#Had a great time. Loved seeing Miku and everyone again

[lethargicthylacine]

Miku Expo 2024 Chicago review: loved the crowed. Loved cheering for the big Miku plushie before the show. Merch line was insane, didn’t even try lol. Shout out to the guy who told us we actually had vip tickets. Beautiful cosplays everywhere

the screen broke immersion a bit, it felt they were dancing in the void instead of on stage. The band members were super buff and attractive and they looked like they were having the time of their life, ya love to see it

they gave my man Kaito two whole songs!! Hell yeah!! Hell yeah!! On that note I didn’t recognize as many songs this time but that’s because I’m old and behind the times

I had a magic moment when the confetti cannons went off. Bucket list moment for me right there, I’ll carry that with me forever 💕💕💕

All in all I’d do that again and again but I wish they’d bring the holograms back

[pjsk-headcanons]

HI ITS GLOBE ANON...SHINONOMES AHHHH (apologies for dying lol kind of wanted to get more art sided stuff done (i didnt))

shinonomes: distant

-basically, it was around middle school ena time when akito had that little line between "real" and "fake" start to blur

-ena knew he hated soccer but couldn't bring herself to say it to him. felt really guilty about it because after a while, she couldn't even look him in the eyes

-mental state was already pretty bad because of this, and then she got "the talk" from her teacher and then her dad confronted her too. she ended up throwing her art supplies out

-akito found out why she was having such a hard time, but he was already so deep into the spiral that the only thing he could do was avoid her

-they ended up just falling apart. they're so distant that they don't see each other at all. no phone numbers, just occasional notes on a counter. no birthday gifts

-can you tell they are my favourites (they are the ones on my display profile....hhhh)

summer festival, rekindled flames - post 1st anni

character boost: ena (focus), haruka, airi, akito, stage miku

-SUMMER FESTIVAL HAHAHA. pretty sure ena is not gonna have a good time. fashion and all

- ena didn't call akito to get her more comfortable shoes this time, who knew if she did what would happen next

-stage miku canonically likes food, like alot, so she is looking around with ena and admiring food

-airi and haruka meet in this one :D airi is preforming a small stand-up play, haruka is preforming a solo show

-akito simply admires the shows. ena sees him once and freaks out

-some enairi (platonic??) bonding maybe. a little bit of shinonome sibling backstory reveal

animal care? kamiyama clubfest! - post 2nd anni

character boost: rui (focus), akito, ena, nene, theater len

-literally what it sounds like i mean. reads i. mean text. i mean looks like i mea

-kamiyama is having a lil festival where clubs hold a lil stand for people to try out something related to the club so people join!!!

-since this is pre-3rd anni, the list goes like this

akito "helps out at various sports clubs"

ena doesn't have one. you gotta be kidding me

nene has film

rui has greening (for anyone who doesn't know, its like making more environmentally friendly stuff)

-rui gets kicked out of hosting the stand (everyone fears he will do something funny) and decides to look around

-animal care happens. seperate timing but this is probably where we learn akito's cynophobia

-meets ena (wanted to look around), akito, and nene seperately. theater len almost gets caught in open looking at a short film but nene gets him to hide right before akito pops up

-silly event, with some sibling mentions

blurry snapshots from that yesteryear - pre 4th anni

character boost: akito (focus), ena, an, minori, city MEIKO

-i love the word yesteryear. it doesn't even make sense (according to the oxford dictionary) in this occasion but i had to use it at some point ok

-akito goes to weekend garage and meets minori and an. minori mentions there being a live concert for stage○•showtime (yapping about how cool shizuku is)

-thinks huh. maybe i should go watch

-thinks for a bit too long in front of the two. an knows its normal behaviour and minori freaks out, talks to city MEIKO

-MEIKO says to keep an eye on him. if its that worrying

-day of preformance. minori fangirling and akito *DROPS FULL SHINONOMES FLASHBACK*

-ena spots him. oh no!!! gotta scram

-event story ends with ena coming home and her spotting a lil gift on the counter. she smiles a bit at it

sibling trust ranks are next + the asks in that one ask from a long time ago (sorry again. school sucks but there is a break soon so more content hopefully)

AAÀAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA have a great day mod!

🌐 anon

[slightlytoastedbagel]

It's time for the winter sekai gift exchange!! My gift is for @mccnstruck and it's a polyneed fic :D

They're building snowmen (Snow Mikus specifically). I hope you enjoy it!! (And also tagging @winter-sekai-gift-exchange so they can put all of the gifts in one place) (the fic is also under the cut)

"Ichi! Did you get the scarf?"

"Yes Saki! Hold on a second."

Stubby legs carried her up the hill to her three friends, a blue scarf bundled into her arms while she tried to not trip into the snow. Shiho had already laughed at her once for it. Plus, it would get Snow Miku's scarf damp, she doesn't deserve a cold, wet scarf! She would have offered her own but Honami insisted she kept it on.

Ichika had just about reached the top when her friends' work came into view. A snowman, about the same height as Shiho, stood at the centre of the hilltop. Two sticks where stuck into either side of the head, stones for eyes and the mouth, Honami's apple sliced up to make the hair bands and nose, a tie made from the last few leaves off the tree. She thought it was amazing.

"There you are!" Saki greeted her at the top, a giant grin on her face. She grabbed onto Ichika's arm to drag her over to Honami and Shiho, who were adding the final touches to their joint effort. "C'mon! You can put the scarf on!"

Honami giggled at their friend's enthusiasm and Shiho just grinned at them all. Ichika nodded and went to wrap the scarf around the snowman's neck. She stepped back to see their finished Snow Miku, a smile creeping onto her face.

"Ah! She looks perfect!" Honami cheered to her left, Saki nodding in agreement.

"Great choice, Ichika." Shiho commented on her right, she turned to smile back at her.

"Thanks Shiho! Although..." Ichika turned back to Snow Miku and finally realised what was missing. She ran back up to her and took off her blue mittens, putting the sticks used for her hair into each one. When she knew they wouldn't fall off, Ichika walked back to her friends.

Saki gasped happily to Ichika's last minute addition, Shiho chuckled along. Honami, however, started off worried.

"Ichika-chan, won't your hands get cold now?"

"Don't worry, Honami, I have my coat pockets!" Ichika shoved her hands into said pockets to prove her point. It convinced Honami, at least, because she relaxed and looked back to their creation.

"It is a lovely finish, good idea Ichika-chan."

Ichika giggled at her compliment. By then Saki and Shiho had gotten themselves into a snowball fight, which ended with them both tumbling down the hill. Honami ran after them with concern. Ichika stood at the top for a minute to watch the three of them.

She loves her friends.

~~~~

Ichika found the scarf at the bottom of her closet.

It was in a box full of things she couldn't bear to look at anymore, but could never bring herself to throw away. Photos, piles of sheet music, friendship bracelets (one of which was actually Shiho's, she must have left it here on accident) and the scarf. Miku's scarf.

There wasn't a need for it to be in the closet anymore, she was friends with Honami and Shiho again, Saki was out of the hospital and they had a band now. Leo/Need. Representing the Leonid meteor shower and how they need each other. Ichika thinks it's perfect for them. Plus, the four of them share a Sekai together! With a version of Miku in it! It's everything she could ever hope for!

She looks down to the scarf in her hands. Saki wanted to start doing more outside of just the band, right? Things friends would do, like shopping or visiting places together. Or maybe a walk in the park. The weather forecast said it would be snowing over the weekend...

Ichika sends a text to their group chat. Three replies come in fairly quickly. Everyone is free for Sunday.

She smiles and hopes they enjoy the surprise.

~~~~

"Ichi!!!"

Ichika only sees a blur of yellow latch onto her before she's trying to keep Saki and herself from collapsing into the snow. She succeeds, however now Shiho is laughing a them, so did she really? Honami is chuckling as well now that she looks at them both. Seriously...

Shiho moves to drag Saki off of her. The latter pretends to resist but turns to hug Shiho instead. She let's her.

"So what did you want to do today?"

Oh right, she did bring them outside for a reason. The scarf is wrapped around her neck, she clutches it and blushes slightly. A gasp is heard to her right, and she turns to see Honami staring at the scarf.

"Isn't that..."

She remembers? Saki clearly doesn't, at least not a first, turning her head like a confused cat. Or maybe a dog would be more appropriate with her. Shiho also looks confused. She may as well get on with it.

"I was looking through some of my older things the other day, and I found this scarf. Remember that night it snowed really hard and we all went to the park and built a Snow Miku?"

Saki gasps as if she was just told the truth behind Rin's disappearing cookies (Kaito ate them not knowing they were her's and now feels really bad and has been trying to make some as an apology) (he confessed to Ichika and Honami last week). Shiho's eyes widen.

"You kept that scarf this whole time?"

"I couldn't bring myself to throw it away... After everything I wanted to keep as much as I could about our time together. Even if I never actually used them since."

"Awwwww, Ichi!!!" Saki returns to bear hugging her. She flushes.

"So I'm guessing you wanted to build another snowman?" Honami asks, possibly out of mercy. Saki stops crushing her to instead gasp and jump about in excitement.

"Ooooh! Yes! Is that what you wanted to do, Ichi? Yes I want to build another snowman!"

Shiho laughs, Ichika somehow feels herself becoming even more flushed. She doesn't take notice of it, instead allowing Saki to drag her through the park. Up a certain hill.

"Huh. This is where we built the last one." Shiho pipes up before Ichika could say it. She just nods in agreement instead.

"Oooooh. Wait, we have the scarf, but a snowman needs more than one scarf. Hona, come with me!" Saki talks so quickly Ichika struggled to keep up, but then Saki was leading Honami away by the arm. Despite the initial shock, Honami went along with her to the closest tree. Saki said something to her before kneeling down onto the ground. Honami began looking at the tree branches that had broken off.

Shiho nudges Ichika, she looks away from the other two.

"We may as well get started." Shiho said, already moving to build the snowman's body. Ichika nods despite the fact Shiho can't see her and moves to roll up a head. She was halfway there when Saki and Honami returned. The latter handed her sticks over to Saki before assisting Shiho in forming the body. Saki starts jumping on the spot in excitement, one hand full of sticks and the other full of rocks.

Before long, Ichika had built up the head and moved it towards the body, waiting to put it on top. Shiho had paused, pondered for a second, before nodding and stepping back to let Honami and Ichika move the head on. Once that was done, Saki walked up to the snowman to put the rocks into the head for eyes and the mouth. She also stook the two sticks into the side.

"Hmmmm. Can I have the scarf Ichi?"

Ichika nodded and handed over the blue scarf to Saki, who proceeded to wrap it around the snowman's neck and tied it up at the front.

"There! We have no leaves this time, but Snow Miku has her tie!" Saki presents her work to the other three with jazz hands, Honami clapping along and Shiho trying to hide a chuckle. Ichika smiles, but ponders the Snow Miku for a second. They were hit with a cold breeze and she put her hands into her coat pockets to keep them warm. As she did so she felt something in her right one. Her old mittens. That's what was missing.

Ichika walked up to the snowman and, once again, put the mittens onto the sticks used for Miku's hair. Then, she stepped away again and smiled.

"You kept the mittens as well?" Shiho asks teasingly.

"I suppose I did. I hadn't realised they were in that pocket." Ichika blushed again. She was doing that a lot today.

An "awww" could be heard from Saki and Honami smiled warmly. The four looked at their second Snow Miku together.

"Thank you, Ichika-chan."

"Hmm?"

"Thank you for inviting us to build another Snow Miku." Honami explained. Saki and Shiho are quick to agree with her. Ichika feels warm watching the three of them.

"Your welcome."

She would build a million Snow Mikus if it would make them happy.

[xerith-42]

Some Thoughts On Miku Expo 2024 (AZ)

So. Let's get the big one out of the way. I knew going into this concert that I was not going to be seeing the proper Miku hologram, which was cringe, but my friends and I had been preparing for this for a while and we're too excited to give up on it. We were determined to make the best out of a potentially bad situation.

And I will say, there was some good stuff at that concert. While the LED screen certainly wasn't ideal, the model they projected onto it was incredibly expressive, fluid, and honestly real in a way that a projection shouldn't be. That's just the power of Hatsune Miku I guess. And the band was absolutely incredible, I think I fell in love with the bassist.

For the songs I knew I had a great time. I was singing and dancing along, the crowd was really energized, there was something special in the room. And even some of the songs I didn't know I had fun dancing to. Vocaloid music almost always slaps. There's another positive I want to bring up, but I'm holding onto that for a bit. There is one more positive I promise.

But uhhh... There was a bit of a problem with the set list. I knew 2 songs on it. I would consider myself a more casual Hatsune Miku fan, I was more into her in middle school and listened to a lot of her classic songs. In fact my outfit was themed around my favorite of these, Two Faced Lovers. And they didn't play it! Even though it's one of her most popular songs ever of all time!!

I don't object to newer music being played, but part of the concert experience is the collective feeling you get there. The sense of community when you all sing along to a song in this room, looking at your idol on stage. But most of the crowd didn't seem to know these songs either. I would wager a lot of them were people who have been Vocaloid fans since their formative years, and the classics from those older eras mean a lot to people. It really limited the collective experience when most of us didn't know 80% of the songs on the set.

Furthermore, the LED projection was incredibly limited, and underutilized. I won't pretend to know anything about how it works but it really sucked that the visuals were so... Typical. I don't know if you've ever seen a Vocaloid music video, but those things are so visually stimulating, full of really creative and bonkers animation. They have songs with incredibly striking visuals attached to them that they could have put on the screens surrounding the stage, but they didn't do that.

I would say overall the experience was worth it. But it wasn't because of most of the set list, or because of the visuals, or because of the lighting. It was because of the people. The incredibly talented band that played with her. The masses of people who showed up in merch, in cosplay, doing choreography in line, playing games in the pit. It was the people who cheered for someone holding up a picture of Shadow The Hedgehog and all of us losing our shit over it. It was the Hatsune Miku plush without a hairline that got held up and caused us to all yell "BALD!" while pointing at it.

It was the people I made jokes with in the pit knowing I'd never see them again. It was the people who complimented my outfit and I did the same for them. It was the two Miku plushies that started fighting each other in the pit. It was everyone changing their light sticks to different colors for the different idols. It was the people. I know Miku is an artificial being, but she has a way of bringing people together and uniting us as one.

I just wish the event planners had utilized that properly.

[leffee]

How do you rank hair for the lps gang?

Oh mamma, I'm gonna have fun with this one. I'm about to do a deep dive analysis on this mf. Let's start with the easier ones, or rather the bald ones *vine boom sound*.

Sunil: so, well, he doesn't really have hair, but he does have those three strands of fur on his stupid little head. And I know what you're thinking, "it's just three little strands, not much here". And sure, until you realize how weird he looks without them. Fortunately, we have animation errors

Terryfying, I know. You gotta admit that they give him charm too. But! We do have songs during which he has hair:

I'm quite sure those are all the occasions he had hair. Anddd those are okay, nothing crazy for me, but not bad either, especially that last one. He gets a solid 5/10 which is a good score for a hair rating competition considering that he doesn't even have hair.

Penny Ling: okay, well, she's fully bald but she did have hair a few times too, specifically during humanarian and sweet shop songs:

And while I'm not a fan of the first one, the second one does look kinda good. I like the cherry on top. I like the color too, it's great. Considering all that she gets a... 4/10! Mainly because she's bald (but we love it). The sweet shop hair gets a 9/10 though.

And the last bald pet, Russell: Well, the least bald of them because he has those quills. Still not hair though! But them quills are good at replacing hairdos, those are quilldos if you will.

And can I just say how incredible they look in humanarian? I genuinely mean it, it looks amazing. It's kinda simple, but damn boy, he looks goood. I absolutely love it. It's still hair rating though so he gets a 6/10, mainly because those quills are pretty good hair-mimicking and just in general look good. If it wasn't a hair rating thing he would get a 10/10 but alas.

Now onto those who actually have hair, Pepper: she's unfortunately at a disadvantage because I'm a sucker for longer hair, but besides her regular hairdo she also has those:

Which are all okay, I'm I love this first one, plus her hair doesn't have any of those lines, and it actually looks pretty great? Smooth. The third one is what it needs to be and the second one, well, as I said I'm not a fan of short hair. Her hair does look good on her though so I guess I will give her 5/10.

Minka: okay, so her hair is rather short too, and you know what else she has? That's right, pigtails. And, you know what's weird? That most of the time I don't like this hairstyle but on her?? I can't tell you why but I do like it, not love it but like it. Maybe it's because of that fringe? Idk. Let's look at Minka's hairstyles:

Okay, I have simped enough already for those sweet shop hair, but fuccing look at hers, the best one in my opinion. The color looks great and I adore those candies, looks awesome. But omg, this humanarian hair might just be my favourite out of everyone throughout the enitire show. I can't tell what it is but she looks awesome. It looks perhaps even better from the back. The third one is just her without her pigtails, and you know what? That's still short hair but again, for some reason looks good. She gets a solid 7/10. If she had long pigtails (Hatsune Miku style) like I saw in one art piece she would easily get a 9/10 or maybe even 10/10.

Vinnie: oh boy, the one time when I won't appear biased. Probably. Still am. But, there's a reason why I gave him completely different hairstyle in my headcanon xD. His actual hair is too slick. He still looks great, don't get me wrong, but if it was me, I would do it differently. And the thing is, if his hair was just slightly different I would like it so much more. But more about that in a second. He gets bonus points because his hair is I guess kinda long? Hard to say really. But let's see.

Oops, sorry, that's from my private collection and not hair realated, let's move on.

And listen, LisTeN, in all of those he looks amazing (yeah, i count wet hair as a hairstyle just because it's so much different than his usual one), absolutely incredible if you ask me. And why? I mean, those are all quite different. Well, because they are all ruffled aka they're not slick. And all of those look incredible. If his everyday hairstyle looked like on that first picture he, similarly to Minka, would get a 9 or 10/10. And it's really not a big difference too. I would give him a 7/10 but since I count the other hairstyles as well and those are incredible he gets an 8/10.

Zoe: you see, there's a problem with Zoe. What the hell do I count as her hair??! Because she has that fringe, right? But she also has her goddamn ears that are supposed to be ears but are so often part of her hairstyle they might as well be hair! I don't know what kinda goofy cartoon logic is that but now I have to figure it out. Like seriously, sometimes her ears pretty much seem like they changed where they are attached just to fit the hairstyle and most of the time it seems like her ears have been complately transformed into hair. Did any of us ever stop to think that this dog's literal ears are incorporated into a hairdo? But okay, since they are so often part of her hair let's say that I count that too. So, Zoe has a lot going on for her. (At least the way it literally changes lengts) her hair can be considered long. Plus, she has that strand of pink, which technically makes her hair two-colored which usually looks good and makes it more interesting. It sure does in this case. And third, she got a shit-ton of different hairdos and a lot of them look incredible, plus, she's got that "hair covering one eye" swag. She's got way too many hairstyles for me to include all but here are some of my favourites:

I can't lie, she looks awesome, definitely 10/10 even if she kinda cheats with those disappearing, transforming ears.

That's all for tonight folks, hopefully that answer was satisfactory. I had fun, so if you have any similar questions I would love to see them. Also, it's possible that I forgot some hairstyles for certain pets, I was mainly going by songs and what I could remember, so don't kill me if I did.

From best to worst in my opinion it would go like this:

Zoe

Vinnie

Minka

Russell

Sunil/Pepper

Penny Ling

[yuusishi]

Project twisted part eleven:

Imagine if the sekai groups were by dorm- after all, every dorm has a dynamic between each other, and I can already imagine the stories(Which I will gladly send if as their own things if ur curious)

But also I have made a list of who's in what group:

Vivid Bad Squad: Jamil, Epel, Idia, Jack

More More Jump: Jade, Floyd, Ace, Deuce

Wonderlands x Showtime: Trey, Ruggie, Sebek, Rook

Leo/Need: Lilia, Silver, Cater, Azul (Cater and Azul because of Ghost Rule and Lost One's Weeping respectively)

25ji: Malleus, Leona, Riddle, Kalim

LILIA AND SILVER SINGING TEO AS A FATHER/SON DUET, MY FEELSSSSS-

cut again cuz got too long 😁

OKAY BUT HEARTSLABYUL AND DIASOMNIA UNITS??? DREAM COME TRUE (100% not biased). I really do think their vocals would work really well with each other like Lilia's can be like the high pitch of the band while everyone else focuses on lower pitches and instruments/choreography (I hope you get what I mean I haven't gone to choir in like 4 years so I don't even remember if that thing has a term 💀).

Jamil and Kalim as a duo unit would be so interesting because of their dynamic during early scarabia book then after. A unit is meant to compose and create pieces that all members like and are satisfied with, but I think it'll be difficult to do that because of yk the whole thing with them (assuming that the two's parents also know about them being a unit and is sort of supervising it somewhat).

VBS IDIA SOUNDS SO FUNNY CUZ THIS MAN LIVES OFF CUP NOODLES AND ENERGY DRINKS KANADE STYLE SO HIM DOING ALL THE INTENSE CHOREOGRAPHIES OF VBS IS GONNA BE GOOFY AS HELL. I just imagine Epel being like a strict coach and Jack and Jamil trying to help him with it.

Oh god...MMJ Adeuce + Tweels...it's a recipe for disaster but also greatness. Jade's usually very calm and doesn't participate in much straining physical activity, most he does is hiking, unlike his brother who does sports, so seeing him do all the cutesy peppy dances of MMJ would be a sight for sore eyes. Floyd would either rock with it and do really well or whine on why he needs to do this depending on his mood. Adeuce would be a mix of "why the hell do we need to do this" and also "fine fine let's just get this over with".

TREYROOK IN WXS I love you for that, I have this very small hc that Trey had to do small dances to entertain his little siblings back when he was younger (most of the songs he would be made to dance to would be similar to WxS songs too), so performances and practices give him a small wave of nostalgia.

Cater and Azul...Lost One's Weeping...stares.../pos (<- user is obsessed with Lost One's Weeping especially Rishie-P's Miku V4X Solid cover).

I KNOW IT DOESN'T FIT THEIR DYNAMIC but Lilia and Silver (mainly Lilia with Silver being like...backing vocals idk) singing that song from Adventure Time about Marceline being too young when the things happened to her (pls it's been years since I last watched it I hope you get what I'm saying).

[nyappyforeverbr]

Interview: An Cafe × hévn Magazine vol.13 nº107 │Part #4

After 9 years, An Cafe is back on the cover of hévn magazine! The limited edition of issue 107 brings the members of An Cafe, who celebrate in 2023, the 20th anniversary of the beginning of activities! The magazine was released on September 30, 2022 and all copies have been sold (we do not know the number of copies that were produced). Veteran Visual-kei band Dolly is on the back cover. We bring here the translation of the magazine's main interview!

Text transcription and translation was performed by Cafekko Mandy

-How was traveling to the event? Miku: We went separately, but I wanted to soak in the twilight, so I stayed one more night and went back to Tokyo the day after the other members. I have 2 nights and 3 days.

-The day before, you posted a photo with Teruki-san on Twitter. Miku: The day before, while checking out the place, I went to the aquarium with Teruki. Also, I wanted to take advantage of hotel time.

-How do you spend your precious time? Miku: The day before, acquaintances invited me to dinner, but I wanted time to think about An Cafe, so after arriving at the hotel, I sat in my room for 4 hours and just thought about the concert the next day. So I left after 4 hours (laughs). Time goes by so fast so I want to savor it.

-And in a short time, January 2023 will mark the 20th anniversary of An Cafe. Teruki: Regarding the 20th anniversary, I think a lot of people heard us before the 20th anniversary, 10 years ago, 5 years ago, and before the hiatus. As Kanon-san said, after 5 or 10 years, fans' lives will be different. As you go through life, even if you are happy, there are times when things go wrong. For example, when I was bitter, I innocently liked fun things, but when I became an adult, the number of important things increased and the things I carried on my back also increased. In the midst of it all, I think there's also a feeling that I want to go back to the time when I listened to An Cafe 10 or 15 years ago, when I was laughing innocently with my shoulders relaxed. I hope our fans forget about their daily lives and return to the innocent feelings they had back then when listening to our music, I wonder if the 20th anniversary live has that kind of meaning.

-The concerts on January 5th and 6th will be very important for everyone, as everyone is looking forward to them. Teruki: Everyone has their own way of having fun, but these two days, we want them to have fun in a way that brings them back to what they were before, and we want to do that too. For those of you who have been exposed to An Cafe recently, I hope you can try An Cafe for just one day, and I definitely want you to check it out. And on the day of our 20th anniversary, for the five of us, the band that was stopped and we will make An Cafe live again, take the stage on the 5th, in that sense, I think it will be an important day. Miku-kun was alone as An Cafe, and we were able to get together again for the event, and I think everyone really enjoyed the concert in Osaka. I could feel the tension, but I could also feel how happy everyone was. We were apart for a while, but I think it's a really good connection that we can meet again like this. Thanks to the members, fans and staff. Even the members who hadn't been on stage for a while didn't feel lost at the June live, more than anything else, the positivity of the 5 members made the power of this band so great. I expect something like that from the 20th anniversary show. It gives us something strong, something positive, An Cafe exists within us, and it would be nice if we could continue to be this kind of band because of the love from the members and the fans.

-It's good to see a band like that. I think everyone's current feelings towards An Cafe will be conveyed on stage in January. Please let us know how excited you are about this show. Yuuki: It's a bit difficult, but for those who came to see it, I'd like to make a live that people can say "That was fun" after watching the show. I just want to get stronger. I gave up on my own and during that time I made my fans wait for several years without leaving anything to make it up to them, I would like to do something in those two days so that I can make it up to them. I want to make memories.

-And you Kanon? Kanon: It seems like there's a lot of time, but without you realizing it, in the blink of an eye it will be January. Since the schedule has already been decided, it would be nice if you can spend the time feeling excited leading up to the day of the event. I hope this question lifts everyone's spirits. I think there are people who will meet for the first time in a long time, like a class reunion, or even some fans in the same land who will meet again, so I hope people can enjoy things like that through An Cafe, which they weren't involved in. . We won't be able to participate in the reunion on the same ground as the fans who said "Ah, it's been a long time!" (laughs) I hope we can enjoy them even from outside now. Let's enjoy not only the live performance, but also the other parts besides the main part of the show!

-And you, takuya? takuya: Instead of thinking about the set list, we have to rehearse first!

-This time, there are many songs, so rehearsing is important. takuya: But I want to enjoy the live with an empty head. I think each of the cafekkos that come have their own feelings, I hope they can create fun and lasting memories.

-And you Miku? Miku: I compare a presentation live on a date. Although there are several bands, I want to make sure I don't lose to your boyfriend and I want to make the show a source of nourishment for myself as well. No matter what scene I do, I want to be a bestseller, practice well and not make mistakes, as takuya said, I want to be able to enjoy the moment with an empty head. We also thought it would be nice if we could savor the time in the studio and the time before we go on stage. -The surprise of 20 years, the weight is incredible. Miku: I'm not aware of that and I don't even feel like a veteran band. When I was little, I thought it was amazing to be an adult, but even when I became an adult, I was still a child at heart, and I think everyone acts with the thought that they have to act like an adult after accumulating experiences. Without thinking about the 20th anniversary, I want everyone to appreciate it with a pure heart. -Finally, send a message to Cafekko. Miku: All I can say is thanks for waiting. I can't move the band alone, and without Michiru-san, hévn-san and all the people involved, I don't think I could have made this comeback. I am filled with gratitude that everyone is by my side. And please look forward to January 5th and 6th. takuya: Since the bond was born through An Cafe, I would like to continue to value the members, staff and Cafekko who were involved. To repay these important people, I would like to do my best every day to do a good live on January 5th and 6th. Kanon: Just for this day, I want everyone, including us, to be kids again and have a lot of fun, so let's play together. Yuuki: I'm really happy to be able to perform live on January 5th and 6th. I think it's the same for fans who are having fun, so we'll do our best to entertain everyone, and when fans are having fun, we feel happy too, so let's share our happiness with each other. Because of everyone who supported us, we want to support you again. I would be happy if we could support each other in the future, so I look forward to working with you. Teruki: It's like everyone said, but then again, a band can't be made by one person, and a band can be made by the members, and besides, when it comes to live performances, it's only the band that can't do that, I would like to express my sincere gratitude to the members and staff who wanted to move An Cafe and the cafekkos who waited for me, and express my regret that I cannot continue in 2019, I will do my best to play the drums so that the audience go home with the biggest smile on their face, typical of An Cafe. We hope to see you on the 5th and 6th of January. END

[hellmouth-manor]

Don't Give Up || Minami/Kamiya/Ruby

All Minami had tried to do this entire game was protect people, really, and she had done a pretty terrible job at it. Her self-sacrificial efforts had culminated in her own death and left her nothing much to show for it apart from an even worse guilt complex than before. With this miraculous second chance, though, maybe she might finally succeed.

It's no surprise, given her tendencies, that she would turn away from Alou to try to help Micah. The shout comes from her, when she sees Alou attacking those who had the same idea-- she breaks into a run towards the group, her voice loud even without her Pride demon powers. Though she's too late to reach Miranda, Miori and Eli before they're hurt, she steps forward without a second thought, placing herself between the group and the demon attacking them before it can lash out at Mirai again. She still burns with guilt, both from failing in her murder and nearly attacking Mirai moments ago, but third time's the charm, as they say. Her arms are outstretched, Minami clearly intending to take whatever the next hit is herself, but--

It's not just her, not exactly. There's a great grinding noise and the wing not still stuck in Eli impacts not with Minami but with a massive slab of metal that's materialized seemingly out of nowhere. Several more follow, crunching into the ground to form a shield around Micah and those healing him. They burn hot, the exterior red and steaming as if just held over a forge. To those shielded behind them, though, the warmth is soothing. It feels like you're getting a hug. You feel protected, through whatever magic Minami has conjured up through her love-- after all, all along, her guilt has been borne of the massive, overbearing love she feels for everyone around her. Finally she's able to make use of it.

It soaks into Micah, too. Minami turns, bracketed by her shields, and grins.

"Ain't no time to be takin' a nap, man! We're allies in the tranches, after all! You can't just leave us hangin' here! ...Y'all got this, right? I believe in you."

Satisfied that everyone else will handle it, she turns back to make sure Alou doesn't pull any shit.

▒▒▒

When you live your life viewed as a failure there is always a time to do something right, and in this case? The first priority was to help save Micah. Kamiya was not smart in the least, and, for that matter, knew he wouldn’t be able to do much in this case… But as he watched as Alou lashed out at those who tried to help he hesitated, a moment of fear slipping through as he considered the risks of it all.

After all? It would be easy to turn and run away, cowardice was something he specialized in… But then again? Did Micah ever run away when they needed him? He looked out for all of them, tried his hardest to guarantee they’d all survive, even with the risk of his own life on the line… Micah was always someone Kamiya looked to as a normal figure in the manor, of course they were never the closest of friends, but, they had bonded in many different scenarios, and, Kamiya knew he wanted to ensure Micah could live his life, a life where he could go see Miku herself and take care of as many baby animals as he wanted.

That thought caused Kamiya to nod to himself, taking in a deep breath as he ran, not away this time, toward Micah in a desperate attempt to figure out something he could do to save him, his gaze glancing toward the spine that… Clearly was the main focus, he wasn’t really an expert at anything medical but… He could always try, right? Kneeling down beside him, Kamiya gently put his hand on the other's back, a bright grin growing as he decided to speak up.

“--Gyhahaha! Bro, if I got a back-bone outta this ya sure as fuck can do that too, right? Let’s get ya all figured out okay? Then you an’ me can look int’a gettin’ ya front row seats t’ see Miku or some shit, yeah?”

As he laughed, he closed his eyes, his hand glowing a gentle glow as Micah’s spine started to mend on its own, a hope for a better future for Micah, a better future for them all in that case. Kamiya wasn’t going to run away from an attempt to do right again, especially not when a friend to all of them had tried his hardest to ensure their escape. He would make sure that Micah made it out of there, a determined gaze as the glow intensified, growing more and more determined to do the right thing for Micah.

▒▒▒

Invigorated, but still heavy with worry, Ruby falls back to join the rest of the group attempting to save Micah’s life. They’ve made good progress, it seems, but she realizes quickly the cost that it came with. No doubt, Micah would question why they would all go to such lengths for him. Ruby would ask the same thing, herself, but it’s abundantly clear to her that Micah’s time is not finished. Not yet.

As Ruby kneels next to him, she hopes that he understands that she’s not doing this because of some karmic debt, or that any of them owe him after what he did. It is because she wants to, first and foremost. She does it because he deserves to live, just as any of them do. Because she wants to meet his family, just as he said she could, and see for herself if his descriptions live up to reality. She wants to sit on the ground, just like they promised, and feel the Sun for the first time in months. 

She wants him to be happy.

“Hey, did you know? I was saving these especially for you. Just in case you ever needed them.” 

Ruby grins as she pulls out a handful of the band-aids constantly kept on her person. One in particular is brandished like a Holy Grail, practically glowing between her thumb and index finger. Pastel blue, adorned with an image of a winking Cinnamoroll on its backing.

One by one, the band-aids are placed tenderly on top of freshly healed wounds, each one shimmering and pulsing with Ruby’s determination as they do the impossible and soothe marred flesh back to normal. 

[biomic]

what are some sentai that are the best at having the ladies be as cool and important as the guys? I assume any sentai that has more than one girl ranger qualifies but i'm wondering if there are any particularly good examples i could tune into!

the most notable examples from the seasons i've seen, by my estimation anyway, in order of airdate:

bioman - the first sentai with two women on one team, and you can tell the creators were excited by this shakeup since they're very clearly the writer's favorites and get a lot of the best episodes. their personalities are a bit more basic given the time it was made but they make up for it with a ton of charm and charisma

kakuranger - the first sentai with a female leader (though sasuke, the red, is our main pov character), and she's great! tsuruhime's pretty iconic as the young experienced ninja guiding a group of total slackers, it's a pretty fun dynamic

megaranger - chisato and miku are just one of the sweetest duos in sentai backed up by a lot of great moments, plus chisato can turn her arm into a blade which owns bones

timeranger - the second time a sentai has officially had a woman as the leader of the team, though again, red's our pov. yuri has an excellent ongoing revenge arc throughout the series as well as seeing how she adapts to living in the present day compared to the year 3000. also my favorite sentai <3

dekaranger - jasmine and umeko are so iconic they have their own separate team name (Twin Cam Angels), a theme song, and the dudes refer to them as lovers at one point. what more can i say

magiranger - this season's one of, if not the best at making every team member feel important and relevant to the story, so urara and houka are both fantastic. plus, their mom is a ranger too, and while her screen time's more limited as she's not part of the core team, she RULES and is absolutely one of my fave sentai heroes

shinkenger - some of shinkenger's best and most emotional moments come from kotoha and mako, great show in general if you want to Feel

gokaiger - gokai's character writing is kind of masterful bc even though the cast doesn't develop all that much throughout the show, they're one of the most vibrant teams in the series, and i'd say luka and ahim are the particular standouts. "this confident street thief and mild-mannered alien princess are best friends and also badass space pirates" is one of the best ideas anyone's ever had and i hope everyone involved got a raise

kiramager - running out of unique ways to say i love women but the kiramai ladies are great. sena is an instantly likable green, and sayo is truly a one-of-a-kind pink ranger, SUCH an amazingly weird person. they round out a great cast really nicely and pretty much all their focus episodes are bangers

hope this helps :)

[thirdhandidiot]

HELLO LGBTs

DONT YOU THINK ITS TIME FOR A REVOLUTION?

NONE OF THE OBEY ME CHARACTERS ARE CIS BECAUSE I SAID SO, ITS TIME WE START PROJECTING ONTO THEM

•i want to see non binary Satan who couldn’t understand why talking to people was making them angry and started lashing out for seemingly no reason, having to go to Lucifer in a fit of angry tears, desperate for help because it hurts so much, why does it hurt?

•I want to see Beel, who passed so easily, worried his twin would grow to despise him because he never had the same ease transitioning socially, getting called the girly one of the two, always being smaller, weaker next to Beel, and Beel hates it so much, he feels guilty

•I want to see Miku Binder Levi projecting onto fictional characters to avoid thinking about his own problems, wearing baggy clothes and locking himself away, jealous of the other brothers, scared of rejection

•I want gender fluid Asmo, proud of their ability to seemlessly shift between presentations, calling mammon in tears, begging him to come pick her up from this guys house because he’s yelling slurs at asmo, who is sobbing please don’t call me that and they won’t stop

•I want to see the great mammon, who is so confident one day, but the next can’t stand the sight of his body, especially when he shifts and you can see his scars, barley hidden by his jacket, who always feels like his screams are just a little bit too high pitched

•Lucifer, so proud, hurt by memories of before, presenting hyper masc at times, afraid to show any emotions because even though he knows it’s not true, he can’t help but think people will see his as more feminine, and he can’t do that, not again

•I want Belphie, who pretends it doesn’t bother them. ‘Why should I care what some lesser demon thinks of me?’ but is kept awake at night, when everyone else is asleep, no one to help as they spiral in insecurities, their voice echoing in their head, the cruel words twisting, stabbing–

•Lord diavolo, whose parents had been so relieved because ‘that means you can be king– we were so disappointed when you were born female’ and it never sat right with him, even though he’d been lucky enough to transition young

•Maybe even Luke, who only Simeon knows is trans, getting upset when he’s called chihuahua because my voice isn’t that high, is it? But determined to stay closeted and so never being able to tell them why they should stop, and he’s not that small, he’s an average height for boys his age he’s checked, so many times

–But I also want to see sleepovers between the brothers (they agreed it was simpler to keep calling themselves that and that it was better than letting Mammon or Levi pick a new name) where they, just for one night, put aside the bickering and tormenting eachother just to make sure the others are ok, because they all know that they’re struggling in their own ways, and for one night they all sleep in the living room, eating food, watching comfort movies and following whatever self care routine it is that asmo is on currently, everyone gets a face mask, no you can’t opt out lucifer, you’re working too hard again, you’ll get wrinkles and that just won’t do, let us take care of you– and Levi! When was the last time you washed your hair?! That won’t do, come with me, let me do it for you I have these amazing bath salts I just know you’ll love

–I want Diavolo, helping them all transition as quickly and as secretively as possible after he finds out. He wants to be there for them, ever since that night lucifer came out to him, sobbing, pride forgotten because he doesn’t want to be that person anymore. He can’t, he spent too long living that lie for his father, he just wants to be free. Simeon telling him he’s changed and being so proud of him, you look so much more relaxed. Diavolo being so happy to know that lucifer is happier because he struggles to talk about it because Lucifer still believes he‘s wrong or broken in someway, pride too much to overcome, but when it’s just him and diavolo, sometimes he can talk about it, lift a weight off his chest

–I want to see them big eachother up in the way that only siblings can, oi that jacket looks good on ya, can I steal it? I’m gonna get junk food because I deserve it, what do you want? I want them to support eachother on bad days, just silently making them tea when they’ve started into space just a little too long, ruffling their hair on the way out. I want a deal between them to let the others know if something is showing in public, whilst in the house being comfortable enough and trusting eachother enough not to judge because really, they’re all in the same boat here

I can’t be the only one here guys. C’mon. Let make this happen. Tag me. ANYTHING YOU POST I want to see it, I want to see your vent art, I want to hurt with you as you project your troubles, just so that your not alone. @7fckingidiots made a Post Abt the Brothers amd it was my final snapping point, Ive got so many little sketches of Satan, they’ve become my muse for any practice drawings, amd I wanted to say something before but yea, check out their post guys I’ll try Link it. But I mean it, tag me, I want to reblog everything you do, make our own supportive family

[sz-amare]

10. Creating Realistic Characters with Depth

For many people, characters are one of the most influential aspects of an anime. The same goes for me. There are many types of characters: the protagonist, the main cast, side characters, antagonists, villains, etc. Each contributes to the story in their own way. Making flat, bland, or boring characters can make them forgettable, and therefore, can cheapen the quality of the anime. It can also make it painfully difficult to continue watching the series. Here I will give several pointers on what I believe makes an excellent character and give examples from the One Piece-verse.

1.     Flaws

When it comes to creating characters, I have noticed a general rule to make them great and likable. The audience needs to relate to them. The way you do that is by giving your character flaws. When I say flaws, I don’t mean random negatives about their characters, like when a shōnen protagonist can’t solve a simple math problem to save their lives. I mean flaws that can make them feel weak, directly or indirectly.

When I look at Luffy, many flaws end up making him a better character. The most fascinating one to me is Luffy’s childish nature. He is an extremely idealistic kid who dreams more than anyone. He, at first, doesn’t care nor understand the consequences of his actions. Luffy is also kind-hearted and always pushes his principles before his dream. He tends to scream a lot and wears all of his emotions on his face. Luffy is also a terrible liar. If I described this type of personality to anyone, they would undoubtedly think of a child.

This childish behavior is one of Luffy’s characteristics that make him flawed. There are also several times when acting like a child, particularly not thinking of the consequences of his actions, cost him severely. We have the time Luffy almost attacked the Drum Island civilians after they shot Vivi in the arm, meaning Nami wouldn’t get a doctor for her illness. The time Luffy punched the Celestial Dragon, resulting in him almost losing all of his crewmates (although in this case, I think most people would have punched Charlos. He deserved it).

And the most recent one where he attacked Kaido after “killing” his crewmates, which he ended up losing the fight with a single blow and ended up in prison. Luffy makes dumb mistakes. It plays perfectly with his character, but he is ultimately flawed.

Now I personally don’t relate to Luffy in the way that he is childish (I am the maturest), but seeing Luffy suffer from the consequences of his flaws and understanding that Luffy isn’t perfect is enough to understand that he is a human with struggles, similar to myself.

 2.     Personality, Psychology, and Philosophy

I think personality, psychology, and philosophy (PPP) are some of the most significant ways of distinguishing characters and are the source of a particular character’s general fascination. Every person in the real world has their own unique PPP. When you are in the world of anime, not only is everything overly exaggerated, but it is also unrealistic in all sorts of ways. With these two weapons, you can explore all types of themes, topics, and ideas. So when creating characters in an anime, understand that there are no limits to unique characters. Two characters can be very similar, but there should always be something to contrast.

Not only is PPP used to contrast characters, but it can make them feel more realistic if you can manage to connect all three along with their overall character. Let us look back at Luffy. First, we have Luffy’s personality. Luffy constantly yells, loves to mess around and laughs, loves food, is very dumb, is a terrible liar, always shouts out his dreams, loves to imitate his friends, and is a kind-hearted person.

Closely related to his personality, his psychology is that of a child’s perspective. Finally, we have his philosophies. Luffy believes that everyone should chase their own dreams and freedom, no matter how difficult it is to get there. He also believes that dreams should be achieved with the help of close friends. Luffy also believes that everyone is equal, seeing no one below or above anyone else. Once again, these views and ideals are somewhat childish.

Now that we have all the three major pieces of Luffy, we can fully understand his character’s greatness. All three of his PPP are connected with his childish nature. This makes his character seem cohesive, consistent, and more realistic. All of Luffy’s traits align with his character. Everything about Luffy is connected in a way that would make sense, like a real human being.

 3.     Contrasting, Paralleling, and Mirroring

This is one of my favorite techniques in creating characters. You can contrast, parallel, and mirror (CPM) many things in the series: themes, the plot itself, certain philosophies/ideals, characters, the list goes on. This one applies more to side characters, antagonists, and villains than the protagonist, but it can happen.

Now let us think of the antagonists and villains in One Piece that relate to Luffy and his beliefs and somehow align with one of the rules of CPM. Let’s start with my favorite, Charlotte Katakuri. Katakuri is similar to Luffy in terms of his devil fruit. But Katakuri is far superior in every way: his devil fruit is better and awakened, his haki is better, and he has more experience. Here we can see that Katakuri parallels Luffy a bit, but he completely contrasts in his ideologies and motivation.

Next we have Donquixote Doflamingo. Doflamingo believes that he is the ultimate king. He truly believes he is better than everyone, classifying everyone into three basic categories: kings, humans, and lesser beings. But even in this classification, Doflamingo believes he is on top of the kings as well: he thinks he’s a god. Therefore he believes he has the right to toy with the world, as symbolized by him making puppet gestures and physically controlling people, especially because he was mistreated after Doflamingo and his family left Mariejois. Doflamingo’s beliefs all contradict Luffy’s. First off, Luffy believes everyone is equal, no one above and no one below. This contradicts Doflamingo’s god complex. Luffy also believes that everyone should chase their own freedom, which Doflamingo believes he has the right to take away.

We also have Black Beard or Marshal D. Teach. Black Beard mirrors Luffy in a lot of ways when considering their ideologies. Black Beard, like Luffy, believes in the power of dreams and ideals. When we first see Teach, we see him acting like a child, arguing with Luffy about the food and drinks, and Luffy does the same. I think this is Oda showing us that Black Beard is practically and precisely like Luffy. Both of their dreams are to become the Pirate King. The only difference is their approach. As I mentioned earlier, Luffy wants to achieve his dream with the bonds he made with his friends. He doesn’t care if his crewmates are useless or not; a friend is a friend in Luffy’s eyes. On the other hand, Black Beard wouldn’t mind using money to hire strong “allies.” He even hires some of the most dangerous prison inmates. Black Beard is also crueler and is willing to do whatever it takes to reach his goal. If you pay attention, you might notice that Black Beard became a Yonko in a flash, simply because he obtained one of the most powerful devil fruits out there. However, we always hear Luffy saying that there are no shortcuts to become the Pirate King. In one perspective, they look almost identical. When you shift that view, you realize how much they contrast from each other.

Finally, we have Akainu. Akainu is the exact opposite of Luffy. Luffy believes in absolute freedom, while Akainu believes in absolute justice and control. Akainu would kill his own when they showed fear or opposed what Akainu believed was “right.” There isn’t much to talk about Akainu, mainly because we haven’t seen much of him. But from what we have seen so far, it is clear that Akainu and Luffy are complete opposites.

All these different villains are excellent and make clear antagonistic forces against the protagonist simply by contrasting some of Luffy’s ideals. But remember, you can also use CPM with themes on other types of characters. Take one of the reoccurring or significant themes in your story and create a character that uses CPM on that theme.

 4.     Connecting Character Ideas to the Story

This is something I love to do when creating my characters. Basically, I grab an interesting theme or an aspect in a character I want to explore and find a way to connect it to my story. There are many cases when I think of a fascinating character, but it wouldn’t make sense if I randomly added them to my story. So I just connect an event that could likely happen in my story to the reason why my character is the way she is.

One time, I was listening to a song, and the interpretation I got out of it was fascinating to me. It had something to do with abuse, insanity, and OCD. I really wanted to add a character that explored the ideas of abuse, insanity, and OCD to my story, and luckily for me, it was pretty easy to add it into my story.

Now my character (let’s call her Miku for now) doesn’t seem out of place because I connected her character into the story by creating a backstory that was plausible in the world I had created. She suddenly became one of my favorite characters I had created.

5.     Consistency

I think one of the most essential things in a lot of characters is that they remain consistent. Of course, you can pull a 180 and make an Eren Yeager, but if you don’t want to change your character that drastically, make sure they are consistent.

 Once you have created your character, make sure you fully understand their flaws and PPP and make sure whatever type of significant actions they take, it perfectly fits their character.

There were many times in the past when I was able to accurately predict Luffy’s actions and words. I thought I was some sort of genius at first, but I realized soon after that many others could do the same. It was when Luffy rejected his grand fleet where Luffy’s consistency became clear. After fully understanding that Luffy wants to become the Pirate King, simply because he wants to chase the ultimate freedom, why would he accept the grand fleet?

He doesn’t want to become anyone important, and he wants everyone there to chase their own freedom. This is consistent with Luffy’s philosophy of freedom and his childish psychology.

In conclusion

Following any of these principles can help to add intrigue and quality to your character. A regular human is complex and deep, no matter who they are. By following these suggestions, you can create characters with the complexity and depth of real human beings. Make your characters like Pinocchio. Make them strive to be a real boy or girl.

[vixenpen]

Neighbors (Bakugo x Miku x Hawks)

Pt. 13 Inhale/Exhale

The weight of a hand on her knee brought Miku back to reality.

“You alright, kid?“ Hawks asked, softly.

She nodded, gazing unseeingly at the passing buildings as the car shuttled them to her apartment.

“Just thinking.”

“About?”

“About how I let my love for Katsuki shape the last four years of my life. I mean, I built my entire career singing about being an independent woman and a free spirit, yet I spent the last four years behind the scenes being Katsuki’s kept woman. My apartment, my car, hell even my management was filtered through him. Shit, no fucking wonder he constantly tried it with me, I made him feel like the fucking king of my world.”

“That doesn’t make anything he did to you right.” Hawks insisted. Miku shrugged, blinking away the sting in her eyes. “Miku, look at me,” he commanded, nudging her leg. With a sigh, she turned her misty eyes to his own. “If you’re not up to this—“

“No,” she shook her head, “I have to do this sooner rather than later.” She eyed him thoughtfully, quiet for a while. “You don’t have to do this.”

“Angel, I’m not letting you walk into a lion’s den with no support,” a smile settled on his face. “I want to be here.”

Miku let out a sad little chuckle. “I feel like I’m constantly keeping you from doing your real job lately.”

“I’ve been doing my job for over fifteen years, Angel,” Hawks scoffed. “I can afford to take one month to myself.”

“Well,” Miku slumped against his shoulder with a sigh, “you’re definitely my hero right now.”

The blonde smiled, wrapping her up in his wing. “That’s good enough for me.”

The driver pulled them around the back entrance. They rushed through the back door and took the elevator to Miku’s floor.

“I don’t need much,” she told Hawks as she let them into her apartment. “Just a few...”

The couple paused as a familiar pair of crimson eyes landed on them.

When he turned his gaze to Hawks, he scowled, hands crackling with sparks.

“Get out,” Bakugo growled, glare fixed on the man, “now.”

“After you, asshole.” Hawks shot back. His wings flared, and his amber eyes glared right back.

“My name is on the lease, you son of a bitch!” Bakugo took another step forward. Hawks matched him. “The only person that shouldn’t be here is you!”

“Unlike you, Miku actually wants me here bitch-“

“GUYS, please!” Miku intervened, stepping between the two men. She held out her hands.

The men backed down, still glaring at each other over the woman’s head.

“Katsuki, I don’t want any trouble with you,” Miku sighed, “I just want to get of my things and go.”

“Dove, we need to talk.” He said, voice softening.

His tone and the familiar nickname made Miku’s lip tremble. She felt Hawks behind her, giving her shoulders a reassuring squeeze.

“You really think she wants to talk to you after the shit you pulled?” Hawks leveled at Bakugo, in a hard voice. “I’ll leave your apartment, but only if you let her get her stuff in peace.”

“Look, asswipe,” Bakugo shot back, looking ready to spit fire, “this is between me and Miku,”

“Yes it is,” Hawks fired back, “and when she’s ready, she’ll let you know. Until then, she told you she wasn’t looking for trouble-“

“Keigo,” Miku cut in again, this time grabbing the man’s hands and turning to face him. Her eyes gaze found his. “It’s ok.” She whispered.

His bushy brows lifted in surprise and he frowned down at her.

“But-“ His eyes flicked between Miku’s uneasy, but determined expression and Bakugo’s glowering stare.

He found Miku’s eyes again.

“Alright,” he nodded, “I’ll be right outside.”

With one last warning glare to her ex, the man left the apartment, and the ex lovers were faced with one another for the first time in nearly a week.

Miku’s wings hugged in on her, it took a lot to hold her ex boyfriend’s gaze. She kept envisioning him wrapped in Kirishima’s arms. On the bed they’d shared just one night before.

After a pregnant silence, Bakugo finally spoke up.

“Are you fucking him?”

“Really,” Miku scoffed. “That’s the first thing you have to say to me? So what if I fuckin’ am? At least you didn’t catch me in bed with him.”

The blonde sighed, and his entire being went slack. He ran his hands through his spiked pale blonde hair.

“Ok, fine. You’re fucking right, ok?”

Miku quirked a brow, folding her arms.

“Miku, you have every right to be mad at me after what I did to you, but I just need you to understand that it wasn’t because of you. It wasn’t anything you did.”

Miku remained silent.

“The thing is, regardless of what you might think, I still love you.”

Her heart stalled.

“But I love Kirishima too. I fell for Eijirou—hell, when we were just kids and that feeling never went away. No matter how far he went away from me.”

He took a step forward, and Miku stepped back on shaky legs. Bakugo must have realized her unease because he paused mid-step, and let his arms fall limp to his sides.

“I didn’t sleep with him because I didn’t love you. I love you both I just-I should have...I wanted to explain it sooner, but-“

“Are you stumbling over your words because you realize how stupid they sound?” Miku cut him off, impatiently.

Bakugo looked half way offended. “It might sound stupid, but it’s true! I loved you both I wanted you two equally-“

“Ohhh,” Miku’s eyes widened as realization dawned on her. “Oh,” she breathed quietly. “You wanted us both equally...that’s what it was coming down to wasn’t it? Yet another threesome? Or maybe a poly relationship?”

Her exes mouth snapped shut, brows knitting together.

Suddenly, the pounding of Miku’s heart slowed. The pieces settled into place.

She scoffed, shaking her head. “Why am I never enough for you?” Miku chuckled almost in disbelief. She wasn’t sure if it was towards him or herself. “I was never going to be enough for you was I?”

“Miku, it’s not about that—“

“Oh, I know!” She interjected, her voice rising to a harsh pitch, “it’s about you and how nothing is ever good enough for the great Bakugo Katsuki. Not your rank on the billboard charts, not your agency, not your relationship. Unless everything and everyone lines up exactly the way you want them to, you aren’t satisfied.”

“Miku, that’s not fair. I—“

“Fair?!” She barked out a disbelieving laugh. “You wanna talk about fair?! Let’s talk about me walking in on you fucking another person in the bed we shared JUST ONE NIGHT BEFORE! Let’s talk about how FAIR that was! Or how about the first and only time I let you talk me into a threesome?! Huh!”

He stepped back, Miku hardly realize that she had begun advancing towards him until he started moving away from her. Her feathers stood on end with her frayed nerves, whipping up the air around them.

“Let’s talk about how you agreed that there would be no sex unless all parties were engaged together. Then when I come back from the bathroom you’re deep dicking our third party like the key to becoming the number one hero is in that bitch’s abdomen! So if you wanna talk about what’s not fair? You got the right mother fuckin’ one!”

Her hands shook with unbridled anger, her body needed to move. She needed to vent with every part of herself.

“I was never going to be enough for you because nothing is ever going to be enough for you!” She seethed, stormy eyes looking him up and down, and she felt like she was finally seeing Bakugo Katsuki for the first time. “Not your rank, not your agency, not your relationships, and if I hadn’t caught Kirishima fucking you, I would almost say a prayer for him. Because he’s not going to be enough for you either, but since the two of you are cut from the same lying, scheming, manipulative ass cloth; you and him both can book a honey moon suite in hell; because you mother fuckas belong together.”

With that final verbal assault, Miku spun on her heel and stormed into the hallway.

A wide eyed Hawks waited on the other side along with several bystanders and neighbors who had come out of their rooms to observe the show.

“Um,” The avian spoke up hesitantly, “you good, Angel?”

“Fuckin’ peachy. Let’s go.”

Miku marched passed the gawking eyes of her old neighbors, Hawks hot on her tail.

The cool air hitting her face as she shoved her way out the door felt refreshing. The driver waiting at the car they’d left at the curb, held the door open for them.

Once she was settled against the leather seats, Miku unleashed a breath along with all of the tension she’d built verbally tearing into her ex.

Hawks gazed at her.

“Damn, Angel,” he chuckled, “after that, I think you’re my hero.”

His laughter was cut short by the woman’s lips finding his own.

The man’s eyes blew wide. His body automatically fell into the kiss with her, despite his mind screaming against the idea.

Hawks gripped Miku’s waist, pulling her tighter against his body. Fuck, she felt good...Fuck this was wrong...

“Angel,” Hawks pulled back, reluctantly, “are you sure?”

“Keigo,” Miku huffed, “I haven’t felt this sure about anything in two weeks. I’m horny and I want this, now shut the fuck up and kiss me.”

She didn’t give him a chance to answer before her lips smashed against his again.

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Keigo couldn’t remember whining and whimpering so much in his entire life.

Miku’s pussy felt like it was choking the soul out of his dick. Every part of her body was angry and he loved it. He wanted to take every bit of the smothering, all encompassing, creamy pleasure strangling his cock, and bottle it for later.

“Ahh~ahhh fuck, fuck, fuck,” he sighed, forcing himself to keep his eyes open.

Shit she was a vision. Big breasts bouncing and ivory hair contrasting against her dark, glistening skin. Her white wings flared out—the feathers trembling.

“That’s it, Angel,” he wrapped his long fingers around her hips, one hand gripping her ass. His hips snapped up to dig deeper inside her.

Keigo’s eyes rolled. “Ride this dick, baby, let it out. Fucking ride it.”

Screams and moans and sighs fell from her mouth in the loveliest song he’d ever heard in his life.

Keigo grabbed the woman’s hand and pulled her curvy body against his hard chest, rolling his hips and deepening both of their pleasure.

“Don’t stop,” Miku mumbled, “please don’t stop~” she groaned.

“I won’t, Angel. Trust me.”

Keigo made a mental note to send Bakugo an anonymous “thank you for fucking up so royally” fruit bouquet. Because he was never getting this woman back.

(When I tell y’all I love these two)

[vocaronpa-offical]

Vocaronpa: Song Of Despair, prologue: everyone in the blacklist class, part one.

Your favorite vocal synths have found themselves in a killing game. Who will live, and who will die? Can you ever be sure?

(Cws: kidnapping, swearing)

(Colored text = the protagonist’s inner monologue)

…

Miku: Where am I?

I was so worried. Oh gosh, oh gosh, how did I get here!? What was I doing here?

Trying to stand up, I hit my head.

Miku: Ow!

Okay… so I appeared to be in some sort of box… how did I get here? Oh gosh, I was worried I was kidnapped by mad fans again. I didn’t think I could deal with another one of those incidents…

Okay, okay, think Miku, what is the last thing you remember? Okay, you and the rest of the Cryton gang were off preparing for a concert…

Meiko: Hey Miku, if you don’t want all these songs, I could sub in-

Miku: No, I don’t mind being in the spotlight!

Meiko: Make sure to save some light for us Miku…

Meiko never really had many songs in these concerts. It’s not like she didn’t have many songs, I just wasn’t sure if Cryton liked her as much as they did me.

I mean, sure, I was Hatsune Miku, so of course they loved me, but Meiko was pretty cool too! She was like my mom away from… my actual mom.

Rin: You’ll do great out there Miku! Just like you always do!

Miku: Aw, thanks Rin-chan!

Rin-chan, my girlfriend! She was a nice, spunky girl. And always supportive! She’s so cute, with her big bow and smile!

Rin: Aw, you’re welcome sweetie!

Len: Okay, you guys can stop being all cheesy now.

That’s Len. He’s Rin’s twin. He’s a bit more tired, and… sad. He’s like the opposite of Rin, except a true opposite of Rin wouldn’t be likable. But he’s one of my best friends!

Rin: You say that, but you melt whenever Piko’s over-

Luka: Guys, Miku’s gonna be on soon. We don’t have time to argue over romance.

Miku: Luka-Chan’s right! We shouldn’t fight, we’re friends!

That’s Luka-Chan, she’s so cool! She’s so nice too, even though she’s a woman of snark, and she smells like strawberries!

Suddenly, we heard a door open, and Kaito ran in, holding a cake.

Kaito: Hey guys, sorry it took a while for me to get here! I brought a cake, since it’s the anniversary of me and Mei’s marriage!

That’s Kaito. If Meiko’s a mom, then he’s the dad! He’s a bit dumb, but really nice! And he brought cake!

Meiko: Oh, thanks honey! But uh-

Kaito: You’re welcome Mei.

Luka: Kaito…

Kaito: Oh, what is it? Do you wanna know the cake flavor? It’s chocolate, with some sprinkles, and-

Luka: The cake will have to wait till after the concert Kaito.

Kaito: …oh.

Rin: Ha ha, dumbass.

Len: Fucking idiot.

Kaito: Language!

Miku: Come on guys! The cake will be worth the wait!

Kaito: Thanks Miks!

Miku: You’re welcome Kaito!

Suddenly… someone ran in. Huh? It’s all… foggy. Who was it? Why couldn’t I remember who it was?

???: I’m sorry everyone, but I’m afraid that the show’s canceled.

Len: Huh? W-why?

And then… and then everything was all foggy…

Not quite sure what to do, I began to panic.

Miku: Oh, gosh, help!

???: Oh thank god, you’re finally up.

Huh? Who’s that?

Miku: Huh, who are you?

???: Someone who wants to help you. Now, the box can be opened from the inside.

Oh. Just a… little mistake, that’s all!

With the mystery person’s help, I opened the box, and looked around the room.

I appeared to be in a dark blue hallway, with around 15 other boxes littering the dark pink floor. Doors, each with a different person’s face, lined the walls.

There were 16 of those photos. I recognized myself, the other members of the Cryton gang, some of my friends, and I could see the face of the mystery person, standing at my box, clearly worried.

There was also a visible tv monitor at the side of the room.

The mystery person was short, with pale golden hair, almost pink. I thought I might have seen her before during some projects, but never really got to know her. There were still about 4 faces I didn’t recognize, and even then, one of the ones I did was only as familiar as the mystery person was.

???: Are you okay?

Miku: Well, as okay as I can be. I’m not too scared!

???: That’s good. Mostly everyone else is pretty worried though. They’re off exploring, in case you’re wondering.

Miku: Okay! Who are you anyway?

IA: Oh, I’m IA. I’m the Ultimate Rock Vocalist. I hope we can be friends.

Miku: Oh, nice to meet you! I love making new friends! You probably already know this, but I’m Hatsune Miku, the Ultimate Virtual Diva!

IA: Yeah, I knew that. Anyways, I stayed behind to help you out. Wanna go explore? I feel like you’ll want to meet the others-

Miku: YES! I WANNA MEET THE OTHERS AND INTRODUCE YOU TO MY FRIENDS AND-

IA sighed, already seeming tired. However, she still started leading me through the hallway. She seems so cool, I love her already!

We came across what looked like a school cafeteria. There were only about four tables, and two people were at the trashcan, one of them searching through the trash. Another monitor was there.

The trashcan, however, was far from the entrance, and I couldn’t tell who the two were.

???: Are you sure this will help?

???: Well yeah! There’s gotta be something helpful here! We’ll be out of this rut in no time!

???: In a trash can?

???: Well yeah! They know no one would wanna look in the trash, unless they were crazy! But hey, they weren’t expecting me!

???: It is a trash can.

???: Gosh darnit, didn’t they teach you respect in your Samurai school!?

???: I am just worried about the germs. I do not want you to get hurt.

???: We’re robots! We can’t get sick!

???: But we can still spread germs.

???: Buddy, what’s worse? A cold, or being stuck in whatever we’re stuck in?

IA: Excuse me. May I know who you are?

Getting closer to them, I recognized them as some of my friends! And just at that time, they introduced themselves!

Gumi: Hi there! I’m Gumi Megpoid, the Ultimate Inventor! Nice to meet ya!

Gackpo: And I am Camui Gackpo, the Ultimate Samurai.

IA: I’m IA, the Ultimate Rock Vocalist. Nice to meet you.

Miku: It’s nice to see you two again!

IA: You guys are friends?

Gumi: Yeah, we go like, way back! Before I even started making my gadgets! Gack here was still a samurai though. That’s why he was made!

IA: Another android huh?

Gumi: Yeah, duh. I’m one too!

Gackpo: And what is wrong with that?

IA: Oh, nothing. I’m sorry for giving you those vibes. I just wasn’t expecting so many androids on this planet.

Wait, what did she mean by that? Planet? Was she… foriegn?

Gumi: Oh gosh, you’re an alien!? Have you come for the humans’ brains!? Oh gosh, do we know too much!? ARE YOU GOING TO KILL US!?

IA: No, no. Well, I am an alien. I’m from the planet Aria, and I came here with my sister, and a friend of mine, but we come in peace. We merely wanted to learn about Earth, make friends, and spread our music. I mean, I do know other people from space. Heck, one of them, my girlfriend, also seems to be here.

Gumi: There were aliens among us this whole time?

Gackpo: Gumi, we have known Xingchen for a while now. And she did say she was from the stars.

Miku: Wait, Gumi-chan, where did you say those aliens where?

IA: I… haven’t really been hiding it. Most people just… don’t ask.

After that awkward conversation, we went into the kitchen. Gosh, the moditors seemed to be everywhere!

There were two people, one I recognised, one I didn’t. The one I recognised, Teto, was a kind of friend, kind of rival. And judging by the doors, she wasn’t the only one who could be described like that here. Though, the other one was more friend than rival.

The other one, however, I didn’t know. They seemed more robotic, however. Which was saying something, since I already knew both me and Teto were androids. They had purple hair and a nice beanie.

???: There are a lot of knives here.

Teto: Yeah, and? How else do you slice bread?

???: You do not need this many knives for bread, Teto.

Teto: Well, have you checked the amount of bread!?

???: There does not seem to be any food, including bread.

Teto: Really? With this fridge!? It’s so huge! Then again, there’s only what, one human here? I mean, we androids still like food!

???: You do not put bread in the fridge, usually.

Teto: You knew what I meant!

IA: Uh, excuse us, but who are you two?

Both Teto and the unknown android turned around. I don’t think they noticed us. Teto, however, seemed a bit more angry.

Teto: How do you not know me!? I’m Kasane Teto, the Ultimate Cover Artist!

Huh, I didn’t know that was Teto’s talent! I mean, she did have a lot of covers, so I guessed it made sense. Weirdly though, the other person didn’t introduce themselves.

???: Well, it’s good that Miku is up.

Miku: …And you are…

???: I was the second one up.. Teto was first, and had started waking everyone up until I told her it would be rude.

Miku: What!? That’s not what I meant! I wanna know your name so we can be friends!!!

Defoko: Oh. My name is Utane Uta, but everyone calls me Defoko. I do not really care about what pronouns you use for me, but I would prefer they/them.

Miku: Okay, that’s cool Defoko-chan! What’s your talent? I bet it’s something really cool!

Defoko went silent. Like, more silent than what seems to be their usual.

Defoko: That is private information. I do not understand how you all can go around sharing that information like it is nothing.

Teto: No, no, you’re the weird one Defoko. Why wouldn’t you wanna brag about… whatever your talent is.

Defoko: …

IA: Teto, you don’t know their talent?

Teto: I… can’t remember, I think I knew at some point, but I can’t really remember what it was. It doesn’t make sense, I'm her best friend!

Miku: Huh, you know them?

Teto: I have a life outside of you.

Defoko didn’t seem affected by this.

Defoko: Clearly, I have not told you. And I do not want to.

Defoko simply left without another word. They were weird. I’ve never met someone like them before. Me and IA also left, leaving Teto to her own devices. We waved goodbye to Gumi and Gackpo.

(Hello, it’s Via! @via-and-pals. I’m the author of this strange crossover, here to deliver some little trivia!

Rin, Luka, and IA all use she/they in this, with both Rin and IA being nb

Len and Gackpo use he/they, and Len’s also nb!

Teto is bigender and uses any pronouns

Defoko also uses any pronouns, but like they/them the best, they’re an enby

The prologue’s named after a lyric from Chururia Chururia Daddadda!

The other participants? Well…

Next part

[slightlytoastedbagel]

top 5 project sekai covers?

Like with the commissions this is a top 10 just because.

10. Lonely Universe

MinoHaru... The line "Ever since I was able to meet you" alone makes this a great cover, but I love them so much it gets boosted all the way to here. I feel like this cover isn't as well known so please I am begging everyone to listen to it because it's gorgeous.

9. When The Morning Glory Falls

HONAMI MOCHIZUKI HAS THE MOST UNDERRATED VOICE IN THE GAME AND THIS COVER PROVES IT. She is stunning. Her alt vocal should just come free with the original song in game. The IchiHona duet with Miku is also good though.

8. MKDR

Why the hell did it take almost two years for KanaEna to get to sing together? Every other Nightcord duo had gotten a song very quickly into the game but they had to wait forever, and when they finally do they knock it out of the park. Their alt vocals for this song are also amazing. I was so happy to see this song get a 2DMV a few weeks ago.

7. Shanti

They let KAITO sing with people other than AkiToya for once and he unleashed one of the biggest bangers ever. Everyone was on point in this cover. Toya's rap is the part everyone likes to bring up but I'm also bringing it up because it IS just that good.

6. Ego Rock

I listen to this cover too much to admit. The entire thing is just very WxS-esque to me. I wish we could get an alt for any of them just because I think hearing one of them swear would be funny. Tsukasa has already gotten to swear let him do it again. Or maybe let Nene I think she should be allowed to.

5. Gehanna

MizuEna. Everytime Mizuki and Ena have sung together it's just been improvement on top of improvement. The fact we're likely getting another soon as KanaMafu have now hit 4 covers as well has excited me. There's also this sort of build in power throughout the song and it's just great.

4. YY

"What if we let AkiToya sing a fun song for once?" is what I'm assuming someone asked which led to the creation of this beautiful cover. They're all having so much fun you can hear it in their voices. Akito's high note in the chorus as well. An got an alt vocal for this just recently and while I haven't been able to listen to it fully I know I'll love it. Can we get a 33.exe commission at some point? Please?? Or maybe YY full???

3. From Y to Y

Leo/Need you will always be famous to me. I almost want to tear up every time I hear Saki open into the final chorus in the full version. L/N tend to fall into the pattern of Ichika and whichever vocaloid is there singing for the majority of the song, while this is no different I feel that Ichika and Miku singing the most adds to the song when considering the lyrics. It's just a beautiful cover.

2. Melty Land Nightmare

What if you had an idol group with two girls associated with blue, one with pink and one with brown and decided they should sing a song with the two main characters of said song being coloured blue and pink respectively. This entire cover is genius. MinoAiri and ShizuHaru singing seperately the entire time feeds into the idea that the former two are playing the role of Melty and the latter two the role of the blue girl. Miku is used amazingly to add a sense of mystery to the Melty Land. We need more Harumaki Gohan in game.

1. Alter Ego

BEAUTIFUL STUNNING MAGNIFICENT MUSIC PEAKED RIGHT HERE. I love everything about this cover. The use of the different duos within VBS (AkiKoha and AnToya in the verses and AkiAn and ToyaKoha in the chorus plus the single line for AkiToya and AnHane) is just perfect. The use of Miku as mostly backing vocals is perfect. The way everyone is singing at the end is PERFECT. It's powerful it's Vivid Bad Squad at it's peak it's everything I could ask for.

[animebw]

Guess what? I’m not done screaming over that XDU HibiMiku card. My amazing brother, who is not a translator by any means, managed to track down a video of the event itself, copied the Japanese text, put it through Google translate, and did his best to cobble together a solid English script. Ladies, gentlemen, and everyone in between, I’m proud to present to you: Ring of Happiness!

(Video in Japanese, English translation below the cut)

Hibiki: It's a great day for a picnic, Miku!

Miku: It makes you feel like a kid again.

Hibiki: Eh! Miku, you checked the weather forecast many times every day.

Miku: This is your day off, Hibiki, and we're spending it together, so it's good that it's sunny.

Hibiki: That’s right!

Hibiki: Hey, we're going to that place we saw on TV, right?

Miku: Yes, it's a place where lots of white clover flowers are in bloom, and it can only be seen at this time of the year.

Miku: There are so many white flowers spreading that it's completely covered in them.

Hibiki: That's right, I'm looking forward to it!

Hibiki: But I didn't know that you liked white clover, Miku.

Miku: When I was a kid, I collected four-leaf clovers. That's how I fell in love with it.

Hibiki: Eh? We were talking about white clovers, right?

Miku: It's just another type of clover. So if you look for it, you may also find a four-leaf clover.

Hibiki: I see... I wonder if there are many more flower fields like it!

Miku; It's such a fluffy and cute flower. It would make me happy to wear both types together.

Hibiki: A flower decoration that makes you happy...

Miku: What's the matter?

Hibiki: Eh? No, it's nothing! I want to see the flowers soon, so let's hurry.

Miku: The flowers aren't going anywhere, so there's no rush.

(scene change)

Miku: Wow...

Hibiki: Wow, one side is really white!

Miku: Yeah, it's much cleaner than how it looked on TV...

*Stomach growl*

Hibiki: Ahaha, I'm hungry...

Miku: You're more in the mood for dumplings than flowers. You must have worked up an appetite getting here.

Miku: Let's have lunch. I've made a lot, so eat a lot.

Hibiki: Thank you so much!

Hibiki: Hmm, eating food outside is always delicious, but looking at the beautiful scenery makes it even better!

Miku: Fufu, you know, you can't eat the flowers just because they're white and fluffy like rice.

Hibiki: I know that!

Hibiki: That's right! There was something I had to do!

Miku: What is it?

Hibiki: Wait a minute!

*Hibiki runs off*

Miku: It looks like she's collecting flowers, but what is she doing with them?

*Hibiki returns*

Hibiki: One second, Miku!

Miku : What are you doing already?

Hibiki: Miku, put your hand out.

*THE BIG MOMENT*

Miku: Hibiki, this, ring...?

Hibiki: It's a gift from me for you. Hey, I told you it might make you happy if you put it on.

Miku: So, you made this?

Hibiki: I'm not great at it because I have trouble remembering how, but they also showed this on TV before.

Hibiki: I really wanted to make a wreath, but it was too difficult for me...

Miku: I'm so happy. Thank you, Hibiki

Miku: Ah, this ring has not only flowers, but also a four-leaf clover...

Hibiki: I managed to find one. I'm sure this will make you happy!

Miku: Just to have this ring makes me happy enough.

Miku: (Hibiki always makes me warm and happy. I wish I could give back this happiness someday...)

Hibiki: Making you happy is enough to make me happy.

Hibiki: Because you're at my side, my life can be peaceful and content.

Hibiki: So thank you, Miku. Always be with me.

Miku: Hibiki...

Hibiki: I'm kind of nervous...

Hibiki: Because this is a big deal, is it all right if I put it on for you?

Miku: Yes! Then, please!

Hibiki: Miku, it looks great. Stay with me forever.

Miku: Yeah, I promise. I'll always be at your side, Hibiki...

[ddaenggtan]

chasing butterflies | jjk

you never meant to be a jock in school. the volleyball team had just needed people and you were there and then you had a knack for it. you just happened to be good at it and went with it. similar to how you saw jeon jungkook in your friend’s orientation group and thought he was absolutely radiant and just went with it. for two years. you’ve spent the entire time pining from afar, mostly because you always seem to make a fool of yourself when he’s around, but also because jungkook is part of that exclusive crowd, the ones that you never can seem to penetrate: the weebs. that is, until your friends get sick of your hopeless pining and decide to do something about it.

pairing | jeon jungkook x reader

genre/warnings | fluff, college au, coffee shop au, pining, somewhat idiots to lovers, jock!reader, nerd/weeb/otaku!kook, swimmer!kook, jock!jimin, kook smiles a lot, reader is a dumbass, jungkook is a dumbass, everyone’s a dumbass tbh, love confessions, profanity, like a lot of profanity, smut: oral (f receiving), face riding, grinding, hickies, unprotected sex (wrap ur willy before things get silly kids!), creampie, soft!kook except when horny, this is somewhat crack-y, there’s also a very fair amount of secondhand embarrassment in this just fair warning i cringed a lot while writing it

word count | 12.8k | cross posted to ao3

a/n | i busted literally all of this in one day because i couldn’t sleep and had the idea for a coffeeshop au with pining nerd/jock, but i didn’t want to do the trope of pining nerd and i also kept seeing @strawbxxymilk‘s tags saying she was going to fight jungkook, so you can partially blame her for his (love u reni xx) i’m honestly REALLY in love with this fic, it was so much fun to write and even edit, like i honestly have never been happier with how a fic turned out.

If asked, you don’t think you’d be able to point to one exact moment that led to this. You aren’t sure why anything about your college life has been the way it is. You went through almost all middle school and part of high school intending on coasting through under the radar. You didn’t have many friends and you didn’t mind that, citing quality over quantity, and you definitely expected that to continue into your extended school career.

Somehow, though, you ended up on the volleyball team - the captain had seen you playing in a gym class and recruited you. She was adamant that with practice and training, you’d be great, and also they needed at least one more person if they were going to have any chance at competing that year. So you agreed, started practicing, got good, and…kept doing it. You were a talented player, and you made several close friends through the game, ones that had lasted you until even now.

You only got better and better, too, earning you more than one offer from various universities. It was exciting when you finally chose one, and even more exciting that your friend group almost tripled overnight. University teams were large, you discovered, and while that meant more competition, it also meant more friends. More friends that had more connections to people on other teams, in other sports, who were also fun and extroverted and threw really good parties. 

You like to think you’re still that little nobody from middle school. You enjoy your readings and your coursework, and a lot of nights you choose to stay behind in your shared apartment instead of going out. As much as you like to think that, though, you can’t help but face the truth every time you look in the mirror after practice or a game or a workout.

You’re a jock.

You don’t even know why. The labels were supposed to end when high school did, and yet here you were. You pretty much only hang out with other sporty people, since no one has much time to make friends with anyone they didn’t see five times a week and every other weekend. You have a strict workout regimen that you run through with other girls from the team. Your class schedule is built around your volleyball schedule. You call yourself an athlete. You get looks sometimes, from the smart kids who think they’re better because you’re ‘only’ an athlete and they’re not. It reminds you of the people who look down on other sports because theirs is the only ‘true’ sport. Those people used to piss you off, but you’ve grown used to them now; there would always be people who thought they were better because of some imagined divide.

Realistically, there is no divide. People are free to associate with whoever they want, fuck the social norms that become ingrained in high school to contrast class differences. Okay, your Societal Influences class may have skewed your thinking a bit, but your point stands. You had no good reason to conform to the antiquated ideas of high schoolers.

So why, why, are you still standing by a waffle maker and staring helplessly at him?

Jisoo nudges you and you move to let her at the waffle, not looking away from him. She follows your line of sight and laughs when she sees him. “Seriously?” She asks, shaking her head.

“Shut up,” You groan, popping part of a roll into your mouth.

“It’s been almost three years,” She teases. “How have you not worked up the nerve to talk to him?”

“Two years, three months,” You correct as you follow her to where the chocolate syrup and fruit await for her waffle monstrosity. You can’t even look at it anymore, sickened by the mere sight of all the sugar stacked atop it.

“That is not helping your case the way you think it is.”

“I can’t just…talk to him, he’s gonna think I’m weird. Who just walks up to someone and says ‘hi, I saw you in my friend’s orientation group two years ago and thought you were the most beautiful man in existence, and still think that in fact, would you mind going out with me?’” Jisoo levels you with a look that could make cacti wilt.

“Uh, plenty of people do that every day. That’s how relationships happen. I know you’ve got this big hard-on for this whole…pining, lovesick idiot look,” She barrels on, ignoring the squawk of defiance you let loose, “But it’s getting kind of hopeless. That one guy asked you out, like, last month, and you literally laughed at him.”

“In my defense, he was like way older than us! I don’t want to go out with a grandpa!”

“I cannot believe you just called Kim Seokjin a grandpa, the entire team is going to revolt against you for this.”

You huff and lead her to the table you picked out, which she very kindly does not mention gives you a perfect view of him while you pick at your food. She continues to rant at you about your hopeless crush, but you don’t even hear her anymore, because he’s laughing at something across the dining hall and it makes your chest tighten.

God damn, you don’t know how in the hell someone so fucking nerdy can make you so fucking weak in the knees.

Across the room, Jungkook adjusts the round lenses that have been sliding down his nose, and it makes your heart flutter. He laughs again at something someone beside him said. His nose scrunches as he does it, and the cute bunny teeth are obvious, and it makes you want to die a little inside but also throw him off a bridge a little bit. He starts talking, animated and excited, and you wonder what it is he’s talking about. You can almost pretend that he’s talking about you for a second, until he pulls something out of his bag and sets it on the table, covering it with his hands before pulling them back in a dramatic effort to reveal–

God, it’s a fucking Hatsune Miku figurine. 

You feel like sobbing at the sight. “God, he’s such a fucking weeb,” You say, hatred for yourself rolling off the words in absolute waves. Jisoo huffs, probably annoyed that you haven’t been listening to her rant, and waves a hand.

“You knew this,” She tells you bluntly. The issue is that she’s 100% correct; the first time you ever remember seeing Jungkook, he was in a God damn Naruto cosplay, dumbass wig in his hands while he adjusted his ninja headband, and he was still the most beautiful human being you’d ever laid your eyes on.

His eyes dart over like he could hear your thoughts and he makes eye contact; you get whiplash, you look away so fast. Your face is burning, you can feel it, and you’re actually in danger of staring a hole into the table with how hard you’re looking at it.

“You’re safe, he isn’t looking anymore,” Jisoo eventually says. You chance a glance to see that Jungkook is focused on whatever conversation he’s having, Hatsune Miku nowhere to be seen and replaced with a very pretty red flush across his cheeks. You audibly coo over the sight and Jisoo pretends to gag.

“Don’t you have class?” She says. It’s obviously an attempt to distract you, she’s always so transparent about those things. Jungkook looks over again and suddenly your phone becomes the most fascinating thing in the entire world. You balk at the time, because fuck, you really do have class in two minutes.

“Bye Jisoo, love you, don’t gorge yourself on waffles, or Rose will kill you at practice!” You shout over your shoulder as you bolt from the dining hall.

You don’t see nor feel the eyes on your back as you go, too focused on making the five-minute walk into a sixty-second sprint.

Work is boring. It always is. You work the overnight shift, 9 pm to 4 am, so that you can balance your volleyball schedule and your classes and your bills. If there were less 24-hour coffee shops around, it may be busier, but alas, the trend of having spaces for haggard and exhausted college students to roll into at all hours of the day had caught on, and thus, you work at one of four all-night coffee shops. And that’s only on this side of campus. There were even more on the other side, where the dorms were, and they see much more traffic than yours. Kids never want to go very far to get caffeine, so the ones across the way were always bustling and packed full of people writing last-minute papers and emailing for sources and who knows what else. 

Which meant that only the stray customer wandered in after dark, usually people getting off work and wanting to unwind for a second before heading home. You got a lot of homeless people, camping out in corners away from other people and sipping on one coffee for hours at a time. Some of the other workers complained about them, but you didn’t really care one way or another. If it kept them off the street and out of the cold, then you’d let them sit there as long as you could. It wasn’t like there were many people around to complain, anyway.

Of course, the few customers meant that there were fewer interruptions to the daily tasks you had to do, so it only takes an hour or two, max, every night to get everything clean, stocked, polished, and counted. Which left another five for you to fill.

You sigh, staring at a blank page of your notebook. You’re lucky your boss doesn’t care if the workers do schoolwork on the job, so long as the work gets done and the customers are happy, but just this once you curse him for being so kind. You’ve been procrastinating this essay for a week and it was due next class, but you had absolutely no idea where to even start. You sigh again and straighten as the bell over the door rings, the customary 'Welcome to Brew’d Awakening, what can I get for you today?’ already halfway out before you actually look up.

You choke on air as Jungkook smiles at you, small and shy and sweet, and you can actually feel part of your soul shrivel up and die along with every single one of your brain cells. You stare at him for a solid six seconds as he peruses the menu hanging above your head, and you’re so focused on memorizing the way he looks this close up that you nearly miss his order.

“A large iced black, please?” He phrases it like a question and it’s adorable, despite the countless times you’ve bitched to Jisoo about people doing the exact same thing in the past. You tack on your customer service smile as best you can and ring him up.

It’s a relief to turn away from him to actually make his drink. He’s gorgeous, even with the dumbass hoodie with some naked anatomy model on it that has to be from some anime, that it makes it hard for you to breathe. He’s not even wearing the nerd glasses and it just makes his eyes so much more obviously beautiful, and you know Jisoo is going to whine about hearing you wax poetic over them for weeks after this. Your hands shake as you pour the coffee into the cup and click the lid into place, but you force yourself to steady them as you hand it to him.

He’s blushing again, and you want to kiss it so badly, and he waves. “Thanks,” He says as he starts to leave. Your brain is torn between responses, one half reverting to your generic response and the other wanting to assure it him it was absolutely not anything he needed to thank you for, and you can feel the stupidity coming, but you cannot stop the words as they claw up your throat and you nearly shout–

“Your problem!”

He falters in his steps, turning to give you a confused look, and you’re honestly disappointed the earth doesn’t quake and part to drag you directly to the pits of hell, because even that would be less painful than having to maintain your professional demeanor like you didn’t just say the absolute stupidest thing you’ve ever said in your entire fucking life.

Jungkook just nods and strides out of the coffee shop, bell dinging in his wake.

The screech you unleash in the break room a few seconds later is inhuman and chilling, and yet Rose doesn’t seem at all fazed.

“I would say you should just talk to him, but clearly you can’t even do that like a normal person.” She pats your arm as you bang your head into the table, and you consider the option of getting new friends.

You’re no stranger to wild Jungkook sightings. You both go to the same university, you both have similar classes, you both take full advantage of the dining hall at every opportunity, you both use the library. It’s hard to go ten feet on campus without seeing someone you know, and it’s even harder when you’re actively looking for that person everywhere you go.

So you’ve already seen him a couple of times after the Your Problem Incident - and you may have turned around and completely avoided even thinking about it, but who’s going to judge you for that, really - when you walk into an extra-credit lecture for one of your science classes to immediately zero in on the familiar grin.

You’d foolishly believed this would be a popular lecture and as such would be held in one of the big lecture halls, the ones that seat 100+ people, but no. Of course not. This was in a regular ass classroom, with regular tables and regular students and regular everything, including the dumbass that regularly stars in every single one of your daydreams. The impulse to turn and run jolts through you, but before you can do exactly that, Nayun is calling your name and waving you over to the seat she saved just for you.

Right in front of him.

Several people turn at her call, but you focus your gaze on the chair and refuse to look to see if he’s looking at you. You refuse, you will not be that girl, you have standards, dammit, and grades to keep up, and immense public humiliation to pretend never happened.

You have to pass him to sit at your chair since Satan himself designed the classroom and put the door at the back of the room, as only a literal demon would do. You focus on not falling flat on your face, as you’ve been prone to do when Jungkook is in your range of vision, and as such you’re wholly unprepared for the way his scent floods through your brain.

You’re able to sit before you collapse entirely, legs shaking because he smells so fucking good. You’ve become accustomed to the boys’ volleyball team, who’re known for always wanting to hang out right after practices but not ever wanting to shower after practices. You’ve been friends with guys before. You are very close with several of the guys on the volleyball team. You’ve been around college dudes for three entire years. You know how guys smell, you know they all tend to get wrapped up in whatever boys think about and neglect their own hygiene unless gently reminded that no, Taehyung, girls do not like it when a guy is sweaty.

Apparently, one dude didn’t get the memo, because Jungkook smells like fucking heaven. Clean linens and summer flowers and rainstorms, with a lingering and faint whisper of chlorine that shoves you into the nostalgia of high school summers at the pool with your friends. It’s glorious and wonderful and you’ve never been close enough to smell him before, which you also never thought would ever go through your brain.

You wish you could say you’ve never thought of how he might smell, you really do. But the truth is you are a girl in love, with an overactive imagination and a lot of time spent not writing essays. You’ve imagined a lot of things. And yet. Even in your wildest daydreams, there is no possible way you ever could have expected it to floor you the way it did.

Nayun is saying something and you’re nodding along, but she could be telling you the secret to life itself and you would never know. You’re too focused on him. You can’t look at him - a blessing and a curse, because now you may be able to pay attention to the lecture, but you’ll also be too distracted to think about anything but if he’s looking at you - but you can hear him. You’ve heard him speak before, you’ve built up somewhat of a resistance to his voice and the way it slides along the air, which is such a sappy romantic thing to think but here you fucking are.

You have not, however, heard him speak for such a long period of time about the continuity errors in Boku No Hero Academia. You don’t even know what the fuck that is, never heard the phrase in your entire life, but he’s so passionate about it that you can’t help but listen. He’s making all sorts of points and giving all kinds of examples and you want to nod along just to encourage him. For all you know he could be wrong about every single instance he mentions but fuck, he just sounds so sure of himself and so absolute that it has you wanting to agree.

The sheer confidence in what he’s saying has you getting weak in the knees. He’s such an absolute fucking weeb, and yet it’s always been so sexy to you when someone knows their shit and can prove it. You could have gone your entire life without knowing that that particular kink extended to fucking anime.

The professor walks in shortly after and you are blessedly saved from more of Jungkook’s rants about anime inconsistencies. You’re impossibly wet and you curse yourself for the millionth time for somehow falling for the biggest dork the planet has possibly ever seen. You focus all of your attention on the lecture, doing your best to take notes even as you find yourself doodling the best (read: atrocious) representations of Jungkook in the margins of your notebook.

You groan on the way out. You’d spent the full hour and a half taking sporadic notes between doodles of Jungkook as a prince. You still couldn’t decide if you were imagining the feeling of someone watching you, either. Nayun just laughs and leads you to the dining hall for dinner before you both had to head to practice.

You are blessedly free of Jungkook for exactly four days. It is, in fact, a new record, since the first time you saw him.

It’s turned your life into a hellscape and you hate it.

You look for him around every corner and past every door, and more than once you’ve caught yourself expecting him to walk through the door at the coffee shop for absolutely no reason. You’ve only ever seen him there the one time. There was literally no reason to expect him to show up ever again, and yet each time someone walked in, you responded as if it was the 1500s and the king himself had entered the building.

If you’re being honest, though, your biggest issue with not seeing Jungkook’s dumb ass for four entire days is that it is just long enough for you to start to expect not to see him. It’s just enough time for you to get so accustomed to not seeing him around that you stop turning corners and looking for him immediately. You don’t immediately think 'this is it’ when the bell above the shop door rings. It takes a second to kick in, a delayed response that is still habit but one on its way out.

You miss him, that is definite. You find yourself wishing that he would show up out of the blue one day, spouting some nonsense, just for the sake of hearing it again. His rants about which Bleach character would actually win a fight because 'well, according to the manga,’ his tirades about how the revamp of Voltron is nowhere near as genuine as the original and is clearly pandering, you just…miss it. You never understand a goddamn thing he’s saying but it’s so fucking attractive. He’s so passionate about all of it and he’s so knowledgeable that even the discussion you overheard in the library about the top ten most powerful moves in the entirety of YuYuHakusho had you dripping and running for your apartment, and you miss that.

At this point, though, you should know the universe fucking hates you.

It’s late, close to 2 am, you haven’t slept in too long because you had an away game that afternoon that you lost on a fucking bullshit call and then had to stay to watch the boys’ team play. They, of course, crushed their opponents, which you were proud of, but it only made your defeat that much more bitter. You were still pissed about it when you rolled into work that night, Rose lagging behind to talk to the coach and Jimin glowing beside you with how well his team had done.

You’re tired, you’re pissed, you’re starving, you have a test in six hours that you haven’t studied for, the cafe is mercilessly dead, there’s a guy in the corner building an actual literal scale model of a castle, and all you can think about is the bullshit ref insisting that the ball touched Jisoo’s elbow after she made contact and completely fucking over the last serve of the game in favor of your opponents.

Jimin, the light of your life and angel among men, had gotten your food before your break. It isn’t fancy, two quick drive-thru burgers with fries and a drink, but it may as well be the nectar of the gods with the way you’re inhaling it. The angel and future father of your immaculate conception babies sits on one of the stools against the counter, chin in his hand as he watches you eat. He looks torn between horror and fascination and you can’t blame him for it. It must be a sight to behold: you, behind the shop counter, elbows planted for maximum efficiency, mouth stuffed full of French fries, ripping viciously into a burger as you continue to go off about the bullshit that was your match that day.

Really, you wouldn’t be this mad any other day. But the combination of so many shitty things - hunger, exhaustion, stress, frustration, not having seen the love of your life Jeon Jungkook in y e a r s - has you absolutely livid. You’re well past the end of your break by now, but Rose knows all too well how you are and is graciously letting you vent until you’re less ready to rip the head off the next person that comes in the door.

You express the sentiment to Jimin, who laughs, the fucker, and fail to realize that someone has, actually, just walked into the coffee shop. You’re halfway through your sentence - “I swear to God, Park, if I see that fucking ref again, I’m gonna rip his balls off and shove them so far up his ass that he starts to digest them, what kind of bullshit even was that, her elbow was nowhere near the ball, that foul never would’ve stood if we had been on our court,” - when it registers that Rose is taking an order. You glance over, out of habit more than anything, and proceed to attempt to inhale the food crammed into your mouth as you gasp.

Of course, of fucking course, Jungkook would show up while you’re like this. Your hair is a mess, still damp from the post-game shower, you’ve got some kind of stain on your shirt from the food that’s absolutely smashed into your mouth, and you’ve just been basically shouting expletives all over your workplace, which he definitely heard. It’s made worse because he’s staring at you, eyes wide behind his stupid round glasses, and his striped shirt with fucking ridiculous overalls. You’re torn between planting one on him since he looks so fucking cute and bewildered, decking him straight in the face because where the fuck has he been, and just bolting straight out of the shop because the guy you’ve liked for two fucking years witnessed all of that and you want to die.

You stare at him and he stares at you, looking as shocked as you feel. Jimin is just looking between the two of you, a shit-eating grin overtaking his face as he starts to connect dots you never ever wanted him to connect, because-

“Jungkook-ah, I didn’t know you came here!” Jimin says, grinning at the younger boy and one of his very best friends. He’s got a glint in his eye that you recognize and you contemplate not for the first time if you could actually impale him with a coffee stirrer.

“Oh, yeah, well…” Jungkook stutters and you hate that it’s so cute. “The others close to my dorm are all really busy at this time of night, y'know, so I like to get coffee on this side of campus so it’s still coffee and not watered down when I get back to my dorm.”

“Why don’t you just drink it here?” Jimin asks as he stirs his own coffee that had long since gone cold, as if he had every right in the world to offer up your coffee shop to a literal God among men. “It’s quiet, you could probably get more work done here than in your dorm. I remember you said your neighbors have been keeping you up.”

Jungkook turns red and looks away. Rose takes the opportunity to slide his iced coffee across to him and he takes it with a smile that makes your heart melt. You watch the exchange with more focus than you probably should, and the food is forgotten in lieu of your future husband right there in front of you for the first time in days.

“I guess I could,” Jungkook eventually says, eyes darting all over. They rest on you every few minutes before quickly flying away, and it makes you even more self-conscious of the stain on your shirt and the way grease has no doubt pooled around your mouth. You grab a napkin to try to clean yourself up as Jungkook continues. “I just don’t know if I could focus here, y'know, there’re a lot of…distractions.”

The silence that follows the statement is deafening, only broken by the quiet huffs of the guy building a castle in the corner.

Jungkook turns even redder and ruffles the back of his hair. It’s impossibly cute and you’re halfway to offering to ruffle it for him, either between his sheets or in the alley out back, when Jimin cuts you off.

“Well, you should consider it, at least. I always have the best times here, even with all the distractions.” Jimin sips at his coffee as he speaks and you get the very distinct sense that he’s teasing Jungkook about something you don’t know. The younger boy just smiles and gives a quick bye to Jimin and Rose. You like to think his smile softens as he looks at you, and the way he says your name as he waves will forever be embedded into your mind.

He’s gone before you can respond and you’re glad, sure you must be at least as red as the strawberry syrup. Jimin whirls on you the second Jungkook is out of sight, Rose doing her best to pretend she isn’t mortified for you.

“I cannot believe that you didn’t tell me - me - that the guy you’ve been pining after all these years is Jungkook.” Jimin sounds scandalized and betrayed and his face just makes you think of- “Top Ten Anime Betrayals, really.”

“Fuck, this is exactly why I didn’t want you to know! I used his codename for a reason.” You whine, dropping your head to the countertop with a resounding thud.

“Oh, yes, because Dumb DumbDook is oh-so-subtle,” Rose mutters. You ignore her.

“I could have been doing wingman work this whole time, though! Imagine how much further along you’d be if I’d been able to hype you up every time I hang out with him. You’d be able to talk to him, five words at least.” You smack Rose when she laughs.

“No, absolutely not. There’s no way it’s gonna happen, Jimin, I can’t set myself up for that failure.” You shake your head and go back to your food, though you’re much less angry after seeing your weeb. “Besides, we’ve got like…nothing in common, what would we even talk about?”

“Are you serious?” The deadpan is what catches your attention, and when you glance up, the look Jimin is giving is scathing. “I’ve heard you gush about his nerd rants, alright, you said yourself you could listen to him talk for weeks without getting bored of hearing his voice.”

“Conversations are a two-way street, Jimin. What the fuck could I contribute to that?”

“Uh…you’re kidding me, right? You didn’t see that face he made while you were doing your whole 'I’m gonna shit talk the ref because he made a call I didn’t like’ thing.”

“It was bullshit and you know it, he never would’ve done that shit for the other side.”

“Point stands, dude. Kook could listen to you go off about your sports shit for just as long as you could with his anime shit. I’d put money on it.”

“You’re delusional, Park, but I’m gonna let you live in this fantasy world because it’s nice to have company here.” He scoffs but doesn’t press the topic, which you’re thankful for. Instead, you fish your study guide out of your bag and hand it to him so he can quiz you about the test you have in four hours.

It seems that Jungkook takes Jimin’s word as law because he starts to show up more and more often. At first, it was just the coffee shop, where he would order his iced black and then leave with a shy smile that had you melting. Then he was at the library at the same time you were, one table over and typing furiously away at his laptop. You assumed it was for a class until he disappeared and returned with a printed copy and you caught the “Neon Genesis Evangelion: A New Order, Chapter Five” at the top.

You won’t lie, you did judge him just a bit for that because you don’t even know anything about the show but no way in hell would you be caught dead printing your fanfic on wireless school computers when cloud hacks are a thing.

He appears at your favorite takeout place, too; not that he saw you since you dove behind a fish tank to avoid getting caught. You’d watched carefully through the water as he waited, looking around in the meantime as if in search of something. He almost looked dejected when he left, though you didn’t know why until you got your food and found out they were out of crab rangoon like you hadn’t just been playing peekaboo with one in the fish tank for twenty minutes.

The thing that really gets you, though, the one that grinds your gears, is how he makes the coffee shop his thing. He just keeps showing up, night after night, and while at first he just left with his coffee, he apparently decided that wasn’t enough, because now he stays. He parks himself at the corner table near the outlet and taps away at his laptop while you try to do any semblance of work. He’s so distracting. He makes the most adorable faces - the brow furrow and slight frown when he’s focused and trying to figure something out, the clenched jaw with tongue in cheek when he’s irritated or frustrated, the cute ass bunny smile that makes you want to jump off a bridge and/or push him off a bridge.

Honestly, if you’re being truthful, you could’ve gotten used to that. He’s quiet and doesn’t talk much and even though you can feel him nearby like a sunflower to the sun, you could’ve managed eventually.

The issue is that his nerd friends start joining him, and they are not quiet. They are loud and argumentative and enjoy debating their dweeb things and they especially enjoy dragging Jungkook into said dweebates, if you will. Which in and of itself is not terrible. You’ve had a literal debate team in here practicing, you’re accustomed to that kind of thing.

No, the issue is that Jungkook is like the king weeb. He seems to know everything about everything complete with sources to back it up and even if he doesn’t know something he can either find out in ten seconds or he can bullshit his way to being right. And it’s so goddamn sexy. He just fucking…owns the other nerds, no matter what the subject is, and he’s so confident and sure and he gets sassy with them when he knows he’s right and they’re wrong. The body language, the expression on his face, the way he just stomps them into the dirt…it gets you hot and bothered every fucking time, and it’s a problem, because you’re at work. It is not socially acceptable to kidnap someone into the break room to fuck their brains out because they just won an argument about whether Yu Gi Oh or Pokemon was a more successful trading card game.

It’s made even even worse because Jungkook has started to pay attention to your rants. Every time you have a game or watch one with the team, you and Rose spend at least part of your shift talking about the ups and downs, what can be improved, what you specifically need to work on and how you can do it. One night the two of you spent upwards of an hour debating whether Lang Ping or Mireya was a better overall player and why, and when you finally stopped to restock the coffee beans, Jungkook was staring at you with a look in his eyes that you couldn’t place.

Of course, that was when you turned and hid in the storage room for the rest of your shift, but the point fucking stands.

Jeon Jungkook is a menace and he is taking over your life and you really should be more mad about it. It almost comes to a head when Jimin drags you to a swim meet, which you have attended exactly zero times in your entire life because who the fuck cares about swim meets.

“Trust me,” He had pleaded. “I want to go to support some friends, but I’m gonna be bored if I have to sit alone on the bleachers.” You’d eventually caved when he promised to buy you food, and now your ass was planted on the most uncomfortable stand seats you’ve ever been on and you were about to pop a blood vessel because Jimin was being so fucking infuriating about everything. He’d pulled you straight from practice, not letting you change or shower or anything, and he’d been trying to goad you into a debate the entire time you’d been waiting for the meet to start. It was legitimately starting to get you riled up, even as you stretched your legs out, thighs spread wide as your fingers massaged the muscles in your familiar post-game routine.

“For the last fucking time, Jimin, no, the Canada/Mexico save was not better than the fucking Italy/France save!” He rolls his eyes, but he opened this can of worms so now he has to suffer with you. “It was flashier, sure, with the sliding and the moving of the barriers, but the Italy/France save was more technically sound and less likely to result in any kind of ref interference. They were both good, sure, but there is no way you can truly believe that the flashier and less technically sound and less safe of the two is actually better.”

“Oh, your boyfriend’s waving,” Jimin says as he smiles and waves, eyes turning into crescents as he does.

“What? I don’t have a-” You stop when you look. You really should have expected this because life is a cruel mistress and the universe itself is even crueler, but here you were. Rendered speechless by the sight of Jungkook. In swim pants. Shirtless.

“You’re drooling,” Jimin comments dryly.

“Fuck off, it’s not my fault he’s sculpted by the gods.” You don’t even bother to look at Jimin, too focused on the way Jungkook’s back flexes as he pulls himself out of the water. Time legitimately slows, water falling off of him and trailing down abs you did not know were there, and your heart honest to God stops beating. “What the fuck is he even doing here?”

“He’s on the swim team,” Jimin smirks and calls Jungkook over before you can shove your hand over his mouth. “Kook-ah, good luck! You’re gonna do great!”

“Thanks, hyung,” Jungkook says with an excited grin as he jogs over. You don’t think you take a single breath in the five minutes they chat. Your chest may actually explode, and you’re tempted to dive into the pool not two feet away to cool off. Jungkook steps back like he’s going to leave, giving you a small smile as he does.

“Wait, Jungkook, remind me, how did you get into swimming? Someone was curious,” Jimin nods ever so subtly to you but you can’t even find the strength to be upset because Jungkook’s chest is right there and you want to run your tongue along his muscles.

“Oh, there’s actually this anime called Free! I don’t know if you’ve heard of it, it’s really good, but it’s about these swimmers. They complete and a lot of it is them learning how to get better at their techniques so I thought, 'well, that can’t be that hard can it?’“ You let out a quiet sob. He’s just…you clench your fist in your lap and sigh. He’s just such a fucking nerd. Jungkook shoots you a somewhat worried look but continues. “It’s how I learned archery and boxing, too. I saw them in manga and got really interested and figured if the characters can do it, why can’t I?”

“God, that’s so fucking nerdy,” You mutter. It doesn’t register that you spoke out loud until you see Jungkook’s reddening face and hear Jimin’s soft choke. “In a good way! I mean, I think it’s…it’s really awesome that you just saw it and did it, that’s really…” Don’t say sexy. “…cool.”

Jungkook stares at you, cheeks reddened, and you struggle not to start digging your own grave here and now in the middle of this indoor pool area. You’re about to stand and do exactly that when Jungkook’s face brightens and his nose crinkles and the most blinding grin you’ve ever seen in your life takes over his face as his shoulders bunch up. Your eyes are probably actual fucking hearts now, it’s easily the most adorable thing you’ve ever seen on a human male as tall and buff as he is, and it kind of makes you want to shove him in the pool.

You really don’t have to, though, because he just shakes his head and turns to go back to the swimmer’s benches or whatever they’re called in swimming. He’s ruffling the back of his hair again and watching the ground, but he keeps turning back to beam at you and Jimin. You see it before Jimin does, and both of you start to call for him when his heel slips and he falls completely back into the water.

Every face in the area turns to look at where Jungkook is surfacing, wiping his face and slicking his hair back out of his face. The sight of it nearly sends you into heart palpitations because you honestly didn’t think he could get more fucking attractive but you were wrong. You force yourself to calm down because Jimin is too busy rolling on the ground beside you to be of any use in resuscitating you if your heart actually gave out.

“Ah, nani,” You hear Jungkook mutter as he climbs out of the pool and you wish you had a brick to hit yourself with because of course, of fucking course, he looks so fucking good and is so fucking bone-meltingly hot and still says weeb shit like ‘ah, nani’ when he falls into a goddamn pool.

You’re honestly legitimately fucked and the fact that you don’t even care anymore says a lot more about you than you want it to.

It all actually comes to a head nearly a week after the swim meet. The sight of a wet and dripping and half-naked Jungkook doesn’t leave your mind, forever burned into your retinas, but even more wonderful is the shy, bashful Jungkook that greets you the next day at the coffee shop. It’s almost like he thinks you’re going to tease him, as if he didn’t see you shoving your whole mouth full of junk while cursing out a ref, as if he didn’t fully hear you tell him ‘your problem!’ with a happy grin and death in your eyes the first time he came into the shop.

It’s just…it’s so fucking cute that you physically cannot contain it anymore, and you find yourself bemoaning your state of perpetual adoration with Jisoo and Rose while you all shower after the latest match.

“I’m just going to suffer for the rest of my life aren’t I?” You say, speaking louder than you typically would in order to be heard over the several showerheads currently running. “It’s too much for my heart to take, absolutely too much, he’s too fucking…ugh, clenches fist, he’s too fucking cute.”

“Did you just verbalize the ‘clenches fist’ meme?” Rose shoots from her own stall. You shoot a face at the wall separating you, not that she can see it. “Listen, you know how I feel about this. You need to make a move because that boy never will. He’s a mess.”

“Wow, who else do we know that’s also a mess at all times for the guy they’ve liked for years?” Jisoo comments from her own shower across the way. You groan and kick your stall door, which only results in a muffled curse and you cradling your toe as you balance precariously on one foot.

“Do not injure yourself, we have a tournament next weekend,” Rose says offhandedly. You huff.

“Why would I even make a move? He’s got…Hatsune Miku and anime girls and shit.”

“Oh, of course,” Rose says. “I forgot, every guy would willingly give up a gorgeous, real-life girl willing to fuck him senseless for a pretty cartoon. Silly me.”

“What I don’t get,” Nayun calls from the locker room proper. “Is why you think he isn’t interested. He gets a chub every time he so much as looks at you, and don’t think Jimin didn’t tell me about the swim meet. The boy fell into a pool.”

“Yeah, because he’s a goddamn idiot.” You shake your head and wash the conditioner from your hair.

“What if we dare you to do it?” Rose’s voice echoes from too close. You turn and see her silhouette against the plastic shower curtain. She takes your confused silence as permission to continue. “Seriously, if we dare you to ask him out, will you?”

“What the fuck,” You say, sticking your head out of the curtain to level a glare at her. “I’m not ten years old, why the fuck would I do something just because you dare me to?”

“Bet, then,” Jisoo says as she wraps her hair in a towel. Your eyes must be wide as saucers because she laughs. “Bet on it. If the boys lose this game, you have to ask him out.”

“No no,” Rose says, and a familiar and all-too-dangerous grin spreads on her face. “If the boys lose this game, you have to confess. Do the gift and the letter and the whole fucking anime thing for him. If they win, we’ll drop it, and listen to your moaning and groaning for the rest of forever without complaint or comment.” Jisoo and Nayun look much too excited at the prospect, but you’ve been watching the boys play all season.

“What kind of bet is that? The boys haven’t lost a game all season.”

“Then you don’t have anything to worry about, do you?” Rose says, grinning as she saunters over to put her street clothes on. “Five minutes before game start.” You curse and rush to finish your shower, determined not to run laps for being late again.

As fate would have it, you do have reason to worry, because apparently, the rival university recruited some fucking professional athlete super mutants or some shit. It’s a close game, the boys only losing by one, but with the level of skill they’ve been playing with all season, it should’ve been an easy win.

And yet.

You’re standing outside the boys’ locker room, waiting patiently for Jimin. It’s a routine you got into when you first met, just after you’d both joined the respective teams. He would wait for you and you would wait for him, as long as it took, especially after a loss. You’re still in shock, still reeling from the game itself. You would almost think Jimin had found out about the bet and thrown the game, just to get you to shut the fuck up about Jungkook, if you didn’t know him.

If you didn’t see the dedication he put into the game, the perfection he expected of himself and his team. It rivals even Rose’s, and you can hear him yelling from where you stand, slamming what is probably his fist into a locker several times before he falls silent. As much as you had riding on this game, as pissed as you are that you lost the bet, you know it’s minuscule in comparison to the way Jimin feels, and you can’t even summon up enough energy to fool yourself otherwise. You’ve known him too long.

When he finally does emerge, you help wrap his knuckles with a clean bandage and ruffle his hair. “It’ll be alright, Park,” You tell him, quiet. He doesn’t say anything, just nods, and you sling your arm around his shoulder to lead him to your car. He’s quiet the rest of the night, even as you eat shitty fast food burgers in your car, even as he sits at the counter at the coffee shop, textbook open in front of him but not reading it.

“So I bet the girls that I would do an anime confession for Jungkook if you lost, you wanna help me plan it?” You ask him towards the end of your shift, long after said dork is gone from the shop. It’s the only time you see Jimin smile all night, but it’s worth it for the way his eyes crinkle and he starts outlining ideas.

“Did you even sleep last night?”

“I’ll sleep when I’m dead,” Jimin responds as he chugs the rest of his coffee. Calling it coffee is generous, if you’re honest because it smells like he put twenty espresso shots in a cup and added some sugar. You force back a gag and shudder at the thought. “Everything’s in place?”

“This isn’t a bank heist, Jimin, I’m giving him a fucking box and a letter.” Even behind sunglasses you can tell the look he’s giving you is withering. “Whatever, yes, everything’s in place.”

“Good. Target sighted. Commence mission.”

You huff, grumbling as you move forward to the door. Of the cafe. Where you work. Where Jungkook is sitting, surrounded by his dork friends and heatedly arguing about something you no doubt have no clue about. Looking absolutely delectable, despite just being in a regular ass fucking jacket and a beanie that almost matches his skin and his hair looks so soft that you want to rub your face in it and also maybe bury your fingers in it while he’s between your legs.

You open the door and are immediately hit with the sound of Rose choking on her drink, the sudden conversation about which dps character is better - what the fuck that means, you don’t know - screeching to a halt, and every single person in the shop staring at you. Which is only like three people that aren’t Rose, Jungkook, Jimin, or the six people around Jungkook, but still. You force yourself not to throw up and move, cursing the itchy and uncomfortable dress the entire way.

Really, it was Jimin’s fault. You’d been brainstorming ways to confess and how to make it so perfectly Jungkook that he at least had to respond. He’d been the one to suggest dressing up as Hatsune Miku, which you, of course, nixed immediately. You weren’t about to spend who knows how much on a fucking wig and costume of one of the most popular cartoon characters of the modern age, not when you were only going to use it one fucking time.

So here you fucking are, dressed up like god damn Haruhi Fujioka, in an itchy yellow dress that doesn’t move where it should and feels like fucking sandpaper against your skin, that Jimin just happened to have on hand, like that wasn’t super fucking weird, and now everyone at your place of employment is staring at you and the small white box in your hands with a little pink envelope on top of it and you can hear Rose’s muffled laughter as you step further into the shop.

You stare at the ground as you walk, determined to get this over with as quickly as possible. It doesn’t take more than a few steps before you’re staring down at Jungkook’s Timbs. You take a deep breath, and then another, and then another before you look up. He’s openly gawking, jaw nearly on the floor as he looks you up and down. Not a single soul is making a noise in the shop, so your voice rings out loud clear as you say–

“My chest hurts when I think about this person. When this person is happy, I am happy. When he smiles, I feel like crying. I distinguish his voice better than other people’s. I think this person is respectable. I want to become this person’s strength. I have scored more than 80 points, and it’s official. I-” You stop, cursing the fact that you’re doing this at three in the fucking morning on your day off in your workplace all because of a fucking bet and the fact that you couldn’t shut up about Jungkook’s stupid fucking face for more than two minutes without being in danger of combustion. “I like him, and I hope that he feels the same.”

You shove the white box into his hands and turn on your heel. Without looking back, you march out the door, grabbing Jimin on the way even as Jungkook calls after you. You keep going, walking quicker than you ever have to get to your apartment as fast as possible. Jimin just laughs as he follows you.

“I can’t believe you actually did it, holy shit. I hope he likes the chocolates, you worked really hard on them.”

“This is going to end up on the internet, I just know it, and I’m stating right now that this was not how I ever wanted to fucking tell him.” Jimin laughs again and hands you the coffee Rose had made you. When you finally make it back to your apartment, he helps you take the dress off and gets the pint of ice cream out of the freezer so you can wallow in peace.

“You don’t even know what he’s going to say,” Jimin protests, though he heaps his own spoon with ice cream in the process.

“I walked up to him in a jank cosplay of a shojo manga character and confessed my fucking love for him, Jimin.” He balks at the look you give him. “I don’t care how much of an otaku he is, he’s gonna think I’m fucking weird.”

“Well, don’t count yourself out just yet, alright?” Jimin ruffles your hair and you swat at him. “You never know. Maybe he’s really into Ouran and you just don’t know it.” You groan and bury your face in a pillow in an attempt to smother yourself. It doesn’t work.

It still hasn’t worked the next day when you wake up around noon to find Jimin gone and your dishes done for you. You grumble about it since you had every intention of doing your own dishes, but you send him a quick ‘thanks for washing my grime bitch’ because no matter how capable you are, you never want to do them.

It’s later that night when you’re fresh out of the shower and getting ready to head to your practice except for the fact that you can’t find your fucking keys that there’s a knock on your door. You open it without looking and dive back into the couch, bent nearly in half while you dig through the cushions. “Hey, Nayun, I’m almost ready, I just have to find my keys. I think Jimin threw them somewhere last night, after that fucking debacle at the shop-” A choked noise that definitely does not sound like Nayun reaches your eyes and you bolt upright, eyes wide.

Jungkook stands in the doorway to your apartment, wide eyes darting up from where he most definitely was staring at your ass and his face bright red. “Jimin gave me your address. Um…can we talk?”

You really want to say no. You want to tell him that no, you can’t, because you have volleyball practice, as he can tell from your uniform, and you absolutely cannot be late because Rose will literally use your entrails to make a new net.

Instead what comes out is, “Sure!”

You wave him in and close the door behind him, shooting off a quick text to Rose to let her know you might be late or may not show up at all, you’re not really sure because motherfucking Jeon Jungkook just showed up at your door. All you get back is a string of the cry-laughing emojis, and you curse whatever deity decided she should walk this earth with mortals.

“So,” Jungkook says. It’s long and drawn out, like he doesn’t really know where to go from here, but you’re distracted because he looks so good. Matching grey hoodie and sweats that are just the right side of baggy, standard Timbs, hair pushed to the side slightly to show off a bit of forehead. God, what is the world coming to that you’re this worked up over some fucking forehead?

“So,” You echo.

“Did you mean those things you said yesterday?” You hesitate and he takes it as an answer in itself. “Listen, I…I get it, y’know? You’re this super cool volleyball star, and I’m a big nerd who swims, haha, let’s tease the kid about his crush, but…it didn’t really seem like you were teasing. And now I’m confused because I can’t tell if you actually meant any of that or if you were just…dared to do it.”

“I was. Kind of. It was a bet, actually.” Jungkook’s face falls and you wince. “No, not like that, it wasn’t. Fuck, okay, it wasn’t a mean bet. I made a bet with the girls on the team that if the boys lost their game, then I would confess my feelings to you in some big dramatic anime way, like all that shit you like, right, and then the boys actually lost their game, so I had to do it, and then, wait.” Your brain catches up. “Did you say you have a crush on me?”

Jungkook’s face is still slightly pink, but he’s got the most tentative bunny smile on and he looks so unbearably fond that your heart is breaking. “I did,” He says softly. “So you really have feelings for me?”

“I’ve been in love with you for more than two years,” You blurt. You immediately want to take it back, want to suck the words back in before they can escape and embarrass you further, but it’s too late. “I mean…I was an orientation leader with Jimin right before my second year and you were in his group, and I saw you talking to some people and you were just really super cute and you have a really nice smile and I was kind of hooked and then later that year we were both at the dining hall and I was sitting near you and this guy said something about some anime and you were all, ‘really, because if you’d bothered to watch the show then you’d know blah blah blah’ and it was the single hottest anime takedown I’ve ever seen.”

Jungkook is silent through your babble, though his smile just grows and he fluffs the back of his hair. He looks around your apartment briefly, like he’s looking for words, and he’s got the prettiest flush on his face and you want to kiss it but he hasn’t said anything.

“I went to your first volleyball match that year, and you spiked a ball into a girl’s face,” He admits. You remember that match, mostly because- “And then you argued with the ref for almost ten minutes about whether or not you deserved a penalty for it because technically she was the one that tried to hit the ball with her face, you hadn’t tried to hit her in the face. I’ve never been so turned on by sports in my entire life.”

“I once spat water out my nose because you said hi to me in the dining hall.”

“I fell into that pool because you looked really fucking hot in your uniform and I couldn’t process the fact that you thought my anime shit was cool.”

“I want to lick your abs.”

He stops at that, and for a second, for a single second you think maybe you went too far, but then he’s glancing around at the apartment as if he’s actually looking for something now. “Is there anyone else here?” He eventually asks. You can’t even finish shaking your head before he’s on you, pressing his mouth to yours in a feverish kiss.

You want to say that it was soft and sweet and gentle at first, but it wasn’t, at all. The two of you had too much pent up sexual frustration for that. Instead, his lips move against yours with a ferocity you didn’t expect, and his hand on the back of your neck is unforgiving as he tilts your jaw to get deeper into your mouth.

“Fuck, Kook,” You moan, hands already roaming along his sweatshirt. “Please take it off, I’m begging you.” He chuckles, the sound low and rumbling against your lips and it sends a wave of arousal crashing through you even as he strips his hoodie off to reveal nothing underneath. You feast your eyes on the muscles he keeps hidden away, hands hesitating as they start to run along the skin. Jungkook doesn’t seem to mind, seems to actually bask in it, and he chuckles again as he lets his hands fall to your hips.

“Do you have any idea how long I’ve waited for this?” He whispers in your ear, and you find yourself shaking at the way it feels. Erotic and sensual and hot as fuck, you want to return the favor, but you find yourself at a loss.

“Do you have any idea how long I’ve waited for this?” You ask, pushing against his chest and walking back with him until his knees hit the couch. “Do you know how often I’ve thought of this?” You push again and he falls back onto it, hands coming to grip your thighs as you straddle him, and you make sure to grind your hips against his as you move to whisper into his ear. “How often I’ve touched myself thinking of you?”

Jungkook moans, and you want to etch the sound into your fucking skin, it’s absolutely glorious. He says your name like it’s a curse and you’ve never wanted someone more. You grind yourself against the stiffness you can feel through his sweats, your own volleyball shorts leaving little to the imagination. You’re absolutely soaked, and you know it’s going to be a bitch to wash but you could not give less of a fuck right now.

He rolls his hips up to meet yours and it’s your turn to moan, hands coming up to brace on his shoulders as your tongue slides along his neck and down to his throat. His breath hitches when you graze the skin there with your teeth, so you repeat the action. His hands tighten at your hips and slide to palm your ass; you never thought a guy’s hand on your ass would feel as good as it does, but you also never thought you’d be making out with Jeon Jungkook on your couch instead of going to practice.

“Fuck, Kook,” You moan into his mouth as he slides his right hand up your shirt to cup your breast. It’s more difficult than it usually would be, as you wear your sports bras to practice, but it doesn’t seem to faze him. “Need you.”

“Don’t wanna fuck you on your couch yet,” He replies between the slide of his tongue against yours. “Your room, wanna make you come in your bed first.” Your legs tremble at the thought and you push yourself up. It’s hard to stand, your legs are wobbly, but Jungkook doesn’t even seem to notice it as you turn. His chest is pressed against your back immediately, one arm wrapped around your waist to keep you steady while the other gropes your ass. His mouth is harsh on your neck and you can feel the bruises forming but at this point, you don’t even care.

You press yourself into him, and you can feel him. He curves, you can already tell; the heat radiating from the hardness pressed into the swell of your ass is delicious, and another wave of wetness seeps into your shorts as you think about what it’s gonna be like with him inside.

“You have no idea what these shorts do to me,” He whispers, nipping at the skin of your neck one last time before he slaps your ass - hard. You yelp, more in surprise than anything, but before you can say anything he’s pushing at your hips to force you through the apartment.

You’ve only made it to your bed faster once before this, when you thought you were being chased by an ax murderer that turned out to be a coat rack.

Jungkook isn’t gentle when you get to your room. He doesn’t even pause, just flips you around and shoves you onto the bed. It shouldn’t be nearly as hot as it is, and you’re quivering a little because of it. He slides between your legs, hands running slowly up your thighs, and it seems that now he’s decided to take his time.

His touch is feather-light against your skin. You can barely feel his hands as they slide up your thighs and over your hips, around your waist, and between your breasts, but you can’t ever deny where they are. You’re hyperaware of him, and the smirk on his face tells you that he knows it. The competitive side of you, the one that makes you so fucking vicious during games, swells; he needs to know you’re not one to take it lying down, and he needs to know now.

Your legs move up around his waist and you push, using all your weight to flip the two of you so he straddles you once more. He’s rock solid against your ass and you grind back into it. His hands slide along your waist again and he pouts a little.

“Wanted to taste you,” He whines, fingers dipping just below the waistband of your shorts. You hook your thumbs in alongside his and pull, letting the material slide down just enough to tease.

“So do it,” You tell him. He looks confused for a second before recognition washes over him. His dick twitches behind you, but you pay it no mind. You rise up enough to slide your shorts off, a true feat of excellence considering how tight they are, and when you settle back down on your knees, his tongue runs across your slit. You gasp at the feeling and he takes this as permission to continue.

Whatever you expected him to be like in bed, every sexual fantasy you’ve ever had about him, none could ever live up to the reality of Jungkook’s tongue sliding between your folds to flick your clit. You moan, nails digging into your thighs.

“You like that, princess?” He asks, muffled by your thighs and pussy. You nod before realizing that he may not be able to see you.

“Yes, I do,” You tell him, and your nails dig in harder when he flicks it again. He continues, tongue darting out to tease you but not giving you enough to get you where you want to go. You growl, and he laughs.

“Maybe you should be kitten instead if you’re going to growl at me.” You shudder at the name, and when you look down with red cheeks, he has one brow raised. “Really? Kitten?”

“Shut up, I know you have a Hatsune Miku body pillow,” You tell him. He looks ready to protest but you lower yourself so his lips brush your folds. He takes the hint, thankfully, and lets his hands curl up to grip your hips. “Put that fucking mouth to work, Jungkook, or so help me-” You’re cut off by an unexpected moan. He slides his tongue along you once more, from clit to hole, and you whimper.

You can literally feel the smirk against your pussy and you rock down onto him. He laps up your juices, swirling his tongue around your clit and back down to your hole. You grind your hips down into his mouth, desperate for more friction, and you feel soft breaths against you as he chuckles. You whine and he takes pity, angling himself better before sliding his tongue tantalizingly slow into you. You clench around him and are left unsatisfied. As wonderful and skilled as it is, it’s not nearly big enough to do what you need it to. Still, it feels damn good as he thrusts it in and out of you, good enough that when he starts to pull away, your hands dart down and tangle in his hair to keep him right where he is. You can feel your orgasm coming, it’s so close you can taste it, and when he slides a finger over your clit, you break.

Your hips stutter in their rhythm and you slide yourself to the side so he can breathe properly once more. He’s got a grin on his face and looks entirely too pleased with himself. He moves to lay between your legs, pressing soft kisses to your torso and thighs with every breath, and the fondness in your chest swells.

You can see him straining his sweats, it has to hurt, and yet here he is, showering you with kisses and sweet nothings instead of immediately trying to get off himself. What a refreshing change of pace.

“Thank you,” He mutters with a laugh, and you realize you’d been talking out loud. “I do really, really want to fuck you, though.” He trails kisses up your neck to your ear and you shiver. “Would you like that, kitten?” You whine and arousal courses through you once more. He trails kisses back down and unsnaps your bra; you would have to remember to thank Jisoo for suggesting you get a clasped sports bra, because it’s never been helpful before but thank God you don’t have to try to peel yourself out of a regular one now.

Jungkook presses his lips against your nipple lightly, fingers ghosting over the other to stiffen it. “You didn’t answer me, kitten. Do you want me to fuck you? Do you want me to slide into that pretty pussy?” You whimper, doing your damndest to pull him far enough that you can grind against something that isn’t air, but he holds his body just far enough away that you can’t. He gives your nipple little kitten licks, his saliva making the air that much colder and your nipples that much harder.

“You’re so wet for me, kitten,” He mutters as he lets his free hand rest on your thigh, thumb swiping lazily over your hipbone. “Can you feel it? Because I can, even from here. You’re absolutely soaked, I could probably just slide right in. Do you want that, kitten? You want me to pound that little pussy of yours until you can’t walk straight?”

“Fuck, Kook, please,” You moan. Your hands slide along his body, looking for any kind of purchase and finding none. He’s enjoying himself too much, and you’re too desperate right now to do anything about it. “Please, Kook, please fuck me already. I swear to god, I’m gonna send your fucking Evangelion fanfic to your professors if you don’t get in me soon.”

“How do you even know about that?” He asks, momentarily stunned out of character. You give him a satisfied grin.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” You lift your hips off the bed completely, letting them brush lightly against him. He stifles a moan and closes his eyes for a moment. When he opens them, your entire body shivers with delight; he’s still that dumbass weeb but fuck, he looks like he’s going to absolutely wreck you.

“I’m gonna fuck this slut pussy of yours until you’re gushing, you hear me, kitten?” He says, kicking his sweats off. You don’t even get a chance to appreciate the sight of his dick before he’s lining up with your hole, the tip brushing against your clit in the process and making you moan. “I’m gonna fucking pound your pussy until it’s so fucking full you can’t remember your own name, let alone random shit about me. You’re gonna be begging for my cock, all day every day.”

“Fuck, Kook, yes, please, I want that,” You grind your hips up again and he moves, sliding inside of you in one easy movement. The stretch burns at first; he’s fucking huge, and he does curve, and it presses against every inch of you in such a phenomenal way that you never want him to stop. Your eyes must have rolled back in your head because when you open them, Jungkook has one hand stroking your cheek as the other supports his weight.

“Are you good?” He asks, soft and gentle. You nod, rolling your hips in a quick circle to let him know how good. He lets out another groan, soft and muffled, as if he’s containing himself. “You’ll let me know if you need me to stop?” You nod again. “Fuck, kitten, you’re so good for me.”

He starts to move then, dick dragging against your walls as he pulls back out slowly before slamming back in. Your moan echoes through the apartment, but all you hear is the soft call of your name from his lips as he repeats the motion. You raise your hips to meet his thrusts and it only takes a couple of minutes before you’re both panting. Your legs lock around his hips to bring him in deeper and he moans at the contact. He sits back on his knees and brings you up with him.

You’ve wanted to ride his dick for years, and it’s so much better than you ever thought. Every drag of his cock has you clenching, every thrust with this new angle has him hitting your g-spot and you’re seeing stars. He’s got one hand on the small of your back to keep you steady and the other on the back of your neck so he can bring you in close and kiss you deeply, whispering sweet nothings in your ear when he has to breathe.

The two of you move in tandem, hips gyrating against each other’s as you chase that high together. Having him inside of you feels like heaven and you never want it to stop. He starts to pull out and you shake your head, slamming your hips down onto his with renewed vigor.

“Gonna cum,” He huffs, and you press a kiss to his cheek.

“Good,” You tell him. His grip on you tightens and he slams into you harder. “Fucking cum inside me, Kook, please.” He moans, loud and unashamed, as he hits deeper inside of you with more force than you expect. You’re bouncing on his dick now, there’s no other word for it, and you fucking love it.

“Fuck, kitten, gonna fill you up so good,” He mutters. You nod, feeling the pressure inside of you tighten. “Gonna paint you with it gonna cover your pussy with my cum, want you to feel me inside you for days. Fuck, take it, kitten, take my cum inside, all of it, don’t let a single drop fall out.” He slams into you, again and again and again. Your throat is raw from the screams, you’re pretty sure he has scratch marks on his back, but you can’t bring yourself to care because, fuck, he feels so good.

He slams into your g-spot again, at the same time he kisses you deep and moves his hand to rub against your clit, and your orgasm slams into you like a freight train. You can’t even say anything, moans swallowed up by Jungkook’s mouth, but he knows by the way you clench and spasm around his cock, you can tell, because it only takes a few more shallow thrusts and he’s over that edge with you. You can feel his hot seed settling inside, spreading to fill you completely.

He lays you back on your bed, gentle, and slides out. His cum starts to seep out of you, you can feel it on your thighs, and when you open your eyes, he’s staring at the sight.

“Is this…something to be worried about?” He eventually asks. You shake your head and tap your bicep.

“Implant,” You tell him. “We’re good.” He nods and leans forward, and you feel his finger slide up your slit once more, gathering all of his cum before he pushes it back inside of you. When he’s satisfied that you’re as full as can be, he lays down next to you and tugs you into a lazy embrace. You take his hand and lick it clean, surprised at the fresh wave of arousal that hits despite your exhaustion. He smiles, cute and bunny-like, with the nose scrunch and everything, and you let yourself get lost in it.

He traces invisible shapes on your skin with his hands, all over your thighs and belly and arms and chest, and it’s an intimacy you’ve never had before. You watch him, eyes following each curve he makes, and trying to figure out what he’s drawing.

“It’s not Hatsune Miku,” He eventually says. You raise your brows at him and he grins. “I don’t have a Hatsune Miku body pillow.”

“Oh,” is all you can say. “Well, then, I’m sorry I misjudged you.”

“It’s Nami from One Piece,” He admits. You roll your eyes and grab a pillow to smack him.

“This is why we can’t have nice things, Kook.”

“I disagree.”

“What do you mean, you disagree?”

“I’ve got you, don’t I?”

The blush on your face gives you away even as you suppress the smile, but Jungkook lets you pretend, content to continue drawing on you with his fingertips. It’s the first time you’ve felt content and at peace in two years, and - you can’t believe you’re about to think this - you’re glad you put on that fucking cosplay.