#i feel the game is too cheesy sometimes LOL but oh well it's still a fun game
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which character in obm do you think is the most yandere for mc and why?
CRACKS KNUCKLES OKAY (there will be spoilers from nightbringer so just a heads up)
In my opinion it's definitely a tie between Mammon, Leviathan and Belphegor. Mammon In the OG it's been stated that Mammom oversees all forms of greed, and we know how he is head over heels for the MC as well as possessive. (well the rest of the boys have possessive tendencies towards the mc so lol) In Nightbringer we actually see him go super possessive over the MC to the point his brothers struggled trying to get him under control. Although it's been resolved, I still wonder if he'll be able to go that crazy like that again @ the MC. He is the Avatar of Greed after all, he makes it known to everyone that the MC belongs to him only and that he was their "first." Leviathan Avatar of Envy, enough said. I do remember in the OG (whether it was in one of the pop quiz events or the main story, I'll have to dig later) he did say that the MC is his. Either way I do believe he can be the most yandere for the MC. This jealous serpent??? Obviously. The MC is his idol, his angel, his player 2. I genuinely think he can be a terrifying yandere too. Iirc apparently he was supposed to be a canon yandere but they scrapped it? Correct me if I'm wrong but that's pretty much all I can say about him for now, It's not much so sorry. u __ u Maybe I'll edit and add more later. Belphegor He's a canon yandere (mmNNFF YUMMY). In Nightbringer his yandere side is shown more in Lesson 33-14 , Where he tried to keep the MC from going back to the human world (in MC's case, back to the future) by putting a spell on them so they feel tired. He's so wants the MC is to stay and to keep for himself and it shows, not just in nightbringer but pretty much anywhere. Dude got jealous/angry in Lesson 55-18(OG) where if you choose the option "I'm worried about Lord Diavolo." Belphie responds with "sO yOu cArE mOrE aBoUt lORd dIaVoLO tHaN mE?" What a spoiled, bratty, yandere bitch baby. Also a scary yandere. Tbh I can't really choose but it's between these three. Sorry for any typos btw. Honorable mentions: Lucifer , Barbatos , Diavolo
#i'd b biased if i chose belphegor cuz he is my fave but at the same time he IS a canon yandere#but i AM biased so LOLLL#I think everyone has a little(or a lot) of yandere in them cuz they are canonically possessive over the MC anyways#these are just my thoughts of course. I personally would love it if the game got even more dark and more demons being demons(tm)#idk tho i'll take anything i guess considering how some ppl in the fandom(well the louds ones) don't like dark stuff#and go ''nooo BOOOO THEY'D NEVER BE YANDERE' despite everyone being fucked up in their own way#i feel the game is too cheesy sometimes LOL but oh well it's still a fun game#i went absolutely INSANE over Mammon and Belphie being super possessive/yandere in NB.... solmare please MOREE#anonymous#lune answers#obey me mammon#obey me leviathan#obey me belphegor#yandere#spoilers#obey me spoilers
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Wait, they don't love you like I love you / ran. shuji. izana.
about: fluff boyfriend images on tokyo revengers men
a/n: i'll keep this cheesy and sweet for u guys because i love u so much and u girlies and gays deserve the best. Have a nice day! (^ïœ^)
đ Ran is a natural sleeper so most probably after the gang or school stuff, he'll hangout to your home just to rest. He rarely use or even check his phone that's why you're kind of relieve that he knows how to go to your apartment. Why 'kinda' you asked? Well sometimes you kinda get freaked out when somebody knocks at your door at the middle of the night lol.
You can't predict him but that's what makes him interesting anyway. He might appear as nonchalant but when it comes to you? Oh girl, he's talkative like a young boy in love. But don't worry, he listens to you too haha. You can even caught Ran starting at your eyes or lips when you tell him about your school or work. Nevertheless, your nights or days with him were simple and comforting like the time the two of you just listened to a cute song. I guess the two of you can be both orange or black cats depending on your mood levels in spending time with each other. "What matters the most is we're together doll," he smiled and waved goodbye before going back to his home.



đ Shuji is the kind of guy you're actually glad you've been with. You were tired of online dating and finally give in giving him a chance. He's the one that fell in love first and he continue courting and shameless flirting with you no matter where you go. You get shy so easily that's why you told him to stop and look that someone is starting but he didn't care. All he knows is that he wants you to feel love like butterflies to your stomach. At first, he was the sketchy or skeptical dude but you didn't regret getting to know him. Shuji is a passionate guy and always motivates you to do your best whether you were busy at your hobbies or studies. Him being clingy? He also asked if that's okay with you and my oh my you giggled and didn't realize that even if he looks like a bad boy, he's still a lover boy at heart. "I'll still court you even if we're already dating, remember that," he texted at your number leaving a smile on your rosy lips.



đ Izana, your favorite game streamer, became your boyfriend and moments has been amazing ever since. You were used on watching him and commenting how good looking he is and you admire his gaming skills. Out of miracle, he recognized you and slid on your dms. You were a blushing mess and asked if he was real or not trolling but all you see was his genuine and kind demeanor. Months passed, the two of you lived in. Even though he stays up late to continue streaming, you were always there on his side and support him. When one time you gave him his favorite snack, the viewers saw a glimpse of you and immediately caused a fuss on the chat. Izana just made his cute laugh and admit to the people that indeed yes, he already has a love of his life, a partner that he will be always be grateful of. "Oh her? She's my number one fan. Isn't she beautiful?" he smirked at the camera and you became a blushing mess behind.
#tokyo revengers#ran haitani#shuji hanma#kurokawa izana#izana kurokawa#izana x reader#tokyo revengers izana#haitani ran#tokyo revengers hanma#hanma tokyo revengers#haitani rindou#hanma x reader#ran x reader#tokyo revengers fluff
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Tokens of Appreciation
Astarion likes to bring you little gifts and presenting them to you in his overly dramatic way and little bit of playful banter (that he totally didn't make all up on his way home to you).
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Author's Note: Written for the "Gifts" prompt of the BG3 Winter Holiday challenge. I like the idea of just showering a loved one with random gifts and being like "this made me think of you" - and also I imagine Astarion could be pretty cute and loving in a genuine relationship with doing stuff like this (albeit insufferably sassy, lol)
Pairing: Astarion/GN!Tav (You) Warnings: none Wordcount: 1,1k ~~~
Throughout winter time Astarion brought you presents. Little trinkets or a sweet treats (accompanied by him saying âa treat for my sweetâ and a wink while you act like youâre going to have to throw up from his cheesiness), a single blossom of a flower besting the ice and the snow or maybe a bottle of wine the two of you could share together. It almost had the musings of a cat bringing its owner âgiftsâ - but you were happy that yours were much more delightful than what a feline predator would have brought in. He didnât tell you where he would get these small tokens of appreciation - and you didnât ask. That was part of the magic of this little game. Though, you had the distinct feeling that many of these werenât acquired under explicitly lawfully good circumstances. But to the hells with that, you were a former thief and he a rogue, what else was new?
It had become a habit for him that whenever he went into the city to run some errands that he would grab a little something for you as well. You had dared to become accustomed to the sweet little gestures and were excited anytime you knew heâd return with a little surprise for you.
The vampire meanwhile had found he enjoyed this way of showing you a bit of admiration: a sign of thinking of you, making the time to grab something and show you some love - all without him having to give anything of himself up. Rather, it even gave him something as well: whenever he saw how your face started to beam with love and admiration, your eyes lighting up, he felt how his own chest felt lighter, warmer and a telltale smile stole onto his lips.
A naive fool mightâve called that love. Astarion counted himself among such fools when it came to you - if exclusively so.
And then he made a show of it each time too. Like when he brought you a flower that was magically frozen in a sphere of ice.
Astarion came into the kitchen where you had been preparing some dinner for yourself still fully clothed from going out. The way heâd sauntered into the room had already told you that he had a little something planned and was infinitely proud of himself - he was terribly predictable sometimes.
When he cleared his throat to get your attention you had obediently put down the vegetables youâd been currently cutting and turned around to him, leaning casually against the counter. The vampire had been waiting with a smug grin, his arms still by his sides so the cloak was fully covering his form.
âMy sweet darling, I have something for you,â he said and leaned a little closer in a playful sort of way.
You immediately joined his little back and forth that you already were well accustomed to. Placing your hand on your chest as if asking âfor me?â you made a delighted âOh?â and smiled at him.
With a swift movement the vampire sent one side of his cloak flying, revealing his hand under it which held a shiny sphere. Dexterously, he let the perfect, transparent sphere roll over his wrist and down his arm. And just before the ball fell to the ground he let it smoothly wander onto his other arm. With a quick shrug of his shoulder he made the shiny thing roll up and with a flick of his wrist he elegantly caught it and then offered it to you with a little bow.
âMay I present to you, my love, a magically frozen blossom. The height of its existence forever caught in magically eternal ice. Beautiful if ice cold - almost like you, my dear,â he presented the gift to you, still in his little bow before you. You could see the twitch of his eyebrows and the corners of his mouth. Mustâve taken him the whole way home to come up with all of this.
You took the shiny sphere from him - immediately intrigued by its beauty and shininess. It was almost as if your history as a thief had permanently altered your brain to be drawn to shiny, glittery things; as if you had become a little magpie.
The sphere was merely cool in your hands, the ice encasing a wonderfully bright red blossom that immediately made you think of summertime. You turned the beautiful trinket in your hands admiring its beauty when, finally, Astarionâs words registered with you.
You pursed your lips and crossed your arms over your chest, still holding onto the icy sphere. The vampire grinned smugly at you - heâd been waiting for this moment.
âAstarion, dear, I did not just hear you call me frigid, did I?,â you had asked indignantly. The vampire grinned broader in response, putting even his fangs on display.
âMaybe I just called you cool, love,â he replied, sauntering over to where you were still leaning against the kitchen counter.
âOr - maybe,â you countered as Astarion leaned to you, placing one of his arms on the counter, âyou just called me chilly.â
The vampire clicked his tongue and pouted: âMy heart, you think so negatively of me. I would never dare to call you cold to your face.â He tried to stay serious but a smug grin crept onto his lips, making one corner of his mouth twitch. Meanwhile he leaned in a little closer. Seemingly he was convinced heâd soon be the winner of your little banter and would receive a kiss for all his efforts.
You though werenât done playing.
âIâd hope so, Astarion. I really hope so. Because that would be so rich coming from a walking and talking corpse whose body heat canât rise above room temperatureâ, you replied tongue in cheek as you stayed unimpressed by Astarion craning his neck to reach for you for a kiss.
When the vampire took in your words, he was taken aback. He stopped moving in, his eyes widened while his mouth had fallen open. Then his expression immediately changed into an amused and proud grin.
âMy gods, dear,â Astarion said with a little chuckle, still grinning proudly at you.
âAlright,â he then said after staring at you for a bit longer, âI guess this burn has just proven that youâre anything but cold.â
You lifted your chin up and grinned triumphantly at him and Astarion quickly stole a little peck on your lips before he went back to the hallway to take off his cloak.
âGood! But if youâre still not convinced I can show you some heat later onâ, you shouted after your vampire and were gifted with a genuine laugh.
Tag list: @spacebarbarianweird @sunfire-ancunin @tragedybunny @dependsonthedream @tallymonster @magazzne @micropoe10 @aoirohi @my-bunny-prince @lumienyx @fayeriess @darlingxdragon
#astarion#baldur's gate 3#astarion ancunin#fanfiction#astarion x tav#bg3 spoilers#baldur's gate iii#baldurs gate#astarion x mc#astarion x oc#bg3holidayfluffle23#astarion x you#astarion x reader#bg3
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hello and welcome to guidingThulite's blog for reblogs!
my name is alma (i also go by amaya!) and i'm 18+. not the blog, even though tumblr flagged it as mature?????? i rarely post nsfw and if i do it's mostly jokes, but whatevs. someday i'll go rogue and post female presenting nipples so they flag me for a reason
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about my frequent tags and some more info below!
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generally, for miscellaneous memes and stuff that i don't post about as often so i feel there's no need for a tag, i use #misc!
if i like a post a lot, i'll tag it as #fav!
if i go off in the tags, i usually add #alma rambles. it's also the tag i use for asks! though sometimes i forget and i use #alma answers instead. and sometimes i forget to use #alma rambles altogether
though me rambling on the tags is the norm but still
i also have a tag for those cheesy and often badly photoshopped valentine cards. just because.
my fandom tags!
right now i'm hyperfixating on project sekai, so that's what you'll see the most of in the blog. the tag is #proseka. i mostly post about tsukasa, but kanade and minori are my other two favs!!! mmj is my fav group! i am also a big defender of rarepairs so you'll see like. a lot lmao.
i wrote an akks fanfic that i treat like my child. updates VERY sporadically but i talk about it often. because it's my child
it's probably because i've been a vocaloid fan ever since the dawn of time (2011). the tag is #vocaloid! i'd talk about my fav producers but it's honestly a p big list hehe
i also really like kagerou project. the tag is #kagepro! i'm a big harutaka enthusiast. yuukei yesterday makes me cry. also a shintaka truther. poly yuukei quartet in general.
if there's something you should know about me is that i have a very-not-healthy-very-not-normal obsession with anything created by game dev #parun. i played re:kinder when i was like 13 and it genuinely changed me as a person. the tag's not organized like at all but someday it will. maybe. click for me rambling about how much me playing re:kinder changed the timeline or whatever. i've also played heisei pistol show and gone through gote to handa and if! gote to handa made me experience shrimp emotions. BIG DISCLAIMER OR WARNING OR SOMETHING. EITHER WAY, PLEASE READ: this has happened to me before, so if you want to play re:kinder because i don't stop talking about it or anything like that, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE look up the trigger warnings or ask me, i don't mind providing them. it's a VERY HEAVY game and i don't recommend you play it if you aren't feeling well mentally. let's ignore that's what i did when i was 13 but hey! i was 13!
i'm a big nintendo as in the franchises fan, so i post a lot about it! i usually use the tag #nintendo for smash bros-related content and some misc nintendo franchises that i reblog less often
i have been posting a lot about super mario lately.the tag is #mario. mostly misc stuff but sometimes i'll get into A Mood and it'll be either super paper mario or the mario & luigi rpgs (esp superstarsaga, peasley my beloved)
the mother trilogy is my most beloved and mother 3 is my favorite game ever so yeah. the tag is #earthbound!
there's also kirby! who doesn't love kirby? i love that li'l guy. the tag is #kirby. i pretend i understand the lore but every day i grow more confused.
now, as for regrettable decissions: the pokemon tag is just #pokemon even though i post about mainline, mystery dungeon and other spin offs often. everything is mixed. oh god. explorers is my beloved and, as you can see, hau is my son. sinnoh has my heart.
speaking of confusing storylines! i am, regrettably, a homestuck fan. the #homestuck tag could be completely replaced with a johnkat tag though. it's either johnkat or classpecting with next to no inbetween. i complain about canon a lot too lol
i'm a big ace attorney fan, i've played all the games! though i left the crossover midway and never played again. someday, i guess. the tag is #ace attorney! i also have a separate tag for dai gyakuten saiban, or the great ace attorney, #dgs spoilers are tagged for the latter two as "dgs spoilers" and "dgs2 spoilers"
i am also a jojo's bizarre adventure fan! i've seen parts 1-6 and i mostly post about narancia. i love that funky little dude. the tag is #jjba!
speaking about mafia-related animes, i also enjoy bungou stray dogs! when i say i enjoy bsd i mean i post ranpo and only ranpo. ok that's not true. i post ranpoe and ada found family too :> the tag is #bsd!
now, for something completely different, osomatsu-san! i can't say i have something i post more than anything but i really, really like beni and i'm always talking about how they're my brother and i frfr. i don't post blm-tsu. the tag is #ososan!
i post about the disastrous life of saiki k. the tag is #tdlosk and i am very normal about akechi. i promise.
speaking of akechis! #persona is also a thing. 4 is my favorite but anything with hamuko on it is an instant reblog from me. i lied though. my fav persona game is q2. but only 3 people including me played it in the west. it's okay. that means i'm hikari's number 1 fan!
i used to be the biggest inazuma eleven nut back in 2018 and sometimes i miss it so i reblog spree until i'm normal again. the tag is #inaele! the fandom was really small so i just reblogged whatever i liked, but i have a really soft spot for hamano, hayami and kurama, aka inago's second year trio!
i also like yokai watch a lot! the tag is #yokai watch. i would die for hailey and USApyon. my fav game is 3! you might see this red-haired catboy fucker around too. he's my son. regrettably.
things i don't really post about that often but they have a tag so might as well put it here:
#kingdom hearts
#twewy
#sonic
#warioware
#danganronpa
#parappa the rapper
#sam and max (slowly BUT SURELY getting into it)
#disney (doubles as an epic mickey tag ig)
#phineas and ferb and #milo murphy's law
#steven universe
#captain underpants
#hxh
#dragon ball
#rhythm heaven
#genshin impact
#puyopuyo
#haikyuu
#keroro gunso. or sgt frog. idk. frog alien man :)
#your turn to die
#rpg maker games
#wander over yonder
#undertale (doubles as a deltarune tag)
#one piece
#owari no seraph
#lisa trilogy (the first, the painful, the joyful, you know the works)
#ffix (like a couple of posts or so)
#dungeon meshi
#bugsnax
#ocposting (self-explanatory. i'm open to questions about my oc's if you have any!)
#miraculous ladybug
#dandadan
there's probably more i'm forgetting but i'll add them as i remember!
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Itâs been a while and I know youâre not really in the mood to write but I hope youâre down to answering some questions. Missed your presence on my home page.
1. What are the three scents you like?
2. Whatâs your favorite board or card game?
3. What is the weirdest thing youâve ever eaten?
4. Have you ever thought of what your future baby will be named?
5. Who is your all-time favorite Disney character?
6. Are you afraid of ghosts?
7. Do you believe that love is blind?
8. What period would you travel to if you were given a time machine?
9. Would you take it if you had the opportunity to be immortal?
10. What makes your day better?
Hope youâre doing well and school isnât too stressful, if it is do take the time to entertain my silly request. Maybe itâll be a good distraction. Or not, you can totally ignore me lol.
With love,
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really sorry I haven't been in the mood to write lately lol, but hell yeah, I'm always down to talk to my lovely followers
1. 3 scents I like?
vanilla, the smell before it rains, and bonfires
2. favorite board / card game?
we don't play board games very much in my house, but cards games are fun, Uno is always good, Cards Against Humanity, Skip-bo is classic in my house, and if I'm really bored I'll play solitaire on my computer lol
3. weirdest thing I've ever eaten?
not much considering I'm a picky eater (how I ended up with someone who's a chef I'll never understand lol)
weirdest thing though would probably have to be raw octopus, had it a sushi restaurant once when I was like 8
4. future kids names?
honestly I'm so young I haven't really thought about having kids much, I think I'm still in a part of my life where I don't exactly want them, but who knows maybe that'll change sometime in the future
however, considering most of my friends (the girls, not the guys obviously lol) are the type to think about this a lot and it's actually come up in conversation before, I have slightly thought about it lol
I don't keep a written list or anything so here's just a few off the top of my head; Jordan, Alexander, Riley, Justin, Brandon, Brooke, Erik, Sam
5. favorite Disney character?
ughhh, this is so hard why would you do this to me đ
if I had to pick I'm going to sayyyyyy, Baloo from The Jungle Book, I used to watch that movie so much as a kid
however, Mushu (Mulan) and Genie (Aladdin) are close seconds
6. afraid of ghosts?
honestly, I feel like it would depend on the ghost, if it's evil I'm running the hell away, if it's nice I'm pulling up a chair and asking it every question I can think of lol
7. is love blind?
wow, this is a tough one... honestly I'm not sure. I think that maybe, sometimes love can blind people, but I wouldn't say that's the case all the time. I think it just comes down to the person and the situation.
8. when/where would I travel to if I had a time machine?
oh god, so many places
first stop would probably be the Renaissance (England), kings, knights, swords, and jousting? hell yeah lol
Ancient Egypt? sign me up, gotta prove the conspiracy nuts wrong and show them aliens didn't build the pyramids lol
Most importantly though, dinosaur ages (Mesozoic Era), I gotta know what they actually looked like, and to hear a real trex roar? yes please
9. immortality?
this is a tough one because on one hand, eternal life, getting to see the future, plus all the cool inventions... on the other though, living through global horrors (war, politics, disease, etc) and having to outlive all your friends and family...
i honestly have no idea what I would actually say to an offer like that, so because I'm feeling reckless today we'll say yes đ
10. what makes my day better?
depends on the day, but I'll list a few for fun: sitting down with a comfort movie and some popcorn, talking to my (adoptive) kiddos, anything to do with my girlfriend, and making other people happy
kind of a cheesy list but all true lol
Hopefully I answered your questions well enough, thanks for sending them :)
and thank you for checking in on me! I'm not doing too bad at the moment, and hopefully you're doing well yourself!
(even if I'm not in the mood to write I'm always down to talk to you guys so feel free to stop by whenever)
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Get To Know Me Tag Game!
Thanks for the acknowledgment and tag, @future-boi! Don't worry, I don't plan on reporting you for harassment... :3c
⧠1) Spell your name in songs
Oh boy, this'll be fun! I think I'm just gonna do "Maple", especially since a lot of the songs I wanna throw on here do not start with the right letters EHEHE
đ M - Murders by Miracle Musical I love the Hawaii Part II album, it has A LOT of bangers. A lot of people just know The Mind Electric; I encourage you to give the album a full listen-through!
đ A - Alone Together by Fall Out Boy FOB is one of my favorite bands! I love its high energy and messages. The song titles are funny sometimes too... and let's not forget the way Patrick Stump enunciates and projects his voice!
đ P - Paradise City by Guns N' Roses Guns N' Roses has a small spot in my heart; it's one of my mom's favorite bands. Sometimes I can imagine myself being on a road trip with Paradise City in particular.
đ L - Let It Grow by Ester Dean (Yes, it's what you think it is. No, it's not the version you think.) Say what you will about The Lorax (2012), I think the music is amazing! I think the movie itself is really nice in general, even if it's cheesy.
đ E - exploding by mehro A lesser-known artist who acted as my gateway to Dariacore! A lot of his music is nice, this song just happens to be one I revisit frequently, especially since it reminds me of a crush I have.
⧠2) Why did you choose your URL? The name "Maple" stems from when I was 15-16, when there were two people with the same first name in a friend group. I was really into Hetalia at the time and decided to throw nicknames based on my favorite character. I can't exactly remember my reasoning for the "pepperoni" bit. It was a late addition; I was just "Maple" for a long time... I think I just wanted something that sounded cool, gave a good impression, and contrasted well, hence "Sweet and Spicy"?
⧠3) What is your middle name? My online moniker middle name? Peperoncini! My legal middle name, it's... pretty basic: Ann.
⧠4) If you could be any mythical creature, what would you be? I like the idea of being a werewolf! I think it'd be pretty sick.
⧠5) Favorite color? I think I like every color, actually? I lean more toward colors that are gentle on the eyes, like darks and neutrals. Things like neons are still cool, I just don't wanna burn my eyes LOL
⧠6) Song you love right now? I Wish You Liked Girls by Abbey Glover! It's helping me cope with my feelings, while also being silly and ironic (a lot of my friends are into men).
⧠7) Top four fandoms? They're on my Carrd, actually! At the time of posting this, however, my top four are Toontown, Baldi's Basics (+BBAU), Danganronpa, and Back To The Future!
⧠8) Tag nine people How about this instead: if anyone on my timeline sees this and wants to do it too, I welcome it! If not, that's totally cool too! And hey, if you've read this far... sit up straight (better yet, get up and stretch), drink some water, take that bathroom break, and eat something if you haven't in a while! I care about you, y'know?
Get To Know Me Tag Game!
Thanks to @mythical-bookworm and @alex-a-fans for tagging me.
tbh this is just a song rec list LMAO [easier to open in a browser fyi]
1) Spell your name in songs
Y'all get two for the price of one cuz I couldn't decide if I wanted to go with all non-English songs or not.
The non-English songs are labeled with đ§ in case you wanna avoid đ€Ș
Warning: Most of the songs in english have swear words so... just in case u got kids or ur strict parents around LMAO.
âĄïž F: Fighter Not a Lover
aro/ace people gonna love that shit ^ + no swear words
alt: fml u fucked me up
âĄïž U: URARAđ§
It translates to 'Oo-la-la', which I now realize is the magazine Biff was carrying around in the second movie... this was unintentional and the meaning of the song is very wholesome, trust me
alt: Upside Down
âĄïž T: this was a demo for this one song...
That one's like 50% f-bombs ^ i love it
alt: Toxic but its NOT Brittany, B*tch đ
The most aggressive entry on this list
âĄïž U: Up Up and Away
The only f-bomb is in the second verse
alt: Unmei no Roulette Mawashite đ§
'unmei' means 'destiny' so you know I had to include it
âĄïž R: Raining in Manila (half đ§)
Couple of dudes just vibin' out in the studio, what's not to love?
alt: RAHHHH
^im convinced this is what suburbanites see in their nightmares
âĄïž E: Electricity (half đ§)
alt: Extensyon
Both make up the most WHOLESOME entry in this
âĄïž -(hyphen): Hatid Sundo đ§
Baby. Baby boi. Baby. vibes ^
alt: Hell to Sell
EVIL. vibes ^
đ«đ§ą I have a problem with tonal whiplash. Did I cheat and use the hyphen to include the most wholesome and cute song right before pulling out the lowkey most scandalous song in the list? YES.
Just realized it doesn't work as well if you can't understand it, but trust me. I mean just listening to its vibes is enough đ©
âĄïž B: Balik Sa Umpisa đ§
Any song that samples/remixes 'Stand By Me' is a W in my book.
alt: Bodybag
I'm just self-reporting at this point.
Ok the rest are very wholesome songs I swear
âĄïž O: Oretachi Rookies đ§
alt: Oh, Imagine That
ok this one's tied for most wholesome in the list
âĄïž I: I/Me/Myself
gnc/nb people gonna love this shit ^
alt: I Really Like You
that was a struggle, R is the top pick to check out imo. E, O and I are the wholesome ones with no swear words if u care.
2) Why did you choose your URL?
Its based. ..off the song in the musical. I got back into the fandom because of the musical so I owe it that much. 'boi' sounds more gender-neutral than 'boy'
3) What is your middle name?
That's a secret!
4) If you could be any mythical creature, what would you be?
Shapeshifter.
5) Favorite color?
Purple. Lavender/Periwinkle specifically.
6) Song you love right now?
What? đ§ The amount of crackhead energy, but genuine emotion... AND AESTHETIC. it was literally made for me LMAO Ken is so aggro but hes singing about not littering. like why is he so intimidating-- but i support the eco-friendly king. but fr the song is about waving ur flag with pride??? PRIDE???? and they look androgynous asf??? whats not to love
7) Top four fandoms? (Current Fandoms?)
Back to the Future
That's it
jk uhhh, Invincible
Thats it, dont wanna get into past fandoms rn
8) Tag nine people
mf u think i know 9 people??
im playin, lemme tag some cool people... not that u have to do this, i just wanted to bother u đ€Ș but feel free to do it, i wanna hear other music đ„șđ„șđ„ș
âĄïž @maxintime LOVE UR ART STYLE. BEEN TOO SHY TO BOTHER U THO đ
âĄïž @jowritesfanfiction my inspo, my density, ILY. Im never shy bout bothering u in my posts HAVE U GOTTEN THE RESTRAINING ORDER AGAINST ME YET đ€Șđ€Șđđđ ive tagged this mf in every other post istg
âĄïž @moth-makay ur great frfr đđ all the hugs. r u gonna post more art??? cuz u shouuuld đ„ș
âĄïž @bttf-dork ur name and pfp give comfy vibes??? its very endearing. dunno how to describe it, but i like seeing u in my notifs đ„° bUT UR ART DOHHH. immaculate. underrated.
âĄïž @pepsifox88 i hope u continue to cook âš everyone go and GIVE THEM SUPPORT, I AM NO LONGER ASKING
and to the rest of u, thank u for liking a bunch of my work, whenever i see long lists of likes like that, or if i see ur name often 'nuff, i always notice đ, i never know how to say thank you!!
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Didn't include everyone, but just know that i noticed you!!! đ
watch me get reported for harassment by all these people đ
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Could you do a NSFW alphabet for Theo Raeken x fem!reader?
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pairing: theo raeken (18+) x fem!reader
warnings: smut â NSFW alphabet
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A = Aftercare (what theyâre like after sex)
awh theo is very sweet and gentle
he'd help you clean up, if not do it entirely himself
he's sweet-talk you, whispering words of praises and affirmations
he'd ask if you were hungry and would make you something if you were
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partnerâs)
not meaning to be cheesy/cringy but every part of you
with sex, there's so much to do with every part of your body
he'd tie you up, kiss all way down your arms, ticking your skin
he kiss all over your stomach
love when your thighs shake
would love teasing your pussy and making you cum
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
oh my theo would love overstimulating you
to have you cum again and again and again for him
and with his permission would be such a godsend to him
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
Theo would have a thing for teasing you in public
he would love whispering all the things he'd love to do to you in public
and if you're ever in a sex toy store or lingerie store, he would just die omg
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what theyâre doing?)
i mean not a lot haah
i believe you're his first girlfriend so getting into kinks would take a while until you're both comfortable and they'd be introduced slowly
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
okay so theo would love having you on your stomach, where he's hovering over you and fucking you from behind
and his lips would trail over your spine
or he'd have you on your back when he's teasing you in foreplay lol
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
yes omg! having you laugh during such an intimate moment would be so soothing to him
especially when the sex is super rough and you're just giggling when you cum or when he teases you
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
groomed ahaha
theo is a person who cares about his appearance, despite not acting like it
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
seeing a smile on your face would mean so much to him when he's having sex with you
he'd always make sure that you're doing okay and would be so sweet when you need a break
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
not really actually
I mean he's got you around and sex with you is always super exciting so he doesn't feel like he has to
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
dom!!
i think theo is such a hot dom omg + would also think you're cute when you ride him and try to be dom
but i think he'd always break that 'dom character' to ask if you were okay
and he's very quick to notice if you're upset
would have a permission kink - like you would have to ask to cum
edging
would probably have a choking kink too
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
his truck
literally in every location of your apartment lol
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
what gets theo going are kind of polar opposides
you have one side when you're super bratty
and the other, where you're just gazing at him with so much love in your eyes
N = No (something they wouldnât do, turn offs)
consent-non-consent
there is nothing more hot and liberating than having your full consent to something he's doing or what you both want to try out
if it's not there, he doesn't bother
if there's any sign of you being uncomfortable, he will stop and ask if you're okay.
there might even have to be times when you've had to take a break bc it's too much (especially with overstim) - like theo would hate to see you cry bc you're in pain or it's too much
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
Since theo's a dom, he'd be more of a giver
bby boy would have you thighs, if not whole body shaking for him
he'd tease you so many times, ranging from kissing your folds, to licking everywhere but where you need him most
as for oral on him, he would still be in charge and have a thing for throat fucking (only if you were comfortable)
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
fast and rough baby
though don't get me wrong, having kinky sex isn't an always thing - sometimes you both need to take a break and just have slow sex
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
Im going to say no to this. I think theo really loves taking his time with you, edging you so many times before giving you a plethora of orgasms
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
Again, theo loves experimenting and finding out what you both like and don't like
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
I think it's less about stamina and more about how many times he can get you to cum sort of thing
there'd be times when he can get you up to about 5-6 orgasms: 1 = fingers teasing your clit, 2= fingering, 3= oral, 4= vibrator, 5/6 = fucking you
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
you know what? i think theo would love to try out a cock ring
like i wouldn't be surprised
we all know theo's a kinky little shit, so he'd have the whole ordeal - ranging from vibrators, dildos, cuffs (both arms and legs)
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
theo raeken is the definition of a tease
he loves edging you, getting you to that point of orgasm than pulling away
he'd love making your squirm, beg for him to let you cum
he can smell the arousal dripping off your body, wanting him so badly and he'd have the power to grant that or not
he would be such a tease during pack meetings or when you sat at your desk doing work
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
I think little grunts ya know
like not too loud or soft
definitely would be louder if he was talking to you & would sometimes do that through gritted teeth as he grunts lol
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
i've mentioned this before, but having sex in every room of your apartment (bonus if you both live together)
like I mean dragging you into the living room couch, then the kitchen bench, dining room table, against the wall of the corridor, even against your bedroom door
he'd certainly waste no time pushing you against everything
something about that domestic bliss - that you have the place to yourselves where no once else shares that space
X = X-ray (letâs see whatâs going on under those clothes)
i'd say he's above average lol
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
eh i'd say not too high but not too low
i think you both would have sex about 2-3 times a month (maybe more depends really)
but i think that's bc being a dom can be a little taxing on him
in the sense that he's doing things to you that he wouldn't do out of the context of sex - for example spanking
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Not that quick tbh
Iâd imagine him to be the type to go on his phone for a while after youâve fallen asleep
And just hold you
Sometimes though he can fall asleep pretty quickly
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NCT DREAM: s/o likes using expletives/sounds while doing mundane tasks
anon: âhello! Can i ask an nct dream reaction to their s/o making lil sounds. I have a habit of making sounds when moving, for example when i scoot over to someone iâll make a sound like âchukuchukuâ and when i jump off a couch iâll say âpong!â or âweee!â tysm!!â hi anon!!! so glad you decided to request! havenât written for nct dream for a hot minute so i hope itâs okay!!
i used a lot of laugh/laughter/smile in this one LOL SORRY ABOUT THAT ;; iâll put it under a cut bc itâs really long!
â MARKÂ honestly i think mark would just giggle. definitely. that manâs giggle machine never runs out wtf. anyway, without fail he usually breaks into giggles at the sounds that you make. when he becomes used to it, heâll just smile to himself and continues to do what heâs doing, knowing that you heard his noise of mild amusement. markâs made it clear that he loves it, but sometimes he laughs a lot that youâre conscious of it. when you do get insecure about it he doesnât hesitate to let you know that itâs one of his favourite quirks of you!!! i also can honestly see him taking inspiration from ur sounds to include as adlibs to his songs ngl LMAO.Â
âyo⊠can you say that again?â mark says enthusiastically, bringing in his portable recording mic so he could take down your unique sound. you roll your eyes with a smile, pushing out a few more sounds that mimicked the one before the click on mic goes off. your jaw drops, âyou didnât tell me you were already recording!â that prompted you to smack him, causing the endless fit of a laugh-fest you always caught yourself in when youâre with mark.
â RENJUNÂ fond smile fond smile fond smile!!! renjun loves it when you exclaim out when you leave the couch or have to manoeuvre around something to get somewhere. he likes showing affection to you no matter where you phrase you exclaim, although itâs not that showy. if you happen to do your sound at the dining table some of the members will know for sure that renjun will take your hand under the table or wear a lovesick smile that all of them know too well. renjun has the sweetest words for days too looooord, only if youâre alone tho and wants to know more about your habit and how it came to be??? if that make sense!
the familiar grasp of his hand doesnât faze you, shooting the man a sheepish smile over the table as you feel his thumb graze over your skin. ârenjun, bro, iâm happy for you and all, but i think they canât eat if their dominant hand is being held,â you hear haechan call out, making the table erupt into light laughter. renjun ignores him but fails to ignore the blush on his cheeks, threatening hyuck with a raised hand as a joke. he doesnât care about the others, though, when he sees the wide smile on your face and feels the squeeze of his hand in yours.
â JENOÂ you know how he like has that âhhmnnnmh?â sound. idk how to explain it but the thing that he always does whenever one of the dream members do or say some weird shit. yea heâd do that. the first few times were out of genuine confusion, but as jeno became more used to your sounds and exclamations, he hummed out mostly as a reply to it. the atmosphere would go silent a little as he stares at you with his big, deer-caught-in-the-headlight eyes, and he holds that stare with you for a good 15 seconds LOL. def challenges you by wiggling his head around and then ending up tackling you to the couch or bed. if youâre sitting at a table the most heâd do is to probably land a kiss on your face after teasing you. mans just looking for an excuse to kiss you tbh.
âhhm?â jeno perks up to look to you, head tilted at an angle as you move closer to him at the dining table. his feigned surprise expression switches into a smile as he inches closer to you, ignoring your protests until thereâs no more space left. jeno lets out a raspy laugh, lips coming into contact with your temple as the playful nature subsides.
â HAECHANÂ the first time you do it, he lets out a dramatic gasp: hand to his mouth, jaw dropped etc. heâs a drama mama but you brush it off with a shove to his shoulder. hyuck def matches your energy like jaemin does but itâs mostly at the expense of his usual whines and pouts. you do it one time and the man does it ten times over. in no time heâs already cuddled up way too close to you with an arm around your waist and his head snuggled into your neck. he loves it when you say your phrases bc then he can exclaim something on his part like âvery cute! but iâm cuter!â and youâd have to smack him or something. he dissolves into a fit of giggles along with the usual teasing, but other than that he likes communicate his fondness of your habit through physical touch.
moving around the project you had just bought wasnât difficult but you couldnât help the phrase that came naturally each time. âcan you make that sound too when youâre riding-â you donât waste any time to land a mild slap on his forearm, gaining a laugh from your boyfriend who casually stated it during your movie night. your glare speaks tons, but haechan doesnât care as heâs all smiles into your hair before continuing the movie. you, too, relax, knowing it was all fun banter that made your time with him all the more enjoyable.
â JAEMINÂ oh my god jaem would match your energy 100%, even if the energy isnât that high as he usually portrays himself in nct videos. with you, heâs a bit more reserved and kept to himself, but he likes it and you like it, too. when youâre moving past someone and make a noise he echoes you in the same manner you said it. and then the smile that comes after? omg 10/10!! beautiful smile!! jaemin just melts at your silly habit and the widest smile spreads across his face tbh. if youâre saying it while youâre alone with him i can see him just laughing and giggling at the words you manage to exclaim, cooing over how cute you are in his arms. jaem best boy
the ring of jaeminâs laughter fills your ears as your butt scoots closer to him, engaging him in the same fun sounds that you frequently make. jaemin repeats it in an exaggerated way, shooting you the biggest grin before pecking your forehead, âah⊠why are you so cute (y/n)âŠâ you easily nuzzle into his embrace, relishing in the warmth of his natural body heat and the arm around your waist.
â CHENLEÂ would counter your sound with a weird sound of his own. i know jaemin makes weird sounds but this man is on a whole other level PLSS. if youâre feeling playful you would reply and this feud of some sort would just continue until one of the other members ask you two to shut up, which would of course result in chenleâs recognisable dolphin laugh. even if youâre a little tired, i feel like the energy would still be up a little, so expect some prodding at your cheek or sides and kiss attacks from the mans. he would definitely coo, but not in the cheesy, cutesy way jaemin would. chenle has a more teasing and outgoing nature to him. itâs relentless and youâd have to stop him at some point but heâs making you laugh and having such a good time so you admire him instead.
the shrill sound fills your ears, responding to your phrase with one of his own. when you reply, he does it too, which prompts you to sigh in resignation at his endless energy. chenle catches on, but doesnât press on further, instead entertaining you by giving you endless pecks on your forehead, your nose, your cheeks, your lips. you name it. the laugh he had, now, was more muted, liking the way your sounds of mixed protest and joy meant the opposite, âhey stop! baobei, youâre messing up my hair!â
â JISUNG the poor boy would jump a little, but he finds himself being able to connect your actions to the sound you would make. i think the only time he would be really started was if you exclaimed a new phrase or if the action itself takes him off guard. like almost colliding with him in a hallway or popping up behind the fridge. jisung would have the littlest hint of a smile on his face, although he tries not to show it that much. i feel like he also would chuckle to himself quietly. he likes the quirk a lot that he finds himself thinking about it from time to time and even picking it up for fun one day. it felt so natural to do it that he just started to do it, too. maybe not as often as you do though! he usually cringes at it tho LMAO he doesnât know how you make it sound so endearing. his reaction would be also just be a moment of âomg that was so cute, i love them so muchâ
as you land on the sofa with a sound spilling from your lips, you donât miss jisungâs flinch at your appearance. âthat oneâs new,â his eyes are wide, but it eventually melts into a smile. he naturally leans back as he accepts the defeat shown on the television screen, but you donât miss a beat to snatch the controller from him, going ahead to play the game in his stead. as you curl up by his side, you quickly beat your boyfriend at the level as his arm curls around your torso cautiously. jisung can only smile in the moment, finding that it was reaching his ears when you tease him again about the easy level.
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summary;Â The occasional dark horse candidate among Barbie movie bingesâ Jungkook gets weirdly horny and fucks you to the tune of a classic Barbie movie soundtrack. warnings;Â 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;Â jk is an avid history channel viewer, jk hates Barbie movies ik we took an L today girls đ, jk goes thru like 4 personality changes (commanding > soft > mean > in love), honestly idk what to tag itâs a mess, heâs still cheesy and romantic but also đ 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 wonât say anything because despite how long youâve dated he still likes to pretend heâs 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.
âBaby, the toilet paper is this way,â 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.
âAh,â he mumbles as he shakes himself out of whatever trance he was in. âRight.â
The Target trip ends rather uneventfully; you grab all the items you came for and make the executive decision of swapping Jungkookâs tangerine bathroom soap with strawberry instead. Normally heâd 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.
âYou wanted it,â you announce rather pointedly in the car. Heâs 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 didnât return to the retrieval area. Heâs wearing that dark jumper you like, with the high collar that covers all of last nightâs 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. âI didnât,â he defends. âJust thought it was neat.â
You snort. âNeat. Okay, grandpa, did it tickle your pickle?â you tease, obnoxiously leaning over the center console to get all in his face. Jungkook greets your proximity with a palm against your forehead.
âPlease donât ever say that again,â 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. âOnly want you to tickle my pickle.â
You gag. âThatâs actually disgusting.â
ââ
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 sheâs in tears, and not even her mom, whoâs come to help out, can quell her emotions. The girl cries and cries. She cries throughout the clean up, like she hadnât spent the week before cursing the funky aircon system to hell and back. Itâs probably the nostalgia that comes with leaving college, you assume. When Jungkook picks you up around noon, even your eyes are glassy.
Jungkookâs 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 wouldâve 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 itâs 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 didnât 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 teeâs a little too plain to cost as much as they did. But even those outfits had a specific Jungkook rhythm to themâ 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 heâd 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 hadnât 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 Jungkookâs swanky townhouse with all your garbage bags of items. You promise her itâs just for the weekend, until your parents clean out your old room that theyâve filled to the brim with holiday decorations and miscellaneous objects. Youâre 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 itâs mounted, glossy black screen glaring back at you. Even his mom scolds him for such a huge screen, and you wonder how sheâd 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 mommaâs boy he is makes you giggle.
She leaves a little after sunset, kissing and hugging the both of you on the doorstep like sheâs going off to war and will never return. Sheâll be back by the weekend, desperate to check on her baby boy, but you let her have her moment. Itâs weird seeing how dramatic the Jeons are compared to how reserved Jungkook is.
You pounce on him the second sheâs 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 Jungkookâs mom had been watching cuts to commercials and a loud advertisement for irritable bowel syndrome medication begins playing.
âOh, that is so not sexy,â you whine childishly, trying to roll your hips over him again. Jungkook laughs, all low and sweet as he sits back up again.
âGive it a rest,â he says, shifting you until heâs 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. âCome on,â he mumbles as he manhandles you around, until your back is pressed against his chest and youâre sitting between his legs. âLetâs watch this film on Mesopotamian folklore and its overall significance to the nations it birthed after its downfall.â
ââ
You rarely use the key Jungkook gifted you a few months back. The majority of your visits to Jungkookâs 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 youâre alone, juggling two boxes of takeout and some cheap wine in one hand as you fight to unlock his door. He hadnât answered his phone, which leads you to believe heâs 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, itâs 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 isnât 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. Thereâs 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. Itâs a monstrosity of a screen, devouring nearly the entire surface of the wall, from stainless end to stainless end. Itâs ridiculously thin in the way all modern TVs are, but this one is even more so given the fact you hadnât registered it in your peripheral when you walked in. Itâs 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.
âJungkook?â you call out slowly, inching back out into the hall with your gaze glued to the screen. Like maybe youâve imagined this all and that isnât the stupidly gigantic television screen Jungkook had gawked at just a few weeks ago.
Thereâs 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 boyfriendâs hunched back and the blue light from his monitors that highlights his frame. âHi, sweetie,â you begin, inching over to him.
âHi,â 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. âCanât figure this out,â he says, tapping his stylus against one line of absolute nerd gibberish you donât 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.
âSounds like break time to me!â Your proclamation makes him frown, a frustrated groan pulling itself from his lips. His head droops forward again, chin touching his chest. But thereâs a hint of relief in his groan that tells you all you need to know. âBaby needs a break,â you smile, pressing a peck against the back of his head.
âYouâre baby,â he tries to fight, but his limbs are so pliant under your touch that it practically means nothing. âIâm the head honcho around here.â
âUh huh,â you appease him, finally managing to tug all that muscled body out of his seat. âAnd apparently that means making dumb purchases.â
âWhat dumb purchases? Are you talking about the cactus again?â he asks, letting you guide him back down the hall.
âYes, Kook, the cactus you havenât watered in three months,â you drawl sarcastically, the sad plant sitting in the kitchen a reminder of both your incompetence. âNamjoon would hate you for that.â
Not amused by the insinuation of his favorite senpai being disappointed in him, Jungkook goes to fight you on that. By then youâve stopped at the entrance of the living room, glaring at the straight up theater screen that sits on the wall. âOh.â
âYeah, oh,â you mimic, flopping down on the ground beside the coffee table. Jungkook doesnât follow, choosing to sprawl himself over the couch instead. âWhatâs with the Jumbotron?â
He stretches his arms out, moaning something sinful at the way his bones pop. âIt adds to the experience,â he says. âMovies are more enjoyable when the pictures are bigger; a tall aspect ratio and stadium seating really add to the experience.â He was such a nerd.
You snort. âThe experienceâ Oh, Iâm sorry. Didnât know I was speaking to Mr. IMAX here.â
His cheeks flush a soft pink at your jab. âDonât be mean,â he mumbles, tugging on your arm as he sits back up. You find your way onto his lap, neatly seated over one thigh like heâs the Santa Claus at the mall; not a single gray hair in sight but youâd still let him call you his hoe, hoe, hoe. Realizing thereâs more important matters to attend to than Jungkookâs Christmas ham, you shake those images away.
âGood thing I brought a movie,â you beam, gesturing to the pretty pink case resting over top the takeout bag.
Jungkook doesnât even spare it a single glance as he burrows into your neck. âWhat? No, weâre finishing the docuseries onââ
You groan loudly to muffle the rest of his sentence. âKook, I donât wanna watch another episode on Stonehenge being done by aliens,â you whine, picking up the movie case to brandish in his face.
Itâs admittedly the wrong move when Jungkookâs eyes roll themselves into another dimension. âAbsolutely not,â 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 youâre evil and determined. âNo! We are watching the Princess and the Pauper and thatâs final,â 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. âBabe!â you cry, but his fingerprints are bruising their way into your skin.
âNo more Barbie movies,â 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. âPlease.â
âI hate you,â you fuss, pointedly ignoring the tiny mole beneath his lip that drove you crazy. âWeâve seen every single thing on the History Channel this week, but we canât watch one Barbie movie?â
Jungkook sighs, dropping his head down against your shoulder. He smells good and feels even better over you, but youâre not going to stop until the Princess and the Pauper is breaking in the new Jumbotron. âItâs weird,â he huffs, voice muffled against the fabric of your shirt. âEspecially when we start getting⊠experimental, and I have to listen to Barbie sing in the background.â
âFirst of all, her name is Annaleise in this movie,â you correct, squirming beneath him to no avail. âSecondly, how do you think I feel when youâre eating me out while some old British dude narrates the creation of the Hanging Gardens of Babylon?â
Jungkook scoffs, finally letting himself snuggle completely into you. âYou donât even realize it because youâre screaming the whole way through.â That earns him a sharp tug at his ear that has him sputtering apology after apology.
âItâs boring!â you feel the need to emphasize.
Jungkook sits up with an uppity look on his face. âItâs not my fault you donât appreciate the cinematography that comes from educational pieces,â he points out, rather presumptuously.
You shove him off of you. âI donât care about cinnamon topography, just play the damn Barbie movie,â 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 doesnât move, and youâre 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 Jungkookâs massive streaming service provider collection. After a moment of brewing in his feels, Jungkook quietly announces, âitâs on Amazon Prime.â 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, itâs not close enough, and you throw your legs over his thigh. Youâre 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 DVDâs back in the day. Jungkook scrambles to lower the volume. âSweetheart, youâre cutting off my circulation,â he wheezes afterwards.
âWhat? This is how we always watch movies,â you say with a frown.
âYes, and I always end up with less oxygen than before.â
He doesnât 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 boyfriendâs ripped body awoke some ancient being inside of you that would not rest until his cock was halfway down your throâ
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. âI hate this,â you huff, but the movie is already starting, the beautiful blonde Anneliese appearing on screen. You lean back against his chest, pout still evident. âThis is ridiculous,â you snort, her face blown up on this jumbo screen.
âShut up,â he says, settling in behind you. âMovieâs starting.â
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 heâd gone soft from your early battle, youâre 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. Thereâs 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 youâre half convinced heâs 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 bingesâ Jungkook gets weirdly horny and fucks you to the tune of a classic Barbie movie soundtrack.
âAbsolutely not,â 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. âWeâre supposed to be breaking in your new screen,â you remind him, glancing up to catch his unimpressed expression.
He complains quietly, but he settles.
For all of twenty seconds.
âOh my god,â you sigh, trying to act like the subtle rutting of his cock on your behind was a nuisance and not the luxury it is. âBabe, the jumbo screen⊠look at it.â
âNot even jumbo,â 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 youâve 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. âJumbo didnât fit.â
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, youâd very much appreciate it if he could make you cum before the two girls perform the iconic âI Am a Girl Like Youâ 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. âI know something jumbo that fits,â 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. âCan fit in two places, actually,â you murmur when he pulls away. Â His fingers massage the doughy skin of your boobs causing your back to arch slightly. âWherever he wants it to.â
âReally,â Jungkook teases, obviously entertained by your silly dirty talk. Heâs 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. Heâs 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 doesnât 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.)
âWhere do you think it should go?â 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. âWh-Wherever,â you pant, reaching your own hands down back between your thighs. The phantom of his palms linger, making your hands feel sorely inadequate. âWherever Daddy wants,â you purr, swallowing harshly when he twists a nipple.
Jungkook groans, resting his forehead against your shoulder. âDonât,â 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.
âWhy?â you laugh, pointer finger brushing along your clit. âDonât like it when I call you that, Daddy?â
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. Youâre absolutely soaking your panties, sticky arousal making the fabric stick to your folds. âYou know I do,â he murmurs, watching the outline of your knuckles through the fabric of your shorts. âThought you wanted to play nice today.â 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 youâre 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. âOpen, Daddy,â 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. âDo I taste good? Do you like it?â
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 sexâ 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 shouldâve 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. Jungkookâs 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. âYou know I love it, baby,â he growls against your ear. His hot breath fans over your skin, sending shivers down your spine. âHave you had your fun now?â he asks, tracing the pads of his fingers around your nipple teasingly.
âMhm,â you moan. Jungkookâs hands decide theyâre done toying with your tits, drifting back down to their original target between your shorts. âWant Daddy to fuck me now.â
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. âIs that the right way to ask for something?â he purrs, rubbing your cunt over your shorts.
Itâs 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 youâre a bumbling virgin being touched for the first time. Youâre nowhere near that, but every time with Jungkook was exhilarating enough to the point it felt like it was.
âPretty please,â you pant, covering his hand with yours.
Jungkook rewards you with a fluttery kiss against your shoulder. âGood girl,â 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.
âInside please,â 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. âJungkookââ
A slap against your cunt that makes you squeal. âAh ah,â 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. âWeâre playing a different game right now, pretty girl.â
On screen, your favorite childhood movie is bearing witness to the sinful acts at your boyfriendâs hands. It shouldnât 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 Cupidâs 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. Jungkookâs 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 itâs 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. âYes, Daddy,â you mewl accordingly.
Pleased with your obedience, he rewards you by circling your throbbing clit with his thumb. Itâs 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. âSit still,â he growls.
You whimper. âNeed more,â 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.
âNo âpleaseâ?â he huffs, turning your head to meet his eyes.
Dark chocolate eyes youâve come to associate with love and adoration stare back at you unimpressed. His pronounced brow bone twitches, like heâs 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. Itâs messy, his tongue licking into your mouth like youâre 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, heâs 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, âon your knees.â
Your heart falls out of your chest. âHuh?â you whisper hoarsely, wide eyes taking in his unimpressed expression. âKnees? But Daddy,â you whine, lower lip quivering as you glance down at the hardwood floor.
Anywhere else you wouldnât have minded. In fact, anywhere else you wouldâve 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. âO-On the floor?â 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 didnât 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. âIs there a problem?â 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. âNo,â 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. Youâre tempted to just yank it down even more, hide beneath the cloth so he doesnât 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. Youâve thought about it about ten times tonight, but it was true. Despite all that, there were times his mature exterior made you feel smallâ 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. âYou know,â he hums, reaching out to trail his knuckles across your cheekbone. âI kinda like having you like this,â he admits, âbelow me like the good little girl you are.â
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. âKeep me entertained, will you?â You gawk, but you know itâs 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 doesnât 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 cockâ the same jumbo cock you had referred to earlier âand 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. âDo you mind?â he says scornfully. âIâm trying to watch a movie.â
âS-Sorry,â you stammer, quickly grasping his cock between your fist.
But apparently youâre doing everything wrong tonight. Jungkook hisses. âShitâ would it kill you to lick it first? Like youâre trying to start a damn fire on my cock,â 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, itâs even more delayed, fingers hesitantly tightening around his swollen member. Youâre trying to gauge his reaction, worried eyes flickering up to him every few seconds. Jungkook doesnât 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. Youâre weirdly anxious youâll mess up for him, make him look at you with contempt. You suppose itâs because of the game youâre playing that youâre on edge. Usually, Jungkook adheres to your rules, soft as they may be, and he never pushes where you donât want. Tonight, itâs like youâre 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.
Itâll haunt you for weeks. The image of such unimpressed eyes leveled your way because you couldnât handle his dick will stain the insides of your eyelids. Even though heâll brush it off, kiss you and tell you itâs 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, youâre terribly desperate to impress him. He was your other half, your lover, your sweetheart, your goddamn king; he deserved only the bestâ not some half-assed, scaredy-cat blowjob that would leave him reeling back afterwards.
With that belief and a sticky blob of spit later, youâre pushing him into your throat. Itâs the first reaction you get since heâd 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. âThatâs it,â he pants, carding his fingers through your hair. âGood girl.â
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 heâll 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, youâre ten chapters deep into an erotic novel all about sucking Jungkookâs dick. If your eyes werenât already shut youâre certain theyâd 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 doesnât, and when Jungkook finally bursts in your mouth, creamy cum splattering against your tongue and lips, it only grows.
âFuck,â 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, youâd 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 youâre okay. He presses his mouth to yours, plush lips soothing over your raw lips. Itâs 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. âSo perfect for me, pretty girl,â 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 heâs 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.
âYum,â you whisper, hands reaching up to trail over his v-line. Theyâre 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. âDid I say you could touch?â 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. âHow do you want it, pretty?â 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. âHowever you want,â 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. âHm,â he hums, taking a tiny sliver of skin between his teeth. âAnd if I said I wanted it hard?â
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. âTh-Thatâs fine,â 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 itâs 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. âArenât you the prettiest little thing.â He pushes away from you with one strong arm, looking down at you with an unreadable expression on his face. âWatch the movie,â he says.
You blink. âHuh?â
Before you know it, heâs 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. âKook!â 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. âWhaââ
Two hands grab onto your biceps, tugging you up forcefully until your back arches, leaving you bent at a ninety degree angle before him. âLook, sweetheart,â 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. âItâs your favorite movie.â
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 Jungkookâs true intensity for the first time. âIt is,â you quietly confirm, back aching from the position.
Jungkook either doesnât 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. âTell me what itâs about,â he says
Just as the words leave his mouth, something hard and wet prods against your folds. âOh,â you cry, fists tightening into balls as the feeling overwhelms you. âJungkook, please.â
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.
âCâmon, pretty, thought you knew better,â he sighs playfully.
âIâm sorry,â 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. âIâm sorry, Daddy,â you repeat.
Jungkook chuckles, and your heart backflips when he finally begins lining himself up. âItâs okay,â he assures you, in that same gentle tone he uses when you accidentally shove the wrong food down the sink disposal. âBabyâs still learning,â 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. Thereâs 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. Itâs 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. âFuck,â 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. âLanguage,â Jungkook reprimands, though his voice is strained and light.
You nod mindlessly, toes curling against the wooden floor. âIt-It feels so good,â you whine. Your knees wobble dangerously beneath you, until youâre swaying just the slightest bit.
He gives until thereâs nothing left, the soft hairs around his dick tickling your lips as he reaches the hilt. âThere we go,â 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. âThatâs my girl.â
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 Jungkookâs looming figure being distorted by your brainâs memory, his touches wild and unpredictable, that made something inside of you twitch.
âOhhh,â 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. âPlease, Daddy,â you beg, mouth feeling a thousand times heavier.
âThe movie,â he repeats, slowly beginning to pull away from your clenching heat. You moan. âTell me what itâs about,â he husks, punctuating his seemingly innocent statement with a harsh snap of his hips.
You wail, stumbling forward at the intensity. Still, itâs 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. âI-I donât know,â 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. âYou donât know?â 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. âFffuck,â you gasp, eyes rolling to the back of your head as he continues ramming his cock into your pulsing hole. Youâre 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.
âCâmon,â he huffs, twisting your arms painfully behind your back. âWhat did we say about that dirty mouth?â His question is followed with a snap of his hips that makes you choke on your spit. âNeed you to be good for me, baby,â he groans.
âI-I am good,â 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 heâd been too lenient on you up until now, and that final claim makes him snap. Jungkook scoffs, ramming his dick inside of you. âYouâre being fucking terrible right now, doll,â he admits, hammering into you like a crazed man. You sob, the coil in your belly tightening with every brutal shove of his cock. Itâs something about the way his composure withers away, all sweetness melting off as he thrusts into your cunt. âIâve asked you twice now what the damn movie was about, and you didnât answer either time.â
A hand clamps around your throat suddenly, yanking you up right until his breath fans across your ear. Youâre not sure when your eyes had become so teary, but the images flickering across the screen are a foggy mess you couldnât decipher even if you tried. â__,â he rasps against your ear, his voice scratchy. âTell me. Now.â
You whimper as he shoves his way back inside, the angry head of his cock testing you. âT-Two girls, oneâs a princess,â you cry, knees wobbling as the feeling in your core grows. âThey look alike, and-andâŠâ
âAnd?â 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.
âA-And they have problems they wanna avoid,â you stammer, the plot slipping in and out of your mind with every roll of his cock into your core. âSo-so they swap places.â
Behind you, Jungkook snorts. âWhat a stupid fucking movie,â he says meanly, before he begins to piston his cock into you. Youâre 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. âNo, no,â you wail, your entire body twitching as the orgasm rolls over you. âKookâ Jungkook!â
âIâve got you,â 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.
âIâm sorry,â you whimper, faintly aware of the rock hard cock between your pulsing walls, probably drenched in your cum now. âI-I didnâtââ
He shushes you quickly, settling the two of you back onto the couch. Funnily enough, he doesnât bother pulling you off of him, his dick snug inside your cunt as he seats you on his lap. âYouâre alright, sweetheart,â 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. âWatch your movie,â he croons.
The Princess and the Pauper is literally the last thing on your mind right now; didnât 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. âThe screen, baby,â he says, and you want to argue that you canât possibly enjoy a movie with him being so sneaky beneath you. The words get washed away when he presses down on your clit.
âKooâ Daddy,â 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.
âNo more of that,â 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. âJust your Kook now.â
âMy⊠Kook,â 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.
âMhmm,â he groans, jostling you over his lap with no rhythm whatsoever. âYours, baby.â You stretch your hands back, carding one set of fingers through the hair above his ear, pushing the strands away from his face. âJust like youâre mine.â
Something inside of you tightens painfully, and youâre not sure if itâs your heart or your pussy. You guess itâs both, as you stutter out, ây-your pretty girl?â 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 youâre both basking in a post-orgasmic make-out, you realize how sweaty and icky you are. âUgh, this is gross,â 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.
âYouâre gross,â he retorts softly, blinking in that slow, drawn out way he does when you know heâs sleepy. His t-shirt runs along your neck, collecting the sweat there.
You nudge him with your foot. âIâm not the one who wanted to fuck during a Barbie movie,â you scoff, pinching the skin on his forearm when his gaze lingers a second too long on your creamy pussy. âLook somewhere else, weirdo.â
Jungkook laughs quietly, looking at you with an adoring expression on his face. He doesnât even finish cleaning you off, tossing the soiled shirt somewhere off to the side in favor of cuddling into you. âWhere? My Jumbotron?â he teases, raining down a parade of kisses against your face. âDon't wanna,â he smiles, too soft and boyish for the words that leave his lips next. âWanna lick your pretty pussy clean.â
âJeon Jungkook,â you scold, covering your face with your palms in embarrassment. âLook at your stupid IMAX screen and leave me alone.â
He cackles loudly now, in that evil witch way it took him a while to show you, and you know heâs got that big silly grin on his face now. . âThe IMAX screen? The same one that made you,â a pause, âclimax?â
âGet off of me.â
ââ
Just as you predicted, Jungkookâs 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 youâre supposed to chop up for dinner later.
What youâre 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.
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Bullshit
Steve Harrington x reader
Word Count: 1.3kÂ
Warnings: insecurity on both the reader and Steves side, fightingÂ
Authorâs Note: <3 steve harrington i love youuuuu <3 I hope you all enjoy me feeling guilty for writing him feeling badÂ
Requested: by anon, Heyy if it's ok for me to request, i was thinking of something like: Reader is the wheeler's middle child and steve and her are in a relationship. They end up getting into a fight and she says "it's bullshit" and steve gets scared thinking she's going to break up with him the same way nancy did. When she notices she reassures him saying she loves him or something like that. Thanks! Sorry if it doesn't make much sense, english is not my first language, i tried lol (It's okay if you don't feel like writing it. Hope you're having a lovely day/night đ)
Summary: the requestÂ
I donât own these characters. They belong to author/director/creator
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Steve didnât think that you were going to say yes to going on a date with him. To be honest, he said it as a joke but then you accepted which made his heart skip a beat. To be fair, he had said it while he was at half time of a basketball game and neither of you got a ton of time to talk about it but you kissed him so he assumed you were serious.
You trotted down the stairs and tried to go through the front door without anyone noticing.Â
âWhere are you going?â Nancy asked. She was standing in the kitchen, helping your mom set up the table. You took a deep breath.
âOut.âÂ
âOut where?â You glanced at the door and Steve honked outside. You let out a sigh and gestured to where the sound had come from.
âWith Steve. Weâre going to go and get some dinner.â
âYou need to tell mom.â
âCome on Nance, I donât need to tell mom.â Nancy didnât love that you were dating Steve. She was completely over him but she still thought it was weird. She had never even really loved Steve, she had just wanted to fit in somewhere and he made her fit in. But it was weird that he wanted to date you now. She worried about you and your feelings because you were clearly head over heels for him.Â
The horn honked again and when she was looking out the window you slipped out the door. You waved at him and ran up to the car as you slid into the passenger seat. You turned to him and was about to say something when you noticed his gaze was looking behind you. You turned your head to follow his look and noticed that he was looking at Nancy, who was pretending she wasnât looking out the window at you.Â
Suddenly you had a wave of insecurity. You looked down at your lap and then back up at him. He started the car. You let out a small sigh and he finally broke his gaze from your sister.Â
âHey princess, whatâs up with you?â he asked. You didnât want to start a fight but you almost felt that it was necessary. You shrugged.
âIâm alright, how are you?â He noticed your tone being off as soon as you started to speak. He swallowed hard. The two of you rarely fought so when you were being off like this he knew that it was a serious feeling.
âWhatâs wrong?âÂ
You shook your head, wondering if you even wanted to bring it up. But you had always wondered. If he looked at you and just saw Nancy. If he saw her in the things that you did, if that was his whole reason for dating you. Realistically you knew that wasnât true but sometimes it nagged at you when you were with him. She was so gorgeous, did you even compare?Â
Steve started to drive so that he wouldnât be in front of your house. He wasnât sure where he was driving, the two of you hadnât decided where you were going for lunch yet.Â
âI donât...itâs whatever Steve letâs just go to lunch.â
âNo, what is it?â
âItâs nothing.â
âCome on, you can tell me.â
âI donât-â
âY/N come o-â
âDo you still like Nancy?â Silence engulfed the car as he was stunned by your question. He had feelings for you that he never felt for Nancy. The thought hadnât even crossed his mind.Â
âNo I donât.âÂ
âI feel like youâre just dating me to get to her. Or maybe you see her in me. I donât feel like you love me for me,â you told him. He shook his head aggressively and pulled over on the side of the road. You happened to be in front of a diner that you would likely get lunch at if you hadnât started to talk.
âI...I donât like Nancy like that anymore,â he said but even he could tell that it probably didnât sound convincing. You gave him a look.
âCome on Steve, you could just be honest. I just want to know.â
âI donât think I like Nancy like that.â
âThink?â You looked clearly hurt to hear him say that and he instantly regretted it. âGod this is all bullshit,â you muttered. You werenât looking at him but in that second his stomach dropped. That was what he had heard Nancy say before she broke up with him. He didnât want to break up with you. He didnât want you to break up with him. He couldnât let that happen, he loved you too much.Â
When you looked back up at him you saw his broken face.Â
âWhat?â you asked. Your voice was probably more annoyed than you had intended it to be.Â
He wasnât sure what to say. Should he bring up Nancy? Did you even know that was how they broke it off?Â
âI love you. I love you more than I ever loved Nancy and I love you because youâre you, not because youâre her sibling,â he promised. He grabbed your hand and completely turned to you, unbuckling the seatbelt. âI donât want us to break up.âÂ
You let out a sigh and eased up a bit.Â
âWe arenât going to break up.â He let out a clear sigh of relief.Â
âGood,â he breathed. You smiled softly and he leaned over the car to hug you tightly. It was awkward and uncomfortable but you breathed each other in and felt the adoration for each other.Â
âI love you. Iâm sorry I brought it up,â you whispered.Â
âI love you too. Iâm glad you did. You can always talk to me,â he promised, moving away from you so he could see your face. He meant it. You felt at ease again.Â
âYou can always talk to me too,â you told him. He nodded happily and then sat back down comfortably in his chair and gestured to the diner.
âLunch? My treat,â he said. You nodded happily and opened the car door.
âLetâs share a milkshake. For cheesy sake,â you suggested. He laughed a bit and looked at you from above the car roof.Â
âOnly if we get two straws and make everyone jealous of us.âÂ
âOh well of course, thereâs no other way.â
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truth or drink â friends with benefits edition
warning: not proofread; alcohol/drinking; mentions of sex and threesome.
genre: angst if u rly squint; fluff; slight suggestive
a/n: reblogs and feedback are appreciated! i had this idea yesterday when was about to sleep lol. i kinda rushed into this as well..? i wanted to post something writing related here hhh
atsumu: iâm atsumu
y/n: and i'm (y/n)
together: weâre friends with benefits!
the two of you laughed before looking at the director to ask if you can drink before the game starts.
y/n: can we? i feel terribly nervous about this.
âgo ahead.â
you raised your shot glass as atsumu raised his, clanking it together before drinking the whiskey.
âhow did you two meet each other?â
y/n: college. it was our first year and we both had the same class. we never really... conversed that much before unless itâs school-related.
atsumu: she was always present at my club mateâs parties, iâm gonna be honest here, i never really took her as a partygoer until i saw her dancing shamelessly with her friends. nothing indecent, it was actually funny because she doesnât have any moves.
y/n: hey-!
seeing your reaction, atsumu let out a laugh causing you to pout at him.
âhow long have you been friends with benefits?â
atsumu: almost 2 years now. started when we were in our last year of college.
atsumu: you ready for the first question?
he glanced at you for your approval before grabbing a card from a container.
atsumu: what should we call our relationship?
y/n: like i- we said, weâre friends with benefits!
atsumu only laughed at your answer.
y/n: rate my- oh wow, this early in the game?
you looked at the stage crew then to atsumu who seems to be clueless at the current situation
atsumu: go on, rate your what?
you shook your head, trying not to cringe at the question that youâre going to ask out loud.
y/n: rate my performance in bed...
atsumu stared at you for a millisecond, processing the question in his mind. then, with a smirk on his face, he folded his arms and looked at the camera.
atsumu: oh thatâs easy. sheâs an 11â 11/10. i wanna say a bigger number but it might sound cheesy.
y/n: when was the last time youâve slept with a person thatâs not me?
atsumu: 3 years ago, at sunaâs party.
y/n: that was before we had... this relationship. Youâve never really slept with anyone else recently? or last year?
atsumu shook his head, smiling at you.
atsumu: you?
y/n: well i don't think i did. unless i was too drunk to remember â hopefully that didnât happen.
atsumu: as far as i know, it didnât.
y/n: oh, well, thank God.
atsumu grabs a card and his eyebrows perked up at the question heâs now going to ask
atsumu: oh~ this is an interesting question.
y/n: youâre making me nervous, tsum.
he looks at you, a smirk formed on his face as he read the question outloud.
atsumu: have you ever thought about having a threesome with me and a friend?
now it was your turn to get flustered, you held up your palms and covered your face to it, contemplating if youâre going to drink to it or not.
y/n: well, iâd be lying if i said i havenât.
atsumu: really? with who?
y/n: yeah. but to answer your second question, iâm going to drink to that.
atsumu leaned back on his chair, groaning at your answer. he makes a mental note to pester you about it later.
y/n: now it's my turn to ask a spicy question.
atsumu: ask it away, âm not afraid to answer âem.
y/n: yeah you never drank to a question.
y/n: anyway, name your favorite and least favorite place we had sex in.
atsumu: hmm, my favorite would be the kitchen counter. but my least favorite...
he dragged out the last word, shaking his head at the same time.
atsumu: i canât believe iâm going to do this...
atsumu takes the shot glass beside him, drinking the whiskey in one go.
y/n: hey, if it makes you feel better i wouldnât answer that too!
when atsumu picked the top card, he let out a sigh as he mentally read the question.
atsumu: are you afraid of commitment?
y/n: you know full well iâm not.
you gave him a soft smile.
âhow about you atsumu?â
atsumu: ... before, yes. i was afraid of commitment, like really afraid of it. but now... iâve been thinking about it and maybe it doesnât sound so bad.
atsumu let out a quiet chuckle, avoiding your eyes.
y/n: this is why 2 of his exes left him.
atsumu: hey now, those are all in the past!
y/n: after a few months of being friends with benefits with him, i asked him a question - only out of curiosity. i asked him if we could be... something more and he said that he doesnât see us being âsomething more.â itâs understandable, honestly, considering the relationship weâre in.
you smiled at the card in front of you before looking at atsumu.
y/n: do you think i love you?
atsumu: i do. in fact, iâve known for a while, not to sound too cheesy but i can see it through your eyes. it shines differently than when we started.
a small gasp came out of you before mumbling a âhow?â to yourself.
âwhat about you (y/n)? do you think atsumu loves you?â
the way youâre playing with your fingers as a sign of nervousness didnât go unnoticed by atsumu.
y/n: iâm not sure, to be honest. sometimes, i feel like he loves me and wants us to be âsomething more.â but when i think about that, i also think about what he said a year ago. i donât know..! he makes me confused.
you covered yourself with a laugh, hoping you werenât assuming the wrong things.
a woman from backstage handed you two cards, one for each of you.
y/n: this is the last question right?
the woman nodded at you before leaving the set. you gestured atsumu to go first, his mind preparing for whatâs about to be asked and answered. he took a short breath before flipping the card to read the question
atsumu: do you love me?
y/n: now that the catâs out of the bag... yes, i love you.
atsumu: okay... your turn.
the set was still, the two of you talking to each other almost in whispers. as you flipped your card, you suddenly felt like your stomach was filled with butterflies.
you bit your lip in agitation before looking at atsumu.
y/n: itâsâ itâs the same question.
atsumu positioned himself properly, both arms on the table. he exhaled as he gazed at you longingly.
atsumu: if you think i donât... then youâre wrong. i love you too. probably more than how i think i do.
extra:
y/n: did you just ask me out? in a video?
atsumu: i guess so. i can ask you out again later if you want.
you both let out a hearty laugh causing the stage crew to laugh with you.
y/n: iâm gonna come over later and weâre gonna talk about this properly.
atsumu: come over? just live with me, most of your clothes are there anyway.
y/n: are you now asking me to move in with you..?!
#â hq!!#miya atsumu#miya atsumu x reader#atsumu x reader#haikyuu fluff#haikyuu scenarios#haikyuu headcanons#haikyuu x reader
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weâre just like kevin bacon!
prompt: for @bricksatanakinswindowâ âs halloween writing challenge! this was initially inspired by "mortal enemies accidentally showing up in matching costumes every fucking year" but once i started writing it kind of snowballed from there and i ended up with this lmao
ship: jj maybank x fem!reader
word count: 4.6k+ (i think this is the shortest thing iâve ever written lol)
warnings n stuff: childhood enemies to lovers, swearing, mention of underage drinking, halloween shenanigans, makin' out, smut (not too explicit but i still think it's spicy enough to need an 18+ warning), jj and the reader being cute lil nerds and quoting movies back and forth, the author blatantly using some of her personal favorite movies/shows as inspiration for costumes, the author also making her opinions on ghostbusters clear (instead of the human trash can peter venkman, stan the adorable dork known as ray stantz for clear skin)
a/n: this was hella fun to write and i already have so many more halloween fic ideas bouncing around in my head (it's spoopy season, y'all!). title of this fic comes from guardians of the galaxy đ
Of three things in life you were certain.
One, you loved Halloween more than any other holiday of the year; after all, you and your twin brother Mason were born just after one AM on October 31st so you could say a penchant for all things spooky was in your blood.
Two, Sarah Cameron was your best friend. Being neighbors your whole lives, the two of you were thick as thieves and spent almost every day together, much to the annoyance of both your brother and hers; as much as you loved Mason, sometimes you wished Sarah was your twin instead of him and you knew without question the blonde girl would trade Rafe for you in a heartbeat (with little to no guilt, in fact.).Â
And three, you absolutely hated JJ Maybank. You'd been at the top of each other's shit lists ever since you were both six years old, when he made fun of you for the stutter you'd had back then and you dumped a full milkshake over his head as payback, and even as time passed and you grew out of your stutter, your disdain for the blond pogue only grew stronger. He was infuriating, plain and simple, and the mere mention of his name made steam come out of your ears.Â
The boy was just good at being annoying and seemed to love pushing everyone's buttons, yours especially, and always found ways to get under your skin without fail every single time your paths crossed (which was way too often for your liking, but running in the same friend group made it hard to avoid each other). It became an unspoken thing, the great Y/L/N-Maybank feud, with both of you trying your hardest to piss the other off until one of your mutual friends or your brother broke it up and pulled you to opposite corners of the metaphorical ring to take a breather before the next round.
You'd never admit it but deep down you kind of liked it. You liked being at the center of his attention (granted, it was antagonistic in nature but it was attention all the same), his bright blue eyes following your every move whenever you were within his sights and you liked that you were in his thoughts even when you weren't around, a fact proven to you by the tiny notebook Kiara carried around in her pocket recording how many times he mentioned your name. Knowing you lived rent free in his mind brought you an embarrassingly high level of satisfaction that you'd absolutely deny feeling if anyone ever asked, just as you'd deny the fact that he lived rent free in your mind, too.
...At least for most of the year. Everyone, including JJ, knew that to you Halloween was a damn-near sacred time. He knew never to mess with you during the weeks leading up to the holiday and definitely never on the day itself, lest he want yet another milkshake dumped over his blond head. He knew that, the whole damn island knew he did and yet...somehow, some way, he managed to get your blood boiling every. single. year. And you, like a masochistic idiot, let him.Â
It all started when you were twelve.
You, Mason, and your friends were finally old enough to go to the annual youth party held on the sprawling lawn of the Island Club, an event you'd been looking forward to attending every Halloween since you were eight. Of course, you were excited for the dancing and games and food but the thing you couldn't wait the most for was the costume contest, a chance to show off your skills and prove to everyone on the island that Y/N Y/L/N was the undisputed queen of Halloween.
So what if your hopes were a little too high (considering you were only twelve and going up against kids ranging from your age to fifteen), you were still gonna give it your all; you spent weeks perfecting not only your costume but your brother's as well with your mom, helping her cut fabric and sew zippers, styling wigs and painting props until everything was perfect.Â
"Oh my God, Y/N!" Sarah, dressed as Cinderella, yelled from the passenger seat of her dad's SUV when they swung by to pick you up. "You look amazing!"
"So do you!" You said, slipping into the back seat in between a miserable-looking Rafe as Sarah Sanderson ("I lost a bet," he explained with a scowl) and Mason, holding your mini R2-D2 on your lap. Was it kind of cheesy, dressing up as the most iconic twins in movie history? Probably, but you really didn't care because Leia Organa was a total boss bitch and Mason was practically over the moon that he got to be his ultimate silver screen hero and swing around his very own lightsaber as Luke Skywalker.
"The Force is strong with you two." Ward joked, earning an eye roll from both of his children as he drove to the Island Club to drop you off. Rafe immediately disappeared into the crowd to meet up with Topper and Kelce and the three of you went off to find your own friends, skirting around the edge of the party toward the snack tables, also known as the most likely place for them to be. Â
You spotted Kiara first, looking like an actual princess in her Tiana costume and waved, smiling when she waved back and beckoned you over as she said something to Pope, dressed as Albert Einstein, that made him start laughing hysterically.
"What's so funny?" You asked, reaching between them to grab two handfuls of pretzels and immediately dropping one into your brother's outstretched palm, careful to keep the sleeve of your white dress away from the bright orange-iced cupcakes on the table.Â
The two of them exchanged a look that instantly made you realize something was Upâą but before either of them could answer, Mason asked around a mouthful of pretzels, "Where're Tweedledee and Tweedledum?"
"J, why didn't we think of that?" John B's voice came from somewhere over your shoulder and when you turned to face him, you nearly dropped both the droid cradled in the crook of your elbow and the snacks in your hand. Not because of John B and his hilarious Chewbacca costume but because of the fact that JJ Maybank, the one person you hated the most on the whole entire island, was dressed as Han freakin' Solo.Â
"Yikes." Someone muttered behind you -it sounded like Sarah but you weren't really sure- and Mason nearly choked on his pretzels as he tried and failed miserably to keep himself from laughing.Â
"You've gotta be kidding me." You huffed, rolling your eyes as JJ crossed his arms and glared in your direction, blaster hanging from the holster on his hip.
"Listen, Princess, I'm not too happy about this, either."
"Oh, shut up, you nerfherder."
"Who you calling-" Mason and John B cut in and pulled you both in opposite directions before either of you could turn it into a shouting match, your brother physically grabbing you around the waist and carrying you off while the latter caught the back of JJ's vest and dragged him away. Despite their best efforts to keep you apart, you ran into each other more times than you could count and spent a minute or two squabbling like cats and dogs each time until one of them intervened once again. It was childish, it was immature, and it was fun, even though you'd never, ever admit it. Ever.
You didn't win the costume contest that year in the way you'd imagined at all. Still, first place in the group category was a win in your book and it felt good, even if one of the members of your unintentional Star Wars posse was someone who tested every bit of patience you had. The four of you split the cash prize and you went home 25 bucks richer, stashing it away for next year's costume and pushing the thought of accidentally matching with your mortal enemy from your mind.Â
You had no idea this thing was only just beginning.
The next year, you let Sarah and Kiara convince you to match with them and the three of you rolled up to the party as the Pink Ladies -you as Rizzo, Sarah as Sandy, Kiara as Frenchy- only to run right into the boys, your brother included, dressed as the T-Birds. John B, perfectly in character as Danny, immediately whisked Sarah off to dance while Pope, the most adorably awkward Doody you'd ever seen, went to grab some snacks with Kiara, leaving you stuck with the bane of your existence as, of course, fucking Kenickie (Mason, as Sonny, dipped sometime before then without you noticing). The two of you spent the whole evening glaring at each other and hurling insults back and forth at breakneck speed, more in character than either of you'd ever want to acknowledge and for the second year in a row, you won first place in the group costume category.
At fourteen, you went as Princess Buttercup and JJ showed up as Westley, fake sword in hand as he followed you around all night like an annoying fly, sarcastically drawling "as you wish" every time you so much as glanced in his direction. Your brother, dressed as Inigo Montoya, nearly pissed himself laughing and you wanted to snatch both of their prop swords and shove them up their asses. You came in first again in the group costume contest and begrudgingly split the prize three ways.Â
At fifteen, you worked hard on a Dr. Ellie Sattler costume from Jurassic Park, he strolled in as a disheveled Dr. Alan Grant with mud splattered boots and tattered clothes, and you really regretted not taking the offer to be the Tai to Sarah's Cher and Kiara's Dionne. Once again, Mason laughed so hard his face turned red and you were tempted to grab the sword he was holding and beat him over the head with it, not just for laughing at you but also for the completely atrocious Jack Sparrow costume he wore. To your absolute horror, you and JJ won the contest in the duo category and you wanted to melt into the ground when they called you onto the makeshift stage to collect your reward.Â
When you were sixteen, you and your friends "graduated" to the party held for the older teens inside the club itself. With costume rules a little more lax than they were for the younger kids, you decided to go as (an only slightly sexy) Janine Melnitz, complete with a prop telephone you answered every so often with a loud "Ghostbusters, whaddya want?!" much to the embarrassment of Mason, who was once again dressed as Luke Skywalker, this time in the fatigues he wore while training on Dagobah in The Empire Strikes Back.
You strutted into the party in your heels and pencil skirt only to nearly fall flat on your face when you caught sight of JJ in a terrible black wig and glasses, proton pack strapped to his back and 'Spengler' printed on the front of his jumpsuit. Your brother winced when you all but screeched "Again?!" right into his ear and grabbed your elbow, dragging you over to an empty table and depositing you into an open chair.
"There's no way this is a coincidence anymore! He could've picked Venkman, with all the womanizing and lowkey being a creep and thinking he's God's gift to mankind? It would've been the perfect choice! He's not nearly adorable or dorky enough to be Stantz or sassy enough to be Winston-"
"Jesus, you have a lot of feelings about Ghostbusters," Mason muttered, rolling his eyes when you shot him a withering glare.
"Shut up! Listen to me, there's no way in hell Maybank randomly decided to be, out of alllll the 'Busters, Egon fuckin' Spengler, okay? He had to have somehow known I was coming as Janine and did it just to piss me off!"
Your brother heaved a deep, heavy sigh that made you want to smack him and fixed you with a deadpan stare. "Or, have you pulled your head out of your own ass long enough to think that maybe you're just becoming...predictable?"
You really did smack him then, hard on his exposed shoulder and he yelped, scowling as he rubbed at the red mark you left behind. "Ow! What the hell, bitch?!"
"Don't you dare call me predictable, you dickhead! I pride myself on my costumes being very unique and unexpected -you know, out of the box!"
"Hate to break it to you but they're not really out of the box if Maybank shows up in a matching one every single year." He said with an infuriating, shit-eating grin, patting your shoulder before straightening the plush Yoda strapped to his back. "I'm gonna go get some food, wanna come with?"
Still miffed at his comment, you shoved his arm away and glanced down at your lap, ignoring your brother's sassy "your loss" as he headed toward the snack tables. Not even a minute passed by before his empty seat was taken and you groaned when you looked up to see who it was, your eyes meeting a pair of bright blues behind tacky, oversized glasses.Â
"Hi, Janine."
"...Egon."
The two of you sat in silence after that, watching the dancing crowd under the flashing neon lights and sparkling disco ball until you saw him turn to face you out of the corner of your eye.
"Why Janine?"Â
"Huh?" You turned to face him, too, one eyebrow raised in a perfect arch as he gestured toward your costume.
"Why did you dress up as Janine, Y/L/N?"
"I've always liked her sassiness and 'I like to play racquetball.'" You offered a casual shrug of your shoulders and carefully stuck a finger under your wig to scratch an annoying itch above your ear. "Why'd you pick Egon, Maybank?"
"He's my favorite." He answered simply with his own shrug, shooting you a genuine, real smile that you, for who knows what reason, found yourself returning without a second thought. "Smart, hilarious -plus, 'I like to collect spores, mold, and fungus.'"
For the first time in your life, your eyes rolled out of amusement and not annoyance at something that JJ Maybank said and, to your complete surprise, it kind of felt...right. "Really? I'd have pegged you for a Venkman stan."
"Are you kidding? He's the worst!"Â
Never in your wildest dreams did you ever think you'd sit across from your hated enemy, not only having a civil -hell, downright enjoyable- conversation but actually smiling right along with him, laughing at his jokes and doing your best to ignore the sudden flutter in your stomach each time you caught sight of his slightly crooked teeth when he grinned. You didn't even notice when your brother returned with Kiara, dressed as Moana, at his side and two heaping plates of snacks in his hands until his chair scraped gratingly across the hardwood floor.Â
"Kie, are you seeing this? Pigs must be flying 'cause they're actually smiling at each other." Mason said, cackling as Kiara turned to squint out the window.
"Yeah, I think I see one or two soaring around out there." She giggled and sent a mischievous wink in your direction. With your face feeling like it was on fire, you flipped them both the bird and took off, disappearing into the crowd and leaving all your traitorous, confusing thoughts about JJ behind with the boy himself; it was Rafe's last party at the Club and he owed you a dance anyway, but even as your best friend's older brother, cute as hell in his Thor costume, playfully twirled you around the floor to the Ghostbusters theme song, you felt more than your partner's blue eyes on you.
To no one's surprise, you and JJ won the duo category for the second year in a row and when you joined him onstage to collect your prize and didn't feel like you'd rather die than be up there by his side, you suddenly realized you were only certain about two things in life instead of three.Â
At seventeen, you were confident you and JJ wouldn't be matching for once (after last year, though, you were kind of thinking it wouldn't be that bad of a thing). You'd gone cult classic for your costume, pulling inspiration from your mom's favorite move, 1999's The Mummy, and put together a screen-accurate Evelyn Carnahan in her iconic black dress, including a handmade Book of the Dead and matching key. You blackmailed Mason with pictures of him, drunk as a skunk and dressed in your Janine costume from the previous year, and got him to go as Jonathan, complete with a pith helmet and prop bottle of The Glenlivet. Â
But, as always, JJ managed to surprise you. You literally ran right into his chest and if it wasn't for his arms instantly wrapping tight around your waist, you would've bit it hard.
"Whoa, careful there," He said, one hand keeping you close while the other moved to help you hold the book in your arms. "'The Book of the Dead? Are you sure you wanna be messing around with this thing?'"
Of course he'd make the perfect Rick O'Connell, you thought as you playfully raised one eyebrow and curled your fingers around the strap of the gun holster draped over his shoulder. "'It's just a book. No harm ever came from reading a book.'"
Mason was a little too in character as well as he dramatically rolled his eyes and wandered off, muttering "puh-lease" under his breath and shooting Sarah a conspiratorial wink that you didn't see. The blonde girl glanced between the two of you -arms still around each other and identical smiles on your faces- and grinned. The party flew by in a blur of movie quotes, laughs, and more dances than you could count and by the time you made it home, 50 bucks in the pocket of your dress and another group costume win under your belt, you were almost positive you never actually hated JJ Maybank in the first place.
Now at eighteen, you pulled out all the stops for your last party at the Island Club. You'd spent the last few months slaving over your costume, sewing custom pieces, hand-crafting your prop, and spending way too much money on body makeup and a wig but when you saw the final product in the mirror, you knew it was all worth it. You were ready to slay the competition this year and take home first place for the final time.
Mason, indifferent as always about the contest but willing to do anything to keep those pictures from seeing the light of day, didn't protest one bit when you forced him into the matching costume you'd made for him -in typical Mason fashion, he liked that he didn't have to wear a shirt and could show off his muscles- and spent a few hours perfecting his makeup.
You felt on top of the world when you walked into the party that night as Gamora, a replica of her Godslayer sword in hand and skin painted a perfect shade of green, followed by your brother as Drax, already flexing for anyone and everyone looking his way. The rest of your friends came to win as well: John B and Sarah as Flynn Rider and Rapunzel, Kiara as Eleven, Pope as T'Challa, and, of course, JJ as Peter Quill, Baby Groot perched on his shoulder and twin blasters at his hips.Â
"Lookin' good, Gamora!" He called over the music, shimmying his way over to you with some dance moves that would impress Star-Lord himself.
"Flattery will get you nowhere, Quill." You replied in a sing-song voice, even as you took his outstretched hand and let him pull you into the crowd of bodies hopping up and down to some terrible EDM beat under the twirling disco ball.
"It got you out here with me, didn't it?"
You rolled your eyes and hooked the sword to your belt before stepping closer and draping your arms around his neck, twirling your painted fingers in his hair. "Just remember, 'I know who you are, Peter Quill. And I'm not some starry-eyed waif here to succumb to your pelvic sorcery.'"
You should've known you spoke too soon the second you saw the spark in JJ's eyes that all but screamed 'wanna bet?'
And that's how you found yourself in the middle of the single hottest make out session you'd ever had the pleasure of participating in an hour later: back pressed against the locked door of someone's deserted office, legs wrapped tight around his waist and his hands hooked under your ass, both your sword and his blasters abandoned on the floor at his feet, and he was either a sinfully good kisser or trying really, really hard to blow your mind. Â
"I'm not gonna end up green after this, am I?" He mumbled against your mouth before trailing his lips along your jaw and you breathed a laugh, tightening your grip on his hair.
"This is professional makeup, dumbass. It's gonna take more than some kissing to smudge it."
"I'm down for some smudging if you are."Â
You pulled him back for another kiss in response and gasped into his mouth when he walked across the room, one strong arm reaching out to sweep whatever was on the desk to the floor before setting you down on it.
"Confident, are we?"Â
JJ smirked at your breathless question and the way you hooked your ankles around the backs of his thighs to pull him closer. "So is that a yes to the smudging?"
"Just shut up and kiss me."Â
He did -very well, you might add- and you kissed him back, untangling your hands from his hair to slide them under his jacket instead; you helped him push it off his shoulders and it had barely hit the ground along with poor Baby Groot before your fingers were tugging his shirt from the waistband of his pants. Â
"Someone's impatient." He teased, leaning back just far enough to let you pull it over his head and toss it somewhere behind you.
"Someone doesn't know how to stop talking." You whispered your reply low in his ear and then trailed your lips down his neck, smiling in satisfaction at the tremble in his voice when you kissed the purple mark you'd left behind earlier.
"N-never was very good at that."Â
"'You should've learned.'"
"'I don't learn, it's one of my issues.'"
One of his hands gripped your wig, pulling your head back a little roughly -you'd have so been into that if it had been your real hair he pulled- and you winced at the way the bobby pins holding it it place tugged painfully at your roots. "Ow, not so hard!"
"Wait, what the fuck? I thought you were wearing a wig!"Â
"I am but it's still pinned to my actual hair!"
"Sorry, but how the hell was I supposed to know that?"
The sight of JJ's face slowly turning red made the butterflies in your stomach go haywire and so you just shook your head, mumbling "don't worry about it," before pressing your lips to his once again. He was gentler this time with the pulling and you dug your nails into his bare shoulders at the thrill of his mouth against the exposed column of your throat, leaning back further and further until you laid flat on the desk.
His fingers had just unbuttoned your pants when your phone started to ring from your pocket, blaring the Star Wars theme you had set as your twin's ringtone.Â
"Mason's timing is impeccable," JJ said sarcastically, chuckling as you clamped a palm over his mouth and answered the call.
"What the hell do you want?"
"Jesus, no need to be pissy!" Mason loudly replied over the applause crackling through the phone's speaker. "I just thought you'd like to know that we just won best group costume with Maybank. Again."Â
The blond winked at the mention of his last name and pulled your hand away from his mouth, pinning it to the desk beside you with one of his while the other started tugging your pants down over your hips.
"Oh, that's cool, Mase-" You inhaled sharply when his lips touched the edge of your underwear, so close to where you wanted him most but at the same time so far away, and your fingers held your phone in a white-knuckled grip. "But I-I'm kind of in the middle of doing someone -something!- right now."
"Smooth," JJ said, not even trying to be quiet as he released your pinned hand to finish pulling your boots off, along with your tight leather pants that he casually tossed aside. "And I knew you weren't green under these!"Â
Your laugh quickly turned into a gasp when his fingers hooked under your panties and pulled those off, too, and the touch of his tongue against the skin of your inner thigh sent white-hot lightning racing through your veins; the phone slipped from your grip, falling with a clunk onto the desk as your fingers tangled in his hair and he lifted one of your knees over his shoulder.
"Okay, I'm hanging up now! I already know you're getting laid but I don't need to hear it." Mason's loud grumble drifted up through the speaker and if you weren't so preoccupied with the boy between your thighs doing some downright wicked things to you with his mouth, you might've noticed that your brother didn't actually sound that grumpy before he ended the call and your phone's screen went dark, right as you lost control of your voice.
"Fuck me."
"Funny, I thought that's what I was doing?" You felt more than heard his response against you and a shiver ran down your spine when his bright blue eyes flicked up to met yours in the dim light of the office.
"You know what I meant, Maybank."
"Trust me, Y/L/N, I know. Question is: where do you want me?"
You tugged on his hair, grinning wolfishly at the way his eyes fluttered closed and a low moan rose from his throat. "Everywhere in this damn room, starting right here."
"I was hoping youâd say that.â
- Back at the party, Mason looked up and met Sarah's gaze, both of her eyebrows raised expectantly as she asked, "Well?"
He took his time slipping his phone back into his pocket before giving her a quick nod, grinning triumphantly when she immediately burst into gleeful giggles. Â
"Yes! I just knew they had a thing for each other! Mortal enemies, my ass."
"I think that was the very first time in my sister's life that she didn't give a shit about the contest." Mason said and reached over to snag a cookie from her plate, chuckling when she pushed his hand away from the chocolate chip ones and toward the peanut butter. "We couldn't have pulled this off without you. I mean, making sure they showed up in matching costumes every year? Genius, Sarah. Absolutely genius."Â
The blonde girl grabbed her own cookie with a wink. "Think they'll ever figure it out?"
Your brother just threw his head back and laughed. "I hope not! I wanna save that story for my best man speech at their wedding."
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Hate to Date Ch.6 | Brittana
A/N - Exciting news, we're out of lockdown and I'm back to work. Not exciting news, Iâm back to work LOL. As always, thanks for the reviews and those who have bought a coffee for me through ko-fi! Both instantly make my day & encourage me to keep up with these weekly updates so I really appreciate it!đ
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It takes a whole ten seconds after Brittany closes the car door behind her before Puckâs hitting Santana with a barrage of questions. Santana does her best to ignore them because she knows Puckâs been dying to hear about their trip, but Brittany hasnât even pulled her suitcase from the trunk yet and she can totally hear them still.
âArenât you going to help her or something?â Santana asks instead.
âArenât you? Youâre her girlfriend.â
âYouâre the guy. Isnât lifting things meant to be your specialty?â
Puck narrows his eyes, âThatâs not very girl power of you.â
Santana just huffs her way out of the car, but by the time she gets around Brittanyâs already got her suitcase out. The blonde gives her a questioning look as Santana lingers by the trunk.
âI was coming to see if you needed help,â Santana explains.
Brittany chuckles, âLittle late for that.â
Santana feels her face flush with embarrassment. Damn Puck making her look like an idiot.
âBesides, Iâve seen how you are around a suitcase,â Brittany smirks. âProbably best if I do the heavy lifting.â
âNice one!â Puck calls out.
When Santana turns to flick him off, she finds that heâs halfway hanging out of the driverâs side window watching with interest. Brittany only laughs as she pulls the handle up on her luggage.
âYouâre both dicks,â Santana grumbles as she crosses her arms over her chest.
âI mean, sheâs not wrong though?â Puck reasons.
Santana just cuts him with a steely glare and that shuts him up real quick.
âAnyway, itâs been fun. Thanks for the ride again, Puck,â Brittany says before turning to Santana. âAnd I guess Iâll see you tomorrow?â
Santana nods, âYeah. Same time, same place.â
âIâll remember you said that,â Brittany quips before waving goodbye and heading inside her apartment complex.
Puckâs still hanging out the driverâs side window looking back and forth between Santana and Brittanyâs door with a slack jaw. Santana rolls her eyes at him as she pulls open the passenger door.
âWhatâs happening tomorrow?â He asks eagerly.
Santana sighs, âCan you just get in the car? Youâre too damn big to be hanging out there like that.â
The reluctance to answer has Puck acting even more giddy. Itâs a classic Santana tactic: deflect and insult. Puck listens anyway though and gets himself inside where Santana busies herself with buckling up.
âSo whatâs happening tomorrow?â Puck asks again.
âWeâre working on that assignment together for Prof Martinezâs class,â Santana finally answers. âBecause someone decided to fuck around with the teams now I have to actually spend time with her instead of lie about it.â
âOh, boring,â Puck frowns and goes to start the car.
Santana looks back curiously, âWhatâd you think we were doing?â
Puck starts to smirk.
Santana scrunches her nose, âActually, nevermind. I donât want to know.â
âIâm just joking!â Puck laughs. âBut seriously, will you tell me about your trip now? I was a little nervous that one of you wouldnât be coming back.â
âWhat? Why?â
Puck shrugs, âI donât know because you hate each other?â
Santana pauses, âI donât know if hateâs the right word anymore.â
âYouâd probably trick her into boarding the wrong plane or something. Is that not hate?â
Santana smirks, âNow that wouldâve been funny.â
âSee?â
Santana shakes her head, âI donât know. She still frustrates the hell out of me and I find a lot of things she does super annoying, but to say I hate her doesnât really fit anymore.â
Puck looks at her curiously, âYou feeling okay? Did you finally get your heart back from Lima?â
Santana laughs, âYou know Lima doesnât have it.â
Puck chuckles along with her, âWell something big mustâve happened there if youâre changing your tune like this.â
âItâs nothing like that,â Santana replies. âI guess â I donât know â I understand Brittany a little more? That doesnât mean weâre going to braid each otherâs hair anytime soon.â
âRight. What about your fam? Howâd they feel about her?â
âWe did what we were supposed to do. Mom likes her, Abuela not so much.â
âShit,â Puck cringes.
âYeah. Itâll work out though,â Santana answers. âThis was a good start, we just need to put more time into it. Iâm getting into that firm.â
âHell yeah, you are!â
âIn the meantime though, Iâve gotta up my game,â Santana says. âI canât have people thinking Brittanyâs a better girlfriend than me.â
Puck quirks his brow, âAnd how are you gonna do that?â
âWell after spending all this time with Brittany, Iâve learned me two things,â Santana smirks. âSheâs a pushover and sheâs a total sucker for the romantic shit, like the kind of shit thatâs in movies. You know, real clichĂ© stuff. Just look at the stuff she does for me.â
âOkay?â
âI just have to do it better than her,â Santana says simply, âI have to be thoughtful and sweet and take her by surprise. Iâve gotta be one step ahead at all times! And maybe I can embarrass the crap out of her in the process? Itâs a win/win for me.â
Puck looks skeptic, but Santanaâs already crafting her game plan.
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Santana spends all night watching cheesy rom-coms just to get some inspiration, because as it turns out â sheâs not really familiar with romantic gestures. Sheâs never really needed them because hooking up isnât about romance and thatâs how she likes it. But this fake relationship thing is really pushing her out of her comfort zone â good thing itâs all an act.
Puck joins Santana after getting back from weight training and together they make a list of all the possible ways Santana can fake-woo Brittany. Puck jots down a couple ideas for himself, lord knows he needs all the help he can get!
The only downside of a rom-com marathon is that most of the movies are predominately straight and Santana struggles to relate. Meanwhile, Puckâs trying to hide the fact that heâs tearing up during certain scenes.
Despite the string hetero content, Puck does end up getting his hands on a bootleg copy of Imagine Me and You. Now itâs Santanaâs turn to pretend sheâs not tearing up and Puck wastes no time in teasing her about it. Â
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Santana decides sheâs going start off slow with something simple; bringing Brittany snacks for when they study together later on. Where it lacks in romance, it makes up for in thoughtfulness so Santanaâs sure itâll be a winner.
Sheâs already stopped off somewhere on her way to cheer practice to get what she needs just incase she runs late again. At least if Coach Roz goes on another rant again, Santana will meet Brittany bearing gifts.
Itâs a pretty perfect plan, but what Santana doesnât expect is to find Brittany waiting outside of the gym for her. Apparently, the blonde had a similar idea in mind and has beaten Santana to the punch.
Not with snacks, but with something much more valuable.
âUh hey,â Santana eyes her hesitantly. âWhat are you doing here?â
Brittany lifts the cup in her hand, âI got you this.â
âYou got me a coffee?â
âYeah, I was in the area and I knew youâd be coming here for practice.â
Santanaâs brows furrow, âDid Puck put you up to this?â
Brittany frowns, âWhat?â
âNevermind,â Santana shakes her head and moves closer to take the cup. She stares down at the lid and looks to Brittany, âWhat is it?â
âCoffee?â Brittany answers. âStrong and as black as your heart.â
âJust how I like it,â Santana lies as she masks her disappointment.
She braces herself for the bitter taste, hoping her facial expression doesnât give her away. Surprisingly though, it tastes nothing like she expected it to â itâs sweet, just like she actually likes it.
Brittany starts to smirk, âPlus a box of sugar and bunch of milk.â
âHowâd you know?â Santana asks. âI pay the barista extra to keep her mouth shut.â
âShe did, but Iâve seen the inside of your purse,â Brittany chuckles. âItâs nothing but sugar packets and tiny creamers. Plus Iâve spent the last couple of mornings with you, Iâve noticed things.â
âOh. Right.â
âWho knew this leather-jacket-wearing badass cheerleader secretly likes her coffee super sweet?â
âExactly. It doesnât fit the aesthetic,â Santana brushes off. âI canât have that little detail about me getting out. What would people think?â
Brittany quirks a brow, âDo you really care that much about that?â
âDonât you?â Santana says simply.
Brittany shrugs, âItâs just coffee. So what?â
Santana pauses. Sometimes Brittany can make the hardest things sound so simple and Santana canât tell if itâs because Brittanyâs naĂŻve or Santanaâs just so used to overcomplicating things. It doesnât matter, sheâs not getting into it right now.
âThanks for this,â Santana replies. âIâll see you after practice.â
Brittany bites her lip as she nods, âYeah okay. See you later.â
\\
Despite having a duffle bag full of all kinds of snacks, Santana holds off for the time being. Itâs too close to Brittanyâs little act of kindness and she canât have the blonde thinking that sheâs inspired Santanaâs gesture.
So, she waits a few more days because timing is also important. Being surprised with snacks doesnât mean a thing if youâve just ate, so Santana keeps that in mind as she falls back into her usual routine of classes, cheer practice and studying.
The opportunity doesnât arise until the following week.
Apparently one of Brittanyâs classes has a test scheduled at the end of the week and it has the blonde stressed out more than usual. Santana only knows because Puck mentioned something about Brittany rescheduling a tutoring session which rarely happens.
So Santana thinks itâs finally her time to shine and really show off how thoughtful she can be!
As Santana makes her way inside the library with her bag full of goodies, thereâs this big grin on her face because not only is she going to show Brittany sheâs got some competition on the best girlfriend front thereâs also quite the crowd around.
Again, itâs a win/win for Santana!
She finds Brittany in her usual spot at the back of the study area and makes her way over. Students studying at the various tables around watch as Santana saunters down the aisle in her cheer uniform. Santana can hear the whispers starting up and tries to keep from smirking at how good this is going to make her look.
âHey,â Santana greets once she gets to Brittanyâs table.
Brittanyâs taken by complete surprise as she looks up. Santana can tell because the usual confidence is no where to be found, in itâs place is astonishment.
âUh hi,â Brittany finally greets. âWhat are you doing here? Is it 3:30 already?â
âNo. I was just in the neighborhood,â Santana shrugs as she takes a seat in front of Brittany. âThought you might need a little afternoon snack break.â
Brittany looks questioningly until Santana starts pulling out various treats she knows Brittany loves. Thereâs a theater box of DOTS, a packet of Goldfish, a Mounds bar, and a few other goodies that are the healthier side.
âAwh, thatâs so cute!â A girl from the table beside them coos before turning to her partner. âWhere the hell are my snacks?â
The guy just frowns at Santana, âThanks a lot.â
âStep your game up,â Santana tells him before turning back to Brittany. Thereâs a pleased smile on her face but she wants to hear it from Brittany herself, âYou like?â
Brittanyâs hesitant to answer but when she does, she canât help but smile, âI like. I actually forgot my lunch today so this is perfect.â
Santana pumps her fist triumphantly before realizing people are still staring.
âYou know, how long Iâve been waiting for the perfect moment to give you all this stuff?â Santana admits. âI felt like a hoarder having to hide them in my room so Puck wouldnât eat them.â
Brittany chuckles, âI donât know how Iâll be able to top this.â
Santana smirks; thatâs exactly what she likes to hear.
âWoah, who hit the jackpot?â Puck says, surprising the both of them as he comes up to the table.
âJesus! Whereâd you come from?â Santana gasps. âYou know this is the library, right?â
âYes,â Puck rolls his eyes. âI was studying with some guys from the team since Britt cancelled on me but I see why she did now.â
âOh no, I didnât know she was coming here,â Brittany explains quickly.
âIt was a surprise,â Santana says proudly.
Pucks brows rise as he reaches for one of Brittanyâs snacks, but Santanaâs quick to swat at his hand.
âPaws off,â She tells him. âI got that for her, not you.â
âDamn chill,â Puck frowns as he holds his hand.
Brittany only chuckles at the pair, âThanks for this. Itâs been a much needed interruption but I do have to get back to studying.â
âOh yeah, sure!â Santana nods as she goes to stand. She looks around to see if people are still watching and starts to grin when she finds that they are. âIâll just be at practice, but let me know if you need anything else.â
âOkay,â Brittany smiles back.
âAnd Iâll just be over there,â Puck adds as he heads back to his table leaving Santana alone with Brittany.
âThanks for the brain food,â Brittany mentions again. âVery sweet of you.â
Santana only shrugs although thereâs a bashful smile on her face, âYou know me, super thoughtful.â
âUh-huh,â Brittany smirks before pulling her down gently for a kiss on the cheek. It takes Santana by surprise a little, but Brittanyâs lips linger by Santanaâs ear as she says. âI know youâre just trying to work the crowd. Youâre not fooling me.â
Santana eyes go wide but she keeps a poker face, âCanât have them thinking youâre the best girlfriend around.â
âCanât help it if itâs true,â Brittany chuckles before letting Santana go. In a much louder voice she waves goodbye, âSee you later, Fluffbottom!â
Santana pastes on a fake smile, but she canât exit the building fast enough. The cringey terms of endearment are such a low blow!
\\
With Brittany onto Santanaâs little plan, the blonde starts to up her game too. Over the next couple of weeks, the two go back and forth just trying to one up the other in romantic gestures. They sort of make a game out of who can pull the biggest awh from the spectators that always flock the couple.
Currently, the score is pretty even but Brittanyâs never too far behind.
Santana doesnât get it, but she tries harder anyway. Â
\\
The next time Brittany decides to show Santana that sheâs always one step ahead of her, itâs during one of the basketball games Santana cheers for. At first, Santana didnât even notice her in the crowd because when has Brittany ever come to a sporting event?
In fact, itâs probably the last place sheâd ever expect to see Brittany.
And yet, there she isâŠwaving eagerly with Puck by her side to get her attention.
âAwh! Santana, your girlfriendâs here to watch you cheer!â One of the girls on Santanaâs squad coos. âThat is so cute!â
âYeah,â Santana answers as she keeps her eye narrowed on Brittany. âReal cute.â
Itâs not until after the halftime performance that Santanaâs able to make her way over to Brittany for the first time since spotting her. Thereâs this smug grin on the blondeâs face and Santana struggles to keep from rolling her eyes at the sight of it. She just knows Brittanyâs mentally adding a point to their ongoing tally.
As Santana reaches the bottom of the bleachers, Brittanyâs about halfway down the steps. Puckâs not too far behind, his entire face painted in white and Columbia blue for the occasion.
âWell this is a surprise,â Santana says once sheâs close enough. âYou never come to these things.â
âThatâs because Iâve never dated a cheerleader before,â Brittany quips.
âI invited her,â Puck admits.
Santana looks between the two of them skeptically, âI get why Puckâs here, but you? Do you secretly like womenâs basketball or something?â
Brittany shakes her head, âI donât know a thing about it.â
âThen why are you here?â Santana questions.
âLike I said, youâre my reason.â
If anyone else was listening in, they mightâve found Brittanyâs statement a little cute. Maybe if Brittany wasnât Brittany, Santana mightâve found it cute too but she knows the blondeâs true motives. She knows sheâs just trying to work the crowd so it rolls right over Santanaâs head.
Instead, she looks from Brittany to Puck.
âIâm starting to question where your loyalties lie, Puckerman,â Santana tells him.
âDonât look at me, I didnât think sheâd actually say yes! I was just being nice.â
His hands are instantly thrown up in defense.
âUh-huh.â
âHe didnât do anything. I was already thinking of coming,â Brittany interrupts with a sweet smile. âI figured I might as well add supportive girlfriend to the long list of things Iâm great at and this was the perfect opportunity.â
Santana laughs off the jab, âPerfect girlfriend my ass.â
âI think it was pretty smart thinking on my part,â Brittany replies as she nods over to the entryway. âDid you know Eddie would be here?â
Santana glances in the coachâs direction and does her best to hide the fact that she forgot all about him possibly being around. âDuh. Of course heâd be here, he comes to most games.â
âGuess I should start coming to most games too then,â Brittany suggests. âKeep up appearances.â
Santana hates that Brittanyâs got a point. Nowâs about the time Santana would move on to the next girl and Eddieâs sure to be taking note so he can report back to Maribel. Damn Brittany and her quick thinking!
âSure whatever,â Santana brushes off. âI need to get back. I hope you enjoy the rest of show.â
âIâll try,â Brittany smirks before lifting the book in her hand. âIâve got this just incase.â
âYou brought a book to read at a game?â Santana tries not to laugh. âCan you at least try not being so nerdy? Itâs hard to pretend to like you if youâre making it so easy for me to make fun of you.â Â
Brittany sighs through her smile, âItâs only a precaution incase I get bored.â
âBored? Our performances arenât boring,â Santana tells her. âWhatâs boring about a full twisted layout?â
Brittany only shrugs, âI donât even know what that is.â
âItâs a dope move that requires skill and talent.â
âSo something you canât do?â Brittany smirks.
Santana fakes a laugh, âYouâre so funny.â
âWhat about the skirts? You like them, right?â Puck suddenly asks Brittany, still hung up on finding the games boring.
Santana nods along with him, âEveryone likes the skirts.â
Brittanyâs eyes rake up Santanaâs lithe frame slowly while Santana poses.
If thereâs anything Santanaâs more confident in, itâs her looks. Sheâs hot and she knows sheâs hot, itâs not even about being conceited itâs pure fact. That combined with the power of a cheerleading uniform has never failed her, so itâs only a matter of time before Brittanyâs admitting defeat.
When their eyes finally meet, thereâs a smug grin on Santanaâs face but Brittany is expressionless.
âItâs okay,â Brittany tells them with indifference.
Puckâs jaw drops, heâs practically besides himself with the news, while Santana only stares. She might not be able to read Brittany most of the time, but what she has become good at is noticing a blatant lie.
And itâs okay is one of them.
Itâs like Santanaâs finally found a weakness in Brittanyâs front because why lie about it? If you think someoneâs hot then say so, itâs no big deal â at least, to her itâs not. You donât have to like people that you find attractive, clearly, so whatâs Brittanyâs deal?
Maybe itâs the lack of flirtatious banter or the build up of sex deprivation, but testing Brittanyâs willpower sparks Santanaâs interest and gets her thinking of a slightly better game.
âSo this does nothing for you?â Santana asks again with a little shake of her hips.
In all of her years as a cheerleader, sheâs never met anyone who could resist. Even without the uniform, Santanaâs just got this confidence about her â this undeniable sexual magnetism â that kind of makes her irresistible.
Like sheâs always said, she canât help that sheâs attractive. It truly is a gift.
Even Puck looks to Brittany for an answer. Funny thing though, Brittany doesnât take the bait. Instead, she just maintains eye contact with Santana â unyielding and a little unnerving.
âHoney,â Brittany says sweetly. âIf youâre looking for someone to drool over you keep looking.â
âWow,â Santana laughs. âSome girlfriend you are!â Â
âIâm not that shallow,â Brittany quips. âI donât care about what you wear. Iâm more interested in your heart.â
âGod,â Santana scrunches her nose. âWho knew you were such a cornball.â
âI thought youâd like that,â Brittany chuckles. âBut seriously, you canât distract me with a short skirt.â
âIâll remember you said that,â Santana challenges with a smirk.
Looks like Brittanyâs a harder one to crack than she thought.
\\
Thankfully though the odds are in still Santanaâs favor because what holiday is only weeks away now?
Valentineâs Day.
And itâs never too early to start the scheming! Santanaâs been going pretty soft in the weeks following the game Brittany surprised her at, but it was all for a purpose. Sheâs letting Brittany create a false sense of security, sheâs letting her think sheâs totally got this in the bag. And when Brittany least expects it, BAM! Santana will pull out all the stops!
Thatâll definitely put an end to the Brittanyâs so thoughtful, Santana youâre so lucky! The roles will totally be reversed and thatâs the ultimate win â another she can add to her figurative trophy shelf!
And although Santana wonât be getting laid this year, which is so depressing, the thought of being dubbed the best girlfriend ever over Brittany is pretty up there.
\\
So when Valentineâs week finally rolls around, Santanaâs as eager as ever. She has the heart-shaped chocolates, she has the cute stuffed animal in itâs little red bowtie, but most importantly â she has the outfit.
And the outfit is everything.
âWoah,â Puck skids to a stop when he finds Santana in their kitchen dressed in her short candy striper dress. âWhere are you going looking like that?â
Santana smirks as she finishes off her breakfast, âIâm going to see Brittany.â
âDressed like that?â
âYup.â
Puck tears his eyes away and looks at Santana like sheâs crazy. âYou know sheâs in class, right? Not camped out a strip club.â
Santana brushes him off, âObviously. Itâs all apart of the plan.â
âWhat plan?â Puck laughs, âGive the girl a heart attack?â
âSort of,â Santana starts grinning devilishly. âIâm gonna break her.â
Puck rolls his eyes, âThis about the skirt thing again?â
âYes!â Santana groans. âDonât you think itâs weird that Brittany wonât admit that she finds me attractive?â
âMaybe she doesnât.â
Santana eyes him like heâs lost his mind.
âImpossible,â She says.
Puck shakes his head, âThis is trouble. You know that right?â
âItâs just a game between friends.â
âBut you two arenât friends,â Puck laughs as he makes a coffee.
âShit. Youâre right,â Santana pauses to think before shrugging. âWell then this is purely for my enjoyment. I havenât had sex in like a month or made out with a hot stranger. Iâm not allowed to flirt with anyone because technically Iâm taken. The only joy I have left is being better than Brittany and or embarrassing the hell out of her so just let me have this.â
âDo whatever you want, Lopez.â
âThank you,â Santana smiles angelically. She reaches for her basket of Valentineâs Day goodies, âNow if youâll excuse me, Iâm going to go make some jaws drop.â
Puck only lifts his mug of coffee in salute as his best friend leaves.
\\
So far, Santanaâs outfit works like a charm. She kind of missed the way heads would roll for her whenever she walked by. She doesnât really get that anymore with a girlfriend around and god, has she missed this attention! With Brittany, the compliments are all for show so it doesnât really do anything for her but this â the helpless bystanders she leaves drooling in her wake?
Thereâs nothing fake about that.
Now when it comes to making her entrance, Santanaâs a little merciful.
At first, she considered interrupting the class but she knows by now Brittany wouldnât like that too much since sheâs the biggest nerd sheâs ever met and takes class super seriously. So instead, Santana waits in the hall until class finishes up. Itâs an even better plan than the first because not only will she take Brittany by surprise, sheâll have an audience too without the threat of a professor telling her off for an interruption.
Santana counts the minutes, eagerly awaiting the classâs dismissal.
As the first few students start trickling out, Santana moves to stand taller â ready for showtime. Thereâs a sultry look on her face â one thatâs been known to make knees go weak â as Brittany finally makes an appearance.
This time, Brittanyâs the one taken by surprise; so much so that she does a double take when she sees Santana standing there.
âHappy Valentineâs Day,â Santana greets in a seductive tone.
It takes a second for Brittany to answer, her eyes struggling to stay on Santanaâs. The brunetteâs already taking this as a big win.
âItâsâŠnot Valentineâs Day yet,â Brittany finally replies although sheâs still visibly stunned.
âI figure Iâd start early,â Santana flirts shamelessly with a soft touch to Brittanyâs arm. âMy girl should get a weekâs worth of Valentineâs fun. Donât you think?â
Brittany gulps, âWellâŠI was sort of waiting until the day to give you my gift.â
Santana smirks; she swears sweat is starting to bead around Brittanyâs brow. The will power is definitely strong though, Santana can give her that!
âThatâs okay,â Santana bites her lip seductively. âIâm sure itâll be worth the wait.â
Brittanyâs eyes flicker to Santanaâs lips then back to meet her eyes. Something flashes in those dazzling blues and itâs like a trance has been broken. Brittany moves to stand a little straighter, her hands falling to Santanaâs hips â strong and sure â as she begins to match Santanaâs smirk.
âItâll be so worth it,â Brittany flirts just as shamelessly which makes Santana falter. âAlthough, I donât have anything like this is my wardrobe.â
âOnly a select few have been able to pull it off,â Santana replies.
âI bet,â Brittany comments. âLooks like a lot of laces and buttons to get around.â
Santana falters again; she didnât expect Brittany to take her words so literally but it kind of does something to her. It gives the slightest tug to something growing restless within her. But she shakes it off, keeps her eye on the prize.
âItâs quite time consuming. Have to be good with your hands,â Santana tells her.
Brittany cheeks go a little red at that and Santana quickly capitalizes on the moment.
âOn top of the goodies Iâve brought, I also have these,â Santana says as she lifts her little basket. âChocolates, every heart-shaped candy I could find, a teddy bearâŠâ
âLooks like youâve really outdone yourself,â Brittany notes with a peek into Santanaâs basket. âHow will I ever top this?â
Thereâs the slightest bit of sarcasm there, but Santana smirks anyway.
âYou knowâŠthatâs the second time Iâve heard you say that. You might want to admit defeat while you still can.â
Brittany rolls her eyes, âYouâre playing a dangerous game, Santana.â
âThatâs the only kind of game I like to play.â
Brittany quirks her brow, âOkay.â
Santana wavers, âOkay?â
âYeah, okay,â Brittany chuckles.
âBut â â
âI really have to get to my next class,â Brittany explains as she takes Santanaâs basket while pressing a kiss to her cheek. âThis was cute though.â
Cute? Puppies are cute. Kittens are cute. Hell, some babies are kind of cute. But this? Santana wasnât going for cute. She was aiming higher than that! Much, much higher!
âWait,â Santana calls out just as Brittanyâs take a few steps down the hall.
Brittany turns, looking back at her expectantly.
âYouâre talking about the basket right?â Santana asks, âThe basket is cute?â
Brittany sighs tiredly although the smile is still there. Her eyes dip down to Santanaâs exposed legs, that short, ruffled skirt, the corset and the amazing things it does to her cleavage then back up again.
âThe outfitâs not bad too,â Brittany tells her with a smirk before turning away.
Not bad, Santana thinks. Itâs not the statement she wouldâve gone with but itâs a step up from cute so sheâll take it. The expression on Brittanyâs face when she first saw Santana was way better though.
\\
Santana spends the rest of Valentineâs week doing cute little things here and there, but she kind of regrets starting off so strong with the outfit when the actual day comes.
Itâs so typical of her to jump straight to the knockout punch instead of doing things slow and steady. Sheâs never had the patience for that and itâs biting her in the ass now, because all she has left up her sleeve is this giant heart-shaped balloon that she made Puck buy the night before and a bouquet of flowers.
Sheâs just hoping the simplicity of it is enough to get a good reaction out of the crowd, because walking towards their first class of the day together with a big ass balloon is already turning some heads. Not in the way heads turned for her on Monday, but hey â at least she has range.
When she finally does reach the lecture hall, itâs no surprise that Brittanyâs already seated inside.
âReally Santana?â Professor Martinez sighs when Santana struggles to get the balloon through the door. âDonât you think thatâs a little distracting?â
âYou know what else is distracting?â Santana quips as she sets her eyes on Brittany. âThe adoration I have for my girlfriend.â
âHere we go,â Professor Martinez laughs. âI almost like it better when you two were constantly fighting.â
Santana brushes him off as she makes her way to Brittany, âThis is for you.â
Brittany looks up at her reflection in the shiny red of the giant balloon, âOf course it is.â
âAnd also these,â Santana then presents Brittany with the bouquet. âI went with something a little out of the ordinary, you know, thinking outside of the box. I know how much you appreciate â â
âIâm allergic to sunflowers.â
Santanaâs heart drops, âWhat?â
âYeah,â Brittany leans back. âDeathly allergic.â
âShit,â Santana instantly jolts away from her but Brittany starts to laugh. âWait, seriously?â
âNo, not seriously,â Brittany giggles as she accepts the gifts. âWhoâs allergic to sunflowers?â
âUh, I donât know!â Santana frowns. âIâm sure someone out there is.â
Brittany quiets down, âSorry. That was a little mean.â
Santana shakes her head as she takes the seat beside Brittany.
âAnd people say Iâm mean,â She says.
Brittany leans over and kisses her cheek, âI donât think anyone says that.â
Santana lets out a laugh, âYou say that.â
âItâs not as bad as I thought,â Brittany shrugs. âAnyway, since weâre doing gifts already I can take you to part one of yours after class?â
âPart one?â
âMhmm,â Brittany hums. âIt should be ready by then. Part two needs a little more time.â
Santana gets to thinking what Brittany could possibly have planned, but Professor Martinez interrupts with the beginning of his lecture. Once again, Santanaâs lack of patience has her completely distracted all class.
\\
âItâs in the art wing?â Santana questions as she follows after Brittany who has been tight-lipped since the end of class.
âLooks that way,â Brittany chuckles. âYouâll find out soon enough if you just quit asking questions.â
âI canât help that Iâm impatient.â
âSure you can.â
Santana sighs and continues following Brittany until they reach their destination just a few minutes later. Itâs a narrow hallway with a line of wooden doors and theyâre stopped at the very first one.
âItâs in there?â Santana asks.
âYup,â Brittany grins. âIâll have to blindfold you though.â
âKinky,â Santana smirks.
Brittany blushes through an eye roll, âJust turn around so I can put this on you.â
Santana continues joking as she turns for her, âI shouldâve known, the quiet ones are always the kinkiest.â
âIâm not quiet,â Brittany replies as she tightens the blindfold around Santanaâs head.
âI mean,â Santana snickers, âJust wanky.â
âCan you see anything?â
âObviously not.â
âPerfect,â Brittany says and takes Santana by the hand.
Santana can hear the door creak open and sheâs instantly hit with the scent of flowers. The blindfoldâs kind of pointless now because the floral aroma gives away the surprise almost instantly, but just as sheâs about to say something â Brittany pushes her to sit down.
Now, Santanaâs been blindfolded a handful of times in her life. Santanaâs also been pushed to sit down a handful of times in her life too. The combination of the two - historically for her â has lead to some pretty steamy times.
Obviously that wonât be the case here, but God does she wish it were.
The thought makes her wonder if it would matter if the person on the other side of that blindfold was still Brittany, but she doesnât get to come up with an answer as the blindfold is soon pulled off.
Santana blinks at the sudden bright light to find that sheâs surrounded by flowers. Like, a ton of them! Theyâre in buckets, in pots, in glass vases and inâŠred solo cups?
âI ran out of space,â Brittany comments when she notices Santana looking confused.
âRight,â Santana breathes out and as she turns to admire the entire room sheâs even more surprised by what else she sees â a bunch of people staring back at her through a glass window.
Thatâs when she realizes that Brittanyâs led her to an art display case, a display case that nearly everyone in the entire building walks by on their way to and from class. Santana quickly plasters on a smile while sheâs on display in front of the crowd as Brittany comes to wrap an arm around her.
âDidnât think you were the only one with a few tricks up her sleeve, huh?â Brittany whispers through her smirk.
âHowâd you even get access to this case?â Santana wonders. âDonât you have to book them like three months in advance?â
âI know a guy,â Brittany teases. âNow wave to our audience. Theyâre all here to witness this, theyâve known about it all week.â
Santana fights the eyeroll and waves, âYou know, just because you fill a room full of flowers doesnât mean you win this.â
âTheyâre not just any flowers though. I did my research,â Brittany defends. âTheyâre the lesbians of flowers.â
Santana looks around the room and deadpans, âOh wow.â
âDidnât know that was a thing, did you?â
âI canât say that I did, no.â
âJust wait until part two of your gift,â Brittany tells her.
Santana looks back at her hesitantly, âWhenâs that gonna be?â
Brittany begins to smirk, âWhen you least expect it.â
Yeah, Santanaâs really regretting starting off the week strong now.
\\
When you least expect it ends up meaning later that day during Santanaâs cheer practice.
Theyâre out on the field for training because Coach Roz loves reminding everyone how much of a privilege it is to be able to practice in a heated gym. Apparently when she trained for the Olympics, their gym didnât have heating so now once a month they train without heating too.
With it being the middle of February in New York, itâs fucking cold. Santanaâs past complaining about her tits freezing off and is now just trying to get the hell out of there as fast as she can now that practice is finally over.
She almost gets away with it too, until all the lights in the stadium suddenly turn on causing everyone to stop and look around.
Santanaâs been on edge ever since the whole Lesbians of Flowers incident took place earlier in the day, so she eyes her surroundings suspiciously â waiting for Brittany to fall from the sky dressed like cupid or something ridiculous and over the top.
What she doesnât expect is to see the schoolâs Glee Club take the stands with Brittany leading them.
âOh no,â Santana mumbles as microphone feedback echoes throughout the field. âShe better not.â
âAttention all Lions,â Brittanyâs voice booms over the loud speaker. âAs a final Valentineâs Day treat, Iâve enlisted some friends to help me dedicate a little song to my favorite person ever.â
Santanaâs face suddenly feels red hot. She barely feels the cold February air now as everyone turns to look at her. If thereâs anything that embarrasses her more, itâs being serenaded in public â especially without any alcohol involved.
âThis oneâs for you, Sweet Cheeks!â Brittany says before the Glee Club starts up with their harmonizing.
As soon as they start singing Britney Spearsâ (You Drive Me) Crazy, Santana doesnât know whether to laugh or take offence. The song choice is actually kind of perfect for them in the literal sense as Santana gets to listening to the lyrics.
Obviously not every line is accurate, but Santana finds herself giggling as the performance goes on. Brittanyâs totally feeling it though; dancing along with the Glee Clubbers in her own way although she looks so out of place next to their bland, choreographed steps.
She actually ends up dancing down the bleachers and Santana eagerly awaits a misstep, but it never happens. Leave it to Brittany to be able to dance down bleacher steps while other people usually struggle coming down the things normally.
Slightly out of breath, Brittany skips over to Santana with the smuggest grin yet.
âHappy Valentineâs Day,â She says.
âHappy Valentineâs Day,â Santana replies.
âWhatâd you think about my part two?â Brittany nods over to the performance still going on.
âDefinitely not what I had in mind,â Santana chuckles.
âIâve paid them to repeat the performance until I give them a signal.â
âGive the signal now then,â Santana urges with a laugh.
âNo way, I love this song!â Brittany starts to shimmy her shoulders, âPicked it out myself, you know. Britneyâs kind of iconic.â
âBrittany likes Britney,â Santana quips. âWhy am I not surprised?â
The blonde rolls her eyes, âYou can go ahead admit defeat now.â
âIâll be doing no such thing,â Santana crosses her arms. âGameâs not over until I say it is and since public humiliation is apparently on the table â â
âA sing-o-gram is hardly public humiliation,â Brittany argues.
âMaybe if they werenât tone deaf losers then sure.â
Brittany puts a hand on her hip, âThat was mean.â
âJust keeping it real,â Santana shrugs. âBut seriously. Make them stop.â
Brittany sighs, âFine.â
Suddenly, she takes Santana in her arms and dips her. A kiss lands on her cheek but to everyone else still watching them it looks as if itâs made contact with Santanaâs lips. Santana hangs onto Brittanyâs jacket for dear life, just hoping that the girl doesnât drop her.
She doesnât and soon Santanaâs being stood upright again. The smug grin is back again as blue eyes sparkle with mischief.
âThat was your signal?â Santana questions when she realizes the singing finally stopped.
Brittany shrugs, âFelt like it fit the moment.â
âDidnât think it was a little dramatic?â
âMy adoration for you is a little dramatic,â Brittany quips.
Santana just shakes her head and laughs. She knows just what to do to give Brittany a taste of her own medicine. Like the blonde, Santana just has to wait until she least expects it.
\\
The moment happens to arise a couple weeks later when Puck mentions something about Brittany inviting him to some big Brainiacsâ match.
âI canât go though,â Puck tells Santana. âGot a hot date.â
âRight,â Santana replies â the gears already turning.
âYou busy?â He asks. âMaybe you can go instead?â
Santana smirks, âIâm one step ahead of you.â
Itâs pretty short notice, but Santana acts fast in gathering her necessary supplies. The pure embarrassment she felt on Valentineâs Day fuels her as she breaks out the posterboard and markers. She even takes it a step further and scours Brittanyâs social media for some headshots, anything that wonât go all pixelated on fabric. She narrows it down to a select few and gets to work. In all her years as a cheerleader, Santanaâs become well acquainted with showing a little spirit and her decorating skills are on point!
\\
When the night of the match finally comes, Santana arrives to the building in her freshly bedazzled t-shirt donning pictures of Brittanyâs face along side a giant Number One Nerd as well as a poster decorated in a similar fashion. Thereâs no denying who Brittanyâs number one fan truly is.
âSantana!â Tina greets her at the entrance. âHi! This is a first. Oh wow, I love your shirt!â
âJust being a supportive girlfriend,â Santana grins â loving the publicity sheâll be sure to get with Tina around. âI never get a chance to go to Brittanyâs matches with cheer practice. Thought I should go all out.â
âItâs a tough match tonight,â Tina tells her. âIâm sure you know that already. The Brainiacs will be grateful for the support.â
âBrittany will crush it,â Santana replies confidently.
When Santana gets inside, she quickly finds a spot near the front so Brittany wonât have any trouble spotting her in the crowd. Not like she could when Santanaâs holding a bright blue poster.
She walks the narrow aisle like a tightrope and settles in an empty seat between two older couples. Theyâre probably here to support someone on either team or maybe just here because they lost a bet â who knows. Santana, however, is here on a mission and thereâs nothing more exciting than the suspense in embarrassing the crap out of Brittany.
Once the match begins, an announcer strolls out to introduce the teams.
Santana doesnât pay him any mind or the geeks that slowly start making their entrance until she hears Brittanyâs name. Sheâs on her feet in an instant as she goes into full cheerleader mode.
âGo Brittany!â She calls out â her voice louder than the sound of applause â as she waves her poster excitedly. She can feel those around her staring, but she doesnât care because the look of complete disbelief on Brittanyâs face is even better.
Suddenly the couple next to her stands and starts to cheer, âGo Brittany!â
Santana eyes them curiously, wondering if she just started something or theyâre just chiming in along with her. Theyâre just as loud, if not louder, but whatâs even more curious is the way Brittany shies away from the attention.
Still though, Santana continues to wave as Brittany walks across the stage to her seat. Itâs not until Brittanyâs seated that Santana tops off her antics by blowing her a kiss then watches with a satisfied grin as she sees Brittanyâs face go red.
Safe to say, Santana won this round.
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Despite the fact that academic decathlon club is just a glorified way of saying trivia team, Santanaâs kind of surprised by how well Brittany actually does. The girl hasnât missed a question yet which is saying something because Santana hasnât heard of half of the things these questions consist of.
Another thing that sticks out to Santana is the fact that Brittanyâs the only girl on the team. She wonders what that must be like, especially considering most of the guys on Brittanyâs team seem reallyâŠfucking pretentious.
Their team captain? An absolute dickhead, Santanaâs sure of it judging by the way he didnât clap for Brittanyâs correct answer. Some team captain he is and the others just follow his lead.
And Santana doesnât know why, but seeing the way they interact with Brittany just makes her want to cheer even louder. She doesnât even care when the rest of Brittanyâs team glare at her, sheâll probably never see them again after this.
âGo Brittany!â Santana yells when Brittany answers correctly again. This time she makes eye contact with the couple next to her and explains, âThatâs my girlfriend.â
The woman blinks, strangely similarly to Brittany, âI didnât know Brittany was dating anyone.â
âBrittanyâs dating someone?â The man next to her asks. âWhat happened to Artie?â
Santana tilts her head to the side, âWhoâs Artie?â
The couple share a look while Santana starts connecting the dots. The womanâs blonde hair and striking blue eyes, the manâs t-shirt donning Brittanyâs name and face â which she didnât realize until now.
Suddenly, it dawns on her.
âWait. Are you,â Santana stammers. âAre you Brittanyâs parents?â
The woman smiles as she nods, âIâm her mom, Whitney. This is Pierce, her dad.â
The man next to her waves, âHi. Iâm Pierce.â
âI just said that,â Whitney whispers to him.
âDid you? I didnât hear.â
Santanaâs stunned, unsure of what sheâs meant to do. She already introduced herself as Brittanyâs girlfriend but Brittany doesnât need a fake girlfriend â does she? And who the hell is Artie?
Sheâs starting to panic a little as Brittanyâs reaction earlier starts to make sense. All this time, Santanaâs been sitting next to her parents and she couldnât do a thing about it! And when it comes to parents, sheâs not like Brittany. Sheâs never been the girl people take home to meet their parents!
This is unknown territory and she canât believe sheâs even thinking it but whereâs Brittany when she needs her?
âAnd you are?â Whitney asks â breaking Santana out of her thoughts.
Santana blinks, âSorry?â
âYour name, dear.â
âOh!â Santana blushes, âDuh. Sorry, Iâm Santana.â
âPretty name,â Whitney compliments.
âSantana,â Pierce repeats the name like heâs trying to commit it to memory.
Santana nods, wondering if she should be giving them the well-rehearsed spiel about their relationship or if she should just wait for Brittany. Sheâs really at a loss here and keeps looking to Brittany for some type of signal, but the girl is too focused on the trivia.
âSo you have classes together?â Whitney asks, âYou and Brittany?â
Santana swallows dryly, âYeah. We have a couple together.â
âThatâs nice,â Whitney replies. âYou know our Brittany is the first in the family to go to college? Technically sheâs gone to two so thatâs even better.â
Santanaâs brows rise at the information, âI-I didnât know that, no.â
âSheâs really something special,â She tells Santana. âWe try to go to as many of her matches as we can. Sheâs just so smart.â
âWe donât know where she gets it from,â Pierce jokes. âDefinitely not me.â
Whitney sighs through her smile, âIt did take us all by surprise.â
Santana briefly remembers her and Brittanyâs conversation on their flight back to campus. There was something about Brittany being left behind, about people not seeing her potential and giving up. It makes her wonder if her parents were lumped into that group, although itâs hard to imagine such a nice couple doing something like that to Brittany.
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When the match ends awhile later â another win for the Brainiacs â Santana anxiously awaits Brittanyâs entrance. So far the conversation with Brittanyâs parents never exceeded surface level stuff which is a relief but she can tell there are questions and she doesnât think she can answer them on her own.
âMom, dad,â Brittany greets. âI didnât know youâd be here.â
âWe thought weâd surprise you since weâve missed your last couple of matches,â Whitney says.
Brittany nods and looks to Santana.
âWe had similar ideas,â Santana explains. âBeing that Iâm a supportive girlfriend and all.â
âI see,â Brittany catches on and wraps her arm around Santanaâs waist. âIt was a great surprise.â
Whitney and Pete look between the two and start to smile.
âWhy didnât you tell us you were dating someone, Britt-Britt?â Pierce asks.
Santanaâs brows rise at the nickname, âYeah Britt-Britt. Wanna keep me a secret?â
Brittany forces a laugh as she subtly pinches Santanaâs side.
âKidding,â Santana amends.
âI was going to tell you this weekend,â Brittany explains to her parents. âIâve been really focused on preparing for this match. Itâs been a pretty busy week.â
âThatâs okay, dear,â Whitney replies. âWe just want to be kept in the loop.â
Brittany frowns, âYeah sure. Well, weâve got to get going.â
âWhat?â Santana quirks her brow.
Whitney and Pierce respond similarly, âYou donât want to go for dinner or ice cream or something? You know, like we used to?â
âSantana and I have plans already,â Brittany tells them. âMaybe tomorrow though if youâre still around.â
Whitney and Pierce exchange a look, âWe were going to drive back tomorrow morning.â
âRight,â Brittany shrugs. âWell maybe next time then.â
Santana watches as Brittany begins saying her goodbyes to her parents. She can sense the awkward tension and it makes her feel weird for intruding, but it doesnât last long as Brittany loops her arms with hers and drags her away.
âUh, what was that about?â Santana questions when theyâre outside. âYou donât want to hang out with your parents?â
Brittany ignores the questions as they get to walking, âSorry if they were annoying or anything.â
Santana grows even more confused, âThey werenât. They just want to cheer you on. How's that annoying?â
âI forgot I was talking to the captain of the cheer squad,â Brittany deflects again with a smirk.
âI'm not captain.â
Brittany looks to her, âYou're not?"
Santana shakes her head, âNope. People suspect favoritism when your step dad is the football coach.â
Brittany scoffs, âWhat's he have to do with cheerleading?â
âExactly,â Santana says before getting back on topic. âAnyway, your parents seem sweet.â
âI guess.â
Santana looks at her, âNo?â
It takes Brittany a second to answer, âThey just, they haven't always been there for me growing up. They had no problem handing me off when something more important came up, you know?â
Santana shakes her head, âWhat could be more important than their kid?â
âBeats me,â Brittany shrugs. âBut I guess they're trying to make up for that now.â
Santana nods, noticing the forlorn look on Brittanyâs face and how misplaced it looks. Her comment gets her thinking about her dad and how he wasnât around that often either, but he never let her forget how proud he was of her accomplishments. Even if he wasnât around a lot, Santana never doubted how he felt about her.
With Brittany, she doesnât think she returns the sentiment. Â
âWell, that's pretty fucked up,â Santana admits. Brittany looks back at her questioningly but Santana only shrugs, âI'd totally be there for my kid especially if they were half as smart as you.â
Brittany starts to grin and that forlornness suddenly disappears and morphs into something Santanaâs a lot more familiar with.
âDidn't know you knew how to give compliments,â Brittany quips.
Santana rolls her eyes, âAnd there you go making me regret it.â
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Maybe this is cheesy, but with all the praising on stream, I decided I wanted to just gush about my friends and people I look up to on here too. Iâm gettinâ sappy and sobby at this hour and I just wanna go out on a high note.
(Started writing this at about the half hour mark before Unus Annusâs death, and now itâs like an hour later. Gosh I just donât know when to shut up huh? lmao)
@zilthai37 - heya!â„ know you donât follow Unus Annus stuff, so this will definitely be out of no where for you, but god. Youâre too good of a person. I can go to you for literally anything and honestly I probably take it for granted. Something trivial, something serious, youâre always down to talk. Iâve never met another human being whoâs so open with talking about things and so open to learn about other people and ideals. Youâre honestly so great and so wonderful, man. I love talking to you and I just want you to know that youâre incredibly irreplaceable as a friend and a person.
@cheshiregrinnbuttoneyes - I think youâre the only friend of mine from high school that still talks to me consistently -- and thatâs so wild, considering during high school we almost never had the chance to talk. God, youâre just so passionate about your works and youâre always working on your art, and your art is so cute and wonderful. Youâre also one of the NICEST people in the world. I donât know many people who would be willing to give away what they have to support someone else. I adore talking to you and Iâm so glad I didnât lose you, and I never want to, not prematurely.
@secretly-neurotic - heyo! i dunno if youâve been watching Unus Annus at all, so this might be a little random, but I just really want to say that youâre such a great friend and such a great memelord to talk to. Your art is AMAZING and Iâm so glad that youâve had the chance to be able to spread it to more people recently. I should do a better job of reblogging it so even more people can see it, haha. I know youâve been real busy with school stuff lately and honestly i just feel really proud seeing you work towards things that youâre really interested in doing, while memeing it along the way. Tell your dad good luck with his BOTW game, hope you get your Switch back eventually lmao
@thoughtfullytired - i think of all my irl friends on this list, iâve know you the shortest amount of time, but that doesnât mean youâre any less valuable to me than any of my other friends. You always work so hard to improve your art, and youâre always so amazing at being able to express your emotions into your artwork. I love talking to you about everything, whether it be our nerd stuffs or just regular stuffs. Youâre also so incredibly kind to offer your help on Act to Flirt, completely unprompted, when I came to you just ranting about my inability to write music, haha. Hoping the best for you in school (and for your space ship!!) even though I havenât seen you in a long while.â„
@sansismybitch - ah the name sticks out in this sappy list, but itâs still a very fitting name regardless lmao. youâre honestly a really great and really inspired person. your dedication and interest in supporting those whose works you like is honestly unparalleled. i love when i get asks and memey submissions from you, it brings a smile to my day! talking to you is just so wonderful, and i know a lot of people out there would agree. i just want you to know that youâre really a wonderful person, truly.
@alch3mic - weâve not talked very long, and I know I definitely already wrote you an incredibly sappy message the other day lmao, but this write-off wouldnât feel right without saying something to you, especially since the two of us have been watching this stream together (though separately!) Youâre just so incredibly passionate with all your projects and I honestly really look up to you and what you do. Iâm always so happy seeing when you post because everything you write or draw always brings a smile to my face. Keep doinâ what you do manâ„
@teirrart - maybe we donât really talk (unless itâs some intense thirsting over milo), but I still really adore the work that you do! i think you were one of the first couple of people i followed when joining the fandom and re-joining on Tumblr here, because I adored the buttons you had on your store and bought them IMMEDIATELY haha. Itâs still kinda funny to me to realize I have a set of buttons with Ink and Lust made by you and youâve got my charms of Ink and Lust too.. itâs like a trade in a way, but Iâve just never had it happen lol. Your work is so cute, your characters are wonderful, and your stories are so emotionally driven. I adore them and adore what you do.
@tatatale - god, I still think about the drawing you did with Lust, Insans, and Ace. It brings such a smile to my face and it makes me so happy. I never thought someone whoâs artwork and comics Iâve been reading since they started and really admired would ever make something with the characters Iâve made. And you do collabs and fanarts of peopleâs others works a lot! Itâs so incredible to see. This kind of fan interaction is honestly so precious and rare. I adore your comics, I adore your art style, and youâre just so kind.
@owl-bones - weâve only talked a few times, usually passively talking about the development of our dating sims, haha, but honestly your artwork is amazing, and the work you put into what you do is amazing. sometimes I sit here, a bit jealous of just how good Bonely Hearts Club is, but itâs honestly some silly jealousy lol. You put in an incredible amount of heart and soul into every bit of that game, and itâs so clearly evident even in just the short demo weâve had so far -- everyone can see that. Youâre an incredibly talented person.
...and, well, although you two will probably never ever see this, I suppose Iâll take the chance and throw my voice to the wind anyhow lol:
@markiplier and @crankgameplays - jesus christ, Iâve been watching you two for so long now that i canât even believe how long itâs been. i was literally barely in high school. itâs so funny to me how I literally had the thought of âMan, I wish Ethan and Mark did more collabsâ when YouTube decided to recommend me the escape room video from Unus Annus, a channel that I had somehow MISSED entirely. (At that point, of course. I watched every video from then onward and the ones from the couple of weeks Iâd missed). Itâs just so wild to me to really think that... a lot of what you two have done have really shaped me today. People often talk down upon the idea of looking up to others because people can do things wrong in the future and then - oh no - now youâre suddenly regretting supporting them. But you two have never once given me that kind of vibe, and I donât feel like Iâll ever get that from you two in the future. Your work ethics and dedication to what you do really inspires me. Itâs gotten me to where I am. Unus Annus ironically made me want death less when I was at such a low point in my life, and made me realize the value of using the time I have been given. It just somehow clicked for me. So, if either of you ever do see this? Just - thanks.
Memento mori.
but also, memento vivire. Remember to live.
#zircon rambles#memento mori#i dunno what to tag this as#sappy hours with zircon?#yall i just love you guys and all my friends#i never do enough for any of you#i just want to let you all know how wonderful and great you are
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Hiya! I was wondering if I could request a one-shot with Sugawara where the reader is his best friend and secretly loves him but he doesnât know? Then maybe another person catches his attention and the reader starts to distance themselves from Suga to try to spare themselves the hurt? Then maybe turns out the other person was just using Suga/wasnât serious bout him and he realizes that the person he really loves is the reader but now theyâre staying away from him and just angst and fluff and dramatic confessions?? Sorry if itâs far too much detail, I get carried away. Your writing is amazing, keep up the fantastic work!
somebody, some body

featuring: sugawaraÂ
goddddd iâm so sorry i am late with a post AGAIN. this has been way overdue to be posted actually, and last night i finished it and was almost done with editing but accidentally lost everything i added and edited in the draft :// so thank you for being patient with me! this ended up being pretty long, so hopefully that makes up for the wait :) anyway, i really liked this idea! i have a little personal experience with this kind of situation, so it was fun to explore those feelings a bit. thanks for requesting and enjoy!
you didnât always know that you would be in love with koshi sugawara. your dynamic was always friendly, and nothing more. so where did you go wrong?
when you think back to your history with suga, you could never find yourself resenting any time you spent with him. it all started when you moved into his neighborhood and as a shy child, you didnât have the easiest time making friends. but he was a kind boy who was around your age and made it easy for you to form a bond with him. after all those years, neither one of you had changed that much. you were still reserved at heart but, he was the one who pushed you to things that you both could enjoy.Â
one is joining the high school volleyball club together. you werenât usually one to go outside of your comfort zone, but with him, you felt like you could do anything. he had you fuel your enthusiasm and you had him to thank for that. volleyball ended up being a great idea because it was quite a versatile sport that anyone could play. you found that you were quite athletic and took a liking to the libero position. there was just something exciting about digging a ball off the ground and rolling on the floor to get back up again. also, it looked pretty cool.Â
so that was great until you hurt your shoulder during a game, which ended up being more severe than it seemed. now you couldnât lift your left arm very far over your head unless you wanted to dislocate your shoulder again. it was already a tough recovery period because all you wanted to do was get back to the game.Â
he was there with you for the entirety of it and even though he mostly encouraged you, he had to make sure you knew you wouldnât do anything to hurt yourself. you felt helpless. it was the lowest he had ever seen you and he did everything he could to lift you back up again.
that was something you could never take for granted with him.Â
the thing about you and suga is that you were in constant contact, especially during school. if it wasnât sending each other funny memes or tiktoks, you were either on snapchat with each other or texting. sometimes simultaneously.Â
are you alive??Â
yeah iâm awake, unfortunately
what do u want sugar-waraÂ
whoa how are you up this early lol and sugar is my thing ok
letâs go get sweet buns before class
ur right, it is ur thing. ur sugar-wara
okay iâll meet you by the light in 15Â
there was a lonely intersection in your neighborhood with a red stoplight that seems to have malfunctioned and now the light never stops blinking. you and suga lived on the same street, with the intersection being a perfect place to literally meet in the middle.Â
âhey, sugar-- uh oh. someone doesnât look so sweet today!â
he was always so peppy in the mornings.Â
âyeah, well, maybe if someone didnât wake me up with their annoying texts..â
âif you really donât want to be woken up, youâd put your phone on do not disturb. you can thank me later for being your alarm clock.âÂ
he gave you a bright smile and a few head pats before you set off down the road to your favorite bakery which happened to be on the way to school. you didnât go every morning, but most days it was necessary for you to start your day off right.Â
âhowâs the team looking this year, mr. vice captain?â
âpretty good, actually! four first years joined the team and one of themâs over six feet tall. our blocks will be unstoppable!â
 there were several things you loved about suga but, if there was one thing you enjoyed most, it was hearing him get psyched about volleyball. even though you couldnât play anymore, his undying enthusiasm for the sport made you feel like you were living through him vicariously.Â
âand thereâs one whoâs on the shorter side, only a little taller than noya. but he seems to have so much energy and drive, itâs just-- i donât know, i have a feeling we could actually make it to nationals this year.âÂ
âwow, thatâs great!âÂ
âyou should come to practice and see them! also we just got asahi back so i need to make sure my sets really land.âÂ
âkou, you know i love watching you guys but isnât that what kiyokoâs there for?â
âwell, yeah, but you know how i play best!â
âyeah, sure. itâs not like i have anything better to do.âÂ
âyou never let me down!âÂ
 his smile never let you down.Â
it was your senior year of high school and it felt like things were going to be nothing but great.
âso...speaking of you knowing me best,â he started rather hesitantly.
âwhat would you do if i...made you dinner?â
âi...what?â
âoh, uh, oh, no. not, like, i make you dinner but, like...rei finally agreed to come around tonight and i thought iâd make something for them.â
âoh, um,â you tried to force a smile. âyeah, i think theyâd like that.â
âyeah? you donât think itâs too cheesy or anything? we havenât hung out very much but iâd thought it would be a nice way to show them that i mean what i feel, you know?â
âyeah, yeah! that sounds perfect, kou..â
if only they knew that they were so lucky.Â
you knew about this person, rei. they were your teammate and even a friend at one time. they transferred to karasuno during your second year and you bonded over your shared interest of the libero position. they didnât get to play much that season until you got injured and had to quit playing.Â
to see them fill that position so easily, it made you feel so type of way. a way that suga couldnât know because even though he was there for you, he couldnât deny his feelings. you remember when he told you that he liked them. about how heâs liked them ever since they came to karasuno and about how he was nervous to talk to them.Â
and guess what?
you encouraged him. you encouraged him to try to pursue someone who you knew and liked, so now you had to hide that you were envious of both their position on the team AND the fact that your best friend is in love with them.Â
at first, you tried to look at it as a positive point. you were still friendly with them, but volleyball was the only thing that connected you so you didnât talk to them that much anymore. but now that suga, the person youâre closest to, was talking to them, it opened up the possibility that you would be able to reconnect with them. you had to be supportive. you were his friend, his closest friend, after all.Â
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the next morning you didnât wake up from a text from suga. no, it took several snooze buttons to wake you up, which already put you in a bad mood.Â
itâs ur turn now. are u alive??
i actually woke up to my alarms, how weird. u must be dead lolÂ
also have you done the english assignment yet? i need serious help >_<
you werenât afraid to double, triple, even quadruple text him because more often than not, he did that to you. sometimes heâd even send longish paragraphs as he did later that day when classes had already started.Â
hey sorry today has just been filled with fun and thriving and good stuff! rei asked me if i wanted to meet up with them before school last night and they made me some sweet buns and they were soooo good. i think weâre going to eat lunch together with some of their friends from vbc. ugh english sucks for me too. idk why you think iâm good at it
you almost jumped at the gesture to reply. it was never this long that he would go without text you at least one dumb thing.Â
haha itâs okay donât be sorry! so i guess last night went well?
also ur great at english sugar-wara what r u talking about??
it surprised you how quickly they seemed to become so friendly. it was kinda weird that he would already be spending a lot of time with her and now meeting all her friends. he probably already knew of them though, with volleyball and everything. the thoughts of how long you would have to wait for a reply crept in your mind, but that was quickly erased by an elapsed period of only a few minutes.Â
yeah it went great! they had never had someone cook for them before, so they really liked it. this morning they told me theyâd show me how to make fried eggs bc i said i dont know how to use a stove lolÂ
wait you made a whole meal for this person and u donât know how to use the stove??
i used a crockpot and microwave ok :// donât make fun of me dingusÂ
well a stove would definitely broaden ur horizons lmao thatâs nice it went well thoughÂ
thank you i hope its going wellÂ
that conversation was truly the end of the beginning.Â
Every day after that seemed to happen the same way. youâd wake up, no text from suga. he hadnât even replied to what you last said the previous night. you didnât see him much either, but you knew who he was with probably. you would still stop by at volleyball practice where you did get to see him but they were there also. so you found yourself dipping out a lot more.Â
it just felt weird. seeing him talk to someone he didnât even know before. they didnât even know him. even when you two were on the team together, they never once showed much interest in him and now it just seemed strange that they would.Â
the transition was particularly difficult for you, as much as you didnât want to admit it. one night you were so overwhelmed with work because you had waited too long to do it. frantically texting suga was an understatement.Â
you knew you couldnât put all your reliance on him but it was weird that he wasnât replying on a school night as he was just as much a procrastinator as you. you dragged yourself through the night, trying to put together a somewhat coherent speech for english the next day. which, again, started as it had for the past few weeks. you still hadnât heard from him, but it doesnât even matter anymore. by the time he replied, it was almost embarrassing on your part.Â
oh my god y/n iâm so sorry i didnât reply sooner. i tried to get all my work done early so i could hang out with rei last night and i was asking my mom for advice and she told me to just pay attention to them as much as possible so i just wanted to be with them, you know? but i really hope you didnât beat yourself up too much about it and that you got at least a little sleep. iâm sure your speech went well :)Â
you sounded desperate for his help and meanwhile, heâs genuinely trying to show someone how much they mean to him. could you look any more stupid?Â
you didnât even want to reply but you felt like you had to.Â
no donât be sorry koshi! if anything iâm sorry i was just super frustrated in the moment and didnât know what to do. i managed to pull something halfway decent together i think so itâs all okay nowÂ
was it okay though?Â
that was when you realized that things would never be the same. youâre his best friend and thatâs simply it. you mean something to him, but not the same something that they mean to him. you couldnât go to him when you help because then youâd be taking his time away from someone who wanted to feel that special meaning. it was a hard pill to swallow, for sure. but there were still several questions that lingered in the potential of what your relationship could be.
isnât it possible to be both a best friend and a partner at the same time? you didnât see any problem with it, so why couldnât it be true?Â
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two weeks past and suga, your best friend, decided to let you in on some news.Â
going up against all these powerhouse schools is definitely tough but itâll help our team in the long run. weâre really amped to play seijoh soon but also i have an s/o now who can come and cheer us onÂ
WAIT you guys made it official?? when?
haha weâve been official for like two weeks nowÂ
oh well thatâs great!Â
(what the actual hell.)
months went by and you saw suga maybe two or three times. and only saw him, usually with the rest of the volleyball team or with rei and their friends. you texted now and then but it wasnât the same. you had to accept that it wouldnât be the same, so you did. you had a good group of friends who you spent more of your time with, as well as trying to focus as much as possible on school. entrance exams were coming up and you couldnât let this be your downfall, even though you and suga had previously talked about possibly going to the same college together. but that wasnât important anymore.Â
you had your priorities and suga had his.Â
which was the biggest reason why you decided not to go to the game against aoba johsai. you told him that you would try to make it, if schoolwork and college prep courses would lend you the chance. you were just trying to focus on yourself and work hard in on your own. you still texted him just to show that you still cared.Â
sorry i couldnât make it to the game! how did it go?
we lost :â(( we were so close tooÂ
oh no :( iâm sorry kou. but i know you guys will get them next time!
he never replied, which only made you want to grow further from him.Â
summer vacation rolled around and it was about a month out from sugaâs birthday. a strange text appeared from someone you didnât expect.Â
Hey so I wanted to get manga for suga for his bday but I cannot for the life of me remember which ones he has so can you try to casually ask him which ones he has? like the next time you guys talk about manga or something?
you felt weird that they were asking for your help, considering that they now spent more time with him than you did. but you werenât going to completely ignore them either.
to be honest we havenât talked a whole lot lately but iâll try to subtly ask himÂ
Okay awesome thanks!
what were you thinking of getting him?
Deathnote lol nothing original
hmm maybe the new aot volume?Â
Yeah, thatâs a good one. Or maybe BNHA
yeah that too! do you still want me to ask him?Â
Yeah could you?Â
yeah sure!
Yay thanks!Â
okay iâll let you know what i find out
going through with this was even worse. if it were you, youâd take him to see his favorite artist in concert. he wasnât never much of a concert guy but he would talk about how badly he wanted to go see them live. or a more lowkey and personal option would be to customize a crewneck for him. you had a knack for designing and decorating plain-looking clothes and he would try to do it himself but would always remark how much better yours always turned out.Â
but this time youâre simply the messenger and wouldnât get that chance to get him something you know heâd love. not that he wouldnât like manga, but it just seemed like they werenât putting a ton of thought into it. maybe you couldnât blame them though, it had only been a few months that they had been dating.Â
that conversation honestly seemed more out-of-the-blue than anything, but you were hoping that suga would be as oblivious as ever. it didnât even matter in the end because he never even answered your subtle way of asking. you didnât feel like double texting because a.) you hadnât done that in months and b.) it seemed too obvious.Â
in the end, you did all that you could do and told rei that you had no information to provide, even after a week had passed. that was your, now monthly, interaction with suga that month.Â
but it wasnât like you werenât thinking about him.Â
your interactions moved from text to strictly snapchat, where you would hold streaks for considerable amounts of time. but every time you seemed to break contact with him, you found yourself blaming them. but you couldnât blame them. they were with him, dating him. they had a right to claim a spot by his side. you had learned to pull back and just live your life.Â
but life didnât want you to have a great time either. albeit through a simple app like snapchat, he was the one asking you if you were okay. at this point, you would probably just deflect but somehow, you found yourself telling him about how you didnât do so well on your entrance exams, despite having done what you could to prepare for them. you just thought you were so focused to do well, but maybe it was too much focus. you told him it would be alright. another notification came through.
snapchat from sugar wara Â
you opened it to a selfie of him, one that was angled upwards to position him looking right up into the camera, his wide hazel eyes being the centerpiece of the photo. the caption simply said, âpromise?â
and that was when it happened. you felt something different in your heart like it was knocked around in your chest. you smiled at the simple response and replied, âyeah i promise!!âÂ
it felt strange, but you finally admitted it,Â
you were in love with koshi sugawara.Â
timing was, without a doubt, a demise in all of your previous relationship endeavors. you could never seem to get that part right, also coming in too fast or not knowing if you should wait. you had only hoped that someone you liked would like you just as much. so catching feelings for someone, strong feelings at that, was not part of your current life plans. let alone with suga, someone you were, at one point, extremely close to.Â
you know so much about him and what scared you was that your confession would be the only one that could mess up whatever relationship you had left with him. why couldnât you just enjoy where you stood with him? why should your selfish feeling have to get in the way?Â
stupid was an understatement as you how you felt. he was still dating rei, and that didnât look like it was going to end anytime soon. you didnât know what to do or how to cope. you can fight your feelings, but they canât change right away. and for as long as youâve known suga, the history youâve shared with him, it seemed like these feelings werenât leaving anytime soon.Â
you spent the next couple of weeks trying to get everything out, while simultaneously trying to forget. you vented about it to your friends and while most of them offered advice, you stuck with just remaining stagnant. one of them suggested that you confess to him but that was what you feared most: that your feeling would become so overwhelming that you had to do something impulsive to relieve them. he would probably never talk to you again. there was nothing you could do. he was in a relationship with someone he really likes. why would you try to ruin that for him?Â
you didnât go to any of the preliminaries, mostly because of prep courses and trying to prepare for the next round of entrance exams. you still kept up with suga and saw that they won in the game against seijoh and we now going to the finals against shiratorizawa. you swiped up on his story and typed a simple, âomg that's amazing!! see I knew you guys could do it.â you continue to scroll through your phone, not thinking that much about it until a notification popped up.
sugar wara is typingâŠ
snapchat from sugar wara
yeah it was great! Wish you could have been here though :(
me too! college prep courses seem to have been taking up all my time :P
is there any chance that you could try to find time to come to finals?Â
we've been trying to get all the support that we can
plus it would be nice to see a familiar face there :)Â
yeah i'll see what i can do to try to be there!
 wymd a familiar face? hasn't rei been going to the prelims?
they have been but we actually broke up about two weeks ago
i sort of initiated it but i promise it's okay
your eyes almost fell out of your head when you read that 2 weeks ago you were talking about how you were in love with him and were and decided to accept that it wasn't going to happen. now you're hearing that at the same time they had broken up? It seemed odd and... bittersweet.Â
oh no i'm sorry kou :(
you bit your lip as you couldn't help but ask.
wdym you initiated it tho?
so kageyama has been killing it as our setter especially with his quick attack move with hinataÂ
rei was worried that i wasn't being treated fairly bc i'm a senior and vice-captain and all that. i tried to reassure them that i just want to see our team thrive and go to nationals but they still were worried about it and would talk about how they would go to games and never see me play once
it's been hard especially that it happened right before the seijoh game and now before finals
yeah i'm sure it's been difficultÂ
but don't beat yourself don't blame yourself so much! the team needs your support just as much as it needs players. nobody could replace that :)
thanks y/n :) i appreciate you so much
although you thought you would be happy, you canât help but still feel weird about this whole thing. you felt like the ball was in your court but your bum arm couldnât receive it properly. your feelings for him had been strong and you felt like you had to pack them all the way so now it just felt wrong to let them flow out again. but now that there was no conflict of interest, did you have to hide your feelings?Â
it was more complicated than it was before. you didn't know how anything was going to play out at all and that kinda scared you. you did know one thing though, and that was how to be a loyal friend to suga because that's all you ever were from the start and that's what you could and would be for the future.
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it was the friday before the finals game.Â
you decided to stay late after school to maximize your focus on studying. it seemed to have worked because the sun was going down before you knew it. you wanted to get ahead on work so you could go to the game tomorrow. you and suga had been talking more recently and while it wasnât as much as it used to be, it was more than it had been in the past several months.Â
you quickly gathered up your things and left school for the night. the pretty orange and pink sky lit your way home through the quiet town and into the residential parts. at that point, the dark had met and light and-
ây/n! hey, wait!â
you turned to see none other than suga, jogging up behind you to catch up. you smiled at his sudden presence, looking past him to see the small group of the rest of the team.Â
âhey! funny seeing you here.â
âyeah, haha,â he chuckled, catching his breath from suddenly running a considerable distance. âare you going home?â
âyeah.â
âcan i walk with you?â
âof course.â
great! so iâm guessing you stayed late at school? youâre still wearing your uniform.â
âoh, yeah,â you affirmed, looking down at your monotonous outfit. âi just wanted to be all caught up on work and studying so i could go to the game tomorrow.â
âoh, yeah? thatâs good to hear! yeah, we were-- we just had a late practice. coach left before us but we wanted to stay a little longer.â
âi hope you guys win tomorrow, it seems like youâve been working really hard.â
âyeah, i hope so too. weâve come a long way in such a short amount of time, it just feels like we canât stop now.âÂ
you nodded in agreement. there was a beat of silence just then, and while it wasnât awkward, it felt like something was lingering in the air.
âso, um,â he spoke up after several seconds. his eyes met yours and you felt that pang in your chest again, quickly looking away. âitâs been a while, huh?â
âyeah. yeah, it has, i guess,â you laughed lightly. you reached the intersection with the never-ending blinking stoplight and you turned around to face him.
âbut i guess iâll see you tomorrow, right?â
âyeah. yeah!â
âokay, get some sleep. goodnight.â
he nodded and you grinned at him before turning around to walk the rest of the way home until his voice stopped you again.
âhey, y/n?â
âyeah, kou?â
he looked down and all around, anywhere but your face.
âi, um, i know things have been kinda weird between for a while but itâs made me realize that i missed you, a lot.â
âyeah, i missed you, too.â
âbut itâs also made me realize that i enjoy spending time with you and talking to you. like, even now, just talking to you makes me feel-- i donât know. it makes me feel at ease like iâm home. and iâd really like to spend more time with you because i, um, i really like you.â
âyou, you what?â
âi really like you, sugar.â
in all the ways you had imagined this happening, you never thought that you would feel your face fall to a frown, your heart beating in your ears. something just didnât sit right with you about it.
âi, i, i donât know what to say...â
âitâs okay if you donât! i just wanted to tell you.â
âbut why are you telling me this now?â
âdo you-- do you not feel the same?â
âno. no! iâve been wanting to hear you say something like that for so long, itâs just. you broke up with rei not too long ago and-- i donât know. something isnât right about it.â you shook your head, unsure of what you were trying to say.
âitâs how i feel,â he shrugged. âi just wanted to tell you and have a good feeling to hold onto to make tomorrow a little easier.â
you looked at him in disbelief.
âoh, so you think you can confess all that to me right before this big game and that iâll automatically reciprocate those feelings when you just broke up with someone not even a month ago? iâm not a second choice--â
âno, sugar, listen, thatâs not how i meant it at all--â
âno sugawara.â those words made him go quiet instantly. you never used his full name, there was always some sort of play on it, so this was serious.Â
âmaybe thatâs not how you meant it, but thatâs how iâm taking it. iâve been wanting to tell you for so long how i felt but i wanted to respect your feelings so i didnât. so please, respect mine. iâm not the good luck charm that you can just confess to and expect that itâll all be okay. this just isnât right. iâm sorry, koshi.Â
your voice broke as his name left your lips, tears beginning to fall. you didnât even give him a chance to respond, a rush of adrenaline telling you to quickly turn and get out of there.Â
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you didnât get much sleep that night.Â
it was hard not to think about your conflicted feelings over sugaâs confession. you had hoped for that moment for a long time but the timing simply wasnât right. how funny and ironic is that? you thought your timing was off. maybe you were meant for each other in that way. you couldnât help but let your feelings get the best of you and you were beginning to become what you feared most from him. you thought he would immediately reject you and make you feel bad about ever saying anything about how you felt. but the roles are reversed and that was the part that blindsided you the most.Â
you didnât think that how you reacted was wrong but you also couldnât imagine how he was feeling right now. he just wanted to feel good right before a big game but that backfired right in his face. some might call it karma, but part of you thought he didnât deserve it.Â
the pressure was setting in as the game went into the fifth and final set. what made it worse was kageyama wouldnât be starting that set, his nose bleeding from the spike he took to the face. suga was genuinely thrilled to be a teacher, a mentor, and a support system for his fellow teammates. he didnât mind that another, rather talented, setter had joined the team because that meant he wouldnât have to worry about passing the position over to someone who he thought didnât deserve it.Â
he almost forgot he was actually a player on the team when everyone looked to him to fill in. this was his moment and it just happened to be at the most overwhelming part of this game. Both teams were tired while simultaneously running on pure adrenaline to see who was going to come out on top.Â
suga had an opportunity, not only to start the set but be the trailblazer for their success.Â
the nerves set in as he held up the paddle with the number nine on it, kageyama holding it up with him for a moment. It was symbolic in a way. suga always thought heâd be passing the baton to him, his successor as karasunoâs official setter, but this felt just as sentimental. Suga hadnât played much this season but he got to watch the team grow into something that it once was: something great. Theyâve had their share of loss and strife but it finally seemed like they had come so far and the only direction they can go is up.Â
the nerves set in as he looked around, anywhere to ease them. His eyes automatically went to the team banner, black with the simple word âflyâ written over it, where all the school and their supporters were watching. he went down the line quickly but the wave of a hand caught his eye. his eyes shifted back and felt that familiar grin on him.
it was you.Â
âcâmon suga! You can do it!â
and so he did.Â
once the final ball hit the ground, the room was quiet with shock. it had been tight for most of the game but no one really expected this outcome. they were going to nationals. daichi, suga, and asahi embraced, taking in the satisfying feeling of victory.Â
after the awards ceremony, you were buzzing with excitement for them, trying to calmly follow the rest of the crowd out of the gym. you could tell they were somewhere along the hallway as another crowd formed to congratulate the winning team. you weaved in and out of it, even getting on your toes to see if you could spot a familiar head of gray hair.Â
you finally caught a glance at him from afar, his smile growing as his eyes locked onto yours.
ây/n!â
you mimicked his expression and found your feet moving quicker than your brain could process. he put in the same amount of haste to meet you in the middle. you both stopped at about an armâs length away from each other. his flushed cheeks and slightly red but glistening eyes held your smile as you decided to speak first.Â
âhey, kou.â
âhey, sugar.â
another minute couldnât be wasted as you finally crashed into one another. it felt better to hold somebody that you knew and genuinely loved. you could be sure that he felt the same way as he held your body tightly against him.Â

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Oh my a ship game!! So exciting! Let's do this đ
So full disclosure I haven't followed you for long, but based off your description, honestly, I ship you with Jason. I think he'd be a good match for your extrovertedness as well as all of your energy. He'd need a person who can keep up with him and he'd like someone he can always be doing stuff with, ya know? And, while I don't particularly see him as social, I think he'd admire that in an s/o, and use it as an avenue to maybe become more social himself, or at least come out of shell he's been safe inside every since becoming Red Hood. Also I think hes a good match for what you said about liking cheesy stuff but also being kinda out of about it? Yeah, I think he's kind of in the same boat there, like he wants love and affection but is just SO awkward about it sometimes, I think you two could really help each other with that! He's not super clingy but still wants you, and wants to be with you and feel loved and would learn how to give you that in return! Idk, I just can't imagine anyone but Jason when I read your description lol I ship it tbh đ
Now if it's not too much trouble could you tell me who you ship me with (romantically)? Pretty please and thank you đ
I'll try to make it short but I warn you now, I'm wordy lol I'm a woman who is bisexual but does have a strong preference for men. I'm an introvert, I like being around my loved ones but I do need space to myself sometimes and being around new people always takes a lot out of me. That's one of the reasons that I tend to hold people at arms length until I get to know them, but once I do I'm a very loyal and dedicated friend (and that goes same when you're my s/o). I think my sense of humor is one of my best qualities, I love making people laugh and Will honestly do some silly stupid shit to make you smile đ also, I think a reason I tend to be wordy is that I'm a writer! That's what I'm slowly turning into a career, I love crafting stories and entertaining people with them and I want to make my living off of what I love. I'm creative in other ways too, I cosplay and make decorations for my house as well as my own clothes. I'm just a very creative person in general. As for my love language I... honestly don't know. Probably acts of service just because I've been in a caregiver role so often in my life and do a lot to care for my family, that's actually why I'd love a partner who takes care of me, too. I want us to pamper each other with love and loyalty you know? I just want someone who loves me as much as I love them đ
I hope that wasn't too long! Also hope your week gets better, you deserve it, my dear! -Sincerely đ Anon
Omg that was so CUTEEEE brb I'll go cry cuz Jason is not real đ
The first person that came to my mind when u read your description was Dick, look, he's a care caretaker at heart but will benefit from someone who also has the tendency to look after others.
I don't mean this in a bad way, this exchange will come out as something pure and natural. It'll be nurturing and beneficial for the two of you to find someone who gives the same care you put into others or looks after you in those days you don't feel like giving anything at all.
Another thing that might be a good thing and a bad thing is that you'll have a lot space for you in this relationship. It's not that Dick doesn't care, of course not, he wants to know you're okay and also make you feel loved.
But he also likes to have his own space to recharge. His job is consuming and so is being the emotional support of a lot of people, he doesn't regret this, but he likes to have his own space sometimes. This usually happens when he's sad tho, and he can leave for days without showing signs of being alive.
Dick is supportive so I can see him cheering you and motivating you to keep writing the stories you love, it makes him happy to see you excited about your craft. He'll read whatever thing you write and even give you a few ideas if you left him.
He can also be a model if you want him to, can you do the new version of the disco wing costume?? He can wear that for Halloween lol
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