#excuse my excessive amount of posts but i need to post all i forgot to post the last few weeks

[cart00ni]

i do NOT draw gnshn fanart anymore but i wanted to draw my favorite again

[mane--attraction]

Jotun Physiology Headcanon (with respect to one Loki Laufeyson)

A/N: I FORGOT I STARTED WRITING THIS. I created the draft on October 16, 2020 :,) I think the last time I edited it before this week was like 2022.

 A bit different than what's been on this blog so far, but I've had this concept for years and figured I'd put it out there in my own way. :)

MINORS DNI

Regardless of how “bestial” they are or not (the Asgardians are not exactly reliable narrators), the Jotuns are creatures of the cold; this much is clear. Therefore, one might assume that physical activities that generate too much heat would be less than ideal, especially ones that require skin-to-skin contact, even if they want to engage in it. So, for the continuation of their species, biology might have given them a further incentive: aphrodisiac sexual fluids. Ingesting it (both male and female fluids) is the most immediate way to gain any effects, although the chemicals that create the aphrodisiac portion can also be absorbed through the various membranes during sex (male-giving), although the results aren't as pronounced as swallowing the fluids.

So. Back to Loki. :)

Similar to how he is unable to cause frostbite and other Jotun things in his Asgardian illusion, the effects are less pronounced when Loki appears Asgardian. That isn’t to say it doesn’t work, because it definitely does, but not to the same extent as when he is visually a Frost Giant; in general, the effects double (at a minimum) in his true natural state. Asgardians are not affected much: they just get essentially a buzz, a little push; they may grow warm, a little extra arousal, but nothing major. Humans, being far removed from the conditions of the rest of the Nine Realms (magic and other various things that I have no knowledge of), are far more susceptible to its effects: even a fraction of fluid is enough to start something—a heat in the loins, quickening of the heart, an increased desire...and a full “dose”? Burning need, stronger than the most turned on a person has ever been, enough to take over their thoughts entirely, if it's allowed to get that far. And such an all-consuming desire can only be fulfilled in one way: engaging in sex with the one who caused this altered state. And, even then, it's a bit of a cyclical thing, because the more fluids enter the body, the longer the effects last...but if one does not fuck, then one will be incapacitated for at least a day or few, if not more, depending on how much has been consumed. And this is just the baseline from his Asgardian default; from his Jotun form, expect to become delirious with a need that nothing on Earth could even hope to instill in a person, enough to feel like one will go mad.

Side note: There is no such thing as "a little bit of cum" for male Frost Giants. Naturally, they're typically, well, giants, so it's proportional (mostly). This means that Loki produces an...excessive amount when compared to an Asgardian or a human, regardless of which form he takes. Not typically enough to overflow as an Asgardian, it's a bit more within believability then. As a Jotun, prepare to have him leaking down your thighs. Y'know, if your mind isn't leaking out of your head from wanting him so badly. :)

Did I write this whole thing just to excuse the fact that I wanted Loki to have aphrodisiac cum to write a couple particular scenes that may or may not ever be posted? Yes, yes I did.

[softyoongiionly]

Bunny Do

You and your husband live in a cottage together in the forest.

Welcome to a day in your life.

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Fluff, smut, slice of life au, domestic au, DO I EVER WRITE ANY OTHER KIND OF JUNGKOOK? No. I have a problem

Word Count: 5.4k

A/N: Well hey there. Look it’s Aqua, back with ANOTHER Jungkook domestic au. Seriously someone needs to stop me. This is just excessive at this point. Anyways, I freaking love you. Yes you. Hi, I love YOU. Ok bye.

this fic is dedicated to @bulletproofbirdy​ whom I love with my whole entire heart. The war has begun.

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Warnings: swearing, Jungkook abs, smut (18+ only plz)

Chaos is not something you’ve been apart of for quite some time.

You traded in your busy life of hustling and turned away the bustling city you were born in to retreat into what could only be described as paradise.

Sure, the bugs can be a bit overwhelming and mating season amongst your animal neighbors doesn’t provide the most serene of soundtracks but, it was home.

Home is now a small cottage nestled into the forest at the base of Mount Iridescence.  

The exterior is made of smooth grey stone and the roof, which your husband laid by hand, is made from the finest oak the two of you could find.  

Of course, the exterior is covered in greenery, it wouldn’t be a cottage paradise if it weren’t.

The front of the cottage is adorned with a massive flower garden full of white daisies, pink roses, yellow tulips and tons of baby’s breath.  

Your porch served multiple purposes; housing the ridiculous amount of plants you’ve nursed, providing shelter to the occasional racoon or squirrel and, allowing you and your husband to watch the sun kiss the crest of the mountains every evening.  

The interior of your cottage was intentionally simple. Other than your husband’s many homemade ceramic pieces, the main source of décor was of course, more greenery. White linen, chocolate colored clay and, delicate lace also accented the inside of your home.  

Behind the cottage was essentially a small zoo, complete with a dozen chickens, a handful of geese, a cow named Jezabel, a llama named Su and, two baby bunnies named Floof and Tokki.  

Beside the animals was a garden that provided many of the ingredients you use in your kitchen every day; broccoli, cauliflower, pumpkin, green peppers, jalapeños, garlic, thyme, parsley, tomatoes, strawberries, grapes and carrots. There was a lemon tree or two as well but, the garden was consistently expanded as you and your husband learned new ways to be better plant parents.  

The point is, you had made yourself a nice little life in the forest.

An odd trip into town occurred every week or so as well as visits to friends and family but overall, life had resigned to the small nook in the forest.  

You had never felt more at peace...

“JAGI,TOKKI IS MISSING!!!”

Your husband’s urgent call rips you out of your gratitude as you begin frantically looking towards the direction of his voice.

“What??? Are you sure?! We locked their little home last night didn’t we?”

You’re now questioning every life decision you’ve ever made and whilst you’d like to be absolutely certain you’d never do anything to endanger the lives of your two tiny fluffy children, the fear in your husbands voice is unsettling.

Finally he whips around the corner, his black hair flopping about as he does, eyes wide with panic.

“I can’t find him anywhere- I went to feed them and I can only see Floof!”

“You checked under the patch of bedding in the left corner? He’s always hiding under there...” You insure, your breathing slightly increasing.

He seems to deflate beneath your question and, suddenly a rush of pink comes across his cheeks, “I- well...ok I may have forgot to check underneath the bedding...”

He rushes out the last bit of his words before hastily running to the backyard. Despite your inability to keep up with your freakishly athletic husband, your anxiety is fueling your movements to the point that you aren’t far behind him.  

“Excuse me Su, Jezebel! Ge-Get out of my way please!”  

You hear him try and reason with the ladies currently blocking his path as he nearly trips over some stray chicken wire.  

“Slow down!” You call after him, slightly out of breath as you see Jungkook halt abruptly in front of the baby blue hutch housing the bunnies.

“Hi Floof, sorry to bother you again I’m just gonna-” Jungkook murmurs into the hutch as you finally catch up to him.

Eagerly, you peak over his shoulder, heart wildly thrashing in your chest as you see him lift up the fluffy padding on the bottom of their home.

Sure enough, Tokki is sleeping soundly beneath the padding, his small caramel colored body curled into a little ball, completely unaware of the panic over his disappearance.

“Oh god...babe I’m so sorry, I just freaked out I thought- I thought I let him out because, I was the last one out here last night.”  

You can hear the tightening in his voice and it sends a thousands pangs of sadness into your heart.

Kissing your teeth, you pull him into your chest, laughing gently as you pat his back.

“Hey, hey it’s ok sweetheart. He’s right here yeah? You’d never forget to lock them up.”

His hands quickly find the back of your cotton dress, clinging to you tigher than you’d expect before tucking his face into your neck.

With a kiss he mumbles, “ ‘m sorry I scared you, I was trying to finish all the chores since you worked so hard on the garden yesterday.”

“You’re so sweet.” You peck at his cheek, “And wonderful.” Another peck, “And amazing.” Peck. “And cute.” Your kisses move lower so they are focused on his neck, “And I love you.”

With the onslaught of kissing, Jungkook snickers and playfully wiggles away from you as the sensations overwhelm his sensitive skin.

Despite the bit of tears that stain his cheeks, his brilliant smile is out to play as his hands find your waist to pull you against him.

“Soft.” He teases, sniffling slightly but the love in his eyes is unavoidable, “I love you too...”

“You really want to talk about who is soft right now?” You quirk an eyebrow, “You’re still crying...”

At this he laughs, his body shaking as he pulls you in closer to him, the scent of his eucalyptus body wash enticing your senses.  

“Shhhh...” He giggles, pecking the shell of your ear playfully, “Our children are safe, let’s just pretend this never happened.”  

You giggle and shrink away from his kiss before your body seems to snap back like an elastic band, your arms wrapping around his waist.

“Fair enough. As long as you promise to check the ENTIRE hutch next time.”  

He nods, smirking against the side of your head, “Deal.”

As you pull away from him, you feel a pang of regret, wishing desperately that you were able to stay near him for the entire morning.

Or the entire day...

Or the entire year...

But who’s counting?

However, cottages do not tend themselves and while you have the strongest urge to pull your husband into your bedroom, you know that there are chores to finish.

Jungkook’s eyes are on you, like he’s reading the script inside your head and as much as you’d like to convince him (and yourself) that everything in there is PG, you both know it’s not.

Newlyweds are like that right?

All passion, no pause.

Sex, love, touching, laughing, getting drunk off of one another...

It’s a daily occurrence.  

The honeymoon phase isn’t supposed to last forever but, you’ve been back from your honeymoon for 4 years now and you swear you want him more than you did when you first met him.

He giggles then, like a school-boy, his eyes alight with mischief.

“Stop staring at me...” He tucks a finger underneath your chin, “Weirdo...”

His soft cherry lips tuck into yours then, slowly unwinding you with his kiss as his fingers delicately cup your face.

Of course you reciprocate, drinking up every bit of his affection that you can, your hands sliding beneath the white t-shirt that hangs loosely off of his body.

Jungkook shudders as he feels your fingers brush over his lower stomach, arousal beginning to bubble up in his gut.

However, you aren’t going to let his snarky comment go unpunished so as you peek an eye open you say, “The hutch is still open...”

With a pop, he pulls away from your kiss with wide eyes to check on the bunnies. Once he’s satisfied with their well-being, he gently shuts the hutch and turns back to you.

“Rude.” He remarks, trying to appear unamused, “I was literally trying to make out with you.”

A laugh leaves your lips, “You can make out with me later...” You lean in to peck the mole beneath his lip, “We have chores to finish.”

“wE hAvE cHorES to FInisH...” He mocks you playfully and snickers as he narrowly avoids your hand as you swat at him, “I’m kidding! I’m kidding you’re right...just c’mere one last time...”

Your eyes narrow in suspicion but because you are completely weak for him, you allow him to tug you against his chest once more.  

“I love you Mrs. Jeon...” He vows but this time, you can practically taste the sincerity in his tone as he kisses the side of your head, then your cheek, then your lips, “I’ll see you in a bit ok?”

With nothing but warmth in your chest, you offer him a cheesy smile and give him a proper hug.

“I love you too Mr. Jeon...”

As the two of you part ways he turns around to continue his tasks revealing to you the sculpt of his ass within his black jeans.

And of course, you smack it.

Because, who the hell wouldn’t?

“Don’t forget the chicken coop!”

You yell as he jumps a mile high.

“YAH!” He calls after you, chuckling to himself, his cheeks reddening involuntarily.

The rest of the morning passes easily.

You harvest the various herbs and produce from your garden, clean the bathroom, organize the refrigerator after your grocery delivery and catch up on some of your reading before deciding to make some lunch.

Jungkook had been out all morning as well: tending to the animals, fixing some of the fencing, weeding, repotting some flowers and, mowing the front lawn.

He’s probably feeling the same level of hunger that you are so, you head out to the backyard to ask him what he’s in the mood for.

It takes a minute for you to find him but, when you do...you really regret that you did.

His white t-shirt has been discarded over the fence; the only left adorning his body are the dark wash denim jeans, his black work boots and, sweat.

Before he even notices your presence, he pushes his sweaty mop of hair away from his face, squinting at the ray of sunshine currently in his eyes.  

He truly has no idea how attractive he is.  

But you certainly do.  

And you feel like you’re going to faint.

His wedding band catches the sunlight and it reminds you, once again, that this man is your husband.

Which is a fairytale within itself.

Jungkook rubs the back of his neck, wincing slightly before his hand slides down to rub over his stomach (abs), signifying in his own way that he’s hungry.

Which causes you to remember why you came to find him in the first place.

“H-hey babe!’” You call gently, your voice wavering.

Eyes widening a bit, he hones in on the sound of your voice, his face lighting up as he sees you.

“Yah! There she is! Are you all done?”

You smile, adjusting your clothes and wishing that your knees were kissing the soft grass of the garden.

Nodding, you step a little closer to him, trying to avoid full-on eye contact, “Yeah, I just finished up, do you want something to eat? I was gonna make lunch...”

“That depends...” He maneuvers his head to try and catch your attention, his body bending slightly in the process, “Are you on the menu?”

He has the audacity to throw a smirk and an over the top wink your way before immediately cackling as you roll your eyes.

“Shut up...” You shake your head, trying desperately to fight the urge to smile at him but when his face lights up with laughter, you have no other choice.

“Are you????” He insists loudly as he turns to sling his shirt over his shoulder, “I’m starving.”

The way he says the last part of his sentence is less funny as there is clearly some humor disappearing from his tone but, his charming smirk remains on his lips.

As he strolls over to you and, you almost have half a mind to retreat back into the house because, your ability to keep from ogling at him is slowly fading.

“I was going to make something with the broccoli I harvested this morning...” You insist, playfully turning away from him when he tries to lean down and kiss you.

"Kiss meee...” He pleads, pouting his pretty lips, the sweat still very present on his figure, “I’ve been working really hard.”

The way he whines at you is actually kind of hot and, coupled with his slick backed hair and his shirtless torso, it’s getting hard to bring yourself to remember why you originally came looking for your husband.

You oblige, kissing the salt from his lips, indulging in the musky scent emanating from his body.

Jungkook doesn’t like to be dirty but ever since moving to the cottage, he’s fallen in love with working outside and doesn’t focus so heavily on being spotless.  

“I came out here to ask you what you wanted to eat and, now you’re flustering me in the middle of our garden all over again.” You accuse, smiling against his lips, “You need to eat something, I didn’t see you take any fruit this morning.”

He rests his forearms atop your shoulders, grinning shamelessly, “If you weren’t so adamant on feeding me, I could be doing more than just flustering you.”

Jungkook really is an anomaly.

Hours earlier, he was crying into your neck over possibly letting out the bunnies and, now he’s using his charm and good looks to reduce you to a pile of lust.

Unfair.

“Did you not get enough last night? I’m pretty sure we were at it til after 1...”

Jungkook raises a brow, his grin never fading, “Did you? You’re the one pressing your thighs together right now.”  

“No, I’m not.” You lie but, to be fair, you didn’t even notice you were doing it until he pointed it out.

“Yes you are.”

“No, I’m just standing here.”

“Babe, we’ve been together for how long now? I know when you’re in the mood. I don’t know why you can never admit it.”

Because you’re stubborn.

You take one of his hands, leaving one of his forearms over your shoulder as you press a chaste kiss to his knuckles, “I don’t know why you think I’m in a mood. I’m simply asking you what you want for lunch and, its quickly turning into an interrogation.”

It’s impossible to hide the smile on your lips because, he’s completely right.

You are in a mood.

You've been in a mood for hours now.

Jungkook smiles softly, unconvinced, his thumb coming up to brush over your bottom lip, “Ok. Whatever you say. I need to shower really quick; do you need help with lunch?”

Are you disappointed that he didn’t keep at it? Yes.

Are you now left flustered and horny without a solution? Yes.

Do you still get a sense of satisfaction that your husband still tries to pursue even after so many years together? Also yes.

“Nope. I’m good. It should be ready in a half hour or so...” You lean up to press a kiss against his cheek, “Love you.”

A half smile comes over his mouth then, his eyes watching your lips, “Love you too.”

It’s later.  

You and Jungkook are sitting on your sofa, nestled under a blanket, eating homemade ice cream sundaes. The fire is crackling beneath the mounted television that is set to one of your favorite films whilst the world slowly goes to sleep outside your windows.

Life is sweet.

Literally.

“Yours looks so pretty jagi, how did you get the whipped cream to do that?”

Jungkook’s lips are pouted, his head tilting to get a better look at the perfect swirl of whipped cream atop your chocolate ice cream.

“I just swirled the can around in a circle.” You giggle, tucking your spoon into the fudgy scoop of ice cream in your bowl.

Jungkook is not satisfied with that answer at all and he looks sadly at the haphazard lines of whipped cream on his ice cream.

“Mine’s ugly...” His pout deepens, pushing his spoon around his bowl.

He’s freshly showered, his hair fluffy and damp, his skin moisturized and smelling like mint and sandalwood and now he’s pouting???

This man does not let you breath.

“It’s not ugly! It’s abstract.” You assure him, kissing the pout off his lips.

He doesn’t move even as you kiss him, his eyes eagerly looking towards the kitchen, “I wanna try again...”

The laugh that leaves your lips is unavoidable as you follow his gaze to the kitchen, “You want to try to top your sundae again?”

He deadpans, “Absolutely. I need to get this right. It doesn’t look like a sundae.”

“You’re just going to eat it babe, it’s fine. We can practice whipped cream swirls tomorrow.”

You’re still laughing a little bit and he’s chuckling too but the determination never leaves his eyes.

“No, nowwww.” He whines before pushing his bowl onto the coffee table and bounding over to the kitchen.

He plops back onto the couch, slightly out of breath with the can of whipped cream in his hands.

“Ok-” He grabs his bowl off the table and hands you the can, “Show me the motion again.”

You shake your head, smirking fondly at him whilst you set your bowl down where his was.

“Like this...”

You point the tip of the can downwards at his bowl and make a circular motion with your hand, glancing up towards him to insure he’s watching you.

“Ok- Ok I think I got it. Here...”  He gestures to the can, uncapping it before meticulously following the motions you demonstrated, and just like everything else Jungkook does, it comes out perfectly, “Yahhhhh letsgetiittttttt!!!!”

This has you in a fit of a laughter, your chest filling with joy at the sound of his excitement.

Jungkook shoves his sundae into your view, “Don’t laugh! See? It’s so much better now.”

You wipe the tear that’s forming at the corner of your eye, shaking your head at him, once more, “Yes baby, it’s so much better.”

He starts laughing again too because your joy is infectious and he is weak for your smile.

“Thank you. Your expertise is appreciated.”  

With that, he wraps an arm around you and pulls you into his side, placing a kiss on the top of your head, “You’re prettier than this sundae though don’t worry.”

You’re all too eager to cuddle in close with him, admiring the way he looks in his gray sweat suit and admiring the way he makes you feel even more.  

“I’m glad you find me more attractive than the sundae Jungkook.”

He just smirks, getting to work on his ice cream and as he pulls the spoon out of his mouth, he shrugs, “I find you more edible too but, you aren’t ready for that conversation.”

Although you know there is an err of immaturity to his jokes, they still affect you.

They make you feel like a giddy teenager, sick from the pure lust and attraction you feel for your crush.

The comment also sends a rush of heat to your cheeks but, you don’t say anything, you merely kiss his chest and cuddle closer to him.

He is satisfied regardless as he enjoys the fact that he can still make you blush, even if its with cheesy jokes.

The rest of dessert passes in comfortable silence.

Jungkook finishes before you and, offers to take the dishes to the sink whilst you straighten up the living room before bed.

As you’re folding the cream throw blanket that rests over the arm of your sofa, you feel two strong arms wrap around your waist.  

He wastes no time by slowly placing kisses down the side of your neck, his hands slowly up towards your breasts but stopping just beneath the swell of them.

“Is it that time jagiya? Can I make you feel good now?”  

His request is nearing a whisper, his lips brushing up towards your ear.

You lean back, resting your head on his shoulder whilst your hands settle over the tops of his.

After resisting him for the past 10 hours, you’ve grown tired of waiting.

“Yeah- it’s that time.” You whisper assuredly and at that, he spins you around, pressing his lips eagerly against yours.

His breath stalls a bit as your hands find his hips, squeezing gently whilst the two of you settle into the kiss.  

It’s getting too frantic for Jungkook’s liking as he has specific plans for you but, the way you’re kissing him and touching on him is getting to his headspace and he knows he has to stop you before you start kissing his neck.  

Because after that, he’s a goner.

“Come here...come sit on the couch for me.” He whispers into your mouth.

Jungkook has you on the couch seconds later, ridding you of your sleep shirt, leaving you in nothing but your panties.

Instinctually, your arms come around your stomach.

You’re not exactly insecure around your husband but, old habits die hard you know?

Jungkook immediately kisses his teeth, bumping your arms with his hand, “Ah ah...don’t hide from me please, I want to see all of you...” He assures you, as he has a million times but it never gets tiring.

To solidify his sentiment, he spreads your thighs gently and leans over and kisses all along your lower stomach, focusing on the areas he knows you don’t like.

He drags his nose across the band of your panties, looking up at you through his hair, “Did I ever tell you how beautiful I think you are?”

You giggle, brushing a hand through his hair to reveal more of his face to you, “I think you have yeah, once or twice...”

He raises an eyebrow, smirking at the sound of your giggle, “Once or twice? Aish that’s certainly not enough...”

“Maybe more than that...” You mumble, a shivering as he runs his nose along your panties again, one of his hands travelling up towards your breast, “All the time.”

He chuckles lowly, “That’s more like it.” He hums, pressing a kiss above your belly button as his fingers brush over your aching nipple, “It’s still not enough though...that’s why I married you. So I’d be able to tell you every single day.”

Your back arches against his hand whilst he slowly rubs over the sensitive skin, bringing it to a frigid peak.

“I love you.”  

It’s all you’re able to whisper at the moment because your arousal is starting to invade your ability to form sentences and he clearly has a plan to continue fucking with that.

“I love you jagiya...” Jungkook smirks, kissing over your stomach again before sinking onto his knees, “Can I tease you for a little bit? I wanna make sure your nice and ready for my tongue. That sundae didn’t fill me up enough...”

With a shaky breath you nod, parting your legs further but to be honest, you can’t imagine being anymore ready than you are right now.

“Close your eyes for me.”

You’re engulfed in darkness then, surrendering yourself to whatever he has planned for you.

“Thank you.” He kisses the top of your pussy, allowing his lips to linger there as he inhales, “Fuck- you smell really good. I know you’re probably ready now but, I really want to make you drip if I can.”

His comment causes you to inhale sharply, your nipples hardening almost uncomfortably as begins tickling his fingers up the length of your inner legs. His hands are so soft, so delicate as they touch you, stopping just outside the seam of your panties before travelling back up to your knees. Over and over again, he tickles your skin and eventually he starts tracing the edges of your panties with his fingers.  

“Touch your nipples for me. We’re almost there baby, just a little longer.”

He isn’t controlling you.

He isn’t in charge.

He just knows your body so well.

He knows how to make you feel good.

And fuck, if he doesn’t want to make you feel so so good.  

You follow his instructions, bringing your fingers to your nipples and rubbing back and forth over the tops of them, the sensations going straight between your legs as your husband continues his teasing.  

He slides his index fingers beneath your panties now, allowing the backs of them to brush against the lips of your pussy ever so gently, ignoring the throbbing knot of nerves that needs it the most.

When he’s done there, he focuses the tickling motion just on the outside of your panties, tickling his fingers up and down.

Over and over and over and over...

It’s getting a little overwhelming and, just when you’re about to say something he gasps in admiration.

“Oh look at that jagiya- you did it. You dripped all over your panties for me...”

He sounds genuinely proud of you and, you react to his praise instantly, your eyes opening to catch the smile on his lips.

The darkness in his eyes is obvious but there is mixture of adoration and deviance in there too.

He’s going to destroy you.

“Good girl...” He tickles his fingers over your panties once more before kissing the top of your kneecap, “Are you ready to get your pussy eaten now?”

Your fingers are still lingering on your nipples, your legs twitching at his touch.

You're completely enamored with him.

His praise is addicting and you never want it to end.

“Please.” You clear your throat, brushing a hand through his hair, “Yes please.”

He smirks, almost darkly as he kisses the side of your wrist, “My sweet girl...”

It’s the last thing he says before he’s slipping off your panties and getting to work.

He starts by kissing down the length of your lips a few times but, he knows that the time for teasing his over.

You feel his tongue between your lips then, searching for your swollen clit before getting to work on it.

As he licks you towards bliss, his hands are wandering all over you, squeezing at your hips, brushing over your breasts, rubbing at your stomach.

He wants you to know how much he loves pleasing you.

He groans at the taste of you, his dick hardening almost painfully, precum staining the seam of his sweat pants.  

“I- Jungkook I’m gonna cum.” You whisper, hands tangling in his hair as he focuses all of his attention on your clit, licking at it faster and faster.

“Mhm- I know, you’re twitching all over the place for me. Let me taste it beautiful...”

The pleasure launches itself into your senses then, taking up every square inch inside of your body.

You feel your toes curling against the carpet, the back of the couch damp with your own seat as you press your hips towards Jungkook’s mouth.

When it’s over, he’s kissing you and his eagerness accidentally causes him to bite your lip harder than he intends to.

“Shit sorry- I'm so worked up right now. Eating you out makes me crazy...” He whispers shakily and you actually feel for him.

His erection looks painful beneath the confines of his sweat pants and, you want nothing more than to suck the discomfort away.

“Me too- it's ok.” You assure him, brushing his hair away from his face, “Switch me. It’s your turn.”

You don’t have to tell him twice.

He’s on the couch, tugging off his sweatshirt, which was sticking to his skin, his hair a mess as he leans back against the couch.

His body is beautiful; tan, toned and covered in little marks that are specific to Jungkook:

Little moles, various old scars and tan lines from working in the sun so much.

He is beautiful, it’s painful.

Chest heaving with excitement, he ushers your mouth to his “Please ride it, I wanna hold you.”

Who are you to refuse him when he asks so politely?

After yanking his sweats off, you’re sitting aside him seconds later, kissing his mouth like your life depended on it.

“Wasn’t our sex life supposed to go stale at this point? What are we doing right?” He jokes, his hands roaming over your back whilst you line him up with your entrance.

“There’s something in the water up here I think.” You giggle and he follows suit, nudging your nose as he tugs you closer to him.

“Oooh good theory.” He smirks and as you sink down on him, he locks eyes with you, allowing you to see his most vulnerable self.

In the midst of pure bliss...

His eyes widen as you engulf him, mouth opening at the sensation before his forehead falls against yours.

“Fuck.”  

Bracing your hands behind his head, you start a pace you know will lull him into bliss, all while keeping your eyes on him.

The gaze is so intense between the two of you but with the only sound being labored breathing and your skin slapping together, Jungkook snickers.

“Why does it have to sound like that?” He whispers, burying his face into your neck when you laugh.

“It’s not a cute sound.” You agree, giggling despite sinking feeling in your stomach.

Jungkook’s dick is a work of art and it’s more fulfilling than anything you’ve ever experienced.  

It’s going to make you cum again regardless of the unsavory noises filling the living room.  

Speaking of cumming, Jungkook seems to be getting further away from humor as you start to bounce faster on him.

“O-oh shit. Okay- fuck keep going jagi. Please keep going- like that...” He moans now, which is something he only reserves to inform you that he’s really close, “Shit. It feels so good.”

To solidify his fate, you usher his face out of your neck to lock eyes with him again.

“Yeah? I want you to feel good. Are you gonna cum inside for me?”

“Yeah...” He nearly chokes when you tighten around him, holding onto your hips for dear life.

“Let me feel it beautiful. Cum for me.”  

Using his own words against him was a dirty move but, Jungkook makes no complaints and follows your instruction.

His stomach caves in with the force of his breath as he spills himself inside of you, digging his nails into your hips as he does.

You’re not far behind and with a hand between your legs and your husband whispering encouraging words into your ear, you soon meet the same fate.

The two of you stay wrapped up in one another for quite some time before deciding to clean each other up.  

Straightening up the living room was a fruitless endeavor as your clothes end up abandoned on the floor anyway.  

You simply can’t be bothered as you usher a very naked, very happy Jungkook to your bedroom.  

Beneath the cool cotton sheets, he pulls you against his chest, humming contently.

“I wish I could marry you again- that'd be pretty cool.”

In the darkness, you smile rubbing your face playfully against his skin.

“Mmm no. This time, I’m definitely marrying you.”

He scoffs, “Uh no. You married me last time. I wanna marry you this time.”

“Um? You literally proposed to me last time so no, you married me. This time I get to marry you.”

He snickers, “Oh so are you gonna propose to me this time?”

“Yeah- then I’m gonna marry the heck out of you.”

The lack of light prevents you from seeing how big his smile really is but, you do feel the kiss he places between your eyes, “Fine. I’ll allow it but, only because I love you.”

You unknowingly return his smile, hugging him tightly, “I love you too.”  

[engie-ivy]

Azkaban is made to take away all that you love. Sirius Black just wishes he hadn't loved Remus Lupin so much.

Post-Azkaban, Lie low at Lupin's, Wolfstar angst

“I miss you,” Remus says before he’s even aware he’s saying it. “I miss you so much.”

Sirius looks back at him with his sunken and hollow eyes. Empty. “I wish I could miss you too.”

I wish I could miss you

Remus sets down the mug in front of Sirius. Sirius doesn’t look up. He’s staring ahead in the distance, but Remus doesn’t think he’s actually seeing anything. Or maybe he’s seeing too much. Remus can’t tell these days. The times where he used to know exactly what Sirius was thinking with just a single glance are far behind them.

“I don’t feel guilty about it anymore, you know,” Sirius suddenly says.

Remus doesn’t respond.

“Hardly remembering you, I mean.”

“I don’t suppose you should. It wasn’t a choice.” Remus voice sounds flat. Emotionless. Like he has felt every emotion in excessive amounts. Anger at Sirius’ betrayal, happiness at discovering his innocence, fear and relief for his safety, hurt at finding out Sirius forgot, not even about him, but about them, and eventually the unrepentant pain of losing Sirius yet again. Now, he has nothing left to feel. Just numbness. Remus doesn’t know what he prefers.

“The Dementors,” Sirius says, and now Remus looks up. They have talked about before, they have talked about after, but they have never talked about those twelve years in between.

“Their only purpose is to suck it out off you, everything that’s good, pure, comforting, happy.” Sirius keeps staring in the distance while he speaks. “I remember everything from my childhood at Grimmauld place, as there was never much comfort there. I remember Prongs and Lily vividly, as every memory of them is tainted with guilt and pain. I remember Peter. Of course I remember Peter. I cannot think of him without feeling hurt and betrayal. But you...”

Sirius now turns his head to look at Remus. His eyes are the same shade of grey they’ve always been. The shade of grey Remus can picture in his dreams. But there used to be a sparkle there. Sometimes of unbridled excitement, sometimes of mischief. That sparkle is gone now, and Remus knows for good.

Sirius focuses on Remus’ face. “I hardly remember you.”

Remus says nothing. What is there to say? He thought he would envy Sirius, but he realises that he doesn’t.

He remembers a sixteen year-old Sirius, blushing and staring down at his feet, while asking Remus if he wanted to go to Hogsmeade with him, talking so fast Remus could hardly make out the words. He remembers laughing fondly, shaking his head, and saying of course, they always all go together, don’t they? He remembers walking away to their table in the Great Hall, but Sirius shouting after him for the whole hall to hear ‘I meant as a date!’. He remembers turning around and meeting Sirius’ gaze, nervous, but determined and sincere, and his whole world, his every thought and feeling, suddenly slotting into place. He remembers brushing his fingers against Sirius’ hand while they were walking through the snow together, and the surge of happiness he felt when Sirius firmly clasped their hands together. He remembers trying to muster up his courage on top of the Astronomy Tower, only to have Sirius, ever so brave, beat him to it, and kiss him for the first time. He remembers Sirius sneaking into his bed at night, nuzzling his nose in his neck and whispering ‘I love you’. He remembers waking up in Sirius’ arms in their new flat for the first time. He remembers Sirius decorating said flat with a ridiculous amount of pictures of him, and him flat out refusing to invite anybody over until at least half of them were taken down. He remembers the mistletoe Sirius hung all around the house for their first Christmas together in their new home, like he still needed an excuse to kiss him. He remembers dancing with Sirius at Lily and James’ wedding, drunk on alcohol, happiness and love. He remembers Sirius saying he’s heard a weird rumour that fateful October night, and that he’ll go over to Godric’s Hollow to check up on Prongs, Lily and Harry. He remembers Sirius giving him a quick kiss and promising him he’ll be back soon.

Each memory makes him want to rip his shattered heart out off his chest, but he wouldn’t trade with Sirius if he could. He wouldn’t loose those memories for the world.

“Though it pains me that I wasn’t able to hold on to even the memory of you,” Sirius says. “In some way it’s a consolation, to know that at that time there was at least one thing I associated with nothing but pure goodness, comfort and happiness.”

“I miss you,” Remus says before he’s even aware he’s saying it. “I miss you so much.”

Sirius looks back at him with his sunken and hollow eyes. Empty. “I wish I could miss you too.”

And Remus’ heart breaks. It surprises him that there’s even enough left of it to break.

“But I don’t feel guilty about it anymore,” Sirius repeats. “After all, in a place that’s made to take away all that you love, what chance did I have at keeping you?”

[honey-dewey]

Dye Day Disasters Part Two

Pairing: Shane ‘Dio’ Morrissey/Reader

Word Count: 1,594

Warnings: Mentions of spicy times, but nothing explicit. 

Permanent Taglist: @phoenixhalliwell @star-wars-hell

Three months after you and Dio dye your hair for the first time, he makes a deal with you. You can go with him when he visits his sister if he gets to pick your next hair color. I’m sure that won’t be a decision you regret, right? (Spoiler alert, it isn’t.)

A/N: This is a shameless continuation of a story I posted yesterday, Dye Day Disasters. I have no shame and apparently no self control either. Oops. 

You sighed, kicking your feet and waiting. You’d never been good at waiting, but with Dio, waiting patiently got you rewarded, so you were willing to sit by the door and simply wait.

Dio had gone out to the store for dyes and other stuff, and you and him had struck a bargain before he had left. You were both headed out to visit his sister, and he agreed that he’d take you with him for the visit if and only if he got to pick your hair color this time around. You’d relented. In the months since Dio had dyed your hair the first time, you’d gone through plenty of colors, your favorite still being the deep teal with blue streaks that made you look like a mermaid. But now, the fate of your hair was in Dio’s hands.

The door opened, and you eagerly jumped up, seeing Dio walk in with the bag of goodies. “Were you waiting on the floor for me?”

“No!” You lied, hugging Dio tightly. “C’mon, we’re gonna be late.”

Dio smiled, putting the bag down. “Calm down darling. Everly knows we’ll probably be late.”

You pouted. “We won’t be late!”

Grabbing your hands, Dio leaned in close. “Oh really? Because you do get a reward for sitting pretty while I was gone.”

So you were definitely going to be late. Dio rewarded you while you both showered, staying in until the water ran freezing. After that, you had to take care in covering the budding bruises Dio left all over your skin. Yeah, definitely going to be late.

And you were. Thankfully, not by much. Everly, who you’d only met once or twice, was eager to see you, happily hugging you and smiling when you winced at her tight embrace. “Oh honey,” she said. “Did Dio ruin you last night?”

“This morning,” you admitted sheepishly. “I’m gonna get even with him, I swear.”

Everly laughed. “Well, come in!”

You followed her through her house, Dio behind you. Everly chatted to you both, leading you into the garage, which was set up like a one man salon.

“This is where I do most of my work,” she said. “And if I’m not wrong, Dio texted me and told me we’d be using it.”

Dio nodded. “Just dyeing,” he said. “Nothing ridiculous.”

Everly groaned overdramatically. “Fine,” she said. “But, and do remind me to show off the photos, you looked so fun with bubblegum pink hair. Who’s first?”

Dio pointed to you. “They need bleach.”

You grinned. “Yeah. Learned that one the hard way. I was orange for a while when we tried to go from yellow to red.”

“That’s just basic color theory,” Everly said, pointing to the chair. “Sit. What color are we doing?”

Dio pulled Everly aside and showed her the dye, and she eagerly nodded. “Oh that’ll look so good!” She said happily, turning back to you. “But definitely bleach first, to make it pop.”

Still in the dark about your hair color, you said a silent goodbye to the slightly faded navy blue color you had now while Everly pulled a towel that was already bleach stained across your shoulders. “So,” she said, grabbing a bottle of bleach and measuring a decent amount into a bowl. “How goes it baby brother?”

Rolling his eyes at the baby brother comment, Dio began to tell Everly about life. You added bits when he missed something or said something wrong, but you mostly just listened as Everly bleached your hair.

Finally, once you were fairly certain you were going to fall asleep, Everly put the bleach bowl down and nodded. “Alrighty,” she said. “C’mon up now. I gotta fix all of that.” She gestured in Dio’s general direction and you suppressed a smile. “And it might take a while.”

You stood and Dio took your place, shedding his jacket and watching Everly in the mirror. “Have you talked to Brynn recently?”

Everly shrugged. “Yeah. She was here a few weeks ago,” she said, shaking out a cape and pulling it over Dio’s shoulders. “She’s doing well. We went dress shopping.”

Dio nodded, putting his chin to his chest when Everly pushed his head down. “That’s good,” he said.

“Yeah,” Everly agreed. “Oh, and Viv says hi. I saw her yesterday. She was disappointed she couldn’t see you.”

“She lives down the street from me,” Dio said. “She can literally walk to my apartment and visit.”

Everly laughed. “You know Viv. She won’t do it.”

Dio rolled his eyes, and you smiled. Sometimes you forgot how well Dio got along with his sisters.

“Okay baby bro,” Everly said, ruffling Dio’s hair once she was done, in her words, neatening him up. “Hop up. It ain’t your turn anymore.”

She didn’t make Dio get up, mostly because you and him didn’t need to swap places yet. Instead, she sat you in front of a sink and rinsed the bleach away, humming. “So,” she said, looking down at you. “When’s he gonna propose?”

You heard Dio drop something, and you almost knocked your head on the side of the sink in shock. “What?”

Everly laughed. “You two have been together for ages,” she said. “And when I mentioned I was seeing Dio, mom made me promise to ask when you two were getting married.”

“Everly, I will stab you with something,” Dio said, sounding strained.

“And we have not been together for ages,” you added. “It’s been two years.”

Everly rolled her eyes. “You’ve known each other for almost five though,” she said.

“Still not getting married!” You said, and Everly smiled.

“Okay, okay, I’m just the messenger,” she said, wrapping your head in a towel. “Dio. Up.”

Dio stood, sitting where you’d just been while you took his place. Everly dried your hair, asking Dio to turn some music on while she worked. He did, hooking her phone up to an aux cord and immediately flinching at her selection of music. “ABBA? Really?”

“Excuse you!” Everly said over the hair dryer. “ABBA is excellent!”

Dio said nothing, and out of the corner of your eye, you could see him tapping his foot along to the music.

“Finally, the fun part,” Everly said eagerly, turning the chair around so you couldn’t see yourself in the mirror. “Dio, wanna help?”

Dio eagerly got up, standing on your left while Everly took your right.

“Is it gonna be half-and-half again?” You asked. Dio shushed you, putting on gloves and beginning to carefully section your hair. So that was a yes.

Everly mixed the colors behind you, handing Dio a bowl and smiling. “Here we go.”

Between Everly and Dio, the process was much quicker than it was at home. Everly was done first, and began to prep Dio’s black dye while he finished up his side of your head.

Finally, when your hair was entirely coated in dye, you stood so Dio could sit. You tried to sneak a peek in the mirror exactly once, and found yourself unsuccessful and completely deterred from doing it again. Unsuccessful because Everly had put a black towel around your head and deterred because Dio pinched your thigh really hard. “No peeking.”

You pouted, making a very dignified face at Dio and humming along to ‘Killer Queen’ while Everly worked black dye into Dio’s hair.

Finally, he joined you, and you pouted in his direction.

“What?”

“You pinched me!”

Dio smiled. “Would you like me to kiss it better?”

Your pout disappeared. “Can I pinch you back?”

Sighing, Dio bared his arm, and you pinched the sensitive skin on the inside of his elbow. He didn’t even flinch.

“You’re both dorks!” Everly said from across the room.

You smiled, standing up and plopping back down on Dio’s lap, leaning against his chest. He immediately accommodated for you, shifting so you’d both be comfortable.

“Yeah, dorks,” Everly decided, sitting in her chair and swinging around slowly. She held up her phone. “Say hi to Viv.”

You both waved to the phone, and Everly sent the video. “Alright. Forty five minutes. Are y’all in the mood for a movie?”

The answer was yes, mostly because Everly put on Corpse Bride. It was one of Dio’s favorites, so you two stayed cuddled up and watched the first half of the movie. When Everly’s timer went off, you reluctantly stood and stretched, sitting at the sink again and damn near falling asleep as she rinsed the excess dye out.

After a very lengthy blow dry session where Dio was adamant you still couldn’t look, you were allowed to turn around.

“Oh my god,” you breathed, finally seeing your hair. “Dio, I love it!”

Dio smiled. “I knew you would.”

Your hair, which had been navy at the start of this ordeal, was now split between baby blue and a paler pink, reminding you of cotton candy.

Everly grinned. “He picked well. I have to say, not everyone can pull these colors off.”

After that, Dio’s hair was washed and dried, and Everly made good on her promise to send you home with Polaroids of Dio with highlighter pink hair. You waved goodbye, promising to come back soon.

“Did you have fun today?” Dio asked as you two got in the car to go home.

“Yeah,” you said, yawning. “I’m exhausted though.”

Dio smiled. “Get some rest. And thank you for trusting me.”

You leaned back, cradling your head between the car seat and the door. “Wasn’t any question about it Dio,” you said softly. “I’ll always trust you.”

“Always?”

“Always.”

[that-random-citizen]

Writeblr Intro

Apparently I haven't done one of these yet so here we go

About me

Hey! I'm a person who writes and has too many projects unfinished. Let's be friends!

So, what can I say about me?

This is my side blog dedicated to writing. I go by L. and I'm 21 years old. I'm Portuguese and my pronouns are she/her. INTP?? Let's just get to it

You inspired me to write this intro. Yes, you. I really like reading about all of you and your stories, makes all my writing process less lonely because now I know there's a bunch of other people out there... who also struggle to write...

Let's struggle together, my friends!

I started writing stories a long time ago but only in 2019 I finished one completely. And after that, I started trying not to give up on my projects after only 3 chapters. It's been a challenge!

Although a lot of my WIPs feature romance, I have no idea why. I like a lot of stuff. So I tend to write a lot of stuff. This stuff that I'm talking about are the genres. Yes, I'm good with words. I love mystery, thriller, comedy, fantasy, I don't really remember much more but yeah, you got the idea...

I'm very character driven so I tend to focus a lot on my characters when writing. That's the reason why I excuse my excessive amount of daydreaming instead of putting my thoughts on paper. I'm just developing the idea! It needs to reach its final form... And so, I can't really move on if I don't know my characters like the back of my hand and that's why it's been 7 years on that one WIP (introduced a little down below)

I reblog a lot of memes and writing advice that I like. I also like reblogging your WIPs because they're all so good and you guys have amazing ideas and beautiful layouts. I wish I could read all your stories! I may try to up my game and add some mood boards when I introduce my characters. I don't usually write in English so I'm not sure about posting excerpts but I'll be keeping my WIPs updated in terms of how they are doing and character wise. I can also talk about random ideas and new WIPs that cross my mind. It's an infinite number of possibilities. And that's why I don't gamble.

I'm quite random and so I have a hard time focusing on one thing for to long. And that, my dudes, brings us to a very high number of unfinished WIPs that I can't keep track of. Here's the list:

WIPs

I have to many to count (27). These are the ones I'm trying to focus on right now:

The 4 Elements

It's been 7 years!

Basically I came up with this story because my brother asked me to write it and I was trying to make him more interested in reading books so I decided I was going to write something he wanted to read. Uh, that's a long and confusing sentence... if only I had editing skills!

Anyways, then it became this big conversation topic between us and I developed it a lot over that summer. And in the past years. It also has some clichés that I see a lot on TV that I'm not that fond of and so I decided to give them a little twist with this book

It's a superhero story!? And is my longest running project (I guess)

It's a series of 4 books from which I have a good grasp of what I want to write but one of the main characters is still a mystery to me so... I'm struggling!

Like, what is her motivation? I can't really find her voice, she's the "leader" and the only one who carries a braincell in the entire series and yet... What is her conflict in the story? I guess we have to wait another 7 years to find out...

Found family trope because that's my reason to live

A lot of chaotic energy

Four idiots who can control the elements

A lot of backstory

Some bad guys

It's a fantasy book. Or a sci-fi? I'm not sure

I'm going to write the second draft of the first book by this summer... hopefully

Reverse Fairytale

I don't know what to say about this one

I like taking clichés and reversing them somehow so I guess this is it

There's a princess trapped in a tower, a bunch of knights, a bunch of witches and a kingdom to overthrow

Very soft, very sapphic

There are only women loving women and an ace boy who has a pet dragon

Fantasy. There are a lot of fairy tale books involved

It's also romance and... why do I do this to myself?

Even the subplot is a romance - it's about a mermaid and a pirate and a curse but that's a spoiler so let's move on

Helena's Trial

This one I just want to get the outline done

I really liked this idea but I forgot to write it down and now I'm going through it to get it back

Another thing about me: I have terrible memory

It's about this angel and this devil who realize that they were guarding the same person - Helena

And in this universe, there can only be one guardian for each human depending on the fate that is given to someone as they are born

If you're destined to do good things you get a guardian angel

If the big boss says you're going to be evil, you get a devil to guard you and you have to be evil, no chance of changing back your destiny

Another corrupt system that it's getting overthrown

Helena has both an angel and a devil guarding her so they have to realize her destiny fast because she's destined to die in 24 hours, on her wedding day

The angel and the devil knew each other before they died and so it's a little awkward

It's a little enemies to lovers in that area

There are also cupids and a big Goddess who wants revenge

Fantasy

There's a screenplay...

So I'm trying something here but I'm still not sure.

I have about 100,000 words of backstory and that isn't even over yet and I'm trying to write a TV series screenplay.

I literally don't know why

It's a comedy so I had a really great time getting to make my characters be complete idiots but I have no idea how to write this and it's been a ride...

That's about it. I'm having new character ideas but I don't want to get myself wrapped around them yet. But my next big thing is going to be a horror novel (with chaotic energy and some idiocy, the only things that are a constant in my works) so if you have any tips, let me know. I tend to write in every genre. I thrive for it actually. I think it's a good experience to figure out what I truly enjoy and the things I wouldn't want to touch with a 10-foot pole

Anyways, feel free to interact, I'll be making an effort to be more active about my WIPs and post more about them here. Maybe it's the little push I need to focus on them and actually finishing one for a change. You can drop a message anytime, let's be friends and writing buddies!

[lunetheaveragefan]

‘one day...’

Hey y’all! This chapter was supposed to be posted last Monday but last week was so busy for me and I forgot. So finally, here is chapter 7! Chapter 8 was supposed to be posted next week, but I’m going to continue with my typical two week schedule so I don’t forget again! Hope you enjoy!

A Sander Sides high school AU

Pairing: Prinxiety and some background Logicality

Summary: Virgil is used to being alone. He only has one friend, Logan. But when Logan makes a new friend, things begin to change as two more join their group. Roman, a boisterous theater kid, seems determined to destroy Virgil’s lonely, average life. How much will Virgil’s life change?

Warnings: swearing; brief mention of a panic attack; eating; if you notice anything else, let me know!

Word Count: 2557 words

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CHAPTER SEVEN

Virgil exits the auditorium with Patton and Logan, grinning.

“He did so good!” Patton exclaims. Before either of the others have a chance to respond, Patton continues, “It was like he was a completely different person! Here, let’s go congratulate him!” Virgil and Logan follow Patton down a few crowded hallways, weaving in and out of people talking to other members of the cast. 

“Roman!” Patton yells, waving his arms. Virgil catches sight of Roman, stepping out of a set of heavy doors. Behind him, it’s dark, but Virgil can make out a folding table and the edges of black curtains. Backstage. Then, a group of people walk in front of them, and Virgil loses sight of Roman.

Without hesitation, Patton grabs Logan’s hand and begins to shove people aside, muttering a few cheerful ‘Excuse me’s and ‘Sorry’s. Before Virgil has a chance to get a hold of Logan, they’re lost in the crowd. 

Well, what the heck do I do now? Virgil wonders, chuckling softly. A hand brushes his arm at the same time a voice says, “Hey. Where are the others?”

After seeing who it is, Virgil laughs and answers, “They went to look for you.” Roman slaps his forehead with his palm, uttering a sound that’s half-sigh, half-laugh. He rises up to his toes, straining to look over people’s heads.

“This same goddamn thing happens every year. You would think we’d learn by now.” Roman looks back down at Virgil, and at the very second he does, Virgil sees Patton pop up above the rest of the crowd. Pointing so Roman will see, Virgil waves his other hand to catch Patton’s attention. It works, and Roman grabs Virgil’s hand, causing his heart to skip a beat. 

After a lot of pushing and shoving, the two of them reach Patton and Logan, standing pressed up against the wall next to a chair. So that’s how Patton got so tall all of a sudden. The second Patton sees them, he starts to gush about the performance.

“That was so good, Roman!” Patton exclaims clapping his hands in glee. He bounces on the balls of his feet, a wide smile spread across his face. “We all loved it and we’re so proud of you and it sounded so good and I think Virgil might’ve even been crying—” Virgil blushes when Roman looks at him with a shocked expression—“I’m not sure I couldn’t see through my own tears. But for real it was so good, like, I can’t even believe it was put on by high schoolers—” Logan places a hand on Patton’s shoulder. The action confirms to Virgil that Logan definitely has some sort of crush on Patton; Logan never really touches anyone in any way, with the occasional exception of Virgil. 

“Sorry,” Patton says, grinning sheepishly. Roman chuckles and looks at Patton, appreciation covering his face.

“It’s okay. I’m glad you came. All of you.” Roman’s smile at him, although no more than a few seconds, makes butterflies erupt in Virgil’s stomach. He smiles back hesitantly, an intense debate going on in his head.

C’mon, tell him how much you liked it! one side says. 

No! He won’t think it’s sincere. He’ll just figure you’re copying Patton, the other says back. 

Maybe he will take it seriously! Maybe then you’ll have a better chance with him!

Better chance? You don’t actually like him, do you?

Of course he does! The butterflies, dreams, that’s the only logical conclusion!

Shut up, Virgil interrupts. I’ll tell him good job, but as a friend. Because I don’t like him. He’s still Roman Princeford. Have you all forgotten what happened freshman year? That ends the argument in its tracks. He gathers his courage, a rolling knot of apprehension twisting in his stomach.

“Yeah, it was really good, Roman,” Virgil compliments. “Although, Patton, you didn’t need to freaking snitch on me and how I was crying.” Patton shrugs, like ‘What can you do?’ Virgil chuckles, shaking his head. 

“Wait, you were actually crying?” Roman asks. When Virgil turns back to look at Roman, he bursts out laughing at his face. It’s filled with complete and utter shock, eyes wide, mouth in a small, disbelieving ‘o’ shape. It seems so much like a face a cartoon character would make that Virgil can’t control his laughter. “What?”

“Your—Your face—” Virgil manages between wheezes. Roman punches Virgil in the arm.

“Stop. That’s not nice.” His words sound angry, but he’s smiling and his tone — and punch — are light. 

“Sorry, sorry,” Virgil says, taking deep breaths to hold the laughter in. “It was just so comically shocked. But yes. I did actually cry. And don’t seem so surprised this time.” 

“Honestly, your laugh was more surprising. I don’t think I’ve ever heard you laugh like that. It’s a nice sound,” Roman admits, his face filled with something that seems awfully close to adoration. But then he blinks, and his smile is just an ordinary, million-dollar, Roman Princeford smile. It wouldn’t matter if he said it with contempt, because the compliment would’ve still sent a flood of warmth through Virgil. His heart is racing, but this time, not out of panic. 

Tearing his eyes away from Roman and trying to inconspicuously grit his teeth, which is no easy feat, Virgil thinks, What is going on? It’s just a compliment. It’s not like you have a crush on him or anything. 

“Anyway,” Roman starts, addressing the whole group, “I better go find my parents so they can fawn over me like I’m next Lin-Manuel Miranda or Leslie Odom Jr.” Upon seeing everyone’s blank looks, his eyes widen and he says, “Hamilton stars? Only some of the best singers to ever step foot on Broadway? Voices like goddamn angels who can, for some reason, also rap?” When everyone shakes their head, he sighs. “I swear, you guys must be living under a rock. But anyway, Imma head out. We’ll meet by door 10 at, say, 9:00, for the sleepover?” 

Patton and Logan nod their heads and immediately start talking to each other, Patton’s hands moving animatedly.

“Sleepover?” Virgil asks. 

“Yeah, Patton and I have a tradition where after every show or any big event with one of our activities, we have a sleepover. Even if it went terribly. He didn’t tell you?” Virgil shakes his head. Roman smiles and continues, “Well, you won’t want to miss it. Door 10 at 9, got it?” Once Virgil gives him confirmation, Roman turns and disappears into the crowd.

Virgil stares after him, a strange feeling welling up inside him. And this time, when the possibility of a crush comes up in his thoughts, he doesn’t dismiss it immediately. 

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Virgil sits against Roman’s wall, an excessive amount of pillows behind his back, wrapped in a blanket like a burrito, a comparison that Patton has already, unfortunately, made.

“I still cannot comprehend how you possibly require this immense amount of pillows,” Logan persists. He can’t stop marveling over how many pillows Roman has on his bed. It’s about the 4th time he’s mentioned it.

“Logan, dude, just let it go,” Virgil chuckles, throwing the stuffed bear next to him. It hits Logan, who’s sitting on the floor, square in the side of his head. He opens his mouth to protest, but Roman interrupts him.

“Hey, don’t throw King Snuffles. He doesn’t deserve this abuse.” Roman leans over to pick the bear off the floor. Cradling it in his arms, he glares at Virgil. 

“You named your bear King Snuffles?” Virgil questions, not all that surprised. Roman gasps and fakes being offended.

“Yes,” he replies, his voice scandalized. “And what the hell of it?” Virgil puts his hands up in surrender.

“Woah. Nothing, I guess, if you’re going to get so defensive about it.” He pulls the blanket, which fell down when he put up his hands, back around him. There’s too much on his head, so it falls in front of his face. Before he can reach up to push it up, a hand does it for him. Roman smiles at him, patting his head after setting the blanket there. Virgil rolls his eyes.

He hopes the yellow-orange LED lights and the shadows from the blanket hide the blush creeping across his cheeks. 

“I’m hungry so I’m gonna head and get snacks,” Roman announces, turning and sling his legs over the edge of the bed to stand. Patton bolts to his feet. 

“No, no, I’ll do it,” he says, clearly up to something. “And Logan will come with me.” 

“Well, actually—” Logan begins. Patton elbows him, and he changes course. “I guess I’m going with.” On their way out, Patton gives Roman an exaggerated wink. Roman, in lieu of a response, gives him an exasperated, I’m-so-done kind of look. Virgil can’t say for sure, but when Roman looks back at him, he thinks Roman’s blushing.

“So…” Roman starts, biting his lip and fidgeting with his fingers. Virgil’s never seen him look this unsure. He’s used to a confident, brash, slightly egotistical Roman. To his surprise, he almost prefers this side of Roman. 

Virgil must lose his mind for a little, because he’s definitely not acting like himself when he suggests, “Pillow fight?” and right after, grabs a pillow and flings it at Roman, whacking him in the face. 

A borderline-evil smile appears on Romans face as he says, “Oh, you’re on.” Virgil’s senses pick that exact moment to come back, but he can’t take it back now. So he does the only thing he can do: slings the pillow again. Chaos erupts, and a Virgil verse Roman pillow fight begins. 

As he throws and gets hit by pillows, Virgil laughs and yells, heart pounding, breathing in quick bursts, but this feels better than panic attacks. Happiness. It’s something Virgil doesn’t feel a whole lot since he spends most of his life stuck in a state of anxiety. It’s nice to be happy again.

He’s so lost in his thoughts, he doesn’t notice the pillow coming towards him until it slaps him in the face. Virgil falls backwards, head landing, conveniently, on a pillow. He sits up and hits Roman with it, and they’re at it again. 

When Roman starts to fall off the bed, Virgil starts to laugh. But then he realizes that somehow, they’d gotten tangled in a blanket, and if Roman is going down, Virgil will too. Shrieking in surprise, Virgil instinctively closes his eyes as he’s yanked off the bed. A pillow hits the back of his head once he’s landed. He laughs and opens his eyes to see Roman directly under him. There’s no doubt about it now; Roman is definitely blushing. For that matter, so is Virgil. 

There’s also no way Virgil can deny his crush anymore. But that doesn’t mean he has to deal with it, right? ...Right...

Desperate to put an end to the awkwardness, Virgil stands and offers his hand to Roman. He takes it and pulls himself to his feet. They make eye contact for a second before Virgil looks down at his hands. I wonder what would’ve happened if I’d kissed him. 

Nope, nope, nope. Not gonna think about that. Don’t have to deal with that, remember?

“I, uh, wonder what’s taking Patton and Logan so long with the snacks,” Roman finally says, breaking the tense silence. Virgil wants to sigh in relief. 

Instead, he simply responds, “I’m not sure. Let’s go see.” They walk to the landing of the stairs. Strangely, there isn’t any sound coming from the kitchen. After walking down the first few steps, Virgil can see into the room. What he sees should come as a surprise, but it really doesn’t.

Apparently, trying to set up Roman and Virgil wasn’t the only reason why Patton wanted Logan to come with. Logan is pressed up against the counter, hand wrapped around Patton’s waist as they kiss. Patton’s palms hold Logan’s face, tilting it down to account for the inches Logan has on him. 

Roman, standing right behind Virgil, mutters, “Okay. Okay then.” Virgil starts to laugh but forces himself to stop so Logan or Patton don’t hear. Carefully, they creep back to the bedroom, letting them have their moment.

“So how long do you think that’s been going on for?” Roman asks once they’re back sitting on his bed, Virgil back to being wrapped up in his blanket cocoon again.

“Honestly, I have no idea,” Virgil admits. “I kinda figured Logan had a crush on Patton, but I didn’t think they would actually get together, at least not this soon.”

“Yeah ever since their chemistry project, Patton's been crushing on Logan hard. He doesn’t shut up about it. Apparently,” Roman says, leaning in conspiratorially, “they’ve been talking a lot. Patton’s been so tired lately cuz they’re up til, like, 1 AM, video chatting.”  

“That is news to me.” Virgil pauses, staring at the door. The two of them sit in silence for a while — comfortable silence — just waiting for Patton and Logan to reappear with the snacks they were supposed to be bringing. After about 10 more minutes, Virgil turns to Roman and asks, “Do you think I should call them up? They’ve been down there for an awful long time.”

“Yeah. The last thing I want is for them to have sex on my kitchen counter.” Virgil winces at the image that appears in his head at the words.

After Roman yells down to Logan and Patton, Virgil says, “Oh, god. Please never say anything like that again. I do not need that image in my head.” Roman laughs. 

“An image of what?” Patton asks, walking in the room with Logan not far behind. Thankfully, they had the decency to pretend like they weren’t just making out. But Patton didn’t have so much decency to pretend like he hadn’t been eavesdropping on their conversation. They drop a few Halloween-size, assorted candy bulk bags and two big bowls of popcorn on the bed. 

“Nothing,” Virgil answers, grabbing a handful of popcorn and shoving it in his mouth. “Ooh, Sour Patch Kids.” He grabs four individual bags of them and drops them in his lap. 

“Jeez, hungry much?” Roman teases. Virgil flips him off and takes another handful of popcorn. Roman tries to sneakily grab a handful of mini bars from the bag of chocolate-based candy, but Virgil notices.

“Jeez, hypocritical much?” he quips, smirking. 

“Oh, fuck off,” Roman responds, sticking his tongue out like a little kid. Virgil sticks his out right back. Patton, who, unsurprisingly, hates swearing, quickly attempts to change the subject.

“Hey, I have an idea! Let’s play Two Truths, One Lie! Then we can get to know each other better!” he suggests. The rest of them agree, and Patton goes first. They take turns, occasionally sharing stories and facts about themselves. And when they get bored of Two Truths, One Lie, they switch to Truth or Dare, and Virgil has to eat a spoonful of mayo.

Patton’s the first to fall asleep. Not long after, around 2 AM, Roman and Logan follow. Virgil sits wrapped in his blanket cocoon in the darkened bedroom. He stares out the window at the dim stars, thinking about how lucky he is. He has three great friends who he can make memories and laugh with.

He turns to look at Roman, asleep on the bed beside him. 

“Thank you,” he whispers, “for surprising me.”

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See You Again - Part Eight

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2521

Warning: nothing really, lil bit of angst, lil bit of fluff (if you squint)

Author Notes: I am literally writing so many things write now my brain is going bonkers but I’m so happy to be writing again. Along with writing I posted last night how I am close to 700 followers and want to give back to you guys! I’ll link the post about that right below!

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The hustle and bustle of work seemed to buzz by you. No matter what you did you just weren’t able to focus on today. At two, Dean had texted you and asked if you were still good to meet him later. After that your mind was permanently somewhere else and the last hour of your shift dragged.

At exactly 3:00, your phone rang as you were pulling your duffel bag from your locker. Looking at the screen, your eyes rolled. “Yes, Jason?”

He chuckled from the other end. “I’m just giving you another chance to back out of this. You don’t have to feel obligated to go.” There was a twinge of hope in his voice, as if you were actually going to back out.

“Nice try, but I’m going through with this. Who knows, maybe this will be the closure we never got.” You shrugged even though he couldn’t see and moved to clock out. “I promise I will text you when I get there and call when I leave. Now I have to go if I’m going to make it on time.”

You quickly pushed Jason off the phone and shoved it into you pocket, walking out to the hospital’s parking lot. The drive to Mickey’s was just over fifteen minutes. You planned to use the extra time to fix yourself up a little bit, but a quick glance around the parking lot you noticed the Impala was already here. Pulling down the visor, you quickly ran your fingers through the messy parts of your locks and ran a finger under your eyes to collect any stray mascara.

“Well, here goes nothing,” you grumbled. Sending Jason a quick text message, you tossed your phone in your bag and headed for the front entrance. The bell rung above your head and your eyes scanned the small diner until you saw him. Dean was sitting in the back booth, large hands cupped around a mug that probably contained coffee.

He must’ve felt your eyes on him. Dean shifted in his seat and lifted his head, eyes connecting fully with yours. The emerald green twisted a knot somewhere deep in your stomach but you quickly brushed away the feeling. Chewing on your bottom lip, you gripped your purse strap tighter and made a beeline straight to the seat across from him.

You were ten minutes early and Dean’s mug was almost empty. Your brows furrowed. “How long have you been here?”

Dean chuckled and ran the tip of his index finger across the rim. “Honestly, I’ve been here for about forty minutes. Just kept pacing the motel room, so I thought I’d watch the clock here instead.” One of his shoulders lifted and you found a smile twitching at your lips.

“Motel? Wouldn’t happen to be the Blue Skies one, would it?” Your cheeks turned a shade darker as a few vivid memories flashed in your brain. It didn’t matter how old you were, you didn’t think you’d ever forget that weekend.

“Couldn’t come into town without visiting the old place.”

You opened your mouth to respond but was cut off by the sound of a waitress smacking her gum. “What can I get for ya?” Her voice was directed at you but she was only occasionally glancing in your direction.

The sound of you clearing your throat seemed to snap her out of her Dean-like trance. “Can I get a chocolate milkshake? With extra whipped cream… and a bacon cheeseburger, extra bacon. Oh! And a side of fries, thank you.” While the waitress, Krissy, seemed to pale at the amount of calories you just ordered, Dean looked at you like you hung the stars. Too bad your gaze was elsewhere and you missed it.

“I’ll have the same thing, but extra onions on mine too.” Dean gave her a small smile but kept his attention on you. You snickered at his order as Krissy walked off. “What?”

You leaned your elbows on the table, shrugging. “Always with the extra onions, not sure I have enough gum to combat the breath I’m about to endure.”

Dean snorted and pulled a pack of icy mint gum from his pocket. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. Gotcha covered.” He sent you a wink and tucked it back into his pants.

A strained silence fell over the two of you, both awkwardly fiddling with your fingers. “So um, you find anything solid on the case?” That was a good common ground to start on.

His brows furrowed at your question, taking a moment to consider his answer. “Not as much as we’d hope. The biter’s good, covers their tracks more than usual. Been tracking the attacks over the past couple counties. This is the first time the victim was left alive. Just trying to figure out where they’re camped.”

You nodded, genuinely interested in what he had to say. You always did like hearing him talk about hunting. It was fascinating to you, all of these creatures you only dreamed of were out there somewhere. “It’s funny… even after you uh, left, I still always kept an eye out for things here and there. Yanno, your kind of things.”

The mention of him leaving seemed to strike a nerve inside of Dean, his shoulders squared and spine straightened. “Yeah about tha-”

Dean was interrupted by Krissy setting the edge of her tray on the table and began passing out the various orders. You practically drooled at the milkshake in front of you. Quickly grabbing a fry, you scooped up some milkshake and popped the salty sugary treat into your mouth. Dean’s nose crinkled but he chuckled anyways. He never did understand why you did that. “So what were you saying?”

“Oh I just had a question.” Dean wiped the excess ketchup from the corner of his mouth and set the burger down. You arched your eyebrow waiting for him to continue. He looked so uncomfortable you almost told him to forget about it. “Sam and I have been here for a couple days now. And uh, I stopped at the store one of the days and you were there. I wanted to say something but you were with your boyfriend or husb-”

“I’m going to stop you right there.” You held up a hand, eyes wide with amusement and a loud laugh escaped your lips. Dean seemed confused by your laughter but you just couldn’t help it. The idea of you and Jason being married and having a kid was funny to you.

After you controlled your outburst, you wiped a stray tear from the corner of your eyes and let out a huff. “Okay um, do you remember Jason? From high school, my best friend?” Dean nodded and shoved three fries in his mouth. “That was him, not my boyfriend and definitely not my husband. “You giggled a little again. “Just my best friend.”

Dean’s shoulders seemed to relax a little after that. “And the little girl?”

“Addison is Jason’s daughter, while I’m not biologically her mother, I am the closest thing she has to one.” The oldest brother slouched back in his seat, the look of relief washing over his features. “What about you, Winchester? Any special woman manage to hold you down?”

You wanted to smack yourself for asking that, you didn’t even know which answer you preferred to hear. All you did know, was that your heart was pounding faster than it was two minutes ago. The corner of Dean’s lips turned up into a smirk. “Nah, no one was ever as special as you.”

His words were sweet, eyes kind and caring. It was exactly what got you attached to him in the first place. It was also what got your heart broken. You couldn’t allow yourself to feel that way again, not when he was only here for business, then off to the next case. Your smile faltered and head shook. “You don’t get to say things like that anymore, Dean.”

A flash of hurt crossed over his eyes but he quickly regained his composure. Running a hand across his jaw, he kept his eyes locked on you so intently it made you squirm. “Why can’t I?”

You scoffed around the chewed up burger and rolled your eyes. “I’m sorry, you’re right. I completely forgot that it wasn’t you who I fell in love with and then got my heart ripped from my chest that was the other Dean Winchester.” You finished with a sarcastic smile and took another bite, keeping your eyes cast downwards.

“Listen Y/N, what happened all those years ago wa-”

“Stop! I didn’t come here looking for excuses. I accepted what happened for what it was. I don’t need… anything from you.” You huffed, no longer feeling hungry. Your nose turned up and pushed your plate to the middle of the table. Jason was right, you should’ve just come home.

Dean shifted awkwardly in his seat, his knuckles turned white from clenching. The vein in his neck tensed as his jaw ticked. None of it was out of anger, simply panic. “Please, let me explain sweetheart.”

If your eyes rolled any harder they would’ve fallen from your head. Grabbing your purse, you rummaged until you found a twenty dollar bill and tossed it on the table. You had to get out of there, you could feel your throat contracting and a tear sting your eye. “I can’t, Dean.”

Dean’s POV

Lunch with Y/N was not going to plan. At all. All I had wanted to do was explain what happened all those years ago and get back in her good graces. But of course my big mouth wasn’t connected to my brain and I had to ruin it. Now I sat at the table with a slack jaw and watched as she dashed for the front door with tears in her eyes.

When my brain fully comprehended what I just witnessed my feet moved faster than I thought possible. I was thankful for her shaky hands when I found her fumbling to find her keys. “Y/N!” I yelled her name but he kept her head down, shaking it slightly.

A growl left my chest as I gently gripped her upper arm and turned her around. “Swe-” I sighed, quickly correcting myself. “Y/N, you gotta stop running for me. I’m not that young anymore I don’t know if I can keep up much longer.”

Her bottom lip quivered and I had to stop myself from tracing it with my thumb. She let out a sniffle and blinked hard. “I never asked you to chase me.”

The smile on my face was inevitable. Even with a runny nose and glassy eyes she was single handedly the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. “Can’t exactly leave you hanging now, can I?” One of my eyebrows rose in a teasing manner.

Y/N’s brow creased and bit at her bottom lip, continuing to shake her head. “You did it before.”

My eyes softened and I tried to convey every ounce of regret into my expression. “And I promise you that it was the biggest regret of my life.” Her walls seemed to crack but only barely. My hands slid down her arm to her wrist, carefully caressing it. I felt a hint of raised skin and my eyes immediately dropped. Nestled underneath the strap of her watch was a set of initials I knew all too well. I still had mine but I had no expectation of her keeping hers. “You still have it?”

Slowly, Y/N nodded and drew in a ragged breath. When my hand began to travel back up her arm, every muscle I passed over seemed to tense. But I didn’t stop. Her breathing changed when I reached the top of her shoulder and carefully moved to cup the side of her neck. I kept my eyes locked onto hers, watching for any sign of her wanting me to stop.

When I didn’t, my thumb pressed against the underside of her chin to tilt her head back slightly. Y/N molded against my touch, let me move her how I wanted it. The look on her face was intoxicating. Her eyes were hazy and hooded, lips parted slightly, cheeks tinted pink. I swallowed hard and cautiously dipped my head closer to hers.

I would be lying if I said my hands weren’t shaking. I couldn’t even hear my own breathing over the sound of blood rushing in my ears. My nose brushed against hers and I swore I heard the tiniest of whimpers come from her mouth.

There was no more than a breath between the two of us. I’ve dreamed of this moment for years. Finally having Y/N back in my arms, being able to taste the sweet taste of her mouth that I could barely remember anymore. One of her hands lifted to rest against the center of my chest. Damn her little hand was warm.

“Dean…” I felt her say my name more than I heard it. But if that little whisper didn’t make me weak in the knees I don’t know what would.

My fingers flex around her neck slightly, tracing the line of her jaw with the pad of my thumb. “What, sweetheart?” I felt her shiver at the pet name and it was hard not to smile at that. After all this time, I finally had her back where she belonged.

“I should go home.”

The words lingered in the air for a moment before I fully realized what she had said. It felt as if she dropped a bucket of ice down my back. Goosebumps rose on my skin and they weren’t the good kind. Looking in her in the eyes I realized she was serious and I took a step back, dropping my hand from her body.

Neither of us said anything for a moment, I couldn’t think of anything to say, I just kept on looking at her. Y/N shifted her weight between her feet and turned her attention back to her purse and pulled her car keys free. Turning to her door, she quickly unlocked it and moved to sit down. Before she could shut the door, my hand shot out and grabbed the edge of the door. “Wait!” Her fingers froze on the ignition and slowly turned her eyes in my direction. “Am I gonna see you again?” Her mouth opened and closed a few times. “Y/N, please.”

All she gave was one nod of her head. I wasn’t sure if I should believe it or not but what else was I supposed to do? Hold her here and demand she stay with me? Listen to me? Take me back? I gave her the best smile I was able to muster and let her close the door.

I stood in the parking lot for a few moments, watching as Y/N backed up and turned towards the road. There was nothing left for me to do but pray like hell I didn’t fuck everything up for the second time.

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Storage Rental

Forget spring cleaning! New Year’s was the best time for me to clean up my life.

I remember when I realized that something in my life had to change.

I had woken up in my room surrounded by chocolate wrappers, an empty tub of ice cream, and a pile of tissues in the bin. My phone was on voicemail for the past two days, primarily because it was covered under a pile of my ex’s love letters and I didn’t feel like touching it.

The ice cream didn’t mix well with the wine I had last night, and I felt sick to my stomach. It was the second day I woke up like this this week. At 25, I didn’t see my life being this way. I thought my apartment would look like those in magazines, and that I’d have a hot guy by my side!

Despite my best efforts, I just had gotten dumped by my ex Cassius. It was a toxic relationship. My room was a mess and I looked like a totally depressed wreck of a girl. I had guzzled down way too much red wine while crying over him. My life needed an overhaul!

It was December 27th, shortly after Christmas. Though I’ve never done it before, I started to put together a New Year’s resolution to clean up my life and find a way to break through all the horrible energy of 2018.

Giving your life an overhaul sounds like a world of expenses and efforts, doesn’t it? Believe it or not, I only really needed good friends, an online therapist, and an on-demand storage service called Shed.

I realized what the root of many of my problems was pretty quickly.

At first, I didn’t really know what to do. Should I go to a therapist? Should I go to rehab? I took a look around my apartment. It was a mess, and I realized that a lot of the things that were becoming such a burden during my time living here all dealt with stuff.

My ex’s jacket was still on the floor. My kegerator was full of booze. My yoga mat had turned into a carpet. My calendar that once had my schedule planned to the minute was nothing more than a dusty piece of wall decor, crowded by a pile of CDs from Cassius.

My friends and I banded together to clean up my life in 13 different ways. Here are some ways you can do it, using my process as an example.

Toss out your ex’s stuff.

I called my friends Frank and Steve over. They know me as a tidy person, which is why they were totally stunned when they walked into my apartment. My relationship with Cassius left me (and my apartment) a wreck. They asked me if I needed help, and I quickly said yes.

We started to toss out his stuff. I chucked out his love notes, some of the CDs he bought, as well as some of the other goods that reminded me of him. Everything went well until we turned our attention to his crust punk vest.

Steve pointed out something: Cassius loved that vest, and he was probably going to come back from it eventually. It was priceless thanks to the limited edition signed patches on it. If we threw it out, he would be very likely to call the police over stolen property.

We didn’t want it in the apartment, but we didn’t know what to do. I then looked at Cassius’s Airpods, his designer boots, and the iPad he left behind. This was a serious issue!

Steve pointed out that he had a storage unit with Shed that we could use, and this ended up being our saving grace.

Shed has one of the coolest concepts I ever heard of. It’s on-demand storage facility that will pick up your items, catalogue them, store them, and also deliver them the very same day you need them for free. He owned a large garage-sized storage unit, and soon, we figured out what to do.

We used Steve’s Shed app to call them over. Within minutes, the crew catalogued all of Cassius’s goods and shipped them away to safety. Frank grabbed my phone then texted Cassius, telling him to claim his goods in 30 days or we’d throw them out.

I found a way to draw a line in the sand with Cassius. He couldn’t just store stuff with me anymore and there was no way to excuse him hanging around anymore.

Clear out all the useless junk in your home!

With my ex’s junk out of the way, I almost immediately felt my life getting a bit better. Not having to see his stuff everywhere kept the memories of us away, and in its own weird way, helped me feel better.

I then looked around my home once more. We started to work on another way to clean up my life: getting rid of all the things I didn’t use or enjoy.

We tossed out torn clothes, broken dishes, broken gaming consoles, and so much more. It was a haul! In total, we threw out around six trash bags of stuff. My studio apartment stopped looking cramped and started to look a lot better.

When I woke up, I realized I still had a lot of stuff that I wasn’t sure what to do with. I used these items a little bit, but not enough to have them constantly out and about. (Looking at you, Mr. Breadmaker.)

Though it was great to have Cassius’s things stored in Steve’s storage, I realized that it was time to get my own. Storage through Shed would give me a healthy amount of time and space to figure out what I should do with each item—and also clear room in my apartment.

Before my best friends showed up, I ordered some storage space from Shed and got them to pick up a bunch of my old DJ gear. My room immediately looked a lot better.

Put all your “vice” items away.

I know that my drinking is a byproduct of my relationship with Cassius, and that I typically won’t drink if I don’t see things around me that remind me of drinking. The best way to break the bad habit, I figured, would be to develop an “out of sight, out of mind” attitude.

When Shed’s people arrived, I asked them to pick up my kegerator, my bar kit, my bartending books, and the home bar I built for the parties Cassius wanted to throw at my place. As they left, I realized that drinking just became a lot harder.

Clear your mind with regular therapy.

Though cleaning my home took a lot of work and accomplished a lot, everything wasn’t alright. It still hurt. I was still grieving my breakup, craving beer the moment I woke up, and feeling pretty anxious. Cleaning up my life meant that I would have to get someone who could clean up my mind, too.

Knowing that, I booked an appointment with a therapist. We spent the day talking, and I’m currently getting my treatment for depression. It’s really helping me move on.

Take time to give your apartment a serious scrub-down.

Now that all the extra goods were gone, my place was remarkably easy to clean up. I called my friends over to help. Within a couple of hours, we were able to vacuum, sweep, dust, and organize all three rooms. My apartment looked good as new, and more importantly, also smelled great once again.

There is serious truth to the health benefits of keeping a clean home. Frank, who has pretty bad allergies, looked pretty relieved once this task was through. It was now a healthier environment for everyone.

Clean up your finances.

I’ll admit it: Cassius put a serious toll on my personal finances. Steve was the one who pointed out that I wasn’t able to pay for pizza delivery, and well, I ended up spilling the beans. Thankfully, Steve worked in finance and was able to help out.

We put together a plan to pay down debt, improve my credit score, and also avoid late fees. Oh, and we also got Cassius off my phone plan, because he really should learn to stop being a leech.

Believe it or not, having a clean home made it easier to focus on the financials. There were just fewer distractions along the way.

Pick up a side gig.

Even with all the sweeping changes that I was making, Cassius still was getting free rent in my mind. Everyone knew he was bad for me, but I didn’t want to fully let go quite yet. Eventually, it came to a head with my therapist who mentioned that it could be something to do with my schedule.

I started to take a look at getting gigs playing music at parties. I started to get extra work! Every time I’d have a gig, I’d ask Shed to bring my gear the day before. The day after, it’d go right back to Shed. It was a great system that helped me earn money without losing space.

Give your social media a scrub.

While browsing the world of Instagram, I came across Cassius posting something about us. Almost immediately, I unfollowed him. Then, I realized that I probably had 50 other people from his toxic crowd with access to my social media.

I looked in my inbox, and was already getting some really intrusive questions from his friends. Unfollow, block, unfollow, block. Deleting my public trainwreck of a breakup post was a must, too. There was a lot of work to do.

After about an hour of unfollowing and scrubbing, my social media accounts had fewer followers—but it paid off by having less stress.

Clean up your health habits.

Cassius was not the healthiest person out there, and it wasn’t just his excessive drinking that made him awful. He ate poorly, his hobbies were toxic, and honestly, he didn’t really even respect my need for healthy habits.

I looked through my kitchen cupboards and threw out all the food he’d normally be trying to shove down my throat. I called my friends from my old weight loss group, and we all went out grocery shopping together. My kitchen was full of foods ready for clean eating, and no soda was visible in my home.

The moment I promised myself to stick to clean eating, I ordered my old food processor home from Shed. I forgot how much I love my sweet potato purees!

While you’re at it, clean out your subscriptions.

Cleaning has a wild way of gaining momentum. This even spread to my email, which I actually only recently remembered having. It’s true. My breakup so deeply affected me, I didn’t check my email for a week!

My inbox was flooded with stuff and reminders of all the little subscriptions I had. News updates I didn’t need, weird little ads for things I no longer wanted, and litter that got rid of my mind’s focus—it was just too much. I cleared out the subscriptions I no longer used.

While it was a little work, by the end of my cleaning binge, I saved about $50 on needless subscriptions that I no longer used. It was a nice chunk of change.

Give your social circle a trim, too.

Cassius called within two weeks, asking for his stuff back. Admittedly, I was tempted. I didn’t want him to stay gone. I still cared about him. I set up a time, called my friends, and then got Shed to drop off his goods.

When he came by, Frank and Steve wouldn’t leave my side. We handed him his stuff. He looked around the apartment, which now bore a striking resemblance to how it looked prior to us dating. He asked to come back, and I told him to get lost.

After that night, Frank and Steve helped me prune my address book. My life finally felt together again.

Reference : https://shedstorage.com/

[tallstars-rewrite]

Deconstruction: All of ShadowClan

Right, I forgot I wanted to get this off my chest real quick and it didn’t fit into any of the character posts. SO here is essentially my call out post for the whole of ShadowClan throughout this book because, and pardon my lack of attempts at sounding professional, what the ever-loving fuck were these guys even doing??

I know ShadowClan is an easy fall back for whenever the authors want some quick battle drama to fill time, but this was a bit excessive. I’m not just annoyed because I have a bias towards ShadowClan, but I did just read Pinestar’s Choice where they did this same thing. ShadowClan just invades one day for no real reason and without much consequence because…??? I don’t know, maybe they were just bored? No really, what was ShadowClan’s motive here? They brutally attacked WindClan, not once, but twice in the same book (and get their asses kicked incredibly quickly both times.)

To try and make sense of this, let’s step back and look at the lead up to the first vicious battle between WindClan and ShadowClan….Or we would do that, if there was any lead up. The attack was completely unprovoked and came right out of left field. The ONLY thing we had seen of ShadowClan was the brief encounter Tallpaw had with all of the clans at the gathering. We saw his awkward 5 second conversation with a couple apprentices, and that was about it. RiverClan and ThunderClan had both been mentioned more often than ShadowClan prior to this fight, and neither of those clans even do anything in this story! At that gathering there was no abnormal amount of tension between ShadowClan and WindClan. In fact, they were unusually friendly if anything-at least the ShadowClan elders were. Those aforementioned apprentices were a little annoying I guess, but that was literally it. There was no hints at WindClan and ShadowClan having issues with each other.

And then one day out of the blue, ShadowClan launches a full on raid on WindClan. And this wasn’t just a little border squabble, they went hard. The deputy ran into their camp yowling “spare no one!” these fuckers were out for blood, and they succeeded (R.I.P Brackenwing, we barely knew you.) I can’t tell you how confused I was reading through this the first time, I thought I had missed something! There isn’t even an attempt at explaining why ShadowClan would do this. It was the middle of green-leaf, no clan is going hungry so it couldn’t have been out of desperation for more territory. There were no border issues, no lost territory, I'm just so completely baffled.

There was a quote somewhere from Talltail along the lines of “why would ShadowClan do this? Does their hatred for WindClan run deeper then we imagined?” I assume this is an attempt at foreshadowing how ShadowClan will drive WindClan out of the moor completely in the future, but…that makes no sense. Cedarstar is the current leader of ShadowClan, and nothing we’ve seen of him in any book suggests he is particularly cruel or power hungry. Granted we don’t see a lot of him, Yellowfang’s Secret is all we have to go on, but he seems like an alright guy and a pretty normal leader. In fact, I think this is the only significant fight we ever see him get ShadowClan involved in? Correct me if I’m wrong, but I was under the impression ShadowClan’s future hatred of WindClan was meant to be caused mostly by Brokenstar? This was nowhere near Brokenstar’s time, he hasn’t even been born yet! and neither have most of the cats who help drive WindClan away! I thought the point of Brokenstar was that he took ShadowClan down a dark path of unnecessary bloodshed that no clan had seen in a very long time, not that ShadowClan is just like that all the time?

It is not normal or accepted for a clan to just casually try to drive another clan out of their home, that’s part of what made Brokenstar so messed up and horrible. Does everyone remember that part of Bluestar’s Prophecy where ThunderClan launched a full scale unprovoked attack on WindClan? Timeline wise, it was close to the same time as this. Remember how that was portrayed as a really horrible and messed up thing for any clan to do? RiverClan and ShadowClan were ticked off about it; they acted cold and wouldn’t even cheer for ThunderClan’s new warriors and apprentices at the following gathering. And ThunderClan wasn’t even trying to kill anyone directly, just mess up their medicine. Which is bad, but “spare no one” when attacking a camp seems to clearly imply “including queens and elders.” Not to mention the “we could hunt on these moors as well as you” line implies they were literally trying to drive them out. I feel like that is all a lot worse then messing up herb stores.

This sort of thing does not fly in the warrior code. ShadowClan is still a clan, and they live by that same code as everyone else. If they didn’t, the other clans would rise up against them. They haven’t been corrupted by Brokenstar or Tigerstar or any of that garbage yet, so there is no logical excuse for them to have done this. And on top of that, there is no impact from it? Yes Brackenwing dies and Talltail has some undeserved sad guilt about that for a while, but after a bit it stops mattering. WindClan doesn’t even retaliate from what I recall.

Talltail’s main conflict was just his dad dying and dealing with the loners, the entire mess with ShadowClan could have been cut completely and very little would be missed. Or at the very least they could have provided an explanation for it. It’s not like it would have been hard! maybe WindClan took some territory from them recently and they wanted it back, there’s a million things the clans could be fighting about. Or heck, they could have had Brokenstar be around! We could have seen him either as an apprentice or a young warrior goading his clan into fighting WindClan like we see him do in Yellowfang’s Secret. That could have been happening at the same time.

But I’ve gotten off track; point is, ShadowClan’s role in this book was dumb and made zero sense from every perspective. It’s not that they can’t be more aggressive than other clans, but they still need a reason and proper motivation to be so. The way it’s written here, it was just a waste of time that added little to nothing and distracted from the main plot of the book. I have a feeling they just needed to fill time to reach a page quota. It felt like a lot of things happened in this book just to fill time.

[asexualshepard]

Sleeping on the Blacktop

Gen, Rhys x Handsome Jack (kind of)

(2410 words, SFW, Western AU, Angst (?), Mentions of Graphic Violence, Power Dynamics)

[ao3]

A/N: I wrote something? I had to actually go look at my own blog to see how I format these posts because I forgot. But it’s done! And I actually still kind of like it. This AU has wormed its way into my heart a bit, and I’d like to write the actual beginning - because this comes in somewhere in the middle of the whole arc I have planned in my head, which is why there might be some references that don’t make total sense.

Anyways, thanks for reading! Enjoy!

Rhys has thought about shooting Jack more than once.

It’s a notion that’s come to him a handful of times, molded and stuck to various moments. He hasn’t, of course—not yet. But every so often, sometimes brought to light by something Jack had done, sometimes by the quiet loathing that slides between Rhys’ fingers, he desperately wants to. He wants to press the barrel of his revolver—the one currently sitting in his lap—to Jack’s temple while he sleeps. Maybe push it into Jack’s gut one day, out of the blue so he can see the shock of it in Jack’s eyes as his light flickers and finally goes out, wrinkling the V-shaped scar that mars his forehead.

At this moment, with his back pressed to the rock outcropping they’d made camp in for the night, Rhys is considering the first option. Across the slowly dying fire meant to keep the chill of the desert night from wrapping itself around them, Jack is lying in the dirt, arms folded across his broad chest, hat tipped over his eyes. Rhys won’t do it—for a handful of both logical and illogical reasons—but that doesn’t mean he can’t fantasize, plan and plot in case he does.

It would be so easy. Too easy—which is one of those aforementioned logical reasons. If Jack is actually asleep and not trying to play some kind of game, he’s relatively defenseless. His pack is at his feet, the only possession within reach being his revolver, still holstered and threatening to slip from the worn leather into the dry dirt beneath them. Easily dealt with. Rhys has learned how to be quiet; he could creep over and be done with Jack in a matter of seconds.

Rhys blinks and shifts his gaze, glancing out at the darkened desert, idly thumbing at the barrel of his revolver, popping the cylinder out and pushing it back in. He hefts the weight of the gun in his palm. The shape of it is familiar now, but there’s an implication that comes with it—practically carved into the wood—that makes him feel sick.

Jack had given the revolver to him. Picked it up from the dirt where it had fallen as Jack killed the highwayman who’d been carrying it, beating the corpse until it was nearly unrecognizable as human, face beaten in and limbs twisted. Excessive, brutal in a way that made Rhys’ stomach curl. Rhys can easily recall Jack’s eyes, wide and wild as he slammed the butt of his rifle into the man’s nose, cheekbones, jaw, over and over.

It wasn’t the first time Rhys had seen Jack kill someone—not even close; the man murdered more people than he cheated out of money—but it was the first time he’d seen Jack lose control.

That was the first time Rhys had thought of shooting him. When Jack rubbed one of his hands across his forehead, smearing blood and dirt across his scar, and picked up the corpse’s revolver to turn and push it into Rhys’ hand, eyes wild but reins mostly regained. It was that sudden, physical transition—so seamless Rhys had wondered if he’d actually seen Jack go off the deep end for a second—that made his fingers first itch around the gun in his hand, the gun he didn’t know how to use.

He could have done it, that day. They’d been less than half a day from the nearest town; Rhys easily could have shot Jack—still out of it, still wild and careless, though composed—and left him to bleed out and rot in the desert with nothing but the mutilated corpses of the highwaymen for company. He could have backtracked and found a train to take him home, back to his glasses and rowdy customers, back to his saloon.

When Rhys asks himself why he didn’t do it, he answers that it was because he’d just watched Jack outmaneuver and brutally kill four men, all larger than him. When he asks why he didn’t do it that night, once they’d settled down after Jack had taught him how to shoot properly, once Jack had put him up to the task of watch and settled in the dirt to sleep, he says it’s because he was still in shock at seeing a man’s brain spread out across the rocks, or that killing a man in his sleep was too low to sink. He still uses the latter, actually. If he needs to, he can always reach for the stump of his right shoulder and pretend to do math, conveniently working out that his chances of dispatching Jack with one arm are slim.

There’s always some kind of excuse. They help Rhys ignore that, in reality, Jack pulls at the strings of curiosity in his back until they’re taut. Jack intrigues him. He’s a man in his forties with a bounty on his head large enough that he won’t tell Rhys the exact amount, a man who can kill four men larger and stronger than him without batting an eye. A man who crowds Rhys’ space. A man who flirts with and threatens Rhys all in the same breath.

Jack is terrifying, and Rhys wants to know everything about him—won’t kill him until he does.

He’s starting to think he’ll never get to.

“You’re staring pretty hard for someone who’s already seen me naked, kiddo.”

Rhys blinks. He’s not sure when his eyes made their way back to Jack, but it was long enough ago that, in his unfocused state, he missed Jack shifting, tipping his head to the side so the brim of his hat catches on his shoulder and reveals one of his eyes—the blue one, some stupid part of Rhys notes. It’s still shadowed, but the iris reflects the light of the fire, reminds Rhys of that day with the highwaymen.

Jack sniffs and shifts his shoulders against the dirt, brow lifting up to hide in his hat. “What’s goin’ on in that pretty little pea-brain of yours, sweetheart?”

Rhys swallows the anxiety crawling up his throat and considers lying. He also considers telling the truth.

In the end, he says nothing.

At the silence, Jack sneers and huffs obnoxiously, shifting to roll up onto his elbows so he can rise to his feet. It takes a few seconds—Rhys has taken into account that the gray streaks in Jack’s hair aren’t the only effects of his age—but he makes it eventually and reaches down to do a shitty job of patting the dirt from his clothes. Then, he rounds the fire, puts himself directly between the slowly dimming light and heat and Rhys’ thin frame.

It would be so, so easy to push him into the embers, Rhys’ brain provides.

Jack isn’t particularly tall—Rhys has a few inches on him when they’re both standing—but, especially with his hands on his hips, he is broad. He strikes an imposing figure with his wide shoulders, strong jaw, large hands. Even with all the layers of heavy clothing stripped away, Rhys knows—has personally experienced—that Jack doesn’t need them to be the dominant person in the room, despite his stature.

Rhys swallows again and presses back into the sharper angles of the rocks against his back, trying to redirect himself from that confusing array of thoughts and memories. He busies his fingers with his revolver, presses on the cylinder until it pops out, listening to the quiet click that comes with it. At the sound, Jack’s eyes flicker downward, sharp, catching the way the nail of Rhys’ thumb scrapes against the metal warmed by the constant contact of his skin.

Jack’s gaze freezes on the cylinder, his brows twitch, and his eyes take on that same wild quality Rhys had seen the day he got the gun in his hand.

Rhys snaps the cylinder shut.

He knows.

Every bone in Rhys’ body is rattling, itching beneath his muscles, muttering those words in a hushed mantra. He sees it in the edge of Jack’s eyes, like the glass of broken bottles and one man standing over others after a late-night brawl. It’s in the clench of Jack’s jaw and the crescents being carved into the supple leather of Jack’s coat by his dirty fingernails.

Jack knows about Rhys’ little fantasy and, even if Rhys wouldn’t have, won’t, he’s going to end up just like the previous owner of the revolver that is steadily gaining more and more weight against his palm. Someone, years down the road, will find his sun-bleached skeleton, skull bashed inwards and limbs shattered.

Jack moves too quickly for Rhys’ panic to spur him into action. One second Jack is staring at him—at the gun—and the next he’s swooping down to snatch it from Rhys’ now sweaty, loose grip.

“S’not even fuckin’ loaded, you idiot,” Jack spits, scowling as he presses the cylinder out.

Something in Rhys breaks, shatters and melts down his ribs, gets lodged in his throat so the breath he releases into the cool desert air shudders audibly.

“The fuck were you gonna do if some coyotes snuck up on us, huh, genius? Or bandits? What about them?”

Rhys’ lungs feel three sizes too small. “I, uh…” he breathes. It rattles in his chest. “Sorry, I… must’ve forgotten to reload after I—after I cleaned it earlier. Wasn’t thinking.”

“No shit, dumbass,” Jack growls, focus shifted to the gun now in his hands as he absentmindedly reaches down to rip Rhys’ pack from where it’s wound over his arm. Rhys decompresses as Jack digs around inside of it, moving Rhys’ small amount of possessions into a mess, no doubt, before finding what he’s looking for—a small, nearly used-up box of bullets stolen from the same man as the revolver itself. When Jack drops the pack, he specifically makes sure it lands harshly against the side of Rhys’ knee, tipping to the side and spilling a few things, such as Rhys’ expensive jar of pomade, onto the ground.

Jack mutters, rambles, as he pushes a bullet into each of the cylinders. If any of it is directed towards Rhys specifically, he doesn’t process it, nor does he process his things spread out on the dirt around him. There’s a feint buzzing between his ears, a tightness between his ribs. He’s too focused on those things to bother listening to whatever it is Jack is saying.

He only regains Rhys’ attention when he drops the now loaded revolver back into Rhys’ lap, too sudden and too close to his dick for comfort. The last of his panic is replaced by this superficial one—the kind that disappears as soon as it arrives.

With a quiet yelp, Rhys scrambles, gets the gun in his hand again, and turns his chin upwards to meet Jack’s eyes. With his panic gone, substituted for irritation at the smirk on Jack’s lips, Rhys glares. It just makes the smug twist to Jack’s features heighten.

None of the wildness in his eyes remains—come and gone just as quickly as every time before.

With a snort, Jack kicks a bit of dirt up and onto Rhys’ crotch, flicks the brim of his hat to tip it back, and turns to move back over to where he’d been sleeping before. Rhys sneers and looks down to try and salvage his pants, pretending not to follow Jack’s every move.

It makes Rhys nervous—the purpose in each of Jack’s steps as he once more rounds the fire. It’s no different from his usual gait, not really, but, after moments where Rhys sees that lack of control in Jack’s eyes, it always feels as if it is. The stride that usually feels overconfident seems to fit instead. A controlled showcase of power.

Rhys watches apprehensively as Jack stops next to the spot on the ground near his pack and straightens his back, pausing a moment before shouldering out of his coat, revealing the broad back Rhys has been trying not to think about. Then, Jack turns to look at him as he balls the coat up in his hands, and Rhys quickly focuses on his pants, rubbing at the dirt that has started to settle into the fabric.

“Hey, kid,” Jack says, words stiff and demanding.

Rhys’ shoulders tighten and he glances up, gaze hooking momentarily on the harsh line of Jack’s mouth before nervously returning to his trousers. “Yeah?”

Jack sniffs, squints. “I ever catch you without bullets in that gun again…” he starts, voice low and hard, and out of the corner of his eye Rhys sees his shoulders pull up like the hackles of a wild dog.

The pause in his words stretches, intentional, and Rhys knows exactly what Jack wants. It’s not uncommon for Jack to stop talking and wait if he thinks someone isn’t paying attention. Still, no matter how often the tactic has been used on Rhys, he’s still reluctant when he moves to meet Jack’s eyes.

They look just as they did when he first pushed the revolver into Rhys’ hand.

Jack lifts his chin, squares his shoulders. “If I ever catch you without bullets in that gun again,” he repeats. “I’ll kill ya. Understand?”

Rhys’ grip tightens on the revolver.

“Y-Yeah... Yeah, I understand.”

This time, it’s Jack who breaks, hard glare shattering into a grin that drips with satisfaction and smarm.

“Glad to hear it, Rhysie, glad to hear it,” he says, brows angling, teeth sharp in the flickering light of the fire as he drops his balled-up coat to the dirt where his head had been a few minutes ago. “Now, you be a good boy and actually don’t do a shit job of keeping daddy alive while he sleeps this time, ‘kay?”

Rhys briefly considers shooting him again.

“Wake you up in a few hours,” he says instead, hissed between his teeth. “Get some rest, Jack.”

Jack smirks while he drops back to the dirt, making sure Rhys can see how happy he is with himself. It takes him a few moments—a bit of shuffling, a few obnoxious noises—to get comfortable, and then he reaches up to once more tip his hat over his eyes, the gesture crisp and followed by a pleased sigh.

“Nighty-night, kitten.”

Rhys notes how much heavier the gun in his hand is when it’s loaded.

“Night, Jack.”

[josephjoestarhitthis]

About

『 Seung-ri Moon / Male MC 』

Name: Seung-ri Moon

文 (Moon) [Family/last name, meaning: writing] 승리 (Seung-ri) [Given name, meaning: victory]

Age: 21

Birthday: April 7th

Gender/Sex: Male

Occupation: RFA Party Coordinator

Height: 5′8″

Hair: Short, wavy/messy, brown, often in his eyes.

Eyes: Brown.

Physique: A bit thin and lanky.

Scars: Read after note at the very bottom. TW: abuse. 

Personality/Attitude: He’s a very easygoing, laid back, go-with-the-flow kind of person. While he is quite lazy, Seung-ri has a good heart and a kind, caring personality. A bit of a forced optimist, he’s like a ray of sunshine on the exterior. He’s very friendly and open. 

However, Seung-ri has other sides to him, depending on the situation, and while he may seem laid back, he is very stubborn. Seung-ri never gives up on what he wants. He is very determined. 

Skills/Talents: Seung-ri is something of a lazy bum, devoid of most talent, but he has a few key talents. One of these is, of course, his skills at coordinating the RFA parties, which reveals the fact that he is very good with people. He’s also a very happy person, generally, and can bring a smile to almost anyone’s face, so another talent of his is making people happy. He can also cook, and sleep excessive amounts. If sleeping were a competitive sport, Seung-ri would be a champion. 

Flaws/weaknesses: He has no real goals or direction in life. He doesn’t know when to give up or let go, even when it hurts him. He’s extremely pessimistic about his past and very insecure about himself. He has confidence, but lacks self esteem, usually trying to brush it off when it becomes noticeable. As stated before, he sleeps excessive amounts and lives a very slothful life, though he seems content that way.

Favourites/Likes:

Food- Seung-ri loves food in general. He eats excessive amounts. However, he has a particular liking for rice.

Animal- Pandas! They sleep and eat all day, just like him! Plus they’re cute!

Music Genre- Anything upbeat and happy, his playlists are a very good pick-me-up

Movie Genre- Romcoms

Color- Beige. 

Most Hated/Dislikes: His mother. His body. 

Fears: Being alone. 

Religion/Beliefs: None, but he does believe in a God. 

Sexual Preference: Bisexual

Background/history:

Seung-ri was the only child his mother had at a young age, out of wedlock. He never knew his father. Seung-ri was seen as a burden by his mother, who was very mentally unstable, and was physically abused until the age of 16, when his aunt took him in. She was much kinder than his mother, but distant. He was able to graduate from high school. He moved out and got a job that barely supported his living needs before being lead to Rika’s apartment and joining the RFA, after which he promptly quit his job. 

Relationships with the RFA:

Saeyoung Choi: [Note: Saeyoung is my main ship with Seung-ri. However, I am very selective with Saeyoung roleplayers.]

Seung-ri gets along very well with Saeyoung, despite the fact that Saeyoung initially convinced the entire RFA that he was a woman. He jokes and flirts a lot with him before they get closer.

Jaehee Kang: He is friendly with Jaehee and supportive of her.

Jumin Han: He is also very friendly toward Jumin and happy to tease Zen with him on the rare occasions when Jumin does so. He respects him a lot, though he’s a little intimidated by him. 

Yoosung Kim: He’s good friends with Yoosung, but teases him often, and often refers to him affectionately as “cute puppy Yoosung”.

Zen / Ryu Hyun: He enjoys teasing Zen. Unsure of his relationship with Zen after Zen was devastated upon finding out that Seung-ri is not, in fact, a girl.

V / Jihyun Kim (past): He was friendly with V and often told Yoosung he was being too hard on him.

V / Jihyun Kim (post): ??? Distrustful. 

Rika: He hates her for everything she’s done.

Saeran (past): He wasn’t ever very afraid of this “Unknown” person, as Seung-ri is fearless to a fault.

Saeran (post): He dotes on him constantly and almost acts like his mother. He’s very affectionate toward him and refers to him as his “brother-in-law”. 

Who I ship him with: Saeyoung Choi, mainly, but I also ship him with Jumin, Jaehee, Yoosung, Saeran, and Zen. However, unless specified that you would like to ship, his partner is Saeyoung.

Family:

Mother (status: alive) ...

Father (status: ???)

Sister (status: alive, 5 years old) Doesn’t know she exists in most roleplays.

Aunt (status: alive) Out of contact.

Scars (cont.): [TW, abuse] 

He has very prominent burn scars on his thighs from his mother sitting him on a stove as a child. He will not allow his thighs to be seen unless he trusts someone completely. 

A few memes I’ve done about him with extended info (WARNING: NSFW AHEAD) Also, the grammar on these is much less official my apologies! The information still rings true.:

HEADCANON MEME

What they smell like: Vanilla with something more masculine like sandalwood.

How they sleep (sleeping position, schedule, etc): Always. He's always sleeping. But he sleeps on his stomach with his limbs spread out everywhere. Like he has the weirdest sleeping positions ever when he's alone.

What music they enjoy: He likes just about any song as long as it's happy and uplifting. So all his playlists are really pleasant. A good pick-me-up.

How much time they spend getting ready every morning: About half an hour give or take.

Their favorite thing to collect: He doesn't really collect anything, but if he did, it might be a bunch of panda related stuff.

Left or right-handed: Right handed.

Religion (if any): He doesn't consider himself religious, but he does believe in a God.

Favorite sport: Competitive sleeping??? Jk he probably likes bowling!

Favorite touristy thing to do when traveling (museums, local food, sightseeing, etc): Local food would be his main interest. Then getting a nice hotel with comfy beds.

Favorite kind of weather: Rainy weather, so he has an excuse to stay inside all day.

The carnival/arcade game they always win without fail: IT'S ALREADY CANON THAT HE'S A SKEE BALL MASTER

What does their bedroom look like?: His bedroom is oddly clean. He has really thick curtains that are good for blocking light, and his bed if covered in pillows and fuzzy blankets and a comforter. Plus a few plushies. He has a row of candles so that he can burn one whenever he likes. He enjoys his room smelling nice. It's a very cozy and relaxing place in general.

Do they have any daily rituals?: Mostly just his infamous three hour long naps.

Do they exercise, and if so, what do they do? How often?: Never. Like. Ever. This boy is a string bean. No muscle.

What would they do if they needed to make dinner but the kitchen was busy?: He'd order takeout?

Cleanliness habits (personal, workspace, etc.): He's actually a pretty clean person???

Eating habits and sample daily menu: He makes sure to have three proper meals a day, but snacks a lot in between. Also he eats a lot.

Favorite way to waste time and feelings surrounding wasting time: SLEEP!!! And wasting time is totally fine by him. Take life slowly!

Favorite indulgence and feelings surrounding indulging: ...Sleep??

Makeup?: He doesn't wear it, no. But he definitely wouldn't mind wearing it.

Favorite book genre?: Historical fiction or biographies sometimes, scifi other times.

Sexual Orientation? And, regardless of own orientation, thoughts on sexual orientation in general?: He's bisexual but leans more toward men. His thoughts on sexuality are really open. He's a very laid back guy.

Physical abnormalities? (Both visible and not, including injuries/disabilities, long-term illnesses, food-intolerances, etc.): Burn scars on his thighs.

Preferred mode of dress and rituals surrounding dress: Two words: Oversized sweaters. But he also likes lots of layers. His favorite colors to wear are earthy and neutral colors.

Favorite beverage?: Coffee.

What do they think about before falling asleep at night?: Probably something stupid. Like if plants have feelings.

Turn-ons? Turn-offs?: Turn ons- good sense of humor, dependable, likes napping with him

Turn offs: ??????

Unless you mean sexual. Then he really likes biting and eye contact. And pet play. And bondage in general- Overstimulation and orgasm denial are wonderful.

Given a blank piece of paper, a pencil, and nothing to do, what would happen?: PANDA DOODLES

Is there one subject of study that they excel at? Or do they even care about intellectual pursuits at all?: He doesn't care about intellectual pursuits, but he's fairly good at everything. A jack of all trades, master of none.

How do they see themselves 5 years from today?: He prefers to live in the present, but he probably has plans with his romantic partner of course.

What is their biggest regret?: Never telling anyone about what his mother did to him as a child.

Thoughts on privacy? (Are they a private person, or are they prone to ‘TMI’?): He can be very TMI lol, he believes in being open.

What makes them feel guilty?: Not having hobbies or any real goals.

Are they more analytical or more emotional in their decision-making?: Both, leaning a little more toward emotion.

Would they consider themselves a Type A or Type B personality?: TYPE B DEFINITELY

What recharges them when they’re feeling drained?: Sleep. Coffee. Cuddles. Kisses.

Would you say that they have a superiority-complex? Inferiority-complex? Neither?: Inferiority complex maybe.

How misanthropic are they?: Not very.

Hobbies?: Does sleep count? He also likes cooking and reading.

How far did they get in formal education?: High school graduate.

Do they express their thoughts through words or deeds?: Both.

If they were to fall in love, who (or what) is their ideal?: See turn-ons above. I ideally ship him with Saeyoung. Jumin is a close second. Yoosung is cute. V and Saeran are great. Zen is ok. edit: I FORGOT JAEHEE HE'D LOVE HER

How do they express love?: SO MUCH PHYSICAL AFFECTION. He wants to cuddle and kiss and nap with you. But he'll also cook for you. He's dedicated and stubborn.

If this person were to get into a fist fight, what is their fighting style like?: Flailing around and trying to run????

NSFW AHEAD!!!!!

Headcanon Game - A to Z (NSFW) A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex):

After sex, Seung-ri is really cuddly, but he pretty much falls asleep instantly after he decides you're finished.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s):

His favorite body part of his??? That's a hard one. Probably his butt. Saeyoung is his main partner, and unsurprisingly, Saeyoung's ass is also his favorite.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person):

He actually doesn't like the taste of cum. He doesn't like it when people cum in his mouth so he avoids it.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He saved pics of Saeyoung in drag from the chatroom and regularly masturbates to them. Nasty boy.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

For this, it usually depends on the rp. But Seung-ri has had sex before. He definitely knows what he's doing.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Receiving partner on top/riding. Whether he's giving or receiving, he likes the receiving partner on top. He can be in the mood for other positions though.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

It depends on who he's with. He's usually serious though. With Saeyoung, he makes occasional jokes.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

He likes to keep it totally bare. Often shaves his arms and legs, too. Fuckin gay.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

He's very romantic. He greatly prefers romantic sex. Lots of kisses, lots of gentle loving touches.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

He likes to masturbate with toys when he's less lazy. In that case, his favorite is a vibrator but. Usually he's too lazy to use his toys. Like. 90% of his faps happen just because he's bored.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Pet play. Eye contact. Bondage. Cross dressing. Overstimulation. Orgasm denial.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

In bed. He loves beds.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Uh. His partners turn him on, really.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Hurting his partners, having his partners hurt him. Choking, spanking.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

He prefers receiving oral but is always willing to give. He's a little clumsy but loves gagging so he'll get very into it. His enthusiasm makes up for his clumsiness.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

It depends entirely on the mood. He prefers slow and sensual.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Doesn't like them. Only when absolutely necessary.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

He's always willing to experiment if nobody gets hurt.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

THIS BOY. THIS BOY JUST KEEPS GOING. He's evil. He won't give you a break. He goes for quite a few rounds before he's satisfied.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Yes, he owns toys. He has a vibrator and an ordinary dildo. The vibrator is remote control.

He'd definitely use toys on his partners. Especially a remote control vibrator in public or something. Nasty nasty. Or putting a vibrator on the highest setting in his partner and kicking back and watching a movie while they suffer. HE'S EVIL. Don't give him reason to "punish" you.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

A TON. HE LIKES TO TEASE WAY TOO MUCH. IT SHOULDN'T BE LEGAL.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

It depends on his partner and what position he's in and where they're at and how comfortable he is. It can range from quiet moans to fuckin screams

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

He has a thing for those buttplugs with the little tails on them. So cute.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

...What????? Do you mean how big he is or? I'd say Seung-ri's a good 6 inches, good thickness. He's not crazy hung but he's p good.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

It depends but it can be VERY high or he doesn't wanna have sex for months because he's too lazy. If you offer to do all the work he'll always say yes though.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He'll get comfortable and then INSTANTLY. Boom. Asleep.

MORE MAY OR MAY NOT BE ADDED IN THE FUTURE.

[betanyagito]

Mina gave me the okay so its happening

Long post under the read more because I have a lot of Oso AUs and sadly they are all detailed yes ok lets dive in

Persona AU

The one that’s probably the most detailed heNCE THERE’S EVEN A BLOG FOR IT AND A FIC THAT I UPDATE AT SNAILS PACE

Self explanatory tbh. All the brothers are persona users in a p4-esque setting. Loser Oso is the only one who’s alone in the class, but in turn he gets to be classmates with Totoko and Chibita. The brother’s personas are as follows, in birth order; Kitsune, Icarus, Vodyanoy, Ovinnik, Heracles and Anteros. ESP Kitty is also there and his persona is Sphinx. At the beginning only Oso, Choro and Totty are aware of the TV world, but gradually as their brothers get more popular in the town and get thrown in as a result they all end up exploring the dungeons together. At first Totty is their not at all helpful support, but thankfully ESP Kitty switches him out after They rescue Ichi. They awaken to their personas in this order; Oso, Totty, Choro, Ichi, (ESP Kitty), Kara and Jyushi. I plan to give the side characters roles too, Totoko will watch the Midnight Channel and report to Oso when asked (even though she has no idea what is ACTUALLY going on), Chibita will take in the weird girl they found in the TV world and will sell healing items to the brothers, they will be able to get a lot of info from Atsushi about the people who get thrown in the TV world and don’t get out and the rest I don’t have figured out yet

I put Jyushi as the last one to fall into the TV World because one reason: the Shadow selves. Of course they are here again. Shadow Todo is very insecure and is afraid to break away from his brothers. He knows he has a cold heart and he’s dried up, and he hates he can’t express how he really feels. Shadow Choro is basically Oso, lazy, unmotivated, and doesn’t want to do anything. He finds everything pointless. Shadow Ichi is a very sad sight, he’s lonely, he wants friends, he doesn’t want to be left alone! He just wants to be part of something too! And then come these two...Kara and Jyushi. Shadow Kara is a salty binch. He lashes out, he doesn’t listen, he doesn’t tolerate. But when the anger dies out, all that’s left behind is a pretty hollow person who wants to be something, wants to belong, to actually have the confidence he claims to have. And now I tell you why I put Jyushi last- because his shadow would be strong. Really strong. Whatever part of himself he wants to hide, he guards it well. And when all walls break down, there stands shadow Jyushi. A quiet, serious looking kid who wants to be different. He doesn’t want to be mixed up with his brothers. He’s so tired of trying to make everyone happy. He just wants to rest god damn it.

As for shadow Oso....well you’ll just have to see until the fic gets there. I don’t want to post TOO MANY spoilers, but I can say that Oso is the worst protag you could ever have for a persona-esque series. He kicked a cat. He’s awful

JJBA

Co-op with Jaden, we made JJBA AU one day because, I quote, “No one stopped us”. We got pretty darn deep in it, deep enough that I actually designed Oso’s, Kara’s, Choro’s and Ichi’s stands. Besides stand infos we don’t actually have much here; we have yet to come up with a story. We brought it up a few days ago, and all we managed to discuss is as follows: they have stands so they can beat a certain sharp teethed garbage man up. 

So stand details? Gonna get long but thankfully only the first 4 ones are detailed the rest are just stand names and abilities. Do you have any idea how many hours we spent on the stand generator for this? More than whats acceptable

Oso’s stand is My First (Kiss) a short ranged stand. Notice the brackets yes. My First’s ability is Relative Strength Perception. This allows Oso to be as strong as the enemy sees him as. For example; if the foe he faces off thinks he’s super strong, then he WILL be super strong, but if he makes a joke out of himself, his opponent will think he’s a joke too, therefore decreasing his power immensely. The stand’s second ability (Kiss)’s ability is Heart Link, which connects him to all of his brothers. If one dies, they all die (we need to discuss this more tbh). Because of Heart Link, his stand has 5 numbered panels on its arm, from 2 to 6. Whenever a brother is in trouble, the corresponding button will flash and alert him.

Kara’s stand is Brotherswing, which is a very durable and long ranged stand. It’s ability is empathetic light manipulation, meaning that based on his mood, he can, well, manipulate how light reflects off of certain surfaces. Of course this also allows him to make himself glitter whenever the fuck he wants. We never really elaborated on how exactly his mood influences the efficiency of his ability, or if we did I forgot, but what I imagine is that, the happier/stronger he feels the easier and more effectively can he use his ability. His ability mostly comes in handy when they have to hide during combat

Choro’s stand is Echobo which is, once again, a long ranged stand with great speed. It’s ability is sonic wave emission. He can use sound in the form of waves, pulses, blasts etc to damage, paralyze or push back his foes. Which is a really good ability for someone who screams so much anyway. The drawback of Echobo is that Choro’s anxiety can and WILL affect it, and when that happens, the stand can short circuit, and release high pitched screeches until Choro calms down again. Sure to take out the enemy AND teammates too

Stay with me now cause the last detailed one is coming, Ichi’s Meow which is...an always active stand. Yep. He can’t control it. He can’t turn it off which is really bad for everyone because his stand ability is poison breath. He has to wear a specifically made mask at all times if he doesn’t want to murder everyone in his immediate surroundings. His stand has two forms, the ‘inactive-active form’ which is the form it usually takes on, and the ‘active form’ which is the form it takes on during combat. Its constantly releasing toxic fumes, ruining whatever it touches. It’s not a lethal poison, only in excessive amount. A small excessive amount. Please don’t breathe it in

Jyushi’s stand is Juicy Wiggle (heck yeah) is emotion infusion. We need to talk about this more so I can get a hang of it. And last brother, Totty whose stand is Don’t Cha (it’s an Egg. Totty did you lay this egg). He claims his ability is....Secret. He tells everyone its SUPER USEFUL and strong, but in reality, his ability is mind reading, which is. Not the best combat ability for an Egg. But later when the Egg hatches Totty’s ability evolves into technology related powers.

Of course....they aren’t the only one with stands. Totoko’s stand is Mermaid, and her ability is to jump from one electronic platform to another. Chibita’s stand, my personal fave, grants him the ability to turn the season to spring in a specific area, growing flowers everywhere. The Christmas couple has a stand too, the Two of Hearts, with environmental field projection as an ability. HOMURA also has a stand....called Vanilla Twilight....as the name suggests, her ability is to induce- well, not twilight, but night. 

Also because of Jaden we might make a blog for this too holy fuck

Ice skater AU

This one was essentially Mina’s idea but I even had a dream about it so Like. Incredible

This one is simple. Kara is an ice skater and his brothers are weirdly supportive of him. This was honestly just an excuse for me to draw him in poses, make him happy and make him wear the most flashy clothing EVER. But its pure. Its really pure and Kara is having a grand time on the ice please support him and his career 

But Mina even wrote a fic of it so yes here

J-Pop AU

This one is actually pretty old but it was an AU Dennis and I did one day...I don’t even know WHAT sparked us, but suddenly we were just listening to songs and designing outfits (he even printed some paintings I did) and we got so far that I started writing a small ficlet but I never posted or finished it. 

That’s actually all that comes to mind right now/all that I can make a post about. Also since I started playing aa I was thinking of a lawyer AU because that would be Coolio 

[greycappedjester]

Grrrr, so annoyed, I am soooo close to finishing this chapter, guys. But, unfortunately it is also after midnight and I am tired and do not trust my editing skills rn. Because I would rather give a (mostly) grammatically correct and edited chapter, I'm going to have to wait until morning to finish this last bit, edit, and post. Gonna be the first thing I work on tomorrow. But, until then, here's a scene:

As always thank ya'll so very much for understanding :)

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Oikawa swept across the office, never seeming to pause for even a second as he pointed a quill at Iwaizumi. “So, tell me, are invasions just like a semi-annual thing?”

Iwaizumi frowned. “No, not usually.”

“I just got lucky, then.” Oikawa shrugged before pulling at another of his massive pile of books.

The tower wobbled unsteadily.

A small pamphlet fell from the top--like a pebble before a landslide.

It creaked.

Iwaizumi swore, catching it with his shoulder and putting it back upright, barely stabilizing it before their new king could be crushed to death by a book avalanche.

He breathed out, only to look over and find Oikawa already moving on with a pile of parchments springing up from absolutely nowhere.

“Oikawa!”

“Hmm?” Oikawa didn’t look up from his notes.

“Could you just…,” Iwaizumi sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, “just stop for a second, okay?”

“No time to stop, you quitter.” Oikawa stuck out his tongue. “In case you forgot the rest of the Suits are arriving literally any second now. And we’ve got the opening ball tonight. Then, there’s the ship race tomorrow. Plus, the cultural fair’s going on all week. Then, the treaty renewal with Nohebi and Hyakuzawa. Then, the feast and the ending ball.” He held his quill to his mouth. “I’ve thought this before, Iwa-chan; but, don’t you think two balls are a little excessive?”

Matsukawa snickered in the corner, the first sign that Oikawa’s personal guard was actually awake rather than sleeping on his feet.

Oikawa threw a wadded up parchment at him. “Ugh, you’re so immature! Also, you’re fired!”

Matsukawa snorted, eyes falling shut again.

“It’s less than Clubs’ festival,” Iwaizumi answered. “Spades has the Tournament, Clubs has the art displays and the dances, Diamonds has the science exhibition, we’ve got the cultural festival. Two dances is just tradition.”

“Well, it’s an excessive tradition,” Oikawa muttered. “If our main event is the cultural festival then why not make one big ball and put the rest of the money to the festival expenses. Especially,” Oikawa waved the feather of that stupid quill right at Iwaizumi’s face, “when--you know--we’re expecting the Hawks to attack any moment.”

Iwaizumi grabbed the quill and huffed. “You’re freaking out too much--”

“Excuse you, I always freak out exactly the right amount. It’s part of my charm.”

“Tooru,” Iwaizumi said in exasperation, “seriously, I came by to tell you to take a break.”

Oikawa frowned, looking fairly mutinous.

“We have the Hawks covered, okay?” Iwaizumi held up his hands. “Tsukishima’s been sending me updates on what he’s found. As far as we know, the leader’s still in hiding so he may not even show up.”

Oikawa huffed. “But, if he does. If we’re expecting an attack--”

“Then, we have guards covering all the entrances. They won’t get through. We won’t let them have a way in,” Iwaizumi said. “Which I know you remember because we went over it ourselves last week and you nearly had a coronary picking apart those and changing the numbers.”

“Ah, Iwa-chan,” Oikawa said and there was something darker in his voice now--iron under the playfulness. “You remember war. People will always find a way if they’re desperate enough. You can never just stop them; you have to out play them.”

And, then, he was off again--reaching behind his desk to grab another whatever that he’d abruptly decided was important.

Iwaizumi fought the urge to groan. He loved his King--really, he did; enough that some days he was still surprised he could walk across the hall and just find him there.

He still wanted to strangle him sometimes.

“You’re insane,” he told him flatly.

“Hmph, heard that before.” Oikawa said without pause and then jumped when Iwaizumi put his hands on his shoulders finally bringing him to a stop.

“Oikawa,” Iwaizumi said. “Just hold on for a second, okay?”

Oikawa watched him under his bangs while his other hand tapped at his knife--an old restless habit he kept even with two hand-picked royal guards and an Ace watching over him.

“It’s going to be fine,” Iwaizumi promised.

Oikawa sighed, finally letting his shoulders slumped. “It needs to be more than fine. It has to be perfect.” He gave a rueful grin. “Is it really that bad that I want my first Hearts Festival as King to be perfect?”

Iwaizumi moved his hands to his waist. “No one needs you to be perfect, Tooru. We just need you to be here. You’re not doing this alone, remember? There’s three other people in this castle. More coming tonight. Trust us.”