#wholesome cherry boy and his friends

[violetsiren90]

What the Moon Saw

Pairing: Yoongi x f!Reader

Genre: One-shot; non-idol AU; friends to lovers; young love; summer nights, angst/fluff/smut

Summary: Having been with each other through thick and thin, you and your childhood friend, Yoongi, realize that nobody knows how to say goodbye.

Listen to: "Nobody Knows" by The Lumineers

Drabbles: Stolen Tides; Beacons Ashore; The Lighthouse Keeper

Content Warnings: 18+ (minors dni); allusions to domestic abuse; divorce of parents; cigarette smoking; infidelity (not between main couple); kissing; hickeys; making out; hand jobs; oral sex (female receiving); loss of virginity (female); moments of body insecurity; unprotected sex; cumming inside; cockwarming; characters are ADULTS at the time of their sexual encounter; LOTS of emotions

Author's note: I moved. Like, a block away from the beach, and the views and the vibes have me ALL up in my feels. I wrote this in two nights and then sat on it. I wasn't sure if I was going to post it or just keep it in my heart because parts of it are so personal to me. BUT, here it is. I want to give inspiration credit to @orchidyoonkook , because I will never ever be able to write young love or Yoongi without being influenced by the beauty that is Under the Willow Tree. 💕 If anyone chooses to read this little love story of mine, I hope it brings you something wholesome!

If no one has told you yet today, you are loved and worthy of love! 🧜‍♀️💜

    You inhaled deeply, taking the salty air into your lungs as you gazed out over the cliff side and across the rippling blue that stretched on and on until it met the soft pink glow of the horizon. Your eyes tracked the tide lapping at the smooth sands. You slipped off your heels to meet the cool pavement, but you could feel it already - the soft golden grains molding to meet your steps. These shores hadn't borne your footprints in over a decade, but here you were, drawn back again by the hypnotic crash of the sea and the lonely call of the gulls. It felt as though you had never left. You leaned over the railing of the rickety staircase that wove its way down the cliff side into the sand and scree. Your gaze trailed down the steps, one by one, until you saw it, jutting out halfway down: the lip of a ledge in the rock face. Your breath caught in your chest. Old, familiar feelings of a time gone by washed over you. The years rolled back like clouds from the sun in the western sky.

You were nineteen.

You shivered, drawing your knees up and hugging them to you as sat on the thick woolen blanket you had laid over the cool stone of the ledge. Even on a summer night like this, you should have worn something more practical. But you had worn your cotton sundress with the cherries. He had once told you that you looked like the main character in that dress, and it had been your favorite ever since.

You watched the moon dance on the dark water and thought about all it had seen. It had been watching the little alcove from the beginning. It had seen you the summer after your first year of middle school, wrapped in a blanket with book between your hands, as you took refuge from the emotional turmoil that shook your house nearly every night leading up to your parents' divorce. It had seen the boy one night, wandering the beach with a cigarette and busted lip, trying to smoke away the tears in his eyes. It had seen the boy climb the stairs, only to discover his favorite hiding place was already harboring another runaway. It had seen you look at him - skinny limbs in a jacket and ripped jeans not lanky on his small frame, tussled dark hair, round face, little bleeding pouted lips, dark sharp eyes wide with surprise - and consider that he was likely the most beautiful thing you had ever laid eyes on. It had seen him offer you a cigarette which you refused. It had seen him ask you for a light, which you didn't have. And then it had seen you become friends. Best friends. It had watched you become all that the other truly had in the small, beautiful, painful world of a child. And now it would watch him amble up the beach one last time to find you there.

Yoongi. He had been so upset when you told him that you were leaving for college, but he had tried his best not to show it. He was always like that, keeping things deep inside. You had to wait and watch and listen and coax them out. You could always find the right time to do it, when he felt safe to let you. Most nights, though, it was you pouring out every little thing in your heart. Yoongi loved it when you did that. He would listen with the softest little smile and warm eyes, creasing in the corners, as he watched your hands move with as much animation as your voice when you spoke. His nearly-silent breathy laugh would come like a breeze off the sea and waft around you, lifting your spirits and cleansing your soul. His rare, full smile spreading in breathtaking beauty over his face, pulling his upper lip away from his gums. There were the good times, and the bad ones. On hard nights you would hold each other in silence, letting the beat of the other's heart and the steady undulation of the tide carry you through to the dawn.

You remembered the first time you had awakened in his arms after such a night. The light had just started to stream over the tops of the cliffs, painting the water in rose gold. You had shivered, feeling the dampness of the cool salty air in your hair. And then you had looked up and seen him there, holding you, still fast asleep. His face was angelic, little pink lips just parted, chest rising and falling with the swell of his breath, and you swore you could endure anything life threw at you if the first thing you saw each day were his dark lashes resting gently on the apples of his cheeks. Yoongi had finally stirred and blinked down at you, just gazing silently - the little warm smile in his eyes rather than on his lips. In that moment, something had changed. In the weeks that followed, you thought you had never felt so many things at once.

You felt giddy. You felt a little sick. You felt like you could fly.

You were in love.

You were in love and you had very nearly worked up the courage to do something about it when you saw it - that horrid little purple bruise right below his ear. You had asked him if his father had done it and he had been confused at first. But when you brushed your fingers so softly over the mark, his eyes had widened and he had recoiled, pulling up the collar of his jacket to obscure it from your view. He had insisted that he was fine and not to worry. But worry you did, all the way up to the day you realized what the little bruise really was. Then your worry morphed into something different. You felt sick again, but this time it felt like a burden. You had chided yourself for being so stupid. He was beautiful and sixteen, of course he was involved with girls - girls that weren't you. Your heart broke. You pieced it back together with the succor of his friendship, and, soon, you started seeing other boys too. But you never let them give you purple bruises. You didn't want them from their lips. 

As the seasons went by, you remained tethered to one another. Regardless of friends or suitors who would come and go, you knew each other in a way that no one else could. A way that didn't require words. Laughter bubbled up without effort or restraint. Fights ended in tears and forehead kisses and never lasted more than a few moments. Never past parting. Until one day a few weeks ago when he had told you that a boy you were going with was seeing another girl. Yoongi had never liked your boyfriend, and so you had reacted badly, gotten defensive and let yourself be angry with him for telling you. You had snapped at him to mind his own business. When he had insisted that you were his business you had said no you weren't, not in that way. He had gone quiet. So quiet. And then he had left. And he hadn't come the next night. Or the night after that.

You were so angry and anxious, and you told yourself you wouldn't wait for him another night, so you stayed home for the rest of the week. Then, on the third night away, you had tucked yourself into bed only to imagine Yoongi waiting for you, alone in the darkness. You had whipped off your covers and gone to find him in your pajamas. When he had seen you he had jumped up, throwing his cigarette aside, and crushed you in his arms. He had hugged you from the other side of the railing, not even waiting for you to climb over, then lifted you to stand before him on the ledge where he had enveloped you in his arms again. You had tried to apologize, but he wouldn't let you. And then you told him what you had been dreading to tell him all summer: you were leaving. He hadn't reacted. He had just held you in silence. But there was something different in him now, something that had his eyes trained immovably on the horizon. Something that wouldn't let him look at you. Something that distracted him from all you had to say as his thumbs brushed softly over your arms. He had looked at you so strangely before you had parted that night.

Now you were meeting one last time before you would watch the little coastal town and all its hurts disappear in your rearview mirror. You needed a second chance and this scholarship might be your only shot. Your reverie broke as you noticed a figure shuffling down the waterline in the bright light of the waxing gibbous. The figure sprung nimbly, with practiced steps, up the stairs, and lightly vaulted the rail, landing with a soft thud, catlike, a few feet from where you sat. He stepped forward, standing over you as he pulled a pack of cigarettes out of his jacket pocket. He was wearing tight khakis, white tennis shoes, and a plain white tee under his green military jacket. With a smoke tucked behind his ear and that little smirk on his lips, you thought he might be cooler than Steve McQueen.

"Got a light?" he asked coolly, shoving the pack of Marlboros back in his pocket. You rolled your eyes.

"Of course not, Yoongi. And why on earth do you always ask me that when you've got one anyway?"

Yoongi smiled to himself as he brought a lighter to the little yellow-tipped cylinder between his lips. It was a secret kind of smile, the kind that made you want to snatch the cigarette from between his teeth. But tonight wasn't for fighting, even the bickering kind. He eased himself down beside you with his signature careful grace. You sat in silence, gaze trained out over the water. While you were looking elsewhere, he relaxed, and you tracked his movements in your peripheral vision. You would do this sometimes, especially when he was particularly guarded. He had always been bad at eye contact, but if you gave him a little space he would let down his walls, and you could read him like a book. Just now, he had let his gaze settle on you. Smoke hissed through his lips, his mouth hanging open just a little in that way it did when he was lost to his thoughts. His eyes roved over you in a way that made you mouth go dry. You swallowed. He suddenly shifted his gaze, coughing a bit.

"I like this dress," he offered, like an apology.

"I know," you murmured with a smile.

"Yeah?" he questioned, brow furrowing, as he took another drag. He was quiet for a beat before pressing out another question. "Paul headed out east too?"

"I broke up with him," came your answer, but without a smile this time.

  "Yeah?"

    "Oh come on, Yoongi," you bit out, "You knew that was going to happen. That's why you told me!"

His jaw ticked ever so slightly.

    "You know that's not true. He was cheating on you. I couldn't let you be in the dark about it - get hurt by another one of these assholes who don't deserve your time in the first place."

You sighed, frustration rising unbidden again as Yoongi casually hurtled the unspoken walls you had erected to make things easier.

    "What I deserve is my business. I don't go chastising you for letting random bitches suck on your neck and god knows what else so that you don't feel lonely."

The remark had been soft but laced with venom, and you had regretted breaching your own resolve against negativity the moment the words had spilled from your lips.

    "Random..." He stared at you intently, surprise and confusion mingling with another indiscernible expression in his eyes as they traced over your features. You were trying to think of a way, any way, to salvage the conversation when he huffed out a laugh.

    "You did know what it was!"

    "What?"

    "That hickey you asked about sophomore year."

Your stomach flipped.

    "How do you even remember that?" You blustered in incredulity.

    "How do you?"

    He was staring at you knowingly with those achingly beautiful dark eyes that always saw you. It was one of the things you loved most about him. But right now it was terrifying. Right now you wanted to escape, only, there was nowhere to go. So for a moment, just a moment, you didn't hide anymore.

    "Because," you swallowed, trailing your eyes back up to his, your voice shaking a bit as you whispered, "I remember everything."

A beat. Two. You didn't make a disarming jest, or a hurried qualification. You didn't even blink. In a flash as quick and heavy as a summer storm, years of yearning filled your eyes like intangible tears, holding his face in your gaze before casting it back out over the sea. Yoongi had froze where he sat, eyes trained immovably on you before he suddenly stood, tossing his cigarette and cursing as he took a step toward the edge, weaving his fingers through his hair.

"What?" you asked, almost defensively.

He didn't turn around, but you could hear the emotion in his voice, his head bowed as he wrestled with the words.

    "Nah, that's not fair. You're leaving...You're leaving and you're gonna make it even...even harder right now?"

Turns out you weren't the only one who had been building walls with invisible bricks. You jumped to your feet.

    "Oh, so this is my fault? You've been telling me my whole life to get out! You convinced me to apply to the Ivy Leagues! You spent the last weeks pushing me away! I don't understand what you want from me, Yoongi!"

He turned toward you, pulling his bottom lip into his mouth, eyes on the ground.

    "A clean break," he said lowly, "Not from you...for you. I just wanted you to run, no guilt no pain, and not look back."

You felt a lump rise in your throat as you shook your head.

    "That's not how it works though. I was always going to look back. Whenever I was frightened or lost or uncertain. Whenever I woke up in the morning or closed my eyes to sleep, or laughed, or...or felt so much joy I didn't know what to do with it. I was always going to look back, Yoongi," You took a deep breath, "I was going to look for you."

Hot tears slipped down your cheeks as you grabbed his arm and pressed your wet face into his shoulder. You could feel his body shake with little sobs.

    "Don't," he croaked out, "don't look for me."

    "Sorry," you huffed a tearful laugh into the fabric of his sleeve, "I don't think my heart will listen to you. Pretty rough deal when it's yours after all."

You had tried to say it like a joke. It had come out like a promise.

    Yoongi stilled. Everything stilled. For a moment, it was as if even the sea and the sky and the moon held their breath. He let his hands fall from where they covered his face. As he lifted his head and turned, you dropped his arm, thinking for one horrible moment that he meant to push you away. But he didn't. He reached for you, and gently, firmly - like every move he ever made, like every word he ever spoke - slipped his hand around the nape of your neck and pressed his mouth against yours.

    You gasped softly against his lips.

    Sweet, methodical, insistent. He slipped his tongue against your bottom lip and you tilted your head to slot your mouth against his, deepening the kiss as his tongue brushed languorously against your own. He tasted like mint and cigarettes and him. You could do this all day. A little dagger pierced your heart at the thought that you only had tonight. You stumbled back, tugging him down beside you onto the blanket. You pushed him to his back and slipped onto his lap, leaning down to reconnect your lips with his. He chuckled into your mouth, his cheeks still wet with tears. 

    "Slow down," he hummed.

    "No," you murmured in simple defiance, kissing along his jaw before dipping to press your mouth to the soft flesh of his neck.

You licked softly, experimentally, along the side of his throat, and his fingers tightened against your waist. He tasted like salty skin and the alcohol of that cheap musky cologne he wore and Yoongi. You leaned back, supporting yourself with hands on either side of his head as you looked down at him.

    "Can I?" you asked with a shy smile

    "Hm?" he hummed, large, lithe hands massaging your waist.

    "Leave a mark?"

His eyes squeezed into little crescent moons, and his mouth pulled up into a full smile he couldn't repress. He chuckled again, reaching up to brush his palm over your cheek, and nodded, tilting his head to the side to expose the creamy skin of his neck. Your heart hammered in your chest as you leaned down and placed an open-mouthed kiss to his throat before sucking until you had pulled a low, deep groan from him. You pushed up again, surprised at the sound, new and lovely, to find him flushed - his blown pupils darkening his eyes, and a little wet patch of smooth skin growing rosy against his throat. You felt a thrill rush through you, making you tremble. You leaned down and marked him again and again, pulling sweet moans from his lips until his neck and collarbones were littered with the proof of your mouth. You lifted your face to kiss him again, but after pressing his lips to yours twice, he pulled back.

"One more," he whispered, taking your hand from his face and guiding it down to the slight firm swell of the top of his left pec.

His eyes played over your face as you felt it softly against your fingertips - his heart. In a valiant fight for your composure, you pressed your eyes shut and buried your face in his chest. He ran a hand over the back of your head soothingly. You raised your face to meet his gaze again, choking out a little sob at the depth of its gentle affection. You slipped your fingers to the collar of his cotton tee and stretched it down and to the side, revealing his bare chest. With reverence you pressed your mouth to his skin, fulfilling his request.     

No sooner had you raised your eyes to his again than he was pulling you against his lips and rolling you to your back. His weight sank into you as your mouths moved together and you thought, maybe, under his warmth was the only place you ever wanted to be. Your body responded to him seemingly of its own accord, your legs weaving around the backs of his thighs as a thrumming ache intensified at your core. As he moved to kiss your neck you found your hips rolling up, seeking relief for the sticky ache at their center, and you were met with a firm knot in his groin that pressed just where you were neediest. Your high-pitched whine was a sharp contrast to his low growl into your shoulder. It was intoxicating - his sensation, his sound, and you undulated against him over and over to slake your want on his growing hardness and hear his breath come quick against your ear. He began to rock against you in return, and soon you were whimpering into his neck, beads of sweat cooling on your forehead against the night air as each rut of his hips became overwhelming and not enough.

    "Yoongi, please," you begged in a breathy moan, lightly squeezing the back of his neck and turning your damp forehead against his soft cheek.

He pushed up to look at you, brushing away the little hairs clinging to your brow. He looked as needy as you, but a little uncertain.

    "What is it?" he asked. You knew he knew. You leaned up and kissed him chastely before letting your head fall back against the blanket.

    "I want you," you murmured, suddenly barely able to look at him as the words formed on your lips.

Yoongi dipped to press another kiss to your mouth before sitting up and back on your thighs, and gently tugging you up with him. You noticed the bulge straining against the front of his khakis, and he winced slightly as he wiggled to adjust against your legs. He took your hands in his, that little smile tugging at the corners of his pink lips, tongue darting out lick at them as he considered you thoughtfully. Impatient, you pushed his jacket off his shoulder, which he fully shed and cast aside, and ran your hands over his cotton-clad chest. His muscle jumped when you grazed down over his stomach, which you thought must be as soft and lovely as the rest of him.

  "Are you sure you want this to happen right now, with me?" he asked tenderly. You looked up at him, your brow pinched in question. "Your first time?"

    You scoffed, your face heating as you looked away, brushing bits of sand from the blanket.

    "How do you know if it's my first time?"

His little smile spread into a grin.

    "Because I know," he offered, a bit smugly.

You toyed with the hem of his shirt.

    "I'm sure," you murmured. And then you looked up at him. "Have you ever..."

    "Yeah," he responded, almost like he was sorry, as he glanced down and took your hands in his again. He bit the bottom corner of his lip. "I don't have a condom."

You felt your heart pounding as the concept of him taking you where you sat became increasingly real.

    "So pull out," you offered nonchalantly, hoping you sounded far more experienced than he knew you were.

He nodded. You snaked a hand between you to dance your fingers over the strain against the crotch of his pants. His hand flew to encircle your wrist and still your movements. He took a deep breath.

    "It might hurt you at first. Maybe the whole time," he said, his thumb brushing in a pendulum motion over your arm. You nodded.

    "I know. I don't care."

He smiled again, regarding you for a long moment. 

    "Okay," he said, nodding and licking his lips before taking your jaw delicately between the rounded pads of his fingers. "But you have to promise me one thing."

    "Hm?"

    "You still have to leave in the morning."

You heaved a sigh. Oh, Yoongi. You thought you might cry again, so you nodded, pulling him down over you once more.

    "Promise me," he murmured against your lips.

    "I promise," you breathed.

    You kissed slowly, greedily, learning each other's mouths and mapping each other's faces and necks. At some point he dipped below your collarbone to drag his lips along the tops of your breasts. Your hand flew into his hair and he looked up at you, dark eyes seeking permission. You nodded, bottom lip clamped between your teeth as he tugged down the stretchy bodice of your sundress to reveal a simple beige bra that clasped in the front.

    "It's not sexy," you remarked apologetically.

He shook his head, his dark hair falling into his eyes, and dipped to kiss the tops of your breasts as his fingers found the clasp.

    "Shhh, it's just the wrapping," he whispered as he snapped the garment open, letting your breasts fall into view as they pushed aside the fabric cups that had confined them.

He cursed under his breath as he brought both hands to your tits and kneaded them gently, sliding your pert nipples in the spaces between his fingers. You mewled, arching your back to press your chest up into his grasp. Before you could truly revel in the feeling of his hands plying your supple flesh, they were gone, but your whine of protest was cut short by a sharp keen as his mouth replaced his fingers. He suckled and nipped at one bud and then the other, and each time he released one with a pop, you were certain you had been rendered temporarily unconscious. Soon he was sitting up and smirking down at the panting, writhing mess of you beneath him. You saw him grimace again as he adjusted his stance, and you reached for his zipper, only to find your hand caught in his.

    "No yet," he chided lightly, a twinkle in his eye, "I have to make you cum."

You drew your arm back and cast it over the top of your face, suddenly shy at his remark.

    "To get you ready for me," he explained again in a murmur as he pushed your dress up to your rib cage.

He traced his hands lightly over your naked waist and you shivered. He moved to his knees, pushing your legs to either side of him. He hooked his fingers into the top of your pink cotton panties, when you suddenly felt yourself sitting up, your dress falling back over your midriff. You were a sight - wild hair and your tits half out, still panting for breath while worry painted your features. Yoongi pulled his hands away and sat back, confusion in his widened eyes. 

    "I don't shave," you rushed out, "I know some girls do, but I've never tried. And...I don't know, I'm kind of a mess down there right now..."

Yoongi's face softened and he leaned forward to press his forehead to yours.

  "I don't care," he whispered. You huffed out another sigh.

    "But...but what if you...don't like it?"

    "I know I will."

    "How?"

He bumped your nose with his, swallowing again as his hand found yours.

"Because I love you."

He only let the words hang in the air for a millisecond before he was crashing his lips into yours again, passionately, as if it was the only way he could convey his conviction.

He loved you. You could have died. But he was pressing one of the kisses you would always remember into your lips like an oath, so you didn't. And then you let him bare your skin and lay you down and tell you that you were beautiful. You felt tears prick at the corners of your eyes when you felt your heart believe him. How were you to leave in the morning when his soft, warm words felt like the sun?

    He ran his hands over your sides and thighs, dipping to trail slow, deliberate kisses down from your navel until his chin brushed the soft, curly hairs of your mound. Your breath caught in your chest as the cool air hit fresh slick dampening your sex. He leaned back again, regarding you with warm eyes, and took your hand in his, placing it over your lower lips.

"Do you touch yourself?"

    You stammered. He had asked you as simply as if he were inquiring about your favorite flavor of ice cream. With effort you admitted that you did. He stroked over your hand.

"Show me how. What makes you feel good."

You nodded slowly, feeling yourself tremble a little as you moved to stroke your middle finger in beckoning motions over your swollen clit. The motion that should have been almost automatic and familiar felt new and lewd under his gaze. As you dipped to gather more arousal from your entrance you watched his Adam's apple bob in his throat and his hands tighten where they gripped your thighs.

    "You're soaked," he murmured as he stooped to press a kiss to your belly. Then he did something that would be seared into your brain for all eternity: he scooped up your hand and brought it to his lips, sucking your sticky middle finger into his mouth. You gushed at the sensation of his lips and tongue, wide eyes locked on his as he slowly let your finger slip free.

    "You want to know how you taste?" He asked, not waiting for an answer before humming, "So fucking good."

    "Yeah?" you asked breathlessly, propped up on your forearms to watch as he laid down between your legs.

  "Mhm. Sweet. Like honey."

He kissed into your pubic hair, slipping one of his long fingers to trace over your clit the way you had showed him. You gasped as you watched him work you up, something inside your growing taut like a bowstring. And then a kind of pleasure you had never imagined, the kind that made you want to melt and scream, rushed through your trembling body as a single finger pressed slowly past your entrance while his mouth found your clit. You found your hips bucking to meet his thrusts as he pressed in a second finger. You felt a slight sting at the stretch, but the exquisite pressure of this knobby knuckles caressing your walls overwhelmed any pain, and when he pressed the pads of his fingers to massage a spongy patch of muscle, you cried out, gripping his dark locks. 

    "Yoongi!" you moaned as he repeated the motion, and when he took your clit between his lips to suck you came.

You came hard and in waves, rolling your hips into him until you were clamping your thighs shut at the raw sensitivity of overstimulation. Yoongi sat up to rub his hands over your shaking thighs and heaving belly before leaning back down to kiss you and return your spirit through his lips from the astral plane.

    "You did so good," he cooed, "Came so easy for me."

    "That's good?" you asked between pants. He chuckled into your neck.

    "Mhm."

    "It felt good, Yoongi, really good." He dropped a kiss to your shoulder, and then mumbled into your skin.

    "You still want to go all the way?"

    "Yes," you whispered, pulling his shirt up his back and running your hands over his bare skin.

Yoongi sat up and pulled the shirt over his head, tossing it to lay with his jacket. He was slender and milky, as you had expected, but his shoulders were surprisingly broad, and his upper chest firm. The soft swell of his belly was dusted with a trail of delicate dark hairs leading down from his navel. You reached instinctively for the button of his pants, and this time he let you. Trailing the zipper down, he helped you shed his tight pants and boxers, sighing in relief as he freed his erection. You bit your lip as your hand trailed over the velvety skin of his shaft. Even this part of him was beautiful, you thought - not overly long but thick and proud with a pretty vein and a smooth tip glistening with precum. You had been so consumed with drinking him in that you only now noticed the little needy whimpers falling from his lips as you stroked him. You squeezed a little firmer, pumping him with more confidence.

    "Like that?" you asked, unable to look away from the sweet sight of his face as his eyebrows knitted and his head tilted back.

"Yeah, just...no, no, I won't last," he groaned, his hand stilling yours.

When he met your concerned gaze he reached up to stroke your cheek.

"Feels too good," he murmured reassuringly, then he guided you back down on the blanket, balling up his jacket and slipping it under your head.

He lowered himself carefully over you, skin to skin, as he kissed you again and again, his right hand toying with your breast and trailing lower to caress your clit. You could feel the heat rising in you again, and an aching want inside growing deeper and hungrier with every shock of pleasure. When he trailed his fingers through your folds to find you thoroughly wet he leaned to the side, gliding his length between your lips, his smooth tip brushing over your bud. You cursed, fingers digging into his back and he huffed a little laugh, eyes sparkling down at you.

    "Dirty girl," he chuckled, before kissing the tip of your nose. "Are you ready?"

You felt a squeeze of trepidation in your chest, but you pushed it away.

    "Yes," you assured him, wrapping your arms around his neck.

For a long moment, he just stared down at you, the same look in his eyes as the morning you had first awakened in his arms, but so intent - as if he was trying to commit every feature of your face, in this moment, to memory. Finally breaking his gaze, he glanced down between your bodies, aligning himself with your entrance. His eyes flicked back up to you as he slowly, slowly breached your core. When he had pressed in past his tip you felt the searing stretch he had warned you of. You closed your eyes, drawing in a sharp breath.

"You okay?" came is worried voice, "Want to stop?" You shook your head.

"No, just do it," you panted through the pain, "I want it to be you."

You pulled him down to press your mouth to his. Every kiss between you seemed to say something. This one said that you trusted him in a way you would never trust another.

He was so gentle. Pressing in slowly, giving you time to stretch around the thickness of him, kissing you sweetly through your whimpers, until he was fully sheathed inside you. Tears filled your eyes and trickled down your cheeks. You were so full of him.

    "Why are you crying?" he cooed, touching his forehead to yours.

Your hands clutched his back as you raised watery eyes to his.

"Because I'm yours, Yoongi. Yours first and no one else's." He buried his face in your neck.

"Take me, Yoongi," you whispered desperately into his ear, "Take me like I'm yours."

You felt him let out a tiny sob against your skin and then he started to move. He kept a slow pace at first, carefully gliding against your tight walls, unaccustomed to his presence. You could feel him jerk and twitch as he moved, and thought he must be restraining himself. You found the worst of your pain had passed, and all you wanted in the world was to make him cum.

    "Don't hold back," you hummed as you rolled your hips to meet his thrusts.

He didn't need you to tell him twice, instantly setting a quicker, sharper pace that had his balls slapping your ass and his pelvic bone pressing to your clit with each forward snap.

    "You're so fucking tight," he mumbled, a dazed look beginning to overtake his features, "You feel so good, baby. So good." You wove your hands into his hair, pulling him down to kiss him as you breathed in every curse, whimper, and moan. And then he was looking down at you with dark, wild eyes.

    "I'm gonna cum, sweetheart, where do you want me to cum?"

You didn't have to think.

    "Inside," you answered breathlessly.

    "But I'm not..."

  "Please, cum inside me, Yoongi. Please," you whimpered, tempted to wrap your legs around his waist - your desire for him transcending every fear of consequence. But you wanted to give him the choice.

He raised himself up on his elbows, his thrusts coming impossibly harder and more erratic, and then he came. You watched him in exaltation as he threw his head back and cried out, emptying himself inside you. So beautiful, you thought, with his hair clinging to his brow, his chest heaving and flushed, and his face drawn in the throes of his release. You did wrap your legs around him then, and he collapsed, his head falling to your breasts as he gasped for breath. You tangled your fingers into his hair, caressing his head. You were swollen and sore and messy, and yet the thought of him abandoning you was unbearable. And the moon saw it all.

It saw you stay each other's as long as possible. It watched you both try to hide your tears as you pulled on your clothes. It watched you fight desperately, and fail, to put your heart in words. It watched him silence you, and hold you, because you didn't have to say it. He knew. It watched you fall asleep in his arms one last time.

You opened your eyes. The gulls were crying and the pale morning sunlight was spilling over the tops of the cliffs. The sea was soft and plashing and cerulean. It was the most beautiful of the ninety-three mornings of summer. But you didn't notice - all you saw were dark lashes on the apples of soft cheeks. You watched his breath rise and fall as the sun tipped over the horizon in the east, the dew trickling down your face as salty as the sea.

When Yoongi's eyes fluttered open they met your red ones, and he pressed is forehead to yours only for a moment before pulling you up to stand.

"Get outta here," he whispered shakily, hands still clutching your arms and brow still tilted into your own.

"Come with me," you choked tracing your hands over his chest.

"I can't leave her with him."

"I know." Your fingers traced over his heart and the little bruise you knew rested under the cotton fabric.

Yoongi wept.

"Go," he whispered, squeezing your arms. You nodded weakly.

"Go, goddamn it, go!" he cried, as you shook with sobs, then he crushed his mouth against yours.

Time didn't stop, you'd have any - so you stole every second you could.

And then you kept your promise.

You shivered as a zephyr sprang off the water to whip around you, disrupting your thoughts. You tugged at your blazer. It had been a long time since you wore a sundress with cherries.

It was time to let them go, the little girl huddled in a blanket and the boy with the bleeding lip. They had held your hands for so long. They deserved to be free. It was time to let them go, so you did.

With a deep sigh you cast one last wistful glance back over the great blue expanse as the sun sank into the sea.

The moon was just a silver slip in the sky that night, but it saw. It saw before you did, as you turned to go, the breath catching in your chest when a low, soft voice behind you asked,

"Got a light?"

-Fin-

[lots-of-sun]

Kozo Miyauchi (Binzo) x Fem!Reader

CAN I CALL YOU TONIGHT?

This classroom is freezing, too cold to be tolerable. Even with the heat of summer blazing outside, the chilled airflow of the schools air conditioner sends a rhythmic shiver through my body. The low temperature making me pull the long sleeves of my school uniform blazer over my hands, crossing my arms to try and insulate the small amount of heat my body is producing.

This is the last class of the day. The teacher drones on about Calculus, I really should be paying attention, exams are getting close. But as I look around the classroom, most of the other students aren't focusing either. Some are stealthily using their phones while the teacher has his back turned, others are either looking out the windows or drawing on the edges of their notebooks.

I watch the hands on the clock, ticking closer and closer to the end of the day. Sure, I still had to help clean up after the bell, but knowing I'm one step closer to leaving, makes my leg bounce impatiently. I'd never been the most enthusiastic about school but I tried my best to do well academically, studying hard and getting decent grades. My mind wanders to how I might spend my afternoon, I know a few of my friends are going to the arcade later, celebrating the last day of the week and the start of the weekend appropriately. Maybe I'll just head home, fit in some studying and enjoy my weekend when it's actually here.

Suddenly, my thoughts are on something else, someone else. The enigma that is Binzo, a man I'd met a few months back by complete coincidence. Our first run in was oddly wholesome.

I had been walking back home from school one day, Spring being in full swing, cherry blossoms in bloom and falling from the trees in a pink cascade. A ginger cat was lounging on a short ledge that separates the riverside walkway and the park, I took a short break and kneeled down to start petting it. The soft sound of rustling leaves, flowing water and the content purrs of the cat were tranquil.

An out of place yell and the sound of rapidly approaching footsteps comes from my left, my hand pauses its petting to turn towards the commotion that is getting uncomfortably close. Before I can even catch a glimpse of what's going on, something heavy collides with my body and I'm toppled onto my butt. The cat meows loudly before making it's escape into the park. I let out a hiss at the pain that shoots up my spine and stings my hands. As open my eyes to look at the scene around me, all I see is a beaten man lying to my left, much more injured than he should be from tripping over me. I always knew that gangs were incredibly common between the all boys schools around Toaru City, but up until now, I'd never encountered any trouble. He holds his head and groans in pain before looking towards me, we exchange worried and confused looks.

Another set of footsteps approach quickly, a figure emerging from around the corner of the walkway. Suddenly, I feel like I've fallen into something I shouldn't have. The man who looks between the two of us on the floor, pauses for a moment like he's trying to figure out how this even happened. The man next to me takes this opportunity to scramble to his feet, sprinting off towards a main road. I turn my head to watch him leave before sighing and brushing my hands off, small red scrapes covering my palms.

My gaze returns to the other man as I move to stand up straight, brushing off my knees and uniform. He lets out an annoyed groan yet it doesn't seem to be directed at me. I look to where the cat had once been, feeling a pang of disappointment at it's absence.

"Shouldn't you go after him?" I speak up first, gaining his attention as he turns to look at me. I really shouldn't have said anything, he seems pretty dangerous, especially after seeing the other guys condition.

I take in his appearance for a moment, his unruly, poofy hair, the way he slouches slightly and his uniform seemingly the same as most other high school students yet tweaked in some aspects. His hands twitch by his sides and his knuckles are bruised and bloodied.

"What's the point? He's learned his lesson" His voice comes out in a slight rasp, seemingly still catching his breath after the chase.

A silence falls over us, we just stand there... staring at each other, I'm honestly waiting for him to move on so that I can as well. I mean, he's standing between me and my way home. I try not to stare but it's hard when his gaze is so intense. As he takes a few steps towards me I take a few backwards, unsure of what he wants.

"I'm not trying to hurt you" He says bluntly. "Your hand is bleeding" He adds gently, almost like he's trying to reassure me.

I turn my hand over, noticing the red that seeps out of the scrapes on my palm and gathers on my skin. I furrow my brows at the sight, I hadn't thought I'd damaged it that badly. In the few seconds I'd looked away from him, he'd closed the distance between us and is only two feet away when I look back up, causing me to take a step back involuntarily. His arm is outstretched and in between his fingers is a band aid. He offers a small, reassuring smile as he urges me to take it from him.

After I had thanked him, returned the smile and applied the band aid, he wandered off without another word, disappearing around the corner he had come from and leaving me to question the interaction on the rest of my walk. He was definitely odd but in an endearing way.

The second encounter I had with him was a few months later at the vending machines outside of a corner store. I'd recognized him from his unmistakable, wild hair and began to approach him. Although I'd been cautious of him in our first meeting, I felt more reassured as I proceeded towards him. Not only because this was a more public setting, but because of how he had acted towards me previously, he didn't seem as threatening. His drink had gotten stuck and he was getting frustrated by the fact it wasn't falling no matter what he did, shaking the machine and mumbling under his breath.

As I stopped to ask if he needed help, he seemed to remember me, recognizing my school uniform. I spent the next half an hour helping him get his drink out, laughing as we both collectively shook the machine until it fell down. He'd thanked me and made some small talk before I had to leave once again.

After that, we seemed to run into each other more often, perhaps we'd always crossed paths and just never recognized each other as more than just another face in the crowd. We grew closer with every encounter, he began walking me home if we happened to be going the same way, which slowly seemed to be every day. We gained each others social medias, started hanging out without excuse and became close friends quickly. He'd grown protective of me, keeping me away from any gang activity and always making sure I was in good health, mentally and physically. There was no mistaking the way he made my heart leap in my chest and though I'd tried to suppress my feelings, it was hard not to fall for him and his unique self.

I'm brought out of my deep state of thought at the familiar and relieving sound of the end of day bell. I scramble to pack away my things, my peers doing the same. I slip my textbooks and stationary into my bag, placing it back on my desks hook as I stand and push in my chair. My classmates are already grabbing cleaning supplies as I make my way to start my duties as well.

The hinges of the supply closet squeak loudly in strain as I push it shut, double checking I had locked it properly. Letting out a tired sigh, I adjust my book bag over my shoulder, it's weight pushing down on me. The chatter of others surround me as I join a crowd of leaving students, their conversations all mix together, the noise making my head ache. I slowly drift further away, hanging back in a leisurely pace, hoping to put some distance between me and them.

As I reach the entrance of the school, I give a few small goodbyes to my passing friends and acquaintances as I change my shoes, tucking them into my cubby in routine. Straightening from my bent position, I let out a short groan before adjusting my book bag over my shoulder again as it began to slip.

I rub my eyes with a knuckle as I step out into the small front area of the school, being met with the orange and pink sky and something more unexpected. By the front gate, stood a neat looking Binzo. His hair still unruly and his usual jacket keeping his upper body warm, but under it is a white, ironed button up, the collar sticking out over the top. As my eyes trail down slightly, I notice his pants aren't stained with dirt or dust like they usually are.

I start in his direction with a smile gracing my lips, he seems to mirror my expression. Though we always ran into each other on my walk home, this was different, this was more obviously deliberate. He'd showed up and waited for me to come out, something he had never done before. As I draw closer, I push down the rapid beating of my heart. The glances from other students don't seem to phase him as much as he seems to disturb them. Though now at a closer proximity I take note of how his jacket bulges oddly on one side, but Binzo being Binzo, it wasn't unusual for him to do unusual things, so I try to will myself not to question it.

"Binzo!" I stop in front of him, "What brings you all the way here? Began to miss me already?" My voice deepens and pitches with my slight teasing. His smile beams like usual, he was always so genuine. He'd always thought there was no real point in doing anything half assed, to live life at a hundred percent all the time.

The way he looks down at his feet then back up to me, his grin somehow widening, makes me raise an eyebrow at his behavior. It's only then that I notice the way his cheeks are tinted pink. Was he... blushing? There was absolutely no way, it must be the heat. Today has been beyond hot and he walked all the way over here so that must be it, I tried to rationalize with myself, not wanting to get my hopes up.

"Thought I'd save you the trouble of meeting me half way" His voice comes out enthusiastically, his crazed joy shining through, or was it just joy? I can't quite tell.

"You do know we'd still be walking the same distance, right?" I note with a sly smirk that forms a small, breathy laugh on the tip of my lips.

"Of course I do! I just... wanted to walk with you today" He stiffens as he responds, almost like he's embarrassed. "Besides, it's dangerous for girls to walk alone at this time of day"

"You never had a problem with it before" I retort, watching as he removes his hands from his pockets with that scrunched expression he always got when he wasn't winning an arguement.

"I've had a problem with it! Just..." He stops mid sentence like he'd forgotten what he was going to say, reaching out to take ahold of my wrist before gently tugging me away from the gate of the school, beginning the route to my house. "I don't have to explain myself to you!" He concludes in a small huff.

I can't deny the way my skin prickles from the contact he's made with my wrist, even after he removes his hand and shoves it back into his pocket. I softly jog to close the small gap and match his pace, which is as leisurely as usual. I can't seem to shake the feeling in my chest, the one that tells me to pour my heart out whenever I'm around him. A comfortable silence settles over us, though it's odd when Binzo isn't talking, he always seems to ramble when he's with his friends.

As the school disappears behind us, he stops. It's sudden enough for me to take another few steps before coming to a stop as well, turning back to face him with furrowed brows. He's just staring at me, which in any other circumstance wouldn't be uncommon, but with how silent he's become and how he looks at me with an indifferent expression. It leaves me a bit puzzled and slightly worried.

"Earth to Binzo, are you okay?" I question, leaning forward in a tilt, trying to decipher whether he's randomly zoned out or if he's finally having an internal crisis about his existence. I hope for the latter but as his eyes follow me, it's probably something else. I can practically see the cogs turning in his head as he continues to stare.

"Okay, you're starting to frea-"

"Please, go out with me!"

His words come out rushed, desperate and his hands grip the bottom of his jacket, almost like he's trying to calm his nerves. His face is contorted in something between seriousness and passion. I'm so taken aback by his sudden interruption that I almost stumble backwards, my eyes growing wide as his words register in my mind. I sort of stand there, frozen, unsure if I'd heard him correctly. My heartbeat is in my ears as I try to settle it back into my chest. All I can manage is a shy half smile, my gaze not leaving his.

"You... want me to go out with you?" I try and wipe away my shocked expression as I ask him. My thoughts going a mile a minute, what if I'd heard him wrong? What if he was being cruel and only joking?

"Y... es?" His responds which sounds more like a question than an answer. He almost seems to deflate right in front of my eyes, his short spurt of confidence slipping away, no matter how hard he tried to grip into it.

My face grows hot as a blush rises to my cheeks, the confirmation of his confession has my head spinning. After my initial shock fades and I realize he's just stood there, looking at me in hope and self inflicted insecurity, I grin widely at him. I can practically see the way his body becomes less tense and I take a small step towards him.

"Well, if you're so sure" I tease a little. My expression softens and I straighten my posture to show I'm more assured in my answer. "Then, I'd love to go out with you"

"Really?!"

My laugh is genuine at his reaction, like the verbal confirmation was the last thing he expected to hear. Maybe he thought I'd reject him, I guess I had been pretty subtle about my feelings, never really showing direct interest in him romantically. But I also don't think I'd hid it very well either, although Binzo was known to be pretty oblivious to most things.

"Yes, of course!" My voice rings out in joy as he cycles through a list of emotions before settling on a grin as wide as anything. To my surprise his cheeks are also a shade of pink that I'd never seen him sport before, a color deeper than earlier. It reminds me of how genuine he's always been, how it was silly of me to assume he'd be so heartless to make a joke out of this.

"Oh, wait!" He quickly says, he seems to remember something he meant to before now.

Pulling the right side of his jacket open, it reveals a teddy bear. It's eyes are a beady black, matching the small bow toe that decorates its neck. He's carefully as he pulls it out, holding it out to me with a wide smile.

"I almost forgot to give this to you" His voice is warm, happy.

"Oh my God" I say slowly, taking the bear into my hands and looking at it lovingly. "It's so cute!"

"Mercy said that, when you confess to someone, you never go empty handed." He stops for a moment, admiring the way I'm gently pulling on the teddy bears ears, having quickly become distracted by the stuffed animal. "I didn't really know what he meant, but he said that flowers are good. But they die, I didn't want to get you something that could die."

"It's perfect" I say softly, holding the bear under one arm as I turn my head to look back up at him. My grin softens slightly, "Thank you"

"You don't need to thank me" He clears his throat as he speaks, clearly still trying to rid himself of what's left of his anxiety. He felt more calm now. Having a weight lifted off his shoulders after the confession, something he'd also been keeping in for a while now.

"We should get going before it gets too late" I raise my arm and hold out my hand to him, giving him an expectant look.

He immediately reaches out to place his hand in mine, both of us turning to continue our walk. His palm is warm against mine and despite the heat of the day, I can't bring myself to mind. Not when this is what I'd thought was only fantasy for months now. Our steps are in sync and the comfortable silence returns, it's never spoken but it all falls into place. I feel the plush of the teddy bear under my arm and how our shoulders brush against each other's every so often. Binzo keeps his stare on the environment around us before speaking a few soft words.

"So, can I call you tonight?"

[rafecameronsslxt]

Helloooo, could I request a imagine for Rafe Cameron inspired by this TikTok ?

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMYQ7bPgK/

HEAVEN

Warning: Implied smut, Friends with benefits

Synopsis: Rafe takes you by surprise, a sin wrapped in one.

Rafe Cameron x Reader

MINORS DNI

Masterlist

Hoping this is what you expected, btw this song has had me in a chokehold for a year now!!

JJ introduced me to the infamous pogues when we became a “thing.” In other terms, a situationship which turned out to be one of the most aggravating ‘things’ to happen. He wanted more, and I did not. I couldn’t lie because JJ does everything for me: pulls a chair out before I sit down, dinners when he could afford it, and the sex was fucking everything, and I felt like I was taking advantage of him. I didn’t deserve someone like JJ. He was too good for me.

   His wholesome kisses and his sky-blue eyes peered into mine that told me he loved me without saying it or consoling me when my mother decided to kick me out of the house for any reason she could find. 

   The beautiful blonde-haired boy is sweet and appealing and broke the guarded walls for me. He confided in me when he needed me the most when I had been eyeing a kook, who would only use and spit me out because that kook, in particular, was a complete douche and marked girls off as if they were his conquest to gloat about later. JJ, hell- even defended me when the conceited boy came an inch too close just to tease me and whisper filthy and spiteful words in my ear with his soothing voice that wavered through my body each time.

   But- because there is always a but to any story. 

   Sometimes JJ would be too clingy and overprotective to the point where if a guy even hugged me, it was an argument. You’d think every girl would want and love the suffocating boyfriend ‘thing,’ and it became insufferable, but that was the only flaw I could think of because he was still perfect.

   Everything Rafe Cameron wasn’t.

   Rafe Cameron is the prince kook. He thought the world surrounded him, bowing at his knee. Rafe is a coke addict who can’t keep his nose clean or abstain a day without the white powder and heaved his father's money around like it's candy. 

   He was full of himself- a fucking conceited boy that had no care to make me feel like the waste of the earth, to patronize me. Rafe thought he was above every pogue because he could throw money in someone's face to force them to like him, and people would do anything for money. 

   Speaking of the devilish being, he comes waltzing into the convenience store, and JJ isn’t around to keep me calm or something stupid.

   I turn around quickly, trying to find a drink I like which makes my stomach twist in knots, not wanting to be in proximity of him. Finally, I grab a bottled water and pace to the cash register when I get pulled by my wrist. My body spins into his chest hard. 

   I grab Rafe’s shoulders to keep myself stable from falling onto the dirty tiled floor. 

   Rafe has a backwards hat on, which makes my thighs warm, before removing my hands from him rather quickly to stop these thoughts that form too fast and shouldn’t. “Where are you going, sweetheart?” His voice was sweet, with a sly smile on his gorgeous cherry lips that seemed so kissable and soft to the touch, yet I think he’d be more of a rough k- never mind. 

   “Going to pay for my water and hope you leave, sweetheart.” I mimic him childishly, which encourages him to play with me more. He chuckles, following me to the register. I don’t acknowledge his presence until I’m speed-walking out the glass door, hearing the bell ring as it shuts.

   “Where’s your boyfriend?” Rafe carelessly throws his arm around my shoulder, bringing me to his side. I clear my throat, remembering JJ and his angelic white smile. “We’re not dating,” I say firmly, tossing his muscular arm off me. It makes me imagine if they were wrapped around my waist while he kissed my neck, leaving purple circles to show everyone I’m his. The thought makes my fingers tingly and my body tense. He lets out a chuckle. 

   He turns his face to mine: a well-defined jaw, slightly sweaty from the raging heat, and his lower lip between his pearly teeth. Rafe squints at me for a minute. “I’ll give you a ride on my motorcycle. You know, so you don’t have to walk for another ten minutes, sweetheart.” The fucking nickname and his too-friendly tone are throwing me off. Before I can protest, I’m thrown over his shoulder, getting dragged onto the sleek red bike. 

   Rafe swings his leg over the bike and hands me a helmet. I take the black helmet hesitantly and sigh. “You’re gonna have to hold on to me.” He looks back at me smugly as I lean my head to the side, annoyed and freaking out. I am terrified of motorcycles. 

   I wrap my arms around his waist securely because my bones feel like I’ll fall to the pavement if I let up. He grabs my thighs, yanking me closer to his body. “Asshole,” I mumble into Rafe’s spine. My breath catches in my throat, and I close my eyes, hearing the engine revving, then the wind blowing my hair. I don’t open my eyes but tighten my grip on Rafe’s abdomen. 

   A cold metal hits my thigh again, and I jump slightly, opening my eyes to see we’ve stopped at Rafe’s house- “Rafe, what the hell?” I say, taking off my helmet and gliding a hand through my brunette hair. He shrugs. “I have work in an hour. I don’t have time for this.” I throw my hands up in the air officially over this. “The country club isn’t far from here, chill.” He arches a brow and backs me up into the wall. “I never thought someone like you could look so fuckable.” He hums out, whispering closely to my ear. His nose touches mine ever so lightly. Shivers roll down my spine.

   “That dirty pogue you sleep with doesn’t deserve a woman like you.” Rafe was so biased. Before I realize what I’m doing, I close the gap, pressing my delicate lips to his. He makes the kiss rough as I imagined. The kiss was taboo, but he slipped his tongue into my mouth, and the guilt flew down the gutter, yet it’d be back in a second. It was fervent, and he pushed his clothed lower half into me, but I could still feel him against my inner thigh. 

   I’ve never felt a spark like this in me. The eagerness I’m thriving off of has my insides aching. What we’re doing would have my friend's spiralling querulous and- or could disintegrate our friendship. Oh my god JJ! “Rafe.” I let out a deep breath, looking around at the bright sky and the flawlessly landscaped yard, too-green grass, trimmed edges, and the Tannyhill estate in place behind me. 

   I keep my hands on his chest. “If we plan to fuck around- no strings attached I expect this relationship to be on the D.L. and exclusive, but I want late-night talks. Not just a hook-up.” 

   “Doesn’t sound much like no strings attached, sweetheart.” He smiled at me, but it had an underlying meaning I was clueless too. Rafe’s blue eyes pierced through me like he was reading every thought, but I couldn’t read him. People could read me easily, Rafe especially, as if we’d known each other for years.

   “No, we’re not coming in together,” I whisper scream at him. What part of ‘down low’ did he not understand!? Rafe puts his hands in the air, surrendering, a smirk on his face. 

   When I walk into the Country club, I spot Topper and Kelce occupying a table, most likely waiting on the third of the trio. I advert my eyes, tying my apron around my waist. About a minute later, JJ shows up. His ruffled blonde hair, eye bags, and furrowed eyebrows mean he is overwhelmed. 

   JJ quickly finds me, throwing his loving arms around me. My body stiffens at his touch. Meanwhile, Rafe stares at us and seems satisfied when he catches me uncomfortable while JJ wraps his arms around me. 

   JJ pulls me in for a kiss. His kisses were familiar, compassionate, and soft, and his hands held my waist just to keep me close like I’d leave. JJ’s hands are hooked to my waist as if I am going to leave. I kissed back lightly, not with so much meaning. 

   I pulled back. My head filled with the idea of Rafe’s hands touching the soft flesh of my waist, having my back arched while kissing him, his strong arms picking me up. Rafe’s callous yet lustful lips pressing to mine with such intensity had me wanting more. 

   I wanted his veiny hands curving my ass, his callous lips on every inch of my body. I wanted my hands tangled through his sweaty hair wishing to make scratches along his back my mind filled with him until it felt like a fever dream.

   Rafe is a sin that had me descending in his arms from above.

[absolutebl]

10 Great Slow Burn BLs

I was asked about great chemistry, slow burn, with lots of pining and yearning, and an HEA (of course). For slow burn there will be less high heat due to the style of narrative, so I am going with actor chemistry, as well as emotional and mental resonance, not necessarily physical chemistry. (Something like Bed Friends could be argued is high heat slow burn... which would be what? A rolling boil?)

Honestly, slow burn is pretty relative, so I'm going with romance pacing puts the kiss and togetherness at the back 1/3 (if not the very last episode). Rather than at the "normal" 2/3.

1. Light On Me (Korea 2021 Viki)

Korea does an elegant pastiche of traditional live action yaoi but all filming is cleverly deployed to bolster one of the most riveting love triangles ever put on screen… and I don’t like love triangles. The high school angst is strong with this one and it's certainly slow burn and there is some EPIC yearning drawn out over a longer than usual KBL. Full review.

2. My School President (Thai 2023 YouTube)

GMMTV gave us a classic high school set Thai BL with tropes like messy boys singing their feelings that made this one Love Sick for the modern age with all the gentle sweetness and pining ache, but none of the dated damaging tropes or issues. Yes, we’ve seen it all before, but I still ADORE this. And there is a lot to be said for the classics being executed perfectly. Who let my BL be this wholesome and funny? Possibly too slow burn for some, we wait many eps for that pay out, and Tin's pining is NOT quiet, but it defined dorky and earnest.

3. Old Fashion Cupcake (Japan 2022 Viki)

It's hard to call such a short show slow burn, but it is. There are many episodes spent watching Togawa just HUNGER for Nozue and try to court him by feeding. This is about a younger man with a long cherished crush on his boss (ten years older and going through a mid life crisis) who decides to save and seduce said boss with pancakes. It’s wholesome, comforting, sexy, and a very necessary narrative about still having hope, interests, and openness to affection at any age. It’s a stunningly filmed late-in-life coming of age/queerness story packaged in a subtle critique of expectations around masculinity, love, and loneliness… and it’s beautiful. Full review.

4. My Ride (Thai 2022 Gaga)

Thai BL grew up with this pulp (the first ever to make my end of year top 10). It’s a truly lovely and special little show featuring the extremely rare pairing of sunshine/sunshine (AKA a cinnamon roll couple) plus mature explorations of relationships using one of the softest, sweetest and most innocent friends to lovers vehicles. Kindly, overworked doctor meets broken-hearted motorcycle taxi driver in an “other side of the tracks” slow burn romance. Even though we see them meet, we also see one of them fall in love, step back, and PINE for olympic gold. With honest queer rep that adds to, but doesn’t impede, the story, and genuine conversation about the nature of class, wealth, and classism, not to mention communication, honesty, and respect for boundaries, you can’t go wrong with this show. Full review.

5. Cherry Magic (Japan 2020 fan sub)

AKA 30 Years of Virginity Can Make You a Wizard AKA 30-sai made Dotei Da to Mahotsukai ni Nareru rashii AKA Cheri Maho

The sweetest fluffiest magical realism BL, packaged as a pinning office romance, very low heat (practically chaste) but the cutest. It’s truly great. Don't expect kisses tho.

6. Wish You: Your Melody in My Heart (Korea 2020 Viki)

Set in the music industry featuring a talented singer and the pianist who falls in love with him (and his music), subtle and achingly adorable. High production, low heat, short run, very tame, and Korea, so all the pretty. Slow burn and lots of pining.

7. About Youth (Taiwan 2022 Gaga)

A truly lovely little coming of age high school BL with a classic YA low drama but high angst and an earnest depth. I didn’t even mind the singing, and that’s saying a lot. A weak seme/uke dynamic but tons of BL tropes (both rare in a high school setting but common for Taiwan) makes this one feel both sweet and colored by an almost real world authenticity and grit. Full review here.

8. The Tasty Florida (Korea 2021 Viki)

Another one where it's hard to describe as slow burn because it's so short, but there is certainly that feel and it's def got the pining. Not really a love triangle featuring the prettiest men ever to be grouped together outside of K-pop, honestly the visuals are ridiculous, there’s a story, it has to do with food, whatever, they so pretty.

9. See You After Quarantine? (Taiwan 2021 Viki)

This under appreciated gem is Taiwan’s answer to Gameboys and is just as charming and adorable yet still as quintessentially Taiwanese as one might hope. It features a Japanese love interest and the cutest most confused disaster gay. Slow burn because the two have almost no actual screen time together and yet manage some truly amazing chemistry. How does Taiwan do it?

10. Restart After Come Back Home (Japan 2020 Gaga)

AKA Risutato wa tadaima no ato de

Atmospheric study in rural Japan meets complex family dynamics built on a romance framework of city boy meets country boy, grumpy/sunshine. It’s beautiful and icy sweet. Slow moving in places but ultimately worth the patience, low heat, low angst, and stunning. Full review here.

Others?

A Tale of a Thousand Stars

Step By Step

Our Dining Table

Where Your Eyes Linger

Choco Milk Shake

Love Class

DNA Says Love You

My Only 12%

Dear Doctor I’m Coming for Soul

2nd part of the question:

Who does it best? Shows, actors, countries?

COUNTRIES

I have said it before and I will say it again, no one does thirst like Japan. I think however, Korea is also very good at pining and yearning. So for "countries" those would be my top picks. But most BL producers have some examples, it's just that Thailand, Taiwan, and the Philippines tend to pay out the yearning more quickly (see something like 2 Moons Ambassador for an example of this kind of pacing).

Japan and Korea will make you wait for it. For Thailand you usually have to rely on the high school stuff. 21 Days Theory and Love Sick are both also slow burn.

ACTORS (characters)

I do have a post about great piners, several in fact.

(from @crowie ask)

These top 10 picks are based on my personal definition of slow burn and pining, yours may differ.

Post updated June 2023 and only contains BL that has completed its run. Not responsible for epic pining or fab slow burn BL that comes after that date.

Please feel free to comment or repost with additions! Share the love... slow though it may be.

(source)

[iguessitsjustme]

Takara's Treasure Ep 1 & 2 Thoughts

 Okay so I just finished Cosmetic Playlover (here is the start of my liveblog if you want to read) and I’m still on the JBL train so it’s time for Takara’s Treasure. I know so little about this show it kind of feels like I’m going in blind but I do know some things. Kind of. Under the cut:

That is my exact question baby boy. What constitutes “a wrong crowd”

NOT THE CHERRY BLOSSOMS WHEN HE APPEARS LKSJDGHKDJFHGKH

Oh he loves plants. I’m obsessed. Love him. 

So because of how I do these liveblogs, you guys do not know how long it takes me to watch each episode. Y’all can just read the next bullet right away but I need to mention how doing these has helped me notice a pattern for myself. It always takes me sooooo long to start getting into shows. I started this episode about an hour ago and I’m not done yet. The episode is 23 minutes long. It takes me so long because I either get distracted or interrupted, but the second I start feeling very attached to the characters, it’s game over and I start flying through the episodes. Especially on a binge. It’s just fascinating to me and I’m kind of glad you guys can’t tell because it is genuinely very frustrating sometimes to want to watch a show and have to fight my brain to keep going because it got distracted (or sometimes it’s because I’m having a flare up and I need to break from the show to deal with it). Anyway, with that said, time to get back on track. I can at least finish episode 1.

Aw the poor baby who lost his bird. I saw this coming but it hurts. I lost my pets a few years ago really tragically (do not ask me about this I will not answer any questions) and it hurts so bad still. I struggle with pets/animals in shows that pass away. It is one of the very, very few things that is actually likely to make me cry. So I get it. Sitting on the mountain and crying all day? Good. Let him process that grief. Let it out baby boy let it out.

What has this man been through? What traumas has he suffered? That is a look of a man who has dealt with some shit. Which means I am going to love him. I am going to absolutely adore him, aren’t I?

Yeah I’d fall in love too. Look at this soft, quiet smile.

Oh sweetie baby he made friends! I’m attached now.

Well since the episodes are short, let’s also do episode 2! Wooo! (send help I feel unwell in multiple ways)

As it turns out..feeling unwell made me fall asleep and it is now the next day. But now I’m about to BINGE. God bless. (pain meds my beloved…yes, I was at cvs at 7 this morning don’t look at me)

I love her AND her pants.

I’m not gonna lie guys, I kind of miss the god awful wigs in Japanese BL. Give me wigs like the ones in Seven Days.

I just spilled cheez-its ALL OVER MY COUCH. It is 9 in the morning. I think I’m actually done with the day now. *eats my last applesauce*

Nooo baby don’t tell him to get rid of the hoops. I like the hoops. Don’t change to studs booo

This baby is so cute asking if he can talk to Takara on campus (It’s Takara and Taishin, right? Also I hope I don’t have their names swapped in my head)

Anyway. He’s so cute. Most people would just start talking to him on campus but he asked if it was okay. Oh my precious baby insecure about How to Friend and it’s just delightful.

What a nice man giving up his seat on the bus. I wish I could do that. I mean I can but it hurts me to stand sometimes. But I love when shows give us tiny little human moments like that. It’s so wholesome and beautiful.

Girl he doesn’t owe you an explanation for not dating you. If he said “no” that’s all the info you are entitled to. Just because he’s single doesn’t mean he’s yours. Gosh that really irks me. I think that’s why I have a problem with the faen fatale trope in a lot of BLs. Because the other person never seems to view our BL boy as an actual person with wants and desires. They project their wants and desires onto them and I don’t know…it’s just annoying to watch. I’m glad it’s not as prevalent as it once was.

Mr. Man on the sidewalk. It is 9:30 in the morning. What could you possibly be screaming about?

Oh I am so smart. Takara is so smart. Took the words right out of my mouth. Literally.

I want all of those umbrellas.

Okay okay I can forgive this show for swapping out the hoops for studs if it’s because Takara likes glassware.

I love this man that Taishin keeps meeting at the bus/bus stop. He’s just so human and kind.

I’ve seen Takara smile twice now and both times the smile has been soft and gentle and aimed at Taishin and I love them both so much.

Whelp. Time for episode 3 methinks

[stanley578]

Sharing my thoughts on the last 2 episodes of Hazbin Hotel season 1

Charlie's going through a hard time after failing to convince the people in heaven about demons getting redeemed and the exorcists going after her hotel. I can't blame her at all for expressing how upset she is that Vaggie didn't tell her that she's an angel.

Charlie sealing the deal with Alastor got me apprehensive. Hell, even Razzle and Dazzle were against it, judging by their facial expressions, but Alastor didn't want her soul. Instead, he gave her some information which is about Carmilla successfully killing an exorcist.

Carmilla is a no-nonsense mentor to Vaggie, though I find it frustrating that the latter was too dense to realize that the weapon she's wielding is one of the things that can defeat the exorcists. Speaking of Carmilla, we got to see the flashback on how she successfully killed one. It's a rare item called the angelic steel that was implanted in her ballet shoes.

The Latin-EDM number about fighting for love was a fucking bop and Vaggie getting her wings back got me clapping delightfully for her.

One hilarious moment was when Charlie yelled at Susan, "FUCK YOU, YOU OLD BITCH!!!" which was an absolute mood for everyone who has dealt with hecklers, trolls, Karens, and Kevins in their lives.

Rosie is such an endearing and loving character who is empathetic and understanding. Charlie vented to her about who Vaggie is and Rosie deduced that everyone has a past that they're not proud of and they rather not reveal it due to fear of rejection. She reassured her that Vaggie loves her regardless of who she is since the hotel is all about redemption. As Rosie said, "Words are cheap but actions speak the truth".

Eventually, Charlie got to convince everyone in Cannibal Town to fight against the exorcists through the song, "Ready For This". She and Vaggie got to talk things through and the characters in the hotel stayed to help defend it by fortifying it in preparation for the battle.

If I may add, Sir Pentious petting Keekee was a really cute scene to watch.

The season 1 finale was an epic rollercoaster. It was great to finally see the first on-screen kiss between Charlie and Vaggie after singing the reprise of "More Than Anything".

The fight between Vaggie and Lute got me on the edge of my seat. After Lute stabbed Vaggie's right hand, Vaggie got the upper hand by crushing Lute under some rubble. Instead of killing her, she spared her life, proving that Vaggie is a better person and isn't going out of her way to kill someone. Being crushed under some rubble caused Lute to rip out her left arm which was painful to watch but it's honestly her well-deserved karma for slashing Vaggie's eye out (and for killing Dazzle).

Seeing Angel Dust caring about others, like the scene where he's protective of one of the Egg Boiz, was wholesome to watch. I loved how much he has progressed throughout the season.

Alastor is one badass deer boy who faced off against Adam. He's got the moves and sass, but due to his microphone not being an angelic weapon, he was defeated by Adam.

Sir Pentious finally confessed his feelings for Cherri Bomb as they shared a kiss and made the sacrifice to protect his friends and the hotel. As he and the Egg Boiz are about to shoot the laser at Adam, Adam killed them with just a large bolt of holy light.

This caused Charlie to unleash her demon form and go one-on-one with Adam. Seeing Adam acting all arrogant, pretentious, conceited, and misogynistic got me pissed off but I cheered when Charlie stabbed him with a trident. Though Adam still got the upper hand until Lucifer arrived and delivered a powerful blow on his face. It was revealed that Adam had a face and was actually wearing a mask.

Lucifer shapeshifting and roasting the shit out of Adam and his incompatibility with Lilith and Eve shows how much of a goofy goober he really is. During their faceoff, Adam fired a huge beam that completely destroyed the hotel. He was about to deliver one final strike, but Charlie and Lucifer countered it and threw him hard onto the ground.

Lucifer punched Adam many times until Charlie told him to spare him. Adam gets back up and rants angrily to the characters, showing off his pride and god complex once more. All of a sudden, he got stabbed in the back by none other than Niffty. Charlie told her earlier to kill an angel when she sees one and Niffty did her assignment excellently. She stabbed Adam many times which was hilarious to see and Valentino's shocked expression makes him realize how lucky he is that he dodged a bullet in the nightclub. Because Adam is dead, the extermination has been cancelled, as reported by Katie Killjoy.

I was worried that the destruction of the hotel caused Keekee and Fat Nuggets to die, but I was so relieved that they're both alright.

Lute and the surviving exorcists retreat back to heaven and Charlie and the gang helped each other rebuild the hotel while singing the reprise of "Happy Day In Hell". They also have a portrait of Sir Pentious and a statue of Dazzle in commemoration of their heroic sacrifice. I give no fucks about the Vees celebrating since they're only there to watch the whole shit go down. Alastor went through anxiety and frustration and expressed his desperation to find a way to get out of the deal and I find it bizarre that he went back to the hotel to see the residents. Lucifer and Husk are suspicious of him, judging by their facial expressions.

Unbeknownst to Charlie and the gang, Sir Pentious got transported into heaven as a winner angel, leaving Emily thrilled and Sera shocked to see him. They saw proof that a sinner can be redeemed, though the Egg Boiz were nowhere to be found.

The finale ended with a cliffhanger. Someone is relaxing on a beach until Lute appeared with Adam's halo and said the deal is over. She told her if she wants to stay in heaven, she needs to confront Charlie. That someone is revealed to be Lilith, Charlie's mother.

I don't know if she will be the main antagonist of season 2, but I have my eye on Lilith as she's one mysterious character who disappeared for 7 years which is the same amount of time Alastor disappeared. Lute and the Vees are also contenders for being the main antagonists of the next season. Viv said that "season 2 focuses on a very fun villain and it's a villain that we meet in season 1", but we'll have to wait and see who it's going to be.

I had a lot of fun watching the last 2 episodes. It was totally worth the wait after watching the pilot episode back in September 2022. I do understand that there's criticism on how fast the pacing of the show is due to only having 8 episodes in season 1. I also understand that it would've been better if it has 20 episodes as it would give more time for character development and exploration of what the pride ring has to offer.

Personally, I was bummed that Angel Dust isn't the one going to heaven. I want to see him break free from Valentino once and for all and reunite with Molly up in heaven. If Niffty successfully killed Adam, I want her to kill Valentino and add him to her collection. Maybe that could happen in season 2, but who knows. Anything can happen.

[outsidersstuff16]

The outsiders x male reader (req! by: @massivecreationdinosaur)

Just a request from my no.1 pookie this will include:

Ponyboy, Johnny, and Dallas and as always in that order, I love y'all thanks for reading!

Ponyboy-

1.Ponyboy is the type of guy who immediately wants to introduce you to Darry and Soda. He loves to watch you interact with his big brothers and if they like you, he brings you over all of the time.

2.Ponyboy loves, loves, loves to show you off all of the time. You were introduced to Cherry and cannot shut up about you he's always like; "he is so hot, he is so sweet" and it actually makes everyone happy to see him excited for something for the first time.

3.when someone is being really homophobic, he's gonna comfort you and love on you so much and he'll also roast the shit out of that person for anything and everything.

4.He loves to take you to the movies with johnny and sometimes Dally. You guys almost always watch a romcom movie together. You two always tell Johnny that he's next to find the love of his life.

5.when you are sick, he's all buddied up with you and reading gone with the wind to you with you in his arms all bunched up in blankets. He's constantly giving you kisses on the forehead and just loving on you, he also makes you drink your water.

6.When he is sick you let him lay on your lap and make him drink his water and take his vitamins. When he's sick you guys are attached to the hip. He's always trying to get up and you're like nuh uh buddy, lay back down. You and him give forehead kisses to one another. You cuddle all day it's actually so wholesome.

7.you two are so in love it's actually pretty crazy. You guys cannot keep your hands off of each other and when you're just wearing basketball shorts he passes awayyyy like get this man a coffin bc he just died of a heart attack

8.if we're being for real if this was modern y'all's song would so be boy bi or see you again because once again the level of love y'all have for each other is insane and I'm honestly here for it

9.You guys are always being asked if your best friends, but you look at them and interlock your fingers and say sorry, we're a couple and very much in love and when you do it in front of the for the first time Dallas was like damn Pony, you ate man.

10.You and Ponyboy have match bracelets you guys wear all of the time. when you guys are together you make sure you are twinning your bracelets.

Johnny-

this man will give you all of the love in the world and be so proud to be dating you. He tells Dallas all about you and how he can get enough of you

Johnny gives you the biggest hugs ever. He squeezes you so tightly in his arms and will make you feel so much love. He gives you so so so many kisses and just loves you.

Your Guyses song would so so so be My love is mine all mine like tell me I'm wrong. He will for real just love seeing your masculine body and face. He totally will run his hands through your hair.

When you are sick, he'll just hold you and run his hands all on your body and give you massages and give you OJ, and water until you are better and another thing, until you are all better Dr. Johnny has you on bed rest until you are all better.

When he is sick oh man, he's all like, get away from me man I don't wanna get you sick too, Handsome. He doesn't want you to see him vulnerable but instead of listening you are taking the most care of him.

when you two are on a date together you guys argue over who's the 'man' and who should pay for the meal. He's like well we're both men, Rock, Paper, Scissors? and whoever wins pays.

Johnny always comes to you for comfort after his parents give him a good beating. You always take him out for ice cream after nights like these ones.

You and Johnny want to adopt a kid, but Johnny is really scared to end up like his dad. Johnny wants to give his kid the world and in his mind if he doesn't he failed his kid

johnny would also be SO loyal for real he'd always wait for you like if you're a jail bird he's waiting for you to get out. On a trip? Waiting patiently for you to return.

Johnny would be way protective of you. He'd always have your hand in his and if you're upset Dallas is getting involved. Convince me otherwise. I'll wait.

Dallas-

This man would be kind of Distant but still love you he's always complementing you, Like; Damn, baby boy, you look so fucking handsome right now..

This man won't hold hands often, but he will for sure kiss you in public whenever. If someone starts talking shit about you; Say it with me folks: They are FUCKEDDDD.

You two will go to the drive in often, You two like to sit in the back and make fun of how corny the movie is. After the movie you two like to wrestle around in the park and kiss and it's so fucking cutee

He likes to take you to rodeo's really often and sometimes even drag races. You will walk around in loops before the event and will steal kisses from each other, you once kissed him too hard, and he started to chase you around. He eventually tackled you and he just gave so many kisses. It was the best night of your lives.

He loves to pick you up and carry you around his back. I'm convinced that he lets you play football with him and the gang. Y'all get so rowdy but that's all good. You guys go to the dingo right afterwards lol

You guys are veryyyy competitive against each other just cause its how y'all showing each other like "I love you you flippery fuck."

If you are like in pain and shit he loses.his.shit. and it's actually really funny.

[earthtooz]

who do u think it’s the best lover/bf in bllk?

I WOKE UP THINKING ABOUT THIS ASK THAT WAS SENT ALL THE WAY IN MAY, I'M SO SORRY I'VE BEEN LEAVING U ON DELIVERED THIS WHOLE TIME ANON </33

BUT HERE IS MY (biased) LIST and no suggestions can be made.

1. REO

like it needs to be said, i'm me, you're talking to earthtooz, reo is MY boyfriend so i can literally confirm it for you that he's amazing. real talk though, he's just,,, boyfriend material. take one look at him and tell me that he wouldn't make an amazing boyfriend and i'd look you in the eye and tell you that you're a big, fat liar. i will die on this hill, you cannot convince me otherwise like don't make me go on because this post will breach word limit.

he's not only boyfriend material, he's husband, i need this man's hand in marriage before i start screaming.

2. ISAGI

baby :(( look like, he's thoughtful, he's sweet to his parents, he's adorable, i- *wipes tear* HE'S SO UGHHHHHHHHH, yk?

isagi is the type of guy who your parents and friends will approve of, he's so kind, and just BOYFRIEND, I CAN'T EXPLAIN IT. CATCH MY BRAINWAVE.

3. YUKIMIYA

okay look, canonically i know he likes things that last an incredibly short time, and that that might say a lot on how he views relationships, but i think he's a dedicated guy. there's a few dashes of red but overall, i like to think that yuki is a green flag LOL

like he likes cherry blossoms,,, and appreciates them,,, and he likes spring :(( and his type is someone who laughs a lot and watches over him (we ignore this last part bc it's,,, a little weird but okay yukimiya)

i just think he is so... boyfriend. and i know i said this about a lot of characters but you cannot say i'm wrong.

4. RIN

maybe it's bc he looks like yamada from that loving yamada at lv 999 manga, but i think rin would make a great boyfriend, just definitely a little more lowkey with his affections but nevertheless, probs devoted and not looking for something short.

I'M JUST IN LOVE WITH HIM OKAY, SORRY I'M PUTTING HIM SO LOW BUT IF YOU'RE SAYING THAT HE'S A BETTER BOYFRIEND THAN ISAGI, YOU'RE LYING, YOU'RE LITERALLY LYING-

5. BACHIRA

def a wholesome boyfriend. not sure if he'd have your family's approval immediately, but he's nice, thoughtful, a little fucked up and a momma's boy :( definitely not a dull moment with bachira, and he's probably a romantic at heart. does all those classic romance novel things with you, like dancing in the rain, without hesitation :(((((((((

[thatonefatgumsimp]

Which Secret Life POVs I've Watched So Far (will be updated and edited as I finish)

OK so I may or may not have gotten distracted again- oops- but basically I'm putting here which POVs I've already watched in full and what my first thought about each one was.

-WARNING: wall of texts and ramblings from an mcyt obsessed audhd under the cut...and also spoilers. Don't click unless you're ready for simultaneously spoilers and an ungodly amount of text lol-

Grian: "God this series is so hype I can't wait to see what all happens and- OMG GEM IS HERE! :D GEM IS GREAT! I can't wait to see her kick Etho's ass at PvP again /lh ...waiminute...is that logo on the statue...is that the Watcher logo??? Huh??? Wait...and why does it have the same mossiness of the Entity and Grian's s9 base? Suspicious...OMG the chaotic Best Friend energy with Mumbo and Grian- tbh would be me and my best friend on any given day. Amazing. Their laughter is so infectious too lmao- Oough merch! Pretty :3 Wait it's over already? Aweeeeh ): can't wait for the next episode tho!"

Mumbo: "Wait he switched sides of the circle when Martyn punched Jimmy lmaoooo just like 'these people are crazy, save me, Grian-' 💀 The best friend energy omg still amazing I love their dynamic so much! Ooh a sideways house that *IS* an interesting idea! WHY DOES JIMMY KEEP BREAKING THE CRAFTING TABLES LMAO Hmmmmm Impulse ik cherry blossom is great, but that salesman voice is indeed very sus. I'm with Mumbo on this one."

Skizz: "Idk I watched it when I was very tired last night and all I remember is 'Awwweh a frog! Take care of him...WH- TANGO!!!' and also him apologizing to Gem which was very nice. Oh yeah and love island <3"

Jimmy: "Alright, Timmy, you've got this. Just don't die and- OMG MARTYN NOOOO LMAOO- Aweeeh it's like when you have a really young sibling or you're, like, a parent or something and you kiss the child's scraped knee to make it feel better- 🥺 wholesome. THANK YOU! I thought I was alone in recognizing that symbol, thank you for acknowledging it. JIMMY LOOK OUT OMG YOU'RE GONNA GIVE ME A HEART ATTACK! OK but the task. This man is an absolute menace lol. Aweh that's very nice of Scar to compliment Jimmy's outfit! SCOTT LMFAOOOO YOU'RE SO RIGHT, BUT AT THE SAME TIME 💀 Jimmy building in the Mesa? Tumble Town 2 electric boogaloo?? 'Hmmmm if Scar's building a shack, we're gonna have to have a shack-off, mine's better.' NO JIMMY DON'T STEAL THE CAMEL! D: pftttt Scar would- remember the Relation-ship? And the Ranch? Arson boy lol. THE VALLEY GIRL ACCENT I CAN'T- 😭"

Scar: "OK, Scar, you can do the task, I believe in you. I've seen 4 other POVs which prove that you failed, but I still believe in you. OMG THAT'S WHY HE COMPLIMENTED JIMMY'S OUTFIT LMAOOO I WASN'T PAYING ATTENTION- So true, Scott. So true. But you can't stop them, they're still gonna end up neighbors. I know, I already watched Jimmy's POV. SCAR NOOOO YOU'RE NOT SUPPOSED TO TELL THEM- The way he jumped in the water- 💀 hc that c!Scar shook out his long-ish messy brown hair like a dog after that. Cuz he would. 'I'll make an exception for you. The first and ONLY exception.' if someone doesn't use this as, like, a fanfic title or something I swear- literally perfect material for a c!Scarian fic title. AWEEEEEEH HE CALLED GRIAN THE LIGHT OF HIS LIFE- I CAN'T BHATGLFYSJBJSRSKBLBK 🥺 Scar just like 'y'all crazy. Bye.' AWEEEEH GRIAN AND SCAR'S CAMEL RIDE! DESERTDUODESERTDUODESERTDUODESERTDUO! The way they stare at the hole Big B dug like *insert surprised Pikachu here* awwwwweh the way he let Grian have the cactus monopoly 🥺 you will never not convince me that bullying is their love language. c!desertduo bullies each other affectionately...I'm so normal about c!desertduo I promise- HE TALKED ABOUT ASOKA FOR 30 MINUTES OFC HE DID- 💀😭 I was wondering why he didn't include it lmao- NOT SCAR TREATING THE CAMEL LIKE A DISNEY RIDE LOL learning about the task goodies with Tango, Jimmy, and Scar 101 'IS IT A ROCKET' LMAOOOOO- HE'S SUFFOCATING AGAIN- SCAR BE CAREFULLLLL!!! Ik it's not in the comments, but, I GOT TO THIS POINT AND I'M ENJOYING IT, SCAR! Love this series sm and I'm only 5 POVs in lol. 'It's looking kinda like a shack' 'fancy house and exotic materials' indeed, Etho. Also yes, Scar, part of what gave it away is that ur favorite color is orange lol /lh the fact that Jimmy is the only one I've seen to call him 'Obi' when he says 'Hello There'- amazing. 'Nonono it's not a shack, look at that entrance!' But, Scar, you just said- ...OK- 'this is my shack' OK, Scar I'm confused. Is it or isn't it a shack? Ofc he cut out the arson threats and allegations smh /lh 'until next time, we'll see you later, and don't forget to subscribe because you may just become. SCARRRRED FOR LIFE!' ...yes I've memorized his outro-"

Martyn: "Wait OK before we start- are we sure that punching Jimmy didn't just, like, transfer the canary's curse? /lh like it could also be that he won last series and now he's the 'wet cat' of the first episode like I saw in another post, but like, what if?? I guess we'll see, huh? The awkward 'goodbye' and then walking the same way lmaooo 💀 Lizzie and Gem: 'WE HAVE TO GET TO THE CHERRY BLOSSOMS!' Martyn: 'uhhhhh anyways so-' what am I gonna get? Well uhhh probably one of the life hoodies, but I'll probably have to convince my mom to get it as a Christmas gift cuz I already spent a lot in the last month cuz I have no self control- but yeah probably the balloon hearts hoodie or the drippy hearts one. Love those. 'Ofc no wearing helmets' Scar, who has a helmet: 'Hi, Martyn!' 'oh mY GOd you scared me-' Payback for the jumpscare to Grian last series /lh /hj 'friends?' 'friends?' 'friends?' 'Helloooooo!' 'Martyn!' Idk why but that interaction made me exhale like- just imagine shouting through the walls in a cave to your friends irl. Omg now I'm imagining it with the reverb- 'you couldn't spare a heart, could you?' gives off the vibes of 'please sir, could I have some more?' Oliver Twist who? /lhj Bdubs and his chainmail lol 'THERE'S A SPAWNER?!' yeah...he's definitely having a rough first session- o7 'what is happening out there-?' I'd like to know too, Martyn, unfortunately I haven't watched their POVs yet. Also Etho saying 'BDUBS RUN! HIDE!' I- I'm normal about c!Ethubs I promise- 'YOU GOT HORSE ARMOR?!' ofc the local horsegirl /lhhj would ask about that lol- NOT ETHO TURNING INTO CANADIAN DAVID ATTENBOROUGH AND NARRATING HIS, MARTYN'S, AND BDUBS' ADVENTURES THROUGH THE CAVE- I- 💀 'this could go viral' true, Bdubs lol. BDUBS' MIC CUTTING OUT I'M CRYING- Gem's reaction of 'a what?!' and Scott's response of 'we just don't have a healer' is just perfect lol. Love that. WE'RE PLAYING THE MARTYN GETS NERFED MOD! TODAY WE CODED IT SO ALL THE MOBS ATTACK MARTYN AND ONLY MARTYN! that's the vibes Scott's comment gave me lol- 12 HEARTS?!? MARTYN!! OMG BE MORE CAREFUL!!! This Martyn nerf hitting hard- 'this could be really bad if I get poisoned-' YES IT COULD, MARTYN, YOU'RE ALREADY AT 12 HEARTS- IT'S LIKE YOU'RE TRYING TO BE THE FIRST TO YELLOW- /lh bro Martyn being risky is making my anxiety go 📈📈📈📈📈 BE MORE CAREFUL, MARTYN, PLS- I BEG OF U- MARTYN GOING TO THE NETHER- 📈📈📈 MARTYN THERE ARE GHASTS- PLEASE- I- AAAAAAAAAAAAA! MARTYNNNN! OMG! IS HE ALWAYS THIS RISKY, USUAL MARTYN VIEWERS?! CUZ IF SO IDT I'M GONNA SURVIVE BINGING ALL THE LIFE SERIES- 'ughhh I swear, dude, I swear, I'm gonna cry!!!' I AM TOO, PLEASE STOP GETTING INTO DANGER, MARTYN- Martyn saying damnit is me the whole time he's out risking his hearts. My heart can't take this kind of pressure, Martyn please stop being so riskyyyy- 😭 nINE HEARTS- MARTYN!!!! Istg I'm not surviving this episode- my heart is just- 📈📈📈📈📈📈📈 his pICKAXE BROKE?! OH YOU'VE GOTTA BE KIDDING ME! 'OH MY GOD, THE SUN!' I'M HAPPY TOO, HOPEFULLY HE DOESN'T LOSE TOO MANY MORE HEARTS. 'I've been to the nether and everything!' Yeah, imma be honest, I don't get that one. Like, didn't you write a song lITERALLY CALLED 'Screw The Nether' with friends????! /lh Lizzie's 'oh wow' 💀 fIVE AND A HALF HEARTS!! MARTYNNNN!!! OMG! 📈📈📈 NOT THE DROWNED- 😭 LEAVE HIM ALONE, BRUH, HE JUST TRYNA SURVIVE- Martyn panicking- same, bestie- Lizzie just like 'oh you stole my bed? Didn't notice' 💀 #1 way to tempt a horsegirl: offer something to protect his horse /lhj Cleo's laugh lol- infectious. MARTYN ZOOMING IN AND JIMMY JUST BRINGING BACK SCAR'S CAMEL IN THE BACKGROUND I CAN'T-"

OK I'm posting this and I'll rb for the other POVs, but Cleo's next.

So let's see, next rb is probably gonna be Cleo, Gem, Tango, Scott, Bdubs, and Pearl.

Third rb is probably gonna be Etho, Joel, Lizzie, Impulse, and BigB.

3 maybe 4 rb max.

[isekai-crow]

Cherry Magic / 30-sai made Doutei dato Mahoutsukai ni nareru rashii Episode 1

Overall Score so far: 8/10

Mainly because Kiyoshi Adachi knows he is in a BL, and is very aware of what might happen to him, and the short hand title is fucking hilarious. Cherry Magic. Cherri Maho. Man I love Japanese.

Also GOOD CROWS ABOVE THIS ANIME IS GENRE-SAVVY. It knows exactly what it's doing, and feels like it's going to deliver what it promises. A wholesome lovey dovey little story.

The whole 1st episode almost feels self contained in a way that will definitely let you know if this show is for you or not. Capybara pointed out that this seems to be a common recent trend with anime for their first episodes. We saw it in Dr. Elise, Frieren, and Dungeon Meshi kind of felt that way too.

My first impression that might not make sense to some people is that this is a toned down Doppo and Hifumi from Matenrou/Hypnosis Mic.

Also, WE'VE GOT TWO POWERHOUSE VOICE ACTORS HERE!!

Adachi is being voiced by the lovely deadpan of Kobayashi, Chiaki - His other roles I know being Langa from SK∞, Gabimaru!! (my beloved) from Jigokuraku/Hell's Paradise, and Mash!! from MASHLE, also this season! I haven't seen Vinland Saga yet, but other might know him as Askeladd! Kobayashi-san has a very particular voice that doesn't fluctuate much, but he knows when to show emotion that gives a good impact. Quote from Capybara - "They picked this guy for his dead pan, but can he emote? Oh, he's Langa from sk8, oh yeah, he can emote."

Kurosawa is voiced by Suzuki, Ryouta a super memorable voice! - Ryusui from Dr. Stone, Yuu ishikami from Kaguya Sama, BISCO!!! FROM SABIKU BISCO!!! That is some RANGE right there! Loud and Prideful, Quiet and Dark, and then a Screamy Boy. This is a younger VA who has had some great starting roles, and has already become a memorable and impactful voice, making this a very good match up!

Anyways, nerding out about voice actors aside, Episode 1 spoilers below!

At first it seems like we're going to get the standard tropes that come with the BL(Boys Love)/Yaoi Genre...

Adachi is ON HIS GUARD and KNOWS THE TROPES.

But the show immediately spins those very same tropes on their head! It's great!! It's been so long since I watched a BL, and despite knowing that the genre in manga form has mostly moved away from a lot of the dub-con tropes (unless you're looking for it of course), it's lovely to see something that actually feels like a proper and semi-realistic romance.

Kurosawa seems like a super sweet dude who's ALSO aware this is a BL, but also that gay guys don't just exist everywhere and that the chance of his crush returning his affection is low.

But. There is no way Adachi is straight. He's absolutely either bi, and/or gay + somewhere on the ace-spec (demi?) depending on how things play out from here.

I bet Adachi stumbled into reading a BL manga (or two or three or) at some point in his younger years, and it had more of an impact on his psyche than he remembers, lmao.

His fascination with knowing Kurosawa has a crush on him is adorable, and he's absolute confusion at stumbling across the other man's fantasies is hilarious.

The tension between them is beautiful when Adachi is pretending to sleep, and we all KNOW Kurosawa is thinking of his sleeping face and then playing it off as just grabbing his phone. I repeat, there is NO WAY Adachi is straight, lmao.

In response to this rhetorical question, No and Yes. If Adachi was the woman, saying yes would imply that she was aware she was being asked to have sex and giving consent (at least by Japanese standards I ASSUME? I've never been in this situation). And if Kurosawa was the woman, that is one very forward and direct lady who is absolutely Down To Fuck (Again, by Japanese standards afaik).

God, then they go out for yakiniku/Korean bbq the next day, and he finds himself enjoying the other man's company and wishing they could be friends, only to brush up again him and remember this man is in love with him. Adachi, you precious child, this is why you're so lovable. The immediate regret for taking the other man's feelings so lightly and not knowing what to do as he runs away is heart wrenching and OF COURSE THE EPISODE ENDS THERE.

It's a running theme that Adachi is worried about other's opinions and doesn't know how to rely on other, which tends to be a negative, but in this case, he's so conscientious of hurting Kurosawa by taking his feelings lightly. Even though he ends up hurting him anyways, I see this as a favorable take on the typical people-pleaser type character.

I'm not really looking to the implied trope of "Best Friend who also has a crush and claims to know him best" in the next episode, but since everything else has been subverted, I'm hoping that will get subverted too? Especially knowing that Best Friend-kun is in the secondary pairing from the PVs.

I WANT TO BINGE THIS. THIS IS GOING TO BE SO DAMN CUTE.

The HypMic Reference:

Adachi is a Toned Down Doppo, who is an over worked businessman at a black company who might as well be Canadian for how often he says sorry, but goes into Berserker mode and absolutely destroys his opponents when pushed too far or his partners are hurt, and is Hifumi's emotion support human.

Kurosawa is a super Toned Down Hifumi, who is the #1 host at a club in Shinjuku and has a split personality of the perfect princely boyfriend, and a charai/flashy and "it'll be fine lol" personality, who is basically a housewife for Doppo and is also Doppo's emotional support human.

There aren't THAT many connection points between the two, but still, I like the comparison, aha.

Anyways, My Hopes For This Anime, having NOT read the manga and not wanting spoilers, are that these two get together by half way through the season and then we get the "newly dating" stages of their relationship, and various mishaps that only serve to strengthen their relationship. They seem like a very good couple and it would be a waste for them to not get together.

If they don't get together until episode 12, I will be so blue balled that I will have to drop it if only to get the circulation in my brain back.

Hype for more!

ep2 ep3 ep4 ep5 ep6 <- these will eventually become links

[velvetineblue]

muse pop quiz !

their fav coke flavor:   he doesn't like the taste of coca-cola drinks very much, so something like 'cherry vanilla' would be preferred: since it adds sweetness to the flavor... ( ironically, cola flavored candies are one of his favorites~ )

their fav non-lips place to be kissed:   anywhere, he loves giving and getting kisses from a s/o 🥺🥺 but if forced to answer... cheek kisses for wholesome 'warm fuzzies' kisses; chest/stomach area for heated spicy-time kisses .

do they believe in love at first sight:   no, he believes in chemistry at first sight, which can itself be a magical and mysterious thing that feels fated . . . !! but, that's not love; love can only come with time & getting to know one another .

their karaoke song choice:   80s songs!! 'everybody wants to rule the world' ... 'take on me' if he wants a challenge & to most likely get a laugh out of the audience jasjaj. and/or, nostalgic pop-rock/emo songs: FOB, MCR, etc.

the disney character they feel like they relate to the most:   stitch... the destructive alien asjajj.

their taco bell order:   i'm sorry, i don't know enuff abt their menu to do this one JASJSAJ all i know is that he'd want a LARGE BAJA BLAST .

their fav amusement park / boardwalk ride:   ooh, you've unlocked a rare meta that few know! AND HE WISHES IT WOULD STAY THAT WAY, but here I am telling on him. he would definitely gravitate toward the more chill rides like the ferris wheel because tai is actually, surprisingly, a little bit afraid of super fast, super tall rollercoasters. which will strike one as odd because he's an adrenaline junkie & overall pretty fearless, but for some reason, this is just an 'irrational', inexplicable fear of his . . . he doesn't like to ride them very much, but will avoid admitting why since he thinks it's hella embarrassing. he'll try to distract whoever he's with with boardwalk games and carnival foods and hope they don't notice that he's avoiding the big-boy rides 8D LMAO.

friends character they would be:   oh, idk... a combo of the sardonic nature of chandler + the whims of phoebe?? asjajj i'm not too sure though, i am not super familiar with the show.

fav type of cookie:   snickerdoodles. also hot take but he likes oatmeal raisan more than chocolate chip. (he's a blasphemer and I say we burn him at the stake for this)

tagged by: i stole it off the dash bc i'm bored at work atm, hehe . tagging: @ofgentleresolve @uroborosymphony @rippleofwords @hatesdogs @wellfell for any / all muses of your choices !!

[ppopinjaysworld]

My Eyes and Your Eyes

I realise I have not posted fanfic on this account before but I wrote something for Masamune recently! It's a wholesome little story about some events I imagined from his childhood.

This is just a preview, read the rest on Ao3!

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Summary: “Sometimes our closest friends are the ones we don’t expect.” Kojuurou poured a steaming cup of water from a kettle, handing it to the young master. “Life has its strange ways of bringing people together.”

After losing his eye, Bontenmaru is shunned and looked upon with disdain, feeling abandoned by the cruel world he has been thrown into. Life looks bleak, and his future uncertain, but perhaps all he needs is someone who shares his pain and shows him that he is worthy of love and happiness again.

Note: Most of this story is set during Masamune’s childhood, so Masamune goes by his childhood name, Bontenmaru, and his younger brother Masamichi appears with the name Jikumaru. 

This story might have been a bit too emo at the start, but I wanted to explore Bontenmaru’s inner conflict while growing up, as well as his emotions. Enjoy!  

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“You’re so slow! I’m gonna win for sure!” 

Bontenmaru sneered, swinging a large stick down onto his younger brother, who parried the blow just in time with another stick. 

Jikumaru grinned, his cheeks round with puppy fat. “I’m not going to lose! I’ll become the strongest samurai!”

“Fat chance!” Bontenmaru struck again, finally hitting his brother who remained unguarded, in the arm. “I win!”

Jikumaru flopped down onto the soft grass of the garden, squealing as his older brother dragged him along the grass, not caring for the grass and soil that clung to his hakama — it was dark blue, anyway. The cherry blossoms had just started blooming again after a brutal winter; the wind scattered their petals, like a pink and white storm in the garden; the birds and animals had just returned from their winter slumber, and their activity around the garden promised lovely spring weather ahead. Likewise, Bontenmaru’s quarantine for his illness had just been lifted, and he was once more free to roam around the garden, making mischief like he always did.

The garden in front of the castle’s main house was loveliest in the spring, with the perfect temperature for playing outside, and the right amount of rain for the plants to thrive. Spring also meant more animals, especially the stray cats that the castle’s residents had come to adore.

The two boys didn’t hear the soundless footsteps on the wooden engawa behind them. Light footsteps matching her willowy figure, a tall young woman perched herself there, her delicate shoulders wrapped in a thick woollen shawl over her exquisite kimono.

She stretched out a bony hand. “Jikumaru! Come here! Your clothes are all dirty now.”

Tiny bare feet plod along the ground as the younger boy sprinted across the garden, towards the engawa. “Mum! I’m hungry,” he whined.

“Oh, I’ll ask the maids to bring you a snack,” she cooed, wiping Jikumaru’s sweat with a handkerchief. 

Bontenmaru hid a small yellow bloom behind his back, an artless grin lighting up his childish face as he approached his mother, who was busy fussing over Jikumaru’s dirty clothes. He hadn’t seen his mother in weeks. It had definitely been more than a month since he was quarantined for his illness, the reason his right eye was covered in white bandages.

“Mum!” He cried, “I got something—”

“Go away.” Yoshihime’s long black hair fell over her eyes, casting a shadow over them — she looked like something between a ghoul and a woman. “I don’t want to see that… that eye of yours.” 

“Mum?” What was happening? Why would his dear mother say that? Bontenmaru stood in silence, jaw gaping.

“Don’t stare at me like that!” Yoshihime’s fair visage scrunched up, lips upturned as though she had just stepped on an insect. “You’re hideous! I don’t want to look at a one-eyed monster like you.” She hugged Jikumaru close to her, almost as if shielding him from his own brother. 

Almost as if he was really a monster. 

Sliding open the shoji, she ushered Jikumaru back into the main house, his pleas to stay outside falling on deaf ears, and he took one last sorrowful look at his older brother before Yoshihime sent him away.

Bontenmaru let the flower fall to his hands, and unknowingly crushed its dainty petals and stalk under his foot as he took a step back. As she retreated back into the main house with her other son, Bontenmaru looked down — the remains of the little plant stared back up at him, yellow petals torn and scattered on the grass. Destroyed. 

It was only fair, he thought. What his mother had just done to him was no different. 

They said boys didn’t cry, so why did his good eye feel wet, blurring his vision?

The shoji slammed shut.

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[rosejigglypuff76]

A brand new post featuring our dear little plant known as Herb Kimura (aka; Herb Cookie) 🪴 I felt like trying out the Character Pairing Meme Chart for quite sometime, just like most meme templates that I've looked at over the years 🎀 Now finally managing to get the idea to use this particular chart, and succeeding in filling up every given spot that's showcased 💞 Feel free to tell me your thoughts on any of these choices that I made 🌿 - - - - - - - My NOTP: Herb Cookie x Carrot Cookie I've seen it a few times in the Official Cookie Run Comics, however I felt like it was a bit too cliche between the two Prefer Herb and Carrot as friends or even co-workers in the same garden My BROTOP: Herb Cookie x Gingerbrave Mostly going on the fact that I made them the only two characters in my CRK Kimura AU that can break the 4th Wall And while they don't get along that much in the aforementioned Cookie Run Comics, both Herb and Gingerbrave act like siblings that fight as much as helping one another out My OTP, Fluffy Pairing, and Underrated Pairing: Herb Cookie x Dark Choco Cookie This became a thing all because of my CRK Kimura AU, but even so I still see this becoming a thing Herb in the Cookie Run Comics is the son of a goddess, while Dark Choco in the Cookie Run Games (especially Kingdom) is the son of an ancient ruler It's not written or drawn that much by most people that are into the Cookie Run Franchise, but I see them being the immortal version of "Soft Boy x Tough Guy" Ship I can imagine Dark Choco being pretty protective and showing his soft side to Herb when he gets the chance to hangout with him, an underrated and oddly wholesome ship My 2nd Favorite OTP: Herb Cookie x Sparkling Cookie Despite it mainly being fandom based, I can see this making a lot more sense than other Herb Ships that revolve around him with other plant-themed cookies Think about it as two soft but hardworking boys that understand each other's flaws and simply enjoy being together as boyfriends Plus both Herb and Sparkling seem to be on the more peaceful side of things, and would fight only to protect those they care about and protect each other My Platonic Pairing: Herb Cookie x Cherry Blossom Cookie Originally my OTP, but I started to lose a bit of interest in this particular ship It's cute though, and would be considered as my 3rd Favorite OTP which revolved around Herb Cookie The dynamic between Herb and Cherry Blossom is still amazing in my opinion, showing the malewife and the girlboss concept of ship My OT3: Herb Cookie with the rest of the Juice Bar Regulars Broke the rules with this one by making it into an OT4 instead cause I didn't want to leave behind anyone from that particular CRK Bond Just four dudes chilling by the Juice Bar, enjoying time together as a lovably romantic group This can be a Harem Ship as well if I were to include Cocoa Cookie, a playful person that gives me a bit of girlboss vibes My Crack Pairing: Herb Cookie x Crunchy Chip Cookie Kinda blamed this on the fact that I would be see as Herb Cookie in the Discord sometimes, and same thing goes with a friend of mine who would be shown as Crunchy Chip Cookie in the same website This is more of my 2nd BROTP since I'm personally not into being in a romantic relationship and would rather have friends But I see this as the Crack BROTP, mostly because of my interactions with my crunchy friend with it being a bit too silly at times My Guilty Pleasure Pairing: Herb Cookie x Cream Unicorn Cookie Both healers that look like they would NOT hesitate to fight back for the sake of protecting those they care about Cream Unicorn would dare say "Shantay You Stay" to Herb, although they would question whether or not to say the same to Eclair Cookie My Crossover Pairing: Herb Cookie x Rantaro Amami I drew Herb dressed up as Rantaro once, and I'm planning to do that again! Or I could draw them hanging out together, since they're both adventurous but also pretty chill characters My Overrated Pairing: Herb Cookie x Clover Cookie Similar to the ones shown as a BROTP, I just see these two as great friends and close as siblings Just like with Carrot Cookie, I don't like Herb pairings that have him shipped with other plant-based cookies, and Clover is no exception to that Not to mention that I see these two in a romantic pairing with other characters, which would be Dark Choco Cookie and Licorice Cookie respectively

[yuamusuzuran]

Some BL manga I read in the past 4 months:

Haven't posted one of these in a hot minute, life! But rating is the same as with the last post!

💜 Not risky, anyone can enjoy it

🖤 Theme not for everyone/depends on taste/may be triggering for some people

February

"Cherry blossoms after Winter" by Bamwoo

I absolutely adore this story and its longevity. We got to see their relationship bloom from highschool until they became responsible adults. Would always recommand.

Personal rating: 💜💜💜💜

****

March

"Sign" by Ker

I don't usually see disability in BL and I always appreciate when I find a gem like this. Soohwa is absolute lunatic and so whipped foe Yohan, I adore their relationship. So fluffy and hot at the same time but also had me on the edge of my seat on a couple occasions! Always recommand!

Personal rating: 💜💜💜💜

"Good day to go crazy" by Yusa

When a part-timer gets employed to look after an idol who's in a lot of emotional distress.This story seemed to be all over the place at time, but it still has some good moments that had me invested. Because of mentions on mental illness and other triggering things, read at your own risk!

Personal rating: 🖤🖤🖤

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April

"Sensei wa Nekketsu ga Areba Juubunda!" and "Manager ni natte mo mondainai!" by Zawarc & Fuerzabruta

Not much to say about these oneshots: very basic plot and a lot of smut. Don't think about it too much, it was actually kinda hilarious. Its not everyone's cup of tea, but if you like smth that's basically a p*rn, knock yourself out with these ones!

Personal rating: 🖤🖤🖤🖤

"100% Love Gauge" by Yeoro & Sagold

This one is very cute, short and simple: a huge BL game otaku sees a guy at his university that looks just like his favorite character in the game and the story goes from there! Will definitely be a sweet and fun read, trust me!

Personal rating: 💜💜💜💜

"Your Skin is Tinged Red like Burning with Heat" by Yuho Okita

Two beach volleyball players are forced to play in pairs for the upcoming tournament despite their personalities being jarringly different and them not liking each other in the slightest. Rather intriguing story with a bit of angst and lots of emotions. Loved it!

Personal rating: 💜💜💜💜

"Umibe no Etranger" by Kii Kanna

Watched the movie before reading this. Its so sweet and some details give even more context to their relationship. I'll definitely re-read this when I need a positivity booster! Big like!

Personal rating: 💜💜💜💜💜

"Nisemono DK ha Haru wo Uru" by Yoko Misumi

Story of Haru who works as a s*x worker and mostly pretends to be a highschooler despite being in his twenties and Takashiro who's attracted to entire school boy aesthetic. It was unexpectedly wholesome ngl.

Personal rating: 💜💜💜

****

May

"Love so Pure" by PlanB

Love this one so much, mostly because of the shifting focus on various couples and how all characters became this lively, lovely bunch of friends. Very heart-warming with right amount of angst and thrill. Highly recommand!

Personal rating: 💜💜💜💜

[woman-child91]

It’s not Josh Hutcherson. It’s me. There’s something seriously wrong with me. Because, the only time I’ve ever found this wholesome and sweet actor attractive is when he’s playing a character with serious issues. Like, I actually dig his messy, unkempt, slightly hairy (keyword here people, slightly, hairy. As in, just a tiny bit of facial hair. Like, barely even a stubble.), depressed, grumpy, snarky character with anger management issues.

I’m sorry. But, I blame this all on one of my brother’s pre-teen friends who had anger issues at times. His name was Edmundo or Raymundo. I barely remember having a crush on him. Because, he was on my 7th birthday party home movie.

And I always remember that I was swinging on the swing while, looking at him. I was drinking a strawberry or cherry drink. It was red and fruity. Sooo, I was too distracted by him and ended up spilling the drink all over my yellow Anastasia-ish style dress.

There’s also a little scene after the piñata has been smashed where, he starts hitting the fallen piñata with a lot of aggression! Like, the kid was probably barely 11 or 12 at the time. What 11 or 12 year old hits something with such rage and violence?

I mean, like I said before. I had a huge crush on him. So I actually found his… ummm… anger kinda cool. In my defense, I was 7 years old! He was 4 or 5 years older than me. So, my 7 year old mind thought that the more violent he was? The manlier and more grown up he looked.

I think my subconscious still thinks that when a man displays aggression (as long as it’s not towards me, animals (not counting insects), innocent people) and rage outbursts? Well, he seems more masculine and sexier to me. Does that make sense?

I mean, Josh Hutcherson has been sooo unattractive to me since the first time I saw him. I remember going to the movies with my daddy. I was 14 and we went to see Zathura: A Space Adventure. For starters, I thought he was like 10. Then, when I saw him in Red Dawn and The Hunger Games?

Well, my impression didn’t change that much. All of his characters were always the same and like the complete opposite of what I find attractive in a man. They were always submissive, whiny, weak, spineless, meek, timid, insipid, cowardly, pushovers, wusses, goody-two shoes, boy scouts and… have I mentioned submissive? I mean, for crying out loud! Even Josh Peck seemed more dominant and assertive than him in Red Dawn. AND Josh Peck was playing like the omega brother to Chris Hemsworth’s character.

Sooo, it wasn’t until I saw clips on YouTube about his character in Five Nights At Freddy’s that made me change my opinion about him. BUT, solely when he’s playing that particular character. Because, in real life? Josh Hutcherson is like Peeta Mellark. Way too submissive for me. Ugh! As if!

On the other hand, Mike Schmidt? Oh my gosh! I don’t care that he’s actually shorter than me. I’m 5’6 and Josh is like 5’4 or something. Anyways, I don’t care that he’s shorter than me. Mike Schmidt has got such an intimidating and dominant vibe. I’d let him boss me around and stuff. So I think I’ll definitely give Five Nights At Freddy’s a try. I blame it all on how good of an actor he is when playing his complete opposite.

[casspurrjoybell-30]

Cry Me A River - Chapter 20- Part 1

*Warning Adult Content*

"Everyone has that one annoying friend, if you don't have one then it's probably you."

Cherry-lipped Foe

I read the paper at least four times before the reality of it all sunk in.

Someone, a past conquest most probably, was coming to see Alastair.

Why he hadn't told me, I wasn't sure.

An act that created great suspicion in my eyes.

If she was but a past conquest why hadn't he told me of her coming?

My mind raced to many conclusions.

The majority of which ended tragically for me.

If she was but a past conquest, wouldn't she be just that?

In the past?

Why was she returning?

For what purpose?

The turning of a doorknob interrupted my thoughts as I quickly stuffed the letter back into Alastair's pocket and attempted nonchalance.

"Love?"

Alastair raised a brow.

"Yes?"

Is my voice shaking?

"Shouldn't you be in bed, love?"

His hand grasped his towel to his waist as he slowly approached me.

"I was... looking for you," I smiled with trembling lips.

"I'm here now," he spoke softly as he swept me from the cold, stone floor that had begun to become as painfully cold as my immediate future.

Even shirtless he was still warmer than me.

His skin as blazingly warm as a feverish fire while I, a cold midnight wind, twisting and turning in a constant state of bleak frost.

Opposites.

He gently laid me on the bed, his hands pulling from my fragile form, taking with it whatever heat it emitted.

I pulled the feathered, white blanket to my neck, holding it in a death grip as I turned away from Alastair's shirtless form.

"What's wrong, love?" his voice sounded worried, almost suspicious.

"Tired," I managed as I squeezed my eyes shut.

A childish act, as if, if I can't see him neither can he I.

Though, that wasn't the true reason I had done it.

Rather, it was to shut him out.

To hide from the fact that he had hid something from me.

Hoping that maybe, just maybe, if I ignored the elephant in the room the elephant would rather disappear.

One could always hope.

Hope.

A word I hadn't known of until rather recently.

Before the occurrences that had begun to shape who I was rather than who my father wanted me to be.

A word that gave a sense of prospect that maybe, just maybe, there was something out there for me.

Something more grand than a closeted room or an empty kitchen.

More wholesome than the upbringing I was given.

A word I wanted to keep in my vocabulary, in my reality.

*

A week had passed since the fated letter's arrival.

I lay in bed, a continuous activity I had been doing for days now, contemplating what to do when the fated time would come to meet this so called Feyona.

The meeting was only inevitable.

Alastair had long since locked himself away in his study, as usual, writing away.

I, on the other hand, laid quite frozen in my bed, awaiting the fated moment to come.

A knock resounded at the door, a sound I had long since been expecting yet wasn't quite prepared for.

My legs felt like jello as I walked towards the door, my hands shaking as I turned the knob.

A smiling girl stood by the entranceway, a smile gracing her painted red lips, her dark hair pulled up in a neat, braided bun as she pushed her way into my room, completely ignoring my existence.

I staggered, grabbing hold of the post as I watched her pace the room as if analyzing everything she could as she spun in circles.

A giggled laughter filled the room as she jumped onto the bed, bouncing a bit as her eyes landed on me.

"Would you tell Alastair of my arrival, kind servant."

She smiled as her eyes continued circling the room.

"Oh no, I'm not a servant."

I tried as to take a stand against her disrespect.

"I am Alastair's mate."

"Mate?"

Her eyes narrowed as she gave me a thorough once over.

"Are you not but a boy?" she scoffed.

"Yes," her eyes widened.

"A boy that belongs to no one but him."

"Aah," she began to play with the ruffles on his red sundress.

"I almost started to believe not much had changed when entering this room. The flooring, walls and decor has remained the same but his status no longer remains the same."

She gave a small, sad smile.

My chest tightened as I approached the bed and wrapped my arms around her small waist.

Trying to comfort the poor girl that had lost before even beginning.

A piercing laughter rang through the room as I found myself on the floor, back against the hard marble as a red heel pressed harshly against my wheezing chest.

"Fool," she laughed.

"You are far too naive. To think I would give up before even beginning."

My eyes widened as the wheels began to stir oh so smoothly in my head.

"Feyona, is it?"

Her eyes narrowed.

"Yes?"

"It's a pleasure to meet you," I raised a hand as she stared through narrow eyes as if a monster were to emerge from it and bite her.

I cleared my throat awkwardly as I dropped my hand.

"There is a saying I had heard of once in a book..."

"Keep your friends close but your enemies closer."

She lifted her heel from my chest with a strange look of disbelief on her face as she stretched a hand out to me.

I grabbed it as she pulled me roughly to my feet, dropping her hand to the side and staring at me as if I were some strange discovery.

"Strange boy," she muttered.

I smiled awkwardly while rubbing my sore chest in a calming, circular manner.

"Love?" I pivoted my head as Alastair pranced through the open doorway with a look of puzzlement before comprehension softened his face to an almost blank persona.

"Feyona," he stated monotonously.

"Alastair," she giggled as she practically jumped into his arms.

Alastair seemed to tense up as he unraveled her arms from around him like one would pick a bug from their sleeve.

Her smile momentarily fell before it quickly replaced itself with a playful grin and fluttered eyelashes.

"Didn't you miss me, Ally poo?" she spoke as if he were a cheeky five-year-old and she his disapproving mother.

"You speak as if your disappearance meant anything to me," his eyes narrowed as he crossed his arms.

Her smile grew though her eyes were anything but smiling.

"Ah, always the playful one," she sighed.

Alastair remained silent, watching her with a look I couldn't quite decipher.

"You know, Ally poo, when I first arrived, the first thought that entered my mind was how things around here didn't seem to change much from the last time I was here. But it appears I was wrong."

Her eyes landed on me with a humorous gaze.

Was she finding this... enjoyable?

Alastair's eyes narrowed as he pulled me to his chest in a protective embrace.

"What are you getting at Feyona?" his tone gaining a slight edge on it.

"He's quite beautiful," she raised a hand in my direction.

"Just my brother's type."

A growl rumbled from Alastair's chest.

"Don't you dare."

"Dare what?"

She fluttered her lashes.

"I was merely stating the truth. My brother has long since bore of the female gender. He has taken quite a liking lately to the silent beauty type."

Alastair's grip tightened around me.

"Your brother knows not to touch that of who belongs to me."

"Does he?"

His grip tightened.

"Alastair," I cringed.

His grip loosened as he pressed a soft kiss to my shoulder.

"Sorry, love."

Feyona watched our exchange through narrowed eyes.

"My brother is to arrive tomorrow."

"Why the delay?" Alastair attempted disappointment but instead sounded relieved.

"Oh, don't sound so disappointed, Ally poo," Feyona mocked.

"He made a... detour."

Alastair's eyes narrowed.

"A brothel, I presume?"

A laughter escaped her cherry, red lips as she wiped her eyes of false tears.

"Ah, you know my brother oh too well."

"I've known him since childhood. I didn't quite have a choice in the matter," Alastair sighed while combing his fingers through his thick, raven-like hair.

"If only we could return to those naively innocent days," she sighed. Alastair smiled.

"They were good times, weren't they?"

"Quite."

She smiled looking down at her shoes before letting out a breathy sigh.

"Well, I've got to go. Lots to do. I'll speak to go later, Ally poo."