#//Except with a random slap of chaos here and there

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Forever love the idea of Kaveh wanting a nice simple life to settle down to, with a nice kind sweet significant other to share a peaceful life going forward

And then inevitably falling for the ONE person who deffo ends up sparking the Exact opposite

[thesamoanqueen]

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Raiting: 18+

Warnings: smut, jealousy, my bad english as always.

A/N: It should have been my gift to @harmshake for her day but I didn’t made it in time and here Im, posting it anyway *delusional smile*

He was getting a headache, a bad one because Y/N was unbeatable at driving him crazy. He always tried to control himself, freaking out during arguments didn’t fit him well and he could successfully have done it, at least until she got involved or decided to press that button, the one she had claimed from the first second Roman laid eyes on her. Thank God she wasn't the kind of woman who liked drama or kicking her feet, but if she decided to go down that road...

Roman could count their arguments on one hand, exceptions, extraordinary events, but every time it happened from one moment to the next, escalating in a few seconds and for reasons that weren't even real reasons. And it had been like that that time too. The night before Y/N had gone out with the girls, they had gone to have fun, there was nothing wrong and he had even been fine with it, because now that his schedule was no longer so oppressive they spent more time together, both didn't have to work hard as before. The next morning she got up and he had left himself speak, a comment about alcohol that she had clearly drunk, not about her, not even trying to scold her, but from there to chaos it was a short step.

Standing in the kitchen for who knows how long, he lowered his head in exasperation, exhausted, the idea of getting something to drink to go and relax, perhaps with her now only a memory, while Y/N marched through the living room, taking random stuff and dissecting that story as only she was capable of doing.

- I can do whatever I wanna do ‘cause you my daddy when I say you're, not every moment of ma life – she crashed into him at the other end of the huge room and Roman raised his head as if someone had slapped him.

She could do what? He wasn't what?!

- What did you just say?! – he snapped, not at all intending to let that time pass.

He had never tried to stop her from doing anything, he knew well who he had decided to be close to as a partner and it had never crossed his mind to treat her otherwise. He had made a comment, a comment because he cared about her, he was always worried, even if they were together and she came up with that story? He was a man, he didn't need to control her to feed his little ego.

- Thought it was me tired, but now the one who cannot hear me is you? - she insisted stubbornly, refusing to let go and Roman gave her a warning look, his gaze dark.

- Y/N stop running that mouth

- Well if you don't like my attitude anymore, go find someone else and I'll do the same – she pointed at him and Roman knew that she was throwing everything on the table by now, but she had to slow down because he had enough now.

He wouldn't have gone anywhere, above all she wouldn't have found anyone else. She could put it out of her head to play those games with him and above all to turn around and leave him there as she was trying to do. He quickly crossed the living room, before Y/N could even disappear and grabbed her by the waist, hearing her let go with a thud all the stuff she had in her arms, struggling.

- What-Get your hands off me, lemme go-

- You better calm down- don't kick! - he warned her, taking blow with a grimace as he dragged her with him across the room - don't… no… babygirl-

- Roman put me down, ain't joking! And don't call me that! – she struck again, convincing him to put her down on the coach, to grit his teeth, irritation growing.

- No more babygirl, ain't your daddy, you can do whatever, what's going on huh?!

Frozen, Y/N stared back at him. Her arms wrapped tightly around her chest, legs curled up on the couch where she still had tried to escape him at first, even though he was literally towering over her. He had raised his voice, he never did it, except when they got to that point, but every time it happened he ended up regretting it the same instant just by looking at her. He couldn't stand those moments, because they didn't belong to either of them and for sure wasn't what he wanted for their relationship.

- You don't own me – Y/N said, refusing to lower her head and Roman ran a hand over his dark beard, inspiring, before looking back at her deadly serious.

- I own you

He knew what was going on in that head of her, because Y/N thought and thought even late at night when she should have been sleeping, she was dangerous. And that argument had been the reason she had struggled to have relationships in the past, the same one that had led them to chase each other for a year before giving a name to what was between them. It had been a stupid comment, said with a completely different intention, they both knew it, and yet she had snap.

-I do – he repeated, seeing her physically stiffen when he crouched down in front of her – as you own me – he admitted without shame.

He knew what he wanted from his life and he knew what he was willing to risk, he had never been the kind of person who liked to be led, but since she had entered his life, his vision had changed. It was like this from the moment he woke up to the moment he went to bed, it was his law, it was what he chose and what Roman committed to. He wasn't a kid, he could make sacrifices and he wanted to bear them.

-That's how things work – he explained, eyes running over her figure without forgetting a single piece, while hers studied him.

They were doing this together and there was no "whatever" for it to work. They had each other's backs, they belonged to each other and there was no one else who could replace either of them in that mission. No plan B, no alternatives, it was all or nothing, she was the one who told him first and Roman stuck to that. He could keep his mouth shut, ignore if he wanted, he had no problems, but what they were had to be clear, for better or for worse, during arguments or not.

Y/N insisted on not moving, legs still bent on the coach, shoulders still tense and her gaze fixed on him who hadn't moved an inch too, ready to take yet another blow that never came. She only needed a few words, if the right ones, to send those moments away and Roman knew he had said them to her or she wouldn't have given up. An arrogant and slightly softened grin was struggling to show itself, but he just frowned, tilting his head a little to look at her inch by inch again.

-May I touch you now? – he asked, his voice now low, soft.

- What if I say no? – he heard her ask immediately, stubborn and without mercy.

Firm in his purpose, Roman did not give up, completely unimpressed by that attitude which had single-handedly eliminated any competition long before him.

- Please – he begged hoarsely and Y/N once again didn't move.

She didn't even answer, but her dark chocolate eyes did it for her, wavering for a moment at that plea and he reached out with both hands, slowly pulling her legs off the couch by ankles. He slid one on the carpet, placing the other on top of his knees, caressing the caramel-colored skin, soft calf, her eyes pointing at him in religious silence as he went up higher, touching behind the knee to spread his hand on her gorgeous soft thigh. He felt her body vibrate imperceptibly, responding to that contact and Y/N immediately push her foot against his chest, stopping him from going any further.

-Babygirl...- he called her back, looking up again.

Still no response and Roman took the opportunity to slide her leg over his shoulder, making his way between her. His hands began to caress her again without waiting any longer, going up, taking the opportunity to take care of the other leg in the same way and in the same way, even with the other, Y/N stopped him. Roman looked at her in silence this time, he placed a kiss on her skin, pinching it with his beard, breathing in the scent of coconut and vanilla lotion, receiving a new push in return. He waited a second, just one, to collect himself, before also pulling the other leg over his shoulders and bending her on the couch, without asking or negotiate anymore, crashing his mouth onto her to get a moan.

Y/N under him struggled, trying to push him away, refusing to let him win that fight as useless as the argument they had was. He stopped her from the wrists, bracing them with a little force against the couch backrest, pressing them with some of his weight, heat rising quickly and her complaints, muffled, slowly turning into hot moans. Roman knew that she was ready to not make his life easy and repay him in some way, but he was fine with that.

He liked challenges and if she was the prize, he could take more than a couple of pushes.

Slow and unstoppable, he made his way over her. Feeling her mouth slowly indulge him, her hands stop shaking and her legs squeeze him to have his body closer, to have him where he belonged. He still refused to let go, keeping her pinned beneath him, sliding only one large hand, first around her throat and then further down, under her oversize shirt, over her breast free from any constriction. His thumb automatically went to play with her nipple and Y/N mewled into his mouth, panting hotly when Roman finally abandoned her to move down, licking her ear and jugular before biting and sucking that soft skin with the only purpose to leave his mark.

- Mmh! – a moan, strangled, still a little freaky, teeth closing on her swollen lip to stop it.

Annoyed, he looked up at her, studying her focused, breathless, cute expression. He pushed a little on her wrists, feeling her body soften and pulled her white shirt up a little more, to go down to kiss her between her round breasts, inhaling her scent, dipping his face there to devour her hungrily. Her shivers, her heartbeat dangerously close, even the sound of her swallowing while trying to catch her breath, had quickly turned that exchange into something more and bossy Roman rubbed himself against her, his cock now hard inside his gray jumpsuit. He watched Y/N bite her lip again, try to hold back, belly tense and eyes finally searching for him as he began to suck and bite on one of her dark salty buttons.

Her back always curved into a delightful arch when he paid her that kind of attention. An almost unnatural, desperate and needy arch, which Roman get never tired of holding in his hands and admiring, often asking for more, demanding everything.

He watched her throw her head back, almost hiding between cushions and his arm slid behind her back, pulling her against him, grabbing her hip so her center was in place. Y/N struggled again, breathing short, her gaze liquid with excitement and Roman tightened his grip on her wrists, freeing her breasts shiny from his saliva and quickly place a kiss on both her legs that were resting onto his shoulders. Quickly, he fumbled with his clothes, pulling them down with his only free hand, immediately feeling his erection jump to attention and Y/N gasp in anticipation.

- What do you say sweetheart huh? – he asked hoarsely, pressing it against her perfect ass, while also freeing her too – do you want me to ask nicely or not?

-Lemme-e go- he heard her repeat, but this time he knew that her intention was not to run away.

- Please babygirl? – he chanted into her ear, almost crushing her beneath him.

- Please… daddy – a meow more like a moan and Roman released his grip on her wrists.

Her hands grabbed his face instantly, forcing him into a kiss he would never refuse and then wrapping around his torso, scratching his solid neck with demand, as he thrust into her without waiting any longer. Her folds were soft, welcoming and every single time he ended up searching for the bottom, that exact point that made her tighten around him in a vice from which Roman always hoped not to escape. His body was shot through with every sigh of Y/N, every single moan and prey to an uncontrolled reaction his hips moved reflexively, thrusting and pinning her down.

They hadn't fucked like this for a long time now, since they were nothing and their encounters seemed more like a desperate attempt to leave their mark on each other so that no one else could get in the way or hope to. Now those thoughts, those doubts were far away, but Roman still felt in the bottom of his chest the urge to claim her, to give her everything and because of that, he took advantage of his strength to turn her onto her side, leaving one of her legs down. From that position he could push at another angle, holding her round buttock, straightening his back.

- Like tha-aht, yes-

-Yeah, let's strech my pussy good…-he growled hungrily, giving her an appreciative slap on the ass and the moan that Y/N let out was accompanied by her throbbing walls.

- There-yes there!

Quick, rough, he knew that neither of them would last long, but he put a hand on her belly anyway, touching his bulge, hitting that spot and observing, satisfied, the whitish ring that had already formed around his cock. He saw it spread across his entire length, back and forth, again, while Y/N tried to hold him between her folds, inside her sweet cave. He licked his lips, savoring her moods from a distance, pressing with his fingers where her mound welcomed him, feeling his own hardness, his thumb sliding further down to play with her swollen button.

A couple of thrusts and Y/N exploded beneath him in a succession of gasps, hands gripping the coach cover, eyes closed tightly and that wonderful arc that Roman moved again, to take her from behind, pushing himself onto his knees to have her into a press. Frantic, he let his head loll, pounding frenetic through his orgasm, refusing to give in until Y/N slapped her hand against one of his arms and he pulled out quickly, missing her warmth instantly.

A growl left him, but just as he had felt that unpleasant absence, he welcomed Y/N who had sat up to take him into her soft mouth, licking both of their juices with a moan of appreciation. With one arm resting on the coach backrest and the other hand holding the back of her head, he watched Y/N wrap her lips around the tip, suck until she tore the soul out of his lungs and then swallow him almost in his entire length to allow him to empty himself inside her.

- F-Fuck, open wide, so warr-rm-

He held her in place, moving on impulse, feeling the heat of his own body mix in Y/N's throat, her tongue pampering him until the last drop dirtied her mouth and his long fingers extricated themselves from the curls that he had pulled away from Y/N’s bun, stroking it affectionately, feeling the pop of that dangerous mouth that released him after having swallowed and cleaned up the mess of both of them. Breathing heavily he let himself fall down, pulling her against him as messy as he was, realizing only after long, infinite minutes of silence that at the end they had both managed to relax there together even if how, they had gotten to that point, had not been what he imagined.

He tilted his head, seeing her clinging to him with that tired look that he was responsible for this time and he couldn't help himself, leaving a kiss on her forehead that made her lift her chin to look up.

- We made it again – he noticed, seeing that adorable pout that she reserved only for him.

She who would have eaten alive anyone out there without a second thought, with him instead every now and then she gave into the temptation to behave like a little one and as long as it was her, Roman could handle anything. She owned that right and privilege.

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⋆☾⋆ Meme post ⋆☾⋆

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Characters: Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belphegor x Gn!Reader

Au: Canon Universe

Description: Random scenarios with the demon bro's, most of them revolve around gaming.

Contents: Fluff, Cussing, Silly Anger and Angst, Silly Writings,

Word Count: 940 words

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♥ Lucifer ♥

"No. Absolutely not."

"Come on Lucifer pleaseeeee! Just this once!" You beg, trying to convince the eldest brother to indulge in your interests for once.

"I have better things to do than play video games" Lucifer says with venom, what would Diavolo think if he slacked off to play games with some human?? Lucifer couldn't risk it, so he continued to go through the stacks of paperwork on his large desk.

"Afraid you would lose old man? Too pussy to play against a human?" You knew you were playing with fire by insulting him, even playfully, because if Mammon had said that he would be tied upside down, hanging from a chandelier somewhere in the house of lamentation.

"What the fuck did you just say to me?!" ... Uh-oh. "You've got some nerve, I just hope that nerve is brave enough to groom Cerberus after you lose." Lucifer stands up from his desk, grabbing your arm and dragging you into the common room where the shared gaming console is.

♥ Mammon ♥

"Huh?! You think you can beat the Great and Powerful Mammon at gambling?? HAHAHA ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS??" The demon of greed almost keels over from laughter, slapping his knee at the joke he thinks your making.

"Yes, I am completely and utterly serious. How about this, winner not only gets all the money, but also the title of Devildoms best gambler, and loser has to slap Lucifer in the face." You smirk, knowing Mammon will do anything to win as the embodiment of greed, he wins at everything when money is involved. However, you have a trick up your sleeve.

You talk the rest of the brothers into playing poker with you and Mammon, except for the eldest. They are all willing to cheat and help you with your little trick just to see the chaos unfold when he has to slap Lucifer.

The whole game, everyone gets amazing cards, everyone except for Mammon. Unfortunately for him, you use your pact to force him into placing down his cards every time, losing more and more money until he eventually loses the game, and all the brothers immediatly forfeit after that, leaving you as the technical winner.

~ ~ ~ Not long later ~ ~ ~

"MAMMONNNNN COME BACK HERE YOU LITTLE SHIT, I'M GONNA TEAR YOU APART AND FEED YOU TO BEEL"

♥ Leviathan ♥

You just got a brand new video game, one that is only available in the human world, but due to Diavolo favoring you, he found a way to get it in Devildom stores for limited time.

"How....how did such a normie get this game down here!"

"I asked Diavolo...."

"And he agreed? He went through that much trouble to give a normie some random video game? OMG Lollllolollol! *random video game ramble*"

"Just put the damn game in and turn on two controllers."

♥ Satan ♥

"She's mine Lucifer!" Satan yells, dragging you out of Lucifers office. "W-We were just playing Chess, what the hell are mad about?"

"I'm mad that you are alone with a man like Lucifer. I don't want him rubbing off on you."

Satan drags me away from Lucifers room, dragging you like he is holding you hostage. He takes you back to your room, securing you on his lap as you watch documentaries.

"You didn't have to drag me away from your brother. I get you hate him, but my god- "

"It's just...we are so similar I don't want to see you fall for him instead."

♥ Asmodeus ♥

"Really~? You wanna play with me~? I guess it was only a matter of time before you fell for my charm~"

"A-Asmo....I meant the succubus rpg game-"

"Oh...well thats a lot less fun. Oh well! Lets go play."

Once you go to your room, you get the game up and suddenly Asmo pulls you into his lap. "Uhh? What're you doing?"

"Just getting comfortable. I can't stand being without your touchhh~" You just ignore him as both of you begin to set up your characters.

♥ Beelzebub ♥

"Nonononono!!! Beel that isn't food!" You freak, trying to get the candle out of his hands.

"Huh? But it smells good." Beelzebub pouts at you, and you feel like you've just kicked a puppy.

"Just, put that down darling." I put my hand over his and lower it back down onto the table, making him drop my scented candle. "Lets go get you some cheeseburgers." Beel nods ferociously, mouth already drooling at the thought.

You take him to the 24 hour magic food place in-between the campus housing. Their menu is anything you want, they use magic to conjure up the tastiest version of what you request.

"Feel better?" You ask, smiling softly at his silly nature. "Very much. Thank you Mc." He talks with his mouth full, shoving as many cheeseburgers as he can straight into his stomach.

♥ Belphegor ♥

"Belphiiieee, wake up!" You try to shake the sleepy demon awake, wanting to show him a new game you bought for your Devilswitch.

Suddenly his tail wraps around you and he pulls you into his bed with him, his chest against your back. He rests his head on your shoulder, slightly opening his eyes enough to see your switch. "Mhm, nice. How did you get the money for that?"

"I sweet-talked Leviathan to buy it for me, he wanted it to and it has a co-op option so."

"You could have asked me. I never spend any of the money I get, too tired to ever go out."

"I tried, you wouldn't wake up."

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I hope you guys enjoyed! It's 1am and I just wanted to get a quick debut fic out! This is my first fic on this account :)))

[grace--le--domas]

Mission Impossible Rant ? Part 1

had a breakdown and watched all 7 (seven) Mission Impossible movies over the course of *checks watch* three days? Read more for an unhinged rant. Or scroll away. Don't care either way cause life is pointless etc etc

MI:1 - The beginning. The oldest of the bunch. And just like all elder siblings, this one's stoic as hell. Ethan Hunt is introduced to us as this charismatic, cocky agent, out for chaos. Movie looks like it's going to be yet another generic action thriller. Except- his entire team dies (Well, not all of them- more like most of them). Thus begins a noir drama of sorts and honestly? It still holds up. It is paced perfectly, has those late 90s over-the-top action sequences and is a good time all around.

2. MI:2- So, this is where it gets interesting. For some background trivia, let me tell you why this movie's existence is interesting as hell. Up until MI:2, Tom Cruise has never participated in a sequel. People were wondering if he ever would, and sure enough we soon got MI:2 . MI:2 can be best described as a Woo- fever dream of sorts. The only things I can remember now are Thandiwe Newton, pigeons (and doves?) and a cliff climbing. It is the weakest of the bunch in my opinion.

3. MI:3- Lack of critical reception to MI:2 led to a change in directors. Tom Cruise ends up watching Alias and falls deeply in love with JJ Abrahms. JJ has a whole new aesthetic for the franchise. And action!

The entire ending of MI:2 is forgotten. No, seriously, this one begins with Ethan's engagement party to a random girl. He has taken a step back from spying, and is just chilling about- mostly teaching the craft to other agents. Keri Russel is one such agent, and when she gets kidnapped, Hunt springs into action. Russel is killed (wasted Keri Russel imo- go watch The Americans) , Hunt gets married, his wife gets kidnapped and nearly killed- this one's a doozy. Philip Seymour Hoffmann (RIP) is exemplary as a villain though.

Another highlight is Benjamin "Benji" Dunn. More on this later.

4. MI- Ghost Protocol- Keeping in with the let's- get- a- new-director- tradition, this one has Brad Bird at its helm. Bird hasn't directed any live action movies at this point, but he does have more than a decade's experience with animated material (The Incredibles, Ratatouille).

Honestly, this is my absolute favourite of the bunch. This film has everything- the iconic Burg Khalifa sequence, great dialogue, AMAZING pacing. The supporting cast have this incredible chemistry with each other. And this one has humour too! (most of the credit due to Benji, played by Simon Pegg).

Absolutely everything goes wrong in this movie and that's why it slaps. The tension is palpable in almost all scene. This movie is the one that revitalizes the franchise. It only gets better from here.

[phantomphangphucker]

Phic Phight - The Bone-Stick Breaker

@46-reasonable-hamsters

Make no BONES about it, there’s a lot of GLOWING remarks in here. A real ILLUMINATING read, that’s positive to leave your eyes SHINING with laughter (and-also-maybe-a-little-bit-of-concern-about-the-authors-mental-state).

Should this be concerning? yeah.

Was it incredibly weird? Yup.

Would any reasonable person be incredibly disturbed right now? YES.

Does Danny need therapy? ABSOLUTELY.

Why you ask?

Oh only because Danny is glowing through the motions of systematically attempting to break every single bone in his entire body one by one, nothing too wild.

Just a little mild self torture is all.

It’s no big deal.

It’s definitely not a sign of a severely unstable psyche, no matter what anyone -Jazz- says.

It’s fun.

That’s a lie.

Well at least it’s Educational.

eh-juh-kay-shuh-nuhl.

Yay! Points for him! And points for another broken bone! A glow-in-the-dark star sticker!

That’s one more rib down!

He’s okay.

Everything is FINE.

It’s not like his boney woney’s are filled with glow-stick juice or anything.

Okay that’s exactly what it is.

He’s a little glowy broken boy.

A bone beater boy.

A real boner if you will.

That was a really dumb joke but he absolutely does not apologize. Just like this is a really dumb plan but he’s not apologising for this either.

Even if his teeth did count as bones and he did attempt to Slap Chop™ one to see what would happen and maybe accidentally sent a chunk flying into the soup pot.

At least he confirmed that yes, his teeth glowed when ‘snapped’, or Slap Chopped™, too.

He’s positive he is absolutely making Technus regret breaking his leg the day before yesterday’s morning, leading to his glowing discovery; all the ghosts were giving positively glowing reviews.

Meaning some were casually cheering the chaos and suffering, and others were begging him to ‘please stop’ and ‘spare us’ and ‘no don’t stab us with your bones! Why do you have bones!’.

But Danny had bones.

Ho boy did he ever have bones.

Bones to pick with everyone that is! Ha!

He’s got this glow stick party going and it’s utterly illuminating the night. Really lighting it up. Giving it a good ol’ spit shine. Absolutely brightening up everyone’s nightmares.

He should start a rave.

A bone glow stick rave.

It would be a bone cracking good time.

Maybe he could liquify some bones, hope they still be shiny, and make a motherfuckin’ proper glowing jello pit. He could use it to try and make people see the light at the end of the tunnel and then all the high people would make a bunch of giggle-watts!

Plus!

Everyone would definitely pay for that!

You know, since he’s not shady!

He is slim though, slim and slime. An ecto-green lime crime, since he be leaving random bones bits around.

The cops must be having a fright over all his nightlights.

He kept ignoring their questioning though, gotta keep the conversations light after all.

Let him be a funky little bean, copper man!

ACAB!

WHOOOOO!

If it was Christmas time he’d replace the city hall Christmas trees star with a bone star. Like a rock star but more him flavoured and more likely to sound like ominous crunching sounds and unholy screams. The kind that would get him basked in holy light out of sheer concern.

Eh. Danny’d still shine brighter.

After all he’s broken a-hundred-and-ninety-two bones, how many bones have those angels broken?

Probably none.

So there.

He’s the winner! Go him! Chicken bone dinner!

Fear the glowing Bone-Stick that is he!

Like a boom stick, except what gets shot and boomed everywhere is BONES!

A real glow up he says, especially since he’s waaaaaaaay brighter.

And then Val has the gaul to catch him in an ecto-net, point at him, and tells him to ‘stop this you menace’ and how ‘seventeen people have vomited because of this crap’ and ‘why is this your response when Tucker cuts off your caffeine supply’.

Which, rude.

Either he got his life blood or they got his bone blood!

BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD! BONES FOR THE BONE THRONE!

Val tasered him into unconsciousness for that one and Tuck dumped exactly one hundred and ninety eight bags of coffee beans on him.

…

But he made it to two-hundred-and-one on his first try? That’s more bones than what’s in one entire hamster! Doesn’t he deserve better pickings for his lickings?

Should he aim for forty-six hamsters next time? Really shoot for the stars and glow amongst them!

He must acquire more bones! Grow them from the ectoplasmic ether!

For the first time in a long time Tuck punches him.

Do they not understand?

Do they not know?!?

That this only causes the rumblies that only broken bones can satisfy to grow!

He will feast on his complete breaks and be one with THE NIGHT IN UN-DIMMABLE RADIANCE!

Shine bright like a bone diamond!

And be better at hide and glow seek!

But first.

Coffee.

Then after.

Only after.

The Bone-Stick Breaker shall return once more upon this mortal domain!

And with him!

UNENDING GLOW STICK BRIGHTERY!

End.

Prompt: Danny breaks a bone in ghost form for the first time, and discovers that his bones function similarly to glow sticks

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I write primarily for a gender-neutral reader; they/them and you are used for the reader's pronouns. I can write for a femme or masc reader, but I am more comfortable with gender-neutral, plus it can allow for more people to interact. The only time I can guarantee using different pronouns for the reader is if it is for a trans reader.

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I'm not taking requests right now. I have a Google Doc with some ideas but I usually leave it to a poll with random answers to decide what I work on next. Typically I only work on one fic at a time, yes, even multi-chapter ones.

Feel free to put your own brain worms in though. They might just infect me and end up on my Big Ol' List of Brain Worms [that is literally the name of my Google Doc for future WIPs]

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Those are always open. Feel free to pop in, I just ask that you keep it on topic (be it TWST-related, writing-related, or if you have any questions).

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[candydandy-blog1]

Fluffuary Day 1: Watch the Snow

A fluffy February writing challenge I made up for myself, because I really need to practice writing stuff 1.) everyday, and 2.) that isn’t just horror. So enjoy reading about watching the snowfall with Ford. Also, yeah, I know this is a day late on here, but let’s just ignore that.

First person pov, no y/n, no use of any names except for Ford so this can be a reader insert, reader likes the snow like a weirdo

Word count: 579

Wind blew across the Oregon forest and accompanied the falling snow through the countless branches and trees. White began to cover the ground and various plants as snow accumulated more and more, until eventually the fallen leaves and twigs could no longer be seen on the forest floor. A calm, comforting silence landed and settled around the wooden cabin; due to the harsh cold, many of the strange creatures that usually stirred chaos for many people now laid dormant and seeked warmth rather than mischief. 

I, however, proved to be an outlier in that statement, as evidenced by me sitting outside on the couch on the back porch and watching the snowfall. Warmth seeped through my coffee cup and heated my hands, while the blanket draped over my shoulders protected my arms and torso. Combined with my sweater and jacket, the cold had no hope of reaching me, though it certainly did make a heroic effort.

Creaking echoed throughout the house, from the back all the way to the door next to me. “There you are,” said Ford after he opened it, “I’ve been wondering where you were.”

“Oh, sorry, I didn’t mean to make you worry,” I said.

“It’s quite alright.” He closed the door behind him as he made his way to sit down. Despite how much the wood creaked and whined under his shifting weight, the steps themselves were barely audible, and the same went for when he sat next to me. “But why are you out here? It’s freezing.”

“I like to come outside and watch the snow fall when I can. There’s just something so calming about it. It helps clear my head.” 

“I suppose I can understand that.”

He inched closer until our shoulders met, allowing me to drop some of my weight and rest my head on him. Soon he settled his own head on the top of mine. His stubble scratched my forehead slightly with the sweet display, but I said nothing in case he would opt to end the entire moment.

After a few moments of peaceful bliss, shivers coursed through his body and broke my attention to the view in front of us. Fabric rustled as I wrapped part of the blanket over his shoulders, too, and brought us even closer. Soon the warmth from Ford's body raised the temperature in the blanket to an almost uncomfortable level. Despite how he complained about the cold, the man was a living furnace that instantly warmed anything he touched or wore. His arm reached across my back to hold me, hand rested just at the top of my hip.

The once fat flakes of snow turned to smaller flecks while the wind grew in strength, whipping my hair around at random. Branches rustled more intensely around us as the weather turned for the worse and threatened to rip the blanket from us.

“I think it’s time we went back inside, now,” said Ford.

“Yeah, I think you’re right.” The well insulated cabin welcomed us back in with a sudden slap of heat, making me realize just how cold my cheeks and nose had gotten. “Want me to make you some coffee to warm up?”

That signature goofy grin of his stretched across his face while he answered. “I would like that a lot, thank you.”

I wrapped my arm around his back to pull him in for a peck on the lips, then looked up into his eyes. “No problem, babe.”

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Thanks for reading this, any and all constructive criticism is welcome and appreciated :) See yall tomorrow!

[gaykarstaagforever]

Finally saw Grease (1978) today. I know, I know, but I've only been gay for a couple of years, I probably skipped it to watch more Orange County Choppers or something.

As a movie it is good. The cast is great, especially Travolta and Olivia Newton-John, apart or together. Travolta feels like the jock playing theater, which fits Danny exactly. And ONJ was a ray of goddamn sunlight her entire life, and she certainly is here. Together they are just electric. Everyone else is good, even if none of them really get time to do much with what they're given.

As a musical...it is okay. The story is unfocused and the songs feel more like a revue. Danny and Sandy are supposed to be the focus of the story but they just sort of bounce around until getting together at the end. Their relationship doesn't have an arc and no one seems to learn anything, except maybe "if you are a jerk, people won't like you." The rest of the time is padded with odd vignettes about side characters that are fine for what they are, but are just aimless diversions. Which is a shame, because the things that happen to Rizzo and Frenchy are more emotionally compelling than Danny and Sandy being brats off and on.

I faintly remember hearing this movie was a mess to put together and the original musical has a bunch of different versions with songs swapped in and out at different times. It feels like that. The songs are good, but again, like a revue, sprinkled in almost at random. Well choreographed and shot, though. Especially the weird Frankie Avalon surrealist number out of nowhere. That is probably the best part of the movie (aside from the Frankie Valli disco theme song). I'd rate the musical higher if more of the numbers were like this. As in, like BOTH of these songs. Maybe it is just because both are sung by industry veterans, but they have so much more kick than everything else.

This serves mostly as a primary source for what people in the late 70s thought the 50s were like, and that is tuner gangs of 30 year old "teenagers" causing drunken chaos and taking relationships way too seriously while the handful of adults laugh and egg them on. Which isn't accurate or terribly interesting in the context of a story. But I'm sure it was nostalgic as shit for the 40 year olds of 1978, and it is a fun, good movie, so long as you don't attempt to take it as seriously as it seems to hope it is taken.

I don't want to say it is overrated because I understand why people like it. But I also don't know if it will remain a beloved movie musical for much longer. If you aren't a Boomer or Boomer-adjacent, you probably won't be drawn to the nostalgia or style it relies on to sell itself. Because the story and pacing would need a serious overhaul to do justice to the songs. If you aren't into the pretend 50s or 70s movies, there just isn't much here.

Oh and the opening animation is crap. I realize the standards for most Western animation in 1978 were generally lazier and slap-dash, and there is a dated charm to this. But this is the opening of your movie, guys. The song is fire. But look at this stupid shit:

[saintobio]

wastelands. (2)

↳ suna rintarou x f!reader

summary: after a viral pandemic wiped out half of the world’s population, a group of abandoned young adults embark on a life-threatening journey in hopes of finding a safe permanent home. unfortunately, for you and Rin, love is only a temporary option.

genre: heavy angst, unrequited, post apocalypse au, 18+

cw: profanity, zombies, killings, gore, guns, smoking, explicit sexual content

notes: suna fuckers simps here’s a spicy chapter (kinda) also thanks so much for the asks abt wastelands they were all very fun to read :’D i’m sorry i didn’t get to answer all <//3

series masterlist -> part three

"There he is!”

Following the direction of Akari’s finger, your head quickly turned to spot Rintarou Suna from Class 2-1 who was walking on the hallway with his friends. He was unaware to the flock of girls that were peeking at him to vie for the attention that he never intended to return. Yes, you were one of them. Just like them, you were dying to get Suna’s attention, too. The worst part was, he was your neighbor and the most you could get from him was a simple nod of acknowledgement every morning when you passed by his house on your way to the subway station. Other than that, it wasn't a surprising slap of reality that you were just a nobody to him at school. 

“Talk to him,” Akari encouraged as the guy was nearing, laughing along to whatever Atsumu had just told him while you remained static from your spot. You pretended to reach for something in your locker before your eyes fleetingly met Rintarou’s foxy ones. You shied away when he sent you a small smile until his attention was immediately stolen by the girl of his interest. His new girlfriend. 

Needless to say, your heart fell heavily. Akari shot you a look that basically screamed ‘she’s here’ because the beautiful Sophia had just enthusiastically wrapped her slender arms around Suna. 

“Rin!” she squealed with delight, pecking him on the lips as soon as they crossed paths. He even displayed a grin and embraced her while you were left wishing that you were in her position. 

It hurt like hell, but you decided to just face reality because there was no other option except to let things be. “Let’s go.” You returned your gaze back to Akari and walked further down the halls as if your feelings were totally not crushed by the sight of how the person you liked was kissing and hugging someone else. “I’m never gonna have the courage to talk to him.”

Akari easily saw through your insecurities. “Well, no one thought he’d end up dating Sophia, anyway. That was so random how they got together.”

Regardless, Sophia was the popular girl in school and she was the perfect match for the unattainable Rintarou. You? A nobody. Just another girl from his class that had no remarkable features to make you stand out. You wished you were as gorgeous as Sophia, you wished you were as rich, you wished you were as popular, but you were just you. 

Unfortunately, you were nothing more than a neighbor to Suna. 

Back in the day, Osaka was one of the two most popular tourist destinations in all of Japan. People of all age coming from different countries littered the streets, keeping the city lively and active at all times. Shops and businesses were open, cars and other vehicles filled the roads in heavy traffic, and hundreds of people rushed out of their hiding like bees swarming out of their nest. The whole district used to be alive 24/7—always bustling and vibrant, ceaseless of activities. It was full of everyday noise. 

Today, however, who would have thought that Osaka would be diminished into ruins? 

What was once a beautiful city and now had an air of putrescence surrounding it. Remnants of the chaos from when the zombie outbreak first hit the city were present in the sinister, noiseless streets. Abandoned cars in collision, debris of shattered glass, splatters of decayed blood and human meat tainting the cemented ground. The city had turned into a complete rubble. You believed that if the window was open, the acrid smell would have made you pass out.

“Damn, Osaka’s dead.” Atsumu’s eyes wandered through the street as he glued his face on the car’s window. Your own trail of sight roamed around the area to where Osamu was driving to. It’s 7am, you mentally noted. Kita insisted to park the car last night at an area he deemed safe enough so the rest of you could sleep inside the truck until sunrise. You were still embarrassed with the fact that he was aware of how you were sucking Suna off at the backseat, but it seemed that the man paid no malice to it. And at least, Kita had now fallen asleep and Osamu had to take over the driver duty.

“Used to come here when I was little,” Suna shared in a low voice, his irises momentarily following the tumbleweed blown by the cold wind, signaling the lack of human existence in the depopulated city. He rested an arm behind you as he leaned back with little care for his surroundings again. “I bet my fuckin’ ass tons of Zs are in USJ.”

Oh, definitely. Universal Studios was a place where it gets really crowded with tourists. You wouldn’t even dare step into that place now. “Where are we headed?” you asked, glancing at Osamu who looked at you through the rear view mirror. Suna’s thumb brushed on your arm as you relaxed next to him.

“I don’t know, to be fucking honest. I’m just driving through the city,” Osamu answered, steering the car to the left to avoid the huge truck that had tumbled over across the street. “This place looks uninhabited.”

Suna released a silent snort, “Doesn’t it feel weird? A busy city without Zs munching on something? They could be hiding ‘cause it’s daylight.”

“I’m gonna kill every single one of those uglies.” Atsumu’s haughty demeanor earned a moue out of you. He couldn’t even shoot the zombie that latched onto his twin yesterday. “No, wait I have a theory. What if we’re all just living in a simulation?”

Here we go again. “And what?” you asked, disinterested.

“We’re living in a goddamn Resident Evil simulation. We’re in the Outbreak version right now.” He smiled broadly as if he was the smartest person in the car. “Dude, I played that game too many times. Shooting Zs in real life feels like I’m just in a video game.” His hands moved to create finger guns. “Pow, pow!”

“No wonder you suck at that game,” Osamu commented, causing you and Suna to chuckle shortly.

“Shut up—”

The better twin chose to change the topic and ignored the blond’s counter arguments. “You guys think we should just find a place to stay at while we figure where to go next?”

You tilted your head over to Suna who looked at you similarly before you gave an answer, “That might be the best option. Plus we need to stay away from the city. Fuck knows what’s in here.”

Rin simply nodded in a stoic manner. “Fine with me. I gotta study the map too to figure out where our trail should be.” The military troops announced before that the nearest refugee camp was in Osaka, however no further details regarding the exact location were provided.

Because total zombie pandemonium arose long before they got to rescue all remaining humans in your district, the five of you were left to survive on your own and learn how to find your way to the camp by yourselves. No one else from the military had returned to Hyogo to come and save whoever else were alive because they didn’t want to take the risks of going back to a prefecture that was heavily infected.

Still, you had to find your brother. You were the only family he had left and you were praying so hard that he was being taken care of in the camp.

“Alright,” Osamu later responded to Suna. “I know a motel we stayed at away from the city before. Let’s hope it’s not pestered with Zs.”

As the car passed through the highway, you realized that there was nothing else to do but to bore yourself for another agonizing hour inside the car while your butt was already sore for the long hours you’ve been sitting. These were moments that suddenly make you miss the comfort that the bed from the RV gave you.

“Hold on, ‘Samu,” Atsumu ordered, his whole body pressed against the window. “Stop the car!”

His twin replied with a groan. “What, now?”

“Just stop the car!”

The car took a halt in the middle of the street between rows of tall buildings and you realized that you were in the central business district. Atsumu pointed his finger towards the window and you checked to see what he was fussing about. “A Lambo!” he geeked out, “Holy shit. I can drive in that car and follow ‘ya guys.”

What the... “Are you crazy?” it was more of a statement than a question from you. He was in the middle of a damn apocalypse and he still wanted to steal the yellow Lamborghini he found across the street. Unpractical bastard.

“I’m fuckin’ serious!” he hissed, “I’ll get out—”

“Stay,” Osamu commanded, touching the gearshift before his brother complained.

“I said I’ll get out!”

“I said stay!”

Kita was awakened from the twins’ loud argument while Suna put on an amused smirk. He should not be sneering at them right now. However, he seemed to have had a plan. “Let him, Osamu.”

You all turned to him in confusion except for Atsumu who grinned in clear gratitude for his support. “See, this is why Sunarin’s my favorite!”

“Are you kidding me right now?” the grey-haired twin questioned in utter disbelief, but Suna was giving him a reassuring nod telling him to just go along. Because of his insistence, Osamu had given up on his brother. “Fine. Go to the fucking Lambo, you dumb fuck.”

The rancid odor that greeted your nose as soon as Atsumu eagerly ran out of the truck made you pinch your nostrils in disgust. Unbelievable. Atsumu really crossed the street and made a beeline towards the luxury sports car while Suna was reaching behind the seat for his shotgun. You could hear Atsumu excitedly yelling about the Lamborghini just as Suna was loading his gun, later placing the weapon at face level as he rolled his windows down.

Oh, you knew where this was heading to.

“Just wait for it...” Osamu sighed in exasperation, watching his brother walking towards the vibrant yellow car. “Three... Two...”

Kita yawned. “One...”

“Guys!” Atsumu broadly waved his hands to get your group’s attention. “It has a key in it, I’ll race you to the—MOTHERF...! AAAH!”

A rabid creature, who had been hiding behind another car, lunged onto a screaming Atsumu before Suna sent a gunshot to the Z’s head. You watched how the zombie fell to the floor only to attract three more Zs who came tottering out of their hideout, you figured they were just Z1s, who all surrounded a helpless Atsumu. He fucking had it coming.

“He’s so stupid.” You huffed, shaking your head.

Suna smirked, reloading the gun and clearly entertained. “Come to daddy.”

And with that, he skillfully sniped the three Zs on the head with two shots each to ensure that they were dead dead. You exhaled for your sanity as Atsumu came sprinting back to the Hummer and almost threw himself in the backseat, his head hitting your jaw along the way before he shut the door, panting out of breath.

“Ow! Watch it!” you pushed him off, “so much for your stupid Lambo!”

RULE 4: Beware of cars

“I’d appreciate a thank you,” Suna told Atsumu, wiping the gun’s muzzle. “Learned your lesson?”

Osamu sneered, “Oh yeah, he did.”

Before the blond could even respond, a spitty hiss earned your attention to see a hideous zombie vaulting onto Suna’s open window. Bits of bloody flesh gushed between its decayed teeth, making you release a high-pitched scream out of surprise. “SUNA!”

Rintarou, without a trace of panic, busted the Z’s face with a short range gunshot before Osamu finally drove off away from the damn place. Slime of infected blood stained Suna’s side of the window, much to your sickened reaction.

You’ve been in zombie-infested situations before but this took the cake of being the stupidest of them all. Just for a Lamborghini.

After a long day of traveling around, the five of you ended up stopping by at a motel in Taishi which was the least populated town in the Osaka prefecture. The establishment was situated in the middle of the highway making it a great place for travelers who wished to stay for the night. Unlike in Osaka city, electricity here was still running and the lights were on when you arrived the seemingly abandoned place. Whether or not there were traces of living humans in there, that was for Suna and Osamu to find out. 

“Stay behind me,” Rin instructed to you, taking calculated strides inside the motel to match his vigilance. He acted as the front man next to Osamu while three of you were behind them. The lobby was empty and Suna used the tip of his shotgun to ring the bell displayed on the counter. “Show up now.” 

In an instant, the vile creature crawled out of the counter with drools of rotten blood foaming its mouth. Half of the skin on its face was peeled as maggots clung to the decayed sinew. Ew. “Grgh!” the zombie gnarred before Suna swung the gun on the undead’s face. Now dead. Its head had detached from its body with a cracking noise and you forced yourself to look away.

“Fuck, that’s ugly,” Suna cussed, holding you closer. “Nice way to welcome a guest.”

“No shit.” Another one emerged from the hallway and it looked like it was sprinting. A Z3? The zombie’s intestines were falling out of its open stomach slowly. Osamu then sent bullets to its head and chest, barely any blood spewed out of its lifeless body. No, it was a Z2. Dead in an instant.

“Attaboy!” Atsumu hooted, patting both Suna and Osamu’s backs. “I think we got all of ‘em.”

Kita carried his bag, “Let’s go, kids.”

There really were just two zombies all over the motel as the location itself was far from the city where most of the living dead resided. You considered yourself lucky that you could sleep at a comfortable bed tonight without having to worry about any zombie attacks. However, you still need to be vigilant at all times because you never knew when the Zs could show up out of nowhere. 

RULE 6: Stay alert — even in your sleep

At least, finally you got to take a nice warm shower to wash down any disgusting droplets of zombie discharge that had ever stuck to your skin. You made sure that you were 100% clean as you soaped every corner of your body and used almost half of the shampoo bottle for your hair because you were obsessed with the vanilla and jasmine scent. 

Thank the heavens because there was even a hair-blower inside the bathroom that you used to dry your hair before you came back inside the bedroom with only a towel wrapped around your body. 

Suna was casually resting his back on the bed’s headrest as soon as you returned. The guy only had his pants on while his eyes followed your trail, a smirk later forming his lips. “Took you long enough.” You had no idea where he had his own shower session but his slightly damp hair gave you the idea that he was also fresh from bath. He smelled so attractively good.

“Can’t help it. The water’s so warm,” you said, climbing in bed just as he got up to stand on the side. “Are we gonna...?”

With a mere nod, he fished out a condom packet from his pants while you slowly unwrapped yourself completely bare in bed. Only for Rin. Always for Rin. He had seen you naked quite a couple of times already that it no longer surprised him. Instead, he rid himself of his pants to be in his naked glory just like you. 

Jesus, you’ve seen him naked before too but his length never failed to restrain your breath. 

His member was fully erected, throbbing pink head meeting his fist with careful strokes. You wondered if he had been thinking of your naked body while you were in the shower because he was already extremely hard. Suna’s fox eyes were almost deriding as he gazed down at you while ripping the condom wrapper with his teeth. “What position?” he asked, deadpanned.

“A-Anything you want,” you answered, nearly crouching in your nakedness. Suna exhaled a hum as he rolled the rubber on his shaft, soon urging you to move a little so he could lay on his back. You realized that he wanted to do cowgirl. “I get to be on top?”

“Yeah, c’mere,” he lazily mumbled, pulling you closer until you’ve positioned yourself above his crotch. You bit your lips when you felt his tip poking your core. “Sit.”

A melodic moan left your lips when Suna’s cock stretched your walls from the initial penetration. Your palms were pressed on his lean chest as your buttocks finally landed on his groin, allowing for him to sink deeper. “Mhm...”

His hands held your hips to guide your pace when you began to grind on his shaft. Your pleasuring movements earned an approving vibration from his throat as he combed his fingers through his middle-parted hair, watching you satisfy your body by using his. “Shit. You look good,” he inaudibly spoke with a brief kiss on your neck, feeling your cunt tightening around his cock. He then reached for the pack of cigarettes on the bedside table, taking one stick out to later place it between his lips. 

“R-Rin.” Whimpers echoed through the four walls when you allowed his member to slide in and out of you. Symphonies of squelches and slopping noises were drowning you two inside the dimly lit room. “Aah—y-yes!”

The cigarette was long ignited while you were busy humping on his dick like you’ve done it a million times before. He dragged his lips on the filter, keeping the rod between his index and middle finger before he blew the smoke upwards. He was too lazy to even help you out from your very sexual position and simply let you do all the work. 

“S-Suna.”

“Mm? Just keep moving.”

There was no foreplay to even prepare you for this. You went straight into this penetrative action because he didn’t wish to wait around. At that moment, while your half-lidded eyes were staring at his beautiful greyish-yellow ones, you wanted to envelope your lips on his. You wanted to feel his kisses, the warmth of his mouth, the amazing taste of having his tongue rolling against yours. The problem was, Suna didn’t like kisses. 

He never truly kissed you, except for the occasional pecks that bore no meaning to him. You reckoned that the reason why he didn’t want to kiss you was because he was saving them for Sophia. Only Sophia could receive something as intimate as kissing. 

“How does it feel to fuck your crush?” He playfully chuckled in between thrusts. Your breasts felt sore at every bounce as he started slamming his hips upwards. 

“You t-tell me,” you breathed, eyes rolling at the back of your head when his tip hit your most sensitive spot. How did it feel to fuck Rintarou Suna? Ecstasy. Since you now lived in dystopia, fucking him was utopia. “Mhm... A-Aah... Just like that.”

7 years since you’ve first caught feelings for him. 3 months since you’ve been on this journey with him. 8 weeks since you’ve first slept with him. You didn’t know how long you were going to be a prisoner to his spell especially now that you were advancing into a physical relationship. If the situation was any different, would you have found yourself in this arrangement with him at all?

If life was still in its normalcy, if the zombie apocalypse was still a myth, if Sophia was right here in front of you—what would you be to him?

Suna’s slender arm stretched over to the ashtray where he discarded his cigarette stick before he flipped you over, spreading your legs apart before he rammed his cock inside your hole with a low grunt. “You like having my dick inside you, don’t you?”

You suppressed your moans when he towered over you. Your hands were gripping the sheets while he was holding onto your breasts with a wanton squeeze. He sucked one of them with enough vigor, your nipple caught between his lips, before he resumed in thrusting heavily. God, it felt good to have sex with someone you loved. Despite the lack of genuine intimacy from his part, you found it good enough that he satiated himself with your body. You loved how your whole torso was gliding against the mattress with his fast pace that was meeting your high. “R-Rin, I’m g-gonna...!”

“Me, too,” he groans breathlessly. Every pound on your tight walls made you cry for his name. “Shit...Y/N.”

Although your name escaped his lips, his eyes told you that he was seeing someone else. In his head, he was fucking the girl he loved. Sophia. 

“Aaah—S-Suna!”

“Fuck!”

At the height of your climax, he pulled out while you were disintegrating beneath him with so much breath lost and so much of his own cum filling the rubber. He even laughed, rolling the condom out of his dick and later tossing it to the bin with a satisfied grin. You remained like a rag doll in bed as you took heavy breaths to watch how Suna pulled his pants back on. For a minute, you closed your eyes and tilted your head to the right as you lay in a crucifix while catching your breath. When you opened them, you noticed a shiny silver necklace on the bedside table. “Oh,” you reached for the jewelry to see diamonds adorning the moon pendant, “wow, this looks pretty.”

You were surprised when Suna snatched it from your grasp in a haste manner. “Yeah—that’s Sophia’s,” he muttered, securing the necklace back to his pockets while slipping a shirt on. “You should get some rest.”

Rest. The sting in your heart would surely prevent you from having your well-needed ‘rest’. You didn’t even know that Sophia owned the necklace and more importantly, was he about to leave? “Are you not... Won’t you stay here with me?”

You asked that because he was preparing to leave after tucking you under the duvet, then he pointed towards the room across, “I’m sharing a room with Atsumu.” He pinched your nose playfully. “Night. Scream if anything happens.”

He really was going to leave you by yourself along with the condom he discarded. His scent was still on the sheets, his cigarette smoke was still caged in the room, yet his presence could not stay for the night. “Okay,” you simply told him, swallowing the pain in your voice as you sunk under the duvet. “Night, Rin.”

He already shut the door before you got to say those last two words.

When morning came, you were back on the road. 

Suna was the driver on-duty and you were seated on the passenger seat with his request. The other three on the back were busy eating from the packets of beef jerky that you hoarded from the last convenience store you went to and Kita was kind enough to open a packet for you. 

“Go eat something,” the eldest of the group insisted, handing the packet with a gentle smile. Out of everyone, Kita acted as the paternal figure to the four of you and he was always quick to come to any of your needs in times of crisis. You appreciated the guy a lot even if you weren’t particularly close to him prior to the outbreak. 

“Thank you,” you mumbled in gratitude before looking back at the road. You pulled a jerky from the pack and chewed on the dried meat as you heard Atsumu loudly munching on a bag of chips from behind you. 

“Why the fuck are you eating Doritos in the morning?” Osamu groaned just before the blond rolled the window down and tossed the empty wrapper to the wind. 

Atsumu later sucked on his thumb to clean the cheese remains. “Why the fuck do ‘ya care? It’s not like ‘yer gonna cook me some eggs.”

With the lack of response from the grey-haired twin, Suna placed a hand on your thigh as he drove through a narrow street. You were still a bit hurt from last night, but that was just the typical situation between you and him after he received his fill for the night. One minute, he was distant. The next, he was clingy. You didn’t mind the latter even if he could get exceptionally platonic at times. Any attention you received from Rin, you were happy. It was just how things were when you were in love with someone. 

“Wanna eat?” you offered a jerky to his mouth before he bit on it, masticating the dried meat between his teeth with a grimace that made you giggle. “You don’t like it, Rinrin?”

When he opened his window to spit the food out, you got your answer. “What the fuck’s that?” His nose scrunch was adorable. “I’d rather eat you than that.”

Atsumu’s violent coughs, albeit fake, erupted inside the car. “You fucker. I refuse to hear obscenities in broad daylight.”

“Me eating her out is obscene?” Suna reiterated in good humor while redness saturated your cheeks out of embarrassment. “How about me fucking her—”

“Don’t you,” you placed a finger on his smiling lips, “dare.”

In return, he grinned and pecked your finger affectionately instead. Gosh. How could you hate him, really? You could write a whole book just to describe how much you liked Sunarin since you were 14. The amount of times you wished you could have cute moments like these with him when you were younger was unimaginable. It was a shame that you two never dated in high school because he never really paid attention to you. 

And it kind of sucked, actually, how the only time he ever looked at you was because he had no one else to look at. 

Suddenly, the small smile on your face faded into a sigh. He didn’t notice the change in your expression because Osamu leaned between you two so he could ask, “Do you even have an idea where you’re driving to?”

Suna nodded once, “Camp Shinodayama. I’m sure they’re in there. It’s the closest military base in the area.” 

Kita chimed in, “The one in Izumi? That’s only two hours away.”

“Yeah, that.” He manned the steering wheel with his left hand while pulling yours on his right. You were forced to hold on to the gearshift so his hand could stay atop yours. “We need gas, though.” 

You peeked through the fuel gauge to see that the Hummer was indeed low in gas. Going to gas stations were already anxiety-inducing enough and with someone like Atsumu along, you knew shit would go down again. “I’m staying in the car while you guys get gas and other stuff, I swear to God.”

“Me, too,” Suna quickly announced before any of the three could take his spot. “I’ll cover you guys from the car.”

Osamu added a casual comment, “As long as we don’t come back to see your fingers deep inside Y/N.”

That sentence alone had Atsumu exploding into a throaty guffaw as he patted his brother’s back in clear joy, “You finally said something funny, ‘Samu.”

The grey-haired twin barely reacted. “You’re such an ass.”

“Rule Seven... What’s Rule Seven?”

Suna leaned forward on the steering wheel, arms folded above it as his eyes were stuck on you. You tried to think deep while the two of you were alone at the car after he was able to pull over to a gas station. “Rule seven is... be quiet?”

RULE 7: Stay hushed in unsafe areas

Knowing that the Zs were sensitive to sound, the last thing you wanted was to attract a horde of them just because you were careless enough in producing unnecessary noise. Unless the area was clear of any Zs, survivors must always maintain silence.

“I said let’s swap guns, ‘Samu! Don’t piss me off!”

Atsumu’s roaring voice from outside of the car made you and Suna snort. Of course, the attention-seeker was also the rule-breaker.

“You know who’s the first one to die.” His fox eyes glinted in amusement before he faced you again. “Not us.”

You laughed along. “Definitely not us. Maybe a certain blond will.”

You could see, even from a distance, that Osamu was trying his hardest to zip his brother’s mouth as they continued to argue about who was going to carry the AR-10 rifle. Kita was shaking his head at them as he stood on the side of the truck, filling up the tank while you and Suna waited inside.

Just then, Rin suddenly brought up a topic, “We’ll find your brother soon,” he promised. “He’s still in the camp. You’ll see him there.”

Your heart melted from his comfort because he lost his own little sister after he couldn’t save her from the Zs that mobbed their home. Tragically, his own parents were the ones that feasted on his sister’s flesh just like how your parents almost ravaged your younger brother. Suna may not show it, but you were aware of how lonely he had become when he lost all of his family.

The only possible, or at least a little bit, of consolation to that was the fact that the rest of you had become orphans, too. The Miya twins, Kita, you. You all lost your families in this cruel zombie upsurge. Many lives were lost, many hearts were broken, many tears were released. You ought to live your best life while you still could. Frankly, that was the reason why you were even in this physical relationship with Suna even if you knew that his heart was never with you.

“I really hope I see Asher soon.” Because God knew how much you longed to see your little brother. There was a 50/50 chance that he was still alive but, with the Lord’s mercy, you hoped that you would get to see him again. He was the only family you had left.

Rintarou’s sudden somberness worried you, but he quickly shifted into his usual languid stance. He, too, was searching for the last important person he had left. “I have to find Sophia. No matter what happens.”

The dedication in his tone sent bullets straight to your soul.

“I-I’m sure you will,” you responded positively, not knowing what else was appropriate to say until you spewed out, “but are you prepared to know if she’s—?”

With a stern shake of the head, his grip on the steering wheel became tighter. You didn’t mean to place the image of Sophia’s demise in his head but realistically, there was a high possibility of it turning out true. No one was safe in this world. “I made so many promises with her and I already broke one of them, so I’ll find her,” he strictly said, “If I’m gonna die, I have to be next to her.”

Air refused to enter your lungs. His words killed you. “H-How about—”

“Holy shit, no fucking way!”

As Atsumu’s voice interrupted you, you turned around to see what he was making a fuss about only to see him, Osamu, and Kita standing behind the gas pumps but not quite showing what they were looking at.

A Z1? Z2? Suna grabbed his shotgun and got out of the car in an instant. You followed him like a tail with a tight grasp on your handgun to prepare yourself from imminent danger in this afternoon heat.

The sudden halt in Suna’s footsteps made you look up just before he spoke, “Aran?”

Oh my, God... Out of all the places.

Aran Ojiro with tattered clothing and a very distressed expression on his face greeted all five you in complete, total, utter disbelief. “You guys,” he exhaled, looking like he had just gone to war as he put down his baseball bat. The current physical state he was in pretty much spoke for itself. “Y’all are still alive, huh?”

“Are ‘ya fuckin’ kidding me?!” Atsumu cried, tackling the man into a hug with the happiness of reuniting with an old friend brought. When people were dying left and right, it was always great to see familiar faces that reminded you of home.

“I’m so glad you made it this far.” Kita’s eyes were wide, still in shock.

The same went for Osamu and Suna as the grey-haired guy also enveloped Aran into a hug. “Nice to fucking see you.”

“Shit, you’re really you,” Suna added, lowering his shotgun to catch Aran’s arm in greeting. “Weren’t you in the Camp? Why are you... Where’s Sophia? Did you see her there?”

A mixture of agitation, urgency, and desperation filled Rintarou’s voice to indicate just how much he was dying to hear some news about her. It had been three months and you thought he had long accepted Sophia’s possible unfortunate fate.

“Answer me, tell me.” He was now holding Aran’s arm tight, juicing him for details.

“The Camp’s gone,” Aran later revealed, causing your gasp. No. Your brother. “Whole place got infested with zombies. The military managed to rescue some of the others to a new site, but the rest of us were left fighting for our lives.” He looked at a dejected Suna. “I-I don’t know where Sophia is, Rin. She was with a group last time I saw her but I have no idea if they even made it.”

Suna stumbled back, hands on his nape. “Did she say anything to you while she was at the camp?”

The other four of you simply faded in the background as you listened to their conversation because Rin had made it crystal clear how much he loved Sophia and would do anything to have her in his arms again.

“She was waiting for you,” Aran spilled, gauging Suna’s outburst of emotions. “Last thing she said was she’ll never forgive you for staying behind.”

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[nysus-temple]

BEHOLD ! My bullshit... Again.

i probably shouldn't be showing this and keep it a part of my private life, but have ya'll heard of Miitopia? No? Great. Then this will be worse, have fun listening to my... thingies !

If you own a Switch i REALLY recommend getting the game, you could literally make your cousin fight your cat if you wanted to, you create the characters of the entire game and the gameplay style is REALLY fun.

In my case, well, i have two teams: the main gang of this blog and a Greek heroes gang. i apologize for the randomness. Also money doesn't grow on trees and therefore i don't have a way to post the direct screenshots from the game, so i apologize for the bad quality since you can't see very well the details and the effort i put onto them. Cries.

THE GANG !

Apollo is a mage! ( come on, it fits him ) He has a little drawing of the Sun around his left eye and loves shiny things !

Artemis is an archer ! ( well, an elf, actually, since only that class allows said unit to use a bow ) You know all the times she's represented with a moon around her head? Well, she has one on her forehead and the bow she's actually using is called a Moon Bow.

Hermes is a warrior ! ( i WAS gonna make him a thief, but it was a weaker class and for me Hermes is strong as hell, but with a good heart ) He has freckles messy hair and i love his armor. Can't say the same about the sword, but out of all of them, it's the one that fits him the most, so here we are.

Dionysus is a chef ! ( because him slapping enemies with a frying pan is pretty neat, it's something he would do ) i wanted his hair to be longer, but it was very similar to Apollo's, so he ended up like this. His frying pan is purple because who doesn't associate Dionysus with purple. ( no it's not because of the grapes )

Now, the second team, THE HEROES !

i don't think i ever got to say who were my favourites... so here they are xD

Odysseus is a scientist ! ( he WOULD be one if he could ) He throws a literal black whole onto enemies and the jar he uses is the closest thing i could find to a vase, or an amphora- yeh.

Medea is a mage ! ( like Apollo, but what else was she gonna be? A cat? ) For some reason i made her blonde, she's... NEVER depicted as such, if i'm aware. i apologize for that.

Atalanta is a warrior ! ( LIKE HERMES I KNOW but what else could she be? A tank? ) Again she's never depicted as blonde, as long as i know. And even worse, who wore twintails back in those times? No one. But here she is. Being something. i was trying really bad to be creative.

Perseus is a thief ! ( THANKS i'm aware this should have been Hermes' class, it's just very weak and not that useful, as i said ) He has freckles just like Hermes, because i thought that was nice. i also love his clothes.

Some shenanigans that happened in the game:

The main bosses were Cronous and Chaos using Rhea's face. And believe me, that was pretty funny to watch.

Apollo cooked something for Hermes, but apparently he got the sugar and salt wrong and it didn't end well.

Odysseus and Medea were on that boat, but Odysseus started doing acrobatics for some reason and fell. Medea didn't feel like rescuing him, apparently.

Dionysus and his mom, Persephone ! Her hair strands aren't white, they're a more light purple, it's the camera dskdjkdf

Also, yeh, they have a horse. i named him Pegasus like the one we know, his bestie is Perseus and he only shows his wings with Apollo because no one else can imitate Zeus' fury and start throwing lighting towards the enemies except him. No, that's- for real. He does that. Also he has horns because... Horns !

Persephone's eyes are really pretty and i wanted to show them too

The story of this picture is Dionysus holding a very, VERY big gurdge towards Apollo, to the point were he didn't want to attack the enemies ( Achilles moment? Kind off ) and Hermes had to, literally, slap him in order for him to stop behaving like that.

He still didn't forgive Apollo until THREE days had passed. Holy.

BONUS ! My hermenysus scrumbs:

Imagine lurking through the "greek mythology" tag and you find... This.

[tyneonotes]

In another life I'd make you stay

Yuta x reader

Genre: angst

your hand involuntarily went up to your forehead as a response to the tiny pain that was felt in your head. massaging the ached area, you inhaled a big amount of air inside you. you were sat at the corner of a majestic couch while the others indulged more into the party. if not for your best friend, you would have ditched this party perhaps binge watching your favorite kdrama right now. but where is she? squinting your eyes you scanned the hall. but no sign of Hyo. 

"probably banging some random ass stranger" you regretted agreeing to come to this party. a sigh left your lips as you shrunk deep into the warm cushions. you didn't notice someone pass your figure and seated himself on a spot near you.

"heyyy! didn't know you'd be here!" you know this voice. very well. your eyes shot open and head bent to face him. the owner of the voice was named Nakamoto Yuta. to you, all boys meant nothing except this one boy. you were a baddie until he crossed your way. if given a chance you'd send all your love letters to his address. why? because he was that gorgeous. not the regular kind of 'gorgeous' but a special one. it seemed like all the light in the room radiated out from him, he shined the brightest. the japanese was your sole center of attraction.

"are you drunk?" the confused boy snapped you out of the dwam. yes, on him. 

"no. what? I'm just distracted" it was quite a struggle to sit up straight keeping your previous condition in mind but you were definitely not drunk.  not yet. "the loud music is killing me" you grinned to which he nodded in agreement.

"I agree, even though I just came. this is boring" he casually crossed his legs

"yeah.." the headache and surrounding music, directly proportional to each other. both increased. 

"are you okay? wanna go home? I can drop you off" one more good quality, he was always kind to you.

head now hurting terribly you tried to speak "no I can't leave. I still have to find Hyo" to which he mumbled a small "oh.." 

you scratched your head a little then proceeded "but I think I need some fresh air, it's really stuffy here" before you could look up he was already on his feet, ready to leave. "let's get outta here" you smiled at his remark instantly.

Johnny's house was a maze. you already knew it but you couldn't realize it until now. it's been ten minutes and you were nowhere close to the exit door. yuta has been taking lead all along and it felt safe in his presence.

you were out. the backyard was calmer than the inside. as you walked around you could see some people -mainly couples.

"ugh couples" he clicked his tongue. "at least we're out of that chaos, it's much more pleasant here. we can ignore 'couples' " you touched his shoulder softly. slightly taken aback he gazed at your hands as it touched the fabric of his shirt. there was a sudden tenderness on his expressions

"d did you mock me just now?" you felt a friendly slap on your shoulder

"You don't like couples, so I just emphasized. don't think so much" you made a hand gesture which made the boy burst into laughter. oh lord that was the purest shit you ever knew, him laughing with heart's content never failed to give you the most cherished euphoria. your eyes told everything. you loved him.

"what are you staring at?" his exotic eyes were observing your eyes observing his beautiful profile. you see everything on my outside, when will you see whats inside?

"nothing." you shrugged and looked away "it's getting late I should probably go home, tomorrow there's early class. I'll have to drop Hyo too" you insisted and he hummed. you even denied his request to drive you home. "I'll call you when I reach" reassuring him was necessary as he wasn't letting you go alone

the clock ticked exactly midnight when you reached home. thanks to the spare keys, you could get in. you tiptoed to your bedroom because you didn't want to wake anyone up. throwing away your purse to the end of the room, you jumped onto bed and in no time you were sleeping like dead.

2:17 am

Hyo:

WHERE ARE YOU???

I CANT FIND YOUUUU

oh. OH

ARE YOU WITH YUTA?

OH MY GOD JUST CONFESS TO HIM ALREADY WTFF

I can teach you how to say the three words but PLEASE DO IT SOON I CANT SEE YOU LIKE THIS. JUST TELL HIM THAT YOU LOVE HIM. YOU'VE LOVED HIM 3 FUCKING YEARS.

DUDE WHERE ARE YOU

😭😭😭

11:27pm

the phone screen lightened up when he picked it up to keep it inside his bag. and a message from Hyo was the first thing that his eyes caught.

"MOM I CANT FIND MY PHONE DID YOU SEE IT ANYWHERE?"

"I HAVE CHECKED EVERYWHERE BUT NO SIGN OF IT"

"then you have lost it. clear." and here it was.

it was still unbelievable that you, YOU lost your phone. you were near university gate and you were still thinking about the lost belonging. where could it have dropped? lost in your own world you bumped into students left and right. but you didn't mind anything. busy blaming yourself for being so damn careless, you showered yourself with slaps.

"sorr-" and it was yuta again, his hand held something

IT'S MY PHONE

"you dropped it at party yesterday" he informed and you hummed "I couldn't return you there cuz you are probably speed personified" Both of you chuckled

"Thank you so much! I really shitted my pants when I couldn't find it" you took the phone to your chest and sighed in relief. he smiled warmly and made way for you.

you had a really hectic day. you couldn’t even check your phone after finding it. taking a sip of your favorite iced americano, you took your phone out. just at that moment a text popped up on the screen. the content of the message were a few  sentences but it was enough to make you readjust your glasses as you couldn’t believe what lay in front of you. the text was from Yuta 

Yuta:

I know you like me. I saw Hyo’s message on your phone yesterday, I didn’t mean to but I did. Sorry for that. I was as surprised as you are getting my text like this now. regarding you liking me, if you can please stop liking me. please try to move on from me. don’t waste your time behind me, it isn’t worth it. forget me. please.

2:34pm

But why? he never gave a reason. you got up from your seat and hurried out of the canteen. you searched the whole campus. everyone was there, except him. the one who you wanted to see madly was out of your sight. you felt restless and your feet felt weak from all the running, soon making you collapse on the ground. finally tears took place of the worried thoughts and you found yourself surrounded by people, all alone. 

you were not the only one who felt this way. there was another person who was experiencing the same pain. Yuta did not want to push you away from him like this. but situations compelled him. he had the same feelings for you. he wanted to be with you, more than you wanted. if not forever, he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you, the last one month of his lifespan he wanted to dedicate to you. his eyes defined pain. a cough aroused and he saw blood on his inner palm. he smiled.  please don’t misunderstand me. my days in this world are coming to an end. even though I stop breathing but my love for you will never die. I’ll always love you and only you

one thing was there that he was relieved about. that is spending his desired time with you last night and seeing your precious smile. it was all that he ever wanted in life, the night of the party which was the only proof of your love story, a story of love that ended even before blooming. 

[noritoshiikamo]

Headcanons for the cursed womb siblings when they ship you and choso please 🌝 but choso is like a “job first, love later” kind of guy. He is responsible👏 He wants to support his siblings first👏 But they want nothing more than for their brother to have a lover.

modern au! office worker choso x reader no warning, just fluff. death painting brothers are normal humans, choso is just oblivious, reader is in love anywaysssss okay, i know it said headcanon but i went overboard and i cant help it anymore, choso brainrot tagging: @booksweet , @fushigurocockslut, @lazy10ieiri, @sassyeahhhh, @cotton-curse, @thevoidwriting, @dukinaxael

- job first, love later

you were the first girl choso ever brought home.

except it was by accident. your car had broken down in front of the office and you being typically you, had no idea what had happened to your shit car. “stupid, stupid!” you cursed, opening the front of your car, watching as puff of smoke escaped. you panicked, you never had anyone told you what to do with your car and such.

you were the only child in your family, your mother passed away when you were just a child and your father disappeared. you were sent away to a distance relative, the gojo where you grew up with satoru and his adoptive brother, megumi. but they are useless as a lump of coal. “y/n, are you okay?” you whipped up your head, wiping the dripping sweat off your worried head as you were greeting by a familiar face.

“oh, choso, thank god, do you know anything about car? i cant figure out why wont it start,” you cried clutching on his white sleeve before shrieking. you watched at your fingers left black smudges on his shirt, panicked overwhelmed you as you realised you just ruined the chance for help by ruining your savior’s shirt. but choso only laughed, brushing your panicked look aside and handed you his briefcase. “how long has it been like this?” he asked as he rolled his sleeves, you shrugged. “10 minutes? i think.”

“do you have any cloth i can use to check the coolant?” he asked. you nodded and headed to back, throwing the briefcase in the backseat. coming back with an old rag, you were surprise when choso grabbed your wrists. your face warmed up as he twisted and turned your hand, “did the steam hit your hand?” he asked, glancing up to your face. you shook your head and handed him the cloth. you watched as he did his thing, in 5 minutes he had the engine running and the temperature meter down.

“please, cho, let me sent you home. as a thank you!”

he smiled, “you don’t have too, i can take the subway.”

“i insisted!” you exclaimed, “plus i have your briefcase! aha, you need it so if you want it you have to let me drive you home. please?” you insisted, throwing a puppy face as you clutched both hands to your chest. he exhale heavily, before holding out his hand. your brow shot up in confusion, you placed your hand on his larger palm. you looked up to the older man, a small smile on his face. he was holding his laugh. “your car keys, y/n. lemme me drive you home at least,” he clarified, causing you to mentally slap yourself. the keys exchanged hands and you get in the passenger’s seat. he's a careful driver, he used the blinker and didn’t speed, you felt instantly safe under his care.

“do you live alone, choso?” you asked your coworker. he shook his head, “i live with my younger brothers, eso and chizu. our parents died a long time ago.”

“oh, same. my parents died a long time ago. i’m their only child. my uncle took me in, he’s like a brother to me,” you explained, reminded of your childhood growing up with satoru. he might not be an ideal father figure but he loves you like his own sister. the car slowed down in front of block A of some apartment. “you live here?” you asked glancing around. his apartment is definitely on the lower class scale, the building looks like it could be hundred years old with the chipped paint.

“yeah, i’ve been raising my brothers alone. money’s a bit tight, they are still studying,” he explained grabbing his case from the back. “thank you for helping me with my car,” you stopped him, placing your hand on his, “please let me replace your shirt. just tell me the brand and i’ll buy a new one, i’m so sorry.”

choso offered her a smile, waving his hand dismissively. “it’s okay, i can get the grease off easily. i should thank you for the ride instead. i owe you for that.”

“in that case, can i see your home?”

choso looked at you in amusement, his hand reached forward to ruffled your head, “you’re weird, y/n. but okay. a cup of tea won’t hurt.” he was sure that none of his siblings are home, parked the car and let you trailed him as you both entered the lift up to the 5th floor. you didn’t seemed to be bothered by the surrounding, the stray cats and the random pile of garbage, eyes only trained on his back as you trailed him. his house were around the corner of the stairs, further from the elevator with number 532 on the blue door. he pulled out his keys but the door was already opened.

“chizu won’t throw out the trash,” a shirtless guy with a mohawk greeted them, he was instead more surprised to see you hiding behind the man, “oh, who is this?”

“my coworker. she drove me home, i offered her some tea. i thought you two aren't home, clearly i was mistaken,” he mumbled, annoyed that his brothers were actually home. he turned to you who was looking away, he could see speckle of warmth on your face. "y/n, this is eso. eso, go be a decent human being and put on some shirt," choso ushered the man away before calling you in. you could see panic in his face when eso instead announced that choso was bring his girlfriend home to the other brother.

you couldn't help but to laugh.

-

you stood in front of door 532 ringing the door bell.

you could hear some yelling. someone was telling to get the door, someone yelled that they were busy in the bathroom and someone was angry in the kitchen. you felt conscious, maybe this was a bad time. you placed the paper bag on the floor and prayed you can make it to the stair but door opened. a voice greeted you.

"y/n?"

your steps halted. you turned around, flustered that you got caught. choso stood by the door, apron covering half of his bare body with a spatula in the other. "uh hi, i was just here to drop you something," you pointed to the bag on the floor, absolutely refusing to look up, why is he being so attractive in that stupid apron for, you cussed, "i'm sorry for disturbing your sunday, i'll go."

"is that y/n?" a voice in the background called.

choso looked back and nodding, "yup, it is her." you could see the desperate look on his face before another head popped out from the door. it was his younger brother chizu. he took a bite of the pancake, a wide smile on his face, "what's up, big sis?" the boy with the blue hair greeted her. you shrugged, pointing to the bag that's now in choso's hand. "i was just dropping something, i don't want to disturb your sunday," you shook your head but chizu insisted that you stay for breakfast.

"come on big sis, choso rarely bring any girl over, it actually is exciting to finally talk to someone who isn't as annoying as eso," chizu laced his arm around yours and dragged you through the door. you look at choso for help, the man could only shoot you a sympathetic smile before shutting the door. he followed you, leaning against the door frame of the kitchen as he watched you sat by the table. eso started filling your plate with fresh batch of pancakes while chizu started talking about this band he started to listen. you listened to it attentively, thanking eso for the syrup before he took a seat beside you.

choso took a peak of the paper bag, a small smile on his face when he realised there's a brand-new shirt in it with a sticky note on top of it. i'm sorry, hope this one fits you- the note said. he looked up to back to the table, you started to look like you belong there. the house has always been empty, it was just him and his brothers. you're just like a bouquet of fresh flowers sitting in a vase in the middle of the table; breath of fresh air to the kusozu family.

"pancakes, choso?"

your voice disturbed his thoughts. "tchh, choso, why you're looking at y/n-chan like that?" eso threw a spoon playfully at the older sibling as he walked to the table, "say, y/n, choso didn't do anything sexual to you or anything right? as your brother i'm worried," your eyes widened as you choked on your drink. chaos ensued in the house as choso threatened to murder the middle child, chizu could only sit back and enjoyed as you tried to calm him down while eso's obnoxious laugh echoed the small apartment.

"you better apologize, you broomhead or i'll murder you!"

eso stuck out his tongue, dodging the flying cup, "never!"

-

"i got something for chizu. would you mind giving it to him?"

you peaked your head in his office, waving another paperbag in hand. choso took his glasses off and pinched the bridge of his nose, "you don't have to spoil my brothers, y/n. they are already a brat without you." you rolled your eyes and placed the bag on his pile of paperworks. "my younger brother, gumi- he knew the band's drummer, y'know the band he's been talking about and got a signed album for me. i'm not a fan so i figured chizu would've enjoyed it better than me." he peaked through the paper bag, a small smile on his face as he thanked you. you both sat in silence, you felt like you were disturbing the man so you excused yourself.

"y/n," your hand froze on the handle, "how can i pay up for everything nice you've done to us? i feel like it's unfair that you're doing all this nice things and i don't want to owe you anything." your turn and watched as the man walked close to you. choso looks handsome as usual, the blue tie matched his eyes while his slightly longer hair is slicked back. you recognized the shirt he's wearing, you bought it for him and it was nice of him to wear it to work.

"would like to go for a coffee with me?" you asked boldly.

"it's a date."

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"it's not a date," choso sighed, combing his hair back.

"it is," eso crossed his arms on his chest, "she asked for a coffee and you said it's a date. bro, it is a date." the younger brother shook his head, motioned for him to part his hair. "slicked back make you look like you're going to office, yuck. if we wanna impressed big sis, you gotta look better than this."

"it's still not a date," choso protested, "it's just a coffee meet up."

the doorbell rang.

"yeah, it's not a date when you spend an hour worrying over your hair, cho," chizu ran to the front door, waiting at the door was you. you didn't have to go up and fetch him at the door, but you actually enjoyed meeting his brothers you didn't mind the hassle anymore. "damn, y/n, you dress better when you're not going to office," chizu complemented you. you could only shake your head, pocketing your hands in the plaid skirt that fell just at your knees, "i only dress up to important stuff, job sucks ass, i ain't spending my good outfits going to work," you kicked off your boots and walked in.

"you listen to that cho, at least she knew that this that is important!"

your eyes widened at his word and the younger brother dodged your fist easily. choso peaked through the door, a smile grew on his face when his eyes caught yours, "huh, i didn't realise we are going to colour coordinate," he said, stepping out. you realised that you both had accidentally matched each other's outfit, speckles of warmth spread all over your face when you noticed how it looks like. chizu, being the loose lip took the words right out of your head, "you both look like you're dating."

"we are not dating!" both of you exclaimed immediately only for eso and chizu to share a look.

"stop that," choso warned, disappearing into the kitchen, "tea, y/n?" you yelled a yes before following him. "don't mind them, they are being an idiot." you watched as he poured sugar in a cup with teabag, before putting the kettle on. "i don't mind," you shrugged it off, fidgeting nervously with the corner of your blouse. the comforting silence that engulfed both of you were short lived.

"oh, choso, i actually want to tell you that i like you!"

chizu's soft voice easily imitated your voice, something you took offended off. you turned around to see the two brothers perched on the kitchen hatch. "i do not sound like that!" you gasped. it was eso's turn, coming through with his rendition of choso.

"oh, y/n! i like you too, but i'm just dumbass and refuse to admit my feeling!"

"i will not hesitate to sent you back to mom and dad," choso warned.

"i also think that eso is way good looking that i am, but i'm scared that he will swoop you away from me," eso continued, at this point even you couldn't hold your laughter as you pressed your palm over your mouth. "what you laughing for, y/n?" choso's eyes narrowed as he glanced at you, huffing in annoyance. "hey! don't be mad at me for laughing, he did it well." you could see his own cheeks growing redder and redder with every mocking.

"go away, boys," you shushed them, walking to choso's side as he poured the hot water in the cup. resting against the counter, you thanked him when the cup exchanged hands, looking down on the swirling liquid that you didn't realise choso's fingers hooking under your chin, tilting your face up. all you realised was his soft lips against yours.

you are kissing your coworker in his kitchen.

"cho-" you whispered between the kiss but he hushed you, his hand now resting against your waist pulling your closer, deepening his kiss, "don't mind them." you tasted like your chapstick, his kiss was soft but it was enough to leave you breathless in his arms. you look in each other's eyes, a new realization to what had just happened had you both flustered.

"god, if our shit imitation would've finally made you both realise that you two dumbass like each other, we would've done this months ago," eso snickered. the two brothers had moved from the hatch to the table, heads resting on hands watching the new lovebird. "would you mind waiting for 5 minutes while i murder my brother? i promise it won't take long, then we'll continue with our date," choso asked quietly, brushing a stray hair off your cheek as you brought the mug to your lips, hiding the small smile behind the cup as you nodded. you watched amusingly, sipping on your tea as the two brothers ran around the small apartment, yelling profanities while chizu hugged you.

"welcome to the family, big sis."

you ruffled his blue hair, your cheeks hurt but you just couldn't stop smiling, "if it wasn't to you, i don't think i wouldn't even dare to speak my feelings. so, thank you. the voice acting was shit tho."

"you thank us, you hate us, geez, big sis, make up your mind," chizu teased you, winking as he brushed it off as a joke, "you help us a lot, i never seen choso so happy before. he worries a lot. about us, money. it was good sometimes to see him put himself first," chizu shrugged, cheek resting on your shoulder, "we survived before, we'll survive now. choso has nothing to worry about. you too, we are alright, okay?"

you nodded, resting your cheek on his head, heart overwhelmed with love for you newly found family, you felt belonged here.

[migilini]

Not So Secret Anymore - Charlie Gillespie

summary: It’s hard to hide a relationship from the public, particually when both work on the same show.

words: 2.5k

warnings: fluff

a/n: not my fave but i still somehow like it.

Requests are open :)

MASTERLIST

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September

"When do we have our first interview?" you asked the boy whose head was in your lap. He looked up from his phone and your eyes locked with his green ones "Hmm, my calendar says in about 30 minutes."

You groaned at that and stopped playing with Charlie's hair which earned you a grunt and whine from him. "Sorry babe but I think I have to go, so I still have time to get ready and set up." You muttered and gave him a small kiss on his brown hair.

"Uhh fine." The weight lifted from your legs, you stood up and before you knew it you were thrown over his shoulder. Laughing, you slapped his butt and back repeatedly. "Babe! I mean it" you tried to press out between giggles, "we both decided to keep us a secret." He sat you down on the kitchen isle and cornered your body in between his arms, standing right in front of you, you're back hitting the kitchen cabinet.

"I know... come back later?" he asked and tilted his head, looking at you with big puppy eyes. "You know it." After a swift kiss, or rather a little make out session, you were on your way back to your own appartement. Just in time to change your top and put on a lip-gloss before opening your laptop and joining the interview.

"Hello everybody! I'm here with the cast of Netflix' Julie and the Phantoms that came out on Thursday. How are you guys?" the interviewer asked and smiled into the camera of his laptop. The whole cast chirped in with a good, great, or amazing.

"That's fantastic!" he clapped his hands "Now, Jeremy, how would you describe your Character and the show in general?"

"It's a show about ghosts from 1995 who come back 25 years later and join a band with Julie who didn't sing a note after her mother died. Reggie, the character that I play, is one of those ghosts and he is a loveable himbo. Did I use that word correctly Maddie?"

Maddie smiled and the interviewer changed the topic "Madison and y/n, birds have told me that this was your first ever acting job is that right?"

You nodded and signaled Maddie to speak first "Yes, and it was both amazing and traumatizing! I was so nervous, but the crew really helped to calm me down, especially y/n who just was in the same position as me, so we freaked out together most of the time." She smiled and the interviewer waited for you to answer. "Except, Maddie had a least some acting training at school, that's why she is the best. I more or less walked into the whole situation." You said laughing.

"I love this story." Jeremy exclaimed, making you slightly blush at his words.

"Would you be so kind and tell us?" the interviewer questioned and smiled at your little nod.

"Yes, yes of course. Well, I was on vacation with one of my good friends from back home..."

"She means Germany." Owen interrupted with a smile on his lips. "Yes, Owen. Thank you for adding important details. Anyways, we saw that there was an Open Audition nearby and though why not? We don't have anything to lose or to do on that particular day. And here I am, my friend sadly didn't get in."

"That really is an amazing story, I can see why Jeremy likes it so much. So, Charlie how would you describe y/n's and Luke's characters, she wasn't supposed to be in the script and was later added in right?" Charlie quirked up at the mention of your name and stated proudly. "Indeed, she impressed Kenny so much that he wrote a character just for her. He thought that Sunset Curve, the band name before we died, needed a female to handle their chaos or well... at least tries to. Y/N plays Allie, who against common speculation isn't any of the boys' love interest which is a very nice turn of events. She and Luke bud head a lot because Luke only thinks about music and the band and she tries hard to make him take breaks every now and then." 

A lovesick smile sat on your face while you listened to your boyfriend of nearly a year, once you realized your expression you quickly shook it off. Hiding this relationship was definitely going to be harder than expected.

The Interviewer asked some more questions before the last and dreaded question was thrown your way. "So, most of your fans are wondering if any of you guys are in a relationship." You and Charlie had discussed a million times before what you guys would say in such a moment, the two of you shared a look.

Jeremy's eyes switched from Charlie's box on his screen to y/n's before answering "I have a lovely wife! The rest of us are happily single, right guys?"

"100%" Maddie added, while Owen only shrugged, his dog conveniently jumping into his lap.

"How about the other two?" he eyed up the last remaining.

"Very single" Charlie laughed, and you agreed "Totally."

As time went on it was harder and harder for the two of you to hide the relationship, as you two spent nearly every day together and therefore did the same activities. Particularly after your social media accounts have gained over a million followers and people started to ship actors and tv show characters. But you two loved the little secret bubble you've created, there was no pressure to take good pictures together, or to post stories, to be asked a thousand questions about your relationship and no hate towards any of you.

December

It has been 4 months since the show released and the hype it got definitely was way more than you ever expected. It blew your mind. Currently, you are on Charlie and yours one-year anniversary / Christmas / good deeds vacation. Charlie and you found a good mix, that made you both happy, between chilling and doing adventurous things.

It was Christmas eve and Maddie wanted to do a 'guess the song Christmas Edition' with the main cast. Eagerly you agreed and hurried from the beach, where Charlie currently took the quiz at the bar you both sat on just minutes before, to your shared bedroom. You shot Maddie a quick text that you were 'out of the relationship zone' and ready when she was ready.

"Helloooo. How did the others do?"

"Not the worst but I still have faith in you to win this. ARE YOU READY?" she screamed the last part.

“I’m going to read you the lyrics of a christmas song and you have to guess the next line. There are certain cards that give one point and others give two. Whoever has the most points at the end…”

“Hopefully get your earrings” you asked with a sly smile and your shoulders raised.

Maddie laughed but shook her head “Sadly, no. I haven't figured out the price yet, but I for sure will! I like your backdrop by the way.” she added and you quickly looked behind you. You sat crisscrossed on the hotel room floor, you used the coffee table and a water bottle as a phonestand and used a white checkered wall as a background to try and hide the fact that you didn't sit in your living room.

January

“This should be the last box.” you cheered into the empty hall and shut the front door with a light push from your hip. Charlie popped his head out of the bedroom and walked over to, dropping his head on your shoulder in exhaustion. Nothing was set up, boxes stood randomly all over the apartment, the fridge stood there still empty and a lonely mattress covered the bedroom floor.

“The walls look a bit bare don't you think?” you said about a week later, standing in the middle of the now a bit furnished living room. Strong arms sneaked their way around your waist and a head dropped on your shoulder.

“Hmm… you're right. What do you have in mind?” Charlie said and turned you around so you were facing him. He smiled at the spark in your eyes “I was thinking, a yellow akzent wall with random secondhand pictures and some pictures of us, all in frames of course. So it's gonna have this homey and creative atmosphere.” You rambled on for a while longer, telling him where you think his instruments could go, the pillows you saw online and thought they worked perfect with the colour of the couch. Charlie just stared at you, a dumb smile on his lips with his arms around you.

“Do you not like it?” you noticed that he hasn't talked for a while and got worried. “I love it. We could live in a dumpster for all I care, as long as I have you by my side.” You fake gaged at his romantic words and gave him a kiss.

The first time people got really suspicious was the time you accidentally walked in on a live he had on Instagram. He sat in front of his instruments, phone propped up before him. You thought that he was already finished but you were wrong.

“Do you think this…” you walked into the room, a shirt in your hand that you just took out of the dryer and lost your words the moment you saw him sitting in front of his phone. He looked at you with wide eyes, his brain clearly searching for a good excuse. 

“Is that y/n?” he read outloud from the chat, gesturing you do sit next to him. “Yes it's her! We’re hanging out and she helped me with my washing because I somehow still don't know how to do it.” he laughed nervously, his hand grabbing yours out of the frame.

“He promised me food and I live really close by, so I thought I'll help this poor man out.”

May

Looking back at this moment now, you and Charlie weren't sure why you just didn't come clean. You didn't mean to hide the relationship this long, it just kinda happened and at one point it just got too awkward to tell. It was fairly easy to hide most of the time, you didn't most that much on instagram and Charlie only showed parts of his daily life.

The easiest was the time you filmed JATP Season 2. You were expected to hang out and live together. Back in 2019 you already lived with Owen and Charlie. This time poor Owen had to live with a couple instead of just two friends. (You were already dating for a while back then but didn't tell the cast, to not make a fuss.)

It wasn't like the fans didn't suspect a thing, especially after Owen posted a video of you two fooling around. 

Everybody sat outside, enjoying the everwarming sun on their skin. Half of the cast was already in costume just waiting for the break to end. In typical Allie (your character) fashion you wore an overall with a tight tank top underneath, your makeup stood out from the others with the heavy blush, freckles and black eyeliner. 

Charlie, in his Luke wardrobe, thought that it was funny to stand in front of you to shield you from the sun.

"Stop that" you whined and tried to shove him away, which was harder than you thought considering he stood before you and you sat on a bench.

"Make me." He flirted and stood even wider before you, puffing out his chest. Raising an unimpressed eyebrow, you stole his beany with a swift motion. His expresion quickly changed from cocky to shocked, snickering was heard from Maddie who was used to this type of behaviour.

"Ups… heavy wind blows in the shadows." You explained nonchalantly and pulled the beany on your head, sticking your tongue out at your boyfriend.

"Oh it's on my lady" he growled "I'm giving you a three second advantage. One…" your eyes widened and your heart rate picked up. "Two…" you got up and scanned the place internally making a good running line. "Th-.." you began sprinting across the lot. You heard the laughing from your castmates behind you as you and Charlie ran in circles. 

Unfortunately, he was still fitter and faster than you and about a minute into the running he had you thrown over his shoulder.

"Surrender!" he screamed as you tried to wiggle out of his grip.

"Never!" You screamed back and wiggled even harder.

"Surrender or i'll have to tickle you" he warned and those were the last words Owen was able to film before a producer yelled that the break was finished.

February

“Baby, if I would believe this News Article, you have a secret girlfriend, but it's not me.” you showed him your phone screen.

“I’m not cheating on you. I would never, i'd die rather than…” his frantic expression made you snort. “I know. Oh my god! People saw you with Lia.” you held his hands comfortably.

“Lia as in your best friend Lia?”

“The one and only. People noticed the hickeys... At least they’re getting closer now. So are we still on for the masterplan? You by instruments and I'm gonna sit in the bedroom?" He nodded and smiled at the sight of your equally plastered neck. 

Eventually, before you even were able to execute the as you'd like to say 'masterplan' your relationship got outed. I mean it was time, the two of you getting lazier with the hiding as time went by. 

Fans noticed that you wore a lot of Charlie's things and that you and him always seemed to be at the same place at the same time. It was actually one of your lives that spilled the secret. 

"That's a really nice akzent wall" you read outloud from the chat "oh thank you! It was a long process to get all the pictures but it was actually Charlie's idea to not only have pictures but also plane tickets, date memories and so on hung up on that wall. It really makes it homey. I think to get that wall this crowded it took us...what? About well since we moved in…" you didn't even realise what you said you just babbled and then it was out.

"Charlie actually is home! I could call him. Babe! Come here for a sec- oh my god!" Your hands flew up to your mouth in realizion. 

From that moment on you were public and your social media exploded once again. However the two of you were happy to finally show each other off.

[stormblessed95]

My Thoughts While Watching Memories 2020 Disc 4

Continuing my thoughts as I watch memories 2020 as requested. Again, most of these are just random thoughts, 70% of them started out as texts to @1imstillme3 that I'm copy/pasting over. I'm loving getting to watch all the behind content so far! This again, isn't even close to everything that happened in each of these videos, just some parts that stood out to me and made me smile. If you don't want any memories spoilers or to see what happens in the clips, stop reading now! Lol Disc 4 was long, so it's just the one Disc this time!

Dynamite MV Making Film:

NamGi dancing for their scene together was the cutest thing, their giggles. Yoongi and the basketball. I love him. And then Jungkook just telling us "no matter what you do, you need to have the spirit to challenge yourself" protect him forever please.

Jimin summoning Jungkook for demerits and punishment at the deans office for breaking a light during the Dynamite MV shoot 🤣 the light that only got broken because JinKook were fighting over who gets to sit where apparently 😂 I don't know if I should giggle at Jinkook or side eye Jimins choice of role-play here.

Tae slapping JKs chest multiple times to get JK to focus and pay attention for them all to end day 2 with a fighting to the camera. But it takes multiple hits because JK was watching Jimin laughing and smiling 🥺🥺 None of the members except Tae were really giving the camera any attention here. Lol he just wanted everyone to focus please and thank you 😂

Namjoon saying that you could be reported for acting like he did in the record store in a real store in Korea so don't do it. Lmao no loitering please 😂 He is so precious.

Tae having a crisis over picking sunglasses and JinKook just fighting each other the entire time in the background. And another case of the Tannies giving Tae everything he wants. "If Tae says we go again, we all go again, no worries TaeTae baby" They love him 🥺

They didn't show us any behind clips of jikook after Jimin jumped on his back for the piggy back ride and I'm so sad because I'm sure that was a giggly cute mess of a reaction!

Dynamite Dance Practice Making Film:

Jimin starting off practice by singing Dynamite to Hobi, flirting with JK, vmin hugging as their Dynamite entrance. Hobi helping Yoongi correct a dance move, RM helping Jimin with flowing smoothly over the English lyrics. Jimin rapping Yoongis part. Just so much fun for Day 1.

Day 2 started with chaos. NamKook crawling all over the floor and running into Jimin. Jimin copying JK as he practices his opening dance. Jimin having too much energy and Goofing off. JK just watching him fondly before joining in and doing their weird lift move that even left the editors confused and had Hobi giggling. Ending with Jin hanging off JKs back, with his arm shaking from the effort of keeping himself up there as JK laughs. Lol Vmin warming up by Tae beat boxing and Jimin dancing to it. JK singing while laying face first on the group. Namjoon yelling. Why are they like this??

Final day ends with Anpanman practice too. Tae is wearing his shirt all tucked in so JK can't wave it around like he normally does. So he instead all cutesy plops his head down onto Taes shoulder to get into the selca (video?) that Tae was taking at the start. They were so busy. Doing Dynamite, boy with luv, anpanman, black swan and idol practices! Idol was full of so many giggles and smiles as they practiced. I loved it

Grammy Press Play & 2020 MTV Awards Making Films:

I've yet to see a video from memories so far that hasn't had some type of JinKook sparring moment. Lol JK tapped his butt, Jin responded with a punch, and then off they went as Jimin stood in the middle of them just trying to do some vocal warm ups. Lmao Everyone else: getting ready for the performance. Jungkook: pretending to swim underneath the stage.... whatever makes you happy

Tae, Jungkook and Hobi giggling over Tae's over the top moves in the performance and taekook watching the playback to giggle over it more

Yoongi playing the guitar, JK saying he always hears the guitar at sets now. He says that he will start painting as his new hobby and sell his paintings and donate 50% of the profits. Lmao imagine the killing he would make if he ever decided to do that for real

TaeTae struggling with the spice in their food and the way he side eyes Namjoon for having no problems with it. Lmao we know they normally have similar tastes in food with spice levels. The way Tae doubled down to eat it anyway though. And Joonie playing right along with the CEOs at a bar skit Tae started 🥺

They kill every performance they do. Honest to goodness. Hobi had all of one line in Dynamite and yet Dynamite Hobi was a whole cultural reset. He owned this era and shined!

Today Citi Music Series Making Film:

Namjoon calling Yoongi his Uparupa. STOP 😭 he proceeded to introduce the members by animal (?) Jin as an alpaca, then Jungkook was introduced as our Muscle Man. Hobi as their baby horse dancer, Tae was introduced as "our unscientific, we call him V" I don't know what that means. Lol and then he called Jimin his puppy. He claimed Yoongi and Jimin as his though 😭 even though his puppy was too busy to play. Man. We aren't even 2 minutes into this video and I am SOFT.

Do you remember Tae recommending ARMY jobs on Weverse? Turns out he was roping all the members into helping with that too. Jungkook twice at first, then Hobi, then RM, then Jin 🥺🥺 so funny and so cute. Technically all those ARMYs got noticed by all the members too then

"We are friends who shed hot sweat together" Well alright then. Lmfao okay Jin! Interesting way to say that

JK running around popping all the prop balloons with goofy jumps and punches and jabs with the needle in his hand is the cutest thing. He had such a good time!

2020 iHeartRadio Music Festival Making Film:

Kookie saying he wants the Dynamite lights. JHope replying that "you can hang them up in YOUR home" honestly, anyone who thinks they still live together is simply lying to themselves. Lol I truly hope this isn't something to be debated about anymore. It's increasingly obvious over and over again.

The hand holding of Jimin and Jungkook where they twirled around each other? Lmao the caption was "hand holding and swirling. Jimin and Jungkook's friendly way of warming up" 🤣🤣 Then editors judging Namjoon for doing Burpees before their performance to warm up 🤣🤣 "who does burpees as a warm up??"

V showing off new dance steps to Hobi and looking at him all proud for his reaction 🥺 why are they the cutest

Jikook talking about their old bus routes in Busan and Jin just trying to start shit about being taller than Jimin but getting ignored 😂JK forcing his way onto the hood of the car to sit with Jin and then reviewing the choreo in tiny together 🥺 Followed by 3J cracking themselves up by taking bad and silly photos of RM and Jin through the screen while they shot their extra scenes 😂🤣

Reviewing Spring Day footage, JK starts imitating Tae's singing voice sending maknae line into giggle fits together 🥺 Everyone talked about the moment where Jimin called JK pretty with the petals in his hair (yes, I agree. I melted) but why did I never notice the sweet staff member giving Hobi a shoulder massage right next to them 🥺

Tae once again asking Jiminie to help him with an acrobatic move. Lmao I love them. And in all the bts chaos, the tiny makeup Noona is absolutely in charge. Stopping Jimin from continuing just by standing in front of him with her comb for his hair. 😂

14 hours?! To shoot 4 songs!! Omfg they work so hard 😭

Grammy Museum: The Drop & NPR Tiny Desk Making Film:

Jikook staring at Tae who is singing facing the back wall for some reason during rehearsals 😂Jimin hyping us his bestie with the biggest grin as Tae nails the ending notes for Dynamite 🥺 RM kneeling and holding his hands out as Tae sings it too. They love him!!

Hobi pointing out Halseys LP record while they are getting ready for NPR "saying it's our friend, Halsey" all proud 🥺

HopeKook literally decided to harmonize that part on Save Me on NPR legit right before they recorded the songs. WHY ARE THEY SO TALENTED?!

3J being the first ones to get up and dance during Save Me rehearsals. Jungkook looking right at Jimin before doing exaggerated dance moves with the Save Me choreo and making Jimin giggle was so cute. Then Vmin scooting their chairs back and turning them around the watch the band rehearse their spring day parts too. I love how much they enjoy their band!

I love Yoongi. That's it. That's the note. That's all he needs to do is exist and I'm in total awe of him. Sigh....

AGT Making Film:

Hobi was so worried about Namjoon shooting on the roof for AGT. lol said he was worried because it was Namjoon up there. 😂 Yoongi just standing pretty patiently waiting for his lines on the hood of the car 😍😂

Jimin directing the head bopping from JK, Jin and Hobi that'll be happening behind him for his part when I never even knew they were back there at all during the performance 🙈 I was way too focused on Jiminie the whole time. Honestly though, I also had a very hard time not looking at Hobi through this whole video segment.

Taking a break for food and Jimin just taking like 10 photos of Yoongi eating dying over his cuteness the whole time. Relatable, Jimin. So Relatable. I get it. Lol also JK feeding Jiminie, so cute. JinMin continually photobombing JK is my favorite 😂🤣 They filmed AGT performance in 2.5 hours at 1 in the morning 😭 I'm glad they gave them such yummy snack breaks at least. They work soooo hard.

The Tonight Show BTS WEEK Making Film:

1 minute into the tonight show filming. Home is first. Jimin starts us off. And when it's RMs turn the captions say "RM has appeared in Jimin's dream." At the end, They asked whose home it was, JK asked if it was Hobi hyungs home? RM said no, it's Jimin's home. Jimin said "isn't it my home?" And they ended with "Jimin will clean this up since it's his home" 🤣 Still interesting that while some didn't know, and it was obviously a joke, the producers and editors, RM and Jimin too, all seemed well aware it was being portrayed as Jimins home and his dreams as we went through the house and song. And in Jimins dream and in his home, it was Jikook in bed and house parties/couch cuddles with the members. 🤐🤐

Not them all trying to sneaky stick marshmallows to each other's clothes through the set!

Yoongi saying that he was remembering their early days and now they are performing at Gyeongbokgung palace 🥺😭

Not TaeJin saying RM should change his name to Bathroom Monster or Rap Toilet because he always goes to the bathroom right when they are ready to start shooting 😭😭🤣🤣🤣 and then the way Jin tries to talk to the camera and you just hear No no no no from the back before HopeKook come running into the frame and start trying to take over the camera angle. And while they end up bickering, Tae ends up just walking off with it and talking to us instead 🤣 Why are they like this??

Jungkook playing with skates. "Ah, this should fit Jimin" please they are always on each other's mind! Tae smiling at Jimin as he cleans the floor for his Dynamite intro and Jimin looking so so fond back at him 🥺 Vmin please

The skating chaos ending with everyone is exhausted but Jimin and jungkook are still having fun with the skates. And it cuts to them skating super fast around the rink together with big smiles and giggles. It's always them staying late and continuing the fun things together and just loving life together 🥺🥰😍 Jimin ending with a cool spin. Jungkook copying him. And then Tae praising Jimin and telling him how cool his spin was and asking him to show him again. And Jimin showing him again to more praise before they start getting told that shooting with skates is over. Lol they are so sweet.

They were getting ready for black swan and it was MIDNIGHT. They work so late. Midnight though on Namjoons birthday, so all getting ready progress halted for everyone to tell him happy birthday and sing to him. Hobi gave hugs and vmin gave him kisses 🥺🥺 Jimin reaching around and over and through the 3 makeup noonas surrounding him and trying to continue to get him ready to keep a hand on Namjoon sitting next to him and tell him happy birthday again 🥺🥺🥺 which probably wasn't helpful for them, but it was cute. Lmao

Jin giggling over getting to tell Hobi he saw him make a mistake in the Black Swan choreo instead of it being the other way around. Lmao 2seok is so cute, I cannot.

The jikook black swan back hug gets me everytime 🥰 But the very end of the video is literally BTS dog piling BTS in jumping hugs shouting happy birthday 🥺🥰 I love them!

Radio.com Live Making Film:

Lmao starts right off with preparing for Dynamite and Namjoon randomly yelling at Jimin saying that the High pitch on Dynmaite is his fault and Jimin getting all confused. Yoongi practicing guitar anywhere and everywhere in the middle of Bangtan chaos makes me so soft.

Jimin checking out JK working out, literally leaning all the way around Namjoon to watch him for a second, before joining the NamKook workout regime Jimin cutely tapping JKs chest during their Dynamite part to get his attention and the editors using couple slang as a caption for them (꽁냥 꽁냥 = gong-yang ggong-nnyang) which basically just means when a couple has cute and adorable behaviors towards each other. But then off setting that with the caption at the bottom saying "best friends" lmao

Jimin warming up by doing crawling push ups across the floor as Namjoon shouted encouragements from the side with a giant proud smile on his face 🤣😂 this crawling warm up all over memories is cracking me up

Hobi getting insanely excited and happy while rolling around on a skateboard and picking up his coffee. I love him. He followed that up by going to go bug Jimin. Lol Jimin trying to play games on his phone and Hobi just wants to take a million pictures of him.

The "they look especially close today" caption when Jimin went in for a kiss still gets me 😂 and The clip of the camera going back and forth between jikook and they make silly faces? Hobi was filming that one! And it ended with a zoom in on RM joining in on the camera silliness 🥺 so cute.

Yoongi looked so fond and smiled so cute at Tae as he was talking about the Billboard Music Awards during their ending mentions.

I'm loving memories so far! I've still got discs 5 - 7 to go. This again, is obviously not everything that happens, a lot happens! These are some of my thoughts over the moments that I noticed though. I can keep going as I watch more content with these posts if yall want. Hope you all have a wonderful day/night! 💜

[whatifyoulivelikethat]

orbit, m | jjk

pairing(s): jungkook x reader

summary: Ah, university. A time to get drunk, get laid, and (maybe) get an education. And Jeon Jungkook could do all those things. It was great. Until the moment he encounters an inescapable gravity, the kind of gravity that had already trapped all six of his friends... but left him out in orbit, circling alone.

warnings: rated M (18+) for language, (too much) alcohol consumption, slow burn; smut (fem reader, dry humping, m-receiving oral, striptease, cock-warming, penetrative sex); non-idol!AU - university!AU; a LOT of buildup; longhaired!Jungkook likes getting his hair pulled a little too much; Jungkook’s POV Technically BTS x reader, but we’re focusing on JK. :)

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“Hey, you’re Jeon Jungkook, aren’t you?”

“Uh… yeah. That’s me.”

The slim, pretty hand slid into her backpack and she held out an iPhone to him.

“You’re friends with Kim Taehyung, right?” Her voice seemed a little hoarse. She was wearing a dark gray t-shirt with a leather jacket over it. “He left his cell at my place.”

Jungkook took it from her, frowning. “Ah, he’s not usually that forgetful.”

She waved a hand. “It’s fine. I wanted someone trustworthy to give it back to him.”

That was their first conversation.

-

When Jeon Jungkook entered university, he knew it was going to be different from high school. Bigger classes, more work, and completely monotone teachers as he struggled to stay awake during mandatory studies like Physics. What adult in real life uses physics anyway (besides physicists, of course)? At least he went to the same university all his friends went to, either as undergrads or as graduate students. Being with his friends was awesome.

Being smashed with his friends was even better.

The first time he saw her, she was standing in the corner of the party. It was at someone’s house with way too many people in it and everyone only vaguely knew the host. He was celebrating the first complete week of university by getting absolutely plastered (as one does). He noticed her right away because she was wearing a thick black choker with a silver ring on it and an oversized band tee. She wore a gray flannel over it like a jacket. Chunky combat boots, very different from the other girls in their high heels. The sharpest black eyeliner he had ever seen, paired with a red-stained lip.

She was also taking shots.

Surrounded by guys, in some sort of contest. She was throwing them back and two guys were beside her at a table, absolutely fucked. Heads on the table, unable to touch their shots, looking green. She clinked her glass down triumphantly and slammed her hand on the table, curling the other towards her.

Jungkook watched as money was slapped on the table.

She grinned and gathered it towards her, pocketing it in her flannel’s chest pocket.

“Nice try, boys.”

Jungkook looked away, quite impressed. Then Park Jimin fell over at something Kim Taehyung said and Jungkook had to catch the smaller man. He was laughing way too hard that something only mildly funny, but everyone was laughing because they were losing it. The night went on. Someone had retrieved a beach ball from the backyard and was throwing it around the party, making a fucking mess. The beach ball bounced off of Min Yoongi’s red face. He looked incredibly disgruntled and Jung Hoseok lost it, rubbing Yoongi’s nose soothingly even though he wasn’t hurt. Kim Seokjin threw it back into the chaos by headbutting it.

And Kim Namjoon was nowhere to be found.

Jungkook frowned. Also, he needed to pee. He yelled around for the bathroom and someone pointed in some random direction. Jungkook followed it, his bladder ready to explode. Eh, if worse came to worse he could just find a random bush in the backyard or something. He opened random doors, but they either had more people or people in various stages of fucking. Then he saw the open bathroom door down the hallway and two people two feet away from the doorframe.

The two people being Kim Namjoon and the young woman he saw earlier.

Namjoon had his fingers curled around the silver ring on the choker, pulling down as he pressed her against the wall, making out with her exposed shoulder. His beige sweatshirt already had a red kiss print on the collar, paired with a purple hickey. Her palms were pressed flat, snickering as Namjoon rolled his hips into her ass.

Jungkook turned around and decided to find a fucking bush.

-

The second time he saw her, she was wearing an oversized beige sweatshirt, no pants, scratching the back of her head. Black ankle boots with black thigh-high stockings. He was at the dining hall, waiting in line. She sat at the of the tables, across Jung Hoseok. Even though it was the middle of the day, she still wore sharp black eyeliner and a dark red lip stain. She was nodding, one of her hands playing with Hoseok’s pastel tracksuit sleeve. Hoseok was blushing, looking a little sheepish. She just shook her head and said something. Hoseok’s cheeks grew redder and she leaned over.

And kissed him.

Jungkook blinked. The cashier snapped her fingers to get his attention.

“Oh! Sorry,” he apologized quickly.

When he looked back, the table as empty.

-

The third time he saw her, he was at the club. He was knee-deep in an argument with Kim Taehyung about how building Iceborn Gauntlet was a lot more useful on Ezreal than Triforce because it allowed you to get off more autoattacks with the slows and helped you survive with the extra armor. Plus, the twenty-percent cooldown! Taehyung was rolling his eyes and telling him building damage was much better.

“Then build Infinity Edge if all you care about is damage!” Jungkook roared.

Park Jimin’s eyes were glazing over. “Guys, can we stop talking about League of Legends? I have no idea what you’re saying anymore…”

She caught his eye because she was wearing a pastel track jacket with a black t-shirt dress under it. And because she was pressed against Kim Seokjin in a booth, making his ears red as he spoke to her. The same sharp winged liner and a wine-red lipstick. She hooked a bare leg over Seokjin’s jeans. The older man jumped, but didn’t push it away. The silver tipped toe of her black boots rubbed against his other leg as she smiled. Her hand was on his navy t-shirt, tracing the embroidered white flowers. She placed her lips against Seokjin’s ear and whispered something. Seokjin’s plump lips opened into a small ‘o’. Her pink tongue slid out from between her lips and she licked his earlobe. Seokjin turned his head sharply to face her.

And she kissed him.

“Hah, here, got you a beer.”

Taehyung clinked the beer bottle down, still pouting. “I still think you’re wrong, but for Jimin’s sake I’ll shut up about it.”

Jimin whined. “Thank God, because I was starting to fucking lose it.”

When Jungkook remembered to look back at the booth, Seokjin and her were no longer there.

-

The fourth time he saw her, Jungkook was pissed.

He had gone to bathroom and came back to no friends. The fuck? Park Jimin and Kim Taehyung had just fucking disappeared. Like, yes, Jungkook had to throw up to prevent himself from getting alcohol poisoning and had taken longer than he anticipated, but still. What month of university was this? Whatever, not late enough to get fucking abandoned. He could understand if one of them was trying to get laid, but they were not drunk enough to forget he existed without so much as a text.

Earlier, Jungkook had been dared to shotgun way too many beers in a row compared to the amount of money he won. He still won though, so that was lit.

Anyway!

He had to throw up because it was disgusting. And now he felt much better, except for the fact that his friends were fucking gone. Dumbasses.

This party house was much bigger, much louder, and much rowdier. Whoever owned this house was loaded and they had tons of alcohol. Jungkook even swore he had seen drugs, but his friends told him to be careful and not fuck around. Getting expelled wasn’t on Jungkook’s list of things to do anyway, so he didn’t even bother to look.

Instead, he went on a familiar routine of opening random ass doors to random ass people, either way too drunk to notice him or way too occupied with fucking to care about his existence. Whatever. Where the fuck were those two loons?

And then he opened the door Jimin and Taehyung were behind.

They didn’t see him. Jimin’s head was tipped back against the headboard of the king-sized bed, hands clasping the hair of a woman Jungkook was beginning to see way too often. She was wearing a navy t-shirt, and her head was between Jimin’s legs, her hands clutching his pink dress shirt and Taehyung railed her from behind, eyes closed, white t-shirt drenched with sweat. The rough movements made her shirt flutter. Jungkook spied the white, embroidered flowers amongst the navy folds.

Jungkook closed the door and decided it was time to go home. Fuck those guys.

Not literally.

Well, it was happening right now. Technically.

Jungkook sighed and marched back downstairs, trying to figure out how he was going to scrub his eyeballs to erase the image from his mind forever.

-

Jungkook liked to hang out at Min Yoongi’s apartment. Yoongi didn’t live in the dorms because he was older and a grad student. Jungkook often went there to study because Yoongi practiced piano and guitar all the time. It was nice to study to some background music. Yoongi usually didn’t care if he was there or not. He had opened the door in a dark gray t-shirt with a skull graphic, yawning. The shorter man looked even shorter in his baggy black sweatpants.

“Oh, it’s you,” Yoongi mumbled. “Come in.”

Jungkook made himself at home, taking out his papers and textbooks on Yoongi’s coffee table. Yoongi busied himself around the apartment, making himself a coffee before going back to his bedroom which was also a makeshift studio. Soon, Jungkook began to hear synth beats, samples, and Yoongi’s pensive noises he made when he was thinking. This was fine too. Yoongi also often mixed music or was in the middle of making his own. Jungkook missed the piano, but rapper Yoongi was just as cool as piano Yoongi.

Jungkook stayed there for a while. Yoongi bought him lamb skewers for dinner. Sweet.

Maybe he shouldn’t party so much. This was nice too.

-

And now, a week later, Jungkook was staring at the same dark grey t-shirt he had seen that night at Yoongi’s. He was sure it was the same one, because he could see the skull graphic on the center of the shirt underneath her leather jacket. He tilted his head and frowned. She nodded and turned around, walking away from him. She didn’t say anything more.

Jungkook stared at Taehyung’s iPhone and then at her retreating back.

The fuck?

-

So, he waited.

Clearly, she knew who he was, because she had said his full name when they talked. Jungkook was going to ask Taehyung when he returned the phone, but Taehyung had just shrugged.

“Just hanging out. Don’t worry about it.”

Yet it was the end of the semester and…

Nothing.

The next semester started and still.

Nothing.

Jungkook saw her all right, wearing a pink dress shirt over a white t-shirt as she walked to the library, black backpack slung over her shoulder. Not just there, but fucking everywhere, at all the parties, all the clubs, in the hallways, and on his way to class. Wearing the clothes of his friends like they were badges of her conquests. They had to be, otherwise why the fuck would she have them? And none of his friends said anything. Nothing! Obviously, every single one of them had hooked up with this woman and every single one of them acted like they hadn’t. Even Min Yoongi, who was too lazy to even go to most of the parties or outings. How she had managed to bang him was beyond Jungkook.

And the fact that she didn’t even try to hook up with him was beginning to infuriate him.

He knew he wasn’t ugly. Jungkook received enough compliments to assure himself of that (plus his mom always reminded him, thanks Mom). He had drunken sex just like everyone else. It wasn’t like he didn’t make himself available. He was in her vicinity. In her orbit. Always on the periphery.

And she did nothing to acknowledge his existence.

Why?

Jungkook didn’t get it. And he didn’t like it either.

-

“Newton’s law of orbital motion.”

Jungkook’s eyes were glazing over. His professor’s voice was the equivalence of white noise. Why was Physics split over two semesters? Ugh. Whatever. That wasn’t the problem right now.

The problem was, he was going to get laid by this mysterious woman and he was going to do it at this weekend’s party.

Yeah, well, that was as far as Jungkook got with that. How was he supposed to start the conversation? Yo, you fucked all my friends, what gives? What about me? He could try to pick her up normally, but his ability of picking up women was talking to the ones he knew were interested in him first. And she was evidently not that, because he was just a damn asteroid floating mindlessly in her space. Probably not even an asteroid. Just a fleck of space dust.

He groaned and slumped down on his notebook, copying the stupid equation with a grumble.

-

Yoongi had a hickey and Jungkook knew who it came from because she was wearing the same black-and-white long-sleeved shirt Yoongi was wearing yesterday. Yoongi yawned and shrugged his jacket over it, but Jungkook saw it immediately.

What the fuck?

Jungkook fumed into his beer, the plastic cup shaking. How? Why?

And Yoongi again?

She was in the kitchen, chatting with a guy, stretching her arms he placed a mojito in front of her. The action made her shirt ride up and the short, short black shorts became visible. The hem sunk into her soft thighs, just a tad too small. It made Jungkook’s mouth water.

She thanked him before wandering back into the crowd, holding her cup. Ponytail bouncing, high-fiving some guys. Yoongi was on his phone, texting. Hoseok and Jimin couldn’t make it because of dance practice and Namjoon was working on some sort of seminar paper. Taehyung and Seokjin had dragged Yoongi out – “Eh, I have to watch out for you idiots anyway,” was Yoongi’s grumble as he picked up his car keys – and Jungkook tagged along because he was bored. Taehyung and Seokjin were playing was very drunk Twister for some reason and Yoongi had declined – “You’re all idiots” – leaving him with Jungkook. Which was fine, because Yoongi had a comfortable energy about him. Jungkook liked being in silence with him. Yoongi wasn’t drinking because he was driving.

So Jungkook was spacing out, watching her move amongst the crowd. Her free hand absentmindedly flicked up the back of her long shirt – well, Yoongi’s shirt technically – and pulled out her phone. The curve of her ass was clearly visible against the white parts of the shirt. She looked at it and typed something, hands tucked into the sleeves.

Yoongi’s phone buzzed next to him.

Jungkook’s mouth thinned into a line. He snuck a glance at Yoongi who, completely expressionless, responded. She was peering at her cell again and smirking.

Was it possible to pop a vein just by standing there?

Jungkook finished his beer.

“I’ll be right back.”

Jungkook didn’t see Yoongi raising as eyebrow as he stalked off.

Was he overthinking this? Was it a conspiracy? His brow furrowed as he moved closer to her. She turned her head in his direction and her eyes widened.

And she bolted.

WHAT THE FUCK?

Jungkook ran after her, pushing through the crowd, but she was much faster and knew where she was going. Twenty seconds in and he had lost sight of her. He stood in the center of the packed patio, confused as shit. When he got back to Yoongi, Yoongi was listening to something with his headphones.

“Something happen?” Yoongi asked absentmindedly.

“Who’s the girl you fucked last night?”

Yoongi paused. He removed a headphone from his ear. He tucked his tongue in his cheek and looked up at Jungkook, who was putting on his best annoyed face. Yoongi’s eyes shifted from the crowd and then back to Jungkook. He shrugged.

“Does it matter?”

“Why is there a woman wearing your shirt?”

Yoongi frowned. “A shirt’s a shirt. Is it that weird for a girl to own a shirt I also bought from a store?”

Jungkook made a face. He narrowed his eyes as Yoongi gave him a confused look.

“She just ran from me…”

Yoongi shrugged again. “I mean, you look really angry. I’d run from you too if I was a stranger.” He went back to his phone, scratching his cheek with his free hand. “Maybe she thought you were someone else.”

Was he going crazy?

-

The, uh, fifty-seventh? Who cared, Jungkook had lost count now. Once again, he spied her from across the sidewalk, in the crowd of students, holding three folders stuffed full with papers and balancing a coffee and her black backpack. Red crop top with a leather jacket and tight black jeans. At least it didn’t look like she had stolen anyone’s clothes this time… unless that jacket was from someone… Or even the crop top, because it wasn’t like Jungkook knew what her sexuality was to be honest.

Anyway!

Jungkook stopped walking. Their paths were going to cross if she continued walking. She took a sip from her coffee, leaving a red lipstick mark. She scowled at something on her folders. A piece of paper. She clicked her tongue, lashes looking downward, the same winged liner as usual. The paper flapped in the wind and she pushed it against her chest, looking perturbed.

Jungkook cleared his throat. “Er, hello.”

She didn’t even look at him. She was chewing her lip, thinking. Jungkook had to stand in front of her for her to realize he was speaking to her.

“Oh.” She snapped out of her thoughts and stopped walking, tilting her head at him. “Um… Jeon Jungkook, right?”

He rubbed the back of his head. “Er, yes. That’s me.”

She nodded. “Kim Taehyung’s friend, right?”

And Park Jimin, Jung Hoseok, Kim Namjoon, Min Yoongi, and Kim Seokjin’s friend, he thought with annoyance.

She blinked at him.

“What do you want?”

To FUCK because obviously you fucked everyone else!

Jungkook didn’t say that. His id definitely wanted to say that, but his superego told him to shut the fuck up. So that left Jungkook scrambling to think of an answer.

“Ah… I just so happened to see you last weekend. At that big party in the white house.”

She blinked and nodded. “Uh… huh.”

She did not seem to remember that she ran from him. Okay, fine. Take two.

“The shirt you were wearing… it’s Yoongi-hyung’s, isn’t it? He asked if I could get it back,” Jungkook lied.

She frowned. “Min Yoongi? You know him too?”

“Yeah. He’s my close friend.”

Her eyebrows raised. “Huh. Alright, I’ll talk to him about it the next time I see him.”

Or fuck him, he thought bitterly. “You could just give it to me.”

She chuckled. “For one, I don’t have it with me. And, for two,” she continued, small smirk on her lips. “I’m not giving it back. Thus, Yoongi and I need to have a little discussion about that.” There was a dangerous glint in her eye. “But it’s sweet of you to try anyway. Gotta get to class now, so see you, Jeon Jungkook.”

She brushed past him.

Is it that weird for a girl to own a shirt I also bought from a store?

Jungkook narrowed his eyes. He spun around. She was already ten feet away. Students milled about, hurrying, hurrying. He didn’t have any classes after this.

He followed her.

-

He sat outside the lecture hall. It was an upper-level psychology class. He could see her from the small window in the door and fiddled with his phone. There were less than thirty students and everyone was listening intently to the animated professor. She was focused, writing notes and answering questions when asked. She looked… normal. Just a normal student with normal priorities. She didn’t look like someone who could take shots like a champ and fuck literally every single one of his friends.

Maybe Jungkook was the crazy one.

He frowned, staring at his phone. Why would Yoongi lie to him? Well, it wasn’t like he was obligated to tell Jungkook anything about his sex life. In fact, he was probably thrown off by Jungkook asking him straight out, because who the fuck does that? To top it all off, she didn’t actually have to fuck him if she didn’t want to. If for some reason she wasn’t attracted to him (possible, Jungkook thought), then why was he trying? That was just rude.

Jungkook spun his phone around in his hands. Then he got up and grabbed his bag. His eyes flickered to the door.

She was staring straight at him, one hand under her chin, smirk on her plump lips.

And she winked.

Jungkook froze. What? That was literally the only attention she had initiated with him during all his time at university. The class seemed to be on break, with students talking amongst themselves and the teacher sipping his coffee at his desk. She cocked her chin at him and then raised her phone, tapping the screen. He looked down at his, not even realizing he had a new message.

From Min Yoongi-hyung.

Why are you lying and involving me?

Jungkook jerked his head up, but she was facing the other way now.

He ran.

-

“Kind of weird that you don’t want to come to the party, but, okay, man,” Taehyung was saying. “You gotta do what you gotta do.”

Yeah, because if she was there, Jungkook could not look her in the face. He also couldn’t look Yoongi in the face either. Not that Yoongi ever brought it up again or even sent another text after that. Jungkook hadn’t even responded to it. He ran a hand through his long hair, staring in the mirror as Taehyung chatted with him.

“Alright, I’m off. Let me know if you decide to show up.”

Jungkook sat in his dorm, shirtless. He didn’t have a roommate – he had one of the few single rooms to himself. He didn’t really want a roommate and none of his friends lived on campus anyway. He liked his own space. Plus, it made fucking someone a lot less awkward if he was living alone. He fell back against the bed. He didn’t actually have a paper to write. He had written it earlier and it was good enough. He just…

Didn’t want to make a fucking fool of himself again.

Jungkook rubbed his forehead. This whole situation wasn’t even a situation. It was him in his head dreaming up stupid shit. It didn’t actually matter. It was only filling his head with confusing thoughts and indecision.

But still… why?

He placed his right forearm over his eyes. The black script tattoo was healing and he was planning to add more soon. He sighed, thinking. He worked out. Had a (more than) decent face. Got pretty good grades (for someone who didn’t try very hard). So, why? Did she really not consider it, not even once? They were around the same people, the same crowd, and never? Not even in a drunken stupor? Jungkook clicked his tongue. Did she have a type? It didn’t seem like it; everyone in his friend group was very different, looks-wise and personality-wise. She was attractive, of course. You couldn’t sleep with that many people and not be hot. Juicy thighs, perky ass, nice shape to her tits. A playful face with a smile that made you fall in love. Dimples on both cheeks when she laughed really hard. Ugh. So cute. Lovely-shaped lips that reminded Jungkook of Jimin’s.

Okay, that last thought was a little weird.

Anyway!

Jungkook sighed again. He sat up, intending to get on his computer and play something. Maybe Overwatch or League. He looked down at his gray sweatpants. Oh.

Well, maybe he should jack off first.

Before he could decide however, there was a knock on the door. The RA? He got up, shaking his sweatpants. Hopefully the bagginess would mask it. Plus, talking with the RA wasn’t sexy, so he was pretty sure his dick would pass out by then anyway.

Jungkook opened the door.

She smirked at him.

Jungkook closed the door.

She shoved her black boot in the opening, preventing him.

“No, you don’t, Jeon Jungkook.”

He backed up, shell-shocked. She pushed the door open and walked into his room. Hair over her shoulders, the same winged eyeliner and red lip stain. The black collar with the silver ring, the same one she had worn the first time he saw her. Pink dress shirt, the one she grabbed as Jimin face-fucked her. White t-shirt underneath, the one Taehyung had worn as he fucked her from behind. Both too big for her, so she wore no pants. Just thigh-high white socks and her thick-soled black boots with the silver tips, the ones she wore when she sat in the booth with Seokjin.

In short, Jungkook’s dick snapped to attention like a scared newbie army recruit.

She tucked her tongue in her cheek and raised her eyebrows at him. Jungkook seemed to come back to reality and slapped his arms across his chest. He was shirtless, after all.

“H-how did you figure out what dorm I was in?” he sputtered. “And w-what room?”

She tilted her head. “Friend of a friend, of a friend, of a friend, of a friend… of a friend,” she said slowly, tongue poking out a little from between her lips when she paused. “I know some people.”

Jungkook blinked rapidly. “W-well, why are you here?”

She kicked his door casually behind her. It slammed shut, making him jump.

“Because,” she drawled, holding up her hand, lowering a finger as she made each point. “One, you decided to speak to me, only to lie to my face. Two.” Another finger went down. “You stalked me outside my Psychology of Anger class. Three.” Down it went. “When you realized you got found out, you ran away. Four.” Down. “Every time you see me walking around campus, I see you throwing yourself in the opposite direction as if you’re being attacked. Yeah, I notice, because you’re not subtle about it,” she added, chuckling. Jungkook felt his ears turn red. “And finally, five.” Her hand was a fist now. “Before that, you gawked at me every time I happened to be within eyesight of you. With your big round eyes, almost as if you were spacing out. Sometimes with your mouth open.” She twisted her lips to one side for half a second. “Kind of disorienting, really.”

Jungkook thought back to all those moments. Her eyes on him when he saw Namjoon press her against the wall. Her eyes flickering towards him when she was at the table with Hoseok. The shift when she was kissing Seokjin at the booth. Oh, God. The half-second before he closed the door, her eye on him as she sucked Jimin off. The light on her face as she was reading Yoongi’s text on her phone, her pupils on him. She knew. She knew, she knew, she fucking knew.

Jungkook’s lips parted. “Then why… why did you run?”

She raised her eyebrow. Then she nodded her head slowly, finally understanding. “Ah. Yes, that time at the party. I thought you were some kind of weird stalker, honestly. I really don’t have time to spend on creeps.”

A shameful shiver slid down his back. She thought he was a creep. Of course, she did, because literally everything he witnessed was sexual in nature and he was fucking ogling the entire time, holy fuck.

She cleared her throat. “Anyway, the rest of the guys straightened me out.”

Rest of the guys? What? THEY ALL KNEW TOO?

“You just want to fuck.”

God, Jungkook thought. If there is a God, please just open the Earth and throw me in Hell right now.

“I-I don’t–what–that’s preposterous–how would you even know–”

Jungkook was tripping over every word as she stood there, tapping her foot against the ground. He lost track of his thought and made a strange noise of defeat. Her lips curved into a slow smile.

“Well, technically, I didn’t know,” she said slowly. “I guessed and it looks like I guessed right.”

Oh.

Oh shit.

Oh holyfuckingshitcrap.

If Taehyung or Jimin were witnessing this right now, they would have face-palmed.

She licked her lips. It made Jungkook’s stomach flutter uncomfortably.

“Anyway, I figured it would be better for you to be alone when I told you this.” She shrugged. One shoulder of the pink dress shirt fluttered down, revealing a shoulder. “It seemed like it might have been embarrassing for you, and judging by your beet-red face and tomato ears, I am correct.”

Jungkook slapped his hands on his cheeks. “W-what, of course not, hahaha…”

“You got a tent in your pants, kid.”

He looked down and tore his hands from his face to place them over his crotch. “Erm.”

She chuckled and shrugged again. “Well, since that’s the case, I’ll leave you be then. Just didn’t want things to be weird between us, that’s all. And found out you aren’t a creep. Only a shy, awkward boy.”

Then she turned around and reached for the door handle.

Jungkook crossed the space between them within two steps and slammed a hand on the door, preventing her from opening it.

“Wait.”

He was staring at the back of her head. Her hair had a warm, herbal scent. He could see the slope of the pink dress shirt, outlining her shoulder blades under the thin white t-shirt. He was so close that he could even spy he straps of her pink bra underneath the white fabric. Looked even further and he spotted the point that the dress shirt stuck out a bit from the curve of her ass.

“I’m not… a boy,” he said slowly. His voice came out lower than he thought.

He heard her make a light scoff.

“You expect answers without asking the questions,” she replied, still not turning around. “Not everything will be handed to you just because you’re cute.”

Pause.

“Boy.”

Jungkook knew how she managed to sleep with all of them now. She pressed every single one of his buttons, perfectly, within a single conversation. He placed his other hand on the door, fingers spread out. Took a step forward and pressed his body against hers, relishing in the softness. One of his hands slid down and snaked between the space of the door and her face, cupping her chin. He pushed it up so her eyes met his. Her teasing, perfect eyes.

“Wanna fuck, then?” he breathed against her forehead.

Her lips curved into a slow, foxlike smile. For a half-second, Jungkook thought she would say no.

“Now we’re talking.”

Jungkook had experience. He knew what women liked. But he did not know what this woman liked, because this woman was the embodiment of a fucking enigma. And at this point he was quite sure she had him mostly figured out. For instance, she pressed back against him, ass perched right on his cock, making him gasp. Her hand came up and she slid his fingers up her chin, opening her mouth slowly. He stared, transfixed. Her pink tongue slid out and she pushed two of his fingers in her mouth, wrapping her warm, wet tongue around them.

Sucking on them. Slipping her tongue around his fingers, single eyebrow lifted as she drenched them with saliva, so wet that his cock twitched at the thought of being in that hole. She placed her lips around them and used her tongue to push them to the roof of her mouth, sinking down to his knuckles.

Jungkook really couldn’t breathe, watching his dirty display of power.

Her hand was still wrapped around his. Slowly, she pulled his fingers out of her mouth, strings of saliva snapping as his fingers trailed out with a small pop. Jungkook shivered. The pink dress shirt was sliding down her arms, onto the floor.

She straightened her head and turned around slowly. She kicked the shirt aside, looking up at him through his lashes. His heart was beating so fast that he thought it was going to beat out of his chest.

“Why… why do you take their clothes?” Jungkook whispered.

She grinned. She looked down at his bare chest. Reached out, fingertips dancing in the air. Her nails slowly made their way up the ladder of his abs, eyes finding his once again.

“I like to remember who did a good job fucking me,” she replied steadily, so calm and cool that it was ruining him, driving him insane. “Let’s see if you’re so lucky.”

She flattened her palm against his toned pecs and let it slide up. Jungkook couldn’t look away from her face. She snaked her arm around his neck, fingers tangling in his long hair. She pulled his head back roughly.

He whimpered.

Help.

She got on her tiptoes; lips so close. Her other arm came around his waist. She rolled her hips into his. Delicious, sweet friction. Held him there as she dry-humped him, agonizingly slowly, breathing against his shaking lips. The only thing holding him up was his one hand against the door.

“You like that, little one?”

Jungkook wasn’t little. She was saying it to provoke him and it was working even though he didn’t want it to. He tried not to gasp or make any indication that he was enjoying it, but his hips were already moving, pushing back, frantic for more. Her tongue slithered out and brushed against his lips. He moaned. Had he ever been more desperate for a kiss? More desperate for anything more than just simple dry-humping at his fucking dorm door? Her grip on his hair tightened, pulling a little harder.

“What if I leave you here?” she taunted, digging her nails into his side. “What if I let go and leave you here, needy and lonely, without me to take care of you?”

What was going on? This wasn’t how it was supposed to be. This wasn’t how he was supposed to end up. Why couldn’t he collect himself?

“Please don’t…” he whined. His hand on the door balled into a fist. “Please.”

She kissed him.

Oh, fuck.

Lips so soft, barely any pressure, tongue on his lips. Poking, teasing him. Jungkook moaned, mouth opening and the tip barely thrust in. His whole body shivered as she slid it in and out between his lips. There wasn’t enough. Wasn’t enough pressure, not enough tongue, not enough forcefulness. He whined, jerking his hips into hers, trying to suck her tongue into his mouth, but it slipped away every time. Then her lips pressed fully against his and she mouthed the words on his lips. He knew what she said even before the sound touched his ears.

“Want more, little one?”

Yes. Oh, please, yes.

But he couldn’t say it because his lips were trapped against hers. She softly kissed him, over and over, hardly deep enough or passionate enough for his liking, infuriatingly not adequate and all of it on purpose. She pushed him into the room, away from the door, making him stumble. Jungkook could only break apart for half a second to choke out one word – “shoes” – but she was already removing her arm from his waist, zipping down her boot and kicking it aside, and then the other, pushing his head down to hers the entire time so she could make out with him.

Then, she pushed them apart.

He nearly tripped, forced to take several steps back. He was panting, out of breath as if he had been running for a long time. Jungkook lifted his head to her crafty expression. He could be the dominant one. He knew he could. But she wasn’t letting him. She had him in the palm of her hand, even now, even in this slight second of breath, the single moment of sanity, and then it was gone because she was lifting her shirt, the white t-shirt crumpling and thrown aside, landing on his desk, on his laptop. The pink, polka-dotted bra molded to her sinful breasts, so innocent-looking. They matched the tiny pink polka-dotted panties that pressed into her skin, complimenting her white thigh-high stockings that clamped around the softness.

His brain?

Broken. It was frozen at this image of this hot-as-fuck woman dropping to her knees and crawling on her hands towards him. Each movement a little closer, a lion stalking her prey and he was the frozen antelope, unable to run. She stopped right in front of him, straightening. And then, the smallest detail, spreading her thighs so he could see the faint wet spot between her panties. He could see her cleavage, the curve of her breasts as she trailed her hands up her thighs, her stomach, bending around her breasts, up her neck, tracing the silver ring and black leather of her choker, mouth opening to her wet tongue, a single fingertip touching the end.

“Wanna be in here, little one?” she murmured around her finger, eyes half-lidded.

“Fuck yes.”

If Jungkook could gather his last two brain cells, he would have sounded a whole lot less desperate, but at the moment those two brain cells had abandoned their post, leaving him an absolute mess as she hooked her fingers on the waistband of his sweatpants and underwear and dragged them down, down, exposing his leaking cock out in the open. Fuck, she looked so smug and he couldn’t do anything about it as she leaned in with a soft kitten lick, wiping it away.

“Let me ask you something before I start,” she purred.

Jungkook blinked. “O-okay…”

“Were you upset that I fucked all your friends and never, ever asked you?”

His eyes widened.

She smirked and wrapped her lips around his cock. His brain cells came back from their lunch break to Jungkook screwing his eyes shut and throwing his head back as she bobbed her head up and down his cock, deep, slow, wet. Tongue rubbing all around him, hands gripping his hips. He didn’t know what to do with his hands because he didn’t want to mess with her pace so he curled them into fists, sinking his nails into his palms as he moaned, feeling the head smack the back of her throat, muscles squeezing him hard and tight. Because she had been so soft and teasing less than ten seconds ago, Jungkook was not prepared for this wild intensity. She was literally deep-throating his cock like nobody’s business and he was trying very, very hard not to bust his load within seconds because that would be fucking embarrassing as shit. He forced his eyes open to look down at her, panting.

“S-stop…” he pleaded, but she wasn’t stopping. “P-please, stop, I want to f-fuck you.”

The slightest tick of her eyebrow. She stared up at him. It was too sexy. He chomped down on his tongue, anything to feel something else than the overwhelming pleasure from being in her mouth.

“P-please… want to fuck your p-pussy…”

She slowed, still making eye contact with him. She didn’t completely stop until she was all the way down his cock, saliva dripping out and down his balls. She didn’t get off him. Just watched him, pulsing her throat around his dick. Jungkook got it. She wanted him to beg. Her throat squeezed him extra hard and he whimpered. He bit his lower lip.

Pride? What pride?

“Please…” Oh, God, was that him? That wretched, pitiful whine, so wrecked and barely anything happened. “Please, let me fuck your pussy. Let me inside you. Let me pleasure you.” She blinked slowly. Not enough. “You made me wait so long…” His eyes raked over her sensual body, his skin burning. “You fucked them all and made me wait, made me want you, made me think about you all the time, made me crazy knowing everyone had you, but me.”

What even was this? He had never begged like this in his entire life, but he was ruined and destroyed by this beautiful woman whose red lips were around his cock.

“I want you to use my cock and make you cum, just for me. Want you to watch me when I fuck you, want you to moan for me, want you to say my name with those lips.”

Her eyes sparkled. She drew back, slowly. His cock achingly, deliberately popped out of her tight, wet mouth and he cried out softly, almost regretful that he didn’t ask for her to finish him then. She got off her knees, sliding up his body, his cock hitting her stomach and then her thigh, smearing saliva and pre-cum on her smooth skin. She pursed her lips against his, the tiniest peck, and he could taste himself, a slight hint of his own cum.

“Alright, Jungkook,” she said slowly, reaching into her bra and pulling out a condom. Of course, she had a condom in her bra. “I’ll let you fuck me.”

She smacked the warm foil packet against his chest.

Fuck, the way she said his name. So velvety, so wanton. She moved past him and Jungkook turned around, condom in hand, watching as she faced him, unhooking her pink bra. It peeled off her body and dropped to the floor, tits bouncing. She pressed her hard nipples in between two fingers and tugged, giving him a little gasp and a peek of her pink tongue from between her plump lips. He followed, swallowing hard as she backed up to his bed, hopping up and sliding back. Jungkook made it to the end of his bed and watched as she linked two fingers on the sides of her panties and pushed them down, lifting her legs up and together as she slid them off.

Thus, providing Jungkook with a shockingly clear view of her glistening pussy lips.

She lowered her legs and spread them. Wearing nothing but those white thigh-high socks and the black choker around her neck.

“Holy fuck.”

She smirked. “Come here, little one.”

At this point, he was beginning to enjoy this nickname. Either that or Jungkook was so horny that she could call him anything and he was still going to climb onto the bed, chewing on his lip, hand over hand, breath hitching as he neared, smelling her arousal. His eyes flickered to hers. She tilted her head and nodded. He bent down and licked her slit, long and slow, groaning as her sweet, thick taste coated his tongue. Oh, if only he had more patience to eat her out. Instead, his cock was dripping an embarrassing amount of pre-cum onto his sheets, so he got to his knees, unwrapping the condom and sliding it on, somewhat grateful for it so that he wouldn’t explode within two seconds of being inside her. He positioned himself at her entrance, lifting her legs.

“Hey, Jungkook.”

He shifted his attention to her face. He felt her hand reach down and guide him to the correct angle.

“Look at me when you go in,” she said, smirking.

His eyes widened as he pushed inward, slow, centimeter by centimeter, feeling her warmth cover him and shake him to his core, her eyes boring into his, satisfaction glittering in those orbs as he gasped at her tightness, her wetness, her heat. Breathing so shallow Jungkook felt like he was ready to pass out, thrusting the last of his cock inside her so he was fully buried, his entire length squeezed by her pussy.

She lifted herself up and wrapped her arms around his neck, fingers in his long dark hair. She pulled lightly and he moaned, lips trembling.

“You like that, little one?” she murmured, lips against his cheek, licking him lightly. “You like your hair pulled?” She kissed his chiseled jaw, clenching around his cock.

“Y-yes,” he whimpered. “A l-little…”

Her tongue wrapped around his earlobe, playing with his earrings. He could feel her hard nipples rub against his chest as she pressed her body against him. She pulled again and he moaned into her ear, shuddering as she paired the pain with the pulse of her pussy.

“I like the sounds you make,” she whispered. “Let me mark you, little one.”

He swallowed, still unable to move because he was in her gravity now, lost in her smokey voice.

“Yes, please…”

She kissed down his ear softly, lips against the pulse point under his ear. She bit his skin, sucking hard, rolling her hips onto his cock. His eyelids fluttered as she bit him, hard and unforgiving. Sharp, wet sounds. He whimpered and she ran her tongue over the bruised skin before kissing down further, finding the spot where his neck and shoulder connected. She pressed her lips against it and he swallowed in anticipation.

“Jungkook.”

“Y-yeah?”

He could feel her lips form the words she was spoke into his skin.

“Your cock feels nice inside me.”

She bit him again, hard. His eyes rolled back into his head, cock swelling at the compliment and the pain radiating through him as she pulled on his hair, sucking his skin, rutting her wet, tight pussy onto his cock. The euphoric ecstasy was unlike anything Jungkook had ever felt before. It was just a hickey and some hair pulling while he was cock-deep into a woman, but it was so much more, the soft kitten licks as she soothed the irritated flesh, the rubbing of his scalp, and the throbbing around his cock.

She finally let him go, leaning back. Her hair fanned out on his pillows, lipstick smeared, tongue between her teeth. He really thought the first time was going to be at some shitty party where he was half-drunk and confused, but it wasn’t. It wasn’t like that at all. Instead, she cocked her chin at him, giving him an open-mouthed smirk as she looked up at him from his bed.

“Fuck me, Jungkook.”

He began to move, starting slow and deep, gasping at the feeling. Her eyes drifted from his face to his cock moving in and out of her, then back up to his face. She was letting him do as he wanted, he knew. Jungkook could tell from her expression, giving him the reins for once. He scooted up, still fucking her leisurely as he lifted his hands and touched her nipples with his fingertips. He pushed them in a circle, rubbing them, closing his eyes. They were hard but soft, so fun to touch as he thrust his cock inside her. He pinched them and he whimpered as her pussy squeezed him. He did it again and felt it again. He cupped her breasts and did it again, pulling a little his time. She made a breathless moan and he opened his eyes, seeing hers shrouded with lust. He held her nipple between his index and ring finger, using his middle finger to rub the hardened nub. She gasped softly, whispering his name.

“You’re so fucking sexy,” Jungkook panted, feeling his hips thrust harder, spurred on by her noises. She pressed her head against his pillows, crying out as he increased his pace, rubbing her nipples harder.

“Harder, little one,” she purred, rolling her hips into his. “Want to feel your cock in the deepest parts of me.”

He pinched her nipples, hard, and she moaned with a teasing smile as he let go, placing his hands back on the bed for leverage. His long hair brushed into his eyes but he didn’t care, ramming his hips into her, hearing the harsh, loud slap of their bodies. She hissed out his name, tipping her head back as she lifted her arms above her head, clutching his pillows.

“That’s it, Jungkook,” she panted as he pounded her into his bed, feeling her pussy tighten and throb around him. “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.”

He did, hard, rough, gasping at her pretty lips opened and her eyes closed in bliss, enjoying his cock, just his, enjoying the way he felt, enjoying his hips slapping into hers and his cock twitching inside her.

“Need you to cum for me,” he growled, surprised at his own rawness. “Need you to cum all over my cock. Need to feel you.” A hint of desperation juxtaposed with his order. He wanted her to fall apart with his cock, wanted to watch her unravel as she came with his cock.

She cracked her eyes open and wrapped her legs around his waist, thighs squeezing him. Oh, fuck. Eyes that said, go for it. Do it if you can.

He rammed his hips into her, pounding into her over and over, so hard the bed squealed at the force, so deep her fingers gripping his sheets were white, her moans filling his room, imprinting in his memory.

“A-ah, Jungkooooook.”

His name dragged out, mixed with a moan, cock twitching at her back arching, tits bouncing with his thrusts.

“So good, so good… Gonna cum for you, just for you, Jungkook...”

And then he felt it, the heated, throbbing squeeze and the instant squelch of liquid dripping out and sliding down his balls, soaking into his sheets. The scent of her sex so heavy and sweet that he was drunk, slowing so he could feel her pussy pulsating around him, vibrating his entire length.

“W-why do you feel so good?” he whined, shoving his cock so deep she jerked up his pillows. She chuckled, but he kept going, back to his rough pace, because he couldn’t wait anymore. He needed to cum. He needed it now, deep inside her pussy, her scent on his skin, her foxy eyes on him.

“You wanna cum for me, little one?” she panted out, licking her lips. “Want to feel your cock get milked by my pussy?”

Jungkook sucked in a breath, clenching his jaw as he nodded fiercely, unable to respond. She reached up and he knew what was coming and he wanted it, wanted it so fucking bad. His long hair was smacking him in the face but she collected it back, only leaving a few strands on his sweaty forehead.

“Cum for me, Jungkook. Fill me up.”

And then she yanked on his hair, hard, tearing a gasp from his lips. The pain shot through him, igniting every nerve, the pleasure of her pussy clenching him as he kept going, slapping his hips into hers, feeling the pull on his hair every time he sank in. Jungkook was doing it to himself now and he loved every second of it. The familiar tightening coiled inside him, so sharp and sudden that he almost screamed as he came, the orgasm racking his entire body as she pulled his head back with his hair, moaning with him as she came again, throbbing as he shot into the condom, cock jerking with force against her walls.

His whole body shuddered as the aftershocks faded. Oh, shit. He was winded, throat dry. Someone must have heard. Holy fuck. Jungkook had never cum so hard in his entire life.

Her hand let go of his hair. She rubbed his scalp. He closed his eyes, his body rising and falling as he exhaled.

“Did I live up to your expectations, little one?”

-

The next day, Jungkook ran into Taehyung at the usual coffee spot. It was the weekend, so Jungkook hadn’t expected to see him. Taehyung looked super hungover and barely alive as he ordered a coffee in his raspy, deep voice.

“Damn, are you dead?” Jungkook asked playfully as Taehyung stumbled to him, trying not to spill his coffee. Taehyung hated coffee, so he must have really needed it for some reason or another.

“Probably. I forgot I have a paper due on Monday.” He took a sip of it and made a disgusted face. “I hate this shit.”

Jungkook spied her walking up to the counter. She rubbed her chin and ordered a tea, handing over her card. She was wearing a white crop top, black baseball cap, and short leather jacket.

And his gray sweatpants.

Taehyung squinted at his neck.

“The fuck happened to you? Someone punch you in the neck?”

Jungkook slapped a hand over his hickey. “Er…”

She breezed past them, not looking at them as she hurried along, checking her phone for the time. Taehyung whipped his head around, recognizing her instantly. And the sweatpants.

“Yah! She told me she was going to study!” He whipped his head back to Jungkook, who looked away immediately. “Study your dick, apparently!”

“Uh…”

Taehyung narrowed his eyes and grumbled as he walked away.

“Well, get in line, bitch.”

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sister story: meteor, m | myg

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note: Yes, I am aware League of Legends has changed the entire item inventory for 2021 preseason. I haven’t played the new patch since I wrote this. Just pretend this all happened before the preseason patch, okay? lol

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Tumblr is starting to VERY MUCH dislike how long the other reblog chain is getting, so this will be Reblog Chain 2 of my jotting down notes of this fic. Here is the first reblog chain for Chapters 1-20

But it appears as though I was correct in sleeping off Chapter 20, because Chapter 21 is. Hm. bad. Very. Not good.

Chapter 21:

Transcript under the cut:

Chapter 21: It's Called Scars so it Gonna Be Ass

- To be blunt, the constant need to reaffirm that yes, Edelgard went through terrible experimentation and that yes, they were very horrific, is tiring. This is chapter 21. The experiments occurred in chapter 2. Every single chapter between now and then have, at some point, mentioned that INDEED, Edelgard DID in fact go through horrific trauma. It is tiring to the reader to constantly have to reread the same thing - we know it happened. We know it was terrible. There's no need to constantly say so; we already understand as readers.

- "Every time the spark of life broke through Byleth’s blank face, it brought a flickering hope to the Flame Emperor’s heart." ->

- Firstly: Awkward use of the Flame Emperor epithet (its usage is on and off with how appropriate its been - this is off).

- Secondly: Once again, Byleth's face was rarely if ever blank. She was never the Ashen Demon, as even the last chapter showcased. The author is mistaking reservation with emotionlessness, which is simply wrong

- "There had been so many empty days and nights, without friendship, love or joy. With nothing to hope for, except someday, the peace of the grave." -> Suicidal tendencies: another trait that Edelgard doesn't have... (strikes against canon: 89)

- ...but Dimitri does. Counter: 12

- "Dimitri, too, was troubled by the thought, grasping the side of his head and frowning. As the spasm passed, he turned to Edelgard and smiled warmly." -> It seems a little callous to so casually toss Dimitri's symptoms into his interactions with others when such things simply don't occur in the canon interactions. It's not impossible, or strictly against canon, but it does not feel natural; it's more as though the author is shining bright neon signs that say DIMITRI HAS MENTAL HEALTH ISSUES than a genuine attempt at writing Dimitri's mental health issues. This is not the first time this sort of seemingly thoughtless showcasing of symptoms has happened (Noted separately: Dimitri having drastic mood swings)

- "No, this world must be ruled by humans…not cruel gods who ignored the prayers of little girls." -> This statement follows Edelgard internally chastising the actions of not gods, but the Children of the Goddess. This is a weaselly attempt at dodging Edelgard's racist beliefs that Nabateans should not be allowed positions of power by shifting the belief to apply to miscellaneous gods instead. While not inaccurate per se - she does also canonically believe that gods should have no power in human affairs - it is not honest

- "Byleth nodded with childlike simplicity. “We should all try to get along.”" -> Again describing Byleth as childlike and/or innocent. Counter: 3

- For those curious: yes, the rat scene is implemented, yes it is sloppy, yes it is out of character for Claude - so much so that it is being noted separately - and yes it is forced to all hell

- What will be noted here, however, is that this is yet another instance of a man being demeaned/humiliated for the honor of a woman. See quote: "Byleth was on him in an instant, a tempest forming in the sea of her blue eyes. “That isn’t funny.” She crossed her arms sternly. “Jokes are about bringing people together...about making them smile. Right now, the only person laughing is you.”" with Claude reacting awkwardly. Once again, Man Bad Woman Good

- In a showcasing of a complete lack of self-awareness within the fic: "“Maybe if you’d have taught the Deer instead…but since you seem to have no ambitions outside of cleaning up Edelgard’s messes…”" -> This is Claude being portrayed as the bad guy, not the one being completely and utterly right

- " She slapped Edelgard on the back, and smiled heartily. “I agree, Dimitri!” Edelgard grimaced, trying to hide the fact her teacher had just struck the wound she had received during the mock battle." -> As well as where undoubtedly countless scars would be, yes? Scars that still cause Edelgard pain? In fact, Edelgard has been slapped on the back by Byleth and Jeralt numerous times before, and yet expresses no pain or discomfort.

- Another thing, that I had not noted though ought to have: Edelgard, a victim of sexual assault (in this fic), rarely seems to mind people touching her. She gets a little surprised if someone tries to get her attention with touch, yes, but Byleth's constant unprompted and random touching of Edelgard is never said to do anything but bring warmth and joy and comfort to Edelgard. It seems as though Edelgard suffering through sexual assault is just another source of trauma for the author to dump onto her for nothing more than pity points

- This is incredibly harsh to say, yes, and I would usually refrain from attributing such harshness onto a piece of text, but remember that Edelgard's scars only cause her pain when it's convenient, that she only experiences headaches when it's convenient, that she experiences PTSD episodes (when Claude mentions the rat) when it's convenient (note that in this fic he does it outside of battle, where her getting triggered wouldn't compromise her chances at victory). Edelgard not being touch averse and being a victim of sexual assault are not inherently something bad - survivors react to trauma differently, after all - but it is another in a steadily longer line of instances where Edelgard is simply given trauma for the sake of making her pitiable to the reader and the love interest, not something that Edelgard genuinely has to struggle with.

- "As Claude and Dimitri looked at their classmate expectantly, Edelgard was wracked with another bout of guilt. Deep in her soul, the princess knew these peaceful days would end soon. When that happened, no feast or vows of friendship could make up for the chaos and horror she would unleash. It would be better to pull away, close off her heart, rather than fuel the flames of her inevitable betrayal." -> Aka, "Feel bad for me, I feel guilty for planning to cause the death and ruination of countless innocents' lives all because I convinced myself that my way is the only way to get things done my way without ever actually trying to see if more peaceful ways could have worked. I'm going to orphan children, force families to fight each other, have the land be rampaged by banditry, and overall bring chaos onto these days that I ADMIT ARE PEACEFUL all because I feel that my way would be better. Wah wah pity me but I don't wanna be pitied I promise wah wah."

- "Byleth shrugged with a characteristic blend of innocence and spirit. “I guess I just like winning.” She began to blush and grabbed Edelgard’s hand. "It's so exciting! I’ve never had anyone other than Papa to celebrate with before!”" -> Byleth = innocent/childlike. Counter: 4

- The fic likes to reaffirm again and again that Byleth is "now" only acting like this due to Edelgard's presence in her life. Note also these statements written previously: "Every day, [Edelgard] was watching the person she loved grow and change. Become who she always was supposed to be." This, perhaps unintentionally, again enforces the "Lesbian Love is Pure and Innocent" trope; these wlw are only allowed to be their good girl, innocent selves - who they were always supposed to be - due to the pure lesbian love they have found with one another

- Count Bergliez didn't know of the experiments initially, but he eventually found out and did nothing to stop them, fleeing from a young and tortured El who was pleading for him to save her - Unnecessarily painting Count Bergliez as a spineless coward too afraid of Duke Aegir to save a child in pain

- Once again, a man fails to save a woman and further traumatizes her

- It should be noted that Bergliez is fearful not for his own life, but for that of his children, who were the ones Duke Aegir threatened. He, very similar to Ionius, cannot save Edelgard, except Bergliez (unlike Ionius) has a tangible, physical, explainable reason as to why he couldn't, and yet it is him who is painted as the bad guy, not Ionius. He is worthy of Edelgard's scorn and hatred, but Ionius only receives a begrudging feeling of betrayal from Edelgard that she feels guilty for harboring, even though he failed her far more than Bergliez failed her.

- "Daughters must always be loyal to their fathers" trope

- "No decent person thought the things Edelgard did. Just as her body had been twisted and shattered by the experiments, her mind bore terrible scars. Scars that the monster kept hidden, so she could walk in the world of men." -> Dehumanizing oneself as a monster as well as having violent thoughts (that specifically stem from trauma) one feels guilty for harboring are not traits Edelgard shows in canon... (strikes against canon, 90, 91)

- ...but Dimitri does. Counter: 13, 14

- "world of men?" Did the author perhaps mean "world of man," as in mankind? Keep note of

- The reason as to why Bergliez is said to have witnessed young El's tortured state and did nothing to help her is revealed: in canon, he dislikes her. It is blatantly and objectively said that he and Edelgard share a mutual displeasure in the other's company. What this fic had him do will be used as an excuse as to why he doesn't hate her, since no one is allowed to dislike Edelgard on the "good" side

- Edelgard, upon being asked if revenge is the reason she is doing what she's doing (reuniting Fodlan): "“No.” Edelgard put her hand to her chin thoughtfully. “I think for a long time, it was…but after a while, I realized that revenge wouldn’t satisfy me.” She looked at the blue sky above. “After you go through that much suffering…when you beg for help, day after day, and no one cares...you realize that nothing will ever truly make you feel safe again. The only thing I want is for this madness to end.”" -> This is internally inconsistent. See chapter 15 note: ""You know why they created me in the first place.” / “To reunite Fódlan,” spat Hubert. “It was all my father talked about.” / “And I will give it to them. "" This directly connects Edelgard's want to reunite Fodlan to the wants of her tormenters (as this states she is doing it out of spite). Note how Hubert spits at the idea of reuniting Fodlan, and how it was all his father - portrayed as a villain - talked about. This is not what this Edelgard wants, at least not of her own independent want. Earlier in this very chapter, Edelgard internally states a want to hurt Bergliez for leaving her behind. To say that she now no longer thinks vengeance would satisfy her, or that none of the reason that she is doing everything she does is out of a want for revenge, is ridiculous

- Edelgard to Bergliez, upon being asked what will happen to him and his family should Edelgard rise to power: "“All those who distinguish themselves will be rewarded. Given your history, I have little doubt you will be among them.” She nervously played with her white gloves. “All I ask is that when I seize back control of the throne, I can count on the military’s support.”" -> Yes, all who distinguish themselves to Edelgard, for Edelgard's cause, that Edelgard can see and/or know of. How likely is it that a poor farmer who is exceptional at fighting will actually be noticed by Edelgard and be given the credit he deserves, when others who may not be as meritable but do have some merit have the connections to show themselves directly in front of Edelgard? What means will Edelgard give the poor soldiers (that she or Byleth aren't already friends with, notably Dorothea and Leonie) that will allow them to be able to be seen by her and have their merits recognized? Edelgard is the one who says who gains power after all, so it is her they must prove themselves to, but how can they realistically do that?

- What about professions that are not immediately beneficial to Edelgard's cause, such as the arts? How will they fare in Edelgard's society, when their works and talents yield no tangible, objective results (such as, say, farming)?

- Something the fic will address?

- Edelgard does not nervously do anything in front of those she is trying to negotiate with in canon, not even Thales. Strikes against canon: 92

- "[Bergliez] could only laugh in response. “I think we’re going to get along rather well, my lady…and the other?”" -> Except Bergliez and Edelgard don't get along well, ever. Pre ts they are stated to dislike each other, which continues even onto post ts with Bergliez being the only noble Edelgard couldn't bring to heel. Strikes against canon: 93

- As predicted: No one is allowed to dislike Edelgard on the "good" side

- Literally forgot Hubert was with Edelgard and Bergliez lmao

- Ionius tried to consolidate power to be rid of the consort system due to his unending love for Anselma -> A ridiculous idea, plain and simple. Ionius was Emperor. If he wished to be rid of the consort system there was no need for him to try and take away all power from the other Imperial houses.

- If Ionius truly loved Anselma, why did he allow her to be exiled from the Empire? Why didn't he step in and use his influence as Emperor to help her?

- Edelgard, when she is Emperor - passed down a supposedly empty crown, at that - showcases the all-encompassing power the title of Emperor truly holds to one willing to use that power. That Ionius supposedly wanted to do all of these reforms and yet nothing at all was done, ever (save for ruining Houses Hrym and Ordelia, something even this fic has as canon), if Ionius did want to make these reforms, means that he was too spineless and cowardly to truly go through with trying to pass them. This again unintentionally showcases how awful a ruler and weak-willed a person Ionius was when he had power when trying to paint him in this righteous light.

- Lambert was stated to be trying to pass reforms before he died in canon, not Ionius. From parents to the children, the author is attributing traits from Lambert onto Ionius just as he (author's confirmed gender is male) attributes traits from Dimitri onto Edelgard

- " Her father and mother…she had thought their romance a fairy tale-a story from her father to make a motherless child feel valued. But…they truly had loved each other." -> Edelgard does believe Ionius when he told her of the story of when he and Anselma (supposedly) met each other. There is nothing to indicate that Edelgard thought it to be a lie: in fact, in canon: "But I choose to believe there was genuine love between them." Strikes against canon: 94

- It seems as though finally, after around 18 chapters, Edelgard's scars will finally cause her genuine inconvenience due to her complex about them as well as her trust issues. She has a gash on her back from the Battle of Eagle and Lion, but will not have it treated if Manuela isn't the healer, and yet the woman is occupied dealing with the rest of the students who were injured. How will this fic deal with this?

- Ingrid, referring to her and Sylvain: ""We just switched from Felix lecturing us all day to listening to Edelgard moralizing, didn’t we?"" -> The author is trying to compare a childhood friend whose friends have had years to get used to their barbed tongue to a stranger that directly insults the dreams of one of them. Something which Ingrid canonically hates having be done to her, even from Felix, a childhood friend. Once again, Ingrid being so casual about Edelgard being so disrespectful of her dreams is out of character. Strikes against canon: 95

- "Sylvain shook his head knowingly, ignoring Felix’s truly alarming scowl. “You should have seen his face, Edelgard. Dimitri would go on and on about this girl he met when he was a kid…and Felix would complain about her for hours!” He looked at Felix and smiled. “For all his whining about the “Boar,” nobody loves Dimitri more than him.”" -> Oh? A romantic gay male relationship presenting itself within the fic?

- Another vision of SS experienced by Edelgard. Word from a nameless guard: "The woman, Byleth, leading their forces... She’s not human! She killed half my battalion with one swing of that sword of hers. She didn’t speak, she didn’t shout, she didn’t even change her expression!” The panicked man was teetering on the edge of hysteria. “All those people rallying around her, and it’s like she doesn’t care at all. Like she's a walking corpse!"" -> Obviously saying that Byleth becomes the Ashen Demon if not allowed to be with Edelgard.

- Unintentional statement: Byleth can't be the pure innocent (lesbian) woman without Edelgard's (lesbian) love granting her purity, reverting her to a monstrous, corrupt demon incapable of humanity

- See chapter 20 note: "Implying that choosing SS - aka, choosing the Nabateans - makes Byleth less human. Intentional?" Confirmed to be intentional. Also false: in canon, even when accounting for CF's lesser chapter count, Byleth emotes far more on SS than on CF, which matches with CF having Edelgard call Byleth detached in their A support. Strikes against canon: 96

- The same nameless soldier, same context: "And those Faerghus kids…” / Edelgard leaned forward in her chair. “Ingrid…Sylvain…what of them?” / “They…they were animals. Screaming and ranting about revenge for the King.” -> Is the author really demonizing Sylvain and Ingrid for (potentially!) being mad at Edelgard for murdering one of their childhood friends? Is that really the depths the Edelgard worship will sink to, that friends becoming enraged at a friend's unjust murder from a warlord is being portrayed as something sad for the warlord? Just what else should Edelgard be pitied for?

- "The scared girl desperately tried to drown out the thoughts that reverberated incessantly. / They’re going to despise us…it’s destiny. And how could they not? If we were truly good, the Goddess would have saved us…protected us. But She didn’t. The Goddess took Mother. She took our family. And soon, She’ll take everything else we love. She hates us. / It’s what we deserve." - Now confirmed that Edelgard hears multiple voices in her head tormenting her. That trait that, once again, Edelgard does not have... (Strikes against canon: 97)

- ...but Dimitri does. This is the third time this chapter that this has happened, and far from the only chapter to display such baffling characterization of Edelgard via Dimitri's traits. It is nonsensical.

- " Why had [Edelgard] even been born at all? Nonexistence would have been preferable to watching every faint dream be dashed, to suffering alone over and over. She was just…so tired of being alive." -> Once. Again. Suicidal tendencies/thoughts is not a trait Edelgard shows in canon... (Strikes against canon: 98)

- ...but Dimitri does. The fourth! The fourth time in one chapter the author desperately wanted to just write Dimitri!

- If the fic wanted to take Edelgard in a different direction than canon does and has her display some of these traits, it would be more passable, but this fic is under the delusion that it is in any way following canon closely, especially in regards to Edelgard, and so this can only be seen as a desperate attempt from the author to have Edelgard be sympathetic by donning the skin of an actually sympathetic character such as Dimitri

- "Edelgard looked at herself in the mirror. The back of her academy uniform was stained red, the rhythmic, soft dripping of blood assaulting the princess’ ears." -> And no one commented on this? No one was worried? Not Ingrid, Sylvain, and Felix, who were sitting right by her? Not Lysithea, who saw her take the blow to her back and never get it healed? Not Dimitri, who delivered the blow? It just so happened that literally no one at all noticed this?

- Byleth literally slapped Edelgard on the back earlier? Wouldn't her hand come back red with blood if it were seeping through the uniform?

** The scene that follows the previous note is too long to quote, despite how truly terrible it is. Long quotes, even extremely long quotes, have been presented in these notes before, but the length this quotation would be if the full extent of it were written here would be a mess, and quite frankly, at that point it would do one better to simply go to the fanfiction itself and read the text from there. With the context received from these notes, if one wishes to see the words for themselves, go to chapter 21 of The Emperor and the Goddess, enter Ctrl + F (or Find in Page on mobile devices), and enter the phrase "Byleth crossed her arms, clearly frustrated" verbatim. The following note will not be quoting the entire scene from the fic (merely summarizing it), though context is needed to understand how truly bad the scene is. **

- To have hope in this fic performing anything correctly is proving to be a fool's dream, for it has yet to do anything right; that includes the aforementioned gash upon Edelgard's back. As stated, it did not draw the attention of those who were sitting around her nor did it draw the attention of the one who witnessed the injury itself, nor of the one who delivered the injury itself, so no one commented on the gaping, bleeding wound Edelgard was "hiding" from everyone as she turned her (bleeding) back to them and left for the baths to clean up (it must be heavily stressed: immediately after leaving it is revealed that the blood is seeping through her uniform). As she was washing - naked, of course - Byleth just so happened to step into the baths with only a towel wrapped around her "for modesty," much to the horror of Edelgard, for she does not want Byleth seeing her scarred body. A slight argument arises between the two over Edelgard getting her injuries checked, before Byleth warns Edelgard that she will go to Rhea and force her to go to the infirmary should Edelgard continue to refuse treatment, which drives Edelgard past the brink. She raises her arms from the bathwater and presents her scars (""Fine!... If you want to see so badly, here!""), to the horror of Byleth ("Byleth Eisner was not a woman given to strong emotional reactions, but she staggered back, hands over her mouth."). Edelgard cries in hysteria, fear of her beloved teacher running away in disgust over her ugly, mutilated body overwhelming her. But Byleth, childlike in her innocence, shared that she too is scarred in strange ways, and that she too is scared of failing those around her - that she has no ambitions save to help and protect those around her. Byleth reveals that it is Edelgard whom Byleth looks up to for always being so strong and always moving forward, and shows that without Edelgard Byleth wouldn't know how to handle the pressure everyone else puts on her. The exchange ends with Byleth reassuring Edelgard that she is beautiful and not the monster she thinks she is.

- There is no nice way of putting this: this is a classic example of how not to write someone opening up to another about something. Edelgard views herself as weak, ugly, repulsive, a monster, shameful, but it is Byleth's love and affection that gives her comfort and warmth, that gives her hope of something more. It forces Byleth to behave wildly out of character (the author can try to excuse this with "well she wouldn't normally behave like this!" all he wants, it doesn't matter when it goes against the base, canonical Byleth. Strikes against canon: 99) in order for Edelgard's scarred body to be seen as something that is repulsive, that is ugly, that is stained, so much so that the pure, childlike, innocent Byleth couldn't stand to see something so tainted. And yet it is that same pure, childlike, innocent Byleth's pure, innocent, childlike love that pushes away the pain of Edelgard's scars for just that moment. Other characters become suddenly blind and/or forgetful of Edelgard's obvious, bleeding wound so that it is Byleth who can be the one to save Edelgard with her pure, innocent, childlike presence and her pure, innocent, childlike uncertainty about her own insecurities (but only when it is convenient for Edelgard, as even Byleth didn't noticed the gaping, bleeding wound until she was alone with Edelgard where no one could interrupt their bonding moment). This scene is inorganic and forced, ham-fisting Edelgard and Byleth in the same room - the wash room, where both are either naked or nearly naked - so that Byleth is the one to find Edelgard, no one else. No one was worried enough about the sudden exit Edelgard took from the conversation she was having to follow her and make sure she was alright, and Byleth just so happened to enter the baths right after Edelgard. The scene is, to be frank, insulting.

- There have been a couple of joking references to a book titled Stones to Abigail in these notes, but in all seriousness, this scene plays unsettlingly similar to a scene in said book, where a scarred girl who is naked reveals her "ugly" and "revolting" scarred body to the love interest, who goes on to soothe and comfort the naked girl as best they can. The resemblance is uncanny

- Byleth described as childlike/innocent. Counter: 5

- Edelgard, in canon, never expresses feeling herself to be ugly, or repulsive, or a monster. Strikes against canon: 100

- Again, Edelgard's scars are only important when they are convenient - this time, in helping develop the romantic relationship between her and Byleth

- There are ways in which scars can be utilized without being problematic, but certainly not when this much focus is placed on them and yet they are only truly present when they cannot hinder Edelgard.

- Perhaps particularly insulting is this phrase from Edelgard: "Did she actually love Byleth at all, or just being saved by her?" Yes, Edelgard, you do simply want to be saved by Byleth, because that is precisely what the narrative has been drilling into the reader's heads ever since Byleth showed herself. Byleth is Edelgard's light, Byleth is Edelgard's hope, Byleth gives Edelgard back her humanity, Byleth is Edelgard's one source of joy, Byleth is Edelgard's entire life, and nothing, absolutely nothing in this fic has shown this to ever be a bad thing. This dependence on Byleth to bring Edelgard joy at the near complete expense of everyone else has been propped up as something romantic, and yet it's now, 21 chapters and over 85K+ words in, that we're supposed to believe that this was actually Edelgard being unhealthy? Even though the author himself said that this was what he enjoyed about their relationship, how much they found each other in each other? Even though we see what the author thinks would happen to the two of them should they separate - Edelgard, lonely and afraid without her beloved teach, and Byleth, the Ashen Demon who cares for nothing without her beloved student - in her visions of SS? This is a joke

- It cannot be overstated that Byleth came to the bathhouses completely independently of Edelgard. She did not come to specifically see her because she followed her out of worry for Edelgard due to her injury - she only knows that Edelgard's injured in the first place due to seeing bloody bandages that Edelgard removed in the bathhouse, before Byleth arrived.

- Author's notes: "On Bergliez, we find out very little in-game, but he 1) offers himself for execution so his men can go free in SS and 2) seems to be actually competent at his job. I thought a nuanced portrayal was more interesting, since I've been writing Aegir as the absolute worst person in the world." -> Note: this is what the author believes to be a nuanced take on someone. Someone who likes Edelgard entirely and does nearly whatever they can to help her, but they did one thing that's morally gray (leaving a child behind to save his own children from the same fate) that is portrayed as objectively bad, so now they are nuanced. While perhaps this sort of character would be truly nuanced in better hands, as it is with his actions being portrayed as something that is obviously so completely and utterly wrong and him someone who deserves complete and utter condemnation - and yet Ionius, who does far worse for far less understandable reasons, gets a comparative slap on the wrist - it causes confusion as to Edelgard's lines. Bergliez seeing her the one time and never helping her is enough for her to want to hurt him as she was hurt, but her father repeatedly coming to and "being forced" to watch her actively be tortured and doing nothing does little to invoke similar depths of resentment? Even granting the idea that "she gives more slack to her father," Ionius is objectively and far worse than Bergliez, down to doing hard things to protect their children, and yet it is only Bergliez who is shined in this unpleasant a light

- To be clear, Bergliez's decision was not a good one, but understandable. It is a gray decision to make. But notice how he is called "gray" and "nuanced" and yet Ionius is nearly completely innocent, as described by the author himself, despite their being no given explaination as to why "he was a figurehead" should be a good enough reason to wash him literally standing there and watching as his children - some of whom aren't even teens yet - get slowly tortured and killed.

- "There are many localization changes I understand (Byleth wanting to get drunk after the battle is one of them), but Treehouse's decision to remove Ionius' entire reason for power centralization (eliminating the consorts) was a big, big mistake." -> Given the history of this author's grasp on the Japanese language, this needs to be checked, as he cannot be trusted as a source as to whether this is true

******* Notes of Claude mischaracterization: Chapter 21, section 1, paragraphs 1, 21 & 23, 27 *******