#Like idk how to explain but he keeps getting prettier

[meifaism]

New favorite genre of Oscar pictures unlocked. Cutie patootie<333

[luveline]

Hi idk if u have already written this if u have pls igonore but what about the first time bombshell reader calls Spencer beautiful?

fem, 1k

“Gideon has a new prodigy.” 

Your head rises of its own accord. “Yeah?” 

“He's younger than you. Twenty three, I think Hotch said. Fresh out of college, two degrees and working on a third? Or maybe he was getting his doctorate? I couldn't keep up.” Morgan shakes his head in disapproval. “Overeducated and under-experienced. He failed his physicals. The ones he took, anyways.” 

“Ooh, ouch. A baby on the team before me,” you joke with a smile. “Genius baby, but a baby.” 

Morgan smiles when you smile, he's too nice not to, but he picks up soon enough, crossing his arms where he's stood and wrinkling what was once a finely steamed suit jacket. “I don't know what Gideon's thinking.” 

“Does anyone ever know what he's thinking? What's Hotch say about it all?” 

Morgan reads what you're typing from over your shoulder and corrects a mistake. One day you won't need his help, but for now you take as much of it as you can get. You're not too proud to acknowledge when you mess up, you're a realist. Super sensible (in mind if not action). 

“Hotch lets Gideon do what he wants, mostly. What can you do when he's one of the originals?” Morgan leans heavily onto his desk by the forearms and shrugs. You’re similar in this regard; complain, move on. You're similar in other ways, too. That's why you get along. 

“Well, I want to meet this guy,” you say. “We'll be teammates just as soon as Strauss stops hating me. I'm one strategic boxed bouquet from a full pardon.” He laughs and touches your arm like he believes you. “Is he around?” 

“Here they are now.” 

You spin in Morgan's desk chair slowly. Jason Gideon is stalking through the office with his head in the contents of a manilla envelope, while a new face follows behind him talking a mile a minute. 

“Obviously,” you hear Gideon interrupt as they get close enough. “Agent Morgan can explain that to you. Don't overthink it, Spencer, just try to get through it.” 

He doesn't acknowledge you nor Morgan as he leaves Spencer and hurries up the steps leading to his and Hotch's offices. You aren't expecting much else from him. What little Gideon knows about you he doesn't like. If you ever get over the Strauss hurdle, it's him you'd have to convince next. You don't watch him cross the landing, your gaze focused on the man making his timid way toward you. Your lips part briefly, and then quirk into an overjoyed smile. 

“Oh, you're beautiful,” you say without thinking. 

He frowns at you. 

“Reid,” Morgan interrupts, “This is Y/N L/N. She works in the sex crimes division. As you can imagine, we get a lot of crossover.” You stand, holding out your hand. “Y/N, this is Spencer Reid.” 

“I don't shake. Sorry.” 

You press your hand to your chest. “Oh, that's okay. I shouldn't assume…” Your voice melds into a silkiness that has his shapely brows furrowing further, “It's nice to meet you, Spencer Reid. You're really pretty, do you know that?” 

Spencer peeks at Morgan quickly, who laughs good-naturedly. “She's serious, Reid. She's not making fun of you.” 

“You'd know,” Spencer says. It isn't malicious, but it isn't exactly friendly, either.

You twist to frown at Morgan deeply. “Morgan, you're not being nice to him?” 

“I'm being plenty nice, sweetheart, but this is how it works. I gotta haze him a little.” 

“No, you don't.” You tip your cheek toward your shoulder to look at Spencer through your lashes. “He pretends to be worse than he is, I promise. But don't let him neg you, okay? You're smarter than he is–” 

“Hey.” 

“–and he's used to being the office pretty boy. It's jealousy, nothing else,” you finish. Spencer really is gorgeous now you're close enough to see his eyes. A brown like caramelised sugar tented by dark, dark eyelashes. When he smiles, the very slightest hint of teeth shows, and it makes him even prettier. You endeavour to make him smile again. “Sorry if I'm coming off a little strong. It's not my intention.” 

“She's just nervous. You have everything she wants,” Morgan says. 

You sigh forlornly. “Oh, doesn't he?” Spencer's confused pout is even cuter than his smile. “Getting into the BAU is about as easy as walking on water.” 

“For a human,” Spencer says. “Easier if you're smaller. Like a water strider.” 

There's a silence. Morgan is aghast, you think. You're in love. 

“Yeah?” you ask, stars in your eyes as his own spark to life. 

“Because water strider's can transfer their weight, but also due to their hydrofuge hairpiles. Their microhairs.” He catches himself, measuring your expression carefully. “Did you really wanna know?” 

“Do you wanna get a cup of coffee and tell me about it?” you ask. 

His lips part as yours had when you first saw him. 

He's prevented from answering as Hotch's office door opens and the man himself walks out near the railing. “Good, you’re here. I have something to talk to you about.” 

You grin at him. “I'd love to chat, Agent Hotchner, but I'm getting to know your new protégé.”

“I see.” He waits. 

You would ignore him —Hotch has a soft spot for you (or rather, he likes you enough to put up with you, which is more than can be said about other members of his division) and he'd shrug off your dismissal— but you're really keen to hear what he has to say. Perhaps Strauss has changed her mind about your proposed trail basis with the team. 

“I'm so sorry,” you say to Spencer, immediately re-dazzled by his pretty, lovely face. “It was really nice to meet you, Spencer Reid. Maybe next time you can tell me more about it.” 

You give Morgan a quick thank you for the help with your paperwork and trust him to log out of your emails. In your rush up the stairs, you hear a wisp of conversation. 

“Was she messing with me?” 

Morgan laughs. “No, kid. That's how she is.” 

"Oh... She's nice."

"You have no idea."

[artsarasp]

Hello! I love your art! Do you recommend the Italian sv translation? It's so much prettier than the English one i keep just going into bookshops and stroking it 🤣 But i haven't been able to justify the expense since I've already got them all in English 😭

Ahhh!! I'd say no??? I'm sorry as much as I'm having fun noticing all the differences between the English edition and the Italian one the more I read the more it becomes clear I should have just gone with the English edition (it's fine in the end cause I bought it when I was out with my friends and I was just very high on spirits!)

They got rid of all the suffixes as well as the glossary about them and the pronunciation guides at the end of the book. Being that there are no suffixes except Shizun (which they don't explain what it means btw, it is mentioned in the general glossary in the suffixes section which is very funny since they got rid of them all) sometimes the text becomes much longer because they need to explain a lot more.

"This was the most senior of the original Shen Qingqiu’s disciples, Luo Binghe’s shixiong, Ming Fan." becomes "Ming Fan era il più anziano tra i suoi discepoli e fratello marziale di Luo Binghe, ma sopra di lui nella scala gerarichica." ( Ming Fan was the most senior of his disiples and Luo Binghe's martial brother, but of higher hierarchy) It's not that bad but it makes everything a little bit longer. Also, all the names of the places have been translated, which is great for understanding but some names are a bit of a mouthful in Italian. They also keep repeating the translated sword's names, first, they go the "Xiuya sword" and right after there's "La spada dell'eleganza spirituale" which would be fine if it wasn't for the fact that it seems to be doing it multiple times AND the fact that the translated names are already available at the end of the book in the character profiles. Idk, maybe it gets better later on but it's irking me a little bit.

There are some diffrences that are very funny if not that they change how a character comes across.

YQY in English saying "Shidi, Don't be angry" has become "Smettila di prendertela con quel ragazzo" (Stop picking on that boy) which was so weird for him to say that it had me opening the English edition to check what he was saying.

When SQQ describes Ming Fan in English it goes "Ming Fan’s appearance was respectable enough, it was just that his face was a bit unfortunate, with a sharp mouth and sunken cheeks." In Italian it goes "Se non fosse stato per le labbra sottili e il volto che ricordava il muso di una scimmia, avrebbe avuto un aspetto accettabile" (If it wasn't for his thin lips and his face which resembled a monkey's snout, he would have looked acceptable) WHICH IS SO MUCH MEANER BUT FUNNY- MING FAN MY POOR BOY.

But now I got to a bit that actually made me a bit annoyed. Like, it doesn't make sense in Italian.

When the system lists what SQQ can do to get B-Points, point two is "Avoid landmines that break suspension of disbelief." and in Italian it got translated to " Eliminare i trigger" (Delete the triggers) which doesn't make sense??? In Italian or English?? This is not how we use the word trigger. I've even asked some friends if maybe I was stupid and forgot my own language but no, it doesn't make sense, no one understood what point two was! This is bad.

I'm gonna keep reading because I can have fun spotting the differences but honestly, treasure your English edition.

[madame-fear]

In 500 words or less please explain why you love Lukey poo pie so much

My time has come. *intense hand rubbing*

Ah, where do I begin explaining my never ending adoration for Lucerys?

I have to admit that at first sight, when he appeared on episode 8, I hadn’t paid much attention to him until ep. 10; and what had drawn me the most to him initially, was his very endearingly sweet personality.

Idk what about him but the fact that he felt insecure about being the next Lord of Driftmark and him thinking he wasn’t as perfect as his mother was AND RHAENYRA PAMPERING HIM LIKE A LITTLE BABY MADE MY ENTIRE HEART SWELL FOR HIM BECAUSE I WANTED TO COMFORT HIM TOO AUIDKFKGJEIDJR

That was what began making me feel a bit more attatched to him. Idk why I hadn’t focused on him when he felt insecure of being stared at when Jace and him where on Kings Landing, but I guess I found his attitude on the last episode even cuter than in the previous episode where he appeared.

And I HONESTLY HAVE NO IDEA WHY, BUT WHEN I SAW HIM TRAINING WITH JACE AND GETTNG HIS OWN SWORD THROWN TO THE GROUND AND HIM GETTING DRAGGED THROUGH THE SAND BY JACE JUST MADE ME GO LIKE ????? HES SUCH A PATHETIC LITTLE DRAGON PRINCE I LOVE HIM SM!!!!!!

THERES SOMETHING ABOUT HIM BEING PATHETIC AND SUBMISSIVE BY NATURE (submissive bc i lack another word) THAT JUST WON MY HEART,, 💗🙏

But but but since I was in love with another fictional man, I didn’t want Luke to occupy my mind. I thought I liked the character and thought he was sweet, that was all... And I tried to keep it that way, but look at me now.

Please dont ask why I found his awful skills in fighting adorable to me. I just did and I still love how Luke was pathetically horrible at combat. There is something in that failure that makes him look even prettier and kissable.

And by the time the Storms End scene was coming/came, I simply swooned with adoration at how despite he was nearly shitting and peeing his pants at the thought of meeting Lord Baratheon, he still tried to make his mother proud and went to Storms End. I was having the building up of thinking just how brave and courageous Luke was in his own way, despite being scared/nervous.

DONT GET ME STARTED AT HOW AMUSED I WAS WHEN I HEARD HIM SPEAK HIGH VALYRIAN. I GRIPPED THE SHEETS AND FOUGHT BACK A SMILE. Also his focus on trying to escape and how prettily cool he looked with his hair wet just caught my attention.

Of course my heart shattered when he was eaten by Vhagar and Arrax got chomped off. And ever since, I never fully got him out of my mind. Lucerys might have been insecure and nervous, yes, but he was brave. And since I re-watched HOTD like 3 times (the 2 times I was already head over heels for him), I also found the way he tried to defend his brother when he saw Jace about to punch Aemond truly mesmerising.

Did he get face-planted on a plate full of food by Aegon? Yes, he did. Did he try his own way to defend his brother despite being bad at physical fighting? Also, yes. And that is what truly matters to me — his intentions to fight back for his family despite being bad at it.

Ok so maybe I made a big ramble there. But basically, what first made me be terribly attatched to him was just how preciously cute, timid, adorable, and pathetic he was (is). There was something in his behaviour that made me want to tightly embrace him, rub his back tenderly, and fill every inch of his face with tons of adoring smooches while telling him not to feel insecure about being the next Lord of Driftmark, and how he was perfect the way he was.

Now, getting onto his physical appearance. And when I say that was the last thing I focused on him when I was falling for Lukie Pookie, I genuinely mean it.

His hazel green eyes. Those gorgeous hazel green eyes of his, that make me want to stare at them tirelessly. Idk how to say it, but I find them to be so beautifully expressive. They are so precious, they look like a pair of jade gems. I sincerely adore how sometimes depending on the lighting they may look blue-ish, grey-ish, or just vividly green. My God, he swoops me off my feet with his way of staring.

DONT EVEN GET ME STARTED ON HIS PERFECTLY SWEET NOSE AND HIS ROSY LIPS!!!! you guys have no idea how many smooches I would place on the tip of his nose, and how I would love to softly trace it with the tip of my finger AHHFJRJXKENDJFJ and I wanna squish his rosy cheeks and caress them and just tell him how much I HOLD HIM VERY DEARLY ON MY HEART LIKE NO OTHER 💗💗💗

His hands and his skin looks soooo lovable. Lemme kiss his knuckles and every inch of his skin, and run my fingers through his messy but soft-looking hair mwah mwah mwah🥰🥰🥰😍😍🙏🙏

Okay so im very bad at explaining myself, especially when it comes to these type of things lmao but basically I adore his entire self. Like, literally; my heart could combust from all the adoration I feel for him, i can’t contain it anymore ughghghg

Basically, I love him so so much and so dearly because there’s something in him that I just find so sweetly melting. His insecure personality, yet courageous on his own way, makes me want to tightly hug him and hold him on my arms and tell Luke just how perfect I believe he is and why he should never think otherwise, and I just want to fill him with all the love and care he deserves to have. There is something adorable about him that I need to smother in with affection.

Gods im so awful at explaining my romantic feelings and this is LONGER than 500 words, but it had to be explained (probably in an awful rambling way, but still) 🥺🥰💘💘

[luvyeni]

a new anon here! I AM IN LOVE W UR WRITING, like idk how to explain it.

Is it okay if I can i request an enhypen (legal line ofc) reaction to seeing your bra on accident while you're taking off their (enha) sweatshirt.

Suggestive or smut, however you prefer and are comfortable with writing.

ALSO can I be added on anon list as, 🪐

ty have a great rest of your week and take ur time, I am patient.

—｛🎂｝SEEING YOUR BRA; W/ EN- HYUNG LINE

pairings. enha!hyungline x fem!reader

wc. 0.7k

warnings. language, nipple play , little bit of dirty talk

synopsis. enhypen's reaction to you accidentally flashing them.

—｛🍰｝... HEESEUNG ⋮ !

thinks you're teasing him , but doesn't want to assume anything.

"baby." he giggled , watching you struggle to take his sweatshirt off , your baby blue bra on display. "your bra is showing." he stood up , helping you get it over your head. he reached for your shirt , but you stopped him , pulling it over your head. "i knew it." he voice deepened. "i knew you were teasing me." he pulled at your bra , your boobs spilling out the bra. "m'really?" he nodded , grabbing your boob , kneading it in your hand , you moaned softly. "that feels nice baby?" you nodded , he smiled , taking your boob into his mouth , sucking on your nipple , pulling away , leaving little marks.

"i fucking love your tits baby."

—｛🍰｝... JAY ⋮ !

100% sure you're teasing him , and he isn't going for it , even though it was a accident.

he watched you take his sweatshirt off , your shirt lifting, revealing your black lace bra that he bought. "baby." you heard his tone. "if you want something , ask for it , teasing me won't get you anything." you looked down , looking at him. "i didn't know." you said , but he wasn't going for it. "yeah, okay." he walked over to you , unhooking your bra with one hand , letting it hit the floor. "jay!" you covered your boobs , only for him to move them.

"don't be shy now baby , show me those pretty tits."

—｛🍰｝... JAKE ⋮ !

doesn't really care if it was intentional or not , he's horny now and he wants you.

"why are you taking it off , does it not smell like me anymore?" jake eyes followed you. "that's not it baby." you reached down grabbing the ends of the sweatshirt. "it's too hot outside , i don't need it." you lifting it over your head , revealing your pink bra. "baby , you're bra." he bit his lip. "oh , im sorry." you wear about to pull it down , when he stopped. "take it off." he said , you smirked , taking it off , walking over to straddle his lap. "such a pretty bra baby." he toyed with the strap , letting it fall down your arm , doing the same with the other.

"even prettier tits underneath."

—｛🍰｝... SUNGHOON ⋮ !

thinks you're trying to tease him , why else would you show him your bra that's conveniently his favorite color.

"take it off , it's warm in here , you're gonna pass out." you reached down , pulling the sweatshirt over your head , unaware that your shirt got caught , lifting up revealing your red bra — sunghoons favorite color. "tsk... what games are you playing at princess?" you were confused. "what are you talking about?" he scoffed , before he grabbed the ends of your shirt , pulling it over your head. "don't stop now , keep going , now your pants." his eyes were sharp. "go on." you complied unbuttoning your pants , they feel pooling at your ankles. "come here." he beckoned you over.

"you're such a tease , showing me your bra , too bad im about to ruin it , it was pretty to."

©️LUVYENI

[sirenmoth]

Breeding Team

Everyone x AFAB!Reader

You can thank @/simonrileyscockring a/b/o orgy asks for this, only fem!reader im doing for the time being, dont try this at home. I regret nothing, haven’t wrote smut in 5 years so this might be bad

CW: DUNCON, no use of y/n, gangbang, unprotected sex (obvi), porn with very little plot- and that plot is also porn, breeding kink/breeding, cum marking, pregnancy mentions, p in v sex, oral (m and f receving and m and f giving), exhibitionism, voyerusim, fingering, choking, anal, anal fisting, dumbification?, double penetration, double penetration in one hole (quadruple penetration? idk how to explain it), massive dubcon, rough sex?, manhandling, abo dynamics, knots, knot fucking, mention of collaring, biting, marking, overstimulation, pussy slapping, squirting, scent marking, degradation, praise, lactation, aftercare, 3 holes and two hands made to service 8 men, i wrote this between 1am-7am, sexulising your military propaganda, the tagging and warnings killed me 

Next

Being the only omega on a team made up of alphas was draining, even more so when you were unmated and unclaimed, you liked it that way, being free and your own person, until Soap came running into the Commons room, waving around your box of prescribed scent suppressants you asked for to hide your omega stance and scent from the team of men you worked with. All turning to look at you with hunger in their eyes, more then ready to eat you whole.

Who knew you’d up here, like this.

Sitting on Ghost and Königs laps, their cocks, questioning whose idea it was for you to take the two biggest men of the whole squad in one hole as the rest watched, watched you get prepared for what was to come as they both had four fingers each moments pire in the same hole their cocks were occupying, stretching for them. “Such a good pet, such a good omega for us.” Ghost whispered as both he and the Austrian man adjusted their positions, both men had their masks pulled up to their noses, leaving only the bottom part exposed, ripping a whine out of you, allowing enough room for Gaz to get behind you with a bottle of lube in hand. Opening it up and applying a generous amount to your back entrance as König and Ghost soothed you, one petting your hair other other muttering sweet nothings of reassurance in your ear “You can take it doll, it’s ok” helping to distract you from the burn as Kyle pushed in two fingers, scissoring you open, pulling moan after moan, soon he added a fourth, the his whole fist, adding more lube before slowly thrusting his fist in an out. 

“That’s it Hase, doing so good for us, so pretty like this, spread open and ready for us to use” König muttered into the crook of your neck before biting down, the other masked man following suit, placing his mark on the other side opposite to Königs, soon each memeber of the team placed their mark somewhere on your shoulders or neck saying “You look so pretty claimed, but you���ll look even prettier mated and breed.” as Gaz applied more lube as he entered four more fingers, sending you into an unexpected orgasm.

Clamping down on the two cocks already inside you, Kyle pulled out his fist and fingers just in time before Alejandro lined up his shaft to your freashly prepped hole, slidding in with ease until he bottomed out, snaking his arm around your waist to play with your neglected and overstimulated clit as Price joined in, graciously applying more lube to the already spit-lubed slick hole, groaning out a quiet “fuck” as he entered. Soon enough the Captian gave a quick nod to the rest of the team, the one inside you started moving in an uneven rhythm, never leaving you empty, keeping you stuffed. Graves and Rudy turned your head to the left where they stood, sliding their awaiting cocks into your open mouth as your hands worked up and down on Kyle’s and Johnny’s members, licking and swallowing all eight men’s scent and musk like air. The sound of skin against skin, gags and garbled moans filled the Commons room, the four inside you pushed in their knows, effectively knot fucking your already streached and abused holes, the four above you passed your mouth around like a fleshlight, making you take them right down to their knots.

“Gonnae cum if ye keep this up, bonnie” Soap slurs above you, throwing his head back in bliss as he moves your mouth on his and Gaz’s shafts, your hands occupied by Graves and Rudy’s members, smearing their pre-cum up and down, “C’mon bonita, squeeze tighter, gonna cum all over your face, mark you up” Rudy takes your fist in his hands to make you squeeze tighter as he fucks into it. Your cum-smeared, sweat soaked skin was littered in brusies and hickies, making crude constellations on your skin, your stomach, womb and ass filled with their cum. Bite marks, their bite marks covered your neck, lesser bite marks over the rest of your body, claiming and marking you as their omega, the teams omega. Their bitch. Their free-use cumslut.

“There ya go, luv” Priced murmured into your ear, the prasies dripped from their lips as they filled your holes was like an aphrodisiac drug you never wanted to come down from. Alejandro leaned down, kissing your neck, smiling as he promised to “Keep you stuffed, mi amor, keep you so full of our cum and our cubs you won’t be able to move. You’d like that wouldn’t you?” Your moans was the only consent they needed as they pumped you full of their seed, unable to tell who was where, who was inside you rearranging your organs you whined you a pathetic “please, breed me” as they manhandled you into different positions, using you as a way to get all their pent-up stress and frustration out.

How long has it been? Minutes? Hours? Days? It was hard to keep track of, some of the team left to go back to their jobs once they were satisfied, coming back in their free time with more stuff to add to the nest, sometimes telling whoever was using you to give it a rest as they feed you and kept you hydrated, “shhh, cariño, you to drink” Rudy  pressing a water bottle to your lips as you rest against his chest, holding you in place as Gaz eats your pussy like a man starved, limbs feeling heavy and weightless as you drank the water, wanting to be a good omega.

After Gaz had his fill, König lifts your wek legs over his broad shoulders, putting you in a mating press, effectively pinning you in place with nowhere to run as he bullied his knot into you, keeping eye contact as he rips orgam after orgam out of you, watching your blissed fucked-out expression, once he was done, knot still fully inside you to make sure “it catches”, König moves you legs from his shoulders to his waist, petting your frizzy tangled post sex hair, cooing about how “pretty you look” and “you’ll look like a godess pregnant with my cubs”. Moving a pillow under your head, “Get some sleep, Maus, we are not done with you yet.”

Waking up some time later to light feather kisses on your face. Opening your to notice your being held up by two pairs of strong hands and König was gone, “G’morning, bonnie. Yeh sleep well?” Soap chirps, his accent thick with lust, he pulls you into a heated his as he entered you pussy, the soft blankets and pillows of the nest, as well as the sqauds old clothes they brought, keeping you grounded as the team breeds you over and over, legs unabled to move without support, little did you know that was their intention to make sure by the time their through with you your fully breed with their pups, too swollen and fucked out to move, begging for more, to be fucked full again.

“You can take another, can’t you pet?” Ghost growls behind you, nipping at your ear as he pushes into your abused asshole, “This is where you belong, a good breeding bitch for us to use.” He growls again and begins moving at a faster, brutal pace, Johnny laughs at your whines and moans, moving at the same pace as his superior, the men sharing a kiss over your shoulder as they move, speaking as if you weren’t there,

 “Maybe we should get a collar, a pretty collar for our pretty omega.”

 “Get the task force’s symbol engraved on it, along with our names.”

“Aye, let everyone know who she belongs tae.”

Ghost moves his hands to your breats, kneading them until milk spills over from the excessive fucking and breeding, “So good, so so good puppy” Soap grumbles before attaching himself to your right nipple, sucking up and drinking as much milk as possible, “Leave some for the cubs, Johnny” Simon hisses out as you clamp down after another soul shattering orgasm, “Cannae help it L.T, just taste so good” both men continue talking as if you weren’t there, weren’t impaled on their cocks and knots, sandwiched in the middle. One of the masked man hand moved towards the base of your neck, squeezing just enough to make you dizzy the other hand moving to your abused nub, pinching and pulling, leaving the occasional SMACK  while Soap nursed from your chest.

A lound moan from you brought them out of their conversation, “Ye gonnae cum, hen?”Johnny  teased the nipple he was just sucking on, moving to nurse from the other one, a long incoherent whine escaped your lips as Ghost flattened his palm against your mound, both men rutting their knots into you, chasing their high, as Ghost behind you kept slapping your exposed nerve, over and over, getting rougher until it was hard to make a single noise “Soak us, ya can do it, pet, be a good slut and soak us.” you couldn’t tell who was speaking as you were brought closer to the edge. 

“Soak” SLAP “Us” another SLAP

until you finally snap, letting out a high pitched squeal as you came, squirting over both men and the nest underneath you, head falling back against Ghosts chest as they kept thrusting into your worn out body “t-too..mu-ch..” was all you could stammer out, unable to take anymore, Johnny kisses the tears away from your eyes telling you “We’re almost done, bonnie” grabbing the fat on your hips as leverage to pound into you, Simon tightens the grip around your neck as they cum inside you, slow thrust to make sure their seed stays in. Smearing what fell out over your body, letting everyone know who you belong to.

Finally it was over.

Each man came and went, cooing and whispering sweet nothings and praises at at you, as they bring food and rearranged the nest so it was more comfortable for their good little omega, rubbing your swollen belly, swollen with their cubs and their cum, Graves helps you into one of his shirts to cover up with, Alejandro and Rudy went to the kitchen to make the squad some food as Price and Ghost went off to find more nest material for their well breed omega, they clean you up with their clothes, keeping their smell on you, laying you down on the nest comfy nest floor. König laid in between you legs, suckling off you clit saying he’s “making sure your all clean” as Gaz and Soap nursed off your chest, now plump with milk “gotta make sure everything works, doll” Kyle smiles, looking up at you with a nipple still in his mouth “Can’t have the litter starving now, can we?” he laughs before taking the bruised nipple back into his mouth.

Laying there, surrounded and covered in you teams musk and smell, their warmth, you finally felt relaxed, nestled in a cocoon of your alphas blankets, pillows and old worn clothes,weakly running your hands through each of the boys’ hair, quietly moaning and whimpering, you accept there no place better then this, accepting you role as the squad’s breeding bitch.

[kageyamatobiyogurt]

haikyuu boys and what they did over quarantine

a/n: we all maybe got into something new or fell back in love with something old and ngl i feel like we’re spiraling back into early pandemic vibes so here’s me coping and writing something lighthearted nsysys

includes: tendou, kuroo, iwaizumi, kageyama, sakusa

tendou: bread

i feel like he kind of always figured he’d be able to do it but never found the time ??

specifically hopped on the bread baking trend

mans started out very basic, a standard loaf of white bread and it turned out alright

this is good he thought, but also kind of boring 

so he began getting more curious

what else could he do?? what other ingredients can he use???

mans really starts his bread grind, basting some loads in butter and seasoning with different herbs

he becomes a master at grinding garlic lmao

when he figures out how to braid bread they all start to come out prettier with more elaborate designs

he learns that he can cut a loaf with a knife so that it’ll bake with certain indents 

he makes bagels at some point too???

also has to chill out at some point because there is more bread in his house than he can eat

lowkey gains a following on tiktok for his quirky self narrating his process

there’s always an aggressive bead slap somewhere and idk how else to explain it 

occasionally delivers bread to family and friends such as ushijima (while making sure he was quarantined and negative and following social distancing rules)

mans goes around his neighborhood on a bike with fresh bread in the basket and it’s just overall very wholesome 

overall, he establishes that he’s good with food :))

kuroo: knitting

he actually doesn’t know what possessed him to try this out

maybe he was feeling a bit antsy staying home all the time

maybe he felt unproductive, there was nothing tangible from all the time he was just inside 

one day he comes across one of those tiktoks where someone knits an entire sweater 

the lightbulb goes off in his head - maybe i can do that he thinks 

it’s just a loop in a loop, right? 

the first thing he ever attempts is a scarf because it’s essentially a really long strip 

it’s a bit wonky because it’s his first. there’s a random hole in the yarn here and there and the tightness of his loops aren’t very balanced 

you could kind of tell he was struggling with the first ten rows lmao 

but he does get the hang of it towards the end of the scarf 

eventually he finds himself trying to figure out more intricate stitches and following more intricate patterns 

knitting almost becomes therapeutic when he needs something to do with his hands 

ends up knitting presents for people: specifically kenma. kuroo makes him a little beanie to keep his little head warm :((

mans will also probably tackle knitting with the really big yarn- the kind that people knit with by using their arms as the knitting needles lmaoo

he does eventually knit himself an entire sweater and he is quite proud 

iwaizumi: actually resting

he’s usually a busy guy, really embodied the word “grind” pre-pandemic

he was satisfied with the routine he established for himself too 

his body was used to it 

he’d wake up at six every morning, have his lunch on the go, get to work, do his work, then go home, maybe look over some of his client’s workout plans, have dinner, and go to bed at a reasonable hour 

most minutes of his day had a purpose 

so when everything was suddenly work from home, iwaizumi was a bit bothered that his routine was disturbed

suddenly, there were a couple extra hours in his day he didn’t know what to do with 

suddenly, he didn’t have to wake up at six am 

suddenly, he could take more time to prepare and actually enjoy his meals 

suddenly, he had to change some workout routines because not everyone had access to a gym anymore 

so he had to look for something new regarding exercise too- he hadn’t done that in a while 

mans turned to yoga because he still had to exercise to maintain himself too 

but ultimately, being home so much allowed iwaizumi to slow down too. life didn’t have to constantly be a grind 

he could slow down 

so maybe he lets himself sit on the couch a couple hours to watch something 

maybe he takes a nap in the middle of the day because he’s feeling it 

maybe he even does those face masks that oikawa sends him 

there’s one moment in quarantine where he’s sitting with a cold, soothing mask, on his face. his eyes are closed and he just feels calm. there’s also music playing in his house and he realizes how good it feels to rest. to properly rest  

he takes note of this feeling and makes sure to never forget to give himself time like this - even after quarantine ends 

kageyama: bringing shows, movies etc.

sometimes kageyama could feel out of the loop 

maybe hinata or someone from the karasuno gang would make a reference to some show or movie -he didn’t know- and everyone would laugh 

except him 

being home so much irked kageyama mainly for the reason that he could not play volleyball (it irked everyone, but kageyama especially) 

setting to a wall and watching volleyball videos could only do so much 

but he remembers these moments where he’s the only one not laughing at a reference 

so he begins his delve

he messages the (very lively) karasuno group chat asking for pop culture recommendations and he’s hit with an absolute flood of movies and shows

first the chat asks him what he has watched and it’s very, very little

an outrage starts -with every person yelling in all caps and nishinoya in particular spamming angry emojis- when he innocently admits he hasn’t watched harry potter

so that’s his first assignment: he gets through all eight movies in about 5 days and he’s slowly updating the boys after every movie

he says the first one seems innocent, lighthearted. look at these kids doing magic! oh but how the turn tables when he gets to movie 4… he’s rapid firing in the group chat asking how that could even happen! isn’t this supposed to be a kid’s movie ??

honestly the entire group chat starts live streaming the movies together because they figure why not?

kageyama’s straight crying during the last movie ;-; he never knew what hit him. the other boys would joke around too but ngl everyone’s crying during movie 8

he’s in awe of the franchise for a good week when he’s given another recommendation, and the routine continues like that. if its a series, he usually watches alone, but the group does occasionally come together to stream movies because those are quick to get through

kageyama really does his deep dive

he gets through game of thrones, attack on titan (he started it a while ago but just never had the time to finish), the walking dead, breaking bad, the simpsons, the office… the works

hinata also gives him your lie in april as a prank and it’s so MEAN. everyone calls kageyama when he just so happens to get to the last episode too 💀😭

he gets through classic movies too as per recommendations on instagram too. akaashi gives him goodfellas, parasite, bokuto gives him mean girls (LMAO), titanic, somehow tendou recommends silence of the lambs and kageyama sleeps a little unsettled that night PLS

mans makes it through so many disney movies with yamaguchi snd yachi lmao - hinata joins sometimes

whenever kags does something, he wants to do it well

he spends a lot of his free time over quarantine watching anything and everything and it doesn’t mean he’s sitting on his butt- he works out a lot while watching too- but he does get a lot of new information 

just something he didn’t have the time to do before

sakusa: youtube video essays

he can’t deny that quarantine was inconvenient

while the idea of catching a virus was the last thing on earth that he needed, he missed his life and he missed volleyball

like iwaizumi though, sakusa began to enjoy the comfort of his own home

his house was clean just like he wanted it, and he already did enjoy spending time alone

he found himself on youtube quite often

sakusa still needed something to stimulate him and videos did range in duration.. so that worked well for him

he’d be watching the youtubers he kept track of and just watching volleyball content in general

but one day a video essay pops up in his recommendations and he clicks on it without much thought

it was a video essay analyzing the pixar theory out of all things

sine how he gets really invested??? there’s so many videos with deeper analyses of shows and movies he’s watched somewhat passively ???

somehow he watches a video regarding the demonization of femininity in hollywood, and he thinks, ‘huh there is a certain continuity with that..”

suddenly all these channels of his brain are being opened within videos that span 30 minutes

then he sees an analysis of the musical score of harry potter and the prisoner of azkaban and sakusa -with no experience playing an instrument or music theory- listens intently to every single minute of it

he finds that he loves it

he kind of loves all of this food for thought and all of the new perspectives he’s gaining

he finds a video on biblically accurate angels ? who knew they weren’t cute little cherubs usually!

he finds an analysis of hell’s kitchen? it doesn’t matter if sakusa can do only the most basic cooking

somehow he’s absorbing anything and everything and expanding his mind

and all from the comfort of home :)

he also sends kageyama the video essays explaining the ending of certain movies he didn’t get (one of them was american psycho)

[cubur]

Most people,when it comes to Naruto x Sasuke,make Sasuke the more dominant one so how come you made Naruto the more dominant one in your fanarts?🤔(No hate or anything just rare to see someone make Naruto top Sasuke instead of Vice Versa)

Normally I don't reply to DMs here much, or I reply privately to non-anonymous ones. But i didn't want to skip this ! (maybe there are others who are curious about this question but hesitant to ask, idk)

Okay, you are both right and wrong. Yes because it's not a rare thing to see top Naruto bottom Sasuke. But on the other hand, it's perfectly normal for you to think like that, since almost 80% of narusasu artists are no longer active, or they rarely post new pieces. So, since I'm one of the few remaining narusasu artists, you wanted to ask why I keep drawing them like this, right?

Well… If you had asked me this question about two years ago, I'd probably be pissed about it! But i'm getting old too, my opinions can change, or i get tired more easily, give up more easily… So I will try to calmly explain my thought to all of you.

First of all, I've never asked anyone why you like this and don't like this. I strongly respect freedom of thought! But even so, I have my own thoughts too… I think the same way since I first saw naruto anime/manga. Naruto Uzumaki is the main character of this story! And I just don't like to see this boy in a "very" passive role… something like tremble, always cry like a baby, too skinny etc. Throughout the whole story, I got used to seeing him as a character who is physically and mentally strong, doesn't give up easily, and can keep smiling even in the worst situation. Oh, but don't get me wrong, I don't like to see Sasuke in a very passive role too! It feels like ooc…

I always try to draw them in their original style ! Sasuke has a much prettier face unlike Naruto (maybe his hairstyle has something to do with it, not sure) And I don't think he will take the easy step in a relationship, since he is a deep character and mostly hides his feelings. That's why I always look at their relationship more emotionally! I think Sasuke is a much more emotional character deep down in himself. But he just sees it as a weakness, so usually hides that side of him. I also always think that every artist adds a piece of themselves to the character they draws. And since I look at Naruto x Sasuke's relationship from the emotional side, Sasuke may be more passive to you from my pen, idk. Plus there are many more details and I'll also not go into mythological meanings, I mean sun&moon things (the answer is already long enough x)) Just when it comes to Naruto, Sasuke doesn't seems dominant to me. And yes i know Naruto often acts like he's stupid than Sasuke. But I also know that he's not stupid at all ! Being positive, warm, funny, caring doesn't make him any less of a dominant character. Or for Sasuke; being negative, cold, smart, arrogant doesn't make him a more dominant character. That's why I said a long time ago "why not both?" And this is also one of the reasons why I always put "sns" tag on my posts.

I mean, I'm mainly a narusasu artist yes but I don't hate sasunaru ! However, as I mentioned above, I don't like their ooc behavior (even if it's narusasu) But I've never asked anyone why you don't draw Naruto more dominant but Sasuke… 'Cause everyone is free to do what they like or enjoy! I'm so sure everyone has their own opinion about it. And although I don't agree with every opinion, I totally respect all of them!

Hmm… I'm not sure now if I answered your question as you expected. But thank you if you've read this far !

[ushidoux]

idk what i’m even mad about

minors dnfi

the one where ushijma cheats 

cw infidelity, angst, mad disrespect

Oh, he’d never even think about it.

He loves you too much.

Where would even he find the time?

You guys are perfect together!

#couplegoals, obviously!

It’s funny how your friends will come up with all manner of nonsense, fluffy words to distract you from the little voice in the back of your head that alerts you that things are not quite right. 

It’s hilarious even, because from the outside looking in, you really do look idyllic. Perfect, as though airbrushed. You are in a position coveted by many as a decorated athlete’s life partner, and you’re well aware of that fact. He dotes on you publicly and you have to admit, sufficiently enough privately, if only in the earlier days of your relationship. If you take your time to watch old interviews, you can see the sparkle in his eye when you’re brought up and he has the time to gush over you to his captive audience - at least gush in the way someone as stoic as Ushijima can.

You think about every time a friend congratulated you on capturing the heart of someone so rigid and impersonal as him and resist the urge to scream at the top of your lungs. 

It’s especially hard to be in this position, you think. The appropriate reaction is to leave. Never allow a man to disrespect you to this extent. Don’t waste your tears. Keep your head up and leave as confidently as you came. 

But should you really? The standard answer is yes. Keep your principles.

But you know, from the very bottom of your heart, the sooner you leave, the sooner you get replaced. 

And thus you’re the fool - the fool who didn’t try to save her relationship, who gave up in the face of better pussy, a sweeter voice, prettier hair, more flattering words, redder lips, a flatter stomach and a more voluptuous body.

Sometimes you wonder if you should have just cheated first.

Unfortunately the thought had never even crossed your mind for a moment - you were too busy looking up towards your star of a husband to consider it, your arms always tight around his in public, claiming him jealously. Was it due to fear that he would search for better? Or was it from anticipation that he inevitably would come to his senses and realize what you truly were?

Not enough.

Wiping a few clandestine tears away with the back of your hand, you remember the furtive glances from those of his social circle, the ones that lingered a little too long on the parts of you that you kept for your husband along with hands that strayed too far up the bare skin exposed by cocktail dresses or rested inappropriately just at the small of your back.

There were so many times you could hurt him all the same.

Would he even be hurt? Did Ushijima know how to hurt? 

Had he hurt her? Those sounds coming from your bedroom hadn’t 100% sounded like pure pleasure, and you could tell he hadn’t taken the time to prep her properly just from the strangled cries and whimpers from the other side of the door, more explicit than the raunchiest porn you could conjure from the dredges of the internet. You could imagine he would be in quite a rush to get his fix, considering he was fucking a stranger in your marital bed.

You couldn’t even really explain to yourself why you’d stood there so long, listening to the sound of his grunts and her sighs and the loud squelch of body fluids staining the sheets you’d only changed this morning - sheets that you’d picked out together for your new home.

You’d only been in this part of Poland for a couple months, but it seemed like a change of scenery hadn’t been enough for him. Everything needed to be new. It made you sick to your stomach, the thought of being replaced like dirty underwear.

The formal way she called his name despite the fact that he was so intimately entangled with her was even more sickening. Ushijima! Ushijima! Fuck, don’t stop! Ah! Keep going! 

You could hear everything: the sound of his voice deepening as he sunk further into her, faster, in response to her demands; his tells - the fact that you knew just from the rhythm of the bed how close he was to cumming inside her. Would he come inside her? Would he respect you enough to make absolutely sure he couldn’t be trapped? Or was he too stupid to think ahead? 

You considered it didn’t matter. 

By now you could tell he’d climaxed because of the low, staggered curse you could hear in his baritone and, congratulating yourself on your politeness (of course you’d let him finish because why wouldn’t you), you walked into your bedroom as though nothing had happened.

The scent of sex, sweat and heavy perfume stung at your eyes, definitely not tears. 

The young woman’s eyes widened as her eyes set on you and she gasped, shifting quickly enough that your husband’s slowly softening cock slipped out of her, but you smiled wickedly. You might have looked as vicious as a wolf, and her as vulnerable and innocent as a lamb, naked and disheveled and absolutely fucked silly. 

You were glad she had a good time.

��Just gotta grab my keys, darling,” you reassured her.

You could almost hear Ushijima’s heart pounding as he looked at you with shock, his face still flushed from the vigorous activity of just before. Dumbfounded. 

You found the inordinate strength to smile at him too, twirling your keys in your hand. The other hand you kept at your side, clenched, your nails digging into your palm to prevent yourself from doing something you’d regret.

“I-” he began. 

You didn’t want to hear any excuses, it would hurt too much to hear him lie too.

“You,” you cut him off with a histrionic laugh, “will see me in court.”

[narcosmx]

ramon arellano felix having a breeding kink would include (nsfw) ...

a/n: aha hahahahha hahaha this is um... what i would imagine having a breeding kink woud be like since i certainly 100% don't have....one or anything

okay so i guess i'll explain what a breeding kink is in case you don't know

it's the sexual attraction to like insemminating or being inseminated ( yah know like creampies) so like there's a thrill in the risk of impregnating or being impregnated

frequently related to a dom/sub relationship as there is a lot of power exchange that goes into it

NOT THAT I WOULD KNOW IN ANY WAY SHAPE OR FORM

anyways i can def def def see ramon having a breeding kink lets explore some reasons why

as i mentioned the power exchange portion like ramon is a jealous hoe and is all about claiming another person as theirs and really in his mind there is no better way to claim you than fucking pumping you full of his cum :) :) :)

the ultimate like claim on you and your body is fucking a baby into you aha aha

to have you carrying half of him, to breed you over and over again..

i can see this evolving out of a like dom/sub relationship because if anything else fucking mon gives me kinky as fuck vibes

i have stated this already but yeah he´s going to be the kinky one always trying shit out, 100% enjoys anal and face riding B TW

anyways

playful but stern dom vibes...lhighkey daddy vibes

like he´s a nice in between entertains you being a brat and giving in to you but with the pure shift of his voice he will have you like whimpering an apology

i see this also being a part of an actual relationship; while my bby seems to very much be a fuck boy i can see him deep down wanting someone he can rely on

someone to take care of him in the same way that he would take care of them... and kinda keeps all the kink shit for a serious relationship

so you better fucking believe that ramon doesn't even know what the fuck a condom is once he gets serious with you and comfy enough to like let his kink take over

like the first night you agree to it, holy fuck that is the hardest he's ever cum and bitch va estar mal acostumbrado

once he feels how your walls tighten around him when he fills you with cum, the way that you roll your eyes and do that little gasps when he's whispering in your ear he's going to pump you full of his kids, feels how your legs wrap around him when he tries to pull out when he's done, watching his seed trickle down your thigh....

he's a fucking goner he's convinced himself he physically cannot cum anywhere but inside you

i'm just imagining you on your knees, gagging on him and all of a sudden he tenses up and is like gently pulling you off of him

and you're looking up at him with watery eyes and pouty pouts like "did i do something wrong?"

and he's like "no, princesa, no. but you wouldn't want to waste daddy's cum would you? even if it is on your pretty little face. now go hop on the bed and spread nice and wide for daddy, hm? lets see how wet you got from sucking daddy's cock"

im cackling at the idea that ramon read in some like trashy magazine that doggy style is the position most likely to get someone pregnant

guess what position you're doing straight for the next like month and a half

this bitch is coming up behind you and bending you over whatever is closest to fuck you senseless.

wrapping his hands in your hair and pulling your head up so he can lean over to give you a kiss on the cheek and tell you how pretty you look for him

"mi princesa hermosa, and you're only going to look prettier with daddy's baby growing in your belly, isn't that right, preciosa?"

idk why im imagining this but every time before he's inside of you he always eats you out first, his little reward for you before you take all of his cum like a champ

holding your waist down as he fucking devours you this bitch does it for his own goddamn pleasure at this point

pleasure of seeing you lose your goddamn mind and

you cum on his tongue and he's all proud of himself and you're shaking having just like seen into another dimmension and he's like "now my babygirl and nice and ready for daddy's cock, hm?

can you say overstimulation

him pulling you away for quickie when you're out to eat :) :) :) or with friends or fam or stuff :) :)

and you walking around full of his cum smiling at everyone like you didn't just watch yourself get railed in the bathroom as he's pulling your hair to have you look up at the mirrior

[crackedmultifandom]

pushing my portuguese!eddie munson agenda.

i can’t really explain why but something about eddie screams portuguese. maybe I just really need a character to share something with me that i’m really proud of but idk ig.

anyways here are some portuguese!eddie munson headcanons (+ lil bit steddie)

- eddie (obviously) calls people he loves pet names; coração (heart), minha vida (my life), meu bebê (my baby), linda (pretty/beautiful), anjo (angel), querido (darling) and many many more.

- eddie doesn’t really like pastéis de nata but he LOVES alteria doce (the best thing you will eat in your life, trust me)

- he’s been to portugal two times, once with his parents when was little and one time, when wayne put a lot of money to the side so they could spend christmas there. he loves the beach and all the pretty people there.

- when steve finds out about eddie being portuguese and also being able to speak it fluently, he BEGS him to teach him some.

- his accent is terrible and he keeps twisting the words but eddie can’t stop smiling because he’s so happy.

- eddie flirts in portuguese a lot, it’s just sounds so much better and prettier. (and steve LOVES it, he thinks it’s the most beautiful and sexiest thing).

- he also swears in portuguese a lot. (like A LOT)

- eddie is a DANCER. HE KNOWS HOW TO MOVE HIS HIPS.

- eddie is scared of chinelos (iykyk)

- he gets really frustrated when people say “so it’s like spanish right? it’s the same” (no it’s not, thank you very much)

- he calls wayne “tio”

- eddie has a portuguese flag in his room.

- he’s just a really proud portuguese nerd.

[phoenixyfriend]

Togruta Marking Headcanons (Evolutionary and Epigenetic)

Okay, so the question is:

Do you think togruta markings are purely genetic or partly genetic and partly influenced by the environment?

e.g. a stressful adolescence leads to more complex markings/breakage

This conversation was had in large part on discord with @atagotiak and @dracothulhu.

Striation and Complexity

Now, my take comes entirely from Ahsoka having VERY complicated markings compared to Shaak, but we played around with it and had a lot of fun tangling out some headcanons that aren't really supported by canon, but aren't voided by it either. Also it makes time travel fun.

(Shaak Ti looks at time traveled Ahsoka and goes "Oh dear. You okay, honey?" The answer is always No.)

(This is actually EXACTLY why I was hoping there's a combined genetic/environmental factor, so any given time-travel Ahsoka has a different pattern, to some degree, from her younger self so that they can say "IDK, maybe we're cousins?" instead getting side-eyed for having Identical Marks.)

(Happy AU Ahsoka ends up with smooth rings instead of what almost looks like blue veins in marble? It would also probably make time-traveling Ahsoka’s bad future story seem a lot more real.)

Reference image:

So like these three with their clean lines and stuff probably grew up ok, as much as their lives suck now.

Some of the complexity of the markings is definitely genetic, especially with face markings. 14 yo Ahsoka has some significant complexity there already, and while she’s got early childhood trauma from that one time she was kidnapped, she otherwise seems to have been fairly happy and healthy as a child in the Temple.

On the other hand, her lekku markings do go from fairly smooth and even to really jagged looking.

My thoughts are that facial striation is indicative of stressors in childhood, adolescence, and early adulthood, but Montral/Lekku striation indicative of adulthood stressors (and maybe some late teens).

The adult/child distinction in striation is imo because their faces mostly stop growing after they hit adulthood, but there's more growth in the montrals and lekku.

So Shaak has a lot of striation on her montrals because adult Jedi Masters, with field work on the regular, encounter a lot of stressful situations (more dangerous missions, raising a padawan). But her childhood and adolescence, while occasionally adrenaline-heavy on missions with her Master, were usually no more stressful than one would get with, say, hunting lessons on Shili, so her markings end up very simple and blocky on her face and more detailed on her montrals and lekku.

If if we assume that the Montral tips are the later stressors showing, then it’s plausible Shaak Ti’s got a lot of little markings partly because of the stress of being a council member. Sure it’s not life threatening but the stress of a high-pressure administrative position is still stress.

(And the three ladies here probably start getting a little more fragmentation in the years after the Zygerria arc, assuming they survived.)

It doesn’t look like a lot, compared to Ahsoka at least, but there’s a moderate amount.

Between the beskar and the complex facial markings and lekku striations, I feel like other Togruta tend to give Ahsoka a lot of respect as a warrior.

Doesn't matter that she isn't wearing Akul teeth! Whatever! She clearly knows her shit!

It could be a byproduct of evolving as a communal species. Like yes, striation is good for hiding when you hunt, but seeing complex patterns on a child's face can indicate an unhealthy home life or otherwise invisible medical problems. In that context, Togruta in general watch out for complex facial patterns as a sign of child abuse.

(Obviously not foolproof but it seems like a reasonable option.)

A more stressful childhood could be indicative of low food security, and then evolution led to the marking complexity to make hunting easier in response. Tddlers and babies with early complexity might have had mothers with food insecurity or high adrenaline levels in pregnancy, too. It’d be difficult to pinpoint a specific pressure that caused it, but there’s definitely a lot of reasons it was advantageous to keep in the gene pool.

(Baby Anakin didn't know a lot of togruta growing up but I imagine most of them were heavily striated, so in those time-travel AUs, he doesn't understand the big deal with Fulcrum's markings until someone explains...)

(Slaves had stressful lives all around, and slavers liked it when togruta girls had complicated markings, they were considered Prettier, so this... worked out for them and Nobody Else.)

(If he noticed that other Togruta he’s seen since, like Shaak Ti or other Jedi or some civilians he’s met, seem to have less striation he maybe just assumed it was genetics and didn’t question it further?)

Montral Shape and Lekku Length

Another interesting thing is just the massive variation in montral shape.

My guess, personally, is that it's regional evolution. Did your ancestors live in an area with lots of trees, or was it more canyons, or maybe grasslands? It was an evolutionary reaction to how sound bounced around in your area.

In regards to lekku, even ignoring the live action stuff, Rebels Ahsoka has smaller lekku than Shaak Ti does. And some of that could be partly random chance and partly because Shaak Ti of age, but some people also think it’s partly malnutrition. I've personally been assuming it's just age and genetics, but...

We do see a significant lekku length disparity by gender, like these images:

To which I suggest:

...trans Ahsoka, whose lekku started growing out a little late because that's when she started estrogen (or the Togruta equivalent). There are a few male togruta with long lekku, but it seems pretty common for them to have short ones, so maybe they're transmasc.

[pwarkluv]

❝ idk you yet ❞ - p.js

park jisung x reader | angsty, fluff | 1.6k words 

WARNINGS | TW: mentions blood, abuse, drug and alcohol abuse, smoking, lowercase au, non-idol au, high school au, badboy!jisung, mature language/cursing, reader is like an angel sent from heaven for him, jisungie just in need of love :(

SUMMARY | being an outcast has him wondering if he’ll ever be happy. cue you, the new girl, stumbling into his life (literally).

AUTHOR’S NOTE | inspired by the song “idk you yet” by alexander23! also AHHH this is my 100 followers special fic :) THANK U LOVES FOR 100 IM SO SHOCKED CJSBFKEJD <33 the writing is a little crappy because i’m currently on my period and my patience for sitting down and writing this went down halfway through lol but I LOVE YOU SO MUCH, ENJOY THIS JISUNG FIC BC JISUNG MY BABIE AND SO ARE YOU GUYS!

whenever anybody thinks of park jisung, they think of the chains and dark clothing he wears. they think about the faint smell of smoke and men’s cologne that follows him wherever he goes. 

they think of the boy who grew up on the wrong side of the tracks. 

but what they don’t think about are bruises on his face he fails to hide whenever he walks into school, the dejected look on his face whenever random people give him disapproving looks, the way his smile slowly faded into a permanent frown wherever he went. 

jisung quickly accepted his reputation at school and in their little town, not having enough energy to feel insecure about it like before.

the only group of people that even remotely cared about the boy were his best friends in the whole entire world, nct dream.

they were outcasts just like him, the most “fucked up group of boys” in their town (the people’s words, not theirs).

see, they were your typical bad boy group straight out of your typical fanfic. bad grades, smoking in their free time, getting into fights, always being late to class; not a single person had hope in them.

but behind their scary and intimidating facade, all seven boys were big softies with misunderstood hearts and difficult backgrounds.

people were just too dense to look into it, only judging them based on their looks and personality on the outside. 

❝ how can you miss someone you’ve never met ❞

love was a foreign thing to jisung, the only form of love he’s ever felt being from his friends. his parents were… interesting to say the least. 

jisung’s father was a hard-core alcoholic, his mother being a major druggie. with no siblings in the house, jisung was usually their main target to push around and beat up.

and so because of this at a young age jisung learned to distance himself from other people and found different ways to release stress.

he started smoking when he was 14, the warm and hazy feeling of the smoke entering his lungs comforting him.

if jisung humored himself enough, maybe smoking could count as his first love. it was always there for him, never leaving him alone even if he wanted to quit. 

he relied on it knowing it was the only constant in his life. 

now of course the boy has heard of proper love, love like in the movies or shitty romance songs he hears on the radio.

and he won’t lie, there were moments he thought about what it felt like to be in love. but he knew that would never happen, at least not in their small town anyways. 

he just wanted to be loved. 

jisung would never admit it but sometimes he’d be jealous of the old couples walking down the street in their own world like it was just them two against the universe. he was jealous of the happy kids running around, their mother’s and father’s fondly smiling at their child. he was jealous of all the “normal” kids in his neighborhood. 

jisung wanted that, craved that. 

but most importantly, the boy wanted love.

❝ cause i need you now but i don’t know you yet ❞

everything hurt. 

his head, his body, his mind, his heart; everything was in pain.

jisung walked down the empty streets of their city, a trail of blood following behind him as he accepted his fate. the boy was 99% sure he had a concussion and at the very least had a few broken ribs. 

he felt like this was the end, and he was ready.

-

wandering aimlessly around town, you decided to take a late night walk to familiarize yourself around the area. you had just moved into the city a week ago, spending all seven days trying to help your family unpack and rearrange your cozy new home. 

now that you were finally free of the smell of tape and the dust of the boxes, you decided it was best to get to know the place you were living in. 

the autumn air seemed to settle at night as you shivered, cursing yourself for not bringing a jacket of some sort. the sight of a convenience store up ahead of you brought you relief as you rummaged through your pockets wondering if you had enough money for ramen.

your steps became excited as you found a couple dollars, fondly thinking about what type of ramen you should buy. you became so lost in your thoughts you didn’t even notice the poor boy who was staggering in front of you, or the trail of blood he left behind. 

-

jisung pushed himself to reach the convenience store a couple feet away from him, in desperate need of supplies to at least try and fix himself. 

if it didn’t help in any way then oh well, maybe death was indeed an option. 

grinding his teeth though the pain, he did not expect to feel a small body bump into him. had he been at his regular health, jisung would’ve easily been able to keep still but because of how much blood he was losing the boy was knocked down like a bowling pin.

“holy fuck.” jisung cursed the feeling of the concrete floor colliding with his ribs. he didn’t even notice the girl who had bumped into him sitting on the floor dumbfounded, freaking out over his state.

“oh my fucking god.” the girl said, capturing his attention. jisung glared at the stranger, mentally acknowledging the fact she was pretty. 

but her being pretty won’t get you anywhere, he scolded himself. she’ll leave you just like everyone else.

“a-are you okay?” she said, eyes glancing at his black eye. jisung rolled his eyes, already annoyed. “does it look like i’m okay?” he replied, his deep voice catching the girl off guard. 

“just, fuck off.” jisung said closing his eyes as he laid back down on the floor, knowing he couldn’t force himself to get up anymore. he didn’t even have to open his eyes to know she left, hearing the sound of her footsteps walk away.

the boy sighed as he laid idly on the floor, wondering what sin he committed to lead him to where he is now. not even she wanted to stay, the tears threatening to fall as his thoughts buried him alive.

“why can’t i just die?” jisung said out loud, asking no one but himself.

“because i won’t let you.” a voice replied as jisung forced himself to sit up in confusion. it was the same girl he had bumped into, but this time she had a first aid kit with her. he gave her a lost look despite knowing what she was here to do. 

jisung’s mind just couldn’t wrap around the fact that a total stranger would even bother to help him. 

“now sit up.” she said softly as she bent down to open the box, the boy slowly followed her instructions. “i’m sorry this might sting.” she said though jisung didn’t mind because she was much prettier up close.

-

the next ten minutes were you trying to fix his wounds against the shitty chairs outside the convenience store.

jisung didn’t even bother mentioning his broken ribs, not wanting you to freak out. you cleaned up what you could and the boy was beyond grateful for that.

you subconsciously rubbed his back in a comforting way whenever you’d apply alcohol to his open wounds, trying to ease the sting. you held his hand for him to hold and though he was a big boy and had a high pain tolerance, he still gave it a squeeze just to keep your hand there.  what the actual fuck is this feeling, jisung asked himself as he watched your determined figure work on him.

it was cold and in order to better work on his wounds, the boy offered to give you his hoodie which strangely had no traces of blood on it. you gladly accepted, the faint smell of blood and his cologne engulfing you up. 

the sight of you in something so big and so him made his chest swell in pride.

jisung couldn’t even formulate a sentence as you cursed at the time once you finished patching him up, fleeing the scene before he could say anything with a small smile, his hoodie still on. 

❝ and can you find me soon because i’m in my head ❞

the thought of your soft hands on his, your voice, your whole presence; everything about you couldn’t seem to leave the poor boy’s mind. it was now monday, and waiting for his class to start already made him want to go home.

if only i got her name, jisung daydreamed with his head resting on the palm of his hand. the classroom was loud and bright, people occasionally giving him looks but the boy didn’t mind. 

“jisungie~ did you hear we have a new kid?” jaemin asked, poking the boy’s cheeks. the boy only gave him a pointed look before sighing. 

“hyung i don’t really care.” jisung replied, looking back out the window. 

jaemin only gave him an offended look before grumbling a bit. “i don’t know maybe you will.” he muttered under his breath as their teacher walked into the room. 

❝ yeah i need you now but i don’t know you yet ❞

their homeroom teacher stood in front of the class, jisung tuning out his voice. the boy once again sighed as his teacher called for their attention, explaining they had a new girl in their class. “now make her feel welcomed,” he said before turning towards the door.

“y/n, please come in.” the teacher said and jisung almost fell out of his seat when he saw you walking through the door with the same smile you gave him a couple days ago.

“hi i’m y/n and i hope we can get along.” you bowed to the class, a familiar hoodie you were wearing catching his attention. 

isn’t that mine, jisung thought to himself as he bit back a smile knowing you kept it all along. 

[ootahime]

analyzing every gojohime moment in the manga p2

part 1 is here :3

this post includes more excruciatingly long paragraphs so grab urself something and enjoy LOL

chapter 40 

i know they’re not interacting in this panel but i still want to bring it up.  i’m gonna give some context to this scene in case someone needs to jog their memory.  so basically, mei’s ability to command crows is what allows the staff to observe the students from afar.  however, gojo notices that there’s lack of footage where yuuji is and asks mei why that’s so.  she tells him that they’re animals at the end of the day so she can’t control what they look at.  he doesn’t believe her so he asks her whose side she’s on (for yuuji’s execution vs against yuuji’s execution) to which she responds with, “whose side?  i’m on the side with money, of course.  there’s no value in something that can’t be bought since you can’t exchange that for money.”  in other words, she’ll always choose the side that offers her more money because she doesn’t care about how morally “correct” or “incorrect” something is.  it’s not worth fighting for a cause that doesn’t benefit her in the long run which is why she views things that are unable to be bought (friendships, relationships, favors) as useless - they can’t be exchanged for money.  it’s clear that gojo knows she’s not on his side because he replies with, “spoken from experience!” or “i wonder how much!” (translation varies).  he says it out loud to perhaps let gakuganji know that he’s onto him.  i find it interesting how utahime is in the panel as well with a “?” to express her confusion at his words.  let’s overthink dissect that.  why is she there in the first place? if the message was to let gakuganji know that gojo is aware of his ulterior motives then a panel with gakuganji and gojo would have sufficed.  why add utahime with a question mark? 

here’s a personal headcanon of mine that makes no absolute sense, but who cares? it makes me happy LOL.  so let’s examine the panel.  gojo’s face is more simplified and cartoonish with a grey background on top and some sort of white bubble surrounding the three characters.  gakuganji is staring at utahime and gojo.  in the official viz translation, he replies to mei with, “i wonder how much!”  

normal and logical explanation: shading the principal by asking out loud how much mei was paid by him to avoid monitoring yuuji.

gojohime brainrot explanation: 

mei: “there’s no value in something that can’t be bought since you can’t exchange that for money”

gojo: (in response) i wonder how much utahime’s love would cost if it did have a price.

utahime: ?

you’re probably thinking i’m delulu (true) BUT HEAR ME OUT.  IT WOULD SOMEWHAT MAKE SENSE IN THIS CONTEXT...

mei’s saying seems to be what she lives by.  relationships, love, friendships, etc. do not matter to her as this is evident when she ultimately abandons everyone in shibuya to escape to malaysia, selling all her stocks before japan’s economy goes down.  she doesn’t care about anyone else.  she even takes advantage of ui ui’s adoration for her.  she contrasts utahime.  utahime is loved by her students.  children, especially teenagers, are picky when it comes to choosing the adults they admire and respect.  while everyone trusts gojo, they do not respect him because of his childishness and overall absurdity.  it’s refreshing to see how they always call him an idiot or have a -_- face when he’s around.  when akutami says everyone absolutely adores utahime-sensei, it says a lot.  we haven’t seen her interact with her students all that much, but she’s obviously close to them because she’s frequently arguing with momo.  even a closed off person like mechamaru wanted to keep her away from danger.  she most certainly expresses a lot of concern and care for her students, and gojo and her students can pick up on this. 

i’ve talked about this in every post LOLOL but there’s a reason why he went to utahime first to help him investigate.  utahime is a loyal person through and through.  she would never do something that harms the students even if she was offered everything in the world.  she values relationships above everything else.  besides her concern for the students, how else was i able to come to this conclusion about her character?  well, she got shoko to stop smoking because she was worried about how it might damage her friend’s health.  from these two details, it’s obvious that she’s the complete opposite of mei.  

maybe that’s why he calls her weak.  she’s too selfless and compassionate in a world where every sorcerer is for themselves.  the world is cruel as a sorcerer.  no matter how hard you try to fight, in the end, you’ll always die alone.  remember his talk with megumi after the baseball game?  after witnessing megumi pull a sacrificial bunt to help his teammates advance, gojo has a talk with megumi about his attitude and potential.  he says that being selfless and caring about others is not a bad thing, but in a world like this, where people always die alone, he is wasting his potential by being concerned with others.  it’s okay to be selfish.  this is why we see fierce independence in a lot of the sorcerers like mei, nanami, and gojo.  they each have their own reasons as to why they work alone, but it’s still a common characteristic.  i feel like utahime doesn’t have a selfish bone in her body.  i speculate that her selflessness is the exact reason why she is being held back.  during her mission to exorcise a grade 1 spirit by herself, the final task before being promoted to grade 1, she likely got distracted trying to help civilians out of danger and failed her mission.  he’s right when he says she doesn’t have the guts to be the traitor, utahime doesn’t have it in her to do something so boldly solely for her own benefit.  

after this long tangent, how does this relate to your headcanon, ootahime?  

as you know, love is not transactional.  you can’t pay someone to love you.  what if gojo is asking himself how much it would cost to buy her love.  hence, her confusion because she is oblivious to what he really means.  it could be probable because gakuganji is observing not only gojo, but utahime as well.  so what gojo says must involve her too, right?  

or she could just be confused because his words seem out of place because she is unaware of what gakuganji is doing behind everyone’s back.  that explanation makes sense for viz’s official translation but it doesn’t make sense when he says, “spoken from experience!” because his words make sense in that context.  he’s basically saying that mei’s beliefs must be based on her past experiences so he understands why she feels this way.  that’s an appropriate response to mei’s statement so i don’t see why utahime would be confused by this.  unless i’m interpreting this whole scene completely wrong.  in that case, whoopsies!  

let me know if you’re confused because i’m willing to clarify.  idk why but i found this really difficult to explain.  maybe because i’m reaching so hard haha

chapter 40

he finds any way he can to tease her.  they seem like a married couple watching a movie or something.  does he take pride in being the only person she doesn’t get along with?  i mean, she says it herself so he is aware she thinks he’s annoying, but he keeps picking on her anyway.  he doesn’t even pick on his enemies this much LMAOOO i think the only other person he likes to make fun of is gakuganji but he does so because he doesn’t agree with his views.  with utahime it’s different.  he trusts her a lot and even looks out for her.  

chapter 44

why are there two separate instances of gakuganji observing utahime and gojo’s interactions from afar?  nah i’m just playing.  he’s just looking because he’s concerned she’ll run into the semi-grade 1 curse he had for yuuji.  OKAY BUT I NOTICED SOMETHING KINDA CUTE?  whenever utahime says something suddenly, he always has those 3 little triangles near his head.  it’s like he’s thinking, “oh!  utahime is speaking, i must listen <3″  look at his face too.  he’s looking at her like :O

this is also an example of her showcasing her concern for the students in front of gojo.  i feel like he questions why she’s so caring because if it were him, he would have left the student to figure it out themselves.  i really wonder how she would react if he answered her truthfully when she asked what he’d do if she were the traitor.  

chapter 45

there’s not much to say here...they’re just cute.  i know it’ll never happen but i’d like to see them fight side by side one day.  i’m aware that gojo works best alone but i just want to see how they’d work together, okay? 😔

chapter 45

see the little triangles on his head again?  UGH SO CUTE.  

chapter 45

IS THIS NOT INTENTIONAL???  they share the same thoughts.  he even finished her thought.  mannnnnnnnnnnnn what is akutami doing?  giving us false hope and stripping it away just for fun?  making them work so well together for what??

chapter 52

cute how he looks out for her.  i have nothing more to say LOL

chapter 53

notice how they’re sitting across from each other?  HEHE

chapter 53

yet another instance of her caring for her students in front of gojo.  in the anime she has the cutest expression when she says she’s glad the students are safe.  i bet gojo saw that too.  i also bet that she looks prettier from his point of view.

extra

from the manga and light novels, gojo and utahime are the ones that talk about sports the most.  he most definitely chose baseball to cheer her up.  it’s not a coincidence people!  

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i feel like i had a lot more to say but i completely lost my train of thought while writing this, especially with chapter 40. i’m once again writing this at 4 in the morning LOL........  please please please add on or share your thoughts!  thank you for reading and sorry for any mistakes.  

[kpop-cakepops]

Soulmate: Bells (part 1) // JeonghanxFem!Reader

Ummmmm so mayhaps this ended up being WAY LONGER THAN INTENDED AND WILL HAVE A 2ND PART.

Genre: IDK how to explain it other than VERY light angst mixed with fluff.

Warnings: none

Word count: 3,573 🙊

"I'm sorry Jeonghan... I really thought this would work out. I thought that this soulmate thing wasn't going to sway me" Sowon couldn't maintain eye contact with Jeonghan as she spoke.

"What do you mean?" He asked with a trembling voice.

"Jeonghan... I found my soulmate... and as much as I fought it, everything in me gave up..." She said

Soulmates. It seemed that the older he grew the more he hated the term. Soulmates? Who in their right mind would believe that a little sound you heard on your sixteenth birthday would lead you to the person you were meant to be with for the rest of your life?

Sowon, apparently.

Despite having sworn to each other that soulmates would not make them waver, despite swearing to be together no matter what, no matter how hard and bumpy the road got... yet there she was sitting across from him, telling him she had given up on all those promises.

"Are you telling me you cheated on me?" He asked.

Sowon's eyes met the ground, but the more she refused to talk the more it dawned on Jeonghan, she had. She had cheated on him.

"Sowon-"

"I'm sorry! Please, I'm so sorry. It was the last thing I wanted to do but I couldn't stop myself... Jeonghan it's real. I heard it, the sound of glass clinking against glass. It sounds ridiculous because it's such a trivial thing to hear, but the sound made everything feel so clear, it was like my heart just knew and... Jeonghan, I love him. I don't even know him, but there's this- this part of me that I just can't control. I want to! I want to know him" she cried out. Jeonghan felt like all air had been kicked out of him. How was he meant to respond to that? He'd never experienced what Sowon was talking about, he couldn't even bring himself to imagine it... all he knew was that he didn't want to lose her. "I can't do this to you and I can't do it to him either. I'm sorry... we need to break up"

Tears pricked at Jeonghan's eyes as he watched the girl he loved the most stand from her seat and walk away from him.

That was the last time he saw her.

***

"Turns out his soulmate is a guy named Wonwoo... and he's so much prettier than me too! I seriously, cannot believe this is happening to me again... I was convinced I was his soulmate" you held your phone between your ear and your shoulder as you struggled to pull out a book from its place on the bookshelf. It had been a week since you'd tried to convince Mingyu that he was your soulmate, only for him to find his real soulmate a few days after meeting you.

"Maybe you should stop trying to force every pretty person around you to be your soulmate, Mingyu's bell wasn't even like yours, he was waiting to hear a bike bell and you didn't even hear your bell either, and NO someone yelling Taco Bell isn't a bell. Are you nuts?" Your best friend Soonyoung was on the line eating something as he yelled at you. It was a cycle he was both annoyed with and used to, but he understood. After spending most of your life alone, he understood why you were so adamant about finding your soulmate, the person that was meant to be with you for the rest of your life. The person who would rid you of the fear of dying alone and in pain like those who were never able to meet their soulmates because that's how this world worked. No matter how much you tried, sometimes meeting the one person that was meant to love you, was an impossible task.

"Okay so maybe I didn't hear the bell but I heard a bell" you insisted as you tugged harshly at the book finally managing to free it from its spot but dropping it in the process. You scurried quickly to grab it but a pair of dainty hands beat you to it and pushed the book up to you.

"Thank you" you murmured not paying any attention and walking straight past the stranger.

"You're welcome" answered Soonyoung, and it was almost like she could hear his shit-eating grin.

"Shut up, I wasn't-" you were cut off by the sound of a tinkling bell as the door to the small book store swung open, and suddenly, as if by art of magic everything around you seemed to stop. It was like one of those five gum commercials, at least that's the only thing you could compare it to. All your senses were alive and you couldn't help but feel... aware... of what, you didn't know, but you felt aware. You were reverted to your 16th birthday, sitting alone in your large dining room with no one but your nanny and the sound of a hopeful bell ringing in your mind marking you for the future. "Wait... wait Soonyoung, I heard it. That was it. I heard the bell" you said as turned around quickly to find the person that had just handed you your book.

Your best friend groaned on the other side of the line "Oh god... are you being serious right now? Are you seriously doing this again?"

"Shit... Shit shit shit, where is he? I lost him. He was right behind me-" you rushed over to the spot where you'd dropped the book but no one was there anymore. Then it hit you... the door. The door opened and closed only moments after he handed the book to you, he must have walked out. "Oh no... he left!" You dropped your book and rushed out the door, your phone still in hand as a sense of panic started to fill you.

"Soonyoung, I can't find him. It was him and I don't know what he looks like!" you were starting to freak out. How could you miss him like that? You were also confused. Wasn't the sound supposed to be automatic? As soon as the two of you met the sound was supposed to trigger... for the two of you so why wasn't he there? Were you mistaken?

"Wait, Y/N are you being serious right now?"

"Yes! Soonyoung, it was the bell, but I missed him. Oh god, NOW WHAT?!" You asked as you walked down the sidewalk, eyes roaming every single person in sight in case anything... special or magical happened, but it was to no avail. No one seemed to do anything for her.

"Y/N are you sure you're not just-"

You cut your best friend off in annoyance. "I'll call you back later, I need to find this guy" you grumbled quickly hanging up the call after. You really couldn't find him, he had been in front of you just moments before but he'd disappeared almost as he'd come. A second wave of panic passed you as you looked around helplessly. Tears were pricking at your eyes because despite being childish and immature most of the time, the feeling you got when hearing that bell was nothing like anything you'd felt before... and yet... your soulmate didn't look for you. Your soulmate should have heard the bell too, right? So where was he?

Slowly your biggest fear started materializing before you in the shape of nothingness, in the shape of loneliness. Your soulmate didn't seem to want you or at least didn't seem to care enough to come back and find you.

Except, he had found you. Your very soulmate was staring at you from the bookstore's window with a gaze of confusion, a part of him hated that your sole existence meant he couldn't choose love for himself, that because of the woman on the other side of the glass he could no longer be with the person he chose. That he was predestined to love someone he knew nothing about... yet the other half of him felt an unexplainable urge to walk up to you and hug you like he'd missed you his whole life. Of walking up to you and wiping away the tears you were earnestly trying to hide as you stared at every single person that walked by.

That's why Jeonghan found himself avoiding the bookstore like the plague after that day. He would walk by on occasion wondering if it'd be okay to walk in, but then he'd see you sitting outside the shop waiting for something to happen, and he'd turn right back around. Eventually, you stopped showing up, and although he'd never stopped to talk to you, Jeonghan subconsciously wondered where you'd gone and if you were okay.

After a month of not going, Jeonghan finally dropped by the bookstore when Joshua called him to help him with a new shipment. His friend had grown increasingly curious as to why Jeonghan had been avoiding the store when it seemed the store had been his safe haven since his heart-wrenching breakup.

"Mind telling me what you've been up to lately?" Asked Joshua when the last customer was out the door.

"Studying for exams" Jeonghan lied as he moved the stack of books to be donated into a box.

"Alone?" Asked Joshua curiously.

"Yes alone, who else would I study with?" Asked Jeonghan as he moved his floppy red hair out of his face.

"Oh... alright" Joshua answered.

Unable to hold it in, Jeonghan's best friend spoke again. "I found my soulmate," he said. Joshua knew it was a touchy topic for Jeonghan, but he was his best friend and it was important for him that Jeonghan know.

The red-haired man cleared his throat uncomfortably, he had found his too, but that was not something he necessarily felt like sharing with the world. He had tried convincing himself he was keeping it a secret to show that he was in control of his own mind and emotions, but in reality, he was scared and embarrassed. Scared that he'd be proven wrong about you, that you'd be everything he wanted and dreamed of, and embarrassed that due to his own capriciousness he was hurting you.

"Okay" was all that Jeonghan could muster at the news.

"I want you to meet her," said Joshua as he put unsold books into the same box Jeonghan had been filling.

This caused Jeonghan to pause for a moment. Joshua wanted him to meet his soulmate, "what for?"

Joshua sighed and stood up straight, his big eyes looking straight at his friend. "Because she's important to me and you are my best friend. I want you both to get to know each other."

Unable to say no to his best friend, Jeonghan nodded his head, "okay."

The lack of drive in his usually playful best friend worried Joshua and it pained him to know that if he even tried to bring the worries up, Jeonghan would simply disappear for a few more weeks again. "I invited her out for dinner, her friend will be coming too, so you don't have to worry about third-wheeling"

With a thin forced smile, Jeonghan stood and dusted his hands in front of himself. "Okay"

By the time they finished packing up the boxes, Jeonghan was ushered out of the store. He watched as his friend turned the "open" sign over and locked the door. Subconsciously, Jeonghan's eyes stopped on the silver bell hanging from the door. Memories of the way you had looked on that day, panicked and frantic as you searched the area for him. It made him wonder yet again, what you were up to and if everything was okay with you.

The wait at the restaurant wasn't long. It only took about 5 minutes for a girl to walk in with a bright smile on her face, one that was instantly matched by Joshua's the moment he lay eyes on her. "Hey" she greeted happily.

Jeonghan was too busy watching the two interact to even notice the way you'd followed Joshua's soulmate into the restaurant like a dejected little shadow. The truth was, you hadn't exactly planned on being there. You had been spending the last few weeks feeling sorry for yourself and ignoring your two best friends, for some reason you had started to get comfortable with that way of life, that is until In-na came barging into your home squealing about her soulmate... you couldn't exactly say no to her invitation, and free dinner wasn't exactly a bad idea.

And then you sat down.

You didn't notice him at first. When In-na had told you you'd be meeting her soulmate, you hadn't been thrilled, it almost felt like a slap to the face, but you knew your friend better than to believe her to be evil like that. You knew she had good intentions in mind when she told you her soulmate would be inviting his best friend so you wouldn't feel too much like a third-wheel. It was rude of you, for sure, but since the moment you sat you'd been on your phone texting Soonyoung about how much you hated being there, and trying to convince him to pick you up, but Soonyoung was ignoring you for ignoring him.

"This is my best friend, Y/N" you heard In-na introduce you and for the first time since you'd arrived, you were forced to face the two guys in front of you.

And then you wished you hadn't.

It was him. Everything in your being was SCREAMING that it was him. Every fiber in you knew that the man with hair dyed a deep red, that was sitting across from you at that very moment was him. But something was wrong with him. His big droopy eyes looked like a flashlight that had run out battery, all signs of light were gone and something in you stirred. Was it sadness? Worry? You couldn't pinpoint it.

Then there was Jeonghan, who, unbeknownst to you, saw almost a reflection of himself when he saw you. The burnt-out gaze and the bags under your eyes, except he was the cause for your sadness and then something in him stirred, but unlike you, he knew exactly what it was.

Guilt.

Jeonghan was about to excuse himself to leave but you beat him to it by painting a smile on your face, "nice to meet you guys"

You were mad. Angry. Fuming. He was pretending to not know you. He had pretended from the start because you could tell, even if you didn't want to, you could read him like a book because, despite him not wanting it, you two were entwined for life. Quite literally biologically wired to be together, because that's how society worked, that's how it had worked for centuries.

"Nice to meet you too" greeted Joshua softly, but his eyes we not set on you, just like In-Na's weren't. They were soulmates, after all, they were blind to the world around them... and it was simply disappointing how unlike them you and Jeonghan were.

Dinner was long, the energy emanating from you was directly absorbed by the man sitting across from you. He was uncomfortable, the way you were acting just didn't seem to sit well with him. From the way you picked at your food without taking a single bite, to the way you looked like you would rather be anywhere but where you sat, he felt... worried?

"Who wants ice cream?" Asked In-na and Joshua who, contrary to the 2 extras sitting beside them, were having the time of their lives. You wanted so badly to say you didn't want ice cream, to tell her to take you home, but the light blush that spread across your friend's cheeks and the almost sparkly gaze Joshua stared at her with, didn't allow you to make such a request. So instead you remained silent, and to no one's surprise so did Jeonghan.

"I know a great place, I'll go pay for the food, and then I'll drive us there," Joshua announced.

With that, he walked in direction of the front counter, leaving behind the love of his life and the two dysfunctional soulmates that refused to so much as look at each other. "Isn't he amazing? Isn't he, Y/N?" In-na gushed.

You smiled genuinely, if anything good had come out of that dinner it was the amount of joy it brought your best friend. "He's awesome, In-na. You two really are made for one another"

She clasped your hand in hers and grinned softly. "Thank you for coming. I promise we'll find your soulmate soon" she mentioned mindlessly. It was beyond frustrating to see Jeonghan lift his head from the corner of your eyes, his expression almost clueless.

"I'm going to go outside, I need to make a call real quick, yeah?"

In-na nodded, but you doubted she even heard what you said as her eyes were trained on the man paying at the front counter. With a sigh, you stepped out of your seat and took yourself out of the restaurant. The fresh air outside and the fact that you were no longer around Jeonghan seemed to decompress your lungs.

As if on autopilot, your fingers tapped at the screen of your phone calling Soonyoung.

"I don't know if you realize this, but I'm ignoring you" the man on the other end snapped as he answered the phone.

Hearing his voice made your heart twist in relief because despite being a dumb jerk sometimes, Soonyoung was your best friend. He was your comfort and that's precisely what you needed: comfort. "Soonyoung..." you hadn't noticed you were on the verge of tears until you spoke his name.

All signs of pettiness were gone from his voice as he answered, "y/n. Are you crying?"

"Listen, I get that you're upset with me, but I really, really, need you to come pick me up" you begged, forcing yourself to swallow the lump in your throat. "I promise you can go right back to ignoring me once you drop me off home"

"Where are you? I'll be there in 5 minutes."

"I'll send you the address. Just please come."

You hung up the call, hands wiping at your eyes quickly until a hand reached out before you, the same hand that had handed you a book back then, except this time it was handing you a tissue. You sniffle a bit before snatching it from him and blowing your nose obnoxiously.

Jeonghan didn't say anything as you both stood side by side waiting for Soonyoung to pick you up. He was still feeling guilty, but what exactly was he supposed to say? I'm in love with someone else? No, of course not, because the more he watched you, the more he forgot what Sowon looked and sounded like, and the more he stood in your proximity feeling all types of emotions... the more he forgot what 'loving' Sowon had ever felt like. Was he supposed to tell you that he hated you for something that was entirely out of your, his, and even Sowon's control when all he could focus on was how nice your hair smelled and how good the warmth of your body felt even when he wasn't touching you?

Exactly 5 minutes went by in loud silence until a car drove up to the curve. You pushed yourself off the wall you'd been leaning on and turned to look at your sullen soulmate, who had instinctively followed suit stepping away from the wall in alarm. You huffed in frustration as you watched him. You wanted to tell him off so badly, and yet his big eyes were now telling you he was just as confused as you about all the sudden feelings you were both feeling, you were so flustered you ended up walking away. Then you thought about it twice and turned right back around and stopped right before Jeonghan, your hand grabbing his causing his eyes to meet yours directly for the first time that night. "You, if you run away again and pretend to not know me, I will find you and... I don't know what I'll do yet, but Joshua will tell me where you are. I will make sure of it." you warned him, "bye." The bite in your words made him wince.

He wanted to answer and maybe even apologize but you didn't give him a chance to as you walked up to the car that was waiting for you across the street. A man within the car was glaring at him through squinted eyes, surely he was trying to intimidate Jeonghan, but all Soonyoung really did was make Jeonghan uncomfortable.

"Stop staring at him and drive" you grumbled bringing your friend back to reality.

At that moment both In-na and Joshua stepped out of the restaurant with bright smiles. "Where's Y/N?" asked In-na, big eyes searching the area for you.

Jeonghan didn't find it in him to answer her. The buzzing feeling in the hand you'd held was too intriguing to him.

"Can I have her address?" Jeonghan blurted.

The couple stared at him as if he'd grown a third head. "Um, why would you need that?" asked his best friend in confusion.

Because maybe having a soulmate isn't as bad as I'd thought it'd be.

[jaesvelvet]

jealousy jealousy — kim junkyu

words: 1.7k words

warning: grammartical errors,idk what i write does it make sense? reader being insecure!

pairing: junkyu+fem reader

notes: i want to publish my jihoon's ff but i haven't finish it yet since my school is starting soon😭 anyway this ff inspired by olvia rodrigo's song, jealousy jealousy (remember you're beautiful just like the way you are!!!🤍)

you couldn't help but grinned as you step into the famous YG building. it feels like a dream come true. you used to be a trainee in a small company for 5 months before decided to left, you realized that you didn't have the talent to be an idol, you're just average on everything, that's all. you gasped when you saw a huge screen in front of the escalator playing blackpink's mv on the screen. YG is that rich exactly like the news said.

"y/n!"

you turn, grinning widely at junkyu, who from the convenience store with some snacks on both of his hands. you waved at him and junkyu laugh in response

"i'm sorry for being late," he said, handing some bread to you

"no it's okay i just got here," you said

you and junkyu are best friends since high school, you're the one who supported junkyu's journey to debut, and junkyu was grateful to have a friend like you, junkyu always convince you to audition at YG but you refused since you now want to focus on your studies. but after junkyu accidentally saw a book full of lyrics song at your desk, he forced you to record one of the songs in his studio and release it on soundcloud so junkyu could promote the song to his fans.

of course, you reject the offer saying you can't sing and you don't want any attention in the university. a medical science student releases a song on a soundcloud, out of the blue, and treasure junkyu promoted her music?? no way!

however junkyu being junkyu, he didn't give up and keep encouraging you to record one of your songs, you didn't need to prepare anything just bring the lyrics and yourself, and the rest, he will work on it. after weeks tried to convince the you, you finally agreed with one term; which is junkyu need to buy you food. a lot of food.

"okay so here it's my studio, um it isn't something to brag about since half of the members have their studio," he said, opening the door of his studio showing his messy studio with a big portrait of treasure on the wall.

"you should clean your studio if you want to impress a girl kyu" you joked, getting a whine from junkyu mumbling that he would never see the world again if he brings a 'girlfriend' over.

junkyu pressed something on his keyboard and bass sound came out, making you flinch, the instrument that junkyu creates is mellow and kinda strident? as soon as you heard the instrument you know which lyrics from your lyrics book would go along and make a perfect song

"i have a perfect song for this" you excited, taking out your black notebook and turn to a back page—clearly the lyrics are fresh from the oven.

"okay i'm gonna play it and you sing the lyrics okay?"

you nodded and sing a little bit of the lyrics

"i kinda wanna throw

my phone across the room

'cause all i see are girls

too good to be true"

"woah! it's perfect" junkyu gasped, amazed at how the instrument he made suits perfectly with your lyrics. you smile, you didn't suprised much since you know how much passion junkyu has in music.

"okay now you eat first, i'm gonna rearrange the lyrics to suit with the melody," he said and get a nod from you. you eat the bread that junkyu bought for you, you also eyeing the studio, it's kinda cold in here cause the space not too big and they put a big ass aircond on top of you.

junkyu notice your quiver, he rolled his eye when you only wearing a thin black shirt material, he scoffs before handing you his pink hoodie that he left in the studio yesterday.

"i won't turn off the aircond so you must wear this hoodie, it's been a week since i wash it," he said in a teasing voice, you frown yet you have no choice to wear the pink treasure hoodie or else, you're gonna die in this cold studio.

you sigh in relief when the hoodie warms your cold body, you side-eyeing junkyu who looks so serious rearrange the lyrics, you then click on the instagram icon, you felt blue as you saw haeri post on your feed— haeri is a popular rich girl in your university, you and her once assigned in a group for an assignment and she is very kind and open about her opinions, she also very serious when it comes to study/work and she is pretty, to your eyes she is like a goddess. she is so pretty, kind, and selfless, and you really lying if you didn't jealous of her. she has a perfect life and you still struggling to get a diploma.

you slowly pressed the screen twice, liking a picture of haeri; wearing a beanie and a mask in a cafe without posing too much, getting 2 thousand likes within 1 hour. you wonder how is it to be like a rich popular pretty girl in university? well, damn sure you will get all of the pretty privileges in your life. you sighed as you realized you're comparing yourself again with haeri. you always remind yourself not to compare yourself to anyone since you're beautiful enough but you can't. the funniest thing is you and haeri didn't even know each other, yet you being so jealous of her life. sometimes you just feel small, you want to be like them.

"y/n!" junkyu shakes your body making you slap his hand

"what!?"

"i called you for like thousand times! you didn't hear me?" junkyu said, stroking his hand that got slapped by you

"oh i'm sorry, im zoning out, you're done rearranging?"

junkyu nodded

"you can listen to the instrument and practice your lyric with it," he said

"okay"

an hour passed, you finally get the tempo, beat, and rhythm right, you grin excitedly as junkyu put the headphones on your head and directing the microphone to you

"you ready?" junkyu asked

"yes i am" with that, junkyu clicked on something and you could hear the instrument, you begin to sing the verse of your song choice.

i kinda wanna throw my phone across the room

'cause all i see are girls too good to be true

with paper-white teeth and perfect bodies

wish i didn't care

you stop singing and look at junkyu curiously making junkyu paused the song and look back at you with a confused look

"why?"

"doesn't singer usually stop singing for producers fix their mistakes?" you asked making junkyu giggle

"yes that's true but you didn't have any mistake, you're doing good, i will pause the music if i have something to fix" he explained, getting an 'oh' from you. you continue singing the song.

i know their beauty's not my lack

but it feels like that weight is on my back

and i can't let it go

com-comparison is killin' me slowly

i think i think too much

'bout kids who don't know me

i'm so sick of myself

i'd rather be, rather be

anyone, anyone else

my jealousy, jealousy started followin' me

started followin' me

as you singing the song that you wrote, junkyu couldn't help but wonder who is the person, you dedicated to? or how you inspired to write this song? this song is obviously about your insecurities about some girl, and you don't even know her! junkyu pout when you felt like this, he knew how insecurities could kill you, back then when he was a trainee he felt insecure with all of the trainees that beat him to debut, he felt he doesn't belong in here but with you and his members on his side, he gained confidence and prove to the world that he is himself and nothing can change that.

all your friends are so cool, you go out every night

in your daddy's nice car, yeah, you're livin' the life

got a pretty face, a pretty boyfriend, too

i wanna be you so bad and i don't even know you

all i see is what u should be

happier, prettier, jealousy, jealousy

all i see is what i should be

i'm losin' it, all i get's jealousy, jealousy

you remove the headphone as soon as the instrument stop playing, you handing the headphone without noticing junkyu's face, chaeyul grabbed the water bottle and drink, her throat felt dry after singing a whole song which you have never done in your life, making you wonder how did singer voice so stable when singing live?

"kyu—oh my god why are you looking at me like that?" you take one step back as you saw junkyu looking at you with frowns on his face, you bit her lips was your singing that terrible?

"sit down here" he ordered, you quickly took a seat beside him without saying anything

junkyu grab your hand and rubs it softly while looking at you with his brown eyes.

"what you see is all fake y/n. she living her best life is what you see what you want, but you didn't see her pain, how hard she must through a day in her life, we didn't know if she struggles behind, you also know you can't compare yourself to others right? you're beautiful" he said

"but, i don't know kyu. i couldn't help but felt all jealous of her, i feel like a total loser" you said

“no y/n, you're not a loser! hear me out, you do great, you beautiful and an amazing person, so why do you need to be insecure to a person you never know? everyone is beautiful on their own, you're an original version of yourself and no one else could be you. you are special and unique, you wouldn't know if someone is jealous of your life, a successful medical student who has a great voice. you need to love yourself more, let yourself shine in your spotlight. trust me popular life wouldn't great as you think" he said

you smile at his words

"thank you kyu, honestly, you're right.i didn't appreciate myself enough this past week, hearing you said that making me feel great about myself, i am me, there's nothing anyone could change about me"

junkyu smile and pat your head

"that's my girl"