#I just heard it one to many times and couldn’t stop thinking abt it

[zurk--flesh]

There is a very long winded and stupid rant ahead that will make me sound like a chronically online dumbass, but I desperately need to get this off my chest.

(Spoilers for the 7th comic and some lengthy bullshit ahead)

So, why does it piss me off whenever people refer to Zephaniah Mann as the Administrator’s ex husband?

I know people usually say it in a joking context, but it really rubs me the wrong way. Let me explain

The writers went out of their way to portray Zephaniah as a monster. Even though we never truly know what happened, we know that he effectively ruined Helen’s life. To the point where she dedicated her life to destroying him

By the time of Zephaniah’s death, he was no longer the man who killed her parents. He became the pit in Helen’s stomach, the hatred she felt towards others, and the life she never got to live. Helen had lost the one man she dedicated her life to destroying, along with her only reason to live.

Once Helen learned about the regenerative qualities of australium, she was able to bring Zephaniah back. Along with this was a promise of another chance, and more time to torture him

This torment became Helen’s reason to live. She kept expanding her operation, involving more innocent people and furthering her path of distruction all hoping that someday she might be happy, but it was never enough

So why the hell do people call Zephaniah Helen’s ex husband? Was it because she raised his children? No. She planned to smother them in their sleep, plus she raised them to be incompetent. Was it because she was his housemaid? No. A heartless man who only cares about himself and the women who hates his guts don’t fall in love just because they’re in a house together

Once again I know people usually say this in a joking context, but I genuinely feel like it comes from a place of misogyny. Like the idea that a man and a woman HAVE TO be in love despite the obvious reasons they have to hate each other just gives me an ick that I can’t describe

Helen hated this man. She killed him, and then raised him from the dead just so she can torment him. The idea that love or romance or even sex would be involved just feels incredibly gross to me. Plus it seems so unfair to Helen as a character because it completely diminishes so much of her motivations. Turning a story of loss, depression, and addiction into “crazy woman cant get over her ex 🤪” just feels so weird and takes away from the actual message of the story

Also he fucking killed her parents lol

Alright yap sesh over. I know its not that serious and ofc y’all are allowed to have whatever headcannons you please, I just knew that I would only be able to stop thinking about it once I said something

[axxa-the-allikatt]

Dude I finally got the time to write this but the story kept going on and on and on and- so I sorta decided to do two parts of this. Istg I didn't expect it to become this long but here we are.

Ps, the last time I did an anon request they didn't find out l'd posted it until like a month later so if you do read this please text me something so I won't be paranoid abt it TwT.

ALSO, shout out to that one horny Brant fan in my requests box. I feel you homie e. Lmk if you like this.

Enjoy!

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Brant X Top Male Rover:>

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It had been almost two months since you started visiting the fools ship almost every other day, and it had been almost two months since you’ve looked Brant in the eye.

The first time you’d met him, you were too busy getting your brain circuits in check after that little accident with the big- fish?- and your eyes were too busy wandering over the ship to let them linger too long on those comfy looking man boobs of his.

But now that all that commotion was put on a pause? You did not miss a single chance to let your eyes wander down from his pretty lips to his neck (oh lord how you wanted to mark him up) to the gap between his perfectly cut shirt that let you catch a glimpse of all that skin and muscle underneath.

It’s not like you were ashamed of it. You had noticed him staring at your arms every time you did the heavy work around the hide out, the way his eyes trailed your adams apple when you took a sip from the water bag he always carries around and the way his breath caught when you placed a hand on his hip as you stood behind him, leaning into him as you butted into whatever conversation he was having with someone.

Oh no, you weren’t ashamed at all. And if anyone accused you of doing these actions exaggeratedly in the presence of the other man, you would admit it in the blink of an eye.

But despite being aware of the obvious chemistry between the two of you, you both avoided a conversation about it like it was the plague. The crew, who had found it amusing and entertaining at first, now felt that finding a cure for a deadly disease would be easier than getting you two to have a conversation about this little whatever thing was going on between you.

Since verbal communication wasn’t an option and they couldn’t possibly force the two of you to kiss, they did the next best thing they could think of. They locked you up in the ships cabin and refused to let you go until you both figured your shit out. At first, you tried breaking the cabin down but realised with disdain that breaking the cabin meant letting the sea water in. Which brought you to your current situation.

“Uhhh” you muttered intelligently, eyes flitting around the room until they landed yet again on the other man’s chest. You couldn’t help it. They looked too comfy and you had way more than once thought about what it would feel like sleeping on them. As your thoughts continued to go south into a prohibited lane, you heard a low chuckle, then his voice. “My eyes are up here, Rover”.

You swallowed as your eyes flitted up to meet his. Your tongue darted out to wet your lips again and you could see his eyes follow the motion before copying it without a thought. You wanted to smack yourself as your eyes again started trailing down the path they had followed so many times, to his lips, down his neck, then back to where they usually were.

You were startled out of the little scenario that you were creating in your head when something slid from under the door, sliding to a stop at Brant’s feet. He picked it up, and your eyes yet again followed their target, his clothes slipping a little and giving you just enough view of what was hidden to let your blood start flowing south.

Brant stood up again, as he ripped open the tape of a brown paper bag, then peeked in to see the contents before throwing it with an unexpected force, startling you out of another scenario you were going through. “What the- hey what was that?” You asked, turning around little to walk over to the bag. “Uh nothing! Don’t- don’t worry about it.” He exclaimed, motioning you to let it go. Now you were curious. What had gotten your pretty boy all pink and cute like that?

You continued to make your way over to the corner of the room where the bag had fallen until he hurriedly slid across your path. “It’s nothing. Just a joke between the crew” he reassured you, trying to walk you back. “Oh, so you don’t consider me as your crew yet?” You faux pouted, abruptly turning around, causing him to knock into you, face dangerously close to yours.

You could hear his breath hitching, then trying to relax as he tried to explain himself. “That’s not- I’m not-“ he sighed. “You know that’s not what I meant” he replied, eyes looking at anything but yours. “Then what did you mean?” You asked. He sighed again as he closed his eyes and you took this chance to dash past him, reaching the corner and grabbing the bag, before Brant nearly crashed over to you.

You leaped out of his reach and looked into the bag, ready to tease him about whatever was in it, until your breath caught in your throat and you froze. Inside the bag, was a bottle of what seemed suspiciously like lube and a few packs of, what were definitely, condoms.

The two of you stood there for an awkward moment until you decided to be a petty bitch. “Oh? So what was the joke between the crew, captain?”

He sucked in a sharp breath, eyes slightly widening, as he gave you a half annoyed, half desperate look. “It’s- it’s nothing. Forget it.” He murmured, turning his back to you as he made his way back to where you two had initially been standing. You could see his hands shivering slightly.

You followed him, taking deep breaths to calm yourself, and landed yourself on a wooden crate as he stiffly sat on another one a considerable distance away from yours. Silence ensued.Seconds passed into minutes. Your mind was racing a mile a minute. But you were sure of one thing. If you let this incident slide as a joke, it would forever stay a joke.

“Captain?” you called out. “Mn” he replied, refusing to meet your eyes. His hands were now shaking. You eased off your crate, slowly making your way over to him. As you neared him, you reached out your hand, cupping his face. You felt him hold his breath, eyes still on the floor, waiting on your every word. “Talk to me” you said softly. “…What is there to talk about?” He replied, voice almost a whisper, as he oh so slightly leaned into your touch.

You sighed. Letting go of his face, you slid your hand to the back of his neck, making him tilt his head to look at you in the eyes. His eyes were slightly wide, a look on his face that you could only describe as desperation. It made your heart crack with adoration. You wanted to kiss this man stupid. But you, not knowing where you would be in the future, and him, hating where he was in the past made the red string connecting the two of you twist and knot in a cruel way.

But who were you, the great Rover, if not one to laugh in the face of pain. Oh how dramatic.

“Tell me what you want, Captain.” You whispered leaning in against his lips, a mere inch between your faces. He let out a strangled noise, eyes blowing impossibly wide as you felt him melt in your hands. After what felt like eternity but in reality was only a few seconds, he slowly leaned towards you, brushing his lips against yours in a barely there kiss.

As much as your body and soul wanted to devour him, your mind reminded you to let him take it at his pace. Slowly, a brush became a gentle press, and a press became a wanting lick, until he finally put his arms around your neck pulling you closer to him. Not finding your balance, you place a knee against the crate, standing between his legs. He let out a beautiful whine against your lips and you realised what your knee was pressing against.

You teasingly pressed harder, feeling his rising erection with glee. He gasped into your kiss and you took this opportunity to gently slide your tongue inside his mouth. Your mind was reeling with a million emotions. Love, adoration, possessiveness, wanting, craving, lust. So much. You let your hands wander down to his hips, fighting against the urge to lay them against the smooth muscles of his chest. Hands gripping his hips, you picked him up with one fluid motion, as he instinctively wrapped his thighs around your waist.

Seconds passed into minutes, your lips separating only for a second or two catch your breath before diving back in. Finally, a few minutes later, he pulled back completely, breathing in deeply, as he unhooked his legs, arms remaining around your neck. You gave him a soft smile, hoping it would ease his nerves.

What you didn’t expect was the way his lower lip started trembling, eyes wetting with the tears that were about to fall. You had a moment of panic, as you held him tighter against you. “Hey. Hey, what’s wrong?” You asked worriedly, leaning your forehead against his. He sniffled, staring at you. “We shouldn’t do this” he mumbled, a few moments later. Your breath caught in your throat. “Why?” You questioned gently, one hand reaching up to wipe a stray tear off his cheek. He took another moment.

“Because you’re- I- You’re a person who’s destined to save the world, and I, I’m a stupid fool who couldn’t even fight for his own homeland. I’ve tried for so long to save my home, but I could only do it this time because you were here. I’m- I’m not the only one in this world who needs saving Rover, and in the days to come-“ he took a deep breath, “you’ll have to leave. And I- I know you have to. So please. I don’t want to make this harder for both of us.”

A painful silence followed this confession, words of reassurance dying in your throat. He was still in your arms, shallow breathing the only noise in the room. “I’m sorry” he whispered, voice cracking uncharacteristically, snapping out of your stupor. You took a deep breath. “And if I-“ you licked your lips, choosing your words carefully, ”and if promised you I’d come back to you even if I had to go away… could we make this possible, Captain?”

He stared at you, the drying tears springing up in his eyes again. Something was off. You felt it. “Captain… Brant, speak to me.” He shook his head, laying against your shoulder, as he let out a quite sob. “You…” he whispered. You soothingly rubbed his back, praying to any god who would listen, to take this man’s pain away. “I’m selfish. I want you all to myself but…”

“You deserve someone better, Rover. I’m only a fool.”

“…”

“What?” You whispered in disbelief. Getting no reply, you gently took his face in your hands, looking at him in confusion. “Is that what you’re worried about?” He refused to reply to you, instead opting to look down at the floor. “Brant” you said sharply, making him flinch and finally meet your eyes. You softened your voice, speaking as slowly as possible, making sure he heard every word you said. “I like you. So fucking much. I want you. And god forbid you ever think you’re not worth every second of my existence. Do you understand?” You felt his jaw tighten under your hands, still no reply.

You sucked in a deep breath. Fine then. “Brant.” You said, looking him in the eye. “Answer me.” Another moment of silence. You let a hand slide down to his neck, down his side and come to a rest at his hips, as your other hand tilted his face, your own face dangerously close to his. You felt him shudder under your touch. “Would you listen to me if show you how much you mean to me?”.

A moment passed. Then two. Then, a slow, shivering voice. “Show me, Rover.” A deep breath. “Please.”

You crashed your lips on his, the hand on his hips pulling him tight against you, as he let out a almost silent cry, before wrapping his arms around your neck like his life depended on it. You carefully picked him up. He wrapped his legs around you again, moaning against the kiss as you squeezed his ass playfully. Walking over to a conveniently placed table, which you were sure wasn’t here earlier, you placed him down, standing between his legs.

Breaking the kiss, four hands hurriedly began undoing the clothes separating you two. Finally, finally, after two months of dreaming of them, your hands made their way to his chest, leisurely kneading the muscles. The sinful moan he let out sent all your blood rushing down as you rolled your hips, your own erection rubbing against his. Clothes. You still had to get these clothes out of the way before you went crazy. He seemed to be having the same thoughts as you both began undoing what remained of your clothes, lips separating once in a while to take a breath before crashing back in.

Within minutes, he was naked. You broke away from the kiss, breath hitching in your throat as you admired the view before you. Your eyes trailed from his beautiful face, down his neck (you finally had a chance to mark it now), over his perfect, toned chest, his nipples now obviously hard, down to his chiseled abs and those thick thighs (damn, he had thick thighs too. You wondered how it would feel to be choked by them. You had plenty of time to find out) and your eyes landed on the painful looking erection, his tip already flushed red.

You unconsciously licked you lips, and heard him suck in a breath at this. You saw the movement of his Adam’s apple as he swallowed hard and you dived in to press loving bites against his neck. You made sure to leave marks.

Taking his hands in yours, you held them behind him, making him ever so slightly arch his back. You continued nibbling at his skin as you made your way down his neck to his collar bone, then to his chest until your lips finally reached a nipple. Flicking your tongue against it, making the man under you let out a whine, as he arched his back further, pushing his chest in your face. It was exactly as you’d dreamt it would be. Soft and comfy.

Another whine escaped his lips, as he mumbled a little ‘please’. You grinned to yourself. “Hm? Tell me what you want baby” you cooed softly, looking up at him. He blushed a furious red as he stuttered over his words. You let out an amused chuckle. “Shh. It’s alright, don’t worry. Just let me take care of you, sweet thing.” You murmured, gaining another whine.

You gently pressed a palm against his belly, pushing him so that his back was against the table, now holding his hands above his head. You were again struck with how absolutely stunning he looked, even more so now with that pretty look on his face. You wanted to worship this man, and make all his self-deprecating thoughts go away, so that the only thought left in his head was that he belonged to you and that you most certainly belonged to him.

Leaning in for a kiss, you pressed your lips against his for a moment before leaning back to look at him. “Good?” You asked, giving him a soft smile as you kneaded his thigh with your free hand. He let out a whimper, then a whispered ‘so good’. Your hand pushed his legs apart, as you slowly rubbed against him, letting out a breathy moan at the friction. It was taking all your strength to control yourself. Your hand rode further up his thigh until it finally reached leaking cock.

You leaned in to take it in your mouth, relishing the keen it dragged out of the other male, and the way his thighs tightened around your face, just how you’d imagined them. You had already let go of his wrists but his hands obediently stayed above his head, earning him a rewarding moan against his cock, as you slid it into your mouth.

You loved the weight of it on your tongue, and the taste of pre-cum slipping down your throat. You began bobbing your head in a slow pace, taking your time adjusting to the feeling, until he began slightly jerking his hips towards you. Looking up at him through your eyelashes, all you could see was his beautifully arched chest, his head thrown back against the table. His whines and moans were getting louder, music to your ears as you increased your pace.

As the head of his cock hit the back of your throat, you let out a choked moan, tears springing to your eyes. The feeling was heavenly, as you took him completely in your mouth, hands gripping his thighs tighter against your head. Honestly, you never knew you had a such a kink until this moment, but whatever this feeling was, you wanted to drown in it.

It was barely a few minutes later, when the man beneath you finally brought his arms down, hands gripping at your hair, as broken ‘’m close’ and ‘please’ fell from his lips over and over again. With a scream, he came, his come spilling down your throat as you forced yourself to swallow all that he was giving you. It was a few seconds before his cock went limp in your mouth, and you slowly pulled back, using your thumb to wipe the cum dripping down your chin and licking it clean, making a show for his hazy eyes.

You leaned in, nuzzling your face into his neck as you gently rubbed his thighs. “You wanna keep going?” You murmured against his skin. He put his arms back around you, letting out a groan before slightly shaking his head. “Not here. This thing is going to give me bruises with splinters.” He grumbled. You chuckled then let a hum of agreement, moving away from him to pick up your clothes. Cleaning him up with your coat, you dressed him with care, before dressing yourself.

You walked over to the door, with him walking right behind you, and were ready to try breaking it down again, but to your surprise and annoyance, the door was already unlocked. Hand in hand, you walked out to the deck only to find the entire crew assembled there with something of a bizarre party in full swing.

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There. That's that.

Part 2 will be up in a week. Probably.

I'll get there, I promise guys TwT.

[iluvpjo]

𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓽𝔂 𝓖𝓲𝓻𝓵 𝓖𝓮𝓽𝓼 𝓦𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓢𝓱𝓮 𝓦𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓼

Synopsis: Luke and you went to a party being held at camp that Mr. D and Chiron have no clue about, whilst there you happen to get drunk and your best friend Luke has to keep an eye on you and take you back to your cabin. When you guys get back you drunkenly spill your feelings for him and start to get touchy, and your best friend has a hard time saying no to you.

Warning(s): NSFW! MDNI, alcohol! Drunk reader, I never edit or proof read my fics btw ermmm

Pairing: Luke Castellan x fem reader

Word count: 7,938k (bit long sorry I got excited writing abt Luke for the first time haha)

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The night was drawn on for a long time, it seemed that no matter how many songs were played that no time was passing at all. Luke stood in the corner of the party underneath a tree, brushing off the few girls that attempted to speak to him. He didn’t wanna talk to them, not when he had to keep his eyes on you. His best friend for years, the two of you clicking immediately as soon as you arrived at camp, it was like you were meant for each other. In a platonic way obviously, the both of you thought — and lied to yourselves about it often.

There you were, stumbling around the party as your tired legs struggled to keep up. Luke furrowed his brows staring at you, he knew you were a strong girl but he couldn’t help but be worried for you. The two of you arrived at the party together but as you kept drinking and having fun you eventually grew apart from him, dancing like no one was watching in the crowds of other campers. It was shocking that Mr. D and Chiron hadn’t noticed the party at all, if they had then they’d surely have shut it down.

Luke eyed the cup you were holding, you’d probably swapped cups around seven to eight times by tonight. The classic red solo cups from the movies, one held loosely in your palm. With the way you were swaying around trying to stand properly you’d probably end up dropping your cup if you weren’t careful, then you’d come over and whine to Luke about it anyways. So Luke decided to approach you again, walking up beside you and gently tapping your shoulder to get your attention. You flinched for a second, shrugging your shoulder to get his hand off of you.

“Wha—? Get off me..” You murmured as you kept looking away, not yet noticing who the man was standing next to you. “It’s only me.” Luke replied, moving his hand back to touch your shoulder again. You smiled and turned your head as you heard his voice, your lips curled up a little crookedly. You definitely looked drunk. “Oh! Hey Lukeeee.. Where’ve you been? ‘Missed you.” You twisted around to open your arms and hug him, your cup falling to the ground absentmindedly. The cup you’d been holding for the last ten minutes, sipping and holding onto it like it was your most prized possession — discarded in just a second.

“You’re drunk.” Luke sighed and shook his head a little as he looked at you, your arms wrapped loosely around his torso and you pressed the side of your face to his chest. “Maybe a little tipsyyyy.. but I didn’t have THAT much to drink!” You laughed it off and shrugged your shoulders. “You’ve been going back and forth all night grabbing yourself drinks, you’re more than just a little tipsy.” Luke pinched his nose bridge before reluctantly rubbing your back.

You hummed happily as he pet your back “Hm? ‘You been watching me? Pfft.. Stalker.” You giggled again. Luke couldn’t help smiling to himself a little, shaking his head at you “Maybe we should head back to the cabins soon, yeah?” Luke suggested. He’d hoped that you’d agree and that you’d stop drinking, with the way you were already he was a little nervous thinking about you getting any drunker. “Whaaaat? Noooooo.. The party only just started!” You whined and stomped your foot on the dirt like a child who hadn’t gotten their way.

“We’ve been here for three hours already, aren’t you tired?” Luke asked you with a softer voice now after seeing you getting a little whiny. He didn’t like upsetting you, it hurt his heart when he did. He liked making you happy, he’d do anything to keep a smile on your face. He’d slay a man for you if you even just suggested the thought of it. “Tired? Nooo.. I’m very much awake! You can go to bed if you’re tired though, ‘you don’t need to stay here just for me..” You said to him as you slowly pulled away from your hug.

Luke gave a small pout to himself after you’d said that “No, I wouldn’t leave you alone here.” He answered immediately “I’m a big girl, I can take care of myself.” You shook your head at him as you wore a drunken smile. “I know you can, but I wouldn’t feel like a very good best friend if I left you by yourself.” Luke gave back a sympathetic smile, letting you know that he’d never doubt your ability to protect yourself. You were a big strong girl, but you were his big strong girl, so he couldn’t risk leaving you alone at the party to be talking to any other guys.

You stared at him blankly for a moment as you tried to process what he said, giggling to yourself a little as you swayed a bit. “Well.. now that you’re here with me.. let’s go dance!” You exclaimed and moved to grab both his hands in your excitedly. You acted excited every-time you two hung out together, like every moment hanging out together was a special thing— and it honestly was to you. Luke gave a soft sigh as you held onto his hands, shaking his head before giving you a small smile “..fine. Lead the way party girl.”

You dragged him along towards the center of it all, there were already a few drunk campers dancing together around you two. Luke regretted listening to your suggestion after you’d both stepped inside the small crowd of people, but the thought quickly faded away when he saw your bright smile on your face. It made him feel special that you always wore that big beautiful smile around him, and of course you would. He made you happy, there was never a bad moment with him, because the two of you were best friends for life.

“Dance with me!” You laughed and began to dance, swaying yourself side to side and twisting your body to go with the music. “You’ll be the death of me.” Luke commented to himself before joining you slowly, hoping not to attract any attention to the two of you. He copied as you did, swaying his body to the side and watching you with a glimmer in his eyes. Underneath the soft moonlight, the lit lanterns, and the occasional bright coloured lights scattered around the party, he thought you looked beautiful. He thought it often but it wasn’t often that it was ever spoken out loud.

After a couple minutes of dancing you began to grow tired, slowly letting yourself slump down. Luke caught you in his arms, letting you fall into his chest as you lost your balance. You giggled to yourself at your drunken clumsiness, putting your hands on his chest and moving your head to look up at him. “Don’t worry, I got’cha .” Luke murmured as he held your weight against him, making sure you wouldn’t fall to the floor and hurt yourself. “Heh.. Lukeeee..?” You slurred as you spoke to him.

“Yes?” Luke tilted his head at you and smiled to himself, wondering what drunken nonsense you’d spit up next. “Have I ever told you how much I loveee youuu?” You asked him, the question caught Luke off guard and he blinked confusedly for a second before answering. “What do you mean..?” He asked before shrugging and talking again “I- I think you’ve told me before. Maybe on my birthday or something.” He looked to the left trying to remember. “Mm.. Weeeeelllllll… I love you Luke! You’re my bestest friend forever and ever!!” You confessed to him.

“Yeah? I love ya too.” He couldn’t help but feel a weird weight on his chest after you’d said that, he thought that maybe you saying that last bit was a little unnecessary — of course he was your best friend forever and ever. But why had he expected you to have said something else? He tried to shake off the feeling, but he wasn’t able to. He couldn’t shake the feeling out of his chest when you were leaning your pretty face on it, nuzzling up against him like he was simply a warm pillow or something.

“Y-You’re so pretty Lukeeee.. Love you so much.” Luke could feel how drunk you were now with the way you were speaking to him, the look in your eyes also made him sorta nervous. Your drunken eyes stared up at his face through your long eyelashes, the alcohol not being able to mask the sheer look of want in your eyes. Luke stammered as he spoke, a little flustered from your words, but he tried to keep a regular mindset. “You think I’m pretty?” He asked and blinked confusedly “Of courseeee I do! I love your face.. and your eyes.. and your hair..” you started to mindlessly mumble.

Luke snapped you out of it “I think it’s time you go to bed sweet girl.” Luke mumbled back to you softly, moving his hand to gently rub your back. You nodded your head this time instead of fighting, moving your hands to cling to his chest. Luke sighed as he got what you wanted him to do, picking you up off of the ground and swinging you over his shoulder. He was lucky you weren’t the kind of drunk to get easily sick or else you probably would’ve thrown up your dinner from the action. You giggled to yourself in glee, swinging your legs back and forth as he held you tightly. It didn’t hurt but he didn’t want you to fall or anything, he was always so careful with you.

“Sleep over..” You told him as you both started heading over to the cabins, your head hanging low near his hips as he held you over his arm. “Hm? You want me to sleep over in your cabin with you?” Luke asked you, he wasn’t sure if he should — but he wasn’t sure if he shouldn’t. He’d feel bad if you became sick and needed him, but you were the luckiest camper in the world and had a whole cabin to yourself. Luke wouldn’t be able to simply sleep in an empty bunk or something like that, if he was gonna sleep over he’d have to sleep right next to you. The two of you hadn’t done something like that before, perhaps you both sat on your bed talking but you’d never actually slept together.

“Yeahhh!! Please Luke?” He couldn’t see you but he knew that you were making those puppy dog eyes at him, probably pouting your lips too like usual whenever you’d ask him for something. “Hm.. Okay, I’ll sleep over. I’ll take care of you, my drunken girl.” He snickered a little to himself after saying that last bit playfully. You liked his comment too, because not only did Luke hear you giggling but also because (and he couldn’t see you doing it) you were blushing.

Luke walked up to your cabin and swung open the door, closing and locking it behind the two of you so no campers would come in while you were sleeping. Luke walked over to your bed and set you down gently, lying you on your back so you’d be comfortable. You smiled up at him stupidly as he set you down, your hands making grabby motions towards him ushering him to come down towards you. Luke shook his head with a smile at your antics, kicking off his shoes and laying down beside you.

Luke laid on his back facing the ceiling, feeling a little bit awkward as he was lying there beside you. You turned around as soon as he laid down, twisting onto your side to face him happily. “Hehe, hi.” You giggled to yourself as you stared at him, Luke decided to amuse you and he turned to face you like you did to him. “Hello.” He chuckled quietly to himself at your drunken silliness, he didn’t really like you being drunk but he couldn’t lie that he found your drunken antics to be rather cute.

“Lukkkeeeee..” You dragged his name out to get his attention, he rolled his eyes for a second “Yes? What is it now, hm?” He hummed “You’re so handsome.. ‘love you..” You softly spoke, your eyes looking at him a little dazed. Luke had been getting flustered from you more than enough times tonight, and now that you’d said that he was flustered yet again. He blinked in surprise and slight confusion, wondering to himself why you’d say that so suddenly. He figured it was the alcohol.

“What makes you think that?” He asked you a little quietly, smiling to himself as he looked back at you. “I told youuuuu! Everything about you is so handsome and pretty.. My pretty boy.” You answered his question, slowly moving to nuzzle your head against his chest. Luke was more than surprised now, completely caught off guard yet again. ‘Is this still.. friendly?’ Luke thought to himself as he felt you nuzzle your face against him. “You’re drunk sweet girl, you ‘dunno what you’re talkin’ about..” Luke said, moving one of his hands to gently rub his knuckles against your soft cheek.

Luke could feel the heat radiating off of your face, your cheeks were flushed and flustered — and not only from the alcohol. “I might be drunk, but I know you’re still a pretty boy..” You pouted your lips as you said that. ‘Why’s he not taking me seriously? I’m not stupid.. I’m not THAT drunk.’ You thought to yourself, did he think that you were so drunk that you wouldn’t be able to remember his gorgeous face? Never. Not when you thought about him so often. He was your best friend, how could you not? Especially when you had secret feelings for him.

Unfortunately however, your drunk self had absolutely no clue that it was supposed to be a secret. Here you were mumbling about how pretty he is to you, and dragging your fingernails up and down his arm gently leaving goosebumps in your wake. “You thinkin’ straight party girl? I think the alcohol is getting to you, maybe it’s best we go to sleep..” Luke answered with a softer voice, his face etched with concern. Luke moved his hand to touch your forehead, feeling your temperature.

He then moved his hand down to feel your cheek. Your drunken self smiled dumbly at his actions, leaning into the touch affectionately like he was just cupping your face for fun. “I’m fine Luke, ‘m not a baby. I don’t wanna go to sleep, ‘m not tired.” You whined and furrowed your eyebrows at him. He would’ve thought you were genuinely upset if it weren’t for the cute pout that painted your lips, or for the soft gradient on your cheeks. “You’re drunk, and you’re not thinking right. Sleep’s good for you.” Luke replied.

“Hmph. ‘Don’t care. Why do you think I’m not thinking right? I’m thinking completely normally!” You huffed and moved back a little, crossing your arms over your chest. There was a soft pang in Luke’s chest, he didn’t wanna see you upset - even if you were acting like a bit of a whiny brat. He spoiled you with the way he treated you, and tonight would be no different. He was your best friend and he’d take care of you for as long as the boy could breathe, protecting you and serving you with his life practically.

“No, you’re not. You keep complimenting me and telling me you love me, you’re obviously out of it.” Luke pinched his nose bridge, but he wasn’t annoyed nor irritated with you at all. He’d never be like that with you. “But you ARE pretty and handsome.. And I DO love you. What’s wrong with what I’m saying? You don’t like itttt?” You asked him, tilting your pretty head to the side. “It’s not that. It’s just- you’d never say this stuff sober.” Luke couldn’t help chuckling to himself a little, despite the slight weight his sentence had on his own heart.

“I’m worried about what you’ll think when I’m sober.” You were quick to answer, like you’d already thought of it when you weren’t drunk. “I’d never get upset with you, you know that. But you don’t really think these things when you’re sober.. do you?” Luke was preparing for you to tell him that it was some sort of joke. His heart already hurt thinking about it. “Huh? ‘Course I do. I think about you alllllll the timeeee!” You confessed with a soft laugh “No you don’t, the alcohol is messing with your head.” Luke sighed softly and shook his head.

‘Why doesn’t he believe me?’ You thought to yourself, feeling Luke’s hand comfortingly caress your cheek like he was taking care of someone sick. You weren’t sick. “You can’t tell me what I think.. and the alcohol isn’t messing with my head!!” You complained, starting to get a little irritated that he wasn’t believing your words. “Of course it’s messing with your head sweet girl, why else would you be saying these things?” He asked “Because its true. Because you’re my pretty best friend, and I thought it was obvious that I wan’ more than that..” You huffed.

You didn’t even realise the words that just escaped your lips, not even after you’d said it. You were drunk, and when you were drunk you’d just say whatever’s on your mind, even if it was a secret you were never meant to speak out loud. “W-Wait.. Huh? You.. want more than us being friends? Like what?” Luke already knew the answer but for some reason the doubt in his brain was telling him that you obviously meant something else. You couldn’t want him like a lover, why would you when you were the most perfect girl in the world to him. You could probably have any guy you want, why’d you want him?

“Sometimes when I look at your face for too long I get sad that I can’t kiss you..” You confessed, your eyes moving from staring at his face in general to down at his lips. Luke licked his lips to wet them absentmindedly. “You do?” He was torn, not knowing wether or not if it was just the alcohol talking. “So often.. It surprises me that you can’t tell- but I’m glad you can’t. Don’t wan’ you to know how I feel about you because I ‘dunno how you’d react.” You confessed with this slight sad look on your face.

“I think you just told me? But sweet girl, how do you know it isn’t just the alcohol talking? Making you think you’ve got feelings that aren’t really there?” Luke asked and pulled you in for a hug, feeling upset with himself that he was making you sad. “Because I don’t just feel them when I’m drunk! I wan’ you everyday… I wanna kiss you and hug you, I want so much more than what we have..” You sighed and lowered your head to bury it into his chest. “I.. I ‘dunno if I can accept your feelings when you’re drunk sweet girl.” Luke started to gently rub your back to comfort you again.

“Whyyyyyy..?” You were pouting your lips again, and you looked like your eyes were about to well up with tears. Luke felt his heart shatter for you, he was making you feel like this? Luke pulled away from the hug that he’d roped you into, keeping his hands on your shoulders so that you’d look up at his face when he spoke next. “I wouldn’t wan’ you to make any bad decisions when you’re drunk. If I accept your feelings right now then you’re probably gonna wanna kiss and eventually that’d lead to making out and- I just don’t want you to wake up upset the next day regretting it.” Luke looked you in the eyes.

“Hmph!” You huffed and looked away from him, whining to yourself in your head about how you weren’t getting what you wanted. “You know what? You’re right.” You said, returning your gaze to look up at him with slightly squinted eyes. “Alright.. Thank y-“ you cut Luke off before he could finish his sentence “-I would wanna kiss you tonight. And I would wanna makeout with you too. But you’re wrong about me regretting it, I don’t regret anything I do with you.” You finished. “I’m sober, and you’re not, it feels wrong. Like I’d be taking advantage of you.” Luke explained.

“Like I’d care if you did.” You rolled your eyes at him before ever so slowly moving to kiss his cheek, Luke let you at first but as you kept leaving soft kisses pressed against his jaw he had to try and regain his composure and gently push your head away. “That’s not good thinking sweet girl. I’d never forgive myself for taking advantage of you like this.” Luke shook his head like he was already disappointed in himself. “You wouldn’t be! T-Think of it as me taking advantage of you!” You suggested with a small excited look on your face.

“How would that even work?” Luke questioned quizzically as he furrowed his eyebrows at you, “Like.. I’d be taking advantage of what a good best friend you are, you’re always trying to make me happy and treat me nicely.. and you know, accepting my feelings would make me real happy.” You moved closer and gazed into his eyes longingly with want. “It’d make you happy now but what about in the morning?” Luke felt like he was slowly losing this non existent battle with you. But little did he know that he had lost the battle before it even started, because of course he’d give you whatever you wanted at the drop of a hat - why should this be any different?

“In the morning I’d probably feel.. like having swollen lips, and I’d probably feel pretty warm from having you curled up to me.” You answered “That’s not what I mean sweet girl and you know that. We kiss and I accept your feelings and then what happens tomorrow? What if you regret it all?” Luke was struggling to keep himself from immediately giving in to you, he already felt like kissing you just staring at your face like how he was. “If I regret it then we can pretend it didn’t happen. And if I don’t regret it? It happens again..” You felt like you were begging him at this point.

“Hm…. Fine. But you’re the one who begged me for this. Please, I hope you don’t regret asking for it.” Luke spoke that last sentence to himself even as he kept staring at you. Slowly, Luke began to close the gap between the two of you. You eagerly leaned in and closed your eyes, feeling his lips gently brush up against yours. His lips were soft and suddenly it was like this kiss had reawakened every positive thought you had about him right then and there, releasing all the feelings and desires for him. You kissed him back, beginning to move your lips against his.

Luke did the same thing, your lips moving together in sync as you both kissed. Luke felt slightly guilty but he also felt relieved to be able to finally do something like this, the pressure that was resting on his chest had been lifted off of it. Luke moved one of his hands to caress your hair affectionately, the other hand gently grasping your waist. You felt better than ever, your arms moving to wrap around his neck loosely. The way Luke was kissing you was so gentle and sweet, it wasn’t like how you’d fantasised but you still found it really nice!

Your drunken self took a little more action, keeping the kiss gentle and sweet but making a move to switch things up just a little. You parted your lips slightly, darting your pink tongue out just past your lips to attempt to enter his mouth. Luke caught on and quickly had to have an internal conversation with himself on wether or not he should let you, but then found himself wondering why in the world he wouldn’t let his best friend get what she wants, what she deserves. He let your tongue inside his mouth, which made you let out a soft hum/moan of delight.

It made you feel hot already, your tongue finally exploring the inside of his mouth; It felt lewd, it felt good. Luke could taste the faint taste of alcohol which made him a little irked at first, but he then relaxed as he tasted the aftertaste of some fruity flavour your alcohol was mixed with. Luke slowly moved his tongue against yours as you guys kissed, tongues not fighting for dominance but instead just playing with each other. You leaned forward to try and move your body closer to him, which made your tongue slightly slide further into his mouth which caused him to let out a quiet moan.

You would’ve teased him about it if your own mouth wasn’t occupied. You moved your hands again, one moving to grab his hair gently and the other hand moving to rest on his hip as you both moved to sit up a little more on the bed. Luke then slowly moved his own hands off of you before grabbing at your hips and tugging you forward, your weight landing in his lap. Your head felt spinny and you felt very giddy as he placed you in his lap, your knees on either side of him. You guys eventually broke away from the kiss, drawing a soft whine from you.

“Be patient sweet girl, ‘both need time to breathe..” Luke chuckled softly to himself at your reaction to him pulling away, both of you taking a breather for a moment. Your eyes blinked in confusion when you felt something weird, like there was something pulsing underneath you or something. Your eyes drifted down to look at where you were sitting in his lap, your jaw opening just a little to elicit a soft gasp from your lips. You could tell he was hard, and what you’d felt before was him twitching.

Luke rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly now, glancing away a little flusteredly as his cheeks became pink. “Sorry about that, can’t control it.. it- it’ll go away on its own don’t worry about that.” Luke looked embarrassed as he said that, making you wanna kiss him again. “What if I don’t want it to?” You asked him with a sly grin, a playful tone to your voice. “Huh? What do you mean, what’re you gonna-“ Luke clenched his teeth and shut his mouth when he felt your hips grind against him.

His head fell back slowly as he felt your fronts pressing against each other’s, “Y-You don’t have to- we really shouldn’t-“ Luke tried to speak. It was mainly distinguishable except for the few moans and groans that interrupted it. You kept moving slowly against him until his hands on your hips gripped tighter and he made you pause your actions. “Huh?” You asked with a dumb look on your face, ‘Was I not allowed to do that?’ Your face now looked a little guilty.

“Sweet girl, I thought we wouldn’t be doing anything you’d be regretting tomorrow?” He asked and you shook your head “W-We are! I won’t regret this, please just let me-“ He cut you off this time. “-Hold on. Hold on. I- Is that you I’m feeling?” Luke asked after taking a quick sharp breath, you confusedly looked down at where he was looking and grew a little embarrassed. You’d worn a skirt to the party, and right now he could feel the panties under your skirt becoming soaked by the minute.

“S-Sorry!! J-Just wan’ you..” You gave a guilty look, pouting your lips and feeling kinda embarrassed. Luke stayed silent for a moment which made you feel worse, until his hands on your hips guided you to grind back down on him again. “I can tell you need this.. and who am I to deprive you of your needs?” Luke sighed as he gave in yet again, his own needs being met too now. Your eyes fluttered shut and you struggled not to make loud high pitched moans, but you tried your best and instead was little out heaps of soft breathy moans instead.

“You’re so pretty in my lap.. should’ve had you here a long time ago, huh, sweet girl?” Luke asked you with a slight playful tone, you could tell he was teasing you. You wanted to say something smart but your drunk brain just wanted to nod “Y-Yes.. Would’ve loved to sit in your lap Luke..” You admitted shamelessly. “I would’ve felt guilty having you sit in my lap though.. Because I know I’d get hard and I couldn’t be thinking perverted things of my best friend like that.” Luke kissed your jaw.

Kisses were peppered along your jawline, making your head tilt back. “I would’ve loved it.. Would’ve acted all stupid and clueless so I’d have an excuse to rub up against you..” You giggled as you confessed “I’m not dumb sweetheart, I would’ve noticed that right away.” Luke chuckled “Mm.. would you have done anything to stop me?” You tilted your head at him “…Maybe not.” Luke shrugged before kissing your lips again.

While kissing together your hands found their way down to the end of Luke’s shirt, creeping their way up underneath. Luke paused your movements for a moment, pulling away from the kiss and making you confused for a second. He then slid his shirt up over his head and threw it to the ground, you then felt giddy and excited as you saw his exposed torso and chest. “So pretty..” You mumbled to yourself drunkly before moving your head to kiss his collarbone, making Luke take a sharp inhale. You weren’t thinking much when you made your movements, only taking what you wanted.

Your hands touched over his muscles, caressing his abs with your gentle hands. “You’re killing meeee…” Luke drew his words out, giving a small smirk as his own hands rubbed gently at your hips. “Mm.. ‘love you..” You replied and kept touching him, exploring him like you’ve been wanting to do for a long time now. Months, maybe even years now, and you were finally getting what you wanted. Of course, you could’ve easily asked him earlier but you weren’t confident enough to do it.

You stopped your hands after touching him for a minute, remembering that you should take your top off too. You quickly and eagerly pulled the fabric over your head and dropped it off the side of the bed, sitting there on his lap with this big dumb smile on your face. “..Wow.” Luke’s eyes widened as he took in the sight of your barely covered chest, his hands moving to grasp at your pudgy breasts inside your bra. “Have you been wanting to touch them as badly as I’ve been wanting you to?” You asked him with a glimmer of hope on your face.

“Of course I have. They’re so pretty.. all for me?” Luke asked you with a smug look on his face, of course you nodded your pretty little head. There was no point in lying when he already knew the truth. Luke moved his hands off of your covered breasts and unclipped your bra so that they’d be free “Is this still okay?” He asked you afterwards. “Yep!!” You nodded again, taking his hands in yours and placing them back over your now naked breasts. As you watched him fondle you your eyes glanced down at his veiny arms, his hands were veiny too, it made your heart flutter.

“Your hands are so…” You got lost in your own thoughts, just as Luke did when he was finally touching you. Luke’s fingers curiously pinched your nipples for a moment which made you whine, after this he decided to curiously bend his neck down and place one into his mouth. You didn’t stop him, you didn’t want to. You sat there like a pretty little doll for him on his lap and let him explore his thoughts, his mouth sucking and tugging on your nipple appreciatively. “I-if you keep sucking them you’re gonna leave a hickey!” You pouted your lips, yet you enjoyed the attention he was giving you.

“I don’t think that’s possible sweetheart.. but even if it was, would you complain?” He looked up at you through his half lidded eyes, wanting to hear your words. If you said yes he’d pull off immediately, yet you bashfully shook your head and said no. “That’s what I thought.” Luke chuckled quietly before moving to your other breast, sucking on the other one a little more harsher and drawing out a soft moan from you. Your fingers found themselves in his hair, grasping his head a little to keep him where he was.

When you had enough of him abusing your nipples you let go and he got the idea to pull off, moving back and staring down at you in his lap again. “You sure you still want me to do this sweet girl?” He asked you, caressing your face in his hand. You leaned into his touch and nodded your head “Yes, please?” You asked him. Luke sighed and then smiled down at you, moving his hand from your cheek to ruffle your hair “Anything for my girl.” Luke answered. He couldn’t say no to you, you were his favourite girl.

Luke pulled your skirt and underwear down at the same time, and you lifted yourself off of his lap to let him pull them off of you. He threw your skirt onto the floor and held your underwear in his hand for a moment, admiring the wet spot in the middle that covered your crotch. “D-Don’t look at that..” You whined in embarrassment, moving shyly to try and take them from his hands. Luke lifted his arm up so you wouldn’t be able to grab them, his taller height putting you at a disadvantage. “Am I embarrassing you sweet girl?” He chuckled to himself “Y-Yes.” You huffed with pink cheeks, pouting at him and furrowing your eyebrows.

“You’re so cute.” Luke chuckled again as he admired your reaction “But sweetheart, I’m not trying to embarrass you. Promise. I’m just simply admiring this mess you’ve made for me..” Luke reassured you, slowly putting the pair into the pocket of his pants. “H-Hey are you taking those?!” You asked him flusteredly, “I am. That a problem? I’ll give them back if it is.” Luke asked you and tilted his head. You huffed and sat back before saying “..No..” and giving him this coy look.

“I’ll take good care of them.. Actually, I shouldn’t make false claims like that. When you get them back they’ll be more ruined than when I got them.” Luke admitted before kissing your jaw softly and then pulling away, you would’ve made some comment but you shut yourself up as Luke slowly began to undo his pants. He moved you off of his lap for a moment so he could take them off, placing them carefully on the floor so that his prize he got off of you wouldn’t fall out of his pocket.

Luke then pulled down his underwear, letting his already hardened cock spring up to life. Your eyes watched it hungrily, your tongue darting to lick your lips as they suddenly felt dry. “You’re staring sweetheart.” He snickered at you before joining you back onto the bed, crawling on top of you and pushing you down gently so your back hit the blankets beneath you. You felt pretty flustered but you wanted to go through with this for sure, it was everything you could’ve wanted. “S-Sorry Lukeeeee… you look BIG.” You commented softly, your drunken mind speaking your thoughts out loud.

“You still wanna do thi-“ you cut him off “Yes, I do! Do you?” You asked him and pouted your lips a little, you’d hoped he wouldn’t say no but you wouldn’t force him if he did. Luke smiled down at you “Of course I do.” He answered and kissed your lips again before pulling back. Luke moved one of his arms that were beside your head, his hand creeping down between your legs. You felt shy being so exposed but the alcohol in your system kept you from hiding away, Luke’s fingers slowly and curiously dipped between your thighs to gently touch your clit.

It was more like a poke at first as he started exploring you, but then he started to gently rub at your soft bundle of nerves and it made you squeal. “A-ah..” You whined as he began to touch you down there, you were pretty sensitive at times and you’d guessed that right now it was one of those times. Luke smirked down at you appreciatively, his fingers continuing to rub at your clit to get you extra wet for him. Your hips grinded up against his hand, shuddering for a moment or two. “F-Feels good..” you whimpered “Looks like it does.” Luke responded.

“D-Don’t tease me!” You huffed a little, Luke only chuckled and shook his head at you “I wouldn’t think of doing such a thing sweet girl.” The way he looked down at you gave you butterflies. Your legs unwillingly parted a little more on their own, spreading yourself out even more for him. Luke could see everything now and he felt like he was getting the best show of his life, his fingers slowly moved from your clit and he began to drag his hand down between your slick covered folds.

You stared at him with anticipation, your chest moving up and down as you breathed heavily. Luke pushed a finger inside and felt no resistance, snickering to himself quietly before pushing in another. This time there was a slight resistance but it didn’t cause you any pain or discomfort, you were wet with slick covering your entire pussy so of course it wouldn’t be too hard for his fingers to find their way inside. “A-Ah’ Lukeeee..” You bit on your bottom lip as you felt his fingers inside of you, waiting for them to move or do SOMETHING.

“You���re so wet sweet girl, all for me..” Luke admired the way your pussy clenched around his fingers, he began to move his hand slowly. His fingers curled, pushing in and out of you ever so slowly. He didn’t mean to tease you and make you whine, he just wanted to make sure you’d be prepared, but as soon as your pretty lips went and said “Luke! Please, just- move them faster.. please?” You begged, he stopped playing around and listened to you. He’d never wanna make you beg for something, you were his girl, he’d never do that to you.

His fingers began to move faster now, his fingers making this flicking motion inside of you as he dug his fingers inside even further. It felt good, it made you start to squirm and moan on the bed, which drove Luke absolutely crazy. The sounds of your moaning and the squelching of your pussy around his fingers made his own cock begin to twitch and leak with precum, dripping onto his own thigh. Luke kept fingering your hole though to open you up, “Could I slip in another finger or would that be too much?” He asked you with a sweet voice.

“P-Put it in..” You answered. Luke hummed and let a third finger push into your tiny hole, stretching you out more for when it was time for his aching cock to enter you. His movements didn’t stop, he kept finger fucking you with three fingers now which definitely stretched you out. Luke could feel your pussy inside opening up even more for him and that’s when he asked “Could I enter you now sweet girl? That still alright?” He looked down at you as he asked. “Y-Yes please!!” You reached out for him and beckoned him to come closer and fuck you.

Luke withdrew his fingers from your hole, leaving you twitching and leaking as he reached for his own cock. He stroked himself for a moment before slowly lining himself up with you, pushing the head of his cock in slowly. “A-ah..” You groaned and clenched your teeth “Is it too much? Need me to pull out?” He asked worriedly but you shook your head “No! P-Please. It feels good.. J-Just- keep going..” You gulped. Luke noticed now that you weren’t moaning from pain and he was happy to listen to your request.

He kept slowly pushing in, inch by inch he filled you up. He was halfway through when he noticed this dazed look in your eyes “You alright sweet girl?” He asked and tapped your cheek with his hand to get your attention, you giggled and nodded your head “R-Really good. It feels good. A-Are you in?” You asked a little bashfully. “I’m halfway in sweetheart, Is it too much for you?” He asked “No!! Y-You just feel big.. and good.. keep going” you encouraged him.

Luke hummed and listened, pushing in even more until he filled you up fully. You were squirming now even though he hadn’t moved, “My stomach hurts.. but it feels so good! P-Please move now, please fuck me..” You threw your head back against the sheets. Luke listened and began to move inside of you, setting a slow pace at first to get you used to how his cock felt rubbing up against you. Of course it didn’t take long for you to get needy though and start to buck your hips back up against him.

“No need for that sweetheart. You want me to go faster or harder and you just tell me. You don’t need to work for it.” Luke reassured you and grabbed your hips a little roughly so you’d stop moving them. Luke then set the pace to be faster, slamming his hips against you and fucking you hard like you’d been wanting for as long as you could think. “YES! Ah!~” You felt yourself being folded in half by him, he moved closer and threw your legs over his shoulders so he could pound you even deeper.

Luke let out a guttural groan as he was fucking you, unable to keep his own sounds inside. It felt too good for the both of you to stay quiet, but at least you didn’t share a cabin with anyone. Your arms moved to cling to Luke, pulling him down slightly closer to you so that you could hug his neck. You would’ve pulled him closer but your legs could only bend so far. You could feel Luke drilling your cunt, pressing up against your cervix and making this aching feeling in your stomach— but despite that it felt like heaven on earth.

“It feels so good! Lukeeee, I love you!!~” You moaned out, you looked like you were absolutely fucked out at this point. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head, your legs were twitching, and you knew by tomorrow that your hips would feel awful but you couldn’t worry about that right now. Not with his incessant fucking into your tight hole. Luke admired the way you looked, your blissful face looked like how he’d imagined whenever he’d touch himself to the thought of you. He kept moving his hips with perfect stamina, moving on of his hands to dip back between your legs.

His cock kept hitting this perfect part inside your pussy which was making you feel real good, he then added a bit more stimulation to your pussy by rubbing at your clit up and down with his thumb. It was a little overstimulating and before you could say anything you ended up cumming, your pussy clenching around him and twitching inside. Your whole body shook for a moment as you were cumming, and Luke watched with delight as he watched your orgasm unfold.

Luke had fucked you through your orgasm but when you stopped shaking he paused his movements, about to pull out when you stopped him. You were a little tired looking now, trying to catch your breath as you spoke “B-But you haven’t came yet..” You felt guilty “I know, but I don’t wanna overstimulate you sweet girl.” Luke looked at you with worry as he didn’t wanna hurt you. “F-Fuck it.. I’m a strong girl, keep doing it.. please?” Luke couldn’t help but listen to you, if that’s what you wanted then that’s what you were gonna get.

“Tell me if it’s too much.” Luke warned you once.

Once, before he then moved his hips again. He was going faster now as he stopped worrying about your orgasm, now drilling himself into your cunt to try and get himself to cum. You were of course shaking from this, it was definitely a lot for your pussy to handle, but you’d be strong for him. It’s not like it felt bad either, because it felt really good! Luke kept fucking your hips for a moment or two, relentless and carefree with the pace he was setting.

“I- I’m gonna cum.. where do you want me to cum sweetheart?” He asked you quickly, knowing he had to pull out and cum somewhere. “I dunnoooooo… my thighs?” You suggested and let go of his neck so he could move away. Luke pulled back away from you, sitting up between your legs. Luke stopped fucking you and quickly pulled out of your hole, making you whine a little before he then let his load out onto your thighs, some of it dripping down towards your cunt anyways.

Luke used his hand to push it away, looking down at you lovingly after he’d finished cumming all over your thighs. “I love you so much.. did that feel good? Was that okay?” He asked you to make sure you were alright “Y-Yes.. it felt SO good! Thank you Luke, I love youuuuuu.” You giggled and pulled him back down onto the bed beside you to cuddle up to him.

“Be careful sweetheart you’ve still got my cum on you.” Luke warned, rubbing your back gently as you cuddled up to him. “How about we go for a shower, yeah? I think everyone’s gone to bed now, and whoever isn’t is still partying so we should be just fine.” Luke suggested and you gave a tired nod. Luke scooped you up bridal style in his arms and grabbed two towels for each of you, putting them on you guys before leaving your cabin.

He was right, when the both of you entered the boys shower room there was no one else there. You two quickly showered, Luke had to help you stand up and he even kindly cleaned you even though you said you didn’t need any help. After the shower he took you guys back both to your cabin, dried and dressed you both, and then joined you to go to sleep. “Mm.. Aren’t you worried about getting caught in here?” You asked tiredly “Nah, we’ll be alright sweet girl. Just go to sleep.” Luke murmured as he held you close and kissed your forehead.

[7ouls]

im REAAAAALLY sorry for the likje longest wait ever but in the meanwhile i've wiorked on my oc too so i'll prob post abt it soon. sorry if this is short or bad but it took me a long time to get motivation to write this 😓

(this isnt proofread so if u see any mistakes dont mind them i’ll correct them tomorrow cause im too tired)

fem! reader btw

Daisuke never liked to rely too much on other people, he was always told how annoying he can be so that would make him even more of a weight than he already is.

Although he can’t complain when his girlfriend is the one who gets to take care of him. After what happened at the Tulpar you could see big changes in his attitude, he tried to smile at you but you can see that it’s not the same genuine lovely smile he used to give you in the past, when he was still on earth with you.

You were his girlfriend before he got the news from his parents about the internship and no matter how much you tried to convince him to not leave he still did, promising you that he’d come back for you. He wasn’t wrong, but this isn’t what you were expecting.

He had many scars around his body, barely able to move. He was put in a wheelchair for a few months, just until the scars have healed and he could get back in feet.

Daisuke’s parents found him a therapist, ignoring the boy’s wishes not to. Because after all he had you, you were the only one who he opened up with about what happened to all of them, about how guilty he felt for them. You were the one holding him in your arms after he cried on your shoulder for hours, you were the one changing his dirty bandages but most of all you were the one that loved him.

At nights like this you liked to wait until Daisuke was sleeping to leave him on your shared bed and go out your balcony to watch the sky filled with the city’s light, and when days were harder you took the hidden pack of cigarettes and light one up.

As you were watching the sky above your head you felt moving inside the house but didn’t think much of it, as it could be your pet just wandering around.

Your presumption turned out to be wrong as you heard your name be yelled from your bedroom, you quickly get inside to check on the voice and found your boyfriend on the floor. You run to him and slowly get him back on your bed. He pouts seeing your worried face checking for any damage.

“Are you okay? How did you get down there, most importantly why were you th-“ He stops you before you can bombard him with even more questions.

“I’m sorry Y/n, i just needed to drink something and when i saw that you weren’t here i tried to take it myself but i couldn’t...” You could see the disappointment in his eyes, you thought he might be feeling like a weight on your shoulders so you tried your best to comfort him.

“Daisuke look at me. You don’t have to apologise, it’s my fault. I should’ve been there for you but i wasn’t and i’m sorry about that. You shouldn’t force yourself to move too much, the doctors said that your body is still too fragile to sudden movements.” The boy looked at you, the mention of doctors saddened him.

“I’m so tired of these doctors, i sometimes wish you could be the one treating me instead. And the therapist girl always keeps trying to make me spill stuff, is it wrong that i don’t want to talk about it? She keeps asking about you a lot too, she might be thinking that you know more than her.”

“She wouldn’t be wrong, if it makes you feel any better i could try speaking with her.” He tiredly nodded at you and you both get back in bed, drifting off into sleep while holding him.

“Goodnight Y/n, i love you.”

IDK HOW I FEEL ABOUT THIS. i weote it in 2 hours so maybe that why its so bad and yea im so tired idek what im saying

[link-20xx]

can u explain all the fallenchungus lore literally all I can find is that he made unattractive fart fetish porn and I've avoided twitter for like a good week and people are talking about a massive downfall and im SO out of the loop

Hi. Okay. I’m gonna try the best I can. I’m putting this under the cut for people who don’t care.

Fallen Chungus’ main problem is that he’s kind of just really annoying, but he’s so annoying everyone hates him. But he’s done some kind of insane shit so I’m gonna try and summarize what I can

- he has said he is going to kill himself publicly like 8 times now. I feel for the guy I get it but it’s to the point where he does it whenever anything goes wrong and I know he is not being honest abt it because he says he will do it, then says that he was released the next day. The worst one was when he said that he took like 80 Advil when you Can Not do that (speaking from experience) because your body begins to throw up the pills because it doesn’t like that many. Even if he did manage to get 80 down/if he did take pills (I’m sure he did, but just exaggerated) 80 is an insane exaggeration because that would leave him disabled for life. Like his liver would have stopped working and he’d have like… 10 years to live w/o a transplant. That’s the main thing that pisses me off abt him LOL but

-he was shit talking his family online when his aunt came out and said that he was actually pretty abusive and his family has been trying to help him because they’re worried. He told his fans to review bomb her small business and then just like ignored it ever happened

- made fun of a 14 year old for self shipping for like no reason then got mad when people were like “hey man they’re 14”

- he said “young [n word]” (the abbreviation of the first two letters) and when ppl were like haha hey man jsyk that means something different than you think, he said he knew what it meant but he wasn’t calling anyone it so it was fine. (He was directly calling someone it)

- some people say he made incestious animal crossing porn but i think that’s kinda an over reaction. It was just Isabelle reacting to her brothers farts which is like.. kinda weird but nothing crazy idk. He also drew kuromi fart porn when she’s 5 but idk if a lot of people know the hello Kitty characters are that young and not just like chibis?? So that doesn’t seem that bad

Okay now for just the funny stuff

- he made a thread with a fucking. Drawing and everything called “the kid, the unc, and the gooner” and hyped it up like it was gonna be something crazy. He publicly said he had a fart fetish after hyping it up for days and then said things every normal person agrees on, like “kids shouldn’t be in nsfw spaces” and nothing new was added to the conversation. He said porn artists were bad because autistic people could get hyperfixated on porn. A week later people found his newly made porn account

- he says he’s done with the internet forever then comes back a day later. Longest he’s been away is 2 weeks. No one wants him here he is killing himself online

- says the r slur so much it’s insane I have never heard someone say it with such hatred before. It’s really funny to hear him say because of how intense he says it ngl 😭😭

- he was like homeless for a while? That’s not like funny I just feel I should mention he was homeless because his parents couldn’t take how terminally online he was

- he had a job for 4 days then got fired for arguing on Twitter all day

- had a breakdown and said he would not be this generations Chris chan

- one of my friends used to run in the same circles as him and she says he was really really rude

Now for my favorite:

- when he decided was done with the fallen Chungus account he decided to sell it. The buyer gave him 500 dollars so chungus gave him the account. Chungus than freaked out, decided he didn’t want to, and gave him the 500 dollars back. But the guy already had the account so he just. Took the account. And everyone likes the new guy more. They ended up being cool until he kept getting more and more annoying and finally said he’d stop posting online, but asked him if he could still promote his Roblox game. He said “what” and chungus blocked him

Thats everything I remember. I’m so sorry if you read all this I feel I’ve cursed you. But basically everything could be solved if everyone went outside I think

[behindthescenesoftaylor]

Hey! So lately I've been thinking about Kyle x (fem) reader who is like really abusive but it's because her drinking problem and all her unhealthy relationships she's been in which Kyle finds out moments before he was about to break up with her because of her abusive behaviour and instead of breaking up he decided to try to help her somehow.

(Aged up ofc) A little fucked up idea but if you feel comfortable with writing something like that I would be grateful!

Addiction Kyle broflovski X Addicted! Reader

TW!! ALCOHOL ADDICTION

Kyle goes to confront (y/n), and finds out a terrible secret and the reason why she was so abusive.

1,100 words | afab reader | aged up characters | if you didn’t like it tell me what you didn’t like and I’ll change it for you! :)

IDK ABT THIS ONE GUYSSS I FEEL LIKE ITS RUSHED 😢

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This was it

Kyle was finally going to break up with (y/n). The bruises were too much, the insults were too much, and the excuses he would make when his roommates asked about how they were doing was too much.

He walked down the buildings hall, looking for her apt room, her roommate had moved out long ago, leaving her alone. Sadly, for him all that did was worsen the situation. He loved her, don’t get him wrong, but with every hit, insult, and bruise he found his love lowering and lowering until finally he couldn’t take it anymore.

His fast-paced walking stopped when he finally got to her door. He anxiously bit his lip, let’s hope she doesn’t make this too hard. He knocked, surprisingly loudly, the knock echoed through the hallways, but there was no answer.

“Fuck” he muttered, reaching for his pocket where he had a spare that was for situations like these. He entered the key and twisted it in before opening the door. A faint fan could be heard over the door squeak and he looked around, she’s not in the living room.

“(Y/n)?!” He yelled out. He scanned the whole dorm, there was no sight of her. What he could see though was an open notebook on her bed. Now, Kyle wasn’t the one to snoop, but this one time curiosity took the best of him. He grabbed the notebook, running his fingers along the spine as he turned to read the contents.

It just keeps getting worse, I’ve tried and tried so many times. Kyle doesn’t deserve me, he doesn’t deserve this, but i need him. There’s times i don’t remember what i did, but i could feel it.

He tilted his head and flipped the page to the next one, nothing. He then turned it to the first ever page in the notebook.

December 20th, 2021

I recently tried alcohol, and it was euphoric. It felt like for once in my life, all my worries went away. I’m thinking about making this an all time thing

March 2nd, 2022

I don’t think I’ve been a week without alcohol since i first started. The hangovers suck, but it’s all worth it.

October 31, 2022

I met this guy named Kyle, he’s amazing and I’m hoping we can maybe become a thing? I’m so excited! Currently drinking in my dorm, with my buddy Bebe.

Dec 20, 2022

I’m starting to regret this alcohol thing, it’s been a year. I cant seem to go a day without it. Me and Kyle got together, he was sweet, but I’m worried about what will happen if i keep this up, so I’m going to stop.

January 1, 2023

I cant stop. It’s keeping me awake, i can’t sleep, i can’t live without it. I cant.

January 10, 2023

I hit Kyle. I hit him and i yelled at him. It’s a hazy memory, but i remember it. I cant tell him about my problem. I don’t know.. what am i going to do.

Suddenly the door slammed open. The rattling of hung photos could be heard all the way from the room. Kyle quickly shut the notebook and went to the closet, leaving a little peak in the door to see.

(Y/n) was seen stumbling, a red cup in her hand. She was giggling to herself, but then the giggling turned into crying out of nowhere. “FUCK!”

She punched the wall, upset about something. But Kyle wouldn’t let her hurt herself, not now that he knows. Kyle quickly stepped out of the closet, making his presence known.

"(Y/n)!" Kyle called out firmly, his voice cutting through the air. "Stop!"

Startled, (Y/n) turned towards Kyle, her eyes widening in surprise and anger. She held the red cup tightly in her hand, her knuckles turning white.

"What are you doing here?" she snapped, her voice filled with frustration.

"I came to talk to you, but I found your notebook instead," Kyle replied, holding it up slightly. "I didn't mean to invade your privacy, but what I read... it worries me, (Y/n)."

A mix of emotions crossed (Y/n)'s face—confusion, betrayal, and anger. She took a step forward, her hand trembling.

"You had no right to read that!" she shouted, her voice cracking with emotion. "Get out of here!"

Kyle stood his ground, concern etched on his face. "I'm sorry, (Y/n), but I had to know what was going on. I care about you, and I can't stand by while you're hurting yourself and our relationship."

With a sudden surge of anger, (Y/n) raised her hand, preparing to strike Kyle. But before she could make contact, he swiftly caught her hand mid-air, his grip firm yet gentle.

"No!" Kyle said firmly, his voice laced with determination. "I won't let you hurt yourself or anyone else. We need to talk about this, (Y/n)."

(Y/n) struggled against his grip, her anger momentarily replaced by shock. Tears welled up in her eyes, and she slumped, her defiance fading away as a wave of sorrow washed over her.

"Why... why are you still here?" she sobbed, her voice filled with anguish. "After everything, why won't you just leave?! You don’t deserve this.”

Kyle's expression softened, and he released his grip on (Y/n)'s hand. He stepped closer, wrapping his arms around her as she continued to sob. The anger had dissipated, replaced by a deep sorrow that tore at his heart.

"Because I love you, (Y/n)," he whispered, his voice full of compassion. "I won't abandon you, even when it's difficult. We need to face this together, no matter how hard it may be."

As Kyle held her, (Y/n) collapsed into his embrace, her sobs becoming more subdued. She clung to him, seeking solace and finding a glimmer of hope amidst the pain.

Kyle held (Y/n) tightly, providing a comforting presence in that moment of vulnerability. He gently stroked her hair, offering silent support as they stood in the middle of the room. The weight of their struggles, the bruises and insults, the addiction that had taken hold—it all hung heavy in the air.

"I'm so sorry, Kyle," (Y/n) finally managed to say between her sobs. "I never wanted it to be like this. I never wanted to hurt you."

Kyle continued to hold her, his voice filled with empathy. "I know you didn't, (Y/n). Addiction is a powerful force, and it changes people. But we can't let it define our relationship. We have to fight it together."

(Y/n) looked up at Kyle, her tear-streaked face showing a mix of gratitude and despair. "I've tried so many times to stop, but I can't do it alone. I need help."

"And you'll have it," Kyle assured her, determination evident in his voice. "We'll find the support you need, whether it's therapy, rehab, or whatever it takes. We'll face this battle together, (Y/n), and come out stronger on the other side."

In that moment, amidst the pain and uncertainty, they found solace in each other's embrace.

[beautyintrying]

I think the way that most men try to find love in just finding the one . One who fits in most of their so called little box of type . Whereas most women try to fit the one they find in their own reality . It’s not about finding the one most of the time , I think it’s abt finding some1 and working with them to grow to love and from love . I also believe that many men think abt the timing rather than the one as well . If they are ready they go for it to even if they’ve connected on a soul level with a girl from their past . This may have to do a lot with their psyche or persona .

I have been in a relationship where I couldn’t even jot down 5 things max where I could explain why I liked that certain someone . There are few but not many to comply as to why i grew a liking . This could’ve been due to the fact that it was my first relationship . I liked him and thought that with time I would more with time we would understand eachother more . But I’ve realised there should be a time space between that friend phase and relationship one , where u try to analyse the person . Sometimes it can end up being wrong but I believe the right person would just feel like peace .I think I have to stop going just with the attraction or attention and think if that certain someone is willing to grow with me . But like I said it’s hard to find men like those. Most of the arguments in relationships too don’t have any solutions , but what matters is that if u feel heard or understood and if there’s smthn that is changing in the some1s behaviour. I feel like that wasn’t there even if they tried their best it wasn’t enough for me . I understood I heard but I didn’t feel the same way

[hayakawalove]

I DESPISE GOJO CHEATING ALLEGATIONS SMM OMGG

Can people stop already like please 😭😭

Read on Reddit that people are using this interview question that was asked to gege and he said that “gojo probably wears his sunglasses when he goes out to pick up/meet women” they use this as evidence to back up their bs and say that “gojo probably sleeps with every woman in each prefecture/location in Japan where he has a mission at” 🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️

And I’m like what??? :|

Since he firstly does not have the time to go and do this as the strongest sorcerer who has so many missions to look after and no time to even eat/sleep…

Also Gege might have said that to troll the gojo fans?? Idk tbh why he said it cuz it doesn’t align with his character.. what do you think?

ALSO there’s this mistranslation line that people are holding onto where it’s clearly stated in Japanese that “gojo can’t open up to his partner emotionally” which makes sense yk since no one understands him a non-sorcerer would think he’s mentally ill and a normal sorcerer can’t be on the same caliber and mind set as him and they turned it into “he’s a serial cheater who gets bored of his partner and would cheat on them”

Do you think gojo would ever get bored of his partner and cheat on them like that’s insanely ridiculous 😭

PLUS the fact that his lover would be used as a leverage and be his weakness and he’s too kind to drag anyone into his dilemma and put their life into a life or death situation CURSES/CURSE USERS ARE ALREADY ENOUGH TROUBLE 😭

And if he were to ever get a lover he would be the most loving LOYAL and caring man ever who would be so clingy to you since he finally found his love and someone he could understand and trust ☹️❤️

NEED YOUR THOUGHTS ABT THESE OUTRAGEOUS CLAIMS PLS!! 💕💕💕

HELLO

I hate those allegations too! He’s just a silly goofy guy…. I haven’t heard that interview about the glasses but thats kinda funny, cause why would gege say that 😭😭

I do see gojo being flirty cause I think he likes attention. I don’t think it ever goes farther than flirting though. He wears his glasses all the time anyway, so it’s not really different that he would wear them when he goes out. You would think he would not wear them, so women could see his eyes and be amazed. Maybe it’s one of those things where he wears them, then lowers them so girls can be amazed. Silly man.

I’ve heard that mistranslation! Well, the one I’ve heard was where gege said he couldn’t be committed to a partner, but the reactions were the same. I wonder if it’s the same mistranslation you’re talking about. Admittedly, this isn’t the best wording gege used, because being committed has a meaning associated to it. Being committed doesn’t always mean being loyal though, and I think this is what gege meant. When he said he doesn’t think gojo would be committed, i think he meant Gojo wouldn’t be focused and “all in” in a relationship. Which I understand. I think it’s fun and sweet to imagine gojo being the perfect bf, I think he would certainly try, but to say he would be that way I think would be to miss aspects of his character. He can’t be all in in a relationship. He’s too busy. He wouldn’t have the mental capacity to give 100% at work/teaching and 100% at a relationship. I DON’T think that means he wouldn’t love you or that he would cheat, it’s just he understands what life gave him so he can’t waste it by living a normal life. I think work would always come first for him, not because he wants it to but because it has to.

The gojo getting bored thing is interesting in my opinion cause. I do think it’d be a bit true. I don’t think he’d cheat or do anything awful like that, but I mean. His entire life has been this big thing so I think he would get bored pretty fast with a lot of different things. I think he would need a partner who could keep up with him and challenge him or offer him something he doesn’t have. I think this is one of the reasons he was such good friends with Suguru, because Suguru didn’t treat him the same as everyone treated him.

I think if Gojo found you/or someone that he would try to give his all, and show his love for you. I think he would be clingy and would be a baby but he would understand realistically that your relationship is never going to be normal. He’s probably gonna be away more than he’ll be at home. He’ll probably cancel on dates if he needs to exorcise a curse. But these things don’t mean he doesn’t love you. I think he would be afraid of you being used as leverage. He does love and care so much! Once he finally finds someone I don’t think he’d ever be able to let go.

People really try to shit on Gojo but not in my house! I am a gojo defender until the day I die

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

ariariairari!!! first of all.. me being the godparent of the knight!sugu fic..🤚😔 there is truly not a higher honor than that IM HONESTLY. STILL THINKING ABOUT THAT FIC. I THINKA BOUT IT ALL THE TIME.

BUT OMG!! i loved who made me a princess so much 😭😭 I ATE THAT UP SO FAST AND RAELIANA TOOOOO a manhwa lover AND a gojo lover... you are a true person of taste 🙏 i have so many manhwa recs i've been fiending so hard lately they have been my only source of happiness for the past couple weeks!!! bc of uni 😔 beware of the villainess and melody of the deadwood are classics in the feel-good department!! but for that yum yum familial angst i'd recommend the strongest characters in the world are obsessed with me, death is the only ending for a villainess, and my personal favorite: i will change the genre!!! let me know how you like them if you ever do end up reading them !!!

I WOULD KILL FOR KNIGHT!NANAMI I'M SO SORRY i feel like knight!nanami and knight!sugu love u in different ways and i just... jfdkfjkdfjk.....

also you've NEVER seen avatar?? :0000 it's so good i'd recommend it!!! i personally think korra (the sequel) is better but that's definitely a hot take but they're both amazing!! i honestly get it though i didn't watch them until like a year and a half ago LMAO

BUT THANK YOU FOR THE QUESADILLA PLEASE ASSASSINATE MY PROF I CANT DO THIS ANYMORE

(i hope you're doing well <333 hugging u so hard ari <33 the weather is finally looking up in my area and i feel a happiness that's been lost to me for MONTHS... woke up and the sun was shining and i was like!! maybe life is worth living!! anyways i hope exam szn goes well for u AND I HAVE UR GOJO FIC IN MY TBR IM SCREAMINGGGGG)

ALEXIS IN MY INBOX…….. i’m kissing you and booping you so lovingly <333333

YOU ARE THE GODPARENT!!! i couldn’t have done it without you…. always remember that you’re the Founder of that fic i’m just the delivery guy <33 BUT YES FELLOW MANWAH FAN I LOVE YOU SO BAD. it’s been such a long time since i read a good ol otome isekai webtoon……. I ALSO FORGOT TO MENTION THE BEST ONE :(((( my next life as a villainess: all routes lead to doom!! i adoreee the mc she’s so good. silly little guy.

BUT TYSM FOR THE RECSSSS i’ve heard of/read a bit of most of them i think :0 i had a period where i’d just read the first chapter of every isekai manga i could find LMAO….. trust that i WILL be jotting all your recs down for future reference + breaking into your inbox whenever i check them out 🙏🙏

AND KNIGHT!NANAMI LMAOOO yes…. i rlly do think they love you differently. knight!nami is such a sweet boy and knight!sugu is a bucket full of Doom waiting to explode (but he loves you very tenderly)…. i just feel like you’ll always be a bit of a sidehoe to his moral code :’3 bro is married to his job unfortunately. kento would quit just for you <3

I’VE BEEN MEANING TO WATCH AVATAR but i haven’t yet….. T_T i’ve heard nothing but good things tho. and i’ve heard good things abt korra goo i think!!! will let you know whenever i watch it…. it’s just intimidating getting into such a long old series i think 😭😭😭

I’M MAKING YOU ALL THE QUESADILLAS IN THE WORLD BTWWWWW and don’t ever worry abt it sweetheart i have a guy on the case 😇😇 your prof WILL be stopped.

^ guy on the case

BUT WAHHHHH ILY ALEXIS 🥺🥺🥺 i’m so glad it’s getting sunnier and warmer where you are!!! it’s crazy how a tiny bit of sun will solve your whole life….. i’m gonna threaten the sun into shining just for u 🙏🙏 PLS HANG IN THEREEE OK it’s almost summer vacay… kind of….. assuming your school system is similar to mine…… we’re gonna survive we’re gonna do great

[scarfurure-main]

I'm gonna reblog this cuz there's some changes!

First of all, I changed the herb x mystic flour cuz it doesn't fit my story anymore. This change only applies to mystic flour cuz I feel like it doesn't suit her.

This is inspired by the fic resolute volition and yes, it's a beast x ancient but it's a good character study of Mystic flour ok 😭😔🙏

Mystic flour, is still well, pale in her body so when she was born in the dark cacao kingdom, she stand out and well, 🔥racism🔥

This will cause mystic flour to belive in her philosophy more, the suffering of all will become an end when the world become flour. She then will heard of dark cacao and well, at 18 years old, she enter it to become a healer, so that she could steal the soul jam. (lil did she know it's gonna heal her instead)

She then entered and become a healer. However due to her talk of turning ppl into flour and pointless stuff, cookies started to avoid her and create rumours abt her. Until, caramel arrow. She was one of the only one who respected her morals, philosophy and didn't create rumour nor treat her like an outcast. Ofc she still doesn't trust her but still,

One day, she was reading a book named "Two Dragons and the King of the Dark Cacao Kingdom the Almighty Dark Warrior Dark Cacao Cookie" yes I copy and paste that shit. Anyway- caramel arrow then revealed the book is the reason she wanted to become a watcher, which intrigued mystic, so she ask for more stuff and caramel arrow cookie reveal that dark cacao is the main reason she wanted to become one, because, let me just-

“King Dark Cacao Cookie read this book to me when I was ten years old,” she began. She didn’t stop even though her voice trembled. “Two months after I lost my family in battle. It felt so… comforting that I could never forget that night. But I don’t think I was listening to the story, I was listening to His Majesty’s voice , instead. He sounded so proud, reading the tale of his olden warrior. And also gentle, as if I could crumble away should he ever raise his voice.”

“I don’t know why he was that kind. I… I actually do, technically. He has a gentle soul, a tender heart. He might look tough and distant, but all of us in this kingdom know very well that… he is a nice person. Everything he does is for the greater good. He bestowed his life for this kingdom just like every other Dark Cacao Warrior did. And I know his loyalty will last forever, countless generations ahead of me will get to taste his beneficence. This is nothing out of the ordinary for him.”

The white cookie remained silent, she didn’t move her lips and patiently waited for the cookie to gather her words.

“I suppose, by not knowing, I meant that I don’t know why he is like that. He went through a lot. And… as you said weeks ago, immortality can turn someone insane. I just… how does he do that? All of that, I mean. That’s so… wonderful. Everything…”

“Like, he has an entire kingdom to take care of. Each decision determines our fates, it must be tough to live with that responsibility. I would never be able to handle such a duty even for a year, and he had been doing this for centuries. He is the leader of our army, the protector of the continent, the one behind each action our kingdom takes, and many more… The responsibilities of an Ancient Cookie, the tolls of possessing a Soul Jam, the traumas of the past…”

“He is simply… too great to be concerned with us. And that wouldn’t be his fault or our shame. I am but a temporary cookie in his eyes, at least, that’s what I’m supposed to be. And everyone else around. The highest ages we can reach should mean nothing to him, he is just that old..! And yet… he spared his time and sat down, read this book, for me only. Because the storm scared me and I couldn’t stop crying.”

“He turned that terrorizing night into the best moment of my whole life. After that, the sound of storms made me feel… serene. Just because he read this book. Just because he let me put my head on his lap. Just because he caressed my hair like my dad used to”

“I don’t know why he did that. But that night shaped the person I am today.”

“I don’t know why.”

Caramel Arrow Cookie’s last words left her speechless. The tranquility she sensed, coming from her head and reaching each corner of her dough blessed her with an ease akin to that serenity she got from storms. It was like the emptiness after penance, so odd but equally freeing.

She didn’t get the opportunity to talk about that night for years, and when she did, it amplified her emotions. Caramel Arrow Cookie was on the verge of crying and couldn’t even feel ashamed. Her hold on the book was firm, she was pressing it onto her chest without realizing. She missed that night so much.

After that, Mystic Flour went and drag caramel arrow with her, saying how she wanted to hear just how "fatherly" his voice is. And then, although confused, dark cacao read the book for them, which almost made caramel arrow cry. She then look at mystic, only to see her looking at her back. It was then that caramel arrow knew, that mystic didn't even wanted to hear the "fatherly" voice in dark cacao, rather, she was simply doing it for caramel arrow.

With crunchy chip, some cookie would say how he and his wolf are street wolves, making him mad and hurt, but mystic would defend him, saying how both of them are from flour and their the same thing. The cookie then wanted to hit her but the cream wolves bit then first lol.

Then after that, crunchy chip would tell the story to ppl in the castle, over exaggerating stuff making ppl cheer very much, Mystic Flour being confused.

After that, in 3rd years she's there, she would notice dark choco and would convince him not to touch it, since it'll only brought more suffering. Then she would scold the shit out of dark cacao it's not even funny. (for dark choco it is tho) and now dark cacao is more open to advice from his son, yay!

She then would be promoted to the grand healer and then there's tittle like "The Fair Lady" and most importantly of all "The Mother of Dark Cacao Kingdom" lol. Basically she would become a mother figure to all of the citizen and then they would heal her with the kindness and more, the one she barely get to witness due to well, it was the olden time, where son is more valuable than daughter.

She then would kinda be an acting consultant because dark cacao trust her judgement cuz well, most of the time she's right, but then she was forced to go into a 2 week vacation by the kingdom, but that's when all hell break loose, such as affogato, the dark cookies, dark cacao paronia which by the way did not align the list she made for him before she go to creme republic, and dark choco getting frustrated with his father cuz he won't listen. After everything was done, dark choco would say that she would scold the heck out him after this, and she did.

Basically, while her philosophy is never broken, it's VERY toned down. Also the relationship between dark cacao and her is platonic, it like mom and dad for the kingdom, except platonic. So yeah! That's all. She works for there 7 years, and also this is her design!

The fucking au cuz I have procrastinated enough lol

Recap, in this au, instead of being sealed in the tree, the witches kill the Beast and reincarnated them, promising them that this time, they'll do better and give them a better life. They also made a spell so that all of them will not meet each other, until a certain point of when they are becoming lesser of the Beast of they are. This also include in the sidekick, but they have a much higher chance meeting, the percentage being higher.

Shadow Milk (this au is inspired by another so I copy some stuff ok) was abt to be reincarnated as a normal cookie, when for some reason, the light of truth feel like trolling and reincarnated him into one of the ancient's twin, Pure Vanilla.

The name change cuz their reincarnated, duh

Silent salt - silent chip cookie

Mystic Flour - Mystic White

Eternal Sugar - Eternal Daisy

Burning Spice - Burning Chili

Shadow Milk - Shadow Vanilla

Shadow Milk

Anyway- At first shadow milk cookie was like 'get me outta here bro nah!!! wtf man I hate this!!!' and tries to kill pure vanilla at first because he's a bit. Insane like that and he doesn't know who the hell this child is 😭😭 he probably thinks he got a second chance from fate or something and is having none of that because he's still salty about being killed

The thing is tho– pure vanilla is scared at first but forgives him and shadow milk is rightfully confused because '????? I tried to kill you????' and he's never seen a cookie so, kind? Simple minded? Before, so he feels weird, and is baffled but ultimately lets it go under the guise of him waiting for a perfect opportunity to strike (spoiler, he doesn't he's actually weirdly touched yet disgusted on how kind pure vanilla is)

HC that their sibling dynamics is still chaotic older twin and kind younger twin, shadow milk cookie still mischievous as hell, same exact personality and vanilla scolds him lightly from time to time, but most times just playfully exasperated

They attend the blueberry yogurt academy together, along with white lily, shadow milk cookie probably puts up a facade towards everyone, a bit silly yet insane at times, the only one who's seen shadow milk cookie with his guard down is pure vanilla cookie, and that's only during the time he almost killed him.

But one day he sees what white lily was researching and, honestly he probably already knows the truth so seeing white Lily research it set off alarm bells in his head, honestly, knowing him he'd probably let her go to the banquet fully knowing what she could learn, but the thing is he's conflicted on pure vanilla learning it too, "he's too- too simple minded for that, he can't learn it ever" (he started caring a bit over the years) so he confronts white Lily and gets her to hide her research from pure vanilla, not without her pressing him for answers too though, he tells her some sparing details.

It's worth noting now that shadow milk got weirdly attached to pure vanilla, but is still planning to regain his powers back, and find out what happened to the rest of the previous ancients.

I feel like he'd stick with PV during his pilgrimage, and finally understand why he was reborn as his twin when pure vanilla recieved the light of truth, at first he was afraid that pure vanilla would spiral like he did but cast his worries aside when he realized that it lacked the engulfing shadows of deceit, "...why am I even caring anyway??" And then he thinks it's laughable, he thinks fate is trying to screw him over by showing him his replacement front and center.

They'd probably um, have a fight?? Idk but it would lead to shadow milk cookie storming off

They part ways until the fight with dark enchantress, he knows FULL WELL who she is and wanted to ask her things but he gets caught in the crossfire instead, pure vanilla spots him as dark enchantress was preparing for her final blow and uses the strength he has left to shield him and shadow milk's like "WGAT THE FUCK" because it's simply, illogical, incomprehensible to him, it reminds him of his past allies- he was left stunned as everything disappeared.

Everything else happens normally, except now the light of truth sticks with shadow milk cookie since they still technically have a connection, and since pure vanilla is temporary unavailable, shadow milk does NOT know how to feel yet, he's still processing everything that happened, definitely has beef with the light of truth tho I think it'd be funny. He also keeps it around because it can see pure vanilla when he can't, and they're now (begrudgingly) working together to wake pure vanilla up

Idk what happened next, since I'm still new to the lore and don't know which place to put this best, but one day smc would find wizard cookie and the gang and yadayada he suddenly remembered that he was a natural at teaching (he was teaching wizard cookie) and he loved teaching but the pressure and negativity that developed centuries later outweigh it and he realises he still love teaching. Don't know where to put in the timeline tho

The other are still developing but here's the idea

Mystic flour

When she was reincarnated, all of her life was simply normal stuff (for now) but then one day she moves to dark cacao, she found herb cookie (pls tell me he lives there-) and meet espresso cookie who remind her way too much abt smc, Pre corrupted and post corrupted. She realises her negligence to every friends she had and swore to apologise to them. (it's a slow burn realisation tho and slow burn accepting she cares and loves her friends). She would also have a slow, SLOW burn with herb cookie, like he confess to her once and she rejected it soo.... Yeah (I don't ship this in the official but I do ship this in the au cuz I can)

Burning Spice

Burning Spice, not much but he's like- bored, BORED. so he went out to travel so that he won't get bored (it barely help) BUT- like izuru form danganronpa, he'll learn that even tho it's boring, GET FUCKING THERAPY. Also in the past life, he's dyslexic but now he's colourblind lol. Also he will meet various cookie like adventurer cookie and rye cookie so yeah

I don't have much for him cuz he's prob the least traumatised/idk how to handle his trauma- so yeah

Silent Salt

Silent salt, also not much (for now cuz he's the 2nd most traumatised cuz WAR) but got free therapy from cream unicorn cookie lol

Eternal Sugar

eternal sugar was simply chilling when kouign amann came and declared her as her mother (I also didn't developed much cuz idk how to progress it, srry)

also not much except a few trauma lol and some panic attacks, phobia of touch and just- yea

The sidekicks cuz there's no way I'll forget them!

black sapphire cookie, i hc him as a run away child and smc save him (before corruption btw) and kinda adopted him, making him very loyal, not to mention he gave him a bit of his life force which is why he doesnt age, so when smc died, he was FUCKING devastated. so when the sidekicks heard the witches voice that they were going to be reincarnated, they immediately went out of their way to find each of their master.

candy apple cookie doesnt care much abt smc, seeing as she barely know him and was technically was raised by black sapphire cookie so yea, she didn't care much abt smc, maybe a bit since smc is still his father and the one created her

cloud hatea would be devastated and would learn how to survive on their own, and when they meet mystic flour, they would hug the shit out of her lol

nutmeg cookie, although VERY respect burning spice, she would scold the heck out of him and would probably cry

My headcanon on why theyre corrupted btw

burning spice: he wanted to feel full, alive, hes going crazy, please, he would do anthing to be alive, to be full... so please..

mystic flour: shes tired. shes so tired. she already fulfilled so many of the wishes, how many more? shes tired.

eternal sugar: she did everything to make them happy. so why is she not? she did everything, even let them use her body to make them happy. elder faerie said she should do everything and that seeing happiness on the other will make you happy, so why is she isnt? she just want eternal sleep. forever. in her eyes, thats a blessing, all of the suffering ending when you sleep forever. so why are they still..?

silent salt: war, murder, weapons, loneliness. is he only a weapon in everybody eyes? hes so lonely... he cant live without his friends, and not like the cookies care anyway, they just like him because hes a weapon, a protecter. how annoying.

shadow milk: all of them r corrupted, ppl always questioning wheter is he worthy or useful, always being in last place, loneliness, no one who could understand him, and now... the reveal that the witches who created them wanted to eat cookies? sure the one who created them decided they didn't want to eat them, being kind enough, but his whole existence were an accident? so all of those suffering, sleepless nights, praying were worthless? so hes always the last one? .....the burden of knowing to much, embrace the lie, his head says. and this time, he'll agree.

Ships:

Cream unicorn x affogato cookie

Purelily

Shadowsalt

Herb x mystic flour

Stormcacao

Knight cookie x black sapphire

Kouign amann x prune x capsaicin

also u can see the favoritism and yes, like i said, i have lore dump u. anyway- it was fun

ANYWAY- the inspiration!

What happened when mystic flour rejected herb cookie

Smc and mystic flour relationship

Just some other inspiration/flashback

What happened when all of them snapped (PRESSURE MENTIONED LOL)

And finally, the au that inspired me the most!

[tiajk]

So @missroro wanted someone to write where she’s Jake sister and mated with tsu’tey and is the fun aunt so here it is

It’s just gonna be some Headcannons some drabness here and there

And I’ll make a part 2 to this we’re u track the kids how to surf

You went on the mission with Jake obviously but you were already a scientist Jake was just replacing your dead brother therefore you both have avatars now

Why did they need 2 sullys that was unanswered

You haven’t spoke to Jake for years so it was lowkey kinda awkward

Norm worked with you so he was familiar with you while in your training but Jake he was gonna take done getting used to

Now even though u and Jake weren’t as close as you used to ur didn’t matter he was still over protective over you

When u guys got off the ship and you waited for him as u were walking off someone catcalled at you (u can make up a person if u want) Jake do a whole 360 and was about to kick some ass then you grabbed his wheel chair and pushed him through the building saying “no Jake not today not today”

While he was getting the military introduction you were setting up in the lab taking a look at your avatar then looking at your brothers you missed tommy but atleast jake was here

OKAY IM DONE BUILDING THE PLOT

so when ur in your avatar and jake get chased by a thanthor (I think that’s what there called correct me if I’m wrong) you go after him you still cared about your brother

While he tried to kill the many animals you stopped him by saying “this isn’t the marines Jake were in a different planet and were not superior here okay?”

Then neytiri came in at saved y’all’s asses and went to the village when tsu’tey and some other hunter of the clan came you couldn’t help but stare he was very attractive

When you were in the home tree there were all less rough with you like they were Jake

And instead of neytiri teaching you there was it was tsu’tey you grew close to him fond of him and even loved him

Now of course Jake knew he was your brother so he teased you about it every single day and you swear your goona cut his eyes out but you teased him abt neytiri

Tsu’tey took you somewhere the night u became one of them he knew it was wrong he as supposed to marry neytiri but his heart tugged at you and he took you to a different way they see ewya and mated with you

Okay now the war you all fought hard and long you tried to save tsu’tey but he told you “ewya has called me home my love she will one day too” and he died

Now Jake was your rock your armor so you cried to him for days weeks until u felt mood swings, throwing up on hunts with neytiri then she took you to her mother “you are with child both of you” you and neytiri looked at each other crazy but started laughing

You gave birth a few weeks after neytiri but it wasn’t one baby after you thought u we’re done the pain came right back and it was another child a boy and a girl

So you raised your children along with jakes you were silly fun and other things

When you all had to leave your children had always been curious people so they were excited to meet new people and new ways

But it didn’t go as planned Ronal grabbed you sons tail and you snarled at her Jake grabbed your shoulder as a way of saying STFU

But as Jake was hard in his children you were always there for your children and his they came and cried to you if he was being to harsh or too cold you told them don’t worry about it and once they slept you would find your brother

Your brother been afraid of you since your were kids and he still is even if he is tutok mato so you told him off enough to wake up the camp his wife heard nodding at your words and Jake just sat there silent bc he knew you would fucking kill him if he talked back

But you would all have play date and take the children to be children besides Jake treating them like soldiers

When Neteyam got shot you saved him just in time sending Lo’ak to get things from the sea that could help him

Jake never let you forget that he cherishes you and thanks ewya for you every single day because not only did you save his child you saved him

[milequaritchsslut]

Lost and found (Part 3)

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝙼𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚜𝚎𝚡𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗.

𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝟷 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝟸 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝟺 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝟻

Notes: 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚎𝚍 𝙽𝚎𝚢𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚒 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗’𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚢𝚎𝚝

That night you weren’t the only one who couldn’t fall asleep. Neytiri was too thinking abt someone. Someone she couldn’t be thinking of in that way. Someone who was sitting right next to her. She cursed herself for thinking of you like that. Your people were demons not to be interacted with, horrible creatures. But something about you made her maybe give it a chance. No she could not maybe Ewya was testing her, testing her loyalty to her people. Ewya would never allow something like this to happen so why was it?

There was a war in her mind that night. She tried to ignore the way your smooth skin felt on hers. The way goosebumps came onto her skin when yours touched. She had never felt this way for anyone no Na’vi, especially not a human. When she saw a human she killed them. So why didn’t she? There was no sign from Ewya but if Ewya did not want this you would’ve killed her right? So why didn’t you WHY DIDNT YOU KILL HER NEYTIRI.

That was a question she couldn’t answer. She eventually let out a cry for not having any answers. She couldn’t tell anyone about this. She told her mother everything about herself she loved her so much. If she found out she felt this way it would kill her. She felt a tear come down her cheek with a sniffle following it.

You were still up you heard a sniffle coming out of the Na’vi next to you. You shifted your head towards her. You wanted to ask what was wrong but she probably didn’t want a human to try and comfort her. After hearing a few more whimpers and sniffles you didn’t care if she wanted your help or not you could at least try right? You leaned over not enough to touch her but enough for her to hear you. You slowly whispered

“Neytiri are you alright?” Silence overcame the both of you.

She stopped immediately nobody was supposed to hear her. Only herself and Ewya so why was this human up? She cursed herself for not being quieter. Her body became cold she could not tell anyone about her thoughts especially not you NOT you.

“I am fine human” A sniffle following that.

You knew she wasn’t ok. the least you could do was try to comfort her after all her people have done for you right?

“Neytiri you can tell me I will not judge” you weren’t going to you couldn’t judge people. People judged you all the time and you hated the feeling. You weren’t about to ask her if she was ok and then judge her for it. She turned your way, wiping away any loose tears coming out. She let out a sigh looking down trying to find words to say without actually telling you what was wrong. She couldn’t believe she was about to be open with a human.

“It is just there someone I feel a way towards but I do not know if Ewya agrees.” She looked up at you hoping you wouldn’t realize it was you.

You understood what she felt you had so many bad crushes on earth on the wrong people. You didn’t in any way think she was talking about you bc she hated you. You thought on what to say not wanting to make her mad.

“I have felt that to! There is always a reason you feel a certain way so just let it be and Ewya will guide you” you gave her a quick smile hoping she would take your advice.

She just rolled her eyes wiping away her tears with a smile on her face. You sounded just like her sister. She missed her she never saw her anymore either she moved away with her mate a long time ago.

“You sound just like my sister human” you smiled at that

“Is that a good thing or a bad thing?” You let out a giggle tilting your head for a response.

“Do not worry it is a good thing” she smiled turning around to get some sleep. All this crying made her tired. She hadn’t cried in awhile she embraced it. She took your advice and let herself think these things. Maybe you humans weren’t so bad maybe you were smart. But she couldn’t be with you she wouldn’t let herself go that far.

The next morning you woke yourself up. You sat up stretching yourself. Yawning you quickly collected yourself and looked over to see Neytiri still sleeping you got up moving to sit in front of her patiently waiting for her to get up to tell you what you were doing today. Waiting patiently you let your thoughts wonder. You were probabaly going to go hunting today. No it’s too early for that you just learned how to work a bow yesterday. Maybe you were going to make some clothes. Or maybe learn how to patch up hurt Na’vi. No they wouldn’t trust you that easily. Whilst you were staring into space you hadn’t noticed Neytiri had sat up and was calling you.

“Human what are you doing?” You quickly snapped out of it looking up to this 6ft tall Na’vi woman looking down at you. You stood up apologizing for ignoring her. She just rolled her eyes.

“It is ok let us go now” she tapped your shoulder. You couldn’t believe she let that slide. She would’ve just rolled her eyes and walked off. Maybe it was because of your conversation last night. Yeah probably you had kinda forget about that.

As you walked to follow her down the tree you asked “So what are we doing today?” As you jumped off the thick branch trying your best not to slip off.

“You are learning out people’s language” coming down to the last branch she looked up at you patiently waiting for you to come to her level.

“I am excited” you let out a huff of annoyance trying your best to not look hopeless coming down to the last branch.

“Hm” turning her back to you as you came to her side walking with her.

She walked you to into the forest which lasted for hours what it felt like. Moving countless branches and leaves out of your way. You finally noticed a clearing in front of you. It was beautiful there was a thrashing waterfall with the sun beaming off of it which created a rainbow with pink and white in it. The sun in pandora was much different then the one on earth. You let your mouth drop at its beauty. You had to stop and just look at it it was so amazing. You just stood there for awhile admiring its beauty you hadn’t realized you looked kinda dumb just standing there. As neytiri was waiting for you sitting on the glistening grass.

You snapped out of your 2nd trance of the day looking around for Neytiri. She was just looking at you waiting for you to come over. Walking over you felt the grass becoming wet from the waterfalls waters. You didn’t mind because it felt good your feet were hot and tried from walking so long in the hot forest. Sitting down in front of her crisscrossed you gave a quick smile waiting for her to talk.

“All Na’vi speak the same language called Na’vi, it is what connects us to eachother in order for you to live here you must learn our language human” straightening yourself you nodded your head waiting for the lesson to start.

“Kaltxi! Is hello Is it pronounced Kal-teh. now you try”

“Kale tai” you answered all you got in response was an eye roll from her.

Annoyed she tried again

“No it is Kal-teh! Kaaal-tehhh now try”

You didn’t give up tho trying again

“Kaltxi” You let it slip off your tongue hoping you did it right this time.

“Yes good job human. Now I will introduce myslef in Na’vi. Oeru syaw Neytiri”

You had no idea what she just said but you weren’t about to ask her so you tried your best again.

“Oeri sayaw Y/n”

“No it is Oeru syaw”

“Isn’t that what I just said Oeri sayaw?”

“No! It is Oeru syaw”

“Ok Oeru syaw”

Giving you a glare “yes Oeru syaw is when your introducing yourself to someone. Like when you meet a stranger you say Oeru syaw and your name”

“Oh ok so like Oeru syaw y/n right?”

You saw a quick smile appear on her face

“Yes yes like that!”

The rest of the day you were taught more of the Na’vi language. Whenever she talked about it she seemed so passionate about it. You hadn’t realized how passionate she was about her people. You knew she loved them but she actually really cared about all of her people every single one. You now understood why she hated your people more then the average Na’vi. It was because she loved them so much and your people had hurt them.

She finally gave you a break from your lesson. You decided to go swimming in the nervy waterfall. Walking into the water it was nice and warm to your surprise. Closing your eyes you dived in with no hesitation. The last time you went swimming you almost died. You laughed at that it seemed so long ago when it was only a few days ago. Opening your eyes you were met with glowing sea plants. Reaching out your hand to touch a long plant with balls along its sides. The contact gave you shivers as you ran your hands down the interesting plant in front of you. You noticed the root started to change colors from your touch. The changing color grew from the root to the whole plant. Making it a neon purple.

Pandora was so beautiful you thought it was a shame you were only on this planet to destroy it along with its people. Ridding th thought from your head you just wanted to enjoy this moment. It was a rare one you were just enjoying being happy it had been so long since you had felt try happiness that would last. Back at the lab you were always busy and stressed too distracted to enjoy the present moment. Coming up for air you looked around for your mentor to be only met with nothing.

Turning around to find her right in front of you. You gave her a smile before splashing water in her face and laughing. I’m response she did the same splashing with you and laughing. Swimming closer to her and pushing her head underwater. Trying to fight back she pulled your waist down trying to be in control.

Your back now to her chest as you fought to get out of her grip. She brought you both up for air. As you gasped you realized how close you two really were. Looking down at her hands now only an inch from your breasts. You blushed as you tried to free yourslef from her grip. You had never been so close to her her hands were strong and so was she. She just laughed at your weak actions to get free from her causing you to give up and turn around to meet her gaze.

Looking into your eyes you settled your arms on her shoulders only inches from her face now. Her eyes wandering your nimble body. Your eyes now only looking at her lips. They fit so perfectly on her face. They were so full you were almost jealous of the woman in front of you.

You almost wanted to intertwine each others lips together. Wanting so bad for her lips on yours for just a second is all you wanted. You could feel your body heat up from the close contact. Bringing your hand up to her neck and moving your gaze to her eyes to be met with hers on you. Opening your mouth to talk you were interrupted by her grasp moving away from your body as you watched her swim away from you.

Following her out of the water you stood far from her trying to get the water off of your body by shaking yourself.

“We must go now” she said still thinking about the moment you two just shared.

Taglist: @suntizme

[wooahaes]

mingyu + 9!! love ur writing <3

sleeping beauty

pairing: non-idol!mingyu x gn!reader

word count: ~1.0k

warnings: fantasy au! mingyu’s got a curse. a mention toward sleeping gyu getting kisses he technically cannot consent for (in order to try and break his curse). slight angst as reader misses him, but there’s a happy ending <3 intentional lowercase + no proofreading.

daisy’s notes: this is technically 970 words so i didnt break the 1k rule!!! i am thinking abt prince gyu.

the prince was sleeping when you found him.

you’d heard the story a thousand times over, a prophecy etched into being. one day, he’d fall asleep as dictated by the curse in his bloodline. one day, his true love would find him and break the spell. you’d heard the story, as did many other kingdoms--but you hadn’t fully believed in it. a person could have more than one true love. you had grown up knowing the prince, too--mingyu was the kind of person who captured the hearts of many. you teased him over it often, after all, and he always threw a charming smile your way before saying that his heart only belonged to one.

wonwoo watched you from the doorway as you stood by his bedside. he’d brought you there in secret that night--the only others who knew being the king and queen. you hadn’t wanted an audience when you saw mingyu--you weren’t sure you could keep it together. “are you going to try?”

mingyu had been asleep for over a year now. it was strange, to be honest: so many had tried to break the curse. his betrothed broke down in tears before her family called off the engagement--as if mingyu had chosen for her to not be the one to break the spell. you’d even personally brought spellcasters from your own kingdom to try and end the goddamn curse--as did so many others. the day joshua returned to you and told you he couldn’t help, you almost broke down in tears you just wanted to see your friend’s face again.

“it’s not going to be me, wonwoo,” you said. “i just... i missed seeing him.”

“so do i.” wonwoo shut the door behind him. “all of us do.”

“is it really fair?” you looked up. “that multiple people have kissed him by now? like that’s the only way to show love? he’s still a person, wonwoo. not just a handsome face.” you hesitated, but reached out, brushing his hair back from his face.

wonwoo watched you with a frown. “i know.”

“i miss when we’d sneak into the kitchens and cook together,” you said. “his staff would always try to stop us because it’s not something we should do, but he’d cook more so that they could have some, too. you remember.”

wonwoo did. he’d caught the two of you before, as did seungcheol. seungcheol was a little more firm in scolding the two of you for sneaking off again, hand in hand and giggling to yourselves over what the two of you could get into. there were ways to warm that knight’s heart, though, and food was always tempting enough.

“it’s just... it isn’t fair, wonwoo.” you ended up sitting down next to mingyu, a hand laid over his. they’d been draped over his stomach, blankets snug to his sleeping form--falling just underneath his chest. “i wish it’d been me.”

“that isn’t how it works--”

“when he wakes up, we’re finding a cure.” you curled your fingers tightly around mingyu’s hand. “so that he never has to watch his son go through this.”

wonwoo said nothing at first. “i’ll help.”

“i know you will.” you could feel a lump form in your throat. “wonwoo... can i have a minute?”

he nodded, saying he would stand watch outside. just to give you a few minutes alone with one of your closest friends. you waited until you heard the door shut to let go. tears welled up in your eyes before you let yourself break down crying, tightly holding onto mingyu’s hands. at least you had the telltale rise and fall of his chest to tell you that he was alive.

you wiped away your tears with one hand. “no matter what it takes, i’m going to help break this curse for good.” you leaned forward, brushing your lips against his forehead. “you’re never going to have to see someone else suffer, mingyu. i won’t let it happen.”

with a deep breath, you went to let go of his hand. to compose yourself and leave. yet his fingers twitched, curling instinctively around your own as you watched him breathe in a shaky breath. his brows furrowed together for a moment, eyes squeezing completely shut. you pulled your hand free, springing away with a muffled yelp as you watched the color return to his face after so long. the door opened, wonwoo already calling out to you before he saw mingyu stirring.

neither of you  moved as mingyu opened his eyes, sitting up. he looked between the two of you for a moment. “good morning--”

you didn’t hesitate, rushing back to him and throwing your arms around him. you could hear wonwoo taking off, already calling down the halls to wake the royal family. mingyu merely stared at the space wonwoo had once stood for a moment longer, before realizing that you were crying into his chest.

“i thought--” you hiccuped, “i thought you’d never wake up--”

he pulled you into his arms. “how long have i been asleep?”

you looked up, about to wipe at your eyes when mingyu reached up to do it for you. “over a year, gyu,” you said, voice wavering. “i didn’t--why did...?” you stared at him, and something clicked in your mind. that meant... you were his...?

“why did it take you so long?” mingyu said, already smiling. “it’s always been you. you didn’t realize that until now?”

you smacked his shoulder, “you were engaged, idiot. i wasn’t going to confess to you when you were engaged.”

he only laughed softly, hands finding your own. “i’m glad it’s you,” he said. “i was hoping it would be. i told you...” he pulled one of your hands over his heart, just so you could feel his heartbeat. “it’s yours. and it always will be.”

[booksandpaperss]

One thing I’ve never understood about a take-away people got from season 4 is that they assumed that mike “doesn’t care about Will anymore.”

It makes absolutely no sense to me because, and keep in mind I started volume 1 as a GA member while under the assumption that mike was straight, season 4 was actually what convinced me that Mike still cares about Will just as much as he did in seasons 1 and 2. At the time I had watched season 3 I was skeptical and thought that the writers might’ve just somehow completely forgotten about the core aspects of Mike’s character (I was also like, 14 when I first watched season 3 lmao), but season 4 drove it home for me that it wasn’t a character discrepancy, that something else was going on, and that was because it became so clear to me during that season that Mike still cared so much about Will, that he never stopped caring, which completely recontextualized his season 3 behavior and made me reconsider whether byler was actually one sided.

So how, how can people (and I’m not even talking about mlvn’s here, I’m talking about people who feel bad for Will and hate Mike bc they think he doesn’t care abt Will anymore) walk away from season 4 with the assumption that Mike doesn’t care anymore?? The main argument for this that I’ve heard when I ask people is that he “couldn’t even hug Will at the airport” and all I can think to say to that is so you agree? You agree that that’s weird as fuck??

I don’t know how many more times I can try to remind people that this is literally a written storyline and the characters aren’t just running around doing fuck all like they’re actual real people. Mike’s weird behavior is a choice being made by the writers and whether or not you think it’s a good one, you can’t look at it like its a randomized SIMS generation 😭

I’ve frankly stopped caring abt if people dislike Mike (tho I still thinks it’s rlly weird to violently hate him lmao), he’s a unique character and if you’re not willing to actively consider complexity in writing, or even just keep in mind that he’s 14, than you just simply won’t get him, but if one of the reasons to not like him is that he “doesn’t care about Will at all” then I honestly don’t know what to say. Like I really don’t, you must’ve been on your phone or something while watching season 4 bc you are making up a completely different character in your head.

It is canon that Mike cares about Will. Just because Mike didn’t outright say the exact phrase “I care about Will” verbatim doesn’t mean it’s not true?? To quote Dustin:

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but... why?

akaashi sighed as he put down his phone, his eyes trailing over the numerous bags and suitcases meiko had brought on the trip.

it wasn’t like he didn’t want to hear bokuto’s answer but... he knew it would be something so sweet and wholesome that another wave of intense guilt would overtake him.

keiji, despite what he seemed to portray, wasn’t an idiot. he knew he was neglecting his closest and oldest friend and he knew it was affecting the both of them. he couldn’t remember the last late night mcdonald’s cheat meal he’d gone on with bokuto or the last time bokuto had pestered him about the book he was currently immersed in.

instead, his days were primarily occupied with meiko and attempting to read books that he was meant to do reviews on for his channel. as of late, it was much more of the former, his lover (??) basically forcing him to spend time with her.

ok, so she wasn’t exactly forcing him but there were times where he wished meiko cared enough to accept that he didn’t always want to watch the bachelor (the lowest form of entertainment in his opinion) and talk shit about certain people in the house. sometimes, he just wanted to lie down in bed with a large mug of hot chocolate, a good poetry book and maybe, just maybe, the woman he loved pressed against his side allowing him to read to her.

once, akaashi had brought up his desires to meiko. she’d laughed (physically laughed!!!) in his face and told him that “if she wanted to listen to a boring man read a boring book, she’d just buy an audiobook of the bible.”

not once did he express his feelings to her again.

he realized the relationship he had with meiko wasn’t the healthiest, especially since he had the room next to iwaizumi’s and heard every single noise she made when he was with him.

keiji’s therapist (a dr kanemoto — he’d been seeing him since he was 11 for his test anxiety ((his parents had always been overly prepared))) had advised against entering this content house in the first place.

apparently, with his introverted tendencies and the resurgence of his anxiety, it wasn’t the smartest of decisions to move into a home with so many high energy, semi-problematic, super famous creators.

but by the time he figured that out, he’d already signed the contract and promised bokuto that he would follow through. it didn’t help that meiko was in his other ear, practically begging him to come.

so akaashi did.

and now here he was; sitting in his girlfriend(?)’s room, surrounded by her things while dreading a conversation with his best friend.

when did everything go so wrong?

a knock sounded at meiko’s door, making keiji jump a little at the sound. he could feel his heart begin to beat erratically, his palms starting to sweat, and his stomach tightening as he made his way to the door.

when did he get anxious at the thought of bokuto????

taking a final deep breath in, akaashi opened the door only to be met immediately with... a hug.

bokuto’s muscular arms wrapped around keiji’s shoulders, the taller man squeezing him tightly — not too tight but enough that akaashi could feel himself melt into his friend’s hold.

keiji hesitantly lifted his arms to reciprocate the hug, a large sigh leaving kotarou’s body.

“missed you,” bokuto whispered, so quiet akaashi almost didn’t catch it. the short phrase was so full with emotion that his eyes welled up with tears, his vision behind his glasses becoming blurry.

“i... i missed you too bokuto-san,” keiji finally responded, his voice thick with regret. the silver haired man didn’t respond, instead choosing to hold him tighter.

they stood there for what felt like hours but in actuality was actually closer to 2 minutes, just basking in one another’s presence for the first time in months.

they probably would’ve stayed that way too if it weren’t for kuroo awkwardly clearing his throat at the door. akaashi quickly removed himself from bokuto, missing the hurt look on his friend’s face entirely as he awkwardly waved hello to the small calvary standing outside meiko’s room.

“sorry to interrupt,” sakusa began, shifting uncomfortably at the entrance. “but we are here to help.” the rest of the group nodded in agreement and with keiji’s subtle nod of approval, they all dispersed into the room, collecting meiko’s stuff and throwing them (quite literally, in kenma’s case) into her bags.

bokuto shot akaashi a small smile before joining atsumu on the far end of the room, who was working on meiko’s hair products. it was nice to see him getting along with others and making friends but it was... bittersweet.

somehow, keiji felt like... he wasn’t a part of bokuto’s life anymore — like he was an outsider just looking in.

“he’s changed, hasn’t he?” a soft voice came from beside him, temporarily startling him until he saw who was speaking to him — you.

you weren’t looking at akaashi, your eyes entirely focused on bokuto who was now enthusiastically conversing with sakusa about various skin care products, waving about meiko’s as an example.

“bokuto is kind and he’s funny and he cares... he cares so much,” you continued, in the same soft, kind voice. “he cares about you—” keiji’s breath hitched in his throat, “and while at the moment i can’t understand why, i trust him.”

finally, you looked up at him, your gaze taking him completely off guard. “don’t hurt him, okay?” and with that, you walked off, moving to join kenma and kuroo, playfully ruffling kenma’s hair as a greeting while gently hip bumping kuroo.

akaashi couldn’t stop the tears from welling up in his eyes again but this time because of pride — pride that his best friend had a people who saw him for who he was and not just some empty headed himbo. instead they, no you, saw bokuto as intelligent, observant and oh so sympathetic.

he watched as bokuto approached you, wrapping his massive arms around your waist and pressing his nose into your hair, laughing softly at your giggles.

if you saw something in kotarou that no one else did, if you treated him with the respect and kindness that he so deserved, then maybe, just maybe, you deserved that kindness too.

and if keiji could try for anyone, he could do it for bokuto.

℗ poker face

try, for him

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[wonwoonlight]

my way to you / jeon wonwoo | chapter 4

➝ Wonwoo x fem!Reader

➝ rich!AU // heir & heiress!AU // best friends to lovers // idiots to lovers lol // fluff // a lil drama bc why not // somewhat angsty // clicheeeee <3

➝ series warning: OC is Dense with a capital D, so many cliches but idc, implied sexual activities (but no actual smut scenes), eventual suggestive scenes, theyre both idiots, food, insecurity and self doubts, somewhat toxic parents, someone fainted like once, not always proofread am sorry ;-; that’s probably it? tell me if there’s more!

➝ A/N: aaand we're finally done with character backgrounds haha. sorry it took quite long, i think i put in too many characters but i promise they'll all have their own roles later on😉 as always, pls enjoy and dont hesitate to share your thoughts with me!! reading your feedbacks is quite healing no matter what hehe

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It’s undermining to say it hasn’t been a good day.

From the moment you open your eyes from your barely enough sleep, you can already feel deep inside your gut that it’s gonna be a long one.

One, you woke up with your head pounding, almost like you’re hungover sans the urge to throw up. Perhaps it’s because you literally slept at three in the morning, losing track of time as you read another report for your monthly meeting with your father. Because even though he’s letting you stray away from the heads position, he makes sure to let you know that you’re obliged to be updated with the company’s overall wellbeing.

Two, you couldn’t get back to sleep for whatever reason even though you’ve only slept for 4 hours at most, and you had absolutely no reason to be lacking sleep when you have no appointment whatsoever for the day. You just end up resting your eyes angrily for two hours straight before you eventually give up and make your way to freshen up in the bathroom.

Three, everyone’s busy. Chaeyoung’s halfway across the world for a business meeting, Jeonghan’s busy with a potential client, Shua’s not picking up your calls and it’s pissing you off. You even tried calling Jinyoung, but he has something to do with his girlfriend, and you’re really not in the mood to be a third-wheel even though he has kindly said you’re welcome to join them if you want.

Even Seungcheol isn't with you today because he has the day off; the one time you don't wish for him to be away from you, he just has to have to be unavailable.

And Wonwoo… well, you know he’s got plans with Jennie. You don’t even bother texting him just in case their plan is magically cancelled. You don’t… want to bother them anyway.

As if he knows you’re talking about him, your phone pings with notifications.

Wonwooo: Hey.

Wonwooo: Have you woken up?

Wonwooo: Heard from Seungcheol your day ended late yesterday.

Wonwooo: Rest up a lot today, ok? We can go grab dinner later if you feel like it.

Wonwooo: Or maybe I can come to your place and we can just order something in.

sheesh i gotta tell seungcheol to stop encouraging ur stalkerish behaviour

i’ll text u abt it later ok

u can just go home if youre too tired tho

Wonwooo: Ouch.

Wonwooo: Is that rejection, princess? I am hurt.

yeah yeah

have a good day won ^^

Wonwooo: You too. I’ll talk to you later?

yupp later

You sigh as you put down your phone, hating the way you feel disheartened for no reason at all. Perhaps it’s just one of those days where all you want to do is wallow in self pity and be sad for the whole day, no catch whatsoever.

You’re weirdly emotional too, and you wonder if it has to do with… well, Wonwoo, or if your period is simply nearing. But ever since Wonwoo says he can’t go with you because of Jennie, your mood hasn’t been in its best state.

There’s just something so close to disappointment clouding your heart even though you have no idea why you’d feel that way. It’s… normal for them to hang out. They are friends, after all, and you know Wonwoo’s mom is close with Jennie’s, so it’s only logical to have Wonwoo take care of her while she’s here.

Still, you can’t help the frown on your face and the way your stomach twists everytime you think about them together.

You swear on everything dear in your life that you don’t harbor any ill feelings towards Jennie Kim, but she just–

Kwon Soonyoung: hi!! Remember me?

Kwon Soonyoung: it’s Soonyoung from the party :D

Kwon Soonyoung: strawberry mousse, rmb??

You blink at the new messages, not expecting this guy to text you out of nowhere. It’s been quite some time since the party, and while it wasn’t your intention to desert him after asking for his number, you simply haven’t had the time to text him just yet.

hi!

yes ofc i rmb u haha

and pls we believe in chocolate mousse supremacy in this house

Kwon Soonyoung: glad to know you remember me haha

Kwon Soonyoung: have you been good?

eh just been ok

work and all that you know

you?

Kwon Soonyoung: that’s not a good answer D:

Kwon Soonyoung: are you busy?

Kwon Soonyoung: i know a place that sells good mousse

You raise your eyebrows at the sudden invitation, trying to see if this is him shooting his shot. But, whatever it is, you'll figure it out sooner or later and spending time with someone seems more appealing than caging yourself in your condo for the whole day; your mind would wander to a dangerous place and Soonyoung seems like a very cool distraction right now.

chocolate mousse?

Kwon Soonyoung: how do you feel about mint chocolate mousse

[sent a location]

Pick me up. Right now.

“Oh my God,” you moan after taking another bite of the mousse in front of you. “Kwon Soonyoung I can literally kiss you for this.”

“Wow, wow,” he backs away jokingly. “I might not look like it but I’m pretty conservative. Take me out on a few dates first and we’ll see, okay?”

You giggle at his words, glad that you decided to come with him. Soonyoung has been nothing but fun, and if the short time you spent with him during the party wasn’t convincing enough, you’re pretty sure that he’s a friend you’d like to keep now.

It’s been an hour or two since he picked you up, and you gotta say you’re pleasantly surprised that the heir of Kwon Tech doesn’t drive a luxury sports car but a convenient Mini Cooper–though you really should’ve known from the get go that Soonyoung is nothing like the typical rich heirs in this scene.

“So how come you’re free at this hour?” you finally decide to ask, humming into your spoon.

“I was supposed to go help my sister but she suddenly cancelled,” he scrunches his nose cutely. “Already took the day off and I was scrolling through my phone when I remembered you.”

“What, I look like someone who’d have nothing to do?”

“Eh, just trying to see if you remember me,” he smiles cheekily. “Didn’t expect you to be free or to say yes, to be honest.”

You laugh a little at this, and then you tell him you’ve just been too swamped with work to invite him for a hang out. “I’m off too today, but all my friends are busy. So who am I to reject your invitation, really?”

“Ouch, was I the second choice?”

“More like sixth… or was it seventh?”

Soonyoung makes a pained look, his lips twisting into a pout as he plants his palm on his chest. “Perhaps rejection would hurt less than this.”

It wouldn’t be a lie to say Soonyoung has been successful in making your day better, making you laugh without trying to. Really, you can’t remember the last time you got comfortable with someone this quick, let alone from this society.

You’re trying your best not to laugh when Soonyoung tells you about his fascination towards tigers, the gleam in his eyes making you feel bad for even wanting to laugh. He’s genuinely into this, you can tell already, and you’re not sure if you want to laugh because this grown ass man is talking about tigers like it’s his whole life, or it’s because he’s simply adorable.

“It’s my dream to make a shelter for them.”

“Soonyoung, they aren’t pets, how are you going to make a shelter for tigers?” you giggle, though you can tell that Soonyoung is serious about this.

“Dunno. Maybe I should set up an organization for their rescue and restore rainforests instead. Gotta protect them, you know? And–oh, isn’t that Wonwoo?”

You turn to see where he’s pointing at, and you can feel something bitter in your tongue when you see Wonwoo and Jennie at the counter, the girl looking through the pastry display while Wonwoo patiently waits for her to choose. You try your best to mask the frown on your face; so much for finally having a better mood.

“Oh, right. He did mention he’s going out today,” you shrug in mock nonchalance, pretending like it doesn’t affect you in any way. “Let him be, yeah?”

Soonyoung knows when someone doesn’t wish to talk about something and that’s exactly what your tone tells him. So he simply nods and tries to turn the topic into something else. But he doesn’t even get to talk for that long before a soft voice calls you in welcome surprise, and he notices the way you tense for a split second before a polite smile graces your face.

“Hi Jennie.” He hears you say, not even addressing Wonwoo who joins your table a few seconds after, his face colored surprised that you’re here–with him. He can easily tell that Wonwoo’s trying to catch your eyes, but your gaze is locked on the drink in front of you. The guy turns to him and then nods in greeting which Soonyoung hesitantly returns.

“Hi, it’s been so long since I saw you,” the girl–Jennie?–says, and, as far as he can tell, she doesn’t sound like she’s just saying it. She sounds sincere, like she’s genuinely happy that she sees you, and Soonyoung can’t help but wonder why you don’t seem like you return the sentiment even though the girl herself doesn’t seem to mind.

“Yeah, been sometime.” Your tone isn’t curt though, he notes, it’s small and it sounds like you’re not sure how to talk to her.

“I’m Soonyoung,” he says when Jennie turns to him with a friendly smile, not even waiting for her to ask. “Kwon Soonyoung.”

“Sorry that was impolite of me,” Jennie turns to him and takes his hand before she introduces herself. “Are you guys on a date or…?”

Wonwoo’s jaw clenches at the question, and Soonyoung is starting to wonder if he’s really observative or these people are just too obvious.

“No,” he waves his hand with a coy smile. “She’s not my type.”

“Hey!” you laugh at his words, hitting his arm as you do so. Soonyoung seems like he’s about to say something, but Wonwoo decides he’s had enough of this scene in front of him and halts the topic there.

“Didn’t you say you’re going to Shua’s?”

“He’s not answering my calls,” you shrug, taking another bite of your dessert. “Maybe I’ll visit later.”

Just then, Jennie’s phone rings and she steps away to take the call, smiling apologetically at all of you.

“I’m sorry, do you mind telling me why she looks familiar?” Soonyoung asks the moment she’s out of earshot.

“You know Ruby Corp.? She’s the heiress,” you answer shortly, not explaining further about how she knows you personally. But then you continue, trying your best to sound like you’re disinterested. “And she's Wonwoo's friend since they were kids.”

Wonwoo’s, you say. Something that sounds awfully like a line you’re drawing about your relation to her. Soonyoung doesn’t comment further though, simply nods as he ponders to himself.

If he’s to be completely honest, he still doesn’t know the nature of your relationship with Wonwoo. You’re not dating, but the way Wonwoo has been eyeing him warily and the way you react when you see Jennie and Wonwoo together say a lot to Soonyoung. Are you in denial? Or do you simply not wish to be in a relationship?

“You still up for dinner tonight?” Wonwoo asks softly, which makes Soonyoung feel terribly out of place. To others, this may not sound like anything, but to Soonyoung, this sounds a lot like making a statement. Almost like he’s telling him you’re coming home to him tonight.

“Maybe if I’m not too tired?”

“I’ll just drop by with takeouts then,” he concludes, not giving you space to say no.

“Um, sorry, but I need to get back,” Jennie interrupts before any of you can say anything more, just in time for the device in Wonwoo’s hand to vibrate, signaling them that their orders are ready. “The costume team came in earlier than we thought so…”

“Alright,” Wonwoo nods and tells her to reminds her of her orders by the cashier. She apologizes once again to you and Soonyoung, and then tells him it’s nice to meet him before she turns to you and says she wishes you can hang out together sometime.

“I’ll call you?” Wonwoo says, unsure. But you just nod and tell him to drive safe, lips pressed together when he pats your head and bids goodbye to Soonyoung.

It’s quiet for a few seconds before you look up at him again, trying your best to look like you didn’t go through a hoard of emotions in the span of ten minutes.

“So… you up to go to my cousin’s studio?”

That night, you arrive at your condo only to see Wonwoo’s shoes by the door and what sounds like rustling somewhere in the house. Quietly, you make your way to the kitchen only to be greeted by Wonwoo’s back; you wait to see if he’ll speak first, but when a few seconds pass and he still doesn’t say anything, you take it to yourself to break the silence.

“Hey,” you greet him as you sit down on your kitchen island, eyes busy following Wonwoo moving the food out of the plastic bags. “Did you just get here?”

“Hey,” you hear him between the sound of plastics rustling against each other. “Yeah, probably been 5 minutes at most.”

Silence settles between the two of you again after that, and it’s uncomfortable in ways that you can’t really explain. You’re never uncomfortable in Wonwoo’s presence and you can only guess the reason why you’re feeling this way.

“Did you come back from Shua’s studio?” he says after a while, placing everything on the island in front of you. At your nod, he asks again. “Did he take you home?”

“Soonyoung did,” you say as you open the wrapping, already distracted by its scent. Maybe acting like you’re oblivious of the tense situation at hands would make it more bearable. “Oooh, snowy chicken!”

“Right, Soonyoung,” he whispers under his breath, almost like he’s suppressing his annoyance. “How did you end up hanging out with him again?”

So you told him about how Soonyoung texted you earlier, asking if you’re down to go somewhere with him if you’re not busy. That you were bored and everyone else doesn't have time for you and you’d rather go with him rather than stay at home doing nothing. Wonwoo doesn’t miss your jab at him, but he doesn’t comment on it and simply hums as he ponders to himself.

“You… seem to like him a lot.” You wonder if you’re simply imagining the edge in his voice, but, nevertheless, you brush it off and simply nod your head yes.

“He’s fun. You should hang out with him too sometimes.”

“Is he flirting with you?” he shoots straight to it, no longer able to mask his annoyance.

“That’s what you’re worried about?” you exclaim, relaxing a little now that you know why he seems tense, the uncomfortable atmosphere gone within seconds—he’s always been like that everytime a guy seems to be getting close to you.

You’ve always wondered if it’s normal that he’s that protective of you, but, at the end of the day, you brush off the thought because that’s how you are too when you hear Wonwoo’s getting close with someone.

Wonwoo doesn’t say anything, simply sits down next to you and opens the pickled radish from its container and slides it to you. “You don’t have to worry, Won. I promise he’s not doing anything funny, I know better than that.”

He sighs at your gentle tone, the way your hand is gently grasping his arm softening the frown on his face. How can he tell you it’s not the only thing he’s worried about? That the fact that you seem to like Soonyoung already doesn’t sit well with him?

He can’t even remember the last time you befriended anyone–let alone a guy–from this society. You make it clear that you’re not interested in being friends with any of them, always sticking to Wonwoo and making a point to turn the other way around everytime someone tries to talk you up. It doesn’t always work, and most of the time people either think you’re feisty or you’re too arrogant for your own good; but you don’t really care–you have no business talking to them anyway.

But here’s Soonyoung, CEO in the training to replace his father in the future, somehow managing to talk to you, getting your number, and succeeding in inviting you to hang out with him in less than a month. He’s never going to admit it, but Kwon Soonyoung seems too much like a threat and he’s not sure how to handle the twisted feeling within him just yet.

Wonwoo has never really had to deal with jealousy–perhaps once during university when you got into your first serious relationship only to declare you’re never having another one after it ended messily–because you always come back to him at the end of the day and you never let people in easily to begin with.

But this… whatever is going on between you and Kwon Soonyoung isn’t something that Wonwoo has ever faced and, quite frankly, it sends his feelings all over this place despite his expertise in masking them.

“Don’t you trust me?” you pout a little when he doesn't say anything still, shaking his arm. “You know I’m not dense enough not to realize when someone’s flirting with me, right? You, of all people, know how many times I’ve ghosted people the moment I realize they’re expecting romance out of me.”

The words hit a little too close to home and Wonwoo can only bite down a sigh before you realize your words are just making him feel worse if anything.

If only you knew.

“Won, come on,” you move forward to cup his cheeks, squishing them together while Wonwoo stares blankly at you. “He’s just a friend, okay? We’re not interested in each other that way. No one’s coming for your best friend spot, too.”

“Alright,” he says at last, pulling away from your touch before you notice the way his eyes won’t stop dropping down your lips. “If you’re so sure about him.”

“You’ll be the first to know if he ever does anything funny,” you shrug before digging in, convinced that it’ll ease Wonwoo with his worry even though it really only does the opposite. “Anyway, are you staying over tonight?”

Wonwoo hums and checks his phone to see if he has any morning meetings tomorrow, nodding at you once he makes sure he’s able to sleep in your place. “Sure, I’m too lazy to drive back anyway.”

“Can we have movie night?”

You should know by now Wonwoo has never been able to say no to you.

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