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big thighs, new jersey ✢ mattias samuelsson (18+)

pairing: mattias samuelsson x fem!reader (childhood friends to lovers)

warnings: pining. so much pining. fem language (reader is referred to as a woman). cursing. alcohol consumption. reader and mattias are drunk but coherent. super vague religious imagery. oral (f receiving), unprotected p in v, fingering, petnames, praise, enthusiastic consent, cocky mattias but literally who is shocked, begging, so many feelings involved. ever so slight angst.

summary: y/n has been in love with mattias since they first met when they were 8, and they had matching bowl cuts. being his best friend is the hardest job she’s ever been tasked with. 16 years of pure desperation all boils down to one night on the beach.

word count: 5.2k ... jesus christ

author's note: welcome to what is essentially a year's worth of brainrot, compiled into one fic. i started this concept a year ago with some friends, and now thanks to @pldstattoos, @flashyfucker, and @puck-luck, it is now a tangible piece of literature. based ever so loosely on the song “big thighs, nj” by lowcut connie, amongst other tunes that i will share later. this man just SCREAMS childhood friends to lovers so i had to give my very best to my favorite boy ever.

it’s late again.

he’s got one arm draped over your shoulders, gesturing wildly to the rest of the group with his can of seltzer, not spilling a single drop. the old, paint-stained sheet you two share has gone cold, matching the feeling of the sand beneath it.

if he remembered you brought that old “seaside heights” sweatshirt you bought back in the heyday of the jersey shore era with you to the beach when you told him you were cold, eyes wide and hopeful, he kept it to himself.

another day spent at the beach with your friends, skitting along the sand, never too far apart from each other. you could feel him on your skin like the humidity.

it’s been like this since your parents agreed, reluctantly, that you were too old for day camps and you barely got to see mattias anymore during the school year. your mom softened when you mentioned him like she always did. since then, you’d bike to his house in the morning to find him strapping on his rollerblades. you’d make him race you for a few blocks since he insisted on cross-training in the offseason or whatever it was he said to make himself feel like he wasn’t totally slacking off. then you both slowed down, falling into a rhythm about as familiar as your own heartbeat. you’d meet up with friends, skipping through town and letting the breeze off the ocean push you one way or another. and more often than not, it ended around a fire pit — and as you got older — with cans in hands, recounting the day and making half-hearted plans for the next one.

except, now you’re older. old enough that you just finished your first ever real internship, one that led you up to the summer, now leaving you with the stress of finding a real job. but that doesn’t matter right now. what matters right now is the fact that you’re back with your friends, on the beach, recalling those stories from long ago, like how you broke your arm when you were 10 because you insisted to mattias and his older brother, luke, that you could do a cartwheel on the trampoline in your roller skates. it had been his older sister, allie, that called the ambulance, naturally.

you’re acutely aware that there are a finite number of these days and nights left. mattias is a big-time hockey player now (well, not actually, but to you, he might as well be wayne gretzky), and just like you, he can’t spend his whole life on the beach. but you really wish he could, with you, forever. knowing you have to share him with the world, that’s the part that eats at you.

you’re also acutely aware of his position on you, his hand skirting just barely along the top of your bikini top, just barely out of reach from where you really wish he’d lay his hands. you wonder if he can feel the goosebumps on your skin from the calm jersey winds.

mattias’ voice vibrates through your body, its deep, steady buzz keeping you centered. it’s not until you hear angelo let out an almost inhumane noise that triggers the group into a state of hysteria, that you feel a cold splash on your shoulder and the sound of mattias stifling a choked laugh, snapping you out of your thoughts. you glance up at mattias, whose guilt slowly etches onto his face as he drunkenly realizes what he’s done. he didn’t even spill that much, but he knows there’s a good chance you’ll overdramatize for the sake of poking fun at him.

“mattias, how could you!” you widen your eyes again and fling your wrist against your forehead, leaning your back into him as though you’re fainting. you stick to your performance as much as you can, trying to ignore how his muscular frame presses against you, his arms catching you with your quick movements. he’s leaning down over you, rolling his eyes and laughing at you. you smell the scent of mango and alcohol on his breath, his signature summer scent at this point. you could kiss him right now if you wanted; he was close enough to your face.

you want to chastise him for not being more careful, for not paying attention to his own body. but you know it weighs on him more than anyone else. there are boundaries you know not to cross.

he lifts up his shirt, just enough to use it as a makeshift towel for the drink he spilled on you. just enough to see his soft, tan skin and the ripple of his muscles that he, for some reason, chooses to hide more often than not.

“sorry, baby. lemme help you,” he half-whispers, because he’s mattias, a man who can never be truly silent. baby. a nickname he started using on you when you were 15, starting to drink when you went to the cool parents’ house, a nickname that he only really uses on you when you’ve both been under some sort of influence. he knows the effect that it has on you, and you hate that you know that he seems to do it on purpose. he’s so unfair sometimes.

he uses his free arm to keep you steady, wrapping his arm around your stomach. you can feel his heartbeat against your back, but choose not to focus on it too much. you’re practically in his lap now, being cradled in his arms as you feel the soft material of his shirt swipe down your arm, and back over your shoulder, and just along that same forbidden spot along the hem of your bikini top. it’s killing you at this point.

“all good?” he asks, causing you to be forced to look him in the eyes again.

“all good,” you squeak out, your voice barely a whisper, leaning back into him and taking your spot back in his arms.

“sorry again, dude,” he slurs, smoothing down the messy hair on top of your head, and it reminds you that you, too, have plenty of alcohol in your body, and it’s just now starting to catch up. it’s that same consumption of alcohol that would account for why no one has paid attention to either of you for the past 5 minutes, everyone caught up in telling their own drunken tales from the past.

you go to tell him that you swear it’s okay, when josh loudly —and suddenly— announces his departure from the group, saying something about his early morning tee time with his dad the next day. it was from there that lauren, bri, and anna got up and began making their way back to the house together, arm in arm, giggling about an inside joke that you had been too distracted to participate in. julian and angelo linger for a few minutes longer, arguing with each other and mattias about stuff that doesn’t matter. your eyes feel heavier still. the pair of boys eventually peel off, their yawns becoming hard to ignore. they bid their goodbyes to you and your human pillow, disappearing up the dune and into the house.

mattias nudges you, and you stir.

“do you want to head in? it’s, like, 3:45 am,” mattias asks, showing you the time on his phone. his phone background – a photo of the group, his arms, wrapped around your chest, everyone smiling like it was picture day – lights up your face, the sudden brightness causing you to squint. sure enough, the clock reads 3:42 am. you let out a sigh, twisting in his arms so you’re laying with your back to the sheet, between his thighs. he grabs your head on both sides, shaking it slightly, his fingers loosely carding through your hair. you don’t say anything, just staring up at him like he’s a god of some sort.

“what’s up? talk to me. did i do something?” he looks down at you, a sympathetic look in his eyes mixed with that damn smirk of his.

“tias,” is all you can manage to get out, your voice barely a whisper.

“yeah?” his voice suddenly going quieter than normal. this is rare, and it worries you.

“would you be mad at me if i asked you to kiss me?” you ask, suddenly feeling bold and vulnerable with your loneliness in the moonlight.

“of course i wouldn’t; am i ever mad when you ask?” he replies, cocking an eyebrow at you. and he was right. you two had made out countless times before, always in private, never escalating past light groping, always leaving you both high and dry, but too scared to ask for more. even at your big ages, you were still stuck in this routine, always running back to each other when the girl mattias tried to fly out bailed on him or the guy you met at the bar ended up giving you a weird vibe. it was normal in some way. like, of course best friends kiss each other. why wouldn’t they?

“you don’t get it, i don’t think,” you dare, the alcohol in your system giving you a strange boost of confidence.

his hands loosen around your head, ever so slowly moving down your neck, over your shoulders, and to that damned spot on your chest. your body reacts to his touch, suddenly hyper-aware of just how cold you are on the beach in nothing but a bathing suit.

“no, i think i do. let me know if i’m reading this wrong, but i think i get it,” he responds.

you adjust yourself between his legs, your head now laying on his upper thigh. you feel the strong muscles tighten underneath you, causing a chill to run down your spine. looking up at him, your eyes soften, and he leans down again, feeling his breath on your face. the scent of mango white claw still lingers, only slightly less prominent now. you squirm slightly at the feeling of him so close.

“tell me what you want,” he speaks, low and gravelly. the feeling of it in your eardrums sends a pang straight to your core.

“what do you think i want?” you tease, wondering if he truly has caught on, or if he’s telling you want you want to hear.

“you want me to fuck you, don’t you?” his words catch you off guard, even though he said exactly what you were hoping for. “you don’t think i haven't felt you squirming in my lap all night? i’m not that dumb, baby.” his voice is barely audible at this point, just enough to get his point across.

all you can do is stare up at him, suddenly unable to form a complete thought, putty in his lap. your breathing grows heavier, and he can’t help but notice.

“so, what’ll it be?”

“please, ti.”

he pulls you up into his lap and you straddle him, finding your place settled directly above the bulge in his since-dried board shorts. his hands immediately find their place along your sides, gliding gently up and down from your ribcage to your hips. his fingers linger slightly over the string of your bikini, toying with it, not daring to remove it. he leans down, connecting your lips from where they were parted dumbfoundedly in front of him, as if you had never been in that position with him before. you had, but this was different.

he moves slowly, as if wanting to take his time with you, not knowing whether or not this would be the first or the only time he would have his way with you. you open your mouth once again, a moan escaping your lips. he takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth, licking up into you with desperation. the roll of your hips against him elicits a loud groan from him, now, and you decide that if that was the last thing you ever heard, you would die a happy woman. you can feel his shorts growing tighter underneath your lap, causing you to roll your hips again, slower than the first time. another groan escapes his lips, causing you to stop and look him in the eyes, your hands holding his face tenderly.

“what are you so fucking loud for?” you tease, knowing that the sounds he’s making are turning you on even more, as evident by the wet spot growing on his shorts.

“sorry, i’ve just been thinking about this moment since we were 16. you don’t know how hard its been to keep my cool around you, y/n. i’ve been so good, so patient. i can’t think of anything i’ve ever wanted more than this,” he says, panting slowly, trying to control his breathing. he seems as if a huge weight has been lifted off of his chest.

you hold back the tears threatening to spill over your waterline. you feel the exact same way, just unsure of how to express it. all you can do is plant a delicate kiss to his lips, letting the moment speak for itself. his hands find that spot of your bikini top, finger rubbing lightly on the freshly tanned skin there.

“may i, please?” he almost begs, toying with the strap of the thin top, a look of desperation looking up at you with big hazel eyes.

“of course,” you whisper, a kiss planted to the tip of his nose.

long, slender fingers make their way down your shoulders to the front of your chest, as he hooks the strap around his fingers, pulling slightly. a gasp escapes his lips as your full chest is exposed, the harsh chill immediately giving you goosebumps, you reaching back to unclasp and remove the rest of it. he sees the way your body reacts to the cold, and he takes your right breast in his large hand, enveloping it in his grasp, and you immediately feel warmer. he kisses you again, more passionate than the last, massaging the flesh in his hand, deft fingers keeping rhythm against your skin.

he leans back, taking you with him, now fully laying on top of him on the sandy blanket. his hands trail to your ass, the lack of his hand on your chest not too significant due to the lack of space between your bodies now.

the kiss never breaks, your hips rolling deep into him, the feeling of his hardness underneath you growing almost unbearable.

“ti, i need you to touch me please,” you sigh, pulling away.

all he can do is look up at you, his face slack as he furiously nods his head.

his hand trails down your ass, following the hem of your bikini bottoms, his fingers tracing the fabric down to your core. he moves the fabric to the side, sliding his fingers through your folds with a loud gasp.

“oh my god, so fucking wet,” he groans into your shoulder, you kissing up and down his neck, nibbling just below his ear.

“just for you, only you,” you whisper in his ear, causing his hips to buck up at you. “slow down,” you warn, not wanting to waste this moment.

he begins rubbing down on your clit, and now it’s your turn to moan. he glides his middle finger through your wetness a few more times before slowly teasing your entrance with the pad of his finger. you let out a whimper, signaling that he can go ahead. he slides his finger into your cunt, and you immediately feel the stretch of his thick digit.

“can you take another, baby?” he asks, not necessarily waiting for permission before adding a second finger. the stretch was almost unbearable, and he could feel you react to it so viscerally while he scissored his fingers slowly in and out.

“just wait till you take my cock,” he growls, his confidence suddenly taking over.

“now, please,” you whine, desperate for what you’d dreamt about since you were a horny teenager fantasizing about his length in math class.

“what happened to patience, baby?” he questioned, fingers never losing pace in your cunt. “i wanna taste you; are you gonna let me do that, huh?”

all you could seem to muster out was a weak “mhm”; his fingers already overwhelming you.

he removes his fingers, eliciting a wince from you. turning you over in his arms, he begins kissing your face, barely avoiding your lips, down your chin, to your neck, stopping right by your ear.

“i know baby, i know, i’m gonna take such good care of you, don’t you worry, baby,” his voice almost primitive.

he returns to his path down your neck, leaving marks that you’re sure your friends will see in the morning. he takes his time, agonizingly slow, and you wonder how he hasn’t come in his shorts yet with how patient he’s being. he gets to your chest, placing chaste kisses across it, until he reaches your left breast. he takes your nipple in his mouth, rolling his tongue, causing you to arch up into him. he doesn’t say anything, simply opting to hum into your skin, the sensation driving you crazy. he comes off with a pop, his hand quickly replacing his mouth as he makes his way over to the other side.

you run your fingers through his hair, the hair that he has yet to ruin with his midsummer chop. you twist the longer locks between your fingers, needing some sort of stimulation. your hands trail down his back, tugging at the collar of his t-shirt, wondering why it’s even still on in the first place, suddenly feeling overexposed.

“take this off, now,” you demand, your voice sounding stricter than you intended. he stops, leaning up on his knees to look down at the beautiful sight below him.

“yes, ma’am,” he groans, drawing out each word. if he hadn’t had you pinned down beneath him, you probably would arched up into him. he reaches behind him, yanking the top over his head in one fell swoop, exposing his soft, tan chest, the few hairs left at the top near the base of his neck curling up neatly.

“stop starin’, baby,” he teases, knowing exactly what you’re thinking, although both of you refuse to acknowledge it; something to tease him about at a different time.

he leans back down towards you, placing a soft kiss to your lips, eliciting a giggle from you, which makes him pull back, that signature goofy grin of his plastered across his face.

“you ready?” he asks, making sure you two are on the same page, although he knows he doesn't have to ask.

a soft “please” escapes your lips, reverberating off of his own, and he begins making his way down your body, starting with your neck, softly nibbling at the skin there. he trails down your shoulder, kissing the newly-formed freckles that have appeared from the past few days of sunshine, then, obviously stopping to spend a quick second alone with your tits. from there he makes it to your stomach, causing your breath to hitch sharply. he pulls back, quickly placing another peck to your lips, as if to say “it's okay”.

he regains his place at your navel, using his hands to pry your legs apart for him. despite your sudden shyness, you oblige immediately, and he lets out a guttural groan at the view of the wet spot prominently featured on your bikini bottoms.

“i need these off, now,” he demands, this time, tugging at the strings of your bikini, undoing the ties on your hips, patting the flesh of your hip to lift up for him. you oblige, and your bottoms are joined with your top in the sand.

mattias ducks back down, face fully aligned with your cunt. his finger once again finds its place between your folds, not quite doing anything, but rather scoping out just how wet you truly are. another groan escapes him, mixing with the moan that escapes you, harmonizing together into what you could only describe as a masterpiece. his groan echoes off of you, feeling the warm breath of him.

you look down at him, and he looks up to meet your eyes. while never breaking eye contact, he allows a string of spit to fall down his tongue and into your folds, making your legs twitch, embarrassingly though, because his tongue had yet to make contact.

you think he’s about to touch you again, when you suddenly feel the cooling sensation of his mouth on you, catching you off guard. his tongue circles your clit, much like how he had your nipple in his mouth earlier, causing you to arch your back into his face, the feeling of just 3 days worth of stubble stinging your thighs. he wraps his arms around your upper thighs, holding you in place.

“gotta be still baby; taste so fucking good. i love this pussy,” he coos, his warm breath once again driving you mad.

you giggle, not out of malice, but because you often found yourself alone at night, imagining him saying similar things to you, your own hand never seeming to do the trick. you wonder if he’s ever done the same, even though you’re pretty sure you know the answer.

you thought your reaction would’ve deterred him, but shockingly, it only seemed to motivate him more, picking up his speed, practically making out with your core. his nose, long and slender, hits your clit, sending shockwaves through you, your legs growing shakier with each kitten lick.

“mattias, i’m close,” your words croak out; you can barely think straight.

“you’re doin’ so good for me,” he pants, trying to stifle the moans that dare to escape his lips. “you got it, baby, so fuckin’ good.”

his words, mixed with his motions, are enough to send you over the edge. he continues his movements with his tongue on your clit, electing to tease your hole with his finger. the sensation is too much, and you try your best to keep your screams in, knowing that your entire friend group is a mere yards away, likely sleeping off their hangovers that were bound to appear.

you come, then, your legs shaking in his arms as he continues to lick through your orgasm. as your breathing becomes sporadic and heavy, he peels off, running his hands down the sides of your body to calm you down — and warm you up.

your shaking doesn’t stop, and you’re almost certain its due to the fact that the temperatures have dropped since you and him became preoccupied, but there’s no point in going inside now.

“how you feelin’, baby?” he asks, spooning you against his chest as you lay on the blanket. “you’re shivering. do you wanna go inside? we can finish this in my room, if you want,” he continues, stroking your arms tenderly in his grip.

“need you inside me, now,” you mewl, not fully able to find your words. you were gonna finish what you started.

“you sure?” he whispers, and you can feel his heart beating faster — and his shorts growing tighter — behind your back.

“tias, i can feel you. you want this as bad as i do,” you half-argue back.

“i don’t have a condom or anything; are you sure it’s fine?” he implores.

“oh my god, mattias, please just fuck me already,” you whine, begging him for more.

and with that, he’s rolling you over, pinning you to the sheet, the warmth of his body caging you in.

he begins kissing you again, his movements slow and soft, savoring the moment, all while simultaneously thrusting down onto you, trying to get some kind of friction going. you reach down between your bodies, untying the strings of the bright red shorts he’s wearing. you fidget with the waistband, and he lets out another groan.

“go for it,” he confirms, panting into your ear, and you tug them down just enough for his cock to bob free. he shuffles them off, discarding them with the previous pile of clothes, and you look down between you two. he was right, it was big. you begin calculating in your head how he was going to make it work, suddenly growing desperate to find out.

“told you,” he says, with that stupid smirk back on his face. you let out an exasperated laugh, catching his chains in between your teeth. it’s his turn to laugh now.

he pumps himself a few times, although he definitely didn't need to, adjusting himself in order to line himself up with your entrance. he glides his cock through your folds, and you arch up into him. he uses that opportunity to grab onto your back, keeping you flush with his body again.

he finally pushes in, and the stretch of him is almost mindnumbing.

“holy shit,” is all you can muster, as he bottoms out and readjusts himself to get the right angle. he begins slowly rocking in and out, not quite fully pushing all the way back in, and you can tell that he thinks you can’t take it.

you moan his name, signalling for him to pick up speed. the sounds of your bodies mixing together are most definitely echoing through the air, and you hope and pray that none of your neighbors have decided to go for an early morning jog.

he finds his rhythm, picking up your left leg and hooking it over his hip. this angle is heavenly, and you can tell it feels good for him, too, because another throaty groan escapes his lips.

“so tight, holy fuck. you like that, baby?,” he asks, planting kisses across your chest and neck, leaving plenty of marks in his wake.

“yes, oh my god, ti,” you squeak, the feeling of his thrusts interrupting your ability to speak in full sentences.

you can feel him getting closer, judging by the way his cock twitches inside you.

“where do you want me, sweetheart?” he asks, and you know exactly what he means.

“anywhere. just not in,” you reply, your paranoia suddenly taking over.

he complies, pulling out. the loss of contact makes you wince, but he leans back on his heels, jerking himself off over you. your hand reaches down between your thighs, rubbing your own clit, until he swats it away, replacing it with his own free hand. the image of the large, muscular body in front of you, doing what he’s doing, is enough to send you to your second orgasm of the night. you come, quickly, nothing but smalls gasps escaping your lips. this is enough for him, and he spills, painting your chest with his seed.

you can’t help but grab for your own breast, lightly rubbing it into your skin. mattias is still straddling you, his own breathing trying to recover.

“i wish i could take a picture right now,” he says. “this is the hottest thing i’ve seen in my life. you’re so perfect, oh my god.” he’s panting.

“why don’t you?” you ask, motioning toward his long-abandoned phone on the blanket next to you both. his eyes grow wide, as if he was certain that he had misheard you, until you quip, “seriously, go for it. something to think about on your roadies. consider it a gift,” you tease, and he scrambles to grab his phone. he turns it on, the time now reading 4:38 am. the sun is just barely starting to peak over the water, the sky now a pale purple, like something out of a national geographic magazine.

he swipes to the camera app, lining you up in the frame, your come-covered tits prominately centered in the middle, the breaking of dawn just barely visible behind you. you hear the camera click, and you let out an exasperated giggle. leaning up, you wrap your hands around his neck, and he pulls you close.

“it’s fucking freezing out here,” you complain, your shivering suddenly returning to your body.

“i know, i hid your sweatshirt under the blanket about 2 hours ago,” mattias reveals, and you smack him lightly on the back of the head. he reaches over, lifting up the corner of the sheet, revealing the old sweatshirt, shaking the sand out of it. he uses the old sheet to clean you up quickly, then helps you place the sweatshirt on, planting a sweet kiss to your lips as your head pops out the top.

“we should definitely head in now,” you say, standing up from your place in his lap. reaching for your bikini bottoms and loosely retying them to your hips, you then throw his shorts and shirt playfully against his chest, and he quickly and haphazardly put them back on. he continues to hold on to your top, and he grabs your hand as you make your way back up the dune, up to his house that is all too quiet now.

you walk through the gate, pausing at the sliding glass door, turning to face him.

“we should talk about this, later,” you say, scared of what he might say next. he looks down at you, his height suddenly overwhelming you.

“later is good, yeah. let’s just savor it for now, okay?” he suggests, and you wonder if he truly means it. your friends would surely catch on, and you have no clue how to go about that awkward conversation, even though, unbeknownst to the both of you, the group had been placing bets for years now about how long it would take for you two to break. anna was about to be $1,000 richer.

with that, you two quietly open the sliding glass door, both cringing slightly at the chime of the alarm system that notifies when doors are opened and closed. he leads you up the stairs, daring to not make any extra noise, when he stops at his bedroom door, your shared guest room that housed the 3 other sleeping girls just 2 doors down.

“stay with me, please?” he begs, and his eyes soften. he reaches up to rub his left eye with his finger, a nervous tic of his that never goes unnoticed from you.

“of course,” you whisper, and you let him lead you through to his room.

you make your way to his bed, grabbing a pair of his sweatpants that had been thrown lazily on the floor, replacing your bikini bottoms with them, the small article joining the pile next to you. he climbs up onto the bed with you, a fresh pair of boxer briefs now on his body. he pulls you close, taking in the scent of your hair — the salt of the ocean, now mixed with his cologne — and he lets out what sounds like the largest sigh of relief of his life.

you once again feel his heartbeat against your chest, this time, the steadiness, mixed with his rhythmic breathing, lulls you into sleep.

this wasn’t the first time you two had shared a bed, but it was different, this time. as you drift off, you hoped that it wouldn’t be the last time you fell asleep with him holding you like this.

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Chapter 16: Those Three Words

prof!Steven Grant-Jake Lockley-Marc Spector X f!Reader

Edited by: @whatthefishh

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Chapter Summary

You and Steven finally get some one on one time together. There's an unexpected visitor before the night is through.

Tags/Summary (these are for the ENTIRE fic):

college AU, no powers/not in MCU/no Khonshu (as a deity), talk of mental illness, Marc has DID, forbidden relationship, age gap, reader is 21y/o, Boys are 38y/o, reader attends college in America but isn't necessarily American, smut, sex, masturbation, p in v, creampies galore, reader is on birth control, dubious consent due to identity issues, ANGST, romance, fluff and smut, oral sex, falling in love, reader is not race coded, minor mentions of alcohol addiction and depression.

Word Count: 3.2k

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You knocked on the door to Steven’s flat, stomach buzzing with excitement and anxiousness. You exhaled sharply, fidgeting with your fingers while you waited. You heard him on the other side, shouting that he’d ‘be right there’. You heard a crash and the sound of furniture scraping against the wood floor. Did he break something? After hearing the several locks come undone on the other side of the door, you were greeted by your dear Steven, looking just as disheveled as ever, with a dopey smile to match.

“Steven,” you smiled, feeling a lightness in your heart, “Steven…”

“Darling…”

Steven had never been rough with you, but he pulled you against himself as though you were his lifeline, harshly and desperately. His lips melted into yours, noisily as ever, moans rumbling up through his chest and into your mouth. You brought both your hands into his curls savoring the way they felt between your fingers. You sucked on his bottom lip gently, letting it snap back against his teeth.

“Oh I missed you love, I missed you so much,” he said before lifting you and walking you to the bed.

He didn’t want to waste any time being with you, he’d already wasted so much. He dropped you onto the bed, climbing over you, his mouth finding yours again quickly.

“I missed you too, so fucking much,” you breathed, going back for more messy, wet kisses.

“I’m so sorry,” he said, hovering with his lips just above yours. “I’m so,” kiss, “so,” another kiss, “so sorry.”

You grabbed his cheeks between your hands, “don’t ever leave me again Steven or I swear–”

“Never,” he latched his mouth over your neck hungrily, “I’ll never do anything to hurt you again love, I promise.”

You moaned while Steven lapped at your neck, grabbing onto the hem of his shirt and pulling it upward. He broke his mouth off your skin just long enough to get his shirt over his head before going back to latch his needy lips onto your throat.

Steven wanted to taste every inch of your body, devouring you slowly so he’d never forget what it felt like to have you. He’d missed you more than he could say with words. He had to show you, he had to feel you again. He peeled your shirt off, eyes going wide at the sight of your chest. He’d seen it before, of course, but being with you like this again was just as exciting as the first time, as he suspected it would be every time. He put his face down between your tits, groaning as he did and reaching behind your back to get your bra undone.

“God you smell so good darling, smell so…ah–mm.”

He pulled your bra off and immediately cupped your left breast, sucking your nipple in between his teeth and flicking it with his tongue. You bit your lip, stifling the moan that threatened to escape. Steven noticed right away and shot his eyes up at you in a daring glare.

“Don’t do that, let me hear your pretty voice love, been too long…”

He moved over to your other breast, focusing on the hardened peak there, pinching the one he’d just abandoned between his thumb and forefinger. You moaned loudly for him, just like he’d asked, and you felt his entire body respond to your sounds. He trembled, a groan coming out of him in a shuddering breath against your skin. You felt his hips roll forward, mouth open against your tit while he moaned, drooling down the sides.

“F-fuck, Steven.”

He peppered you with kisses, trailing from your chest, down over your tummy and stopping right above your skirt.

“Wore this just f’me didn’t you darling?” He pushed the garment up roughly, “you know just what I like, and these little panties…mm,” you heard him make a sound resembling a low growl.

He ran his finger over the thin fabric separating your cunt from his face. He couldn’t believe how wet and eager you were already. There were many things he missed about you, and this was one of them. He pressed his face against your mound, inhaling deeply and then sighing a satisfied exhale.

“S-Steven a-are you…”

He looked at you over your bunched up skirt, “I can’t help it love, call me a freak if you want but…can’t help it.”

He went back in, inhaling again and using his teeth to tease you through the lacy panties covering your beautiful little pussy lips. He missed your taste, sweeter than honey, your smell, more fragrant than the prettiest flowers. Steven put a hand underneath both of your knees and pushed your legs back against your torso, holding them in place with his arm. He then hooked a finger in your underwear and pulled them over your thighs, letting them rest there.

“Missed you too, pretty little thing,” he said to your pussy as though it were a different entity entirely.

He licked a stripe between the lips, gulping as he collected a glob of your slick arousal in his mouth. He exhaled like he’d just had a cool drink of water. He brought his mouth back over your nub, suckling it between his lips and flicking his tongue out, forcing a sharp gasp from your mouth. Steven’s arm pressed more firmly against the backs of your trembling thighs, keeping you folded in half and exposed for him. Both of your hands dropped to the sheets, balling them up in your hands while he slurped over your mound.

“Oh god, Steven, y-yes!”

Steven brought a finger to your entrance, swirling around the hole but not pushing through. He worked over you until his index was coated, bringing the tip of his finger to the tight rim of your lesser used hole. You bit your lip, knowing what he was thinking. He slid his finger into you slowly, made easier by the slick that had trickled down there. You gasped as he moved in further. You could feel the bastard smiling against your folds.

“Steven, oh fuck-oh-god-fuck.”

He started pumping his finger into you faster, enjoying the whimpers falling from your lips. He moved his tongue masterfully over your clit, paying close attention to what made you squirm the most. Your body shook, he loved the way you were so sensitive and responsive to everything he did to you. Your hole clenched around his finger, your thighs tensed under his arm as he kept them in place.

He dragged his tongue through your slit again, slurping up what mess had accumulated there before going back to work on your clit. You felt the unmistakable tingling heat pooling in your core, the overwhelming sensations sending you over the edge faster than ever before. You bit your lip, huffing loudly through your nose.

Steven could feel the way your hole cut the circulation off in his finger when you came. Your cunt throbbed, coating his chin in even more slick arousal than before. He moaned into your pussy, feeling his cock starting to twitch in his pants. Shit, he thought, feeling the cum shooting into his boxer-briefs. His breathing was ragged and wrecked as he bucked his hips forward, embracing the orgasm that he’d tried to put off.

Something about making you come made him feel so good he couldn’t help it. He fed his own moans into your mound, breathing deeply and gliding his clothed cock over the mattress through his climax. Nothing felt as exciting as getting you off, not to Steven anyway.

“Damnit,” he muttered, once you were both finished.

He sat up, letting your shaking legs fall down to the mattress. You smirked and looked at him, recognizing the sated gaze he gave you in return. You looked down and noticed the dark spot on his pants immediately, giggling loudly. You toed off your panties, which still sat around your knees.

“Come here,” you said, holding out your arms to him, and he complied, crawling up to lay on the pillows next to you.

Steven put his toned arms around your torso, pulling your bare chests together in a tight embrace. He kissed your nose before slotting his lips over yours, still tasting like your arousal mixed with his own signature flavor. You could’ve stayed like that forever, wrapped in each other’s arms without a care in the world.

“Steven…” you said, looking up at him longingly.

“Yes darling?” He said, looking at you with that deep hooded gaze that made your toes curl.

“I love you,” you said softly, brushing a curl from where it’d fallen into his eyes.

Steven’s heart stopped beating in his chest. His mouth fell open and he just stared at you. His mind was buzzing, not only with his thoughts, but Jake and Marc were there too. They weren’t supposed to be, they’d said they would give Steven his time, but you saying those words had sparked something in their head.

“Y-you…sorry what?”

“She said she loves you pendejo, say it back!”

“You too!” Steven shouted in a panic. You jumped, resulting in both of you giggling foolishly. “I’m sorry, Jake was…he was yellin’ at me and it took me off guard.” You both sighed while your laughter settled. Steven cupped your cheek, looking affectionately into your eyes, “I love you too.”

You kissed him deeper, fumbling with the buttons of his trousers while you did. It was easy to let go of all the things he’d done and said go when you were there with him. You loved the way he felt about you, as though it spilled out of his body with every sweet word and permeated the air around you. Steven truly did love you. Despite his mistakes, despite the break up, and despite everything else, he loved you.

“You know we still have to tell her about Egypt, hermano.”

Steven ignored Jake, not wanting to ruin this reunion with more nonsense. He would tell you later when he had the chance. Your hands worked to unbutton his pants and get them pulled down. He did the rest of the work, sliding the cum soiled clothing off his legs and tossing it aside.

You felt Steven’s softened cock with your hand, brushing your fingertips against his balls and holding the other bits in your palm. Even when he wasn’t aroused, his member felt heavy and large in your hand. Steven brought his hand between the two of you moving your hand out of the way and jerking his palm around his flaccid dick.

“Kiss me, love,” he urged, as though you hadn’t been doing that all along.

You got more passionate, moaning into the kiss and tangling your fingers in his hair. You made a point of rubbing your hard nipples against his chest and rolling your hips against where his fist was at work, trying to bring his cock back to life. He whined into you, muttering ‘that’s it, yes, keep going’, on repeat. You felt him getting harder, the fat tip once again hungry and searching for your cunt to plunge into.

Steven was shaking with excitement again, staying parallel to you as he lifted your leg and shifted his hips to guide his member to your impossibly slick entrance. His lips never left yours as he slipped inside, choking on his moans as he felt your walls flutter around him in response. He started thrusting, enjoying the softness of your voice as you whined into every kiss.

“Jake did such a good job stretchin’ you out for us, didn't he love? Doesn’t hurt like it did before, does it?” Steven’s mouth trailed over your jaw and down to your neck. “Still s-so tight though.”

You reached your hand to Steven’s which was still wrapped around the other side of your leg, keeping it pulled up so he could fuck into you harder. You laced your fingers with his, to which you felt him smile against your lips. Nothing had ever felt as right to you as having Steven in your arms.

Steven hadn’t forgotten how good it felt to be inside of you, but he sure did miss how good it felt. Your tight little cunt took him so well, just like it had the first time he felt it. He felt your hand in his and cherished the way his whole body felt alive with you embracing him. Now that he had you back, he wasn’t going to let anything change that. He damned himself for ever pushing you away in the first place. He didn’t care if he had to quit his job as your professor, he was never walking away from you again.

“Oh my g-god Steven!” You cried out as his teeth made contact with your neck, sucking the skin through his lips and biting down gently.

“Missed those pretty sounds you make t-too, missed-all-of-it.”

He punctuated each word with a thrust, his movements getting more desperate and ragged with every pass. Your fingers dug into his skin resulting in a moaning gasp from his lips. Steven, always so messy, started drooling down your neck and chest while he mouthed at your body. He was whimpering so loudly you could hardly hear your own sounds over his.

“That’s it love, that’s it. You’re-so-fuckin’-wet-I–!” He grunted, “oh…you hear that?” He slowed down, sliding back until he was about to fall out and then moved forward again slowly until he was flush against your hips. “Such a soaking wet mess, all f’me darling.”

He sped up again, pumping into you at an unforgiving pace. You cried out, voice wavering with every slam of his hips against yours. You held onto him tightly while he jackhammered forward, huffing into your ear as he did. You felt a shift in his body, and he pushed you onto your back, positioning himself between your legs hurriedly. He hunched forward, angling himself so he could get deeper, bottoming out inside of you.

Steven was mesmerized, watching your tits bounce with every forward snap of his hips. He leaned down, never slowing his pace, taking one of your peaked breasts in his mouth. You gasped at the new sensation, arching your chest and holding the back of his head in place over you. He smacked his lips over your nipple, nibbling with his teeth gently. His free hand worked its way to your hip, grabbing tightly to keep you in place.

“S-Steven I–! Oh shit!”

You came again right then, walls contracting around every inch of his cock while he fucked you through it. You felt him too, spilling his hot spend into you, breathing noisily as he did. He squeezed your body so tight you thought you might break while his length throbbed inside of you, stretching you wider with every shot of warmth it had. You both felt empty and weak when you were done, collapsing on the bed next to each other heavily.

“That was…oh god love that was…”

“Amazing,” you said softly, finishing his sentence.

“Yeah.”

You both laid there for several moments before a loud grumble erupted from your stomach. You hadn’t eaten properly all day, nerves making it nearly impossible for you to find anything appetizing. Steven chuckled when he heard it.

“I hear you tummy,” he laughed, leaning over and kissing just above your navel, “don’t worry, I’ll take care of you too.”

“You’re a dork,” you couldn’t help but laugh as well, kissing the top of his head.

“I’ll go get takeout. You just stay put, alright?” He tapped your nose.

You nodded with the dumbest smile on your face. Steven kissed your lips softly once more before hopping off the bed, dressing himself quickly and leaving the apartment to get some food for your grumbling stomach. You sighed and fell back onto the bed, smiling stupidly to yourself. Your mind was buzzing with excitement, thinking about Steven…but you also couldn’t help your thoughts from wandering to Jake as well. You wondered if he would ever make an appearance again, or if he would be too worried about upsetting you even further.

If you were being honest with yourself, you did want to see Jake again. You wanted to know more about the mystery man who helped bring you and Steven back together. You thought about the kiss on the park bench, the way his lips felt so desperate to stay on yours despite him pulling back from you. Your heart pounded in your chest. Was it possible to love both of them at the same time? Would Steven be alright with that? You didn’t even know how to begin navigating this whole thing.

After a few more moments, you got off the bed. You rifled through Steven’s drawers, finding a shirt to put on and sliding your underwear back over your legs. It didn’t take long for you to find something to watch on the television. Steven had the history channel still up and you knew it would probably be a good idea for you to try and absorb some of it, considering your attendance had been spotty at best.

In an hour he returned, you heard the paper bag rustling as he walked to the kitchen, dropping the meal on the table. You smiled, excitement fluttering through your body at the thought of food…and seeing Steven again. You felt so silly, being so smitten like that, but you couldn’t help it. There was a reason you went back to Steven, and why you’d never walk away again. You were in love with him. It was that simple, and that complicated all at once.

You walked to the kitchen and he was standing there back to.

“You gonna make me wait until I starve to death or…oh.”

You realized immediately that Steven wasn’t fronting. When he turned around, you were met with Marc’s face. It was still so remarkably like and unlike Steven’s all at once. Their facial features were the same, of course, but their expressions…they were so vastly different.

“Marc…” you said softly.

He looked you up and down, scowling and looking like he wanted to throw you out of the flat on your ass, and if he didn’t care about Jake and Steven at all, he would’ve. He didn’t know if he could say he hated you, but you were making things so, so complicated, and Marc liked to keep things safe, easy, and simple. He looked you over. Objectively speaking you were pretty. He could see why the other two liked you.

Is…is that my… he thought to himself, and he felt his breath catch in his chest. Why was that the thing that made his hardened exterior falter? It was just you…wearing his shirt…in your underwear…without a bra on. Was it cold in there?

He sighed, trying to compose himself, “is that my shirt?”

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lovelyhan · 11 months

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kwannie w a corruption is my fav thing ever … i’ll never shut up abt it >_< he just loves cute things … “that’s my cute girl” … and he goes feral when he sees u wear anything w lil flowers on it :c

01:12 — SEUNGKWAN

he's finally debuting on this blog 🤧 also heads up that i'm Well Aware that sk's bday is in january but just roll w me on this one ok?

seungkwan likes cute things.

from adorable puppies to frilly dresses; from afternoon tea parties and dainty flower arrangements—his affinity for all things cute is something a lot of people know about him, but don't really think twice about.

so when he brings you to this year's birthday dinner, no one really bats an eyelash at the way you're dressed. everyone knows seungkwan loves dolling you up. always decorating you in those cute babydoll dresses that flutter across your thighs, hair adorned with pretty flower pins, and a light sheen of makeup that makes your pouty lips all the more delectable.

god, those lips... it's already a difficult for him to let his other friends see you when you look like the epitome of adorable. but when you keep acting so shy and bashful every time someone compliments your outfit? seungkwan can hardly wait for all the formalities to end so he can get you alone in your shared hotel room again—doing things that are the furthest thing from cute.

he finally gets what he wants hours after wining and dining with his friends—with you giggling in the hallway as you drag your boyfriend into the privacy of your room.

seungkwan can't help the way his heart momentarily swells at how breathaking you look. you've only had one glass of champagne, but the alcohol has colored your cheeks a lovely shade of red—further emphasized by how your cheekbones puff out as you beam at him lovingly.

it's in times like this when he can't wrap his head around how he managed to end up with someone as otherworldly as you. but when the door to the hotel room clicks shut and you immediately spread yourself out on the queen-sized bed, all those wholesome thoughts are gone in a flash.

"i've been itching to give you your present, kwannie," you giggle as you spread your thighs, tugging the hem of your babydoll dress to reveal what you've been hiding underneath. "i think you'll really like it."

seungkwan nearly chokes on his own breath when he catches a glimpse of the white lace of your underwear. he's no stranger to seeing you in such intimate fabric—silk and lace were his favorites—but the dainty red roses embroidered on the crotch area are enough to make his brain short-circuit.

fuck. he likes cute things—adores them way too much. but you in particular love to drive him just a little more insane with each passing day.

"what a pretty baby," he groans, letting himself join you on the mattress as he helps you out of your dress. when he sees the same embroidery patterns stitched across the matching bra, he hisses between his teeth. "all this for me?"

"you deserve it," you purr, guiding one of his big hands to cup your throbbing heat through your panties. "happy birthday."

with the last threads of his self-control finally snapping, seungkwan lunges for your sweet lips—tasting the peach lip gloss on his tongue as he pries your mouth open. you let out a quiet whine that he swallows with another kiss, pushing your underwear to the side so he can glide his lithe fingers along your wet slit.

"you're drenched, sweetheart," he notes with a laugh that has you pouting against his lips.

seungkwan brushes his fingertips along your entrance, gathering enough slick before spreading it across your puffy clit. your reaction is most adorable—a buck of your hips and another whine reverberating in your chest.

"kwannie," you whimper, hooking one of your legs around his waist to bring him closer. "i've been wet all night. wanted you to come unwrap your present while we were at dinner."

"dirty girl. you wanted me to take you in front of all my friends? is that it?" your boyfriend gives your pussy a playful but firm slap, making you jolt on top of the mattress as another rush of slick trickles out of your needy hole.

"uh-huh," you babble, grinding your cunt against his hand with parted lips. "want them to know i'm yours."

gods above. he only has so much self-control.

while others might've completely caved and stuck their dicks inside of their adorable girlfriends, seungkwan likes seeing you fall apart on his fingers first before he fucks you dumb with his cock.

you're always so receptive when he preps you like this. whining so cutely when he rubs your clit with just the right pressure. the way you frame the his name around such a pretty moan as he pumps his long fingers into sopping cunt is all the incentive he needs before feeling your walls clamp down on his length.

"f-fuck," seungkwan stutters—thighs clapping against your ass with each forward thrust. the sight of you still wearing the dainty lace set as he takes you from behind makes him feel just a little more feral. "that's my cute girl. taking me like i'm made for you."

the squelch of your pussy is the most obscene sound he's heard all day and your boyfriend decides he wants more of it. seungkwan amps up the cadence of his strokes as he presses your head down on the mattress. but as much as he wants to pull your hair to keep you in place, he wants to spare those pretty flower pins even more.

"baby's the prettiest little thing in the world," he whispers raspily in your ear, one of his palms groping your breasts as he continues hitting it from behind. "you'll let me finish inside you, right? then you'll keep these cute panties on so my cum won't go to waste."

the mere mention of being filled has you clenching even tighter around him—desperate moans echoing across the four corners of your hotel room.

"need it, seungkwan," you nearly sob into the sheets—reaching between your thighs to find your clit before timing your rubbing with your lover's movements. "need you to stuff me full of cum so badly."

who is he to deny his pretty girl such a desperate request?

your boyfriend's hot cum surges into your cunt in thick globs, dragging a long-winded moan out of your lips as the sensation of being filled pushes you over the edge.

seungkwan inhales sharply when he feels you milk him for each drop of his release. but no matter how overstimulated the both of you are, he continues to fuck his cum into your sloppy pussy. as if to make sure it'll take you days to sweat him out.

when his vigor has all been spent, seungkwan slips out of your hole carefully—so quick to pull your delicate lace panties back in place before tugging the fabric against your ruined pussy. the material catches across your sensitive clit, making you moan out on instinct.

your boyfriend quietly observes the way his cum is starting to stain the pure white lace before his eyes flicker to your fucked out face. still panting and squirming like you want more even though he's already given you so much.

but hey, he's nothing if not a fool for his adorable baby.

⟢ end notes: Obviously i got carried away with writing this 🦧 but that is ok bc everyone deserves to be headass for corruption kink seungkwan 🥰🥰 thank you for sending this in, mika my love so sweet <3 i enjoyed experimenting w kwannie more than i thought i would !

#seventeen smut #seventeen fanfic #seungkwan smut #svthub #📝 drabble #💭 request #💘 mika #lovelyhan

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sugurusbbg · 5 months

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“I still remember 3rd of december, me in your sweater” itadori x reader

Info : you n yuuji are best friends. You are lovesick and want a relationship and sulk at all the couples you see. Read out to find out the rest… :)

You lie in bed while scrolling through instagram. You like the photos posted by a cute couple in matching clothes. You tear up at the sight and then open tiktok up.

You expected to see loads of relationship tiktoks however… you end up seeing SINGLE relatable videos. Of course tiktok HAS to make you feel a need and want for love.

Your heart had a desire. A desire for a long and meaningful relationship. Every sight of love made you vomit. You wanted it more than anything in the world. You would always tell your best friend yuuji about your hatred towards couples. But everytime you did he would always have some sort of disappointed or displeased look.

It was the day before heather day ( 3rd of December where a loved one would give you their sweater ) you obviously knew you would have a breakdown on that day so you and yuuji decided to have a sleepover on the 2nd to make you happy.

You packed your bag excitedly to arrive at your best friends house. After packing very little you made your way out the door. You knew itadori would offer you some of his clothes and stuff so you didn’t really bring alot. Only necessary stuff.

You close the door to your house and look at the road to see yuuji. He rolled the window down in the passenger side and told you to quickly get in. It was snowing outside so it was really cold.

You opened the door to yuuji scar and welcomed him with a bright warm smile. Closing the door you look at him for a couple seconds and he smiled to himself before saying.

“You look really pretty right now. I love your hair. It suits you.”

“Oh thank you yuuji! I guess i did it just for you.” You giggle.

However yuuji didn’t take it as a sign of a joke. In fact he blushed at the thought of you styling your hair as it is just for him to look at.

The journey to yuujis house wasn’t long so when you arrived you and yuuji hurriedly went up the stairs. As always the bed was really comfy with sk many pillows and blankets on. On the table beside his bed was your favourite snacks and your favourite drink.

It was 9:41pm and you guys were getting ready to sleep. You ravage through itadoris closet and pull out one of his shirts. You brang your own shorts and thought yuujis shirt would look big on you so you decided to use one of his oversized shirts.

After putting on the shirt you see itadori walk into the room closing the door behind. He brings in a massive bag. He hugged it against his chest so you don’t know what it is. He places it on the window sill after closing the curtains.

“What’s that yuuji?” You question.

“Oh it’s nothing important, you can see what it is tomorrow don’t worry.” He smiled to himself while a tint off pink flushed onto his cheeks”.

“In the morning?” You look up at him.

“Sure, but I’ll give it you. Alright?”

“Yeah! Okay!.” You smile up at him.

“It’s time for bed now. I’ll see you tomorrow morning.”

“Mhm!” You say while sleeping on the bed beside his.

The sun shined onto your resting face as you start to open your eyes. You find yuuji sat on his bed staring at you until he looks away quickly noticing your sudden movement.

“Goodmorning yuuji.” You manage to say.

“Goodmorning to you too.” He says with happiness.

“It’s time for you to go now I have to help out at a shop I volunteered. I’m sorry I hope you don’t mind.”

“Oh of course I don’t mind!” You say waving your hands at him.

You and yuuji manage to change into your regular outside clothes and your ready to go out to the car.

You and yuuji make your way outside and he holds the bag he had yesterday. You peek into it then look up at him.

He nods at you and gives it to you.

“Can I open it?”

“Oh uh yeah you can.” He says with his hand resting on the back of his neck.

You begin to open the gift bag when you mentally scream inside. You look up at yuuji and you can’t tell if the cold was making his nose blush up or his emotions.

Inside was a sweater a letter with hearts on it and some flower petals inside. You take the sweater out and hug it. You have tears in your eyes. As soon as a plushie drops out the sweater you were for sure your tears fell down onto your cheek. Yuuji picks the plushie up and grabs hold of the sweater and puts it back inside the bag.

You try to wipe your tears but then for a sudden moment. Where everything around you stopped. Yuujis hand was now on your check. His thumb wiping your tears on your eyes.

“Listen I know you have always wanted to be in a relationship and stuff. You would always come up to me speaking out your jealousy of couples. I knew heather day was coming and I thought I’d give you a sweater. Maybe you could like, I don’t know. You could feel loved? Especially uhh by me.” He says with trying to avoid eye contact with you.

You grab his hand and hold onto it. The sun shined onto you and yuuji like you were under a spotlight.

You stand very close together like nothing in the world mattered but apart from what was infront of you. Yuuji itadori.

Itadori’s face comes closer to your face. And before you know it your pulled into a passionate, loving kiss. Better than anything you have ever imagined. It was your first kiss. And hopefully your last. The kiss seemed to last an eternity until you both break away.

They both stare at eachother. For a long time. After that there was silence in the car. With you hugging onto the bag.

Was the kiss really appropriate for the situation? Did it mean anything to him? What was your relationship with him gonna be like now? What now? Your head was a pile of dizziness and hope into a moment as more than friends.

You end up home waving yuuji goodbye however he is not looking at you. You then look back at him driving away with out a single word or action from him. You look shaken as to what will now happen between you and him. Will you remain friends?

The next day you earned a text from yuuji. He said he was going to come over. You then rush to get changed and you did your hair as you did the day of the sleepover.

A knock is on the door and you then hesitate to open it. Eventually you do. Then stood before you was a blushing mess. Itadori was sweating until he finally spoke up.

“Listen that kiss. It really did mean something to me. You keep complaining about all these couples about. You seem more focused on all of them that you don’t even pay attention to me. Someone that is deeply in love with you. I am in need to be in a relationship. And not just any. One with you. And only you. Every since that kiss my lips were kissing something. It was missing the taste of your lips. The shape of them. The feeling of it. I really like you okay. I love everything about you and I just thought I’d let you know.”

Your heart is touched at his words. You seem to puzzle up all the words he has just uttered out. You look up at him staring at his lips.

You put your hands on his cheek and bring his head down. You kiss him. It was warming. Passionate. You both cherished that moment. You both made eye contact.

“So what does this make us?” You question.

“I don’t know. It’s up to you if you wanna make it work.” He smiles seeing you in the sweater he gave you.

“Of course it will work.” You both smile to eachother.

AAAAAAHHHHH. THIS IS THE LONGEST IVE DONE AND OMGGGG. I FEEL SOOOO PROUD OF THIS. I SOBBING NOT GETTING A SWEATER AT ALL. I HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS! IM SRRY FOR ALL THE SPELLING 🤍🤍

#itadori fluff #itadori x reader #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #anime #3rd of december #heather conan gray #itadori x you #itadori #fluff

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way too many camp camp headcanons? why not

part four: space kid space kid space kid spac

(hes one of my favorite little guys ok have some headcanons for him)

sk bites his nails when anxious, usually after some sort of a nightmare

speaking of nightmares, he has them fairly often, because i enjoy giving characters i like a lot of angst

his favorite fast food place is mcdonalds. no matter how many times hes told that the food there is probably made of radioactive waste, he still loves the chicken nuggets there

as an adult he'll be about 5'2, maximum

did someone say angst? his parents are on the brink of divorce and due to that, inadvertantly end up neglecting him emotionally and sometimes physically (ie. forgetting to take him to school, cook meals, do laundry, etc). (sprung from him saying "minute man? mommy calls daddy that when they argue" and the scene in after hours where he says his mom told him to get used not to seeing him, because in space they won't be able to call)

space kid is in honors math, to the surprise of most.

space kid has a dog named Laika and a cat named Félicette, both of who named after the first dog and cat respectively to enter space

his uncle babysits him a lot

space kid's room is filled with

space kid has glow in the dark stars on his room, but they're just dots and organized in such a way by him that it matches up to his favorite constellations in their respective parts in the sky

sk likes the plain white ts, taylor swift, and bruno mars, probably because his mom listened to them a lot when he was younger

space kid still enjoys cars, though it was more of a brief hyperfixation. he still has a few car toys scattered around his room, though

autistic and adhd space kid. he duel wields and i project onto him

he's best friends with dolph, as they shared a tent during camp. their friendship shouldve been a thing in cc and im forever upset at how it wasnt

space kid sometimes stays up late so he can see the stars late at night

space kid doesnt take anything anyone else says to heart, mostly because hes aware at how minuscule it all really is in comparison to the infinite universe and how large it all is. when he thinks about that, the things people say to him dont matter. he focuses on the there and the now, not dwelling on the past or future, just being happy with whatever he does and focusing on that, no matter how he might look doing it

he is very dumb and gulible though. there isnt a thought in his head. his braincells are like the bouncing dvd screensaver and every time it hits the edge he has a thought

space kid has a panda stuffed animal and a polar bear stuffed animal that he calls ursa major and ursa minor

space kid has a weighted space blanket that he cant sleep without

he has an allergy to shellfish. its random but i feel he'd have it

sk felt bad for max when he was made fun of for his stuffed bear, so space kid went in his tent with his own stuffed animals and offered to play to make max feel better. max obviously declined, but the sentiment was sweet and something max didnt forget for a while.

space kid has a strong sense of unclouded morls. he sees something bad happen, he doesnt like it. however in order to have those morals, he needs to know whats going on, and its very easy to manipulate him into not seeing the truth in whats happening

sk tries to see the good in everyone, much like david

sk called gwen mom and david dad on multiple occasions. whenever he does, he gets a little glare from max. he doesnt get why

thats it i love him bye

#camp camp #headcanons #cc space kid #space kid #cc max #cc dolph #cc david #cc gwen #all mentioned #ITS THE BOY!#ITS HIM!!!!!!!

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effervescentdragon · 1 year

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S2 ep5 the fake russian series:

- its almost 3am i am in pain and idr which episode was which anymore;

- there were at least three convos that me and bff have had in rl, including the "warm. wet" one and me saying "i am quite insufferable" literally today;

- alina is sk fucking stupid;

- inej should get to punch kaz as a treat actually;

- zoya would be absolutely perfect for nikolai btw, her blind soldierish devotion to fake russia and his trying to grow up and be a proper king would match well, too bad they havent even met;

- genya has my whole heart i teared up so much about her;

- bagra took lessons from professor snape in mentoring i see;

- alina is sooooo stupid;

- welcome, crows, to vaguely saw-like panic room feom which there is no escape;

- what the FUCK was that cliffhanger??

#anyways we continue tmrw #the fake russian series #shadow and bone spoilers

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That chapter was so … JSNAJA I’m in awe !!!! And also, it’s just so heart breaking yet so beautiful yk !!! There’s that balance between happiness and sadness, A PUSH AND PULL !!! Anyway, I came here to give my analysis on chapter 4

OKAY SO we can see that from this chapter, YN and Hyunjin get along really well! If not, they get along super duper well! We can see that they get along amazingly well and actually through their conversation, it’s obvious how Hyunjin feels about the MC. You can almost feel the intimacy in your writing and that’s what’s amazing. It’s nice that we get to see and feel how Hyunjin feels in this chapter! I hope to see more of it! Tbh I do think Hyunjin does indeed feel attracted to the MC physically, and I do think he just started feeling attracted to her personality as well through that conversation. This is seen in the time wherein Hyunjin waited for the MC’s compliment for his dance video, and looked disappointed when she did not give him an honest answer. I think he was disappointed because based off of their prior conversation, he mentioned briefly that he really liked that the MC was honest with him. He was even in awe by this !!! However, I do think Hyunjin is in denial. This, I believe, is because of Hana and the fact that they are seeing each other at the moment. I think he is sort of like the MC in a sense wherein he puts a restrain upon himself. And to support my point with Hyunjin having an attraction for the mc, the way he stares at the mc when Minho talks about her “summer love” in which she can’t get over, and the way Felix acts around her, the way he is touchy with her. He stares at her both times, but this is just a hunch though because we don’t know how Hyunjin actually looked at the mc when these two things were said HELPPP SJSJAJA. But even so, my thought still stands. I still do think Hyunjin rlly does feel attracted and even “likes” the mc, but he is just in denial. Also because the mc is giving sm mixed signals like help pls JSJAJAJ, like at one moment they just go sk well together and another she is just pushing him towards Hana yk. So I guess another reason Hyunjin is holding back is because he is confused :<.

As for Hana, although it is mentioned that she can now talk about Yeonjun with ease now, I don’t think it signifies anything. She is taking the ones way too fast. To wanting to make out with him in the bathroom majority of the time they have together on the second date rather than getting to know Hyunjin. It’s obvious that she is attracted to him, but I don’t think she is interested in getting to know the TRUE him. She is almost like a fan, tbh. Like she is star struck almost. She doesn’t make the effort to get to know Hyunjin as a person, and tries to get information from the MC, which, in my opinion, is below the belt already. Even to go as far as to lie that she had already watched his dance video. Although this is to be expected, it comes to show that she isn’t interested in him as much as she thought she was. She says she really likes him but what part of him does she like? She doesn’t know anything about him at all. Her words don’t match her actions. I think she is just attracted to him physically because all she can think about is kissing him or whatever. And also, idk Hana and this “omg I want to move on”, it’s super obvious to us readers since we are seeing it from a 3rd perspective. It’s like she wants to fill the void that her ex put out. But tbh it’s more like she wants something physical and intimate rather that something just pure and lovely. And Hana, as much as I want to be understanding PLS STOL MAKING ASSUMPTIONS LIKE GURL SHUT UP LITERALLY SHUT UP SJDHJS SMH. but I do hope we get to understand her in the future chapters.

As for the MC, you can just tell that she has quiet low self esteem, or rather she is starting to. I think it’s obvious that the mc really likes Hyunjin. But he is with Hana. So the MC keeps comparing herself to Hana especially in the first part, which in my opinion is just so sad because the MC has a great personality! She is loyal, kind, smart and super artistic and talented! However she has a tendency to look down upon herself, and care about others before herself as well. This is displayed when she wanted to ask Hyunjin that question, but then asked about Hana instead. This is to be expected, but that one moment says a lot about her. I feel like the mc is scared of hurting Hana so she is scared of hurting her again, because Hana got heart broken from her previous relationship. Idt the mc wants to do something like that again. It’s almost like she is willing to put her own feelings on the line dk that Hana can be happy. Tbh this is why I feel like Hyunjin will be the one to confess or initiate something between the both of them. Because from how I see it atm, I think the mc cares too much about Hana to ever act upon her feelings. And I’m sure there’s something between the mc and felix, and I’m sure something will happen in future chapters, so idt the mc would want to make them feel bad. This jd why I think Hyunjin will be the one to initiate and act upon his feelings for the mc.

Overall the chapter was so so so good! I hope the next chapter won’t be as heart breaking PLS GIVE MY POOR HEART A RESG OUR BBY MC DESERVES SKME TOO OMG SJSBSN but I do hope the time wherein everything comes out in the open happens soon. But If it did there wouldn’t be any drama and we know how much we all love the drama 💀💀💀

thank you so much :) im so happy you liked it ! your analysis is so cute, i love the way you talk and describe your opinions with examples 😭 it makes my heart swell. yn is definitely different around hyunjin when they’re alone, compared to with hana, because she does subconsciously feel the need to hold herself back. your analysis on yn and her relationship with yn as well as her feelings towards hyunjin is so interesting, about why you think hyun will act first. i loved reading your thoughts. thank you so much for sending those in 🥺

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Harbinger

Synopsis: After the passing of his father and the betrayal of the only other person he considered family, Diluc wandered through darkness and pain only to collapse on the doorstep of the Fatui. They twisted his grief into rage, manipulated him during his suffering and reshaped him into a tool to enact vengeance on the world that he no longer found use in. His days were distorted, warped and surrounded only by the rule of the Tsaritsa.

One day, he meets someone who ignites something different in him -- and all he knows is to keep what he wants close, that’s all that matters

Harbinger!Diluc x FM Reader | Anthology

Warnings (will be specific to each chapter of the story) - > violence (physical violence, capture/captive), possessive Diluc* (fufufufu)

A-n: creative liberty has been taken to set up this story - Diluc’s character, while similar, has been altered to fit the setting and archetype**

Match One - Introductions

There’s a Fatui Harbinger who goes by the name, Diluc. Reports say he is a ruthless, empty tool of the Tsaritsa, one she recruited from the City of Freedom and Wind, but his compassion is far from those who reside there. He is more like a wildfire, demolishing everything in his path; he cares little for what's going on around him, and only wishes to complete what has been asked by those above. His loyalty, his duty holds nothing else higher, he does what is needed, no matter the cost.

He is fire and destruction, nothing is left when he passes through. Not even the tears, which one would expect to fall from eyes that lost it all. No, they never touch the burned path which follows his shadow.

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The first time you saw him, you were scouting and gathering information. Tasks like these were often given to you, the quickest on your feet, the best at staying hidden. A necessary skillset when tracking someone dangerous.

In the shadow of the trees, you looked down at your target. His red hair sticking out like a sore thumb in all the green, white coat drifting in the wind, flapping around his legs, and the half cut cape that draped over his back like a broken wring covered in blood. Even from this distance you could tell his face was handsome. Perhaps, if things were different, you’d even fall for him but he was your enemy. He had done countless, horrible acts in the service of his cause, and those stains were hard to remove.

He barely moved, even while in the middle of a conversation. It was like he was a statue, one you wanted to topple to the ground and drag across the mud. As the operative spoke, you peeked around the edge of the tree in an effort to get more information. Unfortunately, the harbingers back was to you and made it impossible to read his lips.

Dropping to the ground, your feet silent as they touched the grass, you slipped through the brush in order to get a better view. To see or hear better, that’s all you needed to do. There was no telling how horrible the consequences would be if he were to catch a spy, but you didn’t plan on getting captured.

Quickly, you found another tree that would give you just the right amount of coverage, as well as let you see what you needed to. Jumping upward, your hands grasped onto the limbs of the tree, it’s rough texture rubbing off on and sticking to your gloves.

Settling in the higher branches, you managed to pick out a few words spoken from his lips. Carefully, you fixated your gaze to his mouth and committed his words to memory.

“... taking too long …” He spoke with such little movement, lips barely parting with the words you struggled to hear. The operative nodded before bowing slightly.

“... excuses are all you can make … haven’t found … growing impatient.” He crossed his arms and the fabric of his shirt bunched up around his chest.

You shifted your foot and cursed under your breath as the movement shook the branch you were standing on. In a flash, a knife lodged itself into the space next to your face. The sudden flash of the metal blade against the sun made your heart skip a beat. Birds fluttered from the treetops and, as you glanced toward the knife, your eyes reflected back to you.

“Master Diluc?” The operative readied themselves but waited for the command to move.

Shifting your eyes to look back down at him, you watched how his body moved slowly to his normal stance, gaze heavy and, for a moment, you thought he was looking right at you.

“I thought I heard something …” He took a step forward and you feared for your life. How can someone have such an intimidating gaze? He had to see you, there was no way he couldn’t, not with the way his eyes bore into your soul, not the way they locked away your breath. Still, if he did notice you, he didn’t make any indication of it.

“I can investigate.”

“It’s nothing … just forget it.” He extended his hand to stop the Fatui from moving before turning his back and walking away, after a few seconds the agent rushed off after him.

When the coast was clear, you worked the knife from the tree. Moving it up and down, back and forth in order to wiggle it from the bark. As you held it in your hands you admired the craftsmanship. The handle was made of solid stone, obsidian perhaps. The blade itself had a strange marking near the hilt, it didn’t mean anything to you but still, your fingers ran over it as you gazed toward the last place the harbinger stood.

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The fourth time, you found him alone on the road. In your many observations of him, you noted one of his preferred past times was walking. It didn’t matter the time, he would break away from the crowd, a few agents never too far behind, and make his way to nowhere in particular. This time though, he was without his guard and after trailing him from above for several paces, you took the chance.

Leaping from the cliff you dove toward him, sword drawn and ready. It was difficult to move without making a sound, but you were a master at this type of stealth. Like a sparrow diving towards its next meal, you went for your target.

He parried the strike easily, his huge claymore appearing out of nowhere and blocking your blade. Your sword slid along the flat edge of his weapon until striking the ground. Tucking your body inward, you rolled out of reach before smoothly shooting back onto your feet and readying yourself for a blow that didn’t come.

How did he know you where there?

“Aren’t you brave?” You’d never heard his voice clearly before, the closest you got was when you heard him shouting orders to his troop. Right now, him being only a few feet from you, the sound of it shook you, made your legs feel uneasy.

Shaking out the nerves and pumping your arms powerfully with one motion, you brought the blade to a readied stance. You didn’t respond, you just stood there, shoulders moving up and down, air in your nose hot.

“You know, I thought I felt someone watching me these last few weeks. It seems you’ve finally come out of the shadows.” He shoved his claymore into the ground, its sharp tip digging into the dirt and reached up to his ponytail, long fingers rummaging through his hair as he tugged on the ribbon that held it all together. Your heart beat wildly, not at his gesture, but by how calm and indifferent he was being. It was making you furious. “So, what are you hoping to get out of this little exchange?”

He looked at you and for the first time you were glad there was a mask blocking your face from his eyes. It was more than just a simple representation of your job, it was a shield. You wore on missions not only to help you disappear into the shadows, but it helped keep your true self hidden.

Even with it on you didn’t answer. It was too risky for you to speak, right now he had no way of knowing who you were and, if for some reason you needed to get away, there’s no way he’d had anything to go off of.

His mouth turned downward while he nodded his head. “Not much for talking, hm. Or maybe it’s because you don’t want to give something away. Is that also why you are wearing that mask?”

You tensed, hand gripping tighter around the handle of your weapon.

“That must be it.” He looked at the hilt of his claymore, fingers sliding down the leather grip until they came to rest at the cross-guard.

Keep your emotions in check, don’t get too flustered or you’re bound to make a mistake. You reminded yourself as he fussed with his weapon.

He sighed as if he were annoyed before mumbling, his words barely reaching your ears. “What a foolish thing ...” Pulling his claymore from the ground and tapping the dirt which had collected on the tip against his foot, chunks of mud fell to the ground at his actions, he glanced at you with boredom. “Anyway, let’s get this over with; I’m sure you won’t be much of a challenge.”

His cocky attitude pissed you off. The whole thing seemed like a bother to him, as if he couldn’t spare you the time of dayv even while accepting the challenge. It made your emotions flair, the anger and fury built in your stomach until it practically burned through your arms.

With quick movements you lunged toward him, your sword gripped tightly in your hands. He blocked you without any issue, the claymore acting like a shield that reflected each of your blows. He hadn’t even taken a step since you started. Like the statue you saw all those weeks ago, his sturdiness made you furious. That was until he got bored or irritated, you weren’t sure, and pushed you back and you felt the power of his legs as he stalked toward you.

Swinging his blade, you practically hit the ground in order to ducked out of the way but, now that he was moving, you managed to slip in behind him, dodging underneath his swings and turning to slash at his back.

In a flurry of flames, he swung his weapon in a circular arc around his head, hot fire dripped from the metal, burning the ground below his feet. You jumped back and watched as he stood, back stretching and face turning toward you, all while red and orange flames danced around him.

“You are much lighter on your feet than I expected.”

“And you’re a brute.”

“So, you do speak.” He chuckled, something you didn’t expect. Clearly not bothered by the flames that wicked around him, he made his way toward you. It was a trick, a play of the light. It didn’t make sense but it didn’t even look like the flames touched him at all.

Suddenly, he dashed forward catching you off guard. How could he move so quickly, he’d barely taken any steps this whole time! Blocking his strike, pushing your sword against his as he swung it down past your side. It was like he purposely missed you. That’s when his hand moved from its place around his weapon and reached for your mask; in one fluid motion it was ripped from you.

The blinding light of the sun forced you to squint and you felt your hair cascade down the sides of your face, no longer locked in the confines of the mask. You stumbled backwards but felt sturdy metal against your back. The alarms in your brain were screaming as you struggled to regain your sight.

“You’re … ” He was so close to your face, you could feel him even before you were able to open your eyes and you wished you hadn’t because when you did, seeing him only inches from you, his bright eyes staring straight into yours, it was terrifying, and equally confusing.

You slipped away from him, jumping backward and sword hanging at your side, your breath ragged and difficult to catch. He stood there, eyes fixated on you with his claymore digging into the ground and in his hand the mask you’d never get back.

The two of you stood in the grass. The wind blowing over the still field, birds calling out in the forest behind you, heart pounding in your chest. You were trying your best to catch your breath, and furious at how unaffected he was by the fight the two of you just had. It had to be the fight that made you so out of breath, right?

Sounds of shouting and heavy footsteps caught your attention and when you glance down the path only to see several Fatui headed your way, you knew it was time to make your escape. A breaking stick in front of you turned your attention back to him but when he stepped forward you stepped back, eyes glaring, threatening him to stay away.

“Wait ...” The energy in your legs screamed, begged you to move, and as fast as you could you back peddled until you felt far enough away to turn your back and make off in a full sprint toward safety.

He stood there, on the edge of scorched ground, voices calling out behind him. His eyes were glued to you until you finally faded into the distance and even then he looked on. The mask in his hand felt heavy and called for his attention; turning it over, examining it before releasing his claymore, its outline fading into nothing.

“Sir! What happened?” Diluc didn’t respond, instead he ran his thumb over the surface of the mask and looked back over the field.

Several concerned Fatui agents surrounded him, no one brave enough to ask any questions, but one of them mumbled something under their breath, unfortunately, not quite soft enough to go unheard.

Diluc turned them like a sudden wildfire and grabbed the fabric of their shirt, “What did you say?”

“Uh .. uh … I-Im sorry sir, I just mentioned I r-recognize that mask. I’ve seen it b-before … that’s all …”

“Where?”

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When you met Diluc again, it changed everything.

The Fatui came to your village without any warning. You’d heard of them invading other, larger towns, but they typically overlooked ones like yours. Still, it seemed they were determined to find something here and not interested in the slightest of your attempts to explain why they wouldn’t find anything.

It had been several weeks since you had been out on a mission, the village was in the middle of harvesting its crops and they needed all hands at the ready. Not only were you a capable fighter, but you also had many other skills which made you invaluable to the village. As you helped bring basket after basket into the storehouse, you heard the first scream coming from the village entrance. The once full baskets now lay on their sides, their contents spilling out onto the wood floor, left abandoned by the hands that filled them.

You ran through the crowd but when you saw who was barging their way through the feeble gateway, your heart sank.

“What are they doing here?” You heard the shaky voice whisper next to you, and when you looked down at them, you knew what you had to do.

Turning to them, crouching to match their height, you issued the orders you never wished to use. “I know you are frightened, we have to work together now. Go to the elders cottage and wait there for the others.” You wanted more time, but there wasn’t any. Priorities needed to be made and you had duties to follow.

The other fighters barely held them off, heated exchanges drifted through the streets as you ushered people toward a centralized location, one that could be securely guarded. Broken cries spilled from the citizens mouths as agents broke into homes, tossing belongings, memorabilia, and other items out into the street. There was no stopping them, no reasoning with them. Why were they here?!

Just as you were about to head out to help the others, you heard the terrified cries and desperate pleads coming from the last place you wanted to hear them. Running toward the building, you prepared for the worst.

You felt bile turn in your stomach when you saw an agent pounding at the door to the school house. No amount of breathing, centering, training prepared you for this moment but you didn’t hesitate. In a full sprint, you ran forward until you slipped in between the door and the operative.

You were shouting at them, standing in their way and, even though they wore a mask, you could tell they were seething.

“Get back.” They warned, but you didn’t listen, you didn’t care. They weren’t getting through these doors, not unless they planned on killing you.

“I’ve told you, there isn’t anything for you here. We don’t have anything!” You stood with your arms pressing against the door frame in an attempt to keep them from pushing their way inside. They had kicked and used the blunt side of their weapon to bash against the door, and you, but even then you didn’t move.

“If you don’t have anything to hide, let me through!”

“Not a chance.” You glared at them and through the momentary silence you heard the reason why you’d never let them in. All of the children who lived in the village were just beyond the threshold and you dreaded the thought of what the Fatui would do to them. You knew they weren’t against kidnapping children and forcing them to grow up in a war that wasn’t theirs; all these children knew was peace, they wouldn’t survive a world like that.

The operative lifted their weapon and in response you reached for the short knife which rested in the holster against your back. The same knife which nearly pierced you, the same knife that you wiggled free from that tree months ago. The short blade between you and them while your other hand rested against the door.

“I won’t ask again.” They said, pointing their weapon at you.

“And I won’t let you through this door.” You had tunnel vision, only seeing what was directly in front of you. That was until you saw a hand descend on the shoulder of the Fatui operative and the flash of red knocked the air from your lungs.

“What seems to be the problem?”

“M-Master Diluc!” His name pierced your heart and you hated the feeling. Why did he set off this reaction in your body ... didn’t you hate him, didn’t you loathe him ... so, why did he make you so ... confused?

He looked directly at you, his eyes empty but powerful like a whirlpool. “I’ll deal with this.” They hesitated for a second but, in the end, they reluctantly left, now, only the two of you remained.

“Of course you’d be behind this … I won’t let you in either.” You emphasized, adjusting your legs in preparation for a fight.

“I’m not asking to be let in.”

“Then, what do you want?”

He took a step forward, his long coat ghosting along the ground, hair falling around his face, highlighting the beauty of his skin, “You.”

“What …” You faltered at his answer. “... why? I … I don’t have anything.” He stepped closer and you felt the door press against your back.

“Oh, but you do.” His body was towering over you, eyes boring into your flesh all the way down to your soul.

“G-get back.” You raised the blade higher and he easily captured your clenched fist in his own and twisted your hand until the blade flashed under the sun.

“This is mine.” His presence was oppressive and it was getting so hard to breathe. Clenching your jaw you mustered up the strength to look in his eyes. “Do you want to know what I do with people who steal from me?”

“I-I didn’t steal this. You threw it at me … I think that means I deserve to keep it.”

“Ha, That’s some interesting logic.” He moved the blade out of the way and with it no longer a barrier between you, you felt even more uneasy. “If that’s the case, I get to keep you, don’t I?”

“What?” You exclaimed, what in the world was he talking about.

“Well, you threw yourself at me, or don’t you remember our fight a few weeks ago?”

“That …” You turned your head and bit the inside of your lip. Why was he making you so flustered, everything about your body was hot. It was unlike you to react this way and you felt disgusted with yourself. “Those aren’t the same.”

“Aren’t they?”

“You’re delusional, Harbinger.” His grip on your hand tightened, the leather strap around the handle dug into your palm and you struggled against him.

“Perhaps, but I have a proposal I think you’ll be inclined to accept.”

“Doubtful - I might just kill you right here.” You turned your head and glared at him but he didn’t pay any attention to your threat.

“Come with me and I’ll make sure we leave with nothing else.”

“Ha! I would never go with you.” You spat back at him, the anger building in your chest, eyebrows furrowed in disdain.

“You should reconsider, I’m making you a pretty good deal. You for everything here, I’d say I’m being generous.”

He couldn’t be serious. Why would he want you? There had to be something else in his mind … perhaps he just wanted to make you drop your guard so he could strike … there was no way you could trust a harbinger.

As your thoughts pounded in your brain, you heard the sound of shuffling on the other side of the door, quiet whispers slipped through the slightly opened windows. In the distance the pleas of the villagers stabbed your heart as they desperately tried to save what little they had. You didn’t understand, you may never understand, but it was a part of your duty to protect everyone here … you had made a vow to keep them safe and you had already steeled yourself to die for their lives. There was just one thing which made you unsure.

“How can I trust you?” You looked at him, your eyes searching his.

“Do you really have a choice?” He reached for the hair that had fallen around your face and rubbed it between his fingers. His gaze was possessive and it sent a shiver down your spine.

“Fine, but if anything happens to this village, if you break your word, I’ll kill you.” He dropped the strands of hair, watching how they slipped from his fingers before answering you.

“Mhm. Now, I’ll take this.” He pried the knife from your hands and sheathed it behind his coat. When it was secure, he captured your wrist and dragged you behind him. You turned your head and saw a few faces peeking from between the windows and wondered if this was the last time you’d ever see any of them.

Suddenly, he stopped and because you weren’t looking where you were going, you ran right into him. The soft fabric of his coat surrounding you and cutting off your vision, overwhelming you with his scent. In an instant, you were lifted onto a large horse, his strong arms heaving you onto the creature's back with barely any effort at all. When he climbed up after you, his legs trapping you between him and his chest pressed against you back. You’d never been this close to a man before, but the heat from his chest felt like you had fallen into a fire. He reached for the reins and the combination of his legs, body, arms all around you, you felt ... captured.

He shouted something to a few Fatui who were standing by but you couldn’t understand him, your heart was beating so hard, your anxiety building and drowning out all the noise around you. That was until you felt his lips against your ear, it was then that his voice pierced through the static and you felt the cold shiver of regret slide down your spine.

“Oh,” His breath was hot and when you moved away from him only to find there was nowhere for you to go, you swallowed hard. “If you ever try to run from me, I’ll burn everything you love to the ground.”

What have you done, y/n.

match 2

#genshin impact #genshin impact X reader #genshin impact musings #genshin impact fiction #diluc X reader #genshin diluc #diluc ragnvindr #diluc #genshin impact diluc #harbinger diluc

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nathandrakeisabottom · 3 years

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Making It Better : Nathan Drake x Reader

Summary: In a motel room in Buenos Aires, Nate holds you in his arms and tells you how he got his scars.

Warning: First couple paragraphs are explicit (post-coital lovin'), but after that it's T for Teen (description of injuries). This one is very near and dear to my heart and I hope it makes you feel soft and think about love. :)

He’s loved you at every which angle tonight.

Even now, the comforter continues to hold you deep in its clutches, so hot you can’t move, so heavy you can’t breathe. Every prick of his stubble races across your skin like it’s trying to strike a match, but there’s no point; he’s already lit you on fire, burned your body, heart, and soul— all at once— at his stake. Your pussy pulls, sucks, forces him up, up, up— stay longer, hold out for longer, a second, a minute, an hour more, wait— but instead, your body follows him down without you as you plummet to and through one final climax, with only the desperate, possessive sting of his fingers on your thighs to remind you that you’re not fucking dying.

Even after years of intimacy with him, it isn’t enough. His closeness has you tasting your heart in your throat every single fucking time— every callous on his fingers eats and tugs at your skin in a restless kiss, impossibly prolonging it, petrified you’ll pull away even a millisecond too soon and leave him out in the cold and the dark, without your warmth to wrap tight around him and usher him home. But he has no need for such fears. If anything, he makes you feel helpless, like a child, dizzy and small, powerless to his agonizing tenderness, until shyness has you tucking your face in his neck, as if you could possibly hide from him there. But it’s far, far too late to hide.

At times, it seems like he knows you better than he knows himself— and it’s like he has nowhere to hide from you either.

His arms hold you safe against him, and you twist inward to kiss up the swollen curve of his bicep to his shoulder. In your line of work, you could never be lucky enough to hope for anything consistent— beggars can’t be choosers, you’ve heard it said more times than you can count, often in an insufferable British accent— so, Nathan… he was like your gift from the universe.

“Nathan…” You say for no reason in particular. Just to savor. To show him how much you love saying it. To hold it safe in your arms. To make it yours.

He’s wordless after making love, a common occurrence with him. So instead of responding back, he does the next best thing, and nuzzles deeper into the crook of your neck— hiding from and hiding with each other in the only safe place either of you had.

You’ve never met anybody so warm, so kind. He’s gentle, even as he burns you alive— after every orgasm, he pants, and his breath has nowhere to go but up and out, into the lovingly bruised skin of your neck. Timid breath makes his chest ripple up against you, coarse hairs an electrifying contradiction to soft, tender skin and smooth, bulging muscle. It’s overwhelming how gorgeous he is, and you can’t help blushing when he finally catches you ogling.

Sometimes you can’t believe he’s really yours. There’s nothing wrong with the occasional reminder.

But all of that is just the cherry on top in comparison to the way he looks at you, the way he touches you, the way he treats you. Nathan plays you better than any instrument, warm fingers stroking over bent hamstrings and coaxing your heart to his, playing the space between your shoulder-blades with such gentility and precision that you might’ve thought that once upon a time, he’d sculpted your body himself. You’re parched for and drenched with his love all at once. He makes you feel so loved, so alive, that you almost part your lips to tell him.

But then, you stop yourself. You’re standing still in one of the rare, precious moments where words just don’t matter. They’re not enough, they’ll never be enough, so you don’t even bother trying.

But still, somehow, inexplicably, you wish you could describe what his skin felt like against yours. You wish you could explain in words just how much his heartbeat felt like home. Or how he smelled. Or the rhythm in which he breathed.

…Or why you couldn’t quite figure out if the feeling in your chest was anger or despair for him when you first saw it.

It… was a scar. Only about an inch long, just below his collarbone. Likely made by a paring knife or a personal switchblade, as it wasn’t too wide. This white, glaring thing that told the entire world that someone once dare hurt the person you loved more than anything else in the world.

“Nathan… what is this?” You ask as if you really need an answer, reaching out to lightly trace along it with your fingertips, thinking you could somehow mend the skin back together if you tried hard enough.

“Wha…?” It takes Nate a second before words become feasible. “Oh! Just a little souvenir from Greenland. Ya know, it’s actually waaay less green than people make it out to be… ”

By the time Nate’s meandered into an overdramatized tale involving a supposed “dragon egg”, 200 museum guards, and a particularly helpful polar bear, your gaze has wandered back to the scar and the feeling— bitingly cold dread, a mysterious anger you can’t yet fully understand— has taken hold once again.

You begin to wonder if it hurt.

Of course, it hurt, you reprimand yourself at your own stupidity.

So instead, you begin to ponder a different question: How did it hurt?

…Was it a sharp pain? Or a dull, hollow one? Did it hit a vein? Did he bleed a lot? Did someone bandage it as soon as it happened? Or did he wait— wait til it stung and ran and the red began to pool down his chest in grotesque, violent streaks? Maybe he brushed it off with a bad joke and didn’t think twice about it… or maybe the pain didn’t catch up with him until he was safe in the motel room the following morning. Maybe it got infected. Maybe there were others. Lots of others. Maybe he cried.

You pray to god he didn’t.

Every bump and ridge of his chest falls prey to your judging fingers as you trace your way down. And it’s far too soon before you feel the sudden, harsh edge of another scar. This time near the top of his sternum— and you hiss. Even just a centimeter off, a harder lunge, a dodge a millisecond too late, and he wouldn’t be in this hotel room with you anymore. You’re not going to cry, you tell yourself. He’s not in pain anymore. He’s safe and here with you. But the tears are already starting to well up when you graze what you realize, far too late, are the remains of an especially large gash on his lower abdomen, and his breath catches horrifically.

“Sorry—“ For some reason, he’s the one who says it instead of you. “That one, ah, it’s sometimes still a little tender.”

“Oh, honey…” You can’t help the tremor in your voice.

And he backpedals almost instantaneously. “N-no! Seriously, I’m fine! I barely even felt it when it happened. Probably just a reflex.”

But you refuse to believe him. You’ve never heard Nate tell a story that he couldn’t spin into harmless, swashbuckling fun. So you ignore him when you says it’s fine. You know he’s lying when he says he barely felt it. And you definitely don’t hesitate when you move in to press a slow, soft, apologetic kiss right against the scar on his collarbone. As if you could magically make it better again.

He’s still as death, holding his breath against the overwhelming intimacy you never ever rationed with him. Maybe he’s embarrassed, maybe it’s too much. …Maybe he’s scared. But the second you feel a tentative hand on your shoulder, you know that, in his own way, he’s letting you in. He’s telling you it’s okay. He’s okay.

If only you could say the same for yourself.

It hurt him then more than it hurts you now, you tell yourself. That should be obvious, shouldn’t it? But it’s hard— near impossible— to believe it when all you can think about is Nathan in pain. Someone else making Nathan feel pain. Pain that wasn’t fair. Pain that wasn’t deserved. Pain that might’ve not happened had you been there just a few seconds, a few minutes, a few years earlier.

“You, uh, wanna hear about how I got that one? It’s actually a pretty funny story…”

Your eyes finally dart back up to his when you realize you’ve been ghosting over his stomach with your fingers this entire time, not hard enough to hurt, just enough to determine the scope of the injury. Anyone with eyes would be able to tell it was bad. Fatally bad. And there’s nothing you can do to stop your heart from shattering into a million pieces.

“I would love to.”

And this time you really listen.

He tells you the sordid tale of an unflinchingly optimistic, ragtag hero (probably himself, but he never directly specifies) on the brink of certain death. He calls it an interrogation scene. You might (more realistically) call it torture. The scene is depicted with sweeping words, and hand gestures to boot, of the time he was bound and roped to a chair— (He makes a kinky joke to try and ease the tension, and you snort appreciatively. But it doesn’t work.)— in a Russian fishing warehouse slash drug ring. The leader is bald and smokes an American brand of cigars and looks like “a cross between William Defoe, Popeye, and a hard-boiled egg.”

You’re so busy laughing at his joke that you accidentally give way for him to drop the big bomb quietly:

“…And of course I don’t confess, so ol’ Egg-y whips out a knife and gives me a paper-cut right over… here.” Your gaze follows his hand back to the scar on his belly, and somehow, it looks even worse the second time around.

You finally notice the yellowed bruises littering Nate’s ribs, which once blended seamlessly, invisibly, into the warm orange light overhead, but now stood out like bloodstains on a journal entry strategically placed for environmental storytelling. You see where his skin sinks and sinews and turns bright red. You see how much thicker the blade was. You see where he must’ve gotten stitches done. But there’s no time to wonder if they gave him anesthesia for even a second, because it’s too obvious he wouldn’t’ve taken it even if they did.

Suddenly, something wet and guilty slides down your cheek.

You wish he was better at asking for what he needed.

You wish you had been there sooner.

“Was it quick?” “Huh?”

The question startles him into a deadly silence.

“Did… did he get it over with quickly? Or did he…?”

“Did he draw it out? Is that what you mean?”

Your heart stops. Yes. Yes, it was what you meant. And it isn’t just the guilt of asking that makes it sound so, so much worse aloud.

The only thing you can do is nod, terrified and transfixed as he reads your question for what it really is. Your heart is already leaping into your throat in the two seconds it takes for him to answer. 50/50 chance. As if that would possibly make it any better, any less horrific. You can see the gears turning behind ocean-colored eyes, and by the time he finally opens his mouth to speak, you’re not even sure if you actually want the truth or not.

But he’s merciful. So he doesn’t give you an answer at all.

“Really… it wasn’t so bad. Just some pain endurance practice for when I get your name tattooed on my lower back.” Nate’s lips curl into a cocky, self-satisfied smile and you immediately curse yourself for laughing. But it isn’t enough to lift you out of your stupor. Even when his arms wrap tighter around you, even when he begins to line sweet, reassuring kisses up your jaw, you can’t quite shake the image of him in that chair, gritting his unshakeable smirk against certain death.

You can’t stop thinking about the blood running.

“No one should ever, ever hurt you like that.”

“What...?” Your words even surprise yourself, and justifiably, Nate breaks away in confusion, lips popping off your skin in a broken final kiss.

And then you’re crying. You don’t start to cry, magically, wistfully single-tearing like an actress with an eyedropper. Just one second, you’re not crying. And the next second, you’re crying.

Nate’s grip tightens against your shoulder, and it takes you a full minute to realize it’s because your mouth is moving and praising and kissing over every single mark. It hurt him then more than it hurts you now. But this time— finally— you intend to do something about it.

“No one should ever, ever, ever, ever hurt you like that.”

“Oh, they’re nothing really! I swear, I can barely feel them anymore. It’s just, uh… I… ” And at long last, he surrenders. “…Thank you.”

Maybe if you try, with all your heart, you can love him hard enough. You can mend him back together.

His skin has been tumbled, scratched, and ravaged by danger for so many years, and the way the bed-side lamp’s orange glow illuminates him is monstrous, sinister, a reminder of smoldering flames falling through clanging swords in a pirate ship bunker, mere ghosts of a fear you can’t even begin to fathom. Death follows him wherever he goes, but somehow he remains kind. He remains good. He remains yours.

His arms are unlike any home you’ve ever known; you’ve never known someone so strong, yet so gentle. He’s fragile against your lips, every press, no matter how soft, has him gasping for air. Past the cuts on his neck, down the scars on his chest. You drown him in you. But still, he doggy-paddles afloat with only the hand on your shoulder for support, sinking deeper and deeper and deeper into your lavish, affectionate, healing touch— vulnerability hot at his neck like a loaded pistol in a lover’s game of Russian roulette— until you finally brave the territory down his stomach, and all of a sudden:

He laughs.

The sound punctures the air and drains all the tension out of you.

“Sorry.” His voice cracks, eyes darting up to yours for even the slightest hint of hesitance, disgust, even. You’ve never seen him look so small before. “…Ticklish.”

And suddenly the once-ashen air is filled with the sounds of Nathan’s debilitatingly sweet laughter, as you nuzzle deeper and blow shameless raspberries into the sensitive skin near his bellybutton, wringing joy from him where there once was fear. You may not have been there then… but you’re here now.

And that’s enough.

“Cutie…” You give one last lingering kiss there before a playful palm collides against your shoulder, Nate’s only line of defense.

“Don’t make fun of me!” But it’s high-pitched, half-hearted, more insecure than anything, and you’re quick to put those cruel feelings to rest with a hand on each cheek, forcing him to look head-on as you try desperately to convey everything that words cannot. “I promise I’m not making fun of you, Nathan.”

And again, you feel his chest rise and stutter against yours in a timid, vulnerable wave. He looks so small. But you hold him safe in your arms— you remind him that he’s safe with you, he’ll always be safe with you— and after a few moments of uncertain stillness, he finally exhales in relief, dropping your body down with him, and his palm reaches up to meet your hand in a grateful, tender kiss.

“You deserve better.” You whisper carefully, a secret, a wish so deep and personal and impossible that it tears your very soul apart to actually say it aloud.

“No—” He responds immediately, shaking his head softly before pressing his free hand to your cheek. Despite everything, he’s still good. He’s still kind. He’s still yours.

“I have better.”

#nathan drake #nathan drake x reader #uncharted x reader #uncharted 4: a thief's end #uncharted #uncharted 4 #uncharted smut #uncharted fanfiction #this is my new favorite you guys i really hope it makes you feel the way i felt to write it :)#love you nate <3

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wheels02 · 3 years

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Since Sk♾ is over and I’m a sad teen here’s my trying to do headcanons/one shots

Headcanon: Sk8 cast and you getting onesies

People in it: Reiki, Langa, Cherry, Joe and Shadow, Miya (platonically), Tadashi, Ad*m (I felt bad not adding him🤮)

Langa

He wasn’t really aware that couples had matching onesies until you showed him a picture.

When you two went to the store to get them he let you pick it out and just went with what you wanted.

He isn’t picky at all but when you held up a koala onesie that’s what really got his attention, he loved the animal ones specifically the koala.

You guys found a couple more animal onesies, you two bought the koala one (of course), penguin and a cow one.

Everytime you two have a sleep over he insists on you guys wearing the matching onesies and he tries to skate in the onesie but you tell him that he might rip it and so he gets off his skateboard.

Reki

Reki was the one to suggest to you the matching onesies, he didn’t just send one pair he sent 10 different ones and said that you two should get them all.

He’s obsessed with being matching to you, a matching bracelet, headband, rings, shirt, onesie, etc.

But he’s obsessed with the shark onesies, random funny onesies and having themed onesies. You guys spent more than you’d like to admit on onesies.

You two have a shark, Halloween, Christmas, Valentine’s Day, Easter, and every other holiday you two celebrate. You also have random ones like a crab and Pokémon onesies (Espeon one because it was his favorite)

Everytime you two get a new onesie he shares it to everyone, he gets so excited and so happy he sends you pictures of him wearing it when you two aren’t together. You guys take a lot of pictures of you in your onesies.

Miya threatens to rip up the onesies because Reki talks about it all the time to them and sends all the pictures to them.

Cherry

He looks like he could care less but he’s actually excited that you want to match him.

He wants to make you happy, so when you insisted on you two getting matching onesies he agreed but only if he got to pick (obviously if you liked them too).

He likes the basic ones, solid Gray, solid black, your craziest one is a plaid onesie.

Cherry doesn’t really show them off but you do and he secretly loves that you show everyone. Joe teases Cherry about the onesies.

Joe

Just like Reki, Joe enjoys matching with you and having themed onesies.

You guys don’t have that many but you have a few holiday onesies and Disney ones, he has a weird soft spot for like stitch and Winnie the Pooh onesies.

It’s a little hard for Joe to find a onesie that fits him but he tries his best to find one because he wants to match with you.

His favorite part is finding the onesie and trying it on because he gets to see you all excited about finding a onesie you two can match in.

As a gift Joe got you two custom onesies, both onesies have a picture of you two on the back with a heart around the picture. (It’s Joe’s favorite onesie).

He sends you a lot of pictures of him in the onesie out of boredom.

Your holiday cards that you send out to family are you two in your matching onesies, it’s usually the simple red plaid onesie but sometimes it’s the holiday themed onesie, if you’re really feelin it you’ll wear the custom one in the pictures.

He hangs a picture of you two in the matching onesie in his restaurant and he gets excited when people ask about it.

Shadow

Shadow thought it was so cute and was so happy when you asked him to have matching onesies with you. He’s been waiting for it but he thought you’d be weirded out so he wanted you to ask him first.

You two really wanted a flower onesie but you codling find any good ones.

He insisted that the onesie would be perfect but you were fine with just a plain.

Shadow gave you the first onesie as an anniversary gift, it was a panda onesie.

He had set up a cute little thing in his living room, he put the panda onesie (that was wrapped as a gift of course) on the table in the room and two beautiful bouquets of flowers in vases on both sides of the gift.

He picked you up from your house (you two haven’t moved in yet ykyk) you guys went out to eat and then back to Shadows house. He was so nervous that you wouldn’t like it he thought he’d faint. You two sat on the couch and put on a movie. You loved the panda onesie and he was so relieved

He also shows everyone your matching panda onesies.

Your next onesie is a dinosaur onesie (you surprised him with that one)

Miya

You and Miya have matching hoodies and suspenders because he doesn’t wanna wear a onesie.

Tadashi

Tadashi isn’t so big on matching onesies.

He doesn’t see the point because no one will see you two in them. He also doesn’t like them because they aren’t “professional”.

It took him a bit of convincing but by sending him one too many videos and pictures of couples with matching onesies he finally bought you two one

It’s just a solid black onesie, you’re glad he bought you one and you’re still trying to convince him for you two to get a less boring one.

Adam.

He has like those sexy ones already but you said you just want a normal one.

You two have onesies with a bunch of hearts on them. You guys also have bunny onesies.

He thinks you look amazing in them and he shows you off. If anyone says they look weird or is negative about it he beats them up.

This is my first one so please don’t hate on it too much lol but I would like constructive criticism

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b612sunsets · 2 years

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What if Tes is the ghost that possessed Youngmin in the past? It would make sense and explain a lot, he said he died 20 years ago. He was seen walking in the hospital with his old friend (who happens to be Seungtak's grandpa) when Tes was alive... they must have some type of story together like Tak and Min.

The fact that Tak is making Min so happy again that its helping his condition to improve with literally happiness hormones and he might wake up :') so sweet~

It can also mean a sad ending if everything goes to sh*t and Min or Tak end up alone because the other dies or goes away somehow... Tes and Jaesik ended up like that, it could be a foreshadowing. Unless they want to make the opposite and give Tak and Min a happy ending.

Not sure how I feel with Youngmin wanting to use Tak's body to hug his ex and things like that. It's weird and seems wrong. This could become messy and bad really quick for many reasons. Sejin is a cute and admirable woman but I can't see their relationship continuing... They should have closure about the misunderstandings from the past and then move on yk. Their timing is a bit off for that now. Maybe I'm biased and it probably won't happen because its still tvN and a SK mainstream drama we're talking about here, they will want to go with the straight couple as endgame.

And the other two I really see just as friends, there was only one hint that Soojung might have a crush on Seungtak but they've been acting strictly in friendly terms so far in their few scenes together and even then Tak only thinks and talks about Youngmin most of the time lol. It's kinda mutual because there's this scene of Min watching his ex sleeping and instead of talking with her about them he talked about Seungtak with such fondness, as if updating Sejin of the guy he has a crush on.

Mintak has a strong and caring bond, that's for sure. Regardless of it being a romantic or platonic love. Seungtak gets so upset whenever they talk about the possibility of Youngmin dying and Min comforts him, encourages him and looks at him with a warmth that melts my heart. He's starting to be happy and like himself again, the doctor and person he once was, all because of Seungtak. Seungtak has been saving him in more ways than one and it was great seeing Youngmin acknowledging it to Seungtak. Soulmates... or should I say Ghostmates?

It's funny how Tak told Min jokingly to find a nice guy if he doesn't want him (a brat) as his partner hehe the double entendre. AND THEIR MATCHING COUPLE OUTFIT IN THE NEXT EPISODE?

Anyways... so many emotions, I cried in this episode because of Chairman Jang. Can't wait for next week, excited and afraid at the same time. Super anxious too.

#ghost doctor #ghost doctor spoilers #ghost doctor theories #mintak #ghost doctor misc

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never-mess-with-the-uchihas · 3 years

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Hello!

Recently, in Quora I saw a person bashing Sakura's love for Sasuke. She says that Sakura was so selfish and she doesnt deserve him. Karin deserved him because she was selfless.

Then s/he showed an instance where Kakashi and Obito saved Sasuke and use that as an evidence to tell that Sakura never cared for Sasuke despite she tried to save his life for so many times.

This was that person's thoughts.

Can you debunk this? 😜

Thanks for sharing this.

Normally, I never read any post past the point - "Karin is a more deserving wife than Sakura because - " 😂

But, I will debunk this one for you.

In Naruto Series, If not Naruto, then it should be Karin.

I have always wondered, when these people make comments like this, do they take Sasuke's feelings into consideration? Because if Sasuke ever gets to read any of this horseshit he will be like -

I guess his expressions speak for themselves.

Sakura doesn't deserve Sasuke a bit, she only ripped the fruits of Naruto's efforts.

First, Sasuke is not a "fruit" to be ripped 😂.

Second, Was this Anon sleeping in this scene?

Does this Anon know how Konoha finally got to know about Sasuke's whereabouts after 3 years? It was because Sakura was willing to "blow off her arms and legs" and get herself stabbed. Just to KNOW ABOUT SASUKE'S WHEREABOUTS. And this was just the beginning of Shippuden, She still continued to try save him, even after he tried to kill her, She never gave up on him. It's explicitly mentioned in the manga.

Also, The next time someone decides to compare Naruto with Sakura, please tell them that THIS SHOW IS CALLED "NARUTO", NOT "SAKURA". He is the one who is SUPPOSED TO TURN EVERY ANTAGONIST TO PROTAGONIST. (Neji,Gaara,Nagato, Sasuke)

Just because it was Naruto, who ultimately saved Sasuke, doesn't mean that Sakura's efforts meant nothing. If it meant nothing, Sasuke wouldn't have thanked her again and again.

Also, by this Anon's logic, Hinata, Konoha, Sasuke and the ENTIRE FIVE SHINOBI NATIONS are ripping fruits from Naruto's efforts. And their efforts during War mean absolutely Nothing.

Sakura ripped fruits from Naruto's efforts. MY ASS.

Sakura and other academy girl's reasons for having crushes on Sasuke that "He's so cool and hot and he can do anything!"

But the reason Karin had a crush on Sasuke in the first place because he saved her from a large bear and smiled at her for a second back in the chunin exams.

I feel like SK fans are TROLLING THEMSELVES whenever they bring up this point.

How does it matter who had a better reason to "start crushing on" someone ? Also, since this anon brought this up, "who has a better reason to love bullshit", Just answer me this question.

Who would you rather fall for?

1. A person with whom you have a relationship like this -

(And I haven't even added 10% of all SasuSaku Scenes)

2. A RANDOM PASSER-BY who saved you from a bear?

I guess even the SK Fans know the real answer 😂.

Karin's life has been a living hell. She lost her family and her clan, had to watch her mother die from healing too many people at once, and then Karin was forced to become a healer in her mother's place and has been physically abused and bitten by grown men against her will. And then Orochimaru has been experimenting on her, but she has no choice, because she has no family left and nowhere left to go

The fact that Karin's Ufe in an horrible that a simple act of kindness moved her heart. At Karin's darkest time Sasuke is what reminded her that there is indeed good left in the world, somewhere, and it can even smile at someone like her

So... Where did this Anon get this story from?? This was clearly not in manga. Or at least I never read this in manga.

Also... How does this sobstory make Karin a better wife or a better lover to Sasuke than Sakura? This Anon is not making any sense.

I have already talked about it here -

As a teammate Karin was always with Sasuke, To Sasuke his new team was also important, they remained him of team 7.

But, There is a huge difference between Team 7 and Taka. Naruto and Sakura were Sasuke's family. Karin was not.

If you really wanna know the difference between the way in which he treated Karin and Sakura.

You can take a look at this post -

If anyone said that among all the female Sasuke only care for sakura Its wrong Sasuke was always kind towards everyone, jugo wanted to left karin behind during their fight with Killer Bee, but sasuke didn't

Wait a minute. Did you just say -

"Sasuke was always kind towards everyone"

Wikipedia Definition of Kind - "having or showing a friendly, generous, and considerate nature."

This Anon means to say, Sasuke is - "friendly", "generous" and "considerate" TO EVERYONE???

Just. Please. Stop.

I am sorry, but this Anon's understanding of Sasuke's character is hilarious. 😂

Yes, Sasuke had a pure and good heart. But he definitely WASN'T KIND TOWARDS EVERYONE.

Hell... He wasn't even "kind" to Itachi or Naruto or Sakura, whom he loved and cared for so much.

Being Kind is not Uchiha Sasuke's style.

Also, Yes. Sasuke saved Karin. But he always had a more protective instinct towards Sakura.

Again I am asking...How does this make her a better wife for Sasuke?

if u talking about sakura, she doesn't deserve Sasuke at all, she is selfish, what she did to get Sasuke except crying and begging? Nothing

Yeah... This Anon is right... Sakura was definitely selfish.

I mean Just take a deep breathe and think about it -

"Getting yourself stabbed for a stranger(Chiyo) whom you met less than 24 hours ago" - Sakura

is definitely a more selfish act than,

"Refusing to let anyone other than Sasuke bite yourself, even if that person(Tsunade) is literally ripped apart and dying" - Karin

And you are right. She did absolutely nothing for Sasuke.

I mean... It's not like going through harsh training for two years, getting your own bones broken to get stronger, becoming an excellent medic nin to help bring back, willing to blow off your arms and legs, getting stabbed and poisoned, almost dying, doing everything to know his whereabouts, willing to kill the man you love to save him from his own darkness, willing to die in the process, still continuing to love him, even though he tried to kill you, still trying to save him from darkness, Saving him from bleeding to death after his battle with Naruto, despite the fact that he put her in a harsh genjutsu.... means absolutely nothing....Right?

All these efforts go to drain because you don't have a Kyuubi sealed inside you.

Also...Sasuke is a complete fool who goes around thanking and poking random people who did "absolutely nothing for him".

Even kakashi was ready to die for sasuke, she was right beside obito Why didn't she run to save her

Yeah... You are right... She should have run to save Sasuke.

Even if She just saved him from the other dimension.

Even if she was completely chakra exhausted.

Even If She was barely standing few minutes before, because of which Sasuke was holding her.

Even if Kishi wanted this to be a Kakashi-Obito moment, and wanted this to be their farewell scene.

Even if the Author didn't want her to move.

I mean it's not like She couldn't have just popped out of the Sketch and saved Sasuke, if she really wanted to save him.

She is indeed completely selfish.

Seriously, Their logics are blowing my mind.

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skscenarios · 3 years

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yeah sure make it as a reader x hao thank you for doing this again i love it so much

Hi I am terribly sorry for my late response I have been busy in my personal life, I see you have taken me up on my offer of a reader X Hao situation, right I will operate under the assumption that you wish for the reader to be a Shaman, I will also make it so that the reader is in the tournament and they meet Hao the day before they are about to face Hao in combat, with those guidelines I will begin and as with all my replies if you aren’t completely satisfied with my response please message me with your feed back and will adapt accordingly with your wishes.

SKS

Shaman king: the one person he couldn’t kill

(a response to a response from an ask prompt)

(Reader X Hao Asakura)

You were preparing for your match the next day, You were nervous as you were to face team hoshi gumi, A team that was headed by the infamous Hao Asakura, Since the tournament began you heard tales of his ruthless killing intent, Growing up you were always taught that everyone can be redeemed, A mantra taught to you by your late mentor.

As you traversed the location the tournament was taking part in it was getting dark, You were heading to the hot spring to take a bath and relax before retiring for the evening, As you walked further to the hot spring you over heard a person speaking from the hot spring, It was Hao, He was musing over his longing for a kindred soul, You listened to his words intently, the words that made you snap was when he talked about how could blood covered hands be worthy of love.

“That’s not true, Anyone can be forgiven if they show remorse for their actions” You called out, Oh damn you’ve done it now you thought as he was certainly going to follow the trail of a voice back to you, in your heart you prayed to what ever spirit would help you escape an encounter with a crummy juncture.

“Ah I see my words were being overhead by a little mouse” Hao chimed in as he located you making you jump backwards in panic, such an action made the long haired shaman before you laugh as you had stumbled backwards falling into the hot spring, When you had fixed yourself Hao stood with his back against the nearby wall looking at you with a grin on his face, He meant to toy with you a little longer as he found you amusing at this time.

“So you think that even a cold blooded murderer as me could be forgiven his sins? That naiveté might get you killed” He trailed off coming closer to you set on intimidating you into running away from him, Intent on messing with you simply because he was bored and you overheard his personal feelings.

“Yes I believe there is always room for forgiveness, My late mentor taught me that as long as a person has a shred of light inside them that they can be rede…” He cut you off pushing you against the wall holding your face in one hand looking deep into your (Insert colour ) eyes, His eyes burning into your very soul.

“Oh are you sure I can be redeemed or for that matter that I WANT to be redeemed, We are alone right now, What is stopping me from burning both your body and soul to ashes, Your too naïve far too naïve “ He taunted you as you began feeling anger well in you, He was disrespecting the mantra your mentor had lovingly etched into your heart, With one flashed second you reached up to his cheek and hit him hard with all the force of your hand making him let you go.

“Your horrible I cant believe I felt sorry for you, Goodbye” You trailed off as you left in a bad mood, Hao still stood there with a shocked expression, Other than the slap given to him by his brothers fiancé, he never thought another soul would raise a hand to you, He liked that you had sparked something inside him.

Part 2: Day of the fight:

“they actually hit me ?” was the thoughts inside my mind as I looked up at the dawning sky, What an interesting little robin you are, very well I will test your resolve in our fight today, Lets see if you have what it takes to survive against me, I will give you no choice to face me in battle with all you have.

I walk from my room and make my way to the fighting ring with my team, Before me I see you, Oh how cute your still angry with me, Good your anger is the spice to this fight, so well then “Try” to show me this so called redemption you preached about last night, You will fall like so many others before, just another soul I have sent to a better existence.

The battle begins as we exchange attacks, do you still think me worthy of redemption as I burn your comrades to death, As I tear soul from life and feed upon their souls, Go ahead let your anger dictate the manner of your death.

“You see what your kind words have achieved you are the last one alive” I speak out hearing a response from you as you look at me with a look that stops me in my tracks for a second as I hit back to which you simply turn and go to leave, Are you ignoring me little mouse.

“You know what Hao Asakura, your full of contradictions you whine about no soul showing you kindness yet the moment someone shows hope in you they are targeted for death, I cant be bothered with your misplaced anger” You speak to me as you go to leave, this isn’t how it goes I think as I go to attack you, I come close to rending the life from your very body but something stops me.

How could this be ? I have killed so many yet the words of this shaman that refuses to engage me any longer have me stopping my endless assault, I don’t…I don’t want to kill this person, I think as I call off my attack as you look back at me with wide eyes.

With that we are frozen in time as your soul becomes linked to mine, Heh this is strange feeling, Sparing a life is refreshing, Your eyes fall into kindness as you see that I see it too, Alright I will try it your way this once.

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𝐓𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐤𝐚 𝐍𝐒//𝐅𝐖 𝐀𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭

Pairing: tanka x gender neutral!reader (afab)

Note: Its 1am this probably sucks

Warnings: Smut (duh), mentions of public sex

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

tanaka is the sweetest and you cannot change my mind that he is touch starved. therefore, aftercare is the perfect opportunity for him to cuddle you and tell you how good you did or the other way round, depending on your preferred dynamics. If he's doing the aftercare, he always has a sports drink next to the bed for you and makes sure you drink it and have come down from your high before he drags you into the shower with him.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

It's his abs. Not to be predictable but they're something he worked hard on and it definitely payed off, so what if he likes seeing the look on your face when you see them?

Ryu is an ass man through and through, he matter the size his hands are all over that thing. Even when you're making out his hands are squeezing and rubbing your ass like it's his personal treasure.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

He is lowkey a messy person when it comes to cum, yours or his. He likes yours all over his face and in his mouth sk he can taste you. However, he prefers his to be over your ass or the back of your thighs if he isn't allowed to come inside you (his first choice).

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He kinda likes pain. It isnt really a dirty secret cause it takes him a while to notice but he can't help but shiver and moan when you scratch your nails down his back or bite his neck to muffle your moans. Tanaka even likes pressing down on them to feel some pain when he gets off.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

I feel like he has a decent amount of experience maybe a couple of other people but he does research this kinda stuff and tries his best to adhere to any feedback you give him.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Any position he can see your ass in. Just the visual of his hips hitting your ass and it jiggling could make him come so he prefers reverse cowgirl etc. Not picky though, hes Tanaka.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

I feel like its 50/50 with Ryu. He could totally go for giggly sex and a lot of the time it is. If you start laughing about something he'll join in and he even laughs at himself a lot during it too. However, if hes super worked up then it's all about ramming you/getting rammed into the mattress and giggles can come during aftercare thanks.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

He probably shaves. If it's not almost completely hairless then it's very well groomed and kept short. Couldn't care less about your body hair, he just doesn't like it on him.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

When he really gets into it, especially when hes about to finish, he gives out more and more praise. This can range from complimenting your body and making lewd comments to straight up repeating goes much he loves you. Apart from that, hes fairly romantic but not really if you get me. He'll praise you but he isnt exactly laying out verbal rose petals.

J = Jerk Off (How often, what are they thinking about, …)

Hes a horny bastard, he jerks off a lot. With your permission, he probably has some photos saved of you that he uses to get off and if not he has plenty of memories of you that he can use as inspiration.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

I firmly believe he is up to trying anything at least once. However, does have a thing for quite literally fucking you stupid. The whole eyes unfocused, drooling and unable to say anything but his name makes him hard just at the thought.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Anywhere and everywhere. Has literally no shame but hes a little possessive so, if you're doing in in public, he's making sure nobody can see you because that's his and his only to look at. This being said, he has a thing for shower sex. The way the water flows down your body makes sure that he is at least a little hard and you can't really take a shower together without it ended with probably a blow job.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

When you wear certain clothes. For example if you're wearing something tight or short he can't help but oggle a lot. God forbid you decided to wear some of his clothes or walk around in nothing but his tshirt and underwear. Tanaka really won't be able to control himself.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Like nasty degradation. He doesn't like anything that could potentially emotionally hurt you, even if you like it. Insulting you, sexual or not, will always leave him with a feeling of guilt and he just can't carry on with whatever you guys were doing

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Now, he likes getting his dick sucked cause duh. However, he lives for giving you oral. Tanaka can and will be between your legs all day if he could and this means face sitting is an amazing experience. His skills are nothing to blink at either, be can get you to be a moaning mess within seconds and he probably gets a couple of piercings just to make that experience better for you.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

With the exception of when you're upset, Tanaka is usually fast and rough. He cant help himself, sometimes you're just too hot and he always fucks you like there's no tomorrow.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

He is up for anything, like I said earlier. Plus he's very easily turned on so quickies are a fairly normal thing for you guys, they're not his favourite though because he tends to prefer a lot of rounds.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Like I said before, hes up for anything once. If you want him to do it, he'll probably give it a go! Risks are a thing he's willing to take as long as you're comfortable with it.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

His stamina is no joke. Seriously, he can go for a good 3 rounds before he even starts getting tired. Most of the time, you come more times than him cause you're the main focus so he tries to limit the amount of rounds for you two.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Very basic toys like a vibrator and a pair of handcuffs for either of you. Most of your guys sex isnt actually pre planned so the handcuffs are more common than other toys but he enjoys when he gets to bring them out.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Little shit thinks it's funny to pull away to 'stretch' just when you're about to come. He is in this mainly for your pleasure but he can't help but rile you up sometimes and get you whining.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

I'd say hes relitavely loud. Loud enough that public sex isn't often but not loud enough for that many noise complaints from the neighbours. He can't help but get caught up and start spewing dirty talk in your ear between grunts and low pitched moans and your response usually increases his volume a little.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Let him leave hickey hearts on you! Seriously, he has a thing for it and likes seeing them when you get changed in front of him. It's like a weird possession thing or maybe he just thinks it's cute, who knows.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

I'd say he's slightly bigger than average in length and has a good girth for him. His dick has a few prominent veins that are sensitive.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Higher than average, definitely. Can and will have you every single night if you let him, even after a long day.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

I feel like he gets kinda hungry after sex and his aftercare is kinda long. After your shower, he probably makes a sandwich or something, eats it and comes back to bed after. Might spend a little time talking to you before he's out like a light.

Tumblr mobile likes to be annoying so sorry for any spelling mistakes! Requests are open and enjoy

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JM JK timeline.- my observations how they grew over the years

2017 - Part 4

Disclaimer: these are my own opinions and conclusions. Feel free to disagree, but hate or aggression will be unacceptable.

16-17 November 2017 BTS interviews in the US. JM sneezes and JK thinks it’s so adorable.

18 November 2017?

Can’t seem to find the original interview, but I think it was done same day as the BTS Tease 2017 American Music Awards Performance, E! Red Carpet & Award Shows interview.

This is where we find out that JK loves to take photos of sky and JM (people)…

JK doesn’t point a finger at JM, just signs with his hand in JM’s direction. But RM automatically looking at JM as JK signs in that direction makes things pretty clear as to JK’s meaning, as if we didn’t know...

19 November 2017 – KRBE AMA’s backstage interview – https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3fwSuGBU5R4 . Band members asked who’s the best with the ladies. JK turns towards RM and asks: “V”?, but RM and V point to JK, who is all flustered. JM smiling uncomfortably. It was actually a heart breaking moment for me.

19 November 2017 AMA’s interview – https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SfHZYgNgHVU . JK playing with JM’s jacket. JM hints for him to stop, but JK keeps doing it, so JM finally kind of snaps at him to stop but JK needs to continue to touch JM. JM softens up after and pulls JK forward to talk.

19 Nov 2017 Zach Sang backstage AMA interview - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=STLDAdhuLzc .

Not so big, but still an honourable mention from me. At the start of the interview JM, who is standing directly behind Hobi (V is standing behind JK), had one hand on Hobi’s shoulder and another hand on JK’s shoulder. Having a hand on JK is not because he is closest to him. Not the obvious solution to place his hands in that situation. That would be two hands on Hobi, just like later on in the interview V places both his hands on JK’s shoulders. It was just something I noticed and found interesting.

JM and JK are clearly in love and attracted to each other. JM is also JK’s anchor, his calming waters. But they are also super professional, always were.

So why do we get so much content during these interviews? I mean, isn’t it something they are trying to hide, and if they were professional why can’t they keep their hands to themselves?

We need to remember that the boys have to sit or stand for hours upon hours on end doing interview after interview, like an interview conveyor belt. They are tired, worn out, so much so, that at some point their guard is let down. They will turn to each other for comfort or support or will say or do something impulsive, that they otherwise wouldn’t have done. That’s when we usually get to enjoy our famous interview Jikook moments.

20 November 2017 BTS post AMA’s night party Vlive - https://www.vlive.tv/video/49001 .

Remember tipsy JK? Tipsy JK is the best, right?

The way he behaves in this Vlive you would think he is outright drunk.

Now, I know that towards the end of the live, when the members want to make a toast, JK does mention he cannot drink in the US, but if he really wasn’t drinking, why do the other members call him ‘loose’? Maybe he had a sip or two or three or more off camera???

Drunk on alcohol or drunk on adrenaline, whatever it is, he lacks inhibition.

He is constantly looking to JM. The members start talking about how they felt during the performance. And here ‘happy’ JK flies into action. He says “I wasn’t that nervous. Do you know why?”

JM asks why, and J-hope grabs JM’s shoulder, telling him “don’t ask him”, knowing full well this isn’t something we should be hearing from a JK lacking inhibitions.

JM turns to the camera smiling and tells us: “let’s say that he wasn’t nervous at all”, to be followed by Suga telling JK: “you’re too loosened”, and RM saying: “he lacks sincerity”.

Drunk or not, alcohol or adrenaline, it doesn’t really matter. Either way, the members are trying to silence him, afraid of what he might say.

At this point they try to move on, only that JK hasn’t finished, and he goes right back to not being nervous. He says: “the reason I wasn’t nervous was…”, looking JM in the eye and puts his hand on JM’s shoulder. He leans back and JM claps his hands and says: “I see”, and starts laughing.

At this point you see JK realises he literally put his foot in it, lowers his head and JM pulls his T-shirt laughing.

So, then JK tries to fix it, saying “because of Army”. Yeah JK, we believe you. You seem to be really sincere, I mean, your band mates are really buying it too…

Tipsy-like JK, I love him.

21-24 November 2017. I said I wouldn’t do it. I promised I wouldn’t do it. I just couldn’t help myself. Please accept my apologies in advance, but I just couldn’t leave these photos JM uploaded to Twitter out. I mean, how could I leave out JM’s uploading JK photographs of ‘Sky’ & ‘People’??? That just wouldn’t be right.

Run BTS episode 28, released end November 2017 – JM dressing up JK with his style of clothing. The members reactions when JM threw the rose and it fell behind JK. JK and JM were pretty pleased. JK loved modelling JM’s clothes, also loved making JM laugh by imitating him as a model.

2 December 2017 MMA’s. Pulling JK to the front to talk when receiving the award, JM moving from Hobi’s side to stand by JK. The closeness, the looks. Walking off stage side by side.

Same day as the very famous clip, when JK sitting behind JM, and JM turns back to him, while JK is singing “I remember our first kiss, I close my eyes whenever I can and go to the farthest place”. Both being watched by Jin, who smirks, but when remembers there’s a camera, becomes serious again.

9 December 2017. JK & JM Vlive. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GA9VjPylgDA .

Someone please get the fire extinguisher, because JK’s heart is burning. The level of flirtatious behaviour, I might need the extinguisher for myself.

When showing the group photo fan JK says how Hobi looks attractive, only for JM to ask “what about me?” Of course JK agrees he is handsome too.

This is how those two behave when they are not alone in the room!! I mean… You just can’t put those two together for a live. If this is what happens when they are not alone, what would happen if they were alone in the room (NJ live 2019 Ahem)…

9-10 December 2017 Wings tour last concerts in Seoul. JK being bold.

What I left out:

This year is filled with so much content, I just couldn’t put it all in, so there a so many cute moments I have left out. Also, Twitter (ahem, some at least), some stage flirtation, including JK’s full attention on JM when speaking, not every hug or touch.

I now know that matching outfits has much significance in SK culture. I didn’t know that when I first had that gut feeling JM and JK were involved. As far as I am concerned, there is enough content even without addressing this subject, so this too I left out.

After JM and JK get back from their trip they seem even closer, if that was possible. They also seem a bit bolder. I mean GCFT people, if that is not boldness I don’t know what is.

I thought 2016 was a plentiful year? Well 2017 surpassed it by miles and miles. The amount of content with the two is enormous. So much so, that there is so much I did not add to my timeline, just because I felt it was too much already.

The abundance in content, to me, is a sign not only of the two getting closer, but also getting louder. Allowing themselves to be seen. This relative new freedom would probably be a result of not only the growth of the strength of their bond, but also, in my opinion, them ‘coming out’ to the group, and most probably, at least by the end of the year, to the most important members of their production team.

This allows them freedom to act more as themselves with the members and production team, while also relying on the latter to ‘hide’ what needs to be hidden, if necessary, and to protect them, sometimes even from themselves. Even if they didn’t all out ‘come out’ to the staff around them, well, by then I think they either more or less know what’s going on, or were turning a blind eye to it. Whichever is true, at the end of the day it didn’t matter. They are all bound by non-disclosure agreements, and would not dare to leak anything they might have seen.

I also believe that the boys, mostly, have a very good relationship with the staff, and as such, none of them would do anything that could potentially really hurt not only JK and JM, but the group as a whole.

JK and JM, by the end of 2017 are finding their groove. There is less pushing and pulling noticeable. They are madly in love and are finding their pace.

To be continued…

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