#if you're wondering why he doesn't wear a crown in the other ones it's because I can hardly see him wearing one personally!

[thebrainrotsreal]

Different ghost king outfits! (o^ ^o) Always adored the au as soon as I heard about it, but I never tried to design what it would look like until now! Left outfit is where I tried inverting Danny's usual ghost fit as jumping point, the middle is going ham with more a space/ecto theme, and the last is focusing more on Danny's ice core/powers! The middle's cape, hood, and ruffles near the belt-like bit are all pieces of void/portals, reaching through can pull out anything, and it can shrink or expand to his will!

[cherrifire]

Please share your thoughts on the other 5 cutie marks, I'd love to hear!

Hi everypony! I got like 20 asks for the Dogwarts cutie mark lore so I'm here to speak my truth!

Before we start, I would like to write a quick reminder that a pony's cutie mark is not always their "special talent", but can also represent who they are, their personalities, and a possible destiny. Different cutie marks have different meanings and interpretations, but they're not just about representing what you're good at.

That being said, let's start with the cutie mark design I'm proudest of!

Ren's Cutie Mark

Ren's cutie mark is of a sunrise and looks pretty simple at first glance but there was a lot of thought that went into this one.

First of all, I bet you're wondering why a sunrise? Well, in the show, it is pretty typical for unicorns with great magical abilities to have one relating to space (examples being Twilight Sparkle, Sunset Shimmer, Starlight Glimmer, and Sunburst). And I figured since I wanted Ren to fall into a similar position of potentially becoming an alicorn, I gave him a cutie mark following the same trend. And I chose a sunrise to reflect the way Ren seems to glow when he enters a room. The way he carries himself is very warm and bright it just catches your eye in a similar way the sun would.

Also, Ren wears sunglasses. So a sun-themed cutie mark seemed appropriate.

Additionally, there are a couple of smaller details I want to point out too. Like the sun rays, if you look at them for a moment you'll see they're shaped like little crowns! I of course had to put a crown in thanks to how much Ren likes to play royalty, so I snuck it in there. And then the red spots underneath could both be interpreted as the sun reflected over water or blood. (But of course, this is a kid show AU so there wouldn't be any blood in Ren's destiny, just a fun reference to the red king and his whole thing about blood dyeing the snow red)

Martyn's Cutie Mark

I explained this one in an earlier ask but I thought I'd explain it again here for anyone who didn't see it!

Martyn's cutie mark is of a chopped log and a small stick.

This one is mostly a play on the name "Littlewood" but has other meanings too. As a character, Martyn tends to travel and explore quite a bit. In the Life Series specifically, he is usually the last one to find a permanent base and even then doesn't spend a lot of time in one place. Always on the move. Additionally, he's more of a wild card compared to other characters, always trying to be as unpredictable as possible.

The smaller detail here is the little swirl on top of the log is the same as the one on his Minecraft skin's shirt.

BigB's Cutie Mark

Cookies! Cookies! Cookies! BigB's cutie mark is of 3 cookies where one is trying to eat the others. There are also a few sprinkles there made to look like action lines.

We all know BigB loves cookies so of course I had to give him a cutie mark with cookies in it. For this one, I decided to follow the cutie mark trend of "symbol/item important to the pony duplicated 3 times" (examples being Fluttershy, Applejack, Rarity, Pinkie Pie) but I added a bit more creativity to it with the top on trying to eat the others to represent just how tasty they are 😋

Additionally, rather than the first cookie trying to eat the others, you could interpret it as opening its mouth to talk. Because BigB can not keep a secret to save his life! In Double Life when he started "secret soulmates" with Grian, he didn't last a day without opening his mouth. He told Ren about it immediately because he felt bad for keeping things from him.

Also worth quickly mentioning: People pointed out in my original post that they don't think BigB would be the element of honesty because of his behaviour in Secret Life. But that's just Secret Life. I think Secret Life to BigB was like that episode of My Little Pony where Discord makes the main 6 act the opposite of their true element. BigB was just going through a weird phase of telling very obvious lies because a book told him to.

Skizz's Cutie Mark

Skizz's cutie mark is of a lightning bolt from a couple storm clouds hitting the ground.

I think this is the cutie mark with the least thought put into it, unfortunately. There was still though just not as much as the others. The big thing I thought was fun was I made the lightning bolt shaped like an "S" to stand for Skizzleman. But other than that, this cutie mark sort of has the same meaning as Rainbow Dash's cutie mark. Quick like lightning, loud, bold, dangerous, and powerful.

Impulse's Cutie Mark

Impulse's cutie mark is of a lit-up lightbulb.

I absolutely crowded this cutie mark with the letter i. If you look closely, there are 6 of them. Impulse's design also has an i-shaped pattern on the belly if you look closely enough. But that's more of a fun easter egg and doesn't exactly reflect Impulse as a character.

There are a couple of reasons I chose a lightbulb for Impulse, the first and probably most obvious is that he's a redstone guy! He's a technical guy who likes to work smarter, not harder. So I figured the My Little Pony equivalent would be a light bulb/electricity. The second reason for the lightbulb is that it's usually used as a visual representation when characters have that "eureka!" moment in cartoons. When someone has a brilliant idea a little lightbulb turns on above their head. So since Impulse is the ideas guy, I figured a lightbulb would work for his cutie mark.

Etho's Cutie Mark

Etho's cutie mark is of a snowflake with a missing branch.

I promise there is more to this cutie mark than just "Canada is cold" even if that's part of the reason I wanted to give him a winter-themed cutie mark. While it is fun to make a nod to Etho being Canadian, I thought a winter-themed cutie mark would be fun to represent how he sometimes presents himself. Cold and a bit mysterious. I think deep down once you get to know him, those attributes melt away, but for people who have never met him, he may be intimidating that way.

I'll be honest, I don't watch a lot of Etho content, but I do have a few friends who identify as Etho girlies so I did my research. I was told in his Minecraft Let's Play World, that he has a snowflake build somewhere. I believe they said it was an iron golem farm? (Please correct me if I'm wrong) but I thought that was perfect for the cutie mark. And if you're wondering why there's a branch missing, it's because one of my friends said he was incapable of finishing builds sometimes so I thought that would be fun to include.

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Alright. Rant over. To celebrate, here are a few pony doodles so I can put this post in my art tag.

[kanaesparadise]

Valorant Agents Reactions to You Making Them a Flower Crown

Characters: Chamber, Cypher, Yoru, Omen, Neon, Jett, Killjoy

Type/Genre: Headcanons/Fluff

Warnings: None

Pronounce: There's no pronouns, everybody can read!

Chamber

Chamber doesn't have much time to enjoy nature or activities like that, so I think he would be happy if you made him a flower crown.

He looks at what you are doing while you are making a flower crown for him, but does not comment. He thinks you're going to give it to Jett or someone else.

If you leave a flower crown on his head while he is working, he will not react at first and prefer to look at you sideways.

After a while he takes the crown from his head and stares for a while because he didn't know what you put on his head.

"I didn't know you were doing this for me."

Even though he didn't show his reaction to you much, he would find it quite sweet on the inside.

"Merci chérie. J'aime bien."

I'm sorry if you don't speak french but he will only say in french that he likes the crown you made.

He does not hesitate to go to the others with a flower crown on his head. He even teases Yoru for not having someone to make a flower crown for him.

"Unfortunately, you have no one to give you such things, Yoru."

Cypher

As much as Cypher loves to work, he can finish a few important tasks ahead of time so he can spend time with you.

When he sees that you have made a flower crown, he will sit next to you and begin to do it with you.

He's pretty good at doing this!

He finds every gift you make yourself very precious so he can wear the flower crown you put on his hat all day, provided you wear the crown he made.

Congratulations, you now have a matching accessory with him!

"You look pretty cute, darling. If you wear the crown all day, I won't take off mine too."

Omen

Omen usually does not approach the plants so as not to harm them unintentionally.

He still loved to watch you make a flower crown. But he didn't think you would give it to him.

If you can convince him that he won't harm the flowers, he will do it with you!

Since he knows how to knit, he can easily learn how to make a flower crown.

If you give him a flower crown that you made yourself and ask him to wear it on his head, he will be quite happy.

Still, he finds it surprising that you're giving him such a lively gift, as he sees himself as a terrifying creature.

"I didn't expect you to give me such a beautiful gift, thank you. Of course I can wear this."

He would be too happy to care what others think of him.

He is very careful not to damage the crown and constantly checks it.

Please give him more gifts like this, because no one else does.

Yoru

Yoru will make fun of you at first, just as he makes fun of Skye.

"Why do you keep playing with those bits of grass?"

Still, deep down he would wonder what you were trying to do and would watch you.

When you tried to make a crown of colorful flowers and put it on his head, he would try to run away from you, as if disgusted.

"Are you really going to put that grass in my hair and mess it up?"

If you try to leave him disappointed or angry, he will stop you from leaving and agree to take the crown.

Even though he didn't want to go to the others, he would spend the whole day with that crown on his head, so as not to upset you.

"Don't try to say a word about it, Phoenix, or I'll kill you."

Killjoy

Killjoy is surrounded by mechanical devices and technological gadgets all day, so she almost forgets what nature or flowers look like.

She'll probably notice you too late while you're busy making a flower crown.

When she finally decided to take a break, she saw you tying a few flowers together, but because you were so focused, she would quietly walk away so as not to be distract you.

She probably fell asleep somewhere while you were making the crown, so if you leave the flower crown on her desk while she sleeps, she can take it from there.

When she wakes up at a random time and sees the flower crown you made, it wouldn't be too hard for her to realize that you made it.

She would spend the day taking off her hat and carrying the flower crown you made on her head for that day.

She would be quite happy looking at herself in the mirror wearing the crown you made.

She would stop you at the first place she saw you, thank you and ask if it suits her.

"Hey hey (Y/N)! I didn't know you could make something so beautiful out of those flowers, especially I didn't expect you to give it to me. Thank you! By the way… does it look good on me?"

Neon

Neon didn't know who will you give that crown but when she saw that you made a crown out of flowers, the idea of ​​making a crown for you sounds good to her.

However, she didn't know how, so she had to ask Skye for help.

After a few tries, she and Skye somehow managed to make you a flower crown.

Due to her shyness, she will come to you quickly, trying not to be seen by others.

When she came to you with a flower crown in her hand, she was frozen for a while as both of you were faced with flower crowns in your hands, but she was finally able to hand you the crown.

"I... I thought it would look good on you. It's okay if you don't want to wear it."

The shy smile on her face when you took the crown she gave and put it on your head would be worth seeing.

Also, if you put the crown in your hand on her head, she will be very emotional.

"If you did it for someone else, you don't have to give it to me!"

As hard as it may be to convince you that you made the crown for her, once she is convinced she will overwhelm you with her love.

"You're the sweetest and most considerate person I've ever seen. No I'm not exaggerating, what about other people to me? After all, they're not considerate of me."

Jett

As soon as she saw you making a flower crown, she would drop everything and come to your side.

"Hey! Can I make one for you?"

Although she says this she doesn't know how to do a flower crown so you will have to teach her.

Although she tries to do what you say, she is not very good at handicrafts, so do not be surprised if she can't.

Still, by doing the best she could, she would have succeeded in giving you a flower crown.

She will be quite embarrassed if you give her a flower crown that you made yourself. She also leaves her hair free for that day only.

"The crown you made definitely looks better than the one I made."

Normally, Jett is the last person to say such a sentence. So if Jett said something like that, she probably thought you wouldn't like the crown she made.

PLEASE DON'T LET HER FEEL LIKE THIS BECAUSE SHE'S GOING INTO A VERY DEPRESSIVE MOOD! SHE'S NOT A JETT ANYMORE SHE'S A DEPRESSED YOUNG GIRL!

If you can convince her that you really like the crown she made, she will go back to normal pretty quickly.

"Hah, I already knew you liked it. After all, you can pretty much understand what's good, that's why we're together anyway!"

[bonezone44]

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Joel Miller x afab!Reader

Word Count: 731

tags: it's fluffy. somewhat possessive!Joel.

Summary: Joel ponders your lack of feminine appearance and attire. D/s relationship implied. (Dom!Joel, sub!reader)

Reader is described as a woman, able-bodied, physically strong, short hair (no texture/color described). No skin color mention.

Author's Note: Inspired to share this by @jksprincess10 and their "Dressed for Revenge" series.

Story Masterlist - Main Masterlist

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Joel realizes one evening, as he watches you and Maria walking to the dining hall, that he's never seen you in a dress. 

He also realizes, subsequently, that he's never seen you in heels, either.

Both of which Maria is donning and looking ever lovely for it. Her white dress has short, poofy sleeves and the skirt bounces as she glides along in tall sandals with straps that wrap around her ankles and calves. Maria looks straight angelic as the setting sun hits the crown of her head in a golden glow. 

But you look beautiful, too, in your dark gray slacks tucked into your boots. Your nice boots. The ones with the least amount of scuffs and with the tread deep enough to maintain their grip in the early snow blankets of winter.  You have on a bright blue silken button-up that shows off the breadth of your shoulders. The sleeves are rolled up to your elbows and that casual, chaste exposure has his hands aching to touch your skin.

Maria's hair is long, her curls locked tight together in tendrils. Like ivy. Like elegant cords. 

You keep your hair short–shorter than him sometimes, and he loves it. Loves seeing the contour of the back of your head as it curves down to your neck. Loves resting his hand there, absently petting you with his fingers when you sit at the right distance at the booth in the bar or when you curl around each other in bed.

Joel begins to wonder if you even own a dress. Or heels. He's known you for long enough and seen you out for special occasions and… well… those items have yet to appear on your body. 

And he’s not sure it matters much, when he thinks about it. Because he loves when you're wearing a nice pair of jeans that embrace your ass and trace your lower half with overly thick seams. He loves when you stomp through the stables in your work boots, lifting heavy bales with strong thighs and sturdy hands. He loves when you're indelicate and brash and sit with your legs spread wide and your head tossed back, laughing with your mouth wide open and your belly shaking. 

And while yes, technically, you could do those things in a dress in heels, he doesn't want you to. He wants you in ugly boots and dirty gloves and a smudged up face and drenched in sweat from working too hard. He wants you desperate and moaning while you're riding his thigh, the thick seam of your jeans pressing hard against your clit.

Joel wants the extra step of unbuttoning and unzipping and unwearing your pants down your hips and thighs before he can stuff his fingers inside you. 

And really, the more he thinks about it, too, the more he wants your skin mostly hidden and covered and away from prying eyes. He wants other men to look past you, assume your disinterest by the way you talk and dress and carry yourself.

'Cause you're his.

And he doesn't want anyone's eyes, thoughts, or attention on what's his.

And it somehow makes your private life feel even more secret, more hidden, more precious. No one could possibly imagine a woman as strong and contrary as you getting on her knees and submitting to anyone–let alone a man. Let alone Joel Miller.

He loves being a grouchy asshole to everyone in town. He loves being difficult to work with. He saves all his tenderness for you. Because you're as desperate to impress and please him as he is to guide and test you. You're as eager to touch his hidden skin as he is to touch yours. 

And while he recognizes that he’s never seen you in a dress or heels, he sees no need to act upon the observation–to test the waters as to why and if you’re willing. Because when you two are alone, sharing moments in your sacred spaces, he already sees the most beautiful lines of you: the shape of your body, stark naked, surrendered beneath him. The trace of your form when he's wrapped you in rope. The contour of your lips and hands when you cherish and caress him. 

And when you’re sitting in his lap with your heart unfurled, crying and asking why he loves you, Joel can confidently answer, “‘Cause you’re you.”

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Author's Note: I know I've been writing this little D/s series for Joel, but gosh, this is so Dave York. idk what to do with that realization, though. 😅 Joel's more popular and some people see him this way, so... ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[oneatlatime]

The King of Omashu

I confess I've already taken to skipping through the intro. I wonder what I'll do with the whole 45 seconds that saves me.

Why wear one tie when you could wear three? Actually I learned a couple of days ago (thanks to *gasp* a follower! Never thought I'd have those!) that Katara's hairstyle is an authentically Inuit thing, so maybe Sokka's triple tie is too? Then again, boomerang isn't.

Not subtle. Still gorgeous.

The cart! Maybe the cabbages were rotten, but the cart was fine!

This guard has absolutely massive hands. Also props to Katara for getting that mouthful of a cover name out on the first try. Do you think they rehearsed?

Nice to see bending used for something other than fighting. Also, I would have ridden the hell out of those slides.

It does not take a mad genius to figure out that slides are for sliding.

Are we sure that's the most efficient way to package spears?

Oh my god these poor kids have no tailbones left. Their spines!

This guy restocked fast.

This whole set piece with the slides is really fun. I love the music, and the timing on the jokes is great.

SPINES!

"Malicious destruction of cabbages." The throwaway lines in this show are great. How did they determine intent?

Look, none of you have room to talk. Maybe the king is weird, but you all just went on a city-wide destruction spree. You're lucky his crown is crooked.

I like whoever is the King's voice actor. He reminds me of Dudley Moore. Dating myself a bit there. Also this is totally Aang's friend but old. And I'm not even going to try to spell his name until I've seen the credits, given my previous track record with spelling.

I like the guards' hats. They look cozy.

And the king gets it first try too! Pippinpadolopsicopoulos? My best guess.

I think he can keep you here Katara. You're not the one with spears. And he's also the king.

This king is living his best life. Feasts, mindgames, renovations. And fashion!

All of Momo's noises in this whole sequence are so expressive.

Never before have I seen a butt convey such disappointment and resignation.

So did they leave Momo in the wall?

Creeping crystal is a nifty maguffin.

Does the king just have these challenge chambers for whenever he's bored enough to mess with people? So, daily?

You're right Aang - sabre tooth mega rabbits are way more on brand than fluffy bunnies.

Earthbenders get airbender levels of air when they jump. I guess they make the ground kick them up into the air?

This episode is really a showcase for earthbending.

The king is so unbothered. He also seems to be anticipating every single one of Aang's strategies. Almost like he knows what to expect from an airbender.

This is neat. Turning solid rock to sand or dust. It's like waterbenders and freezing stuff.

Can we call this a tie?

Earthbenders are mole people.

Or maybe you figured out who he was because you talked about him twice at the beginning of this episode and his mannerisms haven't changed in a century.

Every time Sokka or the king make jokes that don't land in this episode, there's this disembodied coughing off screen. But they're all pretty funny! That being said, if you lived in this city with that guy as a ruler you'd probably develop humourlessness as a defence mechanism.

The first part of Aang's world (apart from Appa) that still exists. That's sweet.

Creeping crystal must be seriously light if you can walk around while encased in it. Also, rock candy is indeed delicious. But you can't bite into it like that without losing a few teeth.

"First of all, it's pretty fun messing with people." Perfect one sentence summary of this guy's entire personality! Also, points for self-awareness.

Some nifty exposition, reassurance & guidance, and a reminder that Aang doesn't have to do it alone. The king knows his stuff.

Poor cabbage man. This is going to become a thing like Sokka getting ragdolled isn't it?

It is spelled BUMI.

Final thoughts

I don't really have much to say about this episode. I think it's for introducing the audience to earthbending. Also for wacky hijinks, of which I am always a fan.

Sokka's voice actor, who has been consistently excellent for me, got his first meh line reading this episode, with the laugh after the kangaroo island joke. It didn't work for me.

I have a sneaking suspicion that the guard who talks to Bumi about the good and bad prisons is the same voice actor as Bumi himself. Just a guess, but I love it when that happens. Both because I get to hear a talent showcase and because I get to picture some random guy in a sound booth somewhere having a whole conversation with himself. I don't know how voice acting works, it's just a funny visual.

There's some serious angst potential in Aang and Bumi meeting again, but I am not feeling angsty today, so that potential will go unexplored. Which is also why I'm happy there was no Zuko this episode.

This episode wasn't as pretty as the Southern Air temple, but it was mostly indoors, so there wasn't a chance to have sweeping clouds and sunsets. And the Southern Air Temple did set a really high bar.

This episode was consistently fun and goofy. I liked it. Would have been nice to have more Appa.

[electrictorch]

What if time on Earth passed faster than on Narnia? What if we were almost a hundred years into the future and only five years passed in Narnia? (part 1)

That is why you woke up in a cold sweat, lying on a strange bed. That is why you met a King, and then it would be time to meet the other one, and the Queens.

'My brother and sisters,' the King says, pointing at the thrones. 'King Edmund, Queen Susan, Queen Lucy.'

'Four monarchs for the same country?' you ask. 'What kind of monarchy is that?'

He lets himself release a little laugh. He is definitely a teenager, a guy your age. He doesn't look old enough to shave; your classmates would not even seem that young next to him. Who let this kid rule?

'Monarchy in Narnia is nothing like monarchy in Earth,' he explains.

He wears Medieval-like clothes and a crown. But there is something else -- something in his manners, in his voice, in his movements -- that makes it evident that he's nothing like the kids you've met, or even nothing like you. He inspires respect. His blue eyes seem calm, wise, deep. You suspect that the bags below them have not formed because of staring at a cell phone till 3 am or because of finishing an assignment the night before the deadline.

As you both continue to stroll around the palace, his answers only lead to more questions of your part. You're thankful that he considered you might need the fresh air for when he explained what was going on. Standing on a balcony, you glance down to find a sea of waters so much cleaner than you'd ever see back home.

'Why do you think I got here?' You ask. The waves go up and down with soothing peace, almost welcoming. 'Did something bring me here?'

'I believe so,' he says. 'My siblings and I were brought here. There was a prophecy about us, and when we followed the youngest one into the wardrobe, it was time to fulfil it.'

From below the surface of the clean sea, you catch a glympse of colorful creatures. As they get closer to the cliff, you realize they are too large to be fish. When they take their heads out, their human heads, you lift your eyebrows.

The King next to you smiles. 'There are the most wonderful creatures in Narnia. You wouldn't believe your eyes.'

Author's note:

I had so much fun writing part 1, that I decided to keep on writing!

I'm planning on making more scenes of this story, so, from now, I'll use the "narnia ages slower au" tag for it (at least until I find a better name for it).

If you find any grammar mistakes, or errors of whatever nature, please make it known to me! I'm not a native English speaker, so I apologize if the mistakes distract you from reading, but I appreatiate and value constructive criticism.

Thanks for reading!

[c-alliumduo-appologist]

Well I left the dump fandom and long while ago so i wanted to post an old wip fic. It was such a passion project but I never finished it because of technos death so I'll leave it here (and it's concept notes).

!! Wilburs mentioned a few times so don't be alarmed this was from like 2022, I promise I don't support that twat !!

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The roaring sound of the crowd was something Techno never got used to.

They were always too loud.

That combined with the curse of his crown the voices of 100,000 people constantly yelling around him, always led to migraines that would last for days.

Yet he continues to fight in the arenas when he's invited.

He has too, it's the only thing that calms the voices.

It keeps him away from his family, he hates that. He wants so bad to stay in the castle and listen to Wilbur play his latest song, or watch Dad write in his study. Let Mom tell him stories like when he was little. He prays for the day he has perfect silence, because that's the day he can look at his little brother and not feel shame. The voices hurt Tommy and now Tommy hates him. Tommy's only 10 he doesn't need to know about the voices, it's already confusing enough for him to wonder why his brother held a sword to his throat after he asked to play.

Techno hates himself for it, he wants things to be different. He wants to be a good brother, because he loves Tommy. He really does.

"BLOOD GOD TECHNOBLADE! TODAY IS THE DAY YOU FALL FROM YOUR PEDESTAL!" The crowd screams, they seem to really favor the new guy lately. He hopes they aren't getting tired of him, that would be bad for his name. "Sure, like I'm gonna lose to a homeless man." He's sure if the guy wasn't wearing a mask he would've seen his eye twitch. "I'm NOT homeless." Techno just laughs. "Wow! So you think homeless are bad? Cancel this man, get him out of here." The new guy started studdering trying to defend himself Techno assumes to stay in public favor.

"What, no! I didn't say that, you're putting words in my mouth." Techno would've responded but his thoughts were cut short by the announcer.

"All right! Our match today is the All Mighty Blood God verses, our newest fight who's been quickly rising up the ranks.. Dream Wastaken!"

Techno blinks almost dumbfounded, "Wastaken? What kind of title is that? It sounds dumb."

Techno must have struck a nerve with that remark, Dream suddenly went still and took his position.

"I'll have your head Blood God," he could see a green glow from under his mask.

"HA, like hell you will"

The announcer signals the start and Techno lets himself go and all he sees is red.

Dream raises his sword and stabs towards Technos abdomen. Techno takes his axe and swings to hit the blade away. He ends up hitting the handle of the sword cutting deep into Dreams hands

Dream staggers back dropping his sword and clutching his hands. He inhales sharply the audience collectively gasps.

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Yeah not much writen ik but here's the plans I had written in my drafts, it's so nostalgic to reread.

it starts out as Sbi + Mumza but techno and tommy get separated from Phil, Kristen, and Wilbur

(Wilbur is 17, Techno is 15 so hes less than wilbur because fuck you, and Tommy is 11)

So it's parentsduo + Wilbur and then also Bedrock bros, eventually they fins their way back to eachother. Techno and Tommy used to have this kinda tense relationship, they both cared alot about each other but Tommy always got along with Wilbur more. (Techno wasnt jealous of that, not at all.) but they just thought the other disliked them, and it's bothered them for years and now it's time for Techno to be cool and strong big brother for tommy. Being there for when he has nightmares to tell him stories, or reminding him that they WILL find the rest if their family. Running from zombies with the only weapons you have being swords and bows is a little bit difficult. but he does have one thing, his axe that was gifted to him by a neighboring kingdoms prince. To replace the one that was ruined in a duel he participated in on their behalf. Which they may or may not run into that prince and his betrothed (also his son?!?!?!?)along the way... Wilbur misses his brothers every single day, no matter how much his parents try to comfort him that they will be okay and that Techno is capable. He just can't shake the feeling that at every waking moment that he's not looking for them. They're getting hurt. He wishes it was him and Techno that got separated, cause then atleast Tommy would be with phil and Kristen. He wouldn't need to worry about his brother. He knows Techno will protect Tommy with his life.. but that's what he's worried about. If Techno dies protecting Tommy then what happens after? Tommy is left wandering untill inevitably hes... So he hopes Techno doesn't have to do soemthing that wreckless Because if he does, he'll lose BOTH of his brothers. and personally he'd rather not have that become a reality."

[dulcewrites]

I love how Targ stans are like Visenya, Alysanne, Rhaenyra, Dany are so great but then they turn around and say Naerys, Rhaella and other Targ queens who weren't dragonriders suck. And I saw a comment on YouTube that it's funny how Targ princesses position lowered (well, it was never very high but after death of dragons it went to basically 0) after death of dragons and they lost significance in eyes of many when they weren't dragonriders. Well it's not hard to understand that those girls are only impressed when Targ princesses threaten to burn everything to assert dominance as if it was a sing of being powerful 😂 and when they lack dragons they are worth less than spitting on the ground even though they had to put up with their toxic and violent brothers-husbands. If to them Targ princesses value depends on whether they have a dragon or not, do we really need to wonder if they are feminist? Because they are clearly not, what's more they think Targ princesses cannot possibly be powerful without giant lizard spitting fire so it just reminds me of words from Tony Stark to Peter Parker If you're nothing without this suit then you shouldn't have it and the same could be applied to all those girlbosess Targ princesses that certain people love and refuse to see they are not perfect. What are all of them without dragons? Okay, Visenya knew how to fight, Alysanne was very intelligent, but Rhaenyra and Dany just spoiled child and arrogant child and they both don't know how game of thrones is played. Just look at basically legendary player, Olenna Tyrell and how many times did she threaten someone directly? Only twice, with High Sparrow and Littlefinger and with High Sparrow it was because he imprisoned Loras and Margaery and Littlefinger because she predicted he would go to Cersei and say she poisoned Joffrey and at the end of conversation it was Littlefinger who needed to rethink his strategy because if he spoke a word about Olenna murdering Joffrey, she would also play at this game and she will say Littlefinger was also involved in this so that's why she said our fates are joined, together we murdered the king, meaning if Littlefinger will expose her and her house, she would do the same to him. But Olenna talk with Tywin, it's so great because 1) Tywin couldn't harm her or her house after they helped Lannisters defeat Stannis 2) they were both head of their houses and there is so much between the lines, so much unspoken things and that's the beauty of game of thrones. It's all about plotting, look at Varys and Littlefinger and then look at Rhaenyra and Dany. Come on, does anyone take this crazy stans seriously? When I was watching how Hightowers interact with others it's all about being subtle, it's getting what they want but not in brutal way like Targs are known for, because it doesn't matter whether you have a dragon or not, but when you are stupid, others will manipulate you and play smart and use you for their own benefit and that's why I don't respect Targs as family because almost all of them act like entitled to everything all the time and their arrogance causes them to be shortsighted and they think just because they wear crown, have dragons that it means they are the most powerful people in the world, but that's wrong, because they are not.

I do think a large appeal of the Targaryens is their dragons which like… fine whatever. Dragons are cool. I think the mythos behind their family is cool. But I think a lot of people maybe project certain ideas of the Targaryens to frankly make them seem more competent or more politically savvy.

Much of the power they wield is in their dragons (for a time) and by telling themselves, and by proxy, others that they should be seen as gods because of said dragons. Once the rider is stripped of that dragon or any some cases does not have one yet, they are isolated or seen as less targaryen. Regardless of how much blood they may have. I think the whole targ family, Jaehaerys with the doctrine in particular, do themselves a disfavor by focusing so much on dragons.

It’s funny you mention this sort of dynamic with the women and their dragons bc Rhaenyra and fmo reader have an interesting (imo) conversation about the privileges and disadvantages of being a dragon rider. How ephemeral power can be when you are a woman in the realm. Rhaenyra was never taught how to access power outside of her name and dragon. A great example would be how weird it was (to me) to have a woman that just ripped a baby out of her hop on a dragon to ~scare~ people. I get it was supposed to be a callback to ep 2 but like ???. It’s just funny bc Rhaenyra doesn’t know how to extend any power bc her father was too incompetent to show her (or even do it himself). In Daemon’s words “dreams didn’t make up kings, dragons did”. Which is just ironic. Rhaenyra and dany, frankly through the men in the lives, really never stood a chance. I think that’s why it is funny when people love these women but can’t even point out the clear system in the Targaryen family that in the end negative affects these women. I personally enjoy book dany, I can’t really speak on her show counterpart much. And I’m still eh about how I feel about both book and show Rhaenyra.

The whole soft power versus hard power, in this context. Because people who use hard power tactics (in this case having literal dragons) would maybe look down on those who use soft power (coercion or economic withdrawal). Fear can only take you so far especially against people who already don’t fuck with you. In general I think there are pros and cons to both ways of political strategy. Certain characters can get away on one versus other based on: gender, resources, race, age, etc

[tobioismylove]

[12:46]

Slumped on the chair, Kunimi looks over at you wearing his volleyball club's jacket, face buried halfway into the collars as you peacefully sleep with your head resting on the table.

Your features were relaxed and soft, the corner of your lips slightly curved up into a smile to whatever dream you were having.

At times like this, Kunimi often wonders how someone like you could fall in love with him. He knew for a fact that he was really unsociable, having little to none energy 24/7 and his resting bitch face didn't help.

People would definitely try to avoid a boring person such as him so why is it that you love him? Why is it that you always give him a soft smile that's reserved only for him and go out of your way to be with him even though he barely shows any affection for you in this relationship?

He knows you've cried your eyes out last night. Your eyes were red and puffy when you arrived at school this morning. He was the reason for it, but yet, you still greeted him this morning with a smile as if he didn't just hurt you last night.

You and him were just chilling in his room yesterday after school when you had asked him if he could be a bit more expressive with you. You meant no harm, only wanting your boyfriend to talk to you when he's stressing over something but Kunimi mistook it.

"You know I'm like this so why do you want me to change now?" was what he said.

One thing led to another before he very rudely asked you to get out of his room and slamming the door on your face. A few minutes after you had left, guilt started creeping inside him and that's how it was most of the time.

"Akira?" He slightly flinches when your fingertips graze his cheek, bringing him out of his trance. "What's going on in your mind? You're frowning so hard." You asked, voice gentle as you were about to pull your hand away, but your boyfriend leans onto it, seeking for more warmth. "Baby, are you ok–"

"I'm sorry." Your boyfriend cuts you off, a sincere apology leaving his lips for the first time since both of you started dating. "I'm sorry for yesterday. And any other days where I've hurt you with my actions and words." Your eyes widened, mouth opening and closing as you were at a loss for words.

Kunimi Akira was never the one to apologize, moreover with words. So it really shocked you to see him apologizing, eyes never daring to look into yours as he leans his head onto your hand.

"I love you for who you are, Akira. So don't ever question why I love you out of all people." You stated firmly, knowing very well what was going on in his head with just a look at his expression.

"You can't express your feelings with words and I understand that. But that doesn't mean you make me unhappy. Yesterday I said such a thing because I want you to be able to communicate with me when something's bothering you." You smiled, thumb caressing his cheek. "Have you noticed the way you always hold my hand when we're walking back home? The way you cover the sharp edges of the desk when I bend down to pick up something? The way you always lend me your jacket when I'm cold or the way you just absolutely insult the fuck out of guys who judges me? Yeah, that's your love language." Kunimi blinks multiple times.

"I… I must've saved the world in my past life to be getting a gift like you." You laugh at his words, retrieving your hands from his cheeks to hold his hand under the desk. "You're very expressive with your words today." He smiles, leaning his head on your shoulder. "Once in a lifetime thing. Treasure this moment cause I won't be like this anymore." Chuckling, you pressed a kiss on the crown of his head as he nuzzled into your neck. "I love you, Y/N. Please always remember that."

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[smoochkooks]

—christmas cream(pie) ; (m.)

⟶ pairing: jeon jungkook/reader

⟶ genre: established relationship, smut, fluff

⟶ word count: 3.6k

⟶ summary:  a day before christmas dinner with your boyfriend's parents, you discover another alternative way to use the chocolate cream you’re making. jungkook is more than willing to indulge in your little fantasy.

⟶ warnings: explicit sexual content, food play, finger-sucking, spit kink, dirty talk, oral (f) receiving, slight choking but nothing too extreme, unprotected sex, creampie, jungkook being the sweetest boyfriend on the earth and your emotional support, tooth-rooting domestic fluff:(

a/n: hi!! this is my little christmas present for you. hope you enjoy what my brain came up with yesterday<3 ps. i also dont know what kind of fic title this is.

Christmas secure a top spot on your own self-made list of holidays. You enjoy practically every aspect of it. The food, decorating your house, songs, movies, the whole magical aura of warmth and love – you name it.

But this year though, you're fiddled with anxiety because it's the first time you're going to celebrate with your boyfriend Jungkook and his parents.  

You've been dating for two lovely years, living in a shared apartment for almost six months but somehow you've never spent any major holiday together. Until now, it actually felt like a step bigger than moving in. Choosing to be with your families and celebrate separately was never an issue for both of you.

And foolishly, you thought this year would be no like the other, that you'll kiss your sweet boyfriend goodbye before Christmas Eve and reunite after the whole shenanigans would end. But to your surprise, Jungkook had different plans for you.  

“Y-your parents did what?”  

“They invited us for a Christmas dinner.” he repeated calmy, completely unfazed by the pure shock marring your features.

He was sprawled on the couch, hair messy and falling onto his forehead because he had been avoiding barbershops lately (it wasn’t like you minded it–if anything, it made him look even sexier). He was wearing your favorite pair of sweats that had a soy sauce stain on the left knee and a simple black t-shirt, yet for you he looked like an angel sent from the above and devil reincarnated at the same time. So deliciously domestic and soft it almost made you wanna jump him right here and there, if it wasn't for the more nagging matters that you had yet to discuss with him.  

“But,” you stuttered, brain too consumed by nerves to help you formulate coherent sentences. “I was visiting your parents in Busan over summer.”  

“Yeah, but it's been a while and they really want to see you again,” he said, raising from his spot. He came up to you, his tall, lean body towering over your form. The moment you saw his sparkly doe eyes boring holes into yours, you knew you were approximately twenty seconds from giving in. “Pretty please.” he tried again, palms cupping your flushed cheeks until you had no choice but to agree.  

“Okay.”  

Jungkook grinned in response and leaned to press a chaste kiss onto your lips. “Love you, baby.” He tasted like spicy noodles and soda but you ignored it, mustering a small smile.  

“Love you too.” you said, always meaning those three little words because truly, you could never resist Jeon Jungkook and his charms. He had you wrapped around his finger more than you'd ever admit and you'd simply do anything to make him happy, even if that meant stressing over a Christmas dinner with his parents.  

“They really like you, ___. You have nothing to worry about.” Jungkook murmured upon kissing your nose, and then forehead. “My mom is already so excited to see you. She said she would make an apple pie because you once mentioned you liked it.”

You leaned into his touch, slightly less angry you had been surprised with a revelation like that but at the same time still apprehensive and filled with nerves. “You aren't making this easier, you know?” you asked.  

Jungkook sent you an apologetic smile. “You're amazing, baby. You don't need to convince my parents again that you're the right person for me,” he said, hands finding purchase on your waist and pulling you closer to him. “All you have to do is smile and compliment my mom's cooking skills. And maybe ask dad about fishing. You know he's been crazy about it lately.”

Easier said than done, you thought to yourself. Jungkook was a natural when it came to bewitching people. Your parents adored him because he knew all the right words to make them fall for his charms. He didn’t have to try hard or pretend to be someone else in order to be accepted as their daughter’s partner.  

You, on the other hand, were on a different side of the spectrum. No matter how many times Jungkook reassured you of your worth, you still had a lot of insecurities to deal with. That was just who you were as a person. Maybe it was why you clicked so well together. You needed someone to be your second Sun.

“You got his.” With a final kiss onto the crown of your head, Jungkook left you standing in the middle of the living room, and all you could think about was a fricking apple pie and finding new ways to impress your boyfriend's parents. 

Hence way you're currently in the kitchen, blender in your right hand as you mix the ingredients for the most extra chocolate cake you've ever made, determination written all over your features like you’re competing in the final Bake Off episode.

And why is that? Because your brain couldn't let you sleep peacefully at night if you didn't decide to bake your own cake for Jungkook's mother. It started innocently, slowly getting information out of your boyfriend about his parents' favorite food. Of course, you had to be clever about it, so he wouldn't suspect anything too early into the game. That's why after asking a round of rather specific questions you lured him into a blowjob because you know he usually loses his goddman mind after a good dick sucking.  

Content with your plan, you're now a day before the Christmas dinner, Jungkook's mother's beloved cake almost ready to be put into the oven.

“Babe, I'm home!” you hear Jungkook calling from the corridor. You sent him to do some (un)necessary grocery shopping so you could have a time for yourself to prepare the cake without him looking over your shoulder and analyzing your every move. You really hate when people do that because you’re more likely to screw something when you’re being watched.

“Let me taste it then,” he says, grabby hands reaching for the bowl but you quickly swat them away.  

“I'm here!” you shout back, unplugging the blender once you're satisfied with your chocolate cream.  

“What is the smell?” Jungkook asks, entering the kitchen. “Oh,” he quips, placing grocery bags on the floor. “You made this?”  

“Mhmm,” you hum, dipping a finger into the bowl and then putting it into your mouth. It tastes good, not too sweet but at the same time it still has a strong chocolate flavor. Perfect.

“Wash your hands first.”  

“Wait,” You can almost hear the gears shifting in his brain. His grip on your waist tightens as you desperately try to stifle the laugh babbling in your throat. “This is my mom's favorite cake.” 

Jungkook dramatically salutes you, even though you see him smirking under his breath. Once his hands are all clean and dry, you feel his arms encircling your body from the back. “Is this for me?” he murmurs, obviously referring to the cake.

“Nope. It's for tomorrow's Christmas dinner.” 

That’s why you break into a smile, pulling him for a quick peck. “You can taste my cream now.” you say.  

“Great observation.”

“And you said you were making it for the Christmas dinner,” Jungkook continues, “Which means you did this purposely.” he finishes, twirling your body so you're now facing him.  

“You said she would make me an apple pie so I thought I could reciprocate the kindness and do the same,” An innocent smile tugs at your lips. “Besides, the more food the better.” 

Jungkook snorts. “So here's why you were asking me all those weird questions lately.”

Your eyes widen. “You paid attention to that?”

“Babe, I might be a simple man who enjoys seeing his girlfriend sucking his dick but it doesn't mean I don't listen to you,” he says, sounding slightly offended but you know that deep down he's amused by the whole situation. “You didn't have to do that, you know?”  

You let out a long sigh. “I know but... I just felt so weird. Your parents are so happy to see us, they are doing all those preparations and I couldn't stop thinking about doing something to impress them in return,” you murmur. “So they wouldn't think it preparing a whole celebratory dinner for their son and his girlfriend was actually pointless.” you add in a smaller voice, dropping your head down.   

“Baby,” Jungkook coos, fingers grasping your chin so you could look him in the eye again. “You're an amazing person. My parents know that too. You don't have to prove them your worth. Ever.”  

His words make you relax visibly. You don’t know what you would do if you didn’t have Jungkook by your side. He’s just being himself, showing you his extremely caring side as he usually does when you feel down but somehow you’re more thankful for this now.

You dip your index finger into the cream. Then, making sure his eyes are trained on your face, you bring your finger up and envelop with your lips, purposely sucking on it obscenely. “Mmm,” you nothing but moan. “It’s really good.”

“That sounded awfully sexual.”  

“No, it did not! You're just perverted.” 

“But you love me anyway, don't you?” 

You snort at his stupid remark. Suddenly, a not-so-innocent idea pops in your mind and you wonder who’s actually the one with more inappropriate thoughts running through their head. Jungkook might enjoy teasing you on daily basis, but a girl can have her fun too, right?  

Jungkook's eyes darken seeing your little stunt you’ve decided to pull today. He bites the inside of his cheek, before saying,”’I know what game you’re playing.”  

“I’m not doing anything.” you respond, feigning innocence. Before you can dive for more cream, Jungkook grabs your wrist and stops you.  

Bingo.  

When he takes his two fingers and plunges them into the cream, you know exactly what’s coming next, the adrenaline and excitement pumping through your veins. He brings his fingers up towards your face and you have to fight an urge to stay still, waiting for his instructions like the good girl you obviously are. “Open up, baby.”  

You oblige immediately, mouth falling open and tongue out. He pushes his fingers inside, sweet, chocolate cream filling your taste buds. “Suck.” he says simply, eyes fixated on your lips. You do it without a second thought, swirling your tongue around his digits and making sure to lick every last drop of the substance.  

When he decides he can't take it anymore, he pulls his fingers out of your mouth and before you can even blink, he crashes his lips onto yours; fast, messy and unforgiving, thrusting his tongue inside to play with yours. His motives are clear: you aren’t leaving the kitchen without getting properly fucked.  

“So sweet,” he murmurs against your lips, the hand around your waist pulling you flush against him. “My cute girlfriend thought she could tease me and get away with it.”  

He bites onto your lower lip as to prove his point and you whimper. “It’s not like that,” you manage to say, grinding yourself against the evident bulge in his pants. “I didn’t expect to get away with it.”  

Jungkook's hands travel to the backs of your thighs and he lifts you up effortlessly, placing you on the counter. You’re sure there are traces of flour still on it but you couldn’t care less right now, not when a pair of hands roughly nudges your legs apart so he could stand in between them.

“So you did it purposely,” Jungkook leaves your mouth in favor of tracing kisses down your neck. Careful not to marry your skin with hickeys because you would beat the shit out of him if he did bruise your neck a day before the dinner with his parents. “Naughty girl.” He punctuates his statement with a bite to your earlobe, his next words being whispered directly into your ear. “What should I do with you, then?”  

You whimper, your thighs pressing together just hearing the tone of his voice. You lace your fingers through the locks at the back of his hair and place a kiss against his lips. “Fuck me?” you ask in a saccharine-sweet tone.  

He chuckles in response, fingers grasping your t-shirt and pulling it off you, revealing your bare chest to his hungry eyes. He wastes no time and latches his mouth onto a nipple but as soon as his tongue meets your hardened bud, he retreats. Confused, you watch as he reaches for the bowl once again and dips his fingers into the cream. He then smears it all over your nipples, a proud smirk caught on his lips when he leans back to admire his art work.  

“Kook,” you mewl, too pathetically for your liking and you know how much it’ll stroke his ego. “Please, touch me.” you plea, one of your hands reaching to pull him closer to you.

“Yeah?” His chuckle is almost sinister. “Look at you, all dirty and begging me so nicely. Not that smart with your mouth now, are you?”  

All you manage is a nod and meek “Please,” that quickly morphs into a drawn out moan when he finally dips his head to suck your nipple into his hot mouth. You never could have guessed that the idea of food play would be so arousing to you but here you are, pussy clenching around nothing when your sweet boyfriend licks chocolate cream off your boobs.

When he’s done and satisfied with the result, he grabs your sweatpants and pulls them down along with your underwear in one go, your bare ass meeting with the cold marble of your kitchen counter. Jungkook wastes no time and spreads your legs apart, not giving you a second to shy away from his burning gaze before he dives in to lick a stripe up your slit.  

You cry out in pleasure when his tongue finds your clit and gives it a sharp suck, his hands grabbing your ankles and bending your knees so he could have a full access to your glistening core. You’re absolutely drenched, dripping down your thighs and making a mess on Jungkook's face but he doesn’t mind it a bit, eating you out like a champ you know he is.  

“So wet,” he rasps against your cunt. “Messy girl.”

To make matters worse (or better) he takes his sweet time and lets a glob of his spit mix with your arousal because Jungkook, much like you, enjoys giving a head more than anything in the world and makes it his priority to see you lose it on his tongue. You’re positive you will come like this if he keeps continuing abusing your clit just right. He knows your pussy like the back of his hand. Knows what makes you keen, how to make you eyes roll to the back of your head. It fuels his ego to see you like this; helpless and utterly devoted to the pleasure and you don’t even mind when he brags about it later. How could you if you benefit so much from it?  

Suddenly, he grunts into your cunt and your brows furrow because it’s not the sound you’re used to hearing during sex. You look down to check what’s wrong but he’s already up and in level with your eyes, a sheepish smile adoring his features.  

“Neck cramp,” he explains, his palm massaging the back of his neck. “Eating pussy is easier on the bed.” You can’t help but giggle, replacing his hand with yours and providing him a temporary relief. “I’m sorry. Were you close?” he asks. 

There he is. Your sweet, caring boyfriend who never forgets to ask for consent before railing you into the mattress and always putting your pleasure before his own.  

“Mhmm,” you hum, grasping his t-shirt and lifting it off his body. It should be considered a sin to look like this, you think to yourself. “But I want to come on your cock instead.”  

Jungkook grins, quickly pulling down his pants and underwear. His cock slaps against his stomach, pride swelling in your chest because you know you can make him this hard without your touch. “How do you want it?” he asks, guaranteeing himself a moment of relief when he gives his cock a few pumps, spreading precum all over his length.

“Like that,” you answer, gesturing at your current position on the counter. “Wanna see you.”  

“Anything for my pretty girl.”  

If you weren't already red, you would have blushed at his cute words. The sentiment doesn’t last long though, your face twisting in ecstasy when he lines himself up with your entrance and starts pushing inside, the stretch deliciously burning. “Oh my god, Kook,” you whimper, hand clutching onto his biceps for support. “So big. You feel so good.” He groans, slithering himself deeper. His forehead rests onto yours, few ragged breaths before you murmur, “You can move.”

He sets a punishing pace from the beginning, fucking you hard and fast; wet, slapping noises filling the kitchen. You’re a blubbering mess, moaning incoherently as he splits your pussy open, thrust after thrust. “Yeah, fucking take it,” Jungkook rasps, grabbing your hips even harder, no doubt leaving there marks. “Cream my cock like a good girl.”  

You mewl in response, your eyes focusing on his parted lips. “J-jungkook,” you stutter, head completely deprived of rational thoughts. “Spit in my mouth.” It’s almost a breathless plea on your tongue.  

He curses, his right hand squeezing your cheeks. “Open.” You do it right away, nearly moaning when he purses his lips and spits, eyes almost bulging out of his head when he sees you swallow it greedily. “Dirty fucking girl.” he growls.

“B-but you love it, right?” you whimper, eyes glossy because he's hitting that spot inside your pussy that makes your toes curl. “L-love when I’m like this just for you.”  

“Fuck, yeah I do,” Jungkook says, placing his hand around your throat. He doesn’t apply pressure and simply rests it there, urging you to look directly at him. “I love when my pretty baby becomes a dirty slut for me.” He punctuates his words with a harsh buck of his hips that makes you cry out.

You can't take it anymore. “K-kook,” you whine, grabbing his wrist and urging him to squeeze your throat. “I love you.”  

Despite his hand around your neck and cock abusing your cunt, he breaks into a smile. He leans down to kiss you on your putty lips. You try to keep up with him but there’s no use for that, so you just open your mouth and let him slither his tongue inside. When he pulls away, your lips are wet with saliva. Messy, but you wouldn’t exchange it for anything less. “Love you too, baby.” he groans in a strained voice, dragging his cock fast through your walls.

As if reading your mind, his thumb reaches to rub fast circles on your clit. “’m so close,” you mumble, thighs shaking.

“C'mon, pretty. Wanna see you come around me.” Jungkook murmurs, gone is his dominant aura, it’s now only his gentle voice coaxing you into an earth-shattering orgasm.  

When you come down from your high, you’re swatting his fingers away from your core. Normally you would probably indulge into it more, but oversensitivity seems to be too much to handle for you today. Jungkook thrusts his hips a few more times and follows right after you, groaning your name and spilling himself inside.  

“That was nice.” he comments breathlessly  and you can’t help but chuckle, widing your arms around his neck and pulling him for a well-deserved kiss.  

“I’m too tired to move my legs and somebody needs to finish the cake,” you pout, not an ounce of exaggeration in your statement because that’s utterly true–you’re always too spent after a round of fucking with Jungkook to even go to the bathroom on your own. He gladly carries you there in his arms bridal-style every, single time.

“It's okay, sweetheart. I’ll do it.” he says, making you giggle under your breath triumphantly.  

You might be willing to do everything for you boyfriend but if anything, you’re equal in that department.  

“I’m also pretty sure there’s flour on my ass.”  

Jungkook raises his brow at you. “That I’m not going to clean.”  

“Fine. But next time I'm putting whipped cream on your dick.” you decide.  

When he pulls out of you, his cum spills out of your hole but he's quick to catch the droplets and push them back inside you with his fingers. “You’re a little minx, you know that, right?” he says and then licks his digits clean.  

“You love me anyway.” He grins, leaning to kiss you but he stops mid-way. “What is it?” you ask, raising your brows.

“Since I came inside you, we can call it a creampie, right?”  

Still slightly dazed after sex, you’re not quick enough to realise what he implies before it’s too late. “I mean yes but–oh my god. No, no, no! Stop!”  

“Cream-pie!”  

“I hate you!”  

“And I love you too.”  

After all, you were worrying about the dinner too much, as always.  

Everybody complimented your cake. Jungkook's mother was delighted. His father talked about fishing for almost an hour.

But your sweet boyfriend's smirking face as he ate the cake was telling you were in for a long night of sinning in your bed as soon as you went back home.  

And he obviously didn’t disappoint.  

[ultranos]

Ursa as regent in the tiniest firelord au is really *chef's kiss*, like imagine all the possibilities! 🙌 What happens next?

So when we last left our motley crew, the Gaang had just breached the bunker and Zuko has come face to face with his mother for the first time in years. And the Gaang is very surprised to learn of the existence of another Fire Nation Royal.

This is, in Suki's professional opinion, an absolute clusterfuck.

There really is no other word. None whatsoever. Suki is fresh out of any other vocabulary to express the degree to how unbelievably bad and awkward this situation is.

Zuko isn't answering Aang's question. Which, rude. They very much deserve some kind of explanation, any kind of explanation really. One that could hopefully answer "Zuko why is your mom ready to fight us?"

Or "who the hell is Azula?"

Or Suki's personal favorite: "did you just forget about the entire other heir to the throne who was not struck from the line of succession?"

But really, she's not picky.

"It wasn't important," Zuko mutters.

(Okay, that's a lie. She is, and she's also been trying really hard to give Zuko the benefit of the doubt. Even after he burned her island. But the others vouched for him having changed. But silt and sand, it's hard to not see a similar kind of carelessness in forgetting to mention his sister's existence.

Suki'd rather lose an arm than forget one of her sisters, and none of them share a tie of actual blood.)

The little girl peeking out from behind the stone throne, the one with the Fire Lord crown (because yes, Suki did pay attention to her lessons and does know what that hair ornament means) has an impressive scowl. "Mom, I told you Zuzu wouldn't care."

"Don't call me that!" he snaps at her.

"Zuko!" his mother says, sounding disappointed.

Zuko isn't the only one who recoils a little at that tone. He turns to the woman and says in a softer voice, "Mom, I don't...how are you here? Why is Azula wearing that? Where's dad?"

If anything, the girl's scowl gets fiercer, but she doesn't flinch. (Suki's impressed despite herself.) "I'm the Fire Lord, dumb-dumb, why else would I wear it?"

Zuko's mom looks heavenward. "Azula..."

"He asked."

Katara apparently decides to take pity. "You're, um, rather young. I think is where your...brother...was trying to go."

Azula shrugs. "Dad died," she says, matter-of-fact, like she didn't just drop an absolute bombshell. "Fire Sage Koga tried to tell you to come home, but you wouldn't. So he told me I had to."

"Excuse me, did you say Fire Lord Ozai died?" Sokka asks for all of them.

"Almost three years ago," Zuko's mom confirms as Azula nods.

Zuko makes a strangled noise. "Three years?! I could have been home, I could have had the throne for three years?!"

"It's mine, dumb-dumb." Suki can easily hear the challenge in the kid's voice.

"You stole it!"

"Did not!"

"Okay, HOLD IT," Aang yells before diplomacy can degrade any further. "This...this isn't helping us figure this out."

"What's there to figure out?" Toph asks. "We came here to help you beat Fire Lord Ozai, Twinkletoes. That job's already done, so what else is there?"

"Well, technically, I think I'm supposed to defeat the Fire Lord and bring balance back. But I really don't want to fight at all right now," he adds quickly when Zuko's mom (Suki should really ask her name at some point) tenses.

"That, I think, we can agree on, Avatar."

"If you have to defeat the Fire Lord, does that really mean combat?" Suki wonders aloud. "Or can it be, like, at cards?"

Azula looks over at her and her eyes go wide as she stares. Suki shifts slightly, wondering if she's got something on her face or anything out of place. "Mom," she hisses, "Mom, she looks like Kyoshi."

Suki blinks at the weird non-sequitur. Then again, kids? "I'm one of the Kyoshi Warriors. Our uniforms are in remembrance of Avatar Kyoshi."

The little girl edges out from behind the throne. "The Kyoshi Warriors still exist?" She starts moving closer, looking incredibly interested. "What about Rangi? Are those stories true too?"

(Zuko's mom pinches the bridge of her nose. "Of course now I regret making her learn about the Avatars...")

Suddenly, Aang zips up next to the girl, eyes bright and a familiar grin on his face. He taps Azula on the shoulder. She whirls towards him, immediately sinking into a defensive stance. Aang clears his throat.

"Tag. You're it, Fire Lord."

And then zips to the other corner of the room.

Everyone's still for a moment. Then, Azula recovers and chases after the Avatar with a cry. "Hey, get back here!"

Which leads to the incredibly bizarre sight of the pint-sized Fire Lord attempt to play Tag with a master airbender, which as far as contests go, is almost certainly one Aang is going to win.

Well, Suki supposes that a victory on a technicality is still a victory.

[lubdubsworld]

thats just mean…

how am i supposed to function thinking about dilf jk with a dock piercing 😭😭

Dilf Jungkook, 33 years old with a three year old son that he drops off at the daycare everyday.

He is always dressed in a crisp three piece suit, an expensive gold Rolex at his wrist with shoes so polished they reflect light. The youngest CEO in the country, Jungkook is the poster child for the perfect guy, bitter divorce with his ex wife notwithstanding. He has a very balanced life, volunteers at animal shelters, teaches art for very young kids during the weekends and also has a dance channel on youtube where he likes posting his choreographies.

He’s incredibly kind, sweet and his son is the most polite kid in the entire day care.

The fist time oc realizes that he has a dick piercing is when he walks into the metal detector at the Daycare’s gates. When the guard looks confused and an  abashed Jungkook pulls oc aside and says.

“I know this is incredibly inappropriate ma'am and i apologize profusely . I usually take it out after sex but I guess I must’ve left it in. “

Oc merely gapes at him, having no clue what he’s on about.

“I have a prince albert’s. “

“A what?”

“Uh... a piercing.”

“A piercing..in your...”

Jungkook merely raises a brow, biting his lower lip and smirking lightly .

That is the beginning of the end for Oc because now everytime she sees him she can’t stop fucking thinking of his cock or how that piercing would feel inside her

~~~~~~~~~

After the unfortunate incident with the metal detector, she tries to move on but its hard because clearly the man doesn't want to. For some reason, he makes it a point to be at the school everyday to pick his son up , when all these months it was usually one of his friends or his nanny. And Jungkook is anything but subtle with the staring.

"Papaw.... for you... " Little Jisung is all cheerful smiles and bright laughter as he toddles over to his dad, a haphazardly made paper crown clutched in chubby little fists. OC watches the scene fondly, Jisung is so adorable and Jungkook is a great father.

"Wow....Who helped you make that...." Jungkook asks brightly and Jisung quickly turns, pointing right at her.

"Ms. Kim..." He shrieks happily and Jungkook grins at her too and she can't help but smile back. Jungkook makes his way over and bows politely.

"You're so good with him. Thank you so much for all that you do." He says sincerely and she bites her lips as he hesitates for a second, looking young a boyish as he looks anywhere but at her, running his hands through his hair and laughing a little coyly.

"Uh.. As a sign of appreciation... Could I... uh... take you out to dinner some time?"

Its OC's turn to blush, her ears heating up.

"I... Thank you Mr.Jeon. "

"Call me Jungkook."

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Dinner isn't at some fancy restaurant with romantic lights and fine dining. Instead they meet up at Jungkook's place for lunch on a Sunday afternoon. She expects a penthouse with expensive furnishings but is pleasantly surprised to see that Jungkook lives with his hyung's family, Kim Seokjin a recently retired actor who was one of the most talented and prolific actors in the country.

OC is a little star struck to say the least. Seokjin's wife , Gina is a doctor and she reminds OC of an overly excited Golden retriever and its not just the hair. The pair have three kids , all between 2 and five years of age and there are two dogs, a sleepy brown Doberman, called Bam and a white fluffy Maltese named Cloud.

In other words, its like stepping into a chaotic bullpen.

"Jungkook has been talking a lot about you and how good you are with kids. Between him and Jisung, i feel like I've already known you for years." Gina says fondly , dressed the way most mothers are and OC wonders why she assumed that because of their wealth, people like Gina and Jungkook wouldn't be doing their own dishes or cooking.

Because Jungkook is out on the lawn with Seokjin wearing an apron and grilling meat while the kids splashed around on the kiddie pool. Lunch is simply put, a family affair and much to her surprise she doesn't mind at all. Jungkook sits next to her, cuts the meat up for her and keeps her laughing with his little anecdotes, fills her water glass often and occasionally helps her brush the hair off her face. He looks young and carefree and ....nice.

OC is a little in love.

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She doesn't get to see the actual dick piercing till the fifth date, this time at her apartment and after dinner and a movie and a lazy make out session on the couch, Jungkook carries her to the bedroom and drops her on the bed, tugging his soft grey shirt off and crawling over her on all fours, going straight for the bra strap behind her. He strips her naked really quickly and in no time she's gasping into his hair and clenching around his fingers, as he tongues the hard bud of her nipple before biting down gently.

"So beautiful..." He shifts a bit and she feels it, something small and cool and metallic brushing her thigh and she blushes.

"Is. ... is that..?" She can't even say it.

Jungkook pulls back to grin at her.

"Here..." He pulls back kneels over her, knees on either side of her waist as straddles her, mouth watering abs on display and sweat slick hair falling into his face and grins. Staring right at her, he pumps his cock lazily, not an ounce of shame.

OC can't keep the eye contact and lets her gaze drop to where his hand is working over his hard length and....yup.

That's a dick piercing.

Good God.

Needless to say she finds out that Jungkook's dick piercing does in fact feel very, very, very good inside her.

[myladyofmercy]

young royals rewatch

episode 6

i love this opening montage so much

right until the credits come up over wille screaming

wish we got that scream scene without the credits for edits tho

the little girl looks at simon as if she personally has seen the video

it must be so weird to see your face on a magazine cover. i wonder what the article says

he's wearing purple (in solidarity with simon)

you have nothing to apologize for wille baby

did simon go to the police tho?

love the little detail of clothes we seen on the show already laying folded up on the washing machine

is the floor of the library so clean that they can lie and sit on it? aren't there any chairs?

august just listening to the theories like the little bitch he is

I'm calling the cops if you don't leave

i love stellas clothing style so much

sara putting 1 and 2 together

rosh and ayub are back!!!

i have not seen kim ks sex tape and i don't intend to watch it

I really hope simon doesn't change schools in s2. I'm with rosh on that one

why is the sky so yellow? light pollution?

willes pajama pants from ep 2 are back

august you little shit stop spitting live lessons and spill the truth

fish scene flashback

the looney tunes shirt is back

first kiss fit

yellow tshirt, yellow shirt, yellow backpack. i know you're the center of willes universe but do you really have to look like the sun?

footsies

wille matches the blue background but simon sticks out like a sore thumb

this scene is so poweful even without a kiss

oh no i know what's coming

sara pls don't do this

she's wearing purple (in solidarity with simon)

wilhelm doesn't have everything he has nothing you piece of shit

and he will lose simon because of you too

oh doobidoo i wanna be like you u u

why does sara look kinda sad when august kisses her neck tho?

as someone who rarely sits at the dining table for dinner and watches tv during 99% of meals i relate to simon and his mom

how does felice dress fit sara so well tho?

simon you are not her father

linda you are her mother. pls act like that more often or i will have to rewoke your best mom card

the star behind simons head looks very pretty

simon saying annan and dum in this conversation makes me think of certain songs by a certain artist

sara and wilhelm both called simon fin

why do felice and maddie have their own bathroom and wille the crown prince has to share with the other guys on his floor?

the mirror shot of them on the floor

i don't think simon really believes wille will tell the truth

it's their last kiss and it breaks my heart

the sad scarf is back

why do the subtitles say how do you do??? simon says good day. that is way more formal than how do you do! simon isn't joey from friends

this car conversation is so frustratingly sad

love how many words i understand bc they sound so similar to the german word in this conversation

let wille and simon have sex in his royal bed in s2 petition

willes tie looks very yellow (simon anyone?)

why is rosh never included in eriksson family time?

poor simon

(love his sweater tho)

who put the name joakim for willes second bodyguard out there? is it canon?

i hate this scene so much

simon did the right thing even though it breaks his (and willes AND MY) heart

hemlighet

love how we see simon leaving blurry in the background

felice being the best detective

also she calls the guy she asks where willes room is edvin

why isn't there a bodyguard in front of willes room?

willes little flinch when he sees simon on the screen

yes the confrontation scene!!!

august is working out again. of course.

why didn't wille mention erik in this scene tho? something like erik told me i could trust you

edvins acting is so good in this scene. rising star award winner indeed.

this phone call hurts so much

love how him hanging up stops the background music and we are left with silence until the match strikes and the choir begins singing

wille and simon are wearing so much more hair product than they did during the whole rest of the season

god jul

the sad scarf is back again

is simon talking with sime choir kids?

falling

we are falling now

förlåt

jag älskar dig

hoppas du fan en fin jul

tack simon

running with a crown on your head

he wants to run bad so badly

city's on fire but it's beautiful

chills literal chills

i hope they continue with the 4th wall breaks in s2

i love this show

i hate this show

[themandylion]

Jaytim 70+54?? (Secret relationship+locked in a room)? 👀👀 Love your work!!!!! Have a wonderful day <3

Aww, thank you, you're very sweet. 😊

70 (Locked in a Room) + 54 (Secret Relationship) + JayTim

I like twists, so actually the secret relationship would be that Jason is, in fact… getting therapy! Because he realizes that this is a thing he should be doing, what with all the baggage he has (it's so much baggage) over the dying and the coming back but also, like. He was orphaned?? He lived on the streets?? He suddenly got adopted by one of the richest men in the country just out of nowhere?? He can't talk about the danger he experienced as Robin because civilian therapist, but he does admit that he really wanted to reconnect with his birth mom, but that didn't go well and she ended up dying after selling him out to a very bad man and getting him killed. (He can talk about the fact that he literally died and came back because this is DC universe and that's just. Tuesday. Everyone kinda knows at least one resurrected person, it's the in-universe equivalent of Six Degrees of Kevin Bacon.)

Anyway. Part of this whole therapy thing is Jason realizing that oh shit. He really shafted Tim while he was a frothing hot mess of Pit rage and hormones and oh no. He literally beat up a child?? Nearly killed him? On multiple occasions??? He's the worst ever, can never be allowed near Tim again, nearly sends himself to prison, but Bruce stops him. (Bruce doesn't want to deal with the headache of constantly monitoring Jason to make sure he doesn't kill any of the other inmates. That was such a pain, last time!)

But it's all a lot to deal with and he definitely goes out of his way to be nowhere near Tim. Problematic because Tim is living in his fancy-shmancy apartment on Park Row and Jason really wants to get after him for trying to gentrify the neighborhood, but that would involve face-to-face interaction!! So instead he just sabotages Tim's water. And power. Sewage. Internet.

His crowning glory is when he successfully seed-bombs Tim's roof (idiot doesn't rake out his eaves as often as he should) and then calls in a few favors to get Ivy to hurry things up a little. Within a week, Tim has several full-grown ficus trees breaking through his ceilings and walls and everything and the theater house is a lost cause. Thank god he saved his fish.

Tim isn't as much of an idiot as Jason thinks, though, and he knows this has to somehow be the handiwork of Poison Ivy. He drops in to visit Harley and they have a great big gossip fest where he lets her do his nails and they both bitch about obnoxious controlling bosses and Harley admits that Red Hood asked Ivy to take care of that rich kid's place over in Crime Alley.

Tim is just like, "O RLY" and starts plotting. He plots so hard. It's not particularly good or effective plotting because he's currently back at the manor and Damian keeps trying to murder him in his sleep and any time he tries to complain Dick and Bruce just laugh and say Damian's still adjusting and puberty is very difficult for some people. Tim would beg to differ. Most people can handle puberty without resorting to actual-fact murder attempts and it is hard to get enough sleep when he has to always keep one eye open and wear a gas mask at night after the unfortunate incident with the chlorine gas. Hilarious.

Eventually, he ends up outsourcing his plotting to Babs, who comes up with the brilliant idea of asking Jason to visit, having Tim come at the same time, and trapping them in the elevator of her building together. She and Tim think that this will for sure net answers for why Jason destroyed Tim's home, but instead Jason escapes through the ceiling of the elevator, Tim has to follow, and they end up making out on the roof. She isn't sure how this happened, she doesn't have cameras in the elevator shaft, but she is very curious.

The mystery is never solved.

[callilouv]

Just out or curiosity, what do you think my ship dynamic with my biases would be? They're Xiao, Ganyu, Shenhe, Kazuha, Maki, Yuji, Yuta, and Inumaki

eheheh everything is under the cut because its so long and I mean extremely long😭 have fun reading either way ehe <3

XIAO X JING

ok so like I feel ya'll would have this "actually sweet person that wants to make ppl happy x tsundere that melts for them but refuses to acknowledge the fact that they are, indeed, falling" FJSJHD IDKK I feel like he'd be a bit mean at first (not surprised) but once u two like,, get to know each other better, he'd be a little bit more soft he's still mean but he does little things for u like watching over you during your commissions in case u get hurt, leaving anonymous notes in ur room for when u come back saying "smiley yanxiao has your food prepared already, hurry before it gets cold." YEAH ALL THAT ITS RLLY CUTE FJKHS <33

GANYU X JING

OKOKO "overworked bb x the concerned gf that always has to remind the other to take care of themselves" LMAO I feel like even though shes working, she always has u in her mind hejhkf <3 when she comes back home, she'd always have some flowers and food that she knows u like <33 she could be wandering around liyue harbor doing her duties and then suddenly, she' buying some food for u two to enjoy later <3 omg she probably gets flustered at her own thoughts of you KJSHDV LIKE,, she could literally be thinking abt u and her making flower crowns for each other and she'd be vv red in the face LMAOHJGS she's such a precious bb pls give her love and affection, she loves it even though she chickens out sometimes <3 she doesn't mean to refuse ur affections but sometimes its just too much for her to handle yk? like "woah this woman is holding me like no-one else ever did wow is she hugging me? oh my god shes so warm is it bad that I want to kiss her?wdugfheurvhf *sort circuits*" shes gay panicking so bad pls help her HSHKAS

MAKI X JING

pre-shibuya I feel like she'd be vv protective of you ESPECIALLY if you're not a shaman, she would bring u to her training sessions with Panda and Toge bc she won't be at home a lot so why not bring you with her LMAO Panda and Toge probably teases Maki a lot when ur not around and it almost always ends up in Maki chasing panda and toge around the school FJSJHGSD lets you wear her glasses ehe <3 she thinks u look vv cute in em AND SAME GOES FOR HER CLOTHES !! a part of her just goes "dkhsHGDKJG" when she sees u wear her shirt <3 shes straight up gay-panicking LMAO post-shibuya cw : post-shibuya manga spoilers !!! I think at this point shes like,, yk,, traumatized from the Shibuya incident FKJHSD <//3 shes a bit more silent now and more stoic-ish and its just so sad, man, fuck Shibuya <///3 oh also, I hc that shes a bit insecure of her burn scars so when u have soft, intimate moments w her and yk calling her beautiful, she goes "you don't think my scars are ugly? :(" still a bad bitch though and we love her for that <3 URGH I WANT TO HUG POST-SHIBUYA MAKI SO BAD but I think we can all agree that she became 29846x hotter

YUJI X JING

bro yall r so cute istg "chaotic cinnamon roll x mature but also a chaotic cinnamon roll" HAHA yuji gives me strong golden retriever vibes A.K.A. absolutely whipped for you <3 Talks a lot about how pretty and wonderful you are to nobara and megumi but sometimes he gets too carried away and talks about you non-stop KJHSDGV what happens next? oh nothing, just nobara and megumi grabbing some duct tape for Yuji's mouth <3 he's just a vv sweet boyfie in general, I love him <33 he's by no means perfect, he has his depressive episodes too but he loves u so much that just looking at u makes him all giddy and happy, soon forgetting abt all of his worries SJKDVG <3333

YUTA X JING

UGH YUTA MY BELOVED <3 hes not ur man anymore jing, that my man now /hj "two softies in love" dynamic fr :( hes vv soft for u and so r u! I can see a lot of playful kisses in the mornings ehe <3 since he has to wake up early for his missions, he takes the time to admire ur sleeping face and its just so skjhfgsdgf if u look close enough, u can see hearts in his eyes fr and before he goes out of the house, he kisses ur forehead and whispers "I love you :)" AND URGH ITS JUST SO SO SWEET, those 3 words that he's too shy/nervous to say to you outwardly so he says in when ur sleeping instead <3 u have definitely tried faked sleeping before bc u were curious abt his morning routine but then u hear him say ily along with a forehead kiss and honestly,, WHO WOULDNT LOSE THEIR COMPOSURE??? I would be grinning like a fool in love for sure AND WHEN HE REALIZES THAT UR NOT ACTUALLY ASLEEP, HIS FACE WOULD TURN SO RED FHSJKHD "I⏤i should get going now before im late" he says while he has his back facing you but u can still see his ears flush a pretty shade of pink ehe <33 bro im just. i. I love him so much pleals;el😭💘

[nishimochas]

❁﹝ enha!tegories ﹞

‣ ⒈  enhypen as some of my favorite cottagecore-esque songs.

❁﹝ lee heeseung as like the dawn by the oh hellos. ﹞

“ and like the dawn, you broke the dark and my whole earth shook. i was sleeping in the garden when i saw you. ”

light crept through the windows over your slumbering figure, heeseung's eyes steady over your face, studying every curve, angle, every dip and crevice. a sigh escapes him, content, as his fingers brush over your features in a soothing manner. the soft simper he wore blooms into a smile as your eyes begin to flutter open. you share his smile with a sleepy one of yours and snuggle closer to his frame.

"good morning, sunshine."

the moniker is met with a chuckle as he leans in to press a gingerly kiss on your crown. your arms circle his frane loosely, savoring the warmth. heeseung's heart swells when his eyes meet yours. he knows he hasn't yet seen a more beautiful sight, and he doubts such a sight to even exist in earth.

to wake up next to you for all the mornings of his life, to have you as his first sight with each break of dawn – nothing would ever compare.

“ you were the brightest shade of sun i had ever seen. ”

.

× 🌼 ×

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❁﹝ jay park jongseong as home by jacob banks ﹞

“ so baby, baby, won't you let me in? i'm knocking on your door so let me in. i just need someone to love, i just need someone to hold. ”

the afternoon had been quaint, pleasant and proper enough for a leisurely nap. you curled up within the blankets as your system drowns out the tv noise, thoughts drifting away. as if in instinct, your hand reaches for the mess of pillows by your side – where jay usually sits, limbs in a tangle with yours as you both doze off. you couldn't hold back a sigh; it wasn't quite like home without him there.

buzz buzz.

you check your phone for the notification. an immediate smile tugs on the corner of your lips upon reading the message.

[ from: jjongddaengie 😎 ]

i'm almost home, baby. wait for me?

and so you set your phone aside and envelope yourself with the soft fabric, fighting the urge to giggle in anticipation. as the white noise of the movie you half paid attention to lulls you to sleep, you enter oblivion in the knowledge that in not very long, jay will come back home and see you as you are. you know you'll be greeted with two arms around your waist and a kiss on the shoulder; and at that moment, you know you'll always find home right where he is.

“ i need someone to kiss goodnight, and to give my heart a home. ”

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× 🌼 ×

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❁﹝ jake shim jaeyoon as coffee by beabadoobee ﹞

“ don't stay awake for too long, don't go to bed; i'll make a cup of coffee for your head, i'll get you up and going out of bed ”

nights like these, when it is calm and the winds are gentle, are best enjoyed with a cup of hot coffee. it's become a habit for you jake to lounge on your front porch, each with a steaming cup with hand as you two chat about everything there is under the sun and beyond. this night was not very different; same seat, same sweaters, same mugs, only this time, there was complete silence between the two of you.

you'd expected it to be tense, for an unsettling echo of quiet to descend between you. but much to your surprise, this... this was comfortable.

"jakey?"

"yes, love?"

you breath almost hitches at his answer – no matter how many times he's been affectionate with you, it'll always feel special. different. like there was no other soul in the entire universe who could ever say it the way jake does.

you take a sip from your coffee cup and glance back at him, wearing a proud grin only he could ever give you.

"let's do this more often."

“ won't you come down and get me? i like it when you hold me tight. ”

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× 🌼 ×

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❁﹝ park sunghoon as yellow by coldplay ﹞

“ look at the stars, look how they shine for you and everything you do; yeah, they were all yellow. ”

driving out at such an ungodly hour was, prior to being an impulse, something you and sunghoon have given much thought to. it was only when the two of you were still wide awake after having tried everything that you hopped into the car for your late night escapade. a song you weren't familiar with played in the radio station to fill the silence, but you were far too focused on counting the billboards to notice.

"twenty two... twenty three... ooo look, it's one of those ads about billboard ads–"

you roll down the car window to see further out, still counting under your breath each time you pass one by. he glances to his side and sees you; you two looked so cliche, almost straight out of a music video. he pulled over at an empty park and your displeasure was immediately made known.

"hey, i wasn't done counting..."

sunghoon chuckles from the driver's seat and pulls you in by the wrist, lips pressing softly against your temple in the most delicate of brushes.

"you can go back to counting when i'm done kissing you."

“ your skin and bones turn into something beautiful. do you know i love you so? ”

.

× 🌼 ×

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❁﹝ kim sunoo as strawberry blonde by mitski ﹞

“ i love everybody because i love you – i dont need the city and i dont need proof. all i need, darling, is a life in your shape; i picture it, soft, and i ache. ”

the sun was especially kind today – it's warmth remained watchful over the grass you and sunoo sat on, but through a veil of clouds so as to not be so glaring. the perfect day for a picnic, as he said so himself. he always goes all out for them; whatever you craved for, he had it all. you looked through his basket with a giggle, noticing a few delicacies he doesn't usually bring.

"why macaroons?", you ask while helping him set up the mat and the containers.

"didn't you say you wanted macaroons last week? i thought i should bring some for you! i tried baking them but they didn't turn out very nice–"

his babbling was halted with a macaroon to the mouth, sending you both into a fit of laughter. you'll never get tired of how considerate he is, how much he pays attention to the things you say and how much sunoo truly cares. you popped a strawberry macaroon into your own mouth and rested your temple against his shoulder. now, you couldn't help but wonder: would it have tasted better if he made it?

“ look at you, strawberry blonde – fields rolling on, i love it when you call my name. ”

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× 🌼 ×

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❁﹝ yang jungwon as santa monica dream by angus and julia stone ﹞

“ goodbye to my santa monica dream – fifteen kids in the backyard drinking wine. you tell me stories of the sea, and the ones you left behind. ”

it's nearing three in the afternoon and jungwon's just about finished with helping you pack. he ushers the last suitcase out and into the car where your father waits for you. it wasn't difficult to tell that he was trying to avoid your gaze.

"hey..." you take his hand in yours, making him see you eye to eye. there's something quite crestfallen with how he looked at you; you had to go and pursue your dream away from home, he knew that, and he was happy for you. but you knew him better than that.

"i'll miss you, dork."

he could only give you a little smile, but it was more than enough. you look behind him and see the fridge door, battered with polaroids, receipts and letters. reminders of you, so he'll never forget.

you wave goodbye and so does he, not caring at all to wipe the tear streaking down his cheek. he'd miss you so and you all the same, but no matter where you are, or where you'll go – jungwon knows he'll be dreaming of you each and every night.

“ i'm singing songs about the future, wondering where you are. ”

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× 🌼 ×

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❁﹝ ni-ki nishimura riki as kiss me by sixpence none the richer ﹞

“ nightly, beside the green, green grass. swing, swing, swing the spinning step, you wear those shoes and i will wear that dress. ”

"hurry, we'll miss the fireworks!"

ni-ki half dragged you through the open venue, clad only in socks and you in his shoes with you broken heels in one hand. you could barely hold your laughter; you'd assume the punch had no alcohol, but given how giddy you were, it wouldn't have been surprising if it were revealed to be booze.

"cinderella! wanna get out of here?", he shouted beside you, the sentiment almost drowned out by the cacophony of fireworks and cheer. you took him by the wrist and maneuvered you two through the crowd. he'd figured that was a yes. you two found a cozy nook under the garden tree, spending the rest of the prom night watching from afar and laughing at his dirty socks.

"man, i'm seriously convinced that thing had alcohol in it." he laughs and nods along, peering over for a better view of your face.

"is that why you're so pink, then? drunk blush?"

immediately flustered, you hurry to cover your warm cheeks with two hands. another laugh escapes him – you almost expected him to tease you. but instead, ni-ki takes your hands away from your face, nudging your chin up so your eyes will meet his. you couldn't miss the smug grin he wore even if you wanted to.

"hey, kiss me."

“ lift your open hand, strike up the band and make the fireflies dance; silver moon's sparkling, so kiss me. ”

❁ :: i'm honestly kinda disappointed in this HSHSB brain go brr, but i hope u guys like it 🥺💕 (edit: i really should have proofread this wow)