#thinking about how when i was small and clank was my favorite. but i love both of them now

[kenananamin]

Tie my tie, marry me

Summary: The moment Nanami knew he never wanted to tie his tie by himself ever again and wanted to spend the rest of his life by your side. fluffy, nanami x fem!reader, nanami already loves everything you do but something about tying his tie was so intimate and special to him

It had been a year since Nanami officially asked you to be his girlfriend, but you had just started staying over during the weekdays. If either of you would stay at each other's houses, it would only be during the weekends when you both knew the next day could be dedicated to each other. Only recently had that unspoken rule changed.

You had both gone to the mall to shop for your new professional wardrobe and Nanami asked if he could buy a few extra things for you to keep at his house. You both knew what that implied and told him he could buy it, only if you could buy some stuff for him to keep at your house. You had both never been happier to spend more time and money at a crowded mall.

Nanami woke up a bit later for work than usual because of a power outage that turned off his alarm clock and did not charge his phone. You went into work after he did so you make his coffee and pack his lunch while he took a quick shower. You run into the bathroom to let him know he had less than 15 more minutes.

He steps out of the shower and grabs his razor to shave. You reach for the hairdryer he bought for you to keep at his house and start to dry his hair as he quickly shaves. You run out and start to rummage through his closet to set his clothes on the bed. Nanami finishes shaving and follows you out to get dressed.

"Shirt first, hurry," you take the shirt off the hanger and throw it to him.

Nanami begins to button the shirt when you get in front of him and start pulling his collar up and putting his tie around his neck. He looks at you with a questioning look and you quickly explain, "My dad taught me how to tie a tie. Never thought it'd come in handy since I never knew anyone who regularly wore a tie before you." You laugh at the memory but continue what you were doing to avoid making your boyfriend late.

Nanami however... his fingers stop buttoning his shirt. He looks at you, concentration and rush covering your features, but your fingers gently grazed his skin as you looped his tie. She's the first person to ever tie it for me, Nanami thinks. He had to learn how to do it from a video and was later corrected by some older male coworkers who showed him with their own ties.

The events of that morning finally dawn on him. You jumped out of bed right after you felt him jump out and started rushing around the apartment with him. He hadn't even mentioned that he was late, but you opened your eyes and knew what to do. He could smell the coffee from the room and heard the clanking of the leftover containers being opened and slid across counters from the shower. You dried his hair knowing that his route to work was not long enough to let it dry itself, and you took out exactly what he would have worn that day while he shaved. And now... there you stood before him, helping him tie his tie so his hands could do other things.

It seemed so... small. It was so small, so truly insignificant in the scale of life, something that could not hold weight in the world or change anything in the universe. But it changed his life, it was his favorite view in the world, and it would become his universe.

You look up at him and see him staring... and his hands not moving?! You move his hands away from the buttons and rush to finish buttoning it down. He takes your face in his hands and leans down to kiss you slowly. So very slow and soft. It stops you completely and you wrap your arms around his waist, relishing in the smell of his aftershave and body wash. Nanami deepens the kiss and moves an arm around your waist to pull you in closer. As much as you love when he pulls you in, the movement pulls you out of the kiss trance.

"Oh my god, Kento, hurry!! You're late, you're late!"

You step back and shove his pants into his arms. You tell him to hurry and that you'd grab his shoes to put by the door. You start yelling across the apartment that it would rain the entire afternoon and he needed to take the umbrella.

Nanami listens as you rustle through the closet looking for the umbrella and the light thud of what might have been his lunch bag and coffee thermal on the entryway table. He walks out the room putting on his suit jacket and sees you lightly jumping while telling him to hurry with his shoes.

Nanami leans down to tie his shoes but pauses after he's done. He goes to touch your bare leg since you hadn't even gotten dressed after waking up. You only wore his large shirt and underwear. He kneels and carefully lifts one leg to kiss your knee. He looks up from his kneeling position and says, "Thank you for helping. You really didn't have to."

His loving eyes close slightly while you lean down to give him one kiss as your response. "You're late," you whisper against his lips.

Nanami stands and takes his things while waving bye to you and your bed head. He heads out the door and begins a light jog to catch his regular train.

Yeap, she's the one, Nanami thinks.

Nanami spent his lunch break at the jewelry shop looking at rings that would look beautiful on your finger. There were so many engagement rings that would look gorgeous on you, but one caught his eye as he imagined that ring slightly moving on your finger as you tied his tie.

"I like that one. Do you have a size (your ring size) in stock?"

Nanami buys the ring at that moment and texts you to ask if he could come over to your house after work. He does not plan to propose on a regular Tuesday evening with no special plans, but he wants to hug you, smell your lovely perfume, take you some flowers, and give you a special thanks for helping him. And maybe, maaaayybe (most likely), stay over at your house to help him with his tie again the next morning.

[nkogneatho]

𝐉𝐉𝐊 𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐀𝐒 𝐃𝐀𝐃𝐒 (𝑭𝑨𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑹'𝑺 𝑫𝑨𝒀 𝑺𝑷𝑪𝑳)

—cw: fem!reader, diabetes worth fluff, soft and protective dads, megumi, tsumiki as yours and toji's kids, mention of childhood trauma in geto's, dad jokes, not proofread

—a/n: I hope you shed a tear and laugh out loud. Don't let this flop. I actually wrote all of these from my personal emotions and experiences :)) Reblogs appreciated.

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˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗ TELL ME WHO WAS YOUR FAVORITE DAD!!! ༊*·˚

𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 .ೃ࿐

All these jjk women clowning gojo makes me think his daughter roasts him at every chance she gets. It's not even on purpose. It's just wise words out of a child's mouth.

"Hana-chan~" he calls her in a sugar laced tone. "How do I look in this?" Satoru pointed towards the awful shirt he was wearing. The outfit was all over the place. It was so bad that even your five year old could tell it.

"Papa's good at fighting, not fashion." His jaw immediately dropped and he could hear you trying to control your laugh.

He knelt so he could be a little more "Hana-chan, don't be mean to papa. It's making me cry."

"She's not being mean, baby. Just telling the truth. I'll divorce you if you wear that one more time," you stated, walking towards both of them.

"Oh yeah," he picks the five year old in his embrace, "I'd fight your lawyer. Daddy's the strongest. Right, hana-chan?"

"But you lost the argument to mama las' night." It was amazing how she can sounds so sweet while ripping your husband apart. You finally laughed out loud because you just couldn't control it.

You would expect Toru to put up an argument at times like this but he just giggles, and squeezes you both in a tight hug.

Yeah. He might be the strongest, but he'd always loose to his two girls.

𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈 .ೃ࿐

Your four year old and seven year old were determined to surprise their daddy for father's day. Toji never credits himself. He does so much, but expects nothing back. The thought of "what my kids might gift me for father's day" doesn't even strike his mind. He goes out and sees all the decorations on the stores with big glittered alphabets spelling "happy father's day" that's how he comes to know about it. Yet, the man wouldn't expect anything. He knows you three love him. He just doesn't want anything in return. His love doesn't come at a price for you all to pay. So when he came home to utensils clanking to the ground, he was worried.

"Oné-san, no. That's not how I wanted yout two write," megumi complained.

"Megumi, I am older. I know what to do." They both were trying to dominate each other on what to write on the cake. When they heard Toji's footsteps, the little boy pushed you towards the kitchen entrance.

"Mama, don't let papa come in now." You were laughing as you get kicked out of your own kitchen.

"Hey, sweetheart. I heard some noise. 's everything alright?" Toji gave you a quick peck after the question.

"Oh? Oh that yeah! Everything's fine. I just dropped the pan."

"Are ya hurt?" His eyes look completely concerned.

"Uh hun, I am fi—" before you could complete the sentence, your two cute munchkins came squealing, holding the little cake with small hands.

You moved your figure out of the way so your man can see what his kids made for him.

"Happy father's day, papa." They both wished him with a hearty smile. Toji was surprised. His heart suddenly warmed up to the feeling of the view in front of him. His two babies with flour patches on their tees, tsumiki's messy bun and megumi with cream near his lips, confirming he must've snuck in a taste when his sister was looking away. He wanted to cry.

You looked down and noticed there was a spelling mistake with the word "world" on the cake which was supposed to spell "to best daddy in the world"

"Gumi, Tsumiki, there's a mis—" Toji looked at you and shaked his head, speaking with his looks, telling you to not say it. He did notice it, but he didn't care about the mistake. All he wanted now was to gobble down the cake that his babies made. He pat them both on the head, ruffling their hair. "Thank you, little bears. Lesgo' enjoy this and then papa will take you and mama to the game world you like."

With the way he is looking at them, you're sure he'd eat that cake even if it was poison.

𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔 .ೃ࿐

Geto didn't think he'll ever have kids, but when he was gifted with twin girls, he claims he is the luckiest person alive ever since.

He loves spoiling his little girls. He takes them shopping, pampers them all the time, helps them learn their nursery rhymes. If they ever were to grow up being too bratty, you are prepared to blame him because he never scolds them. He would dare not to. But that is the thing about kids. You don't yell at them. You don't have to be so harsh. You just have to ease it in and make them understand how their wrongdoings can affect others, hurt others as well as themselves.

Something always triggered inside you when you saw him being soft with Rumi and Arohi. You wished you were treated that way in your childhood. You only thought about them being bratty if not yelled, because that's what your childhood was like.

You were working on some documents, when you heard the door unlocking. Rumi and Arohi walked in with their pink bunny bags on their back.

"Mama, we're home!!" they squealed and ran into your arms, as you quickly set the files aside.

"Aww, seems like you had fun without mama. Where's your dad?"

"There." They pointed at the 3 foot box with legs on the door.

"AH! OH MY GOD. Who are you? How did you get in?" Your mother instincts hid the girls behind your back, as you tried to find something to hit the man with.

"Y/N, NO. IT'S ME," the box monster yelled. He moved his head revealing his fox eyes and you could recognize him.

"Suguru? Oh dear."

"A little help please," his voice felt struggled. You quickly sprinted towards the door, and helped him trying to get the box on the floor only two reaveal all the bags he had behind him.

"Did you guys buy the whole store? And what's this? A lego set?"

"That's for you, mama," Rumi stated.

"Yes mama, we got it for you. The biggest one in the store," said Arohi, running towards her shopping bag filled with toys.

"Suguru, for me? Why?"

"Darling. I always see you doing so much for us," his palms now cupped your cheek. "It broke my heart when you told me that story when you wanted the lego set but the responsibile daughter in you felt you did nothing to achieve it so why ask for it. Well here you go."

"I still don't understand," you shaked your head.

"Y/n. It's okay to spoil yourself. You don't always have to work hard to give yourself a little love. These things that you wanted were always yours even if all you did was try." Tears started streaming down your eyes. You felt the seven year old girl in you finally smile.

"Rumi-chan. Arohi-chan. Let's play with mama's gift." All three started sabotaging the tapes and lables in the big blue box.

You felt happy to have this family. You know why he's a great father? Because Suguru doesn't care for two kids. He spoils three. Your daughters, and that little girl in you who wished to have all that you do today.

𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎 .ೃ࿐

A man like nanami will always be a great father. No doubt. But here's one thing you probably don't know about Nanami Kento.

He's a full time salaryman, and part time comedian. Well...probably the worst one because his dad jokes are awful. You wanna know how it started in the first place, right? So it was when you were feeding the two year old the baby food, that you suddenly heard your phone ringing. Kento quicky replaced your place and took over the feeding as you walked towards the hall.

"Aww look at you. Aren't you the cutest baby in the world?" He took the spoon off the alligator cartooned bowl and extended it near her mouth. "Do you want to hear daddy's joke?"

Three mintues later you walked in two the sound of your little girl giggling and laughing. She's never laughed so loud.

"Oh my god. She's laughing."

"Yes. I made her laugh, beloved." Kento looked so happy with the biggest smile.

"Really? What did you do?"

"I said a joke." You luaghed too soon. Was that line a joke because Nanami Kento being comical? No. Impossible.

"I am sorry, baby. It's not true, right?"

"It is. You wanna see? Okay here we go." He moved his head back to harumi. "Harumi, do you know what do you call an alligator in a vest?" Your eyes were hooked on to them.

"An investigator." You couldn't believe your eyes nor your ears. She was really laughing. You chuckled too. Harumi must really loved his dad. Either that, or she has a poor sense of humor like the blonde in front of her.

Since then, Kento always collects dad jokes like pokemons and records her giggling.

𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀 .ೃ࿐

Trust me or not, Sukuna is a great father. I'll tell you why. You don't see his protectiveness? Yeah he doesn't show much care on the surface, but you don't spot how he is always lurking behind you to whoop anyone's ass who tries to hurt his loved ones?

That's how Sukuna is even as a father. He wants his kids to stand up for themselves, but he'd always be having their back. To hold them and catch them if they trip.

"Oh they sure do grow up fast. You blink and they're already in college, y/n," your neighbor laughed with you. It was Akio's fifth birthday party.

"Everything looks great, but... " she scanned around, "don't you think pink theme is too girly for a boy? Especially the flower tiara on Akio's head.

You were irritated. How dare she say that? Unfortunately for her, Sukuna heard it and quickly walked to you. He kneeled to place the sanrio stickers on Akio's cheeks.

"Yeah so?" Your husband questioned the woman. "Who said pink is for just girls? And even if it was, there wouldn't be anything wrong with Akio liking it." The silence followed made it clear she didn't expect the clapback.

"Plus the tiara makes him look the cutest. Maybe you should try one. It's on the counter. You can surely use..." he eyed her head to toe"...some glow up.

She immediately rushed out of the door with her son and not apparently the counter. You three burst out laughing.

"Ugly Bitch telling my son what he should like."

"KUNA!" you slapped his back for swearing in front of your child.

"What?! Hey, if Akio ever wanted to call her that, I will galdy let it slide. In fact, I'll support him."

He might act like an immature kid sometime, but you know you had kids with the right person when he makes sure his children are raised in healthy environment.

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[tripthelightfandomtastic]

not exactly wild for this wednesday; but i love how jake always looks sleepy.

imagine him coming home later than usual from the studio, especially grumpy considering he also didn’t get much sleep last night (oh so dreaded night owl tendencies, and a constantly musical brain). he sighs and takes off his shoes and coat the second he comes through the door, the air smelling of his favorite warm meal of yours. and when you meet him at the kitchen door with a small smile and open arms, he practically melts on you, humming and hiding his face into your neck.

“long day, sweet boy?” you’d mutter, and he’d sigh (both tired, and absolutely smitten for you)

“would you visit me in jail if i committed just a little bit of manslaughter?” he mumbles, but can’t help the small smile that grows on his face at your giggle

“maybe, i think you’d look hot with some jail tattoos” you run a hand through his hair to push it off his face, while the other one holds his cheek sweetly. jake closes his eyes with an almost purr. “will some casserole and a glass of wine keep your murderous tendencies at bay?”

he smiles, and nods with a yawn. you run your thumbs lightly over the dark bags under his eyes and kiss the tip of his nose. “take a seat, our glasses are already poured. ill fix our plates”

you set his plate in front of him, with warm bread next to it “hopefully its good enough to at least save danny from you. you know i love my daniel” he chuckles into his glass and squeezes your bum lovingly

“you know damn well danny wasn’t the problem” he grumbles. “i’ll become the problem if i have to listen sam and josh bitch at each other over a 5 word sentence again”

you smile into your glass and squeeze his arm, tracing the scar on it lovingly. “im sorry that it wasn’t a productive day, love”

it was fine, really. jake knew that he was just too tired, he probably would’ve bitched about a sentence too if he had the energy.

a warm full belly and a fuzzy wine feeling are enough to make jake’s eyes drop apparently, as he startled awake at the movement of your chair and the clanking of plates. he streches and shakes his head “no, no, let me” a yawn interrupts him “you made dinner, ill do the dishes”

you chuckle, and settle the plates in the sink. “id like you to not fall asleep on the sink and drown, thank you very much” you kiss his cheek, and smile at the soft blush that his face always betrays him with when you baby him, and pull on his arm “you and i are going to bed, after brushing our teeth and doing our skincare, of course. unfortunately we don’t stay this youthful and pretty on wine and casserole”

jake could have a hundred bad days, but in one night, you could wash them all away.

WHEN IS IT MY TURN!??!

[dr-xanders-diary]

Our beginning.. Loving you..2

Heavy breathing, panting, and groaning; small droplets of sweat, dripping down my temples, down my shoulders and chest. As the red light above the exit is gleaming onto my body, contouring every drop of sweat as it trails down my chest, and contours every curve of muscle. The thick smell of blood, oil, and the salty scent of sweat, all wafting through the hot humid air, as the fans above circulate it. The low humming sound of droning from the fans cutting through the quiet of the hot summer night. My eyes half lidded as I gaze down, brows furrowed in frustration, head lightly tilted to the side as my lips part with every panting breath. Step by step, slowly making my way ever so closer. "How very dare you". Chest heaving with every breath in exhaustion as I grip tighter onto a rusty metal crowbar in my right hand, letting it scrape against the concrete beneath me, only to swing it up over my shoulder. The crowbars weight feels heavy in my hand, I'm tired, it's been hours.. this game of cat and mouse.. "It's time to finish this.." My hair is parted in the middle as my bangs loom over my eyes, my gaze filled with hate, disgust, and rage.

I am so sick of this. All of this. It's taking too long.

Finally, there he is hiding behind the giant metal racks in the warehouse. I take slow quiet steps, closer and closer, lifting the crowbar just above my head, as he begins to slowly turn to look in my direction; he had felt my presence. Gripping tightly onto the crowbar with both hands now and-, swing. C-CRACK. Blood splattered onto my face; We had made almost made eye contact, that-, that would have been thrilling. I have discovered new, darker things lurk within me, that have been awaked, for a lack of better words. But I hope this wont scare you.

His body slumped down to the floor with a thud, his head and the crowbar hitting the ground last, the thud of his skull and metal clank against the concrete. Slowly, blood begins to pool from his shattered cranium, I gaze down at his now lifeless body, his eyes filled with a twisted fear, now glazing over as the life leaves his eyes. "Found you.." My words come out almost cold, and distant. He put up a good fight, a great fight even, but that's not what I am here for. I'm here because he tried to steal you, my darling. And he almost succeeded. I can't have that. I cannot lose you. I love you too much for that. You are mine. As I am yours.

Plus, I am in too deep now. There is no going back.

I reach down and grip the crowbar that's nestled into the mans skull, and begin to pull it from his head, a bit difficult. I press my boot to his face applying pressure, finally pull the metal from his cranium, a sloshing sound accompanied with a gush of blood ,as I pull away the crowbar.

..I think.. I can see his brain.

I need to get rid of traces of me.. luckily there are no cameras at this oil warehouse. So the only things are my belongings, and my DNA. Perfect. I can leave this guy here or-.

No, this is no time to get sloppy now.

I clean up the site, and as much of his blood as I can, and dispose of his body. Nobody will ever know we were, here. No one.. except me, and him, but he's never going to tell, he's great like that-, well at least now he is.

I make my way back, my way back to you..

When I get to my apartment I clean up, take a shower and linger there; standing under the almost cool water hitting my body, and washing off the blood and sweat. God, what a long evening, and even longer night. When I step out of the shower I wrap a towel around my waist and go to my kitchen to get myself a glass of water.

I can't wait to see you again. When you come home, from your trip. I can't wait to listen to you talk about how you had so much fun seeing the sights, how you and Stacy ate at that restaurant that will be your new favorite from now on when you travel over seas. How you talked about what type of ring you'd want if you got married, how you hope you'll get married soon.

Yes, I know every single detail of your trip, but that doesn't mean I don't want to listen to you talk about it. It's only a few days till you get home, and I cannot wait. It's given me time. Enough time to-, well you'll see soon enough.

It's been so long since we started dating, now it's been; 3 years, 11 months, 22 days, 3 hours, 25 minutes, and 30 seconds. Yes, I still count every moment with you. Because I am deeply in love with you. More than you will ever know. Now, that I have finished dealing with our issues, I can properly prepare everything for us. I only have a few days to get the biggest parts out of the way, before you're here with me, but I am sure it will all work out well. I never thought I'd make it this far with you, but I have. Soon, you will be in my arms again.

I cleaned up my apartment, properly hid my little secrets where even you couldn't find, and had a short nap. I even took time to clean your apartment while you've been out, even took care of your dog. He's a good boy. The next few days I spent preparing for you to come home, shopping, and talking to your dad. You know, he really likes me, he thinks of me as a son. It's almost comforting to have someone who is almost like a father to me, again. Your family truly loves and cares for you. They keep every memory of you very close to their heart despite your differences.

The days have passed, the wait is over, you're on your way home to me. Waiting at the airport, just a few more minutes till you pass the off boarding gates, and are in my arms again. As the crowd comes out, I scan for you.

Ah there you are, looking as perfect as always. Truly a masterpiece.

Spotting you, wearing a white tank under a dark grey ombre top, and blue jeans, you're sporting your charming smile as always, you walk side by side with Stacy. You two almost look like siblings, because of how close you two are, but rest assured you are the apple of my eye, always. Stacy spots me before you do, she gives a nod and slight smile from afar. Vaguely pointing me out to you. And suddenly our eyes meet, it's like everyone around us disappeared and we were the only ones in the airport. We made our way to each other, you dropped your luggage five feet from me and jumped into my arms, hugging me tightly. You could suffocate me to death in the middle of the airport if you wanted to, and I'd have loved every second of it. Hugging you back tightly, lifting you off of your feet as I pepper kisses against your cheeks.

God. I missed you so much. It's good to have you back in my arms. Right were you belong.

Stacy made her way to us as she grabbed your abandoned, and almost forgotten luggage, smiling. She may be the only true supporter of our relationship out of your friends. Luckily enough, she's the one I want in our corner. You giggled at every kiss against your cheek as I lightly swayed you in my arms before I let you down. You cupped my face in your hands, pressing your forehead to mine. Once again, it's like we disappear into a world of our own for a moment, getting sucked into the moment; one that I wish would last forever. It's perfect. You and me, together, the way it should be, forever.

After the public displays of affection, small banter and chatter, we make our way home, dropping Stacy off at her place for the morning so we can all settle a bit. Before we all got back together for dinner in the evening. We chattered over food and wine, you two talked in great detail about your trip. I asked Stacy a certain detail I've been meaning to ask, all the while you were out in the restroom. She showed me a picture of what I asked and patted my back roughly, her hand is heavy on my shoulder despite her petite frame. By the end of the night Stacy went her separate way, and we went to your apartment.

I helped you unpack your luggage, and we played with your dog for a bit while we chatted; you talked in detail about different parts of your trip and showed me pictures of every sight you saw. Along with all of the things you collected. You had so much fun, laughing, smiling and adventuring didn't you? "I'm so happy you enjoyed yourself".

But I missed you, my darling. I was lonely, without you.

You continued to ramble as we sat on the couch and eventually, you fell asleep. I picked you up, I carried you to your bed, taking your shoes and socks off carefully, covering you with a light sheet so you don't over heat. I sat beside you, watching you sleep as I thread my fingers through your hair. If only you knew what I do for you. Not just what you see me do for you, but, what I do in the dark, without you, for you. Would you see me as inhuman? Would you be afraid? Would you call me a monster? I know we have our disagreements, our fights, our spats, really, but would you still want to be with me if you found out my dirty secrets?

I can't lose you. I cannot chance you leaving me. Even if you found out my secrets, found out what I do for you, what I really do for you, and you somehow accept me. I cannot chance, the off chance of you ever finding out and losing you. So you will be bonded to me.. forever. Soon. And even if you did find out, you would never be able to leave. I wont allow it. We would have to make it work.

The next few months were great, we spent time together and tried some new things. Our nights together, with heavy panting, loud moaning, the cracking of a whip, the sizzle of candle wax hitting skin, the sweat, the grinding, the light choking. The sex, was great. We experimented so much. You even opened up over the year prior of your desires, and we tried every, single, k!nk, you had. Every curiosity you had. And now, as I lay tied to the bedframe, gazing up at you, as your hand is wrapped around my throat, our eyes locked onto each other. My chest covered in red and black wax, my abdomen wrapped in complex knots of rope as you are on top of me.

My chest rising and falling with shallow breaths, as your hips lift and descend onto my length, slowly riding me-, oh. You're trying not to grind your hips. Your crotch presses against mine, you just want to get to orgasm quickly, I can tell.

You're greedy. But you're practicing self control, I'm so proud of you.

"God, you're so sexy.." "Slow just like that, darling." "Mmm-, yes." Low gravelly moans escaped my parted lips with every slow movement. Your grip around my throat tightening as you quickened your pace ever so slightly-, oh.

"There you go love." "Such a good- ***" "That's right- mmmh."

Fuck, if you keep going like this I'm going to-.. I need to keep it together.

We took our time, we made love between rough sessions of fucking. And by the end of it all, we laid in each others arms, panting and loving on each other. Soft kisses against each others lips, loving whispers, reassurance, and affirmations. Eventually we got up and got cleaned up, and went to the bathroom before we changed the sheets and went to bed.

Weeks after, we sat at one of your favorite restaurants', eating some of your favorite courses, a fully paid reservation. You were ecstatic, taking pictures of the food, it wasn't often that we came here, only on special occasions. "*******(X) what's the special occasion?? This is so great! Thank you, again." I smiled and shook my head, my brows lightly furrowed in a content expression as I spoke. "The special occasion is you, darling. I wanted to treat you." You grinned ear to ear, unsuspecting as you enjoyed your meal and tasted your wine.

After eating at the restaurant we walked through the city, stopping to shop and see some of your favorite sites. As the sun went down, I lead you toward one of our favorite local parks, where there were fairy lights dim, slowly turning on, that wrapped around some of the trees to lead into a path. As we arrived at a clearing under a canopy of trees, I took your hand and carefully and slowly spun you about, "Let's dance, darling".

We spent that small moment together, hand in hand, my arm wrapped around your waist as it grew ever darker as night began to settle. The lights began to light up brighter around us, the leaves and petals from the trees and flowers falling around us. It was beautiful, dreamy really. I gave you a final slow spin, before I got down to kneel, holding out a small black box, within the ring of your dreams.

The one you had described in great detail and showed to Stacy, I already knew, but even I need to seem semi normal. And asking Stacy was the most logical, and normal seeming thing to do.

I worked for this moment, for you. Your perfect moment. As you slowly turned back to see me, a soft gasp had left your lips, you got onto your knees, a single tear welling and falling down your cheek. "Yes, yes yes." I wrapped my arms around you and hugged you tight to me, pulling us up to our feet and swaying us about. A small crowd of 3-4 people gathered to see, some of your friends having been watching, came out from hiding; they had been recording for me. For us, for our perfect moment. Your dad wasn't present, but I know we both had wished he was.

I had to ask your father for your hand previously, as you'd soon find out, I wanted to do this right, after all.

We spent the next weeks after, packing our things, and selling some things, we wanted to move in together. We spent time working, and planning, making arrangements. We set the wedding date for October, in a year, and some months.. Not a whole lot of time to get our shit together, but just enough to have a well planned wedding. We agreed on October, because it's not hot, and it's cool, crisp weather, perfect for us. Since the proposal though we have had several spats, and disagreements. Unfortunately we had a single run in, but nothing I couldn't take care of on my own.

I will take care of everything though, darling.

Don't you worry.

I will take care of you.

Because I love you.

This is our beginning.. this is what it means to be..

loving you.

[tarisilmarwen]

Rebels Rewatch: "The Last Battle"

Well TCW fans were happy lol.

It's weird to write these as someone who has very little emotional investment in TCW.

Okay, full disclaimer, I have seen quite a chunk of the show, the husband showed me several of the best arcs, I've seen scattered bits and pieces here and there so I know who a lot of the key players are, a lot of the important events and everything but... I dunno the whole Clone Wars era has just never been a big area of interest for me.

Happy for y'all tho?

Anyway.

[Insert commentary about how this show has really gorgeous environments and y'all sleeping on this work and effort.]

Kanan lampshading the tendency for missions to go sideways ha ha.

Ooof this verbal stumble by Rex is painful, he doesn't know how to act in a scenario where a Jedi is not his commanding officer, ouch.

Oh wow, just like Ezra, Rex shields himself inside his helmet.

Ezra messing with the B1 head awww.

Side note: I LOVE how stocky the model for clones is in Rebels. TCW clones always felt too tall and thin to me, Rebels clones look way more like Temura Morrisan's actual physique.

Ezra accidentally being insensitive about the Clone Wars moment number 1.

Kanan's comment about "scars you can't see". Something the animated shows have always excelled at is showing the genuine aftereffects of PTSD.

Ezra's been playing the Watson role for the past few episodes and it is adorable.

Rex's initial panic when he thinks he's back in the war. :(((

I understand that TCW fandom cried a lot about Rex calling Cody's name unconsciously here.

*sobs* Ezra still looks so TINY compared to everyone else.

Kalani assumed the shutdown order was a Republic trick lol.

Lasats not being part of the Clone Wars is an interesting detail. Obviously, Doylistically speaking, they couldn't have been since they weren't created yet, but also I like the idea that Lasats were adamantly against participating in the conflict and the Separatists took one look at them and decided invading them anyway wasn't worth it.

Ezra maybe naively jumps into things feet first, to Rex and Kanan's consternation. They both already know that War Is Hell. But they also have the best chance of getting out of the situation if they relive their collective war experiences and face their past by fighting one last Clone Wars battle.

Oh hey! It's the shuttle they'd repurpose later as the Phantom II!

Hera and Sabine's small B-plot is very brief, but hilarious.

I think Pryce must have pulled a LOT of political favors in order to be granted occasional command of her own Star Destroyer. She's apparently allowed to lay a trap for the Spectres specifically and has the authority to deploy local Imperial outposts, too.

Not bad for a planetary governor. But then, Pryce was always ambitious beyond her station.

She attached herself to Thrawn primarily for the advancement opportunities, I think.

The sex was probably good too I mean what?

The boys be looking good.

Lol Kanan can hear the cacophony of clanking droid footprints.

Poor Ezra is so lost with all these references.

This is just a fun adventure for him, he doesn't have the frame of reference to know just how harrowing and dangerous this could be for the average Clone Wars Jedi commander and clone unit. So he doesn't know to keep tighter formation and wants to keep charging ahead instead of waiting to assess.

Rex casually calling his training and conditioning and genetic modulation his "programming", directly comparing himself to the droids. Ow. Ow ow ow ow. Hurting in "Central thesis of TCW, that the clones are not just identical mindless meat droids but individual and free-thinking men" feelings.

Kalani and Zeb's exchange here is hilarious.

Chopper jumpscaring Ezra lol.

Just wholecloth grabs his wrist like an excited kid trying to show their parent something.

He's come so far, I'm so proud. All he needs is the slightest gesture.

OH HEY IT'S MY FAVORITE SCENE.

Rex is... I think a little rattled by getting hit. Sure, the armor protected him, but you know it can't have been fun and he probably thought for a moment he had gone down for real. So yeah, Ezra's innocently flippant attitude about things upsets him.

"A good soldier follows orders!" Ouch. Ow ow ow ow that phrase, Rex, please.

You know it's something that's gotta echo inside his head constantly, his programming won't let him forget it.

Eternally a fan of the kicked-puppy flinch Ezra gives here.

Kanan immediately reassuring Ezra that it's not him. <3

The beginnings of a realization.

I slowed this sequence way down to check where Ezra got hit (for... reasons) and from what I can tell, it looks like Ezra didn't quite manage to block a shot and some of it fritzed past his blade and hit his right collar, right where his armor is.

Rex gets dinged in the helmet moments later, but as he said, "Gen 1 armor always holds up." Once again, Rebels showing off the importance of good armor. :)

<333333

The group get up to the command center and Ezra starts to live up to his name as "bridger" between disparate groups, first pointing out that by all rights the droids should have won their skirmish, they were just too old to actually function correctly. Kalani agrees and claims victory, but Ezra also pushes against that, pointing out that none of them actually won the Clone Wars. It just... ended.

The more techie side of Star Wars YouTube have analyzed both sides and concluded that, absent the obvious direction and self-sabotage by Palpatine, the Separatists would have eventually won the Clone Wars. But of course the sabotage and playing both sides was the point. No one was supposed to win the Clone Wars because it wasn't a real war, it wasn't naturally occurring or organic, it was a massive artificial power play by Palpatine, who instigated, incited, prolonged, and manipulated things so that whichever side "won", he would come out on top as the victor standing on the corpses of the Jedi.

Palpatine set both sides up to fail.

This is something Star Wars fandom repeatedly fails to understand, there was no winning in this whole situation. The trap was too carefully set, nothing the Jedi or the Senate or the Separatists did could have prevented the war from happening and nothing they did could have stopped its ultimate endgoal, which was the destruction of the Jedi Order and the consolidation of power under Palpatine as sole ruler of the galaxy. That's the whole tragedy, that they tried so hard, got so close, but ultimately could not prevent that awful fate from happening.

Barring Anakin sitting his ass down for just five more minutes or slashing through the correct party in Palpatine's office, there was no narrative escape. The choices were damned if you do, damned if you don't, and either way you're ending up dead.

Anyway, Ezra's armor-piercing questions absolutely stun Rex and Kalani into silence for a moment before Zeb points out the Empire won. Because they decided to conveniently show up just in time for a good Enemy Mine situation lol.

Kalani resists the logic at first since he's not at war with the Empire but the Stormtroopers casually destroying his scout unit probably helped change his mind lol.

Ezra Persuasion Checks both Kalani and Rex into accepting the team-up, like the budding little diplomat he is. :)

"Well this takes trust to a whole new level." Lol.

Nice to see the B1s retaining their status as hilariously abused butt monkeys.

Rex praising Ezra for "ending the Clone Wars" ahhhhh.

Sabine's eyes lighting up when she sees the shuttle they're bringing awww.

And TCW-inspired credits as a nice little homage.

Predictably this is one of the husband's favorite episodes. It's a fun little romp, pays some love to TCW and develops Ezra's character a bit. It doesn't really affect the larger story outside of that so I guess it could be called filler, but it's a fun filler.

[tofudevil]

Do you think I can request a Cloud x reader?

The reader is having one of their weird days sp they will do randoms things around cloud (ex: the reader hugs him and say they have hugged a cloud) because they know he loves them and they know he won't judge them.

Just want to see how our cloud will react to the madness of his s/o

Cloud With A Silly S/O

A/N: Sorry it took me a while to get this out, I've been busy with midterms. I was listening to Joe Hisaishi and it made me want to write such a soft fluffy piece, I know you probably wanted more of a gremlin reader but I couldn't help myself. I didn't really know what you wanted format wise so I did some headcanons and a short story. It's kinda long btw, sorry. Enjoy! <3

GN! Reader x Cloud Strife

Fandom: Final Fantasy 7

Warnings: Fluff, Reader sniffs Cloud

Cloud has had to deal with a lot of different personalities for two obvious reasons: working as a merc and all of his friends aren’t exactly the most normal of the bunch.

Out of all the personalities he has come across yours has always been his favorite. Such a strong contrast to his own demeanor and all around vibe. I guess the saying that opposites attract rings true in your relationship with the Chocobo haired boy.

He loves that you're a bit more goofy than he could ever be, he thinks it helps cancel out the serious nature of his.

Cloud would never judge you because to him the idea of falling in love was so far out of reach for a long time, but you changed his perspective so Cloud wouldn't dream of judging the person he fell so madly in love with.

So if you want to bark at him or call him pal for a whole day, he would look at you with a puzzled expression but he would never say anything bad about it to you. (He might even find it to be strangely cute).

He might say something a bit offhand in his usual Cloud way but he of course never means it this way, there is always undertones of love in every word he speaks to you.

You're like the sunrise peaking over the horizon, a fresh breath of air, hot chocolate on a winter night, you mean warmth to Cloud.

Cloud sees you as someone who will always be there at the end of the day when he's exhausted and sore all over,  he'll come home to you welcoming him with open arms.

It had been a very long day to say the least, no one seemed to be happy with the results the merc was coming up with, requesting more more until past sunset. It was well into the night before he got the chance to see the familiar light from the front porch of the small house you and him could afford. Parking his motorcycle by the sidewalk, he felt the need to rush inside and into your arms. Reaching the front door and pulling out his keys to unlock it but before he could the door swung open. "Cloud! I missed you." You ambushed him by jumping into his arms. Cloud not expecting it at all couldn't hold his and your weight resulting in you both tumbling to the floor. the clanking of his buster sword and thud from your bodies making contact with the ground was all that could be heard. "S/O, you need to be more careful." He said, grumpily helping you sit up, while looking you over for any scrapes or future bruising.

"You took so long to get home today, I was starting to get worried.", you had waited all night for him. It had been a while since either of you had time together so you found yourself missing him more than usual. "Well it's not my fault... Tifa made me run errands for her." he stated with a small pout on his face which made you giggle. "It's okay, at least you came home tonight! It felt like I might die if I had to wait one more second." You said as you dramatically fell into his arms. "Right I'm sure you would have." nimble fingers brushing back the hair that clung to your forehead, Cloud finally getting to relax after the long day of running around the slums. Being so close, you were able to smell him, the small remanence of laundry detergent that desperately clung to his clothes but was over powered by the smell of sweat and engine exhaust, despite this you could still slightly discern the shampoo and body wash he used the night before. Taking a big long sniff of his shirt to help lock the smell into your memory, the smell you grew to love, Cloud's smell. "You smell nice." you look up at him with a giddy smile, "I was sweating today, probably stink."

"I know." Cloud's mako green eyes widening slightly at your statement before he cleared his throat with a curt cough and adverted his eyes. "You're weird." you knew when he called you weird he really meant that he thought you were cute but he would sell his sword before he ever admitted to that (or would he?). A comfortable silence settled while you and him enjoyed each other's presence. Cloud could feel you becoming more and more limp by the second, he was going to suggest heading inside but you spoke before he could, "You know you're just like a real cloud, I could fall asleep here and never wake up." he could feel the big almost mischievous grin you were making through his shirt. "Haha very funny." Cloud said while rolling his eyes and exhaling a breathy sigh which suspiciously sounded more like a soft chuckle.

"What I'm being serious... I missed you Cloud." you whispered the last part just loud enough for him to hear while squeezing him a bit tighter. His heartbeat spiking at those soft words, he hoped you couldn't hear how loud it had gotten. Pushing you gently he got up and helped you to your feet, wanting to create some distance to slow his raging heart. "Come on lets head inside, we're letting bugs in."

"Okay!" Smiling and turning around to go through the open door but before you made it in Cloud reached out and grabbed your hand. "I- uh I missed you too today." turning your head to look at him you caught a glimpse of his flushed ears and neck before he covered your eyes with his hand. "ah I've been blinded." giggling you quickly went to remove his hand to get a good look at his face but he stopped you.

"Shh don't move."

A few silent seconds went by and then you felt it, a featherlike peck placed on your lips so softly you almost thought you imagined it if it wasn't for the look on his face when he removed his hand from your eyes. The rosy red that had painted itself across his features speaking volumes of what he felt towards you. Before you could say anything he walked past you and inside your home while using the hand that he had been holding to tug you around and through the door. Cloud closed it with a small thud before turning to you with a small slightly embarrassed smile plastered on his face "Wanna watch tv?"

[beargyuuzz]

NETWORKS: @sandsofire

WC: 1.3k

Warnings: vampire, kissing

Genre: Fluff

For Val

MINORS DNI

Today was a long day. Far too long. From the moment you got to the office, everything went down the drain. Even now as you enter your home, you feel as though you're suffocating.

With a huff you close the door, kicking off the offending shoes and tossing your keys and bag to the side before storming into the kitchen. You throw your hair into a messy bun, opening the fridge and grabbing one of your favorite drinks. The snap of the lid is followed shortly by you downing the cool liquid.

With a sigh, you discard the packaging and head upstairs to the one place you know you’ll find your husband. The door to his office is left open, the rhythmic clanking of his keyboard oddly soothing as you walk inside.

There he sat, glasses perched on the bridge of his nose. His brunette hair was framing his face beautifully, crimson eyes peeking from underneath. His eyes darted to your frustrated form standing by the door, a smile revealing the two sharp fangs you adored.

“Hi, my dear.” His hands stop their movements on the computer, his legs pushing him back a bit in his rolling chair. “Bad day?” His voice is gentle as he stands and makes his way to you. No words form in your brain as he comes in front of you.

When you don’t respond, his hands find your waist and with one swift motion, he lifts you off the ground. Your legs wrap around his hips immediately, your cheeks a bit warm in response to the sudden affection.

“Was awful, Jongho.” Your words are hardly above a whisper as your husband carries you back to his seat. He then sits back down, holding you in his lap while you cuddle into him.

“I’m right here, darling. Just relax for a moment while I finish this up. After that we can go to the room and watch that show you like, yeah? The one with the two hunters?” You nod as a small smile contorts your face, releasing a deep sigh against his shoulder.

With your confirmation, Jongho goes back to his work for now. You were happy to even share the space with him. Despite having no warmth or heartbeat, the feeling of comfort is still there. You didn’t need those things. Just him.

After a while, you hear his computer shut down as he lifts you again. This pulls a giggle from your lips, your face warm as he carries you from his office. You always adored the way he carried you around.

A chuckle leaves him as he opens the bedroom door, walking backwards as he sits himself on the bed. You pull away, eyes meeting his own as a flurry of memories hits you. Ones of running through the forest and of being comforted through the darkness. Some of late night dancing in the living room and others of reading as the rain pours outside.

In your daze, you reach down to the pendant hung around your collarbone and toy with it. This catches the attention of the man holding you in his lap. With a smile, Jongho pokes your nose. “What’s going through that pretty head of yours, darling.”

You smile at him. “Just thinking about how lucky I am.” He leans in without a word, kissing you softly. You melt into his arms, eyes slipping shut for a brief moment as he rubs your side. The kiss is languid, long and slow. His plush lips mold perfectly to your own, his grip firm on you as though you may vanish if he lets go for even a moment.

After a while, he pulls away and kisses down your neck. You hum as you feel his fangs pierce your skin once, twice, and three times. His way of comforting you.

The endorphins rush through your bloodstream, lulling you into a state of complete relaxation with each little sting. Moments like this made you feel loved. And the same goes for the man holding you. Every moment with you brought him a sense of euphoria.

All of the irritation and stress was forgotten now. Every little thing evacuates your mind as Jongho pulls back, admiring the woman he was lucky enough to call his own. His hands never stop moving as he pecks your face, little giggles bubbling in your chest at the ticklish sensation.

“I love you, Darling. Don’t forget that. Not ever.” Jongho speaks in a low voice, rawness exposing his emotions as he moves the two of you up the bed. A huff of air leaves you as the man tosses you into your place and laughs. You throw a pillow at him, faking a pout as he walks to the closet. He catches the item without a second glance, vanishing behind the door. When he resurfaces, you notice one of his sweaters in his free hand.

Jongho comes back to the bed, placing the pillow down before sitting in front of you. A hand reaches to your skirt, unzipping it before unbuttoning the white blouse you had worn. He removes the clothing from you, tossing it into the hamper.

“Arms up, baby.” You blush, doing as told. He slips the shirt over your body, chuckling once more at your behavior. “You act like I haven’t seen it all before.” You whine at this, smacking his arm. He shakes his head, going back to his spot and getting comfortable himself.

Once he settles, you move yourself into his arms and watch as he grabs the remote of the TV and puts on your favorite show. The two of you settle in, pulling the blanket up as you focus on the show. Jongho, however, was focused on you. Watching your chest rise and fall, listening to your pulse…

His hand draws circles on the exposed skin of your thigh, not a single thing on his mind. He kisses the top of your head, whispering into your ear. “You’re so pretty, darling. So perfect and beautiful. I will forever thank the gods for giving me such an amazing woman. For giving me my Wife.” You look into his eyes, noticing the way they sparkle as he admires you. Your heart skips a beat as your eyes water.

“Says the perfect husband. I should be the one thanking the gods.” Your voice is raw as you speak. Jongho moves his hands to cup your face, his eyes glistening along with yours as a single tear goes down his face. You move forward now, lips meeting his own delicately.

You would never have thought that this was where your life would be. Nothing had made sense before Jongho. Everything bled together. Every day was bland without him. You would’ve never thought your purpose was within your lover back then. Even now it was surreal.

“I love you, Jongho. You are my every reason for existing.” The words roll off your lips the moment you pull away, fingers dancing on the back of his neck. A grin spreads across your lover’s face, bright enough to blind the sun. You move, fingers touching his lips as you watch them move.

“You have no idea how it makes me feel when you say those things. If my heart was beating, it would have raced and skipped around.” You laugh at this, throwing your head back at the irony.

“You and your jokes.” With one last kiss to his lips, you lay down once more. Your eyes slip shut this time, not caring to pay attention as you drink in the feeling of his arms tight around you.

A series of images flashes in your mind, and you happily take them in as they pass. Images of peach-colored hair and a meadow drift into that of a deep voice in your ear after a nightmare. The image of silver hair and blinding smiles into images of bookshelves and dimples. Those images hold memories and those memories hold moments of alwaysness that were engraved deep into your soul. The images were confusing, of course.

You always find yourself wondering what they were, to whom those images belonged. Even now, as you drift into a deep sleep, you hear the familiar voices of the past. With a smile, you drift into the darkness of sleep, one final image of peach hair lulling you to sleep.

This was requested by @sup-dallyboy aka Val. Thank you for being an amazing friend to me and giving me the idea for this absolute masterpiece <33

[lilac-melody]

Fantasia LOVE&KISS Novel Epilogue

Disclaimer: I’m not a professional translator

Masterlist here

🎤

Aizou left the bathroom and headed for the living room. When he opened the door, he found his brother standing in the kitchen. It was the weekend, but it was unusual to see him there.

(He’s wearing my clothes without permission.)

It was Aizou’s favorite jacket that he’d bought with anticipation.

As he sat on the couch in the living room looking at his phone, he heard a soft clank.

On the table in front of him was a mug. Ken picked up Kuro, who had been rubbing up against him, and put her on his shoulder.

“...Are you coming today?” Aizou asked quietly. 

The tickets for two that he had left on the table the other day were gone when he woke up in the morning.

“Oh, is today the last day of your play? Arisa-chan said she wanted to go, so I might go as well. Maybe,” Ken laughed with an awkward expression on his face.

(It’s a date then...well, that’s fine...)

Aizou stared at his cup quietly. “...You know, one of these days, I’m considering moving out and getting a place of my own...” It was something he’d been thinking about for a long time. He talked to Manager Uchida about it and she’s helping him find an affordable place to live. He didn’t see his brother that often, and they barely even spoke.

So he may as well say it now.

“Hm...sounds good, I guess?” It was the same light tone as usual. Even now, even though they lived in the same house, it was as if they were living separately. So there was no way that he’d be troubled.

“I haven’t decided when, but when I do, can I take Kuro with me?”

Ken stroked Kuro’s head gently as he looked at him. “Well, it’s fine with me...” He paused, “actually, no, you can’t.”

“Eh, why? It’s mostly me who takes care of her.”

He really thought Ken wouldn’t object.

“If you take Kuro with you, you won’t ever come back,” Ken replied, holding Kuro out. “But if you’re worried about this little one, then you’ll surely come back and see her every now and then, right?”

Aizou took her from his brother’s arms, and she squirmed, as if she preferred his brother. He adjusted his grip on her, taking care not to drop her, and she finally became comfortable and settled down.

Aizou looked at Ken’s face in confusion, not knowing what to say.

“Well, that’s how it is...anyway, I’m going to meet up with Arisa-chan,” Ken started to leave before suddenly pausing. “I’m borrowing your clothes, by the way,” he grinned at him, before leaving the room with a happy whistle.

“You’re already wearing them...” Aizou muttered, hugging Kuro tightly.

Even if he took Kuro with him, he was sure that he’d come back to the apartment anyway.

For him, he was always like that. He always tried to stay a family.

He finished getting ready and went to the front door, putting on his shoes and slung his bag over his shoulder. The house was quiet, and the lights were off.

He closed and locked the front door, and shoved the key into his pocket as he left.

(Alright, let’s go...)

💮

When Yujiro walked out the front door of his house, his mother came to see him off.

“I’ll be sure to see the show today, with your father.”

“Yeah...”

“Say hi to Aizou-kun for me.”

“Yeah...sure...” Yujiro replied vaguely.

“You two have to get along,” his mother chided.

“I know...well, I’m off,” Yujiro started to walk away, but was quickly stopped by his mother.

“Wait,” his mother took out a hiuchi stone and struck it, causing Yujiro to glance at her in surprise. She smiled at him. “I do this when your father and Koichiro perform. It’s a prayer that the play will be completed safely.”

She looked like she was about to start crying. Until now, she’d held back.

“Thank you, mom...”

“Do your best. Have a great day- and good luck.”

“Yeah...I’m going, now...”

(It’s time to go...)

To the world that was awaiting them.

⚔️🏹

The city was still quiet, as the people had not yet awakened. Only the occasional chirp of a small bird could be heard. It was a little dark in the distance, but the sky was beginning to lighten.

Two thin shadows stretched across the cobblestones of the square where the statues of the founding heroes stood.

“Why did you refuse the horse when the princess offered to give it to you? It would have been easier with the horse,” Aizou walked next to him, his arms crossed with a disapproving look on his face.

“Why didn’t you get your own horse? I don’t want one.”

“Well, if we’re traveling together, I don’t want to be the only one on horseback.”

“No one said anything about us traveling together. Why are you making all of the decisions on your own?”

After staying at the castle for about two weeks, Yujiro decided to leave because the injury on his leg had healed. He told the princess and her sister yesterday. 

However, he did not say a word to Aizou.

And yet, when he packed his bags and left his room in the morning, he was waiting for him, dressed in his traveling clothes, looking as if it was simply a natural thing to do.

Apparently, he had heard from the princess and her sister and decided that he would go with him.

Unlike Yujiro, Aizou had not been injured and could have left at any time.

The reason he had been taking it easy at the castle seemed to be because he was waiting for Yujiro to recover.

Maybe he was worried about his injuries, or maybe he was just too meddlesome, even though no one had asked him to do so.

Although he had no trouble walking, the pain was still there. Yujiro wanted to speed up, but he honestly couldn’t.

Yujiro glared at him, his eyes practically screaming “don’t follow me!”.

Aizou folded his hands behind his head and turned to the side with a whistle, as if he had no intention of listening to what he had to say.

This attitude was even more annoying, and the wrinkles between Yujiro’s eyebrows deepened.

“Come to think of it...did you remember anything?” Aizou was probably asking about a past memory that he had forgotten. The two were looking for the jewel to retrieve their memories.

“...No. Did you?” Yujiro asked as they walked to the city gate together.

“I knew it wouldn’t be so easy to make our wish come true,” Aizou took out the yellow jewel from his pocket and rolled it in his hand. He must have wished on it too.

He’d even asked the princess to help him find and read some books in the castle library, but no matter which method he tried, the end result was the same.

As usual, his memories of his life before the age of ten remained blank, and he couldn’t even find a clue as to how he came to be in this world.

Yujiro took his blue jewel out of his pocket. He wondered if it would simply take a long time for his wish to come true, or if there was some special way to get it, or if it is really just a jewel.

It's not that he didn't think that he had gone through all that trouble to get it, but strangely enough, he wasn't all that discouraged.

“Maybe it really is just a jewel,” Aizou held the yellow jewel up with his fingers and held it up to the sunlight that was finally beginning to shine. “If we sell it, we can probably make some good money.”

“I’m not going to sell it. I went through too much to get it in the first place.”

“If it’s just a jewel, there’s no point in keeping it...unless you want it as a good luck charm.”

If he kept it, maybe his wish would come true someday. The story never said anywhere that the wish would come true instantly.

“Well, for the time being, we can look for other ways to remember...like, maybe if I fell down or something,”Aizou continued.

Yujiro stared at him. “If it were that easy, don’t you think you would have remembered a long time ago?”

“You never know. A fortuneteller once told me shock can bring back memories.”

“If you think that, then go bang your head against a tree somewhere. Alone.”

“I already tried that, but it didn’t work,” Aizou shrugged.

(What an idiot...)

Yujiro sighed and glanced over at Aizou. “So why are you following me, anyway? Go travel by yourself.”

“We have the same goal. Wouldn’t it be more rational to travel together?” Aizou tossed his jewel up in the air and caught it, multiple times. “It’s not like I want to go with you too, you know.” His lips curled into a pout.

“What’s rational about it?”

“Ever since we started traveling together, we survived snowy mountains, slayed a dragon, and got the jewels.”

“Nothing good happens when I’m with you.”

“That again?!” Aizou frowned. “I won’t accept anymore complaints from you!”

“And I won’t listen to your nagging!” Yujiro slapped his hands over his ears.

Just as the city gates came into view, they heard a voice calling out to them. “Brave travelers!”

They turned around. The window of that inn where they were staying was open, and the innkeeper’s daughter was waving her hand as she leaned forward.

“Thank you for saving the princess! Have a good trip!” She tossed them both a red apple.

Yujiro and Aizou accepted them and looked at each other. Forgetting their argument from earlier, they smiled at each other.

They had not yet found the answer to what they were looking for.

But maybe someday, since the two were traveling together on the same path, they’ll find what they’re looking for.

Yes, someday.

(Maybe together, we can find it...)

The two men waved their hands, turned forward, and walked straight to the city gates, which was enveloped by the morning sun.

When one story ends, a new one begins. The regrets of the past, the fate that binds them to this world, leaving behind all the doubts, worries, and fears about the future.

To the shining world that awaits beyond the mysterious door, the world that someone dreamed of someday.

They were going to move forward together with the dawn. As long as they continued to believe, there would always be hope.

Because hope will always exist.

[lord-radish]

Top 5 Media Experiences of 2022

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Snapcube's Ratchet and Clank 3 playthrough

DanganRonpa 1 and 2

Dar Williams

lord-radish

First of all, I liked all of her RnC playthroughs a lot. I loved it when she sold Clank for 640,000 bolts, and the tangent about Ratchet going over to someone's house and doing sideflips in front of them after chat tricked her into the boob glitch. Her ship voiceover for Going Commando was one of my favorite parts of those sections, I love how it became like defacto knowledge that it was the ship itself making those noises.

"uhh yeah can you get me one of those chiccy sandwiches please? thank you thank you thank you" is burned into my brain bc Youtube kept losing my place and I kept having to start that VOD from the start. The tangent about the clothes seller in Tools of Destruction comes from a goofy place and I love it. The first four streams go from strength to strength - they're incredibly entertaining and immensely quotable, even months later.

I watched a LOT of Ratchet streams this year. Never quite finished Crack in Time and beyond, but I saw the rest. And 3 is my favorite, because A) that was the one big formulative Ratchet and Clank game I played as a kid, and B) 3 is probably the funniest and most well-structured game in the PS2 era. I never knew because I had limited experience with the first two games, but it's no surprise at all that 3 was the first game with a dedicated writing staff after seeing the other two (which are perfectly great games in their own right).

So clearly I have a bias here. Penny seemed to have an absolute blast with this game, I remember her losing her shit at the Courtney Gears music video and she bought into Dr. Nefarious after being wary of him due to prior exposure to the character. That bias played a role in my enjoyment, sure, but it also just felt nice to see such a funny, cozy stream because I'm not used to that.

I've historically watched a lot of Vinesauce, Game Grumps etc. for like odd games and video game corruptions - I feel like even the more homey aspects of that content is steeped in irony and shitposting, with Game Grumps in particular being noticeably caustic. There's just as much laughing at the content creator for falling short at their sisyphean task as there is in sharing their victories, maybe even moreso. That's sort of been the cornerstone of how I consume game media. I've become very jaded and irony-poisoned over the years.

I think what made the Snapcube streams so special is that I was almost never laughing at Penny, but I was laughing with her. Yes, losing a bunch of lives can be frustrating and it can be funny to see someone react to that. But for every time Penny misses a jump and goes "Fuck!" with a small laugh or a bit of rage, there's an extended comedy bit she does that ends up being really funny and well-built, and it comes across as her having great fun with it too. I think it's that crowd work that makes her stand out the way she does.

That energy carried into RnC3, which was an incredibly nostalgic experience, and I enjoyed seeing her react to the game itself almost as much as I liked her own additions and embellishments along the way. The fact that she was playing such a nostalgic game was a bonus - personal memories or not, I was looking forward to entry #3 of like #8 of this awesome, entertaining game marathon I was enjoying so much. The nostalgia was still a huge highlight though.

Beginning to watch Snapcube streams as a whole was a highlight of 2022, but RnC3 just put a smile on my face like nothing else. The Sonic fandubs are really good, I absolutely saw those before I saw her streams, but these streams were what made me a Snapcube fan.

[zachsgamejournal]

PLAYING: Sly Cooper and the Thievius Raccoonus

Great Series! So sad it's died out (come on Sony). But I'm excited to share it with my children!

I rented this game back when it was the only Sly available. I enjoyed its gentle and not so gentle nods to Metal Gear Solid. I hated the cocky main character (American white men were really into cocky protagonists in the 80s, 90s, and 00s). But the game was good. Later when the HD remake for PS3 was released, I grabbed the whole trilogy and thoroughly enjoyed it! Sly 2 is my favorite though.

I was excited to play Jak and Daxter for my kids. I downloaded the free PC remake that some folks had created. But it's annoying to set up my laptop with my TV. Knowing that I had the Jak Trilogy for PS3, I decided to see if my PS3 and controllers even still worked. they did! But while having lunch, I put on a Sly Cooper playthrough on YouTube and my kids were HOOKED! I offered to play it for them and they were super excited. I guess Jak can wait!

What I remember from the first Sly Cooper is that it's the hardest and most linear. But when I started playing it this time, it felt so great. It's truly a great game and well thought-out and designed. There's some cheap deaths, and the bosses are too hard--but it's really fun otherwise.

Sly Cooper is a great example of Sony's ability to develop unique, original games with great production value. I think for PS2, Sony had three big platformer series: Jak, Ratchet and Clank, and Sly Cooper. What was great about these three is that they were accessible, well produced, charming, and all very unique from each other. Jak 2 & 3 had a little crossover with ratchet due to guns being introduced, but Jak was a action platformer-slash-open world, while Ratchet was much more of a level-based shooter. Sly stood out as a platforming stealth game. It's weird to think a whole game could be built around stealth, but be action-packed and accessible.

Graphically, the game looks pretty good due to the art style. Much of the 2D images (loading screens and cinematics) feature jagged, hand-drawn art. It looks extremely stylized, but then it meshes well with the blocky graphics. So instead of seeing low polygon counts as a limitation, it was asset to the art style. Clever.

This game develop had made a platformer before, but I don't think it was to this scale. They've nailed it. I was paying attention to the level design. For the most part, they take smallish, cramped spaces (such as a single room in a casino) but craft out a level path that criss-crosses across the space to create a decent level experience. One level has Sly scaling the sides of buildings and cat walks and bouncing off AC units. It feels like the level goes on, and on (in a good way) but it's really just a circle, and sly is traveling along the inner edge. This allowed the designers/artists to use a small set of background assets to create an immersive experience. As a game designer, I appreciate this type of design. It makes the level feel open, big, and like a real space, while preventing the player from getting lost.

I like the first bit of levels, the constant rain makes it very moody. The second set takes plays in a Vegas like city. I'm always less thrilled about this one. Rocky deserts just don't excite me much, and it's less atmospheric. I think the level takes place in the day, which feels less sneaky. Still, some good, clever level design.

I love how enemies have flashlights and are on guard paths. It really plays into the sneaking around. Unfortunately, Sly is often defeated in a single hit. It helps create a sense of danger and real consquence for not being sneaky--but it makes a wrong move very punishing. Also, Sly can't swim. So there's a lot of cheap deaths associated with Sly not landing a jump he should have and drowning as a result. Luckily I've unlocked the "water safety" skill that no longer damages Sly for falling in water. Goood thing because the swamp level is filled with precarious jumps!

Somewhat interesting from a story point, every bully gets a background. What I noticed about the bosses (did I say bully?) is that they were often bullied as a child or are overcompensating for something. I wish the game could have taken on a more "healing" approach to the villains, where they deal with their psychology issues and make amends. But Sly ain't got time for that. He's too busy being cocky.

I'm having fun replaying this for my kids. At one point they lost interest and went to their rooms. I got sad. I wanted to keep playing, but I didn't want to leave them behind. Hopefully they'll want to come back to this.

[pumpkin-toast]

brain on ratchet and clank mode, random late night thoughts in the tags

[sableseb]

dog tags hitting your face while bucky rails you......... it’s all i think about...... grabbing them between my teeth and pulling him in for a kiss by the chain

Oh, bby....me and you both. Please enjoy.x

word count: 772

warnings: smut, belly bulge, slight dirty talk, slight cockwarming

tags: @fuckandfluff @meetmeatyourworst @greeneyedblondie44

a/n: If you’ve sent me a request, don’t worry! I’ve read them all and I’m getting around to them. If anyone wants to send in a request, you’re more than welcome to. Requests are always open and encouraged my lovelies💖

A lot of things attract you to James Barnes. His smile, his vast knowledge of the most technical and the most mundane things, the little dimple in his chin, and especially his dog tags.

He always wears them. They could be tucked away in his shirt with just a sliver of metal showing, laying on the outside of his tight cotton tee, or beautifully displayed across the expanse of his bare chest. No matter what he opted for, it drove you crazy.

But, when you’re under him like you are now, with his hands spreading your legs apart and that thick cock dragging against your walls, the tags hold much more power than usual. The way they clank against his broad chest with each snap of his hips is music to your ears. And you always seem to get wetter when he wears them to bed.

“You love when I fuck this tight cunt don’t you, baby?” he rasps out while pounding into you.

His pelvis keeps grazing your clit with each thrust, the little hairs at the base causing you to whimper each time. He’s holding your legs apart, almost to the point where your toes touch the bed.

His eyes are fixated on your pussy, the way you swallow him always makes him feral. He loves seeing you take every inch of him. He can see the way your stomach bulges each time he pushes all the way in.

Bucky stops his movements, still fully sheathed inside you and places his hand against the small hump. He leans over you, tags resting between your sweat covered bodies. “Feel how deep I am? Gonna fill this sweet pussy up, leave my cum dripping out of you.”

“Buck,” you gasp, “please, please move.”

He raises up slightly and picks up his pace again. This time his thrusts are more pointed, making sure he hits that spot that makes your vision blur.

Your legs are wound tightly around his narrow hips. You keep him in place, not wanting him to pull all the way out, you want him grinding against you. This way, you feel everything more acutely. His girth is stretching you out, you can feel every ridge and groove along his shaft, his balls are slapping against your ass, and you’re drooling at this point.

His dog tags are dancing along your mouth as he looks down on you. He watches as your eyes cross each time he goes deeper than the last thrust, the way your chest bounces, and the way your lips wrap around his tags.

The metal tang on your tongue is one of your favorite tastes. You bite down on them to try and silence your cries. You know it makes Bucky mad when you take them in your mouth. Almost as much as when he lets you wear them.

He reaches behind his neck and pulls them off, stuffing the rest of the metal in your mouth. “Hmm. You look so good fucked out with my tags hangin’ out of your mouth.”

He lets you have it then, one hand grabbing your throat and the other reaching down to roll your swollen clit between his fingers. The vibranium feels like heaven against your heated flesh. The coolness making you let out a moan that has the metal tags vibrating around your teeth. Your back arches, and your hips meet his to fuck yourself on his cock.

“That’s it, pretty. I can feel you squeezin’ me. Know you wanna cum, just let go. Want you to cream on my dick.”

He applies more pressure along your neck as he chases his high, all while giving you yours. Your eyes flutter shut and your body seizes up. It hits you so hard that you stop breathing for a moment, too overwhelmed by the sensation of your pussy gripping Bucky and the heat that spreads along the entirety of your body.

His hips stutter, he shoves himself as far as he can into you before he spills himself inside your wet heat. The feeling of his warm cum filling you is homely in the most debouched way. You would walk around filled with him every day if you could.

As Bucky pulls the metal from your mouth, he goes to pull from you as well. “Don’t.” you whisper. “Just wanna feel you longer.”

He does as you wish. Leaning onto you fully, feeling your sticky skin against his chest. He places tender kisses along your chest and throat, all while he keeps his cum stuffed inside you. There’s no better feeling than your super soldier between your legs.

[dilf-whore]

endless love

pairing: eddie munson x f!reader

genre: established relationship!, fluff

summary: Eddie and your friends surprise you on your birthday

A/N: this has been on my mind lately and i just had to write it! let me know what you guys think 💙

requested: no

requests are OPEN

masterlist

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“Are you ready to bake best cake ever, Roxy?” Eddie exclaims, raising the whisk above his head. 

“Yeah!” your 2 year old daughter replies, doing the same with the wooden spoon that seemed so big on her tiny hands. She looks exactly like her father, a carbon copy you'd say. She has dark hair that bounces softly when she walks, just like Eddie’s. Her smile’s as bright as his, she got his beautiful irresistible eyes and even his lips. Roxy’s just perfect.

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After the events in Hawkins, Eddie found a job in the record store while you studied journalism and found a part-time job at Nancy’s publishing office during your second year. After graduating, Nancy immediately made you her right hand and Eddie’s band have been noticed by many people and started earning extra money for playing gigs. 

1991, You and Eddie finally decided to move in together and found a small one storey house near Dustin’s, you didn't want to leave your friends and family behind so you both stayed in the area.

Roxanne Munson was born on October 1991. You both settled on the name after your favorite metal band’s drummer, Roxanne ‘Roxy’ Petrucci from Vixen. You weren't surprised when you found out you were pregnant, there were times you and Eddie have unprotected sex but you were worried about his reaction. 

Eddie found your pregnancy test on the bathroom sink one night after he came home from work. You started to hear him sniff behind the closed door, and you knocked.

You were greeted by a smiling Eddie with tears streaming down his face.

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Eddie decided to surprise you and ask an important question on your birthday today. He had it all planned out, he called Nancy the night before and instructed her to take you shopping and told the rest of your friends to come over before you arrive at 5PM.

He aggressively mixes the batter, the metal whisk clanking loudly as it hits the bowl. He pours it to the pan and place it in the oven. He looks back and see Roxy who’s covered in flour rubbing her sticky hands together, giggling at the feeling of the batter on her skin. Her nose scrunches as she finds amusement on the mixture as it stimulates her developing senses.

Eddie loves his daughter’s quirks and actions because they’re the same as yours. The nose scrunches, putting strands of hair behind both ears when shy, running fingers over his fluffy hair when lying down together, swaying back and forth when asking for something and more.

Eddie chuckles as he picks up the toddler and looks over at the clock, “oh my god, it’s 4! our friends will come over soon and your mom in an hour” he panics. Roxy stares at him, tilting her head in confusion. He rushes to the bathroom and quickly clean her up.

Loud frantic stomps followed by soft slow ones can be heard in the household. Eddie was moving from one place to another with Roxy behind him and made sure everything was set, the adrenaline from excitement and anxiety are taking over him. He kept gripping on his left pocket, making sure that the small velvet box was still in there.

The doorbell suddenly rings, followed by a loud ding from the oven. He takes a few steps to the door and quickly turned his heel to the kitchen - he didn’t know where to go first, he’s too overwhelmed and over the edge right now.

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You and Nancy walk towards your doorstep, bags in both your hands. You bought clothes for Roxy, she quickly outgrows the ones at home. Time just flies by so fast and how much you wish it would slow down or just stop - you didn’t want your little girl to grow up.

You unlock the door and expected Eddie and Roxy to holler over you but your home’s oddly quiet. Your eyes roam around and still no sign of the two, “Eddie? Roxy?” you call as you step in.

“Mama!” a high-pitched voice erupts from somewhere you can’t identify.

Eddie smacks his forehead, she got excited when she heard your comforting and sweet voice. Her eyes lit up and tried to break free from his hold, so he quickly stood up and whisper-yelled “now!”.

“Surprise!” your friends shout as they come out of their hiding spots.

You jump back, your heart racing, startled by their loud voices. You sigh and smile as they start singing you happy birthday. Eddie comes out of the kitchen with Roxy on his hip and a poorly decorated cake on his free hand. You heart immediately melts as they approach you, Roxy was even trying to sing along but could only follow on the “to you” part of the song.

You blow out the candle after they sing and start the celebration.

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The sun has already set and your daughter’s already fast asleep, leaving you and the rest to have a couple of drinks. You all sit around the table, your head resting on Eddie’s shoulder as Steve talks about Robin finally finding a girlfriend. You cheer for her, she smiles as her eyes gets glossy. Even if she can’t go public about it because many still do not agree in same-sex relationships, she’s still thankful to have you all, a loving and accepting family.

Eddie excuses himself and head towards the bathroom. He closes the door and starts to hop around the bathroom - he’s warming himself up and shake off his nervousness away, he’s finally gonna ask you to be his wife.

He takes one last look on the mirror and point at his reflection, “you got this”.

He steps out and does a small nod to Max, signaling her to make your friends quiet as it’s finally time. They all fall silent and Eddie approaches you - his hands sweating, his airway starting to feel tight. “Y/N?”

You face him and stand up, you already feel something’s up by the looks of him, “are you alright?” you ask warily. 

“Yeah I-I’m more than alright actually. J-just nervous”

“I-I’ve been meaning to ask you something” he adds, your eyebrows furrow in confusion. “We’ve known each other for like 13 years now - middle school, and been together for 9, s-since sophomore year. And at that time, I’ve already been dreaming about being with you for the rest of my life - to spend and do everything with you. And-and having Roxy just made that dream stronger. You make everything so much better, God you’re so amazing Y/N”

He starts to kneel down and takes the black velvet box he’s been keeping the whole day from his pocket. He opens it and a beautiful ring with an exquisite oval shaped diamond on the center. You gasp and start to cry, “now, will you marry me and finally be Y/N Munson?” he asks. You sob loudly and nod, the word couldn't come out of your mouth - you're over the fucking moon.

Eddie puts the ring on your finger and gives you kiss. Everyone was cheering for you both and you quickly ask them to tone it down a little bit because Roxy might wake up. Jonathan takes his camera out and takes a picture of you and Eddie. Today’s a memorable day for you all.

“I love you Eddie” you say as you look into your soon to be husband. 

“I love you too” he reply. You lean closer to him and bring your lips to his ear, “what do you say about you know, having a little Ozzy this time?”

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[bratkook]

almost. (m) jjk.

not yet, almost, right now

pairing. jungkook x reader genre. fluff, baby angst, smut word count. 6.4k warnings. two idiots!!, pining, masturbation (m. and f.), use of vibrator, accidental voyeurism?,  more feelings come to light!! summary. jungkook tries to be the best wingman he could be in your new venture after your breakup. he could do it, right? note. part two of not yet, some more feelings are exposed, please don’t hate oc she is but a pendeja that doesn’t see the obvious feelings jungkook has but she has good intentions i promise<3 there will most likely be a final part,,if you guys are into it lmao okie bye

The cool summer breeze flows around you as you’re sitting under the shade, eyes focused on the chaos of runny yolk and hashbrowns that is your breakfast. Jungkook on the other hand, is focused on you. His signature yellow shades block out the sun reflecting from passing cars, concealing his eyes just enough for you to not see him blatantly staring at you while you stuff your face. 

The charmed smile he has falters slightly when you look directly at him, hashbrown lingering by your lip as you repeat his name. “Sorry, what?”

Your brows come together as you smile at his zoned out state, something you had grown fond of in the years of knowing him, always enjoying the small dazed look that graced his face whenever he was lost in his thoughts. His lips push out slightly in question, curious eyes wondering just what you could have been asking him. 

“I was saying that I think I’m giving up on crushes and love.” You say it so easily, mind made up as you grin at him before continuing to shovel hashbrowns into your mouth, only pausing to take a sip of your iced coffee. 

Jungkook tries his best to seem unaffected, nodding along in interest as he takes a steady bite of his own food. “Really?”

“Yeah,” you sigh, taking a look around at the people surrounding you: friends having breakfast together and snapping photos, couples feeding each other food with smiles on their faces, a lone man with his dog perched on the seat across from his while he worked on his computer. You briefly wonder if all of them, even the dog, have better luck with love than you do. 

“I think I’m cursed,” you continue. “All of my exes have been assholes, and I’ve always been too blind to see it until it’s over and I’m left crying over Ryan Gosling and Rachel McAdams.”

“Maybe you’re just looking for love in the wrong places,” Jungkook shrugs, internally screaming because he’s who you should be looking at if you wanted love. 

Not to toot his own horn, but Jungkook liked to think he was a good guy, a great boyfriend even. His previous track record of relationships could attest to that, all of them ending on mutual terms, still friendly and civil with each other. He’s almost certain if there was a Yelp page for him it would be at least 4.5 stars with comments raving about how great he is, even little anecdotal touches about how he always gave away his hoodies or offered to cook breakfast. 

He was a god damn catch, why couldn’t you see that?

“Maybe prince charming is a lot closer than you think,” he grumbles out, stabbing his omelette with a little more force than necessary, fork clanking against the plate. And when you gasp in realization he freezes, slowly looking back up at you and seeing the way your eyes widen. 

“Wait, maybe you’re right!” Your hand shoots across the table, gripping onto his forearm and it sends a shock throughout him, skin tingling at your touch. “You know that coffee shop below our building? That cute barista always puts a heart next to my name. Do you think I should ask for his number?”

Jungkook blinks once, slowly twirls his fork in his hand and blinks again before staring up at the sky, mentally asking why he couldn’t just go out and say it. “Hm, I don’t think you should.“

With a defeated sigh you retract your hand, slumping back into your seat and grabbing your iced coffee once more, stirring the straw and ice around as you nod. “True. What if he feels obligated to give it to me just because he doesn’t want to get fired in case I go all Karen on his ass.”

That wasn’t why Jungkook had said not to, but sure, that works too, so he hums along. 

“I bet he draws hearts on all the other girls cups too.” You huff, playfully wiping a tear under your eye with a smile. 

“I’ve actually—“

“You know what I—“

You both freeze mid sentence, Jungkook’s cheeks tinted a light pink as he stutters on his words, wide eyes staring at you as if he had caught himself before you cut him off. But as you’re about to tell him to go on, he waves you off and urges you to speak first. 

“I was just gonna say that maybe I should go through that wild phase people usually go through after breakups.”

He sets his silverware down on the plate and sips his water, giving you an odd look. “Wild phase? Like you wanna dye your hair red and get bangs?”

“No,” you cackle, ruffling a hand through your own hair as you picture yourself with that combination. “I should just go out and hook up with people. I feel like I’ve either been in a relationship or entirely single, so it could be fun right?”

“Uh, maybe...” he trails off, rolling his lips together in thought, not exactly fond of hearing you say that when he had felt the confession about to roll off his tongue. He takes a slow breath, trying to see this from a neutral point, the point of a supportive friend wanting to help you get over a breakup. 

“How do you go about it?”

“Me?” he chokes, pointing at his chest as if there was magically some other person you could be addressing. 

“Yes, you. Need I remind you, we share a wall between our beds.” You roll your eyes, but the smile on your face shows that you’re speaking of this lightly, not entirely annoyed by the fact that you had heard Jungkook during his own fair share of hook ups. 

He’s not ashamed of it, but considering he never really brought up being able to hear you, he thought you’d pretend to never hear him. It wasn’t too often that he had a girl over, the number of hookups only increasing after you got with Hajoon and loosely cut ties with Jungkook. But from what you had heard—and seen thanks to your nosey self looking through peep holes once they left—it was very rarely the same girl. 

So to you, Jungkook was a pro at the art of hookups. 

“Right, sorry,” he grimaces, a sheepish smile on his lips as he wonders just how many times his activities kept you up at night. 

“It’s fine, consider us even.” A teasing laugh follows your statement, enjoying the flustered look on his face, how his cheeks get even darker in embarrassment. Jungkook was used to the two of you talking like this, neither of you having a filter especially when it came to sexual aspects, but he hadn’t had a conversation like this since before you got with Hajoon. It would take some getting used to again. 

“So, give me the tips. Where do you find people?”

Jungkook leans back into his chair, arms stretching out on either side of him, short sleeves of his black tee bunching up and revealing more of his tattoos and the rippling of his muscles. With a small laugh he rakes his hand through his fluffy hair, giving you a small smile. “Honestly? Anywhere. I’ve gotten girl’s numbers at the gym and at coffee shops, but bars are the best bet for something quick.”

“Ugh, fuck you and your pretty privilege.” 

“What?” he guffaws, smiling wide and showing you his adorable smile as he laughs loudly, not caring about the attention he draws to your table. He doesn’t even realize how the table full of girls is now trying to discreetly stare at him, because his eyes are on you. You see it though, and it further proves your point. “What the hell is pretty privilege?”

Your wild hands gesture towards him, a look of disbelief on your face as you do so. “You! Of course girls line up to hand you their number, have you seen yourself? Pretty privilege,” you jab your fork at him in time with your final words, a smirk on your glossy lips. 

Jungkook feels his confidence grow at your casual compliment, tongue prodding at his cheek as he stares down at his food, trying not to smile too hard. You thought he was pretty, that was a win in his book. 

“C’mon,” he teases, foot gently nudging your leg underneath the table. “You could totally score someone's number. Plus there's always apps if you just wanna test the water.”

You give your plate a contemplated stare, “Sure, how hard could it be?”

Admittedly, the answer to that question was: not hard at all. You had met all your previous boyfriends in person, through mutual friends or shared classes back in college, never once dipping your toe into the world of Tinder or Bumble. Who knew all it would take was a couple of selfies and the strategic body shot to have boys circling around you like some new-age, slightly filthier version of rapunzel. 

Jungkook knew though, not at all shocked by how quickly you get a match the following day when he’s at your place. His eyes are focused on the screen in front of him, helping you beat a level in your favorite game that you had been stuck on. But the second you gasp as if you’ve won the lottery, he pauses the game entirely and gives you an odd look. 

“What?”

His answer comes in the form of your phone thrusted in his direction, lit up screen displaying your profile picture and the one of the boy you had just matched with. Jung Hoseok. Jungkook’s eyes narrow as he reads the name, trying to remember it in case he somehow had a friend in common that knew all the dirt on him. 

He has a similar pair of yellow shades on his own head, thicker black rims around them and a charming smile on his face. Jungkook chuckles to himself. Yellow shades? How original. 

“What do I say?” you question, eyes looking nervous as you wiggle the phone in his face. The small white bar beneath your match urges you to start a conversation, and coming up with the right words to say makes you overthink it all. 

“Just say hi and tack on some cute emoji. It’s not that hard,” he laughs, pushing the phone back at you. Jungkook knew you could start the message off any way you wanted and this Jung Hoseok would eat it right up. How could he not, the alluring smile in your profile photo would draw anyone in. 

“Okay, I did it.” Your phone is instantly locked and chucked aside in an attempt to be forgotten, choosing to grab the remote out of Jungkook’s hands for another distraction. It only lasts a brief second before you’re killed by the boss Jungkook was trying to defeat. 

“Really?” Jungkook huffs, yanking the remote back into his hands, needing a distraction himself. He was still trying to wrap his head around the fact that you were searching for a fuck buddy while he sat beside you. How crazy would it be if he suggested being your fuck buddy, offered to help you through this so called wild phase you were searching for. 

No. That’s not what he wants. 

Would he enjoy it? Sure. But he could already imagine how much worse his heart would hurt if his feelings came to light and yours were non-existent. That is if you’d even agree to it. 

“Relax, he’s probably thinking of what to reply.”

You make a noise of disagreement, fingers itching to unlock your device to see if it was true, slowly inching towards it until you finally grab it and go back onto the app. Jungkook just chuckles as he goes back to helping you with your game, not wanting to look at you as you giggle at your device. He could already imagine what this guy was telling you for you to turn into a giddy mess not even two minutes in. 

He tunes it all out, eyes focused on the screen, fingers gripping the remote with a little more force than needed. His concentration helps him though, finally passing the level you’ve been stuck on for the past two weeks. 

“You’re welcome,” he sighs, making a show of stretching out and sending you a smile, having it falter slightly when he sees your eyes still focused on the screen of your phone. With a frown he looks back at the television, saving the game before turning it off altogether. 

Once he gets up from the couch, making his way over to the media console to store the remotes, is when you look up at him. “You’re right, this is easy!”

Jungkook doesn’t feel the usual pride that comes with being right, but the cheerful look on your face prevents him from feeling salty. Coming back towards the couch, he sits beside you once more, facing you as he rests his elbow on the back cushion to lean on. “Told you so.”

He keeps that same smile on his face as you mention how quick Hoseok was to ask you out on a date, even as you bring up the fact that this date would be at his place, and Jungkook could decipher netflix and chill any way some greasy boy tried to conceal it. 

“I hope he knows I don’t want anything serious,” you mumble, chewing on your fingernail as you scroll through the messages. 

Jungkook could almost laugh at how blissfully unaware you were of the piranha infested water that was the great sea of Tinder. Of course this yellow sunglass wearing wannabe version of him knows you don’t want anything serious, why else would he be so quick to invite you over with the cheeky excuse to watch movies. 

All he can do is shrug as he stares at you, lips pressed together in an effort to not say something that would totally ruin everything. Instead, Jungkook does everything he can to be the best version of a wingman you could get. He tells you the ins and outs of hookups, how you should definitely not text him the minute you leave his place and tell him you had fun, don’t talk about anything super personal involving family or your work, and if he doesn’t offer to go down on you but expects a blowjob he’s a loser. 

It’s solid advice that you mentally jot down, subjecting him to further questions your mind comes up with and even asking him for help on an outfit via text the night of your hangout with Jung Hoseok. 

Jungkook stares at the photos for a little too long if he’s being honest. They weren’t spectacular selfies that you had taken much effort for, their sole purpose being showing off the outfit, but the way you look so focused as you snapped the shot had him zooming into your face and smiling like an idiot. When you double text him with a long line of question marks he snaps out of it, deciding on the second option you picked of mom jeans and a cropped shirt. Cute and casual, and definitely something Jungkook preferred, but he’d never tell you that. 

When you finally text him a thumbs up and tell him you’re on your way out he just hearts the message before locking his device and trudging to the living room. It’s not often that he wallows in self pity, spacing those days out so far he barely remembers them. But they usually went exactly like this, ordering a large meat lovers pizza with extra cheese, drinking far too many Mike’s hard lemonade—because despite how much they made his stomach hurt they were tasty so he didn’t care—and binge watching his comfort show: Modern Family. 

But even as he sulks on his couch, practically sinking into the cushions with horrible posture and a slice of pizza resting on his chest, he can’t find it in himself to chuckle at Cam and Mitch’s usual banter. He’s too busy thinking about which movie you’re currently watching, if you were watching it. Who’s Jungkook kidding though, you were totally getting your guts rearranged right now. 

Taking an aggressive bite out of the crust he frowns and raises the volume up on his television, attempting to drown the mocking voice in his head calling him a loser for not admitting to his feelings. He knew this, knew he should have said something when he wanted to at breakfast, but Jungkook was afraid that if he confessed as you were talking about hooking up, that you’d see him as taking advantage of a situation instead of being genuine. I mean who wouldn’t? You say you want something casual and suddenly he’s spilling his heart out and you’re supposed to believe he’s not some pig trying to butter you up. He didn’t want to get labeled as a creepy neighbor after the good times you’ve had. 

“So stupid,” he grumbles to himself as he takes another swig, the last drops of the alcohol hitting his tongue with a tangy aftertaste. As he sits up to place the empty bottle onto his coffee table his muscles ache, neck stiff from the unfortunate position it had been subjected to for the last three hours. With a small huff he’s rolling his shoulders, reaching for his discarded phone to see the time—and also check if you’d sent him some SOS text—but he finds nothing besides the bright numbers indicating that it was nearing midnight.

In true pity party day fashion, he doesn’t even bother cleaning up after his mess, just tossing the dirty dishes into the sink to be washed tomorrow when he would force himself to be in a better mood. Instead, he grabs a water and his phone and waddles into his bedroom. 

The moonlight illuminates the space enough for him to keep the light switch off, undressing from his crumb covered sweats and shirt, choosing to remain in his boxers as he slipped under the cold duvet. The sheets feel fresh against his hot cheeks, flush from the alcohol, cooling him down and making his body relax. 

Jungkook knows he should sleep, needing to be up early tomorrow for work, but he can’t stop his mind from wandering into dangerous territory. His buzzed brain has no qualms imagining exactly what you were doing right now, wondering if you’d be the type to act shy at a guy’s house for the first time, if you’d initiate the first move or not. Jungkook had only seen it up close once under the flash of strobe lights and the haze of alcohol, but he can still picture the soft smile on your face before you go in for a kiss, and he grumbles under his breath when he realizes that he wouldn’t be the one kissing you tonight. 

What he doesn’t know, is that you wouldn’t be the one getting kissed tonight either. The Jung Hoseok you had perceived through Tinder, assuming he was all casual and DTF with his netflix and chill suggestion, had been anything but. What you thought would be a steamy night, ended up becoming a nice dinner and comedy watched, morphing into some version of game night where you discovered he was a little too competitive than you were used to. The only action you got was a kiss to your cheek as he walked you to your car and a promise for another date. A promise you would not be keeping. 

So as Jungkook lays in bed while his thoughts turn into some fantasy of you moaning out his name, you shuffle into your bedroom and slip into your pajamas with a defeated sigh. You had already texted your best friend telling her what a bust tonight had been, deciding to just tell Jungkook all about it tomorrow because you knew he was most likely fast asleep now. And as you settle under your own covers, inches away from Jungkook with only a wall seperating you, you decide to just call it a night and pretend it never happened. 

Just as you shut your eyes, nuzzling into your pillow, you hear the first moan come from behind the wall. A small cry of despair escapes you as you bury your face into your sheets, tugging them up and over your head to block the sound of Jungkook getting some action the same night you had been left high and dry. Of course he would, assuming you’d be getting the same treatment at your date's place, why wouldn’t he take advantage of your absence and not have to muffle his partner’s moans the way he usually did. 

You’re just going to ignore it, until you hear a moan that sounds strangely like your own name. Maybe it's wishful thinking on your part, your horny brain deciding to pretend that Jungkook was calling for you instead of whoever he was with. It might be a little wrong for you to have that fantasy of your neighbor, but you aren’t blind. He’s hot, and adorably sweet, the perfect package for any girl he tried to swoon. And judging by the cries you’ve heard of lucky girls prior, you know he was good in bed. 

You’re just desperate now. That’s the excuse you tell yourself as you slowly settle onto your back, feeling your body warm up when you focus on his muffled groans, desperate and needy. As your hand slowly slides down your shirt, you shut your eyes, biting down onto your lip to muffle any sound you could make when your fingers slip underneath your pants and past your underwear. 

Jungkook on the other hand doesn’t care about his volume. His boxers are tugged down his thighs, knees bent as he slowly ruts into his sticky palm. His hand is tacky with the lube he had messily squirted on, thick cock glistening in the light coming in from his window. He can’t look away from it, mouth dropped open as he groans, imagining it was your hand tightly wrapped around him, your spit covering his cock instead of that strawberry flavored lube. 

“Ah fuck,” he moans, shutting his eyes and throwing his head back onto his soft pillows when his thumb rubs along his slit. It continues to leak beads of precum, quickly wiped away to join the mess on his cock when his hand slides back down and squeezes along his base. 

You hear that loud and clear, and when the female voice you’re expecting never follows, you realize he must be taking care of himself. It makes you feel a little less guilty now as your fingers trail along your slit, collecting the slick coating your folds before you softly circle your clit. A choked gasp fills the air at the small sensation, your body already wired after having expected to get some action tonight; it totally had nothing to do with your hot neighbor jacking off inches away from you. 

With your eyes fluttering shut, you strain your ears to make out any other noise, muffling your own groans with a hand pressed against your mouth. The bed creaks lightly underneath you as you roll your hips into your hand, getting into a smooth rhythm that makes your body buzz. 

Slowly, your imagination runs wild, and you wonder just what Jungkook was thinking of as he did this. Was he watching some porn as he did it, using his own filthy thoughts to push himself to ecstacy, or was this just something he needed to do to be able to sleep? 

“Shit, so good,” he groans out, voice raspy, but you can sense his desperation through the drywall. It’s what has you sinking a single digit into your drenched entrance, biting down onto your lower lip when you feel the glide of your walls as you start to thrust into yourself, easing in another and mewling at the slight stretch. 

Jungkook would absolutely give his left leg to know what your pussy felt like, he didn’t even care how disgusting he sounded by admitting that to himself, it was true. Blame it on the hard lemonade that made his stomach ache and his mind unfiltered, but he could almost visualize how you’d look above him, could practically feel the warmth of your core wrapped around him, dripping down his length as he fucked into you. 

He knows you’re loud in bed, never being one to conceal your cries of pleasure and he would die happy to hear his name come out of your mouth as you creamed his cock. But for now, his hand would have to do. 

His lids feel too heavy, jaw slack as the pleasure flows through his body. The wet squelch of his palm fills the room, mingling with his pants and groans, air growing thick around him. It’s been a while since Jungkook had jacked off, and even longer since he’d been able to do it shamelessly in bed without the fear of you hearing him, but now that he thought you were gone he can’t find it in himself to cover his mouth or groan into his pillows like he usually did. 

The pent up frustration fogs up his mind, cranks the lust up to 11 until his free hand is gripping his sheets beside him, bed frame creaking as his thrusts speed up. The thuds of his headboard hitting the wall come from behind you, a choked moan blending in with it, and it has you scrambling for your bedside drawer. 

The pajamas you wear get yanked off your legs and tossed aside after you grab your trusty vibrator, settling onto your back once more with huff. All it takes is a press of a button for the device to come to life, buzzing in your hand as you trail it up your thighs. A gasp escapes you when you pass it over your mound, brushing against your clit and sending a jolt of pleasure through you. 

“Oh my god,” you whimper when you finally press the vibrating head directly onto your sensitive clit, legs spreading further apart as you increase the intensity. You could clearly hear the raise in Jungkook’s moans, and that's when the first irrational thought pops into your mind. 

How easy would it be for you to head over to his place and deal with both of your problems. Surely Jungkook wouldn’t have an issue with you offering to suck his dick, wouldn’t mind letting you sink down onto him if it was just a friendly favor. 

The little devil on your shoulder tells you it would be mutually beneficial, urging you to get up and walk to Jungkook’s with the vibrator still in your hand, but you can’t. This alone felt like enough of a dirty secret, a secret you’d have absolutely no problem keeping because although you feel slightly ashamed, you couldn’t deny how turned on you are. 

The flashes of all the times you’ve heard Jungkook with other people play in your mind, the screams of his name that he tried to muffle, pleas for him to go faster, the resounding smack of his palm on flesh that always left you wide eyed when you heard it. And you start to wonder if maybe you’d be into that, the feeling of his large tattooed hand connecting with your ass, gently tapping against your cheek for you to open up for his cock. 

That fantasy is like the first ember needed to start the fire inside of you, spreading uncontrollably until you’re bucking into your vibrator, teeth biting down on your lip to keep any potential moans of his name from slipping out. 

“Fuck, fuck,” he chants, the same fire burning within him. Maybe your minds are linked telepathically, his thoughts gravitating to the same filthy fantasy you had. Jungkook was very much an ass man, knowing very well how good your butt looked in jeans from how often he stared at it, he could only imagine how good it would look as he fucked you from behind. Picturing the way it would bounce back from the force of his thrusts, eyes glued to the way you’d soak his cock, mimicking the tightness of your walls with a firm grip of his palm. 

Jungkook can sense his orgasm approaching, leaves his chest feeling tight as he pants, legs gliding along his sheets for leverage to continue fucking into his hand. You’re not far off either, vibrator set to the highest setting you can practically feel your bones rattling, free hand slipped under your shirt as you pinch at your pebbled nipples. You’re both on the brink of falling over the edge, the same question playing in your mind: where would you want Jungkook to cum?

As his moans get breathier, whiny in a way you’d never imagine them to be, you mentally decide that you’d want him to cum inside of you, wanting to see the way his cute face would twist up in pleasure as he filled you up. Jungkook hopes you would, throwing all responsible thinking aside for that sweet moment of ecstasy and the mental picture is enough to finally push him over. 

“Ah shit, baby,” he cries out in his room—thankfully having half the mind to not cry out your name as he came—eyes rolling back as his cock twitches in his palm, ribbons of cum splashing onto his stomach and chest. The warmth hits his skin, more droplets continuing to leak out as his palm milks his orgasm, stomach hiccuping and back arching from the stimulation. 

The choked moan is what has your own orgasm washing over you, your palm slapping over your mouth so hard you know you’ll feel the ache later but you don’t care. A muffled gasp blends with the buzzing of your toy, thighs tensing up as your body tingles and writhes around on your sheets. 

The only thing you can think of is Jungkook, the charming smile he’d give you when he listened to you rant about anything, his annoying habit of rolling up his sleeves to show off his muscles, the cute scowl on his face whenever you managed to beat him at Mario Kart, and the soft feeling of his alcohol coated lips on yours. It leaves you feeling warm as your orgasm flows through you, lying limp on the bed as you mewl at the sensitivity. 

When you realize your thoughts have strayed from ‘pure sexy Jungkook fantasyland’, and switched over to ‘Jeon Jungkook your adorable neighbor’, your eyes go wide, finger immediately going to turn off the vibrator. In your haste to shut it off, you click the wrong button, changing the pulsing settings and nearly screaming when the device starts to buzz erratically against your overly sensitive clit. 

With a strained gasp you yank it away from yourself, turn it off and throw it aside, horribly miscalculating the size of your bed and watching in horror as it lands on the floor with a loud thud. The complete silence from both sides makes the noise sound deafening, and all you can do is sit on your bed, half naked, and hope Jungkook is still too busy basking in his post orgasm bliss to hear the bang. 

Although the blood is still pumping in his ears, he heard the thud clearly. His heart stops in his chest as he lays there, too scared to breathe in case he’d somehow make too much noise, suddenly afraid of being too loud after he had just made a show of himself. Jungkook slowly sits himself up, grimacing at the stickiness on his stomach before pressing his ear against his headboard to try to hear anything else. 

All you want to do is yank the covers over yourself and go to sleep, pretend your horrendous date and your dirty thoughts about your friend never happened. The sobering mentality that comes after an orgasm settles into you, leaving you staring at the floor with a crease between your brows as you wonder what the hell came over you. 

When Jungkook hears nothing else, he sighs in relief, hauling himself out of bed to grab another pair of underwear before entering his bathroom to clean up. As he stares at his own reflection in the mirror, he frowns at how pathetic he feels. The throbbing headache of his earlier drinks is already starting to kick in, body now sweaty from exertion, stomach covered in his cum. 

“Such a loser,” he grumbles out, grabbing a wad of tissues to wipe away the mess on his skin before walking back out. Here he was, getting off to the thought of you, while you were out having your post-breakup wild phase. 

His hands grab his phone as he reaches his nightstand, flopping back onto the bed and unlocking the device. It’s now one in the morning, and you still hadn’t text him, which either meant you were having the time of your life, or Jungkook had to track down this Jung Hoseok. The slightly protective side of him won’t allow him to sleep until he hears back from you, fingers already typing out a message and hitting send. 

Jungkook 1:23am : you safe or am i gonna have to go all Liam Neeson on this guy?

When your phone vibrates on your nightstand you gasp, grabbing it before it could make any more noise. Seeing Jungkook’s name flash on the screen makes your blood run cold, already imagining what the text could be: calling you dirty for getting off on him, making fun of you, telling you to come ove—no stop that. 

Finally mustering up the courage, you open it up, a small laugh spilling out as you read his message, relief flooding through you as you realize that meant he thought you were still with Hoseok. 

Y/N 1:26am : oh yeah, you gonna show him your very particular set of skills? lol

Y/N 1:26am : i just got home though

Y/N 1:26am : like right now

Y/N 1:26am : still sitting in my living room

Y/N 1:27am : haha

He laughs at your string of texts, something you hear as he settles into bed. Jungkook ebbs away the small feeling of jealousy in his chest, trying to see the silver lining of this. You weren’t rushing to tell him anything about your date which meant it either went so good you wanted to keep it to yourself, or it was subpar and you wouldn’t be seeing this yellow sunglass wearing copycat again. 

Jungkook 1:29am : glad you got home safe, goodnight y/n!

Sending back a goodnight text, you lock your phone and slide deeper into bed, pulling the sheets up to your chin as you stare at the ceiling. You already know the only thing you’ll be dreaming about is your cute neighbor with a bunny smile and body proportions that contradicted it. And as Jungkook lays in bed, wondering if he’ll have to push the crush aside, you’re barely coming to terms with the fact that the small glowing feeling that came with being around him might be something else. 

Every single one of your interactions gets rewinded and played back like a seamless montage, remembering just how many almost moments there was between you. The way his eyes would flash down to your lips whenever you playfully argued on your couch, hands yanking the remotes from his in a game of tug of war that left you way too close in the heat of the moment. How he’d let you braid his hair anytime you found a new youtube tutorial, his starry eyes staring at you with so much adoration it made your stomach flip, brushing it off as love for a friend. 

Then came the jokes from your friends, constantly teasing you about Jungkook, playfully saying they would try to sleep with him just because they liked the scowl on your face, and how quickly you tried to play it off. How the sweet old lady from the convenience store downstairs always assumed you were dating when you came in together, the low jab she sent when you walked in with Hajoon and she said she preferred you with Jungkook. That argument had been one of the ones that left him bolting out of your apartment with a nasty slam of the door, spewing nasty words at you, calling you blind for not seeing it and dumb for acting like you had no idea what he was talking about. 

And for the first time, you come to the sudden realization that Hajoon was right. His deep set insecurities about Jungkook had stemmed from scraps of the truth, not just from him but from you too. The amount of times you’d find a way to slide Jungkook’s name into a conversation about anything, telling him funny stories about him, too lost in thought to see that while you were giggling as you reminisce, he was staring at you in disbelief. 

The final thought that makes you want a blackhole to swallow you up, comes in the form of you, grabbing Jungkook’s face before planting a kiss on his unsuspecting lips at the club. You want to scream into your pillow as you recall it, how he had almost leaned back in to kiss you again before you had sobered him up with your dumb question rooted in revenge. 

“Oh my god, I’m such a bitch.” you whimper. Subjecting Jungkook to be your wingman, jokingly telling him he should be your fake boyfriend more often, asking him for tips with hook ups. If everyone else could see it but you, he probably thought you were purposely friendzoning him. 

The guilt piles on top of you as you start to piece together every moment that flew over your head, only making you bury yourself deeper into your sheets. It makes your heart twist, taking note of how Jungkook was always so quick to put a smile on his face despite how naive you were to it all, wondering if maybe it was too late to try to make something of this now. How many times could you call Jungkook ‘bro’ and treat him like you didn’t see him romantically, before he decided there was no hope for him anymore. 

So as you force yourself to sleep, nerves and uncertainty weighing heavy on your mind, Jungkook snores away as he dreams of the almost moments that could have been.

[dilfartist]

How gross.

You wiped the drool from your cheek and brushed it on your pants. Rubbing the sleep from your eyes you looked for the time.

The alarm clock on the dresser next to the bed shined 8:00, it was dinner time but you decided to stay in your room. For the last week you’ve been inside your room, you didn’t dare come out, which had worried all of your family members.

Everyone was worried, your mother, your grandfather, hell even Jotaro was worried, and you felt as if he hadn’t loved or cared about you at all. You didn’t mind just staying in your room. You had a bathroom, Tv, and a couple of items that would keep you from being bored. Though you wish you could interact with someone you wouldn’t, Stubbornness was the reason.

You were too stubborn to forgive anyone, your family thought you’d apologize to your grandfather for the venous words you had said, they thought you’d admit that you had been overreacting: You weren’t. Your family members often try and convince you to leave your room they sounded like they genuinely missed you.

Behind the doorframe, they’d all talk about something, their conversations were different.

Jotaro would scold you about how worried everyone was about you, how you were being selfish. Your grandfather told you about his day, funny things he had experienced, and many apologies that seemed truthful. The only person who was allowed into the room was your mother.

A small tap is placed against the wooden door: Speak of the Devil. “Y/n, mommy’s coming in, alright.” your mother’s gentle whispers filled your ears. The door cracked open, Holly slowly peaked her head into the room, the lights from the hallway illuminated her features. “Dinner is ready.” her foot opened the door wider, allowing her to enter with a tray of food.

Holly walks towards you, “I made your favorite tonight. Comfort soup!” she cheered showing the bowl. From the smell, you could already taste the creamy soup sliding down your throat. Comfort soup was a dish your mother would make when you were upset or sick. She kneeled by your side and placed the tray on your lap. “You haven’t eaten comfort soup in a long time.” she chuckles, “it must be refreshing to finally eat your favorite dish.”

Holly looked around the dingy room: Your room was trashed. Dirty clothes were placed into a corner of your room, trash was laid on the floor, and the last few day’s dinners sat on your nightstand. Holly let out a gasp, “Y/n! You haven’t eaten. This is all the dinners I’ve made for the past week! You’ll starve at this rate!”

”I haven’t been hungry.” your answer was simple and not very detailed.

“No. That excuse won’t work for me!” your mother pouted with furrowed brows. She grabs the bowl of hot soup and grabs the spoon you held. “I’ll have to feed you!” she dips the spoon into the best bowl scooping it up. She holds the spoon in the center of your mouth, “say ahh.” This was humiliating. She was treating you like a small child. “No.” You pushed the spoon away.

She gave you a sorrowful expression, “if you eat we can talk about last week.”

She hadn’t dared talk about what had happened last week. She hated talking about family fights, she had never had any fights between her and your dad, so talking about last week was something unusual. You slowly opened your mouth allowing her to feed you. She begins to spoon-feed you as you would a baby. “Papa says you got into an argument at dinner, however, I have no clue what you fought over.”

“It was about me running away.” you ate another bite of the soup. She nods, she had been very clingy after your runway. “He killed my boyfriend.” pain was laced in your slow words, it still was a hard topic to speak about for you. Your hand’s gripped the blanket you lay on, you didn’t want to cry in front of your mother. “I think papa was right. He wasn’t the one.” She gave you a blank stare.

“You left us for him. Papa knows best, and papa says he was a bad influence,” she spoke, the glass dishes clanked together placed them back onto the tray. “Papa wasn’t right harming him, but if it means you won’t leave again that’s all I care about.”

She stood from her kneeling position, “try to get some more rest, hun.” she kissed the top of your head.

[9tzuyu]

four months.

note: hiiiii! just trying to get into the groove again. i dont know what this is. the original prompt is below, however it did not turn out that way?¿ its kind of a mess, but fluffy i suppose. i hope you enjoy :>.

using my own experience so don’t think i hate poor people because i am those people </3

(also chapter 4 of children of tragedy will be out soon, i promise. ive just had awful writers block.)

+ thank you moli for proofreading so i dont have to. i love you.

warnings: none?

prompt: * reader used to be poor and stuff and w/n is like “you know you don’t have to get the cheapest things” and R covers it up and says “oh this is the brand i like, but w/n discovers hidden receipts and asks why they have a bunch of useless receipt and R is like “i was just tracking how much we spend....”

🏷 @natasha-danvers @midnight-lestrange @whatiziz @kermy48 @mycosmicparadise @peggycarter-steverogers @blackxwidowsxwife (lmk if you want off the tag list because ik i dont post as regularly as other writers, so im just going with people who have told me they want to be on my tag list in the past)

and lastly, for my baby @nermalina. its not really your genre per se [ i have a smut fic that i’ll dt you on ;)] however, accept this as a form of love.

it wasn’t so much that you were homeless and out on the streets, but you weren’t necessarily well off either. working as a waitress only got you far enough to pay your monthly rent and gas. somehow you managed to squeeze in a list of groceries.

every penny counted, you didn’t have room for mishaps or sick days. thats why you kept your budget small and a stash full of receipts on the kitchen bar.

natasha didn’t know about any of this though. you were sure she’d have you by the neck if she found out how long you’d been keeping your secret.

the redhead was generous, and no matter how many times you offered to pay for something she would never even dream of letting you. natasha insisted on it, and you were powerless to stop her.

it wasn’t until you tagged along with her on a trip to the grocery store when things began to unravel. she only needed a few things, nothing important.

but nat was quick to pick up on the fact that you continuously flipped every little thing you picked up to look at the price tag.

“here, it’s the cheapest one i could find.” you said, smiling as you handed her a cardboard box of pasta. natasha hummed, “you know you don’t have to get me the cheapest thing on the shelf.”

you bit your lip, eyes suddenly looking back at the shelf of different pasta boxes. “i know... it’s just- it’s my favorite brand.” natasha automatically knew you were lying by the way you began chewing on the inside of your lip.

she narrowed her eyes. “no it’s not.”

“huh?”

“you got this brand because it was the cheapest. you know i can afford more, which leads me to believe you do this out of habit.”

you shuffled uncomfortably under her gaze. “no, i just really like that brand.”

the sudden realization that she had never been to your place struck her.

“y/n?”

“yeah?”

“why don’t we go back to your apartment after this? we can just relax, watch a movie, do whatever you want.”

a mix of guilt and shame flooded your body. but damned if you didn’t still give it a try.

“my apartment’s a mess right now, you don’t want to see that.” you tried, offering a small, dry laugh in hopes of getting her off your back.

“you’re a terrible liar.”

“i’m not-”

“i picked you up from the park today, just like every other day. i’ve not once picked you up from your own apartment, so what are you hiding?”

when you didn’t give an answer, she tossed the cheapest box of pasta in her cart and walked away. you groaned as you watched natasha leave before catching up to her.

“okay, okay, we can go back to my apartment. just don’t judge me, alright?”

she smiled softly, “it wouldn’t even cross my mind.”

soon enough you began helping your girlfriend load her car with bags full of miscellaneous items. nothing needed to be refrigerated, so if natasha wanted to, she could stay at your apartment all day.

your leg bounced in the car as you gave her directions. but soon enough, after what felt like the longest fifteen minutes of your life, natasha pulled into a parking space right outside your door.

you silently cursed yourself for not renting a spot upstairs. at least then it would’ve prolonged the situation just a little bit longer.

natasha watched as you fumbled with your keys, your hands visibly shaking.

“fuck.” you mumbled after hearing the clank of metal hit the ground. you bent down to pick them up but natasha beat you to it.

“which key?” her voice was soft.

“the yellow one.”

the door swung open and you motioned for natasha to go before you.

it wasn’t bad, really. apart from the chipped brown walls, the lingering smell of cigarette smoke (you hated your neighbors for that), the broken windows, lack of space and furniture that was as good as the floor.

natasha noticed the windows first, a sense of protectiveness overpowering her. she didn’t like that you weren’t safe.

you went to offer her a water bottle, but she wasn’t paying attention. instead, she noticed the lack of food in your fridge, frowning when you tried to cover it up.

another few minutes of her silence went by and you couldn’t take it anymore.

“look, i know you’re rich. i know you like to have luxury brands and that you don’t have to worry about whether or not someone will break in and steal what little you have left. but that doesn’t give you any right to judge me. i’m sorry i don’t live up to your expectations.”

natasha licked her lips and leaned her back against the kitchen counter.

“how long have you lived like this?”

her question caught you off guard, but you managed to find an answer.

“i’ve always lived like this, nat.”

she nodded solemnly before abruptly turning around to look at what was inside your cabinets.

“what are you do-”

“you have no food.”

you sighed, “well yeah, i can’t really afford it.”

“and the receipts?”

natasha was met with a shrug. “have to keep track of everything somehow.”

she stared at you a minute longer before finding the exact words she wanted to say.

“i would never judge you, or anyone for that matter, on their living situation. i know people don’t always have a say in what or why things happen.” she paused. “but i don’t like knowing you go to sleep every night with broken windows practically inviting anyone to come in and intrude. i don’t like knowing all you have to eat is bread, canned fruit and grilled cheese sandwiches.”

you listened to her ramble on, still nervous about the fact that this was new to her.

“so come live with me.”

“natasha-”

“come live with me.”

you immediately shook your head. “no, no, no. nat don’t even-”

“i’m serious. you won't win this argument, y/n. let me take care of you. i don't mind picking you up and dragging you out of here myself if that’s what it takes.”

a sigh left your lips as you folded your arms across your chest. “natasha, i can’t have you do that. i’m okay, i promise.”

the redhead raised her eyebrow. “how many times have you gone to bed hungry? or let your car run on fumes for as long as you could? and how many times have you gone to work sick because you can’t afford to miss one single day?”

when natasha was met with no reply she moved closer to you, wrapping her arms around your waist, pulling you into her embrace.

“i know it’s only been four months but i don’t think i could ever forgive myself if something happened to you and i didn’t do enough to stop it.”

she kissed the side of your head, “let me take care of you.”