#i return to it like it’s a fave stress blanket

[fluffyllamas-23]

can you write a fic where mason gets really really sick and for some reason they can’t leave their house so chase gets really stressed and is so worried while mason is just out of it

This got way longer than I expected, but thank you so much for this, anon! I love these boys so much, they're such faves

“Geez,” Chase says, pausing the movie he and Mason are watching. He gets out from under the blanket they’re sharing and walks to the window to look out of it. The snow was coming down in a flurry, and Chase couldn’t help but stare at it in awe. “It’s snowing so hard, I love it.”

It’s Sunday, and he and Mason had both woken up absolutely exhausted, so they decided to just have a really slow, quiet day in, on the couch, watching movies and napping. Chase had perked right up with some caffeine.  Mason, on the other hand…he was dragging with a weariness he felt in his bones. The kind of fatigue that was suspicious enough to have Mason wondering if maybe he was coming down with something. 

He’s not sure where he would have picked it up, though. Chase hadn’t been sick, none of the friends or family he’s seen as of late had been sick, no one at work had been sick and neither had any of the guests he’s helped (that he recalls, at least). It’s a mystery - one that Mason doesn’t care all that much about solving. He’s too tired. 

“Yeah,” Mason yawns, propping himself up on an elbow. “Snow is nice and all, but you know what else is? Cuddling. Come back to the couch, you’re warm, and I want you.”

Chase turns away from the window to look at Mason. “See, now I feel like you’re just using me for my body,” he teases.

“Hell yeah, I am. Get over here and be my own personal heater, I’m cold.”

“Do you want a nap?” Chase asks, joining Mason back on the couch. “You look exhausted.”

“I am,” Mason whines. “Can you die of sleepiness because I think I might die of sleepiness.”

“I mean if you don’t sleep for weeks, yeah, but that’s not the case here, so no.”

“Maybe I’ll be the first. Someone will write about my case in a medical journal. ‘Sleepiest man alive: dies.’”

“I mean you might make the news. Not sure about a medical journal,” he says. Mason flops over, resting his head in Chase’s lap.”You should try and nap.”

“I don’t want to nap.”

“Why not?”

“We’re watching a movie and you go back to work tomorrow. I want to spend time with you.”

“Babe, we can spend time together when you’ve woken up and you’re less exhausted.”

Mason makes a non-committal noise, curling up into a tighter ball and tugging the blankets up higher. Chase starts playing with his hair in that way that he does that’s almost guaranteed to lull Mason to sleep. 

He’s quiet for a few moments, and Chase almost thinks maybe he’s fallen asleep, but then there’s a VERY sleepy, “I know what you’re doing.”

Chase laughs lightly, “oh do you?”

“....Uh-huh….s’not gonna work,” Mason mumbles. “M’not tired.”

“Mase, you just said you were going to die because you’re so tired. Do you not remember the medical journal headline you proposed?”

“That was then, this is now,” he yawns. “Was a different man back then.”

“TWO minutes ago?”

“Mmhmm.”

“You’re ridiculous and I love you for that, but go to sleep, honey. I’ll be here when you wake up”

*

When Mason wakes, he’s not quite sure where he is or what century he’s in. All he knows is that his head is pounding. He pushes himself into a sitting position, gasping in pain as the pounding intensifies. He holds his head in his hands, grimacing at just how bad it hurts. 

“Mase?” Chase frowns from next to him, “you okay?”

“Headache,” Mason murmurs, squeezing his eyes shut. “God, that hurts.”

“Sorry, sweetheart…let me go grab you some meds, lay back down.”

Mason slumps back against the cushions, massaging his temples. Each throb feels like a jackhammer to his skull, and he’s not sure meds will really do much with how bad it is. 

He’s worried he’s past the point of no return. 

“Here,” Chase says, crouching down in front of Mason. He hands him a couple of pills and a glass of water, and then rests a hand on Mason’s knee.

“You’re the best,” Mason breathes.  He swallows the pills with a wince as it feels like they scrape against his throat.  

“What’s wrong?”

“My throat hurts,” He grimaces, “I might be dying.” 

Chase makes a sad whining noise at him, “shit, Mase…how do you feel other than the headache and sore throat?”

“Just…really weird.”

He’s not sure how else to describe it. He just feels…weird. He can feel the fatigue into his bones and muscles, making every movement feel like way more work than it actually is. His throat feels raw, which is making him nauseous, which is upsetting. He was hoping that maybe he was wrong and the exhaustion he was feeling was nothing that a nap couldn’t fix, but now he’s sure he’s getting sick. 

*

“D’you think you’ll have a snow day tomorrow?” Mason croaks, voice muffled by the blankets on their bed.  He sniffles, breath catching as he coughs into a fist.

Mason had steadily felt worse as the day progressed, and now it’s around seven, and they’re both in bed. Chase is sitting up, propped against some pillows as he does some work on his laptop. A show is playing on their TV, volume low, and Mason is curled up next to him, drifting in and out of sleep. He’d probably actually be asleep if not for all of the coughing and sneezing and sniffling that’s keeping him awake.  

“Yeah, I already got the text that it’s canceled,” he says, looking down at him.

A shiver runs down his spine and he groans, pressing himself closer to Chase.  “Oh…good.”

“Probably would have called out anyways,” Chase frowns, reaching down to feel Mason’s forehead. He retracts his hand quickly, frown deepening as he closes his laptop and sets it on the mattress next to him. He feels Mason’s cheek. “Shit…you’re burning up, Mason.”

He’d felt kind of warm a little while ago, but now his skin burns underneath Chase’s hand. Mason nuzzles into Chase’s hand, eyes sliding shut as he sighs. Fever would explain why he feels as awful as he does, so he supposes he’s not all that surprised, just disappointed. 

“I feel kind of shit,” Mason mumbles. 

Chase purses his lips. “Yeah…not surprised. I’m going to go find the thermometer, need anything while I’m up?

“Could you make me more tea?” Mason croaks. “Throat’s killing me.”

“I’m on it.”

When Chase comes back into the room with tea, the thermometer, and NyQuil, Mason is sprawled out on his stomach, arm hanging over the edge of the bed and cheek pressed against the mattress as he coughs weakly. He feels so aggressively awful all of a sudden, and he’s not entirely sure how to handle it. 

Chase gnaws on his bottom lip, worry tugging at the pit of his stomach as he tries to figure out what to do if Mason ends up needing the emergency room in the middle of the night. The roads are icy and slick, and Chase really doesn’t want to have to go anywhere unless absolutely necessary. 

“Baby, can you sit up?” He asks gently, sitting the tea down on Mason’s nightstand. 

“I’m really dizzy,” Mason croaks, squeezing his eyes shut. 

Chase sticks the thermometer in his ear, pressing his other hand to the back of Mason’s neck. When it beeps in, Chase looks at the number and gasps lightly. 102.7.

“I am SO sorry, honey, but I need to take your blankets. We need to get that fever down.”

“Nooooo,” Mason whines. 

“I know, I know,” Chase soothes, pulling back their thick comforter. “It sucks, and I’m sorry.”

He manages to get Mason to take the meds and goes into their bathroom to find a washcloth. It doesn’t take much rummaging through their linen cabinet before grabbing one. He pokes his head out of the bathroom to check on Mason, who’s still lying in the same position.  Chase hates this, he hates when Mason is sick because he’s just not himself. He just wants to fix everything. 

He runs the washcloth under cold water, and then wrings it out until no more water comes out. He’s trying to hurry, Mason’s temp being this high when medical care not being easily available is stressing Chase the hell out. And sure, even if it gets up to 103, he’s still not really in danger of his brain melting. But that doesn’t keep Chase from worrying. 

“

Much to Chase’s relief, the NyQuil brings the fever down to 101.5. Still not great, but Mason didn’t pass out and is able to sleep, so Chase is taking that as a win. 

When he wakes up the next morning, Mason is still fast asleep. He’s snoring softly, which he only ever does when he’s congested.  Chase resists the urge to feel for a fever - he’s looking remarkably less flushed than yesterday when his fever was so high, so he’s guessing whatever his fever is at is probably a more manageable level. 

He decides to put all of his nervous energy into cleaning downstairs and cooking Mason some food that might sound good when he wakes up. He’s really not much of a cook, that’s more Mason’s forte, but he has perfected a few comfort recipes that Mason loves over the years. 

He’s about three hours into cleaning and cooking when he hears their bedroom door open and close.  Chase stops what he’s doing and turns around just in time to see Mason appear in the doorway. 

He looks really disoriented and like he’s not with it at all. His hair is sticking up in every direction, and he blinks really heavily as he sways on his feet. 

“Good morning,” Chase says, crossing the room to get to Mason’s side. “How are you feeling? Any better?”

“Umb,” he croaks, wincing at just how bad his throat hurts. “Ndo. Worse, I thiggk.”

Everything just feels awful. His head is pounding, and every step that he took from the bedroom to where Chase is just reverberated in his skull. 

His throat hurts so bad, he’s not sure he wants to speak until it’s feeling better. It’s raw, and each swallow feels like someone’s shoving a hot poker down his throat. 

His sinuses are throbbing, and he keeps feeling an itch winding through them, but so far, rubbing his nose seems to do the trick and he’s able to ward off whatever impending sneezes are coming. It does, however, seem to make him even stuffier than he already is.  

He’s sore and achy, too. His muscles and joints hurt with every movement, and all he wants to do is go back to sleep. 

“Think you can make it to the couch? I have some food for you, you really need to eat something with the meds.”

“What mbeds?” Mason mumbles, sniffling as Chase guides him to the couch.

“The ones I'm about to give you.”

“Oh…right.”  He sniffles. “Heh…heh’gchxt! Hih’ixcht! Snff! Snff!”

“Bless you, sweetheart. I made some congee, do you want me to warm a bowl up for you before or after the meds?”

“After,” Mason sniffles.

“You got it. Want some tea, too? Your throat sounds like it really hurts.”

Mason nods, pulling the blanket that’s next to him over his lap.  He sniffles as he settles into the couch, pulling his knees to his chest and curls into himself. His eyelids droop, but he opens them when he feels Chase’s hand on his forehead.

“Your ha’d is cold,” Mason grumbles. 

“Sorry…I really wish it weren’t still snowing this hard. I’d really like to get you to a doctor soon.”

“I’mb finde. It’s just the flu or sombethi’gg.”

“We could have gotten you antivirals by now, though,” Chase frowns.

Mason shrugs. “It’s okay.”

Chase kisses the top of his head. “Alright. I’ll get you some meds and heat you up some food, and make some tea. Sound good?”

“Uh-huh.”

“How about you pick a movie? Anything you want.”

“I mbight fall asleep.”

Chase smiles at him softly, cupping his cheek. “That’s fine. You should if you can.”

Mason is way ahead of him. As hard as he tries to stay awake, he’s exhausted and he can feel himself slipping back into unconsciousness. It’s fine, he tells himself, Chase can just wake him back up when he returns. 

And he does.

[ivyithink]

Alfred: holds gently, doesn’t mind the bites and scratches

Uhtred: carries his pup around like a sack of potatoes

me, continuing to draw daemon(?)!au: haha, obviously i am drawing alfred and uhtred cause they are my faves and NOT because a dog and a raven are the only animals i can kind of sketch without reference, hahha, obviously

[jeonjeonggukenergy]

May 31

summary ~ on the last day of your senior year living together, you're still fighting your feelings for your roommate jungkook. before you can fully move out and move on, he makes a pretty significant scheduling error. #and there was only one bed

genre ~ fluff, smut / roommate!au, college!au, bit of crack/fake texts

wordcount ~ 5k

warnings ~ smut (18+), blowjob (oral: m receiving), nipple play, marking, penetrative sex, cumplay (sort of oral: f receiving), jungkook just goes hard as expected BUT IT'S SOFT? this is just super cheesy and cute with some hopefully hot smut

a/n ~ surprise oneshot! and they were roommates? and there was only one bed? this is all my fave tropes wrapped into one, i had a ton of fun writing it and i hope yall enjoy :')

~ read on ao3 ~

You walked up to your apartment door just as a boy from the class below you walked out—with a wave, a "see ya, Jungkook!" and what appeared to be the last piece of your roommate's bedframe.

"You...sold...your bed?"

"Well, sort of. I borrowed it from that guy for the year while he was studying abroad. So now I'm giving it back to him. Since I'm staying in the city for my new job, though, I wish I could have just kept it. Now I have to actually buy one," Jungkook lamented.

"I mean, okay, but why didn't you just wait to give it back tomorrow when we move out?"

"What do you mean? Today's move-out day. I was just waiting for my brother to get off work to help get all my stuff out of here. I was kind of wondering why you hadn't packed up more, but you've always waited til the last minute to pack for things." Jungkook grinned, recalling your friend group’s spring break trip.

Momentarily distracted by his dig, you defended yourself quickly before returning to the subject. "Hey! At least I always get it done in the end. Better than packing too soon and accidentally giving away your bed a day early. Your new lease doesn't let you move in til the first day of June, right? It's May 31st."

Jungkook's pretty doe eyes went comically wide. "31st? There is no May 31st. It's June 1st. Because yesterday was May 30th. Right?"

"Oh my gosh. You're joking. You have to be joking," you tried not to laugh as you pulled up your Google calendar. "Here, look," you turned the phone around to him. "May 31st."

"Shit," he breathed, pushing the soft shock of hair back from his frozen face. "What did I do?"

You took your phone back, already distracted by your texts as you reassured him. "Don't worry, it’s funny but it's no big deal, I'm just messing with you. You can sleep on the couch for tonight, you'll be fine."

Jungkook grabbed your wrist, making you look up from your screen in surprise. In sitcom-esque slow motion, he swiveled his head sideways and you followed his gaze to the living room, realizing—

"The couch was his too. I gave it back."

"Oh my gosh," you muttered, shaking your head down with a smile. Feeling a little braver on your last full day as roommates, you finally gave Jungkook the warning that had almost slipped out plenty of times over the year. "Jungkookie...you're really lucky you're so cute. Otherwise you wouldn't get away with nearly as much as you do in life.”

"I..." Jungkook dropped your hand, grinning at the usual nickname but unsure how to take the half-compliment. "I'm so sorry. I can't believe I forgot about a whole day, I usually double-check my calendar. I can just take the floor for tonight, I guess? I'll go unpack my blanket again. Sorry, I don't want to be an inconvenience."

"No, no," you cut him off—against your better judgment, but determined to ignore your superficial attraction to him to be a good friend and roommate. "Don't be ridiculous, just sleep in my bed. I mean, if that's okay with you of course. It'll definitely be more comfortable than the floor." He nodded rapidly, eyes still wide but mouth perfectly flatlined like an emoji. "Okay then. No worries. Let's eat, I got us takeout for our last night but it's getting cold."

At the mention of food, Jungkook made a beeline for the plastic bags hanging on your arm, and soon you were back to normal—well, sort of. Eating slightly reheated noodles on the living room floor instead of the couch, you giggled over one last Friday night K-drama episode together and reminisced over all the best memories from your year as roommates. You missed the coziness of your couch more than you thought you might, or maybe you just missed the snuggles you'd shared in its corner on countless nights like this one.

Jungkook had always been cutely touchy with his close friends, but it had taken a while for you two to get comfortable. You had to admit you'd gotten spooked when you first met him, disappearing behind your door after a quick "hi, nice to meet you!" and furiously texting your friend and former roommate Jin in distress. He hadn't warned you the new guy he'd found for your apartment was, in your own words, "stupid hot." Jin had laughed you off, saying it hadn't even occurred to him because he just saw his former soccer teammate "JK" as a kid. To be fair, it probably truly had slipped Jin's notice—he barely believed anyone who told him how objectively attractive he was. But Jin was a good enough friend to both you and Jungkook that he took charge of dissolving the initial tension, immediately bringing y'all over for a "double housewarming" dinner party at the cute new place he now shared with his fiancée. (Thank goodness he'd finally listened when you'd told him she found him attractive. Even if it cost you a roommate of two years, you'd happily take credit for that relationship.) That first invitation had felt suspiciously like a double date, but Jin's cooking and hosting skills broke the ice nicely enough. After that, it only took a few more dinners and video game nights to initiate you into their casual rhythm of hair ruffles and backhugs.

Currently, Jungkook had his arm around you to offer a neck rub while you rested your head on his shoulder, hoping he couldn't feel your pulse beneath his fingers. "Ah, you're going so hard," you half-protested.

"I always go this hard! You never complain," he shot back with a teasing grin.

"Nah, come on, you're gonna leave a mark or something. At least check," you lifted your head, sweeping your hair aside. "Is it all red like Jin always gets?" you joked.

Facing away, you had no way of seeing it, but Jungkook's face had gone red too. "Uh...no, it's fine, it's fine." He glanced back to the TV and turned it off, noticing the episode had ended. "Sorry though, I didn't mean to hurt you. I'm gonna go shower and get ready for bed."

"Hey, no, it's okay!" You tugged on his shirt as he got up, wanting to reverse whatever you’d done to make him seem so uneasy. "I'm not actually hurt or mad at you or anything, I was just messing with you. Again." You smiled lightheartedly, and his face broke into a soft nose-scrunch at the reassurance.

"Okay, good. I was gonna shower anyway though—so uh, see you in bed I guess?"

"Yeah same, see you in bed," you laughed, trying to maintain the ease in your facial expression until the moment he left the room, upon which your internal monologue immediately turned into "aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa."

You couldn't help thinking about Jungkook in the shower. And not even in the usual way that you couldn't help thinking about Jungkook, in the shower. As much as you hated to admit it, Jin was probably right about your feelings for your sweet, dorky roommate going beyond just physical attraction, or friendship. Jungkook was kind, respectful, smart, athletic, artistic, funny, really hot, and you already got along well enough to live together: he really was the ultimate boyfriend material. You were both pleasantly moderate introverts. He shared your same favorite dramas and brand of instant ramen. Even your parents loved him—wait, did they want you to date him too? A strict follower of every social rule that dictated not dating roommates, coworkers, best friends' exes, exes' best friends, etc., you had simply never allowed yourself to consider the possibility until now. You played back your conversations with Jin over the year and considered the sheer amount of the funny stories you told him, or situations where you asked for his advice, or surprises he'd helped you plan, or simply glowing, grinning descriptions of something new you'd noticed, that all ended up being about Jungkook. He'd never even had to bring him up. Damn Jin for being such a good listener.

~

Almost an hour later, when you were already in bed, Jungkook politely knocked on your door. He always took long showers, and tonight you couldn't decide whether you were thankful for the extra time to prepare yourself or even more stressed from the extra time to overthink.

"Come in," you called quietly. Jungkook shuffled into your room, toe-socked feet making their way to the side of the bed you'd rolled over to clear for him. Cautious, he climbed in, and you stayed safely facing away from each other for a while, winding down for the night on your phones like you both normally did in your separate rooms. So spaced out that you couldn't even detect Jungkook's additional body heat, you felt the chill of the air conditioning instead and kept adjusting the blankets to try and achieve maximum insulation.

Jungkook eventually spoke his first words since he'd entered. "Am I hogging the covers? I'm sorry."

"Oh no, you're totally fine, if anything I'm taking up more than you. I'm just always cold, so I usually sleep in, like, a three-layered burrito. But it's fine! Really, no worries."

To your surprise, Jungkook rolled over, propping his head up on an elbow to look at you. "Well...I...we could..." he started, swallowing when you turned to face him. "I mean, you could wear socks! Like I do!" He pulled a foot out from under the sheets and presented it to your face, cackling.

"I think the fuck not," you snorted, shoving the foot away and falling slightly on top of him as you both lost your balance in giggles. "You couldn't catch me dead in your weird-ass socks."

"That's the secret, though!" he insisted. "That's how I stay warm."

"You are warm," you realized. One of your hands had ended up on his chest, the other arm tucked in the side of his torso, and both were burning up. You supposed you'd settled into similar positions on the couch before but you'd never noticed just how much of a human furnace he was. Maybe it was because he hadn't been wearing his toe socks.

Neither of you said anything for a second. You could feel his heart beating at a slightly elevated but respectable rate, and while you wanted to pull away, if only to spare your own nerves, you also...didn't. You were too scared to stay like this, but too scared to move too. Jungkook seemed similarly stuck, blinking down at your hand on his chest, but eventually he unfroze to reach over it and drag you fully onto him by your shoulder. You simply let him handle you, not making any additional moves but silently enjoying the heat he seemed happy to provide. His hand spread over your back to press your torso to his, radiating heat through your thin t-shirt, and you suddenly grew self-conscious that you were braless. But of course you were, who wears a bra to bed? You were fine. This was fine.

"Are you okay? Is this warmer?" Jungkook asked, as gentle as his touch.

"Yeah! Yeah, this is fine," you responded, the answer muffled by your mouth's placement all too near to his neck. You could sense the heat coming off his skin from there too, but it contrasted with the mild coolness of his still-damp hair. It smelled faintly of floral shampoo, and the scent suddenly amplified all your nerves as the implications of how close he was hit you from head to toe. Even the soft fuzz of his socks brushed your bare legs, now intertwined with his. You weren't exactly small, but the warm solidity of Jungkook’s body under you made you feel fully enveloped by him. Though he'd shared a fair amount of skin with you through the course of your friendship, the intimacy of sharing your bed took every touch to another level, and being pressed so flush against him felt unbearable. You couldn't possibly process a whole year of pure pent-up physical attraction right now, much less any other feelings that may or may not have grown with it, especially when you knew he had no reason to feel anything back. And you were roommates. You just needed to sleep it off and then you could both move, and move on, in peace. Hopefully the odds of ever being stuck in a bed with Jungkook again would go way down after tonight.

Not bothering to get up and turn off the weak string of lights above your headboard, you just slowed your breathing and attempted to drift off to sleep. Pretending the deeper breaths weren't so you could get a better whiff of his soft, flowery hair, you laid still for several minutes, successfully ignoring your body's instinctual response.

Eventually, though, it became impossible to ignore his.

~

Jungkook wasn't that hard, okay. He wasn't a teenager; he thought he could control himself around you enough by now that he could just enjoy this last night without giving anything away. He almost felt bad when you invited him into your bed, sensing your reluctance and knowing it was his own fault that you'd had to offer in the first place. But he knew you wouldn't have asked if you weren't truly okay with it, and that confidence gave him the tiniest swell of hope that maybe you were a little bit more than okay. While Jin refused to give away any real insight into what you thought of him, he'd been teasing Jungkook for six months about his crush on you, eventually convincing him to try making your friendship into more once you both graduated and moved on to different roommates. He had just been planning to bring it up in a much better way than the semi that you could definitely feel against your thigh. You had both been silent about it for over five minutes, though, long enough that he could cross his fingers that you were already asleep. He probably didn't have to worry about a thing.

~

"Jungkook?"

You had finally worked up the courage to stop pretending you’d fallen asleep. You felt him freeze up under you—the defined abs that covered his tiny waist tightening, solid chest muscles contracting, and his thighs tensing to trap yours between them, all at once. You froze too, attempting to speak again but no sound coming out.

"_____, guess what!" he blurted to cut you off. Which was good, because you had absolutely zero plans for what to say after that.

"What?"

"It's after midnight," he said, jolting up to point to the digital clock on your side table. "It really is the first day of June now. So, according to the lease, we're officially no longer roommates. Crazy!"

"I mean...yeah," you affirmed, confused. "But also, we're literally sharing a bed right now. In the same room. So until that changes, I would probably still call us roommates." A little too amused by your own clapback, you raised your head to peek into his wide eyes and smiled, a big one that scrunched up your whole face.

And his dick twitched. Yeah, there was no way you could not notice that.

Before you could even finish your gasp, Jungkook spoke again. "I like you. I'm sorry. I like you. I didn't want to say anything while we were roommates because I didn't want to make you uncomfortable, and I definitely didn't mean for this to happen, I'm sorry. You can totally not like me back and it's fine. I'm sorry, I really didn't mean to tell you like this, I just...I like you. A lot."

Shocked into silence for a second, but galvanized by his unnecessary apology, you responded without thinking for once. "Don't say sorry. You don't need to apologize, it's okay. Oh my gosh, I had no idea. I really had no idea. I, uh, I think I like you too? Shit, okay, I thought you were really hot from, like, the day you moved in, and eventually it became more than that but I didn't want to make anything weird because, yeah, we’re roommates, so I pretty much tried to ignore it all year. But then Jin made me realize that you're basically all I think about—or talk to him about, shit, I must have been so annoying—"

"Jin? JIN?" Jungkook grabbed his phone from the side table and wasted no time in blasting off the last meme in his camera roll. You propped yourself up in his arms, both giggling at Jin's quick shot back.

Looking at him now, a big cheesy smile on his face even as he stirred under you, still a little hard, you nodded as if fully understanding for the first time. "Yeah. I like you too."

As he set down his phone and brought his hand around your back again, his smile faded into a smirk. "Wow."

"Yeah...wow," you echoed, nervous and awkward again. You felt your face grow warmer as he looked slowly to your lips, then back up to meet your eyes.

"Can I kiss you?"

Blinking, you shifted your weight back down onto him, bringing your face close enough to hear his intake of breath as your hips brushed his dick. "Can you do more than that?"

"Fuck," he whispered. "Yes."

Jungkook snaked one arm down to your ass and one arm up your back to the nape of your neck, holding you close as he kissed you for the first time, fiercely. He didn't waste another minute hesitating now that he knew you had both wanted this for a year. Passionate but not aggressive, he teased the seam of your mouth with the tip of his tongue and you instantly opened for him, gliding your tongue over his smooth bottom lip as his flicked up to the sensitive roof of your mouth. Squeezing your ass to guide your hips down in small circles against him, he tensed his other hand slightly into your hair and you moaned at the competing sensations. Jungkook broke away to absorb every beautiful noise you made as he discovered you, heavy eyes finding yours before he rolled over to pin you to the bed and bury his face in your neck. He smiled into your skin when you moaned again from the satisfying pressure of his full body over you, and carefully rolled his hips into yours as he covered your jawline in tender kisses. One of your hands carved through his thick hair. As you dug the fingertips of your other hand into his prominent back muscles, you suddenly realized you were both still fully clothed and you really, really did not want him to be. Tugging his t-shirt over his head and throwing it aside, you paused before letting him do the same.

"Wait. Take off your socks. I can't believe I didn't make you do that before any of this. I really just almost had sex with someone wearing toe socks. Kill me," you whined over-dramatically.

"Come on, that would have been hilarious. What a first-time story!" Jungkook said earnestly. "Sure you don't want me to leave them on?"

"Please take them off. Please," you only half-jokingly begged.

"You wanna take 'em off for me?" he teased, wiggling a foot in front of you.

"Fine, whatever it takes!" You flung his sock across the room, reaching for his other foot below the covers to get rid of the other one.

He fell on top of you, giggling again, but as soon as you shut him up with your lips he snapped out of it, eagerly deepening the kiss while his warm hands traveled up under your shirt. Smoothing over the curves of your torso and reaching up to firmly grasp your breasts, he moaned into you and you whined back as his thumbs brushed your hardening nipples. He was incredibly physically precise, each movement graceful yet sharp and intentional. You felt deeply lucky to experience this dimension of him, the most perfect and natural expression of his contradictory nature. Equally loving, giving, overachieving, and sensual—with a side of weird socks and Gen Z meme literacy—that was your Jungkook.

"I can't believe this is happening," Jungkook murmured as he pulled your shirt over your head. "I can't believe I get to see you like this. You're so—ohhh." He trailed off, taking in the fully naked glory of your top half for the first time. His head immediately ducked to your chest, sucking dark bruises into the low-lit hollow of your breasts. You squirmed under his hold on the dip of your waist, whimpering, but the grip of your hands in his shiny black locks let him know you didn't really want him to stop. Grinding against his now rock-hard dick, you eventually couldn't take the friction anymore and reached down to try and pull off both of your pajama pants at the same time. Jungkook just laughed.

He paused to help you out, rolling off of you to take care of his own sweatpants, and you kicked off your pajama pants and underwear as Jungkook slowly let his erection spring free above his waistband. You'd never thought a dick could be pretty before, but it honestly made sense that his would be as perfect as the rest of his body. "Fuck," you swore softly, mouth watering. Jungkook raised an eyebrow at you, and you scrambled to lick the tip as if on instinct, eliciting a much more emphatic "Fuuuuuck!" from him. He spread his legs to let you crawl between them, holding tenuous eye contact as you smirked at his sensitivity. Teasing a single finger up his shaft, you followed its path with your tongue and he let out a deliciously high, shaky moan.

"Please," Jungkook choked out when you approached him, lips pursed. He praised you breathlessly as you tightened a hand around his length and began to sink down. "You feel so good already. Fuck." Closing your eyes, you hollowed your cheeks to accommodate his generous size and dipped your head, sucking him in as far as you could go. He was so responsive, you learned what he liked quickly, and savored each whimper as you stroked his balls gently or swirled your tongue over his slit. You licked all the way from his head to the base and he cried out. Bringing a hand to the back of your head, he didn't quite hold you down, leaving enough slack for you to move if you wanted to, but you submitted to his touch and stayed a second with nearly his whole length in your mouth. And then you swallowed.

"Stop! Stop, please, or I'll cum." He pulled you off by your hair, bringing your forehead to his as you realigned your bodies. "You're so good for me," he professed warmly. "I wanna be good for you."

"Then fuck me," you surprised him by answering bluntly. "Please, I want you so bad."

Jungkook groaned, arching his hips up against you and coating his dick in your wetness. Bringing himself back under control, he pinned you under his thighs and reached down to open you up with a finger. You felt so much more relaxed with him than you had with any previous boyfriend or hookup, and he slid into your entrance fairly easily. You moaned right away when he brushed his thumb over your clit, and he responded with a muttered "Fuck it, you’re so wet already," pulling his finger out and stroking it up your folds as he lined up.

"You're on the pill, right? For your periods," he confirmed.

"Yeah, of course. You really think I'd let you hit it raw otherwise?" you shot back teasingly, trying to hide how touched you were that he remembered from a few months ago, when he'd driven you to pick up your prescription since your car was in the shop. That was your Jungkook.

"No," he said sheepishly. "You're smart."

You smiled up at him fondly, ruffling his hair. "You're smart too. And sweet. And hot. And your dick is enormous. It's kind of unfair."

"Unfair!" he protested. "How can I be unfair when you're perfect?"

"Perfect? Shut up," you dismissed him. "Now I know you're lying. You cheeseball."

"I'm not lying! You're perfect for me."

"Oh, so you're just a hopeless romantic. Where did that come from? What am I getting into?" you fussed playfully.

"Okay, we can make fun of each other later, like always, but right now can I just get into you?" Jungkook pleaded, directing you back to the task at hand.

"Oh my gosh. I can't believe this, you're worse than Jin. That was actually pretty impressive—" Surprised, you half-laughed, half-admired his wordplay, but were silenced by both his lips and his first few inches gliding into you.

Not yet breaking your kiss, just absorbing your moans into his mouth as he stretched you out, Jungkook eased himself all the way in. He drank in every detail of your body's response to keep careful track of your comfort. You tilted your ass up against him, absorbing the fullness of his big dick immersed in your walls, and he froze. "Pretty impressive?" he whispered.

"Jungkook," you breathed back in pure pleasure, too overwhelmed to sass back.

"Can I move?" he asked sweetly.

"Fuck. Yes."

Jungkook's brows narrowed as his eyes turned darker, and he snapped his hips up into yours once, twice, before setting a fierce pace that had you crying out with each stroke. He hadn't lost touch on your clit the whole time, and he began to circle his fingers to pleasure you there too, building up an almost unbearable tension throughout your whole body.

"Fuck...fuck! Jungkook!" you chanted. His eyes overcame their fluttering to meet yours. Jungkook stilled, then ground down on you in one big, slow, circle, drinking in your blissed-out expression.

"Harder?" he whispered. Jungkook loved a challenge.

"Sure, harder. Why the fuck not," you keened, high-pitched and desperate. He could split you in half at this point, leave you unable to walk for days, and you'd love it.

Jungkook made a small, delighted noise at your eagerness, kissing you quickly before flipping you over and positioning you on all fours, sheathing himself in you again. He ran his hands along your torso to clutch your breasts from underneath, holding himself up against you with solely the strength of his thighs and his core. Pulsing his hips into you carefully, slowly, to let you get used to the deeper angle, his fingertips skimmed your nipples tantalizingly, warming you further. He dropped one hand to prop himself up and slowly traveled the other down to your center. The lustful, elated exhale you let out when he rubbed your clit made him snap his hips forward, tilting you into the bed before you could engage your thighs to push back against his. Your continuous moans encouraged him that you were enjoying this just as much as him, loving how he remained fully attentive to your pleasure while pounding into you to pursue his own high. He fucked you like a high-intensity workout, pushing his unreasonably built body to its limits of speed and strength. You couldn't help wishing you'd taken him up on more of his offers to hit the gym together, but he seemed to get off on your breathlessness, wanting to give you his all and push you past your limits too. His fingers working as quickly as his hips, heat swelled up inside you, and when you felt sure that the tension in your core was about to break, you turned your head to cry out to him.

"Jungkookie, Jungkook—nhngh, I'm gonna cum."

"Ahhhh," he moaned. "Me too, _____. You feel so amazing, ahh—you're so perfect for me." The praise warmed your heart and your core, and soon you came around him with a long, drawn-out whine. He fucked you deep through each spasm, sending you into hot, heady overstimulation as he shuddered and emptied himself into you. When you finally collapsed under him, legs sore and shaking, he pulled out of you gently and lowered his lips to your lower lips with great care. Jungkook meticulously kissed from your swollen clit to your entrance, soft as a whisper, and you breathed out in overwhelmed bliss as his tongue emerged to tenderly nudge every drop of his cum into your opening. The gesture of aftercare, just as soothing as it was inexplicably hot, bloomed an affection within you that almost made your heart hurt. You rolled over, stretching your legs out, and he looked up at you from between them. His hair was a beautifully sweaty mess, and he smiled in sweet satisfaction with your wetness adorning his chin. That was your Jungkook.

"Don't go anywhere," he said softly, kneading your thighs with his hands.

"Well, I have to do the whole pee-after-sex thing. But after that, where would I go? There's only one bed in this apartment now," you couldn't help teasing.

"Hey! If I hadn't given away my bed, none of this would have happened," he complained cutely, pulling himself up to big-spoon you. “Just stay with me.”

"I will. I know," you murmured back. "And I'm so happy you did." You shifted back, closer against him, and he buried his face in your neck.

"You know, I was gonna miss being roommates so much," he said thoughtfully. "But I'm so okay with not being your roommate now if I get to be your...your..." He grinned into your shoulder, suddenly too shy to say it.

You turned to face him, holding his pink cheeks in both of your hands and kissing his nose. Knowing this would be just the first intimate moment of many made you both flush with an easy, sweet joy.

"My Jungkook. You're my Jungkook."

[peaceoutofthepieces]

Tracing Time

Saturday, 23:39

Song: David Bowie - Starman

Sander’s hands flit over the papers like wasps, mindlessly zipping back and forth in search of a target, lighting here and there for a quick moment before moving on. He leaves behind scraps of pencil or colour or words, molding them into a collage of unrestrained thought even as his mind races and runs back. There’s no room for anything else when his head is filled with art.

It’s only a case of luck that allows him to catch his phone lighting up as he moves away in search of his sketchbook. He halts in place and glances at the screen, lips twitching at the sight of Robbe’s name.

He goes to rub at his eyes and catches himself, eyeing the paint blotches and pencil stains marring his fingers. He uses a clean knuckle for the task, then wipes his hands off on his sweatpants before picking up his phone. There are a slew of messages waiting for him, and his heart gives a sharp, pleasant tug. A few are from his small group chat with his friends from the Academy planning to meet up tomorrow, and there are two from Lucas checking up on him and wishing he was there. Most of them, however, are from Robbe, and this is all Sander pays attention to.

oh god they’re starting to get gross why’d I agree to this 🙃

it’s just making me miss you more, tbh

I’ve finally escaped to bed and now I definitely miss you. how am I gonna sleep without my fave blanket/pillow?! 😪

I’m actually really tired now 🙈

Sanderrrr?

Sander bites down hard on his lip to suppress a smile at the obvious whining, and then realises there’s nobody around to see him and lets his grin out in full force. It’s sappy, his Robbe grin. He’s not embarrassed by it, far from it, but it scares him sometimes. His heart quickens then and he has to take a deep, shaky breath to stop it from overwhelming him, how easy this love comes and threatens to bowl him over. This happiness.

He realises he’s already made Robbe wait long enough for his message and taps out a quick reply.

sorry sorry. caught up with the project. have you been thoroughly traumatised yet?

The texting bubble appears instantly.

hmmm I think I’ve gotten off lucky tbh, so I’m not going to complain 😬

you abandoned them a while ago though?

tired. not as used to the train ride as Jens

why aren’t you sleeping then?

couldn’t without saying goodnight 🙈

There. Sander’s heart does the thing, that rapid stutter, as his lips spread into a smile so wide his cheeks hurt. Every time he thinks he couldn’t get any more fond, Robbe surprises him. He brings the phone closer to his face as he bites at his lip, as if that will make Robbe feel nearer.

I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you wait up

I’ll always wait for you

The message comes so quickly Sander knows his boyfriend doesn’t even take time to think about it. It’s just a casual, natural response; even though Robbe likely does have that cheesy, cheeky grin on his face as he waits for Sander to reply. He knows exactly what he’s doing and he has no idea. He doesn’t know how easy it is, how totally he has Sander wrapped around his finger. In fairness, Sander would have no idea how to express it to him. He glances at his project and corrects himself—he can’t express it outside of his art. At least, not fully. Not as easily.

I thought I was the one with the one-liners here

mmm I guess you’re a good teacher

I’m not sure you ever needed me to teach you that, Robin

you’ve always been a sap at heart 😘

hey!! and I thought I was getting a compliment there 😪

it is a compliment

from me, it always is

There’s a short pause, as if Robbe doesn’t know what to say or has fallen asleep. Sander drops onto the edge of his bed while he waits, holding the phone near his lap. The typing bubble isn’t reappearing, and he feels disheartened for a brief moment, and then another message appears. This time it’s a square, and Sander perks up as he watches the photo load, and then Robbe’s looking back at him. He does indeed look tired. He’s covering his face with his hand, but peeking through his fingers so Sander can see one sleepy eye, as well as half of his smile. His cheeks are a faint shade of red, and his shoulders are tucked up close, covered by one of his green t-shirts.

Sander falls back onto his bed at the sight of it, heart fluttering in adoration. It’s nothing new, and it’s nothing provocative, so maybe it shouldn’t be getting Sander’s heart racing as much as it is. But it is downright adorable—Robbe is—and it makes Sander miss him so fiercely, so suddenly, that he aches. It shouldn’t be so. He’d just seen him this morning. He sees him so often. How is it that he still manages to miss him all the time?

Robbe sends him another message.

you’re not even here and still

Sander grins.

still I can confirm you’re the most beautiful person in the universe

just this one?

every Robbe in every universe is the most beautiful person there

and every Sander better tell him so

🙄🙈 shut up and go to sleep

I can’t, still have work to do

Another pause, and then the typing bubble only appears for a short moment.

not too long, okay?

Of course. He doesn’t know what else he was expecting. He smiles again despite himself.

promise ❤️

goodnight Sander ❤️

night, Robin

sweet dreams

He keeps the chat open for another moment, just to make sure nothing else is going to come in, and then lets his phone drop to his chest. He pushes a hand through his hair and just breathes for a moment. Then he picks his phone up and looks at the photo again, smiling softly in the face of all of Robbe’s softness. He looks adorably sleepy, and Sander wants to join him more than anything, curl around his pillow and pretend it’s a familiar body and drift off into dreamland himself. Instead, he sets his phone aside and gets up. Rather than collecting his sketchbook or returning to his desk, he slips out of his room and creeps up the hallway.

He quietly flicks on the light in the kitchen and goes about getting himself a glass of water, then he digs about in the press for a chocolate bar as well. He doesn’t sit with them, but leans against the counter and nibbles and sips, hoping the little burst of sugar will spur him on.

At some stage, he zones out, and doesn’t notice his mother walking into the room until she speaks.

“I thought you’d already gone to bed.”

Léa Driesen tucks her robe tighter around herself and comes to stand across from her son, leaning against the table. She keeps her arms crossed over her chest but smiles softly at him, giving him a quick once over and shaking her head at his stained clothes. It’s a familiar, fond gesture. Sander feels warm rather than embarrassed in the face of it. He holds the remaining half of his bar out in offering. She shakes her head slightly. “No thanks, darling.”

“Everything okay?” Sander asks her. “Sorry, I was trying to be quiet.”

“No, you were,” she waves him off. “I was still awake, heard you out in the hall. You’re not still working, are you?”

Sander blushes, looking down at his water, and hears her sigh. “I just have a little left to do,” he protests.

“So you can sleep and finish it tomorrow.”

“It won’t take long. And I can just sleep longer then. But if I don’t finish it, and have to go to sleep knowing I don’t have it finished, then I’ll be stressed and won’t be able to sleep anyway. So really, it works better this way.”

She stares him down, eyes narrowed and unimpressed. There’s still a slight upwards curl to her lips. “And Robbe comes home tomorrow.”

Sander takes a sip of his water.

Léa shakes her head, huffing quietly. “He won’t be back ‘til late afternoon,” she reminds him. “You would still have it done before he gets back.”

“I definitely will if I just finish it now. Besides, Emilie wants me to join her and the others for a while first.”

“You’ll be falling asleep on the poor kids.”

“I will if you keep me up,” Sander says, pressing a kiss to her cheek as he moves past her.

She hums and calls over her shoulder after him. “You’re a mess. Not too late, okay?”

Sander huffs in amusement, shaking his head as he pauses to go to the bathroom on his way back to his room. He’s only a bit tired, and he feels a little brighter after splashing water on his face. He’s shaking his hands out over the sink when he catches sight of his reflection and gets caught up.

He’s still not quite used to his hair.

It’s strange, because it’s the hair he’s had for most of his life. But he’d gotten used to the bleach. Now, it’s still short from where he’d finally cut the dye out, and it still takes him by surprise. He supposes it’ll take more than a month or so to get used to again. It makes him look younger, he thinks, his natural colour, like he did when—

Well, it doesn’t matter. The bleach didn’t work to hide anything, either. It didn’t make a difference, after that time.

He goes to run a hand through his hair and pauses when he remembers they’re still wet. He settles for staring for another moment instead, and then he finally drags himself away, drying his hands and face and closing himself up in his room.

His project is still laid out, almost done. He casts his eyes over it, the scraps of sketch and photograph and poetry all melded together, examines every detail before nodding to himself. Then he fetches his sketchbook as he’d meant to a half-hour before and drops back into his desk chair.

~^~

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[kidmetsu-no-yaiba]

What They Do When You’re Having A ‘Split’ And Become Angry  

This includes: Tsukishima, Kuroo, Bokuto, Kita, Suga, Ennoshita, Ushijima

This is just how I perceive them as what they would do for a best friend/romantic partner that experiences BPD anger in a similar way as I do. Also I'm off my stabilizers haha..ha.

Also none of these are meant to be mean about the characters I literally chose my faves for this.

Uh TW for bpd I guess?

Gender Neutral reader bay bee

Tsukishima (Not the trigger):

Doesn’t even recognize it at first, thinks its just a normal bad day from work

After, like, 30 minutes of you just sitting there and glaring at your phone without talking or even changing your expression he starts to get a clue.

Goes about his normal chores that upset you, but he plays your “Calming” playlist out loud on his phone just loud enough for you to hear

If he’s exhausted every chore and you still haven’t talked, he purposefully looks for funny or interesting news articles about stuff you like and reads the headlines out to you to get you to look at him or talk

Once you start at least looking at him, hopefully talking too, begins trying to coax out what triggered you

Ignores if you make any outright mean or just passive aggressive comments towards him instead of answering but will get aggressive in return

If he manages to get What Happened out of you he immediately calls you an idiot. Regardless of what it is. Is a mean comforter.

“Getting mad over your best friend talking on the phone too long while you’re hanging out isn’t an excuse to be mean”

“You’re stupid if you think it’s your fault that your friends aren’t paying attention to you, not everything is about you.”

It hurts but, it works even if sometimes it feels like he’s going a Bit Too Far

Will watch comforting videos or shows with you if it calms you down but that's about it. Very big on “You’re an adult and I’m not your psychiatrist, figure it out yourself.”

Kuroo (Is the trigger):

Instantly recognizes the Shut Down while teasing you, when you stop responding, your face is blank except for your down turned eyes.

‘Oh I’ve Fucked Up™’ is his immediate thought

“Y/N you know I didn’t mean that right? We were just playing, I’m sorry!” “Don’t you have a proposal to finish.”

Immediate shoulder drop. Is also upset now but decides to wait a little bit before trying to calm you.

After 30min or so of you hiding under your blanket he decides it’s time to try and pull you out of your head.

Cooks your most aromatic favorite food so the smell wafts into your room

Blasts your comfort playlist on a speaker and loudly sings along to it

When you still don’t come out when the food is done, sits outside the door saying “oh FUCK this shit is BUSSIN’” comically loud, overexaggerates your favorite things about it outloud.

When you eventually give in, just to get some food, he corners you with his body

“What about what I said upset you?” As a genuine question, not a mean one

After you explain, he lets you eat and offers a sincere apology when you finish

Offers to draw a bath with your favorite scent if it’ll help you. It does.

Bokuto (Is the trigger):

You came home and Bokuto had the tv up high while watching tiktoks and listening to music. After a moment the tea kettle went off. Before turning it off he realized you had walked in and bounded over to you. There were Too Many Noises.

He tried to talk over the noise but realized your eyes were boring into his and you had The Look

Also a ‘Oh I’ve Fucked Up™’

Rushes to take the kettle off the heat and turn off his phone before checking on you only to see you’ve already gone in and shut the bedroom door. You didn’t even take your shoes off..

Big pouty, sulky fool. Mopes around for a bit after turning off all the noise in the house.

Eventually looks for other things that upset you and finds that the house is, kind of a mess actually. Decides to clean as quietly as possible.

Does all of your least favorite chores first incase you re-emerge from the bedroom too soon

When everything seems to be done he opens your door and finds you tucked into bed and scrolling on your phone, very quiet music playing from it.

It was only 5pm but he took off his street clothes and climbed into bed as well. 

Absolutely gets up behind you and grabs you around your waist and snuggles in without saying anything even though he wants to

When you finally feel comfortable you look over your shoulder to see Bokutos already fallen asleep. Idiot. 

You order takeout for when he wakes up because, even though he tried his hardest to be quiet, you could hear him washing the dishes and didn’t want to ruin the work he did for you

Kita (Not the trigger):

Very straightforward the second he realizes you are Not Good

"Y/N if you tell me what's wrong it'll end quicker" 

When you don't even look at him he still continues talking "We both know you hate when you're like this. It'll make you feel better if you just talk to me even if you don't want to."

Is fairly stern when talking to you at the beginning. Not mean but just very much like 'this is going to get done whether or not you cooperate.'

If you don't cooperate then he begins to ignore you until you snap and eventually scream and air out everything that's wrong and what triggered you. 

Goes through everything you said with you and gives you an objective perspective although it basically boils down to "I know you can't help it but your ego is hurting you. Not Everything Is About You."

Once your conversation on that is over he asks if you want him to watch tiktok or listen to music or something with you

 Suga (Is the trigger):

He hadn’t meant to ignore you all day. He’d woken up before you and been so busy at work all day he didn’t get a chance to text. It was the club he advised’s meeting day and it was dragging on longer than usual, he hadn’t texted anyone all day to be fair

When he finally comes home he’s confused as to why you’re tucked in on the couch

“Hey Y/N you tired? Sorry I didn’t get a chance to talk today there was a lot of bureaucratic shit going on and then the club president decided we were all going to stay until the end of the activity. Kids am I right?” He laughs and smiles towards you but you continue to ignore him

After some physical encouragement, poking and whatnot, it dawned on him that you are Probably Going Through It

Jesus Christ

Immediately decides he is not having it and moves your legs off the couch so he can sit next you

“Y/N I looovvveeee youuuuu~~~” He says as he pulls you to him by the shoulders “I love you I love you I love youuu” 

Just babbles honestly, goes on and on about how he didn’t mean to ignore you and how he was honestly busy but he’s here now

And like yeah, he is here now so eventually you level out and let yourself be coddled for a bit longer

Makes pinky promises that he promises to text you when he’s busy or going to be running late

Also runs you a nice bath just in case

Ennoshita (Not the trigger):

Knows what's going on because he’s been watching you stare at the tv for about 20 minutes but, the tv is off. 

Is objective with his words like Kita but with more emotional appeal

“Y/N I know you’re in the middle of something but when you’re ready, I’ll be ready to listen to you,”

If, after a while, you don’t make any effort to talk to him he tries to point you in a better direction than staring at walls and moping around

“You don’t have to talk to me but I found a tiktok I think you’d enjoy” or “You know you haven’t tried that new nail polish you bought a bit ago” 

Is okay with just letting you figure it out on your own so you can apply the stuff you’ve worked on with your psychiatrist but will feel a little guilty if he doesn’t say anything at all

Will do anything that you need to get done but aren’t because of your episode like dishes or tidying your room

Ushijima (Not the trigger):

First of all, calls your episodes “tantrums”

Literally has no clue when you’re in an episode unless you tell him, he is not very bright

If you do tell him that you’re having issues he defaults to trying to use physical affection against whatever it is that you’re feeling

May or may not make you angrier by doing that

Although he wasn’t the original trigger, him being so dense might override it tbh

Like you love him but oh my god oh my god oh my god how have you survived this long 

Eventually decides “I do not know how to deal with this” and just leaves. He goes to the store and gets the shopping done for the next 2 weeks and gets some cool looking snacks. 

Thinks ‘well I’m already out, I might as well get the car washed’ after, turns into ‘Oh Y/N needed to get their new prescription too..’ ‘I think I remember a discussion about their package getting stuck at the post office..’

Literally accidentally does every single errand that needed to be done for the next month because he didn’t want to go home and upset you more

When he finally comes back home with 50lbs worth of shit from errands you’re like ????? because how did he know that you were stressed about all the house stuff that needed to be done????? 

It’s not an instant mood changer but you definitely go from seemingly uncontrollable rage to ‘Okay I was being a bit much’ but as you watch him prep veggies before storing them away the way you usually do it, you level out

He is unaware you’ve levelled out so he tries to remember the coping skills you said you talked about with your psychiatrist and you are deeply confused when he asks you to open your palm and places an ice cube in it

When you realize what’s going on you laugh and tell him you’re okay and apologize for how you were being earlier and explain what triggered you

He gives you the cool looking snacks

[sp00kworm]

I dunno if you're still taking asks but I'd love to have an assassins creed where they're studying where there next mission will be taking them when their s/o surprise kisses either Jacob Frye, Connor Kenway, or Ezio Auditore who's just feeling affectionate once they notice how concentrated they look. 🍪

Pairings: Female Reader x Ezio Auditore, Connor Kenway/Ratonhnhaké:ton, Jacob Frye

A/N: I did all three because these are all my fave boys and I felt bad omitting any of them. 

Requests are open!

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Surprise Kisses 

Ezio Auditore:

 Ezio had a habit of staying up later and later when missions drew close. It was the peak of the summer, the burning heat of the Italian countryside was something to be admired, and it was even hotter beneath the amounts of skirts and silk you, and the rest of the Auditore women wore. Ezio never seemed to complain about taking it off, however. Despite the heat, you’d been enjoying a leisurely walk out in the sunshine, returning to a coffee on the porch with Claudia before she had sighed and expressed her distaste for her brother’s indoor behaviours.

“I swear! He hasn’t moved since breakfast! It is almost noon. He will go pale staying indoors so much!” She hissed before sipping a bitter shot of coffee, her nose scrunching before she hummed and stole the sugar away from your side of the table, “Perhaps you can drag his attention away from those maps, hm?” She teased with a white, vicious smile, “He likes female distractions above all.”

“Sometimes I think your wit goes unnoticed Claudia.” You teased as you finished your own coffee and gathered your skirts, heading back towards the glass doors, “I’ll go and drag him away from work.” You promised with a smile as you sighed in relief at the cool insides of the stone mansion.

 Your shoes clicked as you headed towards the office where Ezio was working. You knocked softly on the door and opened the heavy wood with a curious look inside. Ezio didn’t seem to hear you knock, sketching and writing across a blueprint layout of a very large looking basilica. You smiled as you walked up behind him. The assassin whipped around with a start, ponytail swaying as he turned to face you and sighed in relief.

“Tesoro, you scared me.” He sighed and shook his head before leaning back against the table, his hands pressed to the wood. He was dressed light, in a thin shirt, the laces undone, exposing his chest, and light trousers which were entirely too tight for his thighs, “Are you alright?” He asked as you move, putting your hands against his chest. Ezio smirked down at you, lips twisting his scar cutely. With a shake of your head you leaned up on your tiptoes and planted a soft kiss against his lips. The Italian took advantage quickly, hands wrapping around your waist, cheeky fingers curling into the meat of your backside as he deepened the kiss. You pushed him away with a raised eyebrow and tugged his hand, lips wet and puffy from the intensity.

“Come on. You’ve been inside all day. Let’s go for a walk.” You tugged his hand.

Ezio followed you with a hum, “Anything for you, Tesoro.”

 Connor Kenway/Ratonhnhaké:ton:

  Connor had only just come back from a mission and already he was planning the next, locked away in the office with the estate books and maps. It wasn’t unlike Connor to be utterly engrossed in his work, but it was also usually how he ended up overworked, stressed and ill, especially now that winter was closing in. You smiled and waved to Godfrey and Terry as the two men headed back home for the night, their own working work and firewood lugging behind them in their cart. The large Shire Horse brayed grumpily through the snow as she hauled the wood back up the little hill. They patted her haughtily to get her up the hill and started unloading as you rushed through the snow with your own horse. He was upset about the weather, the blanket on his back doing little to keep him warm as you ascended the hill towards the Davenport Manor. Gently, you eased the bags of supplies and wood from his back and took him into the warm stable, brushing the snow from his back before wrapping a new blanket over him and loading the feeder with fresh hay. A hound rushed through the snow to bark at you and jumped giddily as it followed you towards the front door. Shooing it away, you closed the front door and dropped your bags heavily on the floor.

 There wasn’t a sound.

 “Connor?!” You shouted into the silent house, “Are you home?” You asked again as no one replied. It was odd. Usually there was a message for you behind the door or on the table, but there was nothing. Continuing into the house, you had a quick look in every room, that was until you heard the sound of fervent scratching from the office. With a smile and a sigh, you pushed open the door to reveal Connor, half asleep yet still working insanely hard, dark hair flopped over his cheeks, his braid resting behind his ear as he penned another number into the margin and wrote the name of the items in the caravan. He continued as you watched from the door with a smile.

“Connor?” You gently spoke as you walked towards him. He jolted when your hands rested on his shoulders, rubbing your thumbs into the tense muscles of his shoulder blades, easing the tension as he jumped and relaxed at your familiar voice. With a smile you leaned over his shoulder and pressed a gentle kiss to his jaw and then his cheek.

“Sorry. I’ve been working.” He muttered as he rubbed at his eyes, smiling tensely as you dragged the book back from his hands.

“Come on. Let’s get you to bed. I don’t think you’ve slept since you got back yesterday, hm?” You took his hand as you both stood up and cupped his cheeks, “And a bath while we’re both at it.” You cooed at your large assassin before kissing him again and dragging him from the office. Connor didn’t protest but followed you with a squeeze to your hand and a small smile.

 Jacob Frye:

 The train lurching left and right on the tracks wildly was making you feel extremely travel sick. For some reason, Jacob had been allowed control of the train for a while, and you hung onto your armchair for some time after, even as the train came back to normal speed and stopped slamming between rails. With a gip and a noise of utter upset, you dared to pull yourself to your feet and stood for a moment, testing the waters of the carriage’s movement. It was slow and steady, finally. You sighed as you took hold of the basket of foods and correspondence you had collected to bring back to the twins. With a heave you continued down the carriages dedicated to the rooks and headed towards where, hopefully, both twins would be waiting for you. You’d made sure to pick up the breakfast muffins they both seemed to enjoy, and even managed to get hold of new agar jelly puddings for the both of them. It was a new recipe made with fruits. Hopefully it was still cool and intact after Jacob’s vicious movement of the train earlier. With a hum you waved to a few of the Rooks lingering around and went on your way through the weapons carriage before you knocked gently on the door and waited.

 A snore was your reply.

 Rolling your eyes, you opened the door to see Jacob snoring away in his armchair, top hat over his eyes and his muddy boots thrown up on top of Evie’s expensive footstool. It was ruined in any case. With a cough, you moved your basket and let it drop on top of Jacob’s lap. “I’ve got your letters, Jacob, but I think I might keep all the muffins for myself.” You snatched one of the bready cakes from the basket and watched him sleepily look down at the covered basket, rubbing his face as he tried to come around a little bit.

“Cheers, love.” He yawned as he drew the letters from the basket and threw them onto Evie’s desk, his fingers rummaging. He came across the porcelain pots of agar jelly and gasped in victory, pulling the string tied around the cloth open before searching for a spoon.

“I’m glad you’re so interested in your work.” You teased as you tucked the letters into Evie’s ‘to read’ pile, “Its not that boring is it?”

Jacob didn’t reply, too busy spooning food into his mouth, looking intensely at the jelly.

With a laugh you moved closer and pushed the food away before kissing him soundly on the lips, “You’re an idiot, Jacob Frye, but at least you’re my idiot.”

With a blink, Jacob swallowed the jelly before grinning and offering you the spoon, “I wouldn’t have it any other way, sweetheart.”

[and-justice-for-zoisite]

𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕜 𝕨𝕖𝕖𝕜 (𝒟𝒶𝓋𝒾𝒹 𝟪 𝓍 𝑅𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇)

Summary: It’s that god awful time of the month for you, and it seems to hit harder and worse considering that Meredith Vickers is unable to empathize with you and makes you do some harsh chores that make your pain worse. But at the end of the day, there’s a certain android boy waiting for you. And even though he’s never dealt with such a situation, he’s certainly willing to try.

Original Request:  So, I was thinking about a david 8 x reader, where she's in pain because of her period, and she needs some comforting, so David decides to be brave and cuddle her. Then our android sweetheart tries to distract her by kissing her cheeks, and ends up kissing her lips for the first time...lots of fluff follows. Thank you @the--queen-of-hell​ for making this request, I very much enjoyed writing it!

Warnings: Mentions of periods, otherwise just fluff

Enjoy!

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It had been a rather long day for you. A long, and painful day. That was why it felt more amazing than usual when you were able to flop onto your somehow comfier bed in a fresh set of pyjamas after having showered off the stress of the day. Yet, some pain still lingered. Like the pain in your abdomen due to cramps that felt like someone was repeatedly punching you in the gut, and the migraine that made your head throb. 

Why did you have severe cramps and a migraine? Well...that was because it was that time of the month where the sharks in your uterus tore up whatever they could find, and you suffered because of it. And who made it worse? Bloody Meredith Vickers.  Since you’re not only a biologist, but also an advanced mechanic, Vickers had you fix something on the ship, even though technically it wasn’t your job. How did that go? Well...

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“(L/n), I need you to go check out the main power source of the ship, there’s been some system failures and we believe that a malfunction somewhere in the main system is the cause,” Vickers explained as she walked into your room, seeing that you hadn’t gotten up from your bed just yet. You looked up groggily, having been awake but too sore to get up and do anything. “With all do respect, Miss Vickers, technically that isn’t my job,” You started, placing your hands on your abdomen, “I’m a biologist on this expedition. And besides, I’m on my period. Go ask Janek or something...”  When you rolled over to face away from her, Vickers felt her brow twitch as she began losing her cool. “Janek can’t fix it, he already tried. And if anyone else tried, not only are they likely to electrocute themselves, but they’re also at risk of wrecking the entire ship and killing us all. As for your period situation,” She kicked a piece of clothing on the floor, “deal with it.” You could’ve easily ripped her head off right then and there, considering that your period filled you with rage and that rage filled you with the motive to kill if provoked.  When you did nothing for a moment, Vickers thought you’d been ignoring her and got a little more mad. “That’s a direct order and if you fail to follow it there will be consequences-” “Alright, alright!! Quit pestering me I’ll bloody do it you-” You cut yourself off before you could call her anything that’d get you in a bad place.  Even though Vickers was mad that you were clearly about to cuss her out, she let it slide, considering your hormones were out of whack, and simply walked off. 

And that was how your super cruddy day started off.

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Some time in the middle of it all, while you were half way through fixing up the main power source, David, the android on board, came to visit you with food and drink since he knew you’d been working hard. David wouldn’t have done that for any of the other crew members, but that was because you were the only one who treated him as a valued equal - a lot of the time you even treated him above yourself, considering the silly little crush you had on him. But what you weren’t aware of was the fact that he very much shared those feelings, and would do perhaps anything for you.

So, when you saw him arrive in the main power source room, looking perfect as usual, you almost dropped your wrench on your face considering you were working on your back from a creeper, like one would on a car. You wished you weren’t so sweaty in that moment, but that never seemed to matter to the lovely android. 

“I hope I’m not interrupting, Miss (Y/n). I thought you could use the replenishment, you’ve been working rather hard,”  He said in his usually smooth british accent, yourself smiling sweetly as you rolled out from underneath the machinery and sat up to take a breath. He always called you Miss, rather than Dr, and you assumed it was a form of endearment.  The pain in your lower stomach was severe in that moment, but you managed to hide it. “Has anyone ever told you that you’re a sweetheart, David?” You asked in huffs, the man raising his brow slightly as he picked up the glass of ice water he had prepared for you. “You’d be the first one to. In fact I’ve never been called an endearing name in my entire life,” He said as he handed the glass to you, yourself taking it gratefully. “Cheers love,” You thanked before taking a decent few gulps of it, David seemingly zoning out while he watched you. That was when he remembered that he’d brought food for you too, and forced himself to snap out of it as he picked up the tray. “I made sandwiches for you as well. They’re (your fave sandwich filling), I hope they are to your liking,” He said as he held the tray out for you. You could’ve burst into tears right then and there from how loved you felt by the one person on this ship that wasn’t supposed to love at all. But you managed to hold it down as you smiled up at him and took one of the slices.  “God, what did I do to deserve you?” You asked, the man tilting his head slightly at the statement as you began devouring the tasty food. “What do you mean by that?” He asked.  “I mean...you’re always doing such lovely things for me, and it’s not like anyone else was gonna bring me stuff like this. I...I was just wondering, why?”  David stared at you for a moment, simply in his thoughts. He knew exactly why he took care of you the way he did, but he never thought you’d be curious to hear why. “Well...it’s quite simple, really. You’re so kind to me, and for some strange reason I don’t receive that same kindness from anyone else on the ship. I’m only returning the favor,” He explained, a small smile gracing his perfect lips.  “That’s pretty silly, don’t you think? They believe that they have the right to treat you like a servant, when really there’s so much more to you than that,” You sighed as you rolled backward slightly on your creeper, “In fact, you’re probably the most human one on this entire ship, which is ironic considering physically you aren’t.” You smiled sweetly in that moment, “I think it’s lovely how you’re so polite to everyone even though majority of them don’t return the gesture.”

The two of you simply stared at each other with sweet smiles, the silence comfortable as you fell into your own thoughts. David really appreciated you, and would honestly do anything for you. It especially made him feel all giddy inside knowing that you thought so highly of him, even though he was an android. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t have a crush on you, and he was always looking for an opportunity to impress you or make you happy.

In the content silence, you felt another sharp pain in your abdomen, and this one you couldn’t hide as you grabbed your stomach and leaned forward with a groan. This concerned David very much, his features changing to worried as he crouched down in front of you and placed a hand on your shoulder.

“Are you alright, Miss (Y/n)?” He asked softly, yourself looking back up to him as you nodded with a sort of cringe upon your face. “Yeah, yeah I’m fine, just period cramps. Do you think you could get me an aspirin, please?”  You almost expected him to cringe in disgust, since the men that’d been in your life prior to now squealed like a bunch of girls when you tried talking to them about your period. But David seemed to immediately understand, in fact he seemed more worried about you. “Are you sure you can work like this? Surely you’re in a bit of pain,” He asked as he placed his other hand on your shoulder. “I’ll be fine. And besides, it’s not like I have much of a choice. Vickers was on my ass all morning about it. It’s best I just get it over and done with so I can rest properly,” You sighed. As much as David wanted to protest, wrap you up in a blanket and cuddle you, he knew you were a strong woman, and with some aspirin, you’d be able to work just as well as you usually did. So he sighed softly, and rubbed your shoulders comfortingly.

“Just let me know if you need anything else throughout the day,” He got up from crouching and stood near the door, “I’ll be right back with your aspirin, Miss.” 

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So that was your horrible day. And even though you had a relatively comfortable bed underneath you, the cramps remained painful, which was why you had started crying. Now, it wasn’t messy crying, it was just soft sobbing, but it was enough to attract the attention of a certain blonde android boy. I mean, he was already on his way to your room to check on you and make sure you were doing okay,but  hearing you cry softly only gave him more of a motive.

He arrived at your door and slowly opened it. But you were too busy sobbing to realize that anyone was there. So, David set a soft three knocks upon your door, and your head snapped around to see who had interrupted you.

“Are you alright, Miss (Y/n)?” He asked in a gentle voice. You made sure to quickly wipe your tears away as you sat up, nodding as more tears managed to pool up in your eyes. “I-I’m fine David, really. I’m just in a lot of pain,” You tried reassuring, the android’s face shifting into more concern as he slowly approached the bed. He’d never had to deal with a situation like this, but he knew a few tricks. “Here, lye on your side Miss, with your back facing me,” He instructed as he sat on the bed beside you, yourself sniffling as you did as you were told and laid facing away from him. You weren’t sure of what he was doing, and you found yourself questioning it more as you felt the bed sink behind you and you fell against a warm body. David’s body. Your face flushed red as he hooked his legs gently underneath yours and wrapped his arms around your waist, his hands placed on your lower tummy as he seemingly spooned you. Your nerves were going haywire at that point, the butterflies were bouncing around your stomach at a thousand miles an hour and your heartbeat increased a fair bit. Then, he began working a gentle massage into your abdomen, to which you let out a small sigh. “...D-David...” “A gentle massage will help encourage blood flow and relieve the cramps temporarily,” He explained just above a whisper, “are there any other symptoms? Such as a migraine or lower back pains?”  You shook your head, and David smiled sweetly and slid his hand under the fabric of your shirt (in a fluffy way, this is not a smut!) and continued massaging below your bellybutton. And as your cramps began subsiding, you closed your eyes and intertwined your legs with David’s, pressing your head back into the crook of his neck as you metaphorically melted against his touch. 

While you were thoroughly enjoying the attention you received, David didn’t think it was enough to make you feel better. You were still sniffling, and sometimes a random tear would fall down your cheek. He wanted to distract you from the pain, but he was at a loss at how.  That was when he took one hand from your tummy and began subconsciously brushing the hair from your face, simply admiring your beautiful skin and the way it became glossy and red with your tears. Then, he leaned in a little, and took in the scent of your hair. It smelled so lovely, like floral and sweet fruits, and it almost seemed to hypnotize him. He wanted to kiss you, just politely on the cheek. Maybe it’d distract you, make you feel better or at least happier. 

So, shyly, David began leaning down, his lips puckered slightly as he prepared to kiss your cheek gently. But perhaps, that’d been wrong timing. Because what he hadn’t met was your cheek, but seemingly your lips instead. This turn of events happened because you had turned your head toward him, hoping to ask him a question.  And even though this wasn’t what he had expected to do, he still continued with his actions. The kiss he pressed to your lips was a very sweet and loving one, and left you dazed momentarily. It only lasted a few moments, before he pulled away, your faces still being only a few centimeters from touching as he stared down into those beautiful eyes of yours.

“...my apologies, Miss. I...I didn’t mean to-” He was cut off when you shuffled onto your back and placed a hand on either side of his face, pulling him down and kissing him properly this time.  David felt his stomach twist in surprise when you did this, and he was wide eyes for a moment. But once the shock wore off, he melted into the kiss, placing his hand on the bed beside you to balance himself.  Both of you had been wanting to do this for a rather long time, and now that you were lying in bed, kissing each other like nothing else mattered, you could’ve sworn you were dreaming. But it seems that dreams can come true.

When the two of you pulled away, you took a moment to simply admire the look on each other’s faces. Your eyes looked as foggy as your mind was in that moment, your fingers of your left hand moving along the skin of his face to brush the hair that hung over David’s eyes out of his face. And as for David, he was simply taking a moment to process what had just happened, considering that this wasn’t exactly the turn of events he was expecting. But even so, he managed a sweet smile and a quiet sigh.

“...you’re a rather good kisser, Miss (Y/n),” He whispered, yourself chuckling breathily as your left hand traced back to it’s original position. “...just (Y/n) is fine, David,” you sighed, the blonde lowering himself back down properly onto the bed, still on his side.

Once he had, you wrapped your arms around his slender figure and rested your head in the crook of his neck, David returning the action and snaking his arms back around you as your legs intertwined with each other’s.

And even though occasionally a cramp would still jab at you from the inside, the fact that you were cuddled up to your favorite android boy made it tolerable. 

And you knew very well, that you’d never suffer while you were on your period ever again.

~

A/N: I’m sorry if this sucks, I really tried. 

[ksapphicbi]

tagged by tess @itsinjustbeing hehe <3

name - kayla

star sign - sagittarius sun, aries moon, virgo rising

hogwarts house - used to be a hufflepuff but now im a ravenclaw apparently!!

fav animal - cats 100000000%

cats or dogs - again, cats lol (sorry dogs yall are cute too but theres simply no contest)

blankets you sleep with - i sleep with a sheet and a comforter rn but its finally actually getting a bit chilly so ill prob add a soft throw blanket soon to be cozy (i live in california tho and i always get overheated so usually the blankets are only partially covering me)

explain your url - k(ayla)-sapphic-bi(sexual) lol its actually fairly straightforward (its my twitter @ too bc naming things stresses me out)

dream job - i am actually trying to pursue this (even tho i have no idea what im doing) but i just cant see myself as anything other than a singer/songwriter (ill take just songwriter if i have to tho) so i guess that’s it! wish me luck :’) ps. if anyone ever wants to hear any of my music pls pls pls dont hesitate to ask i would LOVE to share!! i dont have anything out atm but i have demos im working on hehe

why i made this blog - i hadnt been on tumblr in YEARS but i’d started to lurk on some spn/destiel blogs in like late october (mostly because my friend was sending me a bunch of posts from some of her faves) and then nov 5 happened and i simply had to get involved. truly never thought id be returning to tumblr EVER but ive actually been v happy to be back!!

and ok idk that many people here yet but ill tag @wholocksupersoupofpain @jus-a-lil-mouse @casdeservesallthelove @autisticandroids @procrastinatingbisexual and anyone else who wants to do it!!! no one has to tho haha no pressure either way :) hope yall dont mind being tagged!! (and anyone pls lmk if you dont want me to tag you in the future for whatever reason)

[harveywritings92]

You fall asleep on them/ They fall asleep on you 2: Arno, Jacob, Shaun

Older!Jacob Frye: The two decided to get away from the city for awhile, away from all the noise, kids and interruptions, Jacob was sitting by the dock early evening watching the water, enjoying smiling to himself recalling how the two of you did more then just swim in this lake not even an hour ago, a few younger women noticed him sitting alone and were making their way towards him.

When you quietly sat down next to him wearing his jacket, you spied the girls watching on enviously before scampering back to where ever they came from. "You did this on purpose didn't you?" he hummed pulling you close enjoying the smell of bonfires in the night air and the sight of you in his clothes. "Maybe..." you cooed slowly drifting to sleep as Jacob hummed giving you a kissing your hair... "Sleep well love."     

How he fell asleep on you Younger! Jacob:  Evie had been working Jacob to exhaustion, you know this because he would go to visit you to vent about it, unfortunately during one of his visits it started to rain and the two of you were far from your house! the only shelter in the park was a small guard booth luckily it had no door! downside? it was only big enough for one person.

You were about to suggest finding a tree or Gazebo so one of you wouldn't have to stay outside. But Jacob already had an idea... He went inside sat down and opened his arms up to you. He wanted you to sit in his lap!? You were reluctant at first until a rumble of thunder cause you jump and stumble into his arms!

"There we go, was that so hard?" He hummed in you ear your face felt hot as the sound of the rain mixed in with Jacob's heartbeat as he let you get used to being so close to him, before gesturing to move over into a more comfortable position.

 you sat back to his chest while his arms rested comfortably around your waist, as the two of you small talked it wasn't before long you noticed Jacob's voice was getting huskier with fatigue, poor guy, his sister's been really stressing him out with the Templars and POE hunt.

 You felt his head snuggle into you shoulder as Jacob soft breath blew against you neck wasn't before long that you followed after him. Evie and Henry found the two of them hours later.

the female Frye was not happy and was ready to tear Jacob a new one! but Henry got her to lay off, reminding her that she and her twin are human and everyone needs a break or else they'll break... Needless to say Evie was a little more lenient with her brother from now on. 

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Arno: He was sober for once when you came to bring him food, You sat down next sliding a basket to him. "It's Onion soup and some croissants and apple sauce." Arno muttered a thank-you knowing you would get trouble visiting him, he about to open the basket then noticed you were soaked!

He hadn't bothered to look outside, but he did now; and saw it was raining heavily out there! "You walked all the way over here in that?!" he demanded bewildered you nodded while trying not to shiver not really understanding why he was upset for.

"Merde.." Arno hissed as he brought his hand to your neck and was alarmed at how cold you were! He grabbed some of the damaged furniture and started breaking and tossing pieces in the fireplace and lit it up. 

"Stay there" he disappeared into his old room finding a blanket and rope from his clothesline and returned to the room he left you in, and without hesitation he said "Take off your clothes." You gawked at Arno unsure if you heard him right? "I-I sorry w-what?" you stammered watch him set up the rope near the fireplace. "I said take off your clothes." he repeated again not looking at her. "Unless you want me to do it for you?" he said briefly glancing over his shoulder.

Your face felt hot but did as you were told, he saw your shirt tossed at his feet, he hung that up after few moments the rest of your clothes followed. then a blanket was tossed your way, Your wrapped that around yourself as Arno finally turned around and sat down before gesturing for you to sit down next to him, you were hesitant to do so unsure if Arno had ulterior motive.

"I'm not going to do anything Y/n, you should now that by now." You frowned that was true... even when he was drunk he never really noticed or tried anything on you, that made your situation a hell of a lot more awkward considering you've had feelings for Arno for quite a while, but all he ever thought about was Elise.

You sighed sitting down next him pulling your knees to you chest a after a while the two of you started talking nothing of interest just how life been going since monsieur De La Serre's death You were working as Nanny for a some noble family, apparently the oldest son is around Arno's age. "He interested in me you know?" You don't know why you were telling him this it won't change anything...

"I see... Is he good to you?" was all Arno said making your stomach knot up. "I wouldn't know, I haven't given him an answer." You hummed leaning against him feeling tired drifting of the sleep, unbeknownst to you. Arno's heart felt like it took an acid bath hearing that someone was interested in you, and what pissed him off ever more was... he couldn't understand why?        

How he fell asleep on you; After dead kings: It was years since you'd last seen Arno you knew Elise has passed you put flowers on her grave when you can... So, it turns out that noble you told him about? was in it for the thrill and not love like you had forced yourself to believe, once he got what he wanted he tossed you aside when his family dismissed you, You managed to get a job at a tailors as a delivery girl. the pay was decent but not really enough to keep a roof over your head.

So you spent your nights dressed as a man to keep safe. So imagine your surprise one night falling asleep in a freezing alley and waking up in a warm bed in a nice apartment with someone's arms around you! You tensed up and rolled over to see Arno? let's just say he had a lot explaining to do when he woke up!   

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Shaun: he was working on his computer late at night when you brought him coffee, he mumbled at curt thank-you and went back to checking archives and document for any locations or connections to a piece of Eden, when he felt a weight on his back, Shaun looked behind and rolled his eyes, of course you'd fall asleep like a movie cliche... 

He sighed loudly and went back to work, that was until Rebecca tried to wake you up. "Don't." he barked causing the hacker to cock a brow at him. "Is that protective aggression I hear Shaun?" the blond assassin's snorted. "What? pfft, No!" he chortled "It's just... the more Y/n sleeps, the less I have to hear her annoying voice." Shaun hissed awkwardly glancing behind him making sure they hadn't woken you. "uh-huh, Right...She likes [fave candy] by the way" Rebecca smirked returning to her station.         

How he fell asleep on you:  Caffeine and whiskey plan and simple, he been up almost four days after ...Desmond. Shaun isn’t really outward with his feelings, tends to put them aside so they don't get in the way of the mission, but mission be damned! Loosing Lucy and finding out she was a traitor was one thing, But Desmond? as much as Shaun hated to admit it your brother was a good friend... possibly the closest thing Shaun's had to best friend in while, even if it was a short run!

He'd actually admitted that to you while drunk he'd stumbled into your room at the safe house, with what you though was thermos full of coffee, until you got a whiff of his breath and smelled the whiskey mixed with the coffee. After he unloaded all that emotional baggage he threw up in your trash can and passed out on your lap! leaving you process everything he said... hopefully he remembers this in the morning, might just help the both of you get closure.        

[lucky-klover]

Stole this from @dead----eyes

1.) do you have a crush on anyone?

That I’m consciously aware of? Mmnope

2.) what’s your favorite candy?

Sour candy or chewy/gummy candy.

3.) favorite love song?

Uhhhhh... idk? I probably have one but none come to mind right now.

4.) what was your first kiss like?

I’ll let ya know when it happens.

5.) what was your last kiss like?

I’ll let ya know when it happens.

6.) sexual/romantic orientation?

Ima shy bi.

7.) do you prefer poems or love letters?

To write or receive? I’ve written poems (not love poems) but never love letters but I’d be down to write either. To receive??? Idk, the thought of someone doing this for me seems... odd. (Guess cuz I can’t really picture anyone liking/loving me enough to want to do this.)

8.) favorite fanfic trope?

Don’t really read fanfics.

9.) favorite milkshake flavor?

Cookies n Cream or Strawberry

10.) dinner dates or brunch dates?

Brunch! Dinner dates seem so serious while brunch dates seem fun n casual 😊

11.) favorite flowers?

Yellow or Blue/Purple Dinnerplate Hibiscus Fairy, Yellow/Blue/Purple Orchids. However I do not like receiving them as a gift.

12.) favorite perfume/cologne?

Don’t really have a go to brand/scent. If I’m feeling basic probably a vanilla body spray. I have a Loki cologne I like too. Overall, a subtle but noteable scent is good for me.

13.) favorite candle scent?

Don’t use candles but the one I have is a rose macaron scented one.

14.) what’s your ideal first date?

Uhhh... I get the feeling I wouldn’t be aware I was on an ACTUAL first date. But if I had to think of one... I guess a Day date? Go out exploring?

15.) favorite love story?

Like a trope? Ironically probably the one I’d fall into. Person A likes Person B, but PB is so painfully unaware of PA’s attraction to them despite obvious hints from EVERYONE about it. Is probs in denial/unaware of their own attraction to PA. That is until one day it hits them like a fucking freight train and now PB is dying because of it.

16.) what’s the most attractive thing a person could wear?

*shrugs* if their outfit has some thought to it/well coordinated then idrk.

17.) chocolate, vanilla, or red velvet?

I’m assuming this is cake, so red velvet.

18.) snow, rain, or sun?

Rain

19.) sweetest romantic memory?

I’ll tell ya when it happens. (Also if I remember. I have spotty memory)

20.) favorite dating sim (and favorite character)?

Don’t play these kinda games. However! An artist I admire is creating her own d.s game and so far my fave is their piano themed character named Frankie.

21.) fictional crushes

Heheh ho boi. Before it was the grouchy, “I don’t care” but they actually do, usually had some scruff. But lately, cheerful dumdums with A+ smiles 😁 (these are guy tropes. Can’t think of any lady fic crushes.)

22.) what’s your dream wedding like?

Well the thought of dating is such a wild concept for me that the thought of a wedding? Unrealistic.

23.) what makes you blush?

Not sure. I get flustered when someone gives me an unexpected/genuine compliment. But I don’t always fluster up when this happens. So I’m not sure...

24.) do you believe in love at first sight?

Nope

25.) do you believe in soulmates?

Skeptical

26.) denim jackets, leather jackets, or bomber jackets?

All three. Mostly wear denim jackets cuz I like putting buttons and pins on em.

27.) what’s your sign?

Pisces/Tiger

28.) are you single?

*insert Pringle joke here* Yup

29.) do you prefer to charm, or be charmed?

I think naturally I charm. But I’d like to know what it’s like to be charmed.

30.) guitar or piano?

To play or listen too? To play piano. To listen both.

31.) favorite romcom (or any romantic movie)?

I think I’m too judgmental to enjoy any romcoms/romantic movies. (Something I wanna work on.)

32.) do you fall in love easily?

LMAO NOPE! Anyone who knows me well can vouch that I am BOTH dense/oblivious as fuck.

33.) valentine’s decorations: yay or nay?

If someone’s doing it for me: unnecessary. If my partner wants them: sure.

34.) would you prefer to propose or be proposed to? what’s your dream proposal?

See #22

35.) cloud gazing or star gazing?

Both! Grass hill cloud gazing fun. Star gazing on the hood of a car calming.

36.) do you like to dance?

For shits and giggles yeah. Otherwise I have no idea how to dance.

37.) what’s your OTP?

Ones currently holding my attention: Lukanette and Kirimina

38.) kittens or puppies

Both but I haven’t held a kitten in FOREVER 😭

39.) coffee, hot chocolate, or tea?

Coffee

40.) favorite soda?

No preference

41.) do you prefer gazing wistfully out the window or lying dramatically over the sofa?

Neither?... I’d daydream while looking out a window though.

42.) favorite ABBA song?

Who?

43.) fuck/marry/kill? (anons name 3 people of your choice)

Not much of a kill person, so kitty n her bf can do that one for me.

44.) favorite pajamas?

A t-shirt and shorts

45.) favorite liquor?

No preference

46.) do you think about love a lot?

Nope. Unless silly/fluffy scenarios count. (Like cuddling in some blankets w/SO while y’all watch tv kinda fluff.)

47.) a walk in the park or a walk on the beach?

Park

48.) hand kisses or nose kisses?

Haven’t received either but hand kisses. To give: hand kisses, especially if I’m wearing lipstick that’ll leave a mark on their hands!

49.) what’s your dreamhouse?

Owning a house feels like a lotta maintenance/stress. Especially if I want a spacious one.

50.) would you confess your feelings to your crush?

Lol ppl hate my response to this. This gunna be a long answer.

Most likely I wouldn’t. Not cuz I fear rejection, tbh i don’t care if I’m rejected. That’s best case scenario for me. I have two other fears about it. I can’t see myself gaining a crush on someone I barely know. Meaning this person and I would have to be on some level, friends. But I don’t like the thought of romantically liking my friend. Fear 1: if I like and confess then get rejected, I’m scared I’ll make things awkward and ruin the friendship I had with this person. I’d much rather crush and swallow my feelings dry than to potentially ruin a friendship. I know they’ll find someone else to be with, and although it’d be bitter sweet, I’d be happy for them. Fear 2: they reciprocate the feelings. As silly as it is, it does genuinely stress me out to think of someone returning the feelings I would have for them. Like? What? Why? The fuck??? Ok now what? What if we date for a bit and it doesn’t work out? Then we’re no longer friends cuz it’s awkward or whatever. Because of these thoughts I find the concept of actually being in a happy/loving and long lasting relationship so foreign and bizarre. Im not saying that it’d be unattainable for me, difficult yes but not unattainable. It’s just a thought that my mind struggles to grasp.

[ichaisme]

Ink Demonth Day 9: Fave Ship

I don’t really have a fave, you just put me in front of a ship and I’ll make it work. HOWEVER, that just means I go super extra and write what has essentially amounted to Tom x Happiness with some Tom x Allison on the side, ala @a-rae-of-sunshine and her wonderful HEA AU. I... really hope I’m not too horribly OOC with this songfic.

The first time he heard the song was entirely by accident. He didn’t like having the radio on when he was trying to concentrate, and the ‘new music’ of the modern day he didn’t quite understand.

Oh no, not now

His ears perked up a bit at the voice. Okay, well… this was a little different. He could accept the song for now. Subtly, as the piano tittered a cheery yet slightly melancholy tune, he turned down the volume on the TV.

Please not now I just settled into the glass half empty Made myself at home

Speaking of glasses… His gaze dropped to his bottle, a few dregs short of empty itself. He downed it and went to the kitchen for another. Allison was already there, cooking. He could hear her humming a little tune of her own, blissfully unaware of the clash and lost in that beautiful mind of hers. He’d take her humming over any music this world could come up with, past or present.

And so why now

In an instant, things changed. The noise of the TV vanished. Allison… oh for the love of all he considered sacred, there she was. He saw her as he remembered her, no horns and all awash in color. His eyes widened, staring at her back as she faced a pot on the stove. He hesitantly reached out, only to wince and stop. A gloved hand. Even in his memories he couldn’t let himself have this…

She started to turn. He tensed.

Please not now

‘Don’t ruin this’, he begged his mind. Not this. All he had was this.

I just stopped believing in happy endings Harbors of my own

He waited for the memory to end, for her to flinch, to have to see another reminder of the past being dead and gone and impossible to fix.

But you had to come along didn't you

She did none of those things. He saw the smile that made his heart melt, quiet excitement in her eyes. Confident steps, a kiss to the side of his snout (which used to be the corner of his mouth, little teasing invitations he adored and so sorely missed), she took his hand in both of hers (it used to be both) and pulled him to the stove. Her lips moved, but he heard no words.

He didn’t need words.

She was showing him what she was working on. He’d scoff, taste, praise what she was doing, maybe get another kiss before grabbing what he wanted and leaving. The memory was so right… and yet strikingly different.

Tear down the doors, Throw open windows Oh if you knew just what a fool you have made me

They both knew this would never be. Allison didn’t remember the time before her death. The time during they wanted nothing to do with. Through all of it he stood by her side—a grumpy friend, a silent love, an invisible bond that withstood time, amnesia, even death itself.

So what do I do with this?

“Tom?”

He snapped out of his mind. Allison, his Allison, watched him worriedly.

This stray Italian greyhound These inconvenient fireworks This ice-cream-covered screaming hyperactive thought

He was leaning heavily into the wall, depending on it to keep himself upright. But when she started to approach, he pushed himself up, waving his arm placatingly. He was fine. Fine. Overwhelmed by the depth of his love for her, how little he could return, and now… whatever his mind was trying to tell him with this memory and this song. But he could easily move past this.

God I just want to lay down These colors make my eyes hurt

…Not a bad idea.

He reached for the notepad attached to what was left of his other arm (and oh, if he could move past the phantom ache of her hand in his, that would be GREAT). One word was all he needed: Nap.

She smiled softly, and his heart melted that much more. “I’ll get you when dinner is ready, alright?” He nodded.

As he trudged up, trying to quiet his racing thoughts, he spotted Henry on his way down with Bendy in tow. He raised the notepad before he could be questioned. Bendy gave him a happy wave, and Henry a pat on the shoulder. “Sleep well.”

This feeling calls for everything that I am

Despite his best efforts, he glanced in the mirror as he passed the bathroom. He grimaced.

Not.

--

The second time he heard the song, he was more prepared. Allison was out. Henry and Bendy were playing cards. He was in his shed. It started off so soft, so distant, likely trickling out the open back door from the house.

I'm not that kind

He almost wondered if the song didn’t really exist. A new way to mock his mental anguish.

I'm so good at shooting down any notion This tired world could change It's all been bought

He huffed and slammed the tool he was holding back onto the bench. Yes, he really felt mocked. He marched back to the house, but paused a moment in the window. They still played cards. Bendy appeared to be losing, if the playfully angry expression was any indication. He threw all his cards into the air. Henry managed to grab a few as they fell, but the rest simply scattered all around him. Just as playfully, he ‘lectured’ the little demon. Then he spotted him, and offered a kind smile and a wave.

Or at least that was my line

Slowly, he raised his hand back, feigning casualness until they returned to their game. A low huff of breath escaped him.

No use in spending all that emotion When there's someone else to blame

He couldn’t help but let his gaze flit towards the little demon. Only the demon… wasn’t so little anymore. He stood tall and lanky in his old form, looming over Henry… unlike his times of stress, there was no emotion to the change, he just… stood. Mockingly, so close to his dad yet…

Looking directly at him.

Fear sunk into his veins like ice as he suddenly backed up, but the moment he blinked that monstrous form disappeared, leaving Bendy in the same place he began.

But you had to come along didn't you

He gripped his chest, trying to will himself calm by sheer effort alone. If this was another memory, he didn’t want this. He didn’t want to think back on the studio, back on any of that!

Another blink.

Back at the studio.

Back at the Ink Machine.

Rev up the crowd Rewrite the rule book

He looked to his side, watching Allison wait with bated breath, heard her cry out Henry’s name, and a sick feeling came over him. This isn’t like when he remembered his past with Allison. No, here… here he had no control.

It’s otherworldly. He can feel his confusion, his anger, his fear rolling off him in waves, but he’s helpless to stop himself, can only scream with no voice to wait, to LISTEN, for ONCE. Of course he doesn’t hear. The feelings seem to meld together. ‘NO, STOP!’ one yells, even while the other side insists that this is wrong, the Ink Demon hasn’t changed, will never change.

A third thought, quieter than the others, emerges. When did his views change?

Where do I go when every 'no' turns into 'maybe'

He leaves the dream with a gasp as his fist connects with Henry’s back.

“Tom?!”

The former animator is staring at him, eyes wide with concern as he trembles where he stands. He spots Bendy just behind him, worry also on his face. Of all the things he didn’t want to talk about, especially around the little demon, song-triggered memories topped it. He fixed a frown to his face and made a ‘move’ motion. They parted, and he retreated to his room.

So what do I do with this? This sudden burst of sunlight And me with my umbrella Cross-indexing every weatherman's report

They planned and planned until they’d imagined every possible scenario (or so they thought). Tom wanted a body? He’d have to risk everything for it.

I was ready for the down slide

‘Just once’, he begged his thoughts, ‘do what you’re told’.

And just this once… blessed silence. No racing thoughts, no anger, no fear. For that split second, he was still, body and mind.

Then came the blade.

He was still once more.

But not for spring to well up

…Alive. That was certainly a start. Allison’s comment wasn’t exactly reassuring, but as Henry helped him clear off the ink covering his person, he realized… her tone wasn’t disappointed. No, it was awe. As he stared at his hand, maybe not fully human but human-shaped and distinctly his, he couldn’t care less about petty semantics. He slowly curled the hand into a fist. They wouldn’t begrudge him any tears.

This feeling calls for everything I can't afford To know Is possible now

They waited for Bendy to wake up together, silence settled over them like a blanket. While the other two occupied themselves, Tom occupied himself with them.

Allison, the love of his life and beyond. She who stuck with him through thick and thin, who didn’t balk at their connection, whose smile lit up the room, who loved to give Bendy ideas and ways to improve his pranking skills.

Henry, who helped them escape the studio in the first place, who drew him the body whose form he now inhabited, who provided a calm foil to his quick temper. Henry, who had a terrible sense of humor but said with so much sincerity you could mistake it for being funny.

Finally…

Bendy.

Bendy who was the source of so much pain. Bendy who, much as he hesitated to admit it, had done nothing worse than harmless but annoying pranks since leaving the studio. Bendy who was consistent in his attempts to be kind. Bendy who gave up so much ink for him. Bendy… who he maybe needed to be kinder to. Allison seemed to know his thoughts, giving him a knowing smile and a nod when he glanced her way.

What do I do With a love that won’t sit still Won't do what it's told

They’d been through hell and come out the other side, world-weary, tired, and worse for wear, but still alive and kicking. Slowly but surely, things were improving.

Maybe.

Maybe he could believe in that Happily Ever After.

What do I do With a love that won't sit still

[cfavigncn]

hi hi! my name’s hannah ( she / her, 23, est ) and this little marshmallow is juliette dewhitt, though most here would know her as avignon!  she’s a front desk receptionist at the hotel. i’ve got info on her below the cut! like this or message me if you want to plot because it’s my fave thing ever!  i’m also in the discord so we can talk there too. can’t wait to get started!!!

tw: cheating, verbal abuse, alcoholism

INFO.

❛   ｡   ❄️  ﾟ danielle campbell. female. she/her /  did i hear you say flowers pressed between the pages of a well-loved book, sunlight peeking through clouds, a half-empty bottle of lavendar perfume, & a smile no less genuine just because it’s exhausted ? then you must be talking about avignon, i’d recognize them anywhere. i’ve heard that the twenty-three year old front desk receptionist is a cancer and honestly, i see it. they’re known for being stubborn & overbearing, but their kindhearted & selfless tendencies make up for it. they’ve been working at du lac for two years and i think that their real name is juliette ‘jules’ dewhitt, but don’t spill. ( hannah. 23. she/her. est )

HISTORY.

so juliette was born in paris to arthur dewhitt and and celeste boucher. they were a bit of a cliche, him being an up-and-coming author and her being the darling of french theater.

when they first got together, arthur told anyone that would listen that he fell in love with celeste while watching her on stage, before ever having said a word to her.

the issue with their grand love affair, though, was that it was exactly that- an affair. celeste was already married to another man. he was a prominent director and had oh so coincidentally been the one to cast her in her first breakthrough role. and though celeste wasn’t in love with him anymore, he was still utterly devoted to her.

with the baby on the way, arthur started putting pressure on celeste to leave her husband and be with him openly. but as much as celeste did love arthur, she loved her career more and she feared what the revelation of the affair would do to her chances to perform.

 she pushed him away, telling him that she loved her husband (she didn’t) and that she wanted to give her baby the best chance at happiness with a nuclear family (that hadn’t even come into her head until she said it out loud). 

arthur was heartbroken, but he respected her wishes.

years later, he ended up writing a novel that drew heavily from his own experiences with celeste. it was critically acclaimed- beloved by the critics, made into a movie, generally agreed that it would be one of the novels that defined the decade. 

unfortunately for celeste, there were enough details that mirrored their own lives that her husband finally caught wise. he confronted her and though she lied and denied as fervently as she could, he ended up leaving her and the daughter that he now knew wasn’t his. 

 without the income of her husband, and now getting too old to land the roles that once sustained her career, celeste ended up moving herself and juliette to a small town in france. 

she hated it there, having always been so used to the hustle and bustle of paris.

juliette would have been only 13 or 14 when this happened and to say that it was devastating would have been an understatement- within the span of a few weeks, she found out that her mother had cheated, that the man she had always considered her father wasn’t and that he no longer wanted anything to do with her, and then got moved away from everything that she knew.

she ended up getting a job as a bagger at the local grocery, riding her bike to and from work. 

her mother talked about getting one herself but never seemed all that pressed to actually start looking. instead, she focused on reliving her golden days and began drinking heavily. 

slowly, she devolved into a hateful and cold shell of her former self.she resented her daughter, thinking that it was because of her that the perfect life had unraveled around celeste.

jules learned to grow up very quickly after that. she cooked dinners, made sure that the bills were actually mailed out, always put a blanket on her mother when she passed out on the couch, and turned a cheek at the words spoken while still awake.

despite everything, jules is actually an incredibly positive and kind person. she realized very young that no amount of bitterness at her own plight would change things and that she wanted instead to focus on putting joy and kindness back into the world. 

she focused on creating healthy friendships and relationships, on her schoolwork, on anything that wasn’t her home life. 

she probably wouldn’t have told anyone about what she was dealing with at home, as she didn’t want people to worry about her. 

when it came time for university, jules decided to study hospitality. she was an incredibly detail-oriented person, and had learned over the years how to manage her own household. plus, it was a career that she thought her good nature would be suited to. 

it was hard to leave home, not knowing what state her mother would be in without her, but jules reasoned that she couldn’t hold back from having her own life forever. 

at school, jules really started to thrive. left to only care for herself, she started exploring every hobby that she could think of and learning everything about herself that she could. 

she even reached out to her birth father, who was thrilled to finally get to acknowledge his daughter. they’ve begun a tenuous relationship that they’re both very nervous but hopeful of. 

it was actually a suggestion of his that, as he hadn’t had the chance to support her while growing up, that he could get her a connection at the hotel du lac, where he regularly stayed when he wanted to write. 

she’s even started going by his last name! it’s really exciting for her. at first it was just because it would help with the job interview but it’s started to be something she does in her own head too.

she works at the front desk, and actually really likes it. basically her whole job is solving problems for people and staying friendly, both of which are right up her alley. also, she always loved visiting avignon while growing up and to have it as her codename is actually very charming to her

HEADCANONS.

she’s super afraid of heights. one time went to the top of the eiffel tower and nearly puked. hasn’t been up since

she loves oversized sweaters, soft blankets, fuzzy knee-high socks, basically anything cozy. would probably sit in front of a fireplace for a year if she had the time

laughs at her own jokes. sometimes literally can’t get through telling her own jokes because she’s laughing too hard

she has a really impressive book collection. growing up, she’s always loved the escapism of reading and ever since she got in touch with her father, he’s been sending her his own favorites. her favorite ones are the ones that he’s written his thoughts in the margins, a habit which she’s since picked up

she’s a total pushover. would do anything for anybody. honestly, to the point where it’s a character fault. it’s led to her being taken advantage of more than once in her life

hasn’t ever had a pet before but she would totally love to get a cat one day

doesn’t handle interpersonal conflict super well. like, she could get yelled at by a guest all day long without breaking a sweat but if someone that she cares about gets visibly upset with her she kind of freaks out and overextends herself trying to make things right again

loves knitting and baking when she’s stressed out. it’s nice for her to have something to do with her hands while her mind is racing and then at the end of it all, you’ve got a nice little treat for yourself!

has recently started keeping a little journal that she writes in. it’s partially to try and collect her own thoughts and get to know herself better and partially because she wants to have something shared between herself and her dad

WANTED PLOTS.

friends!!!!!!! avignon has never really had the chance to have close friends growing up because she never had the money/time, and she was afraid to get too close to people and have them realize the situation with her mom

her dad. this one will actually be a wanted connection, but i would love to have arthur (obviously that name isn’t set in stone lol) around and start to navigate their relationship actually being together for the first time

a love interest- avignon is very guarded about romance because she’s got deep abandonment stuff and also is afraid that she’s not good enough for it but like i can totally imagine her having these huge feelings for someone, either requited or unrequited that she doesn’t know how to handle and getting very blushy about it

a bad influence- she’s never really had the chance to let loose and have fun before, so i’d def like to see that happening. plus, she would probs start trying to like take care of them in return and make sure they drink water and the whole nine it would be very charming

irritant- tbh, she isn’t most peoples’ cup of tea. she’s very almost aggressive about her kindness and i can imagine that there are people that would absolutely hate that and they would just butt heads over it

[hazzabeeforlou]

3/3/3 writing meme

I adore you both @pattern-pals and @alienfuckeronmain so I’m answering both your questions, sorry this took me so long to get to! 

3 lines from The Garden pt 2: 

“Your feet were muddy,” Harry answered, making no move to rise from his knees; instead he reached up, undid the button of Louis’ jeans, and slowly pulled down the zipper as he tugged them off Louis’ hips. 

“W-what--” 

“Let me, Lou... you don’t need to drink yourself into some girl’s bed.” 

3 questions from Nina: 

1. What part of your wip are you struggling with? 

WELL tmi, I started some new meds which make me very much calmer than my usual Aries self, so I’m struggling to gain back a little of the rage needed to write this the way I want to. Could also be due to life circumstances being a bit insane recently... I’m more than sure once I start paying attention to the news cycle again my rage will return lol. 

2. Any songs that fit your wip’s vibes? 

Hallelujah has always been a fave of mine, and it fits so well and not even just because Part 1 is literally about David lol... secret chord... sigh

3. What’s the worst thing that could happen to a protagonist and how would you deal with it?

I’m kindof planning on making Harry into my worst nightmare, actually, and then having a huge character arc come out of it. Not sure how fun that will be to write, as I’ll be drawing on my own faults for it, but ya, peace loving hippie Harry/Jesus is going to have a rude awakening. 

3 questions from Phoenix: 

1. Fave trope to read/write?

Mmmm, that’s hard... I actually don’t have a fave to read, it totally depends on my mood. To write though, well, I always end up doing some magic or religion themed gay metaphor redemption arc angst. Oops. 

2. Do you make playlists for fic/pairs and if so do you write to them? 

Actually I have never done this... I have to write to silence, believe it or not, even jazz or elevator music distracts me. And classical is a TOTAL no go because it stressed me out, and pop with words just completely derails me! I DID have a lovely person made a plays for PITS though and it was like, so amazing and I loved the idea of choosing songs to stories!!! 

3. Do you prefer writing AUs or canon? 

AU’s 100%. Canon is too restrictive except in drabbles for me. 

3 questions: 

1. With the onset of cozy fall weather (in some areas) I’m wondering what your ideal writing scene is! Couch and blankets? Park with fall leaves?

2. What’s the most meaningful thing/event/trauma you’ve been able to process through fic (that you feel comfortable sharing) and how did writing about it help you?

3. If you could live in a story you wrote, which would it be and why? Want to hang with a fave character or topography? 

I’ll tag @halosboat @homosociallyyours @13way-s @larrymaybe22 @rougeandtonic @alienfuckeronmain @newleafover @pattern-pals @haztobegood @lesbianiconharrystyles @always-aqua @disgruntledkittenface @lululawrence and I would just keep going and tag everyone but my brain is dead today so if you wanna play PLEASE DO!

[youxidol]

ｄａｔｉｎｇ ｃｅｏ!ｓｅｈｕｎ

♡grab some water and grab a snack because this is a long one 

♡read these first to get some info on him!

♡you two would have been on and off the entire time you knew eachother 

♡but no matter what you would remain best friends

♡he has a job as a delivery boy

♡when his shift is over he’d come to you to eat and hang out

♡everyone was shocked when they found out he was dating somebody that was not you 

♡when his partner announced she was pregnant he got stressed out

♡he would distance himself from you 

♡he caused this mess 

♡he shouldn’t shove it on you 

♡he’d let you come and see his baby and congratulate him on the new life 

♡but he’d never once vent at you

♡he dropped out of school to focus on working to get money for his child

♡after a few months he came up with his idea of business 

♡he moved away to build his dream 

♡he only came back to visit his daughter

♡you two lost contact

♡when he began to make profit he went to court for full custody of his girl 

♡his family bought vivi 

♡the white pooch is kind of like a service dog

♡vivi stops him from losing his mind 

♡his insta blew up when he was spotted at an event  

♡it made him the hottest celeb of the moment  

♡and gained him lots of business

♡he gets 324239 invited to events now

♡he started his schooling again when he was stable 

♡it’s a struggle but it’s okay 

♡he’s a tough cookie

♡when he returned to where you are for some business he’ll get in touch with you to meet up 

♡back story over let’s get to that good stufffffff~ 

♡he uses washing detergent made for babies bc it smells nice and makes everything extra soft

♡and bc he’s really broody and it reminds him of when his daughter was a baby

♡so if you ever leave anything over it will return to you with smelling like a baby

♡the oh family have matching sleep shirts

♡so when he knew that the two of you were for real he bought you one

♡it made his daughter vvvvv happy

♡the sight of you interacting with vivi and his daughter is his favourite

♡this boy has so many pictures of you with them on his phone

♡”come over and cuddle with me, princess and vivi”

♡"thought you had work?" 

♡"i wanted to stay in bed" 

♡"i have work..." 

♡"you have a cold" 

♡"really?" 

♡"yeah"

♡”damn, i’ll be over in 10″   

♡if you can’t make it over he’ll send you pictures and clips of himself and vivi with the captions ‘bet you wish you were here’ 

♡this guy is a king at making blanket forts

♡he has an entire room in his home just for blanket forts

♡oh family naps in the forts

♡moments when you’re all cuddled up in the fort are his fave

♡he forgets the stress he’s under

♡and feels so loved

♡comes over to study with you while he daughter is in school

♡but he always distracts you so you just end up cuddling

♡big pouty boy when he has to travel for work

♡he doesn’t want to leave his family behind

♡you’ll see pictures on news articles of him pouting as he walks around the airport/his location

♡he makes a blanket fort in his hotel room

♡so when he video calls his daughter it’s like they’re together 

♡cancel any plans you have for when he returns

♡bc you’re being locked in a blanket for with him for oh family cuddles

♡there are times where he doesn’t want to get dressed for an event

♡so he sends you pictures 

♡and whines from his dressing room for 45 minutes 

♡come in here and dress me yourself :(

♡dates are normally a family thing

♡it’s a picnic in the park

♡or a short trip to the beach   

♡he gets so shy on dates that are just the two of you

♡he sees you all the time and you eat together all the time but whenever you’re out together he just turns into a blushing teenager

♡on these dates he tries to coordinate his outfit with yours

♡so when he gives you his jacket it goes nicely with what you’re wearing  

♡he invites you to their weekly dance session

♡even if you can’t dance they’ll both encourage you to 

♡”you don’t have to be good at things to enjoy them” 

♡whenever you have to take time away from them for work/school stuff they’re going to wear matching pouts until they can see you again

♡before exams he always sends you a good luck card

♡when you’re done with them he’ll book you into a spa

♡you deserve to relax 

♡or he’ll run you a nice bath at his place

♡he has all your favourite bath elixirs 

♡if princess oh isn’t home he’ll join you 

♡he’ll whisper praise into your ear while pressing kisses all over your skin

♡the first night you stayed over with him and you put on the pyjamas you brought with you he sulked

♡he wanted you to wear one of his shirts like in the movies/tv shows

♡”they’re all so nice looking and expensive i can’t wear them to sleep in”

♡”yes you can anything that is mine is yours go take your pick”

♡he cleared out space for your clothes so you can always have stuff there

♡sometimes he sneaks you into his building so you two can eat lunch together in his office 

♡during the times where he’s really stressed from school work and parent hood pls just hold him

♡tell him he’s doing a good job 

♡he likes praise so much

♡sometimes he’ll ask you for help with his school work 

♡poor babe was so busy with work that he forgot to do his essay 

♡will hint at getting married and having more children all the damn time

♡vivi and princess oh aren’t enough 

♡you need at least 15 children

♡"did you know jane in child therapy got married?”

♡”don’t you think your finger would like nice with a ring on?”

♡”i heard paris is great for honeymoons”

♡just husband him up asap 

♡has the biggest sweet tooth

♡his kitchen is stocked with tasty sweets

♡so if you’re ever in the binge mood his stash is the go to 

♡he might pout for a bit after finding out but he doesn’t mind

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♡true switch

♡sometimes he likes to bend you over his desk and fuck you raw

♡sometimes he likes you to restrain him and overstimulate him until he forgets everything

♡bought a private jet just so the two of you could join the mile high club  

♡you riding him can solve all of his problems to him

♡when he texts a picture from his office you better get you ass to him and ride him to chill him out  

♡king of aftercare  

♡he loves destroying you

♡but he loves the cuddling and kissing and praising you part that comes after more

♡he presses kisses all over your skin 

♡and tells you he loves you

♡when you’ve topped pls let him nuzzle his face into your chest to sleep  

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Hello, hope you are doing well :D for the Eiichi AU. What about high school yams crying alone in his room becuse of stress or something ( he is just overwhelmed) and kuroo finds him when he comes home from his classes and is so worried for his little bro. Their parents aren't home yet. Kuroo message to Eiichi and just tells him that Dashi is sad and he needs to bring snacks. And eiichi just drops whatever he is doing and drives over to his childhood home to help his brothers. (1)

They lay in kuroos bed with yams in the middle and watches his fave movie  with the snacks and sweets Eiichi bough until yams falls asleep. They soon falls asleep too. When their parents comes home, they see all of them huddled up together, sleeping soundly. And even tough they wonder whats going on, they can’t believe how close they have gotten over the years. (they take some pics too) This au brings me life. Yams brings me life. Your writing gives me life

:o!!!!!! Eiichi au god bless you my friend 

Tadashi is not the strongest-willed. He’s always been weak, always been soft. He does his best to stay strong, but some days it’s– it’s too much. 

Aoi and Ren are at work, Eiichi is out with friends, and Tetsu is…wherever he is. He doesn’t know, really, all he knows is he’s alone in the house and he’s allowed to break down and stop being strong. 

He’d failed his last history exam, his serves weren’t getting any better, his weak immune system’s been acting up again, he hasn’t seen Tsukki in three months, and he’s just so sick of being tough! He thinks he won’t be bothered by anyone so he doesn’t bother locking the door as he curls up in his bed and cries. And cries. And cries. 

At some point, he’s crying so much he doesn’t notice the front door opening and Tetsu calling out a greeting. He startles when his door busts open, Tetsu talking about his day before he notices Tadashi’s crying and trailing off. 

“…Tadashi, are you okay?” He asks quietly, and Tadashi whimpers, burying his face in a pillow shaking his head. 

“No…” 

“Oh, Tashi…” 

“I– I don’t wanna be strong anymore, Te- Tetsu…” 

“Stay right there, okay? I’ll be right back.” Tetsu disappears out of the room and Tadashi starts to cry again, harder. A few moments later Tetsu returns with an armful of blankets, including Tadashi’s long forgotten security blanket, and a bunch of Ghibli movies in his hand. “Ei-nii is on his way over, he’s got snack duty.” 

Tetsu throws the blankets on top of the others in Tadashi’s bed and hops in, already in pajamas. 

“I- I’m fine, Eii-nii is supposed to be–” 

“It’s fine, Tashi. He hates living alone anyway, he misses us. A sleepover won’t hurt.” He nudges Tadashi to lay down, and he listens, grabbing his security blanket and holding it close. 

“Tetsu…” 

Tetsu shakes his head, pulling him against his chest with a soft hum. “Just relax, hm? You can worry tomorrow. Tonight is for us.” 

Tadashi nods and lays his head on his brother’s chest. A few minutes later, Eiichi is strolling into Tadashi’s bedroom with a paper grocery bag full of snacks and a McDonalds bag as well. 

“I’m home! I hear my baby brother’s having a bad day, and I just couldn’t stay away.” He says, voice teasing. His voice is softer than usual, but he keeps the tone light, knowing Tadashi needs it.

Eiichi tosses the bags of snacks onto Tadashi’s dresser as he grabs the pile of movies and puts in Kiki’s Delivery Service. In the blink of bleary eyes, there’s a large McDonalds french fry in Tadashi’s hands and he’s sandwiched between his step-brothers.

“Now, is there anyone I need to beat up for you, Tashi? Or do you just need a bit of comfort?” Eiichi asks gently. Eiichi’s serious inquiry makes Tadashi giggle, eyes wetting with fresh happy tears. He shakes his head and hugs Eiichi close.

“No, Eii-nii. I- I’m just…tired.” He whispers. “Th- Thank you, you two…”

“Any time, buddy. You know you never have to be alone when you’re feeling like this.”

“We’ll always have your back.”

Tadashi nods. The rest of the night is a blur– he feels a lot better knowing he has his bothers behind him. By time Aoi returns from her late shift at the hospital, the boys are asleep curled up in bed while the credits for Laputa play in the background. She takes some pictures to send to Ren before shutting everything off and kissing each of their foreheads.

She may not know what led up to this, but her boys are adorable.

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All right LRA Korea Write Up Part Two aka I have now seen this version of this musical five times on y go moflos

Okay this is going to be organized into general notes then by actor then stagedooring because my notes are a mess so that’s how it’s gonna go down

Also warning I wrote this on an airplane after very little sleep so it’s gonna be loopy alright let’s go

Details I hadn’t noticed the first time we saw it: During A l’enfant, all of the actors in Morgane’s play are women, which to me makes sense given her backstory so that was a cool detail.  On the screen behind them they have shadow puppets acting out the story too which was also a cool detail.

For Tu vas le payer, they did keep a bit of the gender bending happening like everyone was wearing these overskirt things so I appreciated that nod to the original production.

Fave staging ever goes to Délivre nous like hot damn.  Not only does Arthur walk among the people, but for the last verse and chorus Arthur is center stage in a white spotlight while everyone is gathered around the edges of it and they’re reaching for him and act as if they’re banging on a glass wall trying to get his attention and it’s so freaking good and brillant y’all

Okay now for stuff by actor starting with the Arthurs:

Han Ji Sang !!!!!  My dude!!!!  We only saw him the one time but I still LOVE his transition from boyish squire to grown ass man king.  His curtain call bopping is also my fave.  I think my fave thing was how he responded to the people (as in Arthur’s subjects), like it really seemed like it was coming from someone who used to be one of them but now finds himself in a position of power over them

Pretty Arthur aka Hoonjeong:  his was the most reserved Arthur??  Like his singing was so lovely and he did act it very well but in a lot of ways he was more timid but not necessarily in a bad way.  He just was a more reserved Arthur.

Noodle Arthur aka Seungjo:  MY NOODLE ARTHUR HAS RETURNED FROM WAR!!!!!! His performance reminded me the most of Flo’s (not DVD Flo but live Flo) but Seungjo took the noodle like fifty steps further and it was BEAUTIFUL. Like he and Kay are in shenanigans together from the beginning and he’s hugging Kay a lot and he’s so damn cute y’all. Seungjo is a very like physical actor???  He would grab Merlin’s staff (wow that sounds like a bad innuendo I’m sorry i’m tired y’all) and would bang it in the ground to establish authority like right before going after Méléagant and Seungjo would grab Merlin’s cloak when he was unsure or angry and oh my god this dude with Guenièvre. Oh my god.  During Rêver l’impossible he’s like adjusting his clothes and running his hands through his hair because he’s gotta look good for the beautiful woman and when he finally speaks to her he’s on his knees like he doesn’t think he’s worthy of her or like he’s in awe of her and when he starts to head off with Merlin but Guenièvre’s like “Mais le roi est fatigué” this noodle just does a 360 around Merlin and he’s so smiley and cute and at one point during quelque chose de magique Guenièvre dances with the ladies then Arthur does a lil dance with the boys and while Guenièvre’s dancing Seungjo claps and waves at the boys to get their attention like “come on we gotta dance to impress!!!”  Also Seungjo gets really into the kissing like not just on the mouth (although he does smooch a lot more than the other Arthurs) but he kisses Guenièvre’s hands and is constantly whispering and giggling with her in the background of scenes it’s so damn cute y’all. 

But like for act two he’s all serious and the physical element of his acting is still there but it’s never comical in a bad way just either cute or heightening the emotion of a scene.  Like during Ce que la vie a fait de moi Arthur and Guenièvre go down the line of wedding guests to greet them and Seungjo hugs Kay and bounces up and down with him and when Léodagant gets down to bow to Arthur Seungjo gets on his knees and makes his father in law stand back up and ugh i love it ;lakdjf;ladksjfsa;dkl.  Oh omg when Gauvain is training him Seungjo’s like ugh come on give it a break then he’s like oh hey what’s over there? Then he attacks Gauvain and it’s so cute ;lakdjf;adslkjfsdk. Also Seungjo had the best “cette femme est ma femme et c’est la reine!!” Like the other Arthurs didn’t emphasize it that much but he really did and ugh i love him.  Seungjo was also on the floor a lot whenever Arthur was stressed which is a Mood but it also makes me want to protect him.  Like his face after Tu vas le payer he looked so scared and confused I wanted to run up on stage and just like wrap him in a blanket or something.  Like Seungjo’s voice is beautiful but it’s not vocally my fave but his acting is what really pushed him to the top of my Arthur list.

Okay so for the Morganes:

Soojin!!!!!!! I’m love!!!!!!  She did a great job of making Morgane evil but you still want to pity her and vocally she’s incredible and just w o w

Lisa overall was almost as good as Soojin in my opinion.  Her voice is gorgeous and especially the last time we saw it she was sooooo into it and having fun but she makes a couple of choices that I just can’t get on board with like at one point during Dors Morgane dors she like goes for a high note but it comes out like a screech?????  Not a huge fan.  The way she acts her final scene too just didn’t quite make sense to me either but still I’m overall a fan of her.

The Guenièvres:

Miyeon was having such an off night the first time we saw her bless her heart but the second time I really loved her????  She has a pretty deep voice which I love and she was like crying during Auprès d’un autre???? Like wow way to tug on my heart strings.

Jisoo was a good Guenièvre!!  Like she has an absolutely lovely voice but I can’t think of anything like super spectacular but I did really enjoy her performance.  Her L’amour quel idiot reprise was more heartbreaking like she’s almost ugly crying and it was so freaking sad :((((

The Lancelots:

Niel was better than we were expecting!!  I think this is his first musical and he did so well!!!  He did some almost growl like things in Wake Up which sounds weird but it worked really well.  He was maybe my least fave if I had to rank them because the poor boy has such a nasal voice which is just how his voice is but that’s also not my fave thing in the world rip.  Something I really loved was during Faire comme si he catches Guenièvre’s arm and holds her hand for a second (which all the Lancelots do) but he holds his hand there after she lets go for a second as if he can’t believe he got to touch her.  He’s also the only one who tries to kiss Guenièvre as he’s dying but their lips don’t quite touch sad emojis

Giant Lancelot aka Byeonggeun:  Holy shit this boy is big.  Like he’s so tall???? And so broad?????  We only saw him once so we don’t remember too much bless his heart.  I liked him though!!

Pretty Lancelot aka Jihoo aka my actual son:  First time we saw him i LOVED his voice but he had some volume control issues??? We weren’t sure if that was the mic or him but the second time I kept saying in my head “ça c’est mon fils!!!!!!!”  Vocally he is by far my favorite and I just adore him he’s my son now

Now the Méléagants:

Chungjoo:  We saw him the last time we saw the show and I really like him as a performer but not as Méléagant. His second act was better than his first but his high range isn’t quite there for me personally but holy fuck his lower range is absolutely gorgeous and I want him to play Jack in Jack the Ripper oh my god.  Acting wise he was good, he played Méléagant unhinged from the beginning instead of just for act two like the others.  He was also very touchy feely with Guenièvre during Nos corps à la dérive (not in a weird way, just in a grab shoulders and face way) whereas the other two were almost too scared to touch her, which like neither choice is good or bad it’s just different

Pretty-agant aka Chanho:  first of all his eyebrows?????? Amazing.  Second of all his voice????? Even more amazing.  His high notes sounded so easy and he was so damn into it like he did the Un Nouveau Départ body rolls and the Mon Combat hip sway (which the others did not do) and something we loved after seeing him was his act one at first seemed a lil boring???? Like his voice was too clean???? But his second act he was becoming more unhinged and his voice rougher so it wasn’t boring it was just acting.  But he was just so damn good oh my god and his performance reminded me the most of Fabien’s which isn’t necessarily good or bad it’s just a thing.  Something that I loved that Chanho did was he reached for things??? Like after he couldn’t pull out Excalibur he held his hands out like “i almost had it” then he reached for it again and as he was leaving the stage after Un Nouveau Départ when Au diable is starting Chanho reaches for Guenièvre and I love

Lucheni-agant aka Hongseok:  I love him so much I just ;alkdjfa;ldkjfd. Like honestly his high notes weren’t as good as Chanho’s but it still worked and it wasn’t screechy which is good and I just adore him he’s so nice ;lakdjf;alkdjfa. Like idk how to explain it but his Méléagant is just so captivating for me???? Like I already mentioned this but when he has Excalibur after Arthur hands it to him there was really such a strong sense of oh shit what’s gonna happen.  It was also super fun seeing him as Méléagant after seeing him as Lucheni.

Omg I almost forgot the second time we saw Hongseok as Méléagant there was a Mishap.  So before Mon combat Morgane explains the kidnapping plan to Méléagant and Leia is supposed to attach Lancelot’s cape around his neck.  Except the cape clasp didn’t stick, and Hongseok couldn’t get it to clasp.  He threw it away at one point then picked it back up and tried to sling it over his shoulder but it kept falling off and finally he was able to throw it offstage but it was funny bc during the kidnapping scene itself after he reveals his identity Hongseok just ripped the cape off entirely and didn’t just take the hood off he looked so done with that cape ;aldkfjadklsjf

Okay now stagedoor times!!

We stagedoored for Seungjo twice, and the first time there were sooooo many people there for him and he looked so small and overwhelmed and mildly alarmed like he didn’t know what to do with all these people????  He kept smelling the flowers people gave him and he was so quiet and shy then he almost couldn’t get out because the fansites were almost in the way ;aldkjfds

The second time he was way more prepared and people kept going up to him in front of everyone and giving him gifts and Vanessa was like “come here!!” And I thought she meant to the end of the line so I could see because short but nope she meant in front of everyone but I stayed back because shy and I can’t speak Korean but she went up and gave Seungjo some Reese’s and said that we’d seen the show in France a lot and he’s the best Arthur and he laughed like he couldn’t believe but his laugh was so beautiful and he’s such a cutie I love him and will protect him.  He also posted a pic of his gifts from that night and you can see Vanessa’s Reese’s and he also used #thanks in English for the first time which we’re choosing to believe is bc of us/mostly Vanessa

We stagedoored for Hongseok three times, twice at King Arthur and once at Elisabeth which I’m gonna write about here lol.  The first time Vanessa told him how many times I’d seen the show in france and he looked concerned??? Impressed???? Idk but he took that to mean I was French lol but he makes the best face in pics with fans I love it.  We told him we were seeing him as Lucheni that weekend which seemed to just confuse him ;alkdjfa;ldkjfasd Next when we saw him after his last show in Elisabeth (which I’m not exaggerating when I say I would sell my soul to see him as Lucheni again) he remembered us and was like “American and French right??” But Vanessa told him I’m American and I’d just lived in France.  All of his other fans were very impressed with Vanessa’s height lol.  We also got to see his wife and new baby and they were all so cute!!!  Hongseok also brought rice cakes to his fan club which was so sweet.

Third time was after King Arthur again which that theater’s stagedoor is actually in the first floor lobby by the bathrooms so people usually stagedoor in the lobby or in front of the actual theater entrance on the second floor and you just linger until you see the person you’re waiting for but as soon as Hongseok came out that night he headed straight for me and Vanessa because he knew exactly who we were there for lol.  Vanessa told him he’s amazing again in Korean then he was like “I can speak a little English” and Vanessa was like “wanna practice??”  And he was like “Practice? Sure!” With a little bit of an oh shit what did I get myself into face but dude you were the one who pulled out the English not us lol.  So we mostly just squealed about how awesome he is and I was just like “I’ve seen this show so much and you’re my favorite” and we got a selfie again then after the other fans talked to him Vanessa told him we were going back home and we wouldn’t see him again so he went to shake our hands but Vanessa is brave and was like “Could we get hugs?” So he hugged us and his sweater was very soft and he’s just so sweet and I wanna go see him in more shows because he’s such a great performer ;lakdjf;lakdjfad

Anyways long story short I love and miss this show so much and if you’re going to Seoul while it’s still running PLEASE go see it!!!!