#I really need to play her hangout quest

[kitkatnerds3]

I think she should be more insane, actually.

[ac-liveblogs]

Oof first on the chopping block my favorite archon T-T (or sleep. I appreciate the followup to the curse though) I guess if he joins the party to investigate he's not as weirdly omniscient as he is in canon lol, I've been rumiating the belief that he's is always listening in the wind ever since playing through barbaras hangout and carmen dei.

I guess you'd have kokomi in enkanomiya too :) would you have someone in the chasm? And since signora would get to be an Arc Villain around her beef w barbatos as she SHOULD HAVE instead of dying pathetically before the throne, would she even appear in inazuma?

(I'm so curious abt ur sumeru rewrite bc I've seen some rewrites of inazuma but never of sumeru...if collei's powers crop up again would they mitigate her eleazar?)

Venti is my fave too, but needs must........... Venti and Zhongli's Unhelpful Refusal To Share Information They Definitely Have is one of my least favourite plot devices I hate that we almost never just ask Archons, or other immortals, questions they probably know the answers to - maybe Zhongli is under contract so that he can't, but I think it's simpler if Venti Just Doesn't Know Things because he was asleep!

To be honest, while I had planned to give Kokomi a much more major role in the AQ, she wasn't one of the characters I'd thought about accompanying the party - I mostly considered Ayaka for Inazuma. Depending on how the Abyss storyline shakes out, I wanted to push Enkanomiya back further towards the endgame so it could be a more active location... Kokomi being the reason we get in makes sense though.

The Chasm is one of the areas I wanted to overhaul considerably. I was going to set it before Inazuma, because Xiao's storyline there seems like a good springboard for him joining the party permanently. Additionally, I think a lot of the stuff regarding the Fantastic Compass is unnecessary, so I'd mash up Xiao's storyline with bits of the We Will Be Reunited quests and cut the Fantastic Compass/Yan Fei, the Arataki Gang etc.

Yelan is probably still hanging around, but it would be Xiao joining the party and Dain being mysterious and unhelpful as usual.

And yeah, I definitely do want to make better use of Signora. She'll still be present in Inazuma, but won't die there - I want to save resolving her plot for later, probably just before Venti's death. Kind of the catalyst for things getting much, much worse. Spark to a flame to a wildfire, haha. It would also be fun to have her and Scaramouche bickering during the Inazuma arc, not just waaaay after the fact in a flashback...

(Besides Mondstadt, Inazuma is definitely the easiest to handle... my plans for it are the most complete. Liyue is pure nonsense and Sumeru and Fontaine have so much bloat...

Without going into too much detail, the beats I roughly want to focus on in Sumeru;

The party wants to go to Sumeru, since it's likely to have the most information about what happened during the Cataclysm. Due to an increase in the Withering's severity, travel to Sumeru is really dangerous. (Since there's no real reason to want to go to Inazuma, I like to think that Beidou was actually trying to take the party to Port Ormos, but they ended up shipwrecking in Inazuma and got stranded because of the Storm Wall LMAO. They get there in the end)

Collei is a somewhat angry, angsty kid at this stage, since she's back to dying of Eleazar. Despite Tighnari telling the party its a stupid idea, she agrees to lead the party through the Withering to get to Sumeru. (the webtoon would've been less than a year ago.)

Reduce Dunyarzad's relevance. I want it to be Collei's Eleazar that is accelerated during the Samsara, and Collei that Nahida tries to save (though she'd succeed). I actually wanted Collei and Nahida to be friends, and that friendship motivate Collei to help save her. I actually think trying to save her would be what gets Collei to break the seal Cyno put on her powers (especially since she figures she's going to die soon anyway.)

Cyno is an enemy unit for awhile. He's a scary Matra, if the Akademiya decides that the party are criminals, why not have him hunt them down... (him being made General Mahamatra by the end of this instead of already having that role makes sense to me, along with Alhaitham becoming Acting (lol) Grand Sage.) Also, focusing on Cyno and Collei's relationship would be great.

Remix the desert storyline into having Dottore as a more major player - his labs, potential research into Deshret, that sort of thing. Playing him up then is more fun than that nonsense in Port Ormos, and Collei can meet him face to face again before the conflict in the Akademiya. We can kill one of his Segments but - uh oh!!!

Kazuha vs Scaramouche. It would be fun to have Scaramouche maliciously focus on Kazuha in Inazuma (Kazuha is perplexed and really isn't into it), and then have the dynamic reversed in Sumeru once Scaramouche commits to being a God and Kazuha gets to understand why his ~friend died smiling~ when he fights GodModeScara.

Way more focus on Forbidden Knowledge, to bring Celestia more concretely into the main storyline. I was very annoyed when Nahida threatened to wake up the Heavenly Principles and... nothing happened, with that. Given the Divine Nails are used to 'heal the land', which can include things like Forbidden Knowledge. Wouldn't it be fun if the party has to prevent Sumeru's destruction because Scaramouche's attempt to become a god started leaking Forbidden Knowledge into Irminsul.

I am forever haunted by that trailer that had Dottore burning Irminsul. Can we pick up on that. Maybe by making those damn Forbidden Knowledge Capsules relevant, or Scaramouche specifically knowing the sky is fake? Related to above.

I would like Scaramouche to not be resolved in Sumeru. He can lose the Dendro Gnosis, but go on the run with the Electro Gnosis and go full renegade. (build out kazuha and scaramouche more for later)

I wanted to adjust Nahida's character, to have her and Collei better complement each other (personality, role). I also really want to work the Aranara in...

Cyno's backstory, too, maybe? It seems a bit of a shame to have the Akademiya trying to build their own god, and the whole Ba Fragment thing be unrelated.

[spicysableworks]

♨️Office Steam♨️

((Half-Lemon Drew x Fem! Reader))

(This is a continuation of the previous chapter :p)

With you and Drew becoming closer from plenty of late night ventures together it was quick for you to begin daydreaming of the Esper. At first it was simple snippets of his voice playing out but during the day, thanks to Q's constant livestreams of his ventures with Drew and Brynn, you were able to see more of Drew in battle. The way he was swift yet accurate in his strikes with his blade, it awakened something you haven't really grasped before.

From morning to those late night dates, so often you imagined his body up against yours, his breath on your skin, soft groans coming out from him with every touch you made. It seemed like the perfect fantasy, nearly uninterrupted...nearly.

"Hey! Y/N! You doing okay there?"

Blinking before realizing someone was calling to you, a small blush covered your cheeks as you noticed the short fluttery being with wings for ears that was Q, looking to you in a questioning glance. Clenching your hands in small fists you could only feel the mounds of embarrassment on your shoulders, growing more as you didn't really know what to say. With an awkward giggle you wave a hand at the esper, your blush subsiding.

"I'm alright Q, I just got lost in thought..."

"Well, it seemed like a really good one for you to be grinning like that. Anyyywayys, I'm going live soon! See ya later!"

With him fluttering away you released the tension that was held in your posture, looking down at the table you were seated in front of. Tracing the surface in tight circles mindlessly, you were so close to going back into your fantasies before you heard someone coming in. Getting up from your seat you turned to face the direction you heard the footsteps were coming from, ready to see Drew but easing down once you recognized the flashy yet flowy figure of Discboom, the dj who rarely leaves her music station but is currently on a quest for snacks. With her recognizing you fast she walked over, with the little jellyfish-like creature named BoomBoom floating behind her.

"Oh! Y/N! Hello. I'm glad I got to see you today. I forgot to say this before but its a calm day so you can head home early! I got kinda carried away with my work to tell you earlier. Now if you'll excuse me... I need refreshments!"

Leaving her to gaze at some of the vending machines in a quizzical manner you headed out from the cafeteria, walking through the halls to say goodbye to any of the other non-busy espers. Coming across the doorway leading into Drew's office you peer in as the door was partially open, noticing him looking through some drawers right away. Giving a small knock to the door to catch his attention you couldn't help but gaze at his form, a bit of heat rising to your cheeks as you were the first to speak.

"Hey there. I was on my way out since I had an early shift today...So probably no hangout tonight."

"Well then, you wouldn't mind spending a bit longer in my office to keep me company; That is, unless you're ready to leave."

Not hesitating to take his offer you walk in and seat yourself on one of the chairs right in front of his desk, watching the jackal sort through his files with pure interest, mainly on his well built figure. Until then you never noticed the most subtle of details, mainly from his attire and the way he moves smoothly while carrying out the smallest of tasks.

"Is there something you need to tell me? You seem quite focused on something."

His question was quick to bring you back to your senses, a blush coming over your cheeks before you giggle a bit to ease the sudden tension, the silence loud after hearing his office door close.

"N-No. I've been quite distracted every now and then...Nothing serious."

His ears slightly lay back, a small sign he could be upset. Not sure of what to say you could only watch him approach you, lifting a hand to press against your forehead, one ear twitching slightly before his hand begin to tilt your head at different angles; his thumb caressing over your cheek and bottom lip every once in a while. Through this your mind is racing, the only words that were comprehensible were those that voiced your fantasies. With your face nearing full blush you could only stammer some words out.

"This-This is quite thorough for a small examination..."

"That's because I've already finished the examination."

Those words sent your mind reeling beyond imagination, frozen in place from his caressing touches on your face. Before you could voice your more devilish thoughts his caressing stops and he stands up more, his ears fully perked. Gazing at you with an unreadable expression he suddenly huffs in amusement before sitting in his chair behind the desk, watching you closely.

"Did that take away your distractions or did it make it worse?"

Seeing his ears twitching about in a jiggy manner set you off, understanding then he was purposefully toying with you, getting your mind reeling only to pull away. Well... two can play at that game. Standing up from your chair you slowly approach him from the side of the desk, gazing at him in an intense manner. Daring to take it further by sitting in his lap, facing him as your form easily straddles his hips. His sharp inhale was enough to let you know it worked easily, your reply tensing him up slightly.

"Oh I don't know, depends on how far the distraction stretches.."

"Miss Y/N. You're playing a dangerous hand, do you understand that?"

His hands could be felt sliding up your thighs, stopping at your hips to grip them while gazing into your eyes, his glowing eyes fading to that purple on purple shades, his breaths coming out heavy yet calmly paced.

Almost immediately after you gave a clear nod Drew's muzzle darts over to your neck, planting a vast variety of kisses, licks, and some naughty bites on your sensitive flesh. The stimulation on your neck was enough to bring your mind into heaven, your body leaning closer to him to allow for more of his affections to your body, a soft moan escaping your lips as his hands could be felt groping at you: one hand showing love to your rear while the other was expertly fondling at your clothed breast.

Before things could be taken further he lifted his head to face the office door, the glow coming back to his eyes as he could hear someone approaching his door. Gently taking you off of his lap he looked around in a mildly panicked manner before ushering you to hide right under his desk, the side facing the door was luckily covered up. Looking at him in a questioning expression while kneeling to a side of the opening in the desk his only telling sign was a finger to his lips before looking at the door, allowing whoever was at the other side to come in.

"Thank goodness you're still here, I almost forgot to hand you some files to look over before the meeting this Thursday."

"I see. Thank you greatly, Miss Brynn."

"Oh! I did mean to ask you some things that Q brought up, as some preparations for the festival coming up...."

Letting them continue their conversation you ended up tuning out the majority of it, biting your tongue to avoid gasping loudly as you suddenly felt the tip of the jackal's shoe press right up against your crotch. Covering your mouth to avoid making any noises you could only shiver as he moved the tip about, grazing right up against some sensitive bundles of flesh. After what seemed to be a long torturous wait the guest finally left, the closing door a telling sign the two of you were alone once more. Climbing out from behind the desk you almost melt as Drew wrapped his arms around your waist, holding you close with a telling happiness twitch of his ears.

"You did really well keeping quiet, now I'm afraid you must run along home. I have a few things to finish before I'm off. I'll text you then, Miss Y/N."

His voice was seemingly smoother than before, like a charming melody to your ears despite the saddening words that were said from him. Pulling out from the embrace you gently run a hand down his chest, stopping before you reached his abdomen and turning away to head out. It was too obvious it wouldn't be too long before you have more time with Drew, and then you can have all the distractions you could only fantasize before.

[1tsjusty0u]

ignore the follow thing i pressed the wrong button. link and paya. what happen. actually link's relationship with the champion successors/descendants

no….. my internet clout…!!!! IM…. FLOPPING… HOW COULD THIS BE…. (/joking)

AND GOOD QUESTION!! though i am sorry to say link and paya barely interact. if/when they do its around the later spectrum of the. timeline? story? but they just met once and that was kind of the extent of it. mmmaybe theyd both clean sometimes? if he does the shrine quest by helping people out. she. would be more friends with zelda probably. speaking of he might talk with her more mainly about a plan about. what now once the calamity is gone. and then ask for recipes <3. later arcs she might start to send letters out of worry once the calamity is “over” because he’d just kind of. disappear? i should clarify this isnt out of romantic love or anything (she was done so dirty and for what) but like. being kind of scared that a semi absent coworker or classmate just stops showing up. for awhile you might get used to it but eventually when the time passes youll have to ask where they went. she’d probably be blunt about asking in a . polite way. but yeah. zelda wise i think i think theyd just hang out sometimes. paya cant really be a substitute for ancient sheikah work but they just get along well enough that zelda initiates meetings by going “deconstructing (guardian) isvgoing badly. help” and itll basically be explaining code to a rubber duck deal. paya gives either a sanity check or a second perspective which is nice. and paya can talk about whats going on around her when its just a hangout session. i dunno i think they could make a neat duo especially when talking about problems/confronting them. when pushed hard enough paya wont give the polite/avoidant answer, and zelda could need the bluntness if that makes sense.

champions descendants!!!! honestly its. pretty well id say? uhhh firstly my link didnt get the thunder helm because well. thats Their Thing. so how this affects the. story? i dont know. but yeah its alright. he sees teba mostly by proxy, but teba is the one he sees the most. because he isnt like a royal person and hes Just Some Guy it makes talking a lot easier, both physically and mentally. riju hed… sort of see the second most? im genuinely debating whether or not link being able to get into gerudo town should be a thing in this au. i would like to redo gerudo town as a whole but that will take time. for now i like to think he just. gave a letter to one of the guards with the gist of it. and he completed the quest without ever going inside town. the only times hed really talk to her post that is if gerudo town is in need of resources that he can easily get, or ice. otherwise not many letters or anything, but theyre on pretty good terms. he sometimes gets to send fruit for patricia. next would be yunobo! youd think its be easier to talk to him however theyd both have nothing to talk about to each other. its basically friendly but silent terms unless necessary. last is sidon. i am so sorry sidon….. the only way theyd really interact is if sidon himself initiated the conversation/letter chain. otherwise with link actively avoiding zoras domain.. . the line blurs between friends and business partners for all of them. if they traveled together i think theyd all be better friends but i dunno if thats going to happen. they probably play a bigger. role?? in this au than im giving them credit for honestly. also i couldve sworn i had Thoughts but i forgot…… once the calamity is defeated i think itd be a bit of a mess, though how much of one i dont know

[pjsk-writin]

Alien, Alien (~‾∇‾)~

How about Shiho and Rui with a reader who's literally an alien? Like straight up a humanoid monstergirl type thing from space (☆｀∇´)☆

oooo hell yea, this was super fun to write !! hope you like this !! <3

♡ ALIEN, ALIEN ! - Shiho Hinomori and Rui Kamishiro x Reader

Shiho:

If I'm being honest, Shiho has no idea what she should do or say to you when she first meets you-

I mean, you were a literal living alien, was she supposed to act normal with you? What the hell was an alien doing on Earth anyway??

She settles for treating you the same way she treats everyone else, only changing this when you start trying to mimic her. (Her closed off nature was for her alone, thank you very much)

She treats you with cautious kindness, and is both pleasantly surprised and flustered by how happy you are to see her kinder side

She shows you as much human culture as she can, although a good chunk of it involves music. She can't help but grin whenever you compliment her bass playing

She also introduces you to Leo/Need, who all quickly grow fond of you! They join your adventures in exploring human culture, and explain things that Shiho usually doesn't-

Overall, despite her closed off nature at first, she grows to really appreciate your presence! You're her favorite alien <3

Rui:

From the moment you first meet, Rui is incredibly interested in you. I mean, you were a literal alien!

He wants to ask you all sorts of questions, like how you got to Earth, where you were from, what kind of technology you had...But, he saves those for when the two of you are closer

He's definitely an interesting character himself, which leads to you being drawn to him immediately. What a silly human!

He shows you all of his technology and robots, and swells with pride every time you show awe or curiosity in them. You were curious about how he managed to build most of those on his own-

He takes you around town a lot as well, but his favorite place to take you is obviously Phoenix Wonderland! You learn more about amusement parks than anything, but it's still very fun!

He introduces you to WxS, and all of them immediately like you! Even Nene asks to spend time with you as a break from the others, but one-on-one hangout sessions are rare when the others are around-

Overall, he's definitely curious about everything that made you an alien, but he falls for you in his quest to learn more! <3

[tratserenoyreve]

been a bit of me watching general world news stuff and feeling deep existential exhaustion but it has also been a bit since ive rambled about genshin game quest stuff so im going to do that real quick

with the parade of providence quest i am a bit sad that these elements won't be made as kaveh's character quest, but it was fun seeing faruzan and layla etc all get to play to their strengths. but, this is one of those events that is written assuming players have done all of the side quests and character hangouts so things like faruzan's situation and layla's alter being very familiar with the traveler can feel abrupt.

i enjoyed both faruzan and layla's quests, but with how new they are it feels odd to treat them as like. common knowledge? layla's in particular since her "sleepwalking" alter is a whole mystery you unravel.

i did enjoy the background bit of wanderer just. drinking coffee while everyone went at it for the contest. also the bit where he just showed up like a goddamn typhoon and beat the hell out of people for causing trouble with zero proclamation or explanation as to 1) who he is 2) why he was beating them up. even when working for nahida he's got a mean streak.

kaveh having a fairly normal but still tragic backstory combined with his very emotional and caring nature was neat to see play out, his unintentional self-sabotaging choices because he wants to do good by others even if it means he loses out. i also like how they express kaveh and alhaithem's dysfunction and poor communication. when alhaithem is trying to genuinely congratulate kaveh for doing the right thing, kaveh is so used to alhaithem talking down to him that he assumes alhaithem is being condescending and tells him he doesn't want to hear it. the schism between them is going to be difficult for alhaithem to mend, kaveh went into the competition ready and desperate to move out because he believes alhaithem will kick him to the curb.

even if alhaithem only shuts kaveh down because he's worried about his altruism getting further out of hand, he's so bad at expressing it in a way that kaveh will actually accept that it only pushes him to frustrated outbursts. kaveh even has a profile dialogue that's to the effect of, "alhaithem knows how to be polite to people, he just chooses not to be." for someone who is such a stickler about linguistics and information, alhaithem keeps making things harder than they need to be.

speaking of altruism: baizhu's story quest! i really liked it. i appreciate how his character retains some darker angles while emphasizing that he is a doctor because he genuinely wants to help people. changsheng only made a deal with him because he is "pure of heart" but that doesn't mean he won't use methods others find scary or unsettling to accomplish his goals. poisons can be medicine depending on what you need to do.

having xiao present, secretly following to ensure the traveler's safety in case the doctor awakens something he shouldn't, and showing hu tao heavily disagreeing with baizhu gets the point across pretty well that, even if baizhu has good intentions, the path he walks is one that seeks to defy the natural laws of death.

even if baizhu does one day succeed in being immortal, achieves his dream of being able to take all ills of the world upon himself, we know from other immortals in teyvat that that immortality can itself be dangerous. baizhu would still be subject to erosion or the corrosive rot of all the illnesses he takes upon himself through changsheng. there's no guarantee that he'd be able to withstand it forever, xiao himself is wracked with karmic debt from trying to contain the miasma that plagued liyue and we see that having a toll on his mind and body.

but, baizhu wants to do this regardless, buy people the time they need to live their lives even though this is already destroying his own body. him referencing how he'll "seek the guidance of the moon", while poetic, carries a worrisome undertone. there is an old legend about how a rabbit on the moon with a mortar and pestle would craft the elixir of immortality for the gods, but in teyvat imagery of the moon is regularly associated with the abyss and destruction...

[iamlostsomewhereinthegarden]

Barbara with sibling!reader Headcannons

@reallyromealone the second one?

Oh my gosh?!?!?!

An idol for an idol?

Hell yeah

For context you’re a traveling musician with Xinyan

Also I can’t write an actual story to save my life so listen to enjoy a bullet point story

Also despite the fact that I had the idea and everything I was only able to start writing at 2 am after washing dishes

* It was a normal day, the traveler running around doing requests and such

* Until them and Paimon bumps into Xinyan by herself

* “Hiiiii Xinyan how are you?”

* After a while of conversation the traveler and Paimon look around and don’t see you

* “Where’s (Y/N)? I don’t see them around!”

* “Ah that’s actually why I’m in Mondstadt in stead of traveling or performing! Today’s a special day so they came to Mondstadt!”

* “Huh? What’s the event then?”

* “Well I don’t know if I’m allowed to tell without permission so I can’t tell yah!”

* Confused the traveler nods along and waves bye to Xinyan dragging Paimon along to compete more quests.

* Eventually they have to talk to Barbara in order to complete one if them

* So the party of two sets off to the church but when the two arrive she’s not there

* “Wahhhhhhh? Why is Barbara not here? She usually is!”

* And that’s when one of the Fatui that child in/by the church steps in

* “You’re looking for the church brat right? She rushed out of here a couple of hours ago muttering that she’ll be late to a special event.”

* “Her too? Hey Mr. Fatui is there an event today?”

* “Hell if I know, go ask a local”

* And they do just that only to find out there’s no special event today

* Except for one of the locals who say

* “Today is Barbara’s and (Y/N)’s special day”

* And then walked off

* “Huh? (Y/N) and Barbara are dating?”

* Moving away from that catastrophe let’s see what Barbara and (Y/N) have been doing on their sibling hangout day

* You two actually met on the outskirts of Mondstat instead of the church because you’re you, an example being the first thing you say to Barbara being

* “Hey sis, how’s the church going? I heard those nasty Fatui have been trying stuff.”

* “Do you need your little sib to pummel them into place?”

* Yeah you’re a violent menace

* But with a good heart! You care a lot for your older sister

* Yeah even though you’re the younger sibling most people mistake you guys for twins

* Honestly you’d also be an idol like Barbara but you do rock and roll which isn’t popular and it’s just stopping you from being an idol like your sister

* Anyways your sweet sister declines the violent offer trying to direct your attention elsewhere

* “No worries (Y/N), we’re alright because the traveler’s working on it!”

* “How about we focus on our hangout instead of those wicked people huh?”

* And off you two went to enjoy a wonderful day starting with shopping

* “Hey sib I think this will look wonderful on you!”

* “And I think this would great on you sis”

* And that’s the start of how the most baggiest and most holey shirts and pants you’ve ever seen ended up in your basket and the most idol pop cute clothing Barbara has ever seen ende up in Barbara‘s basket

* So yeah, you guys work really well together

* This is not surprising tho as you have Barbara as an older sister and you’re not a brat

* Anyways, you two waste the day away having fun

* Like shopping, eating, playing, pranking the Fatui at the church, singing, going for a walk, almost causing arson, meeting friends you haven’t met in a while, slaughtering slimes and other enemies, eating again

* So yeah a great day all in all

* You also have a pyro vision to go along with your fiery attitude

* But Barbara does her job as an older sister and puts it out before it can cause too much chaos

* It’s nearing the end of the day so you two decide to go to the spa

* And then you two bump into the traveler with Paimon flying close by as always

* “Hey traveler!” “Oh hello traveler!”

* “Yes hi hi, Paimon wants to know some crucial information”

* “Oh? And what does Paimon need to know”

* “ARE YOU TWO DATING?”

* About 5 seconds of summer y’all just standing there in silence

* Then your on the ground laughing while Barbara covers her face blushing

* “Do we really look like one?”

* After recovering y’all make it known that no you’re not dating y’all are just siblings

* Ofc prompting another response from Paimon

* “WHAAAAAA????? Paimon can’t believe that the sweet angelic Barbara’s sibling is the violent chaotic (Y/N)!”

* The traveler nods along

* Barbara then turns and looks at them with the scariest look imaginable, while you just laugh it off

* “Huh, our personalities do clash don’t it?”

* “Hey! Don’t say such things-“

* “Welp that’s why my older sis is here to keep me in line!”

* Naturally that makes Paimon awe at your relationship but want to dash away due to the scary look directed at her

* “Is there something wrong with that?”

* Both shook their head no real quick and said their goodbyes-

* No one wants to see Barbara pissed

* “Huh, I wonder what made them leave so fast?”

* And your sister being your sister stops you from your curiosity real quick leading you back on track

* “I wonder too, but we have a spa to go to!”

* “Yeah!”

* You guys ended off the day with a spa and sleepover

* And separated tearfully the next morning excited for next month’s sibling hangout

[aetheternity]

I can understand some people’s concern thinking that if this Windblume was about Venti and Monstadt characters like the first one it would feel stale and repetitive, because that’s somewhat the case with all the lantern rites. But the difference is there’s clearly so much left to explore about the Mondstadt characters, especially Venti. He has so much potential left in him to fuel an event. Mondstadt hasn’t been utilized nearly well enough by Hoyoverse so far to have run out of content to supply on its own yet.

This is exactly why I said they should just rerun the old events instead of giving us a new event every year or so. It would not only save them time but money as well. I never got to play the first Windblume festival and I would've much rather have had that experience than this new one. I never got to play the first Lantern Rite but I played the last two. The second one is the best one in my opinion though. Cause watching the first one it felt like the story was being padded.

They don't have to rerun them with the same rewards either just have a little temporary spot in the events list and make it like hangouts where it isn't mandatory to play them and you can do it if you want to. Rerun the minigames and have them not give you primos. Simple as that.

There really is so much they have yet to explore with Mondstadt. Diona's relationship with her father and how those two could better it in the future or just any development besides poor Diona just wanting her dad not to drink because it upsets her. Bennett's dads (would love to meet those guys!) Fischl's home life. There was a little something about it in GAA just not enough for me. I wanna see more of Mona's work outside of the few times she uses it (she also needs a second story quest). Literally anything else about Jean, god she is so cute. She fucking reads romance novels in her spare time and she used to own a turtle ffs. Razor's parents could be explored way way more. Literally do anything with Barbara as a character besides she's an idol and a sister. Grand Master Varka and how one becomes the GM of Mondstadt. Klee's strength because there is a whole lot of telling and basically no showing with her. Anymore of Kaeya before he came to live with Diluc. Mika's life outside of his work. Maybe a bit more about Amber as a person. Anything about Noelle's life that doesn't have to do with her wanting to be a knight. Venti's range of emotions. I wanna see this man cry, that sounds awful but I want to see Venti sob his eyes out. I wanna see him lose it Aang style.

Just fucking blow everything apart:

This is why he needs a second story quest dammit.

[samkat10423]

New Bridgeport

For the past month, I’ve been going through my CC, in my yearly quest to get rid of stuff I never use. Sadly, I downloaded more new stuff than I got rid of. But such is life. Anyway, while looking for old sets that I’d somehow lost, I came across a remake of sorts, of Bridgeport. It’s called “My Bridgeport’ by Rflong7. Apparently, someone asked her to empty out the main town - obviously they never heard of the mass destruction feature on Master Controller - and Rflong7 agreed to do it. While she was at it, she fixed the routing issues. (One of the main reasons I never play EA’s version!) And since I don’t really play vampires and such - only supernatural I play are witches - I figured I’d try this world. It comes unpopulated, which for me is a HUGE plus.

All of the original lots are there, but since I’ve been watching “Friends” reruns, I decided this world needed a coffeeshop. (Remember, the original world only had lots from the 1st 3 EPs). I saw a Central Perk lot over on TSR, but it was only 1 story, and if you watch the show, it’s in a high-rise. So, I “fixed” the lot, by adding a few more levels. (BTW, those brick textures are all the same, they just look a tad different on the cornice. Not sure why.) I may go back in and add a “frieze” level to further increase the height of the building. Looks a tad short, looking at it now. Since the original was on a much smaller lot and this one is bigger, I was also able to expand this one a bit. And as a sidenote, those “fire-escape” stairs were a devil to place. Sometimes the damn game just won’t cooperate with you! 

This is the interior. I changed the lot zoning from “hangout” to “coffeehouse,” then got rid of the original Late-Night bar for the coffee one from Uni. I used CC from @aroundthesims for that area. (Thank you, Sandy!) I also got rid of the columns that were used in the original and used that porch railing item. Plus, I decided to use a brick texture for the walls. Then I switched out some of the furniture, added artwork, rugs, plants, and speakers. And on the “stage” by the front window, I switched out the chair that was next to the guitar for danjelay’s Singer spot. (It works like the karaoke machine). And viola! Done!

Then I went down to the bay area and placed this lot, since I figured the town crooks needed a place to go after they were apprehended by the police. The original was one created by cyclonesue over on TSR. Since I always convert simspaks into package files and am too damn lazy to hunt down all the original CC used, I substituted stuff I had for what was missing, Like that fence. I think it was created by gelina and has scissor-wire on top. Inside. I also got rid of all the crap cyclonesue used to “entertain” the inmates. I actually ran the medical department in our county jail for a couple of years, and believe me, no one gave a rat’s ass if the inmates were “entertained.” (Some of them were hardcore nasties. We’re talking serial killers.) I’m planning on revisiting this lot, and making some more changes, so when I do, I’ll show you the interior.

This is another cyclonesue lot - her sewage works one. Like the 1st one, it was created fairly early on by her and didn’t use any of the lovely CC she later created. It’s zoned as a pool, because who hasn’t dreamed of swimming in raw sewage?! Again, it was on a 30x30 and this space is 40x40. So, I added stuff. I used @crowkeeperthesimmer’s lovely wall texture set - thank you! - for the exterior finishes on everything, Then, replaced all the windows and doors with the “factory set” ones by cyclonesue. And used her “grill” floor set on some of the walkways. Then added more plants, a parking area, and spawners. (There are none on the original lot). Since I don’t plan on redoing the science center, I added the robot fish and the death fish here - alone with some other weird fish spawners. Since these fish are living in waste pools, I figure they’ve mutated a tad. BTW, that building in the front of the picture is an apartment building that was already there. The only way I could take a picture was doing it from that lot. I was going to eventually bulldoze it, but I figured, “Who doesn’t want to rent a space overlooking the sewage plant and town jail?” so, it gets to stay. BTW, I really need to google how to change the color of the water in those pools to make them look more sewagey. (Totally a word!) 

There are 1 or 2 more 40x40 lots down there that I will be doing. But right now, I’m not sure what will go there other than an industrial build.

[beardedhandstoadshark]

7th Dragon iii is SUCH a mixed bag of a game tbh

On one hand, combat system my beloved: it‘s so cool to have your unused teammates still play an important role in your party, and that every class not only has 2 main skill "paths“ to take in a sense (your healer class also being a fist punch fighter for example) but that they‘re all feasible to acquire, as well as unique on their own. I love the classes in this game so much yall don’t understand.

On the other hand, it takes like half the game until you can properly utilize it and 25% to even know the back-row team thing exists at all.

The story is cool in itself, and I love how they actually Went There in the end (including letting you loot the dead bodies for keepsakes, oof) but WOW does it seem to hinge on nostalgia-bait for previous titles. Or at least that’s my assumption, as I’ve never played any of the others.

But there’s just a lot of details where - even as someone who only knows this game- it’s very obvious they only exist for fans to point and go "YOOOOOO”. The unlockable quest portraits, being Unit 13, superhero guys’ side plot, multiple areas in this game…not to mention the red guild lady and her spooky sis. They’re the biggest offenders. Iirc those two are like, major staple characters in the other games. Not only is there 0 setup to attachment for new players to them since they expect you to already have it from the other games, but if I knew and liked those characters only to barely see them when they exist in ONE chapter before getting offed like that? Dude.

I mean it was a sick bossfight and my favorite one in the entire game presentation-wise, but it also just…feels so unearned. Idk.

The "nostalgia bait” areas too. They didn’t have to be the way they are. The old Unit 13 hangout place is actually rather decent imo, because it succeeds in being its own unique place outside the nostalgia, even if just a little. One of my fave games, Zelda twilight princess, has a lot of "callback” areas like this too! But unlike this game, its areas still function like unique places inside the world if you don’t have that callback.

TP right, you don’t need to know the abandoned Hidden Village was the prev games’ series staple Kakariko for it to still be "that one place where the game goes full wild west shooter with sick music to rescue a lone old lady and play hide n seek with the army of cats living there”. I sure didn’t!

Same way you don’t need to know said old Unit 13 place was (most likely, I’m guessing here) a previous games’ main hub or what happened here in other games for it to still be "that place that used to be important for the people whose shoes you’re filling, that now lays abandoned and broken at your feet as you try to finish the mission they started (and also has teleporting patheays)”. That’s some good stuff right there.

And then Vermillion Tower and 7th Encount are both Just There and you’re supposed to care.

Combine that with most of Eden basically being a rehash of a single area in Atlantis, and both of these are just "go in a circle for multiple levels’ with different flavors of fantasy medieval, there’s really not much of substance here, is there?

Which is a shame since the core concept of traveling through time consistently to the point it’s casually used by the people to save to connect across eras, is SO COOL. Any time npcs from two eras, going "isn’t it cool how we’re so far away yet meeting here?” I went YES IT IS SO COOL.

Those 2 kids from the past going "our parents are stupid about class rules so we’re gonna run away to the future where they don’t exist” and you running around to exchange the gifts they made for their present-time Tokyo friends they made while staying in this time?

Or, Eden Fox Lady being starstruck by Ms Atlantis Queen? Her seeing her people are still around and prospering despite their home country being gone? Them kinda planning to visit their new country someday? yes yes yes more of all of that please

The non-callback characters in general, good stuff. How the Atlantis ones (especially our general elf buddy) keep asking and calling back to the sea and whether you can hear it because it was so important to their culture. That one quest with a present-time Fox person spooking around, and at the end he just asks "does your place have a sea?”, for it to be followed by silence and a "No. It’s surrounded by mountains. Gotta hide from others”, and he says nothing but you KNOW what he thinks because of that.

Or how you can sus out Mio’s dad is, well, her dad way before it’s revealed since he says stuff along the lines of "abandoning others is a shitty more. …Not that I have any right to say that” because, turns out he went to get milk and never returned. And that Mio figured it out too and you just see her happy. The rivalry you can have with Yuma, trying to make him understand his life has worth on its own but it’s ultimately no use. Mio’s dad adopting him in his head because he knows he fucked up but also that Yuma's getting fucked up by his circumstances. And despite everything, it all wasn't enough.

There's so many good points that just get thrown out the window half way through. The ending in particular, oof. Of course too high stakes wouldn't stick, but the fact that despite establishing a post-game world, we don't even get to play in it, but get sent back to Ch5 again.

Also I can somewhat excuse the dragons going poof, but cmon. Yuma wasn't a dragon, he's a human with high stats. My man was the equivalent of someone breeding pokemon for tournaments and slapping bonbons at their faces so they evolve faster.

We were literally god for a few sec, why not just make him and Mio actual siblings. Or the twins not-swords. What does our protag have against them specifically.

Also.

Why are we able to fuck a minor.

Even ignoring Yuma and his reverse "anime girl is actually 1000y old dragon” type shit going on, just...Mio. I do NOT care how anyone chooses to personally interpret her scene or your characters’ age- the game portrays you as an adult at all times, her dating scene is just like the others which are VERY obvious about getting spicy behind the fade to black, and Mio’s dialogue during said scene is straight up smth along the lines of "Can you…make me an adult like this?”

That girl is 14. The intention of the devs is very clear. Also you have to do this if you wanna get a strong item; how great. (sarcasm)

Speaking of which; tone it down with the casual sexual harassment in general? Sure That One Scene with Allie could be read as hidden forshadowing (her checking that you’re not pulling a Yuma rn) but cmon. "Hope I wont get sued for sexual harassment ✨”. Oof. And until that one I thought Julietta was the walking stereotype, but no he’s the more normal one of them. She’s like "the Mother", i know, so that’s what it’s probably supposed to come across as, overbearingly caring, but nah. Someone at Sega just heard "mommy” instead and the rest of the world has to suffer for it.

Anyways I do like how pretty much every single npc in this game is casually bi AND that one random guard is explicitly gay. AND they didn’t censor Julietta’s name/name him John or smth, frankly shocked they didn’t do that. Good for all of them. (Still the flamboyant harrassing queer stereotype but half the npcs need to be on some list so it’s whatever. He's very chill for the setting he's in. The non-callback characters in general are pretty good in how they're fleshed out, too.)

Genuinely though, for a game that explicitly gender locks voice actors and portraits, or any game ever while we're at it, the casualness of this was. Surprising in a good way. Could've just been the result of the way the game handles character/team composition in cutscenes and the devs being too lazy to change it, but other games would've gone out their way to gender lock this too.

Anyways, the game has a cat cafe that lets you hang out with them to get skill points and one class learns their Super Strong Skill of Mass Destruction from it. 10/10 no complains best feature ever.

TLDR a very 6/10 game and it lost all those points in the actively malicious presentation. Don't use callbacks to previous games as the entire basis for the plot, especially if those games were on other console lines/Japan exclusive, respectively. Oof. Love the cat cafe though. More games should have them.

[rubys-domain]

just thoughts and rambles about personal genshin gameplay and my plans in genshin

(under a read more cuz it's pretty long)

today's a meh day for my genshin playing. i'm trying to condense my resin so i can grind talent books tomorrow, so today all i did resin-wise was getting the three x2 talent books. and i can't even spend mora because i'm trying to crown bennett's and kazuha's bursts. and crowning is frickin expensive. (oh yeah guess my last crown is going to kazuha after all lol.) i cleared some stories and hangouts on the alt, but those didn't really feel fun since i already know all the stories.

it's kinda concerning that i'm already ar 54 on this account. and two-thirds of the way to ar 55. it somehow feels like it took even less time than my main, even though realistically it took about the same time to get to ar 55. what's suprising to me is that i've been really neglecting world quests on the alt, while i basically did world quests as i came across them on main. yet somehow i'm almost ar 55 anyway? that's kinda wild to me. and i haven't done anything in dragonspine yet either. did i really do that much grinding? goddamn.

i can't wait for it to be tomorrow. it might be the day when the full details of the next banners are released. i decided to stop pulling on the alt because i'm one pull away from soft pity, and upon further consideration i don't strictly need kokomi on the alt. it'd be really, really nice to have a second dedicated healer (i refuse to use yaoyao because her voice is grating to me. i don't hate her or anything; i just really don't like her jp voice. and i play with jp voices so yeah). but eh whatever i'll just have to build barbara really well until i get someone else. hopefully baizhu if his rerun happens super early so i don't have to build dendro mc for my razor hyperbloom team. xingqiu's rain sword hydro app and the like is the one thing my alt really needs right now. if xingqiu isn't on the next banner then at least i'll have yelan until i can get him for sure from the starglitter shop. although i'd rather i get him through pulling so i can get beidou from the shop instead. for my future taser team, and also her swimming passive. and if he is on the banner, hopefully i get him before i get a 5 star so i can pull for the zhong-dong. i'm on a 50/50 but i'd rather not risk it if i can help it. of course i don't get my c4 yanfei or a rosaria cuz the game hates me.

actually... i can wait half a month longer for xingqiu to come home. i just really need my c4 yanfei so i finally have a non-interfering shield. and then i can just not bother trying to pull for zhongli since i'd have two shielders already and pulling for 5 stars is exhausting. maybe in his natlan rerun. just... not right now. and if i get kokomi in the meantime, well... i get a second healer. cool. she'll probably function as nothing more than a generic healer (maybe i could use her in a kaeya freeze team but that's further down the line), but i literally only have barbara and yaoyao (whom, again, i don't want to use) so having another one will do wonders for a comfier experience (especially since my layla is still very not built so her shield is paper-thin rn).

[mayuuunaise]

i just have such a soft spot for the anemo characters with the traveler, especially since the anemo element generally equates to freedom, to which the twins were an embodiment of and the one thing that had been stripped away from them by the unknown god. i could go on and on about the significance of anemo being the first element the traveler resonates with and venti being the archon closest to them, but there’s also something really special about the potential dynamics the travelers have with the anemo users.

[doqqy]

idk what my pity was at because i took a huge break from genshin but i got yelan in a single 10 pull

[deffonotsimping]

hiya<3 i saw your playable reader au and i love it! i was wondering if i could request a playable reader au with itto,kazuha, and thoma where playable reader is generally a very soft spoken person and is a big cinnamon roll that everyone likes and reader is probably really well known because of how soft they are and how nice they are to children and have some great accomplishments along with being wholesome(sorry if its very descriptive!) pls dont overwork yourself to much<3

That's so cute, I love it omg

Characters: Itto + Kazuha + Thoma

-> Masterlist

content!! playable reader AU, slight spoilers for the archon quest, spoilers for Thoma's hangout event

Arataki Itto

You two are so adorable it's pathetic.

People headcanon you two to look over children together and you to softly scold him whenever he's being "mean"!

They imagine him to be extremely protective over you because how couldn't he be? You're so wholesome and everything about you screams soft

So much fanart of you two just cuddling in the warmth of each other's embrace, his face buried in your neck as he has his arms around you, not too tightly though in fears of breaking you.

They started shipping you two even though you haven't interacted in the game yet, however it is heavily implied that you know each other.

You, working as a general for the rebellion - which is a shock because? how can you be so soft and wholesome while literally working for the rebellion and fighting???? - should have met him already? right?

Well, they don't care anyway, you two are cute and that's all they need.

As for the popularity in this ship. Well. Either they ship you or they think people that ship you are just so annoyingly obsessed with making a character softer than they actually are for the sake of a ship.

WHICH IS SO WRONG BECAUSE YOU ARE CANONICALLY SOFT AND WHOLESOME!!

Kaedehara Kazuha

You're a part of the Crux! Being one of Beidou's closest acquaintances (friends? besties? best friends forever?), you're bound to have met Kazuha!

(someone request for Beidou sometime pls I love her with my whole heart - generally any female characters too btw 😡 please I'm gay and I need them ‼️)

You got introduced to the Traveler right before they got to Inazuma. After the thing with the reactivation of the vision obviously didn't work, we can see a scene of you trying to comfort Kazuha.

Half of the fandom fell in love with you right then and there. You're so soft spoken and your voice feels as though you're whispering all the time, which some people appreciate.

"Kazuha, move, it's my turn to be in love with Reader."

So. Yes, the shippers are rather jealous at both of you - they still love you though!

Anyway. Once you're featured on Kazuha's banner as a new four star people start to go crazy!!

"Must.. c6.... them....... *ends up with c5 Kazuha and c2 Reader*"

Yeah. Ouch.

You're also an amazing dps Character if teamed with Kazuha and people just take that as a sign!!

If any Zhongli or Childe mains read this you probably know how awkward it is playing with each other and how much tension there is. Yes. This applies to Kazuha mains and Reader mains.

Thoma

Soft and softer right here!

You're shown in his hangout event when him and the Traveler put clothes on the animals! Thoma said that he knew a person that was amazing at stuff like that and guess who that was! - you of course!

Ever since then people kept talking about scenarios in which the both of you just freshly met - how did that go?

Canonically, we don't know yet! However, it will be revealed in one of your voicelines once you're out as a character.

Shippers like to imagine that you two met when seeing an injured animal at different times and taking care of it without knowing of each other until one day you meet! :)

The ship is so amazing, lots of people like it and you don't have a lot of haters. (Well, people that like Thoma x Ayato usually don't necessarily enjoy ThoDer (Thoma x Reader) but there's still nothing but respect between the shippers for each other!)

oops Thoma's was shorter than the others ehe forgive me 🙏

I actually really like how this turned out? I specifically think Kazuha's hcs are the best ones in this post :))

[bratkook]

right now. (m) jjk.

not yet, almost , right now

pairing. jungkook x reader genre. fluff, smut, idiots to lovers!! word count. 14.8k warnings. two mega fucking idiots<33, miscommunication/dumb assumptions, smut in forms of: fingering, oral sex (f.), orgasm denial, spanking, some spit bc duh, unprotected sex, super sweet & lovey!! also jungkook is a sweetheart pls love him summary. coming to terms with your feelings after getting off to the idea of your close friend is a little harder than you thought, but how long can you take before jungkook decides its time to move on? note. did jlin forget how to write for a few weeks? yes, yes she did....i know this took a long time but life is rough man so forgive me... but anyways lol the final part to the not yet!verse is hereeeee! thank you to @kithtaehyung​ for reading this over for me ily!! thank you guys for enjoying this mini series, the response was really unexpected but im sososo happy over every comment/ask i’ve gotten for this story. once again, tysm for your love and let me know what you think<3

The evening sun illuminates Jungkook’s apartment, golden hour bouncing off every reflective surface and straight into his eyes the second he walks in, immediately squinting as he makes a beeline to shut the blinds. His head was already throbbing from the hangover that decided to peak around noon, a mean case of nausea putting a damper on his work day. So as much as he loved soaking in some vitamin D today was not the day. 

“Are you joking?” he huffs as he brings down the blinds, hand yanking at the flimsy string in an attempt to get it unstuck. “How stup—you’d think with the amount I pay every month in rent the blinds would work!” 

Alright, so maybe he was a little grumpy today, choosing to take it out on an inanimate object and blame it purely on the bad decisions made last night—definitely had nothing to do with the residual moping of you going on a date. This could be fixed, easily. 

The first order of business? Texting you to see if you’d be interested in devouring greasy food from your favorite place down the street. He’d get to see you and finally put something in his stomach, it’s the best of both worlds really. 

Jungkook forgets about the blinds, leaving them stuck in the awkward position as he walks away entirely, fishing his phone out of his pocket while he enters his room. It’s the same text he always sends when he’s hangry: If I don’t get food in the next 15 mins I'm burning this place down and taking you with me. 

He knows the response he’ll get, either that meme of the child in front of a burning house or an equally hangry paragraph. The phone gets tossed onto his bed as he changes out of his work clothes, needing to dispose of the business casual attire that was suffocating him, his old college hoodie giving him the comfort he needs. 

By the time he’s finally slipping on his sneakers he’s expecting you to come knocking on his door, your impatient attitude always putting a smile on his face. Half of the time your neighbors thought you were having arguments from the way you’d pound onto the slab of wood, saying his name with just enough annoyance laced into each syllable it would fool anyone into thinking you were actually upset instead of being a brat. But when that never comes, he reaches for his phone again. 

A few notifications fill up his screen, some instagram direct message previews, his group chat that he never responded to, and a few emails coming through, but you had yet to respond. Maybe it’s a little creepy, but Jungkook knows you’re home because he passed by your parked car on his way in. So his mind jumps to two extremes: you were either face down, drowning in your bathtub, or that yellow shades wearing wannabe version of himself was at your place. 

Not an ounce of shame sits within him as he speedwalks to the side his bed was on, placing both palms onto the wall before his ear was pressed against the cold drywall. Jungkook’s not really sure what would make him feel good, hearing you and Jung Hoseok together, or hearing nothing at all. His ears strain to hear anything, but the only sound he gets is his own blood pumping. 

With a small pout he pulls back, deciding he’d play the annoying neighbor role today and pound on your door instead. It’s a role he doesn’t take lightly, knuckles banging on the wood loud enough for you to hear wherever you were in your apartment. It takes a few minutes before any sign of life is shown, your door creaking open, and Jungkook is thankful because he was about to head to the maintenance office to ask for a key in case you actually were drowning in your bathtub. 

“C’mon, let’s get food,” he declares instantly, a charming smile on his face as he stands with his hands stuffed into his jean pockets. The smile slowly falls off when he gets a good look at you, hair looking like a mess on your head and your fluffy blanket draped around you as you give out a weak cough. “Are you sick?”

“I think so,” you rasp out, leaning against your door frame and tugging the blanket tighter around you. 

“Did that fucker give you mono?” Jungkook looks irritated, brows pinched together in a grimace—something you’re definitely not accustomed to seeing so you almost don’t catch his accusation.

“Jungkook, no! It’s nothing serious.”

He doesn’t look fully convinced, but he shrugs anyways, positive you weren’t interested in getting interrogated when you were feeling under the weather. “Alright, let me know if you need me to drive you to the doctor if it becomes something serious.”

With a roll of your eyes and a small smile, you wave him off, slowly shutting the door behind you. Your eye immediately peeks through your peephole, not relaxing until he makes his way down the hall and enters the elevator, still on his quest for greasy food. 

“God, how old are you?” you grumble to yourself, yanking the blanket off your body and onto the floor with a huff. Pretending to be sick to avoid your friend was a new low, especially after the post-orgasm epiphany you had last night. A sane person would come to terms with their feelings and confess to them, uncertainty and possible rejection be damned! But you? No, you have to fake a cold like the giant coward you are. 

The guilt only deepens when a knock comes from your door an hour later, a quick peek through your peephole allowing you to see Jungkook setting two plastic bags on the floor before stepping back and walking to his apartment next door. You don’t come out until you hear his door shut, seeing the logo of your favorite diner down the street. No doubt would your comfort meal be inside the takeaway container. 

It takes all you have to not rush over to his place and say you were lying when you see he had also gone ahead and got you cold medication, a few different bottles because he surely didn’t know which was best, along with teas and some cough drops. 

You’re a dirty liar. A horrible friend too. 

That doesn’t stop you from devouring the meal in the takeout box as you’re hunched over your breakfast bar like a little gremlin. “This is just for today,” you mumble out to yourself as you set the plastic fork down and chug some of the leftover alcohol you had in your fridge. It’s your own version of a pity party, except the food feels heavy in your stomach, knowing the man you were avoiding was the one who bought it—bring on the guilt. 

“I’ll talk to him tomorrow.”

You’re a dirty liar and horrible friend 2.0. Why this time? Because tomorrow stretched out a few more days than planned. It wasn’t entirely intentional at first, getting stuck at work longer than usual and missing the weekly hangout at your place where you got your remote covered in cheeto dust as you argued over what to watch. But it trickled down onto shorter replies to his texts, or you scrambling out of your apartment and into the elevator so fast in order to not run into him, your mind still trying to list all the pros and cons to this potential relationship before you even had the guts to confess to your feelings. 

Jungkook didn’t know thats what was occupying your mind, no he was currently thinking the worst. He notices the change instantly, recognizing it because this was the exact way you had acted while you were with Hajoon, right before you broke the news to him that you needed to keep some distance while you focused on your relationship. So Jungkook automatically assumes that your sudden change in behavior after going on a single date with Jung Hoseok, was because you wanted to make your relationship with this man work. 

His assumption stings—a lot actually—and soon enough he stops initiating conversations altogether. He didn’t want to hear you tell him you had to distance yourself again, he’s not sure his heart could handle that a second time, so he decides to get ahead of the curb and take a massive step away from you. It hurts him to know you’re right next door, and just like before, it’s like you’re back to being total strangers. 

Safe to say Jungkook was currently going on his own downward spiral. 

You could text him like nothing had happened and he’d accept it with open arms, but instead you text your best friend an SOS text, begging her to meet you at your place. She calls you dramatic at first, but once you say it’s about Jungkook she shows up at your place in record time. 

“Did you finally fuck him?” Is her greeting of choice, spoken shamelessly from the hallway with no worry about her volume. She cackles when you yank the bottle of wine from her grasp and tug her into your apartment, letting the door slam behind her. 

“You’re lucky he’s not home you bitch.” An eye roll is her only response, yanking the bottle back and making her way into your kitchen to grab the opener. 

“So you didn’t fuck him?” The cork pops at her question, a curious glance staring you down as she pours the red liquid into an oversized cup. 

“No Seulgi, I didn’t fuck him. But I did...something.” It makes your face warm up as you remember it, gratefully grabbing the cup she hands your way because you definitely need some liquid courage before confessing to your sins.

She hums in thought as she raids your pantry for something to munch on, settling on a bag of mini pretzels before leading you to your couch, needing to know the gossip that led to your sos text. “Okay, did you accidentally send him a nude then?”

“No, that wouldn’t be so bad I think?” Sending him an accidental nude would be laughable, probably resolved by a few screaming texts and dumb jokes before moving on. But new feelings seeing the light of day seemed so much worse. “But I sort of kissed him at a club a few weeks ago to get back at Hajoon—long story,” you cut in when you see her ready to fire off questions. 

“And then I went on that failed Tinder date I told you about, and when I got home I sort of heard him, you know,”— you mimic a jerking off motion with your hand and ignore her lewd gasp, “and then I…” you trail off shamefully. 

“No!” she gasps even louder, hand pressed to her mouth and eyes wide. 

“Yes! And the fucking orgasm opened my eyes and made me realize that maybe that tiny crush you guys always joke about him having is real, and maybe I have a tiny crush on him too.”

“Does he know?”

“That I like him?”

“No, that you rubbed one out while listening to him you dirty slut!” Oh she’s loving this, leaning back into your cushions with a handful of pretzels resting on her boobs, a sly smile on her lips as she takes a sip of her wine. She’s the one who planted the seed in your mind, playfully joking about Jungkook any chance she got, saying he had the hots for you because she enjoyed the flustered look on your face. No doubt would she text the group chat with the news the second you finish this cry for help. 

“Do you think I told him? I can barely come to terms with the fact that I like him. Like what am I supposed to do?”

She sighs dramatically, munching on the final pretzel on her tits before sitting up and dusting off the crumbs from her shirt. “Look, I know you’re just realizing that he likes you so this is still new and fresh for you, but we’ve noticed it for years. It’s fine that you didn’t see it, you had other things occupying your mind.” 

You frown as you stare at the rug beneath your feet, remembering how life was when you first moved into this complex. Getting out of a previous relationship weeks prior, when you had met Jungkook your mind was not interested in pursuing anything with him regardless of how cute you thought he was. It made it easier for you to form a friendship, not worried about trying to impress him, or flirt with him, allowing him to see you for who you truly are. 

Jungkook had his fair share of girlfriends during the years, none of which were entirely serious but by the time he was completely single you had met Hajoon, and he had accepted the fact that maybe you were better off as friends and he would just admire you from afar. That is, until you decided to plant one on him. So technically this is your fault. 

“Jungkook likes you okay, and I’m sure if you just marched next door and told him you like him too he’ll drop on one knee and marry you.”

“Shut up,” you snort, shoving her shoulder with a smile. 

“As a matter of fact, go over there right now!” She stands up from her spot, yanking your arms to haul you up with her. 

“I told you, he’s not home. But, I’ll tell him. I have to.”

Seulgi crosses her arms over her chest as she stares at you, clearly displeased that she wouldn’t be witness to this love story unfolding in real time. “You better. You never know what sneaky little bitch is trying to get him to get over you.”

The sneaky little bitch in question is Park Jimin, currently sitting directly across from Jungkook, guzzling down beer like his life depends on it. It's impressive really, how quickly he empties the cup, eyes shut looking as content as could be even in the dim lighting. Jungkook can only watch with a grimace as his friend sets the glass down and wipes at his mouth with no sense of table manners. 

“What?” he burps, proceeding to pour more of the golden liquid into his cup from the pitcher in the middle of the table. 

“I always forget how absolutely disgusting you are. How do you do it?” Jimin just frowns at the question, not entirely understanding so Jungkook continues. “What switch do you flip to go from sipping champagne to chugging beer like a fucking biker.”

“It’s a talent, I know.” He smiles wide, reaching forward to grip Jungkook’s hand and force him to grab his own cup. Condensation was pooling around the bottom from sitting there untouched, and that just wouldn’t do on Jimin’s watch. “C’mon, drink it!”

“Fine,” Jungkook grumbles, raising the glass and allowing Jimin to clank the cups together before taking a big gulp. He doesn’t clear the cup like his friend did seconds prior but it's enough to appease him. It tastes absolutely bitter the whole way down, settling into his stomach uncomfortably, and the look on his face as he pushes the glass away from him is very telling. 

Boisterous shouts fill the sports bar they were in, huddles of people surrounding the tables and booths as they watched the current soccer match playing on the televisions lining the walls. Jungkook honestly feels like a debby downer now, moping in his seat instead of enjoying the atmosphere with his friend like they normally did. The current game was definitely not the reason Jungkook had texted Jimin to grab drinks, no he needed an outlet to talk about you—preferably in a space that didn’t have walls as thin as his apartment.  

When he barely acknowledges the plate of wings set in front of him Jimin huffs, resisting the urge to dig in because he knew once he did he wouldn’t be able to focus on anything else. “Are you gonna be like this the entire time?”

“Like what?” Jungkook has the gall to ask, acting as if he wasn’t looking like a wounded animal. 

“Like you just discovered your wife of ten years is having an affair with your sister.”

He sits up straighter at that, eyes wide in disbelief. “Jesus.“

Jimin knew the jist of what was happening through the texts he had received the past week, but it seems like Jungkook didn’t want to jump into the topic of it at all now that they were sitting across from each other. He just sighs before deciding to be honest, wasting no time beating around the bush to hopefully be the voice of reason Jungkook needs. “You’ve been simping over her for years JK, and I get it, you think she could be the one. But what about you huh? It’s not fair for you to have your heart wrung out each time she gets a man and decides to put the friendship on pause—“

“That happened once!” He defends, brows pinched on his forehead as he shakes his head, ready to explain your situation because he wasn’t a fan of hearing his friend say anything about you when he didn’t truly know what happened. “The dude was a piece of shit and basically told her it was him or me. I’m not gonna crucify her for wanting a long term relationship to work.”

“Right, so she’s not icing you out again because she got a new man? That’s literally what you told me, it’s why I bought you this sympathy pitcher of beer!”

“Fuck you, you bought this pitcher for yourself.” Jimin had chugged two giant glasses of beer already, and was steadily working on his third, whereas Jungkook’s watered down cup remained relatively untouched. “Besides, I was just...spiraling and assumed when I sent you that desperate text. But I haven’t heard anything.”

Jimin can only stare blankly at the table as he processes what was just said before locking eyes with his friend once more, “Sorry, what? You haven’t heard anything? The hell kind of riddle is that.”

Jungkook sinks into the booth with a look of shame, not wanting to admit to occasionally laying in his bed at night in complete and total silence just to see if he could hear you and the hypothetical version of Jung Hoseok doing literally anything. It’s not one of his proudest moments, feeling like a bit of a creeper as he laid stiff on his bed, too scared to make a sound.  “Nothing, forget about it. Point is, I haven’t seen the fucker come in or out of her place, so what does that mean?”

A deep sigh comes from Jimin, hand reaching forward to push the beer closer to Jungkook, desperately trying to get him to drink and ease up. “It means you pay far too much attention to her. When was the last time you got any action?”

Two weeks ago. From his hand and filthy imagination. 

“A few months,” he grumbles, remembering his last hook up that happened a few days before he discovered you got dumped. 

“Get outta here.” Jimin rolls his eyes as he points to the door. “Literally, go stand at the corner outside, show some thighs or a tattooed titty and take your pick of the swarm of girls that will surely follow you.”

Jungkook thinks he’s joking, but when his friend doesn’t drop his hand and narrows his eyes threateningly he knows he’s being serious. “My tits aren’t even tattooed,”—his large palms press against his shirt covered chest as if to prove a point— “And you sound like a douchebag talking like this.”

“What? She went on a tinder date and definitely got laid, so you need to even out the playing field. Also, it might help you chill the hell out.”

“Oh my god, you’re not helping.” Jungkook really didn’t need that visual again, it had flashed in his mind too often the night of his pity party and now it was once again at the front of his brain. 

“Alright, okay. I’m throwing out my safe word right now.” Jimin leans closer, arms resting on the table with a confused look on his face. “What do you need from me here? Like, do I play the role of a supportive friend who wants you to get over her, or do I play the role of a friend who wants you to confess? Because you’re giving me some mixed signals Jeon.”

A groan escapes Jungkook, fingers rubbing at his eyes before dragging down his face as he sinks even further into his seat. “I don’t know.” 

It’s the truth. Jungkook had no idea what he wanted his friend to do to help him. He knew that although his feelings for you have weighed heavy on his chest for what seems like years, you technically had no idea, so he feels a little guilty over his frustration for the whole situation. You were newly single again and determined to go through this self proclaimed wild phase so Jungkook isn’t dumb enough to think you can’t go out and do whatever you want, even if that means being with someone who isn’t him. 

“Look,” Jimin sighs, pulling him out of his thoughts. “You only have two choices here, tell her how you feel and accept whatever comes with it, or make peace with the idea of just being friends. Either way, I think you need to loosen up and have fun tonight.”

“Yeah, you’re right.” Jungkook sits himself up, wrapping his fingers around the cup in an effort to at least look like he wanted to be here. He couldn’t sit here and mope about a problem like this when he hadn’t attempted to come out and tell you how he feels. 

One night of loosening up to get you off his mind wouldn’t hurt, if anything it might help him come to his senses. At least that’s what Jimin was currently whispering with a mischievous smile on his lips. “It’ll be fine, I’ll make sure you don’t black out and get home safe. Who knows, you might get plastered enough to drunk text your confession.”

Jungkook glares at his friend, not liking the goofy look on his face as he starts to laugh. “I swear to god, you better not let me get to that point. Take my phone away from me.”

Jimin obviously wants to see the world burn, or at least he enjoys it when Jungkook somehow digs himself into his own grave. That's exactly why he responds with a million laughing emojis when Jungkook texts him asking why the hell he hadn’t taken his phone last night. 

He did a good job hiding his shock when a knock came from his front door, half expecting it to be you, keeping a smile on his face as he allowed  the person who was very clearly not you in before swiftly entering his bathroom. Jungkook wants to stay locked here forever, holed up while he sits on his toilet and not in the living room with company. It wasn’t like it was bad company either, his drunken ass going through his contact list and sending an invitation to hangout the following day to the last person he spoke to, Aillie. 

The girl is sweet, someone he had a casual fling with for months, someone who was used to his random texts so she doesn’t think twice before agreeing. The only silver lining to this was that he hadn’t sent you a typo-filled drunken confession, which is what Jimin responds with before telling him to suck it up and leave his bathroom. 

Jungkook accepts his fate, as well as accepting that he is partially responsible for this. He shoves his device back into his pockets before standing up and flushing the toilet for show, washing his hands just to stall. One good glance at his reflection makes him cringe, stained shirt and sweats combo leaves him looking like the unprepared mess he is. Another detour through his room to change was a must before he has no choice but to step back out. 

“You’re totally hung over aren’t you?” Aillie jokes from her spot on the couch, comfortable enough in his apartment from the time spent here. She locks her phone as she stands up, taking her time to really look Jungkook over. He was not dressed like someone who was expecting a guest, and despite having seen Jungkook at his sloppiest, his previous attire of oversized shirt and slightly stained sweatpants didn’t look like someone who was expecting a fuck buddy to pop over. Even with his new outfit looking more put together, it was obvious Jungkook was caught off guard by her showing up. 

“What?” Jungkook dumbly asks, trying to come up with some lame excuse to justify his earlier appearance but he falls short. His fingers gently rake through his hair, a grimace falling on his face as he looks back up at her. “Actually, a little. Sorry, I got drunk last night when I text you so sober me was not really prepared.”

“Yeah I figured, you sent me some blurry selfies right after. But we can just hang, we don’t have to do anything,” she trails off, a soft smile on her lips. The only time they ever hung out was to hook up, having ten minute conversations before and after the fact. “Or I can leave too if it's weird that I’m here.” 

Jungkook is shaking his head before she can even finish, already feeling bad enough after texting her to come over. How shitty would he be if he immediately kicked her out. This was fine, a nice distraction from it all, decent middle ground that would help him get his mind off you without having to take Jimin’s douchebag advice. 

“No, we can watch a movie or something. It’s not like I have other plans.” Had this been two weeks ago it would be a totally different story. Jungkook would typically be waiting in his apartment as he stared at the slowly ticking clock, just waiting for it to strike 7:30 because that's when you usually got home. Then he’d either get a text from you to come over with snacks or you’d show up at his door and invite yourself over for the weekly game night. 

It didn’t happen last week, or the week prior, so Jungkook is very confident that it would not be happening today either. It’s that same sense of confidence—and saltiness—that allows him to get comfortable with Aillie, blissfully unaware that you had just pulled into the parking garage a few stories below. 

“I swear to god if you don’t go straight to his door the minute you get off the elevator I will never let you live it down.” Seulgi’s voice fills your car through the speakers, fading out as you shut the car off and bring your phone to your ear to continue the conversation. 

“Dude, I just got off work. I need to make myself look decent.” Plastic bags rustle together as you grab the snacks you had picked up on your way home, all full of yours and Jungkook's favorite treats. It was definitely a guilt fueled purchase, hoping the items were enough to distract him from the fact that you were kind of a bitch for ghosting him recently, or at least butter him up into accepting your apology easier. 

“You think Jungkook cares if you’re a little sweaty from work? He’s a grown man, that’s not gonna stop him from going do—“

“Okay, goodbye!” You hastily cut her off as you press the elevator button, hearing her rambling off about being interrupted. “I’m about to get on the elevator, I’ll tell you how it goes.”

With a small sigh you hang up and stuff the device into your purse, stepping onto the lift as the doors open up and pressing the number for your floor. Your hands are clammy as you grip the plastic bag, uncharacteristically nervous about seeing Jungkook again after so long. 

The main obstacle for you to get over was apologizing for being a crappy friend, and if that went well you were going to suck it up and just come out and confess, the odds of him saying no were slim. And even if he did, you’re perfectly content with staying friends, as long as you could keep him close. 

It’s that same optimistic mentality that allows you to calm down as you enter your place and decide to give yourself a minute to mentally prepare. His favorite ice cream gets put into the freezer for later before you decide to shower and give yourself a pep talk the entire time. 

This pep talk of yours is filled with best case scenarios: Jungkook accepting the confession with open arms, finally being able to kiss him properly, everything falling into place the way it should have a long time ago. And as you head over, totally sober, freshly washed, looking and smelling your best, you really can’t picture this going any other way. 

With a deep breath you’re knocking on his front door, quickly pulling back your hand and wiping it onto your pants as you step back. Jungkook hears the knock clearly from his spot on the couch, his gaze tearing away from the television to stare at his front door with a small frown. He hadn’t ordered any food and Aillie had just excused herself to use his bathroom so his brain is having a hard time wondering who it could be. 

He curses under his breath, not putting it past himself to have texted a second person last night with an invitation to hang out. Why was Jungkook a friendly drunk?

As he presses his eye against the peephole and spots you standing there, he thinks he’s imagining things. It had seemed like so long since he had last seen you in person, and the warped fish-eyed version of you has him stepping back and rubbing his eyes before taking another glance. He suddenly feels like throwing up, and he can’t blame his earlier hangover on it. 

For a brief second he contemplates pretending he hadn’t heard you, but the guilt of doing so makes his heart twist, so he musters up the courage to open the door. It’s barely a crack really, just enough for you to see him while still concealing his apartment, something you definitely found strange because you’re usually flinging the door open and strutting right in, but you suppose his reaction is warranted considering your previous behavior. 

“Y/N, hey. Are you alright?”

“Huh? Yeah, I’m fine!” Your fingers tangle together in front of you, not entirely sure what to do with your nerves and Jungkook spots it easily. His own nerves sky rocket when he hears the sound of running water coming from his bathroom a few feet away, knowing Aillie would most likely pop out any second now, and he’s not sure why it feels like a dirty secret that he has another girl over. 

“Did you need something?”

“Yeah, I was actually wanting to talk to you about something kind of important.” Your smile is hopeful, despite the nerves swirling in your eyes. The nervous skip of your heart is felt in your throat, not remembering the last time you had felt this way about telling someone how you felt about them romantically. 

“Right now?” he wonders, fingers gripping the door handle tighter when he hears his bathroom door unlock, the sound of footsteps rounding the corner before stepping into the living room, a few feet away from the door and in perfect view of the wedge Jungkook had opened. 

When your eyes flicker over his shoulder, spotting the auburn haired girl giving you a curious glance, you feel all your confidence slip away. Seulgi had definitely been right about needing to confess soon, Jungkook was a catch and just because you hadn’t realized it sooner didn’t mean the rest of the world was blind to it. 

“Yeah, right now...but you’re busy, so it’s fine!” You want to scramble away from there, feeling dumb the longer you stand there. Jungkook wants to say he’s not busy, kick the girl out of his place and invite you in but that wouldn’t be fair to her, for all he knew your important conversation would be a repeat of the conversation you had over Hajoon, and he really didn't want to get friendship dumped while this girl was in his apartment. He’s pretty sure his Yelp rating would drop a bit if he cried on the couch about you to his old hook up. 

He starts to speak but you cut him off before he can, “Don’t worry about it! I’ll see you later.” You force a smile before walking away, not allowing him to get a word in as you quickly step into your apartment and move to the furthest room away from your bedroom. 

You can feel the cold of your kitchen floor as you sit on your butt, back against your cabinets, the small twinge of defeat spreading within you. “This is fine. Maybe she’s just a friend. I can always tell him tomorrow,” you whisper out. But your fingers seem to think otherwise as they type out a message to Seulgi, informing her that the mission was unsuccessful and you’d be putting on The Notebook like you always did. It was basically protocol to do so when things went south in your life. 

She doesn’t even know how to console you, knowing she can’t tell you it was his loss or that he wasn’t worth it because she knows that’d be a lie and you wouldn’t believe it for a second. The only thing she can offer is coming over, but you’re quick to turn her down, deciding that being alone in the comfort of your bed as you inhaled the ice cream you bought for Jungkook would be best. 

Is being in your room the wisest choice when you know you share a wall with Jungkook—and he has a cute girl over? No. Probably not. But you figure if you hear anything explicit it’s just your dose of karma, so you accept it, turning up the volume of the movie a few levels just to soften the blow. 

However, Jungkook would definitely not be hooking up with her in his bedroom, or anywhere in his apartment for that matter. Luckily Aillie is blessed with the gift of reading the damn room and can easily spot the shift in Jungkook’s mood the second he shuts the door. She’s sitting on the edge of the couch now, hands gently placed on her knees as she gives him a sympathetic smile. 

“I get the vibe that somethings off.”

He looks up at her then, slowing his pace until he’s awkwardly standing in the middle of the room with his hands shoved deep into his pockets. “My friend—my neighbor just wanted to talk about something. But everything’s fine.”

The lie tastes bitter on his tongue, and Aillie doesn’t believe him in the slightest. A small sigh fills the air as she stands up, collecting her bag and approaching him. “Look, I know deep talks really aren’t our thing so I’m not going to even try to dive into this, but you should go talk to your friend.”

A comforting hand is placed on his shoulder before she makes her way to the door to leave, Jungkook already following closely behind her. “No, you don’t have to go. You came all this way because I texted you with way too much tequila in my system.”

“Jungkook,” she laughs, opening the door with a smile. “You’re way too sweet for your own good. It was nice seeing you though.” Her eyes slowly move over to your front door before looking back at him, head cocking to the side in a very clear indication that he better go over. He can only nod in understanding, waving her goodbye and shutting the door once she heads down to the elevator. 

The action sounds of the movie they were watching continues to fill his apartment, whatever chaos was going on only making his brain whirl so he’s quick to grab the remote and shut it off entirely. Now he’s just stuck in complete silence, wondering if he should quickly make his way over to yours or play it calm and collected. 

The total silence allows him to hear the muffled mumbling of a movie he knew all too well. It draws him in, lures him into his bedroom until he’s kneeling on the mattress with his ear pressed against the wall to properly make it out. You were watching the Notebook, at a concerning volume, which could mean a number of things. Jungkook knew none of them were good, usually rooted in issues you had with your ex, or a tough day at work, or any particular day where you just felt like crying. 

With a deep breath, he’s slowly knocking along his wall, almost experimentally, hoping it's enough to grab your attention through the current scene playing. For a second he thinks maybe you’ve fallen asleep while watching the film, but then the room falls silent as you pause it entirely. 

Your hearts racing now, ears straining to hear anything else and hoping this wasn’t how the beginning of the explicit noises would start, but then another knock comes from behind you. It makes you gasp, like you’ve just been caught being the nosey neighbor you are, hearing the soft scrape of his hand sliding down the wall. The ice cream gets put onto your nightstand as you sit up properly, forcing yourself out of the mountain of pillows you were practically suffocating in and turning around to knock back.

Jungkook’s palm presses back onto the wall, smiling at your response before fishing his phone out of his pocket. His fingers find your thread of messages, further down the list than he was used to, and as he opens them up and sees the string of unanswered texts dating back to two weeks ago, it stings just like it did before. He pushes his pride aside though, knowing you had wanted to talk today in person, so he proceeds to quadruple text you. 

Jungkook 8:44pm : are you seriously watching the notebook again?

You’re unlocking your phone the second it buzzes, smiling at the dimly lit screen before typing out a response. 

Y/N 8:45pm : shut up, it’s my comfort movie

Y/N 8:45pm : do you wanna watch it with me? for old times sake

The device is locked and placed face down onto your sheets the second you hit send, sinking into the pillows once again as you try not to scream at yourself because you know he’ll hear you. Why would you invite him over when he clearly has company? You had seen her with your own eyes, had seen how cute she is, had seen how cute Jungkook is, it doesn’t take a genius to put two and two together. 

Jungkook is quick though, texting back in agreement and heading over instantly. If you were watching your comfort movie then Jungkook wanted to make sure you were okay. Putting the past two weeks behind him, knowing you’d most likely have a good enough explanation—an explanation he would definitely be needing before the night was over—he’s knocking on your door before you can even check your messages. 

It takes you a minute to untangle your limbs from your covers as you hastily try to get to your door, sock clad feet sliding along your wooden floors when you finally yank the door open. Jungkook wears a soft smile as he stares down at you, taking note that you had switched your outfit to your usual sad movie binge attire of baggy shirt and lounge shorts. His eyes zero in on your lips when he notices there's something lingering at the corner of them. 

“So, are you gonna share whatever the hell that is?” His finger points at it smugly, laughing when your tongue peeks out to wipe it away. 

“It was actually meant to be for you.” Stepping aside, you let him enter your place. Jungkook almost feels a little strange being here after the weird few weeks, but he pushes it aside, just wanting things to feel normal. 

“Does that mean there’s no more left?” His eyes playfully narrow at you as you step closer, moving on to stare at the kitchen table, and the coffee table in search of the tub of ice cream that supposedly had his name on it. The earlier nerves you felt slowly fade away when you realize he’s not visibly upset about what happened, but it only makes your guilt deepen that despite your ability to be a crummy friend, Jungkook would still try his best to come through for you. 

“There’s about half of it left, it’s probably a little soft now though.” You side step him to enter the kitchen, grabbing an extra spoon and handing it over as a peace treaty, smiling when he gratefully accepts it. “C’mon, I paused the movie.”

Jungkook is not a stranger to your bedroom, especially when sappy movies were playing, finding his spot easily on the right side where he typically handed you tissues whenever you cried. The tissues were missing this time, in place of them being the bag of snacks you had bought, his ice cream on the other nightstand. 

“What part are you on?” he asks, settling onto the bed after fluffing up the pillows, waving his hands so you could pass the tub of ice cream his way. 

“It just started raining on the boat.” Jungkook hums, scooping out some of the chocolate ice cream and into his mouth. He knew this scene very well, and when you press play, he mentally repeats all of the lines. Just as Noah declares he wrote her 365 letters, you awkwardly clear your throat, your own spoon slowly sneaking over to his side to steal some ice cream for yourself. 

“I’m sorry if I made things awkward with your date.” Your voice sounds timid, something he’s not used to hearing from you at all, so he chuckles, laughing harder when you swat at his arm. “I’m serious, I should have texted you before just showing up.”

“Really? When have you ever done that before?” The two of you never notified the other when they wanted to show up, Jungkook had even given you the code to his place once when he was at work and you were desperate for some fruity pebbles—you used that code to your advantage and Jungkook never hated it. But all things considered, it's fair why you think you would have to give him a heads up. 

“You didn’t make it awkward though.” It’s not the complete truth, you coming over is what had made Aillie decide to leave, but Jungkook had to take most of the credit for it. “I kinda made it awkward from the beginning.”

“Why, what happened?”

“I went out last night with Jimin“ —you immediately hum in understanding, knowing very well how convincing Jimin could be with alcohol— “and apparently I texted her to hang out today, had no recollection, so when she showed up I was definitely not ready.”

“Damn, this is how I know you’re a better person than I am. If that happened to me, the second I checked my peephole and saw someone I didn’t remember inviting over, I’m gonna pretend I’m not home.”

“Yeah well, she lives like an hour away so I’d feel like an ass if I did that. Don’t think I’ll be talking to her again any time soon though.” He sighs in thought, gently tapping his spoon on the surface of the softening ice cream. There was one thing weighing heavy on his mind, needing to know what important thing you had to talk to him about, wondering if you were actually going to friendship dump him earlier and he had just made it worse by coming over and hanging out like old times. 

He doesn’t want to come right out and ask it though, not wanting to set himself up for an awkward conversation in case that wasn’t what you wanted to talk about, so he settles for something safe enough that would allow him to get a glimpse. 

“So how are things with Hoseok?” Yeah, that’s a good start. 

“Huh?” Your spoon freezes in its spot, face clearly looking confused in the dim glow of the television, the movie long forgotten now that you were speaking. 

“Tinder guy? Yellow sunglasses guy that gave you mono?” 

It suddenly clicks again, having forgotten all about Jung Hoseok the second you had gotten home from the failed date and came to terms with your feelings. Your lie of having a cold must have been believable enough for Jungkook to genuinely think he had given you something like mono. 

“He didn’t give me mono!” Jungkook rolls his eyes with a playful smile, humming along like he totally believes you. “But I didn’t tell you?”

He frowns as he stares at you, not entirely sure how to take your tone. “Tell me what? That you’re engaged and the wedding is in June?”

“No way,” you laugh, swatting his spoon away with a clank as you grab some ice cream before shoving it in your mouth, fighting against the brain freeze to continue speaking. “Our date was a bust.”

“How? Was it that bad?” He desperately wanted to know, having convinced himself the date had gone spectacularly well and you were now an exclusive item. The small twinge of guilt is felt when he realizes he’s a little too happy that the date had been a failure, but he allows himself to have this small, tiny victory. 

“Mm, it was so good it was bad.” He looks utterly confused, and you don’t blame him, so you elaborate. “He was this perfect gentleman who just wanted to play games, like to the point where he had a notebook where he was tallying our points, and then he walked me to my car and kissed my cheek goodbye.”

“Oh the horror!” Jungkook gasps, setting his spoon down to clutch his heart in dramatics. “How dare he try to romance you with a game night.”

“Jungkook, shut up!” you laugh, finally feeling like everything was right again, sitting in bed with your closest friend as you teased each other. “Look, I’ll give him some credit. The date was nice, he was not the sleazy douchebag his profile made him out to be, and I’m sure he’ll find the perfect girl for him on Tinder. But he clearly wanted something serious and—“

“And you don’t want that right now. It’s fair.” Of course you would turn him down, you had just decided to embark on this new adventure in the single world. It was kind of dumb for Jungkook to assume one date with Tinder Boy would be enough for you to give up your short lived dream. 

You take a steady breath at his words before taking another scoop of ice cream, lips wrapped around the spoon as you slowly pull it out of your mouth. The nerves are trickling back in, making your heart skip and your eyes bounce around. If you don’t come out and say it now, you know you never will. 

Your spoon joins his in the tub of ice cream before you decide to move it back to the nightstand, forcing yourself to look back at him, seeing him turned away as he rummages through the plastic bag full of snacks. “I don’t want that with him.”

Jungkook freezes, the rustling of plastic ceases as his hands come back to his sides and he turns back around. With him. He was the king of jumping to worse case scenarios so his brain has no issues coming to this very horrible conclusion. 

“Have you been talking to Hajoon again?”

“No, Jungkook I haven’t.”

“Are you sure? I’m saying this now, but if you get back with him I will not hesitate to pop him in the face if I run into him in the halls. It’s fair game out there, neutral territory for him to get his ass beat—“

“It’s you.”

His brain short circuits at that, mini versions of himself currently running around and screaming in his head as he tries to make sense of this. The first instinct he has is to crack a joke, to say that he hadn’t been talking to Hajoon again, and laugh it off. But you look a little too vulnerable right now, eyes nervously looking at him and then looking away at his lingering silence. 

“Wait, what?” It’s the only thing he can sputter out, caught off guard by your words, not wanting to say anything else in case the world was cruel enough for him to have completely misheard you. 

“I don’t want that with Tinder Boy or Hajoon, I want it with you.” It gets a little easier saying it a second time, but his reaction is hard to gauge. You had been expecting him to reciprocate the confession instantly, but the longer he looked shocked only made you think that you and Seulgi had been seriously wrong about his supposed crush. 

Jungkook is having a difficult time trying to go from you ghosting him to you suddenly admitting to liking him, the change in emotions not allowing him to say anything he had practiced in the mirror for so long. He can’t come out and give you a speech about how he thinks you’re the one, how you’re obviously a good match together, brain too focused on other details. “How long have you known this?”

“For the past two weeks, but deep down I know it’s been longer.”

His wide eyes glance over at you now, everything slowly clicking into place. “Is this why you’ve been avoiding me?”

“Yes,” you mumble, embarrassed over the way you had acted. The last time you had avoided someone was in elementary school, having a best friend go ask your crush if he likes you while you hid in the bathroom, scared of the answer. “I like you Jungkook and I knew I wouldn’t be able to play it cool. I was scared to say something and have you not feel the same and then have our friendship be weird.”

Jungkook smiles in that adorable way you love, nose scrunching up cutely as he leans closer, large palms coming to cup your cheeks. He has wanted to hear this for so long, and sure, maybe it wasn’t some super romantic confession over a candlelit dinner like he had occasionally dreamed of, but this felt right. 

“You’re so stupid,” he whispers out, thumb softly caressing your cheek as he chuckles, feeling the way your lips turn into a frown at his harmless insult. 

“Jungkook, I’m being serious,” you whine, heart still pounding in your chest. Your hands come up to gently wrap around his wrists, allowing him to continue to squish your cheeks with that endearing look on his face. 

“I’m being serious too Y/N. Did you really think I wouldn’t feel the same?” Jungkook did everything he did with you out of pure friendliness, never expecting to get something in return from it, but there was a small sprinkling of a crush in every one of his actions. “I like you too, and I have for a really long time.”

The relief you feel comes instantly, lips slowly pulling into a smile when you finally have the confidence to look directly into his eyes again. If this is how light you feel after the two weeks spent freaking out, you can only imagine how Jungkook feels. “Really?”

“Yes, really. Now, can I please kiss you?” You’re nodding the second the question leaves his mouth, eyes fluttering shut as his hands glide down to cup your jaw, soft lips slowly pressing against yours. It’s a gentle smack of skin as he pulls back, a smirk on his lips when he opens his eyes, softly rubbing his nose against yours. 

“Wait,” he breathes out, chuckling softly. “Is he still looking?” He has the nerve to repeat the same question that had been the root of your guilt, and when your eyes shoot open and glare at him, he can’t stop the laughter that bubbles out. 

“I hate you,” you mutter out, not an ounce of truth behind it. 

“Mm, no you don’t.” 

His lips find yours again, falling into a steady rhythm, softer and less rushed than the first kiss you had shared at the club. There’s no pounding bass in the background, or the taste of liquor on your lips, but Jungkook prefers it this way. He likes the low hum of the movie continuing to play in the background, the sweetness of the ice cream lingering on your lips when his tongue gently swipes at the seam of them, the way your hands slowly slide around his neck as he deepens each kiss. 

With each shared breath, you slide further down your bed, pulling Jungkook down with you until he’s hovering directly above you. His knees dig into the sheets, one hand pressed beside your head to keep himself stable as you urge him even closer to you. The delicate golden chain he wears kisses your skin, pendant settling onto your chest, the cool sensation is almost enough to distract you as his tongue slowly slips into your mouth. Jungkook groans when you let out a small gasp, your fingers slipping into his hair and tugging gently at the strands by the nape of his neck. 

He wants to remember this kiss instead of the one from the club, embed every gasp you let out into his brain, the way your chest pushes up to feel more of him, how your hands slide down his back, leaving a fiery trail in their path that makes Jungkook shiver. And when you slide your thighs further apart for him, innocently at first, he can’t help it when his lips freeze on yours as you slowly roll your hips upwards. It gives him the same automatic reaction he had gotten at the club, all the blood rushing to his cock instantly, except this time he doesn’t feel the shame he had felt before. There was no ulterior motive to what you were doing, sincerity shown in your confession, shared within each kiss, so Jungkook allows himself to bask in the want he feels for you.

“Y/N,” he groans out when you repeat the action, pulling away from your swollen lips to stare at you through hooded eyes. You’re licking your lips over as your eyes slowly open, a small glimmer evident in them as you tilt your head and pretend to not know what you’re doing.

“What?” you question, leaning up to kiss the edge of his mouth, giggling when he attempts to chase your lips as you pull back, choosing to kiss down his jaw instead. As your tongue gently trails along the side of his neck, you feel the harsh gulp he takes, his fingers bunching up in the sheets beside your head. His neck has always been a weak point for him, turning him into a puddle in seconds, you knew this from the unfiltered conversations you’ve had and it was something you were definitely going to be using to your advantage. 

“You’re doing this on purpose,” he grunts, eyes fluttering shut as you nip at his skin, a visible shiver racking through him. 

“Of course I am,” you hum, letting your hands roam his back, sliding around his front until you’re sneaking past the white fabric of his shirt. When your cool hands meet his skin, he tenses, the muscles on his stomach tightening up as your fingertips trail up his body. You’ve known Jungkook was well defined, lean and toned in all the best places, having seen him shirtless a few times. But being able to touch him like this, feel each stuttered breath and jump of his skin reacting to your touch fueled you. 

Jungkook knows you can feel the racing of his heart now, your palms flat on his chest, each thrum revealing his emotions despite the cool and calm exterior he was trying to have. His hips lower towards yours, resisting the urge to rut into you as you start to suck on his skin. The low hum you let out vibrates against his neck, mixed in with the feeling of your wet lips, and he knows he’s done for. The final blow comes in the form of you swiping your tongue at the blossomed hickey, sweet voice pulling him back to earth as you look at him once more. “I want you Jungkook.”

Oh god, he couldn’t do this. His face pulls into a grimace, begging himself to not instantly cum in his pants at what you just said. How many times has he fantasized about this? Hoped you’d beg him for anything in that same exact voice, dreamed of you kissing and sucking on his skin like you currently were. Jungkook isn’t sure any amount of mental preparation would be enough for this. 

“Say that again please.”

You giggle, finger pushing back a strand of his hair as it falls over his face, tucking it behind his ear. The normal doe eyed look you were accustomed to is nowhere to be found, pupils blown out in lust as he stares at you. Being on the receiving end of this stare fills your stomach with butterflies, the flapping of their wings intensifying as he nudges his nose into yours. 

“I want you.” It’s breathless, spoken so softly through the background noise like a personal secret just for him. Jungkook doesn’t think he’ll ever grow tired of hearing you say it, that much is proven true when you repeat it in between kisses, trailing back up his neck in the same path you had taken until you're speaking the words directly against his lips. He swallows them down greedily, groaning into your mouth when his tongue tangles with yours once more. 

“Fuck, you can have me baby.” He chuckles against your mouth when you start to tug at his shirt, yanking the thin material until he has to pull back and slip the tee off himself. The balled fabric gets tossed aside without a care, dark swirls of ink on his arm fully revealed now, each tattoo reminding you of how long you’ve known him, remembering the two pieces that he had when you first met. When he leans back over you, taking his time trailing kisses down your neck, onto your chest until his own hands are slowly tugging your shirt off of you, you decide there’s other things to focus on besides his glorious tattoos.

“Ah, Jungkook,” you sigh, fingers tangling into his hair when he kisses the swells of your breast, warm tongue sliding over your nipple before his lips are wrapping around it. His large palm gropes the other, thumb flicking over the pebbled bud, smirking when you push your chest further out for him.

“What baby?” He pulls back to blow a gust of cool air on your nipple, the wetness of his saliva making your skin break out into goosebumps. 

“No teasing.”

Jungkook’s laughing now, eyes peering up at you through his lashes. “Oh, you think I’m not gonna tease you after what you did?” He tsks in disapproval as he continues to kiss down your torso, letting his hands trail down your sides, not stopping until he reaches the hem of your shorts. A kiss is placed above your navel as he pulls the shorts down your legs, toying with the waistband of your black underwear. “I’m gonna take my time with you.”

The build up before pleasure will always be your favorite part. The way his hands grip your thighs after tugging your underwear off, fingertips trailing up until his palm is pressing them further apart. It’s impossible to look at him now, the visual of his long hair framing his face as he starts to press wet kisses on your skin is too much to handle. You can feel the warm huff of air when he laughs as your head drops back onto the pillow once more, eyes slipping shut while you wait with anticipation. 

Jungkook wants to comment over how wet you are already, boost his own ego about being able to rile you up with just kissing, but he can see the way you’re already on edge, and he decides he can tease you some more later with what he has in store. Instead, he gives you what you’re mentally pleading him for. Finally pressing his soft lips to your folds, the short gasp you release as his tongue glides up before gently flicking across your clit has him shutting his own eyes, reveling in the way you react to his touch. 

His long fingers spread out your folds before he’s messily spitting onto them, watching the way the glob of saliva trickles down before he’s diving in, falling into the perfect pace with ease. It has your hips rutting up instantly, your hand uncurling its grip from your sheets to travel down your body and find its place tangled in his hair. Jungkook groans against your clit when your fingers grip tightly, yanking the dark strands as the prettiest moan flows out of you. 

“J-just like that, fuck,” you whimper, finally lifting your head up to stare down at him when he latches his lips around your clit and sucks. It sends a spark down your spine, stomach tensing at his rhythm, fully intent to have you fall apart. 

Jungkook wants to push you over the edge, knows he’s talented enough to get you there in record time—he was cocky in the best way—and the way your thighs tremble as he slowly sinks his finger into you proves his point. The slick coating your entrance allows a second finger to slip through with little resistance, a shuddering breath filling the air as he begins to spread his fingers apart, stretching you out in the most delicious way. 

It’s not until his fingers curl up, rubbing along the sweet patch inside of you and you moan out his name, that he realizes he has you right where he wants you. He can’t get himself to look up at you, to see the way your jaw drops as you plead for more. Jungkook knows if his eyes lock with yours too soon he’ll be too weak to be as cruel as he wants to be. 

The pleasure blooms inside you, hips rolling up into his in a way he welcomes, smirk spreading onto his lips when your moans get breathier. He eats you out with determination set in his brows, not satisfied until you’re tightening around his fingers, thighs threatening to close in on either side of his head. The messy way he slurps against you sends you reeling, rutting up into him with need, the wet thump of his fingers blending in with your moans of his name. 

“God, Jungkook, I’m gonna cum.” He believes you, eyes finally opening up to stare at you. The visual is enough to make his cock throb in his pants, your glassy eyed stare locked onto his, chest rising and falling in time with each choked breath. When he playfully winks at you, your walls pulse around him, seconds away from being pushed over the edge, and that’s when he pulls away. 

The warm glow of your orgasm approaching, just about to crest, gets ripped away from you instantly. It makes you gasp, thighs twitching as your hips attempt to push up back towards his mouth, but he’s having none of that. His shiny lips smile up at you innocently, head tilted to slowly kiss your trembling thighs, chuckling at the small cry of frustration you let out. 

“You taste good baby,” he hums, smooching the skin at the juncture of your thighs, circling around your clit without relieving the pressure you felt. The dull ache has your fingers releasing his hair in defeat, a frown etched onto your lips. 

“Jungkook, that’s mean,” you pant, sitting up and resting on your elbows to properly stare at him. 

“A little, but you deserved it don’t you think?” Jungkook didn’t want to tease you too much, he just wanted to get even for the past two weeks. “You could have had me between your thighs every single night if you would’ve said something soon, so I think you can be patient.”

A firm kiss is pressed to your swollen clit and it makes your whole body shudder, your head dropping back as you take a deep breath to control yourself. “I can’t be patient Kook,” you whine, head leveling back out to give him the most convincing stare you can muster. There's that crease between your brows that he likes when you pinch them together, hands gently raking through his hair, teeth pillowing out your lower lip as you bite down onto it. 

“Please, you can torture me later if you want but not now.” Your words have him cocking up his brow, hands once again gripping the meat of your thighs before he crawls back up your body. The feeling of his chain dragging up your skin has you shivering, breath catching in your throat when he hovers inches above you once more. 

“I’ll hold you to that,” he murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth before his hand slips between your thighs again. A groan reaches his ears as his fingers circle your clit, covered in your arousal and his saliva, gliding with ease as he works you back to your ruined orgasm. 

His lips find yours, swallowing down the moan you let out when he quickens his pace. You can taste yourself on his tongue, tangling with yours with more urgency than before, messy and desperate in a way that had more arousal gushing out of you. The earlier pleasure reignites inside you, your hands sliding around his neck to keep him close, kissing him with fervor, quiet moans and whimpers slipping past between each smack of your lips. 

“Jungkook,” you barely manage to squeal, a few more flicks needed to finally push you over the edge. Your lips are slick with spit as you pull back, jaw slack as you lose yourself in the feeling, and Jungkook easily bookmarks this into his brain to go back to and daydream of whenever he’s bored at work. Your eyes are squeezed shut as the feeling flows through you, not able to see how Jungkook stares at you in awe. 

“Holy shit,” he whispers, slowly pulling his hand away when you keen at the sensitivity, thighs twitching on the sheets as the pleasure rolls through you in waves. You’re looking up just in time to see him slip his messy fingers into his mouth, tongue licking them clean and savoring the taste of you. Just as he slides them back out, your fingers wrap around his wrist and lead them directly into your mouth, sinking onto them with your eyes locked on his own. 

Jungkook’s cock jumps in its confines when you suck, tip of your tongue circling his fingertips before popping them back out with a smirk. There’s a brief moment of shock on his features before he’s jumping into action, quickly unbuttoning his jeans in haste that left you giggling on your sheets. 

“What happened to patience?” you tease, laughing harder when he pauses with one foot stuck in the hole of his jeans, a playful glare thrown your way. 

“Oh, now you want patience?” He kicks his pants the rest of the way off, slowly shuffling towards you as he stands beside the bed in just his boxers. Your hands make grabby motions for him, reaching for the waistband of his underwear to tug them down, licking your lips over as his cock springs out. It bobs in the air for a second, thick and heavy, precum collecting at the tip with the prettiest veins on the underside of it. Of course Jungkook and his pretty privilege would have a dick worthy of leaving you speechless. 

Jungkook allows you to ogle at him, confidently wrapping his palm around the base of his cock, hissing slightly at the sensation as he looks down at it, allowing spit to accumulate behind his lips before a string of it escapes and lands right onto his length to help the glide of his palm. Your eyes widen at the sight, hand replacing his as he guides your motions, giving an experimental squeeze and enjoying how his abs tense up. 

“I’ve been patient for a long time Y/N. You said you want me right?” You’re nodding instantly, eyes looking away from his shiny length to stare up at him. “How do you want me?”

“Jungkook, just get over here.” He doesn’t resist when you let go of his cock, hands gripping his arm to yank him back onto the bed in a clumsy heap. His legs are a tangled mess, nearly ramming his forehead with yours from the force, shared laughter filling the air as you situate yourself. Jungkook had pictured this a thousand times and this is exactly how he imagined it, full of soft kisses, hushed laughter and goofy smiles, playfulness mixed in with lust all coming together perfectly to make the two of you. 

As he settles between your thighs, your sodden folds inches from his length, you can see the look on his face as his eyes glance in between both of your nightstands. Already knowing the question that was about to spill out, you beat him to the punch. “You don’t need one, if you don’t want to. I’m on birth control, and haven’t been with anyone since…” you trail off, not needing to specify.

Jungkook tries not to look too excited, really, but it’s hard. Every one of his lewd fantasies had involved being able to feel you entirely, and if your thoughts from that night were anything to go by, you definitely want the same. It takes him a second to speak, having to swallow properly to prevent himself from choking on his saliva and embarrassing himself in front of you. “I’m clean, I promise.”

“I trust you,” you smile, biting down onto your bottom lip as he fists his cock, slowly leading it to your dripping center. His free hand rests on your inner thigh, softly palming the skin as the head of his cock nudges against your entrance, pushing past the tight ring of muscles and into your heat. With his gaze locked down to where you connect, he sees inch by inch sink into you, finally bottoming out with a shared gasp.

Jungkook leans over you properly now, hand sliding up to lace with yours as the other rests beside your head, just taking a moment to enjoy the feeling of your velvety walls wrapped tightly around his cock. You welcome the stretch, the curve of his length inside you, how he cages you in with his body, eyes full of want staring directly at you, giving your hand a reassuring squeeze because he knows he can’t properly form a sentence right now. 

“Fuck me, please.” With his hips pressed flush against yours, he’s slowly inching back, letting you get used to his size with each thrust. It doesn’t take long before he’s rearing back entirely, thrusting forward with a wet squelch, corner of his lips curling up into a smirk when you moan out his name. Your hand curls around his shoulder, fingers digging into his back to keep yourself steady from the force of his hips. 

Each time the head of his cock would nudge against your bundle of nerves, your nails would sink into his skin, leaving half moon indents that left him groaning in pleasure. Jungkook hadn’t outright told you, but it had become increasingly obvious that he has a slight kink for pain, practically mewling above you as you scratch his back, fucking you with more determination than before. 

“You feel so good,” he rasps, slotting his lips with yours in a messy kiss. The back of your headboard starts to rattle against the wall, bouncing back in time with his hips, and it brings you back to the filthy thoughts you had before. How often you’d hear the same sounds on the opposite side, mixing in with the sharpness of skin connecting together, and you want it. So badly.

“J-jungkook,” you breathe out, letting him pepper more kisses onto you, hips never slowing down. “Can you do something for me?” The tone you use, coated in sugar so sweet he couldn’t say no even if he wanted to.

“Anything.”

It’s hard to concentrate on anything else while his cock continues to fuck into you, turning your mind into mush each time he sunk all the way in. He can see the way you try to focus, eyes falling shut with the cutest pout on your kiss swollen lips, finally grabbing onto the reigns of your mind as you spit it out. “Wanna feel you—fuck—spank me, please.”

Only then do his hips slow down, cock throbbing inside of you, fighting the urge to cum before fulfilling your request. The only confirmation that he was agreeing, wholeheartedly, comes when he pulls out of you, moving too quickly for you to protest at the loss of contact. The room spins for a second as his hands grip onto your hips and flip you over with ease, palms gripping the globes of your ass and softly patting them with a chuckle.

“Of course baby,” he murmurs, hooking his arm underneath your stomach to haul you up onto your knees, allowing you to steady yourself before he’s sliding into you once again. The change in position has you keening, his cock sinking deeper than before, the wetness dripping out of you helping him maintain the earlier pace he had. Your hands fist the sheets beneath you, back arching in ecstasy as he hits your g-spot with precision, a tiny shriek of his name making him smile.

Jungkook keeps you on edge, strong hands gripping the skin of your hips tightly, mouth dropping open while he pants at the way you pulse around his cock, leaving it coated in your slick. His hand slides down to your ass, a gentle touch being your only warning before he’s pulling his hand back and delivering a swift slap to your skin. Your reaction is immediate, an unrestrained moan sounding like music to his ears. The sharp sting spreads directly to your core, your head bowing forward as you mentally beg him for more, your wish being granted seconds later when he repeats it on the other side.

If the wet sounds of his cock fucking you weren’t filthy enough, the added slap of his palm across your ass definitely topped it off. Jungkook had never seen you so needy, thighs coated in your arousal, gushing around him each time he spanked you until you were creaming his cock. The greedy way your walls suck him in, wanting him closer, deeper than ever, left him mesmerized. 

His hand soothes the dull throb on your skin, a trembling breath reaching his ears as he leans over your back, lips kissing up your spine up until reaching your shoulder. Hot pants of breath hit your skin, making you shiver as his lips trail along the edge of your ear. “Feel good?”

“Y-yes,” you mewl, voice trembling from the pleasure, rutting your hips in time with his. 

Jungkook’s way of love was a breath of fresh air for you, rough enough to exhilarate you, the force of his hips leaving you scrambling for purchase to prevent you from face planting onto the sheets, gripping onto your hair and tugging it back with enough force to make your body tingle. But it was intertwined with adoration, sweet praise whispered into your ear, lacing his fingers with yours to let you feel secure.

“You’re never getting rid of me baby,” he groans out. The low rasp in his voice makes you tremble, neck straining from his grip in your hair but the burn feels too good to pull away. His small confession has your heart skipping, eyes slipping shut to bask in the overwhelming feeling surrounding you.

“Good,” you manage to pant, “would never dream of it.” After four years of friendship, the beginning stages of getting to know each other, figuring out the right ways to flow with your different personalities, it's all out of the way now, so it’s incredibly easy for you to picture a steady future with him. The breakfast gossiping, shameless club outings, chaotic game nights with snacks thrown at each other, you want everything you already have with him and more. What you have, so rooted in sincerity, built off mutual respect for each other, blossoming into love so pure, you can’t imagine having this with anyone else.

“Y/N,” he gasps, the pulsing of your walls bringing him closer to his climax. “I’m close.”

You can only hum in agreement, burying your face into your pillow when he releases the grip he has in your hair, nipples rubbing against the sheets in time with his thrusts, the sensitivity sending sparks throughout you. Both his hands grip your hips again, dimpling the skin as he quickens his pace, the tantalizing roll of his hips intent to send you over before him. His eyes trail over the curve of your back, how you arch it further to feel more of him, sliding down to your ass, seeing the way it bounces back with each snap of his hips, how you weakly rut back onto him, pussy clamping around his length as your orgasm approached. 

Jungkook slides his hand around you, trailing across your tummy before slipping between your thighs to the spot you needed him most. Even with your face buried in the sheets, the moan you let out is loud enough for Jungkook to hear perfectly, body shuddering as he flicks across your clit in tight circles.  

“Kook, I’m cumming—fuck,” you shout out, white heat enveloping your body as you get sent over the edge. Your mind blanks for a minute, the intensity of your orgasm crashing over you so suddenly, making your limbs tense up while every nerve ending lights up. The only thing you can think of is him, chanting out your name while you pulse around him, sweet words coaxing you through your high, thumb rubbing along the skin of your hips as he never slows his pace. 

As he fucks you through it, groaning out at how tight your walls are around him, you have to turn your head to gasp in a breath, face feeling hot from it all. You can feel how sweaty your skin has become, the back of your neck feeling sticky as your turn to get a glimpse of him, body still shuddering from the aftershocks. 

Jungkook doesn’t have a care for his own volume now, moaning unabashedly as he pistons his hips into you with less grace than before. The soft mewls of overstimulation you let out just bring him closer to his release, thrusts getting sloppier as the pleasure takes over him. 

“Fuck, baby-” he grunts out, mouth dropping open as he moans even louder, finally falling apart. He pushes further into you, head falling forward as his hips press flushed against your ass, warm spurts of his cum filling you up in a way that fulfills your dirtiest fantasies. A few more shallow thrusts has the two of you gasping, hearts pounding in your chests, coming down slowly as he finally stills.

A serene silence falls over you, the movie long turned off in the background, only the low glow of the television letting you know it was still on. With great hesitation, Jungkook finally pulls out of you, gulping when he sees the thick globs of cum spill from your core, dripping down your thighs before landing on the sheets in a sinful mess. Your sheets are well and truly ruined, Jungkook would honestly suggest tossing them in the trash judging by the damp spot directly beneath you.

With a small groan, you’re flopping fully onto your stomach, thighs no longer able to keep yourself up, the exhaustion creeping up on you. Jungkook chuckles when he hears you, soothing your back with a gentle massage. “You’re not sleeping in here babe.”

“Why not,” you slur, cheek pressed against your pillow, eyes already shut. All you wanted to do was lay here, preferably with his arms wrapped around you, but Jungkook clearly has other plans. 

“Because it’s disgusting,” he laughs, giving you a few more seconds of rest before he’s moving around. The dip in the bed lets you know he’s gotten off, one eye peeking open to search for him, seeing him gathering his belongings from the floor.

“Where are you going?”

He shimmies back into his clothes with a grimace, gathering your own items before approaching you once more. “We are going next door and sleeping in my totally clean bed, c’mon.”

You only put up a fight for a second, secretly enjoying the way he helps you get dressed in your earlier clothes, heart swelling in your chest at how domestic it all feels. The mess in your room would have to be dealt with another day, the only important item being the ice cream that finds its way back into the freezer as you both head out of your apartment and swiftly enter his next door.

He’s just as delicate and careful in the shower, taking turns cleaning each other, large hands gripping your ass and giggling like a child when you wince at the small throb of pain you feel. Soft kisses are shared under the showerhead, warm water soothing your body as the room fogs up, sweet confessions scribbled on the glass in his messy writing, topped off with a heart. Jungkook stops you before you can wipe it away, shyly telling you that he’d like to see it reappear the next time he showers.

His bedroom was one you weren’t too familiar with, used to lounging in his living room the most, so as he settles into his bed after getting cozy in his pajamas, you wait for him to call you over before joining him. The coolness of his sheets has you sighing, snuggling into his side with a smile on your lips, one that Jungkook sees as he stares down at you before pressing a kiss to your forehead. Seeing you draped in his clothes, cuddled up beside him in a way you’ve never done before, makes him feel like a giddy teenager. 

“Can I be honest?” he wonders, arm wrapping around you to pull you even closer to him. When you hum in confirmation, he laughs sheepishly. “I thought you were going to friendship dump me today.”

“What, why?”

Your head bobs up as he shrugs his shoulders. “The way you were acting reminded me of the last time you told me you wanted to focus on your relationship. I was just scared I was going to lose you again.”

The tone he uses makes your heart ache, the same guilt you felt these past few days coming back when you put yourself in his shoes. You had no idea that the way you were acting would affect him this way, never once imagining that he thought you would cut off this friendship while you were just coming to terms with the fact that you harbored strong feelings for him. 

“Jungkook, I’m sorry,” you sigh, palm resting on his chest, feeling each beat of his heart, no longer racing like before, confident and steady in it’s pace because he knows you’re not going anywhere. “I’m stupid, and freaked out after what I did, and just needed to gather my thoughts before saying anything.”

He cranes his head away from you, a confused look on his face. “After what you did? What did you do?”

Fuck.

“Uhm,” you start with a strained laugh, refusing to look up at him out of embarrassment, but the truth has to come out so you power through it.  “So, the night of the date, I sort of got home earlier than I told you I did.”

His eyes narrow at you, refusing to give anything away before he knew where this was going. “Okay, go on.”

“And I sort of heard you through the walls.” You look up at him now, your guilty stare spelling it out for him. His eyes widen before he can conceal his surprise, cheeks warming up instantly because oh boy, he knew exactly where this was going. “And then, I sort of...joined.”

“You lied to me!” he shouts, shocked smile on his face as he recalls the way you had replied to his texts, telling him you had just gotten home and going the extra mile to say you were in a totally different room when in reality, you were sprawled out in your bed after just getting off to the sound of him.

Filthy. And also kind of hot. Jungkook was definitely into that, something he’ll totally proposition you into doing again because why not.  

“I know! I couldn’t help it, it was so hot, and I felt so guilty. But, you’re technically the reason why my orgasm gave me my epiphany and let me realize I really do like you. So, I think I did us both a favor by being a dirty liar.” He’s laughing instantly, fingers gripping your cheeks to turn your head up, planting a firm kiss onto your lips obnoxiously.

“Alright, you’re forgiven. Plus, consider us even because I have definitely heard you getting off on your own plenty of times too.” A squeal of surprise fills the air as you swat at his chest, burying your face into his shirt and feeling the rumble of his laughter. It really wasn’t ever intentional. The walls are thin, you weren’t exactly quiet, and he couldn’t just lay there and ignore it. So call him an opportunist, or a pervert, because you were one too. 

Jungkook is cheeky though, knowing how to get under your skin in the best way, and you can already tell you’re in for a ride when he gets close to your ear and whispers, “You wanna show me how you did it?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” you snort, peering up at him with mischief in your eyes.

“You did say I could torture you later.” He smiles innocently, fingers pinching your chin as he kisses you again. “It’s later.”

The sweet laughter that escapes you makes his heart skip a beat, still not able to come to terms that this was happening and wasn’t some dream of his that he’d wake up from. He kisses the tops of your cheeks first, then your nose, before reaching your lips, his hand gently caressing your skin. Jungkook had no intention of torturing you tonight, knowing how tired you typically were after work on a normal day, and after drawing two orgasms out of you that left you shaking, he knows how close you are to sleep with the way your eyes droop. 

“Aren’t you glad you didn’t give up on crushes and love?” he mumbles against your lips, inching back to stare down at you. 

“I’m glad I stopped looking for it in the wrong places.” Your hands wrap around his neck, toying with his hair before pulling him back to you, reattaching your lips because you just couldn’t seem to get enough of him. 

Every single moment you shared, from moving in and awkwardly trying to get to know each other, the ups and downs of failed relationships, the push that started it all at the club, and every almost moment in between brought you full circle to right now. There probably won’t be a moment where you don’t wish you had done this sooner, worked past your worry of ruining a good friendship in fear of what could happen, but the past helped mold you into who you are, strengthening your relationship to be the way it is now.

Right now had you thinking of the future, and there was nothing more exciting than that.

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golden apple archipelago event spoilers:

they have GOT to stop making it so that previous events are assumed canon without letting you replay them. i missed the last archipelago adventure so venti recaps it and you also find stuff left on the islands from alice, albedo, and klee. (sidenote: the game mentioning that alice is in mondstadt spending the day with klee but not letting me see them. i am going to bite something.)

not only that, but the irodori festival directly leads into the plot too, with the bonsai tree pot coming back as a key focus. which means kazuha quickly recaps where it's from and why it's important, which he wouldn't need to do if past event stories were simply available to play.

it's frustrating! cuz those events are Cool and the stories are actually leading to character development! which people will entirely miss. albedo in early events behaved differently than albedo in recent ones because he's had some character development, he would leave the group and go inspect things on his own and would even fully ignore someone mid-conversation if they bored him. most recent events have him instead opening up and trying to socialize more, which is big growth that only makes sense in the context of all prior buildup.

in this current event, kazuha's portion of the story feels way more like a deep dive into how he is as a person than his actual story quest, which was just released too. his story quest will be permanently available to play, but all the more substantial stuff we've now learned about him from the archipelago event won't be.

and xinyan! xinyan doesn't even have her own hangout yet, but she's been in multiple events. and is excellent every time! she's fun, i like her, it'd be great if her stories and interactions with the cast were actually part of the main game and not temporary.

im only so mad about it because these events with characters are really fun and good! and they have all this art and voice acting and not knowing if there'll ever be a way to revisit them is upsetting. the puzzles are cool! the environments are beautiful! it is fun to explore! wish it'd stay.