#I ONLY PLAY SALMON RUN OKAY BE NICE TO ME

[thegreatcrowdragon]

Save me Cipher save me…

[be-the-glenn-to-my-maggie]

Come with me on this journey okay:

-Stay-at-home-wheelchair-Dad Jake Sully babysits literally all children. His own, whatever fosters Norm has at the time, Tonowari’s, and Tsu’sey and Sylwanin’s. He is the babysitting and parenting God. 

-When they’re really rowdy he puts them all on leashes and has them pull him around the street yelling “MUSH, MUSH!”

-Eytukan is retired, so he helps Mo’at run her free clinic. Jake spends like all his free time there, “helping out” with his hoard of children. It’s really just a nice open area for the kids to play in, big fields and equipment in clear view while Jake helps with physical therapy.

-The clinic is where he and Neytiri met, he didn’t have the money for treatment on vet benefits after he was paralyzed in the marines so he ended up at the free clinic. Neytiri volunteers for her mother on the weekends, and she bullied him into enjoying life again. 

-Sylwanin and Jake are pretend frenemies, she pretends to hate him because he stole her little sister AND managed to get married and have kids before her and Tsu’tey who have been dating for like, their entire lives. Jake says it’s because they have yet to be blown up, and he can help her with that. 

-Every time Jake wheels his way in with all the kids Sylwanin goes “Oh, it’s you,” and Jake says “Yeah yeah, just your brother in law, not like I should get any respect around here,” and then he hands her her exact Starbucks order and offers to have Lo’ak throw up on her most hated patient. 

-(when he was little Lo’ak could throw up on command)

-Sylwanin loves all her nieces and nephews equally but she especially enjoys Spider, because before he was adopted he was in the clinic fairly often for suspicious injuries. She hasn’t shaken the urge to watch him like a hawk yet. 

-Eytukan and Jake are Boys in a way that disgusts all the women in their family. They go golfing together, and Eytukan accuses Jake of cheating via proximity to the ground.

-Lo’ak was DETERMINED to golf with them for years and when they actually let him come he cried he got so bored.

-Neteyam would never admit this under pain of death, but he enjoys golfing. 

-Spider, Neteyam, Ao’nung, and Lo’ak are all deeply obsessed with American Ninja Warrior, so Tonowari, Jake, and Tsu’tey built a course for them. They then started to get a little into it and it got serious. To this day out of everyone they know Jake is the only one to have completed the salmon ladder, and then he hauled himself off the mat and back into his chair and Tonowari and Tsu’tey had to reconsider their sexualities. 

-When Kiri, Lo’ak, Neteyam, Spider, and Ao’nung were all babies Jake went to the store with them all strapped to him or in a basket on his wheelchair and someone called the cops cause they thought he stole all those varying ethnicity babies. 

-Jake calls it The Great Baby Heist of 2077 and Tsu’tey always responds to this story by asking what idiot would want that many babies?

-Sometimes Sylwanin gets too friendly with Jake and quickly pretends to get mad at him. 

-Tonowari and Tsu’tey became friends by both being confused as hell by their friend Jake. When they met him he was all depressed and rotting away alone in the free clinic. Now he’s so high energy he raced Lo’ak once and threw himself out of his chair to get extra momentum to beat Lo’ak over the arbitrary finish line. He had a pool installed for Kiri to just float in and stare at the sky. He bakes cookies with Tsireya balanced on his chair between his legs so he can help her crack the eggs. He beat Tsu’tey in a wrestling match in the gym the other day. His enthusiasm for life scares them, they spend a lot of time side eyeing each other behind him. 

-Sylwanin (secretly) likes Jake because he’s a good father and husband to her kids, and he’s funny and a good person, but she likes him even more for the energy he brings out in her husband. Tsu’tey is NOT GOOD at making friends, he’s awkward and he’s a weirdo. But now he plays tennis twice a week with Jake, Norm, and Tonowari and spends like every evening she has to work at the Sully house for dinner. 

[octo-in-the-mainframe]

Side Order Spoilers!!!

Okay does anyone else find it weird that Smollusk and Pearl referred to both DJ Octavio and Agent 4 as "big shots"?

And that Pearl says Agent 4 "was supposed to be such a big shot"??

And that even though pieces of their souls got sucked into the Memverse they canonically have not been seen after the events of Splatoon 2 and 3 respectively???

Knowing that characters were added to Tableturf after the DLC, namely, Pearl, Marina and Acht, I wouldn't be surprised if more characters are added later.

"But Octo, didn't Nintendo say there would only be two waves of DLC?"

Well, yes...but I have reason to believe otherwise.

First, when announcing the two waves of DLC, yellow and blue were used for the first and second waves, but despite there being four colors used for the announcement, red and green made no further appearance.

I'm sure if Nintendo really wanted to, they could have found a way to make just the yellow and blue look nice, but they specifically added those two colors. Red, I get, that's Big Man's color, even if they don't use it much in promotional material, but GREEN?

If Nintendo were to make more DLC, three waves WOULD make sense, considering the leitmotif of threes throughout the game. It's the third game, there's 3 idols, 3 forces united as one, 3 Splatfest teams to choose from, etc.

But that still doesn't explain the fourth color. It breaks the pattern of threes and uses a color that is barely anywhere among our cast of characters, besides Marie, DJ Octavio, and maybe Callie.

And then I thought...what if it's to give us a taste of the next game? Next IS Splatoon 4, so I wouldn't put it past them for a sneak peek.

My other, and more likely idea was that it would center around Agent 4, which kind of ties in with the weird wording used for both Octavio and them. Perhaps we'll finally get to see what they've been up to, maybe even teaming up with a certain DJ?

As for the third wave...I'm not too sure. I think it might have to do with Lil' Judd and Marigold, though.

As we collect scrolls in Alterna, we get tidbits of the other characters' lives and some info on the Splatoon world itself.

But something that stood out to me is when we get to Pearl and Marina's scroll.

It's their outfits from the DLC, clearly meant to foreshadow their next appearance. And right before that was a scroll for the Squid Sister's podcast (and that dried up squid), which lines up since their hub world was brought to the game in the first wave of DLC.

But after Pearl and Marina, it's Lil' Judd.

Lil' Judd planning for Judd's demise.

Which has not been brought up seriously in the main game.

That...that means nothing, right? I mean, more DLC hasn't even been announced, ha-ha!!

But then the next page is Marigold, with her many pictures crossed out, with multiple names to the same-ish face. It's secretive; does she have various clones, multiple siblings? What is she?

And then, there's also the concerning connection between her and Lil' Judd.

Marigold works at Grizzco, evidenced by her voice at the counter and her vocabulary. Lil' Judd...is in CHARGE of Grizzco now, majorly implied by the new inclusion of a headpiece on him after you finish fighting Mr. Grizz.

I think the third wave of DLC will be focusing on Lil' Judd's plans to get rid of Judd and will involve a further look into Marigold and how Grizzco operates.

I mean, we can't keep stealing Salmonid eggs forever, can we? Eventually they'll run out. This endless back and forth has resulted in Big Run's happening, so it's not out of the question that we get a resolution to this.

(I personally think Big Run will have its own version of an ending, one where whenever you play Salmon Run after it it's "in the past," so that it doesn't affect whatever the conclusion was. Otherwise, the Big Runs would likely just get worse.)

Maybe we'll get to be Neo 3 this time and learn more Salmonid lore with our Smallfry friend!!

Of course, most of these concepts are speculation, but I do want to show off one last piece of evidence that I think can be rather damning.

The roped off barrier by the Metro. (Sorry I don't have an image of it, and I don't want to use anyone else's footage.)

Only removed once the DLC trailer was shown.

And look what we have here, as far back as the original Splatoon 3 Direct...

Another roped off barrier in front of the arch. Not just construction, like how Splatoon always sets up new places for the next game, no. It's a barrier, with a big empty space behind it.

I always thought it was so weird we weren't allowed to go over there, and now it seems so obvious to me what Splatoon has been implying.

I don't want to get my hopes up, or anyone else's, but I'm finding it exceedingly difficult to just move past these details and pretend like they're nothing.

What about you guys? Do you also think all of this is mighty suspicious? Do you have any theories regarding more waves of DLC, and what they could possibly be? Oh, and if you have more evidence for there being four waves, please feel free to tell me in the comments or through message. (I might not see the messages, though, because mine haven't been working that well, so mostly stick to comments and reblogs.)

Lastly, I did want to ask if anyone knows what the European version of the shop for the DLC means by “It’s possible that additional DLC, not listed above will also be distributed with the Expansion Pass.” I saw somebody mention it, I don't remember what post, but I was wondering if that was just a standard description for the European page or if it was just for this DLC. I'm in the US, and mine doesn't say that. If I'm completely wrong about this fact please tell me,,,

That's all I got though!! So, buh-bye!!!!

[heehoothefool]

I FINALLY FUCKING FINISHED SIDE ORDER

SPOILERS BELOW AS I TALK ABOUT IT

Okay so first and foremost congrats to Nintendo for making a genuinely fun new way of playing the game that felt really inventive and fresh. "Splatoon Roguelite" was not a concept I'd ever imagined seeing, and it certainly wasn't something I was entirely sure I'd enjoy when it was confirmed as a reality.

And yet, I found myself having an absolutely wonderful time with this game! It's not so hard it's impossible, but it's also not so easy that I get bored, striking a really nice balance of keeping me both deeply invested in the gameplay without ripping my hair out in a fit of gamer rage.

I think like many others, I too would have liked maybe a few more bosses in the boss floor rotation, but genuinely I'm more than happy to over look that just by virtue of how fun the game turned out to be. I do think maybe Parallel Canon could have stood to be a bit tougher, it really just feels like an Octoling Onslaught level from past solo modes, but that's about my only real complaint for how the bosses themselves play.

The music kicks ass like usual, and I liked the way they handled the story so that both players who really only committed to the one Big Run and players who, like me, went for all the palettes, had a good chance of leaving the dlc rather satisfied with their answers.

In terms of palettes, I was genuinely surprised with how good most of them felt, and was especially surprised when I found myself sincerely enjoying palettes with weapons I normally would despise! Finding out that Marina's palette was actually genuinely viable, and possibly one of the stronger palettes I the game, was such a rush of joy to me. In no world had I ever considered a brella, paired with a sprinkler and ink storm, would ever be a viable combination in a game like this. And yet it was so genuinely fun to play with and build and very quickly opened my eyes to very creative palette building methods!

Some part of me does wish the order clone weapons you got for beating a run weren't just Skins, because some of those kits were genuinely really good and unique and I would have loved to play with them in a competitive setting, but I do understand why Nintendo, and especially the Splatoon Team, didn't lock An Entire 12 Unique Weapon Kits behind a paid DLC, and I appreciate it deeply. (A new Luna kit would have been nice tho)

Also, holy fuck was 8's palette hell. Don’t get me wrong, it was a very good and enjoyable challenge, but also I reached Overlorder like 6 different times and kept dying on the final phase because I turned off my Damage Reduction Hack in favor of Increased Damage and An Extra Life while still being able to have like. 12 chips. So every enemy shy of the little bastards and the sprinkler bitches would one shot my armor. Not to mention Reef Slider spam. I kind of wish the chip reduction vs. active hacks wasn't as unforgiving as it is, but that's a personal preference and not really a complaint I'd genuinely launch against the game. I was just having a rough time due to the splattershot's low damage compared to the Jelleton's high hp. I felt like I'd been handed an Arospray with a little more range and a slower fire rate, but no added damage, and been launched into a profreshional Salmon Run match Alone. A really good weapon if you want a real challenge from the game.

Overall I loved this, and I'm definitely gonna make a few more runs to try and get the Prlz to buy out Cipher's shop. I already have all the gear and banners, just gotta pick up the stickers and decorations.

[loser-brain]

A quick little rant as I noticed while playing Splatoon 3

I’m assuming the new players don’t know that if someone either press ouch twice or spam it, it means the enemy is still there. Spamming ouch means urgency btw! Example being you died and a nearby teammate didn’t see you get killed so your quickly telling them an enemy is close by! or an enemy got me and they are in our base!

If someone press ouch once, they are just saying ouch but nice shot to the enemy player, like aw dang I got killed but this player is really good! They are more of a relax player and not competitive.

Same goes for saying booyah after saying ouch. Players will say booyah first to celebrate their kill. But if a player say ouch and then booyah that means they got the player kill never mind don’t worry about it! If they said ouch and you got their the enemy that got them they would say booyah as a thanks!

Don’t stand in front of snipers! Or either of your teammates really. Granted, I have this problem too forgetting my shots doesn’t just go through my teammates. So don’t clump up!

Squidbagging is still frowned upon! The difference between a squid party and squidbagging is when they start the match.

Squid party folks would either quickly run to the center as fast as they can or do a quick squid flop to get your attention to show Hey! We’re really chill folks and only want to hang out with friends!

Squidbaggers would squidbag you after ever kill they get or when their team is winning would squidbag right away.

I would report them as unsportsmanlike (disrupting team). Doesn’t matter if they are on my team or not. That’s just being plain rude and cocky.

There’s a debate when it’s okay to have a squid party such as should squid party stay in Turf or not.

In my opinion, please keep squid parties in lobby and turf. It shouldn’t be in rank or anarchy matches. That is where more competitive players are playing!

Same goes for salmon run. Wave 3 ending should be a squid party time (every other wave should be a quick clean up!) really BUT PLEASE PAY ATTENTION TO THE MUSIC!! If the music distort your shift is not done yet!

GOOD LUCK!!

[hiroshotreplica]

my thoughts on new weapons (that ive tried in turf war) + some extra thoughts:

painbrush

its nice. it threatens a lot of weapons and gets quick kills if you can get past the lag before the first swing. trying to use the brush roll mechanic to escape tight spots is pretty hard due to that lag, though. maybe i just suck at the game but every time ive tried it fails.

i like curling bomb on it, a bit finicky but it can catch people off guard well. quick movement alternative to the brush roll is also nice, though it doesnt work as well.

it can combo VERY nicely with wavebreaker. i believe it just straight up kills people on the first swipe if they took wavebreaker damage beforehand but im not 100% sure on that

s-blast

its definitely one of if not the best blaster out right now. it gets kills very quick if you can hit the direct, and abusing tech with jump shots allows for your shots to have little to no shot rng i think which is really good. technical stuff aside, its just really good at killing, though its painting isnt amazing. i think thats why they put sprinkler on it

sprinkler isnt good on this weapon. i just use it to paint and build special. if youre in a pinch it can paint your feet and briefly block an attack, but itd be better to try to get a quick direct with the main weapon

not sure how i feel about reefslider being on this weapon at the moment. it isnt bad, but it isnt good, either. couldve been worse

heavy splatling deco

i only used it for like, 3 games and i dont know how to play this thing, but i like it. it reminds me of naut, probably because it has point sensor and functions better at midline lol

kraken is interesting, it can do the job, though im not good at using kraken so i cant give a reliable opinion on it. i struggled moving from back/midline to frontline to activate it, but that could very well just be a skill issue so take that with a grain of salt

light tetra dualies

okay i used this once so my opinion will definitely change in the future, but i prefer the original kit atm. zipcaster is better but i dont know how to use it lol. i miss my autobombs..

it cant take advantage of sprinkler well, i wish it got literally anything else. im a bit of a sprinkler hater

big swig roller express

okay im a bit of a liar, i havent even played this one at all. but a friend said it combos really well with angle shooter for kills and with ink storm for painting

side note: i fought against someone using one on flounder heights splat zones and they were so annoying (i mean this in a positive manner). we traded zones like every 5 seconds and they killed me many times despite me having the favorable matchup (i was using naut) really fun and tense match

im not gonna main any of them BUT these are all good weapons, some better than others. not sure about the other new releases. still gotta wait for a new naut kit, though... hope it gets suction bomb+trizooka/inkjet 🙏 (it wont)

snipewriter 5h

why is this here? it got the biggest buff ive ever seen in salmon run: each shot from a full charged set deals 240 damage. to put that into perspective, it now:

3-shots steel eels, scrappers, and slammin lids

4-shots drizzlers (easier one-cycle from before)

can now one cycle and 5-shot big shots, armored flipper floppers

call me crazy, but this thing went from a charger that was good based on niche uses to genuinely being one of the best chargers in salmon run. used this in the most recent rotation and it perform REALLY well. when i discovered how quickly it can kill flipper floppers my jaw literally dropped mid-match. ive always loved using snipewriter in sr but, damn, its amazing now

thats all i have to say

[finelinevogue]

Can you write something about when Harry and Y/N broke up but fans speculate that they got back together and they did get back together. They broke over something stupid, please. You don’t have to do this exactly it can be something like that.

let’s see how this turns out! hope it’s what you wished for?!

The last few months had been rough.

What had started as rumours of a breakup between everyones favourite couple, you and Harry, had turned into an actual breakup.

It had started by Harry spending more time with Olivia, due to press for Don’t Worry Darling. They were always hanging out with each other, even when there was no publicity stunt telling them to. You found it appropriate at first, wanting the movie to gain some form of reputation, but after a while you believed it turned South. It was becoming a definite friendship and not just because they had to. It was the way that Harry would bring Olivia over for dinner without checking with you first, or taking the dog for a walk with her not you, or even staying longer out on stunts than they needed to just because they wanted to.

So you challenged Harry on it. Hell, even the tabloids were challenging you both - claiming Harry had split from you for Olivia. You made him question whether he thought his actions were irresponsible and appropriate or not, to which he thought there was nothing wrong and thought you were being irrational. You didn’t speak to him for the rest of the day, only to find him later on the phone speaking to Olivia about how crazy you’d been acting about it all. So you showed him crazy and walked out.

Until today.

For over a half a year your sister had her wedding planned and Harry was supposed to be your guest. You were nervous about turning up without him, because your family were very judgy. Your sister couldnt help being the smarter and the prettier one, but she also didn’t have to parade it around so everyone knew of it. Your mum and dad thought you a disappointment for the longest time, but once you’d gotten a job and had moved out they were a bit more loving over you. Still didn’t hide the fact they desperately hoped for you to have a relationship. It wasn’t that you were bringing Harry along to prove that someone loved you, but more to prove that they would never fully be satisfied whether you had a boyfriend or not. There would always be a podium stand slightly lower for you to stand on.

However, they didn’t know about the breakup.

“Y/N, nice to see you. Where’s Harry?” Another guest asked you, relatives of your mum. It was the same question over and over again, no one really caring about how you are but instead whether you’re in a positive relationship.

“Oh um I think he’s just running a bit late.” Was your chosen answer to respond to said question. It was repetitive, but it kept people off your back.

The wedding was completely beautiful. It was in a beautiful church and was decorated to perfection. The theme was white and royal blue, something your sister had always dreamed of. Children played amongst the pews and family relatives mumbled to each other about gossip. There was still a heavy sadness to the event. Maybe it was because your sister hadn’t asked you to be a bridesmaid - instead, choosing her best friends instead - or maybe it was because you missed Harry so much.

He’d fucked up. He really had, but it didn’t take away that burning passion for him that spread like a wildfire in your belly. You missed him. You still loved him. Worst of all, you had to pretend everything was all alright in front of your family when actually you were breaking apart inside.

Harry hadn’t messaged saying that he was or wasn’t coming, but after everything that had happened you were confident he was going to be a no show, and you would be the embarrassment of the family once again. Your relationship had been very private and exclusive, but Harry’s fans were so investigative you wouldn’t be surprised if they knew that you’d broken up and were aware that you were at a wedding today without him. Neither of you had made a public statement about your breakup, but neither of your wanted to damage each other even more. Fans suspected though and rumours travel fast.

“Y/N how are you doing? How’s Harry?” Another aunt came and asked you, this time with your mother in tow.

“Oh he’s great, yes.” You smiled forcefully, not actually having a clue how your ex-boyfriend was doing. You didn’t keep up with his social media because you were afraid of what you might find.

“Where is he? Is he here?” Your aunt asked.

“He’s late, apparently.” Your mother answered for you, sneeringly. “You’ll be made a fool of if he’s a no show Y/N.”

“I know.”

“I hope everything goes well for you both.” Your aunt kindly said, before waiting for your mum to say something nice too. That was a mistake though.

“Well it’s unlikely she’ll find someone again!” Your mother laughed and pulled your aunt away from you. You furrowed your eyebrows and let your heart sink low.

What were you thinking, letting Harry go like that? Your mum was right, you were never going to find anyone else again. You were so lucky with Harry. He was so kind and so patient with you, but obviously he’d run out of steam towards the end. It doesn’t surprise you. You’ve always been told you’re a mighty handful and you need a lot of work put into looking after you, so you understand why you were probably too much for Harry. The showbiz life had never really been something you’d completely submerged yourself into, whereas you guess for Olivia it was rooted in her from birth. She understood Harry’s world the same way he did hers. They would match perfectly for each other, if that’s what they wanted.

You watched the room continue as usual, but you couldn’t keep yourself here. There was too much sadness welling deep within you that you wanted to just run and then keep running. So you did, only to get as far as the bench in the front courtyard. The outside felt calmer and more freeing than inside, you sat and absorbed it for a while, not realising that you were crying until your pretty multicoloured dress had grown darker with a pool of your tears.

“Shit.” You tried rubbing the tears out, but only made you cry a little harder. You thought about your makeup running and tried to compose yourself, fanning your face to calm it down from the heat now.

“And here I was thinking weddings were supposed to be happy.”

You stopped fanning your face to look at him. You couldn’t believe he was standing there, dressed in a beautiful white suit and salmon pink shirt underneath to compliment the colours of your dress - the outfit that you’d helped him pick out over a year ago. He’d remembered. He trusted that you’d still be wearing this dress. He was a sight alright. A vision of beauty and love.

“Harry?” You questioned, wiping your under eyes to clear away any running mascara, not quite believing he was standing there.

“So what was it? Bad music playing? No vodka? Or maybe there’s nowhere for you to escape to go read the book I know you have stuffed away in your clutch bag.” He stood at a distance from you, hands in his trouser pockets, to make sure you were comfortable.

“I brought vodka instead of the book.” You chuckled, reaching into your clutch to prove it to him.

“Lucky for you, i’ve come to save the day.” Harry reached to the inside of his blazer pocket and pulled out a Kindle. You’d always been debating whether or not to buy one, because the feeling of having a book to turn its’ physical pages is a feeling second to none. “Take it, it’s yours.”

Harry handed it out to you and you stood up to reach for it hesitantly. Harry assured you that it was okay and that you’d been reading too many books if you thought it was a trap of some sort.

“Thank you, Harry.” You spoke sincerely. You stroked your thumb over the cover and turned the case lid over to start up the screen. The screen lit up and it was set to a picture of your favourite quote, annotated just as you would have in your own book. You chuckled and let a few tears drop from the kindness of all of this.

“And then…” Harry unlocked the Kindle with your birthday as the password, before clicking on the library so you could discover what was waiting for you on your virtual shelves. Harry had downloaded all your most favourite books, whilst also downloading the ones he knew had been on your to-be-read list. He’d even added a few of his favourite books too, just because you liked reading his recommendations.

You smiled, but felt so lost.

“W-why are you here, H?” You asked, closing the lid and bravely looking up into his enchanting eyes. You had to control yourself not to comment on how wondrous they looked.

“To save the day.” He chuckled in repeat, until he knew you weren’t taking that for an answer. “Because I fucked up. Big league time.”

“Yeah.” You whispered, looking down at your shoes to see that they weren’t that far apart at all. He was so close to you, yet he wasn’t yours to catch.

“And i’ll never forgive myself for letting you walk out of that door. The promotion shit with Olivia? Done. I’ve finished. I explained that the movie isn’t as important to me as you. You,” Harry paused to breathe out, and took the risk of guiding your jaw up to meet your gaze with his soft hand, “you are real Y/N. You’re so important and key to my life and it bloody terrified me, still does actually, to think that you make me feel this way. I want everything with you. Marriage, kids, a home. A life. I was so worried I would screw it all up, though, to the point where I did screw it all up. I lost you and so I lost me. It’s selfish of me to ask whether any part of your heart still wants me, but—”

“Yes.” You quickly interjected before he could say something he’d later regret. “There is, yes.”

“R-really?” He stumbled over his response, not expecting you to react so soon but his words had got to you. His feelings were vulnerable and raw and it reminded you of how much you love him and feel safe with him.

“Why? Would you like me to say different.” You teased.

“No,” Harry rushed, stepping closer towards you, “God now. Stay, please. Forever, if you’ll have me?”

“I can deal with forever.” You leaned up to where his lips were, craving the taste of them against yours so badly. “Can I?” You looked between his lips and his eyes, watching his eyes coo in admiration of you. His arms snaked around your neck and cupped the back of your head, resting his ringed fingers against your skin delicately.

“You don’t have to ask, angel.” And with that you didn’t hesitate to reclaim your clips on his. He tasted as sweet and as soft as you could remember. The hint of mint sweets he kept in his car could be tasted all over his mouth, and he could no doubt taste the vodka on yours. He took no time in rushing to have his tongue exploring your mouth once mouth, biting on your lip when he got the chance to. He wanted you to remember this moment and how much love he has for you, and always will. Just as you do for him.

Hesitantly pulling away you smiled at him cheekily, feeling so much lighter and happier to have him here. With you in his arms so expertly.

“What?” He asked, leaving a quick kiss to your nose, inhaling his scent as he did.

“Just can’t believe you’re here.” You stroked his cheek with your thumb, and he leaned into your touch so comfortably. He had missed you so damn much, and it showed.

“Let you down once before and I wasn’t going to do it again.”

“So you’d have shown up even if I hadn’t?”

“Not happily, but yes.” He laughed thinking about it.

“Why?” You laughed with him.

“I’ve got to make my impression on your family somehow. Need to remind some of them how amazing and beautiful their special Y/N L/N is.”

“Some are going to need a lot more persuading than others.” You sighed, side-frowning over your words.

“No offence, but anyone who doesn’t treat you as a fucking diamond doesn’t deserve you and should watch out for kick up their backside from me.” You laughed over his empty threat and buried your head against his chest, listening to the heartbeat and rumble of laughter that came from within. This moment alone felt like home. Safe and warm.

“I love you, H.”

“Bloody love you too.”

Harry ended up returning to the wedding with you, much to your mothers surprise, and you both enjoyed the celebrations together. You shut yourselves out from everybody and just danced, talked and drank the night away.

You were so in love.

Later, photos got leaked of the wedding and it showed you and Harry dancing away in one of the backgrounds of the photos. It was supposed to be a shot of just the bride and groom, but you two have managed to get caught in it. You looked so caught up in each other that you still weren’t even aware the photo had been taken. You and Harry had determinedly avoided the camera all night, exactly for this reason, but a part of you was kind of happy that this one photo got leaked, because it showed the world that Harry was yours and you were his. It showed that you were together, or back-together as addressed by some FBI fans, and that you were stronger for it.

[byproducts-of-my-imagination]

Like the Sea [Siren!Inumaki]

part of the monster fucker collab hosted by @natsuonii​ and @viixens​ thank you guys for letting me join

pairing: Siren! Inumaki Toge x reader

tw: dubcon, mind control.

this was fun to write, 1.6k words.

How do fish dicks work???  

You’ve lived by the sea for as long as you can remember.  Sea water flows through your veins and the sound of waves crashing will never really leave you.  Through all of life’s inconsistencies, the sea is the only constant, and the sea cave you found when you were younger is your only true solace.  Today it looks like your mood agrees with the weather, cloudy and grey.  Naturally, this calls for a visit to your little cave, the rough, jagged walls a familiar source of comfort.  In all your years of frequenting the cave, you’ve never seen anyone else in it.  Never.  A younger you would dream of meeting mermaids and other beautiful sea creatures in your wonderful cave.  Surely such a beauty would attract beauty in turn.  But after years, your voice is the only one that echoes across the walls.  The thought of meeting someone else in your little alcove is almost absurd to you now, something that would never happen.  But there’s a first time for everything.

The swim there is so habitual that you could do it in your sleep.  Like always, you make it without breaking a sweat, surfacing with a deep breath.  You lay down on the sand, cool against you, as it coats your skin like a sugar cookie.  The tension leaves your body as you close your eyes.  But your moment of relaxation is rudely interrupted by a poke to your cheek and a weight against you.

“Ow fuck!”  you screech, opening your eyes to find yourself face to face with a cute white-haired boy.

 “Oh my god, I didn’t notice someone else was in here, how did you even find this place?”  you ask, only to be met with the sound of waves.  The boy looks at you for a second, then slowly slides off you to reveal a gorgeous dark blue tail, silver flecks glinting in the dim lighting of the cave.  

You gape a bit in disbelief as your mind processes what appears to be a merman.  “What is this, the little mermaid?  Lost your voice?  You’ve got to be kidding me, right?”  God, kid y/n would have done anything to meet a real life mermaid.

“...tuna mayo.”  he mumbles, frowning slightly.

“Excuse me?”

“...”

“Seriously?  You're going to leave me hanging?”

He draws in the sand with a finger, ‘Inumaki Toge’ and points to himself.

“Oooookay, nice to meet you Inumaki,” you say, then introduce yourself.  

“Is there any reason you can’t talk?”  

“Salmon.”

“Uh, I'm going to take that as a yes.”  He nods vigorously to confirm your guess.  

The next time you visit the cave, there is not a single sign of Inumaki and you’re starting to wonder if you’ve gone insane.  However, you had the strangest dream about him during your nap in the cave.  You don’t remember what it was about exactly, but you vividly remember the singing.  The song was not in a language you’ve ever heard, but the tune continues to play in your mind, somehow overwriting even the white noise of the ocean.  You continue to make trips to your cave, writing off the strange meeting you had as some sort of figment of your imagination.  Inevitably, you run into him again.  Meeting with him becomes a habit, and your conversations with him bleed longer and longer.  To be fair, it’s mostly you talking his ear off, but even though he is quiet, he is quite expressive.  You still haven’t heard him say anything besides random onigiri ingredients, but you’ve gotten used to him and his mannerisms.  Honestly, you consider him to be your friend, and associate him with the safety of your cave.  

Once again, you visit the cave, and of course he’s there again.  All silent and infuriatingly pretty.  It doesn’t take you long to notice the sharp tang of iron in the air, the wisps of red in the water.  

“Holy shit man, are you okay?”  He arches an eyebrow at you sarcastically, and gives you a look like ‘obviously I am not okay’. 

“Alright, alright, let me go get you some supplies, I’ll be right back okay?”  As you stood to get up, you felt a tug on your wrist, and looked down to see Inumaki staring at you, a small whine escaping him.  

“You don't want me to leave?  But I can’t help you with what I’ve got on hand.”

And for the first time, you get a legitimate response, “stay.”  Your body relaxes, and you've got no idea why, but you'd literally kill a man to hear him speak again.  A thin fog fills your mind, and it feels like someone stuffed cotton in your brain.  The only coherent thought bouncing around is the single word Inumaki said.  You want to stay.  You feel like you would die if you didn’t.  It strikes you as odd, but in the state you’re in, you can’t afford the notion any thought.  All you want to do is stay in the cave with him forever.  That would be nice, you muse.  

The wool is pulled from your eyes suddenly.  

“What the fuck was that?”  That was definitely dangerous.  He is definitely dangerous.  

He coughs a bit before he replies, “sleep.”  And your world goes dark. 

When you wake up from a dreamless sleep, the cave is empty.  The shadows dancing across the walls in the dim lighting are no longer fun and playful.  The glint of the sharp edges of the rocks seems to threaten you.  It doesn’t feel like your cave anymore.  It doesn’t feel safe.  The water is turbulent, and the thought of swimming back scares you.  But you’d rather take the risk and get out while you still can.  The walls seem like they’re closing in on you, and you have to take several deep breaths before you plunge into the water.  

In the water, you feel it.  You feel eyes on you.  It’s a gaze that crawls on your skin, a gaze that doesn’t come from passing fish.  It chills you to the bone, and while you desperately try to convince yourself the cold sinking into you is just because of the water, your instincts know that’s not the case.  You do the only thing you can do at this point: swim for your life.  Finally, you break the surface, taking a deep breath before something grabs your leg and drags you down to hell.  

You’ve been brought to an underwater cave, a cenote, with light filtering auroras of green and turquoise.  It would’ve been gorgeous in any other situation.  But with Inumaki staring you down like he’s going to devour you, all you can feel is fear.  You’re not stupid.  Anyone who’s familiar with the sea knows that underwater cave diving is extremely dangerous, no matter how good a swimmer you are.  Strong currents alone are vicious enough, but they also stir up sediment which can make it impossible to see.  Not to mention you have no gear of any sort, no diving equipment, not even goggles.  There’s no way out that’s not on the back of a monster.  

“Why?”  you whisper, not sure what you did to deserve such rapture.  

He makes a little heart with his hands and motions towards you.  

“You love me?”  he nods, like that one simple action should explain everything.

Days pass, with Inumaki constantly at your side.  He brings you food, delicacies of the sea, and insists on feeding you like a child.  How have you never noticed the way he looks at you before?  It's painfully obvious now, the fixation.  But this is your life now, you suppose.  Even in the rare moments he is away, you can still feel his stare.  If by some miracle you escape his watchful eye, the sea is unforgiving to you, a creature of the land.  So you talk.  Talk and talk and talk to numb yourself of boredom, to reassure yourself that you’re still you.

“Mermaids must have it nice, huh?”  you remark offhandedly.  He makes a face at your statement and shakes his head, like he can’t believe you.

“What?  It’s like that song in the little mermaid y’know?  What does the little lobster say again?  ‘Life under the sea, is better than anything they’ve got up there’ or something”  you laugh, and he just makes the same scrunched up face at you.

“Don’t like the little mermaid I’m assuming?”  he shakes his head, looking kind of disgusted and makes an ‘X’ with his hands.  The conversation carries on for a while before you stop mid sentence.  You can’t believe yourself.  The pieces were all there but you just never put them together for some reason.  

“You’re a siren!”  A smile tugs at his lips, and he looks at you.  Just by the expression you can tell exactly what he’s thinking: “finally.”  The realization makes your stomach wrench horribly, obliterating what little hope you had left.

Time has no meaning here.  It comes and goes as it pleases, trickles slowly and rushes like a flood.  At some point, thoughts of escape seem to escape you.  It’s a predator’s instinct, you suppose, to know when it’s prey has no more fight left.  You feel his lips on yours, cold but adoring.  

“Kiss me back.”  and the fog comes again.  You kiss him like you love him.  His hands tenderly slide down to your waist and latch on.  A few of his scales part, right where his crotch should be.  Although you register the horrifying cock rubbing against your thigh, the haze of fog in your mind quells any alarm.  You're is registering the physical sensations, but you can’t really feel them.  He works you open, gently, carefully, like some sort of twisted version of an apology.

“Love me.”   and all you can feel is a swelling love, an all encompassing force like the sea.

When time starts again, you find yourself laying next to him on your little shore of sand, sore beyond belief.  You can’t help the tears that slide down your face.  A drop falls into the water, as the sea engulfs the teardrop until they are one and the same.  

[chasingpj]

𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞

“Buen provecho, mijo.”

pairing: leo valdez x gn reader

requested?: yes!

warnings: a little angsty, discussing the death of a parent

category: fluff, one-shot, a slice of life

a/n: this has been sitting in my drafts forever. i'm so excited to finally have it posted and i hope you guys like it!

Leo’s shivering body is engulfed in a soft duvet until the crown of his head. His brown curls sprawled on the stark white cloth are the only evidence of his presence, the sheets swallowing his body so well that it appears to be stacked messily and not holding a groggy Leo.

Despite your protests of wrapping himself up like this, he couldn’t help it. The chills that came with his fever were too much to ignore, which says a lot; Leo’s rarely cold. You’d be able to keep him warm, he considers, and there’s a deep urge to hold your frame against him. With a weak groan, he shifts in the tunnel of sheets.

Stupid Flu.

The last thing he’d want is to get you sick. Having your shared bed all to himself for the past few days as he persists through the discomfort of illness has been lonely. At first, it was a little fun. Getting a break from your occasional kicks and shifts that would wake him up throughout the night was nice, but he began to miss it after a while. Those pesky sleepy habits were worth it as they came with the comfort of your presence, the sweet scent of your body, and the softness of your skin. He ached at the absence of your company even though you were literally in the next room over.

He wondered what you could be doing having that this ache for you isn’t a new occurrence. Just a few minutes ago, he had called your name only to receive a “one second!”

So he waited, and well, it’s been much longer than a second.

As if he summoned you with his thoughts, the creaking of the door hinges catches his attention, drawing a soft hum from Leo’s lips. Feeling too weak to lift his head, he instead tugs down the duvet just enough to reveal his puppy brown eyes that sag with fatigue. “Lee, I have a surprise for you.” The ringing sound of your sweet voice makes his mouth curl up in a smile. Leo furrows his eyebrows, eyes averting from your pretty face as he notices your hands are hiding behind your back. “What is it, cariño?” He croaks, flinching at the dull soreness in his muscles as he pulls himself up to rest against the headboard.

“Close your eyes,” you demand with a giddy tone, and Leo complies with a short laugh. “Don’t peek!” A clinging of metal follows the sounds of pattering footsteps and a giggle of excitement before he receives the okay to open his eyes again.

Through thick eyelashes, he's met with stretched-out arms, presenting a deep blue bowl of soup on your palms. “It’s Caldo de Pollo!” The nostalgic aroma hits his senses the moment you confess what it is. He leans in, getting a better view of chunks of potato, carrots, corn, and chicken that peek through an orange broth. The sight makes his mouth water, and to your surprise, his eyes too.

The dish reminded him so much of his mother. Suddenly, he was a kid again. His small eyes watch Esperanza place a bowl filled to the rim of the familiar dish on the table in front of him.

“Buen provecho, mijo.”

Leo grinned, revealing the gaps of teeth that haven’t grown in yet. "Gracias Mama," he chimed, swinging his stubby legs in his chair. For a second, there is a look of caution across his mother’s face as Leo picks up his spoon and shovels the soup into his mouth. But as it becomes clear that neither the hot liquid nor the sweltering heat of the day bothered him, she relaxes and settles in the chair across from him.

His mother’s eyes filled with adoration, a soft giggle comes from her lips as Leo, too hungry to care, has dampened his shirt in the midst of eating. In his memory, the image of her is hazy, but he can make out the rosy tint on her lips as she smiles at him, her long nose, her silky hair that's usually pulled up in a ponytail, cascading over her shoulders.

The memory is more vivid than any of his dreams. He could make out the glow of the setting sun from the curtains. Under his forearms, he could feel the stickiness of the plastic cover over the table cloth. Every detail of his childhood home was exactly where he remembered it.

One of Leo’s biggest fears is that one day he’d forget his mother’s face, her voice, the little memories he had of her. Already, day by day, the recalling of his mother’s comforting scent becomes weaker. Sometimes, he’d get a whiff of it when he’s on a quest or when he’s alone. He’d like to think that those moments meant that his mother was watching over him, that she truly wasn’t all gone.

Though this soup, the one you’ve presented in your arms, confirmed that the remaining pieces of her existence didn’t solely live in his memory but in everything. She lives in the stars that she was always so fond of. She lives in the Tejano music she used to sing along to when she worked or cleaned. She lived in the running engine of everything he’d ever created. She lives in this soup, the same soup she made him when he was sick or often, to his dismay, in the middle of the summer.

He never needed a moment to freeze in time to remember all that was his mother.

Leo’s eyes glisten with tears. The silence, the bleakness of his expression, made you look down at the soup yourself. You didn’t think your soup looked bad at all, especially not bad enough to bring Leo near tears. You even plated it nicely, garnishing the soup with cilantro and a lime wedge.

"Is it wrong? Bad? I had to look up the recipe, and I-"

"No, no. It's just- it reminds me of my mom." He smiles sadly at you, and you frown, taking a seat beside him on the bed. His expression softens, eyes studying your face. What did he do to get so lucky? "You made this for me?"

You nod. "I thought I should make you soup since you're feeling so sick today." You balance the bottom of the bowl in one hand as the other reaches over, pressing the backside against his forehead. A tsk leaves your lips; the heat radiating off of Leo's forehead was much warmer than usual. "I was looking at soup recipes, and I came across a recipe for Caldo de Pollo. Try it; I think you'll like it!"

Leo reaches over with weak hands, grasping the bowl of soup before bringing it to his chest. He leans in to take in the aromas.

“I didn’t poison it,” you joke. A watery laugh comes from Leo, the vibrations sending a few tears down his cheeks. Your stomach flutters at the sound, but your heart aches at the sight of his tears. You hated seeing him cry. Your thumbs gently wipe away the stray tears on his face as he admires you. “I don’t know. I’ve seen you burn a lot of things in the past couple of years,” he teases. You cross your arms over your chest, not having enough times when you didn’t burn any food to defend yourself so you wave him off.

“Whatever,” you huff playfully. Leo chuckles as he brings the spoon full of broth up to his lips, and you shift in your place. You’re filled with anticipation, hoping that the recipe was authentic enough. “How is it?”

The flavors of the soup are almost the same as his mother’s, and he hums, a soft sigh of satisfaction leaves his lips.

“It’s amazing, mi amor.” The pet name you love rolls off his tongue slow and smooth. You sit up proudly at the praise, taking in Leo’s lovestruck expression. Before you know it, the other leans in for a kiss, and you scrunch your face. A scoff of playful offense leaves Leo’s lips.

“Why would you kiss me?” Leo whines with a cute pout. As much as you want to kiss him, you knew you shouldn't. “You’re sick,” you remind him, and he dramatically sits back against the wall, playing with his spoon.

“Kiss me, and then we can be sick together.” Leo wiggles his eyebrows, trying to convince you with a smile that drops the moment you shake your head.

“No way. Keep your cooties to yourself.” To your surprise, Leo sticks his tongue out at you. The action makes you snort as you rise from the bed. “I won’t kiss you, but I’ll sit and eat with you.” Leo shrugs, the solution is not as satisfying as a kiss, but he’ll settle with spending time with you. With a nod from him, he watches as you disappear past the doorway to get your bowl of soup.

In your absence, he takes a few more sips, the memory of his mother flickering in his mind. There’s a familiar gloominess that lingers at the fact that he will never be able to hug his mom or see her face again but being aware that her presence will always remain brings a sense of closure that Leo didn’t know he needed.

In his darkest hours, there was always a glimmer of hope that kept him moving forward. There was always a feeling that things would get better in time. This dull light, the voice that told him to pick himself back up, perhaps, it was his mother being true to her namesake all along.

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Interruption (M)

Husband!Jeongguk x Pregnant Wife!Reader

Request:  Can I request a Jeongguk from The Second dying to have sex with Y/N while she's pregnant but his son keeps getting in the way? Thanks. I love your work!

Warnings: Fingering, Hand Job, Fellatio, Cunnilingus, Face Riding, Pregnant Sex, Doggy Style, WHINY!Jeongguk, Needy!Jeongguk, Cream Pie, Cum Play, Praise Kink, Milk Expressing, Spanking, Cum Stufifng

Based Off Of This Relationship: The Second

A/N: WHEW OKAY! ENJOY!

"Jeon Jisung!" You call sweetly to your son as he jumps off the couch on to the floor. He looks up before giving you a big smile. You look at him incredulously before smirking. 

"And, just what do you think you're doing?" You ask him as you press your hand to your nine month pregnant belly as your son kicks inside of you. 

"I'm Spiderman!" He yells loudly before rolling on the floor. You laugh gently before nodding. 

"Okay, Spiderman. And is Spiderman going to be good for mommy because Spiderman has to take a bath." Jisung looks at your belly before nodding. 

"Yes, mommy!" You hum to him before holding your hand out. The door pad goes off and Jisung gasps loudly before running over to the door. His feet stomping happily as he waits for his daddy to enter the house. You chuckle amused as Jeongguk emerges in a leather jacket and black skinny jeans. His luggage rolling into the hallway before giving his son a wide smile. 

"My little man!" Jeongguk yells loudly before discarding his shoes and scooping up his son. You smile at the sight as Jeongguk wrinkles his nose before hugging his three year old son to his chest. His face burying into Jisung's hair before kissing the top of his head. 

"He's Spiderman today." You tell your husband who looks up at you before smiling widely. 

"He is?! So cool! I'm a big fan!" Jisung sputters his lips pretending to web Jeongguk's face. 

"Agh! You got me!" Jeongguk yells before pretending to stumble backwards, closing his eyes. You rub at your stomach before snorting. 

"Spiderman needs to have a bath because it's almost bedtime." You tell Jeongguk before looking out the window as the sky turns salmon colored. Jeongguk nods before setting Jisung down. 

"Go get ready for bath time. Daddy will give you a bath." Jisung runs off with a squeal to his room giving both of you a few minutes alone. Jeongguk had been gone for what feels like forever but it was only three months. The Asian leg of the tour finally finished allowing him to be home with you for the birth of your next son. 

"Hi, my baby." He mumbles happily stepping towards you with a giddy smile. You giggle as he wraps his arms around your waist before bending down and kissing you gently. 

"Hi." He wrinkles his nose before hugging you as tightly as he can due to the ever present belly you have. 

"How's our little boy?" He asks before rubbing at your belly. Jisung's pregnancy was a special case, your doctor notifying you that your womb was healthy and able to carry babies to term. It was just Jisung who presented a challenge. 

"He's okay." Jeongguk hums in agreement as his son kicks inside of you. He chuckles before bending down and kissing your belly. 

"Been a good boy?" He asks tilting his head and looking up at you. You nod to him before pressing your hand to your back. 

"You look beautiful." Jeongguk whispers before standing back up and towering over you, his thumb caressing your cheek before biting his lip. You smile gratefully at your husband before hearing Jisung call Jeongguk's name loudly. 

"DADDY!" Jisung yells impatiently, Jeongguk chuckles before kissing you once more. 

"Daddy is coming Spiderman, hold on!" You rub at your back which Jeongguk is observant of. 

"Go lay down. I'll cuddle you both in a bit okay, baby?" You nod to him before smiling. You were so grateful he was home.

Jeongguk enters your shared bedroom before smirking. 

"I missed you." He whispers, shutting the door. You smile at him setting down your phone. 

"I missed you, too." He jumps on the bed before groaning in delight. 

"You must have had such a difficult time without me, hmm?" He asks propping the pregnancy pillow on your side as you turn towards him. 

"Watch the baby." He whispers gently before leaning in and kissing you. 

"I've never carried a baby this long. It's difficult." You admit to him, making him nod in agreement. 

"I know." He mumbles feeling guilty he had to leave you on your own. His hand rubbing at your bare belly before kissing you once more. 

"I liked all those little stripping videos you sent me." He mumbles against your lips making you laugh. 

"You feel sexy with this big belly, don't you baby?" You shrug to him with a smirk and he chuckles. 

"I think you look sexy like this too. So nice and big." He whispers before biting his lip as he rubs your belly harder. 

"Fuck, gets me all turned on seeing you with my son inside you." You hum in agreement as he leans in. His lips kissing down your chest before stopping at your sports bra. 

"Milk came in while I was away?" You nod to him and he bites his lip in anticipation. He loved the taste of your milk since having Jisung. 

"That's my good girl." Jeongguk whispers before grabbing your hand and pressing it against his sweatpants. 

"Please, baby. Touch me. I'm so horny." He begs, his voice faltering as you pull at his waistband. You have to admit, you've missed him too, in every way. His hands pull down his pants and throw the covers over the both of you as you grip at his smooth, hard cock. 

"Oh fuck!" He whimpers quietly before pressing his face into your neck. 

"I missed you touching me. I didn't jerk off at all since the tour. I wanted to feel you." You smile as his cock begins to leak obscene amounts of precum telling you this was true. Your thumb running over the head of his cock dispersing the sticky fluid has Jeongguk moaning your name. 

"Yes. Fuck. I missed you! Thank you for touching me!" He was so whiny and needy when he was horny and it made you feel on top of the world. His hand beginning to rub at your belly as you pump his cock faster. 

"Ah! Fuck yes." His mouth opening into an O as you feel his cock beginning to throb. 

"You know how to please me so good. Fuck! Just like that! I'm going to cum!" He mumbles grabbing at your belly. Just as Jeongguk is about to cum Jisung screams for his mom loudly. 

"MOMMY!" Your hand stops and you sit up gently. 

"Fuck! No! Keep going!" Jeongguk whines snapping his hips upward to fuck your hand as he hears Jisung's bedroom door open. 

"No!" Jeongguk mutters putting his hands over his face. You kiss his forehead apologetically as the bedroom door swings open. 

"Fuck." Jeongguk whispers sadly as Jisung rubs at his tear streaked cheeks. 

"What's the matter, babe?" You ask your son as he runs over to the bed. 

"There's a monster! I want to sleep with mommy and daddy and baby!" He jumps up on to the bed and Jeongguk huffs out before laying on his back and throwing his arm over his face. You look over at Jeongguk before nodding to Jisung. 

"Okay, baby. You can sleep with us. Okay?" Jisung pressing his tiny face into your belly before throwing his leg over yours. 

"I want to sleep with baby." He says before putting his little arm over your belly. Jeongguk sighs loudly before turning towards you and pouting. 'I know.' You mouth to him as he leans in and kisses your cheek. 

"I love you." He says before getting comfortable for bed. "I love you too."

Jeongguk looks down at you as you sleep, finally Jisung had fallen asleep in his own bed. Jeongguk hasn't had a single day with you alone since coming back from tour. Jeongguk pulls down his briefs before stroking his cock. His cock still demanding relief from three days ago. Your cute little body has been teasing him so badly since he got home and he couldn't do a damn thing about it since Jisung refuses to sleep in his own room. Jeongguk strokes at his cock before prodding the head of his cock against your sleeping lips. You were exhausted today, your hormones making you feel like a ton of bricks. The baby would be born in just two weeks and Jeongguk knows you need the rest but his cock refuses to acknowledge your pain. You furrow your eyebrows in your sleep. Jeongguk's cock parting your lips leaving strings of precum on them as he strokes himself. 

"Wake up." He whispers, grabbing at his balls. They were heavy and pained with cum. You stir from your sleep opening one eye to meet Jeongguk's cock making you giggle. 

"Open your mouth, please baby." Jeongguk whispers prodding at your lips once more. You sit up rubbing your eyes sleepily before snorting. 

"You're horny." You comment before rubbing at your belly. Jeongguk pouts thrusting his cock at your face. 

"Suck me. Please. Suck my cock." He whines grabbing at your milk filled breasts. You hum to him in compliance before swinging your legs off of the bed and parting your legs to accommodate your belly. Your hand begins to stroke at his cock and Jeongguk sighs happily at the attention. His eyelids fluttering shut as he moans your name. His hands grabbing at your hair as you lean down. Your tongue swirling over his head has him taking a sharp inhale through his teeth. 

"Fuck!" He whines bucking his hips into you as you moan on his cock. His cock was so long and thick it makes your mouth water. Your cheeks hollow as you stroke whatever couldn't fit. 

"Oh yes! Fuck! Suck my cock baby!" Jeongguk moans gently as he massages your scalp. He was so needy to cum his whining and mewling makes you wet. 

"I love your mouth. You suck my cock so well!" He pulls down your bra to roll and pinch your puffy, dark nipples between his fingertips. Milk squirting out making Jeongguk moan loudly. 

"Oh fuck!" You begin to dip your head down faster, licking at the base as you hollow your cheeks. Jeongguk's balls tighten as he puts his head back. 

"Just like that! Fuck! I'm going to cum!" He moans happily as his cock begins to throb harshly within your mouth. 

"DADDY!" Jeongguk scoffs loudly before fucking you face quicker dying to get off. 

"No. No. No!" He whines as you try to pull away. 

"No! Keep going! Baby, please! Fuck, my balls are blue!" You both hear Jisung's door open and Jeongguk growls angrily before pulling out and striding over to the bathroom before slamming the door shut. You wipe at your mouth as Jisung opens the door.

 "I want Daddy!" He whines loudly rubbing at his sleepy eyes.

Jeongguk smacks the back of his head into the bathroom wall before rubbing his hands over his face. 

"Christ Almighty!" He mumbles before pulling up his briefs. His cock softening and Jeongguk takes a deep sigh. 

"Daddy's coming!" He calls to his son before giving a fake sob. 

"All I want is to fucking cum!" He whines into his hands before opening the bathroom door and scooping up his son.

Jeongguk stares lifelessly at the practice room mirror. His hand perched under his chin as he sips his black coffee. 

"What's wrong with you?" Jimin asks, rolling his chair towards Jeongguk. 

"Nothing." Jeongguk mumbles before pulling at his crotch. Even with the baggiest pants he could find, he still felt suffocated. 

"Doesn't seem like 'nothing.'" Taehyung says rubbing his son Taekwon's back as he falls asleep. Jeongguk groans frustrated before standing up. 

"Don't have another kid shortly after that one or you'll never cum." He tells Taehyung seriously before throwing his empty coffee cup in the garbage. 

"Huh?" Yoongi asks confused from the other side of the room as he sets down his lyric notepad. Jeongguk sighs loudly.

"I have fucking blue balls because Jisung keeps coming into the bedroom every time I'm about to get off! It's like he knows I'm about to be happy and he has to come in and ruin it." Jeongguk says making Namjoon laugh. 

"That's rough." Jeongguk scoffs before turning his head. 

"You're telling me! I waited all tour to come home to Y/N and it's been a week and every night Jisung has come into the bedroom, EXACTLY when I'm about to cum." Jimin chuckles before leaning back in his chair.

"That's why I have no kids." Taehyung chuckles before putting his son down in his stroller. 

"Sorry, JK. Sounds like a struggle." Hoseok tells him before patting his shoulder. 

"My balls are fucking blue! BLUE! I thought it was a myth but I'm in so much fucking pain." Small footsteps could be heard before a small body emerges behind the glass panel door. 

"There he is." Jeongguk says as you push the door open. He smiles at Jisung as Jisung runs into Jimin's lap. 

"Hey there!" Jimin tells his nephew before winking at you. You wave slightly as Jeongguk wraps his arms around you from behind and puts his head on your shoulder. His hands rubbing at your belly as he sighs. He brushes his lower half to your ass and you tilt your head to look at him raising your eyebrow. 

"I'm dying." Jeongguk whines in your ear making you frown. 

"I know. I'm sorry, babe." He pouts before burying his face into your neck. 

Jeongguk has half a mind to press a chair underneath the knob of Jisung's door as he finally falls asleep. He doesn't even feel like bothering you to touch him because he knows Jisung will somehow magically decide it's time to wake up and yell out for either one of you. Jeongguk loves his son so, so dearly and yet it's difficult to not be annoyed. Jeongguk enters your bedroom quietly and you look up at him with a smile. 

"Ready?" You ask throwing the sheet off of you to show your newly waxed pussy. Jeongguk groans loudly before biting his lip.

"Fuck." He mumbles before striding over to the bed and kneeling between your legs. His hands reaching out and rubbing at your belly before dipping his head down and kissing your bare lips. You whimper gently at the feeling before putting your head back. You couldn't see him over your belly and it added mystery to what Jeongguk was going to do next. Jeongguk opens your lips with two fingers before humming to himself, you were already wet for him. 

"Fuck, someone's missed me too, hmm?" He asks before licking at your clit. Your body twitching at the feeling as you press you thighs against Guk's head. His tongue begins lapping at your swollen clit, small moans leaving your lips as you grab at the sheets beside you. 

"Oh fuck!" Jeongguk groans in agreement before sucking at your bud. His fingers toying with your tight hole before entering a finger. 

"Tight little pregnant pussy." Jeongguk mumbles against you as he fucks his finger into you. Your thighs squeezing at his head as you whimper for your husband. 

"Another finger!" You beg of him as your mouth begins to go dry. You hadn't touched yourself either. It was a seemingly difficult task with your large belly. Jeongguk agrees to your wishes by adding another finger. His tongue flicking against your clit so fast you felt your back bowing off of the bed. Your arousal gushing on to the bed as you moan Jeongguk's name. 

"Fuck! Yes!" Jeongguk's finger curling upwards to your g-spot as you sob with pleasure. Jeongguk's free hand rubbing at your heavy belly as he moans at your sweet taste. 

"Cum on my fingers, baby. Show me how much you missed me." Without even a warning you orgasm lowly, your vision going white as you squirt over Jeongguk's face. 

"Good girl." He praises you before sitting up, his fingers slowly pumping in and out of you as you come down from your high. 

"Baby." You whine to Guk making him smile. His hand wiping at his face before stroking his hard cock. 

"Such a good girl cumming all over me." He whispers before spreading your legs open. He looks back at the door before giving you a surprised face. You were surprised as well, not a peep from your three year old son. 

"Can I fuck my little pregnant pussy?" Jeongguk asks rubbing the head of his cock against your swollen cunt. You nod fervently making him chuckle. 

"So eager to please." With one swift motion he's balls deep in you, his cock endlessly precumming as he gasps loudly. 

"So fucking tight and wet, my God." He mumbles in pure bliss as you moan at his large size. He begins to piston himself inside of you. His hands spreading your knees as he ruts into you. His face contorting in pure pleasure as he moans your name. 

"Oh fuck! Feels so fucking good!" Your hands running over his tattooed arms as you stare at each other moaning for one another. 

"Fuck, your cock feels so good!" You whisper to him as he licks his lips. His hairline beginning to sweat. 

"Fuck, I'm so close." His cock bulldozing into you as he begins to rub at your stomach. 

"Guk!" He moans in agreement biting his bottom lip as you feel his cock beginning to throb within you. 

"Please cum for me! Cum in my pregnant pussy!" Jeongguk's eyes rolling back as he puts his head backwards. 

"Shit! Feels so amazing!" He gasps loudly about to cum when- 

"MOMMY!" Jeongguk groans loudly almost a yell coming from him as he bends his body over pulling out of you. You whimper at the loss as he presses his forehead to your belly. 

"Oh, so you're allowed to cum but not me." He scoffs before standing up and grabbing his briefs from the floor. 

"Baby!" You call to your husband who doesn't reply as he slams the door to the bathroom closed. 

"ALL I WANT IS TO FUCKING CUM!" He screams loudly through the door as Jisung opens your bedroom door. You throw the covers over you before raising your eyebrows.

"What happened now, Jisung?" You ask as Jeongguk throws a tantrum in the bathroom. You hear clattering and screaming making Jisung pout. You can understand how frustrated Jeongguk is though. It's not fair to him. 

"YOU HAVE TO BE FUCKING KIDDING!" You hear Jeongguk curse as Jisung runs and jumps on the bed. 

"Mommy, Daddy is mad." You hum in agreement before kissing the top of Jisung's head. 

"You can't sleep in here. You know that. We talked about this, you have to be a big boy and sleep on your own." Jisung shakes his head sternly before hugging your belly. 

"I want to sleep with baby!" You eye the bathroom door wearily as Jeongguk emerges, his neck veins protruding as he cracks his neck.

"Go back to your room." He tells Jisung pointing at the door. 

"There's monsters, Daddy!" Jeongguk licks his lips before sighing. 

"Daddy will check for monsters, okay? Let's go." He tells his son who kisses your belly and shakes his head. 

"No! I want sleep with baby!" Jeongguk presses his hands together before bringing them underneath his chin. 

"Come on, big boy. You gotta sleep in your own bed." He says sternly, making Jisung whine loudly. The whine makes you cringe as you rub at your belly. 

"Listen to Daddy, please baby. He's going to check for monsters and you'll see the baby in the morning. Okay?" You tell your son brushing his hair off of his forehead. 

"Okay." He mumbles slinking off the bed. 

"Goodnight baby!" Jisung says cutely waving at your belly making you smile. Jeongguk smirks before sighing loudly. "Let's go check for monsters, big boy." 

"Hey! JK!" Hoseok yells to his youngest brother happily.

"Don't talk to me." Jeongguk mumbles taking his hood off of his face. 

"Oh My God! What happened to your face?!" Hoseok asks loudly, pointing at the bags underneath Jeongguk's eyes. 

"I had a son." Jeongguk whispers before putting his hoodie back over his face. 

"Still?! Still no pussy?!" Yoongi asks shocked, Jeongguk laughs loudly, almost manically. 

"I had pussy. But, of course-" 

"Jisung came in." Hoseok and Yoongi say in tandem, making Jeongguk throw his hands up defeated. 

"That sucks!" Namjoon comments from the corner of the studio taking out his headphones. 

"And you know what really fucking gets me?!" Jeongguk asks loudly, taking his hood off. 

"She got to cum! Y/N came! And right when I was about to. Nope. Not for me! Did I kill the king in my past life?!" Jeongguk scoffs before smacking his forehead into the table. 

"Wow." Seokjin mutters looking up from his guitar. 

"I know." Jeongguk whispers before whining loudly and putting his hands over my face. 

"Good thing Y/N asked me to watch Jisung tonight then, huh?" Jimin says before sipping his water. Jeongguk looks up quickly. 

"Yeh?!" Jimin smirks at Jeongguk, "Jisung is going to get quality uncle time." Jeongguk smiles widely before sobbing in delight.

"YES! HYUNG, THANK YOU!" Jeongguk yells before throwing himself at his older brother. Jimin pats Jeongguk's back as the rest of the guys chuckle. 

"It'll be fun to hang out with my nephew." Jimin says as Jeongguk jumps up and down with his bunny-like smile. "Yeah, good enjoy it! I know I will!"

Jisung jumps into Jimin's arms with a squeal as you hand Jimin Jisung's small backpack. "Everything you need is in here." You tell him as Jimin hugs Jisung tightly. 

"Okay!" He smiles widely at you. 

"And, if he wants to call tell him the phone's broken." Jeongguk whispers into Jimin's ear making him laugh loudly. You snort shoving Jeongguk's shoulder as he chuckles. 

"Want to get ice cream?!" Jimin asks your son. 

"Yay! Ice cream! Bye Mommy! Bye Daddy! Bye baby!" Jisung waves at you with his small hand and you wave back. 

"Love you, big boy!" Jeongguk says before kissing Jisung's forehead. 

"Have fun with Uncle Chim!" You tell your son as Jeongguk swings the door shut.

"Oh fuck." Jeongguk mumbles before putting both of his hands on either side of your face and leaning down pressing his lips hard on yours. 

"Oh thank fucking God." He mumbles unbuckling his black pants and throwing the belt on the floor. His jeans getting discarded in a puddle before pulling away to take off his hoodie and t-shirt. Within seconds he's back on you, his hand rubbing at your belly as you both walk backwards towards the bedroom. 

"Thank you for sending him to Jimin's." Jeongguk mumbles gratefully shoving the door open and pulling your small wrist. You hum in agreement before taking off your nightgown. Jeongguk groans happily before patting the bed. 

"Lay down." You do as told, laying down gingerly as Jeongguk strokes at his large cock. "Spread 'em." He commands you as he takes in your naked body. You were glorious, simply glowing with his son inside of you. You spread your legs and Jeongguk bites down on his bottom lip. You could feel your arousal dripping over your perineum as you watch Jeongguk run his thumb over his angry red head. A shaky breath leaving his lips as he ogles your cunt. 

"You're so fucking wet. Look at you, dying for my cock." You whimper out as Jeongguk bends down, his knees smacking into the marble flooring below him before pressing chaste kisses on your belly. Even though his cock was dying for attention, knowing that Jisung wasn't home gives him relief knowing he would be able to cum tonight. So, he could lavish on you as much as his heart desires. 

A wet stripe of Guk's tongue has your thighs twitching as you moan out his name quietly. "I want to hear you tonight. Want you to scream my fucking name." Jeongguk begins to suckle on your clit harshly, your hands flying to your hair as he pleases you. 

"Kookie! Fuck!" Jeongguk practically sobs at how good you taste. 

"You're fucking dripping, my God. I love your pregnant pussy." You squeeze your eyes shut as he enters his tongue into you. Your moans sky rocketing in volume as he rubs small circles on your clit as his tongue flicks upwards inside of you. Jeongguk's slurping resounding throughout the room as you grip at your hair. 

"Oh my God!" You cry out spreading your legs wider. Your hips thrusting upward as you grind on his face. Jeongguk pulls away with a chuckle as he spits on your cunt. The back of his hand wiping at his soaked face as he looks up at your belly. 

"Ride my face." He mumbles before standing up and laying on the bed. 

You grip at his shoulder trying to get up on shaky legs. 

"Watch your belly." He whispers leaning up to help your leg over his shoulder. You look down at him and he wrinkles his nose at you, his dimples coming out to play. 

"I'm heavy." You say to him rubbing at your belly. 

"Sit on my fucking face, baby girl." You do as told gasping as he suckles at your clit. His arms wrapping around your thighs only to rub at your belly. Your head lulling back as you grind your clit against the flat of his tongue. You moan loudly putting your hands back to his stomach to keep you steady. His six pack providing a hard surface for you as you whimper out his name. Jeongguk moans gently as he prods his tongue inside of you, his hand rubbing at his cock trying to take some of the edge off. Your throat going dry as you sob for him.

"Fuck, yes! Just like that! I'm going to cum!" Jeongguk groans in appreciation as he feels your wetness seeping over his cheeks. You grind down on him harder begging for relief as the bubble of pleasure within your stomach expands. 

"Guk! Kookie! Yes!" Jeongguk grips at your hips forcefully moving you as you begin to stutter on top of him. 

"Agh!" Jeongguk suckles harshly at your clit and you're done for. Your body sagging backwards as you orgasm. His strong arms catch you as your body writhes in pleasure.

"That's my good girl, hmm?" Jeongguk whispers from below you as you gasp for breath. You sit up grabbing at the headboard before lifting off of him. He pulls out from underneath you before wrapping his arms around you and gently laying you down on the bed. His body bending down to let you taste yourself as he kisses you with heated passion. His tongue rolling over yours as he massages your milk filled breasts. 

He suckles sweetly at your nipple, your creamy milk spreading over his taste buds as he moans loudly. 

"Tastes so sweet." He whispers as you whimper out running your fingers through his long black hair. 

"Fuck." He curses loudly before hopping off of the bed and hooking his hands behind your knees. His strong arms gripping you before pulling you down to the end of the bed effortlessly. You watch with lust hooded eyes as you ogle his tattooed body. Your eyes landing on your name carved in black ink above his right pectoral muscle. Jeongguk reaches over you before grabbing a pillow. 

"Lift your head." He mumbles before bending down and kissing you gently. He places the pillow underneath you before rubbing at your distended sides. 

"Comfy?" He asks quietly in the silent room to which you nod. He smirks before pushing his hair back. 

"Good." He leans down. Back arched as he kisses down your neck and chest, his perfect pink lips sucking at your skin causing pretty purple patches to emerge in his lips' wake. 

"Look at my beautiful wife, hmm? So big with my son. So motherly." He whispers before kissing over your stomach. His tongue licking at your belly button before biting his bottom lip. 

"Such a good mommy." You grab at his arms as he suckles the taught skin of your stomach. Your eyes flutter shut. 

"Nuh-uh. Watch me. No closing your eyes." Jeongguk says caressing his thumb over your cheek bone. You open your eyes biting your bottom lip as he knocks your legs open with his knees, standing tall in front of you. Your perfectly manicured nails gripping at your thighs as he strokes his cock in front of you. The amount of pre-cum he was weeping could fill a bath tub. He was so horny, so on edge and you felt on top of the world knowing it was all for you. 

Jeongguk rubs the overly sensitive tip of his cock against your clit, a gentle sigh leaving his lips as he relishes in the heat of you. The underside of his cock gliding effortlessly through your spread lips. 

"I love stretching your tight little pussy." He places his hand atop your belly before prodding at your entrance with his head. He fucks you with just the head, small whimpers emitting from him before pushing in deeper. Your mouth opening as you both lock eyes with one another. 

"I love you." His voice was loud and breathless as he stills his cock inside of you. 

"I love you, too." Jeongguk smiles down at you, his hand caressing your cheek before slowly pulling himself out only to thrust back in with all of his strength. His thick thigh muscles straining and shaking as his head lulls backwards. 

"Oh fuck!" He curses loudly, grabbing your ankles and putting them on his shoulders. 

"Rub your belly for me." He whispers before bulldozing himself inside of you. You rub at your belly, moaning loudly as the head of his cock brushes against your g-spot with every thrust. 

"Feels so fucking good! So nice and tight. So fucking wet. You're so amazing, baby." Jeongguk's praise has you feeling on cloud 9 as he grips at your ankles. 

"Your cock feels so good!" "Yeah? You like when I fuck you with my big cock? Hmm?" You nod to him as you moan loudly grabbing at your breasts. 

"Mmm fuck. Milk your titties for me." Milk leaking from your nipples as Jeongguk chases his high. 

"You want a fat load of cum in this pregnant cunt? Wanna feel stuffed full of baby and cum?" 

"Yes! Please fill me up! Cum inside!" Jeongguk groans loudly screwing his eyes shut as his balls begin to tighten. 

"Gonna fill you up like a little cum dumpster. Fuck! Christ, you feel so good!" You moan his name loudly as he rubs at your clit. Tears of pleasure brimming in your eyes as you grit your teeth. 

"Oh fuck! Fuck! Baby! I'm cumming! I'm cummi-" Jeongguk groans loudly, his head falling forward as he fucks you harshly. His cock stilling for a second before his warm seed fills you. A large gasp emitting from your husband before he sobs out. 

"Oh fuck!" His body shakes in euphoric pleasure as he bites his bottom lip.

"Oh my fucking God!" Jeongguk yells out before sighing happily. You giggle as he pushes his sweaty hair off of his forehead.

"I'm not done with you, yet baby girl." He thrusts into you slowly, his fingers still rubbing at your clit before pulling out of you. 

"Flip over." He tells you letting your ankles off of his shoulders. You sit up with his help before kneeling on the bed. Jeongguk fixes the pillow underneath your belly as you bury your face into the sheets. A swift hand meeting your ass cheek as you whimper out his name. 

"So fucking sexy, just got stuffed full of cum and can't wait for another load." You moan at his words, Jeongguk watches as your pussy twitches sucking his cum deeper inside of you. 

"The baby okay? You okay?" He asks gently kissing down your back as his still erect cock prods at your pussy. 

"We're okay." 

"Good girl." He smacks your ass again, watching as you bury your face deeper moaning gently.

"Like that? Like getting spanked like the naughty girl you are?" 

"Yes!" He hums in agreement before kneading at the soft flesh of your ass. His cum begins to seep out of you and he bites his lip watching your pussy froth up his white cum. 

"Fuck. My cum looks so good on you." He enters the head of his cock, his cock gliding in smoothly with the ridiculous amount of cum he has provided your pussy. 

"Fuck, I missed your tight little pussy so much. I fucking love it." 

"I missed you too." You moan out backing up into him wanting to feel his cock. Jeongguk chuckles grabbing at your hips. 

"So needy." He teases you before ramming himself inside of you. You grab at the sheets, your knuckles turning white as you scream his name. 

"Oh shit." Jeongguk mumbles before licking his lips. His hand reaching around you, his forearm pressed against your belly as he rubs at your clit. Your knees spreading themselves as you buck yourself back on his cock with every thrust. 

"Oh fuck!" Jeongguk moans loudly before smacking your ass. 

"So sexy." You could feel the bubble within you expanding once again.

"Your pussy just got so tight! Fuck, you're going to cum, aren't you babe?" Jeongguk's hips snapping and rolling into you as you turn into a blubbering mess, your voice stuttering as you beg him for his cock. Your pussy beginning to try to milk his cock of his cum. 

"Cum on my cock! Feels so fucking good!" Jeongguk rubs at your clit faster, his hand spanking you harshly leaving a red imprint on your ass. 

"Right there! Fuck me harder! Please! I'm so close!" Jeongguk fulfills your wishes gripping at your hips and slamming you back to his cock with all of his force. The bubble within you bursting as you scream his name into the sheets. Your voice muffled as Jeongguk gasps for air at how tight you get. 

"Oh fuck!" He pulls at your shoulders bringing your back to his chest as he holds his hand to your belly. His free hand turning your head for his lips to meet yours. His hand rubbing circles on your stomach as he groans against your lips. 

"I'm cumming. Fuck!" He mumbles against you before gasping loudly and pressing his forehead into your cheek. 

"Oh fuck!" He curses cumming for the second time tonight. You lean back against him exhausted, your eyes becoming heavy as he holds you tightly. 

"I'm still horny." He whispers making you laugh. He chuckles before kissing you gently. 

"I love you." He says loudly squeezing you gently. 

"I love you too." Jeongguk pulls out of you with a groan before helping you lay on your back. His lips leaving sloppy kisses on your belly before opening your legs and watching his cum seep out. He shoves it back in before smirking up at you. 

"I'll fuck it out of you in a few hours." You snort before nodding tiredly. 

"Little man is sleeping?" He asks laying down next to you. You put your hand to your belly before tilting your head. 

"I think so." Jeongguk hums as you turn towards him your head laying on his chest and your belly resting on his side. 

"Fuck, I missed you like crazy." Jeongguk kisses the top of your head before sniffing and closing his eyes. 

"I missed you, too. So much." Jeongguk smiles before petting your head as he gets comfortable. 

"Let's tell hyung to keep Jisung for a whole week, hmm?" His question has you giggling as he gives a bunny smile to the quiet room. 

"Better get your rocks off while you can, your son is coming in a week." Jeongguk opens one eye before rubbing your belly. 

"I need to cum as much as possible then to hold me over." You hum playfully. 

"Lay on your back. Let me fuck you again." You shove his chest making him laugh, his sharp giggle making you smile widely. Jeongguk looks over at the bassinet in the corner of the room before closing his eyes. 

"I love you so much. More than the moon loves the sun." You smile as sleep begins to shroud your being. "We love you, too."

[pasiveagressive]

Flinch // H.S.

This kind of a part three, but can also be read as a stand alone.

“Welcome back. We are here with Y/N and Harry Styles. Now my guests appear very relaxed. How are you? Are you relaxed?” James Cordon asks you and your husband.

“You know James, something about being on your show just makes me very unrelaxed.” you joke with him “I think it may have to do with that time you made me drink a salmon smoothie.” James taps his chin as though in deep thought.

“Nope I just can’t seem to remember that.” He and Harry laugh while you roll your eyes “Anyway, back to what I was saying earlier, we are going to test that calm, cool and relaxed demeanor, in a game we like to call Flinch!” the audience cheers and James waits for it to calm down before speaking again. “Now Harry, you have played this before. Care to explain it?”

“Not at all James, so if you look over her you will see James’ face. His face will be spitting many different types of fruit at that glass wall that we will be standing behind. Our jobs are to not flinch as they come at us.” 

“Now since Harry and myself have done this with tea before we decided it was only fair to play to Mrs. Styles’ strengths, so Y/N what will we be trying not to spill today?”

“Ah James I am so glad you asked. Today we will be drinking a lovely Cabernet.” you smile at them and a crew member rolls a cart with the drinks on it. James takes it from the man and picks up a glass, handing it to Harry. Harry takes it and starts to walk away

“Now wait a minute you look like you might need topped off.” James says stopping harry. James takes the bottle and pours until the wine is just barely staying in the cup. Harry’s eyes go wide,

“James that's a little full don't you think?” 

“Nope, looks perfect. Go on then.” He shoos Harry away. Harry walks behind the partition.

“Hi babe! I love you!” You call out as he takes his place

“I love you too angel.” He gives you a half smile. You turn to James

“Now Y/N what do you reckon we put in my mouth.” You laugh at his phrasing.

 “Well Haz does love some apple juice.”

“Apples then?” you nod your head. James takes two apples out of the basket and pushes them down his mouth with a black stick. He offers the button to you and you gladly take it hiding it behind your back. “So Harry, what was the best part of your wedding day?” Harry’s face gains a little color when James askes this.

“Um the best part of my wedding day...it would probably be when I first saw Y/N walk-” He gets cut off by apples flying through the air and slamming the glass. He gets the wine all over himself. You and James start to laugh hysterically. After he composes himself a little he looks at a camera.

“Let's watch the replay.” you watch the angle of Harry behind the glass, at first he is smiling and talking and then all of the sudden he is jumping back with red wine down his front. You laugh harder. 

“Ya know James you gave me an apron last time that I didn’t even need, this time it would have been nice to have one.” Harry complains as he arrives back up front. 

“Oh don’t be such a whiny butt.” you tease him. He leans in to give you a hug and you run away not wanting Cab on your dress. 

“Okay Y/N your turn. Can I top you off?” He asks. 

“Um no I am okay.” you say looking at your glass which is not filled to the brim like Harry’s but is way more full than a normal glass of wine.

“Alright then go ahead and get ready.” you walk back with ease and as you are going you hear Harry

“That’s not fair now is it?”

“I don’t know what you are talking about Harold.” James plays dumb loading the cannon

‘You like her better than me don’t you?”

“Babe everyone likes me better.” You smile Harry laughs

“True, I suppose.” 

“Mrs. Styles.” James says

“Mr. Corden.” 

“How do you feel about tomatoes?”

“Hate them.” 

“Hate them?” James asks surprised

“Absolutely despise them.” 

“Why?” He asks

“Mate there isn't a good reason, she just does.” Harry tells James

“The man is right Ja-” you are cut off by tomatoes flying straight at you. You don’t move. Harry and James are both shocked. You shrug your shoulders.

“What can I say. I am good at everything I do.”

“Let’s watch that replay.” James says in the slow motion playback you can see your whole body stay perfectly still as the fruit hits the glass

“I believe that was the most calm we have ever had a guest stay.” James exclaims

“When you are on stage singing people throw all kinds of things at you, you just get used to it I suppose.” you explain wrapping an arm around your husband.

“Before we end the segment I do have a question for the two of you.”

“Sure what’s up?” you ask

“Are we going to get a collaboration album from the two of you?” you and harry turn to smile at each other 

“Well James, in fact you are.” Harry says “This Friday the first single from our new album title ‘The Married Life’ will be out.”

“The album drops in December and we are so excited to share it with you.” you smile at the camera

“Well there you have it ladies and gentlemen, the Styles’ have an album coming out! Y/N and Harry thank you for being here. I will see you after the break.” James shouts and the band plays out

You and Harry smile at James “Was that a good make up for not telling you we were together?” you teasingly ask

“I guess.” He teases back you and Harry tell him goodbye and walk back to your dressing room

“I love you.” He tells you 

“I love you too, and I am so excited to spend the rest of my life with you.”

[that-bi-bitch-writes]

A Cursed Reality- JJk x Male Reader (Ch.6)

I love you all. But I refuse to proofread this. I hope it isn’t horrible. If it is I can promise the next one won’t be. This is kind of long but kind of short and has parts taken directly from the manga but I also switch it up here and there.

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“[Name] i’m worried about you” 

"Why?"

"Because you were hysterical over yuji's body and now you're just fine"

"My cursed technique doesn't fail. It just...doesn't. I’m Fine. Yuji's fine. i'm just waiting for him to wake up"

Megumi looked at him concerned before turning and looking at Kugisaki. They recalled how gojo described [Name] when he'd been sent out on a mission with inumaki 

"He's my best student. A little unhinged but he means well. Do Not get on his bad side. if he learns how to fully use his cursed technique [Name] has a shot at dethroning me as the strongest"

They looked at him in disbelief. sure [Name] was strong. Strong enough to not fear Sukuna but they couldn't believe he'd be stronger than Gojo. That was god-like power and it didn't make sense for someone like [Name] who fights over cheez-its and dislikes people because they "felt wrong" to be in the running for the strongest jujutsu sorcerer. One of the strongest... maybe.

"Well..." Gojo interrupted their thought "That won't happen anytime soon" He gave a closed eye smile to reassure the first years. If they'd known him a little better they'd know he was lying. [Name]'s power relied on emotions. And with him increasingly getting attached to people like Nanami, Gojo and the first years—and Inumaki of course, he grew stronger and more out of control. To avoid a repeat of what'd happen a couple years ago, They'd begun honing [Name]'s skill within Gojo's infinity. It was the only way to release such a massive amount of cursed energy undetected. 

[Name]'s dislike towards the higher ups would only prove a threat if he grew more powerful. Gojo was raised in the world of jujutsu, primed to be a shaman. [Name] became a shaman because of a terrible accident. Someone raised outside of their society with no desire to follow their hierarchy is a threat. He would be like Geto Suguru but worse. Especially since he had an attachment to the vessel of Sukuna.

"I hope [Name]-san will be okay"

"He'll get over it. by the way when did you switch to calling him [Name]-san Fushiguro?"

"He's been asking me to stop calling him senpai for a while now. But seeing him like that over Yuji's body. It really humanized him. He's only just 17 years old"

"[Name] honey"

"Satoru"

"Oh wow first name okay. how about we take a break and come back after Shoko examines the body"

"No i'm gonna be here when he wakes up"

"Okay"

Gojo gently pat [Name]'s head, leaving his hand to rest before walking closer to Ijichi who was shocked by the scene between the two.It was obvious to anyone that [Name] and Gojo were close, Gojo being the only one who could give [Name] orders without any pushback and [Name] being the only person since Geto who could truly make Gojo soft. What was more shocking was the state [Name] was in. Since he'd arrived in Tokyo they'd only seen the colder more composed aspect of him. 

"Why are you placating him Gojo?You’re letting him sit there and believe his friend will just rise from the dead?"

"He needs this. He needs to grieve and if I tried to stop him he could simply tell me to go die and then what would I do?" (Probably not die you idiot. fight back)

Ijichi went silent after that remembering exactly how petty [Name] got when he was upset. He could and most certainly would tell someone to go and die. or fall in a ditch. The get lost one was a real nuisance.

Shoko looked at Ijichi’s face and realized it wasn’t worth arguing. It wasn’t her turn to say anything, she’d let the rest of their conversation play out before she makes her dramatic entrance. She could only hope they wouldn’t make too much of a fuss as she was getting anxious to dissect the vessel’s body.

“It was intentional wasn’t it”

“What do you mean?” Ijichi asked, his heart thumping audibly. This piqued [Name]’s interest too, but like Shoko he’d let the scene play out a little before speaking up. He wanted to wait until his two cents would help make a dollar. 

“The enemy was special grade. Five rescue targets who weren’t even confirmed alive. There’s no way I’d send in first-years for that.” Gojo Answered “I had to pull some strings to get a stay of execution for Itadori. Those crusty ass higher ups used a special grade to get rid of him in my absence. If the other two had died that would’ve been icing on the cake right”

“But when the mission was planned… there was no indication of special grade” Ijichi nervously choked out. Gojo’s bloodlust was overwhelming and kind of scary. He’d much prefer if [Name] ordered him to get lost

“What they didn’t count on was [Name] seeing through their plans. He’s a genius, my student. It would be a pain trying to find the culprit so maybe I should just kill them all”

“You’re being emotional for once. You really had a soft spot for him, huh?” Shoko spoke as she made her entrance

“Sure, I’m a nice guy who looks out for his students.”

Nice guy. Shoko almost scoffed “Don’t pick on Ijichi too much He’s caught in the middle between us and the higher ups”

“Besides” [Name] spoke up “It’d really get on their nerves when they learned the plan failed. Especially because of me. They should suffer a little before they die, no?”

Shoko gave [Name] a quick glance before continuing, from the corner of her eye she could see Gojo smiling at the second year. He must have a couple more soft spots than she realized. “So.. this is Sukuna’s vessel. I can dissect him anyway I want”

“You better make it worth it”

“I will who do you think I am”

“Sorry puppy, endure it a little. We can get our revenge when you wake up” [Name] whispered

“What use is he dead?” Nobara asked with her chin on her hand “[Name] might be having some monumental breakdown but at least he’s still strong… and alive” she paused for a second. “Hey is this the first time a friend of yours has died?

“A classmate yeah”

“Really? You seem fine”

“Look who’s talking”

“Of course. I’ve only known him for two weeks. I’m not the kind of girl who cries over a guy like that” 

Fushiguro noticed her lip quivering and chose not to say anything as she pulled herself together.

“Man it’s hot”

“Yeah I wonder when we’ll get our summer uniforms.”

“Sheesh. You’re more moody than usual Megumi. What is this a funeral?”

“Zen’in senpai”

“Don’t you dare call me by my last-”

“Maki! Maki!” Panda called “He really did die. It happened yesterday. A first-year boy”

“Fish flakes”

“You ARE A LITTLE LATE. Now I look like a cold hearted demon”

“Well you pretty much are” 

“Tuna Mayo”

“Who are these people?” Nobara asked Fushiguro. He introduced her to the second years. Panda, Maki and the infamous Toge Inumaki”

“Ahh so this is [Name]’s boyfriend”

“HAH!” Maki laughed “The two of them are close but I think i’d prefer Inumaki with Okkotsu”

Megumi tilted his head at the suggestion “Okkotsu senpai isn’t here but he’s the only one I can sincerely respect. He’s abroad right now”

Nobara paid very little attention to whatever Fushiguro was saying caught up in Panda’s… pandaness.The only thing that truly broke her out of her curiosity was the mentioning of a goodwill event. Considering it was less of a charity event and more like a battle royale it was right up Nobara’s alley. 

“You’re in right?” Maki egged on “Do it for your fallen friend”

“We’re in” Kugisaki and Fushiguro chorused

“But if I think both the training and the goodwill event are pointless. I’m out”

“Same here” Megumi agreed  

“Heh. it should be fun putting you guys in your place”

“Fish flakes” 

“Inumaki senpai.” Megumi looked away, finding the distance much more appealing “He’s not alright. But he will be.”

“Salmon” Inumaki knew [Name] would be alright. This was THE [Name] [L.Name]. He was the main character. When the MC disappears, they just come back stronger.

[butgilinsky]

midsummers // rc

warning; language, slight violence ig?, underage drinking, soft boy rafe

summary; in which y/n gets jj out of a sticky situation and embarrasses rafe in front of his friends

word count; 1.4k+

i like the idea of rafe being dominant over every relationship in his life but letting his girlfriend “wear the pants” in their relationship. like, rafe is this big bad guy but his girlfriend makes him bow his head and submit, yknow? also, the thought of drew starkey calling me ‘mamas’ gives me purpose, thank you. 

midsummers, although wildly annoying and unnecessary, was something y/n somewhat looked forward to every year. it was a time, although surrounded by people she didn’t entirely get along with let along enjoy, she could let go, even if just for a few hours. 

she liked her dress this year, which was slightly surprising since her mom picked it out for her. her mom had checked in with her every hour that day, making sure she was getting ready in every way possible and wasn’t going to back out last minute like she had tried in the past before. ever since she backed out last minute the summer before her junior year, her mom spent the week leading up to it making sure that she was still game. 

she stood with topper and kelce, waiting for the beloved cameron family to enter the party. her parents stood not too far off, enveloped in a business conversation with one of her dad’s partners. 

kelce has an arm draped around her shoulders, and her head leaned on his shoulder softly as they listened to topper babble about how sarah had been acting off for the past few days. 

the clapping caught y/n’s attention quickly, her eyes snapping over to the heavy populated section of the porch. she smiled brightly at the sight of a baby blue suit waltzing in behind his dad and rose, the annoyed expression on his face made her laugh softly. 

his eyes connected with hers quickly, a soft smile making its way onto his lips as he picked up the pace. he quickly walked over to his friends and his girlfriend, who picked her head up off of kelce’s shoulder. she opened her arms just in time and squealed when she was lifted off of her feet. 

“hey gorgeous.” he pressed a quick kiss to the spot just below her ear and put her back on her feet. 

she pulled back enough to press her lips into his, smiling widely against his mouth. she felt him squeeze her hip softly before pulling back and mumbling something about drinks. 

rafe grabbed the girl’s hand, dragging her away to find drinks, kelce following behind after topper and sarah dove into a conversation of their own. the three grabbed drinks quickly and waltzed back over to the couple the quickly broke apart. 

y/n pushed past the boys for a moment and grabbed sarah’s wrist gently, trying to stop her before she got too far. 

“hey, you okay?” sarah sighed softly, her eyes rolling quickly as she shrugged it off simultaneously. “alright well, whatever it is,” y/n turned over her shoulder, catching all three pairs of eyes glued to her and sarah. she rolled her eyes and looked back at sarah with a wide smile. “i’ll always be your scapegoat.” 

sarah smiled widely at the girl, letting out a soft laugh before she hugged her tightly, ignoring the burning eyes on them. “thank you, y/n.” 

“just give me a quick heads up with the background so i can lie my ass off, yeah?” sarah nodded quickly, letting out a soft laugh and another thanks before running off somewhere. 

y/n walked back to the boys, finding rafe’s side quickly as topper dove into another rant about something else she didn’t quite pay attention to. it seemed like their night wasn’t quite doomed, though she had a feeling it wouldn’t last long, given the recent tension between kooks and pogues. 

she was about to get another drink when her mom called her over, tearing her away from rafe and the boys. y/n rolled her eyes, knowing that her mom just wanted to get her away from rafe for the time being. she left rafe with a kiss and a small plea to stay out of trouble before she wandered over to her mother. 

her mom threw an arm around her quickly, gushing to the other women around them about y/n’s recent achievements in college. y/n played nice, smiling and laughing along with the conversation and even interjected a few times. she sprung a small conversation between herself and the women her mother was trying to impress, before a soft commotion broke out behind her. 

y/n turned over her shoulder, cursing under her breath when she saw people running through the crowd and into the dining room. she scanned the crowd for the baby blue suit, but when she never found it, nor the salmon one that seemed to always be near by. 

as soon as she could, she bid her mother and the rest of the group a polite goodbye and left them with an excuse about finding sarah. y/n walked through the small crowd, waving and smiling when people called out to her. she peeked her head around corners and tried every doorknob until she reached a door with a loud commotion on the other side of it. 

she looked at the door, biting on the side of her cheek while she contemplated the situation at hand. if it wasn’t rafe getting into trouble on the other end, then it was men changing, and that would be a story that would inevitably get back to her parents. 

but she could’ve sworn she heard the all too familiar voice reach her ears, so she grabbed the side of her dress and pushed the door open, rolling her eyes when she saw a crowd of boys causing trouble right in front of her. 

“rafe!” her voice cut through the back and forth between the group, quieting everyone long enough for rafe and kelce to look at her, both wearing different expressions. 

“hey mamas.” her eyes found jj’s quickly, and her jaw clenched tightly as she glared at kelce before he shoved jj out of his hold. 

“what’s going on?” y/n crossed her arms over her chest, watching rafe nervously run a hand through his hair as he racked his mind for an explanation. 

“we were just, uh, talking to jj about-”

“you were just letting jj go back to work?” she cut him off quickly, her head falling to the side as she shot rafe a look he knew all too well. 

“yeah, baby. that’s exactly what we were doing.” she nodded, biting her tongue lightly before she looked at jj who was smirking at his feet. 

“beat it, maybank.” the blond boy looked up at her, saluting her jokingly before walking past her. 

“it was nice seeing you jj!” rafe called out before the door could shut, earning another glare from y/n. 

“mama’s mad, man.” kelce muttered under his breath while the rest of the boys snickered softly. 

“let’s go, rafe.” y/n cocked her head towards the door, watching him fight the internal battle in his head of listening to his girlfriend or trying to prove a point to all of his friends. 

she waited for a minute, raising her eyebrows as she watched rafe sigh to himself. his shoulders slumped and he looked at kelce who sent him a short nod, advising his friend to just go with y/n. kelce had seen her blow up on rafe, and was quite possibly one of rafe’s only friends that didn’t joke about him being whipped. he always said that if he was dating y/n he’d tuck his tail between his legs when she got mad, which is exactly what rafe did. 

his head fell forward as he sighed out again, and took the short strides towards her. she gave kelce a small nod and a two fingered salute to the rest of the boys before following rafe out of the room. 

“i hate when you do that shit in front of my friends.” rafe mumbled softly, thought y/n heard him perfectly clear. 

“and i hate when you make a scene just to prove a point, so i guess that makes us even.” she flashed him a sarcastic smile when he looked over his shoulder, stopping in the middle of the hall. 

“you always have to make me look like a fucking pussy, y/n!” y/n sighed softly and pressed her hands against rafe’s chest, smoothing out the wrinkles in his jacket. 

“well, rafe, i hate to break it to you, baby, but you only look like a pussy because you’re a big softie.” she whispered softly before pressing a soft but lingering kiss to rafe’s jaw. 

his hands grabbed her hips quickly, fingers digging into her skin while he grunted softly. 

“you’re so going to get it later.” he whispered softly, and y/n just laughed gently, peppering kisses along his jaw and down his neck. 

“why wait, cameron?” rafe groaned lowly at the tone in her voice before grabbing her hand and dragging her back outside. 

“make an excuse fast princess, because we’re leaving.”

[canyouhearthelight]

The Miys, Ch. 142

Another late chapter... I’m really batting a thousand lately, seems like.

So, work has been insane, but @baelpenrose reminds me to post when I forget, thankfully. And this is SUCH a fun chapter.  I hope you all enjoy!

I dropped into a seat in Mess Hall Seven with a groan, so exhausted that I barely managed to get soup and a grilled cheese from the console.  Tyche yawned and nodded in agreement before poking at her sushi bowl idly. It was six Von-days after the last drill, and between coordinating increased training schedules for Shelters Three and Seven and helping Charly plan kink-night at the Undine, we were wiped.

“People are ungrateful,” she muttered before managing to barely balance a piece of salmon into her mouth.

I muttered something that hopefully sounded like agreement before I scooped up a bite of my soup with one wedge of sandwich, too lazy to even bother with the spoon. “Remind me why we don’t have Vati and Hannah handling the practice schedules?”

“Because they are handling the extra evacuation drills with Jokul and Arthur.”

Personally, I thought they were getting the better end of this deal, but since the raging success of their first Food Festival, it really was only fair. “And the relocations for those who need it,” I admitted. “Except mine.”

“Conor may actually strangle one of them if any of your plants don’t make it,” she pointed out, gesturing with her chopsticks for emphasis after having given up and using her fingers to eat her lunch. “Not to mention I wouldn’t wish packing with Maverick on anyone.”

“He’s letting me pack the books and textiles.” I shrugged in acceptance after taking another bite of soup-dipped sandwich.

We picked at our food in silence after that, grateful for something resembling a reprieve, before we were interrupted by a flurry of grey hair and enthusiasm landing in one of the nearby chairs with a heavy thunk. “Good afternoon, Madams Reid.”

“Hey, Jokul,” I muttered as Tyche just waggled her fingers at him. I really think I liked it better when he was trying to kill me. Right now, I might even let him do it.

“I know you are both on your meal period, but I wanted to test the waters on potentially scheduling a community activity,” he rushed out.

Tyche guarded her lunch with an almost feral aggression, having heard what happened the last time Jokul had interrupted my lunch. “That should really be something you run by Al-”

“Worthington, yes, I know,” he interrupted. “However, I know you are both quite busy and I wanted to be respectful of your time. As such, I will make this as brief as - ow!” He snatched his hand back away from the other half of my sandwich, rubbing where I had slammed my spoon down onto it.

“I have no idea where the food stealing comes from, but don’t,” I warned him.

“Rude, got it,” he nodded in a terrifying impression of Charly’s normal demeanor. “As I was saying, I recently learned a new type of game from Terra, from the Before.  It involves teamwork, and encourages creativity and escapism, and I think it would be a very good community activity - “

I surrendered to my urge to groan. “We are not doing a redux of Settlers of Cattan. Arthur stabbed someone last time.”

“I didn’t press charges…” Jokul pouted, glancing at the scar on the back of his wrist briefly. “Besides, it was only a fork. Clearly he didn’t mean it, there were four knives in arms reach counting my own.”

Tyche cocked an eyebrow at me. Seriously?

I pursed my lips and wrinkled my nose in response. Yep.

“So what game is it this time?” I asked hesitantly.

I was reward-bombarded with a grin. “It’s called Dungeons and Dragons! Somewhat like a video game, but with more people, and using writing implements and paper. Oh, and different kinds of dice, very important. One person is something of the narrator, to give the game a kind of structure, while the other players act as characters in the game… Ivan introduced me to it, and it is quite challenging with the right people.  The dungeon master - that is the narrator - has to re-evaluate the story based on the actions of the other players, but the players themselves don’t know what the dungeon master is going to do. It is very much a social diversion, and there are many classes….”

As Jokul continued to gush, he was rather oblivious to the fact that Tyche and I were stuffing our faces as quickly as possible to avoid interrupting him or laughing. We had both played when we were younger - in fact, we had been introduced to the game by our mother.  There had even been a very overwhelming pop-culture movement in our youth around the game, which further emphasized just how far out in the boonies Jokul had grown up.  As shocking as it was that he was just now discovering the game, it came at exactly zero surprise that he enjoyed it so much - it was right up his alley of interests.

About fifteen minutes and two more grilled cheeses into his retelling of the campaign he was part of, Charly and Arthur squeezed in with us, their own lunches in tow.  As seemed to be a growing trend, Arthur reached over and snagged one of my sandwiches before I could react, shoving half of it in his face.

That was apparently enough to snap Jokul out of his story. “Hey! Why didn’t you hit him?”

“His deathwish, not my problem,” I shrugged.

Around the remains of my lunch, Arthur managed to enunciate. “Told you, Noah fissed the dairy allergy.”

“Bleargh,” I gagged comically. “It’s okay, think I’m done anyway.”

Jokul’s hand swatted Arthur’s out of the way to steal the rest of my food. “As I was saying, Ivan was quite clever with his resolution to deal subdural damage to the player who was very much ruining the storyline by insisting his character was immune to magical sleep…”

“Oooooo! I love tabletops!” Charly squealed, bouncing in her seat. “What setting are you playing in right now?  My favorite was always Exalted…”

“Miss Harper, I think we are discussing different activities.” Jokul sounded supremely confused, but my heart broke a bit.

Arthur shook his head. “Maybe not Exalted, but what about Ebberron? Swordhaven, maybe?  Just tell me it isn’t Ravenloft… I know you haven’t been fucking around in a Dark Sun, but I beg you to tell me you aren’t playing Ravenloft.”

“I’m not sure what those are… Ivan introduced me to Dungeons and Dragons. There is only one setting.”

“So… Greyhawk or homebrew,” Arthur nodded. “Best place to start, get the basics down.”

Jokul’s head pivoted toward me and Tyche, squinting in annoyance. “You knew, didn’t you? And you let me prattle on…”

“You were so… happy….” I explained plaintively. “We didn’t want to ruin that for you.”

Tyche nodded. “We both remember how fun that first campaign is. And honestly? We’ve been having a kind of crappy day.  It was nice to hear someone be excited about something that isn’t work related.”

“But I came to you to discuss making it a ship activity…”

“Originally, yeah,” I shrugged. “That was maybe the first thirty seconds.  After that, you were doing what literally every tabletop roleplaying person has done since the beginning of time… telling stories about the fun, dramatic, and frankly stupid shit the people in your party are doing.”

“Says the two-foot eight halfling rogue,” Arthur scowled.

“I rolled it at random, it was fifteen years ago, get over it!” I threw my hands up dramatically. “At least I wasn’t mated to a frickin’ deity.”

Charly giggled uncontrollably while Jokul goggled at us. “Exalted is broken in all the fun ways.”

“You literally sacrificed, and I quote ‘all of your fucks to give’, for necromancy.”

“That was your idea!”

Jokul turned toward Tyche, waiting for her to say something. She just held up her hands defensively. “I was a murder monk-bunny.”

Arthur snorted. “You were the Black Rabbit of Inle….”

“Well if my wife would have just stopped dying…!”

“At least none of us were the Platinum Knight who pissed his pants every time he confronted his favored enemy,” I laughed. “He never did live that one down. Every. Single. Dragon. He would crit fail his roles.”

“Oh, please,” Arthur intoned drily. “Did I ever tell you about the time one of my players managed to make ‘Notice me, Senpai’ into the most terrifying in-universe warcry imaginable?”

Charly choked before swatting his shoulder. “Not in front of my pasta. Please.”

Jokul, however, looked both horrified and intrigued, egging Arthur on. “Barbarian whose entire clan worshipped a god named The Senpai…. Just imagine, a barbarian in a rage, bellowing ‘NOTICE ME, SENPAI!!!’ before just scything down thirty men with a broadsword.”

At this point, I was laughing so hard that tears were rolling down my face. “Please, please tell me there was a kilt and pigtails involved….”

Jokul touched his own hair, before straightening as seriously as possible. “They are warrior’s braids, Councillor.”

That was it, I couldn’t take it anymore. I just put my head down on my folded arms and waiting to either pass out from laughing so hard or from exhaustion.  A few deep breaths and a spinning head later, I managed to wipe my face on my sleeve and realized the conversation was continuing without me.  Just as I was clearing my throat to let Jokul know he should be fine to start organizing something and to send me a rough outline, Arthur dealt the final blow.

Leaning over, he whispered over my shoulder. “By the way, the barbarian’s name was Drystan of the Doki-doki tribe.”

I was proud that I managed to get up and dash into the hallway before collapsing against the wall in maniacal laughter.  I barely registered Hannah’s voice behind me asking everyone at the table if I needed medical assistance, and that did not help.

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[toutallyahoe]

Everybody Talks ~ Iwaizumi Hajime (Haikyuu) pt 1

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a/n: i forgot to post this here, lmao whoops

but anyways, had to split this because tumblr cant support 7000+ words asdfghjkll

this is my longest one shot so far, please enjoy it. em begging thee

part one | part two | part three

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"Hey baby won't you look my way?

I can be your new addiction,"

There it goes again, the annoying song that he was already very familiarized with as it was the very same song that his soulmate had been listening non-stop for the past few days. Iwaizumi Hajime doesn't know if his soulmate had a different time zone than his (thirteen hours difference to be exact) or just a psychopath listening to the loud song for the whole night that the dark haired male could barely sleep. And it had been almost a week already!

"Hey baby what you gotta say?

All you're giving me is fiction,"

Hajime doesn't even understood the song that much despite it's catchy tune. It was in, on what he assumed, was english. Yes, it was very catchy song at first as the beat was very enjoyable and the singer had a nice voice— but listening to the song for almost one week straight? It can drive anyone insane. And Iwaizumi Hajime had to deal with listening to the song over and over again in non-stop repeat because of his (probably) psychopath soulmate listen to it in full volume.

"I'm a sorry sucker and this happens all the time,"

The dark haired male was rather a bit thankful that the volume of the song he was hearing was a bit bearable as whatever song anyone's soulmate was listening too, it was projected to the other about only eighty percent the noise. Still, the song was loud and Hajime wonders if his soulmate would go deaf with how loud the song was playing on their end. Well, if they weren't going deaf already.

"I found out that everybody talks,

Everybody talks, everybody talks,

It started with a whisper!"

Sighing, Hajime stared at the ceiling of his room, a small frown on his lips. God, his soulmate was lowkey an asshole for making him listen to the same song over and over again for the past few days. If he ever finds his soulmate, the dark haired male was sure to beat them up— or at least, be angry at them for making him listen to a song that he could barely sleep.

"And that was when I kissed her!

And then she made my lips hurt!"

Looking at the alarm clock on top of his nightstand beside his bed, the dark haired male let out another annoyed grunt as he saw the time. It was already midnight and he still had school to attend to tomorrow. Not to mention volleyball practice early in the morning aswell.

God, for a moment, Hajime hated the soulmate bond so, so much.

"I could hear the chit chat!

Take me to your love shack!"

But Iwaizumi Hajime also remembered that his soulmate rather had a nice taste in music that even made him listen to his soulmates favorite bands— or at least he assumes they were their favorite bands.

Hajime was stuck with the soulmate bond that let's him hear the song what his soulmate was listening too, and it reminded the dark haired male that his soulmate was somehow sharing a part of themselves to him.

"Mamas always gotta back track!

When everybody talks back!"

Sighing again, Hajime wished he would just smack his soulmate right now.

  

"Hey honey you could be my drug?

You could be my new prescription,"

Hajime let out an annoyed grunt as he just finished serving and stood outside the court. It was unfortunately out of bounds as he put too much pressure on hitting the ball, but Hajime could barely care about it right now.

"Too much could be an overdose!

All this trash talk make me itchin'!"

Jesus fucking Christ, it was practically by the end of the day, but his soulmate was still listening to the song? The dark haired male now fully believed his soulmate was a psychopath. Period.

"Oh my, my,

Everybody talks, everybody talks,

Everybody talks, too much..."

"Woah, losing your edge there ace!" Hajime turned his head to whoever had said those words and saw it was a fellow third year and (unfortunately) friend of his, Hanamaki Takahiro. The light brown (pink-ish?) haired male had an eyebrow raised towards him but an amused smirk on his lips with his arms crossed over his chest.

"You okay there? Or are you getting old already?" Takahiro snickered as Hajime rolled his eyes at the wing spiker. The light brown (salmon???) haired player was always a bit of a tease along with another third year, Matsukawa Issei. Speaking of the middle blocker, it seemed like the black haired middle blocker also decided to come and join on annoying the dark haired ace.

"You've been also more annoyed than usual," Issei pointed out as he stood next to his light brown (pastel pink???) haired friend with his arms crossed on his chest aswell. "Love the eye bags, by the way," Issei continued as he grinned while Takahiro snickered more at his comment.

"Oh, shut up," Hajime had grunted as he rubbed the temple on his head. The dark haired ace was already tired from the lack of sleep and practicing volleyball even if he do love the sport. He can't deal with his teams bullshit right now.

"Iwa-chan can't sleep because of his soulmate!" Yelled the volleyball captain of the males volleyball club of Aoba Johsai, Oikawa Tōru, who was unfortunately the dark haired male's best friend since childhood from across the court. How did he know what the three were talking about? No one would ever know other than knowing the captain enjoyed gossip and doesn't care if he even gets caught listening to conversations that doesn't include him. Oikawa Tōru had no shame.

Sighing again, Hajime was so fucking done. Of course the chocolate brown haired male would know about his soulmate problem even if he doesn't say anything about it. For some odd reason, Tōru had a sixth sense with him and his soulmate. How annoying.

"Because of your soulmate...?" Takahiro asked, confused. The confusion on his face was immediately then replaced with an amused look as a shit eating grin was replaced the smirk on his lips. Hajime already felt the headache coming.

"That's pretty kinky, not gonna lie," Takahiro said with no shame whatsoever. Obviously his imaginations running wild from the chocolate brown haired male's shout about Hajime and his soulmate. Issei could only chuckle at his friend's words as they both look at the dark haired ace who was slowly losing his sanity and patience.

"But seriously, Iwaizumi. What's the deal with your soulmate?" Issei asked. Finally something Hajime could actually answer and not be teased by the assholes that he calls his teammates and friends. Unfortunately.

"The dumbass hasn't stopped listening to this one song for almost a week now," Hajime grunted as he could still hear the said song in his mind.

"It started with a whisper!

And that was when I kissed her!

And then she made my lips hurt!"

"Really?" Takahiro said, a bit surprised that a measly song would annoy the dark haired ace. Sure, Iwaizumi Hajime was a bit of a hot headed person but he was a hot headed person who can control his temper— unless it's with Oikawa Tōru, then Hajime would not hesitate to beat the shit outta the chocolate haired captain.

"What's so bad with the song?" And it seemed like the black haired middle blocker agreed aswell as Issei asked that question. The taller male didn't know if he should congratulate their ace's soulmate for making the dark haired male so annoyed and irritated for the past few days or feel bad for Hajime.

"The song isn't the problem," Hajime huffed as he saw both Takahiro and Issei look at him with raised brows. Clearly wanting him to elaborate more since they were confused. Sighing, the dark haired male decided to just come out with it. "They just have been playing the song non-stop and it's driving me insane."

"I could hear the chit chat!

Take me to your love shack!"

"What's the song?" The light brown (peach?!?) haired male had asked. Curious on what Hajime's soulmate was listening to. Can you blame him though? Their ace seemed to be a bit secretive with his soulmate, even if they had been teammates and friends for years. Iwaizumi Hajime didn't seemed to like talking about his soulmate, either it be him not liking them or just likes his privacy. It was probably the latter but who knows?

Sighing again, Hajime gestured the two to follow him to the changing room. The practice was almost over anyways and both Takahiro and Issei had finished their serves earlier ago aswell. The dark haired ace was going to let the two third years hear the song he had been listening to for the past few days with his phone. Hajime, after all, downloaded the song his soulmate had been listening to non-stop.

  

"Mamas always gotta back track!

When everybody talks back!"

Arriving at the changing room with the two males tagging along, Hajime wasted no time going to his assigned locker and opened it up. Taking out his phone and unlocking it, Hajime immediately then went to his music app and searched the song his soulmate had forced him to listen to for almost a week.

"Never thought I'd live to see the day,

When everybody's words got in the way!"

Finding the song, the dark haired ace turned to both his friend and gave them a blank expression as he hit play on the song.

The familiar intro of the song played loud on the device's speaker and it didn't take long for the singer started singing the song that Hajime was song he could sing along perfectly from how much he had heard the song already. The dark haired male had practically memorized the lyrics of the song already and he wasn't even kidding.

"Woah," Issei whistled as he look at the song that was playing in Hajime's phone more closely. "Damn ace, you're soulmate has taste!" The black haired male said. Rather surprised and impressed to the song Hajime's soulmate taste in music.

"It's in english too," Takahiro pointed out. He then turned to look at Issei who looked at him aswell. The two seemed to be communicating without even saying anything, but seeing the furrowed eyebrows and small frown on their lips, Hajime knew what they were thinking.

"Your soulmate is probably in a foreign country..." Takahiro said as he looked back at the dark haired ace. A bit worried but the wing spiker seemed to force a grin on his lips. "That's so cool!"

"Yeah, you're pretty lucky to get a foreign soulmate ace," Issei said. "Imagine getting help with english!" The black haired male chuckled. The two friends continued on listing the positives of having a soulmate who can talk in english and joking about it.

The dark haired ace didn't seemed to listen to the two though.

Hajime knew that there was a huge possibility that his soulmate was in another country than where he was. Soulmates were rarely even in the same cities most of the time, so Hajime fully knows about him maybe not meeting his soulmate. Still, it still hurts to think that his soulmate was far away from him and probably would not meet.

Iwaizumi Hajime didn't considered himself as a hopeless romantic, but it had always been his dream to meet the other person who he had sharing music to since he was seven years old.

There were two reasons why Hajime hated sharing about his soulmates music taste. First was that it hurts to be reminded that Hajime would only hear the song his soulmate was listening to and most of the time those songs were in english and were too loud for his liking. Sure, his soulmate listened to some mellow song aswell like lo-fi and even taking note on songs he listened too aswell, but his soulmate seemed to enjoy the upbeat and loud ones a lot.

Second was that Hajime felt like the music he listened from his soulmate were sacred. It was a silly thing to think but for the dark haired ace, the music and songs his soulmate was listening too, it was only for him to listen to and only him alone.

God, perhaps Iwaizumi Hajime was a hopeless romantic. Or at least, a little bit of a hopeless romantic with how he thinks about some dumb songs his soulmate was listening too.

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[sope-and-shine]

Dom-ino’s

-> Pairing: Hoseok x Reader -> SFW // Strangers to Lovers!AU, Fake Dating!AU // fluff, crack -> Word Count: 3.8k -> Summary: “Thank you for placing your order with Dom-ino’s! We hope you enjoy your selection and we’ll see you soon!!” You had no problem spending Valentine’s Day alone with some movies and a pizza, but it wasn’t your fault that the Special for Domino’s happened to have the same name as a special for some dating service. -> Warnings: Adam Sandler movie grade humor and innuendos, mild jealousy, mild language, Hoseok is a gentleman, Domino’s

a/n: HAPPY BIRTHDAY HOBI!!!! I was going to post this on Valentine’s Day, but I wasn’t able to. So I’m posting it on Hobi’s Birthday! Enjoy~

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When your sister had called you that afternoon asking if you’d be spending your Valentine’s Day with a hot date and you’d told her yes, you were referencing the free cheese pizza you’d be purchasing from Domino’s. After a long day at work, you really weren’t interested in going anywhere special. The only thing you really wanted to do was sit around in your sweatpants and binge a show on Netflix. Something feel good or action packed: No in between. All you needed was some wine and fuzzy socks and you’d be good for the night. You never thought that you’d be walking down the sidewalk with a stranger that you apparently paid to go on a date with instead of ordering your favorite Valentine’s special.

It kinda went down like this:

You pace around your small living room with your arms crossed over your chest, periodically checking the time on your phone to keep track of how much time has passed. It’s been an hour and a half since you first ordered your pizza, and you’ve yet to hear  so much as a call to let you know they were running late. If you’d known ordering a simple cheese pizza would take so long to be delivered, you would’ve plucked up the courage to go and grab it yourself.

Your doorbell rings and the screen to show your building's front door lights up, showing a man with dark, curly hair sticking out under a black baseball cap and a bag over his shoulder. 

Your shoulders shoulders relax, “Finally!” You cross the room to the door, pressing the button to unlock the front door, and then the button to talk, “Come on up!” 

You watch him enter the building and then the screen goes black. You fix the cardigan you put on as you wait for him to make it to the door, shifting your weight between both feet. A part of you regrets sitting down to watch your show before changing out of your work pants, but it’s not like they wouldn’t have to be washed anyway.

When he knocks on the door, you open it to greet him, but you’re confused when the bag he’s carrying isn’t big enough for what you ordered - the accessory is actually just a simple laptop bag you’d seen online shopping.

“Hi. I’m sorry, I think we both made a mistake. I thought you were someone else.” You apologize, offering him a slight nod.

“Really?” The brunette looks deflated. He pulls out his phone to check the screen, “I have a delivery for (Y/n) (L/n). Is this not the right apartment?” 

You shake your head as he looks at you in confusion, “I didn’t order whatever you’re bringing.”

“You didn’t order from Dom-ino’s?” He asks, pulling his bag to his front to show you the logo.

Your eyes narrow in confusion, “I did.”

“Then I have your delivery!” He assures you, his heart-shaped smile replacing his downcast expression.

You scoff, “Did you stuff my pizza in your laptop bag?” 

“Pizza?” He repeats. He’s confused for a moment and then you see a flash of realization hits him, “Oh! Oh…” His bright smile dims to one of uncertainty and hesitation. The brunette chuckles, “I think there’s been a misunderstanding.”

“What do you mean?” You ask.

“You ordered from Dom-ino’s.” He says.

You nod, “Yes, I know.”

“...with a hyphen in the middle.” He continues.

Your eyebrows furrow, “Why would Domino’s have a hyphen in the middle?”

“Could I come in and explain?” He gestures to the inside of your apartment.

You shift uncomfortably and bring your door closer to your body, “I’d prefer it if you didn’t.”

“Okay.” He opens his phone again and pulls up a screen, turning his phone so that you can see what’s on it, “This is what your confirmation looked like, right?”

You lean in to look at his screen, looking at a blank confirmation page almost identical to yours. Where it says “Dom-ino’s” is where you notice the hyphen you’d missed the first time, “Yeah. I didn’t even see the hyphen.”

“Yeah, so, this is the Dom-ino’s you ordered from.” He explains, pulling his phone back to him, “We’re a “dating service” if you will.” From the nature of his business as well as the keyword in the beginning, you can only assume that his service is not entirely dating related. But more importantly, it’s not pizza related either.

You sigh, “So, I’m not getting my food is what you’re saying?”

“Not necessarily~”

That’s how you find yourself where you are now, walking down the street still dressed in your work clothes next to the young entrepreneur wearing jeans and a nice shirt. When you agreed to let him make up for the mistake by buying you the pizza you had wanted - and refunding your accidental purchase - he’d stopped by his car on your way out to toss his jacket and his laptop in the backseat. 

“So-” You start, kicking rocks with your feet as you walk next to the man on your left, “A play on words, huh?”

He shrugs, “I thought it was clever at the time.”

“And you didn’t think to check if the pizza place with the slightly different name had a special with the exact same name as one of your specials?” You ask, teasing the business man more than reprimanding him.

He laughs, “In my defense, I didn’t think anyone would be stupid-” You glare at him and he clears his throat, “-I mean, challenged enough to mix the two up.”

You shake your head, “How have you not been sued yet?”

He stops outside of a brightly lit restaurant and turns to you, “I will have you know that our lawyer is very skilled.”

“Before or after their “Prosecution” is done?” You challenge, a teasing grin gracing your cheeks.

Hoseok - as you learned is his name - shakes his head and leads you towards the restaurant next to you, “Actually, it’s called the “Cross-Examination Special” but I have a feeling you’re not actually interested.” He grabs the door and gestures for you to go first, “After you~”

“No offense, but I’m really not.” You enter the building and take a look around the fairly busy restaurant. You wait for him to join you at your side, “Where do you want to sit?”

He looks around before he stops at a table off to your left, “Let’s sit by the windows.”

The both of you sit down and get settled, a waitress coming by not too long after, “Hi, welcome in! Happy Valentine’s Day! Can I get the two of you something to drink?” 

She wears a uniform like everyone else, and her hair is pulled back into a low ponytail. She’s very beautiful with the light makeup she wears, almost like an angel. Her attention is mainly focused on Hoseok - you can’t really blame her - but she spares a glance your way.

You give a warm smile, “Water please.”

“Sprite. Thank you.” Hoseok shoots her his own smile and you notice the blush that dusts her cheeks as he does so. You don’t let the simple action hurt you though, especially since you have no reason for it to do so.

You open your menu to take a look inside as Hoseok does the same, only the brunette seems to be lazily skimming over his options, “Do you come here a lot?” You ask. 

Hoseok chuckles, knowing he’s been caught, “More than I should admit.” He lays his menu flat on the table and looks at you, “Have you been here before?”

You shake your head, “Not at all. I’ve passed by a few times, but I’ve never stopped in.”

“Well, they have this amazing poke pizza if you want to try that! They have a few different types.” His enthusiasm assures you that he’s had his fair share, and if given the option he would eat it for the rest of his life.

You stifle a laugh, “So you brought me to get sushi?”

“In pizza form.” He adds, a smug grin on his lips.

You shake your head and turn back to your menu, “If I weren’t so hungry, I think this date would be over.” 

“You say that now, but let’s try getting some food in you before we make any rash decisions.” 

“Here you go!” Your waitress comes back with your drinks and places them on the table in front of you, lingering closer to Hoseok, “Have you decided what you’d like to eat?”

You notice how she stands closer to your ‘date’, almost as if she’s trying to look at the menu for him. Hoseok only smiles in return, “Yeah, can we get one order of chips and I’d like a salmon and avocado poke pizza.” She writes his order down but she doesn’t turn to you. Instead she keeps her focus on him, “So, how long have you two been together?”

“This is our first date, actually!” He explains. He shoots you a teasing grin, “Hopefully not the last~”

“Oh, I see.” You wait for her attention, but it’s obvious she’s too distracted.

You clear your throat to get her attention and fake a smile, “I’ll have the same thing, but no chips, please.” 

“Of course!” Her tone is polite, not demeaning at all, but the way she eyes your date as she leaves anyway has you growing irritated. A hand places itself on top of yours, pulling you out of your thoughts. 

“Tell me a bit about yourself.” Hoseok says, smiling at you.

“Me? Why not you?” You ask, choosing to let his hand stay on yours.

He shrugs and reaches for his drink with a free hand, “Usually on my dates I try to learn more about my clients since I’m trying to impress them.”

“Well, I’m not a regular date, so why don’t we start with you?” You suggest. He looks surprised, but he agrees. You continue, “Where did you go to school?”

“Gwangju.” 

“Really? What are you doing up here?” You ask.

His hands squeezes yours as the other plays with the straw in his drink, “I was hoping to become an idol, but I got an injury before debut.”

“I’m sorry.” You can tell the topic is a sensitive one as his shoulders hunch forward, so you attempt to lighten the mood, “But you were going to debut, right? You must be pretty talented if you got that far.”

You notice the blush rise to his cheeks as he brings his drink to his mouth, “I wouldn’t say that.”

“So, what? They were pushing you through based on your hair?” You ask. He chokes on his drink with a laugh and you can’t help but laugh yourself. You wait for him to calm down before you continue, “Were you a vocalist?”

He shakes his head, “Rapper.” 

“-Here are your chips!”

The both of you jump a little when she sets your basket of chips down, neither of you noticing her until then. 

“Thank you.” Hoseok nods at her and turns back to you, not acknowledging the waitress as she sticks around, “I was going to be a vocalist, but they thought I’d fit better as a rapper. I really wanted to be a dancer though.”

“You definitely have a lot of charisma.” You try not to eye the waitress when she globally walks away, but she just doesn’t sit right with you. It makes you remember what your least favorite part of dating is.

“You think so?” Hoseok asks.

“I do!” You assure him. You decide not to dwell on the actions of one person whether intentional or not and focus on the reason you’re even here in the first place, “Why didn’t you start a dance company instead?”

“I-” His hesitance comes back, “My injury didn’t allow it.”

Your lips pull into a thin line, “I’m sorry.”

Hoseok senses the regret in your tone and is quick to reassure you, “It’s okay! I actually really like my business as it is now, though I may have to consider a new name.”

You smile, “Oh yeah, I think a name change is mandatory at this point.”

Your waitress comes back with your food - still shamelessly eyeing your date - and you both dig into your meals. Hoseok makes sure to tease you as you go, giving light remarks about you having sushi pizza instead of the real pizza you had wanted so bad. You continue quizzing and asking him about himself, and you share about yourself in return. He’s a very easy person to talk to, which is probably why his business is still up and running - especially if all of his coworkers are as confident and as outgoing as him.

When you’re done eating you excuse yourself to go to the bathroom, taking that time to reflect on your night. You never wanted to go out with random strangers, you didn’t even want sushi, yet here you are having a great time with someone you would never pursue yourself. You’re so far out of your comfort zone that you’re actually back in! If you told your sister about anything from today, she’d be on the next train to talk your ear off for the next month.

On your way back to your table you stop. Your waitress is leaning on your table next to Hoseok with a flirtatious grin and if Hoseok is as polite and as charming as you think he is, then he’s smiling back at her. You don’t want to - more like you know you shouldn’t - but you stand back to listen to what she’s saying.

“All I’m saying is if this doesn’t work out then I’d like to give you my number just in case!” She says as if there’s nothing wrong with her actions. She looks around the restaurant, but she misses you waiting by the tall booth, “Your date isn’t even around, so she doesn’t have to know.”

You’re not too surprised by her actions, but you are surprised by the audacity she has to ask him while you’re still on a date. If she didn’t know you were on a date then you wouldn’t be as upset, but to get confirmation that the guy you’re interested in is on a date and you still pursue him while he’s on said date? Some people truly amaze you.

You tilt your head back and wait for Hoseok to accept her offer so you can get back to your table to collect your jacket and go home, but you don’t expect for him to turn her down.

“As much as I appreciate your offer, I think this is highly inappropriate behavior.” He says, catching you off guard. You peek around the corner to see your waitress is in the same state of shock as you are as Hoseok continues to smile through his harsh words, “You’re supposed to be working and doing your job, not flirting with your customers. Especially customers that are obviously here with someone else.” 

“I didn’t mean anything, I mean-“ she tries to defend herself, but Hoseok cuts her off by putting his card in front of her face.

“I’d like you to please take my card so I can pay for my Valentine’s Day meal and get back to my Valentine’s Day plans with my date. And the only piece of paper I’ll be taking from you will be my receipt.” His smile is genuine, but you can feel the annoyance and anger that radiates on the inside from your spot 3 tables away.

“Right. Sorry.” She takes his card, gives a small bow, and walks away. She rounds the corner and bumps into you. When she realizes who she bumped into, she mumbles another apology and walks around you.

You barely pay her any mind though, all you can think about is Hoseok’s kind words. He could’ve promoted his business, he could’ve taken her number just for himself, but he chose to stay faithful on a date that’s only to make up for your own mistake.

If he doesn't stop being perfect then you’d leave a complaint about him on Yelp:

“This employee is way too professional and perfect. Too realistic. He has me catching feels and we’re not about that!”

You return to your table and sit across from him as he plays a game on his phone, seemingly unfazed by the confrontation he had. When he notices you, he puts his phone down and gives you his undivided attention, “I already gave the waitress my card, I hope that’s okay.”

He doesn’t mention anything about the interaction he’d had moments before, and you don’t bother bringing it up. Instead you offer him a playful glare, “You know I could have paid for it.”

“What kind of perfect and charming date would I be if I made you pay for your own meal?~” He asks, a teasing lilt to his voice.

“A regular one.” You say.

“Well, at Dom-ino’s we don’t offer regular experiences.” He defends, “I also like to show off when I’m on a date. I need some way to hook them.”

You think back on your date up to now and offer him a warm smile, “I think you’re charming enough to keep a date on your own.”

He grins, “You mean that?”

You know he’s teasing you, but you don’t mind all that much anymore, “Yeah.”

Your waitress comes back with the receipt and places it on the table, only this time she avoids eye contact with the both of you at all costs, “Enjoy the rest of your night.”

“We will.” Hoseok assures her. You can hear the slight edge to his voice, it’s so subtle that you almost wouldn’t have noticed it if you weren’t paying attention to it.

She leaves you for another table, and you both grab your things to leave. Hoseok goes first and you follow him out, passing him as he holds the door for you like he had on the way in. It’s when you get onto the sidewalk and you turn to face him that you realize you aren’t ready for the date to end yet.

 “Alright!” Hoseok brings his hands together - making a clapping noise, “Well, now that you’ve been fed, I do believe it’s only right of me to walk you home.”

Your eyes widen, “No!”

“No?” He ‘s taken aback, thrown for a loop. He’d parked his car in front of your house, so he’d have to walk that way anyway. He looks around nervously before he shrugs, “I can walk a few feet behind you?”

You shake your head, “Not “no” as in “we’re done here,” I mean “no” as in “why end the night here?”’

“Oh~?” That seems to make his mood do a 180. He sticks his hands in his pockets, “What would you like to do then?”

“There’s an indoor glow in the dark mini golf place down the street.” You shrug, not meeting his eyes, “I don’t know if you’ve been there before, but it's a big course. It goes through the whole building.”

When you build up the courage to meet his eye, he’s already looking at you. But his shit-eating grin is now a genuine smile, “I’d love that.”

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You beat Hoseok on the miniature golf course both times around under the claims that he let you win the first time and you are much more knowledgeable about the course than him. As much as you wanted to argue with him about his golf skills, having the mental image of him trying to fish his ball out of the mini-pond through the little plastic fence surrounding it was a pretty good win in your book. Plus he bought you ice cream on your way back to your house.

Now, you’re making your way up to the front door of your building with Hoseok right next to you. You come to a stop at the door and he turns to you, “Did you have more fun than you thought you would?”

You nod, a sheepish smile gracing your features, “Actually, yes. I did. Thank you for convincing me to go out tonight.”

“Beautiful ladies should always be treated to a good time.” He flirts. His grin falls into a soft smile and he shrugs, “Maybe next year you can invite me again.”

You shrug back, “Maybe.”

“Right. Well...I should get going then.” He says. He offers you one last smile before he turns on his heel to walk away. 

He really is such a nice guy. He defends you, he’s sweet, and he’s cute? And you’re just letting him walk away. If your sister were watching you right now, she’d slam your head into the pavement for being so stupid. She’d yell at you to take a chance.

Hell, you would yell at you to take a chance!

“Aren’t you going to give me the full experience?” You call out before he reaches the sidewalk. He turns to you with a confused expression and you can feel the small bubble of confidence you’d built slipping away. You look down at your feet and shift your weight back and forth, “Most dates end with a goodnight kiss.”

You can’t see him, but you know that stupid, confident grin is on his face, “I thought you weren’t into this whole thing?”

“I thought you were genuine no matter what?” You huff, looking back up at him. If you were confident before, you’re nothing but unsure now. The only way you know how to play this off is to just pass it off like it’s nothing, so you shrug, “You can think of it as a tip.”

He hesitates for a minute, and you think he’s thinking of a way to reject you. You don’t expect him to break into a small jog to get back to you - jumping your steps instead of walking them like a normal person. He stops himself right in front of you and you feel your stomach twist into knots. 

He grabs under your chin, moves to lean in, and you close your eyes. You expect him to kiss you, but you don’t anticipate the kiss to be on your cheek. You almost feel devastated, but the promise he whispers on your cheek has the excitement rushing back, “I’ll give you a proper kiss on our second date.”

When you feel him pull away, you open your eyes to see his beautiful, genuine smile, and you can’t stop yourself from smiling back, “I look forward to it.”