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[starkaabii]

They're lesbiabs your honor.

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Cherry | Juicy Fruit | Haechan [NSFW]

Lee Donghyuck (Haechan - NCT Dream)

Rating: M (18+) MDNI

Word Count: ~2.2k

Pairing: Haechan x AFAB!Reader

Genre: Reader-Insert, Smut, Established Relationship, Porn without Plot

!!This is smut…if that much isn't clear you should probably leave now!! MDNI!

Warnings: She/Her Pronouns used, Swearing, Kissing, Oral (F! Receiving), Couch Sex, Unprotected Sex (Don’t!!)

Summary: It all started with a cherry stem…

Author's Note: This series was supposed to be of drabbles, but as you can see by the word count, that didn't happen.

This is only vaguely based off of Smoothie…I say this because I got the idea for a fruit theme, but past that its unrelated.

🍉 Mark 🍉

🍇 Renjun 🍇

🍌 Jeno 🍌

🍑 Jaemin 🍑

🍓 Chenle 🍓

🍍 Jisung 🍍

Revised (1/31/25)

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"Do cherries come from the same trees as the flowers?" Your boyfriend is holding one of the red fruits by the stem. It spins back and forth in the air with prompting from his fingertips, another one being chewed in his mouth. You can hear the pit clacking against his teeth as he sucks it clean.

"I don't think so…" You wonder what prompted the question, only briefly glancing up from your phone at him. You’re sitting at your kitchen table to eat. You’ve been looking over the different delivery menus spread across the surface and you’re scrolling through your phone to see who’s open. Not only is it past normal meal hours, which is normally not too much of an issue, it’s some kind of political holiday that only old people care about. The only problem is that most of the people that’ll make the food you want are said old people. It’s also more of something for families, not young couples who do a lot of the baby-making practice but with not intended end product.

"Okay, this place is only open for fifteen more minutes so they're out." You take the noodle menu off the table, placing it on the discard stack.

"Anything else look good or do we need to go to the convenience store?" You ask and when he doesn’t reply, you slam your hand down to get his attention. He startles and his wide eyes are really very cute, but you’d never admit it out loud, even in private with just him. While you love him to pieces, you’re very reluctant to voice it. After trying to say he’s annoying for so many years, you’re loath to admit you don’t hate him. You never did, you’re just in denial about how much you like him despite your harsh words. He sees through it.

"Donghyuck!" You scold and he blinks.

"What?" He emphasizes the vowel, and you roll your eyes. His shocked face softens to a smug grin as he watches you watch him put the next cherry in his mouth, the other pit still in his cheek. His tongue wraps around the red orb as he takes it between his lips, and you shake your head to pull your attention away. He huffs in amusement, you’re such a tsundere.

"What are we going to have for supper? I only got snacks and stuff…" You poke the container holding the cherries. You’d planned on eating out or getting delivery, but the stupid holiday interferes with your regular Saturday night plans.

"We can have each other." Donghyuck smirks, chewing the last bits of fruit off the pit before rolling the two around his open mouth playfully. He knows your eyes are not just on his face, but specifically his tongue. You swallow hard and your eyebrows furrow, mouth open to scold him again. He lets the pits fall out of his mouth and onto the paper plate where the rest of them lay and his smug look turns bored.

"Idiot." You click your tongue, face pink, "I need actual food."

"Hm, you might, but I could just eat you?" He winks and you let out a disgusted grunt, getting up from the table and moving to leave the apartment and head down the street.

"(Y/N), wait!" He coos at you, skipping to follow you. When you start to wiggle your foot to slip it into your sneaker, he kneels down to tie his. You struggle to get the shoe on without untying it, so he leans forward to help you get them on. The sweet gesture makes your cheeks warm further, but you don’t say anything, so he helps you get the other on. He stands back up with a hop, still taller than you even though he’s standing on the lower part of the floor by the door.

"Ready, milady~?" He holds his arm out for you to link with, but you just mumble something and walk past him and out. Your boyfriend sighs dramatically but follows after you still. You always make up for your dismissive behavior after he rails you into the next morning, turning affectionate and playful. He continues to try and seduce you through the not subtle act of aegyo, and you keep shoving him away, especially as you walk down the road. Donghyuck holds the door open for you as you enter the convenience store. The inside is just as dead as the streets, and it feels nearly surreal. You each shop around a bit, and he gets nearly twice as much food as you, and for some reason he feels the need to buy everything he can find that’s cherry flavored.

"You know none of this stuff tastes like actual cherries, right?" you ask, watching him place the different candies and sweets down. The only thing you’d actually consume is the cherry flavored cola he gets as well.

"I know. That's what the actual cherries are for." He points out likes it’s the most obvious thing in the world. Not wanting to admit it even in your own head, the blank look he gives you is just as cute as everything else he does. It pisses you off a bit that he’s so endearing. The tired cashier tells you your price and your boyfriend has his card in the reader before you can even pull yours out. He takes all of the bags as well and you open the door for him this time.

"Did you need to buy all of that?" You grumble, eyeing the five bags he’s carrying.

"Yes."

"Why?"

"Curiosity." He answers after donning a pondering look.

"Okay." You roll your eyes, not caring enough to delve further into that line of questioning.

"Did you get everything cherry flavored?"

"Not everything…"

"What did you leave behind, cough syrup?"

"The condoms." He states simply and you halt for a beat, then jog to catch up.

"Why not?" You finally relent to ask. He tosses you a coy look, "they didn’t have the right size." You halt a step but concede his point and jog to catch back up again. When you finally get back to the apartment, he puts the bags on the coffee table, and you grab your meal to heat it up in the microwave. As you plug in the numbers, Hyuck comes up behind you, wrapping his arms around your middle.

"What?" you ask flatly, and he whines pathetically, resting his cheek on the side of your head.

"Can't I hug my girlfriend?" You don’t reply to his question, so he takes that as the go ahead to continue. As he smells your food as it gets done, he realizes how famished he is and hurries to make his own. Some random variety show plays on the TV while you both eat, he devours twice as much food as you do in nearly half the time. Once you’re both done and everything is cleaned up, he lays out all the cherry candies and snacks, as well as some real ones.

"We shall judge them for quality." He motions broadly and you sit next to him at the coffee table. Hyuck is a bit surprised at how close you’ll willingly sit, pressed to his side. You’re warming up. You start to sort through them, pushing the ones you refused to try to the side.

"You need to have the full picture to make an informed decision." He tells you with false condescension. He sniffs and picks up the first packet to rip it open. The fake cherry scent hits your nose, and you sneer, reaching over the table to grab a real one. As you chew, he starts in on the candy and his face twists, putting the bag down and grabbing a fruit himself. You pull the pit from your mouth and set it on your napkin from supper and he does the same.

"Can you tie a knot with your tongue?" He holds up one of the stems and you hum.

"I don't know, I haven't tried." You take it from him, and he plucks another one off a cherry for himself.

"Let's see who can do it faster." He decides and you nod in agreement and you both watch the other as you take the stems into your mouths. You focus hard, trying to maneuver the little piece with your tongue into the right configuration, but it’s no use. When you almost choke on it, you pull it out, nose crinkled.

"Nope." You turn to look at him and he sticks his tongue out at you, the tied stem resting on the surface

"How the heck!?" You grab the little stem from where it lays, looking it over.

"Want me to show you?" His tone has deepened, but you’re too confused to register it.

"Yeah!" You turn to watch, not expecting his mouth to connect to yours. Your shocked inhalation allows his tongue entry, and you want to fight, but you also really don’t. Hyuck smirks into the kiss as you let out a tiny mewl, expertly twisting his tongue around yours. You moan when he leads you to straddle his lap, pushing the coffee table away with his foot. When you settle, his hands on your hips push you down, grinding your covered cunt over his hardening cock. You whine, trying to pull back, but he holds you still, sucking on your tongue so you can’t easily pull back. He has a hard time not laughing when your entire body shudders. Finally, he lets you go, and you lean back, panting hard.

"Fucking hell-" Your fingers are clenching the fabric of his sweatshirt.

"I can do more than that~" He hums playfully, and you blink, "huh?" Your noise of question is followed by a yelp as he lifts you, setting you on the couch behind him, turning so he faces you. Another tug brings your butt to the edge of the cushion, and he takes advantage of your surprise to yank your shorts and panties off without hinderance.

"H-Hyuck~!" You whimper when he instantly brings his skillful tongue to your cunt, wriggling it inside, nose hitting your clit. You sigh shakily, legs twitching when he hums, the vibration ringing through him to you.

"Wait-" You try to get him to stop, extremely embarrassed at your position and feeling weird about how fast he’s bringing you to climax. You shudder again as his tongue leaves your core, stroking up through your folds to flick your clit. Your eyes are closed, so you don’t see his stupid grin right before he sucks on your clit hard. Hyuck's hands fly to your hips to hold them down as you cum, helping you ride it out.

"Too bad I can't pop your cherry…" He mumbles, a little embarrassed at his stupid pun. You huff in disbelief, having heard him perfectly fine even though he kind of hid it.

"Doesn't fucking matter, get inside me-" he’s never heard you so impatient, but he’s more than willing to abide. He removes your top as you help him get rid of his own clothes, and your back barely hits the couch cushions before he’s pressing into you. Even if you hadn't just came on his tongue, you’re soaking wet, your gummy walls clenching desperately to his cock.

"Aw~ sweet girl~" He huffs in delight as your cunt quivers, getting used to the stretch and before you’re fully acclimated, he starts to move.

"Wait, Hyuck!" Your hands grab his shoulders. When he leans over you more, he takes your hands from him, holding them above your head with one of his. His lips hover over yours, hips rolling slowly but hard, fat cock battering your back wall. You practically cry when he kisses you again, tongue reentering your mouth to capture yours. You’re helpless under him, sanity quickly leaving between his cock in your cunt and his tongue down your throat. When air is getting a bit low, he finally removes his mouth from yours, moving it to your jaw and down the column of your throat. You whimper with each thrust, getting steadily faster and harder as he sucks your skin. His goal is to make the hickeys are red as the cherries you both had been eating earlier.

"Hyuck, I~" You can’t get the rest of your sentence out. His hand lets go of your wrists, both of them going to your waist so he can shift positions. He sits back up more, hiking your hips up to arch your back and after an extremely practiced and hard thrust, he chuckles as you cum again. He groans at the tight flutter of your walls and can’t help but fall over the edge himself. You whimper when he finally let your legs and hips relax, not pulling out of you yet. With a tired gaze, you watch him reach and grab a bottle you hadn't noticed before from the coffee table, barely within reach. He pops the cap on the red container, an equally red substance spilling out and dripping over your skin. You shiver at the cold, and he licks his lips.

"Hmm… cherry flavored (Y/N)~"

Master-List

[the-yoru-whoru]

Unfinished Yoru x reader fanfic I started lol — idk if I’ll finish it and post it up on ao3 but here’s what I got so far ^^ any criticism or comments on if I should continue it or not would be great . ( also I just love the idea of tsundere protective Yoru I’m sorry I keep using it ,,, :,)

You couldn’t help but wince with each step. The side of your torso was soaked in a dark red, the sticky liquid already staining your shirt.

“Hurry up,” Yoru ordered without looking back, gun up and ready for any lurkers that could be between sites.

You just gave a nod even though you knew he couldn’t see it, quickening your pace and trying to ignore the sharp pain. The male was flicking his crosshair back and forth, clearly focused on the mission. You felt bad that he was carrying the responsibility of both himself and you; if only you hadn’t got caught off guard by that last lurker, who had jumped out of a corner and could only shoot off a few bullets to your torso before getting taken out by Yoru. He had looked at you in distaste, warning you to pay attention and to trade your vandal for his spectre. He was the better shot so it made sense, but it still stung.

“Sage is at B site. She can heal you then.” He suddenly said, voice quiet.

You stared at his muscled back, eyes wide, “Okay.”

This sucked. Not only were you in pain, but one of the strongest agents on the team was treating you like some kind of kid. You rubbed at your eyes quickly, trying not to let your emotions get the best of you.

The snow crunched under your footsteps, but besides that it was dead quiet, the silence only broken by stray gunshots every so often. Ice box was your least favourite map purely because of how cold it always was, but you knew Yoru loved it. He was always a little less grumpy whenever Sage announced it as the drop off location.

Finally the yellow box came into view, the tall woman pressed up against it, holding the corner with her gun out. You and Yoru hurried to her side. She turned to the two of you, surprised.

“She needs healing.” He stated bluntly, grabbing you by the shoulders and pulling you forward.

Sage frowned, looking you over carefully before forming her healing orb, the soft glow painting all of your faces in cyan.

“Who is covering A?” She questioned as she released the orb next to your wound, the radiant healing already making your shoulders slump in relief.

Yoru crossed his arms while he waited impatiently for the healing to complete, “No one. She needed healing immediately or she would have been vulnerable.”

The healers' concerned gaze suddenly turned furious,“ What!? You two left A open? Are you not taking this mission seriously? You know that our job is to prevent them from planting spike, do you not?”

You flinched, lowering your head in shame.

Sage wasn't finished, “ I can excuse Y/N, but I expected better from you Yoru. It’s your job to set a good example for younger recruits; and abandoning site for one wound is not appropriate radiant behaviour.”

For some reason that hurt more, knowing that Yoru would be getting in trouble because of your mistake.

But the man next to you bristled, “With all due respect, Y/N was in no shape to take the trip from A site to B site alone, me accompanying her here was the next best option.”

Sage didn’t flinch from his cold tone, “Yoru, in these situations we have to take that risk sometimes, for the greater good of the team.”

“Risk? The girl was one pistol shot away from fucking dying, I think that deserves a little more caution then sending her out on a death mission.” His voice was incredulous.

Their leader didn’t back down, “You had no problem leaving Phoenix behind on our last mission despite being injured, this is the same case.”

A calloused hand was suddenly placed on your shoulder, “Phoenix is an overconfident bastard who takes unnecessary risks all the time and knows how to handle it,” his grip tightened, “Y/N just got unlucky despite being cautious, it’s unfair to punish her for that.”

There was silence. You felt awkward being the subject of the argument, as if you weren’t even present.

The silence was broken by the telltale sound of the spike being planted, the bomb sending out pulses that could be felt even from this far away. All three of you tensed up .

“Y/N, could you apply your shields? Yoru, teleport back and see if you can find out their positions. Wait for us to catch up.” She ordered, argument set aside for now.

You were nodding your head even before she finished speaking, pulling out purple mist and sending it Sage and Yoru’s way. It disappeared briefly after, but you could see the faint purple outline that covered their bodies.

Yoru nodded as well, but paused, “I can take Y/N through the rift with me, she’s small enough to not get stuck between the dimensions.”

You recoiled back, but Yoru’s hand kept you steady.

“Do you think you can handle that Y/N? How does the wound feel?” She leveled you with a serious gaze.

You touched your side nervously, feeling a bit smothered under the two adults who were watching you intensely. Besides a bit of soreness, almost all the pain was completely gone. If it weren’t for the red still staining your shirt, you would have mistaken it for nothing more than a bruise.

You have a shaky smile, “I can barely feel a thing, thanks Sage.”

“And the rift?” Yoru pressed.

You bit your lip, “Sure.”

Yoru and Sage straightened, the look on their faces grim.

“Then it’s settled.” Sage said, “ You two go ahead, I’ll try to resurrect someone and catch up with you soon.”

The two of you nodded.

“And Yoru,” Sage stopped him from turning away, “This conversation is not over.”

He just brushed her off, eyebrows creasing, “Yeah, yeah, save it for when we’re back on base.”

Sage left, and you were alone with Yoru again.

He stood in front of you and leaned over so he could look you directly in your eyes. His gaze was intense, the sharp set of his jaw tense as he spoke.

“Alright, you are going to hold onto me very tightly. Do not let go under any circumstances, do you understand?”

“Y-yes!” You squeaked out.

No one in your team has ever been in the rift with Yoru before, and you were so worried it was making your stomach churn. What if you got stuck in there? What if something went wrong?

Yoru must have sensed your anxiousness, because he ruffled your hair lightly. His hands were warm against your cold head, and you were reminded just how numb you really were.

“You’ll be fine. Now come here, we don’t have time.” He said, opening his arms wide as if trying to hug you.

You stepped into his space, and for a moment his presence overwhelmed you, the sheer intensity of the strength that surrounded you stunning you into compliance. You let him scoop you up into his arms as you hooked your arms around his neck and tucked your face into his neck. He was so warm, and you nuzzled your face into the heat gratefully.

You hear a sharp inhale and the body underneath you seemed to stiffen, but before you could ask anything, Yoru’s shoulders were moving, the muscles under his clothes pulling at the unknown. The two of you were dunked into darkness, the cold, unlike anything you’ve ever felt before.

You dared not look up for even a second. So this is what the rift was like. It felt extremely windy, like the whiplash you get when you stick your hand out of your car window while driving down a highway. You clutched into Yoru for dear life, trying not to make any embarrassing sounds.

And as soon as it began, it was over. Yoru climbed out of the rift before tugging you off himself.

His hands seemed to linger on you for a moment as you regained your balance, but he pulled away quickly.

He looked you up and down, “You alright?”

You bit your lip and nodded. Besides some dizziness, you could still stand straight, and you pulled out your spectre and readied your stance as Yoru did the same.

You glanced over at him, and noticed that the collar of his jacket was extremely lopsided on one side. You must have crumpled his clothes when you had pushed your face into the crook of his neck….

You turned red, and suddenly icebox didn’t feel so cold anymore. You turned away from him, adjusting your shirt nervously.

But before you could react, you heard a whoosh of air behind you, the hard barrel of a gun hit your head. You slumped forward and a pair of warm arms caught you before you hit the ground.

When the last thing you heard was a deep voice next to your ear, betrayal filled your mind.

“I’ll handle this.”

——

You were avoiding him.

Yoru stalked the hallways moodily, teeth gritted together in annoyance. It’s been a week since the mission, and you still didn’t want to talk to him. Couldn’t you see he was just trying to protect you?

The mission had gone successfully, and Sage had reluctantly admitted that he did a good job at securing the spike while also minimizing casualties.

Y/N on the other hand was distraught. Seeing your eyes start to water when you came to, and then watching you run out of the room quickly when you saw him…

Silly girl. You did know that you were a support asset, did you not? Your job was to shield and provide aid to the duellists like himself, not to go rushing into a 2v5 timed battle. You being there would only have hindered him further, maybe even cause him to slip up and miss a few shots. Not that he could ever tell you that. Your confidence was fragile, your voice quiet and meek, and always taking orders from others without complaint. Weaklings like you usually pissed him off…

Usually they did. But after being assigned as your mentor and guide for your first few months on base, he couldn’t help but feel protective over you. You were quiet and meek, however, in the heat of battle he could always see that determined glint in your eye and almost desperate air of wanting to prove yourself useful. And he could respect that.

But for now, he just wanted to get rid of these annoying pangs in his chest, the illogical guilt welling on his mind. Finally arriving at your door, he knocked loudly, knowing you would be in there.

After a brief moment, the door swung open. You stood there, face tilted upwards to look at him, the top of your head barely even reaching his shoulders. The male leaned against your doorframe, looking you up and down quickly.

You were wearing a big shirt, the oversized fabric draping precariously over your shoulders, the long cloth revealing the small indent of your collarbone. The soft white of your skin was unblemished, the only evidence that you were a fighter were small, barely noticeable scratches that lined your neck. But he always noticed them. Yoru was there when that clone Jett had been aiming for your head, sharp blades missing their mark and lodging themselves into your throat instead. There had been so much blood, and as you lay in his arms gurgling and red, he swore that he would never let that happen to you again.

It had only taken a quick healing from Sage to rid you of the wound, but the knives had dug deep enough that they had already created permanent scars.

“Y-Yoru?” Your small voice called to him hesitantly, “What’s wrong?”

You sounded concerned, and it took a second to realize that he had been frowning at the scars in silence for way too long.

“You haven’t been showing up to your lessons,” He states bluntly, pushing off the side of the door and leaning forward to look you in the eyes, “Are you giving up already?”

He watched your eyes widen, before you shook your head rapidly.

“No! Of course not! I just…” you trailed off, looking to the side nervously, “I didn't think you would want to continue teaching me…after I got you in trouble with Sage and all.”

Yoru blinked. Then sighed.

“Kuso…Don’t worry about her.” He wouldn’t admit it, but he was glad you weren’t avoiding him because you were mad, “Let’s go right now, alright? Make up for lost time.”

He turned around, expecting you to follow him. And sure enough he heard the scrambling of hands grabbing at proper clothing and then you were right behind him, taking two steps for every one that he did. Just another thing that made it hard for you to be a fighter…you were so small, even the bigger guns you practiced with had to be made custom fit by Killjoy in order not to jostle you too much with the recoil.

When the two of you arrived at the shooting range, he picked up a vandal, and watched you do the same. The base was big, and so were the training areas. As such, they were usually empty, only used when certain agents wanted to compete in skill or warm up before a mission. You, on the other hand, had been using it to catch up with the others. Steel walls lined the range, and the two of you stood just behind the low metal bar, where guns of various models were hooked up and ready for use. He tapped at the screen latched onto the bar, starting up a basic simulation.

“Alright. Warm up.” Yoru ordered.

You nodded, lifting the gun up and crouching slightly. The bots in the practice range whirled to life, and he made sure to keep a neutral expression as he watched you shoot headshot after headshot. Finally, you finished, 30 bots killed.

Breathing a little heavy, you turned to look at his expectantly, gun almost falling out of your small hand as you lifted an arm to wipe at your face.

Yoru frowned, “We talked about this. No crouching, flick to the head, and move faster.” He watched your posture visibly slump, “in the middle of a fight no enemy is gonna be standing still waiting for you to shoot them. You must be flexible and faster than your opponent; that’s how you win fights.”

He could see your brow line crease, “Again.”

The bots came to life again, this time, shifting from side to side noisily. You heaved the gun back up, straightening your back and holding onto your gun tighter.

30 kills later, you were red and sweaty from effort. You looked at him again, eyes big and hopeful as always.

He just scoffed, “You think I didn’t notice you also shifting from side to side? Move with your arms, not your legs. You are only bringing yourself down with that movement inaccuracy.”

He watched you grow dejected again, eyes turning to look away from him. That wouldn’t do.

“Here,” He was suddenly next to you. Large frame pushed up against your backside, and large hands enveloping your own, “Keep steady and raise your crosshair.”

——

You couldn’t hold back the squeak of surprise you made when you felt his hot breath against your ear.

Fumbling with the gun in your hands, you let him guide you to position, pulling you up with him as he aimed down sights at the bots carefully, and easily flicking to each head with ease. Your body jerked back and forth with his movements, and you could feel your face turn red as his face nearly pressed up against the back of your head. Not to mention you felt completely surrounded by his presence, his tall frame easily towering over your own. You let your mouth fall agape, numbly nodding your head as the words he spoke went through one side of your ears and out the other.

“…hey! Are you even listening to me?” His voice unintentionally rasped again in your ear.

Your voice trembled as you spoke, “Yes sir! You are just v-very close and it’s a bit,” You felt him jerk slightly behind you, “Distracting.”

You couldn’t see his expression, but he didn’t say anything. Instead he pulled away slowly, straighting as you turned to catch a glimpse of his face. To your surprise, he was looking away from you, a hint of red tinting his face.

“Alright,” He clears his throat, “Alright,” He repeats.

You grew worried that you might have overstepped. The two of you had been working together for only a few months now, it wasn’t like the two of you had anything more then a strictly professional relationship.

You let your grip on your gun slack a bit, “Yoru? What’s wrong?”

He just closes his eyes and sighs frustratedly, hand pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Nothing. Just…keep shooting.”

The room was suddenly too quiet, and you hurried to raise your gun again, letting the sounds of shooting cut through the awkwardness.

You were sure you were still blushing, the back of your body still pleasantly warm from the previous contact. Even though he was only your mentor, it was inevitable to admire him, even fantasize of him wanting you in a way more than platonic; if you were even considered a friend to him, that is. But you knew it was impossible and you knew it was just wishful thinking. You frowned as you knocked down the last bot. Why did he have to do things like that to make your heart race? It was maddening.

“Focus!” He suddenly snapped, making you jump in surprise.

[yerion]

jeon jungkook drives you to think strict criticism isn’t too bad, purely because you didn’t expect things to turn a bit steamier than intended.

as the one and only female esports player, misery was at your fingertip when your skills suddenly deteriorated. however, the stoic leader of your team—jungkook, simply couldn’t sit back. he puts you back on track, yet no one told you sparks would fly; and the crazy fact that it’s inevitable.

pairing : jungkook x you (as aeum). au(s) : tsundere!jungkook, leader!jungkook, gamer!jungkook, roommates!au. genres : fluff, (intense) mutual pining, slowburn, innuendos of suggestive themes, (a sick) love triangle.

content : you thought your skill was the one problem here, but you eventually realise you’re quite surrounded by guys that you’d like to go on your honeymoon with. clearly, consequences follow since you’re not the only person who thinks so (the rest of the world does too).

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chapter three.

word count : 4,4k.

if there’s one thing you’re thankful for during this crisis forged from mistakes and regrets, it’d be the fact that you don’t get hangovers, no matter how much alcohol you sculled the night before.

usually, you’d be boasting about this gifted peculiarity of yours to the other members, but right now, it’s utterly impossible to do such a thing.

embarrassment and regret combined is a bitch.

it’s unbearable; it can’t be fixed, it eats you up and makes you wish for unrealism—the desperate desire to turn back time, or to miraculously wipe one’s memory out.

“if someone comes in—”

“let them.”

why the hell did he say that?

you’ve asked yourself that at least five hundred times this afternoon.

with one flick of the head, you bury your face into your pillow before groaning loudly. you scrunch the blanket in your arms to ease a bit of your overflowing temptation to hulk smash your room walls.

(jungkook and taehyung would be flattened out if you do that—if they’re both home.)

and before you can protest for the five hundredth time, a familiar sensation jabs your stomach with the sound of a growl.

it’s three in the afternoon, yet you haven’t even opened your door once today.

you’re beyond gratified that there’s no training happening on the weekend, but at the same time, how else will you confront jungkook and tackle his shoulder for an explanation?

if only today wasn’t the weekend, you’d be sitting beside your leader, contemplating on how to dare him into a physical brawl after.

you’d juice answers out of his beast-like build.

a trickle of energy accompanies you, triggering your body to immediately bounce up from your bed in realisation.

your fingers find its way to untangle your disheveled bed hair while you march towards your door, eventually letting yourself burst out of your room.

first things first, your gaze flickers and latches onto taehyung—from a floor above, his orbs are still visible to you despite his grey hood weighing down the curls into his eyes.

taehyung’s eyes taper in focus to the tv screen as one leg of his goes over the other, making it seem he’s rather invested.

it’s rare for him to be lingering around on a weekend.

the mischievous smile blooming on your face tells you that the very first stop to make is, indeed, your close friend—taehyung.

like how vivid the intimate memories you made with your leader are cruelly drilled into your mind, the drunk fractions of taehyung last night is just as unforgettable.

“my hands aren’t hot today.” you whisper behind taehyung’s shoulder when you creep up to him. “just thought i’d let you know.”

“we don’t talk about that.” taehyung, seeming rather nonchalant about your spontaneous entrance, flashes you a toothless grin. “i just managed to forget about that.”

you gasp teasingly, covering your mouth with your fingers. “that’s more of a reason for me to bring it back up.”

“no, it definitely isn’t.” taehyung casually prods your cheek with his longest finger. “how are you feeling though?”

“good as new.” you smugly grin to flaunt your pride. “no hangovers for me.”

“me too.” he says. “any plans for the weekend?”

“i’ll try and go out.”

“how come?”

“to get some fresh air and to relieve stress, of course.” smiling awkwardly, the corner of your glossy lips twitches.

taehyung arches a dubious brow. “of course,” he echoes playfully. “up for the new spiderman movie then? you’ve been meaning to watch it.”

“actually?” you blurt, your hands already squeezed together in excitement, nails digging into your palms. it’s an expected gesture at the sound of your favourite avenger. “you’re not going out with your friends this weekend? i thought you made plans with seojun and hyungsik earlier last week.”

taehyung shrugs. “go bombard them for bailing on spiderman’s premiere today.”

“what?” you exclaim breathily. “what are their addresses?”

“the lotte cinema.” intertwining his arms, taehyung lets his head sink to the side just so his narrowed eyes are revealed to you. “i’d rather you spend that time on me instead.”

“you’re too kind, because i was going to chase down your friends.” you snort, but your face immediately brightens afterward. “so, what time are we seeing tom holland?”

“at seven tonight.”

“kim taehyung,” you breathe out, “thank you for giving me a reason to pull out and wear what i ordered three weeks ago.”

“looking forward to seeing you and your interesting sense of taste in fashion.”

“let’s fight.” deadpanning jokingly, you shuffle over to the opposite side of the couch just so you can collapse in the seat next to him. “don’t tempt me, i’ll mix and match my halloween outfits instead. that’ll really teach you what’s interesting.”

“i already know you’re going to wear your zombie onesie and your vampire cloak together.”

“you bet, taehyung.” you coo, casting your eyes to the overwhelming screen, only for your nose and hand to crumple when the couple in the show starts to act disgustingly cheesy. “i wonder if relationships like that really exist.”

“does it seem unrealistic?”

“unbelievably unrealistic.” you honestly exaggerate every word, knowing true love and fanciful relationships are only imaginary.

the taste of acid lingers on your tongue whenever you ponder about the belief of undying love, because like any girl, you’ve been there—you’ve gone all in on a man who you mistook as a soulmate.

he ultimately left you with scars to count.

reasons to not fall hard for a man, because you’re bound to be grazed.

“i think it’s achievable,” he insists nonchalantly. “think about you and i.”

you feign thinking by tapping your chin. “is that an indirect proposal, taehyung?” you kid around airily. “should i be preparing myself?”

taehyung releases a chuckle. “don’t be too shocked when you see a ring come out of my pocket tonight.”

the two of you exchange creased glances as silence veils you and taehyung. but soon, he slowly breaks into a low, rumbling laughter, which naturally falters your composure.

wordlessly yet knowingly, both of you enter a fit of laughter, amused by the eccentric friendship you two hold dear.

with taehyung, a life like yours feels like a fairytale.

you and taehyung met when you entered the team. for the first few weeks, he intimidated you.

the fear began small and trivial, since you believed that there was no way someone in this world could look that fictitious.

you were certain god took his sweet time creating taehyung—god was rigorous with each and every detail; he was probably pedantic, correcting the edges of his nose to the fine curves and length of his fingers to perfection.

he possessed an aura that could cut, and he also seemed to have a bond with every bypassing stranger out in the streets. he was a man everyone respected and admired, always under a gracious light. his fans exaggerated whenever they could, and the walls around taehyung only got higher and sturdier for you to break.

then, once upon a time, you saved him in an official game.

taehyung had to thank you for that as it happened, and that’s when everything took off.

an expression of gratitude always becomes more than what one intends.

“taehyung,” you whisper. “do you think any of our members are dating anyone?”

“maybe.”

“would jungkook?”

“wouldn’t he?”

“you’re not helping.”

“we all know he doesn’t open up that much.” taehyung exhales quizzically. “why don’t you go and find out?”

“not today.” you vehemently shake your head. “how about you though? seeing anyone recently, mr. popular?” you hum as you tuck a palm under your chin, gazing at taehyung admirably.

taehyung narrows his eyes before swiping his loose hair back in thought. “you know who they are.” he answers vaguely.

“oh my god,” you squeak. “do i?” you fidget, squaring your shoulders. “who? who is it?”

taehyung opens his mouth to speak, but his word fails to get uttered the very second you hear the front door unlocking after the register of the house’s passcode.

a look of bewilderment sweeps onto your features, completely wiping the laughter off your face.

taehyung mirrors your look at the noise of an unexpected visitor, but oddly enough, his brows knit together, erupting your interest further.

it’s killing you that taehyung’s curve of his nape and shoulders are hindering you from checking out the scene.

“welcome back, jungkook.”

like adrenaline, heat springs up from your stomach to your throat.

it precipitates you to inhale and exhale deeper than normal, the walls around your stomach clenching like someone is squeezing the life out of it.

plenty of oxygen is circling you, but you feel as though you’re about to be deprived. it’s a feeling you thought you forgot, but truthfully, you understand it, back to front.

as jungkook inevitably appears, you struggle to tear your eyes off him.

watching jungkook is like poison because he’s merely making you feel worse, but as selfish as it is, you want to be noticed; you want to be called out to untangle this invisible knot tied between you and him.

“had anything to eat, taehyung?” jungkook drops down plastic bags on the dinner table before turning entirely to where taehyung and you are.

perhaps he didn’t expect you either, his blasé exterior cracks a bit; the widening of his doe eyes proves it all.

you want to dissect the meaning behind those eyes so damn bad.

“i have,” taehyung answers casually, curiously eyeing the bags of food. “aeum hasn’t had anything today though.”

“i wonder.” jungkook lifts his lowered gaze once he’s done unpacking bags of dumplings to raise his brow up at you. “eat before you go.”

“then there’s no point in going out, jungkook.” you reply tersely, which causes taehyung to spare you a baffled glance at the hint of jungkook’s name being stressed under an informal context.

“you got a point.”

you wince at the sharpness of his few words, though that was completely self-inflicted. you were the very person who provoked that reaction out of him.

“well,” jungkook turns to taehyung, a tenuous smirk curling up to his lips. “you heard her,” he tilts his head. “keep her well-fed.”

taehyung scoffs faintly, smiling lopsidedly to end pleasantly. “i’m sure she can take care of herself,” he defends huskily. “she’s no child.”

“that’s new.” jungkook bobs his head, cracking into a smile knowingly. for the first time, he exposes his teeth when he does. “anyway, enjoy yourselves.” he says curtly before letting himself fade; he strides across the living room, going past the tv, climbing up the stairs.

jungkook doesn’t turn back—he doesn’t look at you in the eye again.

jungkook.

that’s the name you have to call, but you feel restrained, something intangible is grabbing you by the throat and feet.

an invisible hand has you by the throat and you feel as though you’re held at a gunpoint, stopping you from moving a muscle.

why are you sitting there like some pathetic idiot in a classroom—uneasy and hesitant to announce the answer when you know you’re correct?

to approach the man who drunkenly kissed you; the man who held you too closely; the man who threw profound words without any proper definitions—that is the correct answer.

so, why are you letting such a person walk away in light, thoughtless steps?

seven struck the clock too fast, and jungkook’s words are still on repeat like a faulty radio.

before coming out to the theatre, you tried to distract yourself with gorey netflix shows and negligible games on your phone, in hopes of changing the channel or frequency of your thoughts.

but it was as if everything was decided to begin with, like the play of fate is to blame, because nothing could budge you—except jeon jungkook himself.

either way, you’re not dwelling on this any longer.

you’re devoting your night to tom holland and a tiny bit on yourself.

looking at your own reflection in a tinted window, you fix the beret sitting on your hair and you feel the dainty pendant clinging around your neck.

you triple check if your skirt is aligned prettily to your hips while feeling something bloom inside your chest; something warm and ticklish.

out of all, you missed this the most.

the feeling of being an average girl—it’s a time where you can focus on little things based on your appearance and be proud about it.

as a professional gamer, you hardly come across a chance to dress up.

you cycle through an outlet of tracksuits, unattractive baggy t-shirts and puffy pants that bury all your charms as a girl.

“you should’ve gone ahead,” taehyung walks up to you with popcorn and drinks in his hands. each step he takes, there are heads that turn to awe at his beauty.

none of this is new to you, because he looks good—too good.

“nope,” you shake your head. “i’m here to prevent you from falling.” you extend your arms in an attempt to fish the drinks out of taehyung’s hands, but you fail miserably when he flicks his shoulders back.

you could swear this man moved one muscle.

note to self—wear heels.

“you can lower the risk without carrying anything,” taehyung whispers into your ear when he brushes past your shoulder, nudging you gently on the way. “let’s go, miss.”

at that, he walks into the cinema, his figure getting enveloped by the dark.

you innocently follow his trail, knowing taehyung won’t tolerate any further assistance.

entering the cinema is always a surprise to you. considering your excitement towards the anticipated movie graced with handsome men, the claimed surprise isn’t always pleasant.

wailing about the pitch blackness in the room is luckily out of the grid, but you can never get used to the blaring, exaggerated sounds of the speakers.

it pricks your eardrums every time, and you’re always tempted to suppress your ears with all the power you have.

what a way to enjoy movies!

you’d think that’s all, but you’re also dodging a physical crisis.

with the help of the screen’s brilliance, you notice that the cinema is packed. almost every seat is occupied.

the majority of the audience don giddy expressions as they watch the introductory video roll out, and you stick close to taehyung’s back, head dropped, aware that the possibility of losing him is frankly wide and real.

you let your hands fall free from your ears when taehyung safely leads you to the empty seats in the corner.

the two of you silently wriggle into the seats, and you only realise the moment you’re seated, that taehyung’s arm is where the armrest should be.

there’s no meaning of distance between you and taehyung.

at every given second, your arm rubs against his, and his shoulder is permanently perched against yours.

you suck in a sharp breath when a lightbulb frantically flashes in your mind.

this is a couple’s seat.

should you file a formal complaint? no, you shouldn’t.

however, this makes no sense to you—or is your brain just slow?

you must be lacking brain cells from abusing your brain too much today.

if you weren’t here, this seat would’ve been park seojun’s or park hyungsik’s.

unless?

un-fucking-less?

“you can hold my hand if you’re on the verge of crying, but don’t go dropping all your tears on my coat,” taehyung mutters, draping his coat on your bare thighs before placing the tub of caramelised popcorn onto your lap.

“nonsense,” you chuckle. “you can trust me.”

“with my hand or my coat?”

“both, if i get to any of them.” you murmur before gasping deeply at tom holland’s gorgeous entrance. the man is swinging into your heart. “it’s starting!” you exclaim in a whisper.

all your movements in here—like grabbing popcorn from your lap and sipping on your drink at uncertain, sporadic times is automated.

you do everything with a mind so lost, because you’ve signed every drop of your attention off to the movie—is what you thought—up until you feel a bolt of electricity spark at your fingertip.

suddenly, everything comes to a stop—the blown up bass in the theatre becomes irrelevant, although you were despising it a second ago.

it took one touch, no matter how brief.

the popcorn is to blame.

the popcorn is the reason why you and taehyung’s hand overlapped in the first place.

his finger swept yours; a touch of his conducted static.

now, the two of you are sharing a look with each other—you could stare into his eyes and drown in them if you wanted to.

you’re having no trouble seeing him after all, thanks to how close he is.

the silence is unacceptable, and you dislike that you’re given a chance to assume and decipher what taehyung’s eyes bear.

eyes, eyes, eyes—jungkook’s eyes, taehyung’s eyes.

you want to take them and conduct a science experiment.

out of sheepishness, you pinch some popcorn before directly delivering them to taehyung’s lips.

his initial pause says a lot. you can see the gears in his head rustling and tumbling at your awkward gesture, but he quickly redeems himself by tenderly clasping your hand and opening his mouth to bite the popcorn trapped in your fingers.

the screen flits into a paler colour for a moment.

within that time, the colour douses taehyung, and it reveals the corner of his lips pulling up into a broad smile.

“you can take it,” you mumble, lifting up the tub of popcorn with the tip of your fingers. “taehyung.” you breathe out his name when you notice his fingers resting around your wrist.

“sh,” he shushes softly yet tartly. “i’ll be alright.”

“are you on the verge of crying?” you peer down at taehyung cheekily, beaming triumphantly as you wriggle your hand teasingly.

“clearly.” he fights back jokingly. “this is absolutely heartbreaking. i’m in pieces.”

you chortle at his sarcasm, “that can’t be true.” you say in disbelief.

“don’t underestimate the power of peter and ned.”

you bob your head, knowing you need to save your words for later. taehyung seems to be loyal to silence as well.

just when you thought you salvaged normalcy, taehyung turns to you with an apologetic look. he has his phone in his hand, adjusted to the darkest setting, with a kakaotalk conversation opened.

“shit,” taehyung exhales deeply.

“sorry.” is what he’s going to say.

“sorry,” he breathes out. “do you mind watching the rest alone?”

bingo.

“i don’t mind.” you reply softly. “you go do what you have to do.”

at that, taehyung’s upright features crumble, and his hand that was loitering and floating around abruptly grasps your hand.

the breath you were meant to exhale sticks to your throat, and the same tingle you felt earlier returns all so spontaneously.

words become impossible to utter as heat gushes into your ears and cheeks, distracting you.

what?

what the hecking heck?

what the fucking fuck?

“i’ll see you at home.” taehyung squeezes your hand before slowly letting go, each finger stroking past your palm regretfully. the sweet familiarity left in your palm melts away, making you feel rather strange and empty.

“of course,” you smile. “take your coat.” you peel the coat off your thighs, handing it to him. “no tears, just warmth.”

taehyung is quick to walk away as soon as he takes the coat in your hand, eager to not be a nuisance to any of the viewers.

you helplessly watch him transition into an unrecognisable silhouette as he treads down the stairs, and your eyes roam back to the empty seat beside you.

there’s no traces of him left behind.

the movie was amazing​​—sitting alone in a two-person couple seat, having the benefit of sprawling and laying down in all its glory while stuffing your nose into buttery popcorn and watching the three superheroes bicker and laugh together—to you, this has to be a blessing—an occasion to be eternally grateful about.

or not.

you quietly take down the beret in your hair and look down at your skirt, exhaling a dejected sigh as you walk to your house.

being an optimist doesn’t ward off embarrassment.

embarrassed or not, you still need to tap the keycard against the reader for the doors to let you inside the gates of your house.

when the doors open, you’re always welcomed by a garden. you specifically chose tulips to be planted at the entrance, just so it can gift you a smile on a day like this.

“aeum,” it’s the voice from last night’s apparitions—the ones that feel vivid to you, but not him—apparently.

“captain?” you say in utmost surprise.

jungkook, fitted in a black sweatshirt and black track pants, draws near with hands in his pockets. you see him coming from the east wing—the very place a security guard would stand if your house had ever hired one.

when jungkook is close enough to tower you, he looks around and cocks a brow before returning his gaze to you. “have you eaten?” he asks.

you try to smile to your fullest, “too much.”

“really?” he asks again. “what’d you eat?”

what did you eat?

popcorn.

god, you can’t say popcorn.

“meat?”

jungkook sways forward to your neck, pulling back once a few seconds pass.

he was too quick for you to even react.

“i only smell strawberry,” he asserts. “you’ve gotten bold, blatantly lying to your leader and all.”

your lips jut out in defeat. “as you can tell,” you exhale. “i tried.”

“i can tell.”

“were you waiting?” you inquire after a while, gazing at him straight in the eyes. it’s almost spine-chilling because you can literally only detect the black in his orbs.

“not for long.”

“and what brings you here?” you ask though you know exactly why.

“don’t act like we don’t need a conversation.”

“at this time of the day?” you ask solemnly, the disappointment in your tone extremely recognisable.

are you wrong for thinking he should’ve approached you sooner?

then again, you’re the same for not doing so.

“should i book a time with you when the sun rises then?”

you frown, “that’s a terrible idea.”

“i thought the same.” jungkook quips nonchalantly.

“so…”

“i waited to talk about last night.”

the thud in your chest is so loud, you wonder how hard and far it truly fell at the sound of last night.

“do you remember?” you bite your tongue.

“i do,” he claims.

“we were just—” you suck in a breath, struggling to fight the shades of pink away from your cheeks. “—drunk, i’m guessing? it happens often, i understand, but—”

“i’m not careless.”

you feel like you’re suffering from a concussion.

jungkook is as forward as he can be. you’ve never seen him talk this much or be this honest with himself.

why is that you’re suddenly terrified?

you wanted this—confrontation, an initiative from the villain behind your thoughts.

but why does he feel different?

“please don’t be vague.” you warn defensively.

now, everything is starting to fall back to your past.

you’ve scrambled plenty of times with your ex-boyfriend, and out of hundreds of conversations you two had, one of them unfolded just like this.

your patience is limited.

“i haven’t even started.” he mutters.

“was… it on purpose then?”

“i knew who you were, and i know what i did.”

for attention?

to fulfil your needs?

to solve your boredom?

out of impulse?

“it’s not what you think it is.”

“trust me.” yeonjun chose words that enticed you; words that tasted like sugar. “it’s not what you think it is.”

“would you enlighten me then?” you demand bitterly. “like the leader you are.”

“because you asked, i’ll ask as well.” jungkook says after a while. “what did it mean to you?”

“what?”

“see if you can give me an answer.” he leans into your face, and you recall it again—everything feels familiar.

nothing is odd.

one more move, and history will repeat.

but why?

“but if you take long, consider me as the careless person you imagined me to be.”

why is he expecting an answer from you?

“wait,” you grab jungkook by the wrist.

before he could even respond, you immediately rush into snaking your arms around him. you press a cheek against the soft material on the back of his chest while you think about the expression he must be wearing.

you’re dying to know.

there it is again—the thud in your chest, the thud that’s as loud as a drum.

it’s even louder than before.

is this your answer?

“first-name basis, and now this?” taehyung says behind you.

[kazewhara]

IM SORRY XIAO BRAINROT

Did you mention XIAO.

I just had to come in here like a crazy hawk because XIAO. Anyways,, Xiao being affectionate.. there's this other post of yours answering to an anon's screenshot of devs stuff? I think it's with Xiao being a gentle soul???

So yes, I'm going through that rn!!!! Like,, he's definitely having a hard time really adjusting to being that way again, if he ever finds comfort in you. He's like a hesitant moth with a flame, doesn't know what he's supposed to do -- run away from the one thing that can hurt him (like he used to), or embrace it quickly.

Brainrot might not make much sense,, but Xiao that finally uses his room in Wangshu Inn because you always came to visit, came to help him bandage his wounds, came to have dinner with him and he looks forward to it. He's not going to admit it, but he tries his best to let you know that he appreciates it. A lot. He's not a tsundere who denies everything, he's more of.. cautious. He's afraid, but he wants to try. It's different with things like that glowing orb because they're not people, he doesn't have to speak to let them know what he thinks about. He just,, basks in their presence. Only problem is animals / creatures feel his karmic debt, and people don't, and he has a hard time trying to really adapt to such. Don't think being an adeptus helps since the other adepti prefers their solace? What are your thoughts, Shiloh?

XIAO BRAINROT 🥳🥳🥳

there was that one line from the developer's notes... i know i mentioned it before and i can't remember it verbatim but it likened xiao to a beast circling something out of curiosity.

personally i think xiao is cautious because he's curious. does that make sense?

xiao may be a centuries-old adeptus, but if the way he reaches towards that little light is any indication, he's not immune to the act of pursuing something out of sheer curiosity. sure, he may know the consequences of indulging himself like that, but he's still capable of doing it, and i think that's what makes him so alert when it comes to you

other mortals don't approach him -- most don't even really know he exists. but not only are you aware of his existence, but you're approaching him — inviting him; you're asking him to give in to temptation and (possibly) endanger others for his own greed.

(that's not literally what you're asking and he knows that, but he's too aware of what happens every time he lets his guard down.)

and he can't even be mad at you because he likes it. loves it, even. unlike that orb, you're not shying away from him or fleeing from him or dying when he's around you for too long.

instead, you're nimbly working your fingers across his skin, wrapping bandages around gaping wounds that he already told you would heal on their own in a few hours; you're crying for him when he recounts a memory to you at your request; you're kissing his hands when he finally musters up the courage to show you; you're combing your fingers through his hair when he lays on top of you, your heartbeat lulling him into a much needed sleep.

you're everything xiao needed and more. he can never shake the fear that someday, his karma will catch up with him and that something will go horribly wrong, but until that day comes, he will be as greedy as you taught him to be -- as you allowed him to be -- and he will stay here, pressing barely there kisses against your cheeks as you sleep next to him while he keeps watch over you

[kwinnieppang]

[𝐂'𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐋'𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐃𝐞 𝐋𝐚 𝐕𝐢𝐞]

𝐂'𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐋'𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐃𝐞 𝐋𝐚 𝐕𝐢𝐞

-𝐂𝐢𝐫𝐜𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞

"𝒀𝒖𝒏𝒐, 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕'𝒔 𝒎𝒚 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆, 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓 𝒎𝒆" 𝒀𝒖𝒏𝒐 𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒈𝒐 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒐𝒍, 𝒀/𝒏 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒊𝒏 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒇𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏.

"𝑹𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖...?"

No one P.O.V.

Yuno went back to his seat, leaving Y/n confused. This isn't her first time to getting something like this, she's met someone like this before. It's a little scary to her but also interesting. Maybe Yuno wants to be her friend too, besides he's close with Asta. Y/n went back to her seat and then placed the tools on the table.

"Asta, tell me"

"Hm?" Asta look at her, waiting for her question.

"Is... Yuno your friend?"

"Well, maybe a friend, maybe a family, maybe a rival, we live together before we came to here" he explained everything to Y/n.

Y/n carefully listened to Asta and ignored Noelle, also Nozel. They are not paying attention to Nozel neither is Noelle. Nozel walked over to their table and then slammed his hands on the table.

Everybody in the lab were surprised and looked at Nozel, he told them to 'Pay attention' because not only is Asta and Y/n who are noisy, but almost the whole class is. But why must it be Y/n's table? It's because they are the nearest table with the teacher's desk.

Everybody became quite and focused on their works. Asta and Y/n were whispering to eachother, they hoped that Nozel don't notice them again. But then Noelle looked at them and pinch Y/n's right arm.

"Ow!! What is your problem?!" Y/n looked at Noelle and she held a look of sadness. Noelle only pointed her finger to her brother whom is writing something on the board.

"Oh... So?"

"Can you guys focus? You can talk later, you know?"

"Just let them be, Noelle" Nozel said while finishing whatever he had to write.

"Nozel-niisama..."

"If they fail in the test, it's their own fault" Nozel turn his body to look at the whispering duo.

"He is scary!!" Y/n and Asta are said the same thing inside their minds.

"So, let's continue" Nozel continued to writing.

Asta and Y/n became quite and tried to focus. Even if Y/n still wanted to chat with Asta, but she must hold it. This is her first time to being a high school student, she doesn't want to get a detention on her first day of school. So she kept quite but sometimes she looked around. When she look at Yuno, Yuno stared at her with cold amber orbs, making the h/c-haired girl had shivers down her spine. So she turned her head back to the front to focus on the lesson.

Timeskip, breaktime

They went back to their class for put their books and pencils cases in their bags. Some of them left the class to chat with their friends or go to the canteen to eat.

Y/n's class became more quiet than usual, but it's okay for her, she loves peace. Y/n is having a lunch with Asta and Noelle. She took a piece of their side dish to taste it.

"Delicious..." Y/n commented. Noelle grew furious because Y/n took her side dish, but she is angry with the tsundere style.

Someone harshly placed his lunchbox on Y/n's table. Making all of them jumped in surprise and looked at the person who put the lunchbox harshly. It's Yuno, he was wearing his cool and stoic face. Yuno randomly took a chair and placed it beside Y/n.

"Yuno... you don't usually eat with us, or me, that is..." Asta said.

"Shut up, Asta, I'm just tired with those girls" Yuno pointed his finger to the girls who were looking at the group from outside the window.

"Ha-Ha!"

Y/n, Asta, Noelle and Yuno are looking at a orange haired-boy at the same time. The orange haired boy just laugh hysterically then came up to them and stood behind Asta. Both of his hands were on his waist.

"My name is Leopold Vermillion! Nice to meet you, new students!" he said to Y/n and friends with much enthusiasm.

"N-Nice to meet you..." Y/n was unsure if she wants be friend with this boy or not.

Leopold Vermillion, the youngest brother from the Vermillion family. He has a brother and a sister, Fuegoleon Vermillion and Mereoleona Vermillion. They both are the teachers of this school. Fuegoleon teaches mathematics for the first years and second years while Mereoleona teaches mathematics for third years.

From a rumor, the students said Fuegoleon is much more better than Mereoleona because he's more patient than her. Luckily for the first years and the second years, they were taught by Fuegoleon.

"Today, I declare you all as my friends!" Leopold said while pointing his finger to all of them.

"What-?!" Asta said in surprise, jaws dropping to the floor. The problem is, Asta doesn't like it when Leo declared him as his friend because they just met for a few minutes.

But then, Y/n doesn't mind if Leopold wants to be friend with her. She just need a few new friends for her new life. So she hoped that Leopold won't betray her. Y/n stood up and went to Leopold to shake hands. She tapped Leopold's shoulder from behind then Leopold turn his body to look at her. She held out her hand and smiled at him.

"I would be glad if you want to be my friend"

"Ah, sure!" Leopold hold her hand and then shook hands with her. He flashed Yn a cute smile, showing his shiny teeth with closed eyes.

Yuno who was watching them shaking hands afar made him felt sick. He squeezed his spoon in anger until Asta realized that Yuno is acting weird.

"What's wrong, Yuno?"

"Huh?" Yuno look at Asta and stop the squeezing.

"Are you okay?"

"None of your business" Yuno continued eating his lunch in silence, ignoring the two who were still shaking hands.

"My name is Y/n L/n, you can call me Y/n"

"Y/n... L/n...?" Leopold seemed surprised with her name.

Again and again, Y/n doesn't know why her surname is making everyone surprised. Is her father is a terrorist or maybe a bad guy? But then, Y/n never thought anything bad about her father. Because her father always give what she wants.

When she needed someone to talk to, her father will always be ther to listen to her. So why is everyone acting surprised? They are not only surprise but also scared. Looks of fear and utter respect were plastered on their faces.

"What's wrong with my father... Did he do something bad to you all...?"

"No... Your father is... the best..." Leopold tap Y/n's shouder twice and told her to be proud.

"Why you gotta be like that..." Y/n disappointed with the answer. Why are they hiding something from her?

Y/n pushed away Leopold's hand from her shoulder. She went back to her seat and sat down, she felt like she will never know the outside world.

Because all this time, she only played with her own world. Friends? Y/n doesn't know that word when she was still in Junior High. Maybe step by step, the h/c-haired girl will come to and change her mind.

"Y/n, are you okay?" Noelle saw Y/n's hopeless face. Y/n looked at Noelle and give the silver haired girl her iconic fake smile.

"I'm okay, yes... I'm okay"

"Hey, how about we skip the next lesson? My brother said the first year can skip lessons in the first day for a school tour!" Leopold seems excited and invited them to join him.

"Cool! Let's skip-WAIT NO! I DON'T WANT TO BE STUPID!" Asta changed his mind quickly.

"But you are stupid since the day you first cried" Yuno scolded Asta, when Asta tried to start a fight with him, Yuno held his head with ease, a bored look plastered on his face.

"Hm~! Let's go" Y/n said without any hesitate.

She doesn't care if she will be stupid or not. This is her first day, so why not? She also wants to have fun with her new friends. Noelle doesn't mind if they are skipping the next lesson so she just nodded and went back to being arrogant. She tossed her pigtails back then play it cool.

"So, let's go? Oh yeah! Don't mind our seniors, I will stop them if they are trying to do something weird to you" Leopold said and smile. He held some power in this school because of his brother and sister.

Timeskip

When the next lesson started, Y/n, Asta, Yuno, Noelle and Leopold skipped the lesson, with the help of Leopold telling the teacher off.

They went to the third floor to go to the theater room. Why is it called the theater room? It's because there are big screens, some DVDs and the seats are looked like the real theater room. But they need to pass the third year class.

Meanwhile the third year class is still having their breaktime. Actually, when it returned to the usual schedule, the first year were also having theif breaktime. It's only because in a week, the first years get to go home earlier than the second and third years.

"Ah-!!" Y/n bumped into someone. He is tall and has a little weird hairstyle.

"Are you okay?" The boy asked. The girls were screaming and some were giving the h/c-haired girl a pure disgusted look of jealousy.

"Hah?" Y/n take a look of his face.

Finral Roulacase, one of the popular boys from this school. Y/n just bumped into him and did not recognized who is he.

So, she thinks he is only her senior and then said sorry to him, passing him like nothing happened. Meanwhile Finral, he turn his body and face Y/n with her friends.

"First year student always like this... Acting cool"

𝐂'𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐋'𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐃𝐞 𝐋𝐚 𝐕𝐢𝐞

-𝐂𝐢𝐫𝐜𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞

[10boys]

MLQC : Smothering

♡ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━♡

*aka , a boobie face dive !

Victor :

-Its only the softest of Victors that will act so shamelessly vulnerable to you

-You’re sitting on his lap with your arms around his neck as his hands caress the soft skin of your exposed thighs. You had a day off and decided to visit him on his lunch break at his office

-A few hours before on a quick phone call asking his permission to visit (he’s a busy guy) his usual sharp tounge was much diluted. He gave quick but vauge reassuring statement that he was just a bit stressed and had a lot on his plate for the week; risky decisions, rocky investments, many many under developed plans, all under the responsibility of himself.

-You know your smart and strong victor will get through it somehow, just like he always does, but thats not always an easy side to see when you’re experiencing it in first person. You just wanted to give him a moment to be vulnerable, relaxed, and securly cared for, something he’s constantly deprived of in his CEO role.

-As you pull his face closer and closer for cuddles , he relaxes his head and leans it into your shoulder. You stroke his hair leaving random kisses whenever you get the urge.

-There isnt much talking, just the two of you appreciateing each others warming presence

-The hand once on your thigh has risen to completely hold you in his arms, locking you in place.

-You take this as an invention to hug him tighter, elongating your body until his head finally falls into the perfect spot

-He lets out a small huff-like chuckle, letting you know he’s onto your shenanigans.

-“Feeling better already i see ?” You giggle into his hair while circling your finger around his ear, tracing patterns down his neck.

-“ ...m..dummy”

-His harsh words are very opposing to his actions. His grip around your waist becomes tighter as he burrows himself deeper into his personal pillow

-The comfort and warmth wraps his mind in pink hearts, allowing him to forget his pressing struggles and stress. Being near you is like a sip of wine to him , sensualizing and god damn intoxicating

-He’ll slowly move his face back and forth, in and out, up and down, until he finally realses a small groan of satisfaction

-Being a accomplice to his healing feels amazing, but the current undivided attention to you and your breast is indescribable

-He’ll stay like that for a while, just pushing and rubbing against you...

-He can’t allow himself to get too wired up at work though , this is only his lunch break after all

-The slight shift in his pants once he feels your nipples begin to harden against his face knocks him out of his trance

-“ahh I can’t do this now”

-He doesn’t move, just turns his head and leasurly lays on them for the remainder of his break

-At home though? Boyyyyyy

-Your low V-neck shirt would have been pulled down immediately to expose yourself to him, breast spilling out resembling a 4 course meal

-Victor prefers his hands to your breasts though, he loves to grope and toy with your nipples. He doesn’t have a good view to watch your reaction to him if hes face-deep

Lucien :

-HE is a looker

-We’re all very familiar with his intense gaze stairing problem

-You’re both sitting upright on opposite sides of the plush floor matt in his reading room, pillows densely outline the edges for support and comfort while you two peacefully enjoy each other’s company

-Well, you were

- Just as you’re turning the page of one of the novels you found laying near by, you see a pair of familiar black pupils from above the pages

-You lower the book to better see the man glaring absolute holes into you. The corners of his lips lift into seemingly innocent smile, the smile that softens his whole face, thins out his eyes, and hides his much more vulgar intentions.

-“Can i help you sir ?” You playfully spat trying to hide the gentle blush creeping onto your cheeks

-Your remark seems to have caught him off guard, but he quickly fixes his face. He lowers his book and gently places it to the side, his thin black-framed glasses following suit.

-“Actually...” his tall thin frame is crawling twords you, you feign resistance, lightly kicking your legs to keep him away. His large strong hands grasp them immediately, keeping them in place long enough for him to slip himself in.

-And now there he is, layed on top of you with his head under the arms thats still holding your book whata attention whore.

-His head rests on your lower stomach hiking up the him of your shirt. You know he’s up to something, but his current good behavior is enough to lower your suspensions for now. Him cuddling onto you while you read is actually very peaceful in itself. He looks comfortable and delicate, so you let him be.

-But that doesn’t last for long

-You can feel his warm breath on your stomach ascented by soft pecks and kisses, leaving trails just beginning to go above your belly button. His hands grab the rim of your shirt pulling it over his head, creating a personal space for just him and the beautiful view underneath

-“Lucien!” You giggle as his kisses gradually travel higher up, getting wetter and more passionate with each contact of skin

-“Hm? Something wrong? I prefer it under here..” and with that, he’s face planted.

-The distractions have your book strown to the side after you’ve long lost interest

-Lucien likes to play.

-He’ll dip his hands in periodically to help with his little experiments, pressing down your nipples to watch them pop back up.

-But mostly, he’ll hold your body from the outside as he helps himself to as much titty as he wants

-He loves the good old-fashion smother. His face absorbed by boob. Since you’re laying down, He’ll use his hands from the outside to push up all the extra boob fat

-Lucien, the actual kitten, will leave nips and bites on the supple flesh inbetween his face-dive sessions. He just absolutely adores the whole act, having someone he loves and admires so vulnerable and exposed to him and his desires makes his heart soft and dick hard

-Is he lightly thrusting his hips against the matt ? The world may never know

-Lucien does this often tho, maybe second in place to kiro

-From daily hugs to cuddle session, he can’t seem to keep to loose himself to his desires.

Gavin :

-Ooooh blushy boy

-You LOVE teasing him, the way he quickly turns his head to redirect his attention when he’s flustered is beyond satisfying, the butterflys you get knowing what you (unintentionally) do to him is :,)

-So the element of surprise is something he hates but you love

-He’s sitting on the edge of the bed, just chillin on his phone waiting for you to finish up whatever you were doing in the other room when BAM

-“Gavin ~ i missed u ~”

-You pull him into a smothering embrace, his face and your chest having an intement moment together

-You hold his head firmly aginst you while softly stroking his hair, letting some fingers down periodically to trace along his ear

-Gavin groans but shows absolutely no signs of resistance probably to hide his blushing face

-His face feels great agaisnt your chest, you begin to move them side to side to create a bit of friction for yourself

-You hear him release a low exhale at the action as you respond with a soft giggle

-Once Gavins done acting all tsundere he finally surrenders, pulling you closer by hugging at your waist, softly shaking his head in your breast

-Shit he may even grip a titty with one hand as he continues to press against the other

-Gavin lives to please you, so its not long after his attention will go to pinching at your nipples and nipping them with his teeth through your shirt

-When you look down to check on him, you meet the gaze of his blushing face and low amber eyes looking up at you and fuck

-Its time to get down to business :)

-Gavin loves to mark you, so sucking his ownership into one of your most delicate and personal places is his specialty

-He also loves to smother while he fucks you or you fuck him

-When he’s close he’ll bury himself in your chest and fuck you like the dirty dog he is ;)

-he nasty

-so shy...but so naSTy...

Kiro:

-Kiro absolutely loves it

-Kiro is just a boob guy in general?

-White tank top + your nipples pressing through = suckle session

-Like lucien, he loves to lay down on top of you and just... play

-Its rare you both have a day off at the same time so you usually spend it having a lazy day together, after all, working is exhausting

-You’re cuddled up on the couch watching your favorite feel-good show together, one of his favorite things to do with you since he gets to use his most favorite pillow

-Actually, Its just you watching the show.

-His arms are wrapped around your body pressing you as close to his face as he possibly can

-“mmmm miss chips is my favorite pillow~”

-“wahhh your boobs are so great”

-We can’t expect this vocalist to be shy about his feelings for you, he’ll spit little praises at you regularly as they come to his mind

-He’ll lay on each one, then in the crevis of your breast so he can push them together to completely surround himself. His hands will get a good grip as he paws and gropes at them

-Can he breath? The world may never know

-He’ll die a happy death tho

-Loves to wiggle his face back and forth and feel the jiggle

-He gives them so much attention you begin to think he might have a boob worshiping thing?? Not that you’d mind ;)

-His face and free boob massage feels absolutely great, his tinted cheeks and wet blue orbs stairing up at you is enough to make the anime steam blow through your head

- *thought bubble* fuck fuck fuck hes so cute...

Sooo if you can’t tell #1 im a cancer and #2 im about to start my period so my boobs are soooo sensitive right now, these scenarios are all i can think about ~ Thank u sm for reading !!! You can comment your thoughts or stance of the accuracy, Check out my other works under the mlqc tag :) -myk

[pinkbiscuits-perks-and-curses]

my inner voices (self introduction)

good: Basically a guardian, very nice, very polite, but no fun. Acts like a mother sometimes, and is responsible for family affairs and my personality.

Represented as a male angel in a white suit.

neutral: Shy, patient and lazy. Doesn’t really care. Is responsible for all of my impulse control, acts as a mediator between the rest of the voices.

Represented as a ghost wearing a big sweater.

evil: not really evil, hot tempered, hates a lot of things. Is the one in control of my motor control, is a voice of reason when all else fails, acts like a tsundere.

Represented as a young demon in his teenage rebellious years.

chaos: popped up one day, can be extremely innocent, yet at other times can be extremely evil. Is in charge of originality, my humour, and random thinking

Represented as a child, resembles the anti-Christ.

horny: self-explanatory, doesn’t really do much.

Represented as a sexy female vampire, acts like a librarian when not doing anything.

reason: a part of neutral, likes to overthink, is in charge of most of my active thinking, the cause of most of my mental problems.

Represented as a sentient witch hat that appears on neutral

malice: the cousin of evil, typically dormant, handles my bottled up emotions, emerges under stress, takes over once active.

Represented as a black orb with red inscription, hatches into an imp.

restraint: in charge of strong emotions, is typically transparent, isn’t sentient, when active he restrains emotional outlash, this can lead to panic attacks, rapid mood swings, and suicidal tendencies.

Represented as chains that appear on and around neutral.

[icouldntresistit]

Why do people think that the more you have to analyze something, the realer it is?

There seems to be this narrative that ships are only real if you can’t tell they’re real which...

okay...

...sounds stupid as fuck but okay.

Like because skinship is more common among Korean males than American males, for example, you can only tell idols are fucking if they actually act distant/cold/rude toward each other outside of the fanservice?

Take, for example, a ship like Namjin. If Namjoon sucks Jin’s ear while he’s crying and announcing “I love you,” that means Namjin is fake. But if he turns around and actively avoids Yoongi on stage and seems a little irritated with him that means it’s real because of some kid’s jealousy headcanon. Or if Namjoon is clearly in a room by himself, the bristle of the curtains must be Yoongi because apparently wind can’t get through open windows for the sake of an army grandma’s headcanon. Or if Namjoon consistently hangs out with Jin (during and outside of work), is all over Jin, always talks about Jin, has multiple inside jokes with Jin, and all the members react to Namjin with varying levels of worry and annoyance, that means that Namjin is just a cover up for the real ship (Namgi) of 2 people who pretty much never interact beyond common niceties. Everything Namjin does is part of a greater conspiracy to hide those oh-so melodramatic and obvious expressions of love where Namjoon, you guessed it, looks in Yoongi’s *glowing orbs* with ~hearts in his eyes... ugh this is getting ridiculous. I mean are there times where a member really could be hiding in another member’s room? Sure. Are there moments of jealousy? In some moments, I’d assume. But the problem is that it’s not in EVERY single interaction 2 people have. It’s also not cute to really overanalyze things like one member looking in another member’s general direction at the precise angle of rotation that proves that they’re in love

Lack of “evidence” for a ship does not make it more real and it certainly does not give anyone a pass to harrass other people (including bts themselves). I see this way too much with the Big 2. Just shut the fuck up sometimes and enjoy the moments. I hate to be mean but it’s not okay to act like jealousy, extreme possessiveness, and tsundere on steroids are completely normal in healthy relationships. This whole ‘let’s search for evidence where there is none’ often leads to these harmful ideas. It’s also just odd and makes it seem like no matter what happens, a person will use any moment as evidence for their ship. This can reach dangerous levels (some would say it already has) and can mare the members’ actual relationships. Granted, doing all of this in English probably will have no effect, there’s still a possibility with anything.

This is just a personal rant though. I just really dislike this kind of thing.

And before some ~intellectual comments with thoughts I really don’t care about, I’m not actually targeting any specific ship, just speaking generally on this one toxic aspect that can turn into many bigger problems. I’m also not saying that any one ship is better than others❗ Anyway, ignore this

[dotchi13]

Magnar the Stubborn Dad

(I’m writing this on my phone as something spur of the moment, I have no way to get to my laptop and at the moment it’s almost midnight, so I will tackle any grammatical errors when I have the availability to and my laptop is back in my possession

This is the Third in the @vex-bittys Trinity with the odd man out Magnar the Coral (I apologize if I don’t get the Tsundere right, I’m not very good at writing Tsunderes despite how easy it might look)

Rating: PG

Warnings: Arguements, Tsundere Dad And his many adoptive children, Parental Love, Lots of Fluff

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

When Magnar slithered into Dotchi the Heartsona’s lap he didn’t count on it bringing on such a large family, many Corals didn’t like that, they preferred being the baby and being babied but he had to suck it up as more than those three started coming.

He hid his safe space in many places, changing it every week not because it was fun but because it was fun but because he was scared that someone would find and take his treasures, which led to a very irritable Coral until his Owner sat down with him and the other three and tried to sort out what would make them happy, and Magnar’s nest gained a permanent residency in Dotchi’s room as long as she promised not to look around for it, which she swore on her life.

He was still pretty unhappy with the situation until they rolled in.

The Babies.

Tiny Toriels merely flashed them their adorable smiles and suddenly a whole new world was opened to him and his brother pair Zalman and Arach. Suddenly they were taking babies under their wings left and right, and though he would always vow one was the last one, another would bust out of their orb and steal his heart, his adoptive children becoming his greatest treasures, though he never told them that, they would implicitly know.

They gave him his space whenever he was inclined to leave the group, but that was few far in between not that Magnar would ever admit that, always going to his nest in the bottom drawer of the nightstand if something or someone got too much for him, he was a parent, not a miracle worker despite some tricks he had learned to put up His sleeve.

And when the Raggedy-Mumcher orb came into the possession of him and the other two he was prone to hiding it in his nest, much to the outrage of Arach who wanted his egg to be in his space and heavily guarded, but they had so many babies to look over that everyone knew if Arach took all of it on his own he would pass out from exhaustion, Magnar absolutely refusing to stop moving his precious orb to his nest, even when the two got into a fight that could have led to biting if not for a time-out set by Zalman to make sure everyone stayed level-headed.

The Chain turned to the babies, flopping onto his belly as he usually did, grinning to the still-scared little tots indulgently.

“ It’s going to be alright everyone, do you think you can help us solve this problem? They both made good points and I know they both would appreciate your input.”

There was a buzz as all the baby bones spoke to one another, looking back to their Mama and Daddy before back to their Papa, a Teeth stepping forward.

The Horrortale Papyrus held himself, shrinking in on themselves as they usually do as he spoke up in his crooked little voice, “ Maybe we can make something for D-Dad?”

Make something? For him?

“ Che, I don’t care.” Magnar turned, hiding his blush in his hood as the babies merely giggled and chirped as if he had signed a deal in ink, scattering around as Magnar watched in concern, the little ones scrambling all over the place when he noticed something.

They were grabbing blankets and various objects as little scouts combed through the room before a small Horror called from a lower cabinet, kicking it open to show it was empty, it being quickly filled as the Toriels of all kinds combed over it to make it look nice as they called their Dad over, beaming in pride as they revealed to him a new nest they made themselves in a hidden away place that was never used, and it was filled with their favorite blankets as a nest as well as their own treasures, drawings and cotton and even shiny objects to give it some sparkle as they knew he would love.

“ I-It’s okay I guess... I don’t care...” Magnar croaked, tugging the hood over his face to hide his tears. It’s not like He loves it so much his soul hurts, absolutely not.

Just because he started putting the little orb child there meant nothing, it’s also completely unfair to say he liked it since he moved things from his old nest to the new one like his first gifts from his family, he just wanted to make the nest not ugly!

Yeah, that was definitely it.

[star-crossedfidelity]

Zion’s Story: Indifference

Mun!Yuki: So I am a bad grandmother. I have forgot about Zion’s birthday which was 2 days ago, July 30th. QwQ I’ve been busy. BUT I SHALL TRY AND MAKE UP FOR IT!!! And give a little bit of lore about Zion and his character! Please enjoy! And I hope Zion isn’t mad at me. QwQ Happy Belated Birthday, Sweet tsundere bby boi!!!

~

Sometimes, I wonder if being the youngest was a curse.

It’s true, I’m hot-headed and stubborn to a fault. I honestly wish I wasn’t like this.

As a result, I envied my older siblings.

While I’m aware they have their flaws, I couldn’t help but be envious.

An older sister that was taken seriously and stronger than even a yakuza.

An older brother with a heart of gold and got along with almost everybody.

But what does that make me?

I’m not strong enough, nor am I able to speak with honesty.

I don’t find shame in my interest in acting, I take pride in that along with my humanity.

I’m still a kid.

But in some ways, I can’t even see myself as any where unique as my siblings.

One day, they will choose a different path. A path I can’t follow.

Maybe my sadist of a sister will conquer. Maybe my docile brother will settle. Then, where does my path take me?

The thing we all have in common with is the knowledge about the existence of vampires.

I am aware of my own flaws and try hard to fix them. Even when many attempts have failed, I try to conquer even if the cost lead to pain.

Before the closest thing to a friend to me came into my life, I had no one.

I can tell my mom tries to be there for me, even when my dad is always busy with work. But it’s not like I can always depend on them.

I refuse to search for guidance in my own siblings in fear I will be pitied. If not by my sister, then most certainly by my brother.

Is it because I’m pushing myself to grow up too fast?

I don’t have achievements or a reputation like my siblings do.

I’m neither disliked or liked by many.

Am I average?

Would it even matter if I wasn’t around?

Would anything even change in this family if I was born or not?

I’m a sharp-tongued brat that can’t even say the right things, I push people away even though I really do want to make friends, and I cause problems when I don’t mean to.

I’m difficult. Why is that?

“Zion-kun?”

I open my eyes, awakening to the sight of light pink orbs. “Zoya...? How did you get into my room?” I questioned, rubbing my eyes before letting out a tired yawn. I remember. I was taking a nap in my room. I was still tired from dance lessons with Uncle Kou early in the morning; Although, I did commit to that the moment I bribed him with vongole bianco.

“You never locked your door. I have tried knocking; However, you never answered. I was worried.” Zoya wore a worried expression. She was worried about me? She’s strangely being honest right now. “Ah... Sorry.” I got up from my bed and prepared to fix my appearance in the mirror. “Is there another reason why you came? Usually, when I’m taking a nap, you always let me rest.”

“Have you forgotten what day it is?” She asked. I turned to her, questioningly. “It’s a Tuesday, isn’t it?” Zoya sighed. “It is your birthday, Zion-kun. We have all decided to going out for dinner tonight.”

“I see...” I turned back to the mirror. I didn’t realize it was even my birthday. When she said “we”, she must’ve meant the family. Was that why Uncle Kou was acting weird earlier? Knowing him, he probably knew I forgot. Given his freaky eye.

“... Thank you.”

“Huh?” I look over to her through the reflection of the mirror and stopped when I noticed she was looking down. “Why are you thanking me for? You’re acting weird, Zoya.”

“... For welcoming me into your home.” She answered, “While I have pushed everyone here to a distance, you were the first to actually push through and remained at my side, even through my darkest times.” Her voice was quivering, despite trying to remain calm, “So... thank you... thank you for being here...”

I couldn’t help but look down now.

She really does thank me for being around...

“But aren’t I difficult to be with?” I couldn’t help but question. Suddenly, I couldn’t help but gasp in surprise when I felt weight pressed against my back. I look behind to see it was Zoya, leaning her head against it. “I will not deny that you have been challenging and confusing to understand; Nonetheless, your determination to strive for a human is admirable for even a pureblood like me.”

Subconsciously, I smiled.

“If only you can be honest like this more often...”

Then I’ll try and do the same too.

She believes in me.

I don’t want to let her down.

Even if it’s hard, I know I need to push through and work hard.

Especially if She worked hard to even bring herself to touch another being, even if it was just this much.

As long as I have at least her believing in me, I will remind myself that I can at least be someone she can be proud of.

~

END

[tumblunni]

Headcanons for Rocky Badboya/Anno Joe/that boxing yokai who is adorable and such

* Rocky used to be a human boxer who not only lost the most important match of his career but also died in a tragic accident. So its understandable why he's so pessimistic now :(

* his lil floaty soul orb coach Patch is just a yokai that was always a yokai. However he used to be a big buff yokai and got sealed away into this weak form due to a similar disaster in his past. He used to be a corrupt coach who gave in to his temptation and forces his young protege to take a dive so he could win some money. This moment ruined the kid's career and the guilt over it crushed Patch's heart so much he de-evolved into this useless lil blob form. Like his concience was saying "you think youre so much better than everyone? See what its like to feel small!" In his process of atoning he met this underdog human ghost, and normally he wouldnt hire someone who didnt look like the could immediately make him money, but he saw the error of his ways and also saw the spark of greatness in this kid!

* Tho also Patch is more of Rocky's tutor in being a yokai rather than boxing itself. Rocky is hard on himself but he was already very experienced at his job before he died and there's not much else Patch needs to teach him. Its more like a circular argument of Patch pointing out that Rocky only lost that fight because he literally died halfway throuh, and Rocky being like NOOOO ITS BECAUSE I'M SO UNTALENTED! And then all the times he messes up due to not knowing how to control his new powers, he blames it again on an innate lack of talent instead of getting back up and continuing to practise. Really his biggest enemy is his own lack of confidence!

* I like the headcanon that Rocky is an oni type yokai cos he has a lot of their design traits. Maybe a human becoming an oni is just a very rare thing thats still actually possible? I think Patch would have probably given him a pep talk along those lines. Like Rocky is feeling like his death is proof that he was useless and never shoukd have tried, and Patch is like "kid you got the one in a million chance and became literally the most battliest type of yokai, do you expect me to think you dont have any potential?!" Like eye of the tiger but its eye of the oni, lol. He might have been scrawny in life but he always had a powerful soul, and now theres no limitations stopping him from living up to it. Only the limitation that his strong soul has been chained up by all these fears and regrets...

* Possibly has a super mode whenever he rarely gets a burst of confidence? Horns get bigger and his shorts become oni patterned even though that doesnt make any sense, lol. And maybe instead of his powers causing your anxieties to come true, he temporarily becomes able to accomplish things his anxiety told him were impossible! Just once, Rocky Badboya actually wins...!! But afterwards he's totally exhausted and gets hit with loads of minor bad luck for the next few days. (Tho just like ripping his pants or dropping money down the drain, not as bad as dying twice)

* also Patch Is His Dad. Not his bio dad obviously, but i feel like his mentorly relationship is very dadly. Since after all even if he doesnt want to accept it, Rocky IS a very talented young man who would have been on his way to greatness if not for his accident. Patch came in expecting to coach him on actual punching but its become more like helping this kid get therapy, take care of himself, and know he has value. And since he just died he didnt really have anywhere to stay, and since Patch just lost The Ability To Have Arms And Thumbs it was helpful having this kid around doing chores and stuff. And then WHOOPS oh no i am caring deeply about his wellbeing and feeling the pride as if he were my own son!! And whoops i am learning to use a pen with my teeth so i can sign these adoption papers!! Whoops, totally accidental!! I bet he was mega tsundere about the whole thing and took forever to actually ask Rocky if he saw him as a father figure and then the kid was hugging him before he could even finish his sentence. And for maximum feelgood boxing movie cheesiness, maybe this is what broke Patch's curse and let him turn back to normal? LET ME HUG YOU WITH MY ONCE AGAIN EXISTING ARMS, SON

* also possibly Rocky's pessimism/anxiety/self hate was already something he struggled with as a human, and having his fears validated by losing that one fight just made it even worse. Perhaps having overly judgmental parental figures could have been a root of this problem, to make him getting adopted by this sweet grumpy old man even more heartwarming! HE FINALLY FOUND BOTH HIS REAL FAMILY AND HIS CONFIDENCE IN HIMSELF...

* im getting really invested in this damn guy holy shit

[professionally-unprofessional]

Bakugou x Reader - Brash Support

So well this is my first BnHA Imagine/Oneshot? Whatever. I hope my characterisation for Bakugou isn’t massively off. I tried my best. Oh, and if people notice my very subtle references to certain shows I will love them forever.

Content warnings:

-mentions of death

-Swearing (I mean... It’s Explosion Boi himself.) 

Bakugou Katsuki was not one to show concern, nor was he one for sympathy or any such ‘soppy’ emotion. He was certainly not one to think about silly little emotions like love or about crushing on someone.

And yet love has a funny way of wriggling into people despite their efforts to deter it. This was the case for Class 1-A’s resident hothead. You’d waltzed into his class out of the blue and all of a sudden he’d find his palms were just that little bit more sweaty and his heart just felt that tiny bit lighter whenever you happened to be around.

It drove him mad. It annoyed him to no end, especially since – for the longest time – he couldn’t figure out what was going on. When it finally dawned on him he was less than impressed, but to some extent it made sense.

The way all of his friends would tease him after a brief encounter with you and all the other signs. It was irritating and frustrating and yet at the same time it was strangely comforting. It was also a learning curve. The angry blonde had learned how to better read body language after all since he found himself staring at you from time to time, trying to figure out how you were feeling.

As such, changes to your behaviour didn’t usually go unnoticed by the blond once he’d figured out your various little signs. Anything from if you were slouching, to how your body was angled towards the people you were interacting with. As such, when things were bothering you, despite not wanting to, the aspiring hero noticed.

Sometimes it wasn’t even a conscious decision, he’d glance up and his red orbs would hover on your body until a though something like, What’s up with that moron now? Would quickly pass through his head and that thought itself would snap the young hero out of his daydreaming and cause him to inwardly growl at once again being unwillingly distracted.

You were generally so cheerful and happy, laughing around with Round Face and the other girls along with some of the boys from time to time. You were so open and carefree which should make changes to your mood somewhat obvious.

What nobody knew was that you were a con artist. You’d managed to con the whole world. The only person who had even an inkling as to your façade was a doctor. After a period of being constantly fatigued and going home and basically sleeping for a solid twelve hours on a regular basis, your parents had declared that something was wrong with you. After all, sleep was for the weak right? Maybe you were just weak.

Either way, during your visit to the doctor, they had determined that you were not ill especially as being ill was uncommon in quirk users, but they still gave you a check-up. When they could find no physical problem, your parent had asked if stress and anxiety could be the cause since it wouldn’t be surprising if you’d found starting at UA to be stressful when considering the threats of expulsion at the beginning of the term.

The doctor had gone quiet for a moment before looking at you for a moment. They said that you’d struck them as a very balanced individual, and that if you were secretly wound up inside that you were doing a very good job of hiding it.

That brutally honest opinion from the doctor was something you hadn’t heard before – a recognition that perhaps you were hiding something underneath that balanced, cheerful exterior.

It was most likely since they’d had experience with exactly that and you supposed that people didn’t really see a smiling person and assume ‘wow that person might have a mental issue residing behind that smile.’

The truth was that you didn’t have a major mental issue. Sure from time to time you got a little stressed and perhaps a little more anxious than you needed to be, but it was purely normal and you were certain that almost every other teenager was going through what you were – everyone has highs and everyone has lows.

The truth was that you had been stressed. Family related issues were causing your own parents to be on edge lately and as a result that carried on to you.

You’d assumed that people never noticed the changes, but you were wrong if you thought that doctor was the only one. Bakugou Katsuki was a smart kid and a teen who’s interest you’d caught.

It started about a month ago. Your posture had been the same. So had your smile. It was those eyes. Those beautiful e/c orbs which had seemed to lose just a tiny bit of their usual light.

It was so subtle Bakugou had almost missed it, but after already having been assessing you subconsciously out of the corner of his eye whenever you were around he was a pro at reading you. His subconscious registered it even if at that point he consciously didn’t.

About two days later he’d noticed that your posture was slightly slouched. Again, it was only a subtle change, but he fully noted it this time. However, he just assumed that you were just having an off day. Heck, he was well aware that sometimes a person could just wake up on the wrong side of bed and know it was going to be a shitty day.

The killer blow alerting him to a definite change was about a week and a half later. After that slouchy day you’d seemed fine again. Yet this time, you came in and that cheerful smile was so damn strained.

It seemed as though you had to put so much effort into smiling. The smiles were smaller. Your tone was quieter. It was enough this time for damned Deku to ask if you were doing okay to which you just told him you were “Just tired.”

“I’m just tired.”

That excuse. How many times had he heard it over the past few days when multiple people started to ask you what was going on.

Not wanting to reveal his crush, nor knowing how to be kind or comforting the brash UA student was at a loss for how to act. Bakugou Katsuki didn’t do comfort. At least, that’s what he thought until Tuesday morning. You had actually been back to your usual self over the end of the last week and the day before. He’d put it down that you’d gotten over whatever was bugging you.

Highs and lows happened. Plus, teens were teens and hormones probably wouldn’t be helping. Bakugou certainly wasn’t foreign to mood swings.

However, he’d shown up that morning and you’d been vacant. Not late. Vacant. Perhaps you’d caught a bug and gone down. Yet you’d seemed fine the previous day. It just didn’t make sense. When you still weren’t in Wednesday and neither Aizawa nor Iida weren’t calling you out on it, he called bull.

Something was up and he wasn’t in on it. He hadn’t even overheard the girls querying your absence among themselves. 

It was at a lunch when Bakugou was angrily scoffing down his lunch, annoyed that everyone was improving so quickly when he felt that he himself was going nowhere. Kaminari had been whining about how good everyone was getting with their quirks – which only served to irritate Bakugou further – but it also provided Bakugou with a way to ask about the absence of his little crush.

Not knowing was pissing him off to a ridiculous extent. He was supposed to be focusing on his classwork and training yet a tiny bit of worry was nagging at the corner of his mind, telling him something was seriously off.

With a scoff, he grumbled, “If (Name) keeps being absent they’re going to get their ass handed to them when they come back.”

At that comment Kaminari and Kirishima ceased their conversation and looked wide-eyed at their explosive friend. He cocked an eyebrow, demanding they explain those looks before he properly lost his shit.

Kirishima looked once at Kaminari and the blond got the hint that Kirishima wanted him to break the news.

“Dude, (Name)’s mother passed away yesterday. She’s probably grieving.” Kaminari’s voice was uncharacteristically quiet, probably out of respect for their classmate.

What. The hell.

How did he not know about this? Still, that didn’t explain your change before that point. The news was like a punch in the gut to him. You were grieving and who knew what kind of support you had around you. He certainly didn’t. Sure you might’ve hung out with the Bakusquad a bit and been friends with them along with some of the girls, but you never really spoke about your home life. Nobody really did.

There was something about you though; you seemed like the kind of person that would keep things to yourself. A little like himself, Bakugou supposed.

Despite his harsh exterior, he was indeed a little tsundere even if he wouldn’t admit it himself. He did care about you. He knew that. From the jealousy that flared up in his chest whenever you would laugh and smile genuinely along with the other boys, or even at times with the girls like Earphone Girl and Round Face.

Eventually you came back. You seemed like normal. As though nothing had happened at all. Nobody mentioned what had happened. He guessed that everyone took your exterior as a way of telling people you just wanted to forget about it and move on. Pretending like it never happened.

As usual, he found himself watching you from a distance yet now, a new protective tug had been added to his ever growing list of emotions regarding you. 

At one point the Shithead from class 1-B had looked like he was going to try and give you hell. He’d deliberately barged past Monoma, looking to start up something if only to distract the obnoxious blond long enough for you to slip away. It’d worked and although it had soured his mood, this was evened out by the warm feeling in his chest from having successfully stopped any extra strain being put on you.

The rest of the day passed peacefully. You were quiet, but fine. You were slower in packing up than usual and he took note of this. Cliché? Absolutely, but it was his best chance to say something slightly endearing without having the entire class think he was going sort of teasing him for the next month.

As he finished packing his own things away he stood and headed for the door. He paused before opening it. “Oi,” his growl was sufficient in getting your attention and you looked up. Your eyes were slightly misty, but you obviously weren’t going to cry in a public place without putting up a small fight with your body’s hormones.

“You’re a fucking moron if you think pretending it didn’t happen makes you okay.” Great job Bakugou. Isn’t one of the Stages of Grief denial? If he left with that statement he had a feeling he’d have caused more damage than good. Your slightly uneven breathing hitched and he saw the dampness in your eyes build. Your expression was unchanging. You hadn’t even blinked and yet the tears had overflowed and run down your cheeks as your eyes widened.

He mentally slapped himself and continued. “Just talk to someone and deal with it, idiot.” His gaze hit the floor. “Don’t let it eat at you, Shitface. You’ve got friends who’ll listen. Worst case. I guess I could put up hearing you ramble.” Despite himself, a small blush had risen to his cheeks. Though perhaps it could’ve been the light.

For the first time he felt slightly nervous to look back up at you. What if he’d only further hurt you? Screw it. He looked up and saw that… You were smiling slightly. A light chuckle escaped you despite the tears cascading down your cheeks.

It left the volatile boy at a complete loss.

Your smile turned so tender and genuine for a moment before it deepened into a slightly playful grin. Sniffing slightly and raising your sleeve to softly wipe the stray bits of water from your face you looked at him. “Was that the Bakugou Katsuki trying to be nice?”

Your teasing however faint thanks to your emotions was enough to make his blush deepen further. Damn you. He scoffed and you laughed again.

“No-one will ever believe you, dumbass.” He growled but it was without its usual aggressive edge.

The playful smirk faded once again to that lovely smile he’d accidentally fallen in love with. “They don’t have to.”

[ryttu3k]

Finished in Tabantha, off to the desert!

Revali is so tsundere it smacked me in the face from a hundred years ago. My god.

Over to the desert now. Just Urbosa’s diary made me make dying whale noises. I can’t wait for the cutscene, truly :’)

On the first of the challenges. Fuck the Yiga, seriously. I can get to the orb no problem, but getting back out? Yeah nah. Tried using stasis to punt it over to the exit, then just clamber around in the rafters to get there myself, but as soon as the guards spotted it it warped back to the treasure store. Can’t paraglide with it, and honestly, my aim is not that great getting it on top of the big middle structure, where I’d be in a better position to throw it out of sight. In the end, I basically fluked knocking it somewhere where they didn’t spot it.

Sorry ‘bout your sacred orb, Gerudo.

Kihiro Moh Shrine - Inside The Box. Glowing orbs! And a motion-controlled box with a number of more orbs in it? I guess you match the colours and numbers. I count... one red... two yellow... four blue... three green? That seems a bit too simple, but we’ll give it a shot. Oh no, it’s two green. Done!

Next up: more ring bullshit. This time, on a fuckin’ Sand Seal! ...Yeah, this can wait until after dinner, haha.

[iamhaaru]

COLD BUT SWEET

(Fan fiction- Kim Seokjin)

I have to admit the first day of school I was so nervous that the butterflies in my stomach were more like pigeons flying.

"Good morning class! Please settle down," the homeroom teacher instructed as he entered the classroom. The students rushed frantically to their designated seats. The teacher started to do the roll calls and I waited patiently for my turn.

"Here," I answered very quietly when my name was called. Everyone turned to the last bench at the corner to see me as I was the transferred student.

There was a lot of shuffling around when the bell rang and everybody got up to leave. I checked my schedule and my first class was English. I went to my locker and took out my study materials but there was only one problem. I didn't know where my classes were nor did I know anyone who could help me.

"Let me help you find your class," said a voice behind me. I turned around and found myself a very good-looking boy standing just a few centimeters away from me. He snatched the paper from my hand and said, "I also have English as my first class. Follow me."

He was kind enough to help me out but his aura was cold. He didn't smile nor greeted. He spoke in a monotone as if he was dead from the inside. As we were walking together I could feel envious eyes glaring at us.

“You can sit with me if you like," he offered. I couldn't concentrate on the lesson taught as the boy next to me kept stealing glances at me every few seconds.

"Do you need anything?" I asked breaking the silence. He just shrugged his shoulders off and turned away. The boy was always with me as we had so far the same classes. When it was recess time I took the tray and stood in the queue to get my food. Almost all the seats were occupied.

As I turned my heel to walk to an isolated area, I felt a manly grip around my wrist. "You are a lost wanderer. Do you think being quiet and innocent will help you to get along in this big school?"

"No...umm I mean...There wasn't any seat left and I..."

"Shut up and follow me!"

"Why are you so rude? I appreciate that you're helping me but can you be any nicer?" I snapped back.

His pale hazel brown orbs were fixed into mine for milliseconds and then continued walking. We were sitting opposite each other, crunching our food, quietly. I could tell I was being stared at without even looking up. I knew that people were judging me. There was one table of girls that I knew were whispering about me because they kept eyeing me and were talking behind their hands.

"Don't mind them. They are just jealous," he said. I raised my eyebrow and asked, "Why?"

"You see that girl wearing a pink shirt?" he pointed out. I nodded.

"She has a crush on me and I bet she doesn't like that I'm with you now," he smirked. I blushed a little and that made him chuckle.

"I'm Kim Seokjin," he introduced and forwarded his hand. I shook his hand and replied, "I'm Park Eun-mi."

“Oh! Look at that! The school’s bully got his new prey,” someone announced pointing at Jin. I looked at him and said, “School’s bully? Does he mean you?”

“Yes, I’m known for my cold behavior to others and hence they think I’m a bully.” He said rather disappointed. I noticed how his monotonous voice became softer.

I reached out my hand and placed it on top of his and gave it a gentle squeeze. “I’m new here and from how you behaved with me I can’t agree that you are a bully. You have been cold towards me but I believe there is some warmth hidden inside you that you are not bringing out.”

“Are you perhaps scared of letting people take advantage of you?” I asked, almost like a whisper.

“Yes, and that’s why I decided to put the cold act with everyone.” He replied.

“But with you...I couldn’t be cold. Something or someone forced me to help you out.”

I smiled at his confession and said, “Maybe because that something or someone knows that I can perhaps help you to change?” He tightly grasped both my hands and sweetly pecked the knuckles of my right hand. I quickly removed my hand and stared back at him.

“Sorry, I couldn’t help it!” He shyly responded, scratching the nape of his neck.

“But why would you help me?” He asked next.

“For others, you may be cold but to me, you’re a sweetheart and I want others to realize that.” I smiled

“You helped me throughout the day when no one from the class even greeted me!” I said further. “And that made you feel that I’m a sweetheart?” He questioned.

“It’s just a hunch, my dear.” I laughed. He laughed along and from that day onwards I got a Tsundere as my best friend.

[procyonvulpecula]

Memes from our flat and associated people at MCM Comic Con

@emmerer​ @ayaka-shimizu​ @pants-renko​/@impetuous-esper​ @zodiac-tsundere @xanyx (...I think?)

Spare hair

Meme cream

That building is tall

Removing the lower floors of a building and pushing the top floor to make a plane

Bird Pope, Bird Pope, he flies around to bring you hope/snope (snail hope)

“I’m not here to fork speed you”

Dave and the guy who doesn’t have any lungs

That siren is Blairing. “Education, education, education!”

Pants Wanker

“I don’t want the last thing I say to you tonight to be Bee Fucker. ...wait.”

“I’m really enjoying my time here at MCM Comic Con 2017! Don’t forget to stay hydrated!”

Claire is somewhat spicy and has small wings

“The borders are open, we are no longer Trump’s America!”

Infatuated sassy acids

Kyouko and Mystia’s band (I’m not even going to type out the new name)

Magikarp trainer toilets and gender orbs

Confiscating Adam’s bladder at the O2

Wait, which China are we talking about here?

The Moon is actually a cheap Chinese knock-off of the Sun, which is a cheap Chinese knock-off of the Moon which caught fire

London is aesthetic at aesthetic o’clock

Your t-shirt looks like an explosion of rabbits

cold (h)air blower vs. TV

There’s science on my nose.

“Adam, please science all over my face.” - Luna

anti-Frisk shampoo (also anti-fish, fusion, freeze and fish)

Russians

A billion Soviets

I’m saving the USSR for a rainy day

Claire’s saving herself for a rainy day

Units of measurement (about three?)

Tea is the universal cure for everything especially foot problems

“How do you make hot chocolate?”

Sensitive Growlithe

The missile knows where is isn’t at all times

We have to find all seven bees in the world and that means living forever

Cola and Slush Puppy = science!

Asgore x Temmie crack fanart

Plant Crossing - not as good as Animal Crossing

Adverse Camber, Cylists Please Dismount

Fingerboys

Katy has 11 crispy breasts, 9 of which are edible

“All rise for the national anthem - you fuckin’ skreb.”

Flying type Pokemon stealing our women at a rate of 30 per second, and one window frame per second.

Claire needs to update her flaps.

#69 Bellsprout

“Does he look like a Darude?”

“I’m not a Darude, Adam, I’m just Harry!”

BBC controls the weather.

I can name every country in the world - Congo and Brazil. Both of them.

Lucozade SCREM

“I’m French.” “I am so, so sorry to hear that. May I offer you a consolation croissant?”

“We’re entirely safe in this thunderstorm. Only the tallest person in the building gets struck by lightning.

Taste the ___, Johnny!