#but on the other hand itz like

[spookythesillyfella]

and like . i guezz thatz part of the reazon az to why shrig became sort of attached to warren in the firzt place ?

i dont mean to spoil too much . but theze two are bazically inzeperable

shrig enjoyz the company of warren – who never shutz them down when they start talking about hiz religion and how "wonderful" it all iz ; he startz framing it all az if itz thiz incredible . "loving" community where warren would get the appreciation he waz "starved of" all along – he seez warren az a GENUINE BELIEVER whoz open minded . who would actually convert

all the while warren [being warren] findz all the attention hez being given by a FUTURE GOD maddening ; hez feigning interezt in order to get clozer to the lovebug and gain a better reputation – shrigz . to him . iz juzt another pawn he haz to play to get ahead in life

[phinjeet]

How do u claim urls the internet is too cowardly to tell me /silly

* make 1 million sideblogz w the urlz u like so no1 else can uze them cuz theyre technically taken , u dont even need 2 do anything w them . i hav like 30 empty sideblogz 4 this purpose . u can do whatever u want 4ever

[yourearswillbleepingbleed]

i knew 20k waznt enough. whatever.

[keollipop]

going to the fish store w/ crush!leehan ~ headcanons

crush!leehan who... is actually pretty shy about his fish-keeping hobby around you. not because he doesn't trust you, but because he doesn't want to scare you off by being "too much"

crush!leehan who... decides to invite you to the fish store because it's his favorite place. favorite place with his favorite person, y'know?

crush!leehan who... instantly smiles 10x brighter when you happily agree to go

crush!leehan who... introduces you to the owner of the store- explaining that they're long time friends due to how often he frequents his store. you think it's endearing, even if you are slightly confused at first as to why leehan is friends with a 50 year old shop owner.

crush!leehan who... waits for you to point out a fish that catches your eyes- before proceeding to infodump on the species and it's care requirements.

crush!leehan who... is always inching closer to you subconciously. tapping his head against yours as y'all peer into tanks, shuffling his feet to be closer to you when you take a few steps forward, turning his body away from any other customers and towards you.

crush!leehan who... starts holding your hand sometime between the third aisle. you think it's cute how he squeezes your hand ever so slightly when he gets excited about the swimming creatures.

crush!leehan who... ends up walking out of the store with nothing- for the first time in what feels like forever. what else could he have possibly needed when he had you?

crush!leehan who... sends you a "thanks for listening to my fish facts" text when you get back home <3

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[stephforl1fe]

Over the years Bruce keeps snacks in his utility belt and keeps different snack for his different kids.:

Dick likes fruit roll ups and pretty much any type of sweet gummy

Jason is more of a calorie dense guy due to his big stature and history of being malnourished so Bruce always has energy bars for him in case(though Jason will never admit he enjoys them)

Cass LOVES marshmallows. Doesn’t matter in what if it has marshmallows she’s down. Bruce wants her to have more nutrition than that so he packs cereals with marshmallows in them.

Stephanie despite what people assume is more of a savory gal and loves cheese flavored things in particular. Cheese itz, goldfish, Cheetos, doesn’t matter she loves it.

Duke is a fan of refreshing foods, so anything like baby carrots, fruits, or ants on a log. He likes a healthier snack, something that’ll give him plenty of hydration and fiber.

TIM ON THE OTHER HAND is a fan of the craziest trail mixes. He loved the idea of trail mix but thinks the usual is too boring so he make his own menagerie of foods. His usual recipe is something like: pretzels, pickles, non FDA approved sour gummies, and pop rocks laced with something (nobody knows what)

Now Damian despite what others might asssume actually has a HUGE sweet tooth, he definitely has a balanced and healthy diet but come on he was raised by “cereal is a valid dinner” Grayson. You’re trying to tell me he isn’t a sweets lover? His go to is usually some type of chocolates or a baggie of fruit loops.

[h3rmess]

WHO'S YOUR FRIEND?

Written by @h3rmess ✰

21) - Generation of Miracles

You finally reach your street. You had a lengthy conversation with Karasu, discussing your interests, hobbies, childhoods and other random aspects and stories you could think of. The two of you had been walking quite close since you got off of the train, occasionally brushing your hands against each other or bumping into one another. You had laughed so much your cheeks became sore.

Cruising down your street, you see the sun beginning to set, and the moon becoming visible.

“You don’t live too far, do you?” You ask him, worried that he might have to travel for a while just because he wanted to drop you off.

“Nah. I can get a bus from here.” You let out a sigh of relief, causing him to laugh.

He looks up at the moon, and then back down at you. The two of you make eye contact briefly before your eyes avert his glance, turning their attention back to the path in front of you.

You feel his hand slip into yours carefully once more. His grip is comforting, different from the playful approach he had earlier on. Your heartbeat quickens, your hand shaking slightly as you tighten your grip around his hand in return. Your steps fall into sync as your hands swing together.

“You’ve got cold hands.” Karasu comments, his thumb tracing over the back of your hand.

“I do?” You ask, not having noticed that before.

He just nods with a smirk. From where you are, you can see the mole placed under his eye. Of course you had seen it before, but seeing it this up close was fascinating.

“Something on my face? You’re staring.” He speaks plainly, smirking when he sees you jump at his fast response.

“No… I like your mole.” You compliment him.

“Why thank you.” He turns his head to face you, holding eye contact. “It’s hard to pick just one thing I like about ya.”

Your heart races as he turns his head away, acting as if nothing happened.

“You can’t just say that…” Your grip tightens around his as you huff.

“Can’t I?” He challenges, the smirk never leaving his face.

It seems as if only a minute had passed when you realise you’re right in front of your house. You stop walking, forcing him to stop too, a confused look on his face. He turns to you, cocking a brow as you point. His gaze follows your finger.

“This one’s mine.” You inform him as he nods.

“Well, that walk wasn’t long enough. Kinda disappointing.” He jokingly comments with a smile.

“We can make it longer some other time.” You beam back.

“I wouldn’t mind that at all.” He looks at you endearingly, his hand still in yours. In an instant, he pulls you into a hug, resting your head against his chest as he sways with you slightly. Your arms wrap around his torso, pulling him in closer. You muster up the courage to look up at him, just to be met by his gaze.

“I enjoyed today.” He remarks.

“So did I.” You respond, trying your hardest to maintain your composure.

“Have a good night, okay? I’ll text you later.” He finally lets go of you, the embrace fading away in an instant. You offer him a small wave, unable to stop smiling as you retreat back into your home.

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[writhyv]

⋆｡°✩ your domestic boyfriend ignored you

fairy of shampoo | park jongseong x male!reader

pairing: jay x male!reader genre: fluff (itz not zat zeep) word count: 1.8k notes: soft jay hours

Lately, something has been bothering you.

"Ugh..." You scrunched your forehead as you sat in your corner of the office, lost in your thoughts. Your mind was full of worries, and you couldn’t shake off the confusing feelings that weighed on your heart.

"What's wrong with him?" One of your co-workers passed by your desk, curious about your mood.

"He's just thinking too much," your quirky office friend jumped in, excited for some office gossip.

"About what?"

"He'll be fine. He’s just being dramatic," your other co-worker said, leaning back in his chair. "He’s been like this since he got here—"

"I'm not being dramatic!" You protested, your voice rising a bit.

"See?" Your co-worker pointed at you with a teasing look.

Frustration filled you, and you scratched your head quickly, feeling stuck with this problem. It wasn’t just any small issue; it felt really important.

"Totally," your quirky friend agreed, tapping her pen on your desk playfully. "Veins popping, eyes turning red... He’s really in his head."

"But it’s Jay!" You whined, spinning your office chair around.

Your colleagues groaned collectively at the mention of your boyfriend’s name. Of course, it had to do with your sweet love life.

"Let me guess, he wanted to see that new musical movie?" Your laid-back co-worker chimed in without missing a beat. You turned to him and nodded eagerly.

"Yes! Yes!" You stomped your feet like a child. "But now I feel like I messed up!"

"It’s not the end of the world if you don’t go to the movies. The film will still be there," he pointed out, trying to be practical.

"But still! He really wanted to take me out since this is all the time he has before going back to his gigs!" You squeezed your face in frustration. "And this morning, he just ignored me."

A chorus of mock gasps filled the air.

"Come on!"

"You do realize he’s still a person, right? He probably didn’t notice he was ignoring you," your co-worker patted your back, trying to comfort you.

"But..."

"But?"

"He didn’t give me cuddles... I miss his cuddles when he’s all tired and sleepy..."

Your quirky friend let out a dramatic sigh, moving closer to you.

"You know what you should do?" she suggested, her eyes sparkling with ideas. "Surprise him tonight."

You looked at her, confused. "With what?"

"You know."

"Huh?"

Your other co-worker facepalmed at her suggestion, while you raised an eyebrow in realization.

"It’s not that easy!"

"What? You said he gives in easily!" Your friend insisted, pushing the idea.

"You really need to stop sharing so much about your boyfriend at work," your laid-back co-worker sighed, shaking his head.

"But he can’t be that down right now! He hates being upset..."

"Okay, I’ve heard enough," your closest co-worker stood up and walked away from the conversation.

Your quirky friend leaned in closer, her expression softening. "Just try to stay calm and talk to him before the day ends," she said sincerely. "I’m sure he’s not mad."

You thought about her words. Even though Jay could get mad at his friends, he had never gotten mad at you, even during playful teasing.

"I hope so..." You rubbed your forehead, trying to ease your stress.

"It’s just not like him to ignore me..." You mumbled, feeling down.

"Oh come on, you sometimes forget to text him back when you’re here," your friend reminded you.

You looked at her, realization hitting you. "Oh my god... I'm a hypocrite, aren’t I?" You sighed, feeling embarrassed, but your quirky friend just laughed.

"Don’t worry," she said, trying to cheer you up. "He still loves you, I’m sure."

As the long workday finally ended, you packed your things and got ready to head down the elevator. With your phone in hand, you scrolled through your contacts, searching for that one sweet photo of your boyfriend.

I should call him like I usually do, you thought. Maybe he’ll be okay and reply like nothing happened.

With a light tap, you dialed Jay's number, his nickname decorated with two hearts on your screen. You gazed at the cute photo you took of him on one of your dates. His smile was unforgettable.

"Hello?" He answered, his voice warm and familiar.

"Hi, honey..." You said softly.

"Hi? What's up?"

".... I'm sorry." You mentally kicked yourself as you said those words. You were supposed to hold back, but it just slipped out.

"You're cutting in and out..." He tried to speak clearly, but the call was breaking up. All you could hear were garbled sounds like "ksher ksher" and "zzh zzhh."

"Hello? Honey? You’re breaking up—"

"Let me call you later." He hung up before you could check if the problem was on your end. You sighed, watching the call end, the wallpaper of him smiling back at you.

So you just have this saved pic as your wallpaper, huh? WHIPPED.

All you could think about was how much you loved this man.

As you let out another heavy sigh, you stepped out of the elevator, fixing your hair and scarf as you walked outside.

As you passed through the rotating doors, you noticed a crowd gathering outside your office building. People were piling up, excitement buzzing in the air. You felt the urge to see what was happening.

"They're definitely a band. I saw them on TV."

A band? Right outside your office building was a plaza, a usual spot for performances. But the crowd seemed too big for it to be just any local act.

"Are they famous?"

"Are you kidding? They're Enhypen! They were on that band show..."

You turned sharply to one of the people trying to see what was going on. "Enhypen? They’re here?"

"I think so? It’s just a random plaza, though. Could be cover artists."

"No, it’s them! I saw Jake and Sunghoon there!"

They’re just outside?!

"Hey, you over there!" A familiar voice boomed through the speakers, full of energy. It was a voice you knew well, one that made your heart race.

Slowly, you turned your head as other people stared at you.

"This one's for you."

Park. Jongseong. In the flesh. Pointing his damn finger right through your heart.

He adjusted the microphone on the shaky stand, his charm lighting up the crowd. Even if the equipment wasn’t the best, he looked amazing, holding the mic like it was meant for him. He began to sing your favorite song—a sweet, romantic tune.

Cheers erupted as he finished, applause ringing out from everyone, including your co-workers, who cheered for him and his bandmates.

As snow started to fall gently around you, Jay rushed toward you, concern on his face as he adjusted your scarf.

"You’re shivering," he said, worry in his voice. But all you could do was look at this wonderful man you called yours.

"It’s... fine," you replied, holding his hand. He paused, looking down at your joined hands before meeting your gaze.

In that moment, everything felt perfect as snowflakes floated around you. His eyes sparkled, reflecting the light and warmth of the moment.

You couldn’t hold back any longer.

"I'm sorry!" you both blurted out at the same time, creating a funny mix of apologies.

"Wha-what?"

"I'm sorry, why are you sorry?"

"Wait, I'm sorry. What are you trying to—"

You both laughed, the tension fading away. Jay still looked a bit confused, which only made it more charming.

"I said I'm sorry. I felt like I hurt your feelings when you wanted to watch a movie with me during your free time..." You held his hands tightly, feeling sincere.

Jay tilted his head, a smile spreading across his face. "No way! I totally get it, honey." He pinched your cheek playfully. "It’s not like I’m going far away."

"But you wanted more time with me."

"I know." Jay’s smile was real, a sign of understanding. "I thought you were mad at me for being too needy."

"What?" You exclaimed, your voice rising in surprise.

"Slow down."

"I would never! NEVER!" You declared firmly. "If anything, I want to always be close to you! I like the clingy you!"

Jay couldn’t help but laugh, and you hugged him tightly, feeling the warmth between you. At that moment, he rested his head on your shoulder.

"I was worried for nothing," he whispered softly.

"Hey, that tickles!" You booped his nose playfully. "And same here. I thought you were ignoring me."

Jay looked at you with sincerity. "Sorry. I was just in my own head this morning. I didn’t mean to tune out."

You smiled back, brushing a stray hair from his face. "It’s okay. I understand now."

Taking one last look at him, you wrapped your arms around him again. "Don’t ever feel shy with me! We’ve been a couple for years! Come on!"

Jay chuckled at your words, a mix of affection and disbelief shining in his eyes. He often felt insecure whenever you seemed upset, worrying that he could do better. But in the end, you always calmed him down, reminding him that he was enough and that you accepted him just as he was.

You fixed your clothes, pulling away slightly from Jay’s embrace. "So, are we still going to see the movie?"

Jay’s smile grew wider, his eyes filled with joy. "It’s tonight. We won’t be late if we hurry."

"Yay!" You grabbed his face and kissed him quickly, catching him off guard. He blinked in surprise as you linked your arm through his, walking side by side toward the cinema.

Meanwhile, in the distance...

"Are you seeing that? He just left us!" Jake shouted, struggling to carry amplifiers toward the van as he watched you walk away with Jay.

"You're just jealous you don’t get to use anyone as an excuse to go out," Sunghoon replied dryly, packing up other gear. He wasn’t wrong, though.

"Shut it, man!" Jake scratched his head, feeling a bit embarrassed by that comment.

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[chimivx]

‘after all the boys and girls that we’ve been through, could you give it all up if i promise to you, that i’ll never talk again, and i’ll never love again’

the finale : ̗̀➛ senior year at nasara university

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saturday ~ september 20th ~ 11:16 pm

Glass beneath your feet, a red cup in your hand, music pulsing in your ears, your friends shouting at you from the floor, not one of them could get a grip on you. Stumbling across the dining room table wearing nothing but your white lace sundress, matching with half of the girls in the house, your bare feet stepped on napkins and kicked plastic plates away as you twisted to the music, singing along to every y2k beat that poured from the speakers. 

“Aurora, get down!” Yuna laughed, but her tone was stern and went unnoticed by you. You heard the laughter and it fueled the way your body moved. Ducking underneath the chandelier hanging over the table, you let out a shout and almost tumbled off the edge. “Stop!” Her hands flew up to grab onto your hips, pushing you back onto your feet. 

Lifting your cup to your lips, downing the rest of its contents with a cringe- San filled it with straight vodka ten minutes ago- you tossed it aside and smiled down at her.

“Ror, this is not funny.” Tossing her chocolate waves over her shoulder she glanced around the room and sighed. 

A body covered every square inch, boys from ATZ, girls from ITZ, all new recruits being welcomed tonight with veteran members scattered throughout the chaos somewhere. Hours ago the boys showed up on your doorstep and both parties went through with the tradition, the silly little ritual of inviting the sibling house into the other, maintaining the facade of polished politeness throughout dinner until the sun set and the lights went out.

ITZ held the dinner this year, it had been your responsibility to set it up. Well, most of it. Your team beneath you really put it together while you sat at that big, intimidating wooden desk that Yeji used to sit behind with your knees pulled into your chest and your arms wrapped around them. They discussed details and you disassociated, staring down at the to-do list that haunted your dreams and lived within every nightmare.

Tori, your knight in shining armor really, she handled what you couldn’t. With a wave of her hand she could send one of the girls on a mission, in her planner she kept track of every goal, each morning she shared a phone call with you, Seonghwa and Hongjoong, and hours later she’d be able to recite it back to you verbatim. Her details had details, and every time she hit it out of the park. 

Working with Chaewon, a junior who had been appointed ITZ’s social chair last year at the time of the change, Tori perfected tonight's dinner. She hired cleaning services to come through this morning, and the moment they left, a swift, easy moving schedule, the caterers swooped in and tackled the kitchen, setting the house members up to be treated like royalty. Where the girls were meant to host the boys, Tori hired waiters to wander about, carrying silver trays of champagne, hors d’oeuvres, desserts, you name it, they were serving it to you. 

Not one guest arrived unimpressed.

But you wouldn’t be able to recall, you’ve been sipping cocktails since the cleaners were scrubbing between the wooden boards of the floor. 

Dressing yourself, or trying to, Tori had to tie you into your dress, the top half wrapped around you like a lace corset. You wanted to match with her, but she opted to wear her silky white Tom Ford cocktail dress she bought for her sister’s movie premiere she and Mingi attended at the end of last month. Loose curls hung over her exposed shoulders and draped down her back, the flippy layers having grown longer than you’ve ever seen them. Silver jewelry accentuated her old Hollywood look, diamond necklaces dangled into the v-cut of the dress, tear drops hung from her ears, and bracelets jingled on her wrists. 

She topped it off with her Louboutins, a pair she’s had for years kept in pristine condition.

Tonight belonged to her, and everybody knew it. She owned this dinner.

Wandering beside her while the caterers set themselves up, you listened in to her and Ryujin’s conversation. She caught her right before she and Jeongyeon were headed out to Sicuro for the weekend to visit her parents. Tipsy already in that moment, Ryujin’s words didn’t affect you the way you thought they would.

“Damn, Tor, you really stepped up! This is insane, they’re gonna talk about you for years…”

You agreed with her, because she was right. No chapter has ever pulled something of such grandeur off before, Tori surely would go down in ITZ history for this, no matter how superficial that sounded. These girls cared about things like that, that’s what Tori came here to do.

Change.

Mold.

Shape.

Make a difference.

All you had to do was shake Seonghwa’s hand on the porch, and your job was done.

Whispers of a shared past flowed through both groups like a hushed breeze, one gentle enough to not be noticed, but that unmistakable chill that struck your spine told you enough. Change occurred between this year to last, but not enough. The echo of Yeji’s like minded girl's speech circled around you whenever you sat behind that desk. Looking each of them in the face, shaking their hands through recruitment, during rush, walking them through tours…

You searched. You studied. You analyzed. And you were thorough.

Flipping through profiles front and back, upside down and backwards, background checks, social media searches, you lost sleep trying to find anything incriminating about every girl you were about to have living in this house. You’d be damned if it happened again. You wouldn’t allow it to happen again, and Tori had your back. She didn’t spend the sleepless nights with you, but whenever you tossed her a project, needing her to keep up with the current board members so you could deep dive into lives in ways you really weren’t sure were legal- Tori did what Ryujin said, she stepped the fuck up.

While you, by yourself, drowned in recruit papers and schoolwork, she ran the sorority.

You weren’t helpless, Wooyoung offered to flip through profiles for you, and he did for a night. In his apartment scattered across the living room floor, the two of you tiered the girls in three categories. Most likely to Yeji, least likely to Yeji, and doesn’t have an ounce of Yeji in her blood. Throughout the night, over papers, containers of take out, and a few beers, he did his best to assure you that you had the upper hand now, that these girls answered to you. When in return you told him flat out that they answered to Tori.

You haven’t felt like the president since last semester.

All you had to do was shake Seonghwa’s hand, and you were off the hook.

You had gripped it tight, and he had laughed to himself. With a lean toward you, in your ear, he’d whispered, “Hammered already, President Aurora?” And you answered him with a smug smile.

Yunho stood behind him in a white button down and black slacks with a tie hung loosely around his neck, of course you were hammered.

You didn’t look at him.

He didn’t look at you.

That’s how it’s been since July.

On the floor, Yuna threw her hands to her side and groaned. “Ror, please,” she said, watching you teeter side to side, somewhat attempting to sway to the music all the other bodies rocked along to.

Raking your fingers through your hair, you finally spared her a glance, and after a few seconds, flashed her a smile. 

You weren’t coming down.

He stood behind him in his half made up suit, every dusty brown piece of hair on his head perfectly in place. Taking in the sight of all of your girls stretched along the front of the porch of ITZ, he didn’t look at you once. Other than your friends no one knew your history, you and Yunho, why you were the way that you were, and frankly, you aren’t sure you quite know either. 

When did it start, like, really start, and why did it go unspoken for so long? Why, after he’s played with your heart, broken it, and your trust, do you continue to yearn for him? You wouldn’t say you were yearning, but Tori’s called you out plenty. You’ve said too much this summer, drunken confessions, that you can’t talk your way out of anymore.

He stood right behind Seonghwa.

And he couldn’t care less that his president shook your hand. 

So you drank, and you drank some more, and you sipped from a bottle offered to you by some ATZ freshman recruits, and you cracked open another can of bubbles, and you accepted a cup from San, and then a refill and a kiss from a very sloshed San…

“Ror, if you don’t…” Yuna pressed her fingers into her bare thighs. White bodycon dress clinging to her slender figure, she paired it with white wedge sandals and gold jewelry from Jongho, the senior a vision to behold- something the ATZ recruits took very seriously. 

Glancing around herself in the dim, well, the dark, she released a heavy sigh, took one look up toward you, then vanished into the sea of beings.

He hadn’t said one word to you since July!

Even in joint meetings between the boards, something you and Seonghwa set up to be had monthly, he didn’t look at you, and he certainly didn’t speak. Keeping to himself aside from the occasional mumble to Mingi, and questions to Tori or Chaewon, he arrived at the meetings in his usual hoodie-sweats combo with a small hello to everyone other than you, and left just the same.

This wasn’t a Yunho you knew.

Your Yunho took up space, he asked silly questions, he over exaggerated his explanations, he’s outrageously fucking dramatic and he’d admit it too.

Now he sat in silence.

Each time he tolerated your presence he seemed to reach into your heart, your subconscious somehow, and erase himself little by little. Everything you thought you knew, everything he taught you about himself, every piece of him he gave you, he started to take it all back.

An undoing.

An erasure.

He didn’t love you.

And maybe he never really did. 

Maybe the words he spoke held no value.

“…and she’s gonna get hurt, I can’t get her down, I wanna take her up to bed ‘cause I can’t keep track of her, she’s fast, I just-“

Yuna’s frantic speech didn’t catch your attention, the deep voice that cut her off did. Spinning on your toes, your ankles knitting together, you stumbled forward and they both jumped.

“Oh my god,” Yunho sneered, both of his hands extending in front of him, ready to catch you if you reared off the edge of the table. Flickering his hardened glare between you and Yuna, he spoke to Yuna. “Where’s her keeper?”

Yuna rolled her eyes. “Not here, and he’s not her keeper. They broke up in July.”

“Yeah, people keep saying that.”

Yuna thrusted a hand toward you. “So, help!”

Yunho glanced up at where you danced, watched how you laughed with some recruits watching you from the floor, then shook his head. “I don’t think so.”

“And, why not?” Yuna crossed her arms over her chest.

Copying her, Yunho turned toward her. “I’m not falling for tricks like these anymore,” he said. “I’m done with this.”

Yuna took in a breath and stepped in a small circle around herself looking for a Plan B. Speedy eyes scanning the hoards of tipsy people, she found Intak and Jiung squeezing themselves through the dining room doorway. They clocked you already, their gazes were pointed and locked. 

Grabbing onto Yunho’s arm, Yuna sighed. “If you don’t do something, they will.” Pointing at the boys, Yunho followed her finger. 

His jaw tightened. “I can’t do anything,” he mumbled through clenched teeth, “She hasn’t said anything to me.”

“Good god,” Yuna groaned with another roll of her eyes, “You guys exhaust me, I can’t believe you’re still playing that game,” she waved towards the table the boys circled, “Just get her down.”

Intak stood four feet from him on the opposite side of the table, his face alight in the glow from phone screens and the moonlight leaking in through the windows, wearing a smirk. Jiung whispered to him, his eyes drawing up and down your form wobbling above him.

If Yunho didn’t do something, they would.

Stepping forward, placing both hands flat on the table, Yunho peered up at you with a hope that you’d possibly peer back.

You didn’t.

Intak caught your eye, and though he filled your gut with a nausea that once felt like curiosity, he was the only boy tonight to not look at you like he knew what you were. Even some of the girls looked at you that way, some sort of unease behind their poised complexions. 

They knew.

They gossiped.

They judged.

Intak though, and Jiung for that matter, both of them, absolute arrogant assholes, the sparkle in their eyes drew you in. They enjoyed the show, they didn’t look down upon it. The pieces of you others judged, the pieces Intak and Jiung knew about, they didn’t talk it down, they wanted a taste.

You’d lay Intak down any day of the week. With that slick smile, his cropped hair, his button nose, you wouldn’t say no… If he hadn’t turned into an utter douchebag. It really was a shame you didn’t have the chance to get to know him when his possè wasn’t around, you blamed both Jiung, and Jongseob, for Intaks assholery. 

And Soul’s.

Soul who lingered under Jongseob’s arm all night long. That’s why you took a drink from San, to get rid of that nagging care that hung within your chest.

He didn’t care, why should you.

Pausing on top of the table, drinking in darkened eyes and an unbuttoned shirt, you wobbled for a second, then lowered yourself down to your knees in front of Intak. Licking your lips, you took in his smile. It’d been a while since anyone had been on the receiving end of your alcohol fueled pettiness, so you sucked in a breath, leaned forward and crawled toward him…

“Nope.”

An arm hooked around your waist, one strong, strapping you to his front, securing you in place with the other. Feet kicking, you grasped his hands and thrashed, the room spinning more than it had been as Yunho turned from the table and started for the hallway. Recruits were kicked, bumped into by Yunho, and pushed aside by his large frame. Swallowing down the way your stomach rolled, you wriggled and writhed, an attempt to free yourself, but he was too strong.

Throwing your head backward against his chest, you fell limp. He walked through the double doors to the hall, turned to the left and dodged an endless amount of bodies toward the kitchen, rounding the wide set of stairs that lived in the center of the first floor. The pulsing of the music quieted some, the chatter of tipsy mouths growing in volume instead. 

Grasping his arms, pushing at them, another attempt to escape, he dropped you on your feet the moment he crossed the threshold into the forest green kitchen. Wobbling, pushing your hair from your face, a tousled mess on top of your head, you scanned the dim lit kitchen and blinked.

Freshmen hung around a corner, peeking inside the door to the storage space beside the door that led to the porch outside. Yunjin, a junior and now ITZ’s appointed Secretary, strolled out with a fresh drink in her hand and the other latched to the shoulder of a sophomore recruit, the two whispering as they passed by you with light smiles. Others wandered in and out, some popped their heads inside in search of certain someone’s, and Yunho, he took to the fridge.

His shirt had been slightly disheveled. Where it was tucked in, tight to his body, it hung off of him now, still tucked within the leather of his belt though. Hair that had been parted neatly over his forehead, sprayed back so it wouldn’t move, it’d been moved. 

He pulled a bottle of water from the fridge and pushed the door shut with his elbow, not acknowledging the group of girls in the corner whispering while their eyes drew all over him. With a reluctant turn he faced you, jaw clenched, tipped up some. He cracked the bottle open, left the lid on, and let the bottom of his shoes scuff the floor as he took slow but sure steps back over to where he dropped you off. 

July.

Not a word spoken.

That night on the beach, you ripped each other apart, drunken thoughts and blunders that should’ve never left either of your lips, but they did. Running after him through Tori’s beach house, down the stairs, through the crowded kitchen, onto the porch. Thundering down the stairs he effortlessly flew down, Wooyoung on your tail, you’d caught him on the sand, and he ripped you a new one.

And you laid right back into him.

The only time you’d really spoken since the end of the semester- screams drowned out by the waves, the neighbors nor your friends would have a clue. 

Looking up at him now, your stomach roiled at the thought of his face that night, how he looked down at you. The way he ignored Wooyoung trying to keep him at the house, how he nearly spat at your feet, and should’ve, and stormed off the beach. You’d never seen him so angry. 

And now, standing in front of you handing over a cold bottle of water he got for you from your fridge, he wore nothing on his face.

Which was usually hard for him to do.

The vodka made you smile. You couldn’t help it. Taking the bottle from him you tried to swallow it down, tried to hide it. You almost laughed.

He didn’t budge.

You had to hand it to him, he’s been an excellent rule follower.

He hasn’t spoken to you since the Haos vacation, because he’s listening to you. Almost a year ago you’d told him not to speak to you unless you spoke to him first.

He took that literally.

As did you.

So here you stood.

In the middle of ITZ’s kitchen with a foot of space and a water bottle between you, in silence.

The girls in the corner watched. All you did was stare at one another, you didn’t even take a sip of the water, you let it cool off your hands and your dancing sweat, and you stared at each other. 

His top button, undone, called to you. Skin beneath it still golden from the summer in the sun, the white of his shirt making the melanin only that much deeper, you pressed your lips together to stop yourself from nibbling on them. Tousled hair, flushed skin letting you know he’s been drinking, wandering eyes that snapped back up to yours as you moved to take a sip of the bottle in your hand- he had something to say.

Lips wrapping around the spout you tipped your chin back and gulped, some water spilling from the corners of your lips and down your cheeks, onto your dress. He lurched forward, his eyebrows softening for half of a second, until he put himself back in place like some sort of soldier. Like grabbing you a napkin would put a bullet through his head.

So he didn’t.

Slapping a hand to either cheek, you flung the excess drops off, slamming the bottle onto the countertop. You met his eyes. 

Sedentary.

Looking him up and down, his six foot two self towering above you, you curved your lips into a smile as if to thank him for nothing, and then spun on your toes to saunter out of the room.

He hadn’t spoken to you since July.

Maybe you’d keep it that way.

“Aurora.”

Damn.

What would he say to you? You had to admit you were curious, what he’s been keeping bottled up for months, what he’s forgotten to say on the porch of the house he and your friends were renting for a month this summer. Maybe he’d scream it at you like he’d done that night, maybe he’d spew your equally dirty laundry out here all over the kitchen for all of your sisters to hear, for all of his brothers to hear, for everyone to know, everyone to be included like they craved to be.

What once had been hidden from everyone was no longer yours to share. Everyone knew, and everyone wanted to know what happened next.

And, so did you.

You turned around, Yunho right behind you, his cologne intoxicating, almost enough to knock you to your knees, to beg him to say something, anything, hands clasped together, brows flipped over, tell me you love me because I know you do.

He spoke first. This was it.

Yunho didn’t move. He didn’t reach for you, he didn’t look anywhere but your eyes, hardened glare digging deep into yours. “Go to your room,” he said softly enough for only you to hear, his tone not matching the intensity in his caramel irises.

Amusement rose within you, it threatened to spill out your lips, something he noticed with how the corners of your lips tipped up. He didn’t move. Standing here in silence, knowing it killed him only furthered your protest. You suppose you wanted the fight, the fire for it still scorching you inside fueled by Mina seared gasoline. 

He narrowed his eyes, flickering them to your lips for a second. A little glimmer. You’ve been shamelessly eating him alive since he set you down, but he’s done a very good job of playing his part of I don’t want you anymore. Until right now, that one second. A meaningless fracture of time, how he’d spend his hours in class beside you your freshman year, where he’d stare whenever you uttered a word, a whisper, anything. 

Unable to hold back your smile, one that broke out into a toothy, smirky grin, you whispered, “Gonna follow me up there?”

Yunho blinked. “Yeah, I am.”

You scoffed. “Say less.”

One track minded, nobody mattered anymore. Not that you gave them a thought before, at least until after Seonghwa’s handshake. Weaving through bodies, your bare feet dragging through alcohol puddles on the floor, stepping over other feet, bumping into the backs of people paired off and darting through the halls, you made it to the stairs and gave a look over your shoulder. He followed you, stone faced and close behind. He followed you.

Either tonight’s the night, or tonight’s the night.

Heart thumping in your chest you darted up the stairs as quickly as you could without slipping and falling onto your face, though you’re certain Yunho would catch you, you reach the second floor and find it empty for the most part aside from the light peeking out under the bathroom door. A few bedroom doors were cracked open, but no other lights dared to be flickered on amidst the party. 

Your hand slipped around the bannister, flinging your body around it, whipping yourself toward the bedroom you shared with Tori. Presidential status didn’t change a thing, the two of you were roommates for life. Coming back to Nasara, to your shared space, it aided in healing what happened that month in Haos, the two of you naturally falling back into the push and pull of messy and neat, of loud and sleepy, of locked door because Mingi was inside and fist banging on the door because it meant San was inside instead. The RorTor was back, and the boys knew it, they could feel it.

It made you wonder what the one behind you knew.

Voices of your sisters echoed up the stairs, the thumping of music growing faint as you pushed your door open and tumbled inside. Yunho caught it before it slammed into Tori’s vanity and rattled her hair and makeup products around like it may have already in the past. Taking it with two hands, he surveyed your bedroom, the clothes scattered across the floor, the books stacked beside dressers with papers shoved in them, how Tori’s side tended to be a bit more put together than yours, and he shut your door.

He didn’t lock it.

Spinning around, pressing your back to your bed, you crossed your arms over your chest and eyed him where he stood by the door. He reached for the lightswitch.

“Don’t,” you spat, and he shot you a look, lowering his hand with tenacity. 

Grumbling something under his breath he came toward you a few steps and waved you toward him. “Let’s go.”

“Let’s go?” Squishing your brows together you tipped your chin back and curled your top lip. “You’ve lost your game, Yo.”

He winced. It still got him. “Christ, Aurora, you can’t stand up straight, get dressed for bed.” He waved you toward him again. Embarrassment was lost on you at the moment, the implication he brought you up here to sleep with you not lost on him. You glanced at his outstretched hands and teetered toward him. “This is the worst you’ve ever been,” he muttered, taking your shoulders in his hands, his palms engulfing them, turning you around. 

Letting him move you, not like you had much choice, you said, “No it’s not.”

“Yes, it is,” he said with more oomph, “You’ve been drinking all day, you’re done, and you need to calm the fuck down.” 

“How do you know I’ve been drinking all day?” you questioned. His fingers pulled at the zipper of your dress. You could feel it, the way he tried to be oh so careful not to touch your bare skin. 

Hooking his fingers beneath the straps, he lifted them a bit, then tugged them down your arms. Without touching you. “It’s not that hard to tell, but besides, Tori told me.”

Whirling around in your underwear, white fabric bunching up around your ankles, you barked, “Of course she did.”

Yunho did nothing but breathe. “We’re all cool, Rory, don’t pull shit like this again. Of course she told me.”

Your heart cried, some type of weight forming between your lungs.

Rory.

It came from his lips with ease. You aren’t even sure he realized he said it.

Gulping, you shook your head quickly. “If she told you that means that you still have a need to know.” Going dizzy, tipping sideways, Yunho grabbed your cheeks and steadied you. 

Thinning his lips, he dipped his chin down and said, “She told all of us, Aurora.”

“Whatever,” you groaned, reaching up to shove his hands away, wanting his touch off of you. “Where’s my clothes?”

Yunho took a step away from you and watched you spin in a circle. Hands tangled in your hair, pushing it away from your face as you wobbled over the floor, picked up clothes that looked like yours, he wrapped his hand around the strands like a ponytail and gently lifted your head, halting your search. He held up a big shirt and ignored your wide eyes, your instant submission. 

“Here,” he said under his breath, letting go of you.

Taking it from him, literally the shirt you went to sleep in last night, you took a step backward and slipped it over your head. “Thanks,” you whispered, looking up at him. He’d taken a few steps back as well. Sliding a hand up the back of the tee you unclasped your bra and reached into the sleeves to pull it off, slipping it out of one of them and tossing it to the floor. 

Yunho sucked in a breath, pressed his hands to his thighs and glanced away, jaw clenched. “What’s the matter, Aurora?” he asked, giving you the smallest glance in case more clothes were coming off. You curled your fingers beneath the hem of the shirt and smushed it in your palms. Facing you completely, he shoved his hands in the pockets of his slacks and tilted his head. “I know you’re not getting shitfaced ‘cause of me.” You looked up at him. “But if you are, I need you to tell me.” 

“I don’t wanna…” you whispered, the start of a sentence you were somehow able to cut off. The words made you nauseous. The words, ones you never thought you’d say, they made you want to rip the t-shirt off, tear your sheets off your bed and Tori’s, kick and smash the mirror that stood between your beds, knock over your dressers and scream until you couldn’t. 

“You don’t wanna?” he asked, repeating what you’d said. “I just wanna understand, you don’t-”

“I-don’t-wanna-be-president.” A heavy sigh followed, one that almost took you to your knees. Staring at the floor, not wanting to see his reaction, you pulled at the shirt hanging off of you and watched the wood under your feet spin. “My mom is calling me, everyday, I don’t know how, my dad had a heart attack, we’re living with my uncle, if he doesn’t call me, like, every hour, I think something bad happened, and I don’t wanna be president anymore.”

Yunho stood in silence.

Glancing up, meeting his eyes, you smiled. Then, you laughed, and he scoffed.

“This is how I know you’re still okay,” he shook his head, throwing a hand toward you bent over in a fit of giggles. “What the hell, Aurora?”

“I know,” you giggled, then gasped, standing up abruptly, taking many steps towards him. His shoulders tensed. “We don’t know how she got his number either, she hasn’t talked to my dad in years, like over twenty years, why the fuck is she trying to get to him? It’s been longer than I knew about too, he didn’t tell me for a while, I blamed his heart attack on her, you don’t get it, Yo, he loved her, and he left her, and she gave him me, and she ran the fuck away.” 

Yunho took his hands back to your shoulders and pushed you away from him a bit, putting space between you. “I know,” he mumbled as you rambled, bobbing his head, “I know the story.”

“He loved her, real bad,” you said again, and he rolled his eyes. “And she broke his heart, isn’t that awful? And then she came back only to leave him with me. She handed me over and she left us.” Yunho gulped, and nodded. “That’s like, imagine if I really was pregnant, and I didn’t talk to you for so long, and then handed you our kid on vacation, like-”

“Oh my god, stop,” he groveld, face scrunching up, hands tightening on your shoulders.

“I’m serious!” you shouted, trying to step back toward him, but he wouldn’t let you. 

He groaned, then grumbled, “The fact that you thought about the timeline makes it worse, Rory.”

You laughed, and he shot you a look. “I had to, Yo, what the fuck?”

“What the fuck?” he spat, furrowing his brows. “What the fuck is… No,” he took his hands off of you and stood up straight, “I’m not having this fight again.” 

You grasped your arms over your chest, gazing down at his chest peeking out of his shirt. “You’ll lose it again anyway.”

If looks could kill his glare would have splayed you out on the floor in pieces. Holding up a hand, he clasped it into a fist and took a deep breath. “Whatever,” he said with a patience like he practiced it, “Whatever, whatever. I’m sorry about your dad, but he’s okay, he’s at your uncle’s like you said, if anything happens to him, they’re there with him.”

Tightening your grip on yourself, you shifted your jaw around and shrugged your shoulders, feeling your eyes growing heavier the longer you weren’t sipping a drink. “I should go home and be with him,” you said, and he shook his head.

“He wouldn’t want that,” Yunho said, and you glanced up at him.

“Wooyoung said the same thing,” you mumbled. With a grimace Yunho popped his brows. “You still don’t like him.” He didn’t answer you, not even with his eyes. “I told him this,” you breathed, “That I don’t wanna do this anymore, that I wanna stay home with him, that I don’t feel right here anymore, and he tried to help, he tried to fix it, tried to fix me.”

“You aren’t broken, Rory,” he crooned.

Pressing your nails into your skin, you smiled. “But, I feel it.”

Yunho puffed his chest and stepped toward you, his expression going mad. “Because he made you feel that way.”

Ah, the tale of Wooyoung’s Aurora’s Therapist. You knew that one.

“No, he didn’t,” you stepped closer to him, your chests nearly touching, “You’re not listening to me, did you hear what I said? No, you just hear his name and get all angry, and ignore whatever I said, god, this always happens, you don’t listen to me!”

He closed the space, bumping your arms with his chest. “I am listening,” he grit his teeth, “you said-” Something inside of him snapped, and he closed his eyes. Tipping his chin up, he took a breath. “No, I’m not doing this. I’m still mad, you’re still mad, we can’t do this, not right now.”

Pressing your hands to his chest you gave him a nudge. “Mad about what?! My late period?”

“Him,” he growled, looking down at you. “I’m mad about him.”

A laugh came out of you. You nudged him again. “You were fucking me and Mina, how can you be mad about him?!”

He went unmoved by your shoves, like he was on that beach all over again. With a shake of his head, he said, “See, we both have shit we’re not over.” He nodded to the left, glancing toward your bed. “You’re trashed, you need to get in bed, we’re done talking.” 

“Yeah,” you sneered, walking backward, tripping over a stray shoe. He caught you and you shook him off. “We’re done talking. No more. Ever. Forever.”

Yunho laughed under his breath and guided you toward your bed. “You don’t mean that.” 

You spun around and pressed yourself against him, eyes wild. “But, I do. You didn’t speak to me for months, you’ll be fine.”

Fire burned in his eyes. “Because I’m following your stupid fucking rule!”

Your hands swatted at his chest, at his arms, and he took it all. “Fuck the stupid fucking rule, Yo! We’re grown!”

“Fine,” he laughed even louder, grasping your wrists, holding them tight. “Fuck the stupid fucking rule,” he lowered his chin, his eyes lined with yours, “Don’t expect me to come save you next time. Good luck with your fucking presidency, Aurora.” 

His nose brushed against yours. Your heated, angry breath graced each other's cheeks. 

Moving at once, moving as one, your hands fumbled to grab onto one another, your lips couldn’t meet fast enough. Your fingers fisted into his hair, pulling him onto you, his were thrown around your shoulders, bending you backward. Nothing but a mess, a furious, frustrated, heated mess of parted lips and famished tongues.

The first kiss in months, in almost a year. You almost forgot how he tasted, but not enough time had passed, the familiarity sunk back in before your tongues tangled. How he moved, how you moved, how your bodies melded together, how they knew how to come together like they moved on their own, two beings who knew and craved each other, knew that whatever was to follow was something they liked, something they wanted.

Yunho almost wedged a knee between yours, but the bedroom door had been flung open. It bumped into Tori’s vanity and rattled her beauty products. Neither of you have moved faster in your lives, both of you ignoring how it felt like neither of you wanted to move.

Tori and San stood at the door, one shocked face and another smug as ever. 

Without a second thought Yunho stormed out of your room, barging by them, bumping their shoulders. Smoothing out your shirt, nibbling at your bottom lip, you smiled at San, but cowered beneath Tori’s shock. 

No words were spoken, none shared.

Hurrying up to San, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, Tori pulled the bedroom door shut and followed Yunho down the stairs.

sunday ~ september 21st ~ 9:45 am

Her fist pounded on the door three times.

Groaning beneath the sheets, you stirred, opening your eyes to the morning light, pulling the blanket from your face. You aren’t met with the sun. With his arm under his head, his eyes fluttered shut, and his lips parted slightly, San slept soundly, unaffected by the shaking door.

Throwing the blankets off of the two of you, grabbing his arm to shake him awake, you sigh at your naked selves and roll off of the mattress. Snatching the shirt you put on last night, the one San took off of you, you yanked it over your head and trudged toward the door.

“Can she shut up,” San grumbled from the pillows, stretching his arms over his head, his muscled middle winking at you before he flipped over and buried his face in the mattress. The blankets apparently didn’t mean shit to him.

Unlocking the door, you pulled it open a crack and gave Tori a smile. Wearing a frown, she didn’t quite match your morning energy. She pushed open the door and gave you a once over, she herself wearing some of her boyfriends clothes. She kicked the door shut and started for the dresser next to her bed, pulling hair pins from her head. 

“You’ve got balls being here, Choi,” she said to San’s bare ass. He rolled over and flashed her a grin. She turned to you, three more pins falling into her hand, ones she tossed on the dresser. “You’re lucky I didn’t break in the door, and that it’s just me.”

Folding your arms over your chest, you puffed out your cheeks and smiled again. “I’m the president.”

Tori whirled around, pulling nice clothes from drawers to change into. She messed with her eyebrow piercing and shot San a glare. “That’s not funny,” she said, “That’s not what a good president would do.” Waving a hand at the boy watching the two of you, she motioned at his clothes. “Out!” San looked at you.

Sighing, you took to his side and whispered, “Go. Out the window. The girls can’t see you.”

His charisma oozed from his smirk. “I don’t make you sneak out my window, Ror.”

“If you didn’t fall asleep here, you could’ve walked out the front door last night.”

He glanced down at himself, gorgeous physique on display for you and your best friend, and he smiled. “I’ll see you tonight?” he asked you, and you smiled, but you rolled your eyes.

“Don’t count on it,” you muttered.

It was enough for him. He leapt from your bed, slipped into his pants, swiped his shirt from the floor and disappeared off of your roof. By the time he was gone Tori had already changed, beige flared dress pants and a white fitted tank with Versace on the tag.

“Where’d you sleep?” you asked her, turning to sit down on the edge of your bed.

Putting in her gold hoops she turned and said, “Mingi’s. You better start getting ready, we have to be downstairs in fifteen, the boys’ll be here in ten.”

The meeting, right.

The meeting.

Anxiety flooded your veins. You’d call it nerves, but it’s persisted long enough. It made you nauseous, it made you not sleep if you were sober, it made you jumpy. Wooyoung called it anxiety, so it was anxiety.

“Shit, I don’t even think I have…” Sliding off your bed you started for your dresser and sifted through notebooks, then moved under your bed and sifted through your things. “I don’t have all my-”

Tori placed a hand on your shoulder. Looking up at her from the floor, you stood up slowly and faced her. “They’re on the desk,” she said softly. With a steady face, a steady tone, she said, “I organized them all with Yunjin. You just have to make the decisions and sign on the line.”

You swallowed away the lump in your throat, the electricity in your veins lessening. Since school’s been back she’s been on top of your shit. And her own shit. And the house's shit.

“Thank you,” you whispered.

Pressing her now glossy lips together, she patted your shoulder, averted her eyes, and nodded. “Course.” Flickering her eyes back to yours, she gave you half a smile. “Get dressed and come downstairs. Please.”

“I will,” you whispered. 

She left in a cloud of Calvin Klein perfume, leaving you to dress yourself. Your white dress still lived in a heap on the floor where Yunho took it off of you. Searching your brain, walking over it, you cannot remember half of the things you said to him last night, half of what he said to you. You kissed him, that much you remembered. He kissed you.

And if San and Tori didn't walk in on you, you would’ve woken up beside Yunho instead. 

More nausea.

Changing into clothes appropriate for a meeting, something clean and not from the floor, a pair of jeans and a Nasara crew neck, just as you slipped it over your bed head, your phone rang from beneath a sweater on the rug. Sifting through the fabric, smoothing your hair in the process, one glance at the screen made you groan. You clicked the red button and opened your fathers text thread instead. At least the unknown number no longer filled you with dread.

Tapping the button to call him, you settled back on your bed, nestling yourself in the pillows.

He picked up just after the first ring.

“This is early for you on a Sunday,” he said, a tv echoing somewhere in the background behind his voice, “Everything okay?” A deep voice mumbled over the noise of the show. Yeonjun pulled the phone away, his voice going quiet. “Aurora… Yeah,” he said, then spoke into the phone, “Yoongi says hi.”

“Hi Yoongi,” you said within a breath, then sighed, “Dad, she called me again.”

“Motherfucker,” he muttered.

“That’s you, Junie,” you said, and he scoffed.

“Shut it.”

Sharing the smallest of laughs, you listened as he shared the intel with your uncle, his older brother.

“Don’t answer any,” he said to you, and you rolled your eyes.

“I don’t plan on it, it’s creepy she got my number.”

Yeonjun took a breath, you could hear it. “Yeah, I don’t like how that happened.”

Gulping, grabbing onto the pillow San slept on, pulling it into your lap, you squeezed it, bracing yourself for his answer to your question. “Have you talked to her? At all?”

“Hell no,” he said without missing a beat, “I have nothing to say to her.”

You fisted the silk in your lap. “You keep getting calls too, right?”

He shifted around where he sat, you could hear it. After a heavy breath, he muttered, “Yes.”

“Maybe she knows what happened,” you said quietly, body going very still. He was a man not keen on discussing his own health problems, whether it almost took him out or not. Even if you gave it the slightest of mentions he’d grumble like a child, though he didn’t give you as hard of a time as his brother, those two would get into it.

“How the fuck would she know all that?” 

“I don’t know,” you scoffed, “You used to frequent ‘Mano, maybe one of your girlfriends told her.” He laughed, you could hear how his head tipped backward. “When’s the last time you saw Seulgi?” 

His off and on not girlfriend. Hard to believe you were his child, right?

“Uh… August.”

“Exactly,” you said, “She’s spreading your shit.”

“I’m done with her,” he breathed, and even Yoongi laughed aloud in the background.

A smile spread onto your cheeks. “Thirty six…” you mumbled in thought, “Thirty seven?”

Yeonjun spoke to you and his brother, “Shut uuup,” he drug out.

“Think that’s the thirty seventh time you’ve said that,” you teased him. 

Yoongi said something in the background you couldn’t make out, but you knew he’d be agreeing with you if he could hear you. Yeonjun typically kept these conversations to himself when others were around in Yoongi’s house, whether it be his brother, his sister in law, or any of their kids.

“I mean it this time,” he said, “I haven’t seen her since August, you know that. She can’t handle the sober shit, so I’m done.”

His words made your blood run cold, but somehow it comforted you. Life since he’s come home from the hospital hasn’t been easy on him, or Yoongi, or you. Everything had been flipped upside down. Yeonjun didn’t lose any aspect of not being able to live his life, he could function just like everyone else, but the degree to which everything happened scared the shit out of every single one of you. The physical therapy he went through to get some of his mobility back, the strict change in diet and habits, none of it went over easy with him. A man stuck in his ways since adolescence…

Yoongi had been helping him sell the house, they packed up your childhood, your entire life into boxes, and shoved it into his basement. That little, beautiful, one story home on a street now desolate, but to you still so incredible, it stood with a sign pushed into the front lawn, one that read For Sale. Your uncle jokes that he foresaw this happening at some point, it just took twenty years longer than he thought- jokes centered around Yeonjun actually being a good dad and handling his shit when only Yoongi thought he could. It only took him dropping to the floor in his garage for this move to happen.

“You’re doing a good job, Dad,” you said quietly. 

He hesitated, then asked, “How was the dinner, Aura?” Never acknowledging himself, his accomplishments, how far he’s come, and how great he really has been doing. With a switch change of the subject he knew you were complimenting him but he simultaneously shoved a knife into your stomach.

“It was good,” you lied through your teeth. “Everything went exactly as planned, Tori did a really great job. They’re already making her a plaque for the hall of fame.” A joke, one you knew would be true, and she deserved it. 

“Give her my love.” 

You could hear his smile. “You’ll kill her if I do.”

He laughed. “How’s, uh… That boy.” You sucked in a breath, your stomach going sour. “Yunho. Right?”

“Yeah, him.”

“Did he talk to you at the dinner like you hoped?” The way his tone changed made a lump grow in your throat. His I’m trying tone.

Thinking of what to tell him, what to say to him, nothing of last night seemed appealing. Not that you could remember what you or Yunho said. You could only place the kiss. His lips and the way he pushed you backward, like he yearned for more, like he wanted more.

“Yeah, he, uh, he did,” you said. “But, it-”

“Aurora!” Tori yelled from the stairs. “We’re about to start!”

“It what? What’d he do?” Yeonjun asked.

“Dad, I gotta go,” you sighed, “We have a meeting.”

Yeonjun took a breath himself. “I don’t… Okay, yeah, call me later.”

“You don’t what?” you asked, sliding off of your bed, searching for shoes to slip into. 

Yeonjun hummed, then said, “It’s nothing. Go, President, have a good meeting.”

Your throat tightened. With sneakers on your feet you reached for the door handle and pulled it open, faced with a hallway of girls bustling about, greeting you with smiles. “Thanks,” you said to him, “Take your meds, please.”

“Already done,” he said, Yoongi’s voice sounding from the background.

Locking your phone, hanging up, ignoring the voicemail notification left behind from the unknown caller, you slipped it into your back pocket and yanked your door shut, smiling back at the girls who took their time to say hello to you. Returning their morning niceness, something you weren’t accustomed to, you spread your hello’s across the floor and tossed a few compliments toward a couple who were dressed and ready for the day.

Spinning around to eye a freshmen’s sandals, giving her your A+, five star rating, as you turned back to head down the stairs you fumbled right into the arms of a freshman, Kazuha, or Kaz as she mentioned she liked to be called. Her eyes widened, irises so dark they were almost black. She was a tiny thing just around your height, if not an inch or so taller, and she seemed to dress similarly to you in a sense, keeping things low maintenance, something she didn’t seem to care about in the couple of weeks you’ve known her. 

She joined the sorority with similar intentions to most, she wanted a sisterhood, a place to call her own, find where she belonged. But, there was something different about her. Quiet, yes, she kept to herself, but she didn’t force herself into belonging. While some of the girls took on the styles of other sisters, attempted to impress upperclassmen and members of the board, Kaz held onto herself. Her style, her sense of personality- authentic. 

Listening to her shower you with apologies now, her unmanicured hands grabbing onto your shoulders, her head shaking back and forth, long, thin, colored black hair swishing over her back, you couldn’t help but smile. 

Sifting through your brain for that night in Wooyoung’s apartment, you searched for her profile, her resume. Wooyoung had been the one to look it over, and she’d been placed in the doesn’t have an ounce of Yeji in her blood category.

You were safe. Kazuha was safe. 

“Aurora, I’m so sorry,” she gasped.

“You’re fine, it’s my fault,” you smiled, “I was not paying attention, I’m sorry.”

Kaz shook her head. “It’s okay, it’s okay,” she smiled with you. “This is perfect actually, I was waiting until later today, but, if I can, I have something to ask you, if we’re having a parents weekend, or family weekend this year?”

Nodding, you put your hands on her shoulders. “Of course we are, I know Tori has plans for it.”

Kaz sighed, relief flooding onto her face. “Thank you, my mom and sister have been dying for a reason to come bother me.”

“No problem,” you said, giving her a gentle shake. Her eyes swept over your face before her smile deepend. “I’ve gotta go, but I’ll see you soon.”

Letting go of her, giving her a wave after she bid you goodbye, you hurried down the stairs, around the corner, and rushed into the room in the back of the house. A big wooden desk greeted you, as did a few smiling faces all facing Tori where she stood beside your chair. They were in light discussion of the night before, your cheeks threatened to turn pink. Laughs, inside jokes, comments of what went on, you weren’t aware of any of it. 

They all said hello to you, except Yunho.

He sat next to Mingi who sat directly in front of where Tori stood. In black sweatpants, a navy blue hoodie, his glasses perched on his nose just beneath his freshly washed hair, he didn’t even spare you a glance. Feeling your phone vibrate in your back pocket, you let them continue their last night jokes and pulled it out, expecting to see another voicemail waiting for you.

To your surprise, your dad had left you a text.

[choi asshole #1]:  I don’t know how I feel about this one aura that’s all. I don’t want to sway your decision because I know how you feel but I don’t know. What you had with wooyoung was so good how can you go from one to the other??? I trust that you will make the right decision. You usually do. Take your time. I love you.

Tears brimmed your eyes. Sitting down in the leather chair, the mass of the desk nearly swallowing you, you gave the message a heart and set your phone down. Looking out into the room, all of the couches and chairs facing you, the new board members' eyes flickering around with excitement, you sucked down a deep breath and sat forward, your elbows laying across the wood.

“Okay, okay,” Tori spoke up, quieting the room. Holding her hand out to Seonghwa, she grinned. “Hi guys.”

The boys returned her hello, but Mingi’s was the loudest, his smitten little smile gazing up at her behind his large frames on his nose. 

Tori took a deep breath, scanned the room, smiled at you, then announced, “The Sweethearts Formal is happening this year.”  

The girls erupted with cheers, Mingi and Seonghwa shouting with them as the other boys smiled and slapped their hands together. Everyone filled with instant excitement, a happiness that couldn’t reach you, or the boy sitting beside Mingi. 

Tori clasped her hands together and took a breath. “And we will be opening it to students outside of our organizations.” More cheers. Yunho shifted in his seat, his eyes pointed to his lap. “Chaewon and I will start looking for spaces to hold it as soon as possible,” she turned to you, “As soon as we have eligible places, we’ll hand them over to you two,” she glanced at Seonghwa who spent a few seconds with his eyes on you, “And we’ll await approval.” 

The Sweethearts Formal. An event you knew would come with some sort of twist, because they always did. An event for Tori to plan, for her to handle. Something you knew she adored.

All you had to do was sign the papers.

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JJK Men Perfect First Date

Part 2

Check out part 1 here ✨

a/n: Part 3 will include Aoi Todo / Yuta Okkotsu / Mahito / Ino Takuma 💛

@itz-amani what do you think about Sukuna's first date 🫶🏻??

Divider credit: @cafekitsune 🧡

Itadori Yuuji: Cinema date

Yuuji loves movies, especially horror ones and that would be a reason for both of you to cling onto each other, in case you get scared easily.

But since it's your first date, Yuuji would let you suggest and choose what you'll be watching.

You'd share a large bucket of sweet popcorn and grab your favorite candies. Your hands would touch while grabbing the popcorn, making both of you blush.

Yuuji would definitely sneak extra snacks in case you got hungry during the movie.

You'd settle into your comfy seats and you won't pull up the armrest, fully enjoying the closeness of your bodies.

The atmosphere is so light and full of joy, Itadori is a ball of sunshine, he'd make you laugh a lot by cracking jokes.

During the movie, you'd repeatedly steal glances at each other, sharing smiles and subtle touches.

If there's a romantic scene both of you would feel extremely shy, turning into tomatoes.

You'd be the last ones to leave, you'd stay a bit longer, excitedly discussing your favorite scenes and plot twists.

Shared laugher would continue even after leaving the cinema, he would ask you on a second date for sure.

Would definitely walk you home, and offer you his jacket if the weather got chilly.

Would give you a big hug or a kiss on the cheek as a ' thank you ' , anticipating your shared future adventures.

“That was a great movie, but being here with you made it absolutely perfect”

Ryomen Sukuna: Late night drive

Your first date would be full of adrenaline.

Sukuna would arrive in a sleek sports car to pick you up, the roaring engine hinting at the adventure ahead.

Would open the door for you, to leave a good first impression.

His hand shamelessly would rest on your thigh the whole drive sending shivers down your spine.

The playlist basically consists of The Weeknd songs as they sync with the pulse of the night.

Once you hit the open road, the empty streets are inviting for a burst of speed.

The route includes sharp turns and twists adding to the excitement, your heart would be beating out of your chest but you completely trust that Sukuna would get you to your destination in one piece.

The city lights became blurry from how fast Sukuna was driving, landscapes became a dynamic backdrop as if you were traveling to another dimension.

Eventually Sukuna's, found a quiet spot to let the adrenaline settle.

You'd get out of the car to watch the breathtaking city light from the top of a hill, letting the cold night breeze bring you back to reality.

His arm would wrap around you pulling you closer to his chest to transfer his body heat to yours.

If you get extremely cold, you'd get back inside his car and chill there.

Would definitely make out with you in his car while After Hours- The Weeknd♪ is playing in the background.

“The thrill of the speed is matched only by the thrill of being here with you. It's like the universe conspired for us to have this moment”

Megumi Fushiguro: Library date

As you greet each other, Megumi would give you a single red rose, it would make your heart flutter and add a touch of romance. Who said Megumi can't be romantic?

You'd go to an aesthetic library, first you'd start your date by exploring the aisles together, checking the different genres of book that are filling the shelves.

The hushed atmosphere and the sound of pages turning soothed both of you.

Both of you would recommend different genres depending on your tastes.

After grabbing the books that you'll be reading, you'd find a cosy corner with cushions.

You'd sit there next to a big window, reading and watching as the droplets of rain fell on the glass.

You'd share occasional glances, blushing when you make eye contact, smiling softly.

You'd read your favorite lines to each other, and discuss the hidden meanings behind sentences.

There are silent moments where words aren't needed, just a comfortable silence shared between both of you, happily humming.

Megumi would walk you home, and promise you for a second date to visit another library with a different aesthetic, he would give you a warm hug.

You'd forever keep that rose that Megumi gave you, you'd use it as a bookmark.

Choso Kamo: Cooking together

Nothing is better than staying at home on rainy day, while enjoying home made food, especially with the man you love. ( pretend you and Choso live in the same building so he won't be soaked with rain)

You and Choso would plan a romantic menu for the night and brainstorm what recipes you'd try to cook.

The kitchen became a shared a space of creativity, fresh ingredients spread on the counter.

Before diving into the cooking, you would choose the perfect playlist.

The kitchen fills with your favorite tunes, and your giggles.

If he manages to pluck up the courage he would wrap his arms around you, engulfing you in a warm back hug.

You would take turns while cooking, chopping, stirring and tasting, you would use the same spoon to taste food making you kiss indirectly.

Once you feel comfortable enough, you'd share a lot of backhugs and include a lot of soft sweet touching.

Once your food is ready, you'd decorate the plate with it, taking it to the living room so both of you can eat while watching your comfort shows.

You'd settle on the comfy sofa, covering yourself with a warm blanket as the food is presented infront of you on the table.

He'd tuck strands of your hair behind your ear while you eat.

You'd feed each other, exchanging comforting smiles.

You'd conclude the night with a sweet dessert that Choso made.

He'd end up staying over, both of you cuddling in each other's arm slowly drifting off to sleep, peacefully sleeping in each other's embraces while rain is pouring outside.

“The warmth is this kitchen, mirrors the warmth in my heart when I'm with you”

[neuvistar]

Ass, tits or thighs for loucha and welt

You can choose other hsr men

Fluff of nsfw you pick

ASS, TITS OR THIGHS?

— featuring ┊ luocha, welt, jing yuan, blade, gepard x fem!reader (all separate)

— warnings / content warnings ┊ a lil short i think?? uh not proofread, tiny bit of titplay, mentions of thigh fucking??, slight body worship me thinks, mentions of face sitting, use of nicknames, nothing extreme just suggestive of implied suggestive themes! || 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

— a/n ┊good question, let’s decide this once n for all ! hope u enjoyed this i had fun sm fun writing it tbh ++ i loved writing jing yuan’s part its so cute 2 me

LUOCHA lowkey seems like a thigh man, blud doesn’t care how big or how small he just wants you to crush him with your thighs. i mean come on i’m sure he probably likes the feeling of his hands trailing down your hips then to your thighs, giving them a nice squeeze while he’s at it. he seems like he’d enjoy times where you would thigh highs, thanking the aeons above for this lovely gift and beautiful sight. ++ when you do wear it jesus fuck his hands r always on your thighs, gently sliding two fingers in your black thigh highs you wore that day, pretty eyes gazing at yours to see your reaction.

maybe if he’s feeling a lil silly he’d slide his fingers inside you too, bonus points for that skull emoji idk man this goof just seems and LOOKS like a thigh man, i’m sure he’s a big fan of face sitting too since he’d love how your thighs cage around his head, holding them firmly as he eats you out like there’s no tomorrow. he just wants to get crushed by your thighs, i’m sure he’s someone that stays true to his word as well, “death by thighs is the way of a warrior” is what he believes. luocha just wants to savour the feeling of your thighs around his head, oh yeah his favourite place to kiss you is probably your thighs, surprise surprise!! that man has a huge thing for your thighs you don’t even know why, always complimenting you how beautiful they look too, you don’t mind though. but anyways, he loves kissing your thighs, such a sweetheart isn’t he?

WELT is expiring bruh one thrust n that fucker is already fading into thin air but itz ok cuz i like em expired (NAHH IM SO SORRY) but anyways he’s an ass man, i’m sure of it. that brunette loves ass more than you think, he’s a sucker for that fatty i know it, look me in the eyes n tell me he isn’t an ass man cuz he is n no one’s gonna convince me he’s not i don’t wanna hear it /j but back to business yeah he seems like an ass man, i think bro’s vv cool with it too like if you asked him “ass tits or thighs” he would give you a full description on why he prefers ass out of everyone of them, whenever you two make love i like to think that he prefers it if you take it from the back. why? well lemme tell you

he likes it whenever you take it from the back cuz he gets full view of your back and most importantly your ass, the way his hips snap against yours, hypnotized by the way your ass looks, giving it a lil squeeze too. oh yeah he’s probably the type to give ur ass little taps, like gentle ones but it isn’t perverted in anyway it’s just to get you moving, and maybe to also get a reaction out of you but yes no more explanation this manz is crazy for ass he would get hard at the sight of you in some tight clothing that makes your ass look nice wink wink. this goof probably snuck a lil glance at your ass when you were bending over one time, grabbing a pencil. let’s jus say, he got hard! cmon he just loves ass, he loves it sm bros probably fascinated over the jiggle physics of your ass or sumn cause gahhh dahum

JING YUAN i think he’d be vv sweet about these sort of things, he wouldn’t rlly separate things into things he liked or didn’t like, he loved everything about you. jing yuan would find you perfect in his eyes, he found you rather beautiful in every aspect, an alluring attraction he could not simply look away from, but he cared not for your body, for your beauty was the least of your features n it was everything else about you that he found the most attractive. beyond compare and without fault. but in all truthfulness, he loves titties stfu i’m not gonna argue with anyone else he’s a tit man and that’s final, it’s true it’s confirmed by me he’s apart of the tittie lover committee. but honestly, like i said he’d find every aspect of you beautiful (he’s a tit man trust he’s just in denial)

he would be so so sweet :( if u ever asked him what he liked abt u (ass tits n thighs yk) he would simply let out a deep sigh and kiss your forehead,

“why do you care so deeply about my opinion on your body?" jing yuan asked softly with a soft shake of his head. "does my opinion mean that much to you? i think you are a rather beautiful woman. that’s all, nothing more, nothing less. i do not look at you like a prize or a toy, my dove, for you mean more to me than your appearance. but since you are so concerned, i will say it. you are extremely beautiful in my eyes, i love everything about you. every part of your body, your facial features, your personality, everything. there’s nothing i can pin point, because i love everything about you, beautiful.” (he still loves ur tits though)

BLADE is indecisive with this sort of thing me thinks.. he’d choose all three but if you ask him why he did, honestly he’d pull up some shit like “because i desire them all and i get what i desire” or sum shit like that, he’s just a lil indecisive guys. but jokes aside, he would prefer your tits. he’s probably a tit man in my eyes! there’s just something about your titties that makes him stop and think about the decisions he made in life. the first time you guys got busy (if you know what i mean) blud would get all red for the first time asking if he could touch your breasts, and that special day.. he fell in love with the feeling of his hands engulfing your tits, the softness of your flesh was intoxicating to him almost.

he probably doesn’t care about size either, he just loves how his large hands engulf your tits as a whole, he loves the little whimpers you let out when he plays with your hardened nipples, twisting it gently as he feels your body jolt against his, pressing himself even closer against you. blade loves you and your body, he just can’t get enough of you because you’re so beautiful to him, he’s one lucky man to have someone like you. he’s probably into titfucking too, the thought of it makes me curl my toes tbh. he probably slides his dick in between the softness of your breasts, a moaning mess as he threw his head back, enjoying the feeling of your boobs around his cock. bonus points if he came on your tits afterwards, he fell more and more in love with you and your titties. he would probably cum on your tits like 99% of the time whenever you guys would have sex, you would scold him sometimes but cmon he can’t help it. he loves how pretty your tits look covered with his cum.

GEPARD last but not least the babygirl ever, most the babygirl of the babygirls, he would probably prefer ass ++ thighs over anything else. he tries to push these kind of thoughts away but he knows he can’t escape them when you’re right there all dolled up and pretty for him. gepard would blush seeing you in a short skirt, bonus points if you wore thigh highs or black tights along with it. i like to think tgat he would feel ashamed of himself for thinking such things about you, taking a quick glance of your thighs whenever you both use the stairs, seeing how your skirt would move a bit. jesus he didn’t even know you had allat back there, but you did. bless your parents. but honestly i don’t think he’d care about the size either, he just loves how soft they feel against his palm, huge fan of you taking it from the back too.

gepard is probably into thigh fucking too, grabbing your thighs and ripping your black tights, positioning himself in between them as he slides himself between the heat of your inner thighs, his dick also rubbing against your pussy too more bonus points for that. he would savour and take in the feeling of your thighs against his cock, loving how warm you felt around him. he’s such a huge sucker for that fattie n huge sucker for them neck crushers, if you sat on his face and broke his neck he would probably blame himself for being too weak to handle you like he should, speaking of that he loves it whenever you sat on his face, like i said no matter the side he’s diving into that pussy like it’s the pacific ocean, he doesn’t give two fucks if you’re too heavy your pussy is the ocean he’s gonna dive in 2nite (he’s practically asking u to break his neck atp skull emoji)

[dark-and-kawaii]

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ Their Girl For The Night ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

✧˖° Summary: Imagine sitting on the ground just outside the tiefling party, your back pinned to Zevlor’s chest as he keeps you locked in place while Halsin eats you out as if you were his last me…

✧˖° Pairings: Halsin x F!Reader/Tav x Zevlor

✧˖° Content: NSFW - Cunnilingus - Halsin Eats You Out So Well - Zevlor Holds You In Place - Anal - Vaginal Sex - Squirting - Big Dick Halsin & Zevlor

✧˖° Notes: This is pure smut, I had the idea while horny for Zevlor now please enjoy and be horny with me hahaha xoxo

Zevlor’s arms hold you firm against his chest, his fingers tracing the curve of your waist, his breath hot against your neck, “Such a pretty thing, you are.” His tail finds its way up your outer thigh, slowly dragging across your skin before stoping at your stomach- the tip of it tracing slow little circles around your belly button.

You writhe and buck against Zevlor, desperate to get away from the overwhelming pleasure, “Ngh~ S’Zevy~ Mngh~~~!!!” Your words slurred, a jumble of half made syllables that were barely comprehensible, “I- Mah~ My~ c-Can’t~ Haaa!!!!”

“You can,” Zevlor moves to nip and lap at the nape of your neck, his horns scraping light patterns against your cheek, “and you will.”

Halsin chuckles, his breath ghosting over your wet sex, his hands kneading into your thighs, his tongue flicking and pressing against your clit with expert precision before diving his skilled tongue back inside your weeping hole.

Your back arches against Zevlor, a loud whorish moan falling from your parted lips, a thick line of drool slowly trickling down your chin, eyes lidded and glazed with lust.

You could feel Zevlor’s cum seeping from your stretched asshole, prior to Halsin getting his paws on you, Zevlor had bent you over the side of a fallen tree and fucked you like his own personal cumdump…

- The feeling of his calloused hands roaming over every inch of you, groping and fondling and squeezing, his mouth biting and sucking and licking, his tongue teasing and tasting, his cock ramming into you, his balls slapping against you with every rough thrust, his tail twirling and flicking your clit. You were a mess by the time Zevlor was finished, and when he came inside you, he took special care to push it all deep within you- he wanted his cum to be trapped inside you, not wanting a single drop to escape. The hellrider wanted to know that you’d be leaking his cum each step you took the next day. -

A hard bite against the sensitive flesh of your clit snaps you from your thoughts.

“FH~!!!! Noooo~!!! Hal-Halsin~!!! Ah~! T-too w’rou-rough” Your eyes screw shut as tears prick the corners of your eyes, “Zev~ pllllleaa~se- itz too mu-ch-“

“Look at the way your juices spill out from you, my dear- the way they coat his face. The way your thighs quake, the way your hips jolt, as if well as the way your toes curl, it is all so lovely.” Zevlor pulls and twists one of your nipples, just enough to send another wave of pleasure crashing over you, the waves of your impending orgasm threatening to drown you.

Halsin’s eyes watched your face, drinking in your every expression, memorizing each sound, taking in the way your body quivered and writhed and twisted under his touch, how you were coming apart at the seams.

He wanted to hear you scream, wanted everyone to hear how you were claimed tonight and enjoyed the pleasures he could give.

Taking the swollen bundle of nerves into his mouth, his tongue laving and massaging the sensitive nub, his nose pressed against your pelvis- inhaling the intoxicating musky scent that was only you. His fingers plunged into your dripping sex, curling and pressing and scissoring, the slick sounds of his fingers thrusting into you were loud and filthy.

He felt the way your walls fluttered and twitched, the telltale sign of your incoming orgasm.

Releasing your clit from his mouth, his hand replaced his tongue, the other hand pulling his fingers from you, and in a quick motion, his fingers were shoved back inside you, and a third was added, curling them upwards, pressing into your plush walls, “Let it go- cum for us my heart, allow us both to taste your sweet nectar.”

Your eyes were wide, the feeling of the sudden stretch, the sensation of his fingers pressing and curling against your sweet spot, the command that came from Halsin… Your vision goes white and your entire body seizes up- a long, loud moan falling from your open mouth, and your release soaks his hand, coating his palm, his wrist, his arm, his chin, his mouth…

He drinks you in like a man dying of thirst, the sweet ambrosia coating his throat. He doesn't stop until you beg for him to, tears staining your flushed cheeks, “Please- P-pleeease… n-no m-more… t-too m-much~ a-aahhhhhh~~ Z-Z-Zevy~~~ Halllsinnn~!”

Another wave of pleasure rushes through you, a dry orgasm from Halsin suckling on your overly sensitive clit, his tongue swiping the little bud one last time before pulling away, his fingers leaving you with an obscene pop.

You were a sweaty, sticky, panting, shaking, and crying mess… It felt as if you were going to pass out, the world around you spinning and swirling.

You were dimly aware of the movement behind you, rustling and pulling you into his lap, into Zevlor’s lap. His cock already hard and rutting against your still sensitive pussy.

The feeling of Zevlor pushing into causes a pathetic whine to fall from your mouth. Your hips pulled flush against his, his cock buried to the hilt, the tip kissing the entrance to your womb, “Ngh, Zev~ Haaaaaaaa~ too much, it's- hhaaaa- so good- fuuuuuckk- but too- too much, t-tooooooo m-much. M-mooore~!”

His tail wrapped around your thigh, spreading your legs wider granting Halsin better access…

The Druid positioned himself at your already stuffed hole, the tip of his cock pushing inside of you, the head of his large cock attempting to slip in and stretching the sensitive ring of muscles…

You weren’t sure who spiked the three of yours drinks with one of Ethel’s potions, but you were thankful they did. You only hoped that you wouldn’t be to fucked out tomorrow so you can find and thank whoever it was..

[cosmicourple]

Hello, it’s me again. Sorry for any spam, my side of tumblr sometimes glitches and don’t send asks. Still, I’m glad you like the Drabble I made. This one isn’t as long or good since I had a bit of writer’s block but here, I hope you enjoy it. Have a good day/night:

A lost dream, a lost song

“Countless time loops…” A lone voice sang, tired, grief-stricken yet reluctantly accepting the pain and plight. Darkness blanketed the skies, with the constellations as the only audience.

“Countless time loops I have played and tried… All just for one goal in mind…”

There’s no one else here…

“No one at my side, with each reset everything rewinds. With the exception of my mind…”

There’s no one else here…

“How long can I stay, spinning in this wheel of infinity… I can’t do this anymore-“

“So you will give up now? That would be pathetic, mortal.” There’s someone here.

“Poseidon?” Odysseus blinked, glistening eyes staring at the god of the seas as he rises towards him, the wave gently crashing against the cliff.

“I have grown tired of your bemoaning and laments Odysseus. Selene’s chariot has gone past halfway through the sky.” Poseidon said, crossing his arms. Odysseus, too scarred to be threatened, rolls his eyes. “Oh hush, you don’t know what I’ve gone through. What are you even doing here?”

“Do I need to repeat myself? Your bemoaning and laments have become truly irritating.” Poseidon scoffs, crossing his arms, careful not to aggravate his bandaged injuries.

“So you stuck around after our deal is done huh? Figured you be too salty to leave.” Odysseus shrugs with an amused smile, making the god glare at him in offence, “Excuse me?!”

“Just… Look, I don’t want to do this… We made a deal right? I beat you, you take my ships back home, and we already fulfilled each side of the bargain.” Odysseus then said, closing his eyes as he lets his tears fall, his smile strained and weak. His body slumped over, exhaustion wearing down his bones. “There’s no need for you to be here.”

“Hmph, the deal did not include me leaving you alone.” Poseidon pointed out, making the king sigh in defeat. “Yeah, you’re right on that. Just let me sing a little longer and no interrogating me about it… please.”

Poseidon held back a taunt and gloat, his eyes narrowed as he shifts to a more human appearance, sitting beside the mortal king on the ledge. Something in his heart aches from Odysseus’s pain, whatever it was, though Poseidon cannot tell why that is. He doesn’t know why he chose to stay after the deal where the mortal through some miracle had stomped on his pride, nor does he know why he felt the urge to comfort the man. Still, with a reluctant hand on the other’s back, Poseidon listens to Odysseus’s hymm.

“My heart grew big with love, a love that never could come back to me, ohh… Ohh~”

“Would they love me again? I highly doubt that, they might not even care… Not anymore, not like before…”

“I thought I would love one alone… But now more ensnared my… Heart… That’s so cruel, taking what I can’t get… Back……”

“..osei… Ze…. I lo……. Lik… I… ‘ove… m’wife…… I don………”

Poseidon didn’t know why he woke up with tears slowly cascading down his cheeks, nor why the last though he had before awakening from Hypnos’ realm was that wretched mortal. The god of earthquakes and seas huffs as he resumes his task on finding the coward. He may not remember what the dream was but it matters not, the mortal’s luck will run out soon and he will find glee in making him suffer and beg.

… He hastily dismisses the guilt and pain that clawed at his heart from such thoughts, he didn’t know why he felt such a thing but it didn’t matter. Why should he care? That mortal deserved no sympathy from him.

First off, itz completely cool ‘bout the glitches Anon <], & im glad u liked my,, enthusiastic feedback and writers block is a-okay with me (im pretty useless at getting my fic thoughts out as well, most of the time even haha :”)))

second,,,,,, DNJIYFSDYYGGGGT THE ODYSEIDON FOOD!1!!!1111!1!1!1!1!!!111!!!!!!!1!111!!!!!1!!!111!!1!1111!!!!!!!‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

MHMHHHMHH—- I love Ody’s’ song hhmhjjrss, him expressing a lil’ bit of his agony thru singing is soooo- kiss

mhehef Poseidon out here being guided by his subconscious’s Loop fee fee’s hehehe auuuuu this ship makes my brain itch 💥💥

OWSSWWWWW THE BIT AT THE END AS ODYSSEUS FALLS ASLEEP SINGING SORROWFULLY FOR ‘SEIDON, PENELOPE N ZEUS UUUUUOOOOOOOOOO—😭 every time these asks hurt me fuck man

HEHEHEHEHE OH THE FOOD!!!!!!!!!! THE TASTY FOOD😋😋😋😋😋😋😋😋😋😋

again (4 the like, fifth time-) thank you so much 4 this imssdsvhjjfffb mmmmmm I love u platonically srs <]]3

[evansuvamp]

Xipe Totec in RoR!

The last sibling: Xipe Totec. A quiet and tough god. He's a protective person though he looks so cold and care free. He was one of the gods listed until Zeus messed it up and they had to re-do that freaking list. The fact to choose him was his skills with the arrows and hands. You see, his name alone has power, because it means "The Flayed one" (you already understand his stregnth, right?). "I'm going to make you a pile of trash" his voice sounded deep, with evil intentions. The quote was for another god. How dare him to underestimate his skills? This stupid game to end humanity was boring, but... His brothers are quite risking their will helping that valkyrie. He cannot let them down.

Annnnd here's him! I hope you like him ;D, I'm planning to do a short intro with their story soon, I just need to take a little break for that (I'm working in other drawings too!)

Thanks for your support as always @praisethesuuun @itz-hellenz @nicasdreamer @rlvdnt

[mattslolita]

𝑺𝑷𝑨𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑶𝑵𝑮 ( 𝒎. 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒐𝒍𝒐 𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒓𝒃! )

˚　　　　✦　　　.　　. 　 ˚　.　　　　　 . ✦　　　 　˚　　　　 . ★⋆.

the cool breeze of the boston air whipped throughout her hair softly as she gazed up at the night sky in front of her — the stars looked like freckles dancing across the canvas of someone's face, painting a wondrous scene in front of her.

sat on the side of her was her boyfriend matt, who had been admiring the beautiful brown skinned girl beside him. in his mind, the starstruck look on her face was easily more beautiful than the view of the stars splayed in front of them.

being that the two were already surrounded by family most of the time, they didn't always get a chance to have alone time with one another. this surprise date idea was initiated by matt, and she was quick to oblige as she had been incredibly happy.

"did we run out of the white cheddar cheez itz that fast?" she whispers to him, turning to see that he already had his eyes on her.

"y/n, you finished them during the car ride here," matt laughs at her softly, but his eyes go wide and he snaps his fingers at her, "but wait, i bought more snacks cause i know how you are."

she playfully shoves his arm, as he gets up and walks back over to his minivan. she puts her arms under her head and lays her head back, looking back up at the scenery with a soft smile on her features.

when he comes back over to see her, he's so mesmerized by the starstruck expression she has on her face that he doesn't even bother to announce that the snacks are back.

instead, he goes and lays down next to her, gently placing his head next to hers as his arm reaches over and pulls her waist closer to him. he traces small patterns on her stomach, creating a tingling sensation throughout her body as she leaned into his touch.

and the two stayed that way for a while, lost in the feeling of each other — the soft hum of the owls in the distance mixed with the small buzz of the city life below the hill they were on created a peaceful moment that they were sure to take in.

"which star is yours?" matt asks her, his gaze now on her as she bites her lip in contemplation.

"do you see the constellation orion right there?" she says softly. she points to the alignment of three stars which portray orion's belt.

she grabs his hand into hers and lifts his middle finger up, tracing out the pattern of orion the hunter above them — then she slowly moves his finger to the bright eye which belongs to taurus the bull. "taurus."

"your sign," he smiles, and hums in agreement, turning to smile at him.

"unfortunately though, you can't see leo very well at the moment," she explains to him, "taurus is northwest of orion, also surrounded by gemini with aries on the right side of it."

"do you know where leo is usually located?" he asks, causing her to beam as she nods furiously.

"leo is like between cancer and virgo, and its other constellation neighbors are hydra, leo minor, ursa major, and sextans which are the only ones i can remember right now."

"sextans, huh?" matt grins suggestively, to which she smacks her teeth with a playful eyeroll.

"grow up, matthew," she giggles, and gosh he loves the way his full name rolls off her tongue. "can you try and not make this sexual right now?"

"depends," matt shrugs with a grin, slowly placing himself on top of her, tucking a french braid away from her face as he presses a kiss to her nose, "how long can you go without resisting me?"

she giggles at him and presses their lips together slowly, until suddenly a small flash of light moves across the sky in hues of blue, causing her to grin into the kiss — a shooting star.

her wish was to stay in moments like these forever.

[micro-wav]

50/50 chance won! - Party Noob

Genre: fluff

Summary: You're traveling on the elevator when a well-known floor comes up.

CW: none!

[Not a request, I just really wanted to write something cute with Poob, I feel like they deserve more love :) ]

[I wrote this with a platonic relationship in mind, but you could also see this as more than friendship, so it's tagged as x reader as well!]

Excitedly, you walk out of the elevator, the jukebox playing on your left, but your face is turned towards the right where you see none other than your favorite party goer.

The elevator bell sound signaling its arrival to a new floor chimes before the doors open, revealing the subway station which you knew all too well by now.

"Noobie!" You exclaim with excitement before running towards them and throwing your arms around them, giving Poob just enough time to lift the present they were holding up above his head so you could properly hug them. "Y/N! HII!!"

Once inside you press one of the buttons of the elevator, which was redundant since it would just start on it's own anyways and all the buttons were the same, but it was a force of habit from normal elevators so you didn't mind.

After letting them go, you grab one of their hands and walk towards the elevator, Poob letting you basically drag him along, the present now awkwardly tucked under their arm to keep it from falling, but they were already used to this and knew you wouldn't let their hand go anytime soon anyways.

"I wonder where we'll go to next~" You hum as the doors close shortly after and you turn your gaze towards Poob, more importantly the present in her hands, eyeing it curiously. "Whatcha got in there this time?"

Poob grins knowingly, turning away from you just a little as you were still holding her hand. "I dunnooo, wut r u thinking I got in here?" Making you sigh, feigning exasperation as you grab their hand a little tighter and tug him towards you a little to make them look at you once more. "Gimme a hint!"

They laugh, grinning widely as they think about how best to describe it "hmmm, itz fluffy! n' cute!"

You think for a moment, trying to think of something that would fit that description and fit inside the Box "A kitty? No, that'd make noises and the Box wouldn't be this stabile to hold with one hand.. a plushie maybe?" Poobs eyes sparkle at your words and he nods eagerly "Correct!!" He exclaims excitedly, throwing the box in the air which makes it explode, confetti falling slowly as a plushie appears, making you let go of poobs hand to catch it.

As if on queue, the elevator comes to a stop as you stop hugging and the doors open after the familiar ring of the bell, signaling the start of the next floors timer. Eager to explore, you hold onto your new plushie and grab Poobs hand with your other one, happily doing everything with just one hand as long as it means you don’t have to let go just yet.

You realize you weren't actually too far off in your first guess, it turns out to be a plushie of a cat, it's Black beady eyes staring at you, its stitched smile unfaltering as you look at it. You squeal, hugging it tightly before wrapping your hands around Poob once more, squeezing her tightly "thank you, thank you, it's so cute!!" Poob matches your energy perfectly, now able to hug you back since they were no longer carrying anything "WELC!!"

[valentine-writes]

Can you do enemies to lovers with 1016 Miles?? :3

[ this will be my last req for this account, moving to my new blog officially once this one is up! catch me on @l0vem41l <3 reqs will be open there when i'm ready ＞︿＜ ]

overachiever

「 tws + notes: no tws, unedited, burnout, reader also attends visions academy, reader is trying so so hard to not be mean and fails (im so sorry), one-sided academic rivalry, author doesn't know how american schools work (i am so so sorry), comfort (?) 」

「 gn!reader, can be platonic or romantic <3」

↳ ft. miles morales (1610)

author's note: YES I CAN!!! however,, i put a lil twist on the prompt given and made it academic rivalry (i genuinely cant find a viable reason to beef w/ miles i am so sorry (-﹏-；) !!) anyways! hope this works with you!!! soz itz so short!!! :[[

"wow," your friend's eyes light up, scanning over your test results, "...you've gotta be like, the smartest person i know."

you laugh politely, smiling at them as they hand your paper back. "no, it's really not that big of a deal–"

"what do you mean 'not that big of a deal?! dude, you got 100% on a test most people failed." your friend shoves their paper in your face as evidence– a 57% in red on theirs. "that's like... the highest grade achievable. probably the highest in cla–"

"THIS GUY GOT A 101%!"

everyone turns to the voice– the loud kid who sat behind miles eyeing his test.

you blinked in disbelief. you didn't even know getting extra credit was possible on this one.

miles looked up at the faces of his staring peers faces filled with disbelief and slight annoyance, and fumbled to set his test face down on his desk. he flashed an awkward grin "uh... yeah?"

-

▸ you liked miles. he was friendly. sweet. genuine. you couldn't hate him if you wanted to. no, you didn't feel hate towards him. it was just... jealousy. simple, petty, burning jealousy.

▸ visions academy was something you had to work your ass off for, constantly studying just to stay on the level of the students who attended. NERDS. all of them were nerds. but you were attending this school too sooo,,,

and then there was miles. someone who barely even had to try to get the highest grades. he had you seething.

▸ the most humiliating part was the fact that he had little to no interest in competing with you at all. the few times you had spoken were awkward and curt on your end, and yes– it felt awful being so mean for something as small as personal resentment.

▸ nothing justified your one word responses or the accidental snark that would slip into those few words. you mentally kicked yourself for the times you watched his grin falter because of something you said, miles awkwardly trying to laugh off whatever cold remark you just shot at him.

he'd walk away, dejected, and you'd stand there for a moment– frozen as you fought the urge to run up to him and try to explain yourself or beg for forgiveness. it didn't make sense to at this point. maybe he'd just accept this was the way you were– the way things would be between you two.

▸ so yes, perhaps in your pursuit of favouring school over every other aspect of your life, your social skills were left rotting and underdeveloped. but you knew, deep down, it wasn't just you being awkward.

being around him made you feel small. talking to someone, radiating the aura of someone with a promise-filled future made you look completely directionless and clueless in comparison. the effort you put into your academics was almost repulsive to think about when miles could take a test with a blindfold on and probably still score 90s.

maybe it was the deep set fear that you'd never amount to anything if you didn't burn yourself out trying. all of a sudden, the academic validation of being good wasn't enough. not when you were one of the best once.

▸ you spent an absurd amount of time trying to avoid him, deliberately moving to the furthest corners of the library so he wouldn't see you there struggling to wrap your head around whatever you were being taught in physics.

heavens above forbid that he walk up to you, greeting you with that sunny smile and cheerful voice that could make anyone falter. you may have been jealous of him– but oh, how you hated that feeling that way when he nothing but well-meaning.

-

the last sip of your coffee– long cooled by now thanks thermodynamics– did nothing to make you feel less dead. you had lost track of the time you had spent practically decomposing in this library, studying for an upcoming physics test that had you reeling just by the mere thought of it.

you sighed, staring at the papers strewn on the desk. your hands fidgeted with the pencil in your hand, it's eraser and tip rendered flat and useless by now, as you tried to muster the energy to gather your things to leave. it was much too late. the library would be closed soon and you'd be forced to go back home to study at your own desk in your bedroom.

this was routine. go to school, study in the library until it gets dark, and go home to study more– the next day, you'd find yourself still awake and studying or with a headache, your cheek pressed to the desk, and drool on your notebook. yeah. your bed hasn't been used in a solid while. and science homework isn't exactly the comfiest pillow. but this is what you were used to.

standing up, you stretched out a bit– and immediately froze as a familiar voice called your name. you paused, reluctantly turning to the source of the voice.

"...god, morales–" you huffed, "you nearly scared me half to death."

this is the friendliest you've been towards him in a while, he notices, as you flash him a tiny, crooked smile on your tired face. all potential malice you could have held had been beaten out by your absolute lack of energy.

he approaches you and looks at your desk, considering what to say to fill the silent air. he places a hand on your shoulder, you stiffen–

"hey." miles flashes a grin, not his signature smile but,, somewhat of a forced smolder.

you stare and resist the urge to cringe, wondering if you were sleep deprived to the point of hallucinations. you gently brush his hand off your shoulder.

"...hi?" you respond, unsure of what to do.

miles is snapped out of whatever stupid trance he was in by your voice.

"oh– uh– yeah, hey," he repeats your name again, trying to recover from whatever that was, "is– is everything okay?"

"i could ask you the same thing."

he lets out a little chuckle. "you know what i mean. all... this." miles' hand gestures vaguely to your desk and current state of complete entropy. "how long have you been here?"

you avert your gaze, shame burning in your face. "i... don't know?"

a pause.

miles places a hand on your back this time, in an attempt of friendly comfort. geez, are they keeping you locked in here?" he quips, earning half of a dry laugh from you. "c'mon. you should probably get home and rest by now."

"but–" your lips part in protest, looking back up at him to argue– but he just looks back, concern filled in his dark doe-like eyes. all possibilities of fighting him on this were out the window.

"you need it." he insists, a gentle smile forming on his face. much better than the weird smoulder from earlier, you think. "i'll even walk you there."

before you can speak up, he moves away from you, beginning to help you gather up your things to pack up. you mumble a silent thank you to him, which he accepts happily with a nod.

as he hands over the papers, his eyes scan them. "oh! physics? i love physics."

"no shit, morales." you scoff, snatching up the papers from him and stuffing them in your bag. "it sure seems to love you."

yet again, you've managed to mess things up. you bite the inside of your cheek before you can say anything worse. a sigh escapes your lips, as you decide to at least try and save the interaction.

"look... i'm really sorry. it's been a rough day, i've been struggling to get the concepts down, i'm falling behind and feeling stupid as hell right now, and– to make everything worse, the fucking test is just stressing me out and i just– i just..." you trail off from your ramblings, a sob getting caught in your throat as your shaky hands grip your backpack.

"woah, woah, hey– it's okay."

he slowly puts an arm around your shoulder, careful not to startle you or make you uncomfortable. you don't even realize how you lean into him. "let's just get you home. you've done your best, yeah?"

you nod. he offers you a little smile.

"exactly. and that's enough. okay? you're doing more than you can handle right now." there's a few more shared words as he reassures you.

part of him wonders how long this had been going on– how long you had been working yourself until you broke– mainly because that test that was stressing you out was more than a week away. yeah. he'd need to convince you to watch after yourself more often.

-

"and now a silly one!!!" (more lighthearted hcs below for the aftermath of this becuz goodness me.)

▸ things definitely ease up around miles. if he can't convince you to step away from your work, he's chosen to be able to regulate it.

studying with him in a local cafe is now a frequent thing you two do together. miles always gives you time to work, but will then ever so subtly lure you into moving on from your work to hang out with him normally. and it works. every single time. you might start in the library or cafe, but where you'll be later? always a mystery.

whether it's a walk in the park, going back to his place to chat, or finding some random activity to do, you find yourself bonding with him more and more. your jealousy begins to fade, finding a friend in him instead of someone you have to one up.

▸ you both spontaneously decided to see a new horror movie once and accidentally got miles in trouble with his parents for coming home after curfew. and he'd 100% do it again in a heartbeat if you asked.

▸ no matter what you get on that next test, miles is going to congratulate you like it's the best he's ever seen. he's overjoyed to share your achievements, to celebrate them like no one in your life ever has.

miles holds up his test as you tell him your grade. "you got a 92? hey look– me too!"

a snarky voice speaks up, "well, i got a 98% so–"

"no one was talking to you." miles retorts.

you press a hand to your mouth and look away, trying to stifle laughter. was he always this sassy or did you just end up rubbing off on him?

▸ you both end up being extra studious for the next test (breaks included this time) and he's sure to be extra loud about congratulating you for your perfect 100%

maybe the sass wasn't all you,,, but the minor pettiness definitely is your influence. it's actually not. miles is pretty easygoing,, but man did he not like when that random ass kid gave you attitude.

you smile at miles, ensuring to do the same for him if not, a little louder

"what? 'm complimenting you." you tilt your head at miles' stunned expression.

for a moment, he stumbles over his words. "i know– you just– i didn't expect that from you, so–"

you laugh. "what? you want me to go back to being mean or something?"

miles laughs too. it's hard not to stare at the way he lights up a room like this.

▸ things feel lighter now. you've made social progress with others, you have a life beyond just school– and you have miles. part of you wonders if you'll ever be able to tell him just how much he means to you and how you wish you could've just been his friend from the start.

sometimes, in the corner of his eye, he catches your wistful stare. and though he doesn't utter a single word, you start to feel that he cherishes you just as much.