#i am rotating him around in my brain like a rotisserie chicken he is the character of all time

[lizardson]

im obsessed with mike walters he's gay he's a cowboy he's the bear he's never made a normal decision in his life he's cut off so many limbs he's the most and least killable man in the universe he's an anarcho communist he dropped his boyfriend husband into the pacific ocean he eats a normal amount of biscuits and gravy what a guy

[lorelune]

I'm blaming you (positive) for the fact that I can't stop rotating Jing Yuan like a rotisserie chicken in my head. I have been thinking about him for WEEKS. I have reread cicatrix and o4o more times than is probably healthy. When I have downtime I find myself giggling kicking my feet thinking about Jing Yuan. I am going to try to pull him again even though last time he dodged me. I don't NEED him on my account but by god do I WANT him on my account.

what have you done to me

ANOOON. im holding your hand. i understand... the way that man rotates around the brain is so criminal. i understand completely. INCLUDING THE FEET KICKING!! he makes it so easily too TRULLLY. im glad you've enjoyed the pieces ive cooked up for him :3c I HOPE HE COMES HOME FOR U!! manifesting for you!!! he is such eye candy in game... you can LITERALLY rotate him around!!!! l

[captain-hawks]

dee i am screeeeaming thinking about beach volleyball suna and rotating him in my brain like a rotisserie chicken. the possibilities….!!!

like maybe you’re local to the town while he visits every summer, and you were the best there until the year he showed up which is why you can’t stand him. but he thinks you’re really talented and has no idea what this weird one-sided beef is- or even better, has no idea you have beef with him at all!

or…OR maaaybe you guys both grew up there and were childhood friends/vb partners until he moved away, now he’s back but you hate him and how stupid good(looking) he’s gotten. and i love the idea that maybe you were a bit tomboyish as a child, but now you’ve outgrown the baggy sportswear and the whole time you’re seething about being paired with him he’s trying (but not that hard) to keep his eyes off all your newly exposed skin. he does well to keep cool but god help him if he catches a glimpse of a tan line

either way, i strongly believe this is prime entertainment for everyone else and they start placing bets

sorry omg i feel like i just. saw your post and started sprinting eek

NONNIE ILY thank u for bouncing off into the wind with my chaotic little brain cell. you get me!! you understand the ridiculously enticing nature of this scenario.

i love both concepts. especially the one-sided beef, because suna's definitely flirting with you, and it just makes you even more mad because the antagonistic narrative in your head is so convoluted you're convinced he's just doing it to be patronizing!

and the childhood vb partners?? suna fighting for his life trying not to get a mid-game boner when you show up in a sports bra?????? your absolute spiral of misery when you belatedly realize the reason that you're so annoyed by all of the attention he seems to be getting from girls now is because you're jealous?

mentally, i'm now herding suna around in my brain, chasing after him with a megaphone and a clapperboard.

[possessionisamyth]

no sorry im tempting you on purpose :) pls say more

i want those leon to hold back carlos’s hair while he sucks his dick, i want leon to sit on carlos’s face, i want both them to get competitive and try to prove they can hold up the other against the wall while fucking them, etc etc

Anon, I am at work right now.

But they don't pay me enough to not be on my phone, so letsa go. Sorry for the typos~ :)

Firstly you're right, and in addition I think Leon would be unabashedly horny for Carlos. I think he asks Carlos to send nudes or videos of him jerking off when they're away from each other, and Carlos only says no because the idea of leaving that kind of digital footprint makes him uncomfortable. He trusts Leon would keep it to himself, but Leon has lost phones on the job before and the mere "what if someone cracks it open" keeps Carlos from indulging him.

I think Carlos has a lot of toys because there's more variety in the US due to all the local sellers being easy to access online, and he thinks of Leon while he stuffs himself with two at a time. It has to be two or else he takes longer to get off. There's lube and sweat dripping down his hairy balls to the bed when he's done.

Other than that, I don't think they're very kinky when it comes to implementing tools. Handcuffs and ropes are a general no no because of their personal bad history with them on the job, but physically restraining each other with hands and grappling is 10000% okay and enjoyed.

Leon absolutely manhandles Carlos, and Carlos loves it because he's a big boy and it's hard to find people who could no less would do that to him. Carlos manhandles Leon just as easily, but it's usually to get Leon's cock into his mouth because you're so so right about him sitting on Carlos' face and getting his dick sucked. The messier the better. Leon's also very flexible and it's a turn on for Carlos to see how much he can bend Leon's legs into a press or a split.

Carlos chest and stomach is just covered in hair meaning it sucks when cum dries in it, so Leon always licks him clean instead of using the wet wipes they have in a night stand table specifically for the purpose of quick clean up. Leon likes the contrasting textures on his tongue and sucking on Carlos' tits, and if he's in the mood and there's enough lube he'll slip Carlos' cock up his own ass. They don't even have to fuck. Leon is into cock warming from either position, but Carlos usually gets impatient about cock warming from either position so it's a toss up how long he'll tolerate it.

Leon loves fucking his fingers into Carlos' mouth in general, but if it's after a handjob/blowjob it's just to spread the cum around. Carlos could be sitting in a chair a certain way and suddenly have Leon pressing his nose into his crotch and gripping his thighs to keep him from standing up or moving away. He'll also grab Carlos before he can get in the shower and buries his nose in his neck or his armpit because Leon's just!!! Augh!!!!

Leon loves Carlos eating his ass because the beard burn gets him off faster. They switched to silicone or oil based lubes when not using toys because even after Carlos and Leon cum, Leon can't help fingering Carlos' hole until Carlos shoves him away or is too weak to make anymore noises. And Carlos isn't very vocal during sex, so the clear silence tells Leon he's just completely gone on pleasure and overstimulated.

When one of them gets back from work based travel that takes longer than a couple months to finish, they sleep off the jetlag, and the next night there's like several bottles of water on the nightstand before Leon is doing his damnedest to make Carlos a shaking, shivering mess. One time they got a bottle of (thankfully) water based lube confused for an actual water bottle once in their rush and later switched to the lube that looks like cum to prevent repeat incidents.

Is this what you wanted!!!!!? I'm going feral here!!!!!! I'm rotating them in my brain like rotisserie chicken because writing all this has only given me more ideas!!!!!!!!!!

[scaredpigeons]

I AM CRASHING INTO YOUR ASKBOX AND GIVING YOU ALL THE HOT CHOCOLATE AND SWEETS!!!

Ok I can explain. So I actually found you through your Neuvillette fic! He's my favorite character and I constantly am rotating him around my brain like a rotisserie chicken HOWEVER. this isn't just about Aqua Regia.

I loved it. It was wonderful and I followed it from start to finish it LIVES RENT FREE IN MY MIND YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND ITS SO GOOD!! I have sent it to ALL my friends that tolerate me rambling about him, but what really made me want to send you an ask was your Zhongli fic!

I saw you were a little hesitant about the different type of Mc you wanted to write about, but I love them so so much. I see and relate to them like AUGH. I get it, a more vulnerable anxiety low self esteem feeling. I dealt with the for so long and it's STILL there sometimes. But they are so cute. Sunrise, Crystalize is precious. Its comforting and fun and any fic with granny is a wonderful fic. I don't even LIKE Zhongli. But this is so sweet, it's so wonderful, I love it... I just wanted to let you know <3

As for ideas. Listen that ending made me so darn happy I have none. No thoughts head empty only cute story remains. Also this is just a me thing but I love that Reader is a florist... Ideal job. Love them, I would take them on a date before Zhongli asks them out. Just saying.

Jokes about stealing zhongli's crush aside, please have a wonderful timezone! 🌸🐉

YOU LISTEN RIGHT HERE YOU FEIND—

How dare you come into my inbox and anonymously shatter my heart into a million little pathetic pieces in the best way possible.

Thank you so much, you have no idea how much your words mean to me.

Sunrise, Crystallize is far from over— I’m currently working on part two: which will play a lot into zhongli helping reader figure out her vision. A concept not really touched on in a lot of fics.

I definitely have some more one shot smut pieces thought out for Aqua Regia too, so please keep an eye out for those in the near future. :))))

The fact that you guys like my stories enough to actually send things like this makes my heart melt. I’m so incredibly grateful and in love with each and every one of you. I don’t know how to act. I’m laying in bed biting my piplup squishmallow and kicking my feet like a crazed schoolgirl.

[officialgleamstar]

i completely forgot u like naddpod also thats so cool :-33 it makes me go !!!! when i see it on the dash... remind me some other time to tell u abt my naddpod aus i miss my silly guys

AAAAAAAA i literally LOVE naddpod! im like. super into a Lot of dungeons and dragons play shows, but naddpod is probably my favorite! (despite it not being The Hyperfixation. i recognize that i am 10000% a dungeons and daddies girlie and i accept that with pride.) my favorite campaign is trinyvale, jens is just like. oh my god i love jens. hes so miserable to be around. and nyack is my little projection machine... cant eat salad! or feel valid! nyack of the rana'for ☺️☺️ hes so so me. AND ONYX IS MY WIFE. so high on the list of "women who i want to ruin my life" shes so fucking funny bghjdfbhj

i also seriously love bahumia though! beverly is my little guy of all time. like. i used to draw him constantly when i was still in school, he was all over all of my papers bfdhjgbhjfdbhj i still draw him whenever it occurs to me! rotating him in my brain like a rotisserie chicken. hes my son boy and my comfort character and my blorbo. little guy of all time!!!

BUT YEAH PLEASE tell me all about your naddpod aus!! im only partway through eldermourne rn, so im not sure what happens in ba2umia, but i can talk about literally anything else! ive seen the mavrus chronicles, and the bahumia/trinyvale crossover, etc etc. i love to talk about naddpod because i cant really go in the tags without stumbling into spoilers for ba2umia bjdhfbghjfdbhj which makes me sad because i want to look at hardwon but oh well :D i'll get there soon!

[littleladymab]

FebruarOC - Uriah

Hey hi hello did you know i'm obsessed with this guy? As I said in SWBC, I can't stop spinning him around like a rotisserie chicken in my head. 

I created his counterpart Kaedmon a few months ago (and I'll talk about her at the end of the month as a bonus character) and came up with Uriah in January! He's only slightly less new than Quin and Horatio, but I named them all at the same time. 

For January in SWBC, we read Phasma. My thoughts on the book aside, the framing narrative was someone in the First Order apprehended a Resistance pilot and then fudged the paperwork or something I guess so that there was no record of her being arrested and held on the ship and dragged her away to question her about Phasma. I have so many questions, but the biggest one came down to: Why are you going to nickname your rival Resistance spy/pilot Starling and the all-red armored NOT Elrik Vonreg from SW Resistance First Order guy Cardinal and NOT DO ANYTHING ABOUT THAT? Honestly I got a lot more mad about that than I did anything else in the book, because everything else I just shrugged off but that was the biggest missed opportunity. Also his "I love the First Order and everything it stands for" to "what am I doing with my life (but I still love the first order)" took a grand total of like 48 hours TOPS and wasn't... good. It just wasn't well done. 

So I came away from that book CRAVING spy v spy content. And, well, my Jedi OC is also a Fulcrum agent, so like, it made sense, right, to then make an ISB agent to be against her? 

I settled on his ISB designation before I did a name and it was mostly as a joke that had made sense to me at the time?? But now he's ISB-789 and Kaedmon calls him "Hungry 8's" and when he goes "???" she says "you know, because seven ate nine?" and he asks "Not to encourage this but then shouldn't I be hungry 7's?" and she says "No :)"

He's 20 at the end of the clone wars, and a full agent of ISB by 25, so that makes him about 40 by the end of the galactic civil war. He's from a planet at the far end of the Outer Rim, close to Wild Space but still part of the imperial "jurisdiction" (I haven't settled on any currently existing planet or not), but because he's great with accents to help him blend in, he's able to immediately adapt the core world accent. (he's not that great with the languages tho) He has a younger sister who he helped put through a fancy school on Coruscant and she's a nature photographer; their parents still live back on their home planet, despite Uriah offering to help them live in the Empire. 

More recently for SWBC we read Battlefront II: Inferno Squad and that is truly what made me start rotating him around even faster in my brain -- they're not ISB, but they're working for ISB and they go undercover into a rebel op to try and destroy it and/or find a data leak and now THAT IS THE SPY SHIT I WANTED and so instead of creating a character out of frustration I just started spinning him at warp speeds to pick up any of the stray pieces of inspo floating around. But more to the point, it was a good exercise at listening to Imperial minds in a way that didn't make them see like big joke clowns like can happen. 

So it'll be fun to lean into that when writing for Uriah because you get to see him fully believing in what he's working for, as a field operative infiltrating smuggling rings and drug gangs etc to make the galaxy a better place in the early part of the Empire -- but then as it goes on longer and longer and he gets more involved (tangentially) with the rebellion through Kaedmon, and ISB/the empire being less and less interested in investigating corruption in certain aspects, that building disillusion with their place and so on. 

And not to "diversity win!" the empire, but he's a trans guy! He gave himself the gift of top surgery after being accepted into the Imperial Academy. 

In my thoughts about how they interact with canon, I did jot down that Uriah probably knows Kallus as they're about the same age and ISB agents -- though while Kallus went on to be as you see him in Rebels, Uriah does mostly undercover work. So when Kallus joins the Rebels, Kaedmon will get to know him... and when Uriah finds out that Kallus is also Fulcrum, he about loses his whole damn mind and probably pulls a muscle laughing so hard. 

I did write like 2200 words of an outline for him and Kaedmon, and I was fully going to sit down and write how the two of them met but my brain has been absent like all evening so I'll probably do a double big drabble for the two of them at the end of the month.

[post3l]

i wanna rotate p3 like a rotisserie chicken

i am always rotating him like that in my mind. hes my little screensaver... my little lab mouse. my private jester that dances and jokes around in my brain when i so desire.

[marinecorvid]

Hey! First of all I love your art! Second of all its nice to know my favorite pokemon community hasn't died yet😃 and third! Who is your favorite ranger villain and why! I've always loved red eyes, my dumbbutt has had a crush on him since I was 7 and first got the game but no that im older, a literal adult, ive really started to have a soft spot for purple eyes😅

thank you!!! Pokemon ranger has had my brain in a vicegrip since around uhh the age of 10? 10-ish and as the years have gone by it is increasingly obvious it does not intend to let go anytime soon

Favorite Pokemon villains: hmm fan of Kincaid when i was younger (bc Shadows of Almia was my first ranger game) but since Guardian Signs has long become my favorite (in which Red Eyes was my favorite villain, for a while – he had the shadow the hedgehog appeal of being edgy and blowing stuff up but also being Not Terrible in post game. Young emo-goff me thought he was the coolest. His expressions in the manga give me life).

Circa-14/15 yo me also latched onto Purple Eyes (when me and my partner were on n off working on post-post game fanfic, in which he causes trouble for the gang one last time) and present day me just thinks there’s equal horror and comedy potential there. He’s got next to no moral lines he won’t cross. Completely self serving. Extraordinarily dramatic. Extraordinarily smug – not necessarily without merit, he’s mostly competent in his methods that would be terrifying in a media more serious than the Pokemon world – but seeing him brag about how he’s the pinnacle of the Pinchers and then giving him the standard treatment (smackdown without mercy via baby Pichu with ukulele) is very funny. Seeing him take control of the Golden Armor and killing your dad Rand is terrifying in-universe. Working for him must’ve been wild; I just know Red and Blue Eyes would shittalk him in the submarine break room and very hastily change the subject when they hear him outside. Two supervisors and their manager from hell who all hate each other but have been working with each other for so long they’re mostly desensitized to it, and are all united against customers pokemon rangers. He tries to kill off all of humanity by taunting Arceus in a bonus wifi mission and gets dragged to hell for his efforts. He's a guy I am rotating in my head like a rotisserie chicken

(All that being said, I have a habit of trying to humanize villains and view Guardian Signs through 15 layers of headcanon at this point, and my current subject of nitpicking + appreciation is Ed – I like to consider what drives people to do the things they do, and figure out why he might want to take over the world + desperate drive for immortality + genuine regard for human life + willingness to blow up an (uninhabited) island? and how it all fits together)

Final thoughts: I want to watch a The Office-style mockumentary of what it was like working in the pinchers

[kikunai]

I desperately want to write a whole tale focusing on Dir. House but

1. Idk what the hell I’d write about and

2. I’m a full time college student and it’s finals season

So he’s gonna be in my brain throwing stuff around as I try to think of an idea

im probably the worst person for asking writing advice (im never written anything other than maybe translation stuff) but

-rotate him in your head like a rotisserie chicken (brainrot)

-don't know if you've already read it but there are some solid characterisation in the april fools tale that you can build your tale on

-honestly speaking go talk to the lads in /r/scpdeclassified discord. lots of talented writers in there that would offer more help than me, a random tumblrina

and good luck with college! am also struggling with that so i know how it feels d(;u;)

[spacetelescopess]

Hello! I might be here a lot so just look out for me, but I was wondering what TWST character is your favorite and why? Have a good day/night!

~Sol

hi sol!

my favorite is absolutely 100% vil. he's been my fav from day one and he's the one that got me into twst. i saw one picture of him and every synapse in my brain lit up like a christmas tree. every day of my life he rotates in my head like a rotisserie chicken

for one, i find him funny. i like his attitude and how confident he is - he's the shit, he knows it, and if you don't know it, you will. his passion and dedication and the way he manhandles people into self improvement is just... good. he's good. i love him.

his interactions with other characters are just so charming and when i got to pomefoire and he was bossing around yuu in ramshackle i was just like. god i wish that were me.

his gnc charms have bewitched me body and soul... to see a male character openly express in traditionally feminine ways and use feminine terminology for himself just hits. and he isn't embarrassed about this! this is portrayed as a good thing! vil is awesome and he's treated that way by the narrative!!

he's perfect. i'm sleep deprived and neurotic and disheveled all of the time. i need him to fix me

in conclusion i am in love with him. he's my girlfriend. he's my best friend. i forgive him for his crimes

[set-phasers-to-whump]

"make me"

prompt: "make me"

whumpee: illya kuryakin

fandom: the man from uncle

here is Another illya whump fic this month...i can't stop lmao. anyways i am super happy with the way this fic turned out! i hope you like it :) also notes it's set really soon after the movie and is pretty solidly pre ship napoleon/illya but i don't know that it Has to be read that way, you feel me?

After Istanbul, the newly-formed UNCLE team had traveled to London, riding the high of a mission gone perfectly right. In no small part thanks to this fact, both the CIA and KGB had deigned to allow their respective agents to remain under Waverly’s employ for a while longer. This would mean, Waverly had explained, that all three agents would relocate to London and report directly and firstly to him. 

Illya had not been so sure about this. Being a KGB agent under British control could either go very wrong or very right, with the outcome depending very little upon Illya himself. 

But orders are orders. In this business, there is no such thing as making a choice. And so Illya (along with Solo and Gaby) had moved to London a week ago. 

It is…nice. The building. The neighborhood. He is not sure that he likes it, exactly. But it’s nice. 

What is less nice is that Solo and Gaby live here, too. On different floors, but still. He cannot help but feel that it is a bit foolish for Waverly to house all of his agents in one place. Especially when two of those agents are constantly knocking on his door and inviting him to dinner or drinks or to play a game of chess. 

They work together, this is all. And only barely. They are not friends. It is not a good idea to become too…involved with each other. 

Not that it stops the other two from trying. 

--

Illya wakes to someone pounding on his door. The pounding echoes around in his head and makes it very difficult to hear the voice shouting to him. 

“Peril? You alive in there?” are the first clear words he hears. 

He sits up slowly. His head is still pounding and feels sort of like it’s been stuffed with cotton. He’s sweaty but he’s cold. His chest aches. He’s tired even though he only just woke up. 

He’s sick. 

It’s fine. 

He is used to working through minor discomforts. Bruised ribs, a broken ankle, the flu, his mother’s death. Spy work stops for nothing. 

He gets out of bed and has to grab the edge of the nightstand to keep from falling to the floor. His legs ache like he’s just run a marathon. His head spins. 

He’s fine. 

He half-staggers to the front door, looks through the peephole on the off chance that Solo has decided to leave him alone, then reluctantly opens the door when he sees his new partner standing there looking like he has no intention of leaving. 

“What,” he says flatly, standing in the doorway so that Solo won’t consider himself invited inside. 

Solo pushes past him anyway. “I brought breakfast,” he says, by way of greeting. Illya looks at his hands, which hold a paper bag. 

“Why,” Illya says, in the same flat voice. He’s aware he’s not being very hospitable, but can’t be bothered to care. What is Solo doing here, anyway? 

“Because you’ve been avoiding doing things with Gaby and me, and while I get the whole ‘lone wolf’ thing you've got going on, it’s not exactly good for team morale. So I brought bagels and I’m not leaving until we’ve eaten them.”

Illya, sensing that he doesn’t have much of a choice in the matter, pulls the door closed behind Solo. 

“Where is Gaby?” he asks. 

Solo raises an eyebrow at him. “At training. Waverly told us yesterday.”

Oh. He does remember that, actually. It must be the fever interfering with his memory. He needs to focus. Breakfast might help with that, he supposes reluctantly. 

Solo finds his way to Illya’s small kitchen table on his own. “The layout of all of our apartments is exactly the same,” he observes. “Where’s the fun in that? I think I need to do some rearranging.”

Illya hums in response and settles down into a chair. Solo opens the bag and passes him a bagel filled with cream cheese. Illya stares at it. It makes him hungry and nauseous in equal measures. 

Solo takes a bite of his own bagel and stares across the table at Illya. “What, don’t tell me you don’t like bagels,” he says, mouth full. 

Illya half-reluctantly begins to eat. 

The bagel, annoyingly, is delicious. Of course it is. Solo gives him a self-satisfied look. 

“So,” he says. “What do you like to do for fun?”

Illya blinks long and hard. What kind of question is that?

“I play chess.” 

He sets the bagel down. He does not think he can eat any more. 

“Besides that,” Solo prods, already halfway done with his food.

He can’t think of anything. He’s tired. His stomach hurts. He wants to be left alone. 

“Hey,” Solo says, and there’s a different note in his voice now. 

Illya looks up at him, resisting the impulse to rest his head on his hands. 

“Are you feeling okay?”

Illya continues staring. He should lie and say yes, like he has done every single time someone has asked him this question in the past twenty years. 

Something prevents him from saying a thing. 

Solo is touching him. There’s a hand on his forehead. He hadn’t registered the movement. He instinctively moves backwards from the touch, nearly falling out of his chair. 

Solo’s next to him, then, hands on his shoulders. It takes Illya an uncharacteristically long amount of time to realize that Solo’s hands are very likely the only thing preventing him from hitting the ground. 

“Are you okay?” Solo asks again. “And don’t even think about saying yes. I can feel you burning up through your shirt.”

“Go away,” Illya mutters, feeling too bad to even care about how petulant he sounds. He just wants to be left alone. He wants to sleep. Everything feels bad. 

“Not happening. Tell me what’s wrong.”

Illya says nothing. Solo sighs beside him, his breath uncomfortably warm on Illya’s skin. 

“Alright, I’m leaving,” he says. 

That is…unexpected. Not that Illya is going to complain. 

“Goodbye.”

He watches Solo leave, not satisfied that he’s actually going until the door clicks behind him. 

Illya shoves himself up from the table and shuffles across the floor to lock the door. Then he stumbles to his bedroom and flops down onto the bed, not bothering to close the door or even climb under the covers. 

He’s asleep in seconds anyway. 

--

He wakes up freezing. Something is touching him on the forehead. Something cold and damp. 

He opens his eyes. It’s pleasantly dim in his room. He’s covered by a blanket, but it feels different to his own. It smells different, too. Like…

“Good morning. Or afternoon, really.”

Solo. 

Illya struggles to sit up. The thing on his forehead slowly slips off, leaving a trail of dampness down his face. It lands on the not-his blanket, revealing itself to be a washcloth that is also not his. 

“You feeling any better?” Solo asks. His voice is strangely quiet. Illya does not like it. He does not understand why Solo is here. 

He cannot honestly answer yes to Solo’s question, however. He’s dizzy from sitting up. His head still aches. For that matter, so does the rest of his body. The nausea is less prominent than it had been before, but it’s still irritatingly present. He feels awful. He isn’t supposed to, but he does. There’s a pressure building in his head, centered behind his eyes. He closes them in hopes of alleviating it. 

“Peril?”

“Please leave,” Illya says. His voice is far too quiet and shaky, but at least it’s working. He wants to be left alone. He does not know how else to suffer. 

“You’re still too hot,” Solo says in response, pressing a hand to Illya’s forehead. “Sit up a little bit?”

For some unknown reason, Illya listens. Solo shoves a pillow behind his back. Illya leans against it, propped up at a much more comfortable angle. Solo replaces the horribly cold, wet cloth. 

Illya really does not understand this. How is Solo even here? How did he get inside? Hadn’t he locked the door? And why is he here? Can’t he leave Illya to be miserable in peace? Why does he care? Even if they are partners now, they’re not friends. Solo has no reason to care for him like this. He can’t…he doesn’t know what to do with it. 

“Stop…caring about me,” he half-growls, his voice stronger than it has been all day. 

He hadn’t intended for it to come out quite so snappish and rude. It’s just. He doesn’t understand. No one has cared for him when he’s been sick or hurt since he was a small child. Only small children really need to be cared for, anyway. He’s an adult. This concern Solo has for him is overwhelming. It’s confusing. Inexplicable. 

“Make me.” 

There’s that already-familiar look of stubborn determination on Solo’s face. Illya gets the feeling that the only way he can make Solo stop is to knock him unconscious. 

He definitely doesn’t have the strength. 

“Okay. You can stay.”

Solo grins. Illya doesn’t think he’s seen Solo smile like this before. It’s…open. Simple. There’s nothing else behind it, no ulterior motive. And Solo is giving this smile to him?

He still doesn’t understand. 

“Why?” he asks. His voice comes out far too broken and weak. 

“Why am I here? Because I care about you, you idiot.”

“Why?”

Solo looks at him, a bit helpless. “Because you’re here,” he offers, after a moment of silence. “You’re sick, you’re my partner, you’re a person. Of course I care about you. Why shouldn’t I?”

Illya blinks. The pressure behind his eyes is back. His throat hurts. Solo’s hand is in his hair. It’s gentle, comforting. Illya shouldn’t like this. Shouldn’t want it. 

But he does. 

He leans into the touch, just a bit. His eyes slip closed. He stops thinking about what he should and should not want. 

He has this. Even if he still doesn’t quite know why. 

He falls back asleep with Solo’s hand still in his hair.

aaaa thank you for reading this!!! went a little insane writing it (in a very good way). yeah i am. i really liked writing this. i hope you enjoyed reading it!!

[jungshookz]

skate a little piece of my heart; jjk

➺ pairing; jeon jungkook x reader

➺ genre; rollerskatinginstructor!jungkook!! sfw!! fluff!! honk honk humour!! jungkook is a very handsome instructor and y/n can’t tell if that’s a bad thing or a good thing

➺ wordcount; 6.3k

➺ summary; your two left feet and complete lack of balance isn’t the only thing that’s making you weak in the knees this valentine’s day. 

➺ what to expect; “rollerskating is already hard enough as it is, and now i have to do it in front of him?!” 

➺ currently spinning on the record player; how deep is your love; bee gees

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“this is so dumb.”

“safety is never dumb, y/n!” taehyung raps his knuckles against the top of your helmet and you scowl before swatting his hand away, “now, where are your kneepads?”

you let out a groan before tilting your head back slowly, your eyes widening in slight panic at the surprisingly hefty weight of the helmet

your arms flail for a second and you immediately reach up to grip both sides of the helmet before forcing your head back up

jesus

you nearly snapped your own neck there

of course, snapping your own neck would mean not being able to skate because you’d technically be dead… so maybe that’s not such a bad idea after all…

(by the way, it’s concerning how many times you’ve considered literal death just to get out of doing something.)

“are you going to lift your leg for me or do i have to do everything for you?”

you look down to see taehyung down on the ground in front of you holding one of the knee pads and you frown lightly before lifting your leg and placing your sock-clad foot on his knee

“please tell me this is the last of the safety gear…” you whine, “tae, i literally look so dorky right now- no one else is wearing helmets or knee and elbow pads!” you gesture to seokjin and namjoon who are busy putting on their skates over on the other bench before scoffing lightly and crossing your arms 

if namjoon (arguably the klutziest one out of this group of people) isn’t even wearing a helmet, then what does that say about you??

you’ve seen him trip over nothing and scrape both his knees so why are you the only one wearing all of this junk?!

“i took you ice-skating over christmas and you fell flat on your ass more times than i could count, and you insisted that you didn’t need any safety equipment even though it was alarmingly clear that you did. i basically spent two hours making sure you didn’t die-” taehyung looks up at you with a raised brow, “do you want to fall and split your skull open in front of everyone?”

“if it means not having to gear up in all this dorkware- then, yes. i would love to have my brains splat across the rink in front of everyone. in fact, that would probably be less embarrassing-” you grumble, flinching slightly as taehyung suddenly yanks hard to tighten up your laces, “i’m an adult, taehyung! grown-ups don’t need to wear all of this!” 

“grown-ups don’t throw tantrums either, but here you are…” taehyung mutters under his breath, putting your foot down before giving your knee a slap, “perfect! we’re good to go!”

“yeah, yeah…” you reach under to scratch at your elbow only to feel your nails scrape against the smooth surface of the plastic protection shell and you resist the urge to rip it off out of frustration

taehyung decided that it’d be a great idea to bring everyone to a rollerskating rink for valentine’s day this year instead of… letting people go out to intimate dinners and celebrate on their own… because, quote, ‘i just want all of us to spend more time together, and what better day to do that then on valentine’s day?? …ooh, we should call it pal-entine’s day. ha! get it?? because we’re all pals-’

(he was dumped recently, so everyone’s kind of letting him run the ship for now. …basically, no one can say no to taehyung unless they want to see him burst into tears. he’s still in a very delicate state.)

but, honestly… a rollerskating rink!

out of all the places to go to!

you already have two left feet, so forcing said left feet into shoes with wheels is a horrible idea

“i think it’d be best if i just sat back and watched you guys!” you try for the umpteenth time to get taehyung to let you off the hook, “plus, they sell chilli dogs here and they actually smell really good and i kind of want to order one for myself even though it might end in me having to get my stomach pumped-” you gesture back towards the refreshments counter and taehyung shakes his head before sticking his hand out for you

“there’s plenty of time for you to scarf down a rubbery hotdog later- now, c’mon-”

“i don’t even know how to skate!”

“that’s fine, you’ll learn! it’ll be like riding a bicycle except you are the bicycle-”

“you know, i’m just going to be complaining the whole time, and it’s going to ruin your time here. honestly, tae, why am i here??”

“because i’m not emotionally stable enough to spend valentine’s day alone yet and i need to surround myself with as many people as possible otherwise i’m going to be alone with my thoughts and i’m going to spiral!” taehyung’s voice cracks as he snaps at you and you immediately press your lips together and avert your gaze, trying to ignore the weird glances the two of you are getting from the strangers around you

…

“okay, well-” you push yourself up off the bench before wobbling slightly and reaching over to grab onto taehyung’s arm for stability, “i don’t know about you, but i’m most certainly ready to tear up that rink!”

“perfect!” taehyung chirps, quickly reverting back to his ‘everything is fine and i’m definitely not dying on the inside’ state, “and don’t worry. rollerskating is much easier than ice-skating, so there’s less of a chance of you potentially embarrassing yourself here-” taehyung gives your hand a pat as the two of you shuffle your way towards the entrance gate, “trust me, you’ll get the hang of it as soon as you start!”

“you saw me on ice…” you snort, your knees already wobbling as you take your first step into the rink, “i really don’t think i’m going to be any better on wood-”

“well, lucky for you…” taehyung lets go of you and you immediately cling to the railing in panic, “i went ahead i hired an instructor for you!”

you frown as you pull one hand away and rub your fingers together 

god, why are the railings so sticky-

“you- woah, hold on a second-” you look up and over at taehyung with wide eyes when you finally catch on to what he just said, “i’m sorry, you did what?”

“what? i can’t stay by your side and watch you all night.” he shrugs, placing his hands on his hips as he stands in front of you, “we were moving so slowly on the ice that i was sure it was starting to melt underneath our skates-”

“you just told me you don’t want to be alone and now you’re handing me off to someone else instead of spending time with me??” you frown, manoeuvring your stance so that both your hands are gripping onto the railing behind your bum, “why force me to skate if you’re not doing it with me?”

“i mean, i obviously want to spend time with you, but i also don’t want to be skating, like, one mile an hour-” taehyung snorts, “i’m forcing you to skate so that one day, we can skate together without me having to worry about you slipping and sliding all over the place like a baby giraffe!”

“well, why can’t you teach me instead of paying for someone else to do it?”

a brief moment of silence passes as taehyung rolls over to get you to release your iron grip from the bars

“…because teaching you how to skate instead of actually spending time skating sounded really boring-” he mutters quickly, your eyes widening as you turn to look at him

“wha-”

“also-” he cuts you off, placing his hands on your hips from behind as he starts to roll you forwards slowly (though, you haven’t noticed this yet because you’re still focused on the fact that he didn’t want to teach you - you’re a great student!!), “there was a girl who kept smiling at me when i was strapping you up in all your gear, and i need to find out if i still have game or not-”

“this sounds more like you’re trying to fill the empty void inside of you with meaningless sex, which, by the way, isn’t a very healthy coping mechanism-” 

“i will fill this empty void inside of me in whichever way i want, thank you very much-” taehyung snorts, shaking his head, “plus, it’s too late to back out because the policy states that they don’t take refunds and he’s already here-”

“wait, what??” you immediately look back to the front, the fact that you are being rolled towards someone now sinking into your brain, “who- oh my god, stop rolling me-!”

taehyung’s fingers dig into your hips as he comes to a sudden halt, “what??”

“spin me around.” 

taehyung blinks before slowly turning you around so that you’re facing him and you pray to god that you don’t look like some kind of rotating rotisserie chicken right now  

you open your mouth to speak when you finally see taehyung’s face again but he continues to spin you slowly so that you end up in the same position you were in a second ago

...

“for god’s sake, taehyung- spin me around so i’m looking at you, you moron-”

“ohh, okay, i thought you just wanted to spin you around for fun-”

“why would i want you to spin me around for f- okay, that’s not important right now-” you shake your head, “i just want to say that the only reason why i’m doing this is because you kind of sprung this on me last minute and i don’t want to inconvenience anyone, but just know that you now owe me big time- now, spin me back around and wheel me to whoever i’m going to be stuck with for the next couple of hours.”

“noted!” taehyung chirps as he rolls you back so you’re facing the front, “he’s right over there by the other entrance- the guy in the yellow-” your eyes flit around until they land on the guy in the yellow and you immediately feel your heart starting to beat a little harder in your chest at the sight of the guy in the yellow, “his name’s jungkook, he has a shining five-star rating, he’s a wonderful teacher according to all the parents whose kids he’s taught- i’m pretty sure you’re his oldest student so don’t embarrass yourself-”

you feel your mouth go dry when jungkook reaches down to adjust the bottom of his tied button-up shirt before opening the sides of it a little more to show off his chest

he reaches up to twirl a loose tendril of hair around his finger before gently pushing it back and running his hand through his hair, poking his tongue against the inside of his cheek briefly 

oh no

oh, no

he’s attractive

he’s very, very attractive

“tae.” you keep a polite smile on your face as you slink your right arm behind you to attempt to blindly punch him in the gut, “why didn’t you tell me that the instructor was cute?”

“oh, i’m sorry.” taehyung responds sarcastically, “i didn’t think attractiveness was an important factor when considering an instructor.”

“well, it is when the instructor looks like that-” you feel your cheeks warm when jungkook smiles brightly at the two of you before waving enthusiastically, “rollerskating is already hard enough as it is, and now i have to do it in front of him?!”

“i don’t know what there is to freak out about. the guy’s handsome- so what?” taehyung waves back at jungkook before giving your hips a playful squeeze, “if anything, you should see this as a bonus - you get some eye-candy while you learn!”

“okay, well, don’t make me sound pervy-”

“not to mention, he’s your age! so it’ll be like you’re just hanging out with a friend-”

“a friend?! taehyung, i’m wearing overalls, my hair is in pigtails, and all this protective gear that you shoved me in makes me look like an eight year old-!” you gasp when you feel yourself suddenly bump into something hard and taehyung quickly loops his arm around your waist to keep you from toppling over

it’s a second later that you realize the something hard that you bumped into was jungkook’s obviously broad chest, so obviously this rollerskating lesson is already off to a fantastic start 

“woah, you got it?” jungkook holds both his hands out in case you fall over and you let out a nervous chuckle before reaching up to push your helmet up slightly

“i’m fine!” your voice cracks and you clear your throat quickly, “…hello.”

“hi! it’s nice to meet you- y/n, right?” jungkook sticks his hand out for you to shake and you smile nervously before reaching out to take it, “my name’s jungkook! i’m super excited for today. we’re going to have a lot of fun together.”

you don’t know if it’s just because he’s clearly one of those fun and overly friendly! instructors or if he’s just naturally bubbly but he’s talking to you like you’re a child

(you probably could’ve ditched the pigtails today.) 

“okay, i’m going to go off now so let me just hand y/n over to you-” taehyung arm slips from your waist before he gently rolls you towards jungkook, “you two have fun!”

your hands immediately slap down on the railings right as you feel yourself about you slip and you let out a breath of relief

that was a close call

“we will!” jungkook smiles, waving at taehyung as he skates off, “you enjoy yourself out there!”

you watch helplessly as taehyung skates away, jungkook turning back to look at you with a (very handsome) smile

you feel your heart skip a beat once again and you immediately curse in your head 

…you’re screwed.

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“because of the balance and control required, it’ll take a little bit of getting used to- but once you get the hang out it, rollerskating is super fun!” jungkook reaches out so you can take his hand, “do you wanna let go of the bar for me?”

there are a lot of things you’d like to do for jungkook but letting go of the railing and potentially falling in front of him is most definitely not one of them

“you know, i think i’m good!” you chuckle, your knuckles practically going white at how tightly you’re gripping onto the railing, “why don’t you just keep talking while i… you know, get used to the feeling of just standing while wearing skates?”

“okay, if that’s what you’re comfortable with, that’s what we can do. let’s see… ah!” jungkook perks up, clapping his hands together before gesturing down to his own feet, “so, you’re gonna wanna keep your feet shoulder-width apart. can you do that for me?”

you look down at your feet, not at all surprised to see that they’re practically glued to each other

okay

shoulder-width apart

you can do that, right?

you lift your right foot up slowly before quickly moving it farther away from your left foot, your skate skidding slightly against the floor as you stomp down

goD these skates are clunky

you’ll never understand how people find this activity genuinely enjoyable

“see? not so bad, right? now, i’m really going to need you to let go of the bar for me so that we can move onto the next step- i swear i won’t let you fall if you take my hand.”

your eyes flicker down to his outstretched hand and you twist your lips uncertainly, “you promise?”

jungkook places his hand over his heart, “i promise.”

you lift one hand off the rail and quickly take jungkook’s hand, pausing for a second to make sure that everything feels okay before quickly lifting the other hand off the rail

you practically slap your hand down on jungkook’s other palm and let out a breath of relief as soon as he grips it tightly, and you look back in concern when jungkook starts to pull you away from the railing

“there you go! see?” jungkook smiles brightly, giving your hands a squeeze to get you to focus on him instead of the bars, “not so bad, right?” 

“yeah, i guess so…” you puff out, feeling your heart starting to pound harder not onLY because the safety of the railings have been taken away from you but also because jungkook’s hands are… very soft.,,. and very warm,.,. and very pretty.,., and all-in-all very nice

“okay, step two. so, this next part is going to make you feel a little silly, but we have to walk like ducks because it just makes the process of walking easier. you kind of have to point your toes outwards- yeah, just like that! and don’t forget to squat a little-” jungkook hums, leaning over a little so he can look to see if your stance is okay, “perfect! we’re just going to keep practicing until you get used to walking...”  

“you know, taehyung actually took me ice-skating over the holidays and i fell, like… ten times.” you snort, keeping your eyes on your skates as you take one small step after another, “i thought rollerskating would be easier but i feel like there are more rules to worry about…”

“oh my god, don’t even worry about it-“ jungkook snorts, shaking his head, “i’m an awful ice-skater. you’d think it’d come naturally to me because i can rollerskate- plus, i don’t see the fun in ice-skating! i know it’d never happen but i’m always paranoid that the skates are going to slice-”

“-the ice open and you’re going to fall through and plunge into the icy water?”

“exactly! see, you get it.” jungkook grins, leaning down a little to check your posture again, “you know, you’re a complete natural. i don’t know why you were so nervous to begin with!”

you snort in response and resist the urge to tell him that his face was one of the major things that contributed to your nerves 

“ooh, and you know what else i hate about ice-skating?” jungkook gasps, “that if i fall and get my hands on the ground, someone’s going to skate over them and amputate all of my fingers.”

you immediately burst into giggles and he gawks playfully

“are you laughing at a genuine fear of mine, y/n?? i didn’t take you to be someone who could be so cruel…”

“no, i’m not laughing at you!” you smile softly and you can’t help but note how warm and comforting his presence is, “i’m just- i said that exact same thing to taehyung when we were ice-skating and he said i was being ridiculous, so it’s nice to know that someone shares the same opinions on ice-skating as i do.” you instinctively squeeze jungkook’s hands when you feel the wheels roll out from underneath you a little and you end up jerking forward a little 

“woah-! you’re okay- i’ve got you…” jungkook rubs his thumbs over your knuckles reassuringly as he waits for you to regain your balance and start walking again, “i told you i wouldn’t let you fall, remember?”

“yeah…” you smile shyly, feeling your cheeks heat up a little

you don’t feel as nervous anymore

no wonder jungkook has a five-star rating as an instructor

he’s great!

“also, you do realise we’ve walked, like, an entire round around the rink, right?”

“what? we have?” you pause, looking up from your skates for the first time in ten minutes 

you’re almost at the spot you were at right when you first started

woah

wow!!

you didn’t even realize!!

that’s so cool!!

you walked an entire round without falling (a lot of almost-falling, but you’ll take it)!!!

“i mean, i don’t know about you, but i feel like we can move on to gliding now…” jungkook whistles lowly, “you’re a very fast learner so i’m not worried.”

“gliding is…” you lean over a little when you notice taehyung having a blast at the other side of the rink with his new companion, the two of them skating side by side

she laughs at something he says before playfully swatting at his arm

it’s just good to see him smiling and not crying for once 

one of the things that you love most about taehying is that he’s so in tune with his emotions, but when his ex (he forbade you from saying her name) broke up with him, he cried so much that you were pretty sure he had completely dehydrated himself 

so it’s nice that he seems to be enjoying himself! 

“so, gliding is-” jungkook steps over to get right into your line of vision and you quickly look back at him with an attentive smile, “basically turning your steps into smoooooth strokes. instead of dropping your foot straight down, you’re going to be pushing it forward and out. it’s kind of hard to explain gliding… you kinda just have to let momentum carry you forward and do its thing, you know? it’s literally just a one foot after the other situation.”

“well, if you can glide backwards, i’m sure i can figure out how to do it normally.” you point out, jungkook snorting in response

“trust me, you’ll be able to pick it up quickly. remember that when you’re gliding on one foot to keep your other slightly hovering above ground so it doesn’t interfere-” jungkook stops himself when he notices your brows knitting together (you seem to do this a lot when you’re focusing too hard on something), “ah, you know- i find that it’s easier to glide when you’re not actually focused on the gliding!” he chirps, giving your hands a reassuring squeeze, “if it helps, you can keep your eyes on me instead of staring down at your skates.”

hAh

if anything, staring directly at jungkook is going to throw you off your game compared to keeping your eyes glued on the ground

“okay, i will... try not to focus on the gliding while simultaneously focus on the gliding.” your tongue instinctively pokes out slightly in concentration as you push forward with one foot, being sure to keep your other a little above ground just like jungkook said 

you quickly switch to the other foot when you feel your right foot slowly starting to lose momentum, pushing off with your left instead and lengthening your stride so you can skate a little further 

hey

look at that! 

not bad!! 

“look at you go, superstar!” jungkook cheers encouragingly, grinning from ear to ear as he watches you gliding flawlessly, “you were born for this!” 

“you know, you may have a point- woAh-” your skates roll out a little from under you and you lurch forward, jungkook quickly sliding his grip from your hands to underneath your elbows to keep you from falling, “...yeah, so i spoke too soon.” you huff, blowing a strand of hair away from your face as you glance up at jungkook, still bent over at a ninety degree angle

“it’s my bad, i think i may have blown up your ego with all my compliments-” the sides of his eyes crinkle as he laughs, “all good?” 

you catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror and feel a piece of your soul float out from your body when you realise you basically look like a little old woman clutching onto one of those rolling walkers

wow

the possibility of jungkook being interested in you was low to begin with, but now it’s probably been squashed entirely

“uh, yes!” you clear your throat as you force yourself to stand up stick-straight, your knees clacking together for a second before you get back into position, “all good! i’m all good. we’re good.” 

oh boy 

if it makes you feel any better… it can’t get any worse than this, right?

“i-” you jolt when the music suddenly clicks off and is replaced by the shrill ringing of microphone feedback

“youch.” jungkook winces, raising his shoulder slightly and tilting his head down towards it so he can try to cover up one of his ears 

your brows furrow in confusion as you look up towards the speakers, unsure of if there’s just a technical difficulty or if something important is happening, “what’s going o-”

“sorry for the interruption, skaters! we just wanted to cut in and wish every single one of you a happy valentine’s day...” 

a large disco ball lowers from the ceiling as the lights begin to dim, the room suddenly engulfed in a warm pink glow as visions of glinting sparkles and hearts reflect from the disco ball onto the wooden floors along with the velvety walls

oh, god

seriously?!

you look up towards the speakers and resist the urge to curse and shake your fist at them like an angry old man

haven’t the people here considered that there might be single people in the rink?! 

…on valentine’s day…??

yeah that doesn’t make much sense

“grab your lover and glide along the floor as we play you some romantic tunes on this romantic evening… also, to the owner of a baby blue mercedes-benz convertible- i repeat, a baby blue mercedez-benz convertible... your car is parked in a tow-away zone. that’s all!”

the bee gees’ how deep is your love starts to play and you quickly pull your hands away from jungkook’s, your face flushing in embarrassment at the sudden change in atmosphere

you wobble slightly as soon as you pull away and immediately stick both your arms out in a poor attempt to keep balanced

okay

all you have to do is glide your way towards the exit so that you’re not just awkwardly standing in the middle of the ring while lovey-dovey couples skate around you

it’s only then that you realise that jungkook is facing away from you and seemingly looking for someone

you tap him on the shoulder and he turns to glance at you, “yes?”

“who... who are you looking for?” you frown, leaning over to peer over him so you can see what he’s seeing

“hm? oh, i was just looking for your boyfriend…” he trails off, continuing to look around the rink, “the two of you probably want to skate together right now and you’ll get to show off your brand new gliding skills, which is exciting-”

“boyfri- are you talking about taehyung?” you snort, quirking a brow in amusement, “he’s… oh my god, he’s definitely not my boyfriend. i’m only here for emotional support because he just got out of a relationship- we don’t have to get into it- the point is, he’s not my boyfriend. i don’t, uh, i’m not in a relationship at the moment. i’m… very single.”

why are you still talking?!

you clear your throat as you look for the nearest exit gate

“oh!” jungkook blinks before turning back around to face you, “in that case-“ your eyes widen in surprise when he sticks his hand out for you to take, “shall we?”

you blink down at his outstretched hand cluelessly before suddenly realizing what it is he’s asking

“oh, i-” you snort, immediately shaking your head, “no, you don’t have to do that…”

“what do you mean?” jungkook frowns, tilting his head curiously, “you don’t want to skate with me? after all we’ve been through?? y/n, you’re breaking my heart here!” he jokes, clutching at his chest before pouting (quite cutely) at you 

“n-no!” you laugh lightly, shaking your head, “i mean, of course i’d love to skate with- i-it’s very nice of you to offer, and i know you’re obviously being paid and stuff but you don’t… ah, you don’t have to force yourself to skate with me if you don’t want to...” you mutter, reaching up to scratch the back of your neck, “like, i’m sure taehyung’s already planning to give you an extra big tip for basically babysitting me all night so you don’t have to force yourself to do anything extra-”

“no, i wanna skate with you!” jungkook interrupts, skating over so that he’s standing next to you instead, “plus, it’ll be good practice, right?”

“well, i-” you don’t get a chance to respond before jungkook’s suddenly slipping an arm around your waist and holding onto one of your hands for extra support, “i don’t know, i suppose i’m just not used to gliding without holding both of your hands so i’m just worried i’m going to make both of us fall somehow which would be mortifying-”

“that’s alright, i can hold both your hands if you feel safer that way,” jungkook chuckles, his arm sliding away from your waist so he can swivel around and stand in front of you again, “after all, it’s better to be safe than to be sorry!” he takes your hands gently as he starts to skate backwards, his thumbs rubbing the tops of your knuckles comfortingly

-‘cause we’re living in a world of fools... breaking us down... when they all should let us be... we belong to you and me...

how deep is your love continues to echo all around you and even though you feel a little awkward skating around with your instructor to a very romantic song, you have to admit that this was a great choice of song for valentine’s day 

it’s a timeless classic! 

“so, you, um…” jungkook clears his throat after a minute or two of comfortable silence, turning back for a second to glance over his shoulder and make sure he’s not about to crash into anyone, “what kind of things do you like doing?”

and it’s me you need to show... how deep is your love?

“rollerskating. is it not obvious?” you joke, looking up at him and reminding yourself that you should make more of an effort to look at him and noT constantly at the ground, “um, i don’t know! that’s kind of a broad question, i guess. i like... i like... i like painting-! i mean, i’m not good at it, but it’s a pretty relaxing hobby...” 

“painting is nice!” jungkook nods slowly in agreement before perking up slightly, “say, have you ever been to a pottery studio?” 

“you know, i actually haven’t!” you shake your head before staring past jungkook’s shoulder in thought, “i should go to one... it sounds like a lot of fun! do you...” you cough quietly and avert your gaze slightly, “do you go there often with your... uh, significant other?” 

“me? oh, i’m not in a relationship.” jungkook chuckles before giving you a shrug, “none of my co-workers wanted to take the valentine’s day shift because they actually have someone to spend valentine’s day with, so... that’s why i’m here!”

“oh! so, you’re…” you trail off before pressing your lips together and giving him a firm nod, “i see.”

so you’re both single?

interesting

very interesting 

you can’t help but wonder if he’s looking to change that  

“i-”

“incoming!”

you don’t even get a chance to turn around to see what’s going on when suddenly someone’s basHING into you from behind and making you lose your balance

and the next thing you know you’re stumbling forwards and poor jungkook’s reflexes aren’t fast enough because-

“oh-!” you land on top of jungkook with your legs on either side of him, your knee pads clacking loudly against the ground, “oh, shit-” 

“sorry! my bad!” taehyung glides past you with a sheepish smile before not-so-subtly gesturing to the girl he’s got on his arm and giving you an obnoxious wink and a thumbs up as a way to let you know he’s definitely getting boned tonight

you want nothing more than to rip your skates off right now so you can chase after him and bash his head in 

you turn to look down at jungkook, immediately raising your hands up off his (broad, broad) chest as your entire face flushes bright red, “i am- i am so sorry- are you okay?? is your head okay?? i can- i can give you my helmet!” you wince, reaching up to unbuckle your helmet before hastily taking it off and tossing it aside

“don’t sweat it, i’m completely fine-” jungkook laughs lightly before shaking his head, propping himself up onto his elbows and blowing a curled strand of hair away from his eyes with a puff, “my head’s fine! luckily i didn’t hit it on the ground or anything like that, but my ass-”

“oh, god. i’m so sorry- here, i’ll-” you attempt to get up off the ground only for the wheels on your skates to roll out from under you and for your knee to smack against the ground again, jungkook grunting as you bounce on him a little harder than intended, “oh, jesus christ-”

great

there’s no way you’re going to be able to get up because of these stupid skates and now your very cute instructor is a hostage in between your thighs!

“this is so humiliating, i am... so, so sorry- i’m definitely forcing taehyung to give you a generous tip after all of this is over-” you laugh uncomfortably, your hands about to place themselves on jungkook’s chest again before you quickly move them so that they’re on either side of his head instead

of course, this position isn’t any better because now you’re just staring down at his face directly 

little white hearts from the disco ball float over his face and though you know this is hardly the right time, your heart can’t help but go badumpbadump at the reminder of how pretty jungkook is 

“okay, wait, what if i-” he suddenly sits straight up and your eyes immediately cross at the close proximity of your faces, “hi.”

you don’t know if it’s even possible but you feel your face get even redder and you find that you’re unable to look away from jungkook 

he has very sweet-looking eyes 

they’re a very nice shade of brown 

“i- uh, hello.” you clear your throat quietly, pressing your hands as close to your own chest as possible so that you’re not touching jungkook, “hi.” 

the last thing you want is for him to accuse you of groping him

but maybe it’d be a good thing to get a lifetime ban from the rollerskating rink

then taehyung will never be able to force you to skate again!

“we should take your skates off so that we’re not stuck like this all night.” you twitch when you feel jungkook’s hand slide down the side of your calf before reaching the top of your skates, “do you think you can undo your other one for me?”

“ah- yes. yes, i can do that.” you turn away so you can look back at your skate, reaching down and ripping the velcro strap before hurrying to undo the laces

you feel jungkook fumble at your skate, yanking the tie loose before trying to help you wiggle your foot out of it, “okay, just pull your foot out-”

“yeah, lemme just-” you have to shuffle forwards in order for jungkook to pull the skate off of you and your nose crinkles when you realize you’ve just gone ahead and fully pressed your chest to jungkook’s 

wonderful

just wonderful 

(for the record, he smells really good... but you’re pretty sure you sound like a creep right now, so maybe you should go ahead and scrap that thought.) 

“what happened to not letting me fall?” you joke lightly as you get up off the ground, hoping to ease the tension a little from whatever all of that was, “are you sure you’re okay? i didn’t break anything?” 

“i promise you i’m totally fine-” jungkook gets back up onto his feet and bends down to pick up your skates before popping up to look at you with a grin, “and it only happened because i was distracted!” he pauses for a brief moment before tilting his head, his smile softening, “can you blame me? you’re very pretty.”

oh

you weren’t expecting him to say that

“oh, that’s- ha… that’s very nice of you.” you reach up to scratch the back of your neck before letting out a nervous chuckle, “you are… also… quite… visually appealing.”

quite visually appealing  

why are you speaking like an alien trying to convince everyone that they aren’t an alien?!

“so, there’s still about half an hour left of your lesson left, but i feel like you’ve had enough of skating for now.” jungkook changes the subject quickly and you can’t help but notice that his ears are starting to get red, “we can just sit on the bench and rest... or do you... uh, do you maybe want to share a chilli dog with me?” he asks quietly, and for the first time since meeting him he’s the one who looks away from you first 

“...you know, i think that might be the most romantic thing anyone’s ever said to me.” you giggle, reaching over to loop your arm through his when he sticks it out for you, “i would love to share a chilli dog with you.” 

“not to flex or anything, but i do get the employee discount…” jungkook clicks his tongue, reaching up to pop open his collar obnoxiously before turning to give you a wide grin, “and if that doesn’t impress you, i don’t know what will.”

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[jekkiefan]

Hello! Happy Tuesday, I am your secret gift giving pal for the Star Wish Festival event. Trying to narrow down what to do from your requests, can you tell me a little more about how you like your Grillby and, more important, how do you like your Gaster?

Grillby?

-Man of few words? Selectively mute? Talks/Emotes with fire? Big talker to ones close to him? Fire dad? Fire uncle? Just a guy with a bar in a cold place?

Gaster?

-Mad Scientist? Goopy dad? Goopy scientist? Scatterbrains? Disembodied hands? multiple hands? regular, connected arms and hands? glitchy? Can talk normally? Selectively mute? Talks in hands or wingdings?

You can pick from one or many, however you like. I know we all have our headcanons for these wonderful minor npcs, and I'd like to at least get close to something you would enjoy.

Also, tell me how you like your Mettaton too, if that's okay!

Thank you so much, see you in December!

Oh no, it's Saturday! Sorry for not getting around to answering this one sooner! (maybe I'll tag the event to help you find it)

For Grillby I'm personally a fan of either man of few words or selectively mute, but I don't mind if he's verbal either. I also headcanon him helping Gaster raise Sans and Papyrus, as well as being Fuku's dad. So yes I adore fire dad.

For Gaster I very much subscribe to the dadster headcanon. Scatterbrained scientist is a fricking great headcanon for Gaster too. As for hands, I do really like disembodied/multiple hands, though it's not necessary. I also headcanon Gaster speaking in hands (asl) because no one can understand when he speaks in his font.

And for Mettaton I honestly just think he's neat. I like just him being a charismatic guy who cares for his friends, and has a tenancy to go overboard with his over-the-top-ness. I wish I could give you more, I really think this dude is neat, but my brain just rotates him around like a rotisserie chicken.

Thank you for asking! I bet the gift will be great, and I hope you have fun making it!

(tagging @starwishfestival so hopefully you'll be able to see this)

[actualbird]

What is it that sold you to Luke?

In my case, I have always been one of those people who pairs Holmes with Watson in more than the friends section haha

and I did not expect an otome character with certain parallels with Holmes to mention that

So. You know. I liked. After that, I further analyzed him as a character and he became my favorite. But that was my first approach.

heyyo, anon!!! my short answer would be: everything. KJBKSDF

but im physically incapable of giving short answers most of the time so heres an itemized and probably non-exhaustive off-the-top-of-my-head list of Things That Convinced Me Luke Pearce Was Made In A Lab Specifically To Target Me

first thing that hooked me was his looks, HAHA. i first saw luke in an article my phone browser recommended me weeks before the game's global release and luke was the picture and im a sucker for fluffy haired puppy looking sunshine boys, and luke Looked The Part. deadass started playing this game cuz luke literally Fave At First Sight-ed me

and then the game came out and every single thing i learned about him was my CATNIP

detective (SAME-ISH HAT, ANON!!! while i wasnt drawn specifically by the holmes and watson parallel, i do love a good detective hehe), cheery character w dark secret, extreme devotion to his detriment, self-loathing party time, SECRET AGENT, has probably killed before and will do it again, HAS A PET BIRD <3, fucked up backstory, in general hilarious, aaand just enough insecurities i myself also deeply relate to so hes a perfect self-projection punching bag 

like, these r all things i love very very much

out of all these things, what Truly Sold me though was all the personality and story stuff. i can get interested by a character at a glance, but if who they are as a character isnt compelling to me, i get bored very quickly and drop em

i picked up luke pearce and placed him in my brain in july 2021 and 9 months later i am still constantly rotating his character around like a rotisserie chicken in my mind

//auctioneer voice. SOLD!!

i respectfully will never understand ppl ive seen (and then immediately respectfully blocked, i dont need that in my life) who think luke is boring KBKJDBFKJDSBKG. i dont get it!! hes a such an interesting character!!! hes one that starts out so fixated on how he can achieve his skewed perception of Good that he cannot see how many unhealthy things hes doing that hurts himself and the people around him.

at times, hes emotionally paradoxical cuz he holds others on a higher pedestal of value over himself Always yet is, whether intentionally or not, trying to control other’s perception of him to fit his perception of who he makes himself out to be

hes deeply flawed and hes so often scared and so so many other things 

and his entire story and development is about realizing those things, growing from them, and learning to keep on going in spite of his fears

if i had to choose just one thing that i love about luke, i guess itd be that theme specifically: the hope in perseverance 

“It’s not over ‘til it’s over,” was said in Luke SR Star In The Palm. and until then, he keeps fighting. because that matters

i.....have a lot of feelings about luke, as u can see KJBJDBFKSD!!

[britishsass]

“See where bravery’s gotten you?” with Lobotdos? I Am Rotating Her In My Brain Like A Rotisserie Chicken

I am Also Rotating Her (politely, at a speed she is comfortable with) and writing this while on call with you /lh

Scout could feel the panic in the man behind him, but he didn't stop moving around the elevator, moving from spot to spot, looking every which way.

"D'ya think she knows we're coming? Do you think we're gonna find anything up there?"

"I can't believe I'm doing this. I can't believe I'm actually doing this. She's going to kill both of us and then what? Then we'll both be dead and there's a child who's going to be dead, Douglas, what are you doing--" Doug breathed heavily, digging a hand into his hair. "I shouldn't have done this. I should've just stayed in the room with Mel and Aegis and made sure they were okay and--"

"Geez, dude, take a chill pill."

"I ran out of meds a while ago I think. Maybe it was years. Or decades. Or-- I don't know. I just know that this is such a bad idea, you could die, kid--"

"I'm gonna be a Psychonaut, I can't die. I'm gonna live for long enough to prove I can do it! B'sides, Agents Freeman and Calhoun need me, and Pauling too-- I can't die until they're okay!"

"You shouldn't die at all! You're a child! You're a child, oh my GOD--" Doug nearly hyperventilated. "Oh my god, I'm bringing a child right up into danger-- You should just go back and--" The doors slid open, and he jumped to attention, his whole body trembling as his leg struggled to hold his weight naturally. There was only one more segment of platforming in the way-- A dozen platforms, a few surfaces Scout could show off his new ability with, and a vent cover beside them. Doug nearly fainted at the sight.

"Cool! This is gonna be so sick!" Scout cried out in joy. Doug whimpered.

"I'm going to be sick."

"Stop being such a scaredy-rat!" Scout shoved him playfully, then grabbed his arm, pulling him along towards the platforms.

"I-- I know another way. But-- But you gotta take the Cube, it can't fit." Doug removed his aid from his back, handing it off. "I-- If you-- If you take it then I'll have to follow you. But you need me to get in there-- Wouldn't it just be better to go now--"

"I can't go. The others need me."

"...Right. I... I'll see you at the top." Doug swallowed his nerves, and he knelt by the vent, unscrewing the cover with his fingernails. It seemed to be taking him quite a while, so Scout hurried along the path with the Cube as counterweight, hopping from place to place and using his abilities along the way. A few rats tried to squeak at him, but he ignored them, using whatever he could.

Levitation, Teleportals, Shield, Psi-blasts, everything. He wasn't sure what would help, but it would have to work. His parkour abilities came in handy, at least-- that much was a plus.

All it took was some work and effort (and finding a few brains along the way) to help him up to the top, where he stood for a moment before the upper vent cover came off, followed by a slightly-more-raggedy Doug scrambling out of the vent, covered in more dirt than before. He took the Cube off Scout's hands quickly, holding it tight.

"...Okay. Alright. I-- I think I'm ready."

He scanned his eye at the scanner, and the door rattled open. Already, laughter filled the room, making Doug tremble with fear. Scout nearly dragged him in after him as the lights flickered to life.

"So, you finally arrived. The scientist and his little lab rat, how appropriate-- I knew it would be you. I saw you on the cameras."

Before Doug or Scout could say anything, a metal claw emerged from the ceiling, snatching Doug off the ground by his midsection, dragging him into the air. Doug cried out.

"Caro, please!"

A figure emerged from the end of the hallway, glaring. "...Who are you to use that name, scientist?" she spat at him, and she threw her matted hair aside to better size him up, a robotic eye focusing and unfocusing. "You're just another of the masses here. What makes you special?"

"...you don't know who I am..." he managed to say before the claw tightened, making it harder for him to breathe.

"And now, you, lab rat... See where your bravery's gotten you? Your so-called friend would likely betray you without a second thought. I'll bring you to the backroom, boy, and then... I'll prepare the procedure for your revenge."