#i don’t have a tag for my persona 2 designs

[sparkykitsune]

Unhappy Lovers 💔

Sorry about my choice of expressions in this drawing. I wanted to practice drawing other facial expressions other than just happy or neutral/slight frowning expressions. (Lisa is a Goberian dog if you're wondering)

[yourlocalartsonist]

MONTHLY MFIP UPDATE✨✨

9/24 | Month 2 | Next Month | Month 1

Hey folks 🦐 I finally got the chance to make this month’s MFIP Update cuz god damn life was kicking my ass. College is fine for the most part tbh, just a lot of reading and writing cuz of the specific classes I chose. HOWEVER I have 💥FUCKING PMDD💥 so um skill issue on my part but it’s why I’ve been kinda exhausted as shit this week and was late with the update so my bad folks! (Also for more info on PMDD, click here! I don’t wanna spend this post yapping about it but wanted to leave a resource to spread awareness just in case :3). Also, Imma be tagging some of y'all who have been reading/supporting MFIP consistently just for this post, so yk you guys actually know these updates exist. I was gonna do that for the first ever update but as with many things, I forgor, so I'm doing it now! They’re supposed to come out on the 18th of every month, but yk sometimes life happens and I’m a lil late. It won’t be any earlier than the 18th tho so look out for these once it hits that date! Anywho, cheers to this month’s update!

Alrighty folks we be starting with the Art~!

Alrighty so obvious new thing, WE GOT RAPH’S REF SHEEEEEEEET TEEHEEEEEEE

BRO IM SO HYPE ABOUT IT! It turned out so genuinely amazing and I’m ridiculously proud of it! Especially cuz I honestly thought Raph was gonna be a harder design to figure out yk? I’m not used to drawing his body type, I wasn’t as familiar with his outfit, and even tho I’ve sketched him a few times before, I was just a bit nervous with Raph. Funfact, he’s also been the hardest to figure out how to write back when I was first starting MFIP. I genuinely don’t know why, but I got there eventually (I actually really love writing him now—) and same thing happened with his design!

Since MFIP’s taking place a few months after the Krang invasion, i’m able to take creative liberties and update the boys’ designs more! For some clarification btw, in my story’s lore, the invasion took place in September 2020, and MFIP starts on March 2021. Anywhizzle, my ideas for the boys’ designs is to combine their movie look with their show look, cuz while I do LOVE the black on them, it doesn’t feel right to me to not make them still unique in their own ways. These guys are all about authenticity, so why make their gear exactly the same, ya get me? I basically recolored his show gear to be black and red (and added a lil asymmetry on his legs) cuz I think it makes Raph feel older and more sure about himself, just feels right for him! I also just think the red fade on the black is hella cool! Fun lil color theory i think application, the black is more of a really dark, inky blue, so it makes the red pop out even more! I decided to make a bow out of his mask tails, too! I don’t wanna spoil the entire lore reasoning for it yet (it’ll pop up in the story), but I can indeed say it’s intentional that it looks a little like a lunamoth with damaged tails :3 I also took a BUNCH of creative liberties with his sais’ handles, since we haven’t really seen it much so like idk gaslight yourselves into thinking it’s always been this epic✨✨

Also I gave him his shorts back because FUCK YOU I LIKED THE RED TRIMMMM—

OH I ALMOST FORGOT yes he has longer eyelashes! I saw he grows to have really pretty eyelashes in the future cuz of his turtle species, and I wanted to lean into that by showing they’re starting to grow now :3

Bullshit Gag Because Yes‼️‼️

There ain’t shit to say about this, I just pulled a silly. I saw the fact Donnie was supposed to have a “Doctor Donatello” persona in the deleted episode where Dale turns into a werewolf. I’m really heavily on the train of Leo being the team medic and into medicine in general. I don’t think it makes sense for Donnie to be the medic judging by his sensory issues and this mf being as much of a germaphobe as my mom, and in my opinion it felt too stereotypical anyway to have Donnie be the medic. Ofc, to each their own, and this is just my interpretation of it, but I thought it’d be funny if Donnie still had this persona and was passionate about it, but was like horrifically bad at being a doctor. I made this dumbass sketch that I’ll finish sometime in the future (it’s gonna be a chapter in Arc 3 probably) and I just wanted to share it with yall~

THEY’RE HUMAN NOW⁉️

My ass wanted to show off cuz I’m sketching out some ideas of what my human designs for the boys culd be. I already did Leo’s like ages ago so he’s not on here but I’m realizing as I’m typing this my dumbass forgor to post it so um my bad I will do that in a few days—

But I wanted to design (or more accurately, redesign cuz I did draw em once a while back but I’m not satisfied with them) and I think I ate so far so uh yea. There isn’t any logic to sharing this, I just thought it was cool😭

And actually, imma share them here too just so y’all can see my boy ;w;

(A lil outdated cuz I didn’t give him lips at the time)

Okay there we go~

As you can see, I want all the boys to look kinda etherial and like they'd turn heads, and I think I am SUCCEEDING SO HARD SO FAR CUZ DAMNNNN THEY'RE ALL PRETTY AS SHIIIIIIIT TEEHEE✨ Also am tryna make sure they actually look Blasian since that's what the canon of my story says they are. I'll talk about them more another time when I have all of them on here~

But yea that's all for art this time folks :> ONTO THE NEXT THINGGG

Chapter Progress Time Whoop Whoooop‼️‼️

I didn’t make much progress on anything this month due to college—again, it’s fine, but there’s a shit ton of time management going on in my part to just manage everything and make sure I’m on track—BUT I am indeed still working on chapter 10. We’re up to 20 pages now which is only two more pages written from last month, but it’s kinda cool writing Donnie and I feel like I’m getting a better understanding of him! One thing I’ve been tryna do is understand autism better as a condition cuz I do wanna acknowledge and show bro’s autism instead of just ignoring it due to a lack of understanding. Donnie ain’t Donnie without it, ya know? I don’t know everything and tbh I would say I still have A LOT to learn on the subject matter, but I’m tryna expand my knowledge every opportunity I get and experimenting with how to better show it! This is to say tho, I’M NOT A MEDICAL PROFESSIONAL, NOR AN EXPERT ON THE AUTISM SPECTRUM. This is what I’m finding and comprehending via my own research, and can tbh end up being wrong so please don’t quote me as a reliable source, I’m still learning ;v;

I remember one of the things I kept hearing about was autism leading people to struggle with empathy. The best way I heard it being described was someone bringing the example of when their friend was upset. That person can’t truly feel their friend’s emotions because they’re not the one experiencing it, so can’t properly understand how it’s making their friend feel. But they can see that their friend is communicating their sadness, and they still try to comfort them and make sure their friend knows they’re there for support. I understood it as bringing logic to emotions in a sense; collecting data and figuring out how to handle the situation based on the data rather than using intuition alone.

I’ve been using that to figure out how Donnie might handle more emotionally subtle situations, where he might try to rationally work through what’s happening and kinda substitute it in place of natural empathy. Like the little tidbit I gave above! Instead of just automatically being able to get vibes that the other person is upset, I felt maybe Donnie would instead notice the fact their tone is kinda different from before; it’s basically a data point. With that data point in mind, he could connect it to past experiences where a tone change could indicate a mood change, and as a result he might conclude that Salena’s tone change means she’s upset. I comprehend it as manually working through empathy rather than it being second nature, if that makes sense. Obviously and thankfully Donnie isn’t gonna spend the entire chapter playing a guessing game or anything with Salena’s emotions, it’s just one lil moment that I thought was cool challenge to myself with when writing him! I really love putting myself in the characters’ shoes when I’m writing them or their dialogue. I highly recommend it as a tool too, since it's helped me a lot with staying in character!

Last Lil Segment Y'all

Aight so, I wanted to try doing something cool if y'all are up for it. I really love rambling about my story and lore and characters blah blah blah, but I don't really know how to do so tbh. I'm not that familiar with how social medias work cuz I just never took it seriously, and I don't wanna just keep being like HEYYYYY ASK BOX IS OPENNNNN like I'm screaming from the top of the hill either. Sooooo insteaddddd

I think it'd be fun to do Q&As here! Or at least something similar. I'll open my ask box again and feel free to send any questions you want; it can be about the story, past lore, design questions, getting to know the characters, absolutely anything! Then when I'm gonna do my update for the month, I'll compile all y'all's asks, (prolly will have to tag to make sure you guys know I answered it, or if you ask anon then uh idk look out for the monthly update) and then answer them during the monthly update as the last section! I think it'll be a cool way to make this feel more interactive, and gives me an excuse to ramble. Don't be afraid to ask potentially spoilery questions either! If it's something I can't spoil yet or even give hints or vague answers about, I'll just say so in the update!

Anywhizzle, That's All Folks~!

I'm glad there was so much to talk about this month! I actually deadass thought it would be short but I should know better with my yapping' ass💀✨ But yeah, thanks for reading everyone! I hope y'all enjoy the rest of your days, and I shall see you next month~ Bye :D

Tageroonies:

@yosajaeofficial @chaoticspeedrun @ramblehour @randomcerealbrand @goldanrabbit @m1sf0rtun3 @foundthethief @ackalice @jellyfishheartsss @dollyrin @harukonene @iieieiw @mwantstossleep @zipzaizen @hypocriticaltypwriter @lordfreg @rainbowpr1sm @idioticsky @oleander-nin @cheeselord-official @skittlesqueen101

By the way, if you guys think you’d like to be tagged whenever an MFIP chapter is posted, lmk in a reblog or comment (no asks or dms plz, too inconvenient) and I’ll be sure to tag so it’s more reliable than tumblr notifs :3🫶

ROTTMNT: Moths Fly In Packs

[mongoose-bite]

fic writer interview @nevermindirah tagged me! Thank you, Happy New Year :3

I'm tagging @thana-topsy @baratrongirl @amazinmango @raindrop-rouge, but only if you want to, no obligation.

How many works do you have on AO3?

83.

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

1,369,970

There you go, substantially more than a million words, for the sheer love of it.

3. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Fuck: My Life Nearly 190k of eruriren porn star AU. Of course it's my top fic.

These Weren't Memories ereri canonverse, written after the first season. It's old, and I don't like all of it, but it's a classic of the ship as I tried to make it work as close to canon as I could.

Neither Tarnished Nor Afraid ereri, and the first true AU I ever wrote. It's a weird police procedural, and I think it's up there just because it's old and has had more time to accumulate kudos to be honest.

The Beneficent Gentleman Finally a non-snk fic. Kingsman, hartwin, and my only epistolary story, loosely based on the novel Daddy Long-Legs, and I'm quite proud of how it turned out.

Flight (When None Pursueth) And we're back to ereri; it was just the biggest ship I ever sailed. This was my serious take on a reincaration AU, and it was not fluffy.

4. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Usually I do now, but back in the heyday of the SNK fandom I rarely did, cause there were just a lot of them. I responded to long ones or ones that asked a question. I also think the culture has changed on it too; ten years ago it was much less expected for authors to respond to generic 'i liked it!' comments, but as comments have dried up overall, it's become more common.

5. What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

If There is a Cure Skyrim fic. Delphine/Dragonborn, and there is no happy ending.

6. What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?

95% of all my other fics tbh.

7. Do you write crossovers?

I don't enjoy crossovers. I wrote one tiny Ojisan to Neko/Persona 5 fic that probably would have been funnier as fanart, but I can't draw.

8. Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Ooh yeah, back in the day on ff.net in the early 2000's I had a guy get all caps on me cause I paired the PC of a game with an older woman, and a few others that were clearly designed to sap my confidence, presumably because I was writing the wrong ship.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Yes. Consensual.

10. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not as far as I'm aware.

11. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yeah a few times. Very flattering. I even had a translator pass on translated comments once.

12. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yes but it's rare. Honestly I've only ever met one person with whom I really clicked as a collaborator. That was a long time ago, and we do very different things now. It's fucking magic if you can find the right person though.

13. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

Ereri is not my current interest, but it really was something special. I sometimes wonder if I'll ever write like it's 2014 again...

14. What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

I don't have one. The only fic I never finished I abandoned completely.

15. What are your writing strengths?

Description; I can do a lot with few details.

16. What are your writing weaknesses?

Sloppy editing, repetitive phrasing, (a symptom of the former) and the pacing on long serialised fics can get very baggy.

17. What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

Keep it to a minimum. If you don't need it, don't use it. It's more trouble than it's worth (I'm wearing my reader's hat for this one; my eye will just skip over it.)

18. What was the first fandom you wrote for?

Morrowind.

19. What’s a fandom/ship you haven’t written for yet but want to?

There isn't one. I've missed fandom a lot over the past few years, and if I'd wanted to write something I would have.

20. What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

My Old Friend. It's barely a fic, really. A man goes back to his hometown to bury his abusive uncle and reconnects with the father of his childhood friend, on whom he had a powerful but obviously unrequited crush on as a teenager. I had to string together a bunch of unrelated prompts as part of an event, and it just turned out really well. I'm proud of it.

[xeymol]

Woah new pinned post jumpscare.

Hello I’m pie, you can call me whatever you want tbh. pie, xey, xeymol, weird void cup, whatever as long as it’s not mean i don’t care lmao

(Used to be known as SoggyMuppet)

Commission sheet

Some important information about me:

- i am EXTREMELY nervous and shy so I apologize if I tend to be awkward with any interactions with anyone

- I may be shy but I don’t mind getting asks, I actually kinda love getting them wither it be answering actual questions or getting doodle requests

- I absolutely love and adore making gifts for people especially if I consider them a friend so gifts for others should be a fairly common sight

- I tend to go for long periods of time without posting, it’s not because I feel I need a break or because I have artblock (may possibly be the case at some point actually) but it happens because I just have a genuinely hard time getting my ideas on paper

- if you ever want to send an ask but your Nervous or I seem scary please know I’m quite harmless and I don’t mind getting asks, it may take me awhile to respond but do know It’s nothing against you and I either just haven’t checked my notifications yet or I’m just taking awhile to type my answer (possibly also drawing something to go with it)

- I am extremely apologetic so I apologize if that gets annoying, I’m just a strong overthinker and I get overwhelmed by it easily which leads to me apologizing a lot for very small thingys

- unreasonably anxious and overly sensitive, if your going to be rude to me please at least be straight up, I can’t tell if or when someone is being jokingly mean and that causes me to overthink and become stressed

- I am very forgetful, some things leave my head instantly so I need to be reminded of things multiple times

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Random Info:

- my persona is some sort of Eldritch creature made of void with a cup for their head, their name is granola

- I absolutely ADORE birds, I can’t draw them for shit but I love seeing pictures of them

- I am not funny. my humor is absolutely horrible, I try to stay family friendly on here but an adult joke might slip sometimes, though I do cuss a lot so I guess I’m not very family friendly💀

- I genuinely do not make sense half the time and when I do it’s either weird or concerning, I’ll say shit like “holy shit Freddy fazbear in portal 2 real not clickbait?!?!?!?!“ or “will skin you alive then boogie on your corpse” and other strange shit, I have something wrong with me

- I have horrible grammar and spelling, autocorrect loves to fuck me over so I’m sorry if a sentence ever comes out wrong on accident

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My main interests right now are:

- space

- horror/body horror

- making strange critters

- a few of my personal projects

- don’t starve/don’t starve together

- regretevator

- Roblox pressure

- animal crossing

- POKEMON‼️

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I usually make fanart for whatever fandom I’m in at the moment but there’s a rare chance I may share if stuff and or original story’s I’m working on, most of what I post is doodles but there is a rare case of fully rendered art. I might post kinda gorey or body horror and genuinely just spooky art one day and if I do I’ll definitely put a warning and try my best to tag it properly, I enjoy making sorta cutesy silly shitposts most the time and I tend to get sorta extreme with my facial expressions lol. I’ve been drawing for technically all my life really, I’m not the best but I’m very devoted to art and designing characters and story’s, my art tends to have heavy shading and overall a sort of dark atmosphere and that’s just due to my immense love for horror and spooky vibes

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Anyways that’s all I have for now, I’ll add to this if I ever have anything more I feel I should add

Goodbye for now, hope you have a lovely day/evening/night💕

___________________________________________________________________________________________________Commission status: currently open🙏

[aquatic-hybrid]

✧ ── 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐍.

Tagged By: @witchcraftandburialdirt

what made you pick up the current muse(s) you have?

Interesting story with Akio's origin, when first starting the blog Akio was actually a collaboration between a very old friend of mine and me. I unfortunately haven't talked to them in a very long time, but the idea was to create a character that could grow to become a more "Hero" type character. At the time, there was quite the lot of OCs who had unique stories, but none of them really had any heroic bits to them. So during Akio's draft, I picked a bunch of my favorite characters to design his personally. The two main characters being Zack Fair from FF7 Crisis Core and Roxas from Kingdom Hearts 2 specifically, Makoto from Persona 3 was also the reason Akio is blue/ocean-themed. So over the course of the years, Akio became a character I am proud to have written. Plus, it gave me a chance to meet a lot of wonderful people!

is there anything you don’t like to write?

Nothing in particular comes to mind out off the top of my head that isn't just common things. Like sudden gore related scenes or scenarios that might be more sensitive to write about, I have written such things before, but it is better to have a proper talk beforehand.

is there anything you really enjoy writing?

Oh, I adore writing action scenes with Akio. It gives me a chance to express Akio's energy and skill in a multitude of ways, but while writing his own skills is fun by itself. I love to add references to other characters assisting him in other ways. It helps to solidify how the connections and friendships he has made helped him grow stronger.

how do you come up with headcanons?

Music is often my main factor when it comes to writing Akio, while I never really had the time to dedicate myself into drawing, I took it upon myself to better my writing instead. With the help of music and even some game scenes, it inspires me to add things to Akio's character and style.

do you write in silence or do you play music? 

I have specific tracks for Akio when I write him, a more casual scene can be written easier with the track [A seafarer's skills - Bravely Default 2]. While come combat oriented ones can be split between Akio's chaotic and heavily stylish combat with [Intervalo I theme - Limbus Company] and, surprisingly, the more serious fights or scenes with either [Chesed's Theme - Library of Ruina] or [It's Going Down Now - Persona 3 Relaod]

do you plan your replies or wing them?

I usually think out my replies, which can cause them to take a while to come out. Ironically, some of my best replies and short stories come when I let myself get lost to whatever I am listening to and just let Akio take over. Usually happens late at night.

do you enjoy shipping? 

Akio is canonically married to Asta [@halfliing-ormr] and he even has kids of his own with her.

But with the idea of shipping in general, I like pairing up Akio with other OCs or characters to see how the synergy works. While a Platonic bond is the main thing to go for, it also helps to bring out other sides of Akio that I usually don't delve on my own. Like a more in depth talk about his magic issues or his heroic tendencies, often bringing him trouble.

what’s your alias/name?  ━━ I go by DarkZexi online, so a variation of it can be an alias.

age? ━━ I am currently 27

birthday? ━━ Feb. 17, my birthday just passed, actually!

favorite color? ━━ Violet, but more specifically Furious Violet - #4e3076 because of Limbus Company

favorite song? ━━ As of right now, it is [Full Moon, Full Life - Persona 3 Reload]

But!! Honorable mentions have to be these three, otherwise i would be here all day with music I adore.

-Iron Lotus - Mili -Them Fightin' Words - Hylics -Quixotic - Lies of P

last movie you watched? ━━ I recently rewatched FF7 Advent Children! And holy shit what a memory trip that was.

last show you watched? ━━ I have no idea if podcasts count as shows, but if they do, it would be Distractable on Spotify. Actual top tier comedy podcast.

last song you listened to? ━━ I was actively switching songs while making this post. But the one I was listening before this was [Invisible - Duran Duran]

favorite food? ━━ Nothing beats a delicious Caldo de Res during the cold winter times.

favorite season? ━━ A big fan of Fall tbh

do you have a Tumblr best friend? ━━ I've met quite a lot of people in tumblr, but I will say the best one I've ever met is @halfliing-ormr cuss I love her, and she is my best friend.

Tagging: @thegoldentigress , @floraluniversal , @theplasmablade idk man I am seeing this post everywhere. So you are free to take it from here and tag me if you do!

[youngerfrankenstein]

Hello! Thank you for answering my tags again for my Persona 3 post!

I now must ask what are your favorite default avatar/player character designs? Any series you can think of!

No problem! And fair warning if you look more into the Persona 2 duology, they are bleak. And annoying to get ahold of nowadays. And have a lot of annoying older game mechanics. And should have been the remake instead of 3 okay enough whining.

My fist thought when I think of straightforward Avatar characters with a set design it’s May from Pokémon.

It’s not even a design I can say is a favourite BUT it’s nostalgic an iconic for me. So I hope you don’t mind if I actually take this ask to talk about something I’ve been thinking about for a while.

Pokémon has REALLY good character design. We could talk about the Pokémon themselves all day but I mean the human characters here. All the gym leaders and major characters have clear and distinct silhouettes, and effective theming. You can tell what type a gym leader uses just from their design half the time.

Villains tend to both take cues from the designs of their subordinates and stand out from them.

And the characters are almost never overdesigned! If anything some of them can be overly simplistic (Blue) and yet instantly recognizable. This also helps in cases like Lillie where her design change halfway through the game helps emphasize her growth as a character!

And this tracks back to the Avatar characters! (Hah! I came back around to it! Eventually! Sort of.) They are all distinct and just about any Pokémon fan can pick out which are from which generation. Heck, people who have never played a Pokémon game can probably recognize Red. There are still Kris Stan’s out there for her being the first female player character in the series and having a memorable design!

And while I 100% understand people wanting to put their own spin on their Avatar I feel like a liiiittle bit of that has been lost. I haven’t played Legends Arceus but their protagonists stand out more in my mind than Sword/Shield’s. (And I think part of this has to do with just seeing the promo art from LA) Personally Avatar characters just stand out more in my mind, and attach more to the game in my mind, if they’re set. Part of this is just an absurdly bad memory, which is very much a Me thing :P

I do think games with general Avatars (not set as a character in a set story) should at least allow for a male and female protagonist, and at least some customization! But set designs tend to make things easier to remember and attach to for me.

(Also sorry for the late reply! I was asleep)

[justagingerwithredhair]

Salutations and welcome to my blog!

---General Profile---

Adult

Electio Aroace

Genderfluid Wizard (he/him)

American (tragically)

---My Favorite---

Foods: pomegranate, coconut, mushrooms, pie, tempura, sushi, and tea

Color: yellow

Song Genres: jazz, swing, bossa-nova, orchestral, lo-fi, and electronic

Books: The Devil and the Dark Water, The 7½ Deaths of Evelyn Hardcastle, House in the Cerulean Sea, The Hate U Give, The Song of Achilles (and many more)

Shows: The Owl House, Bob's Burgers, Carole & Tuesday, Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood, Parks & Recreation, Abbott Elementary (and many more)

Games: Animal Crossing, Stardew Valley, Minecraft, Terraria, Spiritfarer, The Legend of Zelda, Pokémon, Octopath Traveler, Persona 5, Ace Attorney, Splatoon, Team Fortress 2

Animal: 💖✨️Narwhal✨️💖

---Interests and Such---

Likes: writing, philosophy, investigation, acting, singing, roleplaying, design, armature swordplay, travel, autumn, and Halloween

Dislikes: The United States of America, summer, and tomatoes

---Tags---

#ginger rambles: just random thoughts i have

#asks: any ask i decide to respond to

#ginger's grimoire: posts i decide to add to my spell book

#ask rpg: asks sent in the spirit of playing our made-up tumblr rpg or posts pertaining to it

#moots: anything having to do with loving my mutuals <3

---Extra Bits & Bobs---

I am just a huge nerd, and I love discussing art and media.

I know I’ve thrown a lot of information together here, but if you want to know more about me, don’t be afraid to send in an ask! Thank you for reading to the end! ^^

[katagawajr]

10 Characters | 10 Fandoms | 10 Tags!

(tagged by @babeoffrontiers thank you!!! 🫶)

i think other than the number one spot, none of these are in any particular order. but yes let's begin.

Caleb Widogast (Critical Role). undisputed favorite character in any piece of media, he’s my entire world. literally a perfect narrative story, an emotional character exploration of grief and found family and time itself. profoundly sad man but also filled with so much silly sweetness that makes the sadness even MORE painful. he's a friend, he's a lover, he's a pining man, he's of the empire but not a friend to the empire. he's MY boy, he's a magic man, he's trying to be the man his parents believed he could be. i can cry (and have cried) about him for hours on end but i’m not making this list any longer. ("hi caleb... how are you doing today?" AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH)

Gale Dekarios (Baldur’s Gate 3). omg another sad wizard? sorry i have a type. wyll also belongs on this list but i’m hopelessly drawn to gale so i have to pick him. mama’s boy? cat dad? big wet eyes, a little suicidal and extremely devoted? i don’t know that i’ve clutched my heart harder than when i saw his act 2 romance scene for the first time. i think it also just pulls at my heartstrings that his relationship with tav is so showing of his kindness regardless of whether or not you romance him. even platonic gale is so ;-;

Ann Takamaki (Persona 5). i fought about putting yusuke or ryuji or even zenkichi but this spot has to go to ann because she's just so. perfect. the first arc of p5 is the BEST hands down and she's literally one of the biggest reasons why. the writers end up ruining her but the way she grows even in that first arc... her confidant scene with the line "i'm just a lonely, scared girl..." BREAKS ME. she's a treasure, she's strong and kind and wants to be a light for others while not giving up on the things that make her 'girly.' and her love for ryuji as best friends is one of my favorite dynamics ever.

Artemis (Hades). i love artemis in general, i grew an attachment during my greek mythology kid phase and never let go so i'm obsessed with every iteration of her in media. but artemis in hades has my favorite visual design in the game combined with her quiet sweetness :') and her willingness to have a family bond with zagreus because she's also an outcast who's overwhelmed by her other family members. and then to be a total badass of a goddess, ugh love her.

Katagawa Jr. (Borderlands). okay this one is funny because i honestly love katagawa as an OC more than canon... like canon treated him pretty badly and if it was based on that alone then august tftbl would be in this spot. but the POTENTIAL... ohhh the potential... youngest son born into the highest echelon of one of the most powerful companies in the galaxy, but to CEO parents who see them only as property?? and puts barcodes on the back of their necks?? and katagawa jr being the desperately lonely, attention-seeking son? don't get me started on him and naoko... genuinely my OC now. i took him from canon.

Julian Devorak (The Arcana). this one always embarrasses me to talk about because it's like a romance visual novel game. so let's make it quick. but julian is unironically such a good character, i'm a sucker for the way he loves his little sister more than anything in the world. also for being a silly pirate plague doctor who wants to help people, blames himself for a past he can't even remember, and trips over his own heels being so madly in love. the outfit and eyepatch too, 10/10.

Crona Gorgon (Soul Eater). the definition of 'nonbinary baby' LMAO- but seriously, i instantly fell in love with their design when i first watched. one of the best ever, including ragnarok's design being a part of them. being so powerful but so pained, just such a sad soul and it's so interesting to watch them on screen. i love a character that seems silly and awkward and then also can turn very scary/cool. brief shoutout to stein though, i almost put him on here instead because his design and fighting style are just peak >>

Mad Maggie (Apex Legends). my first ever apex love was horizon, but idk when maggie came out i just fell in love with her personality? she's SO funny to me. i also love her and fuse's backstory, and i think her tough attitude but capability of being kinda sweet as well is cute (although i genuinely just adore her as a mean character too. let women be meaner. she's funny and hot about it). her kit is also very fun even though i'm bad with it, i love riot drilling halfway across the map when i play her. her voice is 10/10 and even her theme music is banger.

Undyne (Undertale). undertale still has one of the greatest narratives in all of gaming history and i will die happily on that hill. sorry. undyne was always my girl, her being the badass knight (that everyone assumes is some scary guy), her theme music is still one of THE best video game songs ever. her design is amazing, finding out that she's papyrus's friend and that she's in love with alphys, her backstory with asgore. all amazing character beats. and that's not even mentioning the genocide run... "for the sake of the whole world... I, UNDYNE, WILL STRIKE YOU DOWN." ugh.

Prince Canute (Vinland Saga). gah i haven't even watched season 2 yet because i'm terribly behind. BUT. oh my god, i think canute's monologue in the snow in season 1 actually fundamentally changed my brain???? and the way that i think??? like i felt something crack within me. i actually gave a talk about that exact scene in an animation class i had once. anyways i loved watching him on screen and watching him change... watching him be so sad... not to mention his design is just very very pretty. can't wait to see my best friend canute in s2 i'm sure nothing bad will happen right.

tagging: @magnuficentwo @aliensmoothie and anyone else who wants to do it if you feel like it, no obligation :) i'm bad at the tagging part of tag games sorry!

[blushroom20]

I posted 874 times in 2022

That's 284 more posts than 2021!

77 posts created (9%)

797 posts reblogged (91%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@gallade-x-treme

@kirafrog

@blushroom20

@supercoolliquidwater

@freakova

I tagged 860 of my posts in 2022

Only 2% of my posts had no tags

#like to reblog - 204 posts

#round chef teru - 134 posts

#don’t mind me just going through my teruteru backlog - 104 posts

#colorado mountain town - 82 posts

#the adorable one - 56 posts

#the drawings of blushrooms - 46 posts

#fall guys - 46 posts

#blu blurbs - 42 posts

#live a live - 33 posts

#binding of isaac - 32 posts

Longest Tag: 138 characters

#wanna get back into eo but that requires busting out my 3ds until atlus decides to port something other than persona to modern consoles/pc

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Got a pleasant surprise while playing Dead Cells earlier

17 notes - Posted November 12, 2022

#4

Watching bits and pieces of RTGame play Persona 5 Royal. That game is the textbook example of "something I love to watch but never have the patience to play through myself"...

Reminds me of when I watched SuperJeenius play through Persona 4 many years ago...

19 notes - Posted November 14, 2022

#3

An update on this post

Don’t think I’ll work much more on it (as I said before modding of this game isn’t possible and drawing these designs is a pain) though I do have an idea for NoLegs I might doodle at some point…

19 notes - Posted June 24, 2022

#2

Happy 13th Anniversary Epic Battle Fantasy! This series has given me many hours of fun. I made this fanart for both the contest but also just to show my appreciation for a series that was part of my childhood.

28 notes - Posted May 1, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Happy 10th Anniversary to Nyarglebargle

28 notes - Posted November 11, 2022

Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

[pkmnmaster99]

In no particular order

1.) Penny Polendina (RWBY)

The sweetest angel who I am still in denial about :’)

2.) Gin Ibushi (Your Turn To Die)

The goodest little boy and well written canon autistic representation

3.) Goro Akechi (Persona 5)

He’s a bitch and I love him for it, probably my main blorbo

4.) Connie (Steven Universe)

Super relatable, loved her character growth throughout the show

5.) Hunter (The Owl House)

My favorite traumatized white boy

6.) Shawn Spencer (Psych)

Live action rep Great sense of humor and delightful adhd vibes

7.) Guzma (and Team Skull in general) (Pokemon Sun/Moon)

This man kicked my ass the first time I met him and I love him for that

8.) Deep Cut (Splatoon 3)

Their designs have delighted me since day one and the cringefail swag from the campaign only made me love them more

9.) Kingdom Hearts

Listen, I’m around 9 months deep in this hyperfixation and this series takes up too much brain space for me to pick a single character. I’ve been rotating all of them in my head and they’re all interesting to an extent (headcanons might be carrying some of them but whatever). Here’s the best I can do:

Riku Replica - he never got to live his life 🥺

Sea Salt Trio - days did a number on me

Namine - com is one of my favorites storywise and I want good things for her

Young/DR-era Xehanort - my horrible son

Apprentice Xehanort/Terranort/Xemnas(?)/Another/Identities Georg - listen, I don’t think this guy is 100% xehanort and I Really like thinking about how he works in terms of the in-universe metaphysics

I’m gonna actually try tagging people this time. Lmk if I’m overstepping/you not interested in tag games and I’ll remove you.

@posterchild010 @dreamsy990 @the-beasts-have-arrived @taranza-stan @midgarmosquito

top 9 fav characters wrap up! thanks @spineless-lobster for the tag ❤️

1. Will Graham (Hannibal)

literally who’s surprised. he’s so guy

2. Oliver Quick (Saltburn)

this twink is definitely higher than he should be all things considered but i watched saltburn in theatres on saturday and i’ve been fundamentally changed as a person by it. honourable mention from this movie is farleigh btw

3. Larxene (Kingdom Hearts)

she’s my favourite losergirl <3

4. Sonic the Hedgehog

scrungle. ‘nuff said

5 + 6. Shinji Ikari and Kaworu Nagisa

these guys literally live in my pinterest google how so i get them out out out out

7. Herbert West (Re-Animator)

idiot boy i love u

8. Hannibal Lecter (Hannibal)

sorry it took so long to get to you babygirl

9. Metal Sonic (Sonic the Hedgehog)

my daughter

WAAAA that’s it my tumblr is literally lagging my phone so i’ll make the tags quick @smashingwindshields @thatenglishchap @gogocrazycocoa @catboyanthem @pkmnmaster99 @slavicprincess1996 @my-sanctuary-arts and anyone else who would like to join!

[twinkle-320]

Promise Me

One Shot:  Choices Prompt Story (Prompt found here)

Fandom:  The Royal Romance

Pairing:  Riley & Drake, Liam x Olivia, Riley & Liam (past/friendship)

Rating:  MA

Warnings:  Grief, mentions of death

Word Count: 2275

A/N:  This is set 4 years after my canon compliant series, ‘Not Quite Cinderella’ and is sort of a ‘What if’ Riley didn’t stay after the end of Book 2.  It can be read as a stand alone, but just things to know from the series: 1) Riley’s given name is Emily, she changed it at 18, 2) Riley’s mom passed away a year before the social season so Riley was still processing her grief on the one-year anniversary that occurred during their time at Applewood in my series.

A/N 2:  First person is not my usual style so...hope it’s okay :) and please forgive any errors (grammatical, tense, etc.)

My Other Stuff:  Masterlist

Prompt Tags: @choicesprompts

Taglist: @ladyangel70 @gkittylove99 @lovingchoices14 @petiteboheme @kingliam2019 @differenttyphoonwerewolf @walkerdrakewalker​ @alyshak92​

The cool wind pushes my hair back as I walk along the familiar path, every step taking me deeper into the past. It’s been years since I’ve been here; everything is different.

Everything is the same.

I’m not paying attention to the present as I walk, I’m too lost in memories of long ago. That’s why I don’t notice the person walking towards me until I hear a familiar voice call my name.

I freeze. It can’t be. What are the odds?

I lift my head as my eyes dart wildly around before finally landing on a face I’d recognize anywhere, even now.

“It’s you.”

“Liam?”  I blink my eyes rapidly; I must be dreaming.  That is the only rational explanation for the King of Cordonia to be standing in the middle of a cemetery in Hill Heights, Pennsylvania.  Glancing around, I look to see if anyone else is with him but I see no one, not even the usual security that follows him around.  I know who I’m really looking for…so does he.  “Wha…what are you doing here?”

A gentle smile crosses his face.  I’m further thrown by his demeanor, increasingly convinced that this is all a figment of my imagination.  Gone is his usual polished persona as he casually slips his hands in the pockets of his designer jeans and chuckles.  “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“Well…this would be the place for it,” I quip.

Liam looks down toward the stone at my feet where my mother’s name is etched before tentatively taking a step towards me and wrapping me in his arms.  “I’m here…I’m real.”

“But you haven’t told me why,” I sigh into his chest.

“I needed to see you. Things were…”  Pulling back, he looks down at me and I see the haze of sadness in his otherwise crystal blue eyes.  “…rather unsettled when you left.”

My breath catches in my throat as I gasp.  “Liam, that was…that was four years ago!  And I…told you everything.”

Liam nods.  “Can we…can we sit?” he asks, gesturing to a nearby memorial bench.  “Let’s talk.”

“Ok.”  I feel his hand land on the small of my back and I quicken my step to put some distance between us.  There was a time when I would have relished in his touch, but that time had long since passed.

We sit and his gaze lingers toward the memorial garden we just came from.  “You chose beautiful flowers.”

“Thank you,” I whisper. “But I don’t think you came all the way from Cordonia to talk about the flowers I leave on my mother’s grave.”

“No…no, I didn’t.  I came to talk about what happened.”

“That’s very…broad,” I counter.  “I’m not sure what more there is to say, Liam.  I tried to give us closure.”

“You did,” he agrees.

“So, you…you moved on? Married?” I ask curiously.

“Not a follower of world news?” he jests.

“I’ve been trying to put Cordonia behind me, Liam, so…no, I haven’t kept up on the latest news.”

“I see.  Well,” he says, as another smile twitches at his lips.   It’s genuine…I can see he’s happy which confuses me all the more, because I can feel the sadness lingering in his presence.  “I can give you the condensed version, if you’d like?”

His eyes search my face and I’m certain he can see my hesitance.  I nod my head for him to continue, saying a silent prayer that nothing he says will break my already fragile heart.

“Okay, then,” he continues.  “Cordonia has had some tumultuous times in recent years, but we have had our share of happiness as well.  During the period in which I remained unmarried after breaking my engagement to Madeline, the monarchy came under attack by people seeking to overthrow me…”

“Oh my god, Liam,” I gasp, “I am so sorry.  I had…I had no idea you’d face anything like that when I…”

Liam places his hand gently over mine, calming me.  “No one could have known.  I don’t blame you, Riley.  I could have married quickly, but…but thanks to you, I still believed that I had a chance to marry for love.”

“That…seems like an odd thing to say to the woman who turned down your proposal,” I retort, quirking an eyebrow.

“Yes, well…it was something you said that night.  You told me that, often the ones that have the most difficulty expressing their love have the capacity to feel it the deepest.��

And there it was…I felt my heart clinch in my chest as the new crack formed.  “I did say that, didn’t I?”

“You did…and that gave me the ability to see certain people in a new light.  Sadly, we lost my father during that time in one of the attacks on the palace…” he says, his smile fading as he looks again toward my mother’s grave.

My hand flies to my mouth. “Oh Liam…”

“It’s okay…I’m okay, I assure you.  I have had my time to grieve.  My father died saving me and I am sure he preferred it that way as opposed to letting the cancer take him.  There is small comfort in that…his last act of love for me.  But during those difficult times, there was one person who was there for me above all else…one person who dared not speak their love but showed it endlessly in actions and…in allowing her to guide me through my grief, I realized that I had perhaps loved her since I guided her through her own…”

“Olivia?” I smile.

With just her name, Liam lights up with happiness and I know I’m right before he even nods.

“Yes…Olivia.  We married about a year after you left. Prince Fabian was born about 10 months after that and…Princess Emily will be born any day now…”  He trails off and despite his expression and happy news, I can still feel the weight of sadness looming over us.

Tears spring to my eyes. “Emily?  You’re…you’re naming her after me?”

Liam wraps his arm around my shoulders and pulls me close.  “Of course we are…your true given name, to honor you and the woman who raised you to be who you are,” he says, smiling out toward the garden.  “My Queen is a proud woman, and would never admit it to anyone but me, and perhaps you, but she knows the part you played in bringing us together.  We would not have what we have if not for you and your courage.”

“Courage?” I scoff.  “I did nothing courageous.”

“It took courage to be honest, Riley.  Others in your position may have set their feelings aside and married me for the Crown and the title.  You followed your heart and set me free to follow mine.”

“And look where it got me,” I say, wiping at my tears in frustration.

“Which brings us back to why I am here…” he says.  Reaching out, he gently cups my chin and turns me to face him.  “You left.”

“Thank you Captain Obvious,” I jest, trying to lighten the mood.

“Riley…don’t deflect.”

I gently take his hand from my chin and hold it in my lap.  “I don’t want to talk about it, Liam.”

“But we must.  I need to understand.”

“Why?  You said it yourself, you ended up where you belong so there is nothing to understand.”

“I may have ended up where I belong, but my two dearest friends didn’t…” he says.  “That night was very…difficult for me, but…I found peace in knowing that my momentary pain would lead to you and Drake having the happiness that you deserve…”

My whole body tenses at just the sound of his name.  “Liam, please…”

“Riley, I’m sorry this is hard for you, but I just need to know what happened.”

“Then ask him…” I sneer, not even attempting to hide the bitterness in my tone.

“He loved you,” Liam says gently.

I nod as the tears once again slide down my cold, chapped cheeks.  “Yes, he did.”

“But you left anyway…” he prods.

“I had to, Liam.”

“Why?”

I sigh, trying to find the words to explain to him the very thing I hadn’t been able to explain to myself for four years.  “Because…because he loved me, but he didn’t love himself.  The universe played it’s cruelest trick…I met the right person at the wrong time.”

“I’m not sure I understand.”

“Liam…you know as well as I do that Drake and I didn’t fall in love under ‘normal’ circumstances.  He fell for me while I was still a suitor for you, and he hated himself for it.  And I…I returned his feelings during the season and finally allowed myself to fully fall during the tour, knowing what you hoped for at the end of it all, and he blamed himself for that too.  Drake doesn’t see himself the way we see him; he sees himself as the bad guy.  In his mind, he destroys everything he touches and fails everyone he loves…he felt that way about Savannah, about you, and ultimately about me.  So, after I turned down your proposal, I went to him and told him that I loved him, that I chose him, and that I was moving to Cordonia to be with him but he…”  My body begins to shake with sobs as all the pain I’ve shoved down for four years starts rushing back.  “…he decided that since it was inevitable…he’d ruin us before we ever even had a chance.  That’s why I stayed in New York when the court left…he told me he couldn’t be with me.”

“You just…accepted it?”

I shrug.  “Not really.  I told him that I believed in us…I believed that one day, we would find each other again and just know that the timing was…right.  I told him that I’d always love him, and I asked him to promise me…to prom…” I choke on the words as I gasp for breath through my sobs.

“To promise you that if he still loved you in five years, he’d come tell you.”

My entire body startles with shock and all I can do is stare as the tears continue to pour from my eyes. “H..h…how, how did you know that?” I ask in a shaky breath.

“He told me,” Liam replies pulling me close and holding me as my tears stain his coat.  “Did you keep up your end of the bargain?  Do you still love him?”

“With all my heart,” I breathe.

“Would you go back?”

I nod.  “If he comes for me…if he asks me to…yes, in heartbeat,” I reply.  I am as sure that I love him now, as I was then.  I just needed him to be ready for me.  “I’ve prayed every day that it wouldn’t take him five years to choose me.”

“It didn’t take him five years…he’s been here, in this very spot on this very day, every year for the last three years…”

“No…no he hasn’t.  He couldn’t have been…how would he have known?”

“You told him during the social season…on the first anniversary of your mother’s death…you told him about the pact you made with your brother to come here on this day every year because you were so upset to be missing it already the first year…”

I think back and realize he’s right.  I was a wreck at Applewood as the anniversary approached, and Drake was there for me, supporting me through it all.  It meant the world to me and was among the many things that made me fall in love with him. “He remembered…” I cry.

I feel Liam nod against the top of my head.  “Yes, he remembered.  We never knew where you ended up when you chose to stay behind in New York, but Drake knew that when the time was right, he’d know where to find you.”

“But, I never saw him…”

“Riley, he chose you the minute you left, but he wanted to make something of himself first.  He came each year, simply to see you, to be near you…”

“I didn’t need him to make something of himself, I…I just needed him.”

“But you said it, he needed to love himself, and he…he was getting there.”

“Was?” I ask, searching his face as a feeling of dread settles in my stomach.  “Li…Liam, wh…why…if he’s been coming every year…wh…why are you here today?”

I’ve felt it lingering since the moment I saw him but my stomach flips in knots as I watch the normally stoic King fail to mask the sadness in his eyes.  It’s a deep, profound sadness, not easily hidden, even for someone so trained.  “Drake…made me promise to come if there was ever a time he could not.”

I jump to my feet.  “NO!”  I take off across the memorial garden on shaky legs.  “I don’t want to hear any more,” I cry.

“Riley, wait…” Liam runs after me, catching me just as I come to a stop at my mother’s headstone.

“Please, god, no…please, mom, don’t…don’t let him say it…” I cry, just barely a whisper.

“I’m sorry, Riley…I’m so sorry…he…he saved my wife’s life, my daughter’s life…but…”

I don’t even recognize the primal sounds coming from my own lips as my legs give out.  Crumpled on the ground, I clutch the headstone, pleading and wailing.  Liam kneels beside me and takes me in his arms.

“I need you to come back with me…” he weeps, “He can’t ask you, but I’m asking.  I…I need you to save him…”

My head snaps up as I gasp for breath, trying to speak.  “H…he…he…”

“He’s holding on, but barely,” Liam cries.  “Please…please Riley, come back with me.”

[nyxronomicon]

100 followers celebration!

take a moment and appreciate what i’ve put together for y’all...

Thrilled to have made it to 100!! While there’s still a ~select collection~ of you, I thought it would be fun to do horny art

You might be wondering, how can I see my blorbo like this? Ask and you shall receive my friends

Send me a name & number and I’m going to draw an undetermined number of people (probably 2-5) over the next few weeks in these sexy harnesses. These are not requests per se but suggestions so I don’t expect to do them all!

Rules:

You must be following me

I will not indulge requests on anon- this is to make sure all participants are 18+ (also please for the love of diavolo have your age in bio or i will block you)

You can request via ask, DM, comment on this post, reblog/tags, wherever honestly lol

While the images are all men, you can also send female characters! I’ll alter the harness/ropes if it would not make sense for a woman’s body (thinking about #8 draped over some tits so respectfully...)

side note: if you have a female body harness in mind feel free to send that instead keeping in the BDSM/ropes theme

side side note: i’m open to depicting characters with body parts alternative to canon

I will likely add dick, feel free to send pics if you have something in mind (don’t make me regret this lmao) (it can be dildos and in fact this is what i expect)

I am a creature that works on inspiration- if you want me to do your request, tailor it to me

I should not have to say this but please don’t send characters that are canonically minors. I will not age up. I’ll block you if you do this (if the age is ambiguous feel free to check with me)

The art will not be tagged as such but housekeeping for this event will be tagged #gray100 (sorry you are forced to look at the art lol)

Characters/fandoms I am open to under the cut~

Obey me

really anyone except for Luke

lmk if you want demon form/bunny or cat ears ;)

throwing my oc Diaval out there just in case anyone’s interested lol (yes this is basically a guarantee i’ll draw it tho lol)

Genshin 

Any of the adult characters are fair game but I’ll list some favorites

boys: Childe, Dottore, Pantalone, Itto, Diluc, Kaeya, Dain, Thoma, Xiao, Zhongli

girls: Yelan, Beidou, Raiden Shogun, Yae Miko, Rosaria

The Witcher (show or game)

Persona 4/5

Dojima, Adachi, Iwai or Takemi

Devil May Cry

Castlevania (the show- i’m not familiar with the games)

Hades

OCs

that’s right! if your character design seems interesting i might do an OC- please send some personality notes with it & also lmk how NSFW you are comfy with me going

I might add some others later- this list is not exhaustive & feel free to toss a suggestion my way that’s not listed! I’ll let you know if I don’t know who that is & you can throw an unlimited number of ideas at me lol

[forevamark]

with careful eyes (l.jn) part 1

PART ONE. part 2 part 3 [coming soon will link here when posted]

Pairing: lee jeno x fem!reader insert

Tags: heavily inspired by NYFW Jeno, model celebrity au, personal stylist reader, cold jeno, timid reader, mutual pining, anger issues/doesn’t know how to show his feelings bc he’s dumb jeno, one bed troupe hehe,

Warning: none for now, eventual smut in later parts- warnings updated in those parts

Word Count: 5.8k

Summary: top ten rising model of the year to look out for, lee jeno!  That's who you were responsible for. Your job is easy, make him look exactly how the designer wants him to look- flawless. Kinda hard to focus when all you can feel is his eyes on you.

I really said two weeks ago that this fic would be out later that week... okay I lied LOL Classes for my fall semester started and I have been a bit out of it lately so I decided to break up this fic into parts. Potentially three..

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“Thank you czennie!” You heard Mark yell out over the loud cheers before all the dreamies took one final bow and descended into the stage below. 

“Did you see the girl in the front wearing your alien glasses Melk?” Haechan chuckled while rushing over to you for a quick cool down and touch up before the encore.

“How could he not? She was barely wearing anything besides those glasses!” Jaemin laughed while pushing him out of the way, getting in line for a light powder over his face.

“Stop talking and save your breath!” you scolded while touching up Jaemin’s eyeliner, “keep talking and I’ll smear this all over your face!”

“Two minute warning!” their stage manager yelled while clapping to hurry things along.

“I can’t believe I missed my iconic jump during Beatbox,” Jisung pouted.

“I’m just glad you caught yourself JiJi,” you sighed while spraying his bangs, “besides if anyone makes fun of you I’m sure czennie will beat them up.”

“Thanks noona!” The boys smiled before getting ready to go back out.

“Forty five second countdown, Dream get ready!” 

They lined up one by one ready to run back on stage, some jumping in place to hype each other up.

“Jeno!” He turned towards you raising a brow, “can I please fix that piece on top? It kept flying into your eyes during the dance breaks?” 

“I’ll be fine.” he curtly responded before running out.

You sighed watching his retreating frame, frown immediately grown into that boyish eye smile that all the fans adored. You don’t quite know why Jeno always had to make it a scene to avoid you at all costs. You didn’t have the problem with any of the other dreamies, just him. Over the past year of you working with SM Entertainment, you’ve grown fond of the NCT boys, so much so that you would even call them close friends, maybe even brothers. 

You adored their work ethic and stamina, and they were all just true to their idol personas, all except Jeno. Although he would joke and be friendly to other staff, he kept his distance from you. 

If you were at their dorm picking outfits for their next outing, he would find some excuse to leave for the entire time you were there. If you were assigned to do his makeup for a concept shoot, he would request another makeup artist before you would even step onto the set. You chalked it up to him not entirely loving your personality, meanwhile the dreamies would constantly insist that he doesn’t hate you and just doesn't fare well with new people. 

Either way, your time with Jeno can only be described as brief, awkward, and strictly professional.

You would be lying if you said it didn’t hurt. Actually it hurt a lot. 

Before accepting the position as NCT Dream’s stylist, you were actually a huge NCT fan. Imagine the excruciating pain of seeing your ult bias be nothing like how his image was. 

You knew all his rap parts by heart and you knew all his little habits. You watched every interview and variety show. You stayed up counting down to the next music video to drop and spent the whole day streaming it. All that to have your first encounter with the group and Jeno didn’t even bother to show up, and when he did, he didn’t even bat an eye at your presence, completely ignoring you, just snapped his fingers and told you to do his makeup quickly. 

“You should have sprayed down Jeno’s front bang, it keeps getting in his eyes,” your co stylist spoke up from behind you as you both watched the performance from the screens. 

“I tried to, he wouldn’t let me,” you responded with your eyes never leaving his movements on stage.

“Assert yourself, it is your job.” she tutted before walking away, “if he were to fall, it would be on you.” 

You let her leave as you studied each of the boy's outfits, noting that Chenle’s watch may need a resizing with how often he was adjusting it when he walked to the sides. Adding to your notes that Renjun was in dire need of a touch up on his roots after the concert as soon as possible, you made your way to their dressing room and laid out their after concert outfits for each of them to change into after their showers.

Mark will want to wear loose shorts, he hates tight clothes after a shower.

Renjun will want a big casual tee, maybe that new green one you ordered the other day.

Jaemin will for sure be wearing slides, his dogs just demand to be out after a long day on his feet.

Haechan will fight you before washing his hair so you make sure to leave a written note on top of his stack of clothes along with his purple shampoo bottle for emphasis.

 ‘I know exactly how much product is in here so I better see it being used!’

Chenle will appreciate his favorite comfy white tank top and shorts.

And Jisung will wear whatever you put out for him- like the golden child he is. 

But Jeno? You stood stumped staring at his rack of options, 50 shades of black lined up like a void. 

The most you knew of Jeno was that he was the hardest to dress. It seemed as though there are no right answers but there are definitely wrong answers, that’s why you always resort to dressing him in black. Guess in a way it resembles his inner self, dark and soulless.  You decided on an oversized black hoodie and fitted joggers with a bucket hat. 

“Took you long enough,” you heard from behind you. There stood Jeno tapping his foot, the rest of the stacks of clothes were gone, and the sounds of showers running were heard in the distance, “it’s not like I’m that hard to dress anyways,” he huffs snatching the outfit out of your hands and heading towards the washroom himself. 

Well then.

You start to pack up all the clothes and makeup along with the rest of your team to help clear out of the stadium.

–

The ride back to the hotel flew by, you don’t know when exactly you fell asleep but you do know you don’t remember getting into the van in the first place. Groggily, you pulled your large suitcase out of the trunk and stomped through the lobby towards the elevator. You wanted nothing more than to take a hot shower and order some well deserved room service while you lounged around in a robe falling asleep to a kdrama. 

As you pressed the big 10 button your eyes relaxingly closed awaiting to be lifted. However a pale hand stretched out right before it closed causing it to beep and reopen. Your eyes shot back open revealing a Jeno dressed in… not what you laid out? 

His eyes met yours, shocked to see you as well, before rolling them and joining you inside, distancing himself from you completely leaning on the opposite wall and pressing the 11 button.

“You know we are all on floor 10 right?” you say to him pressing 10 again for emphasis.

“No we’re not. We are on 11,” he smugly said while looking at you and pressing 11.

“Your manager gave me my key card and he said it was floor 10. We are all on floor 10!” you annoyingly banter back while smacking 10.

“11!”

“10!”

The button blinked as the elevator jolted when it hit the 10th floor, however the doors did not open. 

“Look what you did,” Jeno complained while looking upwards pinching his nose, “now we’re stuck. It’s not even stuck on the right floor.” 

“I didn’t do it! You’re the one who kept pressing the wrong floor!”

“Whatever! Lemme try to call someone for help in the meantime,” he took his phone out calling his manager asking for the hotel staff to retrieve us, “He said that it’ll be about fifteen minutes.” 

You nodded in response, your eyes not meeting his, instead opting to take a seat in the corner to rest your head, knees pulled towards your chest. Jeno follows suit mirroring you in the opposite corner. 

The silence was deafening. You can hear their manager making sounds of frustration and concern about one of his babies being stuck in this death box. There was so much palpable tension and awkwardness in the space, what made things worse was Jeno starting to stare around minute three. Your eyes were fixed on the small jibbitz on your crocs, shuffling slightly to rotate them to avoid meeting his gaze. He continued burning holes into your sides for another eight minutes until you finally spoke up.

“Jeno.”

“Hmm?”

“What are you staring at?”

“Just wondering.”

“Penny for your thoughts?”

“Gonna cost you a lot more than that.” 

You nodded your head in between your knees. I guess now is a good time to ask him what his deal with you is? It’s not like he can run…? 

You finally mustered the courage to meet his snake eyes, sighing deeply before asking,

“Jeno, why do you not like-” 

Before you could finish your question, there was a loud bang and a red piece was wedged between the slit of the metal doors before being pried open revealing the hotel staff and a relieved manager. He lurched forward immediately pulling Jeno towards him as if the elevator would drop in seconds. 

“y/n come come!” he motioned for you to join his open arms as well next to a squished Jeno, “oh I’m so glad we didn’t have to call the fire department. Imagine the damage control I would have to do to deflate any potential dating rumors since you both decided to break the elevator on the last leg of the tour.” 

You smiled a tight lipped reaction and patted the manager in comfort as Jeno tried to pull away in embarrassment. Hotel staff apologized profusely as the dreamie manager threatened to sue quite loudly. It took Jeno having to pull his manager back to calm him down and you chuckled softly.

“Thank you Jen,” your manager softened looking at him and fixing his shirt and shooing the staff away, “Jeno, you didn’t tell me y/n was also in there with you!”

“I, well,” he stammered, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Never mind that, I needed to talk to you two anyways!” he clapped his hand before ushering you two to sit on a nearby decorative couch in the hall, “just moments before I received the terrible news of you two getting stuck in the elevator, I just got off the phone with the opportunity of a lifetime for Jeno!”

“I secured you a modeling role in the US!”

“Congrats Jeno,” you lightly bow towards him politely as he sits shell shocked.

“And that’s not even the best part! It’s for New York Fashion Week! The most important week for a model’s career, and our very own Jeno will be representing the kpop industry by opening a show for Peter Do!” 

Now it was your turn to widen your eyes and jaw to drop.

“Peter Do?” You yelled, “He booked a gig for Peter Do’s runway in New York Fashion Week?”

“Yes he did! Isn’t that fantastic?”

“Lucky you Mister,” you breathed out while looking at Jeno, “I am a big fan of Peter Do. Consider yourself lucky. The man has styled Zendaya.” 

“Well y/n,” his manager said, “I was wondering if you would like to accompany Jeno to New York for the week leading up to the show. Jaemin brought up how you were interested in transitioning into the high fashion runway industry one day, and Jeno does need a translator. We also need someone to do the social media stories for the NCT page. I feel like with your insight into the industry it would be more helpful than any of us here.”

“No way!” you jumped up hugging him upon hearing the proposal, “I have dreamed of working in New York Fashion Week since I was a little girl! Of course I want to go! Thank you for the opportunity manager nim!”

“Great! I just need you to work with the stylist for the next shoot before you two leave next week so that we can function here without you. Then you will be on a plane with some staff and Jeno to New York.” you nodded.

“So that means you two will need to get along,” he narrowed his eyes, “Jisung told me there is some unspoken tension between you two so either figure it out or put on one hell of a show. If you think there are cameras on you 24/7 here in Korea, there will be even more there,” he stood up prompting you to as well, “so figure this out. Whatever it is.”

“We will!” you saluted with a smile.

“Love the enthusiasm y/n, but I mean more so Mr. Grumpy,” you both looked over at the still unmoved Jeno. 

“I’m going to start drafting the looks for in between shows now!” You started heading towards your room, ready to run a bubble bath while sketching.  

–

The next time you see Jeno is three days later back in the SM building for costuming. The boys have been hard at work for the next comeback and you know the looks need to align. This photo book shoot meant a lot to you. It finally got your name out as a big name designer and stylist, plus Beatbox was already so iconic you knew you had to top what you put together last time. You had each of the boys standing next to one another surveying the color schemes and taking out pieces that didn’t quite fit.

“When are we going to do a sexy concept?” Jaemin asks while wiggling his eyebrows. 

You lightly chuckled while comparing two belts in front of him, “whenever you all make sexy music, I’ll be sure to order more sexy clothes okay?”

“Hey, our music is sexy!” Haechan whined.

“Yeah because I definitely get it on while Chewing Gum plays, right?” they all groan at your response.

“Please we were children, don’t bring that up!” Renjun sighs.

“Okay maybe not the debut, but I’m for sure not playing Hello Future…”

“Nah nah, Hello Future works!” Mark defends. Everyone turns to look at him, “you just gotta like…” Mark puts his hands out and thrusts his hips to the beat of the chorus, “see works just fine.” 

No one made a sound while staring at Mark, his eyes closed vigorously thrusting in the air while humming.

“You guys picked him as leader?” you gesture towards the sight.

“By default okay?” Chenle says while halting Mark with a hand up.

“Well,” you take a step back, “Something isn’t right, I can't put my finger on it though. Maybe it’s the shoes…”

“I think our hair is throwing you off, what colors are we doing this time around?” Jisung asked. Each of the boys were equally excited, surprisingly even Jeno.

“Let me check my notes,” you pull out your clipboard, “Mark will be going teal, Renjun I want you to go light pink and grow out the hair a bit. Haechan you already know you will be continuing the honey brown, but only if you keep up with that hair washing schedule I put you on! Jaemin and Jeno will go natural black, Lele I put down black with the blue streaks, and JiJi you will be going bleach blonde again but we are giving you a mullet.” You peer up at them and it was all smiles except ding ding ding Mr. Lee Jeno.

“Why is everyone’s hair changing but mine?” he pouts.

“Because you just booked a gig at New York Fashion Week, and Mr. Do wants your hair jet black. What Mr. Do wants, I will deliver,” you respond nonchalantly, going back to comparing clothing pieces, “besides Haechannie is staying brown.”

“But that’s different, Hyuck requested to stay brown,” he argued following you to the accessories room.

“No, Hyuck asked on Bubble what color czennie wants to see next and a lot of fans wanted him to stay brown, maybe even just a little lighter with highlights. So that’s what the company agreed to give him.”

You started to feel the familiar feeling of your skin burning up as being alone in the room felt just as suffocating as the elevator situation from a few days ago. Busying yourself with untangling a set of chains to avoid looking at him, you didn’t even notice him plant himself across the necklace table from you. He demanded eye contact with how intently he stood, his aura so alluring it took everything in you to not give in.

“y/n.”

You don’t respond.

“Y/n.”

“Jeno, this isn’t up for discussion. The company-”

“Cut the bullshit princess,” he presses with his hands colliding on the table in front of him.

“I’m tired of you not treating me the same as everyone else, so what is it huh? What do you hate about me so much that you have to give me the short end of the stick every time?”

You finally meet his gaze with an accusatory squint, “oh don’t act like you didn’t start this!”

“I did not!”

“Don’t play victim Jeno. You’ve been nothing but cold to me since we’ve met. I tried giving you a fair chance, and the rest of the boys can attest to that. But you have made it clear since the beginning that you have no interest in being nice to me. I mean come on, basic kindness or cordialness is all I ask!” 

You finally laid it all on the table. Both of you are not backing down, daring to break the stare. Jeno’s hands gripped the glass table below him so hard his veins started protruding. 

Truthfully, Jeno’s hands were the thing that dubbed him as your pre-job bias. Something about a man with strong manicured hands adorned with plenty of metal rings… just hits. He had a bad boy mysterious swagger facade with the duality to switch to a puppy. Although, you yourself have never seen the puppy Jeno in real life, and it was pretty disheartening as an ex Jeno bias gal. 

Can’t believe you even fell for him in the first place…

“Your job is to wear the clothes I set out for you. Sit still while I do your makeup. My job description doesn’t entail putting up with your attitude. Hate me all you want, you don’t have to like me. But don’t sit there and pin this all on me when I have done nothing to you in the first place. So, whenever you are ready to stop your tantrum, you can join the rest of us outside.”

Jeno’s jaw was locked hard, shaking from being able to respond to your outburst. 

As you turned to walk out, you took one last look over your shoulder and called out, “And stop grinding your teeth!”

–

“Got everything you need?” Jaemin asked before you sat in the black SUV.

“Yes, I got an outfit for each day for Jeno. I packed an extra neck pillow so he can sleep upright on the plane for his posture-” you listed.

“No y/n,” he laughed, cutting you off, “I mean do you have everything for you?”

“Oh. Well I do have everything for going out, most of them being garments I’ve made myself, but I do plan on shopping while I'm in New York.”

“We’re all really proud of you, you know?” he smiled at you with great fondness, “but y/n, please go easy on Jeno… he can be a bit irrational when he doesn’t know how to navigate his feelings.”

“What feelings? Of hate?” you chuckle.

“He is going through a lot of emotions that he doesn’t really know what to do with. Just please try to understand that before matching his outbursts. I hope you two can sort things out soon.”

“Jaem, why is it on me to swallow my pride when he is an asshole?”

“Oh y/n, I do hope you find some clarity some time soon as well,” he smiles with a hint of suggestiveness, “maybe you two can just hate fuck? Is that what everyone calls it nowadays?”

Flushing a shade of red, you made it a point to refuse profusely. Rambling on about how he doesn’t know what he’s talking about. 

The idea of angry fucking Jeno is pretty tempting… You’re sure that all that pent up aggression and bite had to amount to something, and the theory of his strength being able to leave you stumbling for the next couple does seem to travel into your mind every now and then.

“Sure… as if we all don’t see how you drool all over my best friend.” Jaemin says breaking you out of your Jeno induced day dream.

“I do not! I can barely stand to look at him!”

“Then why are all your sketch books filled with drawings of Jeno?”

“I am his designer! I have sketches of all of you!”

“The whole book was filled. Plus you are not subtle whatsoever. You will stand there doing my makeup, and you’re too focused on him across the room.” he teased, “It’s okay, I know he was your bias before, or should I say still is…”

“Jaemin!” you yell while clapping a hand over his mouth and pulling him into the waiting car and slamming the door shut. In hindsight, maybe that wasn’t the best idea considering everyone within earshot definitely looked over at the sudden commotion.

“Sorry sorry!” he said in between the repetitive hits from your flying hands, “you left your laptop out one day in your office and Jisung and I needed to borrow a safety pin and… well we saw your Twitter account pulled up. Truthfully, I thought out of all of us Renjun would be your bias, maybe even me with how much we vibe. But it makes sense with how much sexual tension that floats around you two, it must drive you crazy in the pants that he is mean to you. Or are you just that into degradation?”

“You saw my fan account!?” you yelled while yanking him out of his seat and flinging him back into the leather seat, “You went through my private property as well? This whole time you knew?”

“Okay well, Jisung has a big mouth so he told the rest, but Chenle said he knew because he saw a photocard binder full of his face when he stopped by your apartment to pick up those new shoes you secured for him!”

“Is it just in all of your nature to ruin my confidence or?” you sighed covering your eyes in embarrassment. 

“Jeno doesn’t know, okay? We all swore not to tell him. Don’t worry about that, just know, that guy that you were so endlessly in love with as a fan is the real him. Trust me,” Jaemin fixed his hoodie in the small mirror before opening the door and leaving with some parting words reminding you to stay safe and have an open mind. 

One final squeeze was given, and as Jaemin planted a small caring kiss to your forehead. You were so immersed in the thought of how much of a good friend Jaemin was to Jeno for going through these lengths to clear his friend’s name that you don’t even notice Jeno’s irritated stare from the other car, head filled with anger and heart filled with jealousy.

–

“What would you like to drink?” the sweet flight stewardess asked you as she brought her trolley around.

It was about three hours into the flight on the way to America, and you were living it up in first class, not used to flying this nice. When the whole crew traveled for concerts, staff usually flew economy to not bring so much attention to popular group, and first class was saved for the members and their managerial staff. So to say the upgrade from frozen dinners in an aluminum box to full plated courses served on real plates and metal silverware was just a treat to say the least.

“I’ll have sparkling water please,” you kindly request as she nods and prepares your drink before setting it down on the table next to you.

Thanking her and returning to your book, you couldn’t help but look out your window and peer out into the clouds and wonder how you even found yourself this type of once of a lifetime opportunity. You couldn’t tame the anxiety and excitement you had brewing in your stomach; one wrong move and your career is over, one right moment in the right place and your life becomes filled with riches and glory. 

Your eyes scanned the plane and reached the opposite seat of you, Jeno shifting repeatedly unable to sit still. You can see his eyes moving every which way while closed, obviously unable to reach contempt. He huffed as he crossed his arms and tried to lean his head against the wall before shaking and returning to his original stiff spot.

Jaemin’s previous words rang in your ears and you couldn’t help but feel a fondness and worry for him. 

No matter what, Jeno will always hold that special place in your heart, despite him not being the man you thought. He got you through your hardest days with a simple notification of a picture of him sporting that soft eye smile. His music inspired you to push through projects you would have never done on your own. And as you sit there watching him struggle with him being physically uncomfortable, you feel a weird sense of obligation to pay him back for all the ways he helped you through your intangible uncomfortable struggles of your past.

Maybe it was about time you extended another metaphorical olive branch, and maybe you would be able to help unearth all those emotions he didn’t know how to deal with on his own.

Next thing you know you were whispering his name and putting a hand over his own lightly to get his attention.

“What the fuck?” he snapped, eyes widening as he pulled his hand back on impact, retracting it in a stance to throw his balled fist at his attacker.

“Oh sorry, I was trying to get your attention,” you shyly said.

“What do you want, I’m really trying to sleep right now. I already took three melatonins and my body is fighting it because I’m so damn nervous about this thing my brain won’t shut up.” he said while rubbing his temples in alleviation. 

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to startle you, it wasn’t my intention,” you softly said with evident hints of genuineness.

“Just… yes? What do you need?”

“Well, I could tell you were having a hard time trying to sleep so I, uh, brought you an extra neck pillow just in case,” you rummaged in your personal bag before pulling it out, “it should also help with your posture which would be great for the runway walk.”

Jeno eyed you with a raised brow questionably, his brain clearly trying to understand where this sincerity was coming from, the last time you talked to him he got beat down by your words. 

There was a moment of silence between you two, a low hum from the airplane engine and the faint chipper voice of the stewardess now a couple rows down to be heard. You almost were about to take your offer away until Jeno beat you to it.

“Is that a mouse?” he asked while sitting up.

“Where?” your eyes darting to the floor with fear, “how did those fuckers even get on a plane? To what lengths did it have to go through to even make it this far? Oh my god is he the chef like in Ratatouille because lowkey I feel like I should compliment him because that steak was bomb diggity-”

Jeno smiles as you cutely ramble, still searching the floor for the supposed mouse, “I meant the neck pillow dummy. Is the neck pillow in the form of a mouse?”

“Oh. I knew that. duh.” you said finally looking back up at him, “no it’s actually a hippo. It's my favorite animal.” you fluffed up the pillow to lift it up in emphasis,

 “here take Jungkook, my boy will treat you well in the form of a well needed sleep during the flight. I also brought you an eye mask to shield your eyes from the light. I’m sure it's bright and I do need it on to complete this sketch, so it’s a compromise. And lastly, I brought you your favorite hoodie and sweats, I’ve seen you wear them when you have a busy schedule, and I know airport fashion is important as an idol, but as I see it, we will be in the air for about 14 hours, I say fuck being fashionable and uncomfortable, just get comfy to get though it.” you took out all the things you listed and sat them in his lap. 

As you spoke, Jeno’s surprise was even bigger. He didn’t know you paid this much attention to him, and he also didn’t think you cared that much. The guilt of his last conversation with you felt heavy on his chest, and it only got worse as you ushered him into the lavatory to go change.

Once he came back to his seat, he felt completely refreshed and at ease. He seemed to slide into his seat, and comfort ran through his body like butter.

“Oop much better right?” you asked, not taking your eyes off your drawing when he arrived. Jeno hummed in affirmation.

“And the piece de resistance,” you started and stood up in front of him, “Mr. Jungkook the hippo will keep your head from mulling around. Sleep well Jeno, I’ll wake you later.”

Jeno barely made out a sigh of thanks as you shook your head and returned back to your seat and lifted the paper to turn to the next page. Eager to sketch out Jeno’s adorable figure across from you.

–

“Lee Jeno of NCT!” you heard the paparazzi yell trying to get his attention while dozens of fans also crowded around. You were in the back of the SM line, shuffling along as the bodyguards pushed others away and created a human ring around your traveling crew. 

Jeno politely nodded and waved at those who awaited him before everyone piled into the car to your hotel. 

He looked refreshed. Still nervous, but his shoulders were relaxed and his eyes were rid of bags despite the jet lag. He sported a fresh model off duty look that you packed, black tight skinny jeans with a loose open button down with the sleeves rolled. A silver chain clanging against his open chest as his natural hair sat atop his head silky and smooth.

The skyscrapers and never ending city life filled the windows. Riding for about fifteen minutes, with your manager reading off the week’s itinerary. Today was pretty laxed, anticipating that almost everyone would be down with a case of jet lag. There wasn’t much to do but catch up on sleep and adjust.  Arriving at the gorgeous tall building, key cards were passed out and everyone headed up to the tenth floor to their respective rooms. 

Jeno’s eyes met yours as your manager emphasized the tenth  floor, shooting you two a knowing glance and wink while reminding everyone to make it upstairs without breaking anything. 

Room 1042. That’s the room key pad you scanned then pushing your way in and tossing your bags on the king sized bed and opening the curtains revealing the hustle and bustle of New York below. As you stand people watching, you hear a faint click from behind and the door closing with someone’s footsteps heading towards you. Nervously you grabbed a TV remote and hilted yourself awaiting to throw it at your intruder. Your hand faltered and lowered upon seeing Jeno stroll in with his carry on on his shoulder.

He too was surprised to see you.

“Why…are you in my room?” you asked, eyeing him as he put his bag down next to yours.

“No, why are you in my room?” he asked with the same tone.

“Lemme just ask manager nim,” Jeno says while pulling out his phone and putting it on speaker. After a few rings, he answers. When Jeno asks about the certain situation, his manager just laughs and chastises Jeno for apparently not listening during the debriefing. 

“I told you both this, you and y/n are to share a room this week so she can keep you on schedule. Plus that way she can easily dress you and get you ready,” he says cooly.

“Okay, then why is there one bed?” Jeno asks, eyeing the king sized mattress with crossed arms.

“No no, there should be two queens in there…” his manager trailed. The faint sound of some papers shuffling were heard in the background, “give me a second, I’m going to call downstairs and see if we can get that sorted out.”

Jeno huffed as he clicked his phone off, walking over to join you at the window. You both looked at the skyline in the continued silence. 

Jeno’s lips turned to a smile, “do you think that guy is going to drop his hot dog?” You followed his finger and noticed a man with several bags in his hand balancing a hot dog in his left hand, struggling to unwrap it.

You too smiled at the sight, especially when he indeed did drop it. Choosing to ignore his question you ask, “are you nervous?” 

“Very. I’ve never done anything like this before.”

“You’ve done a lot of photo shoots before. You strut on stages, just mix them together.”

“You and I know it’s not the same…” he trails before answering his phone putting it on speaker for you both to listen.

“So bad news you two, they misunderstood me when my assistant made the reservations last week. They thought you two were together and gave you the honeymoon suite. Haha, imagine you two…” you and jeno shared a blush, avoiding eye contact, “anyways! They overbooked the hotel so you two will be stuck in that room but there shouldn’t be a problem since there is a pull out couch as well as the king.”

Jeno hangs up after a few more clarifications. 

“I call the bed!” you both say at the same time.

“Oh come on! The whole reason why we are here is because of me!” he says while moving his belongings on the edge of the bed.

“Wow… is chivalry dead?” you reply while laying down on the right side.

“Fine.” he sighs while laying on the other, “I guess we both will share it.”

“Mmkay,” you say while opening your phone, “but don’t be surprised if I kick you at night. I tend to have active dreams.”

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& that’s part one for now! hopefully i truly will have part two by the end of the week, there’s currently a hurricane in florida rn which cancelled all my classes so I will be more free to write as long as we don’t lose power...

if you are in hurricane ian’s projected path- please stay safe during these times!

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eva <3

[1kook]

imax & climax

summary; The occasional dark horse candidate among Barbie movie binges— Jungkook gets weirdly horny and fucks you to the tune of a classic Barbie movie soundtrack. warnings; fingering, blowjobs, tit play, praise kink, standing sex, unprotected sex, reverse cowgirl kinda idk lol, daddy kink that morphs into i love u kink tags;  jk is an avid history channel viewer, jk hates Barbie movies ik we took an L today girls 😔, jk goes thru like 4 personality changes (commanding > soft > mean > in love), honestly idk what to tag it’s a mess, he’s still cheesy and romantic but also 👀 just read word count; 9.8k

notes; there is no rest for the wicked, aka miss 1kook writes another part for this fic i swore wasn't gonna be a series except this time we ditch the gentlemen persona and go into maximum overdrive. its not proofread bc i wrote this entire thing at 4 am last night after inhaled a whole bucket of spicy popcorn

[ part 1 ; netflix & chill ] [ part 2 ; hulu & wohoo ]

Jungkook sees it on display during your weekly Target trip. You know he won’t say anything because despite how long you’ve dated he still likes to pretend he’s the epitome of adult maturity. Yet the way his eyes linger over the electronics section, cart rolling to a stop in front of the massive screen, tells you all you need to know.

“Baby, the toilet paper is this way,” you sing, giving the front of the cart a gentle tug that pulls it and his thoughts away from the television that seems to hold reign over his interest.

“Ah,” he mumbles as he shakes himself out of whatever trance he was in. “Right.”

The Target trip ends rather uneventfully; you grab all the items you came for and make the executive decision of swapping Jungkook’s tangerine bathroom soap with strawberry instead. Normally he’d put up a good fight, argue about the comfort that came with consistency, but today he says nothing. You chalk it up to that flatscreen that hypnotized him earlier.

“You wanted it,” you announce rather pointedly in the car. He’s backing out of the parking space now, one hand on the wheel the other pressed to the side of your seat. His jaw twitches as he tries to maneuver around a stray shopping cart someone didn’t return to the retrieval area. He’s wearing that dark jumper you like, with the high collar that covers all of last night’s bruises up wonderfully.

Jungkook scoffs as he finally gets the two of you back onto the main road, Target and the flat screen left behind. “I didn’t,” he defends. “Just thought it was neat.”

You snort. “Neat. Okay, grandpa, did it tickle your pickle?” you tease, obnoxiously leaning over the center console to get all in his face. Jungkook greets your proximity with a palm against your forehead.

“Please don’t ever say that again,” he laughs, pulling to a stop at the next red light. He turns to level you with an easygoing grin, sparkly anime girl eyes extra shiny under the red glow. “Only want you to tickle my pickle.”

You gag. “That’s actually disgusting.”

——

You graduate on a Saturday and your dorm stay expires on the Tuesday that follows. You spend the entire day shoving all your belongings into a variety of trash bags, from your weighted blanket to the collection candles you and Doyeon swore to light every night and never did. Speaking of Doyeon, she cries through the entire process. From the moment you take down the first wall decoration she’s in tears, and not even her mom, who’s come to help out, can quell her emotions. The girl cries and cries. She cries throughout the clean up, like she hadn’t spent the week before cursing the funky aircon system to hell and back. It’s probably the nostalgia that comes with leaving college, you assume. When Jungkook picks you up around noon, even your eyes are glassy.

Jungkook’s mom, who you only just met a few months ago, is over at his place when you arrive. You get along fairly well, in fact, you would even go as far as to claim you got along really well. You had first met her over this past spring break when Jungkook invited you along to his family trip to some tropical island. The Jeons were lovely people. In fact, had Jungkook not explicitly introduced them as his parents, you would’ve thought they were some sitcom actors carrying out the role of most in love, sophisticated lovers to ever exist. Yeah, they were super into each other, and you suppose it’s why Jungkook is the way he is, loves as hard as he does. The only thing that broke their attention away from each other was the sight of their precious Jungkookie bringing you to a family event.

It was hard to keep them entertained. Every second was spent worrying about your appearance, your demeanor, whether or not you looked like a devil beside their (your) angelic boy. It certainly didn’t help that Jungkook was wearing that obnoxiously floral shirt at the restaurant you went to, the first three buttons undone almost lazily. It was a look your boyfriend rarely showed, always so meticulously dressed. Of course, he had that cute boyish style of his that consisted almost exclusively of baggy pants and designer tee’s a little too plain to cost as much as they did. But even those outfits had a specific Jungkook rhythm to them— the darker tones always went with the pants that had twelve buckles on them; the long sleeves always went with the jeans. He was awfully particular about those kinds of self-set rules, and this jarring floral print did not fit any of them. It was too provocative, the black skinny jeans he’d paired with it too devious.

Maybe he knew what he was doing to you dressed so hot like this, but knowing Jungkook, you doubt he did. His parents hadn’t batted a single lash his way, eyes laser focused on your every word as you stumbled through three plates and dessert. It was a battle you fought alone, and one you barely survived.

So despite you impressing his parents, she still gives you an odd look when you enter Jungkook’s swanky townhouse with all your garbage bags of items. You promise her it’s just for the weekend, until your parents clean out your old room that they’ve filled to the brim with holiday decorations and miscellaneous objects. You’re not trying to take her baby chick out of the nest. (Yet.)

You watch TV for a couple hours, mostly her favorite soap operas on his 67 in. screen. It takes up a huge spot on the wall where it’s mounted, glossy black screen glaring back at you. Even his mom scolds him for such a huge screen, and you wonder how she’d feel about the absolute giant he ogled at the Target last week. Super angry, you think, and the image of her raging in flames while Jungkook apologizes like the momma’s boy he is makes you giggle.

She leaves a little after sunset, kissing and hugging the both of you on the doorstep like she’s going off to war and will never return. She’ll be back by the weekend, desperate to check on her baby boy, but you let her have her moment. It’s weird seeing how dramatic the Jeons are compared to how reserved Jungkook is.

You pounce on him the second she’s gone. He goes down with a muffled yelp against the sofa, hands grasping at your waist until you straddle him and begin going to town. Your fun lasts all of two minutes before the old lady novella Jungkook’s mom had been watching cuts to commercials and a loud advertisement for irritable bowel syndrome medication begins playing.

“Oh, that is so not sexy,” you whine childishly, trying to roll your hips over him again. Jungkook laughs, all low and sweet as he sits back up again.

“Give it a rest,” he says, shifting you until he’s got you hugged between those stupidly strong arms of his. His pecs feel strong and comforting beneath your cheek, and the feeling makes your tiny pouting session end earlier than usual. “Come on,” he mumbles as he manhandles you around, until your back is pressed against his chest and you’re sitting between his legs. “Let’s watch this film on Mesopotamian folklore and its overall significance to the nations it birthed after its downfall.”

——

You rarely use the key Jungkook gifted you a few months back. The majority of your visits to Jungkook’s house were either  the result of Jungkook picking you up from somewhere and bringing you back, or Jungkook inviting you over after dinner. In short, he was always with you when you arrived at his stoop.

Today you’re alone, juggling two boxes of takeout and some cheap wine in one hand as you fight to unlock his door. He hadn’t answered his phone, which leads you to believe he’s holed himself up again in that damn study. He likes to do that sometimes, lock himself away like some modern day Rapunzel until he finishes whatever project he has this time around. When he gets like this, it’s like all other body functions are forgotten, his brain zeroed in on the lines of code you barely understand.

Just as you suspect, the house is too dark when you finally break in. The hall light is off, which isn’t out of the norm, but so are the kitchen and living room lights. You pad down the hall, flicking on the light to the living room to set down your offerings onto the edge of the coffee table. There’s a scrambled pile of notes on top that seem too disorderly to disregard. You whirl around, making to head back out into the hall and down to the study, when you see it.

A good 90 inches mounted on his wall. It’s a monstrosity of a screen, devouring nearly the entire surface of the wall, from stainless end to stainless end. It’s ridiculously thin in the way all modern TVs are, but this one is even more so given the fact you hadn’t registered it in your peripheral when you walked in. It’s just barely short of a Jumbotron, the kind they have at baseball games to make sure you can see every nose hair on the pitcher.

His mom was going to kill him.

“Jungkook?” you call out slowly, inching back out into the hall with your gaze glued to the screen. Like maybe you’ve imagined this all and that isn’t the stupidly gigantic television screen Jungkook had gawked at just a few weeks ago.

There’s a soft hum down the hall, the sound slipping beneath the bottom gap in the door frame. You make a beeline for the room, oddly unsettled with the huge screen. The door gives way, exposing your boyfriend’s hunched back and the blue light from his monitors that highlights his frame. “Hi, sweetie,” you begin, inching over to him.

“Hi,” he sighs, leaning back into your touch when you step behind him. His dark eyes are weary from staring at his tablet for too long, his usual tender expression melted into one of mild irritation. “Can’t figure this out,” he says, tapping his stylus against one line of absolute nerd gibberish you don’t bother trying to decipher. Maybe another day you would have entertained him, but today you cherish this moment with him knowing it might be his last before his mom comes over and kills him.

“Sounds like break time to me!” Your proclamation makes him frown, a frustrated groan pulling itself from his lips. His head droops forward again, chin touching his chest. But there’s a hint of relief in his groan that tells you all you need to know. “Baby needs a break,” you smile, pressing a peck against the back of his head.

“You’re baby,” he tries to fight, but his limbs are so pliant under your touch that it practically means nothing. “I’m the head honcho around here.”

“Uh huh,” you appease him, finally managing to tug all that muscled body out of his seat. “And apparently that means making dumb purchases.”

“What dumb purchases? Are you talking about the cactus again?” he asks, letting you guide him back down the hall.

“Yes, Kook, the cactus you haven’t watered in three months,” you drawl sarcastically, the sad plant sitting in the kitchen a reminder of both your incompetence. “Namjoon would hate you for that.”

Not amused by the insinuation of his favorite senpai being disappointed in him, Jungkook goes to fight you on that. By then you’ve stopped at the entrance of the living room, glaring at the straight up theater screen that sits on the wall. “Oh.”

“Yeah, oh,” you mimic, flopping down on the ground beside the coffee table. Jungkook doesn’t follow, choosing to sprawl himself over the couch instead. “What’s with the Jumbotron?”

He stretches his arms out, moaning something sinful at the way his bones pop. “It adds to the experience,” he says. “Movies are more enjoyable when the pictures are bigger; a tall aspect ratio and stadium seating really add to the experience.” He was such a nerd.

You snort. “The experience— Oh, I’m sorry. Didn’t know I was speaking to Mr. IMAX here.”

His cheeks flush a soft pink at your jab. “Don’t be mean,” he mumbles, tugging on your arm as he sits back up. You find your way onto his lap, neatly seated over one thigh like he’s the Santa Claus at the mall; not a single gray hair in sight but you’d still let him call you his hoe, hoe, hoe. Realizing there’s more important matters to attend to than Jungkook’s Christmas ham, you shake those images away.

“Good thing I brought a movie,” you beam, gesturing to the pretty pink case resting over top the takeout bag.

Jungkook doesn’t even spare it a single glance as he burrows into your neck. “What? No, we’re finishing the docuseries on—“

You groan loudly to muffle the rest of his sentence. “Kook, I don’t wanna watch another episode on Stonehenge being done by aliens,” you whine, picking up the movie case to brandish in his face.

It’s admittedly the wrong move when Jungkook’s eyes roll themselves into another dimension. “Absolutely not,” he says. The case is quickly discarded off to the side as he attempts to distract you with a kiss against your cheek.

Too bad you’re evil and determined. “No! We are watching the Princess and the Pauper and that’s final,” you exclaim, scrambling for the movie before he can hurl it out the window. He catches you by the waist, your fingers just an inch away from the pink case. “Babe!” you cry, but his fingerprints are bruising their way into your skin.

“No more Barbie movies,” he begs, yanking you back onto his lap. He does so with so much force that it makes the two of you tumble to the side, your head bouncing on the cushions as he catches himself over you. “Please.”

“I hate you,” you fuss, pointedly ignoring the tiny mole beneath his lip that drove you crazy. “We’ve seen every single thing on the History Channel this week, but we can’t watch one Barbie movie?”

Jungkook sighs, dropping his head down against your shoulder. He smells good and feels even better over you, but you’re not going to stop until the Princess and the Pauper is breaking in the new Jumbotron. “It’s weird,” he huffs, voice muffled against the fabric of your shirt. “Especially when we start getting… experimental, and I have to listen to Barbie sing in the background.”

“First of all, her name is Annaleise in this movie,” you correct, squirming beneath him to no avail. “Secondly, how do you think I feel when you’re eating me out while some old British dude narrates the creation of the Hanging Gardens of Babylon?”

Jungkook scoffs, finally letting himself snuggle completely into you. “You don’t even realize it because you’re screaming the whole way through.” That earns him a sharp tug at his ear that has him sputtering apology after apology.

“It’s boring!” you feel the need to emphasize.

Jungkook sits up with an uppity look on his face. “It’s not my fault you don’t appreciate the cinematography that comes from educational pieces,” he points out, rather presumptuously.

You shove him off of you. “I don’t care about cinnamon topography, just play the damn Barbie movie,” you hiss, swiping the movie case from the other end of the couch and pressing it to his chest. If words could hurt, yours definitely do. Jungkook crumbles against the couch, childishly stomping one sock-clad foot against the ground as you gesture toward the movie player.

He doesn’t move, and you’re about to begin another tirade against his snobby movie critiquing habits when he procures a sleek, tiny remote that you would honestly mistake for an iPhone from a distance. It has, no joke, about seven buttons max, four of which are just the up and down, left and right arrows. You let out a low whistle at that. Wow. Technology sure was advancing.

The TV turns on to some minimalistic home page, tiny widgets showing every app it has; the bottom row is dedicated almost entirely to Jungkook’s massive streaming service provider collection. After a moment of brewing in his feels, Jungkook quietly announces, “it’s on Amazon Prime.” This is news to you, being able to watch a Barbie film on a streaming service and not the old disk you scratched when you were ten. Something distinctly carnal flashes in your chest when Jungkook clicks through all the payment options without a care in the world. Oh, that was definitely going into your horny 3 am dreams.

Despite his earlier protests, you know Jungkook will soon fall into his usual movie watching habits. He settles into the couch beside you. You cuddle up next to him, enveloping him with the grip of a killer octopus choking out its prey, except Jungkook is usually the one doing the choking in this relationship. Still, it’s not close enough, and you throw your legs over his thigh. You’re practically sitting on him at this point.

You have no doubt the speakers on this thing are average; it was too thin to really pack any punch. However, that was the TV sans the Bluetooth speakers Jungkook has installed all around his house.

(You swear when the android uprising finally begins, your boyfriend will be the first one out.)

The speakers really amplify the sound. The opening sequence has your bones rattling inside your body, the loud music of the selection screen reverberating through the entire living room. It reminds you of that pounding COMING SOON clip that used to play at the beginning of DVD’s back in the day. Jungkook scrambles to lower the volume. “Sweetheart, you’re cutting off my circulation,” he wheezes afterwards.

“What? This is how we always watch movies,” you say with a frown.

“Yes, and I always end up with less oxygen than before.”

He doesn’t let you argue, which is good, because you could make a thirty five slide PowerPoint presentation on the advantages of watching movies like this. One, your boyfriend was warm. Two, your boyfriend smelt good. Three, your boyfriend’s ripped body awoke some ancient being inside of you that would not rest until his cock was halfway down your thro—

He hauls you into his lap. The angle forces you to let him go, instead met with the jarring nothingness of having his hot body ripped away. Meanwhile he gets to wrap you up in his arms, hold you like a teddy bear to his chest. “I hate this,” you huff, but the movie is already starting, the beautiful blonde Anneliese appearing on screen. You lean back against his chest, pout still evident. “This is ridiculous,” you snort, her face blown up on this jumbo screen.

“Shut up,” he says, settling in behind you. “Movie’s starting.”

Most Barbie movies you watch end up in one of two ways: either Jungkook falls asleep twenty minutes in or he stays up until the end to critique every aspect of it. With the way he’d gone soft from your early battle, you’re guessing he was going to knock out before the Princess can even meet the Pauper.

As much as you hate to admit it, the huge screen does incite quite a thrill in you. There’s something so nostalgic about watching one of your favorite childhood movies on a screen this huge. The size showcases the sheer perfection that is every single Barbie movie. You lose yourself in the movie, singing along to the opening song and growing agitated when the antagonist appears.

Jungkook says nothing, and you’re half convinced he’s taken his first preferred route and snoozed off, when his fingers twitch around your waist.

There it was.

The occasional dark horse candidate among Barbie movie binges— Jungkook gets weirdly horny and fucks you to the tune of a classic Barbie movie soundtrack.

“Absolutely not,” you say, slapping a hand down over his before he can slip beneath the fabric of your shorts.

He lets out an indignant noise, a puff of air running along the side of your face. You ease his hands back over your stomach, taking extra care to knot your fingers with his. “We’re supposed to be breaking in your new screen,” you remind him, glancing up to catch his unimpressed expression.

He complains quietly, but he settles.

For all of twenty seconds.

“Oh my god,” you sigh, trying to act like the subtle rutting of his cock on your behind was a nuisance and not the luxury it is. “Babe, the jumbo screen… look at it.”

“Not even jumbo,” he murmurs against your ear, hot breath sending a shiver down your spine that has your toes curling. You fight to keep his hands still, but the muscles in his forearm tense, inked skin contracting as he slips them between your thighs. You suck in a sharp inhale, trying to maintain your immovable front. Jungkook sees the fortress you’ve built around yourself in the name of watching The Princess and the Pauper, and spares you no mercy with his attack. His hands massage the skin of your thighs, tiny shorts doing absolutely nothing to save you from him. “Jumbo didn’t fit.”

The back of your mind registers the fact he was apparently trying to get a TV even bigger than this. You tuck it away for later to snitch to his mom. For now, you’d very much appreciate it if he could make you cum before the two girls perform the iconic “I Am a Girl Like You” song.

His hands are so smooth, soft skin tracing over your body like you were nothing but a slab of clay ready to be molded under his touch. He abandons your thighs to creep them under your shirt, where he wastes no time tugging the cups of your bra down to fondle your breasts.

Belatedly, your stupid tongue remembers to move. “I know something jumbo that fits,” you babble, rolling your head back against his shoulder. Jungkook laughs at the utter stupidity of your sentence, and the aforementioned jumbo thing fattens against your ass, before brushing his lips against yours. The airy laughter, one of your favorite sounds in the world, is swallowed up by your greedy mouth. “Can fit in two places, actually,” you murmur when he pulls away.  His fingers massage the doughy skin of your boobs causing your back to arch slightly. “Wherever he wants it to.”

“Really,” Jungkook teases, obviously entertained by your silly dirty talk. He’s grown used to your outlandish remarks in the past few months of your relationship.

You like to believe Jungkook has fully accepted your occasional bouts of weirdness. He’s had the last few months to grow familiar with the inner workings of your mind, and even absorbed some of it into his own personality. Which is why he doesn’t seem the least bit bothered by you referring to his cock as jumbo, when there were admittedly more fitting words to describe it as.

(Thick, juicy, angry, demon cock, if he really wanted to know.)

“Where do you think it should go?” he asks, the low hum of his voice snapping you out or your thoughts. There was no need to daydream about a cock that was right in front of you. His hands slow their gentle caress over you, fingers closing in on your nipples.

A sharp hiss pulls itself from your throat, chest arching as he tugs and toys with your hardened nipples. “Wh-Wherever,” you pant, reaching your own hands down back between your thighs. The phantom of his palms linger, making your hands feel sorely inadequate. “Wherever Daddy wants,” you purr, swallowing harshly when he twists a nipple.

Jungkook groans, resting his forehead against your shoulder. “Don’t,” he sighs, hands faltering over your breasts. Eventually they drift away, settling around your waist as you slip your fingers under the front of your bottoms.

“Why?” you laugh, pointer finger brushing along your clit. “Don’t like it when I call you that, Daddy?”

He lifts his head to watch you play with yourself. His hands grow tight around your waist, labored breath filling the air to harmonize with your breathy moans. You’re absolutely soaking your panties, sticky arousal making the fabric stick to your folds. “You know I do,” he murmurs, watching the outline of your knuckles through the fabric of your shorts. “Thought you wanted to play nice today.” He takes in a sharp inhale when you ease your finger into yourself, a breathy moan escaping from your lips.

You were already so wet, and you’re really not surprised this is how the two of you would break in his new IMAX, high definition flatscreen. Your pussy tightens around your finger, thigh muscles jumping at the intrusion. Fuck, you needed him so bad.

You smirk, drawing your hands out from their hiding spot. The television is the only thing lighting the room, the two of you shrouded in relative darkness. At first, your hand is shadowed by the glow of the screen, nothing more than an outline. But when you turn it just right, the light catches, highlighting the glistening skin of your fingers. It makes Jungkook shudder.

Ever so slowly, you bring your fingers up to his face. The tip of your middle finger runs teasingly against his plump lower lip, his shaky exhales sending a cool breath over your knuckles. “Open, Daddy,” you encourage, watching with rapt attention as he envelopes your fingers between his lips. He sucks, tongue dancing between each digit to slurp off your juices. “Do I taste good? Do you like it?”

You know he loves it, but it never hurts to ask.

Between the two of you, you each had your own share of distinctive interests when it came to sex. Kinks, if you will. You adored the softer, vanilla aspects of sex— the languid makeouts, the slow rutting against his thigh, the whispered praise, the cute pet names. Meanwhile, despite his initially reserved exterior, Jungkook preferred the other end of the spectrum. (You should’ve known from the get go!) He loved it fast and hard, so hard it would make you cry. He liked watching you squirm and beg for his cock while he pushed you to new heights. He liked the sticky, sweaty sex that left you feeling like a used rag beneath him, something you would have never expected given his neat and kind nature.

However, as with all things Jungkook, you always came first. Jungkook’s dream sex style was often pushed to the side in favor of pleasuring you. So quick and rough sex was more of a rare, once in a blue moon, type of luxury. Up until recently, sex had been mostly what you wanted. Either way you did things, Jungkook was fine as long as he got to hold you close.

It was only a few weeks ago that you discovered your shared daddy kink, him obsessed with the idea of shoving you around, something he would otherwise never do. You, on the other hand, found a pleasant satisfaction from being good for him, a stark contrast from your usual sharp tongue and nonexistent filter.

You pull your fingers from his mouth, the sleek drip of your arousal replaced with his saliva. Jungkook grunts as he hauls you further onto his lap, swollen cock nudging itself between your cheeks. “You know I love it, baby,” he growls against your ear. His hot breath fans over your skin, sending shivers down your spine. “Have you had your fun now?” he asks, tracing the pads of his fingers around your nipple teasingly.

“Mhm,” you moan. Jungkook’s hands decide they’re done toying with your tits, drifting back down to their original target between your shorts. “Want Daddy to fuck me now.”

He places a kiss against the side of your neck, right over the vein that runs beneath the skin. Jungkook kisses and nips down your skin, until his hair is tickling your collarbones as he sucks a hickey against the juncture between your neck and shoulder. “Is that the right way to ask for something?” he purrs, rubbing your cunt over your shorts.

It’s nowhere near as fulfilling as it would be without the garments. Nonetheless, it makes you ache for him, thighs quivering at the simple touch like you’re a bumbling virgin being touched for the first time. You’re nowhere near that, but every time with Jungkook was exhilarating enough to the point it felt like it was.

“Pretty please,” you pant, covering his hand with yours.

Jungkook rewards you with a fluttery kiss against your shoulder. “Good girl,” he hums. He finally gives you what you want, bypassing the fabric of your shorts and panties to dip his fingers between your folds. You gasp, hips jumping at the sudden brush of his hands along your quivering folds.

“Inside please,” you whimper, knees moving back and forth, only stopping when he helps you out of your bottoms. He places his free hand on one of them, stilling your writhing to fully focus on pleasing the burning fire inside of you. “Jungkook—“

A slap against your cunt that makes you squeal. “Ah ah,” he warns, voice a low tenor against your skin. If you focus hard enough, you can feel the faint brush of a smirk against your neck. “We’re playing a different game right now, pretty girl.”

On screen, your favorite childhood movie is bearing witness to the sinful acts at your boyfriend’s hands. It shouldn’t be surprising how easily you fall into his arms, onto his lap, especially with your history of movie watching with Jungkook.

From your very first date you were enamored with him; the dip of his Cupid’s bow, so innocent and cute, embodied every single aspect of his personality. He was the sweetest, softest boy, one your brain could never conjure in a thousand years. Jungkook’s level of care was hard to come by nowadays; he was a gentleman through and through.

These days he was growing out of that mature persona, and you like to think it’s thanks to you. Your wildness rubbed off on him, made him confident enough to geek out in public, or be adventurous in private. It helped nourish his impulsivity, which led to things like the Super Bowl Jumbotron watching you fuck now.

Despite knowing all this, knowing the way he is, the slow grind against your ass sends a thrill of arousal up your limbs, sensations converging just beneath your mound. “Yes, Daddy,” you mewl accordingly.

Pleased with your obedience, he rewards you by circling your throbbing clit with his thumb. It’s a terribly slow motion, pad of his finger easing over your engorged bud every other second. You wanted more, needed more. You squirm beneath him, attempting to push your clit against his palm. Your efforts are in vain when he clamps a hand down on your waist. “Sit still,” he growls.

You whimper. “Need more,” you rasp out. Your whole body is acting out now, shifting and turning as you try to wiggle closer. Your mouth brushes against his jawline. The sharp angle is the first thing your muddled thoughts focus on, lips hungrily latching onto his porcelain skin to suck a purple blossom onto it.

Any other day Jungkook would bask in the attention, let you bruise his skin up until he was violet from love.

Today... well.

You were playing a different game.

The hand that had been exploring your nether regions suddenly snaps up, catching your chin between his fingers. The wetness that has coated his digits smears messily across your skin, and you whimper when he squishes your cheeks beneath his fingers.

“No ‘please’?” he huffs, turning your head to meet his eyes.

Dark chocolate eyes you’ve come to associate with love and adoration stare back at you unimpressed. His pronounced brow bone twitches, like he’s holding the true intensity of his glare back for your own sake. He slots his mouth against yours with no warning, tongue pushing its way past your lips. It’s messy, his tongue licking into your mouth like you’re nothing but a lollipop for him to suck on. It pulls a surprised moan from your lips that he swallows quickly enough, biting down on your lower lip harshly. When he pulls away, he’s got that same bored look on his face. You feel small under such a cold look, shoulders scrunching up damn near your ears in a subtle attempt to hide from him.

The action makes Jungkook scoff as he leans away from you. He leaves you on his lap alone, like a tiny island desperate to join the main land. You shuffle around in a hurry, looping your arms around his neck in a last ditch effort to calm him down. It does nothing for Jungkook, who only prods his tongue along his cheek as he regards you with a calculating gaze.

After a moment, he finally says, “on your knees.”

Your heart falls out of your chest. “Huh?” you whisper hoarsely, wide eyes taking in his unimpressed expression. “Knees? But Daddy,” you whine, lower lip quivering as you glance down at the hardwood floor.

Anywhere else you wouldn’t have minded. In fact, anywhere else you would’ve been on the floor before the sentence even left his mouth. You loved sucking his dick almost as much as he loved eating you out. However your knees were embarrassingly frail against hard flooring, which is why most blowjobs had been administered in the comfort of his bed or the couch. Sometimes on carpeted surfaces, but Jungkook never pushed when he knew you would be aching the whole time.

Which is why his current demand has you standing stiff. “O-On the floor?” you murmur.

The stark truth was that Jungkook had you terribly spoiled. His constant pampering had convinced you you were invincible. His love was practically handed to you on a silver plate, cloth napkin folded like a crane beside it. He had never made you do something you didn’t like, and he had never put you in an uncomfortable position, mentally or physically.

Until now.

Jungkook gestures for the ground with a curt nod. “Is there a problem?” he inquires.

You look back again, eye the dark wood planks beneath you, glossed over enough to make them shine even in this weak light. “No,” you belatedly respond, slowly pushing yourself off his lap and onto your feet. Your big shirt falls back down, covers the tops of your thighs as you stand nude from the waist down. You’re tempted to just yank it down even more, hide beneath the cloth so he doesn’t have to see you whine and bitch about your knees aching.

Jungkook was so cool. He was so suave and composed. He was the opposite of you, which is why the two of you meshed so well together. You’ve thought about it about ten times tonight, but it was true. Despite all that, there were times his mature exterior made you feel small— small and silly. Like now, with him sitting against the sofa, dark eyes tracing up your legs in amusement.

You sink to the ground, very pointedly avoiding his gaze. The wooden slats are cold and hard beneath your knees, your kneecap immediately screaming in discomfort. Jungkook leans forward with his elbows on his knees, messy curls covering half of his face. “You know,” he hums, reaching out to trail his knuckles across your cheekbone. “I kinda like having you like this,” he admits, “below me like the good little girl you are.”

Your breath stutters as it leaves your lungs, fidgeting hands tugging at the front hem of your shirt in a feeble attempt to cover yourself up. Jungkook smirks at the movement, eventually retracting his hand to give you one, condescending pat on the head.

A hearty sigh escapes his lips as he settles back onto the couch cushions. “Keep me entertained, will you?” You gawk, but you know it’s not a question. He reaches over for the remote to turn the volume up on the Barbie movie.

Your favorite song on the entire soundtrack is playing, almost mocking you as you shuffle closer to him. Two hands tentatively placed on his thighs as the two animated maidens flounce around the screen. He doesn’t bat a single lash your way, eyes focused on the huge screen behind you instead.

His sweatpants give away easily, elastic band snapping away from hips. You have to fight that and his boxers down, Jungkook sitting like an immovable boulder in front of you. You barely manage to free his cock— the same jumbo cock you had referred to earlier —and it almost slaps you across the face from the force of its recoil. Your breath catches in your throat, a short-lived squeal as you flinch at the movement.

The sound causes him to look your way, over the bridge of his nose. “Do you mind?” he says scornfully. “I’m trying to watch a movie.”

“S-Sorry,” you stammer, quickly grasping his cock between your fist.

But apparently you’re doing everything wrong tonight. Jungkook hisses. “Shit— would it kill you to lick it first? Like you’re trying to start a damn fire on my cock,” he mumbles, head lolling back to watch the screen again.

You move in slower this time, careful to lick your palm before trying to grab him. When you do, it’s even more delayed, fingers hesitantly tightening around his swollen member. You’re trying to gauge his reaction, worried eyes flickering up to him every few seconds. Jungkook doesn’t object, craning his neck to the side to crack a joint there. With his clearance you carry on.

The strokes are slow at first, hand barely reaching over his tip like he likes. You’re weirdly anxious you’ll mess up for him, make him look at you with contempt. You suppose it’s because of the game you’re playing that you’re on edge. Usually, Jungkook adheres to your rules, soft as they may be, and he never pushes where you don’t want. Tonight, it’s like you’re a show dog desperate to impress her owner. In short, you were his bitch.

You loved it.

As much as you wanted to be good for him, the mere thought of your normally sweet-hearted boyfriend glaring down at you does something to you, makes your pussy clench.

It’ll haunt you for weeks. The image of such unimpressed eyes leveled your way because you couldn’t handle his dick will stain the insides of your eyelids. Even though he’ll brush it off, kiss you and tell you it’s fine, the inner conceited hoe in you will never let it go, will recall the memory every time your hand is under your panties.

Still, you’re terribly desperate to impress him. He was your other half, your lover, your sweetheart, your goddamn king; he deserved only the best— not some half-assed, scaredy-cat blowjob that would leave him reeling back afterwards.

With that belief and a sticky blob of spit later, you’re pushing him into your throat. It’s the first reaction you get since he’d started feeling you up, a deep, raspy groan straight from the pits of hell, that has you working even harder to swallow his cock down. “That’s it,” he pants, carding his fingers through your hair. “Good girl.”

You positively mewl under the praise, tongue growing heavy in your mouth as you swallow more and more of him down. The hard tip of his cock pulses inside, rubbing against your palate and then your throat. A gag catches in your throat, one you quickly subdue by shifting your hips.

Fuck, he was so big. Just the feeling of his cock brashly rubbing against the corners of your lips has you fantasizing about how he’ll undoubtedly stretch your pussy apart later. You moan, letting your eyes flutter shut as you try to wave those images away.

When his cock hits the back of your throat, you’re ten chapters deep into an erotic novel all about sucking Jungkook‘s dick. If your eyes weren’t already shut you’re certain they’d be at the back of your head anyway. It twitches against your tongue, one thick bead of precum sliding down your throat.

It seems to be the final straw for Jungkook, who clamps a hand down on the back of your head, forcefully pulling you away only to shove you down again. With his grip in your hair, he really goes to town. You whimper at his brutal movements, his cock nudging the back of your throat with every harsh tug of your hair. The slippery, wet glide of his cock against your mouth fills the room with a lewd squelching that drowns out the movie.

Your pussy quivers with each new intrusion, thighs pressing together as if that will quell the searing ache between them. It doesn’t, and when Jungkook finally bursts in your mouth, creamy cum splattering against your tongue and lips, it only grows.

“Fuck,” he growls, pushing you away as he sinks back into the cushions. His chest heaves beneath the material of his t-shirt, sweat dripping down from his hairline. Normally, you’d take this opportunity to crawl back onto his lap, lick and kiss away at his body while he recovered. But truthfully, you were both still new to this whole experience so there were still the occasional lulls between actions.

Sensing your uncertainty, Jungkook tugs you onto his lap. He presses one soft kiss against your cheek, eyes momentarily losing their hard edge to assure you everything is fine. You give him a tiny nod, as if assuring him you’re okay. He presses his mouth to yours, plush lips soothing over your raw lips. It’s brief, the kiss; he guides you through it but switches back quickly. He pulls away and bites down harshly on the side of your neck. “So perfect for me, pretty girl,” he murmurs, soothing his bite over with a swipe of his tongue.

You dissolve into a mushy puddle on his lap, muscles growing weak from his touch. Jungkook kisses down your neck, over your t-shirt clad chest, before he’s nudging you back down onto the cushions. With him looming over you, your body instinctively has you spreading your legs apart. His t-shirt comes up with one yank over his shoulders, sinewy muscles coming into view.

“Yum,” you whisper, hands reaching up to trail over his v-line. They’re quickly slapped away, a startled gasp pulled from your lips as Jungkook takes your wrists in his hands.

One shapely brow is raised in your direction. “Did I say you could touch?” he murmurs, pinning your hands above your head. A gasp catches in your throat from his close proximity. You subconsciously tilt your head up, try to brush your mouth against his, only to be denied with a subtle turn of his face. “How do you want it, pretty?” he asks, releasing the tight grip around your wrists.

Immediately, you latch around his broad shoulders, fingers tracing over the muscles of his arms until they meet at the base of his neck. “However you want,” you purr, pulling him closer until your bodies are aligned, the warm heat of his frame over yours. You kiss the spot beneath his ear once before he trails his lips down.

Jungkook mouths against your shoulder, lips tracing over the juncture where it meets your neck. “Hm,” he hums, taking a tiny sliver of skin between his teeth. “And if I said I wanted it hard?”

His proposal is followed by a slow roll of his hips against your throbbing core, the same dick you had just choked on gliding along your folds. You whimper, toes curling as the pleasure washes over you. Every ridge, ever vein of his hardened cock runs along your sensitive folds, reminding you of the aching flame inside of you. “Th-That’s fine,” you pant, leg lazily thrown over his hip. His hands trail over your waist, collecting your t-shirt as they move up your body until it’s pushed over the swell of your breasts.

When the material is finally discarded off to the side, leaving you in that flimsy bra Jungkook that snaps off, he strikes again. His tongue laps over your collarbone first, pouty lips ghosting over the skin as he makes his way to your breast. He takes one hardened peak into his mouth, drawing a shaky inhale from you. He rolls it between his teeth, tongue flicking the sensitive nub as you squirm beneath him.

Eventually he pulls away with a wet pop. Jungkook smirks, a soft puff of air fanning over your newly bruised skin. “Aren’t you the prettiest little thing.” He pushes away from you with one strong arm, looking down at you with an unreadable expression on his face. “Watch the movie,” he says.

You blink. “Huh?”

Before you know it, he’s tugging you back up onto your feet. He pushes you around, nearly sends you toppling over the coffee table as he positions you to his liking. “Kook!” you exclaim, palms slapping down against the glass tabletop in an effort to catch yourself. Just barely, your reflection glares back up at you.

A tap against your pussy startles you from the sight. “Wha—“

Two hands grab onto your biceps, tugging you up forcefully until your back arches, leaving you bent at a ninety degree angle before him. “Look, sweetheart,” he coos against your ear, voice deep enough that it vibrates through every bone in your body. Your breath stutters in your throat, exhilaration blossoming in your chest. “It’s your favorite movie.”

It is in fact your favorite movie, the same one you had fought tooth and nail just moments prior to watch. On screen, the two damsels are exploring new things in their lives, just how you were experiencing Jungkook’s true intensity for the first time. “It is,” you quietly confirm, back aching from the position.

Jungkook either doesn’t care about your depleting strength or really trusts in you not to faceplant onto his glass coffee table, palms sliding down to the crease of your elbows to hold you. “Tell me what it’s about,” he says

Just as the words leave his mouth, something hard and wet prods against your folds. “Oh,” you cry, fists tightening into balls as the feeling overwhelms you. “Jungkook, please.”

One elbow is let go, and the abrupt release has you scrambling to catch yourself, your glass reflection coming a little too close. This becomes even more difficult when a hand suddenly strikes down hard against your ass, a startled yelp escaping you. Just as quickly as you were released, Jungkook wastes no time snatching your back up, yanking you back until your cunt runs along his cock again.

“C’mon, pretty, thought you knew better,” he sighs playfully.

“I’m sorry,” you whimper, chest heaving with every slow roll of his hips. Your pussy was sopping, desperate to be filled with something. It was even worse knowing his dick was right there, just inches outside of where you need him most. “I’m sorry, Daddy,” you repeat.

Jungkook chuckles, and your heart backflips when he finally begins lining himself up. “It’s okay,” he assures you, in that same gentle tone he uses when you accidentally shove the wrong food down the sink disposal. “Baby’s still learning,” he says, pressing a chaste kiss against your shoulder as he begins pushing himself in. Just the head of his cock proves to be a struggle, swollen tip stretching your entrance wide. There’s an extra sting today from your half-hearted preparation, the both of you relying solely on your own arousal and excitement to let him in. It’s a nice kick.

When he finally pops past that initial tightness, you swear you could transcend into another dimension from the absolute feeling of euphoria that washes over you. “Fuck,” you mewl, fighting against his tight hold. Your efforts are in vain, ultimately choosing to drop your head down as the ecstasy continues to wash over you with each inch he offers you.

A warning squeeze around your wrist. “Language,” Jungkook reprimands, though his voice is strained and light.

You nod mindlessly, toes curling against the wooden floor. “It-It feels so good,” you whine. Your knees wobble dangerously beneath you, until you’re swaying just the slightest bit.

He gives until there’s nothing left, the soft hairs around his dick tickling your lips as he reaches the hilt. “There we go,” he grunts, giving you one final tug to make sure this is as far as he can go. You squeal, the brush against your walls making you ridiculously high. “That’s my girl.”

The praise has your stomach tightening, the pretty images flashing across the screen completely lost on you. You felt so full. The two of you rarely did it like this, without looking at each other straight on, but there was something about Jungkook’s looming figure being distorted by your brain’s memory, his touches wild and unpredictable, that made something inside of you twitch.

“Ohhh,” you whimper, muscles going slack for the briefest moment. The only thing that saves you from falling over is the killer grip on your forearms; when he tugs you up his cock runs along your pulsing walls. “Please, Daddy,” you beg, mouth feeling a thousand times heavier.

“The movie,” he repeats, slowly beginning to pull away from your clenching heat. You moan. “Tell me what it’s about,” he husks, punctuating his seemingly innocent statement with a harsh snap of his hips.

You wail, stumbling forward at the intensity. Still, it’s just a taste of what he has in store for you. He soon picks a pace, not too rushed or slow, as you struggle to keep your eyes open. “I-I don’t know,” you choke out, the images flashing across the gigantic screen practically unrecognizable to your muddled thoughts.

Behind you Jungkook tuts at your incompetence, thrusting forward with an intensity that would have sent you flying if not for the grip he has on you. “You don’t know?” he huffs, tugging your elbows back again as if to secure his grip on you.

His hips are moving fast now, every piston into your warm heat making you tremble. “Fffuck,” you gasp, eyes rolling to the back of your head as he continues ramming his cock into your pulsing hole. You’re met with a harsh yank that pulls you snugly onto his cock, your entire body screaming at the way he nudges against your cervix. Despite the pleasure it gives you, Jungkook seems anything but pleased.

“C’mon,” he huffs, twisting your arms painfully behind your back. “What did we say about that dirty mouth?” His question is followed with a snap of his hips that makes you choke on your spit. “Need you to be good for me, baby,” he groans.

“I-I am good,” you weakly defend, head hanging down limply as you fight to regain some semblance of your senses. But everything feels too much, from the rough push of his hips to the tight grip on your arms. His cock pulls out nearly all the way each time, swollen tip the only thing stopping him. Every thrust makes you quiver, every touch makes you melt.

You suppose he’d been too lenient on you up until now, and that final claim makes him snap. Jungkook scoffs, ramming his dick inside of you. “You’re being fucking terrible right now, doll,” he admits, hammering into you like a crazed man. You sob, the coil in your belly tightening with every brutal shove of his cock. It’s something about the way his composure withers away, all sweetness melting off as he thrusts into your cunt. “I’ve asked you twice now what the damn movie was about, and you didn’t answer either time.”

A hand clamps around your throat suddenly, yanking you up right until his breath fans across your ear. You’re not sure when your eyes had become so teary, but the images flickering across the screen are a foggy mess you couldn’t decipher even if you tried. “__,” he rasps against your ear, his voice scratchy. “Tell me. Now.”

You whimper as he shoves his way back inside, the angry head of his cock testing you. “T-Two girls, one’s a princess,” you cry, knees wobbling as the feeling in your core grows. “They look alike, and-and…”

“And?” Jungkook asks as you trail off, his words followed by a particularly brutal surge of his hips. His cock glides against your walls easily despite the way you clench around him.

“A-And they have problems they wanna avoid,” you stammer, the plot slipping in and out of your mind with every roll of his cock into your core. “So-so they swap places.”

Behind you, Jungkook snorts. “What a stupid fucking movie,” he says meanly, before he begins to piston his cock into you. You’re trembling by now, your orgasm looming over your head with each thrust.

Before you can warn him, the thin string holding you together snaps, the sudden flood of relief making your knees buck dangerously. Jungkook barely has enough time to catch you around the waist, holding you against him as a litany of curses and his name come spewing out of your mouth. “No, no,” you wail, your entire body twitching as the orgasm rolls over you. “Kook— Jungkook!”

“I’ve got you,” he reassures you, fingers holding you tight around the waist. The coffee table you had feared cracking your skull on finally comes to use as you press your hands onto the surface in a feeble attempt to steady yourself.

“I’m sorry,” you whimper, faintly aware of the rock hard cock between your pulsing walls, probably drenched in your cum now. “I-I didn’t—“

He shushes you quickly, settling the two of you back onto the couch. Funnily enough, he doesn’t bother pulling you off of him, his dick snug inside your cunt as he seats you on his lap. “You’re alright, sweetheart,” he comforts, hands soothingly running up your sides. You want to protest, want to get back on your knees and give him another chance to cum all over your face, but Jungkook nudges your chin with a knuckle. “Watch your movie,” he croons.

The Princess and the Pauper is literally the last thing on your mind right now; didn’t he realize how much you wanted to please him? Why was he choosing now to be so stubborn? Oh, that Jeon Jungkook, maybe Doyeon was right to call him an airhead.

Your slander campaign against your boyfriend is cut short when a hand flutters over your mound, thumb idly tracing over your sensitive clit. Before you can turn and look at him, Jungkook is rutting his hips against you slowly. “The screen, baby,” he says, and you want to argue that you can’t possibly enjoy a movie with him being so sneaky beneath you. The words get washed away when he presses down on your clit.

“Koo— Daddy,” you whine, lower lips still trembling from the orgasm you had two minutes ago. Jungkook responds with a kiss against your shoulder, hands trailing around your waist.

“No more of that,” he mumbles as he begins bouncing you on his cock. You moan, every inhale cut short by the shallow thrusts of his cock into your delicate walls. “Just your Kook now.”

“My… Kook,” you pant dreamily. Your cum provides an even better lubricant than before, lewd squelches filling the area alongside your cries as Jungkook chases both your second orgasms.

“Mhmm,” he groans, jostling you over his lap with no rhythm whatsoever. “Yours, baby.” You stretch your hands back, carding one set of fingers through the hair above his ear, pushing the strands away from his face. “Just like you’re mine.”

Something inside of you tightens painfully, and you’re not sure if it’s your heart or your pussy. You guess it’s both, as you stutter out, “y-your pretty girl?” Jungkook hums in agreement, repeating your favorite nickname back to you. The rest of your words die out between the two of you, lost in the slow and soft movements that fill in. You want to tell him you love him, adore him like no other, but every breath of air is stolen away by him.

Eventually the two of your are cumming, your second orgasms much quieter and slower compared to your first. You still mewl, wither against him when you cream his cock, and Jungkook catches you all the same. He guides you through the fog with kisses against your jaw, your dripping pussy helping him through his own.

When all is said and done and you’re both basking in a post-orgasmic make-out, you realize how sweaty and icky you are. “Ugh, this is gross,” you pout as he wiggles you off his lap. He pushes you beside him, letting you flop over the length of the couch as he reaches for something to clean you up with.

“You’re gross,” he retorts softly, blinking in that slow, drawn out way he does when you know he’s sleepy. His t-shirt runs along your neck, collecting the sweat there.

You nudge him with your foot. “I’m not the one who wanted to fuck during a Barbie movie,” you scoff, pinching the skin on his forearm when his gaze lingers a second too long on your creamy pussy. “Look somewhere else, weirdo.”

Jungkook laughs quietly, looking at you with an adoring expression on his face. He doesn’t even finish cleaning you off, tossing the soiled shirt somewhere off to the side in favor of cuddling into you. “Where? My Jumbotron?” he teases, raining down a parade of kisses against your face. “Don't wanna,” he smiles, too soft and boyish for the words that leave his lips next. “Wanna lick your pretty pussy clean.”

“Jeon Jungkook,” you scold, covering your face with your palms in embarrassment. “Look at your stupid IMAX screen and leave me alone.”

He cackles loudly now, in that evil witch way it took him a while to show you, and you know he’s got that big silly grin on his face now. . “The IMAX screen? The same one that made you,” a pause, “climax?”

“Get off of me.”

——

Just as you predicted, Jungkook’s mom gives him the scolding of a lifetime when she drops by the next weekend. The poor woman nearly faints at the theater screen on the wall, only to quickly regain herself. You giggle from your spot on the couch as she whacks his stupidly ripped bicep with the leek you’re supposed to chop up for dinner later.

What you’re not expecting is for her anger to shift to you as she scolds you for letting her idiotic son make such purchases. She gets one playful thwack against your side with the leek before your charming idiotic boyfriend swoops in to save you.

——

Copyright © August 2020, 1kook on tumblr. absolutely NO reposts allowed.

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Bruh, we don't want to hear about your negative views about cleriths. Cloud loves Aerith and he always has. He lives in her church because he loves her. He thought of Aerith a lot in OG , On the Way to A Smile, and AC. He went to live in her church. Why tf would he go live in her church if it wasn't for Aerith? There are millions of places he could've gone but he chose the church. You don't have to believe our way of thinking if you don't want to, but don't tag clerith in your posts.

Thanks for your question. I think it's important to have these conversations so we can clear up these misunderstandings. Clouds motivations have been well documented so it's unfortunate that large swaths of the fandom seemingly are still in the dark about something that has been known for quite a long time, and I blame lack of communication. Before I answer your question though I'd like to address the style of it, since I find it amusing that in response to my article concerning productive conversation styles you not only used one of the styles I described, but even the same exact argument. This is a nice confirmation for me that I am right on the money. In my article, I said that the "dishonest inquiry" is the Clerith conversation style of choice. The example I gave was as follows:

The dishonest inquiry: “Why don’t you admit that Clouds actions in AC show that he doesn’t love Tifa?”

You mirrored this approach by saying "Why tf would he go live in her church if it wasn't for Aerith?". The defining characteristic of the dishonest inquiry is that the question isn't asked with the goal of seeking clarification, but as an offensive tactic meant to attack the others position, you're not trying to evaluate your position, you're trying to get others to re-evaluate their position under the guise of a question. If we look at the rest of your post we can see the indicators I described for someone who has reached the last stage of the debate style. "Cloud loves Aerith and he always has. He lives in her church because he loves her". As I noted in my article:

If assertions are backed up, they are backed up with other assertions designed to dissuade rebuttals, rather than investigating veracity.

This "argument" had no actual arguments, it was a meaningless assertion. Stating that you are correct in an attempt to avoid having to actual show that you're correct. "Cloud loves Aerith and he always has. He lives in her church because he loves her": This is what you're trying to prove, you can't state what you're trying to prove as your starting premise.

If you're honestly interested in learning more about FFVII then leave out the baseless assertions, they literally just waste peoples time and makes them less willing to engage with you.

If I had to rephrase your question in a way that's more inviting for a productive discussion it would be something like this:

"Why do you believe Cloud chose Aeriths Church as his hiding place in AC? He thinks about Aerith a lot, what do you think the reason is for that if it's not love?".

The answer to this is pretty simple of course, it's been restated several times, this is not something that is some grand mystery, it's not even an aspect of FFVII that's particularly ambiguous. The reason he stays in Aeriths church is the same reason he's seen lingering at Zacks "grave", it's guilt. As stated in the 10th anniversary ultimania, and several other times:

when Cloud contracts Geostigma he disappears. Behind these actions lies feelings of guilt towards his past failure to protect people who were important to him

While this is an element of the story that has been explicitly confirmed through ultimanias and quotes, this is not an element of the story that was ever in any way unclear, its a direct continuation of Clouds character arc in FFVII. Infact, Clouds mental health issues are the central part of the fake persona storyarc, and is arguably the core of the story. The rough order of events shown in FFVII, on the way to a smile, and Advent children (and also CC) concerning Clouds mental health is as follows. 1: Cloud as a boy want to protect Tifa. 2: Cloud fails to protect Tifa. 3: Cloud and townspeople blame Cloud for Tifas injuries. 4: Cloud internalizes this and beats himself up over his failure to protect Tifa. He develops a fear of failure. 5: Cloud starts acting up, starts wanting to prove himself, and decides to join Soldier to impress Tifa. 6: Cloud fails to get into Soldier, develops an inferiority complex. 7: Cloud is too ashamed of his failure to face Tifa. 8: Cloud fails to save his mother. 9: Cloud fails to save Nibleheim. 10: Cloud fails to save Tifa, again. 11: Cloud fails to save Zack. 12: Cloud develops a soldier alter ego that is everything that he isn't, as a defense mechanism. He hides from his own weakness. 13: Even as a soldier, Cloud fails to save Aerith. 14: Cloud regains his memories in the lifestream, and discovers he did fulfill his promise to come save Tifa. Here we basically end FFVII, and go into on the way to a smile. At this point Cloud has overcome the alien parasite messing with his mind by establishing a stronger sense of who he is. However, now that he's lost his fake soldier defense mechanism he's forced to deal with the past. His past failures haven't been fixed, he doesn't suddenly think he's a great person now, he simply can no longer use his fake persona to hide from his own weakness, and is forced to confront it. 15: Cloud still blames his own weakness for the deaths of Aerith and Zack, he thinks that he needs to atone for his sins, and thinks that the only way to do this is through living* 16: Cloud starts living with Tifa and experiences happiness and peace for the first time in his adult life.** 17: Cloud develops cherophobia and survivors guilt. He feels ashamed for being alive and happy while Aerith and Zack are dead because of him.*** 18: Clouds mental health deteriorates because of these feelings.**** 19: Cloud finds Denzel and sees him as a way to atone, having found a pathway to redemption, Clouds situation improves.***** 20: Cloud is unable to save Denzel from geostigma, and contracts it himself. 21: Clouds mental health worsens again, he failed again, he is unable to save Denzel, he is even unable to save himself, he won't be able to atone for his sins through living. He potentially brought an infectious disease into the house and as a result of his actions Tifa and Marlene will now lose him. 22: Depressed and ashamed, Cloud runs away. He thinks Tifa and Marlene are better off without him, he doesn't want them to see him waste away and die, he feels like he doesn't deserve to be happy and should instead die alone, Etc. Classic depression. (Some quotes concerning the *** are at the bottom of the article)

As for why he thinks about Aerith and Zack a lot, and hangs around the places that are connected with them, what else do you expect? Of course he's thinking about them, they're the people he failed, they're DEAD because of him. Cloud is a caring man, he beats himself up over it, of course he'd be thinking about them. And where else would a man wallowing in guilt and self-pity go than to those places? But the important thing to remember is that none of this is supposed to be seen as romantic. It's supposed to be viewed as sad and negative. Every internal character arc has something to overcome and this is what Cloud has to overcome in Advent children.****** Tifa to Cloud: "have we lost to our memories?" Cloud to Sephiroth: "Stay where you belong, in my memories" A well written story has internal and external obstacles to overcome, and ties the two together. In the case of advent children, the return of Sephiroth is the physical representation of Clouds internal character arc, which is that he should stop living in the past, and should move on. The past here isn't a positive thing he wants to get back to, Clouds past has always been a thing he's ran away from, but then is forced to accept. The past in Clouds case is a bad thing, his failures, and is something he should stop dwelling on. If you've ever seen the lion king, this resembles the scene where Rafiki hits Simba with a stick. "What does it matter, it's in the past", "yeah but it still hurts", "Oh Yes, the past can hurt, but the way I see it you can either run from it, or learn from it".

When Cloud returned to his normal self, he stopped running from the past, but as a result, he started dwelling in it. That's what he's doing in Aeriths church; dwelling in misery.

If we juxtapose Aeriths church with the 7th heaven, we can start to see where peoples misunderstandings are taking place. When some people look at the events of ACC they think that 7th heaven is a place of sadness, which Cloud leaves to be happy at Aeriths church, the place of happiness. The "have we lost to our memories" is then seen as a confirmation of this and that the memory, which they think corresponds to Aerith, is better than life with Tifa. This character arc then concludes with Cloud being happy by finally leaving Tifa behind, and riding off in the sun-set in search of Aerith at the end of the movie. But this interpretation falls apart as soon as you apply context to it, both narratively, and factually, it doesn't fit with with developer quotes, as well as the fundamental story themes of FFVII. 1: If 7th Heaven/Tifa is a place of sadness, then why has Cloud been consistently quoted to experience happiness there? 2: If 7th Heaven/Tifa is a place of sadness, and Cloud leaves at the end of the movie, then why has it been stated to be his promised land, aka, his land of supreme happiness (the reason it's literally called 7th heaven), and why is he stated to return there? ******* 3: If Clouds "memories" are positive, why is the plotarc resolved by Cloud telling the villain to "stay there"? 4: If Cloud is happy at the church, why is he living in self-deprecating squalor? 5: If Cloud loved Aerith and thought Denzel was sent to him by her, why did he abandon him? 6: Do you really think SE would write a story about a "hero" whose main emotional hurdle concerning the past comes down to. "I am sick of the girl I am with, I prefer the one that is dead, so I will get over the past by letting go of the girl I am with, as well as my adoptive children, to go chase the dead girl"? 7: Don't you think this would do Tifas character a tremendous disservice and do you think SE would be that preferential in their treatment? I could go on, but I think the point is clear. While the "Aeriths church is a happy place" interpretation is semi-coherent when looked at in isolation, it becomes exceedingly bizarre as soon as you place it in context. As I am fond of saying, this is not a matter of personal interpretation, it's a matter of lying to yourself vs not lying to yourself. I also suspect that this is the reason why SE changed the ending to advent Children, because people were misinterpreting it in this bizarre way, so they made it more in your face. In context, the following interpretation is much more fitting. Aeriths church is a place of sadness that Cloud runs to because of his guilt and depression. The "memories" line refers to Cloud dwelling on his past mistakes, as evidenced by his constant quotes about needing forgiveness. The character arc of moving on from the past is then resolved when he forgives himself, and as a result, defeats sephiroth, the metaphorical demon of his past. This allows him to return to his place of joy, his promised land, the 7th heaven, with a more positive outlook on the past. Instead of tarnishing Aerith and Zacks memories by wallowing in the past he instead moves on from it, thereby allowing it to become beautiful, which is represented by him planting Aeriths flowers on Zacks grave, and placing Zacks sword in the church. Instead of Zacks grave being the place where Zack died, it is now the place where a hero was born. Cloud has moved on, he has let his mistakes go, and has learned to come to terms with himself. I think it's hard to argue that this version of events is much less shallow, and much more meaningful than the story of a lovesick guy who abandons his partner and adoptive kids to go chase after a dead girl, but that's just me, what's more important is that it's the only version of events that's corroborated by the evidence. Thanks for the question. __________________________________________________

Corroborating quotes (not comprehensive)

* from case of Tifa: "“I’m going to live. I think that’s the only way I can be forgiven. All sorts of things…"

** Nojima in AC prologue: "“Cloud never had a candid personality to begin with, and although he started living with Tifa and even started working, he obtained a peaceful livinghe’s never experienced before, and this conversely made him anxious. And in the midst of this he contracts Geostigma himself, and rather than being able to protect the people dear to him, he instead was forced to face his own death, and so ran away.” (among other quotes)

*** 10th anniversary ultimania: "when Cloud contracts Geostigma he disappears. Behind these actions lies feelings of guilt towards his past failure to protect people who were important to him"

Aeriths 10th anniversary profile : Aerith still lives on in the hearts of her friends who saved the planet. And in particular to Cloud, as a symbol of his failure to having being unable protect those dear to him, she was a major factor in causing him to close himself off. -Aerith’s 10th anniversay profile.

And more, really this is reiterated constantly.

**** From case of Tifa: "During that time, it was Marlene who noticed a change in Cloud. She told Tifa how Cloud would sometimes space out and not listen to her.

Transporting mail around the world meant he was traveling around his past too. She knew that Cloud was in great pain because he couldn’t protect Aerith. Cloud was trying to overcome that and live on. But, going back to the place where he parted from Aerith might mean that his sorrow and regret was going to tear his heart again.

It was night, and they had closed the bar. Cloud was drinking alcohol even though he rarely did. He drained his glass. Tifa thought about it before going over and filling his glass.

***** From case of Tifa: "Tifa wondered if they became a real family after Denzel appeared. Cloud was clearly taking less jobs. At night, he would always make sure he had time to spend with the children. The silly little conversations he had with Tifa were also back."

****** Reunion files, page 58: "As long as Cloud blames himself for Aerith’s death, he won’t be able to move on with his life. One of the first ideas we had for Advent Children was to have Cloud overcome and resolve that immense feeling of guilt. For Cloud, no one other than Aerith can solve that problem for him."

- Takahiro Sakurai pg. 15 reunion files: After Cloud was told, “Which is it? A memory or us?: by Tifa, he tells Sephiroth, “Stay where you belong. In my memories,” just before he defeats him. I think Cloud finally becomes free at this moment. Deep down, Cloud knew that he shouldn’t be so hard on himself, but at the same time he couldn’t let go of those feelings of guilt for what happened to Aerith and Zack, or the thought that he could never forgive himself for it. But then his companions made him feel better by telling him to let go. ******* "The place where he awakens—- That is Cloud’s Promised Land As he sleeps, Cloud hears two voices. The voices of two people very dear to him, who are no longer with him. Playfully and kindly, they give him a message: he doesn’t belong here yet. When he awakes, there was his friends. There were the children, freed from their fatal illness. Tifa and Marlene, and Denzel asking for Cloud to heal his Geostigma— his family were waiting. Engulfed in celebration, he realizes where he is meant to live."

"Aerith lends her power to the people suffering from Geostigma in Edge, and personally provides for Cloud’s recovery. Geostigma is cured. Cloud returns to Tifa and the children."

-  FFVII 10th Anniversary Ultimania Complete Timeline

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Modern!au Felix Escellun x tattoo artist!gn!reader | Headcanons

a/n: Hey!!! I’m back at it again with my beautifully fucked up request fill. I’m still working on three other things, while I make you wait I took it upon myself to not starve this fandom. So here you have it. Please reblog or comment so that I have a crumb of motivation to keep up.

Should I do a smutty pt. 2 ? Who knows lmao.

Your hand slipped through the pile of designs that your colleague (and your close friend) had sent you to choose and pick apart from.

Unfortunately you were spending the night at the beautiful library of your uni, trying to balance off your school work with your actual work.

You didn’t mind spending your time under the faint scent of books and the mere sound of wood beneath you feet, but what you ‘do’ mind is the fact that the library is way colder than you thought it would be after the midnight.

Good thing that the yearning for finishing your work and leaving as soon as possible made it easier to concentrate on the task at hand.

It also made it easier for you to not notice the presence of an unexpected company.

That was until you felt the warm floral yet musky scent invade your senses as you felt the weight of cotton drape around your shoulders.

You slowly turn your head towards the owner of the coat who’s already making their way out. Desperately trying to find a way to make them stop but failing to raise your voice because of the circumstances.

The last picture of the person buried in your head was their hair caressed by the wind and their quick steps.

Fast forward to a week later, going completely out of luck with finding a place to stay you decide to ask help from your friend whom interestingly has a lot to offer.

With things going a lot smoother than you expected you stopped by the tattoo shop to finish your appointments with couple of customers before you left to meet up with your possible candidate.

“Don’t bother I’ll just call him here so you could talk comfortably.”

Your work seemed to take a lot longer than usual. So you kindly accepted your friends offer as you wrapped up the leftover stuff, finishing up the last customer.

“Hey, oh-“

The sight of your guest tickled your memories as you kept glaring at the glorious figure in front of you.

Felix, completely avoiding eye contact, placed the fallen hair strand behind his ear as he kept his eyes on the table of the tattoo equipments.

You quickly got up as you grabbed his coat from the hanger and walked back where you left him.

“Thank you for the coat, you really saved me back there.”

“Oh- no problem.”

That day you two chatted and melted the ice in between. Deciding to rent the close by apartment and start your roommate era.

Your friend smiled to themselves knowing all too well that felix was completely crazy about you.

Your encounter at the library wasn’t a coincidence either, well don’t think of him as a stalker now, he just dumped a couple of coins in the fountain wishing that you would be there that night. That’s all.

As you two moved in together you realized that there were a lot of things to be ‘caught off guard’ about him but you were most baffled by the tremendous amount of books felix owned.

“Hey Lover boy ! Would you mind recommending me some of them ?”

Felix blushes terribly and you love it so much that you constantly bother him in order to catch a glimpse of his flustered state.

Unbeknownst to you, the pile that felix left on the doorstep of your room was consisted of the books that he thought of you as he read.

Felix, abandoning his night owl habit, decided to fix his sleeping schedule for the better. Definitely not because he wanted to see you at morning before you got off to the work.

Insisting on offering you a ride on your way back home with his nice car.

Nearly every single day.

He knows that it may annoy you but he knows how much you are devoted to your responsibilities so he at least wants for you to save a bit of energy before you dive into the work.

Speaking of his nice car, it tickled your curiosity so you decided to check the price tag on the web and... well...

“Felix... you don’t so some sketchy illegal shit for a living right ?”

“It’s nearly impossible for me to work at the moment because of my studies. Why did you ask ?”

“Your car costs more than the apartment we are living in right now.”

With that, you discover that Felix’s father owns one of the most prominent chains of pharmaceutical companies and that he basically flee from his fathers mansion because he was pressuring Felix to take over his position in the future.

Being his puppet was not a thing to be tolerated in Felix’s book.

That being said, your domestic life with felix was pretty soft to say the least.

Cleaning together, cooking while talking about how your day went or getting to enjoy his expressions while he spilled his frustration against authors that didn’t affect him well.

Occasionally noticing the new cooking books appearing out of nowhere

and the delicious smell of food welcoming you after work, quite often than you expect.

Finally, more skinship.

One day whilst you two got through the gates of your apartment block you noticed the open doors of the elevator so instinctively you held Felix by the hand and ran into the mirrored box.

What you didn’t notice was the fact that you didn’t let go of his hand as you two went up.

From that day on Felix used every single opportunity to sneak his hand into yours.

Don’t blame him, it’s just that your hands are warm and the feeling of security that radiates from your fingertips is his medicine.

You absolutely avoided to tease or point it out to him because you knew that he would never do it again so you went with the flow.

You really enjoyed it though.

Snaking your arms around his waist while he is organizing the bookshelf. Feeling him shutter into your arms.

Nights became more and more enjoyable once he started to accompany you.

Everytime you caught him slacking on the sofa, you used his lap as a pillow.

Felix is extremely easy to figure out, mainly because he can’t hide anything.

Also, well

He is ticklish and you use his weakness against him, a lot.

Diving your fingers down to the sides of his tummy you started to tickle every possible sensitive spot you could catch on.

“Spit it out.”

“I-I wan’t you to- give me my first tattoo.”

Telling his words apart from his adorable giggles, needless to say you were ecstatic.

“Alright. What do I get in return ?”

“Name your price.”

You thoughtfully stared at the ceiling, humming as you blurted out your very obviously well thought out response.

“I want you to show me what keeps you up all night.”

You can’t be serious.

If you asked for an organ, he would’ve been more compliant.

You didn’t know what you got yourself into.

You basically asked for him to show you his ‘masterpieces’ that he showcases on AO3. Something that you were already well aware of.

“Deal ?”

“No !”

“Good ! Let’s see what you got.”

Felix anonymously contributed to the community by writing some of the most famous slow-burn stories on the web.

Just so you know, his author persona blew up thanks to the mind blowing, earth shattering smuts he wrote.

Yeah you heard that right

Smuts

Well he is fucking panicking now.

Nonetheless days kept on going as felix prayed each night to every single deity that you forgot your ‘deal’.

The days go on even if his worries don’t.

Did I say that Felix is a whimpering, whiny mess ? he struggles to stay in one position as the needle drags upon his skin.

“If you plan to keep on moving, I might as well strap you down felix. 5 more minutes and then we are done. Please behave.”

When you put it like that how can he refuse I mean you made things worse he is internally screaming at what you just said but he is not going to refuse a command when it’s given by you.

In exchange for giving him a tattoo you decide to let him give you one even though he’s inexperienced.

He’s terrified because he thinks that something would go wrong, his hand would slip or something and he would scratch that pretty skin of yours with a horrendous tattoo.

But you assured him nevertheless and offered him to draw something very minimal and easy. He accepted eventually.

As it turns out Felix is a natural. His hand is extremely steady and the tattoo turns out great.

Throughout the process he’s constantly asking if you’re hurt because he thinks that he’s doing something wrong but in fact he’s very delicate and gentle with the strokes and his touch.

You decide to be evil and use it against him. After you touch up your tattoo you lean in very closely and turn your cheek towards him.

“What are you doing ?” He stutters.

“I can’t possibly ask you to kiss my freshly made tattoo, so won’t you give me a kiss so that it heals faster.”

If his hands were steady before they weren’t now.

As soon as his lips left your cheek you held him by his wrist and pull him back close again so that you can lean in onto his ear.

“Don’t think that I’ve forgotten our deal. I am excited to see what you have in store for me tonight.” You winked.

Then the worst thing happened

The “tonight” came.

Felix was running in circles around the living room with one hand on his forehead wondering what could get worse after this.

Maybe you’ll be disgusted or scared hell if he knows.

He wanted to do nothing to harm your relationship in anyway because you and what you two have is all he ever wanted.

...and he believes that he has a tendency to ruin things.

But what happened was beyond his expectations.

Your eyes followed every single sentence throughout the screen, the white light traced your expressions as your eyebrows raised up and down and the corners of your lips inched closer to your ears. Your lower lip became a victim of your teeth’s assault.

He was so confused. Still waiting for you to lash out or make fun of him, at least.

“I used to think ‘what am I gonna do with you’ when it comes to you. Mostly out of frustration.”

Yet here you were with the laptop closed shut and your arms behind your head as you closed your eyes and groaned.

Slowly the smile plastered on your face grew.

”Now I know what to with you.”