#bashful petal bunny

[jellycatsdaily]

Jellycat of the Day | 20th September 2023

↳ Bashful Petal Bunny (medium)

"Strawberry cream-flavoured snuggles!"

[pick-a-plush]

Can I make a suggestion? Between my two favorite cuddle buddies!!

(Sherbert the) Petal Bashful Bunny or (Ghibli the) Animal Adventure 21’ Dinosaur!

Sure! Sounds like a great match up!

[jellycatstuffies]

Pink Shades of Bashful Bunnies Currently Available

(from left to right: Pink, Blush, Luxe Rosa, Petal, Tulip Pink, Lilac, Cerise and Hot Pink)

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[bigfatfurby]

do you guys like non-furby plush restoration?

[image ID: a scruffy-looking pink plush unicorn that sits on its behind like a person. it has weighted feet that dangle down. it looks well-loved and dirty. end ID]

this is a Manhattan Toy "Petals" unicorn i picked up at a thrift store. i'd been searching for a plush from this company ever since falling in love with the Kodiak Bear years ago -- and this little guy showed up at a thrift store! but as you can see, it's a little worse for wear. so i picked open a few of its seams, unstuffed it, washed and dried it, brushed out its fur, and then restuffed with fresh microfiber stuffing; look at it now!

[image ID: the same plush pink unicorn, but now it has been cleaned and looks much brighter and softer. the fur around its black plastic eyes has been trimmed away, as well. end ID]

it now sits next to my bed with my la-z-boy raccoons and my recently acquired jellycat bashful bunny -- who will also be getting a good wash sometime soon :)

[silly-plushies]

This is Sherbert!!!! He’s my best friend now and I got him because I was in a hard spot!!!

he’s a huge jellycat bashful petal bunny :3

ToT CUUUTTEEEEE im a huge fan of the pastel pink bunnies. i have one huge jellycat and they're truly amazing

[spooky-pumpkinz]

I GOT A JELLYCAT TODAY!!!!!! A NICE BUNNY FRIEND!! MEET ROSIE!

Medium Bashful Petal Bunny

I love them so much it was a hard choice as they had SO many bunnies, I wanted the large but settled for this one as the large was a bit pricey for rn!

-Celeste UwU

[crazyyanderefangirlfan]

Jujustu Kaisen OC

I was re-watching Jujutsu Kaisen and it sparked my creative braincells again, so here's a new oc

"Where flowers bloom, so does hope."

Name: Mayumi Fujisaki

Nicknames: Princess, Bunny, Petal (all by Megumi). Little Bunny, Thumper.

Age & Birthday: 15, April, 21, 2002

Race: Human

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Straight

Alignment: Neutral good

Habits:

Mayumi's nose twitches when something bothers her.

She taps her foot when she's nervous

Mayumi stress bakes and eats.

Mayumi sings in the shower

Whenever she sees something cute and not on a mission, she wanders off.

Blood type: A+

Mental condition: Healthy

Birthplace: Tokyo

Occupation: Student, Jujutsu Sorcerer

Grade: 2

Relationship status: Dating

Appearance: Mayumi has mid-length mauve hair tied into twin tails and fringe bangs, lime green doll-like eyes with long lashes and porcelain skin. She always wear moon dangle earring on her right her and a star on her left and black heart choker. She stands 148 cm.

Clothes: Her uniform consist of a gray half-sleeve shirt underneath is her school uniform styled into a short overall romper and black tennis shoes.

Personality: Mayumi is shown as being a quiet, honest, kind, compassionate, and extremely peaceful young woman who adores all types of flora and greenery. Mayumi, the group's healer, is skilled in brewing and producing treatments and medications from the uses of her plants because she enjoys experimenting with them. Mayumi has a great connection to nature because of her kind and compassionate character, and she enjoys being of service to others. She is revealed to have a sympathetic disposition to the extent that, when her friends or plants are in trouble, she would respond to them intuitively.

She's romantic at heart, often playing matchmaker for her sisters and sometimes for her friends. Mayumi is also very affectionate and loves to be near loved one's and spend time with them. Mayumi is constantly considerate of others, despite her tendency to be bashful and quickly agitated.

However, Mayumi is also possessive and jealous, especially if there is a person who actively tries to interfere with her relationship with Megumi. This mostly stems from her looking younger than she is.

Mayumi, on the other hand, will show no mercy in the face of curses, instead expressing such feelings in a harsh tone despite her sweet and supposedly innocent attitude. She exemplifies a tremendous deal of commitment to her fellow sorcerers. She is adamant enough to fight again even though she was knocked unconscious in the middle of the bout. Mayumi also exhibits a strong sense of family loyalty and tenacity.

Hobbies: Reading, gardening, listening to movies, watching movies, playing mystery games, creating home remedies, experimenting on different plants.

Likes: Megumi, her friends and family, Megumi's shikigami, reading, music, gardening, gymnastics (both artistic and rhythmic), karate, horror and mystery games, goofing with her friends, hot springs and baths, bubble tea, ice skating, teasing Megumi, shoujo and shonen animes, creating home remedies from plants, flower crowns, tea, anything about romance.

Dislikes: Her loved ones in danger, being compared or mistaken for a child, sexist, misogynists, cheaters, unable to protect others, her sister being overprotective and overbearing, being labeled as a damsel in distress, movies with bad or too cliché plots, being treated as a prize, creepers and perverts, people ruining her garden and research, the Zenin clan, people forcing Megumi do thing he doesn't want.

Abilities: Evergreen Paradise

Weapons: Crescent moons (Two tessens)

Description of ability: Mayumi can summon and grow all kinds of flora. It's similar to Disaster Plants except she uses flowers and vines instead of wood.

Immense Cursed Energy: Even though she isn't of the special grade level, Mayumi has a lot of cursed energy. She continually summons plants for both offensive and protection, and when fighting, she also fortifies her body with cursed energy. Due to her size, she trained her body to handle excessive curse energy as she uses to control the flora around her.

Vines: She mainly uses vines for defensive moves such as creating barriers, entangling opponents, and supporting heavy objects.

Pollen: She often uses pollen as forms of distraction such as smokescreens or pollen fogs. It can also be utilize as bombs and blasts.

Briar cage: Mayumi forms a thicket of briar that traps the opponent or retrains them.

Flowers: Mayumi's signature. She can use her cursed energy make petals, stems, pollen, and other flower components grow and bloom, move and attack, modify flowers by changing their DNA structure, and resurrect wilted or dead flowers. The flowers are used all kind of offensive attacks such as firing petals akin to bullets,

Sweet Scent: She uses the flower's fragrance as mean of distraction of lowering her opponent's guard.

Harvest: Mayumi is capable of growing fruits and vegetables at rapid pace.

Domain Expansion: Garden of Eden: A domain that covers the entire area with vegetation and blooming flowers. The fragrance the area slowly saps the opponent's desire to fight and as they finally weaken, flora start to grow within their body until they're one with the domain.

Strengths: Enhanced athleticism, tessen proficiency, knowledge on flora, gymnastics, cooking, baking, karate.

Immunities: She's immune to all kinds of poison.

Enrollment method: Her sister's recommendation.

Favorite food: Desserts and cold soba.

Least favorite food: Natto

Cause of stress: Lolicons

[worn-lambpajamas]

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ My top 5 Jellycat Wishlist˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

Hello darlings! ~ I’m at home sick today so why not share some of my most wanted Jellies!

5.) Bashful Blush Bunny

I am a very avid lover of pastels and non-magenta/hot pinks, however, even then, I think pink is a hard color to truly nail with plushies. Especially when the plush is meant to be easy on the eyes and suitable for babies.

I think a blush is the perfect way to go! A good blush color is usually a soft pink with a peach/orangey undertone to it, of which this bunny nails perfectly. ~

I chose this bun over the petal bunny because I like the pink a bit more- So with that said let’s move on to four!

4.). Bashful Twinkle & Stardust Bunny 

I know I have two plushies on #4- but I plan on getting these two at the same time one day! I love celestial bodies, anything dreamy and especially the night time! And these two bunnies are the dreamiest of the bunch! 

They’re also the perfect bunnies for any ageres who particularly regress at night like me! <3 

What I also love about the Jellycat bunnies is their long floppity ears and huggable bodies as well!

3.) Jade Dragon

This absolute beauty of a dragon is very popular, for a very good reason indeed! It is just gorgeous, and yes I’m kind of redundant with my descriptions, but can you truly blame me?

I’ll get into the structure of the dragons later in the list! (Spoilers lol sorry TToTT)

2.) Smudge Lamb

Yes yes I know I already have a fuddlewuddle lamb, but I. need. more. I want this flippity floppity baby so bad. The only reason I got the fuddlewuddle first is because the smudge lamb on any site, is a lot more expensive and would take forever and a half to arrive and I’m impatient. TToTT

But one day... one day...

1.) Snow Dragon

Ahh the darling snow dragon!!! I just adore this baby so much! 🤧💕

The Jellycat dragons are just so floppy and chunky! I love their little fat bellies and muzzles. This one is my favorite because of its beautiful beige and white coloring!

ʚ Conclusion ɞ

Thank you all for reading this far! Be sure to give me a follow and reblog if you so feel obliged!

[jellycatfriends]

bashful petal bunny by jellycat

[jellycat-cryptid]

Bashful Petal Bunny by Jellycat

[serenity-lattes]

Can this be the bunny

Hi! What a cute little bunny! The subject matter is a bit new to me, I haven’t ready many hybrid fics. All the ones I have read, though, have been by @hollyhomburg, which I do recommend. I’ve also never written one myself. I’m happy to try, though!

Love,

Serenity

Cotton Tail

Pairing: Idol!Jungkook + Bunny Hybrid!Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 650

 You were currently sat in the window seat in the apartment, basking in the springtime sun, the cherry blossom petals trickling to the ground like raindrops. Smiling to yourself, you returned to your book, easily getting lost.

He sat down for a few moments, and then getting up, walked about the room. Elizabeth was surprised, but said not a word. After a silence of several minutes, he came towards her in an agitated manner, and thus began,

"In vain have I struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you.''

Elizabeth's astonishment was beyond expression. She stared, coloured, doubted, and was silent.

"Y/N? Y/N...," Jungkook chuckled, carding his fingers through your hair, startling you out of the world Jane Austen had so magnificently created. You squeaked and peered up at him, cheeks blushed, a bashful grin tugging at your lips.

"Sorry, it's such a good book," you giggled, marking the page before setting the book down.

“You don't have to apologize, sweetie. I’m sorry for spooking you,” he hummed softly, sitting down beside you, “I have some bad news, I got called into dance practice today and Yugyeom can’t come over to spend the day with you. So, what do you think about going with me?”

You’ve been to Hybe a couple times, but only to Jungkook’s studio, and you’ve never interacted with any of Jungkook’s bandmates. The thought alone made you nervous, but you had enough trust in Jungkook that he’d never put you in harm’s way.

“Will that be okay with your friends?” You asked timidly, fidgeting with the sleeve of your sweater, focusing on the loose thread that you meant to get rid of after breakfast, but your book seemed more interesting.

“Of course it is. They’re excited to meet you,” he grinned, softly petting one of your ears, hoping to lessen your anxieties.

“Alright,” you nodded, looking up to Jungkook happily, “Can we get boba on the way, though?”

“Anything for my sweet little bunny.”

 Walking into the Hybe building wasn’t anything new to you, but you’ve never gone to the practice room, so you were a little excited to see where Jungkook spent so much of his time. You took a sip of your boba, trailing closely behind Jungkook as you entered the room together.

“Hi everyone, sorry I’m late. I brought a visitor, though,” he chimed, chucking at how you were suddenly holding onto the sleeve of his hoodie, barely peeking out at the six sets of eyes across the room. You knew who each of them were, of course, but you’ve never actually met them. “Y/N is a little shy, but excited to watch us dance.”

The boys in front of you two all waved, bright grins on their faces, with a chorus of “hi” and “hello.” Your grip on Jungkook’s hoodie tightened, ears drooping down as your peered up at him, eyebrows drawn together.

“Sweetie, you’re safe,” he cooed, using his free hand to pet your ears, “I wouldn’t let them near you if I thought otherwise.”

Your nose twitched, returning your gaze to the group, removing your hand long enough to wave and whisper a small, “hi.”

They all chuckled, stepping back so Jungkook could take you to the corner with the chairs, that way you could sit and watch. You were excited to be able to watch a practice in person, rather than a recording. Once you were seated, Jungkook kneeled in front of you, stroking your hair, giving you a reassuring look.

“We’ll keep the music a little quieter. I’m so happy to have you here,” he said, handing you his backpack that he had packed with your book and tablet to occupy your time in case you got bored watching them.

“Thanks, Kookie,” you whispered, lips curling into a soft grin.

[midnightmoonkiss]

Bunny Lingerie.

Bunny! Pro Hero! Midoriya Izuku X Fem! Bunny! Reader

Summary: The day of love prompts you to wear something new. Works out well enough!

WARNINGS!: Nsfw, Dom!Deku, mentions of breeding (’cuz bunny sex), squirting, doggy style, overstimulation

Category: Smut

Word Count: 2.8k

A/N: Happy Valentines Day! I rewrote this twice lmao. >.<

Just To Clarify:

You’re both adults

You’re both bunny-human hybrids (bunny ears, tails, noses(?), mindset)

You live together

It’s Valentines Day

Tag List: @coupsieddori @desia2 @brithedemonspawn

If you’d like to be added or removed please lmk!

Inhaling deeply, you gave yourself a final lookover in the full-body mirror standing tall in your shared bedroom.

You were nervous, anxious, so much so your ears were pressed flat against your head, body trembling, goosebumps forming on your skin.

This was the first time you’ve ever worn lingerie.

Sure, you couldn't deny that.. It made you feel pretty, but it also made you feel.. so terribly exposed. Your tummy and legs were completely bare!

It was a simple red baby-doll styled two piece, a thong with a shiny red bow in front. You looked like one of those fancy valentines day heart chocolate boxes with a fake bow tying it together.

An open invitation to be unwrapped and devoured without care.

The mere thought made you shiver in delight, bunny tail wagging likr a dog. It was exciting.

But you were still nervous.

How would he react upon seeing you?

Would he like it?

You hoped he would, considering this was the cutest piece in the store that fit your personality well enough. Besides, he liked cute things.

He always did. You knew he was up to no good whenever he’d whisper about how cute you were, once bright green eyes darkened to a lustful jade. Lust always made him look even more handsome.

But alas. Valentines Day hasn't been this nerve wracking since the first one you celebrated together over two years ago.

The day was about love, and you completely showered each other in it today.

Waking up to a delicious breakfast, a box of chocolates and roses, a cute date, hand in hand as you walked down the snow covered sidewalk, little kisses on the cheeks and bashful smiles when others awed at the two of you.

You just got home from dinner nearly a half hour ago, it was pure luck that Izuku, your generous boyfriend, decided he was going to go out to the store real quick for some snacks and a movie so you two could have a movie marathon to end the day with.

He liked to snuggle, to cover you in his scent so other horny rabbits would stay away.

Little did he know, you had other not-so innocent plans first.

The bed was sprinkled in rose petals, white lights turned off so your LED lights could wrap the room in a soft red glow. Dim, not dark. 

Scentless red tea-light candles were scattered around the bedroom, and you were the centerpiece.

It’s not as if you hadnt had sex with him before, you were both bunnies after all- it was inevitable, it’s just… this was new territory. But you wanted to make this day special, or as special as you could.

He’s been so good to you, how could you not want to do this for him? You just.. prayed he liked it.

The sound of the heavy front door opening and closing, paired with his familiar voice and scent flooding the apartment, made you jump.

“(Y/N)? I’m home..!”

Shuttered breath, you shuffled backwards to the bed.

What was the pose you practiced again?

Your heart was racing with every loud step he took closer to the shut bedroom door.

“Sweetie?” He called out, the sound of shuffling bags muffled by the oak bedroom door.

Despite how nervous you were, you still bit your lip in excitement.

How would he react?

Scooting your ass further up the bed, you adjusted yourself so that you were sitting on your knees, legs spread apart to show off that red bow. Leaning forward ever so slightly, you rested your hands in front of you.

All that was left to do was wait.

Ears still pressed backwards from nerves, you had a hard time not wiggling in your position.

Until finally, the door creaked open slowly.

You couldn't help but pout upon seeing him, hoping he’d like it.

Though you nearly laughed when his ears shot up suddenly from surprise, slapping so loudly against the top of the door frame you feared he hurt himself.

“Fuck..” He whispered under his breath upon seeing you sitting on the bed, waiting for him. Before you could even ask him if he was alright, the door was already shut and he was in front of you.

“Baby..” His breathing was irregular, nose twitching as his cold fingers traced up your exposed thighs, taking in the outfit you wore for him.

You shivered under his touch, tail wiggling. “Do you.. like it?” You were still shy, despite his obvious enjoyment.

“I love it honey... fuck.. You look so hot, (Y/N)..” He stuttered, caught up in his head as his cheeks flushed, highlighting his freckles and sharp jaw.

The praise made you whine, head turning away as your eyes squeezed shut in embarrassment. Your cheeks were burning, the feeling of his eyes drinking you only making your panties wet.

“Aht, aht, aht,” He chided, “Don’t look away from me baby,” Large, scarred hand cupped your warm cheek, turning your face back towards him. His knee pressed against the bed with a squeak as he leaned down to capture your lips in a reassuringly sweet kiss.

You quickly melted into it, nervousness washing away as your tongues danced passionately together, the taste of chocolate making you suck lewdly on his tongue. His deep moan made you smile against him. Large hands smoothed down your body, gripping your ass cheeks and pulling you deeper into a kiss, moan escaping you involuntarily.

He fiddled around with the outfit as your lips continuously met, feeling you up and brushing against your exposed sensitive places.

“Izuku..” You whispered as you broke apart for a second to breath.

You could hear his own tail wagging as it brushed noisily against his shorts, you could feel how turned on he was as his harded crotch brushed against your thigh.

The fact that he desired you as much as you wanted him to made you float to cloud nine.

“Gah!” You cried out as you were suddenly pushed back against the bed, legs slipping out from under you as you stared up at his large frame towering over your much smaller body.

His unruly curly green curls framed his handsome face as red lights kissed his scarred, freckled skin, mixing with the yellow of the candles scattered around the room. The look in his eyes made you writher beneath him, it was as if you were a piece of meat he was going to eat.

Despite those long ears that scream rabbit, he always made you feel like a wolf's prey in bed. Defenseless.

You clit throbbed as you stared helplessly up at him, smirk on his lips while he took his shirt off, revealing the rippling muscles beneath that you just wanted to lick.

“Oh bunny,” he purred, let’s have some fun.”

A dark chuckle rumbled in his chest, body burning with desire as he stared down your vulnerable body, wide, innocent (E/C) eyes meeting his hungry gaze.

Adjusting his position, he put all his weight on his legs, rough palms feeling your warm body up again.

You were just so beautiful in his eyes, and in this lighting? You were like a succubus that he got to have all to himself.

He wanted nothing more than to taste you, his patience was always what destroyed you.

Hands on top your breasts that were squished down by gravity, his thumbs circled around your nipples, pulling at the sensitive flesh through the red fabric, watching in delight as your back arched ever so slightly to press further into his familiar touch.

Your smaller hands fell atop his own, the size different making him lick his lips.

You truly were so cute. Especially with that face you were making from him just playing with your perky buds.

Eyebrows pinched and eyes shut, soaking in the moment.

Yeah, he was going to drown you in his love tonight.

Watching you fall apart, scream his name, the look on your angelic face as you came hard just for him - it was so addicting. And for you to wear this sexy piece of fabric, leaving parts of yourself to his overactive imagination and highlighting others that made him mad with desire? It made his cock throb in his shorts, close to drooling at just how perfect you looked. All for him, no less.

Yes. You were his. His perfect little bunny.

When his hands moved from your breasts, you peaked an eye open, watching as he climbed off the bed and sat down on his knees.

“Wh-? Izu-? - aH!” A shrill shriek tore from your throat as his hands grabbed your spread legs and yanked your lower half towards him, flimsy piece of red fabric doing next to nothing to hide how utterly turned on you were.

“So wet for me..” He whispered to himself, thumbpad running across your clothed slit.

“I-Izu! D-Don’t say such things..”

He always seemed to nose that filter of his whenever he was turned on, that sweet boy being replaced by a true beast.

“Mmm? Why not?” 

Hand gripping your thigh, he lifted your leg just to press little kisses dangerously close to your clothed self, teasing you as his hot breath fanned over you.

Izuku’s green gaze was sharp yet teasing as he stared up at your flushed self, your own hands gripping the pure white sheets to ground yourself. 

“I-I…”

You gulped, ears flopping down as embarrassment burned your soul, “I don’t- Nnn!”

Your head flung back against the soft mattress when his tongue pressed down hard against the area where he just knew your pretty little clit was, circling around it through the fabric you soon found annoying and wished he would just tear off with his teeth.

He shoved your legs down against the mattress when you bucked against his face, muscules bulging, spreading your legs even further apart and completely exposing yourself to him, thong doing barely anything to cover you.

You sweet scent flooded his senses, all he could smell was you and god he loved it.

“Now, now, darling. You just lay there and look pretty for me, okay?” He shot you a cheeky smile, one he always wore on television. It highlighted the single dimple on his right cheek, and made him seem all the more dangerous.

A wolf in a rabbits clothing if anything.

You couldn't control your own wagging tail peeking out below your ass, your excitement on display for him.

How cute.

“You know,” He began, laughing to himself, “It’s like I’m opening a box of chocolates,” toying with the ribbon on the front of the thong before moving the fabric to the side so your bare pussy was on display.

“I bet you taste just as sweet.”

You didn't even have time to be embarrassed before his tongue licked you up.

“A-AaAh!!” You grip on the sheets tightened, head pressing further back into the bed as he devoured you like a bloodthirsty animal. He was one, in a way.

His hot tongue was firm, just what you needed.

Every time he got close to your throbbing clit, he’d move back down, licking up the juices he found so delicious.

“M-mm! Izuku..! H-haaAh!”

To say you were turned on was an understatement, you were practically a faucet.

There was something so alluring about being completely and utterly dominated by someone you loved so much, you wanted more.

Your hips twitched with every move his tongue made, grip on your thighs firm as he held you in place.

The vibrations from his own moans sent shockwaves down your body, and the second his sweet lips finally wrapped around your begging clit your back arched completely off the bed.

The sensation was so sweet, you couldn't help but grab onto his large green ears as he licked around and sucked on your little bundle of nerves.

A growl tore from his throat, pulling your body impossibly closer to him, pussy pressed against his face, aggressively licking you up like a melting ice cream in the sweetest way possible.

His thick fingers were plunging into your clenching hole before you even knew it, curling against that spongy spot inside of you that had your eyes rolling back in your head and squirting on his lower face.

This only made him eat you out more enthusiastically, you were so damn hot to him.

Your fuzzy tail tickled his hand as he pumped his fingers in and out of you, a squelching noise filling the room alongside wet clicks and pornographic moans.

Your cries of blissful pleasure bouncing around the room dark had him drooling as he watched in a trance as your body shook from his own doing. Your clit rested against the tip of his tongue, throbbing, as he watched you, getting lost in your sound and from how wet you were as his fingers fucked in and out of you.

You were so tight.

So good.

He wanted to fuck you right now. 

Wanted to bury his large cock deep inside you.

You looked so sexy...so, so sexy in this outfit.. It was so cute and innocent.. So perfect for someone as cute as you.. And yet he wanted to ravage you like a feral beast, he wanted your breasts to bounce out of the flimsy bra as his hips slammed into yours. He wanted you.

Today was a day about love, and he wanted to love you sweetly, but his hormones were raging inside of him, and you calling out his name for more, tugging on his sensitive ears that had his hips bucking into this air.. It didn’t help.

He could feel himself slipping, animalistic nature taking over his senses.

He wanted to fuck you so good you couldnt think straight, fill you to the brim with his hot cum until your belly bulged.

That constant need to mate that male rabbits had… he’d be lying if he said he didn’t have it too, despite trying his best to put on an innocent face outside of the bedroom. He was a gentleman, but a horny one right now who wanted his girlfriends sweet pussy wrapped around his aching cock.

His body worked on autopilot, bringing you to a quick orgasm and then shoving your body up the bed.

You cried out in surprise, nerves on fire after just cumming, vision blurry with pleasureful tears.

He practically tore off his shorts and underwear, beautiful looking cock springing free and dripping with a copious amound of precum.

“I want you, all of you..” He groaned, pawing at your body as he flipped it over, your knees pressing into the soft mattress as he spread your lower lips from behind.

“Baby, please..” His head dropped down to the crook of your neck, soft ears brushing against your cheek as he left wet, open mouth kisses along your nape and neck, nibbling against sensitive skin and sucking a quick hickey. “Let me have you..”

His hot cock rubbed against your dripping cunt as he grinded against you, his tip kissing at your puffy clit.

“Please, Izuku.. Please fuck mM-mMMH! Haa!”

Tears poured down your cheeks as he slammed into you, bottoming out immediately and barely giving you a minute to adjust before pulling out and slamming back into you.

Not that your delirious self gave a shit.

He felt so good.

So fucking big.

He filled you up so good, dick pressing against all the right places deep inside you.

You could feel your own liquids dripping down your thighs, ears lax and tail straining as you sink into the feeling of being fucked raw.

“Shit!” He grunts, grip on your hips so tight as he plowed into you that you swore there would be bruises there tomorrow. His thick cock slams in and out of you, mixing up your insides and drawing you closer and closer to yet another soul shattering, mind numbing orgasm.

“M-mmore! Z-zu!! H-aAAH! AH!” 

The loud slap of wet skin against echos around the room, the bed creaking with every powerful movement he made, mattress moving along with the two of you only adding to the intense feeling deep inside you.

“Gonna make you f-feel so good.. Hnnn!” His words slurred, mind swirling with animalistic desires. All he could think about was filling you to the brim with his seed and making you cum all over him and the bed.

His hips snapped into you at an inhuman pace, like a bunny, ears standing at full attention as his eyes focused on the way your pussy sucked his cock back in with each thrust.

Snapping, he shoved your upper body down into the sheets, holding you in place as green sparks licked at his skin.

Multiple colors collided in the room as his quirk pumped into his veins, fucking you so good and so quickly that you came immediately with a shrill cry of pleasure, vision going black as stars bursts in your vision, the sensation of pissing yourself making you clench around him as you squirted all over the bedsheets below.

“H-HaAH! DEKU!” Your body jerked uncontrollably as you cried out his hero name that made him moan. He continued to fuck you like a sex-crazed rabbit in a rut, practically breeding you as you body buzzed with pleasure.

“You take me so well..! (Y-Y/N)..! You’re so fucking tight!” The praise slipped past his spit slick lips before his mouth was snapped shut, snarling as you walls hugged him like a warm, soul sucking vice, pulling you possessively closer to his muscular body.

His cock slammed relentlessly into you, upper body soon coming to press down on your own so he could slip a hand between your spread legs, rubbing circles around your puffy clit. The sensation made your head spin, accidentally causing you to squirt all over his hand like a filthy slut.

“C-Cumming!” He moaned, body freezing as his cock twitched violently inside your clenching pussy.

His cum truly did fill you to the brim, the sensation of hot ropes coating the inside of your walls nothing short of addictive. You swore you could cream just from the feeling.

His loud moans made you squeeze even tighter around him. “F-fuck me, fuck me!” You sobbed, wanting more and more. All that he could give and then some.

You didnt care how sore you’d be tomorrow, all you could think about was having him fuck you through the night, bringing you to the brink of insanity in this silky red lingerie.

Truly, you were rabbits. Both already ready for round two.

Sure, Izuku was a bunny, but he sure as hell didn’t act like it with how he sinks his teeth into your skin, marking you up possessively. Nor did he submit like one.

By the end of the night, you both were passed out on the bed, cuddling, covered in each others cum and hearts full of love as your body leaked his white seed.

Yeah, you should buy more lingerie.

[discrunkled-twog]

Chapter 19

Tags: Angst, Heavy Angst, Nonsense, Teasing, sorkid likes torturing people, Coffee, Coffee Shop, Hi-jinks And Shenanigans, Fluff, maybe?, theres so little fluff in this fic im gettin' itchy

Rating: Hahaha, sure.

Chapter Summary: Torture and cartoonish antics.

@s0urmania There is only one more chapter left to write and I think my life is ending. *cries* I'm going to be so sad when this ends but I'm also excited but also sad but also kinda- [gunshot]

(Enjoy the chapter!)

“It wasn’t a cold! I knew it! You lied! And you say I’m the evil one, when really, you’re the one all hanahaki-unrequited-love mumbo jumbo, and you go ahead and say it’s a cold!” he yelled, pointing at the flower petals.

She stood up and tucked her chair in.

“I…”

She stared at the napkin as he continued to ramble on about her treachery.

He’s right, but it’s not like I could’ve just told him. I mena, how would he react to that? Especially after all the kinnie-bashing I’ve been doing for the past eighteen chapters…? I’m sure they remember full well about all of that… I can’t just-

“Wait, so it is hanahaki, right?”

I thought we’d established that…?

“So, for who?”

…

“Hmm?”

He’s not asking what I think he is, is he?

“The unrequited love. Y’know, the bittersweet suffering, the relentless sting in your throat when they smile…” he trailed off, balling a fist near his chest and swaying dramatically.

She grimaced.

“The knowledge that they might never reciprocate your feelings! The unparalleled drama!”

“Oh…”

Wait, how doesn’t he know?! After all this time?!

“I’m sure- I’m sure it’s obvious,” she muttered, poignantly looking away.

“Yeah, sure. So, who are you in love with?”

“Come on, Sor-chan,” she said, hoping the little nickname would be enough of a clue. “It’s super obvious.”

…

“It is…?”

His expression gave zero insight to whatever the hell his little bunny mind was thinking, only worrying her further.

“I mean, I thought so…?” she said, looking down at her hands.

“I don’t see how it would be obvious, I mean… I don’t know the same people as you.”

Crap, he’s right. That makes too much sense for him… Okay, well, now, that’s mean-

“I mean, for all I know, you could have this secret childhood best friend I don’t know, who was always like an older sibling to you, even though you’re the same age, but now…”

The lights shut off, a spotlight shining on Sorkid.

“Things have changed.”

Everything went dark, and it was quiet for a second.

“Now, you hardly see each other the same. Perhaps you’ve grown apart…” he said, right behind her, the spotlight clicking on again.

“Sor-chan!”

“Or perhaps they’ve found a beau of their own, and you’ve grown envious…”

Where’s this contrived fic plot coming from? Just how much fanfiction does he read?!

“Or-!”

And the light switched off again.

“Perhaps it’s more of an enemies to lovers.”

Now, he was on a platform, much taller than she remembered the ceiling of the cafe being, but she couldn't see it too well when it was shrouded in darkness.

“Maybe it was a person you despised horribly… that made your skin crawl with the mere mention of their name…”

He jumped off the platform.

Wait, isn’t he going to fall?!

When he was about to hit the ground, the light clicked off again.

…

“Sor-chan…? Are you-”

And she was interrupted as the light switched on once again, revealing a perfectly unscathered Sorkid in front of her.

“And you’ve fallen in love, to your own detriment.”

Did he..?

…

“Nah, that’s too far-fetched…”

She sighed and coughed into her sleeve.

I’m not sure if I’m glad he’s this stupid, or annoyed that he’s this stupid.

“So who is it…?” he asked, with the same goofy grin she adored and abhorred simultaneously.

She leaned over the top of her chair, tracing her fingers along the curls of the frame.

I can’t believe he still hasn’t gotten the hint. I mean, it’s true that he doesn’t know whether or not I have other friends, but I would’ve thought I would’ve been kinda obvious at this point. I mean, I suck at this kinda stuff, especially when it comes to secrets, so why–

Oh.

I’m not going to have to tell him, am I…?

“Hey, come on. Tell me!”

She stayed quiet.

“Oh, wait… Hold on…”

“Wait, what are you-”

The lights switched off again, and all was quiet.

…

“Sor-chan, stop doing this-”

And the spotlight was on the two of them. Sorkid grabbed her by the hand, twirling her around before pulling her in. His beady bunny eyes gleamed with what she guessed was the sadistic amusement he gained from ripping her heart apart. One hand supported her back, as the other one grabbed hers, and let her lean back slightly, her glasses nearly falling off.

…

“Is it me…?”

Oh my God…

She pulled herself away and coughed into her sleeve as quietly as she could manage, fixing her glasses.

“Ha! I knew it! It is me! I guessed right the first time.”

So he’s not stupid. Of course not. That’s certainly helpful…

…

First guess?! He-!

She didn’t know how she was still surprised.

“Why didn’t you tell me before? It-”

“Because I don’t even know how it happened in the first place,” she muttered, her throat and eyes wet.

“Huh? What do you mean?”

“You’re a Kuusuke kinnie.”

He sighed. That’d been the heart of the conflict all along, hadn’t it…?

“I can’t believe you still-”

“No.” She sniffled. “It doesn’t matter. It’s not like I’ll ever see you again, anyway.”

And then…

There was silence.

A/N: This one came up, like, as I was writing the outline. The chapters used to be a lot shorter, so the summaries in my notebook of about two sentences used to suffice, but I'm having to invent a lot of plot. My notebook gives me only plot spine, and the rest is frantically fabricated as I write out the full outline.

These last two felt a little short, but I think the last one's going to be decently long.

*whispers*

Yeah, my manager says it'll be kinda long.

Thank you for reading! :D

[jellycatstuffies]

Bashful Bunnies With White Tails Appreciation Post

(Colors from left to right, top to bottom: Apple, Tangerine, Hot Pink, Sunshine, Beige, Silver, Petal, Lemon, Blue, Pink)

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[kangaroo-sniper-imagine]

Unintimidating reader who’s a killa killa

-snipers is longer solely because ive had that idea in my head LONG before i got this request-

-also, little gorey so beware-

Medic

Ludwig is almost instantly enamoured with you once he got comfortable with you on base. He finds you sweet and calls you “kleine krankenschwester” (little nurse) whenever you insist on helping him in any way with his workload. You apologize when you bump into inanimate objects and try copying Archimedes’ cooing. You’re a cupcake!

And finally he gets a good eyeful of you on the field. You’re brutal and vicious and smiling the whole time as you bash in an enemy Heavy’s head with a sledgehammer. You take out an enemy Scout’s leg with your weapon and let him try and crawl away from you before you finish him off with a laugh. Ludwig is now convinced you’re his soulmate

Our dear doctor loves tenderness that hides ruthlessness. Loves that you are sweet as a bumble bee to your team but a beast to your opposers. He’s excited at the new possibilities between the two of you know that he knows that he no longer has to hide his own ferocity with his experiments in front of you

Sniper

Hell, Mick isn’t even convinced you should be on the field. You wore brightly colored clothes and skirts and for fuck’s sake you bake, all. The. time. You're like Holly Homemaker, why the hell are you hanging with a bunch of mercenaries? How were you even picked for this job? At your first match, he debated on whether he should watch you from his perch to protect you or do his job. He chose his job, duh. But only for a few matches. When he finally decides to track you,and oooooh boy.

An enemy Spy has his knife in your shoulder, pining you to a wall. Mick doesn’t have a clear shot to take out the spook without getting you too. It’s not fun watching a teammate die, even if they do come back. But right as he was about to shift his attention to the main battle he sees it. You. Pissed the fuck off.

Mick watches with interest as you grab the hand that’s stabbing you with one of your delicate hands as the other grabs the spook’s lapel and drag in the enemy, mouths crushing together. A shot of betrayal and shock freezes the hitman before he sees it. The red running down your chin; the struggle of the enemy Spy trying to thrash himself away from you; the look of manic rage in your eye. When you let the Spy go, Mick can see teeth but no lip and it hits him. You bit off the man’s mouth.

After you swiftly wretch the knife out of your shoulder and into the neck of your opponent, you wipe your mouth, you call for a medic and return to fighting. Mick is now a little scared of you, but now will no longer ever think again that you can’t handle yourself on the field. Never brings up what he saw but will sometimes watch you work now

Heavy

Mikhail already finds hardly anyone intimidating, you are no exception; especially with your short stature and demure demeanor. He worries about you honestly, watching you to make sure none of the other mercs try to take advantage of you because you give off the energy of a doormat. It’s his big brother senses in part, he thinks, also in part of because he has a leetle crush on tiny woman who will listen to him drone on about Sasha and Russian literature well into the night.

You do more protecting than defending during the fighting. You watch the case and keep people away from it as Misha mows down the enemies to keep them away from the intel (and you), so he hasn't had the pleasure of watching you work. But buddy, when he gets it. A chance of happenstance allows Heavy to finally see you operate, lets him see you sit pretty as the enemy steps on your hidden bombs and walk into the line of your automatic tracking weaponry and get mowed down in a hail of bullets as all you do is smile and hold the briefcase. So well covered by your own inventions you don’t even need to be worried as the blood of your enemy splashes up onto your clothes

Misha finds you even MORE endearing now. Man loves intelligent women and if you made all of those killing machines holy fuck, could you mod Sasha?? You’re in your element as you effortlessly kill the opponent, and Misha loves watching your inventions do what they do best (he feels a kinship with your weapons as he too, preforms extreme violence to protect you) (He’s still gonna watch your back at the base tho for sure)

Scout

You were like another Spy, except without all the European flair that Spy had. You were kinda bland, tired looking. Jeremy’s never seen you train or fight; you spent most of all your free time being “tutored” by Spy to become a better Infiltrator, and frankly, Jeremy is more afraid of bread than he is of you (and not just the tumor filled bread). Spy hasd insinuated that you were ready to finally be put on the field with the rest of the mercs for the next match, and now Jeremy is more excited to have another person to show off to rather than to see you in action

But of course, Jeremy fucks up. He’s hiding in an empty building, bleeding from a shot from an enemy Sniper, and staring at the wrong end of a Heavy’s gun, hating the feeling of defeat. The Heavy was rambling on about something but the wound in his side had more of Scout’s attention; that is, until, a figure slowly, silently descended from the rafters. It was you, dressed head to toe in black save for a sliver of your team’s color on your armband. You look at the monologuing Heavy before giving Jeremy a look that said “Man, he’s a wind bag, huh?” you gestured to the enemy, then drew your finger across your throat with a questioning look in your eye. Scout manages a weak nod, losing focus quickly.

Another long cord, similar to the one holding you to the ceiling, unraveled itself from around your arm, and very quickly you whipped it around the enemy’s neck, jumped onto his back, and wretched your arms back, almost instantly decapitating the Heavy. Even as the lumbering body fell down, you remained upright, hopping off the body gracefully. With swift efficiency, you kicked the head out of the way, grabbed the comically large gun, and aimed it at the door. Before Scour could even ask what the fuck was going on, an enemy Medic came in through the door. Before the German had a chance to yelp, you shot him dead.

“Yo, what the-!” You hastily toss a med-pack at him before melting into the shadow, Scout almost missing the darkening blush on your mostly covered face. After that little save, Jeremy now goes out of his way to be nice to you, and learns a lesson that looks are hella deceiving. It would pay to have someone watching his back on the field without all the unwanted french commentary (and you’re nicer to look at than Spy, let's be real)

Demo

You’re cheerful, but not in the sadistic, almost taunting way many of the other mercs are like. Not like the Doc or Spook. Nope, you were just happy. Not ditzy or stupid or anything, just a smiley little thing that had as much bite as a toothless alligator. The thought that someone could take you as a serious threat, some wee thing that eats rainbow colored cereal and wears bunny slippers throughout the base, was so hilarious that Tavish starts chuckling whenever it crosses his mind. The two of you don’t typically fight together, you sticking to high ground to pick off enemies as Demo gleefully stays in the thick of it all to implode the other team

Due to unfortunate circumstances, you're both pinned down together, shoulder to shoulder under a makeshift barrier as the enemy gets closer and closer; your bow at the ready with an arrow and his bombs prepared to go off at his command, but no opening to go up and take a shot/throw a bomb. You huff, looking around wildly before nodding decisively, looking to Tavish. “Gimme one of your sticky bombs.” He complies, half thinking that you’re gonna take the both of you out in a blaze of gory glory.

With a look of determination, you aim in front of you, not even at the enemy. Tavish prepares to die for the third time that day, but this time by his own creation, and you release your arrow. The projectile bounces off a scrap bit of metal on the ground, ricocheting the arrow up into hitting the lamppost, and then flying over their heads into the enemy’s ranks. Once the bomb went off, you instantaneously bounce out of the hiding place and opened fire on the stragglers who didn't get offed by the bomb. Tavish can only stare as you mow down the other team as a random stream of sunlight illuminates your figure. Demo catches feels in that moment

Pyro

Pryo liked that you were lowkey and sweet. The fact that you weren’t especially harsh or violent while relaxing initially made them flock to you just to hang out in their down time. Pyro loves to give you cute little toys and stuffies and see you smile! The only time Pyro really sees you on the battlefield is when they’re looking for you. They’re worried about you! You’re their favorite!

They catch you, mid-battle, covered head to toe in the blood of an enemy Scout, laying only a few feet away. They think you look so pretty! Like sparkles and rainbows are all around you and flower petals are floating in the air and surrounding you (it’s ash; pyro started a blaze not that far away and it was finally beginning to get to the two of you)

Pyro just sees this as more couple binding time, now that they know that you also tend to get a little too into the battle. It’s an excuse to spend even more time together

Engineer

This boy was so dang in love with you and he’s never even seen you fight. On the base, you were as sweet as a peach and harmless as a mouse. You spent most of your time in Dell’s workshop helping him with menial tasks like refilling his coffee mug or reorganizing his tools or alike. You got along well with all the other mercs and were quick to help others. Dell never really saw you while fighting because he had to stick near his machines while your job took you all over the battle field

He hears about you fighting from the others. Scout was retelling the group about you “friggin’ awesome fight” between you and an enemy Medic. You had, according to Scout (and Heavy, who nodded along in agreement) got into a fist fight with the enemy, physically beating them into submission. Dell wouldn’t believe it if you hadn’t walked right at the end of the tale with a black eye, bloodied knuckles, and a lopsided grin. Dell almost has a fucking heart attack seeing you in such a state. The Doctor heals you up back to normal like nothing ever happened but the fact that you relied on physical violence to fight made him anxious

He doesn't talk to you about fighting differently, he wants to know if there's anything he can do to help you fight, like making special gloves or armor of some type. Homeboy just wants to protect you, he gets hella worried.

Soldier

Jane, seemingly perpetually stuck in the 40’s and 50’s, believes most women shouldn't be on the battlefield at all. And even though you were there working with a bunch of other mercenaries, a lady is a lady and he, the old fashioned man he is, prioritizes keeping you “safe” (taking your kills before you get the chance to land the finishing blows). In his mind, he’s doing you a service. After all, you are far too soft spoken at the base to have any form of bite in you on the field.

Across the field though, one fight, Jane was just too far away to swoop in and “save” you like he normally would; not even his rocket launcher would get to you in time to stop the Spy from doing you in! The instant the enemy’s knife was about to pierce your back, though, Jane saw you turn around whip fast, your own machete thrusting forward to impale the enemy.

The soldier now thinks that your “womanly intuition” is far more superior and more finely tuned than his own, and will now generally leave you alone to fight and stops hovering over you. Will shout out encouragements from across the field whenever he sees that you hack someone apart and loudly brags that you have the “natural advantage” to sniffing out enemies.

Spy

-This is gonna be a drabble cus i dunno how to bullet point this-

Jacque didn’t think particularly much of you. You were a teammate, an asset to be used. On the base you were reserved, spending most of your time in the Doctor’s infirmary or discussing something with Mikhail about books or whatever. You stayed out of his way, not like it was hard for you, seeing as you were just some wisp of a thing, someone who if they sat still long enough would blend into the background like air. Spy never assumed that you would ever be of any use to him in a fight; you just didn’t have the look of a fighter in you.

So right now, his life being in your hands, made him uncomfortable in ways he couldn’t care to count.

The enemy Spy, who was almost as tricky as him, cleverly disguised himself as Jacque, and right as they were about to confront each other, you burst through the door, looking surprised at the two of them. Almost immediately, they started to accuse the other.

“He’s the enemy!”

“No, HE is!”

“The intruder is HIM!”

Jacque will give you some props, seeing as you drew your gun as soon as you saw the pair, but rather than aim it usefully at at least ONE of them, YOU aim it uselessly to the floor! Jacque would’ve scolded you for your unprofessionalism if the imminent threat of death wasn’t less than six feet away from him.

You looked wildly in between the two of them, your normally pleasant face now stricken with panic. Your eyes land solidly on the enemy Spy, and with a sharp intake of breath, you run to him, throwing your arms around him and burying your face into the falsely colored lapel.

Jacque felt disappointment bloom in his chest, along with dread when he watched your mistake.

The spy looked so damn smug as he wrapped his arms around you, throwing Jacque a satisfied look. The gun still was gripped in your hand, still aiming at the ground.

“Ma pauvre petite fille,” he crooned, “est-ce que le grand méchant espion t'a fait peur?”

You sniffle, and bring the gun up to the imposter’s head. “Je n'ai pas facilement peur.” Jacque didn’t think you could ever say something so coldly, and say it in french to boot. One shot rang out and the man in your arms fell to the floor, suit changing back to what it was meant to be, stained with red from the blood of his fatal wound.

After some deliberation with yourself, you shot him again, in the chest. You looked to Jacque, your face now once again passive.

With a sigh and a dramatic flourish, the living Spy fetched a cigarette out of his pocket and lit it quickly, taking a deep huff before addressing you.

“How did you know that he was not me?”

You holster your weapon back, mulling over your answer. “Few things, uh… you never speak French to me,” you stuck out one finger, “you wouldn’t ever hug me,” another finger, “you don’t stand with your feet that far apart,” one more, “and you smell completely different.” with all but your thumb sticking out, you nodded to yourself before jamming both hands into your pants pockets, tucking in your chin and turning heel back to the door, seemingly finished with your explanation and conversation.

Amused, Jacque took another slow drag of his cigarette, planning on paying more attention to you in the future, being sure never to underestimate you again.

-this, uuuuuhhh, took on a life of its own-

[ktheist]

[whenever you’re ready | 10:34PM]

they say the first time you lay eyes on your soulmate, your heart would stop for the briefest moment, eyes dilating, chills zapping through your entire body - as should theirs, a biological response to hold. to touch.

but jeon jungkook’s first words to you are what made you not want to devote the rest of your life to him.

“do you know who i am?” it doesn’t come from a place of malice - you know it doesn’t - because how else the prettiest deep brown eyes and pinkest lips with bunny teeth peeking underneath his half-agape, shock-ridden mouth, could be anything but the definition of hopeless romantic, old sap, soul searcher.

you happen to walk past him - a complete stranger - with a skip in your step as you wave at your friends. the spark was fleeting but it’d struck you right in your heart and settle like fine dust all over the surface of your existence -

and that’s just the thing, he barely even knows you besides what he sees and he’s willing to wait for you as you chatted away with your old time friends. until the cafe almost closes. and until you’ve hugged nayeon and dahyun goodbye with promises to keep in touch and “invite me to your wedding!”

“i do,” is all you offer and it’s all that it takes for this attractive stranger’s eyebrows to rise higher than the clouds - as though physically anticipating something.

with a shrug, you figure you should offer him more than a two-worded answer, “i just don’t care.”

“e-excuse me?” and that’s when that sparkle of hope in his eyes dwindles into confusion and then half-hearted anger - he looks the kind that couldn’t really be mad at his significant other.

“you are,” with that, you walk past him for the second time of the night - only to have nimble fingers wrap around your wrist. perhaps in an attempt to stop you. perhaps because it was the fear of waking up for the rest of his life surrounded by petals instead of the flower of his heart - that induced him to momentarily abandon his reservations.

the current flows through your streams like a thousand prickles of needles that don’t quite break through your skin -

jungkook withdraws his hand as though the touch burned him, “i- uh - sorry.”

he drops his head with a scuff of his foot against the ground and the same hand that wrapped around your wrist a second ago, ruffling his tresses - in the dark, it looked black but you soon learn it’s a darker shade of brown than his eyes.

“look,” you finally say, a sigh leaving your lips from the forthcoming switches in your life at what you’re about to say and do, “it’s not like i don’t feel what you’re feeling - i do and maybe that’s why you’re looking exceptionally attractive right now but that’s also why i can’t do this.”

perhaps it’s the flash of hurt in those eyes that dims even the anger in them. perhaps it’s the way he looks like a kicked puppy - but you still pull out your phone, unlock it and opened the keypads.

“i have to catch the last train but i’ll call you tomorrow,” he stares at the screen for the longest moment, as though seeing his future flash in front of his eyes when and if he lets you walk away after he punches his number into your phone. after what you just told him - well, he’s going to have to take your words for it, “i promise.”

x

they say you should take three days (four days would make them lose interest. two days would be too soon) to text a potential love interest that you’ve met and hit it off for whatever reason, be it because you found out you like the same book, or you frequent the same cafe because of it’s the only one that has almond milk or you both share a similar line of work - but never because you found your soulmate and chose to get home before your bedtime.

but just like how the generic standard of texting someone does not apply to soulmates - jeon jungkook texts you back within less than a minute.

you apologize for the belated text

you: hey

you: this is ___

you: sorry i forgot to text the day after we met

you: my supervisor was breathing down my neck 

you: because one of our team members screwed up her part

you: i just came back from the wrap up dinner with everyone

you: 😣

the emoji was every bit awkward and misplaced - on your part, at least. because the moment you renounce your livelihood with your soulmate, you at least have a sense of self-awareness that you don’t deserve to act familiar.

jeon jungkook: hey!

jeon jungkook: congrats on finishing the project 🤩🤗

jeon jungkook: if i was close by i’d buy u a meal as celebration but i don’t even know where u live

jeon jungkook: not tht ur obligated to tell me!!!

jeon jungkook: please don’t think i’m pushing you that wasn’t my intention

it’s the full sentence in his last text that sounds every bit like the man who waited for you to say goodbye to your friends and hesitantly approach you with an awkward smile and a more awkward wave of hand ‘hey’ before you acted like you didn’t know him and walked straight past him as if he was air.

x

it’s on the second week that you make arrangements to meet up at the cafe. because after two straight weeks of asking the other how their day went to complaining about the up tight kim naeun who keeps piling work on your desk before you even get at least two done - your conscience does not allow you to prolong the misery of a completely wonderful human being.

“i owe you an explanation.” wafts of smoke dances over the white bear on the surface of your latte as you shove both your hands into the pockets of your jacket, back leaned against the chair - perhaps it has something to do with jungkook’s arms that stretches over half of the table as he props his elbows somewhere just inches from its edge.

every time you get close to him, you feel the familiar burst of electricity course through your veins and it terrifies you how easily your foot takes a step forward and your hands shifting as though to hug him in greeting - before you root yourself in your spot, only allowing for a wave and a ‘hey.’

“before you say anything that will give me so much as a smidgen of hope-” jungkook holds a hand up, eyes of concrete resolution piercing through your own, “-i want you to know that it’s okay. it’s okay you have a boyfriend, girlfriend - someone you’re committed to because that could be a plausible reason, right?”

despite the steely fortress, you still manage to catch the faintest crack of desperation - as though that was a better reason than having been rejected by you because jungkook was, well - jungkook.

and that was far from the case. you want to tell him. want to reach out and hold his hands. want to clear that misunderstanding because within the limited time span you’ve known him, you know anyone that gets to be loved by him - but he’s wasted on you.

you don’t, do anything that is. or tell him anything.

“i’m not puking up petals,” he continues, shadows of creases beginning to form on his forehead, “and that means you don’t entirely dislike me - i hope.”

“i don’t.” this one, you have to say.

and just like that - even though he looked like he had plenty to say - he drops his gaze, rendering you unable to interpret what he’s thinking because the moment you met jeon jungkook, you know he’s a book with bled words and a walking story you’ll need a whole lifetime to finish. perhaps even write the ending of.

when he doesn’t seem like he plans to continue, you trace the handle of the cup- as though expecting it to wrap around your index finger in a mini hug. and so you tell him why.

you’re at a point in life where you think you can get higher than this - perhaps even become a manager in a few years. maybe buy a place on the better side of the city. but you’ll never get a car because you’re terrified of being behind the wheels. you’ve also hit that age where you prefer the solitude of eating instant noodles behind the windows inside the convenience store when you don’t feel like cooking.

as for kids - you have a brother and his wife is pregnant with their first child. you’ll be that aunt that gives your nieces or nephews whatever their parents wouldn’t give them just because you’ll have too much money and too little cause to spend it on.

“you would think someone who doubts the workings of fate would have a much more profound story to tell - but no, i don’t.” by the end of it, you’re the one avoiding jungkook’s eyes, gaze thrown to the moving world outside of the window, “i’m just content.”

“that’s completely valid.” jungkook’s voice brings you back to those doe eyes, a bashful curl on his lips, “makes me feel stupid for thinking you must’ve had someone special to be content.”

“it’s not stupid,” you counter, a smile of your own tugging on the corners of your lips, “just different.”

x

jungkook is ready to leave your life for good - or perhaps keep himself out of it because you made it clear that you don’t need a soulmate. 

it’s you who offer to show him the best barbecue place in town - the same one you went to in celebration of a job well done. it turns out jeon jungkook loves lamb skewers and he loves the one made by the old owner you call auntie kim.

in the next several weeks, you end up meeting every friday night - just because you enjoy jungkook’s company and on jungkook’s part, there’s still a trace of hope, a gleam of biological affection that comes from the cursive in on the inside of his wrist you don’t know how long he’s dreamed of finding the owner of. only for you to be everything he wasn’t expecting you to be.

but you are not entirely immune to his bunny smile and eyes that shrink into crescent moons and the endless collection of jackets he seem to own, each one differing with every meeting from the last.

on one of your countless meetings, jungkook slips a black leader jacket onto your shoulders because, “oh you know, i needed somewhere to hang my jacket on - it’s getting hot in here.”

you’re in the movies and the aircond is blasting at a minus degrees and he may or may have not noticed your hands clasped in between your legs.

and that’s when you know - you want jeon jungkook to meet your favorite people in life.

one way or another, you’re bound to each other but how you choose to treasure the other is completely up to you.

“you’re wasted on my daughter, boy.” your father narrows his eyes, as though if he squints hard enough, he’ll be able to see the strings of mistake made by fates just to confirm his claim, “you’re soulmates but you’re not even together - does that sound normal to you? i’ve never seen something like this happen before - never in my goddamn years of living!”

“maybe it’s time to put your other foot into the grave then, old man.” you can’t just sit idly as your own flesh and blood insult you - though it has more to do with getting a rise out of him than actually being offended by the truth.

and everyone at the table knows it. 

your father points his chopsticks at you, “yah, you ungrateful child.” he shakes his head but doesn’t say more - or rather, couldn’t.

“honey, don’t talk with your mouth full,” your mother, always the calm and collected one, doesn’t even bat an eye at her husband as she places a strip of meat in jungkook’s bowl, a hauntingly friendly smile on her lips, “eat up, son. you’re gonna need all the energy you can get to face the mule.”

“ah, thank you, ma’am.” jungkook lowers his head, smiling shyly at the welcoming gesture.

“oh my,” your mother coos, a hand covering her too-happy smile as she waves off the formality, “just call me mom - it’s like a blessing, my true second child has finally found his way home. it should have been you, jungkook-ah!”

“wait,” you shoot an accusatory look at your mother, “i’m not a mule - i’m an angel. you and dad called me that when i was a kid.

“yeah, that was before you grew up,” your father points out as if it’s the most obvious thing ever.

but then, if there’s ever anything you parents would agree on in a heartbeat - it seems, it’s the fact that they favor jungkook, their daughter’s soulmate, than said daughter.

x

it takes years for you to get promoted. now you have a bigger office than that miniature cubicle that was half the size of the cubicles in the toilet. your team still call you by your name. it’s like nothing has changed.

you’ve used up enough to buy an apartment - something bigger than the one you were renting off with more space and an extra room you’re planning to turn into a study.

“for what? so you can grill yourself to the bones on your off days?” jungkook’s laughter echoes off the walls the way it would with empty rooms.

he’s switched out his jackets with turtlenecks. if anything, it only serves to accentuate his sturdy looking chest and telltale abdominal muscles.

“i know my mom’s been getting more updates about me through you than through me,” you twirl on your heels, hands shoved into the pockets of your mustard loose pants, eyes narrowed at the brown haired man but the smile on your lips tells him you don’t mind, “but you gotta give me a head start here and let me buy the desk and shelves first so i’ll get to say i have no choice but to proceed with the study plan.”

jungkook hums, his own lips curling into a smile, “i don’t know - i’m gonna need a little... motivation to keep my mouth shut.”

he probably means a free lunch or a bag of chips or that new ps5 he’s been eyeing. but nothing could have prepared him for the blue cobalt box that you pull out from your pocket.

it takes a heartbeat for him to stare at the item in your hands as though he’s waiting for it to disappear so he can shake his head and call himself crazy and get it over with. but it’s still there as you twirl it in his face as thought it’s his favorite chocolate you have lying around in your pocket.

“what?” jungkook breathes out a laugh - it’s more disbelieve than humor.

“what.” he repeats the same word after he wedges it open and see the glimmer caught in the band.

his eyes follow your every movement as you pull out the silver band from the box, grip it in one hand as you get onto one knee, not quite caring about the dust that blankets the entire floor and countertops.

he doesn’t know it - but when he gets excited, he’d grit his teeth together while he smiles. and he would throw his hands up before keeping them in a tight grip over his head.

he’s doing that now too.

“i know this is all so backwards and we should at least date first but we’ve been to too many already - we just call them hang outs,” you clear your throat, “but jeon jungkook-”

“yes.” he speaks over you almost instantly - almost as though he only waited to see if you’re not about to pull a ‘that’s a friendship ring’ on him.

“i didn’t even finish!” your shoulder line jolts as you laugh, head thrown back at the comical but endearing sight in front of you.

still, you rise from your kneeling position when jungkook holds out his hand, muttering, “yes, yes, yes, yes,” your own squeals mixing together with his laugh when he picks you up and twirls you around the empty space. it is within a lapse of second, as he stares into your eyes through those crescent ones, dotted with the brilliance of a thousand clusters of stars, does he finally say, “i’ll marry you, goddamn it.”