#except it’s a scary runway

[colorisbyshe]

Monthly Music 08/24 Hehehe

Albums/Multi Song Section:

Taemin released a mini album. Honestly, listen to all of it, even the more ballad-y fare but honestly... Sexy In the Air is a track EVERYONE should give a shot. It's what it says on the tin--sexy. Highlights: Horizon, if you like Kavinsky but want a kpop, energy-infused twist, try this out! (ITS A REACH BUT!!). Crush has some MJ-esque delivery that is very enthralling. Deju Vu is for the people who want to feel songs vibrate in their bones and in their [redacted]

Tinashe released her follow-up to the (superior) BB/Angel! My faves are No Simulation, Thirsty, When I Get You Alone, + No Broke Boys. Chill, alt R&B. Ethereal, sensual. Tinashe and Taemin should collab or at least do choreo to each other's songs tbh. NBB is a modern reimagining of No Scrubs

Foster the People is baack. BIASED REVIEW because I'm a longterm fan. See You in the Afterlife (oddly cunty??), Feed Me (cuntier except some of the instrumental could've been produced on Gene Belcher's random sound keyboard), Paradise State of Mind (Tame Impala knock off, mayhaps), & Glitchzig (discordant, extraterrestrial).

Fromis_9, a kpop group, has had a mini release. Here's a mini review: Supersonic & Beat the Heat have a throwback appeal. Simple, joyful pop with a non-obtrusive vocal power behind it. Talent wins <3

JPEGMAFIA released a new album and it's... beyond explanation? Alt hip hop with an amazing infusion of rock, gospel, dance elements. Dark, funny, slick as hell. Highlights: i scream this in the mirror before i interact with anyone, sin miedo (my fave, I think), don't rely on other men, vulgar display of power, Exmilitary (great use of samples), JPEGULTRA! (denzel!!!!!!!!! HORNS!!!!!!!!1), either on or off the drugs (one of my faves, absolutely), & loop it and leave it. If you're like "that's a lot of songs," okay well the entire album is good. 9.9/10 album

Recent Releases:

"Feel The Way" Peggy Gou. Just a solid dance track.

Ibibio Sound Machine's Black Notes is groovy and vocally ascendant.

"Leave" Low Hanging Fruits is Krock that feels straight out like... mid 2000s alt-pop rock. Just lively and lovely.

My blog title was taken from a Chase & Status song, so of course I need to shout out their collab with Stormzy, "Backbone." Just goes hard, is grimy as hell, and goes WUB WUB.

Want something that goes harder? Petit Brabancon, Japanese metal supergroup, is back and "Gankou" is... growling and intense and also just kinda fun.

Not here for music that might be a bit scary? "Edge of Saturday Night" The Blessed Madonna, Kylie Minogue is some eurodance to take the edge off.

If you like that track, try "Urallineed" by Jazzi Bobbi for some vaguely dancy indie pop. Love her voice.

This could've gone on the album review but honestly... Monkey Majik's new album is kinda Maroon 5-y and doesn't deserve a full shout out but give HYLMN a listen if you want to hear a fun, misremembered rip off of Blur's Song 2. Also, I guess the song Imposter.

"Check" by Flo is like... the kpop tracks inspired by Tinashe but... not kpop. Does that make sense? American, Fifth Harmony-esque song that feels like a kpop GG ripping off American Tinashe. A perfect feedback loop. Delectable.

"Out of Touch" Four Year Strong. Throwback, pop punk sound with a modern flourish.

"Nissan Altima" Doechii. As a Nissan driver, I had to rec this lmao. Great song, great flow, GET YA TITS SUCKED

"Tokyo" Sable Hills. Screamo :3 The guitar fucks

Older tracks: Keep Away by Carly Rae Jepsen (song to sway to), Bloom by Macico (the Japanese sound Harry styles tried to rip off), Thanks for Your Time by Gotye (dour and sensual) and Miss Fatty by Million Stylez (music to shake your ass to)

Posting this early because I know more music (Chungha, Bree Runway) is coming and uhhhh this post is already too full

[tblsomedoodles]

Now that I’m thinking about it; would Carolina have problems calling Simmons, well, Simmons as first or was it easy for her to call him by his new name?

Ref: Runway freelancer Simmons AU

What does Kai think about all of this mess? Like at what point does she find out she has a brother in law? Did Grif remember to at least write her a letter about it? Or did she not know until she gets there?

Kai interacting with Tex. Is it a little different from canon or the same since at that point no one knew?

Since I would not be able to keep it the same with the context in mind myself. I’d tweak it a tiny bit, but I know she’s playful and flirty sooo a few compliments still.

She’d still flirt with Simmons whether she knew he was her brother in law or not. (For me anyways)

1) She was not invited to the wedding so she’d be mad about that. (Getting married without her? The nerve!)

2) If she didn’t know until she came to blood Gultch, she’d get pxssed he didn’t tell her and would want a bit of revenge and also try to get to know Simmons a bit.

3) A shovel talk however late, must still be dealt regardless.

I just want more Kai is all :3 happy pride :3

Honestly, i think she would have some issues shifting names. Like, for one it's very close to start with (Simon vs Simmons). And 2, i'm not sure she really bothered throughout season 10. It's probably not until Chorus that she even accepts that he's not the same guy that blew up his armor as a 'letter of resignation.' It's probably mid-late chorus that they finally have a good talk over everything and she finally starts putting effort into calling him Simmons. (She refuses to call him Dick. No matter how amused she is by his reasoning for choosing that name lol) (also he's not particularly upset if she calls him Simon. He chose Simmons as a way of keeping that name anyways since it was his mother that named him. And he only changed his name so the Director couldn't' find him. Which...didn't work anyways but still.)

Oh and Kai! yes!

I think Grif would have told her via email or whatever, since part of the reasoning for getting married was to get Kai to stop trying to hook him up with people. So part of Kai's reasoning for going to Blood Gulch in the first place would be to chew Grif out for getting married without her present, and to meet her new brother-in-law.

Also, i think it would be absolutely hilarious if she decides that if they had the audacity to get married without her being there, then she was going to throw them a second, even bigger wedding that they'd be forced to attend.

and i think she would still flirt with Simmons a bit, b/c that's just kinda how she talks with people. Simmons would be very flustered at first, (b/c women are scary and he's not interested) but once he realizes she's not serious about it at all, he's a little chiller about it. (not super chill b/c women are still scary lol.)

Anyways, i think she does end up getting to throw them a second wedding, but it's not until like post Chorus and it's a surprise wedding (ie. everyone knew except the grooms b/c she wouldn't have gotten to do it otherwise.)

Thank you! And happy pride right back! : )

[cursedalthoughts]

PR6 PREDICTIONS - Eagle Union

This time around the burgerboats have plenty of choices for at least 1 PR, maybe even a DR! and I am here to tell you all about them.

Like always: Just like last post: Do not treat any of the following choices as guaranteed. I would not bet money on any of these specific ones getting added as part of PR6 this year, it's just the ships I see as Very LikelyTM.

Let's start with the DRs. There are 2 main candidates and both are effectively the same thing.

USS Delaware

USS Kearsarge

Both are hybrid battleships. We only got 4 BBVs in Azur Lane and they all suck (even if waifu>meta) and are from Sakura. These 2 different hybrid battleships would be, well, different.

Delaware would have access to a squadron of 5 dive bombers that drop 10 bombs (2 per bomber), fast and tanky planes. Her upgraded ones are AD-1 Skyriders, which is a plane that exsisted I guess (I'm not an aviation nerd). Kearsarge, however, has access to attack aircraft; her only option being a squadron of 5 F8F Bearcat.

This means both ships would be able to equip any planes whatsoever (well, dive bombers or fighters, but any of those), unlike the existing BBVs.

Delaware is literally an Iowa with a runway strapped on top.

In terms of gunplay, Kearsarge is an absolute monster - her 12 406mm guns hit like trucks but are delivered in 3-5 shipping days (as in, they're slow). Delaware is ok, her shells are a bit faster because they have longer barrels.

Any of them could be the DR of the Eagle Union.

USS Vallejo

A preliminary design of the Worcester-class light cruisers, she would undoubtedly be a PR. She's mediocre at best - Seattle is better in a lot of regards, but she has a high rate of fire and very good AA. She's an option but honestly, I don't think we'll get her.

USS Tulsa

I can't find info on her existence IRL, so I assume she's a made-up Wargaming ship, meaning she counts for PR6.

Tulsa is a half-sister of the Oregon City-class, meaning she'd be a half-sister of Northampton II in AL (same way Ägir and Brünhilde or Monarch and the KGV-class can be considered half-sisters if you squint).

She fires incredibly, incredibly fast. Her reload rate is 5.8 seconds, which, even if she only has 6 guns, is scary because those are Des Moines guns. Des Moines is a famously great heavy cruiser in WoWs, having a faster-firing variant one tier lower is intimidating.

She would be PR and honestly, I see her addition far more likely than Vallejo. Besides, Tulsa is a cool name.

USS Congress

A preliminary design of the Alaska-class.

Yes. A large cruiser.

I see Congress being the Georgia of USN vanguard ships. She would act as a herald of what's to come for when we inevitable get Alaska (and possibly Guam as well); same way Georgia acted as a tease for the Iowa-class (of whom we have only gotten NJ. PLEASE ADD MORE IOWAS. I DARE YOU). In terms of gameplay she's extremely fragile and weak in the wrong hands, but can be a useful asset. She has good AA, radar, hydroacoustic search, and only 7 305mm guns. But those are 7 very hard hitting 305mm guns, which can devastate anything that's a lower tier.

USS Constellation

The capital ships don't stop coming.

Constellation is a what-if: "what if Lexington and Saratoga never underwent aircraft carrier conversions?"

The answer is a funny little battlecruiser. Well, "little". This shit has more free board than [insert hilarous comparison].

However, despite her obvious weakness of having a lot of flat armor on her sides, she's somewhat fast and has 8 406mm guns. That hit like trucks. Like all American 406mm guns (except you, Colorado. You suck.) And radar. And one of the best AAs of all battleships. And if you thought those were all her gimmicks, she also has a spotter plane, meaning she can fire at a ludicrous range.

Oh.

And torpedoes.

This bitch has torpedoes.

USS Minnesota

She's a fat, slow, slumbering, ugly, hideous battleship. A Tillman design, ever wonder why the Colorados were the last Tillman design? yeah, because they suck.

Minnesota is an enlarged Colorado in the most literal sense. She has 40 seconds of reload. You can genuinely prepare coffee from scratch while you wait for her guns to reload. And her guns are disappointingly innacurate at times.

But when they hit.

Oh god. They hit.

USS Nebraska.

If we get neither Kearsarge nor Delaware, there's always Nebraska.

She would be PR. She's a North Carolina that can launch Helldivers.

USS Annapolis

The hail mary.

She's a super-super Des Moines. She's the heavy cruiser to end all heavy cruisers. If we get her, she would be a DR for sure, and would outdamage some of the already top-tier battleships in Azur Lane. It's impossible that we get her, but it would be incredibly funny.

[zerolune]

Riize Added Members

↳ ❝ [Momento Memory] ¡! ❞ - PROFILES

Disclaimer: In no ways do I ship any idols, all these face claims are merely for visual aesthetics/appeal- don't relate them to real life, especially because in the future chapters love will be a prominent theme.

-*mentions of death,

-*I have researched about ASD for one of my ocs, but if you find something doesn't seem right, feel free to share it with me.

: ̗̀➛ Next , Masterlist

↳ ༉‧₊ Meet the girls ---

₊❏❜ ⋮ ⌒ 5th July, 1999, Seoul-South Korea

Main vocalist/Leader

Face claim: Fromis_9 Chaeyoung

Starting college is never easy, but starting med school at 14 as a child prodigy wasn't the best experience. Burning herself out, finishing a 6 year degree in 4, starting residency, only to realise and remember her true love, her true passion- music. Yet, she is always reminded and pained whether she was right to be selfish and not decide to save the lives of people anymore.

₊❏❜ ⋮ ⌒15th October, 2001, Osaka-Japan

Main Dancer/Sub Vocalist

Face claim: Hirate Yurina

Dance was engraved in her DNA the second she was born, as her parents ran their own dance studio. At 16, she debuted in a mixed Jpop group that was quite famous until 2020, when it suddenly faced disbandment. Finally, it was fate that brought her to Korea as a choreographer, yet there's not a second when she doesn't wanna go back, and escape the monstrosities- that's why she always stays in the dorm- giving herself a false sense of "home".

₊❏❜ ⋮ ⌒2nd February 2002, Busan-South Korea

Centre/Composer

Face Claim: Aespa Karina

Losing her parents at 14 was not her plan when she was a trainee- on her track to debut. But in between taking care of her younger twin siblings and facing her evil aunt- there wasn't much. Except composing songs under an alias since 2018, and of course getting her debut delayed again and again by her company. This always made her feel as if she wasted her time in music.

₊❏❜ ⋮ ⌒23rd December 2003, Seoul-South Korea

Main Rapper/sub dancer

Face claim: Itzy Yuna

Modeling since the age of 11 not only gave her the confidence of life, but also trauma for life. Entered SM in the hopes of becoming a musician but remembering that her deaf parents couldn't ever hear her sing, she took up modeling when given the chance. Of course she was successful, but she knew the runway wasn't going to be her whole life.

₊❏❜ ⋮ ⌒29th May 2004, Jersey City-USA

Unofficial Visual/Vocalist

Face claim: New jeans Minji

Her parents found out about her autism when she didn't learn to speak until the age of 5, and always having a rather coldness towards socialising. But her guitar? Her paintbrush? They were the love of her life. Moving to Korea was a scary decision, especially with ASD, but with her grandma's forever welcoming home and her supportive therapist, being a trainee in a country she couldn't call "home" per se, it wasn't so difficult.

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... "=⌕ / / · Profiles Loaded ●○●○●"

[lackuraphi]

Angel wings au)Chapter 4:Black angel

Emmet was a black angel.

(⚠️Caution⚠️)

I used a translator

This is the Fan fiction

It’s different from the original

Pokemon doesn’t appear(Except for one)

All Trainers have angel wings

This AU includes discrimination

Content Warning:offensive words, train accident, character gets a lot of hate and mentally hurtful

Black angels have long been persecuted by angels. They were persecuted for not just white wings. No one knows when they have been persecuted. Maybe they were persecuted in the first place.

Then one day, the black angels disappeared. And the angels began to fear the black angels. They said the black angels might come back one day…

The angels' rejection of the black angels turned into fear. —————————————

So many things have happened in the meantime.

"What?! Emmet is a black angel?!"

First, Ingo, Emmet, and Elesa told her best friend Skyla about Emmet's secret.

"But whether his wings are white or black, the fact that Emmet is Emmet remains the same!" "Skyla….!" "And if the wings are both equally white, it will be more confusing who is Ingo and who is Emmet? To be honest, I can't tell the difference between the two yet. Hee-hee!"

Fortunately, Skyla also accepted the black angel Emmet.

"So are you going to tell the other friends that Emmet is a black angel?" "Are you trying to spread the word to all the students? Skyla?" "Maybe The bullies can beat Emmet!" "I am Emmet. I hate bullying." "Oh, that's true.. I'm sorry, Emmet…" "Don't worry Skyla! I'm fine!"

And Ingo and Emmet went to school without any problems. Except for the safety class to watch out for the black angels..

"Be careful even if the black angels are not in front of you right now. Black angels are hiding around us. And they're looking for a chance to attack us. So always look around."

"Hey, Ingo. I don't like this safety class." "Then, why don't you imagine a train that you like with your ears and eyes closed?" "Yup, I will."

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A few years later, at the age of 15, by the standards of angels, Ingo and Emmet, along with their classmates, graduated from school in Straton City without any problems, encouraged by Alder, the elder angel of Unova.

"From today on, you have become adult angels! Now that the wings have grown, the sky can fly higher! ..That doesn't mean your growth is over! You guys still have the potential to grow more than you are now! And fly vigorously up the higher sky!"

The graduates followed Alder, who spread his large wings, and threw the academic cap they were wearing. However, Emmet, who was hiding his black wings with a bandage, took off his academic cap, which he was wearing without spreading his wings. Ingo also quietly took off his academic cap, which he was wearing without spreading his wings along with Emmet.

"Ingo….." "I don't ignore Emmet…"

But being an adult wasn't all good. They had to take different paths for their dreams.

Elesa, who had been close to them since childhood, became a model she had dreamed of for a long time, but her job as a model was busier than she thought, They couldn't see Elesa's face very often except for her walking on the runway or appearing in fashion magazines. Still, they were able to communicate with her, but it was different from seeing three people in person.

Ingo and Emmet became Depot Agents for Gear Station, a subway station in Nimbasa City. They loved the train, so it was perfect. But the distance from Anville Town to Nimbasa City was very far, even with direct trains, So Ingo and Emmet had to leave their hometown of Anville Town and go to Nimbasa City, where the Gear Station was located.

Nevertheless, Ingo and Emmet were more active than anyone else in the Depot Agent's work at Gear Station. So they made a very good impression on people.

"Ingo has a blunt face, but he is warm and friendly and helps passengers well! And his work is excellent! Ingo is popular because he is reliable! In short, he has a scary face, but he's actually a good person!" "Emmet always has a bright smile. So Emmet is also popular with passengers. ..it's heartbreaking that he's still wearing a bandage because he hurt his wings…I hope his wings will be fully recovered soon…"

With the good reviews and high performance of Ingo and Emmet, the Gear Station people unanimously appointed Ingo and Emmet as the 'Subway Boss', the very high position that manages everything in the Gear Station. Ingo and Emmet, of course, were very pleased.

"It's such an honor..I can't believe I'm Subway Boss…" "I am Emmet! I am so happy to be Subway Boss!" "By the way, Emmet. Subway Boss's uniform must be chosen between black and white." "What I do. What I say. Always the same. I like white. And white is the color of Ingo's wings, right?" "Then I'll choose the black one that I like. And black is the color of Emmet's wings, right?"

Ingo and Emmet, who became Subway Bosses, managed the Gear Station together in uniform opposite to their wing colors.

"Thank you for riding the our Subway today." "Now then, ALL ABOARD!"

Gear Station was crowded with people to see Ingo and Emmet as well as subway passengers.

"Since Ingo and Emmet became Subway Boss, more people have visited our Gear Station!" "Thanks to Ingo's kindness and Emmet's smile!" "I can't believe the number of users has increased..I'm so happy!" "I am Emmet! If Ingo is so happy, I'm so happy, too!"

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※Caution: The content will become more serious ※

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Tragedy happened suddenly one day in everyday life.

Emmet was welcoming people as he walked around the platforms of Gear Station with a smile.

"Hello! Emmet!" "Hi! I am Emmet. Follow the schedule. Everybody smile!" "Your smile makes me smile!" "Look! It's Subway Boss Emmet!" "Yup! I am Emmet. I am a Subway Boss." "Emmet! You're walking with energy today as always!" "I am Emmet. I like to walk more than to fly!"

And he was soon on the platform where the train was coming in, guiding people to step back behind the yellow line.

"The train is coming here soon. Stay safe and take a step back from the yellow line."

Also on the platform, a drunken Clerk was stumbling along to catch the train.

"Hiccups! Boss..You always make me work overtime..Hiccups! Huh? When I was your age?! Hiccups! black angel boomer.. Hiccups! Everything from A to Z is the worst! Hiccups! Hiccups! black angel boomer boss!!! Hiccups!"

Emmet looked at the Clerk and gave him a scowl. He walked around the platform drunk, smelling of alcohol, offending people, and the expression "black angel" made Emmet feel bad.

'That man. made me feel bad. I want him to go away.'

But suddenly, He heard a scream from the side of the track. Emmet turned to the track where he heard the screams. The staggering drunken Clerk fell off the track with a loss of balance. And unfortunately, the train was approaching. The ATO system, which automatically drives the train, detected a person who fell on the track and was stopping the train in a hurry, but it was useless because it was a train that was running at such a high speed.

Emmet didn't have time to think. Emmet quickly ran to the tracks.

'I am really serious. Really serious.'

Emmet then released the bandage from his wings and quickly flapped the black wings to rescue Clerk from falling on the tracks before being hit by a train.

"It's.. okay.. now…"

At that moment, Emmet thought.

People who saw Emmet's black wings would still like Emmet, realizing that their thoughts were wrong..

'But whether his wings are white or black, the fact that Emmet is Emmet remains the same!'

It's like Skyla, who knew he was a black angel when he was a child, and still was a close friend…

"I..It's a black angel! The Black Angel has appeared!"

But not all the angels were kind to Emmet.

People who saw Emmet's black wings began to buzz. Some of them said hurtful things to Emmet. No, most were people who said hurtful things to Emmet.

"Oh my god! Emmet was a black angel???" "Hiccups! Black angel..! Hiccups! Don't touch me! Hiccups!" "When I first saw him, his smile really gave me goosebumps!" "I felt bad about his smiling face!" "Mom, why does that guy have black wings?" "Don't go near there. There is a black angel." "Ugh..I'm going to get a refund!" "Go away, black angel!" "It's better to fly to my wings, even if it's hard, than to use a Gear Station with a black angel." "I'll never go to Gear Station again!" "Why doesn't Gear Station put that black angel out of work?" "He can never be fired! That black angel is Subway Boss who manages Gear Station, the highest position here!" "No way! Did he become Subway Boss not to be fired?!"

All the bad gossip about Emmet poured down on Emmet like a lot of arrows.

"………"

Emmet eventually collapsed on the spot.

"Everyone! Please! Please stop! The train is about to depart! Aren't you going to board the train?" "Ha! You're lucky, Black Angel!"

The situation calmed down only after Ingo, who heard the situation belatedly, hurriedly flew in and covered Emmet, who had collapsed.

Emmet was shivering in Ingo's arms.

"Emmet.. I'm so sorry.. I'm late…" "…..In…go….." "Emmet…." "I'm…Not……Okay…."

Emmet shed tears in Ingo's arms. But Emmet was still smiling. Ingo's heart ached as he looked at Emmet, who was keeping his smile.

[survey--s]

653.

Do you know what the most common bird is in your area? Seagulls, pigeons, blackbirds, sparrows, robins.

What last made you feel ecstatic? Cancelling my weekend walk so I get a full weekend off without absolutely NOTHING planned for the first time since August lol.

What would make you feel happiest right now? If all my walks tomorrow cancelled but I still got paid, hahah.

How many teeth have you had extracted? Just my two upper wisdom teeth.

Do you ever read magazines? Not anymore, no.

What is something you’ve been reflecting on? Nothing in particular, really. I've been too busy lately to really reflect on much at all, hahah.

What’s something you like and dislike about the town you live in? I love the location - right by the sea and not far from the national park and all the amenities. I also love how friendly everyone is and how quick they are to help you out or support you if you need it. I do wish there was more to do though - it can be quite isolated in winter.

What’s a Halloween movie that you enjoy? I'm not into scary movies really but I do like The Addams Family movies with Christina Ricci, and The Nightmare Before Christmas.

Would you say you’re more confident now than you were 5 years ago? God yes, most definitely. Ian even commented on it last time I saw him at my old workplace.

Have you ever or would you try carrot bacon? I've never tried it but I would, yeah.

What’s the last thing you purchased that was frozen? Skin on fries.

Would you ever walk a runway if given the opportunity? If I was getting paid, sure.

When did you last do something that scared you? I honestly don't remember.

What is something that you’re curious about? Whether these calming meds for the dog will always be this effective. Honestly, it's been living having a different animal in the house today, he's been SO chilled out. It's amazing.

What time do you usually eat breakfast? During the week it's at about 8am, at weekends it depends on when I get up and what my plans are.

What is something you did as a child that you would never do now? Participate in team sports lol.

What’s been your favourite memory of 2022? Galloping down the beach in the sunshine on Joe.

When were you last inside a tall building? Uh, when we were in Manchester I guess. Our hotel was pretty tall.

Is it currently quiet in the room you’re in? I mean, it's not loud but the TV is on and I can hear the dryer running.

Is there someone you can honestly say you hate or have hated? No.

What’s currently on your mind? I kind of need a wee.

Would you consider yourself to be a messy person? No, I'm definitely the opposite of messy lol. I find mess/dirt really stressful, to be quite honest.

What makes you most anxious? When there's something wrong with any of the animals. We've had them all at the vets in the last few months and it's been both expensive and stressful lol.

When did it last rain where you live? It's raining now lol.

Do you prefer multi colored lights or white lights? I like warm white ones in general, but colourful ones are cute on the Christmas tree. Except we never have a Christmas tree because of the cats, ha.

What’s something you’d change about the world if given the chance? God, millions of different things. The world is a mess.

Would those closest to you say you talk too much or not much at all? It depends on the conversation, I guess. Some topics I can talk for hours, other times I just prefer to listen.

Do you consider yourself to be more basic or complex? In what ways are you like that? I honestly can't be arsed with a question like this lol.

Where is somewhere you’ve been wanting to go but haven’t had the chance? Tokyo, Skye, New Zealand.

Do you have a song you cannot listen to anymore due to a bad memory? No.

Have you ever had a candlelit dinner? Sure, quite a few times.

What was the last shot you’ve taken? Drink wise? Probably vodka. Injection wise, my last COVID booster.

Do you need to apologise for something or are you waiting on an apology? No and No.

What’s something you strongly believe in? Kindness to animals.

Do you have a dream that is close to being accomplished? Maybe I'm weird but I honestly don't have any specific treats.

Would you say you’re in a good place mentally? Yes, for sure.

What type of jokes are most funny to you? I'm a huge fan of dad humour lol.

Would you or have you ever had a pet rat or mouse? No, they don't really appeal to me. Plus we have cats.

Are you currently trying to make a decision on something? No.

When did you first start feeling more grown up? When I moved to university.

What kind of chapstick do you use? Vaseline or Burts Bees, whichever is closest.

How many pillows do you prefer to sleep with? Normally two, sometimes three, sometimes one.

What is something you’ve kept bottled up for a long time that you now have released? Hmm, nothing in particular comes to mind.

Have you ever broken a cell phone charger? Sure, loads of times. Especially those cheap fake Apple ones.

What’s a popular candy that you do not like? Wine Gums.

What scent is most prominent in your home? At the moment, the candle I have lit which is Pumpkin Pecan Waffle.

Have you been having odd dreams recently? Yeah, really vivid ones actually.

Do you frequently forget appointments? No, never.

What is currently sitting on top of your refrigerator? Two cats.

How many orange objects can you see from where you’re at? None.

Would you rather have extremely long hair or a very short hair cut? Long hair, I think.

When did you last use lotion? About two hours ago.

Do you currently have any prescription medications you need to pick up? No.

What’s your favorite kind of chips/crisps? Kettle Chips or Pringles.

How do you like your coffee or tea? If I'm at home, I just have them both with milk and sugar. I don't have tea out and about really, but coffee-wise I like Cappucinos and flavoured lattes.

[kornwulf]

it's spooky month, what's the scariest plane to you?

Oooh, that's an interesting question! I was initially of three minds on this: should I go with spookiest name? Spookiest looking? Or the one that straight-up scares me the most.

I have some ideas for all three:

Spookiest Name: The McDonnell CF-101 Voodoo (oooh, scary)

The McDonnell CF-101 'Voodoo' was an all-weather interceptor adopted by Canada's branch of NORAD as a replacement for the obsolescent CF-100 'Canuck', after Diefenbaker killed the Avro CF-105 'Arrow' (which a lot of people are still very angry about) their main armament consisted of the AIR-2A 'Genie' unguided nuclear tipped rocket (who's adoption caused a scandal that directly caused the collapse of the Diefenbaker government)

A plane called Voodoo letting a nuclear Genie out of the bottle? Now that's spooky!

Spookiest Looking: The Flying Tiger's P-40 Warhawk

Since time immemorial, humans have been decorating their weaponry with the image of fearsome predators, and the P-40 Warhawks belonging to the American Volunteer Squadron in China (better known as the infamous 'Flying Tigers') are no exception. With their infamous and terrifying "sharktooth" paint schemes, these planes gave good service supporting the Nationalist Chinese Government against the invading Imperial Japanese Army. Many of the United States' top air aces of the Second World War started out in the Flying Tigers.

Scariest overall: the Gee-Bee R-series Air Racers

This was a very difficult choice, there's been plenty of aircraft that were infamously difficult and dangerous to fly, for instance, specifically in West German service, the F-104 'Starfighter' (Seriously, Stuka, why is that? Y'all seem like the only people who had any serious troubles with that machine) but I think I settled on the scariest of them all. The infamous GeeBee Air Racers

What's that? You don't think they look scary? Think they look like a sewer pipe with wings?

...yeah, that's what people thought at the time too.

Designed around the then-brand-new Pratt and Whitney R-1340 Wasp radial engine, delivering well over 800 horsepower, they were built for one purpose and one purpose only: to have the absolute most engine possible for the absolute least plane... At the expense of literally everything else. Weighing only 1840 lbs (843 kg) dry, they were built to dominate the air races of the 1930's. Piloted to victory by Jimmy Doolittle (yes, that Jimmy Doolittle) in the 1932 Thompson Trophy Race, easily lapping all but one other aircraft and setting an official record of 296.3 mph. It was destroyed in a fatal crash one year later, killing pilot Russell Broadman.

Doolittle was quoted as saying "I didn't trust the little monster... flying it was like balancing a pencil on the tip of your finger". The wreckage of the R-1 was rebuilt with parts from her (also-crashed, though non-fatally) sistership, the R-2, and turned into what was dubbed the "Gee-Bee long tail". It was purchased by Cecil Allen after it was crashed yet again (forcing it's builders, the Grandville brothers, to declare bankruptcy) who redesigned the wing and added a new, larger fuel tank. Warned strongly by the Granvilles to not fly with that tank filled as it would disrupt the center of gravity, Allen didn't heed the warnings. On the morning of the 1935 Bendix trophy race, he took off from Burbank with all tanks full, wallowed, and crashed into a field just beyond the runway, killing him instantly and writing a sad end to the sega of the R-series GeeBees.

[fairy-farmer]

Animals of Brimstone Farm

Decided to post a list of animals on my farm and some tiny headcanons I have about them (some are kinda lame, sorry for that ><"). I'll be updating the post as I'll get more animals/as they grow! More UTC!

Pets

Mango (♀️):

Quite lazy

Owns the bed

Guards the waterbowl often

Banana (♂️):

Talkative

Loves to run

Clingy towards Mango

Strawberry (♂️):

Hoards toys

Will pounce on anyone no matter how much bigger they are

Thinks he's super scary (he's not)

Grape (♀️)

A lap dog despite her size

Has the biggest puppy eyes (and will whine for human food)

Treats the chickens and ducks like her babies

Chickens

Potato (♀️):

Thinks she's the boss (she is)

Kinda stand-offish

Walks around as if she's on a runway

Pasta (♀️):

Shy but friendly

Likes to hide in weird places

Will most likely sit on your head

Dumpling (♀️):

The actual hiding master

Thinks fingers are food

Loves scritches

Rice (♀️):

A brat (affectionate)

Really fast (does she teleport???)

Would break something and then act innocent while right next to it

Ducks

Poppy (♀️):

Quacks only when walking

Surprisingly not into water as much as the other ducks

Pretty independent but likes to be pampered from time to time

Begonia (♀️):

Has the vibes of a grumpy old man

Will sit in your way and then act like you're the one who's in her way

Fastest swimmer

Saffron (♀️):

Follows the farmer around a lot

Curious about everything

Has no fear

Forsythia (♀️):

Can get comfy in the worst places

Doesn't like to be petted much

Messy eater

Cows

Muffin (♀️):

Loves hiding in tall grass

Would probably go on a long journey (aka go to another town and get lost) if given the chance

Likes to lay her head in people's laps

Zabaione (♀️):

Very energetic, frolicks a lot

Nudges you to ask for pets

Quite gentle. You could probably put your hand in her mouth and she won't bite (Don't try this at home)

Shortcake (♀️):

Very shy around everyone except for the farmer

Likes scritches behind her ears

Has the sweetest moo

Cheesecake (♀️):

Really smart

Amused when people get surprised by her appearing seemingly out of nowhere

Very likely to eat the crops

Goats

Dragon (♀️):

Will climb anywhere and everywhere

Kinda lazy

Has a tendency to attack the scarecrows

Dwarf (♀️):

Considers clothing a delicacy

Can jump so high you'd think she has springs in her legs

Where Dragon goes, Dwarf often follows

[venisonghost]

One of my friends bought me a Runway Pink Lovely Pony when I was in highschool (I had great friends)! She went bald almost immediately and because the only hair I had back then was that really curly stuff for like traditional ragdolls or smth that you find in craft stores, that's what I used to rehair her, it was all black except for one tiny stripe of the remaining original pink. She also had all her company information stamped in black on her side (The one not visible from the packaging-how convenient) and because I didn't have strong-enough acetone to wipe it all off, I just painted half of her body black to cover it. At that point I decided to just fully custom her so I redid her eyes to be giving a sideways look, and gave her aggressive eyebrows and a mischievous smirk. I named her something like... Xiao Xian Tsao (Going off how I remember it being pronounced here- it was the Chinese name for Grass Jelly, if anyone knows how it's actually spelled feel free to correct me) I brought her to school once and my art teacher called her scary and I felt so much pride in my abilities right then and there. I WISH I had pictures of her but unfortunately I wasn't able to take any when I had her and I lost her when the storage room holding most of my collection got auctioned off without my knowledge

I don’t know if you have any followers from Maine, but if you do have any, I thought they might like to know that a retail chain there called Renys sells fakies (as far as I can tell, this hasn’t been pointed out online before tonight). The location I went to had a ton of them.

[ghostbc-headcanons]

Okay the thought just popped up in my mind not even 30 minutes ago

What would it look like if Papa took the Ghouls to a Spirit Halloween? I think it'd be quite fun and chaotic

anon you're a genius. i'll be doing era V for you but let me know if you'd like any of the other eras!

ERA V PAPA + GHOULS AT SPIRIT HALLOWEEN

the idea came from terzo, who told copia that it was 'tradition' to take the ghouls out to spirit because tis the season, they get antsy stuck in church all day, blah blah blah. (in hindsight, copia should have realized this was a terrible idea and to never take terzo seriously ever)

immediately once they enter the store the ghouls scatter, chittering excitedly and copia is quite literally losing his mind! he should've brought leashes jfc aether is the only one who doesn't dart off, he just looks out into the store and then at copia and says, "do you want me to wrangle them?" copia sighs in relief at the fact that he doesn't have to beg aether to help him, and nods, muttering a small 'thank you' under his breath.

meanwhile!

swiss and dew are at the brink of committing arson in the prop aisle, giggling and hushing each other so they don't get caught.

the ghoulettes have started their very own fashion show in the middle of the store, walking down aisles in varied costumes while cirrus stands to the side, cheering her girls on and snarling at any employee who comes by. (cumulus is dressed as emily from the corpse bride and sunshine is dressed as a pumpkin)

rain has gotten LOST somehow, even though he was standing right next to mountain just a minute ago and he's this close to curling up into a ball and accepting his fate

mountain is trying to find rain but keeps getting distracted and spooked by all the animatronics (HE ISN'T TRYING TO SET THEM OFF THEY MUST BE POSSESSED)

thankfully, aether manages to stop swiss and dew's firey shenanigans and copia is pretty good at talking down the totally peeved manager of the establishment in regards to the impromptu runway the ghoulettes made.

they bring home a gallon of fake blood at minimum, the sanderson sisters costumes (for the ghoulettes ofc), and a few rubber bats. also a fake knife which dewdrop stole and nobody knew about it except for swiss.

on the drive home the rubber bats are definitely fought over between the ghouls and copia has to stop the car to give them a stern talking to because their behavior today has been absolutely unacceptable (and the ghouls learn that copia can be a little bit scary!)

once back at the church, terzo finds a very clearly disheveled and exhausted copia and glances at him over his pumpkin spice frappuccino with the most aggravating smirk on his face.

"so how was spirit?" he asks, and copia looks him dead in the eyes before saying,

"i will kill you in your sleep. and it won't be painless, no no, you will suffer. i'll make sure of it, fratello."

after a beat, copia smiles and walks off. and terzo is a little afraid for his life now

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Since you’ve already done Mosul Trein for the character opinion bingo, what do you think of Crewel and Grim (who is apparently counted as NRC staff?)?

Trein Character Opinion Bingo here!

Nuuu Grim is NOT categorized staff 😭 I don’t know who’s counting him as one, he’s just a little meow meow…………………….

***Standard disclaimer: These are just my personal opinions of the character(s); regardless of what I may think of them, sharing my thoughts is NOT meant to offend or to shame anyone that thinks differently.***

Oh boy, here’s another hot take from Raven on a popular character: Crewel’s just okay, he isn’t great. I enjoy bits and pieces of him, but I wouldn’t say I necessarily “like” him? I only like him in certain scenes and specific contexts.

TWST sometimes mentions that Crewel is very into fashion (which is something I can relate to), but the way he personally dresses looks so hideous to me 🤡 I can excuse his haircut, but the color blocked suit, high rise ankle pants, and that garish fur coat with the tails are ridiculous and resembles the mildly impractical kind of clothing I’d see on some fashion runways. This is an instance in which leaning too much into the character inspiration didn’t work out.

I think the main story tells us that Crewel is Adeuce, Grim, and MC’s homeroom teacher, but I don’t get the impression that he actually is aside from a few blatant reminders here and there. I feel like he should be a tiny bit more interactive with the main squad if he’s their homeroom teacher, but instead he only really shows up when the plot calls for him. It doesn’t give us a lot of base content to work with when it comes to his character, so all I get from him is that he’s haughty and proud, has fancy tastes, and is stern and even scarier when upset (kind of like a “tough love” thing). 🤡 OKAY, I DON’T KNOW IF THIS IS JUST A ME THING, BUT IT MUST BE BECAUSE I NEVER HEAR ANYONE ELSE TALK ABOUT THIS: I don’t think Crewel calling his students “puppies” is cute, it just comes off to me as degrading and, quite frankly, insulting :/ A PUPPY IS JUST LIKE A BABY EXCEPT WITH FUR... so it’s like a teacher is calling you a baby to your face. It drives me insane, because it comes across as Crewel looking down on his students rather than treating them as his equals or as people worthy of respect, and it doesn’t make him appear approachable.

In some events (like Scary Monsters! and Fairy Gala), we get to see more to him and how he engages with the other characters, students and staff alike. It shows me that Crewel is much more interesting when he’s NOT actively teaching. We can see that he is truly passionate about fashion, and that while he is usually strict, he also advocates for letting loose every now and again, and has a more forward-thinking mindset than Trein, who is pretty old-fashioned. It’s great fun seeing Crewel and Trein butt heads over their differences, be it modernism vs traditionalism, dogs vs cats, etc.

I think most of why I don’t like Crewel is because a lot of the stuff I see in the fandom only focuses on this particular interpretation in which Crewel is................................. (Michard, please forgive me for saying this and sullying the name of your expansive media empire) “daddy”???????? Like, he’s portrayed as extremely smug and domineering, someone who won’t compromise at all, and that’s not appealing to me. I much prefer the Crewel who will scold his students for misbehaving one second then tell them it’s okay to let their hair down as long as it’s not in his classroom the next, the Crewel who will give treats to good boys like Grim, the Crewel who will butt heads and fight for what he stands for.

OH, AND ONE THING WE DON’T GET ENOUGH OF??????? SHOW ME SCIENCE CLUB ADVISOR CREWEL, TWST DEVS. I AM NO LONGER ASKING. It would be so funny to see Crewel trying to keep a lid on Rook in the lab, or overseeing Trey using club time to bake even though you’re not supposed to eat science experiments. There’s a lot of untapped potential in this club dynamic, and I really hope TWST seizes the opportunity and properly showcases their zany antics sometime soon. (No lie, I kind of headcanon Crewel as being like a father figure to Trey and Rook 😇 like he’s more stern with, but also more protective of, his science club children.....................)

AT LAST 🥺 I CAN GUSH ABOUT GRIMMUGRIMMU MY FURBABY 

He is, by default, the best boy in the game on account of being a fluffy cute kitty (no matter how much he claims he’s not one). I love his sassy little face, that tuft of white fur on his chest, the mysterious blue flames, and his pronged tail ✨ Whenever Grim gets a new outfit, my heart just feels all warm and fuzzy! I only wish he got more of them, because he deserves a whole closet of fancy accessories and outfits. He at LEAST needs a ribbon for each of the dorms (we’ve had Heartslabuyl and the standard striped one for Ramshackle so far), an outfit for each event (technically we’ve only had Halloween and Harveston), and a Grim version of each of the standard looks each main boy gets (School Uniform and Labwear were released as anniversary cards; I’m hoping we get Ceremonial Robes Grim next anniversary).

Grim is actually important and has an impact on the main story, AND he’s a genuine friend to MC through all those hot messes. He can be grating and cause trouble, but then again, what friend doesn’t? He feels so raw and real, like the type of friend you’d constantly bicker with because you’re just that close and you can totally understand that the other person doesn’t mean any genuine harm when they sass back. “Minion” never feels insulting to me, it just feels like a dumb nickname my best friend would call me just to be cheeky. It’s clear that Grim and MC care for each other and can poke fun of the other without it coming across as malicious. Sometimes he reminds me of my pet (not just because of how he looks), cuz he’s sassy, bratty, demanding, and easily motivated by food… but I love Grim, just as I love my pet, all the same.

Grim is the one and only character who has been with us since the very start. Fuck Crowley, fuck Adeuce, fuck Malleus, fuck ALL the TWST characters (yes, even the ones I really love); Grim is the REAL first friend we ever made in Twisted Wonderland, and he is the one we are closest to in the game, the one we spend the most time with. He’s our roommate, and our literal other half as a student. He was always with us through circumstance, but was those circumstances that brought you closer to him. He IS a piece of our world.

… And he’s also kinda dumb and eats suspicious rocks he just finds lying around on the floor BUT HEY there’s plot significance in that, so I’ll allow it 😤 I really like that “haha Grim eats rocks, how funny” was super relevant and is actually culminating into something sinister in the main story. It really hurts to see a good friend going down a dark path 😭 I just wish TWST had gone more “all the way” in some aspects of it… Like when Grim attacks MC, I thought it would have been something more substantial than just a cat scratch??????? I personally think it would have worked better because taking a harder hit would have left MC with a more evident physical reminder that Grim was changing into something they didn’t recognize anymore. A larger/deeper wound would better allude to how truly powerless MC is in this world (something not often directly addressed in the narrative), and it brings up the fragility of human life (which seems to be a major theme being foreshadowed for episode 7). But oh well, what’s done is done and I’ll accept that. It works just fine as is, since it was mentioned that the catscratch was the first time Grim ever hurt or tried to purposefully attack MC.

Episode 6 was already very emotionally touching between the story of the Shroud brothers and the character development for the other OB boys, but something else that resonated with me were the few Grim scenes we got. We witness him being kidnapped, and we see MC’s desperation to get him back, the distance that MC is willing to go for their dear friend 🥺 Meanwhile, Grim wakes up in an unfamiliar place, finding himself completely alone… AnD THE pOOR BqBY CRiES 😭 because unlike when MC first “woke up”, no one is there to greet him. Where’s his buddy? Why’s he in this weird place, subjected to all these tests by strange people? Why does he have these scary memories of hurting his friend? Is he… a bad person? No, no, Grim is good. Right? He has to be… It must be so scary being in Grim’s shoes… and can you imagine the relief he feels when he sees MC and Adeuce again???????? POOR BABY CRIES AGAIN, he’s finally free, he’s finally home. I JUST WANNA HUG HIM AND NEVER LET HIM GO.

What really scares me is that????? Grim will be sad again if MC has to return home. I don’t care how Adeuce or Malleus feel about it, I think Grim will be the one that will hurt the most. His first friend, his other half, is suddenly going away, and he’ll never be able to see them again. All those fun times and happy memories will never happen again. If I were Grim, I’d totally lose it too 😭

I think the fandom is pretty split when it comes to Grim? I see a lot of people who think he’s a cute gremlin, but I see just as many people hating on him. While every opinion is valid, I can’t say that I see eye-to-eye with some of the reasoning for the Grim hate???? I agree that his voice is annoying, but I don’t understand why people don’t like Grim for “being a shit” (because honestly, most of the main cast is shitty too) or for “taking attention away from MC”. Maybe I just don’t care as much about the latter because I’ve never been the type to self-insert as MC, I’ve just seen Grim as the main character anyway and MC as more of a sidekick or an addition to his character. Just because you are the “MC” doesn’t mean the story is actually about you, it’s very possible to frame a story from the MC’s perspective without having the focus of the narrative be on MC. I find much more entertainment in this kind of storytelling; it makes me feel like a fly on the wall watching the drama go down 👀

I also don’t think it’s fair to pin the blame on Grim when this was a very conscious decision by the TWST devs for the stories they wanted to tell. It gives the players the chance to self insert and imagine alternate scenarios as much or as little as they want!! If MC was too involved, it would have the unintentional effect of alienating people who could never see themselves doing or saying the things the game is making their MC do/say. (It’s why I personally take issue with being forced to be Malleus’s “friend”, because even though I wouldn’t want to do that, the game is making me to go out and engage with him anyway.) Grim’s just out here vibin’ and eating his canned tuna, let the kitty consume in peace 😭

If I’m being entirely honest, I wonder if part of the reason people don’t have patience with Grim (at least not compared to the other main boys) is because he isn’t a hot anime guy 😔 I really love seeing humanized Grim fan art and fanfiction, but sometimes I’m left feeling like humanized Grim would have been preferred over the original 😅 I get that we’re all here to enjoy pretty characters, but I don’t like the implication that humanized Grim somehow makes him more “palatable” to the audience. Granted, it’s not as bad as being disgusted by Trein because of his age, but it still gives the impression that Grim would be valued more if he was a conventionally attractive human. I think Grim is perfect the way he is, so 💦 you can imagine why that bothers me.

[kkusuka]

(i had to repost lol- it wasn’t showing up on my page)

this the request: part 3 of thiccy gf hcs ??? with kuroo, terushima, sakusa, and daichi and/or atsumu 🥺👉🏽👈🏽 i must be fed

i understand your need for them

and as a member of the thunder-thigh committee, i am happy to write about my fellow sexy women! (another 4:56 am ramble i refuse to delete)

part one

part 2 <3

i mixed this with this ask ;  Pt. 3 of the thicc af gf with Aone, Osamu, Kyotani, Daichi, Kuguri, and Terushima plz? 🥺

this got wayyyyyyyyy long

4, 685 words. my finger slipped?

Kuroo tetsuro

this guy has been trying to get you since first year

he’s that dedicated

and you didn’t even notice, he was just a flirty friend who helped you with science

(even when he would practically put you in his lap while he went over things)

lo and behold, he finally got his chance during the third year culture festival

yeah as in he waited a whole three years for this

Eh, once again, had a whole pan to make you see him as your great future husband, aka the haunted house (a good excuse to have you hold onto him)

He has to give it to class 2-4, the did a damn good job, it was scary

Long story short you fell on top of him, boobs in face hands-on ass

~heaven~

Mans actually asked you to be his girlfriend right there, groping you and murmuring between your boobs. (he wouldn't have gotten up if the next group wasn’t approaching.)

From then on he’d literally do anything for the ass

He’s a big simp and we all know it.

Like When you wear shorts he has to ‘pull them down’ aka feel you up while pulling the hem of your shorts down ever so slightly.

Or when he gets on a knee right behind you to ‘tie his shoe’, but the school shoes have no laces.

He could be a bit more creative and he wanted to look under your skirt.

When he wants to cut the bull shit he’ll just lift the back of your skirt and rub around for a but, to hell with all the other kids in the hallway.

(did I mention that he puts things on the highest shelves so he can walk up behind you and practically dry hump you.)

Speaking of simp nation

You can't really wear anything without setting him off

Shorts drive him absolutely nuts, it's insane. But it isn't his fault that most of your shorts are spandex that cut off right at the beginning of your thighs, it's like a homemade booty lifter. He just can’t help but wanting to cop a feel.

Or the color red in general. It is ridiculous, the guy rips everything when he tries to take it off too. So that stunning red cocktail dress with the lace-up sides was not unwearable, and you only had it on for like 2 hours. And that was only because it was a friend's 18th birthday party you were both invited to.

(thanks to kuroo not letting you out of his arms you both were late and left early.)

((in his defense you looked like a full course meal and it was giving him severe blue balls, and he’s only seen you for a few minutes))

Halloween, you know. the one night you could dress up as anything. any you decide to go as a cat-girl in a maid costume. And you expected him to just take that sitting down? Hell no. the red thigh highs AND the corset middle? You're lucky it lasted as long as it did.

That my dear was bravery. His color. A cat. And a short skirt. With thigh highs!

And so, he did what he did all those other times, dragged you to sit on his lap, and opening your thighs, and like a good girl you’ll let him

If you could already tell, he gives no shits to whos watching, let ‘em see (they really never do but you get the point)

He’s also a prime thigh groper, especially when he wants to keep your legs open, he also loves thigh hic

Terushima Yuji

Another shower-offer

You were already he's so why can't he let everyone know?

Speaking of you being his, he doesn't tell people how you guys don’t together, with good reason considering you practically beat him up

Not really but that’s what he calls it, basically he tried to get with one of your friends at a party.

She just happens to not be interested in men and has a wonderful girlfriend, so she was uncomfortable but couldn't tell him to leave her alone

So you took fate into your own hands, literally, you stole Fate from class 3-2’s drink and poured it on him before slapping him and telling him about how he was a pig.

And he fell in love, you looked like an angel, a really hot angel, it didn't help you were in a white dress either

And from then on he literally once or twice, got on his knees for you, asking to give him a chance.

Honestly, it got annoying, so you just agreed to make it go away. It did, but you also gained a perv of a boyfriend who has an insatiable love for your lower half

He’s a simple creature, do take caution of his fragile being

So that means all those times you bend over in front of him he was slowly cracking and trying to figure out where the nearest storage closet is.

He thought he was having heart palpitations when he saw you in the damn dress again, apparently, he didn't see all of it. Specifically the v-neck top, and the fact it only went to the end of your ass. Needless to say, he made sure to walk behind you on every staircase that you went on

Another set off is yoga legging, like the lululemon ones, that people wear all the time. They fit you great, really really great. They were supposed to work out in them???? Why were they so skin-tight????? And he also figured out that you wore things because of them. Instant nut.

How you ask, simple.

One time he saw your underwear line through the pants and he pointed them out, they did make it seem like your ass was super soft so he saw his chance and took it.

So the next time you wore them and he didn't see the lines he was like ??????

And thus began the “Yuji hunt for lineless underwear” and he found the thongs

And you received the fucking of your life soon after.

Oh! And there’s any time you go to the beach. Literally every time.

No cap.

The first time was when you wore a red one-piece and he practically went feral. It wasn't really a one-piece if it was see-through and had the lowest neckline on the planet.

Everyone was looking at you.

He practically fucked you on the beach but held off until you got back to the hotel room.

He’s way more forward when he wants to fuck, if you could imagine. He’ll just walk up to you and tell you he wants to get some, like right now.

If you can even ignore him, he’ll throw an arm around your waist and grope around your legs, all the way to the apex.

It is also not below him to try and get you off while still wearing underwear that he will be taking after.

(i didn't say anything about his stash off orgasm ruined underwear? My bad.)

Sakusa Kiyoomi

Going beyond the fact he even has a girlfriend, y’know considering, but the fact that no one knew who you were until you showed up at nationals to cheer him on

(atsumu was even starting to think that you didn't exist and that poor kiyoomi just imagined you up, so can imagine his shock when you ran up to said boy after they won)

The whole dating thing wasn't the shocking part; it was the fact that you looked like you walked off of the Milan runway.

And you were wearing leggings and sakusa's jacket, all of a sudden everyone was interested in how that happened

It was a kind of a boring story, someone had spilled coffee in a shop that you both happen to be in

And he watched you offer the man the same disinfectant wipes that he uses!

And in the most sakusa way possible he followed you out of the shop and tried to talk to you.

An exchange of numbers and many awkward conversations (and boners) later, you were a couple.

Back to that hug, like the many others, he's let you have, it’s all just to feel how soft you were

But poor touch -starved sakusa doesn't know what to do with any of these pent up feelings.

And he has a loooooooot of them.

Multiple occasions have shaped the poor germ-boy into the horny-tornado he has become

so he’s not really into what you’re wearing, it’s more about what you’re doing

like when you wore the mask he bought you to one of his games, and you wore one of his alternate uniforms, but the kicker was how you stayed away from everyone and didn’t let a single person near you (or his shirt)

or when you helped him clean his dorm when he was doing his weekly deep clean

or when the two of you washed the dishes while trying to do one of those “try not to sing” challenges

(is it normal to get a boner when your girlfriend helps you clean? no?)

but, as much as he tries to remain emotionless on the subject, there are multiple exceptions to the “it’s not what she wears” whole thing

Like that violet puffy skirt, you wore to a study fate, the one with the white sweater? That one, the same one that he could see your panties, from anywhere he sat. and Every time you got up you would have to smooth it down to make the creases go down, but it was only ever really giving him a good idea about the shape of your ass.

(if he sees you in that skirt again he’s just going to fuck you in it)

The lesser-known horny-inducer, since he made you take it off within the first five minutes, was a dress! What kind of dress? A neon yellow see-through mesh dress. The bottom wasn’t what got him though, it was the fact that your white bra was clearly seen under the mesh top. Or maybe it was the way the skirt made your waist look super small, and how your hips looked so round and squeezable.

Yeah, no one else could experience you in that.

Not to sound like this, but sakusa is still averse to touch

BUT BUT BUT

That goes out the window when he wants to dance the devil's tango with you.

Mr. His way or no way shows up,  he does it every so slightly different

If it’s just the two of you, he’ll put a hand on your shoulder and he’ll push you to your knees. And he’ll pet your head and tell you what’s about to happen and advise you to listen like a good girl.

But in the instance you are in the presence of others, he’ll stand behind you and bring you super close to him, ass to dick. (maybe he’ll grind into you a bit, just to convince you to follow him) and he’ll throw a few words in about how much of a bitch in heat you are for getting turned on in front of all of these people.

It’s best to just do what he wants before he makes you cum in your underwear.

Daichi Sawamura

oh my

you guys are the power thigh couple

powerful and defined mixed with soft and pillowy

In Fact, that’s literally how the two of you met, thanks to Tanaka and Nishinoya of course.

(let’s just pretend karasuno has a cheer squad, and you just happened to be the captain of said team)

So basically you were doing a favor for the student council, and you were supposed to ask how many third years, managers included, were on each team and each club in the school

Easy! Turns out not so much. You were still in your cheer practice uniform, which was the shortest spandex ever made, and a Karasuno school t-shirt that was ever so slightly too tight.

Anyway, you make it to the gym and open the door, and the little one, Yachi, saw you and literally screamed. (she was right by the door), and that alerted everyone else in the gym, which led to the bald boy and his short companion pushing you further into the gym.

But in the better sense, it did gain the attention of the captain! Just the exact moment he was in front of you someone pushed; your back and within a second, in some miracle like way, you both ended up on the floor and he ended up planked on top of you with a leg between your spread thighs.

Almost kissing nonetheless.

Then, like the gentleman he was, he got off and asked you if you alright and kneeled down and let you use his shoulder to try and stand back up.

You did get up, for a split second, Daichi still kneeling letting you use him as a step stool when a certain red-head was flung right into you and you went toppling forward.

Onto Daichi.

Onto Daichi's face.

Your thighs around his head.

His hands-on your ass.

Hand in his hair.  

He could sit there forever, you were frozen, everyone else was frozen.

You eventually climbed off and asked how many third years there were. But he just sat there, his hands hadn’t moved either, luckily Suga answered and you were on your way.

And Daichi still didn’t move, after that incident, you had begun to see him everywhere, and eventually, he just cut the shit and asked you out.

Daddy Daichi likes seeing you in literally anything from sweatshirts to lingerie.

His favorite was the brown buttoned pencil skirt and the white blouse, that you wore to a date. You were kind of overdressed for the ramen shop and after a walk, but he didn't even care. He was so thrown off by how turned on he was he couldn't speak in full sentences.

An example:

“Yeah, the food here is- boob, I-I mean great, not boob, great, yes, great.”

The second.

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.

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Was a bathrobe.

Can you see where I'm going with that? Simply you look hot.

His favorite part of the night was ripping it off of you.

And like the first time you met, he had his head in your thighs <3

Atsumu Miya

You met poor atsumu at a party.

He tried to shoot his shot, y’know he sees a cute lady he’s just gotta try and show you what you could be getting

he had it all planned, he was going to walk up behind you and run his hands over your delicious curves and ask you if you were in need of any help

he doesn’t take into account that a having a random guy just start groping you and pressing himself behind a girl was panic-inducing

so when he dropped your waist, you freaked out and may or may not have punched him in the dick

while he was in a. world of pain you age to figure out what the hell had just happened to you

then you noticed him on the floor, and when he noticed you looking at him he put this forced cocky smirk on and gave you a “how you doing”

You took pity on the poor creature and helped him up and got him some ice, then conversed with him for the majority of the rest of the night.

And he just hasn't left you alone since

(and, you learned this far later, that he went so far to tell Sakusa and Kageyama all about you and how amazing you are, and has even sent them- more than one- picture

But in other news, he’s very horny

So really all that means is he always has his hands on you

Like during practice breaks when you're allowed to come down and talk to him for a bit, give him some things, but it normally just consists of him sitting on the bench and you standing in front of him.

While his hands rest on your hips and his face is shoved into the valley between your breasts, and he just sits and listens to you as you brush a hand through his hair.

Or sometimes, if he had been having a rough time, he’ll just have his hands under your skirt and he’ll feel around for a bit while grumbling about how people cant hit his sets

But for being the possessive bastard he is, he sure likes letting you wear all those outfits

Like the booty shorts and tank top, you wore to bring them food during the summer training camp. That same camp that the two of you disappeared at and he came back looking like he had won the lottery.

Or the cute little red dress you wore to your anniversary date? The one that made him have a hard-on the entire time you were at dinner. He knows the waiter remembers, he also bets the waiter remembers seeing him fucking you in the car when his shift was over.

And that time you wore his jersey to bed and sent him a picture of it. It was such a good picture that he made it his lock screen for everyone to see.

He just likes looking at you tbh.

Aone Takanobu

you guys didn’t meet in some weird perverted way, it was actually really cute!

Not to sound creepy but he knew that you were in the garden club because you sat right in front of him in class

And since he didn't talk to anyone else in that class he was just content with listening, and so there he was

Standing outside of the garden club door holding his withering basil plant. Lost.

Lucky for him you were walking down the hallway and greeted him, looking all pretty and cute

You did help him realize that he was overwatering the basil and within a few weeks, it was back to life!

From that first time on, he came to the club room with you twice a week and walked home with you, just listening to all the random plant facts that you had harbored in your mind.

Eventually, with the help of the team, he asked you out, and you hugged him and said yes, and that was the beginning of the “oh god, y/n is way softer than I thought”

So he really just tries to be near you or be touching you at all times  

(i am also a firm believer that he likes to slow dance to classical music in your living room)

Like during lunch periods when you sit next to him and the second you finish eating hell push you to lean against him

And he’ll rub small circles on your hips and give you small innocent gropes

Or how he hugs your waist when you're doing literally anything, and he puts his head on top of your head while swaying

I can also tell you that Aone is a good singer

So he hums to you (I'm uwuing over my own headcanon lol)

He also really likes just running his hands along your body, so he likes when you wear the one-piece dresses so he has smooth sailing down your body

As a man of little words, he clearly has a more physical approach to getting you on the horny train

What I am trying to get at is that more often than not he literally just picks you up and carries you away.

Of course, that leaves you to come back to whatever you were doing.

That is after the cuddles and after sex ‘conversations’ about the dumbest things

Basically, he likes to hear you talk and he really likes being near.

Osamu Miya

He knew who you were

With a brother like atsumu, who never shuts up about you, it's hard not to

(Osamu is pretty sure atsumu had a picture of you next to his pillow. ew)

Anyway, the two of you just happened to share the same lunch block, and it also just happens to be the only period block that he was alone

No teammates and no especially close that he could hang out with

That meant he could either study or eat

Had he chose to eat, only to be met with the fact that atsumu had drained both of their lunch accounts for his flavor of the week

Poor baby stood there for a while just processing what was the worst news of his life

When you, a true angel among the evil, said that you would graciously pay for his food so that he didn't outlook so sad anymore

If he wasn’t holding an armful of onigiri he would have fallen on his knees and begged to whatever god was out there to let him keep you

But he settled for thanking you and spending the entire period with you, he even offered to share (for the first time in his life)

You complimented him on his flavor choice and he decided to keep you

He made sure to share his recipes with you and you tried to do the same

And somehow that evolved into you guys going on dates, much to atsumu’s distaste, and you guys were totally hitting it off

Osamu was your official biggest fan, he loved everything you do

But that means he wants to stay your biggest fan, and he knows that you’re pretty well known for boys thinking not so innocent things about you

Again being brothers with atsumu gave him this little sadistic streak

He lets you wear all of the revealing outfits and the bikinis, all for everyone to see

Everyone to see what belongs to him

Like at suna’s party he let you wear a black mini-skirt and a white off the shoulder long sleeved flowy shirt.

You looked good, and all the guys staring at you proved that point tenfold. Three guys had come up to you and tried to get you to go upstairs with them. And it was almost immediately shut down when they noticed the act you were sitting on your boyfriend.

Speaking of, he almost always has you in his lap.

Aww, cute! Not, he like grinding you down on him, that's also why he likes having you wear skirts, easy access to your ass, also a nice way to ensure that he could get more than a few gropes in when he wants

No, it's definitely the way he made you wear thigh highs to school one day and the shortest skirt you owned (like a school skirt) and walked behind you the entire day.

And he just reached behind you and lifted your skirt for the whole hallway to see, but mostly for him

He waists no time when he wants to fuck, he’ll just walk up to and open your legs while making out with either you or your neck.

And yes he has done that in front of atsumu

Who was warned to stay out of their room for a while.

Not to mention all those times he convince you to go to school with no underwear on just for the fun of it

(I didn't tell you this but those off the shoulder mini dresses drive him wild. On graduation day he pulled into a closet and had his way with you. I mean he did say that if you wore that dress he was going to do it, buuuuuut y’know….. yolo)

Kyotani Kentaro

We all know he’s a fighter, which means he gets hurt a lot, which in turn makes him a frequent face in the nurse's office

And who happens to be the nurse's niece? You of course!

And right after school, when your aunt takes her break and leaves you to take care of the office alone

Right after school is also when Kyotani always comes in.

(it’s not like he knew that you would be there alone, and that meant that you had to deal with him and heal him up. And it also is not like he started the fight so he could come here and see you. No not that)

Who am I kidding it was like that.

It was totally like that.

Your hands were just so soft when they put the bandages on and you have to bend down to get the wrapping.

He had a crush, that's what iwaizumi said, and after googling what the symptoms of a crush were he was sure

So with the help of the third years, aka Oikawa just having Iwaizumi repeat what he wanted to say, they had a plan

And the next time he was in the office he asked if you wanted to see a movie with him, it was so cute and he looked so shy

It would have been perfect if after five seconds he tried to take it back, you still went on the date with him though

He was happy.

Angry boy likes hugs

And yes he does, no objections

So when he’s upset he’ll make these grabby hands at you and have you come over and stand with him

He shoves his chin on your shoulder and his hands squeezing your waist and you’ll rock back and forth until he calms down.

He’s also very aware of what you wear

Like how your skirt perfectly frames your legs. How the socks you wear make your legs look 10x longer, and make you look like you’re walking like a model.

Or the dark blue leggings you wore with his alternate jersey and you were cheering for him!

But nothing and I mean NOTHING gets him better than when you wear spandex shorts and one of his shirts. He goes feral every time.

This man is the CEO of picking you up and placing you on his lap, straddle style, and just going ham on you

Not to mention that sometimes when he’s really tired he’ll have you just sitting on his lap while he plays with your thighs

(he also likes playing with your waist and stomach, but he doesn't realize that he’s talking out loud so you can hear all of the “so soft”’s he lets out.

Kuguri

You were one of Mika's close friends so you were always just kind of around

It was a little get together that Daishou threw that really made you two close

It was a weird drinking game of sorts, and it had these teams, and you were out as a pair!

Somehow throughout the game, you guys got side-tracked and just ended up talking to each other the rest of the night

Eventually, you were convinced to go on a double date and the rest was history

He didn't even pay attention to what you wore that much until he heard a few rando kids in the locker room talking about it.

And that’s when he started thinking about just who he was dating

He first realized how round your ass was. Is it normal to look that good in leggings? No one else has ever looked that good to him. With that came his obsession with just touching your butt. He just grabs it or he’ll stop you from walking and palm it. Or he’ll rub circles into it.

(it's cute how intrigued he is by your butt)

Then came his obsession with your thighs. Mostly the way that they spread out when you sit. He didn't even understand why they were just so mesmerizing. They were so squishy too. He likes how they look in his hands-

Lastly was the waist thing. You aren't even sure what it is. He just likes putting his hands on your waist. Like a prom picture. Sometimes he’ll squeeze or run his hands along your sides. But he’s mostly stationary.

He also has this habit of just opening your legs and laying on your stomach.

He is just so into how soft you are.

[jkstompers]

a royal engagement | jjk

pairing: jeon jungkook x female reader

summary: the rough ground against his clothed knee doesn’t matter anymore when he sees the sweetest smile on your face. everything is perfect.

genre: arranged marriage but they wanna do it right!, best friends to lovers, royalty!au, FLUFF, crown princess!oc, prince!jk, surprises!, jk believes in soulmates confirmed, oc is so in love, perhaps jk flexes how rich he is in this ~(˘▾˘~)

warnings: mentions of sex, sexual tension, more talk of exes (both jk and oc’s), they both talk about losing their virginity, mild jealousy, mentions of menstrual cycles, a little bit of lip locking action

word count: 11.1k

author’s note: ♡ happy jungkook day! ♡ this chapter spans over a week and a half-ish! also i made a little oopsies in the last chapter when i said that oc had only been back in raemor for a week… it’s actually been a month since she’s left the city. i’m sorry about that! i changed it on an arrangement already, but i just figured it out when i was editing this chapter. other than that, i’m so excited for this series and i hope u all enjoy!! pls lmk what u think! ღ'ᴗ'ღ 

banner pic creds here! <3

jungkook had the utmost faith in you.

there was something in him that always knew that the love the two of you had ran way deeper than a friendship— probably more than a relationship too. it was something like a soul tie. something the stars created before the earth was ever created. two beings that were always meant to be together, in every universe, in every time before and after this. jungkook held his hope in that. his trust that the love the two of you forged was strong enough to pull you out of your room and into his arms before the plane took off.

the war between your head and your heart ended in a stalemate. you were fighting against something that you knew in your heart you wanted. your brain couldn’t make any more excuses to go against it when jungkook laid his heart out on the floor for you. you’d already made your decision before you went to sleep— before you even left jungkook’s grasp. but you were one for the dramatics.

the sound of the plane landing woke you, you were afraid you were too late. thinking that you slept in during a moment that could decide the rest of your life, you ran. bare feet smacking against the cold floor of the castle, before you eventually made it out to the garden and then the royal runway.

the sound of your voice that morning set it in stone. that jungkook will never love another the way he does you.

“jungkook!” you called out.

he was just about to board the plane for fenutar, jungkook and his advisors huddled into a circle to talk about customs and special etiquette since it’s been a while since he’s last visited. your shout interrupted the conversation. jungkook turned around immediately at the familiar voice.

the sight of you running through the cold, wet grass in your sleep wear with a winter coat and no shoes on. it makes his heart swell, with both love and worry. more so worry. “princess? what are you doing out here?! it’s freezing and you’re not even wearing the right clothes—”

you cut him off as you crash into his body for a tight hug. it felt right, it always did. “am i too late?” you ask, face snuggled into his warm chest.

he shakes his head, a little laugh accompanying the words. “you’re just in time.”

now, jungkook and you lay in your bed, staring up at the ceiling together. since seven in the morning, the two of you have just been talking about everything and nothing. mostly just appreciating each others presence. time passed quickly and it was almost time for everyone to start getting ready for breakfast. “so... how should we tell everyone? over breakfast?” you asked, pulling yourself on his chest and resting your cheek against his ribs.

he smiles at you. “sure, i heard they’re serving waffles, donuts— you know, sweet stuff.”

“and wouldn’t our news be so sweet?” you grinned. he laughs and you can feel his chest rise and fall under your head, the sound of his laughter just up against your ear. “should we go now?”

you move to get up, but jungkook stops you, placing a hand on your waist. “let’s stay here for a little bit longer.” he suggests, moving his hand up to run through your hair. “aren’t you tired from your dramatic show of affection this morning?” laughing as his fingers card through the strands of your hair. he combats your glare with a tender massage to your scalp. remembering how you’d always fall asleep whenever he did, and it worked. your eyelids fell and you melt against jungkook as he continues to rub your scalp gently.

love wasn’t scary. times like this, when it’s just you and jungkook; no expectations, no titles, no responsibilities. it’s just love. it wasn’t terrifying, it’s not painful. well, maybe it is sometimes. like how your heart beats out of your chest whenever jungkook looks at you, eyes glistening with admiration. like when you smile at jungkook and he feels like he could burst at any second just from the sight of you. love is hard to explain. love is whatever you make it out to be. and right now, love is in the curve of jungkook’s lips when he smiles at you. love is in the palm of your hand when you reach out to hold him.

the sound of the knocks on the door doesn’t register until the second round of taps. “princess, it is time for breakfast.” you hear from behind the door.

you sit up. “i’ll be right out!” trying to get out of bed but jungkook pulls you back.

“uh-uh,” he tsks. “you’re not dressed.” you furrow your eyebrows before you look down at what you’re wearing. a slip dress, the one you wore to sleep to be specific. “i won’t look, don’t worry.” he laughs, scooting himself up on your bed and covering his face with one of your pillows. he ignores how nice it smells, just like that shampoo he really likes. you bought it back in the city, raemor doesn’t have shampoos that smell like this.

he hears you rustle around in your closet before he hears a faint zip. “wait— jungkook, how does this look?”

the pillow is pulled away from his face and his eyes lay on you. with a colorful sundress draped on your body. it flows and compliments your skin beautifully. you’re beautiful. god, you’re gorgeous. asking jungkook for his opinion wouldn’t help, he’s biased. you’re pretty in his eyes no matter what you wear. “that— yeah, it’s— you look great.” he stumbles over his words.

“cat’s got your tongue?” you tease. in retaliation, jungkook ruffles up your hair a bit, making you groan and spend another five minutes in front of the mirror to fix it. meanwhile, jungkook pulls himself off the bed and straightens his outfit out, opting to leave his jacket off since it was toasty in the castle. he still looks proper and handsome with his white button up and dress pants on. for the last touch, you dig through your jewelry box, knowing that it has to be somewhere in there.

then there it was, at the bottom, tangled with a necklace from your mother, was the friendship bracelet jungkook gave you when you were twelve at the lantern festival. a dainty gold chain with a flower embellishment on it, signifying the promise the two of you made. he watches from afar when you put it on, trying to hide his surprise. “you still have it?”

you nod, “you don’t?”

“i do.” he assures. “i just didn’t think you’d remember it after all this time.”

you scoff playfully, walking towards him. “of course i remember,” linking your arm with his. “i remember everything.”

with that, the two of you step out of your room and down to the dining hall. they were expecting you, but not jungkook. the shock on everyone’s faces was evident. your parents, clementine, your ladies, venus, even blue. it was a good surprise though. both of your parents had to hide their big smiles behind their napkins. the staff kindly added another chair next to you for jungkook to sit down in. no one spoke up about it, if they wanted to ask, they kept their mouths shut. the two of you enjoy a delicious breakfast without any interference from any of the advisors.

but someone had to say it, and you were happy that it was going to be you.

you let out a cough before standing up, holding a glass of water and clinking your knife against it gently to grab everyone's attention. it only took a few seconds for all eyes to land on you. “jungkook and i have come to the conclusion that we will marry.” you announce.

the hall is overjoyed. cheers coming from your parents, smiles being sent your way from blue and your ladies. even the advisors, the most stern and inexpressive people you know (except for venus) crack a little smile at the news. “but—” you begin. silence quickly takes over the room. “only on jungkook and i’s terms.”

there is a bit of confusion amongst the crowd. so clementine is quick to ask, “and what are those terms, your highness?”

one. “jungkook and i will wed next year, when spring begins.”

two. “both of us will plan the wedding, with help of others, but the main parts will be orchestrated by the two of us.”

three. “there will be no talk of an heir until we are ready.”

“deal!” both yours and jungkook’s parents say as soon as you’re done talking.

“then it is settled! prince jungkook and princess ___ will wed next spring!” clementine announces to the hall and cheers erupt through the room once more.

jungkook stands and gives you a tight hug. the moment is all too perfect, the joyous chatter of everyone around you and the warm embrace of the one you love wrapped around you. it’s something you’ve dreamed of. “i won’t let you down, princess.” he promises you, in your ear, only for you to hear.

“i’ll be the best husband this world has ever seen.”

a good husband has to be honest.

jungkook has something to tell you, and he isn’t sure how to word it. he’s scared you’ll be turned off by it. it is a pretty serious topic, so he needs to say it, or else he would feel the guilt start to build in his stomach. then before he knows it, it’ll spill all out. so it’s better to nip the bud. get it done before it becomes a bigger problem.

the two of you were having a sleepover tonight. it’s the first one you guys had since you’ve been back. jungkook brought all the fancy snacks that his mother packed along with some drinks, while you had your contraband: face masks and matching pajamas for the both of you.

he looks funny with his peel off mask drying on his face. you told him not to make any facial expressions or else it wouldn’t work. jungkook’s been pulling a straight face for ten minutes while watching elle woods destroy chutney in the courtroom.

he couldn’t have chosen a worse time to speak up about it, but it’s been eating at him for long enough. “i have to tell you something.” he says out of nowhere. you look at him, trying not to react with your face. his serious tone makes you want to burst out into laughter, it was just so out of place.

but he looks somber, like how he looks when something’s bothering him. you swallow the urge to laugh and just nod. “you can tell me while i peel this mask off your face, deal?” you ask, moving closer and picking at the edge of the mask.

you wait patiently until he spills whatever he needs to say, but he looks a little distracted by the feeling of the face mask being peeled off. he’s already nervous, he tells himself not to get side tracked. so he just spits it out. “i’m not a virgin.”

well. that was one way to start a conversation.

you try not to show your shock, but your eyebrows were already raised and now your facemask is stuck to itself. “oh— oh my god, jungkook,” you laugh, covering your mouth. “do you want a high-five or something?” you can’t hold back the laughter anymore. you raise your hand up and wait for him to reciprocate.

if you were being honest, it did make you a little jealous. you wondered who he lost it to. it was probably jieun. did he love her? enough to want to lose his virtue to her? while the questions run through your mind, he returns the high-five, taking you out of the downward spiral of queries. you weren’t angry at him. there wasn’t an agreement between the two of you that you’d take each other’s virginities. jealousy is unforgiving, because you knew there was no reason to be mad but you still felt the stupid pang in your heart.

you finish taking his mask off, expertly in one piece. jungkook waits for you as you throw it in the trash. he’s still silent, not really knowing what else to say. he was waiting for an argument, in all honesty. but you’re smiling, seemingly unaffected by his confession. “do you wanna help me take off mine?” you ask him, sitting back on the bed, facing him.

he nods, picking at the edge and trying to do exactly what you did. “you’re not upset?” he asks, pulling the mask off of your face. maybe you were, but you weren’t going to tell him. it’s in the past, what matters is now, and he’s here with you now. you couldn’t be too mad.

maybe you should be honest too. you shake your head, “of course not, i’m not a virgin either.” this conversation only proves that there was no need to hide when it came to jungkook. you admired him for speaking up about it first too, even though you aren’t exactly sure why.

jungkook successfully took your mask off in one piece as well, discarding it into the trash can. you tell him that the two of you have to wash your faces to get the tiny pieces off and he follows you into the bathroom. responding with a, “really?” and a raise of his eyebrows.

you turn the water on and splash him a little bit. “are you trying to say i’m too ugly to get laid, jeon?!” you glare.

jungkook backtracks, “no— no! you’re pretty— really pretty— i just— i didn’t know what to say.”

you roll your eyes playfully. rinsing your face with water and making sure your face is entirely clean from the mask before stepping aside and drying your face off, allowing jungkook to have his turn. “who’d you lose it to?” you asked. despite probably already knowing the answer, you just had to make sure.

“uh—” he starts, looking at you through the mirror. his eyes flicker back down to the stream of water when he answers, “jieun.”

of course. you let out a little laugh, stepping closer and nudging his side with your elbow. “congratulations, dude.” at least he told you, at least he was honest. that’s all that matters. jealousy can play it’s part later. after the sleepover.

“what about you?” jungkook asks when he finishes drying his face off. he wants to know, but at the same time he doesn’t. curiosity gets the best of everyone.

“my ex-boyfriend,” you answer nonchalantly. “min yoongi.”

“boyfriend…” he exaggerates. pursing his lips and nodding, the same jealousy you felt earlier coursing through his veins now. “that’s nice— congratulations.” he says, copying what you said. an awkward silence comes between the two of you, in turn, making the two of you laugh out loud. clutching your stomach type of laugh.

“why did you bring it up in the first place?” you question. curious as to why he would need to speak up about his sexual past.

“well, i just wanted to tell you because— i don’t know— when it happened, you were the first one i wanted to tell, and i know it’s too much information but we always talked about stuff like this— like remember when you told me when you got your first period?” he begins to ramble again. a cute habit of his.

you cringe at the mention, but you remember it so well. jungkook was so worried for you, he did all the research he could on menstrual cycles; asked his parents about it, looked online, asked his advisors, and even the doctors that come around the palace for check-ups. with all the advice he got, he showed up in front of your door with a big basket of your favorite sweets, literally every menstrual product ever produced (he wasn’t sure which one you used so he brought all), and other random things like flowers, just to be extra nice. you ended up crying in his arms because of how lovely the gesture was. it showed what kind of person jungkook was. meticulous, caring, and just so sweet.

“you’re right.” the trip down memory lane was delightful, as it always is whenever it comes to him. ��but what… about us?” you asked. the question seemed random, but whenever you travel down memory lane with jungkook, you’re always reminded of the feelings that you had and still do have for jungkook. being on this topic makes you wonder: did he bring this up because he wants to have sex and wants to be transparent about how many partners he’s had?

“what do you mean? what about us?” he asks. his eyebrows are furrowed and you can tell he doesn’t understand.

the question shouldn’t have made you hesitate the way you did, but now you’re trying to find the words to backtrack. “i— um,” your smile fades a little. expecting you and jungkook to jump into a relationship was unrealistic, let alone having sex. “nothing.” you shake your head.

jungkook can somehow read your mind. he probably just picked up on context clues. “if you’re thinking about— you know— us, having sex,” he starts. “we don’t have to do anything of that sort, if you don’t want to.”

the thought is something that’s lingered in your mind for a while. same for jungkook. but neither of you will admit that. so the conversation comes to an awkward halt. you blush. “right! yeah— sure, of course.” you nod. every synonym of ‘okay’ leaves your mouth. it makes jungkook laugh, starting a domino effect and making you laugh. soon enough, the conversation was pushed aside and the two of you focused on whatever movie netflix decided to autoplay. it wasn’t long before the buzz of the tv lulled the two of you to sleep.

“jungkook! save me!” you shout from the doors of his palace, spotting him talking to his father in the foyer. you just ran from your castle to his in hopes to outrun your chaser. jungkook’s head turns at the sound of your voice, your figure coming closer and closer.

“what? what is it?” quickly placing the papers in his hand onto the table, he rushes towards you. his face was riddled with worry as he watched you run towards him.

taking you into his arms, you hold him tightly. “venus won’t stop asking me what color the table cloths for the guests should be— please… spare me, my prince.” you fake sob into his chest.

he lets out a relieved laugh, the stress lifting away when he realized that you were just being bombarded with wedding questions again. “shouldn’t they be white?” he asks.

you look up at him in his embrace, chin against his chest, near his throat. “that’s what i said! then she started asking about the details of the cloth— like if we wanted it to be a certain type of thread, if we wanted a different colored detail woven through it— i just— why does it matter?!”

“it matters because it’s going to be the wedding of the century! now tell me, ___, white with gold detail or—” venus finally finds you after asking the guards where you went. she approaches you hurriedly and tries to shove the samples in your face, but you hide in jungkook’s chest, refusing to look at them.

“the gold detail is beautiful, venus, thank you.” jungkook answers for you. you relax against him once again. venus looks satisfied, putting her cloth samples back into her bag and walking away. with venus finally out of your hair, jungkook rubs your back gently. “wanna stay the night?” jungkook asks in your ear.

“depends.” you act like you think about it. pulling away from his embrace, looking at him with a playful glare. “do they still make those strawberry tarts i used to love?”

jungkook smiles. “i’ll ask them to bake you some right now.”

“deal.” you pinch his cheek. “hello, your majesty!” you greet his dad when you turn around. jungkook moves over to the side and tells one of his assistants to ask the kitchen to make your strawberry tarts.

jungkook’s dad gives you a bright smile. “good evening, princess.” even bowing slightly.

“you know you don’t need to do that, papa, it’s just me.” you smiled, giving him a curtsy back for the courtesy

“yes, yes, i know.” he laughs. “i’m just so glad to see you home.” opening his arms for a hug. which you move for immediately, hugging him tightly.

jungkook’s parents were always amazing to you. never making you feel unwelcome or uncomfortable. “i missed you as well, you and mama jeon always make me feel at home whenever i’m here.” you express your gratitude to him.

he holds one of your hands in his. “it is your second home, ___.”

“thank you,” you grinned. when you look down, his hands are holding an entire stack of papers. it must be something important, you excuse yourself so that they could finish their business. “i’ll see you later, papa! jungkook! i’ll be in your room!”

jungkook only gives you a thumbs up as he takes his place back next to his dad. the two of them watch as you skip your way up the stairs. your figure receding as you make it to his room when jungkook’s dad speaks up once more. “she is something else, son.” patting his back with a light laugh.

jungkook laughs too. a big smile on his face when he says, “in the best way possible.”

“agreed.” he replicates the same smile that’s on his son’s face. “i’m happy for you.”

when he looks down, his father holds out the papers to verify the marriage arrangement for him to sign. your family had already signed and his parents did too, a while ago. jungkook told them that he’ll only sign after you did. then, just after breakfast when the two of you announced your agreement to the arrangement, you signed happily. it’s a little late because jungkook’s been super busy, but now, with excitement in his heart for your future together, he scribbles his signature on the line. “thanks, dad.” he says as he hands the papers back to him.

they settle the rest of their business and finish signing some more papers. after about ten minutes, jungkook is finished with all the reading and signatures. he makes his way to the kitchen and the chefs hand him a platter of strawberry tarts on the cutest serving plate. white with little red hearts that match the strawberries. a detail that jungkook knows you’ll appreciate.

with two waters in his hand and the tarts in the other, he makes his way up the stairs. hilariously, a problem arises when jungkook needs to open the door to his room. he doesn’t wanna put the stuff down and he figures that you probably can’t hear him if he knocks because the volume of the tv is leaking through the door. in the corner of his eye, jungkook can see a guard crossing the hallway. “psst!” he calls out, hoping to get his attention. the guard passes by without a second thought. a few seconds pass and he can hear the guard take a couple steps back.

soon enough, the guard pops his head into the hallway. “everything alright, your highness?” he asks.

“yes, but— do you mind opening the door for me?” he laughs awkwardly. the guard nods and rushes over, turning the knob and sliding the door open. “thanks, man, have a good night.” he smiles at the guard.

“of course— you too, your highness.” he bows before leaving him be.

when he enters the room, you’re nowhere to be seen. the tv is on and playing some scary movie from what he can tell, the background music is eerie and quite frankly creeping him out. he sets down the waters first onto his bedside table and you come out of his bathroom at the perfect time. “there you are.” he sighs. “how are you just going to play a scary movie and then make me come into an empty room?!” he cries.

you roll your eyes playfully. “my apologies, prince, i didn’t hear you come in!” sporting a hoodie and a pair of boxers stolen from jungkook’s closet, you jump into his bed and eye the beautifully plated tarts in his grasp.

jungkook tries not to get distracted by the way you look right now. so cute in his clothes. he wonders if you caught the way that he looked you up and down. when he realizes that you’ve been staring at the tarts, he refocuses and picks up one of the pastries, holding it close to your mouth “your tarts, your majesty.” when you open to take a bite, he snatches it back quickly and takes a bite himself. his face contorted in pleasure, the treat was perfect amounts sweet and sour.

“jungkook,” you deadpanned. your straight face breaks into laughter not even a second later when he holds the bitten pastry back up to your mouth. “you literally ate half of it!”

“then eat the rest of it!” he shoots back with a laugh. you roll your eyes, taking the rest of the pastry into your mouth. in turn, your lips slightly graze against his fingers. it wasn’t helping that your eyes were looking directly into jungkook’s. it was quite obvious that there was some tension here.

neither of you knew how to address moments like this.

most of the time the two of you just act like it never happened. but they’ve just been happening a little too often these days. like that one time you and jungkook almost kissed after he helped you put on a necklace. that time you and jungkook were hiding from blue; he held his hand over your mouth and the other arm tightly around your waist so you wouldn’t move or make a noise. then now, your sex eyes peering directly into his as your lips graze his fingers. yeah… it was a hard thing to talk about.

jungkook is just as confused as you when it comes to whatever the two of you were. just best friends? engaged but friends? dating? no, that wouldn’t be right. jungkook should ask you to be his girlfriend, er— fiancee, right? just because the two of you are arranged to be married doesn’t mean the two of you go from best friends to a pair of lovers just like that, even with requited feelings.

communication wasn’t a hard thing for the two of you. being best friends for twenty years does that to you. fights, the silent treatment, and even that one period of time where you swore that you’d never talk to jungkook ever again; you guys have been through it all.

it’s just that— neither of you really know how to go about it. this conversation was awkward. maybe it’s just not time to talk about it yet, jungkook thought. you were so busy these days. your advisors would pull you away from him before he even got a word in.

then when you two do get the time to spend with each other, the both of you are usually exhausted from the days you’ve had. even though the wedding was an entire year away, there was way more planning than either of you expected. everyone wants it to be perfect. which is nice in hindsight, but it does get annoying sometimes. like how venus was hounding you earlier for the choice of table cloths.

so the two of you just ignore it for now. maybe when it becomes more of a problem, you’ll talk about it with each other. but for now, it’s just something neither of you are ready to face. you chew and swallow the rest of the tart while jungkook moves into the bathroom to get ready for bed. giving the both of you enough time to calm down and gather your thoughts.

when he comes back out, you’ve eaten at least three more strawberry tarts and started a new movie. another scary one. jungkook doesn’t understand how you can watch these kinds of things before you go to sleep, it’s like you’re immune to nightmares or something.

but you weren’t immune to feeling tired. just before jungkook joins you in bed, you let out a yawn before stretching your limbs a little bit.

“tired?” jungkook asks, pulling the comforter over his legs.

you nod, “a little.”

he smiles. “it’s late,” he nods to the clock on his night stand. one in the morning. “sleep, you did a lot of work today.”

“i know,” you groan. “just one more bite.” trying to fit an entire strawberry tart into your mouth was a bad decision. the pastry crumbled into your throat and had you choking for a minute.

jungkook comes to the rescue with your glass of water and a hand rubbing circles against your back. “alright, alright.” he laughs. “no more tarts— go to sleep, princess.”

when you’ve come down from your coughing fit, you nod before you tell him that you’re going to call seungyeon and jimin. “let me just update them about the wedding planning— they’re gonna laugh about everything, i just know it!”

“it’s supposed to be a secret, princess.” jungkook shakes his head, watching as your hands pull out your phone at lightning speed.

“oh… really?” you pause, “i’ve been telling them everything since we’ve started.” jungkook only laughs. he could never be mad at that, why wouldn’t you wanna share something like this with your friends?

“just make sure your advisors don’t find out, okay?” he holds his pinky up for a classic promise, which you reciprocate.

the next fifteen minutes or so, jungkook acts like he isn’t listening to your conversation as he immerses himself into the storyline of this movie, it was interesting but not as interesting as the way you tell them about the wedding. you sound so excited, telling seungyeon that you’re gonna have to go dress shopping soon and that you want her to be there and everything. it makes jungkook smile. it’s more back and forth between the two of you, seungyeon saying of course she’ll be there and you saying that she better because you’re sending a jet to her. it was quite funny.

then seungyeon’s voice rings over the line, updating you about how jimin’s prepping for his big dance recital on saturday and how much they miss you.

you wish you could go to support him. jimin’s been dancing for as long as he’s lived. he’s so passionate about it and you admire him for it. he talked your ear off about how excited he was about this performance. that the crowd is going to be the biggest he’s ever performed for and how scouts will be in the audience. you wished you could go.

the way your voice shakes isn’t something you can hide very well. over the phone it may pass off as a breath you took too long to breathe in, but in person, jungkook can hear the way that your voice gives way to the tears building in your eyes. “tell him i wish him the best of luck.”

“of course,” she answers. “oh! and i was able to take some pictures when we went into the city, you remember all those hole-in-the-wall spots, right? turns out they’re great for photography!”

not long after, you received an email notification. containing the pictures that seungyeon took and they were beautiful. the city's night lights make everything look so cool, like a movie.

you miss the city. you miss your friends.

“they’re gorgeous,” you tell her. scrolling through picture after picture. seungyeon rambles more about a new restaurant they found that she hopes to bring you (and jungkook) to when they have the chance. jungkook could see the way that your energy changed. you’re sad now. he can feel it. he knows you miss the city. the way you slowly scroll through the pictures, longing to be there instead of having to look at a picture of it through a screen.

the gears in his head turn. a plan has already been set into motion for a date between the two of you. yugyeom, taehyung, and eunwoo have all been trying to pitch in, give him ideas as to where to go, what to do. but jungkook thinks he knows exactly what to do. he wanted to do this right.

so that next morning, jungkook makes an important phone call after retrieving the phone number from namjoon.

“hello, jimin? this is jungkook…”

it’s already been a week and a half since you and jungkook agreed to an arranged marriage. you’ve only been able to see him five out of the twelve days. busy was an understatement. venus said there is too much to do and that even a year isn’t enough time to get everything done. it seems like an exaggeration, in your opinion. sure, a wedding was a lot of work, but did you really need to be there to confirm everything?

maybe venus will let you have a break one of these days. you don’t suspect it to be anytime soon. today, you were told to wake up early (six in the morning type of early) and get dressed. no one told you exactly why, but you listened and once you were ready, made your way to the briefing room.

when you push the big doors open, venus eyes you suspiciously. “princess, what are you doing here? we are not wedding planning today.”

you furrow your eyebrows. “then what are we doing?”

“you are going on a plane, something about a political appearance.” she winks. walking your way and weaving her arm through yours to lead you out.

“already? mother said appearances weren’t for another month!” you groaned.

“sorry, princess.” she laughs. “your bags are being packed as we speak, just go freshen up and we’ll meet jungkook and blue at the royal runway.”

“got it.” you assure her. ah, such a good kid. venus thinks. you don’t even question the random political appearance and just accept it at face value. she knows you’ll be surprised. you don’t even suspect a thing!

after maybe ten minutes, you walk with venus down to the runway and meet up with the boys. jungkook seems a little nervous. he’s doing that thing where he shifts his weight on his feet. “you okay?” you ask him.

“yeah! yeah— why wouldn’t i be?” jungkook answers. a smile that’s way too bright is displayed on his face. you suspect it’s just nerves for the speech he’s probably gonna have to do.

“if you’re nervous, just remember i’ll be right there next to you, yeah?” you assure him. gently taking his hand into yours.

jungkook is suddenly reminded why he shouldn’t be so damn nervous. because it’s you. he gets to be with you. to marry you. of course, he wants it to be perfect, that’s why he keeps going over everything in his head, making sure he’s got everything down. but it’s you. his best friend. when he looks at you, his nerves are at ease. that burning feeling in his chest dies down and his throat no longer feels like closing in on itself.

he lets out a breath. “ready?”

you nod, “where are we going anyway? venus never told me.” stepping up into the aircraft and taking your seat, jungkook and blue follow suit.

“i think we’re going to gotia, right, blue?” jungkook answers, turning his head to namjoon. his face directly telling him to go along with it.

“yes, your highness, gotia.” namjoon smiles brightly.

your eyebrows knit together. they’re acting weird again. “alright…” you say, suspicious of them already. “wake me up when we’re there.”

apparently, you were exhausted. you slept through the entire plane ride and it was a fifteen hour plane ride. namjoon said you did this the last time too. only waking up to eat and talk briefly before falling asleep again. it was a great time for namjoon and jungkook to gather blackmail photos for themselves as your sleeping faces are unbeatable. even when you land, you don’t wake up. jungkook isn’t gonna be the one to wake you up, so he gently lifts you up, bridal style. you don’t even bother opening your eyes, you just cuddle into his further. jungkook was always so warm, and so strong. he carries you into a car and lets you continue sleeping there, with your head on his shoulder.

after about twenty minutes of traffic, you finally decide to open your eyes. suddenly conscious of the way that jungkook’s hand is intertwined with yours. you don’t mind, his hand felt nice in yours. with sleep-riddled eyes, you look outside the window to see city infrastructure; which is not very common in gotia. gotia is a green mountain country, known particularly for their abundance of livestock and green grass.

you give them the benefit of doubt, perhaps you guys were just going somewhere in gotia that you’ve never been before. so you ask, “where exactly in gotia are we going?”

jungkook smiles. a very mischievous smile. “you’ll see when we get there, princess, don’t worry.”

hm, suspicious. this time you sit up, the seat belt digging into your belly when you push forward to lean against the front seat. “blue, where are we going?” you ask your trusty body guard.

“i am just following directions, your highness.” he tells you with a tight grin.

you were already suspicious during the plane ride, and now since neither jungkook or namjoon want to tell you where you’re going; you’re starting to put the pieces together. they’re gonna make you play that game where blue drops you and jungkook off in a random location and the two of you have to figure out where to go from there. and from your own experience: it sucks! so you scoff. “you guys are kidnapping me! hand me my phone, i am calling my father.” holding your hand out with your palm facing up. both of them laugh, jungkook places his hand on yours instead of giving you your phone.

“just wait a little longer, princess.” jungkook tells you as he intertwines your fingers together.

another few minutes and you’re still unsure of where you are, the dark tint of the windows is only adding onto the difficulty to spot the exact location. blue stops abruptly and turns to the two of you, “i was told to let you off here.” he says. the street is empty, but somewhat familiar. you weren’t able to get another look before jungkook covered your eyes.

“it’s a surprise, close your eyes.” he says. out of habit, you close your eyes, giving your trust to jungkook. jungkook steps out of the car first and then the door to the left of you opens. you keep your eyes closed and scoot out of the car with jungkooks’ help. he helps you out and onto the ground where he leads you somewhere onto the sidewalk.

“can i open my eyes now?” you ask, still squeezing your eyes shut.

“in a sec,” jungkook promises. bringing you a little further, you can hear him open a door and feel him lead you inside. “you can open your eyes now, we have to go up some stairs first.” he tells you.

when you open your eyes, you’re in a staircase with carpeted floors and metal railings. it looks fancy. the two of you make it up the stairs and you still can’t tell where the hell you are before jungkook tells you to close your eyes again. he opens another door and leads you out, leading you through a curtain you can feel. now you can hear some noise, quiet bickers of a crowd of people. it had to be hundreds of people out there.

you hear jungkook sit down beside you before he speaks up once more, “okay, open.”

scared, you only open your right eye just a peek. from the image, there’s an entire crowd below you. you’re in a theater of some sort. no, wait— it’s not just some theater, it’s the theater. the one that jimin’s performing at! that’s when your eyes shoot open. you’re back in the city, with jungkook by your side, about to watch your best friends’ performance.

“no way.” you spoke quietly, facing jungkook. he only smiles at you, holding your hand in his. “did you really do this for me?” the two of you sat in the highest box seat, jimin called them ‘the rich people seats.’ no one can really see you from here and you had one of the best views; it was perfect.

it was just so thoughtful. he must have noticed how homesick you were feeling, how much you yearned to see your friends again. this is the best gift you could have ever received. you’re not even sure what to say, and jungkook understands. he doesn’t expect any thank you’s or a major display of affection. he’s just happy that you’re happy.

when the lights dim and the music begins to play, you can’t help but feel the tears start to build in your eyes. “thank you, jungkook, so much.” you pull yourself close to him, laying your head on his shoulder.

“of course, princess.” he tells you, wrapping his arm around your waist to pull you in closer. “anything for you.”

with that, a tear falls and the curtains are drawn. revealing jimin standing in position with a beautiful dark forest background, performing his black swan routine. one of his longest and most physically intensive choreography he’s ever made. but it’s so damn gorgeous. he performs flawlessly and receives a standing ovation. you couldn’t have been any happier for him.

during the extended applause, jungkook stands up pulls you along, through another carpeted hallway. “wait— where are we going?” you ask him. his other hand holds a bouquet that literally came out of nowhere. “and where did you get those flowers?!”

“we’re gonna see jimin!” he tells you as he maneuvers through the never ending hallways. “oh, and i hid these— so you could give them to jimin.”

the two of you stop just before another door, you pull him back gently. “what? people are going to see us, jungkook, we aren’t allowed to be outside of the kingdom without proper guards.”

“no one will see us, i promise, jimin will meet us here in this room.” he tells you. the both of you peek through the door window, it was an empty practice room. the door on the other side of the room opens and it’s the cue that it’s safe to come in. “ready?” he asks, holding the flowers out for you to take.

you start crying again, it was immediate. jungkook wipes the tears away quickly, “don’t cry, princess.” he places a sweet kiss on your forehead before he hands you the bouquet and opens the door for you.

then there in the middle of the room stands your best friend. his arms open for a hug and you run into them. crying even harder when you realize that jimin is crying too, you can hear the way he sniffles. “why are you crying?! you did amazing!” you sob.

“because you’re here and everything went perfectly— it’s just overwhelming.” he admits, pulling back from the hug. the two of you laugh at your crying faces.

“congratulations, jimin.” you tell him, holding out the flowers for him.

“thank you, ___.” he accepts them with a smile, wiping his tears and turning his attention to jungkook, who stands at the door as a lookout. “jungkook—! oh crap, wait— should i call him majesty or highness or something?” jimin’s quickly tries to correct himself, asking you for advice.

you can only laugh and shake your head. “you can just call him jungkook.”

“i was called?” jungkook stands just behind you, with a smile on his face.

“yeah, man— come here.” jimin embraces him in a hug and jungkook doesn’t object it.

rubbing his back, jungkook congratulates him as well. “you’re incredibly talented, jimin.” he smiles when he pulls away. “it’s great to finally meet you in person.”

“thank—”

“jimin! it’s curtain call!” a lady barges into the practice room. she stands speechless for a second, her eyes darting straight to jungkook. “wait, is that prince jungkook?!” all of you are wide eyed. jimin’s mouth is silently telling you two to ‘run!’ before you knew it, she was pulling out her phone, trying to take a picture.

jimin is quick to block the camera as he shouts. “go! hurry!” the two of you rush out of the door you came from. you and jungkook bolt back to the car, blue is a little startled when you both jump in, breathless.

“everything alrig—“

“drive!” you demanded.

“shit— alright!” blue complies and steps on the gas, getting you out of the parking spot behind the theater and now onto the streets of the city.

now that everyone’s calmed down. you just realized that you, again, have no idea where you were going. “now where are we off to? it’s about eleven o’clock, right?”

“go with the plan, blue.” jungkook tells him. with the creepy wording, you begin to feel more suspicion around the two of them. what more surprises could there be?

the three of you spent another fifteen or so minutes of driving, and quite frankly you were tired of looking for little landmarks to pinpoint where you were. just as you were about to ask again, blue stops the car and looks at jungkook.

“okay, another surprise— close your eyes.” jungkook says. you can’t help but admit this is kind of fun. sure, you were annoying the hell out of the boys for the past fifteen minutes asking when you were gonna get there and where you were going. but they love you either way.

you keep your eyes squeezed shut as jungkook helps you out of the car and onto another sidewalk. “just a little further.” he says, leading you closer to whatever it was. just before he speaks again, you hear a little jingle. “okay, open.”

when your eyes finally adjust to the city lights, you recognize the building entirely too well. a place that you lived for five years. “is this— are we— no way!” you stutter, purely out of surprise. you were sure that you weren’t going to see this place for at least another decade.

you stand there speechless, just like how you did at jimin’s recital, for a good minute or so. jungkook has to wave his hand in front of your face to break you out of the trance.

“so, are you gonna show me your apartment or not?” jungkook grins, holding up your cutely decorated keychain. you squeal in excitement as he hands you the keys and you drag him into the building. it’s only been about a month and a half since you’ve last seen it, but it feels so nostalgic. it feels special. you suspect it’s because of the man whose hand you’re holding right now.

up the elevator and to the left, the apartment labeled with a silver plated 101 beckons you inside. soon enough, you’re pulling jungkook through the door and giving him a detailed tour of your shoe closet that is right there when you walk in.

as the two of you walk around, it’s cleaner than you remember. venus must have gotten people to tidy the place up after you left. just as you finish the very short tour of your apartment, you remember that you’d left some things from jimin and seungyeon in your room. “make yourself at home, my prince, i’ll just be in my room, collecting some things.” you excuse yourself and let jungkook look around some more.

if jungkook were honest, he would have told you that he got a bit of whiplash from your tour. he was turning every two seconds because you were speaking so fast. you were just so excited, and jungkook couldn’t have been happier. everything was going exactly as planned. the clock was ticking and jungkook did have a schedule to be on, but there was nothing wrong with a little snooping around your apartment. he wanted to see the place that you called home for the past five years.

your couch looks cozy, blankets on one side with decorative pillows to adorn the piece of furniture. your coffee table is cute too. you’ve got good taste. everything just seems so you. so when jungkook turns toward the bookcase you mentioned earlier into your tour. it was crowded with books, photo albums, cd’s, and records. a specific photo album catches his eyes, a cute light blue album. on the spine it was labeled: ‘jjk’ and from what jungkook knows, it must be his initials.

it’s when he opens it is when he confirms. the album is full of pictures of the two of you when you were kids, at every festival, from infant to teens. flipping through the pages, both of your smiles never changed. over the years; in both of your eyes, the certain glimmer of love shines so brightly. he puts it back with a soft smile after he’s flipped through all the pages. another book catches his eyes, your favorite fairy tale story: hansel and gretel. while everyone made fun of your choice of story, jungkook thought it was cool. you were all about safety and stranger danger, therefore making hansel and gretel a good story for kids to read (in your opinion.) you always read it when you needed to make an important decision, you called it a comfort read. it helped you get into the right mindset, think about all the pros and especially the cons of the decision you were about to make.

jungkook was only going to look at it and flip through the pages mindlessly. but when he pulls it out of its place in the bookshelf, two envelopes fall out from between the pages. squatting down, he picks up the fallen pieces of paper and coincidentally, sees his name on one of the letters. the other is blank, just a plain envelope. if it was addressed to him, then it means it was meant for him, therefore, he could read it… right?

jungkook,

if you are reading this, then that means i’ve already left for the city.

first, i wanted to apologize: for everything. for not telling you that i would leave sooner, for leaving you, for not telling you how i felt.

i was scared terrified that i would ruin our friendship if i ever told you, but now, since i don’t know if i’ll ever come back. i need to get this off my chest.

i’ve wanted to tell you this for the longest time.

jeon jungkook, i am in love with you.

i’m sorry this is how you had to find out, i’m sorry i didn’t have the courage to tell you in person.

but i love you, and i think i always will.

i hope you will be happy, whoever you marry. i hope they love you the way you deserve.

i hope to be at your wedding when i hear the news.

i’m sorry again.

sincerely,

___

easily, his eyes gloss over. you’ve loved him all along. he should have known. how could he have not known? thoughts run through his mind at hundreds of miles an hour; what would have happened if you did give this to him when you left. he probably would have gotten on the next plane out and searched the city to find you. probably would have done the exact same thing he did recently, beg you to give the two of you a chance. he shakes his head, sliding the letter back into its envelope. reading the other letters wouldn’t hurt, right?

of course not, he tells himself. he was always so nosy. the blank envelope held multiple pieces of paper. most of them were unfinished confessions to him, smudged black ink with multiple sentences crossed off. from what he can count, you wanted to confess to him at least five times now.

jungkook isn’t sure how he feels, he just knows how in love he is. this feeling of being surrounded by warmth, it’s enough to make a tear slip out. he can’t help but smile either. this is the boost of confidence he needed for tonight. he was so nervous before, that everything would go terribly wrong, but now he’s just so… content, so happy. he wanted to hug you, kiss you, everything. so he puts the envelopes back into the book, places it back into the shelf and makes his way to your room. your body hovers over your vanity, digging through your jewelry box.

“my princess.” jungkook pouts even though you can’t see him. coming from behind, he hugs you tightly and rests his head against yours. he tries to hide the way that his tears began to tear up. you look up from your tangle of necklaces, turning and taking him into your arms.

“are you crying?” the single tear that rolls down his cheek grabs your attention. your hand immediately coming up to wipe it away. “what’s wrong? do you hate my little apartment that much?” you let out a laugh.

he laughs too, shaking his head with a smile. “your little apartment is perfect— i love it actually, i love you.”

“aw,” you mumble against his chest. “i love you too, even though you’re acting super weird.” the two of you stand there, swaying in a hug for a little longer.

“am not.” he rests his chin atop your head.

“whatever you say.” you hum, pulling him towards your prized possession— your queen sized bed. the two of you plop on top, your fluffy comforter proving to be one of the best purchases you have ever made in your entire life. the two of you lay there in silence for a little bit, you almost fall asleep due to how warm jungkook is.

“as much as i would love to cuddle and take a nap in your bed, we’re on a tight schedule— c’mon.” jungkook says as he stands from your bed, pulling you up.

“a schedule?” you quirk an eyebrow. “what else are we gonna do in the city? our faces are plastered all over the internet, not to mention you’re the most-thirsted-after prince in the entire world.” you ask as he tugs you through the hallway and back into the living room.

“can you show me the roof?” jungkook asks. a sly smile on his face, while you’re still completely clueless.

“of course!” you squeal, excited to show him the amazing view of the city the roof of your building has. the two of you exit your apartment and you pull him up another two flights of stairs. “usually it’s kind of dirty, so don’t mind the mess.” you warn before opening the heavy door.

but when you push it open, the roof is…clean. it’s decorated too. it’s not the same as you last saw it. “huh— would you look at that?” jungkook steps out onto the roof first, with his hands on his hips as he looks back at you. “it looks pretty clean— and look! it’s set up for dinner...?” he acts surprised. his eyebrows raised as the two of you walk towards the dinner table. he pulls out the chair for you to sit down and you can’t help but let out a little laugh.

“so this was your plan.” you snort. dinner was in the shape of cups of ice cream. it was adorable. “ice cream for dinner?”

jungkook nods, handing you a tiny spoon for the ice cream. “your favorite.”

he did all of this for me. you realize the effort. he must have gone through meticulous planning and conspiring all of this in secret. he’s good. really good. god, you could kiss him.

the two of you sit there in the ambiance of the late city night, eating ice cream and having a small conversation. whenever the conversation paused, you could hear some music playing quietly in the back.

jungkook really did deserve the mantle of prince charming. king of romance. ruler of your heart.

“do you hear that?” jungkook asks, holding a hand out next to his ear. a familiar tune playing from wherever the music was. standing up, he extends his grasp for you to take. “a dance, princess?”

“you know i have two left feet.” you try to decline him, remembering how taehyung teased you about the way that you tripped over his feet when the two of you danced at your welcome home party. but jungkook doesn’t mind. he loves dancing with you, always has. he loves the way that your feet crash into his, how focused you get when you try not to get the moves wrong. he wanted to waltz with you everywhere, even if you stood on his feet the entire time.

“just follow me, alright?” he smiles. giving in, you take his hand and the two of you make your way to the middle of the rooftop. the night sky bearing witness to one of the most romantic things you’ve ever received. you feel his hand wrap around your waist, guiding you to step where he does.

“sparks, huh?” you smile, finally putting a title on the song playing. “kind of a sad song to dance to.” following his moves, dancing does seem a little easier with jungkook there.

“i thought it was perfect.” he states, leading you in for a twirl and then back into his arms. “it explains exactly how i feel about you.

“yeah?” you look up to him. even in this faint lighting, the abandoned flickering light bulbs that hang from strings all across the rooftop from an old tenant party, he still shines so bright.

he nods. the two of you silently sway for another few beats of the song. you lay your head against his chest, the beat of his heart is as calming as the music in the back. maybe if you just leave your eyes closed, this moment could last forever.

meanwhile, jungkook is trying to amp himself up to get these words out. another confession and an important question sits heavy on his tongue. he knows you feel the same, knows that you’ll accept, but he’s still so nervous. what if you don’t say yes and he’s left there with his knee against the rough concrete floor? what if this was just too cheesy for you and you hate it?

jungkook tells himself there’s only one way to find out.

“i— can i tell you something?” he asks. you lift your head away and look in his eyes, they greet you with that sweet eye smile that hasn’t changed in all the days you’ve known him.

“of course.” you pull yourself back, holding his hands.  

“when you were gone...i was always afraid that i was romanticizing you— i had nothing but our memories and the small talks we would have sometimes through our parents,” he admits. “i was scared that i was in love with the idea of you, and not… you— you know?”

his confession makes you stop in your tracks, clear disbelief on your face as you drop his hands from your grasp. “what?! jungkook— why are you telling me this now?” you groan, folding your arms over your chest. you move to grab your phone to find a way to reverse this. “you know what— it’s not too late to cancel the engagement and call up the king of fenutar— i’m sure they’ll forgive you— yeah, let’s give them a call—”

he pulls you back gently, “princess, relax.” he laughs. “i was just getting started.”

your gaze softens, letting him finish his point as he restarts the sway. your feet move with his, slowly to the beat of the song playing in the back. it’s changed to something calmer, from what you could hear, it sounds like cigarettes after sex.

“this past month, ever since you came back—” he starts up once more. you attention falling back onto him instead of the music in the back. “i don’t know what it is, but i think i was wrong.” he says. you gently furrow your eyebrows. confused as to what he means. jungkook brings his hand up to your face, cupping your jaw before raising his thumb to soothe the creases in your forehead.

relaxing your muscles under his touch, he lowers his hands back down to hold your hands. he says the next words, staring straight into your eyes. “i love you, i always want to be around you, i wonder if you are alright— if you’re sad, because i want to be there for you, i want to take care of you.” your hands are pulled close to him, enough for him to be able to gently press a kiss against your knuckles. “i want to be by your side, against foes seen and unseen.”

“so—“ he lets go of your hand to pull a tiny white box out from his pocket and gets on one knee. “will you marry me?”

the rough ground against his clothed knee doesn’t matter anymore when he sees the sweetest smile on your face. everything is perfect.

you let out a little laugh, your smile going from ear to ear. “yes! of course— yes, yes!” tears collect in your eyes quickly. holding your arms out for him, jungkook comes up and collects your embrace. a tear slips out and he can hear your sniffle. gently, he wipes the tear away, and the two of you stare at each other just long enough. long enough to understand that this was the time.

you both lean forward and finally, let your lips connect. a kiss seals the fate of both hearts involved.

dreaming of this moment ever since you were fifteen has given you quite high expectations for it, but jungkook always exceeds expectations. even when you think he couldn’t be anymore perfect, he always has something up his sleeve. it shows in the way his kiss is gentle, but so passionate. transferring his love to you in the most efficient way possible.

jungkook is in dreamland almost. wonders if this is what being on drugs is like. pure euphoria. knows that this is what love stories are based off of. pure adoration. fears what he’ll do if he won’t be able to kiss you. the beginning of an addiction. your lips, they take him prisoner.

slowly, the two of you pull away and stare at each other like love sick puppies. jungkook holds your face in his hand as you lean into his grasp. the sound of confetti poppers startle you, flinching at the noise before looking to see what happened. through the rain of confetti, you can see all of them. seungyeon, jimin, blue, taehyung, eunwoo, and yugyeom. you didn’t think it could get any better. you were so happy.

“congratulations, your majesties.” blue moves forward after the confetti settles and hands the two of you a purple rose. the national flower of raemor and it was a common tradition to give engaged couples raemors for good luck all throughout their relationship and marriage. you thank blue with a hug and so does jungkook. jimin and seungyeon also congratulate you, seungyeon pulls out her camera and shows you the pictures she took while she was hidden with everyone behind the huge skylights.

eunwoo takes hold of your hand gently, raising the ring up for everyone to see. jimin and seungyeon also come close to get a better look, holding your arm still. “that rock is adorable, jungkook.” he pats him on the back. making slight fun of the stones size. everyone in the kingdom was used to huge gems, rings that would weigh down the finger of the wearer. you give eunwoo a light shove.

the ring was your style. it was actually really thoughtful too. there were conversations where you and jungkook would gossip about the adults sometimes, you knew everything back then. who was cheating on who, whose wives knew about the mistress, whose husbands knew about the paramour. then most of the time, they would solve it through money. buying bigger, more expensive material things to woo them, to make them forget the betrayals. you hated it. you specifically remember telling jungkook that you’d rather have a small ring and a great love, instead of a big ring and a loveless marriage.

so when you stare at the pretty gem laid on your ring finger, you realize it’s just more evidence that jungkook listens, and he takes your words into account. you couldn’t have been happier with the piece of jewelry. “i think it’s beautiful.” you pout in defense of the ring.

“it’s a red diamond.” namjoon tells them. “one of the rarest diamonds in the world.”

“how much is it?” yugyeom peers at the ring as well, he likes the way it sparkles even without the light.

“it doesn’t matter!” you groan, looking at jungkook for some help as four different people have your hand in their grasp.

“the diamond itself is roughly about five million— the rest of the ring, i can’t say.” namjoon shrugs nonchalantly.

jimin and seungyeon gasp at the same time, same pitch. both yugyeom and eunwoo’s eyes almost bulge out of their sockets. “sorry man— i thought it was a ruby.” eunwoo scratches the back of his head. jungkook only laughs at the conversation, not taking any of it to heart, along with taehyung (and chaeyoung!) who helped him customize the ring in the first place.

“five million?! are you serious?” you turn to him, about to scold him for wasting his money. just for an engagement ring too?!

he catches your hand before you can shove him like you did eunwoo. he brings it to his mouth, kissing your ring finger gently. before coming close to your ear, he whispers, “it’s worth way more than five million.”

“jungkook!”

taglist: @kookxin @fan-ati--c

[idance2silence]

Hey RWBY friends

Is there a ship for Ruby, Oscar, and Whitley (and also Penny?)?

I feel like Ruby, Oscar, Penny is pretty common combo of solidarity but I feel like Whitley should be in this corner of the fandom more idk. Smol children with angst. I feel like he fits. Is there a thing with trio or even the four of them? I feel like they'd make the most terrifying team of munckins.

Some thoughts for your consideration:

I feel like the 4 of them would live in a castle together and each of them would claim an area. Or maybe just a really run down mansion away from people. I think they're all pretty famous in cannon and would want space.

Ruby would absolutely build a weapons room and so the place looks Medieval by hanging various weapons on the wall all over the house instead of paintings

Oscar absolutely builds a garden with like the vine arches and it's like a scary maze but there's also a section with a fountain that he repairs. He buys ones of those lawn mowers you can sit on and ride since he misses having a tractor

Penny builds a fancy sound system and they blast the house with metal and rock music (a reason Oscar hides outside sometimes)

Whitley has a bunch of things he inherited that are heirlooms so it only makes the place look more ancient. He takes care of the library and fills ballrooms with ridiculously fancy pianos.

Oscar loves the old vibes it gives the place since some part of his soul is at rest in a place that feels like a haunted house. Haunted house filled with love

They throw ragers on Halloween like it's a haunted house and Ruby is the center of attention by being the evil queen of the galla

They camp in the backyard on nice nights

They watch movies together. Ruby and Penny always end up carrying Oscar and Whitley to bed since they fall asleep first

They hold a fashion show every year but unlike normal shows everyone is required to wear white (and a white mask, like those full face masks not just mouth or eyes). At the end of the runway they drop colored paint powders on you and so it's like live tie dye. They televise the event because they have *wealth* and I just think it's fun

They live by the woods so they can hunt grim together for sport because why not

They all have nightmares so there's a lot of middle of the night hot chocolate parties

Idk just 4 besties living their best lives

I think they all have incredible matchinf rings. It looks like a dragon wrapped around their finger. Each ring has a different gem as the eye and they take turns but they each have a favorite

None of them are really into romance or sex but they all love each other to pieces.

Sometimes they will go behind each other's backs and 3 of them will create a performance to put on for the fourth person.

Oscar is usually the one left to watch and he loves it. Even though he needs the most quiet time out of them they still think about him while giving him space and he appreciates them for it

Whitley becomes obsessed with making Muffins and Oscar is relentless about finding new bizzare recipes to keep things interesting. Penny loves to try new things. Ruby would much rather stick with chocolate Muffins but she finds it amusing to try the ridiculous flavors.

Sometimes Penny goes on the roof to stargaze and they all panic that they've lost her

They hold weekly video game tournaments and it's never dull

Oscar and Penny wake up first and lovingly greet the others with bad jokes about how late they sleep in.

Now I want to write a fic of all of this except the place is haunted because all 4 of them are ghosts and they've lived at home so long there's no reason for them to know they're dead. It doesn't make sense but it doesn't matter. Kids show up to the house in excitement to visit a haunted house and get scared and the 4 of them don't mind because guests are here have good manners. The kids bring gifts as offerings to the spirits and the ghosts have no idea. I think it's fun

It's fun to headcannon this. I see why people do this so often. Fantastic. Anyway, is there a thing for this? If there isnt I think that should change. They all go together so well. Maybe I just need more Whitley content lol

[haikyuu-sickfics]

Can you do one where Y/N is really sick and kuroo and Bokuto take care of Y/N but Y/n doesn’t want them to know? If you can ☺️✨ and I love you work bye❤️

Throbbing pain pounded against Y/n's head in unison with the blaring pitch of the alarm on the side of their bed. Pressure pressed gently against their sinuses, hinting towards the runny nose which is sure to come. A small itch persisted up and down their throat, threatening to develop into a coughing fit with each breath.

All instincts told Y/n to take a day off- it was a weekend and there were no Nekoma manager duties which needed to be get done promptly, perfect day to sit back and watch a couple movies. Except, they had plans. Months ago, Tetsurou, Koutarou, Yukie and Y/n and had discussed this day in hopes of having a bonding day with the captains and third year managers. It was an annual occurance for the four to all have the day off, there was no way Y/n was going to let a little cold get in their way.

Rubbing their eyes with a groan, they pulled themselves upright against vertigo. They sat with their legs over the edge- rooted to the floor for a moment, slamming the alarm until the incessant beeping ceased. Rubbing the sleep from their sore eyes, they fumbled their hand on the nightstand in search of their phone.

Various texts lit up on the screen, revealing Yukie's inability to show up to their agreed meeting and the two aces grand disappointment at such news.

There was no way Y/n could call out now. The boys wouldn't be able to handle such disappointment.

Groaning once more, considerably more exaggerated this time, Y/n pulled themselves to their feet, stumbling down the hall to the nearest bathroom. The wall held them up more than their legs did.

Looking into the mirror, they weren't too surprised at the sight which greeted them. Disappointing? Yes. But when feeling so awful, it wasn't expected to look like a runway ready model.

Though, the dark circles around their eyes did kinda look like some cool grungy makeup. Maybe they could pull off this look... Or maybe that was the fever talking.

Not that they had a fever, or so they didn't think so. Their motto was 'if there aint proof, it aint there.' So until someone shoved a thermometer into their mouth and showed them the high numbers, they were completely fine.

A coughing fit forced its way of of their body, ricocheting around their chest as their body's way of saying 'what type of logic is that you expired carton of single serving size 2% milk.'

Turning on the faucet and cupping their unsteady hands under the stream and splashing their face. Closing their eyes, Y/n rubbed the cool water over their scalp. Dabbing their face with a towel resting on a rack behind them, they took special care in rubbing the sleep from their eyes.

Satisfied with the dryness of their face, they set off with the beginning of their routine.

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The air was cold.

So very cold.

Y/n's knees shook as they walked to the meeting place, nearly collapsing from the relief of the familiar park table. Quickening their pace, they slid to a sitting position, folding their hands on the dewy table and keeping an eye out for her peers.

The pair of players were known for being late, though. Y/n didn't know how long they could keep their heavy head up. So they decided to rest it on their hands. Just to get a little energy. And hey. While they were at it, may as well close their eyes. It's not like they'll fall asleep or anything. They were good at staying aware with their eyes closed. That was for sure. They had remembered whole lectures while their eyes were resting. This will be no different.

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"Are they okay?" Tetsurou asked as he approached the table where his two friends sat.

Koutarou shrugged, "they were like this when I got here, I poked their shoulder but they kinda growled at me. I don't know, it was scary. So I just waited here for you."

Testurou walked over to Y/n, crouching down next to them, examining their face. Heat radiated off of their sleeping face, causing his eyebrows to rise.

"Hey bro," he spoke quietly, "I think they're sick."

"No way dude, Y/n like never gets sick."

"There's a first time for everything, I guess."

He shook Y/n's shoulder gently, ignoring their sleepy complaints.

"C'mon you gotta get up, unless you want us to carry you home."

Y/n's eyes blinked open.

"It's about time you got here, I almost fell asleep in the time it took you to arrive," Y/n slurred, their voice gravelly.

"Yup came real close to falling asleep there. Say, why don't we go to your house?" Tetsurou offered, scooping his hands under their shoulders.

They laughed drowsily, "why are you tickling me? And why go home? Home is for like. Homers... Homies."

Koutarou spoke up, placing his hand over Y/n's, "Aren't we homies though?"

"Ohh yea! That's right. Let's go homies home!" Y/n began to push themselves up, not realizing the majority of their strength came from Testurous firm hands.

"I'll lead the way," they offered, tripping over their own feet as they stepped ahead.

"Mayyyybe that's not such a good idea when you're sick," Tetsurou argued, him and Koutarou taking hold of Y/n's arm.

"What do you mean sick? Are you insulting me?"

"Okay, okay! You're not sick. Be my guest, walk on your own," Tetsurou released his hold, nodding towards Koutarou to do the same.

Brushing off their shoulders Y/n began walking once more.

"You sure we should let them go ahead like that?" Koutarou whispered, anxiously eyeing Y/n's shaky footwork.

"Three. Two," Tetsurou stepped behind Y/n, "One."

Right on queue, Y/n collapsed into his arms.

"Now help me out. We sure hurry to their house before someone thinks we're kidnappers."

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Warmth surrounded Y/n as their eyes fluttered open. A bright light flooded their vision Why was it warm all of a sudden? Weren't they at the park? Did they sleep through the whole morning?

No, that wasn't the sun. That was an artificial light. And they weren't laying on a bench, it was too soft for that.

"Good morning sleepyhead!" A familiar voice sang.

Y/n shot up, nausea induced vertigo sending them blinking to regain composer.

"Koubo? What are you doing here?" They asked, planting a firm hand on the side of their head.

"It's a really funny story, but there's time for that later. Here, have some soup."

He sat down at the edge of Y/n's bed, tucking a steaming bowl of soup under their chin before bringing a spoonful up to their mouth.

Y/n let their mouth open, mostly out of confusion.

The soup was sweet, but also a bit savory. Surprisingly good considering the chef. Assuming Koutarou was the chef. Who else would be?

"Oh! You're up," Testurou exclaimed, entering the room with a 'Kiss the Chef' apron on.

Y/n practically spat out their soup.

"You're both here?" They choked out, "what happened?"

"What happened was someone doesn't know when to take a sick day," Tetsurou informed, taking seat at the foot of the bed.

Y/n shook their head, "I don't know what you guys are saying."

"YOU. ARE. SICK." Koutarou enunciated clearly.

"Oh."

"Want some tea?"

"I just wanna sleep."

"Okay we can go," Koutarou began to stand.

Y/n grabbed his arm.

"Stay."

[chemist-ana]

Book: Queen B

Title: My Feral Mind

Characters: Bea Hughes, Zoey Wade, Poppy Min-Sinclair… maybe more...

Rating: M, adult language, implied violence,

Word Count: 2,000 this was tough

Song Inspo: Freak Show by Sub Urban

A/N: This is my first journey into writing a scary story so hello Creepy Campfire Tales 2021. This story takes place sometime during book 1 of Queen B. Thank you to @txemrn for prereading!

“Zo, can't I just sit here and stuff my face with these Amedi Toscano Black Truffles and drown in a bottle of Dom? I hate Halloween.”

Her eyes roll so hard I think she might have pulled a muscle. “You know as well as I do that holy chocolate and delicious champagne will be here tomorrow. This party is grade A, not-to-be-missed. Everyone will be there. Literally… everyone.” She raises her eyebrows suggestively.

“Blah blah blah, the Zetas throw the best parties and we’re going to get trashed,” I say sarcastically in a weak attempt to show my displeasure.

“That’s not all babe.”

I raise one perfectly shaped brow at her. Her face lights up like the runway at an Armani show as she jumps up on my bed. “Every year during the Zeta Halloween Bash shit gets really weird around campus. Like spooky weird.”

I purse my lips skeptically. “What are we in high school now? Weird how?”

“Remember when I mentioned Persephone Dalton to you?” Her expression changed, as a shadow suddenly settled on her face. She starts fidgeting with a loose thread on her jeans.

“Uh… yeah… you were super dodgy.” I lean back, suddenly uncomfortable.

“Well this is the night she went missing… the cops still don’t know what happened.” She gets a faraway look in her eyes as she stares at the darkness outside. “Something really big always happens at this party, and if you aren’t there, it’s basically social suicide.”

“What do you mean… went missing?”

“Like poof.” She looks back at me and explodes her hands dramatically. “Just gone…”

“You aren’t making a very convincing argument here Zo.” I cross my arms.

Like a switch flipping, she’s smiling again. “Perse was nuts… like certifiable, so she probably ran away and is drinking Mai-tais on the beach in Mexico. C'mon Bea. We have to go. Please?”

She gives me her best puppy dog eyes. I’m weak.

“Fine, but I reserve the right to leave whenever I want.”

“Yeees!” She claps her hands with excitement. “You won’t regret this.”

We walk the trail through campus. The pounding music flooding the grounds around Zeta House indicates the celebrations are already well underway by the time we reach the steps. There’s no need to knock on the door… it’s already open to the cold night air like some toothless monster leading to the pits of hell.

Every single student at Belvoire looks like they are here, dressed in all kinds of weird and slutty costumes. Zoey grabs my hand and pulls me straight to the kitchen, the counter is overcrowded with bottles of liquor and bowls full of food. Not the chips and salsa kind of food you’d expect at most college parties. No, there are Halloween theme crab cakes and vol-au-vents, deviled eggs, and fancy-looking pastries. A cold martini glass with what looks like floating eyeballs magically appears in my hand.

“You're gonna need that,” Zoey says loudly over the roar of the party. We pin ourselves to the wall and watch as the madness surrounds us, Belvoire students all jostling and shoving at one another. I can’t figure out where they’re going until I see Poppy standing halfway up the stairs. She’s dressed in a black leather bodysuit, holding a gold geometric-looking wolf mask in her hands. Behind her is Veronica and Chloe, dressed similarly with matching masks except in silver.

“Welcome to our freak show, Belvoire. The moment you’ve all been waiting for has arrived!” Veronica calls out with uncharacteristic fervor. ”May we present to you, the Master Of The Hunt!” A deafening cheer breaks out as everyone in the foyer loses their minds.

Poppy claps her hands once and everyone magically shuts up. “As Queen and Master Of The Hunt, I call the shots tonight. And as always, we have a Zeta House game that will either elevate your social standing for the rest of the academic year or leave you all in the gutter. In the forest surrounding Belvoire, there are a series of gold flags like this one.” She pulls a length of gold material from between her perky tits, holding it up in the air. “There are a hundred of them hidden within a two-mile radius. Collect as many of them as you can and bring them back here. The person who manages to bring back the most flags wins a coveted position in either the Zeta House or the Alpha House.” She gestures to Liam who is watching her like a desperate puppy. “You have until three a.m.,” Poppy shouts as murmurs flood through the crowd. “Until then, happy hunting. And be warned. There will be wolves out, hunting down their prey.”

I watch her eyes flash with a murderous gleam as she somehow picks me out of the crowd and pulls her creepy wolf mask over her face.

Nope.

“I’m out.”

“Oh stop it, Bea, what’s up with you tonight anyway?”

I flash her a quick glare. She doesn’t need to know that Ian hasn’t replied to any of my texts or even cast me a sideways glance all week. Prick.

“Look Zo, I’m not interested in playing some ridiculous game that Poppy concocted.” I lift the drink to my lips, draining the martini before setting the empty glass down.

“How good would it feel to win and see Poppy’s face when she has to invite you into Zeta?”

I see vindication in her eyes. She has a valid argument.

“Ugh, fine.”

The night air is cool and crisp. The trees rustle, whispering amongst themselves as we skirt along the edge of the forest. I can hear yelling in all directions around us as other people attempt to find flags. My imagination is running wild… mostly lingering on Persephone Dalton.

“Is this what happened the night Persephone disappeared? She was trying to join in whatever dumb game the Zetas were playing?” My voice breaks the silence.

Zoey nods, “Yes.”

“Something tells me you know more than you are letting on…” I look over, she remains silent, chewing abusively on her bottom lip. We continue walking and eventually come across a small clearing in the trees and I wheel on her. “What are you not telling me?”

She lifts her eyes.

“Don’t you dare tell me it’s nothing.”

She huffs out a sigh. “Look. I’m sorry that I didn’t tell you everything, okay. I love you, Bea. I care about you, and everything that happened with Perse was such a mess. I didn’t want your experience of Belvoire to be as fucked up as ours, okay?”

“Uh, news flash Zoey, it’s a fucking madhouse here and I’m in the middle of it.”

Her forehead creases in worry. “The last All-Hallows party was weird. I knew something was up the moment I walked through the door. Everyone was more reserved than usual. I asked Veronica what was going on, and—”

A loud crack interrupted her. Both of us lock up and another sound comes a second later followed by another… and another. A figure emerges from the trees, dressed in a black leather bodysuit and a gold geometric wolf mask.

“Go on, Zoey,” A female voice sang from beneath the mask. “I wouldn’t want to interrupt storytime.”

“Poppy leave us alone. I don’t want to play your stupid game. I just want to go home.”

I step to the right and she mirrors my movement, tilting her masked head to the side.

“Bea?” Zoey says.

“Poppy, get the fuck out of the way.” I try to move to the left this time and she’s right there in front of me again.

“Bea… I don’t think that’s Poppy.” Zoey grabs my hand and yanks me back next to her.

I frown.

“Who…?”

“We kept your secret, okay,” Zoey hisses. “We kept our mouths shut. You swore you wouldn’t do this again.”

The woman in the mask slowly shakes her head. “I hate breaking promises, Zoey. I thought I’d be over it by now, but…” She reaches up, tugging on the mask, slowly drawing it off. “I just can’t stop loving him. It’s an obsession, I know. I thought I could handle him caring about someone new but it’s impossible. I hate her just as much as I hated the last one.”

Lexi Montgomery?

What. The. Fuck.

The spiteful twist on her features makes a shiver run down my spine. “Who?” I manage to ask.

Her top lip curls in disgust. “Ian Kingsley, ooh, did he not tell you?”

“Tell me what?”

“That he and I were together for a time. A short time, sure. He and I, we’re kindred souls. We’re supposed to fucking be together. But you know him. He’s stubborn. Sometimes he won’t admit something unless it’s on his schedule. And so last year, when Ms. Dalton tried to sink her pretty pink claws into him, I had to do something about her too.”

“I’m sorry but a creature as sick as you should be put down.”

“Don’t, Bea.”

Lexi shakes her head violently, pressing the heel of her hand into her forehead, which is when I see the massive knife she is clutching in her hand. All of the air escapes my lungs. She lunges forward, suddenly pointing the knife directly at my throat. Zoey jumps and screams but I don’t flinch. I know better.

“I never thought a guy like Ian would go for a girl like me. But the way he looks at me sometimes…” I sigh dreamily, wondering if I am pushing too far. “We’re gonna be together when I graduate. It’s gonna be amazing. We’ll—”

“Keep your slut mouth closed, Bea. Unless you wanna end up bleeding out in the dirt right here.” Her eyes flashed something crazy.

This bitch is for real.

“He will never care about you. He needs more than some farm girl to make him happy.”

“That’s where you are wrong, Lex.”

I almost collapse when I hear his voice, deep and unwavering. Ian emerges from the tree line next to me and his eyes widen when he sees me, his eyes full of terror.

“Well, well, well look who it is! We were just talking about you. We seem to have a reoccurring problem, when are you going to realize it’s you and me forever?” Lexi’s attempt at a purr almost makes me vomit.

“What happened to Persephone, Lex?” Ian holds up his hands defensively as he approaches her slowly.

“Isn’t it obvious my love? She was in the way, so I took care of her.”

“I guess she isn’t in Mexico after all…” Zoey whispers.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” A look of disgust creeps onto Ian’s face.

Her bottom lip starts to wobble, the way a child’s mouth does when they’ve just hurt themselves and they don’t know if they should cry or not. “You don’t need to talk to me like that. I’m just trying to do what’s best for us. How are we supposed to be together when you keep getting distracted by these whores?”

“You are not in your right mind, you need help,” Ian whispers.

“You can help me right now, you can take care of Zoey and I will take care of Bea.” She sounds so desperate, it’s actually sad.

Ian takes another step closer to Lexi, her eyes softening as his face glows in the moonlight.

“Give me the knife.” He gestures with his hand.

I see an opportunity, she’s distracted, my eyes flash down to the ground and I see a rock. My eyes dart to Lexi and Ian as her attention is still fixed on him.

“Please, Lexi. Let’s talk about this.”

Now or never Bea.

I bend down, wrapping my shaking fingers around the rock, and before I even realize what I’m doing, I’m yelling like a madman, using all of my strength and momentum to deal Lexi a blow to the head. She crumbles to the dirt.

My knees weaken and give way as I fall to the forest floor, relief tearing through my body. Ian’s arms find me as he pulls me to his chest.

“Bea. Are you alright?”

“You and Persephone!?”

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