#''and that's how a crown of candy begin'' remember this I'm always right

[trans-leek-cookie]

burrows end is the spiritual sequel to a crown of candy

Evidence:

Party is primarily family

Barbarian Parent

Twins who include a rogue

The rogue twin's first spell is Fog Cloud

There is a moment where the younger twin (played by Siobhan) almost Dies

The first to actually die is the oldest party member, who's body cannot be retrieved

The pope is there

[sicklyseraphnsuch]

Episode 7 (Chapter 2 Outline)

We open with Fionna, Cake, and Simon in the dead world. After the insanity that was the Vampire world, the group finds themselves in world left completely quiet and still. They get a chance to breathe.

Cake is still mad at Fionna, so she leaves. Simon tries to cheer Fionna up and Fionna asks about Betty as in canon. Unlike canon, Simon makes a complicated face as he begins recounting their story. Winter King's parting words echo in his head.

As in canon, Fionna makes the same comments but here, Simon actually takes the time to consider it. Cake returns like in canon.

They follow her to find BMO. They go to the Candy Kingdom. Cake yells at Fionna. She starts crying. Simon finishes his story. Again, unlike canon, when Fionna asks about getting on the bus with Betty, Simon goes quiet. BMO starts clapping and moves to repair the remote.

But in a move to foreshadow things to come, before BMO can proceed, Simon stops BMO from risking his life. Simon says that it will be a last resort. And now it's clear that Simon is upset. He argues with BMO, trying to take away the remote but BMO holds on, saying: "Let me do this for you!"

"No! You've done enough! I'm not gonna stand aside and let you sacrifice yourself, Betty!"

Ringing silence.

"I mean... I mean, BMO. I meant to say BMO."

Everyone stares at him. Simon catches his breath. He turns to Fionna. "I don't know why..."

Fionna shrugs. "Hey, B names, amiright?"

Simon shakes his head. "I don't know why I didn't go on that trip. I..." He walks away. "It was my fault. If I had just..."

"Simon, you're not making any sense," Cake adds. "Do you wanna maybe speak in full sentences?"

"It was my idea that brought us to the Crown. She wanted to go somewhere else, but I insisted."

"That's not fair! There's no way for you to have known about the curse!"

"Yes... But it was my decision in the end..."

"What, was your girl chopped liver?" Cake rolls her eyes. "She wasn't like me, you know. She could talk like a human from the beginning. She shoulda said something if she really wanted to go somewhere."

"But does she need to? I just... I never noticed before and Fionna brought up a good point. She always dropped everything for me. Even if I never asked her to, I should have noticed that. Why didn't I see? How could I have been so blind?"

BMO pats him gently. "You are being too hard on yourself. You are wearing glasses. Of course, you can't see very well. You needed help!"

Simon chuckles, patting the robot back. "Thanks, BMO. But we're not using your heart to fix the remote. It's too risky." He turns to the rest of the group. "There must be something we can put together. I know Princess Bubblegum had her secret stashed of tech."

"I know!" BMO claps. "My friend Jerry is super old. He might know something that we don't!"

"Okay, that sounds like a lead. Take us to your friend, BMO."

Meeting Jerry happens like canon. But the one key difference is that there's less stress because BMO is around. We also don't hear Betty's song. We just jumpcut to entering the Lich's lair. And when Jerry the Lich goes catatonic again, Simon reveals that they won't last very long in this world. So Fionna pulls out the Crown.

The ensuing argument happens like in canon. But when Simon comforts Fionna, she argues with him.

"No, it's not alright! If you're not okay, then we're not okay! That's how this works!"

"You won't even remember me!"

"That just makes it worse!"

"Just let me do the right thing for once!"

Fionna looks at Simon. "It wasn't you fault, Simon. Sometimes bad things just happen. Maybe if you had gone with Betty, bad things could still have happened."

"Bad things are happening right now!" Cake complains.

"Cake, are you really okay with this?" Fionna asks.

"If he wants to, then that's his choice!"

"So if I choose to walk off a bridge, you'd just let me?"

"We're not talking about that! And besides, I would just catch you!"

"It's okay, girl Finn," BMO speaks up. "I like the Ice King. He's really fun to play with. We can keep each other company!"

"BMO... What would I do without you, bud?" Simon pats the robot again.

"Weeeeell, now you don't have a choice anymore. You're stuck with me forever!"

"See! Simon will be fine! Being the Ice King won't be all bad!"

Fionna doesn't respond, just stares at Simon.

He nods at her. "I'll be okay, Fionna."

Fionna frowns then kneels down next to BMO. She whispers something in BMO's ear. BMO gets excited and claps happily.

"OK, I can do that. It will be like a game!"

Fionna smiles.

Cake sighs, turns to Simon. "You get me, right?"

Simon smiles. "I do. You don't need to be sorry, Cake. I'm not mad."

Cake looks away, but appears clearly unsettled. "If we had another choice... You know I'd pounce on it..."

Simon only replies with: "Take care of your sister."

Smash cut to the ritual all set up. BMO is on the Lich's knee, watching everything happen. Simon begins the ritual.

Everything happens in canon. Fionna and Cake leap through the portal. Scarab arrives. Simon is ready to put on the Crown. But his final memory is not Betty in the car, but Betty at the bus stop, sitting on the ground with him.

The song from Betty's walkman plays on the background as Betty leans in for a kiss.

Black out.

Simon's voice, "Betty, I'm sorry."

[tartagliaxx]

" TRUST ME, I KNOW THAT I LOVE YOU. "

━━ ☆ INCLUDES: albedo, diluc, venti

━━ ☆ SUMMARY: how would the boys react to their s/o not taking their confession seriously because beneath the kind, lighthearted smiles they were used to seeing was an angel who thought too little of themselves

━━ ☆ WARNINGS: lots of talk about insecurities

━━ ☆ OOGA BOOGA: reblogs are much appreciated!!

ALBEDO

would be very confused. he just can't comprehend it.

he knows humans could have insecurities...

but why would you?

in an effort to understand your feelings, he'll begin to ask questions.

why do you feel that way? did someone make you feel bad before? is it related to some sort of trauma?

when he notices that you're uncomfortable, he'll apologize softly before hesitating.

what's he supposed to do now? he'll ask you if you want some time alone and he'll respect whichever choice you make.

he might not know what to do but he has subconsciously decided that making you feel confident in yourself is the priority

it's only normal for him to advocate for the truth especially since he's an alchemist.

and the unadulterated truth is that he admires you greatly and he wouldn't admire you if you weren't worth anything.

"hey albedo," the man in question raises his head to give you a soft smile, "what are you up to?"

"i was waiting."

you blinked, watching curiously as albedo began packing up his things. you recognized the box of pastels that you gave him for his birthday and as if out of reflex, a giddy grin lifted your lips. you still remembered his exasperated sigh when you presented the wrapped box, having gone behind his back to purchase something even when he had insisted that you do not.

"waiting for what?"

"for you." albedo paused, giving you a quick glance before his attention went back to his satchel, "you pass by here every four in the afternoon, yes?"

"i... well, yes... i help sara do her inventory checks around this time. i'm surprised you noticed..."

if only you knew... lately, albedo found his attention wavering between his research and you. he had encountered an unfamiliar flower on its lonesome by chance just a few hours ago and instead of considering some sort of strange experiment, he wondered about how pretty it'll look in your gentle hands. perhaps it would've benefited him better if he had sat down to sketch each petal as close to realism as he could but instead, his hands moved as if on autopilot to sketch the familiar dips and curves of your visage. he thought you'd look pretty — prettier — if he could give you a crown's worth of this unnamed flower and so, he took a blade and dragged it close to the branch. he'll propagate it for you and give you one when the time comes that it blooms.

albedo blinked, before chuckling as he noticed you awaiting a reply from him, "it's hard not to notice the things you do."

"oh uh..." you didn't know what to make of his comment but a heat, no longer unfamiliar because albedo has always been charming with his words, came anyway, "right! you said you were waiting for me! can i help you with anything?"

"not quite... i was in the library and i found a book that reminded me of you. i thought you'd like it."

"a book?" you carefully took the book — old and fragile — from his hands. the title was blurred with time and so was the author's name but in between the yellowed pages was a freshly pressed flower. you didn't know what its name was but it was beautiful; the softest blush similar to cotton candy clouds in the afternoon that slowly dipped into a wine-red near its yellow core. it looks — feels — like gentle affection and you didn't know how such a small sight could make your mind reel as such. still, what caught your attention was not the bookmark. rather, it was the curved ink imprinted on the pages that did.

"i'm in love with you," he whispered the lines you were just reading and when you reluctantly met his teal eyes, you were also met with the most tender look you have ever seen in your life. "and i know that love is just a shout into the void, and that oblivion is inevitable, and that we’re all doomed and that there will come a day when all our labor has been returned to dust, and i know the sun will swallow the only earth we’ll ever have, and i am in love with you."

subconsciously, your lips part, and your words get caught in your throat. you loved him — how couldn't you? albedo was the man of your dreams except your mind wasn't brilliant enough to conjure such a masterpiece. even now, as he stands before the dripping hues of vibrant tangerines and yellows, albedo sets upon you a distance that you wouldn't even think of crossing. how evil must you be to do so, tainting what you believe to be an angel who had descended the heavens with your bitter misery?

"no, you aren’t."

a small noise of surprise came out of his lips, a feat on its own if you actually had it in you to care about that at this moment. albedo had anticipated a lot of scenarios, most of them a flurry of yeses and noes but never an 'i don't believe you.' he simply couldn't understand how you could think so little of yourself — so undeserving of love, especially the clumsy kind; the only kind he could offer. you're you and for him and the rest of the world, that was enough reason for you to be the receiver of their devotion.

"forgive me for asking but... why do you feel that way? had something occurred before?"

"no... i... can we... not?"

albedo once again murmured his apologies before hesitantly reaching up to you, when you didn't pull back, albedo gingerly wiped the tears that began pouring down somewhere in between the exchange. "i will not insist on pushing this further than what you are comfortable with but..."

you found yourself missing his warmth when he pulled back but before you could think about it longer than you're supposed to, albedo was reaching for your hands and laying yet another book. this one, you recognize. it's one of his sketchbooks and you've always wondered what he drew on it. it's special because he never once left without it and albedo donned the coldest glare when a bunch of hilichurls decided to take it away from his grasp.

"i would never lie to you and i wouldn't dare lie about what i see either." he motioned for you to open it so you did and what greeted you was a mosaic of all the little moments that you shared with him — little moments that you may have thought nothing of but to him, they were the most magical moments in life and that was saying something when he all but swore his loyalty to science.

you sniffled, unwilling to meet his eyes. "i don't deserve you."

"you're right," he agreed as he run a thumb over your knuckles, "you deserve so much more but i will try my best to be worthy of your love if you give me the chance to."

DILUC

would be heartbroken and angry. what made you think like this?

he's not a stranger to insecurities. sometimes, he looks at his past and his scars and he's falling into an endless hole of self-deprecation.

but you? you're literally an angel from above... what is there to be insecure about?

he thinks it's absurd that you think otherwise and will tell you that he thinks you're wrong and that if there's anyone worth loving, it's you.

would most likely mention something about him not deserving you because you're way out of his league which would frustrate you because 'no??? diluc have you seen yourself?'

thus starts a mini-argument filled with '???' and 'no, you??'

eventually, he'll back off because he'll notice how uncomfortable you're getting but this is not the end of the conversation.

give him a week. he'll find out what he can and convince you to see yourself the same way he sees you.

also, barbatos forgive him but if it's someone's fault, they may need to arrange for a gurney. /hj

it was rare for diluc to invite you to one of his nightly escapades. granted, he asked you to come later than he would so he was sure that all threats have been done and dealt with but it was the thought that counts. it was out of character for him to do so and you were scared that something had happened to him. gods, if anything were to happen to him... you clenched your eyes tightly. it was not a thought that you wanted to entertain longer than that.

"diluc!" you saw him jump up in shock from his seat — a half-chopped up willow tree that stood by the border of the city and the woods.

he whispered your name in reply. if you didn't know him any better, you would say that he was nervous. before you could question him about it, he had cleared his throat, making space for you in his seat that was bigger than you thought it to be from afar.

"you're not hurt are you? did you get into a fight? ah! maybe you haven't been taking your breaks? i told you—"

"i'm fine," he let out a small chuckle as he found the tension in his shoulders easing, "what is this about?"

"nothing just... i thought something bad happened to you. it's out of character for you to invite me out so late."

"did i wake you?" he was silent but you knew him well enough by now to recognize the trace of regret and concern.

"no... i sleep later than this," you quickly raised your hands when you saw him opening his mouth, surely about to fall into his nagging tangents, "just these past few days! i got a rare break so i decided to savor it."

diluc sighed, deciding to drop the topic when he noticed your tight smile. "still, i apologize for calling you out so late. i was... too deep inside my thoughts that i made such a big oversight."

"it's fine..." you reached out to hold his hand — the one rested on his knee — in reassurance, "are you sure you're feeling okay, though? you feel warm. feeling feverish, perhaps?"

"a-ah... no, i'm fine. might've overworked myself a little."

you didn't believe that one bit but you had enough mercy in yourself to let the topic go. as amusing as a flustered master diluc was, it also didn't feel like the right moment to tease him out of his wits.

"i won't pester you about this anymore but make sure you get some rest, alright? i think the darknight hero deserves that much after all his heroic acts."

"please..." he groaned at the sight of your teasing grin. though it was dark outside, the moon was bright enough to grace your skin with a soft, silver glow. may it be his love-induced daze or just your natural beauty heightened by the serenity of the night, diluc — with all his heart and soul — truly believed you to be the most beautiful person he has ever laid his eyes on.

"alright, that's enough teasing from me. why'd you call me out here?"

"i..." he swallowed, his nerves finding their way back to him, "i wanted to say something before the wine loses its hold."

"wait... you drank?!"

"kaeya slipped some of his drink in mine earlier at the tavern." he corrected, "i only drank a gulp but..."

"you're a lightweight." you finished for him, enjoying the twinge of blush that coated his pale cheeks. again.

he was an amusing man though not many knew that. he hardly allows anyone to come close enough to know that deep inside the stuffy coats and deep, creasing frowns was a young man who had to grow up early. diluc was a young man who, despite his experience, remained to be still and unmoving against the challenges thrown his way. he was admirable and you were lucky to be one of the select few who could say that they truly know him. you knew that diluc liked using the rook to seal a 'checkmate.' you knew that the fresh, handpicked strawberries came from him even when it was always signed with no name. you knew diluc and you knew his heart well enough to know that it deserves some rest. away from the turmoils of the world, away from mondstadt's enemies and just... safe and sound in the hands of someone who'll nurture it. someone worthy — someone greater than you are.

"i love you."

you paused in your tracks because yes, you knew diluc well enough to know that what would come out of his lips was a confession. he wears his heart on his sleeves and his small expressions didn't leave anything for the imagination. what you didn't expect was the fact that the confession — his confession — would be directed to you.

"you're... kidding, right?"

the logical part of you knew that diluc would never joke about these kinds of topics but how else would you explain his interest? he's... diluc ragnvindr. the most desired bachelor of mondstadt. the smartest, most influential man you knew and the most kind-hearted, selfless person you'll ever meet.

"i'm not—"

"t-there's no way you'd like me. i mean— what's there to like? i mess up a lot and i'm clumsy. i'm not particularly talented and i stumble over my words. i— you could do so much better, diluc, so yes, i think you're joking and it's really not funny."

"how..." you gasped when diluc abruptly took your hands in his, meeting your eyes hurriedly and good barbatos — if he wanted to rip your heart out, he should do it softer because the way diluc looked at you right now leaked of so much hurt and anger; like you had personally gripped the knife the sunk into his flesh repeatedly until he was all but a mess who after all this time, still didn't understand what had transpired. diluc — he looked so much like the diluc of that day that the pain caused your arteries to clench until you're wheezing, head devoid of all thoughts but diluc's firm grip that remained to be tender all this time. you really... really didn't deserve the man who would burn for you — with you — in your wild, fiery thoughts.

diluc swallowed, his own heart torn as he eyed the way tears dropped from your eyes. eyes that he only knew to be kind and soft until today. until he learned the weight that dragged it down to the shadows from behind the scenes. "how... how could you think like that?"

it was a rhetorical question because before you could reply he was speaking again. "you're the best person i've ever known. you believed in me when everyone doubted my words and you waited for me even when i was no longer the man you knew. you welcomed me with nothing but a kind smile when i returned and i— the things i've done... i failed your trust and i don't deserve you, not the other way around—"

"no, diluc! you're special. you're worth so much more than you give yourself credit for! you'll never fail me, not even if you tried."

he smiled — it wavered but he smiled, "then you must know how i feel. you're all i ask for and more. please trust me when i say this."

VENTI

would be serious for once.

he knows about your insecurities. he hears about it and even if he wants to give you privacy, he just can't stop tuning into the sound of the wind to make sure you're okay and not too deep into it that you don't see anything else.

still, when he hears it from your mouth... it hurts.

he thinks so highly of you and he's even willing to take the risk of being with you...

knowing that you're suffering under your skin? he just can't stand it. how can you think of yourself as anything but perfect?

in his mind, you're the reason why he's not wasting away in some bar. you're his source of inspiration and the one who makes him a romantic who gets excited at the first light of the day because it means he'll get to hang out with you again.

he'll probably tell you that he thinks you're wrong and that he'll prove it one way or another.

but at the same time, he'll acknowledge that it's hard to love yourself sometimes. even he shares the same troubles.

if you tell him that he doesn't need to do anything for you,

he'll shake his head and give you a bittersweet smile. in his mind, it's the least he could do.

"windblume! there you are!"

"ah! venti! wait— no!"

against your warning, venti excitedly jumped over to you. time seemed to speed up as in your panic — you could only recognize the blur that has become of his cape and the sudden darkness as you squeezed your eyes shut, bracing for the pain that was about to be felt in your bum. the harsh landing, however, never came as a sudden gush of wind lifted you just enough to soften your landing to a quiet 'oomph.'

"ehe~ did i scare you?"

you pouted, hitting his thigh lightly since that's all you could reach when he was sitting comfortably in your lap, arms wrapped around your own when he pulled you into a sudden hug, "yes. never do that again."

"aww! come on! you know i'd never hurt you!"

"yeah sure..." you pat his back thrice when he loosed his grip — but not quite letting go yet — in a small signal to let go.

"i'm serious."

you blinked in surprise, eyes meeting venti's when he used a serious tone for once. it's deeper and it might've been the day's mirage but you felt it resonate in some deep part of you and oddly, it was comforting. wishful thinking it might be but by the way venti looked at you, you felt certain that you could fall into the void of your mind and he'll still be there to soften your landing. just like now.

"venti, you..."

with a blink, venti was back and so was the childish spark in his eyes. "did that make your heart flutter? c'mon! have you fallen for me yet?"

you bit back the words you were about to say. they were unreciprocated anyway. venti was a god. of course, he'd have higher standards. sighing, you shook your head in faux exasperation though, to be honest, you weren't fooling anyone. venti's shoulders dropped as he recognized the faint trace of disappointment in your demeanor.

"why would you say something like that?"

"because!" he squeezed his arms and you were reminded once more of your compromising position. not that it was rare to stumble upon you two like this. "i was really hoping that one day, you'll tell me a confident 'yes'."

"well... stop it. it's cruel to play with someone's heart you know..." you laughed nervously, playing it off as some sort of joke but venti knew better. of course, he knew better. he knew you better than anyone else in this world.

"i'm not playing any games, y'know... i tell you every day but i love you and i mean it with utmost sincerity — as much as a bard who only sings for his muse can give."

"i... i love you too. that's what friends are for, right?"

venti paused, eyes glossing over with something melancholic. if there was a way for him to lend you his eyes so you could see the beauty he sees when he looks at you; if he could lend you his ears so you could hear the way his heartbeat quickens when he hears you laugh... he'd do so in a heartbeat but he couldn't and he also knew that he couldn't force you to believe in his words no matter how truthful they may be.

"you don't believe me."

you flinched at the flatness of his tone. with venti, there's always something that sets his voice an octave or two higher than it actually is but now... you knew that he didn't mean to come off as cold or detached but venti genuinely sounded like he was at a loss of what to do. you couldn't blame him. you had made the situation harder for the two of you. before you could mumble an apology, venti beat you to it — a spark coming back into his eyes as he switched his hold from your waist to your hands.

"are you free tonight? please tell me you are! you're a good person, right? you won't let me down, right? right?"

"i— yes? yeah, i think i'm free!"

"wonderful! drop by master diluc's tavern at around... eight-ish? don't be late, my lovely cecilia! i have a surprise for you!"

"a surprise? what do you— hey! venti! where are you going?!"

"to make the surprise!"

before you could utter another complaint, he was gone, leaving only a cecilia on your hands as that was how you bid your farewells with each other; a tiny tradition that came to him first when he found you wallowing in your insecurities — a cecilia, pure and pristine, gentle and yet resilient for it only grows where the wind blows harsh. a perfect flower for the perfect you.

"you were the one who invited me over to windrise and yet you're the one who leaves," you whisper it to the wind, knowing that where ever it blows, it would carry your words and venti... venti never strays too far from where it does.

the night couldn't come faster and when eight arrived, you were nursing your own cup by the corner of the place. it was bustling more than usual and you couldn't help but notice the absence of jose who was usually the tavern's go-to bard. there was never a drunken night in mondstadt without some good music to feel dizzy to.

"ehem! good evening, fellow drunkards! it is i, your favorite traveling bard, who would be accompanying you all tonight!"

you laughed to yourself as cheers began pouring out of everyone's lips. of course, they'd celebrate venti's presence.

"ah but tonight is a little bit different," you heard the sound of steps and you figured venti was climbing up the makeshift stage in the tavern, "there is something i'd like to say to someone but try as i might, my words and my sincerity never seem to reach them. tonight, i thought i'd try my luck singing it to them instead."

a few hushed whispers circulated the air and your heart rate sped up when you recognized your name pouring out of one of the drunk's lips, "so behold! my composition number... uh... whatever!"

you didn't recognize the melody he was strumming but it was beautiful no less. it feels warm, just like his embrace and comforting like all the times he told you jokes so you'd laugh that unflattering one of yours. venti always argued that it was everything but unflattering and that he thought the sound of your pure joy was enough to make a god weep. that day, he had made a show of sobbing into his coat, asking to stay over your house as you wash his coat.

"what a beautiful thing is a sunny day! the air is serene after a storm. the air is so fresh that it already feels like a celebration. what a beautiful thing is a sunny day!"

at that moment, your eyes caught his and you found that tonight, speechless gained another meaning. it was no longer just being unable to find the words you wanted to say. it was also knowing exactly the words you want to say in your heart but your mind could no longer process it, hoping instead that the eyes convey the feelings untold.

"but another sun, even more beauteous, oh my sweetheart, my own sun, shines from your face!"

the crowd was not silent but it was for you. for you, everything was clear. it was just venti and his voice guiding you from the dark and back into his arms. he's always watched over you but today, he decided that he no longer wanted to be someone who supports you from the shadows. he also wants to be someone who'll hold your hand through it all if you'll let him.

"o sole, o sole mio... sta 'nfronte a te..."

━━ ☆ NOTES: i love this idea sm oh my god. it's very rare that i get to write about something that i can personally relate to so thank you for that. i don't... hate how i wrote it but i feel like i could've done better... sorry for the wait and i hope you liked it <33

[awake-not-today]

MASTERPOST OF AO3 FICS (Links in titles. Will update regularly.)

NAMJIN:

The (almost) priest and the (kind of) beast // NSFW content

Kim Namjoon has planned to become a priest since childhood. It's all he's ever wanted, believing whole heartedly that it was his calling.

That is until Kim Seokjin came walking into his life and changed everything.

Save Me // Implied NSFW

Seokjin loves Namjoon, with his entire heart and soul.

That's why, when the cycle begins again, he can't let Namjoon love him back.

Accidents Will Happen // Contains NSFW content

Kim Seokjin is the head of the Kim mob, the most powerful man in the city.

Kim Namjoon is the man killing off his men, an assassin of sorts.

Except not really, he's just a poor clumsy boy and people keep dying.

Or

Seokjin has a thing for dumb boys, and Namjoon fits the bill.

Pumpkin Pie // Contains NSFW content

It's Halloween night, and Namjoon is alone in his apartment. His friends are out partying and the candy has run out.

He remembers the cook book his friend Jimin has and decides to use it to make himself a pumpkin pie.

Things don't go according to plan and Namjoon ends up eating something else entirely.

Come Be My Teacher // Contains NSFW content

Namjoon has been out and proud for as long as he can remember and has had no trouble finding a body to warm his bed, boys and girls alike.

Except he's never gone all the way with a boy, doesn't know how.

So he decides to ask his Hyung to talk him through it, but gets a little more than he bargained for.

Follow Me // Contains NSFW content

Seokjin is married far too young and is trapped in a loveless marriage with a man who only views him as a trophy.

Namjoon is the first person to treat him like something more. Seokjin falls for him, but he's scared.

But Namjoon isn't afraid, and he wants to give Seokjin the love he truly deserves.

Blue // contains NSFW content

Namjoon accidentally takes a four hour boner pill and Seokjin sees that as a challenge.

The devil came down to Seoul (and down Namjoon's throat) // future NSFW content

Namjoon knew he shouldn't have trusted his friends not to kill his plants, but unfortunately he did and now his precious bonsai was dead.

So he did the only thing he could do.

Sold his soul to bring it back (obviously)

good boys go to heaven (bad boys go everywhere) //

Namjoon worked too long and too hard to become the king of seoul's underworld, and he was not about to lose his crown because of some dirty cop.

He needed a bargaining chip...leverage. Enter Kim Seokjin, son of the police commissioner and so much more.

jinx removing // heavy angst

It's her, sitting down prettily in her seat across from their friends, while Seokjin is standing across the restaurant alone watching his husband wine and dine his assistant instead.

Seokjin hates her, but right now he hates Namjoon too.

SOPE:

SWEATS // Contains NSFW content

It had all started a few months ago when Namjoon, fucking Kim Namjoon, had been bragging about how comfortable he was in his new sweats. He'd had the members jealous of his comfort, and so he'd given everyone a link to buy their own.

The whole thing was his fault.

Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow? // Contains NSFW content

"Don't-Don't understand. Speak plainly, Seok-ah.."

Hoseok pulls his hand away, just to get up on his knees between Yoongi's spread legs so they're eye level. He looks into Yoongi's eyes, stare hard and determined.

"I love you, hyung, but I'm also in love with you. I want you to be mine, Yoongi. Only mine."

He’s Sweet As Battery (Man, I Got Nothing) // Contains NSFW content

When Yoongi can't get a beat down right he tends to spiral, holing himself up in his studio for days on end until he breaks the cycle or breaks down.

Hoseok is the only one who can save him from himself, and he's always there to save him.

Let Me Love You // Vague mentions of NSFW

Hoseok is always there to pick up the pieces when Yoongi gets his heart broken. He's always there because he's Yoongi's best friend.

But he loves Yoongi more than that, and he knows that Yoongi feels the same as he does.

So why won't Yoongi just let Hoseok love him?

Hoseok snaps and walks out the door, and Yoongi is forced to face his feelings or risk losing Hoseok forever.

Chlorine // Contains NSFW content

Hoseok wants to swim, Yoongi wants to sleep.

Hoseok always gets what he wants, and Yoongi could never deny him anything.

Who's the king? Who's the boss? // Pure NSFW content

This game they play is never one Hoseok can win, because Yoongi knows exactly how to play it.

hold me up (in the palm of your hand) // eventual NSFW

Family law had left Yoongi jaded. He was tired of the same cases, divorces and custody battles where the kids came last.

But then he meets Hoseok, a single parent who needs his help, and suddenly he has something worth fighting for.

NAMKOOK:

TOUCH // Will contain NSFW content. Check tags for warnings.

Detective Kim Namjoon is investigating the case of a child disappearance, when the child’s body is found, Namjoon finds himself trailing a murderer. During his investigation he remembers a run in he’d had with a graffiti artist one night, and the artwork he’d done depicting the scene in which the child’s body was found.

The graffiti which had been painted a month before the discovery of the child’s body.

Jeon Jungkook is a small time graffiti artist with a secret, the power to see the memories of any living thing he touches. He hides himself away from the world, ashamed of who he is, that is until he’s thrown head first into a murder investigation and becomes the prime suspect.

Can Detective Namjoon find the real killer before he strikes again?

YOONMIN:

A Collection Of Yoonmin Oneshots // Contains NSFW content

Just a collection of oneshots written by request from tumblr followers.

MINIMONI/MINJOON:

you pulled the wool over me (I can see everything) // contains NSFW content

And for the briefest of moments it felt right , felt like Jimin had found the place he was always supposed to be again.

But then Namjoon's phone rang loudly from across the room and suddenly Jimin was crashing back to reality in the worst way possible.

Because he was Namjoon's. Namjoon owned his heart and his soul and his body. But Namjoon? Namjoon belonged to someone else.

[nicka-nell]

Hi hey! Can I have a Haikyuu matchup?

Female, she/her

I have black hair and eyes, lots of beauty marks (like scattered across my body, I have at least one on each body part), I can't remember but I think I'm a ISFJ or a ISFP, Sun: Aquarius, Moon: Sagittarius, Rising: Leo.

My likes are any kind of storms, rain, snow, thunder, etc, late night drives, music, and vanilla.

I don't know about dislikes but I don't like dropping/spilling food - since food is precious, people being in my space, people dirtying my stuff, when stuff doesn’t get done on time, people not doing what I ask, being hurt or embarrassed,

No-go for a partner? Manipulative, cheater, dishonest, someone who's not willing to put their weight into something, people like atsumu or oikawa. That's all I can think of. (I don't mind Atsumu or Oikawa, it's just that they scare me)

A Male matchup

A late night car ride to some random destination, just the two of us we can make it if we try just the two of us. Or anything really.

Also NSFW if you want! :)

Thank you!

Hi :)) here is your match-up for one of the Haikyuu boys. (I hope you like it ♥)

First, I had thought about Sugawara but when I read your message the second time and the third time; I had such strong vibes for this character:

Note: NSFW, 18+

Tendou Satori

At first glance, he may seem like a crazy guy, but behind this lively appearance hides a loving man who would even bring you the stars from the sky. 

He loves nothing more than sitting next to you on the couch in the evening, snuggled in a warm blanket, you with your favorite drink and he with a hot chocolate with marshmallows. He has the feeling that time stops when the rain streams against your window and he gets lost in the deep of your dark, beautiful eyes. Sometimes he forgets that he’s staring at you a little too long, but then apologizes directly when you tell him not to look at you like that.

When it rains in the morning and you both wake up, you can expect Tendou to snuggle up to you from behind, kiss your beauty marks on your neck and shoulders and prevent you from getting up.

Now and then Tendou is at work longer, then you can always assume that he is trying a new candy. He quickly noticed that you liked the chocolate with vanilla the most, so he always tries new vanilla creations on special occasions. And for Tendou, every day is special, because every day he wakes up with you, he realizes how lucky he actually is. And he’ll do anything to make you as happy as you make him happy.

He’s not a great eater, so just making a big serving for one person is enough for both of you. In the beginning you always cooked too much, and then you get annoyed about how much food was left. But Tendou promised you every time that he would eat the portion the next day and that you should only cook one portion for the day for yourself.

As you had to learn to cook less, Tendou had to learn that sometimes you need your own space. It took a while but by now he can tell by your voice whether or not you need your rest. If you need it, Tendou often sits in the kitchen at your dining table, reading a new release of Shounen Jump magazine or prepare one of your favorite sweets, which he then takes to your room, quietly placed on the table and gives you a gentle kiss on the crown of the head, before leaving the room with a happy smile.

Tendou and you were just on your way to Semi’s concert. The music is loud in your car as you both sing to Semi’s song and get in the mood. You have fun and do not let the storm that rages outside stop you. Just the short way past the forest, then into the city, and find a parking space at the bar where Semi’s band performs.

But you only hear your bubbling now, while Tendou’s voice is silent. Asking, you look at him as you follow his gaze and see the two yellow-clad men holding a red warning signal in the air. Tendou stops the car as one of the two men approaches him and signals him to slide the window down a bit.

 “Over there, some trees have fallen from the storm. The forest workers are already clearing the way, but this will take a while. You should turn, there’s a rest stop over there. If you have to go up here, you can wait there and have some boiling food. The road should be clear soon.”

Nodding, Tendou thanks the man as he turns to you and looks into your sulking face. “Isn’t there another way we can go? I don’t want to be late.” 

“There is one way, but it is much longer. It would be better to go to this rest stop and wait there for a while until the people here are finished. The rest stop was only five minutes away from here.” 

Sighing, you look out the window and mumble only a quiet “okay” and hope that the men will quickly finish the clearing work. 

While your mood is no longer at its peak, Tendou still hums along with all the songs until you stop in the dark parking lot at the rest stop. There is no car to be seen far and wide, even in the rest area there is only one employee to be seen, but he looks as if he has fallen asleep behind the counter.

Again you sigh as Tendou’s fingers land on your lap. “Hey, lollipop, don’t sulk. We’ll make it to the concert in time. The concert doesn’t start for two hours. I wanted to be there earlier because I wanted to talk to Semi, but I can do that after the concert, right?” He smiles happily and now you remember.

He had already mentioned it last week, but you had forgotten it out of sheer anticipation of the concert. Tendou sees your face slowly relaxing as he clamps off and climbs over the circuit, placing itself in a rather uncomfortable-looking position above you, making your eyes grow big.

“Satori, what are you doing?” 

“I don’t think you can get rid of a tree like that in two minutes, do you? Besides, you’re not in the mood like you were before? We should change that, don’t you think?” He grins and uses the lever on your seat to fold your backrest completely backwards.

“Satori!” You scream in terror, as now he pushed your seat back a bit and Tendou kneels in the footwell in front of you. “What on earth are you doing? What if someone sees us?”

“And who? That sleeping guy at the roadhouse? Or the birds in the woods? Relax, lollipop, I just want you to smile again.” He giggles as his long fingers touch your bare skin on your thigh and sneak under your skirt.

“Sa- tori…” You whisper quietly as warmth flows through your body and Tendou’s soft lips kiss your inner thigh. “You’re so warm, lollipop.” His breath kisses your skin while his fingers are already at your panties and play with the edges.

Instinctively, you lift your pelvis so he can pull your panties down as Tendou laughs on your skin. “So needy are you already what?”

“Don’t tease me, Satori!” You cry and want to put your hands on his, just as he pulls your panties down to your knees and his kisses move more and more to your warmest spot. Your complete body is feverish. You can feel your core tingling even before Tendou gets there.

“You’re ready?”

“Yes, yes Satori.” You answer him promptly and bury your hand in his hair, press his head slightly down to tell him to start.

You can sense his wet tongue glide over your walls, as he moves his tongue with pressure on your clit, sucks it lightly and elicits your sugar-sweet tones. “Hah Satori!” You groan as you slide further away from your seat, towards him, and push him deeper to you.

Again he chuckles, only making you moan with this little vibration in his voice, before one of his hands moves up from your knee, along your damp folds to your already dripping entrance as he pushes two of his long fingers into you. “I love the sound of my fingers moving in your wet pussy, mmh.” Tendou murmurs, who now sucks more strongly at your bud, bends his fingers in you and hits the spongy spot in you every time.

 “Fuck Satori I’m close!” You groan, your hands claw harder into his hair. You feel the knot in you getting tighter, and you know you are coming to your climax every second. Tendou feels how your walls slowly pinch his fingers, feeling your legs slowly start shaking.

“Yeah babe, I know. Be good and come for me, show me how good you taste.” You hear him below you and cannot help but moan loudly his name before you reach your orgasm and spread your juice on Tendou’s tongue and fingers.

Pleasantly he licks your entrance clean, his fingers, before he puts on your panties again and looks at your excited face.

“This was… so… good Sa- tori.” You stutter out of breath before you feel his warmth on your neck. “I’m glad you enjoyed it, lollipop. The rest is for the after-show party after the concert, all right?” His giggling is in your ear before he kisses your cheek and straightens your seat to sit on his own.

“I think the clearance work should be done by now. Don’t you think?” He smiles happily as he starts the car again.

“Yes, I think so.” 

You still sigh out of breath, and wouldn’t be sad if they do not finish these and you have to go back to the rest stop.