#fidget rings help me so much with just everything ngl

[thecustomcosplayed]

When The Sun Sets

After Sausage (unintentionally) calls on the help of witch Shelby, they meet up at Dawn. notes: oh dear god procrastination actually sucks im so sorry for not posting this part for so long but its here finally thank god. anyways, this part is in Shubble’s POV! There’s a lot of extra bits and rambling, because its.. well, it’s Shubble (no offense to Shubble). Also, me self-projecting onto Shubble with a lot of the rambling and some of the ways I deal with my ADHD stuff. linebreaklinebreaklinebreaklinebreaklinebreaklinebreaklinebreaklin Shelby stared at her communicator for a few seconds, as the reality of what she had just said she was going to do hit her. “Ohhh nooo.. oh boy! Oh boy, this isn’t good, why did I think this was a good idea, this was not at all a good idea, why’d I tell Sausage I’d help him kill the Warden, Tordus?!” The witch slightly rambled, looking down at her pale grayish toad, Tordus. Said toad croaked in response, which she huffed at. “I know, it’s my fault, he didn’t technically wanna kill the Warden, but if I do this, maybe the others will see what a great witch I am!” She responded, well, not like she understood the toad, but paused for a moment. “I... am a great witch. Yeah, totally! I-I just... wasn’t in the right conditions. Yeah! Those classrooms were way too stuffy anyways,” the golden eyed witch said, nodding, though it probably wasn’t a good thing that she had to re-affirm that she was a good witch to herself. She turned, quickly grabbing 2 very well enchanted bows from the near-by barrel (which was in the wall). She turned towards the door, glancing back at Tordus as noticing the look the toad was giving her. Sympathy? Pity? She was never very good with emotions. “Don’t look at me like that,” the witch started, waving a bow in his direction. “I’m doing what’s best for m- for the Empire’s!” She said, before quickly leaving and closing the door. She huffed quietly. What did that toad know anyway? The witch headed towards her shop, where she kept spare potions and her magic books, not bothering with the mud or how foggy the Evermore was. She was used to it (well, mostly, the mud could be really annoying something).

She opened the door to the purple mushroom shop.. building? She wasn’t too sure what she should call it. Anyways, she headed quickly up to the 2nd part (floor?) of the mushroom, grabbing some potions and putting them in a shulker box. Said potions, in order, were;

3 splash potions of weakness.

3 splash potions of slowness.

6 potions of regeneration.

4 potions of instant health (those sold quick, she was already low on stock).

And, finally, 6 potions of speed.

She ran those over in her head, nodding. The splash potions would be for the Warden, the others for her and Sausage. She paused for a moment, before grabbing a single fire resistance and drowsiness potion, and adding them both to the shulker.

Now, she checked the bows. Infinity, Power V, Unbreaking III, Flame, and Punch II. On both of them. Good, she thought, nodding again. The only problem might be the Warden’s sonic boom, but that’d come later. Now, she needed to grab her shield and head over to Dawn. Oh, and her magic book! She would need to make sure she knew what the wisps were as well.

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Shelby huffed as she made it to Dawn, finally. She had horribly underestimated how long it would take, because she had no wings yet (not yet, atleast, she really hoped she’d get some soon), and she had no magic broom to fly on (but that was totally cliché, witches did not fly on brooms). She ran up Sausage, who had watched her approach, before stumbling slightly to a stop, and putting her hands on her knees as she caught her breath. She was not too horribly unathletic (believe it or not), but that was still a long run, and definitely got her out of breath

“Are you okay, Shelby?” She heard Sausage ask from above, but it didn’t really click that he had had asked a question he probably wanted her to answer, so she sat breathing heavily for about another minute, still catching her breath.

“Shelby?” This time, it clicked. “I- yeah... just... give me.. a second..” she trailed off, her breathing slowly returning to normal. She looked up to see Sausage handing her a flash- with what she could only assume to be water in it- to her, his eyes showing concern for the witch’s well-being. “You look like your gonna pass out, drink,” he offered, slightly motioning with the flask. She took it, nodding in thanks as she took a sip (yes, it was water). He spoke up after she had finished and handed it back to him. “Did you run, all the way here? From the Evermore?” “Ahaha, maybe? I didn’t really mean to, but I started off jogging, and then I realized I was taking a while, and you were waiting, so I started to run faster and I-” she was cut off slightly by a sigh coming from Sausage. Whether from her ramblings or what she had actually said, she didn’t know. She’d had one from both before. Her mind started reeling slightly as she spun a fidget ring on her thumb. “Sorry..” “It’s alright,” Sausage started. “I’m just worried about you right now, I mean, that was a long run. And the fact that you told me were gonna kill the Warden. And Gem, but more the Warden part.” She winced slightly, before nodding slowly.” Right, yeah, I did say that. Uhm, I mean, I have all the right things, I think. If we’re skilled enough we should be able to do this easily, right?” She tried to stay optimistic, and she took out a shulker box from her inventory, along with the two bows. She also took her book out. Sausage nodded, and the witch watched as he opened the box and looked at it. “We’re going to kill the Warden...” he paused, reaching in and taking out one of the regeneration potions. “With regen potions?” Shelby blinked, before she realized what he meant. “Oh! No, of course not, what silly goose would do that? We’ll use those for ourselves, along with the speed and health. We’re gonna kill him with the splash potions, and these,” she instinctively threw one of the bows at him, which he managed to catch, but not before dropping the regeneration potion, which she somehow managed to reach out and catch. How? She had no idea.

She watched his eyes widen as she presumably read the enchantments on the bow, putting the regeneration potion back and gently closing the box. “Wow, Shelby! How- where? When did you have time to enchant a bow like this? This must’ve taken quite a bit of levels.” “It did, but I did it! And I made two!” She triumphantly held the second bow up, grinning. She was basically vibrating with excitement. “Admittedly, it didn’t take too horribly long, it took like a day for each bow, with my blaze farm, it was mostly getting the books, but I got it done, and I brought my book so we can what the wisps are! Probably after, though.” The witch looked proud, before she paused. “Wait, where’s the City anyways?” Sausage looked up, still admiring the bow. “Oh, we could probably dig down right now and you’d fall into it, but there is actually an entrance so we don’t fall to our deaths.” Shelby nodded, yeah, not dying sounded great. Sure, there were infinite respawns in this world, but it took a lot out of you, and you still felt the pain of the death anyways. It was also incredibly taxing on your body, she had found that out very quickly (dang those blazes, am I right?). She quickly picked up the shulker box. “Welp, lead the way then Sausage! Let’s kill this Warden.” End part 3. end notes: WHOOO! god, this chapter took so long. i even planned the make it longer and have them kill the warden in this part, but i didn’t and posted this as a shorter version of what i did. part 4 will be them killing the warden probably, and there will probably also be a part 5! just.. gonna take a while, haha..

[cactus-stories]

hi!! i hope youre having a nice day! i saw you write for obey me and i was wondering if youd be able to do (sfw and/or nsfw) hcs for the bros w an s/o who has a thing for hands/hand-holding?? like loves seeing their hands, LIVES for holding both hands when things get steamy (no matter who's on top), stuff like that? tysm!!

Let's just say I was waiting for something like this 👀👀

I have a BIG thing for hands ngl ALSO I'M SO SORRY FOR THE DELAY LMAO

Brothers x GN!MC || TW: none

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LUCIFER:

Lucifer doesn't notice at first, after all, he's almost always wearing gloves. It takes a while for you to catch him with the gloves off, but you get a glimpse of them while he's on cooking duty and asks for your help.

His hands are soft, with long slender fingers, he has a few prominent veins here and there, but you think it only adds to the beauty of them.

From that point on, you make it your goal to get him to take his gloves off more often. You try everything, and Lucifer at some points catches onto your plans, too amused to stop you.

He finds it cute how you take his hands and put them on your cheeks, gently caressing your face every single time.

MAMMON:

You find Mammon's hands to be very distracting. They're always adorned with shiny rings and he loves to fidget with them. They're always well kept, since he uses them a lot in his modelling gigs, and the skin always looks healthy.

On the other hand (pun intended), he can't keep nail polish on to save his life. He chips it off constantly, and will come to you or Asmo for a re-do usually at least once a week.

When he notices how much you look at his hands, he starts putting even more effort into getting them to look nice, wearing different rings and moisturizing more. One time you bought him this gold nail polish and you've never seen him try so hard not to touch it in fear of messing it up.

Uses his hands to pinch your cheeks and laughs at your reaction every time, kissing them shortly after so you don't complain too much.

Give him a hand massage and this man will straight up die, he feels blessed to have someone like you care enough about him enough to take care of him like that.

LEVI:

Okay, we're getting into mixed terrain here. He has slender fingers, and they're very nimble, which makes them very nice to watch as he plays or types on his keyboard. But, at the same time, my man can't keep his skin and nails healthy to save his life.

His nails are bitten and the skin around them is broken too, but he'd love to do something about it. He would be taking better care of them earlier but he can't keep up with Asmo and he's the only one who has a good idea on how to fix this, plus his anxiety makes it 10 times more difficult.

When he notices your interest in his hands he can't help but get self-conscious, he never paid much attention to them but now he wants to make them look prettier. Might try using a few rings, but they end up making it harder for him to play, so he scratches that idea.

Really loves hand holding, and will absolutely try and play games with one hand just so he can hold yours with the other. Cuddles while holding hands are his favourites.

SATAN:

His hands have lots of scars from beating stuff (and people) up, specially his knuckles, and it makes him self conscious about them. But other than that, his hands look soft, probably because of Asmo trying out stuff with him.

You love to watch him read, focusing on his fingers turning the page, and the way his other hand holds the book. If you guys study together, it'll be very difficult to not get distracted by him writing stuff down.

When he finds out how much you look at his hands he gets really shy, blushing and trying to hide his face in his hands, mumbling something about not getting it.

It'll take a while for him to get used to it, since he never found his hands to be particularly pretty, but you seem honest enough, so he doesn't mind it as much anymore.

Definitely teases you about it, though.

ASMO:

Soft slender hands, they always smell like those nice moisturizers and perfume. He knows exactly how to use them, and gives the best massages you could ever want.

Gives the absolute best head massages, plays with your hair and braids it perfectly, giving you lots of nice hair styles.

Enjoys when you paint his nails for him, specially when you do different designs and cute details. Does your nails in return, matching his, of course.

You're mesmerized watching him type away on his phone, and he knows it. Makes sure to play around with your hair, touch you subtly whenever you're together and watch your reactions.

Definitely coos at you when he catches you staring, letting you play with his hands as much as you want, if you promise not to chip his nail polish.

BEEL:

Giganting hands, perfect for holding you close. His hands always smell like some type of food but, most of the time, you don't care about it.

He uses his fingers to gently wipe sauce off of your face when you guys go out for burgers, licking them clean with a cute smile and making your stomach do flips.

Probably loves your hands just as much as you love his, the way you craddle his face softly makes him so happy and he's eager to do it to you too.

You could stay hours watching him lift weights and just noticing how his hands move and the veins in them. It might not look like it, but Beel knows it for sure, that innocence is just a facade sweetie.

Loves picking you up and squeezing you softly, and if you enjoy it he'll make sure to do it at least once a day.

BELPHIE:

His hands are quite small, opposite to his sibling, and his nails are chewed, but the skin itself is pretty well kept and soft.

Notices pretty quickly your interest in his hands. At first, he's worried you're still scared of him because of The Incident™, but soon enough he finds out what this is about.

Makes sure to sleep holding your hands, loves it when you caress his hands as he sleeps, makes it ten times more comfortable.

One of the siblings that lets you oogle the most, since he's almost always sleeping you have a lot of time to memorize all of the details of his hands without worrying about him finding it weird.

Not opposed to nail polish, but too lazy to do it himself, plus his nails are pretty small (blame the chewing) so it wouldn't last long.

Takes your hands into his and kisses them a lot, he doesn't have a thing for hands, per say, but it's still you, so he loves them.

[dntaewithluv]

Today’s Special Is... | jjk

You decide to have some fun with your boyfriend and call him at work while he’s taking orders. You have a very special request, and you know it’s one he won’t be able to refuse.

📞 Pairing: boyfriend!jungkook x reader (pieceofyou!jungkook x reader)

📞 Word Count: 5.1k

📞 Rating: 18+

📞 Genre: Basically pwp, smut, crack humor, fluff

📞 Warnings: Explicit language, explicit sexual content, oc is horny and needy lmao, phone sex disguised as a pizza order, dirty talk, some mild degradation, masturbation/guided masturbation (f receiving), dom!jk, sub!reader but also brat!reader at times hehe, brief spanking, rough fingering, orgasm denial, marking/biting/scratching, hair pulling, big dick JK, oral (m receiving), throat fucking, deep throating, messy blowjob, cum play, praise, making out, groping, unprotected sex (ya’ll be safe out there pls), rough sex, banter during sex because it’s these two and they gotta, brief choking, there’s a lot of chaotic energy in this one ngl 😂

Masterlist

God you were so fucking bored. You had stepped out of the shower nearly forty-five minutes ago, and you were still sprawled out on your boyfriend’s bed in your towel as you mindlessly scrolled through your phone. You glanced at the spot beside you and frowned. Not only were you bored out of your mind, but you really missed Jungkook.

You had been feeling particularly needy today, so of course today had been one of his long days at Pizza Paradise. You just wanted him here to cuddle with you and give you attention. It really hadn’t helped matters that the two of you had been messing around that morning, up until the point that Jungkook had put a stop to it for fear that he was going to be late. Needless to say you had spent the day feeling needy in more ways than one.

You groaned before finally setting your phone down and getting to your feet, shedding your towel as you did so. You padded over to Jungkook’s closet and began rifling through his collection of t-shirts. You settled on one of his favorite oversized Carhartt tees, smiling as you slipped it on.

You walked back into the bathroom to hang up your towel and paused in front of the mirror. You carefully touched the marks that had blossomed on your neck from fooling around with your boyfriend that morning. You could practically still feel his greedy hands on your skin and hear his filthy words in your ear. You and Jungkook had been together for a little over six months now, but it was like no matter what, you still couldn’t get enough of each other. …Fuck it, you were gonna text him.

You snatched your phone and opened up your messages as soon as you were situated back on his bed.

You: Hey pizza boy 😘 How’s it going over there?

You knew if work was busy then you probably wouldn’t hear back for awhile, but if it was a slower day then his response would be much quicker. You didn’t have to wait very long to find out, your mood instantly improving upon seeing the notification light up your screen.

Kook: Hey baby 🥰 It’s going okay! I’ve just been answering phones and taking orders so ya know super exciting day for me lmao

A truly devious idea entered your head before you could stop it. You giggled mischievously as you waited for the call to connect. After only two rings, “Thank you for calling Pizza Paradise, this is JK. How can I help you today?”

God he was so fucking cute. Just hearing his voice had your heart fluttering, but you did your best to compose yourself.

“What are you wearing?” you started off, giving your best attempt at making your voice sound seductive.

Your boyfriend let out a nervous laugh on the other end, and it took everything in you to contain your own laughter threatening to burst out.

“Uh my pizza uniform…why?”

“Cute. Guess what I’m wearing.” you went on as you anxiously fidgeted in your spot on his bed.

Jungkook sighed, “Baby, now really isn’t a good time.”

You decided to make one last ditch effort, and if he still turned you down then you would respect it and hang up.

“I’m wearing one of your favorite shirts…annnnd nothing else.”

A long moment of silence followed, and you prepared to admit defeat and end the call.

“Is that order gonna be for delivery or carry out?”

He was still using his customer service voice, but there was a slight edge to it now.

“You sure you’re okay with this, pizza boy?” you asked, wanting to be absolutely sure that your boyfriend was giving you the green light.

“What can I get started for you today?” he queried back, his voice sickeningly sweet.

Okay so he was in. Perfect.

“Your cock down my throat.” you said without missing a beat.

You didn’t bother trying to hide your laughter at the cough/choking sound you heard come from your phone.

“ACTUALLY LET ME TELL YOU ABOUT THE SPECIALS WE’RE HAVING FIRST BECAUSE WE HAVE A LOT GOING ON AT THE MOMENT.”

The clear panic in your boyfriend’s voice indicated that he obviously had not expected you to go 0 to 100 like that. Oh, this was gonna be so much fun.

“Sure, baby,” you practically purred into the phone, “go ahead and tell me about the specials.”

You smiled to yourself as Jungkook started rattling off all the different deals they currently had going on at Pizza Paradise, the strain in his voice peeking through here and there. You were really only half listening as you took the opportunity of having him occupied to take a spicy pic that showed just how little of you was being covered by his over sized tee. You pressed send just as he was finishing up his little tangent.

“Do me a favor, and check your phone, pizza boy.”

You just barely caught the shaky breath that came through the phone.

“Shit. Fuck.” Jungkook hissed, “Oh, you are such a bad girl.”

Despite his scolding words, you could not have been more pleased with yourself. Or more turned on. You rubbed your thighs together as you squirmed in your spot on his bed. Your boyfriend suddenly very loudly cleared his throat, so one of his coworkers must’ve been within earshot.

“Ah yes, I have received your coupon, and it is indeed valid.”

God how long was he gonna be able to keep this up without cracking in front of the other employees.

“You know, my favorite special of yours is when I look down and see your cute little face stuffed between my thighs like it was this morning.”

You could actually hear him swallow from the other end, “Yeah, uh, you know, I would have to agree with you there. That is um, that is a pretty good special. One I would definitely recommend.”

You laid back against the pillows and kept your legs propped up as your free hand fisted the material of Jungkook’s shirt.

“Fuck, baby, been thinking about your mouth on me all day.” you whined into the phone, your hand beginning to travel down towards your outspread legs.

Your boyfriend somehow managed to keep his cool.

“So, can I get a name for that order today?”

You let out a gasp as your fingers met your exposed center, feeling how wet you already were just from a mostly one sided conversation.

“I’m fucking soaked Kook. I’m dripping all over your bed, babe, shit.”

Your digits glided over your clit and you shamelessly moaned out loud. You heard what sounded like a growl from the other end, which Jungkook quickly disguised as another cough before saying something you couldn’t quite make out.

You had almost started to tune him out as you continued to play with yourself, fantasizing that it was his hand between your legs instead. Your breathy little pants and whines had drowned out whatever he had just said.

“Don’t ignore me, baby. I asked what kind of crust you want and I expect an answer.”

The sexy commanding nature of his tone anchored you back to reality, but it also reawakened your original desire to fuck with him. You momentarily ceased the movement of your fingers against your clit.

“Oh, you should know exactly what kind of crust I like, pizza boy.”

It was silent on the other end for a moment.

“Stuffed. Full.” you finished when he still hadn’t said anything.

“Ah, a fellow stuffed crust lover. Good choice.”

His voice still sounded particularly pleasant, but if you hadn’t known any better you would say it also sounded like he was grinding his teeth slightly.

“What can I say? I’m a fan of being stuffed.” was your snarky retort.

“Oh I know you are. My greedy little cockslut.” your boyfriend practically snarled, his familiar low tone that was usually reserved for more private moments catching you off guard and making you let out a whimper as you resumed your actions between your legs.

“Kook, fuck, need you so bad.” you groaned, your fingers starting to speed up as you writhed in your spot on his bed.

“Moving onto toppings, let’s just start with one. Nice and easy and basic. That alright with you?”

You knew this obviously wouldn’t sound like a typical order to any outside listeners, but you also didn’t think it sounded so out of the ordinary that someone would catch on to what was really happening on the other end of the phone. At least you hoped and prayed that would be the case.

“I can do one.” you replied, knowing damn well neither one of you were talking about pizza toppings at this point.

You slowly slid one finger into your heat, sighing out in pleasure at how easily your walls sucked the digit inside.

“Good girl.” Jungkook whispered, making your core clench.

It was becoming increasingly difficult to hold the phone up to your ear, so you opted instead to let it drop onto the pillow beside you and put it on speaker. Your now free hand immediately twisted into the sheets below you as you continued pumping your finger into your aching cunt.

“Can’t you just go home sick or something for the rest of the day? I need you home. Need to feel you inside me. Need to be stuffed full of your cock. Baby, please, need you so bad.” you nearly cried out as you desperately rocked against your hand.

Jungkook chuckled, “Oh my greedy girl. Let’s add a second topping to that pizza shall we?”

You could clearly visualize the wolfish grin that must’ve been displayed across his face right now, and the image made you clench even harder around your digit.

“Jungkook.” you whined, turning to bury the side of your face in his pillow.

“Come on now, baby,” he encouraged, his voice low and sensuous, “I know that needy little cunt of yours can take another one.”

You complied and slid in another finger, your back lifting off the bed slightly and your moans increasing in pitch as they plunged inside your walls.

“Don’t you want your toppings to be spread out? Make sure they cover the whole pizza?” your boyfriend continued, slipping back into his customer service voice yet again.

You spread your digits inside you, your legs beginning to shake as you could feel yourself getting close.

“You better be coming home after this.” you panted out.

“So that’s a large pepperoni with extra cheese for delivery, can I get an address please?”

He sounded completely unbothered now, and that irritated you above all else.

“Between my legs. Get your ass home, babe.” you groaned as you added your thumb into the mix to rub your clit.

“Time to wrap this up, baby, I gotta get back to work. I really think Jimin is starting to get suspicious because this definitely sounds like the weirdest fucking order I’ve ever taken. But first I need to hear you cum for me. Make a mess all over my bed, baby, I know you want to.” your boyfriend coaxed you, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Kook, fuck!” you yelled as your orgasm rushed over you and you released all over your fingers and the sheets below.

“Alright well we should have that pizza to you within the next thirty to forty-five minutes. Thank you so much for choosing Pizza Paradise, and you have a great day.”

The smugness in his voice made you want to scream. He didn’t even give you the chance to have the last word before he was swiftly hanging up, leaving you a shaking and quivering mess on his bed as you came down from your high. It had still been worth it though. So fucking worth it.

When it became apparent that Jungkook would not be coming home early, you took it upon yourself to tidy up around the apartment a little bit after cleaning yourself up and putting on a pair of panties underneath the over sized tee. You stripped your boyfriend’s bed and threw everything in the wash, blasting your music and dancing around the apartment all the while. It served as a good distraction to keep your mind and body busy, and it made a good chunk of the day go by.

You were so in your own little world as you prepared to take Jungkook’s comforter out of the dryer that you nearly jumped out of your skin at the feeling of a hardness pressing against your ass and a hand slipping around to your front to dip into the waistband of your panties, teeth nipping at your ear, “Honey, I’m home.”

A chill ran through you, but it was immediately replaced by the warmth radiating from Jungkook’s bare chest that was flush against your back.

“K-Kook? Sorry I d-didn’t realize you were home already. You scared the shit out of me.” you stuttered out as you twisted in his arms to look back at him.

He let out a laugh, “Baby, I’ve been home. I came in, jumped in the shower, changed, but you were too distracted with your music and cleaning to notice. So, I thought I would catch you off guard. You know, kinda like what you did to me at work earlier.”

Your face flushed at the memory, and Jungkook smirked at you knowingly before his lips began dragging over the side of your neck.

“That was a pretty ballsy move you pulled. Could’ve gotten me in a lot of trouble you know.” he murmured against your skin as his tattooed hand slid further into your underwear to make contact with your clit.

A soft gasp escaped you as your head fell back against his shoulder, one of your hands reaching up to grab at his long dirty blonde/silverish locks. He must have just finished drying it because it was so soft and fluffy to the touch. This style and color was absolutely gorgeous on him, and you made sure to tell him all the time.

“I’m sorry…I was just missing you.” you breathed out as he continued teasing your bundle of nerves with his fingers, simultaneously running his nose along your jawline and tickling your skin.

Your boyfriend chuckled before pressing a kiss right underneath your ear.

“I know you did. My needy girl. I’m here now, don’t worry. I’ll give you exactly what you need."

His words along with his gentle kisses were so soothing, and you found yourself just wanting to melt into them. So when he suddenly used his free hand to pull you back by your hair at the same time that two of his digits dove into your heat, your body jolted in his hold like you’d been shocked.

"Jungkook!” you cried out, your fingers tugging harder against his strands as your other hand shot out to grip onto the washing machine in front of you.

He growled in response, his teeth nipping against your throat as he went on roughly thrusting his fingers into you.

“Do you have any idea the shit you put me through today? All because you wanted to be a greedy little brat.”

He released your hair in favor of delivering a harsh smack to your ass, and you moaned as you felt fresh arousal pooling between your thighs and soaking Jungkook’s fingers.

“Your little phone call made me pop a boner at work. Jimin wouldn’t look at me for the rest of the day!” your boyfriend exclaimed, his hand delivering another slap to your behind.

You tried so hard to hold it in, but the visual of Jimin having to avoid eye contact with him for the rest of the day sent you over the edge and into a fit of laughter.

“Sounds like Jimin is the real victim here.” you said in between your constant giggling.

“Y/N, this so isn’t funny.” Jungkook snapped, his hand returning to twist into your hair.

“Really? Cause I think it’s pretty hilario- Fuck!” you cut yourself off with a scream when a third digit was suddenly joining the other two between your legs.

Your nails dragged over Jungkook’s scalp as your other hand desperately scratched against the washer. You began to slump slightly in his arms, but your boyfriend just tightened his grip on you to keep you upright.

“Not so funny now huh? Now that my fingers are fucking you dumb.” Jungkook taunted before he used his free hand to pull the top of his shirt to the side to expose more of your skin to him.

“Kook.” you whined, losing yourself in the ecstasy of his fingers plunging inside your velvety walls and his hot mouth sucking marks against your bare shoulder.

His thumb strummed against your clit, and you would have collapsed on the spot had he not been currently supporting your weight.

“You said you wanted to be stuffed full of my cock, baby, remember? I’m just trying to make sure you’re ready to take me. That’s what you want isn’t it? For me to split open your needy little cunt with my cock. Gotta satisfy my girl don’t I?”

“Fuck, babe, please. Been thinking about it all day. Need you so bad.” you moaned as you began to shake in his hold, his skilled fingers playing you just right and pushing you towards your release.

“Shit, baby, you had me so fucking hard at work. All I could think about was your perfect little pussy and how well it squeezes me. God, couldn’t wait to come home and be buried inside you.”

You clenched hard around his fingers and Jungkook hissed as his thumb rubbed faster against your sensitive bud.

“I’m so close, Kook. Please.” you begged, turning your head to the side to mouth weakly against his neck.

You were literally right there, just a little more.

“Wait a minute. Wasn’t there something else you mentioned wanting during our little phone date today?”

You could detect the switch in his tone immediately, his voice much more teasing now. You probably should’ve seen it coming when he suddenly pulled his fingers from inside you, leaving you right at the edge of your orgasm, but that didn’t stop you from immediately whimpering at the loss as your high slowly ebbed away.

“Jungkook, what the fuck?” you demanded as you pouted at him.

Your boyfriend ignored you as he sucked his slick covered fingers clean, making sure to maintain eye contact with you the entire time.

“Now, what was it that you wanted?” he started, placing a finger on his chin as if in thought, “If I remember correctly, I believe it was my cock down your throat.”

He flashed you a devilish grin, and you wanted nothing more than to throttle him.

“You’re an asshole.” you voiced, scowling at him.

“And you’re a greedy little cockslut who just couldn’t wait until I got home. I told you I would give you exactly what you want didn’t I? On your knees for me, baby.” your boyfriend instructed, and the only thing stronger than your urge to disobey him was your desire to cum, and right now listening to Jungkook seemed like a step in the right direction.

He released you from his hold and you carefully lowered yourself to your knees in front of him. You tried not to think about how uncomfortable the laundry room floor would be for this. Jungkook must’ve been thinking about it too cause he reached down to grab the bottom of his shirt, “Arms up, baby.”

You complied and let him slide the shirt over your head before he started folding it and laid it down in front of you. You scooted forward and placed your knees on the material, it provided just enough cushion to shield you from the harshness of the floor below. You looked up at your boyfriend and raised a questioning brow.

“Hey, just because this is a punishment doesn’t mean I expect you to fuck up your knees on this hard ass floor. Plus you know how much I love getting to see your pretty tits when you suck me off. Fuck, I’ve been thinking about this view all day, baby.”

His dirty words quickly had you growing wet again, and you were rushing to grab the waistband of his athletic shorts and pull them down to expose his hard cock, angry tip glistening with precum.

“I have to say, this is some top notch customer service, pizza boy.” you said before leaning forward to lick him clean.

Jungkook swore above you, one hand gripping onto the washing machine behind him.

“Yeah well I was employee of the month remember? My girl asks for a cock down her throat, you can bet your ass I’m gonna deliver. Open up greedy girl.”

As you prepared to open your mouth, a thought occurred to you. You could fuck with your boyfriend while still giving him what he wanted which would get you what you wanted. Jungkook let out a sigh as you wrapped your mouth around him, but it quickly turned into a loud moan when you shoved yourself down his length to take as much of him as you could right from the start. He had to grab onto the washer with both hands to catch himself, his head thrown back as he panted above you.

“You really are needy for cock, fuck.”

You took your sweet time pulling off of him bit by bit, his fingers drumming against the metal of the washing machine as he watched you. His eyes blew out at the pop that was produced when you removed your mouth from him.

“Okay, you had your fun, but now it’s time for me to ruin that sweet mouth of yours. I know you’ll be my good girl and take it right?”

You nodded, letting your mouth drop open yet again. Jungkook used one of his hands to pump himself a few times before guiding his cock back into your mouth. That same hand dove into your hair to grip a handful of it, tugging tight as he began thrusting into your mouth. You must’ve really worked him up because he started going hard and fast right from the get go. Drool spilled down your chin and onto your breasts as you repeatedly gagged on him, your boyfriend letting out a string of moans. Jungkook’s tattooed hand was holding onto the washing machine for dear life, and you couldn’t tear your eyes away from the sight.

“Fuck baby, you’re always so sexy like this. My needy girl making a mess all over herself.”

Tears were sliding down your cheeks to join the saliva coating your chest. Your boyfriend watched you with hungry eyes as he tongued the inside of his cheek. His hips snapped against your face at a reckless pace, and you knew he had to be getting close. Jungkook always loved to cum in your mouth ever since the first time you had blown him, and you prepared to swallow all of it down. He suddenly used his hold on your hair to pull you off of him, and you coughed as you felt oxygen filling your lungs.

“Will you let me cum on your pretty tits this time baby? You know how much I love to see them covered, get my girl even messier than she already is.”

“Anything for my favorite pizza boy.” was your immediate and still somewhat breathless response.

Jungkook gave you his affectionate bunny grin, the one that you fell in love with all over again every single day. You weren’t sure if he still wanted you to finish him off, but then he released his hold on the washer to wrap his hand around his cock as he began pumping himself. It didn’t take much before you felt hot spurts of cum hit your chest and neck, some of it splattering onto your face. Jungkook bit down on his lip in concentration as he made sure to cover you with every last drop. The proud way he beamed at you after always made it totally worth it to be covered in his cum.

“God, you are incredible, baby. Did so good for me, my favorite girl.” your boyfriend praised you as he used his t-shirt to wipe you off before walking over to the washing machine to toss it inside.

You were getting to your feet and rushing over to him, catching Jungkook by surprise when he turned around to find you right there. You wasted no time wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing him hard. Your boyfriend’s hands slid behind your back before traveling down to grab ahold of your ass. You moaned into Jungkook’s mouth as his tongue delved inside to taste you fully. He was already starting to get hard again, and you could feel his cock brushing against your still panty clad core. You bit down on his bottom lip before pulling back, “Kook, fuck me. Now.”

Jungkook let out a growl, his fingers digging into the flesh of your ass before flipping you around to face the washing machine. In the next second he was eagerly yanking your panties down your legs, and you picked up your feet to step out of them. You felt him lining himself at your entrance as his lips trailed across your shoulder. He reached around to grab your hands and place them on the washer in front of you.

“Hold on tight, baby.” he whispered huskily, the only warning you were given before he was pushing into you, both of you moaning out in unison.

Jungkook kept his hands over yours as they gripped desperately against the metal, his cock sinking further between your walls.

“You feel so fucking good, baby, shit. So big. Love the way you split me open.” you panted, and your boyfriend squeezed against your hands as he completely buried himself inside you.

“Been dreaming about this perfect cunt all day. God, getting a boner at work was so worth it for this, shit.” Jungkook swore as he slowly began drawing back out.

You started to laugh, but your boyfriend snapped his hips against yours harshly, jerking you forward against the washer and making you cry out.

“I swear to God, if you laugh at me one more time, I’ll make sure you can’t walk for days. I’ll have to carry your ass around everywhere and we’ll see how funny it is then.”

You let out a whine cause you knew all too well that he wasn’t bluffing. Last time you had tested him, you had walked with a limp for almost a week. This man would not hesitate to absolutely fuck up your insides and you both knew it.

“No more laughing, I promise.” you assured him, glancing over your shoulder to flash him a wink.

Jungkook rolled his eyes at you before hitting you with another powerful thrust, and your head was immediately snapping back to face forwards. He continued driving his cock inside you with deep strokes, and your nails scratched against the washing machine as you felt your orgasm starting to build up yet again.

“I’m not gonna last long, you feel way too fucking good. I want you to cum with me, baby.” Jungkook encouraged as he peppered kisses along the side of your neck.

“I’m so close, Kook.” you whispered, letting your head fall back against his shoulder as every movement pushed you forward against the washer.

“Don’t worry, baby, I’ll get you there.” your boyfriend voiced as he let go of your hands, one of them going to press against your clit and the other travelling up your body to wrap around your throat.

A series of moans slipped past your lips while Jungkook grunted behind you, his cock railing you further into the appliance in front of you. You were right at the edge, ready to tumble off with him at any moment. Your hands shook as you struggled to find purchase on the washing machine with how much your palms were sweating. Jungkook stimulated your bundle of nerves as his other hand squeezed around your neck, just slightly cutting off some of your air.

“Kook, I can’t. I’m gonna-”

“It’s okay, baby, I’m right there with you. Go ahead and soak my cock. Been wanting it all fucking day. I’m gonna fill you up so good, my greedy girl, you can have it all.” Jungkook growled in your ear, increasing the pressure of his hand on your throat and pitching you into an orgasm so intense that you would’ve collapsed forward onto the washer if he hadn’t pulled you back against him in time.

He held you so tightly as you felt him painting your walls white, his body shuddering against your own.

“Fuck, I love you.” he said against your skin, his breathing ragged.

You hummed and reached behind you to stroke your fingers through his hair, “I love you too, pizza boy.”

Jungkook pressed a loving kiss to your shoulder, and you just stood there for a moment, content to be in his arms and surrounded by his warmth.

“God, I really hope Jimin is able to look at me at work tomorrow. We work together for the rest of the week.” your boyfriend mused suddenly, causing you to let out a choking noise.

“You just finished fucking me and you’re thinking about Jimin?” you couldn’t resist teasing him.

Jungkook pouted at you, and you leaned up on your toes to place a kiss on his nose.

“Baby, he saw me at one point today and deadass ran in the opposite direction. Like my dick was straight out of a horror movie or some shit.”

“Well the way you just rearranged my guts was pretty scary.” you offered, and Jungkook pinched your hip in response, making you yelp.

“I guess that’s fair actually since I murder your pussy on the reg.” he added cheekily.

You scrunched up your nose in disgust at him, “That’s the most unsexy thing you have ever said.”

“Hey, Jeon Jungkook Pussy Murderer is a title I wear proudly.” he shot back, pretending to be offended.

“Alright babe, well why don’t you go murder some dishes. That was the only thing I didn’t get to today.”

Jungkook’s gaze turned deadly serious and he dramatically puffed up his chest.

“Oh those fucking dishes are going down.”

You held back your giggles until he disappeared into the kitchen, leaving you alone in the laundry room. Jungkook really was an idiot, six months of dating hadn’t changed that, but he was an idiot you were so completely, irrevocably in love with. Your precious pizza boy.

[i-need-air]

Hey, you can ignore this if you want. But, just a thought, hybrid Izuku? Like maybe he has a kinda bad past too, just because I live for the angst beginning to fluffy end.

Sorry it took me a couple of days to answer! I wanted to switch it up and I mainly had to think a way to make Izu work as a hybrid, so I decided to make him be a bunny hybrid [ blame his cute hero costume, srsly ] I ended up writing the small amount of 3.7k words somehow— [ listen, i get emotionally involved, ok??? 😭 ] I genuinely hope you like it! 💕

[ Masterlist ]

Hybrid!AU Bunny!Midoriya Izuku

× you looked at the man sitting in the corner of the cell, both petrified staring at each other

× his bunny ears were lowered, his green eyes widened in your direction

× all you could do was to stand still, shocked and without being able to even mask it

× he looked awful to say at least

× meanwhile the reception guy that accompanied you for a tour of the shelter whispered in your direction; "This one is in really bad shape. Very traumatized, poor soul..." he clicked his tongue before continuing "He's been sent here from another shelter cities away, I don't know much about him and he won't talk."

× you could not look away even if you tried

× the reason why you decided to pass by the shelter was because you offered to help voluntarily in the weekends as you had some free time

× you did read and hear horror stories about the shelters and the hybrids thrown in them, how underfunded they were, how bad the conditions there were and how little help they had but—

× even if you came prepared for the worst you got surprised with the state some of the hybrids were in

× specially this one; his name was on a plaque by his prison like cell— Midoriya Izuku

× he had bruises, cuts, his hands looked specially beaten up and scarred, his behavior was erratic, nervous, just a disaster...

× something deep inside told you to smile and show him you're no threat, so you did

× you introduced yourself and nodded your head, really trying to keep a calm composture but your heart hurt seeing him like that

× much to your surprise, he nodded back, still uncertain but didn't move from his place, far back in the cell

× you've been gently pushed away to continue the tour and to establish your tasks, all while being thanked for your kindness; you didn't know why you felt like throwing up at the indifference in the man's voice...

× there weren't many hybrids in the shelter anyway, yet you've gotten your scheduled hours in which you'd help clean and cook and as you left for the day after some introduction to those tasks; your mind still lingered on Midoriya Izuku even through the night, as his terrified eyes stole the sleep from you that same night

× the following two days you began your volunteering hours and always kept an eye for the hybrid; he was skittish and asocial even at lunch and dinner times, did not talk to any other hybrid and specially not to any worker there

× he caught your eyes multiple times whenever you'd be in his general proximity, yet you'd see him scurrying away instantly, which made you feel unease; you weren't any threat, really, so maybe with time...

× it's when you brought your own cleaning supplies [ because there were little to none ] and decided to help clean their "rooms", so called by the staff, when you firstly got to talk to him

× you reached his cell and he was reading an old book, probably borrowed from the small library they had; he snapped his eyes up when he heard you approach

× "Hello, Midoriya" you'd say gently, heart in your throat, really scared you'd frighten him

× he just nodded and looked away, not before giving your cleaning supplies a long look, knowing what's to come

× with his permission, he let you go inside as you started preparing everything to swipe the floors, putting the broom in a corner as you leaned down to pick some other stuff; what you didn't notice was how the broom was gently falling, almost about to hit you on the head

× the green-haired hybrid was on your side instantly, catching it; it would've been a small tap on your head and most out of the situation would've been you looking ridiculous but you chuckled at the scene and thanked him wholeheartedly

× smol bean blushed so hard you almost dropped everything in your hands at the sight; "N-no problem—" he stuttered, his voice sweet and shy 🥺

× he stood there fidgeting with the book in his hands watching you move around until you heard an unsure "Can I help you?" 🥺🥺

× you told him sure, if he'd like to, mainly worried he really didn't want you in his "territory" but the man took it as an invitation and—

× it didn't stop at his cell? he helped you all day???? you cleaned around together but not without an awkward air around both; which ngl it's funny bc he's staring whenever you talk to everyone, clean, help, so on; big round eyes are always on you;;; IF YOU LOOK THO, oops— "what an interesting wall right there!" - Midoriya, probably.

× it's from then that you notice a switch; whenever you're at the canteen, he's there offering to help, looking just as skittish as always but a small blush always on his face

× whenever you'd be playing with the younger hybrids he'd watch in awe bc you treat them so well

× exactly when he actually starts talking to you more too! he's in the impromptu playground with you and the few little ones when he suddently drops your name in a stutter and says you're kind-hearted

× you almost drop dead in the spot bc his look, man; you haven't seen him so sure of something until now and it did something to you

× it's been a month and hybrids came and got adopted, yet your new friend wasn't really getting any attention; he really acted terrified and you of course questioned his behavior; you knew nothing of his past but seeing the way he acted it could've been just awful

× as you started to slowly engage in larger conversations with Izuku, it's at the canteen that this time you've been caught staring; at his hands in particular

× he was helping you cook, which he really didn't know how to do but tried nonetheless just because he really enjoyed being around you [ or so you assumed, hopeful ]

× when he realizes where you're looking at, you almost dreaded him retracting from the situation like he used to do but he just looks down at them too and sighs

× "I was at a fighting ring—" he said, pursing his lips "—but I'm a rabbit hybrid... a prey... they used me as a punching bag."

× your heart rips in two as you're speechless; even if you tried to be careful with your movements not to spook the man, you could not help yourself by putting your hand on his

× and that's how Midoriya Izuku died, end of HCs 💀

× just kidding; he almost fainted, face fully red as his ears perked up, staring at you with big eyes yet did not move an inch

× and even if his face would've been adorable in any other situation, his words remained imprinted in your mind as you squeezed his hand in yours

× "I'm so sorry you had to go through that, Izuku" you whispered back at him; he just nodded and blabbered something before continuing with the task clumsily

× boy is broken for the rest of the day, that's what I'm implying

× bad news got to you when you found out you couldn't go to the shelter anymore to help; your hours got increased at work and your shift was all over the place and even if you really did talk with your boss, it was decided that for now you had to adapt

× dread filled your gut when you realized you couldn't see Izuku anymore and with that you noticed how fond you grew of him, that's why you loathed the next visit there

× but— you really wanted to see him more; getting to spend time with him and helping around was what got you through the week...

× you told him slowly that same Saturday and it visibly broke him

× he tears up and tries to mask it as best as he can, yet he nods understanding

× "Will— Will I ever see you again?" the soft tremble in his voice shook you to the core

× "Of course. Every day, if you'd like." you blurted;;;;; he blinks at you, tears stopping just to have his head tilted to the side, ears flopping with the movement. "Would you like to come home with me?" you say, idea just popping in your head and balling it;

× he cries harder then he nods

× everything about your volunteering ceasing for the time was already filled in, you guys just needed to fill some paperwork for him, grab his little to no belongings and get the hell out

× small gym-bag in hand, i sweat to god, this man is overwhelmed with being outside

× stays glued to your side all the time, specially on busy streets towards your home

× once you feel him grab on your shirt just for precaution and you melt?? but let him have it

× once you arrived, you see tension leave his body as he smells his surroundings; mf drops a "It smells like you here" through a smile before realizing what he said and getting all flustered 💀

× sooo you move past that as you can and show him around, a spare bedroom not long ago used by your old roommate offered to him

× you only see his surprisingly muscled back as he enters the room and drops the gym-bag on the floor

× he slowly turns around to look at your face and fat ass tears run down his cheeks, not being able to say a word even if he tried

× hands-down the scene almost gives you a panic attack; he then asks if it's all for him and you assure him that indeed it is when he cries harder...

× ok, that again shreds your heart but it wouldn't be the last time

× like for example the moment of utter disbelief he threw at you when you asked him what he wanted to eat that night and he didn't know how to respond because nobody, ever, asked him; you got that as a response after asking if you said something wrong

× or the following Monday, when you suggested you went to do some shopping for him in the morning, since there wouldn't be many people and it would be calmer

× the look of awe in his face, istg...

× from then on he opens up pretty nicely too; it's such a refreshing sight to see him tell you about how he learned to use the computer, TV, phone— the sparks in his eyes whenever he talks of something new he learned? imagine it and now you've gained 20 more years of lifespan, you're very welcome

× such a soft cutie, i swear 🥺 always asks things about you and gives you the same sparkly eyes when he learns more about you

× it does take him some time to come out if his shell though

× you fastly realize he's a nerd; oops, but it's true, and definitely isn't a bad thing! he just really likes to learn about everything and anything and I feel he genuinely likes to tell you about those new facts

× i hope you like them bc when he learned new cool stuff he made a note to tell you about them bc he thought you'd find them cool too and—

× is very tidy and helps around the house, but when it comes to being social he just freezes

× you ask him if he'd like to go for walks and you see him itching to go out for some fresh air, although the thought of other people...

× with time and small walks around the neighborhood, he overcomes the fear as long as you're by his side

× will definitely want to go back to the shelter to volunteer even if you can't, but the fear of walking there just overtakes him again since he'd have to do it alone

× mentions it though

× his expression is so uneasy bc he feels like a burden

× maybe you could work around your schedule to take him there and pick him up? he genuinely loved giving a hand at the shelter so if you do, Izu would be so thankful

× in a few weeks he'd gain the confidence to walk alone

× one 💕adorable💕 thing he does without even thinking is jumping around you, or just in place

× "Today little Miya got adopted!" he'd say, hopping slightly in place "I could tell they were good people too! They had good intentions... just like when I saw you for the first tim—"

× so he mumbles without thinking;; and sometimes blurts out cute stuff like that but when he realizes what he's saying he gets very shy 🤭

× he has this fluff smol tail but we don't talk about it;;; no, no, it's too much for us, I promise you it's the cutest fucking thing you've seen in your whole existence and it moves a little bit and we all die here???? he hides it though, pft

× so fluffy we gonna dieeeee

× he steals your blankets

× hear me out, omg! he does!! if you have small blankets you just throw over yourself to stay on the couch or anything, sometimes they'd dissappear only to be found in his room; he's very sneaky about it but cracks under [the zero] pressure you put on him, leading him to say "It's because whenever you're not around, I like to have something close to me that smells like yOu! it makes me feel sAfe—" his voice cracks "BUT IF YOU DON'T WANT ME TO, I'LL STOP, I JUST—" he'd placate his hands instantly, apologizing

× tell him it's okay and now your hoodies are gone too lmfao

× he's a muscular guy too so consider buying really big ones just for him to wear;;; after you wore them;;;;;;

× says sorry a lot and that's a thing you have to work with a lot

× if he messes up something, he will apologize instantly; if you tell him to stop bc you don't mind he forgot to put the washing machine as he promised he will act like he's the worst

× as if he feared you'd get angry...

× i know it's a recurring topic but give him time

× whenever you both have free time and hang around the house, he'll be on the couch reading near you

× eyes you constantly and he's so obvious about it it's ridiculous; you can see him from the corner of your vision when he turns his head to check on you so through a smile you have to ask him if he needs anything

× what's fantastic is that he's getting over the point of being scared to speak out around you YET he stutters, blushing

× "N-no, nothing!" but he's observing your comfortable form with much interest

× "Wanna... cuddle with me?" [ 's not like you read about bunny hybrids and how they need skin contact which definitely didn't make you uwu and die in the spot bc that's so 🤧💕😭💘🥺 but you waited for him to show any signs that he'd want that; we're respectful like that, mhm ]

× his fluffy ear twitches

× shock, disbelief, blush

× it twitches again

× blushes harder then nods

× sksjdkdjd he's by your side instantly though with no idea of what to do

× good lord, he's so stiff; why don't you grab a blanket to throw it over both of you, hmm?

× he'd bury himself into it then into your arms and soon he'll find out being there is his favorite place in the galaxy

× since his mind drifted to galaxies, Izu then starts talking about constellations bc he's nervous

× so when you rub his back he melts into you with a happy sigh yet when your hand reaches his hair, almost about to touch the top of his head mindlessly as you hum at his words

× he flinches— then you stop to look down at him, catching him wide eyed staring into nothing

× you don't even know why you apologize; maybe his horrified face?

× but before you can form a full sentence he interrupts you

× "Don't apologize. It's not your fault—" he'd glue his eyes on you "I— I used to get bullied a lot back then... they'd pull my ears..."

× without any other explanation you take your hand away, placing it on his shoulders, mainly feeling out of place again; every time he speaks of his past, it just gets worse...

× "But! But I trust you, [Y/N]. I really do." and he leads your hand back to his head

× 🥺💕💕💕💕💕

× then, with convinced features, he drops his head on your chest and snuggles for some good seconds before it clicked to him

× now he's apologizing

× until you ruffle his hair and he just experiences bliss in real life

× massage his scalp and say goodbye to ever leaving his side, you're now in his firm grip until the end of time but who's complaining

× like he has no shame anymore, it feels that good

× he can hear your heartbeat, as fast as it is, and he snuggles further into you; it's his lullaby

× now let's get to business

× look: he's adorable, sweet, doting, cares about you and about hybrids, he's actively trying to get out of his shell, he's built but tender, couldn't hurt a fly;

× don't lie to yourself, you've got a big fat crush

× little did you know this guy right here liked you from the moment you introduced yourself to him, months prior

× the issue is Izuku is really insecure; after hearing his whole life that he's inferior to both humans and some hybrids, he started believing it

× and comments whenever you're outside with him do not help

× he has a spectacular hearing

× doesn't miss how people whisper about you two, even if you mind your own business doing whatever

× it's mostly older people, judgemental and disgusted with hybrids that call you a freak for having one, that call him an abomination

× he tries so hard to ignore them but his behavior changes back to his silent old self, yet this time he doesn't cower anymore although grips his pants until his scarred hands are white, not answering back to you if you talk

× you have to assume he's again uncomfortable outside so you suggest leaving, not sure how to behave

× he kinda snaps on your way back home when there's nobody around

× stops in the middle of the road, looking down, brow furrowed and trembling lips

× "Am I never going to be good enough for you?" he'd clench his teeth

× "Izu—, what...?"

× the determined glare he sends you stops you in your tracks

× "Because I want to be. I want to be better for you."

× 😳

× basically confesses in a dramatic way as he's overtaken with emotions then screeches bc oh no what if you don't feel the same so "I-It's okay if you don't feel the same! If you're uncomfortable I can move back to the shelter!! I'm so sorr—"

× smooch him pls????

× and share your feelings just to give him a stroke lmfao

× he'll take the initiative to grab your hand and walk home like that, the other on his face covering it

× peck his lips and he malfunctions every time

× but loves it

× be sure of this: after that night, he's so soft for you and won't hide it

× he's a creature of contact, meaning his fingers will linger on your form, he will seek your form, he will want to snuggle his face in your neck, he definitely will stare at your lips for too long bc he's still shy and embarrassed by his confession to make a move; smooch him pt. 2

× he's so— adorable; he finds himself in front of your bedroom door with your blanket in his arms and has an existential crisis

× you see his shadow at the small creak under the door and akfjaksj

× open the door and let him sleep with you ffs I'm having a stroke for him

× can he be the little spoon? or can you two hug face to face? it's just that 🥺 he feels safe with you like that, a feeling he's been always missing

× any time you're in his arms or vice-versa he breathes out as tension leaves his body; best place in the whole universe, no hesitation.

× he's a petty lil shit, let me tell you that, ok??

× someone flirts with you? lol k he's behind looking not intimidating at all but he's frowning, his ears are twitching and chest puffed

× takes your hand just to prove a point

× talking about his hands

× kiss them, caress them, anything

× he just... yes, pls, do that

× whenever you're not looking he's giving you the gentlest smile and even if you notice, his lips will curl even more before he throws a compliment at you

× pretty much likes your reactions bc he's always the one that's flustered the most between the two [ genuinely doesn't matter if you get flustered or not, he just tops that energy 100x more ]

× likes to know he has the same effect you have on him on a daily basis

× will try to find a job at something he's interested in and i definitely see him finding one at a library or something like that

× he enjoys the silence, completely different from his old loud and over the place life, and also loves books

× unrelated hc but i just imagined Izu whispering the words out loud whenever he reads without noticing it; his green eyes focused in the book, face concentrated and ears low to not get in his field of vision; want to make him happy? listen to him and when he finally notices you, tell him to go on~

× he's the embodiment of akfwpdkslfjjwj 💕

× honestly your life with him is peaceful

× the way he loves is gentle, really sweet and it all revolves about peace in your household

× he adores you to no end and thanks you for helping him improve himself

× and getting him out of a life without a goal or purpose

× gets out of his way to help you, always you and wants to prove he's good enough

× he already is and you better tell him

× give this baby all the love he deserves and you'll get just as much in return

× I'm soft for him oml 💘

[ultimatetornshipper]

Daminette December Day 3

@daminette-december2019-2020

Princes and Pedestals

Chapter 3 – Legend

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Marinette closed her eyes and took a deep breath. The breeze softly danced through her hair as she sat in the windowsill of her room. She opened her eyes and stared at the parchment resting on a book on her lap, her little bottle of ink sat next to her on the ledge. She fidgeted with the quill in her hand, frustrated.

She was trying to write a letter to Luka to let him know that they'd arrived safely. He was her right hand man and their friends were most likely bugging him on whether he'd heard from her or not. She needed to give them an estimate on how well the whole thing was going but she barely had a feel for these people. She was pretty certain they wanted this alliance just as much as the Order did, but she didn’t yet have any idea what exactly they’d ask for.

She sighed and dipped her quill in her ink, maybe if she started the words would come.

Dear Luka

I hope you are well. How is everyone doing? How’s Alya and the baby? How’s Nino dealing with her pregnancy hormones? How’s she dealing with his overprotectiveness? Has Chloe returned from her mission? How did it go?

I miss you all, I hope everything is alright back home.

We arrived safely at the Gotham Royal family's Summer home. They have treated me with kindness and respect.

She took a breath. Should she tell him about Prince Damian? He would in all likelihood be the next Black Cat. He was her match. She didn’t know him, but the Destruction radiating off of him was on par with the Creation that followed her. As much as she didn’t want to replace- She shook her head, moving on was inevitable, she needed someone to rule by her side. She needed to tell her court the truth.

I met him. It all feels too soon after everything that happened last year. The Destruction coming from him was incredible. Plagg would kill me if I didn’t introduce them. Please have Pegasus deliver the ring when you receive my letter. He can deliver it to my exact location, I’ll explain things to any witnesses. I’ll disclose more information on who he is if he accepts my offer of the ring.

Yours sincerely,

Marinette

She tapped her chin with the end of her quill as she reread her letter.

A soft mew made her look up, sitting next to her little ink bottle was a beautiful calico, staring at her curiously.

“Hey girl,” she replied softly, holding out her hand, the cat sniffed it then pressed her cheek against Marinette’s hand. She scratched the cat's head softly, smiling.

“Her name is Legend,” a voice said from her doorway. She looked up and recognized Lady Stephanie standing in her doorway. She was about to greet her when the girl kept talking.

“Oh sorry, your door was open, I didn’t think it'd be a problem, we’re just pretty casual around here and it slipped my mind, Your Majesty,” she said, quickly, her hands gesturing as she spoke.

Marinette smiled at her, standing and placing her letter, book and quill on a nearby table, “It’s quite alright, Lady Stephanie. My court and I are quite similar to you that way, and please do call me Marinette,”

“Only if you’ll call me Steph,” she replied, shifting from foot to foot in the doorway.

Marinette saw the movement and invited her in. They sat at the table she’d put her letter on and she folded it as they made small talk.

She melted some wax onto her envelope and pressed it with the Miraculous Court's seal as she listened to Steph detail a story about the time she and Jason had snuck into the kitchen to steal some of the pastries before a big event when she’d first arrived at the castle back in Gotham.

“It seems you are all quite close,” Marinette commented after Stephanie wrapped up her tale.

“Yeah, we’re family, you know?” she replied. Stephanie wrung her hands together before meeting her gaze, “Can I ask you something?”

Marinette could feel the girl’s unease, so she tried to appear reassuring, “Yes,”

“Yesterday,” she started hesitantly, “In the throne room, the older man who came with you did most of the talking. I don’t know much about the Order of the Miraculous, but I was pretty certain you’re their leader but you didn’t really talk so...” she left the rest of the question unsaid, clearly hoping Marinette would understand hat she was trying to say.

She could tell the girl didn’t mean any disrespect, she was simply curious and she couldn’t blame her. So she gave her a smile, “Master Fu is my teacher, I’m still learning to lead and he’s helping me through everything, until my training is complete he makes the important introductions and still does a lot of the talking. I will be voicing my thoughts a lot more during negotiations though,”

Stephanie nodded slowly, “That makes a lot of sense actually,”

They spent the afternoon together and had tea in the garden.

Marinette was listening to Stephanie ‘s retelling of how she and Tim first met when she recognized Prince Jason heading towards them.

Stephanie spotted him too so she paused when he got close. Marinette nodded her head at him, “Your Highness,”

He nodded back, “Your Majesty,”

He sat down on the open chair at their table and Stephanie quickly continued her story.

She listened politely, but she was aware of the Prince who had joined them studying her discreetly, if she hadn’t been trained to notice, she would’ve missed it.

He noticed her noticing him and she was impressed by his ability to read body language. He, if her training was correct, was growing more and more curious about her by the second.

Somehow managing to miss the tension Stephanie kept telling her story.

“We were both so incredibly oblivious to the other’s feelings and denying our own. Months of pinning and so many misunderstandings. Apparently it was an incredibly frustrating debacle to watch,” she said laughingly, giving Prince Jason a pointed look.

He groaned, playing along and ignoring their silent sort-of conversation that had transpired earlier, “Don’t remind me, it was torture,”

They all laughed, and a comfortable silence followed.

Well that was until Tikki appeared and the other two almost fell of their chairs. She turned to her kwami and decided to explain later.

“Guardian, Queen Bee is attempting to contact you,” she quickly supplied, ignoring the two royal siblings who were staring in shock.

“Put her on, these two can be trusted,” she replied, sipping her tea.

Tikki put down a device on the table and the familiar image of Queen Bee appeared shining in the air in front of her, it was nothing new to Marinette but the other two stared in shock at the moving image of a blonde girl in armor unlike any they’ve ever seen.

“Bee, this better be important, you know how much it takes out of the kwami to do calls (a/n I’m not gonna figure out a new name for it, calls make sense sorry not sorry °3°),” Marinette said sternly.

Chloe looked grim but stood up straight, confident in her choice, “I’m afraid it’s rather urgent Guardian,”

Marinette felt chills, Chloe rarely looked that grim, it was even rarer for her to address her by her title, “Queen Bee, what is it?”

Chloe grimaced. She gave her a meaningful look softly replied, “It may bring back a few unpleasant memories, Mari,”

Oh

It felt as though the wind had momentarily been knocked out of her.

The familiar green eyes that haunted her at night flashed through her mind. Immediately followed by a darker, newer pair. She pushed both images away, she’d deal with that later, now Chloe needed her to be the Guardian.

Marinette took a deep breath and tightened her grip on her cup, “I can take it,”

“It’s Gabriel, he has the butterfly, he wants -,” Chloe swallowed, looking at Mari with pity, she lowered her voice, “He wants to bring him back, Mari,”

Her grip around her teacup was deadly, it was a shock it hadn’t broken yet. She was certain her knuckles and face were both as white as a cloud.

“I -,” her voice cracked and she took a deep breath, she was in the presence of strangers, she couldn’t break down, she pushed her emotions back and went into her Guardian mode, “Tikki add Carapace, Viperion, Tigress, Rena Rouge and Paon to the call. Now. I want it taken care of quickly,”

Chloe’s eyes widened, “Those are all our top warriors,”

“Like I said, I want this taken care of quickly,” Marinette replied briskly.

The others were quickly added and they all switched to the language of the Guardians. If the two royal siblings could speak French, her and Chloe’s previous conversation had already given enough away. Chloe explained the situation while Marinette quickly pulled herself together, she could fall apart later. Right now her Court needed her.

Carapace looked on edge and she knew why. Rena was on the call and she was pregnant, he was scared that she’d have to fight.

“Rena,” she said after Chloe finished explaining, all eyes turned to look at her, “You’re not fighting, but your strategizing capabilities are too valuable to have you sit out completely. You’re on the side-lines for this one,”

Carapace looked relieved and Rena nodded, understanding.

She looked at Viperion, while half her letter turned out to be written in vain, at least she could get this done quicker, “I need you to send Plagg and his ring with Pegasus as soon as you guys finish discussing details,"

She took a deep breath, "I found my match,”

(a/n did I totally just only put the prompt as part of a single paragraph? yeah i did. Do I have any idea where this is going? No i don't. Is the fact that I don’t listen to my outline and do whatever the hell I want gonna stop me? Nope, not at all)

(fr tho I’m just as surprised at this plot as yall are ngl, also, look at me doing a cliffhanger hehehe)

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[renjunfromthestars]

slow dancing in the dark

Pairing: Jeno + Reader bestfriend!Jeno

Genre: angst, best friend!au, College!au, Best Friends to Lovers! Au

Song recs: Slow Dancing in the Dark (Joji), Don’t Wanna Fall in Love (KYLE), Best Friend (Rex Orange County), EARFQUAKE (Tyler, The Creator), Apricot Princess (Rex Orange County). CAN’T GET OVER YOU (Joji), Me and Your Mama (Childish Gambino)

Word Count: 3.1k 

Summary: You and Jeno have always had a complicated relationship, but time is running out

Or

Jeno is in love with you, but can never express it the way he needs to

Notes: this one kinda hurt me to write ngl,,,I was real sad so I wrote it in one sitting

Please let me know what you guys think!!! I’m still pretty new to writing

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Up until yesterday, it’s been months since you and Jeno have been in contact. Even though you go to the same school, you can’t help but think that he is avoiding you. If you’re going to be completely honest with yourself, he definitely is. Classic.

When you feel the slight pang of hurt ripple through your chest, you shake your head, trying to snap out of it. You rather not think about him right now. The 15 spotify playlists you embarrassingly curated denoting the emotional anguish of your most recent Jeno-filled-altercation was enough proof you’ve already spent too much time dwelling on this boy, who by the way, you’ve never even dated.

You have other things to worry about. College decisions are coming out soon, and it's absolutely imperative that you keep your grades in good standing. No school wants to accept a student just to find out that they’re a slacker. Better to be more upfront about you really are to the end, rather than to disappoint others later on. 

Jeno’s idea of school is hitting his dab pen in the bathroom, and sitting through every class high. And apparently, his idea of romance is not doing anything about your ambiguous relationship, and telling you to break up with Jaemin after only a week into dating. It was unholy unfair to Jaemin, and it's not like he's had almost three years to tell you how he feels, only to always come whining to you when you’re with someone else. It was a little different last time though. This is your last year of high school, and you both know it. It’s unlikely you’ll ever have as much time to be with (or to avoid) him at such close proximity--you’re almost definitely going to college out of state. Jeno has told you many times your ass is smart enough to pull it off. 

But that was months ago, things have since died down and there is no use dwelling on the past. You’ve cried enough tears, and you’re tired of waking up with puffy eyes that look like you have been stung by an angry bee hive because of it. According to Renjun, Jeno had stopped sulking in his library during his free period and started playing computer games with him again. See? It’s a thing of the past.

But that didn't stop you from occasionally calling him late at night in your many moments of weakness. I mean, it doesn’t really matter if you’re always met with a dial tone right? If he doesn’t pick up, it’s like you never called in the first place. The end always justifies the means. 

You don’t know why it took you so long to figure out that if you really missed him that  much, you should have probably just shot him a text instead of randomly calling him in the middle of the night. Jeno, like with school, is never prepared for anything. Even if he picked up, he’d probably just stay silent. It happened that one time he actually did pick up, both of you silent, not knowing to say in the moment (silence could also hardly be considered a phone call). 

Looking down at your most recent conversation, you sigh. Even before things became so messed up, you valued his companionship. Things are obviously still tense between you two--you don’t know why you even try.  Jaemin wouldn’t be too happy about it either. 

                                                                              ...

“It just makes me feel like shit when I hear people telling me like, ‘Oh you stole Jeno’s girl.’. You’re my girlfriend, not his.” Jaemin scoffs. His grip on the steering wheel tightens, along with his hold on your hand. 

In an attempt to soothe your angry boyfriend, you rub your thumb over your interlaced fingers soothingly. “I know, I know. I can’t help it if we have history Jaemin, people like to talk.”

“I had a talk with Renjun the other day about you and Jeno, and all the shit he was saying. I thought he was my friend.”

Although he was good friends with both boys, Renjun was admittedly closer to Jeno than Jaemin and there was more to his actions than it seemed just though looking at the surface. He was your closest mutual friend to Jeno, and knew more than anyone about the complicated relationship between you two--maybe a little too well. He respected the decision you made, but it was clear that he thought things should have ended differently.

                                                                          …

When you first see Jeno outside of the glimpses you see in the school hallway, he looks different. His hair is styled differently, with the wispy blonde hair of his hair framing his forehead quite nicely. 

Jeno’s eyes quickly flutter to the ground when you look at him, finding a sudden interest in the rocks on the ground. For a boy who treats his shoes like they’re his babies, he’s awfully unconcerned with the scuff marks that begin to appear on his Air Force Logos when he digs a rock into the ground.

“Where do you want to eat?” you ask, walking around him to open the passenger seat of his car.

Jeno looks like he regrets ever even agreeing to meet you for lunch in the first place, with his eyebrows furrowing and as indicated with the speed in which he gets in his new BMW.

“Chick-Fil-A.” He mumbles, pressing the start button on his car.

“Unbelievable. You want to go to Chick-Fil-A? ” you scoff. “We always go to Chick-Fil-A. Don’t you ever get tired of chicken?” 

Granted, it’s been months since you’ve been there together, but you at least expected some variety. There’s been a lot of buzz about the Popeyes chicken sandwiches these days. 

“No, but I get tired of you whining about my food choice when you asked for my opinion in the first place.”

And just like that, like old times, you both bicker on the car ride to Chick-Fil, this time about chicken sandwiches.

When you finally get to Chick-Fil-A, you manage to order your food without any major altercations, save a blazing glare you shoot Jeno when he says “Ranch is disgusting” when you ask for it to go with your nuggets.

As you sit down and dig into your food, you attempt to make small talk about your post high school plans. 

“University of Buffalo?” you say with a mouthful of fries. “I thought you wanted to stay in state.”

“Yeah I do. But I thought it would be smart to keep some options open” 

“Lee Jeno, keeping his options open? Being prepared?” you tease.

His cheeks flush in embarrassment, and you can’t help but admire how pretty he looks, with sunlight shining on his frame. His lashes are long, and with the way the light is hitting his face, his brown eyes are like pools of  dark honey.

Suddenly becoming hypersensitive to the boy in front of you, and you quickly change the subject. 

“How’s your cousin Jinyoung? I haven’t seen him since I last visited your aunt’s restaurant. He was nice enough to me some free dishes off the menu. I told him he needs any help with his college applications he can ask me.”

Jeno stays quiet, picking at his food as you blab about his cousin. Although you’ve only met him once when he came to visit from New York City, he was a sweet boy and you guys kept in contact. Dismissing it as part of Jeno’s natural propensity towards being quiet, you chatter on for a little while longer until you ask him, “why aren’t you saying anything?”

“Jinyoung died four months ago.” He says in a low voice, lowering his gaze to his lap.

Although there were a handful of others eating their lunch in the restaurant, you can barely process the background chatter as a small noise begins to ring in your ears. “What happened?”

“He was diagnosed with cancer, but he didn’t really tell anyone, ” he said in between sips of his drink . “he was in remission for a while but it came back really bad.”

“He has a younger sister right? It must be hitting her really hard.”

Jeno stays quiet as you fall silent, fidgeting with your fingers on the wooden table. Both of you don’t have much to say as your eyes begin to water in the middle of a Chick-Fil-A. 

Jeno places his hand over yours in comfort as he looks out the window. Life is short, and you can’t help but think how much time you have with him. 

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Weeks pass, and although Jaemin isn’t exactly overjoyed about the fact that you’ve been seeing Jeno regularly again, he accepts it as what he understands it is--two friends reconciling and just hanging out, which you are eternally grateful for. The issue is that being friends with Jeno is never being just friends. You two have too much history for that. Everyday, the bottled feelings left unresolved over the years are at risk of exploding at any moment--it’s only a matter of time. 

You know you’ve got it bad when you find yourself checking your phone for his messages, or smiling at the thought of him. It’s everything--from the way he picks you up in minutes after an argument with your mom, to the way he drapes his heavy lined jean jacket over you during a particularly cold night.  No matter how hard you tried to suppress it, or how much you thought it would work, it was already over from the start. Even earlier when you two acted like strangers and the days you never even thought onnce about him, he was still in your dreams at night. But this time, Jeno is very much real, and alive in the flesh in front of you. And you don’t know if you want to admit to yourself that these feelings for Jeno are also very much real.

You finally decide to tell him when college decisions come out, after you get into your dream University. Graduation was nearing and it meant new beginnings. No matter how deeply rooted Jeno was in your heart, you needed to let go of the things that were holding you back. At least, it's what you’re telling yourself.

“Jeno...” your voice falters, “I can’t keep doing this with you..”

There’s an unspoken understanding between you two as Jeno runs his fingers through your hair to soothe you, and tells you not to cry while you cry. It’s the middle of the night when you tell him you love him. You should be home. You should be with Jaemin.

On the car ride home, Jeno stays silent.

                                                              …

Jeno calls you when you get home to check on you. When you start to cry again he stays silent for a moment.“Don’t be sad’ he murmurs. We have a lifetime to figure things out.” 

You only cry harder at his words. 

When your sniffles begin to subside, and you’re sound asleep in no time (not a surprise to Jeno, considering all the emotional turmoil you’ve faced tonight) Jeno sighs. He can’t help but feel selfish. Every time you tell him you want nothing more for him to be happy, Jeno’s moral compass can’t help but tear a little at the seams. You seem unaware that to him, happiness is being with you. But Jeno can’t have you. He knows that. They say that if you really love something, you need to let it go. But this is something he isn’t ready to let go of just yet. 

A few weeks ago when you two went out to eat, he notices that he always lets you choose the song on the way there, and what you want from the menu. 

“You know all the things we’re ordering are yours right?”

 You begin to apologize, but you’re soon distracted by the special drink menu the waiter drops on the table.

When your eyes light up at the silly lightbulb boba drink you plan to take home to  your sister, Jeno just sighs and pays for the meal. 

On the car ride home, your shared favorite songs play, and he doesn’t say a word to you. Jeno isn’t the best driver, and you vocalize that by nearly blowing his ear off when he brakes a little too fast at the red stop light. When you grab his hand for support, he lingers a little longer before he lets go. Like usual, he panders around your neighborhood when your house draws close, purposely taking the long way home. Jeno thinks about it some more when he waits for you to walk through the door of your house before driving off.  

Jeno always tells you he loves you when it’s too late. When you get your first boyfriend, he gets a girlfriend and tries to forget about you. It’s painfully obvious how he feels when he not so jokingly tells you to dump that “skinny bean pole” for him. He hates himself for taking you for granted when you broke up with said boyfriend around the time his girlfriend dumps him, telling him “I know you just aren’t happy”. For telling Renjun “Don’t worry about it, I know she loves me.” when he tried to warn him about Jaemin’s budding romance with you, even pleaded for him to make his move. It seems that everyone knows what to do with his feelings better than himself, and all he knows how to do is reap the consequences. 

He usually doesn’t have much to say. But tonight, over the phone, he tells you that he loves you. He tells you that he sees you in his future, and to him, you’re like no other. Jeno tells you that he knows you never meant to hurt him, but he’s been hurting for a while, and he can’t stand to see you with someone else.

But you’re asleep, and you can’t hear him. For the longest time, Jeno has wanted so badly to show you his whole heart. This situation you two are in  isn’t what he wants and he knows you feel the same. He wants to stop being on his Mac Demarco shit, to man up and tell you clearly how he really feels, and maybe, have you be his girlfriend, you know-- instead of messing with some other guy’s girl. 

Even through all of this, Jeno has learned a little secret about love. To love you was never about having you. 

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Twirling in your red dress, your arm wraps around Jaemin’s neck. It’s prom, and graduation is right around the corner.  Smiling, you think to yourself that you have finally succeeded, the end is near. Laughing, gazing, looking up at a face smiling back. But for a split second, you don’t see Jaemin’s face in front of you. You see Jeno. 

The memory of the first day, when his laugh over the phone meant something more to you. His voice brings about some of the happiest times you’ve ever known. Memories of the small moments--late nights--a soft smile--a teasing voice--the warm heat on your face in the midst of a teasing comment, and a boy with a subtle charm to find the way through.

Spontaneous trips and laughter, the occasional periods of silence when the both of you were fed up--people who understood you two, but only enough to get in the way.

The light nod of your head when it first found its way to your shoulder, and the dull feeling of yearning it left when it was gone.

You’re at a children’s playground, and you whine about wanting to fly a kite even though you’re nearly 18. Jeno teases you for being a kid, and for even trying when there was hardly any wind out. When you suggest that he run from behind and try to fly the kite with you, you scold him for the third time that it would only work if he ran slower than you. Jeno laughs and you feel your heart tug a little.

You’re devastated, and when Jaemin asks you if something is wrong, all you do is rest your face in the crook of his neck. You don’t want him to see you crying. You hate yourself for doing this to him. You’re not really a religious person, but sometimes at night, staring into the darkness and slightly trembling, you ask God to make it stop. It hurts. You don’t know how it feels for Jeno. You knew every decision you would make wouldn’t be fair to anyone. What do you do? How will you know? Will you ever know?

You don’t want to admit that might have known all along. You know you’ve known all along. To you, there is no one like Jeno. There is no one like him you’ve ever met that has made you feel this way, and if you weren’t with him, then you would spend your entire life searching in vain. You want to be with him so badly, that when you think about it, your heart grows impossibly heavy. But at the same time, you feel free. The timing is never right. You’re with the wrong people. You’re doing it all wrong. He’s doing it all wrong. We’re doing it all wrong. 

You can’t stop thinking about him in the most difficult way. When you suppress him consciously, he shows up in your dreams, smiling, glowing. Ruffled hair, eye smile and all. You can’t help but think about him every night, and when you see something that reminds you of him. Jeno reminds you of everything sad, everything hard, and at the same time, everything easy. He makes your heart feel so heavy, but also at peace. When he told you that you two had a lifetime to figure it out, you want to believe that if it was meant to be, it would happen. But that’s the hardest part. You don’t know what will happen.

Right now, you know one thing, and you know that you love him. You love him so much it brings you to tears. It makes your hands tremble, your body tremble, your heart tremble. You have such a love for Jeno that even if it wasn’t meant to be you wouldn’t care. You want Jeno to be happy. You want him to be healthy, not do stupid shit, and you want him so badly to love you too, and it would be okay if that didn’t happen. You’ve been delaying it-- you always say to yourself and everyone else you need time. You’ll sit on it, think about it, leave it for later. But it’s been months, and years, and you’re right back at the starting point.

Everytime you tried to convince yourself you weren’t in love, it felt like a dark shadow would cast over you. Because every time you tried to convince yourself you weren’t in love, you realized every bit of you knew you were.

Jeno is your best friend, part of your happiness, and he is your first real love. It’s something you can say with a certainty you’ve never had before.

                                           …

Jeno can feel his heart tear into shreds when he sees you and Jaemin so close. You look beautiful. So beautiful. You’re going away to your dream college and he’ll be many, many miles away from you. Jeno’s cheeks prickle with warmth as his eyes begin to dappen. His heart sinks, just to bobble back up with an expected disbelief. He thought he knew what was coming. 

“There are other things to do without me.” he had told you in the car that night, but the truth is, Jeno doesn’t want to do anything without you. He’s loved you since he met you, and he’s not quite sure that will ever change.

It always hurts. but that's because love isn't perfect, Jeno thinks. He may move on days from now, maybe weeks from now, and could realize he never really loved you.

If he truly loves you, it's never going to be okay, but it will get better. It will get easier. He will be able to go on. 

You might creep into his mind years from now when he finally thought he was over you.

And that's okay, that's what love is.

 It's when his memories come back to him 5 years later, when he wonders how you're doing, maybe if you think about him a little too. But it won't hurt nearly as much and he will realize all that heartbreak did something to heal him.

It's always hard, he thinks, as he walks out of the Prom venue. But he promises himself that it will always get easier.

[youcantundothepast]

javid headcanons

hey so I haven’t updated in forever (I have reasons just not good ones ngl) (also I’ve been absent on all of my blogs so don’t think y’all are special ;))

but for now here are some wholesome Javid (modern) headcanons that aren’t really supposed to be anything in particular they’re just kind of cute

they skip around from high school to married life and everything in between

also this is so long because I love imagining my two pure boys in love

tw: idk why but there’s more cussing than usual (but I wouldn’t consider it excessive)

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- okay so first off, Davey is a mess

- like how does one date??? like he can barely stand his own life how can he share it with someone else????

- especially someone so perfect nice like Jack

- but this isn’t Jack’s first rodeo and God bless him he just smiles when Davey’s awkward and will kiss his cheek or something and Davey will never be sure how he landed someone so nice perfect

- they don’t like the hassle of splitting the bill on dates so they alternate on who pays for the date

- Davey brought Jack sunflowers once for his designated date day and on Jack’s next designated date day, Davey received a painting of said flowers

- as they continuously date, though, they begin learning each other’s favorite flowers

- like Jack loves stargazer lilies but Davey can’t have lilies because of Sarah’s cat, Cheerio (never forget Cheerio)

- Davey favorite flowers are baby’s breath

- on prom night, Sarah and Katherine surprise the two with matching stargazer/baby’s breath boutonniere and they just go soft

- OKAY BUT DAVEY GETS SO SAD AT THE END OF PROM NIGHT BECAUSE HE’LL HAVE TO THROW IT AWAY BECAUSE CHEERIO GETS INTO EVERYTHING SO HE JUST THROWS IT IN THE TRASH AND THEN ON HIS

- AND JACK’S WEDDING DAY, JACK SURPRISES HIM BY SHOWING THE TWO MATCHING BOUTONNIERES now pressed and dead BUT HE CAN’T HELP BUT BE SPEECHLESS BY HIS NOW HUSBAND AND AHHHH

- “wait... oh my God I kissed you that night after you went dumpster diving!”

- also real quick, Sarah is Davey’s “best man” and he’s all like Sarah, you can wear a dress, you don’t have to wear a suit like Jack’s best man (Crutchie)

- and Sarah just glared and is like “bitch don’t take this from me”

- she was the best looking in the wedding photos rocking her amazing suit btw

- but back to when they’re just bfs

- when they first start being together Davey isn’t really sure what to think because they’re more than friends, but is it right to say Jack’s his boyfriend yet? (they hadn’t even had their first kiss yet)

- so he goes for a few weeks with them just have a few dates (are they dates though???) until Jack calls him his boyfriend in front of the other newsies (because he can register Davey’s apprehensiveness so he makes the first move)

- and Davey is just like ???!!?!!

- “you- you just called me the-the” and he can’t even register at the moment because the heart eyes are strong

- and Jack is just grinning and is just like “yeah, I just called you the b word. That’s okay with you right?”

- And Davey could just melt into a puddle and is internally like “HOLY SHIT WTF WHAT IS GOING ON I AM GOING TO IMPLODE BEFORE I DESERVE THIS NERD” but he just holds Jack’s hand and kisses the top of it and is like “yeah, I consider you my b word too”

- then Race says whispers “my bitch” to Spot and ruins the whole moment

(okay that sounded so awkward with the whole b word thing but I really wanted to make that joke because I love that meme(?) so allow me)

- their first kiss took a lot of time to build up to, but they both wanted to make sure it’d be perfect so it was on their last day of Junior year and they just spend thirty seconds afterwards just staring into each other’s eyes with their foreheads touching while holding the other’s hands

- Katherine takes a picture of the “first kiss aftermath” posts it to instagram (with their permission) with the caption “FINALLY!!!” with a billion heart emojis

- everyone who didn’t know the two were together scream in the comments

- Jack has to make a follow up post of Davey kissing his cheek and him winking with a huge smile of his face with the caption “my boyfriend ❤️”

- Race, ofc, comments “I thought he was your bitch”

- they’re not really into PDA except simple hand holding and small pecks on lips/face every so often

- Jack’s favorite sign of affection is rubbing his thumb along the top of Davey’s hand especially when Davey gets really anxious because it helps him calm down and remember to breathe

- Davey loves to run his hands through Jack’s hair because it is so soft and sometimes Jack won’t cut it for a while and it’ll curl at the ends and Davey loves playing with them

- they usually only do this though when in private or around close friends because they feel like they’re shoving their relationship down people’s throats with obvious actions

- sometimes someone like Finch will fake gag and Katherine will punch him and he won’t do it again because damn Katherine punches hard

- Jack’s favorite dates are when they just order take out and sit on the couch all night to watch movies

- Jack has made Davey’s watch Brother Bear probably 300 times, but while Jack loves every second of the movie, Davey just smiles and powers through

- it is a good movie though (go watch it if you haven’t you are going to cry your eyes out)

- Davey likes to watch the action movies and superhero movies like Marvel

- (they totally went to see Infinity War and Davey was so broken after like he just stayed in bed cuddling with Jack for hours balling his eyes out)

- (then they went to see Ant-man and the Wasp and the cycle repeated)

- Davey’s favorite dates though are packing some sandwiches and apples/chips and just going to the park and having a picnic or going stargazing

- in NYC, they don’t see many stars so for Davey’s birthday, Jack picked him up in the middle of the night once and drove them to the middle of nowhere to stargaze

- for Jack’s birthday, Davey wants to do something special, but isn’t really sure what to do until Sarah gives him an idea

- it’s Jack’s 18th birthday so he gets a big box and fills it up with “18 things I love about you” and Jack cries reading the little notes Davey writes

- it’s things like a box of new color pencils with a note saying “you add so much color to the lives of everyone you meet” and also a fidget spinner with a note taped on saying “once start something, you won’t quit until it’s finished. but you also get annoying pretty quick ;)” so it’s just a bunch of useless junk but the sentiment and thoughtfulness of it is what makes it special

- did I say Jack cried? I meant to say Jack BAWLED

- like some of the little tear marks never came out of the pieces of paper

- when they decide they want to get married, they just kind of propose to each other

- like one night they are just like “hey, here’s a wild idea, but I love you like a lot and want to spend the rest of my days with you so let’s get married”

- and a month later, they surprise each other with rings so they both have engagement rings

- (low key inspired by AKB/Scott Bixby because that shit is adorable)

- but every relationship has to have some turbulence but it took me a while to come up with something because I don’t want these boys to be mad at each other :(

- so first off, they don’t argue long about the stupid stuff because they realized early that none of that is worth it because they make each other happy and that’s rare to come by these days

- but there are some persistent things they argue about ike Davey never taking care of himself (especially during their college days)

- poor boy doesn’t get enough sleep :(

- Jack’s hamartia is the fact that he can’t stand injustice/assholes

- so he’s often come home with a bloody lip or black eye

- Davey understands, but he wishes Jack wouldn’t get himself hurt so much

- (so they basically both have the same problem they just experience it in different ways)

- it’s when Jack calls Davey from jail when they have a big fight

tw: vague attempted sexual assault

- “A bar fight? What the hell, Jack?!”

- it was the worse Davey had ever seen him with his jaw swollen and bruises littering his whole body

- “Not my fault that motherfucker-“

- “You can’t just fight anyone who is rude or is racist! I hate people like that too, but you can’t punch them a few times and expect them to change in an instant. Some fights you just shouldn’t pick!”

- Jack had never seen Davey so mad so he takes a deep breath and reaches through the bars of the holding cell and grabs Davey’s shoulder calmly

- “Dave... the drink was drugged. I saw the guy put somethin in the woman’s drink when I was passin by the bar. I warned her, but then he came up and started makin a scene. Started making him the victim. He practically demanded that I let him take the girl home as if I could give him permission. Poor girl was so shocked and scared, and he wasn’t backin off. It was just me and him for a while and then his buddies showed up. Some other people tried to help me, and then the cops showed up. Fuckers pinned it all on me and I was in here before I could even let a word out.”

- Davey is speechless by Jack’s story and he was pretty sure he fell in love all over again

- “I jus hope that girl’s okay. She was cryin when I was being put into car in handcuffs. The other guy was only brought in for questioning. Said I was the one who started it and they believed me, saying only kids my age would start trouble like that. Apparently he’s a mechanic at the building down the road. Probably gives these cops discounts or somethin. It’s a load of shit if you ask me.”

- “I know, Jack. Let’s just get you out of here so you can heal up. Knowing you, you’ll probably have another black eye soon enough. Have to heal this one up so you don’t keep the next one waiting.”

- when they’re in their car, Davey reaches across and kisses his swollen jaw

- “I’m sorry about yelling at you, I didn’t know. You’re an amazing person, I should’ve known you wouldn’t just get in a random fight.”

tw over

- ahhh they’re so in love!!!!

- the best thing though is that they’re each other’s support systems

- like every night they go to bed and just cuddle and whenever one has had a bad day, the other will just open their arms and hug them and kiss them for as long as they need

- there’s just so much reassurance and small little compliments between the two

- a lot of stuff has happened during their lives and sometimes it just catches up to them, but the other is always there to catch him

- it’s just full of all-rounded, pure-hearted goodness