#but damn sometimes the haters do get under my skin

[odinsblog]

you know odin, in some other universe, we meet in middle school or high school or at some job afterwards and we would have been friends. that likely won't become reality here and that's okay.

you know, re-reading that, considering how out-of-the-blue this message will come for you, that almost sounds like a vague suicide note, but no, nothing like that.

For whatever reason you popped into mind tonight; you're just a random tumblr blog I follow and rarely see on my dash but i was in the middle of talking to someone tonight and -shoop-, odin the tumblr blog hit me like a brick. i don't really believe in supernatural things, but my wife does and i've been drinking, so, i thought i'd write this message to remind you that 1.) you never know whose lives you have affected in a positive way. I am just a rando and yet you've made enough of an impact that my consciousness randomly reminded me you existed. how fucking weird is that? in a good way. if you ever lose confidence in yourself, and god forbid that, remember that there are potentially countless others who use their idea of who you've portrayed yourself as as a source of strength for themselves, and those portrayals aren't made out of nothing, they come from who we are.

and 2.) no one is perfect, you know that and I know that, everyone has said or done something they regret that they could point to (if they absolutely had to) of something they wish they could have done differently. But worth and deserving are not tainted by a negative choice like a drop of oil in a vat of water. Regardless of your opinion, I am telling you that you're a very good dude; you're a net positive force in your immediately peer group(s) and in your community as a whole. Hopefully you know that already and are aware of it, hopefully I'm not telling you anything you don't already know, but if you needed the reminded I'm giving it to you.

(I am not looking for a response, you can just read this and save or delete it, but if you do feel compelled to respond I do not care whether its private or public.)

Wow. I’m honestly at a loss for words 💙

Thank you so very much for the kind words, @classicintp

[kalims]

⊹ㅤattractive things they do | heartslabyul

parts. heartslabyul, savanaclaw, octavinelle, scarabia, pomefiore, ignihyde, diasomnia

characters. riddle, trey, cater, ace, and deuce.

content. gender neutral reader as always

note. fun fact: was scrolling thru my really, really old drafts and saw this. so I decided to just finish it cause why not. (this been rotting there for like a year and a half lmao)

I have about, 14 in my to do list haha. im doing them at random but trying to squeeze in writing at the crack of the night

perhaps he isn't aware of what he's doing exactly but riddle nods every once in a while during a conversation with you. that alone wouldn't have striken something in you if he wasn't intent on looking in your eyes every, damn, time! when you started to notice whatever habit it was it honestly got you skipping words mid sentence. eye to eye contact was something he thought was basic etiquette, hence his lack of care about it. there's something nice about his undivided attention focused, and probably soaking up whatever you had to say. if that wasn't enough him remembering every single thing you mention to him definitely did the trick..

everything, coughs. if i had to narrow it down probably the fact that trey quite literally looms over your shoulder to take a look at whatever you're doing. it doesn't matter whether you're tall, if you're sitting down that's what he's doing. if you had a penny you'd bet that he knows exactly what he's doing from the small smirk he does right after you jolt. you could smell his cologne, his skin over yours and you don't know if you want to screech into the void or throw yourself out of the window. you're as still as a statue, refusing to look up at him or else you're gonna get more down bad than you already are.

some might have contrary opinions but we all love an affectionate guy who isn't afraid to show it. caters just the type to bound up to you and attach himself like a magnet or something. it's funny cause you could be talking to your friends or something and he just bounds up behind you and encases you in a hug. sometimes when he's the one in a conversation he's pulling you over like he needs an emotional support item. literally whenever you're in reach, he's putting his arms to good use. you will not escape I guess.

for someone who claims to be a major hater to certain things considered weird in his book, affection included. ace does it a lot. he somehow always gravitates towards you, it doesn't matter if deuce is walking beside you he's gonna literally bump the guy away with his shoulder (one time into a bush.) a thing he likes to do though, is an arm over your shoulders like you're buddy buddies, which you technically are. just kinda out of character for a guy like him to pull you close so suddenly—and he's semi-aware of it.

looks away really fast when he gets flustered. it's really obvious that you got him, with whatever you've done. a cute thing deuce has done is laying face down in his desk at record speed just because you managed to make him embarrassed, in a good way! if you peeked through the gap under him you'd see his red face. if he can't hide his face from you, as in you keep tryna peek at it when he looks away he's literally just gonna use his hands to cover it. (although his likely response is to just sputter some excuse and dip.)

[charmercharm3r]

left field

SCB

Masterlist

5/8 of The Sleepwear Series

wc: 6.5k

Synopsis: So many hints dropped, so little of them picked up.

warnings: smut, explicit sexual content, softdom!changbin, fem!reader, friends to lovers cus he's a cutie, mentions of periods, fingering, piv, marking, mentions of graphoerotica, creampie, pretty tame ngl

“God fucking damn it—“

You had already pulled your pants down and sat on the toilet when you saw the small red splotches of blood on the gusset of your underwear. Typical, your period decides to leak through your tampon while at your best friend’s man cave he calls a home. And your bag with necessities in the living room, out of reach. Changbin would die on the hill that his place is better than yours, but if that were the case then he’d have feminine products under the sink like most people. But he doesn’t, which not only proves your point but leads you to loudly call out for him from behind the closed door.

Heavy footsteps padded down the hallway followed by the door abruptly opening, your legs closing tight and pulling down your shirt to cover any indecent skin, “what the fuck?!”

Changbin looked at you with his eyes wide open and a worried brow, “you’re not dying?”

“I am now! Of embarrassment. Close the door!” He immediately stepped out and pulled it behind him just enough so there was a small sliver still open.

“You yelled my name, I thought you were hurt.”

“So you barge in like a fucking barbarian?”

“Well– yeah!” You could practically hear the gears turning in his head. “If you’re not dying, do you need something?” Changbin’s voice softened and he fiddled with the door knob.

“Can you get my bag for me?” The sheepish nature of your tone made him peak through the crack, “why? What’s in it?”

“Changbin, door!” As you pulled your shirt as far down your body as it’d go, he let himself into the bathroom entirely and stood with his arms folded across his chest.

It wasn’t out of the ordinary for him to lose his sense of personal space. To Changbin, your space was also his space, you would practically breathe the same air because sometimes he forgets that you’re your own person. Changbin doesn’t do it on purpose, though. It’s his way of showing his affection. There’s times where you’d be sat at the end of the couch and he’d plop down straight on top of you. His friends give him hell for it, always pushing him away but he is persistent. Jeongin is especially grateful for your presence, taking Changbin’s attention off of him and redirecting it onto you. Though, his timing isn’t always the best, catching you in the bathroom like this isn’t entirely uncommon.

“Are you being weird in my bathroom?” He narrowed his eyes at you, seemingly unaffected by the fact that you’re still sitting on the toilet.

“You’re the weird one! Why don’t you have pads or tampons? Do you hate women?”

You could see the lightbulb in his brain flicker on as he took a step back and uncrossed his arms, ears tinging red. “I don’t hate women! I love women– I love women a lot. Like a few months ago, there was a woman who got a lot of my love–���

“Ah, ah, ah, I don’t wanna hear it. Just get my bag, woman hater.” You shook your head and mumbled incoherent words until he finally left and returned with your purse.

If you were being honest with yourself, there was more than one reason you didn’t want to picture your best friend with another girl. There was the fact that he was built like an absolute unit and then some, charming and handsome and kind and thoughtful and funny... Also, just the image of him in bed with someone else was a bit horrifying. You knew him so well that thinking about it made your heart sink and cringe at the same time. Were you crushing on your best friend? Yeah, but who wouldn’t? Changbin is hot in the most endearing way– like he knows he’s attractive, just not to what extent. If only he knew… No, that’s unlikely. He’s the most oblivious person you’ve ever met.

As you rummaged through your bag to find something to ease the mess, Changbin still stood in front of you. “What are you waiting for?”

“How do tampons work?” He blurted out and eagerly watched you pull the little plastic tube out of your purse.

“If I tell you, will you leave me alone?” The rapid nodding of his head had you shoving your bag into his arms again and holding up the sealed tampon for a clear view. “Step one, open,” you unwrap it and hold onto the plastic packaging, “step two, insert. Step three push. I’m not showing you my vagina, so can you get out now? My legs are starting to go numb.”

As if his curiosity had been satisfied, Changbin shrugged and left, closing the door behind him while muttering a, “I’m so glad I’m not a girl.”

The next few hours were spent wasting each other’s time, starting a movie and not finishing it because he couldn’t sit still then attempting to toss popcorn in the air at you in hopes you’d catch it in your mouth. You amused him, of course. His laughter was contagious and it’d be a crime not to laugh along with him.

It was close to 9 p.m. when you decided to go home. The walk wasn’t far and you’d done it a million and one times, and every time Changbin offered to walk with you. You couldn’t really protest, especially when he never directly says he was going to walk you home. He’d make an excuse like he’s stopping at the convenience store or doing this and that. 

Upon coming up to your street, you asked him, “are you taking another late night walk that just so happens to be in the direction of my house?”

The two of you were shoulder to shoulder, hands occasionally brushing against one another as cars passed by. “I was going to get my mail but… I can’t remember where my mailbox is. Thought it might’ve been this way but maybe I was wrong.”

This is what always happened. You’ve known him for what feels like forever and every time he stops just in front of your apartment building, your heart breaks just a little more. You wished he’d come in, stay the night, be there when you woke up. He does this thing where he sticks his hands in his hoodie pocket and looks at the ground with a soft smile, he’s doing it now and peers up at you sweetly. Like the ground was suddenly offering to buy him a four course meal and dessert, Changbin dipped his head back down as soon as you met his gaze.

“You don’t need to do this every time. But bonus points for creativity,” you playfully nudged him on the shoulder, grateful for the cloudy night sky shadowing over the blush on your cheeks. 

Obviously, you loved that he did this for you. It makes you feel all kinds of warm and fuzzy inside. A part of you, a rather big part, wished that he’d do it because of a certain emotion, but again… just wishful thinking. Changbin walks you home because he’s a nice person. He makes up reasons to keep talking to you because all his other friends are busy. The only thing that could explain why he calls you all the time for the most random things is because he just blindly presses on his most recent call– that just so happens to be you. Purely coincidental, everything he does is because Changbin is your friend, your best friend. And it’s normal for friends to look at you the way he’s looking at you now, right?

Curtained by his natural curly hair, it was like galaxies had found a home in his eyes. “I want to,” he stuck his hand out to tap adoringly under your chin, “gotta make sure my favorite girl gets home safe.” The action and the words made your skin burn, but somehow shiver at the same time

“Did your mom finally tell you to stop calling her every night?” You brushed his hand away as you spoke, trying to conceal a flattered smile.

“Yeah, but my mom’s always number one. You still rank the highest out of all my girl friends.”

“I’m your only girl friend.”

“All the more reason you’re on top of the list.”

There was that stupid, lopsided smirk of his, annoyingly cute how it didn’t even seem like he was trying to be smooth with his words. Unruly locks sticking in every direction, sweater somehow concealing the muscles you knew him to have, you didn’t even mind that he was wearing slides with no socks, seeing Changbin so domestic made your heart swell even bigger than it already was. If you spent any longer with him, you were sure you wouldn’t be able to keep up such a cunning facade.

Low and behold the universe was listening whether it be beneficial or detrimental, a deep clasp of thunder boomed and not a second later began a heavy downpour of rain. While you didn’t move an inch, just looking up at the crying sky, Changbin wrestled his hoodie off and tossed it over your head like a canopy. You looked at him confused because you were standing in front of your house, if you got wet it was no big deal. Whereas he still had to walk home, but chose to rid himself of the only thing protecting him from the cold to make sure you stayed dry. How close he was now, tying the sleeves below your chin to make sure the jacket didn’t slip off your head. You couldn’t help the fondness in your expression, unable to see anyone but him.

“You’re staying over,” you say, taking his hand before he can protest and whisking him inside.

The both of you were soggy messes in the foyer of your apartment, unsure of what move to make. You thought you’d known what you were doing but now you were trapped with the only person in the world who could make you feel like bursting at the seams.

The same confidence that pushed you to invite Changbin inside was slowly fading, but you had enough left to begin to strip away your articles of clothing one by one, starting with the hoodie tied around your head. You plopped it on the floor and began to take your top off when Changbin dramatically flushed his back against the front door. “What’re you doing?” He asked, covering his eyes as you added your top to the wet pile.

“I don’t want my entire house to be soaked. Strip, I have spare clothes you can try.” Even if he tried to be decent and not look while you undressed, the irony of it had you rolling your eyes. “As if you weren’t in the room when I was on the toilet earlier.”

“Hey, that was different!” Changbin defended himself for a second before realizing the same thing you did, ultimately beginning to discard his wet clothes as well. When you shimmied off your pants and picked up the sopping pile, your best friend was handing you his shirt and looking you dead in the face as he unbuttoned his jeans. You didn’t think he intended for it to come off as electrically charged as it did, but it was like you couldn’t look away. Not that Changbin wanted you to, he loved the way you were staring at him.

Your eyes raked from his broad shoulders down the plane of his chest and tummy, keeping a steady gaze on the way his fingers elegantly unzipped and pushed the pants down his legs. When he handed the garment to you, you felt the searing heat of embarrassment shoot through your body. He stood with his hands on his hips, just in his boxers now.

The pace at which you ran towards the laundry room was laughable, for Changbin at least. He got a kick out of your antics, but he wasn’t sure how much more he could take. Changbin thought he was being as obvious as possible that he cared for you much more than a friend, but the message must’ve gotten lost in translation because not a single thing he put down, you picked up.

Changbin wanted to be embarrassed, walking around your house in just his underwear, but he felt more comfortable than anything. He’d raided your fridge for snacks, drank water, grabbed some alcohol, even sat on the couch because somehow his boxers were the only thing that didn’t get wet. A beer in his hand, feet kicked up on the coffee table then your and his favorite show clicked on in the background was his definition of home. He loved the atmosphere of your apartment, the smell of patchouli, soft yellow lights in the corners of every room, even if it didn’t have his play station or mini music setup that was an easy fix. So easily could he imagine himself waking up here every morning, waking up to you and being able to cook you a small breakfast before he went to work– 

Getting ahead of yourself, he thought.

You changed into some shorts and a shirt and gathered spare clothes before you fully stepped into the living room, you watched Changbin flow about the place. He seemed even more relaxed than he had back at his own house. Quietly you observed from a distance, your heart warming as he poured you a glass of wine and set it on the table for when you returned, unfolded the blanket that hung on the back of the couch and set it where he wanted you to sit– directly next to him, of course, the only acceptable place.

“Get your stinky butt off my couch,” you finally made your presence known and handed him the spare shirt and shorts, nudging his feet off your coffee table to sit beside him.

Changbin didn’t retort, simply following your order and standing. He decided to make you even more flustered than you already were, his junk eye level with your face as he slipped the shorts on. You loved his little tummy, finding it cute how he lightly rubbed it after putting on the shirt and sitting down again. “Thank you,” he mumbled, taking a sip of his beer. You picked up the glass of wine and tipped it towards him, “thank you.”

Silence, patchouli, and a hint of petrichor wafted through the room. When you shivered, Changbin set down his drink to reach both arms around either side of you, draping the earlier placed blanket over your shoulders. His touch lingered on the tops of your hands for a moment before retreating. 

Despite the sweet moment, you couldn’t help but become more curious of what he’d stupidly mentioned earlier. “So…” Changbin’s ears perked up, “going through a dry spell?”

A pink hue covered his cheeks, “what?”

“Before… you said it was a few months ago… the last time you were with someone.” Shyly, Changbin scratched at the nape of his neck and ran his fingers through his hair. He laughed, throat dry, “y– yeah. It’s been a while. Haven’t really had the urge to… y’know… seek anyone out.”

“I think I’m the only other person in the world who knows what you mean. It’s like everyone is dating and fucking and having threesomes, yet I can’t even do my laundry without getting tired–”

“Threesomes–?”

“I don’t want to put in the work to meet someone. It’s like everyone’s idea of dating is so different, and explicitly saying you’re dating to marry is some sort of turn off.”

“Wait– go back. Threesomes?” Changbin shifted to face his body towards you, clearly invested in the idea.

Bringing your glass to your lips, you shrugged, “just some girl at work telling me about these people she met. Said it was insane and mind blowing. Good for her, I just didn’t need to know so many details.” His mouth was dropped, tongue practically hanging out of his mouth. The brief mention of anything relatively sexual coming out of your mouth made Changbin’s mind immediately fall deep into the gutter. He couldn’t stop himself from imagining that there were two of you, each touching different parts of his body and covering him in your lipstick stains–

Jesus, get it together, Changbin shook his head and blankly stared at the television.

“Did you hear the part I said about dating? The more important part?” You waved your hand in front of his face. “Yeah, I heard,” he caught your hand in his and held on. His skin was warm, soft against your own. Both pairs of eyes caught the gentle nature of his grip, disbelief expressions littering your faces at the audacity to hold on for much longer than necessary, longer than he ever had before.

You let out a small breath, unsure of how to feel as he brought your hand down to the side of his thigh and leaving it there. Just your fingers rested on the muscle, feeling him flex under your touch. With a sly grin, Changbin pulled the TV remote from behind him and pointed it towards the screen, “think we can finish the last few episodes? Or will you fall asleep again?”

The rest of the night went by much too quickly, only because you had, indeed, fallen asleep. To be fair, even though you’d only had a bit of wine, it was still enough to make you tired. That on top of the already tiring day you had and Changbin cozying up next to you, how could you not? You’d woken up later the next day in your bed, tucked in with a bottle of water on your bedside table and a note next to it. Fucking gentleman. Changbin had to leave for work but wrote that he’d made some coffee and didn’t want to wake you. He didn’t fail to mention that it was only thirty minutes into the episode that you’d passed out, but the gesture was still cute.

You went about your day as normal as possible, doing chores and whatnot, even texting Changbin a thank you for not watching the show without you, to which he said he did but he’d rewatch it if you promised to stay awake next time. It was so hard not to smile as you read his messages, seeing the chat bubble on his end immediately appearing with every text you sent. So many butterflies, the only way you knew to contain them was to bury yourself in work. That’s what you did for hours, only stopping to take breaks to eat and use the bathroom. An upside of today, your period stopped.

Changbin doesn’t have such a productive day as you, little to his knowledge. He went to work, got into the studio and sat down with his pen and paper and didn’t write a single thing. Not a damn thing. His mind was overly consumed with the thought of you. No way he was ever going to admit to anyone that he spent a good amount of time this morning just watching you sleep. It sounds creepy as he thinks back on it, but he was mesmerized. Knowing the stress you carried on your shoulders and being given the privilege of seeing you so… at peace. Changbin loved every second of it to the point he just swiveled around in circles daydreaming as soon as he stepped foot in the studio. All the members stopped by at one point during the day to say hello and Changbin was sitting in the same position every time, until Jisung had finally took hold of Changbin’s chair and rolled him out into the hallway so the younger could use the room. “Stop marinating in your own self pity. Can’t take looking at your gross, lovesick face anymore.” Jisung had said, slamming the door in Changbin’s face when he went to curse him out. To be fair, it could’ve been the best or worst advice ever. Either way, it finally got Changbin to leave work.

He didn’t know where his feet were carrying him, just that he wanted to lay down and not think anymore. It wasn’t until he was outside your building again that he felt absolutely like going insane. There were so many pent up emotions swirling about inside him and as good as he is with words, this was something he couldn’t articulate. Mixtures of saccharine chaos and patchouli scented whimsicality fills his nose every time he so much as thinks of your name, these specific things so deeply rooted in his association with you. Everywhere he looks, there you are.

As nighttime rolls around, you’re able to comfortably lay in bed without the fear of staining your sheets. That’s exactly what you do, phone in hand and ready to call it a night. You had been laid down for maybe five minutes when loud knocks rapped against your door. Getting up with a groan, you walked out and opened the door, finding a very disgruntled looking Changbin pawing at the roots of his hair. Before you’d gotten the chance to ask why he was here, he pushed past you and kicked his shoes off, pacing back and forth in your living room.

“Don’t speak a single word because there’s something I have to say and if I don’t say it now, I don’t think I ever will. Understand?” Shutting the door, you looked at him and waited for him to continue. “Say something!”

“You told me not to!”

“Say you understand!”

“I understand.”

“You don’t understand!” You moved slowly further into the room, feeling Changbin growing more and more skittish with every step. As you came face to face with him, he put his hands on your shoulders and led you to the couch, sitting you down while he still stood. “You don’t understand how frustrating it is to be around you.” The words made you flinch back, “no, no! I mean, I love being around you. It’s the highlight of my week! But dear fucking god, Y/N. You are the blindest person I know.”

“I don’t–”

“Shut up! Let me finish,” he stayed a few steps in front of you, practically spinning in circles with how quickly he strode in anxiety. Raising your eyebrows, you waited. Changbin took in a deep breath, “You’re so infuriatingly oblivious that it makes me wanna rip my hair out. You can never stay awake long enough to make it to the good part of the show, we’ve been stuck on the same season for the past month! And you never finish your wine! You always fall asleep on me and I never tell you how you drool on my shoulder because I don’t wanna embarrass you. Why don’t you lock the bathroom door?!”

“Should I be defending myself right now?”

“And you can’t follow directions to save your goddamn life! But for fuck’s sake, I hate being away from you.” A small hum of confusion and a head tilt, you genuinely couldn’t think of anything to say. What the fuck was he talking about?

“I spent the entire day with you doing absolutely nothing but watching paint dry and it was one of the best days of my life. Every day with you is the best day of my life even if it’s for just a few minutes. Can’t you see?” Changbin exhaled deeply and came in front of you, dropping to his knees. He took both your hands from your lap and made you cup his full cheeks, staring deep into your eyes. “See me.”

Thousands of thoughts and millions of emotions filled you from head to toe, almost vibrating overwhelmed. You couldn’t believe your current predicament, here was the manliest man you know on his knees in front of you, for you, begging you to do the one thing you’ve been doing for god knows how long.

Involuntarily your lip pouted at the fading adrenaline induced confidence in Changbin’s demeanor, his hands slowly slipping from atop your own that held you in place. Feeling you getting a better grip, his breath hitched in his throat. You held his cheeks so firmly that his lips puckered. “You’re all I’ve ever seen.”

The sheer force of which Changbin sat up to meet your lips would’ve sent you toppling back if you didn’t find yourself falling into him with equal weight. Butterflies, sparks, that feeling, you felt illiterate. It was just right. 

He did nothing but slot against you in a frenzied yet calculated rhythm, finding comfort in the way your lips fit so perfectly against his. Large palms slid from your hands up your arms and back down your torso, only to settle on your hips and tug you closer. Changbin fit himself between your knees and made sure to have you flush against him as he kneaded the pajama covered flesh of your ass. You didn’t expect him to heave you up and carry you towards your bedroom, squealing as you were dropped onto the mattress.

“What am I gonna do with you?” He muttered, kneeling onto the bed while tossing his shirt to the floor. Daunting Changbin was, a new flame behind his eyes that made you cower until your back hit the headrest. “Don’t run away from me. I’ve waited so long already.” He caught your ankles and you were dragged towards him again, belly up at his mercy.

His lips had a hard time parting from yours even as he stripped you naked, all done with a smitten smirk which you could feel within every kiss. A sense of security washed through you as his hands roamed anywhere and everywhere, firmly caressing any plump inch of skin he could find. Changbin took a particular liking in the curve of your hips and ass, loving how delicately supple your skin was. He kneaded it like a cat, moaning into your mouth as you squeezed the muscles of his pecs.

Then his hands traveled down, hiking your knees around his torso and feeling the wetness of your arousal. His thick fingers slid through your pussy so easily, slick echoing lewdly and only adding to the adulterous scene. He didn’t look away from your glistening folds, flat out staring with all intents and purposes and making your face heat up. With a pout on your lips, “stop looking at it like that. You’re making me shy.”

Changbin’s head fell back in a mocking chuckle, “shy? Please, not my fault you have such a pretty pussy.” He kissed you again before you could feel any more flustered.

It was impossible to feel anything of the sort when he whispered sweet nothings every chance he got. Every break of your lips Changbin took the opportunity to mumble something he loved about you that you didn’t even realize about yourself, “always smell so good, sometimes I spray your perfume on my clothes when you’re not looking. Always wanted to pull your hair, maybe that’ll be a little treat for next time. These hips? Oh my god, wanna just eat you whole.” He bit loving marks from your neck down your chest and trailing further until he came to the skin just below your belly button. There was where he left an abundance of bruises, turning varying hues of purples and reds to line the expanse of the area. It was like your own personalized garment, customized by him made just for you. Changbin didn’t leave your hips unattended, decorating the hinge where your thighs met your hips just the same.

Your cunt was throbbing now, so incredibly turned on but growing too impatient for your own good. As much as you appreciated his thoroughness, it was getting harder not to simply cry at the need that made your stomach churn. Threading your fingers through his hair got his attention, making his eyes meet yours from between your legs. Wordlessly you used your other hand and spread the lips of your pussy with two fingers, inviting.

He took a single long, fat lick up the center of your entrance. The warmth made you cry out for more but Changbin pulled away, refocusing his attention on the backs of your thighs and pushing your knees to your chest. Like reading your mind, he replaced his tongue with big fingers, inserting just one as he munched on the flesh of your legs. Thumbing at your clit and one digit inside you was almost torturous, he was teasing you by being so close to what you wanted, just not quite there.

“Bin, please. Your mouth–”

“Nuh uh. Let me play, princess. We’ll have plenty of time for more.” Your cunt clenched at the prospect of more with him. More rendezvous, more kissing, touching, feeling him in ways you’d only imagined.

Not long did it take for him to decorate your thighs as well, painting a pretty picture like you were a canvas. What you didn’t see was that he’d been touching himself this entire time, slowly stroking his heavy cock and leaking more precum every time you whimpered. When his thumb swiped rather hard at your bundle of nerves and you whined, Changbin almost came in his hand. He couldn’t take it anymore, deciding that he’d rather die than let your first time together go to waste in his palm.

Unexpectedly he dove into your pussy and gave it one good hard suck, for a moment he recalculated even fucking you because of how sweet you tasted and knowing he’d blow if he truly went to town, but he loved seeing the splotches on your body. It made his skin tingle and feel almost feral, your unblemished skin covered in marks he created. With your taste on his tongue, he quickly came back up to kiss your lips, swallowing your moans as your own arousal filled your senses. “Wanna see your face when I fuck you,” he groaned, taking your knees and starting to maneuver them to fall to one side.

“Wait, wait,” you pushed his chest back. Changbin looked at you, concerned. “I’m clean–”

“Me too. Got tested right after–”

“I’m not worried about that.”

���Then?” The worry in his eyes slightly overshadowed the lust, but just for a second because you broke out into an abashed smile and covered your face with your hands. “Don’t laugh at me,” you muttered and Changbin stole your hands into his.

“Never at you, only with you,” he giggled, too.

You tapped his chest so he could sit up. When you had the space, you tipped your knees to the side and let your spine relax, pops of your back cracking made the two of you break into an unfiltered, obnoxious fit of laughter. Then you twisted to do the other side, only making both of you laugh harder. Changbin huddled over into your chest, trying his best not to suffocate you with his weight. “I said don’t laugh!”

“I can’t help it!” He moved up to hide his face in your neck. “That was the cutest thing I've ever seen.” He composed himself enough to plant reassuring kisses to the junction and lean back again. Still on your back, he towered over you and reached down to brush your hair from your face. Warmth spread throughout your body as he just looked at you, nothing sexual of the nature whatsoever, admiring.

“Don’t take this the wrong way, but I think you have a staring problem,” you whispered, gazing at him exactly the way he was at you.

“Only for you,” he pinched your cheek then distracted you with another kiss before continuing to lay your knees to one side of your body.

Taking your hand in his, Changbin aligned his cock with your entrance and pushed in, your nails digging into the top of his hand as he did so. Gently he came to become fully sheathed within your walls, patiently waiting for you to adjust. His free hand ran over the deepening blemishes on the back of your thigh, a proud smirk on his face. Your cunt clenched and he shivered, “more, please.”

He used the hand on your thigh to push your knees harder into the bed and your back popped on last time. When you both laughed, your walls constricted around his dick tightly and stuttered his laughter into a moan, toppling on top of you. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, don’t do that! I’ll cum!” Changbin’s voice still filled with giggles.

Even if the two of you were nowhere near as intense as you should’ve been, the moment was still enjoyable all the same, just in a different way. There was no forced intimacy or awkwardness that came with seeing someone naked for the first time, only comfort and warmth and smiling until your cheeks hurt.

Changbin loved the sight of you stuffed full of him, covered in his marks. That made his brain flip from zero to one hundred, glaring at your pussy and mockingly tilting his head. Oh, he wanted to take a picture of you, pretty in all your glory and creaming around his cock. Every bit of you was on fire, only getting hotter with the sweet praises he was singing for you. “Pussy like heaven, fuck– have I died? So, so good.

“You’re so beautiful like this, wish I could tattoo you with my name. Wouldn’t that be cute, baby? Would you want me to do that? Cover you with pretty words while you cum all over my cock?” Your pussy pulsated at the idea, imagining Changbin writing obscene things all over your body. It’s one thing to him to be saying these things, but having them in writing, his writing, that was something else entirely and it turned you on to no end.

“Oh, you do like that. So dirty, princess. Tell me, what else do you want?” He kept his thrusts slow and deep, working you up much too leisurely that you were on the verge of crying. Changbin could see the tears welling in your eyes, smiling and teasingly tapping the underside of your chin again. “Don’t cry, baby. I’ll give you whatever you want, just tell me.”

Even if it was obvious what you wanted, he was still making you work for it. You reached down to pull your ass cheek up, spreading your pussy lips wider for his viewing pleasure. Changbin groaned, deep from within his chest and his eyes rolled back. “Wanna cum,” you mumbled, fingernails raking over the deep bruises over the backs of your thighs.

“Am I not doing good enough, princess? Need more?” That wasn’t necessarily what you were saying, but it was his way of working himself up even more than he already was. All you did was whine and nod your head, feeling so much at once. “Okay, okay, I’ll give you more.”

His hips picked up speed, skin slapping skin ringing throughout the room. Changbin picked up your top leg and held it in the air to let him fall deeper into you while the other kept a handful of your ass. His fingers dug into you, pulling at the skin to use as leverage to slam harder into your cunt. As you moaned incoherently and arched into the sheets, Changbin leaned over your body and fell into short staccatos of thrusts, keeping your sweet spot from feeling lonely for too long. You weren’t thinking about anything except the building heat in your stomach that only got hotter when you felt his lips attach to your neck, nudging your face to the side for more access. The feeling of his teeth nipping at your sensitive skin made you shiver.

“Better, princess? You’re loving this, aren’t you? Just laying there being pretty and taking everything I give you. Who trained you this well?” You shook your head, no, unable to fully process his words. “No one? I knew you were naturally perfect. Perfect pussy, fits me like a fucking glove.”

You were so close, his words doing you in more and more as he kept running his mouth. Changbin was in the same state as you were except he was unable to stop talking, saying everything he felt as he felt it like a broken record. But you loved it, and loved how easily he could make you melt. The building lava in your gut just needed a little more of a push to flood, you grabbed Changbin by the neck and met his lips while raking your nails through his hair. The way he moaned into your mouth was more than enough ear candy to make your orgasm hit you, hard and for so fucking long.

Changbin tried to fuck you through it, but your cunt had a vice grip as you clenched and convulsed around him, eventually milking him to completion just the same. Of course a guy who hadn’t felt the warmth of another person for so long would have a lot of cum to give, but he was on a whole other level. His orgasm was just as long as yours and filled you to the very, very brim with his seed, spilling out the sides of where his cock kept you plugged. 

Sweaty bodies on top of one another, fluids drenching various places, heavy breaths filling the room, there was no place he’d rather be as Changbin’s head finally cleared. Post nut clarity, you were positively glowing, radiance embodied in his eyes as he watched your eyes flutter open and brush your hair from your face. Changbin peppered your cheeks with kisses, causing you to giggle and hold him closer, but he accidentally moved too fast and made you wince as his softening cock shifted. He told you to hold still as he went as gently as he could to remove himself, awestruck at his cum soiling your pussy. He’d almost raised a mass again, but looked away before he could.

Stealing a random shirt off the floor, he wiped away the residue and tossed it aside again to flop on the bed next to you. His arms wrapped around your neck, muscles almost suffocating you in the warmest way. Legs tangled, heart beats easing, you were close to falling asleep again.

“Do I really drool?” Your voice was muffled by the soft skin of his pecs, slightly nuzzling your face tighter into them.

Changbin froze for a second before lightly chuckling, “no, of course not, princess. I was joking.” Hearing the slight sarcasm in his voice, you whined and attempted to free yourself, though that was impossible with the headlock he had you in. Changbin wrangled you into staying still, kissing the top of your head and tightening his arms, “okay, you do. But it’s okay! I love being covered in your spit.”

He playfully licked your cheek as you tried to protest, kissing you more to ultimately shutting you up and fall victim to his body heat, and Changbin’s head was empty, entirely empty. Nothing left but tender touches, patchouli, and wondering how the hell neither of you realized that this was where you were supposed to be.

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tags: @sensitiveandhungry @babebatter @aliferousminho @changbinluvr @epiphanynaffit @fawnpeaks @linovely @dumplinbokkieracha @finnydraws @naturules @djeniryuu

[ventingfanfics]

Academic Sensations

A/N: Just a little free-form that I wanted to post since the idea came to me. It's not meant to be a masterpiece, just hope someone enjoys it.

“Did I walk into an Axe store, because what in the cologne hell?” Mary Jane aka MJ grimaced as she entered Riri’s dorm room.

Riri chuckled lightly. “That’s all Shuri.”

Suddenly the young woman in question appeared, visibly displeased. 

“For your information, I’m not wearing cologne today, I’m wearing perfume—and, yes, there’s a difference,” Shuri countered. 

MJ and Riri exchanged entertained looks. 

“My bad, Shuri, I didn’t mean to offend,” MJ replied with a small laugh.

Shuri didn’t acknowledge the apology, though something else concerned her. “Is it too much? Is it overpowering?” Her eyes adorably darted between the two other young women. 

“Nah, you good,” Riri answered, breaking the silence while using her phone. 

Shuri smiled easily. “Good. Y/N likes this smell on me.”

“That’s why you went ham,” MJ realized. She laughed with Riri.

Shuri looked disgusted. “You two are haters, mad that you don’t have a study date with a cute girl.”

Riri and MJ both chuckled like Shuri was a baby trying to talk. 

“I get bitches on the daily, but okay,” Riri said, grinning. 

“Say that!” MJ agreed, dapping her up. 

Shuri shook her head. There was only so much she could take. She felt like she was losing brain cells which was ironic considering they were all gifted, especially the likes of Riri. She grumbled something about “nonsense” under her breath along with some added Xhosa.

“If you have to keep getting more…girls, then it means you’re obviously not as good as you think you are,” Shuri retorted. 

MJ gasped and Riri furrowed her brows, putting her phone down on the coffee table. She and Shuri stared at each other. 

“Damn, you can’t take a joke?” Riri asked. 

“Just, what did I tell you about calling women bitches?” 

“Some of them are,” MJ pursed her lips.

Shuri sighed and checked her reflection in the small mirror hung up in the living room on the wall. She fiddled around with her perfectly fresh curls and cut. “I don’t have time for this. I will be late to see my Y/N.”

“Yeah, you’re doing a lot for a study date…innocent my ass,” Riri replied, going into the kitchen.

“Clap those cheeks,” MJ nodded at Shuri with a closed-mouth smile.

Shuri couldn’t leave her friends fast enough and not just because she was embarrassed. 

The thought of seeing you brought her peace and serenity. She smiled from ear to ear amid her racing heart. 

The pair of you had been studying for a few months now. Little did Shuri know, things were about to escalate. 

When you answered the door, your eyes were glued to Shuri in a way that made her blush and become self-conscious. Her vibrant smile faded as you just stood there, taking her in.

“Y/N?” She nearly stuttered, a frown of confusion on her stunning face.

Noticing you were worrying the poor girl, you cracked your dazzling smile. “Hi, Shuri. Come on in.” 

“You scared me, had me worried,” She said, now able to poke fun at the situation as she obeyed your command. 

“I’m sorry, you just look so good.”

Shuri froze. Then, she smiled from ear to ear. “Yeah? You think so?” She turned to fully face you.

You nodded earnestly. 

“You always look good,” she told you, blushing lightly through her rich skin.

You just smiled. “Thank you, baby.” You took note of how she seemed to slightly tense. It always appeased you when Shuri got shy. Sometimes you did things to purposely evoke that response. “Can I get you a snack before we begin?”

“A snack? Um, sure, if that’s what you want.”

“Is that what you want?”

“Water is fine, thank you.”

Shortly after, the two of you moved to your room. Shuri smiled as she took in the familiar surroundings. “I always like being in your room,” she said softly.

“Yeah? Maybe you should become my roommate then.” 

~~

“Bast,” Shuri whispered, closing her eyes.

“Pardon?” You replied.

“You’re driving me wild,” she admitted as your hand held her toned thigh.

“I am? I haven’t done anything, baby.” You smiled widely and cupped her cheeks. Her eyes landed on you. They looked soft and dark at once.

“Your touch,” she murmured.

That flooded your core. “You want more?” 

Shuri nodded hazily.

“Use your words,” you lowly ordered. 

“Y-Yes. Please.”

“Ooh, respectful, too.” You brought her into a luscious kiss. Shuri leaned into you and kissed you back eagerly. She whimpered as your hand caressed in between her thighs. She desperately lay her touch on your hips. 

“Y/N…please,” she begged when your lips reluctantly separated.

You placed her hand on your breast and she moaned. You chuckled to yourself and sucked her neck as you encouraged her to fondle you. 

A trembling Shuri accused you of “killing” her. 

The reality was, you brought her more life than she’d ever known. 

[gamerwoman3d]

👆👆👆 I have exactly one kitty that he can murder all day long if he likes, but otherwise this. This right here.

Folks keep giving him toxic traits he doesn't have instead of expanding on toxic traits he DOES have. Does he get cranky AF when someone touches the thermostat? YEAH PROBABLY look how he was acting up in the fire temple. Does he let disrespect get under his skin? Yup. Does he ignore people? Like a cat when you call it by name. This guy will leave you on "seen" for damn sure.

Unless you're his sworn enemy, at worst he's a golddigger who WILL quit without a two weeks notice. Otherwise, if you are his sworn enemy he will resort to violence to solve problems he can't ignore.

I have followers on both sides of that who dislike one or the other, and that's fine I guess... I personally don't get why you'd give up any part of that lin kuei deluxe platter but sometimes people have weird tastes 🤷

As long as they're not DOING TOO MUCH (yucking someone's yum, putting hate for a character in that character's tag so everyone that loves that character has to see it, writing them so abusive in smut that it makes more sense to tag it gollum x reader, and harassment especially is always way too fucking much) then I let haters on both sides stay because we all gotta eat, and my brain is a kitchen.

But the ones that do too much already tried it, well... it is what it is.

Tagging @oiledupjohnnycage bc I can't be sure if this gif was your original idea or not. Can't find an original if it existed so made a new one. Figured if it existed it was pre-deactivated from yours.

i genuinely don't understand the demonization of bi-han or kuai liang. like legitimately, why do y'all shit on one brother like they're the reincarnation of satan himself???

both brothers have so much trauma from their childhood and have both been hurt so much by each other, i think it's so ridiculous to blame either brother fully for how their relationship has turned out in the story.

"bi-han's evil and betrayed his brothers and scarred kuai liang"

be so fr y'all know it's more complicated than that.

"kuai liang tried to kill bi-han he's the evil one"

can we actually use our thinking caps for even one minute.

y'all pissing me off like the reasons you hate one brother should mean you hate both....but y'all don't 😒

kuai liang and bi-han both need their ass whooped and hugs and cuddles let's not pretend otherwise.

[sugar-petals]

♡ physical affection; levi

↳ NOTE. characterizing boyfriend levi, my passion project lmao! with some sexy moments included 👀

WORDS. ⇢ 7k

tags / warnings. ⚠️ smut, fluff, soft sub!levi x female reader, hurt/comfort hc, angst, shower sex, blowjobs + handjobs + boobjobs (yep. spoiling the captain), face-sitting, protected sex, soap kink, season 3-4 setting, no manga spoilers

Ready for a surprise? It’s not really about what kind of skinship he’s extremely selective about and what not. This is only something people would perceive about him at first glance. Instead, it comes down to how emotionally sheltered he feels. Because of his experiences, that predicates everything else. Which is why Levi’s sexuality is as complex as it is.

But also, in its sudden perfect expression once a person gives him a different perspective: That’s the time when he is touchier. The more in private, the better. The lights down low, with only a candle or two shining from another room. Broad daylight brings the harsh truths and the shaking ground. Nighttime is when Levi feels more intimate and open to caress, down his back and arms, the shoulders, the side of his neck. Done with extreme gentleness, and all of your deep respect.

If you offer him an environment of trust, Levi is open to almost anything and would even magically doze off in your arms for a little while. Breathing softly, resting for the first time in weeks, the brows becoming less tense the deeper he sleeps. You asking if you can stroke his hair (carefully, not messing it up or anything) is something he can’t say no to. The closet romantic in him will fulfill you any reasonable wish as soon as you’d ask anyway.

We know how receptive the captain is to a request, and how much there can be a soft spot for somebody in his heart. If you’re forward enough to just ask, Levi sets himself that goal and opens up. He is diligent with it just as you’d expect. That especially includes the things he says are „absolute horseshit nonsense“ and „disgusting, useless activities“ when reacting to newly formed couples kissing in the survey corps at the other end of the room. Is he a hypocrite and a hater? Actually— not at all.

Levi is a raised rather than born skeptic. Between courage and care, he is always gonna be torn. Both didn’t work in his favor at some point. But at the end of the day, he fears recklessness more than being cautious. Looking at these couples, he knows that they could lose each other the very next day. Or hell, the next hour. Not everybody has 200 titan kills. 

Not everybody is a physically indestructible Ackerman destined and designed to escape death and outlive others whether they want it or not. And showing themselves this vulnerable out in the open is even more dangerous considering all the political intrigues, chaos, attacks, and espionage going on.

When he’s scoffing at skinship in the survey corps, it’s not his intent to ruin the couples and their little happiness in the present moment (nothing he sees as more tragically precious), or say only he can have a relationship because he’s strong enough to make it survive. If anything, Levi is the prime example of how all his connections were doomed exactly because of his status pulling in all the danger. He very well and painfully knows.

What I mean is: He sees the brutality of consequences that can create more misery than if two people would just go about their business. Levi already dreads that the same might happen to him. But after all, the behavior of others is easier to rectify than his own undeniable feelings for you. Which he cannot control in any way, which is why he reacts to others instead. Looking at other people holding hands, he’s also afraid how dabbling in love is a distraction from threats that can even backfire on uninvolved others if someone is suddenly in harm’s way.

Levi does associate physical touch with something that takes an otherwise observing mind off when it shouldn’t be. To him, it creates something so valuable that can become an unintended burden through all kinds of circumstances, he’s seen it all, it’s terrible he had to. And the reason why he has such a torn relationship with it. You really have to know your stuff to build a resilient little bubble where Levi is not constantly hypervigilant and either past- or future-focused.

Which is pretty damn hardwired into him. It’s almost impossible to bring on that kind of atmosphere spontaneously. It has to be ritualized. His intelligence comes with the downside of overthinking and having problems with spontaneous romance, it’s good to direct his thought into something that’s always done in a specific, structured way. You sit down with tea, put the candles on, Levi finishes cleaning his weapons, makes everything combat-ready and usable in seconds, and you carefully lay down on his impeccably made bed together.

Which he never uses, Levi sleeps in chairs. Or on the ground, so he can feel any titan steps in the distance with his whole body, using the cleanest possible mat or towel as a mattress and nothing else. The bed he basically just makes to have it neat, and for you, and to have a spot to lay together. 

But yeah. He will never remove his harness. Not even when you’re sleeping with each other. He’s not once gonna risk having to put it on in a hurry. The only time you will be skin to skin with him is for not even five minutes under the shower. It’s when his cleanliness beats his anxiety around being always ready, which is why that’s a time to fully cherish.

And then, he really has no qualms about you wrapping your hands around his soap-covered torso in the shower anyway. It’s the only time his inner default germaphobe is not vehemently screaming inside his already heavy heart. It doesn’t have anything to do with you, this is about his demons only, confronted with the immense relief you give him. If the latter wins over his mind’s struggle, Levi might draw out the shower time sometimes.

The other voice that tells him ‚don’t make it end so soon’ is now finally convincing him. He will dial down the water stream so he can hear what’s going on outside better to compensate, to know if there’s any ruckus or approaching hazards. Levi has instructed a fast runner among the cadets to bang on the front door under any critical circumstances immediately in the first place.

Levi says he wants to save water, too. He won’t admit it, but he also turns the showerhead to a medium pressure to hear your calm, almost-quiet moans — the barracks have terribly thin walls — better when you’re sucking him off. Slowly, smoothly, not too much spit. Folded towel under your knees because Levi insists, and he is right. The showers in the survey corps have uncomfortable floor tiles. 

He makes sure you won’t get soap in your mouth as well, I don’t have to tell you that he is very circumspect. Levi isn’t usually feeling overly heated in moments like this, but he gets hard and releases fast. You swear his cum tastes like afternoon tea with milk but you won’t tell him that. And who doesn’t like tea and Levi’s homemade milk, no complaints alright.

What’s still a shame is that Levi, always being in such a constant hurry and alertness, puts too much stress on his body for him to become horny all the way. In fact, he often forgets it. He feels numb, and can’t fully take in the sensations. Levi has not been able to feel a lot of genuine pleasure in his life. 

A racing mind is an absolute sex killer, and his adrenaline spikes are so high in combat that most normal things don’t do anything for him. Which is why he brews his tea extra strong. But seriously: It’s a concerning thing. And it tells you to take your time. With his whole body, doing the things he loves the most. And what else could that be? It’s straightforward: Keepin’ it clean.

You make sure that Levi feels extra comfortable by thoroughly massaging his loins and thighs with a sponge during foreplay. Yes, you’re gently working him up. All in circles and light brushing motions. Lots of soap. Suave and bubbly, like silk on his skin. It’s handmade, with oat milk, lavender, and honey. For your honey. You regularly gift a new one to him to try out scents and have supply. You can guess how much Levi appreciates it, to the moon and back in fact. The present box is neatly stored on his office table where he can always see it.

Sending out its balmy fragrance throughout the day, making the room smell amazingly aromatic to him. His nose will never grow tired or accustomed to it. Levi puts the soapbox in a drawer within literal split seconds when someone who isn’t you enters the room. „Tsk, announce yourself when you knock…“ That could even be the newest recruit who doesn’t know anything at all about the place and people. But this is just a you and him thing.

Levi doesn’t want nosy questions from the squad even though nobody would probably even notice the soap laying there in its case, much less ask him about it or the fresh scent in the air because duh, it’s Levi’s office. But it feels absolutely personal for him — so he reacts sensitively about it. This man would probably protect your lavender soap with his blades if he had to. 

The captain is very secretive about your relationship in general. Who on earth would go as far as buy him a new scented bar of joy bi-weekly? At this point, he would crawl on hot coals, needles, lava, ice shards, desert sand, and a mile-long straight of legos (laid out by a maniacally laughing Zeke personally) for you.

Although you wouldn’t allow any of it. Nothing should ever hurt those kitty paws, I mean captain hands and captain feet. You’d put Zeke on blast on your own, luring him with a banana to confuse his senses and then, whack, homerun the monkey into the ocean with Levi’s bristle broom. Problem solved. Anyway.

 Levi wouldn’t hurt himself willingly that way either, the ice shards don’t stand a chance. He has sworn to protect his own life out of self-respect, to honor those passed by living on bravely toward the goal they worked for and being the one always coming home to you. You can rely on him.

So enough about gleaming hot coals and Zeke’s evil legos, back to the point — you already get what I mean. Levi might seem totally grumpy on the outside, but for sure is a devoted man, a caliber as always. He takes all of your presents to heart and is unbelieving as to why he’d be deserving of so much. You prove a point using the gifts as regularly as possible on his body. Where he can feel every bit of your fondness of him. And remember it with muscle memory. Oh shit, this soap does smell so good. As anything on him, who are we kidding.

Dousing Levi with all your attention is the best thing ever. He feels great relaxing with you, and his face softens up. He’s looking at you with a tiny smile in response to you whispering sweet things to him, all while you’re using the sponge on his legs, the chest, and ever-tense back that can definitely use some alleviation. „Thank you for cleaning me“ has got to be the best thing ever to hear from Levi Ackerman. It means the entire world to him. Captain, your mommy kink is showing. His arousal increasing is a natural side effect in no time.

Recently, you’ve been slipping his cock between your breasts as well, and it’s been slowing him down a lot after an eventful mission. While at the same time making him more in the moment, he really enjoys you gradually lathering him up like that. The feeling of skin on skin is amazing. It might be something that… often crosses his mind when he trains during the day, but he can blend it out for the important things. Until you do it all over again, and he ruminates about how much you turn him on until the sun rises.

You also never do a blowjob hands-free. Why would you, anyway? His body is amazingly buff and compact, you want to hold onto those gorgeous lil’ hips and his own hands that need a fair share of holding after carrying the world. You feel him twitching on your tongue when you run either hand over his ass and abs, making sure to trace across all his most erogenous spots there. What’s more: Levi feels really protected and soothed when he feels your palms on him under the streaming water, he can’t explain it.

That's why you like doing shower handjobs just as much. I don’t have to tell you that Levi really delights in them as well and his poker face regularly cracks a bit. His eyes fixate on you, you can tell the connection and involvement. He thinks your fingertips are heavenly, a welcome change to his rugged days. 

He loves how softly they tease and stimulate him with the smallest movements and subtle presses. Yes, Levi doesn’t like rough action, those are vulnerable moments. He has enough brutality elsewhere, violently jerking him off and insulting him would be entirely inappropriate and even scare him.

He’d probably brush your wrists off right away, it’d be so uncomfortable in the silence of the evening. A tender chain of kisses on the nose tip, chin, collar bone, and especially forehead gets him going a lot more. The more chaste and doting the kiss, the more he melts on the inside. 

His anxiety baseline goes down, and he feels like he can let you in. However you guide him and however you choose to indulge him with your lips, Levi is on board, quietly enjoying. Since it’s something that he’s still feeling so new to, leaving you the active role comes naturally.

Stroking him with a deep pace, carefully brushing your lips against his to give him goosebumps — Levi definitely grows into that. In those moments, he really feels taken care of, in safe hands, hands that will stay with him. He’s gonna be surprised just how good something like this feels many times. And be overwhelmed by pleasure to the point where it almost frightens him, he didn’t have that a lot until now.

The satisfaction of a spotless table simply does not compare. Just so you know: He will either be dead silent or mumble under his breath nonstop. That he is okay with you touching him below the belt and even take him in your mouth tells you how much Levi trusts you, how much he knows you love him, and how meticulously he’s already scrubbed and shaved himself beforehand. Yes, the sheer preparation. He puts a lot of work into his body. He couldn’t stand you becoming dirty.

That’s also why the shower is the place oral goes down. And even there, he uses like ten cleaning products to double rinse the stall and himself before and after. Mind you. He sees you eating healthy, brushing your teeth well. Your lips are very beautiful and a masterpiece of nature to him. So it’s not you who he thinks is dirty. Levi is pretty damn paranoid about his own skin and hygiene. If only he would think about himself the way he thinks of your body.

He feels like he has to earn it, be acceptable, and prepare himself endlessly to enjoy touch. Even then, he thinks he must be ugly and revolting. You have to respect him fussing about it rather than forcing him to cut down on his routines. You don’t criticize his perfectionism and see the motivation behind it. So instead, you reassure Levi your own way.

The more he sees you having fun and enjoying his body, the more accepted, confident, and clean he feels. Most people would like to see their partner play up the enthusiasm obviously (unless you have a ‚hiding his amazement’ emo boy kink, which is exactly why you like Levi don’t cha), but it’s particularly meaningful to Levi. Guess why he looks up to Armin’s mentality, and Hange is one of the few people who truly vibe with Levi.

She’s easily amused, dedicated, swooning, excited, and constantly eager. Levi does appreciate a bit of zeal in someone. If you’re a little ardent about touching him, it’ll give his esteem a boost he’s long needed, oh god. Nobody has the guts to praise this guy like that, even if he’s so extremely good-looking. Don’t let him off the hook there. Give him feedback, you’ll be surprised how much it resonates.

It’s already apparent to yourself how keen you are being touchy with him, hell, you’re so in love. Still, it’s a good idea to give him an idea how stoked you are. He doesn’t like it fast and brutally raw without a second thought, but passionate is a whole other debate. A simple „Levi, stay like this, let me do it“ or „Levi, you smell so good“ works wonders. Say what you think and his ease will set in. And I don’t have to tell you that you won’t look like sex is a chore anyway. With Levi, that’s an honor and a pleasure.

That he puts his faith in you and gives you his time is already a massive deal and goes against everything we know of him, what he’s used to, and how his avoidant personality works, being so ridden with losses. And it’s all because of how much you desire and approach him. That’s what it comes down to. 

Even if he’d suffer decades from yearning, he’d not go out of his way to kickstart something, never ever. He’d feel like he’d cause you so much trouble. You wanting him so badly and treating his body like a treasure on the other hand changes his mind.

It proves him wrong all the way. There is still time to enjoy love, the chance is now. Anything else would plague Levi with solitude and self-pity all over again. And the feeling of missing you around in his rooms. Two teacups on the table until he grows old and grey are his ideal of a good life, after all. He will open himself to your emotional and physical presence, realizing how touch-starved he is, and how much it improves his life to have someone to kiss and lay down next to at night.

The even breath at the back of his neck gives him a sense of finally someone sticking around with him side by side, even if he’s gone during the day. It feels good and right to be wanted by you, and nuzzling his face into your cotton dress. Your commitment gives him the little smiles and the silver lining he’s been searching for. He can’t label that feeling, but it’s joy of life and humankind, more than just a willingness for it. He would stay forever pained and bitter if he wouldn’t invite it in now, and you won’t waste that chance with being silent.

You’re attracted to everything about him, tell him, make him aware. The voice, the hair, the mannerisms, his height, his abilities, his mind, his care for others, the posture, how soft his cheeks are, the list is endless. Levi won’t miss how much he’s your type at some point. Which gives him a lot of ease, comfort. You show him that his inferiority complex was an entire smokescreen in his mind. 

He fucking deserves to be called handsome. And by the way — you can lust over him as much as you want when he’s made that time window for your couple stuff. It’s good if you make it as obvious as possible for him. Which is hard to hide anyway. You’ve been masturbating over Levi just sitting there sternly writing something. And he’s like why, and you’re like, it’s you! Look at you!

Levi does want you to touch his skin all over but it’s always sore. And he remains insecure on many days. So he only has particular comfortable spots in the first place. Since hardly anybody dares to touch him, and even if he pats someone’s shoulder nobody would ever be courageous enough to reciprocate, you would feel a bit like a lab scientist. Silently theorizing over him at first even if you really don’t have to. Other people say they’d rather run towards a titan than expose themselves to Levi’s moods, swords, and barking tone after trying to caress him in any way.

News flash, Levi has had such terrible moods since forever because there’s no affection coming to him from anywhere just because people decided he might not need it. And no, he won’t yell at you for touching. He finds it very sweet of you instead. Touching Levi always creates an occasion that will float around in his head for the entire day, that’s guaranteed. He sees how someone goes out of their way and cares for his well-being. He might not like it like standing in the middle of the whole corps, but anywhere else is fair game, at home anyway.

The pressure of dealing with threats he can manage to a degree, and he has lord how many coping strategies. The lack of love he cannot. Big difference that everybody seems to confuse. On top of how he has to be unrelenting in his position because battlefield and the Yeagers being a pain. Most people — except maybe Armin — see that as a closedness to touching altogether. 

The whole world seemingly can't intuit Levi’s craving of gentleness behind the arguably pretty convincing armor, but still. It seems like only a few souls ever think about the Levi that sits down on his bed in the evening completely depleted. You have to make it clear to yourself and him that it’s obviously a one-dimensional way of looking at Levi Ackerman and not good for him.

Which has covertly shaped how he interacts with others in return like a vicious spiral, which is why he blames solely himself for his depravation. And, how severe and untouchable the circumstances made his character. Yes, Levi despises himself for being inaccessible and unable to change it on top, added to how it happened to him over the years. 

Which he had pretty much zero influence on being basically at the gunpoint of life. It’s what you hate seeing the most and comfort him about with brewing tea. It definitely comes back tenfold, Levi won’t take it for granted when you brush out his hair and speak soothingly to him in the evening. „I don’t care, those are all reasons why you’re the apple of my eye“ seems to be what makes Levi’s heart a little mushy in particular.

He is very preoccupied with blame at the start of your relationship. Levi is torn apart by daily guilt and a constantly looming perception of failure to show an opening to his heart. He also crumbles under how the majority of people don’t take him seriously, overreact, or fear he snaps back into soldier mode — he doesn’t — when he does show affection. 

That you gaze behind his reputation and touch him without prejudice is the most important thing to him. You can ignore his mad and gloomy expression, Paradis has carved it into his face for half an eternity (the other half is for you and him when this is over). It doesn’t mean he’s angry on the inside about you. The causes for his madness are way elsewhere, knowing his early story it goes without saying. What made Levi callous and broken-hearted are things very opposite to you.

Those who only see and enjoy his fighting personality probably want him as their poster boy, people who are reflected enough to bother with the idea of a private, cuddling Levi are the only truly caring ones. Because private Levi needs that physical and emotional connection the most. Patting his cadets on their heads is only a little, albeit meaningful moment. The teacup is still half-empty regardless if you wanna think of it in those terms.

Because he can only do so much in terms of initiative — which already shocks people to the point of paralysis, which ruins the moment since he assumes it’s not appreciated then — and it’s only one-sided. Giving isn’t fully making him happy even if it’s his only option given how most people perceive him. 

The teacup only fills to the brim if Levi can let go for like half an hour getting some good ole kitty on your lap treatment. He silently lays there and enjoys your hand rubbing at the back of his neck. He looks genuinely peaceful that way. His hand palms gently at your thigh and knee, and rests there all tranquil while he ruminates about his day and how lucky he is to have you.

The whole ‚theorzing rather than going for it‘ thing stems from you listening to those people a bit too much at the beginning. Instead of asking Levi directly about touch, and to be fair: Not a single human being has done that yet, you try to figure him out at a distance. Which is also a good thing though. 

You learn about many Levi habits others would overlook, misinterpret, or don’t think have any meaning. The more you learn about him, the more understanding you become, the more protective you will be, the less he will avoid intimacy. Because Levi really doesn’t want to shy away, but often his body has too much memory in it to be instantly receptive. So it rather starts with the mind, then.

The irony is. Levi rejecting bonds with others as not to have them weigh heavy on his mind when fighting will only make it worse. You make a statement to him that if he fully immerses himself in what you have, he can fight better and actually be without those godforsaken regrets he’s always talking about. That’s why when you’re having sex, you make him look in your eyes and kiss their lids, and wrap your legs around him very firmly because Levi has to know he’s deeply yours. 

Hugs, the same thing. You squeeze the last curse out of him every time and tell him to hold you tight as well. You do have to tell him twice. Just because Levi is the strongest man in history, doesn’t mean he embraces very roughly. In fact, Levi is not used to this at all. Even more irony. Paradis’ ever-swearing, most badass titan killer with the physical excellence of a hundred acrobats can’t execute the simple act of putting his arms around you in a normal, casual way.

The why is the harder thing to talk about. Last time he got proper, truly loving hugs was way over 20 years ago. From Kuchel, during a time where he was too young to remember these things long-term. Let that sink in. It confuses him when he does it and even more so when others do. Kissing Historia’s hand even as a light official gesture was already completely unusual for him and a first time. 

Levi doesn’t go beyond what he sees others doing in that regard. No extra miles, just imitating. Now think of him with something as big a deal as embracing his lover for minutes. He lets his arms just hang there and you gotta make him learn how to intertwine fingers or how to press his palms on your back. You’re the one holding him tight there, while Levi’s mind and stare go blank, he’s even more speechless and perplexed after confronting his uncle back then.

I’m not kidding. You have to ask Levi to be forthcoming with those things as well, it simply does not occur to him, and he’s unsure about everything there is to it. What a loveless world this guy is in. If it already frustrates you to see him struggle, imagine how deprived he must be. One of his inner blocks is, Levi has major jealousy of guys who are what he thinks a better hugging height. It’s obviously the other way around to anybody who’d be in love with Levi. 

Of course he has the best hugging height by far. What’s not to like? He’s ideal. But in his perspective, imagine all these people above him wrapping around each other in moments of enthusiasm, shoulder-level on shoulder-level, or only with slight differences. And when it comes to him, it feels awkward because they feel strange bending down only for him and Armin.

And that’s probably the issue. Because it’s much better not to bend and try and intertwine, but just have Levi bury his face into your winter coat without a hassle. You don’t have to be perfectly chest to chest to make it work. Besides… romantic hugs are always a bit different. And, you invite Levi to do exactly that with you. Since Levi’s pet peeve is politeness, you’ll also have to show him the difference between mere courtesy and love, he hasn’t fully learned it either. 

But just so you know. Levi is not a naive baby or raging bull in a china shop once he has given his love to someone. He observes well, adapts well. When it’s heartfelt, when it’s the right moment, it comes out almost by surprise, he’s feeling it and he will respond to you. With serenity and intent.

If there’s someone who can be unpretentious with physicality, that’s him. He just has to transfer that to romantic gestures and Levi will be the perfect lover after some time. He’ll end up like, „Eh, so what. We do this hugging thing!“ — Hilarious. Levi, knowing his battle tactics, does have a sort of innate courage to approach bodies: This time, it’s about someone he wants to give pleasure and gratitude to, though. Which will feel very different. 

And you’re a lady he’s all whipped for, that changes everything. He might sort of try to lean at the wall next to you, to murmur about you kissing him after eating cake so he’s full of crumbs „and now I have to dust it all off again, hmph“, but he is not prepared for another kiss and you tickling him pinned against the wall (he’s not ticklish, but you still love it, and Levi has a thing for you being all over him despite his stoic face).

So yeah, Levi will be super grumpy and do the „Oi oi!“ thing, but also turn around so you won’t see the blush. Man, is he embarrassed. He will try to waddle away awkwardly to do paperwork, but no chance if you tug him back by the sleeve, dust off his shirt from crumbs, and squeeze his cheeks into a perfect Levi snoot. I’m telling you, he has a nice pouty face. 

He might assume that you’re out of your mind because nobody has done that with him yet, but once you tell him that you just wanna look at him because every day might be the last, he sees the point of your antics. Merely saying you kiss him just because won’t make sense to the captain, it’s gotta have a purpose for the future.  

So, you will tell him to always remember what your soothing lips do on him before he draws the blade tomorrow, and that he has plenty of filthy crumbs to come home to. „I think that’s right by what we’ve seen today“ is what he’ll admit, and carries you off to the bed to get grinding because all that stuff made him kinda turned on. Or rather, you grind, Levi on the other hand gets flustered. He complains about you being a tease at length since he’s having a huge she-pinned-me-to-the-wall boner. 

You sit on his face to take it even further and as his favorite treat, end of discussion, your goddess is here mister. Geez, you’ll make him a hot mess. That dick won’t go soft anytime soon. You’ll talk to him about when his face is already ruined with cake crumbs, he has nothing to lose, gotta clean up anyway. The grumbling noise from below tells you that the argument is a good one. For good measure, you palm at his trousers to see his legs react and his voice suddenly hitch. Ah, it’s a wonderful day.

Levi knows a thing or two about holding his breath correctly, but what he likes the most is that he feels perfectly sandwiched between thigh Rose and thigh Maria. Yeah, he does consider them his personal comfort walls and hopes they’ll always be there. Congruently, Levi wraps his arms around them, in fact it’s locking rather than wrapping, and you’re like I see wow he’s serious. 

On goes his tongue lapping away between your labia pretty much incessantly. The arousal is so intense, you have to breathe in yourself. Oh shit, Levi is gonna try to finish you off, shots fired. Not fast, but insisting. He does not bother with you panting pretty damn hard whatsoever. He’s calling people like that, but Levi might be the real brat all along.

Fair enough, he currently doesn’t hear anything, which he also loves the idea of. All day, people everywhere are talking nonsense, and now he gets to enjoy perfect silence. His ears are small, they’re easy to cover with thighs. He just goes on and on and gets you past lord how many brinks with a heated buildup. 

There are a lot of evil things Mister Zeke has said and committed, but by far the most offending thing he has yet insinuated is that Levi is not popular with the ladies. Blasphemy, treason, outrage, éclat, trickery, criminal offense, international slander, the most grueling case of fake news since the horse left the building, and no, Jean is not meant. With those oral skills, any lady interested in him would get a permanently bleeding nose and something else permanently wet as you can personally attest to.

If Paradis would even remotely know what he can do in bed (and they would if Connie told them, he lives next door), even more people would run down his house than they already do to get a piece of him. Jesus Christ, the Ackerstamina. But I mean. People are probably suspecting it. 

How can you not move like a god in bed if you can bend yourself into any Pythagorean shape mid-air. Him being a fighter also gives him experience with managing energy when you have sex, I’m not kidding. Levi can even handle you thrusting right back on his tongue, and even your jokes about how he’s getting the cream to his tea now.

Levi is already kind of dripping in juice. His fingers are sweaty, this time it’s something on his face and hands he prefers though. He won’t wipe it off just yet. So you take on the task to put a condom on him — kind of expensive, mysteriously imported, gotta make every one count my friend — and have Levi take you from behind to soil the bedsheets completely at this point. 

Levi lets all the leaking happen, of course he notices, and yet he’s too focused on you gripping his cock hard all the way. So much for walls. Levi has to surrender to the thought of you squeezing him in any way you fancy at this point. That doesn’t just include the face, that much he learned. His cock is gonna fall off, you tighten up so much and make him squirm, Levi’s all blissed out.

He can’t handle your ass either. He just stares like the Founding Titan invented a brand new method to hypnotize the Ackermans or something. Although. Why’d you need to come up with something, though? People they love completely enthrall them already. 

If we know something by now, it's that every Ackerman gets completely fucked in the head out of the blue and sent to another dimension when they’re with the love of their life, no hypnotizing device needed. Levi is clasping his teeth for his dear life back there. People asking him if he’s gone mad he’d answer ‚maybe‘, but if you asked him if this made him lose it he would admit it.

Since he doesn’t know what to do with his hands again, you ask him to place them at your waist. „Properly, now slide in, Levi.“ — He takes his time for the first few thrusts, grunts, but gets the hang of it, in fact he’s a pro in the making. All that vertical maneuvering can turn into horizontal maneuvering very quickly. Levi feels so strange and so good at the same time, it’s overwhelming. How can something he thought would be so dirty be this amazing? 

And since this position allows him to penetrate you even deeper, Levi gets the full experience of being inside of you times two. The wet noise already turns him on, his body feels so warmed up, and he feels really shocked he’s doing this. Although his face won’t show, it’ll be concentrated as before. On the inside, Levi is losing it.

He can’t get enough of your body and how you tell him what to do, Levi will be driving it home in no time. You’re gonna have your jaw dropped by how lusty he can get yourself, but also love how he’s really breaking a sweat just because of your hard grip. Who would have thought. 14-meter class titans got nothing on you. Levi’s entire neck and chest is glazed over. You call him out on it, all you’re gonna get is a little ‚tch, that’s your fault, woman‘. I mean of course it is. He’s literally at your mercy. I told you he’s hilarious.

Little did you know that Levi will straight-up ignore his sweatiness and just continue, one heartbeat at a time, to really fill you out and make you feel good. Can you imagine. Levi dedicating like 20 minutes to make sweet love to you doggystyle. 

He has a good feeling for keeping you just on the verge of cumming. He even reaches around to press two fingers into your clit after five minutes of figuring out his angles. You didn’t expect this at all. It’s as if Levi can read your mind going „but his hands are gonna get really messy, why?“ — he just goes on rubbing and says, deadpan: „Miss, do I look like I care.“

Some dirty things in the world are just there to annoy him. They’re not existing to make his life easier. And toilet humor-related things: We know Levi’s stance on that. Wet pussy on the other hand: Surprise. He thinks of it very differently. Levi is pretty caught off guard by the fact that you loving and adoring him is the reason you’re leaking so much. 

It sinks in (um, literally) that you’re all drippy because you really want him inside. Not to mention that he constantly realizes just how attracted to him you are. Your desire for him, that’s Ackerman kryptonite. Levi doesn’t miss your eyes, nope. That motherfucker is a damn good face reader.

And— How warmed up your body feels in his hands, how you’re breathing. How you’re telling him exactly how to tilt to hit the good spots. How you’re sucking in air when he does just that. How you sound, grip the pillow, the sheets. Your goosebumps all over your legs. How your lips part. How you wait for every thrust. The way you tell him how good it is. Your pulse. Your own sweaty back, letting his hands on your waist slip and slide a little with the rhythm. 

How he’s struggling not to moan his soul out and chokes back. How you’re softly moving to glide off, he’s gonna lose his mind. How much you’re enjoying him and how cute you tell him he is. Whatever you’d ask of him, he’s so ready to fulfill it. You having the absolute hots for Levi is probably gonna preoccupy him for the whole night while you’re sleeping and he sits in the chair.

He’s been shooting grumpy cat level eye daggers with extra Ackerpoison at the corps couples for walking around showing any signs of this. Making all those lovey-dovey faces or going to the back of the barn together. Levi has chased them with his favored broom to whoop-diddly-doop those horndog soldiers back on track, swirling his weapon of choice around to send a sweeping cloud of dust after them.

Whereas now… he has to deal with the fact that he really loves all that horny stuff. Cognitive dissonance 101 is striking him out of nowhere. I mean he’d not fuck in the barn, that one is truly disgustingly shittily bastardly filthy or however he’d word it, but you get the gist. He caught feelings and caught pleasure — and that’s such a good thing.

His problem is, Levi wouldn’t know how to fawn right back at you. Except saying „good job“ like he’d praise a cadet, but he decides that’s not something to say during sex. He’s very right about that indeed. So instead: He will always reply to you accordingly and with Levi-typical honesty. 

If you say you love how he kisses your neck from behind, he will tell you he’s enjoying it as well because damn he loves that spot indeed (titans can tell you a story about it… Levi has such a neck fixation, that fucker). And: Letting actions speak the loudest with him. He’s a practical guy. Levi’s hands can to the most complicated reverse grips and all that crazy human Beyblade shit. Getting you off at his fingertips is gonna be his easiest exercise ever once he gets into it.

He doesn’t even do it to show off at this point. Levi is just that kind of a sex machine and eager to please, not to mention god, is he obedient and a giver in disguise. If Levi were offered the most luxurious, expensive tea available versus your breasts to suck on for a week given he’s free of titan duty… that cup is gonna turn cold. He loves the skinship and he loves giving you a fuckton of orgasms, as many as you like and as many he has time for.

Self-explanatory, this is something he will not feel one bit of regret about. Hours touching you is the farthest from wasting time to Levi. The less he holds back with his love, the more secure things become. He doesn’t feel the misery he thought he’d run into, nor does it feel like a reckless act that’s only something feeble. 

The new soap every other week on his table alone reminds him you’re here to stay and like his every quirk, and make this a private thing rather than something to parade around. You never lied saying „Levi, you’re mine.“ He does wrap his head around the fact that all of this is happening with time.

Levi finds your relationship meaningful because it gives him feelings and exactly that emotional harbor he never had before, and he gifts you the reverence of your lifetime since Levi doesn’t half-ass anything. You reassured and guided him so much, he looks up to that, it breaks down his prejudice against loving more and more. That’s how you’ll feel intimate in all kinds of ways for very intense hours he can spare to make the most out of it. 

From the light touch at his arm to making out until the candles burn down. And if you tell Levi to sell the deal and dedicate his heart, how can he not take that as a serious order. He has to be guarded to put his guard down, and that’s what you can offer him, and he will create something lasting out of it. Promise is promise to him, we all know.

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[scared-aquarius]

me very aggressively complimenting the signs

Aries- You have so much passion for the things and the people you care about that it is SICKENING. You’re so goddamn DETERMINED to meet your goals it is absolutely fucking admirable. You were BORN to be a leader whether you’re leading others or taking control of yourself. You’re not afraid to do what needs to be done because you have the fucking strength. You bring people TOGETHER. You have BIG SHORT PEOPLE ANGER ENERGY and it will get you FAR. You WILL accomplish the things in life by continuing to be your CONFIDENT and BADASS SELF. FUCK

Taurus- You are the definition of a RELIABLE HUMAN BEING. You are the rock that so many people need in their lives. You’re so fucking devoted to any task thrown your way. You make life problems YOUR BITCH. You do this by enduring all the garbage that gets thrown at you and wading it out sometimes based on pure goddamn stubbornness and you come out the other side with a BIG BAG OF ACCOMPLISHMENT and a MIDDLE FINGER IN THE AIR. Even when you want to give up you DON’T because you’re a responsible PIECE OF SHIT with GLITTER ON TOP and I love that.

Gemini- FUCK GEMINI HATERS. Some may call you two-faced, real ones know you are ADAPTABLE. You are fucking CHAMELEONS. You were the person in high school who had friends in ALL different friend groups. You are truly a gentle person with a curious heart, do you fucking hear me. You have the ability to reach so many people with your WIT and CHARM. You’re not afraid to take off your mask in front of people which makes you that much more RELATABLE. PEOPLE AREN’T ONE-DIMENSIONAL SO YOU SHOULDN’T GET FLAK FOR IT. Direct me to the Gemini haters, let me roundhouse kick them real quick. 

Cancer- You have the BIGGEST HEART and your ability to make others feel comforted in their time of need is EXQUISITE. Those closest to you know you will defend them to your LAST BREATH because you are loyal as fuck. The way you can find even the smallest things to be important or sentimental is VERY TOUCHING. You’re like a $100 8 oz piece of medium rare filet mignon covered in a sugary honey garlic sauce, SWEET and TENDER, SHIT. You can empathize with just about everyone, even those who have wronged you because you really are just that fucking PURE.

Leo- I would very much LIKE TO BE AROUND YOU. Not only do you know how to light up a room but you can FUCKING keep my ATTENTION. You absolutely know how to dominate a conversation, teach me how, you are a goddamn NATURAL. The CHARISMA, it OOZES, sometimes when you don’t even realize. You are the person others go to when they need a good cheering up. You know how to make a person laugh under any circumstance, you fucking wizard. If you were in a movie you’d be the hot one and also the comic relief and also the main character who everyone loves, holy SHIT

Virgo- You very much should receive the RESPECT that you fucking DESERVE. You put in the WORK, bitch, you know how to fucking GET SHIT DONE, bitch. People may misunderstand you for being cold, but in reality you just know how to put your own feelings to the side in order to do the task at hand, and do it with PERFECTION, because you are so fucking detail-oriented, you never miss a single fucking BEAT. You would be the person to find a cure to the zombie apocalypse in less than a fucking week. You can get things right even on your first try because you’re EXTREMELY FUCKING CAPABLE.

Libra- You aren’t afraid to put your faith in others and THAT is what makes you so fucking LIKEABLE. You are humble while still remaining STRONG and true to WHO YOU ARE. People fucking love you because you know how to view a situation from all sides because you have an OPEN MIND and an OPEN HEART. It is truly disgusting how amazing and rare that is, you fucking gem. YOU GODDAMN PERSONIFICATION OF GRACE. How are you able to fight for the things you believe in all while remaining sympathetic to all, it’s beautiful. YOU ARE FUCKING LOVED, UNDERSTAND THIS. 

Scorpio- You are the person who your friends would go to when they need to get rid of a body because you’re that fucking TRUE and FAITHFUL to the people you LOVE. Not only would you get rid of the body, you’d also know how to do it with 100% certainty you’d never get caught because you’re so damn resourceful. Is this morbid as shit? MAYBE, but you don’t care because you’re the FUCKING COOL ONE. You are a FIERCE BITCH who people close to you LOVE and your enemies should FEAR. Never underestimate yourself because you have the PASSION and the CUNNING to get through all fuckery. 

Sagittarius- If I had to sit on a 30-hour long flight with someone, it’d be you because you would be SO FUCKING FUN TO TALK TO. You truly do not give a SHIT what other people think about you and it allows you to speak your mind freely, it’s so fucking amazing. Your love to travel and learn new things makes you INTERESTING as FUCK and you know how to put anyone in a good fucking mood. You make people feel INCLUDED. Your thirst for adventure is CONTAGIOUS, I would like to explore the inside of the earth with you, fucker. You are a prime example of WALKING the FUCKING WALK.

Capricorn- You know how to get the most out of literally ANYTHING, if you were given enough popsicle sticks and glue you could probably build a second fucking Golden Gate Bridge. You KNOW what you want and you know how to fucking get it. Your mind is SHARP AS FUCK. You have so much discipline and self-control you could probably become Lord Commander of the ENTIRE FUCKING WORLD and you’d be fucking GOOD AT IT. You are a goddamn force to be reckoned with in both your personal and professional life because you take yours AND others' mistakes and learn from them, it’s fucking BRILLIANT.

Aquarius- The world is your fucking OYSTER, BITCH and you are ready to mold it into what it needs to be. You are CREATIVE, you are INNOVATIVE, you are a fucking VISIONARY. People love you because they know you give a shit about them because you SHOW them. You don’t fucking tolerate those who hurt others and people ADMIRE YOU FOR IT. You aren’t afraid to be your own fucking person and that spans from how you think to how you act to how you look. IT’S ABSOLUTELY FUCKING ALLURING. You help others feel comfortable in their own skin when they’re around you without you even REALIZING. 

Pisces- You are a GODDAMN PIECE OF ART. You are the type of person who would fucking die to save a stranger. You are deeply connected with your emotions and because of this you are able to create ABSOLUTELY INCREDIBLE FUCKING THINGS, not to mention it allows you to really connect with others. People from all different walks of life get drawn to you because you’re SO FRIENDLY. WE ALL WANNA BE YOUR GODDAMN FRIEND. You see the beauty in the mundane. Describing a personality like yours would turn into fucking POETRY. YOU ARE A SOFT PIANO SONG.

[rigginsstreet]

gladys/alice + 53

53. Take off your shirt. (apologies in advance to any hal fans reading this lmfao i feel like i did him kinda dirty my bad. but hal haters are not allowed to clown on this post. also this did not turn out sexy just sad lmfao sorry)

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She knew tonight would be a shit show. Didn’t matter that she had spent two weeks saving up money to actually buy a respectable enough outfit for dinner with the Coopers when she could have just stolen one. Because she wanted to fit in. Wanted them to like her. Didn’t want to feel like even more of an outcast in clothes she swiped from the local department store. 

Turns out, you can take the girl out of the South Side, but you can’t take the South Side out of the girl. Not according to Prudence Cooper and the giant stick he has lodged up her ass, anyway. 

Alice had been on her best behavior from the second she stepped foot on Elm Street. Had smiled and said all the right things. Had gone so far as to make Hal teach her proper dinner etiquette because she wanted to get everything perfectly right. And none of it mattered. Because all Prudence Cooper had done the whole night was look down her nose at her. Did that shit that all those bored, stuffy, suburban housewives do where they make these cryptic little jabs at you with a smile on their face so you have to think twice about if you’ve just been insulted. Because God forbid they say what they really feel. That’s too tacky, apparently. But playing mind games with a teenager is acceptable. 

By the time dinner was over Alice’s palms were bleeding from her nails digging into them so hard. Because, for as much as she wanted to jump over the table and deck Prudence Cooper in her little Puritan face, she knew better. Because, in spite of his nutjob mother, Alice still loved Hal. Even though she was questioning that allegiance now. 

Not once during that dinner from hell did he pipe his big mouth up to say anything in her defense. He’s her boyfriend. That’s supposed to mean something. All the shit she gets from everyone for dating a North Sider, a Cooper, no less, and she always defends him. And he can’t say one thing to his mother.

So now here she was, at some house party drowning her sorrows, her anger. She’d come here with Hal, she remembers that much. But the minute she stepped inside she made it her mission to stay away from him the rest of the night. She wanted to wipe all memory of Hal and the Coopers from her mind, and she was doing a pretty damn good job of it, if she said so herself. 

There was some blue concoction in a giant bowl in the kitchen that kind of tasted like ass, if she was honest. But, fortunately, it had lost all flavor by her third cup, so she kept going back for more.

She’s lost count by now of how many times she’s sent some freshman to fetch her a refill while she hides out in any other corner of the house that isn’t the kitchen because Hal gave up trying to chase her only for her to dodge him. Thought he was being smart parking it in the kitchen to wait for her to come back for another drink. Like she wouldn’t figure out a way around that one.

But apparently Hal’s wizened up to that plan, too. She can see him moving through the crowd of partygoers, obviously looking for her. She’s got the advantage, though, crouched down on the floor out of view. Time to move, though. Can’t risk Hal finding her and turning this night into an even worse fiasco.

Getting up proves to be a little more difficult than anticipated. The room immediately starts spinning, and she has to reach her hand out to the nearest wall to steady herself. Stands still, takes a couple of deep breaths, then she’s good to go. 

Except she’s not. Barely a step forward and she’s falling sideways into the wall. 

“Fuck,” she says on impact before falling into a fit of giggles. The wall suddenly feels like exactly where she needs to be. It’s nice. Soft. Safe...

“Jesus, Al, how much have you had tonight?”

There’s arms around her suddenly. Strong, but skinny. Not Hal’s. And that voice... definitely not Hal’s. Too feminine, even with the grit it possesses. Something oddly familiar she can’t quite place.

“‘m fine,” she says, trying to push out of whoever’s hold she’s in. The room’s so dark around her. Can’t see shit in front her, but that doesn’t matter. She’s just gotta move forward.

“Like hell you are. C’mon, where’s that boytoy of yours?”

Alice’s eyes flutter open at that. Suddenly the room’s not so dark anymore. Gladys Cohen is the one holding her up, she sees now. Because this night just had to get worse for her.

“Don’t wanna see him.” The words slur coming out of her mouth. 

Gladys huffs beside her. “Fine. Whatever. But I’m cutting you off.”

She reaches for the cup just as Alice is bringing it to her lips. The reaction is slow, but once Alice is keyed in to what Gladys is doing, she jerks her hand away out of reach. “Fuck off.”

“Don’t be a brat.” 

Gladys reaches over again for the cup, this time successfully getting ahold of it. Only serves to make Alice pull back, an anger flaring up inside her. 

“Get off me!”

“I’m not letting you get alcohol poisoning over a fight with your boyfriend, that’s so fucking cliche, Al!”

“It’s none of your business!”

Alice swings her arm back towards her in full force, and she feels it instantly. The warm liquid spilling down her shirt, pressing it to her skin. She looks down and sees nothing but a big purple splotch, the blue drink mixing in with the soft pink of her satin blouse. 

The blouse she spent weeks saving for. The blouse that was supposed to solve all her problems. The blouse that couldn’t save her from making a bad impression on Hal’s mother. 

A dam breaks. Tears free flow down her face and there’s a whine coming from the back of her throat, high and shrill and she doesn’t even care.

“Aw, shit. Al-”

“Everything’s ruined!” She yells with everything she has in her. Pounds both her fists into Gladys’ chest, hard enough that she stumbles back a step, before running off to the nearest bathroom.

She slams the door shut as soon as she gets inside. Grabs the nearest hand towel and places under the water and furiously starts scrubbing away at the stain. Some color rubs off onto the towel but it’s doing nothing to remove it from her shirt. 

Vision blurry with tears, Alice gives up, throwing the towel down with a growl before gripping the countertop in front of her. She squeezes her eyes shut, trying to stop the tears, but it does nothing. She should’ve known better. Playing dress-up for one night doesn’t change anything. She’ll always be South Side trash, and the universe won’t let her forget it. 

There’s a soft tapping at the door. Alice rubs her sleeve under nose before answering. “Go away.” But it’s half-hearted.

The door slowly opens. Gladys peaks her head through, like she’s making sure it won’t get bitten off. When she deems it safe enough she lets herself fully in, closing the door behind her. “You okay?”

Alice sniffles. “Do I look okay?”

“Maybe not your finest hour, but I’ve got no complaints.”

Alice rolls her eyes.

“Take off your shirt,” Gladys commands, jutting her chin out at her.

“I’m not in the mood, G-”

Gladys laughs. “And I’m not trying to fuck the drunk girl. Take off your shirt.” She sets a jug of detergent she must’ve gotten from the laundry room down onto the counter before sliding her jacket off. 

Alice gets the hint, then, and starts unbuttoning her blouse. Gladys is removing her own shirt - some old and hand-me-down Runaways tee - and handing it over. Stands there in nothing but her bra and ripped jeans.

With a tentative hand, Alice takes it, tries her best to avoid looking. Their fingers brushing for the briefest second before Gladys is reaching for the stained blouse. Gets to work on making it look new again.

Alice slips the old shirt on. Can smell the brand of cigarettes Gladys smokes on it. The ones they used to share under the bleachers between periods and behind the Wyrm before Alice decided to quite. There’s an undercurrent of something pleasant there, too. Cinnamon and cloves. A mix that is so distantly Gladys. It makes her head spin, but she’ll blame that on her drunken state.

It makes the tears start falling again.

“Woah, hey.” Gladys abandons the shirt in the sink and turns to pull Alice into her arms. “What’s got you all worked up, blondie?”

Sometimes Alice feels like she made a mistake. That she chose wrong. And she hates to admit because, because she loves Hal. But. She misses her old life, too. And right now... everything feels too familiar. In Gladys’ shirt, in Gladys’ arms. The way Gladys is petting her hair and making her feel okay when everything’s not okay. 

She pulls back enough to look Gladys in the eyes. Gladys traces a fingertip softly at her temple, pushing a lock of hair behind her ear and in that split second Alice makes the decision to lean forward, press their lips together.

It’s wrong. She knows. Hal’s outside looking for her, worried about her. And here she is hiding away, kissing her ex girlfriend. 

Gladys’ mouth opens in a gasp, and Alice takes it as an invitation. Except. 

Gladys presses the palm of her hand to Alice’s chest, pushing her back gently. “I’m not doing this, Al,” she says. There’s no anger in her voice. No hostility, surprisingly. Just... a rational calm that Alice feels so far away from.

“Why not?” Alice pouts.

Gladys smiles, but it seems sad. “Because your boyfriend’s outside.”

“You don’t even like Hal.” She goes in for another kiss, but is stopped short with Gladys’ hand to her chest again.

“But you do. You’re drunk, and upset, and I’m not interested in taking advantage.”

“Gladys-”

Gladys slips her leather back on. Zips it up to just her navel before turning to open the door. She pauses, turns to nod at the shirt in the sink. “Be gentle with that but keep scrubbing. Should come out just fine. Then go make up with your boyfriend.”

She turns to leave for good this time, but the moment doesn’t feel finished. Things never really feel finished when it comes to them.

“Gladys?”

She’s chewing on her bottom lip when she turns to face Alice again. Eyebrows raised in expectancy. 

But there’s no words coming to Alice. Nothing feels significant enough to encapsulate the moment, everything she’s feeling. Hell if she even knows what she’s feeling. Longing? Regret? Apologetic? All of it all at once.

The silence hangs heavy between them, but Gladys must feel it, too. She gives Alice a final nod before leaving, shutting the door behind her. And Alice is left alone, wiping a tear from her eye.

[howrry]

swing for the fences

a/n: “i’m writing a 5/1 story!” five seconds later: here’s a piece that has nothing to do with that!! not even sorry, one direction never kept their promises so why should i ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ besides i like this work way more than the 5/1 tbh, so here’s a fwb piece i’ve had unfinished for weeks now, pls enjoy

w/c: 3.0k

warnings: smutsmutsmut bitch

***

Harry figured out he really liked Y/N while standing in line at a sandwich shop.

It was sudden and unceremonial, compared to the cute stories that go like "oh I fell in love with my husband when we stared deeply into each other's eyes" or "I realized I loved her when she helped me in my time of need" that you can find on Reddit. No, Harry had to have his epiphany while staring at sliced banana peppers.

While the young boy behind the counter was loading his sandwich into the toaster, Harry peered over the glass and thought about what veggies he wanted. Spinach and tomatoes, of course, maybe some jalapeños, and so on. He remembered that he'd be seeing his friend Y/N later that day and knew that if she saw his food, she'd want a bite. While he was an avid hater of the aforementioned banana peppers, they were Y/N's favorite, and he pondered over getting some so that she'd enjoy her bite out of his sandwich more.

You like her. The thought hit him like a train. Normally he wouldn't let anybody else so much as breathe towards his food, yet he was considering ruining his entire sandwich just so that Y/N could enjoy a single bite out of it. Because he liked her.

The realization knocked the wind out of him. When the employee asked what he wanted on his sub, he stumbled over his words and by the time he paid and left the store, he doesn't even remember if he got the damn peppers or not.

This was a problem. See, Harry and Y/N had a great thing going on—what one would call friends with benefits. They hung out together, saw movies, ate breakfast and other friendly activities by day, and by night he was guaranteed to be burying himself in her. No romance, no attachments, nothing. Perfect!

Except, well, not anymore. What was he going to do? The two of them had always prided themselves on being able to separate feelings from sex; sometimes you just needed to get your rocks off, and having that option always at arm's length was incredibly convenient. Now that he'd discovered he might have more feelings than he thought he did, there was no foreseeable way for this to be resolved without at least one of them getting hurt.

So he tried to ignore it.

***

Y/N knocked on his door later that day, despite having a key to his house and using it to let herself in. “Haz!” she called, and he emerged from the kitchen, wiping the avocado ranch from the corner of his mouth. He stiffened a bit when she gave him a chaste hug, but she didn’t seem to notice.

They went to the kitchen together, where she noted the remains of the sandwich on his table. “Thanks for getting me something, cuck,” she whined, gesturing towards his leftovers.

“You can have the rest, yeh big baby!” he said as if he hadn’t intended to give it to her the whole time.

She squealed in delight, taking a massive bite and then talking without swallowing first. “Hey, I love banana peppers! Thanks!”

“Don’t talk with your food in your mouth,” he chastised, ignoring her comment.

The remainder of the evening went like it normally would. They chatted about their days (Harry leaving out his big discovery, of course), started their journey catching up on Stranger Things, and ended up necking on his couch. When she ghosted her lips across his skin to go for a real kiss, though, he dove to avoid it and bit at her earlobe instead. He whispered that the two of them should go to his room and, as far as he knew, she didn’t even notice he’d avoided one of the simplest parts of sex.

When they didend up sleeping together, he tried to make it as distant and impersonal as possible. He didn’t attach his mouth to hers even once and skipped out on foreplay once he’d undressed her, merely checking if she was wet enough with his fingers (she was, always so damn pliant) before stuffing his cock into her from behind. He ended up having a below-average orgasm way too quickly and even felt guilty enough to work backwards and get her off with his hands.

Once they were done, she made a lighthearted joke about him being in a rush judging by the mediocre sex. Harry didn’t really react to this, and she was so uncomfortable she let herself out. She normally spent the night.

So there Harry was, lying in his cold bed by himself, arms tucked behind his head and staring at the ceiling. He felt awful. His new tactic clearly didn’t work and it’d unsettled the one girl he liked.

Time to switch game plans, he guessed.

***

That morning, the first thing he did was shoot Y/N an apologetic text saying he’d felt tired and wasn’t able to give a grade-A performance (even though, uh, hello, he was the one who initiated sex, but whatever). She forgave him instantly, which made his stomach knot. Why did she have to be so compassionate and forgiving? Why was she such a great person?

Throughout the next few weeks, he decided to change up his attitude in the bedroom. Being her friend wouldn’t change regardless of how he felt about her, so he acted the complete same from day to day, but things were different at night.

It was a complete 180 from what he'd tried before. He originally attempted to dodge kissing, now he pressed his lips to hers with a fervor that he hadn't felt in years. He used to like taking her from behind and pushing her head down into the pillows, now he was fucking her missionary, snaking an arm around the small of her back so that as much of her skin was against his as possible. Now he was letting her sit in his lap, his cock nestled in her and nails dragging down the soft skin of her back. Now he was going down on her for hours, licking and eating like she was an oasis in a desert. He used to pull out before he came and paint either her ass or her face, now he chose to finish inside of her, marking her as his from the inside. He fucked her, well, like he loved her.

Y/N didn't seem to catch onto this rollercoaster of changes that Harry was putting her through, or if she did, she didn't mention it. She was always good at matching his energy in the bedroom, no matter how rough or how tender (which didn’t bode well for his soft heart). It’d be one thing if she questioned this new behavior, but everything he gave her, she gave right back. Every burning kiss, every hair pull, every bite and thrust and moan was reciprocated—if not topped in intensity. Again, not so good for his already-growing feelings.

After one particularly long and hot-blooded round, Harry decided to ask how she really felt. He lay in bed, panting from his orgasm just moments before, when Y/N returned from a quick bathroom break. Now or never, he thought.

"Hey, Y/N?" he asked, voice cracking at the dehydration. He sat up in bed, sheets bunching up around his lap.

She waved a hand at him, picking up her pants and forcing her legs into them. "I know, I know, I'm leaving. I don't wanna run into your round two on my way out," she winked, continuing to pull her jeans up her thighs.

"No!" he blurted. Round two? What the hell was she talking about? Did she really think that he had someone elsecoming over after that mind-blowing, passionate sex? "What? No. I just—"

"I'm kidding, Harry," she deadpanned, stopping him. "But seriously, I do have to go. I'll catch you tomorrow?" The tail end of her sentence kicked up, even though both of them knew she'd be back. "Text you when I get home!" She slammed the door behind her, and Harry sat with his jaw in his lap.

He didn't even get a text.

***

Harry hated bars.

He didn’t even know why he went. Well, that was a lie. Any chance to spend time with Y/N he jumped on, even if it was with their mutual friends at a dingy club.

At this point in the evening, he was pretty sauced. He’d long since lost track of the whole friend group, and chose to relax at the bar where even the bartender lost track of how many pints he’d had in the evening.

He spotted her on the other side of the U-shaped bar, chatting up a strikingly attractive fella with loose blonde hair and beaming white teeth. You know, nothing like Harry.

He felt sick. There was no stated monogamy between them and she owed him no loyalty, but for the past few months they’d damn near spent every waking moment together. There wasn’t even any time for her to be with someone else. But now, everything was fair game and she was clearly taking the chance presented to her.

Fuck it. He downed what was left in his glass, threw enough money on the bar to cover his drinks and a tip, and marched over to the duo.

“Oh hi!” Y/N gushed when she made eye contact. “Caleb, this is my friend Harry. Harry, this is Caleb.”

So. His name was Caleb. Up close, he was even more immaculate. His skin was as clear as the sky, he had the bone structure of a sculpture, and despite his blonde hair, his eyelashes were thick and dark. His manners were clearly up to par as well, since he politely extended a hand and flashed a smile at Harry. When he merely stared down at his hand, Caleb awkwardly pulled back.

“Nice to meet you, Harry. Y/N was just telling me about her recent trip to the Grand Canyon. I can’t imagine hiking in that weather, you’re quite brave.” That last part was more directed at her, and the attention made her giggle.

“Actually, I went with her on that trip,” Harry noted, both of their gazes snapping to him. “The weather was quite pleasant given the time of year. We didn’t even mind the heat when we fucked in the tent two nights in.”

“What the fuck?” Y/N blurted. Her face turned bright red, showing through even under her makeup, and his comment even got the attention of nearby patrons. “I’m so sorry,” she muttered to a shocked Caleb before grabbing Harry’s hand and yanking him to the back hallway of the bar.

Once out of the range of the booming music, she stopped and attempted to push him against the brick wall behind him, failing due to his size. “Harry, you need tostop,” she reprimanded.

“Stop wha’?” he slurred, genuinely curious about what she meant. Stop drinking, stop feeling so sorry for himself, stop loving her?

“Stop making a scene. What’s the matterwith you?” Her arms folded over her chest, enhancing her rack in her dress but Harry was too far gone to appreciate it.

“I don’ like him,” he huffed.

“That’s ridiculous,” her eyes cut into slits. “You met him 45 seconds ago, and I don’t get uppity about your bitches!”

“Haven’t slept with someone else since you,” he confessed. “Haven’ even looked at anyone else the same since I first touched you,” he purred, taking a step towards her.

She stepped back, hitting the wall behind her. “What?”

Fuck it, he was drunk. He wouldn’t even remember this in the morning. “The second I put my hands on your body, and tasted you, and saw what you look like when I make you cum on my cock, I saw the whole world differently. Reckon I love yeh,” he finished his dirty secret with a nervous laugh, somewhat cutting the meaning of his words.

For a few moments of heavy silence, he thought she was going to reciprocate his admission. There was a tiny glint in her eyes that made him think she felt the same and he opened his mouth to dig himself deeper into his hole but she stopped him.

Something washed over her face and she suddenly looked very uncomfortable. Y/N pursed her lips and brought a hand up to awkwardly scratch at her elbow. “I shouldn’t have let you have that last beer.” It was a joke, obviously, since she hadn’t been around him since his first drink of the night, but he didn’t laugh. “Let’s get you a water and take you home so you can get some sleep.” Harry couldn’t even protest before she grabbed his arm and tugged him back through the bustling dance floor and out the front door. He never even got his water.

To say that Harry was devastated was the understatement of the millennia. He’d just poured his heart out to the girl who had occupied his every thought for the past few weeks and she breezed over it like it was nothing. He didn’t speak another word to her for the rest of the night, barring a dazed “thank you” when she helped him up the stairs in his home and got him into bed. Once he was relatively comfortable, she let herself out without saying anything.

Well, that was it. He shot his shot, swung for the fences, and missed. If a truth bomb like that wasn’t enough for Y/N, nothing would be. As he laid in bed, head swimming and the stationary fan seemingly spinning above him, he knew his relationship with her was over.

He had to drag himself out of bed and into the bathroom to throw up, and he knew full heartedly that it had nothing to do with the alcohol.

***

Harry had never been a “show up at a girl’s door” kind of guy, especially if he was about to break up with her. Or, whatever he was about to do. Can you break up with someone you never dated?

However, he knew this was something that had to be done in person. His stomach was in a painful knot from the moment he woke up and didn’t subside during the drive to her apartment nor while walking up to her door or rapping it with his knuckles. It especially didn’t get any better when she swung the door open and was clearly happy to see him, smiling bigger than the sun. Clearly, she was ready to forget about last night and move the fuck on.

She let him in and briefly apologized for still being in pajamas, blaming it on laundry day. “When I have a coherent outfit that’s clean, wanna go see the new Spider-man movie?” she asked, leading him to her living room.

Her question was so innocuous, his stomach got even worse. “Actually, there’s something I wanna talk to you about.”

This made her stop in her tracks, her bubbly persona fading away. He knew damn well she hated those kind of ominous sentences, that they gave her anxiety. “Is everything okay, H?”

He inhaled through his nose sharply, blinking to make sure he wasn't tearing up. "I think we need t'stop seeing each other. Like, even as friends." It came out in one breath, like if he didn't, he knows he would've stumbled over it.

To his shock, Y/N's face paled. "W-what? H... why?" she was starting to even tremble.

"I'm gettin' too fuckin' attached, okay?" he blurted. No going back now, he guessed. "Whatever's going on between us clearly means nothing to you and I can't keep pretending like I'm fine with it. I can’t keep acting like everything is okay when it’s not.

His explanation made her jaw pop open. "Wait, you were serious? When you confessed your feelings?"

Harry's head reared back. "What? Of course I was serious! Why wouldn't I have been?"

She shrugged, choosing to stare at the floor rather than make eye contact. "I don’t know. You were drunk, I-I thought it was some kind of ploy. You've been acting kind of weird lately and I didn't know what you were planning. I got scared so I tried to be more chill about... us."

He blinked. “Well, now yeh know. It wasn’t a ploy, or a drunken mistake. I’m serious when I say that I love yeh, and if yeh don’t feel the same way, tell me now so I can walk the fuck out.” His head dropped down to his folded hands, staring down at the cross tattoo.

Her face turned pink at his profanity. He very rarely swore around her except in the bedroom, so the severity of the situation weighed on her. “Of course I love you,” she admitted, just barely over a whisper.

His head snapped up. “What?”

“Harry, you’re one of the best guys I’ve ever met. You treat me so well, I don’t even understand it myself. I mean, you hatebanana peppers, for God’s sake!” She laughed, and Harry’s stomach unknotted for the first time in 48 hours.

“What?” he repeated, her confession not quite sinking in.

“Are you a broken record? I said I love you! Is that not what you want?”

“I—no, it is! I’m just in shock! I’ve been through a lot since last night, okay?”

She dropped down on the couch next to him and threw her arms around him, and he instinctively wrapped his hands around her biceps. “So, what now?” she asked, pulling away and looking at him with doe eyes.

“Well, you’re m’girlfriend now, I reckon,” he smirked. “Is that alright with you?”

“Yes! Of course, you dummy.” The seemingly unwaivering smile on her face was replaced with a mischievous look. “Now that we’re dating, you have to help me with stuff that you didn’t before.”

He raised an eyebrow. “What do y’mean?”

She stood up from the couch and grabbed his arm, dragging him down the hallway. “I have laundry to fold, and the faster it’s done, the sooner we can see Jake Gyllenhaal kicking Spider-man’s ass!”

And to be honest? He couldn’t complain, not one bit.

[shizekarnstein]

I first came into the fandom when Rod had Eren chained up as a happy meal for his estranged daughter. Even THEN people hated Eren and wanted Historia to eat him. There have ALWAYS been people in this fandom who have hated Eren for no real reason. And these people the other anon are talking about making wild theories are probably the same people that called for him to be nommed back then. They have nothing better to do with their lives than hate read a manga because they dislike a protagonist.

Oh I'm familiar with how disliked Eren has always been in general. He's a peculiar protagonist for a shounen/seinen manga and some people have hated him since like day one. I know this very well. It's just that I don't have the energy or motivation to give a damn about what some strangers in the internet think. But since you asked, rant warning.

This is my personal theory regarding Eren's lack of success among like half of the fandom: lots of people can't stand teenagers in fiction. If they don't act like mini adults and are totally badass and in control of themselves, they aint worth shit. Eren was a 15 years old boy who wore his emotions in his sleeve, who cried and felt worthless tons of times. He didn't master immediately everything there was to learn.I mean people hate women too just for breathing but at least with them they can say of course she's a crybaby/useless/dumb or too emotional-irrational after all women be like that 🙄. But a boy has to fit the idealised image of Masculinity and that implies be absolutely perfect: he can't cry lol those are for lil girls and babies, he has to be tough, and strong, and brilliant, and super smart, and confident and suave and macho. In their eyes just bc Eren is passion driven and learns at a normal pace and fucking cries he is a failure. Young people being vulnerable makes them uncomfortable.

When I say those type of fans hate teenagers who aren't miniature adults, it also applies to Armin and Mikasa. Armin may be smart but oh no he cries too! He's a weakling! There were better choices for you know what!. Mikasa is a woman to boot and that combined with her strength (she's dangerous) and being CLINGY has gained her tons of critics too. But in Eren's case is even worse, because he's an average boy with too many emotions bubbling under his skin. 

And that's just pre basement Eren. His current self has inspired the kind of nightmare fuel in those haters that I'm speechless most of the time. Those fans seem to have the time of their lives reading the manga and twisting the events and characters arcs just to fit their preferred narrative of the story. That's the kind of crazy theorists the other anon told me about last night. They delight in taking things and statements at face value and not giving a damn about critical thinking or you know just remember we as readers and the characters are all operating with partial information. (Eren said Mikasa is a slave and hates her! I knew it all along!! Or Omg he LAUGHED when Sasha died what a devil! Siding with Connie and ignoring the freaking tears reminiscent of when Hannes died). Selective reading as it's finest. Of course if you or I attempt to offer an alternative (sometimes downright logical) explanation well we can't be taken seriously. We are delusional Eren stans. 

After all who in their right minds would like a worthless weakling turned slavemaster or genocidal maniac or whatever else they are saying about him this week?🙄

Anon I get why you and others are frustrated. Eren has been my favorite snk character since uprising  and I'm tired of reading about how my favorite was never good enough or strong enough to warrant an ounce of attention. Im sad others don't see in Eren the marvelous things I do and made me love him the best, above all others. But that's how it is. People have the right to like and dislike whatever they please. 

The problem comes when people just won't accept that.

Those kind of people who as you said waste their time hate reading a manga series aren't worth my time. Let them be. Why should I let them interfere with my reading experience? I'm having fun with snk, and engaging with or giving the time of the day to those types of fanatics isn't my idea of a good time. Ignore them. Block them if they personally bother you. But don't let them spoil your reading experience. That part of the fandom is so no worth it.

I love Eren and there's nothing any of those people can do about it.  

[thenamesseven]

Warnings: Some vanilla smut ahead!

This was a request! Sorry for taking so long to write it, I hope this is what you wanted!

To say you were upset was an understatement.

When Yoongi invited you to the dorms so you could spend some time with him, you had thought he was planning to do something together. Maybe he had managed to download that movie the both of you were dying to watch or maybe he planned on spending one of those relaxing afternoons with the both of your  locked in his studio, watching him work in his new songs. It seemed like Yoongi had a different idea because by the time you got in the dorms he was already locked in his studio but despite what you had imagined, he wanted to work alone.

He said he was only going to take 20 more minutes to finish the song but you had been laying on Jimin’s bed and playing videogames with Kook and Taehyung for almost two hours, you were starting to get frustrated with your boyfriend and the younger ones noticed this. Every time you sighed one of them would fake being distracted so you could win the game, whenever you would unconsciously pout as you glanced at the studio door Taehyung would ask your opinion about some clothes he wanted to get. The final stroke was when Jin poked his head into the bedroom to ask if they wanted some take out for dinner and found you laying there, not even playing anymore. The surprised yet sympathetic smiled on his face made your chest feel even tighter, this was not the first time that Yoongi did something similar and no matter how many times you tried to explain him it kind of hurt to be forgotten like that he always seemed to not understand.

Sometimes you didn’t even know how you managed to deal with him.

His cuteness kept winning you over, he was a passionate romantic (the one that took days to plan every of your dates because he always wanted to surprise you, to make you feel like the queen you are for him). And let’s be honest, even though you two hadn’t stepped into sexual territory yet, whenever he became Min Suga and started roasting haters with his tongue technology, you would just feel like the luckiest girl in the world for having such a hot boyfriend.

Tiredly, you stood from Jimin’s bed and stretched yourself. Some of the muscles of your back popped a Little “If Yoongi asks I’m in his room” You muttered abandoning your videogame partners as you walked out of the room.

When you walked inside the room he was currently sharing with Namjoon, you closed the door behind you and laid down on Yoongi’s bed, burying your head against the pillow as you let out a frustrated sigh. You understood he had work to do, being a producer, a rapper and an international idol was a job that didn’t give him too many breaks, in fact, it was something that took almost 24 hours of his everyday but even when you knew that, you couldn’t help but feel upset. Maybe it was just because you had been so looking forward to spend some free time with him that now that you couldn’t have it you were acting all childishly and pouty.

You heard the door opening behind you but you didn’t move. If it was Namjoon, he was already used to find you there taking naps with or without Yoongi and if it was your boyfriend, well...He better had a good apology prepared to cheer you up. It wasn’t difficult too guess who it was though, the way he walked half dragging his feet towards the bed you were lying on told you it was Yoongi. However, instead of an apology like you had expected he laid down on you, resting his chin on your shoulder. You groaned at the feeling of his weight gently crushing your body against the mattress, the sigh he let out caressing your cheek with his warmth breath.

“Hey, I’m not that heavy” He mumbled, the way his voice sounded told you he was smiling “Just let me lay here for a second alright? You’re so warm and you look so cute wearing my clothes that I couldn’t resist doing this”

On a normal occasion you would have smiled at his words but he wasn’t apologizing for abandoning you. It’s not that you didn’t have fun with the rest of the guys but you forgot about your upcoming tests to visit Yoongi, not to play videogames with Jungkook. He noticed your lack of response and started using his ultimate weapon against you, his cuteness, your boyfriend gently brushed your hair to the left side of your head just so he could nuzzle the right side of it, his arms wrapped lazily around your body to not let you move away from him.

“Stop” You groan moving your head away but Yoongi kept insisting, caressing your sensitive skin with the tip of his nose, casually leaving small kisses on your neck until he felt your body relaxing underneath his. “You forgot about me” You muttered pouting into the pillow, hearing the sound he did whenever he smiled. Yoongi kissed your cheek, one of his hands gently caressing your side.

“I didn’t forget about you idiot” He muttered burying his face into your neck, taking a deep breath “I wanted to finish that song before giving you my undivided attention, I know how much you love it when my mind is just fill of you” He kissed your cheek “You” Yoongi kissed you again “And just you” A smile betrayed you, using the pillow to cover your face you attempted to hide it but you knew Yoongi saw it when he started laughing. “I saw it, game over” He said moving off of you, laying by your side “I won again” He pulled you closer to his body as he gave you one of his adorable gummy smiles. “Do I get my reward?” You shook your head, biting your lower lip really hard to avoid laughing with him “Yah! That’s not fair though” He whined, pulling you even closer to him as you tried to lean away.

Yoongi cupped both of your cheeks, trying to hold your head still so you wouldn’t be able to move away until he got the kiss he wanted. You saw him leaning closer and tried to wiggle your way out of his grip, making the both of you laugh even harder as he kept getting closer and closer to your lips. It’s not like you didn’t want to kiss him, you loved kissing Yoongi you just couldn’t stand how smug he got everytime he won you over like this.

“Nooo-” 

Your complaints were interrupted when somebody opened the door. Yoongi’s laugh got softer as he turned his head to see who had dared to interrupt your moment “What?” He asked not moving his face away from yours, still keeping you trapped so you wouldn’t run away.

"Joon sent me to see if you guys want to join us for dinner, we’re heading out” Jimin’s slightly shy voice made you smile a little. He probably saw the position you two were in and misunderstood things. “But I’m guessing you don’t want to?” He asked a little unsure

“Damn right, I got my dinner over here” He said looking down at you, waiting until Jimin said a quiet goodbye and closed the door to quickly leaned in and close the distance between the two of you before you could keep resisting to him.

If you were mad at him before, his kiss was able to delete anything bad he had done from your mind. It was the effect Min Yoongi had on you, as soon as his lips were on yours there was nothing you could do to be mad or upset with him. You just became a puddle in moments like this, your brain stopped working and your body moved slower, it was not like Yoongi cared though, he loved so much having this kind of effect on you. With your eyes closed and one of his hands against your cheek, you tilted your head enough to kiss him back and even deepen it a little more. One of his hands had made its way down to your side, where his hand was gently yet unconsciously caressing you, making you relax against him even more. Yoongi gently laid himself back down on the bed, carefully pulling your body until you were onto his, the feeling of his whole body flushed against yours turned your cheeks red but that didn’t stop you, actually, it didn’t stop him either.

It wouldn’t be the first time Yoongi and you got into a heated make out session, there has been multiple times when lazy cuddling, lazy mornings or rare tickle fights turned into that but the both of you had never took it further. Yoongi never talked about the subject which told you he was feeling as insecure as you when it came to losing your virginities even when he had often expressed he wanted you to be his first one just as much as you wanted him to be your first.

“Is this okay?” He asked against your lips, sliding his hands under your shirt to touch your bare back. You nodded quietly, releasing a breath you had been holding as you felt his fingers tracing the curve of your hips. Your eyes were stuck on his lips though, those plump pink lips that you liked to have against yours so much “Kiss me, baby” He whined before you pulled him closer for another deep kiss, making him groan when you pressed your tongue against his lips.

Maybe it was the fact that this was the first time the both of you were alone in the dorms why things between Yoongi and you were specially heated, living with six other guys had made things difficult for the both of you to get some private time and not matter how unbelievable this sounds, in seven months of dating this was the first time the both of you had the entire dorms for yourself. Guided by both of your instincts, the two of you wanted more from each other than some kisses, you wanted your hands on each other with nothing else between. Your shirts were the first obstacle the both of you found.

“Can I...Take it off?” He asked glancing up at you quietly, you were sitting on his lower stomach trying not to touch his crotch in case that made him feel awkward yet uncomfortable. Biting your lower lip, feeling both of your cheeks turning red he slowly lifted your shirt placing it down on the bed in case you wanted to stop and cover yourself up “Y-You’re so beautiful” He whispered shyly, sitting up to wrap his arms around you and keep you against him as you kissed again.

You tugged on the hem of his shirt, willing to take it off too. You know Yoongi has never been confident about his physique no matter how many time you had called him sexy or handsome, he always got shy and thought it was just a silly joke. He never believed how attracted you were to him until he felt your small hands wanting to undress him, nervously, he leaned back enough to let you pull it over his hand and place the cloth next to yours. Yoongi’s cheeks were now pink, his movements a bit less confident now that he was getting undressed too. It didn’t took too long for the both of you to lay there next to each other in just your underwear, both of your bodies were boiling, dying to give the other pleasure, satisfaction but the fear of making the other uncomfortable froze the both of you on your spot.

Until Yoongi decided to move.

“Let me...Can I touch you?” He whispered hovering over you once again, his nose brushing your skin delicately as he left small yet soft kisses against your lips.

When he saw you nodding quietly, he leaned in to kiss you more fervently, more heated while one of his hands made its way down your body until it was resting between your legs. Yoongi started rubbing the sensitive spot gently, his fingers tracing small yet slow circles around your clit that had you quietly moaning through every single kiss he gave you. The more your body relaxed, the more confident he got, rubbing faster and slightly harder once he had pulled your underwear down on your body. You grew confident too though and soon, you found yourself slowly sliding your hand inside his boxers, stroking his length as it became harder in your hand. At first Yoongi had grown tense with the touch but then he started moaning, unconsciously buckling his hips forward against your hand. Seeking for more pleasure.

The male slid a finger inside of you, making both of you gasp surprised at his sudden action. You mewled against his neck, the feeling of him stretching you out gently and preparing you for what was about to happen turned you on even more. Yoongi became tense, you felt so warm and tight inside that he started to become worried about his self control as soon as he slid inside of you. He must have been still for too long because when he heard you asking if everything was fine Yoongi simply nodded and kept moving his finger in and out of you.

The sounds you made...God, those little moans were driving him insane. Little did he know that his quiet groans and the way his muscles tensed underneath your hands drove you wild too.

After some time fingering you, Yoongi thought you were prepared. Since it was his first time too he wasn’t too confident on this but the fact that you were enjoying yourself as much as he was calmed him down a little more. Looking down at you and acting by pure instinct, Yoongi licked the two fingers that had been inside of you, smirking a little when he noticed how red your cheeks were getting.

“Let me get...The...Uh...You know” For some reason he got a little shy as he moved away from you, your eyes moved up and down on his naked figure quickly before you glanced away, hearing him ruffle through his clothes until he found a little plastic package “(Y/N)” You turned your head when he called your name, a small yet sweet smile on his face when your eyes met “You sure you’re ready for this? If not, it can wait” Yoongi assured you fidgeting nervously with the condom package in his hand.

“It's okay Yoongi, I-I...Want this” You whispered in return moving your eyes away from him. You heard him smile as he ripped open the plastic and with slightly shaky hands placed the protection on his member. Yoongi slowly made his way back into the bed, hovering over you carefully. 

“Hey” He whispered quietly, nudging his head with yours to peck your lips. He was as nervous as you, if not even more, but it was time for him to be strong and hide it. He wanted to look confident, to look like he knew what he was doing so the moment would be a special memory and not a scary one. “I love you so much” He said against your lips, giving you a sweet Kiss “I’m so happy you decided to share such a precious moment with me” He kissed you again, tilting his head to deepen the kiss a bit more.

Yoongi started rubbing his hips against yours, getting the condom surrounding his member wet with your arousal, he would sometimes press his tip against your hole before he kept rubbing himself against you once again. It was not until the both of you were panting and burning up inside that Yoongi decided it was time.

“This probably will hurt...A little” He quickly added with his forehead against yours, looking down into your eyes “If it is too much tell me and I’ll stop okay? I’m going to be as gentle as I can”

You wrapped your arms around him with anticipation, your hands holding onto his shoulders gently, mentally preparing yourself to endure the pain you were about to feel. Honestly, no mental speech would have prepared for the feeling that went through your body went Yoongi slid inside of you, it felt like you were being ripped apart. Your boyfriend was quick to feel your discomfort, a trail of curses leaving his lips in the form of a whisper as he leaned down and started showering you with affectionate little kisses in order to calm you down and distract from the pain. By the tension of his body you knew it was also being difficult for him to not move, specially when you unconsciously clenched around him, sucking him even deeper and making him gasp.

After some time Yoongi was ready to stop and leave this for another day, he felt incredibly bad for hurting you and just wanted to cuddle and spoil you for the rest of the day. Howerver your quiet voice broke through his regretting thoughts, pulling him back to reality

“You can...Move” You muttered after some time, burying your face into his neck.

“Are you sure?” He asked not really wanting to hurt you more

“Yoongi please, move” You whined hurting but also feeling the soft pleasure, The neediness in your voice making him blush shyly.

And so, as if your wish was his command, Yoongi started moving his hips against yours letting out a loud yet long moan he had been holding back since he slid inside of you. At first his movements were soft and slow, his eyes constantly on your face to check if the strong pain came back again, little did he know that the pain was becoming softer and you only wanted Yoongi to move more, to get closer to you.

“Come closer” You whined tugging his body closer to you.

Yoongi was a little surprised at first but he obeyed you, resting all his weight on his forearms as he used his hands to gently hold your head, even sometimes he would found himself unconciously gripping your hair. His movements became faster and rougher, stealing moans from your mouth as he let out some more, the room was being filled with your sexual sounds and the scent of what you two were doing, at that moment you didn’t even care Namjoon would be able to guess what had went down in Yoongi’s bed.

“Mine” He groaned against your neck, biting you gently 

“All yours” You whispered back, your nails digging into his shoulder.

After a couple of thrusts the both of you reached your climax, you a couple of seconds sooner than Yoongi, the both of you didn’t hold back and became a moaning mess declaring your love for each other over and over again. After helping you ride out both of your orgasms, Yoongi rested his body against yours, not entirely crushing you with his weight. His nose found the curve of your neck and he started nuzzling you, weakly pulling you even closer to him.

“Mhmm, I love you so much” He whispered kissing your skin softly, sweetly.

“I love you too Yoongi” You squeezed him gently, smiling tiredly as he kept showering with you affection.

It didn’t take long for the both of you to fall asleep in each other arms as Yoongi kept whispering sweet nothings against your ear.

[perseveringlove]

Can’t Feel My Face. | Bucky Barnes.

Summary: Reader and Bucky go clubbing and things get low-key heated. And yes, I wrote this listening to Can't Feel My Face by The Weeknd so feel free to do it yourself when reading.

Characters: Reader x Bucky.

Warnings: Alcohol consume.

A/N: Enjoy a poorly written one-shot and be patient with (according to the time my journal showed) my old-sleep-deprived-self. I didn’t even want to read this cause I know I’d try to “make it better” and take it as an excuse to never posts this but there’s a reason I made the announcement last night and it’s called compromise. Also, I’m not gonna apologize for anything cause constructive criticism + haters exists for a reason and it’s called: to point out the things I already know but in a better way than I’d do it myself cause I would straight up burn my computer so I’d never write again but I’m damn tired of self-sabotage. 

Original date: December 27, 2016.| 6:18 A.M.

You were in the club dancing with Bucky. Well, actually you were dancing while he's drinking at the bar. It has been a while since you started to introduce him into the century and he has been making it easier. God bless his inner nerd because that means he would ask anything and that's always way easier than actually trying to simplify everything.

By now he was a fan of Youtube. Sometimes he'd stay all night watching random videos and you usually wake up in the middle of the night because of his excitement. Other times (since he wasn't on missions, which means that he could spend the whole day with the laptop around)he would ask any kind of questions to Google. Sometimes he was really curious… sometimes he was just teasing. At the same time, you share some artist, movies, tv shows… Everything. But definitely, something you couldn't teach him just by theory was this: dancing and clubbing. You weren't actually a fan of this. You kind of clubbing was you and your friends, drinking at someone's house or apartment so this was as new for him as it was for you and you completely understood that he wouldn't simply get in and do a random dance, so you decided to show him how this was… Or at least, you'll try.

A few minutes after you enter the place you ask him for a drink which would give you the guts to get in the crowd and dance properly because it wasn't a secret that you actually had two fuckin left feet and you never wanted to educate them because it never seemed necessary so you end up being the kind of girl who stands in the bar or the corner. Once he pass you the vodka and you mouth a 'thank you' since the music was too loud to actually listen to anything, he sits there with his hands in the pockets of his leather jacket while you drink the thing in one movement and turn around to see the people, trying to learn and mirror everything they were doing.

"Ready?" you ask/scream leaving the empty glass over the bar. Seeing the discomfort on his face, you laugh a little bit. Of course, he wasn't ready. "Eyes on me, Barnes!" you said close to his ear and made your way to the dancefloor, winking at him.

Suddenly, a song you recognize started playing and you feel grateful because it was something not as difficult to dance because you used to do it anytime no one was around and because you started getting the heat of the alcohol in your body and face. So you started making a few little jumps, not even moving your feet and you didn't want to do it because another thing you were doing now that you weren't that kind of expert was wearing heels.

Rocking your hips side to side in soft waves, you look over your shoulders and turning around just a little so you could catch Bucky. And the Bucky you saw was completely… Well, you couldn't tell if he was impressed in a positive or negative way, but something made you continue. It was really revealing and the more the song continues, the more you that you felt in the place. And that last just a few seconds till a pair of hands were on your hips and the alarm was that none of them were metal, so you took another peek over your shoulder and discovered a random guy who started pressing your body against him, making you feel anything but pissed. You tried to keep your cool and pushed him gently to get him off while turning around, but he made his grip tighter, keeping you close with not enough space between your bodies. That's when you lose control. Pushing him with all you straight and almost made him fall over the people you felt quite surprised because you weren't aware of how enough straight you own. You weren't that kind of superhero and actually, you were nothing but a human. And even when a little voice in the back of your head told you it was the alcohol, you decided to believe that you really had the power to get that man off of you. The thing you weren't expecting was that he recovered so fast because before you could start doing your way to the bar and to Bucky, he took you again and made you sit in one of the long chairs that were on the tables close to the dancefloor. You were so nervous and angry and what made it worse was that you froze when you felt his hands making their way under your dress. Shutting your eyes for a second, you get enough straight mentally and physically to push him to the other side of the club but you couldn't do it because the guy just disappeared. Opening the eyes in surprise, you saw Bucky had pushed the guy away. He was angry and worried at the same time. You took the hand he offered to you and get up. Once you walked to the other side of the place he looks at you and there he is again with that sweet stare of his.

"You okay?" His eyes are full of worry and you sightly nod once and then grin at him, taking one of his hands.

"Wanna dance?"

Doubt cross his face fast, but he knows that he can't get back to the bar for two reasons: he doesn't want to and his place surely has been taken so he chuckles and take your hand firmly. You walk over the dancefloor again and turn around placing his hands over your hips, chuckling when you feel him froze in the act. Teasing him for the first time ever, you get back rocking your hips just as less than two minutes ago and push yourself against his body and let go his hands, smiling to yourself when instead of getting them off, he simply takes your hips in a soft but somewhat firm grip. There has been always been there this silent thing between the two of you. You didn't ever know when started because you were working in the Avengers tower and he was there too. And he was all curious about everything. You would spend your time at work with him as a shadow, or a puppy. You can't tell because he was always there, following you and looking everything you were doing. Sometimes you even had crushed into him when you had to take reports because he was standing in the freaking middle. And there was the thing that he didn't get to missions yet because they were waiting for him to settle down. And by the time you realize you were completely mad for those blue eyes and the dark haired guy, you notice the same thing; always mirroring, always teasing each other. But you never feel it necessary to say it out loud, and he didn't need it apparently.

And now here you were.

Letting the music control the moment, you dance along, repeating to yourself that there was nothing to do, and even when you weren't that weak, if something was going wrong you could blame it on the alcohol… Just in case. But while you were thinking all this, covering every possible scenario, Bucky get closer to you and his arms wrapped your waist really tight. A hot breath close to your neck, dancing above your skin and you felt you were burning by now; barely moving, he trade a way getting even closer to your skin, leaving a wet kiss over your shoulder and you felt your knees going weak and couldn't feel so grateful that he got you in his arms. Soon his lips found their way up to your neck, kissing and barely biting which drove you crazier. Throwing your head back you found him: blue eyes now dark with parted lips and looking to yours so without hesitation, you get on your tip-toes, kissing him eagerly and he did nothing, but kissing back with the same intensity. He turned you around, so now both hands were into his hair. And the kiss was a mess; hot, wet, deep, desperate. A moment later you were apart cause none of you could stand the heat it had take and your lungs were burning for air. Looking up again, you found him, heavy breathing and eyes full of lust. His hands kept holding you by the hips; metal hand hurting a little bit but you couldn't care less, and after a pair of seconds you took one of his hands and made your way out of the club, decided to not leave things like this. This was the chance that you never thought would appear, not because he wasn't interested but because he could be afraid. Now he was no more.

Once you were out of the place, he stops his tracks and catches you again, cupping your face and kissing you in a sweeter and slow way before you both get a cab to your place.

[immiebee]

Traditions and new beginnings (The Arcana OC(MC) / Valerius)

Oh gods.....look at this damn fluff. Please don't sip on the hater-aide....let them love each other.

Lactarius- my Apprentice OC/MC

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Just let me get to my room..... Lactarius slowly walked back to her room in the palace, ruffling her flared dark brown hair. Her blue eyes drooping in exhaustion, she stretched her hands above her head. All she wanted was to take a bath and fall into the overly large bed. As she opened the door to her room Nadia had been so generous to allowed her to stay in, her head cocked to the side as she saw a large bottle of wine on the nightstand. Raising an eyebrow she noticed the smell of warm scented  bath water. Glaring at the cracked door, she stormed over to it throwing it open. She paused as she barreled through the door and  was met with an extremely flustered, angry, and no to mention practically nude Valerius. After regaining some of her senses she crossed her arms and glared.

"What are you doing in here."

Valerius equally regaining his senses sneered back, "I'm in MY new room witch. What are YOU doing in here." Rolling her eyes Lactarius growled back, "Nadia had given me this room when I came here before and told me this was my guest room."

"Well it is now mine. Seeing that my old guest room in under constructions of sorts. And since I'm Consul I get the next largest room." Valerius sank down into the bath more, glaring over at the enraged witch. Smirking he lifted his glass and drank waiting for her to turn and leave. What he did not expect was the witch would begin removing her feral clothes and proceed to walk towards the bath with a grin on her face. She tried to hide a blush of her own, her body wasn't exactly as fit as the Countess and if she was being honest, she had more of an athletic curvy form. She sank down to her collar bone in the warm water and closed her eyes sighing and stretching out her sore muscles. With a smile on her face she peeked her one eye open to look at the Consul next to her. She was not disappointed. He look flustered, slight pink across his cheeks and he tried to look anywhere but towards her. Her soft cream skin glowed with new vitality as she soaked up the bath salts. After a while she sat up and slowly turned to the edge of the tub grabbing some soap and began scrubbing herself. Valerius stared at her in disbelief and then grabbed her wrist. A sneer present on his face, "What are you doing?" "Cleaning Consul....have you not taken a bath before?" she chirped back.

"Those are mine. You are stealing my soaps and leaving me with nothing. What will I use?"

Before he could take back his statement he felt her arms around him and heard her giggle.

"I can share. In fact not only am I willing to share my room. I'm going to share this bath and my bed with you." Lactarius emphasized the last word with a soft soap suds boop to Valerius' nose. Valerius glared into her eyes before rolling his grey orbs in defeat. He sat up and pulled her closer pouring soap in her tangle of hair. He scrubbed until he was satisfied with her mess of brown, her undercut distinct and uneven, just like the rest of her hair.

"What is with this chaos you call hair?" he jeered.

She glared up at him while scrubbing his arms and chest, "When you live on your own long enough you learn how to do things on your own. Besides even when I was little and living with my mother in our village the elders always cut my hair."

"Oh...did they always cut it this way? Surly other girls cut their hair in your village."

Lactarius stopped scrubbing and clutched onto the Consul's arms and let her shoulders sink, "Not really. Long hair was part of the village tradition. We were an all female tribe. We focused on honing our magic until we were old enough to leave the village. We could come and go as we pleased, have and take lovers, but never keep them in our tribe."

Washing the soap out of her hair, he watched as she played with the ends of his hair. A soft sad look crossed her eyes as she rose out of the bath and walked away to the bedroom. Valerius finished with his bath followed her pale figure into the room as the both dressed in each others presence. He gapped at her in a long white shirt that looked all to familiar. Staring back at him in his grey robe that was cut just a few inches over his knees, she looked down at the shirt she had stolen earlier that day.

"Yes its Lucio's," she chuckled, "I stole it earlier today. I always like his night shirts! They looked comfy."

Valerius shook his head, smirking. After he was banished his room and all that was his was either burned or mysteriously dissappeared, now he knew why some of the night shirts of all things had gone missing. He sat on the edge of the bed pouring himself a glass before waving at the witch he was rooming with.

"Anyways, why didn't you follow tradition? Did you not want to be there?"

Her eyes shot open, " NO! ...I wanted to stay there....but I was more into exploring. I didn't want to learn inside the village walls. Why study magic in a safe area!? There was a whole world out there waiting for me to find its magic. But whenever I went into the nearest town with some of the elders I always was caught following travelling mercenaries. I wanted to be like them...so much so that one day after a group of us got back from the town I decided to cut my hair. I used to have hair as long as Nadia's, but one knife later and a lot of tears from the rest of the tribe, I had this chaos of hair as you so lovingly put it."

She stood up on the bed bouncing and flapping her arms wildly. Valerius covering his glass as wine threatened to slosh out. Grabbing her leg and throwing her off balancing he watched as she bounced a couple times before staring up at the ceiling.

"My village you had to follow an elder. What your powers were defined what elder was your mentor." Lactarius sat up breathless.

"And your powers are...." Valerius pried, eyebrow raised intrigued.

"All witches have basic powers we all share, but then we have secondary powers that are unique to each witch. Mine that I had been blessed with was dream walking and shapeshifting.” Valerius snorted, "Dream walking? So you sleep walk?"

"NO! Dream walking is like going between realms, sometimes I can peer into others dreams if they dream powerful enough.....its hard to explain. Even to other witches."

"And the shape shifting?" Lactarius smiled sheepishly at the blanket. Valerius looked over at her, giving pause mid sip. He could swear her tangled mop of hair was growing. Yes, he thought, it is. He watched as dark brown traveled down a little past her shoulders. It was raised like the hackles of a hyena, but it looked ethereal. Magic.

"What's wrong?"

Valerius reached out and gently touched the mane of hair falling down over her back. Sensing that she had lost a little control of her magic, Lactarius gave a startled squeak. Her beautiful mane disappeared under Valerius' touch in a soft whisper of smoke.

"Why can't I see?" he chuffed, slightly offended.

She shuffled towards the end of the bed facing him, blush creeping over her. She rubbed her hands along her thighs trying to calm herself.

"You sure? Most people don't like what I am. I scare them."

Valerius leaned back against the nest of pillows, "Do you turn into a giant spider?"

She laughed sitting up a little straighter, "Not exactly. But its not something people see every day."

Her eyes went sad as she stared down into her hands. Tears threatening to spill.

"I'm even a freak among witches. I cant help it. Its not my fault the goddesses chose my form."

Valerius sat his glass down crawling towards her placing a hand in hers, "Well I cant see what kind of "freak" you are until you show me."

Sighing she sat up on her knees and let her magic wash over her. Her body was consumed in a soft grey smoke and tiny golden sparkle falling onto the bed. Valerius sat on his heels waiting for her reveal with grey eyes focused. He stumbled back starlted when a humanoid clawed hand revealed itself from the smoke followed by furred arm. Valerius watched as the figure raised over his head and sat back on its haunches. What greeted him was nothing short of magic and danger. A chimera.

Her face still held a resemblance of human but also that of a lion. The tangle of miss cut hair had turned into a long flowing chocolate mane. Her skin?fur? was the color of her once human flesh with more of a dappling of shade here and there. What really brought his fear into perspective was her tail. Instead of soft regal that was the lion half of her,danger raised from between her shoulders in the form of a blue black exoskeleton that protected her spine all the way down to her haunches. Instead of stopping there it continued and became a scorpion tail. Nothing short of long and elegant like the rest of her form but twice as deadly. Valerius swallowed hard and stared up into soft blue gold eyes.

"So this is your....shape?"

The chimera leaned down and gave a snort, grinning a full row of teeth complete with large canine fangs. Valerius reached out tentatively pulling back. Lactarius leaned forward placing the top of her head in his shaking hand.

I'm not going to eat you. I already had supper remember. Nadia, her family, us...... just a few hours ago.

Valerius reeled back staring around. She hadn't talked. He would have felt her jaw move if she did. She sat up stretching her back legs, all feral human/lion like toes spread. She smirked and chuffed, falling over on the bed.

Telepathy of sorts, Consul. This body doesn't speak like a human would. Just think of it how a witch talks to their familiar.

Valerius nodded his head. Eyes wide staring at the lounging creature at the end of the bed.

"So. This is your form?" he paused, "Well if I'm being blunt you could have gone for something a little smaller. Like sneak sized."

Lactarius gave a snort as she rolled over on her back, front limbs stretched above her head and flexing her hands?paws? out of sync.

Are you saying I'm not cute in this form?

Valerius rolled his eyes, "Utterly adorable. Now can you change back? I would like to sleep sometime tonight and cant very well get comfortable with a witch the size of lion in my bed."

Lactarius smirked and smoke slowly settled over her form again. Valerius watched and sucked in a gasp when she emerged again. She was lying on her back, staring up at him, arms over her head. Her eyes glittered as he met her eyes. She rolled over her short tangle of hair sticking up in different directions, the perfect display of bed head.

Sighing Valerius held his arms out to her, "Come here wild witch. Your hair is a disaster it needs brushing."

She crawled up to the head of the bed with the amused man. Lactarius settled a leg on each side of the Consul looking into his face, smiling. She grabbed the half empty wine glass taking a drink of it and smacking her lips as she finished off the last of it. He rolled his eyes as he ran his fingers through her hair.

"Heathen."

She nuzzled into his neck slowly relaxing into his tender care, "And yet you are sharing a bed with me." Valerius snorted gently pulling her hair and tilting her head up to meet his.

"And y-" he paused staring at her now sleeping frame on his.

Her eyes were struggling to stay open, but she had used most of her magic earlier as she entertain Nadia and her famliy. The Prakans were gracious to her and even after she had politely let Nadia down when she had requested for her hand in marriage (her heart had found another as she eliquantly put it while meeting Valerius' eyes) Nadia's family still welcomed her with opened arms. Namar was smitten with her as she performed different light tricks during dinner and making the flames on candle turn into tiny dancers swaying with the music.Lactarius was in every way a mixture of tradition and new beginings. It was something that had Valerius frusterated at first, but after everything that had happened before Lucio's banishment, he was begining to love. Valerius placed a hand over her eyes slowly running his fingertips lightly over her eyebrows and forehead. She made a soft noise of happiness and she ground against him. He shifted slightly blowing out the candle and then sinking down into the large plush bed.

"Shhh... sleep. We can talk in the morning." He wrapped his arms around her waist slowly letting sleep claim him as well.

[tenecity]

from haters to lovers; lin yanjun

from haters to lovers—a series where nine percent and you have the cliche, typical love story

au; highschool

cr. @aestheticninepercent i juST HAD TO ADD THIS IN its so prettyyyy bub ure a genius

[AT THE START]

You hated playboys. Like you absolutely hate them. You think they are detestable. I mean, they literally go around, leading other people on, enticing others with their enchanting looks and the later on, turn from the angel to the devil and break people’s hearts. I mean hello?? We’re in 2018?? Some respect for others’ feelings please??? They never take relationships seriously; everything is just a fling for them. But have they ever considered the fact that some people emotionally invest in relationships??? This world isn’t always cruel and cold; people have feelings too, people have emotions too, and playing with their heartstrings like a puppeteer isn’t what a decent human being should do.

Hence why you hate Lin Yanjun. He is literally

playboy

ˈpleɪbɔɪ/

noun

      Lin Yanjun

He is the Original™ playboy of the school, that one heartbreaker that everyone doesn’t want to fall for, but eventually falls for, gets broken and moves on from. Everytime he opens his locker or looks under his desk, there is at least 5 love letters waiting for him to read but they are never read because he just glances at them, waits for them to pile up, and then at the end of each term, he throws them into the rubbish bin. You have seen him do it. And it makes your blood boil.

So yes, you absolutely hate Lin Yanjun. Not popular opinion, especially since at least 90% of the girls in school pine for him, 9.9% of them have boyfriends so technically they can’t pine for him (although you have seen boys crying at the rooftops because their girlfriends had been stolen by Yanjun) and then there is the 0.1%, which is just basically you, who shows no interest whatsoever for that idiot.

“Oh my god!!! Lin Yanjun!!!” The girls screamed as they all crowd around the volleyball court and watch the said boy play. Honestly, it’s not like he is a very good player. Average, at best? You scoff when you hear the screams go off again and drop of your bag. “Y/n!” Your captain calls you. “Decided to take a break from studying?” You shrug and smile cheekily at him, playfully hitting his arm. “Closet mugger, you don’t get to say that to me.” Picking up the other edge of the net,, you head over to the court and helped Zhengting set it up. You hooked the ends up to the pole and asked “Zhengting, you’re not seriously considering Yanjun as a main player, right?” “Why not?” He questions as he tugs the string to pull the net up. “Because, he is a terrible player.” You say it in a matter-of-factly way.

“He is, quite unfortunately, not a bad player. You have a bias! That’s why. Don’t give that pout now. Go and join the team and start warming up.” He says as he rolls your eyes at you, knowing full well how you hate Yanjun; and he secretly agrees. Whether it is because Yanjun had kissed his girlfriend during last year’s Christmas party, it doesn’t matter. At least there is one person in the school is clearly not blinded by the stunts Yanjun pulls.

You get on the opposite team, fist bumping your teammates. Yanjun is at the edge of the court, a smirk on his face as he throws the ball up and sends it flying over the net. Ziyi hits it back perfectly, catching Fei off guard and she misses it, crashing ungracefully on the floor. You can almost hear Yanjun inwardly groaning and you send him a wink as he glares back at you. 1-0, playboy.

The game continues and neither team is having a strong win. As soon as your team ends their victory hug, Yanjun’s team scores another point. And you’ve had enough; it’s now or never, you think as Xukun sets you the ball and you jump up, hand posed and you slam the ball down to the other court. You can hear Zhengting screaming “Perfect spike y/n!!!!” and you smile smugly to yourself as you land.

What you didn’t expect was to hear a body crashing to the ground and a sharp cry of pain.

[SOMEWHERE IN BETWEEN]

You cross your arms as you wait outside the infirmary. It’s not your fault Lin Yanjun sucks as receiving the ball and he ended up fracturing his arm. Does he not know how to break his fall? Who the hell breaks their arm while playing volleyball?

The door opens and the doctor comes out, with Zhengting and Yanjun trailing behind him. You speechlessly bow the the doctor and look at the two. Zhengting is giving you the warning look and Yanjun… that’s weird. You thought he would be glowering at you, but he wasn’t. He just looked rather dazed, if not stunned, a deep crease between his brows and his head sometimes tilting to the left and right. You sincerely hope he didn’t hit his head.

“Y/n, y/n? Y/N!” Zhengting is nearly screaming at you when your head snaps up and stare at Zhengting. Was I staring at...Lin Yanjun this whole time? You frown at the thought. Gross. “Y/n, stop frowning, you look exactly like Yanjun. Yanjun, Yanjun, YANJUN! Hey yes brother, welcome to reality. You feeling ok? Why do you look so dazed?” Zhengting shakes Yanjun and the other’s eyes shift their gaze from you to Zhengting. “Huh….?” Zhengting rolls his eyes and looks back at you.

What? You mouth.

Apologise. He mouths back, jerking his chin at Yanjun.

You sigh. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hit you, Yanjun.” Zhengting stares at you with doubt written all over his face and Yanjun seems to snap out of whatever trance he is in and just nods. “Not your fault, I should have broken my fall better.” He says nonchalantly. “Captain, my chauffeur is here. Can I go?” He doesn’t even reply and slips from Zhengting’s hold, stalking over to his car.

“Close your mouth, y/n. You look ugly like that.” Zhengting says as he wrinkles his nose in fake disgust and walks towards the bus stop. You automatically seal your lips together. You don’t know whether you should be shocked that he didn’t even blame you for a single thing, or be further disgusted by the fact that Yanjun is not only a playboy, he is also rich. Filthy rich. I mean, who the hell calls 4 cars to bring one person home?

Zhengting puffs out some air and turns to look at you as you take a seat next to him on the bench. “Y/n, if you did that because-”

“You know I didn’t,” You idly reply back. Zhengting sighs and takes a seat next to you. “Yea, I know you didn’t…”

He sighs so hard that his shoulders slump. “I am just worried…. Because I don’t know just what his fanclub of hysterical girls will say about you.”

Zhengting is right. Those hysterical girls had spread word that you had intentionally slammed the ball down and made it impossible for Yanjun to receive. Every single girl you pass by has at least said one comment about how you’re a single loser who is just trying to get Yanjun’s attention. You close your eyes as you seat at your place, hoping that the crude comments will wash over you like water.

You hear a fist slam down on the table and you open your eyes, thinking that it was Zhengting, for he had a short temper, especially when it came to people bullying you. He hated it that you would passively allow others to push you over and taunt you. You had shrugged and just said it didn’t matter.

Well obviously, it mattered a lot to a certain Taiwanese because he is looking at you from across the classroom, the desk he had slammed slightly dented, a glint in his eyes as his irises pierce through you. Normally, such a glare wouldn’t put you off. But today, your stomach feels weird and you feel choked, words stuck in your throat.

“Are you seriously going to continue to let this bunch of giggling shits bitch about you?” You have never noticed how silky his voice was; like a lightly flowing stream, gentle and soft, but at the rocks they gush and rush and cut the edges of the hard stones. The room has fallen silent, besides the crunching sound from the edge of the classroom (probably you zhangjing). The smirks on the girls’ faces have fallen and the snark comments, dead on their lips. “I, er,” You mumble, looking at everywhere but Yanjun.

“God.” He sighs out and walks up to you, an unreadable expression on his face. The next thing you know, his hand is having an iron grip on your wrist and he is dragging you up to the rooftop, despite your protests for him to let you go.

[AT THE END OF THE DAY]

“GOD! I told you to let go, damn.” You glare at him, and snatch your hand away from him, rubbing your red wrists. He almost looks apologetic when he grabs it again, but this time, his thumb gently swipes over the red spots. Your wrists is lifted up to his face and his eyes are assessing if there was any damage done.

The sun rays hit perfectly against his angled face, giving his skin a pretty glow, the shadows casted all at the right angles and positions, accentuating his beautiful features. You tear your eyes away from him and swallow hard, praying hard that the pulsing rate of your heart wouldn’t be detected as his fingers graze over your translucent skin, where the veins are pumping with life and vigour, like the waters plummeting down the Niagara Falls.

You feel his lips ghost over your skin and out of pure reflex, you jerk your hand and simply stare at him. “What are you doing?”  “Trying to kiss your ‘injured’ wrist?” He casually replies, an eyebrow raised, as if asking why are you so startled?

The audacity of him, seriously! To actually say that out, shamelessly! Playboy syndrome perhaps.

“You look extremely cute when you blush.” The heat only flames even stronger and your cheeks burn. “So, would you rather stay here in the stairway or would you go to the rooftop?” He asks, a hand extending out to you. You take it and continue climbing up the stairs, the colour in your cheeks not dissipating as you become hyper-aware of how Yanjun’s fingers graze the inside of your palm and move stealthily to intertwine with your fingers, as if like water, flowing through your palm. Only, unlike water, the fingers anchor themselves at your knuckles and hold on tight.

“Do you plan on telling me what you want to talk to me about, or are you going to just continue staring at me like I grew another head?” You mumble out. Yanjun laughs, a tinkling one.

“Wanna know why I missed that ball you spiked, when I definitely could have received it?” He begins. You roll your eyes at the ‘I definitely could have received it’ part. “Oh, so it wasn’t because you’re a trashy player?”

He leans in, pink lips so near, you didn’t think you would have the self control to keep your hands to yourself. “Ok, ok, I get it, sorry. Now tell me why.” You awkwardly move backwards and stutter out.

“Because, when you spike,

You look so damn hot.”

“What?” You attempt to wrench your hand out of his grasp, out of pure surprise and because you want to hide your burning face in your hands. Who the hell has so much courage to say that? Well apparently, Lin Yanjun-

His name is the last thought as your hand is flipped and Yanjun’s fingers are flowing through your fingers and are intertwined with yours, gripping hard as he presses your hand against the wall. The other hand lands itself on your side and he holds you gently, but firmly. Pink lips lean in but stop just an inch near your lips, ghosting over the trembling skin, as if contemplating.

Okay, that’s it.

You lean in and press your own lips against his. His lips are chapped but surprisingly soft. They are soon slick from your tongue swiping against his, an apology for the hurt spot that had just been in between your teeth. He kisses back with equal fervor, lips capturing and recapturing yours, each suck on the lips, a needier one than the previous. His right hand releases your hand to cup your jaw, tilting it upwards as he squeezes it a little, as if he can’t have enough of you. The other hand snakes behind your back and preses you forward, flushing your body against his. You take in a breath. He smells like fresh dew on freshly cut grass and wet earth, a hint of new flowers and blossoming spring.

His lips move down to your jaw and he traces it carefully with his finger, his lips trailing right after. The kisses flow down to your neck and you bite your lip as he presses teeth prints onto your the pale skin, lips brushing over the marred skin.

Your fingers weave their way through his silk-like hair, gripping at the roots and pushing him down, clearly not having enough of him. He moves back to attack your lips; and then, a light fleeting press of the lips against your forehead that leaves you light headed. He leans his head against yours as he catches your breath.

“You are exactly like what they say. I would rate a 9/10 for kissing.” You say once he pulls away from you. He laughs. “Is that all you have to say?”

“What else do I say? Will you go out with me?” You had mindlessly said it, but as soon as the words are out of your mouth, you regret it immediately. The crease reappears on his forehead, the refreshed and youthful look disappears. “You mean, you weren’t planning on accepting my request for a date?”

You choose your words carefully, but in the end, they flow out relentless, like water bursting out from a dam. “I mean, how do I know if you’re serious about me? And come on, just a couple of days ago you hated me-”

“And you hated me too. I….” he scratches his head and huffs. “I never hated you. You… you didn’t whine for me, like all those other girls did. You didn’t suck up to me. You...were intriguing and enchanting. I…..I had a crush on you for the longest time.” You stare at him. Residential playboy has a crush on you? Impossible.

“Do you remember when you were 10? You lived in that log house temporarily, for a holiday I think. I...live in that village, and lived in the village. I was the boy who helped your aunt. But after that, you barely spared me a glance.”

“Remember when you were 12? I was that boy at the stream but after that, you… you left and never came back.” He whispers the end, the hand that had still be on your side, squeezes your hips slightly with trembling fingers, as if he was scared you would be gone again.

“But still, everyday, sneaking peeks at you from my window when you went with your aunt to the market, and seeing you wrestle the boys instead of playing with dolls, made me love you even more…” He chuckled. “You were...different. Everyone else was predictable, flowing all in the same direction. But you always went against the tide.”

“I couldn’t believe my luck, when I saw you walking through the gates on the first day of school.”

You stare at him, and searching for words, you could only say, “Lin Yanjun, you really are a hopeless romantic.”

He laughs, warm, safe and home. “Is that really all you can say?” And you chuckle back, warmth surrounding you, peace and serenity filling your entire being.

As you lean against Yanjun, you vaguely remembering doing the same thing for a little cute boy with dimples, behind the log house, at the edge of a forest stream, where the glistening water had flowed amongst the dark green trees.

—水

[BEFORE]

As a little child, you loved going to your aunt’s house. She was those few city people who grew to dislike the hustle amongst the tall buildings, and had decided to move outwards and into nature.

She created the log house herself and it was the most beautiful thing you have seen, with pretty wild flowers and vines running up the edges of the door frame, a comfortable fire in the living room and a warm bunk for you to sleep in. You loved the peace and quiet; you loved going to the village just down the narrow path, to listen to the old folks tell you acient legends and secrets.

When you were 10 or so, she had asked you to help her bring some pots up to roof. While she was bringing them in from the village to the house, a small boy, who had been bouncing a ball had come up to her and asked if she needed help, so she passed some pots to him and that’s how she brought the boy to you.

As you held the pots and glass bottles and climbed up to the roof, the boy didn’t speak a word, his eyes only following yours. It’s fine. You like the silence.

You get to the to the rooftop and pull out the dirty old cloth off the roof floor. Unbeknownst to you, when you did that, the glass pots and bottles had slipped from your hand.

The coloured glass shards fly and some fall onto the newly uncovered skylight with a clank. The boy raises his eyebrows and then furrows them together. Eyes avoiding his, you stoop down to pick up the glass shards when a hand grabs yours, stopping you from picking them up.

Head tilted up, you give him a questioning look. And for the first time his lips unseal. “Look.” He says, pointing at the house below.

The glass shards have caught some of the setting sun’s rays and were shedding red, orange, green shadows on the wooden floor.

Without another word, you take a glass bottle from the boy’s hands and break it, as he moves to arrange the broken glass pieces to cover the skylight.

You meet the boy again, when you were 12 and had gone to pick some berries with your aunt. You had wandered to the stream and were marvelling at the small but blossoming life under the crystal surface. He wasn’t too far away, standing in the middle of gushing waters and rocks, trying to catch a fish.

You sensed his presence and your eyes automatically moved from the glittery scales of the fishes to his lean figure. You find that his eyes are already on you.

“Want one?” he blurts out, pointing at the basket on the other side of the bank. “.....You give me one fish for 5 berries?” You reply. He shrugs and waddles towards you, carefully guiding you through the waters and pulling you to the other side.

Your aunt had found the two of you at the stream, talking and laughing, and had decided to leave the two of you there. She left you a lamp and a phone, before trudging back to the log house, a smile on her lips.

“There’s the constellation, Crux. I think it might just be the smallest constellation, but it’s one of the brightest.” He lies down next to you on the grass, and breathes in, enjoying the smell of wet earth.

“And?” You ask him, turning to face him, an elbow propping you up.

“And, that’s exactly like you. I’ve seen you wrestle with the boys in the village. You’re small but fast and quick. And bright, like the constellation.” His irises, almost black from the lack of light, still shine brightly in the darkness, reflecting the fleeting moonlight. It looked just like the stream’s gushing water, glittering from the reflections of the same moonlight.

And you think, he is one, the Crux, the brightest of them all.

“You’re really pretty, you know.” He almost says it idly.

Him. Is the last thought you have as he presses his lips against yours, breathing in your scent of fresh flowers, and you taking in the scent of wet earth that clings to his clothes.

That’s the last he sees of you, because the next day, you had gone back to the city. You had then moved from Taiwan to Beijing for your education. And you never saw him again.

That is of course, until now.

series

Cr. idea of broken glass shards to pg 205, 206 of “counting by 7s” by Holly Goldberg Sioan

“there’s the constellation…” line to weightless, written by johnsonzzzyc

[tatooedlaura-blog]

At the End of the Road

a standalone venture into the world of fine diner dining ...

@today-in-fic

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Their first time at Waffles and Stuff, they had the heavy mantle of deadly 10-year-olds weighing on their shoulders, the diner dim with midnight shadows, the waitstaff mellow through pouring rain. Settled awkwardly at the counter, Scully felt around until her feet found purchase on the footrest while Mulder wrestled with sodden coat to hang dripping from the back of cracked vinyl swivel seat. Eventually, the foam finished giving way, shaping to backsides and thighs, warming to damp wool while the pair studied separate menus, quiet in debate over patty melt or salad, burger or chicken, coffee or hot chocolate.

Finally, the ancient waitress, small, quick, tight bun of hair, sweater hugging narrow shoulders, ended her conversation with the cook, coming over at just the moment Mulder decided what to order. How she knew, he’d never know, but know she did and stopping in front of him, “ready to order? Coffee? Tea? Space heater?”

Mulder, tired but still kicking, gave her a crooked smile, “you can’t warm space. It’s too big.”

“Given enough time, I could probably crochet it a blanket though. Maybe that would help.”

Her name was Catherine and he adored her instantly.

Scully, beside him, only absorbed half the conversation, mind caught between grilled chicken with lettuce and avocado and death by double cheeseburger, eyeing the deep-fried pickles for the interim moments between fry consumption and hot chocolate stupor. Hearing Mulder vaguely finish his order of waffles and eggs, she bit the bullet, ordering things the doctor in her screamed about at 3am when she couldn’t sleep from the heartburn singeing her esophagus.

The hot chocolate arrived first, whipped cream high, little bit of cinnamon classing up the plain, chipped mug; second came the pickles, mixing terribly with the drink and Scully loved it, the weird flavors, the grease, the ranch, the tang all smoothed out with warm milk and sugar. Mulder didn’t ask to have one, waiting quietly until she offered, holding out the small coin of fried delight, which he took, thanked her, didn’t ask for more but smiled when the flavors hit his tongue.

Scully’s feet were falling asleep but her belly was filling nicely, cheeseburger sitting precariously first on plate then in stomach, chasing away the gnawing hunger that had plagued them for the last three days, not satisfied with Payday bars and M&Ms, held barely at bay but not providing the shear beautiful thing that was deluxe cheeseburger and mound of vegetable oil crisp potatoes.

She caught Mulder staring at her at some point and when she raised her eyebrows at him, question sent non-verbally given her full mouth, he smiled his second time since they entered the restaurant and answered, small amount of egg caught in his front teeth, “I think you just moaned in satisfaction there, partner.”

Wondering if she should protest, turn red, sink in embarrassment, she instead gave it half a thought, then shrugged, talking through her mostly chewed mouthful, food in cheeks to speak without spitting bits, “damn good fry.”

Catherine refilled the hot chocolates for free, offered them pie, or cupcake in Scully’s case, given she was an ardent pie hater since the beginning of time, didn’t rush the check and circled a large smiley face on the bill, her ‘come again’ cheery against the thundering sky.

“Take as long as you like folks. I’ll be over here working my crossword and crocheting that blanket.”

Mulder snagged the bill, keeping it out of reach in his hand, “I like her and the Bureau will be tipping her double.”

Drifting towards a food coma, she propped her elbow on the counter and balanced her head on her hand, tilting enough to look him square, “if you give her triple, I bet she’ll let us nap here until morning.”

With a gaze that barely hinted at the next 70 years, he nudged her with his knee, receiving a lip twitch in return, the slightest eye twinkle she would never acknowledge having the power to do, before beginning the long slide to the floor, wiggling a little to straighten her pants, free damp cloth from the sticking places against her skin.

He saw that wiggle.

He would remember that wiggle.

Once soaking wet, 2:45am glowing on the dash, hair dripping, stomachs filled, in the car in a splashing dash, he gave her a glance, his diminutive partner already curled around the heater vent, safe in the passenger seat, “you’re going to fall asleep before we get to your apartment, I guarantee it.”

“It’s twelve minutes. I will not fall asleep in twelve minutes.”

Big fat liar.

He had to shake her arm for at least a minute before she even began thinking of forcing an eye open; ten minutes later, she was finally in her front door, Mulder holding her elbow the entire way, navigating her like a slack-jawed drunk up the steps. Setting her bag on the floor, he debating shoving her towards her bedroom so he could drop comatose on the couch but he fought gravity and overstuffed pillows to bid her g’night/g’morning.

He nearly crashed twice trying to make it to his own place with both eyes open.

Falling asleep on his couch, snuggled up tight under two wool blankets and a layer of flannel and fleece, Mulder listened the rain and thunder, wondering if they’d ever find the time to go back to the diner.

He wanted a full order of those pickle chips all to himself.

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Waffles and Stuff glowed in the night. Pitch black around them, savior in fluorescent and neon, it called to them after the longest drive known to man. They were just this side of the Bureau’s cutoff for driving to a crime scene, planes too expensive when a six-hour drive could take care of business.

It wouldn’t have been terrible save the flat tire, the stench of spilled gas from the can in the trunk and the persistent squeak, thud, thump from whatever under the car. Mulder didn’t want to look and Scully didn’t care to look so they suffered the rhythm while trying to keep the other from hangry overtones in their conversations with stolen M&Ms and Starbright mints from Scully’s secret forgotten stash in the side pocket of her suitcase.

They really should have stopped but the thought of Waffles and Stuff by 1:30am, navigator Scully estimated time of arrival, kept them driving past crap fast food for glorious Catherine and her bottomless supply of chocolate, hot or cold form, and the newest special, banana pancakes with whipped cream and strawberries, side of bacon, side of ham, one egg over easy, two wheat toast, grape jelly, one biscuit hold the gravy.

Actually, that was the Mulder special at the moment, of which he’d been extoling virtue since exit 4b or 610, whichever was further back and farther from destination.

Scully, on the other hand, had been drooling, physically and mentally, over the thought of mushroom swiss burger with lettuce, tomato and bacon, bun toasted, fries on the side, crisp side salad with exactly four cups of ranch dressing and croutons by the pound, mozzarella sticks, marinara dipping and for the love of God, some kind of strawberry milkshake.

In the three years since they’d began frequenting Stuff, their combinations had changed drastically in contrast to pricing, décor and staffing but the cook kept cooking, Catherine kept knitting and Mulder kept tipping his usual Bureau approved 30% tip. Finally, in reference to the glow from earlier, Mulder spotted it first and Scully, to this day, swears she heard a small whimper of want escape his lips, forcing his foot down further on the gas pedal.

Scully had just slightly more decorum to keep her sounds to herself.

“Well, hello, my weary travelers.” Catherine waved to the empty room, “your usual is open.”

Mulder gestured Scully forward to the only blue booth, the one that had been reupholstered at some point and by accident done in blue. He’d always meant to ask why blue but tonight, like every other time, the thought fizzled out before fully forming and he was perfectly fine with this. Once they were both in, coats shoved to the sides, dry, not needing a place to drip, Scully tucked one foot under her leg, swinging the dangling one lightly, the breeze of her movement ruffling Mulder’s pantleg every second or third pass by, “cheese?”

Before he could answer, Catherine called out from near the coffee machine, about to begin the hot chocolates, given the chill in the October air, “we’ve got a new item. Max thought it up about a week ago.”

Manly squee loud enough to make Catherine smile, “really? Please say it’s a fried chicken and waffles with a side of home fries and scrambled eggs with green peppers, tomatoes and just a hint of Tabasco sauce and maybe a spritz of lemon.”

Max stuck his head over the order counter, “give me a few weeks on that one but tonight’s is pancakes with crumbled sausage and bacon cooked right in, four egg omelet with jack cheddar, peppers and onions, two biscuits and sausage gravy, perfect for sharing.”

Mulder held up a hand, “I’ll take it. Burn the bacon first please.”

Looking at Scully next, “how about you, Miss Scully? What can I get for you this evening?”

After she told him her order, Catherine came by, drinks in hand, settling into the chair she bought with her, “all right. What’s happening in your world today?”

Their nights at Waffles and Stuff were part therapy, part inquisition, part intellectual debate, part necessary nonsense, Catherine helming it all, feeding them, waiting on them, listening to them and when necessary, pretending to have somewhere else to be when she saw them lock eyes, drop off the Earth, the quiet bubbling them together for what she hoped would be eternity.

Or until the sun came up.

Sometimes it was Scully who looked about to faceplant in her dessert; this time, however,  it was Mulder, yawning every thirty seconds like clockwork until Scully, the other foot dangling by now, nudged him gently on the shin, accidently on purpose running her foot closer to his knee than she ever suspected she’d do in daylight.

He didn’t wake up so much as give her a sleepy crook of smile that made her wonder if she really needed to drop him off or if she could just take him home, stash him in her spare room, make him breakfast sometime the following afternoon.

Reluctantly she paid the bill, left the tip, held the coat, guided the body, drove the car, escorted the warm puppy, called the good night, drove the car, opened the door, locked the door, shed the clothes, pulled the covers, hailed the Mulder, succumbed the sleep, dreamed the partner… woke up with a smile to find him banging on her door, donuts in hand and casefile ready.

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From spinning barstool to lone blue booth to corner haven, feet on seats, hands on ankles, smorgasbord between them, plates lined up, a fry for a carrot, a bite of burger for a slice of tomato, one chocolate shake, one strawberry, one mint, each with two straws and spoons for skimming whipped cream, two cherries to Scully, more mint to Mulder.

He stole sips of her water while she talked, she slid pickle coins her way while he nibbled crusts from her buttered toast. Their fingers lingered when reaching for the same crouton soaked in dressing, sliding past and through each other, hanging on with white knuckles one second, back to eating the next.

Hours later, instead of stumbling into the night, he slid quietly in beside her, thigh warm against thigh, hand flat on tender muscle, kneading lightly, waiting as unseen forces pulled her head to his shoulder, tired eyes closed against the world. Mulder set his head against hers, eyes meeting two pair behind the counter, the slightest upturned cheek and chin nod in their direction before closing his own eyes, not worrying about the day ahead, only the Scully beside him and the quiet around.

Catherine looked at her husband, leaning against the counter across from her, “we did good, Max.”

“We did very good.”

[beautifulmessesofchaos]

Introduction to CHAOS: Just Right Era

(I am 110% Dae came up with the title for this mini album when she saw her new bandmembers, don’t fight me on this, I will win)

Hello Messes! It’s me, the number #1 CHAOS fan (jk we all are the #1 who am I kidding.) A quick pause between the introduction of the members, I will start a new series for each CHAOS Era thus far for both entertainment. For old Messes: let’s read this and think of all the good time when we first met CHAOS and for the new Messes: I hope this helps you understand the fam a little better.

Let’s go!

So, CHAOS debuted on the 7th of July 2020 (just two months after BTS can you imagine the stress we all had.) On that day they also released they’re first (mini) album, Pretty Woman. The album had 7 songs, three music videos and also 7 dance practices (they are called queens of fanservice for a reason.) It’s their first of three mini albums before their first big album and world tour.

Their song As If It’s Your Last got promoted as its lead single and was the first mv and performance CHAOS ever did. The tracks “Rookie” and “Just Right” were also promoted. Let me just say what a risk the band and BigHit took with having three promoted singles but boy did it work. Tbh I really think it helped become CHAOS so popular in such a short time.

However. They also made some... regrettable decisions in their first work on which we will get back soon enough. It’s not as bad as BTS’ first stuff, I don’t think Chae and Ryung would have let that happen, but still a great source for great memes.

Leading up to their debut BigHit the band posted a lot of videos and messages on their twitter and website, as well as that of BigHit itself. They are very cute and I highly recommend you watch them bc especially the maknaes were so tiny. 

Also they released a countdown clock that started on May 22nd and in between that and the actual debut, also a (teaser) trailer for the album. 

In the videos I mentioned before we see the group prepare for their debut and also introducing themselves to us. It is here that we meet the final members of the group and discover they are a 7, not 5, member group, as Pureum and Areum (the two maknaes) were added at the last second. Literally still one of the best decisions ever bc really how is CHAOS without LM and A-. I mean how. Kudos for Papa Bang.

Around that time also the concept photos were released and the track list for the album too. 

With that all said and done, let us now turn to the three music videos which represent actual CHAOS. Let me tell you at first their concept. They were going, and later it turned out this was not CHAOS’ decision but that of BigHit, for a very traditional kpop girl cute concept. 

They had three themes inside this concept and has photoshoots for them. These photoshoots are actually iconic and to this day one of the greatest thing that exist. The themes were classy cute, quirky cute and cuddly cute and just ugh, my babies.

So the As If It’s Your Last music video doesn’t really have that much of a storyline, as does their mv for Rookie. It’s mostly the band being themselves but dressed up and made-up faces in pretty, aesthetically pleasing places. But even though the mv is decent but not all that spectacular, let me just say that these girls did such an amazing job at their debut show bc damn, I think that’s where they hooked and took most of the fans they still have today. Bless them.

Rookie was just an overall gem but I don’t think anybody knew what the heck was going on there. But the mv as much as some of the band members reactions are the best and most memeful thing that happened. Especially Dae and Ryung, or DYU and RY, had a lot of problems with Rookie. Unlike their other songs, this was the only one completely written for them and I think they felt really uncomfortable with the overall very stereotypically girly feel of it. Tbh I think only Pureum and Myung really liked this song, and Dae a little later when she was told they would be flying in space aircrafts. That girl was not meant to be human, who stole this alien. But also Ryungs salt over that entire song is the only thing that keeps me alive sometimes, bless my salty child. 

The mv for Just Right, which is now also the name for that era and also was chosen as fan favourite song of the album, was released about two weeks after Rookie and about a month after their debut. 

And now let us please discuss what the hell these children are doing in that clip because honestly, I don’t even think they know. First of all, Areum in that drawer. If you stop the video as she is wiggling her legs, you can put her in the Titanic scene of “draw me like one of your French girls” and no one would notice. This child honestly. This music fit in very well with their cuddly photoshoots and chestnut haired Areum is one of the best Areums don’t argue with me. It makes her skin even paler and I think I might have a thing for people who look like corpses (looks at Min Yoongi and Park Pureum.) Plus that scene where Areum licks that yoghurt and then does that dance move is just so her: inappropriate and random. 

I am also one hundred percent convinced that Bae Ryung is the only one who can still be cool whilst sitting on a clock rapping. Like the only one. This is science, a simple fact. Even in this cute concept I think we were all quick to notice that Ryung is the only one in that entire group who is actually, none-ironically cool. 

Myung is just goals. I wish I had her as sister or as mother because I think she would be so good at it. Also her vocals are just amazing and she pulls it off to be in such a weird video without it being weird. If a tiny Myung were to walk across my desk I wouldn’t question it. 

And then we have Chae. Chae-ha who is so pretty I don’t know if I want to be her or be with her because literally I’m so confused. BigHit was very, very, very right to make her visual. I know all the girls are really, exceptionally good looking, but tbh Chae is just otherworldly. Also I just love how they gave mother Chae who, sorry Ha-ha, wasn’t that good a dancer back then, the main dancing part. 

I also think the entirety of Dae’s personality can be summed up in this one video. She lays in food, likes weird dances way too much, smiles so brightly her cheeks become too little suns and makes a mess of her sisters room. OMG I FORGOT TO SAY

THE GIRL IN THE JUST RIGHT MV IS DAE’S YOUNGER SISTER, NAYA. THE BEHIND THE SCENES OF THIS MV ARE JUST THE BEST BECAUSE THE BAE SISTERS ARE ICONIC BUT THE YU SISTERS ARE JUST AMAZING. 

Also Naya, who is still a trainee, thanking her sister and the band for letting her in the mv is the cutest thing ever I love this child she did not deserve that band she was put in and tbh I love her even more as solo artist.

But also I love Dae in this mv bc her associations with food but mainly because her of facial expressions during both dance practice and music video because I swear there is something so wrong with her face that is so right.

MOVING ON. I HAVE NOW MADE IT A LIFE GOAL TO GET MY NOSE BOPPED BY PARK PUREUM AS SHE SITS ON A HORSE. Speaking off personalities summed up, that dance she does in the car behind Chae (who looks wayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy too good riding that Barbie car) is so her I have been laughing for about 4 years now. 

Little Lea is so cute in this with all her oversized clothes in makes her even tinier. Also the fact she takes away that Barbie doll all sneaky is gay activity and I’m like 500% sure she did to make Dae laugh. This band is so gay Korea wasn’t ready.

But now, the first category. Style.

They kept it very very simple in this and wore a lot of blouses and sweaters (except for the two sleeveless tops Lyung and Dae wore, who do I thank?) They also kept their make-up and accessories to a very minimal. I personally think Myung and Chae played a very big part in this because they had already been idolized once before in this other girl group called “Rookie” (coincidence, I think not) and they knew how to make decisions they didn’t regret. 

Most of the members didn’t even have radical hair colours or even changed their hair colour during the duration of this album and promotion. Only Lyung, Ryung and Dae had hair changes. Lyung already had it short before debut (as had Dae) and had the same colours in As If It’s Your Last and Just Right, but had it a little darker brown in Rookie. Ryung went from silver to a light orange to a pure white between all the mvs and shows. Idk, I just think they felt like changing her hair a lot. Tbh I think the orange looked the best on her. And Dae went from a chestnut brown, to a silvery brown to a very dark brown. The styles of their hair didn’t change much either. 

Only Lyung and Dea kept it shorter and the latter was immediately exposed as having curly hair which was just very cute especially bc she was so young at that time. 

Then the second category: their personalities

This was their first era so we first got to meet CHAOS here and let me just say what babies they still were here. 

Let’s start off with our main unnie Chae-ha.Chae was quite serious in this era, always pushing the girls to do more, do better. But she also showed her insecure side sometimes because she wasn’t a very good dancer back then, but had received a couple of main dancing parts which I think really stressed her out. Also I think she took care of the band in her own very special way by protecting them from potential haters and annoying people. 

There are a couple of videos that really show her protective side and just ugh… can she be my mum. But tbh I really think Chae was under a lot of pressure to take care of this chaos of girls as the oldest and because she had some real kpop experience. 

Myung was very quiet in this era but I think it suited her very well too. Her concept is very cute so she owned in a very natural way. She was also such a responsible sister in this era, helping Chae out so much by getting these girls ready. This is also the era where we see her bond with Ryung very much, who was having a lot of trouble getting adjusted to the attention and lifestyle and I swear their relationship is just goals. 

But Myung is such a sweetie and I honeslty can’t imagine anybody ever being mad or upset at her. She also told the fans that she was so happy to be in a group with people she could finally call friends and feel safe around because I think she felt very out of place during her “Rookie” days. Overall just such a sweet person I can’t. 

Lyung and Dae were the first members of the sunshine squad and really they resemble over excited puppies ever since, because that really hasn’t changed. It is clear immediately that Lyung, stagename: Lea, is a very down to earth person, very different than her sister, and a very supportive person. She is actually also very vocal of how hard the trainee time is and how lucky she is to share it with her sister. 

Also her doing some her old songs with Dae from their “Hyped” days can literally resurrect people. But she is also one of the sole reasons the band worked from the beginning because she had rules and schedules from day one bc tbh I think the band might have fallen apart without her, I mean they are a literal chaos. 

Her sister Ryung is the opposite and also nicknamed the Salt of the group. A lot of people dislike her for being quite negative over the group and the other members and their work but tbh I really just think she wanted to prove to everyone she could be successful and was very hard on herself because she wanted to succeed to desperately. 

In like behind the scenes you might get the wrong impression of her but I assure you that when you watch some of their vlogs and videos of the CHAOS household it will change your mind. She is such a cuddly and soft person really she just has trouble showing it. 

As much as I love BigHit and Mr. Bang for all they have done for both CHAOS and BTS, I really just want to know who the hell came up with the plan to make Dae the leader of the group as she is one of the maknaes. But tbh I think Dae was very brave these first few months because she immediately came out and took all the hate like a pro and also kudos for the other members for supporting her so much. 

But really I just like her humour and especially her cheeks because they are so round and full and she’s just such an overall squishy person. Let me also add that now I am so glad Dae is the leader because she’s doing such a good job at it.

Areum is the oldest of the maknae and can, still, go from being very very deep and mysterious to very very dirty. She’s such a meme honestly and I love her both during the late night videos of her questioning everything and everyone but also as the one who makes so many jokes with Dae about their lengths or about the lengths of the other, shorter, members. 

She is very much a member that if I think Lyung and Chae wouldn’t have been around, she wouldn’t have made it because she really needs structure and clarity and I’m just glad she had five amazing unnies to guide her because I love her so much in this band. 

Baby Pureum, or Little Monster as she is also called, is really the baby of the group. On camera she is a very good dancer, like amazing is an understatement, and makes inappropriate jokes and tries to really fit in with the older unnies, off camera and especially without the other members, she was a very shy and insecure person who really was the youngest member. 

She was our bias is so many things in the beginning I think it was a lot for her to handle, but she did and I’m so proud of her. Also let me just say that if Ryung and Myung were the first ship to sail in this fandom, they are closely, closely, followed by the Pureum and Dae ship because honestly these two are so shippable there were so many rumours they were dating it was unreal.

Category three, memorable moments

- The CHAOS household where there was one golden rule: WHEN IT COMES TO HOUSEHOLDING, YOU LISTEN TO BAE LYUNG.

- Pureum and Dae sharing a bed and the first time Lyung found them in the same bed

- “YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT THEY DID IN THAT BED!”

- Chae cooking for her children

- Myung baking cookies for her children

- Those times where Myung and Dae were stuck in the studio writing and the others waited for them with re-heated dinner in their pyjama’s

- Ryung always near Myung

- Areum and Dae always having a shorter member lean on them when doing anything tbh

- Baby pureum commanding the others to drink and eat enough, literally splashing water in their face when they don’t do it with a plant spray

- “I have thirsty” when she finally needs a sip of water herself

- Dae’s coming out + all the supportive things the members said

- “Is she gay? I mean, maybe you’re gay? Huh, maybe you’re gay and you don’t want anyone to know so you’re asking Dae but we’ve figuring you out. Check and mate.”

- The birth of ryung’s eyerolls

- Chae’s panic face whenever dealing with the girls

And that was that for this era. See you in the next!