#me when i. when you. y’all are so nice and i simply cannot handle it without immediately declaring my love for you

[crossbackpoke-check]

You have excellent tag thoughts, especially about Key & Laf!!!!

thank you!!!! i wish i had a better description than just 🥹🦋😭💕🥰 to explain my reaction to you saying nice things about my tags but please trust that this ask just made my day!!!

[lunaastoir]

fluff/relationships w the mondstadt crew

characters included: diluc, kaeya, and jean

gn! reader as always <3

tw: fluff??? domesticity??? crack??? ideal relationships w people who will never be real??? also mentions of alcohol!

an: so i’m back w a sequel to my ���fluff/relationships w the liyue crew” since you guys seemed to really like it <3 thank you my heart is literally melting 😩 this post was getting too long so i excluded some of the characters but expect a part. 2 (more like part 3 but part 2 to the mondstadt version)! 

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diluc

man. this MAN.

that’s it, that’s the headcanon. 

he would literally be the most doting lover in the softest ways

SUCH a soft romantic like you thought you knew love??? nah this man will show you what love is

will constantly leave you things around the winery to convey his silent thank you’s and appreciation for you putting up with him being busy for most of the day

it’s always the most thoughtful things ever too like-

you mentioned how nice it would be to have some fresh lemonade with the hotter weather outside but it was too late in the day to actually go to the market in search of fresh lemons 

the next day you walked downstairs only to be greeted with a pitcher of cool lemonade with a side of lemon bars

there was a note attached to the handle of the pitcher <3 

“i recall you mentioning how lemonade would be perfect for the warmer weather so i decided to make some for you this morning. i hope it’s still cool by the time you drink it. love, d” 

pls sir your hand in marriage

he secretly loves it when you usher him to bed after waking up in the dead of night to see him working by candlelight on reports 

soft hands on his cheeks gently whispering about how, it’s been far too long and come to bed, darling and there will be time for this in the morning

his protests are light given the dark purple hues under his crimson eyes but he’ll still make a little fuss 

don’t let this man fool you tho he’s so so touched that you care enough to check up on him and drag him to bed!!

sometimes on the days he has a bit more free time, the two of you will quickly grab your dinners and race to the highest spot in the winery to watch the setting sun

these moments are always filled with laughter, something you’ve found you’re easily able to pull out of diluc, simply because it’s you 

uncontrollable sobbing

he would let you paint his nails black like the angsty man he is 

frankly he would let you do anything to him if it makes you happy <3 

ok but wait diluc w bLACK NAILS?? AND RINGS??? i would die on the spot ⚰️

on the topic of makeup, this man is surprisingly really good w it 

i like to think he learned after practicing on kaeya when they were younger bc kaeya was really into makeup

you found out after babysitting klee one day and trying failing to draw eyeliner on the sweet girl after her “big brother ‘bedo!”

you hastily grabbed some wipes, gently wiping off the messed up design before attempting to dive back in 

diluc however, had some down time so he decided to check up on his favorite chaotic duo 

only to be met with a pile of dirtied makeup wipes, your frustrated expression, and klee’s growing jitteriness 

swiftly moving to your side, he quietly asked if you needed help 

you glanced up quizzically before handing him the eyeliner, already looking around to find more makeup wipes when this inevitably goes wrong 

to your utter surprise tho the eyeliner is perfect??? two perfect winged lines??? in less than a minute??? WHAT

you just stood there like 😦 before diluc got back up and handed you the eyeliner 

you were short-circuiting, klee was ecstatic, diluc was worried about you 

ok last thing abt diluc 

crack! warning but the both of you like lowkey pranking kaeya 

for diluc it’s revenge on his annoying brother; for you it’s good - natured sibling rivalry fun 

every time the two of you see kaeya, one of you always swipes something of his 

small things really, it could be a pen or a handkerchief

one time, diluc swiped kaeya’s spare eyepatch and from the looks of it, kaeya’s only spare black eyepatch bc he was frantically looking for it yk he’s desperate when he even asked diluc if he saw it

the two of you spent an hour nearly laughing your asses off 

all in all, life w him is so sweet 

kaeya

pretty boy? pretty boy. 

while i can’t guarantee stability, life would never be boring w this man that’s for sure

piggy back rides 🗣 piggy back rides 🗣 piggy back rides 

he LOVES it, the feel of you on his back while he’s walking around mondstadt most likely carrying you to your commission 

he finds it comforting especially since he can hear the rumble of your voice against him while you recount stories, or just babble on about everything under the sun 

he is SO dramatic so obviously when y’all reach the site of the commission he has to kill all the monsters even tho the both of you agreed to split it up evenly 

he makes quick work of his set before stealing some of yours much to your chagrin 

you scold him but can you really be mad at him when he looks drop dead gorgeous freezing the hilichurls the answer is no, no you cannot be

oh my god ok wait-

he does this thing where he tries to spook you in public 

so say you’re getting groceries at the mondstadt general store

you round the corner just minding your own business, looking around, taking in the sunshine 

and suddenly you just hear someone drop in behind you but before you can register anything you hear a soft “boo” and hands circle your waist 

you jump SIKE let’s be honest you shrieked 

meanwhile kaeya’s just laughing his ass off 

you can hear his rich peals of laughter while you attempt to regain your bearings 

he does this so often you SHOULD be used to it but you really aren’t bc mans is SNEAKY-

he cards his fingers in your hair whenever you’re speaking 

he doesn’t know why, it’s just a cute habit and he finds the feel of his fingers in your hair soothing

oH on the topic of comfort, kaeya really likes resting two fingers on the back of your neck???

ik he seems like the type to throw his arm around your shoulder which yes he totally is but during more serious conversations his hand automatically seeks out the warmth of your neck 

your neck feels amazing especially during the warmer months due to his chilly fingers contrasting with your warm skin  

he likes that he’s able to access such a vulnerable part of you and you would willingly let him 

HE GETS YOU MATCHING OUTFITS

no i will NOT take criticism on this i just kNOW he’s that type of guy

it would be those stupid “i’m his” and “they’re mine” sweatshirts like BYE 

it’s so cringy but for some reason it’s oddly adorable and you truly despise it but you can’t seem to say no whenever he asks 

you pretend to ignore the look of pity diluc throws your way whenever he sees you like this

kaeya really loves accessories so i think he would be the type to give you a promise ring or something similar to show that he truly does care for you 

he would brush it off, flirting a little like usual before handing you the ring 

with the way his cheeks softly darken though, you know he’s being genuine 

TICKLE FIGHTS ik i mentioned this for childe but shhhh

he has tickle fingers??? his hands just loOK like they’re itching to tickle someone so you’ll most likely be the unfortunate victim 

he will not show you mercy. at all. he’ll tickle you until there are tears streaming from your eyes, your face is hot, and your voice is hoarse from laughing so damn hard 

it gives him such a rush of serotonin its SO CUTE 

i feel like this goes without saying but he’s super into pda,,, anything and everything is on the table 

hand holding? duh. ass grabs? ofc. carrying you bridal style around mondstadt? why not 

ik he’s typically very playful but once the relationship reaches a certain stage, he’ll slowly start to let down the walls that surround his facade 

very very slowly show you the more realistic parts of him 

the real, damaged pieces of his soul 

he’ll be carefully monitoring your reaction though, any sign of fear or disgust will have him recoiling within himself again and you most likely will never see his true nature ever again 

SO BE CAREFUL 👹

once you’ve seen the parts of him he’s offered to you, the hushed whispers of his past, and the uncertain lines of his future, he will take off his eyepatch 

pretends like he’s not super nervous but he’s SWEATING- 

the prettiest thing you’ve ever seen though hands down 

you can understand why he covers it up but you would like it if he felt comfortable enough to take off the eyepatch occasionally when he’s with you 

also!!! sleeps with his eyepatch side facing you (in the event he wears it to bed) 

if this happens you KNOW he trusts you bc it’s his blindside <3 

anyways life w kaeya will never be boring but he is a very complicated man 

stay with him though, i promise it’ll be worth it 

jean

the key to jean’s heart is coffee and food 

GET HER COFFEE AND FOOD

i am begging you she deserves it 😭

the poor woman works so hard bc the knights are so mf understaffed, this is literally the best way you can ever show her your love and appreciation when she has work

she will MELT if you have a hot shower and dinner waiting for her when she inevitably returns later than she promised

will completely refuse at first with, “you did not have to do this, it’s too much” but shush her as you shOULD bc she deserves the entire world 

she’s the definition of “you do something for me, i’ll return the favor ten times grander”

you leave a flower on her desk bc it reminded you of her??? you’ll wake up to find a whole bouquet of the prettiest windwheel asters you’ve ever seen the next morning along with a thank you note

she’s so sweet BYE

she gets flustered extremely easily so you obviously use this as an opportunity to tease her 

when you’re in public rest your hand on her waist and inch it higher until your hand is underneath her shirt and in contact with her warm skin 

she’ll actually short-circuit its quite adorable 

sometimes y’all will be cuddling and you’ll hear whispers of her insecurities 

“am i a good grand master? will i ever be as valiant as vanessa?”

reassure her!!! tell her that she doesn’t need to be like vanessa, she’s already amazing as jean 

if you haven’t seen her in awhile, track her down and schedule a lunch date 

she never misses appointments and if it’s for you, she’ll gladly make time to see you even if she has to stay up even later than usual 

OH-

GIVE HER MASSAGES 

she has so much tension and the sorest muscles from hunching over papers and running around on errands 

if you sneak into her office and quietly stand behind her before gently pushing down on the sore tendons of her neck, she’ll genuinely fall over on her desk 

so make sure you steady her 😀

after you feel how tight her muscles are though, you drag her to barbara bc she needs a healer asap 😭

while most of your time is spent in her office - you helping out in the ways you can while jean is overseeing knight duties - you still have your fair share of life outside of the favonius headquarters

jean never likes to sit still so whenever you have free time, the both of you head off looking for monsters to clear

bouken da bouken???

adventuring w jean is seriously the funnest thing you could ever do 

it’s just non-stop you accidentally getting into trouble and her having to come help you 

even tho the both of you are dead tired after fighting, what? 20 hilichurl camps now??? the laughter and joy in your eyes shows how you both truly loved every minute of it

it’s both a stress reliever, good fun, and a work-out <3

you’re definitely prone to getting dragged to angel’s share w kaeya 

kaeya and jean sometimes hang out after work at the tavern so inevitably you’re dragged along too 

all three of you are drunk out of your minds which just makes everything a MILLION times funnier 

kaeya slurring over his words makes the two of you start cackling endlessly while diluc just shakes his head making sure to not give you more wine despite your pleas 

angel’s share ft. kaeya and bartender diluc are always the best times fr fr 

life with her literally feels like y’all are married 

so much domesticity it’s so NICE ALJDKSFH

your house is always so clean and the color scheme is impeccable bc jean has such a good eye 

you have a chore schedule 😎 but it almost never works out bc jean ends up doing everything without you knowing- 

you always confront her abt it and she’s like 😁 “i had some time so i did them! no worries tho” like i- time??? where bitc-

oH- she has amazing style so you can bet shopping w her is literally the best experience 

she takes you to all of the hidden gems some places lisa recommended and helps you pick out things 

will 100% get really blushy if you come out in something and ask her for her opinion tho she’s literally the cutest

basically jean is a sweet girl who deserves the entirety of teyvat that is all. 

thanks for reading! if you have any requests don’t hesitate to send them in <3 

[makeste]

BnHA Chapter 328: Pandora’s Box of Discourse

Previously on BnHA: DEKU TOOK A BATH.

Today on BnHA: 

Also Naomasa grew a beard. Goddamn. 

please let this be a cool chapter that plays nice with my ADHD lol

(ETA: lol I feel guilty because a lot of people hated this chapter, but I’m just happy there was a lot of stuff to make fun of, and also that I have another week to work on my backlog of meta posts since the kids were MIA.)

around one month ago?? ah, okay, so we’re gonna find out what was in that Tartarus security file huh

I love that they just randomly set the place on fire

was it necessary to do this in order to escape? no. was it a good idea to set the island they were occupying on fire while they were in the midst of still occupying it? uh. was it cinematic as fuck? fuck yeah

wow it’s a pervert!!

that’s so great that the villains set loose this fine fellow who I’m sure is definitely not a serial rapist. truly the LoV is so noble and misunderstood. they’re just trying to free society from its chains people

oh my god??!

SHANKED!!! oh my god I cheered for Stain before I realized what I was doing. time to have an identity crisis I guess

so he’s all “hey what’s going on.” which, while a respectable question, is something I personally would have waited to ask until I had put a bit of distance between myself and the fiery murder island. but that’s just my personal preference

Stain you really are tenacious I’ll give you that

“what’s the point of escaping prison if you’re not gonna be smart about it” well shit. anyways yeah you’re dead right, society is in the process of collapsing and the outside world is in total chaos, good call there

oh shit

I mean it’s not like we really expecting anything otherwise, but still. fucking brutal. I feel like these guys’ fates were decided the minute that one guy called AFO “scum” back in chapter 94. AFO is unmatched at getting long-term revenge

??

ahh, was it the security footage??

fdsdfk he’s still alive??

and he’s immediately launching into an inappropriately theatrical monologue even as the darkness closes in on him fdlfksjdlk. you know, was it ever confirmed that the other guy back in chapter 297 was Seiji’s dad? I’m just saying

very impressed that he’s still coherent enough to weigh the pros and cons before making the decision to gamble on giving this info to Stain, who at the very least has his own moral code and isn’t allied with AFO. it was definitely still a risk, but as we now know it was also the right call

what a weird alliance. so Stain tells him that he’ll give it to a just person, and the guy is all,

okay for real though I’m gonna need someone to run a DNA test on this guy. maybe it was some kind of cuckold situation?? the other guy had the family resemblance, but this guy absolutely 100% raised Shishikura Seiji and you are not going to convince me otherwise

anyway, so Stain is all,

PRISON GUARD: “???? ??????? what the hell. what the fuck does that fucking mean. I’m dying here, jesus christ, whatever man fuck you”

(ETA: I kind of feel like this might have been Stain’s last appearance in the manga, given all the fanfare. there’s not really much else he can do for the story at this point, and he seems to have gotten all the character development Horikoshi was planning on giving him. so if this really is it, hasta la vista and good riddance I guess.)

DWLFDKSLDK MEANWHILE, OUTSIDE

(ETA: I feel like this is meant to be evocative of that Sermon on the Mount painting, but in a really fucked up way lol.)

if it were me stumbling upon this scene I would just shake my head and walk right back into the flaming building. not getting involved in that mess. sorry not sorry. I’ll take my chances with the fire, especially given that it’s half-assed neutered BnHA fire lol

blah blah blah and so he decided to pass the info on to All Might -- HOT DAMN, HOLY SHIT

NAOMASA HOLY SHIT. THE APOCALYPSE LOOKS GOOD ON YOU, BOY

“I really like that facial scruff thing Aizawa’s got going on, I think I’m gonna get in on that” yes sir. “also thinking of ditching the tie in favor of the bulletproof vest look. also thinking of getting totally fucking jacked.” good lord. except I’m pretty sure that’s just body armor, but also I don’t care. anyway I should probably stop staring and actually read the fucking speech bubbles here lol

“All Might first handed this information over to Nao, and then went to see Deku, and then came back to Nao” thanks for that tidy little summary Horikoshi. we are capable of piecing events together in sequential order, I just want you to know that. but thank you

“so has Deku finally gotten a bath? also, sucks that Stain saved the day, but what are you gonna do” Nao I missed you so fucking much and didn’t even realize. how am I just now realizing that you are the perfect man

for a second I was gonna ask why Tartarus’s security systems would be cut off from the outside world, and then I remembered that’s a basic security control, and then I actually got impressed by how sensible that is. like, it’s been a while since I could genuinely say that the good guys (excluding class 1-A) did something smart. not that it helped them much in the end, but still

anyway so they’re talking about how AFO was able to coordinate the attack by communicating between his horcrux self on the outside and his ugly peanut-faced self on the inside

huh

okay you have my attention. I am taking notes here lol please continue

ah okay so he says that prior to Jakku, the transfer of information between him and his Vestige self was only one-way. but post-Jakku when Deku was in the hospital, he was able to tell what was happening inside the OFA Radical Lisa Frank Dead People Book Club Realm when he touched him. I feel like we established that before, actually. but he didn’t talk about how it actually felt, though

boy we already know this lol. yes AFO can talk with his horcrux self. and he can also communicate with his little bro in OFA too, let’s talk about that sometime why don’t we. what exactly does that imply, based on the rules we’ve established here

my god I cannot get over Naomasa and his fucking facial hair

no wonder All Might was in such a hurry to leave Deku and get back here

like I have no idea what this radio waves nonsense is but my god, people

that jawline. also so it’s a quirk, I see. except last I checked Deku didn’t have a radio waves quirk, so that doesn’t really explain his connection to AFO. but whatever, hopefully we’re at least getting closer to some kind of reveal here

(ETA: since I sometimes forget that other people’s lives don’t revolve around my theory posts, here are the two relevant links if you by chance want to know my thoughts about this.

Hagakure is still The U.A. Traitor™ regardless of whether Deku is passing information on to AFO through his psychic link, which he almost certainly is.

speaking of said psychic link, Deku is a horcrux.

just posting these now, because whenever trippy OFA stuff happens I tend to get an influx of theory asks. so hopefully this will be a bit of a time saver lol.)

-- wait, what

THAT’S what the recording was??!? holy SHIT. I genuinely was not expecting that. y’all wiretapped his fucking telepathy. fucking quirks, man. wild

AND THEY USED THAT POWER TO DETERMINE WHAT WE ALREADY KNEW, HUZZAH. GOOD SHOW

-- oh shit wait lol, except I forgot we’re not talking about 38 days from the present, we’re talking about 38 days from the date the conversation was recorded. heh. um

yeah that’s the face I would make too if All Fucking Might just casually told me we had eight days left until the end times

oh, pardon me. three fucking days

r.i.p. anyone who thought we were going to have another band arc sob. I sure hope Deku is enjoying that nap

(ETA: I realize people were hoping for a longer rest period here, but given that the man warned us all the way back in chapter 306 that we were entering the final act, you can’t really blame him too much when that turns out to be true. anyway but I do recognize that we’ve reached the point in the story where this kind of discourse is going to become a weekly occurrence, simply because there’s no possible way for Horikoshi’s actual endgame to line up perfectly with the variable headcanons of millions of fans, all of whom have wildly differing and in many cases contradictory expectations which can’t possibly all be fulfilled. anyway, so I’m already bracing myself for that lol. this coming year is going to be a wild ride.)

damn, U.A. out here looking like the motherfucking United Nations

-- is this U.A.?? I actually just realized, U.A. is four interconnected buildings, not two. wait holy shit is this Shiketsu?

wait holy SHIT

based on the overwhelmingly powerful vibes of bureaucratic incompetence, I’m thinking this really is the (future) U.N., or whatever organization it is that deals with international hero stuff

“just let them handle it themselves I’m sure they’ll be fine” yeah okay, thanks guys. appreciate it

wait oh shit did he say that it’s not just Japan?

soooo, what you’re telling me is that AFO is this close to bringing about the end of not just Japan, but the entire world, and you guys don’t think it’s a good idea to help the Japanese heroes stop him? so, genuine follow-up question: are you guys already planning your rich people exodus into space a la Wall-E, and that’s why you don’t give a fuck?? like, what??

omg international heroes

these guys are from World Hoodie Mission, right? is this Horikoshi’s way of reminding me to buy tickets

(ETA: and it worked too lol.)

WHO??? WHAT???

don’t tell me you’re introducing yet another badass new female character for me to fall in love with only to watch as you dismember them and/or blow them up, Horikoshi. I’m getting tired of playing this game my dude. don’t lie and tell me this time will be different. we’re not doing this again goddammit

noooooooooooooooooooo

god fucking dammit lmao. [sighs and rips the previous paragraph into shreds]

on behalf of Americans I apologize for our superheroes always being Like This

I also apologize because I love her already and I’m gonna be shameless about it. so fucking shameless you guys

is her fucking hair red white and blue. it is, isn’t it

this is the volume cliffhanger, 100% lol. it will take every ounce of Horikoshi’s willpower not to put her on the volume cover. he’ll have to settle for the spine or the inner cover this time because Deku VS his class 1-a superpals takes precedence. but it will be a close thing let me tell you

tbh it’s that smile that does it for me. she’s definitely All Might’s protege. get out there and show them how it’s done girl. and maybe call Salaam and BRD and see if you can’t convince them to play hooky from their governments as well. why not. world’s ending in three days you guys. “sorry, I’m busy this weekend” ain’t gonna cut it lol

so while I am not fully caught up with Vigilantes, I have read far enough to know that there’s an American hero named Captain Celebrity whose superpower from what I recall is being a humongous douchebag. and while I haven’t read far enough to know what happens to this guy, I can’t say I’m very disappointed to learn that he’s no longer the number one hero in the U.S. (actually, didn’t they kick him out and that’s why he moved to Japan to begin with?). anyway, so my thanks to Horikoshi for having a marginally higher opinion of Americans than Furuhashi, even though we have definitely not done anything to warrant said opinion lately, and you may have inadvertently opened the door to a pandora’s box of discourse lmao

(ETA: lol I went into the tags and they don’t disappoint. “why is she dressed like a flag” because she’s an homage to Captain America and Major Victory and literally every other character on this list. again, I apologize for fictional American superheroes being Like This. “oh boy another thicc waifu to make the fanboys happy” look, tumblr fandom never seems to have a problem thirsting over Dabi or Tomura or Aizawa or Nao, lol, I’m just saying. “where is Captain Celebrity” idk, probably murdered by the exploding bee cartel, let’s just be grateful for our good fortune and try not to Beetlejuice the man.)

anyway, so let’s see if Horikoshi’s recent character development with regards to making Mineta not terrible anymore will apply to other aspects of his writing as well. I know I was making light of discourse just now, but I do think the complaints about him introducing yet another new character at the 11th hour to be cannon fodder in the final battle are absolutely valid. and again, it wouldn’t be a problem if he didn’t keep maiming/killing off his female characters one by one instead of developing them and letting them kick ass long-term. but that said, I will never complain about Horikoshi adding another female character to the series, regardless of how clumsy the attempt may be. go ahead and pander away, just give us more girl power lol

anyway so we’ll see how it goes, but I think I’m gonna be optimistic and let myself hope once again, even though I’m probably gonna regret it lol. it is what it is. she is standing on an airplane just chilling for fuck’s sake. I’m only human. anyway fingers crossed

[honeytea8]

Could I get Bucci gang reacting to a S/o who’s usually really sweet and hyper, and one day comes home super drunk/high off her ass and like she’s being really possessive over them? I.e, literally clinging to them like a koala and staring down anyone who tries to talk to them?

Absolutely! I loved writing this request btw ���💗 Super funny!

Bruno Bucciarati

Good lord, he will be worried. “Are you okay? What brought this on? What happened??”

When you let him know you’re just drunk or high, he’ll sigh and shake his head, and be resigned to taking care of you for the night so you don’t hurt yourself.

With you being suddenly clingy and possessive, he’ll be a bit surprised but will simply rub your back and try to get you to calm down

“Please y/n, no need to bite Leone, he’s only bringing your food like I asked.”

Expect him to hover around you like a mother hen so you don’t choke on your vomit!

You make him cuddle with you the entire night but he won’t get a wink of sleep, out of his worry for you.

And when you wake up in the morning expect a mild scolding for your behavior. Afterwards, he’ll treat you to breakfast so you can get some food in your system.

“Next time, bring a plus-one if you’re going out drinking. I can’t bear the thought of something happening to you, cara.”

Leone Abbacchio

Let’s be honest, he’s probably drunk with you!

But I also imagine his tolerance is way higher than yours. He’s somewhat of a professional at this lol

He’ll act like you being clingy is annoying the hell out of him and may shove you off once or twice. When you keep coming back he just gives up and takes it lmao

Will chuckle a bit when you growl at people to leave him alone (thinks he has a personal guard dog now smh)

“Yeah, you heard her. Now fuck off, Giovanna.”

Y’all are a drunk mess together because neither of you are in the right headspace to take care of anyone.

It’s a rough night for everyone else involved too. You and Leone are a handful!

You both pass out on the couch cuddled up in each other’s arms, maybe you drool a bit, maybe he snores and maybe Narancia has an incriminating photo you won’t see until your birthday 💀

Don Giorno Giovanna

Chances are if you come back high, he’ll be upset with you. His stance on drugs is firm and he’ll be alarmed, wanting to know what made you do it.

If you’re drunk, he will be mildly intrigued by your antics, and will take note of this different side of your personality.

Like Bruno he will be concerned for your well being but Gio considers you grown enough to know what you’re getting into. Mostly. So, he may not totally baby you.

He will indulge your clinginess, however, if you want to cuddle or hug him, he certainly won’t push you away. Giorno may even let you sit on his lap while he works.

Depending on the extent (or your behavior), he might be tempted to use Golden Experience on you to mitigate the effects of the alcohol lmao especially when you become really protective.

“Mista’s here to do his job, y/n, you can’t just order him to leave.” Look closely and you’ll catch him hiding a smirk.

Pannacotta Fugo

Will literally want to smack you upside the head, it takes everything in him not to do it though. But he will interrogate you!

“What were you thinking, y/n? Why didn’t you call me? This isn’t funny, you know!”

Fugo will try to take care of you but ultimately cannot handle you in this state. You’re already a hyperactive ball of energy when sober. The drunken version of you is like something straight out of a nightmare.

Fugo will eventually call for backup—anyone who can come help reign you in.

He’s definitely surprised when you start getting possessive and won’t leave him alone. Fugo will get a bit frustrated at how difficult you’re being.

“Y/n, Bucciarati is here to help, so sit still and stop glaring at him.”

It’s safe to say that Fugo doesn’t get any sleep either. He’s got his hands full with you, literally, since you're clinging to him the whole night. When you wake up with a hangover, he laughs as he pours you a cup of chamomile tea.

Retribution is so sweet.

Narancia Ghirga

Dude, Nara is positively losing it!

He’s got his phone out and ready to record/take pictures of you utterly making a fool of yourself.

At first, he doesn’t notice anything wrong, I mean, yeah you’re acting a bit loopy, but you’ve always been hyperactive and super fun to hang around, so that isn’t unusual.

It’ll take Bruno or Mista telling him that you are in fact drunk/high for him to realize and even then, it doesn’t quite hit him until you nearly smack Fugo for touching him.

He'll be a bit caught off guard because you’re normally so nice and sweet. You’ve never tried to hit any of them before.

“Woah there! Y/n, what’s gotten into you?” and “Better watch out Fugo, or else hehehe!” is what he’ll probably say. 

When you cling to Narancia, Narancia clings back. He loves cuddling and hugging you and won’t mind the clinginess at all; he can be that way too sometimes.

By the end, you and Nara are curled up in his bed after a night full of hilarity and chaos.

Guido Mista

I imagine Mista will take everything in stride, as long as you’re uninjured, of course. And so, he’ll probably make a joke about you “having all the fun” without him. 

He’ll pretty much be goofy and playful the entire time.

Mista will definitely try to get some food in you to help get you sober. Either he’ll whip something up or he’ll order take out. He also jokingly tries to feed you too.

He’s definitely willing to let you hang off him like a koala, in fact, he’ll offer you a piggyback ride and let you sit on his lap if you want.

Mista will get a bit concerned, though, when you almost yell at Abbacchio for telling him to move out of the way, but he’ll laugh it off in the end.

“Aww, babe, you look so cute defending me like that!” 

The next day will be hilarious, only because Mista will continuously bring up the cute/funny stuff you did while drunk. It’ll be one of his favorite stories to tell.

[azucanela]

FIRST KISS HEADCANNONS

[ft. hinata shoyo, kageyama tobio, tsukishima kei, yamaguchi tadashi]

SUMMARY: you and the boys have your first kiss and its... well its something. 

WORD COUNT: 2.4k

WARNINGS: second hand embarassment, first kiss stuff, season three spoiler

A/N: why do i always simp for emotionally unavailable men? but i like this it makes me happy aksdhkjsha

HINATA SHOYO

as we all know, hinata is an energetic baby

like really energetic, calm tf down man 

anyways there are two possible situations

hinata gets over excited after making a really good spike while practicing with you or maybe he wins a game, and he kisses you.

OR, alternatively, he is blabbering on and on about volleyball and one of his games and you kiss him and hes just like

:O

not experienced, unless you count that one girl in kindergarten. 

he is VERY eager and wants to please you so he’ll probably learn pretty fast but it takes him a while to understand what you like because hes slow

but once he gets it?

oh hes got it

Is all over you 24/7 once you two kiss for the first time

VERY affectionate, this is his love language you cannot stop him

unless you say no, he’ll get sad but he drinks his respect women juice

no matter what, when you two first kiss, he is going to be embarrassed, and instead of an orange he will be a TOMATO

he is going to apologize to you, even if you kissed him, it’ll be awkward no matter what

Y/N didn’t know what she expected studying with Hinata to be like, of course she did believe that there would be actual studying. He had started out by telling her how he could absolutely not fail his upcoming tests, or else he wouldn’t be able to play volleyball, and this turned into more talks about volleyball. And more talks about volleyball. 

It had been about an hour and they had yet to get anything done. 

The way his eyes lit up made her happy, truly. She knew how much volleyball meant to him. When she met him in middle school she saw how desperately to be on a real team, and now that he was its only natural to be excited. Maybe his passion was the reason she liked him so much.

But Y/N really needed him to shut up or else he wouldn’t be playing any volleyball and she would be stuck with his moping. His passion was pretty annoying at the moment.

What better way to shut up your crush than with a kiss? 

It had been an accident, truly. When her lips found his in the midst of one of his speeches about volleyball and how great it felt to actually be playing, she genuinely thought it was the best way to silence him. And she was right. 

She surged forwards, lips meeting his, barely giving him enough time to respond before pulling back. Y/N’s cheeks warmed as she brought the textbook up to cover her face, “we need to work.” 

Hinata’s mouth gaped open.

She kissed him.

She kissed him. 

She kissed him.

Suddenly he’s yanking the textbook down from in front of her face and pulling her forward by the shirt, lips crashing together as she falls forward into his lap with a grunt of surprise. She brings her hands to his shoulders to support herself before pulling away.

This time Hinata is bright red, “I’m so sorry Y/N! I-”

Y/N quickly realized she wouldn’t be comforting him because of volleyball as she leaned forward to kiss him again.

KAGEYAMA TOBIO

so um

this mans is either gonna be SCARY SMOOTH

this is mostly by accident, completely unintentional but wow

or you kiss him and he thinks he dreamed that stuff up and tries to like pinch himself in the midst of the kiss while you’re there like ???

will blush but only after the fact not during

has not kissed anyone or thing aside from a volleyball

when y’all kiss the first time he is gonna wanna do it again

and again

and again

hes trying to figure out what you like and hes GOOD AT IT 

very talented despite never having kissed anyone

a quick study

Would definitely want advice from his teammates on kissing, but no one in his year

they’d all bully him, ahem tsukki

aside from bb yamaguchi he’d be like “you can do this!” 

so naturally he goes to the guys who know everything about girls! 

Tanaka and Nishinoya :,)

poor bb

they’d tell him all these bad pick up lines but there are also some valuable lessons learnt from observing his seniors like worshipping the ground you walk on just as they do for kiyoko

Y/N was beginning to regret her decision to babysit with Kageyama. Sure, he was cute. And sure he was nice and adorable and awkward. And sure he was her crush, but he was also distracting and she could only watch one child at a time. He’d asked for her help, and she’d agreed, because what could possibly go wrong? 

A lot, apparently.

They’d managed to get the kids to sleep, and the baby monitor on the coffee table beside them had yet to make a noise. Kageyama had gone to the kitchen, while Y/N sat on the couch, attempting to relax after having dealt with demons that were referred to as children. She watched as Kageyama entered, two mugs in hand, “hot chocolate.” Is all he said.

Y/N smiles at him, her exhaustion evident on her face as she accepts the cup gratefully, “thanks.” She laughs a little to herself, “of course you like hot chocolate.” She mumbled, taking a sip of her drink.

Kageyama tilted his head at her in response, “what do you mean?”

She places her drink on the coffee table, “well its warm chocolate milk. And you love milk.” Came her response. 

He nods in agreement, “I suppose you and milk have something in common.” And Y/N laughs softly at this comment as he sips his milk nonchalantly. 

And then it hits her, causing her to choke on her own drink.

Kageyama didn’t necessarily know how to talk to girls, but with her, it was just easy. Like volleyball, being with her felt like Volleyball. Of course, flirting was something Kageyama had never attempted and he wanted to do it right, so naturally he went to get some advice from some of his teammates. He’d never seen Nishinoya and Tanaka look so happy. Luckily, Sugawara had stepped in before they’d done any permanent damage, and here he was. 

This was not the outcome he expected as he put his own drink down in a panic, eyes wide as he quickly came to her side, patting her back. She coughs once more before speaking, “I’m sorry what. Did I hear you right because-” She paused, realizing how close they were, his hand on her lower back now and her hand on his shoulder.

Kageyama cleared his throat, “can I.. uh can I kiss you?” 

She nearly didn’t respond, voice caught in her throat, but quickly nodded her head when she realized he was awaiting her answer. His other hand came up to her cheek and she met his gaze, nodding once more.

And then they kissed, her hand gripping his shoulder as she tried to pull him closer, though it didn’t last long as they broke apart. Y/N beamed at him, laughing happily as she threw her arms around him and buried her head in his neck, his back fell onto the couch as his hands circled her waist, pulling her closer, a soft smiling forming on his face.

Y/N brought her head up from his neck and pressed another kiss to his lips, hand finding its way into his hair. 

“Kageyama, I’m thirsty, could you get me water?”

Kageyama bolted upwards, forehead bumping Y/N’s before she rolled off him and onto the floor, grunting as she made contact and rubbing her likely soon to be bruised head. 

“Oh my god-”

TSUKISHIMA KEI

oh tsukki, honey

he’ll probably kiss you first, and it’ll be be SOFT because this mans is SOFT FOR YOU

this time around it’ll probably be you who won’t shut up and he just kinda

goes for it

or when they beat shiratorizawa and hes deemed MVP he is just so excited he just-

if you get the opportunity to kiss him first he will get SO FLUSTERED but he’ll brush it off

his cheeks are bright red but he’ll pretend they aren’t

he asks sugawara for advice 

he’s a nervous boy but will deny ever talking to sugawara ever in his life if someone brings this up

just wants you to be his partner :,)

yamaguchi bullies him into confessing calls him a whimp and hes like damn yamaguchi got a spine now? yamaguchi definitely ROASTS HIM FOR NOT TELLING YOU AJKSDH

has probably kissed like one person, he’s a decent kisser that picks up signals really well

is smooth, like screw you tsukki my heart cannot HANDLE IT

emotionally available for you and you alone!! and maybe yamaguchi

If it had been anyone else, Tsukishima would’ve told her to shut up and let him walk home in peace. If it had been anyone he wouldn’t have even been here, he would’ve turned right about two blocks ago and headed home.

But it was Y/N, and he hadn’t turned right two blocks ago, instead he’d taken off his jacket and silently handed it to her when he’d noticed she had been shivering. 

And now he was listening to her talk about how stupid their math teacher was and how she was about to fight him for taking a point off even though she had gotten the question right. Her excessive hand gestures nearly hitting him in the face a few times. 

“I’m starting to seriously reconsider coming to Karasuno, honestly this man has the audacity to question my academic ability when I’ve been at the top of his class for-”

“I’m starting to seriously reconsider liking you.” 

A noise of shock escaped her and she faltered in her steps, stumbling forward and nearly falling flat on her face had Tsukishima not caught her.

Y/N’s mouth gaped open as her hands rested on his biceps, and his on her waist, his brow raised as she looked up at him before looking away, red evident on his cheeks as she smirked. “I could say the same.” 

He scoffed, “you just tripped because I told you I liked you.” He leaned closer to her, a small gap separating them, “I’d say you still like me.” 

Y/N raised a brow, “you sound pretty confident.” 

He smirked, hands around her waist pulling her closer before pressing his lips to hers. Her hands rising up to his neck, Y/N breaks the kiss, smiling at him. “God you’re such a nerd.” 

Tsukishima simply rolls his eyes, flicking her forehead as she yelps. 

YAMAGUCHI TADASHI

rip you and him 2020

either you kiss him and he freaks the hell out

or he kisses you and immediately starts apologizing for ever being born 

either way homeboy is gonna freak out

probably kissed a girl in spin the bottle once and nearly cried because of it, but he has very little experience

would tell tsukishima he likes you and get bullied

if he seeks advice he would probably go to tsukishima even though hes just as clueless he just acts cool its a facade

tsukishima would just tell him to quit freaking out over it

“just tell her how you feel, idiot”

he would probably tell you about yamaguchi’s feelings if he thought you felt the same

would likely prefer to suffer in silence with his “unrequited” feelings, than tell you and get rejected

homie does not think you like him like that

he just doesn’t think its possible for an angel like you to like him

hes perfect and deserves everything and would TREAT YOU RIGHT 10/10 he observes nishinoya and tanaka and FOLLOWS THEIR LEAD

first kiss is definitely awkward but once hes comfortable it’ll get better i swear man his game just give him a chance

Y/N was getting tired of this. How many times had she shamelessly flirted with Yamaguchi? How many times had she practically shoved in his face that she liked him. Sure, she hadn’t said. it up front, but she figured her previous tactics would have some sort of effect on him, and they did, he got incredibly flustered, but there was no sign he understood what she was saying.

So what better way to let him know that she liked him than to kiss him? Thats about as forward as you can be? Right? Right. 

As they closed the gym together, she was wondering if maybe this was the best plan. Maybe he didn’t like her back, maybe this would ruin their friendship, maybe it was better to just... not.

Y/N watched as he locked the gym doors, turning to her, “alright, all done,” his freckled cheeks were pink as he continued, “thanks for staying behind to help me.” 

She smiled softly at him, nodding, “of course.” Y/N extended her hand to him, “shall we?” 

He looked away as he grasped her hand, trying to his the deepening red of his cheeks as she pulled him along for their walk. Or at least, what he thought was their walk, because she yanked his hand, effectively pulling him closer to her and allowing her to press her lips to his.

His brain seemed to short circuit as his eyes widened, and she quickly pulled away, “I’m sorry.” She laughed awkwardly as she stared at him, releasing his hand. “We should probably go...” She trailed off avoiding his gaze.

Yamaguchi quickly realized he needed to do something, quickly reaching forward to grab her hand, causing him to stumble and fall, bringing her down with him. He grunted as his back hit the pavement, Y/N falling on top of him, their heads knocking together causing her to groan. He opened his mouth, at a loss for words, as she pushed up on his chest, trying to get up, but he pulled her back down. “What the hell Yamaguchi?” 

He swallowed nervously, “can you- do you think you could kiss me again?” He mumbled.

Y/N’s mouth gaped open, though it soon turned into a smirk, “of course I can.”

[that-tall-queer-bassist]

My personal Pros and Cons of my ADHD

Pros

-noticing all the little details and appreciating them in the fullest

-Emotional Dysregulation, because when I get a new plant, or find that one oddly shaped metal marble I lost a while ago, I am so excited it’s pathetic, but I love that feeling of pure joy.

-hyperfixation of the week/day/hour (i know some people describe it differently, let me be pls) . I usually switch between art mediums, and/or a few video games/social media sites. for example, I’ve been on tumblr for 3 hours as i write this, after not touching it for, i think a month?

-nuerodivergent friends. They’re just better.

-the ability to completely drown myself in information to ignore reality. Is it healthy? no. But i simply cannot handle another existiential crissi rn, so i will instead play minecraft while listening to alt rock playlists on youtube because getting spotify sounds like a lot of work.

-my ability to retain absolutely useless information, from either my, or my other nuerodivergent friends hyperfixations/special interests. I can explain to you in terrible formatting if it’s out loud, the evolution, history, training, anatomy and roles of the horse in our world, and how ao3 works, and what makes or breaks a fanfiction.

-Object Impermanence. When i literally hide myself a treat or surprise and forget about it, then get so excited when i do find/discover it again. I hide google questions, and/or song lyrics in my tabs :) its so fun. Also, hiding away stressors. Again, healthy? no, but i don’t feel like having anxiety all day, so whatever.

-Emotional Dysregulation, again. I can switch from sad or angry to happy and excited/content in a few seconds. It’s also great for getting my siblings out of their funk. ex., my sister is mad at me. I make a silly voice repeating what she said or cross my eyes at her. she laughs, then we can talk and have constructive conversation about why she shouldn’t get that upset about me “cutting off her reading time” when we share a room and I want to sleep, and know that she will be very tired tomorrow if she doesn’t also go to sleep. (We have this conversation almost every single night, i’m not even joking)

Cons

-Emotional Dysregulation. When i get upset, I’m Upset. Like, big time, ruining friendships and familial ties if i let it get out of hand, Upset. Yeah.

-Time Blindness. Constantly late, or early, or under or over estimating the amount of time it takes to do a thing, not eating til 4 because you forgot but you also should just wait til dinner, but now its 9 and I still haven’t eaten-

-Executive Dysfunction. I can’t do the things needed to function. Don’t have the mental energy to explain this one, so google it i guess? There’s a whole checklist of things you need to be able to do to function, and i can do like, three on a good day.

-Sleeping Trouble. People with adhd have trouble falling asleep, staying asleep, and waking up. So, sleeping trouble. So I’m constantly tired.

-Internal Clock is SLIGHTLY OFF. Nuerotypicals have that normal sleep schedule. Adhd ers have it shifted forward by, i think, 2, 3 hours. So we go to sleep later, and wake up later, and that’s the only way to get a healthy amount of sleep. My entire family also eats dinner super late, which might be because we’re weird, but I suspect the inner clock thing cuz we all got adhd.

-Object Impermanance. I hid my math homework one time. I failed that class. 

-Rejection Sensitive Dysphoria. Never trying, or starting cuz I’m so terrified to get a bad reaction. Constantly masking around certain people to appeal to the few of my Nuerotypical friends. Or, y’know, majority of my extended family. They’re ableist. and homophobic. And transphobic. And racist. and sexist. The list goes on, but, yeah. Never coming out to them! :D

-Masking. It’s exhausting and I can only handle so much of it.

-Not Masking around nuerotypicals. The shoot down after finally revealing my true thoughts, urges, feelings, stims, etc. just sucks. Super disheartening. 

-Squirrel or shiny jokes when they’re made by people without adhd. Yes, I do get distracted by squirrels, and shiny things, and dice. Stop pointing it out, and/or putting me into yet another box of your labeling. 

-saying that I’m lazy, worthless, or a disaster when really it’s not helping. I already have that internal monologue, you adding to it and giving it some truth/extra ammunition is not. helping.

-Emotional Dysregulation. Again, because mood swings. like, I’m trying to be rightfully angry with you. Stop making me laugh with you’re silly faces or pointing out of a weird face someone made in a picture you took. 

-the stigma about the hyperactive subtype. I’m inattentive. I have No Energy. Ever. Sometimes i have restlessness, but there is still no energy. Stop portraying me as bouncing off the walls, especially with caffeine. Caffeine just catches my body speed up to my brain speed, settling me down a bit, at least mentally. 

-people not getting when i say I’m overstimulated, or need some time alone to process or re-energize, and following me, or continuing to do the overstimulating thing. I will literally. lose. my. mind.

-when people shut me down after I share something that is really important to me, or make fun of me for liking something an “abnormal” amount. Flashbacks to overnight camp, when whenever I said anything about horses, they said I had to do five squats, and when i got really excited about discussing the differences in riding styles/types with another person who really liked horses, but rode english, they said that it was obnoxious, when i was just.. excited to finally find someone to talk to and who felt the same way after, basically, years and years of no one getting it or wanting to listen or talking with me about the thing. To this day I don’t discuss horses with anyone, cuz it hurts so much remembering that, and the fear of it happening again is still there. 

-seeing other people be ashamed about their adhd and hesitant to mention until i talk, like, super openly about having it, in like, the first 5 minutes of knowing each other. It just.. hurts.

-I’m super empathetic, not in a way that’s helpful though. Like, wincing, or limping myself because I saw you drop something on your foot, and am imagining it so vividly that it feels like it happened to me. Reading a fic about abuse or depression, and it hitting too hard and hurting me almost physically, and on a personal level because I simply cannot handle it. Feeling someone else’s pain so vividly that i can’t comfort or help them in any way, because I am so preoccupied with  feeling their pain. 

-never being able to finish things without starting something else. All the WIPs in my google docs, istg, i will be driven insane by it. 

(y’know, this was kinda fun. As a rant, but also as a way for me to identify things about myself and my adhd that i like. Like, I know its so much shorter, but I have a hard time with positive self affirmation, so it was kinda nice. I might do it again, but just the pros part cuz the cons are kinda depressing ngl.)

(OH, Y’all should reblog with your own personal pros added on! You can add cons if you’d like to :) I’m just interested in seeing how your experiences/feeling differ from mine :) )

[oftenderweapons]

Love Talk - Jungkook

Pairing: Jungkook x reader (nicknamed Candy)

Wordcount: 8.3k words

Genre: mild angst, smut, fluff, romance

Rating: 18+

Hello! I’m definitively back! It’s still complicated because of my presentation, but we’ll see!

I have extra updates, which I’ll share on a separate post, but now let’s focus on part 7/7 of Love Talk! It’s Jeonggukkie!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

So, quick recap: Jeongguk and Candy have been dating/messing around for a couple months before he left for tour (he describes his situation with Candy on his Conversation with Yoongi and Joon), as soon as he comes back, he tries to meet up with his girlfriend to clear things up. They both have a lot of things to say. 

Descriptions and Trigger warnings: THIS IS SMUT, MINORS DO NOT ENGAGE. There’s a bit of angst, mostly because of their previous relationships and miscommunication. Also fluff. This man is really romantic and he literally deserves the most loving girl in the universe. About smut and filth: there’s oral, both male and female receiving, boobjob (and it has nothing to do with plastic surgery), unprotected sex within a committed relationship (PLEASE STAY SAFE Y’ALL.), cockwarming; sweet, fluffy pillowtalk. 

Wordcount: 8.3k words

Here is my masterlist! Also, check the link in my bio if you want to vote for the next prompt :)

Enjoy 💜😘

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Yoongi was laying comfortably in his seat, a light blanket protecting his body from the AC currently turning the airplane into a fridge. The only visible part of his body were his puffy cheeks, and his closed cat eyes.

Beside him, Jeongguk hesitated, pondering whether it would be a good idea to wake him up. Maybe he could ask Namjoon?

No. He knew he needed Yoongi.

"What is it, boy?" The sleepy figure rumbled.

"Oh, you're awake, hyung."

He clicked his tongue. "I was waiting for you to speak."

"I didn't mean to disturb you."

"I could kind of tell you had something on your mind. I was waiting for you to spit it out."

"It's Candy." Gguk replied.

"I see." Yoongi yawned and tried to open his eyes, rubbing them.

"I think I want to see her as soon as I'm back but I don't know how to handle all of what happened and actually talk about stuff without it degenerating." Jeongguk seemed to deflate as soon as all the words got out.

Yoongi nodded and balled up even more under the sheets. "If you want to see her, you should. And if you want her, you should tell her. You should tell her all you've been feeling and then ask her how she's been feeling too. How she feels about what you told her." Yoongi rolled onto his back, stretching his arms. "The seven of us have been together for many many years. We are telepathic by now, but it doesn't work like that with Candy. She cannot read your mind yet, so you should teach her how."

Jeongguk shook his head. "I suck as a teacher. Even I don't know what's going on there half of the time. And I don't know how I've been feeling."

Yoongi shook his head, tutting. "You've been missing her, right?"

Gguk nodded and hummed.

"And you want her, right? You want this to work?"

"Yes, if she wants it, too." The younger man confirmed.

"That's already something, isn't it?" Yoongi encouraged him.

Again Jeongguk nodded.

"I suggest that you reflect on it a little. We have a few more hours before we reach Seoul. You can write a note on your phone about how you felt when you were with her, when you took a pause, when you were without her. And you can write a list of improvements you want to do. Things that you want to change or that you can change to make her stay. Be realistic. Make them small things, just two or three. Show her that you care. That's all it takes to make a conversation work. Show the other party that you're doing your best to meet them in the middle. I'm sure she will appreciate the effort." An arm moved heavily under the blanket, timidly emerging and patting Jeongguk's hand. "And remember to ask her what she doesn't like. Be empathetic. Suggest improvements. That's what women appreciate: empathy."

Jeongguk blinked at that, quickly grabbing his phone to furiously type everything down. As soon as the clicking stopped he raised his head. "Thank you, hyung."

Yoongi closed his eyes and smiled. "That's okay, bunny." He turned around and fell asleep, ignoring the slower but fluent typing happening on the seat beside his.

——————-

"Hi, it's me." Jeongguk's voice said sweetly on the other side of the phone.

"Hello Gguk." You replied soberly. You still didn't know where this whole thing was headed.

"I'm in Seoul." He said, with a slightly insecure, though happy tone.

"I'm glad you're back." You said politely.

"I would like to see you, if you want to." He murmured tentatively.

This is it, you thought. This is the part where I lose him because I was so eager and harsh. Because I didn't respect his bounderies. "Where and when?"

He smiled. "Even now. I'm sort of… Outside your door? I was hoping you would say you were free." He confessed, embarrassed.

This is the shy, but eager and genuine boy you had fallen for. Waiting outside your door, being impatient and frolicking his way back to you anytime he felt unsafe, like a labrador puppy.

"My apartment is a mess right now." You apologised in advance.

"If I'm being honest, I was just trying to pick you up and take you back to my apartment." He explained, his voice betraying his flustered state.

You smiled but still you felt insecure, still fearing the definitive break up.

"Let me grab my things." You said, quickly gathering your bag and keys.

"I'll wait for you." He said, disconnecting the call.

You galloped down the stairs and reached him in record time as he waited for you in the parking lot, a baseball cap on and his mouth covered in a mask.

You neared him with an easy step.

"Hi." You chirped.

He turned to you and smiled with his eyes. "Hello. It's so good to see you." He greeted, hesitating before patting your shoulder. "Let's just get in the car, yeah?"

Again, you realised how stressful it was to have eyes on you all the time.

In the car he patted your knee and caressed your cheek. "I'm sorry, you know. About that." He said, his chin pointing out, referring to his previous behaviour. "Let's just go home so I can kiss you like you deserve." He said, now more confident. "I missed you a lot." He said and his words felt so pure, so sincere.

You put your hand on his. "Let's go home."

Again he smiled and started the car.

The drive wasn't long, his arm coming around your middle as soon as you were both out of the car in the underground parking lot of his block. "How has it been?" He asked, making light conversation as you went into the lift.

"The usual. I've been away for a week for an upgrading course in Busan. The rest was pretty much the same."

He beamed. "Did you like it there? Was it nice? How was the weather? Did you go to that restaurant —? “

He seemed ecstatic about the news until he stopped and frowned. "I wish I'd been there too. With you." He huffed out a breath, his head sinking between his shoulders.

You caressed his back and cheered him up. "We can go together next time." If there will be a next time.

"Yeah, sure." He looked happy again. He liked the idea of you mentioning a next time. It made him feel like he still stood a chance with you.

You entered the apartment still tied together by his arm. "God, your place is always so neat." You said, looking around.

But your looking around lasted only a couple seconds, his hand connecting with your cheek as he placed his lips on yours, delicate, pure and gentle.

Your heart fluttered. This was good. This was everything. He tugged at the heel of his shoe with the tip of his other foot, taking both sneakers off in the process, which you realised only because of him getting an inch shorter. He then parted from your lips, looking you in the eye. "You have no idea how much I missed you." He dove for the crook of your neck, propping his forehead on your collarbone.

He knelt to the floor and something in you caved in at the meaning of the gesture, his hands reaching for your shoelaces and undoing them, your hands going for his shoulders as he took off one of your shoes, then the other, placing them beside his.

Your heart sobbed. Too much. You loved him too much. And he wasn't ready for that. It was way easier to hide your feelings behind excuses and fussing.

He stood up, beaming at you and you closed your eyes, looked away.

He somehow felt it like a punch to the nose.

"Are you hungry? Did you eat?" He worried, walking away.

"Yeah, I ate." When are you leaving me?

Still you tried to pretend it wasn't going there.

"Would you please come here?" He asked, patting the pillows of his sofa.

Here it comes.

Still you moved closer, every step feeling like you were willingly heading for your execution block.

"Sit?" He asked his eyes glittering at you.

When he looked at you like this — and he did so a lot — you felt like you were his whole universe. It was the stare he only had for his hyungs. And for his mother, who you had met accidentally.

You simply sat down, tired of waiting for your impending doom.

"I have something to tell you." He said softly, taking his phone out of his pocket.

He held your hand, crisscrossing your fingers together.

You couldn't hold back anymore. "Gguk."

"Me first." He said, stopping you.

You shook your head, staring at your lap.

"How are you feeling? How have you been feeling since I left?"

Broken. Numb. "I won't lie. It's been hard. I missed you." You confesses.

"I'm sorry." Jeongguk whispered. "I'm sorry we fought before I left."

"It's okay." You replied, squeezing his hand.

"It was hard for me too. Of course I missed you. Sorry if I didn't show. And sorry if I hardly ever called you." He closed his eyes, gulping.

"I am not okay that you disappeared. We dated for like… Three months? Before you left for the tour. And for one month of those three you were touring here and in Japan." You remembered. "Why didn't you call?"

He bit his lip. "It hurt." He put down his phone.

"Why, Jeongguk?"

"Because I missed you. Because I was dumb when I let you go, before I left. When you smashed the door on your way out that night, so enraged that you didn't even put on your shoes in your rush out, I thought I would never see you again. It feels like a miracle to see you in my house again." He was speaking through a lump in his throat. "And it hurt even more because every time I heard your voice, I was reminded of how much of a dick I had been. And in all of that I ignored that I hadn't been fair to you because I was too busy wanting you."

You frowned.

"I missed you. Not only your soul. Your body too." He blushed. "I had a hard time accepting that."

You exhaled. "I was angry, but I realised I had overreacted."

Jeongguk looked up at you. "You had every right to be angry. And overreacting is not a thing. It was important to you but I didn't get that. I'm sorry." He apologised again. He was ready to say sorry one million times more if that meant that he could have you.

"And then I didn't call because it felt like you were busy. You were so stressed before you left and I figured you didn't want me distracting you and reminding you of all our problems."

He tried to put himself together. He felt he was going to cry. "We both didn't call." He paused. "I must say Yoongi helped me when he saw I was struggling. That was the first time I called. He helped me understand a lot of things." He changed the hand holding yours and wrapped his free arm around you, bringing you closer to him, tugging you into his side."You know I'm shy. And inexperienced. I only had one person before you and it was toxic." Once more he shrinked and hid into you.

"Do you feel like talking about it?" You asked gently.

"No. We talked about her plenty." He said, exhausted. "You know my limits. And I want to improve. But I need you to help me out with this." He sobbed. He was crying. "I don't know how to do this alone."

It was a mess. You started crying too.

"I know my mind is fucked up, and I don't speak much. When I do, I say dumb things and most time they don't make sense—"

"Don't berate yourself like this. You're a sensitive young man. Kind and smart and very private about your emotions. Of course I can't understand you like your friends do, but I want to." You tried rubbing his tears away with the palm of your hand, but he hid even more into you, sobbing into your T-shirt. "I think I'll learn to ask you how you feel. I can ask you more often, if you want to. And I'll keep nagging until you elaborate." You laughed at that, even though your cheeks felt wet. "How do you feel right now, Googie?"

He hugged you to himself, wrapping you tighter in his arms. His words came out smothered against your bosom. "I feel cared for. Thankful." Pause. "Loved."

You bit your lip at that. You had managed to show even though you had desperately tried not to. Your fear of him not loving you intensified. He said he had missed you, your body, and that he didn't want you to leave. That he wanted to improve this relationship. But did he love you?

"What would happen if I fell in love with you, Jeongguk?" You asked, terrified. It was worth a shot. If it went wrong, he would ask you to leave and both of you would nurse your broken hearts separately. But if it went right? It was a leap of faith.

He parted from your chest. "Are you in love with me?" He asked, wide bambi eyes shining in marvel.

All you did was nod.

He started sobbing again, crying rivers, suffocating himself against the crook of your neck.

You smiled, shaking your head in confusion. "Googie. How are you feeling, baby?"

"Happy. Very grateful." He hid into you. "I prayed so much for this." He stared at you. "I'm young. I don't know if what I feel is love. It's a messed up concept for me. But I want to hold on to you. Take care of you. I hope this is enough until you teach me what love is like."

You nodded, stars sparkling in your heart. You didn't expect him to say it back. It was good for now. All your fears had to do with him sending you away, leaving you. You didn't care if he didn't love you back as long as he kept you. It might speak poorly of you, but for now it was enough. You would show him, teach him. And maybe someday he'd understand what he feels for you.

"Can I kiss you?" He asked meekly.

You nodded with a smile.

This time, he kissed you slowly, deliberately, cupping your cheeks and stopping with his nose pressed to yours. "Why are you crying?"

You shook your head, giving him Eskimo kisses in the process. "I was afraid you were leaving me. And you were crying, so I cried too."

He smiled and joined your lips, gently asking for you to open your mouth.

It wasn't a tangle of tongues. Not straight away, at least. It was more of a series of kitten licks to the tip of your tongue, deepening with long sweeps to your palate. The experience turned out to be wildly erotic. Jeongguk might be a demure man, but he's a keen student and a quick learner. Ever since your first few make out sessions, he had learnt what he liked and he had learnt to deliver it flawlessly, making you completely forget whatever your preferences were. You didn't care as long as he put his dedication and passion into it. He managed to make everything feel good and you didn't even know why.

It must be the virgo energy, you wondered. Perfectionist.

"I still have things to say, Candy." He spelled on your lips.

You whined. "Later." And you captured his lower lip between yours.

Still he pulled away. "Candy. Please."

You pouted and sat back. "Okay, I'm listening."

"When I was on tour I often felt guilty. And it's not just that. I somehow felt it back then, before the fight." His fingers intertwined. "It was… Lust."

You remained neutral, listening.

"I felt guilty, for wanting you even though you were angry at me. And before, it was guilt too, when I wanted you all the time, without being sure that you were right for me. When I only wanted you for your body." He confessed, unsure. "I want you a lot and I'm not sure I love you but I care about you so much, like family, like friends."

You exhaled and laughed. "I know how lust feels. And it's okay to want someone without being sure about your feelings. We feel attraction. And it's right. It's good." You grabbed his hands and brought them to your lips. "I wanted you too. I was scared and then angry, then you were gone and I missed you. I missed your body too." You replied.

"Why were you scared?" He asked, titubant.

You didn't manage to make eye-contact. "I realised I have feelings for you. I was afraid that you weren't ready and that you would not see me anymore."

He stood very still, eyes barren. "I am sorry you felt like that." He tried to make you look at him. "I'm sorry I didn't make you feel safe enough to talk about that." As he saw another tear roll down your cheek, he hugged you to his chest lifting you and placing you on his lap. "I'll make it better. I promise I'll learn to talk to you." He said. "With small steps. I'll need encouragement and support, constant nagging. I don't know if we'll manage, but I want to try."

You let his wide chest engulf you.

"I'll make it up to you, Candy. Anything, baby." He kissed the top of your head. "I have feelings for you too, you know, right?"

You sobbed harder and he cooed. "Don't cry, honey, or I'll start crying too." He spoke gently, rocking you back and forth. "You're my precious Candy." He crooned at your ear. "They're not taking my candy from me." He sing-sang again, nuzzling his nose into your hair.

You calmed down at his gentle ways, safe in the port of his arms.

"What would you say if we went to bed?" He asked, waiting for your feedback.

"It's five pm." You replied.

"I'm jetlagged." He volleyed back.

You didn't have much strength to argue back. "Carry me?"

He snickered and picked you up bridal-style. "Your majesty, we respectfully announce to you that your royal carriage is about to depart. Destination: the bedroom. We recommend you keep a firm hold on the safety devices." He proclaimed, making you laugh, but also making sure that your fingers were firmly laced behind his neck.

With a few long strides he reached his room, taking smaller steps to the bed to make sure that he wouldn't hit the frame with his calves, like the first time you had sex here. He had twin bruises a few inches below his knees the following day. It was hilarious.

He got ready to get on the bed, but you stopped him.

"Can I rinse my face?" You asked. He raised his eyebrows and carried you to the bathroom, dropping you only for you to wash your face quickly. He did too, passing you some soap and then offering you his moisturiser. Once your faces felt brand new, he insisted on picking you up again, only to carry you for a few steps before climbing the bed. He knelt in the middle of the mattress, lowering you to your side of the bed. "That's your place. I hope you learn to stay there." He whispered, and you weren't quite sure this was your Gguk. This looked like his dark, demanding personality, whose appetite for you never seemed to quiver or die down, who only took on his terms, according to his tastes — and just like with making out, oh boy, did he deliver.

"Cuddles?" You asked, pouting.

He threw his body down, beside yours, tucking you under his chin. "Yup. Let's just nap a little."

You nodded. The weather outside was right, with the slight bite of cold due to the rain supposed to come in the evening and a gloomy greyness coming from the cloudy sky.

He slid out from beneath you, and sat up, taking off his t-shirt. "There you go." He said, offering you the garment at the same as you slipped your sweater off, exchanging it with the shirt. As he laid back down and took off his sweats, you unhooked your bra and threw it to the floor beside your sweater.

Shaking his head he snickered, rolling on top of you and smirking as he gathered your clothes and folded the sweater, his fingers getting caught on the frilly straps of your nice bra. "This is that one?" He asked, blushing slightly with a raised eyebrow as he folded that too. "Off with your jeans too."

"The one from our date, yeah."

"From our microwave date." He reminisced, catching the jeans you'd just taken off and folding them too.

"From our ramen date." You reminisced, rolling on your side to look at him as he moved the neat pile to his empty bedside.

He moved back, laying on his side facing you.

"Best ramen of my life." He whispered, his fingers wrapping around your hipbone and pushing you on your back, then shifting you around until he was spooning you, his hand climbing up underneath your shirt. His shirt.

Well.

"It's just cuddles, really." He said, cupping your breast lovingly.

"Gguk."

"Sweet dreams, Candy." He said, shushing you and settling in for sleep.

His big hand tucked between his mattress and the side of your boob, his chin resting atop your head.

Somehow you both found yourself falling asleep. You slept peacefully, Jeongguk progressively expanding over you. In his sleep he always grew clingy but you didn't bother, normally you would wake up sweaty and let him take you against the shower wall, getting dirty before cleaning yourself up.

You didn't know what time it was when you woke up, just that there was almost no light coming in, the sky opening up in downpour.

And someone was nipping at your belly.

With a groan you opened your eyes. "Gguk," you murmured, your arms stretching above your head, back arching as your body woke up.

"You awake?" He asked.

You nodded with a lazy smile. "Not like you woke me, uh?"

He giggled with mischief. "Me? Why? How?"

You shook your head. "What do you want?"

Jeongguk kissed a path from your belly to the waistband of your panties. "Can't you guess?" His eyes closed as he nuzzled his nose to your pubis. "I just woke up. I want a snack."

You hesitated. "You don't have to…"

He immediately lifted his head and looked away, his expression absolutely transparent with emotion. "You don't want me to?" He said, worrying his lower lip.

You blinked, at a loss. "It's… I don't know. Why?"

"I want you." He said bluntly, his face and neck blushing. "You always make it so good. I want to taste you." He brushed his lips against your thigh, hiding from your incredulous stare. He took your hesitation for reluctance. "But if you don't want to it's okay." He parted from your crotch, climbing upwards and laying his head on your chest.

He never pushed you into this. He was always so delicate in terms of what you wanted. And he had never asked for more than what you had already offered him. It's not like he's never offered to go down on you. He has, very subtly, but you had somehow slalomed your way through his hints. You knew he would be patient, he would listen to your feedback and stop if you asked him to, but you had been there before with other people and you had no intention of undermining his confidence with your insecurities and limits. You didn’t want to fake it with him because first, probably he would know and second, that would mean undermining his confidence too. Plus you wouldn't want to spark his competitive side, setting him off on an impossible quest. No orgasm from oral sex in your life. It was good like that. You could live through it.

"I just think we should talk about this." He said shyly, slightly confused — or maybe sad? You couldn't properly interpret his tone without seeing his expression. "You do it all the time for me. It feels unfair." He explained, feeling extremely sorry for what he perceived as one of his many shortcomings. "I just want to please you." He said, his voice begging.

"Googie." You called simply. "It's just that I don't need you to do that to please me."

"I've never done it before." He said, quietly.

You froze midtrack. You were both beginners at this. So maybe… Maybe you could both figure it out. "See, I've always sidestepped the topic because, well… I've tried this before and I’ve never liked it much. It was frustrating and they always kept going even though I asked them to stop. They always said 'oh, I'm gonna change your mind' and stuff. And in the end I always got tired and angry and I always faked it." You combed his hair with your fingers. "I don't want to disappoint you. Or make you waste your time."

He raised his head, propping his chin on your breastbone. "It’s not a waste of time. I want to do this because I want to kiss you there. Taste you. Show you I want to please you. It has nothing to do with making you cum. Sure it’s a nice optional, but that’s it.” He rambled bluntly. “Anyone who does it so that they are just proud of their skill are missing out on the intimacy of it. You should do it to show that you care, not to show that you’re good at it.” He said, getting quite upset over the selfishness of your exes. “I… I think we could give it a try. Just once. Whenever you're ready." He offered as calmly and kindly as his enthusiasm allowed.

Seeing him so excited had you doubtful but optimistic. "Just promise me that you won't get upset if I don't…"

He pouted, his expression melting at your vulnerability. “I won’t get upset. I will stop and make love to you, if you want to. Or I’ll just go grab a snack and we can watch something on the tv or play games, whatever...” He reassured you, holding your hand.

You curled your lips and looked up, away from him as you sweetened your voice. “Can we try?”

He cocked his head to the side. “I didn’t mean we have to try now, but if you’re ready then I’m ready.”

“I want to.” You said definitively.

He stretched to kiss your lips. “Just tell me when it feels good.”

You smiled and bent your legs at the knees, opening them for him. "I promise I will.”

“Perfect.” He started kissing down your torso, still covered by his shirt. You didn’t make to remove it, and he ignored it, his attention focused elsewhere. A chill ran down our spine as you felt the heat of his naked torso leave your upper half, your nipples hardening in the process. "We're only doing this so you feel good." He lifted the t-shirt with his pinkie finger, kissing and nibbling the tender skin of your belly. "If you change your mind, just tell me." He said, gently pressing his lips to your hipbones, first your left, then your right one. "It's an experiment.” He pouted against your belly button. "I’m only trying to show you how much I want to make you feel good. And maybe I'll have beginner’s luck." He shrugged smiling demurely to himself before placing his mouth on your mound.

He teased it delicately, just bringing his lips side to side over the fabric of your panties. His shoulders and arms moved below your bent legs, hooking around your thighs, his hands meeting yours on your navel. "I just want your taste. The rest is useless. I don't need you to cum." He said, as reassuring as possible while his ears blushed.

"You're sharing your feelings with me, Gguk. You're doing amazing, baby." You cheered him on, trying to encourage him. "Are you happy, love?" You tested the nickname on your tongue for the first time.

His reaction was impeccable. "I am ecstatic." He kissed your clit chastely through the fabric. "Also, starving."

You moaned in delight. His naked torso between your spread legs was a vision to behold, especially as you observed the muscles of his back fluttering. "And who am I to deny my boy a snack?"

He lowered his head, licking the gusset of your panties, now almost soaked through. "Oh, I'm your boy?" He asked you cutely.

"You are, Googie." You said, one hand leaving his to stroke his long bangs away from his face.

"Your boy." He teased. "Boy." He snarled. "As if I haven't fucked your brains a hundred times already."

You grinned and pushed your hips up against his face. "I can't wait for that."

With a bunny smile he dragged your hand down to the waistband of your panties. "Do you want to touch yourself?” He asked, this time without a blush.

The shift was always fascinating. One moment he couldn’t even say the word “cunt” and the second he was calling you his pretty fuckdoll, grabbing your waist and making you bounce on his cock as you rode him.

“Mmh…” You thought about it. “What if…” You took the lead over your joined hands, dragging both yours and his to the gusset, hooking your digit into the fabric and slipping it to the side, baring yourself.

“Smell so good…” He said, looking in your eyes as his tongue lolled out and slipped up along your slit.

A long moan escaped your mouth. “Gguk.”

He ended his swipe with a kiss, parting from you. “Yes, honey?”

“Take ‘em off.” You whispered. “Please.”

He grinned and left your hands, his fingers gripping the fabric on your hips, and tugging downwards.

You both fumbled a little until your panties reached your ankles and he aggressively took them off and away. He regained his position, this time with much more gentleness.

“Direct me.” He asked, his thumb grazing your clit.

You closed your eyes, biting your lip and focusing on the feeling between your legs, “More to… there.” You huffed, your legs parting even further.

His mouth stretched into a smile as he kissed the warm, moist skin of your labia. Humming, he opened his lips just barely, using the velvety inner side of them to encompass first your left side, his tongue teasing the skin as he sucked it gently.

You were getting wet, and it wasn’t because of his drool. You were liking it, a lot.

It wasn’t just someone placing their o-shaped mouth against your crotch and humming. He wasn’t drawing the alphabet on your clit or doing fancy business with his tongue in your hole. He was making out with your cunt. It felt amazing.

"I like what you're doing, Gguk." You reminded yourself to lead him.

He nodded and moved to the other side, doing just the same, his lips trapping your flesh and sucking on it gently, his tongue lashing at it. You pushed your hips against him, trying to gain some pressure on your clit, currently under his thumb.

Noticing that your wetness had started oozing from your core, mixing with his drool, he licked it like a dripping ice cream, the motion producing a loud slurping sound. The upward flick of his tongue had you squeaming. "That's very very—" You stopped mid-sentence to release a skittish moan. "More, Jeongguk, please." You begged, his hand leaving your clit to wrap around your wrists and bring your palms to the crown of his head.

Now happy with the new position he started licking you, using the hard flat of his tongue to push your clit up, exposing the tender nerves which rarely received such an intense stimulation.

And then you felt it. The tightening of your core, the sudden need to hold your breath and tense your legs.

"Gguk, baby, you're doing incredible." You didn't know the exact ingredient that made his technique work on you, probably the mix of pressure and motion, which to your memory you had never experienced before.

His tongue almost cramping, Jeongguk took a pause, sucking on the apex of your labia. You whined.

"Sorry, sweetie. I need a second." He muttered apologetically. "Any feedback for me?" He asked.

You shook your head, a whine escaping when he unhooked one of his arms from your hips and slid two fingers between your thighs, into your cunt, crooking them in that way that always had your legs shaking. You moaned and threw your head back.

"Feedback, darling?" He reminded you with a teasing smile.

"Keep doing that licking thing." You whined.

He smirked. "This?" He asked, sucking your labium and teasing it with the tip of the tongue.

"No Gguk!" You cried out.

He released your left fold. "Oh! You mean the other side?" He said, before mirroring the gesture there.

You shook your head, gripping his hair and pulling, trying to move his mouth upwards. His fingers inside you were bringing you closer and closer. "Make me cum, Gguk. I want your tongue on my clit, please."

He let go of your skin with a pop. "That's what you want, baby?" He asked, looking into your eyes. "Are you really that close?"

You nodded with fervour before pushing his lips to your bundle of nerves.

With the perfect flick and swipe he found the right spot once more, the motion so natural and easy to him that with a couple strokes he had you on the verge of your high.

"Gguk, baby… So good. I'm… I can't believe it, baby. There…" You babbled until you felt your hips snap, his tattooed forearm pinning you down while your body abandoned itself to the throes of ecstasy. You didn't realise your grip on him was becoming painful, and neither did he, being so focused on your reaction.

His fingers kept stretching your inner walls, making you forget that sense of emptiness that always had you dissatisfied with your orgasms while he was away.

When your body went limp and released all the tension, melting on the bed, he let go of you, gently removing his fingers to suck at your wetness with a moan. "You look so pretty." He murmured simply while you were still recovering.

Slowly, he climbed up your body, laying down at your side. "Are you okay, Candy?"

You nodded unconsciously, curling onto your side and hiding against him. "That was insane." You whispered, still panting, a phantom touch making you quiver.

He too huffed a heavy breath of exertion, smiling with his eyes closed. "I'm glad I broke the spell." He spoke quietly with a giggle.

"I wanna blow you." You said neutrally.

He wrapped his arms around you. "Before we do that, I must tell you that I thought about what you said. About me not looking at you."

You opened your eyes and tried to focus. "You know I said that but it's not a big deal? I totally overreacted and said that just to pick a fight—"

"The point is that you said that." He objected, dragging his fingertips up and down your spine. "So it must mean something." He kicked his lips nervously. "You know that most times I don't look at you only because I get shy. And then because I find it hot." He explained, hiding from your gaze. "I know that if I looked at you, I would make a fool of myself. I would just come apart straight away like a boy."

You tutted, confused. "And what's wrong with that?"

He shook his head and laughed. "You always say I'm your boy." He got really quiet, his voice soft and delicate. "I just wish I were your man."

You exhaled. "How much you last has nothing to do with that. Honestly, I do see you as a man. However I love your delicate, emotional, more innocent side, just as much as I love your demanding, strong and mature one." You kissed his chest. "I feel a lot of fondness for you, and it makes me want to protect you, and call you my boy, because this feels so sweet all the time and you're so romantic." You caressed his face and made him look at you. "But I don't want you to perceive that as a threat to your manhood. I don't see it like that." You brought his palm to your lips and then laid it on your breast, leading his hand into squeezing your flesh. "I know when you're my boy and when you're my man. Sometimes they mingle and it's nice, you get playful and domineering at the same time and it's amazing. Sometimes it's just delicate and emotional, other times it's raw and crude. I love it." You laughed as you thought about it. "I've never had all this variety in my whole life. This feels new." You let go of his hand as he started moving to his own taste and pattern.

He lifted his gaze from your chest to your face, blinking slowly. "So it's okay? We're okay?" He checked.

"We are." You replied warmly.

"So it worked… Down there?" He questioned, biting his lip. "I mean, I kinda get you liked it, just…"

You laughed again. "I liked it, yeah. Hell, I came so fast." You blushed, surprised. "And yeah. You definitely did the right moves." You combed his damp hair back. "Let me thank you properly.” You grinned, laying on top of him and straddling his waist, sitting back on your knees and taking off your shirt.

Jeongguk blushed and chuckled, his eyes going to your perky nipples while you were busy removing your garment. As you re-emerged, you noticed his gaze move upwards, acting as if he hadn’t been staring at your tits.

"Keep looking, come on." You spurred him on as he smirked at you. Slowly you backed from his lap to his knees, dragging your nails along the V-shaped indentation at his waist, capturing the waistband of his boxers in the process and pushing it all the way down his thighs and kneecaps; finally he removed the garment completely with small kicks of his legs. Right in front of you, you spotted his erection. He looked so magnificent with a slight upward curve that replaced the thickness and length that some of your exes had. And god, he was dripping already.

You bent over him, giving a slow lick from base to tip. You looked up, expecting to see his head tipped back, eyes closed, lips parted gently as he moaned for you. Instead he was propped up against the pillow, wide bambi eyes glued to you, staring.

"Choose. Either I stare and cum in a minute or I look away and we take our time." He said and you barely understood how he switched from your cute boyfriend to a sexy, dark dom.

"Eyes on me."

"Then make the show worthy, Honeybun." He smirked.

You went straight for it, gripping the base hard and wrapping your mouth around the spongy tip, sucking.

"Oh God. More, Candy. Your mouth is a miracle, ____."

You felt proud. He always lost his mind with the way you sucked him.

"Are you proud of yourself?" He asked, looking at the way his length disappeared in your mouth.

Releasing him, you licked his slit, capturing his taste and nodding.

“My dirty, dirty girl.” He muttered as you scratched his thighs, your head working a few inches of his length before sinking down. “Fuck, Candy. Yes.”

You sucked harder, his tip hitting the back of your throat.

“You look so good, honey.” He praised you, “You’re gonna ruin me, ____. Look at me.” He whined, placing his hands in your hair and pushing your head up, making you look at him.

You let him slip out of your mouth. “Does it feel good?” You asked, devilish.

He nodded, caressing your face.

“Then why aren’t you cumming yet?” You said, raising an eyebrow.

His mouth opened in shock before he gripped himself with one hand and brought his tip to the seam of your lips. “Open up.”

You let your tongue slip out, taking a kittenish lick before whispering, “Then keep your eyes on me.”

His eyes locked with yours. “Open up.” He repeated.

You smiled and took him in.

His moan was divine, his eyelids fluttering as he tried not to close his eyes. “Take it all. Candy.”

You moaned and his hips jumped slightly, making you focus on your throat, trying not to gag. Your drool dripped all over him as you released his cock, twin tears running down your cheeks after his intrusion.

“Was that too much, honey?” He cupped your jaw and dried the stain. “Did I move too fast?”

You denied, eyes still on him as you started pumping his shaft, repeatedly hollowing your cheeks with a pulsating pattern.

“Oh fuck! Keep doing that, Candy!” His voice was rumbly, his accent thicker with the gentle lisp of his dialect, his brow furrowed and his beautiful, expressive eyes were on you, taking in every single one of your moves. His pupils were dilated, darkness and desire swirling there with repressed intensity, his jaw locked tight as he tried not to snap his hips upward. “Candy I’m gonna—”

You swallowed him, your nose reaching an inch from the base, your gaze still focused on him.

This time he couldn’t control himself: he thrusted in, his hands gripping your hair but leaving you free to move, in case he went too deep. What truly amazed you was the way he moaned out your name, his chest deflating, his eyebrows lowering and his eyes narrowing, but staying as open as he could muster. He looked sex-addled and blissed-out.

He looked beautiful. He looked as beatific as he could ever possibly get. His bare chest was flushed, his nipples hard, his biceps bulging with the way he was tightening his fists. “Candy, honey?”

His voice was so sweet and tender compared to the way he had growled your name almost a minute ago.

You gently let him slip out, his cock laying half-hard on his stomach. "Yeah?"

"Come here." He whispered, inviting you up towards him.

You climbed his body.

He was breathing heavily. He looked at your stomach, trying to think how to say this properly. He exhaled. And then spoke. "I know you might want to venture in more kinky stuff." He explained. "And I want to do that too. It's just that I'm still pretty new to the basic stuff, so I think I'd like to get good at that before we explore the kinky stuff."

You raised your eyebrows, quite unsure where all of this was coming from. As you got ready to say 'okay' he started speaking again.

"However, there's a thing I'd like to try…" His sentence ended with an upward intonation, making it sound like a question.

"What is it, love?" You asked, worried and curious.

He blushed and hid his face behind his hands. "I don't think I'll ever get used to you calling me that." He goofed.

You pouted, absolutely endeared, laying down on top of him and placing your head on his chest, kissing his breastbone. "Tell me what you want, Googie." You gave him another kiss. "You know I won't deny you."

You felt his chest inflate before his breath fanned over your hair. "I want you to use your breasts… There."

You licked your lips. "Holy fuck, Gguk." You took a few seconds. Slowly, you started kissing down his chest, stopping every now and then to suck at his bronzed, taut skin.

He moaned as you bit gently at his abs. "Is this really happening?"

You nodded, giggling. "Yes, baby." You brushed the tip of your nose on the ridge of his upper abs.

He whined. "I want the other nickname."

You laid your chest on top of his lap, making your breasts rock from side to side. "Oh, you're getting picky, love."

His gentle moan stopped at his throat, changing in a raspy groan as you gripped the sides of your boobs and squished them together, engulfing the top of his hard-on.

"Like this?" You asked, starting to slide on him. Next time you intended to do this, you'd better have him slippery, but for this time you'd make it work.

"Yes, Candy." This time he did let his head tip back and his eyelids roll close. He was a vision to behold. You felt him get harder and harder, already pulsating. When you felt him starting to twitch you looked up.

He was staring and he looked ravenous. Keeping eye contact, you licked your lips and stretched your tongue out, teasing his tip.

"Fuck me, Candy. Fuck. Get on that dick, baby. Ride me." He ordered.

Smiling to yourself you straddled his hips and grabbed his cock, using your slickness to rub his head over your slit, pushing him in and sliding down slowly. He groaned at that while you hummed, focusing on taking him a bit at a time. "Please, Candy." He growled, biting his lip and looking at your face. "Touch yourself. Wanna feel you cum." He said as soon as you sat on top of him.

Bringing your middle and ring finger to your lips, you soaked them in your saliva, a string of it connecting your tongue to your digits as you extracted them and moved them south. You immediately found your clit and started drawing slow circles.

"Cum, Candy." He whispered.

"Give me a couple minutes." You reprimanded embarrassedly. "I need to–" You moaned as he gave the smallest push of his hips.

"Stay there. Keep touching yourself." He ordered, circling his hips gently. You started moving yourself, trying to slide up but he blocked your hips. "No. Want to feel all of it. Don't move."

He was filling you, his shaft moving with small motions. However the fullness turned out to be particularly effective, somehow making your inner nerve endings more sensitive to the movements of your fingers. "Gguk."

"Keep quiet unless you're cummin, honey."

You simply bit your lower lip and obeyed, focusing on your task. As your breathing grew erratic, you felt Jeongguk's lips meet your left nipple, sucking it until your hips snapped and your climax dawned over you. You screamed his name, loud and proud while he pounced on you, throwing you with your back to the mattress, hammering into you with a speed no man had ever fucked you to before.

"Say it, Candy." He growled.

You panicked. What could he possibly want? You went for the classic. "You're the fucking best." You murmured.

He snickered, hitting you with a punishing thrust. "Try again."

Your brain felt like a juggler losing control of his trick, too fucked out to actually find the right words. "You're my perfect man."

He tutted and gave you an harsh glance. "Don't make me ask you again."

"I don't know Jeongguk, please. I'm sorry." You cried out, your body going haywire with overstimulation. "Please, slow down, I'm sorry. I'm sorry I didn't want to leave you." You babbled, reminding yourself of the hard time you had given both of you with your separation. "Please, it was a mistake. I was dumb. I love you, Gguk, please." You kept begging.

"Again." He groaned through his laboured breath.

"I made a mistake. Please, forgive me. I love you." You begged.

"That's it." He huffed out. "You love me." He repeated himself, his thrusts growing sloppy.

That’s it. "I love you." You repeated. "I love you," You kissed his bicep and stretched to his lips. "I love you."

He groaned your name and collapsed on top of you. "You love me." He whispered.

You simply nodded. "I do." You shivered as he gave the last few pushes.

"I do." He repeated.

Your heart did a somersault at that. You would unravel those two words later, since you knew he was probably just fucked out and incoherent, absolutely unconscious of what he was actually saying. You caressed his hair tenderly. 

"I want to stay inside." He whispered, getting sleepy. "You feel so good." He got comfortable, rolling both of you on your side so he wouldn’t smash you with his weight. "I don’t ever want to give this up."

This was the moment when his tongue grew loose, when he would just let himself confess all those things that worried him, that buzzed through his mind but that he didn’t want to validate by speaking them out loud. 

"I missed feeling this free with you." His eyes were closed, one arm wrapped around your waist, the other laying on your hip as his palm gripped your ass. "You have no idea how happy I am when I’m with you like this. I lost my mind thinking that last time would be our last time forever."

You tutted at him, touching his face. 

"I kept thinking you were doing it with someone else. I was furious. And before I went to bed I always thought of you. How difficult it feels to fall asleep without you by my side."

"I’m not your ex, Googie. I don’t solve problems between us by going to someone else." You ran your palm down his spine, playfully patting his behind. "And I’m in love with you. That means I can’t think of anyone else. I don’t want anyone else. And no one else can give me what I have with you."

He kissed the top of your head. "I will take care of you." He promised. "I will keep going. Until there’s no doubt left. Until I can love you like you deserve." He yawned.

"We’ll be alright."         

[allfortheaesthetic]

so now i’m going to post my reactions while watching jatp for the first time. enjoy (keep in mind i know a lot that happens because i got so spoiled because the internet)

1x01

“hollywood 1995” AHHHHHHHHHHHH i’m gonna cry

“sunset curve showcase sold out” MY SONS

“one two three” ALEX

i’m in public. don’t cry.

BOBBY HOLDING UP THE GUITAR

LUKES NOD AND THEN REGGIE BOUNCING OVER TO SHARE THE MIKE

THEYRE SO CUTE

BOBBY KICKING OFF THE DRUM STAND THINGY

“we ain’t searching for tomorrow” “tomoRROW”

THE GUITAR SWING

bobby!!!!!!!

you gotta appreciate them giving it their all for sound check

REGGIE’S WINK

THE HANDSHAKE/FIST BUMP THING

luke is an adorable puppy

so’s alex

NOT STREET DOGS

bobby “terrible flirting activated”

i mean he really tried the vegetarian

i relate tho because i also cannot flirt

“size beautiful” all y’all suck at flirting.

tho she got a free shirt so good for her.

i’m taking way too long to watch it because i keep pausing it to freak out. stupid second hand embarrassment

luke you did bobby dirty...i’d do it too.

yall i may be stupid but i would never eat hotdogs out of a CAR

“it’ll help with the rust” EXCUSE ME. NOPE. GO BACK INSIDE WITH BOBBY. BECOME VEGETARIAN

“that’s a new flavor” “chill, man, street dogs haven’t killed us yet” wow. yall stupid stupid.

okay. i know it’s sad. and i’m really upset about it. but the cut from the eating to the ambulance made me laugh so hard.

I HATE HOW THEYRE ALLOWED TO WEAR HATS IN SCHOOL IN EVERY KIDS SHOW BECAUSE ITS A LIE. A L I E

“hey underachiever” “hey disappointment” wow. that’s accurate best-friend representation. also damn flashbacks to my parents.

FLYNN IS NOW MY WIFE “demon”

ight so carrie may be... bitchy. but damn she’s got style.

matter of fact so does julie. and flynn. damn they’re all just better than me huh.

i love how the teacher says “take your time” like i know how it talks about how she said it was julie’s last chance but her being kind about it makes my anxiety ridden self wish my teachers were like that.

i love ray.

also the old instruments. i’m dying on the hill that bobby gave the house to rose and asked her to keep them.

THE CD OOOOOOH

poor julie was just vibing and then they show up 😂😂 also i love her slippers.

the crucifix!!

luke “that’s definitely not my six string” “can you give me a second? just one second!”

“maybes she’s a witch” god i love reggie

alex saying he’s got a softer touch and then loudly saying “why are you in our studio” these himbos

“it was gonna change our lives” “i’m pretty sure it did” i love these boys

“i’ve been crying for 25 years! how is that possible?!” “well you’re a very emotional person” “i am nOt”

“i-im luke by the way and this is” “reggie. i’m reggie. hey” “alex how’s it going” “ba-da” i love these boys so much it’s unreal.

they just hopped through that front door so cheerily.

luke really just wanting to play music where no one can see them 😂😂

she’s so good. i stg it’s not fair. i wish i had that talent.

1x02

i love flynn an unreal amount yall. and julie. and their friendship #doubletrouble

their clothes are still there?????? bobby???

reggie and luke crying because of ray

THEY REMEMBERED BOBBY

“guess that vegetarian lucked out” EXCUSE ME. MY MANS HAD THREE OF HIS BEST FRIENDS DIE AND HE “lucked out”

honestly i love the casual way it handles alex being gay. like it’s not a huge thing. he’s just gay and that’s how it deserves to be.

ALEX DOING THE BEAT ON HIS BODY OH MY GOD.

i’m gonna cry this is so cute.

the way luke ruined that sandwich for her by bringing up the hotdogs

damn. say what you will but dirty candy gets me hyped.

1x03

luke hurt about reggie saying julie should be the lead singers is the embodiment of this emoji 🥺

WILLIE

“i’m actually i think you’re joking her band” FLYNN IS MY QUEEN

1x04

the high school musical vibes tho

“one of us isn’t there. we had a blowout in 2031. my moneys in alex. he’s just so sensitive”

THEYRE IN THE MUSEUM. THEY HELD HANDS.

oh no. oh no. oh nonononono. they’re about to find out about bobby and the songs. i’ve got a who lot of feelings about this but i’m not about to go into a whole rant about that so.

willieeeeeeeeee

1x05

okay. calebs a bad guy i know. but the other side of hollywood is a BOP

and willie was looking nice!

but i feel bad for julie

and honestly is getting back at bobby worth all this?

1x06

honestly if i was julie and i had to partner up with my crush i would simply pass away. that would be it.

honestly reggie. fixing an amp in the rain???

their little sorry song is so cute.

i’m gonna cry. the way he’s sitting on that counter so sad and his parents setting out a cake. ahhhhhh 😭😭

okay i love tia victoria

1x07

reggie. i love you. your hearts in the right place but i don’t think this is going to end well.

i love ray

and i love reggie and ray’s, one sided, relationship

“and don’t you look shArp” the way he says sharp. i can’t y’all. 😂😂

poor nick getting called luke

luke’s hair oh my god!!!!

willie and alex! i’m gonna cry!

“girls am i right?” “no❤️”

willie! 😫 my poor son

1x08

yall. watching them get ready to go is depressing. like reggie saying “i’m gonna miss them” but oh my god unsaid emily

poor julie. her life’s going good and then BAM caleb. she even rejected nick?!?!

tho that artwork is good

and the poor guys.

1x09

yall it says panic at the disco! no exclamation point tho.

“i’d do anything for you” WHEN I TELL YOU I DROPPED MY PHONE I MEAN IT

“only love baby”

fucking caleb.

julie looks so nice!!!!

bobby!!!!!!!

his look that he gives carrie when she says, “been here before”

bobby looks so sad! those are his boys!!!

you know bobby probably think “wtf is up with luke’s hair”

julies gonna make me cry i stg

AHHHHH IT HURTS EVEN THO I KNOW WHAT HAPPENS

damn poor nick.

tho caleb be looking stylish and steampunky

aaaaaand now i’m gonna put the soundtrack on repeat. deuces yall ✌🏼

[pom-seedss]

Funnily enough I embraced being the “weird freak” long before I embraced being queer. So everyone trying to pain queer folks as “weird freaks” and I’m just here like “Yes, and?”

I’ve tried to gain the respect of others, I’ve tried to follow their rules and “be normal” and all it ever got me was hurt and confusion and pain and no one accepting me anyway.

I would cry myself silly aching and wondering how to find a sense of belonging, so mold myself into shapes I could never fit, to put on an air of someone I wasn’t so that others would like me.... but it was all so painful. 

I was a nice person, a good kid, and did everything expected of me but I was still an outlier, I was still weird, I still didn’t have any close friends or folks to confide in. 

At some point... I broke. I felt so awful and alone and as though I could never connect to anyone ever. I was too much of a freak, too much to handle, was too weird at sleep overs and emotional at parties/dances. Like. No matter how I tried I didn’t fit in and everyone noticed.

I couldn’t change myself anymore, I couldn’t twist myself anymore and I just couldn’t try to stuff myself into shapes I was never meant to be in.

Like I didn’t reject society, society rejected me. Not to sound all Timone or whatever, but seriously at some point after being rejected so often there really is little point in begging to be accepted when the world has turned its back on you. 

So I turned my back on the world. Not to be an isolationist or a misanthrope. but I stopped caring about other people’s expectation (on a surface level when I was a teen and growing into a deep appreciation of myself into my adulthood). I started asserting myself and I stopped censoring everything I did to appear normal. It never worked anyway and it cost me so much emotional, mental and physical energy.

Yeah, it was hard. No it didn’t make people treat me better.... but here is the thing it didn’t make people treat me worse either. When you are already outcast from your peers and societal expectations, a little more really doesn’t matter.

And you know what? My proudest moment was at my wedding, when one of my friends I met in uni said that she learned from me how to be unapologetically herself, and how it started off with geek and gamer stuff but expanded to her understanding her sexuality and coming out as a lesbian. I just. I cried y’all because that was powerful.

By being my authentic, I helped my friend be her own authentic self. I understand the fear of being outcast, I understand the feeling of being ostricized, I understand the confusion and pain and wondering why you can’t just be seen as normal. But what does being seen as normal imply? It implies being treated with respect and compassion, it implies not having your very being questioned by anyone you meet, it implies a sense of community and belonging. So. As long as a behaviour doesn’t harm someone, why not simply accept it? Why not let people be their authentic selves and let yourself be your own? Why should we insist everyone conform to a particular ideal when not everyone can? Why would we shame and harm people for not meeting that standard? Why do we inflict pain on others just because they are not like us?  What would happen if instead of telling people to break themselves into pieces to fit a sense of normalcy if we just... expanded normalcy to include our outliers. To understand that our differences are a normal part of the human experience. We’re all a part of the same community. Learning how to coexist with the least amount of harm done is the best we can do, but we will never do that if we keep ostracizing others for literally harmless things.

Personally, I don’t want to be a part of a “normal society” if that society routinely harms those who are different, who can’t help but be different, and who cannot conform (or who can but it causes immense pain to do so). If normal is hurting other people who haven’t done a thing to me just because they are different, then I’m happy to be weird. 

[maculate-mango]

TKEM Episode 15

I’m gonna break this down into characters because if I talk about plot points I’m gonna start theorizing 💀

Lee Ji Hun’s Mom: The way she died was epic. She really outsmarted Lim. And fate worked in her favor with the time stop.

Lee Ji Hun: Now we’re gonna see him too? Do you see the list of characters already? And this isn’t even all of them.

KSJ: The way he doesn’t give a shit about either of him moms lmao?? Gold. Lim is an idiot intensified. Also damn his real mom literally was about to commit suicide and take him along...how can he feel for her. And the end scene where he confesses to Tae-Eul, holy shit that might be one of my most favorite scenes. It was all handled so maturely. I feel bad for KSJ, he literally cut ties with his moms and now JTE is leaving him too :( It’s also oddly satisfying seeing him team up with Lee Gon. I have to say, what an actor. Since the beginning of the show I was in awe at how well he shows his emotions.

Na-ri: Na-ri is SO incredibly smart. What a precious bean. I wish we saw more of her but her foreshadowing the beheading and Lim’s future...or rather lack of. Genius. (And Eun-sop being Na-ri’s unbreakable sword 😭)

JY & Eun-sop: Omg what a duo. Was that not a romantic scene?? The way Eun-sop shouts that he does have a dream right when JY is about to leave? Him saying it’s to see JY again?? JY DROPPING THE MF SUIT AND RUNNING TO HUG EUN-SOP??? 😭 They’re so dramatic LMAO TKEM is wild. And JY smiling at Eun-bi & Ka-bi. When has he smiled like that before? This is a record. Can y’all just unite the worlds please. I am awaiting all the fics that will come after TKEM ends, the only thing getting me through it.

PM Koo: Her power thirsty self is literally no different from Lim. Surprised he didn’t kill her right then in the cave. But now she’s power thirsty AND angry so I’m curious to see what she’ll do. She still hasn’t had a major part yet so there has to be something next episode for her. Talked about this already but her acting when she breaks down, I’m appalled. I feel bad for her but, ya got yourself involved with Lim.

Luna: An interesting character. She’s simply jealous and sad she doesn’t have Tae Eul’s life. And she’s dying soon, so she really doesn’t have a reason to commit to anything in these last few days. So it works perfectly for her to help out Tae Eul and take over her life. I’m curious what she asks Luna to steal though - is it Lee Lim? Like the keys to his room in the station?

Lee Lim: An all round idiot who is so blinded by his desire. He is his own downfall. The way he doesn’t give a shit when they were by his gate to see what a full Manpasikjeok is capable of. He just wants eternity ftw. I have to watch that scene again with JY, KSJ, LG, and LL at his gateway. Also it was nice to see the full circle from the interrogation in episode 1. KES is too good.

Jeong Tae Eul: Ah where do I start. My whole heart. I’m going to miss this badass. The way she punches Luna...HOT. Also guys what even is KGE. She’s a vast bundle of talent. Literally that entire scene of JTE confronting Luna across from her...crazy. Her desperation for Lee Gon finally pops out in this episode. She’s really come to realize that she can’t live without him. Her confrontation with KSJ for the flute... what a scene. She literally cannot bear to think of leaving LG alone, you can literally see her begging with her eyes to get the flute. She really thinks she’s going to die if she doesn’t see him ever again. And she wears her plum blossom and drives off?? She’s coming for him folks. And that excites me, I really hope she does go with him into the void or eternity or whatever it is. I’m just that swept for their love.

Lee Gon: Ahh LG is still swayed by hearing he was the reason for LJH’s death. So now this idiot is really gonna go back to save him and let himself disappear from existence in the process. Smh you loser why so dramatic. But he really deserves better, can he not have a sad end?? Also PLEASE take care of your unbreakable sword 🥺 And Gon leaving Tae Eul :( This was too damn sad to watch. And through all the fluff and this goodbye, although LG’s love is still visible, he’s hardened a bit. And I think it’s because he’s trying so hard to hold it together after making the decision to go back in time and let himself die. But can we also talk about the number of times LMH had to cry as Lee Gon - so many. And he killed it every single time. I really hope he gets recognized for his acting in TKEM because wow stunna.

[dragonologist-phd]

OC Interview

I was tagged by @risualto a while back for this!! I decided to use Desta, of course!

And I’ll tag @rannadylin @lunarowena @serenbach86 @haileyoc if y’all wanna do it!

Pick three companions who know your OC/muse well. Answer the questions from at least one of their companions’ points of view.  Name the three companions who will be answering here:

Siobhan- Kind Wayfarer mentor

Aloth- love interest

Tekehu- best friend

Are they ready to be candid with their responses? Don’t worry, this is totally private. Desta will never read it.

1. First Impressions. What was the first impression you had of Desta?

Siobhan: “She was a young thing, fresh on the road- you could tell because she didn’t know the first thing about handling a weapon. But she looked up at me with these big pleading eyes and I couldn’t turn her away. Plus she nearly got eaten by a drake and didn’t let that scare her off, so I at least knew she had some guts. So I took her under my wing and began showing her the ropes of the paladins.”

Aloth: “She helped me out of a rather unpleasant situation with some fellows in Gilded Vale. And I was grateful, of course. But aside from that I didn’t know what to make of her. She was a heavily armed stranger who appeared out of nowhere and was rambling about visions...despite being glad for a friendly face, I was still a bit wary. Luckily our relationship only improved from there.”

Tekehu: “I was quite enchanted to meet another one of the gods’ chosen! She probably wouldn’t appreciate my wording it that way, but that’s the truth. Not to say I didn’t also appreciate that she was an interesting, well-traveled newcomer with a refreshing irreverence for authority. I was quite enticed by the idea of getting to knew her better-“

Aloth: *frowns disapprovingly*

Tekehu: “-as a friend, seeing as it was soon clear that was all she desired between us.”

2. Desta walks into a bar. No, it’s not a joke - what does she order? If you give her a credit for the jukebox, what kind of music would she put on?

Siobhan: "Ha, you wouldn’t think it, but that girl has an iron stomach! Still, she’d probably stick to something lighter, and some upbeat music to go with it.”

Aloth: “She’s not a heavy drinker- she prefers sweet drinks, or perhaps a cider. And she likes dancing music, despite not being much of a dancer herself.”

Tekehu: "If this bar is in the Deadfire, there’s a pineapple drink I introduced her to that she quite enjoyed! As for music, she appreciates a good beat!”

3. How does Desta spend a day off from work?

Siobhan: "She’d still be off getting into trouble somewhere- that’s her idea of relaxing, which is probably why she fit in so well with the Wayfarers. We’re all a little bit like that.”

Aloth: "You’d probably find her out in her garden, if she’s at Caed Nua. When she doesn’t have that to distract her, however, she can’t stand days off. She usually ends up either exploring or helping people out with odd jobs, which are both technically still her job description.”

Tekehu: "Finding more work to do! I try to get her to relax more- I even offered to pay for a day at the Luminous Bathhouse. She simply has a restless soul.“

4. What silly superstitions or funny traditions does she observe?

Siobhan: "Nothing funnier than the other paladins. Most of us had good luck charms and things like that we carry around- Desta liked to make her own, these little flower chains that she would weave together. Not sure if she learned it from someone else or if it’s a Desta original.”

Aloth: "She still makes those flower charms! She also likes to make special meals for every new year that she says are good luck, which isn’t that strange- we do something not dissimilar in Aedyr. It’s simply that the food she makes involves a certain dish with beans that is...not very good. But please don’t tell her I said that. I don’t think she believes much in luck, but she seems to enjoy the cooking.”

Tekehu: “I taught her a few Deadfire traditions in our time together- she likes hearing about them, although I doubt she keeps up with any of them now.”

5. What does Desta wear to bed? And just how do you know that?

Siobhan: “When you’re on long journeys and sleeping in tents, you get to know what people wear to bed. Desta usually just fell asleep in whatever she happened to be wearing under her armor that day.”

Aloth: "When we travel, she can fall asleep in any position and in any clothing. When we’re not traveling- which is rare- she’s rather fond of roomy, comfortable clothing. (Modern AU: She has a collection of old sweatshirts, all at least one size too large, that she loves sleeping in.”

Tekehu: "I rarely see her out of some form of practical clothing, so I can only assume that is what she sleeps in. Ship life doesn’t offer much privacy, and yet I’ve never seen her in specific sleepwear of any kind. Also, our friend Aloth neglected to answer the second part of the question.”

Aloth: *flushes* “Well, I should think it goes without saying. We do not all have the need to be so...flagrant about our sleeping arrangements.”

6. Your favorite memory of Desta?

Siobhan: "I still remember the first time she managed to summon paladin flames through her weapon. You should have seen her face- I think she actually scared herself! But after the initial shock she was so excited...it was rather sweet, really.”

Aloth: “Well, there’s quite a few. It’s difficult to narrow it down. If I had to choose...I believe it would the first time I told her I loved her. And that was a private conversation, so that is all I will say on the matter.”

Tekehu: "We had many good adventures, but finding Ukaizo- that was a moment that cannot be outdone. And I never would have been there if not for Desta.”

7. A time you very nearly almost kissed Desta?

Siobhan: “Uh, no.”

Aloth: “Oh. Well, I suppose there were a few times before I actually did that I wanted to. One that sticks in my mind is before I left Caed Nua all those years ago...I knew by then how I felt for her, but I couldn’t do that to her right before I had to leave.”

Tekehu: “I admit, there have been occasions where the thought crossed my mind! She is a lovely woman, and very kind- our first trip to the Gullet, she was very comforting, and for a moment-”

Aloth: *disapproving frown intensifies*

Tekehu: “-I did nothing at all and we remained fast friends. I say, my companion here appears to coming down with some sort of affliction.”

8. Vacation time! Where do you take Desta for some R&R?

Siobhan: "Anywhere exciting! I heard tale of a nearby mountain cave being guarded by a dragon, I’m sure she’d love that!”

Aloth: “That sounds neither restful nor relaxing.”

Siobhan: “It is for us!”

Aloth: “That...explains quite a bit. In that vein, it’s difficult to imagine somewhere new she hasn’t been yet. It might be nice to take her to Aedyr. Perhaps not to meet my family- I’m not quite that comfortable with them yet- but there is some lovely scenery I could show her,”

Tekehu: "There are some lovely island we could visit, if she can stand the extra sailing time. But they are shores that haven’t seen explorers in many years, and I believe she would enjoy the experience!“

9. Desta’s sense of humor -is it dry, immature, sarcastic, self-deprecating, physical, witty, dark, or…?

Siobhan: "She was always an excitable girl- she finds just about anything funny. All in a very sweet way thought, she’s not prone to sarcasm or mockery.”

Aloth: "Desta appreciates puns. Originally I did not share that appreciation, but...I admit, her sense of humor has rubbed off on me, just a bit. Normally I would call it silly, but she has a talent for making me laugh no matter what mood I’m in.”

Tekehu: "Ah, yes, her puns are wonderful! She’s simply an entertaining person to be around- she tells hilarious stories!”

[kookieskiwi]

Hi kookieskiwi Im a fan of your works 💜💜. Is the request open? If it is a yes can I request Idol Au + "Why are you being so nice to me all of a sudden?". Im sorry this is first time I ask request. If it is not burden you can I ask more request? Sorry for being awkward 😭

(Thank you for being a fan 🥺 and requests are always open with me ❤️ don’t be sorry at all, me myself I’ve never asked for a request bc I’m too nervous so you’re braver than myself 💜 writing what y’all want is never a burden to me, it may take a few days but I will ALWAYS do it, and you aren’t awkward at all. In fact your really cute lol ☺️🌱) (there’s not that much dialogue in here but I think it’s okay)

Song mentioned is Human by Christina Perry

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Being an idol wasn’t easy especially for a foreigner like yourself. You had to fight tremendously hard for your place and even then you weren’t widely accepted amongst other idols. When you signed with BigHit 12 years ago you had spent six of those years in training in order to make it in this cruel world of perfection.

The hate started when you had first debuted under the company which was right around when BTS was rising in fame all over the world. Before that you had gotten some media coverage but the only claims were that you were a makeup artist or staff member. But when it was announced that you were among a solo debut as the first female artist under their company things went two ways. There were people who supported you from the beginning and then there were those who absolutely despised you. BTS and a majority of their fans were part of the long list which included other idol groups and their fan bases.

What confused you the most was the fact that you had done absolutely nothing to any of them, you hadn’t even come out to say anything about yourself. You hadn’t given them a reason to hate you but they still found the smallest things to make you break down. The BTS members themselves wouldn’t speak to you but they’d glare at you, leave the room if you entered or refuse to enter if you were there.

It hurt but the hate only became more of a reason for you to push yourself and make them see who you really were. When BTS hit their peak of success their actions towards you has simmered down, they were simply too busy to care anymore. However there were idols and idol groups that absolutely loved you like: TXT, IU, Mamamoo, Eric Nam, Amber Liu, Taemin, Sunmi and KARD.

Not being completely hated and alone gave you a better feeling but the hate still got to you. Over the years you had grown your own fan base and gotten support from many companies that asked you to model for them. You weren’t as famous as BTS and you knew you’d never be but you were inching closer which they ans everyone else saw.

Bang PD was your number one supporter throughout the whole thing although he mentioned nothing to BTS to stop their anger towards you. That was completely fine with you, you were all adults and you could handle things on your own.

You grew your career by being your true self when even when the cameras were pointed at you. At your concerts you always made sure there was indifference between your fans. You’d proudly bring out a pride flag to spend a portion of your concerts thanking all those who were part of the community or being brave. The first time you had done that media outlets raced to ask you why you did, many claimed it to be an act for clout but you set those rumors straight very quickly.

“No, I’m not like other idols who want clout. I’m perfectly fine with losing or gaining fans with my actions no matter what they may be. I brought out the Pride Flag because in the world there is so much debate about love, sexual orientation and gender equality. Love isn’t a political debate it’s a human emotion, a pure one at that which I believe should be expressed however it may be and whoever it may be with. I will never discriminate anyone based on their personal decisions, you do you boo. It’s your body, your life so it must be your choice how you live it.” You answered matter of factly shocking everyone in the room including the interviewer and crew.

Since then you’ve had many more supporters and you’ve even used half of the concert funds to donate to several different charities for minorities of all kinds whether it be race, sexuality or victims of anything. A week ago you had won ‘Best Breakthrough Artist’ ‘Activist of the Year’ and ‘Inspiring Artist Award’ at the MAMA. You had also performed a solo song which you had been saving to slap ever Jeon in the face metaphorically.

Your song ‘Human’ which you preformed hit the top of the charts worldwide. It was about everyone who doubted you, who hated you for no reason, to everyone who was now your fan.

-

The next day you were back in your studio hard at work ignoring all the news articles, twitter feeds and conspiracy theories about you. Your new album which featured ‘Human’ was set to be released in a month so you were finishing up some last minute vocals and tracks before you headed over to the dance studio to practice your choreography.

Suddenly a knock at your studio door drew you from the depths of your focus. “Come in.” You said in a monotone reverting your focus back to the screen in front of you. You could hear the door open followed by several sets of footsteps before the door clicking closed shortly after.

“Y/n.” The the voice called, at the recognition of who the owner of that deep, sophisticated voice you froze instantly in fear. Slowly you turned to face him only to see all seven of them standing before you in your large studio. They were dressed casually but not slobby in stylish outfits mainly from designer brands so I guess it was the sloppiest you could get with Gucci on.

“What- what are you guys doing here?” You asked cautiously trying to avoid eye contact with all of them but it seemed to be getting harder and harder the longer they stood there. “We were about to get lunch and we were wondering if you wanted to come along?” Hoseok asked stumbling over his words slightly. You tilted your head in utter confusion, was this a joke? You’d never spoke to them much less eaten with them. “Why are you being so nice all of a sudden?” You questioned narrowing your eyes in suspicion at their actions. Why now? Was it because of your song? Did they finally get the massage after all these years?

“We- we wanted to apologize for how we’ve treated you. It was unprofessional and childish to do what we did and we cannot be sorry enough.” Jin explained bowing head in sorrow making the rest follow in suit. They were what now? Apologizing!? Your head spun a million miles an hour trying to come up with a valid response to their sudden apology.

“I have to agree, I gave you and all the other’s no reason to hate me. I never understood why or what I had done and I’m not going to lie, you guys were totally assholes.” You smiled at the end of your statement before continuing, “when your fans saw your dislike for me they too started hating me which took a toll on me. But the past is in the past, I’ll be willing to start over if you explain to them why you did it and that you came to me, not the other way around.”

“Oh my, y/n of course we will. I, we, are so sorry about everything and the truth is, we were terrified that you’d get the fame we had worked for since you signed under this company. It was an irrational fear that we shouldn’t have assumed from you, we are so sorry.” Taehyung said opening his arms hopefully. You smiled arising from your chair to enter his arms, the feeling you had longed for for so long was finally felt. One by one the others joined the hug, Jimin having to pull Yoongi in since he was still standing on the sidelines. It felt so nice to finally have a burden let off your chest, you knew why they did it and you could see why too. You would’ve done it too, maybe not for that long and not to the extreme, but you would’ve done it.

“I forgave you guys the second you entered my studio.”

[mnthpprt]

Chapter 45: Skeletons In The Garden

It has been almost a week since I decided to give William a chance. More than that, I decided to earn his trust, no matter what it took. I think I am succeeding so far, but there is a price I have to pay. With every day we spend together in town, with every night we join our bodies into one, we become closer. Just as I have gained his trust, he is beginning to gain mine. I have to constantly remind myself why I came here, but then he looks at me with that smile, that light in his eyes... It takes all my effort not forget the reason I agreed to be with him in the first place.

I sleepily stumble around the kitchen in search of the jar of ground coffee, wearing nothing but William’s dressing gown. I borrowed it again last night to head back to my bedroom and fell asleep in it. Though the sleeves are way too long for me, the fabric is luxurious and soft, and I have taken up the habit of stealing it after our nightly activities.

A few minutes ago, William woke me up without bothering to knock on my door.  He said we were going somewhere, but did not explain any further. I was too tired to ask. Though it is not that early, I have been having more trouble sleeping than usual, and I have the feeling it has nothing to do with my new vampiric condition. Fuck, this man drives me insane in every way possible: I either want to kiss him, break his nose, or both. That last one gets very confusing, and usually ends up involving lots of bites from me, out of anger, and from him, in retaliation. 

I pour a cup for him before taking my coffee up to my bedroom. I stare at my clothes, which are laid out on the bed, as I drink it. I have been putting off returning to the mansion for my stuff, but I do need more dresses. I would also like to resume my research, so I’ll have to borrow some books for that.

When I return downstairs, empty cup in hand and hair loosely braided, William is waiting for me on the sofa. He offers me a bottle of rouge, and I pet Puck as I take it.

“Today is the troupe’s day off,” I observe.

“I know,” he simply replies. Where is he taking me? As if he could read my mind, he smiles and sips his rouge before explaining. “Dost thou remember how I wanted thee to meet someone?”

I nod, but narrow my eyes as the implication sinks in. Either he really trusts me enough to introduce me to his deranged accomplice, or this is his way to get rid of me once and for all. Sure, he has been nothing but charming and sweet since I moved into his house, but this is William. If there is a God, even He doesn’t know what he’s plotting.

An hour later, our carriage pulls up next to an old church. From the outside, I see no signs of it being used. It looks rather abandoned. However, as we approach the entrance, I catch the scent of burning candles, meaning there must be people inside. What is this place?

The wooden door creaks loudly when William pushes it open, just enough for us to pass through. Once inside, he closes it behind us.

“Please lock that, will you?” a man’s voice chimes from the altar. I cannot see him, but I hear glass tinkering behind the decorative screen in the back.

“Do not worry, we shall be quick,” William says, but obliges anyway. Great, now I am trapped here with a stranger who might have killed me.

He takes my hand and guides me down the nave. Our steps echo ominously under the high stone arches, and I have to take a deep breath to relax. Do not show them you are nervous, Anaïs, for they might take it the wrong way. For God’s sake, act normal.

We walk past the altar and into the ambulatory, where the stranger in question seems to have set up a lab of sorts, packed with all kinds of flasks, beakers, and, uh... medical equipment. Creepy. He is slightly taller than William, slender and dressed in clothing as black as his hair, and wears glasses with a chain around his neck.

“What do we have here?” he asks with a malicious grin that gives me shivers. He has a mild German accent. “Is this the neophyte you mentioned? She would make a fine guinea pig...”

“No, thank you.” He raises an eyebrow at my quick reply, while William chuckles and wraps his arm around my waist.

“My nightshade, this is Johann Georg Faust. Johann, meet Anaïs.”

“Faust like the legend?”

“The very same,” William smiles.

“Oh. Nice to meet you, I guess. So, um... What are you doing there?” I ask, pointing at the collection of scribbled on papers and lab equipment.

“Nothing you need to concern yourself with, fräulein Anaïs. I am sure you would find my experiments rather tedious...”

I ignore the condescending tone of his answer. A sculpture behind him has caught my eye. Faust interrupts his deceivingly polite excuse when I march past him to approach it.

“Oh, hell no,” I mumble. “María, cariño, ¿qué te han hecho? (Mary, honey, what have they done to you?)”

 I reach up to touch the Virgin’s gilded coat and, sure enough, the gold leaf crumbles in my fingers, leaving behind a glittery mess. I turn to the bespectacled man, only for my look of indignation to be met with his, equal parts intrigued and offended.

“She’s falling apart! See?” I show the golden dust on my palm to the two men. “I need to fix this before it gets-” Oh no he didn’t. Right beside Faust, on his work table, I see a clean rag neatly folded beside a bottle of clear liquid. ‘Carbolic acid’, the label reads. I bring the cloth to my nose and immediately put two and two together. “You wiped it with phenol?!” I exclaim, incredulous, as I furiously wave the rag around. “I don’t know why you needed to disinfect poor Mary over here in the first place, but for fuck’s sake, don’t do it again. God, no wonder everyone hates this stupid century, y’all discover something and decide to use it for everything without ever thinking about what it might do.”

“Everyone?” William asks, confused.

“This century?” Faust says almost at the same time.

“In my line of work, I mean,” I explain, completely ignoring the second question. I am not sure how safe it would be for me to mention that I come from the future. “Seriously, the amount of damage I’ve had to undo is insane. Why you people use so many questionable compounds is beyond me. Can I borrow a scalpel?”

“You came through the door,” Faust states. Shit, I guess he knows about it.

“Yes, I’m from the future,” I sigh, before grabbing a scalpel myself, not bothering to wait for permission.

I return my focus to the sculpture and carefully examine it. The state it is in is poorer than I had previously noticed. Judging by the proportions, it looks gothic. That makes it around 300 years old at least. Though the passage of time has obviously taken its toll, I have no doubt that its degradation has been made worse by well-meaning yet ignorant attempts at preserving it. Or, in Faust’s case, by his attempt to prep the area for whatever freaky surgical shit he has going on here. I must admit, the fact that he allegedly sold his soul to the devil for knowledge does not exactly reassure me about his intentions.

“The year 2020, to be exact,” I continue as I awkwardly manoeuvre around the sculpture to scrape some paint and gesso off the back in order to check the state of the wood underneath. “I’m guessing you’re not a pureblood... Do you know how to use a shotgun, by any chance?” I ask casually without looking up from my delicate task.

“Is this about Salieri?” Judging by Faust’s tone, I can tell he is rolling his eyes. “That would be Charles,” he sighs. Whoever this Charles is, Faust sounds like a bored babysitter. He has no interest in the conversation whatsoever. “May I have my scalpel back? You’re going to blunt it.”

“I’m almost done.” I manage to cut a cross section just in time to see him approach and forcibly take the sharp object from my hand. I then make my way back to the work table and search for what I need, carefully holding the thin slice of wood and gesso between my fingers. “Do you have a... What are they called, those round looky things with the handle?”

“Magnifying glass,” William aids.

“Yeah, that. Actually,” I change my mind when I see a pile of neatly stacked glass slides, “I’m gonna take one of these. I forgot that microscopes already exist. Where is yours, anyway?”

“Safely locked away,” the alchemist deadpans. Oh well, it looks like I’ll have to save my sample for later, then.

William takes my hand and gently ushers me away from the improvised lab, I assume to stop me from annoying its owner any further. Though he acts polite, I can tell it is nothing more than a weak façade that could drop any second.

“My dearest,” he says, “we should move on to the reason of our visit?”

“Vlad, was it?” I nod. He merely mentioned the name in passing days ago, but I have hung onto that minuscule snippet of information like my life depends on it. It might.

He leads me to a discrete door nestled in the corner of the transept to our left. Before we can reach it, however, Faust calls out from behind the altar.

“I look forward to studying you, fräulein.”

“Well, I do not!” I sing in response. He lets out an unnerving chuckle that I decide to ignore.

I follow William through the door and up a dark staircase. As we walk along the hallway, I get the feeling that he does not know exactly where he is leading me, either. Still, he finds the person he was looking for inside a small room. It looks like it had been used for storage in the past, but now is completely empty save for a desk and a few chairs. The white haired man sitting on one of them looks up when we enter through the already open door. This must be him. The pureblood that is going after the residents.

He is strikingly beautiful, despite the unnervingly red shade of his eyes. Dressed in expensive clothes, he moves elegantly to greet me. I instinctively do the polite thing and offer my hand for him to hold.

“Anaïs Bertran, I presume?” His voice is slightly breathy, and as delicately controlled as his poise. “You are as beautiful as a rose.”

I do not dare to complain out loud, but I give William an exasperated look, causing him to laugh. I smack his arm.

“Stop being a dickhead,” I scold him, even though I have to hold back a smile.

“Ah, I see you have thorns as well,” the other man chuckles. “It is rare for such a pretty flower to be so foul mouthed. I must confess I appreciate it, it adds character. Was that some kind of joke between you two?”

“I guess you could call it that,” I sigh. “I just think there are more interesting flowers to be compared to.”

“Such as?” he prompts.

“I don’t know, lisianthus, dahlias... Sunflowers are pretty nifty, and I’ve always liked orchids. People tend to think they’re really hard to grow, for some reason, but they just need a bit of attention and the right amount of light. Chrysanthemums are also really cool...” I ramble.

“Those are an old favorite of mine, but not as much as roses, I’m afraid. Do you enjoy gardening?”

“Is it that obvious?” I chuckle, embarrassed. “But yeah, I worked as a florist for a few years.”

“Oh?” he smiles. “I own a flower shop in town. I sense we are going to get along well, Anaïs. Oh my, how rude of me! I forgot to introduce myself. You may call me Vlad.”

“Well, it’s a pleasure to finally meet you,” I politely say before tilting my head. “I have to say, I find it a bit strange to be here, speaking to you. I mean, you sent a sniper after Salieri to stop him from revealing your identity, yet here we are, being formally introduced,” I remark.

“Yes, I am well aware of the incident that took place. Quite a fortunate outcome you got, don’t you think?”

“If by fortunate you mean bleeding out in a sewer, then sure, but I beg to differ.” A cold smile accompanies my response. Not only did dying obliterate any semblance of a schedule I had, it also caused me to be turned into... this. I have nothing against vampires, but I’d rather not go through the pain of being a neophyte, or whatever these people call it. 

“Pardon my crudeness, but isn’t that what happens when you jump in front of a bullet that is not meant for you?” Vlad quips.

“Yeah... That is the stupidest thing I have ever done, can’t argue with that logic,” I mutter, resigned. “By the way, if you’re gonna play with gunpowder inside a tunnel, I’d recommend finding another one that isn’t full of highly flammable methane gas. Just a tip,” I wink.

Our tense exchange is interrupted by a knock on the door frame. Under it stands another man with a boyish smile and shaggy hair.

“I bought those strawberries you- Oh.” He pauses when he sees me, his eyes growing wide in recognition. “Hello there.”

“Are you Charles?” I innocently ask, approaching him. When he nods, I smirk. 

There is no warning when I grab his jacket and shoot my knee into his groin at full force. I hear William’s incredulous snort behind me, along with a muffled chuckle belonging to Vlad.

“Argh, putain!” Charles groans, folding over in pain. I observe him as I wait for him to recover. “Why?” he cries from the floor. I simply pull my dress down to reveal the scar on my cleavage. His mouth opens and closes quickly, not knowing what to say.

“Sorry, just had to get that out of my system,” I explain with no trace in my voice of the violence I just displayed. “I’m Anaïs,” I smile, offering my hand. He takes it, and I pull him to his feet. The boyish grin returns to his face as he awkwardly scratches the back of his neck.

“I am so sorry about shooting you, it was an accident. You jumped out of nowhere! I didn’t even want to in the first place, but- Ehem, sorry.”

I follow his gaze when he suddenly interrupts himself with a fake cough. Vlad’s eyes are slightly narrowed in what I can only assume is a look of warning. Okay, something’s going on. Well, yet another thing, on top of the long list of unexplained actions from this strange group of people.

“Don’t worry about it,” I say before the silence becomes awkward, “we’re even now.” I turn to the pureblood and look at him inquisitively. “Anyway, I have a lot of questions. I don’t want to judge until I know exactly what your intentions are for doing whatever it is you’re doing. I have to admit I am finding it hard to keep my emotions under control, so we better get on with it, yeah?”

I do not need to justify my volatile state. Vlad knows perfectly well that he was the one to cause it.

[raven-wraith]

This is Actually a Completely Subjective List Written in a Completely Objective Voice, so I’m not Wrong, Y’all just had a Bad Year: A Look at the Best Titles of 2020 A.D.

By Orova

I feel like a recap or an intro that encompasses the past year will be redundant to both the reader and the writer, so I just won’t. Instead, I’ll just say that due to circumstances provided by 2020, I had a lot of time to just shut up and play games. And games did I play. I played a lot of good games[1]. I played a lot of bad games[2]. I bought the newest games that came out[3] and I went back down memory lane with some classics[4]. But at the end of every day, I was completely satisfied with how I spent my time and did what I wanted. So this is a list of the games that surpassed satisfaction, pushed the bar higher, and made me reconsider what a truly great game can be in 2020.

The Last Of Us Part II

This game is a beautiful work of art and storytelling. If gripping gameplay is what you came for, then you’ll be staying for the story. Naughty Dog continues to come out with games that push current gen Playstations to astronomical heights, making that hardware and software work overtime to get a game that becomes so overwhelmingly tangible that it cause the player to stop. The Last of Us Part II is no exception to this rule. So often does this game take lefts and rights when you expect it to go straight that it is absolutely insane how much ground it truly covers. Sneaking about before getting into claustrophobic gunfights feels smooth and natural, the new mechanics and enemies are unique, and while the non-linear parts can overstay their welcome at times, the game is long enough for them to not fill in empty space. 

When I first played this, I was with my girlfriend for the whole journey and at the end, I didn’t feel quite as fulfilled as I thought I should’ve from the sequel to one of the greatest games I’ve ever played. It wasn’t until I returned on a higher difficulty did I find just how much this game has to offer, making the story all the more powerful as every fight truly felt like my last and every enemy made me rethink my choices and decision making and every arrow I fired and molotov I threw felt a nice weight to it that I have to emphasize once more. This game is a beautiful work of art and storytelling as the gameplay speaks for itself before anything else.

Final Fantasy VII Remake

To those that actually care, I reviewed this game when it came out[5] and I was shocked to find how many people didn’t appreciate it as much as I did. Final Fantasy VII is one of the most influential titles of my life that being able to see Cloud’s hair rendered so cleanly in this dystopian futuristic gothic fantasy world was a miracle in my eyes. A dream come true. The action comes in spades with enough sword fighting and magic to make Power Rangers to look like a fucking picnic.

The graphical design of the game, the direction of animation, and the cunning take on a lot of depth we never got to see so early on makes me very excited for future titles to come. There are some downsides, lots involving the side quests and voice acting, but that is just some of its downsides to look past to find the content at its core. Shooting moonbeams out of your greatsword at stormtroopers while in chase on a motorcycle. Take down a tyrannical oil monger as an eco-terrorist. Find cats for a little girl. Is this a Bioshock? No. But is it a game I keep trying to remind myself to not replay? Yes.

Tony Hawk Pro Skater 1 + 2 Remake

Superman by Goldfinger played and my sister laughed as she watched me cry. This game brought tears to my eyes, literally. As I got to relive sitting in my grandma’s basement, I was propelled to complete absolutely everything I wanted to do. This game was a complete package and its delivery was spot on with what a remake should be. A collection on a past game with quality of life improvements, enhanced handling and accessibility, and a software overhaul.

The game is simple. Complete challenges, unlock drip, flex on your friends. Usually in that order. But it is finally that simplicity in a new game that makes it such a good title. We wanted the game we knew and loved and they promised that. Nothing more, nothing less, it is exactly what we got. A new soundtrack, updated graphics, and nostalgia not most can achieve is a massive point to play this game.

Huntdown

Contra meets Kung Fury. Why the fuck have you not grabbed a friend and played this masterpiece yet. I mean seriously. If you’ve got a roommate or SO or friend with nothing going on tonight, play this shit. It’s great. Moving on.

Mortal Shell

I would like to address the fact that, yes, this is a souls-like and it isn’t exactly the most friendly game because of it. However, this game came out of fucking nowhere and blew me on my ass. Going back to delivering on a promise, these guys crafted an unforgiving title with little to no hand holding to show that this-THIS[6]-is how you make a souls-like. It is balls to the walls skill based combat where the player has to use what little tools they have to overcome a myriad of enemies. Progress is possible only through rewards and items, meaning there is no grinding or farming, just straight gameplay.

This is a game where I paid half the price for a full game and got, while a shorter title, the enjoyment from a full priced AAA game. It takes no time to complete when the “click” happens and it is a fun, fulfilling title the whole time. There are some incredibly unique mechanics that forced me to break my souls brain and for that, it just makes the experience far more personal. If you aren’t weak hearted, I cannot recommend Mortal Shell enough.

Doom Eternal

When Doom Eternal dropped, my sister was playing Animal Crossing: New Horizons. After we both went into respective video game comas from it, we dubbed March 20th Doom Crossing Day. Doom is Doom. Nothing more to say past that honestly, but I will continue my rambling cause I know it’s what you all want anyway.

These guys keep cranking the intensity knob higher and higher. With Doom 2016 these guys said, “Hey, what if we gave the best first person shooter that requires no thinking whatsoever to completely obliterate enemies and zoom around the map at breakneck speeds?” With Eternal, the guys said, “Hey, what if we did what we did for 2016 except this time, we actually have the everyone (enemies and the player) move faster, hit harder, and actually require them to think?” With that, the gore orgy of Doom Eternal was born. Still very much a fast paced shooter with some extra content to fill the pockets of completionists, it delivers in fucking truckloads exactly what it wants from the player. To let loose and fucking floor every hellish abomination in their path.

And the soundtrack, while a sad story, is still one of the best things to listen to in gaming and probably the world.

Darkwood

The only thing that made me stop to consider buying this game was how reliant on a crafting system it seemed. I hate games that force crafting. I don’t know why, so I won’t elaborate. But, done with The Last of Us Part II and needing a survival horror itch to scratch, I sucked it up and bought it. After all, being an indie title for a genre I admire more than most, it couldn’t have been a terrible waste of time. That was probably the single best decision I made during the last year and Darkwood is not lost on me in that sense.

The fact that Darkwood has not only exposed the horizon of top-down horror, but it has experimented and perfected its use for the camera angle is astounding. The atmosphere rides on that perspective and, between the short days of scavenging and talking to the few NPCs you meet to the long nights crouched in the corner of your (un)safe haven, it is never lost. It’s a game where you constantly hear your heart in your ears. The combat can be sloppy at times but the story is one of a kind and its execution is phenomenal. If you are a fan of horror games or roguelikes, I cannot tell you enough. Get Darkwood.

Deep Rock Galactic

After lots of thoughtful consideration, I have deemed this the number one title of 2020. Not only did it keep me and my friends together and in touch during the hard times, it is a shooter that I support with my whole body. You and your friends play as a team of drunk space dwarves, tasked with a mission that sends you deep into a spider-infested planet, where you will have to use your class sets to fight, plunder, and escape the hostile environment.

With PvE at its core and ridiculousness as its foundation, Deep Rock Galactic is a masterpiece of cooperative shooting and procedurally generated dungeon crawling. Blending class play from Team Fortress 2 with unexpected and differing missions from Darkest Dungeon, one will find this lighthearted shooter is an easy, accessible title. With a hint of Risk of Rain to complete its graphics, the game is above all fun. That’s right. It. Is. Just. Fun. Shoot a spider that launches fireballs from its mouth, drink beer that teleports you into the farthest reaches of space, get rich off of gold veins while your team calls you greedy, dye your beard purple, and Rock and Stone in this amazing fusion of PvE and dungeon crawling. 

Thank you for coming. There will be no score. It is simply a list where I feel those that need some new titles after the biggest disappointment of them all[7] should find some great titles in here for themselves. Have a safe next year and be patient. Patience is what will reward you. Practice is what humbles you. Hesitation is defeat. Toodles.

[1] Ghostrunner

[2] Hellpoint

[3] Mafia: Definitive Edition

[4] Silent Hill 3

[5] 9/10

[6] Not you Hellpoint

[7] Cyberpunk 2077 but I mean, we all saw this coming. I had to put it in here somewhere.

[stars-and-rose]

The Sides Become the Roman Protection Squad

ITS ROMANS BIRTHDAY!!MY FAVORITE BOYS BIRTHDAY!!!! DID Y’ALL REALLY THINK I WASN’T GOING TO WRITE SOMETHING FOR HIM???

Fandom: Thomas Sanders/Sanders Sides

Parings: it was meant to be platonic LAMP (because that’s what I’ve been doing for these birthday one-shots) but it can be read as romantic because I cannot control myself

Summary: Patton, Virgil and Logan have been preparing for Romans birthday for an entire month. If only they could find the birthday boy.

Word Count: 2,337

Trigger Warnings: Descriptions of injuries, bleeding, mentions of surgery and stitches, mention of needles, Virgil curses out dragon, character is unconscious

 "Patton, will you please stop pacing?"

Patton stopped in his tracks and turned to face Logan, who was leaning against the doorframe with the faintest amount of concern in his eyes. "Sorry, Lo! I'm just a little worried."

"You're more worried than I am," Virgil called from his position on the couch. "Which is saying something. What's going on?"

"Roman still hasn't come down yet!"

"It is his birthday. Knowing Roman, he's catching up on his beauty sleep. Nothing worth you fretting." Logan reasoned.

Patton sighed, plopping down in an armchair. "You're probably right- you usually are."

In the corner of his eyes, Patton noticed Virgil fiddling with his hoodie strings. "Now that Patton's mentioned it, I've felt off all morning. I thought it was the normal anxiety with deadlines and Thomas being social, but maybe it's not."

Logan sighed, pinching his nose. "If it will calm both of your nerves, I will go check on Roman."

Patton flashed the logical side his brightest smile. "If it's not too much of bother, could you?"

Logan gave a short nod, then turned and walked up the stairs. Patton watched him go until he was out of sight. Then, he looked over at Virgil. "Are you okay, Kiddo?"

Virgil nodded, letting go of his hoodie strings. "I'm good. What did you make for Roman's birthday?"

"Red velvet macarons! I've wanted to make macarons for a while now, and I know Roman loves red velvet, I decided to give it a shot! They turned out really nice, and I was able to make a gold paint splatter effect on them too!"

"Roman's gonna love them, Pat," Virgil replied.

Patton grinned. "I sure hope he does! What about you, Virge? What did you make?"

A soft smirk formed on Virgil's face. "I need to have some secrets, Pat. What I will tell you, however, is that I'm surprised my fingers are still in one piece after how many times I stabbed myself with a needle."

As Patton winced at the thought, footsteps echoed down the staircase. Both the moral and anxious sides turned to see Logan coming downstairs. "Is-"

Patton's voice died in his throat when he saw the troubled look on Logan's face. "Roman's not in his room-"

Virgil took a sharp intake of breath. "-then where-"

"-but the door to the imagination was left open."

Patton bounced up from his chair, taking the few steps between him and Virgil and resting a hand on the other's shoulder. "Well, Roman's probably in his domain! I think we should go check on him. Is that okay, Virgil?"

"Yeah. Let's go drag Princey out of his kingdom." Virgil decided, standing and shrugging Patton's hand off his shoulder. Patton glanced at Logan, who's concerned look was growing larger by the second. It was no secret that Virgil got defensive when he was anxious. The sooner they found Roman, the better.

Silently, Patton and Virgil followed Logan up the stairs.  The door to the imagination was next to Roman's room. Golden light peaked from the cracked open wooden door.

Patton pulled open the door and stepped into the golden light. He'd stepped through his door before- they all had. Roman regularly dragged the other sides through his beautiful kingdom.

Or, at least, what was usually beautiful.

Patton's mouth hung open as he studied the scenery. What was usually a crystal blue was a dark storm. What was usually lush green grass and bright flowers was dead grass and thorns. The air, which usually smelled sweet, reeked of death.

"Something's wrong. Something's very wrong." Virgil mumbled, his finger tangled through his hoodie strings.

"The imagination is linked directly to Roman's well-being. Which would mean-"

"Logan, shut up. I don't need to hear that." Virgil snapped.

Patton felt his heartbeat quicken.

"I'm going to kill that prick," Virgil muttered, dark eyes scanning the area. Suddenly, he took off running.

"Virgil!" Patton yelled. "What- where are you going?"

Logan grabbed Patton's arm. "Virgil has the best instincts out of the four of us. If he believes he can find Roman,  I reckon we should follow him."

Patton nodded, and he and Logan chased after Virgil. They raced through the brush, thorns tearing through clothing and heavy breaths escaping from their mouths. They almost crashed into Virgil, who had frozen in a mix of horror and fear.

When Patton saw what Virgil had, he almost vomited.

A dragon stood in the clearing, with voids for eyes and knives for teeth. The monster's scales were a hideous green that clashed with its red claws.

Wait. Its claws weren't naturally red. They were covered in blood.

Roman's blood.

The prince was crumbled in a heap on the ground, his sword inches away from his hand. His white shirt was covered in dark stains, and blood dripped down his cheek and clotted in his hair. His eyes were closed. His chest was barely moving.

Not a single word was uttered between the other three sides- none were needed. They simply burst into action.

Patton ran for Roman's unconscious body, throwing his cardigan behind him to Logan. When he reached the creative side, he bent down and scooped the prince into his arms. Blood splashed against his own shirt, but Patton didn't have the time to care. Roman's breathing was slowing and blood was still spilling. From his position in Patton's arms, Roman's wounds were visible. A gash across his chest and a twin cuts on his cheek and behind his hairline were causing most of the blood loss. Countless other bruises and nicks covered Roman's body.

With the prince's broken body cradled to his chest, Patton brought Roman back to Logan, who had torn Patton's cardigan into strips. As soon Patton laid Roman on the ground, Logan began to press the fabric to his wounds. The gray quickly turned red.

Meanwhile, Virgil had picked up Roman's abandoned sword. The anxious slide wielded the blade with flames in his eyes. "HEY FUCKER!"

The dragon's attention left the prince and the moral side and devoted itself purely to emo. Virgil felt the panic rise in this throat as he stared into the dragon's midnight eyes, but he swallowed it and shouted, "YEAH, I'M TALKING TO YOU!"

The green beast cocked its head in surprise. The dragon had apparently not been prepared for the prince to have backup.

Virgil waved Roman's sword around, surprised with how right it felt in his hand. "Fight or flight," he muttered under his breath and shook away the fear clogging his throat. He was not going to submit to his fear and panic. Roman needed him. So, he tightened his grip on the sword and charged for the dragon.

Patton had just handed Roman over to Logan when he saw Virgil going for the dragon. Not exactly thinking it through, Patton called out, "Hey! Mr. Dragon!"

The beast turned it's attention away from Virgil and stared at Patton. Taking a feet steps away from Logan and the injured prince, Patton yelled, "You know, it's not nice to attack people."

The dragon looked like it was lost in its confusion. It definitely wasn't prepared be lectured for attacking the loud prince.

"It's actually quite rude to try and kill people." Patton continued, crossing his arms. He kept his eyes on the beast but kept checking the corners of his vision for the speck of violet. "There are much more civil ways to handle issues than violence. Which is a bit hypocritical, I guess."

As the Dragon was trying to understand what the moral side had said, a sharp pain stung from its chest. It looked down to see the angry side from earlier pulling the sword from its gut. Virgil glared up at the dragon, his hands shaking and his grip of the now bloody weapon slipping.

Then, because things refused to make any sort of sense in the imagination, the Dragon exploding into golden light, leaving only a pile of ashes behind.

Virgil kicked the remains. "Eat shit."

Patton ran over to Virgil, checking his kiddo for any injuries. Other than a scrap on his knee from a thorn bush, Virgil was in good shape. The anxious side stared at Patton, obviously trying to comprehend what he had just done. "Did I-"

"-just slay the dragon?" Patton finished, a soft smile forming on his face. "You did. You really are our protector, Vee."

Virgil shook his head, hands still quaking a bit. "I am not thinking about that. Nope, not happening. What I'm going to do is chew out Roman for getting himself injured and scaring us and making me fight a god damn dragon."

"I suggest you refrain from chewing Roman out for now. He is in, for lack of a better term, shit shape." Logan called out, the said side held in his arms. "I managed to stop the bleeding, but I believe he needs stitches for the incision on his chest."

"I could probably do it. I sew my clothes, what's the difference between sewing cloth and someone's skin?"

"There are a thousand differences-"

"Sarcasm. But I think I can do it. But let's get him out of here before I panic and lose whatever adrenaline rush I'm on."

The three sides and their injured counterpart made the trek back to the door, the thorns fading into dust behind him and color returning to the sky. As soon as they entered the mind palace, Virgil scurried to his room to grab his supplies. Logan laid Roman, who was still out, on the couch that Virgil had been laying on only hours again.

"Patton, can you get me some fresh towels and some hydrogen peroxide?" Logan asked, removing the scraps of Patton's cardigan from Roman's wounds?

"Hydrogen peroxide?"

"Rubbing alcohol."

"Oh, gotcha Lo!" Patton ran off to the bathroom the four of them shared. He had to push away both Virgil and Roman's make-up bags to find the bottle he was looking for. Grabbing a towel from the cabinet, Patton ran back to Logan, giving the logical side the supplies.

As Logan began to clean Roman's gashes, Virgil appeared from upstairs, holding a black box. "Here starts the beginning and end of my career as a surgeon."

"Are you sure about this, Kiddo?"

         Virgil nodded, only hesitating for a few seconds. "Someone has to help this dumbass. Besides, it gives me something to put my nervous energy into."

        Patton placed a hand on his shoulders. "I'm proud of you, Virge."

        "Thanks, Popstar." Virgil shot Patton a finger gun with his free hand. Logan stood from Roman's side.

         "I finished cleaning his wounds. He's ready for stitches, Virgil, as long as you are."

       As Virgil walked over to the creative side, Logan came closer to Patton. "Would you like to get your macarons from the refrigerator and help me collect other food?"

        "Oh! Sure, Lo! But-"

         "I believe it's in our best interests if we allow Virgil to do this alone. He will only feel pressure if we sit here and observe. Furthermore, I doubt you would feel any delight in watching."

        Patton let out a quiet laugh. "Right as always, Lo."

        The two sides left for the kitchen, Patton pulling out his macarons and Logan searched the cabinets for what seemed to be protein bars. "Roman will need sugar when he awakens. It will help combat the effects of his blood loss."

       "Good thing I made all these macarons!" Patton replied, pulling the cover of his tray. Logan glanced over at the desserts.

       "Those look delectable, Patton. You've truly outdone yourself."

        A bright smile flashed on Patton's features. "Thanks! I wish that we were eating them to celebrate Roman's birthday, not to celebrate that he's not dead."

           Logan let out a humming noise as he set down the box of protein bars on the table. "That is an agreeable statement. Do you have everything you need Patton? I think Virgil will be done by now."

         Patton gripped his tray. "Mmhmm!"

        When they entered the commons, Patton almost let out a squeak of joy. Virgil had finished the impromptu surgery and currently had the creative side laying on the couch with his head in his lap. Virgil's fingers were brushing some of the blood out of Roman's hair.

       Then, Patton heard the myriad of curses coming from Virgil's mouth, and the moment became a bit less sweet. Though, Patton decided that Virgil deserved some cursing after the day.

     Logan sat down on the left of Virgil, handing the anxious side a protein bar. Virgil took the bar gratefully and bit into it. Patton sat on Virgil's right, leaning on the anxious side but adjusting himself so Roman still had room. He reached for the remote, and silently put on Heracles.

       Halfway through "Go the Distance", Patton noticed Roman's eyes slowly opening, confusion written in the brown.

          "Hey, Kiddo," Patton said. Virgil looked down at the side laying his lap, a relieved smile appearing for a few seconds. Logan's shoulders finally relaxed.

       "What- there was the dragon- how?" Roman mumbled.

         "We got you out of there, Princey," Virgil responded, wiping some of the dried blood from Roman's face.

           There were a thousand questions brimming in Patton's mind, but something told him it wasn't the time to ask. Roman looked so vulnerable, not even shying from Virgil's grip or demanding that he was all right. A glance between Logan and Virgil showed they both agreed. Questions were for later.

        Instead, Patton pulled out the macaroons and handed one to Roman. "Happy birthday Ro."

         The creative side blinked. "It's my birthday?"

         "Indeed," Logan said, leaning into Virgil and resting his hand against Roman's side.

         "Yeah, you went and almost died on your birthday,"  Virgil muttered.

         "Let's worry about that later, okay?" Patton replied.

        Roman nodded, taking a bite from the macaron. "These are delightful, Padre. Thank you."

         Patton smiled down at him. "Of course, anything for our prince."

        With Heracles playing the background and macarons being devoured, Patton allowed his smile to remain. Roman was safe, he was happy, and the four sides were going to celebrate the hell out of their prince.

      As soon as they were done cuddling, of course.

[seouledbysisi]

A Brighter Dawn

Chapter Two

Laiya

As Laiya sat at the round table and listened to all of her colleagues opinions and input on the artists’ she couldn’t help but to feel like she needed a mental break. Physically she was there but mentally she was exhausted thinking about how she had hurt Minghao; and everyone else for that matter. Had she been that terrible of a friend? Sure she was busy but they understood that, right? Wasn’t that what friends were supposed to do? Be understanding. She sighed as everyone’s words went in one ear and out the other.

“Laiya, do you have anything you want to add?” The head of A&R asked.

She snapped out of her thoughts but held quiet. She honestly had no idea what or who the conversation had been about. “Sir, I-“

He threw his hand up. “You seem a bit off today. Take the rest of the day off!” He commanded.

She shook her head quickly. “No I’m fine sir. I’m here for the team.”

“I said take the rest of the day off! You’ve barely said a word today & if you’re not able to help us then you’re waste of space. Recalculate and come back tomorrow.....better than today!” He eyed her waiting for her to get up.

She simply nodded. “Yes sir. I’m sorry for today.” She quietly gathered her belongings and headed out.

She walked with her head down as she passed through the halls of Pledis. She’d never been sent home from any job so this was too much for her to handle.

Seungkwan just so happened to be coming from the restroom when he noticed how down she looked. “Noona, are you okay?” He asked as he stared deeply at her. She looked so broken.

She nodded. “Yeah, Boo-ya! I’m fine.” She tried to perk up a bit.

She motioned for her to look at him. “Something’s wrong.” He stated plainly & pulled her into a hug.

All her emotions came flooding out as he embraced her. It felt like a dam had broken. “This job is too much!” She started. “I never have time for anyone, and Minghao’s mad at me and won’t talk to me. Elyse, Natalie, and Naomi are pissed. And on top of all of that I haven’t slept in three days.” Her tears wet his shoulder. “I’m sorry for crying all over you.” She wiped her face.

He rubbed her back with a chuckle. “My shirt is fine but you are not. Minghao will get over whatever he’s mad about. You need rest. Go home, drink some wine and go to sleep. Work can wait, rest cannot.” He smiled as he wiped a tear from her cheek.

She nodded. “Thank you for caring.”

He smiled. “Do you need me to walk you home?”

“You’d do that for me?”

He nodded. “Sure. Plus as mad as Minghao may or may not be with you, he’d kill me if he knew I let you walk home in tears alone.”

Laiya giggled. “As bad of a friend I am, I doubt he’d care right now.”

“You’d be surprised.” He grabbed her arm & pulled her towards the entrance of the building.

Minghao stepped out from an adjacent hallway and watched as the two walked outdoors together.

Naomi & Elyse

The girls were giving the guys their lesson for the day in English.

“So, Wonwoo if someone were to ask you what love means to you what would you say?” Elyse asked. They had been studying English for about a year now and the guys had become pretty fluent.

Wonwoo stared at her for a moment too long without answering.

Naomi shoved him a bit. “If you don’t stop staring at her like that then I’m not going to have to spill the beans after all.” She whispered to him.

Elyse raised an eyebrow. “You understand my question, right?”

Wonwoo nodded. “Love is hard to explain.” He said plainly.

She nodded. “It is but try.” Elyse crossed her arms with a smile.

Wonwoo exhaled deeply. “It’s something that makes you feel warm inside. I don’t know. I’ve never been in love.” He sounded a bit frustrated.

Elyse moved closer to where he sat. “Love is more than just a relationship. It’s how you feel with friends, family, or even a stranger when they do something nice for you, okay?”

Wonwoo nodded at her with a small smile. “Well I feel good around all of you so if that’s love then I guess I do know what it feels like.”

She smiled and smoothed his hair down. “That’s exactly what love is.”

Coups raised his hand. “Love can’t be explained directly with words. It’s a feeling you get when someone touches your heart. Kind of like when Elyse and Naomi teach us English, we feel gratitude and thankful. That’s a form of love exchanged from us to them, Wonwoo.”

Wonwoo nodded. “Thanks leader.” He said plainly as he watched how seemingly proud Elyse looked at Coups.

Naomi noticed how Wonwoo watched their interaction. “Okay well I think that’s all for today. All of you have done well. Just keep practicing.” She smiled.

Woozi grabbed his jacket and headed for the door.

Naomi hurriedly followed him. “Hey guy!” She smiled as she grabbed his arm.

“Hey.” He cracked a small smile.

“We haven’t talked in how many days?” She asked him with her hands on her hips.

Woozi just stared up at her. “We just seen each other yesterday.”

Naomi rolled her eyes. “Talking at work isn’t the same as hanging out afterwards. What’s up with you?”

“No what’s up with you? We don’t keep secrets or I thought we didn’t.”

Naomi was taken aback. “We don’t! I tell you everything. We’re best friends!”

“You sure didn’t tell me about you and Wonwoo. So much for being best friends.”

She giggled. “Are you seriously still on that? I can’t tell you because he doesn’t want anyone to know. As much as I want to say something it’s not mines to tell.”

“I don’t see what’s funny.” He stared blankly at her.

“You Wooz! You know that no one can take your place, you were the first person I got close to when I got hired in. Stop being like this.” She flicked his cheek softly.

Woozi smiled a little. “No one?”

She pulled him into a tight hug. “You know that, stop being all weird!”

Elyse ran up and laid her arms over Woozi & Naomi’s shoulders. “Hey lovebugs!”

Naomi shrugged her away. “Stop doing that!”

Woozi’s face turned red. “Why do you pick with us, Noona?” He chuckled.

“Because I can!” She winked at them.

“We’re just friends, Elyse. Get that through your thick skull.” Naomi shoved her sister playfully.

Elyse shrugged. “If you say so.”

Coups came up and grabbed Elyse’s hand and pulled her with him.

“What’s that saying, Naomi? Pot calls the kettle black?” Woozi striked back as he pointed at Coups & Elyse.

“Exactly!” She high-fived Woozi.

Elyse shoved Coups away. “Stop, you’re adding fuel to the fire!” She laughed and ran away.

Naomi caught up with her. “Wanna go out tonight?”

Elyse raised an eyebrow. “Like where out?”

“Like a lounge or bar? I feel like a girls night might be good for everyone.” Naomi smiled.

Elyse thought for a moment. “Okay. I just bought a new dress and this gives me a reason to wear it.”

“New dress?” Coups butted in.

“You’re not invited!” Elyse broke it to him.

Coups pouted his lips. “Why you have do me like that?”

“It’s a girls type of night!” Elyse rolled her eyes.

He nodded. “Where are y’all going?”

Naomi sighed. “If you must know, to that new bar in Hongdae.”

“I hope y’all have fun.” Wonwoo stated with a smile and headed to their company vehicle for their next schedule.

“But not too much fun!” Coups demanded.

Naomi stared at him. “Last time I checked you’re Seventeen’s leader, not ours sir. Go away.”

He chuckled and walked off.

Vernon smiled. “Is Natalie going?”

“If she wants. You know how that goes.” Naomi answered.

Vernon nodded. “She needs a girls night. School has been stressing her out. I’ll make sure she goes.”

-stay tuned.