#ghost puberty au

[nerdpoe]

Ghost Puberty

Danny already went through Puberty once, as a human.

But now that he's been a half ghost for thirteen years, he gets to experience

✨Ghost Puberty✨

It includes;

Fangs!

Glowing Freckles!

Claws!

Uncontrollable bouts of Floating!

Eyes glowing at weird times!

Odd, unconventional Cravings! Like raw meat!

Voice cracking!

And of course; all of these things presenting themselves while he's in his human form at odd times!

So Danny, 27 and fresh on the Bludhaven Police Force, is caught by his new partner as he desperately grips onto his desk to stop himself from floating into the ceiling, legs loops around the leg of a chair already four inches off the ground.

He stares at his partner.

His partner stares back.

"...So anyways, I was thinking we could go over these new forms, they're in the department file labeled 'suggestion'," his partner, Dick Grayson, says, casually leaning on Danny's shoulders and forcing the chair onto the ground.

They stare at useless forms on the computer until Danny's able to control it, and afterwards Dick takes him out for milkshakes.

Dick thinks he's a new meta.

Danny's too embarrassed to admit it's just puberty.

@simplestoryteller

[confessedlyfannish]

DP x DC Writing Prompt #8

The day Bruce Wayne knocks on her apartment door Sam knows it's going to be a doozy.

"Mr. Wayne, I really do hope no one saw you," she says, ushering him in. "And for the record, a text ahead of time would be appreciated."

"I parked the car a few streets away," Bruce says, sticking a finger in his heel to peel his polished leather shoes off. Sam raises an eyebrow. "It's a sedan, not a Lamborghini."

"You own a sedan?"

"Taught Dick to drive in it...after he crashed the Lamborghini."

Sam snorts despite herself. The charm Bruce Wayne exhibits would usually rub her the wrong way, too reminiscent of wealthy men that feel comfortable placing a hand on the small of your back at a crowded gala, but Bruce is honest enough about his playacting that she has come to find its insincerity comforting. She's actually sought him out more than once, leading to several annoying headlines that can't seem to decide if she's aiming to date him or one of his eligible sons. None of whom are eligible by the way, as they are a) taken, b) legally dead, c) practically a minor, and d) an actual minor.

Sam's generational wealth is peanuts compared to Wayne Industries, so naturally her parents have been thrilled and rooting for option c.

"I also didn't want Danny to see I'd texted you. Or force you to lie to him."

Sam doesn't quite tense, but it's a near thing. She does slide to the other side of her kitchen island, under the context of finishing prepping her feta fried eggs, laid on a bed of smashed avocado and warm tortilla. She pulls a bottle of crunchy garlic oil out of the fridge and drizzles hot red crisps across the runny yolk. She takes a bite, chewing thoughtfully, not so much as offering him a glass of water.

"You realize, Mr. Wayne, I have no intention of lying to Danny now?"

Bruce sits at the stool on the opposite side of the island. "I understand. And if you want to ask Danny to return home before we continue, I'd understand that as well. I didn't mean to discomfit you--"

"Please do not lie to me now, Mr. Wayne," Sam says, rolling her eyes. "By your own admission you showed up at noon without warning knowing my superhero boyfriend wouldn't be present. If I am discomfited, all the more likely you get your information, right?" Golden yolk runs down her fingers, and she sacrifices it to the napkin rather than lick up her arm in front of her boss, with no small amount of resentment. The yolk is the best part.

"Get to it then," she demands.

Bruce straightens in his stool, chin raising and firming in a jawline she most often sees under a cowl. His eyes attempt to pin her in place, but Sam has stared the Master of Time in the face and demand he reschedule so she is built. different. She takes another bite of egg taco.

"I was not aiming for you to feel threatened, and moreover, I doubt you could be."

Except a smart person should always feel threatened by a threat, no matter their capability of handling one. It keeps them alive.

"Can you tell me how I'm not like all the other girls after lunch? You'll spoil my appetite."

Bruce clears his throat. "I'll get to the point--"

"Thank you."

"--Danny has been exhibiting paranormal behaviors beyond his baseline. We welcome all biologies; human, alien, and paranormal alike, but I have observed actions unlike what he had previously established as his, for lack of a better word, 'normal'

"I want to make sure he is not experiencing any unwelcome outside influence. Or, if this is merely a facet of his evolution, I'd like to know if this is something we or his family should be monitoring."

Sam has been an eco-consultant with Wayne Industries and unofficially, the Batfamily, for half a year now and this is the most she's ever heard the man speak in one sitting.

"Wow," she says. "How long have you been rehearsing that one?"

"A while." Bruce grunts, voice finally taking that final drop into Batman's gravelly rasp. "I see you're not surprised by any of this."

"No, not really," Sam says. She pours him a tall glass of lemon water from the pitcher, freshly sliced that morning, and he takes a polite sip.

"So what can you tell me?"

"Probably a lot. And Danny would probably prefer that I do, knowing him, the big baby," Sam sighs. "Listen Mr. Wayne, I can appreciate that you came here from a place of caution rather than intrusion. And if Danny was undergoing something negative or from an 'unwelcome outside influence' that would be the right call, and I, albeit begrudgingly, encourage you to do so in the future."

"But he's not."

"He's not," Sam confirms. "And in fact, I think he could really use someone to talk to about it. Outside of his family."

"I see..." Bruce says, shifting.

"If you want to tag team this one with one of the higher EQ players, such as Superman, I give you permission." Sam does not think she's imagining that slight sag of relief.

"Thank you," Bruce says, sliding off the stool. "I don't suppose you have material we could consult...?"

"Actually yes, I happen to have a pamphlet right here. 'So your ghostly body is changing, and how.'"

"You're being more sarcastic than usual."

"You interrupted my lunch, Mr. Wayne."

[puppetmaster13u]

DP X DC X Subnautica

Where the Justice League (mostly focusing on the Superfam or Batfam or Flashfam) are large leviathan-esque creatures living on Planet 4546B. Maybe they can change forms due to Precursor experimentation, maybe not. Those with young hang out around the shallows more than the others, what with most of them being large super or specialized predators.

Enter Danny Fenton, interning on the Aurora when the ship is shot down by the Quarantine Enforcement Platform. Oh sure he probably would have tried to stop the destruction and help, but his ghost powers are a bit on the fritz and a well-meaning worker pushes him into one of the last life pods seeing as he's a child.

Now the leviathans may not know what a ship is exactly, but they can definitely understand that in most cases things technology = precursors. As far as they understand, a metal deathtrap not unlike the old labs or caches fell alongside several metallic eggs, with the emerging hatchlings misshapen and not living long.

But then there's the egg that landed in the shallows, which at first they thought was empty. But a hatchling- much smaller than the previous ones- emerges, a day later than the rest, but they're alive even if their swimming is all wobbly! It's so tiny, and obviously hatched too early with the strange split tail and how it keeps swimming to the surface for air, and they have to protect it! Now if only the little hatchling would answer their calls and not dart into hiding spots whenever they approach...

Honestly this is up to the writer lol, but I like to think that Danny's ghost form, when he finally manages to achieve it again, goes a little naga-esque. Almost like a sea snake instead of just a whispy ghost tail, which while better for swimming doesn't help his freak out over most ghost powers still not working.

Danny is just trying to survive man, maybe find other survivors, turn off this big alien gun, stop creating frost crystals when he sneezes, the usual. He doesn't need giant humanoid-esque leviathan-sized sea creatures poking around!

[whatifyoulivelikethat]

favor, m | jjk

pairing(s): jungkook x reader

summary: Everyone thinks you and Jeon Jungkook should date for world peace. Their world peace, as in they are totally sick of girls chasing Jungkook around like starving wolves trying to take a bite out of a polite but very unwilling bunny. Pair the bunny with the human personification of fuck you and all their problems are solved! You are not amused.

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; ft Kim Seokjin as your brother; slice-of-life, slow burn, romantic kind of... it's me, ya know; smut (fem reader, the tiniest bit of a D/s dynamic, almost flashing your ass in a public park, sensory deprivation, chest appreciation(???), nipple play, m-receiving oral, handjob, edging (himself), cowgirl, multiple orgasms); non-idol!AU

--

“I need you to kiss me.”

“Wut.”

You jerked up as someone tried to climb on top of you.

“I need you to kiss–”

It took you mere seconds to shove the person down onto the chaise lounge that you had previously been, well, lounging on. White jersey fabric spilled over hot pink velvet. You grabbed his shoulder and rammed it into the back of the heavy tufted chair. He squirmed in your hand and you gripped tighter, digging your nails in. You heard ruckus; his name was being called in a breathy pitch.

“The fuck are you talking about?” you scowled.

Breathless, hurried. “I need to look taken.”

You pinned your knee to his abdomen. The man winced, discomfort adding to the panic in his facial expression.

“Please,” Jeon Jungkook gasped. “Do me this favor.”

His black hair was all over his face, framing big, deep, dark brown eyes and flushed cheeks. Trembling lips with a glint of silver, the lip piercing that everyone liked to rant about. He swung his arm and you caught his wrist, pushing it down. Leaned in. Jungkook was undeniably stronger than you. He could throw you off at any time.

As you came closer to his face, Jungkook became as rigid as Jell-O, gawking at you with dinner plates for eyes.

You stopped millimeters from his bated breath.

“I don’t need to actually kiss you to make it seem like I did,” you whispered to his open mouth, gazing into those irises that shimmered like pools of glimmering chocolate. “And I don’t need to kiss you to make you look taken, either.”

You nicked your nail against the inside of his wrist and Jungkook shuddered, his chin rising and yours tucking back, avoiding the shape of those pink lips. Held his shoulder securely, keeping him in place under you, the sounds of the party petering out in the stillness that was Jeon Jungkook staring into your eyes, pelting you with unspoken questions.

You realized your breathing was a little erratic.

You pressed your lips together, then your forehead to his. Raised an eyebrow, an action he felt more than saw.

“Why are you running from them?” you murmured, barely breathing.

You meant the girls chasing him around. There were always girls chasing Jeon Jungkook. He was too hot for his own good. Puberty stuck hard and way too fast, leaving Jungkook confused and cowering behind the safety of his older friends as he attempted to understand why so many people suddenly wanted his attention.

“I… I…”

You clicked your tongue, understanding his stutters. “Jimin and Taehyung wandered off, huh?”

You heard Jungkook’s name again.

You tilted your head and licked his cheek.

You heard his breath catch in his throat followed by the ghost of your name.

You raised your head, fast but lazy, rolling your eyes exaggeratedly, sitting on top of Jeon Jungkook like he was living room furniture rather than a person. You were getting real tired of being Jungkook’s meat shield to fend off half the human race.

“I licked him. He’s mine.”

You glared at the approaching girls, gasping and whispering behind their hands.

“Get lost,” you growled.

Jungkook’s wrist turned in your palm and he took your hand.

-

“You know, he’s totally your type.”

“He’s totally fucking not,” you responded calmly, holding the banana milk more by the straw than by the carton. It nearly slipped and you reluctantly snapped two fingers under it, balancing it as you spoke and sipped. “Why are we talking about him again?”

“I’m just saying,” the insistent baritone voice continued as you leaned back in the chair, dangerously on the two back legs, metal screaming against concrete as Kim Taehyung paraded around the café tables that they were his stage. “He’s cute, hot, kind, diligent, and he trusts you.”

“You’re just sick of fending off the women and low-key jealous that maybe he might get more numbers than you by not trying at all.”

Taehyung smacked his big palm onto the red-painted aluminum table beside you.

“No.”

Sounded way too defensive to be true.

You raised your eyebrows and sucked real hard, creating a loud echoey suction due to the lack of fluid in the straw.

Those dark eyes squinted at you under waves of black-brown hair. His golden skin caught the afternoon sunlight, lips twisting in annoyance at your press-X-to-doubt expression.

“I am not jealous,” Taehyung said slowly, evenly. “He does need help though.”

You swung the empty container of banana milk by the straw, chuckling around it. “Uh huh. Not from me.”

Taehyung threw up his hands and kicked one of the chairs, sliding into it so he could flop down, poking the air between you and him. “Come on. Think about it. Jungkook totally suits you. He combats all of your negative qualities – stubborn, abrasive, intimidating, hates everybody.”

You let both eyebrows lift this time. If not for physical constraints, they would have rocketshipped to the fucking moon.

“Hah?”

Taehyung waved his hands dismissively as if he didn’t just insult you. “It would really help everyone if you two, you know,” he sing-songed, wiggling his fingers together like seaweed or perhaps tentacles from two weird monsters. Implying… something. “Discovered the magic between you two.”

You blinked slowly.

“Are you drunk? Was there something in that soda from the vending machine?”

Taehyung shot you a deadpan glare. “Just date him and shit.”

“No. Why should I do that?”

“Because you can and it would help everyone involved!”

“Who else is involved?”

“Literally everyone!”

“Why would everyone be involved?” you spat, dropping the banana milk carton, only for Taehyung to catch it and toss it in the trash can several meters away, getting it in on the first try.

“Because! You suit each other! Everyone thinks so!”

-

Kim Seokjin nearly spat his entire gulp of water all over Park Jimin.

“My sister? Hell to the fucking no!”

Jimin cowered behind his arms and made a face at the older man, who began coughing and choking and generally dying, all because Jimin asked Seokjin if it was a good idea for Jeon Jungkook to date, well, his sister, which was apparently a bad idea. At least to Seokjin’s ears.

“Hyung, are–”

“Don’t touch me, you want to do my sister!” Seokjin wheezed. “Fucking… My sister?!” He looked like he was about to pass out on the spot.

“I don’t want to do anything,” Jungkook shot back, waving his hands around. “I don’t know what Jimin is going on about.”

Seokjin looked highly offended. “Excuse me, you think you’re too good for my sister?”

“I didn’t say that–”

“Yah, you better not, even my sister is way too pretty for the likes of you!”

“Well, yeah, she’s good-looking, everyone in your family is–”

“Oi, she’s drop-dead gorgeous, which reminds me, why aren’t you dead for wanting to touch my sister?”

“You’re sending mixed signals, hyung,” Jimin butted in as Jungkook’s brain swirled in confusion on whether he was supposed to find his hyung’s sister hot or not. The youngest kept sputtering, this wasn’t my idea, but Seokjin was having none of it, wagging his finger in the air and jabbing Jungkook repeatedly in the pecs, to which the other male responded by slapping the prodding hands away, thus starting a light fight.

Jimin wedged himself between them, grabbing Seokjin’s broad shoulders with some effort, struggling to shake some sense into him. “Hey! Hey, hear me out.”

“I’m not listening to shit–”

“Your sister is basically evil incarnate.”

Seokjin huffed, flipping the ends of his hair. “There can only be one pure angel in this family.”

Jungkook mouthed behind Jimin’s head, hello, he just insulted your sister? Seokjin pretended not to see.

“If he dates your sister, one, she’ll totally mellow out. She’ll develop a soft spot for him.”

The self-declared most handsome man in the room contorted his very handsome face into sheer disbelief. “Are you being serious right now?” Seokjin scoffed.

“She will! Look at him.”

Jungkook put on his best, most charming what-the-actual-fuck face, because that was what he was feeling right now.

Jimin barreled on, ignoring his reaction. “Two, we’ll finally cut out those annoying girls that follow us around because they think Jungkook is some kinda rock-n-roll star with his tattoos and shit. They totally won’t approach if she’s around.”

“That’s because she’s evil,” Seokjin grumbled.

“Three, you really want some ugly dude as your brother-in-law? At least you know Jungkook.”

“Oh, yeah, an idiot is so much better!”

“Hey!” Jungkook yelled.

“Yah, I can say that because I’m an idiot.”

“That… doesn’t make any sense!”

Jimin ignored Jungkook’s outburst and shoved him aside, waving his small hands in front of Seokjin’s face in attempt to avoid any more light fighting. “Hey! Hey! At least talk to her about it. Come on. She’s cool, she’s smart, she’s tough, and she’s not gonna let anyone talk shit. She’ll protect Jungkook.”

Seokjin winced, giving Jimin a disgusted look. “Who wants to date my sister, you or him?”

Jungkook frowned. “I don’t need protection.”

Jimin spun around, exasperatedly rolling his eyes. “Bro, you are too fucking nice to tell people no and get caught up in conversations that are way too long and too invasive. Taehyung and I have to basically prevent you from being kidnapped every single time we go out!”

Jungkook’s frown turned into a determined pout. “I can fend for myself.”

Jimin stared at him.

Jungkook sighed and looked away.

“Hey.” Seokjin relented, crossing his arms. “You actually want to date my sister or what? Don’t play around.”

Both Jimin and Seokjin watched as Jungkook’s ears began turn from pink to red, then the full-on flush crept onto his cheeks. He quickly ticked his head, throwing black strands over his eyes that were shifting a little too rapidly from side to side. Hands in his pockets and he looked at neither of his hyungs, the expected answer on the tip of his tongue, but for some reason Jungkook couldn’t say it, remaining tight-lipped and sealed, silenced by the truth.

“Yah, you’re taking a long time to say no…!”

-

You spun around, surprised by the lingering footsteps even after you released that hand.

“The hell? You’re still with me?”

He blinked, looking back with those deep, dark brown eyes.

“Of course, I’m still with you.”

You raised your eyebrows at Jeon Jungkook and his windswept black hair, his white long-sleeve shirt and loose black athletic pants flapping in the wind. He had a black cap on when he walked through the door, but it seemed to have disappeared somewhere in between mumbled hellos and trying to jump on top of you to demand a kiss.

“Aren’t you gonna go back and find your friends?” you asked off-handedly, walking along the sidewalk backwards, sticking your hands into your acid-wash black denim jacket. “I helped you already.”

Jungkook shook his head, following your wayward steps.

“I don’t want to go back there. It’s not fun anymore.”

It’s not fun anymore.

You quickly turned around, speeding up the pace. Sucked the inside of your cheek, creating a loud popping sound. There was no lie there. How could it be fun anymore? It was probably fun the first couple times, but now it was probably just exhausting for someone who wanted to be left alone.

“Why do you go to Hoseok’s parties?” he asked, trotting to catch up.

You shrugged. “Free booze.”

Jungkook frowned at you. “You don’t even drink.”

You shot him a playful smirk. “Could start.” Spun your finger by your head. “Get crazy. Fuck somebody. Or somebodies. Ruin relationships I don’t care about. Get into a fight.”

Something flickered in those black-brown orbs. Doubt? Annoyance?

Jealousy?

“You wouldn’t do that.”

You shrugged. “I might.”

“You’re secretly nice.”

You snorted, keeping it as inelegant as possible. “Oh yeah? Who told you that?” Layered the sarcasm on thick. “God?”

And Jungkook looked at you, those big, deep, dark brown eyes, searching for who you were.

“Yoongi-hyung.”

Your shoulders froze up. You kept walking, swift and sharp, Jungkook in stride beside you. Suddenly, you couldn’t quite look at him. You heard the sound of a car and it was slowing down. Pestering pitched voices. You scowled, grabbing Jungkook’s hand, breaking out into a run in your thick-soled black boots.

“Run with me,” you laughed, forcing it out to patch over the awkwardness.

“We’re already running!”

-

“Hey. Sorry. Is your brother here?”

“Oh, no, sorry. He went on his own to practice his lines at the studio.”

“Ah.”

A beat of disappointed silence.

“Okay. Sorry to bother you.”

You reached out and grabbed the sleeve of that parka, stopping those downcast eyes shrouded with hair and a black baseball cap pulled low. The man stopped turning around. Glanced at your hold, then up at you.

You gave him a half-smile, tugging at Min Yoongi’s sleeve.

“I marinated some pork. Come on, eat dinner with me.”

He let out a breath he had been holding. “Ah, no. No, I don’t want to bother you.”

“You’re just gonna go out and eat crap fast food anyway,” you chided, rolling your eyes. “Eat a real meal or I’ll never hear the end of it from that big mouth.” You meant your brother. You saw that Yoongi knew that, a twinkle appearing in the dullness that was those eyes hiding behind a curtain of black strands.

“I can cook on my own, you know.”

It was a weak refusal.

“Yeah, but you’re not going to, are you?” you pointed out.

There was silence that melded with a thousand unspoken words between you and him. You held onto his parka, stubborn and unyielding, and you could tell he wanted his silence, but you weren’t giving it to him, and, in the end, he gave up, stepping into the house. You closed the front door behind him. Let him have his routine. Everyone had one. Some took their coat off first, some their shoes, some neatly, some haphazardly.

You turned around after hearing nothing for several seconds.

Yoongi looked back at you, raising the brim of his hat.

“Guess you two are related, huh.”

You made a face of mock disgust. He laughed softly. Rolled your eyes and wandered off to the kitchen to finish the meal you had been making. Yoongi followed, asking if he could help. You had him cut up the pa-kimchi to more sizable pieces. The rest of the time was quiet, save for the sound of popping oil and crisping meat. He knew where all the bowls and chopsticks were. Nodded in thanks as you served him sizzling pork and vegetables on top of white rice, sliding it in front of him first before immediately facing the sink to clean the pan.

Yoongi waited until you were done and ate with you.

“It’s too hot to eat right away,” was his excuse.

You let him have his excuse, nodding in agreement.

He chewed carefully as you shoved a big bite in your mouth.

“It’s good.”

You covered your lips as you spoke. “Who do you think taught him? Best investment of my life.”

Yoongi smiled and that was that.

You chewed, savory spice coating your tongue, watching him. He noticed and looked up from his food, black cap removed and beside him now. Still hiding, guarded in his gaze, but curious at your undivided attention. You could tell he expected you to look away, but you did not, still chewing, taking in his pale face, dark circles, flattened straight black hair.

You swallowed.

“Why do you want to talk to him, anyway?” you asked. “Did he do something stupid?”

Yoongi let out a puff of amusement, shaking his head. “No. Hyung didn’t do anything.”

You nodded. The meal blanketed in silence once again. You were standing at the counter as Yoongi sat at one of the barstools. You placed your chopsticks down and reached over to the cabinet, taking out a small glass. Went to the fridge. Took out a bottle of soju.

Poured some into the glass and placed it in front of Yoongi.

He raised his eyebrows. A mute question. You pointed to the meat, then to him.

“It’s a heavy meal. You need some lightness to wash it down.”

You let it be known. He searched your eyes. You didn’t hide. A thousand words in that silence. He could see that you knew despite him not saying anything. Maybe not the details, the specifics, the exact reasons, but you understood and you did not ask for elaboration.

Yoongi smiled, nodding once, and that was enough.

You put the soju back and continued eating. Spaced out.

“I sometimes wish I was more like hyung,” Yoongi said after several sips of soju.

“Head empty, no thoughts?” you chuckled, nibbling on a scallion. “Yeah, pretty hard to have an existential crisis when you have no thoughts about existence in the first place.”

Inquisitive expression. “Bothers you?”

You hummed, sucking the side of your teeth to dislodge some food. Thought about it. “No.” You glanced at Yoongi.

You could see he didn’t believe you.

You gave him a half-smile. Sighed a little. “It would be really easy to hate him,” you mused, separating a bite of rice with your chopsticks. “But he didn’t do anything. He didn’t ask to exist, didn’t know life was easy because he was the firstborn son, didn’t know to wonder what I was thinking or how I felt about this or that.” You chuckled, popping the rice into your mouth, tucking it into your cheek, chewing lightly. “I wouldn’t know how to respond to those questions even if he asked them. He just kept being nice to me even when I was mean and, when I asked him why, Seokjin said, because I’m your brother and you’re my sister.” You swallowed and rolled your eyes, hanging your head to the side as your line of sight settled on Yoongi sitting beside you.

One of your brother’s friends, relatively quiet, close to only those that he knew well.

He was close to Seokjin.

Your brother was always himself. Your brother was never discouraged. Your brother made the world laugh, filled it with brightness, even to the point of making himself look like an idiot. Not because it was his nature, but mostly because he wanted his loved ones to remember that he was always there for them. You knew you were more like him than you let on, but you chose to hide behind bitterness at, well, nothing really, being mad at society was pointless, and yet it was a sting that couldn’t be ignored, so you maintained a tough exterior, hoping everyone would get the hint and leave you the fuck alone.

It was never Seokjin’s fault that you lived in his shadow but society sure enjoyed constantly reminding you about it.

You scoffed and shook your head.

“I’d hate him except he’s the best, so I don’t.”

Yoongi hummed. “Mmm.”

You collected what was left in your bowl and cocked an eyebrow. “What?”

His face didn’t change. Almost bored. Borderline expressionless.

“It’s pretty unfair that everyone in this family have healing personalities and are good-looking.”

You felt your face freeze up, sudden heat at your cheeks and ears.

“Don’t come onto me after I’ve made you a meal. You’re making it weird.”

You heard Yoongi chuckle but you didn’t watch, bringing the bowl to your mouth and wolfing down the last bit of your food, busying yourself with the dirty dishes to avoid his gaze. In the end, your brother didn’t come home, but the meal seemed to be enough. You watched Yoongi put on his shoes and hat, facing you now, no longer hiding behind black bangs and dull eyes.

“Thanks for the food.”

“Mmm,” was your best response, avoiding words to avoid it getting too weird.

“Next time, I’ll make a meal for you to even it out.”

The side of your lips curved into a small smirk, throwing him a challenge. “Oh? I want lamb skewers then.”

Yoongi laughed, flashing his teeth and gums, shaking his head. Brightness in those eye-smiles.

“I’m sure I could make that.”

You opened the door for him. He turned and waved a hand, walking out. Your eyes followed his back, parka and cap. Yoongi stopped when he reached the end of the steps.

Turned back around and gave you a half-smile.

For some reason, it relieved you.

You returned that half-smile and Yoongi seemed satisfied, striding down the sidewalk with confidence.

-

“Woo, jeez. I’m gonna need a drink.”

You threw yourself against the vending machine dramatically and reached into your pocket, pulling out a crumpled bill. Unceremoniously jammed it into the slot, mashing the buttons. Clang! The lemon kombucha tumbled down and you swiped for it. Cracked it open, ticking your chin at Jungkook as he skidded to a stop beside you, cheeks flushed but still too composed to be a couch potato.

Your brother was right.

Jeon Jungkook was a muscle pig.

You took a giant swig. Jungkook beamed at you, his smile like a thousand lightbulbs under the pessimistic blanket you kept over your head.

It hurt your eyes.

“That was fun,” he said, his voice breathy and fluttery.

You tapped the vending machine glass but remained against it, too out of breath to reply, masking it with your aggressive gulping of your kombucha. Avoided looking at him, feeling his heat as he stepped up to the machine, feeding in his own money and punching the numbers. Long seconds ticked past, embellished by the background music of the machinery whirring.

Then you made a mistake.

You glanced up.

Jungkook noticed immediately and made eye contact.

Something in you told you to look away, and then the second thought came to interrupt it, this isn’t a drama, look at him in the eyes, don’t be scared of some guy, and so you stared into those big, deep, dark brown eyes, pools of glimmering chocolate, barely hearing the clang of the drink dropping down. Seemed like Jungkook didn’t hear it either; his hand was pressed to the glass, each breath making his shoulders rise and fall, black hair wisping over his tanned cheekbones, parted pink lips with a mole underneath, a detail of his mouth that was just as prominent as his silver lip ring, and you knew them all because someone put it in your head that maybe, just maybe, you and Jeon Jungkook suited each other.

Maybe.

You cocked your head to the bottom of the vending machine.

“Your drink.”

Jungkook jumped, letting out the breath he had been holding, quickly grabbing the bottle awaiting him at the open slot.

Lemon kombucha.

You raised your eyebrows as he twisted it open. He caught your question, chuckling awkwardly.

“Ah… I happen to like this brand too. What are the odds…?”

You nodded dazedly, still perched against the machine. Now what? There were a lot of things you could do in this situation. A lot of things you would have done if it was someone else. Probably grab the hem of his shirt and drag him closer, make that magical moment you knew he craved, that airtight seal between your lips and his lips, steal his breath and his heart so fast that he, like so many others, wouldn’t even know it, hinting at that illusionary utopia everyone seemed to believe in.

You didn’t believe in it yourself.

You just liked to create that façade and then shatter it.

You watched Jungkook place his lips at the lip of the bottle and drink, noticing your attentive gaze and looking back, confusion and curiosity rolled together. You tilted your head, searching those pols of glimmering chocolate.

You didn’t not like him.

But you definitely didn’t want everyone to be right.

“Why’d you get the tattoos?” you suddenly asked, pointing to his right arm. The dark ink was visible even under the white jersey fabric.

He looked down as if he had just discovered his own arm. “Oh… I always wanted tattoos. I thought they were cool.”

“Is that your goal in life? To be cool?”

He looked like he was about to respond, but instead he raised his arm and reached over with his left hand to yank the sleeve of his right down, turning his forearm so that you could read the typewritten font. Rather be dead than cool. He shrugged as if this was enough of an answer.

You nodded, accepting it.

“Do you…” Jungkook hesitated, then chose to continue. “Like tattoos?”

“Me?” You laughed. “Of course. I can’t get any.”

His brows knitted together. Defiance and it wasn’t even his body. “Why not?”

You smiled.

“I know a dangerous addiction when I see one.”

-

“You okay?”

“Yeah.”

A hand rested on your shoulder. You continued staring at your phone, scrolling mindlessly.

“You didn’t eat your dinner.”

You chewed on your lip.

“I’m okay, Seokjinnie.”

Your brother rubbed your shoulder gently, sitting down beside you on the couch. Just you and him now, your parents often travelling. They used their retirement to its fullest, relishing the riches of the world. You placed your head against his broad shoulder, lowering your phone.

“I’m okay,” you murmured.

Seokjin put his arm around you, leaning his head against yours. You didn’t like it when people touched you. It seemed fake, disingenuous. But not Seokjin. He used to rant and jabber on in your moods, but now he stayed silent after you told him that this was better. You used to push him away, saying that you needed to be left alone to have your epiphany on your own, but he was too protective to let you be. You both ended up settling on this, his calming touch and quiet.

“You gotta eat,” Seokjin whispered. Almost urgently. “Eating is happiness.”

Well, he tried to be silent. It was still a struggle.

“Mhm. Especially your food.”

You could tell he was beaming even though you weren’t looking at his face. Seokjin never turned down a compliment, although he seemed to enjoy the ones that he gave himself most. Yours came in second-best though.

“Why is it,” you sighed, letting your thoughts escape. “That you only start living life when you realize life means nothing?”

“Is that the formula?” Seokjin replied, his voice pitching in doubt. “What am I then? Dead?”

“You don’t think any thoughts about life. You’re just living mindlessly.”

“It’s a lot less confusing that way, you know.”

It was, but you didn’t feel like telling him that he was right.

“You think a lot in this little head of yours.”

“You think too little in that big head of yours,” you retorted, feeling his fingers massaging your scalp. Not a true statement, but bickering required a certain level of dishonesty to remain sincere.

Minutes passed. He didn’t fight you because you indulged him in a little of your troubles. You didn’t want to get too into it. He understood that. He was the same way. But sharing nothing and relying on distraction only created distance. This was the balance that formed with adulthood and learning about each other.

Still, sometimes it was better to change the subject.

“You think about what I said?” Seokjin asked casually.

Your lips curved into a half-smile. You could hear the unease and annoyance in his voice. You knew exactly what he was talking about. Or, more accurately, who.

“Yeah.”

“Crazy, right?”

“Pretty crazy.”

Silence.

“He probably has cooties.”

“They all do. Men are nasty.”

You didn’t have to see Seokjin’s squint of disapproval to know it was there. Refuting you would be counterintuitive to his goal though, so he remained in mute calculation, weighing the pros and cons. It was up to you to break him out of that math.

“Jungkook seems like an immaculate, clean person though.”

Seokjin was quick to dispute. “Are you kidding me? That kid has so much stuff. You could never make all that look neat. Hah,” he tutted, shaking his head and causing yours to move as well. “One is never enough. He needs a billion to find the perfect one.”

“Mmm. A worrying trend.”

It was a comfortable silence, but short-lived.

“You don’t have to do anything. You can pretend like no one said anything. You’re good at that.”

It was a dig; however, you were not offended. “I wasn’t gonna do anything.”

“Oh. Good.”

You could sense Seokjin’s inner struggle. “He’s not like… a bad person or anything. We get along really well,” he managed to get out with some effort.

“I know. I watch you pick a fight and lose every time.”

“I don’t lose! He doesn’t follow the rules of the match!” Seokjin whined, annoyed at his own reminiscing.

“Your rules don’t make sense.”

“Rules don’t have to make sense. They’re rules and you follow them. How else is a game supposed to be fun or worth winning if everything made sense?”

-

“Let me ask you something.”

Jungkook was crushing the empty kombucha bottles into flat pancakes to recycle them. He seemed very proud doing so, neat and orderly. “Hm?”

“Do you actually believe them? That we’re compatible?”

He punched the kombucha bottle so hard it flew off the park table and skidded several meters away.

You raised your eyebrows.

Mumbled apology, red ears, and a quick scurry later, the smashed bottle was in the recycling. You waited. Jungkook took his time with the other, flattening it better than any trash compactor out there. You almost missed his response.

“I took your name to a fortune teller,” he said quietly, not looking at you. “They said it was a good match, your name and mine.”

You frowned. “You believe that stuff?”

He nodded slowly, tossing the bottle into the recycling bin. “Yeah. I’m easily influenced.”

“Hmm.”

You stuck your hands into your acid-wash denim jacket, feeling a slight chill in your oversized t-shirt that you were using as a dress. The knit fabric was covered in cool-toned watercolor roses overlaid by a large black crescent moon. You squinted at nothing, using your black boot to kick a weed underfoot. Fortunes, huh. What could be or just a self-fulfilling prophecy? Maybe this was already the latter with all the outside interference. But you had already decided that you were going to live this life however you wanted, so no matter how much others pushed, you were going to remain immobile, until…

“Do you remember that night you helped me solve that calculus problem?” Jungkook suddenly asked, cutting through your thoughts like a hot knife through butter.

Smooth.

“Yeah, you came over ‘cause I’m the only one good at math,” you snickered, running a hand through your hair. “Even though I hadn’t done calculus in years.” You sniffed, recalling the memory. “It was just an extra credit problem but you were determined to solve it.”

“You solved it.”

“Uh huh.”

“I fell asleep at around ten, but you stayed up until the middle of the night, teaching yourself how to solve it so you could teach me. You wrote it down step-by-step and even added extra notes to clarify why and what you were doing at each part.”

You sucked the inside of your cheek and felt your eyebrow twitch, looking away to the grassy area of the park. “Well, it was bothering me too. It wasn’t like it was that long ago when I learned Calculus, at the time anyway. Hah, but when you do stuff too early, sometimes you forget it too early as well.”

“I remember your face when you woke me up at three in the morning, trying to explain.” Jungkook chuckled and you snuck a peek to see his sheepish grin, his hand behind his head. Ruffled hair and distance. Too much like a drama, so you looked away quickly, chewing on the side of your lower lip. “I was too sleepy to understand, but I got it the next day when I was on the train, reading your explanation.”

“Well, you learn fast. You were good at school. Except English.”

Jungkook made a dismissive noise and whistled lightly.

You turned your head, smirk on your lips.

Facing him.

His eyes slid back, whistle disappearing. His lips were still sticking out, a soft ‘o’. It slowly dissipated, and suddenly you were aware of the sun dipping low, the streetlights turning on, daydreams slipping into starlit scenes, and they were watching you, those pools of glimmering chocolate, his voice echoing in your head, I need you to kiss me, and you raised an eyebrow, questioning it.

“I never forgot what you did for me.”

You listened to his voice, asking him wordlessly, you’re still with me, your fists in your pockets, hmph, everyone couldn’t be right, no, this was just some dumb game played by your brother’s friends who got this stupid idea in their heads and were running with it until it wasn’t fun anymore.

“You woke me up and it was like I was still dreaming,” Jungkook continued, his words like shivering glass. Strange. What was he afraid of? Seemed weird to be nervous after the earlier events of trying to climb on top of you. “You could have told me to go ask the teacher later or another classmate, but you stayed up late and taught yourself to teach me.”

Of course, I’m still with you.

You shrugged. “I knew I could do it.”

“You could have given up and called me an idiot.”

“You’re a little bit of an idiot.”

He frowned.

You shrugged again, half-smile on your lips. “It isn’t that big of a deal.”

“It is because it shows your character,” Jungkook retorted childishly.

“Who cares about that?” you scoffed, closing one eye and lifting your chin. “All this world cares about are what you look like and what you pretend to be.”

His reply was clear.

“You’re both beautiful and real.”

You flinched. Something in you was telling you to run again, but your second thought pushed it away, this is not a drama and you’re not a kid, don’t run, but there were no words you could follow up with, not when Jungkook was looking at you with those fierce, deep, dark brown eyes, tension over his features at your stubbornness, remembering he needs a billion to find the perfect one, and...

There was no such thing as the perfect one.

You sighed, looking away, then looking back, pointed eye contact, telling yourself that this wasn’t a drama and you weren’t a kid. You didn’t run from things like this and you weren’t going to.

Not then, not now, not ever.

“Why do you run from those that try to court you?” You cocked your head, referencing the large number. Not a billion but somewhere around there. “They might be there, in that mess. Your fortune or whatever.”

Jungkook looked down, but you jerked slightly, catching his gaze, not letting him run. He paused at your determination. Why do you go to Hoseok’s parties? There was something different now. You could see it in the way he was scrutinizing you, as if he just now realized something.

“Maybe.”

Or...?

“But you can make your own fortune too. I don’t want to be stuck with someone who doesn’t know what you know.”

You furrowed your brows, tilting you head. “What do I know?”

“That life means nothing,” Jungkook said, familiar words and you began to realize Jungkook was Seokjin’s friend after all and he was a lot more observant than you were giving him credit for. “And your motto is to truly live it, no matter what anyone says.”

He grinned.

All teeth and earnestness, sincerity so real it was blinding.

“I think that’s pretty fucking cool.”

You know, he’s totally your type.

He was, but then everybody started saying he was and that became annoying.

“Gah!”

You flung your hands out of your pockets. Fists to spread fingers, irritated at the words and, worse, the way the words made you feel, ignoring Jungkook’s yelp of surprise and stepping towards him, his big eyes getting bigger when your hands seized the front of his white shirt. You growled, shaking him a little roughly.

“I hate that I like you.”

And then you kissed him.

-

You gotta wake him up.

The excitement had kept you awake. You clutched pages of scribbled equations. Your various attempts at trying to decipher derivates and integrals with the same red mechanical pencil you used at university when you went not too long ago. Maybe there was some magic in it. Some magical learning bullshit, because you figured it out with only the textbook as your guide. There was no better feeling than understanding a concept that you previously thought was difficult. A very satisfying victory.

Wake him up.

You stared at Jeon Jungkook passed out on your couch. You had pulled a Pikachu blanket over him when he fell asleep and continued your trials, your brows furrowed and with one lamp on, silently concentrating over homework that wasn’t even yours.

It had bothered you greatly, not knowing.

You stared at black hair over shut eyes, the rise and fall of his broad chest, that head cushioned by those luxe faux fur cushions Seokjin had insisted on buying over two years ago at that pricey store. White because they looked clean and expensive. You thought it was a dumb idea. Your brother had promised that he would yell very loudly at his friends if they spilled anything on them. You had reluctantly agreed, chucking them into the cart.

Right now, the white fur surrounded Jungkook’s sleepy head like a soft cloud, haloing the dreamy starlit scenes that were being played out behind his closed eyelids.

He’s handsome.

You turned back to the table. Got a fresh sheet of paper, untangling the papers and re-writing the solution to the problem. Spaced-out and clear. You now knew the concepts that he understood well and those that he didn’t, adding extra explanation beside steps that fell into the latter category. The melody of graphite scratching became the background music to your thoughts you recalled back to earlier in the evening.

“This question is for extra credit,” you remembered telling him.

“I want to solve it, if I can,” he had said.

You remembered looking into his eyes, seeing the fierce determination in them.

“Okay. Let’s figure it out then.”

Later, you could tell Jungkook wanted to give up even after saying that, but he saw your perseverance and reignited his motivation, asking to try different approaches. Still, the frustration was rising every time you both hit a wall until you finally caught him nodding off, his head practically hitting the coffee table.

“Lay down for a bit.”

He didn’t have the energy to refuse, climbing into the sofa when you nudged him, and you turned back, only to feel a hand gasping at your sweater. Gentle tug. Small mumble of your name.

“S'kay… thanks for helping me… you should go sleep… zzz…”

Jungkook hadn’t let go until he was no longer awake.

There was no reason to keep trying. It wasn’t even your homework. It was an extra credit problem. Jungkook had already surrendered to his dreams. The only reason to continue was pure academic curiosity, stubbornness, and your belief that you could do it.

And you did.

Then you wrote it neatly for him to understand.

Done.

You turned back to his sleeping form. Hovered. His lips were slightly parted in his dozing state. You reached over and brushed the hair out of his eyes. Paused.

Grazed your knuckle against his cheek.

His diligence is cute.

There was something about his earnestness that had inspired you to try a little harder. That mixed with your adamant nature kept you going until you were victorious. Maybe it was a fool’s errand. Maybe it was wasted effort. Maybe it meant nothing at all.

“But you wanted to solve it,” you murmured softly to the dreaming sleepyhead wrapped up in the fuzzy pastel yellow blanket covered with Pikachu’s various adorable facial expressions. Your hand retreated, feeling a half-smile on your lips.

I like him.

It wasn’t a grand moment. No bells chimed. Sparks didn’t fly. A cheesy, serendipitous love song didn’t play in the background. In fact, Jungkook was borderline snoring, your back hurt from sitting at the coffee table for so long, and your brain was crammed with more math than the wonderful little things that made Jungkook, Jungkook, but that was the moment that you knew that you liked him. You knew, as surely as you knew the answer to the calculus problem that had plagued you until three in the morning.

You knew.

You didn’t know what the hell to do about it, but that was a later you problem.

You placed your hand on his shoulder and shook it.

“Jungkook? Jungkook, I solved it.”

His eyes barely cracked open.

“Wuh…?”

-

Then everybody started to say, wow, you two would suit each other, and certainty morphed into defiance because, come on, what the fuck, everyone was saying the same thing, talking in your ears nonstop and driving you up the wall, so you shut it all out. Covered your ears and prayed for your intuition to be wrong.  Because the one person that didn’t say anything was, well, the one who mattered.

On the verge of giving up was the moment that he chose to say something.

Sheesh.

Did he know how troublesome it had been? How troublesome he was?

You pressed your lips to his, tilting your head to deepen the kiss, your fingers curling into the white fabric, ghosting your tongue over his lower lip, inhaling his clean scent. Citrus, linen, vanilla, the notes of his cologne burning into your memory.

Then you felt a breeze against your ass.

You jerked back.

Jungkook’s hand caught under the hem of your oversized shirt.

“What are you doing?” you snapped.

Huge round eyes. “Um.” He tried to pull his hand back but you grabbed his wrist, squeezing it harshly. He winced, eyes shifting. “S-Sorry. I–”

“We’re in the neighborhood park, I just admitted that I like you, and you’re trying to expose my ass to whoever walks past? Are you advertising it?”

Jungkook seemed to finally link those things together. The kiss must have scrambled his common sense or some shit. He shook his head very quickly. “No. No! Definitely not. I don’t want that.”

You raised your eyebrows. Only physical constraints prevented them from going any higher. He stepped closer, frowning slightly. Actually, more of a pout.

“I… I don’t want to be with anyone else.”

Somehow, hearing it from him made your cheeks burn hot. Somehow, it was way more embarrassing hearing him saying things like that to you. You looked away from those glimmering pools of chocolate, gripping his wrist far too tight. His other hand came up tentatively, settling on your back, his warm body bumping into yours.

“I thought about it a thousand times,” he muttered, speaking to the top of your head. “Because what was the perfect way to ask the perfect person? Everyone kept getting in the way, and I just wanted it to be right, the correct words to say, the picture-perfect scene, the most beautiful moment yet to come…”

“Jungkook.”

You looked up abruptly. Jungkook flinched back, avoiding your head with his chin, gawking down at you with those deep, dark brown eyes.

His hard dick was pressing against your bare thigh through his pants.

You shifted your leg and he visibly shivered, big eyes getting bigger, clearly knowing exactly what you meant without you saying anything at all. He tried to move the lower half of his body away, but your leg followed, practically going between his hard thighs, causing him to both freeze and give up.

“Let’s go back to my place.”

“B-But, hyung–”

“Seokjin’s at the party. He’s too drunk to know what’s up or down anymore.”

-

“What sho–”

You held Jungkook’s anxious face in your hands, forcing him to sit down on your bed.

“Don’t think too much about it. It’s perfect that way,” you replied, before capturing his lips again.

Perhaps Jungkook trusted your expertise, or possibly it was the boundless confidence that you were displaying, or maybe he just straight up wanted to be led along, satisfied in losing himself to dancing tongue and grazing fingertips, whispering your name in between gasps that you drank with ease. Here, there was no one to talk in your ear and muddle your mind. Here you could trust in how you felt and how to show it, tracing his cheekbone, temple, fingers tangling into his hair, tugging you both down onto lilac sheets and your Pokémon-themed pastel duvet of Pikachu and friends serving delicious desserts, but the real sweetness was his gentle sigh and the way the dying light splayed across the room, lingering between your bodies, daydreams slipping into a starlit scene, ah, well, would have been if it wasn’t for the lights of suburbia interrupting the magic.

But that didn’t matter.

Because you and him were the magic.

“Jungkook…”

You shrugged out of your jacket. Let it fall to the ground. Soft kisses onto his cheeks, his lips, the mole underneath them, kept going until he laughed, and you wouldn’t be caught dead with anyone knowing how you were acting right now, absolutely not, and he looked up at you as you stilled, suddenly self-aware of what he was doing to you. You gave him a half-smile and let go of his face, busying yourself with pulling up his long-sleeve shirt instead.

“When did you fall in love with me?” Jungkook asked underneath the white jersey fabric, dragging it along to help you remove it. His grinning head popped out, black hair askew, carelessly tossing the shirt aside.

You pursed your lips, sitting in his lap.

“I’m not in love with you.”

He pulled a pout. “Go back to lying to me.”

Tongue in cheek, half-smile. “Maybe I was always in love with you. It was hard to say it because there are so many girls in the way. The odds weren’t looking good for our hero.”

He squinted at you, suspicious. “I’d put my money on you.”

“Nuh uh, gambling is a bad habit.”

“Why didn’t you do anything sooner? You could have.”

You almost joked again, but you saw the way his shoulders slumped, heard his tone drop. Those deep, dark brown eyes on you, wondering for real. You didn’t have the heart to make light of it.

“I could have,” you agreed quietly. “Then everyone started saying it, so I started doubting it.” You scrunched up your face childishly in front of shirtless, mature-bodied Jungkook. “I don’t like it when other people tell me what to do.”

He tilted his head.

“It’s not so bad.”

You tilted your head back, questioning and curious.

“What isn’t?”

You suddenly noticed the red flush slowly appearing on his cheeks despite his unfluctuating tone.

“Someone telling you what to do,” Jungkook whispered, his hair and shoulders haloed by the last rays of the sun.

Oh?

You raised your hand.

His large eyes immediately tracked the movement, following the curve of your fingers.

“Close your eyes.”

He hesitated, those glimmering pools of sweet chocolate shifting to your face. A little bit of fear, a tiny bit of excitement, a lot of trust. You nodded, said it again.

“Close your eyes.”

Jungkook closed his eyes.

You placed your fingers on his shaking chest. He sucked in a breath, falling back onto his hands, shoulders rigid. Warm. Smooth. Traveling down to the small moles that dotted his chest, one by one, slow and exploratory. Small movement of your fingertips leaning forward and shifting to your fingernails, scratching lightly at his tan skin. His gasp made his torso twitch first before you heard it, body shuddering at the sensation. You tested him a little more, pressing your nails into his flexed pecs, raking them up. His gasp drew out, pink lips parting, becoming a low moan, brows furrowing but eyes still shut, and you kept your silence, lessening the pressure as you outlined his straining neck with your touch, feeling the blood pumping hard under your fingertips.

Shallow, tense breaths.

Struggling to whisper your name. It came out in a whimper.

“I’m here,” you murmured back.

You could tell Jungkook was embarrassed but he still didn’t open his eyes, either because you hadn’t said so or because he was reassured by the huskiness of your voice, satisfied that you were not unaffected by what was happening. The pads of your fingers trailed along his collarbone, down, nails past his racing heartbeat, his sharp inhale and then you paused.

He stilled.

You placed your middle fingertip on his left nipple.

Massaged it slowly, lightly.

His teeth sunk into his lower lip and Jungkook turned his head away, muffled groan behind closed lips. You felt the nub harden under your touch and nicked it with your nail, watching his head fall back and his shoulders tremble, eyes still closed but for some reason he couldn’t face you, his fingers clutching your duvet and wrinkling it with tension, the muscles in his arms suddenly tense, the tattoos of his right arm standing out on taut skin.

You continued rubbing and slid off his lap.

“Wha – fuck!”

Placed your tongue on the other nipple and started rubbing it with the wet muscle, slow circles mixed with short, lapping licks, and Jungkook was falling apart above you, his eyes opening, looking down, gasping for air that he couldn’t seem to fill his lungs with, darkness now replaced with the lewd scene in front of him, sensations shattering his composure.

“O-Oooh…”

You looked up at him, tipping your head back a little. Let him watch your tongue moving, anchoring yourself on the edge of the bed with your free hand. You were pretty sure he didn’t expect this. From the look on his face and the sounds he was making, he was not complaining, his moans bleeding into whines as you tilted your head and slid your tongue up, up, nibbles on his collarbone and kissing up his neck. Shivering breath to a half-smile, and you kissed him, deeply, one knee between his legs, his erection pressed to your thigh again, and Jungkook closed his own thighs, pushing up, rubbing his hard cock against your leg and sliding his tongue in your mouth, giving you his wanton whimpers as you sucked on it, gently at first, then harder as his hips began to thrust, kissing you so fiercely that you felt his lip ring indent into the side of your mouth.

“Please…”

Right into your throat.

You broke the kiss, lifting your hand from his chest. Dug your thumbnail into his lower lip and opened his desperate mouth, caging his cheek with your other four fingers.

“Say it again,” you purred.

Stared into his eyes, letting your hot breath drift into his throat. You knew he could see it, the smile in your gaze as you said your next words, ones he said only a few hours ago.

“Do me this favor.”

He grinned under your hold, spark of playfulness in chocolatey orbs.

“Please,” Jungkook begged for you.

Well, if you ever needed a second moment to know what you already knew, this was it.

You smiled back.

“Of course.”

The oncoming night signaled the end of day but this was the beginning, starting with your hand on Jungkook’s chest pushing him up on the bed, following his movement and tapping the large orb on your nightstand, watching his bright eyes light up as it glowed, apparently very impressed by your spherical touch lamp casting gentle brightness in the darkness. You tucked your knuckle against his jaw, guiding him back.

You hovered over him.

Your hair falling over your shoulder, your hands by his head, curiosity looking back up at you from the pillows.

Counting each breath, the preface to secrets from the heart that could only be spoken in darkness and in the heat of the moment, if not now then never, better sooner than later, staring into Jeon Jungkook’s eyes, windows to a soul so very different than yours, but this was real and this was right.

A half-smile because you couldn’t fucking believe what you were about to say.

“I don’t really believe in love or dreams coming true,” you said to him. “But I believe in you, and you’re both of those things.”

I love you.

It was probably better that Jungkook was speechless because you could barely look at him in the face anymore, only doing so out of pure stubbornness and your refusal to run too fast, feeling your cheeks heat and your teeth gnawing at your lower lip, seeing your own reflection in those large, dark brown eyes, and, when you felt it was sufficient enough time for him to understand that you meant it, you dove down and escaped his gaze.

“W-Wait – oh!”

You muffled his stutters with quick action. Yanked his pants and underwear down, snapping the elastic and sending it shooting over the edge of your bed. Leaned down and closed the distance, your lips parting, hot breath washing over taut skin, licking him.

Or, more accurately, licking his hard cock and leaking saliva down the quivering length.

“A-Ah… I… oh, w-what…”

You glanced up at Jungkook, half-lidded eyes and extending your tongue, coating him with a glossy sheen. His jaw dropped, panting shallowly, watching you reach up and spread it everywhere, yelping at the slick sensitivity. You tilted your head and his thin exhale turned into breathless moans, his head tipping back and lashes fluttering as you went down, down, all the way to the base and then some, cutting off your own air, not caring in the slightest, your tongue gliding from the bottom of the head to the base and then extending past your lips, pushing up his balls with your free hand to curl your tongue around them and suck, the taste of his skin drenching your senses, thrusting the tip into your throat and teasing his balls with expansive licks, the slurping sound loudly echoing throughout your bedroom, adding to the melody of his moan.

“Wow, o-o-oh, that’s s-so deep…”

You sandwiched the throbbing head between your tongue and roof of your mouth, rubbing back and forth without moving your jaw, maximum sensation with only the inner muscles of your mouth shifting, and Jungkook didn’t know what to do, startled that your head wasn’t moving and yet there was so fucking much going on in that wet tightness, white knuckles gripping fistfuls of your sheets, exhales hitched with pleasure, barely squeaking out your name as you popped your mouth off and stuffed both of his balls into your lips at the same time, wrapping your fingers around his length, stroking slowly, making sure to gift him with overwhelming euphoria.

“I-I can’t,” Jungkook finally gasped.

“Can’t what?” you mumbled around his balls, swallowing and releasing them in between each word.

“I’m g-gonna cum…”

“Then cum on my face.”

You sucked on his balls, swirling your tongue around them, stretching the skin taut and pressing your nimble muscle flat against the skin, rubbing sensually.

“I can’t cum on your face,” Jungkook heatedly retorted.

“Why not?”

His balls popping in and out of your mouth was driving him insane, cries and whimpers mixing together into a garbled mess as he tried to collect his thoughts, failing as he started and stopped speaking multiple times, back arching and head falling back, moaning far too loud before he managed to groan, “Please, no, I can’t c-cum on your face the first time, please.”

“Sure you can,” you replied, thinking that he might see it as disrespectful. “I’m telling you that you should.”

“That’s not – oh, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me – that’s n-not what I m-mean…!”

His cock twitched. You gripped a little tighter. Slick throughout, steady pace, focusing the pressure at the base of the dark, purple-red head. Filled your mouth with both of his balls and sucked harder, licking right between them, and Jungkook whined, unlatching his right hand from your sheets.

You didn’t have time to react as his hand shot out and grabbed your moving hand, gripping it so tightly that you were forced to stop.

“F-Fuck!”

A near-scream, throwing his head back onto your pillows and slamming his left fist onto the bed, his right hand shaking as his cock pulsed in your palm, so close but cut off, Jungkook shoving his face into your pillows and basically yelling into them, covering his nose and eyes, shoulders jerking, chest heaving, his black hair over the exposed part of his face.

You had removed your mouth from his balls right away, not taking the chance with his sudden movement. You placed your hand on his hard, tense thigh.

“A… Are you okay?”

Jungkook moaned, flinching his head back, breathing hard.

“Don’t be n-nice to me a-after that…” he panted, left hand rising, pushing his hair back from his sweaty forehead.

You blinked slowly. “I said it was okay. I meant it.”

Shivering all over, aimlessly waving his free hand, still not letting go of yours on his cock. “N-Not that… fuck… don’t t-talk like that…” he puffed, his eyes closing, trying to catch his breath.

“Like what? Cumming on my face?”

His cock twitched in your hand and he slapped his own face, groaning loudly.

“Are you not into that?” you asked, puzzled.

Jungkook peeked at you between his fingers, his cheekbones flared pink. “I’m into it. Fuck, I’m too into it. I’m still so fucking hard just thinking about it, but it’s not that,” he breathed, lower lip shaky.

You stared at his underlip mole. “Then what’s wrong?”

His grip around your hand finally loosened a little.

“I… I want the first time I cum with you to be inside you…” he mumbled.

… Oh?

Your eyes travelled up, up.

To his, dark brown orbs under messy hair and spread fingers.

“Inside where?” you questioned pointedly, unwavering.

You saw Jungkook’s inhale catch, felt his cock throb at your firm composure. He wasn’t so much embarrassed as he was put on the spot. Swallowing hard to try and dimmish the excitement in his silvery voice, enjoying your assertiveness on a much deeper level than simply being impressed.

“I-Inside… your pussy,” he breathed.

There was something so very fucking sexy about his obedience and his need, so sexy the way he rose to meet you when you crawled up his body, leaning in, kissing him, so sexy that he met you halfway with a grateful whine. Impatient, pushing up your shirt, reminding you why you were so fucking warm, so preoccupied with him that you forgot about yourself, and you swiftly unhooked your bra with one hand and fumbling with the drawer of your nightstand with the other, pulling out the string of condoms and slapping them down on the bed.

His eyes went wide as your breasts were revealed.

You took his hands and placed them exactly where they wanted to be, or at least you guessed so from Jungkook’s moan of approval and the zeal he had as he ran his thumbs over your hard nipples.

“A-Ah, Jungkook…”

His fingers sunk into the soft curve and he tugged slightly, pushing you above him even though you were trying to push down your panties, and the next second was wet heat and bliss, your jaw clenching as you felt his lips close in. Lapping kisses, dancing tongue, diligent earnestness, your hand smacking the headboard to anchor yourself, wave after pleasurable wave radiating from your chest.

Your tangled panties escaped down your legs.

You slammed the condom to the headboard with your other hand and ripped it open, gasping as he rolled your other nipple between his fingers.

“J-Jungkook, let me fuck you,” you gritted out, shuddering above his head.

You backed up and he was forced to let go, doing so very reluctantly.

You rolled the condom down his length and he watched you, deep brown eyes darker with lust, glancing up at you when you scooted back, his eyes darting up and down your body, adding to the mounting embarrassment, your fingers slippery as you spread your pussy lips apart, using your free hand to guide him while lowering yourself slowly.

“Stop looking at me like that,” you chided, trying to keep your voice even.

“You’re the only one I want to look at for the rest of my life,” Jungkook replied breathlessly, not looking away.

That wasn’t how life worked, but you didn’t bother to correct him.

Instead, you spread your knees and sank down onto his cock. You both moaned in unison, heads tipping back, entangled in the joint sensation of filling and fullness. You adjusted your hips to find comfort, pleasure rocketing up your spine, beginning to build the pace. No hesitation, only instinct, leaning forward and placing your hands above his shoulders, rolling your hips, riding him and squeezing him all over, savoring the hardness, chancing a moment to look down and Jungkook’s head craned up, definitely previously watching you slide up and down on top of him.

You smacked your ass down, painting his crotch with your arousal, sweet and sticky.

He gasped, his hands rising, holding your bouncing breasts.

“I c-can’t…”

“Then cum,” you panted, slapping your hips to his, hearing the tangible wetness and tightening your core, smirking as you saw him moan under you, his eyes rolling back. “Cum for me.”

“B-But…”

“Just cum, Jungkook,” you coaxed gently, measured exhales and powerful thrusts, fucking him hard and fast, roughly taking his breath away. “Cum for me.”

He was holding out, not wanting to disappoint you, squeezing his eyes shut and his brows furrowing, pinching your nipples to provide you with sensation as well, causing your pussy to clench around him, your shoulders tensing, and yet you didn’t stop, couldn’t stop, jaw tightening as you came, moan bleeding out between gritted teeth, and Jungkook’s eyes opened, sucking in a breath.

Your name on the tip of his tongue, but you were lost in glimmering pools of chocolate.

His hips thrust up, meeting you, and you both gasped, your orgasm viciously pulsating around him as he came, and you expected him to involuntarily look away, but, no, Jungkook maintained eye contact, his gasp turning into a blissed-out whimper, eyes glazing over with the haze of the apex, lust-drunk and love-high, his hands sliding up your chest, his fingers crowning your jaw.

He didn’t say anything.

You already knew.

Well, you didn’t really know but, in this life that meant nothing at all, you already decided that you were going to live it – fully, completely, and unrestrained by the opinions of others – and those hands holding your face said, take me with you, so you responded with your half-smile, turning your head in his hold.

Kissing his fingertips.

The euphoria diminished slowly, extended by the eternity of your locked gazes.

“One more,” you breathed.

He blinked slowly, not quite registering your words. “Wuh?”

You slid back, and then he understood as you ripped another condom open.

“W-Wait, I don’t know how long I can last – oh, shit!”

You removed the used condom and pumped him fast, rough, pressure at the base of the head, grinning as you felt his cock become rigid in your slick palm, sliding the new condom down when you felt him become rock-hard. You didn’t bother changing to position. Time was money, after all.

You sank down on him again.

This time Jungkook’s back arched and he stared up at the ceiling, clutching the sheets for dear life and obscenely moaning. Neck tense and chest flexed, rocking his hips up in time with your descent. So thick, so hard, both overstimulated, and it didn’t take you long, angling yourself to obtain maximum sensitivity, fucking him as he fucked you back, purring his name as your orgasm shot through your veins, slipping into the intense pleasure, and he kept going, amplifying it, intensifying it, making you feel so fucking good that you needed more, more, more, feeding a dangerous addiction. Serene severity. You and him. Hot and wet, tight and rough, fast and building, opening your eyes to see him gazing back at you, fucked-out, pupils dilated, eyes glassy, the starlit scene in those glimmering pools of chocolate.

“Don’t stop, p-please…  please…”

There was no chance of you stopping, but he wasn’t saying it in fear, it was something else, something related to the corner of his lips curving upward, silver ring gleaming, your heart racing at his needy tone, and you knew he knew what he was doing, letting out a puff of disbelief at his full-on smirk.

“I hate that I like you,” you hissed out.

His eyebrow cocked.

“Because I’m totally your type.”

It was too late.

Your orgasm crashed down, ransacking your nerves and igniting sparks all over, leaving you gasping for breath, clenching all around his jerking length, and Jungkook moaned, sweet and wanton, pressing his head into your pillows and inhaling, shuddering, shivering, flinching, his hips rutting into yours to feel it all, every squeeze and every throb, shooting once again into the condom and draping himself in the ecstasy of the erotic high.

This.

Him.

Yes, Jungkook was totally your type.

You heard a soft tune playing on your bedroom floor.

An eight-bit jingle that indicated a certain person, because that person assigned themself their own ringtone on your phone, scolding you that you absolutely needed to know it was him when he called.

“Shit,” you mumbled under your breath.

You let it go to voicemail to avoid Seokjin’s yelling.

That was a future you problem.

-

“What do it you want?”

It wasn’t your brother.

“Come pick up hyung. He passed out.”

If it was anyone else but the other voice on the line, you would have lied through your teeth. However, the owner of this voice was a little too intuitive. You clicked your tongue, thinking a bit before replying.

“I can’t do that right now,” you finally said.

“And why is that?” the voice through the phone asked. A little slurred, deep, but with no indication of intoxication. This was his usual Daegu accent. It would take a lot more than a couple beers to get Min Yoongi drunk.

You coughed under your breath.

Jungkook called your name from the bathroom, which wouldn’t have been that loud if it wasn’t for his voice echoing on the tile. You didn’t reply. It didn’t matter.

“Ah, I see,” Yoongi hummed.

“Don’t tell him,” you muttered, rubbing the bridge of your nose.

“Even if I did, he’s not listening. He’s asleep.”

“I mean don’t tell him when he wakes up,” you hissed irritably.

“At that point, I’ll be asleep. Then hyung is your problem when he staggers home,” Yoongi said matter-of-factly. “Have an eventful night.”

Click.

A muscle in your eye twitched. You tossed your phone aside, heading to the bathroom to clean up.

--

masterpost

[itshype]

Mother of the Year (DC x DP)

Here is the link to my DC x DP masterpost, and one of my last notfic I posted here was Gaslight, Gatekeep, Girlboss, Godhood where Danny and Vlad try to manipulate and mansplain their way out of trouble with the JLA.

OK I know we do a lot of John Constantine's soul being owned by King Phantom in this fandom. And that makes sense because it's canon he sells his soul a lot,

but like, hear me out, Talia al Ghul has access to the Pits and has used them multiple times. She has reason to believe she may never die. So, what if in one of her many political manoeuvres she sells her soul for a boon. She doesn't know enough occult to do what John did (sell it to so many people that he can't die because a war would start over who actually got hold of it) but again, she thinks she might be functionally immortal.

But hey, we could even make it not one of her many political manoeuvres. I mean Damian Al Ghul was supposed to be his Grandfather's new body. Why would Ra's care if he got emotional fulfilment by moving to Gotham and training under his dad? Why would he want notorious family-man Bruce to even know about the boy and have him taken to a place Ra's may never be able to extract him from? (Yes in some canon he doesn't know, I am aware thanks).

So, she knows her father's body is failing and she's always been loyal to him (above and beyond what you could imagine FYI non-DC fans) but he'll never let Damian go and in this AU she loves her son more, and so she trades her soul. She trades her mortal soul to the King of Lazarus, the Ruler of Everything Beneath the Water in exchange for Damian's life, for his safe and unnoticed passage to Batman's side and beyond. If her father breaks free of the compulsion not to notice he will kill her without hesitation but if she has failed to secure Damian's safety and mind then she won't care.

Talia tracks down ancient texts held by the All Caste. She makes the trade late at night over her Father's biggest Pit in Nanda Parbat. She thinks the power of the Lazarus Pits will keep her safe but she didn't really read the fine print.

So about a year after Damian goes to meet his Dad, Talia gets Danny in her Assassin bedroom ready to whisk her off. Not to the afterlife, but to Illinois, America. She, as an indebted, quasi-immortal now owes this "'representative'" of the Throne of the Restless Dead near unlimited favours. And the representative's half-ghost clone has just hit a rather... radioactive puberty.

Danny figures that a liminal maternal figure will be invaluable for Dani who is struggling. Sure Sam and Jazz can help sometimes but this girl needs actual raising.

Damian, however, is not impressed that his mother is apparently raising his secret older sister in secrecy on the side when Talia seemingly sent him off to live without her.

[lost-girl-2021]

Adopted Spider AU Idea

Okay so I had this idea for a avatar AU, where Spider is raised/adopted by the Sully’s from a young age and they don’t tell him Quaritch is his father. As far as he knows, his mom was a pilot on the Na’vi’s side and died during the battle. They didn’t really want to lie to him, but when Kiri gets to go see her birth mom, he wants to see his too, assuming she’s in a pod or something like Grace is. He’s already just so sad when they tell him he can’t visit his mom, because she’s not anywhere anymore, that they can’t bring themselves to break his heart and make him feel any more like the alien he is. So, they paint Paz as a brave warrior and keep it vague enough that they won’t get caught in any lies. And that was enough for (maybe five to eight year old) Spider. Besides, he loves his mama (Neytiri) and papa (Jake) and all of his siblings. Even before he was old enough to fit into a mask, they would visit him constantly and teach him about the woods and their home. When he was around seven or eight and old enough to go outside, he was instantly welcomed into his family’s home and never spent a night alone again.

(Also, in this, I’m aging Spider down to twelve, Neteyam is sixteen, Kiri and Lo’ak are fifteen, Tuk is eight. So, Spider’s the youngest Big Kid and his siblings are protective of him not only because he’s human and tiny, but because he’s also younger. I think to do this logically, it’d have to be a situation where Na’vi kids age faster than human kids, like maybe there ages start to even out/slow around puberty or something. Idk, haven’t super thought it out.)

Anyways, the rest of the movie stuff still happens. Except, it’s Kiri, Lo’ak, and Spider (Tuk is at home, silence bought with the promise of bringing her back fruit or something cool). When Lo’ak calls in about the Avatars, Neytiri flips, because she knows her children are all capable and strong and skilled, but those are her babies. And Spider— the boy who never remembers his spare mask and is always finding something death-defying to try? She thinks she’ll have the Na’vi equivalent of a heart attack.

So, they’re trying to head back home, get attacked and when Quaritch approaches Spider, Lo’ak and Kiri go crazy screaming at him to get away from their brother. And Lo’ak also recognizes Quaritch as the somehow reanimated murderer who was also Spider’s birth father. He’d overheard a conversation, years before, between his parents and Neteyam. His parents had explained it to the oldest and Lo’ak had accidentally found out as well. He ended up sneaking into the lab shack and finding a picture of the man (and his file). So, when Quaritch asks for Spider’s name, Lo’ak flips.

“Don’t tell him! Don’t say a word!” Lo’ak screeched from a few feet away.

The Avatar didn’t even glance his brother’s way. “I asked you a question, boy. What’s your name?”

Spider glanced at his siblings, heart racing. “Spider. . . Socorro.”

“His name is Spider Sully, he is my family!” Lo’ak hissed in English this time. “He is not yours!”

“Miles?” The man kneeled in front of him, looking at him strangely.

Miles. Miles. Miles. When was the last time he’d heard that name?

“Nobody calls me that.” It came out a near-whisper and he looked towards his brother. “Why does he know my name?”

“Don’t believe anything he says! He’s a ghost! A demon! He’s a liar!” Lo’ak screamed back, before one of the Avatars covered his mouth.

A little ways away, Kiri looked just as confused, still fighting against her captor as she tried to lean his way. Spider risked turning his gaze back to the man in front of him. He looked . . . weird. Emotional.

“I thought they’d send you back to Earth.”

“You can’t put babies in cryo.” He said as bravely as he could manage. “Why do you care, dipshit?”

The man’s brow furrowed as he settled a heavy hand on his shoulder. “Because, I’m your father.”

Spider reared back, breath catching loudly inside his mask. He looked over the large man’s arm, meeting his older brother’s wide-eyes.

“Lo’ak?”

“He lies!” The boy hissed, thrashing harder, two Avatars pinning him down this time.

“I’m telling the truth, Miles.”

“Don’t call me that.” It came out as a whisper. “My— my name is Spider.”

Quaritch gave him a curious look, letting him go and standing up once more. He turned away from the boy as another Avatar grabbed him, pressing two fingers to the communicator around his neck and calling out some code talk Spider didn’t have the capacity to process anymore.

He glanced down at the pack strapped to his loincloth, double-checking that the light hadn’t started blinking. Everything was working correctly, the seal had been done right when he’d left that morning. His parents always insisted on checking his mask when he put it back on after morning meal. His spare was strapped to his brother’s waist, Lo’ak learning long ago that Spider couldn’t be trusted to remember something so important. Spider had visited the shack the day before with the others to visit Grace and Max had replaced his mask and battery before they left. He should be fine.

But, it was kind of hard to breathe. And it was getting harder to focus. He sucked in a breath, looking over at his sister. She looked just as lost as him, yellow eyes locked onto him. She whispered to him, words reaching him from across the semi-circle.

“Be calm, little brother. Be calm.”

He forced himself to breathe in once more.

__

By the time Spider felt somewhat normal again, it’d been almost a half hour. Just . . . standing. Waiting. Spider wondered where their parents were. Spider and Lo’ak were five feet away from each other, but it felt like twenty. Both had guards on them, but they whispered as softly as they could while still being able to hear each other.

“Why does he know who I am? Is he really my . . . ” Spider asked, glancing towards the large Avatar called Quaritch.

“He’s not.” Lo’ak insisted. “You don’t have a father, like Kiri. We just have Dad. That demon is going to lie and try to trick you— he’s a monster, Spi. Don’t let him get inside your head. If he talks to you, don’t— “

A short whistle made Lo’ak stop speaking. All three of the Sully kids turned their heads South. Another call sounded. Mama.

Instead of Spider getting left behind, Quaritch flat-out yoinks Spider up onto his shoulder and hides him, cuffing him to a branch or him or something. And the chopper is arriving to pick them up, so he’s out of there first with Spider and—

Spider thrashed, mask fogging from tears and heavy breathing. He looked down, eyes meeting with his mom’s.

“Mama! Mama, please!” He screamed, trying to get away, to reach towards her.

He could see that she was crying too, climbing a tree like she could go high enough to grab him. He could see his dad, looking up at him, looking so angry. Angry at Spider? Angry that he was weak enough to get caught? Spider clawed at the monster— Quaritch, they’d called him. The man just tightened his grip. Spider didn’t care if he fell, didn’t care if he ended up tumbling towards the ground. His dad— his real dad would catch him. The year before, when Neteyam first got his Ikran, he’d taken Spider for a ride. Spider had fallen, goofing off in a way that a new rider couldn’t handle. He’d been caught by his dad before he could even have time to scream. Dad always caught Spider. Every time he fell from a tree or tripped over a root— dad was always there. Because, Spider was too weak. Spider was too human.

The whole thing ended up super long, so part two will be up later.

[luimagines]

Current Prompts In Queue

Fluffy Wild (23rd apr.)

Two in a Bush (25th apr.)

That Dragon au Part 10 (30th apr.)

Honor Among Gods (2nd may)

Broken Heart, Broken Kingdom (7th may)

Legend HCs (9th may)

Unlocking the Chains in Our Shadows (14th may)

Four Loving Hours (16th may)

Comfort Time (21st may)

King! FD! Sky (23rd may)

That Dragon au Part 11 (28th may)

You're as Beautiful as the Day I Lost You (30th may)

Streamer au (4th june)

Fluffy Legend (6th june)

Twinning with Twi (11th june)

Wild Friends (13th june)

Wind Hits Puberty (18th june)

Platonic! Soldier! Reader! (20th june)

That Dragon au Part 12 (25th june)

Loopey Plant Sequel (27th june)

Sacrificial Dues (2nd july)

Send Me a Sign (4th july)

SKYLNK Rebooting Up (9th july)

You're Lucky I'm into Older Men (11th july)

Steel Trap Mind (16th july)

Slow Dancing in the Kitchen ft.Warrior (18th july)

That Dragon AU Part 13 (23rd july)

Warrior Soulmate AU Part 2 (25th july)

King of Kings Part 2 (30th july)

Legend's Fiancé is a Tree (1st august)

Baby Talking Wolfie (6th august)

A moment in Time (ft. Cal) (8th august)

It's a Dog, not a Horse. (13th august)

Ravio Date part 2 (15th august)

That Dragon AU Part 14 (20th august)

Little Link (22th august)

Astronomer! Reader (27th august)

They Blurt Out You're Their Favorite (29th august)

Soulmates from the Start Part 7 (3rd sept.)

Flower Petals (5th sept.)

Omg They Were Roommates (Headcanons) (10th sept.)

Ghost! Chain (12th sept.)

That Dragon AU Part 15 (17th sept.)

Insecure! Reader ft. Twi (19th sept.)

The Chain Meets Modern Nick Nacks (24th sept.)

The Chain Meets Rhythm Games (26th sept.)

FD! Warrior and FD! Sky (1st oct.)

FD! Reader (3rd oct.)

Prince! Twilight and Prince! Sky Part 3 (8th oct.)

Stressed Out Vet! Reader (10th oct.)

That Dragon AU Part 16 (15th oct.)

Insecure! Reader regarding their singing voice (17th oct.)

Twilight and Wild meet their s/o while traveling (22th oct.)

King! Time and King! First (24th oct.)

Modern Dance (29th oct.)

Fairy! Reader part 2 (31st oct.)

The Legendary Mermaid (5th nov.)

Undivorcing Time (7th nov.)

That Dragon AU Part 17 (12th nov.)

Wind Calls You Mom (14th nov.)

The Legend of Baldur's Gate (19th nov.)

Elden Pampering (21st nov.)

Undivorcing by Twilight (26th nov.)

[gyunglitter]

introducing𓏧

the losers club !!

summary: just you dicking around with txt college!au besties

warnings: doja cat fandom slander, mentions of soobin's feet, mentions of bullying, cursing

contrary to your group’s self-appointed nickname, you guys are actually well known (and liked!) on campus!! :D

you guys have NO IDEA as to how so many people on campus grew to like you and want to hang out with you

especially since you guys had a hard time in school before

but woohoo to not peaking in high school right?!

tbh, you guys are testaments to that second round of puberty nobody talks about

ya know, the glow up that happens after you graduate high school and get away from all the pricks you were forced to see everyday?

yup, you and your losers are finally thriving

besides when you’re dying bc of all your classes and tests

but yeah

while other ppl really like your group’s personalities

YOU GUYS ARE SUPER HOT TOO🤭

i mean, just look at y’all!

[choi yeonjun]-

‘99 liner//junior

took a gap year before getting dragged back to go to school so he could learn to be a normal human being

did someone say IT BOY??

literally the girls and the gays are in love with this man

dance major and student athlete who unironically does zumba every saturday morning

had no social life in high school because kid was NEVER there

he was a bored only child, while his neglectful parents were filthy rich and figured their kid could do whatever he wanted to entertain himself

so what he wanted, they got it—including vacations

with him being gone so much, his classmates always wondered who this choi yeonjun guy was and how he could miss so much school while still passing

though the intrigue kind of stopped when he pulled up to school with the ugliest shoes to walk south korea

him and his obnoxious shoes gave a lot of people the ick :(

but never fear, yeonjun and his footwear are just ahead of their time!

(you can't say they are in quite yet, but they probably will come around some day!!)

yeonjun typically spent his days doing sports, travelling, and running away from talent scouts lmao

no idol life for him in THIS lifetime

but as life would have it, the man is too scrumptious to be out of the spotlight for too long

bc he became a model not too long after college started due to a school project photoshoot went viral on twitter!!

his twitter is a minefield while he reserves his insta for the wholesome content :)

[choi soobin]-

‘00 liner//junior

glue of the group despite insisting how much he HATES y’all

broadcast and entertainment major so he can get into the entertainment industry and get the bts of moviemaking!!

(really just wants to meet all of his favorite voice actors tbh)

known for being the Ultimate Boyfriend™ despite never actually being in a relationship lololol

in middle school he got into anime, which was COMPLETELY normal! he actually made a ton of friends that way!!

at least until one of his friends came over and saw his body pillow collection

yikes :/

unfortunately didn’t take long at all for the whole school to find out, and then they never let it go

all the way up until he graduated high school :(((

it’s okay tho!

he had tons of online friends from going to conventions and stuff!!

but making irl friends was definitely hard for him when he got to college

[choi beomgyu]-

01’ liner//sophomore

absolute MENACE to your little society

he’s the guy who gets whoever is in his company to unironically admit “last night was a movie”

music major studying composition while playing guitar in a band

the girlies are FAWNING

ppl are so in love with him because he’s so pretty

but then the kid opens his mouth :/

he was the most extroverted kid

which worked perfectly bc with his good looks and personality, everyone wanted to be his friend!! :D

but with high school, friends, and all his 100 extracurriculars

kid burned out by senior year :(

his last year of school, he totally ghosted his friends and stayed inside all day playing video games

(he actually got diamond 1 on LoL, boy is nothing if not determined)

eventually rumors went around that he got dropped and turned into a social outcast

but he didn’t really care since he was fine with rotting away the rest of the school year

by the time he got to college, he wanted nothing to do with things that would suck his already nonexistent energy

[kang taehyun]-

02’ liner//freshman

the one that always has the braincell

and really wishes he didn’t so he could escape yall

stem major for engineering, which is just another one of his controversial choices (being second only to befriending yall)

everyone on campus knows him as that one guy you go to when you need the answers to your homework or your final

yeah, he’s selling the test answers on the black market :P

what? he’s in DEBT

he never gets suspected tho bc he alrdy knows all the answers, so why would he be involved with that??

but the rest of the town?

well, the town knows him as terry

mans is always seen at the gym and the club pulling without even trying

this is TOTALLY contrasting to his high school life, where he literally only gave his time of day to his studies

mans did not have TIME to hang out with anybody

bc of this, he became a bit of an easy target to the one-dimensional jocks that tried to use him to get them better grades :(

he was a small kid, so he got picked on and tossed around a lot :(((

it’s okay, since he’s buffer than them now!! >:)

[huening kai]-

‘02 liner//freshman

maknae that’s more mature than ALL OF YOU

he acts like he isn’t, but kid grew up a MIDDLE CHILD between TWO SISTERS

they’d managed to craft the most perfect and thoughtful angel to grace south korea

except for his demonic laugh :/

but YOU GUYS LOVE IT!!

he’s coasting through college, wishing he could tell you what major he was

but boy is constantly changing it LMAO

he just loves learning about different subjects!!

not to mention he’s good at most things he tries

so he makes tons of friends!!

but he didn’t always :(

from middle to high school, he was THE band kid

he could play the guitar, percussion, trombone, and piccolo!!

so when little kai walked home in his minecraft hoodie carrying his giant instrument case

8/10 times kid would get pelted by eggs or something on the way home

good thing he had his trombone case to shield him!! :D

kai would also be insanely awkward and didn’t have good icebreakers besides his plushie collection

too bad that didn’t become socially acceptable for another few years

[y/l/n y/n]-

‘01 liner//sophomore

ladies and gentlemen i give you

her

the group's resident photographer, despite the fact that you're SO HOT

you are beauty

you are grace

well, you are now

high school: not so much

you were LOSER #1 girlie ://

you were just a little slow to pick up on a lot of social cues and what was "cool" or not, making you prone to awkward situations and bullying

for example: pinky promises and saying “on god” was quirky and acceptable, but spit shakes were not

neither were bowl cuts

or pretending to drown at the school pool and see how everyone would react

like i said, you were behind on a lot

but what took you the longest to learn—the people you thought were your friends were no longer laughing with you and your unfortunately timed puns, but at you (and your unfortunately timed puns) :(((

but you digress, because your overactive imagination worked to your advantage of getting clout and a full ride scholarship!!

you’re an art major with a minor in photography, winning a national photography contest that got the attention of your college

your genius piece of "different kinds of falls in public", where you purposefully tripped people walking by you and taking photos of them, had won the heart of the public and the school board over to the point of them begging to have you!

your parents and teachers just wished you had the same genius outside of cameras--as you slacked off in every other academic aspect

notes: enjoy me being unfunny but having a blast anyway! feel free to send in asks/requests regarding this fic. can't guarantee i'll respond to it, but i'd love to see what you guys think/want!

[nerdpoe]

Lost Boys AU (but not really it's just baby halfa Jason again)

Jason is...not doing so hot. His sleeping pattern is shot to shit. His pulse is abnormally low, even when he's working out, and it's messing up his bio-readings in his helmet.

It comes to a head when he gets shot in the thigh within view of Bruce, and is "gently" coerced into staying at the manor.

Things go from bad to worse, and it's awful but Damian is the only other one of Bruce's kids in the house with him, so the kid gets to see the creepy shit.

Bruce is out of the manor for most of the time, something about a case on top of Brucie appearances to settle down some sort of PR horrorshow.

Jason can't stomach Alfred's cooking. Titus and Alfred the Cat avoid him, going so far as to place themselves between him and Damian. He's getting paler. His heartbeat is getting even slower. He's going from "rough sleeping schedule" to "full on narcolepsy but only during the day". The fucking sunlight gives him a rash. He's lost his top and bottom canines and grown fucking fangs. His ears are slowly getting pointed.

Damian calls him out on it.

Damian shouts that he won't let a Vampire infiltrate the manor and hurt his family.

Jason barely manages to talk the brat down.

Then he goes to his room to crash.

He wakes up on the ceiling, unable to stop floating.

Or; Jason's slowly turning full halfa, a variant not cool with direct sunlight, as his core is Shadow. Ghost puberty is making him lose his appetite amongst other things, and this leads to misunderstandings. Mainly, that Damian thinks he's a vampire. And because Jason has no idea what the fuck a halfa is, he's inclined to agree.

~~~~~~

heavily inspired by this clip from The Lost Boys

[blackbutlerfandomnerddomain]

Before and after glow-ups

This is based off a AU I’m making about the adults of Black Butler in a modern setting being dumb teens ghost hunting and all the drama puberty and middle/high school brings

[xysidhequeen]

I hope you got a decent sleep but I wonder, how big is Jason in your AU?

Is it as big as Gotham Knights (Game)?

I did sleep! I'm not sure exactly how long as I'm not sure when I fell asleep, time got weird for me at the end there. But probably upwards of 10 hours so I'm feeling betterish.

He is as big as GK Jason, yes. He's a tank of a man, ghost puberty, and actual puberty, hit him like a truck. I was playing GK while writing RK originally, so I did base his physique off of that. But also because I love tank Jason.

I did not base his face off of GK Jason, though. That stayed more comic book accurate.

I can't give you like hard stats, because I avoid gyms like they'll give me the plague. I couldn't give you his weight and full measurements if I wanted to. But he's big and beefy and unapologetically takes up as much space as he needs to.

No new snippet today, I haven't written yet today so I have nothing that won't be too spoilery. 💚

[ghouljams]

(Oop I clicked the unfollow button instead of the ask one fnjklADfnmdlks)

Anyway!! When I'm doing A/B/O usually I'll have it where betas are obviously born as whatever sex they are and this never changes, but for afab alphas and amab omegas, I typically have them develop traits from the opposite sex during puberty. They will go into their first rut or heat respectively, which is the first initial influx of hormones, and the body only begins to change *after* that first rut/heat, hence why you can't determine their status at birth.

But that's beside the point- what I really wanted to say that I'm in love with the concept of the internal knots for afab alphas in your take on the AU. Normally I prefer afab alphas with a phallus and amab omegas with a pussy, but if I were to read anything where amab and afab omegas and alphas keep the bodies they're born with, then yours is probably the only one I would read. There's just something so delicious about Ghost being tied to Goose, who is offering him so much praise and affection and the poor guy can't get away or hide. He's probably bright red and trying to hide his face lmao.

OH ABSO- FREAKING -LUTELY

Gotta keep Ghost where he is so Goose can tell him all the wonderful things she loves about him, and rain praise down on him while he shudders and whines for her. Very good to make sure he can't go anywhere when she flips them over and grind against his lap to keep him gasping while she tells him what a good boy he is, what a perfect omega, how she's so sure he's gotten her pregnant with that last one(how she's going to take care of him and lover him for the rest of his life) while Ghost covers his eyes with his arm and avoids looking at her. Poor boy bright red in the face and incapable of doing anything but mumbling out thanks as he attempts to return just one(1) compliment.

I'm going to get a little into the politics of omegaverse, and why I structure my au the way I do under the cut.

I totally understand the appeal of afab alphas with phallus' and amab omegas with vaginas. I think my main argument(I guess) against that, is that it has always seemed to me to equate dominance/submission and societal roles with genitalia?

Now, the whole point of omegaverse originally is to have basically a built in dom/sub system in society and also mpreg. I get that, but listen. When I hear that afab alphas a "rare" or "uncommon" I cringe. It just feels very... like you're creating this world where endotype(a/b/o) matters more than gender and you're still saying afab folks are unable to fill the dominant societal role? This you is not you Grizz, it's like a general fandom you, I don't want to sound like I'm attacking you. Again I love an afab alpha with a phallus, best of both worlds in my mind. It's just something I notice.

Also with the sex characteristics reflecting endotype, it feels like a reduction of that endotype down to just the reproductive role it plays, and leaves betas with almost no defining characteristics. Beta has to have some evolutionary function or defining trait or they just wouldn't exist.

I break my understanding of omegaverse into "parts that must exist": knots, pheromones/hormones, heat/rut cycles, pack dynamics. Those are the four things that define it in my mind. The problem is that humans are so unable to stick to "being" any one thing. I cannot conceptualize a world in which every person of a certain endotype(or gender) acts the same way. I also just, as an afab person, never understood why omegas get all submissive and hazy when they're basically ovulating? Like I get aggressively horny, emphasis on aggressive. I have point blank grabbed my partner and told him "if you don't take your pants off right now-"(we had a good laugh about it afterwards don't worry). I love omegas as the dominant party, the initiators, and alphas as the worry warts that are desperately trying to keep up.

Maybe it's my gender studies minor coming out that I have so many questions about the inherent politics around omegaverse. Not the kink stuff, but just the way that authors conceptualize endotypes and leave afab alphas as this rarity or thing that must be made closer to amab alphas. I don't think it's a conscious choice to equate "alpha" with masculinity and "omega" with femininity, and I'm sure no one thinks about this as much as I do, but it's interesting to keep coming across it.

I think of a/b/o as a sliding scale of hormones similar to testosterone/estrogen. Where an excess of one hormone or another during puberty would cause certain traits to develop. An excess of the alpha hormone causes a knot to develop, an excess of the omega hormone would cause that neat little mate bite spot to develop. Betas would still have the hormone just in either a more even mix, or at lower levels. I feel like this also allows people to be trans-endotype, if you can supplement hormones for e/t why not a/o?

Also for ambiguous genitalia at birth, why not give it to betas too? Again it just always seemed weird to me that there were basically 2 species of humans: betas and Alphas/Omegas. Give everyone both parts. I want amab alphas with pussys. I want to destroy those men's cervix.

Anyway. I think the human experience is so varied and weird that endotypes would just make it even more varied and weird. And idk if anything I've said has made any sense, but if I wanted to make sense I wouldn't have destroyed my brain with fanfiction.

[kmclaude]

Ive been listening to Jesus He Knows Me lately (Ghost just released the music video for their cover and its great) and its got me thinking of an AU were Tiefer goes on to become like a superstar priest/televangelist. Puts on an act about how Jesus saved him from his terrible childhood abuse, Jehan is his protege who he treats as his own son after his father died, maybe he's even got a wife he pretends to love (only in front of others) Absolute debauchery and abuse out of the public eye of course

not me like 'he could marry his sister' no but he sure could marry a wife that looks like her (honestly she fits the blonde t r a d wife look)

i am devouring this, brilliant, debauched, lovely

(honestly I was thinking about a question @idalwaves asked or reblogged about if being a different flavor of christian would like...how it would change tiefer or jehan's relationship to their sexuality or something -- like would bein southern baptist or fundie work -- and anyway it had me thinking about basically how catholicism is perfect for someone like tiefer who is gay and loathes women, whereas something like fundie or southern baptist that expects a patriarchical figure with a wife and kid, the family man archetype, would be painful for him. like torture to have to fake a loving marriage to a woman.)

BUT IT WOULD BE DECADENT god cuz he can be charming, put on a southern drawl (his accent is southern but different southern, cajun southern, and massaged away by a more new orleanian accent flattened out), lie and lie and lie -- has a wife he fucked (timed it all right and everything, natural family planning and all) until she got pregnant (thankfully quickly) because that's what she wanted, that's what was expected -- and if he works extra hard and after hours and away from her and the home its for god, it's the right thing, it's what she signed up for, of couuuuurse he loves her, ignore that he won't touch her except for briefly in public or when she needles wanting another child (and if he knocks her up enough and then crushes some pills in her food or drink to get rid of it because three's e-fucking-nough, well, hey, what she doesn't know won't hurt her...)

AND JEHAN WELL......things could be the same: dead exlover friend's son is left without a father and, well....wouldn't be too odd for him to offer to a new widow and new mother to take her eldest (his godson) under his wing, later even let him live with them (because he only has daughters so far and one day he won't be around -- makes sense to have someone ready to take over after he's gone -- jehan would be perfect for that -- in fact, it's not his idea's, it's God's even, God put it in his heart that jehan would take up after him -- so why not let him spend a summer with them...and winter...and spring...)

and you KNOW he is fucking jehan -- maybe he waits a bit longer than canonically, properly has him under his thumb until he's fifteen or sixteen (very much the adolescens that he finds attractive) or maybe it starts right after nathan died (he's not even attracted to a 10 year old's body -- not that canonically he's into a 12 year old's body either but at least puberty is hitting and it reminds him of him and nathan in their youth and he's not coping well -- but it's a heady thing, power, and he's been able to get wealth and opened doors and it's a far cry from being a beaten faggot whore on his sister's leash being whored out so why not, why not, it's not like jehan's upset about it, he always gets to cum, and it's not like his wife knows, it's not like anyone knows, why not? who's gonna stop him? God?)

basically tiefer would be soooooo much worse. not that he's great canonically but add wealth and power without rules?! (Catholicism at least has rules.) C H R I S T.

(honestly if you wanted to get real fucked up -- televangelism would probably make this also a modern or modernish AU -- say 80s or 90s at earliest making Tiefer being born....instead of 1930s, probably 1950s or 60s...and well....the implications of being able to take photo or video....well.....well....)

[totally-not-fandom]

CoD: X-Men AU where Soap has Alex Summers' powers, Gaz has Warren Worthington III's or Storm's powers, Price has Magneto's powers, and Simon has Deadpool like powers

CoD: MW characters and what X-men power I think they would have

Soap - he would have powers that are sort of like a mix between Alex and Scott Summers powers. I don't think his abilities would be confined to one area of the body like Scott's but I do think he would have to have some sort of special gear to keep them under control. I think it would look kind of like Alex's did in X-men first class, like red hoops of energy

Gaz - I'm stuck between two for Gaz. I think he would either have wings like Angel OR have Storm's powers. I think the wings would really suit him but I also want him to be super powerful like Storm because my man is underrated and I NEED him to be portrayed as powerful

Price - He's got Magneto's powers. There isn't much of a reason for this one, I just think it would be cool but both of them pretty much just collect kids at this point soooo

Ghost - This one is kind of an obvious pick but I think Ghost would have the Wolverine/Deadpool regeneration power. But, I would like to say, that his DOES leave scars and that, while most mutants get their abilities around puberty, he got his later in life (like Deadpool) after Roba

[stealingyourbones]

ok so i had this idea suddenly come up in my mind, do you know the anime To your eternity? if not ill explain what part im thinking of. When Fushi transforms into another creature, somebody close to him, he always transforms into how they were right before they died. He ages when he stays in one form however when he changes back to that same body again hes back to the age how they died. Now imagine Danny working the same way. When he doesnt change for years he ages just as normal, he grows taller, grows older just as normal, however when he changes to Phantom, a teen, and then back to his human self hes suddenly his teen self again.

You can do many different things with this, you can make him go into hiding, appearing way younger than hes supposed to be because he keeps on changing into phantom, or you can make him avoid changing at all because he wants to age and not be stuck as a teenager and then force him to change in a difficult situation. There are many great crossover options too, make him meet some DC heroes as an adult and then suddenly becoming a teen again and being stuck like that for years again. Basically its an immortal!danny AU but then with a little bit of spice

Ok I know positively nothing about that anime but my god that is such a unique and interesting flaw to give to a hero. It’s such an original take to immortality too.

Danny having to transform into Phantom and going, “Aw man, I just got to be 21 again :/“ just as he’s about to leap into battle. He later turns back into Danny, looks at his now much tinier than before hands and sighs. He’s going to have to go through puberty for the eighth time now and it is always shittier than he remembers it being.

Danny eventually goes “fuck it” and just stays as Phantom for an extended period of time, lets say 20 years or so. The League has known him as always being a ghost and being in his mid-30s. He has to transform someway or another, maybe having to fight Youngblood again and it was the only way to fight him was to transform into a human again to see him.

The League 100% think that it’s a Billy Batson situation when it’s truly not.

[ask-duotale-b2fc]

✨️Duotale FAQ✨️

Just in case peeps ask questions a lot lol. Will add more as we go.

•What exactly is this AU about?

Its just a funny little AU where not all monsters were locked underground and some went into hiding instead. Some species of monster in this AU can take on human form with their magic, hence why this is possible. Of course, this doesnt stop kiddos, human or monster, from climbing that darn mountain though.

•When is the next page?

Duotale updates every Friday. Time varies but I try to keep it between 10am and 12pm EST. If either day falls on a holiday, the page will be posted the following day.

•Why is this AU called Duotale?

Because the two main characters are twins, hence the Duo in Duotale. Ok they aren't twins, but they are siblings, born a few months apart. Yes, Strawberry is the Older one.

•Is the player a thing in this AU?

Maybe, maybe not. Depends on the AUs in the Citadel. No one is controlling the Duotale cast though. They've had their own mind and actions from the start. Underplayer is in the Citadel though, if you count them as a player.

●Can my AU be featured in your comic?

Why yes. Just refer to the link in the Masterpost labeled "how to get your AU into the comic". Follow the rules, answer the questions, and you'll be in where we can fit you! Do note that we will try to spread everyone out through different MVC visits, so please, don't be upset if your appearance isn't automatic! You will be seen eventually before the story's end! Scene art and asks are a different story though.

•Will Kris make an appearance?

Yes :3. I'll leave it at that. Ralsei will make an appearance in asks or art, Susie may or may not be in the comic itself. Here's the boi. During the comic he's a lil toddler. (Gender explaination is below btw for those that care.)

•Is Kris gonna be Frisk or Luci's counterpart?

No. Neither. They will be their own person.

●Is Clover gonna make an appearance?

Like Kris, the cowboy ghost will be there, but unlike Kris, you won't see him in comic til the end. He will (and has already) pop up on our blog, like Dalv or Star sherrif boi, but in comic, sorry, hes in Asgore's castle and that's so far away right now lmao. But here's how he looks. Yes, he knows the fox stole his hat. He does not know where his gun is, though.

●Will xxx color soul child also be in this AU?

Depends. We already have the Yellow soul decided (obvi). If There's another colored child you wanna see pop up as a canon-to-duotale ghost at the end of the comic you can ask, but so far only Clover and MAYBE Marine(Patience soul) but the lore is off that comic might contradict yellow or ours so that's undecided. Any other kids so far would be only seen in the MVC. We're trying not to pick kids in full existing sets so thats why Clover and maybe Marine are our only choices so far. We are more likely to make up the rest tbh. No more red souls though beyond cameos. Red souls work a special way in our AU and there's not a lot (if any) that can fit that requirement.

•Can other ghosts see Chara/Luci?

Yes. And she can see said other ghosts. Strawberry can only see those that she summons and Blackberry can see ghosts as well. Frisky can sense spirits near him but obviously cannot see them.

●Why do some characters have rings around them?

That just means they're dead. Ghosts. Spirits that didn't move on to heven or hell. The ring color matches the color of their soul and doesn't change. Luci, Blackberry, Dalv, and Kris have special rings though. They change color based on emotions. This color changing mood ring is only available to one species and it starts becoming visible around puberty. Luci is fullblooded, hence why her ring is always visible and changing like a rainbow, though Blackie and Kris aren't fullblooded, so their rings might be a bit faultly ha. If you're every curious what the colors mean, you can refer to the link labeled "Luci's mood ring" on the master post. Or a more simplified list ca be found on her teen ref.

•What exactly are the main cast's species?

Blackie is is a halfbreed kitsune vampire, Luci is a purebreed vampire with demonic powers, Strawberry is a tanuki who practices witch magic, and Frisky is a human. He just has a magical scarf to give him wings like redbull. As for Kris... you'll figure it out. No spoilers, sorry lol.

•How did you come up with the idea of Duotale?

Originally this story was gonna be a comic of our own runs in Undertale, showing how they clash and would effect each other. Kinda like thise PMD comics and Nuzlocke animations people make. But somewhere between writing the script and making the first cover art, we changed our minds and made a whole AU instead.

•Is fanart allowed?

Yes uwu. You can find character info and all current ref sheets in the Masterpost, last section at the bottom :3 If ya tag me, I can reblog it in my main account so peeps can see it, and an account I have specifically for or art made by others so I wont lose it. Main account is @oatmealkitty . That is where all non ask/comic art goes.

•What ships are in this comic/blog?

Oh boy a hard question to answer. Ignoring any cameos, out of our own and JUST our own characters this is the list. I'm probably missing a LOT though as these are off the top of my mind.

☆Friskyberry (Frisk x Blackie) | ☆Charaberry (Luci x Strawberry) | ☆Charisk (Sugartale) | ☆Chariel (Luci x Cristal; in the past before adoption, though nothing comes of this.) | ☆Pappyton | ☆Soriel (They break up post story on mutual terms) | ☆Torgore (They break up before the story and never get back together.) | ☆Kingdings (Asgore's relationship post comic) | ☆Sansby (After Sans and Tori split) | ☆Alphyne | ☆Kris x Ralsei

•What are the pronouns of each character?

You will find all information on the masterpost, last section. If someone is missing we just didnt finish the refs yet. Apologies. Since I know MK, MTT and Blooky will be asked about due to lack of refs, they are all he/him here but Blooky and MK accept They/Them. Remember that this is an Alternate Universe, as in not sticking to the game's lore to a T. So please dont start a fuss over this. If canon versions of the characters ever speak or are spoken to in the Citadel, they will be referred to by the genders Toby (NOT THE FANDOM) placed on them, so be happy with that smh.

A note to avoid confusion since I KNOW this will cause issues if I don't give a bible explanation: WITHIN the comic, Kris' pronouns will be he/him, hence me calling the younger one he/him. Personally, I can't see a literal 3 year old toddler changing his gender or even caring about that. I know I sure didn't back then lol. I didn't care till damn near the end of highschool tbh. Soo, He starts requesting people use they/them (if possible) in his late teens as thats what I personally experienced. Sorry to anyone who wants out of the womb non binary/trans babies. Oh and when he's spoken to or about in another language, regaurdless of age, it will be male pronouns bc languages. Sorry, can't fix that either. That's just how languages work. So yeah, Tldr: In comic=he/him. In asks=they/them (he/him if non english language).

𖤐~~~~~~𖤐~~~~~~𖤐

✨️Asks✨️

•You can ask LITERALLY anything to ANYONE. Even the mods. All suggestive/sexual questions will be filtered with a label if need be.

•All questions will go to the post comic adult versions of the cast unless specified in the question, or unless we allow asks for the kiddos for some reason.

•You can ask spoiler based questions, but they will either be heavily censored or answered in a joking manner as to not give away everything that happens in the story.

•All asks that seem like spam will be ignored. I know we answered them before jokingly but after a while it becomes too much. Also! We will ignore asks about religion (offensive/forcing), racism, sexism, stuff like that.