#sometimes i just wanna draw cute girls ok

[themultileggedartist]

Franmaya in the snow!

[jubiilee13]

I am begging for jealous Mike either angsty or fluff

But just imagine him pouting because we are focused on Abby and he wants our attention

But angst hes suddenly back to when the house was hollow and his parents barely uttered a word to him

YEA YEA YEA YEA NOW WERE TALKING OMG

this literally made me emotional writing it my poor pookie bear hes so wifey he doesnt deserve that

this is not proof read so it may be a bit ass so sorry

love you anon 😍

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It was summer break for Abby, and by this point you and Mike had been dating for a few months.

Mike was… clingy to say the very least.

Not that you minded of course, you thought it was quite cute when he clung to your side at every oppurtunity.

It did interfere at times however...

Now was one of those times.

You sat beside abby at her desk, listening carefully as she explained each little bit of her drawing which was currently in progress.

A gentle smile formed on your lips, and you watched her carefully, your hand combing through her hair as she works.

She continued her rambles, and you cant help but chuckle at her eagerness.

A knock on abbys door tears you from your thoughts, yet abby doesn't flinch, continuing her work as you gently pat her back, telling her you'll be back in a moment.

When you open the door, you meet mikes tired gaze, and you frown a bit, stepping out and closing the door behind you. (to ensure abby's masterpiece making isnt disturbed)

"You ok my darling?" your voice asks, concern evident in your tone.

Mike nods, but it is hesitant, and he immediately begins to ramble nervously "it-its stupid nevermind" he whispers, sounding almost embarrassed as he turns on his heel to leave.

Your gentle hand reaches out to grab his own, eyebrows furrowing with concern.

"Its not stupid, talk to me mike, im here to listen" You say, your grasp on his arm gentle, yet enough to cause him to break.

He lets out a quiet sob, and you dont hesitate to pull him into your arms.

"Hey hey hey im here mike, im here, talk to me, ive got you" you say gently, one hand combing through his hair as he cries into your shoulder.

You let him cry, leading him to the living room couch where he rests his head on your shoulder as he sniffles.

"You wanna talk about it" you mumble, still caressing his hair

He nods softly, taking a few deep breaths to compose himself before he begins to speak.

"I-i- i wasnt g-given much attention as a kid... after garret a-after all my... my mom and d-dad were too wrapped u-up in their grief to... to care... there were nights w-when i had to cook my o-own dinner... i-i i didnt even know how... but burnt food was b-better than starving. even before the w-whole garret thing, he was t-their golden child" he says, taking in another shaky breath as he continues.

"Ever... ever since i started dating y-you... i felt... i felt loved... cared for... but s-sometimes i get... scared that... one day you'll just... stop caring. I-i mean you love abby s-so much- and i d-do too dont get m-me wrong... its s-stupid i know but s-some days i get scared abby w-will be just like garret... and you'll leave me like they did" he whispers, a bit embarassed by his jealousy of his younger sister.

Your face softens, and you pull away to cup his face with your gentle hands.

"Your problems are not stupid, and i love you so much mike, more than i think words can even portray, i will never, and i mean NEVER stop caring about you, you are my sun, moon, and stars, you know that?" you say gently, a smile on your face as you wipe any stray tears that escape his beautiful eyes.

"Im sorry it seems like ive been neglecting you for abby, that girl is just the sweetest and shes like a daughter to me, but never will i ever stop caring for you over her" you say eyes never leaving his own

he sniffles again, and another wave of tears takes over him as he engulfs you in his arms now, body shaking as you comfort him.

The two of you would be ok

It takes time to heal, but deep down mike knew that he had found a keeper, and he wouldnt want to heal with anyone else but you

[starrysharks]

🦈💫PINNED POST 💫🦈

name: ZENO

age: 15-17 (don't wanna share my exact age sorrey)

gender/pronouns: maybe genderfluid, probably just cis girl - use any pronouns you'd like but she/her and he/him are best

race: ghanaian AND PROUD 💯💪🏿🇬🇭 (living in bumfuck britian tho)

MORE ABOUT ME AND MY ART DOWN BELOW!!!

other than that basic info, i am a CARTOON ARTIST inspired by stuff like invader zim, sonic the hedgehog, and moe anime, who enjoys drawing primarily CUTE GIRLS... but also some GUYS too i don't discriminate. i'd say my art covers around 50% fanart 50% OC art. i LOVE my ocs so much and so should you, so check out the tags for them and ask lots and lots of questions about them please.

(HERE is where i'll eventually put links to my OC comics and projects when i finally finish them, so look forward to that!)

i also do COMMISSIONS! i can draw for absolutely anything you want, and these days i've been wishing to be commissioned for a T-SHIRT DESIGN, ALBUM COVER, or MUSIC VIDEO... so if my comms are open when you're reading this, GO COMM ME WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR?!?!?! (BY THE WAY even tho i am a MINOR all comm money goes into an adult relative's paypal account, so your money is 100% SAFE!)

also, if you're wondering how i draw SO WELL... I HAVE AN FAQ!!! SO PLEASE STOP ASKING ME QUESTIONS ABOUT BRUSH SIZES AND SUCH BECAUSE I'VE ALREADY ANSWERED YOU!!!

other than art, my interests include nintendo games like SPLATOON, POKEMON, and the like, other games like TWDG, SKULLGIRLS, LITTLE NIGHTMARES, WORLD'S END CLUB (the best game danganronpa guy ever damn made), and KATAMARI DAMACY, cartoons and comics like INVADER ZIM, JTHM (which everyone should totally read please it's so good), DUNGEON MESHI, MLP, SOUL EATER, FLCL, SCOTT PILGRIM, and DOROHEDORO, and a million i forgot to name, and movies like THE SAW SERIES, SPIDERVERSE, and PROMARE!!!!

also i don't talk about it much, but i love NU METAL... i love KORN, LIMP BIZKIT, KITTIE, COAL CHAMBER, NOTHINGFACE, AND SLIPKNOT as well as many other music artists nu metal or otherwise!!! (notable ones being MCR and literally every vocaloid producer under the sun.) (i will reblog posts from haveyouheardthisband constantly to recommend my followers music, it's my god-given right)

i also LOVE TO HATE (am a critical fan of) DANGANRONPA and COOKIE RUN from time to time...

anyway even tho this is an account mostly for art posting and question answering, i do actually care about serious stuff going on in the world and will reblog posts talking about it sometimes... AND SO SHOULD YOU!!!

also i don't really have a DNI, just don't follow me if you're like. racist or something man that's fuckin' weird... also don't follow me if you're a TERF, NSFW account, or ED/pro-ana account! (SERIOUSLY)

ok i think we're done? cut the cameras

[cottoncandy-cult]

Beelzebub x Chubby! Reader

Beel is my favorite brother, I like Mammon too, but Beel is number 1 best boy. I will throw myself in front of Lucifer's wrath every time.

Also trigger warning for active boiling, some mean comments about her weight before the boys step in

(Y/n) entered the house of lamentation after work, she had a part time job as a receptionist at a tattoo parlor. It gave her the money she needed to survive, as a demon she had only herself to pay her way. As she was on her way to her room, she was stopped by 2 girls and a boy. These 3 had been picking on (Y/n) because despite being a demon, she was a bit chubby, some thought she was cute but these 3 took every chance to attack her self-esteem. It was because of them that the girl was so quiet, having to deal with them for years she had become very shy and almost reclusive. Only this night would be different, just a few feet up the hall stood Beelzebub with his brothers Mammon and Lucifer.

"Hey there piglet, how's work at the slop shop?" One girl, Vivica, put her hands on her hips. This drew the attention of Mammon; he had worked with (Y/n) in class and she had been pretty nice to him, so he was curious as to what was going on. "I'm surprised they let you work where customers can see you, someone like you is just bad for business." This snarky voice was the other girl, Claudia, her high voice drawing Lucifer and Beelzebub's attention. (Y/n)'s (E/c) orbs stared at the ground, quietly taking what they had to throw at her. "You know if you're not gonna quit eating you could make friends with a porcelain bowl, at least then you'd have a shot at not being alone." This was Leo, his words making (Y/n) flinch. Mammon had enough. "Hey bastard! You wanna say that again!?” Lucifer had gone to stop Mammon from charging over and starting a fight, but both stopped when Beelzebub began to slowly walk over. His hands were in his pockets as he wore an irritated look, this made Leo back up and (Y/n) look up. "You know, being stupid isn't a very attractive quality. I'd hate to have to make you as ugly on the outside as you are inside, but..." He glared at the three, the trio standing on the other side of the shy girl with her between them and Beel.

The beautiful Titan stood in front of her, but his eyes were on them. He had always admired (Y/n) from afar, they were in a few classes together, and she was just so cute to him. She was really quiet, but he knew she was sweet, he liked how she was now. He didn't like littler girl because he was a big guy, he had to really hold back and be careful with them as far as affection and the like. "If I hear another foul word spit at then you're gonna be spitting your teeth after and I'll make sure everyone will be able to see what you really look like." It was silent before she heard retreating footsteps, the trio fleeing, that was when Lucifer approached. "I'll have a word with Lord Diavolo, those 3 will be reprimanded." (Y/n) looked to him and nodded, blushing softly before looking away. "Ok... Thank you guys for... That." The (H/c) haired girl looked up when feeling warm and gentle hands resting on her shoulders, her eyes locking with Beel's. "Has this been happening a lot?" Mammon stayed quiet; he had taken up for her a few times when he heard people talking about her behind her back, but he didn't want to admit to that.

"Sometimes... Those 3 in particular are the worst but there isn't a day someone doesn't comment on it..." Her voice had grown soft, arms curling around her waist as she felt insecure just talking about it. "I can fix that; I'll just walk with you everywhere." The warm smile that stretched across his face made (Y/n)'s cheeks erupt in a dark red, the other two brother's chuckling. "I'll make sure no one says anything, but you have to do something for me." This drew the 3's attention, (Y/n)'s head tilted as she looked up at him. "What is it Beel?" She was expecting to hear him say she had to cook for him, she was surprised when he grabbed her hand. "You gotta be my girlfriend." At that the girl had almost passed out, never in a thousand years did she expect one of the hottest demons in all of devildom to make such a request. Mammon choking in surprise, Lucifer simply kept a calm smirk. "O-of course Beel."

With that he interlaced their fingers, smiling down at her. "Good now let's go order some pizza and cuddle." Like that he led the girl to his room, leaving the two brothers' behind. One of which was already posting about the new relationship on devilgram, including a pic of the two walking down the hall hand in hand.

[from-izzy]

things/aesthetic you associate with your moots please!

anon! this is such a fun ask! thank you so much for this one!! 😍

i'm doing the ones i've talked to enough (dm and/or on gcs) for me to (somewhat) answer this ask (sorry if i missed you or gave you something that doesn't suit you 😭) also limiting to fifteen (15) things or else we'll probably be here all day oop---

my obsession with alphabetical order strikes once again!!

honestly this became more of an appreciation post but 🥺

@astrae4

my child, cute round glasses, colourful heart shaped balloons and parties, 'i just go with the flow', energiser, miffy, light blue jeans, photobooths, wanderlust, 'paris! it's no longer just europe now', ice skating, falling gracefully despite being sick and swamped into 'sewer water' 😭, bakeries, caffeine in the form of daily matcha, doesn't like me as much as i thought she did

@cloverdaisies

black and white (with a splash of red), dynamic hair colour changes, black sleeveless satin dress, but also oversized monochromic shirts, a glass of wine one on hand, blurred pictures, mirror selfies with flash on, eyeliner wings, but also fruity and lovely, same age but so mature, 'guys it's due today and i haven't started', 'i knew you would come back with time' (🥺), juvenile, no emojis at all, sarcasm (not) detected most of the time (i'm gullible ok 😭)

@cupidjyu

my hyunjae bestie!!, bows and croquette, pink and white, picnic with flowers, toro inoue, spring breeze, texting and chatting during school times, 'i'm bored' (talking about class), thirteen-hour time zone difference (and my body clock makes it worse), 'sunwoo is cute!', but also 'hyunjae!', but also sleep >>> anything (including hyunjae 🙄), sexy brain (please gimme those braincells), going around in circles, 'why do you do this to yourself? sleep!'

@heemingyu

honey bee, distorted purple and white aesthetic, gilmore girls, late deep night talks, love and patience, three-leaf clover (shamrocks), the grinch filter, being a huge menace to society but still lovable so it's hard to really tell her off, in reality i love her more than she loves me, but i still give her silent treatment anyways, 'naur', economics and crying, missing the bus and then blaming it on me, black cat, izz instead of izzy 🥺

@justalildumpling

chaotic sibling energy, my no.1 bitch, casual night time walks, fearless, freedom, making videos during said walks, lovesick puppy, ohmyface by silichmasha on instagram, side eyes, selfies with a slightly tilted head, sometimes cutely gaped open mouth other times closed (either way it makes me wanna squish her cheeks most of the time), 'izzy i have tea! well...not really tea! actually no it's tea!', talking late into the night (well...the morning), sunlight and blue sky seeping into her blinds, 'come get unready with me!'

@littleroaes

pastel purple, pastel pink, pastel blue, basically fairy floss, innocence and beauty, supportive and real, very shy, long white dresses, flowers all around her dancing in the wind, but is also very funny, drawing reactions, sometimes talking in all caps, sometimes talking with lower caps, all the time very cute, sitting down at the beach and watching sunsets

@mosviqu

pink and white, scarfs and gloves, long-sleeved shirts paired with short skirts, long drives with dynamic playlists changes, and would ask her friends to go and make sure they have a great time, jamming out to a playlist at 3am (but she has a healthy sleep schedule so), that one friend who knows what to do, not afraid to express herself 99% of the time, the other 1% is just the world being mean, will always be a white cat, 'izzy i'm so proud of you', words of comfort, head pats!!, artistically talented, eric sohn's soulmate

@winterchimez

soulmates (but lives in the wrong country), ireland, loving mother vibes, but also tired mother vibes, sunrise vibes but specifically orange and yellow, hard worker, faith in god, quiet art museums but also bustling concert halls, turning bitterness in life into a lesson that can never be replaced and is always thankful for the opportunity even though the period of that life was hard, mental and physical resilience through crazy back to back schedules, videocalling on the bus/train on the way home, 'so/saur', my favourite purple jacket, music and piano are forever ally's vibe tbh, 'if i missed your call, i will always call you back'

@zzoguri

crying when seeing a friend, headphones all day every day, classy look, black top with light blue jeans, vintage camera film filter, journalism (it really does suit you), 'YEAH YEAH I GET YOU!', crying about uni (same tho 😭), gaming for hours, specifically valorant, my infj bestie, acoustic guitar vibes (ykwim?), 'you're so valid though', a distinct unique accent, jacob bae's partner

[buckgasms]

Ok, I'm sorry for interrupting your busy schedule AGAIN, but hear me out. I really wanna see the softer side of Daddy Bear. I know he's a dark character, and all but I just hear me out a little bit I wanna see what he does when let's say Goldilocks get and injury or something from chores or like just like cute interactions between them LIKE cute little gifts he makes her cute little things she does for him or celebrating holidays and birthdays together or Goldilocks having a bad day and how she gets treated or vice versa or Daddy bear reading Goldilocks to sleep when she can't sleep or Goldilocks treating daddy bear after a nightmare or Goldilocks having separation anxiety crying ugly when daddy bear has work and wanting to cuddle him to death the moment he returns home or bucky heart melting into a FUCKING SWIMMING POOL when Goldilocks complements him I'm sorry I've written the whole dictionary but you don't have to though we have imagination for a reason lol. also, I wrote this poem for you enjoy my love😘. I LOVE YOU POM I HOPE YOU'VE HAD A GREAT DAY OR WEEK OR MONTH I HOPE YOU HAVE GREAT COMPANY IN YOUR LIFE CAUSE IF HEAR THAT A BITCH MADE YOU FEEL THE SLIGHTEST AMOUNT OF AND THING THAT ISN'T JOY I'M NUKING FUCKING RUSSIA UNTIL THEY APOLOGISE love you tons pom bye wife🫶🏾

Babes I love you so much - I would do anything for you okaaaaay!!!!

You want soft Goldilocks hmm?

Ok lemme give you something sweet just because you are such a sweetie to me 💖 I hope this is okay????? I might have to explore some of these ideas further 😅

- Well any time Goldilocks hurts herself doing chores Daddy Bear is beside himself both with worry and pride. His perfect sweetheart/wife in training has worked so hard to make everything perfect just for him!

- You're gonna get cuddles, kisses, he's gonna rub your sore muscles and tell you how much he loves you.

- I can imagine him checking you over for other injuries just so he can squeeze at your body possessively and tease you until you are 💦wet💦 so he can then say what a naughty girl you are and what a perfect wife you are going to make because you are always ready for Daddy Bear.

- Obviously you can't go out or anything but he lets you roam the immediate area of his cabin and sometimes you find pretty flowers or pebbles or feathers and collect them for him which he loves.

- Or you draw something beautiful like the scenery or a picture of him and he's just thrilled because even though you don't have much to work with, you still think of him and make something special.

- Daddy bear will bring home all kinds of gifts for you, but he has to be careful not to arouse suspicion. So everything comes in discreet packaging and you get quite excited wondering what's inside.

- Mostly it's clothing, although often very skimpy things like little frilly aprons, or sundresses or pretty shoes.

- If you mention a book you loved to read he would get that for you too, although he avoids too many reminders of your old life just in case it makes you want to leave him!

- He will also make you little things. Wooden items are his speciality of course but I feel he is quite crafty with other things too. Like I imagine he makes you a little leather collar with his name etched on it????

- And so many flowers 🌸🌼💐

🩷

- He decides instead of celebrating your birthday, he wants to celebrate the day you came to him. So every year he gets a little bear for you, and I feel like some kind of roleplay into reliving the night but he has heavily edited it to make you think it's more like a rescue than what it actually was.

- One day you shyly ask him when his birthday is and from that moment you are planning the most perfect day.

- You wake up early and surprise him with a little treat under the covers which has him growling awake. The rest of the morning is spent doing whatever he likes to you, but it works out well for you!

- Then you make him a delicious birthday cake and surprise him with a present. I like the idea of it being a pregnancy test because that's what Daddy Bear wants more than anything, but it could also just be something sweet like you've packed a picnic and ask if you can go into the woods for the day?

🩷

- Also random but I totally picture him dancing alot with you.

- Its a nice excuse to be close and touch you and hold you tight without being so intense. And he can have fun with it, swirling you around, dipping you suddenly and lifting you up.

- You squeal and giggle a lot because you don't really know what is happening but it's fun and makes your stomach flip when he's holding you like that 🥹

🩷

- If Goldilocks has a bad day.... Well it depends why. If it's because she is missing home or being mopey, Daddy Bear doesn't have much patience for that. He will be kind, but he just reminds you that he is the only one who could look after you so well.

- If it's because you need him, well he's got all the time in the world for that. He'll snuggle up with you, play games and tell you funny stories because he loves you giggling in his lap.

- Maybe he'll take you for a nice walk in the sunshine and then find a suitable tree to fuck you against until you can't even remember your name, let alone what you were sad about.

- Your wellbeing is his top priority so whatever you need, you get.... Sort of 😂

🩷

- If you complimented him?????

- He would be such a goofball about it.

- Firstly because you'd be so shy and cute and he'd know you must have been thinking about it a long time before you could say it.

- But also, he doesn't want to be a monster in your eyes, so when you tell him how handsome he is, or that you loved his gifts, or you are glad he's your daddy bear.... Oh it's just too much.

- He compliments you all day long

- You are perfect, soft, gonna make such a good momma bear, take him so well, always ready, beautiful, everything to him.

- ugh

🩷

- I think you both have separation anxiety tbh! He hates leaving you alone because what if someone finds you and takes you away? He sometimes calls you over the radio at lunchtime and checks in on you.

- You always sit around it at lunchtime waiting for his call and you chat very briefly feeling a little better for it.

- For your part, you hate when he leaves for work. It takes you a few hours to come out of your gloom, wishing you could just sit with him and cuddle all day.

- You distract yourself with chores because you know it makes him happy and that does help.

- But nothing beats when you hear his truck driving down the long road to the cabin.

- You fix your hair and apron and wait eagerly on the deck, bouncing from one foot to the other in excitement.

- Once he's out of the car you run over to him and jump into his waiting arms, kissing his face until your lips meet in a hungry kiss.

"Missed you Daddy Bear" you pout and cling to his arms. He smiles at the routine of it all. "Missed you too Goldilocks"

[pokegalla]

Masterpiece

Low key got lazy in writing and I feel extremely guilty. So to make up, I made an x reader with our favorite artist skellie. Slight NSFW warning? (It’s called a life painting where the artist paints natural things….including naked people or in this case, naked skellie….) Enjoy!

“IIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNKKKKKKKK,” Error shouted, his voice echoing throughout the void. Ink ran as FAST as he could, managing to reach his home in the Doodlesphere.

He wiped the sweat beads off his skull, “Phew! Now THAT was a close call….”

“Messing with Error again, Ink?,” A tired voice called out to him.

Ink giggled as he turned to them with a big goofy smile, “Sorry (Y/n). But you should have seen his face! Toooootally worth it.”

I shook my head but laughed, “You’re such a little gremlin sometimes….”

“HEY,” Ink shouted sticking his rainbow tongue out.

I just laughed even louder seeing the troublesome artist acting so ridiculously childish. Ink had let me stay in the Doodlesphere after I was going through some tough times. I wanted to be an artist online but didn’t have what it took. I lost so much money trying to follow my dreams….but it caught up to me. I lost my home….my inspiration….until Ink found me and took me in. Sure he was silly and a little too careless for a hero but he did save my life….

I groaned, “Ink….why are you covered foam?”

Ink scratched the back of his skull, “Oh! Right….it was part of the prank! I….got caught in the crossfire….” He chuckled nervously as I glared at him.

“Ugh…now I have to clean up all this mess. Just go to the bathroom and wash up before you track anymore of this around the house!” I demanded.

He saluted at me, “Will do!”

I sighed as he left and gathered some cleaning supplies. Yeah he’s my savior….but he can sometimes be a pain in the ass. He’s lucky he’s cute….I blushed and shook that thought. Damn Ink has been plaguing my mind recently. I mean he is….undeniably adorable. But there’s no way he could like me. Hell I’m still surprised that he’s let me stay with him for so long. I fear that one day he’ll kick me out once he realizes that….I continue cleaning and tried to ignore the negative thoughts for now. After I finished, I put everything away and went to grab some clothes for Ink.

“Ok. Time to gather some clothes for him. He probably forgot again….,” I opened the door to his room.

When I was about to walk in, I yelped in surprise. Ink was there….bare boned and in all it’s glory. But even with my initial embarrassment….I was in awe by his tattoo like markings across his bones. They were so….BEAUTIFUL! A familiar spark suddenly struck me like lightning. I walked in and gripped his shoulders.

“Woah! H-Hey where’s the fire,” Ink asked slightly embarrassed, “Uh I’m not exactly dressed-“

“Can you help me….draw something,” I asked, cutting him off. Ink’s eye lights shifted from question marks to stars.

“R-Really?! You really wanna draw?! That’s….AMAZING! What’s inspired you? What do you need help with? I’ll be here to support you,” Ink said excitedly, “Now tell me what do you wanna-BLEEEEEECH”

Luckily I have an emergency bucket for whenever Ink gets too excited….started that when I got tired of cleaning ink of my clothes.

“I appreciate your….enthusiasm. All I really need is a pencil, paper, and….,” I sat him down in a chair, “You. I want to draw you. The markings on your bones are mesmerizing and I just HAVE to get it on paper!”

Ink looked shocked and even a bit flustered, “Really? You want to draw me…?”

I nodded causing him to chuckle mischievously. He posed rather suggestively (well as much as he could in a chair….). “You gonna draw me like one of your French girls~?” He teased.

I threw a pillow at him, “Don’t start.”

“Ok ok! No more joking around, I promise. I’m just glad you’ve finally found something to spark your creativity! And I’m glad to help out….sometimes artists need help in their works and need support. And I’m always ready to help fellow artists,” He sat more comfortably and made sure his markings were in my line of view, “Remember….art can be wonderful no matter what. You just have to put your heart into it!”

My….heart? I stared at him as I prepped my paper and got comfortable myself. My eyes scanned every nook and cranny, my pencil gliding across the paper as well. I was drawing the person who helped me at my lowest point, the guy who’s taken me in, the guardian of other universes and….the guy who’s stolen my heart. All my love poured into the paper as I sketched away every curve, dip, and things I loved about him. Ink on the other hand was secretly squirming under my focused gaze. He just doesn’t get it….he has no soul, no real emotions.

Then why….does he feel such strong emotions with this person? He didn’t feel it when they first met, he just wanted to help a fellow artist. But over time, he’s began to get these strange emotions and they were getting stronger the more time passed. He asked Dream once about the feelings and he said it had to be love. But….how? It baffled him to the point his head hurt. The feelings were kind of annoying….but the times I laughed, scolded him, or talked to him, it felt….nice. So it’s not all too bad. But he wondered if he should make a move one day. But he didn’t want to ruin what we had now! His head’s starting to hurt again….

“And….Done!” I exclaimed.

He snapped out of his thoughts, “Oh? Lemme see!” I held the paper close to me, hesitant to show him.

But with a sigh I passed it to him, “Ok ok….here. It’s alright I guess. But you be the judge.” He took the paper with a small thanks and looked at the final product.

He….was speechless. Which really freaked me out. Since when does Ink suddenly goes mute?! Was it really that bad? Did I offend him?

“Ink….did I mess up,” I managed to squeak out.

“Mess up?! This is AMAZING (Y/n)!!! I just can’t believe how amazing you are,” He exclaimed suddenly. His words made my whole face warm up.

“Huh? O-Oh….I’m glad you liked it….,” I said shyly. I was taken aback when I felt his hands cup my cheeks.

“Are you alright? Your face is turning red….,” He asked squishing my face, “Heh. Your face is smushy.” I rolled my eyes as he made my lips pucker up like a fish. That’s when I noticed a small rainbow blush appear across his face.

“I wonder….,” He muttered quietly.

My brows knitted together in confusion, “Wonder what-?”

My eyes widen when he pressed his teeth against my lips. My heart and eyes fluttered as the kiss deepen, my arms finding it’s way around his neck as his fingers combed through my hair. We broke the kiss, much to my disappointment but I needed to breath.

“Yep. I was right…..your lips are just as amazing as you are~,” He said with hearts in his eyes.

I blushed hard, “Ink….I….I really love you….”

He smiled widely, “I love you too Mon chef-d'œuvre~”

“Yeah….and uh….you’re still naked,” I said now realizing how awkward our position was.

He finally noticed too, “OH! Riiiiiight. I forgot heh….I-I’ll go get dressed now!” He was to leave the room.

“Clothes Ink….this is your room, don’t forget your clothes,” I said.

He chuckled, “Ah how did I get so lucky to have you by my side? Dealing with my forgetfulness and my pranks….”

I smiled, “I should be asking how I managed to get so lucky to have a cute and supportive hero as my boyfriend.”

That made his ENTIRE skull glow with his rainbow blush. He got his clothes and ran out. Did I….actually fluster him? I pumped a fist in the air in victory. Still….does that mean we’re now….dating? I squealed into my hands out of excitement and embarrassment for now processing all that just happened.

Ink at the other side of the door was also doing the same thing.

[sevicia]

tell us about ur ocs then

OK BUT YOU ASKED FOR THIS

((After i finished writing this i realized how long it is IM SO SORRY if anyone actually reads this i am kissing you so so very tenderly))

OK this is daría she is a swamp witch. She is veeery moody and has a dont care didnt ask type of attitude. She loves creachers and is able to talk to them, she also has vast knowledge of plants and natural remedies. She loves reading, and Aurora (her gf)! She's friends with Sammy (her cousin) and frenemies with Angel (she finds her annoying even though theyre very similar) <3 Also shes an nb lesbian, the shortest of the group and she's 16-17 I faghor to mention that

^ angel (left) and sammy (right)!!

Angel is a very orderly, serious girl, as well as as a nocturnal witch! She's able to see ghosts and talk to them (AKA order them around to do her chores LOL), and can see almost perfectly at nighttime. She has a tiny (huge) crush on Sammy, her only friend due to Angel's "rude" nature (in reality she is just blunt). She also loves to accesorize, and her favorite color is blue! She's pretty tall and lanky, and is #trans and a lesbian. Also, she finds Aurora annoying. She's 17-18!

Sammy is a caring, kind girl who is also a day witch! She has the ability to soothe and heal all lifeforms. She is also a great singer, having a deep love for music since childhood. She's very affectionate, esp. with Angel, and although she reciprocates her feelings she is too shy to ACTUALLY act on them. This infuriates Daria who just wants the two to quit pining and just kiss already. She likes summer the most, and has a good relationship with her and Darias grandma, who is the legal caretaker for them both. Sammy was adopted by Daría's uncles, who both passed away for Mysterious Reasons. Her relationship with Aurora is a good one, finding her cute and funny. She's tall, a little shorter than Angel, and is a cis lesbian. She's 17-18!

(I wanna redesign her but i still havent gotten around 2 it help)

This ^ is Aurora! She's not always in a swimsuit LOL this is just the only decent drawing of her i could find. She usually wears a school uniform with pink accents. She's bubbly, kind and puppy-like, getting excited REALLY easily. She loves fashion, sweets, animals, Daria and the color pink! She is not a witch in any capacity, but she still studies witchcraft in an attempt to become an artificial witch. She likes chasing Angel around and tries to actively become her friend! She's the second shortest of the group, and is a cis bisexual girl! Her age is 15-16; she's a year younger than Daria!

OK those are the witchy ocs now for the fruit ones 😏

(a note: The children in the fruitverse are born (hatched?) from flowers, which people who are looking for children go to in order to adopt. However, sometimes there's children that no one adopts, and they, along with children that got bad adopted by bad parents, get sent to the Fruit Basket, which is essentially an orphanage. Generally, people looking to adopt seek out the more mild-mannered fruit children, meaning they look for the sweetest fruits (AKA strawberries, bananas, apples, etc.) and other, more acidic fruits have a lower adoption rate due to them being known to be a bit more difficult to raise.)

This girl^ is Berry! I am the best at names I know. She's quiet and calm, and enjoys reading dates with her bff Nana. She lives with just her mom, Ms. Raspberry, and has a pet dog named Pinkie. She is often distressed because she gets roped into wild situations (mostly nana's fault TBH) when she would rather just chill all the time. Still, she's earnest and responsible. She's 13 years old!

This is Nana the man the myth the legend. As you can see, he is a banana. He's mischievious or however you spell that, and enjoys Berry's company mainly because she's 90% of his impulse control. He lives with his parents (Mr. and Ms. Blueberry), and his two siblings: Benjie (oldest) and Nadia (youngest). He loves them to death, and often teams up with Nadia (who is like 10) to stress out Benjie (who is 23). He is tall, and 14, a year older than Berry.

this is Ran! her ref sheet says pretty much everything, but ill talk abt her anyways cause i love her <3

Ran is an orange! She's a quick-tempered girl, but really sweet on the inside. She has trouble opening up to others due to her original parents neglecting her emotional needs while she grew up. When she was 6, her teacher caught onto the fact that her parents treated her badly, and she was sent to the Fruit Basket. At age 9, Lia (a lemon woman) adopted her from there. Ran feels as if she is indebted to Lia and needs to 'earn' her love by being as perfect as possible, so she puts a lot of pressure on herself. Meanhwile, Lia loves her unconditionally and is doing her best to make sure Ran knows that. Ran eventually becomes friends with Nana and Berry, and she is 15 years old.

These two right here are the Cherry sisters!

Mia (left) is the oldest at 22 years old, and she has a playful, happy personality. She likes fashion, and her main love language is signs of affection! She often tries to let her little sister Cher know she loves her, but she can get a bit TOO attentive to the point of overprotection. She is very popular with just about everyone due to her cheery personality and the fact that she's pretty (LOL), making Cher jealous. She is Benjie's girlfriend and loves him to death. Her main hobby is making him flustered!

Cher (right) is the youngest at 16 years old. Her personality is a bit more sour than Mia's, due to her feeling as if she's the shadow of her sister. She has a bit of an inferiority complex, and is often torn between wanting to be Exactly like her sister, or being her own person and being 'worse' than her sister her whole life. She is reclusive, easily annoyed and a bit bitter. She feels as if she is inferior to Mia due to not getting as much attention as her. Still, she likes fashion and is a horror movie fan. She eventually befriends Ran (and 'those two weird kids', by proxy).

OK now for the fruit ones that dont have drawings (yet)!:

Benjie: He's a tall, strong #transhet man, 23 years old, and he's a banana! He has a worrisome and anxious personality that he tries to hide by 'acting cool' (he just puts on sunglasses and hopes for the best). He is very kind, working at a dog shelter and always trying to pull his little siblings out of trouble. He has a soft spot for Berry due to her being a friend and a source of relaxation for Nana.

Monserrat: She is a lemon girl who has been in the Fruit Basket ever since she was born, and has a rivalry with Ran that stems for Lia adopting Ran instead of her. The rivalry consists of Monse being mean to Ran and Ran not letting herself be trampled over. She feels as if she deserves to be Lia's daughter more than Ran due to the fact that both her and Lia are lemons. In reality, she is just bitter about having never been adopted at the age of 15, and channels that bitterness towards other people. She likes romance novels and books, and eventually finds a friend in Cher after having a redemption arc in which she apologizes to Ran (and to Nana, Berry and Charlie, who she also enjoyed antagonizing).

Charlie: They are an apple kid who got pulled out of an abusive home, into the Fruit Basket, where they get ostracized and picked on by the other fruit children due to them being 'weird' (AKA not being able to communicate like everyone else; stuttering) and 'dumb' (AKA them struggling at school). Their peers at the Fruit Basket called them 'Rotten Apple'. This has made them defensive and reclusive, which just makes them get excluded even more. Their only friend at the beginning is their pet worm Alice, though later on they befriend Nana and Berry. They get along well with Ran, too, since they have a kind personality under those layers of defensiveness and aggression.

Agatha: Not a fruit, but a human! This girl is a 'mad scientist' type of character. She's a genius and enjoys programming, hence her creating the Fruitverse, an 'ecosystem' contained in a computer program that got out of hand; it was meant to be a simple game, but she kept adding and adding elements and details in her excitement until the 'characters' became able to think for themselves and altered her computer in the process, becoming a sort of virus for her. She comunicates with the 'characters' through a microphone that resounds in the town speakers, and while most of the adults are respectful and fearful of her, the children are... not, often taunting her and calling her 'stinky' and other names, which makes her basically ragequit and leave her computer (she leaves it running all the time. No matter what, she couldn't bear to know she'd be ending the fruit people's lives. She gets attached easily.)

OK NOW THE ROBOT STORY DW IT ONLY HAS A FEW CHARSCTERS SO FAR THIS IS ALMOST OVER I PROMMY!!

Alice: A 17 year old trans girl with a masculine voice that doesn't match her appearance living in a futuristic city where robots have become a commodity, and people who keep the robots running (AKA essential workers) are treated very, very badly. She lives in the poorer side of town with her parents, who are both maintainance workers, and her sister, a wannabe influencer. As the daughter of maintainance workers, she is bullied in school. One day, she isn't able to stand it any longer, so she skips school and wanders around town, eventually finding a hidden tunnel that leads to an underground system, where discontinued or 'faulty' robots are left until 'recollection' (AKA getting crushed and burned in a facility). Seeing this, she sets out to help the robots, feeling a connection to them. Her adventure leads her to the rotten core of the city.

Annie (short for Anastasia): She is a 20 year old girl, Alice's sister and a wannabe influencer. She worries very much about her little sister, trying to look out for her whenever possible. She is easily annoyed and follows trends as best as she can with her limited options. She has plenty of friends, though most of them talk about her behind her back. She knows this, but she's terrified of not being popular, so she sticks with them. Deep inside, she is a kind, caring girl who is scared of not being liked. Initially, she is against Alice going into her crusade alone, but warms up to the idea eventually, choosing to trust her and looking out for her in a more indirect way.

The Mother: This entity is the AI that rules the city. It doesn't take a single form, being able to choose its vessel from custom-made robot-suits. It is responsible for the unequality of the city, encouraging it as it allows it to keep itself on the top of the metal chain. Eventually, when Alice manages to find it with the help of her sister and robot friends, it tries bargaining for its existence by telling Alice it can give her the life she's always wanted. It promises Alice a future of being adored, of being accepted by her peers. Or something. Haven't decided on that yet!

OK THATS IT IM SO SORRY I GOT EXCITED.

[ennaku-sirri-da]

Well it's clear I'm a LITTLE ( /j) biased to certain characters but I don't wanna leave everyone else out! So here's some Tiff stuff. We don't really have so much backstory for any of the Habiticians so I MADE Stuff UP. 🫢( surprised hand over mouth emote) GASPPPPPP

[ ID: Ingame PNG sprite of Tiff Webber. She stands with her hands behind her back with a neutral face. End ID]

Hmm well OK I think she and I share a certain trait and that is absolutely LOVING Monsters!!! ALL kinds...the ones who are almost comprehensible, the piles of goop, the birdlike ones, the ones as old as the Sun, claws, scales, pulsating, thousand-eyed, hidden in broad daylight, cute ones, mimics..... SOOO MANY

She has something of an interest in coding as well, so she's made a like. You know those online games where you make a creature, grow it up, interact with other people's creatures and make friends and stuff. Yeah, she codes one of those..and keeps adding to it over time! It has so many features now. Kamal's followed it since his college days atleast as a stressbusting thing and I think he'd be pretty excited if he met her later at the Habitat and Knew ! If I remember right Tiffs a humble sort so maybe she kept herself anonymous.

And luckily, during her teen years or such she does meet someone who has an interest in "monsters" like she does. Meet...online. On a chatroom. However this stranger's goals are different(in a way that draws her in), instead of just a passing fancy, she believes in them with the same intensity as Tiff ..and she wants to go out there and find them. ( there's something about the family business being at stake ). Her conviction is ...shaky, and she's clearly going through a rough patch( in regards to obtaining basic necessities, even) but with time as their friendship blossoms, this stranger grows clearer and stronger and Tiff begins to feel more confident and happy, letting her wildly colorful, surreal imagination run free, sharing her ideas and input too to someone who actually listens. Soon, she is stranger no more. Mirphy Fotoparat, certainly not forgettable...

They end up becoming quite close later on. Enough to live together in a space cramped with memorabilia. Not married, just very close friends. They're both each other's space to wind down and relax-- Also Mirphy is always keeping life exciting with new endeavoring for Tiff, is patient enough to let her feel out her many hard-to-understand-even-for-her emotions-- and Tiff ensures that she doesn't get too in over her head doing all on her own sometimes, as responsible as Mirphy is herself.

And just for the funnies I like to think Tiff is like RIDICULOUSLY calm. UN- FAZED. ( Not always!) She will get miffed at the Mothman for trailing mud into their house. Yup, you thought she was the most relatively normal one in the Habitat but she's a weird girl too /hj

[nikxierocks]

Hello pisslings. I’m back from the dead after a measly 20 posts!!! (Impressive, I know)

I return with good news!!! I’m no longer a Genshin fan. However, I return with equally bad news!!! I’m still a mha fan!!!

But that’s alright. I’ve had a few awakenings in the time I’ve been gone. Mainly, some gender awakenings and such. But here’s a proper intro before we get into that.

Basic Info

Personal Stuff

My name is Nic!! Though I also go by Kikki. Feel free to call me either!!

In terms of like. Adjectives??? I guess??? I generally prefer masculine (like I hate being called a girl but being called a guy is v nice) but also like calling me cute or pretty is cool if you wanna do that for some reason idk.

I’m a Leo ♌️ my birthday is August 13th

No you don’t get to know my age fuck off /lh

I am actually diagnosed with depression and anxiety as well as mixed-moderate ADHD

I am NOT diagnosed with maladaptive daydreaming but how the fuck can I misdiagnose myself with that like it’s so specific I’m like 90% I have it or I’m just absolutely feral no in between.

There is also a good chance I’m autistic but like that definitely isn’t diagnosed so I’m. Currently holding out on it. I have my suspicions though.

Anyways—

People put their kins here right??? I feel like I’ll get called a poser or some shit and people will be like “you don’t really kin these characters1!!1!” But fuck it here’s my top kins

Dabi (My Hero Academia)

Sunny (Omori)

Isaac (The Binding of Isaac)

Mafuyu Asahina (Project Sekai: Colorful Stage)

Ena Shinonome (Project Sekai: Colorful Stage)

Sayori (Doki Doki Literature Club)

Steven Universe (Steven Universe)

Mipha (Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild)

Stuff I do

I draw sometimes!!! It’s a struggle but I try really hard. Maybe I’ll open an art blog sometime.

I also have been trying to write. Which is really hard cause I’m just— not good at going back and rereading my writing. I have very few fics posted but my user is NikxieRocks on Ao3 if you’re curious.

I play video games. If you wanna be my friend on Switch, WiiU, or Switch, feel free to dm me. I have no cool gaming friends </3

Silly Gender Things

Ah yes. The real reason I came back to Tumblr. I realized there was a thriving community of xenogender users and I wouldn’t get hatecrimed like I would on Tiktok. So anyways here’s my gay things. Please be respectful ^^

Boyfluid

Boyfluid is like genderfluid but you never fluctuate to the female side. In other words, my gender fluctuates between masculine and nonbinary identities. I’m so glad I found this out, it’s so fucking reassuring. Anyways onto my xenos!!!

Doggender/Pupgender

The delicious flavor of this xeno is feeling connected to dogs or identifying with or as one in some way. For me personally, it just makes me feel comfy and happy and very Yes so it’s probably a good thing!!! I do in fact identify with puppers it’s real.

Dogflux/Pupflux

This might be a bit. Repetitive. But I just. Love this flag so much. I’m so stupid and this identity makes me giddy and I found it less than an hour ago so we’re rolling with it until I find more xenogenders to wrap around me like a protective armor to shield my mental illness. Anyways, this gender is basically boyfluid but more specific— it’s the fluctuating between the male gender and doggender which fits me pretty well. Anyways that’s it for now.

My Pronouns

Pretty simple! I prefer he/pup/they (in that order). I really really really don’t like she/her so please don’t call me that!! And I prefer pup when I’m feeling more nonbinary, he/him when I’m feeling more masc. (I’m not sure how I feel as I’m writing this but that’s cause it’s literally midnight where I am). Pffffff what else. Omg right fandoms ok.

Things I will be Posting About (Fandoms)

MHA.

It’s. Chronic. I am HAUNTED by this series. Horikoshi has me in a death grip and Dabi is taking FULL ADVANTAGE OF IT. I love mha so much I’m never shutting up about it in general but I’ll talk extra long about the villains (specifically Dabi), todofam, and sometimes Bakugou. I’m an edgy bitch what can I say.

Vocaloid

I don’t care if the actual vocaloid fandom is dead I’m currently riding its corpse into the sunset because I literally have no one to talk to about how good vocaloid music is. IT SLAPS SO HARD EVERYONE SHOUKD BE LISTENING TO IT AAAA ok yeah that’s all stan IA.

Pokémon

This can either go one of two ways:

Scarlet and Violet are good games and I won’t shut up about the series and how much fun I’m having and how good the competitive scene is

Scarlet and Violet are ASS and I won’t shut up about how disappointed I am in game freak

Regardless I’m probably gonna talk about how good White 2 is how much I used to have a crush on Gladion.

Splatoon

IM SO EXCITED FOR SPLATOON 3 TEAM PAPER AGAINST THE WORLD BBY

Ok now that I got that out of my system— as a Sploosh main who’s been playing since Splatoon 1, and actually prefers Splatoon 1, I will be reliving my glory days as I try to get A rank in Splat Zones. God help me.

Anime Figures

I am aware this isn’t a fandom but I need to talk about Hatsune Miku figures or my wallet will be empty.

Maybe Undertale or Fnaf or other Cringe topics

Idk man I watched matpat as a kid. My first EVER fandom was Undertale. I am clearly mentally ill. There will be some dumb and concerning shit. I am cringe, but I am free. So is life.

Dnis

Should be pretty standard but yk here we go

Basic DNIs. I’m literally a black queer like get off my page if you’re racist and homophobic

Genshin fans who like… REALLY like Kusanali and are ignorant about the whole Sumeru thing… gtfo…

Anyone who thinks blackwashing is real like touch grass

DID/OSDD fakeclaimers I hope you rot in hell

Proshippers. No explanation needed.

People who harass fans of problematic media. Like no stop you’re literally just as bad if not worse than them by harassing someone. Just leave them alone smh

People who shit on mha just to shit on mha like please get a hobby

Genuine man haters like I’m literally masc leaning that shit makes me uncomfy as hell

ENDEAVOR STANS AND ENDHAWKS SHIPPERS (I know this is fandom specific but AAAUHH)

mlm fetishizers

People who try to force their religion on others (I’m secular. I really don’t care if you’re religious but don’t talk about it with me. Chill out.)

Other Stuff and Outro

My Triggers/Boundaries

My dms are open if you just wanna talk about fandom stuff or writing or art or something but DO. NOT. COME IN MY DMS TO VENT. Unless you’re a very good friend. That is a great way to get yourself blocked.

Don’t send me gore (is that even allowed on Tumblr?) and don’t ever genuinely try to like fuck in dms or somethin??? (I was on Amino idk if this happens on other social media platforms)

And don’t rp with me cause I just don’t roleplay with strangers anymore.

Ok I think that’s it. Probably. Maybe. Idk man it’s really late I’m tired af I’ll probably tag in the morning. Anyways live laugh Shoto!!!! See y’all later ♡

[reijixia13]

Believe in Me

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》It's Nice to see you Again

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✍︎ It's Nice to see you Again

✍︎ Oneshots

✍︎ 𝑌𝑢𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑟𝑜

𑁍Fluff

⚠︎Angst and Yushiro Ending Spoiler⚠︎

(I just re-read and- This has many unspeakable logics lol)

𖣔Reincarnation/Reborn/Power

❄︎POV

Yushiro has sworn his loyalty to Tamayo and had loved her for more than Hundred of years, But the time seems to stop when One day Tamayo had bought a kid at the age of A year, thin (H/C) haired.

"Tamayo-Sama, Why do you have a brat with you?" Yushiro asked in an rage voice,

One because if she did get preg he doesn't mind his just angry because she didn't tell him-

Two If it's not her what so special with it?

Three mostly THAT BRAT WILL RUIN THEY'RE TIME :))

"Yushiro, It's A Baby not a Brat. And mostly because I was just walking when I noticed this baby in the alley, It has a diffrent Heart beat, Along with its aura" Tamayo said, Tamayo looked down at the Baby who looked at her before it giggled. Tamayo almost has tears pricking in her eyes as she remembers her own child she had killed.

"But Tamayo-Sama-" Yushiro tried to protect their alone time but it seems that he's been shut down by yours truly Tamayo goddess.

"Yushiro, She's just a baby, She needs someone who can take care of her till she can fight her own." Tamayo said, She carefully brushed the little girl's face before she felt something.

Frezzing on his spot as he notice how Tamayo look at the little baby girl with shock widening eyes.

"Tamayo-Sama?" Yushiro called out at the female, The female fliched and looked at Yushiro dead in the eyes.

"Yushiro, This child.. I was wrong.." Tamayo said, she looked at the ground and hugged the little baby closely with protectiveness, Ofcourse Yushiro doesn't give a fudge but was happy that Tamayo was GONNA agree with him. Before he could talk Tamayo said in her crying voice, "Let's Protect this child.. I was wrong..She doesn't have a heart....".

Everything and Anything he could do for Tamayo I mean he is simping for over 200 years-

Anyways, He sworn the look in Tamayo's eyes that said he should agree to protect the child.

Yushiro x Reader

Requested by: (No one since No one wants to request something TnT)

So like, I may or may not have burn one of my fingers....... Uhhhhmm.. I think it's good since it didn't bleed but it's hard to stretch sometimes-

Anyways hope you enjoy this

Oh yeah- This has a bit of Tanjiro x Reader fluff since Imma mke reader close to Tanjiro since his an angel♡

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3 Years Later

(Y/N)'s 3yrs old ok?

"(Y/N)! Come here" Tamayo's voice can be heard in the hallway.

A little girl with (H/C) and (H/L) run down the hallway and to the person who called her, She smiled brightly as she see her Adopted Mom and Big Brother figure stood there.

"Yes Okaasan?" She looked up at her Adopted Mother with those semi smile with a little broken teeth in the side, Tamayo chuckled at the cuteness and patted her Adopted Child's head.

"We're gonna go to town, Do you wanna go?" Tamayo ask, The little girl took a glance at her brother figure to see him staring at her adoptive mom. (Y/N) shook her head variously as an answer, Tamayo and Yushiro are worried that the little girl's head can be a ball now.

"No! I wanna go try to draw the one I read last week!" (Y/N) said, She rushed to Yushiro with Determination, "Yushi-Niisan! Protect Okaasan out there ok? Onii-San is strong!" Innocent (Y/N) said as her eyes sparkled, Yushiro appreciated the little girl but was too tired to take in her hyperactiveness.

"Tch! Ofcourse I will, Tamayo-Sama is not alone" Yushiro said as he put his hands on his hips being proud.

Tamayo watched from afar as her Assistant and Adopted Daughter going on very well this pass few years, She wished she never had that sickness so she would have never Him and.. She sigh as she called out to Yushiro and made there way out the house.

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(Y/N) was spacing out often, She keep thinking, Ever since she turned 13 she slowly realize that.... She couldn't see Yushiro as a brother anymore, She has this feeling of warmth everytime she noticed how worried Yoshiro was for her, but she think it was forbidden as she was only 13 years old and Yushiro and Tamayo? Yeah she doesn't want to interfere to that. She knows that Yushiro was inlove with her adoptive Mother but to think that she would fall in love in just one sided.

"/N)?"

It's crazy to think that (Y/N) herself would fall in love even if she doesn't have a heart, She doesn't even know why she survive.

"(Y/N)!" A voice called out

"Huh?"

(Y/N) shook her head and out of her daze to feel two hands on her sholder and a worried expression infront of her, Those hands and expressions was no other than him himself, Her one-sided love one. Yushiro.

"You keep dozing out lately, Are you sure you're ok?"

Those worried voice and expression written to his face, She hate it.. SHE HATE IT ALL. What's the reason to fall inlove when (Y/N) herself doesn't even feel her own heart?!

"Im fine" (Y/N) said in a distant voice, Yushiro was suprise and cut off guard but so those (Y/N), She didn't even know why she was being like this.

"(Y/N) Im here, So tell me what's your problem-" Yushiro said but was cut off guard once again as he saw (Y/N) suddenly standing up and look dead in his eyes.

"IM.FINE. Kurosai Yushiro-San"

Yushiro can feel that part of himself break, She run away like a wind and out of his sight, Yushiro can also feel himself freeze. She called him formally even if they both we're always together along with Tamayo on the house for the pass 13 years so why is she acting like this?

"What is happening… I hope you're doing fine but I didn't expect you to be like this.. tch"

Yushiro's didn't expected you to be like this, It's was just like yesterday when you we're bought here in the house, It was just also like yesterday when your first words was 'Oniichan' to him. He felt like his losing his mind with this simple thing.

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12 Years Later

(Y/N)'s 15 yrs old

Tamayo and Yushiro was on their way home when they heard a commotion, The two look at each other before camly look at the scene. Both watch as a boy was yelling at someone, Tamayo's eyes widen before she composed herself and cutted on her arm, Flowers magically appeared and the people who sworn had smelled sweet bloosom smell fell to the groun and to a small deep sleep.

"That scent.. You guys are a demon aren't you?" A boy in (y/n)'s age asked, Tamayo asked and adviced the little boy and told him to meet them in their house to talk about the earlier's commotion.

~~Time skip (There's really nothing to put here so just magically skip where Tanjiro was seating himself along with Nezuko in Tamayo's house)~~

3rd POV

Tanjiro was seated infront of Tamayo, Beside Tamayo, Yushiro was their glaring at him and Nezuko who was happily sliding herself by the back on the floor.

Tanjiro and Tamayo was talking when they heard the door of the room open.

"Okaasan, I hope you don't mind me staying.." A girl with (H/L) and (H/C) said but stopped when she notice who her mother was talking to, "Tanjiro?" She asked confirming, She felt herself being hugged.

"(N/N)-Chan!" Tanjiro yelled out surprise, He watched as Nezuko patting her head with a happy expression. I mean what could he expect for a Kinoe*?

(Kinoe; Kinoe is the second highest to a Hashira or rather next Hashira

Ps. This is one of my biggest guess)

"You know them (Y/N)?" (Y/N) who was just there letting Nezuko pat her head with affection.

"Hai, I have a mission with them last time" (Y/N) said with a soft smile, She looked at Tanjiro, "Ohayo, Tanjiro-Kun, Nezuko-chan" She said before she walk towards where Tanjiro was seated and just plopped herself there and then.

"(N/N)-Chan helped us alot!" Tanjiro said with his infamous smile :D

But wait- Why the heck is Yushiro so red right now?

Yushiro watch the scene happend, Ever since (Y/N) became 13 and ranked up to Kinoe, She distanced herself from Yushiro, It was unfair for Yushiro as he was the one who babysit her godamn ass- I mean he took care of her as her 'Brother Figure' yeah.... He was just a Brother Figure nothing more..

All thoughts stop when he sense something. His Demon sense said there's something gonna happend and that is a Deja Vu.

"Everyone Get Down!!" Yushiro said, He ducked down Tamayos head by his hand in a protective matter and his other to reach for (Y/N) only to see Tanjiro on top of her like how he protectively put his hand on Tamayo but Tanjiro was hugging (Y/N).

Feeling himself wanna just kick that Tanjiro's butt, He was angry, That was his duty to protect Tamayo and (Y/N). Oh fudging stop Yushiro! This is no time to be making a plan to kill that boy later-

"(Y/N)-Chan are you ok!?" Tanjiro asked as he looked at any injuries, He was suddenly pushed by (Y/N) and watched as (Y/N) stumbled back and a Ball passed him with the speed of the wind.

"Yare yare Tanjiro-Kun, You should protect Nezuko-Chan. My rank is higher than yours" (Y/N) said in a sweet childish voice, she unsheltered her sword as she got up, "Now, No time to do this things Im still feeling Deja Vu here, GIVE ME ALL YOUR SHOTS TANJIRO!" She yelled and went after the demon who keeps playing with balls. (Why does that sound so ugly?-)

"Tamayo-Sama we should leave that boy and demon girl use them as bait!" Yushiro said with his proud voice, proudly presenting his plan.

"Yushiro are you insane?! Tanjiro, Nezuko and (Y/N) are fighting that demons!" Tamayo yelled at Yushiro disappointed lace in her voice.

"Well we can also take (Y/N)-" He stopped talking when he saw Nezuko kicking the other demon girl.

"Yushiro-San is Right! You should leave this to s Tamayo-San!" Tanjiro's yell echo, as Tanjiro said this he got distracted and stumbled to the ground.

"See!?" Yushiro said having SFX sparkles around him, He was smack at the back of his head.

"Were all being serious here Yushiro-San!" (Y/N) yelled as her hand was in air, She was the one who smacked his head, "Be serious! Tanjiro needs help!" She said as she ran again to help Tanjiro.

Yushiro give in after he was scolded by Tamayo, After giving his eye to Tanjiro, His head suddenly bounced off his body and like a ball it rolled down the ground.

"Oh my god-" (Y/N) commented, half concern half disappointed.

~Skip cause I don't know how to fighting scenes~

(Y/N)'s POV

I stumble a little after the fight, Okaasan, Yushiro, and Nezuko are inside the broken house, I watched as Tanjiro passed the ball to the demon girl. He sure have the heart of sympathy.

I got up and walked towards Tanjiro, I almost tripped but Catched myself, I bend in one knee.

"Come Tanjiro-Kun, I'll carry you inside" I said as I waited for Tanjiro.

"But I might be too heavy for you" Tanjiro said, I looked back at him before saying things that made him give up.

"Im not weak, Your still in Mizunoto rank, Mines higher which means I can carry you" I said and smiled a little back at him, I felt himself made himself up to my back and Carefully I stood up and walked inside the broken Home I grew up.

"Nee, Didn't you say that Yushiro-San was your crush?" Tanjiro asked with a teasing voice, I blushed at that. Well you see I grew attached to Tanjiro since he's around my age and his nice like duhh, So like we grew attached for a few weeks like we know each other for years!

I continue to walk, Knowing where they are I slowly walk down the stairs to the basement.

"Stop that Tanjiro, And here I thought your kind but so mean!" I said with a defeated voice, Tanjiro just laughed a little while I chuckled.

I continued to walk till we saw Okaasan and Yushiro walked out the room followed behind was a running Nezuko and Hugged Me.

"Nezuko!" Tanjiro happily called out to Nezuko, She patted my head as I put Tanjiro down so he could stand, He stumbled a litle but Nezuko and I catched him. Nezuko hugged him and Tanjiro was patting her head.

"Im relief you guys are ok" Okaasan said as she smiled, I smiled too as I see Nezuko running up to Okaasan and embraced her with a hug, She looked shocked and was about to cry.

Nezuko patted Yushiro's Head making him blush and rage but Nezuko returned to hugging Okaasan, Okaasan looked at Tanjiro.

"She sees Humans as Family and Demons as Enemies" Tanjiro said, I already knew this as he also said this.

"Yeah, Okaasan, Yushiro-San. Nezuko sees you as family!" I said with a happy voice, Nezuko run back to me and hugged me, OmFG we all are having a hugging session here.

"Would you like Nezuko to stay here with us or would you bring her with you?" Okaasan asked, Tanjiro thinks for A moment, I patted his back and nodded my head with a smile.

"No, I promise to protect her and Having her by my side made me want her to protect her more" Tanjiro said, He smiled as he turns around and took the box Nezuko stays in.

"Alright then" Okaasan said She turned to me, "Are you still staying (Y/N)?" She askes me, I shook my head.

"I think I found more paths to take Okaasan! I'll be helping Tanjiro-kun find a cure for Nezuko-chan!" I said with a smile, "Tanjiro and Nezuko are special so I'll be there to protect him!" I said again with a smile, I walk toward Tanjiro and Nezuko.

Tanjiro, Nezuko and I wave goodbye before Tanjiro was called by Yushiro.

"Wai- wait!" Yushiro called out, Tanjiro looked back and so does I because Im curious lol. "I think your sister is pretty after all" Yushiro said with a blush, I smiled alittle at what he had said, Im proud he said that because Tanjiro keeps complaining about him calling Nezuko ugly-

"Right, Should I give you another farewell smack for calling Nezuko ugly Yushiro-San?" My sweet sickly smile appeared, "Nezuko is as pretty as a flower" I said with another smile, I swear Im gonna be like Shinabou-Senpai.

'THE HECK? DIS THIS BUDDHA LOOKING KIND ANGLE BOY MAKING MY LITTLE (Y/N) A DEVIL-' Yushiro said in the mind.

Long story short Yushiro's mind just exploded with lots of 'My' or Angry insult to poor shivering Tanjiro.

"Yushiro, Stop being in the daze and help me move the stuff. Muzan Already know our Location and it's still best to move" Tamayo snapped Yushiro out of his Insulting Tanjiro in mind, Yushiro Look at Tamayo who was helping the Woman earlier and sighed.

Yushiro took out some boxes and gone to Tamayo's testing room to boxed and rapped them, Once Yushiro was done he moved to one certain room. He opened the door to see the room ceiling still sparkling like a galaxy sky, The walls have clouds and few wall drawings on them, The desk that was abandoned their was still neat but dusty, The bed that hasn't been made for 3 years still as messy as ever. He saw one drawing close to a book shelf, He walk up to it and look closely.

Yushiro chuckled at a memory

A little girl with (H/C) was drawing at a certain wall, Her eyes sparkle at whatever she had thought.

"(Y/N)?" A femine voice can be heard as the voice called out to the little girl, the little girl with (H/C) looked to the side to see her mom.

"Okaa-San, Look! Look! I made a drawing of you and Yushi-NiiSan!" The little girl happily squealed, Tamayo smiles a little at the cute drawing before she reaize she's looking at a drawing in the wall.

"That's beautiful (Y/N) but walls aren't papers to draw, How about if you be a good girl and I'll buy you an art paper?" Tamayo said with a smile before scooping the little girl in her arms, "But before that, Let's go eat Dinner with Yushiro" Tamayo said as she smiled once again.

(A/N: I don't know what its called ok?)

Yushiro Watched from the other room before he moved to see the drawing and ofcourse not until the little girl an Tamayo was gone to the kitchen, He look closely that The small drawing of him and Tamayo was close but to the side he sees a little sad girl that look a little exactly like (Y/N)

As the memories gone far he slowly remember the small drawing but when he looked to the side where the drawing of a sad little girl was, It was scratched and nothing else, He sighed and thinking it was just his Imagination playing tricks again. He decided to box the old books an notebooks (Y/N) have on her dusty desk, Slowly and gently putting it in the boxes he doesn't even know why he was packing this when it was just abandoned, sighning again He put back every books and notebooks neatly on the box when something fell of the desk. The smll sound of a clink and thud was heard.

A small note book close to it was a broken neckless.. no it's locket

Yushiro crouches down to pick up the small but thick notebook, He also picked up the locket.

(That's the best I can do lol dont mind- skskkskejjdkwkke)

It was the three of them, He was sorta shocked since WHO THE HECK WOULD TAKE A PICTURE OF THEM WHILE TAMAYO WAS CUTTING HER WHIST-

Hayyts anyways, He look at the book and locket t the same time. Thinking it was wrong

"But It wouldn't hurt since it was already abandoned here" He said out loud, He hesitated to open the small note book but he got over it and open the first page.

(To people who can't see it

"Dear f̶u̶t̶o̶u̶r̶e̶ future,

Hello from the past! Im (Y/N) and I made this to show to Y̶u̶s̶h̶i̶-N̶i̶i̶s̶a̶n̶ Yushiro-San, That I have a tiny winnie c̶r̶a̶s̶h̶ Crush on him.

I would like to one day to c̶o̶n̶n̶f̶e̶s̶ Confess to him! but I was having a secong thought, Yushi has a crush on Okaa-San

I saw how the way he looks at Okaa-San, But when you c̶o̶m̶p̶e̶r̶e̶ Compare how he looks at me like im Litte sibling :(( " )

He was shocked to see and read this, And heck this was the very first page of the small notebook, Now looking back at how her behavior got to a loving sister bacame a cold person to him. Damn that made him sad. Just because him and Tamayo came from M̶i̶c̶h̶a̶e̶l̶ J̶a̶c̶k̶s̶o̶n̶ Muzan from their Deheemon squad doesn't mean they can't feel sad, This was the first time in 200 years he felt sad.

(Bruhh were on 3341 words why does this takes so freaking long?-)

~Time skip again by Author reading the manga part and to the part of the freaking fight (PS since I haven't fully read it I will be halfly making the end :")) )~

3rd POV

Tamayo was looking at Yushiro and Tanjiro's direction yelling at them to get as far as where they are now, But it was too late as Tamayo's neck was suddenly being held.

Tamayo look at the said Monster.

"Look at you now, You are still pathetic as ever aren't you Tamayo?" Muzan commented, Before Tamayo could retort back her neck was suddenly snapped, Her body gone limb to its knees and down the floor. Her eyes were getting heavier.

"NO! TAMAYO-SAMA!!" Yushiro yelled as tears were running down his cheeks beside him was Tanjiro who look lost at words as he saw one of the best people who help him turn nezuko back, He couldn't help but cry at the sight.

"Yu..shi..ro... Take..Tanjiro..away... and protect.. (Y../N)" Tamayo said before she took her last breath at the hands of the most lord Demon, cruel monster and the most person she despite the most.

Arriving at the time, (Y/N) saw this and couldn't help but screamed.

"OKAA-SAN!!" (Y/N) yelled tears of river down her apple cheeks holding her sword infront of Muzan (Hee-Hee Man) "HOW COULD YOU DO THAT TO MY OKAA-SAN!" Before she could go near the Lord of Demons, Her arms were Yanked away and to the door she came through before she got to the scene, The sound of the strings can be heard as the room was another scenario. She tried to fight back. "LET ME GO!" She yelled once more as tears were running through her eyes.

"(Y/N)-Chan.. Gomen.." A soothing voice said, She looks up at Tanjiro. Her eyes were dull, She felt a hand put on her hand, She looks back at Yushiro and at Tanjiro.

"Tanjiro..Yushiro.. Let's fight for Okaa-san.. For everyone who sacrificed themselves!" She yelled, Her voice cold, stern and harsh but nonetheless Yushiro and Tanjiro agree before splitting up.

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(Y/N) lay there in the ground as Kakushis started to form around her.

"Fight (Y/N)-Sama! AID ARE COMING THIS WAY PLEASE!" Her kakushi said, Other Kakushi tried to cheer aswell.

Arriving at the time, (Y/N) saw this and couldn't help but screamed.

"OKAA-SAN!!" (Y/N) yelled tears of river down her apple cheeks holding her sword infront of Muzan (Hee-Hee Man) "HOW COULD YOU DO THAT TO MY OKAA-SAN!" Before she could go near the Lord of Demons, Her arms were Yanked away and to the door she came through before she got to the scene, The sound of the strings can be heard as the room was another scenario. She tried to fight back. "LET ME GO!" She yelled once more as tears were running through her eyes.

"(Y/N)-Chan.. Gomen.." A soothing voice said, She looks up at Tanjiro. Her eyes were dull, She felt a hand put on her hand, She looks back at Yushiro and at Tanjiro.

"Tanjiro..Yushiro.. Let's fight for Okaa-san.. For everyone who sacrificed themselves!" She yelled, Her voice cold, stern and harsh but nonetheless Yushiro and Tanjiro agree before splitting up.

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(Y/N) lay there in the ground as Kakushis started to form around her.

"Fight (Y/N)-Sama! AID ARE COMING THIS WAY PLEASE!" Her kakushi said, Other Kakushi tried to cheer aswell.

"You can't leave us too!"

"(Y/N)-Sama we still want to do the honor to serve you!"

"There there.. Your ok (Y/N)-Sama.."

Comments flew and flew trying to distract her from closing her (E/C) eyes, They stop to look at her.

She was smiling. Tears we're in her eyes as she chuckle even though blood flood over her mouth and so does in her other body parts.

"..Are you all really looking down at me?.. Im yet to become your honoured Hashira that... your.." She paused as blood still flood her, Her eyes getting heavier. The kakushi look at her, "Ara....Im sleepy.. Can you put a blanket on me..when Im..c-cold?" She asks, Her kakushis all nodded as one got her a blanket. She smile.

"Please don't sleep yet my dear.." A Voice, She looks beside the Kakushi. Her eyes softened even more. Ayame-Sama. Beside her was a smiling healthy Kagaya along with their children smiling down at her.

"Umai! (Y/N) that's not how you gonna die right? Your still need to eat alot with my brother!" A loud comforting voice said. Kyoujuro-NiiSan.

"Haha..Gomenne Ayame-sama.. Oyakata-sama, Imoutos.. Kyou-NiiSan" She blankly look at them with her bloody teeth as a smile, Blood drool beside her upside lip. "I feel sleepy.." she said, her eyes blurry as her eye lids slowly closing.

The Kakushis listen to this, They watch as she slowly close her eyes just like the Honored Flame Pillar. Smiled in her last breath.

"(Y/N)-Sama.." A battle screamed of cries of the kakushis can be heard.

There was no way to see her Heartbeat.. because she doesn't have a Heart..... But it doesn't feel like that because she was the heart of the Demon Slaying Corps, Who was treasure amongst every single one.

As (Y/N) took her last breath, Yushiro sits upon infront of Tamayo's dead, cold body. In his arms was Tamayo's head.

"Tamayo-Sama.." His eyes watered like forever as it got blurry.

A light emerge beside the body infront of him, A vision of the Familiar loveable Female Demon doctor.

"Yushiro..Child..Take Care, (Y/N) is still waiting for you.. but please wait for her a little longer.." She said before walking away to the light waiting for her.

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It was that day that every Slayer that has survived that war was honored as the Heroes.

But it was also That Day, That Yushiro realized what Tamayo had said, Determined to do her request. But stumbling by (Y/N)'s cold body as he walk through, Heard the cries.

He felt like the world was nothing but cruel, But this.. The only person who he now realize the person he really actually LOVED the MOST laying there in the ground, Smiling but not breathing.

The hard breaking truth hurt him

But he was Willing to wait

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(A shi- here we go.. Uhm this is it guys get your tissues)

3rd POV

'I started to paint your figures because I don't want to forget neither of your faces.. One day.

I believe that, We're destined to meet again.'

Yushiro walked through the hallway, Painting of 2 figures in the wall. A Woman with beautiful Violet eyes with such beautiful black raven hair while the 2nd figure was a Teenage girl with a Beautiful sweet smile, sparkling (E/C) eyes and (H/C) shining through the lights.

Yushiro stopped in his tracks..

A woman with the same description of Raven Black hair and Violet lovely eyes stood at one of the paintings, Tears in her eyes. She noticed his presence and quickly wiped her tears.

Yushiro stood there, His hand on his heart.

'If she's here.. does that mean she has a high chance to be here too?..' His mind questions filling it before he snapped as he heard a high pinched voice of a child.

"Mom, Mom! Look!" The kid called out to the lady as the Lady scooped the child in her arms, "Doesn't the painting resembles you? OH and (Y/N)-Oneechan!" He said pointing at each paintings.

"Ara? Oh how gorgeous of this people" The lady said with a smile as the Kid continue to awed at the painting before a deep voice called out for them. Making their way to the Build up man before walking away.

Yushiro thought he could meet (Y/N) as the child called her, Older Sister.

His thoughts we're once again snapped as his cat, The only thing left from the two started to follow the 3 people... He smiled sadly before carrying the cat in his arms, and starts to walk away.

"Ack, Yui! Stop running around!" A girl's voice can be heard making Yushiro halt his walk, The cat in his arms look pass his sholder before wiggling out of his grip. "Yui! If you keep running around like that, Okaa-san, Otou-san and even my Oto-oto will be mad at us for missing out!" She scold, Her eyes widen a little at a familiar cat. She ducked down to look at it closely.

As this was happening, Yushiro slowly turn around. This time he can hear and feel his heartbeat ready to burst along with the long tears he wanna let go. He slowly walk to her before halting infront of her 2 meter away.

The Girl, Now looking closely has long (H/C) Hair, cute beaming (E/C) eyes. Her eyes slowly looked up at the foot sight, trailing it up before her eyes locked with Light purple eyes with clouds of tears forming. The girl kindly smiled at him before taking the familiar cat in her arms, As Yui put itself on her sholder hanging there as she stood up straight.

"It's Nice to see you Again, Yushiro" She said with a smile.

Yushiro's eyes finally gave out as he was now crying and embrace the girl infront of him.

The cat in her arms and sholder now jumped off at the side gaving the (H/C) haired girl hugged back at the male standing infront of her, Putting her face in his chest as little, Her own eyes was forming with tears.

"It has.. My Lady" He said.

'I thought that you would forget about me and everyone like Tamayo-sama but.. Im so happy to embrace you right now I don't know what to say...'

The End

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Note from wattpad

Ahh :")) Finally done, it's 12:33am and I still don't plan to sleep lol

(Ps one of my longest chapter since it's needed)

Me for 7 weeks writting this along with 2 more chapters: sheesh now I feel the pain of Oneshots.

Other authors I interact: You, Me both.

Anyways hope you enjoy♡

Me after totally..realizing that it took so long just to make this oneshot to be understand:

Words: 4911

Published here on tumblr: Jan 29, 2024

[mrfandomgage]

"It's nice to properly see ya again!" Gage cheers.

"It's good seeing you too, congrats by the way", Gage's friend says. He's wearing an emo aesthetic, with a vibrant but dark blue hair dye, with lovely black nails.

"Hey, I know this is awkward but... what's your new name?"

"... Oh shit! Yeah I haven't told you, I'm going by Jack now".

"Congrats Jack", Gage smiles, "are ya sure you don't want me to fully shift your body?"

"Nah, you Eldritch Horrors can keep your shape-shifting", Jack laughs, "besides, what if you mess it up?"

"Fair, want me to get you lunch?"

"Bro, it's your wedding, I'll get you lunch, this time".

"Alright, free food is free, just remember to be here tomorrow, you're a day early".

Jack takes out his invitation, reading it closer, "ah... ah shit yeah".

The two laugh, leaving to get food.

Meanwhile, Alex sits in a bar taking a drink. The room is rather noisy, people dancing, people chatting and laughing. Some new voice trying to get her attention.

"Hey giirrrrl", the voice is feminine, "why do you look so moody?"

Alex looks over to the lady now sitting next to her. A gothic style with near knee high boots, a short dress and skirt with a long sleeve black and white shirt underneath, with matching leggings. Alex is just going to hopefully assume she's at least wearing shorts under the skirt.

Alex smiles, "sorry, am I looking down? Guess I'm a bit stressed".

"My name's Jess", the lady says, "Want me to buy you a drink".

"I don't plan on drinking to much, I don't want a hang over for tomorrow".

"Tomorrow? What's up then?"

"I'm getting married. A bride to be. It's going to be beautiful", Alex genuinely smiles, "my husband's going to look great and our adventures will be officially together".

"That sounds great! But Gage, why are you in a gay bar?"

"Oh, well I figured there'd be..." Alex thinks, "wait who are you?"

"I guess it's been a while, girl. It's nice to see you again!" Jess cheers.

"Ok, funny prank, but I'm a god, maybe, so trying to spook me isn't going to work"-

Jess hands over her wedding invite to Alex. Alex tries putting two and two together while slightly inebriated.

"Oh. Oh fuck, this you?" Alex asks.

"Now you get it!" Jess exclaims.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry", Alex starts crying, "I didn't mean to hurt you"-

"That's under the bridge now, years in the past", Jess hugs Alex, "now, why are you in a gay bar?"

"A bar is a bar, Jess. While most suck and drinking at home is best, Rags comes here sometimes, and sometimes he gets me a drink for being part of Goat's family".

"I have literally no clue who you're talking about", Jess looks around, "well, maybe except that 'Goat' name, shoulda guessed you'd be a furry".

Alex thinks, "you got me into the drawings in the first place?"

"I know", Jess squeals, "this is amazing, everyone is so cute, especially the bartender!"

Alex wipes her tears properly, "wanna catch up? I'll have another drink if it's with you".

"Now you're talking! I'll buy our drinks".

"I wasn't joking about being a god, Jess".

"Your point?"

[sanchoyo]

i promise i will read the manga!! but um. well. now i’m just so curious i gotta know. just how blorbo can cara go. i wanna take a graceful step backwards and head-first into the rabbit hole. please i gotta know

- saguaro anon pt 2

(i promise it’s me again i swearzit. not that it isn’t easy to lie of course i just think that’d be the funniest thing in the world. there can only be ONE saguaro liker everyone pass the original anon message around the circle if you’d like a turn with the saguaro anon.)

(speaking of i’m chewing on the art of them. i love them so bad they make me wanna draw swords. obsessed also with the dichotomy of physical/spiritual prowess that contradicts a more common “pacifist priest” archetype through swords. still a very graceful way to slay but between that strength/faith dichotomy and their dichotomy with the queen’s science... it’s so evocative of a righteous paladin. but they are also so eepy.)

not u sending this right after I sent a friend a 10000+ word essay to a friend on discord abt cara. pls. the timing is incredible im bouncing cara around in my brain…

SAGUARO ANON!!! HI!!! (wait thats cute. naming urself as an enjoyer of them. my heart will explode fr thank u sm for enjoying my ocs ;_; u are the champion liker of them….this is ur burden to bear)

I mean, don't feel obligated to read the manga/watch the show(s)(either of them! still so happy we got a reboot 20 years after the original…) its just. would fill on context for Some Things (also is a gateway into magical girls if ur not already into them) and I always take a chance to rec it. but..I do try to make things understandable w/out it? I hope?

Cara…im trying to think of what I can say publicly abt her without spoiling her whole story. (I plan to probably make it a novel-sized fanfic and...with 2-3 illus per chapter…it works better as a comic, but the energy to do it + how little reception I got when I tried it…TwT </3) this got. erm. long. so under the cut? I dont THINK anything is TOO spoilery, but if anyone wants to wait until the story is actually being written, maybe skip this one :3c

ok so. my sweet caroline (ba ba ba) 'cara' testout-seebauer, (god what a good name)...… she's like. my wildcard character. full of surprises. full of anxiety. as someone who is also full of anxiety I can say sometimes getting too anxious makes people lash out, seem irritable. get this girl some noise-cancelling headphones tbh. she's also quiet, which, people around her misinterpret as 'oh shes brooding and mysterious' but she's 15. she's the Most 15 Year Old, and all that entails.

She, uh…let me just say she is about as aware as magical girl tropes as Mira is. she makes a point to declare herself as the 'dark magical girl rival' to Mira's heroine persona. which is totally a Normal Thing for anyone with Normal Motivations to say, obviously. (mira aggressively turns a blind eye to how absolutely weird that is because it fits with what she also wants, but other characters are even like, hey thats..questionable? why is a human working with the Aliens Who Want All Humans Dead?? you might ASSUME tragic backstory, but I Love Subverting Expectations. she has a pretty good family life!) she's not as much as an edgelord as this type of character should be in theory, but she IS dramatic 🤔

she's actually somewhat naive and makes the worlds most questionable judgement calls and has the worst sense of who to trust. she's a nerd. she speaks like 4 languages because she was moved around a lot up until she was about 13 and has lived in a handful of countries (if you ask her, she'd say shes american bc thats where shes lived the longest, but her dad is half british half japanese raised in japan and left when he was 18 for america, and her mother is afro-latina american. she strongly takes after her mom in looks but got her dads hair texture :> )

it's a running gag that she knows how to do an improbable amount of things and she always brushes this off her parents were very indulgent and she had a hard time sticking to anything. why does she know origami and karate and how to make balloon animals and ballet and sword fighting and art?? oh but she can only do the very basics of any of the various things, she's not like, outstanding at very many things admittedly and cannot commit to anything. she has...approximate knowledge of many things...It must be said, for the majority of the alien ocs I have...shes the first human theyve met. so u can imagine this gives them very skewed idea of how many things humans can do...

a lot of the characters n plots in tm2 are things I think were tragically underused and under-explored in tmm. in particular the things about her that I draw from are largely things from tokyo mew mew a la mode. (which as of now is free to read on archive.org and is only two volumes!! its the sequel to tmm ^_^...) anyway regarding that...there's a hint in her full name no one as picked up on yet and I shant say more on that. (...do people not pick up on certain naming schemes in tmm aside from the girls having food names? I dont know. this is one of those 'would only pick up on it if ur familiar w tmm things but! I dont even think ppl who HAVE read it have noticed yet.. tbf I only revealed her full name last year I think!)

all of the girls have symbolism with the animal dna they're infused with. cara's a snake. which is such a double sided thing. a lot of people are scared of snakes, lots of imagery of being two-faced or deceitful BUT also, like, 'transformations/rebirth' (shedding of the snake skin) and the caduceus!!! (hermes association, loosely :)) fun. her weapon being a shield + gramophone combo thing now reflects a lot about her too :)

shes SHORT. shes freckled. she cuts her own hair. shes objectively just really funny in a messed up way because everything is extreme when ur 15, its seriously so. just. shes so so so dramatic and gay, my god. its painful to watch. its painful to WRITE. rancid at just COMMUNICATING. she doesnt necessarily even want to be a magical girl its rotten work but my god she'll do it she DOES like the genre but she is so so scared and would probably rather NOT be doing more than like, cosplay. fighting things or people = scary. anxiety is real. but here she is! for some ungodly reason! eeey exposure therapy amiright fellow anxiety sufferers. queen put her and sapote together because sapote was the only alien whod volunteer to get infused and become a mew mew lol sapote is outgoing and queen figured this would offset cara's...*vaguely gestures* everything pretty well. and that sapote would be able to sus out anything cara might be hiding. queen knows sapote's smarter than expected and trusts her a lot cara and sapote are SUCH a funny duo 😭

cara is like. she has problems. and instead of solving them in any rational way she ends up creating 15 more severe problems about it. pitiful little meow meow mew mew

also I'm glad u enjoyed the lil doodle of them, had to toss them in after ur nice message :) (+I will take any excuse to draw or talk abt my ocs r u kidding. i love them)

replying to the very last bit of ur message abt our friend saguaro: WAAAA THAT MAKES ME SO HAPPY THAT THEY MAKE U WANNA DRAW SWORDS!! (do it. swords are fun to draw) u hit the nail on the head with: 'the dichotomy of physical/spiritual prowess that contradicts a more common “pacifist priest” archetype through swords. still a very graceful way to slay but between that strength/faith dichotomy and their dichotomy with the queen’s science… it’s so evocative of a righteous paladin.' the. understanding. the analysis. u are so correct. holding ur hand about this. thank u. thank u.

since u arent a tmm watcher/reader. I have to tell you. deep blue, their god? is the main final bad guy in tmm. we have SO SO SO little info about him. I had to make up so many stupid little headcanons surrounding him + the religion and what would possibly happen post-canon. which is only vaguely tangentially related but I have Many Thoughts. he uses a sword, so of course saguaro would Want To as well! and as far as 'gods' go, deep blue is. hm. a violent one. saguaro is incredibly nice! but is still a devout cult member follower of a violent god who they WILL spill blood in the name of. they WILL tell queen to her face that no, she should NOT be the leader, that should be someone who follows deep blue-sama! and they are only following her for a good view from the top to spot carry out his will, because surely deep blue guided them to be so skillful for a REASON, they MUST be useful to him when he finally reappears! and there is NO room for doubt in their mind he WILL. (jaws theme ominously plays in the distance)

queen and saguaro are both ppl who pride themselves on being civil and well-mannered, so you can imagine the sheer passive-aggressiveness in their convos. they're useful, they're probably the BEST swordsmaster, and they've proven to be very diplomatic and can bridge the gap queen sorely needs to with the other straggling deep blue followers, and queen isn't one to throw away a pawn, so she ultimately sees it as putting up with an annoyance for the greater good. (its not like deep blue could possibly return or anything! jaws theme sounds louder and closer)

everyone else in queens little upper posse thinks theyre super weird. …except cara! (we've come full circle!) because shes human! and! has no frame of reference! for deep blue related things! (well…at least, not in the way everyone else would've) shes dealt with like, mormons or thse door to door religious ppl, to her its like. whatever. same difference. saguaro isnt mean to her solely because shes a human like SOME people in queen's upper circle are. in fact, they're really actually very nice to her! and hey, she likes swords! and they have a calming presence, which is GREAT when u are a little shaky chihuahua abt everything.

I have this scene planned out where cara wakes up from a nightmare SCREAMING, sapote's room is right beside her and hey thats her little buddy so ofc she runs in. but cara wont talk to her, and sapote is like. kid I Am Not Leaving You Alone rn I Am Vaguely Worried and you need someone Adult Shaped to talk to. so caras like. whatever get saguaro then. and sapote is BAFFLED, but it makes perfect sense. because unlike sapote, they won't badger her or try and get her to spill anything, they won't try forcing her into a hug, if she asks them to just talk and distract, they're happy to. they aren't going to go spill her secrets and they CERTAINLY wont rat her out for saying anything untowardly about queen.

sapote accuses them of trying to yank cara into their little cult over this of course. kadskj

oops. thats a very long ramble about nothing very clear. I'm trying to be GOOD about not spoiling my own darn story, but the temptation to talk about it is so strong. I'm always super happy to share stuff on it and when ppl show interest it makes my heart explode. thank uuuu so much again TwT

[neonsbeasts]

🖊bellzy, calliope, lapine and I wanna know if there's any story behind makomart girl's existance

I love you so much I’m kissing you on the head thank you for sending an ask

🖊 gush about an oc

BELLZY: honestly my creature ever of all time. I did not mean to make them as relatable as they kinda are to me tho that was fully on accident. They’ve transcended simply being an oc and now live in my brain rent free. Nobody can even comprehend the level of gender this guy is on. Just a little creacher she cannot change this. I want the best for him forever.

CALLIOPE: being completely honest I don’t have a super concrete vision of her yet but I know her when I see her. This is why she’s sometimes tagged in very specific canon callie images. also the playlist I made for her slaps thanks girlie 💕 she’s more than a little bit entitled and needs a wake up call before she can actually go having meaningful relationships with any of the other fishes tho. here’s how nico punching her in the face can still win-

LAPINE: ok this is a funny story actually. wings sent me the link to this oc for trade bc it’s wonderland energy and as we know I will kill for wonderland ocs. I immediately become obsessed with her and make an offer and I end up winning. I had to figure out how to draw a crocodile multiple times but it’s worth it for her. turns out op is someone I used to know in the delicacies group on dA forever ago. the theme of wonderland ocs being designed by me and my friends continues even when I’m not aware of it <3

MAKOMART GIRL: ok this one I’m going to be incredibly vague but I can tell you more in dms. basically I saw a cute girl at the grocery store and went “I need to draw you as a squid immediately”

[extravaguk]

pairing: jungkook x reader

summary: But above all things, the last thing you expected to happen when you came back was to show your tits and get pierced by none other than motherfucking Jeon Jungkook.

Jeon Jungkook. Guk. Gukkie. Jeongukkie.

wordcount: 15k

genre: summer!au, ex high school classmaters, kinda frenemies to lovers, tattoo artist!&piercing artist!jungkook, popular!reader

rated: m (fluff - smut - angst)

warnings: you broke jungkook's heart you bitch!! , oral sex (m&f), protected sex (shocking tbh), CL as your bestie it doesnt get better than that! idk i dont wanna spoil too much

author's note: fucking finally dude!! i've been writing this since february but school was kicking my ass. now that i finished my exams and mercury is in gemini i was able to finish it. if you read this, i hope you enjoy it!

Inkphoria

You've been standing outside the shop re-reading the word for fifteen minutes, although it definitely feels like it has been longer. You're gripping the flyer too tightly, rumpling the paper in your hand until you're pretty much sure it's ruined. It's the first day of June, and it's already too hot. The sun and humid weather are causing beads of sweat to form in your hairline and your white tank top to stick to your skin. Your jean shorts didn't feel this uncomfortable a few hours ago and you're sure the heat is causing your mascara to transfer to your eyelids and lower lashline. You've never needed a slushie and a smoke this bad in forever, even if you knew the later would make your parents lose their shit.

Inkphoria

You read it again. Your brain is trying to guess what font its written in, an excuse to try to steady your heart beat until your nerves ease a little and you can finally gather the courage to step into the damn shop. You've noticed a few people passing by giving you strange looks because maybe it hasn't been fifteen minutes. Perhaps you've been unmoving like an idiot in the middle of the street for longer than you want to admit.

Chaelin's voice echoes inside your head.

'Its not that much of a big deal. It's not even that painful, trust me.'

You wish you could trust your best friend, but your best friend is also the same woman who assured you Cats was the movie of the year. Yes, not 'Cats: The Musical'. 'Cats', the movie.

'And this could be a great start to get out of your comfort zone and start living your life exactly the way you want to, not the way people expect you to. Not the way your family wants you to, not the way Adam wanted you to.'

But although her credibility could sometimes be questionable - like that time she also told you she'd tried marmite and 'honestly, it's not as bad as people make it out to be'-, you also didn't trust anybody in this world as much as you trusted her. She had always been your entire support system, the only one around you who never sugarcoated, who always treated you as an equal, who was always there for you to help you discover yourself and, at the same time, remind you of who you were.

'And it's gonna look so hot, too.'

That's it. Sticking the wrinkled flyer on your back pocket, your feet finally start moving. It doesn't take longer than three strides and you're pushing open the door.

The first thing you notice is that, thankfully, the shop is empty. The second thing you notice is the bright sky blue walls, a green undertone peaking through. Your eyes scan nervously the interior. Frames with tattoo designs and people modeling other different designs decorate the walls, some skateboards also hanging from the ceiling. A few plants in the corner, and two leather couches on either side of the room. Your scanning stops on the counter, where a girl with short, platinium hair and -what you guess is- the eighty percent of her body inked. Face included. She's been looking at you, a smirk tugging at her lips. Her tone is amused when she speaks

"Hi." she says. "You can come closer, you know? We don't bite."

Great. As if you couldn't feel more out of place, apparently you also couldn't look more out of place.

"Sorry." you gulp as you walk forward. "It's my first time doing anything like this."

She laughs this time, but it's not mean. It's not mocking, thank God, and the smile she sends you is as warm as the weather, friendly, luckily helping you calm down a bit. "A virgin, huh? JK's gonna love this." your eyes jump in surprise, but she's fast to wave her hands in front of you. "Just a joke. So, first time getting a tattoo. You have something in mind, honey?"

"Um, no. Not a tattoo. Not yet, I think." you wet your lips, regretting not reaplying chapstick before stepping inside. "A piercing."

"Oh! Cool!" she claps her hands, too excited for your own taste, pulling from under the counter a catalogue. "So, where will it be? Cartilogue? Nose? A lot of people are getting their septums pierced right now, though, so you might-"

"Nipples. Like, one of them."

Her gaze finds yours in surprise, although her face swiftly transforms again into an amiable expression. "Now, that's badass. Alright!" she skims through the pages of the catalogue until she finds the nipple piercing collection. You scratch your head before wiping your forehead sweat-free. "You can pick either barbells or hoops, although barbells heal faster and they don't move around as much. There's different kinds of metal, too. Gold or platinium. If your skin is sensitive, I recommend titanium. It's hypoallergenic and not as problematic."

The blonde keeps talking as you nod your head, a smile making its way into your face while silently thanking her for her easygoing personality. It quickly makes you feel comfortable and stupid for being so terrified of doing this.

Once you decide, settle on the cost and sign the papers, she stands up from the stool she'd been sitting on. "Ok, I'll go tell my coworker. He's been sketching tattoos all morning, it's time he gets to work!" she laughs, but suddenly your smile banishes and your throat shuts down.

"He?" your alarmed tone halts her motions and she looks back at your frightened expression.

He? A he is going to pierce your nipple? You're about to let a random stranger, a HE, see and touch one of your boobs and then pierce a needle through one of your nipples?

"Oh, baby, don't worry. I'd do it myself if I knew how to, but I only do tattoos. Most of our staff are on summer vacation so it's mostly just him and I. If you don't feel comfortable, which is totally understandable, you can wait until september when Minzy comes back and she can do it for you." It's her turn to scratch the back of her head as she adds: "but trust me, we're professionals. He's not a creep or anything like that. He's been doing this for a long time. He won't cross any boundaries."

September? You won't even be here in september. Fuck.

Sure, you could do it when you move back into the city. But this summer was supossed to be the summer. You already decided after your breakup with Adam that there would be no trace of the old you. That it was time to push yourself, to do the things that you've always wanted to do, unapologetically. To find the new you, the real you. To stop being scared.

So after going through you options for a few seconds and taking a deep breath, you make up your mind.

"It's fine. I can do it."

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"JK, sweetheart!"

Jungkook is finishing drawing a Chinese dragon when Mijoo opens the door without knocking. Again. He puts the pen down, rubbing his eyes. It's monday, a slow monday, not much work, and he had hoped it would stay that way until closing time. It's summer and Jungkook hates summer. He hates the heat, he hates being drenched in sweat, and he hates the fact that he can do nothing about it. Because working in the summer is terrible. Summer makes him lazy, makes him want to bathe in a tub full of iced water and not get out until he turns into a raisin and october comes. It makes him irritable. Summer makes him annoyed by people -like Mijoo, even if he loves her to death- and himself.

"I got a girl here who wants a nipple piercing, her first piercing by the way, so get your shit ready and bla bla bla. Straight titanium barbell. Also, don't flirt and don't be creepy. She almost ran away when I told her a male was going to be touching and piercing her tit, be mindful of that. She's too cute, if you want to get her number you should wait until it's done. I think that's it. I'll bring her in in a minute."

Mijoo leaves as fast as she talks, but Jungkook is already used to it. He's already used to the headaches her mouth causes too. He sighs before standing up, tying his too-long raven hair into the best bun he can manage. He washes his hands, sets the table up, sits on the chair and puts the gloves on. He's too busy sterilizing the jewerly when Mijoo comes back with you.

"Alright, my babies. I'll leave you to it." she turns to you. "He'll explain everything, from how the process will be to how to take care of it after it's done." she leaves before saying bye, closing the door behind her, and then he finally turns to you.

Your eyes meet and suddenly everything stops. He almost drops the sterilizing machine, his whole body tensing, going into panic mode as he recognizes you immediatly. His hands shake.

Of course he does. Of course he recognizes his high school crush. The too goody two shoes, too pretentious and too rich, too good for everybody and, most importantly, 'too good for Jeon Jungkook' girl of his high school dreams. Of course he recognizes the girl he had confessed his stupid crush to when he was sixteen. Of course he recognizes the girl who rejected and broke his young and foolish heart when he was a dumb teenager.

It doesn't matter that six years have passed ever since. He still knows every lock of your hair like the palm of his hand. He still remembers the shape of your lips and the exact shade of your eyes. He can still identify the body he fantasized about -and jacked off to- when he was a hormonal teen, now filled in all the right places. Now a grown woman.

Just one look at you after years and years of pining is enough to almost make him faint. And grow a boner under his jeans.

And by the look on your face, your eyes wide and your mouth agape, you recognize him as well.

Dammit.

He schools his features and clears his throat. Forces his body to relax and compose himself, because he's not a teenager anymore. He's also a grown man, who has matured, who now has much more experience with women than he did back then. He had already embarrased himself enough when he was sixteen to be doing it all over again. You're just another attractive girl in a sea of attractive women.

He turns to you. You still haven't said anything. Neither has he.

"Um, you can sit on the table." he manages, motioning to the set up in front of him. He watches you taking doubtful steps until you're sitting down, your eyes avoiding his gaze. He almost forgot you were here to get pierced. Holy shit, you were here to get pierced. To get your nipple pierced.

You're a professional, Jungkook. You can do this, Jungkook. You've seen boobs before, Jungkook. You've pierced nipples before, Jungkook.

Clearing his throat again and forcing his hands to stay by his side, he speaks. "The... The top." your gaze finds his, like a puppy about to get scolded. You look at your top, realization dawning on you. "You don't have to take it off. You can just pull it down."

So you do, pulling the straps of the white tank top down and dragging the fabric down with trembling fingers. No bra. Jungkook gulps as your breasts comes into vision. As perfect as he had imagined years ago. His cock twitches. Round, full, perky and so damn inviting he has to hold himself back from latching onto one nipple with his mouth around it and swirling his tongue over the nub until you're a pretty, moaning, little mess on his piercing tabl-

He closes his eyes for just a second before reminding himself to act like the 23 year old Jungkook he's tried so hard to become. The confident, assured Jungkook he is.

"Okay, this is how it'll go. First I'll clean it and scrub it to get rid of any bacteria." he's so glad he hasn't stuttered yet. 23 year old Jungkook doesn't stutter like 17 year old Jungkook. He's also glad he can pick the alcohol bottle and the surgical scrub without trembling. When he faces you again, you're watching his motions with your lip caught between your teeth. That has him swallowing the lump in his throat.

Making eye contact with him again, you take a deep breath and offer a small nod, so he gets to work. He can show you and himself he's a grown man. A grown man who can pierce a nipple without appearing like it's the first time he's seen a boob in his life. The sooner he does it, the sooner it's over.

Jungkook wets the paper towel with alcohol before carefully wiping over your nub with it. Your back arches, probably from the cold feeling, he guesses. He rubs it a few times before throwing it in the trash can nearby. He avoids looking at how enticing the soft peak is salluting him when he reaches for the marker. He doesn't say anything when he dots it with it, jaw clenched and his dick painfully stiff.

"Lay back." his voice low as he commands, turning away to get the clamp. When he slides closer, he tries to ignore the view: you, with your hair sprawled and your sweaty, shiny skin and your eyes focused on the cieling, nipple fully erect, like the star of one of his most erotic dreams. He extends his free gloved hand before he can stop himself, fingers carefully working the nub until he's sure it's painfully hard. Almost as hard as he is.

You gasp, your back arching again. He stills and looks at you, your cheeks flushed pink. Probably from the heat, he guesses again. Or at least that's what he tells himself. He can't stop himself from wondering how responsive would you be in a different setting, most likely his bed while his teeth play with your breast and his cock dives into-

"You okay?" he studies your face, your eyes not meeting his and instead still focusing on the white ceiling.

"Mhm." you reply with a small voice.

"Relax, alright? It'll be over soon." his voice is as gentle as he can, his fingers mindlessly caressing your breast to try to soothe your nerves. Or maybe it's just because he's a selfish bastard. Whatever it is, he forces himself to bring the clamp to your nipple, securing it around it.

"Take a few deep breaths. This will only take a second of pain and then it will go away." He misses the way your mouth falls open, but he doesn't miss the way your eyes squeeze tight as the needle goes in.

"Ah!" he definitely doesn't miss that either. He goes rigid for a second, because that didn't fucking sound like a cry of painfulness. It's breathy, and whiny, not too loud and, for fucks sake, if that's how you sound when you're getting fucked, he swears to God-

He feels your heartbeat under his hands when he puts the barbell in and then the bandage over it. He takes a look at you, chest moving up and down. And then you take a look at him and what he sees is almost enough to take you right there.

Reddened cheeks, drops of sweat framing your face and those eyes glazed with something he's seen too much in the women he's fucked throughout his life. They're half lidded, mascara adorning your long lashes and almost smudged, looking right through him.

"Jungkook..." and your voice, as you say his name -acknowledging him for the first time since you stepped into his shop, for the first time since you were sixteen-, it's hoarse, almost inaudible, like you just came all over his-

He's on his feet in an instant like he's been burned. "It may bleed for the first week, and it can be really sore. The swelling will eventually come down." he's quickly tidying up the table, a bottle in his hand that he hands to you without looking directly. "Wash it gently with this soap and warm water once per day. Don't touch it. Wear a comfortable...bra. If it gets crusty, clean it with saline. Not alcohol or any other thing you might clean a wound with. The soap I just gave you or saline. Nothing else."

He's pacing around the room as he takes his gloves off and throws them in the trash bin, too agressively maybe, then he keeps rambling, like he's hurriedly trying to make you leave as soon as possible. "Avoid pools and the sea. It takes about six months to a year to heal, so don't... don't touch it, don't play with it or..." he clears his throat, "don't let anyone else play with it. And if it gets infected, come back immediately and I'll take a look at it." which he honestly hopes it won't happen. When he faces you, your top is back on and you're getting off the table.

"Alright, um...I'll do that." clearing your throat, your hand gripping the doorknob. "Thank you."

But right before you can exit the room, Jungkook says your name.

"_____." when you turn around to face him, it takes a few seconds for him to make eye contact from across the room. "It was good to see you."

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"Let me see!"

It's the first thing Chaelin says when she opens the door to her appartment. It's on the second floor, small enough to compare it to most expensive appartments you'd stayed in throughout your life, but big enough for Chaelin, her cat and her -impressive- collection of acrylic nail kits and pairs of high heels. It's also big enough for her to offer you the only guest room until summer is over so you didn't have to, one, stay at your parents' place, and two, find an appartment in a short period of time for a short period of time.

When you left years ago, you did so with the thought of 'never looking back'. You never really expected to return here, of all places. Maybe visit your best friend for a weekend at most, have dinner with your parents on a saturday and then go back to the new life you'd made for yourself on a sunday.

But that was before you'd caught Adam cheating.

Tale as old as time: childhood sweethearts get engaged, move in together, son of a bitch sleeps with the assistand he told his girlfriend not to worry about, and then the brokenhearted girl packs her bags and leaves the cheating bastard begging for her to come back.

You'd be lying if you said you were surprised.

Throughout your life, you'd learned to expect many things, regardless of being sheltered and babied by your family since you were born. Watched too much Maury and Dr.Phil. Too much Gossip Girl to know what the deal with life really is.

So, thankfully, you'd only shed a few tears, mostly because your ego and self steem were slightly triggered. You'd realize long before that your feelings for Adam started to disappear once he popped the question and you said yes. Your love story began as teenagers but soon after graduating, the two of you went on different paths: you'd matured, grown into your twenties while he got stuck at 17 and never stopped acting as such.

So yeah, whatever, break ups are hard. But they're not as hard when the love is gone and the sole reason to stay with your partner is to please your parents. You were also right when you expected your mom to tell you to 'forgive and forget' because 'those things just happen, it's not a big deal, honey'.

But above all things, the last thing you expected to happen when you came back was to show your tits and get pierced by none other than motherfucking Jeon Jungkook.

Jeon Jungkook. Guk. Gukkie. Jeongukkie.

The lanky nerd with braces, glasses and an anime obsession much bigger than his hentai obsession, which is saying a lot. The shy, awkward classmate who'd stuttered his undying crush for you when you were just kids. That one who you had rudely rejected like the bitch you used to be in high school.

But my God, Jeon Jungkook was anything but a kid now.

You were shocked. You were gagged. Couldn't seem to fathom what was happening and what your eyes were seeing. It took you a while to close your mouth when you realized JK was Guk. Gukkie. Jeongukkie.

With messy black hair, a smoldering gaze free of glasses, piercings adorning both ears, and his right eyebrow,, the braces long gone showing perfectly straight - but still bunny like- teeth. The clothes he wore were loose, all black, but it was impossible not to notice the muscles of his back and arms, covered with tattoos from his hands to his forearms. You'd bet there were more of them underneath the fabric.

It was awkward at first. You didn't know what to do, or what to say. Didn't know if he rememberd you. So you chose to stay quiet while your body chose to react like it had never been in the presence of an attractive young man in it's entire life.

And oh, did it react.

He was reluctant, his old timid demeanor peeking through his newly adopted persona. But as soon as those hands came in contact with your skin, your whole body was lit on fire. Like you were 16 and losing your virginity over again and it was the first time a dude touched your boobs.

There shouldn't have been anything erotic about it -besides the fact that your entire breasts were exposed-, it should've been just a professional procedure. But those gloved fingers touched and pinched and suddenly you were too aware of Jeon Jungkook and the way you were starting to sweat profously, not due to the heat of the season.

You tried to distract yourself by looking at the cieling and not at his gorgeous face. Tried to avoid thinking about Jeon Jungkook and how his mouth would feel wrapped around you. Tried not to think about the way your panties were a second skin to your folds, and how tempted you were to grind your hips until you recieved some sort of friction with the jean fabric of your shorts. You wonder if he noticed you squeezing your thighs together. You hope not.

And then the needle happened. You never thought of yourself as a particularly kinky person. Sex with Adam was boring for the most part and you'd lost your libido for a long time. Stopped thinking about sex altogether. But the pain. The pain mixed with his hand rubbing soothing circles on your breast and his voice, as sweet as honey, guiding you through it. It made you reconsider a lot of things you'd once dismissed as 'weird' or 'deviant'

You swear you almost came right on his table.

And then your eyes connected, you made the mistake of calling his name like a satisfied woman who still needed more, and it was all gone. He stood up like a scared cat, gave you a bunch of explanations about the aftercare that you barely grasped without even looking at you and pretty much rushed you to leave.

So you walked, all the way from the tattoo parlor to Chaelin's appartment, mortified, and completely humilliated.

"Are you gonna let me see or not?" your friend says expectantly as you finally sit down after chugging a glass of iced water. You sigh, placing the glass on the table before carefully pulling down your top. "Oh my God, it looks so cool!" she gasps and you can't help a smile while she studies it in amazement. "Did it hurt?"

"Um, I guess." you keep out the part where you almost orgasmed, obviously, stopping her hand from touching when she reaches towards you. "Wait, no. He said something about not touching it for like six months or a year, I don't remember."

At that, Chaelin's eyebrows quirk up. "He? It was a he? Was he cute, at least?"

"You won't believe this..." looking away for a few seconds, you take a deep breath. "It was Jeon Jungkook."

There's a pause, a silence that fills the room when Chaelin's jaw drops. "Jeon Jungkook...pierced your nipple?"

You close your eyes, bracing yourself for what you're a hundred percent sure is coming.

"Ha..." there it is. "Ha ha..." you still know there's more. "Ha ha ha..."

Chaelin laughs hysterically for about God knows how long, while you keep drinking your glass of water unfaced, your mind drifting back to Guk. Gukkie. Jeongukkie, his tattoos and his stupid gloved hands.

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You know he's here.

Everything was cool, you were doing alright, having a great time with your vodka sprite in hand and your cute white bikini on. Chaelin was by your side, the guys were excited to have you back and thankfully, you'd avoided most questions about Adam and they'd avoided digging too deep into the topic. You'd sunbathed the whole afternoon, kept away from the water like he'd told you and ate the Hawaiian pizza Yoongi insisted on ordering despite Namjoon's and Jimin's complaints.

It's at night, when you're a little tipsy and your cheeks are flushed, that you feel it. You'd barely noticed Taehyung disappearing to let in a new guest.

You don't see him, but you feel him.

You're sitting on the pool tile steps, legs dangling and the water baely reaching your belly to make sure it doesn't touch your very sensitive and newly pierced nipple. Your back is facing the sliding glass doors of Hoseok's house, but the moment you hear his voice, smooth but animated as he converses with Taehyung, your body wakes up immediately, back straightening, goosebumps forming on your arms and nipples tightening against the fabric of your two piece.

You don't turn around, instead opting for downing the remaining of your drink and coming to the realization that, of course, Taehyung, social butterfly who'd always got along with everybody and remained friends with most people from high school, still keeps in touch with Jungkook.

You ignore him when he enters the pool, still peering from the corner of your eyes while pretending to be engaged in Chaelin's and Jihyo's conversation. Your mind sabotages you by taking you to that day a week ago at the tattoo parlor.

To the warmth of his hand, to the few strands of hair that his small ponytail couldn't keep together, to the way his eyes focused on such an intimate part of your body, to the endless ink decorating his skin, to-

Great. Now your bottoms are wet and not due to the water.

You don't miss Chaelin supressing a laugh and her not so subtle elbowing. You glance at her in warning and try to keep calm for the next fifteen minutes until Jin proposes moving to the living room to watch a movie.

"I'm gonna stay here for a little longer, guys." you say, after clearing your throat. You needed some time to gather yourself before being in a confined space with Jungkook.

"Are you sure?" Jin stops by your side to place a hand on your shoulder as everybody starts exiting the pool. "It's Mean Girls! You love Mean Girls! You never miss a minute of Mean Girls!"

Rolling your eyes, you wave him dismissively. "I know every dialogue on Mean Girls like the back of my hand, I think I'll be alright, Jin."

When everybody finally leaves, you take a deep breath, covering your face with your hands in an attempt to get him out of your head. Damn Jeon Jungkook and his irresisitble glow up.

"You okay?"

The unexpected voice startles you, a gasp finding its way out of your mouth and causing you to jump on your seat, heartbeat erratic as you instantly recognize who it belongs to. Your hand grasps your chest as if that would do anything to protect yourself against him.

"Shit, don't do that!" you say, the words almost getting stuck in your throat as you see him approaching you, still submerged in the pool. The more he nears you, the less water depth there is and the more visible his torso comes into view. Wich was exactly what you'd been avoiding.

Because Jeon Jungkook was ripped, as you'd imagined when you first encountered him.

Broad shoulders and strong biceps and chiseled abs and veiny forearms. Drenched hair, a full sleeve of tattoos and water dripping from delicious tan skin and all just so very hard. That paired up with a loopsided smile that does nothing but make you shudder.

"Sorry." he doesn't sound apologetic at all when he says that, the smirk adorning his features telling. "You just seemed a little off." you advert your gaze when he pushes his hair back.

"I'm fine, just...just wanted to be by myself."

"Oh" Jungkook's smile disappears. "I can leave, if you want me t-"

"No!" you're not sure where that comes from and neither does he, judging by the look on his face when your eyes find his. Eyebrows raised and mouth slightly parted, he's as surprised as you and there's an awkward silence for a few seconds. "Um, you don't have to. I mean, it's not my house, you can do whatever you want." you sniff and tame your voice, trying to seem cool and collected like you didn't just practically beg him not to go.

Ironic, considering this was exactly what you had been fearing for the past thirty minutes.

And then he smiles. A knowing smile. A smile that says 'you just totally checked me out and now you don't want me to leave'. A smile that you would have never associated with Jeon Jungkook of all people years ago. A smile that makes you want to look away but still keeps you in place.

"Sure." he says, closing the space between the two of you slowly but still leaving enough distance. "So, how's it going?"

You clear your throat, head high and determined not to let this man, or any man for that matter, turn you into a trembling mess. You're still you and you're not easily shaken by the opposite sex. Or at least that's what you helplessly chant in your head.

"Everything's cool. I'm on summer vacation now," a little white lie, "so I decided to-"

"The piercing." he says, the smile never leaving his face. "I meant how's the piercing."

"The pier- right." you almost miss the step he takes forward, all too aware of his height over yours but thankful for the centimeters that being propped on the stairs added to yours. "It's-" you almost, almost miss his knee touching your knee and him slightly separating your legs with his own inch by inch. Or how your thighs open unvoluntarely to welcome him in and how you can barely find coherent words to speak. "It's doing-" or the way his smile disappears and is instead focusing his dark stare fully onto yours.

"It's doing well." you finally say in a whisper, not being able to bring yourself to be louder.

He hums. "May I see it?" Jungkook wets his lips with the tip of his tongue and the action and his voice is enough to make you nod your head, bewitched.

His movements are unhurried, his hand coming up to tentatively come in contact with the flesh of your clavicle. His fingers skim through your skin upwards, his touch is feather-like when it wraps around your throat. You pant, and he stops but he doesn't move away, his eyes still focused on yours, studying you, daring you to pull back, to tell him to back off. But just a simple touch of his and you're fully under his control. It reminds you too much of the day you got that damn piercing.

Your lips are parted and for a moment he stays just like that. His body so close to yours but not close enough, and his hand slightly gripping your neck. Your pussy clenches around nothing and you can't wrap your head around the fact that something so simple sets your entire being alive and leaves you aching.

Then, as slow as he started, his hand travels from the front of your neck to the back, pushing your hair aside to carefully untie the straps of your bikini. He breathes through his nostrils, doesn't make a sound. He seems so collected it's starting to annoy you.

Instead, your breathing is ragged when the top falls down, exposing both your breasts to him. That's when he removes his eyes from yours and his jaw clenches. Your nipples perk up under his gaze, like they remember him and the effect he had on them just a week ago. You're at least glad you're not the only one affected but he seems to be a master at keeping it under wraps.

Then, his hand moves again, leaving goosebumps on your skin as it goes south. Jungkook takes his time, so deliberate you want to scream, until he's cupping your pierced breast, keeping away from the nipple just like he'd advised you a few days prior. You can't look away from his face, from his eyes observing you like you're a full course meal and he's been starving for days. You feel drops of water falling from his hair to your thighs, his thumb caressing your skin so delicately as it faintly nears your still tender nipple. Just nearing it, never touching it.

"Beautiful." his murmur is almost imperceptible and for a moment you think you've imagined it. Your back arches on its own, breast pushed against the palm of his hand, almost like your body is begging him to come closer, to touch you more, to feel you all over. He meets your eyes briefly, gauging your reaction, before going back to your chest. Suddenly, the grip on your breast tightens, fingers ever so softly squeezing your flesh. From your throat comes a mewl, your eyes shut and your legs close around his waist.

"Jungkook, please..." you whisper when you open your eyes. He looks at you, unvertainty written all over his face, lips bruised as if he had been biting on them too hard, gaze as glassy as yours. And just like that, the spell is broken. He blinks and his expression changes completely. Lips forming a straight line and jaw tight. His hand retracts, fixing your bikini top over your breasts before tying it around your neck like it originally was. Meanwhile your eyebrows crunch in confusion. But when you're about to start asking questions, he clears his throat.

"It's healing okay." he steps back, avoiding your eyes. "I'll see you inside."

Jungkook leaves the pool like nothing happened.

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Jungkook is fiddling, fixing the position of his glasses and combing through his straight hair with shaky hands, habits he's tried so hard to get rid of in his sixteen years of existence but still finds impossible to.

He can't help it. He's always been like this: the quiet and awkward kid in class who sits in the back, a misunderstood puppy in a sea of stronger dog breeds that could eat him alive. An outcast. Too geeky for his own good. Notebokes full of Dragon Ball doodles on the margins of the pages, the shelves in his room stacked with Marvel figurines, and a closet filled with outdated clothes that he has been inheriting from his older brother.

He has never been the type to stand out, always being overlooked by people like he's invisible. He doesn't mind though. He'd much rather be ignored than getting picked on by bullies like he used to in elementary school.

He never gets invited to parties. Ever. He's a nobody who barely speaks, and when he does he either stutters or manages to embarrass himself in one way or another. He's seen the look on people's faces when they look at him. Their eyes seem to scream 'weirdo' everytime he gets acknowledged.

So obviously the only reason he was invited to this particular party had a first and last name: Kim Taehyung. The only kid in Jungkook's entire life who didn't look at him in a funny way, the only kid who took the time to entangle in a random conversation with him after class and who seemed geniune enough to make Jungkook feel comfortable.

He's not sure how it happened, since Taehyung mostly hangs out with the cool kids. But somehow it did, and now Jungkook is uncomfortably standing in a living room full of drunk teens, looking directly at you.

You, the one girl Jungkook had been pining on for God knows how long. You, who are obviously too pretty, too popular, and way out of his league. You, with your plaid skirt and your polo shirt and those legs that never seem to end. You, who are sitting with your friends in a couch, drink in hand and visibly tipsy. And yet, he doesn't think he's ever seen anyone pull of the 'drunk-rosy-cheek' look better than you.

He can hear your laugh through the music and he already thinks it sounds better than whoever is playing in the background.

"Come on, Gukkie! Her friends are leaving and she's all by herself now! It's your chance" Taehyung's obviously drunk too because it took Jungkook a while to decypher his exact words. He'd disappeared for a while and now that he's back, he's pushing Jungkook in your direction.

"This was a mistake, Taehyung." Jungkook shakes his hair and steps back, quickly glancing at the front door to prepare his escape. But his new friend's grip on his hoodie keeps him in place.

"Guk, listen. The only thing you have to do, is walk up to her, and say 'hey I think you're, like, really pretty. Just letting you know. Bye!' That's it. Jung- Dude, Guk, seriously, look at me." Taehyung grabs Jungkook's cheeks, squishing them between his hands and forceing him to face him. "You've been crushing hard on her for years, my man. We're graduating and you won't see each other again. What's the worst thing that can happen? Getting rejected?"

Jungkook's eyebrows draw together. "Um, yeah?"

"Exactly! Getting rejected is not the end of the world, bro! It just means keep trying on other girls!" Taehyung releases his hold on Jungkook's cheeks. "I just think you're going to regret not telling your crush she's your crush. Who knows? Maybe in the future you two will get married."

Jungkook snickers, muttering a 'yeah right' under his breath. Still, he can't help the smile that Taehyung's words always seem to pull out of him.

"Now," Taehyung playfully slaps Jungkook before turning him in your direction again. "Go get 'em, tiger!"

"Okay," Mijoo's voice slices through Jungkook's memories. She's sitting on Jungkook's desk, munching on her brownies and looking at her coworker expectantly. "And then what?"

He sighs, running a hand through his hair, sits back on his chair, already feeling the effects of Mijoo's baked goods. "And then I walked up to her, like a damn fool, stutter and all. And I say:" he clears his throat, making an effort to do his best teenage Gukkie impression."'Hey, _____, um, so, I think you're beautiful and I've had a crush on you since seventh grade, haha, just wanted to let you know.'"

Mijoo rolls her eyes, still chewing. "And then what?"

"And then she looked me up and down, giggled, fucking giggled, Mijoo, and said 'Who are you, again?'" Mijoo gasps and Jungkook closes his eyes, trying to force that recollecion out of his head.

"What a bitch." she can't help but laugh before apologizing. Jungkook merely shrugs his shoulders and takes another bite of his brownie. "She didn't say anything else?"

"She said something along the lines of:" he clears his throat again, this time, doing an impression of you. "'That's sweet and all but, you and I... we're not the same. And I have a boyfriend, so...' She said that like I didn't know, like I wasn't aware of the school's it couple! Like I was dumb!"

Mijoo nods. "And now you want to fuck her even more than you did in high school."

"I- No! Well, yes. Fuck, of course I want to sleep with her! But I just... can't."

"Why not?"

"Did you hear anything about what I just told you or were you too concentrated trying to get high?"

It's Mijoo's turn to roll her eyes. "I heard everything you just told me. I just don't understand what the problem is. You two were sixteen. Sure, she was a bitch about it, but Lord knows I've been a bitch my entire life and now I'm not anymore." Jungkook raises an eyebrow at that. "Okay, sometimes I can be nice. But the point is..." Mijoo finishes her piece of brownie before getting off of Jungkook's desk. "It's been, what? Nine? Ten years? People change, JK. You're the best example of that. You want to fuck her and she obviously wants to fuck you too. You're both adults." she wipes her hands on her shorts. "I think it's time you fulfill that high school fantasy of yours."

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You've made up your mind.

And by you, it means Chaelin has made up your mind.

It didn't take long to convince you though. That last interaction with Jungkook cause too many emotions stirring within you. It left you hot, it left you bothered, it left you confused. Sure, it also left you a little bit embarrassed like the first time, but above everything else, that interaction with Jungkook left you absolutely livid.

Because who the fuck did Jeon Jungkook, formerly known as Guk, Gukkie, Jungukkie, and currently known as JK, think he was to come near you, speed your heart rate's up, and then runaway like that?

You've spent days thinking about it. About that face, about that body, about those hands and- shit. You're doing it again.

You've spent days trying to push those intrusive thoughts. Spent days trying to bury what happened. You've spent days trying to keep quiet, not telling anyone about it and just wishing that stupid spark of desire simply went away.

But it has just been simply unavoidable. You haven't been able to ignore the sleepless nights with your brain drifting back to that night and forbidding your hand from slipping under your panties. Or the excessive amount of time during the day where images of him suddenly popped in your head and wouldn't go away, even with you squeezing your thighs to try to make the ache go away.

So you ended up ranting and ranting and ranting to the only person you could confide on, who is obviously your best friend. Your best friend, who's too smart for her own good and knows you too well for your liking. Because apparently your moodiness and snappy remarks couldn't go unnoticed.

And after explaining the fiasco over a bottle of wine -and minutes of endless laughing on Chaelin's part because, again, it's Gukkie you two were talking about and, according to her, this was "the most karmic thing I've ever seen"-, she gave you the best advice an older sister could ever give.

"Fuck him."

"I know right? Fuck him!"

"No. I mean, fuck him."

And now here you are. Right inside that room you stepped in weeks ago, confronting the man in question with the same confidence that has always distinguished you from others and trying to act like the fluttering inside your belly wasn't nauseauting.

"A date."

"Yes."

"You want to go on a date with me." this wouldn't be so hard if Jungkook didn't look so delectable in a plain white t-shirt and ripped jeans. You cross your arms over your chest, doing your best to not look down at the exposed skin of a man who obviously worked out a lot and apparently, never skipped leg day. "What's the catch?"

He's sitting on his chair, back resting comfortably and legs spread, narrowing his eyes at you and probably wondering why the girl at the front desk let you in without an appointment. Also, probably wondering if there was a catch to all of this.

"There's no catch. I just want to go to the fair this weekend. I'll ask Taehyung for your number and text you the date and the exact place we'll be meeting. Unless..." your quirk one of your eyebrows. "Unless you're already planning on how you'll chicken out this time."

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Of course, Jungkook says yes to going on a date with his high school crush but spends the following days overthinking every single thing.

He can't help but feel like it's kinda sketchy. What if you're planning your vendetta on him? What if you don't even show up and he ends up there looking like a damn idiot? What if you hate him and are just messing up with him? What if that incident in high school is going to repeat itself?

"If she doesn't show up, you simply move on and never speak to her again. It's that simple. She can't have that much power over you to cry about something like that." Mijoo had said that same day she let you in the tattoo parlor after you'd asked to see Jungkook. Jungkook's coworker hadn't even question you and just motioned you to Jungkook's room with a knowing smile on her face. Later that day, Jungkook had scolded her about it and she'd simply shrugged.

He considers cancelling, eyes reading the 'won't be able to make it, sorry (sad face emoji)' over and over again and fingers hovering over the send button so many times he's lost count. But then he remembers that comment of yours about him chickening out and Jungkook starts seeing red.

How couldn't you understand he's just terrified of you rejecting him one more time? Sure, Jungkook is now an adult who doesn't get butthurt over stuff like that. He's experienced too much after graduating from high school and he's a much stronger individual than his fragile self back was back then.

But something about you just makes him feel so... weak.

He still finds it impossible to concieve where he got the courage to approach you like that at Taehyung's pool, or how he brought himself to touch you for longer than a minute without coming in his pants. He'd enjoyed it too much. Allowing him to see you so exposed, just for him. He'd be so tempted to kiss you right there and then, to run his hands up and down your thighs and fully wrap your legs around him to let you known how much you'd affected him. Once you called his name, it was like he'd finally snapped out of it and backed away like he'd been burned by you. He spent the next twenty minutes trying to keep himself from pulling down his pants and jerking off in his friend's bathroom.

It's terrible. Because he feels like the teenager he used to be when you're around. Shy, insecure and overall a mess. You showing up in his life after so many years and now apparenly being interested in him seems like a dream that he's not sure he wants to keep being in or wake up from before it's too late and he falls back into that tumoltuous longing that will inevitably end up in heartbreak. His heartbreak.

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It's saturday night, he's standing by himself in the crowded fair at the spot. You're fifteen minutes late and he's already about to turn back and dip out. He feels too awkward and the nerves are eating him alive.

You're not going to show up. You're not going to show up and now he feels and looks even dumber than the time he told you he was crushing on you. You're not even going to show up and now he's going to come back home, get drunk by himself and curse your name for-

"Hey!" he turns around to the sound of your voice and sees you running towards him. "Sorry I'm late! I couldn't find my phone and spent like thirty minutes looking for it. Turns out, Sharon Stone, was taking a nap on top of it and I didn't even notice."

"Sharon Stone?"

"Chaelin's cat."

To be honest, he's too surprised to process your explanation right away. He might also be a little speechless because that sky blue sundress looks too good on your skin and your eyelashes are so long, framing your beautiful eyes, and your lips are all glossy and kisseable that it takes him a while to find his own voice.

He clears his throat. "It's alright." scratching the back of his head, he momentarely adverts his gaze from you in an attempt to not get distracted by how soft your hair looks and how much he wants to wrap it around his hands in a ponytail. "Um, where do you want to go first?"

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Almost an hour and a half later, when the sun has already disappeared and you're both surrounded by colorful lights, Jungkook decides to buy the both of you hot dogs and a drink and you both settle down on a bench.

You've been walking all over the fair, going from booth to booth, playing any game in sight Jungkook dared you to -he obviously had a competitive streak-: from the ballon and dart games, to the shooting games, to the bumping cars, to the ball-in-basket one. To say you were having fun was an understatement.

You'd almost regretted setting the date up. You were sure he wouldn't even show up and if he did, you were scared of how awkward things could get between the two of you. And if things were awkward, you were sure it would only take less than thirty minutes for the both of you to part ways and never talk again about such failure of a date.

To your surprise, none of that happened.

The conversation was flowing, both of you acting like you were strangers on their first date getting to know each other, which, to be fair, that's exactly what it felt like. There was a slight banter, teasing each other when one of you lost in whatever game you were playing while the other was obviously winning. There were laughs and a funny feeling in your tummy whenever you'd walk side by side and his arm brushed yours.

There was no stiffness on his shoulders, no mention of the past or your previous encounters, no acknowledgement of the blatant sexual tension you'd experienced before, not an ounce of avoidance whenever your eyes met his and he was even sure of himself enough to place a hand on your lower back or briefly interwine your fingers with his to guide you through the mass of people.

It felt like you'd both unspokenly agreed on making each other feel comfortable enough to have a good time.

"I didn't think you were going to show up, to be honest." you suddenly say, taking a sip of your strawberry juice and thankful to finally let your feet rest for a while.

Jungkook looks at you, hot dog mid air and eyebrows almost disappearing into his hairline. "You didn't think I was going to show up? I didn't think you were going to show up." you simply shrug, lowering your gaze seepishly, the beginning of a smile on both your faces. He surprises you by tilting your head in his direction with his forefinger. You watch him watching you, a little dazed, a little lost in how his dark hair messily falls over his forehead and his equally dark eyes study your face, his thumb swiping over your lower lip. "You um... There was ketchup right there." he lies.

"Oh" you say, feeling your face heating up. "Thanks. Red doesn't really match this dress." you manage a smile and tuck a lock of your hair behind your ear.

At that, he eyes your dress for a moment, mouth slightly ajar. He's debating on whether or not to say something but you beat him to it.

"I'm sorry, by the way."

"For being late? I already told you it's fin-"

"No." you shake your head. "For... that time when we were young and I was such a concieted brat." you say, looking away , trying to find anything else that's not his pretty face. "I thought I was a queen bee back then. I was annoying and rude, specially to you. I..." you lick your lips. The cherry glittery gloss was already gone. "I thought it was cute, what you said. There was no reason for me to act like that. I know this doesn't make anything right but..." when you turn to face him again, there's still the same expression on his face. "I'm sorry."

A few seconds go by before it's him who's shaking his head. "It's okay. It was a long time ago, anyway." he smiles at you, although it doesn't reach his eyes and seems sorta forced. You sigh, and he takes your hand. "Let's go to the ferris wheel."

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tell you're tense. You're sitting right beside him in the ferris cabin, your back is all straight, you're facing forward and he believes you haven't blinked for what feels like an eternity. He thinks it has everything to do with your conversation a few minutes ago. You were probably not content with his response but what could Jungkook do? There was really no point in apologizing for something that happened years ago, but at the same time, he didn't want to hold anything against you like a resentful asshole because it was really not who he was. But there was still a little bit of stingyness inside of him and he didn't know how to make it go away.

At the end of the day, here you were, on a date with him that you'd asked for, getting along and asking questions about him and laughing at his jokes and trying to start all over again.

But then the ferris wheel starts moving, and he finally understands why you look so uncomfortable.

It's the way you immediately grip his forearm, nails digging in his skin and he swears he hears the smallest gasp forcing itself out your throat.

"Are you... scared?" he tentatively asks.

You say nothing for a while, not moving an inch. He would laugh if you didn't look so pained about it.

"I don't like small confined spaces nor rollercoasters." you finally say through gritted teeth.

"It's not really that small and ferris wheels are not rollercoasters. " your nails dig deeper and he winces. "Okay, okay. You don't like small confined spaces nor rollercoasters, and that includes ferris wheels. So why didn't you tell me?"

"I don't know. I've never liked ferris wheels but you seemed excited about it, so..."

There's a silence after that in the environment, neither of you exactly sure of what to say or how to act. Until Jungkook moves one of his hands hands until it's resting on the one who's holding onto him for dear life, fingers caressing yours. The warmth of his hand spreads through yours and although it's almost July and you can already feel your sweaty back staining your dress, it's oddly comforting. What's more comforting even, is him twisting his body towards you and talking with the calmest and most soothing tone you've ever heard.

"Look at me." you do instantly, unwillingly, and kinda wish you hadn't. It's almost as if your body will do anything he says without question. Like he has some sort of power over it to just react however he wants. His eyes bore into yours and suddenly the cab doesn't seem so suffocating. "It's just you and me right now. We're not even on a ferris wheel." the corners of his mouth turn slowly upwards. You zone out the environment, suddenly too aware of him and how close he is and how loud the beating of your heart is to your own ears.

"Jungkook."

You swallow the knot in the back of your throat when he removes his hand from yours. It almost makes you protest, - now realizing you've losened the tight grip on his arm- , before it craddles your face, keeping you in place while bringing his body closer.

"You have to stop saying my name like that."

With his thigh touching your thigh, your whole demeanor melts. When he leans closer, and you feel his breath fanning over your lips, your eyes shut closed.

"Tell me I can-" he starts to say.

"Yes." you finish for him. He doesn't doubt on closing the distance between you two. His lips touch yours and your body shakes in excitement. It's just him lightly skimming your lips with his but it's already too much and at the same time, not enough. It has you deepening it, yourself moving closer when he kisses you again. It has you relaxing against him, the tenseness prior disappearing and making you arch your back when his tongue asks for permission.

But it's exactly then, the moment you open your lips to him, that has you losing your mind.

The sparks fly, traveling from your head to your toes and then settling on the pit of your stomach as soon as the kiss starts to turn desperate and rough. When he nibbles your lips with his teeth, it makes you mewl and whine and your nipples tight against the cotton of your dress. It makes the metal barbell to feel uncomfortable, slightly painful. And when he goes back to being messy and filthy with his tongue tangled with yours, your thighs close on their own.

He forces himself to pull his hand back and bring it down, finding the parting of yd opening them for him. "Wait," you say, your fingers wrapping around his forearm as you try to catch your breath."The ferris-" he shuts you up with another kiss.

"We're not on a ferris wheel." he reminds you, a soft whisper against your mouth. And for whatever reason, you believe him.

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"He fingered you on the ferris wheel."

"Yes."

"And you came before the ride was over."

You take a small sip of wine, your eyes focusing on the TV where a rerun of the Golden Girls is playing, although, to be fair, lately you haven't been able to pay much attention to anything else but a certain brunet with doe eyes and kisseable lips. "Yes."

She hums, stealing a handful of popcorn from the bowl between your thighs.

"How long did it took? Like five minutes?"

There's a pause in which you clench your jaw, your fingers twitching around the glass in your hand, and then you answer. "Probably less."

There's another pause, and then-

"Ha...Ha ha...Ha ha ha-"

You let her laugh. It's okay. You knew you had it coming.

Chaelin knows the pillow you throw right at her face is also something she had coming.

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It's not that you're mad.

Jungkook and you had a great time on that fair date, he made you laugh, bought hot dogs and drinks for the two of you and got you off inside the cab of a ferris wheel on record time with those magical, long fingers of his. Technically, there shouldn't be anything to be angry about.

Except it's been a week and you can't stop thinking about him, about wanting more, and about those words that he left you with after the ferris wheel ride ended, when you had tried to return the favor.

'Next time, maybe.'

And there hasn't been a next time.

The thought of texting him or giving him a call to ask for another date is persistent in your mind. It remains while you do the laundry or wash the dishes, while you shower, while you eat or while you spend your days at the beach with Chaelin. There's always the incessant desire to reach out towards your phone, unlock it and dial his number to beg for more.

But you'd never been one to beg, so you resist the urge everytime that feeling starts to creep up on you and it washes over you like a wave. You silence your phone and try to concentrate on making the most out of your summer.

It's one random night, when you're tiredly dragging your feet across Chaelin's apartment's carpet, yawning and ready to succumb to a well needed slumber, that you see your phone screen's lighting up with a message.

Your heart pathetically leaps inside your chest when you read his name.

'you free on saturday?'

You wish you could say you ghosted him, ignored his text and moved on with your life until it was him who begged you for another date. But the truth is you opened it in a matter of seconds and typed 'i'm free, why?' back in a rush with trembling fingers.

So now you're on the passanger seat of his car while he sits on the driver seat, the first saturday night of July, like he's Danny Zuko and you're Sandy Olsson, watching a vintage movie in a drive-in theater which plot you don't give a shit about, even if Jungkook's date plan idea made something inside of you churn with adoration.

And the only reason why you don't give a single damn about the movie playing in front of your eyes, is because you're hot. Way too hot. And the reason and cause is none other than the boy-now-turned-man sitting on your left.

You barely exchanged words when he picked you up, just rode in silence until you got to your destination and you bet he can feel as well as you do the tension in the air.

You've surveyed him a few times from the corner of his eye, noticing him fiddling with the rings around his fingers and shifting in his seat from time to time. And if the sight of his fingers bring memories that you've tried to bury to keep yourself from lunching towards him, a brief glance at his forearms, adorned with ink drawn through his golden flesh -doing a poor job at concieling the veins running underneath- and his skin-tight jeans wrapping those muscled thighs of his is enough to have you be the one squirming in your seat.

A woman can only endure so much, and you come to that realization thirty minutes into the movie.

"I want to suck your cock." you say, a stern expression on your face as you turn your body in his direction.

Jungkook frozes as your voice slides over him. It takes him a couple seconds to look at you, shock widening his eyes and parting his lips.

"Huh?" he manages, his grip on the steering wheel turning his knuckles white.

Without separating your gaze from his, you gather your hair and tie it in a ponytail with the hair tie previously around your wrist. You don't miss the quick glance he sneaks into the curvature of your neck and the valley between your breasts.

Inching forward, closing in on him, you place one of your hands on top of his thigh, the action making his whole body tense. "____..." he whispers your name in a warning that doesn't sound convincing even in his own ears.

You smile, your eyes never wavering from his as your hand inches upwards, slowly caressing over the fabric of his jeans until you finally come across what you were looking for.

His hand flies to your wrist, stilling your movements. "____, this is not-". He starts, but his voice gets stuck inside his throat when you palm his undoubtly growing erection.

"Shh." your shaky breath fans over his cheek and you force yourself on your knees on the passanger seat in a more comortable possition to stop the trembling to reach them.

You fumble with the belt holding his pants in place, then with the button and finally with the zipper. He helps you by lifting his hips to pull his jeans and boxers to his thighs and you have to bite back a mixture between a gasp and a moan at the sight below you. You haven't even seen Jeon Jungkook naked all the way, but the mere sight of his hard cock with pre-cum glistening on his crown is probably the sexiest thing you've ever had the pleasure of appreciating.

It gets sexier when you wrap your hand around the base and his body melts in the driver seat, throwing his head back with his eyes shut. It gets even sexier when you finally lower your head, swirling your tongue over the head before finally engulfing him fully in the wet warmth of your mouth.

"Shit." his voice is tight, uneven as his hand loosely grips your ponytail, as if careful not to accidentally hurt you and break the glorious moment.

Although you wouldn't mind at all. Because the moment your hands are on him, and your tongue is on his shaft, that's the only thing you care about. Your belly is twisting, an undeniable wet spot on your panties as the fabric sticks to your folds, and the more you suck Jungkook, the more you want from him. His earthy taste is addicting and the soft little whimpers he occasionally can't prevent himself from are making you want to milk him until he can't take it no more. There's this desire within you to whorship him and his cock like you had been dreaming for the past weeks.

"This is s-so fucking h-hot." he rasps between ragged breaths, the bobbing of your head, sliding up and down his dick as your hand works the centimeters your mouth can't take is about to make him faint.

"Getting a blowjob?" you joke, your throat starting to feel sore as you kiss his leaking tip.

"N-no." he draws in a rough breath when you take him all of him again. "You giving me a blowjob... T-the f-fact that anyone c-could see us..." he darts a quick glance at your body, your ass up in the air and your dress sliding down, almost exposing you completely. "The fact that-ah! Shit..." he squeezes his eyes when he feels a glob of your spit lubricating him.

There's a sudden need to make you feel the same, to touch your skin and have you shaking the same way you have him. So one of his hands travels from your spine, to your perked ass, finally dragging the cotton of your dress to allow himself to see your thin white panties. "The fact that anyone could see you l-like this," he murmurs, regaining a little bit of control when he squeezes one of your cheeks. "letting t-them see you s-sucking my cock and..." he smirks when he feels you gasping around him, his fingers trapped between your thighs and pushing them inside your heat easily "and letting them see me fingering this pretty little pussy."

Soon after that he's cumming in your mouth while you're cumming around his fingers.

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At first, it's mostly on weekends when you see each other. Weekends of stolen kisses and soft sighs and whispering against each other's lips. Then weekends turn to week days, sitting on grass while sipping on refreshing beverages, drawing each other laughs, elbows touching as you walk around the park side by side because the both of you are too scared to interwine your fingers together.

Jungkook feels content like this: sitting on the sand with you between his thighs, admiring the sunset while nuzzing your neck and inhaling your scent every now. He likes waching you enoying your strawberry ice cream, almost forgetting the chocolate chip one already melting in his hand.

"If you were an ice cream flavor,which one would you be?" you ask him, relaxing against his chest.

"Rocky road."

"Why?"

He shrugs behind you. "Everyone likes rocky road."

You hum, playfully rolling your eyes. "What about me? Which ice cream flavor would I be?"

"Lemon sherbet, in the summer."

"Lemon sherbet? Out of all of the flavours out there, you're rocky road and I'm lemon sherbet?"

"Lemon sherbet, in the summer." he corrects.

"Okay, fine. Why?"

"You're boring and basic."

You gasp, trying to feign outrage but not being able to repress the laugh that escapes your throat. You elbow him, his laugh mixing with yours while taking the time to wrap his arms around your form, the breeze blowing your hair allowing him a spot between your neck and your shoulder. "You're boring and basic, but once you have a taste..." he presses a small kiss on your skin, causing the tiny hairs on the nape of your neck to rise. "Once you have a taste, specially on the hottest day in the middle of summer, you can't stop tasting and licking until there's no more lemon sherbet left."

You suck in on a breath when he craddles your jaw to face him. "It's been my favourite flavor since I was a kid." he kisses you immediately after, his lips swallowing the small whimper now stuck in your throat.

You close your eyes as his tongue opens your mouth, arousal blasting your insides and something much, much deeper that you fear to even name shredding your chest.

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The beginning of august comes faster then you two realize, but what you both do realize is how hard it's becoming to stay away from each other.

It's been thirty days of dates happening almost everyday, sharing high school memories and anecdotes of the time you spent away from each other. Hours of getting to know each other and opening up to each other. From failed relationships to new friendships. Of park dates walking side by side and fingers now interwined because you both realized one day that, fuck it.

It's difficult to sleep when you realize you're starting to catch serious feelings for somebody who was just supposed to be a fling. It's hard to sleep when his face, his voice and his touch and thoughts of missing him when you don't see each other start haunting you at night.

It's hard for Jungkook to focus on work when you're everything that's occupying his mind. Because he has a hundred sketches to make but he's too busy thinking about the hundred different sketches he would make of you.

It's hard not to send him a goodnight text, just like it's hard for him not to reply in a matter of seconds, almost as if he was already waiting to recieve it.

Jungkook thinks of you at night. Of how pretty and absolutely perfect you are for him. Of the taste of your lips, the way your hair feels between his fingers, or the flush on your cheeks when he makes you cum as droplets of sweat accumulate between your breasts. He thinks about your voice. He also thinks about the amount of hours left to be able to listen to it again.

But mostly he thinks about how ridiculous this situation is. Because he was stupidly crushing on you when you were only teenagers, daydreaming about a chance with you. And now his crush is long gone and he's starting to realize that he's falling, and falling fast.

You, too, think of Jungkook at night. Of his ability to bring a smile out of you, to soothe you with just a few words and filling your belly excitement, happiness and feelings you're sure you've never felt before.

Jungkook's managed to imprint himself in your dreams, and you, in his.

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Getting drunk with Jungkook is fun and messy.

It's fun because he lets loose, he stutters a lot like he used to do when he was a teenager and he makes you laugh louder than ever before. It's messy because he has no control over his hands as they explore your body, clumsily taking your clothes off as his mouth laps at the breast he's allowed to touch.

He's more forceful and dominating too, pinning your hands above your head, and commanding you to keep them right there, on the pillows of his bed. When you rebel against it, your fingers finding the hard planes of his chest, he pulls away from you and places them back where he left them. "Don't make me tie you up." he threatens, and your body shudders beneath him.

He sucks, and bites and leaves marks all over your skin, grunting in response to your moans. Creating a path of kisses from your lips to your stomach, his shoulders separating your knees, opening you up only for him. And thankfully, when you reach down to tug at the strands of hair framing his face, he lets you, because he knows you need something to hold on to the moment his tongue eats you up. He leaves his fingertrips on your thighs as he keeps you in place, not allowing you to runaway. Just forcing you to take it as he takes from you.

And when you cum, he doesn't back away. He keeps sucking, and licking and punishing you with his mouth until you're cumming over and ove again, screaming and begging for his cock.

Having Jungkook over you, both completely naked, skin to skin and only sweat in between is more than you could've ever fantazised about. He slurls your name when he puts the condom on. He would do anything to feel you raw, but he also knows he wouldn't be able to last a minute. The sight of you spread open, with your cheeks darkened by a crimson blush and your hair tangled all over his pillow is a picture he wants to keep forever.

He enters you when you call his name, your voice dripping with need. He stretches your warm and wet felsh, slowly easing himself into you at first, until he's fully inside and your bodies are completely in union. A shiver runs down Jungkook's spine when he looks at your contorted face in pleasure, your lips forming an 'O' and your pussy clenching around him.

"Oh, my God." you moan into the dark of Jungkook's room, and even then, he can clearly appreciate every curve of your body lifting off the mattress to connect with his. He lowers himself on his elbows on either side of your head, caging you in and capturing your mouth with his.

"I know, baby." he murmurs. It's hot, in the middle of August but suddenly Jungkook doesn't hate summer as much as he used to. Not with you sharing the heat with him. "It's way beyond what I could ever imagine." You nod hurriedly against his lips, your arms finding their way around his neck as he starts rocking in and out of you.

"It's too good." you cry, when he hits a particular spot that has you rolling your eyes in bliss and gripping his waist tighter with your legs against you. Your fingers thread through his hair, not bothered by the beads of sweat gathered on the nape of his neck.

"Too good..." he agrees, not missing the shiver that's shaking your own frame when he picks up his speed. "You have no idea what I would do t-to fucking feel you with n-no barriers between us," his movements become frantic as his hips slap against yours, his jaw clenched as he keeps talking, "to s-stuff you full of my c-cum over and over again until it won't stop d-dripping."

Jungkook's voice against your ear has you trembling and your orgasm nearing closer, your nails scratching down his back as his thrusts overpower your form. "Would you like that?" he asks with his voice strangled.

"Y-yes. Anything y-you want."

"You'd take all of my cum like a good cum-slut?"

You hate the fact that that's what makes you come undone. The twisting and knotting in the pit of your stomach finally snapping until you're holding on to him like you never want to let him go and he's following soon after.

Because if Guk, Gukkie, Jengukkie was not only able to make you come in less than a few minutes with his fingers or his tongue, but he was also able to make you cum instantly just by calling you a good cum-slut, that means you're fucked. Like, really, really fucked.

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There's a knot in Jungkook's stomach and a suffocating grip around his vocal chords as he caresses your skin. The sun is rising in the distance with the first rays of light entering his room through the window. Your shamphoo is intoxicating him, numbing him and enticing him to bury his nose in the tangled curls pressing against his chest. Your arm is thrown across his stomach, your breathing leavig goosebumps all over his body.

"It's too early. Go back to sleep." you mumble against his heart. He wonders if you can feel it dangerously speeding up.

"I can't." he says, voice struggling to stay balanced. "I have to tell you something."

You hum in response, sleep still interwined with your body, your arm tightening around him. You sigh in content, expecting him to elaborate.

He wets his suddenly dry lips. "I don't want this to end. In fact, ____.... I want more. Need more."

"Jungkook..." your whole body goes rigid right away, untanglling your bodies from each other and sitting up on the mattress.

"No, listen to me." he mimicks your movements, rapidly grabbing your hands to make you look at him. His eyes are expressive, a mixture of fear and hope swirling in his dark irises. "I wake up everyday, and you're the first thing I think of. I go on about my day, and I keep thinking about you, wondering what you're doing and counting down the hours until I get to see you again. I spend every night dreaming about you, and when we'e together, the only thing I can think about is how I wish I could stop time so I don't have to say bye to you the next morning. ____, I-"

"Jungkook, stop please." you shake your head, pushing away from him and in desperate need of air. You press a hand against your chest, beating back the throb of pain while the other curls in a tight fist, the feeling of your fingernails digging into your palm less painful than the ache inside your heart. "This... This wasn't supossed to happen, Jungkook." you start pacing around the room, as if trying to find an exit while avoiding his gaze. "This was just a summer fling. That's all it was, I'm supposed to come back to the city in two weeks and-"

"A summer fling?" a sardonic sneer comes out of him. "Oh my God, I can't believe this is happening again..." he mumbles to himself before rising from the bed. You stop immediately, a shiver quaking through you as his impressive frame intimidates His eyebrows are drawn together and his dark eyes are void of any prior emotion. "You're going back to the city in two weeks? And you didn't care to tell me until now, after I just spilled my guts to you?"

You eyes fill up with uncomfortable tears, reaching one arm towards him. "Jung-"

He flinches, taking one step back. "A summer fling is all I mean to you?"

"Ju- "

"Look me in the eyes, right now, and tell me that's all I mean to you. A summer fling." panic crawls up your throat. There's the need within you to confirm, to stare into his beautiful and stern eyes and tell him that, yes, that's all he is to you. But you've never been a good liar. So nothing comes out. You opt for wrapping your ams around yourself wishing they were his and lowering your eyes to the ground. "I think... I think you should leave."

Those are the last words he says to you, and the last thing you see when you turn around one more time after gathering your clothes, is his back as he looks out the window.

You allow yourself to cry the exact moment you step into Chaelin's apartment. Your friend is sitting on the couch, bowl of cereal in hand and a fresh cup of coffee sitting on the livingroom's table.

"Hey, you're early tod- Baby, what's wrong?"

"Please, don't laugh."

That morning, you lay down for hours on the couch with your head on Chaelin's lap while she softly brushes your hair as you cry, hiccup, fight through the pain in your heart and relate to her as best as you can the latest events.

She doesn't laugh at all.

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"She'll come back." Mijoo's slurred words do nothing to put Jungkook's state at ease that night. He simply shrugs, fingers clenching at his sides, frowing into his drink before gulping down the bitter taste of vodka in one shot. "Seriously, I think she's just afraid. My ex was the same."

"Comparing her to your ex is not the analogy you think it is."

"Ugh, shut up. Things didn't work with my ex because she was a bitch." Jungkook gives Mijoo a pointed look which she responds to by rolling her eyes and sipping on her rum coke. "Your girl is not a bitch. She used to be a bitch. What she did this morning was bitchy, but, like I said, she's just being a pussy. If she only wanted sex with you, she wouldn't have been doing couple stuff with you the entire summer."

"Whatever. I don't care." he lies and Mijoo knows he's lying but decides to drop the subject fo now.

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"We can't keep spending our days smoking weed." Chaelin speaks over Blanche's voice on the TV.

"I know. I'm just sad."

"You have to come back and tell him how you feel."

"I know."

There's a beat of silence before your friend kicks your thigh with her feet.

"I know and I will." you mumble through red eyes and smoke clouds.

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It's September first and it doesn't feel like Jungkook's birthday at all. He's been trying to focus on his work, alternating between isolating in full hermit mode and hanging out with friends to drink away his sorrow. The days have gone by and before he could realize it, he woke up today with over twenty text messages wishing him a happy day and a throbbing hangover.

He dresses up on autopilot. First a cotton shirt, then a pair of jeans and lastly, his Nike's. He doesn't bother tying his sneakers just like he doesn't bother taking a shower. He smokes a cigarette for breakfast, the death stick making him feel nauseaus on an empty stomach. And then he goes to work.

He's been repeating the same routing for the past weeks and he's not thinking of changing it, not even on his bithday.

He spends hours drawing, tattooing and drawing some more between yawns. He ignores texts an phone calls and simply waits until the day is over to go home, go to bed and forget about the fact that you're probably on your way to the city and that he hasn't crossed your mind not even once.

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Inkphoria.

You've been standing outside the shop re-reading the word for fifteen minutes, although it definitely feels like it has been longer. You're gripping cup of ice cream as it melts down your fingers the more you wait. The shop is already empty and it's starting to darken out side, and still you're so hot. Your shorts are heavy and your tank top is sticking to your skin. You didn't even bother to put on any make, although your eyebags definitely needed some concieling and your lashes some dimension to hide the fact that you'd been crying for the last few days.

'You're crazy about him.'

Chaelin's voice echoes inside your head.

You've lost count of how many times your best friend has given your advice, or simply encouraged you to do something you've been too scared to try.

'And he's cazy about you too.'

Chaelin might be wrong about marmite and the movie Cats, but she's definitely now wrong about anything regarding your and Jungkook.

That's it. You briefly close your eyes, inhale a deep breath then release it slowly. You start walking. It doesn't take longer than three strides and you're pushing the door open.

The tattoed blonde looks up from the counter the second you come into view. She smiles at the distance between you two. "You can come closer. I won't bite."

You clear your throat, stalking closer to her. "Is he-"

"He's in the back." she replies before you can finish you question. You close your mouth, clear your throat and nod your head.

"Thanks, Mijoo." she gives you a small wink, her smile easing your nerves like she had three months ago.

She watches you disappear. She shakes he head, her smile meeting her eyes. "I told him so."

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Jungkook ignores the knock on his door at first. It's almost ten and the parlor is about to close. He just has to finish this last fucking sketch so he can grab his shit and go the fuck ho-

Knock knock.

He growls, exhasperation cursing through him. He runs a hand through his messy pile of hair, his rings tangling between the strands, making him wince in pain. "Come in." he grunts under his breath. The door opens. "Mijoo, I really have to finish-"

He stops dead in his tracks as soon as he sees you.

"Hey." you say after a moment of hesitation.

"Hey." he replies and although there's something inside, deep in his chest, shouting at him to stand up, run up to you and kiss your face while he tells you how beautiful you look right now and how happy he is to see that you're still here, he decides against it. "Listen, ____, I'm pretty busy-"

"No, you listen to me." you cut him off abruptly. He looks taken aback and is already opening his mouth to say something, but you're not having it. "Please, just... Let me talk."

Silence looms between the two of you for a while, a staring contest defying each other to back down. When you take one step inside and close the door behind you, he sighs and leans back against his chair.

You move towards him slowly, your lip caught between your lip going through your mind for the speech you'd been preparing the last few days. Your hands are sticky due to the the sugary treat liquifying in your hand. "I know there's no reason you should give me another chance after rejecting you in high school, and there's definitely no reason why you should forgive me for the way I shut you out a few weeks ago. You've been confessing your feelings to me since we were teenagers, and now it's my turn to tell you exactly how I feel about you."

"Jungkook, the truth is... I like you so much. I like you more than I've ever liked anyone. Ever. I said this was just a summer fling, and I was lying. I was lying because there's no way a simple summer fling could make me feel the way you do. There's no way a simple summer fling could make me want not just summer with you, but also fall and winter, and spring and every summer that comes next."

You hadn't realize when your eyes filling up with tears until the sight of him starts blurrying in front of you. His fingers reach yours, his thumb comforting on your skin. "____, it's okay-"

"I'm not done yet." you sniffle, gathering enough courage to continue. "I brought you a lemon sherbet because you said it was your favourite. But you also implied I was your favourite, and I want to keep being you favourite, but now it's already melted and-"

The corners of Jungkook's lips start pulling upward as he tugs you towards him, his heart loudly jumping inside his chest. "Shhh, come here."

He takes the ice cream from your hand and places it on his desk. Then he's helping you onto his lap, your head tucked under his chin and your arms wapping on their own around his neck.

He doesn't care about your sticky fingers or the wet stains of your tears in his shirt. The only thing he cares about is the fact that you're right there, letting him engulf your frame and drown in the scent and warmth he'd misses so much.

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The first day of June has Jungkook sweating and wishing for a haircut. Jungkook usually hates summer. He hates the fact that he has to shower at least twice a day, and the fact that the heat is almost unbearable to sleep in and also the fact that he's easily sunburnt.

This year, however, Jungkook likes summer a little bit more.

"Excuse me, miss. Do you have an appointment?" it's the fact that you're starting to wear those summer dresses he loves so much, and the fact that your skin glows under the sun like glitter, and also the fact that he can lick ice cream off of it whenever he desires.

"I am the appointment." your giggle is almost childlike, playing with Jungkook's heart strings. You shut the door behind you, nearing him. You also seem to always have that flush on your cheeks. Although he likes to think part of it is due to him. He doesn't say anything else as he puts his pencil down and instead turns around in the chair to have you immediately on top of his thighs.

Yeah, he also likes the path your lips trace from his cheek, to his jaw, ending at the juncture between his neck and his shoulder. It still makes his body quaver to this day.

"Let me see." he murmurs against you forhear, his hand already working on unbottoning the front of your dress.

"Mijoo hasn't left yet." you whisper back, your smile impossible to supress and the faint whimper impossible to hide when his fingers expose your breast and tug at the titanium barbell adorning the already hardened nub.

Jungkook loves knowing he was the one to do that, and also the only one to play with it. He doesn't hesitate when he dips his head. "As if we'd ever cared about that." he adds, wrapping your sole point in his mouth.

He fucks you on his studio table with your legs around his waist and his tongue playing with both your breasts, the tattoo sketches long forgotten, scattered on the floor as he whispers against your flesh something that sounds a lot like 'I love you'.

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(I will only be doing sfw)

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↷ He knows how to dance and sing

↷ Can and will steal food from you and run away after

↷ a HUGE simp for you

↷ Calls you nicknames like "amor", "Cariño", and "mamas"

↷ first date was on a small hill at night with food (ofc)

↷ pulls a lot of harmless pranks on you

↷ After every fight (small or big) he apologizes first

↷ Dolores of always the third wheel in your relationship

↷ if he gets caught doing something like eating at 2am, he'll just say whatever word comes to mind and runs

↷ Like he'd semi-scream "material girl" if that the first word that come to mind before he runs away

↷ Sometimes comes home with stickers and marker everywhere on him bc of the kids he babysits

↷ Clingy as hell

↷ Cutely awkward through the entire relationship

↷ If he sees you upset he'll comfort you, until HE thinks you're ok

↷ Everyone is the Familia loves you, even if it took Alma a while to get use to you, she eventually did

↷ You two probably met through Mirabel or Dolores

↷ Blasts "Hot N Cold", "El Beeper" amd "Material Gurl" every night, but stops the music when he realizes it's raining (aka his moms awake and not happy)

↷ Will hold up a speaker, while it's playing mexican love songs, at night to you room after a fight or just whenever

↷ You have to remind him to be his chaotic self

↷ When he sleeps he takes up the whole bed, so if your sleeping with him, your gonna have to be on him, unless you wanna be on the floor in the morning

↷ from across the room, you would be like 💅 and he'd do the 💅 back

↷ Let's you do his makeup

↷ playfully flirts with you and sometimes does the fuck boy face after

↷ Likes to cuddle you

↷ If you know how to draw, sing, dance, sew, etc he'll ask you to teach him

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Might be short bc I ran out of ideas

And merry christler 🤙