#And it feels like I burnt my tongue or smth

[dearestsilhouette]

staying home from school bc I was and most likely still am sick (I forgot if I was but I feel partially like shit)

[maitadori]

Hi there love,

How are ya doing ?

…So exams are hurting my soul right now, I hate uni 😭

If you have time can you do a little something, where blade and jing yuan (or just blade if you choose only one) where they are distracting their s/o from studying or completing their paper work. If you can, can you make it nsfw 💕

KEEP YOUR HANDS TO YOURSELF nsfw blade, jing yuan x fem!reader, separately

content warning : blades is modern. reader is wearing a skirt in jing yuan’s fingering (blade), dry jumping (jing yuan) nothing much else really

a/n : hiiii tysm for requesting me!! and to answer u i am doing preeetty good, i’ve been somewhat busy and burnt out (even though i barely write to begin with) so i’m trying to get back in the groove. you actually sent this ask awhile back and i am so sorry it took me so long to respond 😭.. but i hope ur exams weren’t too much of a pain in the ass. and i hope this is up to your standards!!! this is kinda small but if i tried going into the actual stuff i would’ve lost motivation 2 write.

requests are open btw plz request me i want smth to do

do u guys notice that i don’t have a posting schedule. idk if anyone actually does but

DARK CONTENT BLOGS AND MINORS PLZ DNI!!!

BLADE :

blade was insatiable

something the both of you were already aware of

in his defense you looked sexy even when you were just sitting there

so could you really blame him for wanting to undress you even when whatever you were doing was so mundane?

he laid on your bed, taking in the scent of you on your pillow as he watched you shuffle through papers

your focused face had him staring

the way your eyes squinted, the way you clicked your tongue whenever something irritated you, or when you huffed out sighs like every three seconds due to exhaustion

his eyes then dropped to look at the glossiness of your lips as you bit them in a fruitless attempt to concentrate

he could feel his pants tighten the longer he stared

he could feel embarrassed. he should feel embarrassed. but he really can’t bring himself to care about the details, all he knew was he wanted you. bad.

so when you look up at him through your lashes once he approaches your desk and you blink, clueless. he’s far reached past his breaking point

“blade! you can’t be serious! i really have to nnn-” you’re cut off as he curls his fingers in a certain angle — putty in his hands within mere seconds, you’re barely able to speak coherently, “i have to study!”

“you’ve been doing that all day,” he groans out, watching your contorting face with rapt attention, resisting the urge to get the foreplay over with and shove himself inside you.

if anything he should be getting praised for holding out this long.

blade has you on your back as he hovers over you, fingers buried in the depths of you as he observes every twitch and jerk. a certain stroke of his has your eyes rolling behind your eyelids — a sight that has blade taking your lips immediately.

the kiss is rough and desperate, it alone conveys how much blade wants �� no, needs you. he’s biting your lips, sucking your tongue and practically your life force as you go limp from the ferocity of it all.

“you— haah — you came to me knowing i’d be.. be busy! it’s not my fault you don’t listeeennn!!!” your leg jerks and you impulsively try kicking him away as your climax approaches. he’s curling the sweet spot within you so efficiently that your mind goes blank.

all you can do is chant his name as if he were your god, drunk on him and his touch.

he gets harder at the sight of you losing yourself, not even aware that it was possible — but of course you of all people prove him wrong.

as your vision goes white and your cries echo throughout the house once you fall over the edge, blades easing you through it, rubbing your clit as you moan in ecstasy. once blade is sure that your orgasm has passed and you go lax against your pillows, he makes haste to unbuckle and undress himself. he’d be damned if he wasn’t inside you before the minute ended.

your arms are over your eyes as you pant heavily. you’re exhausted beyond belief and as of now, studying is the last thing on your mind. it isn’t until you hear the clanking of metal together that you peek from behind your arms.

lo and behold, blade pulling his thick cock from the confines of his boxers. your eyes bulge and you look up at him questioningly. “w-wait.. you’re not..”

“what’d you think i was prepping you for?” he asks, tone raspy and somewhat condescending.

you dig your elbows into the pillows to sit you up, but blade pushes you back against the bed with one hand and cock in the other. “you’re crazy if you think i’m gonna go any longer without fucking you.”

“i have exams soon, can’t it wait?”

“it can’t.”

before you could try and say anything more, his slaps the tip of his cock against your clit, rubbing against it in an up and down motion. your eyes roll back and your tongue goes heavy.

you couldn’t find it in you to care about your studies when he filled you all the way to the hilt. this was much better anyways.

JING YUAN :

one thing about jing yuan is that he is extremely persuasive and convincing.

you had to admit it was both his worst and best trait

when his voice is suave and deep, it’s almost like you’re being lured in by a siren

and you hate the effect he has on you, because it’s always hard to say no

not only that but he’s extremely shameless. he isn’t afraid or embarrassed of showing his attraction towards you

so when he wants something from you, he has you wrapped around his finger within mere moments.

he’s swarming you like a mosquito, buzzing in your ear with his voice, you resist the urge to swat him

he has an extremely important meeting next week that needs to be arranged accordingly, but jing yuan is more interested in feeling you up.

usually you’d have no qualms about this and you’d accept easily, and you’re sure that no matter what jing yuan does, his reputation as the general will stay strong

but the idea of people thinking badly of him has your stomach stirring

so you scold and you wave him away, all in vain, really.

because if jing yuans anything else other than persuasive and charismatic, it’s stubborn.

he leans down to nip your neck lightly with his canines and you hate to admit how quickly you melted

jing yuan’s lips are hot on yours. you can feel him fighting off a smile as he devours you whole. he has you straddling him on his chair, papers haphazardly moved about as you try to find balance on the desk behind you.

jing yuan’s hands know no bounds, for they touch any skin they find. he’s caressed you from your neck and collarbones to the hem of your panties. he makes sure to give your chest good attention too. teasing just under your bra and chuckling at your desperate whining.

“ah. but didn’t you say you had to work? maybe we should stop,” he says that, yet he’s smirking. he hasn’t even taken off your shirt yet, and you have half the mind to go back to work and try and act as if his behavior doesn’t affect you so heavily.

you’re silent, coherency on its last thread. jing yuan is aware and decides to give you a little break.

he gestures for you to lift your arms, and despite the weakness in them, you use your last remaining bits of strength to give jing yuan leeway of ridding you of your shirt.

and before you can do anything else, his teeth are kissing bruises into your skin, soothing them with pecks of his lips right after.

your fingers go behind his neck to grip the roots of his hair and your head tilts back as your lips part to make shape of his name.

jing yuan’s lips are occupied so he decides to busy his hands as well. his thumb teases the curve of your nipple that’s glossy from his saliva as his other thumb nears dangerously close to your clothed clit. he eagerly lifts your skirt to make way for his hand, anticipation going through the roof at the feel of your heavily soaked panties.

“tell me where you want me,” he groans out.

“touch me here,” you whimper, placing his hand right against your panties.

his smirk returns and his voice takes on a condescending tone, “but i am touching your there, aren’t i?”

“jing yuan!!” you moan breathily, voice coated in half pleasure and half anger. at the sound jing yuan’s lips curl into a smile.

a ghost of his finger right over where you needed him most has a loud whine leaving your lips. it’s not exactly what you wanted, but with your general, you’d take what you could get.

but you don’t even notice how quick you gyrate your hips in search of that familiar friction. you unintentionally shoved jing yuan’s face in your chest, your face in his hair and arms moved to wrap around his neck as you moan prettily.

you’ve hit the point where your mind is blank and only in search of pleasure, something that jing yuan experiences with you a lot.

but instead of disciplining you for this behavior as he usually would when you got out of hand, he sets his heavy hands on your waist to help guide your movement, teeth nipping at your skin. he’s happy with his decision once your noises get louder and your grip around his tightens.

jing yuan’s mind clouds and he can’t help admitting that he likes this side of you, the side of you that cares not for his pleasure and just wants to use him for your own.

jing yuan taglist : @ceylestia @comettheasteroid @voidsatoru @blazervain @meaningofaeons

blade taglist : @shrimp-anon @caesadele i just realized how small my blade taglist is omg

[flxttxr]

hii could make a part two of the connor dating hcs?

of course!!

DATING CONNOR HCS PT TWO.

ok so

i bet he wants to learn ANYTHING you’re interested in or anything you’re good at

even if he cant learn it he’ll join in w you and do that task, failing ofc, but will join in for the laughs

child of demeter? you grow plants? will try to grow plants w you

at one point his plants are almost dying and hes slightly (very) upset and you feel bad

so one time when hes asleep you go up to his plants and like help em bloom w your powers

next day he sees his plants all grown and stuff

hes beaming like a ball of sunshine

child of apollo? you know how to do archery? he will copy you and try to shoot arrows but will miserably fail, he doesn't even know how to hold a bow

you help him out and teach him

he still doesn't get it but he just likes that concentrated look on your face trying to teach you

the way your eyes squint when you're aiming

the way you shout out w joy when you hit bullseye

anyways ill stop w the apollo child hcs im gonna post em later

also i feel like that he wants to make you food

but doesn't know how

bUT LUCKILY

TRAVIS KNOWS

and travis teaches connor and connor makes you some food

mind you he takes ages to learn how to make stuff

probs burnt himself even what you're making isn't related to something that will burn you

but he gives you a surprise by cooking/baking you your favourite food

you thank him by giving him cuddles

ON THE TOPIC OF CUDDLES YALL ARE PROBS WONDERING HOW HE CUDDLES YOU

ok so know i mentioned yalls spooning

but like i swear

sometimes when one of you is laying in bed

either of you legit jump on the bed and on to the person laying on it

connors strong he doesnt mind if you land on him too hard

but when its his turn he doesnt put too much force and probs jumps a lil bit off track yk just in case you dont get hurt

these are yalls idk really cheerful moods for cuddling

when yalls are just sad, tired, or just peaceful and soft and wanna have a calm cuddle session

one of you just nuzzles their face into the others chest

while the other strokes the nuzzler's hair and an arm around their back

im sorry if you don't get it

also please wear his clothes

PLEASE

THEYRE SO COMFY AND NICE

and like he loves it

he tries to hide it but its so goddamn obvious

the way his cheeks get rosy

and he suddenly he fiddles his fingers

if you try to be cocky and say

"cat got your tongue?" or smth hot like that to mock him

he'll be red ALL OVER

probs tries for a witty retort but messes up his words

you just laugh cutely and go up to him and hug him

if you're more of the sweet and kind type

and be like "what?" while tilting your head and confused why hes red

he'll just laugh at your cuteness, swoop in for a kiss and say "nothing, love"

okay that is the end of my hcs

i was not too creative writing these

MIGHT make a part 3

[jiminrings]

i just reread ll (after seeing that yoongi pic on twt..... loml) AND UGH IM SO MAD AT THAT FIGHT WHY DID HE SAY THAT AND OH MY GOD WHERE IS OC SLEEPING OMG DID SHE STAY THE NIGHT AT TAEHYUNGS (not like that ..... nasties 😑) WHATS GOING ON. WHAT IS JUNGKOOK GONNA DO WHEN YOONGI OR SEOKJIN FIND HIM WHAT IF YOONGI KILLS HIM OR SMTH

cold senior!y/n x stem major!koo masterlist :D

you leave jungkook alone in your dorm after a fight — but at the same time, he gets left alone with yoongi and jin, who still aren't sure what to think of him especially now

aka part two of the ll couple's first fight

"i think i'm gonna crash."

seokjin yawns and says out loud without the knowledge that he's speaking out loud, his hands fumbling for the dorm keys amongst the numerous keychains he has a knack for collecting

"you drank one cup of coffee, jin," yoongi snorts because as far as he recalls two hours ago, jin even made him drink his remaining coffee because he couldn't take any more

yeah well sCREW jin for trying to stay awake the whole day alright!!!! he made a roadtrip out of scouring each individual part he wanted to add to his fancy PC setup he's been saving a pretty penny for

he doesn't say it at all but yoongi carries immense happiness in tagging along with errands even if it serves him no purpose <3 sometimes he just likes being a keychain to his best friends and he's happy!!

"yeah, hot coffee — the worst," jin elaborates his dislike for hot coffee even if both you and yoongi heard it a hundred times before

he's noisily trying to find the right key and he's surprised you haven't woken up and just oPENED the door for them, but he's cluelessly and thoroughly entertaining yoongi aka the guy who hAS his own key yet refuses to use just so that he could see his friend suffering some more

at this point, your neighbors probably think you’re getting robbed but thankfully jin finally manages to put in the right key, a satisfactory sigh leaving him when it finally clicks and turns the right way

the dorm is dark and noT dim like what they’re used to, probably something to be blamed to the hellfire of rain that’s going on outside

jin’s carelessly removing his shoes by his own feet, only stopping when yoongi harshly pinches him on the side before he does it to himselF on the inside of his arm

“ow! what was-“

he soothes the sore spot on his side because yoongi can reallyyyyyy put his two fingers close without pinching and therefore make it hurt even more, eyes all around the place before it stops on a familiar figure

a familiar figure, sure. welcome? not exactly.

"huh. you're still here? are you staying the night?"

seokjin asks out loud to jungkook who’s standing by himself beside the couch with his hands bunched, worried eyes fixed on them

"where's y/n?"

yoongi asks and it’s made evident how the both of them have different intentions to acquire for, but they all boil down to you nonetheless

jungkook’s throat dries because it hasn’t even been an hour that he’s left alone in yoor dorm, not expecting it either that your two friends would come home this quick

"that's the thing,” he mumbles and yoongi picks it up first, slithering around jin to confirm if he’s really hearing jungkook

what does he mEAN that’s the thing???

"y/n left."

jungkook’s with the two of them now but oddly enough, he doesn’t feel cornered even if the two of them are positioned as if they’re trapping him

he feels more alone than he is cornered, fresh tears stinging at the back of his eyes that he doesn’t want to show yoongi nor jin

"what did you just say?" yoongi asks more in confusion than in disbelief, narrowing his eyes at your boyfriend

"why would she leave at this hour and at this weather? not to mention, leave you alone with us."

jin raises a valid point to put into everyone’s head how bizarre the situation is and not to spook jungkook out, but it sounds like the latter to him which is why he snorts at the startled look

"calm down, kid. we're not gonna rough you up if that's what you're thinking," he reminds him because they’re not tHAT unhinged when it comes to you, walking to the refrigerator to down the nearest water bottle, ".... not unless??"

he still carries a playful edge to him because as much as he’s worried about you, atleast one of the three of them in this room should be far from having a breakdown to level the others

yoongi’s not done with his questioning streak because he presses further, sitting at the couch in your exact seat that makes jungkook gulp

god it’s now just hitting him that you left

"why did she leave?"

"w-we fought."

there’s slight hesitance in his tone because he’s not exactly surE if he should be telling that he fought with you to your friends, but he sets aside the possible consequences because after all, it’s you that they’re conversing about

yoongi nods to himself, having a hunch that the both of you must’ve fought and when he looks up at him, he only belatedly realizes that your boyfriend’s now blonde

"what did you do?"

he goes straight for it, startling jungkook

he’s not necessarily offended that yoongi asked him what he did because if you ask him, this is really aLL his fault

"i-i'll get to that but uh shouldn't we look for y/n first?"

...

..... okay that was understandable

yoongi knows where he’s coming from, nodding to acknowledge him

"not the first time this happened," he admits quietly and that leaves jungkook speechless, watching him intently which is why it made sense that yoongi’s not out of his mind panicking just like he is, "y/n left the dorm when she and seokjin fought."

yoongi says it even quieter and jungkook gets why, because as low as his mumble went, seokjin still managed to hear it

it must’ve been a sore spot that jin doesn’t want to tell him all about, atleast right now, because he looks down to his feet as if he’s been burnt

"it was a serious fight, but it was long ago,” he mumbles under his breath and the reminder of their fight which he’s tried to bury in the back of his head throws him off his feet slightly, “she doesn't really leave when it's just a petty fight or something."

yoongi somberly smiles at jin as some sort of apology for bringing it up, not wanting to put salt on the wounds as he just redirects his attention to jungkook

"i'm asking you for the last time, jungkook — what did you do?"

there’s no direct pressure behind his words but the three of them know that it would drastically help if he just said so

there’s no moral compass that he tries to steer because he himself wants to tell yoongi and jin, even if it means having to put the little respect and love they have for him on the line

jungkook doesn’t sugarcoat and retells all the way from what happened with the hoseok situation until he finishes with what happened merely an hour ago, almost scared to look up at the both of them

jin humorlessly chuckles and shakes his head to himself, still perched against the kitchen counter

"low fucking blow, kid."

surprisingly, yoongi became the lenient one

jungkook’s head aches because the two of them switched attitudes in a matter of minutes!!!! jin is the one that sounds like he hates being in the same room as him and yoongi is the one that tolerates hin generally

he could oNLY assume that the retelling of the events must’ve hit jin one way or another, somehow connected to what the two of you fought about long ago

yoongi takes the liberty to speak after jin’s remark, nudging jungkook by the knee to sit beside him

"y/n's hurt, of course, because as much as she had flings and casual fucks and whatnot," he trails around but doesn’t look to jungkook who’s wide-eyed thy he’s even letting him sit beside him, “you're her first boyfriend."

...

....

...... what

“i am?”

jungkook asks in confusion and the regret creeps up to him not a second later, the ringing in his ears blocking out the rain and even jin’s announcement that he’ll call you

he nods and kook knows that he’s not only saying this to pull at his tail, simply because he’s aware that yoongi doesn’t joke around with him

with jin entering his room to call you, that leaves him alone with yoongi and it barely registers in his head that this is the first time it’s only the two of them after that time when he threatened to give him a knuckle sandwich and the sort

"was starting to entertain and like the idea of you in y/n's life — our lives, y'know?"

yoongi initiates conversation and kook gets startled even more, tripping over his words because he can’t grasp at the situation fully

"i'm sorry, yoongi. i-i really am."

"hate to say this but," he clicks the roof of his mouth with his tongue, fiddling with his bracelets, "i know you are."

???

jungkook’s confusion at your friend’s words is what distracts him from his remorse, not believing his ears

yoongi believes him??? he knOws that he actually feels sorry for having done what he did??

"y/n doesn't like being accused, i think no one really does," he starts off carefully, “it's not my story to tell but it's for you to understand that y/n, y'know...."

jungkook swallows the lump on his throat for whatever yoongi’s gonna say next, a furrow in his brow as he chooses his words

“she doesn't come from a past wherein assurance is at face value,” he clears his throat, "that's all i can tell you."

jungkook nods and he tries to contain his thoughts because he doesn’t want to assume. he’s only gonna take what you give and he’ll willingly wait for that time you tell him all about his past

he does have a clue about your family because he asked that one time if he’d be meeting your parents because you’re a senior and you’re graduating soon, but you only shaked your head no and said “yoongs and jin are enough” for your ceremony

yoongi feels sorry, but he’s not sure for who :(

all he knows is that his heart aches, even if it’s for the boy in front of him that he swore he’d hate, but is now unconsciously worming his way into his heart

he’s no stranger to what jungkook feels because he felt the same type of territoriality and the insecurity that came along with it — the one he used to have over you, in that platonic soulmate sense he didn’t realize at the time

"it's not my place to tell you either, but sooner or later, insecurity will consume you, jungkook."

the guy in question nods eagerly because yoongi manages to address the struggle he has in his mind, acknowledging the issue at-hand fully

"y/n can't baby you forever,” yoongi sighs, “but you can't be ditched whenever she feels like it either."

:O

did...

did yoongi just take his side.....

jungkook kNOWS in the back of his head that yoongi’s neutral, but it all just registers in his head that for the first time, yoongi’s on his side, even in a sense

"talk it out. just sleep in her room for the meantime. fix it in the morning,” he starts to gather himself to stand, pausing to look at jungkook in the eye, "i'd hate to see my soulmate hurting."

the thing is, jungkook knows that yoongi’s your soulmate :-)

you told him that once and as much as you explained that it was only platonic, jungkook quickly understood it, much to your surprise

he knows he doesn’t know the entirety of you, but he knows that when he looks at yoongi, he’s looking at you too :)

yoongi gives him the ghost of a smile, making jungkook blink twice

"sooner or later, the two of us need to talk."

jungkook’s contented with that, smiling back at him

"good night, yoongi."

"good night, jungkook."

( ♡ )

ok.,.,.

“don’t come home, it’s pouring. or go back to your dorm, whatever. i don’t care.”

okay you dO in fact care!!!

it’s been more or less two hours since you left the dorm and you know this because jungkook’s been texting you without fail, only stopping twenty minutes ago that makes you look at the time

it’s 11 o’clock :O

either he’s asleep like he usually would be at this time, or he walked home

in fact, you don’t even know if jungkook is still at your dorm

your phone rings all of a sudden that it makes you flinch, scrambling to see who it was and you don’t know if it’s disappointment or relief coating you when you saw that it was jin

"and where is my favorite girl at this time of the night?"

you could only chuckle as you share a glance with the person whose dorm you crashed in, sending an eager greeting with his mouth full

"i'm at taehyung's. we're eating brownies right now."

when you knocked on tae’s door just two hours ago, the only thing he greeted you with was with a towel!!

he didn’t ask why you’re practically soaked in front of his doorstep because for whatever it is, it must probably be in good reason

truth be told, you didn’t even knOw where you were supposed to go but then tae popped into your head as the only sane person you know that would let you in at this time of the night without prior notice

it was a simple “jungkook and i fought.” to which he only nodded to, turned on the tv for you, and started baking brownies

"mhmm. what kind?"

you chew on the chocolate fudge, slightly chuckling at what jin’s insinuating

"the kind that doesn't leave you disoriented."

he hums at that and you could picture him swiveling on his gaming chair he bought just a week ago, his phone tucked to his ear closely

"the same kind that makes you able enough to come home tonight?"

"yeah,” you breathlessly agree, fiddling with the matching bracelet you have with jungkook, “same kind."

you could only assume now that they've seen jungkook and he's still saying there, all alone but with them

your heart warms at the thought that indirectly, jin’s making you come home to reunite you with jungkook, knowing that there’s an impending conversation sooner or later

"want me to pick you up? you'll get a cold."

"i'll borrow tae's umbrella. i'll come home when we finish the brownies."

the both of you know that it’s code for you just wanting a little more time before you come back, and also because you really wanna dO finish the brownies that tae warmly made for yoy

"mkay," jin smiled at your response, "i'll lock the door but just send me a text and i'll open it for you."

"won't you be sleeping?"

"i'll stay up. i'm not sleepy."

jin replies just as quick, a complete 180 to what he said when he initially came home that he wanted to crash because of the hot coffee he drank

you wordlessly thank him and he acknowledges it, happy to atleast know that you heeded his concern for you to come home tonight

"get home safe. love you."

it’s not only minutes later than you thank taehyung immensely and promise to take him to the aquarium as your thanks, finding yourself in your dorm that seokjin ushers you into with a peck on your head

you rush to your room and you’re greeted with the airconditioning turned on, seeing a lump beneath your comforter that you automatically know it’s jungkook sleeping

you're still damp from the rain but you change quickly to the first set of clothes you can grab from your drawers, not wasting a second longer

you sneak into your own bed, the same one that’s carrying jungkook

his sleep hasn’t even been the deepest and the moment he feels a shuffle beside him, he’s woken up immediately

“i’m here.”

jungkook realizes it’s you with the way your voice is soft and the way you hold his arm when you climb into the covers, wordlessly embracing him from behind

"i'm sorry. it's all my fault,” he says sincerely as he turns his body so he could face you, caging you in with his arm

"i'm sorry i stormed out on you."

he feels you nuzzle to the crook of his neck and it calms him down, the familiar scent of you enough to make his eyes close without fear

it only hits you now that this is the first time the two of you cuddle, much less share a bed

"love you."

it’s barely audible but it leaves you nonetheless, not expecting a reply in return but you get one anyways from a sleepy yet overwhelmingly-content jungkook

"i love you the most."

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as always, lmk what you think!! i love answering asks :D what do you want to see from the lunchbox lovers next? send them here <3

[plounce]

JUST READ YR DR WHO WDMK AU CONCEPT AGAIN AND IM SO EMO THANKS

THANK YOU IT IS CLASSIC ROB MOLLYGLOCK FARE………. also im still just so like. hrmmmmgh. about the fact that the third time caleb sees molly is the last time molly sees him. because Molly Dies Saving Him And Nott. and molly having to hide how used to caleb he is, and having to pretend he’s not as comfortably besotted & happy to see him as he actually is because no spoilers!

i am also so like… into caleb seeing molly again after he died for the first time on molly’s end, and on the one hand there’s excitable gung-ho jester SO excited about the carnival and the mystery and the running around the market planet that they’re doing… but also her shabby chaperone/chauffeur who just can’t stop Staring at him? and molly loves attention/being paid attention to, but it’s so much more than the gawking/ogling he’s gotten in the past, because… well. WE know why. but caleb is much better at hiding that he Knows molly than molly ever was vice versa

(more under the cut because god if i am anything but a big stupid rambling dumbass)

and then caleb pulls some heroics (although of course jester saves the day) and molly is like oh this guy is Cool! (because before that caleb was barely talking (because he was coming to terms with like. Molly Is Here And Oh God I’m Gonna Be In Love With Him/Am Falling In Love With Him n all)

and then the carnival falls apart and molly realizes that jester WASN’T stretching the truth about how caleb here has a time and space traveling machine, and caleb hesitantly (because he’s afraid of maybe doing something he’s not actually Supposed to do) volunteering to try to fix the vortex manipulator gustav gave molly before he was arrested, and molly hops at the chance to get outta here! especially because he has found out that the planet has some people who Knew him before he was molly.

caleb slowly but faithfully works on the vortex manipulator when they have downtime, trying to stop himself from working too slow but also working too fast - adds in some features he can remember molly mentioning/using that aren’t present in the original device he has in his hands - and they adventure through the cosmos.

at some point molly finds his coat in one of the closets (see the first post) and caleb was certain that he’d closed off that room to prevent paradoxes, but molly comes swanning into the console room with the tattered burnt thing, eyes alight with delight and asking hey can i have this? it’s outrageous! and caleb can do nothing but stop and stare and have gears turn in his head, until molly goes so… that’s a no? and caleb sputters for a moment and then finds himself saying ja, ja, it is all yours. it is very… you.

after that, it’s a common sight to find molly stitching and repairing the thing, filling in the holes and rips with exotic fabrics and threads he finds around the universe, making it all his (and such, exactly as it looked in caleb’s memory, but cleaner and more whole). caleb doesn’t say anything except prompted-by-jester compliments on what a great job molly is doing with it, and he wonders.

one of the “episodes” in the jester&molly companionship involves molly being Kidnapped! by the tomb takers. or some kind of thing involving lucien coming back to bite him. and caleb almost tries to just escape (because he’s trying to outrun the hurt he’s going to have when molly leaves him for the “first” time and for “later” when he leaves him by dying) and jester is like NO you fucking NUMBNUTS im gonna CRASH THIS SPACESHIP IF U DO THAT! HE’S DEPENDING ON US and caleb is like oh god of course. christ alive what was i thinking i’m the worst. and he does the right thing, because of course, he wouldn’t be caleb if he didn’t eventually do the right thing, no matter how tempted he is by selfish running

molly doesn’t leave right after that but it’s sort of the beginning of the end of the jester&molly era. there’s some more filler and then one more big adventure where molly gets to be the one who saves the day and there’s like… a moment where one of them is knocked out and the other like. strokes their cheek. U Know. or smth like that that indicates the beginning of the blossoming of Real Concrete Feelings.

i think it might be molly who does that to caleb because i think caleb has been having little moments like that throughout the season? because he already had time to see molly being great - to see molly in love with him (i think it’s kind of easier to fall in love with someone when they’re already in love with you (not in a Bad way - you get what i mean)) - while this is molly first seeing caleb and discovering all the things he likes about him. because molly always falls for caleb faster than caleb falls for molly.

oh ok here’s a sample idea - caleb falls in some fashion, molly runs to him, checks he’s still breathing - but The Plot Timer is still ticking so he consciously stops himself from fretting and mutters to himself “time for that later” and kisses caleb on the forehead So sweetly (u know.) and then runs back to the plot

after that, caleb realizes there’s nothing else he can do for the vortex manipulator, and molly is in the console room sewing or embroidering or darning socks or whatever, and caleb clears his throat and says “mr. mollymauk” and molly visibly perks up, and caleb thinks to himself, so fondly, he has never been able to hide it. and then he puts his fondness away and says “i believe i have repaired gustav’s device.”

and molly brightens, and then his face falls for a moment, and then he makes himself smile again and goes over to caleb, who shows him how to make it work, all while molly leans against him and watches.

one of the filler eps yasha appears! caleb and nott met her at some point before molly - caleb didn’t know she and molly were close until molly’s first meeting. i think she has like… uncontrollable space travelling herself. made of stardust or something. weird scifi stuff (handwave). i like the idea of her slowly starting to shimmer like on her hand or something and knowing that soon she’ll sort of dissolve into glitter like she’s being beamed up in star trek.

anyway we get to see a private conversation between them where molly talks about all these Funny Feelings he’s having and how he’s kind of scared of them and how he doesn’t think caleb would be comfortable travelling with him if he knew about them. he’s never felt like this before, and it’s… it’s weird. he doesn’t want his happiness to hinge so much on someone else. despite everything, he has a very strong instinct to flee responsibility and commitment, and that instinct is at war with his affection for his traveling companions.

so yasha offers to travel with him for awhile when caleb finishes fixing gustav’s device, as long as she can - she thinks caleb and jester get into a lot of very serious fun, and does molly even want to get into that many world-shattering ethical dilemmas a month? molly laughs, says yeah, you got me, i’m kind of thinking about splitting off on my own to… sort all this out in myself. and it wasn’t fun to have a target painted on jester and caleb’s backs because of shit lucien did. that’s not their problem.

he thinks that maybe one thing he’ll try to do - as he stumbles across it, of course, he’s not gonna devote his whole life - is stamping out lucien’s bloodstained and corrupted legacy (this is in part because he spent this season being around caleb and learning that like… you should help fix the past, doesn’t have to be atonement, but you should do what you can where you can with what you have to right wrongs). he’s kind of scared of being alone but he’s met so many people on his travels, helped them and made them smile - and he knows

there is always the tardis, somewhere in the universe, with a dear friend inside.

so anyway, yasha sends molly the coordinates of where she is, and caleb gets the tardis to that place, and the four of them hang out for a day or two, one last hurrah. and then … well, time to go! molly likes goodbyes to be easy, doesn’t like drawing them out. “and i’m sure i’ll you see you again someday,” he says, and caleb gives him a crooked smile and replies, in a rare moment of loose lips, “that is very, very likely.”

and molly brightens because he understands by now caleb’s way of talking around his own knowledge, and this goodbye feels easier because it’s not forever. they have a long way ahead of them! how exciting, to know there’s a future, to know the future has friends in it.

as jester says goodbye to yasha, molly tugs caleb away and thanks him for everything, and caleb thanks him for everything - and there’s that look in caleb’s eyes again, like he’s drinking him in like a man headed into a desert, and molly doesn’t quite understand why caleb has always looked at him that but he know it excites him, emboldens him - emboldens him so much that he darts in and kisses caleb, right on the corner of his mouth, closed and chaste but still a kiss.

then he turns to skip away, saying “i look forward to meeting up with you, mr caleb,” trying to make this not a big deal so caleb doesn’t feel pressured or uncomfortable (kind of cursing himself for being an impulsive bastard when he shouldn’t have been), when caleb catches his wrist or arm or whatever, and he says “you too, mr mollymauk,” and he leans in and kisses molly on the cheek. and molly’s giddy and caleb’s a little embarrassed and they’re both just standing there, smiling a little stupidly and just… excited about this Thing between them.

and then jester’s hollering KISS! KISS! KISS! DO A REAL KISS!!!!!! WITH TONGUE!!!!!!!!!!!! and molly’s hollering back YOU HAVE TO PAY FOR A SHOW and caleb’s laughing softly, and oh, he’ll miss this, but there’s so much he knows he hasn’t seen yet, and right now he feels like he can cope with the grief always hanging over him.

[aph-2p-headcanons]

Random-Ass Headcanons

François has a p noticeable French accent (which gets worse the more fatigued/ drunk he gets) and his voice is actually v relaxing it’s low, a lil raspy from his shmokes, and slow

he also will Not speak French w Mattie bc Canadian-French disgusts him 

he can’t do hair on himself/ others v well except for French braids and messy/ fairly neat buns only 

dedicated ballet dancer veteran!! (L'Academie Princesse Grace altho in Monaco is one of his few sources of happiness); he’s also a charming waltz dancer too ;0

he can sing kind of–depends on the song tbh

Matthieu religiously watches Letterkenny and actually binge-watches it w Allen from time-to time

one time Allen dared him to chug an entire bottle of raw maple syrup and so of course he did it and he deadass stared Allen tf down while doing so. He threw up afterward tho

he’s p much Wayne in Letterkenny–got the sass and the ass too

Zao will do  a n y t h i n g  the love of his life–he’ll even work on breaking his worst habits (addiction) just to improve their image and of course not be as worried for him

he and Allen are the worst at sending memes to their close ones at like 3AM–and not just any memes, my guy, nuh-uh no siree bob. We’re talking those absolutely horrific ones that you’d only see in the most hellish of fever dreams (yanno, f r e s h o a t s, those terrifying pepe faces that are either realistic-looking or have the cruddy cartoon look)

he’ll walk into room reeking of weed and barely notice

he’s bffs w Allen (who sees him as more of a friend) and Allen loves to call him Zao Medong just to piss him off bc Zao ain’t rly abt the “commie lyfe”

if someone tries to piss him off he’ll eventually notice and just gradually begin to only respond to them using rage face memes

he’s kicked the ceiling more than once by accident

Ion sucks dickcock at figuring out technology bc he’s never patient enough to learn how to use it right but can only fluently navigate a feckin Nook 

except he’s a literal genius w mechanics/ engineering what tf

he used write fanfics but every last one’s all burnt up now and speaks not of it ever

it’s physically impossible to get this man drunk–that or he’s stoic af when drunk

Allen can dance af like François but like hip-hop, modern tap, and contemporary (w a woky twist, not rly so artsy-fartsy) 

sure of course Allen curses like ye ole stereotypical Brooklyn fellow BUT I also feel like he’d be one to take from Markiplier’s way of cussing out in his gameplays (dickbag, dickwad, douche-canoe…)–I’m p sure his go-to phrase for calling out those annoying f-boys is smth like “Okay, Mr. Fuckboy McDickwad” (it really rolls off the tongue)

he yells “AW, TITS” whenever he messes up smth/ smth bad happens (that’s not devastating of course)

Gillen, drunk off his ass?? It’s possible, and it’s BAD. He turns into some unbelievable god of sex appeal and can pole dance anywhere he wants (going off ya boi’s flexible hc) bc have seen his ripped muscles???

he’s selectively mute and it’s extremely rare that anyone will ever hear his voice–except for Lutz at times when they’re alone 

poor bab hates his complexion bc he’s so pale–but what he hates most of all are scars he’d self-inflicted in the past

Flavio is a frickin Belch God (as in we’re talkin Dragon-Monster of Hellbent Fury here) but you won’t know until he drinks soda which is incredibly rare

when he first started his career in fashion design, he worked for a lot of huge companies but would not especially design for ones whose models were encouraged unhealthy eating habits

found an online clothing store that has cute and cheap clothing, but is lowkey sketchy? Don’t worry, Flavi’s got your back he can instinctively tell when smth’s stolen from somewhere else

he has an affinity for starchy foods and hates himself for it

Luciano of course enjoys the finer things in life and that obviously includes a refined taste in memes

tbh he’s a trash bag made of 24K gold

you know what he’s actually p smart and is good at trig, calculus, chemistry, painting, that kinda stuff but he’s not exactly one to brag abt book-smarts even tho he naturally gives off condescending vibes and usually doesn’t mean to

his resting bitch-face is fuckin scary as all hell

oml he’s also vvv socially charismatic and can be sweet and supportive to his friends when they’re having a bad time

he can smell a fake-ass bitch from at least two lightyears away

his Italian accent’s a lil heavier than Flavi’s

he smirks a lot when he’s speaking thinks he’s effin hot shite

[kkukkung]

Uh not to be gross but seeing jooheon angry and watching shownu fucking deck minhyuk made me but so hard I can't see anymore

NUT* FUCK

me..,,,,, both from shownu throwing a punch and from minhyuk getting hit skfjkkjfd he looks so hot roughed up? also yes angry jooheon is sexy bc i feel like,,,,, it’s an accurate portrayal of how he’d rly be if u pushed him that far (whereas for someone like shownu it could never get there so his punch was pure wish fulfilment???)

some shine forever reaction asks under the cut

this is all nonsense n talk of meat-beating don’t bother lmfao

Kihyuk gave me a blood kink bye

YEAH.......... not to be problematic.,,,,.,, but the bruised up sad boys aesthetic is hot? like rly hot?? also just a big nut for kihyuk in general thenk u starship

Is minhyuk gonna have a round with each member to play the Pained Gay in next albums? he only has like 4 left

jdfkjfjfkssjk when will starship give me a wonhyuk pained gay moment.... the gayest members for my gay heart...

Minhyuk in the mv.....*that one gif of Shinee that says 'jams sadly' but it says 'nuts sadly'*

sombre nut for lmh... beats m’meat sadly...,

I would like to write Kihyun one of those white people restaurant reviews that go smth like "the food was too spicy, the chairs???spicy. the air was spicy" because there's nO OTHER EXPLANATION AS TO WHY MY ENTIRE ASS IS ON FIRE.

i burnt my tongue watching the mv and cried hot sauce for three days and it was all bc of kihyun n minhyuk.... no poc pride we die like this

[lunaticmeap]

Well today has been a crappy day despite the nice windy weather

- 4 hrs of sleep (if that isnt instant crappy mood than idk what is) - it rained at like fucking 6am like you realise i gotta walk to the bus stop right? - practically failed my maths test for like the 2nd time in 1 term now - burnt myself on the sandwich press or smth and it stung like a bitch through english class - my housemate makes it really hard for me to even speak without feeling like shit despite the fact that im pretty sure i didnt do anything wrong (She just uses really strong pronouns in my native tongue, but they sound pretty horrible coming from her) - my friends back home are way too tied up in their own business to be available and basically i just got entirely ignored for caring about their wellbeing

(Kinda feels like I’ve just been left to the side, even though i know that im probably just being selfish)

[chanyeolthechogibitch]

Don’t Fret Over Burnt Toast

Member: Chanyeol from EXO

Word Count: 1.3k

a/n: I found a prompt that was something like “you’re sick and they insist on taking care of you but they mess everything up but you don’t care because you’re just glad they’re with you” and I wasn’t too sure about being able to write smth for it but I gave it a try

You’re due for another dose of dayquil so you venture to the kitchen to take it, hoping that it’ll make at least the pressure in your head subside. You return to your spot on the couch and flip through the channels mindlessly while consistently adding tissues to the mountain that exists as a result of a wonderful head cold you’ve developed. Although you’re under about 7 blankets with all the pillows from the couch built up around you, you still feel a chill thanks to a fever that’s been lingering. As you pause on food network to see if the show that’s on sparks your interest, you hear a knock at the door.

For a minute, you contemplate ignoring it and pretending like you’re not home but their knocking continues so you’re forced out of your cocoon to go see who it is. You look out of the peep hole and are surprised to see the face of your boyfriend.

You open the door, “Chan what are you doing? I told you that you can’t come over, I’m sick.” You gesture to your nose, red from blowing it so many times. Chanyeol does nothing but give you a big smile and says, “I’m here to take care of you.”

“That’s sweet but you’re also an idiot, you don’t want to end up sick too.” you tell him.

“I don’t care.” he replies, “You need someone to take care of you and that someone will be me.” he says as he stands there, looking at you with bright eyes.

You just stare at him because you really can’t argue with someone so precious. At your silence, he lets himself in and after putting down his bag, he leads you back over to the couch.

Once you’re settled he says, “I can make some tea, do you want some?” You reply, “Chan you really don’t have to do th-” but he shushes you mid sentence and heads to the kitchen.

You smile and shake your head, thinking to yourself How do I deserve someone so sweet?

This thought is soon interrupted by a crash from the kitchen and you immediately go to get up and see what’s going on but he quickly appears in the doorway “Don’t worry I just knocked something over, stay there.” he says and then rushes back to the kitchen. You laugh and turn your attention to the television where a baking show is now on.

After a little while, Chanyeol comes into the living room with two steaming mugs and you accept yours graciously as he sits down beside you.

You take a tiny sip, careful not to burn your mouth but Chanyeol apparently wasn’t so careful as beside you, you see his body jolt and then you hear him suck in air in an attempt to cool his now burnt tongue.

You can’t help but giggle a little at him as he moves his tongue in and out of his mouth. He notices you laughing and then joins you realizing how ridiculous he just looked.

It takes you both a moment to regain your composure then you turn your attention to the tv and he slips his hand into yours. You’re enjoying his company, but after a little, you can’t help but doze off.

Shortly later, you’re startled out of your sleep with the sound of the smoke alarms going off. It takes you a minute to orient yourself with the persistent, piercing sound blaring, not doing any favors for your headache. You become aware of Chanyeol’s absence and immediately jump up and go check the first place you think of.

When you turn the corner to the kitchen, you’re met with the sight of Chanyeol furiously fanning the area in front of the smoke detector with a towel in an attempt to make it shut off. You quickly examine the room, looking for the cause. You spot a pan on the stove but it seems to be fine. That’s when you notice two charred pieces of bread on the counter beside the toaster oven, which is tipped over. Also, to your confusion, you see that the loaf of bread is on the floor, half of it spilled out of the bag and scattered around.

He finally becomes aware of your presence in the doorway and as soon as the alarm shuts off he quickly begins to explain “I figured that I’d make some lunch for you to wake up to so I was trying to warm up some chicken noodle soup and make toast but something happened and the bread got stuck in the toaster and it got really smokey and set off the alarms I’m sorry.” he says all in one breath.

You take a moment before you respond as your mind is still a little clouded with sleep, not even mentioning all the medicine that’s in you. “It’s okay, here let me take that.” you say as you reach for the dish towel in his hand, but before you can grab it he holds it up over his head out of your reach.

“You should go back to the living room. I’m sorry for waking you up, you need your rest. The problem’s over with now so you can go back and I’ll bring you your food in…. now minus the toast.”

“Chan, it’s just a head cold not some terrible disease. I don’t have to be on bed rest.” you say, slightly exasperated.

“Also… what’s up with the bread on the floor?” you say as you gesture to the mess.

He must not have noticed it had happened as his expression changes to puzzled for a moment. He stands there looking at it, reaching his arm up to rub the back of his neck,  “Whoops I must’ve flung it off the counter when I started freaking out about the toaster.”

Suddenly, he puts his head in his hands and you see his shoulders drop as he exhales, “Ugh, god I’ve been screwing everything up.”

You walk over, wrapping your arms around him, “What? No, it’s okay.”

He uncovers his face and hugs you back, his large form wrapping around you. “I came here so I could take care of things and you could relax but I’ve caused it to be the exact opposite of relaxing. I’m sorry.” he says as he tilts his head down, his round eyes staring into yours.

“Chan, I promise it’s okay. What matters is that you cared enough to come and to try. I don’t care about the smoke alarm or the half of a loaf of bread on my kitchen floor,” you say with a small laugh, “I really just appreciate having you here with me.” you tell him, burying your head into his chest.

You stay like that for a moment until you realize, “I really don’t want to get you sick so doing that probably isn’t the best idea.” you say as you pull away from him but he stops you and draws you back into his arms. You both stand there for another minute, you enjoying the warmth of his body around you.

Finally he pulls back, “Oh I forgot about the soup.” he says as he hurries over and turns the burner off. You smile to yourself as you go to the cupboard to grab two bowls.

After you both have your soup, you make your way to the living room and get settled back onto the couch. You grab the remote and go to the guide where you see a marathon of Chopped was about to start.

You look over at Chanyeol without needing to say anything as he immediately nods so you select it and the rest of your day is spent resting and spending time with Chanyeol and you’re grateful to not have to spend the evening by yourself, wallowing in the fact that you’re sick.