#... and u need to see my leafs. u need to see them.

[fooltofancy]

16 lupin ln - plot 16 6th ward, lavender beds (leviathan)

[18x9]

the devil couldnt reach me so he gave me a dad from the gta

[omniphilic]

i need to prep ur brain for when i slide into ur inbox w my milf!reader fanfic... instead of mark and a hot mom, let me raise u REX and a hot mom.

walk w/ me: rex is a DOG, and so is mark, but rex is so proud of that fact that he practically wears it on his sleeve like a badge of honor. he does not bother hiding the fact that he wants you. semantics, shemantics— so what if he's too young for you? or that you're recently divorced? or, better yet, you’re recently separated— it's just that the divorce hasn't gone through yet. all that means is that you're basically single, and age is just a number, so why are you getting caught up on the details?? let the handsome and charming superhero who’s started to patrol your neighborhood a little more frequently help you with your groceries, and fix the leak under your sink, and, i don't know, blow ur back out while the kids are at school until you're shaking like a leaf w/ your eyes rolled back and his cum leaking out of you? 🫣

wow, i am so excited to write this.

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There’s just something so charming about his ham-fistedness, I think. His forwardness might’ve seemed try-hardy in any other instance, but the truth is you’re lonely :( you and your husband were separated long before you made him sign the papers, and when you served them he hardly batted an eye. Twenty years of marriage and you’ve only got two kids (one 8, the other 16) and sexual frustration to show for it. You don’t often burden others with your own issues but you wear it on your sleeve—dressed in mourning colors while mowing the lawn, expression forlorn, almost longing.

Rex bumbles in without respect to any of those things. He’s blunt, brash, trying to flirt with you as he saves you from a crush on the highway that him and his damn guardians caused. Takes one look at your big wet eyes and then decides to make it his personal mission to see you to your destination—make sure you’re safe. It’s just an excuse to carry you, feel the tension of the muscle beneath your skin and the soft backs of your knees, staring at your tits as they rise and fall with each breath.

You notice, but don’t do anything to stop him. It’s been so long since you’ve felt appreciated. Wanted.

So yes, you invite him over for dinner under the guise of paying kindnesses forward. It's fun watching your kids rave as you introduce them to an honest to god superhero. They’re more excited about him than you are, asking him question after question about the job; any near-death experiences? Daring rescues and brave escapes? They want to hear it all over seconds & dessert. If you didn’t excuse your new friend from the table, the rabble would’ve gone on all night, but Rex doesn’t mind, he’s great with kids (if it means it’ll get him laid) and impresses them easily with flashy stories and backyard demonstrations of his explosive tendencies.

You’re a little harder of a nut to crack, but his persistence adds to his charm. He’s oddly punctual, always patrolling around the same time every afternoon and evening to catch you on your way to or from work, or the store. He heaves your things along no problem and it’s already unmistakably clear what Rex is vying for, so to speak. His eyes tell you a lot. His mask is a crutch more than cover because the boy has wandering eyes; when they’re capped by yellow lenses he can stare all he like, as if you can’t feel him.

But he isn’t the type to leave you in suspense about what he’s thinking, he’ll tell it to you and the witnesses, he’s that shameless.

“Those look heavy,” he says, gesturing to what you think are the bags in your hand, “Let me hold em for you.”

The thanks Rex you were intending slips away as he cups firmly under your breasts, peering at you to gauge how close you are to smacking the shit out of him, but you are stunned to silence for a moment. Then you laugh, “You’re a pervert, Rex. Did your mother never teach you manners? The right way to treat a woman?”

He gets oddly quiet at that. Then he says, “Clearly not, ‘swhy don’t you teach me then, huh? What’s a good boy look like to you?”

I think the dynamic between divorcee MILF and Rex would be abhorrently cute, back breaking aside. I think Rex has more finesse than Mark because he has more experience with women and knows how to give you what you need while also being quite selfish incredibly nonchalantly. He's very open about liking you, it's breathing, to him. He is unapologetically monopolizing you and your time so much so he very rapidly becomes a steady addition to your life- your kids know about him, the neighbors definitely know about him, and your ex???

He facetimes you to talk about the kids coming over for the weekend and Rex picks up the phone. Hair mussed, eyes narrowed to fine points, he's focused on something. Faint sounds of leather creasing in the background.

R: "She's busy."

X: "Who the fuck is this??? Busy? Busy doing what?"

Rex doesn't say anything, just flips the camera.

He's got you over the couch, zooming in on where he's got you split open, fat cock stuffed in pretty pussy; you got this man soaked to the bone!

You're a little too cock drunk to notice quickly, moving back to meet Rex's hips with a vigor yet to be matched by your mind.

R: "I think she's good where she's at, man. Let's put a raincheck on that."

—click!

[captain-bubble-wrap]

can u do auston matthews and (slightly) younger gf and lkke players on the other team chirping at him abt her and he gets all like protective

[This was a little borderline "hockey romance" instance for me, babes. I didn't want to be mean, so I did what I could with your ask.]

"Come on, Matthews! Thought you'd have a little more to play for! Robbed the cradle for that new piece of ass you're running around with, right? I know she's watching. Bet she just watched me beat your ass!"

Both Auston and the other player were escorted to their respective boxes, both firing quips back and forth following the opening instigation. Things remained heated between the two men, well into their corresponding penalties. Auston kept his eyes forward, watching his players produce the plays without him, while his competition had his eyes affixed on the Leafs' captain.

"You're a pussy, Matthews! Y|N will realize it soon enough! Bet she leaves your ass before the end of the season!" The mouthy forward just laughed as Auston continued to look on. That last forty-five seconds would tick by so slowly.

There would be numerous scrums between both teams until the final buzzer sounded; retaliation from Toronto for the mistreatment of their captain earlier in the period. The Leafs would go on to win at home, but for one player in question, you may have thought they lost the way his expression came across on film. Auston joined the rest of his team in the dressing room, did his interviews, and expressed his happiness over the win, and the comeback that had taken place. By the time everything was said and done it was late into the evening, and soon time to merge into the post-game Toronto traffic and head home.

"What's wrong, baby?" You asked, seeing Auston shuffle into the bedroom.

"Hm? Oh-- nothing, just tired."

You just looked at him, eyes slightly narrowed because you felt like there was something more he wasn't telling you, so you pressed him again. "Auston?"

"I'm alright, mama. Just some bullshit you don't need to be bothered with."

As he removed his clothes, you watched him, but not in any sort of sexual way, but more out of concern. He looked troubled and it showed through his movements as well as the expression on his face. There was something big beneath the surface and all you wanted to do was help him in any way that you could.

"Come here, baby," you motioned as he made his way to your side of the bed.

Auston said nothing, just pulled back the covers and made himself comfortable on top of you. With his head against your stomach you'd brush his hair back until his eyes fell closed. The way his hands held your body silently conveyed the weight of whatever it was that was holding him back. What could it be?

"Can you tell me what's wrong?"

Auston sighed, "I don't know why it's bothering me so much."

You'd stay quiet for a second before it dawned on you. "Is this over your fight with Connor?"

"Yeah," he laughed. "I didn't care too much what he was saying about you."

"Well, he's an ass. You know that. I wouldn't waste any time on what that asshole says."

"I know, mama, it's just... it was you he was talking about."

You frowned, still playing with his hair. "Well, I appreciate you being my white knight, though. Next time you play them, high stick him in the neck for me, or spear him in the dick,"

Hearing your sweet voice say such things made Auston laugh genuinely this time around, "I'll see what I can do."

"Can we stop talking about him, please?"

"Oh, absolutely," Auston confessed. "Gladly."

The two of you would spend the next hour with Auston asking you about your day and apologizing for his lack of attention to you lately. You'd reassure him that you understood the late-season struggles and knew that if he had the ability to be with you more, that he would. The fact that he even had the thought to apologize touched your heart.

"Have I told you how much I appreciate you being so understanding and that you don't pick fights?" Auston asked. "It's so refreshing."

You smiled, "No sense in being a drama queen. I'm not you-know-who!"

[muniimyg]

7.5: the perilla leaf 》 series m.list

note: nah cos why did u guys blow up 6.5??? jus cos it was nasty sex ????? WAS THE MIRROR SEX CH NOT AS HOT ???? 😭 jus kidding … hello to my new readers !! hello to my day 1s !!! i’m so glad u’re here <3 enj this ch as we are near the end … i know i took a hot minute... but now u guys will know WHY. pls lmk ur thots ,, i am in desperate need of validation cos i’m losing motivation 😀✊🏽 mwah ,, wuv u all ,, until next time !

warnings: this ch is lengthy !!! i'm too lazy to do a word count... anyways,, miscommunication (jk & mina, mina & oc, eunwoo & jk & oc, etc etc), rejection (take a wild guess 😛) and jealousy ((take an even wilder guess)) angst & implied smut (((pls do not be like jk,, he’s such a douche in this ch))) oc has mean girl vibes... etc etc👨‍🍳✨

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When Yuna meets you, she's wearing Taehyung’s jersey. 

You keep your mouth shut about it, hoping if you don’t bring up her situationship with Taehyung—she won’t bring up yours with Jungkook. 

It’s simple girl logic. Something you’ve always loved about Yuna is that even though she is the nosiest human to ever exist—she knows her boundaries when it comes to you. With that, you’ve always felt safe with her. Eventually, you’ll tell her everything. Besides, what fun is being in a situationship when your loving friends come in with their thoughts and concerns? Evidentially bringing the truth to light and ending your delusion? 

No fun! 

Speaking of delusion…

“Oh my god,” Yuna gasps as she makes an effort to block your view. You huff at her, annoyed at how childish she’s acting. She waves her arms frantically, trying to keep you focused on the other side of the bleachers. Isn’t that ridiculous? For someone trying to get you to avoid looking a specific way, she draws all the attention to it.  “Babes, whatever you do, don’t look—___, seriously? Stop! Please, you’re just going to—”

In disbelief, you grumble; “why is Mina wearing Jungkook’s jersey?”

Your own words make you want to throw up. 

What the actual fuck. 

She’s standing a few feet away from the soccer team with her friends. The towels in their hands—at this point should be pompoms—make them look so… Entitled? You don’t even know half of the girls she’s standing with. Yet, you hate them. 

You despise them and the way they look so perfect. 

They’re all wearing a team member’s jersey… Mina just so happens to have Jungkook’s on. It makes you wonder… Did he give that to her? Did they meet after you two fucked? Did he really mean it when he said, “quickie?”

Did he mean anything he said to you at the party? Not that he was making promises... It's just irritating because you almost believed him. 

Believed in being his girl.

... Whatever that means.

His words were sweet but the way he looked into your eyes was his entire tell. They were sweeter. He had a softness in his gaze. It looked genuine—you swear it was. 

“I think the jerseys are from last season… Look!” Yuna tugs the fabric of the jersey sleeve to you and begins to point details out. “See? This is Taehyung’s from this season. It’s made of thinner material and even the colour is lighter! Mina’s is—”

You turn the other cheek, not bothering to entertain the rest of this conversation. What was the use? You’d only hurt yourself with all the overthinking and cause drama between you and Jungkook. Besides, you have faith in him. He knows how you feel when it comes to Mina… He wouldn’t push it, right? And if anything… You can’t seem to think of a reason why he would be upset with you right now. 

The quickie was just a quickie.

Not much to say. He was normal—until he left. Jungkook had left without saying goodbye and it made you feel a little weird. Not even a text? Not even a heads-up? Not even a kiss? Odd of him. 

Again, it’s nothing worth starting a fight. 

… And besides, when were you guys the type to fight over things like this? You two aren’t dating. Communication—in this sense—is it really necessary? 

“Shit,” Yuna nudges you. “She’s waving at us. Wave back so she doesn’t know we’re talking shit—”

“We’re not talking shit,” you hiss. “Who even cares?”

“Okay, jealous era!” Her words earn an eye roll from you. Quickly, you give in and flash Mina a faint smile and wave your hands at her. She giggles and returns to chatting with her friends. 

“Remind me again… Why did I come?” you groan as you take a seat. Ignoring you, Yuna sits down beside you and takes her phone out. You peek over and see that she’s texting Taehyung good luck. “Do you go to all their games?”

“I try to.”

“Why?”

“What do you mean why?” Yuna snorts. “Taehyung likes the support.”

You bite your tongue. 

Should you even ask? It’s probably safer to assume, right?

“Do you like Taehyung?” Your words come out of your mouth before you can stop yourself. Afraid of her reaction, you brace yourself for her defensiveness. Instead, her lips curve into a smirk.

“Do you like Jungkook?”

Stupid question. 

Just when Yuna thinks you’re about to react to her question, the crowd begins to cheer. You two turn your attention to the field where your Uni’s team and the opposing team all come out and shake each other’s hands. Then, they run a small lap around the bleachers and briefly greet everyone. 

You watch Jungkook in silence. You don’t cheer his name or even wave. It doesn’t matter though. He sees you. 

When he does, he playfully squints his eyes and tilts his chin up. With both of his hands, he makes the OK hand gesture and brings the circle parts to his eyes. Then, he flips one. 

69. 

Your eyes widen. As you throw your head back to laugh, out of instinct, you give him the middle finger. He chuckles and returns your gesture by blowing you a kiss.

Mina watches as he blows his kiss towards you.

Her cheers go quiet. For a split second, you two make eye contact. She smiles at you shyly. You gulp and turn your attention back to the field. Shortly, the game begins. As the crowd cheers, she finds her mood again. Meanwhile, your attention goes back and forth to Mina, cheering on the sidelines, and Jungkook, playing like losing isn’t an option.

For some reason, you feel a little bad. She’s so supportive and cute (you hate to admit it)… And he’s… Well, why does it matter what he is? All you know is that he isn’t hers. 

Yet, he isn’t yours either.  

Jungkook scores the final goal. 

Of course, he does. 

As the crowd goes wild, you can’t help but join in. His teammates run to him, engulfing him like the ace he is. Jungkook pokes his head out and looks at the crowd. When his eyes land on you, you offer him and smile and a thumbs up. He sticks his tongue out at you before he returns to his victorious team. 

Shortly after, Yuna guides you down to the field the minute your area clears. As she does this, you can’t help but feel a little nervous. What were you going to say to him? Even if you had already seen and spent time with him today, right now feels a lot different. 

The way to the field isn’t that long of a walk. Suddenly, you’re standing across from him. He’s saying his last few goodbyes to his teammates and hanging back with Taehyung. Yuna sprints to Taehyung, happily congratulating him and teasing his soccer moves. You watch in awe as the two bond and laugh together. Walking to Jungkook, you keep your head high. 

He would be happy you showed up, right? You didn’t text him that you were coming… But this is a good surprise! At least, you hope it is. He mentioned not telling you about the game because he didn’t feel like begging you to come. Well, here you are. No begging and no sour attitude. You’re here for him. 

It’s all shits and giggles until Mina beats you to him.

He’s only a few steps away from you, but in an instant—he feels so far away. You pause, wondering if you should continue to walk to him. It doesn’t matter if he was watching or waiting for you to come to him; you can leave right now. You could turn around and just wait by the bleachers. Or… You could just go home.

Perhaps there’s a look in your eye that gives your thoughts away or maybe, your friends just know you too well. 

Yuna catches you backing away. She glares at you and side-eyes the direction towards Jungkook. In response, you shake your head with a polite smile—a smile that is trying to mask the fact that you kind of want to rip Mina’s cute head off. 

Polite. 

Just as you’re about to turn away, you feel someone grab onto your forearm. Looking up, you realize it’s Eunwoo. 

“When we were dating, I almost always begged you to come to these games,” Eunwoo complains, grinning ear to ear. “Funny seeing you here.”

Eunwoo isn’t on the team.

He doesn’t even play soccer, really. Basketball is more of his thing. In all fairness, he loves sports and a lot of his friends are on the soccer team. When you two were dating, you were almost never together on Friday nights because of these stupid games. He’d beg for you to come with him and you’d reject and promise him your Saturday night. 

“You aren’t even on the team,” you laugh, earning an embarrassed grin from him. “What’s the point of going to a game if your boyfriend isn’t on the team?”

He tilts his head. Suddenly, your words sink in. Did you really just say that?

“I came with Yuna!” you attempt to save yourself. “She always comes to these things… For Taehyung or something.. I—I just thought I’d c-check it out.”

Eunwoo gives you a funny look.

You aren’t sure if he bought your excuse but you’ll pretend like he did just to salvage any dignity you have left. Everything feels so embarrassing right now. Nothing is going your way and you just feel so out of place. 

Is it overstimulation?

You came all this way to see one person—why are there so many other people?

“Are you here to see Jungkook?” Eunwoo asks bluntly. “You know… Since he’s on the team.”

Eyes widened, you shake your head profusely. “Ew! W-what? No! Who said that? I’m here because my friends are on the team and—”

“You’re a bad liar,” he interrupts you. “Always have been. You should stick with being honest.”

You huff at him. Out of everyone here, he’s probably your safest option when it comes to admitting the truth. In a way—in your way—you give in.

“He’s talking to Mina.”

“Oh,” Eunwoo turns his head, seeing for himself what all your fuss is about. When he takes it all in, he turns back to you with a shrug. “She’s cute.”

“She is cute… You should date her.”

Eunwoo rolls his eyes before engulfing you in a bear hug. He ruffles your hair, knowing you hate it when he does this. You groan and shove him away from you. As you compose yourself, he sighs. 

“Yah, ___,” Eunwoo lifts his finger and points at you. With a serious tone, he warns you: “Don’t be so obvious with your jealousy. It hurts my feelings that you never acted this jealous when it came to me.”

You smile at him sweetly. “That’s because you’re a well-trained dog.”

“Ouch!” Eunwoo laughs, pretending you hurt his heart. “Yes, it’s true. What can I say? Any day being your bitch is a good day to be a dog… That’s why I’m still begging for you back even though I broke up with you.”

With a whiney tone, you say, “oh, shut up.” 

“Still a no to the whole getting-back-together-with-me thing?” he winks, sightly kidding and slightly not. You cross your arms and shake your head at him. He attempts one last time. “Awh, come on! We can even fake date just to get a reaction out of Jungkook… I have no problem betraying friendship for love.”

“Oh my god, shut up!”

This time, you roll your eyes at him and tell him he’s being ridiculous. You remind him that his little drunken confession at the party was close to meaningless. He knew from the very start that you’re the type to move on when things end. Good or bad, you never look back. You’ve lived your life this way for so long—you can’t recall whether it brought you more luck or pain. 

Eunwoo doesn’t care for your little speech. Instead, he laughs and continues to push your buttons.

“Wow, you must love Jungkook at this point. You know, you can just say that, right? You loveeee—“

You lunge yourself to him, attempting to playfully put him in a chokehold. He’s a lot taller than you so you struggle. Honesty, it’s cute and he can’t resist you. Eunwoo laughs and bends his knees, pretending to struggle as you seek revenge. He gives in, letting you have your way.

Meanwhile, Jungkook can’t concentrate on his conversation with Mina.

The big smile on his face faded as he watched you turn away when you were only a few steps away from him. How could you do such a thing? You walking towards him made him so happy. It was a sight he had been daydreaming of for the past few days. Though he saw you just hours before, he didn’t expect to see you at the game. 

He thought you didn’t care. 

Yet, there you were. 

Shit, how does he even begin to explain how it felt to see you there? How annoying it was when you threw your head back to laugh, and his heart raced like never before? He was obsessed with you. Every little thing you do—he was your number one fan. 

Except for moments like these. 

Where you hesitate as you walk towards him. Where you get distracted and forget about him just because your ex showed up.

Where you give up. 

“... And so, I guess… What I’m trying to ask is if you’d want to grab dinner with me and my friends? And then maybe we could do something after that… Alone? Like just the two of us?” Mina’s voice cuts in, interrupting Jungkook’s thoughts of you. “We could watch a movie at my place? My roommate went home for the weekend so we’d have the place to ourselves.”

He stares blankly, trying his best to process everything Mina is blabbing about. 

“Ohh… Thanks for the offer! You know the team and I usually celebrate with dinner together, right? ” Jungkook says it happily as if he isn’t rejecting her. “Next time?”

Idiot, Jungkook thinks to himself.

No next time. No this time. No nothing.

Why does he do this? Why does he always push things back for Mina when he doesn’t even want to reschedule? He doesn’t want to reject her… But he does.

Within seconds, the disappointment in Mina’s eyes fades when she comes up with a solution. Her eyes light up, believing in the compromise she’s about to pitch. “Then maybe I could join you guys? Taehyung and Yuna already know me and—”

“But it’s a team thing.”

Mina’s eyebrows furrow. Slightly offended, she pushes the conversation. “Oh… But Eunwoo goes. Yuna does too. She isn’t on the team—she’s just dating Taehyung.”

“No, she isn’t,” Jungkook laughs, finding the assumption cute. “At least, not yet.”

It’s not that funny, though. Mina doesn’t laugh and the silence between the two is heavy. Her facial expression drops, indicating her mood shifts to something less enthusiastic.

Annoyance?

Desperation?

Hurt.

“___ isn’t on the team. She isn’t dating you… But she’ll be there, right?” Mina chokes her words out as if she’s accepting her defeat. Saying this is a wildcard, but she plays it anyway. “Or what I mean to say is that she’s not dating you… Not yet. Haha.”

Jungkook opens his mouth, but nothing comes out. It’s dry and it’s… Nothing. No words, no thoughts.

He can’t think of a defense and he isn’t even really sure what he’s supposed to say. In his lifetime, he has gotten more than a handful of confessions… But for some reason, this one feels painful.

Pitiful.

“I don’t know what you want me to say,” Jungkook breathes. He scratches the back of his neck and looks at Mina shyly. “I really appreciate the support—I really do. It’s just… I never wanted yours.”

Mina stares at him blankly.

“Okay, I get that… But… This is what you do when you like someone. You do thoughtful things they never ask for. You sit through their practices even if it’s pouring rain or hot as fuck. You wash your towels with their favourite laundry detergent because they mentioned they're sensitive to strong scents—no, actually… I think you drive them home and ignore the other girl who sits with his friends and waits for him… Right? You blow her kisses from across the field instead of the girl that helped set up for the game.”

Jungkook’s heart drops. 

“Mina—”

“I waited for you and you never came. You didn’t even text me. Do you know how that feels? To wait for someone and they don’t even—god, I like you so much I made myself look sooo stupid.” Mina groans in frustration. She puts her hands to her face, taking a breath in before continuing to get things off her chest.

“I should’ve left. Instead, I stayed and checked my phone every two minutes in case you texted. Then, I thought, okay… At least I can try to bond with your friends. But you know what? All they could talk about was you and ___. I sat there, listening and nodding like an idiot.”

Fuck.

Jungkook wants to sympathize with her, but can’t find the words or the strength to reach out. As he hesitates, Mina gathers her final thoughts and makes her last few moves. Abruptly, she shoves the towel in her hands to Jungkook’s chest. 

“She didn’t even know you joined the team again after quitting. She has never gone to a game until today. She doesn’t even chant your name or cheer when you score a goal. She’s over there, flirting with her ex-boyfriend while you’re here rejecting me.” Mina fumes. “Is that who you’re going to pick over me? If so, fine. Nice choice, Jungkook. I wish you the best. Thanks for wasting my time.”

“You chose to be here. Look at yourself. Why are you even wearing that?” Jungkook points at the jersey she has on. Mina tightens her lips, suddenly feeling ridiculous. She pushes past him but pauses when Jungkook mumbles the words, “You led yourself on.”

Sharply, Mina raises her voice. “She doesn’t even want you.”

Ouch. 

Mina’s words hit Jungkook right in the heart. Right in the spot where his insecurities and overthinking take place—the words strike him. 

They hurt him.

They kill him.

“Don’t speak for her,” he warns, gaze lowered and stern. “She may not have cheered as loud as you during the game, but who fucking cares when she was chanting my name the other night… Or was it before the game today? I can’t remember. Fucked around too much to remember.”

Mina darts Jungkook a glare. “You’re an insensitive asshole. Do you know that?”

Jungkook huffs, beginning to feel frustrated. “Your feelings are yours, my feelings are mine. So, you don’t get to say shit about ___ to me—not about the way she treats me or her choices. I’m a grown man, Mina. I can figure it out when I need to pull out and how much shit I can take.”

“Mind giving me a few lessons, then?” she asks, eyes beginning to tear up. “I think I put up with yours for a minute too long.”

Everything becomes difficult in that exact second. There’s so much empathy Jungkook wants to express, but can not. He should not. He needs to pull away now or else he would be doing exactly what she’s accusing him of doing—leading her on. 

“I’m sorry, Mina,” Jungkook apologizes softly, truly feeling stuck. “I don’t know what I’m supposed to do.”

Mina sighs, eyes watery from the tears that threaten to fall. “You’re a grown man, Jungkook. You can figure it out when you need to pull out and how much shit you can take.” 

Jungkook lowers his head, feeling bad for his harsh words. A part of him hates how this interaction went down. He could’ve been kinder. He should’ve been kinder. At the same time, it feels like this is all worth it. There’s no better way to end things than just to cut everything off. 

Still, he attempts one last time. 

“Mina,” Jungkook raises his face and looks at her in the eyes. “Look, I was as honest as I could be. I didn’t know I would like her so much. I didn’t know I’d feel this way about her at all… It just happened. I don’t mean to be an asshole. I didn’t mean to lead you on. I’m so sorry. With my whole heart, I am so fucking sorry."

Mina gulps, a little taken aback by his words. There’s a relief in her heart when Jungkook expresses his feelings to her. At least, there was clarity.

At least, he was honest.

At least, it ends like this. 

She balls her fists and raises them. Waving them in the air, slowly and cutely, she smiles at Jungkook one last time.

Softly, she cheers, “go, Jungkook. Go.”

In the past, the friendgroup seating arrangement was a no-brainer. The order always went: other friends, you, Yuna, Taehyung, and then Jungkook. This was the blueprint. 

Tonight, it’s different.

It earns a few confused looks, but nothing major. No one thinks twice about it. Maybe that’s because they didn’t catch the small moment in between—the one where Jungkook tugged on the hem of your crewneck and you complied. Taking a seat beside him, he keeps his hands near yours.

Though the restaurant is packed and busy, sitting beside Jungkook feels slow. 

Was this even possible? For time to feel like it slows down when you’re beside him? It’s like every gesture he makes, every word that comes out of his mouth, and every stolen glance at you feels mindlessly slow. Yet, your heart races beside him. Even then, you can’t deny how gentle he is. 

How every fingertip brush he makes is intentional. How he eventually hooks his pinky onto yours. How he inches closer and closer to you. Each time, you look away and pretend you don’t notice it. You do. You really do. 

It feels strange.

Back at the field, it felt like he didn’t pay attention to you. Was it because of whatever he and Mina had discussed moments before? He didn’t talk about it when he joined you and Eunwoo. Instead, he kindly greeted you two and excused himself to quickly shower at the locker room before heading out to dinner. You and Eunwoo agreed to wait for him. 

So, you can’t put your finger on it.

He was acting strange, but it wasn’t like anyone else was saying anything about it. A part of you wonders if it’s all in your head. Even though he had acknowledged your presence and excused himself politely—it felt like he was distant. 

It hurt your feelings. 

Why is he acting so weird? The possibilities you make in your head feel limited. The entire way here, you kept replaying moments between you two recently. What could have gone wrong? What could you have done wrong? What about him changed his mind about you? These thoughts flooded your mind so much that you didn’t even realize that he tugged on your crewneck for you to sit down beside him. 

Now, here you are. 

Mind racing with anxious thoughts, sitting beside the man who is the cause.

Your mind is telling you one thing, but his actions are proving otherwise. You don’t know which to believe and it makes you unsure of what to do. Everything is muffled and you can barely make out the small talk happening around you. The only thing clearer than your confused feelings are Jungkook’s gentle touches.

… That is until Yuna and Eunwoo begin to argue. 

“Don’t you usually sit beside her?”

Yuna dismisses him. “Who cares?”

“I do,” Eunwoo protests. “If anyone is going to steal your seat, it’s going to be me!”

“No! You can’t. You can sit beside Taehyung—”

Eunwoo crosses his arms at her. “I thought you liked me. Am I no longer your favourite?”

His words trigger Yuna’s shoulders to drop. She bites her tongue and side eyes Jungkook. Jungkook catches her look and simply clears his throat. Then, he nudges you. 

“Let Yuna sit beside you.” Jungkook’s tone is serious yet casual. You tilt your head at him and give him a weird look. 

“Why does it matter?” you press. In all honesty, you aren't sure of what answer to expect. You're just poking the bear just because you can.

“I’m sitting beside you,” Jungkook points out. “It only makes sense that Yuna sits on your other side. Your favourite people in the world, you know?”

Unfazed, you shake your head. “Be honest… Do you not want Eunwoo to sit beside me?”

“I’m sitting beside you. Focus on that.”

You huff. “It’s yes or no, Jungkook.”

“Or.”

He answers without a lighthearted tone. Without a smile. Without the intention of miscommunicating what he wants. You can’t help but pity him. It’s obvious he’s a little sensitive right now and considering how he left things with you earlier—maybe you should be kinder. Maybe you should cater to him tonight. 

But… At the same time… 

Jungkook is being difficult, so maybe you should run the same play. 

Okay, fine. 

Since the ball is in your court, you shoot your shot. 

“Eunwoo,” you say sweetly, “sit beside me. Yuna can sit beside Taehyung.”

Taehyung, who is sitting across from you, gulps. He instantly feels like he’s caught in the middle. Between trying to please every request Yuna throws at him to catering to his friends—when would this agony end? When could he finally have peace and not get poop anxiety from all this drama?

“But ___—”

You hush your best friend. Yuna pouts and glares at Eunwoo. Truth be told, she doesn’t care if she’s the one sitting beside you or not—she just didn’t want it to be Eunwoo. For Jungkook’s sake; she wanted it to be him. But by the looks of it, Jungkook is in a mood and you’re way too in your head tonight. Ultimately, she accepts her defeat and slumps beside Taehyung. 

Taehyung tries to cheer her up by pointing at her favourite foods. It works. She instantly smiles and sits up with pep. He lets out a breath of relief and shares a look with Jungkook. A, that-was-a-close-one kind that makes Jungkook laugh. You watch as he laughs and can’t help but feel your annoyance begin to fade. 

Okay… It’s confirmed. He’s in a weird mood tonight, but he’s still Jungkook. 

He is still your Jungkook. 

As Eunwoo settles beside you, he strikes up a conversation with the other teammates around him. On your left, you just hear Eunwoo talking your ear off. On your right, Jungkook goes on his phone and goes quiet. Only every so often would he chuckle or make a side comments. 

It’s then that you realize you hate where you’re sitting. 

So, you do the only logical thing you can. 

Flirt with him.

Slowly, you place your hand on Jungkook’s thigh. You lean forward, pressing some weight on him. He puts his phone down and looks up at you. Cutely, you smile at him and take your hands off his lap. 

Patting his head, you softly tell him; “Jungkook, you played well.”

You run your fingers through his damp hair and look into his eyes. You bat your eyelashes a few times, attempting to act cute. Deep inside, you hope this works. You hope you win him over. 

You do.

Right then and there, all his plans go out the window. He will never get used to this. He loves hearing praises from your lips. In complete trance of how you say it, what you say, and why you say it—everything. He craves for you to be obsessed with him the way he is with you. 

So, fuck it.

He could pause his sulky attitude for you. 

Anything for you. 

Jungkook’s lips curve into a half smile. “Don’t be cute.”

“Why?” you pout. “Is it working?”

“Are you trying to entice me?” He chuckles before leaning close to you and lowering his voice. “It’s working, I’ll admit that… But it’s kind of shameless of you to be trying so hard right now. Our friends are here, ___… Don’t start shit you can’t finish, pookie.”

Playfully, you hit his shoulder. “I always finish.”

“Is that so?”

You look at him as innocent as possible. “Yeah. Thanks to you.”

Jungkook goes dizzy.

As he’s about to make a shameless remark, the waiter squeezes himself in between you two and places water down for the table. Everyone thanks him and reaches for a cup. Jungkook hands you one and you drink it. 

“Thirsty as always,” he shakes his head at you fondly. 

Then, he takes a sip of his water. By complete accident, some water spills and gets the corner of his mouth and a bit of his chin wet. You laugh, put down your cup, and tug on your sleeves. Without much thought, you move closer to him and use your sleeves to dry him. 

“You always spill your drink,” you nag. “Are you a child?”

He stays still, not wanting you to move away. “No.”

You taunt him. “Baby.” 

“Who the fuck is baby?” Jungkook mimics. 

Lowering your gaze, you send him a warning look. He laughs and puts his hands up in surrender. As you finish cleaning him up, you sneak in a final comment. “Yah, a lot of girls would break up with you if you do this shit on a first date… Such an ick. Imagine going out with a guy that needs a sippy cup.”

Jungkook rolls his eyes at how extensive you’re stretching this out. “It’s charming. I make it charming. My girlfriend would just have to get over it. It’s that simple.”

“Sure,” you agree with a sarcastic tone. “As if I can ever get over it.”

At this point, Jungkook is going to lose track of how many times you’ve made his heart skip a beat. This is completely unfair. How do you say shit like that so easily and captivate him without even knowing? Should he say something about it? 

As he opens his mouth to speak, he loses his chance. 

“___, Jungkook,” Eunwoo chimes in, “Since this is ___’s first time eating with the team… Should we just order our usual?”

Jungkook nods, agreeing with the suggestion. You do the same and state you feel indifferent. Eunwoo then goes on and on about the food. He tells you about the dishes he thinks you’ll like and which ones you should avoid due to your preferences. All the shit he says are things Jungkook has noticed about you before—it just annoys the hell out of him that Eunwoo is telling you all this shit like he’s still your boyfriend. 

He isn’t. 

So, he should shut the fuck up, right?

Jungkook’s thoughts are put on pause when his phone vibrates. He looks at the notification and reads:

Yuna [8:07PM]: stop making that face

Yuna [8:07PM]: idk if u're jealous or need to shit

Jungkook [8:08PM]: lol but like did u see her flirting w me 😌🤘

Yuna [8:08PM]: yes. do u want a medal or smt?

Jungkook [8:09PM]: she wants me fr 🦄💕

Yuna [8:11PM]: is that why she nd eunwoo look like they're abt to kiss?? 😳

Instantly, Jungkook looks up from his phone and turns to you. You're just laughing and talking with Eunwoo. No kissing in sight.

Yuna [8:11PM]: made u look 🤣

Jungkook [8:13PM]: not funny.

Yuna's laughter fills the room. You turn to her, breaking away from your conversation with Eunwoo.

"What's so funny?" you ask.

She shrugs with a smug smile on her face. Pointing at him, she teases, "Jungkook's in a mood."

You look at Jungkook and see him roll his eyes. He sinks into his seat and mutters a few inaudible words. From the looks of it, you can almost swear that his eyes were a little teary. Was he about to cry or something?

"You okay?" you ask him softly. Your concern grows as he lifts his face and looks at you. He looks tired. Exhausted even. "Do you wanna talk?"

Jungkook feels a sense of relief.

You care.

Thank god you care.

In response, he squeezes your thigh. “I’m good,” he promises. “You okay?”

You nod, leaning in. “More than.”

It happens so fast. Your eyes fluttered closed, and you were barely an inch away from his lips. He even dipped his head—and then you caught yourself.

Holy shit, were you just about to kiss him? In front of everyone? When did this become second nature? You want to believe that only you caught yourself… But it’s too late. Jungkook was bracing himself. 

He knew what you were about to do. He was giving in too.

As you break away, his heart breaks a little. Laughing awkwardly, you turn back to Eunwoo and continue your conversation with him. At this point, he isn’t sure if he’s just hangry or purely annoyed with everything and everyone. He feels so alone. He hates that you’re right beside him too. 

He’s so fucking over this. 

When the food arrives, the spread is breathtaking. Maybe it’s because everyone is hungry as fuck and the game was a huge success, but the mood suddenly lightens. The smell of meat being grilled and the sound of the side dishes being passed around was music to everyone’s ears. 

As Jungkook grills the meat, he places the first one ready on your plate. He continues to pile your plate. With lingering eyes, Taehyung groans out in frustration. 

“Yah!” He cries, “that’s unfair. You can’t possibly give ___ all that meat! Give me some!”

Yuna hits him playfully and tells him to let Jungkook be. She reaches over to the other grill and places meat on his plate. Taehyung huffs, and sinks into his seat. 

“Jungkook used to put meat on my plate first.” Taehyung continues to whine.

You all hear him but choose to ignore his words. You aren’t even sure how you’re supposed to act with this. Jungkook was always sweet to you. He has always looked out for you. He has been a gentleman… Now that you’re paying attention to him—you can’t help but feel so infatuated. 

You're drawn to him.

“Do you even eat that much meat?” Eunwoo teases, as he reaches over your plate and picks a piece of meat off. He shoves it in his mouth and you laugh at him. His cheeks are all puffy from the food he stuffed in. 

“No, but that doesn’t mean you can steal it off my plate,” you mutter. “You’re such a thief.”

“I stole your heart once upon a time,” he reminds you. “I’ll be the thief if you’re the cop.”

You cringe at him. “Thank god you broke up with me.”

“You used to love my lines!” Eunwoo jokes, suddenly ruffing your hair like how he did at the field. You shove his hand away and groan at him. 

Jungkook witnesses it all.

The entire time, he feels like he’s being tortured. Sure, you’re allowed to have other guy friends. Sure, you’re allowed to have exes… So why was this bothering him so much? Eunwoo is a good guy too! He’s his friend and it’s not like Jungkook has dibs. If we’re being realistic—Eunwoo had you first. 

Cue Jungkook’s insecurities. 

Do they know how long it took for Jungkook to get to where he is with you right now? How long he had to wait just for him to be able to hook your pinkies together under a table? How long it took for you to sit down beside him without arguing? How long it took for you to accept his presence? How long it took him to get you to act cute?

Too long.

And here Eunwoo is—a mere ex-boyfriend—getting your banters and treating you like you’re still his. 

It makes Jungkook sick to his stomach. He’s losing his appetite by the second.

His thoughts are put on pause when Eunwoo proclaims: “___, look! Our favourite… Perilla leaves!”

Jungkook’s eyes bulge. 

You smile at Eunwoo and practically celebrate with him. As he picks one up with his chopsticks, another sticks to it. As you pick up your chopsticks, you take the other side and peel the perilla leaf apart. Together, you and Eunwoo giggle and wrap the perilla leaf with some meat. Suddenly, he brings his wrapped perilla leaf to your mouth. Happily, you eat what he offered.

“Good bite, baby.” Eunwoo praises you.

With a mouth full, you childishly hit him and scold him for not taking a bite himself. Eunwoo listens and picks up another perilla leaf. You two repeat to peel them a part and—

Jungkook wants to kill himself.

Oh god, he wants to rip Eunwoo’s head off. 

To make matters worse, Yuna attempts to be of rescue.

"Eunwoo," she gasps. "Aren't you being a little too shameless?"

Eunwoo shrugs as he prepares another bite for you. "Yuna, just because there's a goalie doesn't mean I can't score."

That does it. Something inside Jungkook snaps. He wants to be so mad at you—no, he is so mad at you.

How could you do this to him? How could you let Eunwoo say such things?

Don’t you know what this all means? Falling in love. Marriage. Children. A whole fucking nuclear future with someone that wasn’t him. It’s fucking insane you’d let Eunwoo go this far… And right in front of Jungkook? Were you serious? Do you hate him this much?

In a hurry, Jungkook takes his phone and opens his iMessage. He taps on your name— which is easy because it’s pinned—and sends you a text. 

Then, he puts his phone down and begins to shove food into his mouth. He stays quiet and glares at the meat as if the meat did him wrong too. He can’t even begin to express how he feels—it’s just all over the place. He is all over the place.

When his text is sent, your phone vibrates. You glance at Jungkook, a little confused as you see that he sent you a text. Sliding your phone open, you tap on his message.

mfker [8:32PM]: video attachment

Curiously, you tap on the video. As it loads, you turn down your phone volume just in case it was too loud. When the volume icon goes away, your screen reveals a familiar zooming in shot of Jungkook's face. He rolls his eyes and you hear yourself laugh. Suddenly, the angle switches to you holding the camera out at arms length.

You see the corner of your face. Your boobs. Your ass. His abs. His smirk. Him. Naked.

Your hands fly to your mouth, stopping yourself from gasping out-loud.

The sex tape.

Your sex tape with him.

In a split second, you shut your phone and turn it over. Wide-eyed, you push yourself away from the table and make the effort to excuse yourself. Everyone acknowledges your announcement but for Jungkook. He doesn’t even look up.

As you get up, you turn to him. You utter under your breath, “meet me outside. We need to talk.”

The minute Jungkook slams his car door shut, you get right to the point. 

“What the fuck was that?”

Jungkook settles into his seat, unafraid of your anger. He was unashamed. What he did was reckless, yes, but it was no mistake. 

With a nonchalant tone, he answers you. “What? The video? You told me to send it to you.”

Groaning, you bring your hands to your face. “Not during dinner! Not when our friends are sitting beside us! That was fucking embarrassing. Are you trying to humiliate me? That shit is private. It's us intimate. What kind of game are you playing—”

“I’m not playing any fucking game,” Jungkook controls his rage. “Why are you so embarrassed? Because it’s me fucking you in that video and not Eunwoo?”

Your eyes widen at his words. 

You want to scream. Instead, with a calm and slow tone, you confront him. “So… That’s what this is about?” 

Jungkook sighs heavily, clearly fed up with this conversation already. He doesn’t answer you. Instead, he reaches over and opens his glove compartment. As he rummages through, you huff at his avoidance. When he finds what he needs, he aggressively shuts the compartment closed. You watch as he brings his device to his lips. Inhaling, he takes a hit of his vape. 

You glare at him.

“Can you do that on your own time? I’m trying to talk to you.”

He turns to you and blows a puff at you. 

“Jungkook,” you warn him, “stop it.”

In response, he shrugs and takes a final hit. 

“I didn’t even know you vape,” you say quietly. “Aren’t you supposed to take care of your body and shit? As an athlete?”

He chuckles at the label. Athlete. Sure, that’s what he was… But he was also on a break for a good amount of time. He was also human. 

“I’m just stressed,” he admits. “You make me stressed.”

You laugh and take the opportunity to grab the vape from his hands. Without much thought, you open your door and toss it out. He rolls his eyes and just as he’s about to open his car door to retrieve it—you catch his wrist. 

“Can you focus on me?” 

As much as he hates to admit it, your words will always win him over. Even though he hesitates, he surrenders. Jungkook settles himself into his seat again and puts his hands on the wheel. Bowing his head, he shuts his eyes and takes a moment. 

Silence fills the car as you two try to figure out which direction this conversation should go. So far, not so good. 

You attempt once again. This time, you go from a different angle. 

“Why did you leave me earlier today? I know you were busy but… You didn’t even say goodbye.” In all honesty, you hate it when you say shit like this. You feel so weak and like you could let out a sob in between words. Not to mention the fact that you’re rarely in this position. This was new. You have never fought for anyone the way you fight for Jungkook.

“I had a game.”

Jungkook’s concise answer irks you. Was he fucking serious? Could he try even just a little bit?

“I know you had a game.. At least, I found out through Mina’s Instagram post… Which… I mean, you didn’t even bother telling me you had a game. Yuna goes to those—I can too.”

No.

That’s not even what you really mean to say. What you mean to say is: I want to go to your games. I want you to want me to be there. I want you to care if I’m there or not. I want to be the one wearing your fucking jersey. 

Jungkook responds plainly, “I told you… I didn’t feel like begging for you to come.”

“You don’t have to beg,” you pitch. “I would have—”

“You would have what?” he sneers. “Would you have come then? Without me asking? Without me telling you? Or did you come out of spite? Like, the fact that Mina was around me and you weren’t… Is that what brought you to me today?” 

Hilarious.

Wow, what a dick.

“No,” you object. “I came because you came over for a quickie and then left. Without a word. Without a kiss. It was unlike you. I wanted to talk about it but you’re acting like this and I can’t—I don’t understand what’s going on. Jungkook, what’s going on?”

At this point, you're practically desperate. You reach for his hands. Eyes searching for his, he shakes your grip off his hands the second you intertwine them. You furrow your eyebrows, completely confused and shocked at his rejection. Wasn’t this what he wanted?

“I hate you.”

Suddenly, your throat feels dry. In an attempt to calm your mind, you search for his hands again. For the second time, he pushes yours away. Then, you brace yourself. What he says next could ultimately be the end… Right? This is where everything is headed. 

The end. 

Then, he says the oddest thing. 

“I hate perilla leaves.”

You tilt your head at him. “What?”

“Are you going to marry him?”

You blink.

“Who?”

“Eunwoo.”

For a moment, you wonder if he’s joking. Was he actually serious? Your question is answered as Jungkook lifts his head and looks at you with a sad expression. It takes you by surprise. Come to think of it—you’ve never seen him upset. At least, not like this. Not sad. Not defeated.

“You’re mad at me… Because of a perilla leaf?”

Your loss for words. Unexplainable. Unbelievable.

He looks at you with despair. “Do you not get it? ___, the next thing to happen after you peel perilla leaves with someone is holding hands with them. Then, you fall in love. Marriage. Babies. What about me? What happens to me, huh? What happens to us? You don't even hold my hand.”

You’re dumbfounded. 

“Jungkook, you can’t be serious…”

“He patted your head. Are you a fucking dog?”

Sharply, you mention, “I patted your head too.”

It doesn’t matter. He looks at you dead in the eyes. “Eunwoo is supposed to be your ex-boyfriend, not your fiancé.”

You almost gag. “He’s not my fiancé—”

“You peeled the perilla—no. You let him feed you. Fuck you for that.”

Frustrated, you curse. “Holy shit, do you hear yourself?” 

He doesn't utter another word. Instead, he stays quiet. Then, when you open your mouth to speak, he beats you to it.

“I hate Eunwoo.”

A beat.

“I hate Mina.”

Just as expected, Jungkook provokes you. 

“What the hell does Mina have to do with this—”

“Everything!” you express rather triggered. "Look, I don't know what you expect from me. I’m not going to go to your fucking practices with a towel in my hand ready to wipe your precious golden sweat. I’m not Mina—”

Jungkook cuts you off only to repeat his question. “What the hell does you not being Mina have to do with all of this? How does that justify the perilla leaf?”

At this point, you feel like you're losing your mind. Childishly, you chant: “Fuck the perilla leaf. The issue is that you're all about her. Mina this, Mina that! You’re so fucking annoying with her—”

Jungkook snaps. “Are you this insecure?”

“Fuck that,” you grumble. “She was wearing your jersey today. How do you think that made me feel?”

He glares at you. “You’re fucking insane if you think I rather see her wear my jersey over you.”

“Why’d she have it on then?” you interrogate. “Are you fucking her too?”

Line: crossed.

There's madness in Jungkook's eyes. His chest burns in slow anger and feels like he's overheating from everything you've said and done thus far. He's tired.. He feels like he's losing.

Fuck it.

One last fight.

One last try.

“Are you fucking serious?” Jungkook slows down his words, trying his best not to raise his voice. It’s so fucking hard. He’s so irritated by your attitude and your fucking delusion. “___, I acted like a total douche to Mina today so she’d leave me alone. I feel horrible already, but I also feel relieved. So, stop it. You don’t have to hate her. You shouldn’t hate her. You don’t need to make these fucking assumptions because that’s just out of line.”

Like fire, your own anger consumes you. “Are you defending her?”

“There’s nothing to defend,” he insists, voice beginning to tremble. “Holy shit, I was such a douche to her already so you can chill.”

You glare at him. “I am chill.”

Lies.

“You gave me a blowjob that one time so I wouldn’t make it to my dinner plans with her,” he comments. “That was a pretty bitch move.”

Out of reflex, your mouth drops a little. You can not believe it. Did he really bring that up? “Excuse me?”

Jungkook blinks at you. “It was a bitch move. I didn’t mind, though. Why? Because it felt like you wanted me. Every time you make me feel that way—I can’t let that shit go.”

“So what? Do you want me to say thank you?” you spit. “Are you fucking kidding me? I don’t care if you—”

“You never asked for it, I get that,” Jungkook interrupts you. He takes a minute. Suddenly, he recalls his moment with Mina at the field and feels his heart break a little. So... This is what it feels like to be on the receiving end. “What I’m saying is that I stopped entertaining her because I—well, I thought it would ease your heart. You overthink so fucking much, I'm beginning to run out of solutions. Do you even know how much I hate your jokes? The ones about me talking to other girls? I hate them. I only talk to you. I only think of you. Only you.” 

Your heart drops. 

“I never asked for any of that.” 

Something is wrong.

All your words are wrong. Everything you want to say is not coming out of your mouth. What you mean to say to him is; oh my god. You didn’t have to do that for me, but I feel so seen and heard that you did. 

Jealousy has always been a funny thing. Never has it been triggered the way it is when it comes to you and Jungkook. Though some may argue this to be toxic, it is simply the truth about relationships. Jealousy is a healthy emotion as long as it is expressed and validated moderately. It’s so hard to be upset with Jungkook when his confessions are so wholesome. He did a kind thing for you. He did it to bring you peace. Here you are, acting ungrateful because you can’t fathom the way he cares for you.

Jungkook huffs. “___, that’s exactly it. You never need to ask when it comes to me. Whatever you want, I give. I fold. Tenfold. That’s the fucking cycle we’re in and I’m beginning to get sick of it.” 

A silence falls upon you two. All you hear are the raindrops from the sky begin to splat on his window. For a moment, you get so lost in your thoughts, that your head begins to hurt. After a few more moments of silence, you realize it isn't your head.

It's your heart.

It feels like a knife has been stabbed into it—his and yours. All at once, it just aches. You both feel it. Your hearts grow tired and fragile.

Truly, it's ironic how the gentle silence is ruined by such brutal words. It's then when the knife, that was stabbed into both of your hearts, twists.

"What do we do now?"

"I think we need a break."

[pleucas]

i got a few asks about my process :0 so yea i took some screenshots mid-process of my recent cliff-skk thing just for that

m gonna preface everything by saying that i did have a ref for the environment!! i avoid color dropping from the image and tracing cuz i do want to hone some digital skills. also saying i'm doing an "environment study" when i'm really just drawing skk makes me feel better abt myself

when i don't have a reference, i tend to do some thumbnail sketches in my sketchbook. here's some random stuff of past work, where i rawdogged everything:

but whatever, back to the cliff-skk. i'll also post a timelapse of it for easy ref, but detailed stuff is under the cut :)

first i did some rough sketches on an orangeish background (underpainting etiquette, i find it helps things feel brighter and keep a stable tone when choosing colors to lay on top), and I quickly lined skk :)

then I laid down some flats for the background, again really eyeballing the reference for hues. afterwards i thought it was a bit bright, and i wanted a more sepia/nostalgia feel to it, so i hue adjusted everything to something more uniform

then i lay down flats for skk + the ocean, which i both had to color adjust a lot (you might see that in the timelapse), and then i jump straight into rendering the background. when i render, i always prefer to do it over something lineless, so i turn the sketch layer off. i rarely do lineart for backgrounds.

i also used to render the characters first, but i've found that it's just not a great approach—especially for art where characters and background are interacting, knowing the hues and shades of the environment is crucial to effective rendering on the character that doesn't make them look out of place.

when i'm rendering, i really try to keep in mind tenants of contrast, perspective, form, and light/shadow. ex, stuff "closer" to us has more detail; the hill in the back is minimalist (in comparison); the shadows lean cool-green while the light leans gray-yellow. rake brushes really carried me here idk... my fav brushstyle forever

eventually i reach a point where i'm satisfied (or bored) with the background. for the last stages i usually have the subjects hidden so i can really perfect the details—but then for super duper final details, like the little leaf specks and grass strands, i unhid skk so the poppy details could work around skk. then i get to rendering the characters :)

i forgot to take ss of all the stages when i rendered skk, but here's something from... about the middle of the process? i tend to render characters with the lineart hidden as well, sometimes bringing it back just to clarify things, but ultimately i prefer to define things by form than by line. that's just me tho idk, idt it makes or breaks anything, just a preference

again rlly just thinking about cool/warm, reflective tones (the greenish shadow on chuuya's left inner leg, sky-gray blue on dazai's vest), really just slotting the subject into the environment. after i finish rendering the characters, i usually return to the background and add some stuff—in this one i defined the waves a bit and put some grass around skk

and yeah then we're done idk LOL. sometimes i run the file through camera raw (photoshop) to do some color adjustments—i find that my iPad displays colors super differently, usually making things a lot lighter than they are (u can see how dark the timelapse is...), so i find myself lightening my work a lot. i also sharpen and add noise as needed :)

i think my process has changed a lotttt even in this past year. it's kinda crazy!! it's always fun to do these and just reflect a bit on how i work. mostly just mindless insanity until it kinda works.

thanks for sending in an ask. and if u read all that, thanks to u too lolol

[sworeidnevercompromise]

ꨄ︎ pillow talk: a drew starkey smau < part three > series masterlist

divider creds: @adornedwithlight

｡ﾟﾟ･｡･ﾟﾟ｡ ﾟ。 author's note: this one kind of goes through a few days very fast! 　ﾟ･｡･ﾟ so does part 4 lol but parts 5-8 won't be as rushed HAHA love u 💋

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[silver-the-pendejo]

Maybe a comfort fic, where reader gets turned into a bunny and legend helps them with their instincts? play, burrow, etc?

I also really love to read your works! your an awesome writer. (sorry English Is not my first language)

(FIRST REQUEST LESGOOO -no the ones made by our gc dont count Chopis and Final and Nalu and Astre /j-) GASP TYYYYYY :D Hope u like it tbhh, nom nom also non first language English buddies lesgo

Burrowed in Comfort

Legend (Linked Universe) x Reader Fluff Reader uses They/Them pronouns Words:1207

It had started as a routine check of the perimeter. Legend and Y/N were the ones in charge of it, having wandered outside the camp. Nothing too serious—just a simple check to ensure no monsters had gotten too close to the group while they rested for the day. The sun was warm, the breeze light, and everything seemed peaceful.

Then the chaos started when the two of them came across an old artifact buried in the grass, barely part of it visible. At first, it seemed like something a traveler had lost a long time ago, now forgotten in this place. But as Y/N bent down to pick it up, a magic pulse emanated from the artifact, involving both them and Legend in an instant.

The next thing they knew, they were a small, fluffy bunny, and the world had grown several times larger. Looking down, they saw paws. Soft, round, black paws. The shape of their body was no longer human. Instead, they had the form of a small, fluffy bunny—ears long and twitching, fur thick and soft.

At first, they felt panic. Their mind raced, trying to comprehend the drastic change, but their instincts kicked in almost immediately. Every sense seemed to be on overdrive. The sounds of the world felt louder, the scents sharper, the air fresher. Y/N could feel an odd sensation of wanting to hop, to run, to explore, all at once.

A soft, familiar voice broke through their overwhelming thoughts. Legend, who had also been caught in the pulse, stood nearby—his own pink bunny form. His large, expressive eyes locked onto Y/N, and he hopped closer.

“Y/N?” Legend’s voice was soft, and there was a hint of panic in it, though it was tempered by a level of calm that Y/N had come to rely on. "Are you alright?"

They tried to speak, but all that came out was a soft squeak, which made Legend blink again, clearly startled. The realization hit hard: they couldn't speak like this.

Instead, they tried to communicate with their eyes, looking at him and then down at their bunny body, then back at him.

“I know, I know,” Legend said softly, taking a cautious hop forward. “This is... strange. But we need to focus. We’ll figure this out. Let’s start by getting back to camp—maybe someone there can help.”

As they hopped back toward camp, Y/N's instincts seemed to take over more and more. They couldn’t help it—every rustling leaf, every flicker of movement in the grass caught their attention. They paused, their little bunny nose twitching as they sniffed the air, their paws itching to chase after the movement. It was as if the world had come alive with possibilities, and they were suddenly hyper-aware of everything around them.

Legend, noticing the way Y/N’s ears perked at every sound, couldn’t help but smile softly. He knew it wasn’t easy, but in a strange way, this was also a chance to help them adjust to this new form.

“Hey, hey, calm down for a second,” Legend said, his voice gentle but firm. “I know it’s a lot right now, but we can take it slow. We’re going to need to learn how to control these instincts—like the need to burrow, or… play, I guess.”

Y/N paused, trying to follow his advice. They hadn’t realized it, but their paws were itching to dig at the soft earth beneath them. The urge to burrow was almost overwhelming. Legend, seeing this, hopped closer.

“Burrowing’s not the worst instinct to have, but we don’t need to dig a hole in the middle of the camp, right?” He gave a light chuckle, trying to ease Y/N’s growing unease. “Let’s just… stay focused. For now.”

But the urge to burrow didn’t go away. Y/N let out a small, frustrated squeak and looked up at Legend with wide, confused eyes.

“Here’s what we’ll do,” Legend suggested, his ears twitching. He motioned to a nearby pile of soft leaves that was gathered beneath a tree. “Instead of digging in the ground, we can make a little nest. It’ll help channel the urge without making a mess of things. Plus, it’ll be a nice place to rest before having to deal with the others back at the camp.”

Y/N blinked, still feeling the overwhelming need to act on their instincts. But seeing Legend begin to hop over to the pile of leaves, they followed. It felt odd at first, but as they pawed through the soft foliage and curled up into a little nest beside Legend, they felt a strange sense of relief. The instinct wasn’t so overwhelming anymore; it was just a natural thing they could channel into something else.

“There,” Legend said, settling beside them, his pink bunny tail flicking back and forth. “How’s that feel?”

Y/N gave a small, relieved squeak, curling up slightly in the nest. The pressure in their chest eased, and they let out a contented sigh, though still confused by the situation. It wasn’t perfect, but it was manageable.

Legend watched them for a moment, then gave a small laugh. "See? We can make the best of it. There’s no shame in following your instincts, but we can definitely control them. You just need someone to guide you."

Y/N nodded, their ears flicking in acknowledgment. It wasn’t easy, but with Legend’s patient guidance, they were starting to get the hang of it. Still, the curiosity to explore, to play, remained—little hops and tugs on leaves, as if the world around them were a giant playground.

Legend, noticing how Y/N was beginning to settle into the nest but still looking a little unsure, couldn't resist the urge to comfort them. Without a word, he nudged Y/N gently with his soft bunny nose, his large, warm eyes meeting theirs.

"Hey," he murmured softly, his voice full of tenderness. "I know today has been a lot. I think we both need a little rest, don’t you think?"

They nodded. The warmth of the nest and the calming presence of Legend beside them made everything feel a little safer. Without hesitation, Y/N scooted closer, their tiny bunny body curling up against Legend’s. The softness of his fur against theirs was comforting, and the steady, rhythmic thump of his little bunny heart was oddly soothing.

Legend wrapped one of his paws around Y/N, pulling them in gently as he nestled against them. His pink bunny ears twitched with affection as he settled into the cuddle. "You’re safe here, Y/N," he whispered, his voice soft and quiet.

Y/N let out a contented squeak, nuzzling into the warmth of Legend’s side. The frantic thoughts that had been swirling in their mind started to slow down. The world seemed less daunting with Legend by their side, his presence a steady anchor in this unfamiliar situation.

They both closed their eyes for a moment, taking in the comfort of the other’s presence. The urge to hop around and explore hadn’t entirely faded, but it was easier to manage now. They could breathe in the peace that came from being close to someone who cared for them.

Ngl to you all this was fun but, WHAT IS WITH YOU ALL'S OBBSESSION WITH FUCKIGN LEGEND He is my number 1 OPP at this point i swear (After Bark and Chaotic) Anyways ask's and request's open byeee

[11queensupreme11]

Does cu chulainn have a favorite daughter and also CAN U GIVE US AN EXAMPLE OF LUISNE AND CU CHULAINN OR HER WITH HER BROTHER PLSLS🙏🙏😭😭 IM DYING TO SEE HOW THEY INTEŔACT

cú chulainn does have a favorite lowkey but because he's one of the yans who actually loves his kids, it's not that obvious. it's not like poseidon who makes it DAMN obvious that his fav kid is percy. cú chulainn's not blatant with it and it's more like "this kid's my favorite cuz she causes me the least panic" and not like "this kid is my favorite because she's the only one i love, i couldn't care less about the other worthless children" (like poseidon LMAO) 😭😭😭

since i don't have the other kids' personalities ready yet, i can't say which would be his fav

AND AS FOR THE LUISNE ONE, I NEED MORE SPECIFICSSSSSS 😭😭😭

i can list out these fun facts tho:

luisne once demanded tanzania, brazil, and russia because they produce the most gemstones or certain ones that she likes. cú chulainn ACTUALLY was gonna take over those countries, but percy stopped him 💀

luisne eats with gem-encrusted utensils. she also eats with gem-encrusted bowls, plates, goblets, etc

luisne once cried because cearbhall sat on one of her tiaras and his stupid fat ass broke it. cú chulainn yelled at him 😭😭😭

her first word was "GIMME 👹" and she was pointing at some random goddess' ruby diadem. cú chulainn snatched it right off the poor lady's head so he could give it to his baby 💀 percy was not impressed

luisne has an entire floor to herself at the palace and over a hundred rooms on that floor are full of her things

she is a kleptomaniac, but not the sneaky kind 😭 if she sees something she likes, she takes it and doesn't care if anyone sees. it's hers now. people let her do it because if they try to take it back, her daddy would kill them 😭

everyone is terrified whenever her birthday comes. because percy is percy and she loves her kids, she ALWAYS celebrates her babies' birthdays every year. luisne's birthday parties are terrifying because if she doesn't like a present, cú chulainn would actually try to kill the gifter for daring to give her a "bad present" 💀

cearbhall and cú chulainn kill at least 50 servants per year because they did something luisne didn't like (didn't clean one her gems well enough, didn't prepare for her a dress she liked, etc.). the reason the number's so low is because percy is sometimes around to actually stop them 💀

when poseidon or beelzebub are nearby, she actually behaves and sticks close to her parents or siblings. this is because those two genuinely scare her 💀💀💀 they've never done anything to her so dw, but they're just TERRIFYING to be around 💀💀💀

when she was little, she ate a diamond but they didn't taste good so she decided not to eat her gems anymore

she DOES however, eat meals with edible gold leaves. all her meals henceforth have gold leaves. percy incorporates gold leaves into every meal she cooks or bakes because she knows luisne likes them 💖💖💖

when cú chulainn learned of this, he had no idea wtf that was and got her an actual leaf made of gold for her to eat and she got angry and threw it at him 😭

she doesn't like any of the luxury brands in midgard because they're too ugly and cheap for her 😂😂😂

[carmenberzattosgf]

(hii its carmyboobear!!)

idk if u have already thought abt this but: calming down carmy from a panic attack?? like when he’s freaking out in s2 I just wanna be there for him so bad ;_; ;_; idk I just wanna take care of him sometimes… also hope ur having a great day!!!

Hi friend!!! Omg I have thought about this. For sake of this blurb, reader is working at the bear! (for pining sake I don’t think they are together in this but it’s always up to your interpretation!)

You arrive at work early. Way earlier than normal. You want to work on a new dish before you’re officially on the clock. Usually, the only other person in the restaurant this early is Carmen. In fact, you see his beat up car as you pull in the back lot.

It’s been over 30 minutes at the restaurant, but no sign of Carmy. His knives are out on his station. He has to be here somewhere.

You walk over to the office; maybe he’s working on paperwork. However, you’re met with a closed door. “Carmy? You in there?” you shout through the door. There’s no answer on the other side, so you open the door to check inside.

Carmy’s sitting back to the wall with his knees to his chest inside. His forehead rests on his knees; he doesn’t see you come in. He didn’t even hear you call out through the door the first time. The thoughts are too loud in his head, everything’s too loud.

“Carmy? Carm, are you okay?” He doesn’t react to your voice. You step closer, kneeling down in front of him, gently resting your hand on his leg. Carmy flinches at the contact, and his head snaps up to look at you. It’s only then you put the pieces together. He’s trembling underneath your hand. His eyes are wide like he’s terrified. Carmy’s panting. His chest rising rapidly under his white t-shirt.

Out of instinct your hands cup his face, forcing him to meet your eyes. His skin burns underneath your palms. “Hey, hey, hey. You’re okay, Carmy.” You speak softly, trying to calm him down. “Did something happen?”

“N-no.” He manages to choke out between pants. He’s hyperventilating. You need to get him to calm down.

“I need you to breathe with me, yeah? Nice and slow.” You take deep slow breathes, and Carmy tries to, but he just can’t slow down his breathing. He’s completely overwhelmed by panic. “Let’s try something else. Can you name five things you can see for me?”

“W-what?”

“What do you see? Can you name five things you can see right now? Just five. I’ll count them for you.”

“U-uhm.” You watch his eyes start to dart around the room. “I—I uh—I see a computer.”

“Good, that’s one. What else?”

“I—I see you.”

You offer him a soft giggle. “That’s two. How about three more things?”

“I see a desk— a chair—“ his breathing is slowing down, but he’s still struggling to catch his breath. “And a pen.”

“Perfect. Now, can you tell me four things you can feel?”

“Uhm.” You can see the thoughts in his brain begin to slow down. “I feel y-your hands on my face. And uh— the ground I’m sitting on.” You rub your thumb gently along his cheek while he speaks, giving him another thing to distract himself from his brain. “I can feel the fabric of my jeans on my palms. And uh— the wall against my back.”

He’s finally starting to calm down, just a little bit. “There we go, Carmy. You’re doing good. What are three things you can hear?”

“The hum of the computer. Uhm. Does the sound of my breathing count?”

“Just anything you can hear. Can you name one more?”

“T-the music you have on in the kitchen.”

“What’s the point of coming in early if I can’t play my tunes?” You joke. A faint smile appears on his lips. His breathing is near normal, but he’s still shaking like a leaf. “Okay, this one might be hard. What’s two things you can smell?” He answers quicker then you expect, barely missing a beat.

“Your perfume. It smells nice.” It’s the first time he’s ever been so close to you for such an extended period of time. You’re still holding his face in your palms. He’s smelling the perfume you dabbed on your wrists before walking out the door this morning. He’s smelled it before, but never so intensely. “And uh— the cup of coffee on the desk.”

“Last thing. One thing you can taste?”

“Cigarette smoke.” You can’t help the belly laugh that leaves your throat. A small laugh leaves his, too. He had already had three cigarettes this morning, and it was barely dawn. The panic attack was going to happen no matter how many he smoked. He was just trying to delay the inevitable.

“I should have expected that one. You feeling better now? At least a little bit?” You finally let go of his face, starting to feel a bit awkward. The trembling in his hands has nearly stopped.

“Much better. Thank you— really thank you. Sorry you had to deal with that. Usually I can stop it— at work at least. Didn’t think anyone else was here.”

“No, don’t apologize. Nothing to be sorry about. Does this happen a lot?”

“Um… you could say that. I’m okay—promise. Just managing it the best I can.”

“If this is managing it, I’m scared to ask what not managing it is like.” There’s a lull between you two. Yeah, his not managing it was much, much worse. “Would you maybe wanna talk about it? Like maybe after work?” You instantly start backtracking, scared of crossing a line. “You don’t have to though! I mean we can just leave it if you want to I—“

“I would love to do that.” He interrupts you before you continue rambling. “Let’s get back to work, yeah? I wanna hear what’s on your playlist.”

[monakisu]

rating oil paintings i did in high school based on their likability (to Me) ⊙▂⊙

light study 💡 - the earliest one out of all of these bcuz i technically painted it in middle school but then went back in HS to add the seagulls and boat so i could fit it into the theme of my AP art portfolio LMAOOO but still one of my favorites, which is sorta sad cuz it’s so old… 9/10

filial love - honestly didn’t care for this one very much because it was meant to just be more fodder for my AP portfolio but turns out my mom likes it a lot!! she says it reminds her of “the lion of judah ✝️” (whoever that is) so i was happy to give it to her! she displays it in her room so her fondness really carries this one’s rating: 10/10

play nice with your brother!! 🐻‍❄️ - i like this one a lot! because it’s one of the only paintings my hardass art teacher let me use neon colors on (or at least as neon as u can get with oil paint). usually he just paints over my colors to make them grayer. that guy… otherwise this one is just not very interesting. 8/10

koi pond 🎏 - PRIME EXAMPLE OF WHAT I MEAN when he paints over my stuff with gray!!! i was so excited to paint this one and added all sorts of flair that i like—pink dots as leaf highlights, super detailed colorful water—AND THEN HE JUST WENT AND SMEARED ALL MY DETAILS 💀💀💀 so i Hate this one and avoid looking at it as much as possible. 0/10 below it is a version from a diff angle that i did in an hour with shitty free acrylic verrryyy recently in college, and u can just see how i went ham on the colors right?! eugh. what could’ve been… 🪦

with heavy heart ❤️ - a pretty big old lady (18x24”). i feel obligated to like her because she won me the congressional competition for my district so i got to go to the capitol to see her framed there and briefly meet my stale white bread representative but HONESTLY all i can think about is how hideous my makeup was at the time and i get upset. 🙁 i do think this granny is very pretty though!! 7/10

my ocean blue 🪼 - this one im not sure if i like it or only tolerate it. i just wanted to paint a super colorful coral reef!! "🐠🪸🫧" you know?? but my mom and teacher said it Needed a message for ~intrigue~ so they brainstormed together (without me) and made me add this random ass child with a VR headset smack dab in the middle… something about cyberreality? IDK i just want her ass gone so badly. i also never got around to finishing the stripes on that fish in the front but nobody calls me out on it so it's whatever 🤷‍♂️ LOL 4/10

radial self portrait 🎯 - HUGE DEVIATION IN STYLE not only bcuz this one’s gouache instead of oil but also because i got to paint without an old man (art teacher) hovering over my shoulder!!! 😸 it was my first time painting something super stylized and i realized that painting can actually be Not Agonizing!!! 😸😸 this was at my summer camp where we had to come up with a radial pattern using a compass (i hate that little pointy shit) and then combine it with our self portrait. it’s me having a headache! i painted this in a single stressful sleepless night because i have HORRIFIC time management when i’m left alone so it’s pretty sloppy. also at the time i had those blonde e-girl bangs hahaha… i still like this one a lot!! i was just SO happy i didn't have to go photorealistic AND i could use my favorite colors (mainly hot pink)!!! 10/10 😸

overall my high school painting in experience was spent beefing with my art teacher and inhaling paint fumes. sort of miserable honestly -_-

[linomilkers]

can u use a safe word with felix ?

yes :-)

[warnings: overstimulation, safe word use, aftercare]

Typically, Felix doesn't have a mean bone in his body.

He's sweet; he's a type of tender that Y/N has only ever known him to be. Clingy and soft, all gentle kisses to wake her up and careful hands brushing hair from her face. Felix doesn't ever even raise his voice at her, if they aren't playing around with each other. In bed he could be rough, but only when she wanted it, and only when she'd specifically asks.

Just because he isn't exactly rough with her, doesn't mean that he's shy with his kinks. There's plenty of non-vanilla things that turn Felix on, and something Y/N has come to find is that overstimulation was a big one. Whether she was overstimulating him (or he was overstimulating himself) or vice versa, Felix didn't care, she just knew that by the end of it he was cumming hard, flushed red all the way down his chest, with pupils blown.

And Y/N never minded that. She liked it, even, and sometimes it was fun to see how many times either of them could cum before it was too much. Before she was shoving him away and twitching, sensitive, needing a break. How he could resort her to tears even when he's still cooing at her, soft and sweet, in between the moments where his mouth is fixed on her pussy like he's starving for it.

Everyone had a breaking point though. Sometimes it was too much far quicker than normal, and usually Felix is good at picking up when she needs a break or needs to stop all together, without her having to mention it. Whether it be from the look in her eyes, the sound of her voice, the way she closes her thighs and uses her hands to push his head away -- he'd slow down and check in with her, make sure everything was alright.

But today, things were just a little different. Today, Felix had her hands tied behind her back and a blindfold fixed around her head. At first it was nice not knowing where he was, or what he was going to do. To feel his hands first rather than see them, to be shocked by the wetness of his tongue caressing the insides of her thighs. All Y/N could focus on was the thudding of her heart in her ears, and the sound of his voice, and the way his hands grab her, and squeeze, and touch.

It's nice the first few times he makes her cum too, and then it starts to waver into territory that she doesn't get too often. When it's becoming too much, but she's too far gone to voice it. Where she could usually say 'yellow' for a small break, and Felix would come back from between her legs and talk to her, bring her down a little, check-in with her to see if she wanted to keep going or stop all together -- she couldn't find her voice. She couldn't shove him away and she couldn't plead with him with her eyes. Her skin felt like it was sizzling and popping similar to burning grease and the ties are suddenly too tight, rubbing wrong against her skin. The bed is too big, and Felix is too far away, and she can't see him.

Panic floods her, her breathing comes short, and she musters all she can to say, "Red! Red, I -- I can't --"

Felix responds instantaneously; before Y/N can even realize that she was the one who spoke, the blindfold is off and she's blinking away tears as his face comes into view. She trembles like a leaf desperately clinging to a branch against the winds onslaught, and Felix cups her face with his clean hand, "Alright, Sweetheart, you're alright. What do you need?"

"My hands," she pouted at him, "Untie me, please."

"Okay, let's do that," he kisses her cheek, then her nose, then her forehead, then her other cheek, and carefully slides his hands under her body. He rolls her to the side and works quickly to untie her and a little sigh of relief bursts from her chest. Felix, in the time it took him to take off her blindfold, how somehow managed to pull a blanket over her naked body. He rests on top of it, straddling her waist as he brings her wrists to his mouth. He kisses where she's tender, rubbing and massaging lightly, and when he realizes she's staring at him, he smiles softly at her.

"We can stay like this as long as you need, hm? Was it too much?" She nodded her head, "We never have to do it like that again, baby."

Tears prickle at her eyes again, "I'm sorry," she frowns, "I don't know -- I don't know why --"

"You don't need to apologize," he murmurs, he's still caressing her wrists, "If anything, I'm sorry. I should've noticed when you weren't enjoying it."

His voice is deep, melting over her ears, and her eyes flutter closed as she tries to even her breathing. Felix is always so good at his -- it happens rarely, but you would think he practices how to take care of her like this in his free time. She doesn't know why she doesn't expect it, since his aftercare is always so extensive and tender. He's an expert at grounding her, bringing her back into the moment, making her feel safe, and loved, and cared for. He kisses her wrists again, moving up her arms and then back to her face -- he peppers them over her cheeks and nose until she's scrunching up and giggling, wiggling beneath him.

"There you are," he murmurs, his hands move to cradle her cheeks and caress them carefully, "Do you want a bath?"

Y/N nodded, succumbing to the soothing sound of his words, letting her body go boneless, "Yes please," she agreed, "I'd like one a lot. Will you get in with me?"

Felix grins, as bright as the sun, and pushes another kiss to her mouth.

"Of course I will."

[cypresswood3]

Here's another thought-

Secretary au, larson has to head to new York, but for whatever reason can't take arthur with him. So who does he call? The butcher of course!

Sure, he doesn't take it at first. He has done jobs for larson before. He pays well, but the butcher is a killer, not a baby sitter.

That is, untill larson fully explains. "Listen,cmr Collins. I don't mean to insult you. Your not babysitting. I just need you to take care of my secretary." He proceeds to tell him what Arthur's afraid of, or where he is sensitive. And sends him loose. All the sudden things have gotten much, much, more interesting.

-pinkey (gonna start signing these so u know it's me haha)

Hello Pinkey my dear.

I like how Larson tells the Butcher what Arthur's afraid of and where he's sensitive like. Yeah we all know where this is heading. Welcome to adult life Arthur.

Secretary Arthur is such a scaredy cat little baby I almost feel sorry for him. He's still Arthur though. He might be terrified shitless but he ain't giving up easily. He might be trembling like a leaf but he will be fighting and biting till his last breath. All that to say, he still got an Arthur spark in him, and the Butcher might see that. Like damn boyo. You've got that dog in you (ouppy).

Arthur being taught independence in dire situations, hm? The Butcher will test what this boy is made of and report to Larson. Of course he's not there to hurt him. Not too badly. Just give him a little spook. See what he's got.

And then sit him down and have tea with him idk. Pat him on the head like. Give him one dog to another advice.

Dog and puppy. Hound and puppy. The Butcher was made to hunt and Arthur is. Bringing Larson his morning newspaper in his puppy teeth. Larson's dogs. I'm afraid the same things tickle them both.

Overall very good idea, 10/10, kissin you Pinkey. Mwa. You're so smart for putting the Butcher in there. He belongs there.

[eightmakesonebraincell]

i also can’t believe i never mentioned this but SPIDERMAN YUNHO IDEAS GO!!!!

— mafia

it's 5am and my head hurts and this is not proofread but here you go (wc 0.6k)

spiderman!yunho mostly swings around the neighbourhood helping out with trivial tasks

bc the area's honestly pretty safe most of the time

it's because of this, and you mostly keeping to yourself, that you don't really have much of an opinion about spiderman!yunho

you know he exists but that's pretty much it

one day you accidentally leave the front door open when you're taking your shopping in

and zoom

your dog goes running out

you're shrieking your head off trying to get your dog to stop

when someone suddenly scoops her up when she tries to run through their legs

it's spiderman!yunho who's handing you back your dog

you've lost one slipper during your run

and your hair is slipping out of its scrunchie

you're breathless bc you haven't ran in like six years

but yunho thinks you're kinda really cute

you thank him profusely

and when he tells you that it's his pleasure

wow

you kinda really like his voice

after that, you start to see him everywhere

he's helping the lil old ladies cross the road, hobbling along at a slow pace for them

he's shooting webs to help get soccer balls down that are stuck on the roof

he's scaling the side of buildings to rescue the cute kittens perched on the ledges

(if it's because yunho is starting to hang more around your neighbourhood in hopes of seeing you, then that's a secret)

you probably do something dumb again

like your bag breaks and all your apples roll out

or you walk into a pole bc you wanted to step on a leaf that looked crunchy

either way

spiderman!yunho appears whenever you're in need of help

so look

maybe you've developed a crush on him

(not to mention he packs a cake in his suit 😍)

(and his toned chest looks so Y U M M Y)

you don't dare to confess though

mans probably has like half the world as his fans

except

hohoho

said mans only cares about you

needless to say you're a little shocked when he asks you out on a date

yunho probably takes you swinging between buildings as a first date LOL

grins cheekily when you hug him tighter

he tries to impress you by showing you all the different ways he can use his webs

"i can grab that can of soda for you without getting up"

"i can get us to the twentieth floor in two seconds"

not that you need to be impressed

he gets so excited when you ask him questions about his spidey powers

he probably gets you to measure how far he can shoot a web

or how many he can shoot in a minute

bc the man makes everything a competition

even if it's just him beating his own personal best 🙄

definitely does that iconic first kiss hanging upside down

but he miscalculates his height and his lips are level with your chest

will say something like "this isn't so bad either" ;))))

but when he does do the hanging kiss properly and you're blushing

he probably lightens the mood by saying, "well, don't leave me hanging"

he's so silly and goofy

even when he finally confesses and asks to be your boyfriend

HAS to use a dumb pickup line

"i may be spiderman...but i'd rather be your man"

[the-owl-tree]

im a little too tired rn, is it okay if i ask you to elaborate on the “tbc shouldve come out after oots because of how asc was handled” post… im curious 👀

Also a little sleepy so I might become back and edit this later but I was kind of nibbling on it in my brain and I think thematically, changing the order just lends itself better to OotS -> TBC -> AVoS -> ASC. Some of this is veering into rewrite/au territory but that's the fun part lol

Omen of the Stars

Sets up the religious themes of TBC with its Heaven/Hell cat war.

Sets up that StarClan can be wrong and this has negative consequences for the living cats. Examples: Yellowfang interfering in Cinderheart's life, StarClan telling the Clans to divide themselves before the war.

Sets up that there are cats in the Dark Forest who do not deserve to be there.

The Great Battle itself, quite literally them fighting demons of the pasts and "codebreakers" who aligned themselves with said demons, creates a really good set up for TBC.

The Clans are reeling and, had OotS pulled it off better, the great battle could've been devastating...and why a more strict leader trying to "pull his Clan together" would've been more acceptable.

The Broken Code

The themes and plot of TBC just work sooo much better with the aforementioned set up.

Themes of StarClan being wrong, making mistake, recontextualizing the Dark Forest as somewhere not as pure evil but also a result of these mistakes.

Ashfur swooping in post-war to get a hold on leadership, taking advantage of Clan pride, and using the code as a guise to unite ThunderClan under an iron fist.

Like the setting feels so perfect for TBC to me?? Post spiritual war between heaven and hell where even StarClan faced losses, a malevolent spirit with a grudge comes down to take advantage of this huge split whilst the worst leaf-bare the Clans have seen approaches.

But that's also obvious connections to make, what it also lends itself to is the new theme of authority and leadership that becomes relevant in AVOS.

This is also where the seeds of code changing are being planted.

A Vision of Shadow

Like I don't like AVOS Rowanstar, I find the text tells me one thing but his actions tell me another but for the purposes of this, I'll indulge the intention of the writers: Rowanstar is supposed to be too permissive.

And like, this doesn't work right after OOTS in which multiple ShadowClan cats sided with the Dark Forest.

But it does work post TBC after the Clans just fought and faced losses against Ashfur.

We see a leader reckon with the consequences of their own unchecked power (and perhaps sees some past echoes in the process?)

We see the use of the code to justify brutality fuel a growing disrespect from those in the Clans.

There is unease and unhappiness with the status quo (and in a good series, this should not be a bad thing)

SkyClan also brings into question the benevolence of StarClan. Would they turn a blind eye to ShadowClan? To RiverClan?

Things need to change, AVoS is the straw that breaks the camel's back: things need to change.

A Starless Clan

Berryheart's role hinges a lot more on AVOS while comparatively everyone else's can be either or, so just making AVOS more relevant adds to that.

ASC, as muddled and sloppy as it got, is about change and it is about progress, even if the authors got really scared and sympathetic towards bigots who want to halt that progress.

Continuing the theme of authority: what happens when a Clan has no leader?

Continuing the theme of faith: what happens when cats turn their back on StarClan?

and don't get me wrong, ASC stumbled downhill into a bush of thorns, but these themes do have more room to stand when we reorder and stack these themes to build on one another.

I'm stretching a little but I think thematically, switching everything around like building blocks just makes ASC like...idk have more to stand on?

I think I'd have to go on more of a rewrite tangent to make this work better but I feel like using TBC to set up AVOS rather than vice versa works better.

Star Specific Point (Spoilers)

I think also the ending ultimately being about choosing to come back and faith in the living also just caps off these building themes better. Frostpaw choosing to come back because she can do more alive than dead just lends itself to ideas of autonomy and breaking from the idea that StarClan is all-knowing and all seeing.

[thepepsislvt]

we got some Bartolomeo head cannons now because this is my account and i said so >:(

Bartolomeo x GN! Reader

warnings: nsfw minors dni! read it if u want i cant stop you but dni!

(this is my first time in a while writing anything nsfw i hope i did okay)

SFW

Bartolomeo whos never been in a real relationship before. People where always to scared of him

Bartolomeo who treats you just like the Strawhats if not more crazed

Bartolomeo who is scared of showing you any kind of physical affection because he is scared he might hurt you. but the second you so much as hug him he will be all over you. you need to show him first it’s okay to touch you

Bartolomeo who makes up excuses to have you touch his hair. He can’t seem to figure out how to style it? you’re helping him. He thinks there is something like a leaf in his hair? he’s sitting down in front of you. he will even straight up ask you just to pet his hair.

Bartolomeo who goes on rants about Luffy and his crew and how he got to help them in Dressrosa. you listen to him every time even though he has repeated the story several times. It’s so cute to see him i excited (hes autistic like me guys)

Bartolomeo who still hasn’t kissed you yet throughout your entire relationship because he thinks his teeth will get in the way or poke you

he sits with a shocked face when you kissed him for the first time

he then asks you every 5 seconds for another kiss until you finally shut him up with a longer one

“Can i get another one sugar? please? this is the last one i promise” he asked oh so innocently while holding you in his lap with his arms around your waist

You decide to humor yourself and give him yet another little peck on his lips.

you didn’t mind him asking you but you wished he would just take action and kiss you himself

“okay I lied that wasn’t the last one-“

you don’t know if he was going to say more or not so you just gave him a long and loving kiss. you only pulled away from him to regain your breath and to see the look on his face

He sat there in silence before he hugs you closer “you should totally do that again!”

he will consistently keep asking for more kisses no matter what you’re doing

Bartolomeo who really likes to brag to his crew how amazing you are and how he totally asked you out first

you asked him out first in reality but you’ll let him have his moment

Bartolomeo who seems all tough and mean to everyone else but you see a side of him not many other people do

he is really just a big softy and i love him

NSFW

Bartolomeo who didn’t know how to ask for sex

he not only is terrified of you saying no and leaving him

but also he is just a big guy

being 7’3 will definitely give you some length and it’s probably gonna hurt since you’re over a foot shorter than him

Bartolomeo who masturbates for the first time with you on the mind the day you first kissed him

he feels guilty but he couldn’t help but feel a little excited

he took one of your shirts from your room and held it up to his nose to fill his senses with your scent

Bartolomeo who makes frequent trips to your room to snag something else or to replace what he has taken already every time you are off the ship or sleeping

Bartolomeo who frequently imagines you touching him and praising him

he almost nuts immediately when he can hear your voice in his head calling him a good boy

Bartolomeo who thinks he gets away with stealing your underwear and then returning them a couple days later

you knew all along

you would have been oblivious if you didn’t have a limited supply of clothes while being in the ship

you even found a bunch of feathers from his coat one day while preparing to do laundry

Bartolomeo who is terrified when you walk in on him pleasuring himself and grunting your name

Bartolomeo who starts apologizing immediately and promises never to do it again thinking you were mad at him

Bartolomeo who is absolutely floored when you get on your knees in front of him

Bartolomeo who stares at you with wide eyes and whimpers loudly when you take his cock into your mouth

As you take more of him into your mouth, he has his hand on your. he doesn’t guide you, he just needs to hold onto you somehow.

When you start moving your head faster up and down, you wrap one of your hands around the rest of him that you couldn’t take.

He came way faster than he’d like to admit but when he did you deep throated him so he can shoot his load down your throat.

Bartolomeo was a panting mess after the best orgasm he has ever had.

He was up and ready to go for round two after you called him “good boy”