#I WROTE REALLY SWEET HEARTFELT NOTES TOO

[m00ngbin]

I spent FOUR HOURS today baking and writing friend Valentines for people and they are going to like them or so help me god I will break down sobbing

[therealslimshakespeare]

Dear John | Part 2

Masters of the Air Fanfiction

Series Summary: Major John Egan wasn’t the pen-pal sort but a couple of hours into a dark night full of writing condolence letters he finds himself wondering why he never tried his hand at the nicer forms of correspondence. Who better to reanimate his numb inspiration than the glamorous Miss Lana Tierney? -the army’s girl next door, the pinup so prolific she was practically a wall paper print and Bucky’s long-standing cinematic crush. It’s not like she’ll read it anyways. Right? Right.

Warnings: suggestive language, crass vocabulary, the vintage form of sexting -honestly this is mostly fluffy in reply to his more overt letter

Author’s note: after episode four I’ve got feelings and fics for this universe that are far ahead of these establishing pieces. So I’ve gone ahead and tossed this preliminary one out but I may very well skip around and ahead to October next. At least now y’all know: she wrote him back. Hehe. If it’s of interest, I’ll probably end up writing John’s reaction to receiving this response as well as Gale’s response to realizing his friend actually went and sent that awful thing.

Date: Early August, 1943

Dear John, (I’m sorry Major Egan, I just had to)

Thank you for your kind letter of the 18th. It’s been many years since I received so delightful a correspondence or so candid an expression of admiration. And you should know I keep most of the letters the sweet people of this country send me. They’re stacked in quite an orderly fashion in my various garages, kept for the rainy days to peruse and keep the blues away and also so I might try very hard to reply. I don’t take such affection for granted. It’s humbling really, always has been, to be so loved by folks but it’s another level entirely to be singled out by someone as brave and impressive as yourself.

I found your letter to be heartfelt and wonderfully brave and in an effort to be equally transparent, you should know that when I finished it I clutched it to my breast and whispered half a dozen prayers for you. Or as you might say, I held it to my knockers.

That’s an awful word, you must know that Major.

As is “rack”, for that matter, but I’ve a sneaking suspicion that you would make it sound charming as even your blotted paper was electric. How could you dare to praise my film set flapjacks and mention making babies? I’m fizzing just glancing at it. You really must be quite the fella and I’m terribly sad now that our rendezvous, such as you say it was, got cut short. You must reprimand your friend -Buck, is it?- and tell him he did an bad deed that night. There’s nothing I like better than duets and hamburgers, we might’ve been one of the great loves by now if he hadn’t meddled. But don’t be too hard on him, if he’s the sort to take it well, kiss him for me, after you chide him.

But since we are being honest, I must admit, reading your letter, being privy to your thoughts, seeing myself through your eyes as it were - dear man, I feel rather riled. Quite riled, in fact. Why, I haven’t felt riled in a while, not like this. Not like an ordinary girl with an extraordinary boy. Do you know what I mean?

Maybe you don’t.

I mean regular, old fashioned flustered. That’s what you’ve made me. And thank you for that, John. Can I call you Johnny? I wonder if you’re the nickname sort, or if you’re real stern and serious, a real John-John. Not a Johnny at all. But either way, I think you deserve a treat, for being so nice, Major Egan. For reminding me I can feel my pulse somewhere besides my wrists before a show -and for all you’re doing in the war, besides. There seems to be no safer hands to trust this to, you do seem so very fond of them, I am led to believe you’d be protective of them, too.

Enclosed is something for the personal morale, I hope you’ll think of me nightly with it at hand, in fact, I’m so excited about it I’ve taken this ill advised measure to insure you do. I’d very much like a report, do they live up to your expectations? They’re homegrown, after all, I hadn’t much say in them but now I’ve got them, I don’t see why they shouldn’t do their bit to keep you alive. A small sacrifice.

One of those reasons you mentioned, John, you’ve so many of them, more than you know. A million souls over here rooting you on, insisting you make it out the other side.

I’m forefront among them, I’ll be scanning the crowd when I come to Europe -because I will, at your invitation. Perhaps if you send me a picture of your own mug I won’t be looking a fool asking every man in uniform if I remind them of an acorn. Are you going to tell me what on earth that means? I’ve tried to work it out but I always end up with some mathematical conundrum and I just know in my heart of hearts you wouldn’t let me down like that, would you Major? It’s something awfully salacious, isn’t it? Please let it be!

I’m a vain little thing and I can’t deny the way this poor heart of mine is all pitter pattering at the thought of you being so awful while also so nice. It’s a strange blend, and rather like my coke, I do prefer my men mixed.

Best wishes, may you have cloudless skies and fresh coffee to your heart's content. My sources -and I’ve excellent ones, an upside of working the war bond circuit- tell me you’re airforce. I think that’s remarkable and I hope you give that picture some thought. Mine, and yours.

Your vain little friend,

Julia Jean Turner

P.S.-I’m only ever ‘The Lana Tierney ‘ to strangers, and we aren’t strangers now, are we? not if you’re to take my picture to your bunk. i suspect you may have already taken that liberty. who’s to say I did not take similar liberties upon reading certain stirring passages of your letter? Xx 💋

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[critter-genfic-events]

This week, we have nine fics dealing with Grief or Mourning -dealing with the losses in the recent episodes of Critical Role, older losses, and imagined losses still in these character's futures. Check them out beneath the cut, and remember to comment and kudos if you like them!

divorce the first by Ink_Beneath_Her_Fingernails (3496,Not Rated) Warnings: Brief mentions of Molly's death, but it's not a focus. Pairings:

Common is the only language all of the Nein share, but it's not the first language of any of them.

Reccer says: There's such an aching sense of longing and grief and mourning in this fic that leaves you with the feeling of an old pain, almost too small to bother dealing with, not that you even could, but every day it sticks around like a rock in your shoe. It manages to slip under your defenses in a way fiction about things like death can't always do, while still touching on loss. There's also some really excellent development of worldbuilding and Wildemount here.

Proud by awaytobeunshaken (557,General) Warnings: None Pairings: Beauregard Lionett & Caleb Widogast

Beau isn't sure how to feel after her father's death. Caleb tries to comfort her anyway.

Reccer says: I liked it

a white and soundless place by BeatriceEagle (7064,Teen) Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Major Character Death Pairings: Una Ermendrud & Caleb Widogast

A portrait of grief, from either side of the thing.

Reccer says: Una and Leofric feel like people, rather than saints.

psychopomp by hydraxx (3357,General) Warnings: Pairings: Essek Thelyss/Caleb Widogast

Essek comes back to visit Blumenthal over the centuries after Caleb dies, while a long series of local innkeepers observe his mourning process.

Reccer says: It's a really sweet look at how Essek processes losing one of the people important to him, with background worldbuilding!

A Wisdom Without Face or Name by violettressed (17280,Teen) Warnings: major character death Pairings: Caduceus Clay & Jester Lavorre, Jester Lavorre & Essek Thelyss, Artagan & Jester Lavorre

Jester Lavorre spends a lifetime learning how to let go.

Reccer says: A great fic if you need a cry - there's little sparks of humor left by everyone being in character that make the entire thing even more heartfelt

Things to Do in Whitestone When Your Best Friend is Dead by untropicalisland (3038,General) Warnings: major character death Pairings: Ashton Greymoore & Laudna, Percival "Percy" Fredrickstein Von Musel Klossowski de Rolo III & Ashton Greymoore

Ashton tries to make sense of FCG's death while the party regroups in Whitestone following their return from Ruidus.

Reccer says: Ashton and FCG's relationship was so great, it's nice to see something that's got Ashton processing their death. And the Percy and Ashton's dynamic is pitch perfect and *chef's kiss*

Synonym for Tragedy by thetickingclock (1060,Teen) Warnings: None Pairings: Orym/Dorian Storm, Fearne Calloway & Orym & Dorian Storm, Dorian Storm & Cyrus Wyvernwind, Dorian Storm & Dariax Zaveon

Dorian and his brother. The music is different now.

Reccer says: Beautiful and haunting

like wildfire, it starts in my chest by ellis (ellabellachicketychella) (1523,Teen) Warnings: None Pairings: Dorian Storm & Cyrus Wyvernwind, Dorian Storm & Dariax Zaveon

If this is grief then the poems got it wrong-- or, i love how dorian's grief is rage so much. i wrote a little about it

Reccer says: A brilliant character study of Dorian after episode 93

To hold, to cut by thetickingclock (1665,Teen) Warnings: None Pairings:

A series of vignettes about the coping with grief through shared work

Reccer says: It felt true

This is one of our weekly communally-generated gen rec lists. Every week we announce a new theme and allow anyone to submit a fic recommendation. Please note that the summary and content notes are provided by the reccer, and may be different than what the author has provided. Please assume good intentions all around. <3

And hey, anyone includes you!

Next week, we'll be focusing on Fjord Stone! Know of something focusing on his backstory, or maybe his interior life during the campaign, that orphanage heist that happened after? You should rec it!

After that, we'll be changing things up a bit. Mentorship will be happening on the 15th, but after that, we're going to switch to a twice a month schedule - starting with Scanlan.

Any fics coming to mind? Well, then use this form to submit!

Oh! Also! Critter Gen Week is happening! We've been using the themes for our reclist - so if you're inspired by what you're reading, consider writing (or making art) for that week!

[kurapikaleorioluvr]

domestic kurapika fluff

I wrote this a few months back when I was feeling touchstarved 😭😭😭

I'm kind of a beginner writer, so I hope this is okay

You love singing along to whatever comes on your shuffled playlist, rendering the entire apartment complex victim to your not-so private, not-so mini concert as you supplement your vocals with improvised choreography. Sometimes, Kurapika comes home to bear witness to your heartfelt performances; they're met with you holding a spatula in your hand as you belt the lyrics and nearly burn dinner. You turn the spatula's head to face Kurapika, and he usually, very awkwardly, mouths the lyrics that he knows, and chuckles as you take the microphone back in proud approval as if he didn't just miss every line. "I'm sorry, I don't know that song," he says every time. Kurapika doesn't really keep up with "popular culture", and you think it's cute in a way, especially when he likes a specific song and learns the words immediately after. He has a smooth and sweet voice when he does know the words, and you always clap louder when they're enjoying themselves.

The music dies as you serve dinner, sit down, have a meal with him, and you fall into the same, usual rhythm. They tell you about his long day at work while you tell him about how you spent your day off. In between banter and rambling, he tells you everything's delicious even when you both know all of it is rather... unsightly. They'll never tell you it looks hideous. If you badger him for what he really thinks anyway, they won't focus too much on how weirdly you cut the vegetables, and instead, thank you for trying so hard to get better at cooking. They especially feel grateful and moved when you try to cook Kurtan cuisine. He always leaves the plates spotless and picks them up before you can bring them to the sink. You wash the dishes with them, sometimes humming. He might tell you to go back and rest, but he also enjoys spending as much time as possible with you so they won't argue that much when you insist. You tell him you like doing the dishes, but you secretly like having them close even more (they obviously know). He likes to listen to your voice, whether it's your humming or you talking about another random thing you learned. They sometimes throw in their own trivia, and you kind of stare at him in adoration the whole time when he starts to go on and on.

Even with the sound of rushing water gone, the concert is far from over. As soon as the food's settled in your stomachs, you start the music again, take their hands in yours and waltz, twirl, and even dip him, dancing haphazardly and stepping on their feet every now and then. He really doesn't mind, especially when you're smiling so brightly like that in between your "sorries", your little squeaks, and your "oopses."

"I love your voice," he says warmly, and you gush over it no matter how many times he tells you.

Seems like you have no reason to stop your mini concerts if he keeps looking at you with warmth in those beautiful, brown eyes that every now and then tinge scarlet even when your notes fall flat.

[isuckatwritingsobenice]

Aaa can we pls get some pining Milo x a shy reader? Maybe reader is a secret admirer and he figures it out (or Vice versa SHKSDBSJ)

A/N: I loved this idea so I wrote two versions, one where the reader is the admirer and one where Milo is the admirer, but I hope you enjoyed this!! Happy reading!!

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Milo as the admirer

Milo has always been drawn to you, ever since you first started working together. But he’s never been good at expressing his feelings, especially when he’s around someone he admires as much as you. So instead of telling you outright, he starts leaving small tokens of his affection—a favorite book, a handwritten note, or a carefully selected flower, always placed where he knows you’ll find it.

You notice the gifts almost immediately. They’re always thoughtful, perfectly suited to your tastes and interests, and it doesn’t take long before you start to suspect someone in the archives might be behind them. But no one ever comes forward, and you’re too shy to ask around.

One day, you find a note tucked into a book you were looking for. It’s written in neat, careful handwriting and simply says, “I thought you might like this. –A Friend.” The message is sweet, but it leaves you with more questions than answers.

Determined to figure out who’s been leaving these thoughtful gifts, you start paying closer attention to the people around you. It’s not long before you notice how Milo always seems to know exactly what you’re looking for, or how he lingers nearby whenever you find one of the gifts.

Finally, one day, you decide to confront him, though your heart is racing at the thought. You wait until the two of you are alone in the archives, the silence filled only by the sound of pages turning and the soft click of typewriter keys. Taking a deep breath, you approach him, trying to keep your voice steady.

“Milo,” you start, catching his attention. “I’ve been finding these… notes and things. Do you know anything about them?”

Milo’s reaction is immediate—his eyes widen, and a faint blush creeps up his cheeks. He stammers for a moment, clearly taken off guard. “I—I might know something about that,” he finally admits, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly.

You give him a curious look, encouraging him to continue. He sighs, realizing there’s no point in hiding it anymore. “It’s me,” he says softly, meeting your eyes with a mixture of hope and anxiety. “I didn’t know how else to tell you… how I feel.”

His confession leaves you speechless for a moment, but the sincerity in his voice and the way he looks at you with such earnestness makes your heart swell. You can hardly believe that Milo, who you’ve admired from afar, has been doing the same.

“I didn’t expect it to be you,” you admit, a smile tugging at your lips. “But I’m really glad it is.”

Milo’s eyes brighten at your response, and for the first time, he looks truly relieved. “Really?” he asks, almost disbelieving. When you nod, his smile widens, and he takes a step closer, a new confidence in his voice. “Maybe we could… spend more time together? Outside of work, I mean.”

With your heart still fluttering, you agree, and you can already tell that this is the beginning of something special between the two of you.

Reader as the admirer

You’ve admired Milo Thatch for as long as you can remember, captivated by his intellect, his passion for history, and the way his eyes light up when he talks about Atlantis. But your shyness has kept you from ever confessing your feelings. Instead, you’ve found a different way to express your love—through small, romantic notes that you secretly leave for him to find.

The first note you leave is simple yet heartfelt. “You have the most beautiful mind I’ve ever known,” it reads. You slip it into his journal one evening when the library is quiet and empty, your hands trembling with a mix of excitement and nerves. As you walk away, your heart races at the thought of him finding it, imagining the small smile that might cross his face when he reads your words.

Milo discovers the note the next morning, nestled between the pages of his journal. At first, he’s surprised—no one usually leaves him notes—but as he reads it, a warm smile spreads across his face. The note is kind, thoughtful, and incredibly personal. It makes him feel seen in a way he’s rarely experienced before. He can’t help but wonder who left it, his mind drifting to you as he tucks the note back into his journal, a small warmth blossoming in his chest.

As the days pass, you continue leaving notes for him, each one more affectionate than the last. “Your smile brightens my day,” reads one, which you tuck into the pages of his favorite book. “I could listen to you talk for hours,” says another, which you carefully place in his coat pocket. With each note, you pour more of your feelings into the words, hoping that they reach him, even if you can’t muster the courage to say them aloud.

Milo begins to look forward to finding these notes. They’ve become the highlight of his day, a secret connection that lifts his spirits even during the most challenging times. He reads each note over and over, memorizing your words and the way they make him feel. He’s never felt this way before—so cherished, so valued. The notes are from someone who sees him, who truly understands him. His thoughts often drift to you, the way you always seem to be nearby, offering a quiet smile or a kind word. Could it be you leaving these notes? The idea makes his heart race.

Then comes the note that changes everything. “Every time I see you, my heart skips a beat. You have no idea how much I love you.” The words are more vulnerable, more direct than anything you’ve written before. You leave it in his journal once more, the place where it all began, and you can hardly breathe as you walk away, wondering if you’ve finally gone too far, or if maybe, just maybe, he feels the same way.

Milo finds the note that evening, and as he reads the words, his heart pounds in his chest. There’s no mistaking the depth of the feelings in this note—it’s not just admiration, it’s love. And suddenly, everything clicks into place. He thinks about how you always seem to be there, how your eyes linger on him just a little longer than anyone else’s, how your smile always brightens when he catches you looking at him. It must be you. It has to be.

Determined to know for sure, Milo decides to wait. He stays late in the library that evening, pretending to be engrossed in his research but really watching the door, hoping to see you. When you finally arrive, your eyes darting nervously around the room, his heart skips a beat. He watches as you approach his desk, another note clutched tightly in your hand. You don’t notice him watching you; you’re too focused on slipping the note into his book, your hands trembling slightly as you do.

Before you can turn to leave, Milo steps forward, his voice soft yet filled with emotion. “It’s you, isn’t it?” he asks, holding the note you just placed in his hand.

You freeze, your breath catching in your throat. Slowly, you turn to face him, and when your eyes meet, you see the note in his hand, and the realization that he knows dawns on you. Your heart races, your cheeks flush with a mix of fear and hope.

“I… I’m sorry,” you stammer, your voice barely above a whisper. “I didn’t mean to—”

But before you can finish, Milo takes another step closer, his eyes never leaving yours. “Don’t apologize,” he says gently, his voice laced with a tenderness that makes your heart flutter. “These notes… they’ve meant more to me than I can say. I’ve been trying to figure out who’s been leaving them, and now that I know it’s you…”

He trails off, his gaze softening as he takes in the sight of you, standing there with your heart on your sleeve. “I’ve been falling for you,” he admits, his voice trembling slightly. “Every time I found one of these notes, it felt like a piece of my heart was being filled. And now that I know it’s you…”

Your heart skips a beat, and you can hardly believe what you’re hearing. “You… you feel the same way?” you ask, your voice filled with both hope and disbelief.

Milo’s response is a soft, shy smile, but there’s a new intensity in his eyes, something that wasn’t there before. “I do,” he says softly, taking another step closer until he’s standing right in front of you. “I’ve been hoping it was you, and now that I know… I don’t think I can imagine my life without you.”

His words leave you breathless, and before you can even think, your hand reaches out, brushing against his. Milo’s fingers curl around yours, warm and reassuring, and for a moment, you both stand there, caught in the magic of the moment.

Then, as if drawn by some invisible force, Milo leans in, his eyes searching yours for any sign of hesitation. When he finds none, he closes the distance between you, his lips brushing against yours in the softest, most tender kiss you’ve ever experienced. It’s hesitant at first, as if he’s savoring the moment, but then it deepens, and you feel all the unspoken words, all the hidden emotions, pour into that kiss.

Your arms find their way around his neck, pulling him closer as you lose yourself in the warmth and comfort of his embrace. Milo responds in kind, his arms wrapping around your waist, holding you as if he never wants to let go. The world around you seems to fade away, leaving just the two of you, locked in a moment of pure, unadulterated love.

When you finally pull away, both of you are breathless, your foreheads resting against each other as you take in what just happened. Milo’s eyes are filled with a mix of wonder and joy, and he gives you a soft, affectionate smile.

“I’m so glad it was you,” he whispers, his voice filled with sincerity. “You’ve made me feel more loved than I ever thought possible.”

Tears of happiness prick at your eyes, and you smile back at him, your heart overflowing with love. “I’ve loved you for so long,” you admit, your voice trembling with emotion. “I just never knew how to tell you.”

Milo gently tilts your chin up, his thumb brushing against your cheek. “You don’t have to say anything else,” he murmurs. “I know. And I feel the same way.”

With that, he leans in for another kiss, this one more confident, more sure, as if he’s finally found the missing piece of his heart. And as you kiss him back, you know that this is just the beginning of something beautiful—something you’ve both been waiting for, whether you realized it or not.

[l0serloki]

VAL-entines 2

Surprising your S/O on Valentines day!

(Chamber, Yoru, Jett, Sage)

part one + masterlist

A/N : I know it's late.. I've been slacking. I want to be able to do one each year though!

Chamber :

Surprising Chamber is hard. He likes to know what you’re doing and is very punctual. So if you go off the schedule he will be confused..

But when you do surprise him he’s so shocked. His smile is huge as he reaches out and pulls you in for a big kiss.

“How did you pull this off you little minx?”

He would’ve never expected a surprise gift but he’s eternally grateful. You make him feel so special and loved.

“Hey.” You whispered out as you approached Chamber. His body was bent over his desk as he studied his gun schematics. It was barely even seven and he had already been working for hours. Your hand worked at his tense muscles as he turned back to you. 

“For you. Happy Valentine’s Day, love.” You whispered out as you placed down some of his favorites. His eyes widened as he took in the gifts. Hands gripped at your shoulders as he leaned down to give you a kiss. 

“You are too sweet. I will be sure to make this day wonderful, amour.”

Yoru :

Yoru is bad at receiving gifts. He doesn’t know what to say and he hates the fact that his face gets red.

He will accept them of course but now he feels obligated to do something for you. He will act like it's a chore but he really wants to do it.

In return for your gifts and affection he will take you out on a motorcycle ride. It’ll be a secluded place where he can feel free to talk about his emotions, even if he is awkward.

“Happy Valentine's Day.” You whisper out as you placed a new jacket on the table. Yoru looked at the object before turning to you with red cheeks. His hands moved awkwardly over the fabric.

“Yeah. Happy Valentine’s.” He huffs out as he shrugs off his current jacket and puts the new one on. His hands slip into the pockets before looking back at you with a small grin.

“It looks good.” Your heart does a flip as he pulls you in for a quick hug. You had worried for so long that he would hate it. But his smug smile says all you need to know.

“Of course it does. I’ll take you out later and you can have my old one.”

Jett :

She LOVES Valentines Day. And if you’re spoiling her?! She's overjoyed.

I feel like she definitely has a collection of stuffed animals and would be so happy to receive one just from you. 

Definitely handsy and voices just how much she loves you all day. And takes lots of photos of the two of you.

“We are so good together! Look at how cute you are!”

“Babe Happy Valen- Oh my god. Is that a panda?!” Jett squealed as she noticed the new stuffed animal in your arms. You could only laugh as you passed it to her and landed a kiss to her cheek.

“It is. I thought you would like it.” She squeezed at the animal for a moment before jumping against you. Her lips met yours as she conveyed her excitement and appreciation. You felt your heart soar at just how happy the tiny gift had made her.

“You’re the best. Let's get a family photo!” Her hands gripped at the phone as she took a photo of the three of you. 

Sage : 

Sage gets so flustered if you surprise her. She is not expecting anything so if you do it means the world to her. 

She likes simple things and cards mean a lot to her. Writing is so much more personal and heartfelt. She keeps every little note and nicknack from you in a box.

 Soft kisses and hugs as she thanks you a million times over. She cannot believe just how lucky she got!

“Oh my.” Sage gasps as she walks back into your shared bedroom, seeing a little basket set up for her. You smile as you motion her over and she reaches out hesitantly.

“Happy Valentine's Day, my love.” You smile as you watch her eyes tear up and she laughs.

“My little gem this is too much! I love you and thank you so much.” She leans up to press a quick kiss against your lips. You only brush at her hair as she looks back down at her gifts. Her eyes scan over the card you wrote for her as she stays silent. 

“This has truly made me so happy. Happy Valentine’s Day.” She whispers out as she digs her face into your chest.

[bookscandlesnbts]

Jimins Sweet Letter

No, I’m not talking about Letter the song, but the sweet Letter that he wrote for Army, folded up in his pocket (side note: I miss being there) and posted to Weverse. This letter had me crying first thing in the morning once I read the translation because it was as sweet and heartfelt as I imagined it to be. In my opinion, Jimin made a couple things crystal clear in this letter: that he misses us deeply and that he’s very grateful to Jungkook for being with him and supporting him and that Jungkook is doing well. I did giggle and kick my feet a little that half this letter is about Jungkook. 😅 Jimin is just so amazing and inspiring. The other thing that I got from this letter is that Jimin really needs that support from JK. And before you come for me, I absolutely believe Jungkook is receiving equal support from Jimin as well. That’s what you are me, I am you means after all. While Jimin obviously excelled in basic training earning special recognition, I just get the sense that he really misses his old life and never wanted to go. Of course he’s incredibly capable physically hence the award and we know how strong of a person he is to ensure all the hardship he’s had in his career, but he’s still in completely foreign territory. Jimin’s dad posted a couple photos to his cafe’s instagram. He got Jimin flowers a longstanding tradition which I find so sweet. I couldn’t help but notice though that Jimin wasn’t wearing his signature eye smile. Not going to lie…. That broke me. Not seeing the full warmth of his true smile broke my heart. I’m so glad that he will be with Jungkook for the rest of the time and I wish for nothing but the best for them. And all of the other members serving as well too. But Jimin is my “favorite child” and so is Jungkook. I can’t help but stress and miss them the most. 아포방포.

[i-myeoni-blogs]

The tap-tap-tap of keys takes the stage,

But oh, the joy of a letter rare.

In this new era of text messages and GIFs, it seems like fewer people take the time to craft a few heartfelt words for their loved ones; they just type away. And there's nothing wrong with that, of course. But there's something truly special about receiving a handwritten letter or note. It makes you feel valued, like you truly matter to that person.

Last August, I experienced this firsthand when I received a touching letter and note from my friends. It was filled with such care and love.

Around that time, I was taking basic Korean classes online. That's when I met Oh Suzy from Korea. We instantly hit it off—she's such a sweet person. We discovered we had a lot in common, which really strengthened our bond. One day, Suzy introduced me to her friend Mark. He's a nice guy, although we could only communicate through Suzy since he doesn't speak English.

Sometime later, Suzy mentioned wanting to send me a gift, and despite my protests, she insisted. Then, in August, a parcel arrived containing adorable little treasures—a plushie keychain named 'Sally' (coincidentally, Suzy calls me Sally too), a diary planner, and a cute hair clip. But the most treasured items were the handwritten notes—one from Suzy and another from Mark.

I was overjoyed to receive these letters, especially since Mark wrote his in Korean, thanks to Google Translate I could understand each heartfelt word. It was such a beautiful gesture, receiving my first-ever handwritten letters, and getting two at once made it even more special. I feel incredibly grateful to have such wonderful friends in my life.

[sweetdreamsjeff]

I found this song on iTunes back in 2015. This song is by the artist Aloric.

The artist had mentioned he wrote this song in honor of Jeff's Grace album and his well...read the story below.

He dedicated it to Jeff and then shortly there after Aloric deleted the song from their playlist. It is one of my favorite and glad I d/l a copy. I hope you also enjoy it. (the song got taken down in Soundcloud. I will make all attempts to upload it in another platform tbc)

First Signs of Love No. 177 Aloric – Grace

24 November, 2015

Earlier in the year we featured the track ‘Who?’ by London’s Aloric, an appropriately titled first single from the mysterious artist.  The songwriter has just released his second offering, ‘Grace’.

At first listen this seems to be a song perhaps a little too heavy on the Jeff Buckley influence.  The epic track, coming in at over seven minutes, is certainly vocally and musically reminiscent of Buckley’s signature sound.  Yet delve a little deeper, and a far more interesting story emerges. 

‘Grace’ was written as a tribute to Buckley, and told rather uniquely from the perspective of the singer when he was 8 years old.  It was at this age that the young Jeff was taken to meet is estranged father, Tim Buckley, for the first and only time.  This is a story of absence and rejection; father Tim never really making the effort to connect with the young Jeff.  The chorus is particularly heartfelt;

“Go on and walk out,

As you’re forever gone,

I was your Grace, but you never were.”

The song reaches a wonderful crescendo in the outro, and recalls the moment when Jeff rose above his own name, finding his voice and identity rather ironically at a tribute concert for his late father, a connection that was really only ever in name.  Despite his tragically short career, it is certainly the younger Buckley that will be remembered by most.

“Alight, dear blues; here’s truce, with you.

Tonight, in lieu of you, I’ll bloom.

I’ll bloom”

Featuring sweet falsetto vocals, and a wonderful clean guitar tone, ‘Grace’ is a truly beautiful song.  The track has sparse and almost abrasive drumming throughout, providing contrast to the soaring violins and vocals.  At around five minutes in, the song really shifts gear, quickly building with drums, guitar and some truly stratospheric vocal notes.

This is a track that is strong as a standalone; however the true beauty lies in knowing the story behind the song, giving the listener a better understanding of the inherent sadness of the story. 

‘Grace’ is obviously inspired by the album to which it shares a title, yet there are elements of the light/dark contrasts of Sigur Ros, and perhaps even later Radiohead.  However this is clearly a song that is supposed to sound like Jeff Buckley, but as a tribute rather than an imitation. It is almost like a story that the dearly missed singer never managed to tell, which has now been told for him.

Visit the Aloric Bandcamp page to get the track for free, and follow on Facebook or Twitter.

Lyrics – Aloric ‘Grace’

Nicholas Cheek

[typewriter83]

FtW anon here again. One of these days I might reveal myself and drop a message 🤣 For now, however, I'll keep myself safe in my blanket of anonymity. Rest assured, you're not missing out, since my blog is about my other interests and has nothing in relation to JoelxEllie (and never will be since I don't love the romantic pairing enough to post about it haha, just a guilty pleasure where I enjoy the high-quality fics and find it an interesting concept). You're right, we do mesh as readers, considering the fact that I've already read both of the fics you recommended by CatrionaMac and CallMeShephard, and I loved them dearly— especially CallMeShephard's writing, which is the definition of soft, sweet Joellie and has a very natural progression. ❤️ Have you read 100 Steps?

And no, I don't write— which you probably figured out when I mentioned that I don't involve myself in the Joellie fanbase much and prefer to be a silent, lurking reader.

Also, the attraction to Tommy in FtW did throw me for a loop too— but I did spot it much earlier in the fic! It was kinda mentioned several times, as early as FtW2, but there were several segments in A Blanket Of Snow which made it really, really clear that Ellie has a thing for Tommy. ABOS was a major mindfuck though so I wouldn't be surprised if you didn't notice because you didn't read it thoroughly; it's a difficult piece to get through and I haven't read it all, just bits here and there out of curiosity.

I actually did know that Daniels wrote it for his now wife— must have slipped my mind since I kept saying in my other ask that it was his own interest and such 🤣 I, too, am a reader that lurks a lot and likes to read comments and author's notes. It is cute that he wrote such a detailed saga of stories for Michelle. Boy, he must love her a whole lot!

I never considered the ghost writer theory before, but it is super valid! There is a significant tonal shift in some areas which indicates that perhaps there was someone else involved in the writing process, most likely his wife as you said. That's a super interesting theory for sure— but I'm not too sure how likely it is. I'm curious as to what exactly stood out in A Home At The End Of the Road and made you think there was a ghost writer? If you could pinpoint any key moments, perhaps?

Yess, I have the same view of Joel and Ellie and the romance of it all! D&C was exactly what I had in mind when I was talking about your writing being softer in regards to their dynamic. I love them in that story, especially since Ellie is older in your stories. I'm a romantic at heart too, so I suppose that's why sometimes the sexual themes in FtW didn't sit right with me. Not because of the fact that it was sexual in itself (which did throw me a little since she was still 14, but that's a separate discussion), but because it wasn't as heartfelt as other Joellie stories that had those themes, and was moreso Joel agonising over how badly he wanted to bang her— I prefer a healthier dose of lovey dovey saccharine to accompany any explicit content, thanks! 🤣 I'm jesting all in good fun, of course, and not criticising Daniels. I find it kind of hilarious actually how versatile us fans are. Our yums come in all different shapes, sizes and flavours!

Good luck with the Boston QZ story! LOL, writing Joel being a meanie to Ellie must be hard since we just want him to get to the soft and sweet part already.

- Miss Undercover

Miss Undercover, I would never ask you to give up your anonymity. I mean, I hide behind a moniker, too. However, should you ever want to chat - that stays between you and me. I had someone tell me they created a new handle just so they could protect their name but have a conversation - whatever works, Mama will protect her cubs

Listen, we could write entire dissertations on the Joellie fandom. There are less than 500 stories in the tag on ao3, and yet there’s a wide variety of subject matter ranging from fluffy to depraved. And that’s good, that’s what fandom is about. But yes, I tend to stick to the softer, sweet side - unless it’s Pluums and she wants to write some 🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️ at a theme park, then that’s a bedtime story 🫣🫣

I have read “100 Steps” and I hope Shepard is doing well. He was writing pretty consistently in 2023, but has since stepped back. I would love to see how their story plays out, it’s an interesting concept and I’m here for the slow burn.

“Home at the End of the Road” (let’s call it Home from now on haha) is told in 4 parts: yesterday, today, tonight, and tomorrow. While it does remain consistent with Daniels’ attention to detail, there are a slew of characters introduced, almost leading me to believe there was more planned. Maybe I felt the shift because of Ellie’s attitude toward Joel, which tracks with her suspicions after SLC. The shift to Jackson felt like a whole different story, like it wasn’t part of the universe - but maybe that was the idea? Seeing as they’ll finally settled down? I’m not sure.

The smut - the lemon as he refers to it - was a shift too. Yes, I did catch Ellie’s mentions of Tommy in previous stories - ABOS was disturbing but very well written - haunting in that you were seeing the story through Ellie’s damaged psyche. Something shifted in the last story - and now you’re gonna make me sit down and read it again, because now I need examples, sheesh. I’m supposed to be the teacher here 😉 cubs putting me to work.

Daniels’ take on their inner monologues was definitely a different take than I would have. I’ve dipped my toes in writing a younger version of Ellie with Learning to Walk, and their inner monologues aren’t quite as depraved - but that’s also my take. For me, I don’t let Joel’s inner voice ever say what he wants, even to himself, because if he does, then it makes it real. Instead, he drives Ellie crazy with his grunting and groaning while doing pushups 🤭

I like writing Ellie as a little older in my AUs (24 in D&C and 25 in Am I the One) because it levels the power dynamics a little - he’s a lot older than her, but Ellie has some life experience before she meets him. Ellie already had a career and a life before she explores a life with Joel. In the canon divergent universes, Ellie is dependent on Joel - they’re co-dependent if we’re being honest - and it’s an entirely different power dynamic. Joel held a lot of power over Ellie in FtW, and she was so young through most of the story - I think the final chapter reflects a lot of that tonal shift too, but it’s also supposed to be 10 years later, so maybe he was just writing differently to reflect that. We’ll never know.

We can do a whole other dissertation on meanie Boston QZ smuggler Joel. This AU I’m someday gonna actually write - he tries so hard to be menacing to this girl (she’s 20 and fresh out of training FEDRA officer), but as always, she worms her way into his heart. 🤭

Thanks for coming back! My asks are always open for discussions!

🫶🏻

[deke-rivers-1957]

F - I'm on the asexual spectrum so this is hard for me to really answer.

If I had to choose I'd pick Deke.

For one he's my age and I just think with his personality he wouldn't be all that experienced. I think he'd be very gentle and we'd be able to get along. He comes off as the type of guy you fall in love with in high school and you either end up marrying him or you just drift away because of life. I don't see him as the type of person that could really break your heart.

If I'm getting a movie era Deke I think he'd be great if it's your first time.

Alternative - I have a fondness of blond/light brown haired himbo like characters. I wish they had this be Jodie's wig the whole film.

At first I had concerns about how he pursued Midge but when he sang to her it's like "ok I'm sold he really means it". His behavior I think is mostly caused by being around the Kittyhawks. Like we're used to the stereotypical "love song" in an Elvis film, but Jodie singing to Midge is a break away from that. It's played like a ballad and it feels real. It strikes a big contrast to Josh singing about how he loves Azalea. It doesn't feel as heartfelt.

Like if we had a one night stand I feel like it would evolve into more than just a physical connection. Jodie might actually catch feels.

M - No thesis for this one Toby's my first choice.

Actually no I need to. He comes off as being on the asexual spectrum too so I think we'd be able to get along. Like we wouldn't feel pressured into having a specific type of relationship. I think that might be why Toby had his hesitations. To him women flirting shows that they're more interested in the end result than actually getting to know him.

For someone like that me that won't be a problem. I can't jump into a relationship or flirt with someone right off the bat. Toby wouldn't feel like I'm pressuring him into something he's not interested in. When he says he's not the marrying kind I think it's really more a matter of him acknowledging that he just isn't like most people. I can see us having a long term relationship because we're similar.

Alternative - Walter Gulick outright told Rose's brother "we decided to get married". That's all.

Marriage is supposed to be a mutual decision. The fact that Walter emphasizes this point to Willy says a lot about his character. He actually cares about Rose's opinion. Also unlike most Elvis films, Walter's affections don't really stray away from Rose.

There's also the scene where they walk up to the chapel. This isn't a rushed process. They take their time and really enjoy being in each other's company. It's just so sweet and to me is a good example of what a marriage should be. 2 equals who enjoy each other's company and just want to be together.

K - I don't really want to kill anyone but I don't like a lot of Elvis characters because of how one note they are. Johnny Tyrone to me is the worst example.

He just feels so flat and boring to me. I also don't know how he suddenly developed feelings for the Princess. I'm more than open to hearing your take on their relationship as I could've missed something. I just don't see how his feelings for her were somehow any different than any of the other women.

Alternative - This is admittedly biased but Joe from Stay Away Joe is just too unlikeable for me.

Given how they wrote this film to be almost as stereotypical as possible and how even back then some were collar pulling because of it, I just don't want to get involved with him.

Tagging: @lynettethemadscientist, @ash-omalley, @skinnypantsmcgee, etc. I wanna hear your takes.

Marry, Fuck, Kill Elvis Film Characters

Hey, you!

Workday doldrums got you down? Feel like your job is sucking your very soul from you and everyone is off having summer fun while you toil away doing utter work bullshit? You want to leave, but your shoes feel water logged and your head feels like it's full of concrete? Well, this game is for you to cheer you up. Who would you marry fuck and kill from E's fictional film characters?

I am totally stealing this, I saw this game on my feed a few weeks ago and stupid work was dragging me down like it is this week.... I forgot who was playing it but in typical Norah fashion I'll just pretend it was my idea.

Tagging a few people to get us started but anyone can and should play!

@whositmcwhatsit @missmaywemeetagain @be-my-ally @vintageshanny @ellie-24 @from-memphis-with-love@powerofelvis @generoustreemystic @loving-elvis @doll-elvis @richardslady121 @dkayfixates @moonchild-daniella @everythingelvispresley @kingdomforapony @freudianslumber @c-rosenn @deke-rivers-1957 @avengen @prompted-wordsmith and @arianatheangel-girl because I know she loves talking E characters as much as I do!

[nihongoseito]

a cute coming-out scene from 佐々木と宮野 vol. 7!

note: if this photo is too hard to read, i wrote a transcription (with added punctuation for clarity) and translation below! also, light spoilers for 佐々木と宮野 by 春園ショウ ahead.

i watched the anime of 佐々木と宮野 some months ago and thought it was so sweet, so i started reading some of the manga too! this spread is from volume 7, the second-to-last one (so far), where sasaki and miyano have already decided to go out. i had never read or seen a coming-out scene in japanese before, and it’s not that explicitly about “coming out,” but i thought it was handled really well and really cute besides so i decided to share it with you guys!

the context for this scene is that miyano has invited sasaki over to make chocolates for valentine’s day, which in japan traditionally involves girls giving candy to boys: 「伝統的に『女性が男性にチョコレートを贈る日』」. (this is generally reciprocated later on ホワイトデー, if you’re interested in more about the tradition.) since it’s slightly unusual that miyano would want to give someone, especially another boy, chocolate on valentine’s day, he feels the need to explain to his mom about it. she even says afterward, 「最近は男の子からあげたりもするものね」, showing that the tradition has become broader in recent years.

i love this scene so much mostly because of miyano’s mom, who immediately understands that this is a really big deal for her son, so she tries to keep it as chill as possible. when she says, 「ママもパパのこと好き」, as if what she and miyano experience are exactly the same, i thought that was a really lovely way to show her trying to relate to her son (and succeeding imo!). i found this line really touching in how heartfelt yet simple it was.

there’s also the little detail at the end about how she starts crying, which i think we can interpret in a couple ways. the more pessimistic answer is maybe that she didn’t expect to have a queer child so she’s shocked, but i don’t think that really tracks with the rest of the conversation. to me, it more feels like she’s surprised that she herself became so overwhelmed (「えっ、なにー」). i wonder if maybe she feels very happy and emotional that miyano trusted her enough to tell her these things, and ofc that her son is growing up and doing teenager stuff. i like that we get these little glimpses into other people’s experiences as miyano and sasaki navigate their relationship!

anyway, here’s the transcription and translation. let me know if you have any thoughts/questions, and otherwise また今度ね！！ :D

PAGE 44: あっさり。 / quickly.

PANEL 1

ママ：いいけど、学校の子？ mom: that’s fine, is it someone from school?

宮野：うん。先輩... miyano: yeah, my senpai...

ママ：男の子同士で準備するのねー。最近は男の子からあげたりもするものね。 mom: oh, so you want to prepare the chocolate with another boy. recently it seems like boys are giving and getting chocolate too.

PANEL 2

ママ：いいなー。今度ママにも作って。 mom: that’s wonderful. next time you’ll have to make some for me too.

宮野：あ miyano: um

PANEL 3

宮野：あげたい人、男の子なんだ。 miyano: the person i want to give them to is a boy.

PANEL 4

ママ：そうなの。今度ママにも紹介してね。 mom: is that right? you’ll have to introduce me to him, ok?

宮野：あ、うん。 miyano: um, ok.

PAGE 45: 小さい告白。 / a small confession.

PANEL 1

宮野：...あのさ。その先輩と一緒にいるの楽しくて、これからも一緒にいたいって思って... す...好きで。 miyano: ...um. this senpai, it’s fun to be with him, and i feel like i want to keep being with him...i...i like him.

PANEL 2

ママ：うん、いいね、好きなの。ママもパパのこと好き。 mom: oh, that’s nice that you like him. like how i like dad too.

PANEL 3

ママ：もしかして、一緒に作る人？ mom: is this by any chance the person you’re making the chocolate with?

宮野：うん。ママ夕方までいないし。 miyano: yeah. since you won’t be home until late.

ママ：夕飯食べていってもらったら？ mom: what if he came over for dinner?

宮野：えっ⁉︎ miyano: huh??

ママ：好き嫌いとかは？ mom: do you know what food he likes?

宮野：聞いてみる... miyano: i’ll ask and see...

PANEL 4

宮野：.......母さんが親でよかった。 miyano: ......i’m so glad i have mom for a parent.

ママ（見えない）：えっ、なにー。ママ泣いちゃう。 mom (offscreen): oh, what? i just started crying.

見えない人（パパか姉か）：泣かないでよ。 someone offscreen (dad or sister): don’t cry.

[sumerun]

analysis of diluc’s finale quest, so massive spoilers warning

LOREEEEEEEEE BABYYYYY

Diluc & Kaeya’s relationship (+with other characters)

warning I do talk a TINY bit abt my personal matters here but it’s only there to help analyze these two a bit

Honestly, I just feel super bad for these two. Without saying too much, I really hope they make amends in the future because I can relate. It sucks to have a sibling where you still care for each other but things are not really ever the same? It’s a difficult feeling to describe without spilling out my own stuff but I can empathize—it’s a very difficult to fix a relationship that’s attached to so much trauma and pain. I don’t doubt that MHY will continue to develop and perhaps even reach a conclusion to this strained relationship. But right now, I have high hopes they will make up! They care for each other so much and knowing Kaeya’s persistence, it will happen. :)

I adore that Kaeya still holds the seashells from when they were young. It was kinda hinted in last year’s GAA but this is very sweet to see it confirmed.

(Varka)

I see Varka as a brotherly/fatherly-figure to Diluc. He seems like such an awesome guy after reading the letter lmao. Jean’s letter talked about how Varka was really the only one that’s able to sit Diluc down and have a heart to heart with him. This suggests that Diluc has a high level of respect for Varka. It seems Varka really cares for his people, even if they are no longer affiliated with him. I haven’t heard a single character talk crap about him, they all agree that he’s amicable and a good person all-around.

So mayhaps I am on the Varka hype train SHSJSH

(Alice, Klee)

The fact that Alice wrote such a heartfelt letter to Diluc to assist him while he’s healing from his father’s death almost made me cry. Anyone that cares for Klee, Alice immediately takes them in like they are her own children. She’s a (lovingly) menace to society but she also’s an extremely caring person. She’s such a wild card and I love it so much 😭😭😭

like HELLO????

(Also this letter just tells me that diluc’s love language is either acts of service or gift giving. Maybe a bit of both!)

Alice

Okay this is sus to me bc this makes me wonder: has Alice always been with us this whole time? Is she so strong that she’s able to teleport or be in multiple locations at once?? It’s also possible that she’s been with us multiple times in cutscene but just disguised as objects/npcs/animals. She’s clearly very powerful but to what extent, we don’t know.

Alberich clan, King Irmin

The BUTTER of this whole lore bomb. The note confirmed that Kaeya has no noble blood in him BUT his clan rose up to power once King Irmin was no longer fit to rule for whatever reason. So the theory that Kaeya is an Khaenri’ahn PRINCE suddenly just shot through the roof. While he’s not related by blood (for now), he now inherits the throne bc he’s the only living member of his clan and his clan were the last “royalty” that ruled Khaenri’ah. And Mona’s voiceline about him just backs this up even more, or at least the fact that Kaeya has a VERY big destiny ahead of him.

There’s still a lot we have to learn, but I do not doubt that in the distance future, Kaeya will have a very large quest attached to him. MHY is FINALLY unraveling Kaeya’s lore and it is so incredibly exciting. I love love Kaeya so much and to finally see him out of lore prison makes me VERY happy. They’re setting up something very big with him and I hope they follow through with it.

Slight tangents but someone said that the carvings dropped by the shadowy husk knights were carvings of King Irmin as he only has one eye. Which makes me veeeeery interested in the descriptions now…

Dear friend… courage to carry on… huh Kaeya…..

AND BC OF THIS I HAVE A CRACK THEORY that Kaeya is the bastard child of Irmin. But again no evidence at all from me LMAO

Anyways I still dislike that MHY drop this gigantic ass lore drop during a LIMITED EVENT????? I honestly don’t know how they’ll explain that to future new players.

[whatifyoulivelikethat]

love letter, m | jjk

pairing(s): jungkook x reader

summary: Jeon Jungkook gets love letters shoved in his mailbox and under his apartment door all the damn time. You, too, get love letters shoved in your mailbox and under your door. All the time. It could be a sweet gesture, but this is the twenty-first century. Love letters aren't all they're cracked up to be. 

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; short graphic descriptions of sex acts; smut (fem reader, a very intense make-out session including some wild tongue and too much saliva, nipple play, a bit of m-receiving oral, cowgirl, handjob); non-idol!BTS – technically university, blond, softsub!Jungkook x working, softdom!reader; slightly desperate and needy JK

yes, yes, it’s MTV Unplugged ‘Telepathy’JK

--

"I'm so tired of people thinking they have a chance with me."

Was the exasperated declaration as you backed up into your apartment, only to turn around and witness Jeon Jungkook dumping a waterfall of colorful envelopes from his giant black backpack onto your hardwood floor. 

"At least remove your shoes before you start flaunting how hot you are," you replied dryly.

Jungkook rolled his eyes as he kicked off his large white sneakers. "Look at this shit! It's relentless! It's annoying! I just want to live my life!"

You vaguely recalled Jungkook being excited about his first love letter upon reaching university, and then the second, the third... and now you were staring at pile number five hundred on your doormat. "I don't know, put a sign on your door? 'Please stop, the answer is no?'"

Jungkook winced. "I can't do that. How many hearts am I going to break?"

"Uh, I dunno, you already broke half the campus by existing in general."

He bonked you on the head lightly with his denim jacket sleeve. "I have not. I've only slept with a couple people and that was supposed to be no strings attached."

You shrugged. "People can't understand that. Especially women."

He puffed his cheeks and stepped over the pile. You noticed the small stickers and nice handwriting on the colorful pastel paper. You almost felt bad, seeing all the effort put into them.

"At least they're cute. I only get torn notebook pages with scribbles."

"Stop lying. You get girls' letters too," Jungkook grumbled. "Can I borrow your computer? One of my professors assigned an online quiz and the internet at my place is down, again."

"You gotta move," you commented, kneeling down to collect the mess Jungkook made. You noticed Jungkook flit his eyes about before throwing up his hands and bending down to help you. 

"I'm trying to get out of the lease, but I have a couple more months left," he complained childishly.

"What about your other friends? Can't you go bother them?"

Jungkook frowned, sticking out his lower lip. The tiny mole underneath winked at you. "You hate me now or something?"

You laughed, standing up with a stacked pile of confessions to Jeon Jungkook. "No, I'm just curious as to why you always come here."

He shoved the rest in your arms, his pile slightly messier than yours. "You live the closest and you're usually home. Plus, you have two computers."

"A laptop and a desktop," you corrected. "Don't you have a laptop?"

"It's easier to borrow yours."

"Lazy."

Jungkook ignored your remark and ticked his silvery-blond head further into the apartment. "Can I borrow it or not?"

You laughed. "Of course. Laptop's on the bed."

He turned and followed the hallway to your bedroom. "Same password?" he yelled, not looking back.

"Obviously."

"Why is it my birth date?" he shouted.

"Because, one, no one will guess it, and, two, you're a dumbass and always forget it."

"I do not!"

"How many times did you ask when the password was Klingon?"

"I don't know your nerdy shit!"

"Do your fucking assignment," you belted down the hall. 

Jungkook stuck his head out of your bedroom door and scrunched his nose to make a hideous face at you, holding your gunmetal-colored laptop. You rolled your eyes as he disappeared again. This crackhead. You let out a sigh, walking past the acrylic painting of a blue sky with pink-purple clouds hanging in your living room, flicking through at all the letters addressed to Jungkook.

Surprisingly, you knew what he felt like. With you, it started with inviting one guy over to your place, sucking his dick, and then suddenly a letter appeared. Well, letter was putting it nicely. Dirty napkin with words scrawled with smeared ballpoint pen shoved under your door, explicitly asking for more. Then another, wanting it. Then another, begging for it. You ignored them. At some point, you invited a girl over, ate her out, and then the colorful envelopes started appearing, with cute stickers and neat handwriting.

Mmmhmm.

Why did Jungkook bring them here anyway? To brag? For you to peruse? You spread them out them on your coffee table and tore one open. Read it. Simple confession of love, no name. You were kind of jealous. Jungkook always got nicer ones than you did. Something about being a sexually uninhibited woman seemed to translate to others that you were down to fuck anyone, anytime, anything. You tossed the letter aside, ripped open a folded card closed with lilac tape. Another, 'I love you, please go out with me', no name. Toss. And you opened another one, reading out loud. 

"I want to cram all one hundred and seventy-nine centimeters of you into me?”

Uh.

Huh.

Still no name.

Cute peach stationery though. 

Was it a euphemism? Symbolic? Thinly veiled code? Hm. In any case, this was more along the lines of shamelessness you encountered yourself. 

By all conventions, Jeon Jungkook was attractive as fuck. Pretty pink lips, big brown eyes, manly sharp jawline. He kept his hair on the longer side, around ear length, now silvery-blond compared to the usual black. You heard he dyed it a couple times, but now it had since faded to the original blond.

Oh, yeah, also he had nice hands and a body to die for. 

You could see why Jungkook got all these love letters. You? Well, similar reasons, except less muscles. Also, yours weren't really love letters. More like vulgar remarks on the backs of grubby receipts. 

Probably just as heartfelt.

The only reason you knew of Jungkook was because you were friends with one of his close friends. Alright, maybe you sucked his friend's dick. More than once. But anyway, not the point. The point was that the topic of love letters came up one night when everyone was hanging out and you voiced your predicament. It was the summer before Jungkook entered university. He had burst out laughing, thinking it was a hilarious situation.

"Haha, that would never happen to me!"

Jokes on you, Jungkook, karma's a bitch. 

You thought about moving, but the location was close to your work and the internet service was great here. At least you always recycled the paper. What were you supposed to do? Keep an album of Starbucks napkins of people asking if your tongue was good or not?

You opened another envelope addressed to 'sweet, adorable Jungkookie'.

Their words, not yours. 

"Shove your dick down my throat and make me gag? Smiley face?"

Well, that's a contrast. 

Jungkook didn't start contacting you on his own until the letters started coming and then they didn’t stop coming, flooding his mailbox and underneath his door, overwhelming and confusing him. He didn't think he would get much attention, although perhaps it might be your fault, since you seemed to have set the precedence for this type of thing at this particular university. There was at least one person in every year that got this treatment, and it all started with one dirty napkin with smeared ink. Rumor caught on and then bam! It became a thing. 

So, yeah. 

Maybe kind of your fault.

You shouldn't have told so many people about that napkin. 

You fished out a pizza receipt from the pile, inspecting it. You couldn't find anything out of the ordinary. Then you noticed it had Jungkook's phone number and an order of three pizzas. Not a confession, just trash from Jungkook's backpack. Did he really eat three pizzas? Hopefully not by himself and in one sitting. You noticed the timestamp. Mmm, three in the morning. Okay. Maybe he did eat three pizzas by himself in one sitting. 

You filed through the rest, removing trash from the recyclable paper. Paused when you found a scrap of paper that said, "Put your dick in my ass." You recognized this curvy, narrow handwriting, slightly heavy-handed. Same person wrote you the same note this week. 

This was why you didn't take the messages too seriously.

You saw a particularly thick purple envelope and picked it up, tearing it open. It was several pages, with tiny, crammed handwriting on paper with cute bunnies on it. Several pages detailing straight up porn with Jungkook as the leading role. 

You almost burst out laughing. 

Who the fuck would write this?

And send it to him?

Not you, that's for fucking sure. 

Still, it wasn't the worst thing you've ever read. Had some spelling mistakes and poor grammar. Instant turn-off. Needed a good proofread. You settled onto your brown leather couch, highly entertained as you read it. Then you actually burst out laughing, because said person wanted Jungkook to lift them and fuck them at the same time and that kinda shit just wasn't possible. You would know, because you’ve tried. It sounded good, but in practice, the dick ended up falling out pretty quickly if the pussy was any sort of wet.

If you weren’t wet, then, eh, not sure why you're fucking. 

"What is so fucking funny?" Jungkook grumbled, poking his head around the corner, still holding your laptop. 

You held up the sheets of bunny-printed paper, still laughing. "Someone sent you their written erotica and you're the star!"

Jungkook grimaced. "Oh yeah, that person. They write something new every week. It's weird." He frowned. "I try to take it out so you don't have to read that shit. I must have missed it."

"It's hilarious," you chuckled. "You should publish them into a book."

"You know I can't do that," Jungkook sighed, putting your laptop on the coffee table and snatching the pages from you. "I throw them away like everything else."

"Did you finish your assignment?" you chortled, leaning over to look at the laptop screen. Submission successful. "80%?! When you could easily cheat?"

"I read a question wrong," Jungkook whined, balling up the paper and throwing it down. "Ack."

You looked up at him and he was looking upset at the pile on the table. 

"What's wrong?"

"What if one of them is real?" 

"Huh?"

"I mean... I just throw them away now. But what if one of them is real?" Jungkook wondered out loud. 

You shrugged. "Does it matter? They'll tell you in person if it's that important."

Jungkook tilted his head at you doubtfully. "Will they?"

You sat back into your couch, with your legs wide open. You were wearing sleek black leggings and a cropped pink sweatshirt. Not the most ladylike pose, but you didn't really care. You gestured to the stack of letters on your wooden coffee table. 

"They should. If they actually like you and it's not a joke, then they should tell you in person and accept that they might be rejected."

Jungkook frowned and slumped down next to you. His light-wash denim jacket made a loud floof as his ass hit the brown leather cushions. The wash of his jeans matched his jacket. He wore a white graphic t-shirt under. It looked vintage, but it probably wasn’t. 

"What if they're nervous?" he questioned, twisting his pink lips around.

"So what? Everyone's nervous. We all live in a perpetual state of terror."

Jungkook rolled his eyes. 

You leaned forward and plucked a sky-blue memo note from the table, reading it out loud. "I love you. Marry me." You held it out to him. "See? You get nice ones. I get, ‘choke me like you hate me’ and 'shove your tongue into my asshole, please'. Rarely do I get is that please at the end," you finished with a dry laugh. You looked up to see Jungkook staring back at you. Your laugh died a little seeing his serious expression. 

"Yes."

You blinked at him. "What?"

Jungkook ticked his chin to the note, then shifted his eyes to you.

You pointed to the memo sheet and raised an eyebrow. "I didn't write this."

"I did."

He was so serious that you couldn't laugh. You just blinked at him rapidly and turned your head to look at the sky-blue memo sheet, finally recognizing the clean, block-like handwriting and spotting the bottom right corner. English letters. A J and a K fused together, the way Jungkook usually signed his paintings.

You dropped the note like it was on fire.

Jerked your head up, not to him, but to the painting across from you in the living room, the one with the blue sky and pink-purple clouds, with a tiny JK signature in black at the bottom right corner. The painting you asked Jungkook to make you a while back. 

"You paint, right? I want something calm for my living room. I bought a canvas, so about this size. It's that cool?"

Jungkook had squinted his eyes, nodding. "Yeah, I could draw a pretty big dick on it."

"This is for my living room, dumbass. And I said I wanted something calm."

"A flaccid dick then."

You turned your head back to Jungkook of now, who was wringing his hands on his thighs, wiping off his palms. He noticed you watching him and puffed one cheek before letting out a big sigh. 

"I was... gonna leave it on your laptop," Jungkook mumbled, flapping a hand to the sky-blue note. "But I couldn't find it in my backpack, and then I realized one of the pockets was open, the one where I keep receipts... anyway I had put the note there, so I came out to see if it was in the pile... yup, there it is."

He sucked in his cheek and fell back against the leather sofa.

"Was a joke."

Jungkook's voice sounded hollow. Empty. 

"... Ah." You tucked the tip of your tongue in your cheek.

"Not the greatest joke," he added flatly.

“No, it’s not,” you agreed. "Jokes that are insincere are bad jokes."

The black words glared back up at you, contrasting the pale azure paper. You picked up the memo sheet again. Turned to face him, holding it up next to Jungkook's head of silvery-blond hair. He pursed his lips and looked away from you, jaw clenched in nervousness. 

"Just say it."

He puffed one cheek again. "It was a joke."

"Then why are you saying it in past tense?"

His brown orbs shifted from side to side before Jungkook tried to bolt out of his seat, only for you to slam a hand down on his shoulder and throw a leg over him, straddling his lap before pinning the note to his chest. He yelped sharply and looked up at you with huge, shaking irises. 

In all your time knowing him, you never tried to sleep with Jungkook.

Never. 

You jabbed the note into his white shirt and he gave you a terrified squeak in response. 

You scrutinized his face, jaw slack, eyes wide, blond curls framing his chiseled cheekbones. One of your eyebrows raised, your voice calm and unfazed.

"Say it."

"You say it," Jungkook finally shot back, furrowing his brows, biting on his lip and mustering up the most indignant look he could produce at this very second. You didn’t react. He seemed to have forgotten you did, in fact, say it, although perhaps that wasn’t exactly what he meant.

You never tried to fuck Jungkook because he didn’t treat you as anything more than his primary source of internet when his own was down. Ah, and also his outlet for complaining about his love letter problem. And then there was that other little wrinkle, the unwritten societal rule one of sucking a guy's dick you're still friends with - don't suck his friends' dicks. Surefire way to fuck up a friendship, especially if the dude’s ego was fragile.

Jungkook’s friend was dating someone else now though. His ego couldn’t be that fragile.

You leaned forward and Jungkook's annoyed gaze faltered. He gulped and tried to shrink into your brown leather couch, as if he could somehow disappear under you.

"I love you," you stated clearly and firmly. You glanced at the slightly crumpled piece of blue paper before your eyes flickered back to his face. "Marry me."

Hah, the thing about rules with you was...

Fuck 'em.

Not actually. 

Eh, not the point.

"Really?" Jungkook squeaked, voice cracking slightly.

Ah, right, the other reason you never tried to sex up Jungkook because he was a little bit of an idiot around you. But maybe this sky-blue note detailed the reason for it. 

"Say it," you repeated crossly, poking him in the pecs. "Stop avoiding it."

You observed Jungkook swallow hard again, Adam’s apple bobbing. You furrowed your brows, tipping your head down so that your forehead was hovering over his, eyebrow cocked, gazing into trembling brown orbs. Why was he taking so long? He wrote the damn words. Were they really just a joke? Hmph, why were you even trying then?

That’s how everyone was.

Not putting any stock or thought into their fucking words.

You lifted your finger but Jungkook’s right hand, the one with tiny tattoos, suddenly darted in your view, grabbing your hand back and jamming your finger onto his chest again. His heartbeat raced under your fingertip, thud-thud-thud, rapid bass accenting the moment. Electrifying it.

“Don’t.”

Whisper so faint you frowned and closed even more distance between you two, picking up the scent of vanilla fabric softener and lush cotton. A little different than you, who used a blackberry and spiced vanilla perfume.

“I like this,” Jungkook breathed under you, chewing his lip anxiously. You could feel his warm breath tickling your lips and chin with how close you were. You could count his individual eyebrow hairs, even though the eyebrow product he used.

“I… really like this.”

He let go of your hand.

Now you raised both eyebrows.

You slowly uncurled your middle finger, landing it on his chest next to the index. You felt him shiver a little, lips parting. Straightened your ring finger, planting it down. His lashes lowered a little, brown orbs on your face, watching your reaction to him. You could count the moles on his face. The one on his nose. The one on his cheek. The one under his lower lip. The one on his neck. Your pinky slid onto his chest. A wispy moan left his lips, eyelids fluttering, blond strands floating around his head with the little rise and fall of his heavy, tense exhale.

Why is it your birth date?

Take a wild guess, dumbass.

Your fingers abruptly dug into his white t-shirt, crumpling the note and scrunching the graphic up in your fist. He inhaled sharply, head tipping back and lips nearing yours, a whine escaping his throat. You quirked an eyebrow, drawing back slightly, taking in the rich depth of his tan skin, the sensual line of his neck, up to his angular chin and his dangling silver earrings. All of it. His hands immediately came up to grab your wrist and forearm, ensuring you and himself that you wouldn’t let go, the tendons in your flexed wrist right against his large palm.

“Say it, Jungkook,” you demanded. “Say those words with your pretty pink tongue hanging out your mouth for me.”

You watched him obey immediately, tongue sliding out and touching his lower lip, brown eyes framed by his long lashes and hazy with lust.

“I love you,” Jungkook breathed, a little gargled with his tongue out. “Fucking marry me, please.”

Ah, you couldn't help it. 

You smirked.

"What about all your admirers?" you murmured, twisting your fingers in his shirt, digging your nails into his chest. "You'll break all those poor hearts you’re worried about."

Those dark brown eyes told you they didn't give a single fuck. 

"What about you?" he countered, closing his mouth a little to speak more clearly.

"Me?"

The definition of trouble?

Well, if you looked that up in a dictionary, there would definitely be a picture of you. 

Jungkook’s lips parted once more, keen to submit to your wickedness, pink tongue slipping out again, shiny and glistening with saliva. Breathing shallowly, rubbing your wrist with his thumb, encouraging you to keep going. 

Your lips curved into a treacherous smile.

"I'll break all the hearts to get to yours, Jungkook."

And then you licked his tongue. 

A low moan bubbled from Jungkook's chest, his eyes rolling back and his hips bucking up, desperate for friction as the tip of your wet muscle glided over his warm softness, your spit dripping down his throat, listening to his moans turn into messy garbles of your name, begging you, pleading you, more, more, kiss me, please, and you hooked your tongue around his, gently nudging his jaw with your other hand. Knuckle to chin, tilting your head as your lips closed onto Jungkook's. 

It was not a neat kiss.

There was spit running down his chin, dripping onto his neck and your skin, your lips roughly working his, tongues intertwined and making even more of a mess, you sucking forcefully to earn pained, delicious whines. Jungkook was far too turned on to attempt to glamorize it, cries a jumbled mess under your greedy mouth, but none of that mattered. The moment was sensual and dark, bodies speaking to each other through dopamine and adrenaline. Your hand released his shirt, breaking his grip, switching to burrowing your fingers into his soft blond hair and running your nails over his scalp, leaving lines of prickling pain to enhance your kiss. 

"F-Fuck, oh fuck, yes..."

Your teeth caught his tongue, pulling back and forcing his head to follow. Jungkook made a pained noise, trapped in your embrace, whining as you took him to the brink. You released him swiftly and he snapped backward, blinking hard, trying to reorient himself, but it was impossible, your lips crashing down again, thrusting your tongue into his mouth aggressively, one eye open to witness his fucked-out state, pupils unfocused, long lashes quivering, moaning into your mouth and you inhaling it all, literally taking his breath away. 

It started out with a kiss. 

How did it end up like this?

It was only a kiss. 

It was only a kiss. 

You dropped your lower half onto his crotch and Jungkook gasped, breaking the kiss, strings of spit breaking between you two. You smirked wickedly as you felt his hardness trying to escape its clothing jail, his large hands already on your thighs and hips, sinking his fingers into the soft fabric of your leggings, rocking you into him, desperately trying to get some stimulation.

"Please," he croaked, panting for breath, pulling himself up to sitting position, so easy and smooth, fuck, so sexy, and now Jungkook was in your face, pleas on the tip of his tongue pouring out, tempting you, wanting it. 

"Please, wanna be yours so fucking bad, seeing all those fucking letters and notes you get, and it pisses me off, it's me, I want it to be me, I want to be yours and I'm telling you to your face." 

Whisper achingly hot, deep voice soaked with longing, staring into your eyes with those shaking brown orbs, spinning with emotion like an unstable top, barely enough torque holding it in place and all it took was another spin to encourage it or a gust of rejection to topple it over. 

"And you don't even care about mine, you think they're fucking funny, fuck, I can't stand it, let it be me, please..."

His hands running up your sides, grazing against your breasts, and now his hands were in your hair and yours were in his, bringing your face close, the crumpled sky-blue note right between your joined crotches, forgotten, witnessing the agonizing lust wound tightly in this embrace. 

"Let it be me," Jungkook begged.

You licked your lips slowly, scarcely swiping against his. He shuddered, leaning into it, taking whatever crumbs you gave. His long fingers tensed in your hair, yours buried in the dark roots of his. 

"You'll have to skip the marriage bit for now," you teased lightly. "I don't think my parents will appreciate you slapping down papers before you finish school."

Jungkook snickered, tucking his tongue in his cheek roguishly. "Can't they understand I have to snatch this ass as soon as possible to make people back off?"

Your hands slipped down to his jaw, fitting it in your palms, his silvery-blond stands wrapped around your fingertips. "They'll back off my door once they hear you screaming my name." 

You leaned in, but Jungkook stopped you, brown orbs glittering with mischief to get in one more quip. 

"I doubt it," he purred. 

Yeah. 

Jungkook was right. 

Ah, well. 

You seized his face and kissed him again, fuck, such malleable lips just pleading to be bitten by you, gazing up his nose and to his beautiful eyes, his soft skin in your hands, clenching his jaw under your power, letting you have it, letting you control it and him. You felt him scramble and throw his denim jacket off, dumping it onto your couch to cup your cheeks with his hands, sighing in satisfaction as you inhaled him. Your tongue lazily traced the outskirts of his lips, hearing the rattle of his beaded bracelets by your ears, amused, knowing they were his good luck charms. 

"They bring good luck," he had answered when you saw them for the first time.

You remembered tilting your head at the wooden beads on his slim wrists. "You trying to get your dick sucked or something?"

He had broken out in a loud guffaw. Nudged you with his elbow, cheeky smile on his lips. 

"Never gonna say no to getting my dick sucked."

"Mhm, cool, where's my painting of the flaccid dick?"

From then on, you noticed he wore the same wooden, beaded bracelets every time he came to your apartment.

Hmm. 

Now, your hands falling from his face, yanking his shirt from his pants, annoyed it was getting caught, and then Jungkook fitted his hands around your ass and lifted you easily, breaking the kiss, a moment for you to bear witness to his arms flexing – holy fuck, that’s sexy – right one covered in tattoos. Images and script, with one catching your eye, a string of words running up the inside of his upper arm. One you recognized because you had those words written on your bedroom wall, on a canvas hanging above your bed. A canvas you made, background a chaotic mess of varying dark red brushstrokes, the black script in the center, written by your hand. 

The exact black script with your flourishes and ticks, now tattooed on the inside of his right arm. 

Your eyes drifted to Jungkook's face and his naughty smirk, pleased to be found out. Your lips formed the sentence slowly, in awe of his audacity.

"The devil knows my name."

the devil knows my name. 

Hung above your bed, where all manner of marvelous sinful acts were performed. 

Jungkook grinned deviously. "I saw it. I wanted it on me."

Wanted it on him. 

Oh, fuck. 

Did he know? Could he guess?

"Who's the devil?" you whispered, smile widening, matching his. 

Jungkook reached down, yanking his t-shirt out of his jeans and pulling it up and over his head, revealing the body he sculpted himself, tan skin taut over hard muscle, toned and...

"You're the devil, of course," he snickered. 

Yours. 

"Ding dong daeng," you sing-songed.

How many people have been on your bed, head pulled back by your hand, blinking hard, trying to read the words on your wall through waves of forced ecstasy? Gasping them out, ending with a question, inquiring for an answer.

The devil knows my name?

And you, leaning forward, haunting whisper in their ears, yes, she does, before pushing their face down into the sheets.

"All those love letters not good enough for you, Jungkook?" you breathed, running your hands over his bare chest, spreading your fingers, letting your exhale out through your teeth. His eyes on you, torso trembling, hairs raising, feeling your nails dance up, up, raking over his collarbones and neck, leaving little pink lines of intensity.

"They're not you," he whispered. His hands brushing over yours, outlining your fingers, eyes darkening as you pushed him back into your sofa, lowering your head. "You, the one they talk about..." Your lips on his hot skin, kissing softly, tongue so slight that it made him whimper. "You, the one they look for..." His voice, deep and rumbling, vibrating your lips, pitching as you bit and sucked, leaving small hickeys. "You, the one whose bed I sit on, wondering who else has been there, wondering why it's not me, when I make myself available to you, so easy to prey on, but you let me be..." Your lips closing around his dark brown nipple, scraping your teeth against it, making him squirm and look down at you, you and your self-satisfied, ravenous smirk. 

"I let you read them," Jungkook whimpered, blond strands curled around his cheeks, chest shuddering at your nail flicking his other nipple while your mouth worked the other. "Let you see everything they want to do to me and you still didn't know."

You chuckled darkly. "What's there to know?" you mused, sticking your tongue out and pressing it against the now hard pink-tinged nub, receiving small whines of pleasure as your reward. "It's obvious what you wanted. I was right in front of you. All you had to do was say something."

Jungkook frowned as you sat up, tongue in cheek, half-grinning.

"Look at you."

You crossed your arms and pulled your pink cropped sweatshirt up and over your head, dropping it to the floor. Casually running a hand through the top of your hair to pull it away from your face, gazing down at shirtless Jungkook covered in your red bites, cocking your head with a smirk. He raised an eyebrow, eyes roaming over your figure and the curve of your breasts molded to smooth black satin. 

"You look like you eat hearts for breakfast," he murmured, admiration in his tone.

The side of your lips quirked further upwards.

"And yet you wanna love me."

Jungkook grinned. "I don't want to. I already do."

And then he was the one to pull you to him, kissing you hungrily, you immediately turning it into your favor, your pace, his tongue commanded by yours as he unhooked your bra, moaning into your mouth, rubbing your exposed nipples with his palms, unable to do much as you pushed him into the couch again, guiding his tongue down with your teeth and running the tip of yours over his wet muscle once more, trickling saliva into his throat and onto his chin and neck, messy and lewd. 

"The devil knows your name," you sighed into his mouth, feeling him knead your breasts, thumbs brushing over your hard nipples, tendrils of pleasure making your skin tingle. "And now the devil takes what she wants."

You saw the sides of his lips curve upwards as you backed up to strip the rest of your clothes, amused at Jungkook eagerly following suit and unbuttoning his jeans.

"Can't wait to flaunt how hot you are?" you laughed, reaching down to the shelf under the side table where a ceramic R2-D2 cookie jar sat.

"Do you think I'm hot?" Jungkook haughtily accused before gawking at your waist to ass ratio, his hands slowing, pants stopped to his knees in his distraction.

You gently took off the head of R2-D2 and plucked a condom from it. Some guy told you once that you couldn't like Star Trek and Star Wars at the same time and you told him to shut the fuck up as you slapped his nuts. He begged you to do it again. You fondly patted R2-D2's head after you fitted it back.

You straightened to see Jungkook on your couch with his hard dick on display.

You looked him dead in the eye. "You think I'd let you borrow my laptop if I thought you were ugly?"

Jungkook broke out of his trance and shrugged, finally yanking his calves – holy shit, his calves and thighs were muscular as fuck – out of his jeans, underwear and socks gone with them.

"Maybe you pitied my grades."

"I'd just pay for you to go to the library and fuck off, dumbass," you muttered, pushing his hands aside and ripping the condom open, drinking in the delicious sight of his throbbing red cock dripping pre-cum, his balls just waiting for – fuck it, you got down on your knees and wrapped your tongue around his length, Jungkook sputtering and gasping at your suddenness. Fuck, he smelled and tasted fucking good, clean and velvety to your lips enclosing around the head and sliding down, using one hand to scoop up his balls. Made eye contact with him again.

Jungkook breathed your name hesitantly.

Your tongue slid out of your lips and you jammed his cock all the way down your throat, slathering his balls wetly with your whisking tongue, circling around one and then the other, long expansive strokes that went past the girth of his cock, your pink tongue visible to him. Jungkook's pupils blew wide with shock, moans catching in his throat, whole body shivering, trying desperately not to look away even through you could tell he wanted to throw himself into your sofa and fucking lose it.

"Oooooooh, fuck, that's amazing.... Holy shit, your tongue is everything...."

You chuckled and pulled your head back, satisfied with his reaction. He seemed slightly disappointed until you rolled down the condom, cracking your neck.

"I think I've given enough." You stood up, getting back on top of him and his glorious thighs. "Time for you to be taken."

Jungkook smirked.

You smirked wider and more wickedly.

The sky-blue memo was crumpled into a ball, fallen to your hardwood floor.

Held him with two fingers, ugh, the weight of his cock, fuck yes, and those beautiful dark chocolate eyes, Jungkook, you dumbass, cursing that he didn't tell you sooner so that you could watch him groan and throw his head back like he was right now, gasping at your tightness, your name torn from his throat as you took in every centimeter of him, every pulsing vein and contour of his wonderful cock, stupid Jungkook and his attractive self not using his damn words so you could ride him like you were right now, setting up a fast, bruising pace. Your fingers dug into the back of the couch as you bucked your hips into his violently, keeping yourself tight because you were so fucking wet, fuck, so wet for Jeon Jungkook and his idiotic self, asking for internet to do his school assignments and not asking for his dick to be used as your fucking joystick. 

Dumbass.

"Oh fuck," Jungkook gasped. "Oh, fuck, you're so wet and tight, shit, shit, shit..."

"Tell me something I haven't heard before," you chuckled, only half-meaning it, waving your entire body to deliver a particularly hard smack to his crotch, Jungkook whimpering under you, his hands flying to your upper arms and clutching them, trying to hold on to your wildness.

"Holy fuck, you have some hard biceps," he blurted out, startled at the prominent muscle.

Well, you haven't heard that one before.

"Guess that's what happens when you jack off a lot of dick," you mused nonchalantly.

You ticked your head to Jungkook's arms – delicious – and he frowned at you, opening his mouth to protest and you cut him off by shoving two fingers into his lips, pressing them down into the wet warmth, grinning maniacally as you watched him struggle with your fingers rubbing his tongue and his cock getting assaulted by you aggressively slamming your hips down and clamping around his stiffness, tighter, faster, whines of your name in his throat, head falling back onto the couch with a flump. You were careful not to push your fingers too far. 

Getting vomited on wasn't really on your sexual activities bingo card.

Jungkook was, however, drooling down his chin and neck, and you pulled back to grab his shoulder with your wet hand – oh, fuck, his shoulder, what a lovely shape – and Jungkook wheezed for breath, you ignoring it as you focused all your energy on fucking the life out of him, dirty squelches and smacks of hips on hips, staring down at his abs and v-line, all his hard work at the gym on display, his hands still on your upper arms as he raised his hips to meet yours, needily moaning for you to destroy him with your pace.

Damn, maybe you would have sent him a love letter if you had seen him naked at least once.

"A-Ask me to cum for you," Jungkook finally got out, voice hoarse from breathing so hard for so long.

"You're going to anyway," you taunted.

"Want you to ask," he whined, almost pouting. "Tell me to do it."

You gazed into his eyes, into those brown irises overtaken by black pupils, him a top spinning by your hand, your plaything commanded by your body, pussy clenching around his twitching cock, spurred on from his pleading tone, giving him a devious and wicked grin, speaking to his swollen lips, the devil knows your name, Jungkook, and him moaning back, fuck yes she does, so close, so fucking close, unashamedly barreling towards your release, power in your veins and under you, his muscles rippling as he fucked you back, amplifying every thrust.

"Jungkook."

"Y-Yes?"

"Say it."

Brown eyes locked with yours.

"I love you. Marry me."

You smirked.

"Cum for me."

A half-second and then you let go, letting the feeling rush in and envelop you, the moment held back to torture him, and now you felt it all, already at the tipping point, strained moan as your orgasm crashed into you, shudders all over and falling, sitting all the way down in his lap to experience the throbbing ache of your core giving out and spilling onto his cock and balls in rapid bursts, viscous and sweet. The scent of sex mixing with blackberry and spiced vanilla, his length jerking inside you, and only then did you hear Jungkook crying out your name over and over, the roar in your ears fading out to his shivering moans, hands sliding up and down your arms, eyes closing and lost in the pleasure of your pussy squeezing out his cum. His touch travelling down to your waist, pulling you to him.

Messy, soft kisses, your name and curses mixed together.

"It's me, right?"

You smiled into his mouth that was still asking questions.

"Please let it be me. You'll let me love you for real, right?"

Pushing your hair back, his sweaty blond locks sticking to your face.

"Because I already do, can't stop, won't stop–"

"Yeah, Jungkook, funnily enough I figured that from the first kiss already," you chuckled, running your fingers through his ash blond hair and pulling his head back lightly, seeing him pout, the mole underneath his lower lip peeking out.

"But..."

"Hm?"

His voice suddenly small, vulnerable, his semi-hard dick still inside you.

"Do you love me?"

You lifted a brow. "What kind of dumbass question is that?" You grabbed his arm and pressed your nail into his tattoo of your words, drawing a pink scratch under them, making him gasp. "How can I not love you? Fuck, that's the sexiest thing I've ever seen, my handwriting tattooed onto you. Yes, I love you, Jungkook."

Jungkook's jaw dropped.

This fool is still shocked after all this?

You reached down and held the condom down as you lifted yourself off, yanking him to his feet, pushing Jungkook to your coffee table, right in front of the pile of letters with his name all over them. You picked up your laptop and pushed it onto his chest, forcing him to hold it, him still confused, mildly stunned, not knowing what the fuck was happening.

Then you made him half-straddle your coffee table and yanked off the condom.

"Um–"

Grabbed his cock and started furiously jacking him off.

"Oh, f-fuck!"'

And then he realized what you were doing, the sheer wrongness of it, getting harder and harder with every second, throbbing in your hand.

"You're just like them," you chuckled through exerted breath.

Faster, rougher, tighter, Jungkook clutching your laptop, his larger frame leaning against yours, head thrown back so far that his blond hair was brushing your shoulder, moaning lustfully as he thrusted his hips into your grip. White pooled onto the purple-red tip of his abused cock, far too sensitive to be jacked off this hard right after orgasm, but Jungkook begged you not to stop, streams of residual cum running down your slicked fingers.

"Always looking for your fix from the addiction that's me," you whispered into his ear, laced with an authoritative growl. 

You saw Jungkook's head lower out of your periphery, eyes opening, staring at the colorful envelopes with his name printed on them, the cute stickers and neat handwriting, panting your name, tendons and veins standing out on his neck, sweat beading on his tan skin. 

A low, dangerous chuckle rising in his throat. 

"There's a difference between them and me."

You felt his cock twitch in your hand, ridiculously hard at what you two were about to do. 

"They're not going to get their fix."

Jungkook shuddered against you, jerking his hips forward, thick white strings splattering all over the pastel paper as you watched, fascinated, the scent of his cum saturating the air and the envelopes, drops soaking and smearing the carefully written ink, time wasted and defiled. 

"I am," he moaned, twisting his body on your arms, leaning down to kiss you hungrily as you squeezed his cock, draining it all out, all over your coffee table and coating your hand, stained with Jeon Jungkook's love letter to you. 

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[starriwonderland]

I posted 32 times in 2022

That's 32 more posts than 2021!

23 posts created (72%)

9 posts reblogged (28%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@estcaligo

@star-star-fall-inlove

@miss-jester

@lanshappycorner

@nicoliharu

I tagged 24 of my posts in 2022

Only 25% of my posts had no tags

#twisted wonderland - 21 posts

#twst nrc - 11 posts

#disney tw - 10 posts

#diasomnia - 9 posts

#malleus draconia - 9 posts

#twst headcanons - 8 posts

#twst malleus - 7 posts

#nrc - 7 posts

#lilia vanrouge - 7 posts

#vil schoenheit - 6 posts

Longest Tag: 65 characters

#rollo's reaction to seeing malleus ssr you cant tell me otherwise

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Hello! Hope youre doing well :) can i request for a very melancholy s/o with Vil? Generally a very nostalgic and introverted person but very warm, heartfelt, wise and understanding? A mature infp if you may LWNSKQ

Thank you ! Have a nice day :D

Hi anon I hope you have a nice day too! I've been doing better these few days and first I'd like to say that I apologize for taking so long on this, it was worded rather confusing to me and I lack knowledge on mbti personality types. Please request again if I didn't write it the way you liked. I did see the words melancholy, introvert, and heartfelt, and nostalgic so I wrote this as:

Vil with a shy introverted s/o

(Sorry it's kinda short </3 I hope that's ok)

(´；ω；｀)

Characters: Vil Schoenheit

Reader: gn

Genres: Fluff, headcanons

Warnings: none

Usually despite your shy introverted disposition, you were rather sweet around those who you were close to.

Vil liked that about you. You were someone who he could share his feelings with. You could do the same with him.

Vil doesn't really try to change the fact that sometimes you're shy because he found it rather cute

Everyone at school is kinda shocked by the fact that the Vil Schoenheit who is the image of confidence would date Y/n who was probably the second biggest introvert (next to the elder Shroud)

I imagine that Vil REALLY adores your maturity, something a lot of the NRC students lacked at times. Vil considers himself to be a rather mature person.

Vil loved it most the quiet times you'd spend together, just having your presence was enough for him to feel calm.

He's not going to force you to be really social with others if it makes you uncomfortable.

You don't have to worry about people poking fun at you because you were shy, because no one wants to make Vil angry. (And if they did they must be very stupid and better get someone to plan their funeral /hj)

113 notes - Posted September 25, 2022

#4

Hihi! I wanted to request a headcanon of Idia and Azul of how they would take a male s/o out on a date :D thanks!

Hi! I love this idea so much! I tried my best to make the reader male! I got stuck on what to write so I added crack because this is the twst-verse I hope that's okay!

Genre(s): Romance, Fluff, Crack if you squint.

Warning(s): mushrooms, slight ooc on Azul's part sorry I'm still learning about him, mentions of social anxiety on Idia's part.

Reader: Male

Character(s): Idia and Azul

Okay so CAPITALISM—

I'm joking💀

Azul will take you on a date AWAY from Mostro Lounge because he doesn't want the Tweels interfering

They still did anyway

Got the right from Headmaster to leave the campus don't ask how. All you need to know is Crowley is graciously giving his full permission.

A gentleman, he bought you flowers and wanted to take you to dinner!

Wanted everything to go perfectly but Tweels intervined :,)

Took you to a fancy restaurant and you guys sat down

You both ordered pasta as the waiter respectfully wrote down what you wanted.

A band was playing music to fit the romantic atmosphere

Everything was perfect...too perfect (Leech twins cue to come try to mess everything up for funsies)

His glasses went askewed when he finds out Jade is the 'new waiter' when there food is delivered.

"Unfortunately I will be serving you now as the last waiter has finished his shift" obviously it was a lie. Since when did jade work here?

Azul was kinda nervous about eating now as Jade expectantly waited for you both to try your food.

One bite and it was evident that the recipe had been modified with mushrooms

Jade looks every bit pleased by you guys reactions to the fungi and notes everything down.

Well if that wasn't embarrassing enough Floyd is now trying to take over the music band because "their taste in music was too sappy and boring" the guests are just bewildered at the scene.

"If you two are here, who's watch The dorm and Mostro Lounge?" He asked in a serious tone.

Azul looked very upset until he heard joyous giggles coming from you. He loved your laugh and now he's laughing too.

You were having a great time regardless of the twins shenanigans.

Of course he'd take you out again on a proper date though (or at least try to.

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129 notes - Posted October 4, 2022

#3

How the Twst Characters Would Drive a Car Pt. 1

Part 2 | Part 3

Characters: Heartslaybul and Savanaclaw

Genre: Crack headcanons

Warnings: None

This was a random idea that just popped into my head.

• Can he even reach the pedals?

• Riddle is definitely the type of person that strictly adheres to the laws of the road no question about it.

• If you're riding with him you'll follow them too "Wear your seatbelt y/n, don't distract the driver, no eating in the car..." Yeah stuff like that.

• Doesn't road rage but he will turn as red as his hair if someone cut him off.

• 8/10 recommend, he's a good driver but boring

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135 notes - Posted August 16, 2022

#2

I have writers block so I'll serve you a word vomit of angst

• Imagine a long time after everything at NRC, after graduation, after Malleus becomes king, Lilia lives in that small cottage again

• Imagine him keeping a diary so he wouldn't forget his memories but for some reason stopped.

• Imagine Lilia opening his diary for the first time in years to be reminded of his time in NRC and that he had a son

• Imagine Lilia searching desperately for his son only to find his grave with a sword symbol engraved in it

• Imagine him remembering Silver's death and that he didn't record it because he didn't want to accept the fact that his son was gone.

Imagine that

Your reminder that Lilia will have to bury Silver one day, and that fact that he is a knight doesn't make his chances of living a long life any better.

152 notes - Posted August 16, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

I personally headcanon that Malleus gave Lilia absolute HELL when he was a kid. Not that he meant to 😭 but chaos always just happened.

he probably wasn't spoiled but most likely very demanding it shows💀

654 notes - Posted November 18, 2022

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[tinyyoungblood]

ugliest, strangest, and most magnificent | p.parker

�� headcanon

summary: the avengers and their handwriting

pairing: peter parker x avenger!reader

warnings: language, mention of suicide letter, pure chaos and crack

a/n: none of these are canon, i’m just having too much fun. but i promise i’m still working on a proper fic lol enjoy x

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right off the bat, peter’s handwriting is awful. let’s not kid ourselves, that boy is a genius and could not care less about how his notes look like. it’s like he has taken on a very personal quest to compete with every doctor in the country to see who can be the most incoherent. it’s scary

it’s so bad that no one even asks peter for his class notes anymore because, well, for one thing, that boy barely attends classes, and for another, trying to make out what it says will blind you and permeate your eyelids

it is worse than staring death in the face (source: “still horrified and sad” loki)

y/n is probably the only person who can read peter’s medical shorthand. she has absolutely zero (0) problems reading it and the avengers are BAFFLED

she can pick up peter’s notebooks and read them aloud like they’re typed in double spaced 12 pt. times new roman

no she will not explain how or why

this one time, peter helped morgan make really ~extravagant~ christmas cards with glitter and fake snow (it was GREAT) but since she’s like 4 and can’t write, he wrote sweet little words inside the cards for her and then gave it to tony and steve

tony, with tears in his eyes: “this is beautiful, thank you. i’ve never seen anything more beautiful”

steve, whispering: “your eyes are burning too, right?” “i can’t even tell if it’s nonsensical symbols or witchcraft???”

tony’s handwriting is surprisingly neat? like, actually…quite nice

no one really knows why, but he has this thing where the letters just have to be the same size, on a straight line, and tilting at the same angle otherwise he will have a nervous breakdown and fight you in the nearest parking lot (as you do when being confronted with any inconvenience as a grown adult and avenger)

but because that is too stressful, tony barely writes down anything. ever. he just tells F.R.I.D.A.Y. to set a reminder and calls it a day. last time he picked up a pen was in 2009 and that was just because he couldn’t reach an itching spot on his back

the one time he does write something down though, hell breaks loose

“wait is tony holding a pen?” “tony are you writing? am i seeing things? are you ok—are you dying?? let me get the others DON’T MOVE” *distant crashing sound* “gUYS—”

two seconds later, everyone is huddled around tony, straining their necks, and trying to get a glimpse at his little piece of paper

“what do you think it is? a love letter?” “maybe a heartfelt complaint” “probably a plan for world domination” “he’s got those on flash drives, it’s a suicide note” “it’s a grocery list. fuck you guys”

thor has the handwriting of a little child

it’s precious. it makes all his letters and postcards from Out Of Space™️ look like they were written using the comic sans font. he also adds an excessive amount of stardust. it’s wonderful

steve’s handwriting is your typical average jo. he’s an ~artist~ and he is american so he mainly writes in capital letters because he thinks it’s Patriotic and Aesthetically Pleasing

he’s also the only one who will pick up the newspaper in the morning, but it’s mainly because of the crossword puzzles because!! boy oh boy!! he LOVES them!!

he thinks they are SPLENDID and MIND STIMULATING and even though he does have the brains for it, sometimes there are gaps that he just can’t fill, so he writes down anything in fat capital block letters and casually thrusts it in other people’s faces

then he runs off so no one can see his actual answers like cardi b being a jeopardy star

bucky barnes has the handwriting of a founding father

the others find out about this because y/n had asked him to write down a recipe for her since she had broken her arm, so he did, but she just never had the chance to look at it

until one day, y/n whips out that recipe out in the kitchen and peter is standing behind her

“is that……the constitution??”

it’s not, but bucky really got into calligraphy when he was in wakanda. at first, he only did it for fun during his free time with the goats

but now he feels confident in his cursive and doesn’t see why he shouldn’t use it daily

and the more bucky practices, the more he ~dresses up~ his letters

so what starts out as readable-to-the-average-person cursive turns into what looks like 9 loops and random swirls of hell

he LOVES it

and the avengers can tell that he loves it so they keep making up excuses for him to write out stuff for them just to see the little glint in his eyes

“bucky, can you sign this for me?” “why?” “no reason” “peter, i’m not your legal guardian? aunt may has to sign this” “just write down her name” “what??” “i can see you want to. just do it” *proceeds to happily forge signature*

it doesn’t even matter that everyone kinda struggles to read bucky’s pretentious cursive. it’s beautiful. and if you squint really hard, you’ll get the gist

“y/n, bucky left me a sticky note that just says punk. do you know why?” “does it matter? it looks like a prop from a period drama. frame it”

the only person who’s not impressed by bucky’s handwriting is tony alias mr. practical

tony needs everyone to fill out some forms and while handing them out, he looks bucky directly in the eyes to say “and make sure us peasants can read it”

but one day, when tony’s sick and stuck in his room, peter and y/n have the idea to make a little card for tony to wish him a speedy recovery and everyone has to sign it and write a little message

so that’s how tony ends up with the ugliest, strangest, and most magnificent card the world has ever seen. ~handmade~ by the avengers

there’s stardust, and glitter, and neon paint, and a clash of 20 very distinctive and one-of-a-kind handwritings

tony tries to brush it off, but to this day it may or may not still be on his night stand at all times so he can look at it every night before going to bed <3

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am i going to make a series out of this even tho no one asked for it? yes. yes, i am. i hope you guys like reading them just as much as i like writing them bc i’m not going to stop lol thanks for reading! stay hydrated <3