#but my friend wants to do a drawing hangout so i might continue these in a bit!

[lvsamine]

(( I don't know how I've gotten so much faster at drawing when I hardly do it much anymore. In my teens one expression would have taken like... I dunno, an hour at least?? But these days it's like BAM here's a fifteen minute Lusamine. Two-three of those minutes were spent coloring.

The cost is now my stamina for drawing has decreased significantly. I used to be able to spend like five straight hours drawing but now it's like 'oh it's been half an hour?? okay I'm done'.

I need to find some sort of middle ground LMAO. ))

[vintagegirl01]

Party for Two, Under the Mistletoe

Ruhn Danaan x half-human (type of creature is your choice)female reader

Summary: For as long as you have been Bryce’s friend, you have had a thing for her half-brother Ruhn Danaan. But you chose not to pursue it for Bryce's sake as a friend, and you might simply be seen as his little sister's friend by Ruhn. But that changes when he and the rest of the frat pack arrange a Christmas party and a mistletoe appears.

Ruhn Danaan's gaze lingered on you as you chatted with Bryce, taking in the way the festive lights of the Christmas party played across your features.

As Bryce excused herself to grab a drink, the fae male sauntered over, his violet-blue eyes never leaving yours, his voice low and smooth. "You look lovely tonight."

“Ruhn…I…thank you.” You blush profusely, trying to avoid the gaze of the fae male wearing a nice black suit that compliments his golden skin with his waist length, raven black hair in a braid.”You look handsome tonight also”, you blush moving a strand of hair behind your ear.

Ruhn's lips curled into a charming smile, his eyes dancing with interest. "Just 'handsome'?" he teased, leaning casually against a nearby table. "I'm wounded."

You giggle. “Aww. Why is that? Is the Crown Prince of the Valbaran Fae offended that I’m not at his beck and call like every other female in crescent city?”

Ruhn chuckled deeply, his eyes taking on a roguish gleam as he responded. "Oh, you know me too well. Everyone else fawns all over me, and here you are, calling me handsome but nothing more."

“I’m sure your ego can take it, my prince”, you playfully mock, giving him a wink as you sway your hips. Making way to find Bryce.

Ruhn watched you walk away, his eyes drinking in the sight of your hips and the way you carried yourself with such grace.

As you reached Bryce, who was chatting with her boyfriend and mate, Hunt, Ruhn couldn't help himself, a wicked grin spreading across his face as he followed.

Noticing the two lovebirds are starting to get a bit more handsy with one another, you politely excuse yourself from them as you move to find a new spot to hangout around for a bit. When you find a spot a few paces away from where Bryce and Hunt were, you are unaware of the mistletoe that stands above you.

Ruhn's eyes continued to follow you as you moved through the crowd, and when you stopped beneath a strategically placed mistletoe, he saw his chance.

With a casual stride, he approached you, his gaze locking onto yours. "It seems like the universe has something in mind for us," he commented, a hint of mischief in his voice as he gestured upward, drawing your attention to the mistletoe above.

When you notice the mistletoe above, your eyes widen. “I uh… I had no idea that was there.” You begin looking down, playing with your fingers. “You can just kiss me on the cheek… or not kiss me at all…. It’s a silly tradition anyways…”

Ruhn watched as you blushed and fidgeted, his heart skipping a beat at your bashfulness. "Oh, a silly tradition, you say?" He took a small step closer, leaning down slightly to catch your gaze. "But isn’t it fun to go along with tradition every now and then?"

He reached out a hand, gently tilting your chin upward, his touch sending a shiver down your spine. “The universe clearly wants us to do this.”

“The universe must be out to get me then. Because you and I don’t go together… you’re you and I’m… me..”

"And what's so wrong with that?" Ruhn's voice was a low murmur. He leaned in even closer, the warmth of his presence surrounding you. His gaze bore into yours, intense and mesmerizing.

"I think the universe might be onto something here," he continued, his hand still gently holding your chin. "And I'm not one to ignore these little signals."

“Signals?”, you ask in confusion.

Ruhn's thumb gently traced a line along your jaw, his touch sending electric tingles through your skin as he responded. "Signals," he repeated, his voice a low, seductive rumble. "The way every time we're in the same room, I can't seem to take my eyes off you. The way my heart beats faster when you're near."

He paused, tilting your chin up a little more so that your eyes were level with his. "And the way the universe seems to want us to kiss right now under this damn mistletoe."

“Stop teasing me, Ruhn… I’m not like other females you’ve been with…”

Ruhn gently tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, his eyes softening. "I'm not teasing, and trust me, I know you're not like the other females I've been with. That's part of what makes you so special."

He stepped closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. "You're not the kind of girl I can toy with and discard. You're the kind I've been quietly and patiently waiting for.”

You mind short circuits. “Can you repeat that?”

Ruhn chuckled softly at your reaction, his eyes filled with affection. "You're not just another conquest, and you're certainly not someone I can use and discard," he repeated, his voice firm and earnest. "You're the kind of woman I've been waiting for, in one way or another, for a long, long time."

“You have”?

Ruhn nodded, a wry smile playing at the corner of his lips. "Yes, I have. I've known you for years, haven't I? And trust me, no other person has caught my eye the way you have. It's not just your looks, it's the way you are. Your wit, your compassion, your strength."

His hand slid from your chin to your waist, drawing you closer. "I can't explain it, but you're the one it seems. The one I've been silently pining for."

You begin to caress his cheek. “What about your father? And Bryce? She’s one of my closest friends and I don’t want to hurt her…”

Ruhn leaned into your touch, his eyes closing briefly at the feel of your fingers on his skin. "My father's opinions can be ignored," he muttered, as if swatting the thought away like an annoying fly.

He opened his eyes and met your gaze, his expression serious. "As for Bryce, she's my sister, my blood. And she trusts me. She'll understand that this is not just some frivolous thing. She knows me, and she'll know that I would treat you with the respect and love that you deserve."

“Would she be mad at me?”

Ruhn gently cupped your jaw, his thumb tracing your bottom lip. "Mad at you? No," he said firmly. "She might be surprised, sure. She might be a little protective, but that's just because she cares for you. But she wouldn't be mad. I wouldn't allow it. She'll see how happy you make me, and that's all that should matter to her."

You nod. “What happens now”?

Ruhn's arm tightened around your waist, pulling you closer still. His gaze locked onto yours, intense and filled with desire. "Now," he murmured, his voice a seductive whisper, "we stop talking and get on with what the universe clearly wants us to do."

With that, he leaned in, his lips hovering millimetres away from yours, his breath warm and teasing against your skin. "Unless you have any further objections, my lady?"

You shake your head, eagerly bringing your lips to his.

Ruhn let out a low, satisfied groan as your lips met his. His arm around your waist tightened, pulling you flush against his hard, muscular body. One hand slid up the length of your spine, tangling in your hair, the other rested possessively on your hip.

As he deepened the kiss, you could feel the coolness of his lower lip ring against your lips s well as his tongue slipping past your lips, tasting and exploring every inch of your mouth. The Christmas party happening around you seemed to fade into the background, the world narrowing down to just the two of you, lost in each other.

Though, you do hear a lot of people cheering you on. In fact, one of the voices you heard was Bryce’s as she mentioned that it was about time that the two of you made a move on each other.

Ruhn chuckled against your lips, pulling back just enough to speak in a whisper that only you could hear. "Looks like we have an audience, love."

He took a small step back so that he could take in your flushed, beautiful face and look out at the rest of the party. Sure enough, everyone was clapping and hollering, especially Bryce and Hunt, who wore matching grins.

“Bryce, you knew about this?”

Bryce, who looked positively gleeful, stepped forward. She placed a hand on your shoulder, wearing a broad grin. "About you and my brother? Of course I did,” she said bluntly. “And honestly, it took you both long enough. I thought I was going to have to lock you two in a closet or something.”

You two laugh for a bit. “Seriously though, are you alright with this? The last thing I want is to make things weird for anyone.”

Bryce's expression softened, and she squeezed your shoulder reassuringly. "Weird? Are you kidding? I'm thrilled!" she exclaimed. "You're like a second sister to me, and I can't think of anyone else I'd rather have in my family than you. And besides...this might put an end to his brooding."

She shot a mock glare at Ruhn, who just smirked in response.

You both giggle at this.

Ruhn chimed in then, his voice teasing and lighthearted. "Oh yes," he said dramatically, placing a hand over his heart. "I'm known for my brooding, my mysterious silences, my intense staring..."

He took a step closer to you, pulling you against him again. "Clearly, this lovely lady will bring some sunshine into my life," he joked, leaning down to plant a light kiss on your forehead.

As the night progressed, Ruhn kept you by his side, his hand never straying far from the small of your back. Every now and then, his fingers would brush against yours, sending a thrill of anticipation through you both.

The party was a reminder of many things - the closeness of their friends, the support they had for one another. But it was that single kiss under the mistletoe that would have a lasting effect. As it was the beginning of something new and profound.

The realization that the two of you were mates.

[sighs-deeply-and-dreadfully]

Lol, I can’t help but imagine how Wally would react to a gothic, kind of grungy, reader. Just someone who wears black and white all the time, maybe with hits of darker blues or reds. I just find the idea amusing since the neighborhood and characters are all bright, fun colors while there’s just this one gothic person wearing spikes or something.

 

Also, something I can picture is Wally painting them because they’re so different from everything else and the uniqueness of their style and makeup is so fun to draw and paint, and the reader feels the same way. I can just picture the two of them drawing each other or something.

(romantic or mutual crushes, please ^^ I've always been a sucker for opposite aesthetic couples)

HAHA!!! I’m also a sucker for opposite aesthetic couples HEHEHE… I’ll strike you a deal; I’ll write both (mutual crushes and romantic)! HAHA

The Raven and The Kingfisher

Wally Darling x GN!Goth/Grunge!Reader

Headcanons Format, Mutual Crushes -> Romantic Relationship

When you first moved in, to say Wally was interested would be an understatement.

He adored your style, he found it very!! Refreshing? He loves all his neighbours and he loves their town, but sometimes something new can be appreciated!! And you were something new, alright!! /pos

After just a few days of talking, he ended up asking if he could paint you— and he loves to paint all his neighbours! But he certainly wanted to give a shot at conveying your style.

All those darker coloured paints (ones that maybe only been slightly used to create new tones) could finally be used >:]

If you were to say no, he’d accept ! That’s alright ! But he’d probably still likely doodle something of your style in private— although not necessarily of you.

If you say yes? He’s over the moon.

He takes great care to make his paintings as accurate as he can!! He’d likely be on yours for a while, just because you introduce a lot of new colours he hasn’t worked with before— the closest reference he has had is Frank and the other things he’s doodled— so it might take a while longer than usual!! But it’s so delightfully fun to experiment and learn.

But the outcome is lovely, and he proudly hands the painting off to you.

He doesn’t make that the last time he’s drawn you, though, goodness no. It almost becomes a habit, to doodle you.

Which his friends begin to notice, when the litte sketchbook he drags around is practically filled with scribbles of you.

At some point, he is with Julie! She ends up glancing over, and giggles at seeing him doodle you yet again, with a soft “Oh, Wally..”

The two had just been sitting around lightly chatting and doing their own things— and Wally was drawing.

Confusedly, Wally would lift his head— what was funny? Had he done something funny with meaning to—?

“You’re drawing the new neighbour!”

He tilts his head. Why yes, he was? How is that funny—? Julie picks up and continues, though.

“You’ve been drawing them sooo mucchhh.. Do you like them, or something? I think you might like them— we all kinda do!“

He tilts his head again. “Of course.. I like them, they’re my friend..?”

But that interaction gets his brain spinning, and eventually— during a hangout with Frank— he just kind of. Pauses.

He mutters under his breathe, and soon whisks himself away with a rushed farewell to Frank— who is just left staring in confusion.

Ah, so maybe like is a loose term. Haha ooooops..

When he steps into Home, who creaks him a hello, the amount he’s been doodling you somewhat- hits him like a truck?

You’re in his sketchbooks, mainly, which— all of his friends were! But his sketchbooks were almost like a direct thread to his “subconscious”. He just doodles whatever comes to mind, or whatever he feels (and his true feelings have a tendency to alter how it presents itself— though really only in ways he can understand). He uses it very much as an outlet.

And you were, basically, on every single damn page of the thing.

.. whoopsie.

With the newfound knowledge that he, haha, maybe has developed a “teensy weensy itsy bitsy” crush—

Heee is now terrified to be around you.

If it was so obvious to everyone else, was it obvious to you?

Wuh-oh.

He doesn’t let this anxiety stop him from talking to you, though. The thoughts of it made him sad— and the thought of him withdrawing making you sad made him ever sadder.

But from beyond this point, he’s a lot.. less collected.

When you two hang out, there’s a small shift in the air— that he is hyper-aware of, and you might be, too.

Wally always did stare— he liked eye contact, and he didn’t really care to learn where else he should be looking during conversations—

So him avoiding your gaze was almost off-putting due to how foreign it was.

He’d glance to his hands, or to his supplies, or To the sky.

Anywhere but you when you looked at him— he couldn’t!! Really bare your reaction!!

He knew it’d be the same way you look at him all of the time, but the thought it might be negative made him.. antsy.

Because, again, if his little crush was obvious to everyone else before it was even obvious to him— was it obvious to you, too?

This keeps up for a few days, and eventually— you just.. ask him what’s been up. You note his change in behaviour, and you express you’re confused— maybe even a bit concerned.

And the dam just comes flooding.

He gives some garbled twist of a confession, nervously wringing his fingers the entire time (something he almost never did).

He expresses it’s okay if it isn’t mutual, and that he just had to get it off his chest before he “exploded” (Barnaby used that word a lot in his jokes— so maybe it’d be funny if he used it, too?)

He’s overjoyed to hear you return the affections though, and immediately just sort of de-tenses and instead starts.. kicking his legs. Very quickly. Stimming. Hehe.

From there, you two fall into a relationship. You had already sort of been recognized as a “thing” by everyone else in the neighbourhood— as you were often seen together.

Now, you were practically always seen together— making the opposites in your aesthetic very noticeable. Two halves of a pair!

When you aren’t together, Wally has a tendency to.. maaaybe.. gush about you, a lil..

Specifically to Barnaby! He knows Barnaby doesn’t mind to listen (especially while consuming his.. “lovely” hot dogs (/sar)).

While the two stand around, Wally cupping his normal hotdog in two hands and Barnaby chewing on his abomination lovely creation, he’ll just go onnn and ooonn about you, or what the two of you have been up to, or what you plan to do later. His words are kinda hummed as he does, and he seems to idly be wiggling his head side to side.

Barnaby is happy to lend an ear! He’s got two very big ones, after all.

.. plus, it’s easier to lull Wally into kind of just.. handing his hotdog to him.. hehe..

Not that he wasn’t going to already give it! He just gets to receive it faster, and Wally pays no mind.

Overall, that little man is head over heels for you— absolutely smitten. He finds your aesthetic very, very pretty— and you in turn just as much.

Expect sappy love letters and even more paintings of you, dear. :]

I FORGOT TO DO AN AUTHOR’S NOTE AT THE END IM SORROY I GOT DISTRACTED HWAHWA

THis was super cute to write and I hope it was satisfactory!!! :D

Have a lovely day!!!!!

[riyangiis]

I LOVE FILO ZB1 CONTENT SMMMM i usually have these random thoughts in my head abt what the members would be like as filos AND BRO for me ricky is definitely englishero. specifically those kinds that are fluent in tagalog but just prefer speaking in english

actually ricky is so me what the heck.. 😬😬 HE DEF LISTENS TO HEV ABI😬😬😬 it's either he's conyo and is horrible at filipino or he's just what you described him.. this guy is a bgc boy you can't say no

I think I would still keep the chinese and american in him😂😂.. guys guys what if he's a chinese-filipino that grew up in the us and has little to no knowledge abt the philippines.. bro when he gets there he would be THE airport crush wtf.. his parents told him that he should try to go to a public school but he's concerned and worried that he might get made fun of.. A LOT. so he goes to a private school first, then goes to public once he's able to speak filipino properly and stuff but he's only gonna stay there for a year..

bro def goes like "what's the orange ball with the little egg inside?" LMAOOOO🤣🤣🤣🙏🙏⁉️⁉️ he cringes at those err what do you call them.. the genggeng boys😬 they often tell him to try and hangout with them but he just.. ignores them.. "kumaldag ka nga!!" "wtf is a kaldag??"

bro tries so hard not to show off in the days where you're able to wear civilian clothes instead of the uniform but does it anyway.. "bat may lalaking mukhang pupunta sa party.." he even ricky-fies his own uniform and makes it look richer and more classy than it was originally supposed to be.. ehh you get it

def the guy that has EVERYTHING you need for a project, he doesn't really do anything except make the art and have the supplies.. "gaga nawala ung ink ng marker!" *biglang may 7 na marker, bago pa..* the main reason why he doesn't really do anything in the project because his group mates find it hard to communicate with him since his first languages are english and chinese and when he speaks filipino, he has this weird accent..

he knows how to speak filipino naman, it's just that accent that messes everything up.. medyo insecure siya abt it so he just doesn't speak at all. he also doesn't understand kanal humor AT ALL so his classmates don't really like his type of humor.. when he found out that he actually has english-speaking classmates with aircon humor, he tried his best to befriend him but they thought he was weird or didn't want to become friends with him since they thought he was some rich spoiled kid who knows nothing but money.. heck people even used him because of his wealthy status and got hold of the fact that he likes giving gifts to people he's close with..

he's famous around the school just for his looks, nothing else. when he thought his popularity would give him an advantage to get more friends and have a good image. he caught girls trying to sneak gifts or trying to state at him, he thought that this whole thing was making him uncomfortable but he can't do anything though. that's only gonna ruin his reputation. so he didn't mind and ignored the admirers, they're not really his business anyways. he knows he's handsome, he doesn't have to show it off at all times.

he stopped trying to make friends in his school and just sticked to doing his hobbies when he was bored and continued talking to his friends from china and usa, the others just viewed him as some rich kid anyway. the teacher assigned a project that needs a partner for the class, everyone gets to pick their own partner. he looks around with people debating on who should be their partner. he just continued drawing whatever was in his mind waiting for some unfortunate person to have no choice but be partners with him (to his admirers it's very fortunate to be partners with him.. you can see them fighting on who should be his partner, ricky is just enjoying the thought of being alone with no one disturbing him.

ricky suddenly felt a gentle tap on his shoulder. he looked up to see someone, is it an admirer?

"hello? can I be your partner?"

"huh? oh, sure.."

his attention is now on you instead of the drawing of a rose, ricky was caught off guard because of how.. quick this person asked to be his partner without being shy or nervous. he looked at the group of admirers, now fuming because he already has a partner.

(medyo inaccurate ito sorry😭😭)

[tacticalsmth]

Valentine Fehr Relationship Headcannons!

Parings: Valentine "Val" Fehr x Reader (A.K.A, you), Reader is gender-neutral!

Warnings: Nothing really! One mention of scars, and some cursing. Also a bit longer than I thought it would be. Notes: Reader is eccentric and a bit pushy, Val is a nervous wreck. Shitty and (probably) repetitive writing, Strangers to friends to crush to loverrrrsss! This is the first part, so this includes your first meeting and your friendship stage! (With a hint of growing romantic feelings towards the end...)

((Heyyy artist/writer here! Finally decided to do this because I've been wanting to for a while sooo.. I hope you enjoy! And there will be a seconded part!

This is also my first time writing something like this, so please excuse how shitty this might be.))

-For your first meeting, you would probably meet them through a mutual friend of theirs. (Also just a note, they would be wearing their mask when you first meet.)

-VERY nervous and quiet the first time you meet them.

-Like stuttering and freezing up nervous.

-Also, your friend probably does have to specify that Val's gender neutral/unlabled. They do look very confusing with their short hair.

-After a few hours of being around you though they start to loosen up a bit. (This does depend on how comfortable they are.)

-They become less nervous and more talkative.

-Although, they don't completely open up. They seem to just listen to you and your friend more than anything.

-Once you notice them just staring at you while you talk, you decide to ask them a question instead.

"Soooo.. Val.. You have any hobbies?" Val blinks at you, caught off guard at the sudden question. They sigh, shifting in their seat. "A-Ah.. Ja.. I-" They pause, thinking to themselves. "I-I like to draw."

-Most questions they got asked they would either ignore, or shift the focus away from them.

-They aren't trying to intentionally be or seem rude by doing this though.

-Since they have a strong accent, and since English isn't their first language, some things they say aren't exactly coherent or pronounced correctly.

-That's one reason why they stutter so much actually.

-So there's probably a few times where you would have to ask them to repeat themselves.

-Whatever you're doing, you notice the scars on their hands and arms, which keeps you wondering about them...

-Val would definitely have to leave early for some reason. Most likely because they're too tired, or surprisingly, have other things to do.

-So right as they start to leave, you decide to give them your number!

-This baffles Val. But in a good way.

"Hey, Val!" You call out to them as they start to pull their jacket back on. They turn to look over at you, an eyebrow raised. "Hmm?" They hum, rolling up their sleeves as you pull out their phone and hold it out in front of them suddenly, making them flinch slightly. "Wha-" "Do you mind putting your number in my phone? I wouldn't mind having a one-on-one hangout with you!" You smile at them, continuing to hold your phone in front of them. They stare at you for a moment before hesitantly taking your phone.

-It takes them a minute, but they eventually get their number and name in.

-Now you have them in your phone, which they put themselves as:

"Valentine Fehr"

-Butttt...

-You decide to change their name to something you liked more:

"Val🌌🪐"

-You had seen a lot of their tattoos, which had lots of stars, so you added some space emojis for a theme.

-Once you guys become better friends, which I would say would take a few months, Val started to open up bit by bit.

-Still very self conscious about what they would say or tell you though, still doesn't want to fuck up miss an opportunity to have a really good friend.

-Around this time you would finally get to know that they work in the military, which explains why sometimes they wouldn't be home for days, even weeks, at a time.

-They probably missed a few important things you might have planned out...

"I'm so so so so so sorry I missed it.. W-We can always g-go see another movie.. right? I mean I-I could even pay for everything!" They continue to apologize, even though you understood why they missed it. "It's alright, really-" "I wish I could have been here, damn it, I thought I was gonna be-" "Be quiet, you're fineee!"

-Apologizes for every little thing.

-You would have to explain to them that they're fine. multiple times.

-Here's something you had to figure out: Val's a paranoid, nervous, person. So them overthinking things and worrying is not uncommon for them.

-Plus they're a people pleaser..

-But once you do eventually get to have a hang out with them, you actually have really good time with them!

-Has a great since of humor!

-But is also very weak to jokes- (One's that they understand, at least.)

-You now have a lot of rocks/crystals and small vintage trinkets from them since that you're friends with them now. They enjoy seeing you so happy when you get small things like that.

-And YOU like seeing them get really excited when you give them little things they enjoy. Especially if they collect whatever you give them.

-Rants a LOT about things. Usually half way through whatever they're ranting about they'll stop so they don't bore you. even though you actually aren't bored at all, you like seeing them get so excited about things. since those REAL emotions, or any non-faked emotion at all, is almost rare coming from val.

-Also would teach you some German, ONLY if you wanted or asked.

-You would have to drag them to places sometimes if you wanted to to do something with them..

"There's gonna be to many people.. I don't wanna go.." "You promised me." "I-I know but-" "Come on Val, let's goooo!" "W-Wait-"

-Anti-Social. That's one way to explain them.

-At some point, you would ask about their mask, it's bound to come up one day anyway.

-Don't feel bad when you ask though, anyone would be intrigued when someone NEVER takes off a mask.

-They explain it very vaguely, something along the lines of 'it just makes me feel more comfortable.' Then it wasn't brought up again.

-That day you had planned to stay at their house and say for a while, play some games, watch a movie, ect ect.

-But while you were watching the movie you two had picked out together, you fell asleep on their shoulder.

-Once Val notices you fell asleep, which would be almost immediately once they noticed you stopped moving a lot, they try not to breath much or move.

-It's very sweet, they don't wanna wake you up.

-A while later they notice something...

-They liked being close to you.

[aeroplaneblues]

I've been avoiding the haitham's story quest because of how much it got spoiled and breed so much discourse😂 so I waited until now to complete it. And tbh its one of my favorites! Tighnari's is still at the top but Alhaitham's is right behind it.

I think its because parts of alhaitham's character either I relate to or remind me of my best friend, but also the npcs didn't felt like annoying as much as the other story quests. Like I know what they are doing by using npcs so we get to know the character a little better, but like in nilou's and cyno's case it felt kinda? lacking? idk maybe I'll need to rewatch those.

I have more to say but I'll leave it under a read more!

One thing I wish they would've added was Tighnari, since we were already in gandharva ville and I want those two to interact. But I appreciate Cyno being part of it🥰

About the discourse, I think people either didn't paid attention to the quest or they are emotionally weak im JOKING😂 Kaveh was the one provoking and alhaitham responded to his comments, but hthm didn't had to go so hard on that smile from a client comment that hurt ME😂

But then again Kaveh being like this must be only because of alhaitham, kinda like how Diluc is nasty around Kaeya so much that people jump off of a dragon to avoid their fighting🤷‍♀️, I HOPE bc i do like Kaveh, he was great in hthm's character teaser and I want to see that side of him again. Also kinda hurt he sees us on the same light as alhaitham now😪 Since he is a 4 star (as far as leaks say) hopefully he gets a hangout and there we can know more about him.

Oh and their interaction actually confirms my headcanon that Alhaitham can be veeeeeeery petty with Kaveh, like it shows how he is the younger one between the two lol like leave that painting alone.

Ok. Now the brainrot. The last part of the story quest is called "Pride and Prejudice" and I said on twitter a few weeks before this story quest that alhaitham is like Mr Darcy YOU CAN'T DENY IT AND LOOK AT IT NOW!! its in his story quest hyv agrees with me!!😂😂

Cyno is lizzie like pls, who can go toe to toe with alhaitham's dry comments if not Cyno?? And they have this relationship that started very badly and then evolved to them trusting each other 😭😭 also i think its funny how accurate it will be hthm responding to the "do you dance?" to "no if I could help it"😭😂😂

Anyway I took 384934 screenshots of alhaitham's house, I have some platonic and cytham comic ideas I'll eventually draw. I'm still burnout so I'm trying to save all my energy for work, I might continue posting sporadically.

If you read this far and enjoyed my brainrot, please do tell me your thoughts I might go crazy with that cytham p&p au living in my head only😪 Also thanks for reading it all!

[xxjiffybrokenfriendshipsxx]

My Best Friend, Jocelyn rant

TW// R4P3//InC3st//CP//LesPhobic

Mostly that stuff happens in my school computer but sadly they banned Google hangouts so I don't have the screenshot of it but I do remember all the stuff that she say and it still stick in my mind for years

I always vent Abt me and Jocelyn, who use to be my best friend and my first female crush but as I got older and realized that the things that she did in the roleplay wasn't okay, we were both minors at the time so...

It's will be a long one so I might separate the story of it...

How did we meet?

So we met in March middle school, I met a girl (which I forgot but I will called her savy) that introduced me to her friends, Alexander, Jackson, angel, Madison and Jocelyn, they have the same interest as me, like FNAF, drawings and internet stuff which I finally met my people

Until that faithful day.....I was walk out the locker room and Jocelyn approached me and show me her drawing (is actually her sister's drawing), it's was a drawing of...gaster sans...and i had to be a dumbass...so i said "its that's sans?" And she replied yes and she was happy about it and show more drawings of undertale which mix with her sister and her drawing

And we started to bond together about...undertale...only undertale...not FNAF ..which I just lost interest on FNAF and our school give us laptops of our own, so most of the website aren't banned, same with Google hangouts

So we have an idea that we can use Google hangouts to chat and RP, which is ruined my innocence

The Roleplay that we did

So after we got our laptop and we gotta go home, so I don't have wifi at home but I do have hotspot for it and I started to chat with Jocelyn, we chat and all that stuff...until we ..RP...

So she rp as fell! Sans and I was RP as swap! Sans, we RP them and until...she replied with ....

Fell! Sans: your belly is getting big...

I mean...at first i thought it's was like a feeding fetish but he got pregnant....and randomly change his gender to a girl...which i was like okay

So he give birth to a pretty girl wow! And a son, then happy family, went to a movie theater to see the MLP movie (which is I actually went to the movie theater and hot topic lmao) then go to hot topic and then...she send me a drawing of fell! Sans, super close, sticking his nasty red tongue and looking.... aroused....you can look this shit up which I'm not going to...

In the RP, he got horny at hot topic which is made me super confused and as I continue it-

Fell! Sans R4p3 his daughter....she was like ..I guess....6 or 7 and she run away from her then tell her brother about it but his brother was like

forgot his name: well...*push her outta his room* have fun! *Close the door*

She got extremely scared and R4P3 her again and then....she fuxking like it...(Remember that me and Jocelyn are minors...which I wanna beat the shit outta her) And blah blah blah...until she got pregnant and have kids! MOTHERFUXKING KIDS AT A YOUNG AGE

And Jocelyn always loves to turn make characters into women, I don't know why...I just realized that she fetishize transgender so they can make babies....which is doesn't work ...

So, we keep doing more InC3st shit and turn fell! Sans into a girl then his bro turn into a girl and I did ship fell! Papyrus with my oc named star (which she a minor as well....plz kill me) then I try to do a wlw moment but...she said

Fem! Fell! Papyrus: what!? Ew that's disgusting!

Which it did got me mad and I did tell her in the next day, why she doesn't want wlw rp and response

"I hate girl x girl RP, like it's disgusting"

Also she also into straight and yaoi ships (but mostly yaoi ships) so ofc she's a Fujoshi fan and make, so we keep doing gross shit RP and I started to draw nsfw art....on paper ..not on the phone...ON PAPER WHILE IM LIVING WITH MY PARENTS

And my mom found my nsfw art and then got mad and all that shit...which I wish i should stopped but my stupid 12 year old self won't

Then we continues the RP and until this...shit happened...so we add nightmare! Sans with my oc (who's is a baby ..) then Jocelyn just forced my baby oc onto his...lap and then...he got a ....fuxking BONER...AND ITS WAS A CP SHIT

She always do this shit , it's not me! It's Jocelyn, I feel like it's was a forced, it's not fuxking okay to do that shit! It's extremely illegal to do that like you act mature but the stuff that we RP isn't okay! It's horrible, it's disgusting and you deserve to be exposed after the shit that you did to me

And I know she like the same age as me but I feel like I was gR00m3D from her, she makes inappropriate stuff and thinks its okay but no! It's not okay for a child to do that, you literally ruined my innocence, I was just 12 and you were 11 or 12, I didn't know those things were harmful! And if you reading this, I hope I won't see you again! You fuxking Pr0sh1pp3R

And I do wanna talk about her friends as well but I will separate that too

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Lordy Lordy, Look Who's 40

Hey there, the Hall of Dangling Onions or Possibly It's Garlic. All right, it's not my usual update day, but we're not doing soda. It's only a day late, I can set my own schedule! I didn't expect to be out of town, and when you get a look at this thing, there's no way I was typing this up on my phone. I was holding onto this one because I wanted to do it as close to Decemberween as possible. MLP has done holiday specials before, but this one's not. But I think thematically, of the issues I have in my backlog, this one fits best here. I hope you'll agree~

Here's the cover:

Yeah! Can you believe that? My Little Pony is forty years old. Think about that a moment! Like, Ghostbusters won't be 40 until next year. The NES won't until 2025. I'm only 37 myself. (I'm 37, I'm not old!) That's wild, huh? Anyway, what's more on-theme for the holiday than kids receiving toys? Like, I think the only MLP toy my sister ever had as a kid was a Christmas one. (It was a G1 Merry Treat, if you were curious.) It just feels on theme. Man, though, I hate to say it, but I do not like this cover. These are some ugly little girls. Like, I don't necessarily like to insult the art styles for these, but maybe stick to drawing horses.

So we open on some rather static poses of some G1-style ponies. Butterscotch announces that Ponyville is in trouble. In fact, the world is ending. They debate this for a while, with Cotton Candy worrying this might be a problem too big for ponies. In G1, this might be so, but by the time of FiM, it's practically a daily event. But it's not an issue, because if there's one thing consistant for every generation of ponies: when they're together, they're unbeatable! Also, they have a secret weapon: this is all being made up by a little girl.

Yeah, the rather static poses and expressions is cleverly foreshadowing that these are all toys, and the scenario is all the imagination of our actual protagonist. She owns two of these figures, Snuzzle and Blossom. Cotton Candy and Minty belong to Tiffany, Butterscotch is Melanie's, and Blue Belle is Kelly's. Refer back to the cover. Starting from top left and going clockwise, you have Melanie, Tiffany, Julie (our protagonist), and Kelly. I hope you're getting all this, because there's absolutely a quiz on it later.

But indeed, this isn't a story about ponies. It's a story about the little girls who love them, which is a really neat idea for the 40th anniversary. Anyway, as you might expect from a group of pre-middle school girls who play ponies in Julie's basement all summer, they're also real horse girls. The lot of them are driven out to a barn where they hang out with some real ponies. And also being girls who are about to enter middle school as summer wanes, there's some angsting among them about remaining friends in the face of this new stage in life.

Now then! Given the G1 ponies, names like "Tiffany", and some of the dress sense, I think it's fair to say it's the 1980s in the comic. Maybe the early '90s at worst. So what's missing from this plot? How about a greedy man in a business suit threatening the continued existence of the farm~? Yes indeed, Julie overhears Mr. Pine in his office, discussing something on the phone. Tiffany sneaks off to the other line and hears the conversation: Grogar Developments (get it?) is planning to bulldoze the farm and build a mall. Oh good, you're almost in middle school, girls! You need a mall to hang out at!

The group resolves to let nothing happen to their favourite hangout, even forming a pinky promise over it. But the very next week, school starts up. The others give Julie their ponies so they'd always have a reason to return to her and to give her some extra courage. Alas, though, real life sets in and the friends begin to drift anyway, with the rigors of middle school both in and after school keeping them apart. Kelly in particular is being kept busy with her schoolwork while her parents glare at her from ten feet away. Even with the Asian stereotypes aside, no pressure, huh~?

Tired of waiting for her friends to call and also just tired in general, Julie drifts to sleep. Upon waking, she's siezed by an idea. In the middle of the night, she slips out and heads to the farm, which is indeed proposed for demolition. She finds a mysterious book under a haystack, and reads out a Latin phrase. Roughly translated (and by "roughly", I mean "I ran it through Google Translate"), it's something like "by the virtue of the universal knight this creature would send the life of addseer into his house". As usual, it probably loses a little something in translation.

The effort of casting a magic spell from a book she knew was hidden in the barn through a dream she had takes a lot out of Julie, and she falls asleep on the hay nearby. When next she wakes, she finds herself surrounded by… ponies! The six ponies that were once her and her friends' toys have been brought to life, expanded to full size. They've heard her plea, and have transported themselves over from Equestria to help her in her time of need. Honestly, this is a lot. Even knowing what franchise I'm reading, I did not expect this angle~

Julie tries to call her friends, who aren't willing to skip school to meet her at the barn. Are you sure they're your friends? Or even real kids, at that point? Before she can follow that up, Julie's surprised from behind and everything goes black. We cut over to the other three friends, who split up despite clearly riding to school together on the same bus. As the day goes on, though, they notice Julie is absent, and they decide to fake being sick and go after her. Oh, so skipping school entirely's a no-go, but ditching it early is just fine?

Upon arrival at the barn, they find Julie tied up and gagged, which is the second time I've had the "I did not expect this comic to go there" feeling. Which isn't a lot, but it's weird that it happened twice. Before they can help their friend, she indicates what's behind them. And they bear witness to their ponies come to life, just as she had. And here's where the third nickel drops: also behind them is Mr. Pine. He's a magician. And what I mean is that he's actually magic. It was his book that Julie found, and while he was content to just open a shopping mall, he'd be even more jazzed to open a portal between dimensions. Sure, we all would!

So, long ago, he was a wizard from Equestria, where he likewise planned to build a shopping mall. I mean, far be it from me to criticise one's magical ambitions, but… I think he could be shooting a little higher. Ah, but here's his grand plan as of now. With the kids in command of the ponies, perhaps they can persuade the tricky equines to open their portal and let him return. Where he can then open two shopping malls! Imagine! Slow down, we got a badass over here. But the girls refuse, telling him they don't control the ponies. They're friends with the ponies.

Cue a two-page spread of Magic Mr. Pine and his goons (yes, he has uniformed henchmen) fighting the girls all riding their magical ponies, all in front of a rainbow backdrop. Fantastic. The power of friendship and the strength of equine legs beat up the villains. And Magic Mr. Pine ends up sealed inside his own book. Victory!

And then Julie wakes up. Yep, it was all just a dream. No Magic Mr. Pine, no portal to Equestria, no book of Latin under the hay, and no talking horses. She never even left home. Before Julie can suck herself back into despair, her mom comes in to give her some good news. Seems the contractor decided to pull out of the deal and not demolish the farm. And even better, all three of her friends are here to cheer her up! They just heard the same news about the farm, and it's this good news that's pulled them together to apologise for their lack of communication lately.

So that was one story! Would you like another?

Well, we celebrated the G1 ponies. Let's leap to the other end of the timescale and do a G5 story! We open at the Brighthouse with Hitch helping to lift a heavy box to a higher level. With some strain, he manages to raise it, collapsing in a heap afterwards. Inquiring what the heck he just hauled, Sunny explains that it's books! It's her dad's old research into previous Equestrian societies. Izzy pokes through some of them, wondering what kind of place Fillydelphia was. Sunny replies that her dad believed they had magical sunshine every day. Oh, ha ha.

One of the dustiest books Sunny finds, however, is called "Tales of Dream Valley". The fun part of this is that, down to the font choice and rainbow banner, it really looks like an old G1 storybook. They find a page of character profiles, running commentary on each of them. Once again we're dealing with Butterscotch, Minty, Blue Belle, Cotton Candy, Snuzzle, and Blossom. This one also correctly names the G1 setting as Ponyland instead of Equestria. Izzy also notes that none of them are unicorns or pegasi, so maybe pony segregation has always been a thing.

The book then immediately contradicts my joke by focusing on Dream Valley, stating that Dream Castle was home to earth ponies, unicorns, pegasi, flutterponies, seaponies, grundles, and bushwoolies. Hitch wonders what bushwoolies are, and boy am I glad some things never came back for future series. Meanwhile, Izzy goes nuts over the concept of seaponies, deeply wishing to call upon them. Sunny points out that all of this could be just stories, and they should do more research. Let's go tell Zipp and Pipp about it, and maybe use the library at their place. This story ends as quickly as it began, with a dedication thanking MLP for being there for so many years and so many stories.

So that was another story! Would you like one more?

We open on a perfectly ordinary suburban-looking home. Like, a human-looking home. And indeed, first thing we see is a human woman coming downstairs to check on a young girl named Bonnie, who is watching an episode of G5 MLP on TV. Aunt Vicki can tell, but she questions why she has so many other screens also. Which Bonnie explains as also having the wiki open on the laptop, and using a tablet to look at MLP comics. She also has her phone out, to talk to her friend Kristen, who's watching at the same time. This kid is incredibly valid and relatable.

Suddenly a storm knocks out the power. While Aunt Vicki goes to check the breaker, Bonnie checks the status of her electronics. Like a fool, she's been running them all unplugged despite being at home, and the battery is at zero for all of them. Man, have you ever had three devices that all ran out of battery simultaneously? That's kind of impressive. But not very helpful for Bonnie's entertainment. Vicki comes back, noting the power's out all over the neighbourhood. So Kristen is probably powerless too, which doesn't cheer Bonnie up.

Aunt Vicki gets an idea, and hauls an old box out of her attic. Inside the box, they find Vicki's old G1 ponies. Minty and Butterscotch, who seem to be universal constants, are here again. Vicki also has a G1 Applejack, leading to Bonnie's confusion about the lack of hat. Vicki laughs at the differences between generations, remarking then that she also once had a Twilight. Not Twilight Sparkle, and not a book about vampires either. And then Vicki enters a lengthy flashback as she remembers her toy.

Way back in 1983, Vicki looked remarkably like her niece. She also had a friend she had an argument with. See, Jessie (her so-called best-friend-forever) went to a sleepover with Caroline and Chelsea and didn't even tell Vicki about it. Jessie points out that Vicki couldn't have even come, she was spending the weekend at her grandparents' house anyway. And she only got invited because her mom is friends with theirs. And turns out, they're pretty nice. So… what now? Is she gonna be their best friend instead?

This is also what Bonnie is wondering. What happened next was: nothing. Turns out you can be friends with multiple people, and the amount of friendship you spread around doesn't actually get smaller! Who knew~? As an apology, Vicki writes Jessie a note declaring this, gifting her Twilight as well. And this is basically the same story with Bonnie and her friend Kristen. Kristen went rollerskating with some other girl, and they fought about it. Bonnie wants to apologise, but can't because her phone's out. Vicki shares something else with her from the past: a land-line phone.

Yeah, I don't buy it. First, Vicki's not that old to still have a landline. If she was a kid in '83? Like, my mum doesn't have a landline, and she's at least 10 years behind that. Vicki's at most mid-40s. Nobody less than 70 has a landline anymore. Secondly, if the power went out, even the landline phones aren't working. That's how it always was when I was a kid. But despite reality, Bonnie calls up her friend and spends a merry time chatting with her, even missing the end of the storm and the beginning of a rainbow. And the comic ends with the power's return, while Vicki sends a photo of Applejack to Jessie, who sends back a pic of her with Twilight.

Well, as an anthology, we should react to the stories individually, yes?

Despite my criticisms, I do like the first story a lot! The premise is fun, and I'm a big sucker for the various '80s/'90s cliches and story beats. But with fair criticism, the art is amateurish at best and bogs the thing down. There's a lot of wasted space, empty backgrounds, and more than a few pages are huge splash pages that could be condensed. I don't think it ruins the experience, but it does dampen the whole thing. The ending is also kind of rushed. Once it dips back into reality, everything just kind of congeals to a finish. If the story had been paced a little better and less padded, it could've been really great.

The second story being set in the G5 universe is a fun spin on the formula, cheekily poking at the differences in the franchise between then and now. Both the art style and the oldness of the book are re-created perfectly. I only wish it was longer, and maybe had some sort of more definitive conclusion.

The third is very nice as well, with a more focused story about the differences in generations--and the things the same about them that bring them together. I like that this one at least brings up FiM a little bit, it seems a bit criminal to celebrate MLP's 40th anniversary and not mention the fourth generation, the one that had the most impact on the franchise's popularity and longevity. You think there'd even be a comic book for your 40th if it wasn't for Friendship is Magic? Highly doubtful. Anyway, Bonnie is relatable as heck with her ADHD screen spread, and she is right to be incredulous about Aunt Vicki's landline.

All in all, as a way to celebrate the franchise's 40th anniversary, this was a great idea. Not just stories about the ponies, but stories about the people ponies were meant for--both then and now.

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how many drinks? | one shot (jjk)

summary: the question is - how many drinks would it take for you to sleep with your bestfriend?

pairing: jjk x reader

genre: (18+) college au, dance group au, bestfriends/bestfriends with some benefits au | fluff, smut, sprinkle of angst

words: ~12.2k

warnings: cussing, mature language/implied sexual content, kind of crack-y, dancer!jk to fulfill my needs, unprotected sex, sprinkle of dirty talk, fingering, sprinkle of a handjob, slight biting, nails digging into skin, oc almost gets taken advantage of/forced into doing things she doesn’t wanna do, rough handling, song kang is in this too because i’m also a hooch for him but he’s an ass here, alcohol consumption, intoxication, mentions of blunts/smoking, house parties, cuddling, kissing/makeout sessions, straddling, breast/nipple play, hickeys, fucking on the edge of the bed, multiple orgasms, fingering, licking/neck kisses, oral (f. receiving)

note: one shot title is taken from miguel's song ‘how many drinks’ + a couple of things--

both hoseok and jimin’s piece mentioned below are inspired by real-life pieces my old dance mentor has choreographed and taught. this is the inspiration behind hoseok’s couple piece; this is the inspiration for jimin’s piece

i’m a hooch for all three of them in this video

enjoy imagining koo and oc dancing part of their couples piece like this 🥺

"Y/N." You picked up Jungkook's call as you sat at your desk in your dorm room. You had been finishing up your bio homework until the interruption came blaring through on your headphones.

"Yes?"

"Can I nap in your room?"

"The fuck I look like? A hotel?" You snorted.

"Yeah, a 5 star at that with how good you take care of me." He tries to butter you up, causing you to roll your eyes.

"You're lucky I like you."

"Yesssssssss!" You hear him faintly exclaim on the other line. "Be there in a sec."

"You know my doors are always unlocked." Which, it was true. So many of your friends had decided to live off campus that you and your other bestfriend [and beloved suitemate] were probably the only few left on campus. And that meant people were constantly in your room, hanging out or using both of your rooms, [with permission] or the couches in the shared living room space of your suite as a place to nap. College, amirite? Why the fuck would you lose your parking spot to go back to your apartment when you have friends who lived right on campus? You weren't just good for smuggling free food from the cafeteria to your broke ass, struggling off-campus friends.

Sooner or later, you're greeted by a fluffy, black-haired Jungkook, looking like his shit must have air-dried with how wavy and voluminous it was. He swings your door open so aggressively that you jump a bit in your seat, swinging off your headphones like you weren't even expecting him. You watch as he flings himself onto your neatly made bed like he hasn't felt a bed in years.

"Ugh, yes." He moans as he belly flops onto your bed and stays in that position.

"When's your next class, you little baby?"

"In like an hour or so, I don't know." He says sleepily. "Wake me up, please?"

"Sure." You realize it's Wednesday, and he definitely has Ecology lab later at 3:00PM. You figured you'd wake him up by 2:30 just to give him enough time to groggily walk his ass back over to the science building.

You and Jungkook weren't really close before college. It was moreso that you knew of each other since high school because of mutual friends. You'd see him at parties and he'd see you, but it was never more than the casual hi and bye and small talk. Maybe the occasional comments on facebook pages and the likes on pictures on instagram. But foreel, other than that, that's as real as your friendship got for awhile. You didn't mind it though, you were good with your set of friends and he was good with his. A lot of your friends attended the same university as you two and then your groups intertwined even more. 

But, it wasn't until the past couple of months or so where you both unexpectedly got really close - simply just by talking more and being around each other more. You both had similar interests and Jungkook wasn't the most vocal in his group, but with you, he seemed to talk endlessly. He loved comics and he loved raving to you about Marvel and DC superheroes. He loved to draw, and he'd draw you things every now and then - his most recent being you as a scientist superhero saving the world from overgrown malaria-infected mosquito monsters. It was the cutest thing you had ever seen, and you tacked it against your cork board near your desk. Then, small things like that turned to bringing you food or boba, being stuck at the hip where he'd only go to a certain place on campus if you were there; texting each other inside jokes and funny ass tweets all day turned to facetime sleepover calls and then late hangouts eventually turned to actual sleepovers in your bed, where he'd drape his arm around while you both slept but it never escalated into anything more than that in bed. Although he did fucking hate your medium-sized Olaf plushie that took shelter on your bed - he'd always hike it across the room and talk about how annoying he is and how he's always taking his spot. You never understood it, really.

And then soon, it turned to small displays of affection behind closed doors, where Jungkook would hold you close. Hold your hand if you two were in the room watching a show, or movie. Small kisses exchanged. Big kisses exchanged, making out sessions. But, that was literally it. Nothing else. No sex. No pressure. Lots of unspoken feelings, obviously, but you weren't gonna be the one to bring that up. Because you were comfortable, and if anything, you didn't wanna ruin what you guys already had going.

Like, is this a friends with benefits thing? Maybe? Maybe not? It was hard to label it because it's not like you both determined so, it kind of just fell together that way. And there was really no pressure to fuck every single time you got affectionate. It was cute, sweet. And no one really knew it was like that behind doors - possibly your suitemate Kass and her boyfriend, Jimin, but that's only because you shared the dorm suite with her. Jimin was also one of Jungkook's roommates and his really good friend, so whenever they had slept over on the same night, it was pure and utter chaos. But honestly, if Kass and Jimin hadn't been around you two much, they most certainly wouldn't have the idea.

Whatever it was, it was a comfortable closeness that you both experienced and appreciated. However, the both of you were afraid of discussing what this really was, afraid it'll ruin the dynamic. The atmosphere. Having to come to terms of what it might, or might not be. Neither of you can fully admit that you like the other. Although, it got hard. People did lightly tease you two because you both always looked for each other and were stuck by the hip out on campus.

Oh, well. Bottom line is that you liked your relationship where it was at, but it doesn't mean you haven't thought about the what if's. Jungkook was insanely attractive, and it's no lie that girls swarmed him left and right on campus, but he didn't give a shit [either he didn't give a shit or he was dumb as hell?]. Okay, rewind — to be fair, he would have a fling or two, flirt once or twice. He'd tell you so and so was cute and that they've hung out or texted, but that's it. He just wasn't necessarily looking for anything cause he too enjoyed where he was at with everything.

It doesn't take long before Sleeping Beauty is snoring face down on your bed, looking like Patrick Star with the way he's sprawled out. But, you continue to do your work until it was time to wake him. You gently shake him, his puppy eyes looking back at you after being face down all nap.

"Class time."

"No." He groans. "Can't I just stay here with you?"

"No, dude. Get to class." You chuckle. "You already skipped last week."

"Yeah, but this is a new week Y/N."

"Jungkook." You almost say in a scolding manner.

"Fiiiiiiine." He whines as he shoots up and hops off from your bed. "Are you going to our party on Friday?"

"I said I'd think about it right?"

"Yeah, like on Monday. It's Wednesday."

"And I'm still thinking about it." You snort, making him pout.

"Just come for a little bit."

"Why? You know parties aren't my thing and you'll be too drunk anyways. I'll end up wanting to go right the fuck back home as soon as I step outside."

"I'd like to be drunk and have you there. It'll be more fun!" He pouts as he holds your hand and swings it back and forth.

"I mean, to be completely honest, I'll probably end up going because of Kass anyways."

"Because of Kass." He rolls his eyes. "Oooookay. Not because of you, Jungkook, no." He says sarcastically, brows furrowed.

"Ew. You're such a fucking whiner. Leave." You laugh, throwing an empty water bottle at him.

"I'm kidding." He chuckles. "Wanna grab dinner with me after practice?"

"Sure. If you pay." He groans

"Fine. I'll see you later." He puckers up his lips to blow you a kiss, which you automatically reject by giving him a look before turning your attention back to your homework. You were hoping he'd offer to go to In-n-Out because you were craving that #2 with animal fries and a neapolitan shake, plus there was a Target in the same plaza that you wanted to drag him to for new pens and clearance sale shopping. And you wouldn't even warn him about it. He would tag along, no question.

Hoseok stands in front of the mirrors in the studio, pacing back and forth as your dance group learned a couple of 8-counts from this new piece he had been brewing up. Apparently, it was supposed to be a couples piece but he wasn't sure if he was going to keep it that way. He watched to see if this would be better as a group, or if he should stick to his original plans.

Your college dance group was a small group formed by people with pure, genuine interest and love for modern hip hop choreography. Hoseok was the dance lead, with Jimin being the back up lead. The group came together, taught each other pieces, taught workshops for those interested on campus and performed at the various talent shows and productions the school had throughout the year. It was just your group's way of showcasing your talents, something you all purely enjoyed, and it was nice to see the love and support given by the audiences.

"Okay, run that from the top one more time please. We'll take break after, swear." Hoseok chuckles and gives Jimin the cue to start the song back at the starting point. Jungkook makes a funny face at you as he huffs and puffs, trying to catch his breath from the last time you went through the counts.

"Ew." You giggle, slightly pushing him aside. Miguel's How Many Drinks begins to blast through the studio speakers, Jungkook doing his best to sing along and match his tone all while focusing on his steps. Once you're done going through the counts, the music continues to play, Jungkook twirling over to you just to sing—

"Cause I ain't leavin' aloneeee, I feel like I could be honest, babe." He spins to your other side. "We both know that we're grown, that's why I wanna knooooow - how many drinks will it take you to leave with meeeeEEeeeE?"

"You can give me all the drinks in the world and I swear I still wouldn't." You snort, making him frown and click his teeth.

"Too bad that's not really how you act when I ask to sleep over, though." Silence as you stick your tongue out at him. Cause, yeah. You really do tell him to sleep over without hesitation. You loved his company, you can’t lie. "Yeah, fraudulent as hell. I never taught you that." He jokes.

"Shut up, Jungkook—"

"Okay!" Hoseok says, clapping his hands. "This'll be a couple piece. I honestly think it'll work better that way, just like I envisioned it. I'll work with the couple to clean this up before the performance, but to whoever isn't casted for this, Jimin still has a piece to teach the rest of you, so don't feel discouraged!" Hoseok chuckles a bit, giving the rest of the group a small smile. "So with that being said - Y/N, Jungkook, I want you two to do this piece."

"Ouuuuuuuu." Jimin teases you from the sidelines, causing you to put up your middle finger.

"We won’t let you down, cap." Jungkook swings his arm around you.

"I'll teach you the rest of the piece next practice so we can start polishing it up and making it clean before the talent show."

"Sounds good with me." You flatly say, even though 100%, you're pretty excited for many reasons. One, you had been wanting to do a solo or couples piece for awhile, and two, your partner was Jungkook. Your best friend, your ride or die, the dude you've spent so much time with and gave your affection to behind closed doors. It made you giddy just thinking about it, even if you'd blatantly lie to his face later on when he'd tease you. And Jungkook felt the same. You missed the way he subtly bit on his bottom lip when you were named his partner, just so he wouldn't smile too big in front of you.

After practice, you egg him on enough to agree to take you to In-N-Out, without hinting at the plan you had drafted out in your head earlier.  The plan that says you're gonna drag his ass to Target afterwards and he had no choice but to come along.

"Y/N, you liar." He groans. "You said you weren't gonna go to Target." He pouts as you follows behind you anyway.

"Kook, I literally just need to get one thing."

"What's the one thing that you couldn't get on your own time?"

"I don't know, I'll have to find out when we get in there." You giggled, causing him to groan again. "Plus, we're here already. Killing two birds with one stone."

"Ah shit, I suppose I can get some bottles for the party."

"Yeah, make yourself useful Jungkook."

"Yeah, make yourself useful Jungkook, aheh." He mocks your tone and does that really weird and ugly ass laugh that dudes always do when they try to mock girls, however, you ignore it because you've just stepped into Target and bitch, this was Disneyland to you. Heaven. Paradise.

"Hm, what are we drinking on Friday?" He says his text outloud as he follows you around the dollar section where you begin to pick up really unnecessary items that you're probably just gonna store away in or around your desk somewhere.

"Should be holy water because you all need it."

"Mmm, I don't know, I don't think they have that but we can check." He responds ever so seriously, causing you to chuckle.

"How many people are you expecting?"

"Honestly, I don't even know. We said we'd keep it to close friends only. I don't really have any friends, so that's all on them."

"Ah, makes sense as to how the entire class was invited." You fire back sarcastically. "Your upstairs neighbors are really gonna have a blast."

"They're invited too."

"You guys are so dumb." He laughs when you hit him against the chest. After walking a bit, the two of you head towards the alcohol aisle, Jungkook grabbing what his arms will allow him to grab since alcohol is a little cheaper here than other grocery stores. "Isn't there a limit as to how much alcohol you can buy?"

"I don't see anything anywhere." He hauls about 4 big bottles back to the cashiers. "Besides, I'm giving them business compared to Safeway and those other grocery stores."

"Grab the coupon at least, genuis. It could save you some money." You take off the coupons from the three bottles.

He looks down at the coupon attached to the 4th bottle. "Sign up today and get 2% cash back on every bottle you buy." He snorts after reading the coupon outloud. "More like sign up today and get 2% cash back turnt." He looks at you. "This doesn't sound like a coupon, miss. Where's the ‘get 5 dollars off’ bullshit?"

"2% cash back turnt? Really?" You furrow your brows at him and hand the coupons to the cashier. "Here. God, maybe you shouldn't be hosting parties with your roommates."

"Maybe not." He holds his bags, even grabbing onto yours as you both walk out to his car. He turns up the radio, the both of you singing along to the songs coming through. When he pulls up to the lot of Edgehill Village, he parks in someone else's marked spot only because it's technically next to your door and he doesn't anticipate to stay long. But honestly, that never goes as planned. He grabs your bag from the trunk, silently following behind you as you unlock your door to an empty suite - just as you expected. Kass was most likely at Jungkook’s, spending the night with Jimin, and you'd be alone for the night. It didn't matter to you though, the peace and quiet was always nice.

"You sure you're gonna be okay here alone?" You nod.

"Yup. It's kind of nice actually." You lean forward onto your bed since it's raised a little higher than usual with bed risers, and open up your laptop. Jungkook sets your Target bag down and wraps his arms around you from behind, planting a kiss on your cheek and on your jawline.

"You sure you don't want me to sleep over? Cuddles sound nice."

"It sounds like you want to."

"Only if you want me to." He nuzzles his head against your neck, waiting for your response.

"Kook, please." You chuckle. "If you wanna sleepover, then go ahead."

"Yesssss! I do."

"Well you need to find parking, or else the person that owns that parking spot will be highly upset."

"You got it, captain. Pull up a movie!" He says, dashing out of your room to move his car. He's most likely going to come back in another 5 minutes, being that the only free parking at this time of night is probably on the other end in the gym's lot, or somewhere on the streets [if he got lucky].

And so that 5 minutes sure does go by before Jungkook is breathing heavily when he walks into your room, duffle bag swung over his shoulder with a big, dorky ass smile on his face.

"I'm back!"

"I see." You snort, still going through the movies.

"Hey, let's run through what Hobi taught us first."

"Ugh, I'm so tired though."

"Cooooome on, just once." He pulls you by the hand, his body pressed against yours as his his other arm wraps around your waist. "Please." His puppy dog eyes look down at you, causing you to push him away because fucking hell, that shit makes you weak. Makes the pussy throb just a lil, you know? Christ.

"Only if you watch 10 Things I Hate About You."

"Sure, I don't mind." He pulls up the song on your laptop. The both of you face the mirror in front of you, careful not to hit each other since you had such limited space to fully move around. Running through it once was a full blown lie, being that you both are doing it for almost 5-6 times before you're laughing at how out of breath you already are. You're so out of it and winded by the last time around that you accidentally hit Jungkook in the face, causing him to whine and stumble off to the side.

"Oh shit!" You laugh. "I'm so sorry, Kookie!" You run over to cup his face. "Are you okay? You good?"

"Shit, Y/N. You have a heavy hand." He keeps his hand against his cheek.

"I'm sorry." You lean in to plant a kiss on his cheek, but Jungkook being Jungkook, he looks to the side to have his lips meet yours instead. He picks you up in one swift motion, your legs wrapped around his torso as he sits you on your bed, your hands still cupping his face. And honestly, you really wanted him. You've always wanted him since this whole thing started. God, he was attractive to you - every little thing about Jungkook was a fucking weakness, but you weren't gonna let up first. Not tonight. The scar on his cheek, his soft, fluffy hair, his toned body, his muscular ass arms, the way he held onto you when you both slept, the way he kissed you.

Lord, he was truly going to be the death of you.

Before the kiss could get any deeper, you smile into it and back away, keeping your gaze on the small, dazed smile Jungkook has on his face.

"Can we watch now?" You ask, subtly biting onto your bottom lip.

"Yeah, good idea."

"Actually, after all that, I need to shower first."

"Can I join?" His eyes light up.

"Sit your ass down. You can go after." You laugh as you hop off the bed, grabbing your pajamas for a quick shower. You literally take 10 minutes, walking back into your room with wet hair and an oversized shirt and shorts underneath. Although you had been completely comfortable with Jungkook, the both of you have never really seen each other fully naked like that. Whenever he slept over, you were both always fully clothed. You've seen him hop out of the shower and come in shirtless, but that's probably about it. You start to brush your teeth as he rummages through his emergency duffle bag full of shit that he holds in the trunk of his car, grabbing a fresh pair of clothes to change into after his shower. You already know his ass is gonna use your shampoo for everything because he loves the smell of it and always talks about how good your hair smells.

While waiting for him, you slip yourself under your covers and pull the laptop closer to you, scrolling through your phone aimlessly to see what's new on instagram. Which, is absolutely nothing, so you let out a dissatisfied sigh.

"Ready!" He comes in, tossing his towel aside and shutting off the lights to crawl into your bed with you.

"You smell just like me." You chuckle.

"It's great, isn't it?"

"Your hair isn't bothering you?" You run your hand through his incredibly wet hair as he shakes his head.

"No, I'll be good."

"Okay." He wraps his arm around you to pull you onto his body, the movie already off to a start. As the movie goes on, you find yourself getting sleep as both of your bodies sink deeper into the sheets, Jungkook still not letting you go. The laptop rests on his belly, while your head is on his chest, his heartbeat the one thing putting you to sleep pretty quickly. He's comfortable, just as you are. He's warm, you're warm. He's content, you're content. You drift off to sleep while he continues to watch, knowing your bodies will be pressed tightly against each other in the morning.

"Kook there's so many fucking people here. The cops are gonna come and shut this down quick." Jungkook shrugs.

"Oh well, wasn't my idea." He snorts. "Shot?!" He hands you a shot that you take with ease, feeling like you aren't drunk enough for all this shit and all these people. "Atta girl."

"Yuck, though." You slightly make a sour face as you feel the warmth trickle down your throat and into your stomach.

"Heeeey, whyyyyy do you look so FaMiliaR?" This girl asks Jungkook in a weird, flirty tone, where every other consonant goes up and down. She's obviously really fucking drunk and out of her mind because for one, she definitely goes to the same school as you two, and she has definitely been in class with Jungkook before.

"Oh uh, my name's Justin Bieber. I used to sing from time to time." He says nonchalantly with you furrowing your forehead at him because what kind of response did he just give her?! What did he just tell her? You're so embarrassed that you slowly turn on your heel and walk out of the kitchen as you hear him sing One Less Lonely Girl hella out of tune, with the girl completely smitten over his drunk ass.

"Where's Jungkookie?" Kass asks as she sits on Jimin's lap.

"Over there, pretending to be Justin Bieber apparently."

"Oh, nice. You don't come across that often." Jimin says sarcastically. "Are you staying here tonight?"

"Yeah, stay here tonight, with Kookie." Kass wiggles her eyebrows, her cheek resting on top of Jimin's head. "It's not like that's anything new."

"Um, I'd rather much be back in the dorm."

"That cold, lonely place? When you could be here, in such a pretty apartment with such a pretty boy?" You shake your head at her.

"Unbelievable." You mutter. Suddenly, an incredibly tall man walks into the apartment, reaching about 6'1 and almost hitting the ceiling with his tall ass. You've never seen him before, but he walks in with Hoseok and Namjoon and for whatever reason, you can't peel your eyes off of him. "Woah, who's that?"

"Who's what?" Jungkook finally comes to your side after being Justin Bieber for a good minute or so, his eyes following yours. Who was he and why were you looking at him so intensely?

"That's Kang! You've never met him?" Jimin says, doing a slight nod to greet him as he passes by. Kang and his fine self looks up at you, a small smirk creeping up at the corner of his lips as he continues through to the kitchen behind Hoseok and Namjoon. "He's a transfer and on the basketball team."

"He's fiiiiine." You and Kass swoon over him a bit, Jungkook giving you a look.

"He's alriiiight. I've seen better."

"Shut up, no one asked you." You lightly punch him on the side, making him lightly groan while Jimin and Kass laugh. The rest of the party, you suddenly have a goal to find out more about Kang and see what he's about because you and Jungkook weren't official. You both didn't really know what this was, but one thing you knew for sure was that it wasn't anything exclusive. You wouldn't bring it up, so wouldn't Jungkook - so was this really something all that meaningful?

Whatever, you didn't wanna keep going in circles about it.

Jungkook fucking hates it though, and he's honestly really jealous that you're suddenly trying to be all cute and woo the new, tall, handsome [but he's not really that fucking handsome to Jungkook for christ's sake] basketball player. Jungkook almost wants to mock his every move and how suavé he is, almost looking like a try hard with the way he's leaning against the wall and talking to you.

Wait— he's talking to you?! You were literally right next to him 2 seconds ago.

"What the fuck?" He squints, trying to make sure he's actually looking at you.

"You're so full of shit." Jimin laughs.

"What are you talking about?"

"Why don't you just admit that you like her and stop being childish about it?"

"I don't like her. She's just my bestfriend."

"Um, okay?" Jimin snorts. "When you sleep at her place every chance you get and vice versa? When she has a ton of your shirts and hoodies in her own fucking closet? When you always get so affectionate with her in the dorm? Sure, you don't like her."

"How do you know that?"

"I just do, you've done it in front of me and Kass before but you both tried playing it off. I don't understand you two."

"Well, I don't like her. She obviously doesn't either with the way she's trying to be all up on him." Jungkook glares at you, his teeth biting the rim of the cup harshly as he brings it to his lips to take a sip.

"Whatever, I'm just saying dude. Probably better to be straight up about it than not."

"Kaaaaaaay." Jungkook responds sarcastically, trying to play off how butthurt he was right now. Cause yeah, he did fucking like you. He was just scared to admit it though because of reasons like this - the fact that you possibly didn't like him back killed him. The fact that you could possibly be using him to feel wanted, needed. It made his stomach turn.

He just really liked you, and god, did he want to be the one in your bed tonight. Whether or not that ended up in sex, whatever. He just wanted to be the one to touch you, be on you.

Meanwhile, Kang was attractive as hell and ouwee, were you feeling him tonight. You were, you really were - except, you could literally feel the holes Jungkook was burning through you from across the room. You'd occasionally glance over due to how distracting it was, Jungkook literally have no shame with eyeing you, almost glaring at you, from across the apartment.

"Is it too forward if I ask for your number already?" Kang licks his lips, his teeth lightly piercing his bottom lip as he looks down at you.

"No." You smirk at him, taking his phone to put your number in.

"We should kick it soon. I'd love to hang out with you and get to know you better."

"Yeah, just let me know when." You blush, until you're suddenly pulled out of your daze by a loud 'ahem,' the loudest throat-clearing you have ever heard in your life. You turn to see Jungkook making his way back over to the shots, knowing damn well he's calling you over. "See you around?" Kang winks before he tips his cup to you and gives you a single nod.

"Sure thing, cutiepie." You bite onto your bottom lip, making your way over to Jungkook at the shot station, instantly pinching his arm.

"What the fuck?"

"Nobody was calling you over." Jungkook smirks.

"Shut the fuck up, yes you were. I know that was you clearing your throat like that."

"I'm sorry, does it bother you?" He blinks cutely, tilting his head to the side. "Besides, why come over here when you're too busy with your man?"

"Are you jealous?"

"Why in the hell would I be jealous, Y/N? Do you." The words sting you, even though part of you still wants to believe that Jungkook may actually like you. All you can do is sigh and brush it off, placing your cup down in front of him as he pours himself another shot. "You sure?"

"Just give me the damn shot." You say, making it your 7th.

And the 7th turns into 8, 8 turns into 9, 9 turns into 10. And at 10, you're pretty fucking drunk even as the party is starting to die down by the time it's close to 2am. All 10 were a good combination of shots and mixed drinks.

10 drinks.

10 drinks is what it took for you to lay in Jungkook's bed at the end of the night, hands tangled in his fluffy hair as your makeout session intensifies by the minute - all due to this sexual tension, frustration, whatever the hell it was brewing between you two after all this time. The both of you are drunk as hell, and it's pretty evident with the way you can still taste the alcohol on his tongue, both sloppily touching up on each other, kisses getting wetter, clothes coming off like there's no tomorrow.

"Wait, are you sure?" Jungkook says, about to unhook your bra.

"Jungkook, god, just fuck me." You plead drunkily, the room spinning around you. He continues to unhook your bra, tossing it across the room where your other clothes lay, peppering kisses along your neck before licking up a stripe to meet your lips again. He hooks his fingers across the band of your panties, tugging them down and letting them get lost within his sheets. You take this as leverage to tug his boxer briefs down, already stroking his hardened member the moment you come into contact with it. The sad thing is that you both are so fucking drunk, you can't even appreciate the fact that you both are naked in front of each other for the first time ever.

You can't even come to terms with the fact that you both are about to fuck each other and cross that boundary completely.

But, hell, what do you care? You were drunk. You got a cute guy's number. You're getting dick at the end of the night.

"Oh shit, Y/N." He moans into your mouth as he feels you stroking him. "Need to feel you." He quickly runs his finger down your fold, slipping in two digits to pump them in and out, quickly prepping you for his dick.

"Hnnng--Kook." You bite onto your bottom lip as your eyes shut close momentarily, your head digging deeper into the pillow the more he tries to stretch you out. "Want you inside of me."

"I got you." He says. You almost whine at the loss of contact until you feel his tip poking at your entrance. He slowly continues to slip himself inside of you, Kook letting out a small groan while your mouth was left open, a soundless moan releasing before you hiss and take in all of him. He fills you up so well, so completely. He was so big that you felt full, bloated, with him being inside of you the way he was.

"Ohhhhhgod." You whimper as he starts to steady his pace, the lewd noises of his cock slipping in and out of your wet pussy filling his room - god forbid if Jimin or their other roommate Yoongi heard this right now. It would be nothing short of pornographic.

"You're so wet. Is that all for me?" He says, causing your eyes to roll to the back of your head as he begins to aggressively thrust into you.

"Y-yes." You whine.

"Say it again."

"All for you, Kook."

"I fucking thought so." He drunkily responds as one hand grips onto your hips tightly, the other in your hair as he digs his head back into the crook of your neck, his tongue messily licking near your jaw before he nibbles onto your earlobe.

"Hmmmmgggh, Jungkook. Fuck." You moan as you start to work your hips upward into his, your clit rubbing against his pelvis, causing the pleasure to pool quickly within the pit of your stomach. It causes goosebumps to pierce through the surface of your skin, your hands gripping tighter on his hair. "You're-you're gonna make me cum. Faster." You plead. He does just so, hammering into you, the sound of his hips slamming into yours bouncing off of the walls.

"Ahhh—Y/N." He groans.

"Just like that, just like that, just like that!" You repeat, your clit feeling incredibly stimulated by the way it rubs against his skin while he fucks into you. "Oh shit! Jungkook!" You moan loudly, biting his shoulder as you feel yourself trembling hard in his grip, your orgasm taking over your entire body.

"Shit, shit, shit—Y/N, Shiiiit." He says into your neck, followed by more curses and groans as you feel him coat your walls warmly. He stays inside of you until the both of you come back down to normalcy, your breathing becoming more regulated. He slowly slips himself out, plopping next to you on the bed, but doesn't welcome you into his arms.

The night goes on, the both of you sleeping on your own sides of Jungkook's bed, not really saying a word to each other. Because the both of you, although still pretty drunk, are more aware by the time it's over and it's become so clear how fucked up this got.

You were hurt. Completely hurt. Because you didn't expect Jungkook to just fucking ghost you after that night. You wanted to talk about it, maybe come to the conclusion that you two should just distance yourselves from each other to figure this out, even if it would hurt you a lot to do so.

No.

That morning, Jimin and Kass had to take you back to campus because Jungkook had darted out of his room, nowhere to be seen until later that night. The next week or so, there were no texts, no calls. No visiting your dorm, no asking to sleepover.

Nothing.

Just radio silence, white noise, if you will.

The one thing he could come up with was a stupid response to your text when you finally caved and asked what you did wrong mid-week.

Something along the lines of 'what do you want me to say, Y/N? do you want me to force myself to feel a certain way?'

Followed by a 'i'm sorry, fuck. that came out really wrong' even though you thought it came out perfectly fine. You understood loud and clear.

Even though this wasn't really an exclusive thing, or even a 'thing' if we wanna be straight up, you still couldn't help but feel like Jungkook had just dumped your ass with no explanation and you were still waiting for that explanation to come, whether it would or not. And because of this, you started to see Kang, hangout with him more often. He even took you out on a dinner date and you really enjoyed his company. He seemed genuine, caring, supportive - even if a lot of the basketball boys were the complete opposite. He was different, you liked to think.

And so you stand in front of the mirrors in the dance studio, you and Jungkook awkwardly running through the piece with Hoseok watching, confused as to why all of a sudden the two of you have this weird tension going on. It hasn't entirely ruined the couple piece, but it hasn't brought it together, either. The both of you could barely look at each other, barely get into the movements, the emotions behind the motions. Hoseok had to correct a few things, his 'pah pah pah's' echoing in the room constantly with how many times you and Jungkook had to be set straight for your sloppy steps today.

"Okay, I'm not saying it's bad, cause it's not. But can you both please act like you at least like each other or something? What's going on with you two? You aren't normally like this." Hoseok says, coming down to a crouch in front of the mirrors.

"Nothing, we'll do better. Don't worry." You brush off the entire question with your quick response. Jungkook looks at you, his hands on his hips, lightly frowning at how much you're distancing yourself even though he knows its entirely his fault for running from his feelings and not being honest with you.

"Okay, let's do it from the top." The music starts, you getting into the piece without making any eye contact with Jungkook. Even the steps that cause you to be close and near Jungkook, you look anywhere but his eyes, and your touch is light, trying your hardest not to let any feelings pass through the motion. Hoseok is a little more pleased this time around, but it still doesn't sit right with him, so he lets you two take a break while he heads to the other studio to check on Jimin and the rest of the group.

"Hey. Are you okay?"

"Jungkook, you don't get to ask me that." He sighs and runs his hand through his hair, not sure if he should continue on or not.

"Y/N—"

"Save it, and let's just get this over with, okay? I don't wanna be here just as much as you." Your words cut him deep because dear, you have gotten him completely misunderstood and yet, he still can't speak. He still can't talk about his feelings. He still can't save this even though he wants to, even though he loathes seeing you the way you are with Kang.

"I never said—"

"Kay, ready? Let's run this full out and make it a good one so we can call it for today." Hoseok says, clapping his hands to hype you two up somehow. The music starts and you're finally able to get into the steps. The emotions. And god, it's only because you're so hurt by your own bestfriend. You're hurt that he fucked you so good, and then dipped. You're hurt that he couldn't even face you the day after. You're hurt that after all this time, he made it seem like you still didn't matter enough - at least enough for an explanation, for some kind of reasoning, conversation, behind what just went down between the both of you. Between what has been going down between the both of you.

Besides the stupid ass responses he gave you through text.

You get so into your feelings that you don't even realize you're tearing up by the time the piece is over, and Jungkook catches it even though you face away from him as soon as the music cuts out.

"Nice, okay! That was so much better! Let's pick it up next session, yeah? We'll keep cleaning it up. Thanks guys!" Hoseok says. You immediately head towards the wall, grabbing your things to avoid any confrontation from Jungkook, but he grabs your arm as soon as you slip through the door.

"Y/N, wait. Stop."

"Let me go." You yank your arm from his grip.

"Why are you crying?" He stops in front of you, his hands placed on your arms to prevent you from moving any further.

"I'm not." You blatantly lie while you aggressively wipe away the stragglers coming down.

"Really? Just gonna lie like that?"

"Why do you care? You haven't said shit to me all week." You snap back, and Jungkook is taken aback from the tone in your voice. You remove his hands from your arms, and take one last look at him before shaking your head and walking off.

Next mistake? He doesn't come after you.

This was a waste of fucking time. If he truly cared about you, he wouldn't let you hurt like this.

You let out a deep sigh before clutching onto your things and walking back to your dorm. The walk from the gym/fitness center was damn near on the other end of campus compared to your dorm. It would be a good 10 minute walk if you really took your time. A good 10 minutes to ponder on your thoughts.

Yes, you liked Jungkook. You really liked him. Having sex with him solidified those feelings even more. How could you not have feelings for your bestfriend after all the moments you've shared? Was it your fault for assuming that? Was it your fault for walking through that door when it seemed to be completely open for you?

"Sup." Kang comes out of nowhere, pulling you out of your thoughts. He swings his arm around your shoulder, gently pulling you closer to his body.  "Just got out of practice?"

"Sure did." You give him a toothless smile. Yes, he was attractive as hell. He always will be. But, even with the time you spent together, the date he took you on, he still couldn't make you feel the way Jungkook has been able to make you feel.

"How was it?"

"Um, it was alright. Nothing new really, just cleaning up the piece before the show. You're going right?"

"Why wouldn't I?" He smiles down at you. "Listen, I don't know if you've heard, but there's another party tonight."

"A party? It's Wednesday." You snort.

"Yeah, I mean, one of the boys on the Lacrosse team is throwing it at his family house because his parents will be gone. Wanna come? I'll pick you up. We don't have to stay for long." You looked at your watch.

"What time is it at?"

"Like 9ish?" Enough time for you to shower and get a quick dinner in your belly. Why the hell not? You were caught up for the week. You didn't have any pressing assignments that were due asap.

"Sure. I'll come."

"Cool. See you later then?" He says, about to part ways with you. You simply give him a nod before walking deeper into Edgehill village. You hoped you wouldn't regret this tonight, and you really hoped he meant it when he said you two didn't have to stay for long. You drag yourself into your room, seeing Kass' door wide open, revealing her packing up her duffle bag.

"Hey, where are you headed during the middle of the week?"

"My two classes got cancelled for tomorrow so me and Jiminie are heading out for a mini getaway for our anniversary." You cross your arms and smile. "He's just gonna catch up on shit when we get back I guess." She laughs.

"That sounds cute. I hope you have loads of fun this weekend, babe."

"What are you gonna do?" Kass and Jimin were obviously aware of everything happening between you and Jungkook being that they had to be the ones to take you home. They never pressed on it though, knowing you both were still pretty upset about how things were playing out. They figured you two would eventually work it out, but until then, they would just sit back and keep their mouths shut. You two were being completely stubborn, but it wasn't their relationship to fix.

"Well, there's this party Kang wants to take me to tonight."

"The Lacrosse party? Messy." She laughs. "Be careful, but also have fun, yeah? I still don’t know if I trust him.”

"Yeah I know."

"Tell me how it goes!"

"I will." You wave her off as you head into your room and shut the door. You figured you would just grab dinner on campus to avoid spending more money than you should; after all, dinner seemed to be pretty bomb tonight. You didn't mind going alone, sometimes Namjoon would join you, asking for you to bring him a plate of food while he does the hard job of sneaking inside the cafeteria through the back door. He usually waits for you at a free table and ends up staying there to have dinner with you, updating you on how life has been, how school has been. Sometimes Hoseok would join you, too. Either way, you didn't mind if no one joined. It was nice to have dinner by yourself from time to time.

You get there on time to be able to grab some food, eat quietly and head out before the cafeteria gets way too busy for your liking. You slip into the shower and throw on a mini skirt, a crop top and a denim jacket, lightly fluffing your hair in the mirror and adding a dab of lip gloss to your lips before Kang is calling you to tell you he's outside your dorm. He's wearing something similar to your color palette, however, you don't make much out of it since this also wasn't really an exclusive thing and you sure as hell weren't going around telling people you and Kang had a thing going on.

To him, you two might be a thing. You've definitely overheard people talking about you two in passing.

To you though, you two definitely weren't. And it was a big fuck you to Jungkook for that.

The house is packed from end to end already, and you're surprised being that it has barely hit 10 minutes since the party was expected to take off. Kang is having to park down the hill, allowing you to hop onto his back for a quick piggy back ride up until you reach the front of the house. There's people already fucked up out on the lawn [you figured they fucked themselves over during their pre-game session cause that shit really happens from time to time], either laying there drunkily or yacking on a free patch of grass.

Gross.

Messy, indeed.

Some people are posted, smoking blunts and offering it to people who were passing by. You and Kang both pass up on it, the idea of not knowing where it has been not sitting right with you. You both head straight to the bottles, taking shots and downing mixed drinks to chase it with so that you can catch up with majority of the crowd. Kang has his arm around your shoulder throughout the night, keeping you close to him, even when he's getting pretty drunk. You realize he's a little more handsy than usual, a little more touchy than you expected him to be. It doesn't bother you for a minute, until he really tries to hike up your skirt while you sit on his lap. You gently shoo his hand away, playing it off while he nuzzles his head against your neck.

"Let's go upstairs, babe." He says, the pet name sounding incredibly off coming from him. Maybe you were drunk, maybe you really just weren't in the mood. It just didn't sound cute, if that even makes sense?

"Okay." You respond stupidly, not wanting to cause a scene at a lacrosse party. You intertwine your fingers with his as he leads the way up the stairs, eyeing the doors as they come into view. He leans forward towards each door, making sure it's clear before opening it. You assume he finally finds one that he's satisfied with when you catch the small smirk that grows at the corner of his lips when he turns the door knob and brings you inside. He pulls you into a deep, rough kiss, one that doesn't even allow you to breathe and process what the fuck is even going on. You can't get into it for the life of you, no matter how hard you try to back away. "Wait, wait."

"What's wrong, baby? Isn't this what you wanted?" He says, kissing down your neck as he drops his jacket to the floor. He gently pushes you onto the bed, his hands traveling up your skirt as you lay there trying to push him off.

"Wait, stop." He doesn't listen. He continues until his hands are literally hooking onto your panties, his finger swiping down your clothed folds. You try fighting him off, but he's way stronger than you. He continues to be aggressive, forcefully trying to shove your panties down until you muster up all the energy you have to finally push him off of you completely. "Stop!"

"What the fuck? I thought you wanted this?"

"Who the hell said that?"

"Are you serious? The way that you're dressed and the way that you look at me. The way you approached me at your friend's party - isn't it all because of this? Because you wanted me? Why are you backing out now?"

"Jesus, get over yourself." You stand, fixing your skirt back down. He furrows his brows at you before his hand grips your arm tightly, shoving you against the wall.

"The fuck, you can't just leave without giving me anything. I brought you here to this party."

"Let me go! You're fucking sick. No one even told you I wanted this to go down. I don't know who you think you are, but you need to get yourself together and stop assuming every pussy is yours to take." He attempts to pin you, his hand holding up both of your hands against the wall while the other tries to pull up your skirt. Someone accidentally opens the door, distracting him and giving you leverage to shove him off and get the fuck away. You dart down the steps, fixing your skirt as you head outside and away from the house.

Fuck, you're far from campus. And Kass and Jimin aren't around.

God.

You groan and run your hand through your hair as you continue to walk down the hill and into the neighborhood to get as far away as possible from that house and that gross ass dude. He was literally just like the rest of the basketball team. You've heard stories and they weren't nice. Looks like he was trained well already, and that shit was sad. What a waste. A beautiful human being with such a nasty, sick mindset. You hoped other girls hadn't fallen for his shit.

Ugh, it sends shivers down your spine. Bad shivers.

"Hello? Y/N?"

"Kook, can you come pick me up please?"

"Yeah, yeah. Of course. Where are you?"

"I'll drop my location. Please hurry." You say, looking back to make sure your coast was clear. You drop the pin into your text thread with Jungkook and sit on the curb until his arrival. It's getting pretty chilly out, and the denim jacket you're wearing fails to provide you with the warmth you're looking for. Sooner or later, Jungkook is pulling up, damn near hopping out before he can shift the gear into park.

"You okay? What happened?" He says, opening the door for you before rushing over to the driver's seat.

"Nothing, can we just go back to your place?" He nods silently, and doesn't press any further after hearing your tone. He watches from his peripherals how you fiddle with your fingers and constantly reach to pull your skirt down even though he doesn't think there's any other way you could pull it down even more. He watches as he parks the car on the curb in front of his apartment how you simply undo your seatbelt and hop out to walk straight into his apartment. He watches as you welcome yourself into his closet and pick out some clothes for you to change in.

You were hurt, and his blood boils thinking about who could've done this and what they could have possibly done.

I mean, no. He knows who did this, but the question was what exactly did he try?

He hears the shower turn on, then quickly get turned off after a good 5 minutes. You had stepped in for a quick body shower, using Jungkook's bodywash just to rid yourself of feeling gross. Feeling gross from being shoulder to shoulder all night long, people breathing down your neck. Kang touching you inappropriately. You slip into Jungkook's clothes, his scent wrapping around you entirely. When you head back into the room, Jungkook has his headset back on as he faces his computer, logging back onto his game of League of Legends. You silently toss your dirty clothes to the side of his room, making a mental note to grab it tomorrow morning and toss it straight into the laundry.

Straight into a fire, perhaps. But you loved those clothes so much, it was unfortunate it'd have such a horrible memory to go with it.

Jungkook slowly removes his headset again and removes himself from his game before he heads over and sits on the edge of his bed. You simply look at him, pursing your lips tightly together to prevent yourself from crying.

But he can tell.

"What happened Y/N?" The question triggers you, making you cry into your hands as he sits there, dumbfounded and worried at how he can fix this and make you feel better. "Look, you don't have to tell me all the details but please tell me how I can help. At least tell me if I need to beat Kang's ass." He says, pulling you into his arms.

"He tried to fucking take advantage of me." You mumble as you remove your face from your hands.

"He did what?" He manages to ask even though he has a hard time swallowing the lump that formed in his throat. He already assumed you had placed him in the same category as Kang even though he never intended to take advantage of you. He really took that night as something special [even drunk], and he never meant to make you feel like you were a used object. Not like Kang.

"He-he," You sniffed. "He tried to force me into having sex with him. He took me upstairs at that lacrosse guy's party or whoever the hell it even was, and he started to aggressively kiss me. And then he tried to force my panties down and touch me there, and—"

"Okay, please don't go on or else I'll literally go over there and tear his ass apart right now. I promise you." He says sternly, his jaw clenching tightly. "God, fuck. I'm so sorry Y/N. I can't apologize on his behalf but fuck, you didn't deserve that." He uses his sweater to wipe your tears.

"I don't even know why I'm crying, this shit isn't even worth it." You groaned. "It's just overwhelming to process, I guess."

"That's okay." He says, letting out a sigh as he brushes his hand through your hair and continues to wipe the stragglers falling from your eyes. "Anything I can get you right now?"

"No, I'm probably just gonna go to bed." He nods. "Thank you for picking me up."

"Of course. You know I'll always be there." He says. You slip yourself into his sheets, watching as he makes his way back to his desk. But fuck, the only thing you needed right now was him. You didn't want this distance anymore, and you just wanted to be comforted in true Jungkook fashion.

"Wait."

"Hm?" He hums as he has a hand placed on the  head of his chair while he turns to you.

"Can you just lay with me?"

"Yeah." He says, shutting off his computer before making his way over to you in the dark. You feel him slip in next to you, his arm snaking around your shoulders so he can pull you close and onto his chest. "Better?"

"Yeah." You say, shutting your eyes as you listen to his heart beat.

"Y/N."

"Yeah?"

"I never meant to take advantage of you, or make you feel like I used you that one night." Silence. "It was dumb of me, but I just— I had trouble coming to terms with my feelings. I was scared that you wouldn't feel the same way, but I thought fuck it, at least you would know, right?"

"What are you talking about, Kook?" You ask, close to a whisper.

"I'm saying that I really fucking like you, Y/N. No, that's not right." He curses himself. "I-I uh, I'm in love with you. And I don't know if I messed this up already with the way I acted, god I hope not, but you at least deserve to know that I truly do value you and that you mean alot to me. That night, even though we were pretty plastered, it meant a lot to me. It was more than just sex and I'm sure you felt that too." He waits for your response as his fingers rake through your hair. "Please say something, anything."

"I feel the same way, Jungkook. You're an idiot for running off, but I couldn't even stay mad at you. You just know how to hit my soft spots and I can never say no to it. Can never turn my back on it." He presses a kiss against the top of your head.

"Fuck, I'm really glad to hear that cause I don't know what I would have done besides cry if you rejected me." You playfully hit his chest.

"You're annoying." You jokingly say as you chuckle.

"I'm sorry. I really am. I never wanted to hurt you."

"It's okay." You look up to press your lips against his before laying back down.

"And Kang better be fucking glad you're pressed against my body right now because I'm still looking to beat his ass."

"He's not even worth it." Is the last thing you say before you find yourself drifting into a deep sleep, in the comfort of Jungkook's arms.

"You two feeling okay? Nervous?" You and Jungkook shake your heads. "Good, you guys got this. You've been looking amazing during practice, the audience will love you two, no doubt. Just remember to show emotions through expressions and hit every beat sharply." Hoseok nods in unison with the both of you.

"Got it, thanks Hobi." You smile at him toothlessly. You and Jungkook patiently waited for your turn backstage, the talent show already off to a wild and fun start. So many students came by to showcase their talents - from beatboxing, open mic, freestyling [like Yoongi did], dancing, singing, you name it. It was always a fun time at the talent show, and it was always nice to see people getting love for the shit they loved to do.

"You're up next." Hoseok says. "I'll be in the front row. Kick ass and have fun!" He says as he rushes off towards the opposite end to head back out to his seat in the theater.

"Ready?" Jungkook holds out his hand for you to take.

"I think so." You playfully respond as the backstage crew is rushing out the previous talent and rushing you two in to take your places on stage. The lights pick up as soon as the music starts, Kang's big ass head already in full view for you. He's definitely not smiling, no, he has a look of pure disgust because he simply couldn't get what he wanted from you.

And boy, who's fault was that? Not yours, no sir. It was his fault for thinking he had it like that.

But anyways, you're feeling the music, you're feeling the piece because you're dancing with your bestfriend and there wasn't this grey area anymore. It was easier to get into the motions, to get into the feeling, especially when things felt right between the two of you.

And God, what else is more attractive than Jeon Jungkook hitting his 8 counts so smoothly, with just enough umph to make it pop but make it pop cleanly.

Yo, please. I beg. Send some help. You could literally melt on stage.

The moments where Jungkook has to be close to you, where he has to touch you - you let him, and you touch him with meaning. You don't stray away this time because you have no reason to. The crowd is cheering, lots of 'ou's' and 'aw's' erupting from various places in the theater.

"Pretty lady." Jungkook whispers in your ear as the move requires his hands to be placed on your hips for a quick moment. You hear him slightly singing along to the song as he parts from you, causing you to blush.

Sooner or later, the couple piece is over and the song is transitioning to Jimin's piece, you and Jungkook rushing off the stage so the next group can take their positions. Jimin wanted to test his limits, creating a piece a little different than his usual taste - Chris Brown's Came to Do begins blaring through the theater speakers. You immediately jump into Jungkook's arms once you both reach backstage, the both of you immensely happy and pumped that you got through the piece without messing up one step or beat. It went so smoothly that Hoseok was standing in the front row, clapping and cheering in typical Hoseok fashion. You intertwine your fingers with his, slipping through the side door to catch Jimin's piece on stage. You and Jungkook are cheering them on, always impressed by the shit your friends can come up with. You both loved dancing, but you couldn't even imagine coming up with your own pieces to teach people.

That night after the show, everyone heads to a nearby restaurant for dinner with everyone. You all take up almost an entire section of the restaurant, splitting two long tables to accommodate the entire group with doubled the waitresses to take your orders. You settle for water, splitting an abnormally huge and filled deep dish pizza with Jimin, Kass and Jungkook. It was a good day, a good night, everyone at the table happily eating and chatting it up over dinner. You turn down any drinks because to be honest, drinks lowkey make you queasy just from the thought of how much you drank at Jungkook's apartment, plus the added bonus of that party Kang took you to. Jungkook declines as well, knowing he has to drive you back safely.

Jimin and Kass head back to the apartment because Yoongi says he's gonna hang out with Joon And Hoseok for a bit, and they warn you and Jungkook that things may get loud so the both of you decide to really stick to the plan of bringing you back to the dorm. Jungkook does his usual routine of dropping you off first before finding parking around campus. You hop in the shower and come out in Jungkook's oversized crewneck that he left in your closet, forgoing the shorts because you certainly thing that at this point, he'd love to see you in his sweater and panties.

And he does. He smiles as he pulls you close, his hands traveling up your sweater, only to find out that you literally don't have shit on besides some cute little boyshorts. He feels himself hardening in his pants quick because he's incredibly attracted to you and everything about you, always has been, always will be.

"You did amazing tonight." He says, gently kissing your forehead.

"You did too, partner." He gives you a slightly shocked look.

"Is that all I am to you? Your dance partner?"

"Yeah, why? Were you expecting more?" You joke as you smile up at him.

"Yeah, I was."

"Oh?" He gently swoops you up into his arms, your legs wrapped tightly around his torso as he sits you on the bed, his hands resting on your thighs while you continued to hold him around the neck. "Care to tell me what you were expecting?"

"Well, you know, my best friend—" He presses a kiss against your lips, thumbs gently rubbing circles against your hips. "My girlfriend."

"Hm, say that again?" Your fingers are gently playing with the ends of his hair, your lips barely grazing his.

"My girlfriend." He says closed to a whisper, kissing you softly. The kiss deepens quick, Jungkook's tongue lining your bottom lip as his way of asking for permission to take it further. You gladly take it and let him in, your tongues instantly fighting for dominance. Your fingers travel up his hair, tugging ever so slightly just to let him know you want more. That you need more.

And he gets that.

His fingers hook onto the band of your boyshorts, tugging them down and letting them fall down your legs and onto the floor. He breaks the kiss momentarily, his brown, puppy dog eyes looking straight into yours.

"Hey." He says, brushing the hair out of your face.

"Hm?"

"I know I said the last time was special, and it was. It is." He corrects himself. "But, I wanna do right by you this time around. So, is it okay if I keep going? Are you comfortable?" He asks properly, since the two of you are both sober and perfectly coherent, aware of your surroundings and the fact that you'll be seeing each other fully naked in a few minutes.

"Yes." You respond. "Yes, I want you to keep going. I want you. This." He simply nods, bringing his lips back onto yours. His hands climb up your sweater and gently gives your breasts a good squeeze, earning a small moan from the both of you. His other hand begins to travel down to your pussy, two long fingers slowly probing your entrance and causing your breathing to hitch.

"You okay?" He asks lowly. You nod, biting onto your bottom lip as you tilt your head back and rest on your hands, no longer able to keep up with the kiss due to all the pleasure starting to pile up deep in your core. Jungkook starts of slow, his head now buried into the crook of your neck as he works his digits upward, tickling at the right spot.

"Ohhhh, Kook." You mewl as his tongue swipes across the surface of your neck, biting gently beneath your jaw. He begins to pick up the pace, the sounds of him finger fucking you filling up the room entirely.

"Fuck, you're so wet baby." He groans into your neck.

"I'm gonna cum." You whine, teeth almost piercing through your bottom lip in between your whimpers.

"Need to taste you." He removes his fingers and sinks down in between your thighs, gripping onto them and pulling you just a teensy bit more off the edge of the bed so he can get a good angle. The sight of his eyes looking up at you in between your legs is to die for, and the sight alone is enough to make you cum. But, you hold on, you ride out for a little longer - feeling Jungkook's tongue swipe in and out of your folds before he's sucking endlessly on your clit.

"Ahhh, fuck, wait, Jungkook!" He slightly smiles while eating you out, signaling that he's not stopping even if you beg him to. "Hnnng—shit!" You moan loudly as you feel yourself toppling over the edge, your body shaking in Jungkook's grip. You twitch every time he continues to suck gently on your sensitive nub, letting you ride out the rest of your high. He comes back up to your lips, the taste of your own cum lingering on it as you kiss him deeply.

"You taste so good." He says, back to twirling your nipples in between his fingers.

"Wanna feel you." You fiddle with his jeans, undoing his belt and sliding the rest down as much as you could. Jungkook gets out of his shirt and tosses it aside before helping get the sweater above your head. His eyes glow at the sight of your bare body in front of him, wanting to do nothing but please you and please you well.

"God, you're so perfect." He places kisses down your collarbone, to the surface of your breasts before quickly swirling his tongue around your perked buds. You moan as you tug down onto his boxer briefs, immediately stroking his hardened member while he tended to you. Jungkook was a fucking beauty himself - his soft hair, his perfectly toned body, his long 'thick in all the right places' dick.

"Please." You plead. "I want you inside of me." You whimper, causing Jungkook's breathing to hitch when you slightly tighten your grip at the base of his shaft. He gently pushes your hand aside to take over, lining himself up at your entrance. He inserts the tip, watching your eyes roll to the back of the head as he slowly sinks into you.

"Mmmmmgod." He moans. "So tight for me, baby. So fucking wet and tight." He repeats, close to a growl. Your moaning begins to pick up, matching the pace of his thrusting. You're still on the edge of the bed, Jungkook keeping you steady by gripping your thighs tightly. He marvels at the sight of your titties bouncing up and down with every thrust, hissing and shutting his eyes momentarily to keep himself grounded and to prevent himself from coming too quickly. Cause god, he can literally blow any second now.

"Jungggggkooook, yessssss!" You moan loudly, whining even at this point with how good he feels fucking into you at such a fast pace. You're feeling slightly sore already from him hammering into you, but nonetheless, it builds more pleasure for you and you want nothing but to reach your high again. "I-I'm coming!" Jungkook moans in unison with you when he feels your walls pulsating against his cock.

"Such a good girl for me." He says, slowing his pace. The creamy sounds of Jungkook's cock slipping inside and out is music to the both of your ears. He finally gains the courage to remove himself, sitting next to your spot on the edge of the bed and pulling you onto his lap. You swing a leg over, your hands resting on the nape of his neck while you sink yourself lower onto his length. Your mouth opens to let out a moan, but the best you can do is let out a hiss. It feels too fucking good that you can't even process it thoroughly. Jungkook pushes your lips down onto his by grabbing your neck, his other hand guiding the movement of your hips as you roll into him.

"Mmmggg—Jungkook." You whimper in between kisses. "You feel so fucking good, god. You're gonna make me cum again."

"Yeah, cum for me. Cum all over me. It's yours." He grunts, his hands guiding you to work him faster. Your movements are getting sloppier, and you feel your wetness starting to coat his pelvis. He doesn't give a fuck though, and neither do you. This shit feels too good for you to worry about the mess you're making on him.

"Cum with me please." He moans at the sound of you whispering into his ear.

"Faster, baby." He says, almost making you cry at how awfully close you are to unraveling. You tug onto his hair, your head buried deep into his neck as you try and suck onto the surface, trying to find an outlet, some kind of release, until you let go. You suck harshly as you coat his cock with your cum, leaving a purple mark right at the base of his neck. You continue to ride out your high, rolling your hips sloppily as Jungkook finally lets himself go, his moan bouncing off of your walls as his seed fills you up warmly.

You stay in your position, slowly raising your head to cup his cheeks and kiss him deeply once more.

"Fuck, I love you." He says slightly pulling away.

"I love you too." You giggle.

"Didn't actually need any drinks to do this now, did we?" Jungkook jokes, softly pinching your hip.

"Shut up."

"Damn, you both couldn't even at least try to be quiet?!" Jimin yells from outside the door.

[haleigh-sloth]

I think you may have talked about this before, but I was wondering what your ideal living situations for the LOV trio will be after the series ends? Touya will go and stay with his family I guess, but what about Shigaraki and Toga? Will they live with All Might or Aizawa or someone to get their footing back in the world? With mandatory hangouts with the kids and at the Todoroki residence of course (for some reason I've had the image in my head of Shigaraki on a bike with Toga behind him, and he just keeps ringing the bike bell over and over outside of Touya's window like hop on loser, we're going shopping...)

I have talked about it before but I always try to sugarcoat what I think will happen so people don't jump down my throat.

But, I'm beyond that now and I don't care. Plus my predictions really haven't changed since like...early 2021.

Let me start with saying that, yes there is always the possibility of the hospital ending, where the LOV get institutionalized to "heal", but I personally have a lot of issues with that and hope it doesn't go that way. And, for the reason I don't see it going that way, is that the readers (us) and the kids won't get to see the immediate payoff of their decision to save. It feels a bit too close to "oh try to keep it realistic!" Fuck realistic. Let them heal with the power of newfound friendship with the hero kids and family (for Touya). Jeez.

Anyway:

Touya:

Touya I think will go home. Plain and simple. I think he'll be with his siblings and his mom in the new house Endeavor built for them.

Toga:

I think Toga will end up at UA. I think there is more than enough existing content to lead up to this. Of course it could easily not, but again, these are my predictions.

Toga being the only villain who is high school age is an indicator. Toga being obsessed with the UA kids is another big indicator. Even after having found healthy bonds with the LOV members, she continues to reach out and try to get close to Ochacko, Deku, and Tsu. It's relevant enough to her character for the author to go out of his way to point it out in a volume extra, because he couldn't clarify it in the panels—

—and then there is extreme unlikelihood that she and her family will want anything to do with each other ever again. There’s also the fact that this drawing now exists, as if to say “hey, what if? 🤔”

I expect Toga to be integrated into the Deku friend group too. Like this is a canon friend group I 100% can and do see happening:

The jump festa drawing basically showed me my vision without me even asking 😂. So I think there is a lot of precedent set for her to end up at UA, under Aizawa's watch* (expanded on below).

Shigaraki:

Shigaraki I think will be another Eri situation. Aizawa gives him a place to stay and slowly heal at his own pace at UA, but also contribute to and participate in life things. I think this is the most ideal and also likely, because in this scenario he's around Midoriya and Bakugo. Given Midoriya's track record of keeping relationships with the people he reaches out to and saves (Bakugo, Shouto, Kouta, Eri), I don't think Shigaraki will be an exception to this. And I expect having Midoriya around is gonna be an integral part of his healing journey anyway. I always expected that from the get go, and that hasn't changed. I expect him, Bakugo, and Midoriya to have a life long friendship also. I think we'll see that it happens.

Also, another small little detail I find kinda funny, Shigaraki is also kinda fixated on UA? Lol, he watched the sports festival, which is fine, but what's funny to me is that during the Re-Destro fight he went out of his way to quote their fucking motto 😂:

Literally why quote a high school that you never attended, your most hated icon/idol/symbol teaches at, and that your nemesis attends. If not to just, live for it in the moment LOL. Like....just more little hints that he wants to be a part of the bigger, acceptable part of society. It's just funny.

**Okay, following up on Aizawa. Sigh. We're still waiting for the manga to touch on this. But this whole speech here is just so on the nose:

"You have to fight" is exactly something that needs to be said to the LOV between the being saved, and the ending the war. They need to be told what Aoyama here is being told, before everything concludes.

Then this:

It's exactly something that needs to be said to the LOV at the end, after all is said and done. It's the perfect speech they need to hear, right before they start their lives again and head into the scary unknown, in their new environment, with new people, new circumstances. It's just....too perfect.

The fact that it was Aizawa who was the one to say it, to Aoyama who is feeling loads and loads of regret, and feeling irredeemable and hopeless, and the fact that Aizawa briefly thought of Kurogiri during this speech, all of this is what leads me to expect Aizawa to play this type of role at the end.

And then, a less credible reason but still worth noting imo--Aizawa's clear, obvious, blatant inspiration character from Naruto:

--played this role EXACTLY. Played the "you're pardoned, but don't fuck it up" role. He's the one who gave the "Normally you'd be punished, but the only reason we're all alive is because of you, so you get another chance" speech. So like...I expect nothing differently from Aizawa lolol.

For the LOV in general, I absolutely expect everyone to keep in contact with each other. I've said it over and over and over and ov--

I've said it a million times but I expect an FMA-esque ending where we see that everyone got their own happy ending, but also stayed in each other's lives.

Anyway those are my predictions and what I hope for. I'm gonna save this post so that I can come back to it later and see how accurate or off it turns out to be lol.

[etheriaaly]

Just The Two Of Us [C! Tommyinnit x GN! Reader]

FLUFF TO ANGST (PLATONIC)  WARNINGS: Mentions of suicide, suicidal thoughts, character death, cursing

Reader pronouns: They/them 

A/N: Hi, this is my first DSMP fanfic so uhh I hope u enjoy lmao. There might be grammatical errors so pls do not mind it :D

ɴᴀᴠɪɢᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ∣ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ

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[Y/N] already lost count of all the pranks and chaos they made with Tommy. They didn't like causing havoc or pulling pranks on people but if Tommy asked them to tag along, they would. Tommy is their best friend after all. Plus, where's the fun in life without a little risk?

[Y/N] was just at their Cottage house, peacefully making the potions that Quackity ordered just hours ago. Since [Y/N] is a skilled witch, it was no shock when they owned a Potions business. Everyone in the SMP server knows about this and they usually come and buy their potions. 

They were about to finish the last set of potions that Quackity ordered until they ran out of ingredients. "Dammit." [Y/N] muttered under their breath. They turned around and immediately went to find if they have any stock ingredients in their barrels or chests.

When they saw no stock ingredients, [Y/N] sighed and decided to do some last minute ingredients grinding. It was until they opened the door and saw Tommy standing in front of their house door.

[Y/N] knew that his presence is no good because that motherfucker is grinning ear to ear. They playfully groaned and asked, "What is it this time child?"

"Hey, I told you not to call me a child anymore!" Tommy suddenly protested, feeling insulted but went back to his sly grin and said, "Let's prank Skeppy and Bad." 

"That's a horrible idea." 

"Come on, bitch. It'll be fun." 

And they did come with Tommy. A couple hours had passed and [Y/N] had already forgotten about the ingredients they were gonna get for Quackity's potions. Tommy said that Big Q's order can wait but the prank can't. 

It wasn't long after Bad and Skeppy saw the two teenagers doing their little harmless prank on them. 

[Y/N] caught sight of the two and immediately tugged on Tommy's shirt. "Fuck, Tommy we gotta go." 

Tommy, unfazed and still focused on the prank, said, "Just a little longer." 

[Y/N] nudged Tommy's side using her elbows as the two teenagers can now hear Skeppy and Bad's incoherent yelling drawing closer and closer to them. 

"RUN!" [Y/N] yelled as they both left the things they used to try to prank BBH and Skeppy. 

The two let out a laugh as they ran away. Tommy constantly turned his head back to see if Skeppy and Bad are still after them. 

[Y/N] and Tommy continued to run even though Bad and Skeppy stopped coming after them. It wasn't until the two teenagers finally stopped running so that they could catch their breath. 

"What now?" [Y/N] gasped, who is still out of breath from both running and laughing at the same time. They looked at Tommy. 

Tommy grinned again and then grabbed their arm, "I have something pog to show you." 

[Y/N] didn't question Tommy and just let him drag them to a mountain. 

Once they have reached the destination, [Y/N] let out a 'wow'. The view is breathtaking and it is very peaceful. The mountain isn't that very far from the SMP but it looks like very few have come across this part. 

"So, what do you think?" Tommy asked, looking at the view. The view consists of the calming ocean waves and a peaceful sunsetting with birds passing by. 

[Y/N] turned to Tommy and smiled, "This could be our secret spot." They slowly walked towards the edge of the mountain cliff but were immediately stopped by Tommy. 

"Oh, [Y/N] wait. Be careful, the edge of the cliff looks really faulty." Tommy warned. 

[Y/N] immediately stepped back a little and took note of what Tommy said. But, they were still curious and looked down at the edge of the cliff, only to see the water from below. 

If someone would fall from this cliff and took a heavy impact on the water, that person wouldn't survive due to how high the mountain cliff is. 

[Y/N] then proposed, "You know, when things are stressful and stuff. We can just go here, sit in silence and look at the view as the wind or the waves takes away our problems for a while." 

"Just the two of us." The blonde haired lad said and then they both stood in silence, admiring the view and beauty of the server. 

Oh, if only you could turn back in time and relive this memory. If only things are still the same the way it was before. 

It's been so long since [Y/N] had fun and peace. Probably so many months since Tommy first showed them their secret mountain hangout area. 

[Y/N] currently stood still, gazing at the view that was once calm and peaceful but was now replaced with sounds of flying TNTs, fireworks and screams from the background.

They were in no state of mind as of the moment. They don't even know what to do anymore. A lot has changed ever since the wars, the exilation of Tommy. 

[Y/N] sniffed, wiping their tears using their now mangy sleeves caused by the current chaotic event. They continued to stare at the ocean, a potion of poison glistening in their hands. 

[Y/N] looked at the Potion of Poison that they were holding and pondered whether to drink it or not. 

Maybe it's best to end it once and for all. They don't have anywhere to go anyways. They don't have any friends or family to turn back to since everyone is against them or thought badly of them now. 

[Y/N] can't even go back to L’manberg as well since they're now a wanted criminal for breaking the laws and escaping from their house since they're supposed to be on house arrest for the crimes they didn't even do. 

They opened the cork of the potion, but they didn't drink it yet. They let their mind wander for a while and process everything that has happened. 

Maybe Dream was right. Maybe the people they loved never even cared for them at all. Maybe it was all just a lie. Maybe—

"[Y/N]." A familiar voice that they haven't heard in a while. 

It was windy. The cool breeze of air touched their skins. But along with the wind, there are particles of TNT or fireworks dusts. 

The [H/C] haired person turned around and saw their best friend for the first time in months. 

"Tommy." [Y/N] replied. Their voice were hoarse and dry. "What are you- What are you doing here?" 

"I could ask you the same thing." Tommy glared at them.

[Y/N] quietly groaned, closed their eyes for a while and pinched their nose bridge, still holding the potion on their other hand. "So, you believe all that shit?"

"Enough for me to believe the fact you tried to murder Tubbo, burn my invites and team up with Dream." 

Tommy added, "Maybe they were right about you. You're Dream's sibling after all." 

[Y/N] scoffed and threw their available hand around the air, "He may be my sibling, but we are never alike." 

"Why, [Y/N]? Why did you do it?" Tommy asked, hands gripping tighter on his sword. "Did Dream finally get into your head for you to commit these crimes? Or did you just do it because it's in your blood?" 

"You don't know a thing that happened," [Y/N] harshly spit back, completely trying to avoid the topic of Dream. "Of course you don't. You were exiled."

Tommy never understood why. Why had they turned like this? He felt rage and betrayal. During his exiled time, Tommy thought that they were gonna be that one person who would try to find him. Comfort him or even send him secret coded messages. But no, he received nothing. 

It hurts. Hurts like hell to know your best friend turned their back on everyone. A best friend that he has known for years. A part of him wants to believe they didn't do it but the proofs are enough for him to believe it was really them. 

"Well, you really can't blame me can you? You can only blame yourself," [Y/N] said. "This all started because of you and your stupid discs. All you ever care about is the FUCKING DISCS. Wars started, lives were lost, relationships were destroyed, all just because of those discs." 

They had never done this before. This was their first time just being angry and shouting at each other. Although this might be new to each other, it was obvious that they have been bottling up their emotions way too long. 

"You know what?! Things would be so much better if only you didn't exist." Tommy instantly regretted what he said as soon as he saw a potion glisten from [Y/N]'s hands. 

He may not be an expert but he knew well enough of the potions due to him hanging out too much with them before. "What are you doing?" Tommy immediately asked. "Is that a potion of poison?" 

"Nothing for you to care about." [Y/N] turned back towards the cliff and stared at the view once again. 

"Just the two of us again here, huh?" They said as they pulled the potion towards their mouth, just inches away from the lips now until Tommy hurriedly ran towards [Y/N] and tackled them. 

"What are you, an idiot?!" Tommy scolded as they both fought each other while trying not to fall from the cliff. He tried to pull the potion of poison away but it was hard since they kept gripping on it. 

It wasn't until Tommy was finally able to remove the potion from [Y/N]'s grasps. He threw the potion far away as it got smashed on the ground. 

The two of them were too busy fighting over the potion to notice that one of them is now standing on the faulty edge of the cliff. 

[Y/N] was on the edge of the cliff and accidentally backed away from Tommy, thinking there was still space. A loud shriek came out of their mouth.

Tommy immediately ran towards the edge, scrambled on his feet and looked down. Luckily, [Y/N] was able to hold onto the edge but their hands are shaky and tired from all the things that just happened. 

"I got you, I got you." Tommy frantically muttered, his breath increasing as to not knowing what will happen next. 

[Y/N] grip is slowly failing. Once their hands slipped, Tommy instantly grabbed their hands and tried to pull them back up. But, he too was tired from everything that has been happening. 

He tried to pull them up again but it was no use. Stress was adding up even more the moment they both felt the edge of the cliff shaking once more. 

Tommy can't do it anymore. So, he let out all the tears he's been trying to fight back. 

"It's gonna be okay, Tommy. Let me go." 

The blonde haired teen's eyes widened at [Y/N]'s statement. He can't do it. He can't bear to lose another loved one in his life. 

"I can't lose you too, [N/N]." Tommy croaked. 

The two might've fought just minutes ago but this is now a life and death situation. Problems and angst aside, they still care for each other. 

"You already did." Tommy's eyes widened in confusion and sadness. [Y/N] forced their hand to slip from his as Tommy tried to tighten it even more. [Y/N] had a few energies remaining, so they used it to push themselves off the cliff with their foot, making Tommy let go. 

For Tommy, everything is going so fast that his mind almost stopped working. 

But everything was in slow motion for [Y/N]. The fresh wind was so refreshing, almost making them forget what is currently happening to them. 

They closed their eyes, not wanting to see anymore reactions from Tommy. This is their end. This was meant to be. 

The moment [Y/N] chose to fall out from Tommy's grip, the blonde panicked and set aside all items he had with him. Without thinking properly, he lunged himself off the cliff. The only goal he had in mind was to save [Y/N] before it's too late. 

But he was, indeed, late. 

Everyone's communicator beeped. They all took at least some time to look at what the message could be on the communicator. As soon as everyone read the 2 words, their jaws dropped. 

[Y/N] drowned. 

[tommybaholland]

Hello! May I request a one-shot for Haruka Nanase where he's on a date with his crush and he's trying to put to the test all of the advices his friends (rin, asahi, kisumi and ikuya especially because they'd give the worst advices lmaoo) gave him, and he's just sooo awkward, and the gang is following him around on his date because well it's his first date and they're curious to see if he follows their advices, but they end up getting caught after haru kisses the reader and he's so upset and embarrassed ruskdbdj (I hope it's understandable and not weird or anything?)

harping on haru

featuring: haruka nanase

thank for being patient with me on this one! i’ve been rewatching the show and it’s inspired me a lot. can’t wait to write more for these boys. get comfy and enjoy! :) 

haru had a secret. 

except it wasn’t much of a secret because makoto knew about it, of course. and right now that ‘secret’ was making them late. 

“hey, guys. i’m so sorry we’re late,” makoto apologizes as he and haru rush to meet the other three boys.

“it’s about time! what took so long?” exclaimed asahi.

“it really wasn’t that long, dude,” ikuya remarked.

“it’s okay! glad you guys made it,” beamed kisumi. 

“well, haru seems to have made a new friend.”

“haru... made a friend?” 

“we can tell you more when we get there, right, haru?” makoto suggested, looking over to his dark-haired friend.

“sure.”

the five boys went on their way to asahi’s sister’s cafe to have their weekly hangout. it was hard to all get together at the same time with makoto’s job, haru, ikuya, and asahi’s swimming practice, kisumi’s basketball club, and that’s not to mention that ikuya went to a completely different school. so to compensate, they met every weekend to stay in touch and catch up with each other. 

after hearing about haru’s new friend, the boys wasted no time in asking about it as soon as they sat down at the table.

“this is haru we’re talking about right? the one who doesn’t really talk a lot and when he does it’s usually an equivalent to a knife in the gut? that haru?” kisumi added. 

“haru? do you want to tell them?” prompted makoto. 

haru looked away, the stoic expression ever-present on his face. 

“it’s not that big of a deal.”

“haru, we said that we would tell them more,” makoto muttered, nudging him with his elbow.

“you kind of said everything.”

“oh, come on! if it’s making you late to meet your best friends for lunch then you must tell,” asahi insisted.

makoto gave up and decided to give a little more detail than haru would currently offer. “they go to our school. you guys might know them,” makoto explained, looking to asahi and kisumi. 

“well, i don’t know them,” ikuya added. 

asahi nodded. “yeah. ikuya doesn’t even know them! you could at least tell us their name.”

haru finally decided to speak up. “it’s y/n.”

“hmm. the name rings a bell but i’m drawing a blank in their face,” asahi pondered. 

“i don’t think i know them either,” admitted kisumi.

makoto nodded. “they work at the cafe on campus. they’re there right now--”

“oh my gosh! we should go there,” asahi offered. “i mean, it’s not like haru is going to tell us anything.”

“you’re so stupid, asahi,” ikuya refuted. 

“i think it would be fun to go,” kisumi added.

“what do you think, haru?” makoto asked.

“i don’t care.”

“okay. why don’t we eat and then we can go on the way back?” makoto proposed.

the other boys agreed and continued their meal. they also continued asking questions which were getting more personal by the minute.

“so have you asked them out yet?” asahi asked in a suggestive tone. 

“what?” haru asked incredulously. 

“i don’t know if we should be asking that just yet, asahi,” makoto cautioned. 

“i mean, i feel like he’s not wrong,” kisumi said. “i’m still wondering why haru, out of all people, suddenly has a new friend. there might be a reason.”

“or asahi just wants to see if he has a shot with them,” muttered ikuya.

“well, i will say,” makoto started. “haru does seem to like them.”

“i do like them,” haru revealed nonchalantly.

“do you like them enough to take them on a date?” questioned kisumi.

haru shrugged, seeming to really think about his response. “i don’t know. maybe.”

“okay. now we really have to see what’s so great about this person if haru talks to them and likes them,” asahi declared. 

after finishing their food, they quickly headed over to the campus cafe. more like asahi starting running and the other boys followed after him. they got to the campus coffee shop right as they were closing. the boys stood outside from a considerable distance in a circle, taking turns looking so it wouldn’t be too obvious that they were watching someone who was inside, sweeping the store. 

“hey, i think i know them,” asahi observed on his turn.

“that’s y/n.”

asahi eyes widened in realization. “oh, yeah! they’re in my psychology class. i think they’re pretty smart too. i could always use a study buddy…”

“you are a simple creature, aren’t you?” ikuya commented. 

“well, you can’t deny that they’re very attractive,” asahi replied, running a hand through his hair seductively. “and, uh, beauty and brains? that’s how i like it.”

ikuya rolled his eyes at the redhead, ignoring his comment. he turned his attention back to the rest of the group. “so what do you like about them, haru?”

he asked the question but got no response. haru usually kept to himself but was never dead silent. the other boys turned to see that haru was no longer with them. 

“where did he…?”

“guys, he’s over there,” kisumi pointed out.

the four boys turned their heads toward the shop to see their friend talking to the person in question, who was now standing outside the shop. they observed the interaction carefully as this was something that they didn’t see everyday. y/n smiled and beamed as they talked to him, seeming very carefree and comfortable with him. 

“y/n.”

“oh! hey, haru,” you greeted. “funny i’ve been running into you a lot today. what’s up?”

“just going home.”

“me too! would you want to walk together?” 

“i would but i actually wanted to ask you something.” 

“this is so strange,” kisumi observed aloud.

“i have to agree,” ikuya spoke. 

“why do you guys think he likes them?” kisumi asked, looking to the other three.

“uh, hello? i just explained everything that you guys need to know. it’s pretty obvious. and you guys say i’m the stupid one,” asahi huffed.

“he’s talking about haru, not you,” ikuya replied. “and you still are the stupid one.”

“yeah, well, i can do that too! idiot ikuya.”

“what do you think, makoto?” kisumi asked again, looking to the taller boy. 

“i’m...not sure. i have to admit, i’m quite surprised as well. i haven’t really asked him about it all that much.”

“do you think rin would know?” ikuya suggested.

“how would he know? he went back to australia, idiot ikuya,” asahi remarked.

“well, i just mean maybe haru’s been talking to him or something-- i don’t know!” 

“it’s possible,” makoto agreed. 

“oh, he’s coming back!”

the boys scrambled to reform their circle and act naturally as haru walked back up to them. 

“could you guys be any more obvious?” he sighed. 

asahi immediately cut to the point. “so what were you guys talking about?”

“i told them we could go somewhere together sometime,” haru replied.

“what does that mean?” ikuya asked.

“we’re going to go somewhere and do something together,” haru elaborated in the vaguest way possible.

“makoto, translation, please,” asahi prompted.

“haru, do you mean that you asked them out?” 

“isn’t that what going somewhere and doing something together means?” 

“yeah. if you’re dense,” ikuya reacted.

“is that what you asked them?” kisumi asked, trying to get more information. unfortunately, not only was haru vague but candid as well.

“i asked if we could go and do something together.”

“and that’s how you said it?” asahi replied, following in kisumi’s tracks. 

haru was bewildered by their reaction. what was not making sense here? “yeah? what else was i supposed to say? it doesn’t even matter because they said yes.”

ikuya sighed, kisumi laughed, and makoto smiled awkwardly while asahi facepalmed. 

“oh my god. you’re hopeless,” asahi spoke out loud. “did you at least tell them where you would go and what you would be doing?”

“no.”

“haru!” makoto exclaimed.

“can’t believe i’m saying this but i actually agree with asahi,” ikuya admitted. “they must like you too if they agreed to that.”

“i’m going to think about it,” haru elaborated. 

“it’s okay! we can help him out, right guys?” kisumi offered. 

“that’s the spirit, kisumi! we’ll create the perfect date for you, haru,” asahi assured. 

“i’d rather you not.” 

“have either of you ever actually been on a date?” ikuya questioned. 

“in fact, ikuya, i--” asahi started before cutting himself off, thinking about it. “well, have you?”

ikuya looked away from him, muttering something under his breath. 

“do they like to swim? why don’t you take them swimming?” asahi proposed. 

“i’m not sure that’s a good idea,” makoto commented.

“uh, only it’s a perfect idea. haru likes to swim, he’ll get to show off, and see them in a swimsuit-- ow!” 

asahi rubbed the back of his head where ikuya had smacked him. 

“maybe we should call rin?” makoto offered, pulling out his phone. haru nodded in agreement while the other boys congregated around makoto’s phone.

“oh, that’s a great idea! rin’s probably getting all the australian hotties! lucky bastard,” asahi muttered. 

“hopefully he picks up,” makoto said as the phone rang on speaker. 

“hey, makoto. what’s up?” rin answered.

“hi, rin. haru, asahi, ikuya, and kisumi are with me too.”

the simultaneous greetings followed by haru’s monotonous “hi” probably sounded like a disorganized chorus through the phone, causing rin to laugh in his response.  

“hey, guys.” 

“we called because we wanted to get your advice about something,” makoto explained. “haru’s going on a date soon and--”

“wait, wait. sorry, makoto. stop right there. haru is going on a date? i think i have pool water in my ears,” rin replied. 

“yeah! isn’t it just the most outrageous thing?” kisumi exclaimed while the other boys chuckled. 

haru chastised the salmon-haired boy. “shut up, man.”

“okay. so what does he plan to do on this date?” rin asked. 

“that’s what we need help with,” makoto replied. “haru didn’t exactly tell them where they were going or what they were doing.”

rin didn’t speak for a few moments. then he started to chuckle. “well, i guess that’s our haru.”

“at least i asked them,” haru pointed out. 

“that’s true, haru,” makoto commented, grinning at his friend before looking back to his phone. “what do you think rin?”

“um...do they like swimming? haru could take them to swim.”

“that’s what i suggested!” asahi exclaimed. “brilliant isn’t it, rin?”

“well, at least that’s expected from you,” makoto replied, ignoring asahi. 

“listen, guys, i’m sorry that i’m not much help but the truth is i really don’t have much time to be dating. my advice is as good as nothing,” rin said candidly. 

“i don’t believe that bull,” asahi protested. “tell me you wouldn’t want someone making your fancy healthy breakfast for you in the morning and kissing you before you leave...and whenever you want basically.”

rin didn’t hesitate in his response. “okay. well, first of all, asahi, if i did have the time, i wouldn’t be looking for what someone can provide for me. it’s not about that. it’s more about finding someone who you wholeheartedly care about and want to show what they mean to you or that they’re worth the effort you put in.”

it was quiet after his reply, his words marinating in the air. he spoke up moments later.

“and secondly, do you even know how to use a stove?” 

the other boys laughed while asahi crossed his arms and pouted. “ugh, whatever!”

meanwhile, the gears in haru’s mind were turning after hearing what rin had said. it made sense to him. he realized that he must care about you more than he thought. he suddenly felt stupid for impulsively asking you out. it was admittedly a move to show the other guys that he’s more than how he looks and has the capability to talk and spend time with someone other than them. he was now determined to make this first date one to remember. 

“that’s great, rin. thank you,” makoto spoke before saying goodbye along with the other guys and hanging up. 

“okay. that was a bit of a lost cause. what now?” asahi questioned. 

“oh, come on, asahi. at least he agreed with your swimming idea,” kisumi pointed out. 

“that’s true. i still think you should use that idea, haru.”

haru ignored asahi’s proposal, turning to the other guys. “what other ideas do you guys have?”

the three exchanged glances with each other as if this were a test and were looking to each other for the answer. they then looked away to think for a moment. 

“bet none of you can come up with an idea as awesome as mine!” asahi gloated. 

“well, considering it is the first date, i’d go with something simple, like a walk to a cafe,” makoto suggested lightly. 

asahi scoffed. “boringgggg. also, they already work at the campus cafe so i’m sure they’re sick of coffee by now.”

haru nodded before turning to the remaining two. “what about you guys?”

“you’re good at cooking, right, haru? you could make them dinner or something,” kisumi proposed. 

“oh, that’s a good idea,” makoto agreed.

“what?! that’s probably just as intimate as my idea!” asahi exclaimed. “but that’s the kind of dating advice you would get from a guy named ‘kiss me,’ i guess.” 

“i mean, i would like it if someone made dinner for me,” kisumi elaborated brightly.

“yeah. and i’m sure haru would love it if someone went swimming with him,” asahi retorted. 

he had a point. haru did love the water more than anything else. if this went well, maybe there was a chance that he could share his one true love with you. 

“alright, mr. moody. what do you have to say?” asahi prompted ikuya. 

ikuya took a few more seconds to collect his thoughts “hmm. it’s not really a date idea but maybe you could also show them a little physical affection, like holding their hand or touching their arm. or maybe you could compliment something about them and it doesn’t always have to be physical. that’s what i would want if someone wanted to show me that they like me.”

haru considered all of his options. none of them were necessarily bad ideas but he isn’t so sure about doing any one of those. 

“what do you think, haru?” makoto asked. 

“i’ll come up with something,” he replied shortly before turning to walk back to his apartment. 

the other boys looked at him incredulously as their elusive friend walked away. 

“well, you’re welcome for the advice! makoto, i seriously don’t understand how you deal with him sometimes,” asahi commented. 

makoto chuckled softly. “well, that’s haru for you.”

-

a few days had passed since the boys tried to help haru figure out what he should do for this date. as the last class of the day had ended, asahi and kisumi were walking together to go back to their apartments. coincidentally, they ran into makoto on the way. 

“oh, hey, asahi, kisumi!” makoto exclaimed back at them.

 “are you coming with us?” asahi asked without context. 

“uh, where?”

“to watch haru on his date!” kisumi answered, chuckling with asahi. 

makoto sighed, shaking his head. “oh, i never should’ve told you guys when they were meeting. we should just leave them alone.”

asahi looked past the tall boy and recognized someone standing further away. “hey, ikuya! over here!” 

“oh, no. not you too,” makoto replied in an exasperated tone as the dark green-haired boy joined them.

“i’m just here to see if he actually goes through with asahi’s idea. it sounds like something a weirdo like haru would do,” ikuya explained. 

“yeah. makoto, aren’t you curious to find out what happens? this is your best friend from elementary school, all grown up and ready to romance someone,” asahi persuaded suggestively. 

“i’m not sure i want to know if you say it like that. plus, i’ve got work a little later.”

“that’s perfect! we won’t stay the entire time and i’m thinking they’ll be done sooner than later,” asahi predicted. 

makoto turned kisumi “you’re going too, kisumi? what about your club?” 

“i canceled practice today just for this!” kisumi replied with his signature bright smile. 

makoto sighed, knowing that this probably would not end well. 

“alright. so are we going or what?” ikuya pressed impatiently. 

“yes. let’s go,” asahi led, beginning to walk toward the campus cafe where makoto had previously shared where you and haru would be meeting. the other two boys followed him, leaving makoto behind. 

“come on, makoto,” kisumi beckoned. “you know you want to!” 

makoto sighed again before running after them. “wait for me!” 

the boys arrived at their destination just in time to see you and haru exiting from the cafe. they hid behind trees and hedges in the small garden across the quad. 

“why are we doing this again?” makoto asked in a quiet voice, feeling childish. 

“think of this as important research, makoto,” asahi explained. “and we’re watching out for our friend.”

“i guess,” makoto sighed for what was probably the third time in an hour. 

the boys watched as you both stopped right outside the cafe, haru holding something out to give to you.

“what is he giving them?”

“i’m not sure. it looks like a bento box.”

kisumi gasped. “did he make something for them?”

“this is for you,” haru explained, holding the nicely wrapped bento box up to you. 

“thank you. aren’t we going somewhere though?” you asked, curious as to what he had planned. 

now haru was beginning to see the problem with leaving this as more of a surprise on your end. truthfully, he had no idea what he was doing. what if you didn’t like what you were going to do? or worse, what if you said you liked it but never talked to him again after? 

there was no going back now. 

“i’ll show you. let’s go.” 

“if i had to guess, it’s probably mackerel,” makoto remarked, the other boys reacting in agreement. 

“wait, i’m confused. are they going somewhere or did he make them something?” ikuya questioned, straightening up as they were beginning to walk away. 

“well, this is why we’re here boys,” asahi replied. “they’re moving, let’s go. 

the boys loosely followed the couple as they made their way to their next destination, which wasn't reached until they had walked around the same block about four times to end up at a cafe. the four sat in the outdoor seating across the street from the cafe that you and haru had entered. not only were they confused but somewhat unamused as well. 

“alright. this has been the strangest date ever,” asahi commented. 

“it was your idea to follow them around,” ikuya pointed out.

“i know,” asahi whined. “but they lost me at walking in circles for about twenty minutes. “also, why are they here when he gave them food to eat?”

“yeah. this is interesting,” kisumi agreed. “at least he followed your advice, makoto.”

“it seems like he might’ve taken it a little too literally, though,” asahi observed. “why didn’t they just stay at the campus cafe?”

“like you said, genius. they’re probably sick of the coffee there,” ikuya proposed. 

“actually, i think it makes sense. this is a cat cafe and i remember haru mentioning something about them liking cats,” makoto revealed.

“wait, so he didn’t even tell you what he was going to do?” kisumi asked.

“i mean, this is haru we’re talking about.”

“point taken.” 

“oh my gosh, i’ve always wanted to come here!” you exclaimed. “between work and studying, it’s hard to find a moment in the day to do whatever you want, you know?”

you entered the cat cafe with him and ordered some cute cat-themed drinks and pastries. as you sat down to enjoy the treats, you realized that you still had the bento box in hand. 

“so what was this for if we were coming here?” 

haru pushed back the feeling of embarrassment. he should’ve given it to you later on.

“we’ll need it later, i guess,” he answered simply. he tried to turn it around and not think about all the nerves he was experiencing. “you always enjoy it later if it gets too late.”

“that’s true,” you replied. “whatever it is, it smells delicious.”

“that still doesn’t explain the bento box,” asahi said, continuing to poke holes through haru’s date logic thus far. 

“maybe there isn’t food in it?” ikuya purported. 

“what else could be in it then, genius,” asahi taunted.

“shut up, stupid asahi.” 

as the date progressed, the destinations only got weirder as the boys followed them to the indoor pool on campus. 

“okay. what are we doing here,” ikuya rhetorically, thinking that haru was just mocking them at that point. he really did not want to believe that they would actually end up there.

“oh my god! is he actually about to do what i said?” asahi exclaimed excitedly. “i have to watch this.” 

they peeked their heads through the windows outside the pool to see that you and haru weren’t swimming at all but rather sitting on the edge of the pool with your feet only inside the water. 

“what’s going on? i can’t see,” ikuya said, cupping his hands to see through the reflection of the glass.

“don’t be so obvious, idiot ikuya!” asahi scolded. 

“guys, quiet,” makoto shushed. “i think they’re eating whatever is in the bento box.”

“is it mackerel?” kisumi asked. 

“i’m not sure. it’s hard to tell,” makoto replied. 

you opened the bento box as you sat next to him at the pool. 

“i hope you like mackerel.”

you chuckle as you see a large piece of fish on top of plenty of rice with fried vegetables and some sort of sauce on top. 

“i do like mackerel-- wow, haru. did you make this? it looks great. i don’t have any chopsticks, though.” 

“oh, i have some. here,” he replies, handing you a pack of chopsticks. 

you set the food down in between you and him, shifting your body to face him, leaving one leg in the pool while the other crossed on the surface. he mirrors your movements and shifts to face towards you, which made you realize that you would be the only one eating. haru, on the other hand, had been painfully aware of this since they walked into the building.

“would you like to share it?”

“i don’t have another pair of chopsticks.” why didn’t he at least think of bringing another set?!

“i don’t mind sharing if you don’t. i promise i don’t have any germs,” you joked.

haru chuckled softly. “i believe you. me either. you take the first bite.”

you nodded, bringing the bento box closer to you with your other hand. you poked at the fish and rice, trying to get all the flavors in one bite. 

“you really like mackerel, don’t you?” you asked him before taking your first bite. 

“yeah.”

you nodded as you chewed trying not to talk with your mouth full. “this is really good. where did you learn to cook like that?”

haru thinks back to when the first time he was intentionally left home alone. “i had to after i only ate canned mackerel for a week in middle school and then ended up in the hospital with low blood sugar. my friends wouldn’t leave me alone for three days after that. they stayed at my house with me while my parents were both away and helped me cook.”

“those sound like nice friends,” you remarked after finishing your second bite and handing the box to him. 

he takes the box and chopsticks from you, grinning down at the food as he speaks. “all of them live here in tokyo. you know makoto but kisumi and asahi go to school with us. ikuya goes to another university”

“oh, that’s cool. wait, asahi shiina?” you asked, the name sounding familiar. 

“yeah.”

“i have a class with him. he’s really funny,” you noted.

“and stupid,” haru thought but thankfully didn’t say it out loud. “so i’ve heard.” 

“but that’s nice that you’ve been friends for such a long time. i haven’t hung out with anyone in high school since i came here,” you remarked.

“yeah. they’re actually really good friends.” 

it was actually amazing that they were still close, even after all they had been through, rin included. haru felt really lucky in this moment. 

-

the sun was beginning to set as the group of boys followed you and their friend back to the main part of campus. 

“well, i hope you guys are happy. i missed work but luckily someone was there to cover for me,” makoto frowned as he put his phone back in his pocket. 

hie comment was ignored as asahi continued to joke about the date.  

“i can’t believe they shared a bento box,” asahi snickered, holding his hands behind his head. “he didn’t think to make two?” 

“i thought it was cute! and besides, maybe that was part of the plan,” kisumi hinted. 

“if that’s true, then we severely underestimated haru’s date moves,” ikuya joked. 

“wait, guys. they’re stopping. get over here!” 

the four quickly jumped out of the way, hiding in some foliage for the second time that day. they observed as haru and you stood facing each other and rather close. this had their mouth dropping open as they observed where this, rather intimate, interaction could be leading. 

“do you think..?” kisumi started.

asahi answered quickly, not letting him finish his question. “no. we never talked about kissing.”

“his hand’s on their shoulder. what is he doing?”

“it’s moving up to touch their-- oh, no. they pulled away. what’s happening?” 

it didn’t make any sense. it seemed like it was going great, despite the events being a little out of order and somewhat strange. so why were you pulling away?

asahi was quick to point fingers for this nosedive. “ikuya, this is your fault. you’re the one who told him to touch them or whatever, you pervert!” 

“oh, yeah, like your swimming idea was any better!”

makoto tried to deescalate the situation. “guys, stop! you’re gonna cause a scene.”

the two boys continued bickering to the point where it started to get physical as asahi tackled ikuya into the grass. meanwhile, makoto and kisumi tried to pull them off one another as they continued fighting, both verbally and physically. 

“you know, we wouldn’t be fighting right now if you hadn’t thought of this stupid spying thing!”

“like you were against it all,” asahi refuted. “you came running as soon as i suggested it!” 

“yeah because i care about my friend--”

“what are you guys doing?”

the four stopped their movement and quieted down as they, looked over to see haru standing in front of the hedge that they were hiding behind. 

“hey, haru,” makoto greeted nervously. “h- how did you find us?”

haru stared at them with an unamused look. “it’s not a very good hiding spot. also, everyone can hear you.”

they peered behind him to see you standing not too far behind him, watching the scene. 

“um, hi, makoto,” you greeted a little awkwardly.

“hey,” he replied with flushed cheeks.

you turned to the redhead. “and you’re asahi, right?”

he didn’t reply, his mouth slightly agape and simply nodded with an “uh-huh.”

“nice to see you!” you smiled. “ are these your other friends too, haru?

“yeah. that’s ikuya,”

“hi,” ikuya waved awkwardly, still embarrassed by this whole situation.

“and kisumi.”

“hello! nice to meet you,” kisumi beamed with a smile, unfazed by any of what was happening.

“you haven’t answered my question,” haru addressed the four. “what are you guys doing here?”

“to see that ikuya gives the worst advice ever and completely ruined your date!” asahi exclaimed.

 “that’s not true! stupid asahi. this is all you and kisumi’s fault!”

“so you followed us the whole time,” haru concluded. “i saw you guys when we were at the pool but i ignored it. turns out that i gave you too much benefit of the doubt.”

“we’re sorry, haru and y/n,” makoto apologized, looking back to you. “we were just curious about how haru’s first date would go but we were really just being nosy. sorry again.”

“wait,” you spoke up, turning to haru. “this is your first date?”

haru turned to you and nodded as the other four boys stood up off the ground. 

“wow. you sure had this well thought out for a first date!”

“yeah. with some help from his best friends,” asahi interjected, wanting credit where it’s due.

“you guys helped him plan this?” you asked.

“well, kind of,” makoto replied modestly. “we all gave him some ideas but he did what he wanted with the rest.”

“but it was nice knowing that you listened to our advice, haru!” kisumi commented. 

“most of your ideas alone were okay but rin had the best advice,” haru explained before turning to you. “i wanted to make this a memorable first date so i took everyone’s ideas and tried to show you that you’re worth it.”

everyone was shocked to hear those words come out of his mouth. none of them spoke as haru continued.he couldn’t help but have a quiet grin on his face as he spoke to you. 

“but it was a little weird so sorry about that.”

“no! i had a great time. thank you, haru,” you replied, grinning back at him.

something still wasn’t adding up. 

“so if you had a great time, why did you pull away from him just now?” ikuya questioned.

“i, um,” you paused, trying to think of how to say it. “when i agreed to go out with you, i had this feeling of excitement. however, i wasn’t sure where this was going to lead and sometimes i’m a little slow to warm up. i’m sorry if i offended you by pulling away.”

haru nodded in understanding. “i wasn’t offended at all.”

“i will say that hearing you say all that just now was reassuring. your words match your actions, even if they were more eccentric than one would normally do,” you joked lightly. 

haru looked away, slightly embarrassed. “well, i’m glad you liked it.” 

he glanced over to his four friends, sighing. “and thank you guys for helping me. even though your ideas were dumb.”

“you’re welcome, haru,” makoto smiled. 

“glad we could help!” kisumi agreed. 

“asahi’s idea was still the stupidest one. checks out, though,” ikuya insulted nonchalantly. 

“you know what? i don’t even care that you’re saying that,” asahi proclaimed. “it all worked out in the end and that’s all that matters, right?”

he wrapped an arm around ikuya’s shoulders while ikuya crossed his arms and pouted, mumbling an, “i guess.”

you looked over to haru as he smiled at his friends, admiring the care that they had for each other. it made you feel warm inside and now there was something you wanted to do.

“um, haru?”

“yes?” he turned to look at you. you could get lost in his blue eyes. 

“can i hug you?”

“of course.”

“okay,” you confirm shyly before you stepped closer to him and slide your arms under his, wrapping them around his lean waist. haru kept his arms up around your shoulders, firmly hugging you, and letting his head lean on your shoulder. 

the other boys watched the sensual scene, vocalizing their actions out loud. asahi gave haru a quiet thumbs up which made him glare over at his friends. he rotated you away from their line of sight while continuing to hug you. 

asahi threw his arms around kisumi and ikuya. “well, i’d say our work here is done boys.” 

meanwhile, you went to pull away but haru kept you close. “just stay here. they’ll go away eventually.”

and they did exactly that moments after he said it and you could only guess it was because no one knew them better than he did. 

-

bonus: 

“oh my god, it’s happening!” 

“everyone stay calm. just stay calm.” 

“why are we doing this again?”

“yeah. i’d say this had reached a new level of low, even for you, asahi,” ikuya commented as they observed you and haru in the middle of a sweet kiss. 

“and i’d say you’re just jealous,” asahi retorted. 

“guys, please,” makoto warned. “let’s not get caught again. i might just die of embarrassment.”

“why? i think they would be the ones to-- whoa. is, is he using tongue?!” asahi exclaimed, not looking away. 

“wow, haru’s got some moves,” kisumi observed, continuing to look as well. 

“ugh, you guys are so gross. i’m leaving,” ikuya announced. 

“i think someone would feel better if they had an s/o of their own,” asahi remarked, raising his eyebrows suggestively. “we could help you with that.”

“shut up, stupid asahi!” 

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[spyoikawa]

can i pls request friendship headcanons with mina ashido and kyoka jirou

here it is. I have finally achieved inner peace. the original purpose of my blog 😩😩😩 *ascends*

warnings: none! if there is anything, please let me know!

Friendship Headcanons with Mina and Jirou

✿platonic✿

Mina Ashido

the really cool friend, where you don't really feel like you're in her shadow but you're still kinda in awe of her sometimes

she's very touchy with her friends, she likes to loop her arm through yours while walking, or giving hugs as greetings

always has a plan to hang out, just say you want to see her and she'll know what to do

and for those plans, she doesn't want to make her friends run around a lot when they just want to hang out, but she definitely won't let things die out

she enjoys things like shopping, going to a park, or staying at home doing dance routines just to keep the mood up and alive and everyone moving

she's also 100% for just chilling. She would do study dates, but that seems boring, shed much rather bring over a game or clothes/makeup to have makeovers

speaking of. gender is a construct to her. It doesn't matter if you're masc, femme, or neither, she will give you make overs (if you're comfortable with it) because you're pretty no matter what

she also likes being around you a lot. loneliness and boredom make her feel a bit more down compared to others, so she'll always be checking in with you. Stopping by your dorm, sitting next to you in class, walking you places, etc.

she's also really supportive (especially vocally) of everything you do. You're going out to do something for yourself and possibly others, so who is she to stop you?

Kyoka Jirou

although mina is cool in an exciting way, jirou is cool in the actually cool/chill way

her sense of humor is in small comments rather than big jokes, it makes it a lot easier to laugh with her and understand her thoughts

she's not as big on pda as others, but she might hang onto you/rest her head every now and then

she does prefer the silent hangouts where you can just sit in eachothers presence, but she's never opposed to going out somewhere

makes the most elaborate playlists for you, and will make at least 5 to make sure each one has a specific move so you don't get shuffle play whiplash

she likes to learn new skills with you, so if you start a new hobby she'll probably try it at least once with you, if she likes it and you're cool with her tagging along she'll continue joining you

she does this because she wants to be a part of your life and know what you're doing. it's also her way to show her support

passing notes in class does make her a bit anxious with the fear of being caught, but if you sit close to eachother she might doodle on your hand and paper. Never really full drawings, just little doodles or patterns but they still look really elaborate

she seems a bit quiet to outsiders but she really does love talking with you, and she could go on forever about her passions. she absolutely loves it when you bring something up later that you remembered from her talks, and she'll do the same for you

[hoekageyama]

the big push

summary: you’ve always admired your best friend reki. he’s truly the best friend anyone could ask for. he’s sweet, funny, talented, and always pushing you to do new things. there are only 2 things that he hasn’t been able to coerce you into: skating + being his.

warnings: bad writing, nothing else rlly

w/c: 734

a/n: hi, just some fluffy shit for reki bc of brainrot. enjoy <3 also ew ew ew the summary bleh

* might make a part 2 of this soon

reki kyan was always throwing caution to the wind for his love of skating. growing up being neighbors with the rowdy boy was always an adventure. if he wasn’t knocking on your door begging for you to hangout, he was crying with his head in your lap because he scraped his knee for the nth time this month learning a new trick.

you never really learned how to skate. you were always too afraid to try, even though reki would beg and plead endlessly. reki promised you countless times that he’d catch you if you fell. hearing those words leave his soft lips always made your heart skip a beat.

“y/n, do ya wanna come with me tonight?” he asks, bouncing in his seat excitedly. “hmm.. that depends. where are ya takin me?” turning to look at him, you see that he’s got his journal out on his desk. he’d been drawing in it for weeks. probably plans for another new board.

instead of answering your question he opts for sliding a little envelope out of his jacket pocket. he doesn’t break the eye contact as he pushes it into your desk.

opening the envelope you find a sticker with the letter s on it. after hearing him talk about it so many times, you knew exactly what this was for. “ki, thanks but... i don’t really know if i sho-“

he leans forward suddenly, grasping your hands. “please y/n! this is gonna be a big night for me. i need my best friend, and good luck charm there to cheer me on.”

the look in his eyes makes your heart skip a beat. suddenly hyper aware of the lack of space between the two of you, you brush him off with a sigh. “fine... i’ll go. but you owe me takoyaki.”

“hell yea!!!” he cheers a little too loudly, catching the attention of your home room teacher. he’s shushed quiet but as the teacher turns his attention back to the blackboard reki leans into you. he whispers, a little to closely, “i’ll get you whatever you want, pretty girl.” causing your whole body to stiffen and your brain to malfunction.

you figured this would happen. reki always had to take on the biggest, meanest opponent possible to prove himself. he’s a great skater, everyone knows that, but he just can’t let anyone badmouth his style.

“ki, you need to stop moving so i can wrap your wrist.” you say with an annoyed sigh. he’s been fidgeting constantly since the two of you arrived at your house.

“agh sorry, y/n. i just... i can’t believe i let him get to me.” he’s lying on his back in your bed when he throws his good arm over his eyes with a groan.

“reki, you did amazing. you’re a great skater. he just played nasty instead of letting his skills do the talking.” when he doesn’t answer, you continue. “as far as i’m concerned, you won that race, ki. you’re extremely talented.. and well..... i’m proud of you.”

you feel his frame stiffen at the heartfelt compliment. you take advantage of his lack of movement, finishing the wrap on his arm with a metal clamp to keep it in place. before you can move, he grabs your hand with the one you were just holding.

“thank you, y/n. you always know just what to say.”

it’s a sweet moment. the two of you looking longingly into each other’s eyes, neither daring to look away. he slightly leans in towards you. inches away from your face. your breath gets caught in your throat at how his breath fans over your face.

just as his lips were a hair’s length away from yours, his phone rang. cutting the moment short. “s- sorry y/n. it’s my mom, i’ve gotta go. catch you tomorrow?” he sputters the words out, rubbing the back of his neck. 

his cheeks now a deep shade of red as he hobbles through the door of your bedroom leaving you in a similar state. just when you think he’s gone, he pops his head back inside, “thanks again… i mean it.” he leaves with a smile plastered on his face, one that hurts his cheeks after holding it for too long. you sit in your room, finally able to breathe again, wondering if his heart was racing as much as yours.

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[nagito-kissmaeda]

Yandere Komaeda Headcanons submitted by Chaos under the cut (y) Warnings: Slight nsfw, yandere behavior, stalking, mention of suicide, masturbation (not very explicit.)

Yandere Nagito probably wasn't very Yandere before you came along. The unlucky boy was probably still the funky little creep to his classmates as always but as soon as you step through the doorway of 77-B's classroom then he kind of just thought, "Oh, they're pretty." And continued with his day. He didn't think too much of you.

If you were an ultimate who walked into the classroom, he wouldn't have thought much of it besides the idea that "YoU wErE sPrEaDiNg HoPe 😩"

If you were a reserve course student, on the other hand, he would think he is slightly superior. So, if you talk to him he'll feel like he's better than you but won't say anything except under certain circumstances (ex: You ask him for his opinion of you, his opinion on reserve course, that kind of stuff. At least, he's honest :/) But keep in mind, he only really acts like this when you two first meet.

After getting to form a friendship with you (however that happened, I'll leave that up to you), his crush on you takes shape quickly.

He mostly just did small stuff that made it obvious that he liked you (whether he realized it or not.) If you weren't around he'd be asking everyone in sight if they knew where you were. He'd linger uncomfortably close to you whenever you two were together. The unlucky boy also tended to...✨follow✨ you.

Bestie, run while you still can 🏃‍♀️💨 because after he kidnaps you you're gonna be more like ♿

(I guess that's assuming you can run at all...sorry if I offended someone ._.)

When you two are hanging out, he eventually opens up to you about his illnesses and past. All of what he told you would probably be a lot to process so the only thing you can think of besides, "I'm so sorry that happened to you," is that you just hug him. Now he's shocked. You're both shocked. wOAH! Nagito doesn't move at all during the hug and probably forgot to breathe because c'mon...homie hasn't received any form of physical affection for God knows how long. He's drawing a total blank and the first words that spring to his mind are, "I'm going to marry them."

You cannot tell me this man doesn't want to get married one day. Yes, his luck sucks fat juicy butt but it's just something he craves and can be selfish about. Nagito's opinion on his want for having a spouse goes back and forth, like how the fitness gram pacer test works (I bet some of you don't even know that this is something outside of a meme lol.) He probably got this desire from seeing how bad his parents' relationship was.

Nerdy headcanon stuff you don't have to read: So, it isn't canon that his parents had a bad relationship but I imagine that they did because Nagito mentions that his mom had never complimented him and he gained a massive inheritance after his family's death. Let me explain my logic on those. Nagito's mom probably never complimented him because she didn't like or want him. I also headcanon that his parents were in an arranged marriage which is why they were so rich and why I think they had a bad relationship, because let's be honest, not all arranged couples are comfortable with one another. The arranged marriage also could've been the reason why his family was wealthy, it could have had to do with business and work. So to wrap it all up, Nagito's parents are rich because of an arranged marriage and they don't really like each other and they had a kid that neither of them wanted so now it's a broken family with a fucked up kid. I know that sounds like a stretch but that's why it's a headcanon and not actually canon lol.

After that one hug, that's when he truly sees you as some sort of ethereal Deity that he was sure he was going to wed in the future (Hell, he'd probably settle for right there, right now.) He no longer cared if you were an ultimate or not because now he saw you as something even greater. Of course, he still views himself as scum but even scum has desires that they are willing to do anything for.

After Nagito had come back to his dorm, the realization hit him that if he was going to marry you, he would have to be worthy of your hand in marriage. So, he prepares. By that I mean he starts stalking you a lot.

You two were already friends on social media so you probably didn’t dwell too much on it when you found him accidentally liking old posts. He’d go on your socials and scroll through it looking for every little bit of information he could find on you. Sometimes he'd strike gold and other times he'd dig up dirt. Nagito began talking to you a lot more so he could gain some information on your likes and dislikes. You only assumed that he was more comfortable with talking to you now because he confided his troubles in you but in reality he was planning your future life with him. Once in a while you'd invite to your dorm whether it was for hangouts, study sessions, or just sleepovers (he absolutely LOVED it when you brought those up.) The only opening he had to steal stuff is when you went to the bathroom and when that happened all he'd do every single time is go to the closet, grab another one of the pillow cases that the dorm provides, and switch them out with your current ones. When the pillowcase stops smelling like you then he just sticks it in the school's laundry basket where things like bed sheets, pillow cases, and blankets that belong to the school go.

After weeks after weeks of obtaining bits and pieces of information on you such as food you like and dislike, what your family is like (If you/your oc has one), your favorite movies, music genres, and clothing, etc., He eventually realized that he lacked three more things. Romance, experience, and…"performance."

The one thing he absolutely needed to learn first was "How to kiss." Even though no one sees his search history besides him, it was still very  embarrassing to put those words on his computer. He typed those three letters into the google machine and ta-da! A wikihow page and a YouTube video were apparently his best options. He opted for the latter and watched as a lady and her boyfriend demonstrated how to perform different types of kisses. Intimate and sexual. He feels awkward just watching this and he feels like he should practice but...on what? Luckily for him, there is a perfectly good pillow lying on his bed.

...This was definitely weird. His chapped lips were pressed against the plush pillow as he imagined he was french kissing you. This doesn't seem like the greatest method but Nagito doesn't seem to have any other choice.

The pillow in front of me was wrinkled and slightly wet from where I had last kissed it. It felt beyond awkward to kiss a pillow and imagine it was your future partner. I couldn't imagine them walking in on me as my face was buried in a pillow while moaning out muffled noises. It would be far too embarrassing but, I've faced worse. Practice should continue or else my mouth will never come as even a fraction of pleasure to my love. I approach the pillow and lay, stomach down, on my bed again. While this has been an awkward situation, my insides are starting to feel like they're on fire! It's probably just the thought of Y/N floating around in my brain. I take a deep breath before cupping my hands at the corners of the pillow and diving my mouth towards the pillow once more. I start off with a short kiss but continuously start moving my lips against, what I imagine to be, their lips. I move my bottom lip more often than my top. Imagining I'm trapping their lips against mine. Just the thought of trapping them makes me grind my hips against the mattress a little. Even though I'm soft I still let out a little whimper. Does Y/N even like it when their partner makes noise? I wasn't able to find any information on what she likes in bed so...with my luck, I'll just leave it to chance. My kisses get more sloppy and desperate. I begin swiping and swirling my tongue against the pillow thinking about just what it might feel like to make out with them. Their hot, wet mouth pressing up against mine while our tongues rub against one another in an attempt to touch each other. I moan seemingly too loud at that thought and start humping the bed. Everything feels so hot.

Maybe combining kissing practice and "performance" practice would be a good idea.

Once he starts performance practice, his browser is constantly on sex related websites. But more on the education side...he wants to know how to make you feel good and how to make himself last longer. Once in a while, he does go on the hub though so he can pretend it's you and him having sex on the screen. He tries his best to look for ones where it sounds like you or looks like you. He prefers the ones where it sounds like you so that way he could just close his eyes and imagine you and him are together. 

Just a random bonus I thought I'd add in: He got a boner during class once and sat there for like ten minutes just waiting for it to go away. So he just ended up palming himself through his pants and struggled to not make any noise. He liked to imagine you were under the desk pressing your face against his clothed crotch and just rubbing your face around that area. Luckily, he came without letting a single noise slip past his lips. Unluckily, Nagito cums a lot. So everyone could see the enormous wet spot on the crotch of his pants when class was dismissed.

He happens to have a weird habit of doing domestic and soft things with a hint of creepy. For example, one of his favorite things to do as of recently is print out a picture that has your face in it, tape it to his pillow, and fall asleep cuddling it. This sounds fine if you two were dating but… you aren't. He'll give it kisses, cuddle with it, fall asleep with it, and, of course, it's what he uses during his performance practice. He also enjoys eating meals with it and watching movies while cuddling it too. He perceives it all as practice for when you two are wed.

I'm going to assume you aren't an oblivious idiot and just say that you probably began to notice how weird he'd get around you. You tried distancing yourself a little bit but enough to still stay friends. He noticed the change in how often you'd hang out with him and his anxiety skyrocketed. Nagito would feel he had only a couple choices left. And that was to kidnap you, get rid of any obstacles that didn't allow him to spend every waking moment with you, or just flat out kill you so that way no one could have you. He already knew he wouldn't be able to even breathe without you so he'd likely kill himself as well in the process.

Author's Note: I'll probably be discontinuing that one Nagito x reader chapter 2 because I wasn't able to finish it before the school year started and I was just dissatisfied with the chapters BUT! I do have plenty of headcanons on yandere Komaeda! Message me if you want some far more nsfw headcanons because I have a lot for this guy.  I'm also very open to crackfic oneshots.

[yostresswritinggirl]

okay, so i've re-read the extras and whole universe reversal headcanons you've posted; and i think i'm going to be stuck in major brainrot for a while, so might as well make use of it and share more of my ideas. so like, here you go!

(i am shit at writing my ideas on paper so sorry in advance)

(i'm basing these hcs on your kairos' event plot and the gimmick with the Simps™ getting isekaid. i hope i do your wonderful masterpiece justice!)

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prompt: "how would the simps act like towards you when isekaid to your world? and what would your hangouts with them be like?"

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-general-

• to be honest, they all would most definitely fanboy/fangirl over you the first few times they hang out with you.

• even after getting used to your presence and grasping with the fact that, yes, you are in fact in front of them —and no, not in the form of pixels, but as a living breathing person; they will still fanboy/fangirl over you, but not as extreme to the point some of them would actually pass out.

-albedo-

• albedo, like the others, is a total sweetheart. of course, he'd be very enthusiastic and excited about really meeting you, definitely would be asking questions left and right, but he knows his boundaries and doesn't cross the line.

• if you're interested, he'd teach you about modern art/drawing techniques and tell you all about the advances of humankind in the modern world. his stories mostly vary from technology, arts, and wild conspiracy theories. (listen, conspiracy theorist albedo. yes? yes.)

• albedo, as a proud [y/n] simp who has studied about your likes, dislikes, lore and interests (by a little too much..); knows exactly what you're thinking or needing. on your bad days, expect that albedo has all the gear and equipment ready for an activity that you especially like to do to blow off some steam. when ordering in a restaurant, he knows exactly what dish/drink you want to order, despite you never mentioning or telling him anything. he does get a little shy and apologizes relentlessly for his questionable knowledge. please, excuse him.

-xiao-

• xiao's shy. very shy towards you. please be patient and understanding with him!

• considering the fact that he's a popular fic writer in the previous world, he has a way with words; good for both charming you and persuading some stubborn customer/commissioner/person (depends on your occupation/job in genshin, really). based this off the gif you made in the preview of the kairos demo.

• but upon warming up an exceptional amount towards you and finally being comfortable, you find out xiao has a huge liking towards literature and music (more specifically the flute ^^). if he ever gets a flute in this world, he might play a tune or two for you if he's up for it.

• in parallel with game! xiao, i hc universe reversal! xiao has a rough past, resulting in him not wanting to socialize or interact much with other people. he only has a few friends, all of which very very close to him. so in addition to this, and his huge crush towards you, he's a cute shy mess.

(more to come since i struggle with writing a tad bit too much)

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Goodness, ladybug, you're just outright vibing and reading my thoughts here now! Thank you, honestly I very much enjoy these, and give me more inspiration for Kairos! Please continue, oh I love reading everyone's work ywy