#you’re the leech i’m the man i guess you don’t understand :(

[lexxieannie]

wasted like half of my summer tryin to hold on your hand

#you’re the leech i’m the man i guess you don’t understand :( #1917 #1917 film #1917 movie #1917 (2019) #blakefield #lance corporal schofield #lance corporal blake #tom blake #will schofield #1917 fanart

[kinopio-writes]

Hello dearie!!

How are you? I hope you're doing well!

I saw that your asks were open,and your content is really cool and silly,So I decided to leave you a nice ask to enjoy!

Could I have a headcanon platonic! Alastor,Vox and Husk finding a random child next to their dead mother, except that they don't really understand that she's dead and think she's sleeping,so they pity the child and take them in?

The child is really polite and nice,pretty calm,too. Sure,they do child stuff,like running around,being excited,etc,but they still are more calm than others.

They always talk about their mother,how she's the only one left,and how they love her.

Would the characters say the truth? Would they lie?

I just love hurt/comfort and platonic relationships so :3

Anyways,I hope that's not too much,and that you enjoy writing this!

Have a really nice day,don't forget to drink and take breaks!

Stay proud!

-Nina <33

A/N: Thank you for the reminders, heh. Btw, I’m going to have to change the reasons as to why they took you in because I just don’t see characters like Alastor and Vox taking you in because of pity. Sorry about that. The rest is untouched. You’ll still get a bit of that hurt/comfort (mostly from Husk, lol. Both Alastor and Vox are non-existent, but Alastor is somehow better than Vox).

Warnings: Mentions of death

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Alastor, Husk, and Vox adopting a deceased mom’s child

Alastor

• Alastor paid no mind to the dead corpse

• it didn’t really look that appetizing anyway

• “How unfortunate.” You heard a weird voice from behind you as a hand was placed on your shoulder. “A child mourning in the demise of its mother. Tragic, really. You have my condolences.”

• “What are you talking about, mister?” You stared up at the mysterious man, watching his eyes flick from your left to right eye while his grin only grew as the seconds went by

• “I think you’ve just found yourself the perfect dwelling,” he abruptly said, letting go of your shoulder to fix his bowtie as he sprung back to life. “Why don’t you come with me?”

• “But what about my mother?”

• “She is in good hands, I can assure you.” He offered his hand to you. “Come along, now. Children shouldn’t dwell long in places like these.”

• and so he took you in to be a patron at his hotel

• I mean, what’s more easier to redeem than a child? (assuming you’re a sinner. I don’t know if it’s canon anymore that only hellborns can reproduce. Look at Cannibal Town’s people)

• he intended to leave you in the rest of the residents��� care while they could only guess what his actual motivation was for taking you in

• but it seemed you ended up favoring him more than the rest

• you’d follow him around like a duckling—a lost puppy—you’re attached to him like a leech

• and you’re so well-behaved, too

• up until he leaves your sight

• he actually leaves the hotel a lot more often now because of that

• he finds you wrecking chaos in the hotel entertaining as hell

• and the fact that the others beg him to come back to calm you down

• I don’t think you would ever know what happened to your mother

• even when you talk about her a lot

• those rambles never really prompt him to say anything

• well, it’s not as if he knew what happened to her

• but, hey, at least he listens!

• maybe it’s because he feels a little nostalgic hearing the way you talk about her…

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Husk

• Husk was fucking spooked when he found you lying beside your dead mother

• not because of the corpse, but because of the way you were staring at him

• with eyes dull and wide open, just like your mother

• while Husk wouldn’t have given two shits if it was a grown-ass adult, you were a child

• so he took you in

• “But what about my mother?”

• “Shi—I, uh—your momma will tag along soon. Now c’mon. She wouldn’t want you out here alone.”

• since Husk is constantly around the hotel, there were never really instances where you wreaked havoc

• you just silently watch him tend the bar and sometimes talk about your mother

• your talks about how much you love her make him feel pretty guilty for some reason

• but he’d probably tell you when you’re older enough

• only if you were asking him about her though

• he wouldn’t want to have to sit you down and tell you something that sensitive of a topic when you didn’t even ask

• “Why don’t I have a mother?” you would suddenly ask when you turned 18

• today was your birthday. Charlie insisted on having a little party for you just like every year. But you didn’t want one; you wanted to be with Husk for the day

• the man in question sighed

• he knew you were building up the courage to ask all day

• “I’m gonna give it to you straight, kid, I don’t know what exactly happened to her. All I know is that she’s in a better place.”

• “Oh…”

• “Do you…wanna talk about it?” He continued, voice a little unsure, “Not as a bartender…but as a dad.”

• you smiled, grateful. “I think I’ve already said plenty when I was younger. But thanks, Dad.”

• he smiled back

• you two would then sit in silence together, basking in each other’s presence

———

Vox

• so, uh, I’m going to have to completely skip the taking you in part with Vox because I genuinely cannot see him adopting a random child (unless he could gain something, but, like, you’re just a kid)

• so you’ll just get the aftermath of it (hope that’s okay)

• based on the way he handled Val’s tantrum, I think it’s safe to assume that he’s somewhat good with children

• but he’s a pretty busy guy

• he doesn’t have the time to take care of a random child, so he’d make sure to keep an eye on you on his cameras

• but despite that, your existence in the tower warrants his

• as you’re too chaotic whenever he isn’t around

• but only around the other expendable employees

• you’re relatively well-behaved when Velvette and Valentino are with you

• but he doesn’t exactly trust them to take care of you

• they aren’t exactly good with children

• so he tried doing video calls

• you will definitely grow up as an iPad kid

• he’d hear you talk about your mom during those calls

• he’d let you go on and on, but it’s not guaranteed that he’ll listen

• I don’t think he would ever tell you what happened to her (he doesn’t know, anyway)

• he won’t lie, he’d just work around your question

• skillfully

• like, extremely so

• even if you ask him directly, he still manages to dodge the question somehow

• I don’t know what else to say, he’s gonna be a pretty distant father—

#hazbin hotel x reader #alastor x reader #husk x reader #vox x reader #child!reader #child reader #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin hotel husk #hazbin hotel vox #kinopiowrites

[sunny-speaks]

Nerd (RIVAL!DACTED x Reader)

First Ren Fic of the new year let's go guys!

Lol, life's been pretty busy and I haven't had as much time to write as I wanted but I guess I have a new aspiration for 2024! Enjoy the fic!

Characters: [REDACTED]/[RIVAL-DACTED] from @14dayswithyou x reader !!

Quick summary: library date??? with [RIVAL-DACTED]??? even though hes a pain to you??? more likely than you would think-

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You groaned into your hand, head starting to slump into the crook of your arm.

You loved academic validation and you were all for getting good grades and all, but…

Studying?

Always found a way to bore you somehow.

You were painfully poring over the midterm research that your postsecondary teacher and lecturer had assigned for your ‘Psychology in Modern Media’ course.

Sure, it was fun and all. But the exams were sooo boring and the prep material?

God awfully boring.

You took a sip from the drink that you got from the nearby coffee store, twirling the near-empty cup in your hand as you wistfully sighed.

High school was something you’d taken for granted, huh… Man, you'd kill to do those stupid assigned readings right now.

You could feel some form of fatigue taking over your body riiight before… “Angel? What are you doing here~?”

That cotton candy bastard showed up.

Ugh! You couldn’t get enough of him! (In a negative sense! In a negative sense!)

He was everywhere!

You spotted his annoyingly attractive face in that dumb coffee shop earlier when he winked at you and five people behind you nearly fainted.

That ridiculously hot face of his was giving you unwanted and unwarranted troubles! You wanted him gone.

He pulled up in that ridiculously tight black bodysuit and that white slasher hoodie of his with too many belts and buckles to keep track of. The same unfortunately went for his pants.

It’s like he was trying to show himself off! Ugh, he knew he was hot shit, didn’t he?!

You glared at him, frustration seeping through, “What do you want now, [REDACTED]? If it’s not your head on a spike, I’m good.”

He raised his arms in mock surrender, “Woah, what’s got you so worked up, Angel? Is it lonely at the top?” He’d let you top him in anything if you wanted… In class, in bed, whatever…

He looked so stupidly attractive with the way his hair framed his face, the way his grin sat perfectly on all his features, the little way his eyebrows creas—

“Ugh, just, shut up, will you?” You scoffed out at him then winced at your volume.

That was rude. Even for you.

You sighed, exasperated, slight guilt remnants on your face. “I- My bad… Just the… exam prep is confusing. And I don’t get it.”

He gave an inquisitive tilt of his head, “Which questions?” He slid into the seat beside you, leaning close enough for you to smell the faint traces of black coffee lingering on your clothes from your previous encounter. You tried to erase that ugly feeling when you saw him smile at a pair of girls from earlier.

(…Does he always smile like that to others?)

(Ha, yeah. Not like you’re anyone special…)

He smiled softly to himself as his breaths got deeper, trying to intake as much of your natural scent as he could. That was something he would always want more of...

(Those pathetic leeches from earlier left their stupid perfume lingering on his clothes… the only way to rid him of it was to sit closer to youuu <3)

Somehow, you were too preoccupied with your stupidly annoying questions to even berate his presence this time.

And if you were a little distracted by how close he was, that was no one else's business.

They’d been giving you way too much trouble for the past… half-hour or so.

You picked up the question sheet and pointed at the parts you didn’t understand, “So, I got what a sociopath should look like and covert signs in that dumb show I had to watch, and I know the ways to find sociopathic responses in someone, but how does that correlate with these random non-associated symptoms portrayed by this character?!”

You involuntarily leaned closer to him as you stabbed the piece of paper with an accusatory finger, frustrated. “I swear! The teacher hates me or something!”

[REDACTED] wouldn’t let it slide if the teacher actually hated you though… He’d ruin her reputation amongst colleagues while keeping her isolated from social media. They’d make all family members repulsed of her and willing to not contact her. And then they’d get her fired from her job. If she ever tried to get another job, he could easily fabricate a couple pieces of incriminating evidence from one of his crime scenes…

But he knew you would find it hot that he's confident in himself and that he's witty. So he wouldn't explain his plan just like that.

He grinned, a condescending quip on the tip of his tongue. “Maybe it’s just because I’m a hotter student.”

You spluttered in indignance, bewildered how he even thought of that. Was he insinuating he was hotter than you?! He might be right then... “Wh-What?! Asshole! Ugh!” Just as you were about to get up, he added onto his comment.

“Also, the answer’s right there.” He twirled a pen with his fingers, softly whistling to himself.

“Huh?!” You couldn’t believe it.

But he was right...?

You read the part he had underlined and circled and… the answer was there. That's... weird.

You didn’t have a clue on how you missed it! It drove you insane for so long, and for what?! For that stupidly sexy jerk to find it in one go?

You groaned reluctantly at the help. Maybe he wasn’t just… y’know, a piece of ass all the time... or a jerk. Maybe he was… kinda smart and nice. “Fine. Good job, I guess, asshat… Why’re you even here, god knows you don’t need to study. Like. Ever.” You eye up and down at his visible muscles that his outfit strains to keep compressed.

He pouts a little at the accusation. “Mm, even I study, angel. Might be hard to believe with a physique as good as mine, but I do take time to work on my studies.”

“Sure. And it was totally by chance that we saw each other at the coffee shop down the street. And that you study at the same library as me.” You drawled on, naming one coincidence after the other until [REDACTED] was subjected to some form of abject embarrassment. "What're you, a copycat?"

You paid that much attention to him? No one else… Just him?

Ooh, his heartbeat practically played hopscotch in his chest at the revelation! But no! He must remain calm and mean! Only for you!

They grinned slyly at you. “Angel, please. I would never even try to copy you. So it must’ve been your idea to imitate me, huh? Bet you stalk me or something,” He lied through their teeth, in the pathological way they were used to. They’d be lying if it wasn’t incredibly ironic.

“Hah, you wish.” Your nose twitched in annoyance. God, he was far too good at riling you up. “Whatever, what’s the answer to…”

And the two of you spent the rest of the day, bickering over answers.

Maybe [REDACTED] had earned a bit, a fraction, of your gratitude.

Maybe you were starting to like them a bit more.

But he’d never know that, it’s not like he reads your phone notes or messages or has cameras in your house.

…Right?

#yandere x reader #✨ full fic #14 days with you #14dwy ren #ren x reader #ren 14 days with you #2024 post lesgo #yandere

[aclowntiny]

Hongjoong + Firsts

Continuing my firsts series 🥰 thanks @xlli3 for also requesting to see this! Don’t mind me giving (y/n) & joong my dream pet for the man of my dreams 🤕

First Date: The first time you officially go out, Hongjoong takes you to a paint night! He loves the idea of you guys receiving the same prompt, hearing the same instructions yet creating something different- to him, this date will more deeply capture some part of both of your essence. He already knows you, so dating is just to strengthen that! The theme is nature and sure enough, you create very different pieces, his an intricate design of plant life while you sketched an animal portrait.

First Time Holding Hands: You’re a few dates in when the late night chatting starts, both of you on your backs stargazing. The sky is like a broken string of pearls, light scattered, and the beauty has your voices quiet with awe even as you spill your innermost thoughts. Insecurity blankets you, though, itching beneath your skin harder than the blades of grass poking through holes of the quilt you laid on. Your quiet voice fails. “I- I don’t know if that makes sense…” Warmth flooded you as Hongjoong’s hand fell atop yours. He sat up, eyes fixing on yours, a soft smile upon his lips. “Of course I understand.”

First Kiss: It’s a little longer before your first kiss, definitely not because he doesn’t want to, but just so the moment is right. It’s early in the morning- a rare, sudden open time in Hongjoong’s schedule that has you getting ready at the crack of dawn. Literally. The two of you stand upon a bridge watching the sunrise, commenting of course on its beauty. “I love getting to see a new beginning like this with you,” you comment, “it feels right.” Something breaks in Hongjoong the moment you say that, drawing him in until your lips connect beneath the day’s first faint rays.

First ‘I Love You’: This was a moment you two would share in private, one that would be special if Hongjoong had anything to say about it. And he did, setting up a rooftop dinner complete with fairy lights just for you. Meal complete, he turns on a speaker, extends a hand. “May I have this dance?” You oblige him, smiling at the extra affection he’s been showing, whether it was the way his hand trailed down your arm at dinner or the way he held you tighter than usual as you swayed. Soon, though, you’re barely moving as he’s pouring his heart out to you, telling you that you’re his muse, his heart. “I love you.”

First Fight: “One day! One day is all I’m asking!” “You don’t think I would give it to you if I could?” All you wanted was for him to show a little spine, get one day off for you but it looked like yet again that wouldn’t be possible. “I don’t know, sometimes I wonder if you even try,” you shoot back, turning away from him. “You don’t think I-” Hongjoong sighs, the intense dark of his eyes subsiding. “Can you not tell how much I love you?” You were ready for him to yell, to keep going back and forth or leech more venom into his words, so the soft entreaty caught you off guard. “I just…” You sighed, too. That wasn’t fair. You knew he tried- seen it in the things he made you by hand and dates he’d set up carefully as arranging a stage. “Sometimes with it all it just feels like I’ll never be as important as your job. I let that take over.” His eyes fluttered shut, one final shudder of frustration draining from Hongjoong before he speaks again. “I know, love. I’ll try. I want to try for you, I do.”

First Anniversary: It seems like a romance novel come to life when you finally lay your eyes upon the surprise Hongjoong said he had for you. “Everyone tends to do rings,” he told you, “so I guess I wanted to do something different.” ‘Something different’ being custom-ordering a unique pair of necklaces for you each, similar but not identical, just like your unique souls. You held the chain with one hand, gently caressing the pendant with the other. It was obvious how much thought had gone into capturing your personality, something that spoke your name. “What do you think?” Hongjoong asks, glancing with a smile of uncertainty that surprised you. “Of course I love them!” You reply, all but rocket-launching into his arms, the pendant lightly striking the back of his jacket. “Happy six months,” his voice rang out in your ear as his hand wrapped around your back, pulling you close.

First Pet: “Are you sure that’s not dangerous?” Giggling, you shake your head. “Nope, he’s just a baby. Worst he can do is a nick if he bites.” “He bites?” “Only if we mess with him. Come on, you liked the idea before. Having cold feet?” Holding up the small young snake plaintively slithering along your hand where he wrapped himself, you watched Hongjoong’s apprehension melt into a smile. “No, not really. You look so cute with him. Got a name?” “Snape.” “Snape the snake?” “Yep.” Hongjoong just shakes his head, chuckling. “Alright, professor. Welcome home,” he bends down to speak to your new baby.

#ateez #ateez imagines #ateez reactions #ateez x reader #ateez scenarios #hongjoong #hongjoong x reader #hongjoong x gender neutral reader #gender neutral reader #firsts with ateez

[chaoffee]

The sound of rain

Characters: Venti x gn reader Genre: Comfort Warnings: ooc perhaps , not proofread Word Count: 803 Notes: Man does it feel good to write for Venti again. I love my silly little bard skfifeiibfe this was supposed to simply be a comfort fic but than I started giggling and added some crack (is that the right word to use here?). Not sure if it feels flowy to read but hope y'all venti enjoyers enjoy •○─

You sat by the front door, listening to the rain fall with closed eyes. The sound of the rain and distant thunder helped quiet your mind. The chill keeping you grounded from getting lost in your thoughts again. Before you got here, sitting by the front door, listening to the rain, you were trying to fall asleep. However, your mind and anxiety had kept you awake with all the racing thoughts plaguing you like leeches that suck themselves onto someone. You needed to escape your thoughts and the only distraction you could think of was listening to the rain. Footsteps on wooden floor caught your ears, having you turn your head towards the person causing them. Your eyes meet those of aqua green. Venti gave you a smile, tilting his head to side, “I thought the wind was leading me somewhere, and here you are, with the wind whistling through the door.” The bard plopped himself next to you, closing his eyes to take in the scent of the rain wafting inside from the door.

You laughed softly, “Are you sure I’m what the wind led you to?”.

Venti grins, opening his eyes, winking, “The wind wouldn’t lead me astray, especially when it leads me to see your face.”

You rolled your eyes, smiling softly, “Smooth talker.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, my love.” he says chuckling. “Although I must ask, what are you doing here of all places?” he gestures to the open front door.

A sigh leaves you, leaving you feeling heavy as you recall the reason you’re sitting here, listening to the rain. You close your eyes, laying your head against the hard doorframe. “My thoughts wouldn’t let me rest. So, I came here to listen to the rain in hopes to quiet them.”

Venti hums in understanding, “I see. Nature’s melodies do have some form of calming characteristic to them. But you’ll catch a cold sitting here without something warm to cover yourself with.”

Before you could even utter a reply to Venti had stood up and quickly disappeared deeper into the dark house. If you could guess, he probably went to go get you a jacket or a blanket. Maybe some snacks or water too. While waiting for him, you pondered on the things he could be bringing along with him.

A loud thump and a yelp startled you from your thoughts, seconds later Venti’s figure appears in the darkness, holding something. “What happened?” You asked worried. Venti plops himself next to you grinning sheepishly, the thing he was holding earlier appearing to be a blanket. “It appears I don’t know where some of the things in the house are.”

You stared at him for a few moments before laughter bubbled out of you. “Don’t laugh! It’s not funny!” Venti whines, pouting slightly. “You’re right,” you stifle your laughter, trying to look serious, “it’s not funny at all. You didn’t hurt the thing you walked into, right?”

Venti gapes at you, enabling your laughter once more, “Aren’t you supposed to ask me if I’m okay after walking into something?!”

“You seemed fine while walking over, I can’t see the thing you walked into, so I need to ask how the thing is doing.” you teased him.

“I’m sure the thing is fine, my knee isn’t. I’m going to have a bruise! And here you are asking me whether the thing I walked into is okay? I’m offended! I even brought you a blanket!” Venti dramatically complains. He folds his arms across his chest, pouting.

You snicker at his theatrics. “Quite the baby aren’t you, Venti?”

He gasps in offense, “How dare you call me such a thing?! Fine, I’ll just take this blanket I brought specially for you and go put it back.”

You chuckle, stopping him from standing up by taking his hand, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’ll stop teasing you now. Thank you for bringing me the blanket. I appreciate it.”

You give him a genuine smile, and oh, how can he stay mad when you look at him like that. He shakes his head, a smile replacing the pout he had on his face. Taking the blanket from his lap, he motions for you to sit forward a bit. You comply, leaning forward, feeling the light weight of the blanket drape over one side of you. The other half of the blanket being occupied by Venti himself, who seemed to have decided he’ll be keeping you company. Not that you minded. His presence next to you was always welcomed with open arms by you.

The two of you snuggled together, with you placing your head on his shoulder, and his resting gently on top of yours. The two of you indulging in idle chatter until you inevitably fell asleep. Finally feeling at peace.

#chaoffee fics #astronetwrk #venti x reader #genshin x gn reader #venti x gn!reader #venti the bard #genshin x reader #genshin imagines

[starscrimbly]

Percy jackson show has consumed my mind as of recently and i have been given severe brain rot. So before my brain explodes here’s my PJO playlist and the lines/characters that got me to put each song there in the first place

- seven by Taylor Swift

- Annabeth & Percy w/ Grover

- “I’ve been meaning to tell you I think your house is haunted”

- The Family Jewels by MARINA

- All the Demigods really but specifically Piper and her attitude towards Drew

- “Did I beat you at your own game? typical of me to put us all to shame”

- Brutus by the Buttress

- Luke and his relationship with Hermes

- “And as I set to face it, I’m unsure should I embrace it, should I run? What motivates me? Hatred? Is it love?”

- Also Clarisse (I will never be my fathers favorite son) La Rue and how she first feels about Percy

- “Whats more wrong; that I too wish to be great or my mother (father) wished she’d had a son?”

- Not Strong Enough by boygenius

- LITERALLY EVERY DEMIGOD EVER

- “Always an angel, never a god.”

- Percy & his speech that was like every undiagnosed autistic kids 3 am thoughts

- “I don’t know why I am the way I am”

- Soldier, Poet, King by the Oh Hellos

- Annabeth, Grover, Percy

- do i even need to explain, the whole song literally

- The Archer by Taylor Swift

- Thalia (she is THE ARCHER)

- “I’ve been the archer, I’ve been the prey. Who could ever leave me darling, and who could stay?”

- this is me trying by Taylor Swift

- Annabeth: directed at her mother

- “I was so ahead of the curve that the curve became a sphere… I just wanted you to know this is me trying.”

- Achilles Come Down by Gang of Youths

- Clarisse and Silena as an Achilles & Patroclus parallel

- “The self is not so weightless nor whole and unbroken… so jump and I’m jumping since there is no me without you.”

- I Bet on Losing Dogs by Mitski

- Percy with every demigod ever :( (Ethan, Luke, Zoe, Bianca, Silena, Charles…)

- “I bet on losing, I know they’re losing and I pay for my place by the ring… I’m losing by their side”

- Class of 2013 by Mitski

- Annabeth

- “And I’ll leave once I figure out how to pay for my own life too, Mom, would you wash my back this once, and then we can forget...”

- Last words of a Shooting Star

- Zoe (I can see the stars m’lady)

- “And you’d say you love me and look in my eyes but I know through mine you were looking in yours… I am relieved I left my room tidy goodbye”

- Wasted Summer by juju

- Annabeth and her relationship with Luke

- “I wasted like half of my summer(s) tryna hold on your hand you’re the leech I’m the man I guess you don’t understand”

- Bite the Hand by boygenius

- The campers to their godly parents

- “Maybe I’m afraid of you I’ll bite the hand that feeds me, bite the hand, I’ll bite the hand that needs me”

- Vampire Empire (demo version) by big thief

- Annabeth & Athena (also her dad) but also like every demigod and their parent

- “You turn me inside out then you want me outside in you spin me all around and then you ask me not to spin”

- Cool About it by boygenius

- Nico with Percy post crush reveal

- “I’ll pretend being with you doesn’t feel like drowning, tellin you it’s nice to see how good your doing even though we know it isn’t true”

- Letter to an Old Poet by boygenius

- Annabeth & Thalia towards Luke

- “You’re not special you’re evil, you don’t get to tell me to calm down.”

- Come Over Again by Crawlers

- Annabeth with Luke when talking about Thalia

- “Take her name out of your mouth you don’t deserve to mourn.”

- Goodbye, My Danish Sweetheart by Mitski

- Annabeth with Athena (disregard the romance)

- “I don’t blame you if you want to bury me in your memory I’m not the girl I ought to be”

- First Love/Late Spring

- Annabeth and Percy

- “And I was so young when I behaved 25 and now I find I’ve grown into a tall child.”

- Eat your Young by Hozier

- The Gods constantly sending their kids into hopeless situations and not caring

- “Seven new ways you can eat your young, come and get some, skinnin’ the children for a war drum.”

- Inkpot Gods by The Amazing Devil

- ANNABETH AND PERCY

- Percy: “Please, let her live just one more day cause she is so much more than all her scars… I’ll stay, because I will be the man my father never was”

- Annabeth: “Please rest assured that you might not fear a man, but to a woman, by the end, you’ll kneel and plea. Cause I’m more than what my mum told me to be”

- I Know the End by Phoebe Bridgers

- Percy, Annabeth and Grover: specifically the lightning bolt quest

- “Let the ultraviolet cover me up, whent lookiung for a creation myth… slot machines, fear of god, windows down, heater on, big bolts of lightning hanging low”

- Never Love an Anchor by The Crane Wives

- Hermes and Luke

- Luke: “On some level I think I understood, that a ship could never really love an anchor, so I did the only thing that I could and severed the rope to set you sailing from my harbor.”

- Hermes: “And you'll never see the reasons I had, for keeping my claws away when they were close enough to hurt you, I am selfish, I am broken, I am cruel… wonder why they never soothed your fevers? And wonder why they never tied your shoes?”

#percy jackon and the olympians #spotify playlist #character playlist #concept playlist #music playlist #percy and annabeth #percy pjo #percy jackson #percy and grover #percy jackson show #luke castellan #nico di angelo #clarisse la rue #silena beauregard #grover underwood #annabeth chase #thalia grace

[allright]

I WASTED LIKE HALF OF MY SUMMER TRYNA HOLD ONTO YOUR HAND / YOU’RE THE LEECH, I’M THE MAN / I GUESS YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND

#been stuck in my head ever since it was released #wasted summers by juju<3 #all.right

[achillescome-down]

anyway

I WASTED LIKE HALF OF MY SUMMER TRYNA HOLD ON YOUR HAND. YOU’RE THE LEECH I’M THE MAN, I GUESS YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND. HOLDING HANDS, SAY I CAN’T. YOU’RE TELLING ME, YES I CAN. YES I CAN. YES I CAN.

#literally cutest song #wasted summers #juju<3

[percyjavksongf]

“I wasted like half of my summer tryna hold on your hand, you’re the leech I’m the man I guess you don’t understand”

HOLDING HANDS, SAY I CAN’T, YOU’RE TELLING ME YES I CAN, YES I CAN

YES I CAN.

This song has been stuck in my head all day

Also the song is on Spotify ‘wasted summers’ by juju<3

#summer #summer aesthetic #summer 2023 #y2k summer #lyrics #pintetest #moodboard

[justcallmefox89]

Love Island: Ex in the Villa - Chapter One

It’s the first day in the Villa for introvert Eòin, who’s been single since a bad breakup a few years ago.  There’s more to this shy single than meets the eye, and he’s got a few secrets.  But secrets don’t stay secret for long in the Villa

Features a mostly bisexual cast and a male MC.           

           “You look like hell.”

           I shrug at the producer. “I can always leave.”

           Ethan grins at me. “Just so you know that threat will only work so many times before I quit believing you.  Besides, I never said you looked bad.”

           I roll my eyes and fight back a grin.  “You’re ridiculous.”

           “Made you smile though.”

           Considering Ethan looks like sex walking packed into six feet of muscled perfection, I bet anyone with a pulse who’s even remotely attracted to men would smile around him.  I choose to keep that thought to myself.

           “I still don’t understand why I’m going in with the girls.  Shouldn’t I be waiting with the rest of the guys?” I ask, nervously tying up, then letting down my long, black hair.

           “Things are a little different this season since we’re starting over with a brand new production team,” Ethan answers, the warmth suddenly leeching out of his brown eyes. “Any nearly every cast member is bi, so we thought it would be a fun idea to have a mixed group doing the choosing this time.”

           “Uh-huh.”

           “Oh, don’t look at me like that.  I know you have some concerns about doing the show, but I promise I really am on your side, Eòin.”

           I gnaw on my cuticle and stare at him skeptically.

           “Hey, hey.”  He steps towards me and places his hands on my shoulders.  “I know you’re worried, but everything is going to be fine.  And you’ll have me in your corner every step of the way.”

           Warm hands.  Big, warm hands.  He’s so pretty.  Abort, abort, abort!

           I step away from him and quickly push the inappropriate thought out of my head.  Catching feelings for anyone on this show would be stupid, but falling for a producer would be next level idiocy, even for me.  

           “Alright, it’s showtime.  You ready to go?”

           I hastily run my hands through my hair and try to smooth some of the wrinkles from my shirt.  “Yeah, I guess so.”

           Ethan guides me to the end of the drive, positioning me until he’s happy with the lighting and camera angles.  “OK, you’ll walk up to the Villa and the girls are going to come out to meet you.  There will be a few minutes for introductions and then we’ll call you out to meet the others and have you make first your coupling picks.”

           “Got it.”  I take a few deep breaths and bounce up and down on my toes, trying to psyche myself up.  “K.  I’m ready.”

           Ethan nods and signals for the cameraman to begin filming.  I make it three steps down the drive before he’s shouting.

           “Come on, Eòin!  You need to look like you’re happy to be here!  You’re excited, this is your summer to find love… I need the viewers to believe it.  That’s the saddest walk I’ve ever seen.”

           I will not strangle this man in front of all these witnesses, I will not strangle this man in front of all these witnesses…..

           “That’s how I walk, Ethan.  It’s how I’ve been doing it for over twenty-six years now, and I’ve always been very successful.”

           He hustles to my side. “We’re trying to sell a fantasy.  You need to either make people want you or want to be you.  We need you to give us some energy, some sex appeal.”

           “I have neither of those things,” I say, blinking up at him from my diminutive height of five feet four inches.    

           “Liar.”  Ethan’s full lips curve into a playful smirk.  “I’ve seen you on stage.  You’ve got sexiness in spades; you just need to let everyone see it.”

           He thinks I’m sexy?

           My heart does a traitorous little pitter-pat in my chest.  

           “We’re going to start rolling again.  You can do this.”  He pats my shoulder and once again takes his place next to the cameras.

           I close my eyes and take a deep breath, mentally preparing myself.  I start to go through my pre-show checklist.  Shoulders back, spine straight, arms loose, sway my hips, barest hint of a smile on my lips.  And walk.

           “Perfect!”  Ethan gives me a thumbs up.

           The soles of my sneakers scuff along the cobblestone of the drive and I focus on that sound as the Villa’s iconic entrance comes into sight.  The door flies open, and a cute, bouncy blonde girl bounds outside to greet me.

           “There you are!  We were wondering when the last one of us would get here!  I’m Dana, and you’re a total spice bomb!”  She flashes me an adorable smile.  “So pumped you’re going to be in the Villa with us!  But here I am rambling on, and I haven’t even asked your name.”

           I return her smile with a shy one of my own, praying that I haven’t started to blush.  It’s been a long time since I’ve been on the receiving end of so much attention from such an attractive person.  “Hey.  I’m Eòin.”

           “So great to meet ya, Eòin!  Can’t believe we’re all here.  I was a bag of nerves walking in.  How are you feeling about being in the Villa, Eòin?”

           “Um, I wasn’t even goi-”  I stop talking when I notice Ethan waving his arms and making aggressive slashing motions over his throat.  “Insanely nervous, to be honest.  I’ve never done anything like this before.”

           “Then we’re not alone! And you’re totally going to boss this. I can already tell,” Dana reassures me. “In fact, we’ll boss it together. I’ve got you, Eòin.  Who knows what will happen.. or exactly what your summer on Love Island will be?  Come on, let’s get inside.  I can’t wait for you to meet Kat… and she’s got a surprise for you, too!”

           I follow Dana to the garden, glancing quickly at Ethan, who narrows his eyes at me in warning. The sudden pop! of a champagne cork makes me jump, and pulls my attention away from the producer.

           “Cork popped just as you walked in.  That’s gotta be a sign,” says the sultry brunette holding a foaming champagne bottle.

           “Eòin, this is Kat!  I made her wait until you showed up to pop the fizz,” Dana quickly introduces us.

           “And I ain’t a patient girl.  Still, Dana bet you’d be a proper ten.  And she was bang on.”  Kat trails her eyes appraisingly over my body.  “Now I guess we’ll see how well you take a compliment…”  

           “Thanks, darlin’.  You’re both absolute worldies.”

           Kat wrinkles her nose at my accent.  “Where you from, love?”

           “Kat!” Dana scolds her.

           I huff out a soft laugh.  “Scottish mum, but my dad’s Louisiana Cajun.”

           “American?”  Both girls eyes widen in interest.

           “Yeah.”

           “Well I appreciate the compliment.  Glad to hear you’ve got good taste, babe.  Even if you’re just stating the obvious.”  Kat gives me an arrogant smirk.

           Okaaaay.

           “Alright, enough chat. The champers is popped, and no way can we let good bubbles go to wastes,” Kat declares.  

           “Same!”  Dana grabs a glass and holds it aloft.  “Let’s get this party started!  Should we make a toast?”

           “Ohh… I’ll start, you finish it, Eòin .  Here’s to a summer of…” Kat trails off, looking at me expectantly.

           Out of the corner of my eye I see Ethan spreading his arms wide and waving them around.  

           Jesus Christ.

           Internally rolling my eyes, I paste on a smile, raise my champagne glass, and lie like a rug.  “Here’s to a summer of love!  I’m all about the heart, ladies.”

           “He’s after true love!  Goals – but maybe not mine.”  Dana bumps her shoulder into mine playfully.  “Hoping the Villa changes that though.”

           Kat snickers.  “Open to love for sure, but lust is a must for me.”

           We all clink our glasses together and take our first sips.  

           “So what are your types on paper then?” I ask hesitantly.  I can already feel the stirring of attraction towards Dana, and I’d rather find out now if I’m not her type.

           Dana finishes off her champagne.  “Love anyone who can make me laugh until I cry.  If you’ve got the bants, you’re getting in my pants.”

           “Oh my god!” I wheeze, laughing and trying to drink at the same time.  

           Kat shrugs.  “I don’t really have a type.  As long as they’re a 6-foot, confident bad boy, with muscles and tats.  I get bored fast, and I need a boy who can keep me on my toes.  Or I’ll run riot.”

           “Keeping it nice and shallow, I see,” I murmur to Dana under my breath.  She snickers quietly and pours us both another drink.

           “I might mix it up a bit in here,” Kat continues.  “My nan wants me to find a nice boy.  I must have dated every player in Basildon.”

           “I might’ve dated one or two of those in Manchester,” Dana chimes in.  “What about you, Eòin?”

           I shrug, suddenly intensely interested in bubbles swirling around in my glass.  “I haven’t really dated much.  My only serious relationship ended about two years ago… and my work makes it hard to get to know someone.  So uh, yeah.”

           Dana gives my hand a comforting squeeze.  “Then hopefully this summer you get a chance to meet someone special.”

           “Yeah, I hope so,” I whisper, smiling softly as I look into her piercing blue eyes.

           Kat’s phone pings. “I got a text!  Ok it says… Get ready to meet the other Islanders!  But there might be an unexpected surprise for one of you!  #HereComeTheBoys #FirstCoupling.”

           “Just boys?”  Dana’s eyebrows shoot up in surprise.

           Kat throws an arms around her shoulders.  “If we’re going to be the only girls we should take advantage of it.  Let’s go get ready!”  

           The pair dash of into the Villa while I slowly walk behind them, my stomach churning with anxiety. I try to motion Ethan over to me, but he avoids my eyes and draws another producer into conversation.  Occasionally the two glance over at me, and Ethan scowls as the second producer shakes her head.

           Oh, that’s not suspicious at all. 

           Kat and Dana buzz around the dressing room while I pick through my clothes in the bedroom.  

           “What do you think the unexpected surprise is?” I call to them.  

           “I reckon there’s gonna be a proper plot twist lined up for us this season.”  Kat appears in the door way, bronzer in hand.  “Which means we need to be ready for anything!”  She raises a fluffy makeup brush in the air to emphasis her point.

           “So looking best is a must-must-must.”  Dana has a bikini in each hand.

           “I can’t stop worrying about this surprise.”  I fall back onto a bed and pull a pillow over my face.  

           “You know it’s gonna be big!” Kat shouts over the sounds of her hair dryer.

           Dana snatches my pillow away.  “Don’t stress.  Dress!”

           “Hey!”  I make a grab for it but she’s quicker.  She smacks the pillow against my chest, then skips away, giggling.

           “The text said it’s about one of us.  And even if it’s not about me, I always want to stand out.”  Kat strides to the closet, critically examining its contents.

           Dana nods.  “Agree.  First impressions are massive in the Villa.”

           “I’ve got a cheeky feeling this surprise is about Eòin.”  Kat cuts her eyes to me.

           I frown, nibbling on my lower lip.  “Really?”

           She shrugs.  “Just a hunch.  So this is the time to go big with your look.”

           “Yeah, you’re a hottie! The hair, the eyes, your skin. But you’d look even hotter in those tropical boardshorts.  Why don’t you try them on?” Dana urges me.

           “I know you’re my competition, but you’d defo be the best dressed for the first recoupling,” Kat chimes in.

           Dana lowers her eyes, then coyly looks up at me beneath her lashes.  “Even I want to choose you in that look!  You’ll be turning all the heads.  So are you going to wear that and stand out for the first coupling?”

           Dana’s adorable, but Jesus and all his saints couldn’t get me to wear that hot pink and turquoise monstrosity on international television.

           “Um… I’m going to check what else I brought,” I say quickly, ducking back into the safety of the bedroom and rummaging through my suitcase.  I settle on an outfit and go into the bathroom, shutting and locking the door behind me.

           “You shy babes?” Kat calls through the door with a laugh.

           I pull on my clothes in a rush, nodding with approval at my reflection when I’m done.  The long sleeve Def Leppard concert t-shirt is so old and worn, it’s threadbare and see-through in some places, but it’s light and soft, the clothing equivalent of a warm hug.  Plain, knee-length black boardshorts, and black thongs complete the look.  

           It might be a bit plain, but it’s me.

           My phone chimes, the noise loud in the empty bathroom.  I run back into the dressing room and share the text with the girls.  “Eòin, the boys are waiting by the pool for the first coupling.  You get the first pick of the boys.  #TakeYourPick  #FirstChoice.”

           Oh god…

           Kat scowls.  “As if you get first choice!”

           “Go get ‘em!”  Dana gives me a gentle push out the door.

           I step out into the garden and find two boys waiting for me by the pool.  Kat and Dana follow me at a distance, peeking out of the Villa to watch the proceedings.  Both boys cheer when the see me, calming some of my nerves.  

           “Here we go!”  The blonde sends me a smoldering smile.

           “Now we’re talking,” the other one adds with a cheesy grin.

           The blonde runs a hand through his hair, showing off a sculpted chest and abs I have a sudden urge to lick.  “Love the outfit babes.  All the flames.”

           “You look blinding, darlin’.  Hot first impression!”  The second boy seems like a sweetheart, he gives off a genuine vibe that I instantly find myself drawn too.

           “You’re on, Eòin!  How do you want to play this?” Dana stage whispers from the doorway.

           I anxiously tug on the cuff of my shirt and offer the boys a tiny wave.  “Um, hi.  I’m Eòin.”

           “No need to be nervous, darlin’,” the brunette says soothingly.  “I’m Alfie.  You seem like a total vibe, and I reckon we’re gonna have a laugh.”

           I manage a small smile. Alfie seems pretty loud and boisterous, which is the antithesis of what I’m normally into.  But he seems nice.

           And nice can be good.

           The other boy steps into my line of sight.  “Hey, Eòin. My name’s Eddie.  And you are absolutely my type on paper.”

           I bite my lower lip. “That so?”

           “I saw some factor 50 by the daybeds if ya wanna law it on a little thicker,” Alfie jokingly interrupts.

            “Just being real bro,” Eddie smoothly responds.

           “Just winding you up a little bit Eddie-mate.”

           Maybe Alfie’s not going to be a good fit after all.

           I tilt my head to the side, a little confused.  “Is it just you two then?”

           Ethan signals to someone and another boy comes around the corner, swaggering towards us.

           “Oh no.”  My voice is a barely there whisper and I press a hand to my stomach in an effort to stop the sudden urge to vomit.  My hands start shaking and a cold chill sweeps over my body.

           “Hey gorgeous.”  Suresh winks at me.  “I always knew we’d see each other again.”

           I curl in on myself, keeping my gaze locked onto my feet.  I blink rapidly, fighting the sting of oncoming tears.

           “Do I still make you speechless after all this time?” Suresh teases.

           I clench my jaw tightly and try to control my breathing.  The world becomes fuzzy at the edges, and everyone sounds as if they’re speaking underwater.

           “Something’s wrong, we need to stop,” Ethan says.  “Cut.  Cut the cameras.”

           “No, this is perfect,” the other producer, Vanessa, overrules him.  “This is exactly the kind of emotional response people want to see.”

           He glares at her helplessly.  “Fine,” he grits out.

           “You’re really not going to say anything after all this time?” Suresh demands, annoyed.

           I shrug, still looking at the ground.

           “For fuck’s sake, Eòin…” he growls.

           “Dude, back off,” Alfie interjects, stepping between us.  “He’s obviously uncomfortable right now.”

           “Anyone care to explain what exactly is going on?” Eddie asks.

           “We used to be together,” I manage to say quietly.

           “For nearly two years.” Suresh flashes the boys a cocky smirk. “I could say a lot more.  But I don’t kiss and tell.”

           “Something tells me you’re leaving out a big part of the story,” Alfie says.  “And that’s probably why Eòin isn’t exactly happy to see you.”

           “Getting the same feeling.  What went down?”  Eddie casts me a worried look.

           Suresh shrugs.  “That’s personal between me and Eòin.  All I’m saying is mistakes were made and we broke up.   Well, he broke up with me.”

           My head snaps up.  “Mistakes?  That’s what you’re calling it?  Why don’t you tell everyone what those mistakes were, Suresh?”  I’m unable to hide the hurt that creeps into my voice.

           “Wow, we’re going there straight off?  There’s a lot more to it than this.  Defo two sides to the story.”

           I hunch my shoulders and lower my head, trying to escape his scowl.

           Two sides my pasty white ass.

           “Spill, geezer.”   Alfie gives him a hard look.

           “I slipped up one night,” Suresh mumbles, avoiding everyone’s eyes.

           “Not cool,” Eddie snaps.

           “It was a one time thing,” Suresh tries to defend himself.

           “Nah, geez, it’s never just one time.”  Alfie looks disgusted.

           Suresh shrugs, cocky grin firmly back in place.  “Well, there’s a lot you don’t know.  But me being here changes the game, boys.”

           “Or me and Alfie just became better options!”

           “Good point, mate.”  Alfie nudges Eddie and smiles.  “What do you think, Eòin?  Do me and Eddie stand a better chance of coupling up with you now that your ex is in the Villa?”

           “Um… yeah, probably,” I answer him shyly.  

           “Why eat stale bread when you’ve got two freshly baked loaves to bite into right here?”

           Eddie nods.  “I’m with Alfie.  I might be ready to step forward right now.  Anyway, I’ve been pumped to get to know you since you first walked out!”

           Alfie giggles.  “Cheers, Eddie, love you too mate!” He pauses.  “Oh wait, you meant Eòin?  That makes more sense.”

           Way too full on, my guy.

           I smile wanly.  “Have you always been a joker, Alfie?”

           “Yep.  I get it from my old man.  He’s always cracking me up at work.  We’ve got a family building firm.”  

           “What do you build?”

           “For starters I could build a wall between you and Suresh if you want?”

           Alfie’s unexpected offer draws a startled laugh out of me.

           “Hilarious,” Suresh snarls, while Eddie chuckles appreciatively.

           Alfie studies me intently.  “What do you say, Eòin?  Am I ticking a few boxes?”

           I nod timidly, afraid to do much more under Suresh’s intense scrutiny.  “So what about you, Eddie?  What do you do?”

           “I’m a country boy originally.  But often in London chilling with mates or doing modelling work.  My mum always said I have a face any girl would love,” he says cheekily.  “Little did she know the boys would love it too.  And luckily my agent agrees.”

           Suresh scoffs.  “Mate… are you serious?”

           “Nah, just bantering.”  Eddie shrugs.  “Truth is I’ve been single a while and I’m definitely read for something serious… with the right person.  What do you say, Eòin?  Could I be a bit of you?”

           “You think I might be a bit of you?”  I tuck my hair behind my ears and straighten up, trying to seem a bit more confident.

           “I like what I’m seeing so far.”  

           “Me too.”  We share a small, private smile.

           Suresh shakes his head and lets out a low huff.  

           “Glad you’re on board.  You’re stunning Eòin, and seem like you’d be a vibe.”  Eddie subtly flexes, showing off his impressive biceps, and I bring a hand to my mouth to check for drool.

           “What about me, babe?  Don’t I get a chance to have a proper chat?”  Suresh arches one dark eyebrow at me.

           “I-I-I…” I inhale, trying to get my stutter under control.  “I don’t think I want to talk to you right now.”

           Suresh looks away, his jaw tightening just a little.

           “All right then. Time to chose who to couple up with!”  Alfie claps his hands.

           “OK… um step forward if you’re into me.  Please.”   I wring my hands together, hoping Suresh doesn’t.

           Alfie steps forwards first, shrugging his shoulders with disarming confidence.  “I was always stepping forward for ya, darlin’.”

           Eddie steps forward next, rubbing the back of his neck with a boyish charm.  “For what it’s worth I think there’s real chemistry here, Eòin.”

           Nice.

           A frisson of excitement runs through me at Eddie’s words.  And then Suresh steps forward.

           “I know there’s chemistry here, so no sense hanging back.”  He smirks, his dark eyes sweeping over me.  I squirm and try to fight the blush that I know must be creeping up my cheeks.

           Alfie raises his eyebrows in disbelief.  “You really think he’s going to pick you with that attitude?”

           “This boy’s full of surprises.  Our future’s a bit of a mystery.  Like our past.”

           “Whatever, bro.”  Eddie rolls his eyes.  “So who are you going to couple up with, Eòin?”

           I anxiously chew on my thumbnail and dart my eyes to Ethan, hoping he’ll give me some instruction on what to do.  

           Alfie seems nice, but way too much for me, I think.  I can’t deal with Suresh right now.  Eddie’s the most my type… but I don’t know.  There’s something about him that I can’t quite put my finger on.

           Ethan quickly puts me out of my misery.  “Alfie,” he mouths.

           “I’d like to couple up with Alfie,” I announce.

           Suresh sends me a dirty look while Eddie just looks disappointed.

           Alfie gives me a tender hug when I go to stand next to him.  “So happy you picked me, darlin’.”

           “Sorry to break this up… but not really!”  Kat barges into the garden.  “Girl’s gotta get her time.  Hey boys, I’m Kat!”

           “Hey lovely,” Eddie purrs.

           “Alright, Kat?”  

           I do a double take at the big, stupid grin on Alfie’s face.

           Fucking really?

           She preens under their attention.  “From the looks on your faces, I can tell I’m not disappointing you.  P.S. I never do.”  She looks over the boys, her eyes lingering over Suresh the longest.  “Especially this one.  Couldn’t help but hear the surprise.  We’ve got an ex in the Villa….  Feels a little weird that I’m not the one bringing the drama for once.  But it’s early days.  Feeling curious about you, Suresh.  I’ve always loved a bad boy.  But even nice boys go bad around me.  You’ve been warned.”

           “Coming on strong, Kat, that’s for sure.”  Alfie’s doing a really poor job of hiding his interest.

           “I don’t know any other way, so if you like what you see, you know what to do.”  She winks at him.

           Suresh looks at Kat teasingly, then he and Eddie both step forward.  “You’ve defo caught my eye.”

            A sharp pain strikes me somewhere in the vicinity of my heart, but I resolutely ignore it.

           Eddie grins at her.  “I had to step forward.  You’re a ten babe.”

          “Thanks, boys.  You’re both absolute fire too.  I could see me having fun with either of you.”  She glances at Alfie suggestively.  “But there’s something about your cheeky grin and that bod, Alfie.  So sorry, Eòin.  I’ve gotta go with my gut and couple up with… Alfie.”

          “Are you fucking serious?” I hiss at her.

           She smiles at me innocently and takes her place at Alfie’s side.

           The text alert sounds on my phone.  “Eòin, as Kat has coupled with your partner, you are now single.  Please make your way to the subs bench.”

           “Sorry, babes.  I didn’t come to the Villa to not get what I want,” Kat says triumphantly.  She pulls Alfie close and runs her hands all over his body with a sexy purr.

            I show her both my middle fingers and give her a dirty look before stalking away and taking a seat on the bench.

           “Really, Eòin?” Ethan scolds me from the sidelines.

           For good measure I flip him off too, then cross my arms over my chest with a huff.

           “Real mature,” he mutters.

           I open my mouth to respond but Dana interrupts, approaching the boys with a warm, sassy smile and boat loads of confidence, until she stumbles in her heels.

           “Whoa, all good there?” Alfie asks in concern.

           “All good,” she laughs.  “I’m not used to heels.  Thought I’d make an effort, it being the first day and all.  You’re welcome.”

           Everyone but me laughs, Dana’s infectious charm intriguing them.  Eddie and Suresh stand alone, Alfie has his arm wrapped around Kat’s waist.

            Wow.

            Eddie steps forward immediately.  “Well, you’re looking great, Dana.  So I’m going to step straight forward for you.”

           Suresh looks at me but stays still, saying nothing.

           “I had a nightmare last night that no one stepped forward.  So, I’m glad I’m living a sweet dream right now.  Cheers, Eddie.  I heard your chat and I’d love to couple up with you.”  The two hug.

           Suresh smirks at me… we’re now coupled by default.  “When it’s meant to be, it’s meant to be.”

            I must have been a murderer in a past life.

            I stay sitting on the bench, shell-shocked.

           “Eòin!  Go stand by Suresh!” Vanessa screams at me after a few moments.

            I obey, dragging my feet.  I stop about seven feet away from him, refusing to get any closer.

            Eddie chuckles awkwardly.  “Well that was eventful.”

           “First coupling done and dusted.  What’s next?”  Alfie cuddles a little closer to Kat.

           Gag me.

           Dana’s phone goes off.  “The first coupling isn’t Finn-ished yet.  #Bombshell coming,” she reads out.  “Love it!”

          “Oh my days!”  Kat exclaims.  Her jaw hits the floor as a redheaded hunky mountain man with tats and muscles swaggers across the garden.

          “Hello, beautiful people!” he calls with a charming smile.

          Alfie’s eyes go wide.  “Aw mate.  Look at this sexy pirate guy!”

         “Type. On. Paper,” Kat murmurs.

          This bitch.

          “Wow.  You haven’t been with Alfie, who you stole from me, for more than ten minutes and now you’re chasing after a new guy.  Real classy,” I sneer.

           She shoots me a nasty look but otherwise ignores me, choosing instead to focus on the new boy.

           “What’s the craic, people?  I’m Finn.”

           “Finn!  You sound Irish!  I love your accent!”  Dana skips over to him, seemingly forgetting all about Eddie.

           “Very kind.  Yeah, I’m from Dublin.  You’re all looking unbelievable,” he says, gazing at all of us in turn.  “How lucky are we?”

           Alfie and Eddie exchange a worried look, Suresh doesn’t seem bothered at all.  

           “I got a text!”  Finn pulls out his phone.  “Finn, in twenty four hours you’ll get to couple up with a person of your choice.  The person no longer in a couple will be left single and at risk.  #StealingHearts  #TakeYourPick  Wow, sorry all.”

           Awkward silence hangs in the air as everyone takes in the news.  I pick at my cuticles, already trying to plan the quickest way to escape the Villa.  

          “Loving your tats, babe.”  Kat struts up to Finn and runs her hands over his chest.  He grins at her.

          “So who do you like the look of then, Finn?” Eddie asks.

          “In other words, who needs to be worried?” Alfie adds.

          “Boys, boys, boys.  You’ll find out soon enough.”

          “Wow, you’re almost as bold as me, Finn,” Suresh comments.

          “I’ve barely got started, fella.  But on first impressions these three are ticking all the boxes.”  Finn points towards Dana, Kat, and me.  He shoots me a sexy look.  “Eòin, Suresh is your ex?  Let’s just say he’s got great taste.  You’re a real beour.”  

           I momentarily abandon my plan to escape.  “What’s a beour?”

          “It means beauty where I’m from.”

           The giggle pops out before I can stop it.  I bring my hands up to cover my burning cheeks and smile at Finn shyly.  Suresh suddenly looks a bit less comfortable.  

            “I thought Eddie’s abs were impressive.  But Finn, you’re something else,” Kat interrupts us.

           “I like to stay in shape for sure.  You look like a gym girl yourself.”  He ogles her curvaceous figure.  

           “Nah, I do all my exercise on the dance floor…  Or in the bedroom.”

           “Jesus, Kat.  You’re about as subtle as a brick through a window,” I snark.  Dana and Eddie try to smother their laughter and Suresh looks at me appraisingly.

           “Nice to know you’re as acerbic as ever,” he says. I stick my tongue out at him.

           “Wow, Kat.  That’s got my heart pumping fast.”  Finn fans himself with one hand.  “You all don’t hold back… one’s got bants for days, you’re turning it on… the Villa’s going to be fun for sure.”

           “So what do you, Finn?” I inquire.

           “I make people happy for a living.  I run a craft brewery with some pals.”

           Dana raises her phone.  “I got another text, guys.  Islanders, get ready to take part in a couples quiz hosted by Finn.  #WhosVibing  #MetYourMatch.”

           “Sounds like we’re about to get personal.”  Finn gleefully rubs his hands together.  

            Dana walks past me and whispers, “I’ll find you in a few minutes.”  Before I can say anything she approaches Suresh and leads him to the firepit.

            What.  The. Actual.  Fuck.

            I wander into the kitchen, keeping one eye on Dana and Suresh.  She abruptly jumps up and runs towards me.

            “Hey!”

            I lean against the counter.  “So what did you and Suresh talk about?”

            “I’ll fill you in.  In private.”

            I look over at Suresh still sitting alone by the firepit.  “Um…”

            “Your head must be a mess.  But trust me, you need to hear what I’ve got to say.  Let’s head for a chat?”

            “Um… I should probably go talk to Suresh. Get it over with, you know?”

            “I really think you should hear what he told me first,” Dana insists.  “It might change up how you play things in the Villa.  Quick chat upstairs?”  

             I cave.  “Alright.  Let’s talk in the bedroom.”

            “Yes!  Let’s go!”

             I trail behind Dana as she races upstairs and into the bedroom, feeling slightly overwhelmed by all of her energy.

             “Ah!  This is so exciting!”  She points at our beds, our names above them.  “There’s our beds.”

             I smile at her enthusiasm.  “For sure.  It’s pretty cool.”

             “Ok, we don’t have much time though so let me dish on Suresh.”  She plops down on her bed and motions for me to sit next to her.  She looks around, making sure no one is close by.  “So I might have dug him out a bit.  Told him he shouldn’t be so cocky in his position!”

             “No way!”  I flop down on my stomach next to her.  “How did he react?”

             “He agreed with me that he was an idiot for cheating on you!”

              I could’ve told him that.

              “He told me you got serious super quick.  And that wasn’t like him.  He said the intense connection you had made him want to commit to you.  But then he said something about a bust up and getting spooked and acting out.”

               I feel my eyebrows draw together in confusion.  “A fight?  Right before he cheated?”

               “That’s what he said.”  She shrugs.

               “Oh.”  I wrack my brain, trying to remember what he’s talking about.  But try as I might I can’t remember a fight, not even a slight tiff, in the weeks before he cheated.  “Did he say anything else?”

               “He said something about needing to figure out where your head’s at.”

               “Anything about where his head’s at?”

               Dana rolls her eyes.  “That’s when he got all vague and mysterious.  Said he needs to speak with you about that.”

                I sigh heavily and cover my face with my hands. “This is a lot.”

                “I know!  Are you still attracted to him?”

                “I mean, he’s still gorgeous.  But how am I supposed to ever trust him again after everything he put me through?  My head’s all over the place.”

                “I’d be the exact same.”  Dana pats my hand.  “You’re gonna work it out though.  You handled the whole situation like a boss from what I heard.  Did you really just move out while he was at work without telling him?”

                “I found out he cheated in the morning before he went to the office.  Right after he left, a few of my friends came over and helped me pack up my stuff.  I was on a plane to Louisiana before he even knew what was going on.”  I smile slyly.  “And I took the cat.”

                She whoops and high-fives me.  “That’s badass.  Anyone would be lucky to have you as their boyfriend.  Trust me, I’ve got a good eye.”  She gives me a flirty smile and looks as if she wants to say something, but quickly moves on.  “How are you gonna play it with Suresh then?”

                 I turn my head to look at her.  “How would you play it?”

                “I’d cut loose and put him in his place,” she says firmly.  “What are you thinking?”

                 “For now I think we should just try to make sure we can stay civil.  I don’t want to ruin anybody else’s time in the Villa just because Suresh and I are fighting.”

                 “That’s a good idea.”

                 “Thanks for checking in on me, Dana.  This was really sweet of you.”

                 “I’m here for you.  And you’re way more ready to deal with Suresh now.  It feels good to have a friend in the Villa.”

                 “For sure.  I’m going to go talk to Suresh now.  I’ll tell you everything he says after.”  

                  The minute we wander back into the garden Kat comes rushing up to both of us.  “Oh my days, I need in on the goss now!”  She notices Suresh starts approaching us.  “He’s coming over!  Where’s your head at with him?”  

           I stare at her blankly.  “Don’t you need to be humping Finn’s leg or something?”

           Suresh touches my arm before she has a chance to snap back.  “Babe, we’re about to get thrown into the fire, but first I need to talk…”

           “You already had your chance.  We need our time right now, Suresh,” Kat breaks in.  

           “Get that, Kat. But this is between me and my ex.”

           Dana tugs on Kat’s arm. “Let’s give them a minute.”

           “But I don’t want to -” Kat yelps as Dana drags her away.

           I follow Suresh as he leads me over to the daybeds and takes a seat.  I remain standing.  “What did you want to talk about?” I mumble, picking at my cuticles for the third time this morning.  One starts to bleed a bit.

           Suresh reaches out and tenderly clasps my hands in his much larger ones.  “You’re going to hurt yourself,” he says softly.

           “Doesn’t matter.”  I shrug.  “Not like it can hurt worse than what you did to me.”

           He releases my hands and sighs, leaning back on the daybed.  “Seeing you again like this has my head spinning all over the place.”

           “I was surprised to see you.”  

           He chuckles.  “I bet.  I didn’t know what to say when you looked over at me.  Except that you look unreal in that outfit.”

           I shake my head in disbelief.  

           “I mean it,” he insists. “But aren’t you hot in those long sleeves?”  He reaches out to touch the hem of my shirt.

           “Don’t touch me!” I exclaim, and rapidly back away from him, distressed.

           His eyes widen and he placatingly holds up his hands.  “Ok.  I won’t, I’m sorry.”

           “Why are you even here, Suresh?”  I go to pull my hair back, only to frown when I realize I don’t have a hair tie.

           “Here.”  Suresh pulls a scrunchie out of his swim trunks and hands it to me.

           “You remembered,” I murmur, turning it over in my hands.

           “How could I forget?”  He smiles sadly.  “How many times did I have to help you untangle the regular elastics from your hair?  And you always forgot to bring one with you, so I got into the practice of carrying one with me all the time.  Habit stuck.”

             A flood of emotion threatens to choke me, and I pull my hair back in silence.

           “Truthfully, I’m here because the producers scouted me.  Beautiful island, swanky villa, hot people… I thought it’d be a chance to have some fun.  But when they told me you were going to be here too, it felt like fate, you know?  A second chance to put things right one way or the other.”  Suresh gazes at me intensely.  “Look, I know I was mainly to blame for how things went wrong between us.”

           “Mainly?”  Equal parts hurt and anger creep into my voice.

           “I messed up. Badly,” he admits.  “But there are two sides to every story.”

           I stare at him, gobsmacked.  Tears begin to track down my cheeks and I wipe them away with the sleeve of my shirt, mortified that I’ve let him see me cry.  “I didn’t cheat,” I whisper.  “You did. I don’t see how there are two sides to that.”

           “No... baby… don’t cry.”  Suresh stands and moves to take me in his arms.  I shake my head wildly and back away from him.  

           “Everybody to the pool!” Vanessa shouts.

           Thankful for the distraction I hurry to join the others, hoping they won’t notice my red eyes.  I hang to the back of the group, trying to make myself as small as possible so I don’t get too close to Suresh.

           Vanessa stands in front of us, a slightly evil grin on her face.  Ethan is next to her, looking miserable.  “We’ve scheduled our couples quiz for later this afternoon, but to give you a fighting chance we’re going to let you all watch each other’s initial interview tapes.  You all got a chance to look at each other’s headshots, so we’ll get to hear about your first impressions of each other, along with some personal details. Let’s inside and get started!”

           All the other Islanders follow after her like ducklings trailing their mother, buzzing with nerves and excitement.  I grab the sleeve of Ethan’s jacket as he walks by and pull him close.

           “What is she talking about?  I didn’t get to see any of the others’ pictures when I did my opening interview.”

           “I know.”  Ethan sighs and scuffs his shoe against the grass. “Vanessa left you out on purpose.”

#suresh #love island the game #suresh love island #love island the game season 5 #alfie love island #Eddie love island #finn love island #love island fanfic #love island the game fanfic #dana love island #kat love island #love island mc #love island the game mc #ex in the villa #love island ex in the villa #love island the game 2

[lamb-sent-to-the-slaughter]

I wasted like half of my summer year tryna hold on to your hand. “the leech, I’m the man, I guess you don’t understand” holding hands say “I can’t” you’re telling me yes, I can, yes, I can, yes, I can

#little lamb’s vent #song lyrics

[dearbojack]

mood

i wasted like half of my summer tryna hold on your hand

you’re the leech i’m the man, i guess you don’t understand

[urjover]

say what u want abt tiktok songs but i wasted like half of my summer trying to hold on your hand you’re the leech i’m the man i guess you don’t understand

[sleepywright]

Someone as Brainless as You

Prompt: The following characters with an S/O who’s just as much of a chaotic dumbass as Ace and Deuce and has a tendency to get into trouble or get hurt.

Warnings: None, just Fluffy with just a dash of concerned boyfriends and dumbassery

Characters included: Riddle, Jade, Floyd, Jamil, and Sebek

Riddle Rosehearts

• Why. WHY. WHY?!

• Of all the people for him to fall in love with, why you? You’re an absolute disaster and you have no respect for the Law of the Queen of Hearts!

• For goodness’ sake with the amount of trouble you three + Grim get into on a daily basis it’s a wonder you all haven’t been expelled yet.

• It doesn’t help that because of how dear you are to him, he worries constantly when you do something dumb. The poor boy is going to have a full head of gray hair by the time he graduates.

• No way he’ll show it in front of the dorm, and especially not the duo, but he’s so doting and adorable when it’s just you two. Scolding you for your carelessness and reminding you of the rules.

• ....knowing you though you’ve probably had at least one moment in time where you embarrassed him in front of the dorm during an unbirthday party. Whether you did it on purpose to tease him or if you just genuinely are THAT brainless is anybody’s guess.

• Cuddle him and love on him in private later and he’ll forgive you though.

• But despite your moments and how much you stress and annoy him at times, he loves you through and through. He doesn’t exactly understand why he loves you, but he wouldn’t change you for anything.

Floyd Leech

• This is literally the reason he fell in love with you.

• Absolutely loves how much of a chaos and trouble magnet you are.

• Doesn’t even mind the fact you’re not the sharpest ever. He offers to help you study so you don’t fail but we all know those study sessions get absolutely nowhere.

• Will gladly help you with whatever dumb scheme you’ve created. Want to

• And even if he doesn’t help you he’s right there laughing with you until his sides hurt. There’s no dull moment with you two and he wishes every day could just be you and him doing whatever you feel like whenever you feel like.

• But the fun just instantly goes away the moment you get hurt in one of your adventures. Floyd’s mood just instantly swings to clingy, sad and irritable as soon as he finds out you got hurt.

• “Awwhhh but I don’t want to work todayyy. Shrimpy got hurt and I don’t want to be apart from them.”

• Good luck soldier. Even if it’s a minor injury it really puts a damper on his spirits. You’re gonna spend at LEAST 24 hours going back and forth between him assisting you with literally anything and having him wrapped around you and snuggling into you.

• You’re stuck with this mountain of an eel man draping himself over you and teasing you. But I’m sure in a couple days he’ll be ready for another dumb idea. Just pinky promise you won’t get hurt this time.

Jade Leech

• Amused™

• Your antics are the highlight of this man’s day everyday.

• He absolutely adores how slow you are to catch onto things sometimes. He’ll say something super complicated or super nonsensical just to see the adorable dumbfounded face you make as you try to figure out what the heck he’s talking about.

• As much as he loves how adorably stupid you can be, he won’t let you hurt yourself.

• One evening, after the Mostro Lounge has closed while the Octavinelle members are cleaning up (along with whatever unfortunate souls lost a contract) you get an idea. A very brainless idea.

• You steal all the chairs from the tables (much to the students’ complaints) and start building a tower to see how high it can go.

• A few chairs are left though and you can’t reach the top anymore. “Hmmm.. Oh! I know! I can climb up the tower and carry the chair with one hand! Genius!”

• ...it wasn’t genius. You barely got a few steps up before you began to lose your balance and fall backwards. To make matters worse, the tower you worked so hard on topples over all over the floor.

• you don’t land on the ground and hurt yourself though (save for some scrapes from the chairs falling). Instead, you land in the arms of your ever so gentlemanly, ever so sweet boyfriend.

• The moment doesn’t last very long though as a very angry Azul storms out of his office demanding what the hell you did and why there’s chairs scattered all over the floor. Jade, however swoops in to your rescue, insisting you’re in desperate need of medical attention.

• Now you’re being bandaged by Jade who won’t stop making teasing remarks and dramatically reminding you he doesn’t know what he’d do if you died in one of your ridiculous schemes. Guess this is how the next 24 hours is gonna be..

Jamil Viper

• “Is that someone on the roof? What an idiot.”

Reader: “IM GONNA DO A FLIP!”

“WAIT THAT’S MY IDIOT”

• If Kalim wasn’t enough to look after, you just have to go and encourage him; not to mention the stunts you pull all on your own.

• He loves you but please for his sake dial down the energy and chaos. At the very least clean up after yourself when you make a mess.

• I’m sure once you did something stupid (again) and wanted to make it up to him for the trouble you caused. So you volunteer to help him prep some food for a feast Kalim was hosting. Consider it couple bonding time!

• He’s a bit hesitant because of your uh... track record. But give him your best puppy eyes and he’ll crack. I’m sure with veeeery careful guidance, this won’t be much of a mess.

• Everything was going so well. But Kalim called for Jamil. And that’s where the problems began.

• Remember the scene in Ratatouille where Linguini messes up the soup? And continues to make it worse in his attempt to try and fix it? Yeaaahhhh that’s you right now.

• You didn’t mean to! You were just messing around and... ah jeez now it’s all ruined!

• To say Jamil is annoyed is an understatement. He’s got that annoyed cold expression on his face. Just apologize and try to make it up to him in that dumb way of yours and you might just see the slightest smile. He can’t stay mad at you for too long.

Sebek Zigvolt

• Mad at himself for putting up with you, much less falling in love with you. You’re not just a human, but an idiot of a human.

• His entire head screams at him to scold and yell at you for being an exceptionally troublesome human, but when you look at him the way you do he just melts and falls apart.

• Please show mercy when teasing him and stuff. His poor heart can’t take it sometimes. He’s already losing brain cells the more he hangs out with you. We don’t need him going into cardiac arrest because of some teasing remark from you.

• I assure you every single time you get into some sort of mess when out with the two friends you share a single brain cell with (and trust me that brain cell is fizzing out of brain power) Sebek starts screaming at you regardless of how big the problem was or if you did or did not get hurt. Every. Single. Time.

• It’s a wonder this poor boy hasn’t lost his voice yet worrying about you. He’s probably screaming at the top of his lungs to keep himself from crying. He doesn’t want to be seen crying and doting over you so he has to come off like he’s scolding you very seriously.

• That being said I don’t think you really pick up on the whole “I’m too prideful and embarrassed to admit you scared me for a second there” thing but you can still feel the love every time he yells at you. You know he cares.

• Make sure to give him as much love as you can to reassure him that his worries don’t go unheard. In private though. We can’t let a proud servant of Malleus be seen getting hugs and kisses from such a dumb, immature and reckless... but honestly and truly loved human such as you, can we?

Author’s Note: Heyyyy! So this is my first post outside of my welcome. Sorry if Floyd’s is a bit OOC I got a little stuck on how to write that one. But I hope you enjoyed it!

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #riddle rosehearts #floyd leech #jade leech #jamil viper #sebek zigvolt #twst riddle #twst floyd #twst jade #twst jamil #twst sebek #riddle rosehearts x reader #floyd leech x reader #jade leech x reader #jamil viper x reader #sebek zigvolt x reader #fluff #gender neutral s/o #twisted wonderland scenarios #🍋🌼

[sara-scribbles]

Like Sunshine

Fandom: Twisted Wonderland Characters: Floyd Leech, GN!Reader Word Count: 1,194 Summary: You find sunshine in the strangest of all places Note: Just something quick. More platonic than romantic. Did I manage to squeeze in a flower shop AU with flower meanings? Yes. Warnings: None

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Looking at the time, you brace yourself. Like clockwork, the door to the flower shop bursts open as Floyd shouts in a singsong voice, “Shrimpy~!”

You can’t stop the smile that forms on your face. Sharp pointed teeth stretched out in a wide grin as dual colored eyes glint with glee. To anyone else, it would look scary and somewhat maniacal. To you his smile is like a ray of sunshine on a cloudy day.

“Hello, Floyd!” you greet him enthusiastically. You already have a box filled with small white rose centerpieces ready. Mostro Lounge ordered weekly centerpieces for the tables. You knew the order by heart at this point, and also when they would be picked up.

Strutting over to the counter, he leans down with his elbow resting on top and his head resting in the palm of his hand. “Whatcha doin’ today, Shrimpy?”

You start ringing up the order. “Not much. Just restocking the plants. I moved a bunch of fertilizer to the back room this morning.”

He sighs. “Man, that sounds boring. I don’t understand why you don’t work in the Mostro Lounge with me!”

“I like plants,” you explain simply.

Pouting, he stands up as he signs the receipt you hand him. “You like plants more than me?”

“Maybe just a little,” you tease.

“What’s so great about a bunch of plants anyways?” With the receipt signed, you tuck it away in the till.

“Well, plants smell nice and have their own unique fragrance.”

“I smell nice.”

“They provide oxygen through a series of reactions.”

“Pretty sure I help in that process.”

“They’re pretty to look at during whatever season.”

“I’m pretty to look at~!”

Laughing as you hand Floyd the crate, you reach for a flower in another box. The box is filled with an assortment of freshly cut flowers. You plan to make mini-bouquets with them later. “Then I guess you’re a plant,” you jokingly say as you tuck the flower in front of his small pocket jacket.

“Which means you like me a lot~” He pokes your cheek as you adjust the flower.

“I guess I do,” you agree though not fully paying attention. You nod, satisfied with your work.

It stands out among the dark black of the coat and purple of his shirt. “Eh? What’s this?”

“A yellow tulip. You know in flower language each one has a different meaning or saying.” You meet his curious gaze. “Of course there are multiple meanings depending on who you ask, the region, and the time period.”

“Yeah? What’s this one mean?” He fiddles with the petals for a bit before leaving it alone. Shifting the weight of the crate from one hand to another, you’re glad you placed the vases in a smaller box so they don’t move too much.

“Well they can represent happiness or hope. They can also represent sunshine,” you explain, returning to behind the counter.

Floyd peers down at you with an unreadable expression before grinning once more. His whole face lights up whenever he smiles like that. “Thanks for the flower, Shrimpy! Gotta get back to Azul before he gets grumpy. See ya!”

Waving to you with one hand, he leaves the shop. You find yourself filled with energy after his visit and decide to work on the mini-bouquets.

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You’re half listening to Grim complain about something or another when your vision is suddenly obscured by two hands. “Guess who~?”

The voice is obvious, but you play along. “Hmm… Ace?”

“Nope. Guess again!”

Biting your lip to prevent yourself from laughing, you hum aloud as you pretend to joke. “Could it be… Floyd plant?”

“Shrimmmmppppyyy!” Floyd whines as he drops his hand. He plops his chin on the top of your head. “I’m not a plant.”

“I thought we agreed you have all the characteristics of a plant?” you ask innocently.

Looking up, you smile at him. His eyes crinkle in the corners as he returns the smile with a toothy one of his own. “Hey, let’s skip class. I’m not feelin’ red squid’s lecture today.”

You know you should decline, but skipping one class wouldn’t hurt. Plus you could always get the notes from Jack. You notice Grim had remained quiet during the entire exchange. He’s staring at you like you’ve grown two heads.

“Alright. One class won’t hurt.”

“Yay! Let’s go!”

Before you can say goodbye to Grim, Floyd grabs your arm and drags you off. You try your best to keep up with his long strides. At some point he spins you around a few times causing you to get dizzy. You grip on to his arm trying to regain a sense of balance as he continues to lead you through the halls.

“Umm, won’t we be found here?” Sitting on the steps of a stairwell, you glance around for any incoming professors.

Floyd shakes his head. “Nah, this stairway isn’t used. And it’s out of the way for the teachers to go look at.” He makes himself comfortable by stretching out on the stairs and laying his head on your lap.

“Huh… I actually don’t think I’ve been on this side of the building,” you mumble. There’s no door or any room at the end of the stairs. It’s an odd place to have a stairwell leading down to.

From somewhere in his pocket, Floyd pulls out a small rubber ball and starts bouncing it on the walls. “Yeah, I think it was supposed to be renovated but they just kinda forgot. Anyways, tell me more about plants, Shrimpy.”

Surprised at his sudden interest, you catch a glimpse of his face. His eyes are focused on the ball, but he seems relaxed. “Alright. Well I guess I could tell you more about flower languages. Sometimes people will send messages hidden behind a bouquet of flowers. Since each flower has a meaning, you could come up with a message to someone without having to write anything. You could even insult someone in a bouquet if you know the right flowers to use…”

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“Oi, Shrimpy?”

You look up from your textbook. Floyd’s voice echoes in the library; you notice Riddle giving him a dirty look. “What’s up?” You keep your voice low.

“What’s your favorite flower?”

A random question if any. You were just discussing the history of magic when he suddenly stopped paying attention. “Hmmm… I do like yellow tulips.”

“Like the one ya gave me?”

“Yup. It reminds me of you.” You flash him a quick smile before returning to your work.

A hand covers your text, making you sigh as you give Floyd your undivided attention. “Why’s the flower remind you of me?” he asks, looking at you intrigued.

“Mmm… well it’s because of your smile. In older flower language, yellow tulips mean ‘sunshine in your smile’ and that’s what I see in your smile. Your smile makes me feel warm like the sun,” you explain matter-of-fact.

“Ohhhhh~ Ya like my smile, Shrimpy?” He’s grinning ear to ear as he leans over the table. 

“Yup!” Floyd pouts when he realizes you’re unfazed.

Sitting back, he continues to grin at you. “I like your smile too, Shrimpy.”

#twst imagines #twisted wonderland imagines #twisted wonderland #floyd leech #twst floyd #reader insert #scenario

[1kook]

skirt chasers — drabble iv

THIS IS A SKIRT CHASERS DRABBLE - FIND THE OTHERS HERE ! SUMMARY Jungkook was a man. A skirt chaser. He could only withstand so much torture before he broke, and seeing your gorgeous, smooth legs on display after so many weeks of starvation awoke an ancient being inside of him. WARNINGS JK POV!!!, attempted solo masturbation, k*ssing, jk’s extensive knowledge of pornos, grinding, cunnilingus, face sitting, spit kink, light choking, praise kink, self nipple play, a love for boobies, unprotected sex, use of the pull out method, i love u kink, its kinda hinted tht oc has a somnophilia kink? not rlly but tagging just in case -_- RATING m (18+) WC 6.3k this can't even classified as a drabble anymore wtf 

NOTES i have had this in my drafts since may 3. it is december 21. everyone point n laugh. anyway i very much love stimbo sc jk and i think he’s very cool so here’s a whopping 6k of the inner mechanisms of his big nerdy, college hottie brain <3

He doesn’t notice you’ve drifted off until he’s three solid paragraphs into his semester-long research paper. “Babe, can you toss me my charger it’s over…” 

 Jungkook swears he’s gonna take every single one of those stupid skirts and burn them to ashes. They had done their duty well, had given him the girlfriend of his dreams, but now they were just pushing their luck. What was once the epitome of a cute and sweet girlfriend, has now become the bane of Jungkook’s existence. He loathed them, he hated them, he could go twenty million decades without ever seeing them again because the torture they inflicted upon him was borderline inhumane. 

 Holy fuck, he knew you were gorgeous— hello, he was your boyfriend, thinking you were gorgeous was very high on the list of requirements you searched for in someone of his position —but he’s absolutely positive that you’re probably the sexiest woman he’s ever seen in all his twenty-two years. And Jungkook’s seen a lot of porn. Like, a lot. 

He can’t help himself. Before Jungkook knows it, he’s rolling his desk chair over to where you’re sprawled across his bed, skin so soft where it presses against his pillow, lips so plush, and he’s pretty sure there’s a tiny, tiny droplet of drool begging to escape from between your puckered lips. Normally, he’d tease you to hell and back for this, knows how flustered you become when he catches you off guard, but today he lets it slide in favor of focusing on something else about your dozing form. 

It’s the soft curve of your hips from where you lay on your side, smooth legs tucked close to you, and that goddamn pleated skirt giving you absolutely no protection from the eyes of the world around you. Luckily, he made sure to lock the door to his room when you came over today. And he’s almost positive Taehyung isn’t home anyway. So there’s no potential roommate to see you here, cuddled against Jungkook’s teddy bear, blue lace panties tucked between your folds. 

They were his favorite. 

Adorable and soft, and he knows that particular style— the cheeky kind —is your preferred style, because it’s the one he sees almost every time the two of you fuck. Seamless, because you hate when they tug against your skin, and baby blue simply because it was your favorite color. He can’t recall the last time they had been so exposed like this. 

God, how many times had this same situation occurred? You dropping by to encourage him to do his homework, before eventually falling asleep and leaving him to his own devices. A lot of times, Jungkook guesses, because each and every time you wake up and nab one of his protein bars from the stash by his bed. Jungkook’s gone through four boxes in the last month. 

But how many times had this happened with you in a skirt? Never. This was a rarity. 

As the year progressed and yours and Jungkook’s relationship reached new levels of intimacy and adoration, Jungkook is sad to say the skirts had begun appearing less and less. It was winter and, unlike the furnace that was Jungkook’s body, he’s pretty sure you were a cold-blooded reptilian at this point, always leeching off of him for warmth. So since you couldn’t stand the cold, the skirts slowly faded into the background, replaced by Jungkook’s second favorite: the leggings. 

He was no complainer, Jungkook respected your decisions! He wasn’t going to pressure you into wearing those cute tiny skirts he loved so much just because it fueled some PornHub-esque fantasy in his brain, especially not as a harsh winter descended upon you and the days became colder. He would not risk a sick girlfriend in the name of a horndog daydream. 

But holy mother of pearl, Jungkook was a man. A skirt chaser. He could only withstand so much torture before he broke, and seeing your gorgeous, smooth legs on display after so many weeks of starvation awoke an ancient being inside of him. 

Sure he’d seen them every time you guys fucked— duh. But this was not the same. It was different, seeing the tender skin of your inner thigh when he knew you weren’t trying to, your skirt stuck between you and the bed as you shifted about. It was different, knowing he could so easily have you, just flip up the skirt and tug your underwear to the side, not having to worry about fighting your leggings or skinny jeans down your legs. It was different and it was good, so painstakingly good, to have you in the skirt, but the worst part was Jungkook couldn’t even do anything because you were fucking sleeping. 

He’d subconsciously pictured you like this for weeks, sprawled out on his sheets in the flimsiest clothing and ready for him to just slide right in, but Jungkook was a good boy—you’d told him as much just last week when he’d paid the bus fare for that ragtag group of teenagers, smiling up at him like he was your entire world. Was he sometimes a little too mean, a little too wild? Yes. But at his core, Jungkook lived for your praise. He couldn’t just stomp on that title you’d so lovingly bestowed upon him, a title he’d worked hard for since! 

Furthermore, even if Jungkook wasn’t a good boy, to touch you in your sleep just seemed wrong. You’d mentioned in passing once that you wouldn’t mind as long as it was him (“I’m yours,” you had purred at some party, hand crawling down his abdomen, “your doll, remember?”), but Jungkook couldn’t bring himself to when you were so vulnerable and just… not there. It wouldn’t feel right to use your body when you weren’t awake, and no amount of encouragement from you would change his mind. 

So he does what all good boys do and prepares himself for a quick, self-administered handfuck. 

Sue him, his girlfriend was hot!

It’d been a little over two weeks since the last time the two of you had fucked, and it was mostly his fault; clinicals and research papers had practically consumed what little free time he had in his schedule. And if Jungkook remembers correctly, he wouldn’t be that lucky this upcoming week either. Something tells him your period was approaching. 

Jungkook doesn’t know what type of sorcery you’ve done to him, but in the time you’ve been dating, it’s become increasingly more and more difficult to nut without you. Whether that be fucking you, listening to your voice, or just imagining your pretty face in his head, you held a monopoly over Jungkook’s libido, one that he feared you’d never let go. 

He had years stacked on years of browsing PornHub and Brazzers, can recall experiencing some of the craziest orgasms of his life while watching some girl get fucked. All things come to an end. Ever since he started dating you, not even his favorite video could make him hard anymore. Oh, how the great have fallen. 

But with your blue panties before him, his cock hardens by the minute, nearly doubles in size when you move about and sigh a heavenly sound. Frankly, he doesn’t feel bad jerking one off to the thought of you. You were his girlfriend! He knows that you know that you’re the main character of all his right-handed adventures, and you’re not going to be mad at him for jerking off to you now. In fact, Jungkook imagines you’d be mad if he’d woken you up just for some frenzied quickie. This way, he’s blowing off some steam and you’re getting an extra ten minutes of napping. Everyone wins. 

He’s barely tugged himself out of the confines of his sweats when a soft mumble of his name has his soul leaving his body. “Kook?” 

“Baby,” he exhales, immediately tucking himself back into his underwear before moving closer towards you. You roll onto your back, skirt useless as fuck, he thinks, as it sprawls around your waist. “What’s up?” he murmurs, voice gentle, a hand carding through the nape of your neck because that’s how you always wake him up. Jungkook would be a liar to say it wasn’t one of the best feelings in the world. 

You say something, but it’s a mess of gibberish and too quiet for him to understand, before turning on your side again and shuffling closer to him. Jungkook smiles, runs the tips of his fingers over your cheek, before moving to caress your back, massaging some feeling back into your muscles. Some more mumbled words, but this time he deciphers them as something along the lines of “c’mere.” 

He chuckles, ducking down to kiss your cheek. “Don’t wanna interrupt your nap, baby,” he hums. “Go back to sleep.” 

You whine in protest, suddenly catching his hand in yours. “Please,” you sigh, eyes fluttering open, but they’re unfocused as you gaze at him. Jungkook clenches his teeth. Technically he should be working on that twelve page research paper, and even just trying to jerk off right now would have been a huge setback. Crawling into bed with you, where you’re so sinfully laid out for him to take, would completely offset his plans until tomorrow. He had to be a responsible student here. 

“I really gotta finish my paper…” he says, trying to let you down as gently as possible, flashing you an apologetic gaze. He thinks he has it in the bag, and your extended silence almost has him rolling back to his desk, when you suddenly snap into action. 

“But what about your dick,” you murmur, and Jungkook chokes. 

“My what—?” he splutters, voice a little too high. 

You say nothing, craning your neck to release a series of cracks, soft huffs leaving your lips. Jungkook’s on edge the whole time, eyes following the movement of your neck, the hypnotizing expanse of skin that bares itself to him. “Saw your hand down your pants,” you say, eyes blinking open, and though they’re droopy with sleep, at least you can hold them open this time. 

Jungkook laughs nervously, rubbing a hand against the back of his neck in embarrassment. “You saw that?” A soft hum. He wants to die. “Ah, baby, don’t worry about it. Know you’re tired, so just nap,” he sighs, caressing the back of your head once again, and he thinks he’s finally convinced you so he lets his guard down. 

You moan softly, and he’s almost entirely sure it’s one of those waking up types of sounds, the ones you make when you’re stretching around the bed in the morning. “Want your cock.” 

Jungkook swears he’ll die, right here, right now. 

He groans, lowers his head to rest on the mattress. “Jesus, fuck, baby,” he huffs, has to count to ten to will the stirring of his slowly hardening cock away for the second time that day. “Don’t say stuff like that when you’re half asleep, please.”

You ignore him, the hand that had been wrapped around his wrist tugging him closer. You barely succeed, muscles still so weak, but Jungkook humors you and rolls his chair right beside your head, where he ducks down to press a kiss to the corner of your mouth. “Noooo,” you whine when he draws away too quickly. 

A laugh blossoms in his chest, and Jungkook proceeds to rain down a series of kisses on your pretty face before he can stop himself. You melt under his touch, his affection, and Jungkook adores the way your body is so soft and pliant like this, back arching towards him after he places a hand on your waist. 

“Come here,” you urge, voice a quiet plea. So soft, so needy. 

Jungkook malfunctions for just a second before he’s clambering over you on the bed, manhandling your body until you're both on your sides, facing each other, with you pressed tightly to his chest. Even with your hands brushing up and down his back in the way that sends every nerve in Jungkook’s body tingling, and your leg thrown over his hip, some stupid part of him convinces himself you’re just cold, trying to warm up after walking around campus in that tiny little skirt all day. He cuddles you as best as he can. 

And even with his dick twitching in his pants and his caveman instincts yelling at him to thrust up into your inviting core, Jungkook remains as professional as someone in a relationship can be when in bed with their lover. He’s so stuck on his self-control that he almost doesn’t hear the snort you muffle against his neck. 

“What are you doing?” you laugh, reaching up to pinch his cheek. Jungkook blinks, eyes wide like a doe caught in headlights. “Are we gonna fuck or what?”

He chokes. He doesn’t even try to muffle his reaction like other times, because the way you’re looking at him and the heel you press against the back of his thigh preoccupies his thoughts instead. Your hands are still tracing along his back, melting him with your dainty touches. “Baby?” you question after he’s been silent too long, distracted by the way you use that hooked leg to tug your bodies closer. 

“You… you’re still asleep,” Jungkook says, though it’s definitely a question. 

You scoff, a smile curling around your features. “Mm, definitely not asleep,” you tease, and shift to push him onto his back, wiggling on top of him until those baby blue panties are pressed against his quickly hardening member. “Why? Wanted to touch me when I was asleep?” you continue, and Jungkook’s eyes nearly burst out of their sockets. 

“No!” he exclaims, hands clutching your hips in alarm. He can tell he surprises you, because your eyes go wide for a brief second. “Never…” he mumbles afterwards, looking away from your imploring gaze. “Only like you when you’re awake.” 

You sigh, pressing a sweet kiss to his cheek that makes his heart flood with adoration for you. “You’re a good boy, Jungkook,” you say back, just as quietly. “A blueprint for the perfect man.” Another kiss, this time against the corner of his mouth that makes Jungkook’s hands twitch against your sides. 

A soft moan tears itself from his throat, fingers digging into your hips as you slowly roll them against him. The heat emanating from your core seeps past the thin barrier of his sweatpants, makes his cock twitch in his boxers. He knows how it feels inside of you, has your body memorized like the back of his hand. But it’s in moments like these that he finds himself aching for you, desperate to feel the fluttering walls of your pussy, the pitiful whimpers that fall from your kiss swollen lips. And, well. The skirt makes it all too easy.  

He places two hands on the backs of your thighs, runs them up until he’s pushing your skirt up over your waist. You pull away from his lips with a sneaky little smile, pointer finger stroking down the side of his face lazily. “Mm?” you tease, leaving a coy little peck against his mouth. “Now you wanna touch?” Jungkook rolls his eyes, snaps his teeth at your wandering finger when you draw it too close to his mouth. The giggle you let out is so damn precious, makes him want to put you in a glass case and never let anyone else touch you. Coincidentally, it also makes him want to rail you into the mattress until you cry. 

“I’ll fucking ruin you, doll,” he settles on murmuring, subtly pushing you down against him. A soft giggle. Jungkook knows it’s your favorite nickname, even if you won’t admit it. He's the only one allowed to call you it, something about his intentions being pure or whatever, he’s not really sure. Anyway, you’re still so cute and soft on top of him, blinking slowly and prettily, so he’s dragging it out a bit, hoping you’ll become more alert in a few more minutes. 

As sleepy as you may be, you never miss out on a chance to rile him up. “As if, doll,” you retort, his nickname for you rolling off your tongue seamlessly. It sounds heavenly, sparks this weird emotion in him that he never considered before. Him, a doll? No way. But there’s something about the sweet lilt of your voice, the starry-eyed gaze you level him with, that has him throwing all reservations aside. Put him on a shelf and call him Barbie, because he would be anything you wanted him to be. 

Anyway, Jungkook’s sappy thoughts last all of two seconds before he’s rolling you over, successfully trapping you beneath his body. “Oh, so scary,” you feign, hands fluttering to clutch at your chest. 

He glides his hands down your body, let’s them trail over your hip and down the side of your thigh. “Don’t get sassy with me,” he warns, thumb peeking beneath the hem of your skirt. Jungkook really wants to burn the piece of fabric this time, because after all that time it spent torturing him with its halfhearted attempts at covering you, it chooses now to do it properly. 

Hands are thrown around his shoulders, the overwhelming scent of your perfume and body wash tickling his nose when you pull him in for another kiss. “Or what?” you purr, irises swirling with lust. “Gonna use your manly man strength to hold me down?” 

He shushes you with a kiss, slow and languid just how you like. Your taste is familiar, feels like coming home, so Jungkook can’t be blamed for getting too carried away. It starts gentle— it always does. But then a tiny mewl gets stuck in your throat, the following moan swallowed by his tongue, and Jungkook nearly loses it. He nips at your bottom lip, waits patiently for you to open up for him, and when you do he wastes no time diving in. Your tongue against his is slick and wet, makes the most lewd sound. Your little sharp intakes of air fill the gaps, shuddery breaths that Jungkook takes as a good sign. 

He strikes while the iron is still hot. 

It’s amidst your lazy kissing that he secures his hands around your waist, two reassuring squeezes thrown your way before he’s abruptly rolling onto his back again. “Kook!” you squeal, clutching at the front of his shirt. A pouty frown paints your face, sleepy eyes narrowing him with a rather unimpressed look, tainted with the barest hints of confusion. 

Jungkook grins, reaching back to yank his pillow out from beneath his head. “On my face,” he commands suddenly, and you snort. 

“What?” you ask a little incredulously, leaning back to level him with an even more lost expression. “Since when do we do that?”

Jungkook shrugs. “Since I decided twenty seconds ago,” he answers rather bluntly. You still don’t look too convinced. It’s not a position the two of you have ever tried. You’re a little on the sappy side, always like to look at his face while you fuck, hold his cheeks in your palms, kiss him sweetly. On the one hand, Jungkook totally gets it; he’ll proudly admit that the sight of your orgasming face paired with your fantastic tits have done him many favors these past few months. 

However, Jungkook is a lover of head. Giving or receiving, it’s very high on his list of sexual acts and whoever invented oral deserved all the praise in the world. Not only did you look drop dead gorgeous with his cock in your mouth— tears trailing down your cheeks, drool clinging to the corners of your lips —but you also looked absolutely sexy receiving it. 

Kinda. 

Probably. 

Okay, so maybe Jungkook can’t really say, considering he always has a hard time catching a glimpse of your face when he’s down there licking and slurping your clit like a madman. Which is what leads him to this exact moment, an experiment weeks in the making. Jungkook has a theory that needs to be tested. “Please ride the fuck out of my face,” he tries, hoping the polite tone will win you over. 

He’s met with an eye roll. Still, you’re kinder than you let on. “Okay,” you give in, and Jungkook will remember your heroism for the rest of his life. “But only because being on top is empowering.” He just barely contains an over-enthusiastic fist pump into the air, settling on a rather modest smile that has you leaning down to kiss him again. You reach for the zipper on the side of your skirt. “Just let me—“

“The skirt stays on,” he says quickly, hand on your wrist to stop you from removing his most favorite article of clothing. 

“Baby,” you say, giving him a rather serious look. “It’ll cover your face.”

“It won’t,” he urges, reaching for the buttons on your blouse instead. Jungkook has had one too many encounters with tops like these, and has long since learned not to tear them apart like a crazed psycho. As much as he loves the sound of your buttons scattering across his bedroom floor, he can’t say he’s too fond of the scolding he inevitably gets afterwards. Anyway, the shirt comes off and so does your bra, leaving your tits in his face, tiny skirt on your hips. “Get up here,” he murmurs, ushering you up his body until your knees are pressing into the mattress right above his shoulders. 

If it was up to Jungkook, he would have just grabbed your hips and shoved his face against your pussy. Luckily, it’s not, and your common sense shines through just in time. “One sec,” you say, and then finally, finally, the blue panties come off. 

And then it’s just Jungkook and your glistening pussy. 

“Holy fuck,” he groans, taking the opportunity to wrap his arms around your thighs. You squeak when he pulls you closer, hand instinctively reaching for the front of your skirt to hold away from his face. The view from here is heavenly, just your swollen clit, gorgeous tits, and shy face. 

The muscles in your thighs are a little stiff. Or maybe you’re just nervous. Jungkook isn’t sure, all he knows is that it takes one encouraging tug for you to finally sit on his face. He doesn’t even register the surprised gasp that leaves your throat because he’s too busy tasting your pussy from an all new position. And it’s absolutely amazing. 

Something about the position, having you carefully poised above him, does something to Jungkook. He likes to think he knows your body inside and out, knows what makes you melt and what makes you scream. He knows just how to lap at your cunt until you’re cumming, and how many fingers it takes for you to really feel it. But it’s like having you in this position changes all of that, rearranges all the tidbits of information Jungkook has spent months collecting. 

(Jungkook is a meticulous man; he’s got a near perfect GPA right now that was the direct result of his carefully crafted note-taking techniques. Whether or not he abused the power of his perfectionist learning abilities to master the mechanisms of his girlfriend’s libido was no one's business but his own.) 

One kitten lick against your swollen pearl makes you buck forward, clit brushing against his nose. Jungkook can’t remember you ever doing that on the first lick. “O- oh my—,” you cry, all airy and whiny. Your hand is pressed to the wall behind his bed, the other bunching the front of your skirt just above your mound. He’s rather happy to learn that, just as he’d hypothesized, this position does give him a better view of you. 

He’s graced with the sight of your face, twisted up in pleasure. It’s the stereotypical eyes squeezed shut, lip caught between your teeth look. But there’s something different about it knowing that he’s gotten this reaction out of you with his mouth alone. 

Jungkook quickly repositions you over him, tugging you back until his tongue is lined up with the front of your slit. You’re so warm down here, make him feel like he’s drowning with your heady scent alone. Tentatively, he lets his tongue dip between your folds, the very tip nudging your swollen clit. A moan tears itself from your throat, the hand that had been flush against the wall suddenly jumping forward to bury itself in his hair. “Oh- oh, fuck,” you shiver, hips jolting forward once more. 

You taste good on his tongue, the arousal that coats your lips is sticky and sweet. When he laps his tongue along your folds, quivering hole to stiffened bud, you let out a sob that resonates deeply within Jungkook. And also Jungkook’s cock, which stirs beneath his trousers in excitement. What was once the focus of his mission, a quick handfuck to sedate himself before finishing his research paper, has long since been forgotten. It’s for the greater good, he tells himself, blinking up at you from between your thighs. 

Eye contact lasts for exactly three seconds before you’re looking away bashfully, the fist clutching at your skirt trembling against your tummy. You’re so fucking pretty, Jungkook’s heart can’t take it. 

And so he sets out on a mission to make you cum as soon as possible, abandoning his slow kitten licks in favor of suctioning his lips around your clit. “Kook,” you wail, tugging at his hair. Whether you do it purposely or not, Jungkook is a little shocked by how good the pain feels. It’s not an emotion he can ponder long, because then you’re using that same grip in his hair to tilt his head backwards, jerkily moving over him. 

It’s rough and sudden, the buck against his face, but Jungkook loves it. The drag of your pussy against his lips, the wet glide of your juices smearing across his chin and Cupid’s bow. It all feels so good, and the fact Jungkook is getting a front row seat to the absolutely torn look on your face is just the cherry on top. 

Jungkook has seen you make a lot of faces. He’s seen you shiver and drool as he nails you into your bed. He’s seen you sniffle and sob as he slowly fucks you in a rose petal filled bubble bath (a six month anniversary special planned by yours truly). He’s even seen your mirrored reflection fall apart as you bounced away on his lap in front of a mirror. 

He’s never seen you like this before. 

Needy and desperate, moaning his name softly, practically humping his face in your greed. Tiny skirt clutched against your waist, tits bouncing as you hurriedly grind against him. He has half the mind to burn this scene into his eyelids for the rest of his life. 

He’s given up on doing anything with his tongue, simply sticking it out for you to do as you wish. Normally, he’s not a huge fan of letting you do things yourself. After all, Jungkook was your boyfriend. Making you cum was his job. But you’re moving so fast, so frantic, in your mission to cum. So Jungkook sits back and lets you go to town on his mouth as a series of moans spill from your lips. 

And then something unforgivable happens. 

Jungkook will admit it: he’s staring at you almost a little too dreamily, heart eyes and all. He thinks you’re fucking hot, taste like heaven and have these absolutely delicious boobs bouncing up and down. He’s a little distracted by your glorious figure that he doesn’t notice one crucial bit of information. 

Your hand. 

The desperate need to cum has your muscles weakening, thighs moving at a latent pace, and, much to Jungkook’s horror, hands trembling. It’s your own pleasure that lets the unimaginable happen: your skirt flutters down. Your grip on it loosens and before Jungkook knows it, the sight of your pretty face and nice tits are gone, snatched away before his very eyes. Even your wet cunt is impossible to see, his world suddenly shrouded in darkness. 

Leave it to Jungkook to foil his own horny plan with, well, his horniness. If only he wasn’t so hopelessly in love with the image of you in skirts. Maybe then he could bask in the beauty that was you riding his face. 

He acts fast, reaching for the material before he can miss out on anything. But the angle is weird, and without Jungkook’s hands holding your hips, you’re left weakly rolling forward instead. And he’s not the only one frustrated with this turn of events, your face quickly returning to its normal composed form as you level him with a frown. “Everything okay?” you pant. 

Everything was not okay, but Jungkook isn’t sure how to tell you that without ruining this delicate moment. So he tries to show you with actions instead, releasing the skirt he’s got in his fist and letting it flutter over his face again. You giggle. “I told you so.” 

It takes more willpower than he’d like to admit to pull away from your wet folds, pulling off with a lewd sound that has you biting your lip as you gaze down at him. “I told you so,” he mimics, a little mean but you don’t take it to heart. “Hold your skirt up.” 

You hum, the grip on his hair loosening as you push away his dark locks instead. “Mmmm,” you hum. “No.”

“No?” he repeats, actually really scandalized. Okay, so he’s a little spoiled when it comes to you— it’s not his fault! You made him like this, conditioned him to think that you would always give into his every whim because you were just so sweet and considerate and wanted him to be happy. And Jungkook also wants you to be happy, and in his opinion, being happy right now means having him fuck your pretty brains out for ever getting sassy with him. 

“I don’t listen to men,” you tease, followed by a cute little nod, skin still a little warm from your looming orgasm. Jungkook takes advantage of your tiny moment of weakness, and strikes like a viper.

A girlish squeal leaves your lips, hands stretching outwards as he knocks you backwards onto the mattress. “Jungkook,” you gasp, sprawled out artfully, beautifully, over his sheets now. He doesn’t waste a second longer, crawling over your body until you’re a shivering mess beneath him. 

Hand against your throat, the other blindly reaching for the front of his sweatpants. “What is it, doll?” he drawls meanly, reveling in the way your eyes roll back when his newly-freed cock lands against your slit. A choked gasp leaves your throat, lashes fluttering wildly until Jungkook loosens his grip. 

You’ve done a nice job riling yourself up, lips squelching wet and loose when he runs the tip of his cock along them. Your knees are pulled up for him, spread perfectly for him to fit between. You’re so good for him, Jungkook feels a little bad for how hard he’s going to fuck you now. 

The sympathy doesn’t last long.  

Once upon a time, you had been the epitome of a cute and sweet girlfriend. Had picked him up from class, encouraged him to do his homework, wore these cute little skirts around campus. Deep down inside, Jungkook knew everyone else was jealous of him— you were just so pretty and cute, a girl straight out of everyone’s dreams. 

Until he sunk his horny claws into you. Jungkook will be the first to admit he spends a little too much time browsing porn sites— he’s a man, cut him some slack —which had never caused him any problems before. Even when the two of you were just friends (pining ones at that), you had never seemed even remotely affected by his extensive pornographical knowledge. It was a known fact among your friend group that Jungkook’s best friend was his right hand. 

But then, of course, you started dating Jungkook and it was like a save file of all his horniest fantasies was downloaded directly into your brain. Which leads him to this. 

“Spit in my mouth,” you shiver, got these huge, watery eyes pointed his way. His cock twitches. 

There’s a little groan that tears itself from his throat when he leans forward, cock sliding along your folds, to grasp your chin between his fingers. “Open,” he commands, and you do. Your lower lip quivers, tongue pressed against it as you wait for Jungkook to spit down your mouth. He can’t say he regrets letting you peek through his porn stash, not when it leads to this, you whimpering at the hot glob of saliva he shoots down your throat. “Filthy,” he pants, memorizing the movement of your throat when you swallow like the good girl you are. 

Before he can write another twelve sonnets about that dazed look on your face, he’s roughly grabbing at your thigh. You whine, limbs so pliant beneath his touch, letting him hike your knee over his forearm as he tugs you closer. “Fuck,” he groans, reaching down to align himself with your quivering hole. You’re still so wet, make the most lewd sound when he sinks into you. Not that Jungkook really hears it, the sound of your strained moans practically drowning everything else out. 

“Fuck,” you cry, one hand clutching at his forearm, the other toying with your breast. It’s a magnificent sight, and Jungkook is suddenly feeling a little cocky when he realizes he’s the only one who gets to see this. It’s this presumptuous nature that fuels the first round of thrusts into your cunt, fast and full. He makes sure you feel every inch of him, tip to base, as he pistons his hips forward. “J— Jungkook,” you pant, back arching beneath him. 

You take it so well, walls sucking him in every time he draws back out. “I’ve got you, doll,” he moans, hiking your leg further over his shoulder. Every roll of his hips has your tits bouncing back and forth, lower lip as well with the dopey, open-mouthed look you got on for him. And the damned skirt that got him here, fucking you with a punishing pace, sits perfectly around your waist. He has half the mind to take it off for you, briefly wonders if it hurts, but just looking at it reminds him of about thirty-seven pornos he’s seen. So it stays on, works alongside your lovestruck face to actively rewrite all those pornos anew with you starring in them instead. 

It sure helps when you start your usual mindless babbling. “I love you,” you gasp, face screwed up in pleasure. “I- I love you so much.” 

He’s contemplating doing a study on you and your weird mid-fuck confessions. You do this a lot, and while Jungkook doesn’t mind, it sure does leave him curious. “Love you too, baby,” he says anyway, repositioning his arms so he can hold your waist with both hands. 

“Really?” you ask, voice so whiny, eyes brimming with tears. From emotion or your need to cum, Jungkooks not sure. (Hence the need for a study!) 

Another brutal thrust that has you moaning loudly. “Really,” he reassures you, glancing down to watch his cock sink into your hole as he picks up the pace. Your arms are practically limbless, and his stomach is beginning to feel tight. The end was soon. “Love your pretty little face.”

Another whine, your fingers pulling at your pebbled nipples. “M- My pretty face?” you whimper, blink these long lashes up at him. They make Jungkook go a little mad, bring on a wave of jackhammer thrusts that cut your moans into choppy little cries instead. 

“Prettiest girl I know,” he groans, not once stopping the movement of his hips. You’re quivering like a leaf beneath him, your entire body locking up as Jungkook guides you toward orgasm. “A fucking doll, baby— so beautiful for me,” he praises. 

It’s exactly what you want to hear— secretly, Jungkook hypothesizes that you’re a little bit of an attention whore —crying out when he slows to a grind against you. Each roll of his hips has him rubbing over your swollen bud, leaves you trembling until you’re eventually unraveling beneath him. “Oh- Oh, fuck— Jungkook—“ you sob, writhing beneath him as you cream his cock. 

Your tits look amazing, nipples stiff from your arousal and all the attention you’d been giving them. Your features soften, gasps framed by your pillowy lips. As Jungkook has said before, your pretty face was the most dangerous weapon. 

He manages a few more pistons of his hips, mostly for reputation sake, before he’s eventually pulling out. His right hand, once the sole hero of his solo sessions, makes a valiant return now as he jacks himself off over you. It takes a few harsh pulls of his cock until he’s spurting his jizz over you, painting your tummy and your tits in white ribbons of cum. You flinch, a tiny whimper leaving your throat at the mess he makes. “Fuck,” he groans one last time. 

When it’s over, you have the audacity to shyly pull down the front of your skirt. As if your tits aren’t out and about, but Jungkook pretends he doesn’t see it. Instead, he channels his energy into peppering your face in kisses. “Best girl,” he praises, even though he knows you hate the nickname. “My beautiful feminist queen.” 

A pinch against his cheek. It hurts like hell, but he endures it for now, still very much in love with your performance today. “Get me a towel,” you huffily ask, uncomfortable with the jizz sticking to your tummy, as if he didn’t spit in your mouth a few minutes ago. 

His research paper is waiting for him at his desk, the materials he’d spent weeks collecting waiting to be typed up. But his girlfriend is so soft and sleepy, asking him to stay for another nap. 

There was never a choice.

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