#and please do NOT come for me bc of his shoes i know they're bad

[pinkbeanii]

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-green flags & sweet gestures-

Summary: how the boys would give you the royal treatment and how you'd make sure they know they're loved as much as they love you.

Warnings: mentions of food, social anxiety, and showering together (soul's part)

a/n: I love the "princess treatment" hcs, so I wanted to make one for p1h. I say royal treatment bc that just feels more gender neutral for me. Also, this is probably ooc or bad characterization, but everything here is fictional so it isn't a big deal lol.

-keeho-

{giving} drives you everywhere

When he's free, this man is so so insistent about driving you around.

He loves spending time with you, and if he has the time in his busy schedule to be with you, he's gonna take advantage of it.

Even if it means having to deal with rush hour traffic, bad city drivers, or sacrificing sleep for late night rides.

Keeho just loves to be around you, and loves to do things for you. Very much an acts of service lover. He feels good just turning on some background music and listening to you ramble as he keeps his eyes on the road.

{receiving} shoulder & back massages

Please, for the love of everything good in this world, massage his shoulders!

Keeho has so much stress and tension stored in his upper body, mostly neck and shoulders.

If you randomly start massaging those areas he will actually melt, it might hurt a bit at first bc there's so much tension there, but you both can feel the muscles loosen within seconds.

The first time you did it Keeho thought he fell in love with you all over again.

theo

{giving} fixing your clothes

Whether it's tying your shoes, pulling your shirt down if it's riding up, or untangling your accessories, he's on it.

He's pretty observant, definitely notices any outfit, malfunctions or little things before you do. It's also because he is looking at you almost 24/7.

Theo is pretty quick at fixing little issues with your outfit. Half the time you wouldn't even notice till after he's pulling his hands away. He's discreet with any malfunctions and has such a gentle touch.

It gives him an excuse to touch you as well, and he loves being able to help you with the little things.

{receiving} soft flirting

Theo isn't flustered easily, putting up a pretty indifferent face and attitude, which doesn't change much when it comes to you. Ofc he's sweet and shows he loves you, but he's not the most vocal about it

However, the moment you compliment him, he's gone. It's not always obvious, but you can tell by the raised eyebrows and twitch in his lips.

It works the same with pickup lines, specifically cheesy one liners, he will sometimes let out a little giggle if you catch him off guard.

You're never too outwards and aggressive with flirting, neither of you are like that. But soft words and teasing lines are something Theo really likes coming from you.

juing

{giving} good night & good morning texts

It doesn't matter when he goes to sleep or wakes up, this man has your schedule memorized.

Jiung will text you good night and a sweet message around the time he knows you get home from your day.

And get ready for a "good morning sweetheart" text with some encouragement while you're getting ready for your day.

He's so sincere about it too, it's not a chore for him, he genuinely wants to send you little messages to remind you he loves you.

{receiving} surprises & dates

Please please please surprise him with a date! He will have the cutest and biggest smile as soon as you tell him your plan, and it's a gift to see.

It doesn't have to be super fancy or for a special occasion, just plan a little something to do while you spend some time together and he's so happy.

Maybe it's a late night movie marathon with both of your favorite snacks, or a little picnic in the park that you threw together last second. As long as he's with you he'll love it.

It reminds him that he doesn't have to take on every single responsibility, that you care about him and wanna be with him as much as he wants to be with you.

intak

{giving} gentle touches

Intak loves to show affection through touch, pda is his shit {within reason and your boundaries ofc} but he's also so sweet about it.

Loves to hold your hand and play with your fingers, or if his arm is around your waist his thumb will be rubbing little circles on you hip.

It also serves as a good reminder that he's right there next to you, that he's got you no matter what. It's grounding to have him hand gently squeeze yours periodically.

He thinks of you as something precious, he knows you're not breakable yet he still treats you with so much care.

{receiving} sharing foods

You know the saying "the way to a man's heart is through his stomach"? This is basically that, except you don't have to be the one making the food or anything like that.

If you just share a bite of what you ordered, a snack that you so happen to have, or a sip of your fancy cafe drink, he is so grateful.

Even if it's new to him, if you like it he'll try it if you're offering. And if you're the one feeding it to him he will get so giddy and giggly.

He thinks it's so romantic to share food, and also feels like it shows how well you take care of each other. He definitely shares his food too!

soul

{giving} little gifts

He is a trinket connoisseur and collector, so he definitely has a good eye for little gifts, especially if they are for you.

It isn't always silly, a large number of his gifts to you are sentimental. But the silly ones are just as sweet. But he basically always has you on his mind and it shows.

It could be as simple as "it reminded me of you!" to "I remembered that you said you still needed this version, and I thought I'd grab it!" or "This is from where we first met, maybe we should collect things from all the important dates we've had?"

Soul is almost kinda like a crow, he will find something shiny and cute and bring it back to you as a way of showing affection.

{receiving} washing his hair

Y'all have seen that video of Soul walking through the hallway with the dramatic he turns, and how frizzy and puffy his hair is? Yeah, that's what happens a lot of the time if you aren't washing his hair.

Not only does it help the look and health of his hair, he finds it so relaxing when your hands are in his hair, gently working the products into the strands.

Whether it's you showering together or him laying in the bath with you kneeling to the side, it's a sweet experience. One you both treasure.

Also, if you just wanna play with his hair, stick it straight up when it's all soapy or make it into fun shapes, he's so down. Very laid back and cool with whatever you want, just as long as your hands are in his hair.

jongseob

{giving} ordering for you

It doesn't matter if you have anxiety about ordering/talking to strangers or not, he's ordering for you. Not because he thinks you can't, if you really wanna you can, but because he wants you to be relaxed and not have to lift a finger.

It's not even a big deal at this point, y'all will walk into a restaurant and he can rattle off your order in a heartbeat. Seobie memorized stuff pretty fast, and when it comes to you it stays firmly in his head. You're important to him, ofc he remembers everything about you.

And if you are going to a new place and are having trouble deciding what to get, just look at him. Once he knows what he wants, he's looking for stuff he thinks you'd like.

It's a show of care for him, remembering the little things and making sure his lover doesn't have to do any extra work.

{receiving} sharing clothes/accessories

Doesn't matter what size you are, if your sizes are bigger or smaller than his, you're sharing. Either clothes or accessories, or both.

It's an unwritten promise to each other, what's mine is yours. You guys haven't ever really addressed it either, just asking where something is or if you're planning to wear something the other wants that day.

It's a natural thing, and it honestly feeds into the small possessive part of you. Almost like you're staking a claim, but more in a "we belong to each other" type of way

He loves it bc it reminds him of you. Jongseob gets especially happy when your scent lingers on the soft fabric of what was originally his shirt.

[kooahae]

After Last Night: Work Visit

Read the previous drabble here.

Read the next drabble here.

Summary : something seems up with Jungkook so you go to his job to cheer him up.

Pairing: best friends to lovers, Jungkook X female reader 

Warnings: Fluff, Smut, Big d!ck koo, oral (m.receiving) use of good girl bc well that’s what he called her the first time, office Jk is hot to me- he’s still a simp, cursing, swallowing, deep throating, they're down bad for each other as always <3

Word count:  2.5K

A/N: Before we get a little angst we have this and one more fluff drabble coming out hopefully this week- if not I’ll do my best to lyk when. School is kicking my ass but yeah me and my angsty babies will have our moment. I promise. As always thanks for reading 🩵

Minors DNI

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Today has been so long! Jungkook is beyond exhausted. He didn’t really want to be in the office at all today on top of it. He’s gotten used to working only 2 days in the office, and three at home due to his routine. The thought alone of his routine being disturbed pissed him off. Plus, He has been in serious work mode all week. He hasn’t even been able to just cuddle on the couch. You’ve been asleep the last 2 nights when he got home as well. You cuddle up to him like usual when he climbs into bed but damn, he’d do anything to just have a lazy day and not be in a rush to get up. 

Apparently, his employees can’t follow simple directions. He’s been stuck reprogramming a new app for what seems like forever. He swears if it didn’t pay the bills, and If he wasn’t so good at it- He’d find something else to occupy his time. He wishes he got paid for all the times you cross his mind, that would be a lot better than being here -and he’d be filthy rich! 

As Jungkook reaches into his pocket for his phone to call you, someone else rips his chance from him. 

You have got to be fucking kidding. 

“Oh, um..Mr. Jeon I just wanted to ask is it okay if I leave early today?” His assistant asks him. 

Jungkook has never been someone who was extremely strict. He knows he’s younger than most of the people working for him and he’s been cool about a lot of things because of that. However, that does not mean they can walk all over him. They take time away from you when they don’t do their job and also add more problems than solutions lately. He’s simply fed up. 

“Go into the meeting room and call everyone there please Duri.” He asks nicely, even though he doesn’t know why he keeps being so kind about it. 

“Oh…okay sir. Will do. But i-“

Jungkook really doesn’t care. He’s not trying to be mean but today has been a shit show. Things could be going better than this. That’s all he’s hoping for. 

“Duri…tell them they have thirty minutes. That means you too.” He points to the door, sitting his feet up on his desk. 

His assistant stares blankly, so Jungkook squints, points again and tilts his head. 

“By the time you’re done looking at me…There will be zero minutes.” He exhales placing his hands behind his head, as he watches Duri run out.

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Today you’ve decided to bring Jungkook lunch, he seemed so sluggish this morning. He gave you your good morning kisses but you can tell something is up. He didn’t even remember his banana milk. You’ve seen him do a lot of unusual things, but this weirdly enough takes the cake. The last time you even remember him acting like this, was when he swore he bombed an exam -He got the top score in his class, but that’s not the point. Jungkook genuinely only acts like this when there’s more work than he wants to do, or he feels burnt out. You know him the same way you know yourself, if not better. You have been thinking about him heavily today as well. You both could use a day off after this week, but life isn’t always that kind, you’ll just have to make do with your idea today. 

You get dressed in a shirt of his since he likes you in them so much, a cute skirt and some shoes.  Food and banana milk in tow, making sure you feed Bam on the way out. 

Once you arrive you can hear him giving what may be a motivational speech in the conference room. Jungkook is so cool in your eyes. He has his own business at 23, which he started two years ago. His gym side-venture is thriving. You’re almost there with him but not quite yet, starting your own media company is in the works though, and it’s nice to have his support. It still amazes you how Jungkook can make his mind so quickly with business decisions. He’s really intelligent- that’s exactly what you love about him. 

You realize you’ve been just standing in the entryway like a creep daydreaming about your boyfriend so you continue to walk forward and get closer to the door. 

“Can someone explain to me why everyone thinks they can just leave early while I reprogram everything? “

Oh. That’s why he’s so tired. 

You take note that no one responded, so there’s no reason he should have been left to do everything. He’s absolutely right. Your poor baby. you know how much of a perfectionist he is as well. He deserves some rest too though.  You decide to keep listening. 

“We’re supposed to be a team so I treat you fairly but this isn’t fair…I have someone waiting at home for me too.” He says. 

That person is you- and that makes your heart do backflips, the butterflies in your tummy rise, and a smile creep upon your face. You now know why he’s been so out of it lately. He’s doing a lot of hard work, barely gets as much time home as his employees and he just misses spending time with you. You’ll definitely visit work more when he can’t be at home with you if it makes him feel better.  You miss him too whenever you’re separated. It’s really refreshing to know he feels the same. 

As for Jungkook. His heart is kind of heavy. He knows it hasn’t been that long but he’s really been stressed out lately, the past two weeks at work have been hell and he feels like he can’t catch a break. He just needs to be with you, somewhere he can relax. With someone who is his comfort place. 

“Starting today we all do our delegated parts. I do mine. You do yours. We talk to each other about things beforehand that could affect other people’s schedules. Understood?” He asks. You can tell he doesn’t want to be that guy, but he also knows he’s been too nice until now. 

“If you do your part I don’t care what you do afterward if you wanna go home so be it. But finish your task.” 

He looks so withdrawn and tired. Watching everyone give him a head nod, you decide to just go sit in his office while he dismisses everyone. 

He walks in completely irritated and immediately starts patting for his phone but then looks up to see you. Sitting on the loveseat in his office. Smiling and waving hello to him. The sun from the window lightly shines on you. You look like what you are- his angel. 

“Hi, handsome!” You stand up and walk towards him. 

“You’re really here? Like I’m not going crazy because I missed you?” He says waving his hand in his own face. 

He’s always so silly. You hug his waist. Your face in his chest. He immediately hugs back. He doesn’t know how you knew he needed you, but he doesn’t care. He just appreciates the fact that you always show up for him. You always have. 

“No, but you’re checking your hand silly to make sure you’re real. Instead, you should be kissing me to make sure I’m real…” you say peaking your head up and poking your lips out. 

“You’re so cute. “ He says leaning down to kiss you. Cupping your face in his hand. Lips smacking gently against yours. His kisses are so soft and feel divine. 

“I’m. sorry. I’m. not. home. “ he says a kiss between every word. 

You pull away and look up at him he’s still holding your face so you place a hand on his forearm.

“Don’t apologize for working. I’m glad you stood up for yourself and I’m even happier to be here with you.” You say and lean back in for another kiss. 

“How am I so lucky?” He says as you both finally pull away. 

“Makes two of us! I brought you lunch and even brought my laptop too.…”

Jungkook sits in his office chair and you climb on his lap. Straddling him. 

He immediately reaches for the remote that closes the blinds. Not that anyone can see his office from where they sit but just in case they thought of approaching him. 

You wrap your arms around his neck. 

“If you’re gonna be bored and have to be here, let’s be bored and overworked, responsible people together…” You say leaving a kiss on his neck. 

“…I can rub your shoulders while you code. You can fill me in on everything I missed this week.” 

He hisses at the sensation of your neck kisses. Hands running up and down your sides. 

“I really missed you.” He says and puts a finger on your chin to tilt your head to his. Kissing you yet again. 

Then he continues. “Don’t want to work, just want to be with you” He’s always pouting, so you do what anyone would do in your situation-Pull his bottom lip in, and suck on it gently then let it go with a pop. 

That’s when an idea pops into your head. 

Jungkook’s office is spacious, and you can tell he needs to decompress, so maybe you’ll …

“Don’t work then, let me do it.” You say and push the chair back a little bit so you can stand up. 

Jungkook raises an eyebrow, “ Aren’t you supposed to do your work?”

“I will.” You say and he looks up at you. Standing in front of him with your head tilted- fucking cute, he also takes note of how you made sure to wear his shirt. 

“Baby you don’t really like coding… I tried teaching you before unless it’s a blog or something-“ you interrupt him. 

You place your hands on his thighs, hovering, still standing, and kissing him. 

“If I do a good job on it, we go home.” You state matter of factly. Almost like you’re making a deal, that you know you’ve won. 

He chuckles “Who’s work mine or yours?”

“Mmm it’s my task but…” Jungkook watches as your fingers dance closer to his crotch.  

“You’re the work.” You finish your statement dropping to your knees. 

You love the way he looks at you from above. Biting his lip and tilting his head slightly. 

Jungkook raises his hips so you can unfasten the button on his trousers.

“Gotta be quiet princess-oh shitt.” 

Jungkook’s head falls back as your hand strokes up and down his length. He knew he was the task- but if you’re about to suck him off here, his work day has had the best turn of events possible. 

“I’m gonna make you feel good, okay?” he nods breathlessly, It’s interesting how you both have the same effect on each other. 

“Don’t you always.” He says rolling his head forward to watch you. His mouth is drawn out into an ‘O’ shape, You know how much eye contact turns him on and you haven’t broken it yet. He looks fucked out and you’ve barely done anything. 

You spit on his dick and move your hands up, your pumps are perfect and have him bring his lip more and more at the sensation. 

“Babygirl, I think that’s enough teasing.”

You shake your head no and look up at him through your lashes. 

“How can you look at me like that knowing I’ll rip your clothes to shreds if -Fuck.”  You don’t mean to interrupt him. You promise. You just really notice all the precum oozing from his tip and can’t help but put your mouth on it. Sucking on the head of his dick like the good girl you’ve shown him you can be. He deserves it though

If you kept teasing him, you knew he would edge you non-stop later as well - and you’re already soaking through your panties. 

As you look up at Jungkook once more, you slide his entire length in your mouth at once, His shoulders relax and his hand comes to your hair and moves it out of your face. 

He has a thing for visuals, you happen to be his favorite.  

You rest at the base and keep your eyes on him as you bob up and down. Jungkook is massive, He’s really impressed that you can take him the way you do, and suck him so effortlessly. All of it makes him hard whenever he thinks about it. This is going to be engraved in his brain forever. 

You finally lift up and Jungkook watches the drool from your lips that’s attached to his cock as well. 

You moan at the sight of how red, swollen, and slobbery you have his dick, before going back in for more. 

Jungkook’s moans have been turning you on, he sounds so good and it’s making you never want to stop as you suck the soul out of him. 

You start to moan too, rubbing your thighs together for friction.  He just looks so fucking good!  You could cum from the visual in front of you as well

“Look at you sucking my dick like a good girl, so fucking pretty!” He says gripping your hair up more so he can enjoy his view. 

You go all the way down once more, then tighten your lips as you come back to the head of his dick, moaning so he feels the vibrations go down his shaft. 

“Just like that baby.” He says encouraging you. 

You continue deep throating him, watching his knees get weaker even though he’s in the chair, he looks like he’s barely holding on. Fully concentrating on the way he looks at you with lusty eyes but can’t contain his moans. 

Your hand starts palming his balls as you feel him deep in your throat. 

“Fuck baby girl, I’m gonna cum soon- oh my fucking god!” He’s trying his best to be quiet. You really hope his coworkers can’t hear him, but a part of you doesn’t care as long as he feels better. 

Jungkook is close and you nonverbally ask him with the look you give him for confirmation, just to double-check. He’s panting and can barely answer you. 

“Y-ye-yes baby.” He finally manages to muster out. 

You swirl your tongue up and down as you continue deep-throating him. It’s all so sloppy and messy. Your eyes are a little watery too, but you won’t stop until you swallow every last drop. 

“Fuck fuck fuck.” His chants and breathing are erratic which means…

Jungkook pushes your head all the way down and bites his lip, looking at you as he cums all down your throat. It’s so warm and thick. You moan and feel his hand slip from your hair to your neck as he pushes himself further one more time.

He pulls all the way out and you gasp but stick your tongue out to show him you’ve swallowed every last drop. 

You rise to your feet and sit on his desk, but he stands all the way up and towers over you. Lips brush across yours before he leans into your neck and leaves a kiss right below your ear lobe. 

“I’d love to bend you over here but let’s go home. I want to hear you scream.”

 You don’t have to be told twice! 

So back home you go- the both of you. 

Taglist : @joyfulwobblerhoagieegg @diorh0seokie @jennafromhome @taesungx @kimber-kook @whoa-jo @kaiparkerwifes @yoonglesbby07 @bangtansoneyondanfan

[bunnyluvs-blog]

The 1 (Bangchan x reader)

Heavy angst ‼️‼️ lots of tears, asshole! Bangchan

I made this bc of my own relationship issues so I know it's a lil iffy but please enjoy

Hurt. Tears. A shadow. Thats what you were reduced to at this point. Your boyfriend Bangchan whos a one of a kind idol, who used to come home every night, kiss you good morning, play with your hair when you were having a bad day. The one who always took such good care of you. The one who you truly thought could never hurt you. He promised he would never hurt you. So why were you a mess, on the couch of your shared apartment. Most nights you wouldn't even stay up to wait for Bangchan to come home. You knew his job was hard but now these days it seemed loving you was twice as hard. You just sat there the clock reaching 4am. No call no text no nothing from him all day. You sent him good morning text and all you would get was read popped up under your text. You weren't even worth responding too. You couldn't stop the tears from falling at this point. You tried so hard to defend him to yourself. That he has a life outside of you but at this point you werent in his life at all.

You passed out on a couch. Now it was 9am, your body didn't really let you sleep after your tear fest last night. You looked around the apartment. A cup next to the sink, the bed sheets messed up, and his clothes in a corner of the bedroom. He was home. And he didn't even notice you were gone. He didn't miss your warmth or cuddles or light kisses on his face. He didn't miss you like you had so badly missed him. You couldn't ruin yourself anymore, you couldn't do this, all the restless nights hoping he's eating and taking care of himself. And he couldn't even care if you were home or not. You had given 2 whole years of your life to this man, what a waste. You text him a whole essay on how you felt ending it with the words "Lets break up" and you sent it. You were shaking. Even if you wanted what was best for you you still loved him. He wasn't a bad man but he just wasn't your man anymore. You tried everything you could to get your mind off of it. Putting your phone on do not disturb and mindlessly watching stranger things all the way through.

You've set up your bed for the night on the couch and your stuffed animals to keep you semi happy. That's when he came home. The man who didn't even check his phone today. The one who didn't even read your message of you pouring your heart out. "Hey babe, w-whats all of this? It isn't movie night is it?" He says, confused. The first words you've gotten in weeks, real words, not an im sorry or I love you or something fucking cheesy like all your friends tell you their boyfriends do. "Oh I'm just sleeping out here tonight until I can find a place to move too.." you said, Chan raised an eyebrow. "Move too? What are you talking about" It hit you, it hit you like a fucking brick. He didn't even check his phone. "Check your phone" that's all you said before you put on some shoes, grabbed your phone and wallet and left. He didn't even go after you. Not that you were expecting him to but a small bit of you hoped he did. You just walked. Your normal route you did when you wanted some air in the middle of the day. The world looks so different at night. You've never really seen it before before now. Nights became a blur, maybe you could learn to like them more.

You heard panting along with your name, it was Chan. A baseball cap, black shirt, and sweats. "Y/n love please i head no idea you were feeling this way" he panted trying to catch his breath. "Look this comeback has just been twice as hard as anything else we've done and they're just asking more of me and I know that isn't an excuse but I would never truly try to ignore you, i love you baby I really do, please dont leave me I can't live without you, i know I'm a shitty boyfriend and I know I'm not giving you what you need but please, let me change, for us" he was begging, pleading. He wanted to change, and if people set their mind to something they can do anything right? Truth is you really didn't want to let him go. "Promise to never hurt me again..?" You asked, voice shaky, your holding back your own tears from falling. He nodded and let out a soft please before you hugged him, just sobbing into his shirt. He took you home and tucked you into bed after a shower and some medicine from the headache you got after sobbing.

It's been 2 months since then. And things have been going ok..ish. Things were perfect for a month. Until he fell back into the same habit. With no comeback to plan for at the moment you couldn't help but be confused on why this was happening again. You prayed and prayed that he would change and pull though, and you really though tonight would be the night. It was your 3 year anniversary. You couldn't be more excited. You got a new black dress and pretty earring that he bought you for your birthday a year ago. You guys had dinner planned at a restaurant you both wanted to try. Dinner was at 8 and you were ready at 6:30. You felt so pretty. You knew you were pretty. You walked into the restaurant around 7:30. You watching the couples smile and enjoy eachother before the staff sat you. You waited for a bit then until 8 hit the clock. You played with the end of your dress. You ordered a semi cheap wine for you and Chan. 30 minutes, 1 hour, 2 hours, 2 hours and 30 minutes later you gave up.

You called an Uber to take you home, walking up the steps to your apartment. Opening the door, putting down your keys and kicking off your heels. You hear the tv on and your heart drops. He was home. You looked around to see if there was any sign of a happy anniversary or a gift or something that would make you feel like he still cared. He must have heard the keys and a few sniffles because he was facing you. "Oh hi honey? Woah hey why are you crying? Where have you been? What happened" he got up walking over to you trying to give you a hug when you moved away from him. He looked at you confused. "Do you even know what day it is today Chris?" He pulled out his phone to see June 28th. The same date you two made it official. Oh how everything seemed so perfect back then. You could remember it like yesterday. Small talk, the big question, the giggles and cuddles, how happy you felt. It was all gone now.

"Love I promise I just forgot I'm sorry I'm such an idiot" he said grabbing your hands. Looking at you with those big brown eyes, how you could get lost in them. "It wont happen again" that's when you broke, you were tired of giving him chances to redeem himself. "Your right it won't, because we're over" He froze, mouth slightly opened "You clearly dont care about me anymore Chris and I can't go on pretending like you do to make myself feel better" You sighed and walked past hime, going to pack a bag. "Wait wait hun lets talk about this" he said going after you. "We have, we have at least every 6 months and nothing changes, im tired of being last place in your heart" you angrily said shoving whatever you felt was right into your bag. "I wish I was what you wanted" you said before leaving. You couldn't face him. You didnt want you. You know yourself better then this. You knew if your friend was dating someone like Chris you would tell them to break up and they can do so much better. It was time for you to do better for yourself for once.

[yukipri]

The Bad Batch Season 2 - Mid-Season Eps 7 & 8 Spoilers & Thoughts

Ranted it out on twitter last night and forgot to share here.

LOT of thoughts this time

Major Spoilers beneath cut!

Really trully phenomenal writing, so much more than I expected to be said so explicitly. Open discussion of clones' rights, their futures, their lack of personhood under both the Republic and the Empire, even the threat of decommissioning.

What we always knew, what we wanted explicitly addressed in mainstream canon, stated by the clones themselves. Truly ecstatic about these episodes.

Absolutely loved the confirmation that yes, this is what Rex has been doing all along. We saw it implied with Gregor in S1, but it's so good to see it clearly stated, and to see him in action. It makes me hope he got Cody out too.

It also made me crave a show dedicated entirely to this fight. I once again understand and am okay with the TBB centering solely around the Batch. But it's hard not to be anxious knowing what all the other clones are facing. Which makes me understand Echo even more.

Echo's decision. I knew it would come to a boiling point, trusted it would. I'd hoped that Echo would convince Hunter + co to care, but they have their own priorities. I love Echo more bc he decided he couldn't walk away.

He said that his place was with the Batch, and I like to think that he found some kind of home with them. But unlike the rest of them, he sees the rest of the clones as his brothers too. I hope this isn't the last we see of him, but I know he is loved and respected with Rex.

These episodes were a wealth of nostalgic locations, and seeing each one caused such a beautiful ache. I love all the lush new planets explored in the other episodes, but Coruscant felt like coming home.

The specific locations: 79s, the Senate building, Riyo's room that looks so much liked Padmé's, the Martez sisters' place, the clone memorial, the lower levels, even the star destroyer, the stunning of the troops specifically evoking S7's finale. Everything the same but different.

We didn't get to see all of these places with the new graphics, bc TCW S7 only had 4 arcs and TBB S1 covered a lot of newer locations. But gosh what a treat. It was all so beautiful, both aesthetically and metaphorically. Defs need to rewatch so many times to truly appreciate.

Rampart's fall surprised me, bc I did feel he's the lone Big Bad of the show so far, the true embodiment of anti-clone. He's done a lot of unforgivable things and having Palps lock him up isn't satisfying, even if it was surprising. I unfortunately doubt that's the last we've seen of him, though who knows. I admittedly don't care too much either way, but if he's gone, it'll be interesting to see who steps into the next "main antag" shoes, bc I doubt it's Palps himself.

IAN MCDIARMID.

TRULY THE KING.

(or should I say, Emperor)

RIYO.

I'm so glad to see her again

(also, apparently I've been saying her first name wrong all this time??? Am I the only one who's been saying Ree-yo when it apparently shoulda been Rai-yo?)

Rex had his tiddies uncovered the whole time and I was so concerned he'd get shot. i mean he's the only chara guaranteed to live, and I'm also glad he's got a better disguise, but dear please wear some protection

(but yeah ngl it's nice that we got to see him armorless with the beefier new model. I am still remembering TCW Saleucami and thinking my gosh this man is a STICK he is STARVED they ALL ARE. I am always for adding more beef to clones.)

Really curious where they're going with the chips brainwashing the clones. Both Rex and Wrecker appeared conscious of the whole time they were under, trying and unable to stop and remembering it afterwards.

Yet other clones seem to be gradually "waking up," even though many of them likely should have been equally horrified at the moment O66 went live. Rex and the Batch aren't exceptions being Good Guys, the vast majority of the clones are extremely loyal and honorable.

Makes me wonder if after an extended time under the chip's control, that feeling of wrongness/fighting against it fades, until it seems the new ordinary? But then the more time passes, the Order weakens, and they're able to feel more discrepancies, hence the desertions?

The clone assassin definitely seemed super "under" an Order, extremely Off and not himself, like what I'd imagine a freshly O66 clone to be like. Which makes me further curious that Rampart had him (and presumably more like him) under his control. We'll have to see!

But yeah, to conclude: Cody didn't die! (didn't show up!) Named clones I cared about too much in the few minutes we had them DID die and I am still sad but, it could have been worse.

Also huh, not even a glimpse of Crosshair? (feeling a wee bit bad for his fans, that out of the first 8 eps, he's only in one of them...hopefully the next one will be about him ^ ^; )

[cringelordofchaos]

(for"sendacharacterandilllist"askgame) DREWWWWWWWWWWWWW

YAYYAYAYAYAYA SOMEONE ASKED ME

ok so drew !!!

favorite thing about them

everything. But if I had to choose then maybe his attachment issues or those little spiky strane of hair above one of his ears

least favorite thing about them

just the fact that his backstory is not revealed yet. Like I hope the whole "he has family issues and feels detached from them making him have a complicated and toxic view kn relationships as well as attachment issues" headcanon ks revealed to be canon otherwise, if he's acting the way he is just bc he does, then he makes for a pretty boring character no matter how "realistic" it would be (which it kinda wouldn't but whatever that's a separate discussion). so yeah like the lack of traits rather than the traits themselves ig. Though rosyclozy said season 2 is druffering 2 so I am EXCITED

brOTP

dria. draisy. dracy. idfk which I should pick. endless possibilities. and they all parallel each other in one way or another and I fucking love them platonically but I'm not interested in them romantically if I'm gonna be honest. they'd all fix him

OTP

this is so unfathomably predictive and obvious of me but Drake/PlumPeach like come on a) I relate to Drew's "I'm in love with my best friend but they can't know and they're in love with someone else" situation heavily,there are endless analyses to be made and written, endless fic potential, SO MANY songs about breakups that just Fit Them, they make each other worse and also interesting characters. Someone once called me an abuse apologist that should never date anyone because I shipped them? LMAO. that was like 3/2 years ago though. without drake drew just like... wouldnt have character. Which says a lot. Second OTP is HOT TAKE droey. I made a whole fucking post abt them please don't @ me o can explain themselves - also droey angst. Also they're complicated af as well. But they are also pretty annoying so I'm not sure lmao. Dria rules too but prefer it platonic

nOTP

Idk drelliot .?? It's so unfathomably cliche and stereotypical toxic yaoi material and I hate it but I also think it's funny so idk I don't really have notps unless it's siblings or bad age gaps cuz they make me uncomfortable

random headcanon

do I have to share only one? I want more so I'll do more. I think he's Filipino, he had one of those glow in the dark shoes in elementary school and flexed them HARD, he has major depressive disorder and maybe borderline personality disorder, he hyperfixates on video games, listens to mostly emo rap, spends most of his time inside during summer, gets a new iphone every year, cyberbullies little kids on roblox, also still plays roblox, gets expensive watches just to flex and also bc he measures his worth by wealth his parents give him bc that's the only love they show him LMAO, and thinks furries and weebs are cringe, and also i love him

unpopular opinion

he actually loved/loves zoey

song I associate with them

ok how about I drop my whole playlist for them instead

Alex G - Nintendo 64

Amy Winehouse - Back To Black

Annika Bennett - Boy Who Has Everything

Billie Eilish - Wish U Were Gay

BoyWithUke - Toxic

Conan Gray - Heather

DoshVO - Dear Jake

DoshVO - Do You Wanna Bully Hailey?

DoshVO - Like a Six "Zoey Diss"

DoshVO - Move Along

ElyOtto - SugarCrash!

Fran Vasilić - eyes blue or brown can't remember

5 Seconds Of Summer - Teeth

Gotye - Somebody That I Used To Know

Jack Stauber - Cupid

Kaden Mackay - Don't You Dare (Make Me Fall In Love With You)

Kali Uchis - Just A Stranger

Laufey - From The Start

Laufey - Promise

Laufey - Second Best

Liana Flores - papercut

Mitski - Old Friend

Olivia Rodrigo - drivers license

Olivia Rodrigo - traitor

Olivia Rodrigo - vampire

Regina Spektor - Two Birds On A Wire

Rex Orange County - Best Friend

Rex Orange County - Sunflower

Rex Orange County - Television / So Far So Good

Steven Universe - It's Over Isn't It

The Front Bottoms - Be Nice To Me

The Vaccines - Heartbreak Kid

The Walters - I Love You So

...wow. I really thought I had more - whatever, more to be added w time, dw

Also the song "you better move on" I have no idea who made it ???????? I just listened to the cover by Frank Wattkinson lmao

favorite picture of them

ooof this one's heard. I mean hard. shut up

ok ok so I like this one .

cuz he's just done with him. looks angry but probably suppressing his years so fucking much. leaving Jake behind after such struggle and effort to keep him... dam (and it also shows their height difference lmfao)

Or one of these !!

Another ones from the finale, he's just laughing and smiling from the sheer pain he's in and the utter irony that is his friendship with Jake and he's so hurt but he's probably doing this to keep himself from crying but he's also probably just laughing at how pathetic he is for trusting Jake or believing that they really had something when it all turned out to be a huge lie and he just can't believe in himself or anyone anymore

ahahaha

this one's just him being jelly like eurgj. 😠😒

this one's a funny reaction image concept

and I also love this one cuz like, first of all lol at his eyebags he's either been crying or not getting any sleep or BOTH, he'd also in a call with Zoey trying to get him back and he's just looking at the side like he's mad at her and he's hurt by her but he also looks like he's trying so hard to resist idk how to explain it man he can't deal with her but he can't deal without her yknow what I mean

Thank you for asking !!!!!!

[ipatrichor]

I FULLY FORGOT ABOUT THIS ty for the reminder skjbhf :') i'll put the snippets under a cut bc they get long and i also include elaboration & discussion for each au ^^

fae au: ace and sabo's first meeting. they are like cats sniffing each other through a door except instead of a door it's the hallway between the cells they're locked in

There is someone in Sabo’s cell. Normally that wouldn’t be weird, because there is often someone in the cell when he gets in trouble, except that someone has always been him. The weird part is that it’s someone else in Sabo’s cell. He squints at them from the cell he’s been put in (a different one! They never put him in a different cell!), and they glare back at him defiantly. “You’re in my cell.” He says, and maybe it should seem a little silly a thing to get worked up over which cell he’s put in, but- he doesn’t like change. Change means his calculations could be thrown off, that things might happen he can’t plan for, and that’s not safe. Not the fun kind of unsafe, the kind where he manages to escape for an afternoon and run wild through the streets- getting closer to the forest, and to freedom, every time. Change is the kind of unsafe that means cold eyes and tight grips digging into his arm, hungry nights and the dread of waiting for the other shoe to drop. The kid in his (his!) cell is staring at him like he’s an idiot now, which Sabo does not appreciate. “That’s your cell,” He says rudely, gesturing to the one Sabo is currently in. “Are you stupid?” “No!” Sabo scowls, yanking on the handcuff where it chains one of his hands to the wall. They’d learned quite quickly that more restraints than just bars were needed to keep him in. “Normally they throw me in that one, so it’s mine. How come you’re in my cell?” The kid looks like he understands something, almost as if he knows what it’s like to have nothing and cling desperately to what’s yours, even the bad stuff (especially the bad stuff) and Sabo bristles at the assumption. “Got grabbed.” He looks Sabo up and down, still wary but slightly less hostile. “You look noble. How come you’re locked up?” “Don’t call me that!” Sabo snaps, practically snarling at the insult. He may have been born noble, but he hates it, hates them and their stupid rules and their cruelty and the way they don’t care about anyone, not even really each other. “They can’t keep me here forever, no matter how many times they lock me up!” The kid looks at him, really looks, and Sabo glares back under the scrutiny. There’s something he doesn’t understand, some weight to the air and the way the kid looks at him, like the way it feels when his parents are making some kind of decision in their heads without telling him. He hates it, and makes his feelings clear with the worst, nastiest look he learned from scuffling with other kids during his previous escapes. “Whatever.” The kid says eventually, and the feeling goes away like it was never there. “You’re still stupid. Who gets mad about which cell they get put in? Weirdo.” Sabo hisses and spits and yells, but there’s less of an edge to their arguing for the rest of the night. Weirdo is leagues better than noble, and part of Sabo has already decided that the next time he breaks out, the weird kid in the basement cellar is coming with him.

after this it goes something like

sabo: [angry at the world bc parent-related trauma] ace: he's just like me fr.... sabo: [shows a reasonable amount of concern over ace having a minor injury] ace: oh shit. is this what being cared about is like. fuck. what the fuck am i supposed to do with that. do i adopt him into my family and dedicate my life to him?? it worked out fine with luffy so that's probably the reasonable and proportionate response???? luffy, after catching up with them after they bust out: ace :( i like this guy and he's leaving :( can we keep him please :( ace, pretending he hadn't been planning exactly that: uh. i mean. i guess if you want. luffy: :D :D

and then the rest is history lol

ghost, hallucination, what's the difference?: this one's the scene koala finds out about the situation and sabo has his first proper conversation with ace

“I’m just saying! It’s concerning.” Koala stresses with a scowl, and Sabo barely manages to restrain a sigh. He knows she worries, and he truly is grateful. He wouldn’t have made it this far without her and Hack, and all three of them know it. However, normally Koala’s classic angry concern is leveled at him because he’s done something, usually something stupid, not because- Well. I like her, Sabo’s very dead brother offers from where he’s lounging at Sabo’s desk. She looks like she could kick your ass. Pointedly ignoring that remark (he has kicked Koala’s ass almost as many times as she’s kicked his, thanks very much), Sabo meets his friend’s eyes and tries to dredge up what sincerity he has the energy for. “I understand that, but the situation is under control.” And then softer, when she looks like she’s still going to argue- “I know it’s not real, Koala.” Rude, the hallucination mutters in a voice Sabo has only heard in a recording of events that he really doesn’t need to think about right now, and right he should really be focusing on Koala if he intends to assure her that he’s managing this whole situation fine. His friend scrutinizes his face, no doubt noting the bags under his eyes and ten other signs of his condition that he’s not even aware of, but she knows just as well as he does that if acknowledging it’s not real doesn’t make it go away there’s not much either of them can do about it. “Just- take it easy,” She eventually relents, scowling in a way that he knows from experience means ‘I’m worried about you and it’s not productive, so get your shit together or I’ll make you’. After a moment’s hesitation, she continues more carefully. “And just... remember that you can talk to us, okay? Don’t lock yourself up with the dead.” Sabo lets his smile turn crooked and real. “I know. Thank you, Koala.” She punches him on the arm and ducks out, and Sabo turns back to inspect the paperwork he’s finally done putting off. Unfortunately, his view is blocked by Ace sitting at his desk, leaning on the top and looking at him with undisguised curiosity. So, this is what you’ve been up to? The hallucination asks. Filling out forms and getting punched? C’mon, don’t tell me you work for the government or something. Sabo can’t help the grimace that crosses his face at that particular thought, and it snickers. “Hardly. Quite the opposite, in fact.” He crosses the room to stand in front of the desk. The hallucination looks like the pictures Sabo has been able to find, freckles and dark hair hanging around its chin and the same stupid smirk Ace always had when he thought he was winning at something. You’re not a pirate, either. But it sounds less sure now, watching him with interest. “No.” Sabo lets himself grin, because he’s doing good work with the Revolutionary Army and he’s proud of what they’ve accomplished. “I’m a revolutionary.” Seriously? The hallucination squawks, but the surprise fades fast and something Sabo would almost call pride if he didn’t know better fills its face. I should’a guessed. It suits you! Is that why you never told us you were alive, cause it’s all top-secret? Sabo’s smile drops. He forgot, for a bit there, but how kind of his brain to remind him that his brother died never knowing he survived. The same way he’ll never know who Ace grew into, what his mannerisms were like, if he ever found what he was looking for- Ace will never know the same things about him. His brother is dead, and Sabo is hallucinating whatever this situation is- out of guilt, maybe? His mind trying to spare him grief by pretending Ace is there to speak to? Whatever it is, he’s entertained this for long enough. He has work to do. “No.” Pushing down the now-familiar burn that he pretends is fire sparking behind his eyes, he picks up the first pile of reports to go through. “And hallucinations don’t get opinions, they move or they get sat on.” Rude, it grumbles again, less cheerful this time, but obligingly vanishes. Sabo sits in his chair, and pretends he doesn’t wish it were still around.

fun fact! this scene, a nighttime conversation, and the emotional climax of visiting ace's grave are all specifically ace's ghost. there's a couple other scenes that i've decided are specifically a hallucination, and the rest are all left up to interpretation (even to me! outside of those few, fuck if i know which aces are real or not. not my problem tbh)

patricide au: i'm planning a fair amount of establishment of sabo's current situation as well as a few chance asl encounters prior to this scene, but this one is when ace finds out that sabo has been lying to them whenever they run into each other

“But- you were supposed to be free,” Ace stutters, and in any other situation Sabo might laugh at how wrong-footed he seems. “Your letter said you’d set sail already!” “I lied.” Sabo doesn’t say it unkindly, but he knows it's maybe the cruelest response he could've given. In his experience, the truth often is. Ace makes a noise like the strangled gasp of an animal choking on its own blood, and Sabo wants nothing more than to wipe the gutted expression from his brother's face but finds himself frozen to the spot, unable to bring himself to move. “Why?” Because I didn't want to stand in the way of you chasing our dreams, he doesn't say. Because I would give up everything for you and Luffy, would stay forever in the place I hate most just to watch your backs until you can finally escape. He doesn't say any of it, but he thinks maybe Ace still has that uncanny ability to understand what he’s thinking because the longer the silence stretches the closer he looks to either punching the nearest wall or tackling Sabo. Or both. Knowing him, it's probably both, in that order. “No.” Ace says, in the tone of somehow who’s made an important decision. Sabo raises his eyebrows. “No?” “No.” Ace nods as though this clarifies anything at all. “I’m kidnapping you.” Ah. How very Ace-like, to come up with a plan that would work just fine, for anyone else in any other situation. Unfortunately for them both, they are who they are. More specifically, Sabo is who he is, and just like when he walked away from everything he had ever wanted as a child, he will never hesitate to put his brothers before himself. It wasn’t so hard, the second time. Giving up his dream was easier than turning away from Luffy’s sobs, than trying to ignore Ace screaming for him to forget them and run. It got easier every day he made the choice, to stay and choke on his hatred and build it into a wall to trap everything bitter and evil and cruel in with him so that it would never come anywhere near his real family. He knew they wouldn’t see it the same way. Luffy has never understood why people have to do things they don’t want to, and Ace has never agreed with other people making sacrifices on his behalf, the hypocrite. It’s why he lied in the first place, and why he would have kept lying to them for as long as he needed to. The problem with lying to people, unfortunately, is that when they find out- and they do, especially when it’s imperative that they don’t- they tend to be unhappy about it. Case in point, Ace in front of him, trying (and failing) to look more angry than hurt. Still, Sabo’s job is to protect them. That includes from their own poor choices, or at least the ones directly involving him. Even if he wants nothing more than to give in and get swept away, carried off to where salty air and freedom and family await... he can’t.

in the funny timeline, this scene unsurprisingly ends with sabo getting kidnapped. ace thinks all the reasons he gives for it being a bad idea are stupid (sabo disagrees, but after the stunt he pulled his opinion privileges have been revoked). in the less funny timeline, the scene ends sadly and sabo goes back to goa alone to feel terrible for like two weeks before ace and luffy bust down his door to kidnap him. i haven't decided which scenario to go with yet, but either way he ends up getting yoinked bc his brothers are Not about to let his self-sacrificing bullshit go unchallenged

asl problemsolving, patricide au edition: luffy: i'll hit the problem with my fists until it fixes itself! ace: i'll set the problem on fire until it fixes itself! sabo: i am going to take over the local government.

also, a bit that will likely end up cut but was too funny not to include somewhere

ace: i'm gonna tell luffy sabo: you wouldn't. it would make him sad, and you'd never do that on purpose ace: you're right, i won't tell luffy. i will, however, snitch to dadan. she's going to yell and cry. you know she will. and then she'll tell makino, who'll be so sad and disappointed sabo, gritting his teeth: you bitch

cd assassination au: this scene is pretty self-explanatory. i don't like writing fight scenes despite having learned some martial arts and several weapons, because i'm not really a visual person so i have trouble with choreography in my head lol, and adrenaline does crazy things so i have an excuse. ANYWAY warnings for gun violence, regular violence, mild gore (mostly just blood), implied injury, background enemies getting fucked up, and also whatever the hell is going on with sabo mentally

After, he’ll only remember snapshots of the fight, blurred by adrenaline and something a little like fear and a lot like hate burning in his veins. Diving behind a corpse that doesn’t know it’s dead yet, hands closing around a standard-issue firearm. Gunfire. The sound a glass helmet makes at it shatters. The smug expression on a bloody face that doesn’t live long enough to understand that, for perhaps the first time in its life, it has lost. Something collides with his side but he barely feels it, discarding the information as soon as it arrives. The pull of haki turning his hands cold beneath his gloves. Something flashing by his face on the right, and a searing pain that fades from his attention too quickly for him to pay it any mind. Blood, staining the dirt everywhere he looks. Strained, gurgling final breaths as someone next to him chokes on their own blood. Ace’s flames straining beneath his skin, held in check only by the understanding that allowing the fire to protect him like it wants to will only make things worse. He stands alone, in a battlefield gone quiet. -- “SABO!” Someone hollers, and he near about jumps out of his skin before recognizing the voice. There’s the immediate rush of affection warring with terror, because no one who knows that name should be anywhere near him right now, not when this has left him a mess of jagged edges he doesn’t quite feel up to pulling back into a human shape just yet. Preferably, he’d have at least ten minutes to panic and ride out whatever has taken hold of him with twitching fingers and wheezing lungs- he could make do with less in a pinch, but he thinks he deserves the full span after killing a Celestial Dragon and nope he is not thinking about it! He turns his attention to the newcomers instead with a turn that hopefully looks energetic and pleasantly surprised instead of jerky and just to the left of panicked, and he can’t help the grin that rises to his face at the sight of Luffy. It’s been too long, and he’s missed his brother damn it, even if Luffy lingers on the edge of where all the blood is splattered. “Luffy!” Sabo shouts back, hoping that his cheer drowns out the very real panic taking over at the thought of his little brother within five hundred miles of what just happened and what could still come of it. “Hold on, I’ll come to you!” He picks his way through the bodies as carefully as he can, but thankfully fast enough that Luffy doesn’t get impatient and just jump in to tackle him. Still, pretty much the moment he’s clear there are arms wrapping around his chest and a warm body colliding with his, and he can’t help but laugh even as the contact shakes something deep within him, feeling like he’s about to jitter out of his skin. Still- it’s a Luffy hug, something he missed even when he didn’t know what he was missing, and definitely not something to ever be taken for granted. So he winds his arms around Luffy in return as tightly as he can manage, and holds his brother while disregarding the part of him that is a wounded animal, shuddering and snarling and eventually simmering in antagonistic silence just under his skin.

things get better after a little bit, because luffy makes everything better eventually and will stand for nothing else, but it's a bit of a stressful process getting there. however, there are (paraphrased) fun bits in the next conversation that go something like

luffy: so, whatcha doing? sabo, having just emerged from a field of bloodied corpses: oh, yknow. regular boring stuff. what about you?

chopper: i think you're going into shock, you need medical attention sabo: im not in shock?? this doesnt even make my top 10 list of murders ive done sabo: wait no, i take it back. a celestial dragon definitely makes top 5. im still not in shock tho chopper, eye twitching: that is not helping your case nearly as much as you think it is

sabo: *actively bleeding* idk, i don't think i need medical attention- luffy: :( ? sabo, who would do far worse than killing a bunch of people to make sure luffy never felt sad again: WELL i guess it couldn't hurt to get checked over just in case luffy, who knows his power full well and uses it to make sure his friends take care of themselves: :D

one piece (literally just asl bros lmao) fics im currently working on

- fae au: mostly outlined, partially written. fae luffy & ace, (mostly) human sabo. covers from the trio's first meeting up to their reunion/sabo recovering his memories (possibly longer for an alternate marineford? idk im trying not to make it too long but we'll see)

- ghost/hallucination: mostly outlined. sabo starts seeing ace after eating the fruit. it's left intentionally ambiguous whether these are hallucinations like he believes, or is actually ace's ghost visiting him

- patricide au: partially outlined. sabo doesn't find out about the fire until after it happens, and instead of trying to escape he instead decides that his brothers will only be safe if he essentially takes over the goa kingdom. he then proceeds to subtly do that by killing his dad to take over the company and installing stelly as a puppet king, and then uses his connections to aid the revolutionaries (mostly i wanted sabo and stelly to have a bitchy coworker dynamic, but asl comes into the picture later)

- sabo kills a celestial dragon au: mostly outlined. and listen, i know. im aware of the consequences. but hear me out: it would be really funny and also they ruined his life i think he should get to do a little a politically motivated assassination. as a treat

[16-oz]

Another Crown of Candy OC! His name is Sativo Lucas, he’s a blacksmith, and he’s based off of a Cucumber Muecas Candy. More under the cut! :)

His name is based of the scientific name for Cucumbers

His mother was a cucumber Bulbian missionary. She stayed in Candia for a few years before abandoning him & his father to return to Vegetania once the Ravening War broke out

His family is loyal to House Jawbreaker, not House Rocks

He, his father, Alonso, and his grandmother, Tamara, crafted weapons for Jawbreaker’s militia both during and after the war

Burnard, his grandfather, is a Red Hot candy

Married to his aunt Manola is Rowan Longhalls, a cherry coughdrop, cousin of Limon Longhalls

Sativo’s warhammer, Sweetheat, is made of hard sugar candy infused with chili powder. It can cast Heat Metal once per day.

His dagger, Firebrand, is a spicy tamarind banderilla candy, and has a 10% chance of setting a target on fire.

His family lives in the Great Stone Candy Mountains in a village near Chantilly Falls.

BONUS: a younger, clean-shaven face

[silkjade]

hii!! just coming over from reading your genshin men as wedding dates pt 1&2 and OHMYGOD THAT WAS AMAZING😍i haven’t been this hooked on a fanfic in years🤩🤩🤩🤩please keep writing more amazing things like these🥰

oh and if you’re taking requests - genshin men (as many or as few as you want, i leave the character limit upto you) + pov: you like to leave little sticky note messages on the fridge for bae when he wakes up bc you need to leave super early for work, but one day you forget and….

💜much love to you and def hit the follow button so i can see more of your work!! if you have a tagslist please include me!💜

Aw thank you so much! I don’t have a taglist atm but I’ll be sure to add you if I ever make one in the future! And ty for sending in a request, this is such a cute, wholesome prompt 🫶

genshin men when you forget to leave a daily message

Featuring— diluc, childe, zhongli

gn!reader, modern au, established relationships

DILUC

as a big ceo, your boyfriend diluc travels a lot. it’s just unfortunate that the one morning he gets to sleep in, you had to go into work extra early

he might not always be home for your sticky note messages, but he sure loves reading them when he is. so needless to say he’s a little disappointed since your fun little messages always leave a small smile on his face

so he decides to do the same for you as a little surprise when you get home

except he leaves little notes everywhere

just to name a few…. on the tray where you leave your keys: ‘welcome home! i’ve missed you’ ; on your vanity mirror: ‘you are so beautiful’ ; on the refrigerator: ‘let’s go out for dinner tonight?’

his messages aren’t as fun or witty as yours but it’s the thought that counts and wait… on the shoe rack: ‘you’ve been running through my mind all day’

ok fine he asked kaeya for help on that last one; he swore it’d make you laugh (it did!)

CHILDE

he loves loves loves the little messages you write to him each morning; they're like his little daily motivators from you! and since you always stick it on the fridge, he just ends up taking it with him for the day as a good luck charm

so…he’s got a theory now because the one day you forget to leave a note for him…boom. worst day ever

nothing is going right. his luck could not get any worse today. like did scaramouche seriously just quit? and now he has to finish both their work by the end of the day? ugh that’s just as frustrating as the embarrassingly huge coffee stain on his shirt

at least in this case, causation does equal correlation

he’s super pouty and whiny and clingy when he gets home. basically tackles you, hugging you from behind while he’s soaking wet because of course it started randomly raining on his way home

“you’re my good luck charm y/n” and then proceeds to explain to you all of ajax’s terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day

now you owe him lots of kisses and cuddles and two sticky note messages tomorrow (his terms)

ZHONGLI

he’s emotionally mature, he totally understands

but what he DOES worry about is whether in your rush to get to work, did you eat breakfast? did you forget anything? did you bring lunch?

luckily for you his only consultation appointment today isn’t until the afternoon so he is definitely preparing you lunch. and when he’s got the time…boy can this man cook (it’s canon hoyoverse told me themselves)

he knows your schedule like the back of his hand. the front desk calls right before your break to let you know someone’s here for you and surprise it’s zhongli dropping off homemade lunch

give him a big kiss on the cheek and he’ll be all ☺️

you open the pack and on top of your lunchbox is a sticky note: ‘Hope you’re egg-cited for lunch today, I made your favorite. See you at home, darling : )’

[oracleofapollon]

Can I please have a drabble of Steve comforting a tall! Fem! Reader whose having an extra insecure day bc of her height?

hope it's fine :)

cursing, a few light sexual innuendos

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You two were in a movie theater, then took some pictures in a photo booth, then Steve bought you your favorite ice cream, and now you are walking around the mall, going into random shops.

You are happily licking your sweet treat when you notice the most beautiful high heels you've ever seen. Their holographic colors shine in the light of the lamp above them; pink, purple, blue, and yellow kiss the faux leather. Sharp and elegant, they would go perfectly with the new light purple overalls you bought.

You push Steve gently in the direction of your new favorite piece of footwear in the whole world when you realize how high they really are. And how much taller you'd look in them. And you sulk immediately.

"Oh, these ones?" says Steve as he grabs a heel and rotates it. "Babe, y'could wear 'em with the new suit you bought," he adds while desperately trying to lick the ice cream dripping from his cone.

You don't have the heart to correct him and say it's not a suit.

"Nah, I wasn't looking at them," you lie and take his hand. "Let's go–"

"But look!" He hands you his cone. "Can you hold it for me? Lick it up if y'need to, babe. But look, they're pretty cheap too! C'mon, try them on," Steve starts looking at boxes, searching for your size.

You feel a knot in your stomach, in your throat. How are you supposed to tell him you're too insecure to buy them, even try them on? You've never mentioned to him how you feel about your height. To be fair, you don't really want to, but at the same time you can't lie to him. Not to Steve. Your lovely, silly, gentle, corny boyfriend Steve who claims you own his heart.

You sigh. "I just don't think I'd look good in them," you admit and tug his sleeve. "Let's go, okay? Take your ice cream," you offer him his dessert back.

"What do you mean?" he frowns and looks at you with those big brown eyes you get lost in so much. "Of course you would. Where is this coming from, baby?"

"Steve."

"Let's talk outside?" he takes his ice cream from you and takes your hand, your fingers intertwined. His thumb rubs your skin in the lightest way and you get goosebumps all over your arm.

You find an unoccupied bench somewhere far away from the crowd. Steve curses at his melting ice cream. 

"Why the fuck did I think caramel was a good idea?" he licks up his hand annoyed. "Now I'm all sticky and this– you know what, little minx? You were smart with all those napkins. Care to share?" his shoulder bumps yours and his face gets closer. Your cheeks burn under his gaze.

"Bribe me first."

"Kiss?"

The kiss was sweet — caramel, chocolate, strawberry, cookies, and Steve, his lips cold and soft against yours, so familiar yet exciting every time they are on you. You smile against him.

"Napkins, sugar?"

"One napkin per kiss."

"Woah. C'mere then," a quick peck and he takes two napkins from your hands. You are about to protest when he interrupts you. "What was on your mind, babe? With the shoes, I mean. I know it wasn't that you didn't like them," he wipes his hands. "You didn't even correct me on the suit-overall thing."

"Wh- You noticed?" your lips part slightly as he shoots you his all-too-familiar cheeky grin.

"I notice everything about you, babe. Now shoot."

You get shy, all of a sudden. Looking down at your knees you bite into the remnants of your cone. "I don't like my height. Especially in high shoes like that," you say quietly, almost inaudible.

"What's wrong with your height?" he asks, genuinely surprised. His lips are painted with sweet flavors and you want to kiss them off of him so bad. You force yourself to talk though.

"I'm too tall."

"Who the fuck told you that?" he shakes his head, like he doesn't understand what you're saying. "No, you're not. You're beautiful. Amazing. Perfect. Hot. Very. What are you talking about?"

"Uh, it's in, well, like, all the magazines and stuff– That guys prefer shorter girls. And I don't want to be taller than you," you get embarrassed. You don't want him to be ashamed of you, or think that you're being stupid.

He frowns even more, if that's possible, and you have to lick up his cone again to avoid any further damage. Your tongue accidentally catches a bit of his hand and he shivers.

"What in the– baby, why would you ever listen to that? You're beautiful. Who the fuck cares what some middle aged reporter writes in his article? He probably writes about women and their bodies 'cause his wife doesn't want to sleep with him and wants a divorce. He probably can't find the clit. They have two kids, Mary and John, and the wife is most likely to get custody over them. So he's just salty and writes all these bullshit things in shitty magazines. You're better than Mr I-Hate-Women-Because-I-Am-Too-Insecure-To-Be-With-One."

You smile and then scoff at his monologue. Then he kisses your forehead (which is now all sticky), and scoots even closer to you, pressing you to the wooden armrest of the bench. 

"You're so silly, Steve."

"You laughed. You're silly too," he grins, all Cheshire cat. "Can I buy the heels for you?"

"Maybe finish your damn ice cream first before it all melts."

He looks down and shrugs. "Y'know what?" he brings his mouth close to your ear and whispers, cold lips brushing your earlobe. "You'd look very hot taller than me. Towering over me. Looking at me from above. I already like it so much when you're on top of me, riding my–"

You quickly take his hand and push it onto his face, covering his cheek in sweet caramel before he can finish his sentence.

[littlest-dark-age]

Innocence lost

!!!Contains nsfw content!!! Please do not read if you do not wish to consume nsfw content!!!

Taglist @randomoutsiders @plzineedhelp ft @quindolyn bc she asked

You walk into the great hall, just wanting to sit and rest for a moment after the long day of classes and mishaps that went along with said classes. Quickly spotting James, Sirius, Remus and Peter all in a rather heated discussion, while shovelling food on to their plates and into their mouths between word and breath.

Furrowing your brow as you wonder what could be the possible cause of the borderline argument. Did Sirius pull another prank gone rogue? After all that was often the cause of some of the more heated conversations the group had.

As you grow closer and closer to said group, you notice they're talking in hushed whispers. As well as the fact that Remus has a deep blush and Sirius has that grin that he always gets when he's talking about more…..vulgar topics, Peter looking away from the three and focusing on the stone floor. Unable to see James until you're about to sit, his cheeks redder than cherries and glasses a bit steamy. All of them jump slightly when you sit down and start to put food on your own plate, conversation dying out while you eye them suspiciously.

"Talking about me or something? I'd hope not with the way you lot are blushing.” Sirius rolls his eyes before flashing you a smirk, taking a sip from his cup.

"I'd let you make me blush anyday, darling. But m'not quite the one who's the worst, now am I?"

His eyes drift to the right of you, where James sits and has his hands in his lap. Twitching as he fiddled with the rings littering them. He huffs at Sirius's words, blush still bright as ever.

"Right, and what were you all talking about that has you so?" Eyebrow raised as your hand stops mid reach for the piece of bread in front of you.

"N-nothing, nothing at all…." Peter murmurs from across the table, still turned away from everybody.

"Aw, s'not nothin now is it, wormtail? We're talking about sex darling. The feeling of another's skin against your own, the way you both get so sweaty and get a rush unmatched. How it feels to hold someone so close and make such a mess out of them while they're thanking you for it and asking for more, more and more." Sirius closes his eyes with a devilish grin, knowing that he's properly flustered you as well now.

You blink slowly as you start to comprehend the conversation they might have been happening before you say down, not even a noise of acknowledgment leaving you. But before you can get a word in, Sirius cuts in again.

"And I made a marvelous discovery, shocking really-" before he can finish his sentence, James slams his hand on the table while pushing himself up. Grumbling while he gets up and storms off, out of the great hall and to their dorms you can only assume. You huff while turning to watch him, knowing what a temper James has and wondering what in the world could have Sirius done to set it off now.

"Sirius Orion Black, what have you done to the poor boy?" You stare at him, where he sits across the table. Shocked by James's actions.

"More like what hasn't happened to him…" mumbled before he realized it. All you need to know to piece everything together, anger rising in you at the thought of them picking at him for such a simple thing.

Quickly taking a few bites of your own food, you get up just as James did moments ago. Making your way to the Gryffindor common room, you wonder how angry he had to be to make it there in so little time.

As you creep up the stairs, you only hope he'll talk to you. James is easily one of the most stubborn people you can think of and despises being embarrassed in such a way. Slowly stopping in front of the dorm door, you hesitantly raise your hand to gently knock on the thick door.

"James? It's just me, I wanted to check on you," you call out, trying to not disturb anybody else in case there were others in their own dorms.

The bed creaks from behind the door, followed by shuffling footsteps and finally the lock being undone. There's a moment of stillness, neither you nor James making a move to open the door. A soft sigh leaves you as you reach for the handle to let yourself in, peeking into the room before fully entering it.

James sitting on the chest at the end of his bed, eyes focused onto the floor. Never looking up to meet your own. You can feel your heart constrict at the sight, one that's rather rare as much doesn't put James potter in such a mood as apparently the conversation had. Silently shuffling into the room, you shut the door behind you with a soft click before going to sit on the end of the bed.

Seconds pass with no movement, or words. Until James lifts his head and turns to you, face a bit less red then it had been at the table. Feeling his eyes roam your face, searching for something but you can't tell what it is.

"S'not m fault. Kept pushing until jus' came out. Then pads wouldn' stop."

Brows furrowing in confusion at his words, you turn to face him.

"I'm sure it can't be that bad, Siri always makes things seem much more dire then they are. What could be so bad that they've got you this upset?"

"'ve never had sex…..not like there weren't opportunities, jus' never with the right person…"

You wonder if James can hear how fast your heart is racing, hear all the thoughts that are running through your head. 'who does he mean?....me maybe?'

"....and who is the right person?" Your voice wavers and shakes with every word that leaves your mouth.

James opens and closes his mouth like a fish out of water for a moment before shutting it completely.

"I-um, well…..you…." comes out as a soft whisper.

A breath leaves you in shock, and happiness. Thoughts speeding up to a mile a minute, going in every direction possible. Only stopping at the sound of James getting up and standing in front of you, his hands reaching out to gently cup your jaw and lifting it to look up at him. Gently stroking your cheek before leaning down and pressing his warm lips against yours. Softly moving his lips to match your own, wanting nothing more than to feel you completely.

He pulls away with a soft grin, cupping both of your cheeks in his warm hands. You can't help but look up at him with half lidded eyes, the simple kiss enough to spark a need in-between your legs as you place your own hands over his.

"How about I….help...they'd have nothing laugh about then….?"

He bites his lip in thought, before slowly nodding. James leans down once more, one of his hands sliding down to hold the back of your neck. Pressing his lips to yours once more, but with more force and more passion than the last. Moulding themselves to fit perfectly against yours. Only pulling away for a moment of air before diving back in, tugging you closer. You pull away fully after a moment, resting your forehead against his with a soft smile.

"Gonna let me taste you before we have some more fun?" In a teasing lilt, as you grin softly.

James's eyes burst open, searching your face for a hint of a lie that you were joking or messing with him. But finding only a look of want in your eyes and a bit of nervousness etched into your features. He slowly starts to nod while licking his lips, unable to really believe what was going on. That you actually wanted him in the way he's been wanting you for so so long. The thought of if this could have happened sooner crosses his mind but he doesn't pay it any attention, enjoying the fact that it's happening now.

You tug him by his tie down to you, finally pulling him onto you and forcing you to lay back. James catches himself and props up using his elbow, looking down at you with a soft smile. Your free hand finding its way to his soft hair and gripping at the base of his hairline while you lean up to press kisses into his jaw, slowly starting to trail them onto his neck. Barely grazing his skin with your teeth, only enough for him to feel the nip. He lets out a shuddered breath at your teeth on his pulse point, feeling himself harden from the sudden affections.

Letting go of his tie, you run your hands down his chest. His heart drumming against your fingers when you pass over it, continuing to go further down his torso. You can feel the heat radiating off of him even through his clothes. As you slide your hand even further down, finally meeting the edge of his sweater and tug it up. Forcing James to sit back as you pull it off, quickly followed by unbuttoning his shirt and tossing it to the floor.

"Lay down f'me? Wanna make you feel good."

He nods before fixing his glasses, laying down next to you on the bed. His bulge even more apparent now that he's laying on his back. You grin whilst getting off of the bed and standing in-between his spread legs.

Hands rubbing his thighs softly, inching closer and closer to the tent in his pants while you lean down to press kisses on his chest. Slowly making your way down to James's stomach and his happy trail. Stopping once you meet the band of his pants, playfully nipping at the skin around it.

"Bloody tease s'what you are," he shakes his head before running a hand through his already messy curls.

"The best are," you press a kiss into his skin before looking up at him with a sweet smile.

Your hands abandon his thighs in favor of unzipping his pants, starting to tug them off. Grateful that he already took his shoes off once he got into the dorm. James lifts his hips, helping you slide them off of his muscular legs. The outline of his member is enough to make you drool and press your thighs together.

"Look at how hard you are….want me to make it feel better?"

"Yes please, want you so bad m'achin" James nods.

Slowly you start to stroke him over his boxers, eyeing the small wet spot near his head. Not going fast enough or hard enough to give him any real pleasure, just enough to make him even harder and make his tip weep. Thumbing the underside of his cock, feeling the veins even through his boxers. You move down to his tip and lightly suck on it through the fabric, wet spot growing with your spit.

"Fuckin, please, want 'em off," comes out as a breathy whine.

You roll your eyes before pulling away, a string of spit connecting to his boxers. Reaching up to grip the band of them, you snap them against his sensitive skin pulling a yelp from him before tugging them all the way off.

"You're so pretty," comes out before you can stop it, thumb rubbing the deep red tip of his admittedly pretty cock. Thick veins running up the underside of it, slick with his own pre-cum. His tip shining due to the spit and slick.

You lick a stripe up it, following the veins and natural curve. Looking up to see James biting his lip with his eyes screwed shut and chest heaving slightly. Flicking your tongue on the tip before wrapping your lips around it and sucking gently. Slowly taking more and more of his aching member into your mouth, feeling the weight of it on your tongue. You start to hollow your cheeks and slowly bob your head up and down his cock.

"Suck m'cock, take it all in your pretty lil' mouth," he lets out a guttural groan, reaching down to interlock his fingers with your own. Your free hand stroking what you can't take in your mouth, able to feel him throbbing with want and need.

Pulling off of him with a wet pop, you keep pumping him. The soft clicking filling the room as well as James's panting and whines. A thin layer of sweat coating him as he lifts his hips, chasing your hand. Feeling the tension in his belly grow and just wanting it to snap in two, finally being able to cum.

"Please, m'so close," you hear his breathing getting faster, his groans getting louder and whinier. Feeling him twitch in your hand, you pull away with a grin,"No!" James cries out, sitting up with the slightest pout on his lips while panting. His brows furrowed in confusion as to why you stopped right before he came.

"Oh lovie, want you to cum in me. Not in my hand, pretty boy," you crawl to rest on his lap, skirt hiking up on your own. He rests his hands on them, pushing up your skirt even further with every inch he slowly slides his hands up.

"Off, wanna see you," he sounds so needy and desperate, wanting to feel your skin against his own. Tugging at the edge of your skirt before wandering to the buttons on the side, popping them out of place so easily.

You quickly undo your tie, flinging it to an unknown corner to be hunted down later. Slowly you unbutton your shirt, revealing the red lace bra underneath. James's eyes practically bulge out of his head at the sight, letting out a shaky breath and groaning. One hand abandoning your thighs in favor of helping you out of your shirt while he sits up just enough to nip at your bottom lip. You reach back and unclasp the lace lined undergarment, sliding it off.

He starts to pepper kisses down the column of your neck, ghosting over your collarbone and down your chest. Stopping to suck on one of your nipples, circling it with his tongue and looking up at you with wide eyes. His hand drifts to your back, going up to your shoulders and drags his blunt nails down the length of your spine. Sending shivers and another wave of slick to your already flooded panties. Wet enough you're surprised it hasn't leaked onto James's cock.

"Enough, wanna feel you in me now," you tug him off of your chest by a tight grip of his pretty curls, tossing him onto his back and on the bed. Looking into his eyes for a moment, trying to find any hesitation that he didn't want this or you but finding only pure lust.

You lift up your skirt, revealing the red cotton panties and the dark patch your slicks made. Biting your lip as you straddle him on your knees, reaching down to stroke his throbbing member before rubbing his weeping tip along your entrance. Grazing your clit ever so slightly before nudging him between your lips and slowly starting to sink onto him, leaving no gap between your hips.

Sitting still for a moment, adjusting to the stretch and watching James's face at the feeling. His lips hanging open and brows scrunched together at the new but very welcomed feeling.

"S'tight, s'fuckin warm too. Never wanna leave, gonna stay in you f'ever," he groans out, stomach muscles tightening at the thought of having to pull out. He grips your hips, keeping you from moving. Your own hands splay out on his rapidly rising chest, heart thumping against your fingers and only speeding up when you shift.

"Can I move now? Gonna feel even better then, promise," you nod, hoping it'll convince him to loosen his grip even the tiniest bit. James opens his eyes slightly, raking his eyes over your form glistening with sweat. Chest rising with every breath. He licks his lips, wetting them for a moment.

"Y-yes, please," joined with a quick nod.

You start to roll your hips ever so slightly, closing your own eyes at how big you notice James is. The stretch feels so good, nothing like anything you've ever felt before. Gulping down the sounds that try to claw their way out of your throat and mouth, not expecting such subtle motions to pull any sound out of you.

Slowly you start to lift your hips, almost pulling off of his cock all the way before slamming back down and repeating. Speeding up as you dig your nails into James's chest, no doubt to leave marks in the morning. Skin against skin filling the room, as well as the sound of your slick. You begin to bounce on him, needing more. More of James, more of the way his cock is filling you perfectly and ruining you for anybody else. Your walls moulding to him and sucking him in, never wanting to pull away but keep him in your warmth forever.

"So fucking big, feel so good," comes out as a breathless moan, unable to shove your noises down and hide them as you toss your head back. The knot in your stomach tightening, forcing you to clench around his cock. Pulling a stuttered moan from the dark haired boy under you.

Your tits moving in time with your own bounces, jiggling in front of his face. James leans up to capture one of them in his mouth, sucking on it hard enough there will surely be a bruise in the morning. Nibbling on it while you continue to bounce on him. Wanting nothing more than to milk him for everything he's worth, you clench around him again.

Feeling his moan be muffled by your chest and his drool making an even bigger mess than before. You reach down and rub your clit, the knot in your belly tightening until it's about to snap.

"Come on love, wanna make you feel so good and have you cum inside me," your words are enough to send the sensitive boy toppling over the edge, yourself quickly following.

Your moans mixing together just as your slick has. Ropes of warm cum coating your walls, leaking out and down his cock as you slow down until you finally stop. Leaning down as you press your head against his collarbone, heavy pants leaving you.

"O-oh, my god," a breathless chuckle comes from James, paired with a sweet grin and sleepy eyes.

His arms coming to wrap around you, tugging you as close as you can get while pressing a kiss to your sweat slick temple. The room silent but filled with the scent of sex. Both of your chests heaving, as he starts to slowly rub your back.

[gunsatthaphan]

Hi! I just remembered like two asks you received some time ago, i wanted to squeeze in but I forgot 😅 It was about My Only 12% and the work of New and Wabi Sabi in general… Lmao.I so agree with you. This is not a read, but I am not a fan at all. And even of Earth k either. Nothing personal but all of those things mentioned don’t have any… spark. And so when I saw your anon saying they liked New’s produced shows I was shocked bc it is very often not the case, but it’s nice to see there are shoes for everyone (... is that even a saying??)

And about Between Us, I’m not excited at all tbh but ig it’s a good thing. That way I can be ‘surprised’ by it. But UWMA was soooo long ago. I loved it! back then, but since then I changed my ‘views’ you know ? And my liking of certain types of shows. Like if I watch it now… I think I’ll somewhat like it but really I will see just the negatives. I guess it really is about the production of it all (BUT not JUST that obviously. Not everything is bc of ONE man). And I know I’m probably THE ONLY ONE on this but, I get tired of seeing the same pairings over and over and over again. Like Fluke and Ohm, or Boun and Prem. Like it’s kind of always the same… atmosphere to the ships. To be clear, I didn’t see Win and Team in Even Sun, but they kind of have the same… monotony, and same with Ohm and Fluke. The more they have a series together, the less I feel it.

And I only feel that with that studio I realized. Bc I like Jimmy and Tommy, they acted with different vibes in remember 15. And also Off and Gun bdhcnd NOT ME! Need I say more haha.

So what I got from this is that I don’t like wabi sabi studio in its entirety, at all 😂😂 That's sad but yeah. They used to announce stuff and I'll get excited. But after 7 project ...😬 And I tried again with M12% but hm:/ So I guess I'll keep clear of this company. They have good premise but bad execution in my opinion.

And please I’m not trying to be rude, I’m sorry if I come off that way. I’m not the acting or prod. police. But I just see people from time to time talking abt (some of) it, but never really do it. So I just shared my opinion with you bc you seemed to have shared opinions with me. And obviously it’s totally fine if you agree just 2% of my GIANT rambling. 

It’s okay if you don’t engage with this <3 

I think you’re coming back soon from Thailand right? Enjoy the rest of your trip <33

hi anon!

lol that's okay. and I completely agree with everything.

for me wabisabi is just kind of a homogenous soup of cringe lol idk. uwma was good and everything that came afterwards wasn't. Their shows are all the same at this point and as long as New is directing them, it will stay that way lol. Not a fan of his directing style at all, which worked back in 2018 but not in 2022. The only reason I liked star and sky was the cast + plot but it definitely could've been better with a different director. But that's just my opinion.  

The issue with them recycling their actors and giving them the same roles over and over again definitely goes hand in hand with that. Now I know gmmtv kind of does the same but the difference is they have a much bigger range of shows and actors so you can't compare the two imo. BounPrem definitely have that monotony issue you mentioned, more than OhmFluke. Fluke has a big range and is doing well, Ohm not as much lol. But for me, they still work better than BP overall. Like Even Sun was weird enough to be funny but BP were the same in that too. Comparing them with mii2 and offgun is a lost battle because they're polar opposites lol.

And I agree, my views and preferences on shows have changed over time too. I think that's normal. In 2018 I thought LBC was high cinema which......no comment lmao. And I still consider uwma good today but definitely not as much as back then. I guess the more shows come out, the more picky we get which is fine.

But yeah all in all I don't think I'll ever watch a wabsabi production again unless they change their concepts lol. I'll take a look at between us because who knows, but if that sucks then bye bye. There are shows out there that deserve more attention than them. 😬

xxx

[ihatebnha]

please kiri really is bad, like imagine being in the same room with them and their feet? a persons worst nightmare. Don’t even need to interrogate villains, they just take off their shoes and that villain is spilling every secret he’s had since he was 7. But alas my love for bakugou unfortunately overcomes his stinky little feet. and youre 100% right. Bakugou is so clean like he has a little place for keys, and shoes right by the door, goes around grumbly fluffing couch pillows and picking up stray items left around the house. He’s got a little roomba that sero stuck googly eyes to and he gets so mad when it gets stuck. Especially when it says “roomba is stuck on a cliff.” he’s like “STUPID DRAMATIC LITTLE ROBOT PIECE OF SH-“ but he literally loves it. and all of the framed pictures he has are meticulously placed on the wall cute in a little even pattern that he literally measured to make sure they were all the same width apart. he def shows off his home to everyone who comes - foot anon

LMFAO what makes me laugh about kiri, too, is the fact that all his socks probably have holes in them, as well... so not only can he scare away villains but it's like... u don't even get a break from them at home bc even when they're covered up they're still getting some air like !!!😩😩😩!!!

but about bakugo, SO TRUE BESTIE! so true, god!!! esp w/ sero putting the googly eyes on the roomba. bakugo is most definitely the type of guy to be like... "hey. come look at this." when he just wants to show u the roomba doing a good job like LMFAOOOO???

also the picture thing is making me SCREAM. why do i lowkey love that for him........🥺

i know your point is neatness but also... the fact that i can see it so clearly and it means he likes having photos... AHHH i'm yelling thinking abt that he has pictures of u together up there too akdsjfjfasldk (and in his office, too)

either way.... i love clean men. I love men who will do the chores for you. I, too, love bakugo despite his stinky feet LOOOOL. and you too, anon.

[theblackberrygirl]

Dead Hearts

Summary: The Red Room is destroyed and Natasha has some unresolved goodbyes to say.

Author’s Note: alright I wasn’t super happy with this bc I felt like it was kinda OOC but my beta reader said she rly liked it so here it is!

Warnings: torture, death, death of children, hypothermia, grief. It’s sad alright

This is a song fic and it’s inspired by Dead Hearts by Stars

Tell me everything that happened

Tell me everything you saw

They had lights inside their eyes

They had lights inside their eyes

“JARVIS, show me the article,” Nat asked, her voice trembling ever so slightly.

“Of course, Ms. Romanoff.”

The headline streamed across the TV in her room. Russian training academy, Red Room, has been destroyed and burned by the US government.

Her stomach dropped. No. It can’t be true. The Red Room doesn’t just get destroyed. That’s not possible, it’s not true.

But it was. It was true. The Red Room had been reduced to a pile of burning cinder blocks.

She felt a strange feeling in her heart. She definitely wasn’t nostalgic. The Red Room had kidnapped her from that house fire when she was 4, leaving her parents to die. They tortured her, made her into a killer, messed with her mind and memories.

They made her kill her friends.

When she had escaped when she was 16 and Clint had found her, she never looked back. She ran and ran because running was what she knew, it was all she knew.

But now, she couldn’t run away. No, for once in her life, it was time to run towards something.

“JARVIS, is the quinjet fueled up?”

“Yes, Ms. Romanoff, but-”

“Get me 29 roses please. I’m leaving in 10 minutes.” JARVIS didn’t answer her, but she knew he was listening.

It was late, around 2 in the morning. Tony would be in his lab. The others would hopefully be asleep. Clint… well, he was a wild card at night. He could be anywhere. But she had known him for years. She knew how to avoid him.

She threw some essentials in a bag before heading towards the quinjet. JARVIS had been listening, because a bundle of blood-red roses laid on the countertop.

She picked them up on her way out to one of the jets. She needed to do this. Not just for herself.

But for them.

-

Did you see the closing window?

Did you hear the slamming door?

They moved forward, and my heart died

They moved forward, and my heart died

-

“Mr. Stark, Ms. Romanoff has just entered the roof.”

“What? Why?” Tony asked, actually pausing his newest project to listen to JARVIS.

“She asked me to make sure one of the quinjets had fuel and to get her roses.”

“That’s helpful,” Tony grumbled. “Is Barton still up?”

“Mr. Barton is currently downstairs in the archery range.”

“Typical. Tell him to come up here, will ya J?”

“Right away, Mr. Stark.”

Tony didn’t go back to his tinkering. He wanted to give Natasha her space, since she’d probably kill him if he didn’t. But at the same time, if this was something important, he didn’t want her to be alone.

“Tony? What’s up?” Clint had arrived in the lab, his bow on his back.

“Hey, do you know if today is anything important for Nat? An anniversary or something?”

“...no? Not that I know of anyways. Why? She alright?”

“I’m not sure, Katniss. JARVIS just told me that she was going up to the jet with roses.”

“Where is she going?”

“The GPS coordinates are set for an area approximately 50 miles West of Vorkuta, Russia.”

“Russia? Why would she be going back to-”

“JARVIS, how many roses did she want?” Clint interjected.

“29, sir.”

“That’s specific,” Tony commented.

Clint didn’t say anything. He wordlessly picked up one of the laptops Tony had laying around and typed something into the search bar.

“Oh no, Tasha… I knew you talked about it doing something, but...”

“What? What is it?”

Clint spun the laptop around for him to see. “The Red Room. It’s gone. And I think I know why she’s going back”

-

Please, please tell me what they looked like

Did they seem afraid of you?

They were kids that I once knew

They were kids that I once knew...

-

Even in a quinjet, the ride from New York to Northern Russia was pretty long, giving her plenty of time to think and contemplate.

She did not want to think. Not about the Red Room, or Madame B, or the other girls, anything.

You owe it to them to remember.

All of her memories before 16 were jumbled. But some things… some things can’t be erased or altered by drugs.

She remembers their names. All of them. All 29.

She had been the youngest girl in her class of Black Widows. Some said that was a weakness. Others said it was an advantage.

But when they brought little Natalia Romanova to that place, still covered in burns and ash, she didn’t care about becoming the Black Widow. She wanted her mother, and father, in their little one-bedroom apartment, with her stuffed rabbit Alexei. It was always cold in that apartment, but when she was snuggled between her mother and father, she felt safe.

She learned quickly that safety was not a feeling in the Red Room. That was something for children, and she was not a child. She was Natalia, made of marble.

On her first night there, when she had silently cried from the pain of cold metal handcuff cutting her wrist, one of the older girls had helped her. She was 8. Her name was Nadia.

Nadia had stolen one of the handcuff keys from the guards. She had unlocked the cuffs and hugged her. Made her a makeshift doll out of an old sock and toilet paper. Told her stories of magic and heros.

In the morning, they found out about what Nadia had done. They punished her until she couldn’t scream anymore. Just before they killed her, she looked at Natalia. “It’s ok”, she whispered. Just before they pulled the trigger.

Magic had not been in that place in a very long time.

After Nadia had been killed, Natalia funneled her grief and fear into her training. She rose to the top, taking down girls who were twice her age and twice her size. She used untraditional methods on the mat, using her legs to take them down since that was where she was strongest.

Her handlers were very impressed with her sudden prowess. She became the best dancer, best fighter, best liar. She picked up the languages quickly. She was as stoic as stone, never flinching or backing down from the threat of a punishment.

They never knew what fueled her excellence. Never knew that she was motivated by rage and grief. For her parents. For Nadia.

When she turned 9 years old, she decided that it was time to repay her debt to Nadia. There was a new girl, the last one for their class. The thirtieth. Sasha.

No one knew what had happened to Sasha. But they did know that she was good. She was unwavering, unmoving. During the day, anyways.

At night, Natalia could hear the girl in the bed next to her trying to muffle her cries. She took out the key that one of the guards had foolishly left in the washrooms. She carefully unlocked her own cuff and Sasha’s.

She rubbed her back silently. Rebraided her French braids that had come undone in the night. Made her a crude doll out of an old sock and toilet paper. Just as Nadia had done for her.

The next morning, Natalia had waited all day for someone to take her to a room to be killed. But they never did. They hadn’t been caught.

Sasha and Natalia continued their routine every night. It was nice to have a friend in a place where friends were a myth.

They were friends for 2 years. They learned to master sneaking around. When Sasha turned 11, someone took her into a room alone. They did this all the time for training, interrogation practice, or just a mental test.

When Sasha didn’t come back that night, she knew something was wrong.

She never saw Sasha again. She didn’t know what happened to her. She still didn’t.

“Landing in 10 minutes,” the jet intercom told her. A wave of anxiety washed over her. She didn’t want to be here. She wanted to turn around, go home, and never come back.

She hated the memories associated with this place. This was the closest she had ever been in the 12 years since Clint saved her. She avoided it like the plague.

The clearing the jet had landed in was still about 2 miles from the old academy. She pulled her coat and hat on and began her march through the barren fields and forest.

Tank tops and shorts. No shoes, she thought to herself. When she was 13, Madame B had given them all black tank tops and shorts. She took away their combat boots and forced them out into the bitter winds.

“Only the strongest will survive this challenge. Only those worthy of the Black Widow title will make it through this. If you are not ready, well, hypothermia isn’t a bad way to go,” she had told them. 2 girls out of the remaining 18 had died that day.

Then they had gone inside to train. The cold made their muscles achey and stiff, but the Red Room was not a place for complaints.

Then they did it all again the next day.

By the end of the week, 7 of the remaining 18 girls were dead, either from exhaustion or the cold. 11 remained from a group that was once 30.

Anastasia. Irina. Svetlana. Alina. Manya. Eva. Kyana.

Their dead hearts were everywhere. The lights inside their eyes extinguished. They’re still out there. And she still cares.

She always will.

-

I could say it, but you won't believe me

You say you do, but you don't deceive me

It's hard to know they're out there

It's hard to know that you still care

-

Pepper, Tony, Clint, Bruce, Thor, Steve, and Fury had all boarded a jet to Russia as soon as Clint told them what had happened. They weren’t going to let her go through this alone.

Natasha Romanoff liked to pretend she didn’t feel things. But they were her family. And family helped each other.

They all sat in silence. Natasha only had an hour on them, but that was still an hour where she was alone and hurting. Even Tony didn’t say anything.

Clint was playing with the spider necklace he always wore. Natasha had a matching one with an arrow. It was a symbol of how deep their friendship went.

Fury was completely still. He had his arms resting on his knees, looking straight ahead. His lips were more downturned than usual, and his forehead was more tense. You could only tell if you had known him for a long time, but Fury was upset. Upset that the woman he looked at as a daughter had to relive this. That she even had to live through it at all.

Clint and Fury were probably getting hit the hardest. They knew the most about what went down in the Red Room. They knew the most about how painful this had to be for their friend.

As the jet lightly set down in the field near the jet that Natasha had taken, they all prepared to walk the 2 miles in the cold weather.

The ground beneath their feet was completely frozen. Permafrost. Snowflakes rushed around their faces. It was painfully beautiful.

The sound of dried grass and leaves under their feet was the only sound on their walk. The wind whistled in their ears. The cold air bit into their exposed skin like needles.

Clint’s breath caught in his throat when he saw her.

She was standing on a pile of rubble with her back to them. Her flaming red hair was flying in the wind. In her arms was the bouquet of roses. Each rose had a note attached, written in Natasha’s small, elegant penmanship.

As Clint looked closer, he saw what the notes were. Names. All of them.

If Nat had realized they were there, she made no move to acknowledge them.

She just stood there. As if she was in shock. To be honest, she might’ve been.

“Sometimes, I swear I can see them,” Natasha spoke. She sounded so… broken. “Everywhere. In the reflection of a window. When I heard a door slam, it was like they were right there like they used to be. Like how they were in here.”

They all stayed quiet. She needed to get this out.

“It’s like they’re following me. Protecting me. I miss them. I miss them all.”

“Inna, Katrina, Larisa, Polina, and Oksana were the first 5 to go.” She held the 5 flowers tightly in her hand, like if she squeezed it tightly enough, she could bring them back. “5, 7, 6, 4, and 8. I’m sorry I couldn’t save you,” she whispered. Her emotions were coming to the surface, hidden by a thin veil of control.

“Raisa, Sonya, Ulyana, Vanka. I didn’t know any of you. Not personally. But all of you deserved so much better than what you got.”

“Luda, Lubov, and Klara. You were 8 years old. Triplets. Nothing could come between you three. Not the Red Room. Not even death.”

Clint started to move closer towards his best friend. He could see the way she was shaking.

“That week when we stood outside for hours. The cold and exhaustion took 7. Anastasia, Irina, Svetlana, Alina, Manya, Eva, Kyana. I hope that you weren’t in pain when you died. I hope you’re finally resting.”

Only 10 roses were left in her arms, the other 19 laid out on the ground in front of her. The bright red petals contrasted sharply with the grey cinder blocks and white snow.

“Yelizaveta. Liz. We were in actual hell together, and yet you somehow managed to make me smile with your fucked-up sense of humor. In a place like that, dark humor is the only kind you have.” A small smile joined the tears running down her face. “I hope I’ll see you again one day.”

“Taisiya, Sonechka, Nikita, Mischa, Maya, Luda. You were all so smart. And so strong. You fought harder than everyone. Even now, I have yet to meet someone as smart as you six, and 2 of my best friends have more than one PhD,” she laughed.

She was down to the final three roses. Clint put his arm around her. The dam was threatening to break any moment now.

“Nadia.” She let her tears fall for Nadia. “I wouldn’t be alive without you. I wouldn’t have gotten to meet my family. I wouldn’t have gotten to become an aunt without you.” Clint had already been crying, they all had, even Fury, but that had struck him deep in his heart. “I owe you. And I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” she choked out. She bit her lip to keep it from trembling as she gently set the rose down on the ground.

“When I was 14, we had to do torture training.” Pepper let out a small gasp. “After I had finished the whipping and electrocution day, Anya split her bread with me. She cleaned the cuts that I couldn’t reach. In the morning, I-” Her voice began to crack. “They made me be the one to kill her. She was 15.” She set Anya’s rose on the ground next to the others. “You didn’t deserve it, Anya. You were always so good. Better than I ever was.”

“Sasha. Sasha and I were best friends,” she let out a small bittersweet laugh. “When I was with her, I felt like, maybe, we could lead normal lives. Escape. Be happy. One day, when we were 11, they took her away and never brought her back.” She held the rose with Sasha written on it in her hand. “I’m sorry, Sash. I’m so, so sorry. For everything.”

“You forgot one,” Clint whispered. He held out one more red rose. “Natalia Romanova. A little girl orphaned in a fire, who did what she had to do to survive. Who walked through hell and back and still found herself a family and a home.” He set the rose down with the others.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” she cried. Clint hugged her tightly as they sank to the ground.

“We were all so young. We were all kids. Just kids,” she sobbed into his shoulder.

Years upon years, over 2 decades worth of grief, sadness, fear, rage, and pain came pouring out. She had been bottling these feelings up for 24 years, shoving them down, and now they were finally being released. Finally being set free.

“They were kids that I once knew. They were kids that I once knew...”

-

Now they’re all dead hearts to you.

They were kids that I once knew

They were kids that I once knew

Now they're all dead hearts to you

Now they're all dead hearts to you

They were kids that I once knew

They were kids that I once knew

Now they're all dead hearts to you...

[ghostnebula]

okay self indulgent ask about waterpolo bc i played it and it doesn't even have to be about waterpolo specifically i just desperately need hc's about richie being a waterpolo player and eddie being a swimmer and they hate each other for stupid unknown reasons until they're showering off in the lockerrooms one day uwu

90% of what “goes down” is that Eddie actually sees Richie naked for the first time, because he stayed later than usual (swim practice ends before water polo) to get some extra laps in, even though the rest of the team has already gone home. And Richie’s one of the stragglers from the water polo team, like always, so he’s pretty much just getting into the shower as all his teammates are packing up and filing out.

Eddie’s a huge slut anyway, and he owns it, because this is college and he’s finally free from his shithole hometown and his mother’s influence, which means he has had the sexual awakening of the century, and fully embraced the fact that he is gayer than a rainbow. So he knows what the fuck he is talking about when he says Richie Tozier is hung. Like, he knew it was big, but seriously, what the fuck? And how the fuck is that fair? That guy is annoying as shit. How come the guy who makes Eddie want to rip his own hair out gets to have such a nice dick? It’s not like Eddie’s ever going to want to fuck him.

(Oh wait, shit, don’t think about fucking him)

And maybe he shouldn’t have looked, but you know what? Curiosity may have killed the cat, but satisfaction-- (no!)

The other 10% of what goes down is that by the time Eddie’s laid out his toiletries all neatly and pulled his stupid little shower shoes on, it’s just the two of them in the locker room, and Trashmouth hasn’t said anything to him yet but he always does, doesn’t he? He’s always got some jibe or remark or witty (shitty) nickname and he keeps calling Eddie “Wheezy” ever since he had a panic attack during practice that one time and he’s always so fucking smug, and he’s stupidly pretty for being such a dorky-looking creature, and Eddie wishes he would fuck him-- what, no--

No, Trashmouth isn’t teasing him or calling his ass juicy or anything else that makes Eddie burn with lust hatred. He’s just singing Africa to himself because he’s a fucking dork, after all, and not someone all cool and suave like he pretends to be, and then Africa is sounding strangely close, and Eddie looks up from scrubbing himself down with lavender soap to find Richie’s moved to a showerhead much closer to him, and while Eddie stares he winks.

Eddie goes back to scrubbing himself faster, because he does not want to get roped into a conversation with this fucking guy, no thank you, not Stupidly Hot Trashmouth Tozier and his... his fucking horse cock, no way. Except then there are hands on his shoulders and he’s being crowded against the wall, and, holy fuck, is Richie actually hard against him? Is that what’s pressing up against his back? (What the fuck else could it be?) “You stick around just to spend some quality time with me?” Richie asks, right in his ear, as his hands slips from Eddie’s shoulders and trail down his sides to settle on his hips. 

“No,” Eddie says, then, “Get the fuck off me,” in a much quieter voice, with little, if any, conviction. 

Eddie can hear the fake little pout as Richie says, “Aw, you don’t want that, pretty baby.�� A shudder rips through Eddie at the nickname, but, no, that must just be the cold from the tiles he’s pressed bodily against, the very same thing that’s making his nipples harden (there’s no excuse for his dick; he’s going to try to ignore that). “You know, I heard a sweet little rumour about you. You think I can hitch a ride?”

“Fuck you,” Eddie says, because the alternative is a desperate, whiny yes, as Richie leans back enough to slot his dick right against Eddie’s ass and thrust forward a couple times, slow, just to make an already very clear point that much clearer. 

“I’m trying, baby doll.” Richie grabs the hand that Eddie’s trying to use to make a show out of the pretense of pushing him away, and slams it into the tiles above his head. He takes hold of the other for good measure and holds them both there in one hand while he uses the other to hold Eddie’s hips in place and rock against him. “But you gotta cooperate.”

Eddie whines, mostly because he doesn’t know what the fuck else to do. He hates this guy’s guts. Doesn’t he? He’s goofy and annoying and hot and funny and a slut (but that’s hypocritical) and he has no respect for personal space or boundaries, and he’s rude when he isn’t being annoying, and maybe Eddie saw him feeding some of the stray cats on campus a few times, but that’s unsanitary, honestly, and not at all charming, and there are so many rumours flying around about the Manwhore Trashmouth he doesn’t even know what to believe (except the ones about his dick -- those are definitely true). But he’s a shitty, annoying person, and that alone should cancel out anything else, so no, Eddie is not fucking attracted to him and no, he doesn’t want to fuck him.

Richie kisses the back of his neck, lingering for a moment before peppering more kisses all across his shoulders, which are bent up at an awkward angle as Richie pins his arms above his head. Then his teeth are digging into his skin and Eddie makes a noise halfway to a scream, jerking against the wall so hard he’s sure there will be bruises all down his front tomorrow. “That’s good, kitten. That’s good. Just let me take care of you.”

Eddie abandons all pretenses and reminds him, a little dazed, “But we need--”

“Lube?” Richie twists away from him for a moment, leans down and lets go of his wrists (but Eddie keeps them there, and he’ll tell himself it’s because he just forgot in the moment) and then he’s tapping Eddie’s side with a plastic bottle. “I brought mine over. I come prepared.” And then he laughs to himself a little and Eddie’s fucking dumbfounded, because he cannot believe this is happening right now. He can’t believe he’s about to fuck the guy he has refused to be attracted to for the duration of his college career, right here in the dirty fucking locker room showers, and he’s just... letting it happen. 

He should, at the very least, tell Richie they need a condom, too, if he’s going to just let this virtual stranger fuck him like this, but he just... doesn’t. There’s nothing about not using a condom that’s appealing to him. Nothing at all. It must just slip his mind.

Richie pushes Eddie out from under the spray of water, dragging him along the wall, and once he’s rubbed some lube on his fingers he grabs Eddie’s wrists again to keep him in place as he fingers him, and frankly it’s just fucking ridiculous that his fingers are big, too, and Eddie hates that he’s so attracted to this asshole, and that he wants this so fucking bad he thinks he would actually die if Richie were to stop right now. Richie tells him how good he is in the same breath he calls him a slut and a bitch, and then calls him his “pretty baby” while telling him he shouldn’t be so tight for someone who supposedly spreads his legs to anyone looking for a hole to fuck. He bites all over his throat and sucks hickeys anywhere he can reach, while he digs his fingers right into his prostate until Eddie’s trying to rip his hands from Richie’s grip, and then keeps going until there are tears streaming down his face, and his cock is so hard where it’s trapped between Eddie’s stomach and the wall that it hurts. He thinks he might be close to coming when Richie finally slips his fingers out of him and then, because he’s a fucking asshole, he smears what’s left of the lube across Eddie’s cheek. 

“Oh, shut the fuck up. We’re in a shower, you can wash it off after,” he snaps when Eddie starts spitting expletives at him. “You’re being fucking ungrateful, kitten. Maybe I should just leave you here to finish this up on your own.”

Eddie shuts up real fast, and Richie’s laughing at him, low and cruel, as he trembles where he stands. The feeling of the laughter rattles through him where they’re pressed together, back to chest, and Eddie’s pretty sure Richie pinning him against the wall is the only reason he’s still upright, because his legs have gone weak and he’s lightheaded. But he has to move, and when Eddie starts slipping down the wall as he shifts back, Richie just laughs louder, catching him around the waist and pausing to lick from the base of his throat to his jaw when Eddie tumbles back into him. “You losing touch there, or what?”

Eddie murmurs something that he hopes to be an affirmative, because he’s maybe a little numb everywhere and maybe a little dizzy and all he wants right now is for Richie to just fucking rail him. He wants to forget his own name. He wants Richie to add to the bite marks and hickeys already littering his neck and his shoulders. He wants him to come inside him and just leave it there. Another wave of dizziness overcomes him. “Please...” is all he manages, and then he’s being shoved face-first into the wall again, Richie still holding him up around the waist, and the head of his cock is pressing to his hole and he’s saying, “please” again, while Richie tells him in a voice warm with mirth, “Don’t you worry, kitten, I’m gonna give you exactly what you want.”

[jeagerism]

hi!! if you’re still accepting fic requests, could u maybe write a flower shop! AU and the quote “how do i passive aggressively say fuck you in flower” with kook or any member u want please?! it doesn’t really matter if the reader or the member says the quote hehe! Thank you so much!!

hi bby ! thank you so so much for the request ! this is super cute i lov flower shop aus. and i lov koo, so ur in luck ! it's also bf2l bc i am a sucker for that trope ! (sorry this took so long, lovey <3)

jeon jungkook + flower shop!au + "how do i passive aggressively say fuck you in flower?"

Jungkook sees you come into the shop. You're frowning, those lines between your brows that always show up when you have that look. And he makes eye contact with you, but as much as he wants to remove himself from behind the counter and attend to you, he has a job to do.

So he settles, and keeps helping the nice lady in front of him. As quickly as he can.

"What's wrong?" He joins you by the sunflowers, where you're fingering the petal, still frowning. Pressing his thumb in between your eyebrows gently, he smoothes out the skin there. "Was your teacher being an ass again?"

You chuckle, leaning into him with a small smile. "No. I mean, yes, but I'm not in a mood because of him this time." You continue walking parallel to the flowers a few seconds longer, before you back up and turn so you're facing him directly.

Jungkook raises an eyebrow, tilting his head. "What?"

"I'm gonna tell you something. And I don't want you to say anything, I'm just telling you. Because you're my best friend and best friends tell each other these things. I think." You shake your head. "Anyways...I got asked on a date."

"You wha-"

Putting your hand over his mouth, you glare. "And I said yes."

"Mmm?!"

"It's tonight at seven and we're going to a restaurant that I've been wanting to go to and I'm wearing a dress. The yellow one that I bought and never wore."

Jungkook removes your hand with a roll of his eyes. "Okay. Okay, um. Cool."

"Really? Like, actually cool? Like you're happy for me cool."

He hates it. If he were to actually admit it, he hates the fact that you're going on a date. If it were up to him, you be going on a date with him. But it's not, and you're not, so again. He settles.

"Of course I'm happy for you, dummy." He is. He's happy you're happy, he just wishes you were happy because of him. Your eyes are shining. "Be careful, and call me if you need me, okay?"

It's your turn to roll your eyes. "Yes, I know. Thank you, mom." But you smile at him, before continuing on your path through the shop. "Now c'mon, I need new flowers for the desk in my room."

`·´ `·´ `·´

Jungkook is a good friend.

He knows he's a good friend. You've told him that more times than he can count. He does his best, every time, and even when he's done that, he does more.

He's a good friend, and good friends answer the phone when they're needed. Even at nine o'clock at night, when he's comfortable, and just getting ready to start another episode of Vagabond.

"Hello?"

"Uh, hey, Kook." He sits up at your tone immediately.

"Are you okay? Did you make it home safe? Did he do something? Do I need to kick his ass? Was the date bad?"

You laugh sadly. "Well, in order for it to be bad, there would've needed to be a date, so...", you trail off.

He huffs. "He stood you up?" Jungkook stands, snatching his keys off the table and shuffling his feet into his shoes. "He's an asshole, babe-"

"I know", you murmur, "I know, I just...I've been sitting at this table for two hours now, a-and I can feel the waiters staring at me. And I don't...I don't know if they're laughing at me, but it feels like they a-are and I really wanna c-cry." Every break in your voice kills him. "Can you pick me up?"

"I'll be there in ten." He looks around his room, before gnawing on his lip in thought. "Actually, fifteen. Hang tight, babe, I'm coming."

`·´ `·´ `·´

He gets there in fourteen minutes, but who's counting? When he walks into the restaurant, he can see your hunched over form by the back window. He makes his way over, dropping into the seat in front of you. "Hey", he says softly, reaching out his hand, palm up, for you.

When you look up at him, Jungkook swears his heart breaks and skips a beat at the same time.

Because you're crying, twin tears following a path down your cheeks. But you look beautiful. So he's at a standstill.

"I'm gonna kick his ass for making you cry." No, he's not.

You sniffle. "No you're not." You place your hand in his, scooting closer to the table. "You're", you do a double take, blinking, "you're wearing a nice shirt."

"Hey", Jungkook calls, grinning goofily at you, "all my shirts are nice, thank you." But he squeezes your hand. "You deserve a date at the restaurant you've been dying to go to. And if Shitface Mcgee won't take you, then I will." Jungkook puffs his chest out, which makes you giggle, which makes him melt. "This is gonna be the best damn date you've had."

And he knows he's probably your last choice of a date, but he's hoping he's at least a choice. He'll be fine with being last, as long as he can stop you from crying tonight. He'll settle, as long as you're happy.

"Okay." You smile, and push away the glass of coke, watered down from the wait. "Okay."

Jungkook looks up, and raises his hand to signal a waiter. "Okay."

`·´ `·´ `·´

"How do I passive aggressively say fuck you in flower?"

It's the first thing you say to Jungkook when you walk into the shop. Four days after your date, and it's hasn't been mentioned other than when you'd thanked him the next morning. It hasn't been mentioned, but he can't stop thinking about it.

Jungkook wraps the bow around the current bouquet he's working on. "Uhhhh, geraniums...some foxglove, a few meadowsweets. Add some yellow carnations and you've got your fuck you down pack." He looks up, locking eyes with you. "Why?"

"Shitface Mcgee said hi to me today."

"Add orange lilies, too." He finishes the bouquet, placing it to the side and coming from behind the counter. Jungkook bustles about, grabbing the flowers with baited breaths. He gathers them all in his fist, scowling. "I'm using a brown ribbon for this."

You wet your lips with a confused look. "Brown?"

Jungkook nods, making his way back behind the counter to tie it up. True to his word, he grabs a brown ribbon from the box to his left, wrapping it around the crinkling paper holding the flowers together. "Yes. Brown. Because it makes the bouquet look ugly."

You laugh, and his stomach flutters. "You didn't actually have to do it, you know." You lean across the counter, a little closer to him. He feels his heart jump into his throat at your next question.

"How do you say I have a crush on you?"

Jungkook pauses, almost too long before he finishes the bow on the bouquet. He holds it safe in his hands, blinking down at it before answering. "Um...w-white camellias? And, um, gardenias? Red tulips..." He shrugs.

"Can you make me a bouquet with those, too?"

With a sigh, he looks up. "Sure." There's a drag in his step as he carries out your request, and he's doesn't say anything as he removes the flowers from their displays. Jungkook pokes his tongue into his cheek as he makes it, fingers twitching. He forces himself not to use brown ribbon for this, too.

He picks a yellow one. He knows it'll look good together. Biting his bottom lip, he reaches both hands out - one with each bouquet. "Here you go." Jungkook's not gonna charge you. Flowers are a language he knows well, and he knows you as much as he knows it. He settles.

You reach forward, grasping one of the bouquets in your hand. It's the 'fuck you' one, ugly brown ribbon tied around it. He waits for you to grab the other, but you don't.

"Do you want me to carry this one for you, or...?"

Shaking your head, you laugh. "Those are for you, dufus."

Jungkook frowns. "Me?" The gears turn in his head, until he sucks in a small breath. "Oh", he softly utters.

"Oh?" You raise an eyebrow. "Just oh?"

He shakes his head. "I-I'm trying to come up with something else to say, but I can't, I just keep thinking..."

"Thinking?"

Jungkook makes eye contact with you, grip on the flowers tight. "Can I kiss you?"

You grin, a hand wrapped around the flowers. "Sure. How do you say that in flow-"

He leans across the counter, dropping the flowers he has onto the smooth surface, ignoring the paper folding. Both hands on your cheeks, he pulls you into him quicker than you can keep track of.

His lips mold with yours, warm. It's everything a first kiss with you should be, soft and slow. Jungkook is positive he could spend the rest of forever kissing you like this.

When he pulls away, it's only for air, although he wouldn't mind running out if it meant kissing you. You nudge your nose against his, your breath hitting his cheek. "So, I'm guessing you liked the flowers?"

"I've given you the same ones five times already", he breathes out, thumbs rubbing circles into the apples of your cheeks. "Took you long enough."

"I think we should have a redo on our date. One that doesn't start with me crying."

He's perfectly fine settling with that.

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[nananaptime]

Request scenario : na jaemin and (y/n) bff since they're smol and grew up together, now at high school when (y/n) meets a guy (can be one of the dreamies) who likes her, jaemin gets jealous bcs the guy is literally stealing her away, thankies♡ I luv u and ur writing so much author nim♡♡♡

Open Your Eyes

This took so long, oops xD

I hope you like it

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Genre: Angsty?

Word count: 2 401

Summary: Being in love with your best friend becomes obvious once there’s a reason for jealousy.

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Jaemin gave me a confused look as I skipped towards where my bike was parked outside the apartment complex and giggled as I approached him with it at my side. A judging look crossed his face as I the sound resonated from my throat, causing it to become even louder. He sighed, fighting the smile willing to appear on his face.

“What are you so happy about? Please, give me my normal friend back.” We climbed onto our bikes and started biking towards our local high school. He received my explanation all the while, listening and scoffing at the reason behind my giddiness. “So you’re reacting like this because someone new is joining our year? I knew you liked meeting new people but wow, not to this extent.” I shook my head at his teasing comments, knowing he meant nothing by it.

“From what I hear, he’ll be in my English and history classes, and I’ll do everything in my power to make him feel welcome. You know new students more often than not have a hard time adapting to school life with new people, especially when transferring in the middle of a semester.” He nodded, acknowledging the fact but not fighting the small pout that soon appeared on his face.

“Yeah, but someone else can do that, we were supposed to eat out at the bleachers today, and then you said you’d watch me practice my dancing after school.” The whiney tone grew with every word and I giggled at his behaviour.

“He can join us can’t he? If I’m not incorrect, I’ve snapped up that he dances as well so maybe you two can exchange tips or something. I’m not trusting someone else with the important task of making someone else feel welcome.” I caught the huff which left Jaemin’s lips but no more arguments followed it, and so we biked the rest of the way in peace.

We parted ways with a hug once we reached the school, him having to attend his science class and I, my English class.

There was already a boy talking to the teacher when I arrived, seemingly settling details such as the coursebook and what he already knew from his last school. He was clad in a slightly oversized hoodie with a pair of black jeans. I waited until they were done before approaching the desk with a smile. Ms, Williams had a knowing look in her eyes, silently thanking me for what she knew I was about to offer.

“Ms, Williams! Knowing how difficult it is to find students who have the time and want to introduce a new student to the school, I’m more than happy to shoulder the responsibility.” Ms, Williams’ smile grew as I finished my sentence and she instantly agreed, finding the idea to be exceptional. She encouraged the new student to connect with me today and suggested being seatmates in her class, knowing that might spur some conversation during the practical half of the class. With that said, I threw the new student a smile, relieved to see that he was already smiling back at me, seemingly not having anything against spending some time with me.

As we sat down, I introduced myself and found out that his name was Jeno in the process. His smile was so bright that his eyes were almost impossible to spot and just the sight of it caused another smile to appear on my lips. During the class, I spent most of the time explaining what we had been going over the past couple of weeks and later helped him as much as I could with the practical exercises. The entire ordeal was filled with laughter and jokes and I don’t think I’ve ever gotten this close to someone this quick before. Well, except for Jaemin.

Just before bidding each other goodbye I asked whether or not he’d the willing to join me and Jaemin for lunch later on. He shone up as soon as my enquiry registered and accepted with immense energy. Then he thanked me for giving him something to look forward to before being on his way to geography class.

The rest of the morning, I had a difficult time concentrating on what the teachers said, math had never come easy to me either way and hence, not concentrating did not make the challenge smaller. All I could think about was whether or not Jaemin would click with Jeno just as much as I did. He usually got along with everybody, so it shouldn’t be that much of an issue, but for some reason, I had a bad feeling at the bottom of my belly.

Jaemin met me outside the classroom and accompanied me to the cafeteria where we fetched our food. I didn’t get responses that was satisfactory while describing my encounter with Jeno. This only resulted in my bad feeling becoming worse and I threw a glare his way.

“Dude, you haven’t even met him, give him a chance before adapting that whiney personality you so regularly seem to display.” I accepted my food with gratitude and turned to him, stopping in the doorway to wait for Jeno to join us.

“He’s just a guy, no need to put him on such a pedestal.” I rolled my eyes as Jaemin sourly popped a potato tot into his mouth.

“Just you wait, you’ll like him, you like everybody, you don’t have it in you to dislike someone once you’ve met them, no matter how much you might want to.” He scoffed at me before stealing one of my fries. “Hey, you have your own food!” I exclaimed and laughed, moving my tray of food away from him.

“You took the last fries though!” He tried snatching yet another one but I smacked his hand away, causing him to retrieve it in fake shock. “Oh, now you’ve done it!” My shrieks caused many faces to turn our way as Jaemin’s finger found its way to my side, resulting in me crumbling in fits of laughter and screams, desperately trying to stabilize my tray of food in my arms while avoiding his attacks like the plague.

The ruckus ended only when someone cleared their throat beside us.

“Jeno!” I exclaimed, giving him a smile in return of the one he displayed on his face. “Jeno, this is my best friend Jaemin. Nana, this is Jeno.” Jeno extended his hand for a greeting which Jaemin accepted, albeit unwillingly. I bumped his shoulder, shooting him a meaningful look, telling him to be nice. With a small roll of his eyes, he turned his frown into a smile, putting in an effort to engage in some kind of conversation with Jeno. Satisfied with the current course of events, I started walking towards the bleachers, the boys behind me having a conversation regarding some new video game I wasn’t familiar with.

I sat down on one of the cold, metal benches outside, with Jaemin taking a seat next to me and Jeno on the bench further down in front of me, turned the wrong way around in order to exert some social sense. He joined in my and Jaemin’s talk about his upcoming dance recital which turned into me investigating his own dance story and what style he prefered. I could feel Jaemin’s eyes burning into the side of my face but did my best to ignore it, more surprised than anything as to why he wasn’t happy to talk about his biggest interest.

I asked Jeno if he could show us some moves, which he declined, explaining that he needed to warm up if he was to do any move justice. I heard Jaemin scoff at this and glanced at him, seeing him with his eyes turned to his food which he was just poking around at with his fork. Jeno’s smile faltered slightly but he continued socializing happily, not letting Jaemin’s rude behaviour get him down.

“You could show me another time then! We have many dance rooms at the school due to it being an extracurricular activity.”

“That’s a good idea!  I might need to buy new dancing shoes though, but I think I have the time to do that today after school. I need to check out this city anyway.” He took a bite of his food.

“If you want, I could accompany you and show you around. Wouldn’t want you getting lost.” All he could do was laugh at my joke, and nodded to accept my request.

“Y/N… You said you’d watch me dance after school.” I turned my attention to Jaemin and my heart broke slightly at the sad expression on his face, a small pout adorning his lips.

“Ah… Yes, I forgot about that. Can we postpone it? I mean, I’ve watched you dance so many times, it’s not like I’m missing anything, right?” His eyes shifted down to his food and a small “Yes” left his lips, leaving me feeling incredibly guilty. Before we could continue the conversation, the bell went off, alerting us of the end of lunch.

The shoe shopping had been quite enjoyable, especially since it had been followed by a cup of coffee at my favourite café as well as a visit to the bookstore and the game store, indulging in one interest each. We then bid each other goodbye at the bus stop as we were going in different directions and hence, catching different busses. We also decided to meet up earlier at the school library the next day as he needed some help with the History material he had gotten from their history teacher.

That’s where I was when my phone started ringing on the table beside me. I realised my mistake when I noticed the caller ID and answered it with a timid “hello”.

“Y/N, where are you, I’ve been waiting outside your place for ten minutes now and you’re never late.” The guilt instantly took hold of me.

“I am so sorry, Nana. I forgot to let you know that I was going to school earlier today. I’m helping Jeno with some school work.” I heard him suppress a groan.

“You’re with Jeno?”

“Yeah, he needed-”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever, I’ll see you later.” Then he hung up. I looked at the phone, feeling a lump in my belly at the thought of having hurt my best friend. My best friend whom I’ve tried suppressing my feelings for the last couple of years. My best friend who’s never left my side and always prioritised me, even over himself. which I’ve scolded him for on several occasions. I knew my own faulty traits, one of them being focusing all my energy on one event or one person and hence forgetting everything else around me. I can’t believe I let it affect Jaemin like this.

“You okay?” Jeno asked carefully, giving me a sympathetic look. I nodded slightly.

“Yeah! Yeah, let’s finish this before our classes start shall we.” I received another nod and we continued in silence, only talking when he had a question.

I didn’t see Jaemin until lunch, which he was spending alone by a table in the corner of the cafeteria, earphones in and ignoring the world around him. I fetched my food and sat down in front of him. He glanced up at me before removing his earphones with a sigh and putting them in his pocket.

“Nana, I really am sorry.”

“It’s fine, who am I to decide who you can and can’t hang out with.” He didn’t look at me as he said it and every word had been dipped in bitterness. A small sigh left my lips, trying to think of how I could fix this.

“You have dance practice this afternoon as well, right?” He nodded and continued eating. “I’ll join you then and you can show me what you’ve been working on!” I attempted to smile at him but it fell as quickly as I’d manage to conjure it.

“I can dance alone, you go spend time with Jeno.” Then he left to leave his now empty tray, leaving me alone at the table.

I decided to show up anyway. Maybe my stubborn personality would manage to win him over. I was not going to let this fight pull us apart, we had too many years of friendship under our belt for that.

He was warming up when I arrived at the dance studio, stretching down to reach his toes, which he didn’t succeed with but was satisfied with either way. He noticed me in the mirror as he stood to his full length again, cocking one eyebrow as to enquire the reason behind my presence.

“I thought I said I’d be fine on my own.”

“Yeah, but I wanted to watch you dance, you know how much I love seeing you do what you love.” He scoffed slightly, however, with less resentment than before.

“You sure you wouldn’t rather be with your new bestie?” This time, it was my turn to scoff and roll my eyes.

“You know that I’m allowed to have more friends than you right? I know I screwed up and I apologized for it, no need to be mean about it.”

“Of course you’re allowed to have friends, I just wish it didn’t rub the fact that that’s exactly what I am in my face.” He kept his eyes on the mirror, as he stretched his arms.

“What? What are you talking about Nana?” An unbelievable laugh left his lips and he turned to me.

“Y/N, I don’t want to be your friend. I never wanted to be just your friend.” My brain did not make the connection as fast as I would’ve liked.

“So, what? You don’t want to hang out with me anymore?” Another laugh and he shook his head at me.

“I really need to force your eyes open, huh?” The confusion written on my face caused him to approach me, stopping only inches away from me. “Y/N, I don’t want to be your friend, I want to be your boyfriend.” My breath hitched in my throat. He glanced down to my lips. “Would a kiss be inappropriate or would it be an action ending on a happy note?”

Instead of answering him, I cradled his face and pressed my lips to his in a soft kiss.