#and I wouldn’t be having this dilemma lmao

[wanderingpages]

Peach the princess thing you shared is that in stepbro fic??

Yessir

[livelaughlovesubs]

Hiii, Nini! Can I please request a Sigma x male reader fic with impact play? We've seen Sigma in fics getting absolutely decimated by the reader LMAO- I almost feel bad, so here's a twist, this is light impact play. Instead of spanks/floggers he can brace for, nope, feathers that make him jump out of his skin every time, giggling despite himself because wtf he's taken so much worse-. I think he'd absolutely lose it with the lighter/gentler stuff more so than the harder stuff purely because of how flustered he'd get XD. Ps I'm making it canon, you cannot look at him and tell me that stressed-as-hell man ain't ticklish.

Ahhhh so true!!! I imagine him as very sensitive and ticklish as well, like 🤤🤤 also since the gender wasn’t mentioned anywhere, you can interpret it however you want :]

Dom!reader x sub!sigma - reader is gn neutral

Warning: tickling/soft impact play, teasing, humiliation, slight dacryphilia (can’t write a fic without good’ol dacryphilia), using his hair as a brush???

Edit: started & finished this in the middle of the night, I’m so tired and I didn’t proof read it, also my brain is cooked idk what I did here

It’s been too quiet these days. Too boring, too mundane, too relaxing. There were many adjectives that would fit this little dilemma you were facing, called ‘dying of boredom’. You’ve been waiting around for your sweetheart to make a mistake, just so you’d have a reason to punish him. Yet how could it be that he’s so perfect in every way possible? You weren’t even exaggerating or meaning to sing his praises, heck you wanted him to be a little more human!

Otherwise you couldn’t think of a good reason to pull him out of his busy schedule, just to have him all to yourself, in such a selfish way. He wouldn’t agree, everyone knows how he puts his work above everything else. Such a horrible work ethic he has. Whatever, no one is perfect, even the manager of the sky casino will have to slip up somewhere, and you were way too eager to find it.

Sigma was just signing some documents as you watched him over his shoulder, taking sneaky peeks as if he hasn’t noticed you already. At this point he was probably wondering what you were doing. It didn’t bother you in the slightest, in fact, you knew due to you being so close, he’d get nervous and overthinking again. Something along the lines of: Did you want something from him? Why were you watching him all silently, so creepily?

And there it was— what you’ve been waiting for! “Sigma~ gosh, you clumsy thing! You wrote down the wrong date there, look.” You pointed it out a little too enthusiastically, eyes sparkling like morning sunlight, reflecting how excited you were. He glanced at you funnily, probably baffled why you were so happy about it. “Ah- yes, I see, uhh.. thanks, y/n.” Sigma furrowed his brows for a split second, then turned his attentions back to the papers. Though before he could continue writing, you snatched the pen out of his hand.

“Nope, you made a mistake sigma, and such a simple one as well. Tsk tsk tsk.” You faked a disappointment sigh, and facepalmed, putting your acting skills to use, “I’ll need to punish you, don’t you think?” So that’s what you’ve been waiting for, and probably the reason why you were so full of glee earlier. “A-are you serious..? For such a small thing?” Sigma looked taken aback, leaning his head back until he met your eyes. A slight blush was already convering his pale cheeks, such a naughty boy, he was excited as well.

“Why of course, it was a grave mistake after all. Stand up.” He was more ready to comply than you thought, not making any fuss as he stood up. “Good boy, now sit on the table.” You moved the chair away, pinning his body between your arms and gripping the edge of the furniture. Sigma glanced at you a few times, seemingly surprised with your demand. To be honest he expected you to bend him over your lap. This was fine as well, in fact, this position would prove itself to be more comfortable than what he initially predicted.

You were close, all up in his intimate space. He swore he could feel the heat radiating off your body. A slight blush covered his cheeks as he waited for your orders, already feeling the effects you had on him. It was almost terrifying how much control you had with just a few words. “Come on, you know how it goes. Strip.” After waiting for what felt like forever, you smirked as you whispered to him. “Ah- right. Sorry.” The boy replied half-minded, hands moving up to unbutton his vest.

This wouldn’t have been all that humiliating if it wasn’t for the fact that you were staring him up and down like some prey, watching his every move as he peeled off one layer after another. “Can’t you.. look in the other way?” He muttered in a meek voice, currently taking his pants off. “I’ve seen you nude plenty times darling,” you reached for his hands and helped him undress, “why are you still embarrassed?”

“You- stop teasing me..” The way his face flushed even more while he desperately tried to shake your hands off was so precious, you couldn’t stop grinning. “Ever thought it’s part of the punishment?” You asked, grabbing his thighs and spreading them apart. They were soft to the touch, and so squishy, his skin was flawless. “Ah-ahh… I’m- I’m really getting punished… over that little mistake?” He bawled his hands into fists, biting his lips to stop the trembling.

“I mean what I said.” He inhaled shakily, and breathed an equally unsure exhale. Eyes glossed over and half-lidded, body burning under your every touch. Poor boy was just preparing for the worst. You gave him a reassuring smile, then raised your hand right over his thighs. So it was going to be spanking, he thought and squeezed his eyes together. To his surprise, instead of the painful slap he expected, he was met with a teasing one. In response his body twitched involuntarily, and his eyes ripped open.

He didn’t flinch because of the pain, no there was no pain to speak of. There were only a soft, faintly red mark that gradually appeared on his inner thigh. Pretty much nothing worth mentioning, you left more marks when you grabbed his skin to spread his legs. “Erm… Y/n?” He couldn’t help but question your actions. That was a slip up, right? He’s taken so much worse, compared to all that you were basically caressing him.

Suddenly, another slap, though just as soft and gentle as the first one, making him jump out of his seat. “Wait- y/n, what are you doing?” It was such a light slap, can you even call it one? Wouldn’t tap be a more fitting description? “Punishing you. Why, do you want to be bullied instead?” You teased, followed by another slap, this time on the other thigh, and his toes curled. Why did this feel even more embarrassing than anything else? The sound was way louder and more dramatic than the actual impact.

“Ah- no but, seriously, what are you doing?” Out of nowhere you slapped his chest, once again it wasn’t painful in the slightest. He tensed together, still able to feel your touch in the places you’ve touched. “Shhh, be good and endure it for me, alright?” Instead of answering him, you stroked his fluffy hair, and smiled all self confident. The look on his face screamed confusion, but he trusted you, and so he simply swallowed the lump in his throat.

You grabbed a strain of his hair, one of the longer locks, sliding your hand through them, a little amazed at how untangled his hair was. As soon as you reached the ends, you held it fairly firm in your hand, and used it like a brush to graze over his skin. First over his cheeks just to annoy him, earning yourself a glare from him, then a feather-light brush over his nipples. He really didn’t know where you were going with this, but god did it rile him up.

It tickled, and it was so foreign, he couldn’t help but subconsciously clench his thighs together. Hands trembling from clenching his fists too hard, the pounding of his own heart echoing in his ears. You made sure to not touch him anywhere except with your hands, which made him all the more sensitive. Those touches were driving him mad, and that fact itself made him all the more flustered. You were barely doing anything, how could it be that he wanted to cry amidst all these sensations?

Soft, muffled whimpers slipped from his swollen lips, he arched his back forward whenever everything became too much. “Hnng- please, ah.. stop the t-teasing…! Hmm..!!” You carefully traced a line down his belly, resting your makeshift brush around his pelvis and moving it in a circling motion. As if all this wasn’t humiliating enough, he now knew why you had him sit on the table. All so you could observe his every move, every shameful expression and listen to every shaky breath he exhaled.

“Look at you getting all excited just from a few touches, you are way more needy than you’d like to admit, aren’t you?” “HnnGh..~ p-please.. ah-!!”He whined again, feeling you finally, finally giving his neglected dick some attention. Only using one finger to lazily rub his tip a few times, before using his hair to brush over the already sticky gland. His precum slowly dribbled from his slit, down his shaft before getting smeared around by you. “So messy.” Was all you had to say.

“Y/n, y-you’re so Mnn.. mean,” he squirmed around, shaking his head as tears rolled down his crimson cheeks, “I-i wanna cum…” you tilted your head to the side, sliding the bush of hair over his inner thighs, “that’s not how you ask for things, baby.” Then you used your other hand to rub his tears away, it ended up with him crying even more. “Such a crybaby, why don’t you try asking nicely?”

He gulped, trying to cease the sobbing for a moment, bending forwards as he let his head drop. The shame was eating at him, but he really couldn’t do this anymore~ which is why he looked up at you like a lost puppy, with glistening eyes and rosy lips, shaking ever so slightly as he begged, “please.. ha-Ahhh…I-i wanna cum♥︎ please m-make me c-cum..!!♡♡♥︎”

You smiled, staying quiet for a moment to raise the intensity and anticipation, then wrapped your arms around his shivering body. “You’ve been so good for me, and good boys deserve to be rewarded.”

[writingmeraki]

gents in dilemma.

a park sunghoon drabble !

pairing : rich!boy!sunghoon x gn!reader, teasing classmates to ???

genre : fluff/humour (?)

warnings : nothing just sunghoon using his privileges as a pretty rich boy lmao also no actual knowledge os spider-man comics im sorry if it's inaccurate <3 !

author's note : wooo! a double update ?!? who is thisss mayhaps very random but i told ya'll ( if u read my recent mingu drabble ) it's been a while since i realeased anything enha :( this was sort of a warm up to get back into writing for them! if you have any ideas pls send them in!! i rlly want to write for them again hehe &lt;3

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word count : 1.2k

You were stuck there anyways. Your brother wouldn’t come pick you up earlier enough and all your friends left already so you found no point in wanting to leave and sit outside in the hot and humid weather where you’ll probably just end up with mosquito bites and sweaty skin. 

The song played in your earphones as you lazily flipped through the Spider-man comic. It was your newest hyperfixation and you had difficulties getting copies but you were getting there. 

Suddenly an intrusion popped in front of you as you got to the good part, but you paid no mind to whoever it was. 

Besides, who in their right mind would want to make small talk with a stranger in the damned detention room?

The music was dull but you could hear the sound of someone clearing their throat. Sighing, you put down the comic and looked unamused at the boy in front of you. 

Park Sunghoon. Rich, smart, pretty boy who lived up to all the stereotypes that clung to his personality while also hanging out with the same sort of people. Not a stranger you thought. 

You wondered how you missed seeing him and…Park Jonseong? (If you remembered correctly) walk in. Perhaps you indeed were too focused in your daydreams. 

Now amusement flickered in your gaze as you looked up at him. 

He definitely did live to his pretty boy name you mused as you took in the moles on his face, the shade of his pink lips, the messy yet perfectly sitting hair of his. 

He gulped under your calculating gaze, not knowing why he felt nervous all of a sudden when it was his idea to tell you not to say anything to Mr.Kim for when Jay and him would ditch the detention they got that day. He confidently told his friend he would threaten you if you didn’t comply, perhaps maybe bribe you a bit and surely it would do the trick.

But how his words seemed to bite right back at him because suddenly his mouth felt drier and tongue heavier under your gaze. For a brief moment, he wondered how he had never seen you, otherwise, he knew he wouldn’t be able to forget a face like yours. 

“Now now,what ever have I done to have the Park Sunghoon right in front of me?” You grinned teasingly at him and fuck you had dimples. He swore he might have died in that moment and reached heaven.

He felt a shove that snapped him out of his thoughts.

“Uh-yeah um we- wait you know me?” You raised a brow at his words, the amusement only growing as you saw the tip of his ears getting red.

Was he flustered…by you?

“ ‘course I do, it would seem weird if I didn’t at least to you people.” You murmured the last part, darting your eyes to his friend who seemed to roll his eyes.You weren’t sure if it was because of you or because of Sunghoon.

“Can you get to the point idiot-”

“Hey! Shut up, yeah? I’m talking-”

“All I see is you acting like a huge fucking si-”

They whispered to each other, almost making you giggle at the way they both seemed to be arguing over something, you figured you were somehow involved. 

“Well see- the thing is we’re going to ditch this.” You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, tilting your head a little as you leaned forward in your chair, placing your head on one hand.

“And? Does that concern me?”

“We don’t want you snitching, that’s what he meant. You can ditch too, Mr.Kim’s known for never coming back to his detentions once he leaves.” 

You shook your head, “I’m fine here, I have to wait anyways, you can-”

Suddenly a thought occurred to you, “Hmm, the snitching on you both part sounds tempting, I might even get brownie points, struggling with his class anyways.” 

No,he was not supposed to find your smirk cute, nor the mischievous glint in your eyes.

“What’s in it for me?”

“Wha- what’s in it for you?! You can ditch too! Didn’t I say that already-”

“Wait. I might have something.”

Jay stared at Sunghoon in both disbelief and annoyance while you looked at him curiously. He set his bag down and opened it, pulling out something.

“Here.”

You couldn’t believe your eyes. The newest edition of the Spider-man series. You’d been trying for ages to get it, but held yourself back when you saw the triple digit price point. 

Of course he’d have this. 

You gasped in disbelief, looking in awe as you grabbed it and flipped through the pages. Sunghoon found it absolutely cute the way your eyes lit up. 

He was concerned about how enduring he already found you in the span of approximately 10 minutes. 

“It’s too expensive, I can’t-”

“Who said I am giving it to you? I’m letting you borrow it so you won’t rat us out.”

It seemed the tables turned and it was your turn to be flustered under his teasing gaze and he did in fact have a cute grin. Shit-eating one but adorable. 

“I’ll take it to my grave.” You hugged the comic to your chest and did a zipping your mouth motion, throwing away the pretend key. He let out a chuckle at your actions and the sound absolutely did not do something to your heart ( You think it might have burst ). 

Jay had been observing the interaction and he knew why exactly Sunghoon did what he was doing. Seems like the supposed ‘ice’ prince was melting at your mere presence. Oh he was so going to spill everything to the rest of his friends and tease him for the life of it. 

Sunghoon’s gaze moved towards your phone, seeing it was still unlocked he took it while you yelped in alarm, “Hey! I said I won’t say anything!”

You had stood up from your chair and now only realised just how much taller he was than you when he began to type something with his hands raised above you. 

“Here. My number and I rang it to have yours. Call me when you’re done reading, I expect to get my comic back soon enough.” He held your hand and plopped your phone in it, while you remained frozen at his bold moves. Even the blonde next to him was surprised at his actions, that probably said a lot to you. 

He swung his arm around Jay who had an amused grin as he shook his head, waving bye to you, pausing for a moment when he realized something as he looked back at you.

“What’s your name?” 

“Uh-oh um,” You were still in a trance at what just happened as you said your name, not as confidently as you wished and you cursed yourself mentally for already being so hung up on his actions. 

He repeated it as if testing it out, “See you soon then,” He grinned at you as you just chose to wave back, thinking you might just say something stupid. 

Looking down at your phone, you saw his number and back at the comic book that laid on the desk, you grinned bashfully, shaking your head as you laughed.

Maybe just maybe, Park Sunghoon wouldn't have to wait until you finished the comic for you to see him. 

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[spiderrmax]

SHIT IM SO sorry LMFAO 🌼 20 kyle broflovski pleasee💀💀💀🙏

🌼 20: clumsy attempts at flirting

word count: 640 author's note: LMAO you are so good nonny!! just wanted to get what you wanted :) i also wrote a small drabble based on your original ask (rivals to lovers) & tried to incorporate the trope here but it was not working also kyle is the only one clumsily flirting. he's the best representation of hopeless romantic but no game there is.

Kyle hates the feeling of having a crush. Knows from his adolescence that his romantic endeavors seemed doomed from the start. He is also aware of Cartman’s never ending enjoyment in ruining his life, and knows that these things are more likely to crash and burn.

Even so, you are always on his mind. With how you wait for him to tie his shoes, ask about his family, seem to care about his religion. Your interactions have a softness he isn’t familiar with, everyone around him seemingly made out of harsh edges. He doesn’t want to lose you, can already feel the way you are starting to erode his jagged walls.

Kyle only went to Kenny with his dilemma, aware of his promising history with romance, even if Kenny is driven more by lust. He was his best shot.

(“Just be yourself, but more confident. Like, lean up against a wall. You’re tall, they’ll like that. You don’t give yourself enough credit.”)

Kenny’s advice is all that rings in Kyle’s mind as he finds you in the hall. The last bell just rang, and you will be at your locker. Luckily, it seems to just be you who needs to be grabbing books, which gives Kyle ample space to follow Kenny’s gospel.

Leaning against the locker is horrendously awkward, one of the hinges digging into his shoulder. He feels stupid, but doesn’t have a chance to straighten out because you are shutting your locker door and closing the one thing separating the two of you.

You jump, startled by his presence, but that fear alleviates when you notice who it is. “Oh! Hi Kyle. Do you need something?” 

(“You could try a pick up line. But I don’t think you’re smooth enough. Maybe ask them for coffee. A study date is horrendously boring but could work for you.”)

“Are you free this afternoon?” It takes him a moment to reply, trying to stop the words from getting stuck in his throat. He doesn’t understand how you can look so beautiful even after getting up at 6 in the morning and being inside of this school for 8 hours. It makes it hard to think, when you look like that.

You pause to think, holding your few books close to you. “Yeah! I was just going to do some assignments due later this week. Why? Do you need something?”

Kyle wonders if you can see the blush on his face; he can feel it. “Uh. No. I mean, yeah. I just…” His voice trails off, and he fumbles a bit around as he stands straight up, feeling more like himself without the attempt to replicate Kenny’s cool persona. 

“Do you want to get coffee with me?” He finally asks, and he can’t breathe until you respond.

“Aw, Kyle, I’d love too,” You start, and he tries to get ready for the familiar taste of rejection, “But I don't have my wallet with me.”

His shoulders sag, and he can’t believe he was that tensed up. He lets out a deep breath, not rejected. Of course you’d feel bad for not having money, and would want to pay even though he asked you.

“I don’t mind paying,” Kyle smiles, and he should thank Kenny later for the coffee date suggestion. 

You grin even brighter and nod, “If you’re sure. I’ll just pay for the next date.” After that you begin walking to the parking lot, laughing as you hear him stutter a response and jog to catch up with you. Ever the gentleman, he offers to take your books. You let him, knowing how much the small gesture probably means to him. 

If his hands weren’t full, you’d probably be holding his hand, warm and presumably sweaty from anxious he was. It wouldn’t matter, and there will always be a next time.

[jeonqkooks]

our beloved summer | jjk (06)

You made a vow to hate Jeon Jungkook ever since he packed up and left you without a single explanation, but when he shows up at your door after years of radio silence, it turns out that maybe your resolve isn’t as strong as you thought.

pairing: producer!jungkook x songwriter!reader

genre/warnings: exes au, fluff, angst, eventual smut, swearing, kissing (omg k1ss1ng omg WHO IS IT ??? 😦), tbh this is the only warning i wanted u guys to read cuz 6 chapters in and we finally get sum action i feel like that's a win lmaooooo, jimin being Real as fook, unbeta'd cuz uhm i'm a godless menace who should be conked on the head, once again we are severely lacking jk in his own fic lol i'm owning up to this 🤗 BUT! this is probably the last chapter where jk feels like a side character lol apologies my dudes

rating: PG-13

word count: 8.1k (honestly i wrote obs6 just so i could get to obs7 lmao that's why it's a lil bit shorter)

note: my apologies if this sucks. you are legally allowed to stone me if you hate it. but i hope you don't hate it. but if you do hate it don't tell me just stone me lol 🤐 why am i so unhinged with this update

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— as always, i’d appreciate any thoughts or comments you may have, and please drop a like and/or reblog if you enjoy reading ♡

I can see you starin', honey Like he's just your understudy Like you'd get your knuckles bloody for me

Exile - Taylor Swift (ft. Bon Iver)

The picture is fucking terrible.

“Jimin, what the fuck,” you grumble, staring at the huge framed photo on the wall, taken on the day of the opening party. You, Taehyung and Jimin are gathered on the floor of the dance studio, with boxes of takeout neatly sitting between the three of you. “I look like ass.”

Jimin barely glances at the wall, just continues to stuff his face with the dumplings that you ordered. “You look fine,” he says absentmindedly, mouth full, continuing to munch on the food despite your little dilemma.

“Bitch, I have my eyes closed.”

“It’s not that bad.”

“I look like I’m in the middle of a sneeze.” You cross your arms in front of your chest, squinting at your photographed self again. The more you look at it, the more irritated you become.

Realistically, you know nobody would pay enough attention to notice the immortalized visual of your fluttering eyes, and you yourself wouldn’t care about it that much. Maybe you would even laugh in good spirits and poke fun at yourself as you often do. Make a meme of it for the group chat.

“What’s the big deal?” Jimin asks.

You shrug petulantly. “I told you. I look like ass.”

Yeah, true, but it’s also more than that.

It’s the fact that the person standing next to you looks so good that you must voice your grievances. It’s the fact that he looks so much more than just good. 

The guys stop eating to look at you. You wonder just how much of what you’re feeling is written all over your face. Regardless, they don’t comment on it. 

One of them clears his throat, shaking the whole thing off.

“Did you tell Yoongi anything yet?” Jimin asks.

You poke at a lone dumpling with your chopsticks, popping the ‘p’ when you say, “Nope.”

“Damn, Y/N,” Jimin scolds you. “It’s been three weeks. He doesn’t want to push you for an answer but the man has got to be suffering.”

You flick a piece of spring onion garnish at him. It lands on his hair, a single bit of green sitting among golden locks. “I don’t know what to tell him!”

“What do you mean you don’t know?” Jimin shakes the onion piece from his head and chucks it back at you. “Obviously you say yes!”

You exhale through your nose, then take a bite of your dumpling. You nibble on the fried dough, stretching out the silence, delaying your response.

It hasn’t even started, and it might not even start. But you’re already thinking about all the things that could go wrong. Yoong is your friend, first and foremost. He’s a good friend, and you would be crushed if you lose that relationship. 

What if he hurts you, or you hurt him?

Sometimes, people are meant to hurt each other even if they don’t mean to.

Yoongi hasn’t seen your pieces in all of their jagged glory, how they’re only meant to reflect the light but never be healed by it. He’s still blissfully unaware of the ugly thoughts that have a home inside your head, and you’re afraid if you let him in, he’d realize it’s a place he doesn’t want to be. It’s hard to love a broken thing. You wouldn’t want to love you either.

Maybe this is the real reason that’s been holding you back all this time. Maybe it isn’t Jungkook - though he certainly isn’t absolved - but it’s you, and how you just don’t know if you’re someone who deserves to love and be loved. You’ve felt inadequate more times than you can count. You’ve been left before. Who’s to say it isn’t going to happen again?

You’re well aware that this is a bad way to look at things, but can anyone really blame you? You still have a heart, and despite how fragmented it is, you still want to protect it.

“I know that look,” Taehyung says, parting your fog and pulling you back to him. “You’re overthinking again.”

You roll your eyes. He knows you so well, but does he have to call you out every time?

“I’m not overthinking. I’m regular thinking.”

“Right. And to normal people, that’s overthinking.”

“It’s just…” you wonder out loud, gaze on the floor. “What if I go all in, and Yoongi sees me for who I am and thinks that I’m just an utterly sad person who can’t be loved? That I’m too much work when he’s got literally thousands of people throwing themselves at him left and right?”

Taehyung stares at the side of your face as he bites the inside of his cheek. His tongue soothes the spot, his jaw clenching once. “He’s not going to think that.”

“You don’t know that,” you say, the corners of your mouth tugging down.

“You’re not unlovable just because one person didn’t love you right. So stop it with that bullshit, because I love you,” he says, voice serious. Even Jimin stays silent as he listens to his friend, his eyes flickering between you and Taehyung. “And Jimin loves you. Hobi loves you.”

You merely blink, because you hate it when he’s right. In all fairness, you understand. This is the same thing you would tell him if the situation were reversed.

You deflect anyway. That’s what you do best.

“You don’t count,” you tell him with an unserious scoff, your tone starkly contrasting his. “You’re my family.”

You taste something bitter as soon as the words leave your mouth. You should know better than anyone, that just because someone’s your family, doesn’t mean they have to love you.

Taehyung reenacts the blinking guy meme before chuckling, holding a hand over his chest like you’ve just wounded him. “Ouch.”

“You two are getting nowhere,” Jimin interjects. “Just call Yoongi.”

“And say what?” you ask.

“I told you. Say yes. God, you’re so dense sometimes.”

You reach over to jab a finger into his side, making him hiss and shuffle away from you.

“That wasn’t nice,” you grumble.

“Well, somebody’s gotta say it.” He gives you a look, eyebrows raised for a few seconds before he lowers them and grows more stern. “Come on, Y/N. You know you don’t want to say no, or else you would’ve turned him down already. You said you wanted to start dating again. Yoongi is practically on his knees offering himself to you. What are you waiting for?”

There’s a voice in the back of your head - tiny, barely audible - that whispers, Who are you waiting for?

“Fuck it, I’ll say it,” Jimin continues. “It sucks balls that Jungkook hurt you, but you can’t let that affect you for the rest of your life. Not everyone is going to hurt you. You’re not even giving Yoongi a chance just because someone else did you dirty. If you keep always thinking about the worst possible outcome and banking on it to happen, then you’re never going to get anywhere. I love you, dude, but y’know.”

You stare at Jimin with your mouth slightly open, stunned into silence. When you glance at Taehyung, he’s surprised too, though probably not as much as you.

After a couple of minutes, you say, “Wow.”

“Tough love. I have my moments.” Jimin shrugs casually, like he didn’t just drop a truth bomb on your head. “But also…” He picks his phone up and types something in. Your phone instantly buzzes with a notification.

“Open the link I just sent you,” he says.

“You are literally sitting across from me.”

“Just open it! I made you a playlist.”

“Aw, Jimin, that’s so cute,” you coo softly, reaching over to pinch his cheek before he swats your hand away. You unlock your phone to see what Jimin made you, because that is some friendship hall of fame stuff right there. However, when the link redirects you to your music app, your smile immediately drops.

Aaand he’s back.

You stare at the screen for a good ten seconds to try and find your bearings, flabbergasted at something that is quite honestly very on-brand for Jimin if you think about it. “You made me a playlist called Dick Appointment with an eggplant emoji and the tongue out emoji and it’s mostly just Yoongi’s songs. Even the playlist cover is from his Valentino shoot.”

“So you can get it on while Agust D plays in the background!” Jimin grins, and you could just smack it right off his face.

“Park Jimin, who raised you? You are vile.”

“Validate me,” he demands. Oh, you would smack him. You really would. “I spent hours making that playlist.”

“It’s literally just Yoongi’s songs.”

“Yeah, but I had to curate an experience. I can’t just dump every song into a playlist and call it a day. I gotta make sure they fit the vibe.”

“I literally just heard the most profound shit from you not even two minutes ago.” Then, you turn to Taehyung with an exasperated look on your face. “Why would you let him do this?”

He just waves a dismissive hand in the air, like Jimin isn’t even there. “I’m not responsible for the stupid shit he does.”

Jimin crosses his arms in front of his chest, both eyebrows raised dramatically as he gapes at you. “You both suck. From now on, you can make your own sexytime playlists.”

“Nobody even asked you to do that!” you cry.

“Yeah! Which makes me an even more considerate friend,” he says. “Ugh. Whatever. Go call Yoongi.”

“You want me to do it now?”

“Yes. Because I know you’ll wuss out when you’re alone. You can stay and put him on speakers for us to hear or you can go out into the hallway. Come on, chop chop.”

“No, I have to text him first,” you protest. “What if he’s busy?”

Jimin narrows his eyes at you suspiciously, but allows you this after a moment. “Fine.”

You take out your phone from your bag that’s lying carelessly on the floor to draft a quick message to Yoongi. 

[12:59] You: got a minute?

The three of you go back to the food, abandoning the previous topic of conversation in favor of something lighter and meaningless or else you would go crazy waiting for Yoongi’s reply. After you’re finished, you and Taehyung are in the middle of putting away all the empty containers and soda cans when your phone buzzes again. 

You go to grab it to look at the notification, hands already starting to sweat.

[13:17] Yoongi: for you? always :)

You turn back to the guys to find them already looking at you. Jimin wiggles his eyebrows suggestively while Taehyung just stares at you.

“Time to get your whore on,” Jimin says in an exaggeratedly sultry voice.

You turn to Taehyung for help. “He’s bullying me.”

“Ignore him,” your best friend tells you gently. “Go call Yoongi.”

When you take your phone out into the hallway, you make sure to go to the far end of it, near the main entrance so the two dorks can’t eavesdrop. You’ll tell them everything once you come back anyway, but you don’t want them within earshot while you’re in the middle of it.

Yoongi picks up your call on the third ring. In the background, your ear picks up on some chatter.

“Hey, princess,” he greets you. Then he holds the phone away from his ear to tell someone that he’d be back in a bit.

“Hey,” you say. “Where are you?”

“Just at a fitting. I have an ad campaign to film next week,” he answers. “Did you call just to get my whereabouts?”

“No, I… If you’re busy, we can talk later.”

“We’re still in the middle of lunch break anyway. What did you want to talk about?”

You briefly regret not taking a minute to psych yourself up before. You suck in a deep breath, which eases your nerves for just a second, long enough for you to say, “Yes.”

You’re met with brief silence from the other end of the line, which only makes your palms more clammy than they already are.

“Yes?” he echoes confusedly. “Yes what?”

“Yes,” you say again. “To…”

The silence commences once more, and lasts longer than you think you can handle. Then, you hear him stop in the middle of a breath.

“Oh.” A subsequent chuckle in response to the lightbulb that must’ve been switched on. “To that?”

“...Yes.”

“Yes?”

“Yes.”

It feels like you two have invented a secret language that nobody else could understand. A single syllable, bouncing off the metaphorical walls of your conversation. Two idiots sharing the same brain cell.

“Yes?” he continues to prod, but at this point, you know he’s just teasing you.

“Yes! God, stop making me say it again. We sound so stupid.”

He graces you with a hearty laugh that makes you fight back a sheepish smile, even though there isn’t a single soul in sight to witness it. Yoongi makes you so fucking shy for some reason. Your nerves dissolve momentarily as you lean against the wall, your index finger running along a crack in the paint.

“Hmm, I wish you would’ve told me this in person,” he says, his voice soft.

“I can’t handle you in person. You’d tease me so much.”

“Because you’re adorable when you’re flustered, that’s why.” He waits a second before adding, “You’re blushing right now, aren’t you?”

“You’re being overly confident, Min.”

“Maybe,” he responds easily. “But am I right, though?”

“Shut up.”

When Yoongi said he would cook for you, you almost gasped.

“You can cook?” you had asked. It wasn’t an earth-shattering revelation or anything, but you suppose you’d never given much thought to the hidden sides of him. 

“Y/N,” he laughed then. “I’m a great cook. I could probably make a pretty decent career out of being a chef.”

“I didn’t know that,” you told him sheepishly.

“There’s a lot of things you still need to know about me.” It sounded like a promise. Like I’m willing to show you me. Like I’m willing to take the first step if you’d be in this with me too. “Does that sound like a good idea? You, me, dinner at your place?”

“My place?”

“Yeah, so you’ll be more comfortable. I’ll come over.”

This one simple gesture shouldn’t affect you that much, but it does. You appreciate that he’s considerate even when it comes to the littlest things. You swell with gratitude for the thought he puts into this, into putting your comfort first. It made you feel a bit better about yourself, calmed your stormy sea of thoughts enough to rationally accept the fact that he genuinely cares.

Regardless, it doesn’t stop you from spending most of the day obsessively cleaning your apartment. Even - and especially - your bedroom, although you’re sure that is not where the night will end. Every surface is spotless, not a single speck of dust to be found. It’s like the goddamn Pope is coming over for a house inspection. 

You haven’t had a first date in… fuck, how long has it been now? Nine years? It’s almost been a fucking decade already? You honestly can’t tell if that’s embarrassing or not.

But you remember the last time.

College, freshman year, with Jungkook. His yellow piece of sticky note that he slipped inside your favorite book. His adorably flustered expression when he timidly stood in front of you in the campus library. The way he was trying so hard to be confident and charming throughout your first dinner together. How he ran back to you after saying goodnight.

No.

You shut your eyes and shake your head, warding off any Jungkook-related thoughts before they could send you spiraling. You can’t reminisce about your ex while waiting for someone else to show. Yoongi deserves better, and that’s what you’re trying to be.

You’re not exactly sure how nice you should dress tonight. Yoongi told you that you could be clad in sweats for all he cares. If the dinner didn’t hold any connotation other than platonic, maybe you would’ve really donned your loungewear like you were merely having Taehyung and Jimin over for pizza.

You’d completely forgotten all the things people worry about in the early stages of dating, when you want to impress the other person but don’t want them to think that you’re trying too hard. 

Calm down. It’s just Yoongi. He’s seen you ugly crying with mascara running down your face, for fuck’s sake.

In the end, you opt for a sweater and a comfortable skirt. Casual. 

Yoongi rings your doorbell about ten minutes later than when he said he’d be there, holding a bag full of groceries. The visual alone makes you bite back a giggle and subsequently fail. You believe this is what people would call husband material.

You take his coat and guide him into your home. “Welcome to my humble abode,” you say shyly, gesturing around as you lead him into the kitchen to show him where everything is. Why are you acting like this? This isn’t you. If Taehyung or Jimin could see you right now, they would probably laugh. Hoseok would straight up be rolling on the floor.

You barely breathe as you watch Yoongi take in his surroundings. It’s intimidating, even though you know it’s just Yoongi. 

“I actually don’t know what I expected, but I like it. It’s very you,” he comments, smiling.

“What does that mean?”

“It means that it’s cute,” he says, throwing you a wink as he leans against your kitchen counter.

You avert your gaze immediately. “Oh… Thanks,” you reply, fiddling with the hem of your sweater. “So, uhm, what are you making? How can I help?”

“Just sit down. I got this.”

“Yoongi,” you say his name in protest. “I want to h-”

“I’m trying to romance you here. Let me do that,” Yoongi says, his smile turning lopsided as he starts emptying the contents of his grocery bags. Even though his tone is light, the gentle reminder of tonight being a date shuts you right up.

You take a seat at your dining table, though you can’t really sit still. As Yoongi starts working, you absentmindedly talk to each other about your day, about his campaign, about Seokjin’s album. At one point, you get up to creep over to his side when the smell of whatever he’s making becomes more prominent. You try to peek at the pot, curious, but he just shoos you away by bumping his hip against yours.

When you give him a small pout, you pretend not to notice the way his eyes dart to your mouth. You retract yourself from his personal space, choosing a spot on the other side of your kitchen island, staring at his back as he works.

You watch him expertly navigate your kitchen like he’s been here before. When he’s finished, he makes you sit down, not even letting you help bring the food to the table.

“What is it?” you ask once he’s settled in his seat, everything plated in front of you.

“Kimchi jjigae,” he says, a proud look on his face. “My mom’s recipe.”

It’s endearing, and it makes you smile.

For the most part, Yoongi lets you eat in peace, though there’s still a couple of flirtatious comments here and there. Every time it comes, you bite down on your bottom lip to try and snap out of that daze before you cough, as if that would help tone down the colors adorning your face. There’s no verbal response from you, and it seems like Yoongi doesn’t expect one either, because he just chuckles. You think he must notice the palpable nervousness that radiates off of you, but it’s not like you’re doing a very good job at hiding it.

You’re taking baby steps and he knows it. The fact that you even agreed to this at all is already major progress.

When you’re done eating, he clears the table while he asks you to open the expensive bottle of wine that he brought over. It does wonders for your nerves.

Three glasses in and you’re visibly more relaxed as you both sit on the couch in the living room, facing each other. There’s a small smile on your face that you can’t help, maybe it’s some of your inhibitions wearing off as a side effect of the alcohol. 

You glance around the room, and you take in the sight of Yoongi sitting here, this close to you. He feels bigger than your small world can handle.

“You know,” you start. If the wine didn’t make you more mellow, you probably wouldn’t be saying this. “There are thousands of people thirsting over you every day.”

Yoongi tilts his head, swirling the wine in his glass. “Really?”

“Don’t you look at the internet? I personally know two girls from college who are on the Yoongi Marry Me train,” you say matter-of-factly, like you aren’t borderline tipsy in front of him.

You aren’t an avid Twitter user, but every time you check the damn bird app, Yoongi is almost always trending. In every single one of his posts on social media, there is always an influx of comments asking him to marry them. Not only that, when word first got out about you collaborating with Agust D back then, people you knew - both old friends and acquaintances - practically bombarded your messages to see if it was true, and to ask if you could get them an autograph.

Yoongi stretches out his legs until they brush against yours. Your stomach flips even though it’s only your legs that are barely touching.

“The what train?”

“You seriously don’t know about the Yoongi Marry Me movement? Look it up. It’s a whole thing. People would do anything to, I don’t know, hold your hand or something.”

With an amused look on his face, he holds your gaze. “Would you?”

“What?”

“Would you do all of that just to hold my hand? Because you don’t have to, y’know.” He brings the wine glass to his lips, partially hiding his face from you, and you don’t know whether he’s doing it for your sake or his in preparation for the words he speaks next. “But I would do it to hold yours.”

You’re sure that your cheeks are burning bright, your stomach twisted in knots. It’s the wine, but it’s definitely the effect of his words too. You stare at Yoongi in surprise; no matter how many times he openly flirts with you, he’d still elicit the same reaction from you. It’ll be hard to get used to it. He just always seems to know what to say to make you blush like a schoolgirl, which you resent but you can’t deny the sparks of excitement that make your fingertips tingle.

Yoongi is smooth, and it’s even worse - or is it better? You haven’t decided yet - that you know he means every word he says. It makes you feel… wanted. It’s good to know that he’s being genuine, and to know that Yoongi isn’t the type of person who would ever pull the rug out from under you.

Yoongi is… stable.

You suppose, after everything you’ve been through, that stability is what you need. It’s good for you.

You try to swerve around the thoughts, to avoid them at all costs, but deep down you know now that they’re glaringly true.

That love is stored in two bags of groceries, so filled to the brim that some onions almost fall out. Love is stored in every flick of his wrist holding a knife, slicing the sharp blade across your cutboard. Clean cuts, yet he’s never this way when it comes to you.

Love is stored in a fond smile and adoring eyes when he sees how you cradle your expensive dishware like it’s a newborn baby before you set it carefully on the table.

Love is stored in a Yoongi-shaped silhouette, dancing over your countertops with practiced precision in every movement, filling in the cracks of your home. The love in him is reserved because you, like the moon when it crescents, still have a ways to go.

When he stands at your door an hour later with his coat in hand, you wait for him to speak first.

“Performance review?” he asks. “How did I do?”

“I… liked it. It was nice,” you say honestly. But you still feel the wine in your system, and it makes you bold enough to tease him for a change. “But it was my first date in a while, so it’s hard to tell if that opinion is objective.”

He rolls his eyes fondly. “Do I qualify for a second date then?”

You hum in thought, making him wait on purpose. “Yeah, I guess,” you say, feigning nonchalance, which earns you a hearty laugh.

“What are you doing tomorrow night?” he asks, hopeful.

“Don’t know yet,” you answer, though you’ll probably end up going home and catching up on a kdrama. “Are you coming in tomorrow?”

“Just in the morning. I have a shoot in the afternoon.” He shifts to lean his weight on his other leg, tipping his body closer to you. “But I can pick you up after.”

“Yeah? And where would we go?”

Yoongi shrugs in earnest. “Just drive around? Grab a bite?” he thinks out loud, tilting his head slightly to one side for emphasis. “I could take you to that popup store you mentioned.”

You quirk an eyebrow. “You would stand in line with me to buy a novelty mug?”

“Pretty sure we wouldn’t have to stand in line if I gave them a call,” he says, grinning. “One of the perks of the job, y’know.”

“Must be nice,” you laugh, then shift to lean just a tad closer to him. You look at him for a brief moment before you agree, “Yeah, okay.”

You and Yoongi stand there at the door, each of you on either side of the threshold. This would be an appropriate moment for a kiss, you think. That explosive first kiss, if this were a movie. Exhilaration courses through your veins. You feel it from your head to the tips of your fingers to your toes. The feeling is rendering you a mere teenager again. 

It’s exciting because it’s new. You have the entire book ahead of you, waiting to be written. At this point, anything could happen. You’re a blank canvas waiting to be drawn, a blank page hoping to be written. 

Wait.

Back up.

A kiss?

A kiss?!

With Yoongi?

You’re thinking about kissing Yoongi?!

Fuck.

Fuck?!

It’s the wine.

Your thoughts knock against each other like bumper cars, echoing loudly in your brain that it almost gives you a headache.

You stay still as Yoongi leans down, your heart racing while your brain just keyboard-smashes. You can’t tell if you want him to kiss you or not, but when he only presses his lips against your cheek, you feel two emotions at once.

The first is disappointment, the second is relief. They press down on you with almost equal force, and you’re not really sure which one weighs heavier.

Baby steps.

You blink when he pulls away, and he just smiles fondly at you as if he can read your mind.

“Goodnight, princess.”

You watch him until he’s in the elevator, until the doors close and the lift descends. Even when you know that he must be on his way to his car and that someone else is making their way up, you stand there, with your hand loosely wrapped around the door handle, your breathing slightly erratic as you process what just happened. 

Déjà vu? 

It’s oddly reminiscent.

You’ve been here before.

Part of you thinks he’ll burst through the elevator doors, or rush up the stairs if the lift is occupied, and come back to grab your face and kiss you senseless.

He doesn’t.

Jungkook knows you’re probably waiting for Yoongi.

He’s seen Yoongi pick you up after work almost daily over the past couple of weeks, and it’s driving him insane. Even on the days that Yoongi comes to the studio during the day, the guy is all over you, so much so that he doesn’t even bother being a nuisance to Jungkook anymore, which just makes him a thousand times more insufferable.

Something is happening.

He can’t weasel shit out of Jimin anymore because Jimin has been especially tight-lipped after accidentally spilling Yoongi’s confession to you.

Because that should be him in Yoongi’s place. Or should he say his place, and Yoongi is just a placeholder. An imposter.

Because it used to be him that you smiled shyly at.

Jimin’s words have been plaguing his every waking hour since he was forced to hear them. If she wants to choose Yoongi, let her do that too. It feels like he’s rewinding all of your memories, retracing them with cautious fingers only to find that his every footstep is being erased to make room for someone else.

An abandoned dirt road, while you walk down a flower-filled path holding someone else’s hand.

Like you’re stamping him out.

Like he was never there at all.

Not only are you denying him a chance, you’re giving it to someone else. When he tries to move at someone else’s pace, all he gets is left behind.

It’s not about Yoongi; or at least, it’s not just about him. Yoongi doesn’t even really matter to Jungkook in this equation. It’s about what Yoongi represents. An idea of a person that Jungkook can never be.

A bigger life. A stable present and an even brighter future. Yoongi is everything better than him.

And that’s his own problem to deal with, not anyone else’s. At the end of the day, no one has to live with his insecurities but himself.

But still, he can’t help it. Whenever he sees you with Yoongi, his eyes burn. Please don’t let him take my place, he wishes every time, you’re the only good thing about me.

It’s jealousy, sure, of course it’s there. 

But what if you realize what everyone else already knows? That Yoongi is better in every single way. That Yoongi is the person who really deserves you.

What if you start to see Jungkook the way he sees himself?

You hating him - despising him with every cell in your body - is a thousand times better than you deeming him unworthy.

“I talked to Jihyo,” he speaks up suddenly, when it’s only the two of you.

“Okay,” you answer, never taking your eyes off the page in front of you. You must have circled the words daisy a thousand times already, wracking your brain for anything that rhymes. “I don’t know why you’re telling me this, but good for you.”

At this point, you wonder if you should just avoid the studio for the time being. It’s empty here again. You resent Seokjin for drowning in concept photos. You resent Namjoon for leaving Jungkook here to fend for himself, but it’s only fair, because Namjoon was only supposed to give him a helping hand, not take over the whole thing. You even resent Yoongi a bit, for not being here right this second.

“I talked to her,” Jungkook says again, ignoring your sass. “She won’t give you a hard time anymore.”

This makes you look at him. You never asked him to do this. You never asked him to do anything. In fact, you have only ever implored him to sit still and leave things alone.

“She never gave me a hard time,” you say. Sure, you don’t appreciate being given the death glare first thing in the morning, but it’s not something that you can’t ignore. It doesn’t actively affect you, and the only reason Jihyo does it is because of Jungkook.

Because he broke things off with her?

Because he gives you more attention?

Ugh. Attention?

This is the stupidest and most childish thing you have had to think about in ages.

“You said she acts differently toward you.”

“And aren’t you the reason why?” you counter. “Because you two were fucking?”

Jungkook visibly winces at your words, like he did when you mentioned it the first time in the break room. You don’t mean to be snarky; you’re just stating the facts. They were hooking up. 

You don’t harbor any ill will toward any of his past lovers, and that includes Jihyo. You know she doesn’t have anything against you either, at least not on a personal level because you don’t know each other well enough to do so. She’s just someone you pass by every day on your way to the elevator.

“So why did things end?” you ask just for the sake of it, since he was the one who brought it up. But you’d be lying if you said you weren’t curious.

He hesitates for a moment. “She wanted something more and it wasn’t the same for me.”

It’s stupid that the tiny voice in the back of your head resurfaces, hoping that you were the reason why he couldn’t pursue things with another woman.

Jihyo isn’t you, that much is clear. You never asked for anything more from him, not once from start to finish. He was always the first one to pour love into you. It’s arguable which one of you loved the other more - maybe you loved each other equally, just in different ways - but it was a fact that Jungkook always took the initiative. He made the first move so you wouldn’t have to. He gave you the option to match his affection, and never have to worry about being left out to dry.

He took initiative, right until the very end.

You bite your bottom lip, then give him a curt response, “Okay.”

Your phone vibrates with a text from Yoongi but you don’t open it just yet. You look at Jungkook, who only looks back at you. His lips part slightly as he searches for the right words, or any word at all. It’s like you’re asking him to navigate a minefield when all he has to do is be honest. Even if he told you that he fell out of love with you, it wouldn’t be that bad. You would be hurt, yes, but you wouldn’t blame him. You would understand. It would be a reason.

Silence fills the room, save for the continuous tapping of your pen on paper.

He says your name, pleading. “I’m trying here.”

At Jimin’s party, Jungkook said you were someone important to him. You don’t doubt that he meant it, and that’s what infuriates you the most. You’re important, but he keeps running circles around you and making your head spin. You’re important, but everything he’s done makes you think that you’re the opposite. You’re important, just not important enough to get an explanation.

You know he’s genuine about everything he says, but that’s not enough. You can’t sustain yourself on just his words alone.

It’s another cycle of the same conversation, running over and over and over again. He’s reaching out but he’s holding back. You’re still getting nowhere. You don’t know how many times he has to make you ask this, only to not give you any clarity at all.

If there is a trait of Jungkook’s that you both love and hate at the same time, it is that he doesn’t know when to quit.

He texts you every day even when you don’t reply - one for good morning, and one for goodnight. He gets you a chai latte every day, which doesn’t do shit for your concentration because there’s not enough caffeine in it. He gets the door for you whenever you go into the same room together. He hounds your every waking moment. He makes sure that he’s the first thing you see when you wake up, and the last thought that crosses your mind before you go to sleep.

I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to you.

You suppose this is him, showing up again. In a lot of ways, it’s selfish. But it’s an effort too. Now your phone is full of meaningless messages that remain unread.

You barely glance at him. It’s routine at this point. He tries in ways that you don’t bother acknowledging anymore, because you figured that the best course of action is to let him wear himself out.  When he has had enough of it, when he deems his efforts to be enough to absolve his guilt, he’ll stop. He has to.

But at what point does it stop?

At what point will you stop wanting to give in to him? Your mind rages wars with itself every time you feel his eyes on you, and you have to kill the urge to not turn your head and look at him too. At what point will you stop wanting to go to him and let him in again? At what point will you stop unconsciously making him a priority?

All of this, you supposed, is to say: Do you still love him?

You know that if you sit down and get to the root of it, you’ll find an answer you don’t like. Even in this moment, you want him to tell you just a fraction of the truth, because that would probably be enough to reel you back in.

Your own heart claws at your chest but this is how it has to be for a while. All you can do is take it one day at a time, gently nudge your heart in one direction like a child that needs to be goaded, until he doesn’t live on the forefront of your mind anymore.

Until someone else does.

“No, you’re not.” You stand up then, closing your notebook with more force than necessary. “If you’re really trying, then I wouldn’t still be wondering why I wasn’t enough to make you stay.”

Even then, you’re still hoping that he’d say something else. But when you’re only met with silence, the anticipated disappointment in you bubbles, boiling. His reluctance to clue you in makes it easier for you to decide.

There's someone else who's willing to give you things that you don't even need to ask for.

In your mind, it's clear who you should choose.

Jungkook clenches his teeth, holding his breath as he watches you shove your things into your bag. “Are you going home?” he asks after a minute.

You could say yes and let the conversation die a swift and simple death. But for some reason, you choose to kill it violently. You bite the inside of your cheek before you tell him, “I don’t know. Yoongi’s picking me up.”

The chagrinned look that takes over his features for a split second is one that you immediately catch. Maybe it’s because he wants to make sure you know how he feels about this, or maybe you still have a way of reading him somehow. Regardless of what his face tells you, he doesn’t prod any further.

Your phone vibrates on the table, the sound ten times more thunderous amidst the silence that’s befallen the both of you. You don’t need to check the screen to know who’s calling, and neither does he. When you leave, the sound of your fading footsteps ricochets off the walls. It shoots right through him.

He hears every word of that conversation ringing in his ears then. He recalls that afternoon’s sunset; it was the most beautiful sunset he saw that year, despite the sun overhead mocking him with every magnificent glint of light. He sees the look on your face when his words finally register in your mind, the Oh moment when you understood what he was saying, when the smile you wore sunk helplessly to the floor because even though you knew that love had an expiration date, you hoped your love would be the exception. 

That memory fades, only to be replaced by something much worse. He sits there with Jimin’s words, echoing in his mind, reverberating around the room.

Technically, you and Yoongi haven’t been on a second date. You think.

You’ve seen him almost every night since the dinner, when he picks you up at the studio. Sometimes, you two just drive around. Sometimes, you sit by the river in the cold, eating hot ramen cups and giggling over nothing. Sometimes, he just takes you straight to your home if he has a packed schedule the next day.

These days, you see Yoongi even more than you see Taehyung. Even though he hasn’t explicitly implied that any of these outings is a date, you know you aren’t hanging out as just friends anymore.

It feels good to be wanted. The feeling is reinforced tenfold because it’s been so long that it’s like you’re experiencing it for the first time in a new body, as a different person.

But even after all of that, you two can still go back to being friends like nothing ever happened. Because in a way, maybe nothing did happen. Maybe things have always been like this between you, the only difference is now you’re noticing the meaning behind his words and glances.

You two can still go back, because technically, no line has been crossed.

But tonight, something feels different. It’s colder, but Yoongi keeps you warm with all the looks he’s been giving you all night.

It feels like you’re both toeing that line right now. 

You know that once you cross it, things can’t revert back to the way they were anymore.

You know that it will happen eventually, because Yoongi isn’t doing this just to half-ass it. He won’t back out, and he has made it crystal clear from the start. 

Usually, this is the part where he tells you goodnight and you have to pretend not to freak out when he kisses you on the cheek in goodbye.

He takes a step closer, you take no step back. 

“You know what I’m about to do, right?”

You do. You could say you’re even hopeful.

“I might have an idea…”

“Okay,” he says easily. He takes your waist in his hands and brings you closer. The way the corner of his mouth tugs upward tells you that he’s pleased, that you know what’s about to come and you’re letting it happen. Still, he asks, “Can I?”

You nod. That glowing sensation washes over you in waves.

“Words, princess,” he reminds you. 

Your hands land on the lapel of his coat. “Yes, you can.”

He chuckles, and squeezes you a little tighter. 

Then it happens.

The line you clumsily drew in the sand has been erased.

Yoongi is kissing you.

You’re kissing him back. 

He’s soft and warm and he holds you like you’re delicate. His sincerity, you can feel it in his kiss, and it’s only a fraction of it. Regardless, there is still life that blooms this winter. Inside of you, small and fragile, but it’s there.

You sigh into his mouth, feeling completely limbless if not for him holding your body upright. One of his arms wounds itself tighter around your middle while his other hand tucks your hair behind your ear so he could cup your cheek more easily. Yoongi tilts his head further to one side to deepen the kiss. You feel something in his kiss that you have never heard in his words, something soft and pleading. Wanting but still contained. Out of fear that you might run away, perhaps? You can’t blame him though. You are a bit of a flight risk.

The wind dances past like a nosy bystander, pressing you further into him like it wants you to be more sure in the way you move, in how much of yourself you’re willing to give to him. Instead, the cold just makes you shiver.

When you break away, his hand on your face moves to hold the back of your head. Yoongi doesn’t look half as flushed as you think you do, though his cheeks are slightly rosy.

Through a thin veil of clouds, the moon still shines down on his profile. 

The chill in the air, the mesmerizing view of moonlight dancing across his features, and most of all, the way you’re still lost in the kiss, in the feeling of being wanted.

“C’mon, I’ll walk you up,” he says, after you stay silent for a beat too long, hooded eyes basking in the warmth of a heart chasing your own. You want to want him. You do want him, but there’s still something missing. It doesn’t feel entirely right, but for now, you try not to dwell on it too much. Just let it be. Maybe in time, that void will inevitably fill.

Yoongi holds your hand through the lobby and on the whole way up even if neither of you says anything, just shy glances in the elevator and bashful half-hidden smiles. You don’t invite him in once you get to your door - because an invite now insinuates something that you just aren’t ready for - but he does kiss you again. If the kiss you shared downstairs is a proper goodnight kiss, then this one means see you later and doesn’t last half as long, but it makes you tingle just the same.

He pulls back, only to dive in again, and again, and again, until one chaste kiss turns into five and you have to push him away with a giggle so you can breathe.

“Sorry,” he mumbles, eyes still set on your mouth. “Couldn’t help myself.”

“Yoongi,” you say, a little breathily, like oxygen hasn’t sufficiently made its way into your lungs since downstairs.

He rests his forehead against yours. “You’ve never said my name like that before,” he sighs.

“Like what?”

“Like you want me to kiss you again.”

You tug your bottom lip between your teeth and pretend to consider this even though you know you would like to be kissed again. “Maybe I do,” you say after a beat, bravely. “Just one more.”

He gives you your final kiss of the night then, one that lasts a second longer than the others, like he’s trying to memorize how you taste.

You head in once Yoongi is out of sight. You lean your body against the door the second you snap the lock shut. You touch your lips lightly, reliving those moments again even though they happened mere seconds ago. You’re buzzing with excitement like a schoolgirl, every feeling coursing through your body all at once. 

You’re familiar with this. It’s the stage right before every love song you listen to suddenly reminds you of that one person.

You go through your regular evening routine with a pep in your step, thanks to a certain person tonight. You take off your carefully applied makeup and take a nice, hot shower. You think the heat would help melt away the high that you’re riding - like you’ve had too much coffee to drink and now your senses are beyond heightened - but it doesn’t. Once you’re fresh and comfortable in your PJs, you still feel that jittery feeling seeping through your pores, keeping you awake. There’s a message from Yoongi that tells you he has made it home safely.

It’s still early, and you’re far too restless to go to bed. You decided to brew yourself a mug of chamomile tea, even though you don’t even like chamomile and you can’t remember why you even have it, but they say that apparently chamomile is good for sleep. You decide to take the mug into the living room to sort through your mini mountain of mail that should’ve been dealt with days ago.

Sitting underneath that pile of junk mail and letters addressed to the previous tenant even though you’ve lived here for nearly two years, is a cream-colored card addressed to you. The material feels smooth under your fingertips, like velvet if that’s even possible. Inside, there are two names - one you recognize and another you don’t - typed out in a fancy calligraphy font and encircled by pretty flowers, all pinks and whites and romantic.

The saccharine sensation associated with the thought of Yoongi dissipates instantly. Instead, your mind blanks, only to buzz to life again momentarily with a newfound sinking feeling dragging you down.

You suddenly realize that Jungkook hasn’t crossed your mind once tonight. Not until now. That crestfallen look in his eyes from the other night appears in your mind again, clear as day.

You are, quite literally, holding someone’s declaration of love and yet, it’s not joy that you feel, having been asked to join them on their special day. 

You never thought you would see Jungkook’s family again - even though you always adored his parents and you felt that they loved you too - let alone receive an invitation to his brother’s wedding.

remember when y'all said u wanted a wedding?? well u didn't say whose wedding 😌

— all rights reserved © jeonqkooks. reposting, translating and/or modifying is not permitted by any means. [posted march 27, 2023]

[thrashkink-coven]

Lucifer has been such an incredible presence in my life when it comes to addiction.

I am disabled and suffer from chronic nerve pain and debilitating migraines that cause paralysis and other not so fun things. Most days weed is the only thing that can bring me relief. The painkilling drugs have helped a bit, but weed is the only substance I’ve found that can actually ease the pain almost instantly. Because of that I have become heavily addicted to weed. There’s really no way for me to function without it. Or maybe there is, I wouldn’t know because I have an active addition. I don’t want to stop smoking weed, and unless it’s posing an immediate threat to my health, I probably never will.

I can be completely aware of how heavily I rely on my addiction whilst still being addicted. Weed is medicine for me, but I also know that sometimes I smoke just because, not because I’m in pain or anything, but because I’m just bored. I know that I don’t need to constantly be using weed as medicine to be allowed to just enjoy it, and others in my same situation may not consider it an addiction, but I do and I’m at peace with that. I can confidently say I am addicted to weed.

Lucifer helped me come to terms with the reality of my situation. Everyone is addicted to something, using some kind of substance or drug to cope with this sick fuck of a world we live in. Being addicted is not a moral dilemma, it doesn’t make you a bad person, and being sober doesn’t make you a good person. The problem is not with the reality of needing something, the problem is with letting that indulgence get to the point of causing me real harm.

There have been times when I’ve been being so hard on myself, actively trying to cut back or quit, putting myself through unnecessary nerve pain, and migraines because I feel “bad” about giving into that urge. It makes me feel weak, like I’m not in control of myself, and Lucifer has come to me and been like

“Bro… lmao you’re fine. Smoke a joint and chill out, you deserve it today. This isn’t causing you harm right now, it’s okay. You’re not doing anything bad. Im here to tell you that this is okay.”

And, at the very same time, there have been days when I’ve smoked 5 or 7 a day, scraping the last scraps of weed together to smoke a pathetic bowl from a dirty ass pipe, and Lucifer has come to me and been like

“Bro, it’s time to take a break. Your tongue is caked white from the constant cotton mouth. Your throat is sore and inflamed. You’re dizzy, your eyes are glazed over. You feel dumb. You can’t think. Your smoking is actively giving you an even worse headache. You’re not even getting high any more. It’s time to stop.”

and … I’m so fucking grateful for that. There’s a very human tendency to either be super strict with myself to the point of borderline self harm or not give a fuck and let myself indulge to the point of hurting myself. Lucifer has always been the one to keep me in line respectfully, to say “you can do this thing if it makes you feel good, but I will not let you do it to the point of making you feel bad.”

I love how understanding he is of the human condition. He doesn’t pressure me to be perfect or scold me when I’m doing bad. He just presents the facts the way it is, without judgement or disappointment. Hey, you’re slipping, we need to get it back together. Hey, you’re doing fine, allow yourself to relax for a bit. Life is a balancing act. If we keep in check with ourselves and we’ll be just fine.

Thank you infinitely, Lucifer. I know Im in good hands when Im with you.

[majoryeager104]

anotherrr request >:3

Dabi or Hawks hcs of a user whos taller then them and likes teasing them? >:3

omllll this is awesome

(I feel like Hawks would suffer from this dilemma so much worse then Dabi lmao)

Hawks

Keigo Takami

The finest of the shawties

If his partner is taller than him 

And teased him about it

I think he’d lowkey highkey love it

Bc he’s just a vibe like that yk 😩

He’d play along with a wide grin

And call you freakishly tall in response 

He’d also definitely try to be big spoon during cuddles

But end up being little spoon anyway

But like I said he’d love it 😭

One small thing though

You can’t wear heeled shoes out with  him in public

Boots, platforms, heels, nah

Bc he’s still got a reputation to uphold

Can’t be having you outdo him with them long legs ☝️😌

Buuut

If someone other than you points it out

He gets pouty

It’s like the height difference is an inside joke

Otherwise his feelings get hurt 🙏😭

Bless his soul bc he’s trusts you sm he knows you mean nothing by it but when someone else says it he gets insecure

Dabi

A partner who’s taller than him?

Don’t think so 😤

Boots. 

And you’re not allowed to wear heeled shoes with him either 

Only he gets to do that

And don’t make jokes

He’ll give you the meanest side eye

Hes NOT playing

Unlike Hawks he definitely gets EXTRA self conscious no matter who’s saying it

Like He already has hideous burn scars and staples littering his body 

Don’t remind him that he’s under six feet 😭You’ll make him sad 🙏😭

He’ll absolutely think he’s not good enough don’t tell me otherwise

Like for him it’s ’insult one attribute and the rest might as well be ugly to you too’ 

So I dont think he’d like being teased about it

But if you let him know that you absolutely mean nothing by it

And that you love him and don’t actually care how tall he is

He will roast you into OBLIVION

There is nothing he does better than revenge

And he will enjoy every second 

Will give you new insecurities

But will also immediately cheer you up by saying something to dismiss said insecurities

So it would end up being a petty back and fourth

Till someone cries (and he can’t cry 😌)

Jk

He wouldn’t ever try to make you cry

But he would call you slendermen or something

Like he’d come up with some creative af nicknames to make fun of how tall you are

Bc oh how the turn tables 😌👍

[justallihere]

HI ALLI I LOVE YOU 🖤🖤🖤

OKAY SO THOUGHTS

Liam running to Ridoc, interesting 👀. bUt I thought it was heart breakingly sweet that everyone was holding back Ridoc and Sawyer (Or in Imogen's case, a dagger to the throat but its on brand so ITS OKAY!!! We love her)

The ore felt like a red herring ngl. I was like "where is she going with this" it didn't do "much" in the grand scheme of things but the sense of despair was building. It gave a realistic feel to how outnumbered they truly were.

The reference to Rhi's signet was a knife to the heart, she truly came in clutch in the battle of Basgaith, she was so valuable in so many different ways

Vi asking Drake to take care of Mira felt like foreshadowing, so was it LOL?

Mama sorrengail coming in clutch was great bc i was so tired of the Sage/venin, figuratively jumping for joy when she killed the venin. THATS HER MF BABY!!!

I was reading in my bed, and in the lead up to Vi's decision, i was kicking my feet freaking out bc my prediction came true. I didn't want to say anything yesterday bc it would have been embarrassing if i was wrong

It's so funny bc after IF, i kept thinking it would have been more interesting to have Vi become the venin and not Xaden, the moral dilemma would have been interesting to read for her BUT i digress it didnt happen. I had a feeling you were going to make her become one in SITQ to save everyone she loves (at least i was right about some things in SITQ) but Xaden also joining her was perfect bc theyre bOTH INSANE LOL. This epilogue is going to be crazy

Will/are they going to be able to locate Rhi's body, or is this wishful thinking?

On another note, will there be spin-offs of the other couples/things you wrote but never got to release bc it didnt quite fit for the main plot?

I want to send you a gift basket and homemade cookies, let me know your fav LOL 🖤🖤🖤

HI THERE!!

I wouldn’t read too much into Liam and Ridoc (or do, if you want!) but I didn’t write it intending it to be A Thing, Liam’s just doing his best as always to keep his friends from getting themselves killed 🫡

The ore wasn’t a red herring necessarily, more just a way to show Violet’s desperation. Like of course she wasn’t going to be able to do anything worthwhile with it, but it was still a tool at her disposal and she had to try it, if nothing else, even if everyone was telling her it was stupid and reckless.

The Drake and Violet scene talking about Mira was more of me doing what I’ve been doing for a while, which is giving myself room to write spin offs within this world if I want to! I’ve done it with Sloane/Dain and Aaric/Tessa too so the options are all there if I decide to take it. But it’s not foreshadowing for anything in the epilogue.

The epilogue is short, about 1500 words, and takes place 6 months later. So I don’t want anyone to expect anything crazy plot wise (I’m all plotted out lmao), it’s more just to show that Xaden and Violet are together and happy! You guys may have to fill in some of the gaps with your own imagination 🫶🏻

Xaden and Violet are ride or die in the most literal sense. Absolutely deranged people. I love them.

Rhi’s body isn’t addressed in the epilogue so I’ll answer it here: no, they don’t find her, but they do (off page) still have a memorial for her.

I would love to do spinoffs at some point but my brain is tired right now and I need to take a step back from this world for a second. Hopefully in the future though!

Thank you thank you thank you 🩷🩷🩷

[blessed-velleity]

WHAT'S GOOD CHAT did you miss overblot!yu? no? too bad lmao

i wrote his post-ob flashback monologue 😊🥰 enjoyyyy

(cw: implied s//icide, s//icidal ideation)

~

I’ve spent my whole life trying to please people.

I did everything my sister liked to do. I did everything my parents wanted me to do. I behaved as they wanted me to.

I tried my best to go along with what my friends wanted. I tried to excel in school so that teachers would like me.

Even when I slipped up, I worked twice as hard to become a “good girl” again.

Everyone was happy with that, so I was happy too.

I… was definitely happy, too.

…

Why, then, did I start to hate myself like this?

Maybe it was because I knew that deep inside, that “good girl” was a selfish little boy. 

A black hole of personalities that just wanted to feel good about himself, using other people as a means to an end.

A fraud who didn’t really have any sense of “self,” relying on the perceptions of others.

But what was I supposed to do? How was I supposed to tell anyone about this? Who could I even turn to for this? Who would understand me? Who wouldn’t laugh at me and brush it off as a joke? 

Who would… even care?

…Whatever. It didn’t matter. My “problems” didn’t matter. I didn’t matter. After all, everyone only cared for the “Yuhua” they want to see. 

I was too much of a coward to reveal the “true,” twisted, horrible version of me. The ugliness that I couldn’t even face in the mirror. 

And because of that, I was so, 

so tired. 

…

When I took the easy way out, I thought that would be it. I thought that it would be a grand exit for me. The same way a firework is fleeting, burning in a blaze before vanishing into the night sky.

But it wasn’t over—far from it. I woke up in the coffin, and my journey began anew.

…

It isn’t as if I hate the time I spent here. Even though I was terrified at first, even though I fell back into old habits, I grew to care for this world and the people I met. 

And I came to the horrifying realization that

I want to stay here. 

I want to stay with that person. I want to stay with my friends. 

I want to stay so bad that it hurts.

But… How could I do that to all of you? When I don’t provide anything of substance—when someone else could take my place and nothing would change—when, even in a twisted world, I continue to drag everyone down? 

Even in this second life, I’ve found myself in the same dilemma. 

Like a dancer at a masquerade ball, I’m sure that everyone only “cares” for the version of me I present to them. If I took off this mask, they’d be disgusted by what lies underneath.

I can’t blame them. I didn’t give them much of a choice in what “me”s they got to see. I was still greedy, and thrived on their misguided acceptance until that shallow greed came back to bite me.

…Not for the first time, I… 

I wish that I wasn’t the way I am.

I wish that I could have changed at all.

I wish that I had never been born.

But who would grant my wishes? In the end, I’m just another escapist trying to run away from reality. I’m nothing but a pathetic, miserable phony—

a liar—

and a coward. 

So I hope you don’t mind that I’ll take the coward’s way out again, that I’ll be a nuisance 

just one last time.

[vintagepresley]

Hello!!

Ok, so I have a little uh...dilemma and I was hoping for your impute.

So basically, I love Elvis...(As most people do) but it's like love/crush and whatever, thing is I'm totally fine with it, it helps me get through the day and everything whatever. Only problem is, my friends/family think I've taken it too far, knowing most facts about him, getting frustrated with the new Priscilla movie, he's basically all I listen too I have pictures of him on my wall not too many but enough, and I basically love him to death. It sounds obsessive I know, but some people think it's unhealthy and I don't really know what to do.

Do I like stop loving him? Let him go (It hurts to say this) Do I like give everything about him up? I don't know what to do, because I do love him but it's so hard when everyone thinks it's weird or in the words of one of my ex best friends "You should go to a mental hospital" all these things it's so hard.

So I'm sorry for ranting but I just need a bit of help from someone who feels similarly to me, you know?

Thankyou!!

💗

OKAY ONE.. Do NOT stop loving him because people think it’s weird or that you’re “too obsessed”. Don’t ever let people stop you from liking the things you like. I’m in the same boat as you. Elvis has completely consumed my entire life that he’s sometimes all I talk about, listen to or watch. That’s okay, you know why? Because he makes me happy and he makes my days better. If he does that for you that’s all that matters. If people in your life have an issue with that then that’s their problem. Not yours. I’m sure they all have something or someone they love just as much. Is it unhealthy for us to maybe be this obsessed? Lmao, probably. But I don’t care because without Elvis I don’t know what I’d do.

Let people think it’s weird. Let them say what they want. He makes you happy and no one else has to understand that. But they certainly don’t get to dictate your love for him either.

WE CAN’T QUIT ELVIS AND HE CERTAINLY WOULDN’T WANT US TO. ☺️🩵

[jiminrings]

im still on jungkooks side sorry not sorry. i mean yes he’s the same person who celebrated his old relationship anniversary with his ex and all that yadayada (i wouldn’t even forgive him but that’s something she choose to do and now has to deal with) but what i kind of find hypocritical is how come yoongi has the chance to stay in their life even though she didn’t date him but that’s a person who still had romantic feelings for her and was ready to ask her out and im sorry but i do not believe her when she said she would choose jungkook everytime because she can‘t know that. i mean if someone tries to say yea but he’s nice and helps both of them well so was jungkooks ex? she wasn’t rude or anything so why does he get to be in their life and say these things/do these things that shouldn’t be his job as a FRIEND because that’s the job of the husband/father. i also totally understand that jungkook was afraid the second time telling her what was going on and what not but this just means to me that he truly has no one other than his wife to speak out freely without getting judged by anyone. i mean she has jimin, seokjin and yoongi so why is it that she gets to talk to them about their business and nobody bats an eyelash to that childish of act instead of just ranting to someone that’s NOT someone who had romantic feelings for you and always makes your husband insecure and no not everyone has to work on themselves to get away from those feelings etc bc simply why? yoongi isn’t someone important that’s a coworker of her so why not stop taking to him? i totally understand his insecurities because hello? why do you speak to yoongi about your marriage? what makes you different from his ex who spoke to jungkook in the past? there should be boundaries or he should gtfo. don’t get me wrong im not saying i don’t see jungkooks mistakes but nobody can tell me that she’s selfish simply because she works 24/7 and that with her friends but jungkook takes care of the baby and watches the wall ALONE? wtf lol nah and also what does her enemy have anything to with her? that’s work what if he never becomes this chance again all because he choose to STAY AT HOME ALONE AND WATCH HIS KID instead of doing work for a bit and coming back while feeling accomplished to have done such an amazing body of work? i simply do not care if he works with her enemy because there’s always going to someone you don’t like and you can’t always turn everything down just because that person hurt you. why does she always question his loyalty as if she was any better? plaid into that situation ship with yoongi and jungkook didn’t say shit and now SHE wants to talk about boundaries/loyalty lmao?

sorry went off (im on my period 😂) if you couldn’t tell it’s not me hating on her it’s just me saying that she’s a hypocrite but still loved it you writing is amazing!!! 💚🫶🏻

HEE-HEE DON'T BE SORRY AT ALL BAE!!! phase 3's rlly meant to be a moral dilemma fic jus like how phase 1 went :D YOU'RE RIGHT THOUGH!!!! also exactly :( the very existence of 478yoongi is a double-edged sword (that hurts jk the more that it benefits oc) n he represents the very flawed n maybe complex (?) idea that oc would have a fail-safe if in case it doesn't work out 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ i don't day this to imply that it's NOTTT gonna work out or that oc would cheat or anything, but what i mean is that i agree w u that almost every time, if not always, jk n oc's relationship isn't equal!!! anyway i love ur take n i don't have all the words rn bc my brain is fried from driving all day so i'll elaborate soon !!! mwah do not apologize at all love yew

[gendervapor14]

~ temptation, torment, and tangerines ~

♥ story sample and details below the cut ♥

Sora kept her jaw shut because she was positive no matter what she said, Bell-mère would find a way to use it against her. Instead, she reached into her pockets for her keys. Groped at a half-empty box of cigarettes and a lighter in the right pocket. A folded-up page of one of Rosinante’s stupid boardroom doodles in the other. 

But no keys. Because she wasn’t expecting to go to her office at midnight, and she probably left them on the fucking dresser.

“Don’t tell me.”

Sora lowered her head. Pinched her cigarette between her thumb and index finger. Ran her tongue over her molars. There were boardroom halls around, but she was positive they were all locked by now. Custodians had already swept by and cleaned them for the morning meetings. Tsuru’s office was up another floor, probably open. But that meant having this conversation in front of Tsuru. It’d be a power move if Bell-mère wouldn’t prattle off a list of Sora’s less-than-typical authority measures, and sink her career for good. 

“We have two options.” She decided, straightening her shoulders and meeting Bell-mère’s dubious eye. “We could call this off until tomorrow morning.”

“Or…?”

The cigarette rested between her teeth again. She needed a support system. A feeble attempt. “I think we should call it off until tomorrow morning.”

Bell-mère leaned in. “I’ve got drills tomorrow morning. Unless you’re telling me it’s okay to skip them…?”

Sora didn’t have the mental fortitude to recall Bell-mère’s schedule. Chances were, she was bluffing. She wanted that other option. Just talk. Just talk. Just talk. “Well, then my only other suggestion is taking this to my room, because this isn’t an appropriate conversation to hold in a hallway.”

Bell-mère lit up like a goddamn bonfire. “That so, Commodore? Gonna teach me another lesson…?” She cut the distance between them, tracing a finger under Sora’s jaw. Sora did her best to remain stone-cold and professional. “Filed my nails for ya.”

“You are, unbelievable.”

“Yeah, funny enough, you’re not the only one who’s said that.”

it's everyone's favorite former marine! uh. yeah, rosinante's in this story too, yes, fine. but bell-mere doesn't get nearly enough love!!

in my journey to bring her justice, i've started writing a myriad of stories about her. so first, i bring you this E-rated, bell-mere x fem OC, 4 chaptered little thing. focuses on bell-mere and her time in the navy, and takes place in the 01746 universe, but i think it can be read and enjoyed standalone! i've got some corabelle in the works as well, so keep your eyes peeled!

before i continue, i will reiterate: this piece is rated E, so minors, please do not interact.

title: temptation, torment, and tangerines rating: E category: F/F, F/M content warnings: none! status: complete!, 4 chapters, 23,522 words relationships: bell-mere/original character, rosinante/original character (only at the very tail end of chapter 4) rosinante & oc, bell-mere & rosinante characters: original character (sora), bell-mere, donquixote rosinante, tsuru additional tags: canon plausible, enemies to lovers, but uh it's more enemies to lovers to friends, sexual tension, angst and hurt/comfort, feminist themes, misandry, sora needs therapy, bell-mere does her best, okay here come the porn tags lmao, smut, shower sex, masturbation in shower, wow there's a tag for that, vaginal fingering, inappropriate use of devil fruit powers, rough sex, oral sex, vaginal fisting, gags, wow these two have fun huh, undertones of sorazon throughout the fic, but main pairing is bell-mere and sora, no infidelity this is pre-sorazon, exhibitionism, light masochism, some humor, conflict of interests, moral dilemmas, hate sex, arguing, size difference, referenced domestic abuse, referenced human trafficking summary: “I’m not, we’re not doing anything. I’ll let you go, for now, but you need to get serious. If I hear of any other misdemeanors after this conversation, I will report you.” Bell-mère sauntered towards the door with her hands out in an exaggerated shrug. “You owe me a tangerine, by the way.” Sora scoffed and folded her arms. “You’re supposed to salute your superiors upon entry and exiting.” “I’ll salute ya as soon as I respect ya, toots.”

~ takes place in the 01746 universe, but can be read standalone ~

special thanks to @gali-la for beta reading this demon!! <3

until next time o7

[fishgirl514]

ok. just finished season 3 now im going to ramble:

i was not a huge fan of the fact that the entire season was one really long fight scene in the same location? it got a little boring lol

also a lot of the things that happened just kind of …happened. not a lot of explanation or justification or setting up for logical conclusions.

also i know this iteration of sonic is definitely not the same as other versions of his personality but his unyielding determination to redeem nine when he was literally tearing the universe apart was very odd. like.. sonic wouldn’t do that. he’s never been a guy who’s determined to redeem villains and make friends.

the threat posed by the robots was really inconsistent, esp the big one? ALSO WHEN THE 2 TAILS FUCKING DIED AND EVERYONE JUST MOVED ON ??????? WHAT LMAO.. i know they were alive in the end but still😭

sonic’s whole “my friends!!!!!!!!!!!” thing was so undefined and all over the place. like does he want to save his friends or just nine? because he was being such a pushover with him.

honestly a lot of things were all over the place. dread was moping and refusing to fight and then next scene he’s normal? what does tails even want..? him becoming a power hungry supervillain wasn’t really narratively justified.

for the first 2 seasons there was a bunch of character arcs set up. shadow learns to trust sonic, sonic learns to cooperate with his friends, and he grapples with the concept of having to destroy the new worlds he created to bring back an old one. yeah it’s a complex topic… but if ur going to set up a crazy moral dilemma you have to solve it! instead we got some stupid voltron steven universe bullshit LOL

what happened to the void? and the chaos emerald? WHERE WAS SHADOW IN THE END??? i wanted to know if he lost his memory of everything or not!!!

ghhhhhhhhhh…….. in the end, i still really enjoyed this show. the animation was FANTASTIC and i loved the voice acting and designs and the *concept* the started with. im happy to see that it wasn’t abandoned and im happy that sonic got a netflix series. hopefully this will mean good things for the franchise moving forward but dear GOD they have got to get more subtle with sonic’s character. he’s such a mope it’s making me want to go rewatch sonic x to see him being normal again. this seems really negative and complainy because there was a LOT to discuss but honestly this show still means a lot to me and it helped me through a really dark moment and overall i still think it’s pretty good.

im absolutely going to talk about what i would have done to wrap up all the character arcs in a sort of rewrite thing in another post as soon as i finish thinking it through bc my mind is buzzing.

FUCK ALSO I FORGOT TO SAY THE SONADOW WAS PEAK IM SAD THEY DIDNT GET A CLOSING MOMENT BUT SHADOW CARRYING SONIC BACK WAS MY EVERYTHING AND THE HUG MOMENT WHERE SHADOW DIDNT PUSH OFF LIKE HE DID BEFORE WAS ADORABLE

[star-sim]

oh wise vanya please help me apparently my year of dignity and male-lessness decided to spice things up and now i’m in a Dilemma!

a bit (a lot) of context: so around two and a half years ago there was this guy who liked me and then confessed to me, at the time i liked him a little too but i think it was mainly because i liked the idea of liking someone and someone liking me?? if that makes sense.

so he confessed to me one day and i was like “oh i like you too lol” because i literally did Not know what to do in that situation and then it was lowkey awk because we mutually avoided each other at school 💀 we were really young tho BUT THEN like a month and a half later he was said he didn’t like me anymore (HE SENT THAT OVER TEXT LMFAO…) and i responded with “okay” (i realized that i didn’t really like him at that point too so i was kind of relieved tbh) it wasn’t even a relationship because bffr we didn’t even hold hands so why was bro being all like “let’s break up 😐” like… were we ever even together be honest

it was VERY awkward after that like lmao we wouldn’t even make eye contact but then a few months later we became close friends because we were friends before (idek how atp); then he moved away during the summer because he was going to some boarding school & we still kept in contact up until last summer

he got a girlfriend in may of last year?? and ever since then i’d been VERY distant like i didn’t talk to him at ALL because i have to uphold the girl code… apparently he told his girlfriend about me though and i’ve heard from a mutual friend that she doesn’t like me that much and disliked me even more after she found out that he had a saved folder of me in his photos (that’s on him tho bc wtf 💀 that’s kind of a Red Flag of him)

anyways back to today… i opened my snapchat after 8263872 days of being dormant and apparently he texted me for the first time since JUNE three weeks ago and i unknowingly left him on sent 💀💀

now i could either: a) open his message because honestly i am morbidly curious or b) leave his message to marinate forever and leave him on sent indefinitely

which would be more girlboss because i am done w men irl 😐 send help pls

ASH!!!!

liking someone purely bc you like the idea of liking someone and them liking you back is SO REAL

UGHH he is so middle school boy love.... the "let's break up" over text when the most ygs did was probably look at each other.... pukes

youre such a girl's girl, youre SO realness for not talking to him for the sake of girl code... ugh im sorry controversial opinion it irks me when ppl are angry at their s/o's ex... like u didnt even do anything to her, is it a crime to exist. if anything, she should be mad at HIM??? like who is the one keeping pictures of their ex? not you, so why are you literally the subject of her anger. ever since new years i've been trying to tone down my d1 hater tendencies but ouuuu that makes me to annoyed on your behalf like LEAVE HER ALONE 😡

i say... open the message. see what this bitchass has to say. i'm also kinda curious too. whether or not you respond is up to you, but if youre worried about girl code, i don't see an issue? he's the one doing shady stuff, your entire existence is not tied to him and your actions are independent of him, if that's hard for him or his gf to see then they clearly aren't mature does it kill them to use critical thinking

but if you DO leave him on sent... it would be pretty funny

everyone ditch his ass he deserves no one!!!!!

[catboyfever]

A Gift From The Heart - Rabbit/Tigger Fluff

Hiiii I'm back with another fluffy fic. If you've been reading these up til now I really appreciate it! This is kind of a series now, since I spontaneously decided that earlier this week lmao. I have another story for this planned for Valentines Day :3c. I hope you enjoy! Oh, and this is a bit of a long one ehe.

The morning sun crept its way up the horizon casting its gentle orange and yellow rays over the sleeping inhabitants of the woods. All except Tigger who blinked and glanced at his window as his house began to brighten up. He’d not slept a wink. All night try as he may, he just couldn’t get himself to calm down. All over one single, solitary, yellow rabbit. Ever since the few days he’d spent with him when he was ill, then taking over the role of caretaker for Rabbit he’d been on his mind more than ever before. At first Tigger didn’t know what to make of things. After he’d gotten better he dismissed his “love bug” notion but… as the days passed and Rabbit was occupying so many of his thoughts… he had little else to pin it on. Things wouldn’t have been quite so complicated if it wasn’t Rabbit. Bunny Boy was always so smart and thoughtful… Tigger knew he couldn’t just waltz up to his door and proclaim his love for him. No, it had to be thoughtful and heartfelt with that signature Rabbit tact. The dilemma that kept him awake all night then became… How did he confess? 

Tigger thought through the things that he would enjoy but ultimately every last one came up short. Fireworks was a tempting idea but he didn’t exactly trust himself not to light Rabbit’s garden on fire. Eventually, the one idea that he agreed with himself on was getting him a gift; but this posed a whole new problem. What could he get him? Tigger rolled out of his bed and began to pace around the room. None of the stuff he kept in his house would be any good, Rabbit had practically every gardening tool he could or couldn’t think of… what in the world could he give to him? 

Instead of staying inside and driving himself stir crazy, he decided a bounce would clear his head. Tigger leapt out of his house and landed perfectly on his tail, leaping right back into the air once more until he settled into a quick, bouncy, flouncy rhythm. He headed towards Pooh’s house, admiring the slowly rising sun as birds began to wake and chirp overhead. Tigger meant to stop and knock at the door, but as he approached the door and tried to land on his feet, he tripped and sent himself barreling right into Pooh’s house door. He tumbled forward in a blur of orange and black and smacked right into the bear’s bed, sending the portly Pooh bear right out of his sheets and onto the floor. Pooh cried out in surprise before hitting the floor with a thud, upon which he’d stand up and look down at Tigger who was covered by his blanket. 

“Oh, hello, Tigger.” Pooh said as he studied Tigger’s tail peeking out from his blanket. “I didn’t realize you’d come over for a sleepover! But… it’s a little late for that, don’t you think? Or… a bit early.” 

Tigger kicked the blanket up into the air and tossed it back onto Pooh’s bed. “Nah you got it all wrong, Buddy Bear! I just came to visit and uh… ask a question.” 

Pooh smoothed the blanket back onto his bed, neatly tucking it back into place. “Oh? What do you need to ask me?”  

Tigger’s typically boisterous voice suddenly sounded a lot shakier than usual. “It’s… about Ra-Ra. I’ve been feeling these… lovey dovey fluffy things about him. I wanna tell him how I’ve been feeling but it’s gotta be real special, ya know?” Pooh smiled at him warmly and clapped his hands together. “Oh, that’s wonderful! Well then you should perhaps… get him a present?” 

Tigger nodded. “That’s the plan, Buddy Bear. But I don’t know what to bring ‘im. What do you get someone like ol’ Long Ears?” Pooh tapped his forehead in thought, muttering to himself. “Think, think, think…” Tigger looked at him hopefully before Pooh exclaimed. 

“I know! Why not bring him some honey? I know he’s often running out.” Pooh said. 

Tigger shook his head but smiled appreciatively. “Nahh he’s perfectly capable of getting honey on his own. I wanna get him something he’s never got before!” 

Pooh thought again, but ultimately, he wasn’t able to come up with anything. “Mm… Perhaps it will be easier to think after I’ve had breakfast.” 

Tigger nodded and turned to leave. “Well, thanks anyway, Buddy Bear! I’ll see you later!” Pooh waved to Tigger as he bounced out of his house. He didn’t even close the door before retrieving one of his honeypots from his table. Tigger bounced along the path from Pooh’s house as he thought of who to ask for help next. Eeyore wouldn’t be much help… Owl would put him right to sleep with another long winded story about his relatives… Gopher would probably suggest something explosive which Tigger had already ruled out with the fireworks idea… That left Kanga or Piglet as the last few friends to ask for help. Piglet’s house was closer so Tigger bounced his way towards it. 

Tigger was much more careful this time. He walked the last few steps to Piglet’s house and knocked at the door. Piglet opened the door shortly after and looked up to Tigger. 

“Good morning, Tigger!” Piglet greeted him. 

“Morning there, pig-uh-let! Are you busy?” Tigger asked. 

Piglet shook his head. “N-Not at all! Uh, what do you need?” 

Piglet seemed a bit apprehensive about letting Tigger into his home but Tigger was too preoccupied with his thoughts to notice. Tigger took a seat at his table as Piglet closed the door. Immediately Piglet was curious as Tigger was hardly the bolt of energy he usually was. 

“What’s the matter, Tigger?” Piglet asked. 

“Well… I’ve been having these feelings lately. These lovey dovey fluffy stuffy feelings and it’s all about Rabbit. I want to give him a gift to show him how I feel, but not any old gift will do the trick.” Tigger explained. 

Piglet nodded in understanding and thought to himself. 

“W-w-well, how about something personal?” Piglet asked. 

“Personal? Whatcha mean?” Tigger raised his eyebrows. 

“You know, something from y-your heart that’s feeling all these uh- fluffy lovey feelings. Something that reflects you.” Piglet said. 

Tigger took it literally. “But I’m pretty sure he already has a mirror, pig-uh-let.” 

Piglet stood suddenly and zipped across the room to his closet. He began to rummage around, tossing things every which way until he returned to the table with a strange looking box. It was shiny and green with a hole in the center and some shiny brick set horizontally next to it. There was a thin slot at the bottom of it as well. Tigger studied the unfamiliar contraption, his mind working to guesstimate what each part of it could be used for. 

“So uh… what is this thingymabob anyway?” Tigger asked. 

“It’s a-a camera! Christopher Robin let me have it. You press this button on top…” Piglet said, pressing the shutter on the camera. A bright flash of light filled Tigger’s vision for a moment before a loud whirring sound filled the room. Once Tigger finished rubbing his eyes, a still picture of him slid from the camera. “...and it draws a picture of you right away!” 

Tigger gasped and took the picture from the camera, bringing it closer to his face as he studied the stripes of his fur in the picture. “Why, that’s me! That’s amazing!” Piglet nodded. “If you get a picture of Rabbit and a picture of yourself, maybe you could put it in that locket you have? Th-th-the heart shaped one.” 

Tigger’s tail stood straight up with excitement as he thought about Rabbit’s face when he opened such a gift. 

“That’s a fantastic idea! Can I borrow this… this uh… cammyrah?” Tigger asked. 

Piglet gently set the camera into Tigger’s hands. “Of course! Let me know how it goes.” 

Tigger swept the little piglet up into a tight hug before winding up and leaping out the front door. 

Every last muscle of Tigger’s body was full of energy. Rabbit would love this gift! But as he bounded towards his house he realized that to complete the gift he needed a picture of Rabbit as well. He couldn’t just tell him what he was doing… Tigger stood and turned towards his house, bouncing along the path while hoping that he was out gardening. He always smiled when he tended to his garden and he’d be so focused on working that it would be a perfect time to snap a picture. Just as Tigger hoped, Rabbit was busy tending to his garden. He had his work gloves on, firmly pulling weeds up by the root. As troublesome as weeds were, the act of removing them was quite therapeutic. Something so repetitive with a clear, visual indicator of the progress you’re making tickled Rabbit’s fancy perfectly. He spotted a particularly overgrown weed near one of his carrot patches and gasped. He stormed right up to the dastardly weed. The leafy weed had a thick stem and had a mess of roots even on the surface near the base of its stalk. Rabbit gripped the stem with both hands, tugging as hard as he could before the weed finally relinquished its grip on the soil and the whole network of roots came up with it. 

Rabbit smiled in satisfaction, satisfied with his efforts before a blur of movement passed him by and a flash of white light filled his vision. Rabbit dropped the weed and cried out as he rubbed his eyes with his arms. When his vision returned to him he looked towards the road and saw Tigger’s back slowly disappearing over the horizon. “That Tigger… what is he up to…” Rabbit grumbled while tossing the extra large weed onto the pile. 

Tigger retrieved the picture from the slot, examining it as it developed. Captured perfectly was Rabbit’s sweet sweet smile. One that Tigger saw in his daydreams often. Tigger bounced twice as fast home, excited to get to work preparing his gift. 

Tigger leapt up from the ground up to his front door in one massive bounce and ran inside. He practically tore his house apart looking for his locket. Once he finally found it, he set it on the floor and turned the camera towards himself. He smiled as wide as he could and pressed the shutter, shaking his head after the flash went off. The picture came out perfectly. It was a crystal clear photo of his smile. Tigger rummaged around for a pair of scissors and gingerly cut around his face and Rabbit’s face in the photos into heart shapes to fit into the locket. The pictures were small enough that they fit perfectly. 

Tigger lifted the locket up and studied it. On the left side of the heart was his picture and on the right, the picture of Rabbit. His heart began to pound in his chest. It was a great gift, but now came the hard part’ giving the gift to Rabbit. Tigger closed the locket and clutched it in his hands as he leapt from his front door. He bounced faster than he’d ever felt before, even faster than the time he whipped the whippy cream for Rabbit’s cakes. In no time at all he was back at Rabbit’s house. 

Rabbit had retired to his house after all the weeding. Tigger knocked at his door and waited while his heart pounded into his throat. The door opened and out stepped Rabbit.

“Yes?” Rabbit asked before his eyes fell on Tigger. “Oh, it’s you. What were you up to bouncing past here earlier? I hope you’re not up to anything screwy.” Rabbit said while studying Tigger’s face. 

Only, instead of finding the mischievous grin he expected to find, Tigger looked downright panicked. 

“Tigger? Are you alright? Did something happen?” Rabbit asked, his growing concern evident in his voice. 

Tigger shook his head. “N-No, nothing like that, Bunny Boy.” 

Rabbit sighed in relief. “Then, what’re you making that face for?” He asked as he leaned against the doorway. 

Suddenly, everything that Tigger had thought to rehearse to say in the moment left him. He was just standing there under Rabbit’s gaze, petrified as a stone. Tigger opened his mouth to speak a few times but nothing came out. Instead he simply thrust the hand that held the locket forward towards Rabbit. 

Rabbit’s eyes widened in curiosity as he gingerly slipped the locket from Tigger’s grip. 

“Is this… for me?” Rabbit asked. 

Tigger nodded quickly. “I… I haven’t been able to stop thinkin’ about ya. Ya know since… well the past few weeks we spent lotsa time together and…” Tigger took a deep breath. “You’re all I can think about. I daydream about ya all the time and I couldn’t sleep a wink last night because I was trying to find a way to tell you all this… this fluffy stuffs.” 

Rabbit opened the locket and gasped. A picture of Tigger and a picture of himself set in an adorable heart shaped golden locket. Rabbit knew the locket well. He looked back up to Tigger in disbelief. 

“You’re… giving me this? Your locket. And these pictures how did you-” Rabbit began to say. 

“Christoper Robin gave Piglet a… whatchamacallit. A cammyrah. It takes these pictures in no time at all!” Tigger said. 

Rabbit closed the locket and looked back towards Tigger. This wonderfully thoughtful gift, Tigger’s strangely heartfelt confession… Rabbit’s head was spinning. He recalled the way Tigger was talking and looking at him when he was sick. He thought about how he spent the whole night after that silly whipped cream incident thinking about the moment Tigger licked his nose. 

“I… I…” Rabbit stammered. 

Tigger met his gaze for the first time since he arrived. 

“I… feel the same way about you.” Rabbit finally said. 

Tigger’s eyes teared up and he swept Rabbit off his feet in a tight embrace. He was swept right off his feet, pinned against Tigger’s chest as he squeezed him with all his might. Tigger only let go once Rabbit wheezed and he realized just how firmly he’d hugged him. 

“Oh- jeez, sorry Ra-Ra!!” Tigger exclaimed. 

Once Rabbit caught his breath he brought Tigger inside and closed the door behind him. The pair exchanged nervous glances while the realization of what they’d both said and done dawned on them. 

“So… we’re uhm… ya know.” Tigger said. 

“Yes, I guess we’re… together.” Rabbit said. 

“So, what do we do?” Tigger asked. 

“I’m not sure, I’ve never really had anything like this happen to me before.” Rabbit sighed.  “I uhm… I guess we can kiss?” 

“Kiss? How do you do that?” Tigger asked. 

Rabbit drew closer to him, lifting himself up on his toes. His face grew bright red as his lips neared Tigger’s and his eyes fluttered shut as he felt the tiger’s lips press against his own. The two awkwardly pressed their lips together until eventually, after a few awkward kisses they found their places. Rabbit melted into the first proper kiss they had, resting his hands on Tigger’s chest. 

Once Rabbit drew his head back, Tigger immediately laughed. 

“Wh-What’s so funny?!” Rabbit shouted. 

“Your cheeks are red as a strawbbie, Long Ears.” Tigger chuckled. 

“W-Well it’s warm out and your fur is making me overheat!” Rabbit said before promptly stepping away from Tigger.  

“Aw it’s alright, Ra-Ra! You’re adorabibble like that!” Tigger reassured him as he hopped closer and wrapped his arms around his waist. 

Rabbit turned to face him, ready to launch another rebuttal but for the first time he actually studied Tigger’s eyes. Tigger looked terribly exhausted, his eyes had dark bags under them. 

“Tigger, when you said you didn’t sleep a wink last night. You meant that?” Rabbit asked. 

As if only just now realizing how tired he was, Tigger let out a long yawn. “Oh, yeah… I saw the sun come up and everything today!”” 

“Really Tigger staying up ALL night!? C’mon you’re going to take a nap.” Rabbit said while tugging Tigger along to his bed. 

Tigger was familiar with Rabbit’s bed, but it felt different as he settled into it with Rabbit laying beside him. Tigger lay on his back while Rabbit rested his head on his chest. Rabbit’s body heat radiated onto him, making his eyes grow heavy as Rabbit listened to the deep, satisfied purring rumbling from his chest. 

“Say, Tigger?” Rabbit asked suddenly. 

Tigger snapped awake. “Yeah, Ra-Ra?” 

Rabbit combed his fingers through Tigger’s fur thoughtfully. “Why would you want to… ya know… be together with someone like me?” “Whatcha mean?” 

Rabbit sighed. “You know, I’m not exactly the most fun member of the woods. I’ve been downright nasty to you at times, so it just makes me wonder. Why would someone so fun want to be with boring, old me?” 

Tigger laughed, his chest raising Rabbit’s head as he got his chuckles out. “Ah, Ra-Ra I don’t think of all that. I love you because you’re the most smartest, organized, thoughtful animal in the entire wood! If I had to say anything… I guess you could hop more like bunny rabbits are supposed to.” Tigger said while looking down at Rabbit’s flushed face. 

“Besides, if I wasn’t in love with you before I would be now. I’ve never seen you make this face before.” Tigger said. “I’ve seen ya mad, angry, proud, happy, determined, panicked, thoughtful. I’ve seen ya cry and laugh and shout at the top of your lungs. But, I’ve never seen ya all flustered like this. You look adorable like this.” Tigger finished. 

Rabbit hid his darkening face in Tigger’s chest as the tiger wrapped an arm around Rabbit’s back. 

“I’m gettin’ real tired, Ra-Ra.” Tigger said with a yawn. 

“I am too… This whole situation took a lot out of me.” Rabbit said. 

“Hey, Ra-Ra?” Tigger said. 

“Yes?” “I love you.” “I love you too, Tigger.” The room fell silent as the two drifted to sleep. What had been a bundle of nervous energy was now a tranquil silence only broken by their slow breathing and Tigger’s deep purrs. 

[whalesforhands]

hii nyv!! But i just wanted to share this small thought i got in the middle of the night while rereading ur small “arguments?” post for dyf au!!

(kinda suggestive at the end and small indirect spoilers for dyf’s main story!!)

but like…for more sillier arguments, i have a small, teeny, tiny feeling satoru turns on his infinity just to piss (name) and suguru. A small “argument” about satoru’s sweet-tooth habits? Infinity is turned on!!

Once MC comes back and they have their first silly argument, i feel like, Once it’s turned on, suguru knows almost immediately. MC however, takes some time to realize it.

(mainly because i’m pretty sure satoru only discovers his infinity after star plasma, so, MC wouldn’t know, yet. It just slipped their mind to tell her.)

So whenever it first happens; Suguru shrugs it off, knowing Satoru is just pouty and being a brat, But MC has sympathy and tries to cuddle up to satoru, but is stopped by a few inches. And she’s just so confused, poor girl lmao. She starts wondering and overthinking it has to do with her whole dilemma of her coming back to life, but it really isn’t. Satoru notices it instantly and turns infinity off immediately, just to mess with her.(totally not because he wants to hug her and kiss her face all over, totally not.)

and this can go 1 of 3 ways.

Satoru gets suguru onto it, and they keep messing with her until she A. figures it out by shoko or someone else, or, B. Her overthinking gets to the best of her and they tell her straightforward.

Satoru tells her about it while pampering her in affection, between small, loving kisses around her face, and now she’s also in on it. He probably even uses it when it comes to more…intimate moments, just to see her beg for him to turn it off so she can touch him(or vise versa)

Suguru walks in on the moment, pressing his chest to MCs back and pressing a kiss to her forehead, telling her not to mind their goof of a husband, while holding a bag of candy that satoru has a liking for, and a certain milk that brings all of them back to their school days. Suguru teases satoru by being touchy with MC, until satoru quits being so stubborn and turns off his infinity, whining about how “mean” his two lovers are. (MC still didn’t even know what was going on LMAOO. But they(suguru) tells her later as they’re cuddling in bed.)

this turned out longer than expected…But i hope your break goes well nyv, you deserve it<3 also happy birthday!!! :3c

also, a little correction; the base of the technique ‘Limitless’ is ‘Infinity’, and gojo was shown to already be able to wield this state very early on in hidden inventory arc, lol. so yes mc definitely knows about it, despite your ask lmao

but since you’ve written so much it’s a shame to not show this to others!!!!