#G O D this was so fun to write. this au is so much fun sometimes <333

[starry-blue-echoes]

I found this old snippet 90% finished in my drafts so W O E, 2k words of Tonio being my favorite character and Mr.Giovanna slowly understanding that he is not in fact Giogio's father anymore <333

(also tw for implied/referenced child abuse since Giorno)

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Tonio noticed the second the man approached Giorno’s table.

His customers knew better than to do so. They knew the boy was under his personal protection and it was best to steer clear. A greeting hello when the boy arrived, a brief exchange of conversation, an offered treat or trinket was of course allowed, but approaching his booth while Tonio was not present?

That was not common.

In fact, by the time Tonio made it out of the kitchen and to the dining area, the man had gathered quite a bit of attention from the other customers if the glances being cast his way were anything to go by.

The man was practically looming over Giorno’s booth, all but boxing the boy into his seat and talking in a low voice so as to not be overheard. Tonio couldn’t even see Giorno from his spot.

Tonio did not like this.

He did not like this one bit.

So plastering on his best Customer Service Smile, he approached.

“Excuse me sir,” he spoke up, keeping his voice light and pleasant. “My apologies, but at this establishment you must wait to be seated.”

The man turned to face him, not moving away from the booth and instead attempting to slide a softer, kinder mask over his features.

Hm.

It was sloppy, Tonio couldn't help but note. Sure the facial expressions were… passable, he supposed, but his body language was all wrong. Maybe spending so much time amongst the real dangers in Italy had made him a bit of a snob, but honestly this was laughable.

“Ah, you misunderstand sir, I’m not here to eat, though I have heard good things about this restaurant.” the man waved him off with what was supposed to be a lighthearted chuckle that only succeeded in feeling patronizing. “I’m here to pick up my son.”

“Oh?” Tonio responded with a slit tilt of the head, and a cold, cold feeling slipped into his gut. “You’re this boy’s father then? I wouldn’t have guessed.”

“Step father, technically.” Mr.Giovanna explained, the veiled insult sailing clear over his head. “His mother already had him when I stepped into the picture, but I see and love him as my own.”

His smile got tighter when he saw Giorno, kind, smart, shy Giorno who loved frogs and ladybugs and the color pink and listening to Tonio talk about recipes, flinch.

“I see.” was all he offered.

Tonio knew so little. So, so little. Part of him knew it was purposeful. That he was giving himself plausible deniability. An empty comfort.

But he knew enough. He’d always known enough. More than enough really.

And now it was looking him dead in the eyes and spitting in his face, daring him to lie down and take it.

“Well, it’s getting late. We’d best be getting back to the house before your mother starts dinner. Come along, Giorno, you’ve taken up enough of this man’s time.” 

How long has he been standing idly by as he’d seen Giorno hurt? 

How many times has he knowingly allowed Giorno to return to that sorry excuse of a family? 

How many times has he merely nursed his injuries instead of doing anything to stop them from happening in the first place?

Well no longer.

“Actually, sir.” he interrupted. “I have some…. concerns I’d like to speak with you about.”

The man froze before slowly turning toward him.

There was a dangerous glint in his eyes and he not very subtly squared his shoulders to make himself look bigger.

“Oh?”

How funny. The man thought he was intimidating.

Tonio had done a bit of asking around about Giorno’s family when the boy hadn't been present. Nothing too nosey of course, just the standard gossip that was floating around which he generally got quite a lot of. 

And the results of his findings were quite fruitful.

Mr.Giovanna had a temper and was somewhat quick to anger, and he’d had a few dealings with the underworld, but that was as all. The man wasn't anyone important nor did he have any connections whatsoever.

He was just a simple, ordinary, powerless man.

A man who in the long run wouldn’t be able to do a thing to Tonio.

Tonio did not normally like taking advantage of his position, of the power he had at his fingertips. The near crippling fear of entrenching himself further and further into this world always had held him at bay, but in this moment he was more than willing to make an exception for this.

“Yes.” he made a slight show of stepping slightly closer to Mr.Giovanna and the booth seat, closer than was socially acceptable and a clear challenge to the man’s current proximity to Giorno. “And in all honesty, I’m not quite certain I feel comfortable allowing you to leave with this boy.”

“And for what reasons would that be?” Mr.Giovanna was openly glaring at him now, trying and failing to loom over a man who had a few centimeters on him.

“I notice things, Mr.Giovanna.” Tonio spoke, keeping his words clipped and flat lest his rage bubble over. “Giorno has been a patron in my restaurant for well over a year now, and I am not nearly as blind or stupid as you appear to think of me. I may be a chef, but I am also very familiar with the practices of medicine and the healing processes of the human body.”

Sometimes Tonio loathed this skill of his. Of seeing the way people moved and being able to pinpoint exactly what was wrong, of seeing the lethargy and careful movements and stiffness and knowing of the presence of bruises or cigarette burns or broken skin.

(In a bitterly comforting way, Giorno had always liked that part of him. Of their shared skill. He said it made him feel less alone and less strange)

Mr.Giovanna simply sneered at him. “And why exactly are you paying so much attention to little boys?”

His rage surged at the accusation, howling and throwing itself against the cage he’d locked it inside, only made worse by the man’s smugness as though he’d just won and Tonio would back down.

Oh how he longed for his butcher’s knives. They cut through skin and muscle like warm butter and would so easily make short work of the man before him.

“You know very well that is not what I’m talking about.” much to his dismay, his calm mask had begun to crack at the edges, his voice growing more tense and taught with every prolonged moment. This man was managing to slide through every crack of his carefully constructed walls in ways the most vile, loathsome mafioso couldn’t, and all with hardly more than a few words.

This needed to end soon. Before Tonio did something he would regret. For Giorno’s sake.

“I am not going to allow you to leave this establishment with this child unless you can offer me a reasonable explanation for why he comes here with bruises every single week, and that is final.” 

A lie of course, he wasn’t letting Giorno go anywhere with this pathetic excuse of a father, no matter what excuses he scrounged up.

“Well I don’t owe you shit.” he snapped back, forgoing excuses and even denial of the accusations completely. At the very least, it seemed Tonio was getting under Mr.Giovanna’s skin just as badly. “I am going to be taking my son and we are going to leave. Giorno, come here right n-” but as the man tried to move Tonio out of the way and make a grab for the boy, Tonio grabbed his arm in an ironclad grip.

The man froze, surprised either by the strength or by the audacity.

Tonio’s expression didn’t falter.

“I think it would be best for you to leave, sir.”

For a second all was calm.

And in the next, pure fury overtook the man’s face.

The punch was quick and powerful, and Tonio barely had a moment to realize what was happening before he had both hands on the booth table to support his weight with a blooming pain in his jaw. With one of his hands he hesitantly brought it up to test the area, but while it would undoubtedly bruise and was rather tender, nothing felt broken or severely damaged.

Tonio should have seen the punch coming, but alas, hindsight is 20/20. He partially expected a second blow…. but it never came.

In fact, Mr.Giovanna was being awfully quiet.

His grin which had temporarily been chased from his face found itself sliding back into place once more.

It seemed the man finally noticed. Now that their conversation had reached a small pausing point, it was likely that much more obvious, but Tonio still couldn’t help but internally chuckle at the man’s horrendous observation skills.

It was dead silent in the restaurant.

The clicking of silverware, the murmur of conversation, the footsteps of the waitstaff, all of it had vanished into thin air.

And as Tonio stood back up to his full height, one merely needed to glance around the room to see why.

Every single customer and staff member was staring at them.

And not one was happy.

Expressions ranged from murderous fury to offended disgust to cold disapproval. Weapons of all types were in hand: knives, firearms, utensils, even a few Stands had joined the fray.

Sometimes being neutral felt like a curse, but in this moment? In this moment Tonio had never felt freer.

Because everyone respected the rules inside Trattoria Trussardi.

And those who didn’t……

“You’ve broken the rules, Mr.Giovanna.” Tonio spoke, a grin still on his face. Only now he let the pleasantries fade away. Now, he let his grin stretch wide and manic, filled with teeth and not quite reaching his eyes.

To an outsider, it was downright predatory.

And Mr.Giovanna, finally realizing the lion’s den he had stumbled headfirst into, froze.

But Tonio did not care.

Not one bit.

He nudged the man to the side with the back of his hand, and didn’t even resist the urge to wipe it on his apron afterwards. He’d need to wash his hands later, wouldn’t want the food suffering from whatever filth that man possessed.

“Giorno,” he asked quietly, his body relaxing and growing soft at the bright, vibrant hope sparkling in the boy’s eyes. “Would you like to join me for dinner?”

Giorno’s eyes widened, growing glossy and shiny yet not a single tear spilt.

“I would.” he said in a hushed whisper, as though the words would break if he was too rough with them, and in Tonio’s heart the only regret he felt was that he hadn’t done this sooner.

He gently grabbed Giorno’s hand to tug him away from the booth seat with as much gentleness as he could, leading him toward the back door that led to the stairs up to his apartment. Giorno’s hand was so small, yet it clung to Tonio’s like a lifeline.

He would call Doppio later tonight to help with the paperwork, of course after Giorno had eaten and gone to sleep. He had more than enough spare funds for the shopping trip that would be required tomorrow, but it would also likely be best to ask if there was anything Giorno wanted from his now-ex-parents house. He’d likely have to rearrange some furniture upstairs, Giorno would need his own room obviously, maybe cash in a favor or two to help, and of course possibly transferring schools which meant even more paperwork-

But that was tomorrow. Tonight, he got to look forward to a nice, calm dinner that for the first time since inviting Doppio in wouldn’t be alone. 

And just as he nudged Giorno through the door…

“Marco.”

“Yeah Boss?”

Tonio liked Marco. A good head on his shoulders, a competent host and waiter, had potential for a manager position, always called in ahead of time if gang work interfered with his schedule, and on the rare occasion things got out of hand he was good at regaining order.

“I’m temporarily waiving the ‘no violence’ rule.” Tonio said. “Make sure nobody breaks anything important and if things get too noisy, see to it that it’s moved elsewhere.”

Marco’s eyes lit up with an emotion he didn’t dare to place, but his face remained stoic. “‘Course, Boss.”

Tonio looked back to the restaurant, his eyes soft and smile warm in a way that did not match the manic and horrifying implication of his words in the slightest.

“You have 30 minutes. Try to keep the mess to a minimum.”

The future looked bright and Tonio felt happy.

[hongcherry]

In Your Web || jjk (m)

"Jungkook’s nightly patrol should be focused on catching criminals. Instead, he’s too occupied with his girlfriend and his webs."

🕸 Pairing: spiderman!Jungkook x girlfriend!Reader(f)

🕸 Rating/Genres/AUs: M(18+); Heavy on the fluff, smut; spiderman au, college au, SBaFL au

🕸 Warnings: dom!jk, they love kissing each other 🤷, unprotective sex (be safe everyone!), oral(m), fingering, reader is restrained at one point, rough sex, cum swallowing, light cum play, dirty talk, cocky!jk, jk's cheesy but what's new?

🕸 Word Count: 10k (yassss!!!! *pats self on back*)

🕸 Credits: [betas] @hoebii Mel babe D: thank you for staying by my side. you're a reminder that good people still exist. i love u bby 🥺 n ty for the great ideas on describing jk in his suit n for yn's contact name heh; @jeonjcngkook Jords, thank you for all your help and thought you put into beta'ing! i learned new things from you! | [banner] @missgeniality SIYAAAAA!!!!! this banner is so fun to look at!!! you took my vision and make it a reality! ty for offering your talented services to me! it looks so G O O D

🕸 Storyline: This fic can be read as a standalone, but it does contain specific references to events from Seeing Double, Prepare for Trouble as well as Warning Signs. However, it doesn’t affect the overall plot... It does give a few spoilers though.

🕸 Author's Note: Happpppy birthday, Jungkook! May your day be filled with laughter and smiles and love and and and an—sklgjavf 💖 u a star

They're back!!!!! Thank you everyone for being patient as I finished my semester and found my motivation again. I've had this idea for a long time, so I'm glad it's finally being brought to life! This was meant to be a short fic, but I've really been wanting to write a long one lately... which has been a struggle D: So I'm very proud of myself for actually writing so much! Anyway, enjoy!

Please reblog and share your thoughts/comments with me as they make me happy hehe 😊 I reply!

SBaFL universe  | bts masterlist

The cold metal beneath your hands sent a shiver throughout your body. Despite the chilly material, you gripped it firmly as you ascended what you hoped was a sturdy ladder.

Maybe agreeing to meet on a rooftop at night wasn’t the wisest decision. The experience would’ve been better if the weather wasn’t so cold. Regardless, you didn’t want to back out now.

The day was uneventful. You had only attended your classes before finishing up some homework. Occasionally, you would sneak in some time to watch something on YouTube. Although that was entertaining, it was only temporary as you were brought back to reality when your eyes found your uncomplete homework.

College wasn’t as exciting as you had heard it was. You weren’t a part of any groups that frequented parties, so perhaps that was the reason... not that you needed to be in order to have fun. You were content with the group of friends you had. However, the issue was your friends were busy with their own academia too. You were rarely in the same room with all of them.

After thirty minutes of restless tossing and turning, you had sprung from your bed and rang Jungkook. You didn’t want to stare at your bedroom walls anymore. You hadn’t seen him much today either—had only seen him at lunch since he had his own classes to attend and was playing catch-up with his homework. You figured he was out doing his usual Spidey duties despite it being half past midnight. Judging by the windy feedback that came from the other end when he answered, your suspicion was confirmed.

As you neared the rooftop, you glanced up. A familiar figure stood at the top of the ladder with their hand stretched out. You grabbed it and held it tightly as you were pulled up effortlessly.

The roof was flat and belonged to a deserted commercial building. In spite of it being in the middle of construction, it was nearly finished so you weren’t too worried about it collapsing. The road beneath wasn’t any livelier—enough cars to offer the buzz of passing vehicles, but not so much to be the dominant sound in the area. From this height, they appeared to be toy cars children would play with. You could imagine kids with controllers guiding their cars through a makeshift track. Albeit a lot more organized.

The first thing you saw when your feet touched the ground were two white teardrop shapes. The familiarity brought a wave of comfort washing over you.

“I feel like I should be asking for your autograph,” you teased the hero before you.

Spider-Man chuckled, using your hand that was still grasped in his to bring you closer. He removed his mask with his other hand and shined a playful smile in your direction. His hair was tousled and unkempt due to being squashed beneath the mask. He looked cute.

“I’ll give you one,” Jungkook replied and carefully tucked his mask into the waistband of your jeans. Your arms wrapped around his waist, and you peered up at him with a faint grin.

“How much do you think I could make off of it?”

Jungkook cocked an eyebrow up, the corner of his lip twitching as he tried to suppress a smirk.

“You won’t be able to make anything off of it,” he answered and lowered his head.

“I beg to differ,” you snickered. “I saw people trying to sell pieces of your webs you leave behind for a hefty amount.”

“Gross,” he murmured before resting his forehead against yours.

“Mhm,” you hummed in agreement. Before you could change topics, Jungkook spoke again.

“What I meant was, you won’t be able to make anything off it because it won’t be tangible.”

Confused, you started to move back to look at him, but Jungkook kept you close.

“What do you-”

Without warning, Jungkook surprised you by pressing his lips upon yours. The kiss was gentle and had you relaxing in his arms. Even though being kissed by Jungkook was nothing new to you, his kisses always had your brain short-circuit.

Jungkook moved away too soon, but only to connect his lips to your neck. Your mouth fell open as your breathing intensified under his touch, his lips kissing just beneath your jaw. Despite the unexpected action, your body reacted quickly. You tangled a hand in his locks when he nipped at your cool skin. The breezes that tangled your hair caused goosebumps to rise across your arms and you cuddled closer to his body for warmth.

After a few more kisses, you felt his tongue glide across your neck. His movements were slow; he took his time to trace patterns on your skin while he gently massaged the sides of your body. 

The light motions of his hands combined with the languid glides of his tongue had you squirming. You bit your lower lip to suppress your giggles from the sensations.

Jungkook grinned against your skin at your reaction and dug his fingers into your waist to keep you from escaping his grasp. Instead of pulling away after a moment, he opted for kissing toward your ear. 

“That was a one-of-a-kind autograph. Only for you, baby,” he whispered, his breath tickling at your skin.

Your eyes opened suddenly when you realized he had spelled his name on your neck with his tongue. 

Jungkook withdrew from you and laughed at the startled expression settled on your face. His eyes lingered on the sheepish look since he found it amusing.

Though at his laugh, you hastily composed yourself again.

“T-thank you?” you said, unsure what to say, yet you were weak at the knees from his actions. It always felt good to be reminded you were his. 

Jungkook responded by pecking your cheek.

“’Course. How was your day?” he asked, hands still palming your sides absentmindedly.

“Dull,” you sighed. You reached up to tuck a strand of hair from his face that was blown by the wind. “Was yours good?”

Jungkook shrugged. “It wasn’t bad. The night’s kind of slow tonight, too.”

You stayed silent as your gaze danced across his face, admiring his soft features that were lit by the moonlight. His dark eyes bore into yours, lips tugged in a small smile. He tilted his head as he got lost in his own thoughts. Although he was looking at you, he wasn’t truly seeing you. The hand that had trailed up to his hair earlier slowly started to twist a few strands between your fingers. 

Your eyes began to trail downward. His red and blue suit stretched snuggly around his toned frame. As if hypnotized, the hand playing with his hair slid down to his chest, touching his firm muscles from over the fabric. It put you at ease from the known feeling.

His breathing became irregular when he felt your hands trace the intricate patterns of his suit. You were grateful you were able to feel the unique spandex material in comparison to the cheap counterfeits being sold.

When your hands traveled lower, he drew in a sharp breath. His kneading on your body stopped.

“Is this why you called to ask where I was?” His tone was playful though a little strained. He tried to keep his heart rate steady so as to not be affected by your wandering hands. “You knew I was on patrol.”

“I had a feeling,” you admitted softly, flickering your gaze up to meet his own but continuing your hand south.

“I’m supposed to be looking for bad guys,” Jungkook attempted to regain his sense of control. “You’ve already distracted me enough.”

“You said tonight was a slow one,” you said and stopped your hand from going past his pelvis.

“Y-yes, but I should still keep an eye out.”

You gave him a teasing smile and gradually pulled away from him, watching him closely as he released a deep breath with a faintest frown. His hands fell to his sides.

 “Are you sleepy?” Jungkook asked, changing the topic abruptly while his fingers tapped against the top of his thighs. You weren’t sure if he was anxious, excited, or nervous about something.

“No. Are you?” you replied suspiciously. His question was innocent, yet you had a feeling he asked for a reason.

Jungkook shook his head at the question then glanced around the rooftop. You followed his gaze and looked to the right to see a higher part of the building. The roof had two levels.

“Wait here for a second,” he instructed. With speed, he began to fire webs that connected from the wall to the rooftop’s floor.

You watched in puzzlement for a few seconds before you realized what he was doing.

It was odd to see your boyfriend spin his own web, yet it was fascinating nonetheless. He’s never done this in front of you. However, you figured by his deft hands, he had done this before. Watching him, you became grateful his webs didn’t shoot out of his ass. What if he farted and—?! Alright, brain. That’s enough. You weren’t sure if you really wanted to see that. Just the image made you giggle and cringe simultaneously. 

“Bet you could catch a lot of flies with that,” you mused, attention focused on him again instead of your questionable thoughts.

Jungkook glanced your way and paused, a knowing grin on his lips. “I’m planning to catch something else.”

“Yeah?” you wondered playfully.

Jungkook hummed as he finished what he was up to. The web wasn’t anything special in terms of design. It appeared to be like any other web, but larger—as if looking through a magnifying glass. You wondered if it would stick to your fingertips and collapse like the ones at home.

Jungkook walked down from the top, strangely balancing—or not so considering his powers—on the slanted material.

“Alright. Come here, baby,” he called for you. He stood near the edge of the web, hand stretched out as he waited for you to join him.

You shuffled your feet, uncertain if going on the web was the best choice. Sure, Jungkook was standing perfectly fine on it, but was it really robust enough to handle the both of you?

“Any slower and I’m going to pull you here,” he complained.

“My pace hasn’t stopped you before,” you huffed, all movements halted.

Jungkook laughed lightly and shook his hand in hopes it’d get you to come quicker, “Yeah, but I’m trying to be a gentleman this time.”

“I’m not sure I’m going to be as stable as you on that, Koo,” you said. Your steps were small and hesitant.

“Don’t worry. I got you,” he reassured.

You took a deep breath as you placed your hand in his. The first step was scary, and you held onto Jungkook’s hand with a deadly grip. The web dipped slightly at your weight but stayed taut for the most part. The strength of it surprised you. You knew Jungkook’s webs were not easy to break but relying on them for flooring and being tangled up with them were different.

“There you go,” Jungkook smiled as he led you to the center carefully. Similar to a real spider’s web, it was slightly sticky, and you had to tug your legs up a little harder than normal to walk. You wondered if you ran and jumped on the web if you would stick to it like a fly. Though, you had a gut feeling Jungkook had already tested that theory in the past.

Jungkook guided you to sit down, slinging an arm over your shoulder and resting his head against yours. The warmth from his body felt comforting in the chilly night and it reminded you how thankful you were to simply be able to snuggle against him. You wondered how long you could stay like this without interruptions.

“Is college what you expect it to be like?” Jungkook asked, voice soft and blending with the breezes.

“Sort of,” you shrugged. “Lots of studying and sorority parties I never attend.”

He chuckled, laying back against the web. One leg was bent and his arms outstretched. You followed his lead. Your head rested against his arm, and you pressed your side against his. You both stared up at the starless sky. It was a shame the city lights were concealing the twinkling stars.

“Except the one,” Jungkook argued teasingly, recalling that night’s events after the Halloween party.

A faint blush crept on your cheeks and Jungkook patted your head blithely.

“How’s Aunt May?” You tried to change the subject.

Jungkook let it slide and answered, “She had her first baking class last weekend. She said she really liked it and plans to make me her taste-tester.”

“Well, aren’t you lucky,” you replied and glanced at him. His face scrunched up briefly. “Why that face? You’re getting free desserts!”

“Did you not hear when I said it was her first class? Plus, I fear I may lose my amazing physique if she feeds me everything she tries to bake.” Jungkook’s tone was light, but you knew there was some truth behind his words.

You laughed and you sat up to look down at him. He had moved his other hand to be tucked under his head sometime during your conversation. He looked so peaceful lying on his web in the middle of the night. Even when his lips were in a tight smile, he still made your heart race. 

“Hey, don’t underestimate Aunt May’s skills. She could be a prodigy when it comes to baking. And just bring the food to class. Students love free food.”

“Ah, you’re so smart,” he said and gently tugged you back down with one hand. You tucked your body against his side, one leg draping itself over his straightened limb. Jungkook raised his head slightly to look down at you with an adoring expression. He just wanted to be close to you while he could. He was enjoying the calm night. It wasn’t every day he could have these moments with you.

“Someone has to be,” you kid.

“Yah! Jagiya,” he whined and threw his head back against the web. The wind blew some of his hair into his face, but Jungkook didn’t bother with moving the strands. He let them sway in the breeze.

“Truth hurts, huh, Koo?”

Jungkook rolled his eyes and hugged your body.

“You’re being a brat,” Jungkook huffed.

You giggled, enjoying the light bickering. “I’m sorry.”

You tilted your head with a pout, placed a hand on his chest, and tapped your fingers in a rhythm to get his attention.

“Kookie,” you said, voice slightly higher than normal when he didn’t look at you. Jungkook didn’t budge. He stubbornly kept his gaze locked on the dark sky. 

Sighing, you leaned up and squished his cheeks with your hand. His lips pursed involuntarily at the act and a whine of protest left him. He shook his head, but there wasn’t enough force to actually break away.

“Do you forgive me?” you asked.

After a few seconds of silence, you pecked his pouty lips.

“I think you’re very smart,” you complimented and gave him another quick kiss.

“And funny,” you continued, accompanied by a third kiss. “And caring. And handsome. And sexy. And cute. And the best boyfriend in the wor- Hmph!”

Jungkook had stayed still as you showered him with compliments. He tried to suppress the smile forming with each kiss you placed on his lips. His heart was beating faster the more attention you gave him.

Hearing enough, he quickly leaned up and smashed his lips against yours, hand tangling in your hair to stop you from pulling away.

Your hand on his face eased as your eyes fluttered shut when he started to move his mouth.

Jungkook pressed you flushed to his body. His legs wrapped around yours as he kept you in his tight grip.

With a gasp, you receded from the kiss.

“Is that a yes?” you questioned breathlessly.

“No,” he replied, chest heaving slightly. “I just wanted you to shut up.”

“Jungk-”

He tugged your head back down and connected your lips once more. This time, you successfully moved from him.

“Now who’s being the brat?” you huffed.

Jungkook laughed, lips a little swollen and eyes filled with love and lust. He reduced his grip on you and let his legs sprawl beneath your body. 

You adjusted yourself so you were straddling him. His hands came up to rub your thighs, eyes following you as you leaned over him. You carefully pushed all his hair out of his face as Jungkook stared at you quietly.

The quietness was tranquil and neither of you felt the need to fill it. Perhaps with someone else, it might have been awkward. You might have fidgeted under the silence or tried to ask generic questions to fill the space. Though with Jungkook it was different. Being in his presence was all you needed to feel content.

Jungkook studied you. It was harder to see your face as your back was against the sky, the moonlight not having a way to illuminate your features. Despite this, he knew your face was in its most relaxed state. Your movements were unrushed and gentle, indicating how serene you felt. Even if he couldn’t see your face clearly, your eyes sparkled in the darkness that had him mesmerized by your beauty. He couldn’t see the stars in the sky, but he only needed you to be the light in his life.

“You’re pretty,” you whispered as you slowly moved the last few strands from his face.

Jungkook was drawn from his thoughts by your comment.

“I know you are,” he said with a cheesy grin.

You opened your mouth to protest, but Jungkook gripped your thighs firmly with a shake of his head. You shut your mouth with a pout, not in the mood to disagree anymore.

Jungkook let out a small laugh at your expression and wrapped his arms around your back, pulling you on him again.

“Can’t believe you’re all mine, baby,” he whispered. His lips ghosted yours as he pushed the hair that fell into your face. He held his hand in your hair and stroked the side of your face with his thumb tenderly.

Your heartbeat quickened with each second that passed by with Jungkook staring at you. Your faces were so close, yet no one made a move.

“May I keep you out a little longer?” Jungkook asked kindly.

You nodded, a smile on your lips. Although you had class tomorrow, you didn’t want to leave Jungkook’s embrace.

“You may.”

Jungkook wasted no more time and kissed you for the umpteenth time that night. Though, you could never get enough of his kisses as they always had you feeling giddy.

He moved his lips languidly against yours, tracing your lower lip with his tongue slowly so as to soak up this moment like a sponge. He wanted to remember the taste of your lips, the feel of your skin under his hands, the weight of your body on his.

His tongue met yours and he crept his hands down your sides following the curve of your body, loving the way your legs squeezed his waist at the feel of his hands roaming your hips.

Your hair fell around his face and Jungkook could feel a few strands tickling his cheeks, but he didn’t care to move them.

Jungkook’s hands slid up to grab your ass. He gripped it roughly, which caused you to press your lower half over his.

You inhaled sharply when Jungkook did it again.

One of your hands caressed the side of his face while the other trailed up and down his torso. You could feel every bump and curve of his toned body due to the tight spandex of his suit. You pressed your body harder against his to feel more of him. There was always something so attractive when he donned his suit. You rolled your hips at the thought of having the hero beneath you all to yourself.

“You remember what you said to me that night of the party?” Jungkook questioned between breaths when you both broke away from the heated kiss.

You gave him a puzzled look, mind going blank momentarily as you lifted yourself to see him better.

Jungkook smirked and answered for you, “You said I looked sexy in my suit.”

You glanced away from him meekly. Not only did you think it now, but you also thought it then too. As if Jungkook could read your mind, he continued.

“Do you think I look sexy in it now?”

Jungkook already knew the response from the way you tucked your chin to your chest. He just wanted you to admit it verbally. Gently, he moved your face, so you were looking at him again. He waited for your answer.

Reluctantly, because you knew it was what he wanted to hear, you answered, “Yes.”

“You wanted me to fuck you with my suit on,” he recalled with a sinister smile and slid his hand back to rest on your ass. “And I sort of did then, but it didn’t really satisfy your idea, right, baby?”

You stared down at him with rapt attention, hands pressed on his chest. You remembered how his attire had been around his thighs, which only had exposed his torso. He was right in that it didn’t give the same effect as when it covered him completely. The more you thought of him fully dressed having his way with you, the more you could feel your panties dampening.

“Speak to me,” he encouraged, a hand lightly tapping your ass to get your attention.

“Yes, I remember. You’re right,” you replied hurriedly.

“What if I told you I wore a different suit today?” he wondered aloud. “You still want me to fulfill that dream of yours?”

For some reason, you were suddenly shy. You wanted it, yes, but you felt a little ashamed of the thought. You were sure Jungkook had made the suit tight so he could maneuver easily, not to be ogled at. Yet here you were. The idea of him being fully suited up and making you a moaning mess was tempting. 

“I- I don’t know,” you murmured and averted your gaze.

“Why so shy?” he asked, voice softer than before.

“I feel I shouldn’t want to,” you trailed off.

“But I want to,” Jungkook reassured and put emphasis on himself. “I want to fuck you in my suit.”

“B-but you wear this to be a hero,” you began to argue, peering at the material, “not to satisfy some fantasy of mine.”

Jungkook shook his head and moved your head to look at him. “What if you weren’t the only one with that fantasy?”

You pressed your lips together, unsure if he was just saying that. Not only were you still hesitant, you now felt bad for ruining the mood. Your shoulders slumped at the realization.

“I’m not just Spider-Man in this suit. I’m Jeon Jungkook, your boyfriend, and you helped me see that,” he continued to try to erase your doubts when he saw your shoulders sag.

You listened to him silently. 

“Plus, you’re telling me heroes can’t have a little fun?” His light tone etched away a sliver of your uncertainty. “Don’t feel guilty for how you feel. You’re not the only one who thinks I look ‘hotter than ghost peppers’ in my suit.”

Your eyes widened at his reply, not anticipating hearing such a comment. Jungkook chuckled at your reaction.

“My favorite from last week was being told I was ‘so hot even milk can't wash it down’.”

You shook your head with a smile and a small laugh–a mixture of disbelief and amusement. His words made you feel better.

“People have an interesting way with words online,” he shrugged as if he was used to it. He probably was at this point in his hero career.

“So, what do you say?” Jungkook asked and raised a hand to graze your lower lip with his thumb. His eyes dropped down briefly to watch the way your mouth parted when he rubbed your lip delicately. “Will you help your boyfriend pass some time while he’s on patrol?”

“I thought you were supposed to be looking out for criminals,” you huffed teasingly when you recalled his earlier replies. You were grateful Jungkook was there to lift your spirit back up. 

To him, he wasn’t bothered by your hesitancy. He was just happy to talk you through the little speed bump. The mood was never ruined.

“I am,” he retorted and removed his hand from your face. “I already got one.”

A gasp left your lips when a hand came down on your ass abruptly, your fingertips digging into his chest in response.

“I’m not a criminal,” you scoffed when you realized the action implied he had deemed you as one. “What crime did I commit?”

“You stole my heart. I say that’s quite a big crime.”

You blinked at him dumbfoundedly.

“You did not just-”

“You have the right to remain silent-”

“You’re not a police officer.”

Jungkook exhaled dramatically, “You gotta work on your roleplay skills, babe.”

You rolled your eyes and nudged him. Jungkook laughed, visibly proud of his comment.

“Didn’t know you were into that,” you mused.

Jungkook shrugged. “Never tried, but I’m not going to say no if you wanted to try it.”

Even though his tone was light, you could tell from the way his eyes widened out of curiosity that he was being serious.

“Maybe in the future,” you suggested and leaned down.

“I’m looking forward to it,” he said before your lips met his.

Jungkook squeezed your ass, pressing your hips to his more.

Your hips began to slowly circle as the kiss deepened, tongues tangling against each other. You suppressed the moans bubbling in your throat every time your clit caught friction. You felt the bulge underneath you growing with each swivel of your hips and it had your heart pumping quicker.

Jungkook’s hands moved from your ass to your hips, guiding their movements while pushing his own up to meet your body more. You moaned into his mouth at the rougher feeling.

Jungkook pulled away with a sharp inhale, chocolate eyes dark with lust.

“Mask on or off?” Jungkook panted.

As much as you loved seeing his handsome face, you wanted to try something different.

“On.”

Jungkook smirked and plucked his mask from your jean’s waistline.

“Other people would love to be in my position,” you thought out loud as you eyed him retrieving his mask. Although you didn’t mean to gloat, a part of you did feel a little ego boost at the statement.

“Don’t wanna think of other people,” Jungkook said. “Just wanna think of you, baby. Just you. Only you. This is only for you.”

Your heart warmed at his rambling, and you captured his lips with yours tenderly, both hands cradling the sides of his face as if he was your anchor in a restless ocean.

“For us,” you corrected into the kiss.

Jungkook smiled, giving you an extra peck on the lips after you moved away.

You rubbed his chest lightly as he pushed his hair back off his forehead before tugging the mask over his head. Being unable to see his face had a strange feeling bubbling in your chest. Here was the hero you often saw on the screens. He was untouchable to many, yet he was laying beneath you.

Though this was not your first time being with him with his mask on, knowing what was to come had your heart racing for a different reason and it excited you. Maybe it was the idea that no one but you were able to have Spider-Man like this—to have Jungkook like this—or maybe you were anxious to try something new with him. Whatever the reason, you suddenly felt your body grow warmer.

“Hi, Spidey,” you teased with a smile once the mask was secured on him.

Jungkook chuckled at your casual tone and transferred his hands to your waist.

“Hi, pretty girl,” he replied whilst he kneaded your hips softly. “’M can’t wait to see you fall apart for me.”

Your cheeks heated at his comment. You leaned down, giving him a kiss through his mask. Despite not being able to directly feel his lips upon yours, the thought was there at least. Your hands traveled between his legs when you gave him a quick kiss.

Jungkook sighed at the feel of your hand on top of his hardening cock.

You palmed him above his clothing, eyes casting down to outline his hard-on. The soft touches had Jungkook tightening his grip on your hips.

Not wanting to have all the attention, Jungkook glided his hands up your chest until he cupped your breasts through your shirt. He massaged them gently, causing you to arch your back into his soothing touches.

Your hand on his crotch pressed harder against him. Jungkook shuddered at the pressure.

“Take these off for me,” Jungkook murmured and tugged on one of your belt loops.

You nodded and carefully climbed off him to remove your jeans, forgetting you were on top of the web Jungkook spun earlier.

“Is this going to, uh, hold us?” you questioned, feeling unsure how to bring up the topic without feeling a little strange. Because who would have thought you would fuck your boyfriend on top of a giant web?

“Definitely,” he said confidently and leaned up on one elbow. He patted the web as if to show its sturdiness. “We can go as wild as we want.” 

There was cockiness to his tone as he raised his eyebrows up with a crooked grin. He was definitely already prepared to have you sore tomorrow.

Another blush crept on your face at his words. “How ‘wild’ are you imagining, Koo?”

Jungkook hummed as if in thought. He gestured for you to climb back on him, and you did as he answered, “Until you’re fucked dumb and whining for my cock.”

“Jungkook,” you gasped at his choice of words. Really, you don’t know why you were taken aback. His vocabulary has always been more vulgar when he was consumed with lust. It was different from his usual easy-going, joking behavior. Perhaps it was because you hadn’t heard him speak to you like this in a while. With your schedules, you hadn’t had the chance to have an intimate moment with him.

“I’ll make you feel so good, you’ll be craving my dick for days,” he continued, just to watch you become more flustered. 

Jungkook laughed at your bashful expression. He slid a hand between your legs and began to circle your clit through your panties.

“Don’t you want that, baby?” he cooed and increased his speed. Your hips jolted at the sensation, and you placed your hands on his chest with a small moan.

“To be so needy for my cock that you can’t think of anything else?”

His words had your panties getting wetter. The thought had your heart racing, and you nodded your head at his question. 

Jungkook smiled beneath his mask and moved his finger to rub through your folds. A smirk formed when he felt your damp panties. Your hips started to grind against his fingers, needing to feel more of his sinful touches.

Jungkook kept the same pace for a little longer, watching as your hips got more frantic as you grew more desperate.

“Need more,” you whined and started to reach down to lead his fingers where you wanted him, but Jungkook grabbed your wrist instead.

“Did you miss my cock so much that you forgot your manners?” Jungkook scolded, not truly mad with you.

“Please,” you said unhesitant. “Give me more.”

“I just want you to beg until you can’t take it anymore,” Jungkook confessed, which had your eyes widening. “But I’ve already kept you out so late that I’ll have to do that another time.”

You felt your body relax at that, not having the patience to have him deny you longer. He hasn’t done much, yet you were eager to feel him for the first time in a while.

Jungkook watched you for a moment as he took in your relieved expression. “I’m just too nice to you, huh?” He chuckled lowly but didn’t let you reply.

Jungkook pushed aside your panties and eased one finger inside. You were wet enough from his previous actions that his fingers slid in with no resistance, making Jungkook groan.

He pumped his finger steadily and it wasn’t long before he quickly added another one. The slight stretch from it had your inhaling deeply. His slow motions had you wanting more, but you stayed still as you let him continue. You had missed his touch.

Jungkook slowed his pace, almost coming to a complete stop as he gently spread his fingers. You gasped at the feeling and pressed your thighs against his body. A hand came down and wrapped itself around his wrist. You didn’t adjust his hand but just gave it a squeeze to let him know how good it felt. 

Jungkook’s lip quirked in a small smile at you. He pressed his fingers together, pumped them a few times, then spread his fingers again. His actions repeated at the same unhurried pace. While it felt pleasing, it wasn’t enough to push you over the edge. However, before you could request more, Jungkook retreated. You keened at the loss of his touch.

He ignored your cry and pushed the lower half of his suit down. Normally, his attire was a one-piece, but this one was different. He had several outfits he had experimented with, all with different designs.

“Think you can take over?” Jungkook questioned as he exposed his hard cock. He wrapped a hand around the base of his shaft and tightened his grip. His lips parted at the feeling. 

Your eyes glanced down, walls clenching around nothing when you saw his precum leaking from his tip.

You nodded and started to adjust your position, but Jungkook interrupted you.

“Where’s that sweet voice of yours, baby?”

“Yes,” you verbally answered; it earned you a content nod from Jungkook.

“Come on then, need to feel you around me,” he groaned, dick throbbing with need.

You obeyed and moved so you were hovering over his tip.

Jungkook rubbed his tip through your slicken folds, smearing his precum along them. His lips were parted; his eyes focused on how easy it was to do so. After a few more glides, he aligned himself and bucked his hips slightly until he pushed the head of his cock inside your soaked pussy. 

A small yelp escaped your lips at the stretch. Understanding the message, you sank down slowly, both your moans ringing out in unison at the feeling of each other.

“Fuck,” Jungkook cursed beneath you. His eyebrows were furrowed together.

Without wasting another second, you began to slide up until just his tip remained before sliding back down gradually with another moan.

Jungkook had his hands resting on your waist, trying not to force your hips down faster.

“Y-you’re big,” you gasped with your eyes closed. Your head was starting to cloud with the pleasure his cock was giving you.

“Thanks, cutie,” Jungkook said playfully through a breathy laugh. His voice sounded a little stiff as he tried to keep his moans at bay so that he could hear yours better.

His tone tore you from your haze for a moment and you hit his chest half-heartedly. Jungkook laughed and rubbed your waist, unaffected by the faux scolding.

“Love the way you fit around me,” Jungkook added and thrusted up harshly once. He told himself to let you set the pace, but he couldn’t help it. You were just so tight around him.

“Ah!” you gasped at his sudden movement. Jungkook smirked at your reaction.

At his action, you increased your speed. You sank up and down his cock faster and you threw your head back at the way he filled you so blissfully. Your arms were behind you, fingertips grazing the top of Jungkook’s thighs as you bounced with vigor.

Jungkook bent his knees slightly so you could grab his thighs better for support. Once you had a solid hold, you started to rock your hips quicker.

Jungkook reached up and dragged your shirt up until it was gathered at the top of your chest. He pushed your bra up as well, tucking your shirt under the bra’s seam so it stayed put. With your breasts exposed, Jungkook greedily stared at the way they bounced with each of your movements.

Seeing you on top with your back arched slightly from the position of your arms and breasts moving had him let out a curse. He needed to release this pent-up feeling in his chest.

Without notice, Jungkook halted your hips and flipped you over. You both bounced slightly with the action and for a moment, you worried the web was going to snap. However, the thought disappeared when Jungkook forced your hands above your head.

You stared at him above you, eyes glued to the two oval shapes in his mask.

“I would turn you over so I could see that pretty ass of yours, but I know my baby girl wants to see me. Am I right?” he crooned.

“Y-yes,” you agreed.

“Since you wanted me fully suited as I fuck you, I think it’s only right for me to do this,” he trailed off. You realized what he meant a little too late. He had already adhered your wrists to the web below.

Jungkook grabbed your ankles next, pulling your legs apart then webbing them as well. He had you sprawled on top of his web, and he couldn’t feel more proud of himself. Here you were—exposed and leaking with arousal in front of him, unable to move.

“Don’t you look divine right now,” he praised arrogantly. His eyes traveled every inch of your body, and you were incapable of shielding yourself from his greedy eyes.

Even though you couldn’t see his face, you still knew the facial expression he was sporting underneath the mask and the thought had you squirming. You had never been this restrained in such an intimate moment with him, but your trust in him didn’t make you nervous. Instead, you just felt your body heat rapidly.

“Caught in my web,” he whispered as if in wonder at the beautiful sight. One of his hands raked down your body, tweaking one of your nipples before moving to the inside of your thigh. “Just ready for me to use you.”

“Please,” you begged.

“Would you like that?” he asked, low and husky. 

“Yes, Jungkook,” you answered truthfully. “Want you to fuck me dumb.”

Jungkook smiled and positioned himself, so he was hovering over you, his tip resting at your entrance.

“That, I can do,” he chuckled. 

He eased into you again. The snug feeling around his cock had him clutching the webbing next to your head.

Jungkook didn’t stay nestled against you for long. His pace wasn’t as fast as he could go, but he’d rather use his strength than his speed at the moment.

You moaned loudly, staring up at your boyfriend with his famous red and blue mask. Although you probably had forgotten you weren’t in the privacy of four walls, Jungkook didn’t.

He felt he should’ve told you to be quieter, but he really didn’t want to. He loved the sounds you were making, knowing he was the one causing them. He pushed away the concern he had briefly and gave you a particular rough thrust which earned him a heavenly cry from your lips. It was as if he was challenging the universe for someone to hear you.

Your body was pushed up with each shove of his hips. However, since you were tied down, you didn’t actually move much.

“Look at you,” Jungkook rasped and glanced down at where you were both connected. He could feel your walls clench around him and he groaned. “Letting me take you however I want.”

The more he pondered on that, the faster his pace got. 

“Shit, you look so pretty,” he hissed. He grabbed your bouncing breasts, squeezing them as he slammed his hips against yours. The hold on your breasts was slightly painful, but the feeling between your legs was too delightful to notice for long.

“You feel s-so good, Kookie,” you stammered through gasps. Your hands were balled into fists, wanting to touch him but not having the ability to do so.

Jungkook moved his hands from your breasts so he could grip your hips. He leaned back slightly and guided your hips to his while he thrusted forward.

Your back arched, head pushing onto the web at the new feeling. You could feel him slide against the spot that had you seeing stars.

Jungkook’s eyes were gazing from your open mouth to your bouncing breasts then to where he was pounding into you. He couldn’t decide where to look as he fucked into you.

A part of him wished he could take a picture of how captivating you looked right now. The egotistical side of him wanted to show it to his friends—to brag about how well he could fuck you. How good you were to him to let him use your body for his pleasures. You were his good girl. And as much as he wanted to indulge in his own selfish pleasures longer, he remembered that you needed to be spoiled too.

Jungkook adjusted himself so he was hovering over you again. He lifted his mask just above his nose and slotted his mouth on your right nipple while a hand massaged your left breast. The feeling of his warm tongue circling the nub had you whining his name and clenching around him again.

Jungkook hummed, happy to hear how much you were enjoying his mouth on you.

You tugged on the restraints. You just wanted to rip off his mask and tangle your fingers in his locks like you usually do.

Jungkook flickered his tongue over your hardened nipple before nipping at it. The action had you gasping and pushing your chest to his face. Jungkook smiled against your skin before finding your other nipple and repeating the motions. The saliva left by Jungkook’s mouth was cooling in the chilly air, hardening your nipple. 

While he was playing with your breasts, he kept up the rocking of his hips. The feeling of his big cock rubbing against your walls combined with his tongue had you near your climax.

“Jungko- Baby I-” you babbled, trying to form a full sentence. “Close,” you ended up saying instead.

“Go on, pretty girl. Come around me,” he permitted and briskly moved away from your chest. He tugged the mask down again before getting into a stable position. Without warning, he pulled out and thrusted back in harshly.

You cried, eyebrows knitting together as your body jerked upward from his force.

Jungkook stared down at you intensely, focused on getting you to come. His force was brute, no longer slow like before. Suddenly his hands were back on your breasts again.

Each slap of his hips had you trudging closer to the edge. Your eyes were half-lidded, mouth hung open as you breathed heavily. Your mind was only focused on him—the rocking of his dick in your cunt, the pleasure of his hands on your chest, and the sound of his bated breathing.

“There’s that fucked out look I wanted,” he jested through pants, but you barely registered his words through your hazy pleasure.

“Just for me,” he said. “Only I can see that look, right, jagiya?”

You whined, the energy to reply barely there. For once, Jungkook didn’t require an answer. He knew your thoughts were too occupied just by the expressions on your face.

Jungkook felt your walls tense up, sucking him back in greedily. After a few more thrusts, you came with a loud cry of his name. Your legs seized at the force of your orgasm while his name fell off your tongue like a mantra. Jungkook loved every moment of it, hearing the way you said his name so breathlessly was music to his ears.

He basked in the glory he felt at having you unravel because of him.

“Want to see your pretty mouth filled with my cum,” he husked and pulled away from your cunt.

He straddled your face and sunk his cock between your lips hurriedly.

You eagerly hallowed your mouth, bobbing your head around his heavy cock. Jungkook moaned watching you suck him off so earnestly.

“That’s it,” he praised, breathing increasing with each glide of your mouth.

“I’m close,” he murmured and slotted his fingers in your hair.

Your eyes locked on his mask, groaning around his dick at seeing the hero above you.

Jungkook tilted his head back briefly when he felt your tongue run just beneath his head, where his tip meets his shaft.

“Oh, fuck,” he shuddered. “Should have you suck my cock more.”

You hummed in satisfaction at his words, which caused Jungkook to tighten his grip on your hair at the sensation. The vibrations from your throat pushed him closer to his release.

Soon, Jungkook was emptying his load in your mouth. His hand was fisted in your hair as he pushed his hips to your face fully. His cock slid down your throat and you gagged slightly at the sudden feeling. Jungkook found the sound arousing, letting another curse fall from his lips. 

He withdrew from you, some of his cum still spilling from his cock. You quickly inhaled a breath before sticking your tongue out again. Jungkook rested his tip on it and pumped his shaft, head lolling to the side as he panted. His cum landed on your tongue and Jungkook’s gaze was glued to the sight. He loved seeing you dripping with his cum—whether it be in your cunt or in your mouth.

Jungkook slid his tip into the cum pooling on your tongue before running his tip along your upper lip, painting it white.

When you felt Jungkook nudge your jaw, you swallowed.

His gaze lingered on his cum on your lip. However, the sight was soon gone when you swiped your tongue over it.

Jungkook wanted to stay over you as he caught his breath, but he knew you were probably uncomfortable, so he carefully moved off of you. With one hand, he yanked his mask off to reveal his face. His forehead was beaded in sweat while some of his hair stuck to his forehead.

“You still carry that pocketknife with you?” he asked. He knew you had carried one for protection after everything that happened with Kangdae and Seokjin. He wasn’t too happy about it initially since he didn’t want you to be in any fights, but after your constant refusals, he relented. After all, he rather you be able to protect yourself if he couldn’t be there to protect you.

“Back pocket,” you said and nodded to your discarded jeans.

Instead of Jungkook getting up to grab them like you thought he would, he simply shot a web and brought them to him.

“Thought the webs were sturdy,” you joked, voice a little hoarse. “How can a tiny pocketknife cut it?”

“It’s not as easy as you may think,” he replied and switched it open. He began to meticulously saw at the webs around your wrists.

“Doesn’t this mean any criminal can just cut through your webs?”

“If they have the time and strength, yes. My webs aren’t invincible,” he answered calmly, not irritated with your curiosity. “Hence, why I try to web their arms down. And normally, one swipe of the web won’t break through it. They’ll be in handcuffs before they can free themselves.”

“We’re going to be here for a while, huh?” you sighed, the euphoric feeling ebbing away at the idea of being exposed to the icy weather longer.

Jungkook glanced at your almost-naked body as if reading your mind. Sheepishly, he gently adjusted your bra and shirt to cover your torso. Unfortunately, he couldn’t do anything about your lower half since he had webbed you at the ankles.

“Maybe start there instead?” you suggested when you saw him glance at your legs.

Jungkook nodded and followed your advice.

The wait for Jungkook to free you didn’t last as long as you had expected. He had made sure to pay extra attention to where he slid the knife, and you were freed without a scratch. He then helped you put on the rest of your clothes.

“I’ve missed you,” he said softly as he sat next to you, rubbing at your wrists and ankles while you both regained some energy.

“I’ve missed you, too,” you replied and gave him a kind smile that had his heart melting.

“Have you thought about what I asked you a few weeks ago?” he wondered, hope lingering in his voice.

Jungkook had come to your dorm one day, seemingly nervous about something. You had worried it had to do with him being the masked hero or maybe even Aunt may. Your roommate had left the dorm to give you both space, sensing the uneasy atmosphere. Turns out, he had spent a few weeks looking at apartments for you both and had scribbled a few down he thought you might like. With the end of the year approaching, it was time to move out of your dorm as they were mainly for freshmen. You could move into a different dormitory, but it would be nicer not to. However, you hadn’t looked anywhere yet.

You were pleasantly surprised at Jungkook’s research. You were so touched by his efforts that he earned himself several kisses that day.

“I did,” you answered. “I like the one that has all those trees. They had a nice floor plan, and the price is doable if we split the cost.”

Jungkook’s mouth widened into a big grin as you spoke.

“I liked that one, too,” he concurred.

“Should I make an appointment to go look at it?”

“Yeah. That sounds good to me.”

“Okay.”

Jungkook leaned forward and pressed his lips tenderly on yours. You giggled at his reaction.

“I didn’t think you’d be this excited to look at apartments,” you said and poked his cheek.

“I’m more excited to just see you more often,” he admitted. “Plus, Yoongi’s music distracts me sometimes.”

“You think I won’t distract you?” you asked playfully.

“Oh, you definitely will,” he murmured, eyes drifting to your lips momentarily. “But at least you’d be a fun distraction. Yoongi’s an old man trapped in a young body. Full of grunts and complaints.”

You laughed, nudging him to scold him.

“Imagine how hurt he’d be if he heard you say that.”

Jungkook swatted his hand in the air, pushing away the thought. “He’d probably be glad to get rid of me.”

“How so?” You raised an eyebrow at him.

“Too many Code Purples,” he explained and gave you a wink.

You scoffed at him, remembering how Code Purple was what he told Yoongi when he wanted alone time with you.

“I haven’t heard you use it that often,” you said. Jungkook halted his massaging on your wrists when you interlaced your fingers together.

“That’s because I do it before you come over,” he explained, leaning closer to your face with a charming smile and a few wiggles of his eyebrows.

You giggled and squeezed his hands. “That poor man.”

“I should just be blaming you for being too irresistible,” Jungkook replied.

“Alright, Casanova,” you joked with a smile. He simply pecked your lips in response. 

After a moment of silence, you wondered out loud, “Do you know if Yoongi is staying on campus if you move?”

Jungkook rubbed small circles on the back of your thumb with his own.

“Actually, I overheard him talking with Hoseok. I think they’re going to try to room together off campus. Maybe I can get Yoongi to move into the same complex as us.”

“That would be nice,” you said happily. You liked the thought of having your privacy with Jungkook, but still being able to be near your friends.

Jungkook hummed, his mood not as cheerful as before. You tilted your head in confusion.

“What’s wrong?”

He shook his head. “Nothing. Don’t worry about it,” he replied dismissively.

“Hey, you can talk to me,” you reassured and shook his hands.

“I know,” he said and offered you a small smile. However, he still didn’t give an explanation.

You searched his face, recalling what was said before he looked upset. And then it clicked.

“It’s Hobi, isn’t it?”

At the way his shoulders tensed slightly, you knew you were right.

“He isn’t bad, Koo,” you frowned.

Jungkook didn’t have a favorable opinion of Hoseok since he found he was involved in that group with you. Despite Hoseok helping you both out in the end, Jungkook couldn’t shake the dislike he felt toward the man. You, on the other hand, were still friends with him. Much to Jungkook’s disapproval.

“I just don’t trust him,” Jungkook huffed and looked away from you.

“You’re not going to trust him if you keep glaring at him every time he’s within a ten-foot radius of you.”

“It happens involuntarily,” he grumbled, shoulders slumping. You wished you didn’t find him so cute when he pouted.

“Well, maybe just start thinking of the positives about him when you see him instead? Like how he brought us those donuts one day. Wasn’t that nice?” you tried to persuade him.

“He brought lemon ones,” he said with a disgusted look. “I hate lemon.”

“He also bought chocolate,” you laughed softly at how adamant he was about disliking the cheery man.

Jungkook shrugged, not seeming to care about that addition to the truth.

“Next time, I’ll let him know not to bring lemon,” you said. “Even though I love lemon.” You sighed dramatically as if just the thought pained you deeply.

Jungkook eyed you carefully. You knew he was torn between wanting you to be happy with your lemon treats versus wanting Hoseok to be scolded.

“I’ll bring you lemon donuts instead,” he argued.

You smiled at his childish behavior. He really was cute when he pouted.

“Okay.”

You agreed too quickly for Jungkook to appreciate his counterattack. He now felt manipulated into buying you donuts.

“You’re a menace,” he huffed.

“Actually, I’m fairly certain Spider-Man is more of a menace than me. Didn’t you hear? He’s sticking his eight legs where he shouldn’t be,” you taunted him, recalling the ridiculous news articles you’ve read online.

Jungkook understood your reference and scoffed lightly.

“It takes a menace to know a menace,” he said.

“Is that so?”

“Yeah.”

You smiled at him.

“You’re cute,” you observed, which caused him to frown.

“I think it’s past your bedtime. You’re getting delusional,” he said and started to move away from you.

You let him go, eyes following his figure as he stood up. He stretched his arms over his head, mouthing dropping open in a yawn.

“You ready to head back?” he asked politely.

You nodded.

Jungkook held a hand out for you and helped you to your feet. You stumbled a little from the uneven surface, but Jungkook held you securely so you didn’t fall. Once you stood up, you could feel the soreness between your legs—reminding you of what occurred just minutes ago. Jungkook’s demeanor was different now than before and it emphasized there were multiple sides to him that people didn’t know… and would never know.

“Did you drive here?”

“No,” you shook your head, causing Jungkook to frown.

“Yn, I told you not-”

“It was nice out and the walk isn’t far,” you attempted to reason and stared up at him with puppy eyes. Jungkook didn’t back down from his firm stare.

“It’s too dangerous, okay? If you don’t feel like driving, I can pick you up.”

Not wanting to start an actual argument, you simply said okay. That was going to be an issue to discuss later.

Jungkook must have also not been up for an argument since he didn’t press you on the topic. He sighed and pulled his lips in a smile, trying to lighten the suddenly gloomy mood. He pressed a kiss to your head.

“Let’s go then,” he said; he tugged his mask over his head and then picked you up. You wrapped your legs around his waist and your arms tightly around his neck.

Swinging with him wasn’t as fun as people imagined it to be. It wasn’t your preferred transportation since it often left you a little dizzy and disoriented. Jungkook was aware of the effects and swung slower than he usually did.

“Are you doing okay?” he asked after a few swings.

“I’m okay,” you reassured, your body still clung to his and eyes closed.

“Almost there,” he replied and kept his focus on getting back safely.

By the time you stepped foot in your dorm, it was nearly four in the morning. Your roommate was passed out when you quietly entered your room. Jungkook had dropped you off, giving you an affectionate kiss and ensuring you felt stable before he left.

Although the late night was catching up to you, you forced yourself to do your nighttime routine. It just felt odd not to. You climbed into bed quickly after.

Out of habit, you grabbed your phone to check it. There was a notification from Jungkook.

Love Bug 4:09am i hope u sleep well. u def made my patrol a lot more fun tonight

A smile crept on your face, and you held your covers closer to your body.

Menace (loving) 4:16am I had a fun time too. Does this mean you’ll let me go on patrol with you more often? 😌

Love Bug 4:20am its tempting…but i rather we go on a date instead

Menace (loving) 4:22am Maybe soon?

Love Bug 4:25am i can make that happen

Love Bug 4:25am now go to sleep baby. talk to you tomorrow

Menace (loving) 4:26am Alright, alright. Goodnight, handsome 😊

Love Bug 4:27am good morning (;

You chuckled at his reply, remembering it was nearly 4:30 in the morning. You locked your phone, set it on your nightstand, and finally fell asleep after a long day.

When you woke up the next day, you were greeted with a wide bunny-esque smile in your view.

Despite not getting a lot of sleep, Jungkook had woken up early to buy you lemon donuts. Your roommate was on her way to class when Jungkook visited, so she let him in.

He was bizarrely cheerful considering his lack of sleep and while you wanted to be annoyed at having been woken up early, you couldn’t be mad when he seemed so joyful.

You both had your fair share of donuts—he had almond—before snuggling on your bed and falling asleep again.

This time when you were woken, you were irritated. You just wanted to sleep but there was a loud ringing close to you. It took you a few moments to realize what that noise was.

Class was about to start soon.

Jungkook was still half asleep when he tried to keep you in bed, whining for you to skip class just this once. You did contemplate it, but in the end, you forced yourself to get ready.

Jungkook had watched you silently as you got ready and when it was time to go, he walked you to class. You took a mental note to book the apartment tour soon after he left you. The idea of living with Jungkook brought a smile to your face as you sat down in class, mind wandering to the man you could see yourself with for a lifetime.

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[forlix]

hii!!

i want to talk about ace so badly

already from the intro i new this was gonna be my cup of tea, like college! au, sports! au and fake enemies to friends to lovers, please!!

o h   m y   g o d

i was so wrong

this is so much more than just a cup of tea for me. i want for time to stop, so i can read this again infinite times, i want this story permanently tattooed in my brain and flowing through my veins.

your writing is showstoping and phenomenal!!

i'm a sucker for good dialogue and you have outdone everyone there is to outdo. i'm so serious when i say this changed my life last night!!

today i'm going through it again and collecting my favourite moments (listed below) and i need you to know that this is such a perfectly written story in every way and i'm so grateful you decided to share it with the world.

thank you!! thank you!! thank you!! thank you!! thank you!!

here's a list of my favourite moments and dialogue lines (probably incomplete, because i truly believe i will find many more when i read this again and again in the future)

the first interaction is such a perfect opening for the story, love it!! (bonus - the little "got you" in italics, aldhsksjs)

"Hyunjin gapes at your retreating figure for so long that phosphenes start prancing around his field of view. Then he heads to the gym. His heart is pounding against his ribs like a battering ram." aaaaaaaaaaaa

coach bang. just in general. everything he does and says is incredible

"Nothing is the first answer that comes to mind, but Hyunjin’s pulse spikes like a lie detector. Upon the inside of his eyes replays a scene of a certain someone with watermelon bangs doing teleportation jutsu at him from a few yards away, wearing a smile made of some kind of space dust that astronomists haven’t discovered yet." i was screaming in my pillow

"“But hope is hungry, and it will consume you if you let it,” he says. “Do not let it, Hyunjin. I’m not asking.”"

"“I miss when you didn’t come to class, Seungmin.”"

"“It’s not labor, dumbass! Ask our last manager! He didn’t do shit!” “Yeah? Who was your last manager?” “Me!”"

hyunjin running away from minho, chef's kiss!!

"“Music to my ears. What’s your name, cutie?”" aaahhh

"Hyunjin mouths the words tape me in baffled silence. The latter obliges your request with a smile. “See? What could go wrong?”" the whole banter and proximity during this scene, oh my!!

the whole phone call scene, alahskadjk, i had to stop after every two sentences and scream at the ceiling, especially after "“Baby,” he interrupts gently. “Let’s stop here, okay? You seem tired.”"

and don't get me started on "“But I do give a fuck about you.”"

"“Do you want to be alone?”"

the whole interaction in the gym is so, so great and sweet, and delicate it hurts!!

and the conversation between seungmin and hyunjin is so important to me. the realness of the friendsip and a fun bonus of their backstory, loved it soooo much!!

"It’s not awkward this time." STOP

yeah, just seungmin and hyunjin's friendship in general!!

"Tendrils of your body spray reach him from here, floral and light like a tropical coastline. He could’ve counted your eyelashes—if he didn’t have something far better to do." the parallels to the intro aahhh

and the parallel with coach and captain as well, i'm in love!!

"I realized I couldn’t care less if you’re my tutor or my team manager or whatever—I just don’t want you to be a stranger. Maybe that’s selfish of me to say, but I’m tired of pretending the idea of losing you doesn’t terrify me. It does. It truly fucking does." unreal, such a perfect ending!!

i don't have enough words in my vocabulary to express why this story is so amazing and important to me, but it's so delicate and real and incredible. it means more to me than you'll ever know!!

THANK YOUU

Dee

hi hi loveliest! allow me to first apologize for my late reply; i've read this ask so many times since u sent it that i could rehearse it back to u word for word at this point dkljfklsjfkl

thank YOU so much for reading and enjoying as much as you did, dee :') it was such a delight to learn your favorite parts, many of which were my favorites as well hehe (our synergy)!! and what an honor it is to be on the receiving end of praise so high as you wanting this story permanently tattooed in your brain & that i outdid everyone there was to outdo with my dialogue?? if i didn't already love the fic before, knowing it affected you this way has only amplified that sentiment infinitely <3

i've been relearning how to write for myself first and foremost these days, but i hope you know that comments like these really make sharing my writing feel so so worthwhile. i appreciate you an unbelievable amount for taking the time to leave me such a wonderful message! hope you are having a lovely day/afternoon/night cutie

(also: VERY happy u picked up on the coach/captain parallels. i was hoping ppl wouldn't think it was a typo that i said seungmin instead of minho at the start of the timeskip; that was supposed to imply that seung takes minho's spot as captain after he graduates hehehe. appreciate u all the more for noticing one of my favorite details!)

[bbiemochi]

hey hey hey!!! i'm a new reader here in your blog and first of all, i just wanna say i love love LOVE your ritsu with a s/o who hasn't been paying attention to them because of a new game scenario! it was so fun to read and your characterization of ritsu is on point! second, is it alright for me to request prince ritsu with a gn! florist reader scenario? it's up to you how the plot will go, but i'll give my insight just in case. the plot is prince ritsu visiting the village in his kingdom and stopped by a flower shop because he wanted some roses, but the florist caught his attention instead :3. this request was inspired by his new cn exclusive card, if you haven't seen it yet here's the link:

https://twitter.com/ENSTAR_count/status/1555770550944800769?s=19

oof i talked a lot, i'm sorry QwQ. also, thank you in advance if you accept this request ♡♡♡

𝚖𝚎, 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚜 | ritsu sakuma x reader

[an]: FAVORITE REQUEST SO FAR WOOH~! THIS WAS SO FUN TO WRITE~! <3 hello there, darling…! sorry if you waited long for this </3 :,D i am sOO packed with a lot of requests and lack of motivation, i hope it’s understandable T^T

summary: from a kingdom far far away, stories spread that a certain young prince from a mysterious royal family rumored to be a clan of blood thirsting vampires are heard to have gotten his attention for a simple florist down town.

pairing: prince!ritsu sakuma x g/n!florist!reader

genre: fluff, royal au, lowkey love at first sight~ <3

once upon a time, in a land not too far away…

there lived a royal family of four. a mother, a father, an older brother, and a younger brother. all were rumored to be vampires due to their sharp fangs from the king and queen’s two sons. the kingdom was a huge town, villages helping one another along with the royal court to help and build their land more stronger, bigger and also supportive to the people around. keeping the atmosphere as lively as it can be. the queen, a deep dark beauty that catches the attention of many gentlemen, along with the king, who’s presence alone was enough for someone to kneel down in front. as for the children, the eldest son, rei sakuma, the next son who would be stepping on the throne after his father retires from the role of the king. and the youngest, ritsu sakuma, rei’s adorable little brother—the male loved to sleep around everywhere in the palace. due to this, his royal guard; isara, would often have a hard time looking for the sleepy prince. ritsu’s job as his role of the prince was to maintain perfection and patience. gentle manners and a a soft tone is always a must.

private royal lessons must be required everyday for ritsu. either royal lessons or piano lessons from different occasions. with his older brother now busy with learning how the role of a king works, ritsu was left alone by himself to learn. only his royal guard was always with him, as it is important that he is of course. isara had been a royal knight to ritsu since day one after his family entered as servants in the palace. he and the dark prince got along well quickly, yet there were always consequences made after the both of them were caught playing so messily around the royal garden. and due to that, isara had no choice but to train as a knight, who would protect and serve for ritsu. although, even if isara had knew ritsu since they were both children, there was one thing he couldn’t get quite right answer in his head.

“my prince.”

“ah~ maa-kun, didn’t i tell you not to call me that?”

it was a force of habit, he says. “why is it every time we would walk in the garden, we always have to go by the roses area? do you like roses?” ritsu gives him a lazy grin, arms resting at the back of his head as he stopped walking, both arrived at the just mentioned location of what isara had just said about his favorite flower. roses. isara still had no idea why he loved them so much, he still couldn’t get the answer till today. most of the time he would answer, ‘because it’s pretty,’ or ‘i like the color.’

those were too reasonable. if ritsu had a liking towards something…or someone, he had a deep reasoning behind them. and that’s on fact of what his royal guard knew.

today, it was a normal day. the day started off very nice, yet slow, is what ritsu thoughts. the kingdom was as busy as always, supply delivery from other kingdoms, farm and garden crops that are highly needed for the town folks living, new place building, etc. at ritsu’s place, the royal palace was a little busy due to them planning for the royal ball that was to be held next week in order to look for a lovely wife for rei to become his queen. surprising enough, rei has not been able to look for a spouse, as he is always busy with his given task by the castle tutors—ritsu had knew his older brother wasn’t the type to just marry someone that had been chosen by their parents themselves. the sakuma bloodline had an agreement that they’ll always leave the sons or if had by chance, daughters to pick their significant other. however, the job had to be done as soon as possible.

despite being quite the good looking and heart throb of every girl in the kingdom, rei was not interested in getting a wife. though here they are, watching as the king and queen along with the servants plan for the royal ball in order to search for the perfect one. ritsu sighs, the castle has been becoming more and more busier. they often even called isara to help out, so he was back to being alone. he hated being lonely, ritsu really did hate being all by himself. it…scares him a little.

standing up from his chair that was seated next to an open large window, allowing every sound from the outside to enter the palace walls—ritsu yawns before heading out to visit his favorite spot to nap; the royal garden. it’s been almost weeks since he hasn’t visited the garden due to the private lessons. the royal garden was not only a silent sanctuary where ritsu could fully enjoy his nap time at cold afternoons, but it’s also a place where he could admire the fresh roses that grew by the garden house. the maids that worked there were kind of old, not to mention that half of the castle maids had already been working here even before ritsu was born as the second prince.

as he walked down the huge hallway, ritsu tried his best to keep his composure up whenever a servant would walk up and bow at his presence. if it weren’t for the ridiculously long private lessons from those annoying tutors, he would’ve been napping for so long right now as he waited for isara to return. well, never mind for that—for now, what was on his mind was just to finally nap.

“what do you mean the roses in the garden withered? didn’t i tell you to always water them in every hour? goodness, those were ritsu’s favorite…”

ritsu’s footsteps came to a stop upon hearing the voice of his mother and the sound of the maids apologizing in sync. he turns his head, looking to the left of the main hallway. the roses withered? what did she mean by that? does that mean the roses he adored so much died just by a week of not being watered? wait, were they even watered before that? did the maids who took care of the garden even bothered watering them? he can’t help but feel a little upset from the news.

“w-we apologize deeply, your highness…after miss agnes died from a heart attack, we forgot to even take care of the garden since it was not on our job…”

‘miss agnes? oh…the old lady who took care of the garden…what a shame..’ ritsu’s frown shrunk even more. well…that just added up more to his horrible hour of the day. with another sigh escaping his lips, ritsu listens more onto the conversation.

“oh agnes…she had been working here in this castle for almost forever. she was already serving here ever since i was a princess…truly tragic news indeed. i’m terribly sorry for her loss…” there was a slight pain in his mother’s voice, showing real empathy towards the passing servant of the castle who had worked for many years as a maid. ritsu too was fond of her kindness and tender nature. she was kind of like a grandmother figure to him, gentle and old. he had no idea where the former queen is, yet from the stories of his father he wouldn’t dare to meet her.

clearing her throat, ritsu’s mother fixed her posture and wiped the small tears away from her eyes, “i must see my husband shortly. however, i would like one of you to go down town to the nearby flower shop and buy a new bouquet of roses to replace the withered ones. i’m sure you guys would start taking care of the garden soon and…i want to see agnes’ family first. anyways, which one of you will—

“i’ll do it, mother.” ritsu slowly stepped out from behind the castle walls, and walked forward to the queen who seemed surprised to see his presence. the maids were quick to take notice at this and bowed politely at ritsu, in which he only smiled softly at and nodded his head. “my son….” his mother started, “how long have you been listening there?”

“not long, don’t worry. but i wanna buy the bouquet of roses you asked for. i think i’ll be able to handle it, besides, i nap at the garden anyways so…i guess all i could do to take care of them is to buy a new pairs of roses,” ritsu spoke, rubbing his eyes. the queen frowns, “no need to, ritsu. the maids will handle this job, you go back to your—

“mother, like i said it’s fine. i need to walk outside the kingdom too from time to time, being stuck inside this castle is boring. the lessons are getting a little boring for me as well…” slowly, ritsu looked over to the maids who stayed silent as he had a conversation with his mother, “don’t worry, i’ll handle in buying them. how about you guys start taking care of the garden while i go out to buy? is that ok?” ritsu asks. the maids exchanged glances at one another before looking over at the queen. at last, ritsu’s mother nodded her head and they bowed before taking their leave.

after they had left, the queen looked at ritsu with a sigh, “bring mao with you. i’ll ask one of the royal guards to fetch you the money.”

“thank you for this opportunity, mother, i’ll get going now. i’ll be back..” ritsu replies, waving goodbye to his mom as he heads out the castle gates. isara was already there when he arrived, money in the royal knight’s hand as he waited. “would you like to ride a carriage, your highness?” a maid questions to the prince. ritsu shakes his head, “no need. i wanna walk for a while. besides i’m just off to visit a flower shop with maa-kun. no big deal…” he says, and the maid bowed—respecting his decision.

the two headed off the beyond the castle gates, isara staying guard from behind while ritsu walked in front, leading the way. alas when they had arrived at the foot side of the villages, a lot of citizens greeted the prince politely, an old lady tried to give him some free pastry from their bakery yet he says that he’ll pay for it, ignoring her kind gesture of making it for free just because of his royal status. some girls were even asking if his brother had already found a partner (to which he just ignored and let isara distract them). the kingdom was indeed lively, his parents did a great job in putting their power together in order to create such a well established kingdom of villagers despite their appliances.

the flower shop was nearby, so ritsu hurried his feet. “it’s a little rare for you to suggest going out to do the task that was supposed to be for the maids,” isara started, now walking beside ritsu with his hands behind his back. ritsu just smiled in return, closing his eyes shut as he continued to walk, “it’s not rare~ do all of you think that what i do daily is only sleeping?”

“that’s what you really do though.”

“i-i mean yeah but, maa-kun you know what i mean. i like taking walks around as well, the sun warms me and i like it more better than the cold moon…” ritsu responded, waving at the people who were greeting him hellos. isara sighs, “i get it, but one more question, do you know where we’re going?”

“maa-kun you don’t trust me..? i’m a little hurt…” ritsu cooed at his friend, giving him those puppy-like eyes filled with sparkles in which it screams ‘adorable.’ his royal knight, flinches, and then shakes his head, “o-oh no, no, no…! my apologies…”

ritsu chuckles before facing back to the view in front of him, the sight of each folks going around town, shopping from nearby markets and food stalls along with the children running around the place. “the reason why i decided to buy the roses instead is because only i know where miss agnes buys the flowers for my garden.” isara glances back at ritsu with a slight surprised look on his face. “miss agnes? oh yeah, the one we would always see in the royal garden area. it’s a shame, really…i got quite upset when i heard the news of her passing…” ritsu hears him say, before going back to being silent.

the two of them kept walking front, ignoring the whispers of some people behind their back as they finally made it into the flower shop. the flower shop did change over the years. miss agnes would often tell both isara and ritsu how the flower shop was a little small before during her times when ritsu’s grandparents took over the throne—although now, it was much more bigger than before. the flowers that decorated over the shop designed like vines over trees and some were displayed from side-to-side, allowing passing citizens to admire their beauty. ritsu turns over to isara who looked back at him, “you stay guard here, i’ll be the one heading inside. it won’t take long…”

“huh? are you sure you don’t want me to come with you?”

“i’ll be fine~ you can watch over me from here. like i said, it won’t take long, maa-kun~” ritsu responded before playfully flicking the other male’s forehead. isara held the area where ritsu flicked him, and watched as his prince headed right inside the small flower shop, carefully avoiding the flowers that were too close. as ritsu entered right in, the scent of flowers were bombarded everywhere towards his nostrils. it was amazing, he won’t lie. no wonder why agnes decided to buy new bouquets here instead of the other flower shops. steadily, he walked towards the counter to be greeted by an old lady who seemed excited to see the prince.

“oh my great heavens, your highness! w-welcome to my flower shop…! what a rare opportunity for someone from the royal family to visit us—o-oh..! apologies, where are my manners? i-is there anything you’d like for us to give to you, your highness?” the old lady questions, stammering on her words with a bow. ritsu bows as well, smiling softly, “lovely afternoon. i would like a bouquet of your most fresh roses, please, if available,” he requested, and the old lady winces, “a-ah..! yes one bouquet of fresh roses coming up—uhh, y-y/n..! quick…! a bouquet of roses, honey..! it’s for the prince..!” the old lady shrieks to an individual whom ritsu couldn’t see from behind the large bombarded area of flowers and tall potted plants. with that, the old woman sent ritsu a smile before disappearing behind the flowers that block some views from the shop.

how odd. do folks like these usually not meet any royal attendants in person? ritsu was certain agnes knew this place quite well as a maid working in the sakuma palace for almost 30 years. yet again, he is one of the princes of the sakuma bloodline—and as one of the next prince to claim the throne soon, ritsu wasn’t sure if he’d be doing a good job in doing that.

“sorry for the wait, your highness…!”

the thoughts were quick to shaken off as a voice cuts through into his head, clear as day. appearing out from the side—a florist, who was around his age came out, holding a new fresh bouquet of flowers on their hands along with their hair flowing by into the direction where the wind blew.

ritsu felt like his world stopped at the moment their eyes met. all of a sudden, he felt warm and fuzzy at the inside of his stomach. the feeling of butterflies flying in his stomach almost made him fall down on his knees. his cheeks grew warm, and his red eyes were wide opened. the florist calmly fixed their appearance before taking a bow before the stunned prince. “i apologize for making you wait, your highness. here is your bouquet of roses. they’re newly fresh. i just cut them not too long ago,” the person says, a bright smile lingering of their face. ritsu wasn’t able to respond quick to their words, he was so distracted by their looks that he grew speechless.

h/l h/c hair, e/c eyes and with beautiful s/c skin…such perfection crafted by the hands of not only angels but by god themself. ritsu was indeed…attracted by their beauty. a simple florist working in a small flower shop. someone more lovely than each flower in a garden. nothing was compared—

“your highness?”

“huh?” ritsu was snapped back into reality just like that. the florist tilts their head, a little perplexed of what just happened to the prince. “is everything alright, your highness?”

‘their voice sounds so tender…something you could just fall asleep with…’

“oh, y-yes. apologies, i spaced out a bit there—here’s the payment,” ritsu took out the money his mother had lend to him onto the florist’s hands, trying his best not to stutter out with his words to show glimpses of nervousness. the florist once again, smiles at the male, and ritsu swore he saw heaven before his eyes. “thank you very much, your highness. please handle these roses with care.”

“will do. thank you too very much as well. these roses are divine, it looked like you tend to these very nicely. i’m impressed,” he says to the florist who bashfully laughs. “i-it’s not much, your highness. i’m a florist after all, it’s my job to take care of flowers and other plants to sell. we’re not here just for the tokens after all,” they say, and ritsu hums. no wonder agnes liked buying in this particular flower shop. unlike the other flower shops, this one doesn’t just do it for grand tokens or money—they really do love taking of flowers. and not only that, an attractive florist with a big passion for this type of job worked here as well.

“well then, i shall take my leave now back to the castle. once again, i am grateful for your hard work.”

“you are most welcome, your highness..! please do come back anytime.” the florist replies before bowing down. they had such a bubbly personality, friendly is what he’d like to mark it. he had just met them yet he felt like he and this person would get along very well. just as he was about to leave, ritsu stopped his tracks and turned around once again, his face a little red, “oh and hey.”

“yes, your highness…?”

“i haven’t heard your name, yet. pardon me, but…is it alright if i ask for your name?” ritsu says, his breath a little shaken. oh boy, this was the moment he’d waited for. there was a second pause before the florist smiles widely and says, “ah, i apologize for forgetting. my name is y/n, your highness.” they say with another bow.

those words repeated on his head. ‘y/n…what a pretty name. i’ll make sure to remember that…’

“y/n. what a lovely name. well then, y/n, i’d be delighted if i see you again one day. farewell…” and just like that the prince headed out of the store, not bothering to turn around to the two people inside waving goodbye. when he exited, isara was still there as asked. and when the royal knight noticed his presence, he was quick to question.

“finally. what took you so long inside there?” isara began. ritsu ignores him, eyes focused on the bouquet of roses handed to him by the lovely y/n. with that thought, his heart pounds a little, “y/n…”

“what?”

ritsu turns to his royal knight and smiles cheekily, cheeks turning into a blush pink. “nothing~” he replies to isara who rose a brow in curiosity. instead, ritsu hands the bouquet into isara’s arms as he began walking away, a small smile still lingered on his face like a permanent grin, “hold them for me, will ya…? c’mon, maa-kun. let’s head back.”

isara follows from behind, sighing as he held the roses properly in his arms. “you look happy. did something happened inside?”

“secret~”

“oh come on, you never hid secrets from me…!”

the two had a loud chatter on their way back to the palace. the king and queen were both bewildered of why their son was happy throughout the entire day.

***

the day of the royal ball had arrived.

royals from all different kingdoms had been invited along with all the citizens in the kingdom ruled by the sakuma family were allowed to come in the palace for the ball—in order to look for a perfect wife for rei.

ritsu was disinterested into this idea. yet at the same time, a certain person who he had been thinking about all week might be invited, too, with that thought ritsu was a little excited. he hopes y/n would arrive. the only main reason he decided to join in the party.

“so, any special guests arriving from different kingdoms?”

“prince leo tsukinaga from the tsukinaga family and prince tsukasa suou from the suou family, are both arriving with their royal knights izumi sena and arashi narukami. also along with prince subaru from the akehoshi family and prince hokuto from the famous hidaka family will be arriving as well with their royal guardians makoto yuuki and hajime shino.��

“well at least they’re coming…another reason to come along this ball party.” ritsu fixes his posture as isara calmly brushes his hair, along with fixing his attire for the royal ball party tonight.

“oh—and also, prince keito from the hasumi family with his two royal knights souma and kuro kiryu will be arriving as well to pay a visit to your brother. they’ve known each other since childhood if i remember quite well.”

“not like i care. keito is already skilled enough with the blade, i’m a little buzzed of why he needs two knight guards.”

“that saying much. look at your brother, he has one royal knight and two servants. twin pairs of you’d like to add it up…” isara says with a soft chuckle.

“meh. but i just wanna see my other friends again..i bet se-chan would wander over the palace along with prince leo to look for your friend. his name again…?”

“makoto, his name is makoto. considering they’ll be both arriving with their highnesses, i’m sure your prediction would be true,” isara replies, laughing a little. “also about prince leo, isn’t he going to have a coronation next month for his title as the king?” the royal knight questioned next. ritsu hums. “oh yeah…we should come over and visit him. we should also get him some presents to spoil him even more after he takes over his family kingdom’s throne. ahh~ i can’t believe how fast time pasts. i remembered the days he was just one loud prince roaming around the hallways of the palace. heh~”

“it’s crazy how it’s time for him to descend to the throne for the tsukinaga family. not to mention of how mature prince leo actually is as a prince once you get on his serious side…” isara comments, in which ritsu simply hummed in reply. he felt young when he’s around other princes. ritsu had no idea why, it was just a feeling he disliked despite being older than some of them. same age even. once the two were finished in getting ready, the clock struck at 6pm—meaning the ball was about to begin shortly.

dozens of guests had already arrived at the palace. some were even unmarried princesses coming in their best gowns to impress the one and only prince sakuma rei. familiar faces had also attended, like prince tsukasa who greeted ritsu with a warm embrace along with arashi, his royal knight. prince keito had also arrived shortly after, looking mature as always as he headed straight to visit rei at his room. duke adonis had arrived with a present for ritsu’s brother, and when one of rei’s guards, koga—saw him, he immediately shook his hand and walked away to follow him to where rei was currently at.

most of the visitors are not close with the second prince. and at the moment, it was only prince tsukasa, arashi, prince leo (soon to be king), and his royal knight izumi in ritsu’s room, getting ready and well rested before the huge party begins. not only were their presence made ritsu comfortable around them, but the way the topics they talked about was so familiar to his ears that it was satisfying for him to stay with them. isara had headed off to see prince hidaka who had arrived with prince subaru down the party that had begun.

“prince leo, please do watch your words…you’re going to be king soon, you mustn’t act like that.”

“i can’t help it…! not only did that prince tori got me into another word from my father but he even got his royal servant involved with our business…! argh..” leo leans down on his seat, crossing his arms as he muttered a few curses underneath his breath in complaint. “this is why i hate when the himemiya family comes to visit my father for a few royal talks…”

“yuzuru is not just an excellent servant for his highness tori but also a great knight. i’m a little jealous with his skills if i’m being honest,” izumi cuts in, comfortably resting his arm on top of the chair leo was sitting on. arashi hops in as well, still keeping her straight posture as she stood next to tsukasa, “a great knight and a good looking knight~! i’m jealous of the prince tori having such a handsome man like him to be his royal servant and knight…!” she exclaims, caressing both of her cheeks in awe.

“i can imagine dancing around the ballroom in the most beautiful dress…oh how i wish i was a princess…”

“i can request one of our personal dress makers to make you an outfit that’s similar to a dress if you want, narukami,” prince tsukasa tells the royal knight who bowed respectfully before him, “no need to, my prince. i’m perfectly fine the way i am. beautiful and brave.”

“that’s the spirit.”

“hey guys…i think we should head down now. the royal ball’s about to begin.” izumi began to fix his attire and waited for leo along with the others to stand up and head down as well. ritsu almost fell asleep on his bed, but good thing prince leo was able to wake him up.

the ballroom was exquisite. with a thousand glamour of each chandelier hanging from the ceilings, food placed across every table cooked by the most talented chefs in the palace, and not to mention the stunning women that arrived to hopes to be chosen to become rei’s wife for tonight’s royal ball. with a blink of an eye, everyone went in separate directions, leaving ritsu standing by his own. leo and izumi went straight to the food table, while tsukasa and arashi were both cornered by sudden strikes of conversations. and as for ritsu…he was bored. and alone. besides, the person he longed to see, was nowhere near his eye sight. with a yawn escaping his lips, he decided to just head outside as the party inside continued.

the air from the royal garden never failed to bring a smile upon ritsu’s face when entering. just the scent was enough to make him feel energized than before, striking up a straight posture as he made his way towards the roses section. he loved being alone at the royal garden. whether isara was available or not, he loves it. it was cold night, the sounds of loud crickets echoing in the wind while the other side was the loud blasts of classical music performing. he could some strangers’ loud chatting from out here, and ritsu grew a little annoyed. if only they would mimic their voices a little lower then that would be brilliant.

the male continued to walk down the path of purple tulips, with the most gorgeous patterned he had seen in the garden. his fingers brushed their soft petals, reminding him like a touch of a pillow case. he laughs at the thought, until his eyes caught a figure not too far away. ritsu stops right at his tracks.

‘hold on…they look…familiar…’ ritsu slowly adjusted his eyes. thank goodness the moon was shining bright tonight. within a further inspection, ritsu felt his heart racing like before.

the figure…it was them. it was y/n.

he can feel himself smile. he could’ve hardly recognized them. their attire…they looked so…amazing. with their hair fixed and a little brushed to the back, eyes looking to only the flower that seemed to be a peonie that lies around the other bushes. how their eyes reflected so tenderly beneath the moonlight that illuminated—ritsu felt like he was hypnotized by their appearance. he didn’t even felt like walking towards them due to how nervous he felt.

well, his prayers were definitely answered when y/n turns their head to his direction and immediately stood back up. “y-your highness…!” they say, a little startled as they bowed at ritsu, politely. “i’m really sorry if i somehow entered the garden area. i just couldn’t help it, i-i didn’t want to enter the palace just yet and—

“shh..” ritsu shushes them, a finger on his lips. y/n obliges. “it’s alright. no need to apologize, this area is allowed. for you that is…” now having enough courage to walk next to their side. y/n sheepishly fiddled with their fingers, eyes darting away from ritsu whom they thought was looking at them. turns out he was looking at the peonies.

“i don’t really like peonies…but they are pretty i must agree. miss agnes told me once that peonies can grow big and gobble me up if i don’t eat my vegetables…heh, i can’t believe i actually believed that….though, i was just a toddler during that time so i can’t really blame myself either…”

y/n looks at ritsu who then looked back at them, eyes meeting with one another. “miss agnes? oh wait, she sounds familiar..!” y/n spoke. ritsu smiles, looking over to the moon, “she was the garden taker here before at the palace. so whenever i visit the royal garden for a nap, i would see her taking care of the flowers no matter how many they are. but sadly…she passed away…”

“oh…i’m sorry.”

“you don’t have to be. it’s not like we’re that close. yet…yeah, i do kinda miss her…” ritsu’s face shifted into a frown, and the two were once again, clouded with silence. y/n didn’t know what to say. they were a little bewildered off what to tell the prince in order to give him some kind of comfort. they weren’t good at them…

“the roses..”

“huh?”

ritsu turns his face to y/n and smiles. “come with me, i want to show you were i placed the roses i bought from your store.” with a hand reached out, the intrigued florist took the prince’s hand, and they both sped out of the peonies section, onwards the rose garden. it was like a fairy tale, with the moon dancing underneath their faces that glows, y/n’s eyes could only follow prince ritsu’s hand that held on theirs, heart skipping beats.

as the two arrived to the rose garden, y/n’s eyes stopped to look at the entire bouquet of roses placed neatly on each collection, shaping into hearts and other shapes that caught her visible attention. the florist mouthed a small ‘wow,’ absolutely mesmerized by the sight. so…this was what the royal garden looked liked. so fancy, pretty and…mouth dropping. miss agnes and the other servants that took care of this garden indeed did a splendid job. “i like taking naps in here. if i don’t feel comfortable in my bedroom at afternoons, then i would sleep here in the rose garden. it’s more relaxing in the afternoon.” y/n somehow notices that when they saw an area on the side that’s able for someone to nap on.

“i see…”

“so, what made you attend this party? you certainly don’t look like someone to go out and wear amazing clothing.”

y/n lets out a sigh before answering. “after you visited, my grandmother heard the announcement of the royal ball that’ll be held next week. she thought that maybe i would make an amazing guest for the ballroom, since ‘we gave the most beautiful roses to his highness.”

ritsu chuckles, “is that so? then maybe your grandmother isn’t wrong.”

“you’re right, your highness. i don’t like going to events like this. i’d rather stay at home and help her work in the shop. my grandma could be so stubborn sometimes…she’s already old yet she still works so hard and often makes me head to bed first before she does…” y/n slowly sits down on a bench made out of stone, while ritsu did the same. “i work extra hard so that she won’t overwork herself. losing my grandmother is the last thing i’d want in this world…whenever she’d work a lot i start to feel worthless…it’s a pain sometimes, your highness…”

“don’t feel that way. look, you’re working extra hard just for her, you should feel better for that, already. it may not be noticeable, and i know i don’t always visit your flower shop, but i bet she’s proud of how determined you are just for her…” y/n’s eyes went wide a little, however they closed as they smiled softly. “t-thank you ever much for your words, your highness. that made me feel a little better…”

the conversation stopped when the sounds of violin and the cello began to play inside of the palace doors. the sounds of everyone’s footsteps in position, and the sounds of people dancing begun to run around ritsu’s ears in surprise.

ah, of course. it was time for the dance.

standing up, ritsu lends his hand in front of y/n who seemed stunned by the sudden action. with a deep breath, ritsu says, “the music is playing. now, may i have this dance with you, y/n?”

“eh? m-me?”

“well who else am i asking? it’s just the two of us in here. don’t worry, i wanna dance with you.”

y/n felt their cheeks heating up. as they took the prince’s hand, ritsu helps them stand up and now the two of them were in dancing positions. the music began to coordinate inside the room, and as it did, ritsu begun to lead the dance, making y/n yelp by how fast he was at doing so. the fear of stepping in a royal’s foot was on their mind at the moment. but ritsu cuts that off, “it’s fine. if you don’t know how to dance that is…” y/n blushes in small embarrassment. ritsu chuckles.

the two spun around blissfully in the garden, only the stars and heaven watching as the two danced beneath the moonlight. eyes staring at nothing else but at each other. it indeed came out straight from a fairy tail. a florist and a prince. how almost so cliche. but so lovely.

when the music stopped, the two stopped dancing as well—catching their breaths with small smiles. ritsu sends the florist a beam, and y/n smiles back.

“may i have another dance with you, y/n?”

“yes you may, my prince.”

a/n: omfg that took so long to finish

requests: closed :(

[peoplepersonoaktree]

Is this how I reply to comments like this? Idk. Anyway~

@banana-pancake5 if you actually wanted me to answer this, here-

HOLY CRAP THIS IS GONNA BE LONG-

Hopefully not too long- I'll try not to rant too much, we'll se tho

so, the Au is your basic, “what if Mikey wasn’t able to open a portal?” Au, which has been done a whole lot, I know, but oh well. I’ve been working on it since like, July and I’ve only gotten to pg 19, so idk if I’ll ever finish it.

so, one day, in like, mid June, when I first started actually trying to draw the turtles, I started drawing a thing in this little baby sketchbook I have, based on the song “Georgia” by Jonah Kagen. And then I sent it to my friend. And then it grew and we eventually came up with this and this entire storyline. We just kinda plotted this thing out where like, two weeks after the invasion, Donnie starts getting these weird visions of Leo in the prison dimension because why not, and tries to get him back with Casey's help or whatever because he thinks that these visions mean that Leo's still alive. Here’s the original pictures because I think they can be in here-

Idk. I didn’t know how to draw clothes and still don’t 😃👍

I don’t think I’ll ever post the comic on tumblr or anywhere because I probably won’t ever finish it, but if I get to a certain point in the comic, (which is way far away) maybe I will. Idk.

*Cough* and then I also have a mini thing where I turned them all into mushroom people but that's a whole different thing-

NOW TO THE KID’S SHOW WHICH IS THE PART I’M ACTUALLY EXCITED ABOUT~

Like I said in this post, my friend texted me at like, 2 am on a school night, and was like, "Hey, hey hey... wanna write and animate a kid's show w/ me??" and I said heck yeah because I definitely have time for that. I asked her if she had any idea for what it would be about or anything like that and she did not, so we just kinda... pulled something out of the ground the next day and I ended up getting obsessed.

So, the kid's show...

We haven't figured out a name for it because we're both indecisive, which is... bad if you're trying to get something done. But we got characters and half a storyline settled!

So, the show is centered around four main characters, Atlas (A deer), Fern (A fox), Nutmeg (Mouse), and M I L D R E D (a chickadee). They're also in the post linked above.

The show would be about these four, going on little adventures, exploring the forest where they live, discovering odd creatures (thinking about adding in a few Acorn Creetchurs because that would be fun) and just living life

but as the series continues, the colors start to get more muted and the backgrounds start to get more gray, as if the life is being drained out of the forest.

one day, while exploring, they come upon this odd sort of... black goop that's spreading across the forest floor, infecting and killing everything it comes into contact with. Then, the four of them have to find a way to stop the spread of this odd goop. This goop represents pollution/deforestation, and we have a few ideas for how the goop started, one of my favorites being that it's controlled by some sort of animal spirit that grew up in a heavily polluted area and died at a young age because of the conditions and the only reason it's spreading is because it wants to be able to breathe fresh air and drink clean water for once, but it can't, because everything it touches immediately becomes polluted.

We both went into this knowing absolutely N O T H I N G about animating, so it'll probably be a few years until we're actually able to do anything with this, if we do anything with it.

That- that little animation is the most I can do with animation. That's the best I got.

[duckybarnes1917]

ABC'S of Why Lana is Awesome

🎉 HAPPY BIRTHDAY LANA BABY! 🎉

@rookthorne we love you, keep reading to find out just how much 🥰

A - amazingly beautiful inside and out. @sgt-seabass

B - beautiful person inside and out, with the biggest heart of gold @sebstanwhore

C - creativity is intelligence having fun and it shows in everything you share with us. @navybrat817

D - deftly creates absorbing universes. @biteofcherry

E - enthusiasm that's completely contagious and inspiring @buckets-and-trees

F - fun! I have the most fun talking to you and it's one of the things I looked forward to most every day @duckybarnes1917

G - girl you are drop dead gorgeous! And don't you ever forget it! @duckybarnes1917

H - has boundless energy and enthusiasm, lighting up any space you step in. @buckyismybicycle

I - imagination knows no bounds. Your beautiful mind creates the most incredible stories and I adore everything you create. @goldylions

J - joyful, talking to you always lifts my spirits and gets me excited about whatever is we are talking about or working on. @duckybarnes1917

K - kindness - the care and kindness you treat me with means so much to me. You are so lovely and I cherish every interaction we have. As my favorite tag says "rookthorne owns my 😻 and my heart" @goldylions

L - lyubov' can be felt in everything you do and can be invoked by everyone whose lives you touch @smutconnoisseur

M - murder - constantly murdering hearts, minds, and vaginas with your stories and ideas and mischief. @buckets-and-trees

N - naturally warm, kind, funny, and resilient. You inspire people. @navybrat817

O - obedient - you can be such a good girl when you want to 😉 @duckybarnes1917

P - personable - you truly welcomed me into this community when I didn't really feel like I belonged. If it wasn't for you and your infectious joy and selfless kindness, I don't think I would have stayed around as long as I have. I love you @duckybarnes1917

Q - quintessential in making my tumblr experience amazing and joyful @biteofcherry

R - radiates warmth and love in every word, action, post or comment @vonalyn

S - sweet as sugar, yet just as spicy! 🌶 wishing you all the sweet, slutty birthday wishes in the world 😉 @buckyismybicycle

T - the way you so effortlessly bring your ideas to life through your stories is awe inspiring, and you never fail to bring me to my knees with all your AUs - crafted so perfectly - and your daddies I will forever drool over @sebstanwhore

U - unstoppable- nothing keeps you down for long and I admire that so much. You inspire me every day to be a stronger version of myself @duckybarnes1917

V - villainous - in the way you write the most heart wrenching stories that make me wanna crawl in a dark hole and cry myself to sleep, only for you then slap me in the face the most pussy throbbing smut I've ever read. AN ICON. @duckybarnes1917

W - when we are together, we create chaos, and your laughter warms my heart @smutconnoisseur

X - X-factor. You've got it in spades baby. @duckybarnes1917

Y - your kindness, and fun loving spirit never fails to warm my heart and make me feel part of something magical. @sgt-seabass

Z - zany- because if we're gonna do anything we're gonna laugh. I love you babe, happy birthday 💕 @duckybarnes1917

[chequered-career]

hi! i am new to this community and i've been kind of stalking the tag for a while and saw you come up multiple times. i really like your stuff, and was wondering where i can go from here? are there any other blogs you'd recommend i go to for g/t of dsmp or content similar to yours?

oh boy do i have the list for you! :D

if it's art you're hoping for specifically, @/goosedawn draws AMAZING dsmp g/t comics!! she has so much talent and i look up to her a lot @/oh-i-need-a-name is a brilliant writer and artist and just an awesome person in general <3 their writing gives me actual chills. if you like g/t SBI I'd absolutely recommend checking out their blog!! @/blurrybunnie has written some great g/t stuff! @/giant-tiny-squid has a huge collection of g/t works and they're all SO GOOD. literally can't recommend their writing enough, especially if you're a fan of c!George and c!Dream @/corysmiles also has lots and lots of wonderful g/t writing! @/x-pair-o-dice-x writes (and draws!) really cool g/t things and has some particularly nifty AUs! @/aslitheryprinx has written fabulous dsmp fics, both specifically g/t and not, all of them super fun :DD totally recommend if you're a fan of SBI and found family! @/brick-a-doodle-do writes really really good g/t too!

just a quick heads-up, most of these blogs occasionally write/draw sfw platonic vore. it's always tagged though (and usually indicated in a pinned post too)

[grayintogreen]

Since I hit 200 fics posted to AO3, I thought I'd do the ABC's of fic meme, because I'm only four letters off from having the full set and I'm not entirely sure WHEN I might fill those letters. If I do, I'll just do another one with DIFFERENT FICS.

Fun facts: I have 15 fics that start with "and" and 9 that start with "this."

Given CR is my main fandom and makes up the bulk of my fics, I tried to make them all CR unless I couldn't (note: I could) and stuck to one-shots only (if I could- note: i could). If at all applicable, I chose the ones that I love that don't have as much attention because why not circulate them a bit?

I'm not apologizing for how many are Tombtakers-related. Those are my children and also have the least attention because... I'm fixated on minor characters.

OKAY LET'S DO THIS.

A: all the things we gave up for the things we could gain. (Creecien) I have been told that this fic actively punches you in the face and steals your lunch money.

B: born for the scythe and the thorn. (Jayne Merriweather) Most of my B fics broke the threshold of "a decent amount of attention." This one was written for Critmas last year and I can't even remember if I actually let it hit the main tag. It's just a little Jayne backstory fic.

C: cut my teeth on the bread of pure temptation. (Essek & Lucien) This is one of my only Essek POV fics. Just a random meeting between Essek and the Tombtakers in the style of the Last Temptation of Christ, because I'm a pretentious asshole.

D: don't be chosen- make the choice to choose. (Kingsley & Orly) Another fic I wrote for last year's Critmas. A little conversation between Orly and King.

E: every dream i dream is founded in what came before. (Lucien) I know I link this one a lot and I didn't want to do it again, but it's one of my favorite Lucien character studies.

F: for the laughter in her eyes, i'd be a madman to refuse. (Lucien & Jester) This one actually broke my kudos threshold but shhh. I love it.

G: give me black cat bones as the clock strikes thirteen. (Tombtakers) A Tombtakers caper-fic that I love dearly.

H: he'll never know how much you've done. (Creecien) This one is set in the same timeline as this church takes no conversions but it doesn't require you to have read it. It's just some weird Creecien h/c with the usual Lucien bastard shit.

I: it's all swords and spades so cut me slowly. (Kash & Zahra) a rare CR1 fic from me. I just love writing Kash POV.

J: just tell me i'm allowed to stay right where you are. (Creecien) LOOK THIS WAS THE ONLY J FIC. I'm not picking the Creecien fics on purpose. (mostly)

K: the king lies bleeding. This one is, admittedly, the ninth part of an overarching fic series so it means nothing to most people unless you just wanna read Lucien getting dom-bombed by Cree for being reckless while Caleb is just like "that's hot." It's my only K fic okay.

L: life is not a game that has a clear and present winner. (Beau & Molly) A little Beau and Molly friendship fic with Molly character development.

M: may your princes understand you (may your wolves get out alive). (Jester & Artagan) This one also beat my kudos threshold but it was the lowest of the CR M's. And I still love this fic- the villain of it was the OC that Ira replaced in OUADYA.

N: never trust the tenor of the skies. ANOTHER FIC FROM EARTHQUAKE WEATHER. IT WAS THE ONLY N. Whatever man. The combination redemption arc/corruption arc is great. You just probably don't want to come in on the middle. (also yes I know i got the god wrong from Caleb's backstory, but it's an AU)

O: once you see the midway, you've already lost. (Jester and Artagan) I think we're seeing a theme in what I write. This one is a cute little thing I wrote for Critmas. I love writing Artagan interacting with other fey.

P: prayed at your altar with a pilgrim's devotion. (Creecien) Yeah, look, shut up. This one is just MEAN. And a horror story.

Q: No fic.

R: remember me as something bigger than i was. (Yasha & Kingsley) Another Critmas story. I love writing stories about the Nein accepting Kingsley's decision to treat Molly like a brother and adopting him as THEIR baby brother too.

S: said the fool to his majesty dethroned. (Molly & Lucien) I was trying not to do super recent fics, but most of the S-fics were either multichapters or fics that had plenty of attention and this one was my favorite Mollymauk Week fic.

T: trapped in the walls of my skin. (Lucien) WHO WANTS TO READ A HORROR STORY ABOUT COMING BACK TO YOUR BODY USED AND VIOLATED. SURE YA DO.

U: No fic.

V: a victim that doesn't play fair. (Beau) This one was the only fic that started with v. Warnings for gladiator slavery, etc. It has a happy ending.

W: when the ice melts, will we still be skating circles?: (Creecien) This was my first Creecien fic, guys!! It's just as terrible as you'd expect of these assholes!

X: No fic.

Y: you will be the king no longer when we reach the glade. (Jester and Lucien) Every great Lucien redemption story starts with a panic attack. Also I love the reoccurring lines in this one. And also star Molly.

Z: No fic.

[mochiwrites]

AT YOU, KICKS YOUR DOOR DOWN MOCHI OH MY GOD YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES i love me some character whumping

ANYEWAY OH MY GOD YES! ITS BACK! SONGBIRD AU!!! my beloved. my little criture in a jar. For the spookiest of seasonings. AND its the story whos title made me the most 👀👀👀

Grian's spidey sense for danger and weird and creepy is so. It is. Mmm yes. I could like feel the dramatic zoom in on the doorknob and the atmosphere dlkgaagads. I can see the cinematic shot in my mind. it is everything to me and ITS! THE PACING! IT IS SO WELL DONE!!!

god that wrong wrong wrong wrong wrONG part is going to rattle around in my brain forever.

Also I highkey know nothing about taurtis bc this is the first fanfic ive ever seen him in and i havent watched [or whatever it is you do w] yhs?? idk what it is actually at all. but. 👀👀I like him. I feel like i know enough about him to be thoroughly invested in whats making grians spidey senses throw so FAR OFF INTO THE VOID

Also I love a shopping montage that goes from 2000s teen comedy film to late 2000s summer horror flick wowow. The SHOPKEEPER is so CREEPY oh my GOD. is he meant to be cubs old skin I wonder bc I feel like. you mentioned something about Cub which I will not mention here bc i cant remember if it was a mentioned thing on your blog or in our dms but 👀👀I am Eyeing Him. My Eye is Upon him.

AND THEN THE ANXIETY IN A LEG BOUNCE IS JUST DFKLHHSDG THE UP DOWN UP DOWN UP DOWN IS SO GOOD TO GET THE SENTENCE STRUCTURE FOLLOWING THE SAME BOUNCING!!! AH!!! The way it pinpointed the focus of the entire scene is just. magnidficent. I love it so much.

I LOVE HIM JUST GOING TO MR JUMBO HIMSELF AND JUST BEING LIKE "Nope Im in you dont get a choice hi hello" because. AHHHH yes!!! yes!!!!!!!!! force your way in grian!!!! do it!!!! its gonna make a mess and its PERFECT!!!!!!! esp considering the circus fic comes after that and the published chapter has already made a MESS of grian I am OBSESSED.

I need to watch season 7 I need to consume og grumbot back on your grum and jrum. I want to know about the Son. I feel like I never seen mumbo w like. Kids around. I feel like a lot of the fics I see its like Scar and Grian so im like 👀👀👀look at my mumbo man.

I dont want to call it a bit but its 11 pm for me and my brain cant think of what its actually called so the way the bit dies on Mumbos lips as soon as he sees how upset grian is???? is ???????? I am?????/ yes.

G O D i love this!!! There's like this real heart and soul of 'something deeply serious is happening but theres an adventure here too" that makes me want to gnaw on something I love this so much kdslag

MY DOOR !!!!!! HOW DARE !!!!!!!!

fun fact this was supposed to be the second fic that went up but I finished it first sooooo cbfbfbfgf just in time for spooky season >:3c

I had a Little too much fun writing that door scene omg. I’m really trying to work on my horror writing abilities and building up suspense is always my favorite part !!! repeating phrases <3333

and GOD THE SHOP KEEPER PART !!!! all I will say is: good times ahead ;3

that hospital scene is absolutely one of my favorite bits of writing, For Sure. the build up of anxiety and guilt that grian feels, and it accumulates into him barging into mumbo’s house and yelling at him…. it sets a Wonderful stage for dragging gri in and making a mess of things.

I’m super excited to really start to dig into the lore and the happenings of the situation at hand aaaaaaa !!!! but there’s a journey here and we have to walk that journey with the characters and experience it through their eyes and <3333 it’s gonna be really fun !!!!

[squigglywindy]

L O V E Y S Q U I G for the ask game :D

Dragon. Oh honey you know how much I like to talk.

L (What's the weirdest AU you've ever come up with): I've only ever really kind of written one AU. I started it and scrapped it fairly quickly but it was fun while it lasted. Basic premise: The Boys go to college. They all live on the same floor of some residence hall. They suffer the absolute roller coaster that has been my college experience (I've been here six years, there's a bit to work with) and have a good time. Time is the RA. That is all.

O (How begin, plot or characters): Usually characters! Most of the time I think 'hmm, I'd like to explore this dynamic' and then come up with a scenario for it, but every once in awhile I'll think of the scenario first and work backwards.

V (A secondary or underrated character you want to see more of in fic?): Aryll my precious beloved child I have devoured all ao3 has to offer and it is Not Much

E (If sequel, what about): Given I've only shared one of my disaster fics, I guess a sequel to "Wake Up" would involve reviving Zelda, probably giving her amnesia because I'm Mean, and doing a whole little adventure where those two clueless amnesiacs try to figure out what's going on

Y (A character you want to protect): Y'know, I want to say Wind. I really want to. But also? I get way too much joy out of his suffering so... If my scattered writings are anything to go by, I can't bring myself to do much to Twilight (Gee, wonder why...the poor guy)

S (Any random tropes you can't resist?): Found family my beloved I eat that up every time

Q (Any discarded scenes / storylines / projects): There's several, but the one I got the furthest on was one where there were these New Baddies who showed up and snatched Wind and Four and had them locked up for like...three weeks, I think, interrogating them about some guy called The Shadow Wielder who nobody knew was Sky the whole time, but was, and it got really dark really fast and I threw it out. Partly because I had no idea how to resolve it (or explain how Sky became TSW) but mostly because I was Way Too Mean

U (Pairing you might like to write but haven't): I'm a sucker for Zelink but aside from when I killed her, Zelda hasn't even been there for anything I've written so I haven't actually played with it.

I (Guilty pleasure in reading and/or writing): Same for both tbh. Absolutely wrecking these poor souls and then piecing them back together with The Power of Friendship. Not the All Bad things. The Bad But Hey Look It Gets Better

G (Favorite crack fic): Not really sure what qualifies as a crack fic? I mostly read H/C so... ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

As you can probably tell, I have a pretty sizable stack of random snippets and abandoned works :)

[in-the-gutter-looking-up]

NaNoWriMo Information

Heyyyyyyyyy

Okay so, if y'all don't know me, I'm the person who posted the first chapter of Wanted For Vandalism in like June then just... kinda vanished. WELL, I'M BACK! A N D I'M DOING NANOWRIMO!

If y'all look at my profile (Looking_Up_At_The_Stars) you'll see two different projects.

Wanted For Vandalism. This is a fic that currently has two chapters up on ao3 (oh yeah, i posted chapter 2). This fic is a fun, low-effort writing project that I'm not going to be stressing over a lot, it'll probably be somewhat short when it's finished and it's a lighthearted little Modern-AU ATLA fic!

TBN. This is a l o n g fic that I have been wanting to write for a while. I have the prologue and part of the first chapter done walking into November, but it's labeled as Prepping because there is a lot of outlining and planning left to be done. While WFV is going to be a fun lighthearted fic, this is going to be... not that. I'm not going to release a lot of details right now, and it won't be ready to post for a while, but I am super excited for this one. As more work gets done and I start finalizing some details of the AU I'll start posting more info about it, but for now there isn't much to share.

But yeah! These are the projects I'm working on this year and I'm really excited to post updates about my progress!

[muggycuphead]

weird flex but ok i guess pt.2

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War… Hold up, do we really need a warning for this one? Dunno, but however, watch out for slightly disturbing and kinda…disgusting imagery, trypophobic patterns, as well as ‘necrotic’ designs I made while having funky fever bc o h  m y  g o d do I get a little crazier  every new quarantine day (and at this point it’s coming to be an usual thing for me, big sad). However, most are made no other than for the sole sake of satire, so y’know, no need to get your underwear in a twist

Friday Night Funkin’ BoyFriend’s Hood – AU fanconcept sketches [II]

EDIT 09/06/2023: Updated the traditional drawing with a rescanned, more clean version

1.-BFH FC 1 – Grawlbert

[Cutscene-styled script for partial storytell / character introduction sake –andbcwhynot-]

Scenario: Things happening in the zombie place past the dark alley; BF confronting Grawlbert face-to-face

Grawlbert

(#Been a while since last time we saw lil BF on da hood, yo)

(#City life really did wonders with you, dog)

(#Real shame your comeback had to be on these circumstances, tho…)

BoyFriend

(*Truth be told, these are the main reason I’m here)

(*Gotta do what must be done to help the hood, am I right?)

Grawlbert

(#Hmph, remaining as noble as when being small B, yo)

(#I know a way that’ll go well with ya, bro)

(#But ya gotta show off how much you can stand to have it, y’know)

BoyFriend

(*Try me!)

Grawlbert

(#Aight then. Brunze, get it going!)

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Remember the zombie dude I mentioned before? Yeah it is him, say hi to the internet bert-

I’ll confess something though, before this one, I did another design specifically for a side project of mine that also has some FNF/NG references to it (andiwontdenyitbcihaverespectforthecreatorsthatcamefromthereilya) and then based myself off of it to make this guy, but trying to keep the similarities at range

Basically, I ripped myself off…unless we consider it as a AlterChar case (plus this isn’t canon anyway so i can fiddle with it if I want to heehee-)

Though, to be one of my ‘first’ zombie designs, it looks neat even if I say so myself

Trying new art tropes and styles is really fun, ngl

2.-BF’s cracked microphone

Aw man, you broke my mic-

For this one I initially though it to be during the oof moment with the eye snek and stuff, but I reimagined it to be in the later later

I won’t say why it’s cracked yet, though you can figure out things of it, won’t mind

3.- BFH FC 2 – StyX

[Cutscene-styled script for partial storytell / character introduction sake –andbcwhynot-]

**Side note: This event is kinda ‘unchained’ by the time I write it up (ergo, no idea what happened before hand in concrete sense), so I’ll only focus on the encounter alone for now.

Scenario: Inside what we’d consider to be a freak circus’ ‘warehouse’ (or something of that sort) that has been made a mess of, an anthropomorphic hyena is sitting on the corner on its own, facing backwards and having passive-aggresive physical spasms every so and then and in different parts of its body, tail included.

As BF comes by, the hyena’s ears twitch up, as it starts sniffing the surroundings until spots the human behind them.

Quick transition (camera goes off and on)

Insert average battle stage layout w/ GF here

Styx

WhyY, lOoh -Oohkie thErre!

WEe gOt sOome NeEw guests Overr tOo thEe pAarrTYy!

aAnd One Of thEem’s aA rrEeAl trrEeAt tOo thEe EeYeE!

HeRr smEell’s nOt tHaAt chAarrmIing, thOougghh…

GirlFriend

Repulsion. Don’t you dare come near me or else, you mange bag

Styx

WhAat?? YoOuu AfRrAaid Of cloOwnss??

GirlFriend

No, I fear you’ll give me awful zombie rabies by a touch alone

BoyFriend

(*Aight, cut it out now)

(Hey Mr. McCooties, is it here where the power source of this place’s at? Y’know, cuz of the blackout thing and stuff)

Styx

YEeS!

AanDd AeE guEsSs yOou’re thEe One whOo wIll sOo “ffIxX” Eet, wOn’t yOUu, lIttLe mUusiCkAll bOYy?

WeEell thEen, lEet’s gEet thE shOoOw goOing, mYy dUude!

Frowns with a wider smile. …and yOu bEtter mAke yOur pArt gOod.

Lightly savage. I’m dOing sOme bIg Efforts hEre to kEep mYself from STRAIGHT UP tEaring yOu Open lIke mY cAge’s bEd pIllow

BoyFriend

Normal+‘Ough’ face. Ah…

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Speaking of old OCs making their comeback…also furries (I’m having pico’s school love conquers all flashbacks now help me-)

And OOPS I accidentally drew him on BF’s position, sorry sorry will fix later pinkie promise

Yes this boi was an old OC of mine that used to be a low-key clown and used to wear an orange-ish handkerchief round his neck

Now he’s a lame excuse for a Joker wannabe that plays a fool out of himself for mere cash…oh and he’s also quite the aggressive type when he’s bothered, reason why he wears a shock collar as you can see there

But since there is no electricity it’s no longer an issue for him so he can do what pleases him…rap included

And about how he is able to breathe…he’s kind of an undead too so sdfghj-

4.- Eye-nimals…?

Got a little carried away with the eye morph idea, oopsie

I’d say, despite how unsettling they might look, I think they’re kind of cute...spookute (?)

5.-BFH FC 3 – Madame le Momst

[Cutscene-styled script for partial storytell / character introduction sake –andbcwhynot-]

**Side note: This event is kinda ‘unchained’ by the time I write it up (ergo, no idea what happened before hand in concrete sense), so I’ll only focus on the encounter alone for now. (2)

Scenario: Momst’s boutique(?).

Madame le Momst

Oh my feathers, hello there, little darlings!

Come in, come in, I’m all for visits tonight~

Pigeon Pit

HELLO!

Crook Crow

…hey

BoyFriend

(*S’up)

GirlFriend

Hi there              

Madame le Momst

It’s been so long since I had someone coming to my boutique…

Lowered smile. …Since the blackout not only took my beloved music away, but also my fashion motivation

Sad. I’ve been trying to make new confections, but I just can’t come up with anything, as I so used to do before…

Cuckoo glance…and by just hearing that, you might tell it kinda has gotten me a little…too out of my head lately, to say the least

GirlFriend

You don’t say, dear.

BoyFriend

(*Well, I can help you out on that if you like)

Madame le Momst

Oh, you would do that for me?

BoyFriend

(*Sure! Why else do you think I came over here anyway?)

Madame le Momst

Oh, so kind of you!~

Defying. …Still, you better make that kindness stand up enough towards my expectations

Sinister. And if you not, well…let’s just say your little girlfriend will have to compensate the loss

Cuckoo-er glance. I’ve heard demon eyes are quite the prettiest of jewels in this kind of industry after all

GirlFriend

Heh, not even a chance, honey

Crook Crow

Sharp stares. Don’t underestimate me, woman

GirlFriend

Sharp stares back. …

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I’ll express my feelings towards this character through a meme:

Therapist

-Female half-naked birb with tits doesn’t exist, she can’t hurt you

Female half-naked birb with tits

-Staring deep into my soul

I’m as lost as you might be, but this was out of a little memory of mine where my good ol’ friend Algid and I were talking about VB’s Ink Amalgam and I suddenly brought the idea of it looking like Momo

And well, here I am

You can tell I didn’t have much to think about and just went with the flow on this one, it was kind of fun still so whateva

Also really clever of me covering her crotch but not her tits

Pft-

Sweet Jesus woman cover those nips of yours, no one needed to see them that closely t h a n k    y o u

6.-BFH FC 4 – Sarco Daddy/Mummy Daddy

[Cutscene-styled script for partial storytell / character introduction sake –andbcwhynot-]

Scenario: Mummy Club’s interior; MumDaddy’s ‘office’ specifically

BF enters past the ‘stringdoor‘ alongside GF; they’re dressed with the same fashion of the ‘staff’

BoyFriend

(*Good evening ladies and gents, I’m looking for the owner of this place)

Mummu Ka

Oh, you wanna see the master, cutey?

Zuu Xha

Jhe’ll be jhere in a zecondd, don’t worry

MumDaddy enters the room from a different stringdoor

Mummy Daddy

What’s going on here?

Mummu Ka

Someone’s here to see you, master

Quick transition (camera goes off and on)

Mummy Daddy

So, you said you know how to fix our power leak over here, did you?

BoyFriend

(*Yeah)

Mummu Ka

Concern. I have a feeling we shouldn’t really trust this little boy, master

Zuu Xha

Yea, thiz girl jhe brought jhaz zomething zuspixiouz…

Slightly sharp stares with tongue out. I can zense it from jhere

GirlFriend

Bruh face. That’s because I’m literally next to you, sis.

Zuu Xha

Suspecting. Ztill…

Mummy Daddy

Don’t worry dears, she doesn’t seem to call for trouble here

…Yet

As for you, I’ll give you a chance to try do the magic with our stuff here.

Frown. But if things don’t work out in the end, you’ll get a free sadomasochist session by me personally

And trust me, it’ll be more painful than the human type of play.

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Mummies are really classy to be a part of the undead category, aren’t they?

Yes, this is adult nightclub naughty things confirmed

Don’t worry though, fanonically here BF is an adult already so y’know (?) (I keep him as a shortie bc I’m lazy…and also bc he cute like that)

7.-BFH FC 5 – The Bone-Oilers Leader (Formerly known as ‘Motorbones’)

I changed his ‘name’, yes

It sounded really generic so yeah

He still gangsta tho

8.-Pit and Crowk (Madame Le Momst’s pets/little assistants)

Mommy’s little babies…wicked babies

9.-BFH FC 6 – Grave-nan

[Cutscene-styled script for partial storytell / character introduction sake –andbcwhynot-]

**Event skipped: BF’s quick discharge and final check-up (protocol purposes)**

Scenario: The Hood’s Graffee Streets

GF walking by and looking around carefully

GirlFriend (on though)

They said this was the place I had to go to ask

Hope it wasn’t a scam…

GF accidentally hits a paint can with her shoe

GirlFriend

Ah!

Someone steps in, a freakystein holding another paint can on his hand

Grave-nan

(¬Woah! Watch it!)

GirlFriend

Oh my, sorry

Grave-nan

(¬Say, what’s a pretty lady like you doing around here all alone?)

GirlFriend

Looking for someone that can help me and my BF on this whole blackout mess, that’s for sure.

Grave-nan

(¬So, you got the memo about it, huh?)

(¬Well then, if that’s the case, then I’m the man you’re looking for!)

(Name’s Grave-nan, or Grave for short)

(¬And –wait, did you say BF?)

GirlFriend

Uhm yeah, that’s my partner’s name for short

Grave-nan

(¬Hold up, you mean THE BF? AKA Lil BoyFriend?)

GirlFriend

Blue hair, short height, long brows

That’s my boy if you wanna know

Grave-nan

(¬Frost damn, now you got my attention!)

GirlFriend

My goodness, you guys are really fond with him, aren’t you?

Grave-nan

(¬Heh, yeah!)

(¬…Though, people don’t have the same view of you on this side of the street after what happened during last Friday)

GirlFriend

Crossed arms …

Grave-nan

(¬Yeah, rumors do spread like disease ‘round here)

(¬But in all honesty, for a demon relative, you don’t seem like a threat to me)

GirlFriend

If that’s the case, then we should take that zombie dude who hurt my BF with his snake thing as the main topic

Now that’s what I’d consider to be an actual threat, no bias thoughts at all

Grave-nan

(¬Wait, Unk Grawlbert did that?!)

(¬Darn, now things are twisting to the worse with this outage!)

(¬Still, that wouldn’t have happened if he had a reason other than just…)

(¬…well, bare spitefulness)

(¬Say, did BF encounter with something ‘weird’ going on while he was there?)

(¬…just in case he actually told you, of course)

GirlFriend

Now that you say it, he kind of did

During his stay at the hospital, he did mention something about ‘strange arrow patterns’

Translating his words, ‘instead of a 90 degree angle, they looked as if they were on a 45 one’

Grave-nan claps his hands in realization.

Grave-nan

(¬Now that’s what’s going on)

(¬He expected him to use the ‘diagonal mechanic’!)

(¬…but he didn’t have anything to activate it, I’ll guess)

(¬You multiply that frustration and unconsciousness with the no longer contained zombie instinct)

(¬Then add the idea of BF betraying the hood because he plus you equals nope according to him and most of the old-school zombeeps and zomboops around here)

(¬And BOOM, total mayhem breaks into the party )

(¬Quick maths!)

GirlFriend

Wait, diagonal…what?

Grave-nan

(¬Diagonal mechanic, dear)

(¬It’s a new way of power generation, especially for this kind of situations)

GirlFriend

How does that work?

Grave-nan

(¬Well, it basically turns singing into electricity)

(¬Sound frequency particles being transformed into energy, this that)

(¬Science things, y’know)

(¬And all the magic can be done with the help of this little guy over here)

Grave-nan puts his hand inside his pocket, takes it out, and shows GF a small device as he opens his fist (the little device is slightly on due to his own body’s electricity)

GirlFriend

Oh, pretty cute.

Grave-nan takes GF’s hand softly and puts the device on its palm, closing it afterwards.

Grave-nan

(¬Just connect it to the mic, and then you’ll be ready to go)

GirlFriend

What? So it’s as simple as that?

Grave-nan nods

Grave-nan

(¬Yup!)

(¬…Though it doesn’t do much when us undeads try to use ‘em, hehe)

(¬I mean, if it was to my will, you bet I’d give my all to help da hood, yo!)

(¬But uhm, you see…)

GirlFriend

Freakysteins can’t touch active electronics, or else they’ll shock

I know, I work with plenty of them until the sun settles down.

Grave-nan

(¬Oh, cool!)

(¬And good you know)

(¬So…Want me to give you a little lesson about how to use it correctly?)

GirlFriend

Sure, why not?

Grave-nan lends his arms towards the alley

Grave-nan

(¬Awesome! Come over here, we’ll have more space to practice)

GF walks past him to where he’s pointing.

Grave-nan

…

Grave-nan (on thought)

(¬Oh brother, I’m real pimpin’!)

(¬I’m about to do something for da hood man himself, the one and only…Wow!)

(¬Might be just a small help, but it’s still nice to be somewhat helpful)

(¬…nonetheless, remember Grave, don’t grow too attached)

(¬you know how it is…)

Grave-nan takes a deep breath, regains his composure and goes with GF

[T.B.C.]

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That one NG-themed char I did for C4:C‘R’ but instead it’s a freaky-steined iteration of him

…yes I said freaky-steined -and yes my dude zombeeps and zomboops are how they call zombies around here, zombeeps for fems and zomboops for men)

He doesn’t join any parties though, but he knows things as you can see here

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[squiddybeifong]

Texas Talks

For some ungodly reason they were in Galveston.

Honestly, they didn’t have to stay in the US. And even if they did they had certain areas of California, New Jersey… hell, basically anywhere that wasn’t constantly crawling with JL surveillance were prime meet-up spots. Any city in any country on any continent on this god-forsaken planet, so why? Why were they in Galveston? Of all places for Harley to choose…

But the clown had been adamant then and she was adamant now. Her (admittedly blood sprinkled) wheeled boots skipping against the wood, Harley skated to the very edge of the pier. A yelp escaped as her heelys caught in a knot and she tumbled head over end, catching herself with a springing handstand.

She shook her head as she shakily regained her balance, giggling to herself as she rolled further along the pier. Her friends’ silent questions were loud in the air and Harley did a little spin, her chuckles escaping louder. “Come on, you guys! Where else can we be just a few minutes away from Texas City! And look at all that water,” The blonde tossed her head back, laughing at the fine saltwater mist that hit her face.

Another loud laugh bubbled out of her, as Harley simply enjoyed the bright shine of the full moon on her skin and the uneasy creak of the wooden dock below her feet. Talia stepped up until they were shoulder to shoulder, taking a careful sniff of the sea air. Emerald eyes narrowed, partly in suspicion but mainly in confusion, “Have you ever even been to this Texas City place?”

The clown hesitated, her head tilting to the side as she thought back throughout her exploits, alongside Mister J or not, “Well, no. But it’s Texas City. In Texas! How funny is that?”

She nudged Talia with her shoulder, turning her head as Raven floated up on her other side. A wide grin spread her lips at the sight of the hero, “And my next choice is totally gonna be Aerial Acres.”

The demoness let out a sigh at the familiar name. Amethyst eyes narrowed in thought a second later as the answer came to her, “Is there a California City near there?”

“Oh you know it, Birdie!”

Harley’s words were excited and Talia paused despite the tiny smile that inadvertently graced her face. The assassin’s head tilted to the side and she tucked some hair behind her ear, “Do you think you’ll get a chance to do all fifty states?”

“I think we will.” Harley grinned and wrapped an arm around her two beloved partial-demons, rolling back and forward until her heelys lit up, “What’s the point of all this travelling if I’m not meeting up with my two favorite killjoys in every city imaginable?”

The assassin snorted at that. “Besides,” The blonde’s smile turned even more devious than usual, “If we keep near the shore I might even convince you two to get some bikinis. I’m not sure about you, but Ray Ray seems the strappy string type.”

Raven let out a sound that might have been a groan, but was probably just a sigh. “Harley, you are hilarious,” she deadpanned.

“Aw c’mon, Raebae!” Harley’s grin was finally reaching obnoxious levels, “Tell me you don’t get tons of beachtime in Jump.”

The girl shrugged, meeting Talia’s gaze as they leaned against the pier’s guardrails. Bubbly as ever, especially with the adrenaline of sneaking past the guards still flowing through her veins, Harley cheerfully rested her arm on the teen’s head. She couldn’t help herself, the demon was so short it was adorable, “What about you, Tal? When’s the last time you got some surfing in?”

The assassin leaned her head against her shoulders, “I don’t surf.” But her voice trailed off, wistful as she thought back to the last time she was near the ocean like this. Raven leaned forward at the subtle shift in her emotions, curious at what Talia was thinking of.

She didn’t have to wait long. The woman ran a hand through her long hair and, a short pause later, hummed out, “I stayed on the shore a while back… but I was with my Beloved.”

Harley raised a brow in question, lazily resting her chin atop Raven’s head. The Titan didn’t pull away; instead, she lifted her face and murmured an explanation, “She means Batman.”

“Ah,” The blonde nodded in realization then faltered. She blinked and met Talia’s gaze. Before they could consider their choices of finding out how the empath knew of Talia’s past relationship (and of what else she may know) Raven decided to get the inevitable out of the way early and offered the information, “I already know who he is; no need to worry and no need to pester.”

Harley tapped the dip in her cloak, her finger warm against her gem. Raven closed her eyes at the wave of exasperation that radiated off the blonde, “I don't even know but you do?! Ugh.”

She face planted down into the indigo cloak, sighing in good-natured annoyance at the unfairness of it all. Harley didn't see but she felt the dangerous vibes that Talia was giving off and she lifted her head again.

The clown clicked her tongue, guessing, “Robin told you?”

Raven shook her head immediately, noticing how the assassin's chin lifted a centimeter in thought. “He’s Nightwing now, but he didn’t have to. I’m an empath,” The hero shrugged, being careful not to disrupt Harley’s balance. “With the little that I knew, it’s not too hard to figure it out who either of them are, especially when their auras are rather… unique.”

Amethyst eyes shifted to the moonlit waves, pointedly ignoring the tense way Talia sized her up. This odd friendship was preventing her from being murdered and Talia from being sent to a different dimension, so she simply addressed the brunette, “For what it's worth he did complain a lot when you and Batman were together. Called you arrogant.”

Talia's gaze didn't stray from the girl's pale face but she let a tiny bit of tension leave her shoulders. Dick had had many trusted teammates throughout his brief life; the likelihood of all of them knowing wasn't the best but she decided that this particular conversation could wait, at the very least until it was just the two of them.  

Emerald eyes flicked to Harley for a brief instant then went back to the wooden railing under her arms. She derisively waved the comment aside, “Nightwing is merely a child. He still has a lot to learn.”

Harley snorted. She leaned her cheek in her palm, her lashes fluttering shut as another wave of mist landed on her face. The siren drummed a nail against her lower lip, “You’re like two, maybe three years older than him.”

“She’s far older than that.”

Talia gave the Titan a look, running a tongue over her teeth. Then she glanced at Harley and reminded herself that patience was the best bet and haughtily admitted, “I’m just over 100 years old, actually.”

Raven’s brows jumped up at the number, the word escaping before she could think, “Impressive.”

The doctor agreed, bouncing up to sit stop the railing. She savored the sound of her wheels rolling against the air and added, “Right? Ten decades and Bloody Mary doesn’t even need a push-up bra.”

Talia gave her a look, missing how Raven hid half a smile behind her cloak.

Harley continued as if she wasn’t being glared at, “Though I gotta admit, didn't think Batsy was into older women.” The blonde drummed her fingers against her thigh, teasingly musing to herself, “Think Kitty’s got a few years on him?”

Raven shrugged, “Probably, people usually get more solitary in old age.”

Talia crossed her arms as she watched them talk. The empath’s eyes squinted out towards the sea, trying to remember, “Isn't Catwoman a loner too?”

“Well, yeah. But Bats is way more extra about it all. Like we once saw him brooding next to a gargoyle in the rain.” She shook her head, “Like yeah, Robin’s there sometimes but he’s that sorta ‘I gotta do it all myself’ loner. At least Kitty'll come to Pam and me if she needs anything.”

Talia hummed out a defense, “He's a private person, Harley. You aren't the type at all.”

Raven hummed in agreement, thinking of the scant times she'd met the man, at Dick’s side or otherwise. “Batman does put off some antisocial vibes.”

“Some?” Harley snickered, “Yeah, he’s a total hard ass.”

The assassin sighed out, the words escaping before she could think, “Oh, absolutely.”

Immediately, Raven’s nose scrunched up in horror and Harley let out a cackle, falling back. A beam of magic caught her wrists and she scrambled to regain her balance, giggling all the while. She jumped down from the railing and covered the mystic’s ears, her grin splitting her face, “Holy shit, Darlin! We have a child present!”

“Shut up.”

“Not funny.”

The siren slumped against the railing as she continued to laugh, taking far too much fun in how dark Talia’s cheeks were getting and how mortified Raven looked at the way their conversation was going.

“I didn’t think we’d ever get you to--”

Her teasing stopped at the sound of a dolphin breaching, its high pitched squeal filling the air. Almost immediately after there was the loud splat! of a clump of seaweed getting entangled along the rocky sand. The dolphin’s pod splashed around, their bodies just barely silhouetted in the moonlight.

Harley gasped and crouched on her heelys, eagerly slapping Raven’s shoulder at the incline that she needed to get over, “Push me, Moonbeam! I gotta see this!”

A shove of black magic sent her skating by at a troublingly fast pace, but she saw them. Dolphins. The blonde let out a giggle as she started using her momentum to go faster, using all the pier that she had to wave bye to them as the mammals swam past.

Then that speed caught up to her and she tumbled over the edge, jumping to get as much air as she could.

Raven’s magic caught her before she fell into the ocean, of course.

Harley let out a laugh that mingled with the rhythmic crash of waves, beaming at her friends as the mage set her down on the sand, a few feet from the water. Immediately a shine of something shiny caught her eye and the clown grabbed a stick, poking the pile of seaweed.

Up on the dock Raven watched her progress, stoic as Talia leveled a stare that surpassed Batman’s upon her. After a long minute the Titan turned to the woman, amethyst eyes settling on the sword’s hilt that was in clear view.

Of course. If she had constant access to her powers, why shouldn’t Talia have access to her weapons? Harley seemed to be the only one comfortable enough to not bring any aids from her own arsenal whenever they met up, and while they trusted Harley their own one-on-one relationship was… not as amiable.

Raven looked back up into that dangerously focused emerald gaze. “Talia,” She stared at the assassin for a long moment, her voice low. “I know these… excursions end at dawn, but the rest of the Titans won’t mind if I miss most of the day.” Her pale hands brushed aside her cloak as she hid them from view, the magic leaving as easily as it appeared.

Her eyes were practically black in the night as she leveled an almost-glare on the older woman, “We can talk without killing each other and without Harley having to babysit us, correct?”

The teen’s words weren’t a question. Talia smirked, although it didn’t reach her eyes, “I won’t hesitate to kill you.”

Raven’s face didn’t shift and the villainess hissed out, “You could become a villain just as easy as you act a hero. The fact that you were even able to find out--”

“Two years ago.”

Tan lips shut and she took a breath through her nose, continuing on without acknowledging the addition, “--is an unforgivable liability.”

Her fingers tensed against the hilt of her sword, but she didn’t unsheath it. Talia’s shoulders lowered half an inch, the tension still loud as she admitted, “But you don’t seem nearly as weak as Selina, so I’ll see.”

Something precarious slid between them as the sword was moved back in place, then an interruption before either could think too much about it. Their heads snapped to Harley as she let out a whoop, lifting a dinner plate sized clam out of the sand, “Hey look at this!”The creature obviously died years ago, its weathered shell completely empty. The siren glanced between the two, her emotions and body language pointing to how obviously relieved she was that their fight didn’t get physical. When she was certain she had their full attention, Harley was careful not to snap her find apart as she held the shells up to her chest, “Pam’s the redhead, but I can probably pull them off, dontcha think?”

Talia raised a brow and that was enough of an answer.

The siren reached back to fiddle with her bra’s clasp as she called out to them, “Y’all wanna see me try it on?”

“No!”

“Maybe.”

A pause, then a second resounding, “No.”

[wispy-ghost]

Could I get sfw alphabet for sun drop 👀

a/n: SFW alphabets, my beloved. Sundrop is one of my fav characters! Tell me if anyone wants me to make any of these into its own post!

If I were to do writing commissions, would y’all commission me?

au: human au

Warnings: none

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

- Sun is super affectionate!

- He loves hugging, cuddling, kissing, etc.

- Suns is tall, so hugs and forehead kisses are his favorites!

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

- For a best friend, Sun would still be affectionate but tone down a bit, kinda how he's with the kids.

- He would randomly pick you up as if you were a cat.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

- "Do you want to cuddle?! Do you? do you?!"

- Sundrop LOVES to cuddle!

- (It's one of his favorite things besides working at the daycare.)

- He loves to half spoon!

- Because he gets to hear your heartbeat.

- It makes him feel calm.

- The best thing for after a stressful day at the daycare!

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

- Sundrop likes the idea of settling down but still doesn't want to.

- He loves kids but forever? No.

- Sundrop can't cook well. He knows how to cook basic things but not a lot.

- He knows how to clean very well.

- (Sundrop is almost obsessed with a cleanroom)

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

- He would hate having to break up with his s/o, but if he had to, he would.

- Sundrop would break up with you by making sure to be blunt about it but be careful about it.

- Sun hopes to still be friends, and if you can't be, Sun will understand.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

- He would definitely want to get married!

- Sun has probably imagined him and his partner getting married at least once.

- He would wait for about one year 1/2 before proposing to you.

- The proposal would be on your twos anniversary date.

- The date would be at a park near nightfall.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

- He's super gentle both physically and emotionally!

- Sun would be the best person for comfort.

- Whatever you need, he would do anything.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

- HUGS, HUGS HUGS!!

- Sun loves hugs.

- Sun hugs you at least five times a day.

- He doesn't do it too much in front of the kids but still hugs you a lot!

- His hugs are always comforting!

I = I love you (How fast do they the L-word?)

- He waits a month to say, "I love you."

- He just doesn't want to get hurt.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they're jealous?)

- He doesn't really get jealous.

- But if Moon dares flirt with you.

- Let's just say Sundrop is not a happy boy.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

- Suns' kisses are a mix of fun and needy.

- He loves to kiss you on your forehead and shoulder!

- He loves it causes he think it's adorable.

- For him? Neck kisses!

- Sun loves the feeling of neck kisses!

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

- The man works at a daycare. What do you think?

- Sun LOVES kids!

- And he's good with them? You better stay with him.

Sun would be a great dad, so you know they will be in good hands if you have kids.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

- "I don't want to get uppppp!"

- Sun is not a morning person, argue with the wall.

- He'll try his hardest to get you to stay in bed.

- Why? CUDDLES!

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

- Most days, he'll come home sleepy. He just wants cuddles.

- The days he doesn't have work, he'll stay up with you just to talk!

- Sun loves sleepy conversations.

- Talking about work, shows, whatever, he loves it!

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

- Sun is a bit slow at opening up again; he doesn't want to get hurt.

- He wants you two open you at the same time.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

- Sun can't get angry quickly.

- the only way he gets angry is if someone at the daycare breaks the rules.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing or do they kind of forget everything?)

He remembers everything you say. /hj

Sun really pays attention to what you say!

If you quiz him on your favorite things, he'll get most things!

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

Your first date!

He'll think about it all the time

The first time you two cuddle!

Just remembering that you trust him to hold you makes him so happy!

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Not too protective, but he's protective.

Since he's taller than most, he'll (mostly) stan behind you, looking scary.

If that doesn't work, Sun will talk to the person.

Sundrop would want you to take him away from what's happening.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Sun puts so much effort into dates!

Do you want to go on a picnic? You better be ready for the biggest picnic!

Sun gets you so many gifts.

He works with kids, so he has to put effort into every day!

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Cleaning.

Sun cleans a lot.

Your house is spotless now.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

- Sundrop doesn't think about his looks too much.

- Sun does look after himself, but he dresses all over the place, so he couldn't care what people think about him!

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

- Yes. Your Sun's everything.

- Sun gets a bit sad when you are not with him.

- When you get back by him, he'll not let you go!

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

- Sundrop is pansexual!

- Outside of work, he dresses in kidcore!

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn't like, either in general or in a partner?)

- He doesn't find anything wrong in a partner! (pansexual Sundrop, my beloved)

- But in general, he doesn't like mean people.

- People who aren't clean he doesn't really like either.

Z = Zzz (What is their sleep habits of theirs?)

- Sun would be restless without you.

- Sun doesn't have the best sleep schedule, but you help.

[bubblesuga]

G O L D

Summary: Sneaking around was never Jungkook's thing, that is until you came along. W/C: 1,494 Genre: smut Tags: idol!AU A/N: Not much of a plot here but I wanted to write :)

The carpeted halls of the new HYBE building are quiet for the moment. Everyone has finally settled in, quiet meetings happening in offices and the distant laughter fills your ears when you realize that TXT are filming something to promote their new album.

A sigh leaves your lips as you realize you've truly never been happier. Even as an intern, you feel as though your work is important in keeping the artists happy. Maybe one artist in particular as well.

Continuing on your trek towards the filming rooms, you hear a door squeak open and a hand wrap around your arm.

You let out a squeal, feeling yourself get tugged into a janitors closet. "What the fu-" you begin to exclaim but a hand presses against your mouth, silencing you entirely.

"Shush, you're gonna get us caught."

You look up, meeting eyes with Jungkook and instantly relaxing.

He releases your arm and gives you a sheepish smile, reaching up to turn on the overhanging light in the small closet.

"What's the matter with you?" you lightly smack Jungkook's chest, "you scared the shit out of me."

"I wanted to see you." he explains, rubbing the back of his neck nervously.

Your lips stretch into a grin, grabbing his hands to stop his nervous fiddling.

Jungkook took a liking to you pretty quickly after you started working with them. It started slowly, though, the sneaking around.

At first Jungkook never intended for anything to happen with you. He liked you, thought you were cute and shyly asked for your number one night when it was just the two of you left in the old building. You gave it to him, not thinking much of it but you quickly realized that he was flirting, and you weren't complaining.

The flirting escalated into the two of you openly speaking about your attraction to one another. You mentioned how you imagined his hands roaming your body and he described every last detail of what he'd like to do to you.

He'd send you texts in the middle of meetings, his eyes staring at yours until you checked your phone. Sometimes they were cute, 'you look beautiful today' or 'your eyes are shining'.

Other times it was something more along the lines of, 'I'd kill to bend you over the table and fuck you in front of everyone'

After a few weeks, you received a text saying that if the two of you were to ever take this any further beyond dirty text messages, you couldn't say anything. You happily obliged, because at this point you felt yourself growing wet just at the sight of him. He has a dirty mouth and you were willing to do anything to experience it audibly.

"You could have just texted me to meet you here." you giggle, reaching up and pushing a piece of hair from his forehead.

"Stealing you seemed more fun," he shrugged, "how much time do you have?"

Before you could answer, Jungkook's lips began to roam around your neck and chest, causing your mind to cloud with images of him.

"U- uhm-" you stutter, feeling a bite along your collar bone, "roughly 15 minutes until I have to make it to a- Jungkook." the end of your sentence turned into a moan, his tongue soothing the bite along your collar bone.

"I think I can make you cum twice in 15 minutes." Jungkook grins against your skin, reaching behind you and unzipping the back of your dress.

You don't bother fighting it, you couldn't deny Jungkook because you'd never want to. You would risk everything-- you are risking everything just to please him and you wouldn't have it any other way. The thought of someone opening that door and walking in while Jungkook's face is buried between your thighs excites you to no end.

"What about you? How many times will you cum?" you smirk as he slips the dress away from you entirely, lifting your pantie clad ass up and pressing your back against the door.

"We'll find out." He says gruffly, his voice thickening with each passing second. He drops to his knees, lifting one of your legs over his shoulder and swiping your panties to the side.

Normally, he plays with you. Kissing your thighs, leading up to your heat before finally licking a long stripe up. Today, however, he dives right in.

His tongue connects with your clit immediately, flicking careful strokes quickly across the sensitive nub. You jolt forward, one hand wrapping through Jungkook's hair while the other flies to your mouth to cover the cry leaving your lips.

The cool metal of the door against your back highly contrasts the heat you feel between your legs. It moves, spreading through your flushed chest as Jungkook continues devouring you.

"God, you're soaked," he groans, his eyes locking with yours as his warm lips press a kiss to you, drenched in your arousal and shining beneath the yellow lighting, "you're so hot when you're riding my tongue."

He lengthens his tongue again, using the tip to find every inch of your core and slurping up the lewd squelch of your arousal. You feel your legs growing weaker but Jungkook is quick to hold you up, continuing his ministrations until you feel a tingle begin to grow.

"I'm close," you cry softly, feeling him moan against you, "please."

He wraps his lips around your clit and sucks, bringing a finger to your entrance and curling it into your cunt. He's sure to meet your eyes when you come undone above him.

He feels his cock grow harder at the sight of your eyes rolling to the back of your head and a soft moan of his name falling repeatedly from your lips. It's his favorite song.

"Good boy," you whisper, your vision clearing up, "you're so good."

"And you taste delicious," he leans up, his glistening lips pressing a kiss to the tip of your nose, "my favorite taste."

"One down in 7 minutes," you swallow, still steadying yourself, "think you can get me another one?"

Jungkook's eyes darken further, flipping you around and tearing your panties down your legs. You grip the shelving in front of you tightly while you wait in anticipation. You hear Jungkook's zipper slide down, and you grin, anticipating the stretch of his thick cock.

Sure enough, you feel the head begin to toy with your already sensitive entrance.

"Jungkook," you whine, "no time. Please fuck me."

"Well, since you asked so nicely." He finds amusement in the way you gasp when he slowly begins to push into you. He slides in easily, his girth causing an uncomfortable sting. He waits for a moment, allowing you to adjust to his size and you finally begin to relax around him. Finally, he draws his hips back and slowly begins to thrust into you.

Jungkook's hands are planted firmly on your hips as he pistons into you, watching the way your knuckles turn white at your grip on the shelf. He's slow for a moment until you begin to bounce backward into him, soft mewls of pleasure leaving your lips. Then, his pace is picked up significantly.

"Get up here," he moans, "need to see your pretty tits bounce."

He pulls you up to him, your back pressing against his broad chest while his fingers toy with your clit.

"I want to fuck you in front of a mirror," he whispers in your ear, "so you can see how gorgeous you look for me."

A second orgasm spills over and you begin to clench around Jungkook's cock mercilessly. He gasps at the feeling and pounds harder, guiding your chin in his direction and kissing your lips harshly. The feeling of your velvet walls around him causes Jungkook's mind to cloud and he's quickly spilling into you, a whisper of your name floating from his throat.

You stay like that for a moment, but all too soon you notice the clock on the wall. "Shit, I have to go."

Jungkook sighs, slipping out of you and grabbing a clean paper towel to clean you up gently.

Despite your relationship being solely physical at the moment, it's times like this-- Jungkook's aftercare-- that make you think that he could possibly want something more. Dates weren't a thing with him, he told you that from the beginning but it never hurt you to hope.

Carefully, he slips your dress onto your body and zips up the back.

His fingers pause at the top, "it's taking everything in me not to unzip this and take you again."

You giggle, "How about you do it tonight? My apartment at 6:30..." suddenly, a brush of shyness washes over you, "I'll make you dinner."

Jungkook turns you around, his eyes alight with an emotion you couldn't particularly decipher. Raising an eyebrow in question, Jungkook only leans down and presses a hard kiss to your lips.

"I'll be there."

[chickentendieboi]

And I'm back again with another collab right after my Kinkmas one! That... flopped hahah and I didn't help it either, joining a bunch of collabs and getting writers block mid December, that's fun haha. But anyway! This one however is going to revolve around the wonderful time of love. Valentines Day! For this holiday, I am going to be doing a list of Valentines Day ABC's where each day will have a prompt that matches the respective letter!

Theme : Valentines ABC

Open collaboration for 18+ writers : application period is until February 15th

Deadline : March 31st (still flexible, just message me if you can't post on time! This is meant to be fun and not stressful! So don't fret! ^.^ )

Rules:

You must be 18+ to join!

All characters must be aged up if they are canonically minors and you are doing an NSFW piece.

The work you are writing must have a minimum of 500 words, headcanons and fics are allowed.

If you finish one and wanna do another, don't hesitate to ask! Just don't take on too much and so it'll only be 1 letter per entrant until you submit your first fic, then you can join another!(:

Naturally, NSFW content and Dark Content is allowed as long as it is tagged appropriately! Can be different AU's!

Writing and Art are welcomed!

Fandoms will be for Haikyuu!!, Jujutsu Kaisen, Tokyo Revengers, Attack On Titan and My Hero Academia and characters are first come, first serve as well as the letters that already have preset prompts! Only one post per character and one letter/prompt per writer/artist. If you have any questions about that, again, don't hesitate!

Readers and characters of all gender identities/sexual orientations are encouraged and accepted! Just make sure you let me know if the piece you will be contributing is female, male or gender neutral~!

How to join!

Send me an ask or a DM with your character of choice, an AU if you are doing that, what content you will be submitting (writing or art) as well as gender of the reader.

If you do not have an age in your bio or pinned post, then you will not be allowed to join!

Reblog once you have been added to the list! Please tag me in the piece when you're finished and use the tag #c.abcvalentines

11/26 slots taken!

🧡=HQ ♥️=TR 💜=JJK 💙=MHA 💚=AOT

A- Adore

🧡B- Baking || Iwazumi Hajime x f!reader || @lou-struck

C- Charmed

🧡D- Desire || Sakusa Kiyoomi x fem! (art) || @thesimphouse (N)

♥️E- Eros || Ran Haitani || @sugusshi (N)

F- Flame

🧡G- Gift || Asahi Azumane x f!reader || @erwinscrybaby (N)

♥️H- Honey || Mikey || @omiishii (N)

I- Inspiring

J- Juliet

♥️K- Kitten || Draken x f!reader || @rosesandtoshi (N)

L- Lovesick

M- Memory

♥️N- Naughty || Kokonoi Hajime x f!reader || @chickentendieboi (N)

O- Only You

♥️ P- Perfume || Hanma Shuji x f!reader || @haikyuufairy (N)

Q- Queen

🧡R- Ribbons || Kozume Kenma x fem! (art) || @mrskenmakozume

💜S- Sweetheart || Gojo Satoru || @dotorete

T- Tradition

U- Undying

V- Vulnerable

🧡W- Worship || Suna/Sakusa/Osamu x f!reader || @osanoya (N)(DC)

X- X's and O's

Y- Yearn

Z- Zealous