#anyway still need to get back to making samples >o>

[cuttle-creatures]

Two character commissions finished this week! Huge thanks to the people who commissioned them, I'm really grateful and these two were really a delight to paint~

If you like what you see, commission slots are still open on my Ko-fi!

[snailfen]

being a kaai yuki fan is awful. i want endearing edutainment-styled songs about cat behaviors that sound like a kid with a cat obsession writing a song about them not this lolicon-styled trendbait SLOP 😭

[intothesmoke]

MultiFill/Flatten Pro gave Blaze "Jem hair," and I don't hate it. 😆

I mean, it's certainly better than the time it gave me this Pogo monstrosity:

It also has some compelling ideas on priestly attire.....

For those who have no idea what I'm talking about: Flatting is filling in flat colors under line art, and it's an important part of making comics. Depending on the artist, they might then go in and paint/shade over the flats for lighting effects and color cohesion. And Multifill/Flatten Pro is a Photoshop plugin that speeds up flatting by filling every enclosed area with a random color, with each color perfectly meeting the neighboring colors at the center of each line (a.k.a. trapping). I've been using it for years, for both comics and freelance, and highly recommend it.

Anyway, I was originally planning to hire a flatter for Into the Smoke, but after top surgery, I wanted a few days of easy, low-effort work before jumping back into full-time heavy stuff, so I flatted the first 7 episodes. \o/

(For the record, I did take nearly a full week of complete vacation, but the boredom really started getting to me at the end, haha. Plus I wanted to catch up on podcasts, and I needed something to do with my hands while listening. XD)

I still need to ink episodes 10-12, and half of episode 9. And of course I still need to paint and shade everything. But flatting's been super quick!

Anyway, here's a few sample flats!

Check out that perfect trapping. I frickin love this plugin.

[pastelwitchling]

Rearview Mirror malex au chapter 3 teaser.

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              Michael thought he’d been used to feeling lost. When Alex had first left after high school; and then again when he’d come back after a decade away, but didn’t want to have anything to do with Michael; then when he’d disappeared for good, unwilling to ever set foot in Roswell again. Michael thought he’d known what it felt like to exist like he was existing now, sitting on Max’s couch and staring through the stone floor as Max gave Isobel and Kyle the facts of the case, unable to really hear them; to not really be in his own body, his mind on autopilot.

              It was nothing compared to this. Because this time, Michael had held Alex tight, and Alex had left anyway. This time, Michael had tried, and Alex had chosen someone else. He got a sudden sick feeling that he couldn’t fight off before it was swarming every inch of his mind, haunting him with questions; was this how Alex had felt when Michael had turned away from him, over and over? Was it just this much hurt every time?

              He put a hand to his chest, exhaling shakily, the world crashing back down around him in a flood of noise and gasps and whispers. Had he been doing this to Alex for years?

              “You’re not my problem anymore.”

              “So Liz is wrong!” Isobel demanded.

              “Is,” Kyle tried, “it’s what the tests say.”

              “Then the tests are wrong!” she snapped. “O-Or, I don’t know, the blood was wrong. Or the samples got mixed up!”

              “Liz wouldn’t make a mistake like that,” Max heaved. “Look, she doublechecked and triple-checked and quadruple-checked before she said anything to me. She didn’t even want to tell me, I got there and she tried hiding the papers!”

              “Because she knows they’re wrong,” Isobel insisted. “She knows that you can’t be a clone, and Michael can’t be Jones’s son!”

              “But I am,” Michael said despite himself. His was voice low, but it cut through the room like an axe. Isobel flinched. Michael met her eyes with all of Alex’s steadiness, wondering if it was the lingering scent of Alex’s scent around him or the still-there feel of his skin against his own that was making it easier for him to say the words.

              Something about the way Alex had held him, and after so long, like he still wanted him after knowing who he was. Michael looked to Max, watching him as though he could read his thoughts, and knew that this was why Max had called Alex before he’d given Michael the news. He’d known that if Michael needed anyone to get him through the shock, to help him see that he was still Michael, it could only have been Alex.

              Standing, his shoulders straight, he repeated if only to himself, “I am.” He shook his head. “Everything we’ve found out about our moms so far, it all makes sense if . . .”

              Max raised a brow, a grim smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “If I’m a clone?”

              “You’re you,” Michael defended at once, echoing Alex. “No matter what some damn tests say.”

              “Yeah!” Isobel insisted, red-faced with anger, eyes brimming with tears.

              “Baby?” Kyle asked softly, putting a hand between her shoulder blades.

              Isobel wiped her tears away furiously and made a sound between a scream and a groan. “Doesn’t Ortecho ever have good news?!”

              “Hey,” Liz huffed, glaring from the doorway at Isobel, a stack of files in her arms, “I’m just the messenger, okay? You want someone who’ll lie?”

              “No one blame’s you, Liz,” Max sighed, kissing Liz’s cheek before picking at the corner of one of the files. “What’s all this?”

              “Alex asked me to bring these by,” she said. “It’s the tests, he wants a look at them himself.” Michael reached for them, but without a moment’s pause, Liz unloaded the stack into Kyle’s arms.

              Michael frowned. “Why are you—”

              “Sorry, cowboy,” Liz said. “Alex said he has to pull an all-nighter, so only Kyle can give him the files.”

              Kyle didn’t look the least bit surprised, and it hit Michael then; only Kyle had access to Deep Sky, so only Kyle would be able allowed through the front door. Behind which, Michael was sure, Alex and Forrest were planning to cozy up together for the rest of the night. No one to bother them.

              Like hell . . .

              He caught up to Kyle on his way to his car. “I’m coming with you.”

              “What—no, Michael, I can’t just—”

              “Yes, you can,” Michael demanded. His phone buzzed in his pocket, but he ignored it. He’d been so close to getting Alex to listen to him, to fixing what had happened. Alex had touched him and it was a drug he’d been addicted to since they were seventeen. He needed him back, he needed Alex touching him again. And now.

              He thought Kyle would argue with him, but he just shook his head, resigned. “Alex isn’t going to like this.”

              Yes, Michael thought, remembering the way Alex had held him, the look in his eyes, the hope that he didn’t want but rose in him anyway, and he knew he wasn’t the only one yearning. He will.

[madanimalscientist]

Update with some IRL data:

So today I went to about 5 different op shops in about a 4 block radius of each other, because I was in that area anyways to go to the craft store, and I'm trying to create my drag wardrobe by buying stuff at op shops and then modifying it to needs (esp once my new-to-me sewing machine is back from getting serviced). While I did get some very good deals at the RSPCA op shop (s/o to the 2 ladies at the Stones Corner RSPCA op shop for being very trans-friendly and helping me find stuff that looked good on me, of the op shops I visited def had the best prices and selection), it was interesting to see the wide range of price points and qualities even being offered within the relatively narrow range I was looking at in my hunting today.

However, multiple times I saw Kmart brand jeans being offered for not much less than they'd be new at Kmart. Which is absolutely bonkers. Like the pricing was kind of all over the place, I scored a shirt that would've been like $50 new for $8, and I got lined dress pants for about the same price at the RSPCA, but then at some of the others I saw similar pieces $30 and above, or some shirts from midrange brands at like, $20-25 or higher. Now idk how Stones Corner compares to other areas re priciness/bougieness, I was there for the craft store and then saw all the op shops around and I had 2 hours free parking, might as well use it, but they ranged from 'reasonable' to 'are you fucking kidding me', with RSPCA and Lifeline being more on the reasonable side.

Also, annoyingly, at most op shops the clothing selection is like 60% women's, 20% kids, and 20% mens (if you're lucky). Idk what it is about menswear that makes it a lot less likely to get donated, or if it gets donated, less likely to get put on display, but it does make thrifting as a trans dude a lot harder than when I dressed more femme. Especially as a trans dude whose hips did not shrink except a little bit when I went on T, so I'm still size 'built to carry a sheep on each hip' in jeans and larger-sized stuff is always harder to find.

And my cunning plan of just thrifting work shirts for fieldwork has been shoved aside bc no one donates those, it turns out. So I'm stuck paying at least $60 for a long-sleeved work shirt that will protect me from the sun as needed, but I also feel slightly guilty paying that much for some fabric that's just gonna get cow fluids on it bc fieldwork. And even though I called dibs on the front of the cow for sampling, getting blood and rumen fluid out of fabric isn't thrilling. All my fieldwork shirts in the USA were from thrift stores but that was bc I could get away with t shirt + sunscreen, and Australia's higher UV makes that not feasible/safe.

That said, https://www.nestcommunity.org.au/ a local discount craft supplies shop/haberdashery is a pretty awesome space, I got some fabric there to make some practice projects out of. Recced by one of my guildmates at the local fibre arts guild. Very rec if you're in the Brisbane area. Reducing fabric waste and running workshops and helping people figure out what to get = awesome.

I'm so pissed right now. I know that fabric has been declining in quality for a while but I just bought new pajamas from kmart and they are literally see through. Not just through one layer of fabric either; I can see through the leg, that is, through 2 layers of fabric. These aren't clothes. I am not exaggerating when I say that I have strained soup through cheesecloth thicker than these pants. These are men's flannel pajamas, the kind people wear in winter, and they are made if shittier thinner fabric than even the most bargain bin bullshit halloween costumes. This "flannel" feels like plastic and is thinner than a chux wipe. Why is this even for sale.

[theglizzardwizard]

I'm musing about the Andy situation and what it means to be an internet porn commission writer/artist for seven years tomorrow.

Ok if y'all can't look at this blog/the way I speak/my fics and figure out my main that's not something I'm going to clear up for you. I'd rather not have my wizard101 nostalgia blog linked to my patreon, a place I regularly post torture porn art. On the flip side of this, threatening to "out" me for hating furries to my furry commissioners doesn't mean much because I have always worn my distaste plain. I've outright told customers that I hated filling their order and they come back to pay me again anyway. I post jokes about it all the time. I'll draw furry porn for the same reason a janitor will wipe down a menstrual waste box in a public bathroom. It's work, I work I get money.

Why would these people come back, knowing that I don't like the stuff I make for them specifically? Excellent question. I don't know and I don't care to ask. Maybe those repeat customers think that giving me hundreds of dollars for something I was already going to do is an own. Maybe my attitude is more common than I assume, because customer service wears on the nicest people. Maybe they can tell that I've had to deal with a lot of broke perverts who want free shit, and am just happy to take the disposable income of perverts who will pay half upfront.

Doesn't matter. Antipsychotics for the uninsured are wildly expensive, food prices are going up, and my car always needs something fixed. My cousin calls to ask for money once a month, she has a kid now. I like foreign cigarettes and coffee with fancy creamer. So furry porn will continue to be a thing I make at the request of others. For as long as it continues to be profitable for me.

So if I can write and draw and keep myself afloat, why not quit my day job? Because I love it. I love my job and I don't want to quit, I don't want to stop going out and meeting new people every day. I like that having an event based job help me make friends as an adult. It doesn't pay much, but it's enough to cover my half of rent and groceries, everything else is pervert money.

Conversely, I don't love doing customer service with obstinate Tumblr users. Or writing a/b/o or staying up all night to finish art I can barely stand looking at. It's all work, but only one of my jobs has positives outside the pay.

I'm ambivalent about those parts of my work. I'm glad to have the money, but I could do without having to regularly interact with people who don't go outside enough. The sort of person who would call me ableist for mocking shut-ins then compare disliking furries (carpet samples. End of thought) to ableism, as if being autistic is on par with drawing diaper fetish art.

That's been a big point of contention between me a former friends online. I log on I draw a picture of Lola bunny in bondage for too much money and I log off. I don't go around preaching about mental health and politics from my porn blog. I make fun of people who do because it's important to me that they know, it's fucking stupid to post that type of shit on a porn blog, nobody looks good. Bidoofs law still applies, even when your politics aren't the worst imaginable.

Man I'm. Tired. But at least I won't have to do another commission until after January

[shellshockedgay]

Leo fluff w/ Outgoing M!S/O

A/n: I wrote this very, very carefully with your requests in mind, so don't worry! And thank you so much for telling me in advance, dude!! *starts praying it's safe* Anyway, hope you like it! I did both Leo's because............. I love them.

Mikey's Shy S/O

Donnie's Sassy Crackhead S/O

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Ok, this is the best fucking this ever.

You gave him bi panic, fight me. (almost all of them are bi, fight me again)

Ok. So you bring out a little bit of a crazy side in him.

He's 10× more likely to do stupid teenage shit if your apart of it, but of course he's still careful. Leo doesn't want you getting hurt!

Wanna sneak out of the lair and go skateboarding in an abandoned building? Of course, as long as we're back before like 2 am and you wear knee pads at the very least.

Wanna go vandalize a wall with pretty art? Yes, as long as it isn't in the sketchiest part of NYC.

And this is probably when your both just friends, for fucks sake.

When your gone tho, he's always talking about you. Please save his brothers. Even Splinter isn't safe.

It's actually so much fun to make him blush and it's so easy.

Do you want a sample of his terrible flirting? Buckle in, dude, it's something.

"Are you the cold vaccum of space? Because you take my breath away." "... Did you Google that?" "*closing all his apps on the tphone* No!"

Leo is just cliche and cheesy and it's cute!! A!!

When you guys are sitting next to each other on the couch or steps or whatever they have, he does the cliche ass yawn, stretch and arm around the back of the couch cause he thinks it's slick.

And if you call him out, he immediately is just like "Oh, huh, look at that, I think I hear Donnie calling me" and he gets tangled in the blanket he put over the two of you and screams when he falls.

Save him.

His ninja abilities go straight out the window when your near him. He's so clumsy now and it's so cute.

When he goes to see you and tries to climb in the window, he gets caught by his swords and falls on his face.

11/10, you couldn't stop laughing.

He just wants to be like you - confident and outgoing so he's TRYING damnit.

He's lowkey insecure that he's too much of a mom friend (which he kinda is) and not what your looking for.

Anyway, Raph definitely makes him confess cause he's sick of hearing Leo talk about you all the damn time.

So once Leo painfully confesses (and I mean hand behind the neck, blushing, stuttering, shaking, eyes darting around kind of painful) you're like "Hehe, same".

Not exactly like that but ya know.

But that sentence yeeted his insecurities out the window and suddenly he felt more confident. But that's all on the inside.

On the outside he's all wide eyed, still bright red in the face and his hands are tight fists by his side.

And you probably kiss him and it's quality because he melts into a puddle of giggles.

And ya'll are adorable. You really balance each other out.

But anyway.

He gets a bit bolder tho. He holds you close more often, kisses you in front of his brothers. It's 👌 nice.

I think he loves to hug with his arms around your neck simply because he's kinda on the short side and it makes him feel safe and his way he can feel your heart beat against him. Like he loves your warmth and the arms around his waist makes him feel so fucking at home, man.

Will rest his head in your lap while watching movies. It gives you the best chance to scratch his shell and he melts.

Please make sure to take care of him if he gets hurt. He has a habit of putting himself on the back burner and taking care of others first, so if he gets hurt on patrol, take care of him first. Leo'll literally swoon.

Oh my god. Prepare for like 3 am texts about Space Hero theories I-

And they're always so obsurd.

"Why Captain Ryan is actually an alien from Planet whatever the fuck and not human at all, in these 17 paragraphs, I will prove it."

Always walks you home like a gentlemen. Even if you say you don't need it and you can clearly take care of yourself. It just helps him sleep at night knowing you made it home safe.

Will teach you anything you want. Guitar? Yes. Meditiation? Fuck yeah. Katas? YUP.

And if he's teaching you some ninjitsu incase he can't protect you, he's careful to correct your form. He doesn't want you getting hurt over a miscommunication like "put your left leg forward".

Oh and if you fight Raph for being a dick, Leo will have actual heart eyes.

Ha, you're also the only one brave enough to shout "FUCK" in the lair.

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Oh my gosh. I'd die.

Dude gives me major GAY energy, idk. Maybe it's just wishful thinking. 😩

Anyway, much more mom-friend but can also become laid back.

Like barely.

If you get in a fight, he lectures you while patching you up like he does to his brothers. But if he somehow thinks it's his fault, he's gonna be quiet, so watch out for that.

Yelling Leo is better than Quiet Leo, trust me.

And if you get in fights often, he just starts going with you almost everywhere so you don't break anymore knuckles, Jesus (Y/n), stop it.

Yes, he would love to take his scooter and go out ramping in the pipes with you!!

Will show off his tricks for 80% of the trip tho.

Yes, he would also love to watch movies with you!

I feel like he'd be into super hero movies, space stuff and maybe... Maybe Japanese samari movies, but not into them as Mikey so he let's you pick the movies.

If you pick one of HIS movies? He's literally going to propose to you. The guys never let him pick a movie and, when he does, they always whine about it.

However if you hyper fixate, like I do, he no longer let's you pick movies. He can only handle so much repition in his life and hearing the Lord of the Rings opening makes him sick now.

But definitely wants to do your favorite things with you.

Unless it's cooking.

Dude always breaks the toaster.

The laws of nature said "no" so.

BUT DO LET HIM PAINT.

HE CAN PAINT SO WELL PLEASE-

He'd be super into hiding his feelings until he realized that they're here to stay and that he deserves to have what he likes and enjoys so then he's just SO OPEN.

Probably only like... Donnie knows about his crush? He actively refuses to tell anyone else tho.

Like constant back and forth flirting.

"Do you have a bandaid? Because I scraped my knee falling for you." "You sure you didn't bump your head falling from heaven, angel? Your knee looks fine to me." "Maybe you should kiss my forehead, just in case." "Ok." "Wait, what?"

Please make him blush.

It's actually so rewarding because he turns away and like hides his face with his hand to hide his grin. It's hard to do but do it.

Oh but if anyone teases him about it, fully expect him to just cut the conversation off with a polite excuse me and CHARGE AFTER THEM.

But if YOU tease him? He just kinda panics and stammer. I can hear the voice cracks. They're adorable.

He'd confess through a painting of your favorite spot in NYC fight me. Not like.. In person? He'd give it to you as a gift of some kind and the back would probably have a haiku about love or some shit, I don't know.

If you give him a gift with a cute haiku back expect him to break in through your window and kiss you full on the mouth.

First kiss?? Near Christmas, he's walking you home and the snow is just so pretty and your eyes are SHINING in the lights and he kinda just goes for it, man.

And he quickly pulls back and swallows and probably books it the fuck out there.

He's like extra virgin olive oil sometimes.

But he's your extra virgin olive oil so please take care of him.

You cause his brain to stop working and it's difficult for him.

How are you so outgoing??? Like you get along with everyone so well and tried to throw hands with Raph.... How? And stop throwing hands, damnit!

But like he's meditating then *pop* an idea of you two on the couch eating popcorn and shouting at the TV over stupid choices the characters made.

He's trying to sleep? Nah. *pop* a new idea of him reading his favorite book to you while your curled up against his side (this one is his favorite). He'd also be drawing little shapes on your back absentmindedly. It's so cute.

You even pop into his head while he's showering... I can elaborate on this later..... 😩

Even when he's scootering, he's thinking about you by his side.

HI HE'S DEFINLTY STOLEN RAPH'S MOTORCYCLE TO PROVE HE CAN BE JUST AS OUTGOING AS YOU.

Gave you his blue helmet and realized blue looks fucking GOD LIKE ON YOU.

Anyway.

Accidentally talks about you so fucking much to everyone that they already notice he has a crush far before he does. But like I said, he's only told Donnie.

But everyone knows.

Even Casey.

But watch out, he gets jealous easy. Like easy. So if you look at your turtle bestie a bit too long, he's gonna get grumpy and quiet and that's a no-no.

Probably freaks on the turtle when you leave. He's got a bit of a temper on him, but please love him, he's TRYING.

Personally, I think his all-time favorite thing to do with you (even tho like everything you two do together is his favorite) is bad impressions of everyone because you're so funny to him. Everyone, no one is safe. And if you do him? He's gonna fake cry and shove you, but laugh none the less.

I just want him to be happy.

Please take his shit and run. He chases you around and it's so funny.

Back and forth bantar? Off the charts. Dude can be sassy because of his fights with Raph and it's just 👌

Can honestly be either spoon (secretly loves being the small spoon because you can scratch his shell and it makes him churr like a kitty)

Must be player 1 in video games tho.

Don't get me started on what happens if he finds out you got hurt by the Foot-

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.... I may have gone overboard but I love these two-

[miekasa]

daylight’s wasting (you better kiss me)

↯ pairing: eren jaeger x reader

↯ genre and warnings: college au, fluff, someone please be gentle with this boy i’m begging you, jean and eren pretending they don’t give a fuck about each other whilst actually being best bros for the win

↯ word count: 2k

↯ summary: based off of that reddit post about some guy talking about his girlfriend washing his hair for the first time + hoping it fills a request for someone asking for reader playing with eren’s hair for the first time :’)

↯ notes: this is cross-posted and edited slightly from another blog in a completely separate fandom, so if you’ve seen it before, no you didn’t </2

Jean can’t say that he immediately noticed a pep in Eren’s step when the green-eyed boy met him in the library, but what he does notice is the stupid, dopey looking grin and starry-eyed gaze in his eyes that he’s sporting while he’s not doing his part for their project. And while Jean considers himself relatively attractive, he knows for sure Eren isn’t shy about making it known that he doesn’t; so the brunette doubts the literal heart eyes Eren has are for him.

“Eren? Eren, bro, are you good?” Jean calls, a dark eyebrow raised above his left eye. Eren barely registers the calls of his name, and it takes Jean waving his hands in front of the shorter’s face for him to wake from his trance, looking up at Jean with that same, longing smile (that’s, admittedly, starting to creep him the fuck out).

“Yeah,” Eren sighs, something reminiscent of a lovelorn cartoon prince, as he rests his elbow atop his notebook and his chin the palm of his hand, “I’m good.”

Jean looks at him, skeptical and confused. He shifts in his seat, but Eren’s eyes don’t follow—he just stares ahead, lost in thought and completely unaware of everything around him. He looks like a lovesick little bitch if you ask Jean. Or completely sloshed.

Slowly, Jean leads forward, eyebrows pinched, looking for streaks of red in Eren’s eyes, “Are you stoned right now?”

“What?” Eren pulls back, almost offended, “No, I’m not high—Jean, what the fuck?”

Jean simply shrugs, leaning back into his seat, “I dunno. Yesterday you were so stressed about your acrobatic salt cycle samples—”

“—Acetylsalicylic acid. It’s basically Asprin, and I wasn’t stressed, they just weren’t crystallizing the they way they’re supposed to—”

“I don’t fucking care. But now you look mellow as hell,” Jean cuts him off, “Just thought maybe you rolled a good one before coming here or something. Not that I’m judging, of course. But you’re much more of a lightweight than you think, so try not to go—”

“‘M not a fucking lightweight,” Eren groans, “You and Reiner are just heavy bodied.”

“Just admit you can’t hold your shit, Jaeger.”

“I’m not admitting shit. Mikasa makes strong drinks, that’s all.”

Jean grits his teeth at Eren’s stubborn antics, but lets it go. It’s not like the conversation was going anywhere, anyways. “If you’re not baked, then what’s got your head in the clouds?”

Eren shifts in his seat now, pulling his hand off the table, and into his lap. Jean’s suspicious eyebrow is quirked again, and that slightly creeped-out feeling is back when he spots Eren’s ears going red.

Jesus Christ, he just asked a simple question.

“Not that I care,” Jean tacks on, feigning disinterest, “But if it’s gonna keep you from doing your half of the project, just spill it already so we can get this shit over with.”

Eren rolls his eyes, but that blush is still there. He looks like he contemplates waving it off for a minute, before he sighs. “(Y/N) and I showered together yesterday,” he finally blurts.

Jean blinks. “Oh. So you got laid—”

“—No, no, it wasn’t like that!” Eren corrects him, the red on his ears spreading to his cheeks slowly, with every word that spills out of his mouth. Eren stutters, a hand coming up to rub at the back of his neck, “She just… She washed my hair.”

Eren sighs, flustered and frustrated, and annoyed that he looks like this in front of Jean’s horse-faced ass of all people; but he knows, that no matter how much shit Jean talks, he can rely on him. For better or (often times) for worse.

And Jean, for as hotheaded as he can get, and for as much as Eren annoys the shit of out him, knows how to read a room; and in this moment, he can see that Eren is actually coming to him with genuine emotions, other than masked anger and abrasiveness. So, the both of them concede; pull back from their usual pointed commentary, and listen to what the other has to say. 

“Ah,” Jean comments, lamely; an embarrassed blush of his own growing on his face at his stupidity. The two sit in silence for a moment, before Jean speaks up again, “It’s, uh… It’s nice, right?”

Eren’s eyes snap to him, wide. He almost completely forgot that Jean’s in a committed relationship, too. The two don’t often go to each other for relationship advice, or… relationship venting, but Eren makes a mental note that maybe, just maybe, he should.  

“Yeah,” Eren admits, “I don’t, uh, I don’t know how to explain it. It was just—”

“Relaxing?”

“Yeah. Like all the bullshit from school just melted away all of a sudden,” Eren confesses, “All she fucking did was wash my hair and hum for, like, five minutes, but I feel like… I don’t know. Good.”

Jean hums, acknowledging Eren’s words and mulling them over. “Loved,” he chimes in with an awkward cough, “Pretty sure that’s the word you’re looking for, Jaeger.”

Eren chokes on air, his eyes darting around the room. So, yeah, it’s still a little awkward, talking with Jean of all people about his relationship, and love, and all that gushy stuff; but, even Eren can admit, it’s comforting to know that someone knows what he’s feeling—even if that someone is Jean.

“You should tell her. Girls like that shit, when you tell em what you’re thinking, you know?” Jean comments, picking up his pen to resume scribbling in his notebook. He sounds nonchalant, but from the redness on his face, Eren can tell he’s just as flustered, and probably thinking about his own girlfriend. “Besides, you’ve been together for a long ass time now. Don’t know what you’re waiting for at this point.”

“Yeah,” Eren coughs, pretending to resume his own homework, “Yeah, I think I will.”

“Good,” Jean nods, “Now will you fucking paste your paragraph in the Google Doc so I can rewrite it and make it coherent.”

“Fuck you, it’s coherent as is.”

“As if. I’ve read your shit before, and it sounds like it was written by six year old on meth. You science majors can’t write to save your life.”

“Tough talk from someone who can’t do basic addition.”

“Derivatives and shit aren’t basic addition, they were created by a man who died a virgin. Tells me everything I need to know about them and you.”

Three days later, Eren finds himself alone in your off-campus apartment, laying on your bed, stomach to the mattress, while he tries to convince himself to study for his upcoming biology exam. He finds looking around your room to be much more interesting, though, and takes the time to notice things he hadn’t before.

There’s a small strip of images of the two of your in a clear mason jar on your nightstand—the newest addition to your collection—from the photo booth at the ice-skating rink you went to last week. Eren doesn’t know why you insist on going to every photo booth you come across, but who is he to deny you the pictures.

When he looks to your closet, he isn’t surprised to see two of his hoodies, one of his warm-up soccer uniforms, and last season’s hockey jersey hanging up. What does surprise him, is the way they’re all hung up next to each other, like they have their own little section amongst your clothing; like they were reserved, special almost. He bets they’re all probably washed and clean, too; because you take care of his things like that.

He thinks about how he has a few pairs of sweatpants and pajamas—hell, even a pair of slacks and a button-down from one of your fancier dates—all tucked away in his very own drawer in your dresser. The bucket hats thats you claim are oh-so ugly still have their own place in your room, hanging next to your belts. Even his psychology textbook sits on your desk, clearly set aside for him and taken care of, but still integrated amongst your other belongings. 

You seem to be the only person who thinks Eren and all his baggage can have a place in your life. You seem to always have space for things to fit in, no matter how stupid, or ugly, or tattered they are; no matter how emotional, or lost, or impulsive he is. Nothing is out of place here, himself included. 

Lost in his thoughts, Eren doesn’t register the sound of your front door opening, or your footsteps growing louder. In fact, he doesn’t register that you’re home at all, until you come padding into your bedroom, shaking your backpack off of your shoulders and setting it next to his on the ground.

“Hey, baby,” you greet him, almost offhandedly, as you place your coffee down on your desk. He doesn’t mind—actually the element of practiced casualness in your tone brings a kind of warmth to him, and makes his stomach flutter. 

“Hey,” he smiles, a stupidly fond look in his eye as his watched you shimmy your jacket off of your shoulders. 

Eren sits himself upwards, shifting so that his long legs dangle off the edge of your bed as he watching your silhouette move throughout your bedroom. When you’re finished removing all your layers and jewelry, you finally look to him, greeting him a second time as you walk towards him and your bed.

Eren cages you in when you reach him, his ankles wrapped on top of each other as he secures you standing between his legs. He wraps his arms loosely around your waist, while your fingers crawl up the nape of his neck.

“Your hair’s dry,” you hum, your fingers raking through his brown locks as if to make your point, “You didn’t shower yet?”

Eren shakes his head lightly, craning his neck forwards to tuck the cold tip of his nose into your collar. He holds you a little tighter when you smooth his hair down, one of your hands resting against the back of his neck, and lightly scraping at the hairs near his nape.

“How come?” you question innocently, “I thought your classes ended a few hours ago—did your lab go late again? You should tell your TA you have a life outside of trying to culture bacteria in a dish, you know.”

Eren chuckles lightly, but feels the concern in your voice tug heavily at his heart strings. You seem to really hate his lab TA.

“Wasn’t him this time,” Eren mumbles against your skin, “Was waiting for you.”

“Yeah? That gonna be a regular thing, now?”

“Wouldn’t mind,” Eren confesses, words barely audible as he buries his face into your neck. He tries tickle you with his eyelashes, shift the heat towards you, but you move out of reach too quickly; your hands on his shoulders, forcing him to sit upright.

He has to look up you, just slightly, and he hopes he doesn’t look like a complete blushing idiot. If he does, you don’t seem to mind, if the way you cup his face between your hands is any indication.

“Well then, come on. I bought two new loofahs yesterday.”

Eren follows you to the bathroom with a smile, borderline giggling with excitement all the way to the shower. When it comes down to it, he relishes in the feeling of your fingertips against his scalp, suds of shampoo cascading down his neck as you find amusement in coiling his hair into a bubbly mohawk.

It’s so mundane, so simple, yet overwhelmingly intimate the way you’re taking care of him—the way you always take care of him. It fills Eren to the brim with emotions he can’t even begin to convey with words.

And when you’ve had you’re fun, and made sure his hair is throughly clean and smells like apples, you take your body wash on the ball of his (his! his very own!) loofah, and scrub away at his back, down his shoulders, across his torso; and Eren can’t stop the tears from falling.

He realizes his must look bizzare, to be standing the middle of your shower, crying like a baby with soap and suds all over his body, but he can’t help himself.

“Eren? Baby, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing, nothing,” he assures you, hiccuping between his words and sniffling away any more tears that threaten to fall. You don’t seem convinced, and once again, Eren feels his heart swell at just the sheer thought at you’d hold even an ounce of concern for him the way you do.

“You’re crying, Eren,” you point out, voice soft, but clearly concerned, as you reach your hands up to cup his face again, “Did I hurt you? What’s wr—”

Eren cuts you off by wrapping you in a hug, hoping—praying—you know that you could never hurt him. The two of you spend nearly five whole minutes like that, your arms wrapped around each other’s middles, with warm water pouring over your naked skin. Eren can feel you pressing shallow kisses into his chest, and he feels his heart physically swell every time your lips make contact with his skin.

It’s on the fifth, quiet press of your lips that Eren knows he can’t hold it in anymore; pulls away from your embrace to look you in your eyes.

“I love you,” he finally confesses, with wet hair stuck to his forehead, and teary eyes. It’s hardly a picture perfect moment, but Eren can’t bring himself to care; he needs you to know.

But, of course, you already did. “I know, Eren,” you say with a smile, kissing his chin, and then on the tips of your toes, his lips, “And I love you more.”

[estarion]

she’s elusive, and loves dragging his reluctant bones down cobblestoned lanes where memories of her should not exist.  magistrate in dark robes, lured back to court by a giggling will-o’-wisp cloaked as girl engulfed in a man’s white shirt. the revelation of her husband’s murder captivates him;  she twirls before esteemed bench on bare feet, cotton flowing above her knees like a scandalous party dress, mocking his inability to descend from where higher powers have placed him.  permitted neither to follow her to a grave nor meet again thereafter, his heart tugs, it still beats in this made-up memory—she swears she won’t stop, not for him, not even in death and he, gavel poised to strike, swallows the thick build-up of mysterious yearning in his throat and absolves her anyway.  the judgement is silent and still:  elongated, dramatic in mind.  the exhausted blink of his eyes, in reality.  she departs from his courtroom with a skip and a smile.

she’s elusive, and his chin, like his gaze and spirit, is low, fixed on something blurry-red and meaningless in his tent.  astarion is no authority figure on a bench;  he’s an overdressed elf with a curse, a hunger that never completely eases, and this unknowable lonely future sprawling endlessly, dauntingly, ahead.   “think that’s hilarious, do you?”   he broods, more out of obligation than any real desire to make even, music box clenched between his hands, turning it over and over whilst she samples serenely from the basket.  his grip tightens excessively, makes the mechanism sing by accident—he shuts it up in a flustered hurry, scrambling with the wind-up key.   “what did you say earlier?  that i’ve all the time in the world?”   now he gets to be mocking, though it falls woefully flat;  his heart unwilling to participate.  maybe he just sounds ... miserable.  he recovers, somewhat, with a forced scoff:   “perhaps i’ll delve into necromancy for a couple decades, then.  learn how to raise you as a cute little zombie...”

she’s elusive, but still something tangible, in his reach. not dead yet.   “soulmates?  i wonder.”   that is to say: he really does not know. he somehow doubts it ... there is an edge of unrelenting grumpiness about him until he’s at last the one situated and snug behind her. legs flank shorter ones, solid front melded to narrow back, both arms wrapped around his soft, spiteful little girl. nose burrowed into her hair, her nape, he will keep his face there as long as he likes because he does not need to breathe save for griping at her. akina expresses further wonder, over the ‘catlike’ mating rituals of elves.  his face pulls back earlier than expected merely to avoid gaining a mouthful of her hair when he laughs. it is far too easy, hearty, amused; she might think she is absolved of all sin. oh, well. in his eyes, she is. “... the souls are scarce, recycled.”   arms tighten, briefly the deepest embrace, suddenly a heist: his right hand pinches the spoon from her, plucking it like a tulip. why a tulip? why indeed.   “elves can fuck and fuck and fuck but won’t successfully reproduce until there’s a soul available.  much simpler when they join with other races.  elves and humans, for instance.”   his chin plops onto her shoulder and he assesses the plate down in akina’s lap.  dips into it, meticulously.  as a mortal, none could surpass his table manners;   as an immortal, his covered forearm rests atop her thigh, hand at work between her legs. scooping up porridge.   “but ... you’re safe with me.  i can’t just knock you up.”   he lifts, then playfully whirls the end of loaded spoon in front of her mouth, watching, waiting for lips to part.   “imagine if i could, though?”   his palm presses her belly through loose fabric, fingers spreading open.  he drops a lingering kiss to her pulse. hums against warm skin. “all those times, akina.  and positions. goodness gracious ... you would be in such trouble.”

 his loud voice doesn't even startle her , but makes her giggle in the red fabric . karlach was the safest one to ask for dinner among their companions because akina isn't sure how others would react to such spoiled requests . dinner inside their own tent , lost in their little world , a world that'll never exist . akina , some days sits on her horse and stares at the curled locks of white on astarion's head from behind ; it's odd he's not as experienced as she'd think he was in these situations . he can act well , can steal her breath away and ruin every sexual experience she might have with another man . but he goes silent when she kisses his shoulder , he gets shy when he asks her to stay the night . how come no woman had fallen on their knees and told him they adored him ? married or not– he's the dreamy charmer that tempts you , the kind that writers cry about in their pathetic little romance books . akina used to read them ; used to lay under sunlight , close her eyes and smile about the imaginary prince dancing with her through the stone halls of her mansion .

 she should take astarion there someday . she doesn't acknowledge nor address the fact that war must have taken her parents if they were prepared enough to run from the city , but the mansion itself should be unoccupied now . her hand wraps around her own wrist , she pulls him back to herself when he tries to get a better look into the food they were given . claiming his attention unashamedly , like she owns it , like nobody else is allowed to ever think about having his pretty eyes on them for more than two seconds . ❛ fine . . . ❜  akina likes eating food , it's just that sometimes she forgets or insists she's not hungry until she feels dizzy or gets too snappy at the smallest things . now seated in front of him , crawled away from his warmth while rolling her eyes , akina wastes no time digging into the basket for food . mashed potatoes and meat , well , not what she'd prefer to have but it smelled too nice . she glances at his shirt while she eats , and nods eagerly .

 dressed in his shirt , eating happily like a happy wife — it's not a dream , it sounds like a whole other reality . he's not shy about voicing his wants , unlike her and her locked up mouth that chews the food . and swallows with a quiet smile . ❛ you want me to stay the night ? hmm . that's definitely clingy . ❜  she says like the mean girl she is , eager to irritate him a little after such soft comfort of her obedience had calmed the atmosphere down . akina can only behave long enough to get him in a better mood , until he gets stuck in her web and can't escape it even when she's being a little shit . knees press on the ground , pausing mid-rise to take another bite off the bread before crawling toward the shirt . ❛ you're gonna have such hard time when i'm dead . i will be laughing at you from beyond the grave , that's for sure . ❜  aren't elves cursed with an undying soul , akina makes fun of it because it's not her who will die last . selfish girl . the armor comes off her pale skin , unclasped and untied as the steel leaves her fair skin . her back is turned to him like he's not seen everything already , spine curls delicately before black locks fall like waterfall . his shirt is a soft replacement for cold steel , chest flushed with heat , she pushes her hair out and away her now clothed shoulders . her bangs are messed up when she turns , which isn't much bold in her attention when she reaches for the plate to place it on her bare lap and keep eating . gets to talking as soon as she grabs her spoon to dig into the soft porridge .  ❛ astarion ? do elves have soulmates ? i read it in a book . long ago , it said they have mating seasons and everything . like cats . haha . ❜

[veilder]

Alright, ol' beard!Gavin has been making the rounds again and it got me thinking, lol. I wrote this little thing last night in a series of DMs and I don't really have the energy to edit it any more than this, so sorry if it's a bit rough! But yeah. A little scenario that popped into my head. (Based off of many different beard!Gavin edits/art, but specifically this one by mercerd! ^_^)

Connor was, in a word, preoccupied. He’d expected to be, of course. It’s been over a week since his and Gavin’s busy schedules had lined up enough to meet up and he found himself missing his boyfriend quite terribly in the interim. In fact, in the last few days he hadn’t seen Gavin at all, not even puttering around the bullpen like a coffee-driven zombie. So when he’d unexpectedly received an update from him, an all-clear that his case had wrapped and he’d be free tonight, Cononr had jumped at the chance. And of course, the prospect itself added to Connor’s distraction. Efficient as he was, he still managed to finish up his own work, but not without Hank side-eyeing him regularly throughout the day. “Worse than teenagers, the both of you,” he could be heard muttering. “Idiots in love” was another go-to. Connor pretended not to hear him. When Connor’s shift finally rolled to a close a few hours later and he found himself standing outside Gavin’s apartment door, though, that’s when the real preoccupation began. It had been over a week since they’d spent any time together, 4 days 17 hours and 26 minutes since Connor had even seen the man in passing, and Gavin was… different. He looked different. Connor couldn’t stop staring at his beard. Indeed, throughout their whole evening together, Connor was mightily distracted. Through their initial hellos and amorous embrace, through the makeshift dinner they’d prepared that Gavin scarfed down eagerly, and now like this, the two of them watching a movie together, all cuddled up with Connor reclining back against Gavin's chest. Connor couldn’t help but stare, though he tried not to be obvious about it. Already, he could feel his analysis programs flaring up, ready to collect this new data, to compare and contrast, to catalog more sensations. Connor was overcome by such a deep-seated need to touch, the sensors on his fingertips more sensitive than anywhere save the ones on his tongue. (Truly, he’d like to collect samples that way, but they've already had this discussion one too many times and he knows such means are off limits.) 

As they settled in and Gavin focused his whole attention on the screen, Connor wondered if this might finally be his chance. He shifted himself subtly, pretending he's getting more comfortable against Gavin even though such things don't affect his synthetic body whatsoever. He then brought his head up, letting it rest on Gavin's shoulder, and gently gently gently rested his temple at the corner of Gavin's jaw. And he could barely feel the difference, the sensors lining his skull more proximity-based than sensation-based. But the 0.02 mm difference was enough for even those sensors to register. 

Connor shifted again, desperate to feel more, to feel the difference there on Gavin's face. Gavin's arms tightened on him, though, his attention wavering as he gave Connor a quick glance. "What is it?" Gavin asks, a genuine concern threading his words. "Something wrong?"

Connor shook his head, feeling the coarse beard slide across his synthskin. He shuts his eyes as the data coalesces. "No, I'm fine," he says, reveling in the sensation.

But the experience was short-lived. Gavin moved himself now, sitting up straighter to glance down as his boyfriend, brow furrowed and eyes full of questions. He gestured towards the TV. "You sure, Con? We can shut this shit off if you're bored, I don't care. It's not as good as the first one anyway."

"No!" Connor yelled, turning in Gavin's grasp to stare him down. "No, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt. We can carry on, Gavin. Nothing's wrong!"

Gavin's brow only furrowed further. "TV. Pause," he said, the action scene on screen freezing mid-explosion. But Gavin's eyes were only on Connor. "I don't buy that shit for a second. You know that, right?" 

Connor neither confirmed nor denied his query, too busy trying to avoid Gavin's penetrating stare. But the man reached out, tilting Connor’s chin up so their eyes met. "Hey," he said softly, "Talk to me. What's up?"

Connor warred with himself, his desperate curiosity at odds with the protocols they'd already discussed. His request would be strange to a human, he knows this. His desires were a foreign thing. It wouldn't be polite to ask, not with the boundaries Gavin had so clearly established when they'd begun their romantic relationship. Connor didn't know what to do.

Gavin spoke again. "If it was the case thing, I'm sorry. That shit got really outta hand. I wasn't trying to blow you off, I swear,  I was just—"

"No!" Connor's emphatic shout cut Gavin off. "No, it's nothing you did. I've been busy these last few weeks as well. It's..." He let a sigh shudder through his chassis, the forced movement of air helping regulate his systems. But he couldn't go on letting Gavin think he was the one at fault here. No, it was now or never. "You just... look different, Gavin," Connor said softly. "And I was... curious."

Gavin looked even more confused now. "What? What the fuck are you talking about, tincan?"

And Connor let his eyes drop down to the shaggy scruff along Gavin's jaw, still entranced despite himself at the physical differences present. "You grew a beard while we were apart."

Gavin's hand reached up, running along the bottom of his face like he'd just noticed himself. "Yeah, uh... Like I said, shit was frantic with the case. Didn't have time to shave.” He was side-eying Connor, something wary in his gaze. After a brief moment of hesitation, he said, “Uh... I'll go get rid of it now, I didn't realize it was bothering you so much." And he moved to get up, eyes averted. 

Connor bodily blocked his way, practically laying on top of him! "I'm not disturbed!"

"You're not? Then what...?"

Connor hid his face in Gavin's chest, wondering if he should admit the truth or not. But Gavin was threatening to get rid of the beard anyway? Gavin thought Connor was perturbed by it. There was only one way to assuage the man’s worries. Connor opened his mouth. "I want to collect data samples," he said quietly, a deep well of shame filling him. "I'm sorry. I... I can't help myself."

Connor could feel the way Gavin's breath hitched in his lungs. "What the fuck?" he whispered. "You just wanna... What? Touch my beard?!"

Connor nodded, still hiding his face. "Yes," he said. 

Another drawn-out moment added to the tension as Gavin processed Connor’s words. "Then… Then why are you being so coy about it?” He sounded genuinely perplexed. “Fuck, touch away, I don't give a shit?"

Now it was Connor's turn to look confused. His head shot up, brown eyes wide and searching as he studied his boyfriend's face. "You'll allow an exception to our terms?" he asked, a hopeful lilt in his voice.

Gavin, having finally managed to pull himself out from under Connor and sit up straight, turned his head to stare, incredulous. "Connor, I have no idea what the fuck you are talking about here. Wanna explain what fuckin 'terms' you're talking about?"

Connor titled his head. "The terms of our relationship. You were very clear on your guidelines when we first began this and I have done my utmost to adhere to them. I do not want to ruin this."

“What the fuck?!” Gavin jumped up, and began pacing around the coffee table, his hands threading through his hair with agitation. After a moment, he turned, pointing a finger at Connor's seated form. "My 'guidelines' or whatever you wanna call them had nothing to do with this situation?! What the fuck?! What are you talking about, Connor?!" He seemed genuinely distressed, his face turning red, his eyes widening. "I said the regular shit like us not lying to each other and staying exclusive and—! And—! And not leave a mess in my goddamn apartment! Where are you getting this from?"

Connor pulled a record from his archives and spoke using Gavin's own voice: "And I don't want you doing any of your freaky-deaky experiments on me, capiche? I don't want you scanning me and shit. Or licking! No licking! Don't analyze me, dipshit!"

Gavin stared at him, eyes wide. His face was no longer red. In fact, all the color seemed to leave it. "I... I didn't mean..." With a great, shuddering breath, Gavin sank back down into the couch, letting his face rest in his hands. Muffled, he continued on, "I only meant we should value each other's privacy. Not..." He looked up, staring at Connor with eyes full of regret. "All this time, you've been thinking I didn't want you to be yourself around me?"

Connor looked away. "I thought… I understood that we would face certain hurdles in our relationship, Gavin. I am an android, you are human. There were bound to be certain incompatibilities. I didn’t want to disturb you with any idiosyncrasies stemming from my design. I... care too deeply for you to allow that to happen."

"Jesus, Con." He heard Gavin's breathed-out reply. "Fuck. Fuck! I'm such an idiot!" 

The feeling of a hand on his shoulder had Connor turning to face the man seated beside him. But the crash of Gavin’s body into his own was more unexpected. He’d surged forward, wrapping his arms around Connor and squeezing him tight. And it was like something had come loose inside Connor from the pressure. He felt lighter as he reached out, too, bringing his own arms up to reciprocate the embrace. "I fear... there has been a misunderstanding between us, Gavin," he said at last. 

A pained chuckle sounded in reply. "Yeah. Jesus Christ." Gavin pulled back a little, still staying close enough to keep their embrace intact, though. With a pained grimace, he said, "Lemme set the record straight then: you're allowed to be curious about me. You should be, even. It's part of what makes you you! Part of why I care about you. I can't believe I didn't realize this shit was going on before now." He heaved an aggrieved sigh and reached back, collecting up one of Connor's hands in his own. With a steely determination in his gaze, he brought the hand to his own face. "You have my permission to analyze my goddamn beard, Con. You can ask to scan me or whatever when you want to. Those fuckin terms are getting a renegotiation, alright? And I'm... sorry I didn't realize all this shit was happening."

Connor didn't quite know how to respond. Beneath his fingertips, the data flooded in, the scroll of new information occluding his HUD. And it was exhilarating, the way he could sense and touch and feel Gavin in his sensors! But the best feeling was perhaps the acceptance. Gavin was staring up at him, his lovely gray eyes open and trusting in a way Connor had rarely seen before. His hand covered Connor's own on his face, not seeming to mind at all when Connor's synthskin receded and the hard plastic casing emerged. Gavin held him steady as he gave into his programming and Connor wondered if this was perhaps what "love" felt like? He allowed himself to lean closer, nuzzling his face along the other side of Gavin's face, the scruff of his beard brushing his own smooth features. And he heard Gavin chuckle, squeezing him tighter in their embrace. "Maybe I'll keep the beard after all if this is the sorta reception it'll get me."

Connor smiled against his skin. "You should," he said. And something more wicked entered his grin then as he nuzzled Gavin again. "It reminds me of Sumo."

Connor laughed as Gavin sputtered his indignation, shouting about how dirty and smelly dogs were and that he was nothing like them! That Connor better get his sensors checked, cause he was clearly off the mark! That Hank's beast of a dog just slobbered everywhere and barked at him. Connor laughed and held him close as they bantered back and forth.

Gavin never once pushed him away.

[spearxwind]

Ooo, I like your new character, Nereus, I'd like to know more! :O

What's their disposition or personality like!?

In particular whats it like getting catalogued by them? Is it 'freindly' when it's cataloguing something? What happens to the catalogued thing afterwards?

How much data can they store? Does their archive go back pretty far? Do they offload it somewhere external or is it all self contained?

Do they emit much light or sound underwater? What kinda noises do they make?

How much do they rely on visuals? Can they have a sort of searchlight or do they not need that because other sensors/senses? Can they mimic things / sounds from something they've catalogued earlier to lure something for more cataloguing / data gathering perhaps?

What do they sustain themselves on? I noticed they got some sharp teeth and claws, what sort of threats do they have to worry about :O

Are their others like it and if there is how do they react to each other?

Uhh that's all I can think of for now!

Oh these questions are really good!! Idk how much I can answer since I don’t have a whole lot thought out yet, but let’s see

1. Being catalogued is completely chill and painless!! They only require some footage, and a small dna sample to make sure species don’t get cross-catalogued if theres dimorphism. And yes, it is very friendly, Nereus LOVES interacting with creatures and usually most creatures are friendly or at least chill towards it :] Dna samples can also be anything, usually a few cells suffice (something like picking up a scale, or getting a special underwater swab to scrape the lifeform a bit)

2. They can for sure store a lot of data, they were meant to be out in the world without coming back for long long periods of time. I feel like mostly is self contained, and they can definitely keep all of it on them (to prevent creatures from being catalogued twice) but they WERE meant to eventually go back to a facility and get their data extracted. The facility has been in ruins for many years though. I havent decided how far back their archive goes yet but a good few years probably!

3. They have some sound cues, and very rudimentary speech that they pull from their coding mostly. Their lights can be a little dimmed if necessary, but generally fish arent bothered by light anyways.

4. They definitely rely on visuals as they need to have footage of creatures in order for sucessful catalogue to be done, but they dont rely solely on it! Also, frankly they should 100% have a searchlight because that way they feel like an ROV and im about that.  I hadnt thought about the sounds thing, probably not but thats a super neat idea and I do love me a mimic so I will for sure let that simmer for a while bc its fun

5. It’s solar powered! If necessary, they can also use bacterial fuel cells (just because... the concept slaps so much. i can yoink another cool concept from In Other Waters.... as a treat). It definitely comes in handy if they go deep for long periods of time but otherwise they spend a lot of time on the surface and in shallow waters, and their batteries are BEEFY The claws and teeth are both for sample collecting/handling and manipulating other things. I also just think theyre cool slkdjffd. However they probably do have to worry about a hostile life form or two 

6. There’s probably others like it! I havent thought that far ahead though for this funny little setting :’] if anything, most other units are non functional and buried somewhere, or still within defunct facilities. If there are others like it out there, theyre sparse enough that even just coming across each other is very likely, and while Nereus would be friendly towards them since it has a personality, the others likely wouldnt pay it any mind 

[noisilyscreechingsong]

‘Well this wasn’t ideal’ Tim thought to himself.

Bright green eyes stared up at him and Tim blinks back. He looks down the alley and back behind him. No one. No parents calling for a lost child. No stroller just laying around. No clues to help him figure out where this child- toddler came from.

He looks back down and the kid is making grabby hands at him now. He’s not even Red Robin right now, he just needed to grab some food on the way home.

The white hair is suspicious, as is the slight green glow coming off the child, but what’s really bothering him is those toxic eyes that remind him a little too much of Jason’s when the Pit Madness gets to him.

Tim contemplates picking up the kid. Should he just call Bruce? He wasn’t really in the position to be- oh, the kid floats.

Apparently the boy got impatient and decided to go to Tim. That’s fine. Everything is totally normal. He sees this on a daily basis.

He adjusts the carry out bag in his hand to accommodate the pint sized child settling into his arms like they did this all the time. The boy weighs… nothing. Literally like holding a balloon. He has to wrap his arms tighter so the child doesn’t fly away.

“Um, hi?”

The boy doesn’t respond except to snuggle closer, shoving his face into Tim’s neck like he wants to merge together.

“O-kay… where are your parents?” Is the logical question.

Tim knew the child was young, but he could still talk, right? How old was he? Like two? Three?

Maybe he should try an easier question.

“So my name’s Tim. What’s yours?”

He looks down and gets a face full of white hair for his trouble. He blows it away from his mouth and looks around again. Who was he kidding? This was a meta kid that was probably dumped in a dirty ally and might get trafficked if Tim doesn’t-

OW!

Did he just-? Did this toddler just bite him? On the neck? That liquid running down to soak into his collar was most definitely his blood.

Shit, is this a vampire child? Is he gonna turn into a vampire now?

Best bet is to get back to his Nest and wait it out, see what happens.

Oh. Good. The kid fell asleep.

It didn’t take long to get back to his safe place with a strange glowing child clinging to him and blood sticking to his skin.

His internal panic was to the point he was calm and rather collected. Tim had no other problems setting the toddler down on the couch for the rest of his surprise nap and head to the bathroom to wipe off the blood from his neck wound made by little baby fangs. They were actually kinda cute if he didn’t think about the fact they were used against him.

Tim casually ate his take out while watching the kid doze out the corner of his eye. That’s probably the only reason he witnessed what he did.

A bright white light engulfed the toddler suddenly, and after blinking several times he was convinced he was still blinded by the light show. The boy now had black hair like his and a healthy complexion, any hint of glowing gone.

The kid squirms in protest and then slowly blinks open very familiar blue eyes. Wait a minute. Did his face change too? Minute details seemed to have shifted just a bit to look more like… well, Tim.

Blue eyes meet matching blue eyes. They blink at each other.

Then the toddler sees his fork full of Chinese noodles hovering in the air where he froze. The boy slips off the couch and totters over. Clumsily, he climbs up into Tim’s lap (with no help from the vigilante) and sits down with a huff. An itty bitty hand grabs his own and pulls the fork until the boy can eat his food.

Rude.

And then they proceed to have a little disagreement about who’s food this actually was. Spoiler: they compromised and shared the container. It wasn’t like Tim was going to eat all of it anyway, it was a reasonable and mature decision not at all swayed by the cute pout and angry eyebrows.

Turns out the kid isn’t a vampire, he was just taking a sample to copy, because that’s the only reasonable explanation. That’s the good news. In other news, Tim is a dad now to a toddler that now shares DNA with him.

After thinking through a thorough plan on the kid’s soon to be identity and paperwork and an airtight background story to tell Bruce and the rest of the crazies, Tim does what he should have done thirty minutes ago. He calls Kon.

Teenage Dad Tim

An idea I am having right before my flight back home starts... I will expand on it more once I am home tho but for now hear me out please.

Teenage Dad Tim. We got Bruce, Dick and Jason taking in Danny but do we have Tim taking him in?

Like deaged Danny (reduced to a toddler because of his Ghost age) suddenly appearing before Tim with white hair and Lazarus green eyes, clearly a meta kid too in Tim's eyes. And Tim just goes... yep that's a toddler with pit madness, let me just forge some papers real quick and then I can investigate my new kid.

No B, you can't have him. Danny is mine now. See the papers. He is illegally mine now.

[allsassnoclass]

alrighty, here is my track by track review/opinions on 5sos5!  Written during my second listen of the album

COMPLETE MESS: ah yes! the big single!  this one gets major points just because of how much it means to the band and the fact that writing it defined the beginning of this era for them.  I love that they start off with byron’s birds, and they get Major Points for having everyone sing a little solo line in it.  Michael’s bridge is the best part (I love how two different singers can infuse completely different meaning in the same words!).  It’s not my favorite genre of song and got a little repetitive at some points, but it’s a good song.

Easy For You To Say: The last minute of this song is so good!!! all of it is good, but that’s my favorite part where we get this huge instrumental sound and the vocals kind of fading to the background.

Bad Omens: this one is probably my favorite!  which is interesting for me because i don’t like synths lol.  I LOVE the lyrics in this one and the way that it builds!!!  the juxtaposition of the melody and lyrics is also very interesting to me, because the song sounds anthemic and almost triumphant, but the lyrics are about putting yourself in an emotionally unbalanced relationship over and over again, knowing full well that that’s what you’re doing.  “I’m still making sense of having nothing left to say” is INDEED a fantastic lyric.  This song was transcendent live in the royal albert hall stream.  The only thing I wish for the studio recording would be for them to get live strings recorded in that section before the bridge rather than using a synth sample.  If they come out with an album for the royal albert hall concert, you bet i’d loop this one a million times

Me Myself & I: friends I’m going to level with you. I don’t like this song.  I skipped it during this listen-through.  It is entirely too repetitive and I’m sick of it.  The lyrics that they have are good and the melody is catchy, but I don’t need to hear them three times in a row in less than three minutes.  they didn’t even give us a different bridge.

Take My Hand - Joshua Tree Version: this one also has a really great build and i love the forward motion of it that’s reflected in both the lyrics and the instrumentation.  The lyrics on this one are so fantastic, and when listening to the ending for the first time i had to put a hand over my heart and breathe for a bit.  I’m not sure I can properly articulate how full this song makes me feel, but that’s okay.  many things are best described by music anyway

CAROUSEL: this one strikes me as being really similar to take my hand in a lot of ways, mainly lyrically and with how the entire song is one big build (like many songs on this album).  this song is like take my hand’s groovier older sibling.  take my hand is in high school trying to find their place in the world, carousel is in college vibing while all of this is eating at them in the back of their mind and they’re holding on with all their might.  i like that we get lots of drums. fascinating ending. overall, great song.

Older: this one has grown on me, but it’s still not my favorite.  i think that it’s better live without the spooky-eerie echo effect, but i also understand why they did that.  i wish they had utilized sierra’s feature differently instead of just having them sing in unison for the majority of the song and i’m iffy on some of the lyrics, but i feel like the sound and lyrics go really well with the kind of morbid view of love that they’re singing about.  it’s like a song on the soundtrack for a gothic fantasy movie, which is great if you’re into that thing.  when i first listened to this song i didn’t anticipate it growing on me as much as it already has, so maybe it’ll continue to do so and i’ll end up loving it, but i’m not there yet.

HAZE: friends, this one is my least favorite, which i know is divisive.  it just does not do it for me in any way.  i don’t like the sound at all, the vocal style isn’t my favorite, and none of the lyrics stood out to me.  i really don’t like whatever electronic thing is happening after the choruses.

You Don’t Go To Parties: I don’t know what I was expecting with this song, but it’s not what I got and i LOVE IT.  I really like the lyrical story, I really like the chorus.  big fan of the background harmonies.  i wish they had given us a bridge tbh, but it’s fine.  i also like that we get an ashton calum song, because i think their strength lies with the fact that they all sing.  i love luke, but i love hearing the others, too.  i also like the very ending, with everything abruptly cutting off and the hint of an echo. it feels like looking at the aftermath of a party  once everyone has left

BLENDER: this song is fine. i don’t hate it, but it’s definitely not my favorite. some of this is probably influenced by the fact that i’m bitter they replaced lover of mine with this on the setlist for the take my hand tour, because i would’ve preferred hearing lover of mine live.  i really like the baseline (shout out cal) and the song in general is fun, but it’s not my vibe.

Caramel: not my favorite, just because it’s sonically not my favorite genre. the lyrics are pretty good, but i think there are other standouts on the album. absolutely fascinated by the acoustic guitar at the very end

Best Friends: AND I LOVE TO LOVE YOU!!!!! i absolutely love this song.  big fan of friendship songs and big fan of the friendship between the boys and i love how you can rock out to this one and shout it at the top of your lungs. also hello Mr. Clifford vocals!!!!  I want to blast this song while speeding down the highway on a road trip with my friends

Bleach: this one took a second listen for me to digest, because the chorus lost me a little and I had to look at the lyrics for a while before I processed what they’re saying.  now that i get it, though, wonderful song. i wish it had ended a little differently, this one feels a little abrupt (this is ONE instance where i would allow a fade out, like the bleach/himself swirling down the drain), but otherwise it’s great

Red Line: This one doesn’t really feel like an ending song for me.  I think the feeling of not having a home base is captured pretty well and i like that they end the song with the actual sounds of the train, but the chorus is not my favorite

Moodswings: oooo this one is intriguing.  i love what they did with the layering of the vocals and i love the cadence of the verses juxtaposed with the chorus (almost like we’re switching between two grooves.... like our mood is swining............... wild). bonus points for switching the lyric at the end from “wanna fucking push you away” to “kills me when i push you away,” i love when they do little lyrical turns like that

Flatline: i think this is the song that made me think that modern jonas brothers would sing some of these songs, specifically the chorus.  i’m not a huge fan of that type of groove with the falsetto, but it’s a cute song and i’d wiggle to it.

Emotions: i mean. what even am i supposed to say here. michael clifford is a pop punk king and i love him and i especially love him for giving us this song.  it’s so reminiscent of 2000′s pop punk, even in his vocal quality and style he uses (particularly the backing vocals in the second verse when he goes up the octave).  i absolutely love this song and wasn’t expecting something like it on the album (it almost feels like an outlier, but i’m so glad they included it).  i love how he keeps adding layers as he goes.  fantastic song

Bloodhound: this is the song i probably have the least opinions on? true neutral here.  it’s not really my genre, but the halloween references amuse me.  the difference between the bridge and the rest of the song is really interesting (in a good way), i like that they threw that in there to keep us on our toes.  It’s always good to keep the listeners interested.

TEARS!: this one feels a bit like another black sheep of the album.  i love how each section has a different sound happening with it, and the pre-chorus is my favorite section. i also love the subject, i think lots of people have had moments over the past few years where it feels like the world (whether the world at large or your personal world) is on fire and no one else cares. this is the type of song you blast when you’re feeling some type of way

Overall, this isn’t my favorite album of their sonically, which I knew would happen based on the singles we already got.  I’m not a fan of 80s music, which lots of people have compared songs from this album to.  I don’t like too much synthesizer or electronic samples. I’m very much a rock-influenced live instruments type of gal, and they’re exploring different sounds than my tastes, which is fine.  i wish we had gotten a few more rock bangers given that it is a 19 song album, but overall i still liked it.

Lyrically, I think this is their best album.  I love the breadth of themes that they explored and I feel like they have so many lyrical gems hidden in here, which is awesome.  I also love that we had all four of them sing at various points throughout the album.  I love when the band shares vocals amongst the members, and I’m glad to see a return to that after calm was almost entirely luke.

I think that the love that they have for their music and for the band as an entity is apparent in this album, and I’m so happy that they got to make a record that is authentically them and that they did mostly independently.  That type of freedom to create produces really good stuff, and it’s reflected in how much heart is in this album.

[mamaito]

[Live A hero] 1-2

…

….

["… Huh?"] ["This is..?"]

The first sight that greet you was the ceiling. Inside of this cramped room was an electric light, when you used the switch nearby it starts to swing around.

Ito starts to raise her body upright to scan over her surroundings. This is the place where you'd sleep in, and over there--

["This is…"] ["This is my room."]

Somewhere within you and in this unfamiliar room, you feel a sense of need to remember something. However, it is right to say that this is in fact, your room. And you're able to remember getting a lease for it too.

It is the same window with the same light, the same alarm sound from that phone you carry in your hand, and the same place where you get your head up in the morning.

-- That's right, everything's the same… And yet you still have this sense of discomfort as you try to remember more positively about yourself.

["What was that strange dream?"] ["Was it even a dream…?"]

You know of it, and yet you don't-- As usual, it is different-- The way your brains wired believes that it isn't right to call it a dream.

This strange feeling in your head is being subdued so you went to reach for your phone near the bedside, you needed to make sure what time it was.

-- Year 2220, January 1st. 7:30 AM

["IT'S SEVEN O' CLOCK…!?"] ["… Nah, what am I even on about."]

Even then, there's really nothing much to go on, you decided to set that feeling aside for now.

Remembering that you still have time to call in sick. You didn't make a mistake, you did went to bed a few hours ago, and then the next day you woke up per usual out of habit.

You have 20 minutes left to still sleep in, you know there still is.

["This morning has been nothing but strange."] ["It's strange. but.."]

Looking back to your phone, you accessed the records of your schedule, pictures, and the sound of your own alarm.

Within the screen of your phone-- The notification: [It's time to go to work.] is being displayed.

["Anyway--"] ["I gotta get to the workplace."]

Ito raised her head up and for the first time is getting ready to dress herself up for the sake of it--

[The voice of a screen from the street] "People of Oriental city, good morning to you all! It is a rather refreshing morning today in Japan, isn't it?"

"We've been taught that in this round planet that we call earth has joined a union, it was exactly 170 years ago that we are celebrating the ceremony day of the subject that it was formed today--"

[Armed Pastry Chef?] "There's new products on sale today! Those in the opposing side of the milky way wants to get their hands on these sweets, so take part in sampling our food!"

"Cultivated from two suns, this caramel flavored fruit is just the same as mixing aplenty of cream into it!"

"It's roughly only 450 right now on sale! Use of fertilization not included!"

[Wolf Police Officer] "-- Done. It tastes just like what my grandmother used to make in her home world, one of those regional cuisines they had there."

"I seem to be tasting four types of things there, fish? insect? Something along those lines, the dough is like the one in my father's birthplace… The taste itself is rather complicated."

[Timid Fireman?] "Hahah, that's just how it is when you're born on earth. The ingredients they used here, from the way their method of cooking here is, anything from everything is different for everyone."

["… How should I say this."]

[Robot Conductor] "-- Train number 1 is now stopping, it is one of the fastest ones in the entire universe, ranking only number two in the terminal. There is four minutes and 30 seconds left till it's eventual arrival."

"The doors will now be closing, caution is advised. In ten seconds it will depart immediately. Do not rush and hurt one another."

[Jovial Waiter?] "Hey, Gramps! If it's fine with you, you can have this seat here! The next stop is where I'm heading anyway!"

[Brawny Archeologist?] "Oh? Don't worry about my age here… Though thank you for offering. I might as well take you up on that offer to sit down."

[Announcement] "Next stop is Central Square. To those exiting-- Be careful from sudden stops."

[Jovial Waiter?] "Aah!? Oof!!"

[Newly Appointed Elementary Teacher?] "Uwaah!? You're heavy, you're heavy, you're heavy!! Hurry up and get off me!!"

[Jovial Waiter?] "Ah. I'm so sorry! I suppose I am rather big…!"

[".. Uh."] ["I'm sure everyone here is taking in the scene right now."] ["What was it…"]

[Employee] "Section Manager, the preparations for the MR meeting has been done. One of the members participating is from the Osaka main office."

[Boss] "I understand, I'm on my way. Tell one of the members to assemble a 3D tour for the members of the meeting."

["Why is that…"] ["I'm feeling such discomfort."]

As you marching along the cities variou sceneries, you decided to get some air before starting with your work in the office.

Ito has gotten used to watching and becoming familiar with the language of others and finds it quite a adventure.

It is almost like… A parallel of that dream, that you've brought along with you. It was that kind of feeling.

[Mysterious Man] "In what way, you asked? Don't you want to be respected? There is nothing for you to worry about too much. You're very existence has always been the same."

"I am referring to that parallel world self of yours, however, that is all there is to it. There is hardly any pain to it, right?"

["It's just as what that alien said…"] ["Just what was my relationship to him?"]

[Boss] "-- Ito. Is there anything else you wanted to ask?"

"You're one of the members that are participating, you know. We're gathering the equipment for the 3D tour, alright?"

["Huh.. Ah, sure!"] ["Um… Did you say a 3D tour?"]

Ito picked up the item from her desk and headed to the meeting room.

Whether she knew or not-- There were still complicated inconsistencies in her head that she was still worried about…

The meeting was over and around noon, the sound of the chime ringing was when you were all informed about having a break and you went and left the office.

Because it was break time, Ito went ahead to look for something to eat and drink.

Above the sky was a spaceship going back forth above the hills and valleys, the same as the earthlings here are walking around in back and forth in the streets, all with differing appearances from one another.

["No matter how many times I look around, it's always packed."] ["It's just like when I first saw that scene."]

A strange sensation comes pushing into her in the middle of the busy street before disappearing-- At that moment..

["UGH!?"] ["Wh-What!?"]

A huge pile of smoke was coming from the opposite direction, and in that time so was every surrounding.

Voices could be heard being yelled out by a crowd of people that were marching forward, several were screaming.

[Citizen] "Mo..! Monster!!"

"R-run!! They're going to eat you!!"

A flood of ink comes rushing in and in a blink of an eye, it has already reaching most of the surroundings by then. Everyone started to run.

Everyone started to sprint in all directions whilst those in the higher vicinity watches, black smoke looms over the entire street corner-- In the middle of this turmoil, A creature showed up to the scene.

[Monster] "ROOOOARRR..!! RAAAAHHH!!"

["Ah..!!"] ["That's!!"]

["That's the same creature I fought--"] ["A monster..!!"]

[Monster] "Raahh..!!"

The monster's head cranes over, to focus it's eye onto Ito, as it confirms your location it then launches over and catches you.

As it opens it's mouth at you, a beaming light within the inside of it's mouth starts flash. With your body gripped tightly to prevent you from running away, it continues to concentrate as it starts to take an even bigger, circular form.

["I got caught..!"] ["Not good, I need to run--"]

In that moment, something in the wind makes an appearance and carries Ito out of the way, soaring high up into the sky.

["Eek!?"] ["W-what is it now!?"]

Your body is wrapped into anothers and effortlessly holds you from behind and into their chest.

From where Ito is, the lump of energy coming from the monster then starts to fire--

[???] "That was a close one! But.. Not to worry!!"

You heard a bigger voice just above you. Thunder then begins to rain down in a flash--

[Tiger Beast Hero?] "Sharrpp.. Shooteer!!"

[Monster] "Waa..!? Gyaaahhh!!"

Simultaneously in sync with his voice, a dash of thunder comes crashing down on the monster till it comes staggering and then collapsing.

["Just now..!?"] ["That voice, from where did I..!"]

[Tiger Beast Hero?] "All citizens!! Worry not!!! For I, the hero has come!!!!"

"For I! I!! I who wears the lightning title for [S Ranked Hero]!!!"

["A hero at just the nick of time!"] ["You're so loud!"] ["S-so cool…!!"]

His white cloak fluttered as he dashed forward to make his hero entrance and sets you down on the ground.

Ito was dropped from his arms and flashed a smile.

[Tiger Beast Hero?] "Glad that you weren't hurt!! When I saw you in the hands of that monster about to be lighten up, that could've spelled disaster no doubt about it!!!"

["Thank you for saving me!"] ["Um, could you lower the volume of your voice…"] [(Go and embrace him tightly.)]

[Tiger Beast Hero?] "Woah there, must've been tiring. Were you that scared?"

"There, there, be at peace now. If you're ever scared of those monsters, just know that I'll always show up to bring them down!"

Within a short distance from the two of you, two individuals appeared.

[Fat Cameraman?] "Haa- Haa… W-we've managed to catch up."

"Ah, well. The camera was destroyed by the stampede along the way so now we won't be able to broadcast what had happened to those watching… Let's just go buy a tour camera."

[Beast-Eared Company President?] "You're right… We'll discuss it later. Even now we haven't been able to start anything up and we're just running fervently like a bunch of Ryekie's servants."

"Ah, Ryekie. Do you have a camera with you? We've lost ours and couldn't shoot the place where the battle happened. But don't worry about the transformation, the shadows--"

[Justice] "Hahahah!! Alright, alright!!! You guys oughta be careful!!!!"

"Here you go! For now I am Ryekie!! But right now I am [Justice the Zapper]!!! Remember that from now on!!!!"

[Beast-Eared Company President?] "We- We get it, we get it. We'll be careful at our job from now on. No need to yell into my ear like that."

"You are one of the top class hero veterans on earth, after all. So you also need to be careful when transforming.. Honestly."

"-- Now then, Justice. Reinforcements will be on their way so it'll take some time. Could you do that?"

[Justice] "Of course I can!!! Leave it up to me, Uooohh!!!!"

The man disappeared off in a mushroom shaped cloud, detonating like a bomb. Once again, he goes on to face the monster directly.

[Beast-Eared Company President?] "M-my ears… Oh dear, it's been ten years and my ears still hasn't gotten used to all his yelling."

"… You alright there, citizen. Just leave everything to us. Right now you should go find a safe place to hide."

["U-um…"] ["This is our first time meeting now, right���?"] ["Just as I thought, you're the nice one..!"]

[Beast-Eared Company President?] "….? This is our first time meeting each other? What do you mean..?"

["Oh?"] ["But, I'm sure that--"]

[Fat Cameraman?] "-- Kh! President, look out!!"

[Beast-Eared Company President?] "What…!? Damn it, it's the debris!!"

As the company president yells it out, Ito was then embraced at the spur of the moment in order to cover you.

["Eek!?"]

Together with such a huge shock, Ito and the other person over her was rained on with masses of concrete.

[Beast-Eared Company President?] "Gaah..!!"

[Justice] "-- Tch, damn! Hrrggh!!"

[Fat Cameraman?] "Pre..! President!!"

[Beast-Eared Company President?] "Everything's going black…! Are you.. Alright…?"

["S-Sir..!"] ["You…!"]

[Beast-Eared Company President?] "Hahah, so you weren't hurt at all. I'm glad…"

"My head… And my leg got injured. This tends to happen a lot… Kch…!"

"Sorry about that. I don't think I'll be able to move now."

"I should've pushed you aside as soon as possible so that you can go and find a safer place to take refuge in, far away from here at least."

The company president chose to protect you instead as blood keeps dripping from his head little by little.

[Beast-Eared Company President?] "I… I am the operator of this hero, [Justice the Zapper]."

"I've already used up all of my energy… In order to protect his disguise, and in my place, there will be another."

"Even if a hero did come… This place will always be in danger. That's why, we need to hurry…"

The company president has declared his last words before losing consciousness-- He then collapsed.

["Sir!!"]

[Fat Cameraman?] "Aah, president…! W-what are we gonna do..!!"

"I need to make sure the citizens are safe no matter what, at this rate-- We need to get a operator as soon as possible!"

Not long after, within the hero's body, a particle of light was beginning to rise up.

[Justice] "-- Damn it! My transformation.. It's beginning to dissolve!!?"

[Monster] "Graaahhh!!"

[Justice] "Guh!?"

[Fat Cameraman?] "A-ah, Ryekie!! Reinforcements..! Is the reinforcements here yet..!?"

"At this rate, Ryekie will also… If we can just find an operator before anything…!!"

["An Operator…"] ["There is one."]

The moment Ito murmured it out, a memory flashed into her.

Somewhere within her.. The words of every person out there gave her the strength to fight.

Ito, with purpose in mind, begins to represent the very duty in itself and for the sake of others…

[Mysterious Man] "Master has been bestowed a rather wonderful ability. That is something in regards to one's personal experience for others--"

"That is to transfer your consciousness ahead for a short while in order to make plans.."

"Hence the title, Observer. I wonder.. Was the ability to simulate a experience somewhat enjoyable for you?"

["In that case…"] ["That wasn't a dream."]

["At that time I was able to do it."] ["That hero."] ["Can I save him…?"]

[Phone Notification] "-- Automated Update Complete. Starting Operation Operator."

["What!?"] ["My phone!"]

[Phone Notification] "Scanning The Universe for A Potential Link. Hero: Justice the Zapper."

"-- Shall I Connect You To The Link? The Operation Will Then Start. Tap [OK] To Continue."

With the sudden boot up of an application, a string beings to display through the screen--

Ito may still not remember most of it, but--

["I may not know everything…"] ["I'll gladly use it."] ["I had a feeling it'll come to this--"]

Putting down the now collapsed company president aside, you stand up and faced the hero.

Then--

["… Fight on!"] ["I'll help you!"]

Facing the screen, you tapped the [OK] symbol.

In that moment, a circular flash of light begins to bundle over him--

[Justice] "Wha..!? A link-- I've been linked to!?"

[Monster] "Graah..!?"

Justice the Zapper's body broke out of the light that was surrounding him, from his arms-- and then restoring back everything to what it once was.

[Fat Cameraman?] "H-how..!? Don't tell me you're.. You're an operator!?"

"---! Um! You over there! Could reconsider in helping our office out…"

"I'm begging you, you're the only hero operator that has yet to come, it wouldn't matter either way!"

"I'll even help you in the battle-- Could you consider it!?"

["H-help you..!?"] ["But--"]

[Justice] "Wahahahah!! COM-PLE-TE RE-CO-VE-RY!!!"

"Even my body has regained it's vigor!! Let's do it, let's do it!!! I'm going to do it!!!!"

["-- I get it already!"] ["During the times when you were moving.."] ["You should be able to do it successfully this time."]

[Fat Cameraman?] "Wow..! Thank you so much!!"

"Then, let's go and it right away… I look forward to working with you!"

"Let's resume battle! Live streaming-- Start!"

[Justice] "Graaaahhh!!! Let's show what we're capable off!!!!"

[Monster] "Kyaaahhh!!!"

[Battle Commences]

[Justice] "Alright! Now, for the finishing move!"

"LARGE PRIMEE!! OUTPUUTT!!"

"Roaring god of thunder, GIGAHOT!! BREAKER!!"

The thunder god let out intense thunders at the monster-- Landing squarely at the center.

[Monster] "Kyaaaahh!! Kie- Ahh…!!"

The monster's entire was then engulfed by a pillar of light, melting into it tills it's eventual disappearance for good. And so--

[Justice] "JUSTICE!!!! HAS BEEN SERVED!!!!!"

Justice the Zapper decided to celebrate by proclaiming his win during that moment as any trace of it has vanished into thin air.

With the monster nowhere to be seen, no one has noticed yet the large person collapsing over.

Almost like the person came out the monster's insides, resembling the interior of the creatures body that was dispelled.

[Citizen] "H-huh…? I was sure that I was eaten up by that monster…"

"I- I was sure.. I wonder…?"

Many onlookers were watching the scene, and all once, they all cheered in unison.

[Citizen] "Hooray! You- You did it!!"

"Just as what you'd expect from Justice the Zapper!! He really is a S-Rank hero!!"

["We- We did it…!"] ["We've defeated it!"]

A storm of loud cheers drowned Justice the Zapper at the center of it, and slowly, he approaches--

To where Ito was and carried the fallen company president in his arms.

[Justice] "It's all thanks to you!! You really are a blessing!!!"

His loud voice comes to give it's thanks and while winking back at you.

["No, I didn't really…"] ["I'm just glad it's over."] ["You're so cool as always!"]

[Fat Cameraman?] "Thank you so much! Finally, thank you for your hard work!"

"It's all thanks to you for cooperating with us that we were able to safely exterminate the monster, it wouldn't have been possible without you!"

[Mokdai] "Ah, I forgot to introduce myself.. My name's Mokdai. I am on hero duty, from the parallel flight company."

"Um-- What you did just now, please teach me your ways! I thank you for letting you do this today!"

"Let's see, your name is… Hm, what? What's with that strange look on your face…?"

[Justice] "Come on, it's time to go back! We need to get Huckle to a hospital otherwise we won't reach it in time!!"

"Oops, that's right. You there-- If it's alright with you, could you give us your name?"

[I'm Ito.]

[Justice] "Ito, is it! Right, thank you!! I'll remember that!!!"

"I hope we get to meet again someday! I have a certain feeling that we will though!! Farewell!!!"

Justice smiles and his loud voice bids those at the very end.

Mokdai however, gives his one last thank you before disappearing also.

["Justice and Mokdai…"] ["Huckle's the company president…"] ["I know I've met them before."]

Ito during it was able to use her abilities.

The hero was able to crush that monster by leading him the way.

However, the question in regards to your confusing situation in encountering these heroes seems different--

It apparent from how Ito first met them, their reactions were different.

["It's proving to be very confusing."] ["I wonder how's my body doing…?"]

Ito tries to wrack her head in regards to it-- And from the background, a voice becomes visible.

[Boss] "… N- No way. Ito.. You…"

The boss of your company was around that place. Upon seeing something so devastating-- His voice quivers out a question.

[Boss] "Y-you.. You're an observer, aren't you?"

[i-write-boop-spoops]

Boopy's dumb thoughts on a school staff! AU

Zoinks Scoob! Boopy’s back on her BS again

Idk why I suddenly got this idea, I haven’t been in secondary/high school in years, but anyways, I’m doing it anyways. I’m kinda basing this off the subject topics I had when I was in school, so this is probably different from yall’s experience.

Steven Stone

*inhales* GEOGRAPHY TEACHER

Steven loves both rocks and travelling so he was born for this

He does NOT need this job, he’s still a Devon baby, but he does it anyways

His classroom is decorated in rocks and pictures from his travels around the world

Ofc he has samples of each type of rock to let his students touch during

And he also spends way too much time on rock section of the course

Annual trips to the Mossdeep space centre to learn more about the atmosphere and space

His handwriting is very pretty and his notes are concise but colourful

Corrects tests in gel pens

Since a big theme of the Hoenn games is nature vs urbanization, he is particularly knowledgable on those topics

Pays for his students to go on epic trips abroad to study geology

But also have fun!

Guzma

Ok, here me out

He’d make a great guidance counsellor

He wants to help young people learn to look after themselves

I like to imagine a few years after team skull disbands, he goes to college and gets qualified for this role

Particularly good with kids from rough homes or who don’t want to go to college

His office is super chill, with bean bags and lava lamps and a mini-fridge with juice boxes

Has a habit of sneaking candy to students

Sometimes when kids get overwhelmed he just lets them chill there while he does his work

Has been reprimanded for being (rightfully) harsh with parents and bullies

Sycamore

B I O LO G Y

Both the human and Pokemon kind, though I’d imagine they’d be separated into different subjects

The experiments are super fun, but occasionally things go wrong

Like that time he singed his hair on a Bunsen burner while trying to help a student

Secretly pairs up students with their crushes

Brings in Pokemon related to the type/egg group they’re currently going over, but usually only the small, weaker ones

His Garchomp does show up time to time, mainly because he’s a good boy :)

The students go WILD when it’s time to cover reproduction

But he’s able to calm them down a bit

Advocated for the school to be one of the first to adopt mega-evolution as part of the coursework

Students made him a custom “World’s best teacher” labcoat, that he wears with pride

Late to class more often than he’d like to admit

Often forgets to give out homework, and to check if it’s done

Loves his students so much that he drops hints during tests

Ecology field trips that end in everyone mucky but with fresh hot gallettes

Leon

P. E. (Gym) teacher

Ever since he was employed, a lot more students have started to attend gym

I wonder if it has anything to do with his smile and muscles?

Genuinely though, he is super fun, caring and understanding, so he makes it easier to enjoy

No matter what sport they’re doing, he’s always giving it 100%

Tries to diversify the activities so there’s something for everyone

Like one day it might be soccer, the next could be yoga, the next skipping/jump-rope

The BEST cheerleader, he’s so effortlessly motivating, it’s infectious

While he doesn’t mind competitiveness, yall know he will put his foot DOWN when people start going to far

Gives out berries as snacks, occasionally gummies around holidays

Usually lets friends pair/team up for group activities, even if he knows they’ll slack off a bit

Makes sure to compliment students on not only skill, but improvement

If an injury occurs, he’s by the student in 0.1 seconds

Gives them snom shaped ice-packs and a charmander plush after assessing the damage

N

Do I have to say it?

He’s obviously the maths teacher

Man can just look at an equation and have the answer almost instantaneously

At first he’s more quiet, and a bit strict

But as he gets to know his students he loosens up a bit

Has a different Pokemon companion basically every day

When he gets to the area and volume part of the course, he brings in various Pokemon that are mostly simple shapes and gets his calls to calculate their size and volume

Pokemon such as voltorb and charjabug

Secretly marks his students a little higher if he sees them being genuinely kind to the Pokemon

Super soft spot for students from rough homes, stays back to help them out with homework

Really good at breaking down equations and formulas

Has a weekly competition based on a maths puzzle or riddle and the first student to get it right/as close to the right answer, gets a little prize like a keyring

[whatifyoulivelikethat]

orbit, m | jjk

pairing(s): jungkook x reader

summary: Ah, university. A time to get drunk, get laid, and (maybe) get an education. And Jeon Jungkook could do all those things. It was great. Until the moment he encounters an inescapable gravity, the kind of gravity that had already trapped all six of his friends... but left him out in orbit, circling alone.

warnings: rated M (18+) for language, (too much) alcohol consumption, slow burn; smut (fem reader, dry humping, m-receiving oral, striptease, cock-warming, penetrative sex); non-idol!AU - university!AU; a LOT of buildup; longhaired!Jungkook likes getting his hair pulled a little too much; Jungkook’s POV Technically BTS x reader, but we’re focusing on JK. :)

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“Hey, you’re Jeon Jungkook, aren’t you?”

“Uh… yeah. That’s me.”

The slim, pretty hand slid into her backpack and she held out an iPhone to him.

“You’re friends with Kim Taehyung, right?” Her voice seemed a little hoarse. She was wearing a dark gray t-shirt with a leather jacket over it. “He left his cell at my place.”

Jungkook took it from her, frowning. “Ah, he’s not usually that forgetful.”

She waved a hand. “It’s fine. I wanted someone trustworthy to give it back to him.”

That was their first conversation.

-

When Jeon Jungkook entered university, he knew it was going to be different from high school. Bigger classes, more work, and completely monotone teachers as he struggled to stay awake during mandatory studies like Physics. What adult in real life uses physics anyway (besides physicists, of course)? At least he went to the same university all his friends went to, either as undergrads or as graduate students. Being with his friends was awesome.

Being smashed with his friends was even better.

The first time he saw her, she was standing in the corner of the party. It was at someone’s house with way too many people in it and everyone only vaguely knew the host. He was celebrating the first complete week of university by getting absolutely plastered (as one does). He noticed her right away because she was wearing a thick black choker with a silver ring on it and an oversized band tee. She wore a gray flannel over it like a jacket. Chunky combat boots, very different from the other girls in their high heels. The sharpest black eyeliner he had ever seen, paired with a red-stained lip.

She was also taking shots.

Surrounded by guys, in some sort of contest. She was throwing them back and two guys were beside her at a table, absolutely fucked. Heads on the table, unable to touch their shots, looking green. She clinked her glass down triumphantly and slammed her hand on the table, curling the other towards her.

Jungkook watched as money was slapped on the table.

She grinned and gathered it towards her, pocketing it in her flannel’s chest pocket.

“Nice try, boys.”

Jungkook looked away, quite impressed. Then Park Jimin fell over at something Kim Taehyung said and Jungkook had to catch the smaller man. He was laughing way too hard that something only mildly funny, but everyone was laughing because they were losing it. The night went on. Someone had retrieved a beach ball from the backyard and was throwing it around the party, making a fucking mess. The beach ball bounced off of Min Yoongi’s red face. He looked incredibly disgruntled and Jung Hoseok lost it, rubbing Yoongi’s nose soothingly even though he wasn’t hurt. Kim Seokjin threw it back into the chaos by headbutting it.

And Kim Namjoon was nowhere to be found.

Jungkook frowned. Also, he needed to pee. He yelled around for the bathroom and someone pointed in some random direction. Jungkook followed it, his bladder ready to explode. Eh, if worse came to worse he could just find a random bush in the backyard or something. He opened random doors, but they either had more people or people in various stages of fucking. Then he saw the open bathroom door down the hallway and two people two feet away from the doorframe.

The two people being Kim Namjoon and the young woman he saw earlier.

Namjoon had his fingers curled around the silver ring on the choker, pulling down as he pressed her against the wall, making out with her exposed shoulder. His beige sweatshirt already had a red kiss print on the collar, paired with a purple hickey. Her palms were pressed flat, snickering as Namjoon rolled his hips into her ass.

Jungkook turned around and decided to find a fucking bush.

-

The second time he saw her, she was wearing an oversized beige sweatshirt, no pants, scratching the back of her head. Black ankle boots with black thigh-high stockings. He was at the dining hall, waiting in line. She sat at the of the tables, across Jung Hoseok. Even though it was the middle of the day, she still wore sharp black eyeliner and a dark red lip stain. She was nodding, one of her hands playing with Hoseok’s pastel tracksuit sleeve. Hoseok was blushing, looking a little sheepish. She just shook her head and said something. Hoseok’s cheeks grew redder and she leaned over.

And kissed him.

Jungkook blinked. The cashier snapped her fingers to get his attention.

“Oh! Sorry,” he apologized quickly.

When he looked back, the table as empty.

-

The third time he saw her, he was at the club. He was knee-deep in an argument with Kim Taehyung about how building Iceborn Gauntlet was a lot more useful on Ezreal than Triforce because it allowed you to get off more autoattacks with the slows and helped you survive with the extra armor. Plus, the twenty-percent cooldown! Taehyung was rolling his eyes and telling him building damage was much better.

“Then build Infinity Edge if all you care about is damage!” Jungkook roared.

Park Jimin’s eyes were glazing over. “Guys, can we stop talking about League of Legends? I have no idea what you’re saying anymore…”

She caught his eye because she was wearing a pastel track jacket with a black t-shirt dress under it. And because she was pressed against Kim Seokjin in a booth, making his ears red as he spoke to her. The same sharp winged liner and a wine-red lipstick. She hooked a bare leg over Seokjin’s jeans. The older man jumped, but didn’t push it away. The silver tipped toe of her black boots rubbed against his other leg as she smiled. Her hand was on his navy t-shirt, tracing the embroidered white flowers. She placed her lips against Seokjin’s ear and whispered something. Seokjin’s plump lips opened into a small ‘o’. Her pink tongue slid out from between her lips and she licked his earlobe. Seokjin turned his head sharply to face her.

And she kissed him.

“Hah, here, got you a beer.”

Taehyung clinked the beer bottle down, still pouting. “I still think you’re wrong, but for Jimin’s sake I’ll shut up about it.”

Jimin whined. “Thank God, because I was starting to fucking lose it.”

When Jungkook remembered to look back at the booth, Seokjin and her were no longer there.

-

The fourth time he saw her, Jungkook was pissed.

He had gone to bathroom and came back to no friends. The fuck? Park Jimin and Kim Taehyung had just fucking disappeared. Like, yes, Jungkook had to throw up to prevent himself from getting alcohol poisoning and had taken longer than he anticipated, but still. What month of university was this? Whatever, not late enough to get fucking abandoned. He could understand if one of them was trying to get laid, but they were not drunk enough to forget he existed without so much as a text.

Earlier, Jungkook had been dared to shotgun way too many beers in a row compared to the amount of money he won. He still won though, so that was lit.

Anyway!

He had to throw up because it was disgusting. And now he felt much better, except for the fact that his friends were fucking gone. Dumbasses.

This party house was much bigger, much louder, and much rowdier. Whoever owned this house was loaded and they had tons of alcohol. Jungkook even swore he had seen drugs, but his friends told him to be careful and not fuck around. Getting expelled wasn’t on Jungkook’s list of things to do anyway, so he didn’t even bother to look.

Instead, he went on a familiar routine of opening random ass doors to random ass people, either way too drunk to notice him or way too occupied with fucking to care about his existence. Whatever. Where the fuck were those two loons?

And then he opened the door Jimin and Taehyung were behind.

They didn’t see him. Jimin’s head was tipped back against the headboard of the king-sized bed, hands clasping the hair of a woman Jungkook was beginning to see way too often. She was wearing a navy t-shirt, and her head was between Jimin’s legs, her hands clutching his pink dress shirt and Taehyung railed her from behind, eyes closed, white t-shirt drenched with sweat. The rough movements made her shirt flutter. Jungkook spied the white, embroidered flowers amongst the navy folds.

Jungkook closed the door and decided it was time to go home. Fuck those guys.

Not literally.

Well, it was happening right now. Technically.

Jungkook sighed and marched back downstairs, trying to figure out how he was going to scrub his eyeballs to erase the image from his mind forever.

-

Jungkook liked to hang out at Min Yoongi’s apartment. Yoongi didn’t live in the dorms because he was older and a grad student. Jungkook often went there to study because Yoongi practiced piano and guitar all the time. It was nice to study to some background music. Yoongi usually didn’t care if he was there or not. He had opened the door in a dark gray t-shirt with a skull graphic, yawning. The shorter man looked even shorter in his baggy black sweatpants.

“Oh, it’s you,” Yoongi mumbled. “Come in.”

Jungkook made himself at home, taking out his papers and textbooks on Yoongi’s coffee table. Yoongi busied himself around the apartment, making himself a coffee before going back to his bedroom which was also a makeshift studio. Soon, Jungkook began to hear synth beats, samples, and Yoongi’s pensive noises he made when he was thinking. This was fine too. Yoongi also often mixed music or was in the middle of making his own. Jungkook missed the piano, but rapper Yoongi was just as cool as piano Yoongi.

Jungkook stayed there for a while. Yoongi bought him lamb skewers for dinner. Sweet.

Maybe he shouldn’t party so much. This was nice too.

-

And now, a week later, Jungkook was staring at the same dark grey t-shirt he had seen that night at Yoongi’s. He was sure it was the same one, because he could see the skull graphic on the center of the shirt underneath her leather jacket. He tilted his head and frowned. She nodded and turned around, walking away from him. She didn’t say anything more.

Jungkook stared at Taehyung’s iPhone and then at her retreating back.

The fuck?

-

So, he waited.

Clearly, she knew who he was, because she had said his full name when they talked. Jungkook was going to ask Taehyung when he returned the phone, but Taehyung had just shrugged.

“Just hanging out. Don’t worry about it.”

Yet it was the end of the semester and…

Nothing.

The next semester started and still.

Nothing.

Jungkook saw her all right, wearing a pink dress shirt over a white t-shirt as she walked to the library, black backpack slung over her shoulder. Not just there, but fucking everywhere, at all the parties, all the clubs, in the hallways, and on his way to class. Wearing the clothes of his friends like they were badges of her conquests. They had to be, otherwise why the fuck would she have them? And none of his friends said anything. Nothing! Obviously, every single one of them had hooked up with this woman and every single one of them acted like they hadn’t. Even Min Yoongi, who was too lazy to even go to most of the parties or outings. How she had managed to bang him was beyond Jungkook.

And the fact that she didn’t even try to hook up with him was beginning to infuriate him.

He knew he wasn’t ugly. Jungkook received enough compliments to assure himself of that (plus his mom always reminded him, thanks Mom). He had drunken sex just like everyone else. It wasn’t like he didn’t make himself available. He was in her vicinity. In her orbit. Always on the periphery.

And she did nothing to acknowledge his existence.

Why?

Jungkook didn’t get it. And he didn’t like it either.

-

“Newton’s law of orbital motion.”

Jungkook’s eyes were glazing over. His professor’s voice was the equivalence of white noise. Why was Physics split over two semesters? Ugh. Whatever. That wasn’t the problem right now.

The problem was, he was going to get laid by this mysterious woman and he was going to do it at this weekend’s party.

Yeah, well, that was as far as Jungkook got with that. How was he supposed to start the conversation? Yo, you fucked all my friends, what gives? What about me? He could try to pick her up normally, but his ability of picking up women was talking to the ones he knew were interested in him first. And she was evidently not that, because he was just a damn asteroid floating mindlessly in her space. Probably not even an asteroid. Just a fleck of space dust.

He groaned and slumped down on his notebook, copying the stupid equation with a grumble.

-

Yoongi had a hickey and Jungkook knew who it came from because she was wearing the same black-and-white long-sleeved shirt Yoongi was wearing yesterday. Yoongi yawned and shrugged his jacket over it, but Jungkook saw it immediately.

What the fuck?

Jungkook fumed into his beer, the plastic cup shaking. How? Why?

And Yoongi again?

She was in the kitchen, chatting with a guy, stretching her arms he placed a mojito in front of her. The action made her shirt ride up and the short, short black shorts became visible. The hem sunk into her soft thighs, just a tad too small. It made Jungkook’s mouth water.

She thanked him before wandering back into the crowd, holding her cup. Ponytail bouncing, high-fiving some guys. Yoongi was on his phone, texting. Hoseok and Jimin couldn’t make it because of dance practice and Namjoon was working on some sort of seminar paper. Taehyung and Seokjin had dragged Yoongi out – “Eh, I have to watch out for you idiots anyway,” was Yoongi’s grumble as he picked up his car keys – and Jungkook tagged along because he was bored. Taehyung and Seokjin were playing was very drunk Twister for some reason and Yoongi had declined – “You’re all idiots” – leaving him with Jungkook. Which was fine, because Yoongi had a comfortable energy about him. Jungkook liked being in silence with him. Yoongi wasn’t drinking because he was driving.

So Jungkook was spacing out, watching her move amongst the crowd. Her free hand absentmindedly flicked up the back of her long shirt – well, Yoongi’s shirt technically – and pulled out her phone. The curve of her ass was clearly visible against the white parts of the shirt. She looked at it and typed something, hands tucked into the sleeves.

Yoongi’s phone buzzed next to him.

Jungkook’s mouth thinned into a line. He snuck a glance at Yoongi who, completely expressionless, responded. She was peering at her cell again and smirking.

Was it possible to pop a vein just by standing there?

Jungkook finished his beer.

“I’ll be right back.”

Jungkook didn’t see Yoongi raising as eyebrow as he stalked off.

Was he overthinking this? Was it a conspiracy? His brow furrowed as he moved closer to her. She turned her head in his direction and her eyes widened.

And she bolted.

WHAT THE FUCK?

Jungkook ran after her, pushing through the crowd, but she was much faster and knew where she was going. Twenty seconds in and he had lost sight of her. He stood in the center of the packed patio, confused as shit. When he got back to Yoongi, Yoongi was listening to something with his headphones.

“Something happen?” Yoongi asked absentmindedly.

“Who’s the girl you fucked last night?”

Yoongi paused. He removed a headphone from his ear. He tucked his tongue in his cheek and looked up at Jungkook, who was putting on his best annoyed face. Yoongi’s eyes shifted from the crowd and then back to Jungkook. He shrugged.

“Does it matter?”

“Why is there a woman wearing your shirt?”

Yoongi frowned. “A shirt’s a shirt. Is it that weird for a girl to own a shirt I also bought from a store?”

Jungkook made a face. He narrowed his eyes as Yoongi gave him a confused look.

“She just ran from me…”

Yoongi shrugged again. “I mean, you look really angry. I’d run from you too if I was a stranger.” He went back to his phone, scratching his cheek with his free hand. “Maybe she thought you were someone else.”

Was he going crazy?

-

The, uh, fifty-seventh? Who cared, Jungkook had lost count now. Once again, he spied her from across the sidewalk, in the crowd of students, holding three folders stuffed full with papers and balancing a coffee and her black backpack. Red crop top with a leather jacket and tight black jeans. At least it didn’t look like she had stolen anyone’s clothes this time… unless that jacket was from someone… Or even the crop top, because it wasn’t like Jungkook knew what her sexuality was to be honest.

Anyway!

Jungkook stopped walking. Their paths were going to cross if she continued walking. She took a sip from her coffee, leaving a red lipstick mark. She scowled at something on her folders. A piece of paper. She clicked her tongue, lashes looking downward, the same winged liner as usual. The paper flapped in the wind and she pushed it against her chest, looking perturbed.

Jungkook cleared his throat. “Er, hello.”

She didn’t even look at him. She was chewing her lip, thinking. Jungkook had to stand in front of her for her to realize he was speaking to her.

“Oh.” She snapped out of her thoughts and stopped walking, tilting her head at him. “Um… Jeon Jungkook, right?”

He rubbed the back of his head. “Er, yes. That’s me.”

She nodded. “Kim Taehyung’s friend, right?”

And Park Jimin, Jung Hoseok, Kim Namjoon, Min Yoongi, and Kim Seokjin’s friend, he thought with annoyance.

She blinked at him.

“What do you want?”

To FUCK because obviously you fucked everyone else!

Jungkook didn’t say that. His id definitely wanted to say that, but his superego told him to shut the fuck up. So that left Jungkook scrambling to think of an answer.

“Ah… I just so happened to see you last weekend. At that big party in the white house.”

She blinked and nodded. “Uh… huh.”

She did not seem to remember that she ran from him. Okay, fine. Take two.

“The shirt you were wearing… it’s Yoongi-hyung’s, isn’t it? He asked if I could get it back,” Jungkook lied.

She frowned. “Min Yoongi? You know him too?”

“Yeah. He’s my close friend.”

Her eyebrows raised. “Huh. Alright, I’ll talk to him about it the next time I see him.”

Or fuck him, he thought bitterly. “You could just give it to me.”

She chuckled. “For one, I don’t have it with me. And, for two,” she continued, small smirk on her lips. “I’m not giving it back. Thus, Yoongi and I need to have a little discussion about that.” There was a dangerous glint in her eye. “But it’s sweet of you to try anyway. Gotta get to class now, so see you, Jeon Jungkook.”

She brushed past him.

Is it that weird for a girl to own a shirt I also bought from a store?

Jungkook narrowed his eyes. He spun around. She was already ten feet away. Students milled about, hurrying, hurrying. He didn’t have any classes after this.

He followed her.

-

He sat outside the lecture hall. It was an upper-level psychology class. He could see her from the small window in the door and fiddled with his phone. There were less than thirty students and everyone was listening intently to the animated professor. She was focused, writing notes and answering questions when asked. She looked… normal. Just a normal student with normal priorities. She didn’t look like someone who could take shots like a champ and fuck literally every single one of his friends.

Maybe Jungkook was the crazy one.

He frowned, staring at his phone. Why would Yoongi lie to him? Well, it wasn’t like he was obligated to tell Jungkook anything about his sex life. In fact, he was probably thrown off by Jungkook asking him straight out, because who the fuck does that? To top it all off, she didn’t actually have to fuck him if she didn’t want to. If for some reason she wasn’t attracted to him (possible, Jungkook thought), then why was he trying? That was just rude.

Jungkook spun his phone around in his hands. Then he got up and grabbed his bag. His eyes flickered to the door.

She was staring straight at him, one hand under her chin, smirk on her plump lips.

And she winked.

Jungkook froze. What? That was literally the only attention she had initiated with him during all his time at university. The class seemed to be on break, with students talking amongst themselves and the teacher sipping his coffee at his desk. She cocked her chin at him and then raised her phone, tapping the screen. He looked down at his, not even realizing he had a new message.

From Min Yoongi-hyung.

Why are you lying and involving me?

Jungkook jerked his head up, but she was facing the other way now.

He ran.

-

“Kind of weird that you don’t want to come to the party, but, okay, man,” Taehyung was saying. “You gotta do what you gotta do.”

Yeah, because if she was there, Jungkook could not look her in the face. He also couldn’t look Yoongi in the face either. Not that Yoongi ever brought it up again or even sent another text after that. Jungkook hadn’t even responded to it. He ran a hand through his long hair, staring in the mirror as Taehyung chatted with him.

“Alright, I’m off. Let me know if you decide to show up.”

Jungkook sat in his dorm, shirtless. He didn’t have a roommate – he had one of the few single rooms to himself. He didn’t really want a roommate and none of his friends lived on campus anyway. He liked his own space. Plus, it made fucking someone a lot less awkward if he was living alone. He fell back against the bed. He didn’t actually have a paper to write. He had written it earlier and it was good enough. He just…

Didn’t want to make a fucking fool of himself again.

Jungkook rubbed his forehead. This whole situation wasn’t even a situation. It was him in his head dreaming up stupid shit. It didn’t actually matter. It was only filling his head with confusing thoughts and indecision.

But still… why?

He placed his right forearm over his eyes. The black script tattoo was healing and he was planning to add more soon. He sighed, thinking. He worked out. Had a (more than) decent face. Got pretty good grades (for someone who didn’t try very hard). So, why? Did she really not consider it, not even once? They were around the same people, the same crowd, and never? Not even in a drunken stupor? Jungkook clicked his tongue. Did she have a type? It didn’t seem like it; everyone in his friend group was very different, looks-wise and personality-wise. She was attractive, of course. You couldn’t sleep with that many people and not be hot. Juicy thighs, perky ass, nice shape to her tits. A playful face with a smile that made you fall in love. Dimples on both cheeks when she laughed really hard. Ugh. So cute. Lovely-shaped lips that reminded Jungkook of Jimin’s.

Okay, that last thought was a little weird.

Anyway!

Jungkook sighed again. He sat up, intending to get on his computer and play something. Maybe Overwatch or League. He looked down at his gray sweatpants. Oh.

Well, maybe he should jack off first.

Before he could decide however, there was a knock on the door. The RA? He got up, shaking his sweatpants. Hopefully the bagginess would mask it. Plus, talking with the RA wasn’t sexy, so he was pretty sure his dick would pass out by then anyway.

Jungkook opened the door.

She smirked at him.

Jungkook closed the door.

She shoved her black boot in the opening, preventing him.

“No, you don’t, Jeon Jungkook.”

He backed up, shell-shocked. She pushed the door open and walked into his room. Hair over her shoulders, the same winged eyeliner and red lip stain. The black collar with the silver ring, the same one she had worn the first time he saw her. Pink dress shirt, the one she grabbed as Jimin face-fucked her. White t-shirt underneath, the one Taehyung had worn as he fucked her from behind. Both too big for her, so she wore no pants. Just thigh-high white socks and her thick-soled black boots with the silver tips, the ones she wore when she sat in the booth with Seokjin.

In short, Jungkook’s dick snapped to attention like a scared newbie army recruit.

She tucked her tongue in her cheek and raised her eyebrows at him. Jungkook seemed to come back to reality and slapped his arms across his chest. He was shirtless, after all.

“H-how did you figure out what dorm I was in?” he sputtered. “And w-what room?”

She tilted her head. “Friend of a friend, of a friend, of a friend, of a friend… of a friend,” she said slowly, tongue poking out a little from between her lips when she paused. “I know some people.”

Jungkook blinked rapidly. “W-well, why are you here?”

She kicked his door casually behind her. It slammed shut, making him jump.

“Because,” she drawled, holding up her hand, lowering a finger as she made each point. “One, you decided to speak to me, only to lie to my face. Two.” Another finger went down. “You stalked me outside my Psychology of Anger class. Three.” Down it went. “When you realized you got found out, you ran away. Four.” Down. “Every time you see me walking around campus, I see you throwing yourself in the opposite direction as if you’re being attacked. Yeah, I notice, because you’re not subtle about it,” she added, chuckling. Jungkook felt his ears turn red. “And finally, five.” Her hand was a fist now. “Before that, you gawked at me every time I happened to be within eyesight of you. With your big round eyes, almost as if you were spacing out. Sometimes with your mouth open.” She twisted her lips to one side for half a second. “Kind of disorienting, really.”

Jungkook thought back to all those moments. Her eyes on him when he saw Namjoon press her against the wall. Her eyes flickering towards him when she was at the table with Hoseok. The shift when she was kissing Seokjin at the booth. Oh, God. The half-second before he closed the door, her eye on him as she sucked Jimin off. The light on her face as she was reading Yoongi’s text on her phone, her pupils on him. She knew. She knew, she knew, she fucking knew.

Jungkook’s lips parted. “Then why… why did you run?”

She raised her eyebrow. Then she nodded her head slowly, finally understanding. “Ah. Yes, that time at the party. I thought you were some kind of weird stalker, honestly. I really don’t have time to spend on creeps.”

A shameful shiver slid down his back. She thought he was a creep. Of course, she did, because literally everything he witnessed was sexual in nature and he was fucking ogling the entire time, holy fuck.

She cleared her throat. “Anyway, the rest of the guys straightened me out.”

Rest of the guys? What? THEY ALL KNEW TOO?

“You just want to fuck.”

God, Jungkook thought. If there is a God, please just open the Earth and throw me in Hell right now.

“I-I don’t–what–that’s preposterous–how would you even know–”

Jungkook was tripping over every word as she stood there, tapping her foot against the ground. He lost track of his thought and made a strange noise of defeat. Her lips curved into a slow smile.

“Well, technically, I didn’t know,” she said slowly. “I guessed and it looks like I guessed right.”

Oh.

Oh shit.

Oh holyfuckingshitcrap.

If Taehyung or Jimin were witnessing this right now, they would have face-palmed.

She licked her lips. It made Jungkook’s stomach flutter uncomfortably.

“Anyway, I figured it would be better for you to be alone when I told you this.” She shrugged. One shoulder of the pink dress shirt fluttered down, revealing a shoulder. “It seemed like it might have been embarrassing for you, and judging by your beet-red face and tomato ears, I am correct.”

Jungkook slapped his hands on his cheeks. “W-what, of course not, hahaha…”

“You got a tent in your pants, kid.”

He looked down and tore his hands from his face to place them over his crotch. “Erm.”

She chuckled and shrugged again. “Well, since that’s the case, I’ll leave you be then. Just didn’t want things to be weird between us, that’s all. And found out you aren’t a creep. Only a shy, awkward boy.”

Then she turned around and reached for the door handle.

Jungkook crossed the space between them within two steps and slammed a hand on the door, preventing her from opening it.

“Wait.”

He was staring at the back of her head. Her hair had a warm, herbal scent. He could see the slope of the pink dress shirt, outlining her shoulder blades under the thin white t-shirt. He was so close that he could even spy he straps of her pink bra underneath the white fabric. Looked even further and he spotted the point that the dress shirt stuck out a bit from the curve of her ass.

“I’m not… a boy,” he said slowly. His voice came out lower than he thought.

He heard her make a light scoff.

“You expect answers without asking the questions,” she replied, still not turning around. “Not everything will be handed to you just because you’re cute.”

Pause.

“Boy.”

Jungkook knew how she managed to sleep with all of them now. She pressed every single one of his buttons, perfectly, within a single conversation. He placed his other hand on the door, fingers spread out. Took a step forward and pressed his body against hers, relishing in the softness. One of his hands slid down and snaked between the space of the door and her face, cupping her chin. He pushed it up so her eyes met his. Her teasing, perfect eyes.

“Wanna fuck, then?” he breathed against her forehead.

Her lips curved into a slow, foxlike smile. For a half-second, Jungkook thought she would say no.

“Now we’re talking.”

Jungkook had experience. He knew what women liked. But he did not know what this woman liked, because this woman was the embodiment of a fucking enigma. And at this point he was quite sure she had him mostly figured out. For instance, she pressed back against him, ass perched right on his cock, making him gasp. Her hand came up and she slid his fingers up her chin, opening her mouth slowly. He stared, transfixed. Her pink tongue slid out and she pushed two of his fingers in her mouth, wrapping her warm, wet tongue around them.

Sucking on them. Slipping her tongue around his fingers, single eyebrow lifted as she drenched them with saliva, so wet that his cock twitched at the thought of being in that hole. She placed her lips around them and used her tongue to push them to the roof of her mouth, sinking down to his knuckles.

Jungkook really couldn’t breathe, watching his dirty display of power.

Her hand was still wrapped around his. Slowly, she pulled his fingers out of her mouth, strings of saliva snapping as his fingers trailed out with a small pop. Jungkook shivered. The pink dress shirt was sliding down her arms, onto the floor.

She straightened her head and turned around slowly. She kicked the shirt aside, looking up at him through his lashes. His heart was beating so fast that he thought it was going to beat out of his chest.

“Why… why do you take their clothes?” Jungkook whispered.

She grinned. She looked down at his bare chest. Reached out, fingertips dancing in the air. Her nails slowly made their way up the ladder of his abs, eyes finding his once again.

“I like to remember who did a good job fucking me,” she replied steadily, so calm and cool that it was ruining him, driving him insane. “Let’s see if you’re so lucky.”

She flattened her palm against his toned pecs and let it slide up. Jungkook couldn’t look away from her face. She snaked her arm around his neck, fingers tangling in his long hair. She pulled his head back roughly.

He whimpered.

Help.

She got on her tiptoes; lips so close. Her other arm came around his waist. She rolled her hips into his. Delicious, sweet friction. Held him there as she dry-humped him, agonizingly slowly, breathing against his shaking lips. The only thing holding him up was his one hand against the door.

“You like that, little one?”

Jungkook wasn’t little. She was saying it to provoke him and it was working even though he didn’t want it to. He tried not to gasp or make any indication that he was enjoying it, but his hips were already moving, pushing back, frantic for more. Her tongue slithered out and brushed against his lips. He moaned. Had he ever been more desperate for a kiss? More desperate for anything more than just simple dry-humping at his fucking dorm door? Her grip on his hair tightened, pulling a little harder.

“What if I leave you here?” she taunted, digging her nails into his side. “What if I let go and leave you here, needy and lonely, without me to take care of you?”

What was going on? This wasn’t how it was supposed to be. This wasn’t how he was supposed to end up. Why couldn’t he collect himself?

“Please don’t…” he whined. His hand on the door balled into a fist. “Please.”

She kissed him.

Oh, fuck.

Lips so soft, barely any pressure, tongue on his lips. Poking, teasing him. Jungkook moaned, mouth opening and the tip barely thrust in. His whole body shivered as she slid it in and out between his lips. There wasn’t enough. Wasn’t enough pressure, not enough tongue, not enough forcefulness. He whined, jerking his hips into hers, trying to suck her tongue into his mouth, but it slipped away every time. Then her lips pressed fully against his and she mouthed the words on his lips. He knew what she said even before the sound touched his ears.

“Want more, little one?”

Yes. Oh, please, yes.

But he couldn’t say it because his lips were trapped against hers. She softly kissed him, over and over, hardly deep enough or passionate enough for his liking, infuriatingly not adequate and all of it on purpose. She pushed him into the room, away from the door, making him stumble. Jungkook could only break apart for half a second to choke out one word – “shoes” – but she was already removing her arm from his waist, zipping down her boot and kicking it aside, and then the other, pushing his head down to hers the entire time so she could make out with him.

Then, she pushed them apart.

He nearly tripped, forced to take several steps back. He was panting, out of breath as if he had been running for a long time. Jungkook lifted his head to her crafty expression. He could be the dominant one. He knew he could. But she wasn’t letting him. She had him in the palm of her hand, even now, even in this slight second of breath, the single moment of sanity, and then it was gone because she was lifting her shirt, the white t-shirt crumpling and thrown aside, landing on his desk, on his laptop. The pink, polka-dotted bra molded to her sinful breasts, so innocent-looking. They matched the tiny pink polka-dotted panties that pressed into her skin, complimenting her white thigh-high stockings that clamped around the softness.

His brain?

Broken. It was frozen at this image of this hot-as-fuck woman dropping to her knees and crawling on her hands towards him. Each movement a little closer, a lion stalking her prey and he was the frozen antelope, unable to run. She stopped right in front of him, straightening. And then, the smallest detail, spreading her thighs so he could see the faint wet spot between her panties. He could see her cleavage, the curve of her breasts as she trailed her hands up her thighs, her stomach, bending around her breasts, up her neck, tracing the silver ring and black leather of her choker, mouth opening to her wet tongue, a single fingertip touching the end.

“Wanna be in here, little one?” she murmured around her finger, eyes half-lidded.

“Fuck yes.”

If Jungkook could gather his last two brain cells, he would have sounded a whole lot less desperate, but at the moment those two brain cells had abandoned their post, leaving him an absolute mess as she hooked her fingers on the waistband of his sweatpants and underwear and dragged them down, down, exposing his leaking cock out in the open. Fuck, she looked so smug and he couldn’t do anything about it as she leaned in with a soft kitten lick, wiping it away.

“Let me ask you something before I start,” she purred.

Jungkook blinked. “O-okay…”

“Were you upset that I fucked all your friends and never, ever asked you?”

His eyes widened.

She smirked and wrapped her lips around his cock. His brain cells came back from their lunch break to Jungkook screwing his eyes shut and throwing his head back as she bobbed her head up and down his cock, deep, slow, wet. Tongue rubbing all around him, hands gripping his hips. He didn’t know what to do with his hands because he didn’t want to mess with her pace so he curled them into fists, sinking his nails into his palms as he moaned, feeling the head smack the back of her throat, muscles squeezing him hard and tight. Because she had been so soft and teasing less than ten seconds ago, Jungkook was not prepared for this wild intensity. She was literally deep-throating his cock like nobody’s business and he was trying very, very hard not to bust his load within seconds because that would be fucking embarrassing as shit. He forced his eyes open to look down at her, panting.

“S-stop…” he pleaded, but she wasn’t stopping. “P-please, stop, I want to f-fuck you.”

The slightest tick of her eyebrow. She stared up at him. It was too sexy. He chomped down on his tongue, anything to feel something else than the overwhelming pleasure from being in her mouth.

“P-please… want to fuck your p-pussy…”

She slowed, still making eye contact with him. She didn’t completely stop until she was all the way down his cock, saliva dripping out and down his balls. She didn’t get off him. Just watched him, pulsing her throat around his dick. Jungkook got it. She wanted him to beg. Her throat squeezed him extra hard and he whimpered. He bit his lower lip.

Pride? What pride?

“Please…” Oh, God, was that him? That wretched, pitiful whine, so wrecked and barely anything happened. “Please, let me fuck your pussy. Let me inside you. Let me pleasure you.” She blinked slowly. Not enough. “You made me wait so long…” His eyes raked over her sensual body, his skin burning. “You fucked them all and made me wait, made me want you, made me think about you all the time, made me crazy knowing everyone had you, but me.”

What even was this? He had never begged like this in his entire life, but he was ruined and destroyed by this beautiful woman whose red lips were around his cock.

“I want you to use my cock and make you cum, just for me. Want you to watch me when I fuck you, want you to moan for me, want you to say my name with those lips.”

Her eyes sparkled. She drew back, slowly. His cock achingly, deliberately popped out of her tight, wet mouth and he cried out softly, almost regretful that he didn’t ask for her to finish him then. She got off her knees, sliding up his body, his cock hitting her stomach and then her thigh, smearing saliva and pre-cum on her smooth skin. She pursed her lips against his, the tiniest peck, and he could taste himself, a slight hint of his own cum.

“Alright, Jungkook,” she said slowly, reaching into her bra and pulling out a condom. Of course, she had a condom in her bra. “I’ll let you fuck me.”

She smacked the warm foil packet against his chest.

Fuck, the way she said his name. So velvety, so wanton. She moved past him and Jungkook turned around, condom in hand, watching as she faced him, unhooking her pink bra. It peeled off her body and dropped to the floor, tits bouncing. She pressed her hard nipples in between two fingers and tugged, giving him a little gasp and a peek of her pink tongue from between her plump lips. He followed, swallowing hard as she backed up to his bed, hopping up and sliding back. Jungkook made it to the end of his bed and watched as she linked two fingers on the sides of her panties and pushed them down, lifting her legs up and together as she slid them off.

Thus, providing Jungkook with a shockingly clear view of her glistening pussy lips.

She lowered her legs and spread them. Wearing nothing but those white thigh-high socks and the black choker around her neck.

“Holy fuck.”

She smirked. “Come here, little one.”

At this point, he was beginning to enjoy this nickname. Either that or Jungkook was so horny that she could call him anything and he was still going to climb onto the bed, chewing on his lip, hand over hand, breath hitching as he neared, smelling her arousal. His eyes flickered to hers. She tilted her head and nodded. He bent down and licked her slit, long and slow, groaning as her sweet, thick taste coated his tongue. Oh, if only he had more patience to eat her out. Instead, his cock was dripping an embarrassing amount of pre-cum onto his sheets, so he got to his knees, unwrapping the condom and sliding it on, somewhat grateful for it so that he wouldn’t explode within two seconds of being inside her. He positioned himself at her entrance, lifting her legs.

“Hey, Jungkook.”

He shifted his attention to her face. He felt her hand reach down and guide him to the correct angle.

“Look at me when you go in,” she said, smirking.

His eyes widened as he pushed inward, slow, centimeter by centimeter, feeling her warmth cover him and shake him to his core, her eyes boring into his, satisfaction glittering in those orbs as he gasped at her tightness, her wetness, her heat. Breathing so shallow Jungkook felt like he was ready to pass out, thrusting the last of his cock inside her so he was fully buried, his entire length squeezed by her pussy.

She lifted herself up and wrapped her arms around his neck, fingers in his long dark hair. She pulled lightly and he moaned, lips trembling.

“You like that, little one?” she murmured, lips against his cheek, licking him lightly. “You like your hair pulled?” She kissed his chiseled jaw, clenching around his cock.

“Y-yes,” he whimpered. “A l-little…”

Her tongue wrapped around his earlobe, playing with his earrings. He could feel her hard nipples rub against his chest as she pressed her body against him. She pulled again and he moaned into her ear, shuddering as she paired the pain with the pulse of her pussy.

“I like the sounds you make,” she whispered. “Let me mark you, little one.”

He swallowed, still unable to move because he was in her gravity now, lost in her smokey voice.

“Yes, please…”

She kissed down his ear softly, lips against the pulse point under his ear. She bit his skin, sucking hard, rolling her hips onto his cock. His eyelids fluttered as she bit him, hard and unforgiving. Sharp, wet sounds. He whimpered and she ran her tongue over the bruised skin before kissing down further, finding the spot where his neck and shoulder connected. She pressed her lips against it and he swallowed in anticipation.

“Jungkook.”

“Y-yeah?”

He could feel her lips form the words she was spoke into his skin.

“Your cock feels nice inside me.”

She bit him again, hard. His eyes rolled back into his head, cock swelling at the compliment and the pain radiating through him as she pulled on his hair, sucking his skin, rutting her wet, tight pussy onto his cock. The euphoric ecstasy was unlike anything Jungkook had ever felt before. It was just a hickey and some hair pulling while he was cock-deep into a woman, but it was so much more, the soft kitten licks as she soothed the irritated flesh, the rubbing of his scalp, and the throbbing around his cock.

She finally let him go, leaning back. Her hair fanned out on his pillows, lipstick smeared, tongue between her teeth. He really thought the first time was going to be at some shitty party where he was half-drunk and confused, but it wasn’t. It wasn’t like that at all. Instead, she cocked her chin at him, giving him an open-mouthed smirk as she looked up at him from his bed.

“Fuck me, Jungkook.”

He began to move, starting slow and deep, gasping at the feeling. Her eyes drifted from his face to his cock moving in and out of her, then back up to his face. She was letting him do as he wanted, he knew. Jungkook could tell from her expression, giving him the reins for once. He scooted up, still fucking her leisurely as he lifted his hands and touched her nipples with his fingertips. He pushed them in a circle, rubbing them, closing his eyes. They were hard but soft, so fun to touch as he thrust his cock inside her. He pinched them and he whimpered as her pussy squeezed him. He did it again and felt it again. He cupped her breasts and did it again, pulling a little his time. She made a breathless moan and he opened his eyes, seeing hers shrouded with lust. He held her nipple between his index and ring finger, using his middle finger to rub the hardened nub. She gasped softly, whispering his name.

“You’re so fucking sexy,” Jungkook panted, feeling his hips thrust harder, spurred on by her noises. She pressed her head against his pillows, crying out as he increased his pace, rubbing her nipples harder.

“Harder, little one,” she purred, rolling her hips into his. “Want to feel your cock in the deepest parts of me.”

He pinched her nipples, hard, and she moaned with a teasing smile as he let go, placing his hands back on the bed for leverage. His long hair brushed into his eyes but he didn’t care, ramming his hips into her, hearing the harsh, loud slap of their bodies. She hissed out his name, tipping her head back as she lifted her arms above her head, clutching his pillows.

“That’s it, Jungkook,” she panted as he pounded her into his bed, feeling her pussy tighten and throb around him. “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.”

He did, hard, rough, gasping at her pretty lips opened and her eyes closed in bliss, enjoying his cock, just his, enjoying the way he felt, enjoying his hips slapping into hers and his cock twitching inside her.

“Need you to cum for me,” he growled, surprised at his own rawness. “Need you to cum all over my cock. Need to feel you.” A hint of desperation juxtaposed with his order. He wanted her to fall apart with his cock, wanted to watch her unravel as she came with his cock.

She cracked her eyes open and wrapped her legs around his waist, thighs squeezing him. Oh, fuck. Eyes that said, go for it. Do it if you can.

He rammed his hips into her, pounding into her over and over, so hard the bed squealed at the force, so deep her fingers gripping his sheets were white, her moans filling his room, imprinting in his memory.

“A-ah, Jungkooooook.”

His name dragged out, mixed with a moan, cock twitching at her back arching, tits bouncing with his thrusts.

“So good, so good… Gonna cum for you, just for you, Jungkook...”

And then he felt it, the heated, throbbing squeeze and the instant squelch of liquid dripping out and sliding down his balls, soaking into his sheets. The scent of her sex so heavy and sweet that he was drunk, slowing so he could feel her pussy pulsating around him, vibrating his entire length.

“W-why do you feel so good?” he whined, shoving his cock so deep she jerked up his pillows. She chuckled, but he kept going, back to his rough pace, because he couldn’t wait anymore. He needed to cum. He needed it now, deep inside her pussy, her scent on his skin, her foxy eyes on him.

“You wanna cum for me, little one?” she panted out, licking her lips. “Want to feel your cock get milked by my pussy?”

Jungkook sucked in a breath, clenching his jaw as he nodded fiercely, unable to respond. She reached up and he knew what was coming and he wanted it, wanted it so fucking bad. His long hair was smacking him in the face but she collected it back, only leaving a few strands on his sweaty forehead.

“Cum for me, Jungkook. Fill me up.”

And then she yanked on his hair, hard, tearing a gasp from his lips. The pain shot through him, igniting every nerve, the pleasure of her pussy clenching him as he kept going, slapping his hips into hers, feeling the pull on his hair every time he sank in. Jungkook was doing it to himself now and he loved every second of it. The familiar tightening coiled inside him, so sharp and sudden that he almost screamed as he came, the orgasm racking his entire body as she pulled his head back with his hair, moaning with him as she came again, throbbing as he shot into the condom, cock jerking with force against her walls.

His whole body shuddered as the aftershocks faded. Oh, shit. He was winded, throat dry. Someone must have heard. Holy fuck. Jungkook had never cum so hard in his entire life.

Her hand let go of his hair. She rubbed his scalp. He closed his eyes, his body rising and falling as he exhaled.

“Did I live up to your expectations, little one?”

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The next day, Jungkook ran into Taehyung at the usual coffee spot. It was the weekend, so Jungkook hadn’t expected to see him. Taehyung looked super hungover and barely alive as he ordered a coffee in his raspy, deep voice.

“Damn, are you dead?” Jungkook asked playfully as Taehyung stumbled to him, trying not to spill his coffee. Taehyung hated coffee, so he must have really needed it for some reason or another.

“Probably. I forgot I have a paper due on Monday.” He took a sip of it and made a disgusted face. “I hate this shit.”

Jungkook spied her walking up to the counter. She rubbed her chin and ordered a tea, handing over her card. She was wearing a white crop top, black baseball cap, and short leather jacket.

And his gray sweatpants.

Taehyung squinted at his neck.

“The fuck happened to you? Someone punch you in the neck?”

Jungkook slapped a hand over his hickey. “Er…”

She breezed past them, not looking at them as she hurried along, checking her phone for the time. Taehyung whipped his head around, recognizing her instantly. And the sweatpants.

“Yah! She told me she was going to study!” He whipped his head back to Jungkook, who looked away immediately. “Study your dick, apparently!”

“Uh…”

Taehyung narrowed his eyes and grumbled as he walked away.

“Well, get in line, bitch.”

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sister story: meteor, m | myg

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note: Yes, I am aware League of Legends has changed the entire item inventory for 2021 preseason. I haven’t played the new patch since I wrote this. Just pretend this all happened before the preseason patch, okay? lol