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I absolutely adore Yasuke. This guy really deserves to have a lot more people know about him. And I really like your blog a lot < 3 I thought I'd share one funny fact about Yasuke that I translated
I can't give up even if it's just some silly detail. Please share some information about Matsuda He's holding the sticks wrong
P.S. I also asked about the birthday, but Kodaka said it would cause a fuss… bruh
He really is just a silly guy <33 (he killed people)
but, fr, he deserves alot more attention from the fandom, and honestly if he was actually IN dr3, his popularity rank wouldve SKYROCKED
Thank you tho for the compliment and the matsuda love <3333
my silly lil guy..... cant even hold his chopsticks right <33333 i am so in love with him
(also kodaka you COWARD. but i am curious about how his birthday would cause a fuss when only a small group of fans are even AWARE of him lmao)
#dr0#scarposts#scaranswers#Maintagging#yasuke matsuda#do wonder if he just never was taught to use them properly bc his mom passed when he was so young#and just refused help later in life bc of his pride and his title of ult neurologist#anyway i love him sooooooooooooooo much#gives me so much shipping fuel tho#like junko bullying the fuck out of him#or ryoko trying to feed him#both of which would piss him off lmao
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vimes really hit them with the old
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#i hate the way tumblr makes text screenshots look like this soooo much PLEASE check the alt text for readability#this is still the funniest thumbs up photo on my phone like i checked. i outsourced and its still this. anyway LOVE HIM in this book#he's sooooooooooooooo on vacation but not really#monstrous regiment#sam vimes#discworld
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SIR YOU LITERALLY STARTED IT !!!!!!!!
#leigh is endwalking#leigh plays ffxiv#HE IS SOOOOOOOOOOOOO FUCKING GRUMPY. SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO UNBELIEVABLY GRUMPY.#I FUCKING SCREAMED AS I WAS WATCHING THE CUT SCENE WAITING FOR HIS VOICE TO SEE IF IT WAS HIM#my poor pc like 'why is this bih taking so many goddamn screenshots'#'so please favour us with your handsome face' ANSDJV KASDVKJNASD GHOST KAL OVER HERE LOSING THEIR FUCKING MIND#HIS EYES ARE SOOOOOOOOOOO FUCKING PRETTY IN THE CUT SCENES TOO. FUCK!!!!!!!!#ALSO. HE JUST PRETENDS LIKE HE CAN'T SEE YOU. AND CALLS YOU A THING.#AND HE GIVES YOU HIS FUCKING AETHER SO YOU CAN BE SEMI-NORMAL SIZED#also i love how they're just. setting up so much potential for hadesazem.#'if they truly wished to be here then they would be' JUST SAY YOU MISS AZEM YOU GRUMPY OLD MAN#'all i know is it's trouble. doubly so if it's their spitting image' HADES PLEASE. CAN'T HANDLE AZEM'S CHAOS??????#anyways if you need me i'll be in gpose as elpis for the foreseeable future#emet selch#kalyna orben#ffxiv#ffxiv endwalker#emetwol
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PRINCE!GOJO X KNIGHT!READER MY BELOVED i just thought about another thing and i need to get it out - i like to think out knights are connected ok. hear me out maybe my knight is just another version of yours - meaning if my knight had met satoru at a young age, they would've turned into your knight DOES THAT MAKE SENSE your knight is a bit more soft (still a warrior though!!!) while mine isn't as soft as they'd like to be and that's just because one grew up in a castle with the prince taking care of them and the other grew up having to fend for themselves they're all just sooooooooooooooo ahhhh i can't i keep thinking about your knight too like they all actually made a cozy little home in my head i love them so much
and i think your lovely "i think i was born to meet you." applies for my little prince and his little knight too:(((((((((((
- @softgirlgonehaywire
MICKEY I KNOW I SAY THIS EVERY DAY BUT WE RLLY ARE CONNECTED i was literally thinking abt this while answering that ask…. the differences between our knights…. AND UR SOSO RIGHT thats literally perfect. its canon to our lore now.
it makes sm sense too bc the reason why my knight!reader is so devoted to prince!gojo is bc he saved them!! and i think that also leads them to have a kind of hero complex where they want to return the favor, or save others the way he saved them… but to your knight satoru is just a silly little spoiled prince that theyve never met before, so why would they like him??
ok but now im just thinking abt our knights meeting each other…::: ur knight coming face to face w a version of them that isnt as hardened, that was saved and got to live a more peaceful life….. the envy and maybe contempt? or maybe just apathy. idk but i am THINKING
AND AND AND…….. ok but what if our princes met the other version of their knight 😵💫😵💫 HEAR ME OUT HEAR ME OUTTT
just…. ur prince!gojo meeting a knight!reader who is soso loyal and smitten w him (he would cry and explode i think)….. and my prince!gojo meeting a knight!reader who lost their smile (WHO HE FAILED TO SAVE oh i think that would just break him)…… my knight being so indulgent and ur satoru taking full advantage of it, ur knight getting hissy when my gojo acts overprotective…… HHHHH IM LOSING IT MICKEY CAN U FEEL IT……..
anyways in my head theyre one big found family who take care of each other <333 love & peace on planet earth etc etc. they were meant to meet each other one way or another!!!
#THE ARI/MICKEY KNIGHT&PRINCE MULTIVERSE GOES CRAZY#i also think its so funny how one side is just fluff bc sweet lil prince!gojo gets a knight who loves him back#while the other side is just gut-churning soul-shattering Angst LOL#but tbh i think ur prince would miss having a knight who will just beat the shit out of him#and my prince would literally throw up out of guilt if he learned abt the pain ur knight went thru LMAO (there are tears in my eyes.)#THE INTERACTIONS FLOODING MY BRAIN RN…. mickey u keep infecting me more and more pls stop i cant take it 💔💔#ok but im also soso curious to learn more abt ur little prince so i can dissect the differences between our gojos too…#my spontenous take was just that maybe my gojo is a lil more twisted..? cruel maybe? but i honestly dont know#i feel like theyre both soft and kind but also a little sick in the head#maybe ur gojo is a bit more spoiled or coddled……… less detached?? mickey im so interested in him u dont even know#i cant wait to learn more!!!#ask tag ✩
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Hello! Sorry if this is a weird ask to receive but I've been plagued by Thots™ and I needed to share.
Now, idk what kind of music you prefer but I offer for your consideration Painkiller by Three Days Grace for Leander bc it's given me a vision, lyrically at least bc the vibe of the music is a bit too aggressive (unless you consider angry Leander? 👀) Like the unwillingness of the singer to let go, the way they're so possessive and adamant they can help with the pain and how they're described like a drug (poisonous Leander realness), the insistence of knowing the person the song's directed at, the jealousy in the end ("did you find another cure" HELLO??) But yeah I just think the song really fits with him. He IS the dose that I die on <3.
Anyways, I'd love to hear your thoughts. Much love!
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Giggling kicking my feet i love aggressive music for leander it makes me sooOOoOOoOOoOOOO ARF ARF ARF GRAFF BARK BARK HEEHEEHEE oh this is so good thank you i enjoy this very much it is so leander fr fits him so well WOOHOHOHOOHOHOOH BRAINROT!!!!!!!!
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Silly Game Time: Who are some of your favorite Bad Guys in fiction, and why?
I'm not talking a mere antagonist nor a character who might be doing bad things reluctantly or even for good, noble reasons. I mean a *villain* who's out there causing trouble and/or scheming because *they want to*, and are usually enjoying it. They can be from any sort of story (books, movies, shows, games, OCs, etc.), so long as they're an honest-to-badness *villain*.
OH, BOY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Maybe not a so-long list down here BUT I'LL RANT!
In no particular order:
KEFKA PALAZZO from Final Fantasy VI!
This bitch is crazy. He basically got a lobotomy through tech/magic and, OH, BOY. Things would have gone so different if he hadn't. This crazy man has no affiliations other than himself/being pure chaos, he's so silly yet so creepy, he'd murder basically everyone on his army just for shits and giggles, you're truly never playing it safe with him and I'M SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO INTO THAT! He's one of the greatest FF villains in my opinion just because you never know what he's gonna do next!
Porky/Pokey Minch from Mother 2/Earthbound and Mother 3!
Yeah, I know, by many I'd be told "but that's a kid". Yes, he is, and I think he's even worse than the ACTUAL final boss of EB/mother 2. Giygas/Giegue (true final boss)... He had a reason to become that way. Pokey? I can see where he came from, and one could argue that he was under Giygas' control and that he went mad over it, but he continued to be that way and even worse AFTER Giygas was defeated and thus, it led to the events of Mother 3 (a lot of time travel shenanigans, people stripped from their families, ecosystems going to hell, brainwashing... many things to say, really). I dunno, there's so much to say about this fellow.
MARX from Kirby!
Marx. Sweet, menacing, Marx. This bad boy got the moon and sun into a fight, then convinced Kirby to collect some stars to wish the fight to break and then backstabbed the pink orb just like that, and although one could argue that he never intended to injure Kirby for real (as they were supposedly friends and went "Sea you later:3 " after the backstabbing, it doesn't change the facts that he decided to become a menace, destroy and cause mayhem around the whole galaxy because...? Because?... According to Star Allies, because he was hungry. Honestly? That's such a mood.
Bonus points because he's also creepy af! I LOVE HIS BOSS BATTLE IN EVERY MEDIA! From OG Kirby Super Star to Super Star Ultra to Smash! I'm so sad they didn't let Sakurai cook so much as to not level up the age rating so much for the game, I'D HAVE LOVED TO SEE WHAT HORRORS MARX HAD IN STORE FOR US!
Magolor - From Kirby too!
My favourite egg-shapped villain <3 His plan was much alike as Marx's: get Kirby to do the dirty work for him and then backstab him. It's said the crown corrupted him, but his whole plan was all the time getting the crown for power anyways! Idk if the Kirby's Return to Dreamland Deluxe has any explanation for all the stuff he pulled (I'm trying to remain spoiler-free from his mode), but even when he was reformed, he still has got that mischief in him!
Besides, he makes such a cute couple with Marx, lol!
(His crimes will be passion crimes for me until stated otherwise).
Other honourable mentions from Kirby although questionable as being "evil" is on their nature:
Dark Matter (including the zeros).
Void Termina
Nightmare
THANKS FOR THE ASK!
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Okay okay I have a LOT OF FUCKING THOUGHTS KIKI. Like I said to you over DM, I wish I could split myself in two and experience this as a younger, unmarried person. Because I’m reading this through the lens of someone in a marriage I’m reading this automatically biased to want to root for the partnership – even if “rooting for it” means “respecting it enough to let it die” BUT I’M GETTING AHEAD OF MYSELF.
““Being in your early twenties hardly makes you an adult,” he mutters.” BUT YOU’LL FUCK WITH HER ANYWAY?? HMM?????
“The silver ring on his finger digs into your scalp like a knife.” This is literally the line from the sniipet you shared a LONG time ago that had me like “dammit I have to read this one”. THE SYMBOLISM, KIKI, THE SYMBOLISM!!!!!!!!!!!!
“You don’t have to tell him that it’s all a façade, and everything’s already been undone.” I GASPED.
““Don’t you think it’s a little unfair?” Despite his warning, she continues. “Getting her used to sleeping with you and then not being here?”” SCREAMS! BECAUSE! THIS COULD GO! FOR READER TOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So on my second read I’m really struck by a few things – how utterly empty Jungkook is, how HARD reader is trying – to be MORE, to be BETTER.
“That ugly, bitter, jealous side of you thinks maybe she just doesn’t know him the way you do.” Honestly kudos to you as a writer because this sentence made me VISCERALLY angry!!!!!!!! Like! Bitch!!!! That is his WIFE!!! They have shared, and continue to share, and WILL continue to share so much that you will never be privy to!!! They fucking parent together!!! You are not in this equation!!!! You think she didn’t see the best sides of him before things went bad? Oooooooooh I just wanna slap her or shake her or push her through another window!!!!
“ He doesn’t compromise any of his space for you.” MORE!!!!!!!! SYMBOLISM!!!!!!!!!!!! You know who he DOES make room for? Yul and literally no one else lol both these women should just cut their losses and go find someone who believe in therapy.
“he grunts over the material, “the best I’ve ever had.”” I FULLY BELIEVE THAT THIS MAN IS EMOTIONALLY MANIPULATIVE AND THIS IS EVIDENCE BAGGIE #1 BYE. Like bro if you’re not TRYING to egg her on and keep her chasing and hoping then why tf would you say shit like that to her, have some sense.
“Don’t give up on me” evidence baggie #2.
PLeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaase this bitch does not love her!!!! Evidence baggie #3.
Qit. Wa-AIT. KIKI WAIT. WAIT. WAIT. THE FIRST READ THIS DIDN’T EVEN. OH MY GOD. CATCHER IN THE RYE. BECAUSE AT THE END YOU FIND OUT ABOUT THE BROTHER. JUST LIKE IN THIS ONE YOU FIND OUT ABOUT SEOL KIKI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHAT I AM SCREAMING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Waaaahhhhhhhhhhhh they’re both sooooooooooooooo fucked up lmfaooooooo justice for seulgi she deserves better than these asshats!!!!!!
the weekend | jjk
⇢ PAIRING: dilf!jk x babysitter reader
⇢ RATING/GENRE: m/18+ | fwb, sm*t, angst
⇢ WC: 13.8k
⇢ WARNINGS: alright boyz strap in bc it's a doozy lmao, protected s*x, multiple org*sms (m & f), or*l s*x (m receiving), face f*ck, f*ngering, rough s*x, face slapping, sp*nking, exh*bitionism, sir k*nk, t*tty f*ck, t*tty sucking (duh), body piercings (n*pples), age gap (reader is 23 and jk is like 30), infid*lity (reader is the other woman), ch*king, overst*mulation, sp*tting, man handling, finger s*cking, d*m jk, brief mentions of past add*ction, implied passing of a bby (mainly subtext w no details given), maybe unrequited love, maybe not (EVIL CACKLE), some dark thoughts discussed (nothing too graphic or detailed), fighting n yelling n crying yikes, all of these characters are v flawed (except for yul duh), cute bby moments!!, oc is v immature n naive n contradicts herself a lot, she maybe has a thing for older guys bc of that, some bl*od (just a scrape on the knee but ik bl*od can be triggering), this relationship is extremely toxic and not meant to be desired!!!, one homage to trixie mattel lmao
⇢ SUMMARY: every weekend, you give jungkook a little taste of something he’s missing monday through friday.
⇢ NOTES: so after months and months of planning this fic (i literally posted the teaser in JANUARY UM??), it's finally here. i think this is my fav thing i've written thus far and i worked v hard on this! would love to know ur thoughts, feedback is always appreciated!! ty @/taegularities for betaing!! (for whatever reason, this fic refuses to show up in tags n it sucks n nothing i do fixes it so i shall leave it be lol)
You can't tell what’s louder—the crunch of dewy, end-of-summer grass pricking the soft skin of your thighs like angry thorns, or the cracking of bones as your body thumps to the ground from your bedroom window.
“Ah-” the whine is quickly stifled by a sharp hiss as you remember your dad’s sleeping figure is just behind the wall next to you. “Ouch,” you whimper, praying that the crash hasn’t reached his watchful ears. Carefully, you climb to your feet, brushing the dirt off your bare legs. You spot a fresh crimson scrape on your knee.
Fucking great.
Finally, after days of longing and waiting, the weekend has arrived. Today, in particular, is a fantastic day. You were trying to look sexy, and blood isn't exactly the sexiest accessory. Bringing your wrist up to your nose, you inhale the candy-scented liquid you had doused yourself in before leaving.
Perfume still in check, thank fuck.
Goosebumps form on your skin as you take long, dutiful strides, cool night mist gliding through the thin material of your long silk shirt. You’ve committed this path to memory—out the window, usually in a more graceful manner, through the neighbor’s yard, and then straight down the sidewalk to the black Mercedes Benz waiting for you at the end of the road.
If you hadn’t done this a million and one times already, you might’ve missed the vehicle, so dark that it blends into the night seamlessly. You can’t help but wonder if that’s his goal entirely.
Still, the excitement of it all makes you walk a little faster.
“Hey, Jungkook,” you smile as you slide into his black leather passenger seat, leaning over the center console to give his cheek a gentle peck. Maybe you’ve overstepped a boundary and muddied the lines in the sand of your… relationship, but you can’t help yourself. Seeing Jungkook was always a treat, one you looked forward to every Friday night for the past five months.
“Hi,” he says impassively, eyes darting over your figure. A loose strand of hair dangles in front of his eyes, teasing you. “You’re wearing makeup?”
“Oh, um…” You’re at a loss for words; surprised he noticed such a slight change in your appearance. Although his perceptiveness was something you noted shortly after you began working for him, you can’t help but feel flustered. “Yeah, I… wanted to look nice tonight. Totally busted my ass climbing out the window,” you laugh.
“Did you get hurt?” His straight brows furrow slightly, silver piercing reflecting the moonlight.
“Just a scratch.” You lift your leg to show him the red mark on your knee. “Didn’t break anything, though, so that’s a plus.”
Wordlessly, Jungkook reaches over, popping open the glove compartment before you and pulling out the first aid kit he keeps there for emergencies. The scent of clean linen wafts over you from his daily cologne. His scent. Only his. You try your best to subdue the possessive smirk forming. “You should be more careful.”
“I’m okay.”
“Be more careful,” he commands, peering up at you with an icy gaze. “Got it?”
Whether it’s the seven-year age gap between the two of you or the tone of his voice, you know better than to argue. “Yes,” you wince as he rubs Neosporin onto the open wound. “Besides, I wouldn’t have gotten hurt if my dad wasn’t so… overprotective.”
“Well,” he continues, sticking a pink Baby Shark bandaid to your skin before putting the box back, “as a father, I understand.”
“Yul is two, though,” you laugh, “I’m in my twenties.”
“Being in your early twenties hardly makes you an adult,” he mutters. "Besides, it doesn't matter. The need to protect your children always stays the same.”
“Poor Bunny,” you pout jokingly as you click your seatbelt on. “She’s going to be just like me when she’s older. Sneaking out of a window to see a boy because her daddy is a big grizzly bear.”
The comment has his nose twitching in irritation. “I’m done with this conversation, __.”
You freeze. Have you struck a nerve?
“Jungkook, I’m sorry,” you peep. “I didn’t mean to-”
“Stop.” His voice is flat, but your heart thumps. “It’s fine.”
All the excitement you feel suddenly morphs into an uncomfortable ache as you slump into your seat. It’s different than it was last weekend, positioned much closer to the dashboard than you would ever put it. There’s a claustrophobic sting in your chest as you realize someone else has been in this very spot.
You know they have, and you know who.
The deafening sound of the bulky silver band on his finger, tapping against the steering wheel as he begins driving to the hotel you frequent, is a sick reminder.
You swear there’s even a musky floral scent lingering in the air. Deeper and more mature than yours. It could be paranoia, or guilt, making you imagine things. Still, you hope your perfume finds its way into every fiber of his leather seats.
“How was your day?” Jungkook asks, interrupting any rational thought or doubt, luring you back into the vicious cycle.
“A bit stressful,” you sigh. “I applied for school today.”
“That’s good.”
“Yeah, pretty sure I messed up on the financial aid paperwork, though. It was super confusing; I didn’t understand any of it.”
“You should’ve brought it over. I could’ve helped you.”
Jungkook does have a master’s degree in finance. He could’ve been your Rosetta Stone, helping you decipher convoluted questions about taxes and deductions. However, you weren’t sure how he would’ve reacted to you pulling out your laptop post-sex, asking for assistance on something completely unrelated to your normal routine. “That’s not the type of thing we usually do when we’re together,” you shrug, “you know?”
Your response has him shifting in his spot, pierced bottom lip curling inwards like the words made him queasy. He was the one who encouraged you to go back to school in the first place. “I wouldn’t have minded,” Jungkook mumbles before quickly redirecting the dialogue, something he does whenever he’s frustrated or uncomfortable. “So, what’s the special occasion?”
“Huh?”
“What’s got you all dolled up?”
Oh, right. That special occasion. The one you’ve been anticipating since you were made aware of its existence.
“Happy three years sober!” You announce with a cheesy smile, throwing your arms up eagerly.
“Ah,” he huffs in recognition. His eyes are fixed on the road, but there’s the tiniest hint of a smirk on his face. Success. It takes everything in you not to physically rejoice. “I’m surprised you remembered.”
“What do you mean?” You ask with a pout. “How could I forget?”
“I don’t know.” Just like that, the flicker of happiness wisps away like a flame in the wind as his expression turns emotionless and stoic again. “It’s not really a big deal.”
You frown. Must he always be so… cold?
‘It’s okay to smile; you deserve it,’ is what you want to tell him. It's not your place, though. You opt for: “It’s a huge deal, Jungkook,” instead. Reaching over, you gently tuck the stray strand of hair behind his decorated ear.
A somber aura hangs around him like a dark, dreary rain cloud, and in moments like this, when it’s so visible, you just… need to touch him.
It’s stupid to think that you’re the special one; that you’ll be the girl to turn the rain into a rainbow and save him from himself, but you can’t refrain from trying.
“Did you celebrate?”
He shakes his head. “Went to work.”
You can tell from his outfit—a sleek black blazer resting neatly on top of an even darker button-up and tie. His long hair is slicked back, but gravity, and his ten-hour long shift took their toll, making the strands hang slack, short undercut peaking through. He looks so incredibly sexy. Maybe, you can comfort him in the only way you know how…
“Well, there’s still time.” You point to the clock on his touchscreen stereo: 11:12 p.m. You throw your hair over your shoulder before slowly undoing the top two buttons of your shirt, revealing the skimpy black lingerie set you splurged on just for tonight. Just for him. “We can celebrate…”
“Yeah?” His cheek bubbles, tongue poking at the inside of his mouth, eyebrow jumping at your suggestion. “How so?”
You bite your lip, contemplating your next move. Hastily, you unbuckle your seatbelt and lean over the center console. It’s reckless, but so is being with a man like Jungkook. When you finally get to have him the way you want, you’re incapable of rationality.
One night of him isn’t enough. What kind of tease is that? You need at least six more to be satisfied…
“__,” he warns, arching his head away from your sneaky lips. “Put your seatbelt on. Wait until we get to the hotel.”
“Where’s the fun in that, though?” You pout, cupping his cheek in your hand and batting your eyelashes innocently. Jungkook doesn’t take the bait, giving the desolate road ahead his unwavering attention. Despite his nonchalant demeanor, you can tell you’re getting to him. Below you, his slacks tighten around his thick, tensed thighs. He’s playing right into your hands. Needily, you tongue the little silver hoops dangling from his ear.
“If I have to pull over, you’re in trouble.”
“Maybe I-”
A hushed ‘fuck’ cuts you off as the car comes to a screeching halt. Jungkook slams on the brakes, coming too close to the slower vehicle in front of you for comfort. Luckily, his dad reflexes kick in. His strong hand grips your waist tightly, preventing you from barreling forward. You brace yourself by clutching his shoulders, and when the adrenaline rush fades, you finally look at him. His nostrils are flared, and his jaw is clenched painfully tight. He’s pissed.
You know you should apologize, or be a little shaken up, but the blinking of the turn signal as he pulls to the side of the dark highway has your mouth watering. This is just what you wanted.
Jungkook sighs in frustration, tilting his head back against the headrest. The movement is counterintuitive, exposing the inked canvas of his neck that you’re desperate to paint red and purple.
A hand fists your tangled hair, pulling you off with a harsh yank before you have the chance to sink your teeth in. The silver ring on his finger digs into your scalp like a knife. “Do not fucking mark me.”
The feeling of the frigid metal is agonizing. Not physically—his grip loosens immediately after the initial tug—but emotionally. You know why he doesn’t want you to mark him. Any evidence of you, other than your weekly babysitting duties, would unravel the entire life he’s built for himself.
Jungkook is an intelligent man, though. You don’t have to tell him that it’s all a façade, and everything’s already been undone.
“I’m sorry.” Your voice comes out frail and shaky. “I just want you.”
And like some cruel joke, his phone rings.
The contact image would typically make you swoon. It’s a picture of him and his daughter from her first birthday party; her sticky, strawberry ice cream covered hands holding his cheeks as he stares at her with scrunched eyes and a big smile. You think that picture is the only time you’ve ever seen him genuinely happy.
The bold, white font at the top of the screen makes you sick to your stomach.
‘Wife.’
Jungkook releases your hair and places a finger over his mouth, signaling you to shut up, before answering.
“Yes, Seulgi?”
“Your daughter would like to speak to you.”
Her voice makes you want to curl into yourself. Whenever you talk to Seulgi regarding Yul, you’re able to compartmentalize and detach that part of yourself from this one. The one that’s sleeping with her husband. Hearing her in this compromised setting makes you feel absolutely repulsive.
After some rustling and tiny sniffles, Yul answers. “Da-” She only manages a syllable before breaking into a cry-induced coughing fit. You cringe, poor Bunny. “Daddy!”
“What’s wrong with my baby?”
You don’t mean to giggle, especially when the little girl you’ve grown to love so much is clearly distressed, but the intimidating, grumpy, tattooed businessman beside you, talking in full-on pout, tickles your brain just right.
“I don’t wanna sleep alone!” Yul screeches in the most anguished, high-pitched tone.
“Bunny…” With the way his hands scrub down his face, you can tell the tears on the other end are physically affecting him. “Take a deep breath, please.”
There’s a shaky inhale, and a sad whine of an exhale as she tries to steady her respirations.
“Thank you, good job,” he affirms. “Yul, daddy is…” Dark pupils flicker over to you, his face scowled to match. He eyes you like you’re an annoying stain on his leather seat. A dirty little secret that’s keeping him from his daughter. The gesture sends a dagger through your chest. Usually, Jungkook tells his wife he’s working overtime, but he can’t bring himself to lie to his only daughter. “Busy.”
“B-B-But.” The wails have simmered down to a blubber. “Scared.”
“You have mommy, though, don’t you?” He counters exasperatedly, cogs turning at maximum speed to conjure up a solution. “And Ruru?”
Yul is a persistent girl. You’ve seen the two-and-a-half-year-old deadpan Jungkook with a ‘you can have them, then,’ when he tried to convince her that vegetables were delicious and totally not an abomination to tastebuds. “Jeon Ruru is scared, too.”
After a few months of dedication and trust building, Yul finally initiated you into her inner circle of squishmallows, all of which shared the surname, Jeon, followed by whatever random title her baby brain bestowed them. Jeon Ruru, a glass of strawberry milk, was her favorite. You coo in remembrance.
“What about Ado?” Jungkook suggests, exhausting all his options.
“Ado?” She peeps curiously, and you can almost see her doe eyes scanning the room for her runner-up, an avocado squishmallow you gifted her. “Ado’s sleepin’.”
“Can you go get him?”
There’s a long pause of contemplation before the pitter-patter of tiny feet on wood fills the speakers. “Jeon Ado!” She calls out, voice becoming distant as she runs to her bedroom, “daddy wantsa’ talk to you!” You make out a quiet ‘I’ll tuck you in’ when Seulgi helps her to bed. “Okay,” Yul huffs, breathless from her scurry down the long corridor, “he’s here.”
“Jeon Ado.” You rarely see this side of him, and it takes all of your strength to suppress the smile that’s creeping up. “Can you keep Yul safe while I’m away?” He even leans forward a bit, turning his ear towards the speaker as if he’s actually waiting for the stuffed avocado to answer, subconsciously playing along with his daughter despite being miles apart. The scene puts your overwhelmingly sweet perfume to shame. “Uh, Yul, he said yes. So can you sleep in your big girl bed tonight?”
Reluctantly, Yul grumbles in agreement.
“Alright baby, goodnight. I’ll see you in the morning, okay?”
Again, she answers with a little grunt and a yawn.
“I love you.”
“Love youuu!” She extends the vowel for emphasis.
“I love you more.”
There’s a beat of silence before the sleepy girl simply responds ‘yep,’ not even attempting to argue. He glances at you, this time with a wholesome smile, eyes warm with burning stars. It’s moments like this that keep you hooked, you think. Like always, the feeling is short-lived. When Seulgi mumbles a sweet goodnight to her daughter, their daughter, you’re reminded that you shouldn’t even be observing this domestic interaction.
“You know,” the man begins, turning his attention to his wife, “if you had given her a warm bottle, she would’ve gone down without a hitch.”
“Jungkook, she’s too old for a bottle.” And just like that, the fire between them ignites. You’ve never actually witnessed the pair fighting, only felt the uncomfortable heat between them in passing. “And she’s too old to be co-sleeping. She never had an issue sleeping alone beforehand.”
“Alright,” he asserts, “if Yul’s okay, then we’re done here.”
“Don’t you think it’s a little unfair?” Despite his warning, she continues. “Getting her used to sleeping with you and then not being here?”
There were many things about having a daughter that Jungkook wasn’t prepared for.
It’s not that he didn’t do his research, and Yul certainly wasn’t an accident. He had wanted her more than anything. Especially after the…
Incident.
A baby-sized hole was left in Jungkook’s chest. Every day, it grew bigger and bigger until, eventually, that bitter emptiness would’ve swallowed him alive.
Jungkook needed Yul.
Still, there were certain things that parenting books and videos hadn’t warned him about, like the worry in his stomach whenever his daughter refuses her lunch, or the ache in his heart when he drops her off at daycare and she watches him leave through the window with a sad wave and tears rolling down her cheeks as if he’s just abandoned her forever. As if he or his wife aren’t going to pick her up in a mere four hours like they do every Tuesday and Thursday. His readings haven’t prepared him for the even stronger ache that consumes his entire body whenever he leaves for work too early and comes home too late, with barely any time to spend with his favorite person in the world.
Before Yul was even born, Jungkook and Seulgi had decided that co-sleeping was out of the question. Their room was for them, and he stood firm on that principle for a while. However, as time passed, their room became Seulgi’s, and the empty bedroom downstairs became his.
Jungkook couldn’t stand that room.
One night, after a particularly grueling shift, Jungkook trudges up the stairs for a late shower. Without finance talk or Yul’s babbles, he’s left to his own thoughts. Usually, under the scalding water, he wondered how his life turned out this way, or more so, why? This time, Jungkook wonders if there is even a reason to keep going at all.
He catches his reflection while brushing his teeth. His eyes are dark, cold, distant. Those same eyes belong to his daughter, but all he sees when looking into hers is love, innocence, and everything good in life.
Maybe, just maybe, there’s hope for him.
Taking a detour to Yul’s room, Jungkook does his best to quietly tip-toe around squishmallows and discarded markers. Underneath the pink blanket is a little ball of fluffy black hair. She’s got her thumb in her mouth—a bad habit he and Seulgi had been trying to nip in the bud—with her chubby cheeks squished against her pillow. There were few things he hated more than waking her up, especially when she was sleeping so peacefully, but for whatever reason, he couldn’t stop himself.
Tiny, confused cries fill the room as Jungkook scoops her up.
“Shh,” he hushes, smoothing his palm over her onesie-clad back. “It’s just me.”
“Da- ddy?” Immediately, she relaxes at the familiar sound of his voice, words slurred as she rubs the sleep out of her eyes with a little fist before peering up at him with big marble eyes.
“How was daycare, Bunny?”
“Scared,” she whimpers, slumping into his chest for comfort. “Scaredy cat.”
“Scaredy cat?” Jungkook repeats, trying to make sense of the phrase. “Who’s a scaredy cat?”
“Jeon Yul.”
Typically, Jungkook finds it adorable when Yul refers to herself in the third person. The way she says it this time makes him frown. “Jeon Yul is not a scaredy cat. Jeon Yul is a baby, that’s all.” Realizing that she’d probably heard the unfavorable title at daycare, his chest tightens. With a heavy sigh, he rests his chin on top of her round head, swaying back and forth. Her hair smells like green apples from her baby soap. “Why were you scared, sweetheart?”
“No color…”
On his lunch break, Seulgi informed him that she was picking Yul up early. In an attempt to encourage her to engage with other children, the teacher took away Yul’s crayons, sending her into a full-blown tantrum. Jungkook knew his daughter well, a spitting image of him in every capacity. The crayons weren’t the problem; it was that crippling shyness that made her afraid of socializing with nearly anyone other than you and her parents.
Her back ripples with tiny hiccups as she recounts the events. Jungkook decides it’s best to change the subject, not wanting to upset his two-year-old anymore—especially this late at night.
“Guess what?”
Yul grunts an inquisitive noise.
“Daddy got you Baby Shark coloring books.”
Her wispy bedhead bounces as she glances side to side, inspecting her room for any sign of new Pinkfong merchandise. Jungkook was genuinely amazed at her ability to keep track of it all, considering how much he and his wife loved to spoil her rotten. However, the word ‘rotten’ doesn’t even come close to describing his baby. “Where?”
“In my car,” he laughs, slicking her choppy bangs out of her eyes. “We’ll color tomorrow., okay?”
“I like Baby Shark,” Yul says, completely ignoring his question. The teeniest, tiniest, most precious yawn slips out, two little front teeth on full display before her lips smack together sleepily. Truly living up to her nickname.
“I know you do.” He’s still rocking her gently, buying some time before she falls back into sleep’s arms and out of his. “I missed you so much today.”
“Why?”
As of late, ‘why’ seems to be Yul’s favorite word.
Why is the sky blue?
Why do vegetables taste yucky?
Why is daddy’s nose so big?
He’d be lying if he said that last, brutally honest question hadn’t caught him off guard when she first uttered it on his hip at the grocery store.
“Because I love you.” It’s the most effortless sentence he’s ever spoken. The most natural feeling he’s ever felt.
“Why?”
“Because,” his eye roll is disconnected from his growing smile, “you’re so cute!” If they weren’t enclosed by the four pink walls of Yul’s bedroom, Jungkook would be embarrassed at the squeakiness of his usual monotone voice. Leaning down, Jungkook blows a raspberry against her doughy cheek, a tried and true method of making her laugh. “Do you want to sleep in my room?”
It’s against his better judgment and the ground rules he had agreed to, but he just… really needs to spend time with her tonight. The small nod against his chest seals the deal. Before he gets to the door, Yul stops him with an exaggerated gasp.
“Daddy, Ruru!”
“Ruru?”
She grunts, frustrated at her father’s confusion, frantically pointing at her partner in crime, the strawberry milk squishmallow lying neatly underneath her comforter. Just how she left it.
“Yul,” Jungkook starts, taking a few steps backward and bending at the waist, allowing her to take the oversized stuffie into her arms. “Isn’t this Mimi?” As far as Jungkook knows, the pink milk carton with a face had always been Mimi; a name Yul had dubbed it since he brought it home a couple months back.
“Ruru,” she states affirmatively.
And ever since then, Yul’s been a co-sleeper.
Jungkook prided himself on knowing his daughter like the back of his tattooed hand. Whether it’s a sixth sense, some innate father’s instinct that the parenting videos mentioned, or his own attention to detail, he could read her like a book. However, sharing a bed with the tiny human taught him something he had been blissfully unaware of:
Yul sleeps wild.
More often than not, Jungkook was awoken by a tiny foot kicking his back, or by his own reflexes as he was somehow pushed to the very corner of the bed by his twenty-pound baby. There were even a few times when a harsh tug on his hair acted as an alarm clock. When he turned around to confront the culprit, however, she was fast asleep, arm slung over one of the many squishmallows that had worked their way into his room.
Having her with him was worth all bald spots and bruises, though. It’s bad, he knows it, and night by night, Yul becomes more attached. Getting her acclimated to daycare had been hell, to say the least. He knows co-sleeping has possibly made her more reluctant to socialize than she already was.
Still, Jungkook can’t help but wonder who’s more dependent on the other. When he thinks about it, undoubtedly, the answer is him. Because as long as he wakes up to a little foot in his back, a fist in his hair, and the smell of green apple baby soap, he has a reason to keep going.
“Don’t you think she deserves better?”
Her sharp words swipe through the air like a blade. Even you feel the cut, cautiously eyeing Jungkook. You can’t read his expression, but something about it makes you rub a comforting hand over his shoulder. He doesn’t react to your touch at all.
There’s a sullen pause before he finally answers. “I think Yul deserves everything.”
“Right… Goodnight, Jungkook.” She hangs up before he has the chance to respond. Seulgi always struck you as a level-headed person, albeit a bit aloof, but never unfair or cruel. You assume she’s just being spiteful, because anyone who knows Jungkook would never question his dedication to his daughter. That ugly, bitter, jealous side of you thinks maybe she just doesn’t know him the way you do.
“Are you okay?” You whisper as if approaching a wounded animal, ready to attack.
“On Fridays,” he starts, eyes shamefully dropping to his fidgeting hands. “Yul spends the day with my parents.”
His incessant need to defend his parenting makes your heart ache. “Hey, I-”
“She’s usually asleep by the time I leave work.”
“Kook,” you interrupt his rambling. “You don’t have to explain; I understand... I think you’re an amazing father.”
Lifting his head, Jungkook looks you directly in the eyes. His are glassy and gentle now, but the fingers that hook into your lace bra, right between the cups, are rough and abrasive. “C’mere,” he gruffs, pulling you over the center console until you’re uncomfortably sandwiched between his solid chest and the steering wheel. There’s no effort to make room for you; he doesn’t slide his seat back. He doesn’t compromise any of his space for you. You accept it, steadying yourself on his shoulders with a grunt.
Sometimes, you question what your presence in his life truly is. Are you an escape or a punching bag? Are you merely something he can sink his nails and teeth into when angry? Something he can break without consequence? The sound of thread ripping and buttons popping fills the car as he slides the silk off your shoulders, letting the delicate material fall to the floor without a care in the world.
“You wore this for me?” A fingertip lightly traces the petite swell of your breasts, barely bulging over the frilly black cups of your push-up. The sensation sets your skin ablaze.
“Mhm,” you confirm, “I wanted today to be special.”
“You care about me?” Moonlight cuts through the dewy window, beaming against the side of his pale face, highlighting the taut pull in his features. His question seems genuine, but the answer is obvious, isn’t it? Simply being here with him makes the entire foundation of your soul, all of your morals and beliefs, crumble to pieces. Against your better judgment, you’re still here.
Yearning. Trying. Fighting.
You swipe a thumb over his thick brows, trying to ease the angry crinkle that’s become a permanent fixture on his beautiful face. You comb through his hair. It’s a little knotted, a little crunchy from old gel.
The answer should be obvious, but you don’t think Jungkook could internalize love if it was right in front of him.
“I care about you,” you say truthfully, “a lot.”
The stars in his eyes gleam for a moment, glowing bright and vibrant, before they’re engulfed by the suffocating blackness of his pupils.
“You poor thing,” Jungkook tuts, trailing his fingers up your neck before grasping your jaw with a single hand. The baby fat of your cheeks mushes together from the force. “You're gonna let me do whatever I want to you, aren't you?”
The tone of his voice has your heart fluttering and your stomach churning with thick hot desire. Gripping his wrist with both hands, you moan out a ‘yes,’ unconsciously grinding down onto his slack-covered bulge. He’s barely touched you yet and your cunt is leaking, making a mess of your itty bitty thong and his work suit.
“Right, of course.” With the same hand holding you, Jungkook taps his index finger against your glossy pout, “open.” Just barely parting your lips, you let the thick digit slide between them. Immediately, he presses down against your tongue, trying to coax a gag out of you. “What if I want to fuck this pretty little mouth until you cry? How does that sound? Would you like that?”
Inhaling deeply, you nod. That sounds absolutely perfect.
“I don’t know if you can handle it, though,” he lulls, retracting his finger before plunging it back in, all the up to his inked knuckle. You squint in defiance. He’s teasing, but you can’t fight the tinge of anger in your chest. If there’s one thing you can do, it’s suck a mean dick. Looking him directly in the eyes, you swirl your tongue against his palm with ease, not choking once. You feel his cock twitch against the supple flesh of your inner thigh.
Unamused by your antics, Jungkook yanks his hand back angrily, making a string of saliva drip down your chin. Maybe a full face of makeup wasn’t the best idea. “Get in the backseat,” he orders huskily, wiping the damp skin on his blazer. Biting back a smirk, you climb off his lap and wriggle over the center console. You situate yourself on the cool leather, laying down and assuming face-fuck position.
The yellow glow of headlights swims across the ceiling as a passing car drifts down the misty highway. This is the first time in five months that you and Jungkook are out in the open, blissfully oblivious to the possibility of getting caught. It’s childish, but you hope someone sees. For a moment in time—in a wandering eye’s glimpse of reality—you’re his and he's yours.
“Couldn’t wait until we got to the hotel, huh?” Jungkook huffs when he opens the door. Giddily, you lean your head back over the edge of the seat, coming face to face with the tent in his pants. His hands frantically work to unbuckle his belt, desperate to bury himself inside of you. His favorite escape. “Well, since you want to act like a fucking whore-” his pants fall to his knees with a clang when he unbuttons them, “-I’ll treat you like one.”
“Please,” you whimper, noting the wet spot on his gray Calvin Kleins. Reaching up, you lightly drag your nails across it, teasingly pinching the head of his cock before he tugs his boxers down. A big greedy smile spreads across your face as his semi springs out.
The sight makes your lips part. It’s so pretty. Something about how the moonlight catches the glowy pink tip, peeking out from under his foreskin. The light accentuates every ridge and vein on his girthy shaft. So yummy it has you drooling-
Jungkook’s right. You’re a complete and utter whore.
“Is this what you wanted?” He peers down at you over his prominent nose, one hand clutching the roof of his Mercedes. The other wraps around his thick shaft, giving it a few languid pumps, getting himself fully erect for you. Teasingly, he taps the head against your plump lips. Unable to resist, you press a sweet peck and a kitten lick to his silky frenulum. “Uh-uh,” he chuckles, raising his delicious cock just beyond your reach. “You know better than that. Ask for permission.”
“Wanna suck it,” you pout, squirming impatiently. “Please?”
Suddenly, his heavy cock slaps your cheek with a wet thud.
“Please, what?”
“Please, sir?”
“Good girl.” The praise is contradicted by another light smack to your face, this time with an open palm. Taking the hint, you open your mouth wide, tongue sticking out in anticipation. Jungkook watches you intently with furrowed brows and a slack jaw as he feeds you the first few inches. As soon as the salty flavor of his arousal hits your tastebuds, you moan obnoxiously, back arching off the leather beneath you.
He starts slowly, using your breathing to guide his movements—pausing on the exhales and giving you a bit more on the inhales. He does this until the entirety of his length is shoved down your warm, wet mouth.
The hem of his black dress shirt flows over you, obstructing his view. He places it between his teeth with an annoyed groan, wanting to watch the swell in your neck as you swallow him like a snake. “You take it so well,” he grunts over the material, “the best I’ve ever had.”
Tears clinging to your lashes finally lose grip, trickling down your skin until they get lost in the thick, dark swoops of your dangling hair. For once, you mean something more to him than she does. It’s insignificant and shameful, but at least it's something.
“Are you okay, __?” Jungkook asks, sensing the shift as your soul splays before him like your half-naked body. Stepping back, he gives you some reprieve.
With red eyes and drool bubbling at the corners of your lips, you moan out an implied ‘yes.’ His confession has you on cloud nine.
“Do you remember the sign?”
Again, you hum.
“Can you show me?”
Lazily, you tap his outer thigh three times, a hard ‘stop’ symbol you had agreed upon months ago while hanging off the edge of a hotel bed, preparing for Jungkook to fuck your mouth for the very first time.
“Good girl,” he says before rutting his entire length into you again. He’s so deep that the soft skin of his scrotum nudges against the tip of your nose, and the dense patch of trimmed hair on his pubic bone tickles your chin. Reaching down, Jungkook grips your neck, reveling in the feeling of it stretching against his palm as he moves in and out steadily.
Eventually, he hunches over, hands wandering down and holding your temples for better leverage. Despite the harsh digs of his hips, his delicate fingers brush away a few strands of hair stuck to your damp cheeks. The sweet gesture makes you whimper around him in pure ecstasy, moving your head to meet his thrusts for extra stimulation, circling your flat tongue around the base.
The whistles of the midnight breeze and the murmur of passing cars fade, and all you hear is Jungkook. The melodic, venomous praises pouring out of him poison your mind with optimism. He takes one last plunge, so powerful it sends you sliding back against the seat. To steady yourself, you grip his legs, attempting to ease your triggered gag reflex. He holds you there, cock stuffed to the brim as he slams a hand against the black steel of his car, shirt falling from his teeth as he moans ardently. You gasp when he finally pulls out, leaking tip still connected to you by a bridge of spit and precum.
“Why-” Cough. “Why did you stop?”
Your question is met with only the sound of rustling fabric and the chime of his hanging belt buckle as he removes his suit jacket and throws it into the passenger seat. Grabbing you by the band of your lingerie, Jungkook hauls your frame closer.
He snaps your taut bra strap against your shoulder with a single finger. “Take this off.”
“O-Okay,” you stutter, still trying to catch your breath as you sit up at the waist and unclip your bra. A shiver runs down your spine as the cool night air licks your exposed chest. This time when you lie down, you’re positioned under his spread legs. He stands over you with such authority and dominance. The underside view of his hard cock looks absolutely menacing.
“These,” Jungkook’s large palms grab at your tits, jiggling them, “I wanna fuck ‘em.”
“There isn’t anything for you to fuck,” you giggle.
After years of insecurity, and crying over vengeful comments from dumb boys you had broken things off with, you finally came to terms with your appearance. Your tits are small, and that’s okay. Plus, the cute little nipple piercings you had gotten a while back were definitely a confidence booster. There wasn’t an ounce of self-hatred in your comment.
Jungkook doesn’t take it that way, though.
“Shut up.” With a huff, he steps back and hunches, reaching down to deliver a harsh swat to your cheek. It was a little rougher than usual, and you wince upon impact. Instantly, he soothes the skin with a gentle pet. “Your tits are… perfect.”
Perfect? Your cheeks and aching pussy heat up at the compliment.
Squeezing your chest, Jungkook brushes his thumbs over your pebbled nipples. He pays extra attention to the silver barbells, decorated with little sparkly peaches at the ends. “These are new,” he notes, tugging on the jewelry. You let out a breathy moan, legs clenching together, inner thighs embarrassingly wet. “Sheesh,” he laughs, “someone’s sensitive.”
“Yeah… keep going.”
“I like them. They’re cute on you.”
Throughout your acquaintances, Jungkook was rarely this vocal. Maybe some praise sprinkled in here and there, but seldom anything substantial. Tonight, however, he’s been dishing out sweet talk like candy. You can’t pinpoint precisely what, but something’s changed.
Whatever it is, it fills you with awful, wishful hope.
Jungkook shuffles closer, teasing the teat of your pierced bud with his sticky tip. The dreamy sensation has your eyes rolling back into your skull. A glob of spit drops between the valley of your breasts before he spreads the wetness over your skin with his shaft. He has to use a death grip to force your tits into a soft plushness, perfect for him to slot himself into. Again, you feel that fucking ring embedding itself into your skin like a nasty tick.
Cautiously, he guides his pulsing cock between your constrained breasts. A beautiful symphony of groans lulls out as he throws his head back in pleasure, long locks dancing along his clammy neck.
“You like that?” You hum, taunting him. “Tell me how it feels.”
It takes him a minute to collect his thoughts, eyes trained on your tits pillowing around him, focusing on the dewy sheen of your nipples and chest as his oozing cock spills onto your skin. “It feels-” his hips stutter, “-so fucking good.”
The way his teeth snarl around the hushed curse makes you smile, eyes closing as you relish in his pleasure. Maybe you’re too horny, or perhaps the blood rushing to your head from being upside down for so long is making you crazy, but you wish you could live in this moment forever. Wallowing in the darkness, frozen in time with him. Yeah, you think, that would be wonderful.
“You can touch yourself,” he comments, spotting your clenched legs, desperate for some pressure.
“S’okay,” you mumble, reaching around to caress his balls. His thighs tremble a bit against your arms. “Just wanna make you feel good.”
“Can you-” he grunts, stomach clenching as he begins to feel that familiar pooling in the base of his thick shaft. “Hold them for me. I’ll take care of you after, just- let me cum.”
Obliging, you replace his hands with your own, squishing your tits together for him. The visual of you lying under him, complacent and willing, sends him spiraling. A guttural roar echoes throughout the empty road as he speeds up. “Tighter,” he orders; you listen. The saliva and precum are beginning to rub off, making the friction of his chaotic thrusts sting your skin. He notices, letting another string of spit fall from his mouth onto your flesh. “Be good and take it. I’m almost there.”
By now, Jungkook should know you’d endure any pain to be with him.
The darkest parts of your brain tell you he’s well aware of that fact.
After a few more humps and lulled words of encouragement, he’s bursting at the seams. Just before he blows, Jungkook steps back, tight fist jerking himself frantically as he spills his seed onto your chest. Your eyes dart from his red, angry cock to his fucked out expressions. The moonlight shines behind him like a glowing aura as he finishes with a scrunched nose and his tongue between his teeth. He looks angelic. You moan under him, flinching when a stray spurt lands on your chin.
Fucked out and dazed, he laughs softly, running a hand through his hair as his chest heaves. Collecting the liquid with his finger, he brings it to your giggling lips. The taste makes you hum as you lazily begin rubbing his cum all over your tits.
“Really?” He asks with a raised eyebrow. “You’re already starting?”
“Starting what?” You pout, batting your lashes at him and circling your nipple lightly with the tip of your nail, trying your best to look oblivious and innocent. Well, as innocent as you possibly can while literally covered in sperm.
“Don’t play dumb. You know what you’re doing.”
See, in many ways, Jungkook is different from any other guy you’ve been with prior. For one, you didn’t meet via horny messages on Tinder at 1 a.m. For two, he’s older, meaning he’s much more intelligent and much more experienced. After years and years of honing in on his craft, he just knows how to fuck. Jungkook is one of the rare few penis-havers in the world who can orgasm back to back; no refractory period necessary. Truly a hidden gem.
To put it simply, the man is a fucking faucet—one that you can turn off and on whenever you want.
As if on cue, Jungkook twirls his inked finger, indicating for you to turn around. The other hand squeezes his cock just below the crown to cut off circulation, keeping himself erect. With that, your white converses are planted flat onto the sparse grass as you bend over the back seat, leaning your weight on your elbows.
It's like whiplash when Jungkook's aggressive persona drops, and he's running his hands all over your body. Up your thighs, over your back, down your arms. He blooms petal-soft kisses on your bare shoulder before whispering in your ear. “Can I go in like this? Or do you need some foreplay?”
“This is fine,” you murmur, jarred by his sudden tenderness. “Perfect, actually.”
With a hushed ‘alright,’ Jungkook reaches over you to rummage through the pocket of his discarded blazer. A heavy sigh escapes your lips as he pulls out a square foil packet. Condoms were an unwavering constant in your weekend escapades. Jungkook always wears condoms. Normally, that would be a great thing; however, in this situation, it’s like a stab to the heart…
Because if he’s adamant about using protection with you, then that means he’s still sleeping with her, doesn’t it? And it’s not like you can even ask or scold him about it. She’s his wife, after all. You’re the outsider.
Jungkook hooks his thumb into your panties and pulls them aside. Your glistening folds are on full display, waiting to get pounded mercilessly right on the side of the road. He shoves three digits into your mouth, letting your drool on them a bit before pressing them to your wet cunt. Opening your folds with his index and ring fingers, he lightly dips the middle inside you. He collects some arousal and spreads it to your clit in feathery flicking motions. You cry out, feeling the shocks of a blossoming orgasm.
“Already dripping, I see.” You can practically hear his cocky, satisfied grin as he stands straight and rolls the condom down his length. “Always so sensitive.”
“Mhm,” you nod frantically, “I always get like this with you.”
“I know you do.” Pulling a cheek to the side, Jungkook cards his sheathed tip through your entrance, making sure to nudge under your clitoral hood with every swipe. Lewd wet sounds ring in your ears as he tortures your hole relentlessly.
“Kook,” you huff, reaching back to dig your manicured, almond-shaped nails into his skin. “Just put it in!”
Suddenly, Jungkook slams your torso onto the leather. In one swift motion, he’s catching your wrists, pinning them both to your lower back with a single hand.
“I’ll give you what you want just-” releasing the back of your neck, he spanks you so hard you recoil, “be patient.”
Despite his words, you wait no longer than a minute before he’s guiding his dreamy member right where you want it. Jungkook always gives in quickly. How could he not when you’re ass up, face down, and practically begging? As he sinks into you, and you feel that familiar burn from the initial stretch, your eyes roll back, mouth opening around a silent scream.
Usually, Jungkook likes to overwhelm you with his entire length all at once. There’s some hesitation this time as he slides in only halfway before stopping. Too much hesitation for your liking. You’re confident he’s testing you. Your assumption is verified when he speaks in that annoying, condescending voice.
“If you want it so bad, come get it.”
“You’re so,” breaking free from his grasp, you press your palms into the seat and lift yourself up with a grumble, “infuriating.”
He hums halfheartedly, head dropping to watch you work yourself onto him. Only a single stroke in, and he can already see you coating him in a shiny, milky dew. “So fucking wet…”
“Can’t help it,” you peep, taking him to the hilt and circling your hips, trying to savor the feeling. You’re no stranger to his cock; how good it makes you feel. You spend every Friday night bathing in that pleasure, forgoing parties and hangouts with your best friends for a romp in the five-star hotel sheets with Jungkook. Still, you squeeze your eyes shut, trying to commit his touch to memory. Perhaps, despite your denial, you recognize that this is temporary. Deep down, you know that someday, all you’ll have left of him is a tragic echo. “I love the way you make me feel.”
“Me too,” he gasps, guiding your movements as his fingers dig into your hips. Clearly interpreting your admission differently than you had meant it. “Your pussy’s like heaven.”
High on praise and drunk on the sounds you’re coaxing out of him, you whine, dragging your cunt up every inch of his throbbing length before slamming back. Hopefully, the dense forest behind you is enough to insulate the pornographic wails ripping through you. Even if someone somewhere hears, you can’t bring yourself to give a damn. Not when heady pleasure and adrenaline course through your veins like blood.
Just when you’re about to collapse, arms giving out underneath you, Jungkook grabs you by the neck and holds you flush against his toned chest. “Don’t you run,” he chuckles. The low baritone rumble goes straight to your clit. His warm breath gusts over your skin, contrasting the chilly night air. “Don’t give up on me.”
He’s pounding into you now, choking you tighter than he ever has, but he pecks you so delicately. Lips barely ghosting over the shell of your ear. So gentle and tender. As tears stream down your cheeks for the second time tonight, you can’t help but feel there’s a hidden meaning behind his words.
“What’s wrong?” He smirks, tilting your face, wanting you to look him in the eye as you fall apart. The visual nearly makes you combust. His stringy hair is sticking to his cheeks, flushed from exertion. Even the tattoos littering the expanse of his neck are splotched pink and red. Twisting in his hold, you grab a fistful of his damp waves, fingers tickling his short undercut. “What do you want, baby?”
“Cum…”
“You wanna cum?”
“Please, please, please.” Weak whimpers punch out of you in tandem with his brutal thrusts.
“What do you say?”
“Please, sir?”
“Good girl,” he rewards you with a smack to your sensitive clit, “you can cum. I’ve got you.”
And with his permission, you’re cumming. Your legs shake violently as you’re overcome with blinding, electric gratification. If it wasn’t for Jungkook’s strong arms supporting you, you would’ve toppled face-first into the seat. He fucks you through the height of your orgasm; hips never ceasing, even when everything becomes so intense and sensitive that your body instinctively tries to push him away. He watches your face intently, reading your expressions to ensure he’s milked every last drop of your orgasm before he lets you fall onto the leather.
Even in your hazy state, you catch the breathy string of curses, a telltale sign of his own impending orgasm. “Fuck!” He groans, removing the condom to paint your ass and lower back in hot, white ropes.
It’s funny, really.
He refuses to cum with you or inside you, something so intimate and special, but he has no qualms cumming on you. It’s almost like he’s marking you, burning himself into your flesh. Consuming a piece of you every time your bodies come together as one.
And all the while, his mind is somewhere else as his body swallows you alive.
“Look at you,” Jungkook laughs, smoothing a palm up and down your spine, rubbing his semen into your skin the same way you had earlier. “I’ve made a mess out of you.”
That’s true in more ways than one…
Lost in post-nut clarity, your brain barely registers Jungkook maneuvering you both into the car. Closing the door behind him, he moves you onto his lap, your back pressed against his sweaty button-up. Peering down, you see his slacks and boxers still around his ankles, black dress shoes poking out underneath. You’re in only a thong and sneakers, and your makeup is definitely melted. The two of you must look like the biggest sluts ever.
“What’s so funny?” Jungkook mutters, noticing your delirious giggles.
“Oh, nothing,” you hum, leaning into him. Habitually, he wraps both of his inked arms around your middle. You despise how incredibly natural and serendipitous it feels, almost like you’re meant to be in them.
God __, get your head out of the clouds and return to Earth.
Life isn’t a romance novel, and you’re not a child anymore. You shouldn’t see the world as quartz-colored and magical. The man is seven years older than you. He has a wife and child. Logistically, it could never, ever work…
But if soulmates exist as they do in the books, you wish on every falling star that Jungkook is yours.
“What are you thinking about?” You coo softly, turning your head to stare into the abyss of his infinite eyes.
Like a moth drawn to a flame, he can’t resist lowering his sinful hand to your most private area, cupping your sex unabashedly. “I want more.”
“You always want more.”
“So do you,” he laughs, pointing out the way you grind into his touch. Nuzzling into your shoulder, he nips your skin and then soothes his tongue over it like an insincere apology. “Just one more time, okay?”
You nod, head leaning back on his shoulder as you succumb to his skilled fingers, rubbing your clit in tight circles. Jungkook pauses in contemplation before popping his glistening fingers into his mouth. When the taste hits his tongue, his face contorts. He even moans dreamily like you’re the most delicious dessert he’s experienced. The scene has your own brows furrowing, lips parting at just how hot and bothered he’s got you.
Sensually, he trails the wet pads down, ghosting over a nipple, teasing you on their treacherous journey to your waiting core. He slides them in your wet cunt seamlessly, curling right into your g-spot. They move in a dip and wave that drives you wild, a wet suction noise sounding in the enclosed space. Turned on by your purrs and mewls, Jungkook subtly ruts against you, his plumping cock sliding between your cheeks.
“You’re already close, aren’t you?” He tuts patronizingly. “Gonna cum around my fingers, sweetheart?”
“No…”
“No?”
“Wanna cum with you…”
He stops, realizing what you’re alluding to, before pulling his fingers out and tapping your clit gently. “There’s another condom in my pocket. Can you hand it to me?”
“We don’t need it.”
“Yes, we do. Don’t be foolish.”
“... I’m on the pill,” you suggest hesitantly. Once again, you’re nothing but stupid and irresponsible when it comes to Jungkook. You just want to be with him, that’s all.
“__,” he starts, voice shadowed with sternness, “give me the condom.”
Realizing he won’t budge, you do as he asks and fish it from his blazer, watching idly as he goes through all the steps—stroking himself to full mass, rolling on a barrier, and then positioning you between his spread legs as he guides you down onto his length with a hand on your hip.
Cyclical.
Like clockwork, your jaw drops, eyes screwing shut as you let him invade your space and infiltrate your mind. You don’t believe the two of you have ever tried this position before, but it feels so fucking good. His cock is so deep you can feel it in your fucking stomach. It’s obvious from his groaning and the aggressive spank he gives you that the unexplored angle is affecting him too.
Outside, light rain begins chiming against the steel roof of his car as you take the first shallow rise of your hips.
Scratch everything you’ve said about this not being a romance novel.
Distracted by the calming sound, you thoroughly miscalculate how much space you have in his sleek Mercedes Benz and bonk your head on the ceiling.
“Ow,” you wince with an embarrassed giggle.
Hissing at the impact, Jungkook clutches your head, massaging the area gently. “Are you okay?” His voice is muffled, and you can tell he’s trying his best not to laugh.
“It’s not funny!” You shout playfully, slapping his knee.
“No, it’s not. I’m sorry.” Chuckling, he moves your hair and places a gentle kiss between your shoulder blades. “You’re cute, that's all.”
Cute? You swoon.
“Alright baby, keep going. Don’t stop,” Jungkook orders, the heel of his calloused palms pushing at your ass, encouraging you to bounce on his needy cock. A fucked-out sigh escapes him, head falling back for a split second before it jerks back up again, not wanting to miss the view of your perky cheeks rippling as they collide with his solid pelvis. “This position is so sexy.” Overwhelmed, he doesn’t know where to put his hands. He chokes you for a moment, plays with your tits, swats them, grabs your hips, and then finally settles on your clit, flicking it like a light switch.
“Jungkook!” You wail, knees knocking together as you brace yourself. Men you’ve dated in the past struggled to get you off. Sure, they made you feel good, but they couldn’t quite bring you to the edge. It only ever took Jungkook a matter of minutes to have you whimpering and shaking, begging for release. “I can’t take so much! I can’t!”
Ignoring your pleas, Jungkook pilots your right arm around his shoulder, sending you flush against his frame once more. Dipping his head, he sucks the closest nipple into his mouth. Caught off guard, you’re so overstimulated that your hips come to a grinding halt.
“Move,” he commands with his lips sealed around your piercing, sending dizzying vibrations to your sensitive bud.
“I can’t,” you whimper, back arching off his chest as you try to calm all five tingling senses.
“Yes, you can.”
“No…”
Jeon Jungkook was never one to take no for an answer.
Scooting further down the seat, his large hands clasp behind your knees. He lifts your legs until the heels of your white sneakers are on either side of the driver’s headrest. In this new position, he’s able to pound up into you freely, relentlessly beating into clenching walls. Hitting every single delicious spot inside of you. “Jungkook, please!”
“Please, what?” Honestly, you have no clue what you’re begging for. All you know is that his mushroom tip rigorously stimulating your g-spot is going to have you gushing at any moment. His guttural, sensual groaning does nothing to slow your approaching orgasm. “You want more?”
As if you weren’t already gasping for air, Jungkook raises your legs to your head, knees locked onto his inner elbows. His fingers intertwine behind your neck, thumbs pressing into the base of your throat as he folds you in half.
A full fucking nelson.
“Watch me fuck it.” With a stern grip, he forces your gaze to his thick shaft, sliding in and out of your sopping cunt. Your vision is watery, but you can clearly see just how turned on you are, creamy juices coating his entire shaft. “Open it, baby. Watch what I do to you.”
Reaching both hands under your thighs, you spread your lips, getting a better look at him completely destroying you.
“Isn’t it so pretty?” Jungkook grunts, speech slurred as his arousal lulls him into a delirious, catatonic state. “Tell me what you see, baby.”
“So pretty, Kook.” You’re simply playing into his dirty talk, but the sight of your bodies connecting, becoming one, is profoundly gorgeous. “So wet…”
“Yeah? Who’s pussy is this?”
“Yours.”
That sends him into a frenzy, thrusts becoming so punctuated and violent that his cock accidentally slips out.
“Put it back in, put it back in!” You chant, frantically shoving his length into you. The yelp you chortle out is accompanied by the sound of your hand smacking against the foggy car window as your climax engulfs you. “I love it!”
“I love yo-”
He quickly cuts himself off, but everything stops when the sentence fragment hits the air.
Is your brain playing sick, twisted jokes on you… or was he really just about to say he loved you?
Before you can even process what’s happening, your biological responses take over, sending through the most earth-shattering, world-bending, mind-boggling orgasm you’ve ever had. Everything goes blank. Your eyes cloud with splotches and stars. Your ears ring with static and white noise, blurring the sound of Jungkook cumming underneath you, and the pouring rain outside, splashing against concrete.
This time, he doesn’t pull out, just works through both of your orgasms with gentle ruts and vulnerable whimpers.
After you’ve both calmed down and your heaves have diminished to a slow, even pattern, he pulls out, crumpling the used condom into a loose napkin he found in the center console. Still on his lap and in his arms, you watch intently as Jungkook leans his head back, eyes closing as he inhales deeply. To you, he looks almost… peaceful.
The moon trickles in through the thin streams on the window, reflecting on his face like stained glass—something that was once so clear and pure now jaded with somber shades of blue. Sad, but still beautiful, you think.
Delicately, you trace a finger over the black ink decorating his skin. You sit silently for a while, basking in the comfortable aura, simply enjoying one another’s company, before you finally speak.
“Why this?” You peep, pointing to the dainty letters at the base of his neck.
“It’s my daughter’s name.” He counters playfully, the faintest hint of a smile on his pierced lips.
“Well, duh, I know that,” you roll your eyes with a giggle, “but why here?”
“Yul is like air to me.”
Humming in contemplation, you continue your journey over the endless swirls and loops. During sex, the first three buttons of his shirt popped open, exposing the pale canvas of his chest. You feel a thick, dark cloud loom over you when you reach a certain tattoo, the one that’s plagued your mind ever since you first saw it.
Another name is engraved right above his heart in the same delicate font as Yul’s:
Seol.
“Yul, please. Enough.” If Jungkook had a dollar for every time he's said that in the last twenty-two minutes, he’d be nearly as rich as his boss, sitting directly in front of him on a very important Zoom call. “Daddy is working.”
Jumping at the sudden inflection of his voice, the little girl on his lap pulls her tiny hand away. For the most part, Yul was well-behaved. However, working from home proved to be an obstacle that he and his clingy toddler have yet to overcome.
She’s interrupted his meeting three times already. First, cutting off his proposal with the Baby Shark theme song, blaring from her Pinkfong tablet that he’d forgotten to mute. Second, peeking above his desk with her space buns and doe eyes to show his colleagues the latest addition to her squishmallow collection. The last straw was when she squeezed his nose.
With watery eyes and warbled lips, Yul blinks at Jungkook, heartbroken and confused as to why he didn’t make that funny noise she loves so much. Quickly, her gaze averts to her chunky legs, swinging aimlessly as she attempts to hold back the tears.
“Excuse me for a moment,” Jungkook sighs, tacking on an apology before turning his screen off. “Bunny,” he lifts her chin with his index finger, another palm flat on her protruding tummy, “please, don’t cry. You’re not in trouble. Daddy just-”
The ring of a doorbell interrupts him.
“__?” Jungkook questions, baby at his hip as he stands in the doorway before you. “What are you doing here?”
You gulp. You weren’t expecting to see him.
Usually, you spoke to Seulgi. You’ve only ever seen Jungkook in passing, sparing quick greetings before he’s out the door. It worked in your favor, really, because for whatever reason, you felt extremely awkward around him.
Almost like that gross nervousness you get when you’re around someone you find so incredibly attractive it makes you uncomfortable…
Maybe it’s because he’s covered in tattoos and piercings. Maybe it’s because he’s a dad. Your group of fellow horny twenty-something-year-old friends have told you mythical stories and fantasies about older men. Freshly turned thirty-year-old men. Men like Jungkook. Dilfs. Something about that potent dad nut… Like, you know it works.
It’s inappropriate; you know it is. You’ve always tried your best to ignore the feral thoughts.
Today seems to be putting your mental strength to the test because Jungkook is dressed in baggy gray sweats, long dark hair slicked back into a ponytail. A few loose strands dangle devilishly in front of his eyes, taunting you.
“I-It’s 10… I’m supposed to be babysitting.”
“I’m working from home today. My wife didn’t tell you?”
With wide eyes and hot cheeks, you shake your head. “I’m sorry for bothering you,” you stutter, stepping back and preparing to make a mad dash to your hand-me-down Honda Civic. “I’ll just… be on my way then.”
“Actually.” An icy grip on your wrist stops you. “I could use some help. This one-” he nods his head towards Yul, stuck to him like velcro, ��-is being a bit needy today.”
One look at her turns your flustered gape into a smile. The past month with her has been more difficult than you’d imagined. Yul was incredibly sweet and intuitive, but unbearably shy. Building a relationship with the girl was challenging, but you were determined to overcome it. “No way,” you frown animatedly, tickling her leg with the tip of your finger, “Yul would never.”
A giggle or two had been the goal. Instead, she buries her face into her father’s shoulder.
“Don’t take it personally,” Jungkook orders, noticing the defeated slump in your shoulders. “She’s always like this with new people.”
Seulgi had warned you that Yul would take a while to come around. Hopefully, it’ll happen organically. But for now, a little gift or two wouldn’t hurt your efforts, you supposed last night while running errands. Reaching into your purse, you pull out a bottle of non-toxic, baby-friendly nail polish. “Yul, look what I have!”
“Wow,” Jungkook plays along, gently nudging her head out of his neck. “Bunny, look!”
He calls her Bunny?
You’re in for it now.
Plump fingers wrap around the plastic, taking it out of your own with an awe-stricken stare. She holds it up right in front of Jungkook’s nose. “Pink.”
“Mhm, that’s right,” he confirms, pecking her temple. “Now, Daddy has to get back to work. Can you stay with __ for a bit?”
She looks at him, then at you, then at him again, then back at you, and finally, landing on the nail polish, giving her father a reluctant nod. You knew it would come in handy. Despite her agreeance, Yul still stretches the neck of his shirt with her tiny fists as she’s transferred into your arms.
Somehow, you managed to survive that painfully awkward encounter…
Only to be thrown into another one immediately after.
See, you’ve always known Yul was a daddy’s girl. On good days, the toddler would grab you by the hand and guide you around the house, giving you a tour of everything that belonged to her father. His shoes at the door. His coat on the hook. Even taking you into the bathroom to show you his shampoo bottle. But that fact was never more apparent than now, as Yul stands in the middle of the living room on the verge of tears.
“Daddy?”
“He’s working, sweetheart. Remember?” You coo on your knees in front of her. You’re quick to redirect her. “I like your shoes.”
The sniffles stop as she glances down at her white sneakers. “Mine…” she takes a hesitant step back, mistaking your compliment as an attempt to swindle her out of them.
“That’s right,” you laugh, “they’re so pretty, just like you.”
She blinks at you for a moment, and then begins stomping her little foot: heel first. When she’s finally able to kick off her left shoe, she bends all the way over, pressing her palms flat against the hardwood floor. It’s the most uncoordinated way you’ve ever seen anyone pick something up.
Without warning, Yul throws the shoe across the room. Well, that had been her intention, you assume. She had cocked her arm back too far and released too early, making it land behind her.
Oh no, she hates you.
With an excited grunt and a bounce, Yul points to the sneaker—its clear sole sparkling pink and purple.
“Oh,” you sigh in relief. “They light up?”
“Yesh.” Plopping right onto her butt, she takes the other one off, repeating the process. “Like this!” Her arms stretch out and she clenches her two little front teeth, executing the most stellar charade of a light you’ve ever seen.
It’s a small breakthrough, but you’ll take it.
Then you paint her nails, just like you said you would. She’s as patient as a toddler could be, but her tiny toe keeps curling under the tickle of the brush, making pink polish bleed outside of the lines.
“My goodness,” you groan, admiring the messy, albeit adorable, result. “You’re so cute! Wait until your dad sees you.”
Yul shrieks wildly, smacking both hands over her mouth as she hobbles to her feet. You watch with confused giggles as the milk-drunk baby stumbles down the corridor. You figure out where she's going too late.
Yul stands on her tippy toes, jumping to click open the door to Jungkook’s office with a loud creak.
“Yul!” You whisper-shout. “Don’t-”
“Daddy!” She calls, stepping a single foot into the room, showing off the fresh paint job. “So cute!”
Literally, your only job today was to keep Yul preoccupied while Jungkook worked, and you failed. Your breath catches in your throat, awaiting his response.
“So pretty,” he gasps, “now go play, baby. I’m almost done.”
A relieved exhale flies past your lips.
Something you’ve picked up on from years of babysitting is that little girls aren’t allowed to compliment themselves. They’re always told it’s rude or conceited. Jungkook does neither, and you find that so refreshing.
“Close the door, please,” he orders before she runs away, “gently.” Yul does her very best to shut the door quietly and then sprints back to you.
The next few hours go smoothly. You discovered that the green-hating toddler has an affinity for avocados after giving her a bite of your toast. “Mmm!” She had hummed, looking at you with wide eyes. With a full belly and squishmallow in hand, Yul went out like a light for her afternoon nap, giving you time to catch up on some reading.
“How was she?” You didn’t even hear him come out of his office, so the deep voice makes you jump, eyes tracking the sound. He’s leaning against a kitchen counter, one tattooed hand stuffed in his pocket and the other wrapped around a water bottle. It’s a thick one too, and his fingers still touch.
“Better,” you cough, “she’s sleeping now.”
He hums halfheartedly, dark irises boring into you as he takes a sip. Without Yul to soften the edges, Jungkook is… intimidating, to say the least. “What are you reading?”
“The Catcher in the Rye…” you peep, quickly closing it. “I know, it’s kinda lame.”
“No, not lame at all. Anyone who thinks that is lying to themselves… or is just being a contrarian.” He leans his elbows against the dark granite island, fingers crossing as he stares at you. You’re sitting idle across the room, but his presence looms over you. He has this way of making you feel like he’s in your head, listening to everything you’re thinking.
You pray he’s not. If he is, you'll definitely be fired.
“I can’t tell which one you are yet.”
You can’t tell if he’s joking or not, but the ‘yet’ makes you come clean, shifting in your spot on the leather couch. “... Both.”
“Right,” he smirks, tongue fiddling with his lip ring, almost like he’s taunting you. “That’s one of my favorite books, actually. I relate to it in many ways.”
Your fingers dance across the red cover, concealing hundreds of pages of isolation, emptiness, and the heavy dread of passing time. What an awful thing to relate to. Sometimes, when you get too engrossed in the text, glimmers of yourself bleed within the lines too.
“You’re an English major, right?”
“Oh, um, I’m not in school at the moment… I just read for fun.”
“Well, you have an Associate’s degree.” Him knowing that information about you makes you think he asked the previous question with the intention of baiting you into this conversation. “Why not get your Bachelor’s?”
“I don’t know. It’s… complicated.”
Why is he interrogating you? What does he want? For you to confess that the fear of becoming a full-fledged adult makes you not want to go back to college?
“Life is complicated. You’d be ridiculous to not go back.” The audacity should make you mad, but he speaks with so much authority that you’re dumbfounded. His head tilts, eyes squinting as they shift to the ceiling, debating something. His tongue clicks when he finally makes his decision. “Follow me; I have something I want to show you.”
With the curl of two thick fingers, Jungkook calls you to follow him down the hallway. You blink for a moment, gushing at the suggestive motion of his hand. Shaking your head at the evil, intrusive thought, you rise to your feet.
Just like a child, you have to skip to catch up to his long strides. Your gaze trails along white walls; there are pictures of him and Yul, Yul and Seulgi, but not a single one of them all together.
Now that you think about it, any affection you’ve ever seen in the household was reserved for Yul and Yul only. Seems like trouble in paradise…
You shouldn’t speculate.
The heavy wooden door creaks as Jungkook holds it open for you. You’re not sure what you expected his room to look like, but it certainly wasn’t this. The rest of the house is pretty modern, consisting of sleek blacks, whites, and woods. Countertops designed with icy swirled marble. Everything has this cold, impersonal vibe, but this room is the total opposite. The walls are baby blue, decorated top to bottom with dreamy clouds. You spot a chubby yellow star peeking out from underneath one of them, adorned with a hand-painted smiley face. On his nightstand, there’s a pastel purple foldable record player. Standing behind it is a single vinyl: Beautiful Boy by John Lennon.
“Since you like to read,” Jungkook coughs, turning your attention to a sleek bookcase, stuffed to the brim with hundreds of titles you’ve never even heard of. “I figured you’d appreciate my collection.”
“Yeah, it’s…” The words trail off as you step forward. On a whim, your finger extends, tracing the delicate spine of a well-loved book. A low chuckle brings you back to reality; you peep, cheeks heating up in embarrassment as you yank your hand away. “It’s… really cool.”
“You can borrow something if you’d like. Does anything catch your eye?” Plopping down onto the computer chair, Jungkook rummages through his desk drawer and pulls out a tiny black case. You didn’t even know he wore glasses, and when he nudges them comfily onto the bridge of his nose, you nearly melt. As if he could get any more attractive.
“N-No,” you stutter as he wheels closer. Even though you’re towering over him, you still feel so small in his presence. You pray to God he can’t sense how incredibly nervous he makes you. “Not really.”
“You wear your heart on your sleeve, you know,” he hums, low and sly. “Do I make you nervous?”
“No!” You peep in shock. Is the man a fucking mindreader?
“Right.” Jungkook peers over the rim of his lenses, dark eyes glimmering in the whimsical glow of the room. “So __, what do you want to be?”
“A teacher,” you say, playing with your fingers.
“My wife wanted to be a teacher, too.” He shoots you the softest, gentlest smile. “She ended up doing business instead.”
“Why?” You ask, gnawing on your bottom lip. You don’t mean to pry, but this is the first time you’ve ever actually talked to him in a meaningful way. Something about him intrigues you, like a puzzle you’re determined to find all the pieces to.
“Ah, well,” he sighs, inked fingers scratching at the back of his neck. “We figured it’d be best for our family if we both pursued more lucrative career paths. I switched my major from English to finance.” You light up at the confession, the similarity putting you at ease. “I’m sorry if I was abrasive earlier,” he frowns, “I settled down young and had to sacrifice a lot, so I encourage you to go for something that fulfills you.” With his elbows on his knees, he leans closer to you. “I think you’d be a fantastic teacher. You take care of my daughter well.”
“Thank you,” you peep, cheeks heating up at the compliment. “I mean… you didn’t have Yul that young.” He tried to comfort you, so it’s only fair you do the same, right? “I think your late twenties are a great time to have children.”
Almost immediately, his face drops, eyes glazing over with something so raw. So… longing. You’ve never seen anything like it before. The corners of his nose twitch before he composes himself. “Yeah, I suppose they are.” His pink tongue toys with his lip ring, swiftly changing the subject. “You seem surprised.”
“I guess I just wasn’t expecting all this.”
“Expecting what?”
“I don’t know,” you laugh clumsily, “books.” You mentally curse yourself as soon as the answer comes out. Really, __? Books?
“What?” He starts, raising a brow at you. “You thought I couldn’t read?”
Thankfully, Jungkook takes your comment playfully.
“Maybe,” you respond in the same lighthearted manner, feeling a bit more comfortable in his presence, “I also didn’t expect your room to look like a little boy’s room.”
All of the cheerfulness in the air evaporates as Jungkook glares at you with a clenched jaw and flared nostrils. Cleary irate. You’ve triggered a landmine.
“Jungkook, I’m-”
“Stop talking.” He raises a hand, cutting you off before you finish the sentence. Turning his back to you, he wheels over to his desk. “You can leave. You’re done for the day.”
Looking back, you know why he was so upset that day. You had put the puzzle pieces together a while ago. You’re unsure of the details, and asking for them feels wrong. Silence feels wrong, too, though. Until now, you’ve never dared to speak up.
You have no idea how to navigate something of this magnitude, but you just want him to know that you’re here. That you’re trying.
Cautiously, with your hand still on the tattoo, you whisper: “He must’ve been so beautiful, Jungkook…”
The thumb that had been drawing soft shapes into your side comes to an eerie pause as he freezes under you. When you look at him, your heart shatters. His chin is caved in with little dents, eyes glazed over with so much emotion. You’ve never seen a human being look so broken.
“Get off me.”
You frown at the shift in his demeanor. “Why?”
Remaining tight-lipped, Jungkook physically removes you from his lap, dumping you onto the seat next to him.
“Why can’t we ever talk about anything serious?”
He remains quiet as he slides his underwear up, not sparing you a single glance. When he speaks, his tone is painfully detached. “Like what?”
“Like what you said,” you answer curtly.
“I didn’t say anything.”
“You were about to.”
Shaking his head with a cynical chuckle, he begins buttoning his pants, pretending you don’t exist. Like you’re not right beside him, falling to pieces.
Your eyes dart to the ceiling, lashes fluttering rapidly as you mull over what to say next. You guess now would be an appropriate time to ask him what you’ve wanted for weeks. Blinking does nothing to combat your unshed tears when you realize that his answer has the potential to destroy everything you’ve been dreaming about. Everything you’ve hoped for. “When are you going to leave her?”
“Don’t be ridiculous.”
“I’m not being ridiculous, Jungkook!” Shaking your head furiously, you feel the first hints of anger in your chest, tears threatening to spill at any moment. “I’m not! I see the way you look at me!”
“What the fuck did you think was going to happen? Huh?” Finally, he’s paying attention to you, just not in the way you hoped. His face is beet red as he leans closer. “Don’t tell me you actually thought we were going to end up together, __. Seriously? You’re my babysitter! You’re seven years younger than me! This isn’t some fucking fairytale; it’s life! There’s no such thing as happily-ever-afters—grow up and stop acting like a damn child!”
“No, Jungkook,” you croak, fully sobbing as you push an angry finger into his chest. “You’re the one who’s acting childish! I may not be the most mature person, but at least I know how to accept love!”
“So let’s say I divorce my wife, then what? Huh?” He seethes. “I get partial custody? I only see Yul on weekends? Every other week? She grows up in a broken home? I refuse to ruin my daughter’s life like that.”
You take a shaky breath, eyes shifting to the car floor, the air fresher on his mirror, the window. Anywhere but him. The way Jungkook explains your make-believe future together is nothing how you envisioned it. Maybe he’s right. Maybe he’s just a fucking asshole. Neither thought process eases the pain.
“But you’re okay with ruining mine?”
For a moment, his features soften, and you see a glimmer of guilt wash over him. It fizzles out just as fast as it came. “You’re being dramatic.” Jungkook steps outside, tucking his shirt into his pants. “Get dressed.”
With jittery hands and blurry eyes, you grab your discarded lace bra, the one you had bought just for tonight, and slide it on your shoulders. When you pick your shirt up, you see that it’s ripped and tattered. Completely destroyed.
“Here,” Jungkook mumbles, tossing you his blazer as he watches you in the rearview.
Once you’re dressed, you awkwardly slide into the passenger seat. The scent of his cologne makes your head pound and your stomach flip.
“I want to go home.”
His lips part, preparing to persuade you otherwise. The hotel room he booked is ready and waiting, just as it is every Friday. He decides against it, simply murmuring an ‘okay’ before putting the keys in the ignition and starting the engine.
“Do you want to get something to eat before I drop you off?”
You just want your dad.
“I just want to go home.”
Other than the whoosh of splashing puddles and your soft sniffles, the ride to your house is painfully silent. Leaning your head against the window, you watch the moon. For miles and miles, it never changes. It’s stagnant, frozen in time, surrounded by nothing but endless blackness.
“Stop crying! I can’t stand it anymore!” Jungkook shouts, hitting the steering wheel with his open palm, finally growing uncomfortable from your non-stop tears. The sudden outburst makes you flinch. Sighing heavily, he pinches the bridge of his nose. “I’m sorry for yelling at you. Just… stop crying, please.”
You sink further into your seat, curling your lips into your mouth to suppress a sob.
“I’m not worth your tears, __.”
You feel nothing but relief when he finally turns onto your street, stopping all the way at the end, concealed by the night and the shadows of overhanging trees.
“Am I picking you up next Friday?” He asks just before you leave.
With raw cheeks and a scowl, you slam the door in his face.
Your feet are so heavy that the sidewalk sinks under you like quicksand. No matter how many steps you take, the comfort of your house seems out of reach. Too far gone. Confusion weighs on your shoulders. You should feel proud, empowered even, but that voice in the back of your mind smothers any sense of relief.
Deep down, you know this isn’t going to be the last weekend you spend with Jungkook.
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cant sleep. feeling absolutely bonkers over my new hawke. quite bananas <3
#oc: cillian#and by new i mean he's heavily inspired by my old hawke like elspeth was. decided to give m!hawke a go bc m!hawke is hot and im weak#anyways. im losing it. im seriously losing it i love him SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO much already#im not even finished dao and im so painfully hyped for my next da2 replay#hes an andersmancer ofc bc i cant bring myself to romance anybody else. im so sorry king#woe blonde man be upon ye....#god. i cannot wait to talk abt him more ive had him for 2 hours and id already die for him
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its not that i don't love percy but it scratches a certain itch when i see people rag on him because his character gets such overwhelming positive attention especially at the expense of annabeth and its just. annoying. also people only like him so much because they have an idea in their head abt him (persassy..😭) and don't want to talk abt his flaws ever. slandering him is healthy and needed actually
no like. i know what u mean because it's not that i want to see my BOY being dragged thru the mud the way annabeth is. it's that the misogyny is crystal clear in every single one of these freaks so while they mis-characterise annabeth as a she-demon they simultaneously make it like percy is the sweetest boy in the world who has never once been mean to anybody and is sooooooooooooooo insecure and lacks confidence soooooooooooooo much that annabeth calling him 'seaweed brain' is feeding into his worst thoughts about himself and reaffirming that he is stupid, worthless, etc and is therefore inherently abusive.
i like that response bc i think it brings up an excellent point– like in the cabin inspection scene, percy is very clearly made out to be not only a bit of a slob but also possibly not very self aware (wanting to give himself a 4 and the hephaestus cabin a 2) while annabeth is both, scatterbrained and, more importantly, fair. yet people are more ready to accept her as a wet blanket hard-ass compared to percy's cool guy attitude, neither of which are even remotely true in the scene. it's just easier because hermione is a bit of a downer and she's a Smart Girl therefore annabeth, the Smart Girl must Be The Same.
so yeah like when people point out percy's flaws it's like. ur absolutely right! he's got so many i can think of off the top of my head. his literal fatal flaw is IN CANON selfishness. and u know what. i've said this so many times before but his treatment of annabeth in botl-tlo was, like that person said, horrendous. not that that's ever acknowledged in canon but that's what u get when a man writes a teenage girl. she gets put thru way too much w no reward smh ! anyway point is. i get it. it's refreshing to see people who love percy dearly and can see him for the character he truly is. he's kind of an arsehole, he's selfish, he's easily irritated, he's stubborn. he's also trying to do the best by the people he loves, trying to live up to his potential, trying to save his friends. they can and DO co-exist <3
#[sally field voice] he's MY BOY!!!!!!!!!!#i'm Realising smth but that's for a new post btw#stevie#q&a
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I've done a ton of digging myself and i decided Zenix's age seems to just be a plot hole from the second they brought in zenix's past lore/trying to imply garroth raised him.
There's a lot of conflicting canon information but it's implied multiple times he at least appears old enough to be called a man, and Garroth seems to be the only one calling him kid and we already know how attached to/biased towards Zenix he was.
I guess he is a young adult in season 1, Garroth raised him since he was a kid, but s1 minecraft game physics lore made the consecutive events kinda wonky and super fast like how levin was able to walk and talk in like only a few weeks or brian going from baby.jpeg to grown man
(screenshots from my lore doc)
Anyways about Zenix's actions, he was absolutely a child soldier in the nether and he was manipulated into evil. He's the only character we know of that was raised as a shadow knight at a young age, and shadows was probably all he knew until Garroth took him in.
I do believe Zenix has (or had, rather) a bit of a heart, he cared for the villagers he looked after, and he seemed sorry that things had to resort to him attempting to kill Aphmau for getting in his way. I believe Zenix didn't have any control over his body when he let Brendan get shot, when he shot Garroth, and possibly when he disguised himself and attacked Aphmau around ep 35, but he did have control when attacking Aph to keep her from finding out about lord burt in likeeee ep 15.
After Zenix makes a move against the shadow knights and gets exiled somewhere between ep 15-35, I think zenix establishes his own grey area from there. Laurance in s2 even suggests that his motives (killing the shadow knights after s2 e10) were out of revenge. While i doubt it was revenge, Zenix joining laurance's rebellion might actually support that because Zenix's original mission to revive shad failed, but we never find out his true motives.
In conclusion, I believe Zenix had no control over his actions at first, but once he decided on his motives to betray the SKs, he was responsible from there on. Shad formed him into the man he is, but even breaking through that mold and joining the side of redemption, he's still pretty morally screwed up and has fun hunting people down for sport. i love him sooooooooooooooo much
So it’s come to my new found knowledge that Zenix might have been at the very least 14-15 years old during the beginning of MCD?
Someone commented about it so I did some digging and if you look at the timeline then yes, Zenix was still technically a child?
With this knowledge and the other factors into play with the shadow knights…my question to you all is:
Do you think Zenix is fully to blame for his actions?
#sorry this is a long unasked for infodump i am hyperfixated on him so hard adkjgnjkfdg#i was gonna delet half of this bc irambled off topic but ig it might interest some ppl auuuuuu sorry#long post#zenix
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Kiki when she made this newest chapter for C☆smic Dust. :
Me when i reach the confrontation, the fight, the bloody scene, the emotional part :
Me after that cliffhanger part :
Me after i finished reading this newest chapter :
Also me to Rin!Ros after this chapter :
to San!Pollo :
& to Koko!Pius :
Ran!Ros : "Glad to know that you haven't lost your insatiable side & can find some "good" in this emotional turbulance situation." Me : "Shut up Ran!Ros. This is how i cope from all emotional damage Kiki have done to me!" & you're not joking when you say this & previous chapter will have many emotional scenes. It's ironic how i'm so eager for the confrontation when it haven't happen yet, but the moment it's happen, i'm like "Guys, let's just talk this problem in peaceful way. No need to use violance." That fighting scene hurt so much. 😭 Great piece as usual, Kiki! Thank you so much for this! Hope you have a great day & taking a good care of yourself. -❤ Arya-
IMMMMMMMMM SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO MAD with tumblr right now, cause i've been trying to answer this ask since this morning but this shitty app kept saying to me that ask was already answered?? like?? bitch stfu lemme answer it damn
but, anyways! lezgo!
listen! I WAS LITERALLYYYYYYYYYYYY LIKE THE FIRST GIF WHILE I WAS WRITING THIS CHAPTER ON JANUARY ((yes it was already finished since january this year, and i was already thinking: dammmmmn they'll need to read it calmly, specially because i was already waiting that most people who read C.D. would dislike rin a little because, I confess, I wrote him being more 'human' than haruchiyo and this might give the impression that he is the villain of the story, but in reality the real villain doesn't even exist, i think rin is more of an anti-hero while haruchiyo tries to be the hero
AND YOU TALKING ABOUT KOKOOOOOOOOOOOOO, ohh this boi will be precious and important... like, not the same way ran is to the story and plot, but still important!
WDYM WITH 'EMOTIONAL DAMAGE'??? I DID NOTHING, who did something: rindou! only! but anyways, i hope you have an amazing day sweetheart, because that's the minimum you deserve! <3<3 love yaaa
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Wolfstar!!
I wanted to challenge myself, so I found a Tumblr prompt challenge. Today’s prompt is a selfie together, so without further ado....... Here it is!!!
(8:37) Padfoot: Prongs
(8:37) Padfoot: JAMES
(8:37) Padfoot: JAMESSSSS
(8:38) Padfoot: James I need your help. I’m hiding out in the bathroom. I’m royally messing up my date
(8:39) Padfoot: I really like this guy
(8:39) Prongs: Padfoot calm down
(8:40) Padfoot: I CANT. I CANT MESS THIS ONE UP
(8:40) Prongs: What happened?
(8:42) Padfoot: I was late and then when our drinks came I spilled wine on him. Luckily he was really chill about it but it was sooooooooooooooo embarrassing. And I tried to talk and eat at the same time and I ended up choking so he had to give me the Heimlich. I’m really messing up and idk what to do :(((
(8:43) Prongs: Okay 1. Breathe 2. Move on. 3. Talk to him about it and make it up to him. There’s a carnival not too far from you guys. Take him there maybe
(8:44) Padfoot: …… that’s actually good …. Thanks Jamie!!
(8:44) Prongs: Don’t call me Jamie….now get back to your date
(8:44) Padfoot: ok..ttyl
His date, Remus Lupin, worked by at the university library. The two had run into each other when Sirius needed help finding a book. They arranged a date, and that was the date that Sirius was currently hiding during. From the moment Sirius saw him, he knew that this one was special. Remus was tall, like really really tall. He was also thin which made him look a little lanky, but his features made up for it. He had gorgeous amber eyes that had specks of brown and gold mixed in, and they were wise and carefree. His hair was many different shades of light brown with bouncy curls that cutely framed his face. He also had freckles EVERYWHERE scattered all over his skin. Remus had a few visible scars on his arms and face, which made him more intriguing and mysterious. And that was just the beginning of all of Sirius’s observations.
“You can do this,” Sirius told himself as he splashed his face with water. After taking a deep breath, Sirius walked back to his table with his head held high. He spotted the other at the table. Remus appeared to be lost in thought, but he was alert the second he made eye contact with Sirius.
“Are you alright? You were in there for a while,” Remus softly told Sirius.
Sirius took a deep breath and said, “I’m really sorry for messing this up. I really tried, but like a lot of things, I messed it up. I was late and then I spilled the wine on you. Then you had to save me from choking on my pasta, and-”
Sirius was interrupted from his rant by Remus’s laughter It wasn’t a cruel laugh. It was more amused than anything. Once he had calmed down a bit, he spoke, “Sirius, you didn’t mess up anything at all. I really didn’t care about you being late because I was too. The wine was a complete accident and so was the choking. Sure some parts of it weren’t ideal, but it made for the most interesting date I’ve ever been on. Honestly I would have been more put out if you weren’t interesting...there’s just something about you and…..I really like you.” Remus finished shyly.
Sirius couldn’t think of anything to say, so he just gently grabbed Remus’s hand and smiled contently. Then he remembered what James had said.
“Hey, I know how to make it up to you. There’s a carnival not too far. Do you want to go, or should we call it a night?” Sirius asked.
A smile broke out on Remus’s face which made his dimples visible. “A carnival sounds great.”
Sure enough, they paid and made their way to the carnival a few streets down from the restaurant,just as James had said. They bought some tickets and debated what to do.
“I bet you can’t win the bear,” Remus challenged.
Sirius dramatically scoffed. “Why my dearest Remus, How dare you doubt my skills. I am amazing at these games. I shall prove myself and win that bear.”
30 minutes later found Remus laughing hysterically at the fact that Sirius couldn’t win the bear. “Don’t laugh at me,” Sirius pouted, but he was secretly enjoying himself. He loved Remus’s laugh and would do anything to hear it again. After a few more tries, Sirius FINALLY won the bear.
“See I told you I could win the bear. On the first try too,” Sirius jokingly said. Remus snorted at that.
They continued to walk around and play some more carnival games. They went on a few of the rides too which resulted in Sirius puking up the pasta he had for dinner. They shared so many laughs and overall had a great time at the carnival. Right before Sirius was ready to call it a night, Remus said, “How about we conclude the night with the ferris wheel?” Sirius agreed and they were on their way.
They were both having a fun time on the ferris wheel talking about life, and while they were at the top, the ferris wheel suddenly stopped. All its lights turned off and it didn’t move. It was announced that there were technical difficulties that would take a little while to fix. Neither Sirius or Remus minded much, and they contently sat and soaked in the presence of the other.
“Sirius,” Remus said, which shook Sirius out of his thoughts. “Thank you for tonight. It was absolutely wonderful. I hope you also had a good time.”
Sirius smiled warmly and replied, “Really now, I should be thanking you for dealing with my sorry ass. In all honesty I greatly enjoyed this date, and I hope we can have a second one.” The last sentence came out as more of a question, but Remus understood anyways.
“It’s a date,” Remus replied as he laid his head on Sirius’s shoulder. Both men were on cloud 9 like this.
They sat there for a few minutes, then Sirius spoke, “I think we should take a moment to commemorate this moment.” Remus removed his head from Sirius’s shoulder and stared at him in confusion. Only once Sirius had pulled out his phone and opened to the camera did Remus understand. Sirius turned his head and gave Remus a kiss as he snapped the picture. Many selfies were taken, but that first one said it all.
The night ended with the picture of Sirius kissing a blushing and laughing Remus. It was the start of a beautiful relationship.
Hope you like it :)
#Wolfstar fanfiction#wolfstar#wolfstar muggle au#remus x sirius#Sirius x Remus#Remus Lupin#Sirius Black#james potter#marauders#Harry Potter
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Yes, I already locked in my vote. Yes, I’m going to rewatch the two finalists anyway. 💕 “Holiday Hookah” first, a Christmas episode in June!!
I want more of Zach is S3. He’s so fucking funny SKSJDNS.
God, I adore Janine being inclusive of all her students’ religions when it comes to cookie decorations. I’m reading Quinta’s memoir rn—(it’s so good!!)—and she mentions that she grew up Jehovah’s Witness. So, Janine making an undecorated cookie for her student who’s a JW feels like a nod to that child self.
Gregory letting the kids dress him up as a Christmas tree is so dear to me; he’s grown so much since S1 when he wasn’t sure of how to play with the kids and let loose.
Ava in that Santa suitttttttt. Ma’am, I am looking respectfully. 😵💫
“Thinking small’s what got you in a dead-end job in a poorly run school.” WOQOOWJDNS.
Mr. J’s gift to Melissa is so thoughtful ANDJSJDJ, and Barb’s double take is hilarious.
The famous Work Wives talking head. Oh, my God. It’s so gay of them to have a dinner alone to themselves every year at Christmas. <3333
“It’s our own little slice of Heaven.” The line that made it in, like, a gazillion WW fics around the world.
“Well, that sounds fun. Come on, Barb.” / “What in the world?” QKOWQOJEIWIEUD
A cool directing moment—one of the cameras shakily spies on Gregory and Janine’s conversation at the school party behind a bookshelf. Little shots like that make you remember that this is a documentary, and we’re all getting precious insights into these teachers’ lives. Some moments are even stolen by the camera people.
The way Barbara says “wine” and cocks her hip out a little is so WIWIDJSJSJ.
Janine panting is genuinely one of the funniest moments in the episode. KQKWDNS, Quinta is so good at physical comedy.
“Sorry. I don’t speak line.” AQoiqeieiieiwJjw. Ava Coleman, I love you.
Erica about Ava: “Mm, that’s an impressive circle twerk.” Hejiejwjdsjsj.
WW arguing across the table like a married couple. (I’m so delusional. <33)
Melissa is such an ass QKWKDJDJ.
Gregory slowly dancing over to Janine, lmaooooo.
“Is Barbara here? Oh, my God. I’m gonna throw up.” / “No. No, no, no, no. She’s not here. There’s too much sinning going on.” AKQKQOKWOEWONENDKDIDID, okay this is still the line of the episode
“My liquor coat will make it a toasty 42.” AOWKDJDNS.
“Oh, I don’t dance to songs I don’t like. I don’t want the DJ to get the wrong idea.” AIQOSKDJWJ.
Erika’s friendship with Janine is so dear to me!!!!!!!
“They chose frostbite over your withering takes.” SIDJDJWSN. But sincerely, man, I’ve always loved this conversation between Jacob and Mr. J. When Mr. J steps into the mentoring role for the junior teachers, it’s always to great effect, giving them new perspective from his life well-lived.
It’s also one of the first times we’ve gotten some vulnerable candor from Jacob, and I so appreciate and relate to his complicated relationship with Christmas. This is a really good episode for him.
“Okay, next year, we’ll go back to just you and me.” GAY GAY GAY!!!!!!!
“You sure you won’t miss being visited by the ghost of NPR’s past?” FIEIEIEDJS.
Melissa crossing herself and Barb going “that boy” when Jacob almost gets hit by the car. AIWOWKJD
“Not my work husband grinding on my work nemesis. Pour me something cheap so I can spit it out.” AOQOQOEJJDJWJS. She is the funniest fucking personnwiwowjsjsjaj.
Gregory and Janine dancing on each other is sooooooooooooooo 😳😵💫😳!!!!!!
“Why you can’t move like that during step practice?” Love little continuity lines like these that let us know the step team is still going.
Ugh, the way Gregory looks at Janine when he says, “Beautiful.”
This almost kiss was so tenderly and delicately done.
God, this Ava and Janine moment!!!!!!!!!!! YEAH, I see the Avanine vision.
“Well, he’s been dating me for five years, but I’ve only been dating him for two.” AKKWIEJWSJ. Her one liners are so fucking insane.
I love this episode with everything in me. It’s an incredible ensemble episode where everyone gets the chance to shine, it’s got some of my favorite WW moments to date in it, and it’s just replete with so many wonderful fandom memories for me. It got my vote for the final round because of those things! If “Teacher Conference” wins, I won’t be disappointed, but “Holiday Hookah” will always be number one in my heart.
ABBOTT BRACKET [FINAL ROUND]
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Holiday Hookah (★8.2): Janine is convinced by a friend to go to a popular hookah club where she runs into unexpected colleagues; Jacob crashes Barbara and Melissa's traditional holiday dinner and in the process begins to learn the true meaning of Christmas. Teacher Conference (★8.7): Staff members head to the Pennsylvania Educational Conference; Gregory reluctantly attends after a disagreement with Amber; Jacob finds himself charmed by the Addington teachers. Abbott S1-2 Bracket
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can you tell me about your friends? -C (you dont have to)
Ooh! Sure, C! No problem! Hmm, since it doesn’t really specify which ‘friends’ you’re talking about, I’m going to talk about IRL and online ones! XD
This is gonna be a long one, but only because I love, appreciate, and care for my friends :)
So let’s start with my...
IRL friends ^-^
I won’t be using their ‘real names’ so... meh.
First up we have Eggen! :)
She’s such a joy to be around (no this is not sarcastic). She has this weird fluctuating emotions sometimes and it’s scary to deal with (but not as scary as Jessie-). Funny story about how we actually met was that we had this conjoining class in Ext. Maths and she was from another class. I was still a new student then, so I wasn’t really familiar with anyone and my friends from *my* class were in Ext. Maths too, and were friends with Eggen, hence we all had this weird group thingy at one portion of the classroom and we hung out together.
Now see, here, we weren’t really *friends* then. More like acquaintances XD
BUT-
I texted her because I saw in her profile, that she was a *HUFFLEPUFF* (which is different now, because it didn’t fit anymore- She’s a slytherin now :)) and I texted her saying “OH MY GOSH! YOU’RE A HUFFLEPUFF TOO?!!” I was a dork. It was stupid. And she replied “Haha, yeah...” and lemme tell you, I’m surprised why she’s still my friend to this day XD
She’s improved a lot since then, and I am honestly quite frankly really *really* proud of her. She’s grown a lot (literally, coz she’s short and metaphorically, coz she’s so talented and skilled and smart now! [Not that she wasn’t smart before, just saying, definitely you can see progress]) She’s talented in drawing, ballet, has great ideas, really hard working, productive, one of the most inspirational person I know :) I’m glad to call her my friend :D
(Only I get to call her Eggen though 0-0 ANyONe else who dares, will get a smack from me-) ALSO did I mention she likes to torture people by throwing her erasers at them? It’s funnnn memories :’)
Next up we haveeeee Lizze!!
Lizze now this one, I didn’t meet until like... at least a year after Eggen. Honestly. Don’t judge me, our school is biiggggggg. She had long hair then. At first I see her here and there, and it was pretty chill. Nothing too... ya know- friendsy just like oh yeah I recognize you. We were in the same scholarship program! So that was fun! :)
We didn’t officially properly meet until like a year after though, and well let’s just say it was fun. She’s one of the only friends I was able to rope into watching Sanders Sides with me and is also a huge geek nerd XD She’s ALSO REALLY REALLY HECKING TALENTED IN WRITING?! LIke WHAT?! WHo even?!
Yeah, such a great friend. She’s one of the people I go to when in need of any writing advice, or just advice in general! She really gives that second opinion and really takes things into account and I’m really just plain glad to call her my friend. I love her so much and like we would discuss and hang out sometimes on VC late into the night and it’d be funny watching her trying to navigate around her messy room :’) Ahh! Fun times XD
Then we have... NICO!! :)
Nico... was my first ever friend. Literally. In the new school. I’m gonna lay down the scenario XD
I walked into class on orientation day, not aa lot of students were there yet, I was early (for once). Nico was sitting on the left side of a table (we had two student tables) two rows from the back, near the windows. I walked in and was like Hm. Where should I sit? So I Decided that I wasn’t gonna be a wimp and decided to walk and sit next to Nico. He was also surprisingly a new student, so we kinda like related for a bit XD
Flashforward and Nico is one of my close friends? I mean he’s there and he’s fun to hang out with XD (I don’t do labels, sorry XD) We would joke around, play around, and he’s just a great fella all around! It’s just sometimes people might make fun of him and he’d get insecure sometimes, which makes me sad and yeah! Favorite memories with him would always be in Ext. Math. We’ve landed in the same class (coz we switch around every year) like twice and everytime it’d be the same! And well every time in Math I would ‘show off’ my amazing math skills and he’d try to compete with me. It was fun every time. *dreamy sigh*
I miss the competitions really. We’d compete to see who would finish first, who would do what part, and when either of us are confused we would annoy the other to get the answer XD I miss him :’)
Then we get... JILL! :D
Jill was another friend I met in my first year at the school. At first, she used to hang out with this other friend because they were stuck to each other since like primary, but slowly they drifted (which in my opinion might be for the best 😬)
She’s an otaku. A pure bred otaku. I had to deal with her anime fanatic years for like... 3 years and counting now. Why. But she’s wonderful and drawing and would always have this bad habit of drawing on anything and literally whatever surface she finds. The desk, her notebooks, her test papers, her *SKIN*, *MY* skin, her WATER BOTTLE (like what THE HECK- JILL?!) but like, it’s endearing XD
She’s great at complaining and hates hugs. She also hates mangoes- (If you remember what my catchphrase was? Yeah the, “GUESS WHAT? JILL HATES MANGOES” yeah it’s this Jill XD) I’m not joking. She’s great at complaining XD
Funny story is that once we had to do this video project thing and we just had Jill complain about the amount of homework we had to like compare stuff and what not, and she did it. IN ONE BREATH. NO HESITATIONS. NO SCRIPT. ONE TAKE. WE were all DYING after that XDDD Coz she’s literally known as a complainer and she has great logic skills. She also really LOVES money... so... i mean... yeah. She’s really like... conservative with her money but isn’t afraid to use it to spoil others, but not herself XD
Finally but not the last (I got more friends, but I don’t really... connect with them enough?) is BEEP! (no this is not her actual name, I just don’t really call her by her real name much)
The OG friend from first day of school! Nico? YEah Step ASIDE BRO! XDD This gal is my go-to cuddle buddy. LIterally. Our moms are kinda like... besties? (*shrugs* it’s complicated) so we kinda do a lot of things together XD We go to gym together, go to places together, road trip together. She’s a joy to be around. She is like the cuddliest and well usually she does get teased about for being fluffy but like that’s the best part about her 🥺. Her mom is also really picky about her appearance which as her friends, we were pretty annoyed by it, but I love her the way she is :)
First day of school and she walked by and asked to sit next to me. I said yes, without looking at her, coz I was *shy* (shush). Then we had an ice-breaker thing and LMAO guess what we bonded on-
FRICKING HARRY STYLES AND WATTPAD- (look, if you’ve been on wattpad, you’d know that Harry Styles stories on there is never really... safe. in a sense.) SO, we’d immediately bonded over that and literally the rest of the day was history. We’d go through class everyday together and it would be a blast, OF COURSE she had other friends and I had mine, we weren’t really in the same ‘stereotypical’ group (like she has the more... *mean girls* kinda group [I’M NOT SAYING SHE’S MEAN! But, I’m saying that they have the popular group- yeah there that XD])
I had my own group but we hang anyways because it’s fun. She has the most beautiful laugh, like... literally the loudest and beautiful-est laugh ever XD We have so many inside jokes. She’d hold on to them and start laughing randomly XD She cries a lot when she laughs so that always spurs us to continue laughing, gosh damn it, I miss her. I’m smiling so hard writing this.
XDD
Aight! That’s from my IRL friends!
Next we have my online friends! :DDD
First up, we have YAWN! :D
Yawn is quite frankly, the first person I ever actually connected to on Tumblr here XD
I’ve been through tens and hundreds of discord servers, jumped in tumblr group chats, and no where have I ever met anyone as wonderful as Yawn. Literally.
I would say we pretty much clicked and when *she* (look I asked okay. they said yes to all pronouns so- >:3 I’m going to have fun with it XD) expressed xeir love for PUNS of all things, literally, I was shooketh. SO I LITERALLY SPAMMED HIM WITH ALL THE PUNS I COULD THINK OF- ANd then HE LITErally PropOSEd- XDDD I don’t know man. It’s amazing :’) I don’t know how I got this lucky.
Yawn is like that refreshing giddiness you have as a child when you see a new toy or something. Yeah that’s Yawn. Literally every time we text it’s just so damn wholesome and so fun and it’s great! We’d talk about the most random things ever and it’d be amazing :))
Hhhhhhhhhhh, I’m just so damn proud of zem. LIke. Literally. Xir has come so far, and like... we haven’t really met for long yet but I just care about xir sooooooooooooooo much. It has always been there for me and I’m just so appreciative of it. We have so many- *WHEEZE* inside jokes- XDDD
One I can think of is literally “I run you, Shakespeare” and it’s HILARIou- XDDDDDDDDDDDD
I can’t- It’s beautiful XD
I just can’t believe that our friendship literally started with me just sucking up my anxiety and just texting people stuff and I honestly don’t know how it continued from there- XD
They are the most accepting person I know. Genuinely. I don’t know where I’d be without them :’)
Next we have... VOMMY! :DDD Or C-Gal... We gotta bring that nickname back XD
First of all, we met in a Fander Pride Meet Up server. VOmmy CAN SPEAK DUTCH and is SOO CREATIve and SO FRIckING Hard WOrking and such an inspiration. Always greets us and is always down for hugs and cuddles XD
Such a great tea friend, and has like the best aesthetic ever- literally. So old and vintage like a vintage mom and always down to talk about stuff! Ze is soooooo smart as well! And would infodump sometimes when ze’s not busy about stuff that I absolutely adore and love to hear about! Honestly the best vommy ever and ze has PLANTS like- *Woooooooooo!*
We met vommy and literally we can always geek out with zem. Sometimes life gets hard and we need to scream it out every now and then, and vommy would be there :)))
I am so proud of zem and just so damn happy to call zem my friend uwu
ALSO HAVE I MENTIONED THAT ZE CAN SING AND PLAY THE UKE AND WRITE SONGS LIKE WHAT THE HECK THAT’S EPIC AH
Then we haveeeeee... STARBURST! OR BOB THE BUILDER!
ANOTHER friendo we met in the Fander Pride Meet Up Server (seriously a lot of cool friendos there). One of the best advice givers and the most caring older sibling ever. Literally. Like I can’t stress this enough. He’s such a great cousin duck and just a great listener friendo ever.
Such a fricking talented writer and MUSICIAN AND FRICKING ARTIST LITERALLY THE WHOLE SHEBANG IT’s RIDICulOUS
I’m literally so proud of him. It’s crazy. He’s always been there for us, all of us. And is there to provide hugs and arms to cry on. ALSO HAVE I EVER MENTIONED HOW BEAUTIFUL HE IS??! LIKE WHAT THE HECK- AHhhhhHHHHHH
SO BEAUTIFUl- and PRETTY and GORGEOUS
Next we haveeeeeee- POPPY the POPTART! :D
First time we met in the Fander Pride Meetup, I may of may not have offended them. 0-0
woops.
I still feel really bad about that honestly. Uhhh, anyways, I won’t go too in depth on that. BUT ANYWAYS-
THEy Have been such a WONDERFUL presence in my life. LIterally. LIke They have such an cheerful vibe ever and would never fail to make me laugh or like coo or like anything coz they are soooo ADORABLE! They are also like really great cuddler and hugger and sooooo sooooo sooooo handsome :DD
Sure there are rough patches in their lives, but I adore them and am sooo sooo soo proud of them for being able to go through it and still come out with their heads high and just so damn happy that they will not give up that easily. I really admire their strength, and we are always there to support if they need help :)
Also, go check out @/poptartsaysurloved pinned post. See if anyone is willing or can help! :)
Next we have... ATLAS! Or LAssie as I like to call him XD
He’s one of the screaming cereal that I most definitely did not meet in the Fander Pride Meet Up and instead in another server and I’m glad to have met him XD
I don’t know the *exact* thing I texted him, but I definitely remember asking him about something in his status and I most definitely was satisfied with my answer and we just started talking in DMs for a bit, before I invited him in to the screaming cereal bowl server! :D
IT IS A BLAST
LITERALLY
ARSon kid can’t go a day without wanting to blow something up and frankly I’m concerned but such a great friendo
Provider of memes, jokes, laughs, hugs, cuddles, and fun time XD
I can’t even, it’s crack head moments every time with that lassie XD
AHHHHHHHHHHHH FINALLY but obviously not the LAST W E HAVE HEDGIE the ShellY HOGGLES
HONESTLY I LOVE THIS GURLY SOHECKING MUCH
She deals with my bull crap every day kind of and deals with a bunch of my mushy feelingsy moments! I can’t stress enough. Literally Shelly McScotty over here is like the most relatable person ever. Mood all the way and we have like SOO MANY SIMILAR INTERESTS
IT’s CRAZY! When I first found out that she watches like Unus Annus, Winx Club (SHOOSH IT’S A GOOD SHOW SHUSH) Literally, I’m like this is the best person ever. She’s also knowledgeable in a lot of stuff and is literally like the best person to go to when you need to get like informational stuff
Literally. I would info dump on her and she’d be such a great listener. Fricking Disney and Potterhead GEEK of the decade. HOly heck this lady is the literal embodiment of a disney princess. FIRST OF ALL, PERSONALITY IS THERE. SECOND OF ALL, HER LOOKS! HAVE YOU SEEN? LITERALLY SO DROP DEAD GORGEOUS ON FLEEK MAKEUP! AHHHHHh
I can’t get enough of this dude. Gives great advice and insight on soooo many things and I’m just so glad to have met this gurl. I don’t know how exactly we met, but I’m glad we did.
MIND YOU most of my friends are either from Tumblr or Discord so XD
AHHHHHHHHh
Welp! This was a fun! I definitely spent wayyyyyyyyy too long on this thing, but it’s worth it! XD
Hope you have fun learning about my friends from like a freaking geeking out stand point Canon! :D
I have a feeling you wouldn’t read through this entire thing, so well... AH! Hope you have a nice day and don’t sleep too late! Tell me about your friends as well! :))
#caps tw#caps#tw caps#anon stuff#anon#c-anon#canon#friends stuff#long post#I definitely did tag them in my Recs and Friends. And you'll see the occasional reblog or ask#answered stuff
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Match-up Duo ☀
Hi there love! Thank you so much for the request and your kind words! You are such a sweetie pie! Hope you enjoy the match-up @noodle-of-sunshine. And sorry for taking sooooooooooooooo long to get it to ya! ^o^
So I match you with………………… Ieyasu
Selfie match-up portion
The first time Ieyasu saw you, he had to do a double-take
You were absolutely radiant, shining bright like a ray of warm sunshine
He couldn’t help but compare you to a bright yellow sunflower, extruding warmth and light.
You are his favorite colour, yellow!
And when he looked at you, he couldn’t help but think that you embodied everything, he loved about the color, sunshine, hope, and happiness, overflowing with purity and optimism
He had to shake his head clear, but then he looked up into those eyes of yours he melted into a puddle
Brown eyes shone brightly with the warmth of the sun, piercing into his very soul.
They were big beautiful bright doe eyes. Constantly smiling at him, warming his sweet porcupine heart.
And ooohhh how his breath caught in his throat when you flashed him your smile.
It was like seeing the first spring flower bloom with happiness and joy
He had to avert his eyes, for if he gazed at you any longer, he feared he would lose his heart or perhaps he had already lost it
For the match-up part
Ieyasu needed to get away from you before your bright light swallowed him whole. He couldn’t help but be a moth drawn to your flame. While everyone was chatting and getting to know you after Nobunaga declared you the new castle, Chatelaine. Ieyasu tried to cut the blooming feeling in his chest off by the bud. He stood up abruptly, rolled his eyes, and said, “If this meeting is over, then I’m leaving, I don’t have time for weaklings.” You looked up at him with your big doe eyes, and he couldn’t help but blush and avert his gaze. Ieyasu quickly made his way out of the room, knowing that if he stays a moment longer, he with be teased to death by the troublesome trio. After he left, Mitsuhide focused his golden eyes on you: “My, my seems like the little mouse has caught the attention of our resident porcupine.” Masamune couldn’t help but laugh and chime in, “Never seen the lad so red, maybe i’ll swoop in and steal the lass away before he makes a move.” Mitsunari oblivious to any kind of teasing simply turned to you and beamed his bright angelic smile. He then clasped your hands in his and said, “I’m so happy you’ve managed to make so many friends already.” You couldn’t help but smile up at the strange men who took you in.
You worked hard as castle chatelaine and brought a kind of warmth and peacefulness to the castle. The maids loved working with you, and your bright warm personality even had Hideyoshi dropping all suspicion towards you. You had made quick friends with all the warlords especially Hideyoshi and Mitsunari
One day you went out to the market to buy some candy for Nobunaga. You felt slightly nervous, walking around with so much money but felt a sense of pride at the same time, for being trusted with such a big responsibility. You had successfully completed your mission and was now on your way back to the castle, when you saw some scary looking people out the corner of your eye. They, too, took notice of you and started to follow you. You picked up in pace, trying your best to spot one of the warlords to help you. You now broke out into a desperate run, trying to make it to the palace before the bandits caught up to you. You, unfortunately, were out of luck as you tripped, dropping a bag of candy. The bandits caught up to you and drew their swords; one of them grabbed you. You tried your hardest to fight them off, but one of them put a cloth over your nose and mouth. You felt yourself loose consciousness, and before you knew it, everything was black.
Ieyasu and Hideyoshi were starting to worry about you, as you had been away for some time, and no one has spotted you. They left the castle, and Ieyasu felt something crunch under his shoes. He looked down to see a spilled packet of candies. He and Hideyoshi exchanged looks. They went back to the castle to report your disappearance. Mitsuhide contacted all his informants to try and pinpoint your whereabouts. Thanks to Mitsuhide’s connections, they quickly found out where you were, and a search party was now deployed to recover you.
You woke up in a dark room, your wrists were bound, and you could see the silhouette of two people chatting outside. You overheard a part of their conversation. They wanted to give you to a monk named Kennyo to use as an advantage over Nobunaga. A shiver went down your spine; you honestly prayed that someone was on their way to help you. The sky started getting dark, and a storm was brewing, you pretended to be knocked out when the men sought shelter in the very room, they kept you in. The cloud burst, and a big storm was underway. The shack they kept you in was by no means a good shelter as it was full of holes and cracks. You were also positioned right under a hole in the roof, so the water was now dripping all over you, chilling you to the bone. You honestly felt like crying, and just when you were starting to lose all hope, the door of the shack swung open, and your warlord friends came piling in guns blazing. Ieyasu went to untie you and help you up. The fear and anxiety was too much for you, and Ieyasu could see it in your eyes. He crouched down and picked you up, “You really are a troublesome girl.” That was all you heard before you passed out in Yasu’s warm, comforting arms. He took you back to your room and tucked you in.
The stress must have been too much for your body as you woke up feeling like you had been hit by a ton of bricks. As you slowly opened your eyes, you were welcomed by the sight of two bright green emerald eyes glaring down at you with worry. “Someone as naïve as you should learn some self-defense lest you want to be trampled on like a flower in the dirt.” You found it strange how his harsh words didn’t match his gentle action. He put a soothing cold cloth on your forehead and made you a cup of tea. He gave it to you, looking at you with concern. His eyes softened, and he gave you a small smile. You were drifting in and out of consciousness, and after you finished drinking the tea, your eyes fluttered closed, and Ieyasu tucked you back into bed. He had slowly nurse you back to health, and soon you were back to your full health ready to get back to work
Hideyoshi gave you the rest of the week off to relax until you were 100% healthy, in his opinion. You decided to spend that time making something for Ieyasu as a thank you for taking care of you. You had found out that he enjoyed spicy foods, so you made him a spicy curry and bread. You walked over to his palace and knocked on his door. He couldn’t help but give you a soft smile when he saw you walk in. “I don’t need your thanks, silly girl; I was just doing what I felt like.” You beamed at him and gave him the thank you gift anyways. The two of you sat together and had tea, you felt comfortable around him, so you chatted away.
Since then, your visits to Ieyasu became a common occurrence. He really enjoyed it when you visited him, and he got to see that goofy smile of yours, not that he would ever admit it, of course. On one of your visits, you spotted a fawn in his garden, and you were awestruck, she was so freaken cute. The whole scene inspired you to paint, so you left abruptly returning a few hours later with some paints and a canvas. Ieyasu simply raised a brow at you and let you in. He had long ago fallen in love with you. So, he was but all too happy to spend more time with you. You set yourself up to paint on his porch overlooking the garden. Every day you came to visit him. He would work on important documents, and you would paint, and when both of you needed a break, the two of you would sit and have tea together. Ieyasu told you all about his life, and you told him all about yours.
At some point, Ieyasu couldn’t hold in his feelings anymore, and he just had to confess them. So, one night he took a thin paintbrush and some of your paints and made a painting of his own. It was by no means good, but he was happy with it. He hung it on your wall for you to find it the morning and when you woke up to the clumsy painting, you were filled with so much happiness that you ran to Ieyasu palace and before he could say anything you gave him the biggest hug and smiled as he kissed your nose.
Ieyasu loved you so much. He was always there for you. He knew you would put others' needs before your own, so he made it his priority to make sure you were always happy. He would literally shower you with the sweetest kisses. His favorite kisses to give are definitely butterfly and Eskimo kisses. He would instantly pick up whenever you were feeling sad and just envelop you in a warm hug, gently rubbing your back. He knows you use humor as a coping mechanism to deal with stress, so he will even crack a few jokes while soothingly rubbing your back. Once that beautifully radiant smile is back on your face, he to will give you a smile in return and kiss your nose.
The two of you can often be found nestled together in the sun. You love cuddling and snuggling the contrary porcupine. He is so soft and sweet like a big ball of cotton candy. Ieyasu loves you more than anything in the world. He will often just sit with you in his arms and whisper sweet nothings in your ear. He will often think back to the day he met you. Perhaps he got it slightly wrong. He is like the sunflower strong and sturdy. As the sunflower always faces and follows the sun, so will he always follow and dedicate his life to you. His sun, his love, his universe, his all. He will never tire of you, and he will always love you.
Other potential matches...................... Hideyoshi
I hope you enjoyed it dear! and i hope you are staying safe and well! <3
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🥰🥰🥰 Anyway, I love Harry sooooooooooooooo much I could CRY 🥰🥰 He's so amazing and I'm super happy that he's in the public eye and we get to see him :) :D :D :D He's great in everyway 🥰🥰 I will Love him FOREVER :D 🥰🥰 :D :D :D :D
MOOOOOD I LOVE HIM SO MUCH IM SO HAPPY WE STAN HIM 🥰🥰🥰
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