on his ass. “Thanks! It’s fun to dress up cute again. Jin hated this dress.”

A stab of pain eeks its way into Jungkook’s heart. Seokjin. God, how he hates that man.

“Well, uh, you can wear whatever you want with me!” He assures. 

You loop your arm around Jungkook’s, saddling up to his side as you look at him expectantly.

“Well, are we going?”

Jungkook can’t help but smile at the sparkle in your eye, the way you peer up at him with those soft, cherry lips. He wants to capture them with his own, kiss you until you don’t remember Seokjin’s name ever again.

But he resists.

“Let’s go!”

You never thought you’d admit it to yourself. You never even thought it could happen. 

But the date is everything you’ve ever wanted, and more. 

Jungkook is still Jungkook, still just as silly and easy to talk to as he always is. 

But he’s also charming. Flirtatious, even. He holds doors open for you; he rests his hand on the small of your back as he guides you towards your table at dinner. He feeds you bites of his dessert and lets his eyes linger on the way your lips look wrapped around his fork. 

Jungkook treats you the way you’ve always wanted to be treated. Like someone he wants to cherish for the rest of your combined lives. Someone he wants to take care of, build a future with, enjoy life with.

And as much as it thrills you, it absolutely frightens you. 

It’s when you’re walking down the small river trail together that Jungkook slips his hand into yours and laces your fingers together. The once-steady beat of your heart becomes erratic. He continues chatting—as if holding your hand was a subconscious act for him. He’s knee deep in a story of his Minecraft server when you stop walking, causing him to pause. 

“What’s up?” He asks curiously. 

Your eyes glitter with anticipation, with fear, as you stare at the gorgeous man before you. He looks like a full course meal in his tight jeans and he makes you feel like a princess. You can suddenly see doing life by his side—no longer his platonic best friend, but as his lover and lifelong partner. 

You say nothing. Instead, you simply close the space between you two by grabbing the buttons of his shirt and tugging his lips onto yours. 

“Wha—oh, mmmmmm.”

Jungkook is still for a second as he battles the surprise, but jumps into action and cups your face with his hands, deepening the kiss by pushing his tongue past your lips and swirling it around your own. 

Your bodies press close together. He can feel your breasts against his chest and he desperately wants to rip the dress off your body and worship you like he’s always wanted to. 

As soon as the kiss started, it’s over. You’re pulling away with eyes wide with fear.

“I’m sorry, I—I need to go,” you stammer awkwardly.

Jungkook’s heart drops to his stomach.

“What? We were going to get ice cream?”

You can feel tears building in the corners of your eyes. You’re so confused, so unsure of what you’re feeling. You want to stay and kiss Jungkook until you’re clawing at the clothing on his body, pressing kisses to the firm column of his neck. You want to run far away, too scared to admit it to him you’re sure you could love him for the rest of his life.

You can’t lose that friendship. You can’t risk everything you love about Jungkook. He’ll only hurt you the way every boyfriend ever has.

“I don’t really feel well,” you swallow hard as you lie. Jungkook always knows when you’re lying.

His body stiffens.

“Okay, let me walk you home.”

You shake your head, already moving away from the man.

“It’s fine. We’re nearby. I’ll just run or something.”

He opens his mouth to protest, but you’ve already turned face and started running the direction away from him.

Jungkook watches, misty-eyed, as the girl of his dreams runs further and further away from him.

You’re sobbing as you finally reach home, out of breath and confused. The phone call to Namjoon is quick.

“Yo,” he says cooly as he answers the phone. His tone changes when he hears your whimpering sobs on the other end.

“Joonie,” you whisper. “I fucked up.”

“Oh god,” Namjoon quickly shuffles and calls his husband over, before putting the phone on speaker.

“What’s happened, baby?” Jimin’s sweet voice asks.

“I—I kissed him,” you sob, holding yourself close in the comfort of the elevator. 

Namjoon and Jimin look at each other with knowing looks.

“We’re on our way over.”

Jimin knows the first order of business is to stop the crying. He places sleeping baby Jisoo in your arms, which quiets your whimpers enough as you cling to the tiny baby. He knows your weakness is sleeping babies.

Namjoon looks on anxiously, hates seeing his little sister upset and with no way to make it better.

Jimin’s been asked to take the lead on this, because he knows his husband's response is to cry as well—he gets emotional anytime he sees her cry. Namjoon agreed, knowing Jimin was better suited for the conversation.

“Tell us what happened,” Jimin asks quietly. You’re rocking the baby gently, sobs turned to sniffles. “Did something go wrong on the date?”

Your eyes peer up at your brother-in-law’s, a wounded look that makes Jimin feel sad. Namjoon clenches beside him, and Jimin lays a hand on his lap to soothe the protective brother.

“No,” you whisper. “That’s the thing. It was an amazing date.”

Jimin watches you curiously, but remains silent to let you continue.

“We had dinner, and we played arcade games and we walked around. And he was so… fuck, he was perfect. It was like dating the guy of my dreams.”

Jimin nods knowingly.

“And it surprised you how much you liked him.”

“Yeah,” you sniffle. “At the end, he was holding my hand and just talking about normal, stupid Jungkook shit, but this time it felt like more. Like, I felt in my heart that I wanted to be the one he always talked to about it. I wanted to be the one he came home to at night.”

Jimin pats your cheek lovingly, the care for his sister-in-law clear in his gaze. 

“You don’t just like him, honey. I think you might even love him.”  

You pull baby Jisoo tighter into your grasp and nod, pathetic tears slipping down your face. 

“I just left him. Like, I ran away from him like an asshole.”

Namjoon grunts and takes a spot next to Jimin. “If he loves you, which I’m sure he does, he’ll still be waiting for you.”

Jimin nods and rests a hand on his husband's back. “But you better have one hell of an apology.”

Jungkook doesn’t answer your phone calls. He doesn’t respond to your texts, snapchats or Instagram DM’s. He doesn’t even look at the TikToks you sent him! It’s becoming infuriating to get in touch with him.

You take matters into your own hands and storm to his apartment after work, the rising tension in your shoulders and stomach full of rocks an indicator of your anxiety about the future of this relationship.

Jungkook opens the door wearing nothing but a pair of grey sweats. All the carefully crafted words exit your mind at light 

speed and you’re left gasping, wide-eyed at the chiseled body of your best friend.

“Can I help you?” He asks, tone flat.

Ouch.

You push past him into the apartment you know so well. “Yeah, you could start by answering your phone.”

Jungkook rolls his eyes and closes the door, then heads back towards the large gaming setup in the living room.

“My apologies for not responding to the girl who literally ran away from me on a date.”

Your cheeks heat uncomfortably as you stand in the center of his living room, arms crossed over your chest. 

“Jungkook, listen. I’m—”

“Please,” he shakes his head as he sits down at the impressive gaming chair. “Save the apologies. I get it.”

“You don’t get it!” You say, exasperated. “You don’t get any of it! That’s why I’m here.”

Jungkook narrows a look at you then stands from his chair. Slowly, he makes his way towards you and stands inches from your face. The proximity of his bare, toned chest to your body makes your throat dry.

“No, you don’t get it.” His voice is threateningly quiet, completely different from his usual chipper tone. 

“Jungkook, I’m sorry.”

“Sorry for what?” He quirks his head sarcastically, and you’re struck by the sharp lines of his jaw. “Sorry for running away from the date? Sorry for going on a date? Sorry for making me feel like I had a fucking chance when you kissed me?”

You swallow hard and open your mouth to reply, but he cuts you off.

“I’m sorry too. For giving myself way too much hope that this could ever be something. I’m sorry for myself for thinking you’d at least respect me enough to reject me politely.”

“You always had a chance!” You can feel tears building in your eyes and Jungkook feels his heart pound in his chest like a drum.

He scoffs, a harsh and mirthless laugh. “Clearly not.”

“I just—,” you start. “I never saw you like that before and suddenly you became everything I’ve ever dreamed of. It was like getting hit by a train, Kook! Suddenly my best friend turned into the man of my dreams.”

He shakes his head, stepping back away from you.

“I really find it hard to believe you,” he whispers. “I can’t let myself hope.”

“Jungkook, please,” you beg as tears start slipping down your face. “Please believe me.”

“Just leave,” he sighs. “I hate making you cry.”

You want so badly to wrap yourself in his arms, cry into his chest like you always do when you’re hurt. But you stand still, frozen in your shame and embarrassment of hurting your best friend so badly.

“I’m sorry,” you murmur, before you spin around as quickly as you can and leave Jungkook’s apartment in a flurry.

He watches as the door slams behind you, eyes full of sadness and regret. As much as he wants to believe you, have faith in every word you said, he can’t allow himself to get his hopes up again.

He can’t watch you run away from him again.

“Welcome back to Kookie’s Wild Weekly Walkthrough!” Jungkook cheers as enthusiastically as he can through his microphone. “The weekly segment where I react to your Minecraft worlds!”

Jungkook needed to dive back into streaming to take his mind off of you. He hasn’t left his apartment in days, only subsisting on takeout and coffee. At least he was making more money and his subscribers didn’t seem to mind the up-tick in content.

“Tonight I’ll be walking through a creation sent by,” he squints at the username. “‘Kookiesgal95’ Aww that’s cute.”  

He readies the content and starts his camera as he watches the YouTube link. His subscribers love his reaction videos—it’s a highly requested segment.

The video starts off easily, a generic Minecraft world that looks like a park.

“Hi Kook.”

The voice that reverberates through his headphones makes him pause the video quickly, wide-eyed with recognition.

It’s you. He’d know that voice from a million others. 

Shit. He’s going to have to edit so much of this clip. He’s staring at the screen as if he’s just seen a ghost.

Unsteadily, he clicks play again and watches as you lead him through your Minecraft creation.

“I wanted to recreate something for someone very special in my life.”

Jungkook doesn’t even bother to react to this anymore. This entire video is going to be worthless—there’s nothing he can say.

The video pans around the Minecraft setup and he can see what looks like handmade swings and merry go rounds.

“It took me a really long time to do this and an embarrassing amount of help from some twelve-year-olds on the internet.”

He laughs and is stunned by the wet tears rolling down his cheeks. He hadn’t realized he was crying.

“I re-created a park that is really special to my best friend and I.”

He feels his chest tighten and relax. The park. 

“This is the spot where he held me when my dog died when I was nine. I still miss that dog.”

The view is on a spot next to a blocky oak tree. Jungkook remembers that day, remembers your heartbroken sobs as he whispered words of comfort to you. He misses that dog, too. 

“This is where he and my brother got in a fight when we were eleven, because my brother called me a stupid-head. My best friend has always been protective of me, even from my own big brother.”

He can still remember pushing Namjoon around after hearing him call you names. He pushed Namjoon over and threatened to use his “big muscles” if he did it again.

The camera pans to an enormous structure, rather sloppily made, of a slide and monkey bars.

“This is where we first shared a joint in high school. I coughed a lung up and he ran down the street to a gas station at ten pm to get me a bottle of water even though I told him I was okay,”

The memory of the bewildered 7-11 employee plays through his mind. The man watched as a very stoned, very out of breath, Jungkook paid for a bottle of water in coins.

The video continues playing, moves towards what appears to be a parking lot made of cobblestone blocks.

“This is where he held me when my world fell apart.”

The break-up. The way you cried and cried and cried in his arms and he held you as if you were the only thing left on Earth. 

“This is where he reminded me I’m worthy of love, that I’m not broken. This is where he held me like I was delicate, but treated me like I was unbreakable.”

His tears don’t stop. Jungkook feels his heart thundering in his chest like a summer storm. 

He can hear your sniffles through the recording of the video—you were crying too. It pans around to the swing set.

“And this is where I’ll tell him everything, tonight. Where I’ll tell him how deeply I love him and how I want to make him the happiest guy in the world. In all of Minecraft and beyond. I hope he comes.”

Jungkook doesn’t even bother turning his camera off.

Instead, he’s running to change out of his three-day-old clothes and bolt out the door.

The creaky, rusty metal of the swing set is deafeningly loud in the silence of your park.

It’s dark, just a few street lights around to illuminate the perimeter, but it’s otherwise only lit by the moon.

It’s getting cold. You shiver in your hoodie and kick at the dirt under your swing. 

Maybe he didn’t see the video. Maybe he wasn’t going to show.

Maybe it was too late.

You spent hours working on the Minecraft world, staying up at all hours of the night to build and craft a poor re-creation of this park. The twelve-year-olds on Reddit had been invaluable and Namjoon definitely made fun of you for your creative assistants. But it had all been worth it. 

“Fuck,” you speak out loud to no one, as you try to warm your hands in the pockets of your sweater. “It’s cold.”

“You should have brought a jacket.”

The sudden voice from behind startles you. You hop off the swing and whip around to face  down the intruder.

Jungkook.

He looks so good. He’s wearing a thick coat and tight jeans. Your eyes take a delicious journey from head to toe.

He can’t help but preen at your blatant appreciation. He enjoys knowing you’re attracted to him, at least physically.

“You came.”

He nods and takes a nervous step towards you. He’s still far away, more than an arm's-reach away. You’re desperate to bring him closer, to pull him tight against your body and wrap yourself around him. You never want to be without his gentle touch again.

“I felt pretty compelled to come after you made all this in Minecraft for me.” He cracks a wry smile, a boy-ish grin that makes your heart flutter.

“It took me twenty-five hours and some teenagers to help.”

He laughs, a beautiful sound that warms you. “I’m sure they were ecstatic to help.”

You chew at the inside of your cheek, nervous at what he thinks about your in-game confession.

“Did you mean it?” He asks. He steps closer—one more step.

“Every word.”

His eyes are searching yours for the truth, desperately diving into the depths for validity.

“Why did you run away?” Another step.

You swallow hard, heavy tears brimming in your eyes.

“You went from being the silly best friend to being the person I could spend the rest of my life with. It all hit me. It’s always been you.”

One more step and now he’s just within your reach. If you stuck your hand out, your fingers would graze the soft puff of his coat, the delicate skin of his neck. 

“I’ve always felt that way about you. I never thought you’d feel the same.”

You smile softly, timidly. “It just took me a little while longer to realize it.”

All at once, Jungkook closes the gap and holds you gently by your cheeks. His thumbs wipe at the moisture under your eyes. 

“I promise to never make you cry again,” he whispers reverently. 

“And I promise to never run away from you again.” 

Jungkook smiles at that, cradling your face like you’re the most expensive and precious jewel. 

“Can I kiss you again?” He asks, somewhat unsure of himself. 

“I would like it if you would.”

As Jungkook presses his cold, plush lips to your own, you make a promise to yourself to never go a day without kissing him again. 

“I can’t believe you’re in my bedroom,” Jungkook murmurs as he kisses at your face. After the park, Jungkook loaded you into his priceless Nissan and scurried home. You could hardly keep your hands off him as he drove you back to his place—reaching and caressing the spots on his body you’re dying to become familiar with. 

“I’ve been in your bedroom before,” you remind him as he tugs up the hoodie you’re wearing. 

“God, don’t be so semantic when I’m trying to fuck you,” he says before throwing the hoodie to a corner of the room. “You know what I mean.”

Jungkook kisses you again, all lips and teeth and tongue. He kisses you like you’re the last breath of air, and he’s greedy for every bit. He grips your hips, not too tight, and brings your body against his. You can feel him grow in hardness in his too tight, and it feels like bliss. 

Teasingly, you grind your hips against his, making him shudder with desire.

“I want you,” he whines as he nibbles at your lip. 

“Really? I couldn’t tell.”

He opens his eyes to level a look at you, pulling his mouth away from yours. 

“You’re such a little smartass.”

His hands become feverish on your jeans, tugging apart the button and flicking down the fly. He pushes them down quickly, and you kick them off carelessly. 

He can’t stop looking at you in your bra and panties, standing at the foot of his bed. 

“Holy shit, okay, this is happening, right? Like, this is real?” 

You smirk, pleased with Jungkook’s obvious excitement. 

“Let me prove it’s not just a dream.” 

Softly, you spin Jungkook around and push him down to sit on his bed. He complies easily, eyes wide and excited. 

“If this is a dream, would you be able to feel this?” You ask as you unbuckle  his belt and open his jeans. He doesn’t reply, simply watches you as you tug his jeans down to his thighs. 

His cock strains hard against his tight boxers, and you run a teasing finger over the obvious bulge. 

“Oh fuck,” he breathes. 

“Feels pretty real, huh?”

“Y-yeah.” 

Your delicate hands gently tug at the waistband of his boxers and easily work them down enough to free the length of his cock. It springs out easily and your eyes widen at the impressive size. You assumed he would be at least average, but you’re looking at something definitely more. 

“Oh wow,” you whisper. “You’re fucking huge.” 

Jungkook grins. “All for you, baby.” The cockiness is palpable. 

One solid grip around him wipes the presumptuous smile off his face, replaced with a gasping, shuddering moan. 

“How about this? Not a dream?”

He struggles to find his voice, instead he’s gulping for air like a fish out of water. 

“That’s what I thought,” you whisper before settling into a position on your knees. “I’ll admit, I’ve dreamt about this too. I always felt so ashamed for dreaming about sucking my best friend's cock.”

You press soft kisses to the head of his length, teasing the sensitive areas at the tip before kissing up and down the length. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

His evident desire for you encourages you, and your tongue swipes at the crown of his tip and swirls around it gently. 

“Oh my god.” His eyes shutter closed and you trace the veins in his dick with your tongue. 

“This h-has to be a dreeeaaaaam,” he whines as you make an exceptionally long stripe with the flat of your tongue. 

You pull off for a moment, humming. He springs his eyes open and watches as you reach behind your back and unsnap your bra. Your breasts escape with a bounce and his eyes widen, nearly bulging out of their sockets. 

“What the fuck,” he whines. “You have the most amazing tits.”

He reaches out to grasp them and you slap them away playfully. 

“Not yet,” you smirk. “Still trying to convince you you’re not asleep.” 

He sucks in his breath and puts his hands back to the bed to steady himself, eyes never leaving yours (except to stare at the luscious curves of your body). 

Grasping your breasts in both hands, you smash them together lightly in an elaborate show of what Jungkook wants most. You lean over his body and place the throbbing thickness of his cock in between your tits, allowing him to feel just how soft and warm they are. 

“Shit!” He yelps, grabbing his sheets in a tight fist. “Are you really tit-fucking me right now?!”

Slowly, you lift your body up and down, allowing his cock to feel each stroke of your breasts. You nod at his question and continue to pump up and down. 

“Still dreaming?” 

He whines and shakes his head, already feeling so close to the edge. His cock is slick from your teasing licks and the pressure of your tits surrounding him had his mind spinning with desire. 

“Ahhh, I’m so fucking close,” he warns.

You continue, speeding up the friction and pressure of your strokes. 

“I want you to cum on me, Kook,” you whisper encouragingly. “Cum on my tits, please?”

Jungkook feels like he’s a wire about to snap, and your thick, sultry voice and incredibly perfect breasts are the snips that breaks him apart. 

“Oh, shit,” he grunts. “Gonna paint your titties white, baby.”

His moans echo around the walls of his bedroom, small gasps of pleasure and your name escaping his perfectly plump pout. 

His hot load splatters on your chest, and you stroke him through each pulse of his cock. You’re slippery with his seed now, and when you pull away from his spent length, you make a show of rubbing in his cum over your chest.

“Okay, definitely not dreaming,” he says in a daze as he watches you lift a wet finger to your mouth, popping it in to clean it off. “Who knew you were so fucking kinky?” 

His confidence grows as he catches his breath. He can’t believe he’s sitting on his bed with you on your knees, breasts covered in his load. You’re suckling the cum off your finger like it’s his cock, and he’s desperate for more.

“There are lots of things you don’t know about me,” you shrug. 

Swiftly, he grabs you gently by your bicep and pulls you close, sucking at your lips until you’re both standing. 

“I plan to find out everything.” 

Suddenly, you’re switching positions and Jungkook is pushing you down into the bed. You lay flat in the center, body relaxed and eager for your best friend.

“What are you doing?” You ask. He’s still standing at the end of the bed, watching you get comfortable. Once he’s satisfied that you’re lying exactly how you want, he settles himself by your feet.

“Worshipping you,” he says as he lifts an ankle and presses gentle kisses to your calf. “Showing you how much I adore you.” More kisses, soft and sweet. “Showing you how I plan on treating you for the rest of your life.” 

He takes his time, lavishing your legs with his mouth. He kisses and sucks at any spot, sexual or not. He mouths at the roundness of your knees, your firm hamstrings. He presses his love into the skin of your thighs, mouthing his praises with each kiss. 

He reaches the dip of your hips and he gently kisses your exposed skin as he tugs your cotton panties off you. 

“I have loved every inch of you since before I can remember,” he praises as his lips skim over the mound of your cunt. “And I don’t plan on stopping soon.” 

Your body feels like it’s on fire, as if Jungkook lights a match at every spot his lips press against. Your eyes close, and you allow Jungkook to continue his pious worship of your body. 

He teases around your folds, kissing your labia ever so gently—making you gasp. He doesn’t linger long, only kisses you enough to stir the licking flames of heat in your belly.  

He kisses at your stomach, gently nibbling and laving at the softness there. You try to hide from him, try to hide your insecurities of your body in his thorough exploration, but he moves your hands. 

“I know you don’t like this part of your body,” he murmurs. His voice is so soft, so pure and sincere. “But I do. I love everything about you.” 

His tongue swirls around your belly button, making you gasp at the ticklish sensation. 

“You’re so pretty. So perfect.” 

He continues upwards, lips now trailing to your full breasts. He takes his time there, licking and kissing and flicking at your nipples with his tongue. It feels exhilarating—Jungkook’s mouth feels like everything you want it to feel like. His tongue is warm, and he bites with just enough pressure to make your back arch off the bed into his embrace.

His hands explore, taking stock of every millimeter of skin he can find. He wants to memorize every freckle, every bump, every scar and line. Your body is his paradise, and all he can think of is you, you, you.

One hand travels down your body as he moves his lips up your neck. It snakes down your stomach and deftly slides over your soaked core. You whine as you feel his fingers part your folds and dip into the wetness.

“So wet,” he says out loud, verbalizing every tantalizing detail of your body. “So perfect.”

His lips are finally at your own and you kiss him passionately, tongue swirling around his as he slides his two fingers past your clit and into your drenched hole. You gasp against his mouth, eyes widening as he slowly scissors his fingers into you and pumps slowly. It’s almost teasing, the way he fucks his fingers in you. Slow, firm movements with his powerful hands.

“Jungkook!” You gasp. He doesn’t reply, instead he bites at your lip and tugs, then trails his hot mouth back down to your nipples. He can’t get enough of your breasts and the slightly salty taste of him still lingering.

“You feel so good,” he says as he speeds his fingers up minutely. “So tight and wet for me.”

Your hips writhe in need. He’s giving you what you need, but not enough. You need more, more. You want to feel him, all of him, spearing you open.

“Please, Kook,” you groan. “I need you.”

He laughs softly against your nipple and sucks extra hard, letting it pop out of his mouth audibly.

“And I need you, my love.”

“Fuck me, please.” You’re desperate, thighs quaking from the slow teasing. “I want you to fuck me, Jungkook.”

Chills shudder down Jungkook’s spine and he’s powerless to say no, not when you demand it so well.

“With pleasure,” he agrees. He pulls his fingers from within you and copies your move, sliding them into his mouth to suck your essence off. 

He’s never looked sexier. His eyes are dark chocolate pools of burning intensity, and you feel your breath become shaky as you watch him clean his fingers with precision.

After he’s deemed his fingers sufficiently clean, he settles himself between your legs. Easily, he lifts your hips and shoves a pillow underneath, elevating you to a more comfortable position. He grabs your legs and tosses each over his shoulders so they’re higher in the air. 

“I’m going to fuck you so good, baby,” he promises as he rubs the tip of his cock on your soppy slit. “Condom?”

You shake your head, appreciative of his question but desperate to feel him completely.

“Birth control. Regularly tested. Haven’t had sex in a while,” you blurt out. “You good?”

He nods in agreement. “Same. Well, except the birth control. But, I’d take it if they made it for men.”

“Jungkook!” You whine. Your best friend is so easily sidetracked. “Please, can you fuck me?”

He grins. “Tsk, someone is impatient.”

A low moan is rumbling in your chest as he continues to rub his thick cock at your entrance.

“I swear to god, you’re the biggest tease.”

“Oh, I’m definitely the biggest.”

Before you can react, he’s pushing past your entrance and sliding deep in your walls. Your position makes his cock feel deep, and he bottoms out and stills there, eyes closed in bliss.

“Holy shit,” he gasps. “This is absolutely the best pussy I’ve ever felt.”

You wiggle your hips as you get used to the sensation of the delicious stretch.

“Please don’t tell me how many pussies you’ve felt when you’re balls deep inside of me.”

Jungkook turns his head and kisses at your legs resting on his shoulders, lavishing them with his praise once more as he keeps his cock buried inside your tight heat.

“Yours is the only one that matters. The only pussy I’ll ever be in for the rest of my life.”

“That’s a good answer,” you smile. “Now, fuck me, lover boy.”

Jungkook winks and grips your hips with his hands. He swiftly pulls out, enamored with the way his cock is already covered in your creamy essence, then eagerly pushes back in. He sets a pace and soon the sound of skin clapping on skin echoes around the room.

“Oh god!” You’re moaning loudly, unabashedly. You’re thankful that Jungkook’s old roommate, Yoongi, moved out to live with his boyfriend Hoseok months ago. He’d definitely complain about the noise for months. “Fuck, Jungkook, you feel so good.”

Jungkook fucks into you with ferocity, speed and power gradually rising as he feels his core tighten with the coming anticipation of release.

“Mmm, you look so fucking sexy like this,” he murmurs. “Getting fucked by your best friend’s fat cock.”

He moves a hand from your hip, trails it up your body to squeeze at your breast, before he’s cupping your face once again. His hips snap against yours and he loves the way your mouth utters little squeaks and gasps with each deep thrust into you.

“God, my beautiful girl,” he groans. “Can’t wait to cum in this pussy, shit, you got me so fucking close.”

You open your mouth desperately and Jungkook easily slips his thumb in. You latch on quickly and suck, tongue swirling around the tip like you’re sucking another cock. It nearly sends him over the edge and the speed of his hips matches his desperate need for more.

“Fucking hell,” he bites back. He can feel his belly tighten, driven further and further to the edge by the constricting wetness of your cunt. 

He pulls his thumb out and moves it down to where his cock spears into you, allowing your spit to swirl with his thumb around your clit. Your core tightens around him at the added stimulation and your back arches up in ecstasy.

“I’m so c-close, Kook,” you plead, as if begging for mercy. “Please, I want to cum so bad.”

The speed of his thumb increases, and he watches as your face twists in pleasure and desperation. 

“Cum on my cock, baby, let me see you fall apart. Show me what I’ve dreamt of for so long.”

A high and wanton cry ripples out of your body as he savagely increases his speed, both his cock and thumb working overtime to drive you towards your end. The butterflies that erupt in your lower stomach make your moans louder, higher. You’re so close, closer than ever. It’s building to an incredible crescendo.

He can tell you’re close—he sees it on your face as your back arches and your fists grip his sheets.

“You look like a fucking angel, baby,” he whines as he soaks in the vision of you writhing underneath him. “I bet you cum like an angel, too. Let me see it, let me see.”

With just a few more swirls of his thumb and his deep, hard strokes, you’re soaring over the edge into a pool of nothingness. Your cunt pulsates wildly around his length, milking and stroking it with your tight walls. You throw your head back, moaning out his name at the top of his lungs, letting his neighbors know just who fucks you so well.

“Holy shit,” he gasps, hips stuttering as he fucks into your juicy hole. “That was so fucking sexy.”

You grip his forearms, holding onto him tight and encourage him to go harder. “Cum inside me, Kookie, please. I’m all yours, make me yours.”

His heart feels like it might burst in his chest. He’s always wanted you to say it to him, to hand over your love to him like he does so easily to you. It’s all so much, so overwhelming, and the feeling of your hot cunt still fluttering around him sends him reeling into his own completion. 

He spills into you, warm seed coating your walls and pooling inside your womb. He fucks himself through each throb of his cock until he’s sure he’s drained every ounce of himself into you.

Your legs slip off his shoulders easily, and he gently pulls himself out of you. He falls beside you, panting with exertion, and wraps an arm around you.

After a few silent moments of catching your breath, Jungkook pulls you in close to him until he can koala-cling to you, arms and legs both wrapped around your body.

“Mine,” he whispers as he kisses your head. “All mine.”

You return the favor, clinging to your best friend—boyfriend—like he’s your only lifeline.

“All yours.”

“So, you’re telling me, you got together because of Minecraft?” Jimin asks, pointing a fork in your direction. It’s been months now since your grand virtual declaration of love for Jungkook. Months of bliss and romance, laughter and companionship. 

You were right all along. Jungkook is everything you’ve wanted in a man and more.

You’re sitting at your brother’s expensive dinner table, enjoying a meal with his family with your boyfriend at your side.

“Yeah, Jimin, I guess that’s what I’m saying,” you retort as you roll your eyes. “Minecraft and Tinder.”

Baby Jisoo is awake and in your brother’s arms, but she’s whining and wiggling to leave him.

“What’s wrong, Soo?” Namjoon asks with a pout on his lips. “Why don’t you want daddy anymore?”

Jimin snorts at his husband and you hold out your arms for your baby niece. “Come here, baby, I know you want auntie.”

Namjoon dutifully hands over his daughter, sulking that he’s been picked over for his sister. 

You cradle the baby in your arms, expecting her to calm once she’s there, but she continues to fuss. She’s thrusting her arms out and nearly crying, reaching towards Jungkook who’s busy chowing down on Jimin’s homemade ramen.

“I think she wants you, Kook,” you murmur. He looks at you, then to the baby, then back to you, before he wipes his hands and face clean with a napkin.

“Oh, okay,” he whispers, slowly taking the baby from your arms with your help. “Hello, ma’am.”

Namjoon and Jimin laugh. “She’s a baby, Jungkook, not an elderly woman,” your brother teases.

Jungkook doesn’t listen. He’s too busy cooing at the baby in his arms and playing with her tiny hands. Namjoon turns his attention away and looks at you.

“Guess I won’t be the only provider of grandchildren for much longer.”

You playfully glare at him and turn away to watch your boyfriend. Watching Jungkook interact with your niece makes your heart swell, your soul sing. He’d be a perfect father.

“I swear, if he teaches her how to play Minecraft, he’s banned from the household,” Jimin grumbles. “This is a No-Nerd-Zone.”

Jungkook cradles the child and rocks back and forth, singing her a soft, made-up song, before he looks over at you.

“Hey, I want one of these,” he smiles. “Can we have one?”

You lay a hand on your stomach, a soft bump not quite visible yet. It’s only been one test, the lines faintly indicating ‘positive’ on the stick. You wanted to make sure, get confirmation before you spill the beans.

“Sure, Kookie.”

He grins and leans over to kiss you, before turning his attention back to the baby. “Okay, Jisoo, now let me tell you all about the Endermen.”

Jimin groans. “Oh my god, do not give Minecraft facts to my infant!”

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Okie. How about some headcanons about the boys reactions to their s/o who gets super clingy and always wants hugs when they are PMSing. Maybe they hug a lot if their male friends too and their boy get jealous. Maybe they know and take precautions so they’ll be the one you cling to. (My fave bois. Tsukishima, Daichi, Kuroo, Oikawa and Akaashi. Ooo, and maybe Bokuto. You know you wanna. 😉) omg, I’m sorry the list it so long. I just love them all. But please only do the boys you want. Thank you.

omg thank you for requesting because i had SO much fun writing this :)

read part 2 here

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WHEN THEIR S/O IS EXTRA AFFECTIONATE WHILE THEY’RE PMSING (P1)

— including tsukishima, daichi, kuroo, oikawa, akaashi & bokuto

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☆。*。☆。 Tsukishima Kei

Although he’ll never admit it, he secretly loves it when you act clingy

But if you want a hug from him, you’re going to have to work for it because his teasing will NEVER stop

“Hmm, you want a hug?” he smirked during one lunch. “Maybe I’ll give you one if you go to the vending machine and get me a lemonade”

“Kei—”

“Oh, and I’d like a bag of chips with that too, babe”

You were so desperate for a hug that you actually went to the vending machine for him, but instead of giving you a hug, he just smirked and shook his head at you when you returned

“I change my mind, can I have orange juice instead?”

“Stop toying around, Kei, I really want a hug right now,” you pouted. “I guess I’ll just ask Tadashi for one then”

You started to walk away, but you felt his hand clasp gently around your wrist, and before you knew it his arms were around your waist and your head was in his chest

“No,” he told you, pulling you closer towards him, allowing you to breathe in his strawberry scent. “If you’re going to hug anyone, it’s going to be me”

☆。*。☆。 Daichi Sawamura

Hugs??? Say no more

This man is literally your personal teddy bear, and let’s just admit it, he literally gives the best hugs ever

He’s so warm and comforting, and you feel so safe and secure whenever he wraps his muscular arms around you

He doesn’t mind you being extra clingy because that just means that he gets to spend more time with you in his embrace

If he sees you hugging his teammates during your PMS-driven crave for affection, he won’t say anything

Instead, he’ll just give the boys a death stare when you’re not looking, and you don’t need me to tell you that Daichi’s angry face is the scariest thing ever

“Why doesn’t anyone else want to hug me, Daichi?” you asked your boyfriend one day at practice after his other teammates practically ran away from you when you tried to give them a hug

“No reason,” Daichi shrugged his shoulders, pretending to be clueless. “It’s okay, though. You can hug me instead”

He pulled you into a warm hug, and from that moment on you were perfectly okay with just hugging Daichi because no feeling could compare to the feeling of his arms wrapped around you

☆。*。☆。 Kuroo Tetsurou

Unlike Tsukishima, Kuroo will not hesitate to give you the affection you’re craving, yet similarly to the tall blond boy, he’ll tease you relentlessly about it

“Ooh, are we getting close to that time of the month again?” is Kuroo’s signature line whenever he notices that you’re acting more clingy and affectionate than usual

“Shut up, Tetsu,” you always say as he pulls you closer to him, wrapping his arms around your waist and allowing you to bury your head comfortingly in his chest

You can’t see it because you’re hugging him, but this boy has the biggest smirk on his face

But of course, Kuroo gets extremely jealous the moment he realizes that this PMS-induced behaviour is not reserved for him

“What do you think you’re doing giving this shorty a hug?” he scowled and practically lifted Yaku out of your arms when he saw you giving the short boy a hug during practice

As he wrapped his arms around you, he whispered to you that he’ll give you all the hugs you need

After that incident, you start to find it weird when coincidentally, all of his practices seem to be canceled whenever you’re PMSing

☆。*。☆。 Oikawa Tooru

Oikawa’s super clingy so he loves it when your need for affection skyrockets when you’re PMSing

As he hugs you, he’ll give you neck kisses and will sometimes tease you by tickling you when you least expect it

“Tooru stop it, that tickles!”

“Only if you give me a kiss, [Y/N]-chan”

This boy is such a flirt, I swear—

Once, he saw you going up to Iwaizumi to give him a hug and he literally rioted

“No hugs for Iwa-chan,” Oikawa whined as he ran towards you two, pushing the boy out of the way before embracing you tightly in his arms

Literally all the Seijoh boys were dying of laughter because Oikawa was too busy hugging you to notice that he had pushed Iwaizumi onto the floor, and that the black-haired boy was giving him the biggest death stare imaginable

You noticed though, so you pressed a kiss to his cheek before pulling away from his embrace

“Good luck Tooru,” you giggled as you saw Iwaizumi walking up behind him with his arms crossed and a huge scowl on his face. “You’re going to need it”

☆。*。☆。 Akaashi Keiji

This man is prepared for when you’re experiencing your monthly PMS clinginess

Like, you’re clingy and you want affection? This man will go above and beyond for you

He knows that you want to be around him as much as possible, so he’ll walk you to class (with his arm wrapped around you the entire time), and he’ll give you a long hug before you go inside

Also, Akaashi goes above and beyond a simple hug. As he has you wrapped in his embrace, he’ll twirl your hair through his fingers and will rub your back to help you if you have any cramps

Honestly just marry him already agasajasbdjsadi

Akaashi is honestly so intelligent that he just knows when you’re going to start acting more clingy because you’re PMSing before you do

He’s not keeping track of time or anything, but he’s just so used to the routine that it’s instinctive at this point

He’ll surprise you with chocolates and you don’t know whether you should eat them or hug your boyfriend first lmaoooo

He’ll act chill and tell you it’s all “just because you’re PMSing”, but he’s secretly so whipped for you that he’ll give you this much affection if you want him to no matter what time of the month it is

☆。*。☆。 Bokuto Koutarou

Bokuto knows that there’s a certain time every month where you become overly affectionate, but he can’t seem to put two and two together to figure out that it’s because you’re PMSing

It’s okay though because he’s baby

All your PMS hugs end up turning into cuddles because once you hug him he will not let go

Sometimes when you hug him, he surprises you by picking you up and spinning you around in his arms as he presses a thousand kisses to your cheeks, and it’s the cutest thing ever!!!

One time when you went to watch him practice, you asked Akaashi for a hug because Bokuto was practicing his serves

Of course, your boyfriend went into a full on emo mode upon seeing you in Akaashi’s arms

He legit almost collapsed LMAOOO

You immediately ran over to your boyfriend, planting a kiss on his cheek and wrapping your arms around his muscular frame

“Don’t be sad, Kou, your hugs are and will always be the best”

From that day onward, PMS hugs were reserved for Bokuto and Bokuto only. But of course, you don’t mind because you weren’t lying when you said that you loved Bokuto’s hugs the most

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