#ofc boo is part of all this too

[mishellii]

♢ᴘᴇᴛ ɴᴀᴍᴇꜱ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴꜱ♢

naruto, sasuke, shikamaru, kiba, shino, neji, iruka & kakashi

a/n: sooo,, i SHOUld be working on my uni essays and on the bf!neji texts BUT this had been sitting in my notes app for a while so i decided to post it ;D (the neji texts will come soon i promise). some are longer, some are shorter for which i apologise,,,,,, please ignore typos, i can't spell & enjoy MWUAH

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warnings: some NSFW parts! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! :) also not proofread as usual

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♢ɴᴀʀᴜᴛᴏ ᴜᴢᴜᴍᴀᴋɪ♢

✿oh my baby boy

❀first off: angel. 100%.

✿because u are his angel u feel me

❀he can't go a day without telling u

✿then also just the basic baby

❀but mostly when he wants something from u or he's apologising for dumb stuff he's done

✿puppy eyes and all

❀and also during sexy time

✿it's his most used name for u there

✿fight me on this

❀big on his own self made nicknames for u

✿for instance: u fell down the stairs once?

❀"hey, stairs, how you doin'"

✿and just silly ones like: boo, pookie, apple of my eye

❀he's weird like that c'mon we been knew

♢ꜱᴀꜱᴜᴋᴇ ᴜᴄʜɪʜᴀ♢

✿now this guy is a wild card

❀he'd prefer ur name through & through

✿but he'd slip in a casual babe sometimes which makes ur knees weak obviously

❀because he barely ever calls u that

✿if ur married he'd only call you his wife

❀doesn't even let you answer questions on your own sometimes just so he can hit them with

❀"well, MY WIFE, thinks you suck ass, so.."

✿during sex he can be quiet mean 

❀I DONT THINK in the derogatory way but more in a teasing way

✿"c'mon, sweetheart, look at me."

❀when ur just about to black out??

✿but like i said 

❀not big on pet names but he'll use them more often if he knows u enjoy it <3

♢ꜱʜɪᴋᴀᴍᴀʀᴜ ɴᴀʀᴀ♢

✿pretty

❀just pretty bro.

✿not ALL THE TIME, especially not in public as i don't think he's big on PDA

❀but in the comfort of ur own 4 walls? definitely

✿now don't HATE ME for this but,,,

❀woman. and brat.

✿but only in petty situations, like when ur scolding his lazy ass and he hits u with a "go easy on me, woman, i just woke up."

❀or u've been going on his nerves while he's working

✿,,i'm busy, brat.''

❀in bed tho???

✿love or doll

❀i'm almost CERTAIN.

✿like,, can u imagine?? in his dumb fucking charming voice ???

❀PFFF i'm on my knees 

♢ᴋɪʙᴀ ɪɴᴜᴢᴜᴋᴀ♢

✿now this fucker

❀teasing names through & through

✿ur shorter than him? 

❀"hey, shortie, need help?"

✿ur taller than him?

❀"hey, giant, how's the weather up there?"

✿he's a DICK ok (affectionately ofc)

❀but he can be sweet too i promise

✿he's having fun with calling u bunny during sex or simply baby 

❀also ???? "okay, boss." when he's been annoying u all day and u finally snap at him?

✿he's a menace with nicknames i'm telling u

♢ꜱʜɪɴᴏ ᴀʙᴜʀᴀᴍᴇ♢

✿you probably guessed it and bully me if you'd like but,,,

❀bug or lovebug

✿come oooon he loves his bugs AND he loves you?? it fits PERFECTLY

❀not one to do it infront of other people either but in your private space he just wouldn't stop calling you one of these

✿i also see him using the regular honey but the abbreviation so hun because it's short and sweet and he doesn't like those long ass names

❀apologies if ur name is long LMAO mine is too tho

✿takes the hun into the bedroom but prefers a gentle love while having sex

❀shino's not a sweet talker in my mind, but the pet names make up for it FOSHOU

✿ALSO big brain idea i just had:

❀i think shino can't fully express his emotions verbally so before going on missions he definitely writes u letters and that's where he's blooming

✿''u keep me going everyday, sunshine.''

❀and it doesn't even matter if you have a bubbly personality or not

✿UGH lovesick fr

♢ɴᴇᴊɪ ʜʏᴜɢᴀ♢

❀this pretty princess doesn't even know ur name when ur alone with him 

✿ESPECIALLY when ur texting

❀sweetheart, love & darling

✿he'd make u fall in love over again whenever he calls u one of those i'm just saying

❀because he's always so sincere when he's talking to u it drives me crazy just thinking about it 

✿during sexy time too, he would NEVER

❀& i will die on this hill 

✿NEVER use any degrading names for u

❀ur his baby don't make him do that

✿even when ur fighting, he'd always address u in such a kind way i'm actually going insane

❀"have you had dinner yet, dear?"

✿ sedate me pls

♢ɪʀᴜᴋᴀ ᴜᴍɪɴᴏ♢

✿AAA this guy

❀soo,, like father like son,,, angel

✿u can't change my mind

❀being the kind hearted person he is, it just fits u can't tell me off

✿but i will also say he'd use some funny ones in private because we all know he's just a silly lil guy deep inside

❀i'm thinking toots & peach

✿especially when greeting u !! like ''ey, toots, how's it going?''

❀during sex he will be quiet awkward at the start of ur relationship, settling in angel as he's most familiar with it at first

✿but after some time he'd pull a babydoll or gorgeous on u

❀i mean,,, i'd cry but idk about y'all

✿oVERALL he loves using pet names and wouldn't be opossed to u calling him some sweet ones as well <3

❀call him handsome and he'll go through the roof

♢ᴋᴀᴋᴀꜱʜɪ ʜᴀᴛᴀᴋᴇ♢

✿AHEM

❀so this man,,

✿at the start of ur relationship he's such a shy lil bean so he'll only use your first name

❀but once he's been with you long enough he gets so so comfortable

✿starts of with the regular baby because u are his baby aight.

❀his most frequently used one too i'd say

✿but then he'd go like 

❀"hey, beautiful." "y'alright, sweetheart?"

✿and idk about u but i'd faint

❀HE KNOWS ABOUT HIS AFFECT ON U TOO

✿uses it against u during sex SO OFTEN

❀grunting a "there y'go, darling." into your ear with a sly smirk on his lips 

✿i'm (s)creaming

❀but he's a very private person so don't expect too much of that in public !!

✿a side from a "yes, ma'am" when u tell him not to die on a mission <3

a/n: i hope this doesn't SUCK ahemm,,, and i'll see you beans next time bye bye x

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[jacesvelaryons]

wing woman.

social media au

tom blyth x fem!reader

prompt: tom’s newly single and fresh off the success of tbosas, and now he’s at rachel’s mercy to set him up and give him a moment to talk to her best friend y/n.

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partied till I lost track of time and woke up the next afternoon. I'd do it again.

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I'm seeing all the hate The Sun & The Star is getting on this hellsite and its so obvious that people aren't reading this book for what it is.

It's literally a children's novel written for children. The book is supposed to be easily digestible and stupid and explicitly written because kids books are supposed to be completely laid out.

Rick has always written dorky things in his books but he has also prioritized writing about real world issues and struggles. He's written about trauma, abuse, PTSD, depression, anxiety, etc. For years.

So here he is writing about deep rooted insecurities and self-doubt and learning to accept all those dark parts of yourself as well as others, AND tackling internalized homophobia and queer struggles, and we're upset the book is too focused on the relationship?

The entire point of this book is to teach the audience how to navigate a rocky relationship with compassion and understanding. It's showing that relationships aren't perfect, you can be upset with your partner and your partner can be upset with you but the point is that you talk about it and you try to do better.

Is it such a bad thing for young teens to be learning this?

Is it such a bad thing for them to see that love is effort? And can and will be flawed and that's okay??

This is the first time we've seen this topic discussed by Rick and I've never seen a book tackle this topic because we always see the Hollywood depiction of love---yet that's unrealistic.

This is showing that love can be flawed but still be oh so beautiful. That you can be traumatized and still worthy of love.

And I am so proud of Rick and Mark for not only showing a healthy attempt at a relationship but also showing countless times that those lessons apply to any relationship. They put significant stress on platonic and familial relationships and how that love is also effort, compassion, and understanding.

Yes, it focused on Solangelo a lot.

Yes, it had soooo many flaws that even I cringed and got disappointed at times.

But the fact that we got a book that finally lets two characters talk about their feelings is incredible, and the fact that this new generation gets this book??

If I had a book like this when I was young, showing me how to navigate conflict and that relationships CAN be hard?? My god, the healing that lesson could have done.

Perspective is everything for this book. Hell, perspective was everything in HoO. It showed that how characters are perceived is very different from how they perceive themselves.

Leo was literally always shown as comedic relief and nothing more until we saw how incredibly lonely and sad that kid was from his point of view.

Percy was always said to be intimidating and powerful, but in his perspective, he's a kid who has no clue what he's doing.

So yea, in this book, it may seem like these characters have shifted, but once again, Rick is relying so heavily on perspective.

Nico was edgy and depressed for as long as we knew him, even in BoO when we first got his POV. But now that he's accepted, loved, and healing, why are we getting mad that he's a dork again---how he was before all the trauma? Why are we mad that Nico is growing and healing and becoming himself again because he feels safe enough to do so.

Ofc he's gonna feel different than how he was written a canon year ago.

And this is the first time we've had Wills perspective. He's always been seen as this sunshine happy character but we FINALLY get some acknowledgement that he's deeply terrified. He's shown as a leader and camp counselor but he's got anxiety written in his bones.

He felt like a burden this book because he's a healer. He's absolutely terrified to be a fighter and yet we got to see him become one in his own way. He was out of his element but he was trying.

Because he's so goddamn afraid of losing someone else.

Call Will an asshole all you want, but Nico had been to Tartarus and the Underworld more times than he could count.

Will is literally walking into a place he's never been to before and is the complete opposite of anything he's ever known---for Nico. The comments he makes about plants and lack of sunshine? It wasn't him being a dick, he was him being genuinely confused because hes only ever known earth logic.

If I saw flowers blooming in a pitch black room I'd be a little confused too. He says the Underworld is depressing because it's literally draining his energy.

You yell at Will for not being open-minded yet won't comment on the fact that Nico hardly made an attempt either. Nico could have been more understanding about the fact that Will, a guy who's exploring this place that's slowly killing him, might not like the place at first because he doesn't understand it.

Because Will wanted to understand.

And the second Will finally began to understand the beauty of the Underworld, he was nothing but supportive.

You get mad at Will for making mistakes yet refuse to acknowledge that he learned from them.

The Sun & The Star tackled a hard topic that doesn't get talked about often. It portrayed a queer relationship and it emphasized characters who learned and grew. It's different from other Rick books because that was the point. (And it wasn't just Rick writing it)

This book was about accepting change within yourself and "daring to be different."

And the fact that you can't even accept a book that does the same just shows that the lessons this book taught went straight over your head.

I've never been more disappointed in this fandom. We begged for this book. We begged for queer representation. Yet here we are criticizing every little thing about it as if we aren't lucky to be getting this book in the first place---a book about two side characters.

This book had soooo many flaws but it wasn't a bad book.

Isn't that the point of it all? To love something even though it's flawed? That flaws dont necessarily mean it's broken and bad forever?

It's okay to hate a book.

That doesn't mean it's a bad book.

It just wasn't for you.

There are dozens of other books in this fandom to love and cherish, but don't hate this book just because it's different from what we're used to.

[nebulousbrainsoup]

I’ve had this thought in my mind for a while and even at work I just couldn’t get it out of my head so I was wondering if you can write a Hongjoong smut and include the reader leaving kisses (maybe some hickeys) on Hongjoong’s “NO1LIKEME” tattoo, and that just making joong go ballistic and messing up the reader (in a good way ofc)☺️🫶

ohhhhh nonnie. yes, yes, 1000x yes you absolutely can. as someone who loves having their tattoos traced and such, you have my heart for this request. i'm smooching you on the forehead (with ur consent). i'm so very sorry this took so long my dear, but i hope you enjoy!

Mine

PAIRING: boyfriend!hongjoong x fem bodied!reader (no pronouns used) GENRE: smut, fluff TAGS/WARNINGS: established relationship, hongjoong's tattoo, no use of y/n, quick edit, the rest are under the cut~ WORD COUNT: 2.5k of mostly filth!

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NSFW TAGS/WARNINGS: pwp, pet names (love, dollface, little dove, angel), hickeys, thigh riding, edging, oral (fem receiving), unprotected sex (boo 👎), possessive!joong strikes again, creampie; lmk if i missed any

It had begun innocently enough. You were laid out across the couch with your head in Hongjoong’s lap, the most recent episode of what you two had deemed your show playing on the TV. He was enthralled, eyes glued to the screen, stomach twitching with his gasps and fist clenching the cushions every time something big happened. Your gaze, however, had been locked onto the black calligraphy etched into his skin, “NO1LIKEME” on display for anyone who dared think otherwise. The seasons were changing, the weather just this past month turning warm enough to force your boyfriend out of his sweaters and hoodies and, just as you had every year since he got it, you found yourself obsessing over his tattoo.

Thoughtlessly, you reached up, your fingers barely coming in contact with the ink before he jumped slightly, and you jerked your hand back. “S-Sorry.” You huffed a laugh, turning back to the TV to hide your visible embarrassment.

To your surprise, he let out a quiet giggle, and you glanced back up to find a curious half-smile on his face. “It’s okay," he reassured, “I just wasn’t expecting it.” You nodded slightly dismissively, lost in your own little world of mortification. Of all the things for him to catch you ogling, it was his tattoo. How weird did he think you were, now? 

Before you could delve too far down that particular shame-filled rabbit hole, a weight settled on your stomach, yanking you out of your spiral. Hongjoong’s hand had dropped from the couch, and when you tossed a confused look in his direction, you were met with a warm, reassuring smile. “Now you don’t have to reach up as far,” he muttered, giving your hip a squeeze before turning back to your show. The heat that had risen to your cheeks amplified as you blinked up at him in mild shock. 

When you reached up again, you caught his eyes flickering your way, and you could have sworn his arm shifted toward you, but he didn’t pull away this time. Gingerly, your fingers brushed over the line of text, one after the other, up and back down his inner arm. You felt his muscles twitch under the attention, his fingers tapping out the energy you were filling him with as you set his nerves alight. You smiled softly, sneaking one more glance to his face before all your focus shifted entirely back to the characters curling up over his bicep, touch remaining feather-light as you resolved to trace each one. The little jolts that shook his arm only grew in intensity as you continued your ministrations, entranced by every curve and line, lips parted in awe. 

The first quiet, nearly imperceptible change in his breathing was the little gasp left him when you were halfway through, your fingertip dancing over the loops dotting the ‘I.’ He shifted under you and you snuck a glance up to his face again and, finding his eyes still glued to the TV screen, you let your fingers continue their journey. The second came shortly thereafter, a ragged sigh leaving him when your touch left his skin just long enough to shift from the first ‘E’ to the ‘M,’ and this time he shifted with it, sitting up straighter and forcing your head closer to his knees. When you glanced up, you caught his gaze flickering away, eyelids hooded and plush lips parted as he turned back to the screen. 

You bit back the sly grin that threatened to break over your face, taking your time drawing over the last two letters before letting your hand fall back to your side. He let out another shaky breath, glancing down to flash you a slight smile. “Have fun?” You nodded, and his warm smile spread. “Good. It’s there any time you want it.”

His hand left your hip to reach for the couch cushions again, but before he could stray too far, you caught his wrist and flashed him a playful glare.

“I wasn’t done,” you huffed, earning a quiet giggle from him. 

“Okay, okay, go ahead.”

You grinned, shifting to sit up and watching with glee as his face shifted to confusion. You’d settled cross-legged, your back turned to the TV as you draped his arm over the back of the couch, returning it to its original position. Hongjoong had turned his attention from the show to you, following your movements with a confused, crooked smile. You flashed him an impish grin, trailing your fingers up and down his skin once more, delighting in the way his gaze darkened and he sighed. Barely managing to tear your eyes away from his face, you zeroed in on your next point of focus while your thumb swirled around it—the face doodled into the ‘O.’ 

Before he could protest, your head darted down, lips pressing against it. You felt him jerk underneath you, the couch cushions shifting beside you as he moved closer. Grinning against his skin, you let yourself wander, pressing increasingly open-mouthed kisses over the tattoo. You could feel him inching closer, each one making his arm twitch underneath you and pulling a quiet noise from him. Your eyes slipped shut as you drank them in, as you drank him in, your kisses lingering and your teeth beginning to graze his skin lightly. He hissed quietly with the first pinch, and you giggled to yourself, soothing the pain with your tongue. 

The feeling of his free arm wrapping around your waist made you jump, turning to find his face mere centimeters from your own with a dangerous fire sparking to life in his eyes. 

“What do you think you’re doing, love?”

You met him with that same impish grin he always wanted to wipe off of your face. “Having fun.”

He scoffed, rolling his eyes with an amused smile, and if you hadn’t already decided on your next course of action, you would have right then and there. Flashing him a glare and a disgruntled frown, you leaned back down to his arm, sinking your teeth into the bare skin below the crossbar of the ‘K.’ Hongjoong jolted under you, his muscles tensing and a choked off groan falling from his lips as you sucked and bit at it, your tongue following closely behind to lessen the sting. When you sat back on your heels again, the pretty pink spot left behind had you beaming with pride, and you darted down to press another kiss over it. 

Before you could give anywhere else the same treatment, his grip on the cushions released and his hand snapped up, quickly fisting into the hair at your nape to pull you into a bruising kiss. Your noise of surprise was muffled by his lips and you melted into him, hands planting themselves firmly on his shoulders. His free arm wrapped its way around your waist and he tugged at you, guiding you to straddle his thigh. You were both breathless when he pulledyou back, lips red and swollen and eyes already glazing over. 

“You really like my tattoo, huh?” he breathed, letting his right arm fall back against the couch. Immediately, your eyes zeroed back in on the ink, and you nodded. “Give it some more attention, then, dollface. Show me how much you love it.”

The grin fixed on his face made your stomach flip, a pleasant mixture of anticipation and arousal lighting through you. Biting your lip, you nodded, attention turning back to the text curling up his bicep. After pressing a kiss to the mark you had already left, you quickly shifted to dot the ‘I’ with a mark of your own making, sucking and lapping at Hongjoong’s skin. The quiet sighs he let out were music to your ears, and you spared a glance toward him, catching his gaze as you found it fixed solidly on you. The corner of his mouth ticked back into that signature smirk of his and you felt his thigh twitch under you, your breath catching in your throat. You paused your work, pulling back with a satisfying pop to face him better. 

His smirk dropped, one eyebrow raising, and he relaxed again. “Done already?”

Heat and nerves coiled in your gut as he stared you down and you floundered for a response, shaking your head silently. Hongjoong always had a way of making you feel small with only a single look, like a mouse caught between a cat’s claws. Slowly, he let his eyes trail back to his tattoo, then back to your face. With a shaky sigh as your mind went a little hazy and lust-clouded, you returned your lips to his skin, resolving to trace every inch of the ink with your tongue. It only took seconds this time for his thigh to flex under you again, and you whined, grinding down against him. His quiet little giggle graced your ears and his free hand settled on your hip, encouraging you to continue your movements. With a soft whine, you complied, hips rolling against him. 

It was only a few short minutes before your arousal had you abandoning your work halfway through, moving instead to press open-mouthed kisses over his skin, nipping at it every so often. You could hear his breathing becoming increasingly ragged as you too became more desperate, the soft whimpers and sighs you let out becoming more frequent as he toyed with you. They were music to his ears and, when coupled with the feeling of your lips worshiping his skin and the sight of you rutting against him, he could feel his own arousal quickly becoming unbearable. A particularly hard bite had him groaning openly and his thigh pressing harder against your aching cunt as his hips sought friction. You released him, throwing your head back with a moan, and he took the opportunity to grab a fistful of your hair again. 

In a matter of seconds, Hongjoong had you face down against the couch, his fingers curling under the waistband of both your lounge shorts and your underwear. With one swift tug, you were left exposed to both the cold air and his hungry gaze. He let out a pleased sigh, one finger coming up to trace lightly between your folds, and a quiet giggle left him as he pulled it back, taking in the slick already coating it.

“Needy for me already,” he purred, and you nodded into the cushions, letting one of your legs fall from the side of the couch to spread yourself further for him. 

Leaning down, he lapped a fat stripe over you, earning a choked, breathy moan. Humming happily, he quickly dropped back down to your clit, lips quickly closing around the sensitive bud. You cried out as he sucked harshly on it, hands stretching out in front of you in search of anything more substantial to grab onto. He quickly shifted up, and you sighed in relief, eyes slipping shut as he began to work you open on his tongue—not that you needed the prep. You would never complain about the magic your boyfriend worked with his tongue, though, your hips rocking back eagerly against his face as you let out little whimpers and sighs. 

When he pulled away with one last lingering suck to your clit, you let out a keen he wanted on a recording, playing on loop in his ears. Sighing contentedly, he pressed one last kiss to the sensitive bundle of nerves and sat back on his heels, promptly shoving his sweats down his thighs. You had barely recovered from the second high he’d dangled just out of your reach when you felt the tip of his cock prodding at your entrance, and your whines pitched up again, hips nudging back toward him. He pressed into you in one fluid motion, both of you letting out heady moans—you at the fullness of him, and Hongjoong at the way your walls hugged him. 

Once you had both had a moment to adjust, he pulled his hips back and snapped into you, the suddenness pulling a shout from your throat. He chuckled as he leaned over you and grabbed another handful of your hair, bracing himself on his right arm and forcing your gaze onto the marks you had left. He held his hips still as he pressed his back against yours, lips finding the skin just below your ear. 

“I’m yours,” he muttered against your skin, tugging at your hair lightly. 

A lazy smile spread across your lips and you nodded, committing the sight of his tattoo, painted with your marks, to memory. He laughed quietly at your already fucked out state, the noise sending electricity lighting down your spine. Without warning, he sank his teeth into your skin, pulling it between his teeth, sucking and laving at it enough that you were sure the mark he’d left would be a deep purple in the morning.

“And you’re mine, my little dove. Now sing for me.”

Pressing one last kiss to the mark he’d left, Hongjoong straightened back up, quickly setting into a brutal pace. Your quiet sighs and breathy whines were traded for full-throated moans and needy keens as he railed into you, one hand still in your hair while the other rested firmly on your hip. Each snap of his hips against yours punched another unfiltered sound or curse from you and you melted under him, back arching further into the couch below you. The shift had his cock dragging across your sweet spot with every stroke and you cried out his name, the high you’d lost building rapidly.

“Cum for me, angel,” he managed, pace picking up that much more as he began to use you to chase his own high. 

Only seconds more passed before you were unraveling around him, walls spasming and pulling him in tighter. A drawn-out groan was forced out of him as he fucked you through it, hips stuttering as his own climax washed over him like a wave. He bottomed out within you and you sighed happily, your own orgasm prolonged as thick ropes of his release painted your insides white. You were sated, full of him, surrounded by Hongjoong, a blissful smile gracing your features as you let yourself bask in the afterglow, floating somewhere between consciousness and unconsciousness.

You were vaguely aware of movement in your peripheral when you came to again, and a shiver lit down your spine. You were cold, lonely and empty; but in a moment warmth and a familiar scent of home surrounded you, and your sleepy smile returned. Your eyes blinked open to find Hongjoong’s arms wrapped firmly around you. A few of the marks you’d left were visible from this angle, and you let out a pleased hum, leaning forward to press a kiss to one of them.

“Mine,” you sighed, and felt the little giggle that shook his chest.

He leaned down, pressing his lips to the space below your ear, echoing quietly, “Mine.”

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Shun Kaidou Fluff Alphabet ❤︎₊ ⊹

Pairing(s): Shun Kaidou x Gn!Reader

A - Admiration (what do they absolutely adore about you?)

Let’s be realistic, he probably loves everything about you

You’re probably his first of many (probably only ever) relationship and ofc he’s grateful someone he actually likes, likes him back

If we’re being more honest here he probably loves how you go along with his jet black wings act and whenever he mentions dark reunion

Like- he knows fr that he’s delusional but at least you go along with it because you know how much it means to him

Not to mention how often you put up with him and his delusions

I mean- not only do you do that but also reassure him when he’s feeling a bit self conscious

Ofc he’s gonna love you, but this is just one of many things that he adores

A - Attention (how much attention do they want in the relationship?)

Kaidou loves having your attention but it still leaves him flustered all the same

Kaidou is pretty starved for attention and affection so once he gets it he absolutely lives for it

But then again- this is Kaidou we’re talking about so he flusters and stutters whenever you shower him in attention

He gets all tense and awkward but the way he leans in to you or way his head is held high doesn’t go unnoticed by you

So, all this to say that he wants all the attention you can offer

He lives for it and it honestly makes him all giddy and flushed

Ofc if you ever stop he’ll try and get your attention again but he’ll end up just keeping it to yourself because he doesn’t wanna be a bother

What a cutie right?

B - Body (what is their favorite part of your body?)

Honestly Kaidou feels so guilty and perverted for liking your hands but especially your lap

(Ofc he likes ur looks but ima go into that later)

So he feels the worst guilt ever and feels like a pervert just because he likes your lap and your hands

Honestly he mostly ends up staring at you just whenever and wherever and most times he zones out and does it by default

So he’s so flushed and stuff when he’s accidentally staring at you and feels like he’s a weirdo

Especially if you ever catch him

He feels the worst and genuinely apologizes

Now, if you ever ask- which you don’t even have to cuz he makes his likeness for your lap so obvious

Once you first have him rest there he loves it

Ofc he’s too flustered to initiate but he loves it all the same

(He mostly cuddles you by grabbing your arm or leaning on your shoulder as a safe option)

Anyway, he loves how you look

That’s his fav part too LMAOO

I mean cmon, kaidou thought he’d never pull a baddie

(It’s always nerds that pull baddies so-)

But still, so ofc he’s gonna compliment you all the time

Not just cuz u look good but just overall

B - Boo! (do they scare people? How do they act when scaring you/people?)

He’s both the one scaring- and the one being scared lmao

Kaidou tries to be scary sometimes with you

Most times you’re the one probably doing the scaring since Kaidou is so jumpy and easily scared 😭

But when he does try and scare you you’re usually just 🧍‍♀️or if not and act scared then he feels so accomplished like- 😭

Ok so when he scares you if you’re the type to not be scared then it’s ok he’s used to it because of Saiki (no it’s not he’s crying himself to sleep)

But if you genuinely do get scared then he feels accomplished then genuinely apologizes for scaring you 😭

Now, it’s more likely that you’ll go to the school festival at the haunted house thing there and be scared

It was probs a dare from Nendou that’s taken a little way too seriously by Kaidou

He goes in with you because he swears he gonna protect you from dark reunion (he isn’t he’s actually scared shitless and wants someone to go with)

Once you go in he’s scared constantly and is screaming at the top of his lungs 😭

He swears he’s doing the protecting but if you say/do something that has to do with protecting him from dark reunion then he’s head over heels again and lets you

Although a bit bummed he wasn’t able to the way he wanted

B - Beauty (what do they admire about their s/o? what do they think is beautiful about them?)

Kaidou thinks you’re attractive all around

I mean it’s part of why he initially started liking you and ofc he thinks about it all the time

That doesn’t exactly mean that he’ll tell you directly

That’s too bold for him and if you were to ever try to poke at him for answers- let’s just say you’ll have to be dealing with someone on the verge of exploding

He’s flushed from head to toe, stuttering and most times he’ll close himself off from you whenever you bring up him liking how you look.

Now, Kaidou absolutely admires you for having qualities that he doesn’t have

You’re confident, you can actually protect him, and actually take what he says seriously

You actually listen and the fact you can handle yourself is not only admirable in Kaidous eyes but also something he’s sorta envious of.

Of course nothing ever comes out of that envy he feels but it’s still there

C - Cuddling (how do they like to cuddle?)

Getting this man to cuddle with you is a huge hassle

But once you manage to have him there- it’s definitely worthwhile

Now, don’t get me wrong- Kaidou loves the idea of being so close to you but actually doing it? It would be the death of him

So when the time comes and you guys actually do cuddle he’s all blushy and nervous

Kaidou loves the idea of being held

I mean he’s pretty starved for affection and previous times from when you coddled him and held him he’s been into it

So this time is no different- you open your arms and take the first step (because, let’s be honest, who else will?)

The two of you end up being in a position where you’re holding him and cradling him

He’s honestly enjoying it the whole time and his loud thumping heart beat makes that obvious

He’s such a cutie while cuddling too

He’s too nervous and can’t trust his voice but asks you if you’re ok with it all the same

And ofc you’re ok with it but it’s still sweet of him when he’s barely holding on

D - Dates (what does their ideal date with you look like?)

He’s probably just as delusional in his daily life as with your relationship

So he’ll be casually day dreaming of the two of you going out on a date, but where to?

Well, it’d be at a cafe

Not only would it be in a booth so he’s with you- but also enjoying sweets

Not to mention it’s out of school and away from his mom so ofc he’s gonna like it

Once you two actually do end up going on this dream date of his, he’s so excited

He’s literally buzzing and is pretty nervous

Ofc things go as good as they can and it went without a hitch

Probs cuz Saiki decided to help with disturbances but you’ll never know

E - Emotions (how do they express emotion around you?)

Kaidou is his usual self

He’s pretty expressive with his jet black wings act and usually goes out of his way to do that around you

It’s pretty usual

However, he also learns to express his inner feelings

Ofc it’s only after a while- I mean remember him crying in the restroom stall in that one episode? LMAO

Eventually he learns he can just tell you how he feels but is definitely hesitant to because he’s scared to have your image of him change

Once you make him more comfortable then he’s even more expressive

Especially since he has his emotions on full display most times 😭

E - Equal (do they prefer to be more in control or laid-back in the relationship?)

He likes to think he’s more in control

He loves to pretend dark reunion is around and goes on about how he’d protect you

You of course play into it and that makes him happy

But in all honestly you’re probably the one in control

He doesn’t exactly hate it but rlly wants to be the one to protect you rather than the other way around

He thinks and occasionally says this however once you take the initiative he’s literally the most flustered person you’ve ever met

He becomes putty in your arms and in all honesty prefers to be spoiled more than anything

But honestly I feel like if he were to ever say anything about it it’d mostly be after he feels comfortable to

Regardless, it’s obvious to everyone and anyone that you’re the one more in control

And if u like this man, you probably expected this

F - Future (What are their plans for the future? Do they see themselves getting married, having kids?)

Honestly Kaidou is just existing

I’m gonna be real, he never expected to have a relationship with anyone much less someone he feels so loved by

So maybe if you love him just as much then he’ll be happy at the idea of marriage

But then again, it’s too much too soon and would prefer to just experience your relationship now and decide later

He never really thought about it either but knows it’s probably something in his future considering how people usually get married once out of school

Now, kids are a whole other thing

He’s pretty hesitant about marriage so image children

Does not like the idea of kids at the moment

I mean not only is he trying to enjoy his life but it’s honestly just not on his mind

F - Forgiving (If they had a fight with their partner(s), how would they apologize? Or would they be petty about it?)

I feel like Kaidou would apologize relatively quick

He’s not gonna be upset unless given a reason and if it’s something stupid or small then he feels the worse

He’ll apologize probably even if it’s not even his fault because of how scared he is of you breaking it off with him

He’s pretty down bad for you so ofc he’s gonna apologize and be sorry first

You ofc forgive him and talk things out but you especially need to tell him that he doesn’t need to apologize without any regard of whose wrong

Especially if you’re the one in the wrong

Just communicate and tell him that you’ll always be there for him as long as he’s there for you too

G - Gifts (how do they feel about gift giving? What are their habits when it comes to this?)

He’s pretty ok with gift giving

I mean most times when it comes to holidays (especially valentines) he doesn’t expect much

He’s always the one giving even in the past when he’d be made fun of

So he’s ok with gifting you stuff without getting anything in return

Although, it would make him sad

He’d cry himself to sleep

But when he gifts you it and you say thanks he’s glad- then turns to leave since the bell rang

However he doesn’t expect you to call him back and shove something in his arms

Of course you go on about it but be couldn’t care less if it’s not the best in your eyes(it literally is- you know him so well)

He tears up and hugs you so hard it doesn’t even matter that he’s flustered

After that it becomes the norm for him to gift you little things and with how cute he looks gifting you it- it’d be hard to not gift him random things occasionally.

This becomes the norm and it doesn’t even have to be “actual “ gifts

Gifts from him range from snacks from the vending machine to origami, drawings, and honestly things that make you think of him as a little crow

He’s so adorable and loves gifting you stuff and is flustered and shys away each time without a fail

With all this things considered- please be the gifting king 😭

G - Gratitude (how grateful are they to have you? what do they think your relationship is worth in comparison to other things in their life?)

He’s super grateful to have you, you have no idea 😭

Kaidou has never been in a relationship much less have someone reciprocate his feelings so ofc he’s gonna be so grateful for you

He’d probably hold your relationship to the same level he holds his friendships

I mean you guys were probably friends first and now that you’re dating you’ve only gotten closer

So maybe above them

And if yall are super super close he’ll probably hold your relationships worth pretty high

I mean he’s your potential future husband (that thought alone has him giddy) so he knows he needs to have you as a priority.

G- Gentle (how gentle are they? physically and emotionally)

Kaidou is actually really gentle

Both physically and emotionally

He’s pretty often discarded as a person by others so he knows how it feels to be mistreated and not feel like he belongs

So ofc he’s very gentle and makes sure you’re ok

I mean most times whenever something goes wrong he apologizes and tries to tend to you best he can

He doesn’t really know how to handle emotional situations so all he knows is to try to make you feel better

All that tied together is him being gentle with you

He’s pretty patient and this is mostly because of how you put up with his antics too

He’s not only this way emotionally but physically

I mean dude is not the best at physical stuff so most times he gets pushed or scared easily too

With that in mind he tries to be nice emotionally and physically

Like yknow how people play fight? He doesn’t rlly like doing that even if you say it’s fine

Realistically he’d fly away if u pushed him but it’s the thought that counts

H - Holding Hands (when/how do they like to hold hands?)

You and him probably held hands when you guys were casually walking after school

You had decided to go shopping just for fun and it just sorta happened

You’d think that you’d make the first move but Kaidou went ahead and surprised you by taking your hand first

He refused to look at you and when you tried getting his attention he couldn’t bring himself to ignore you

So he turns to you and his face is fully flushed and refuses to speak in fear that he’ll stutter and have the worst voice cracks he’s ever had

The two of you continue the whole time until Kaidou lets go

He ends up confessing to you that he was scared that his hands were sweaty later on in your relationship when you were sharing random stuff 😭

You guys usually hold hands when you’re walking somewhere and rarely at school too because of not only how teachers make a big deal but the students too

Plus Kaidou is too shy for others to see

He loves to just hold your hand like a regular person

Seriously, idk how other ways you can hold hands so let me know maybe it’s just me that doesn’t know

But that’s pretty much it

He gets better over time with dealing with his emotions but he stays pretty much the same

H - Hugs (do they like hugs? how often do they do it, and what are they like?)

HE LOVES HUGS

Ofc it’s a jumpscare when you first hug him

Mostly because he’s so touch starved but also because he’s never been in a relationship before

Anyways, you guys rarely hug because of how anxious and fidgety he gets when you guys do

It definitely also takes a while for him to hug you back and especially initiate a hug

So most times you don’t really hug he’s usually leaning his head on your shoulder and cuddling up to you like that when you’re just sitting down-

But when you do hug it’s really sweet

He’s warm and you can finally have him in your arms

His hugs used to be really stiff

But eventually they develop to be cozy and warm

That’s when he’s holding you

When you’re holding him (which is usually) he’s really clingy and actually ends up forgetting to be self conscious

Honestly when they’re initiated by him it’s awkward but sweet and they’re really nice

It’s a shame he doesn’t initiate much 🥱

I - Injury (how would they act if you got hurt?)

He’d pin it on dark reunion-

No but actually he’d be like that 😭

Like if you tripped he’d help you up and make sure you’re ok but he’d probably go on a monologue on dark reunion and you’ll just have to smile and nod

If you end up at the nurse then he’d ask for permission to see you and be by your side as long as he can

Then he’s just moping in class without you

I mean most times he does this but if you were to seriously get hurt he’d be really concerned and although he has his dark reunion thing he knows it’s not the time

So he’ll try and support you best he can

(Best he can because he’s an awkward teenage boy) but yknow

I- I love you (how fast would they say ‘i love you’?)

I can image this going two ways

The first way would be him saying it almost immediately

He’s so bad at love bombing and can’t help himself

He’s probably in a delusion that he’s in some romance novel or sum and you’re his LI

Plus you’re just so incredible

So he just blurts it out in one of those stereotypical rainy days while you’re walking under an umbrella together

He’s all flushed and stuttering like a fool

You’re surprised he did run away like those weird anime girls but if and when he does say it

Pls pls pls reassure him because he will immediately think you don’t like him and cry himself to sleep

Anyway, the other way I imagine this going would be after a long time

Dude is SO nervous and anxious to tell you but eventually does after like a thousand years

So he’d either tell you immediately or wait for the longest goddamn time ever

No in between

J - Jokes (do they like to joke around with or prank you? how?)

He is so silly 😭

He isn’t the type to joke harshly with you with insult but rather genuine and sometimes stupid jokes or pick up lines (that he only had the courage to say because of the joking undertones)

He’d probably never prank you unless you like to prank him first

Either way they’re silly pranks and never that serious

Plus jokes with Kaidou and usually him making himself seem dumb and when you do laugh along with him make sure to reassure him in the end

But yea Kaidou is just a lil silly guy and although the majority of his jokes are like that he just does stuff that are so hilarious sometimes without realizing

But when he wants to be funny? Yea not funny whatsoever 😭

J - Jealousy (what makes them jealous? what are they like when they’re jealous?)

He usually gets jealous when you take interest in someone else other than him

Now, it’s not like usual but only ever if you pay more attention/ hang out with them more

Most times it’s whatever and you tell him it’s not like that and he feels better

But it’s only when someone who he’ll admit is hot comes and tries to romance you or whatever that he gets jealous

He’ll probably go on about it in his delusions and claim in the dark reunion trying to get to him through you

Ofc Saiki is like “sure buddy” but Kaidou is secretly (not so secretly) freaking out and panicking

He’s starting the think that you’ll seriously leave him and Saiki is just there knowing that you’re just as down bad for Kaidou and he is for you

Whenever interacting with you during this time he’s pretty avoidant and gets distant

Ofc you’ll have to pull him out of his own head and tell him you love him

He freaks out and now instead of being upset he’s blushing and flustered

He ends up giddy since you ask him out in the end and talk it out but he’ll never forget the say the dark reunion tried to steal you and lost to him.

K - Kisses (what are their kisses like? who kissed who first? where do they like to kiss you?how do they like to kiss you?)

I love Kaidou as much as the next person but poor dude is SO BAD AT KISSING 😭

He seriously doesn’t know what to do the first time and just tries his best

The two of you first kissed when you managed to pass his moms test and made her love you and the two of you went to his room to “study”

Well regardless, you’re both sitting down as his mom left to the kitchen to bring some snacks for you two

He’s all nervous about you being over and when you tell him you want to kiss him straight up he’s all shocked

Ultimately he decides to let you and in reality it was just a short and sweet peck but ofc in his mind it was so dramatic

Well you two pulled away right when his mom came back and she was suspicious but nothing came of it

Ofc Kaidou was being the most suspicious person know to man

Anyways as they become more usual he likes to just give cheek kisses

They’re not too intense for his heart but when you guys do occasionally kiss on the lips he’s on the verge of exploding

He likes it and when y’all end up making out? He needs some space 😭

It never rlly crosses until later but yknow

L - Love (how do they show you they love you? What’s their love language?)

Honestly Kaidous love languages would probably be quality time, physical affection, and gift giving

Let me explain 😼

Most times Kaidou feels closest to you is just by hanging out

I mean he loves being invited to go places and just makes him feel wanted there

So ofc it’d be that

But at the same time he usually gifts you little things

He gifts (as previously mentioned) a lot of little trinkets to you most times

Whether it’s something from the vending machine, little notes, origami, or just little things

So that’s that and ofc the last would be physical affection

He’s so desperate for it that he loves when you show him any

He mostly shows you his love by including you in his delusions by making you like royalty 😭

He’d make u super op to but somehow the jet black wings has to protect you

M - Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Mornings spent with Kaidou would probably be spent after a sleepover (that was disguised as a study sesh that would be an all nighter)

When you wake up you do the usual morning routine alongside Kaidou

If it’s a weekend (which is most likely)

You guys would probably be all lovey dovey in secret away from his mom as best you guys can 😭

Either way the two of you end up eating breakfast made by his mom (she’s super nice after the whole study thing) and just hang out doing whatever

N - Nightmare (what is their worst fear?)

His worst fear would probably be discovered when he’s asleep and you’re over

He’d wake up from a nightmare and because of all the commotion you’d wake up alongside him

He’d share his nightmare and ofc it’d be what it is

He goes on to explain his nightmare of dark reunion taking you hostage or whatever but seems pretty shaken up

Ultimately he ends up revealing how real it felt and that’s why he’s this way

Just comfort him and tell him you’re there for him as long as he needs you

He’d feel better and wanted, and as long as you hold him in your arms then he’ll fall asleep peacefully

Ofc it actually was about you leaving him for someone else but he’ll keep that to himself until he’s ready

O - Obvious (How obvious do they make it that they like you?)

HES SO PAINFULLY OBVIOUS 😭😭

I mean anything you do- he’s head over heels

In an argument where you’re wrong? Well you’re right in his eyes made a plan that’s not the best but is ok? He’s all in

He’s pretty down bad and it’s obvious

He’ll most times go on about you in front of Saiki or Nendo and they have to suffer him and his crush he has on you

Especially if he asks Saiki or nendo to ask you things but freaks out when Nendo ends up exposing him 💀😭

Saiki is just standing there like 🧍‍♀️

And shrugs and walks away

Little does Kaidou know that you’re head over heels in love too

Match made in heaven ig 🤷‍♀️

P - Pet Names (what do they like to call you?)

As I’ve mentioned Kaidou probably has you as a character in his little delusion with the dark reunion

So he’d probably call you a name that has to deal with that 😭

In all honesty he’d probably want to call you the most rancid couple nicknames known to man

He’d want to call you that but he’s just too nervous to and wouldn’t unless you enable it

So when you finally let him he’s hesitant but ends up doing it

Then he’s caught by Saiki and others then gets ruthlessly made fun of 😭

P - Patience (how easily do they get angry?)

Kaidou doesn’t get angry all that often

If at all

I mean look at him, if anything he’d probably blame any and all problems on the dark reunion

Plus he’s super patient and is actually rlly cool about most things

If anything he’d be sad over any issues or fights you two have rather than being angry

Q - Quiet (How are the calm, quiet moments with them?)

The only time I can imagine a time where it’s quiet is when he ends up exposing how he really is

He’s probably bummed that you discovered him for who he is and not some cool guy who battles evil

Which you never thought but yknow

It’s unusually silent and nothing happens until you speak up

It’s not until you tell him that you don’t care about his little facade and that you genuinely care about him and not the fact that he “lied” to you

It all works out and the two of you end up silently just cuddling and being there for each other

R - Rhythm (what songs reminds you of them?)

Ofc I had to Here’s the song

R - Romance (How romantic are they? What are their go-to ways of being romantic?

Kaidou is so romantic it’s not even funny 😭

Most of his confidence comes from being jet black wings so ofc he’d do most of his romantic gestures and disguise it behind his alter ego

Most times he acts cool about it and that’s when he usually does dramatically romantic stuff

Like he’ll have a bouquet of flowers and maybe chocolates

He’ll hand them to you all confidently while on one knee

Then totally freak out while waiting for your reaction to them

All his confidence practically deteriorates and he’s waiting for your response 😭

But once you respond the way he likes then he loves it

I mean most times he’ll do this but otherwise when he’s seriously trying to win you over more than he already has he’s all flushed and tries to stutter it out as best he can

Most of his go tos are simple things like getting you stuff when you want it

But other times he’ll make sure to go out of his way to get you stuff

when you draw attention to his affections he’ll be super red 😭

S - Secrets (how open are they with you?)

Kaidou is pretty open with you besides how secretive he is with his diary about the dark reunion

That is until you end up finding it when you’re in this room 🕴️

That’s when he totally freaks out and tries to explain himself

His red face is really distracting so most of the time he’s trying to explain himself you’re just standing there

Honestly at least he’s secretive about this and not anything weird 🤷‍♀️

S - safe (What makes them feel safe and comfortable around you?)

Everything you do

Honestly Kaidou has never had anyone supportive of him and his likes

So just you being there and indulging in his delusions is enough for him

But the fact that you continuously put up with him and his insecurities just really ties it all together

He wants to be the one to make you feel safe and comfortable yet you’re the one doing it to him

S - Security (how protective are they? how would they protect their s/o?)

HES SO PROTECTIVE 😭

I mean Kaidou is obviously the jet black wings ofc he’d be powerful and protect his dear y/n

Butttt he’s also secretly a coward who covers that with the facade of the jet black wings

So he’d protect you and put himself ahead of you but when it comes to actual scary situations?

He’s shitting himself

He’d still protect you and put you above himself but he’d be so scared 😭

He’d probably protect you by cooperating with what the other person wants realistically if it’s a bad situation (that one mugging ep)

But if it’s not that bad then he’ll play as his alter ego and protect you by putting the attention on himself and his awesomeness

He’s so cute and if you protect him back he’s a bit bummed because he wants to be the strong one but once you explain that you want it to be mutual he practically has heart eyes

T - Time (how long did it take you to get together?)

It probably took so painfully long 😭

I mean homedude is so obviously in love with you and he’s painfully oblivious at first to how you feel

He’s basically head over heels and as I’ve said, you guys are probs rlly good friends before anything

So you both don’t want to ruin it

But eventually Saiki probably gets tired or sum best believe you’re making the first move and Kaidou ends up finding you with a “love letter” you wrote to him and the rest is history

So in short, it took a good while and probably would’ve tooken longer if Saiki, your wingman, wasn’t there to force yall

T - Tend (How do they act when you’re hurt or sick, and vice versa?)

Kaidou acts pretty panicky when you get hurt or something

He’s automatically making sure you get home and once it’s the weekend then he’s taking care of you while you’re sick like a stereotypical romance anime

Although you’d expect him to be terrible at taking care of people he’s actually the opposite

He’s always taking care of you and if Saiki and Nendo somehow get dragged along (knowing them they probably were) then Nendo would probably do stuff that disturbs him taking care of you

Surprisingly he ends up shooing them away and actually takes decent care of you (and if you ever try any romantic gestures on him he’s seriously gonna have to step out of the room)

When he’s sick he’s probably whining and pretty weak ngl 😭

So when you’re taking care of him (which you disguised as a favor to his mom) he’s blushing at every thing you do especially when you touch his forehead

He’s pretty much taking everything as a move and is blushing the whole time so do what you will with this information 😭

T - Tease (how do they tease you?)

How does he tease you?

Please it’s pathetic

Ok ok I’ll try and not to bully Kaidou but it’ll be hard not to

If anything you’re the one doing the teasing

I mean just look at him

Realistically he’d try and tease you because of this one romance manga that he started reading

Only when he starts acting that way do you just look at him like 🕴️

And to finally K.O. Him you decide to tease him back

He’s so weak to it too, he practically folds for you and just nods along

Take it easy on him and just spoil him rather than tease him 😭

He’d die from overheating at this rate so take it easy on the poor guy

U - Upset (how do they act when you’re upset?)

He’s pretty aware of when you’re upset because you’re probably not going along with him like you usually do

He blames it on dark reunion too 😭

Eventually he realizes you’re seriously upset and his mood does a whole 180

He’s practically begging for you to not be upset anymore but in all seriousness he eventually just tries to talk things out with you

Ofc it all works out in the end but things sure can be tough

V - Vaunt (what are they proud of? Do they like to show you off?)

He’s honestly just proud of you as whole

He sees you as if you were way better in his mind so ofc he’d be proud of you

I mean it literally gets to the point where he thinks over if you genuinely do like him 😭

Anyways, he’d be more likely to be proud of things that you’re proud of about yourself

Whether it’s your drawing skills, trophies in sports, or whatever really

He’d literally be so proud of you and say “that’s my s/o 😌😼”

He’d act all smug and proud when it’s not even his own accomplishments

So yes, he’d love to show you off

Especially to others who like to poke fun at him for not dating anyone when he actually is

Most times when this happens he just shows off that fact he’s dating you

It’s sorta sad that he’s not showing himself off but whatever

V - Vanity (how concerned are they with their looks?)

Honestly Kaidou is rlly cute and I feel like everyone knows that to an extent

So even if it may not be obvious- he’s pretty strict with keeping up his appearance in both the physical and social sense

He likes his looks and wants to be appealing to you so ofc he tried his best and feels all cute when you compliment him

But he also cares immensely with how he’s viewed, especially by you

He wants you to know that he’ll protect you and wants you to view him as someone strong and reliable

Especially against the dark reunion- he wants you to know you could always rely on the jet black wings and go to him- not anyone else- but HIM

Regardless of whatever he projects you know this and when you acknowledge and try to show him you care and feel that way-

He’s jumping up and down

W - Warrior (how do they feel about you fighting? Would they fight for you, beside you, etc?)

Kaidou would absolutely fight for you

I’ve already stated that he’s so over protective and always ready to defend you and even put your safety over his

So ofc he’d be willing to fight for you and even beside you

If you were to ever want to fight on behalf of him he’d be really touched

Really, no one really makes him feel all that liked most times so when you decide to fight for him and defend him he’s head over heels all over again

The most likely scenario would be that mugging one from before

You guys probably were getting mugged then you decided to defend the both of you

Kaidou is honestly touched that you’d protect him before he had the chance to do anything so he’d try and tap into his jet black wings persona and help defend you

It probs ends with Saiki interfering but it’s the thought that counts

X - X-Ray (how well are they able to read you?)

He’s able to read you pretty well, especially since you’re usually going along with his delusions and encouraging him with whatever nonsense he does

He can be a bit oblivious at times but because of how much of a person pleaser he is with you since you’re the only one who goes along he notices every little thing

So whenever you’re upset about something he can automatically tell (although he’d honestly be distracted)

He can also tell when you like something so atleast that makes up for his obliviousness 😭

X - XO (How do they show you affection? How much PDA are they willing to show?)

I feel like Kaidou is pretty closed off to showing affection at all at first

I mean I already said his love languages but he’d be hesitant to do anything he’s practically been sheltered so it’s no surprise here

Ofc eventually he’s willing to kiss, hold your hand and hug you and stuff couples usually do

However, he’s still pretty shy as the day you guys got together

So he’d probably not be that willing to show PDA but if you rlly want to he won’t be able to decline

I mean most times you’re the one making the moves so he’s probably used to it at this point

Ofc there’s the rare occasion that he wouldn’t mind it which would be when he’s being made fun of or whatever but either way he’d still be bright red and on the verge of exploding

Which at this point, are you even surprised

Y - Yearn (What do they do when they miss you?)

Kaidou is insufferable to Saiki and Nendo (he couldn’t care less-) the whole day

He’s moping and so dramatically sad if you have to stay home and he’s pretty sentimental

I mean you’d think that someone died with how depressed he is 😭

I mean when he misses you and can’t see you he’ll text and try to talk to you any way he can

Ofc it doesn’t beat the real deal and when you finally return back to school he’s all over you

He’s finally happy and everyone glad that he’s back to normal and no longer a bother

Z- Zzz (How do they act when they get sleepy? How is it sleeping in the same bed?)

He acts so bold and clingy when he’s sleepy

He’ll be his complete opposite and do and say whatever along with clinging on you

If you were to reject his affection while he’s sleepy he’d take it so personally it’s not even funny 😭

Well it is sorta funny considering that he’s trying to kiss you when a couple hours ago he tried avoiding sleeping in the same bed as you

He’s so nervous and refuses to even get on the goddamn bed at first

It’s like the floor is lava- but with the bed

So when he finally goes to lay down next to you hallelujah cuz you can finally go to bed

He’s literally buzzing awake too so you have to pull him and hold him for him to calm down

Which makes it even worse (?) cuz he’s even more stiff and is close to evaporating

Anyway- when you two finally settle down I feel like Kaidou would sleep like a little ball

Like you’d be cuddling but over the night Kaidou would separate from you and you end up finding him in a little ball sleeping

He looks so silly and cute and ends up waking up from you staring at him

Good luck getting him to calm down and stop worrying if he was drooling or something

At least his bed head is cute 😭

-

God he’s so pathetic I love him

[scented-morker]

Enha when 8th member s/o has a stage accident

8th member au, gn reader (mentions a dress in hee’s part), mentions of electrocution in jw + rk’s, requested!!, 1345 words not proofread

Heeseung

He was internally screaming as soon as he saw you getting ready

You guys always like to give each other fashion shows of your outfits before performing

Like "babe look!" And then strut strut strut pose "slay me!!" 😆😆

But he knew immediately that you did not feel very slayful in your outfit

You were literally yanking it down after every step you took because it was already short and just kept riding up

You give him a "What do you think? 😕"

And he's like "I think you would look really good in a pair of pants 😁"

But the stylists don't have anything else so you have to go out in it

He keeps giving you nervous looks from across the stage

Anytime he crosses in front of you or anything he tries to cover you up or block the camera so you can readjust

Literally texts THE FREAKING CEO like "I'm concerned about the outfits given to yn, she can't perform her best while being so clearly uncomfortable"

"I'm concerned about the entire world realizing you're in love with her, but I guess I can talk to the styling staff 🤷🏻‍♀️"

OKAY BANG PD CALL HIM OUT ON THE SIMPERY LIKE THAT

But you never get an uncomfortably short outfit again... Heelift indeed 😌

Jay

Someone did not think this through 😭

You're doing your killing part in one of the songs on music bank

So obviously the camera guy gets closer to zoom in on you (werk👏👏)

BUT THEN he immediately moves to camera above your head to find Sunghoon and just WALKS INTO YOUR FACE

Ik y'all have seen that wonyo fancam... that's what I'm talking about

You literally make the most horrified face bc THIS MANS CROCH IS IN YOUR FACE

Screw professionalism, you're traumatized 😀

But man jays face is WORSE 😭😭

He's SO MAD like angry eyebrows and everything bc YOU JUST GOT VIOLATED ON LIVE TELEVISION

Walks up to you in the middle of the performance and checks on you

"Are you okay? 🥺"

You're like "yeah, talk after" and go back to performing

At the end when you drop down to a similar pose he goes in front of you 😭😭

It's fine because it wasn't your ending fairy but everyone is on Twitter like "he protects them so well 😭"

He rly does 🫶🫶 and starts a petition to at least get female camera operators next time

Jake

You guys were performing at a festival in the rain (wow so safe)

And everyone has talked before hand about being extra careful so you didn't slip

But it was such a big crowd!!! And it was your favorite song!!!

So you maybe went a little bit harder than you should have 🫣

... and fell on your face mid performance

I'm sorry but he laughs 😭😭

Like he sees you down out of the corner of his eye

Just 💃🕳 and then nothing

You give him such a dirty look when he laughs bc "YOURE SUPPOSED TO LOVE ME STOP LAUGHING!!"

So ofc he runs over after and helps you up + gives you a big hug ❤️❤️

"I'm sorry, you just looked so funny!!"

So you smack him again of course because "WHAT DO YOU MEAN I LOOK FUNNY" 😠

But he kisses your boo boo scraped knees (which of course everyone LOSES IT watching) and looks up at you with a smirk 😫😫

I CANT 😵‍💫

Sunghoon

You pretty much always had to wear heels to perform because you were so much shorter than the boys

But today man you had some BIG STOMPERS ON

Like platforms and big heels, the whole thing

And at first Hoon just laughs at you 😭😭

"You really need all that extra height?" Then he stands next to you and realizes you're still not as tall as him "and it doesn't even work!!" 😆😆

He's having the time of his life until you smack him (except he makes you kiss him after so still a win for him honestly)

But then once you guys are performing he notices that you're not moving your legs as freely as usual 🤔 (we love an observant partner <33)

He gives you a 🤷🏻‍♀️ from across the stage and you mouth back "heavy... and too big"

It's a concert and not a like show performance so he just walks over and TAKES YOUR SHOES OFF 😭😭

Like, bends down, unlaces them, takes them off and sets them by the side of the stage

You're like wow he's so sweet omg 😆 but then he goes "now you're short again" with the biggest smile and then runs away

So much for that... enjoy your sock performance 😻

Sunoo

Honestly it was really bad for you but kinda good for him 😭

You guys were performing at a fan meeting and they were gonna shoot like fireworks out at the end !!

And everyone knew it, but you were in the bathroom when they told everyone the specifics 🫣

So you were out just like casually performing, not really doing all of the choreo

More so just singing and running back and forth on the stage to say hi to everyone 🫶

But then the fireworks shootout 😭 and you were literally RIGHT NEXT TO THEM

And you’re so freaked out and they were so close and loud and you fall on your butt 😁

And the boys don’t realize it at first because they’re interacting with fans

But when you fall the whole crowd gasps 😭😭 and they’re like ????

And then Sunoo sees you on the floor half crawling away from the fireworks THAT ARE STILL SHOOTING OUT

He feels bad but he also thinks it’s really cute (😒)

But of course he helps you up 😁

And then he drags you around with him for the rest of the time

Like no you aren’t allowed to go anywhere by yourself anymore, he is holding your hand and you are going TOGETHER

Jungwon

Listen he is MAD

Like Leader Won was on high alert all day because it's been storming on and off

He was worried someone was gonna slip

But it was 10x worse 😭

You had turned your head to do a part of the choreo and some of the rain water got into your in ear

LITERALLY ELECTROCUTED YOU

It's giving Benjamin Franklin sunbaenim 😻😻

You were center for that part so all of the boys just saw you jump from the shock and then fall into a crouch covering your ears

He is IMMEDIATELY on it, running up to you and taking them out of your ears and escorting you off stage

He lowkey yells at the staff (🫣) bc "the performance should have been cancelled and now Yn's hurt!"

He doesn't want to leave you, but he has to go finish the rest of the performance

But once you're back home, he's not leaving your side

Chilling in a dark room with soft music playing so your ears don't hurt 🫶🫶

He's trending for like a week because of how scary he was 😭

Riki

Riki is the opposite of Jungwon 😭

Like he was having the time of his life performing and then he sees you drop and goes through all five stages of grief at the same time

Runs over "are you okay?!"

Except he yelled and you just got YOUR EARS ELECTROCUTED so you clutch your ears tighter bc it hurt

Once he sees you crying ITS OVER

Literally picks you up and takes you backstage, yelling to any staff in a thirty foot radius that he needs help ☹️

They lay you down in a stretcher and take you out to make sure you don't have like permanent ear drum damage or anything and he's just standing there like 😨

He has no idea what to do with himself

"Can I go with them? Please please please?"

So they let him of course bc he's cute and he WILL NOT let go of your hand for the entire time you're being treated until you're back in the dorms laid on his bed 🥹

He’s so clingy for like a week after because he was just so scared and he never wants to be away from you ☹️

[ivysangel]

Im fk drunk with wine, in horny too soooo

I can only imagine a night of reading with Jason and two glasses of wine finishing with him between my legs

Can I be the 🐝 anon?

wishing i was wine drunk and horny, but unfortunately, i'm completely sober and just finishing up homework which is truly the biggest turn-off ever, boo. (also, yes ofc, u can be bee anon)

book club with jason!! like wine mom book club with a little charcuterie board, and it has uncured meats, cheese, crackers, fruits, and stuff. it was a surprise for him, an attempt to relax him after such a stressful week. it was so innocent??? yeah, there were some warmly scented candles lit, and the lights were dimmed, and half of the charcuterie board was made up of aphrodisiacs, but it really was sooooooo innocent. you didn't mean to turn him on with your critical thinking skills, or with the way your lipstick left stains on the wine glass, or with the way your legs were crossed as you sat on the couch and discussed the prose. you literally meant for it all to be so…innocent!!

but somehow, you end up cockwarming him, dregs of wine collected on the sides of the glass, previously cold cheeses now unappetizingly warm. he's between your legs, stretching you out so good, asking you to keep talking about the book just like you had been before, but you can't, not when you want him so carnally, like one of those passionate scenes in your favorite novella. you want him to take you to bed and ravage you like you were his enemy, who he was undeniably attracted to but also wanted to kill.

you couldn't think with him splitting you in half like that but not moving, but you knew better than anyone that you wouldn't get what you wanted if you didn't answer his questions. he got kinda sick like that sometimes, weirdly sadistic for him, like he took some kind of twisted pleasure in holding out on you when you knew he wanted it just as badly, worst part is no amount of squirming or teasing would make him relent, you'd have to sit there and hold a conversation like normal if you wanted to cum, and god did you want to cum. so you'll entertain his questions knowing he's not listening for answers but watching your reactions as he shifts ever so slightly. he's gonna ask them all again in the morning like he always does; the first round is always just for his amusement.

[horseshoegirl]

Set Me Alight: Part 7 - Paint It, Black

📜Life is messy. And complicated. And writer blocky, with a dash of imposter syndrome... I just want to put that out there... Anyway...

Well, the poll won out. You all want to know what Jake said to Midge. This is solely a flashback chapter. I can't say I'm surprised at who you all disliked in the last chapter, though I hope this one will give you some insight into why Midge has held on to this for as long as she has.

Special thank you to @teacupsandtopgun for helping me to write a certain part of this! You can thank her for the puns! And @sarahsmi13s for taking a peak at it!

❗️+18, Minors DNI, Strong Language, Enemies to Lovers, Original Female Character (s), Short OFC, Bradley Bradshaw x Natasha Trace, flashbacks, Halloween college parties, school, angst, sexual themes (overhearing), drunkness/inxotication. I mentioned angst, right? 💀

#8k <- yes, i know

Part 6 | Masterlist | Part 8

*Halloween Four Years Ago*

Giving orders to a football team to put up Halloween directions was not an easy feat. They were kids in a joke shop, only too happy to take every opportunity to jump-scare each other with a spider, a white sheet or slide out from behind a door and shout boo! 

Despite the antics, you were grateful for the help. Nat and you wouldn’t have finished in time. And even then, you suspected Nat probably would have given up halfway through, merely deciding to throw Yellow Caution Tape on the walls and call it a day. 

You wouldn’t have stopped - even if it became a doomed effort. 

Bradley’s friends weren’t what you expected them to be. True, their appearance fit the bill a thousand times over. Tall, broad shoulders and bulging muscles were all the product of hard work - including Bob, who was smaller than the rest, though not by much.  Even their mannerisms, from how they acted childish and goofy to how they winked or playfully flirted, everything you saw played into the stereotypical type that was the classic college football jock. 

Then you got to know them—really know them—and hated yourself for ever associating them as such. 

You already knew Bradley and had met him on occasion. When he stayed over to be with Nat, he was often up before you, and you’d chat with him over a cup of coffee. He always brought her a cup to wake her up when he could, and it always made you smile. 

His story was a sad one. His father passed away when he was only two years old, leaving his mom to raise him alone. While he couldn’t regale you with his memories of him, he instead offered you the stories attached to his father’s things: a button-up Hawaiian shirt in pale pastels, a pair of coffee-brown Ray Ban sunglasses, and even a worn Milk chocolate leather-strapped bag he used to lug his books around campus. 

Then, his mom passed away in high school, and his father’s best friend took him up until the point decided to leave for school. Bradley chose his words carefully when he spoke of any of them, offering little, and you wondered if the loss was still too much for him to bear. 

Or something else had happened, and he didn’t want anyone to know. 

 But as you helped him blow up a few balloons for the floor, a song from a later decade played through the speakers, and Bradley lit up, producing a smile wider than the nearby Jack-o-lantern. He launched into a story about how much his parents loved music and how his father would play the piano, which alone made him want to learn. 

You asked him if and when he did if he’d play for you one day.

Javy Machado, however, couldn’t be more different from Bradley if he tried.

He was just as meticulous as you when it came to detail. The two of you were discussing the best way to tape Velcro to the kitchen cupboards to stick fluff to the sides and mimic cobwebs when you discovered this fact. He was … quietly smooth and persuasive, with a suave smile that indicated he could charm his way into or out of any situation he wanted without needing to flirt or play it thick. 

“Angle it like this, Maeve,” he had explained, stretching the piece out. “Principle of maximum contact area equals maximum adhesive stretch.” 

You had raised your eyebrows at that remark, which prompted him to chuckle softly. 

"Science major," he shrugged with that smile, making your internal monologue stutter to a halt until you went, "Wait... What?!" 

He only laughed at your reaction, amused in a way like he’d been expecting it. But it was that look of genuine interest in his eyes that made you ask him properly. 

He didn't know what field of science to specialize in, but Javy made all of it sound amazing. From stars to not dirt—it's soil—to understanding how the world worked, he knew he wanted to spend his life trying to figure it all out. If he could throw a ball around and be part of a team with his friends, he considered himself fortunate to do both. 

Even if his passion was so far removed from your own, you may have seen some of yourself in his journey, trying to fit in while doing what you loved most. 

Holding up a string of lights against the wall, Reuben Flitch told you he was floating through school, waiting for the day he could finally be free. On that day, he’d take over his family’s business. Comparing him to the fractured story of your brother and sister following in your parent’s footsteps never seemed to cross your mind. 

Because when you asked what the business was, his face lit up with an enthusiasm you hadn’t expected. 

“My grandparents own vineyards," he had beamed. "They've been in the family for generations. I've grown up with the land, the grapes, and the entire winemaking process." 

He told you stories of growing up, playing through the vines and rows of trellises, making you long for the rows of apple trees at Aunt Viv's. He also talked about spending time with his grandfather, learning the process of pressing grapes and his grandmother tending and picking the grapes. He spoke about the people, everyone from the gardeners to the people who bottled the wine to his siblings, with whom he'd played hide-and-seek within the cellars. 

He told you a business major was worth it, as much as he loathed it, if he could own the place one day.  

You hoped he did. 

But Mickey Garica and Bob Floyd were... characters, to say the least. It was easy to talk with them, even laugh with them, as the three of you spread tiny black spiders all over the apartment. 

Mickey couldn’t stop asking if you could paint him one day, though you imagined it would be fandom-inspired rather than a realistic portrait. The second you asked him about his favourite universe, he launched into a word vomit of praise for each and every one. He spoke of Lord of the Rings, Marvel, Star Wars, Star Trek, and Batman—not DC—as the character deserved to be separated from the rest. 

It made you wonder if the one portrait would be enough. Still, you happily humoured him, saying you needed the practice. 

He was in Health Sciences, hoping it would be enough to get his foot in the door to become a firefighter. He talked about it so passionately, about being capable of making a difference and saving lives, that you honestly couldn’t see him in any other role. 

And given the opportunity, Bob was so full of sass and witty comebacks to the ones you managed to throw his way, you were surprised he was seeking an Anthropology and Archaeology degree. He seemed to have a natural talent for what Comedians had labelled “crowd work.” You honestly would have taken him for a drama major had he not told you differently.

However, once he explained his choice, you understood why. Growing up, having been a Boy Scout, learning about nature, rocks, and life. He wanted to know more about life, history, and how things were. 

A visit to an archeological dig site in high school sold it for him. His eyes lit up when he spoke about ancient civilizations, lost artifacts, and all the mysteries surrounding human evolution. He rattled off facts about Neanderthals and cave paintings, which had you urging him for more. 

He happily obliged and was encouraging when you offered a few that you knew of. 

All of them were so passionate about what they wanted to do with their lives, even Bradley, who wanted to pursue football seriously as a career; you admired all of them for it with your entire heart. 

But Jake Seresin was... you didn’t know. Nor did he, it seemed. 

Jake was there at your side every time you went back up that ladder, claiming someone needed to catch you should you fall again. You had rolled your eyes, a slight smirk gracing your face, but you let him all the same. 

He wasn’t as open as the others, wanting to flirt with you more than anything else. Somehow, you managed to get him talking about football, and when you asked him why he played, he admitted that his father had gone and played at the school. He had been urged to apply, and his family would support him throughout his entire ride. 

“Family money,” he said, his tone light when you gawked at him. You didn’t ask what his parents did, but knowing he came from a rich family, you wondered if he didn't want people to know. You certainly didn't. Nat didn’t know, at least not yet. 

It prompted him to add his parents weren’t pressuring him into one career or another; they simply wanted him to keep up with the sport. So, he was buying time and taking electives, trying to figure it out, though he would have to make a decision soon. 

And it made you wonder, under that confidence, under that layer of charm and ease on his surface, if he was searching for what everyone else in the group had already found. While everyone else didn’t fit the stereotype, you wondered if Jake was attempting to mould himself into it. 

How you wished to tell him, he didn’t have to. 

But Jake wasn’t a painting you could tear apart or theorize about. And as you pinned that last streamer to the ceiling, you realized over the course of the afternoon, you’d unwittingly developed a bit of a crush on him. 

You weren’t stupid. You recognized the signs the second he caught you off that ladder. The second he handed you that shot. He was laying on the charm, the flirty glances, the playful smiles. Even the slight touches on your waist as you leaned back, pining streamers to the ceiling, were waving the red flags in your head. 

Jake was either genuinely interested or actively looking for someone to hook up with tonight. 

It wouldn’t be you, that’s for sure—not even for someone so charming and handsome as Jake Seresin. 

In the last two hours, the guys took turns getting ready first while everyone else finished with the final touches. They wanted you and Natasha to go first, but you vehemently refused, knowing they’d ruin hours of hard work if left unsupervised. 

You also wanted to see this through to the end, but you kept that to yourself. You had revealed enough of your quirky, artsy side to them. You did not need to add to it by gushing over the decorations or how the entire apartment turned out, possibly damaging whatever relationship you'd established so far. 

People were weird when it came to shit like that. 

Jake and Bradley emerged from Nat’s bedroom just as the two of you were headed toward yours. The hallway was already lit in a deep red from the lights now neatly strung up in the corners of the ceiling. Though the sun was beginning to set, shining warm light through your window, you knew the total effect would be entirely eerie when night rolled around. You couldn’t wait to see it.

Bradley was dressed as Indiana Jones: a white shirt, a brown leather jacket, and a fake whip at his side. His outfit was complementary to Nat's Marion Ravenwood, her costume the classic white dress from the first movie you spent a while making. Though she did ask you to take some creative liberties with the design, the dress was more risque than necessary. 

The only thing remotely movie-accurate about it would be the puffy sleeves.

You couldn't help but whistle when Jake stepped out from behind Bradley. Instantly perking up at the noise, he let out a sly smirk and straightened the lapels of his deep black leather jacket. 

"Danny Zuko, huh?" you laughed softly. "Guess you've got the whole 'bad boy' vibe down." 

Jake smirked at you, copying one of the iconic character's signature moves by sliding his hands into his black leather jacket pockets as he strode by. "Only missing my Sandy. You wouldn't happen to know where I could find one, would you?" 

You coyly peered at him over your shoulder as you continued down the hall. Unknown to either of you, Nat and Bradley had stopped to watch the interaction, filled to the brim with curiosity. 

"Wouldn't know. I'm more of a Rizzo myself. Too much sass and not enough patience for leather pants." 

"To get into them or to get out?"

With a glimmer in your eyes and a smirk on your lips, you pivoted to face Jake completely, still walking backwards. “You're quite the smooth talker, aren’t you?” 

Jake shrugged, giving off the vibe of, ‘I can’t help my reputation.’ However, you could see the easy grin on his face, and one side of his mouth crooked upwards, making him appear boyish—just like the character he was dressed up as. 

It made your heart flutter inside your chest. 

“It’s a shame I’m more into the rough-around-the-edges type,” you teased softly, pausing by the corner. 

Liar. Oh, you horrible liar. 

Jake’s grin didn’t disappear when you saw him press his tongue to the inside of his cheek, arching an eyebrow. Instead, it turned into a knowing smirk.

“Is that so?” he teased.

You flushed, at a loss for words. Jake's teasing gaze lingered, and the lift in the corner of his mouth suggested he saw right through your lie. Your cheeks burned hot. 

Jake's chuckle echoed softly down the hallway as you made your escape, somehow making your heart race faster. You didn't dare look back, but you could feel his eyes on you as you turned the corner and down the hallway to your bedroom.

As Jake retreated back into the apartment, Bradley coughed lightly. He exchanged a knowing look with Nat, who had been watching your retreat. He jutted his head once toward you, and Nat replied in kind with a single tilt of her head toward Jake. 

They didn’t need to say aloud what they were thinking. They’d talk about what they discovered later, but it wouldn’t stop them from pressing this interesting development further. 

When she reached your room, Nat found you already in your robe, sitting at your vanity, brushing your hair. You had already laid out your costumes on your bed earlier in the day, and Nat raced to hers the second she saw it, making grabby hands at the fabric. 

"Ahh, it turned out so great, Maeve!" she exclaimed, grabbing the top and holding it up. You glimpsed at her through the reflection of your mirror, smiling when she hugged it to her chest.

“If I had made it any deeper, Nat, you’d be showing off more than just dangly bits.” 

She blew a raspberry at you. You giggled, shaking your head.

“You know, I’ve always wanted to do couples costumes. I never thought Bradley would go for it,” she said after a while, standing next to you and straightening her hair in the mirror of your vanity.

“Really?” you asked, concentrating on not poking your eye out with your mascara. 

“How else am I going to shoo off all the girls practically clamouring to get with Bradley? It’s a nice way to do it, don’t you think?” 

“Maybe. Not every costume as a twin, though,” you said, lowering your hand to gesture to yourself. You hoped Nat would at least acknowledge the effort you’d made or pep you up for a party you'd originally never wanted to hold. 

“What about the Danny wandering around the apartment ‘without his Sandy’?”

You dropped your hand from where you had started fixing up your other eye, glaring at her reflection in your mirror. “Really, Nat?” 

“What, you don’t dream of a little Summer Lovin?” 

You felt your face flush. As if Jake would ever really go for someone like you. “It’s Halloween, Nat.” 

“Exactly. It’s Halloween, and it’s getting colder. Maybe you’ve got chills, and maybe they're multiplying.” 

You groaned, dropping your head and smacking it against your vanity. 

“You’re sure he’s not the one you want?” she bumped you with her hip, grinning.

“Can you stop with the Grease puns? Please,” you squawked. 

Nat laughed, twirling a strand of her hair around her finger as she stepped away. "Okay, okay. But if you change your mind, I think Danny Zuko out there wouldn't mind being 'the one that you want.'"

Fingers wrapping around the handle of your hair brush, you didn’t lift your head from the vanity as you chucked it in Nat’s direction. She laughed hard, and you didn’t need to look to know you had missed her completely. 

Nat eventually cajoled you into helping her slip into her dress, adjusting bits and pieces of fabric here and there. You sat back down at your vanity as she twirled once in the mirror, declaring she was satisfied. Then her eyes went to the door, and her attention shifted to Bradley and what waited beyond it. 

"Are you okay if I go out? Do you need any help?" Nat's voice was laced with excitement, and her eyes gleamed with anticipation of finally having a party as she smoothed down the sides of her dress.  

You shook your head, leaning back in your chair. Nat didn’t meet your gaze. "No, I'm good. I only need to touch up my makeup, and my dress is a slip-on," you smiled. "Go make sure Bradley keeps his hat on." 

Nat wiggled her shoulders, biting her lip to mute her squealing giggle. The puffy sleeves of her short dress waved with her, and she precariously tip-toed out the door on her high heels. Once in the hallway, she dramatically yelled, "Come and get me, Indiana Jones!" 

You stifled a giggle, shaking your head, allowing yourself to turn back to face your mirror.

Staring at yourself, you searched every part of your face, making sure your foundation, blush, eyes, and lips were just how you wanted them to be. You toyed with a strand of curled hair, wondering if what you had done was enough—if all of it had been enough. 

Then your eyes came to rest on your costume, so carefully draped across the end of your bed through the reflection in the mirror. 

You're not sure why "Flaming June" happened to be your favourite painting, though you supposed it had to do with the girl in the painting so casually draped across that seat next to that fountain. She was curled up almost like a serpent, covered in sheer transparent vibrant orange, the painting's only bright pop of colour.

The painting was supposedly meant to depict nymphs, sleeping Greek nymphs for that matter, or even Victorian society's obsession with beauty. However, you argued differently in the paper you wrote for it.

You cared more about the juxtaposition of fire and tranquillity in the piece than about whatever cultural influence or social construct it had at the time. That one girl was at the centre of the painting, wrapped in sheer, see-through colour. She was meant to be the focus; that much was certain. 

Maybe you thought her dress signified the chaos of the world around her, and all she wanted to do was find a moment of peace. 

You’d spent countless hours at the fabric store trying to match the correct shade. Once you had completed parts of Nat's, you spent even countless more at your sewing machine, staying up late to make progress on yours. 

And each time she asked you to make alternations on hers, the more drastic you made it to be ‘just that much sluttier', the more you thought about what you could do to yours. In the end, the thin straps holding up your dress, revealing bare shoulders and the long slit between your breasts, ending just before your belly button, was all you could stomach. 

You held the dress up, contemplating your thoughts. You could do this. You could survive one simple Halloween party - one simple college rager party. 

Right?

———

The second the apartment was starting to flood with arriving guests, Jake realized you hadn’t emerged from your room with Nat.

He had been off to the side near a bookcase, talking with Bradley, hoping to stave off the crowd and the rest of the football team for a little longer. He knew they'd want to talk football and strategies for the season, and Jake simply... didn't. 

He wanted a night off. He wanted to relax and have a good time. And talking about football wouldn't be it. 

Bradley had said something to Jake, but he hadn’t been paying attention. He was too busy searching the gathering pods of people for your face. Why, he didn’t know. But he was eager to find out. 

Bradley snapped his fingers in Jake's face, startling him from his search. "Earth to Jake!" 

Jake shook his head, focusing back on Bradley. "Sorry, what?" 

Bradley raised his eyebrows under the rim of his fedora. "What's going on in that head of yours?" 

Jake regarded him for a few seconds before finally looking down at his drink, bringing it to his lips, admitting, "I'm just looking for Maeve." 

As Jake took a drink, Bradley grinned. "She's probably still getting ready. Nat said her costume was based on her favourite panting." 

Jake didn't even look up from his drink when he asked, "What's her favourite painting?" 

"Why? You looking to make a good impression?" he said, still grinning. 

"Fuck off, Man," Jake snapped, taking another swig to finish his drink. Bradley only laughed, now shaking his head. He would have let Jake simmer in his ask, but this was you. He had to give Jake at least a decent running chance. 

"It's Flaming June, the chick in the orange dress. It's a brilliant costume idea. She made it herself." 

Of course, you would have made it yourself, Jake thought. 

"Surely you came across that painting with your 'rich upbringing.' Nat was practically force-feeding information down our throats a few seconds ago to ensure we recognized her costume. It’s some Freddie Luigui piece. I don't know." 

"I know it," Jake snapped. "I've seen it before." 

Jake was pretty sure he had, maybe once at one of his father's fundraising parties, though he actively searched his mind, trying to remember what it looked like. 

Bradley remained silent, slouching against the bookcase and crossing one leg over the other. He narrowed his eyes at his friend and tilted his head. 

"Why the sudden interest in Maeve? She isn't one for..." Bradley trailed off, searching for the correct word. Just as Jake was about to ask him what he meant, Nat's approaching heels on the hardwood floor stopped them both. 

She stopped at Bradley's side, red solo cup in hand, looping her arm through his. "What are you two handsome boys gossiping about over here?" she giggled at her boyfriend, her chin plopping lazily down onto his bicep. "See any snakes in the crowd, Indy?" 

Bradley pulled his face back into a grimace, reciting the famous line. "Snakes. Why does it always have to be snakes?" 

Jake rolled his eyes at their banter, placing his empty cup on the table between them. Nat giggled, tilting her head back, indicating to Bradley she wanted to be kissed. He complied without protest, leaning down, pressing his lips to hers in an overly dramatic display merely to piss Jake off. 

"Get a room," Jake groaned, mocking a wrenching noise. The couple separated, turning to Jake with amused smirks. "You've heard and seen far worse, dude." 

Jake shuttered, the unwanted memory of walking in on Nat and Bradley from weeks ago flashing through his mind. Sharing an apartment with Bradley had its moments - some good, some decidedly less so. It made him wonder if Maeve had to put up with the same shit he did. 

“Where’s Maeve?” Jake asked Nat, ignoring Bradley's remark. "I haven't seen her yet."

Nat opened her mouth, about to tell him you were still getting ready, when she caught sight of a flash of orange stepping out from behind the corner of the hallway. You came into view, your head angled down, mindful of stepping on your dress as thin streams of transparent fabric trailed behind you at your sides. 

Javy let out a low-toned whistle from somewhere in the room, and heads turned, one by one, as you took your final step into the apartment. 

“Damn girl, you clean up nice!” 

Lifting your head, you were surprised to see eyes on you. Javy glided forward to greet you from where he had been standing at a nearby table, and you smiled at him, though a little weary. Deep down, you knew his comment was meant to be a compliment. But something coarse, like sandpaper, rubbed against your heart at the remark, lingering longer than you would have liked. 

“What? Not bad for a fine arts major?” you joked somewhat deprecatively, though your voice held none of it. 

Javy held out his hand, and you grabbed it, allowing him to lift it above your head. With a pump of his wrist, he urged you to spin under his arm several times, letting your dress fan out. You giggled as he urged you, though you wobbled on your heels. The dreaded things were Nat's only contribution to your outfit, and you were severely regretting it. 

He let you go, thinking you had your footing on the last, slowed spin. But when you came to a stop, you were on the verge of falling over, your head dizzy, and your legs unbalanced. 

To his credit, Javy tried to reach out and steady you, already regretting the step he took back. However, before he could, another pair of hands, one on your hip and one taking your hand, steadied you. 

Jake’s hands were firm on your skin, pulling you close as you lost your balance. You fell into his chest, head tilted back, half falling over. And looking up at his face, seeing the amused grin on his lip, you drew in a sharp breath at the sight. 

"Letting me make a good first impression?" he quipped.

“By catching falling women?” you laughed breathlessly, bringing your free hand to his chest. If you had let your hand stall slightly longer than necessary, you would have never admitted to it.

“Seems noble enough,” he replied, helping you to stand. Though he might have let go of your hand, he didn’t let go of your waist. “Or do you make it a habit to test the reflexes of every guy you meet?”

You couldn’t resist the playful jab. “Only the ones who seem like they can handle it. And the pretty ones.”

Jake's grin widened, and he even risked sneaking a quick peek at your lips, letting them rest there for a few seconds before his eyes roamed the rest of your body.

"Flaming June, right? Frederic Leighton's Masterpiece."

You blinked in surprise, letting out a small gasp. You honestly expected to tell people what your costume was, not just some girl in some random orange dress. Jake's knowledge of the painting, let alone his identification of it so quickly, was scoring him some major brownie points. 

"You know your art," you commented nonchalantly.

He shrugged, "I might know a thing or two. I always had a thing for the classics. By the way, it suits you." 

You practically preened under his gaze. "Thank you," you said, a shy smile creeping onto your face. He beamed at you in return. 

Yes, you might have a crush on him. But for the first time that day, you figured it wasn’t such a bad thing after all.

—- 

This was a bad idea - Oh, this party was such a bad idea.

Believing you were having a good time and actually having a good time were two separate things. You certainly felt one of those things. As the night went on, and with each drink you tipped back, alcoholic or not, regret built in your stomach. 

You weren’t sure what you were expecting. Maybe you were seeking reasons where there initially were none, allowing Natasha’s suggestions to slowly chip away at your resolve until you finally gave in. Maybe it was the promise of letting loose, to embrace the spirit of Halloween with all its creative potential.  

Maybe it was the promise of making new friends. Of getting to know people outside the art department. Natasha had told you to mingle. She wanted you to mingle, and yet... you didn’t know where to start. 

You didn't expect Nat or Bradley to coddle you, but they could have introduced you to a few people besides the core group before things had gotten this bad. You didn't dare approach Javy or Rueben, who played beer pong and chugged beers back like it was nobody's business. They were off doing their own thing, and you didn’t want to intrude. 

 Mickey and Bob had gone home earlier in the night. Bob proclaimed he had a midterm to study for, and Mickey wanted to go home anyway so he could call his family in peace. You strongly suspected he wanted to watch Halloween movies instead.

Rocky Horror sounded like a wonderful idea right about now. 

You couldn’t hang around Nat and Bradley all night, either. And nobody from your art classes would even dare set foot inside a party where nearly half of its guests were from the sororities.

You knew that. While you did extend the invitation, you told them you wouldn't blame them if they didn't come. They had looked at you with such disregard you wondered if they were seeing you through newly polished rose-coloured glasses. And standing up against the wall next to your bookcase, like an insipid wallflower, you could hardly blame them for it either. 

You couldn’t introduce yourself in a place where you were the outsider, even within the walls of your own home. Soon after the first few attempts, that realization settled deep into your chest. And you couldn’t help but feel like you had done this to yourself -  an attempt to be part of something like this, even if just for a night.

But Jake… Jake was still here. At least, he should be. He had been by your side for the beginning of the evening, talking to you about what projects you were currently working on over another drink—not whiskey—after you had started to hiccup while putting up decorations. 

After he recognized your dress, you weren’t ashamed to tell him. You had launched into the ideas and thoughts behind two paintings and one sculpture, an old table that you were trying to turn into an elemental-type sundial. You told him about the zodiac signs you had already burned into the wood after sanding it down and how each was placed in its own little section as it related to its element. 

You had reached halfway through your thought process when you realized how lost you were in your explanation. You froze mid-sentence, blushing harder than the colour of your dress. 

"Sorry," you had said. "I ramble when I get excited about my art.” 

But Jake’s interest hadn’t waned. If anything, it urged him to ask, “How did you find something you're so passionate about? Creating things... making art?"

His question had made you pause, though not over what to say but merely how to say it. “It was my voice when words fell short or my escape when the world grew too loud.” 

You caught a glimpse of something in Jake’s eyes—a flash of longing, a momentary crack in his confident demeanour. What followed was a slight nod. It was there, and then it wasn’t, as if he’d accidentally revealed more of himself than he wanted. Then he caught himself, suddenly straightened his spine, and continued the conversation as if that brief lapse in judgment never happened in the first place. 

Ten minutes later, he excused himself to get another drink. And you hadn’t seen him since. 

You scanned the room for him, hoping to spot that black leather jacket among the sea of people. But it was impossible. Under the dim, eerie glow of the lights, each costume blurred into the next, and the crowd swallowed any hope of finding him.

Reaching for whatever mixed drink Nat had made you earlier off the table, you pushed yourself off the wall, weaving through the throngs of people, figuring you might as well try to see if she knew where he had run off to. 

Liquid sloshed over the rim of your cup onto your hand as you dodged a zombie here, a fairy there, and music pulsing like a heartbeat through the packed room. Laughter and snippets of conversations swirled around you as you scanned the sea of faces, both masked and not for Nat. 

Glasses clinked, a witch cackled, and the scent of spiced pumpkin mingled somewhere in the mix with the tang of alcohol and body sweat. By the time you spotted her leaning heavily against the kitchen Island, red cup in hand and her laughter too loud, eyes slightly unfocused, you knew the night had taken its toll on her sobriety. 

She was too preoccupied with telling a bunch of people a story to notice how you quickly launched the contents of your cup into the sink behind her. You extended your arm when you were close enough, looping your arm around her waist. Her arm came up at the same time, sliding across your back to pull you close. 

Nat tilted her head back onto her shoulders, glancing at you with happy eyes. "Maeve!" she whined tipsily. 

Given how far gone she was, you were surprised at how accurately she pronounced your name. She bent slightly, still holding her red Solo cup in her hand, to hug you tight, her face smooshing into your neck.

“It looks like you’re having the time of your life,” you snorted. She nodded against your skin, biting her lip in a smile with a happy, drunken snigger. She lazily pulled back to meet your eye, and you smiled at her. 

“Have you seen Jake around?” 

Nat paused, her gaze flickering around the room as if she'd genuinely forgotten about him, though she didn’t lift her head off your body. "Jake? Oh, I haven't seen him in a bit,” she slurred slightly. “Why? Do you two likeeeeeeeeeeeeeee each other? Is Jake going to make you scream grease lightin’?” 

You reached for her red Solo cup and pried it from her hand. “Okay, yup, you're cut off.” 

“Nooo,” she pouted her arm a dead weight as she tried to take it back. Her hand hit the bottom of the cup, and liquid shot up, once again covering your hand in whatever type of alcohol Nat managed to mix together. You could only sigh. 

“Here comes the fun police,” she muttered under her breath. “I thought you’d be off doing your own thing.” 

Well, that fucking stung just a tiny bit. 

“I’m not going to be the one who cleans up your vomit tomorrow morning, Nat.” 

“I’ve only had,” she held up her hand, widening her thumb and pointer finger probably further apart than she thought, “this much to drink.” 

“Ahm...”  

Luckily for you, Bradley appeared, having seen what was going on. He looked amused yet concerned as he slid between the gap of the island and Nat to observe his girlfriend babbling nonsense on your shoulder. “What’s happening here?”

Nat made another grab for her cup, but Bradley gently intercepted her, taking her hand into his before she could even grasp it. 

“That,” you offered. 

 “I think it’s time we get you to bed, love,” he suggested, wrapping an arm around her waist. You let him take her, happy for him to bear her weight. 

Nat leaned into him, mumbling something incoherent, a mix of protest and agreement. Bradley spared a glance at you, silently thanking you in your unspoken agreement. You nodded, watching as he sandwiched her to his side and carried her off towards her room. 

It always seemed like one of you was always taking care of her. At one point or another. 

After getting rid of Nat’s cup, you felt the sticky residue of both of your spilled drinks on your skin and felt the urge to run to the privacy of the bathroom to wash it off. Stumbling down the hallway, blusters on your feet finally making themselves known, you let your hands casually slide along the wall. The music from the party faded into a muffled, dull noise as you walked. 

You wanted to smile at the lights. The red eerie glow along the top corners of the ceiling only reached not even halfway down the wall, plunging the floor into a dark abyss. You clumsily stuttered through it, unable to see anything below your waist.

It was exactly as you pictured it, and yet you couldn't bring yourself to manage the slightest grin. 

The bathroom door was down at the end of the hall slightly ajar, with the red LED light illuminating its edges from behind. You zoned in on it like a wobbly arrow to a target, tired and completely done with tonight and everything about it.

You reached for the curved handle, about to push the door open, when a high-pitched giggle came from behind the piece of wood. You shot your hand back like you had been burned, and with a quick turn of your heel, you plastered your back up against the wall. 

You immediately knew what was happening behind that door, and it made you throw up in your mouth just a little. 

Ugh, I’m going to have to disinfect the hell out of that bathroom tomorrow. 

The next voice you heard, however, made your heart drop into your stomach. 

“You like that, don’t ya, sweetheart?”

You didn't want to believe it, but you had to see for yourself. Leaning forward off the wall, you peered through the crack in the door, only to spot a black leather jacket taking up most of your view—the same black jacket you had complimented Jake on earlier that day. It was a stark contrast to the red glowing light above him, and something snapped in your heart and recoiled back as one slender bare leg in beige fishnet stockings wrapped around his. 

There was an overly drunken and seductive 'ahm,' forcing you to glance over his shoulder at the girl he was with—her costume was a bejewelled Taylor Swift outfit to match her long blonde hair. 

You swallowed your bile and adverted your gaze, pressing yourself back up against that wall, out of sight and hidden completely from view. 

You knew this was a possibility; Jake was merely looking for a hookup and nothing more. You had considered it all afternoon. Yet, you couldn’t help but feel utterly hurt at the sight. 

"I mean, Nat's pretty clever befriending that girl.. what was her name, Maeve?" the girl snickered. 

"I know. It sounds like something out of those weird fantasy books everyone loves." A whimper from his companion followed Jake's breathy and muffled laugh.

At the dig, your hand went to your chest, your heart thudding painfully under your palm. The realization they had been talking about you, about Nat, made tears flood your eyes. 

You didn't understand it. Or maybe you did, and you were too blinded by the possibility of someone like him, someone like Nat, Bradley, Bob, Mickey, and Rueben, to beat the fucking pyramid scheme and care about someone like you. 

What other explanation was there except the fact you had been blinded by those who proved to be the exception? Blinded by the fucking elementary school crush cause he had flirted, smiled, joked, and maybe even showed some half-decent interest in you. Clearly, the second he figured out you weren’t going to hook up with him, he sought his sights on someone else. 

Jake wasn’t trying to mould into the stereotype. He was the fucking stereotype.

"Even her costume," she sneered. "Like, who the fuck dresses up like that for a college rager Halloween party? You're supposed to dress up slutty."

You couldn't speak, staring down the front of your dress to what you had thought had been a risky enough slit. You couldn't even breathe. 

"You kidding me?" he laughed lowly. "Bradley was practically screaming at us what she dressed up as. I'd have no fucking clue what she was otherwise. I'd guess some random Greek Godness obsessed with that awful shade of orange."

Your hand slid up from your chest, around your throat to feel your harsh, rough swallow. Only it didn’t stop there, suddenly finding yourself wrapping it around your entire mouth, stifling any noise wanting to escape. Through shaky inhales in and out of your nose, you fought hard to stop yourself from crying over this. 

Over him. Over a fucking jock who would say anything to hook up with a girl. Only to get his dick wet. 

But you couldn't prevent the tears from welling up in your eyes, or from one finally spilling over, dropping down your cheek only to stall there, or how the hand covering your mouth curled up around your cheekbone, only to stroke away the tear. 

You refused to look back at the door through the crack, so you fixed your gaze on the darkness consuming the ground. And as you lowered your hand, you caught the ugly black smear marring your skin.

 How could you not? Standing in the glow of that red hallway light, it was the only thing you could see.

The artistic irony hits you like a freight train. Here you were, dressed as the girl in your favourite painting. Her dress had been the only bright shade of colour in the entire painting, and you, standing in the top half glow of bright red LED lights, had failed to notice what had been staring you in the face all along.

Orange was muted by red, and black bled through all. The only thing about you that stood out the entire evening was this tiny black mark scarring the back of your hand—black tears from smeared mascara.

"I would have guessed an orange," the girl snickered, quickly followed by a mewl. "Though she practically blended into the wall, I couldn't see her with the lights." 

Lips plucking on skin echoed off the title and out the door, and Jake drew in a ragged breath as he agreed. "She did blend right into the fucking wall, didn’t she?"

Your eyes burned. The girl giggled. 

“How long do you think this one will stay? She seems… different, to say the least.” 

Jake sniggered. “Seriously, you think Natasha Trace is hanging around that girl out of the goodness of her heart?” 

His laugh was so full of malice that it was nothing like the ones you had heard pleasantly filling your ears earlier. 

“Everyone knows after what Nat did, she needs an image clean up. Playing the saint, befriending the weird loner art girl, giving her the best friend badge?” 

“If she thinks she’s got a place in the big leagues, she’s in for a rude awakening,” the girl murmured. “Pathetic. People like her don’t belong with people like us.” 

There was a pause. “It’s just like Natasha, though. She always needs an audience, something to validate her feelings. It’s brillant really.” 

Jake's agreement was a silent blow, his next words the dagger. "Nat's smart. She knows how to play the game. Maeve's just...convenient."

Convenience. The word echoed in your mind, bouncing off the walls of your already crumbling self-worth.

“Give it a year. Trace is going to drop her the second the next new shiny person comes along. And everyone is going to forget about the little art girl she used up and discarded. Or she’ll become the most hated girl on campus.” 

Without your back up against the wall, his words might have made you crumble into that dark abyss. 

“Can we stop talking about her now?” the girl whined. “I thought you promised to get me off.” 

Jake chuckled lowly, the sound morphing into a low, predatory growl. “You brought her up, sweetheart. But don’t worry—I’m all yours now.” 

You pushed yourself away from that wall, stumbling down the dark hallway to your bedroom out of instinct, refusing to subject yourself to any further torture. But just before your door, you fell into the wall, your shoulder throbbing as you slouched against it. 

The world around you swirled, leaving you consumed by one thought—and one thought alone.

That. Fucking. Asshole! How dare he! How fucking dare he!

To hear Natasha be demeaned, your friendship demeaned and used as a stepping stone in pursuit of a meaningless hookup... anger boiled under your skin. You didn’t care what he or what they had said about you, but Nat? 

If Jake thought he’d succeed in sweet-talking you, to play you like a puppet on a string, just as he assumed Nat had been doing, he had another thing coming. If he was going to talk shit about your friendship with her, you’d show him just how spineless you could be. 

Oh, he’d wish he’d never caught you off that fucking ladder. Wished he had never met you and flirted with you, obviously a ploy to find someone to hook up with. You gagged at ever having a crush on him in the first place. 

But as you leaned against the wall, trying to steady your swirling thoughts, doubt wormed its way into your mind.

What if he was right? 

What if your friendship with Nat was just a convenience, a way for her to maintain her status or recover from her sorority fallout? You knew nothing of it, nothing more than what she told you. There could be more to the story, things she hadn’t revealed, things nobody else had either.

 No, you shook your head, trying to dismiss the thought. Nat had been there for you in ways no one else had. 

Jake was just an asshole. Plain and simple. 

But then another thought sucker punched you in the gut. 

You couldn’t tell anyone else what he said. You wouldn’t be responsible for causing that type of drama within a friend circle, one that long before you ever showed up. They never would have believed you anyway, and Nat… she worked so hard to get out, escape the rumours and gossip, to put it behind her. She didn’t need to know about this.

You had no choice but to carry this burden alone. It was a lonely decision, but perhaps loneliness was a small price to pay for the semblance of harmony among friends—or so you tried to convince yourself.

But Jake. You could no longer give a rat’s ass about Jake. If he wanted to attack Nat, then fine. You hit him right back. That much you could still do. 

Whatever had possessed Frederic Leighton to name the piece you currently embodied, “Flaming June,” whatever possessed him to gift that girl with fire in her name, that fire was suddenly born in you. 

A flame that sparked and kerosened your soul to burn, hot and bright. It was a wildfire that rushed under layers of skin and ignited every nerve, ending with a ferocity you never knew you possessed. It was born to protect what you had found - Nat, Bradley, Bob, Mickey, Javy and Rueben. And that fucking asshole would never be allowed to put you down, Nat down, like your family did, ever again. 

Pushing yourself off the wall, you stepped into your bedroom. Slamming the door, the lock clicked hard into place. 

It never opened the rest of the night.

NOW YOU KNOW....

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Boo shower sex with Duff!! Y’all get home late at night and are both really tired so to save time you shower together. Then (ofc) things get a bit hot and heated in the shower, and not just because of the water temperature. After you guys fuck, Duff is really sweet and tender and he washes you and then you guys go to sleep together yay!! :3

hot water ~

duff mckagan ~ smut/fluff ~ female reader ~ 1266 words ~ ~~~~~ You pull into the driveway, glancing at your boyfriend often. He’s so tired after rocking out on the bass earlier today that he’s resting his eyes, his head leaned back and his soft lips parted as his mouth hangs open a little. Duff looks cute as he dozes off, his eyes closed gently. But he’s tired, and knowing the guy, he’s not gonna go to sleep without a shower first. You lightly rub his shoulder, his eyelids fluttering open and he looks at you with foggy and tired eyes.

“Mmmmh? Ohh, hey, love.” Duff leans over and kisses your lips tiredly with a silly love-filled smile on his lips. “We home?”

“Yeah, we are.” You kiss his lips back and smile at him kindly, taking off your seatbelt. “I figured you’d want to take a shower before we sleep. You were sweating hard up there.” You chuckle and open the door, getting out of the car. He follows suit and puts an arm over your shoulders as you walk into your house, holding you to him. You can smell the sweat clinging to his body as he hugs you by the shoulders.

As soon as you both walk upstairs, he slips into the bathroom and turns on the water to how he likes the temperature. It’s a little too warm for you, but you quickly adjust to it. Sooner than you know it, Duff’s down to just his navy blue boxers, the outline of his cock visible. His dick is nothing you haven’t seen before, but even getting an outline sends your brain into overdrive.

“Relax. Keep your cool, it’s just an innocent shower. A clean-up and then snuggling into bed together to sleep.” You think and start taking your clothes off. You and Duff usually shower together, as it shows trust and comfort between the two of you, as well as it gives a deeper and more efficient clean.

You’re down to just your panties and undergarments as Duff is already naked and in the shower, adjusting the water to his preference. He’s always so laid back about everything, but when it comes to shower water, that’s when he goes all-out. It’s cute, really.

“You comin’, hun?” Duff gives you a smile and pokes his head out of the shower, his wet hair dripping on the floor as he gives you a smile.

“Of course I am, just gimme a sec.” You smile back at him as you slip off your panties and toss your bra aside, joining him in the shower. The hot water hitting your skin makes you want to yelp from surprise, but the feeling of Duff’s strong arms and gentle hands around you makes you relax and melt into his embrace a bit, enjoying his touch. His hands slowly trail down your body and his lips part, lightly kissing the top of your head and face. He tilts your head up and crouches down a little, kissing your jaw and neck. Your heart rate picks up and you begin to breathe faster as his hands trace down the curve of your body, feeling you all over.

“I love you, baby.” Duff whispers into your ear, kissing your jaw right next to the ear. He lifts you up, pinning you to the shower wall and kissing down your collarbone and tits sloppily, not really caring how wet his kisses are as the shower water wicks away the spit. Your bodies are covered in hot water, making your features more defined from the shine on them. Your eyes don’t part from Duff’s strong body as he holds you to the wall while kissing down your body, his hands firmly gripping your shoulders as your legs wrap around his hips tightly. His kisses are a bit aggressive, as you can feel his tongue press against your skin each time his lips make contact. Your breaths grow quicker, small moans escaping your mouth.

“Duff, darling, please..” You pant as the hot water pours on you and Duff, wanting him to fuck you slowly, which he does. The tip of his brushes against your slick folds, then he slowly slides his dick in, inch by inch. You let out loud and low groans as you feel his hard dick slip inside of you. Duff continues to kiss your neck as he holds you against the wall, his hips moving slowly, his dick moving in and out of you gently. God, he’s good at hard and fast sex, but you have a soft spot for when he fucks you slowly. It’s one of the many ways he shows his love to you, and you’re a sucker for it.

Duff lets out soft moans into your ear as you feel his thick cock inside your tight cunt as he fucks you, your stomach knotting and heating up as you know you’re getting a bit closer. You kiss his cheeks, jaw and the lobe of his ear, letting out raw and love-filled moans.

“God, Duff, I’m close.” You moan and Duff sighs happily in response. He smiles at you, kissing your face gently as his tongue licks your skin.

“I love you so much, baby.” Duff whispers with a love-heavy tone, still kissing the side of your face as you edge closer to satisfaction and pleasure. A solid and loud groan leaves your mouth as you finish, your cum coating his dick. Duff sucks the skin on the side of your face, leaving a shallow hickey that will disappear in 10 minutes or so. He sighs, pulling out of you as he feels his body grow tight, pushing you down so your mouth is right at the tip of his dick. Your mouth moves around his dick, about halfway into your mouth as he lets out a load into your throat. The taste is salty and rather bitter. For any other guy, you’d spit, but for Duff, you gladly swallow, his cum sticking to the sides of your mouth as it trails down your throat.

“C’mon, baby.” Duff smiles down at you as you move his dick away from your lips, standing up with slightly legs. “Let’s wash you up, huh?” He gives you a warm and loving smile as he rubs some body wash into a loofah, then slowly washes off your body. His hands holding you in place is such a comforting feeling, as if he’s truly taking care of you. A soft sigh escapes your lips as you let him rub soap all over your body slowly, washing you off. After all the soap is on your body, you switch, you washing his body now. Your cum drips off his dick, quickly being washed away in the water as you wash his body with care.

After the shower ends, you two are drying off in the bathroom, brushing out his hair a little. It’s hard for Duff to keep his eyes open, as the fatigue from the show is getting to him. He yawns, trying so damn hard to keep his pretty eyes open so he can spend more time with you. But it’s hard.

“Duff, you’re tired. Let’s go to sleep, okay?” You suggest as you rub his back gently.

“Yeah. That sounds-” He yawns. “-That sounds good to me, babe.”

You walk Duff into the bedroom, and as soon as his head hits the pillow, he’s out like a light. You chuckle and snuggle in next to him, and his arm wraps around you in his sleep. You sigh, comfort washing over you as you slowly drift into sleep by the one you love. ~~~~~

[kairiscorner]

🎶 When did it end? All the enjoyment

I'm sad again, don't tell my boyfriend

It's not what he's made for

What was I made for? 🎶 my fav part fr... anyways GOOD MORNING/AFTERNOON/EVENING KAIRIIIII. teehee.. can you do a miles x reader comforting reader? (any kind of problem that you want.. ex: weight, exams, feeling like a failure and etc) if you want to ofc!

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HI AGAIN 🐨 ANON MY BOO 🫂 omg i LOVE this idea, also why would you hurt me with 'what was i made for' (sobs uncontrollably) BUT ANYWAY, HOPING YOU LIKE THISSSS

(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

everything's gonna be alright — miles 1610 x reader

summary: lately, you haven't been feeling very proud of yourself. you used to be so good at what you did, it was your pride and joy to be amazing at what you do--but it's like the spark's gone, and when that spark's gone... wouldn't who you are be gone, too? miles doesn't think so, though, and he's here to prove you are so much more than how you see yourself. word count: 827

you couldn't pick up the phone right now, everything just felt so... suffocating. nothing felt right about today, about this whole week. you knew you should expect days like this, days when you feel unmotivated to do what you usually brings you fulfilment and joy, but recently, it's gotten a lot more intense. you felt like you were falling behind, like everyone else is getting ahead of you while you're still stuck back to where you started. you felt like the world was passing you by, and no matter what you did to counter that feeling, the feeling merely festered and worsened. you hated what you became when you felt this way, it made you feel like you weren't really in control of yourself.

"gonna, um... gonna talk about it?" miles asked you as he crawled into your room through your open window. you sighed, unsurprised that miles came after you ignored his calls. he always visited you like this, it was kind of tradition now ever since he got his powers. but whenever he came, you were usually so bright and cheery, with you doing whatever it was you were so passionate about–but recently, you've been more and more closed off, and it's been concerning miles.

you shrugged. "what's there to talk about?" you asked him as you began picking up the fallen items and pillows from your flurry of anger and disappointment in yourself. miles helped you clean up, what with him having memorized every inch of your room since he's here so often. "maybe about the fact you've been kinda off these days, and... i've been calling you. but you never responded, so i felt the need to see if you were okay–" "i'm fine." you responded immediately as you almost slammed your notebooks back on the desk, your nostrils flaring and your eyebrows knitting together.

miles looked at you with concern in his eyes. he approached you slowly, worried about what happened, even though you said you were fine. "i'll believe you, but if you wanna talk..." he began as he picked up a photo of you two that fell down from your notebooks and looked at it, smiling as he saw the silly faces you both made. "...i'm right here for you." he said as he gently pat your back and handed you the photo. you looked at him and took the photo from him, feeling slightly ashamed you were turning him away when he's so eager to help you. you felt a coldness overwhelm you as you shut your eyes and sighed. you admitted to miles nothing was okay right now, not a single thing was okay about this whole week and everything just... felt like you weren't important, your efforts weren't being recognized, and you were working yourself to the bone for nothing.

you felt hot tears form in your eyes as miles gently wiped them away for you. he nodded and looked at you with sympathy and compassion filling his face as sadness and regret filled yours as you thought more and more about how pathetic you saw yourself, how pathetic miles must've seen you at that moment. "i'm sorry, i'm sorry i'm so... so pathetic, i--" but before you could finish, miles shushed you and wrapped you in a gentle hug. "hey, hey... it's okay. you're good." he reassured you as he held you close, with you holding on to him and sobbing a little more into his shoulder.

"but it's... it's not okay, you have such valid problems, like saving the city, taking down villains, making peace with your uncle's death... and here i am crying over such stupid things..." you murmured as your lower lip trembled and as your eyes filled with new tears. miles kept holding you close as he rubbed your back. "all problems are valid. and even if you don't think so, i do. you're perfect in everything you do, because you make it your own. don't feel pressured to be on top, i'm perfectly content meeting you halfway there, or nowhere near the top at all."

"i love you, and i love everything it is you do. if you don't feel like doing it, don't be disappointed in yourself. take a break, be kinder to yourself, and best of all... realize you're worth so much more than your hobby, your grades, your looks, your everything. you are not what you make, you are who want to be." miles said as he pulled away from you and smiled as he wipes away the remainder of your tears. "and if you want me to start, well then, i'm no hero--the city made me that. i know who i am, and that is your annoyingly cute boyfriend of yours who will never stop reminding you i care, and that you are wonderful." he said as he kissed the top of your head and held you close again. "and i love you, so, so, so much."

tags !! @k4tsu3 @fiannee @luvstarrstruck @toneystank-3000 @ii01vq @maxoloqy @solecitoszn

[geraldthellama]

Bowuigi Corpse Bride AU Lore Post

So I said I would probably make this and while I thought about making this into a fanfic and making ya'll read that, I decided that I need to commit to the other three (two and a half?) Mario fanfic ideas I have. So if anyone wants to make a full blown fic or whatever with this AU, feel free (but tag me ofc because I've got to see it).

(This will not be short, just a quick warning that this is a commitment).

This AU is very loosely based off the actual movie. Instead of them being in the underworld, they're just in a haunted house that Boo lost to Bowser in a game of poker, and instead of being a corpse (as the name suggests), Luigi is just a slightly annoying boo. Him and Polterpup are the only ones that inhabit the mansion, and, with the house completely abandoned, it's probably going to stay that way.

In this world, ghosts only stay after some massive traumatic death. Problem is, Luigi has no recollection of how he died, he just knows he hit his head and a little while later awoke, a ghost that's unable to be seen, heard, and is completely alone as a newly-deceased. Aside from the yipping ghost dog at his feet (Luigi has always been afraid of both ghosts and dogs).

As a ghost, Luigi originally spawns (spawns?) into this world with little ghostly abilities. Living beings can't see or hear him and he doesn't have the power to manipulate objects or people in any way. He is essentially a specter, watching the lives of other people for years until, eventually, it's abandoned, and the Peasley family mansion (one of many, that is) is gambled away to King Boo.

But, King Boos already got his own slew of creepy haunted mansions, and, frankly, this one is haunted by a ghost he can't stand. A ghost that hasn't been able to speak to someone for around a decade. A chatty ghost that hasn't been able to speak to someone for over a decade. He's not exactly torn up about parting with it.

Bowser, the poor thing, is on attempt...

Attempt... 2 hundred... something.

(at least 4 proposals a year, for around 20 years... that's...)

Let's just say, Peach does and has not wanted Bowser for a long ass time, and it really doesn't help his self esteem that he's still being thwarted by a plumber that's old enough to be his dad and uses a cane. He really can't understand what Peach sees in him, especially considering she still looks like a youthful 20/30-something into her 60s. Frankly, it's unfair. He's got money, kids (some really awesome ones too), power, looks (he thinks so at least), and isn't 3 pudding cups away from dementia.

What he hasn't got, until right now at least, is an awesome mansion, specially built for human(oid) creatures. Maybe she just didn't like gothic castle architecture? Maybe, as Boo suggests, he just has to get her scared enough to fall into his arms for safety. He's got this all planned out.

Boo did not specify that the "ghostly inhabitants" of this mansion were a hyperactive ghost dog and naive plumber. He didn't think it was important information at the time.

So, when Bowser is plotting and practice-proposes (does he really need more practice?) to the striking blue eyes of a, surprisingly, human painting, the last thing he expects is to be met with a ghoulish grin.

Barely ghoulish, because, god, the thing is bright. The smile and the bio-(bio?)-luminescent energy it's attached to. For a ghost who's wearing bloodied bandages and has been dead for 30 lonely years, he's surprisingly optimistic.

"Really?! And you're not even a boo!" :D

He's very optimistic, in fact, because he's willing to believe that this complete stranger might just be his ticket out of this wall-papered purgatory. He died meeting up with his forbidden love, after all, so it must be a sign. He does not hesitate to shove that ring on his finger, even if his new fiance looks hesitant (he might be naive enough to go with it, but he's not blind). He's convinced the two will make it work.

Luigi is... very tired of looking at the same things everyday. Now, he can attach to his new fiance, who's only slightly hesitant to engage with him, (and is not bad looking at all, in Luigi's opinion). Together, the two can actually have a life together. Luigi was only 25 when he died, and he was far too shy then to do any adventuring. The most rebellious thing the man had ever done was sneak out.

Man, look where that ended him.

For Luigi, this is his opportunity to live the life he wasted was robbed of.

And the guys got kids! How awesome is that?

Bowser is not liking the new pets at his side. One never stops yipping and yapping and one is a dog. Luigi is... fine. From a distance. The problem is that they physically can't get any. As long as Luigi is attached to him, consider them hand cuffed. This stupid, green boo is crimping his style, and any game he had with Peach is virtually ruined when he's got his "fiance" clinging to his side like he's the best thing since breathing air.

At least Luigi appreciates his kids. The ghost obviously has some taste (of course he does, he chose him for pete's sake), and Junior and the rest seem to like the ghoul enough... Even if Junior isn't completely sure that Luigi is a ghoul. Both Luigi and Junior agree that boos are scary.

Maybe, after some hard self-reflection (with Luigi close and present, of course), and some growing emotional intimacy and openness, Bowser begins to kind of, perhaps tolerate Luigi. Just a little. Just enough to find his stupid quirks endearing and just enough to start to think that maybe he's always been too good for Peach, anyway. Maybe he should be with someone who appreciates him and loves his family. It's not like her and Mario had ever had kids in their relationship, and her not wanting kids is kind of a deal breaker.

Bowser's newfound attention on Luigi is driving everyone else nuts, though. Boos barely seen the man since his unfortunate run in with the green leach and no one else at their poker table is any good. At this rate, Boos not even satisfied winning Peasley's riches off him anymore. Occasionally, a guy just wants to lose, y'know? Boo hates only one thing more than Peasley whining about the consequences of his gambling addiction, and that's boredom. He misses when the Koopa King spent all his time plotting against the old-ass plumber. At least then he showed his face at their meetings.

And when Boo finally brings up his grievances, because he deserves to rant, Peasley seems... nervous. Boo loves nervousness.

"There's a... human boo... in the mansion I gave you..?"

"One, you didn't give it to me, you lost, fair and square. Two, yeah, and he's just about the chattiest thing I've ever met. All dressed up in a white suit, the pretentious-"

At that, Peasley turns about as pale as a ghost. Well, if that were possible, considering he's a legume. Suddenly, he's got some important things he has to do somewhere else.

This poker table is looking weak.

When Peasley asks Bowser to meet at the mansion, Bowser warns he can't come alone. It's a stretch to get the green ghost to go back with him, and as much as Bowser wants to tell him "you're coming with me, whether you like it or not", he can't bring himself to say it. Instead, he convinces Luigi that it's a quick stay. Essentially, a welfare visit on the old house and a quick meeting with an old friend. Luigi's narrowly convinced.

Stepping back onto that porch brings back a lot of old memories for the human. Few of them anything good in retrospect.

But he does want to see his painting again. He always did cherish that painting. He's sure Bowser will too, right?

Is that painting a good memory for Bowser? He wonders.

It was all those years ago that a young Peasley gifted him that painting. Like him, he had been optimistic and in love. Even if his rich, snobby parents weren't a fan of the human, they had an entire life ahead of them. Peasley had made him a beautiful painting. It was the one part of the house Luigi felt was his. A good memory.

He never expected to be greeted by the same image he had all those years ago. Peasley, now older, stood in front of the painting. His face now wasn't proud or love-struck or whatever expression he had had then (Luigi can barely remember Peasley's face until just now), he looked somber. It was a rare occasion that Luigi wasn't green, and his teal glow seemed to throw Bowser off.

And divert Peasley's attention away from the miserable painting and over to the ghost, who was nervously twiddling his thumbs with a sympathetic look in his eyes.

It's not long before Bowser realizes that this meeting was never about him, and he feels more awkward than anything else...

Except that Polterpup has been on edge since the moment he saw the bean (now) king. Has he ever seen the dog not wag it's tail at someone?

Immediately, the older man apologizes. Things were never meant to end up how they did. He tried his best to help when he could.

Luigi's not angry, how could he be? Luigi's fall was an accident.

Peasley says he didn't know Luigi had stuck around, and if he had, he thinks he would have done things differently. He would have at least had the place cleaned instead of just letting it rot.

(So Peasley abandon the mansion? The perfectly good mansion for no reason, leaving Luigi alone.)

And, of course, Peasley's sorry for not telling Mario or his parents about what happened to him.

(HUH?)

He insisted that he waited for hours with Luigi, hoping he'd recover with enough gauze. The man told him it was a lost cause. If he could have saved him, he would have.

Hours?

"I was unconscious for hours?"

It came out as barely a whisper.

"I stayed almost the entire night. As long as I could."

Bowser didn't know boos could turn so many colors, especially that quickly. Bowser didn't think Luigi even had it in him to be anything less than smiley, especially completely enraged.

Luigi had never been more angry in his life (death).

Even Peasley's insistence that "You don't understand what they'd have done to me if they'd known I went against their wishes!" fell on deaf ears.

When Luigi's aura finally finished raving, Peasley had backed away from the now red ghost. Again, Luigi recognized the position they were in;

One of them backing up, away from the painting and towards the basement stairs. How could Peasley forget that door never closed all the way? It had only been the exact thing that killed Luigi 30 years ago. The exact thing that, of course, Peasley hadn't fixed.

Luigi swears he didn't push him, even in that state. Bowser believes him, only because the still angry and unaware Luigi yelled angrily down the stairs: "You better not die here, because I'll make your death hell!"

If they both hadn't just watched Peasley fucking die, Bowser would have kinda been into it.

It took Luigi a second to realize that even if his own fall had been an unlucky hit, Peasley wasn't 25 anymore. And he wasn't responding. His red hue didn't last long, especially when Polterpup no longer seems threatened (and Bowser notices that the bean king no longer seems to be breathing).

"What did I do?"

Bowser suggests fleeing the crime scene, which normally isn't his move, but he'd rather not be tied to the murder of a fellow royal. Luigi shakes his head.

This is his fault. And as angry as he still is at Peasley, he can't flee what he's done. Not in a right conscience. Not like what Peasley did to him. Luigi suffered enough sitting in that mansion alone for 30 years, and, as much as revenge tastes sweet, a small part of him still cares. Had he lived, Peasley and him would have had a life after all.

But he hadn't lived, did he.

Bowser can't remember a time ever seeing Luigi's color look quite as dull as it did then.

Playing with his engagement ring, Luigi thinks back on the part of the man he loved. Peasley never did buy him the ring, like he had hoped. Luigi remembers getting himself all excited over the possibility of a scenic proposal as they walked through the flower garden of the mansion. He had gifted him a painting. Which was almost as good.

He couldn't even count how many times he had stood and looked at that painting, thinking:

Was it worth it?

An apprehensive smile comes onto his face. A nostalgic smile. A somber one.

Doesn't really matter, does it? He'd never know if it was worth it in the end. This was how it ended up. Luigi had always believed that fate is what had brought him and Peasley together, considering everything else had lined them up for failure. Fate was what brought him here. What kept him here.

Who is he to drag down others?

He returns Bowser's ring.

"I'm sorry."

Bowser never deserved to have him weigh him down.

"I wasted my life chasing after a family I never got, and then spent my death doing the exact same thing."

Bowser awkwardly matches Luigi's bitter laugh.

"I lived my life, be it a short one, but you deserve to live yours."

Luigi pats the ring on his hand.

"I hope she likes it." He smiles. He means it. Peach sounds wonderful.

Tears prick Bowser's eyes, and all because...

He never did tell Luigi about him and Peach, did he? He can't help but laugh. Tears streaming down his face kinda laugh. The laugh you only get once a year kind of laugh.

"You spent, what? Maybe five non-consecutive years chasing after a family? Try twenty!"

Luigi's eyebrow goes up. This is supposed to be a super emotional goodbye and this goobers laughing? On about his conquest to marry Peach (who, apparently, is already married) and make his picturesque life. Luigi can't help but laugh, because it's so stupid that Bowser's laughing about this right now.

"Her and her stupid, human, mustachioed husband Mario have been kicking my ass for decades. I promise you, boo, you weren't ever getting in the way of anything."

Mario?!

"Mario?" (!)

"You heard of him?"

The excitement in Luigi's eyes (and aura) is obvious.

"My brother's name is Mario!"

With a look of determination, Bowser promises he'll tell Luigi the story of all his and Mario's exploits if he does him two favors.

Leaves this, frankly, ugly and decrepit mansion with him. Because this story needs atmosphere.

Puts the ring back on his finger. Because how else is everybody going to know they're engaged?

Luigi gives a grin.

He looks down the stairs. What about doing his due-diligence?

"I promise you, boo, if fate brought you and Peasley together, and pushed you down those stairs, and brought us together, and then pushed him down the stairs, fate is on your side."

Luigi's lips are still pursed.

"And it's almost sunrise," Bowser points out.

"So?"

"Well, we've waited almost all night, seems like a fair amount of time to me. It's obviously a lost cause."

At that, Luigi begins laughing. Not quite Bowser's guttural, teary laugh, but certainly a cackle. Enough to turn his aura back to a vibrant green, just like before. Enough to make him hunch over and take some (not really) much needed gulps of air.

When the laughing dies down to a hurt giggle, Bowser assures him that:

"You didn't kill him, Weeg."

No. I guess he didn't, did he?

Looking down the stairs one last time, (his death completely bloodless, the lucky bastard), Luigi's brows furrow for a second and he twiddles his thumbs.

If Luigi's learned one thing from being a condemned ghost, it's that you should take every chance you get.

The bottom of the stairs don't look so intimidating now.

"I...

I forgive you."

Maybe that is all Peasley deserves.

Luigi deserves to have another chance. And maybe Peasley does too, maybe he'll find one in the next lucky winner of poker. Someones gotta replace his spot at the table.

Bowser shares that he certainly deserves a mother to his children, and he's already got a quality candidate who's proved he's got what it takes. ("One who cooks, cleans, can't call in sick, die, and is pretty good looking! I hit the jackpot!")

Maybe, at the very least, Luigi deserves to see his brother one last time.

And maybe a few more times after that, for good measure.

Anyways so the original plan was just to have either Luigi and Bowser straight up immediately abandon the crime scene (not really crime scene) or have Luigi sit in the mansion forever and live out a miserable existence.

But I couldn't do that to my boys now could I. (But Peasley still gets abandoned because screw Peasley I hate that little bean man /j).

This wasn't meant to turn out in the format it did but, y'know, it did. Just know this isn't brief but also isn't comprehensive. I might (big emphasis on might) make a shorter headcanon post on this, but we'll see.

I hope you enjoyed. And sorry for the length, I am not known and will never be known for being concise.

[agirlthatexistz]

What I think would happen witn Ragatha x Jax

Hear me out guys! First of all when ducks works or something (the official creator)drew Jax in a maid dress he was flustered which shows it’s possible, and I feel like he would get flustered way more easily then Ragatha.(she’s kinda like a tough tomboy)Anyways to the “story” (it’s it really I story because Im lazy more of a summary or something ) I made of how I think of things would play out.

When he bored at 2 am very randomly he would go into her room to put centipedes on her or something but she wakes up and sees his face literally one inch a part and Jax would say boo or something and she would get flustered (my vocabulary not good😦😋)and Jax would think nothing of it and laugh

So she starts to act more nervous around Jax and all that but one day she gets tired of his pranks and kisses him or something to get revenge and he freezes,and he is way to flustered to speak and runs to his room or something like that and the next few days after that Jax avoid her.Ragatha would probably get back at him since she realizes his weak spot and she would constantly tease him about them kissing and he would get mad and make excuses. This continues for a while .Jax does something dumb and then Pomni asks why the fuck he acts like that (Pomni hates him it’s canon) and he says “✨why do I act like what?handosme,funny and brave ?✨” and Ragatha laughs “brave” no way your serious. Jax ofc gets mad and says he is brave but Ragatha says if you so brave then you wouldn’t avoid “just a doll” over a little kiss.And Jax is suprised and wants to die because he is embarrassed af.🙄

summary?:I feel as Jax wouldn’t give a crap about Ragatha at first ( he doesn’t care about anyone tbh) and he would pull pranks on her a lot but then she starts to like him.Jax being dumb can’t notice and still pulls pranks and she will get a little flustered. But Jax being a cute bunny boy would get flustered way more easily after catching on that she likes him . And that Ragatha would be in control of him and getting mad at him for doing dumb pranks and for not brushing his teeth or something and he wouldn’t care and make a dumb joke but then she would physically hurt him and he will listen. :>😮

Tell me what you guys think (tbh I think non of the characters can or will date because they are “digital” and don’t even have parts to ummm get excited about each other and also it’s confirmed nobody likes Jax. Realistically I don’t think he likes any one but he doesn’t hat them enough to not save them)😭

TYSM FOR READING THIS CRINGE STUFF THAT IS NOTHING LIKE RAGATHA AND JAX 🤧🤧🥳🥳😃😃😃🥺🙏 this is my first post I made on purpose.also I’m too lazy too check for Grammar errors.🥰

[detectivebambam]

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the character everyone gets wrong

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what character did you begin to hate not because of canon but because how how the fandom acts about them?

common fandom opinion that everyone is wrong about

worst part of canon (no explanation for this needed)

worst part of fanon (or this becuase I'll cry if it's smth I love and u don't like it)

the unpopular character that you actually like and why more people should like them (AARON MY POOKIE)

that one thing you see in fics all the time

you can't understand why so many people like this thing (characterization, trope, headcanon, etc)

ship you've unwillingly come around to

topic that brings up the most rancid discourse

common fandom complaint that you're sick of hearing

you're mad/ashamed/horrified you actually kind of like...

I figured it would make life easier for u if i js write the whole thing becuase j can't be bothered to remember all the numbers and I think you'd be bothered to constantly check them too

ty for writing them out. I'm gonna try my best to answer these differently than last time

probably Jean. he's not a soft little cinnamon roll he's a bitch

that Andreil would fall into a cycle of domestic abuse because Andrew would hit Neil and Neil would be too scared to fight back???? wtf are you yapping about

again, Thea 😔 but she's one of my favs it's okay

I've seen some people who actually think Andrew is emotionless and like... did we read the same books? did you like fall asleep reading or something like what happened

again, I've gotta go with Thea and Kevin turning their daughter into a Raven

people making scars and trauma aesthetic. it's not. it's ugly and awful and it needs to stay that way

Aaron ofc 🤭 people don't seem to comprehend that the way you are raised is going to affect the way you behave. like Tilda is Luther's sister so most likely she was pretty homophobic too, Aaron is getting better, he just doesn't know where to start

"Andreil's first time" and they're like 30. be so real. they're in college, let them be horny teenagers. it's okay

fuckin,,,, Ichirou x Neil?? or Renee x Riko. i guess it's not a lot of people and it's most likely crack shipping but.... ????

Kandreil lol

probably anything that Nora says about her own fucking story that belongs to her???

"poorly written" shut up you dumb bitch go back to English class

no guilty pleasures I'm not Catholic

tysm for the ask bestie boo

[hongcherry]

can i get uhhh one short seungkwan ice cream fluff :thinking emoji:

melting for you || bsk

"An impromptu ice cream date with your friend, Seungkwan, ends unexpectedly."

🍦 Paring: friend!Seungkwan x Reader (gn)

🍦 Rating/Genres/AUs: PG-13; Fluff, friends to lovers

🍦 Warnings: None! (but ofc lmk if I missed something)

🍦 Word Count: 1k

🍦 Author's Note: Order up! Thanks, anon 😉 We're going to ignore how late this is lol. Happy first Boo Seungkwan fic on my blog woo &lt;333 (also, if there are parts that make this non-gn, plz lmk!)

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“Chocolate again?” A teasing snicker erupted behind you. 

You didn’t need to turn around to know who it was. Despite this, you peered over your shoulder to show your friend the best eye roll known to humanity. 

Seungkwan laughed, not affected by your sassy response. 

“Why change something that’s already good?” you argued. 

“To be adventurous,” he replied and stepped closer. 

You kept eye contact with him when he neared. The rapid beating of your heart was a dead giveaway of how you’ve grown to like him as more than a friend. 

Seungkwan leaned in as he whispered in your ear, blonde hair tickling your cheek, “Maybe you should try something new with me.”

The sentence was simplistic. It had no foul language and wasn’t alluding to anything inappropriate, yet your brain thought otherwise. Try something new as in cross the friendship line you had drawn in your head? It surely would be an adventure, but you weren’t sure if it would be a delightful one or a dreadful one. Dreadful if the feelings aren't reciprocated.

Seungkwan’s chuckle broke you from your thoughts. He stepped back, and you inhaled deeply, not noticing how you had held your breath. 

“I’m more comfortable with things I already know,” you mumbled, turning around in hopes he didn’t see how flustered you were. 

“Sorry,” you said to the cashier you ended up ignoring. “Do I pay here?”

The cashier smiled and shook their head. “It’s been paid for already. You can just wait over there until it’s done.”

You furrowed your brows. You definitely did not pay yet. You opened your mouth to protest, but Seungkwan’s voice stopped yours. 

“Can I get a double green tea scoop, please?”

Then you realized. 

It was he who paid for it. It had to be. 

You stared at your friend with accusing eyes as he completed his order. He must have done that when he cornered you earlier. That sly little—

“Scoot over, silly,” Seungkwan said playfully, ignoring your glare and leading you to the side so the next customers could order. 

“You didn’t have to do that,” you huffed. 

Seungkwan shrugged and slipped his wallet back into his pants pocket. 

“You tell me that too many times,” he sighed. 

“That’s because you pay for me too many times,” you explained. 

Seungkwan smiled, grabbing both your ice creams that were done. He handed you yours and guided you to an empty table. 

“And every time I’ll tell you the same thing: I do it because I want to,” he said before taking a spoonful of his ice cream into his mouth. 

Before you could argue again, he shook his head and gestured to your melting dessert. 

“Don’t waste my money. Eat your ice cream.” Although his words could be seen as harsh, his teasing tone told you he wasn’t mad at all. 

You watched him for a second longer before obliging. You’ve already tried the flavor before, yet it still tasted just as amazing as the first time. 

Seungkwan observed you silently as he ate his ice cream, a small smile on his lips. 

You noticed his lingering gaze and suddenly felt shy. 

“Did you want some?” you asked, holding out your ice cream cup to him. 

“Might as well try it since you always get this. I hope it doesn’t disappoint,” he commented and scooped some up in his spoon. 

You eyed him while he consumed the treat. His lips curled upward as he pulled the spoon from his lips—lips which you found yourself staring at a little too long. 

“It’s good,” he reviewed, “but good enough to get it every time?”

For the second time that day, you rolled your eyes, earning another laugh from Seungkwan that had your skin heat despite the chilly treat you were eating. 

You pushed down the warm feelings that kept resurfacing in your chest for the next twenty minutes. Seungkwan spoke about his recent get-together with his friends, but frankly, you weren’t listening as well as you should’ve been. 

By the time Seungkwan walked you to your car, you were peering anywhere but at him. You had hoped your flickering gazes went unnoticed by Seungkwan, but that was wishful thinking.

“You’ve been acting strange today,” he said.

“How so?” you wondered, eyes squinting from the bright sun. Seungkwan smiled softly and adjusted himself so you could see him easier.

“You seem…distracted,” he commented.

“I just have too many thoughts up here,” you replied, a finger tapping on your head.

Seungkwan chuckled, “Am I in one of them?”

“I-in one of what?” you questioned while gazing down at the keys in your hands.

“Your thoughts.”

You sputtered as you tried to speak a coherent sentence. In the end, you simply answered, “No.”

Seungkwan’s mouth dropped slightly in a silent “ah.” It was obvious he did not believe you, but to keep what little sanity you had, you imagined he did.

“Can I do something?” Seungkwan asked. 

Your sight moved back to him, eyebrows knitting together at his sudden request. Seungkwan took a small step closer and carefully raised a hand to your cheek. Although you weren’t sure what he was going to do initially, you had a pretty good idea about it now.

“Yes,” you answered.

Seungkwan’s smile was the last thing you saw before you shut your eyes. His lips on yours were soft. If your heart was jogging at the mere sound of his laughter, it was now sprinting from the simple kiss.

Seungkwan was the first to pull away. You were left a little dazed–half tempted to pinch yourself in case it was a dream.

“Am I in your thoughts now?” he smirked, a hint of mischief in his tone.

“You never left,” you confessed quietly.

Seungkwan grinned, a thumb brushing your lower lip as he replied. “I know.”

If it weren’t for him leaning in for another kiss, you would’ve combatted his smugness with a clever comeback. However, that would have to wait for another time. 

Why was the mint ice cream so good at poker?

Because it had so many chips.

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[httpseiki]

Hi ! Can I ask for a prompt request with numbers 37 and 117 ?(both from the comfort list :3)

I've thought of a chan x reader where they're still in the friendship phase but really into each other like taking care of the other and stuff (really in love hehe)

We know how chan loves swimming but what happen when reader has some ptsd with water (let's just say she's really afraid of it) reader could be willing to try to overcome because she trusts chan and maybe it could lead to them really dating somehow :)

Thank you in advance and don't worry if you think you take too much time ! We dont need to rush ♡

𝚊𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚋𝚒𝚊

- bang chan x reader

note: hello yes ofc!! ty for detailing this way, it helps me get a better vision of the story. also, you're not mad I included two more prompts... aren't you?? hope you enjoy it!! 😻

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ the prompts!!

“The water is sooo warm.”

37. "just come here. let me hold you."

117. “i don’t mean to bother you.” - “you’re not.”

❛ don’t worry, i’m staying right here. ❜

tw: afab!readerx chan, ftl, fear of water, mentions of drowning, overcoming phobia, uses of pet names, cussing(sorry couldn't help myself), slight anxiety.

song choice: glued - melanie martinez

contrary to how much you loved the sea, how much time you spent on the beach, having sand in nearly every pocket, you couldn't stand water. nor swimming, hell, you didn't even know how to do that.

you've spent all of your evenings on the beach. you would place your light blue towel down, take out your romance novel from your backpack and read to the sound of waves hitting the shore.

near the end of the summer season, you started to notice someone doing the opposite. chan - that's his name - would drop his backpack directly onto the sand, leave out a wrinkled towel and sprint into the sea.

you found his behavior immature, what if someone stole his stuff? and his clothes are gonna get full of sand. was he even wearing sunscreen?

putting your book aside, you walk up to his place, you spread the towel down and lay his clothes out, placing his backpack on them.

"thanks," he mutters when he comes back, droplets falling down from his skin.

you offer him some sunscreen and a little bit of scolding, before the both of you jump into a conversation.

two months later, and here you are. after the first month of college, you and chan decided to hang out at your spot,

“The water is sooo warm, " chan sits next to you, placing a towel over his showers.

despite being the start of fall, the temperatures were pretty much summer coded. you smile at his remark,

"boo, why are you reading all the time?" he pushes your book down and puts his tongue out.

"'cause it's for school?" you reach for it.

"nerd," he closes it and puts it in your bag. "why don't you come swim with me?"

you felt your heart freeze in that moment. something round got stuck in your throat, making you unable to speak. memories flood back of your younger self almost drowning,

"I... uhm-"

"you have your swimsuit, right?" he questions.

"yah, yeah, it's just that... "

silence occurs while you try to find the right terms. how could you tell chan you're deadly frightened by going in the water, especially the sea? he's so good at swimming, how could he understand that you're scared of waves pushing you?

"is it because you're on that part of the month..?" his voice is quieter than earlier and full of worry.

"no, chan, I'm not on my period, it's just that... " you sigh. "I can't swim."

he chuckles, taking your hand into his, your head raising up,

"honey, I work as a swim coach to pay my tuition fee. you think I can't help you?"

"no, chan, it's... I can't swim and... FUCK, I'M SCARED OF WATER!" you pull your hand from him.

he nods, a feeling of easiness fullfilling your chest. it was as if the black clouds that covered you whenever the sea was involved cleared away, the sun warming your soul again.

"it's cringe, I know and-"

"no, it isn't. many people deal with that, y'know... " he adds softly.

"I've been scared since I was a baby... " you scoff. "I wish I could overcome this..."

"let me help you, ___." his eyes lit up.

you beam, why was he always so kind?

“thanks, channie, but 𝐼 𝑑𝑜𝑛𝑡 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢, you probably have other-

“𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑛𝑜𝑡.” he interrupts you. "hey, you said you want to overcome it? "

you nod, unsure of what would happen next. you swallow, hands shaking.

"okay, do you trust me?" chan asks you.

and you would be stupid to say no. you trust him more than anyone. if you had to hide as body, he'll be the one to call. he has helped you with so much. his kindness made your heart melt and take the form of his, you loved him.

"yeah, I trust you."

"come to the water with me?" your lack of answer made him frown. "look, we don't have to go further than you can, even just sticking our toes is go-"

"okay." you agree, heart beating so loudly.

you throw your shirt off, the boy giggles, shyly hiding his face in his palms, as if he wasn't the one who indulged authority in you just seconds ago.

chan gets up and leads you to the edge of the sea. as you get closer, the heavy clouds seem to return, fingers grabbing at your necklace to fidget.

you close your eyes and take in the salty breeze of soft air. drops of water splashes on your face whenever the waves broke.

"this isn't so bad after all, right? "

you manage to bring out a crooked yes, too drowned out by the beautiful scenery in front of you. the sun was setting behind the ocean, an orange reflecting in a deep blue water.

"shall we go further?" he suggests.

you do as told, the water level covering your knees by now. he was right, the water is warm. you gulp, hearing your one true love hum next to the sunset.

chan looked ethereal. he looked so calm, so relaxed. opposite of you who was buried in deep fear. the warm rays settled on his face like a work of art, like that's where they belong.

your legs went weak when a wave unexpectedly came towards you. but he was there to catch you. your glances met, he smiled softly, arms linked around your waist. he brings you back up.

chan moves forward, and you rush to do the same, not noticing how far the level was going. the water was covering your hips now.

another wave was sent your way, the soft foam touching your belly. suddenly, thunder erupted from the clouds around your head, fear settling on you,

"chan?... " you reach for him and grab his arm, "let's not go further."

"𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒. 𝑙𝑒𝑡 𝑚𝑒 ℎ𝑜𝑙𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢."

he holds your waist again. the wind started blowing a bit tougher, the sea catching on the hint. you moved closer to his chest. this way, you felt protected. you knew he was always gonna take care of you.

"'s okay, I'm here, " he would whisper every time a wave approached you.

you were shaking a bit, not knowing if from the chilly splashes or fright. the boy noticed immediately and rubbed his hands on your back.

and with just a single touch, he made the clouds go away once more. you relaxed under his warmth, watching the horizon turn into a burning red. burning as hard as your love for him.

you wish he felt the same. you're scared to confess, you need him to guide you through that, too.

"what's so funny?" chan catches you giggling.

"nothing... just, " you cuddle closer to him, "don't leave me, okay?"

you look up at him, the corner of his mouth rising up as he moved the wet strand of hair from your face.

"𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑦, 𝐼'𝑚 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒."

you nod in agreement, and he mimics your acts, you laugh and he kisses the top of your head.

"good. because I wanna be with you forever, " you confess.

"perfect, cause I feel the same way." chan winks.

you burst out in laughs. you splash him with water, he yelps, doing the same to you. you covered your face,

congrats, you just read 1,2k words!!

"i love you, ___." chan pulls you in for a kiss, the sun rays warming your skin to the same temperature your heart felt.

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[onlyseokmins]

when you move into your new apartment complex, the last thing you expect is to knock on your neighbor's door and meet dilf!seungkwan who is younger than you.

okay well he's (disappointingly) not actually a dilf but he's still an ilf kind of guy to you. regardless of what kind of label you want to slap on the very attractive man holding the cutest little girl when he introduces himself, you learn both his name and that she is not his daughter in under two seconds.

seungkwan is quick to introduce the lovely bean of a child as his darling niece who smiles at you with two missing front teeth. she also sweetly but unnecessarily ensures that her lisp is nonexistent and in an extremely clear voice, makes it known that her uncle is very, very, very single. allegedly to the terrible worry of all the women in the boo household (no matter what their age is).

you quickly become acquainted with the various children (and learn all about more on the way) of seungkwan's many sisters. it doesn't take long for the boo nephews and nieces to always find a way to make their presence known - whether they're screaming so obnoxiously seungkwan has to anxiously try and shush them or they're polite and well-behaved when they knock on your door to show you their playdough desserts. and ofc, the words of "we want to meet the pretty neighbor uncle kwannie always talks about!" are always sang out with loud giggles and seungkwan's fierce embarrassment, blabbering that it isn't true.

little menaces. as if all the younger cousins weren't conspiring together just like their mamas to hook you up with their uncle. turning shiny, innocent, pleading eyes your way when you stop over with snacks to ask if you would stay and play with them. gifting you poorly weaved flower crowns under the guise that it was him that made it for you in mind. giggling and peeking around the corner to squeal excitedly when you and seungkwan spend a little too much time talking. asking when he will give them another playmate because their numbers are uneven to play house properly because no one ever wants to play the dog.

they're definitely asking for your help because they know babies are made when two people really, really, really like one another.

no one really knows that seungkwan and you are kind of a thing now. the night when one of the nephews accidentally headbutt his uncle in the nose, protesting he didn't want to leave quite yet - you helped soothe the crying little boy while simultaneously trying to nurse the almost-crying young man whose nose is probably quite busted.

thankfully his nephew's peacefully asleep by the time his fretting mother picks him up, thank you. then you help soothe seungkwan's sore nose he has an ice pack on - running your hands gently across the smooth apples of his cheeks as you assess the light bruising starting to show. and maybe your eyes drift down to his lips slightly parted at your care and proximity. perhaps you stare a little too long as his tongue slowly licks at them nervously. somehow you end up kissing him.

it's over as quickly as it started - mainly because the minute it got a little too heated, he's wincing in pain. but thankfully it doesn't stop. you visit him while he takes a break from babysitting to heal and you check on the progress with a few makeout sessions to speed the recovery along of course.

seungkwan's sweet. and soon it spirals into sneaking in time for one another - little dates and hand-holding and makeout sessions after a candlelit dinner - between his sisters and their children coming by. you're not trying to hide your budding relationship because at this point, all of your friends know and you have no qualms about dating a younger man if you L-word him. it's just - his family is tiny bit obnoxious. even if they mean well.

but it gets a little difficult. especially after one of his sisters brings her newly born baby over and you hold it. seungkwan's overcome with an intense case of baby fever when he sees the affectionate smile you give to the infant in your arms. and he has to hold himself back immensely while his sister blabs on and on and on about who knows what when all poor seungkwan can think of is - yeah - putting a baby in you.

it's the first time you're intimate in a sexual way and he's clear that night what he wants. what he desires with you. and you welcome it, thrilled to take and milk everything the young, vigorous man has to offer. and it's like neither of you can stop yourself afterwards. seungkwan always ready to fill up your eagerly waiting cunt.

so yeah, it gets even harder to hide your relationship - especially the day the pregnancy test checks positive. but by the time you're ready to show off baby bump, you're also ready to show off the pretty diamond on your left finger. almost dreading the insane parties (engagement, wedding, and baby celebrations) your future sister-in-laws are planning. and the little gremlins are pouting angrily because you didn't tell them sooner but just like their uncle, they can't stay too mad at you for long - affection easily outweighing discontent.

it's all worth it though when you kiss your fiance's soft lips - the same ones you kissed so long ago and the darling, well-healed nose above them. a different type of warmth fills you - one of pure and utter love and joy - when seungkwan puts a tender hand over your stomach though his dirty words morph it into something else for sure. already ready to jump on him and give him another baby.

you're def gonna have to talk to your doctor about this first.

"this precious body of yours takes my cum so greedily. gonna have to stuff you over and over again after our baby is born to give them a sibling."