#i just want the energy to like decide on an activity. or read a whole book

[gideonisms]

I really wish I had a better coping mechanism for my brain being Tired than scrolling through different social media accounts for 7 hours. Like unfortunately there is nothing I find more relaxing than online drama that does not involve me. But I wish that my natural rest state for my brain was like, kayaking or even playing video games. But it takes so much energy to even decide what to do

[anim-ttrpgs]

something I don’t get about the disability metaphor is that for eureka monsters obviously it harms another person to eat them. the help a disabled person needs doesn’t actively harm or kill another person. Maybe it’s a difference in perspectives that cannot be resolved

(What I’m about to write could potentially sound very fucked up at first so I’m going to need to trust everyone to read the whole thing before forming an opinion.)

Also this message and response references these two posts.

Eureka’s stance on disabled people is that they (including myself writing this) are, or at least can often be, burdens.

Disabled people often require more resources to live than they are able to “give back,” which, in our capitalist and artificial-scarcity-based economy, is just about the worst thing a person can do.

Anti-ableism sentiment often focuses on the idea that “disabled people aren’t burdens, that they’re just as good and capable as everyone else,” but if they were, they wouldn’t be “disabled” would they? When you say stuff like that, you’re conceding that a person’s worth is determined by how capable they are at doing work, and then having to bend over backwards to justify thinking that a person without arms is just as valuable as a person with arms. Eureka is asking you to decouple a person’s value from how much net resources they can produce.

Often times also, the resources that real disabled people consume are human resources, and those human resources are very much capable of suffering for it. Nurses are overworked, around-the-clock care is absolutely physically and mentally exhausting, people who have to care for their elderly or otherwise disabled relatives on top of their regular jobs don’t get to have social lives or hobbies, etc.

To this end, we wrote the monsters in Eureka to be unquestionably people who “cause damage” to society by literally eating up human resources, because they have to to live, they have no other choice unless they want to just die. Your friend is gone from your life because he has to spend all his free time caring for his comatose wife after a freak car accident. Your friend is gone from your life because a vampire randomly ate him. Providing a metaphor isn't all the monsters are doing, they just work well through that lens.

And then Eureka forces you to look at these people as people, and make up your mind as to whether they have value and a right to prologue their own existence. We can’t force you to agree that they do, but if you think they don’t, then you’ll have to make that argument looking at an intelligent person with a life rather than a pure hypothetical or statistics on a chart.

There are some monsters in Eureka where, if the economy or societal structures were changed, they would stop being such severe drains on resources and could exist harmlessly within society, and there are some monsters where no imaginable amount of societal change would solve the problems they cause. This is true of disabled people IRL as well. Some of them would require no further assistance with living if certain things about society changed, and others would still require a massive amount of human resources.

And even when it’s not necessarily human resources, the extra resources that disabled people need also cause huge energy expenditure and create huge amounts of plastic waste, which are things that contribute to global warming and pollution, which do have significant harmful effects on everyone’s lives. Despite this, they are still “worth it” to keep around.

As for actively causing harm, that happens too. I randomly scrolled past this post after we got this message and saved it so I could link it here.

This person and their family had to cause a big stink in a restaurant just to get an accommodation that they needed, and to us reading it from their perspective, we’re obviously on their side, but I can assure you that the overworked staff at that restaurant didn’t see it that way. They saw the disabled person as an aggressive Karen whom they would never in a million years want to have to provide customer service to. The disabled person & family had to get aggressive, and ruin the staff’s day, to get what they needed. That’s actively causing harm - harm we all agreed was justified to cause - but harm nonetheless.

Plastic straws aren’t that big of a deal for global pollution, but even if they were, the point is that this person still would have needed a straw. It doesn’t line up one-to-one, because metaphors rarely do, but a vampire asking if they can drink someone’s blood, and being told No, may find themselves in much the same position. (And if you bring up that some people find vampires really sexy, you’re missing the point. “I would give them a straw if they had sex with me.” is not actually a great thing to announce about yourself.)

I can also come up with an example from my own life. I personally am very sensitive to noise and noise pollution. If there’s music playing at a public space, I usually can’t handle it. (Earplugs don’t work for other reasons I won’t get into - plus, if I just deafen myself to all sound, how can I socialize with anyone in this public space?)

If I want to exist in this space, I will have to actively cause harm to everyone there, or else stop existing in that space. I will have to go up to whoever is responsible and ask them to turn off the music, actively taking it away from everyone else who was enjoying it. I have to take action to ruin their good time if I want to exist in that space at all, and they might, very understandably, be pissed off at me for doing that. Because, like I said in this other post, the people that monsters eat do have a right to prevent themselves from being eaten by monsters. We aren't proposing that the solution is everyone has to line up to be mauled to death by monsters or else they're a bad person.

Who has a greater right to enjoy themselves in that space? That’s the kind of question that Eureka poses, and makes you consider both sides as human being rather than denoting one as just an ontologically evil villain to be destroyed.

We actually don't know of perfect solutions to all the problems presented by the existance of monsters in Eureka, we just know that "exterminate all people who are parasites and burdens to society" ain't it.

[plutoslastwords]

Obsessed with baby Norris!!! Do you think you could cook up some hurt comfort for us? Or even a sick baby Norris xx

sick day

lando norris x daughter!reader

summary: for the first time, baby norris picks up a bug, lando has to cope with his darling girl feeling under the weather

w/c: 1.2k

warnings: vomiting!!!! not super graphic but if you have emetophobia and feel like this may not be for you pls don't feel the need to read :)

a/n: on a writing spree atm, idk what's happening to me

~~~

Generally, you were a pretty healthy child, much to Lando’s relief, he’s not sure if he could manage seeing you ill. It would probably be harder for him than you. You manage to charge through your first 18 months of life without having any major illnesses, maybe a cough or a snotty nose here and there, but all toddlers have a cough, it’s a rite of passage. 

When you turn about 1 and a half, Lando enrolls you in a playgroup, somewhere that you can go whilst he works, where there are people to look after you and play games with you. You can make new friends, and he can meet more parents, you both love it.

However, it doesn’t seem to occur to him that the playgroup is literally a walking germ fest. A room full of 1-3 year olds who’s favourite activity is to stick their grubby hands into anything and everything that they see. Therefore, it comes as a bit of a surprise to him when you fall ill, and he doesn’t really know how to cope.

You normally come to wake him up as soon as the sun has started to think about rising over the horizon, jumping on his bed with a ‘daddy!!!!’, and shaking him awake. This morning, however, Lando wakes up before he even hears a peep out of your room. He doesn’t think much of it, presuming that it’s probably because you stayed up a little later last night, and you had had a long day the day before. 

He goes to the kitchen to start making some breakfast, deciding to let you have a little lie in, maybe he’ll drop you off at playgroup a bit later today. Unfortunately, his plans are all halted when you finally come into the kitchen, pale and in tears.

“Daddy, I don’t feel good…” You mumble, rubbing your tear filled eyes. 

“Oh god baby… you don’t look super well… come here, let Daddy feel your forehead..”

You toddle over, slowly, the usual spring that you have in your step gone, your walk turning into more of a slump than anything. As soon as you get within reasonable distance of where he is at the kitchen counter he scoops you up into his arms, placing the back of his hand against your little forehead. 

He winces when he can immediately tell that you’re feverish, “God, you’re burning up angel…” he mumbles, “Do you feel like you’re gonna be sick?”

He curses in his mind when you reply with a weak nod, “Okay baby, we’re gonna get you nice and comfy on the sofa, not gonna go to playgroup today I don’t think…”

You rest your head on his shoulder as he carries your fragile form over to the big sofa, gently wrapping you up in a nice fuzzy blanket.

“Is there anything that you want, baby? Some water?”

You just shake your head, squeezing your eyes shut as if you were trying to will the illness out of your body. Lando’s heart hurts at your desperate form. 

“My poor angel…” He sighs, running a hand through your messy hair, “Daddy’s gonna stay with you all day, okay? You’re gonna start feeling better…”

That prompts a small smile from you, you like the idea of having a whole day with him, but it’s nothing compared to the normal grins that you flash at him when he suggests something like that. 

For a while you two just sit on the sofa, you going in and out of slumber whilst resting against his chest. At one point he decides that even though you’re not feeling great, you should probably eat something, if not your energy would collapse completely. 

Detaching himself from you, he places a kiss to the top of your head, heading into the kitchen, passing by the discarded breakfast from earlier, and grabbing you just a plain slice of toast, he didn’t want you having anything too flavourful, worried that it would just make you feel even more ill. 

He returns with a glass of water along with the toast, “Baby, can you try to eat this for me, please? It might make you feel a bit better…” he asks softly. 

“‘M not hungry daddy..” You mumble back in response, your little hands clutching tightly onto the blanket that you’re wrapped in.

“I know darling,” he sighs, “but you still gotta eat… just a few bites for me? Please?”

He comes over to sit back next to you, ripping off a small bite size portion of the toast, and coaxing it into your mouth. You reluctantly accept it, chewing it slowly and seeming to have a bit of a struggle to swallow, but you manage it in the end, which gives him a slight sense of relief. 

Although you manage a few more pieces of the toast, it doesn’t take long until your sick body decides that you can’t take it anymore. This leads to the first trip to the bathroom of the day, Lando’s heart breaking as your little body shakes with your retching. 

After cleaning you up, he takes you back into his arms, carrying you back over to the sofa, “Try to go to sleep, my darling… you might feel better for a nap…”

You give him a slight nod, snuggling into your plethora of blankets and pillows, starting to doze off. As you sleep, he rubs your hair, his chest aching with sympathy of how you must be feeling, his poor, darling, angel girl…

By lunchtime you seem to have improved, albeit only slightly, still feeling horrible, but you can stomach a couple bites of a plain biscuit without needing another trip to the bathroom. At this point, Lando is more worried about how hot you’re getting, even though you demand that you’re very cold. 

Much to your dismay, he grabs an ice pack to put on your head, to help and control your rapidly growing temperature. As much as you hate it, it does help to make you feel a bit better.

“That a bit better, my love?”

“‘S cold daddy…”

“I know my love… but the pesky bug has made your body all hot, we gotta cool you down, don’t want you going up in flames!”

You let a slight giggle out at that, giving hope to Lando that you’re feeling at least a little better, if you’re able to laugh at him. 

For the rest of the day, Lando stays by your side, letting you watch all the cartoons that your little heart desires on the TV, pretending to be just as interested in them as you are. 

When it reaches dinner time, you are definitely much perkier, giggling almost like you do when you’re fully healthy as Lando pulls funny faces at you.

“Daddy…”

“Yes, my angel?”

“Can I be sick everyday?”

“Everyday? My love, why would you wanna feel yucky all the time?”

“Cause I could be with you all day… watch cartoons…”

He nearly breaks down in tears right then and there.

“Oh, my angel, you’d get bored of me eventually… you wouldn’t get to go to playgroup! Wouldn’t be able to see all your friends!”

You hum, seeing his point, “But I like having a daddy day…”

“I like it too, baby…” He smiles, pressing numerous kisses to your forehead as he holds you close in his arms. “Daddy loves you, okay? You don’t go forgetting that…”

“Love you more, Daddy..”

~~~

a/n: tysm for reading!!! requests are always open x

[gatorbites-imagines]

I’m SO in love with your Dick x Wally x male Thanagarian reader HCs! I’ve read through them multiple times, and they’re stuck in my head 🥰🥰💖💖💖

I wasn’t the one who requested it, but would I be able to ask for more from them, with a mix of SFW and NSFW HCs? 🙏

Dick Grayson x Wally West x Thanagarian male reader

Headcanons

I’ve been stressing about my job situation since I quit my internship, as I still need an income, and all job postings around here I can do start in April. So, like any healthy person, im ignoring these feelings by writing.

You guys dating wouldn’t change too many things, as you guys were already close and spent a lot of time together. You guys become a lot more affectionate, which is new for you but not for Dick and Wally as they had already been dating for a long time.

They plan most of the dates in the beginning, as you are still trying to figure out what would work for your human lovers. Thanagar has different traditions and habits, so humans being so lax and creative is new even after this long.

Dick and Wally are both giddy when you decide to plan a date all on your own. You end up stressing yourself way too much, wanting it to be perfect, that you get help from some of the other titans.

I think your boyfriends would be happy with anything, even just going to your hideout and sitting around eating pizza and watching a movie. But seeing all the effort you put into it makes them happy.

On your guys one year anniversary, you give them rings made out of nth metal, possibly even made from small pieces of your wings, so you are always with them in one way or another.

This makes Wally and Dick both pout as they now think their gifts arent good enough. Of course, you don’t think so, anything they’ll give you is good, but they want to do something as meaningful as you did.

Expect something personal and sweet in the coming days. It doesn’t have to be expensive or anything, but its something that means something to all of you. You just feel flustered about it, but accept the pampering.

They of course don’t go beyond your boundaries, something you return as well, since you love your boyfriends as much as you can and they love you in return.

You don’t have any family on earth, there’s Carter and Shayera, but they aren’t really your family and you guys have different values. Luckily for you, your boyfriends have active families. It takes longer for the bats to welcome you, but at this point you’ve been on earth long enough to be trusted.

When it comes to the bedroom, Wally and Dick are much more comfortable than you are in the beginning. They already know each other inside and out, literally, and the first times you feel almost like an outsider.

They obviously don’t allow you to feel left out, and the first times you guys sleep together is a lot of just learning each other, figuring out what feels good and what you are all comfortable with.

I like to think Wally asks about you wearing your wings at least once when you guys are doing it, and you counter it by saying he should keep the flash suit on then. You hadn’t expected him to do it, but he does. Dick ends up doing it too, wearing the Nightwing suit. And who wouldn’t love that.

It lets you live out a couple of fantasies you’ve always had but never allowed yourself to indulge in, since you didn’t want to disrespect your friends and their relationship.

It’s pretty lethal to not have just one boyfriend with a lot of energy, but two. And one of those boyfriends has little to no rest between rounds. I could imagine Dick jokes about how its good that you came along, so you can switch out who’s fucking Wally so the other can rest.

They both love hickeys and you leaving them on them, since the whole being marked by you gets their blood pumping. They both love leaving them just as much though, so you end up starting to wear a high-collar outfit when you go out as your crime fighting persona.

It can be hard to find time where all three of you can spend personal time together. Theres always something going on in your personal cities, so there is a lot of one on one time. But I can imagine you guys make a habit out of calling whoever isn’t there, and letting them listen through their earpiece, if possible.

It gets kinda awkward for Dick a couple of times where the other bats, mostly Babs, checks in on his comms, only to hear Wallys needy gasping and whimpering and your deeper grunts and groans, as you describe in crude detail what you are doing to your shared boyfriend.

Babs might even be a bit impressed that Dick can keep up with his usual flips and kicks, taking out criminals like usual, and not letting what hes hearing distract him.

When he finally finishes up and gets back to wherever you guys are, Dick would dive right in, even if you and Wally had already washed up and were cuddling.

Luckily Wally is always raring to go, and it’s easy to get you worked up, just watching and listening to them. At the end of the night/early morning everyone is satisfied and happy, even if Wally has to be the one doing all the cleaning and morning cooking.

[dailynnt]

FRIENDS WITHIN TOUCHING DISTANCE

⊹ Summary: Jungkook and you, his childhood friend, live together in an apartment, sharing space as roommates. Your relationship, built on years of friendship, is gradually becoming strained by growing sexual tension. You decide to become friends with benefits, trying not to complicate your feelings. But Jungkook's world is not so simple. When you begin to realize that he is hiding something, you open the veil of his double life - a world of mafia, criminal activity, and risk that could ruin not only your deal, but everything you valued in each other.

⊹ Couple: Jeon Jungkook/ Fem!Reader

⊹ Characters: The Reader, Jeon Jungkook, Park Jimin, Kim Taehyung, Min Yoongi, Kim Seokjin, Kim Namjoon, Jeon Hoseok.

⊹ 🔞 Age restrictions: 18+

⊹ 👩🏼‍❤️‍👨🏻 Relationships: ⚤

⊹ 📘 Number of part: 22/30

⊹ 🖇️ Tags: best friends, friends with benefits, slow longing, sexual tension, protected sex, unprotected sex, alcohol, drunken sex, inexperienced main character, mafia au, illegal trade, deaths of minor characters, weapons, swear words.

⊹ 👩🏼‍💻 From the author: My dearest friends, another part for all of you❤️‍🔥 How do you like this reconciliation? I hope you like it 🥺🥹🙏🏻 Let me know in the comments how you like the new part 👀 🤭

⊹ 🫂 Dedication: For you, my love @myjungkookthighs. You are my favorite person 😘🥰 You know that I appreciate you so much and LOVE you🥰💜

⊹ ⚠️ Warning: English is not my native language, so there may be mistakes in the text. Please don't get mad at me too much! Those under 18, please don't read this story!

⊹ 📋Tag list: @myjungkookthighs, @notsevenwithyou, @nikkinikj, @lovelyyylunaa222, @jiminiemanura, @jalexad, @kelsyx33, @bhonbhon, @unholyforjk, @ambiee3, @mianhae-baozi, @someoneelse0109, @medstudentlifestyle, @mskookie (If anyone wants to be in my tag list let me know)

≣ Chapter Index ↓

Part 22. Stop resisting. We are inevitable.

The days went by one after the other, but they all seemed like one terrible, unbearable day. They were all the same. You focused more on your work. You worked night shifts for a week, and day shifts and another week. You ate almost nothing, and your condition after breaking up with Jungkook was even worse than before. You thought it would be easier if you put an end to it and moved on. But no. Not having Jungkook in your life makes it unbearable.

Doohoon kept pressuring you and bothering you with his presence. After the incident in the car and his threats to show his "true face," you became even more cautious about him. Anxiety was present in you every time he appeared, even though he smiled at you with the most sincere smile he ever made. He assured you that he just wanted to be your friend, and that he didn't want to be romantically involved. He offered you to rely on him to make your feelings return to normal.

Of course, you didn't agree, but you didn't tell him openly. You kept Doohoon at arm's length, just like before, but your reaction to him was no longer so sharp. You became indifferent to him and eventually to everything around you.

Jungkook didn't show up after your conversation. He just disappeared, just like you wanted him to. But why does it hurt so much? It should be simple and easy for you that his criminal life won't have any impact on you. That this whole horrible, evil world doesn't apply to you.

You walked down the road to the campus. Study is about to start in a few weeks, so you try to come to the university library as often as possible to start working on your graduation project.

After your night shift at the store, you decide to go to a coffee shop to get some energy. It's right on your way, and the coffee here is much tastier than in the cafeteria on campus.

You go inside and are greeted by the pleasant aroma of coffee that envelops you from head to toe. The last week the weather has changed from snowy to rainy. The air temperature has risen, and because of this, it is now raining every day instead of snowing. It seems that the weather feels your condition and is ready to share the pain of a breakup and unrealized love with you.

The cafe is crowded and the quiet murmur of voices against the background of jazz music creates a particularly cozy atmosphere. It seems that it is early spring and not the middle of winter.

You go to the cash register, wanting to order a strong coffee to make you feel more alert. You look at the menu above the counter and hear a familiar voice.

This voice is soft, with high pitched notes, but with a bass that is characteristic of a man. Voice cheerful and pleasant, and it doesn't match the weather outside the windows of this cozy coffee shop. You catch a whiff of peach as the man you recognize as Jimin turns to leave.

Your eyes meet and you are overcome with a mixture of regret, shame, and guilt. Your last encounter with Jimin was unpleasant, even though he always treated you with care. He was Jungkook's best friend and you loved him the most out of all his friends.

The last time you saw Jimin, you called him a thug and refused to go to the hospital with him. You remember the disappointed laugh that came out of his mouth then. Your emotions were so strong at that moment that you didn't even think you could offend Jimin with such words. You don't know if he was really offended by you then, but his laughter seemed hysterical to you.

Jimin raises his eyebrows, clearly not expecting to see you today. He smiles broadly and almost instantly comes over to hug you. When you feel his embrace with the smell of peach, you relax.

"Y/N, what a meeting. Where else would I have met you?" - Jimin says as he lets go of you. You smile. It seems to be the first time in a very long time. Your lips are stretched and unusually tight. A smile has forgotten how to grace your lips.

"Hi." - You say quietly. Jimin acts as if nothing has happened. You're glad he didn't turn away from you.

"Please have a large cup of hot chocolate." - Jimin orders for you, because he knows you love it. "Are you in a hurry? Let's sit for twenty minutes." - Jimin suggests. You agree. The two of you walk over to an empty table by the window and sit down across from each other. Jimin, in a gentlemanly manner, helps you take off your outerwear and hangs it on a hanger near the table.

He takes off his black Saint Laurent coat, which emphasizes his elegance even on a rainy day. He is wearing a dark gray cashmere turtleneck and classic black pants. His clothes look expensive to emphasize his status. When he sits down and puts his hands on the table, his Rolexes sparkle in the light of the lamps.

He smiles at you, and you automatically do the same.

"You look tortured." - Jimin states, having studied you for just a moment. You look away and stare at the raindrops running down the glass.

"I'm fine." - You're lying. You seem more to yourself than to Jimin. "It's just that I'm working night shifts now, and I didn't sleep much today because I had to go to university." - You explain, and it sounds plausible even to you. Jimin takes a few sips of coffee from his paper cup, he wasn't going to sit in the cafe so he took it to go.

"So you went to university?" - He asks. "Where do you work?" - He asks you questions one after another. You hold your gaze on him and think he's pretending to be clueless. Jungkook has obviously told Jimin everything because they are best friends.

"At the convenience store." - You answer softly, to only one question.

"It sucks. There's probably a lot of vagrants there at night, right?" - Jimin is worried. You look at his expensive image and he doesn't fit in with the interior of this place at all. He shouldn't be worried about you, because you're basically a stranger to him. Even though you've known him for a long time. You realize that he's not the Jimin you saw in the first months of your friendship, but he looks a lot like him.

"No. There hasn't been a single one since I've been working there. It's a residential area, where mostly couples with children and old people live. That's why I work well there." - You say sincerely. Jimin smile again and brings you a large brown cup of hot chocolate garnished with marshmallows. You grimace a little, you don't like marshmallows, you didn't tell the waiter that. So you have to drink with whatever you have.

"I should have ordered you a double espresso, not a hot chocolate." - You hear Jimin's disappointed voice. You look up at him.

"It's okay. I actually wanted to have chocolate, I've been craving sweets lately." - You say with a smile. You are uncomfortable, and you want to find an opportunity to apologize to Jimin for what you said in the warehouse.

"You lack love, so you want sweets." - Jimin says playfully, but it doesn't elicit the reaction he expected. You look down at the cup and the smile falls from your lips.

"Maybe." - You say quietly. Jimin feels uncomfortable. He knows what you're thinking. He shouldn't have joked, you're obviously suffering right now. "What are you doing here, by the way?" - You change the subject so that Jimin doesn't develop the previous one.

"Oh. I have a meeting nearby. Besides, I love the coffee they serve here." - He replies amiably. You press your lips into a thin line and shake your head.

"I love their coffee, too. I stop here all the time on my way to campus." - You say. Your conversation is getting tense. It's mostly your fault.

"Jimin..." - You call out to him. He looks at you carefully.

"Yes, dear." - He replies. You bite your lip, preparing to apologize so that the atmosphere between you will soften.

"I'm sorry for what I called you at that day." - You slur your words. Jimin raises his eyebrows to see what you're talking about. He thinks for no more than a couple of seconds, and then raises his eyebrows.

"You were rude." - He says with a smile, realizing why you're apologizing. "You really think I'm..." - He leans across the table, closer to you, and whispers. "…a thug?" - You look up at Jimin's face, which is not that far from yours. He looks at you demandingly, but he has a playful smile on his face.

"No..." - You say quickly. But you think he's a bandit. So he is. "I mean... I wanted to say..." - You stammer. Jimin laughs out loud, and leans back, leaning against the back of the couch.

"Relax, Y/N. I'm joking. It's your right to call me what you think I am. Of course I'm were upset, but not because of what you called me, because it's basically true. I'm was more upsetter that you refused to come with me. I thought we friends." - He said more seriously. You couldn't look him in the eye while he was talking, but when he finished speaking and you heard what he said, you paid attention to him. Jimin takes a sip of coffee and looks at you carefully.

"I'm sorry. I was in a terrible state at the time. I heard terrible things about Jungko..." - You stammer as you almost say Jungkook's name. "...I was scared. That man told me about your methods, and I couldn't react to all of you any other way..." - You say, justifying yourself. Jimin is silent. You take a nervous deep breath. At that moment, Jimin's phone rings. You see the inscription "unknown number" upside down, as his phone was lying there in that way. Jimin nods apologetically and picks up the phone.

You take a sip of chocolate, warming your hands from the cup, and freeze when you hear Jungkook's voice on the other end of the line.

"Are you at the coffee shop?" - Jungkook asks Jimin in a serious voice.

"Yes." - Jimin answers looking at you. Your breathing quickens. And you realize that Jungkook is somewhere nearby. Did Jimin hold you up on purpose so you could see him, or was it a coincidence? "I'm at the far table. By the way, you have no idea who I met." - Jimin says with a smile. You feel panicked that you're about to see Jungkook. But it's too late to run away. You hear the door of the coffee shop open. You can hear the sound of the rain-soaked road under the wheels of cars.

Jungkook is standing in the doorway. He is wearing a black jacket and a hood. His eyes are almost invisible, but when he pulls the hood off his head, your eyes linger on each other. You can feel your insides pulling into a tight knot. Jungkook walks to your table without taking his eyes off you. Unlike him, you have long since turned away.

Jungkook takes off his clothes and throws his wet jacket on the hanger. He approaches the table and sees only you. Jimin's sly smile shines brighter than the lamps in the coffee shop. Jungkook will be indebted to him for this meeting and for he holding you back.

"Jungkook-ah. Hello. I'm here, I still exist." - Jimin jokes, you heard. However you only look at the cup of drink and are already planning your escape.

"Hi." - You hear above your head. Jungkook greets only you. Against the backdrop of your heartbeat, you can hear Jimin's laughter, surprised that Jungkook doesn't notice him.

You slowly look up and your heart skips a beat. No, not even two, because Jungkook is smiling slightly. He's so handsome. He looks so familiar. His hair is tousled because he wears a hoodie. He looks so sweet.

"Hi." - You say quietly. You expect Jungkook to sit down at the table next to Jimin, and you can quickly run away, pretending that Suyong is waiting for you at the university. But your mistake was that you sat by the window and the seat next to you was free. Jungkook sits down right next to you and thus blocks your ability to escape quickly.

The situation could not have been worse for you. Jungkook sits almost within touching distance. The sofas are not that big and his thigh is almost touching yours. He orders coffee from the waiter who has come to your table. The skinny guy takes the order and leaves.

You feel your hands shaking and try not to look at Jungkook. His presence affects you too much. The silence between you is so tense that it seems as if even the noise of the coffee shop has been silenced. Jimin is the first to break it.

"What a meeting, huh Jungkook?" - His voice is filled with amusement, but his gaze remains vigilant.

"Yeah." - He says, looking at you. There is an uneasy silence between you. Jimin clicks his tongue.

"My styling today is not going to hold up under the pressure of the tension like that’s, guys. What's going on?" - Jimin jokes and wants to know why you haven't made up yet.

"What are you talking about?" - Replies Jungkook without even looking at Jimin. His attention is completely focused on you.

"Why does our lovely friend look like she's about to run away?" - Jimin is enjoying the situation, and his sly smile only adds to your discomfort.

"I'm not running away!" - You say, but your voice gives you away. It sounds weak and trembles a little. Jungkook ignores Jimin's question and turns to you.

"I'm glad you didn't do it." - Jungkook says. You can't answer, just nervously clutch your hot chocolate cup. The waiter brings Jungkook's coffee, and you are grateful for the break in the tense silence. Jungkook takes the cup, takes a slow sip, and then, looking at Jimin, adds.

"So why did you call me here?" - Jungkook asks. You look up at Jimin and give him a disgruntled look, suspecting that he's arranged your meeting. But it's unlikely. Jimin didn't know he was going to meet you, and you've been sitting here for less than 10 minutes. Looks like he and Jungkook had arranged to meet here before Jimin meeting you.

Jimin finishes his coffee and leans hands on the table, crossing his fingers.

"Yoongi has a task for you." - Jimin says, and you're surprised that they're having a business conversation in front of you.

Jungkook's eyebrows raise, giving Jimin a half-surprised, half-annoyed look.

"Task?" - He asks dryly, as if trying to figure out why he sounds so... casual. His gaze quickly slides to you, checking your reaction.

You involuntarily straighten up, trying to hide your interest. Jimin, of course, notices this and just smiles his trademark playful smile.

"Don't worry, it's not such a secret if you know who we are." - He says, turning to you. "We trust you, Y/N. Well, at least I do."

Jungkook sighs, pausing, and then turns to Jimin with obvious irritation in his voice.

"Maybe you should tell me what the task is first. And why couldn't Yoongi have told me that himself?" - Jungkook asks indignantly. Jimin just shakes his head slightly, as if he's amused to see Jungkook getting annoyed.

"Yoongi is busy with more important things right now. He can't tell that over the phone, so he asked me to tell you in person. He said it's urgent and you should take care of it right away." - Jimin replies, leaning back on the back of the couch. You tense up, wondering why Jimin is acting like this. You look from one to the other in puzzlement, not understanding how anyone can talk about such things in the presence of a third party.

"And you thought the best place to say me about an errand was in a coffee shop?" - Jungkook says sarcastically, leaning forward. Jimin pretends not to hear his tone and continues calmly.

"You need to find a person. He's gone, and so is important information. You have to find he by the end of the day." - Jimin opens his phone and clicks something on it. A few seconds later, you and Jungkook hear his phone vibrate which lays on the table. You look at the screen of Jungkook's latest iPhone and see a photo of you on the screen saver. You can barely see your face, but you know it's your photo from social media. Your heart is sinking.

Jungkook notices your look and quickly picks up the phone.

"I sent you all the information you need." - Jimin says and stands up. "I'm going to the restroom." - He explains his action to you and walks away. You know for sure that Jimin gave you time to be alone. But you're nervous and don't know what to talk about with Jungkook. You look at the time on your phone and worry that Suyong is really waiting for you. Jungkook looks over at you, and something warm appears in his eyes.

"How you doing, baby?" - He asks. His velvety voice penetrates every cell in your body.

"I'm doing well." - You answer, not knowing what else to say. Jungkook looks at your face greedily. He notices the bags under your eyes and his heart sinks. He also notices that you have lost weight. But you don't look worse.

"You must eat well." - He says gently. You look at him. His gaze is more stern than his voice.

"I am eating well." - You say. You feel something cold melting in your chest. Seeing Jungkook after all this time was actually a relief.

"You can't fool me." - Jungkook says. He unconsciously reaches out and touches your face. You are frozen and cannot move. His warm hand makes you forget how to speak. "I miss you." - Jungkook confesses. He smiles sadly. "I want you to know that."

You try not to cry. You swallow nervously and clear your throat. Jungkook fixes a curl that has gotten on your face.

"Really?" - You ask, trying to keep your voice firm. "You missed me, but you haven't come for how long?" - You sound slightly reproachful. Jungkook hums.

"You don't want me around, do you? I gave you your personal space." - He says as if defending himself. You turn away, telling him not to touch you. You regret that you didn't express yourself correctly. Now it's clear to Jungkook that you've been waiting for him all this time. "Or did you want me to be more assertive?" - He asks you playfully. You look at Jungkook and raise your eyebrows to show your displeasure.

"No." - You say. "You don't need to be pushy. Because we decided it's better for us to be strangers." - Jungkook shakes his head as if mocking. His expression irritates you. Does he think he can behave like this towards you?

Jungkook stares at you for a long few seconds, and his smile grows even wider, but there's a subtle mixture of disappointment and sadness in his eyes. He leans back on the couch as if he's trying to give you some space, but he still keeps his eyes on you.

"Strangers?" - He repeats, his voice sounding slightly mocking. "An interesting concept for two people who don't seem to want to be strangers at all." - He says. You sigh as you feel his words breaking through your defenses. You realize that it's time for you to leave. And not just because Jungkook is pressuring you. You realize that it's better to leave than to continue this dialog. You grab your phone and stand up.

"Please let me out. I'm going to be late." - You say coldly. Jungkook stands up and takes half a step back. You move to leave the table and don't expect Jungkook to stop so quickly. You almost bump into his broad chest. You look up at him to ask him to leave and meet his serious gaze. He towers over you, making you feel like he takes up all the space around you.

"Baby, tell me right now. Do you want me? Do you want to be mine?" - Jungkook demands an answer from you. You're nervous about the way he's phrasing his questions. You look at each other. "If you say you want me, I'll do my best to make you happy with me." - You don't know what to say. Because the obvious answer is that you want Jungkook and you need him. But it's complicated. It's just like he said. You can't get back together because the circumstances say it's impossible.

"You know my conditions, Jungkook. Otherwise, our feelings are meaningless." - You answer, standing your ground. Jungkook curls his lips into a smile.

"Tell me." - He demands, leaning in close. Your breaths come faster. You don't move, trying not to give in to him.

"What do you want to hear?" - You ask rhetorically. Jungkook freezes a few centimeters away, hypnotizing your lips.

"Admit that you want me to come back. I know you love me. Then why are you resisting your feelings and mine?" - He asks. You resist because you want to live in peace. You want to be a normal person and not belong to the world of shadows.

"Go away." - You say firmly, without admitting it. Jungkook tilts his head slightly but doesn't move away.

"You have to give me an answer first, otherwise I'll take your silence as a positive answer." - Jungkook says. You give Jungkook a killer look. You admit that you want him, but in your mind. You are on fire from his closeness and his gaze on you.

You will never admit it to him. Because you think it's the right thing to do. But you decide to leave the door to your heart open for him. You put your hands on his chest and push him so that he takes a step back.

"I hope we won't see each other again." - You say casually, but with a clear challenge in your voice. You picked up your jacket, left the money for the chocolate on the table, and left the coffee shop, saying goodbye to Jimin as he returned from the restroom.

Jungkook sat down at the table, smiling. He got your hint. You won't be without his attention for long. Jungkook seemed to have a fire inside him. You will be his to forever very soon.

"What are you smiling about?" - Jimin asked as he sat down across from his best friend. "Did you finally make up?" - Jungkook notices Jimin when he said.

"Not yet." - He says, and he can't stop thinking about your expression and tone of voice.

"Then why are you so happy?" - Jimin asks curiously. Junguk doesn't answer and gets up from the table.

"See you later, hyung." - Jungkook says goodbye and leaves the coffee shop in a hurry.

It's been a busy day. You spent a lot of time in the campus library with Suyoung, working on your graduation project for the university. In the evening, you felt tired but satisfied with the work you had done. At about eight o'clock, you said goodbye to your friend, took the bus, and headed home.

As you approached your driveway, you saw a figure standing next to a familiar gray Volvo. A familiar face that made your shoulders tense - it was Doohoon. You walked closer. When he noticed you, he broke into a smile.

"You're not answering my calls again." - He said with a reproach that didn't interest you at all.

"I was busy. I didn't hear your calls. What are you doing here?" - You asked, trying to stay calm, although the irritation in your voice was still noticeable.

"I was waiting for you." - He replied as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "I thought we could have dinner together." - He suggests. You try not to roll your eyes.

"I've already had dinner." - You say. "Besides, I'm tired..."

"You promised me yesterday that we would have dinner together tonight. And before that, you postponed your promise several times." - He reminds you. You tense up. You don't even remember what you promised him about dinner.

"Did I really do that?" - You ask, smiling slightly to make Doohoon soften.

"Yeah, candy." - He smiles back at you and it works. "But I'm a good friend. I understand that you're tired and want to rest."

"Right." - You say, agreed with his words.

"But it's not nice to deceive your friend like that. So..." - He continues. And you feel like you're getting tired of standing next to him. You smile and put up with him a little longer. "I'm giving you a choice: either we go to your place now and order a pizza. Or you're coming to dinner with me tomorrow, even if you've eaten ten times in one day." - You laugh nervously. To get him to leave you alone, you have to agree. And tomorrow you'll come up with another excuse.

"It's a deal. We'll have dinner tomorrow. I promise you for sure." - You say. Doohoon tilts his head. He holds out his pinky finger and asks you to seal your promise.

"You have to assure me that you won't lie to me again." - He says playfully. You reach out and grab his little finger.

"I promise." - You say shaking your hands.

"Then we have a deal." - Doohoon says, and he doesn't let go of your finger. You pull it out with all your might and smile nervously.

"Yes. See you tomorrow then." - You hint at him to leave. Doohoon squints his eyes. Then he finally gives in.

"I'll see you tomorrow, candy." - He says. Doohoon gets behind the wheel and leaves your yard. You watch him go and breathe a sigh of relief when his car disappears from your sight. You hurry back to your apartment and take a shower.

After the shower, you feel much better.

Your thoughts kept coming back to your meeting with Jungkook today. You were so excited to see him. But you'd better control your emotions so you don't let yourself feel the feelings you've been trying so hard to suppress.

You were about to go to bed and watch a drama when the doorbell suddenly rang. You froze. Who could be at your door at this late hour? Could it be your neighbors? The ringing repeated itself and you felt its insistence. Oh, no. Could it be Doohoon?

"Doohoon, really?" - You muttered under your breath as you quickly put on your robe. You strode resolutely to the door and threw it open, preparing to pounce with a complaint.

Large eyes, more like two black buttons, looked directly at you. Jungkook stood there with a bag in one hand and a six-pack of beer in the other. You opened your mouth, not expecting to see him at the door of your apartment.

Jungkook ran his eyes over your outfit and smiled out of the corner of his mouth.

"Let me in?" - He brings you back to your senses. You blink your eyes a few times, as if checking to see if you're hallucinating. Are you so desperate to see Jungkook that you're imagining him?

You blink and realize that he doesn't disappear. So he's real. So it turns out he knows where you live. Of course he does. It's not a problem for him to find your address.

"What are you doing here?" - You finally ask. You stare at him, shocked by his appearance.

"I thought you might be hungry. And... you don't mind the company, do you?" - His lips curled slightly into a smile, and his eyes radiated confidence.

"What makes you say that?" - You ask again. Jungkook presses his lips together.

"Perhaps we should talk inside, or do you mind if your neighbors overhear our conversation?" - He asks cautiously. You stare at him for several long seconds and finally step aside and let him inside. He's here and you can't resist spending time with him.

Jungkook goes inside and undresses. At the same time, he looks at your new apartment.

It was small but cozy. The cream walls, wooden shelves with books, picture frames, and a few candles created an atmosphere of warmth.

There were pots with small plants on the windowsill in the kitchen, and a few scattered magazines and your laptop on the table in the living room. There was a faint smell of lavender in the air, probably from a fragrance or a candle you had recently lit.

Jungkook noticed your blanket folded on the couch. It all reminded him of how homely and calm you were, so different from the noisy, fussy people he had been around in his life.

He turned his gaze to you. You stood there in your robe, your hair a little damp from your shower, and he thought that made you even more attractive. You looked simple but natural, and that was what fascinated him.

You tried to act casual, but your tension was noticeable. Jungkook noticed the way you folded your arms across your chest, as if you were trying to create a barrier between you two.

"It's cozy here…" - He said, looking around the room.

"It only seems that way." - You replied, trying not to let your nervousness show.

Jungkook smiled and walked closer to the couch, placing a bag of chicken and a six-pack of beer on the table.

"No, really. This place really reflects you. Calm, with a nice atmosphere." - He said, looking at you again. His words made you feel a little confused. You adjusted the waistband of your robe awkwardly and avoided his gaze.

"Thank you." - You mumbled, looking away. Jungkook sat down on the couch, leaning back and crossing his legs. His gaze became more attentive, warmer.

"You look different than usual." - He said, looking you over emphatically.

"And what's that supposed to mean?" - You raised an eyebrow, trying to sound stern, but your voice came out softer than you intended.

"Just... less reserved, more relaxed." - He replied with the same half-smile that always threw you off balance. You wouldn't say you were relaxed. But Jungkook's presence made you happy. The two of you were silent, so you decided to break the silence.

"So why did you really come?" - You ask as you walk over to the table. You smelled the roasted chicken and felt hungry. You hadn't really eaten dinner. You lied to Doohoon to get him to leave you alone. You hadn't planned to eat, but who could resist fried chicken? You noticed the label on the bag said "Kuchon Chicken." The same one, from the restaurant where it is prepared, you never visited with Jungkook.

"Isn't it obvious. I want to spend time with you." - He says. You sit down next to him and open the bag of food.

"You think you can do this?" - You ask as you unpack the boxes of chicken. It's hot and smells so good you could choke on your saliva. Jungkook laughs at your behavior. He moves to the side, giving you a seat next to him. While you unpack the chicken, he opens the beer cans.

"I knew you wouldn't be able to ignore me." - He replies. You sit down next to him and take a bite of the chicken drumstick in the sweet and spicy sauce. You moan slightly at the perfect taste of this food. You take a few more bites, not noticing Jungkook watching you. You turn to Jungkook to take the beer he's holding out to you and freeze when you see his dark eyes.

"You better not do that." - Jungkook warns you, and hands you a can of cold beer.

"Do what?" - You ask, swallowing the meat. The chili burns pleasantly on your tongue.

"Don't moan." - He forbids you, and takes a piece of chicken as well. You watch as his lips touch chicken shin and he takes a few bites. "Mmm, though now I understand why you did it." - He says with his eyebrows raised. You smile and forget what kind of relationship you have now.

You take a couple of sips of beer. You get up and sit back down on the couch, but you tuck one leg under you to make yourself comfortable.

"I told you I hoped we'd never see each other again. But as usual, you didn't take my words into account." - You say, enjoying every bite of chicken. Jungkook turns to you, his lips glistening with sauce.

"Are you accusing me of ignoring your words? You confirmed that you want me to come back." - He says a bit defiantly with a shadow of a smile on his lips. You raise an eyebrow.

"Did I? When did I confirm?" - You ask and take a big gulp of beer. Damn, the combination of chicken and beer is the best in the world.

"When you didn't answer my question." - He replies. You hold your gaze on Jungkook as you think about what he said, and you feel your heart beat faster. His confidence has always thrown you off balance. You shake your head and throw the empty bone back into its packaging and give him a direct look.

"Silence is not always consent, Jungkook!" - You say, wiping the sauce off your fingers with a napkin.

Jungkook leans closer, resting his elbow on the back of the couch. His face is now very close to yours, and you feel your stomach clench.

"What was that then? A delicate denial?" - He asks with the same shadow of mockery, his gaze seemingly drilling through you.

"It was an attempt to avoid conflict." - You answer, crossing your arms over your chest, trying to look calm, even though you can clearly feel his presence in every cell of your body.

Jungkook humors you and takes another piece of chicken, biting into it slowly. It's as if he's deliberately pausing while you wait for his next words.

"You know, you're really bad at avoiding conflict. Especially with me." - He finally says with a wink. You roll your eyes, trying to hide the fact that his words hurt you.

"Jungkook, do you even realize how complicated this is? You just show up out of the blue, like a bolt from the blue, and expect me to forget everything right away." - You sigh and take a sip of your beer.

"Why not?" - He says, raising the can to his mouth. "Life's too short to waste time holding grudges." - Your lips twitch in a slight smile, but you quickly hide it.

"Easy for you to say. You're always pushing for things. I just want some peace." - You say.

"Peace?" - Jungkook asks, tilting his head to the side. "And you think he'll make you happy?" - You think about it, but quickly dismiss it.

"I don't know, Jungkook. But I have to try." - You admit. He looks at you, and something new appears in his eyes-a mixture of understanding and pity.

"I've never minded your peace, baby. I just... I don't think you want it as much as you've been telling yourself you do." - You press your lips together, not knowing what to say, and return your gaze to the rest of the chicken in the bag, pretending to be too busy picking out the next piece. But you understand: Jungkook has won the verbal battle again.

"Do you want some kimchi? I have kimpab too." - You offer. Jungkook sips his beer and watches you from behind the can.

"I'd like something else." - He says and puts the empty beer can on the table. You look at him, frightened. His eyes are sparkling with something cunning.

"What is it?" - You ask cautiously. Jungkook wipes his hands on a specially damp napkin that came with the chicken and moves closer. You watch his actions carefully.

"I’d love to eat something tastier than chicken." - He purrs, running his eyes over your face. You instantly feel a throbbing between your legs. No. You can't have sex. You haven't really decided what your relationship is right now.

"Like what?" - You ask, and you hear your voice sounding ragged. Jungkook smiles slyly. God, does he really want to have sex? Right now? Is he that brazen!

"For example, one sweet, juicy puss..." - He puts his hand between your legs and moves his hand to your pussy. But before he can finish his sentence, your phone rings.

You flinch and pick up the phone. It's a video call from your mom. You look at Jungkook nervously. He bites his lip and waves at you as if to say, "what?".

"I have to take this. My mom and I haven't talked yet today." - You say as if apologizing.

"Oh, sure, answer. I'll be glad to see omony, too." - He says. You smile nervously. You fix your hair and press the green button.

"Hi, mom." - You say. Your mother smiles broadly when she sees you.

"Hello, my dear daughter. How are you? How are you?" - She asks. You want to answer, and suddenly you feel Jungkook leaning against your side. He almost touches your face and looks into the camera.

"Greetings, omony. I'm so glad to see you." - He says friendly. You turn your eyes to him without turning your head and smile tightly.

"Jungkook!!!" - Your mom exclaims with joy. "It's really you. You're back from your trip? I'm glad to see you, son." - She says. Jungkook freezes for a moment. Did you say he went away? Why?

"Yes, the omony. I came back and the first thing I did was come to Y/N. We're drinking beer and eating chicken." - Jungkook replies. You feel his hand on your thigh. You tense up and put your hand on top of his to move it off. But Jungkook squeezes your meat, and you look up at him.

"You're back so late. You should have gone home right away." - Your mom says. You struggle against Jungkook's hand, which is already under your robe. Luckily, you're wearing shorts.

"Oh, Y/N's apartment was just on the way, so I stopped by. But I was really tired from the road. So I think she won't mind if I stay overnight." - Jungkook said.

"No." - You object immediately. "You're not staying at my place. You're going home." - You say. Your mom laughs. She looks at you and can't stop thinking about what a good couple you would make. Wouldn't it be nice if Jungkook stayed with you? Your mom sees Jungkook's eyebrows raise as he looks at you.

"Don't be so angry, daughter. Jungkook-ah is tired. Care him in properly." - Mom says gently. You look at your mom with surprise because she hasn’t supported you. Jungkook smiles and thanks your mom for her support.

You hold Jungkook's hand as he wants to go somewhere he can't. Jungkook and your mom are still talking about his imaginary trip and when she is convinced that you will let Jungkook stay and she hears that you are okay, she hangs up.

As soon as the video call ends, you are instantly trapped between the couch and Jungkook. He holds you down, getting dangerously close to you.

"Why did you lie to your mother about me going somewhere?" - He asks. Your heart flies out of your chest. You burn from the inside out, feeling his body, and this closeness, which you have missed like crazy. The throbbing between your legs intensifies.

"She asked for you, almost every day, as if she felt something. I had to tell her something. I didn't plan to talk to you anymore." - You say honestly. Jungkook frowns.

"What were you going to tell her next?" - He asks. "What would be the reason we're not talking?" - You bite your lip.

"I don't know. I haven't thought about it." - You answer. Jungkook suddenly smiles.

"Ahhh, so you were planning to make up after all." - He says with a lazy smile. He can't help himself, and without waiting for your answer, he touches the back of your neck. You hold your breath. He leaves weightless kisses, and you feel goosebumps instantly cover your entire body.

"Jungkook..." - You exhale excitedly. You want to stop him from kissing you. You can't have sex with him. But you want Jungkook so badly. You've missed him so much.

"Your reaction is so obvious." - He whispers against your lips. "Don't even think about forbidding me anything. I'm going to fuck you tonight so you'll finally understand my feelings and my persistence. You are mine and always will be. Stop resisting. We are inevitable." - You look at Jungkook and go crazy. He breaks through your defenses and you realize that there is no turning back. You're too much in love with him. You can't live without him and he can't live without you. Isn't it better to accept who he has become and help him get out of the abyss rather than leave him there alone? He is your destiny. It is undeniable.

"You'll have to prove it with deeds, not words, Jeon." - You say, giving up. Jungkook closes his eyes for a split second. You finally realize that you have no choice but to be his love. He opens his eyes and smiles broadly. The piercing on his lips stretches.

"You'd better be careful what you say, my love. Because I will prove my feelings to you in such a way that you won't be able to sit down for a week." - He threatens. You laugh.

"Go ahead and prove your feelings to me, my love." - You say. Jungkook has never felt anything like this in his life. The words "my love" coming out of your mouth make him feel overwhelmed by his feelings.

"You have no idea how it sounds from your lips. I want you to call me that forever." - Jungkook whispers, moving even closer. His voice is deep, as if hoarse with pent-up emotion. You give him a playful glance, feeling the tension between you grow.

"I forgot how much you like to talk. Not to get right down to business." - You protest. Jungkook laughs, low and raspy, a sound that makes your heart beat faster. He raises his hand and runs his fingers along your cheek, lingering lightly against your lips.

"You know that ask for something you can't handle."

"Are you sure I'm the one who can't handle it and not you?" - You say, raising an eyebrow. His smile grows wider and a sparkle of excitement sparkles in his eyes.

"I love your cockiness. It only makes me want more." - He whispers, leaning in so close that his lips are almost touching yours. "But I warned you." - You can't wait to get down to business. Your underwear is soaking wet.

Jungkook finally doesn't hold back. His lips connect with yours in a passionate, all-encompassing kiss that washes away all doubts. His hands slide confidently up your hips, and you dig your fingers into his shoulders, feeling every muscle under the thin fabric of his T-shirt.

He plunges his tongue into your mouth and you join in the absolute passion of love.

You moan from these exciting sensations. You enjoy the pressure of his body on yours. He pushes you with his semi-hard cock against your pussy. You can't wait to feel him inside you.

Jungkook leaves your lips to breathe in.

"Let's go to the bedroom." - He suggests.

You don't see where you're going. Jungkook immediately pounced on your lips as soon as you crossed the threshold of your bedroom. He undresses you as he walks, ripping off your robe and removing your pajama top.

You legs next the bed. A moment later, you find yourself lying on it on your back. Jungkook asks you to go up higher. You listen to him and lie down on the pillows. He takes off the T-shirt he was only wearing and his pants, leaving in his boxers. You can see how strong his bulge is.

You bite your lip until it hurts as he slowly pulls off your shorts along with your cotton panties. Jungkook's gaze darkens at the sight of your naked body, especially your pussy. He can already see how wet you are, your folds glistening.

Jungkook spreads your legs. You are very wet. He can't wait to lick every drop of your juice.

You are breathing heavily. Your breasts rise and fall with a frantic rhythm. Jungkook leans down to your lips and touches your center with his hand. He breathes heavily into your lips, and it makes you even wetter. He moves his finger around your center, swiping the moisture away.

"Baby... you're so wet. Have you missed me so much that you're dripping onto my fingers?" - He wheezes against your lips.

"Shut up, that's embarrassing to hear." - You complain, squirming from the pleasure of Jungkook's fingers. His laughter vibrates on your skin.

"It's not a shame. It seems to drive me crazy." - Jungkook wheezes. You hear his tone and think the same thing to yourself.

"I want more." - You ask, moving your hips against his hand. Jungkook captures your lips. His tongue fills your mouth.

"The patience, love. You are completely at my mercy. I'm going to do many things today." - He promises. You moan. Jungkook kisses your lips one last time. He licks the fingers thatdoesn’t let you come. He tastes your juice.

Jungkook lowers himself to your pussy and settles between your legs. His big palms grab your buttocks. He touches his lips to your center and you tremble. His wet tongue plays with your center. You arch your back and moan loudly. It feels like the first time. He licks the skin around your clit. Jungkook pushes his fingers into your passage. He moves them, stretching your walls. Your velvety, tender walls make him needy. He just wants to shove his cock inside you and fuck you to the exhaustion.

Jungkook sucks on your swollen bud. His tongue licks your clit so hard you scream. You clutch the blanket until your fingers are white. He smiles at your screams. Jungkook wraps his tongue around your clit and then pulls away. You relax, and almost instantly want him to return his lips to your pussy.

"You taste so fucking sweet. I missed that taste so much." - He confesses. He goes back to licking your wet folds.

"Kook..." - You breathe out his name. It's a signal that you're on the verge. Your hips are trembling. Jungkook returns to your clit and completely destroys your sanity. You come on his tongue with a loud scream. Jungkook feels your clit shudder. You have your first orgasm.

You're breathing hard and trying to get over the emotions caused by the incredible wave of orgasm. Jungkook licks his fingers that were in your passage and smiles with satisfaction. He lifts himself up to you. You smile back at him.

"Do I deserve such a skillful tongue?" - You ask him, breathing heavily. Jungkook laughs out loud. He kneels down in front of your open legs.

"Do I really deserve such a delicious pussy?" - He asks you back. You laugh. You look at his boxers. He should get out of them, he must be in pain.

You get up and sit in the same position front of Jungkook.

"Why are you still dressed?" - You smile. You move closer and reach into his boxers. You find the head of his cock. The fabric in front of it is completely wet. You caress it, smiling innocently. Jungkook bites his lip and looks at you with a look of lust. "Get rid of them. I want to ride the cock that belongs to me now." - You declare. Jungkook laughs. You don't let him stand up as you continue to caress him. 

"It's always belonged to you." - He says. You raise an eyebrow, and pull your lips into a sly smile. 

"Really? What about the dozen women who sat on it?" - You ask ironically. Again, you remind him of his wild youth. 

"I imagined you in their place. Does that count?" - He asks and rises to his knees. You follow, pulling your hand out of his pants. 

"I don't think so." - You say. Jungkook laughs. He gets off the bed. He pulls off his boxers and stands in front of you, completely naked. You look at him greedily. You really don't believe he's real. He's so perfect, as if he were molded by God. 

He walks over to the bed and holds out his hand to you. You get off and Jungkook sits on the edge. You look at his erect cock and want to suck it. But Jungkook doesn't let you. He grabs his length in his hand and pumps it up, showing off the purple head of his cock. 

"Come on, baby, ride me. Take yours." - He invites. You excited. You put your hands on his shoulders to make yourself comfortable. You spread your legs and walk over to Jungkook to sit on his lap. His skin is soft under your fingers. It's hot, just like yours. The fire between you is on fire. 

You lower yourself to Jungkook's length. He puts the head of his cock against your entrance, and you start to lower yourself. Because it's been so long since you've had sex, there's a slight ache as Jungkook's cock plunges into your passage. You bite your lips to hold back the pain. Jungkook helps you down by holding your hips. As you sit there filled to the brim with Jungkook's cock, you feel euphoric. You perfectly envelop his length. The pleasure of his naked cock inside you makes your walls clench. Jungkook is breathing heavily, trying to control himself. 

"Fuck..." - He swears, unable to hold it in. You open your eyes and meet his. They are dark and half open. There is nothing but lust in them. Jungkook pulls you down for a passionate kiss. He doesn't kiss you long. Then he pushes his tongue out of your mouth and runs it across your lips. He tastes your plump lips.

After your lips, he goes down to your neck, leaving wet marks. His fingers squeeze the meat on your buttocks, and without warning, he moves his hips, pushing his cock into you to the maximum. A gasp and a cry escape your lips. You feel blissful as you begin to move on his hips.

Jungkook moves his hips against you as well, helping you ride him with his supporting arms. You moan with pleasure, and you don't think at all about whether the neighbors will hear you or whether the soundproofing in these apartments is good. Most likely not, but who cares now?

You jump on Jungkook's lap, clutching the skin on his shoulder with your nails. The sensations of friction inside you raise your body temperature even higher. After a while, Jungkook brakes you. 

"Turn around." - He asks. You listen to him and stand up. You turn your back and lower yourself onto Jungkook's thick cock again. This time you sit down with almost no pain. 

You like this angle better. Jungkook bites the skin on your neck. He takes your breasts in his hands and squeezes them. He plays with your nipples, making you as excited as possible. 

"You ride my cock so well, don't you, my love?" - He asks you in a hoarse and heavy voice. His breath burns your ear. 

"Yes." - You agree, exhaling the word. "It’s so fucking good."

"You're so good at clinging to me." - He says again. "You should see your face. Look how wonderful you are. It feels so fucking good when I fuck you like this. So good for me, and only for me." - His compliments make you moan and move faster. You feel a growing orgasm in your middle. You ride faster so that you can finally feel it. 

You stop when a wave of pleasure washes over you. Jungkook buries his nose in the crook of your neck, holding himself back from cumming from the way your walls are squeezing his cock. You can feel how sweaty you are, but Jungkook doesn't seem to care. He kisses your shoulder, then your neck, enjoying the taste of your skin. 

You breathe heavily, catching your breath. When your breathing returns to normal, you turn to Jungkook. He's smiling. 

You have a second orgasm. You kiss his lips gently as you lean in, as if to thank him for another orgasm. Jungkook responds. You can't kiss him for long, because first of all, you're halfway to his face, and secondly, you're sitting on Jungkook's hard cock, which hasn't come yet. You pull away from his lips. Jungkook opens his eyes. 

"Get up baby, I want to fuck your tight pussy standing up." - He tells you, and you don't mind at all. 

You get to your feet and they tremble slightly. You feel a little tired. You didn't sleep well last night, worked on a project, and have already had two orgasms. Riding a cock is not that easy.

Jungkook bends you over to the bed to bend over for him. You lean on your hands and are ready to take him again. You watch as Jungkook moves the head of his cock around your pussy. He mixes your cum with his own and slides inside after a moment. You will never get enough of the feeling of that cock inside you. 

Jungkook makes several thrusts, pushing his length almost completely out of you. You moan from the pleasant friction. But suddenly he pushes his cock deep inside you. You feel it twitching inside you. 

Suddenly you remember that you stopped taking birth control. Jungkook needs to be warned not to come inside you. But his intense movements, which make your face sweat and your head spin, make you postpone it for later. You bite your lip to hold back loud moans. 

"Scream, baby. That's why I'm fucking you like this." - Jungkook says in a low voice full of excitement. You release your lips and a scream of pleasure instantly fills the space around you. Jungkook slams into you again, and you think he's going to cum soon. Because you are already on the verge. Your third orgasm of the night is coming.

But Jungkook is more sturdy than ever tonight. Not having sex for five weeks could made him sensitive. The way you, for example, come almost over and over again. But he wants to enjoy you as long as possible because he hasn't had you for over a month. This is his own record. The longest he's ever been without sex was two weeks. It's also strange that he held out so easily for so long because he knew that sooner or later you would come back to him. And then he will enjoy you to the fullest. That's what he's doing right now. 

Jungkook comes out of you and you don't immediately realize that he's not in you. You get up and turn your head to find him. 

"Lie down on the bed, your legs must be tired." - He says gently, coming close. In an instant, his lips bite yours fiercely. He doesn't use his tongue, but you like how hot it feels. Jungkook's hard cock rests against your pussy. You think it's time for him to come, he's already given you a lot of pleasure.

You take his length in your hand, and without breaking from the hot kiss, you pump Jungkook's length. He moans into your mouth as you do the manual labor. But that's not how he wants to cum. It has to be your pussy. It has to be full of his cum and it must dripping down your juicy thighs. That's the only way he plans to end this reconciliation sex. 

You fall softly onto the bed. Jungkook quickly climbs on top and settles between your legs. He spreads them apart to get a good view of your cunt, swollen from intense sex. He can't get enough of the sight. Jungkook touches your clit and slowly massages it while he enters your passage for the last act. 

You are filled with his cock again and want to experience another orgasm. Now Jungkook's movements are slow, deep, and romantic. You look at him and smile. Jungkook doesn't understand what caused you to react this way. At first, he raises his eyebrows, wondering why you're smiling, and then he gives you a sharp jolt, and you stop smiling.

He speeds up his movements, bringing you to your third orgasm of the night. You can hear the sinful sound of your bodies slamming against each other. Jungkook's balls are pounding your ass. Wet sounds come from below. You close your eyes, feeling your orgasm building, not seeing Jungkook looking between your bodies. He goes wild at the sight of his cock deep inside you. 

"Kook…I.. I'm close." - A whisper escaped your lips.

"Come around me, my love." - He says low, as if he knows you're on the verge of another orgasm. As if you were waiting for his permission, less than five seconds later, your walls squeeze Jungkook's cock a second time, and this time he can't hold back. Another series of thrusts and he spills his semen into you, cumming intensely. His low moan, more like a growl, echoes in your ears. 

Jungkook falls on top of you and breathes heavily into the crook of your neck. Your chest rises rhythmically, and you try to normalize your breathing. This was one of the best sexes you've ever had. No wonder you've been away from each other for so long, and it's heightened your senses. 

Jungkook lifts up and looks at you. His forehead is glistening with sweat, a few drops trickle down his temples on their way to his neck. 

"Fuck. That was the best sex I've ever had…" - He tells you. You stretch your lips into a smile. "Maybe we should miss each other more often." - Jungkook suggests, laughing hard and running his fingers down your cheek to your lips. "I don't even know how I survived this long without you. Maybe it sounds stupid, but I just want to be here, by your side... always" - You gently hug his neck, looking him straight in the eyes.

"It's not ridiculous. It's exactly what I want too." - You say softly, feeling his eyes fill with warmth. He leans down, pressing his lips to yours in a long, slow kiss.

"No matter how much I have you, it will never be enough." - He whispers, pulling his lips away from yours and touching his forehead to yours. You smile, realizing that for the first time in a long time you feel absolute peace. You belong to each other, and there is no doubt about it anymore.

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[blackstar-liveblogs]

Since Green threatened Blue faction with a war, there has been a few interesting reactions from it. tr!Scott in particular, found out a few days ago about his previous Warrior days, then he is received with this whole ordeal.

After watching a couple of streams, I find it so cool that this situation has allowed us to see a side of tr!Scott that we haven't witnessed much before.

All that being said, Tumblr does not like when I post clips that last more than 7 minutes, so the almost 12 minutes of recent clips I compiled, will be typed out. Big ramble under the cut.

*From this point onward, I am only talking about the characters.*

Starting off with a quote from the last Realm stream as of this post being made.

Scott: (After reading the book of demands Green gave them) So we won't be accepting those terms and conditions, that won't be happening. But, we've got three days or something, and it's clear we're going to be in a war and I just don't really have the time and energy for that. I'm in my lazy girl era at the moment, you know? I just found out I used to be one of the big Warriors and, you know, I did my time, it didn't work out. I won't try to do that anymore.

Last time I touched this topic, when Scott just found out about his past as one of the 4 Warriors, before a snail consumed him and his memories, I typed out two possible paths he could take after receiving this information.

And option 1 was right: Attempts to brush it off and move on to continue the peaceful life he wants.

Although, the difference between my prediction and what ended up happening, it's that Scott is not ignoring it 100%. He does aknowledge that this is something that happened, someone who he was before and tells people about it. At the same time, the quote above gives big ''it's clear that we failed, that I failed, so why try again'' energy.

That mixed with his wish for no more violence and conflicts on the Realm, Scott is retiring himself from this life he had before, he sees no point on seeking it again. Why if it clearly did not work out? If things ended up so badly he forgot it all?

That night of Bad chasing Foolish and deaths all around really shaped the line of thinking of this man. He was not okay that day, with only Therapy Dog as comfort and someone who he could vent his distress to.

Why are people jumping to killing each other so quickly? Can't they just talk and figure it out? Is my will to not kill anyone not... normal? That's where that whole experience left him.

He did get to talk to Bek about it briefly before the ball. Bek did assure him that it's not like killing each other is normal, it's just that there's people who jump into it more than others. Scott replied that he sure did notice that, but it looks like violence it's normal for them (the other members).

Ever since, Scott has been advocating for no violence around the rest of the cast. Specially to get himself out of conflicts as much as possible. He won't get targets on his back he doesn't need and he will propose more peaceful solutions to different situations.

Which is why he decided to build the corporate resort area. His goal is that the Factions can go to a place in case of any dispute or conflict, leave their weapons in lockers, relax and work out their issues with fun team activities. Less murder, more communication and teamwork.

But then... he is hit directly with the war threat.

And Scott does not want this.

Do not be mistaken, as much as he doesn't want to be involved in a war, he will also not accept the only option that they're giving them to not be in one, which is join Green. He is loyal to Blue, since day 1 he has been loyal to Blue, never to Red. Accepting the demands is not something to consider at all.

Scott tried to subtly but surely push the idea that there is no need for a war. Like when both him and Pangi fixed the creeper farm.

Pangi: Omg, Scott, we're awesome. Teamwork!

Scott: See? The factions can work together. There doesn't need to be a war.

I mean, of course Pangi did not genuinely agree to that, but Scott sure made the attempt.

A couple of days later, the reunion of the Teal Titans takes place at Blue HQ.

Aimsey: Callum today was thinking about just going absolute rage mode. I was thinking of how we could... think step aheads of this situation. But Scott, what do you think we should do?

Scott: I... don't really care.

Aimsey: Brilliant. Brilliant stuff.

CPK: (Laughs) That's my princess of Blue.

Aimsey: (Claps) That's my princess.

Scott: I'm actually on my lazy girl era at the moment. I don't fight.

Bek: ''I don't care, I'm not a fighter.'' (Laughs)

Aimsey: Beautiful. Beautiful.

Scott: I'm a builder, not a fighter. I'm building the beach episode.

CPK: So we have very different points. The points we discussed earlier, Aimsey was thinking if it means leaving Blue to prevent Blue getting destroyed. My logic is, if they touch any building we've ever done, I will blow up everything they own.

Scott: I mean, I'm down to go down that route. But solely because I don't have... The thing is like- The thing with that is that Bad's builds are so big, they are annoyingly big.

Scott: The thing is, from my side, that's why I think I don't... care. Because, realistically, if Tubbo wants to do what Tubbo wants to do, I can't stop that. And also on the Bad side I can't stop that either, I'm only level... 45. I haven't died yet.

These three moments gave us some neat insight.

It's not that Scott does not care about the faction or it's members (and that will be proved in further dialogue). He does not care about the war or situation itself, because it's a lose-lose, it's pointless to try to stop Tubbo or Bad, they have the power to do whatever they want in different ways, and Scott can't stop them in either of those ways. He does not want to participate at all.

It does remind me of how he's handling the information of his past. ''If it didn't work out, why try again'' / ''If we lose either way and have no chance to fight back, why care.''

And it lines up with his non-violence wishes for the Realm to reach.

It's also interesting how he said he would not have issue with going to CPK's path of destruction. This is part of the side of his character we don't see very often.

I believe what he was about to say is that he has no issue with that, since those are buildings he does not care about. But he also expressed a bit of annoyance towards that approach, since Bad's buildings are big, not because he was against retaliation.

We have to remember, this is the same man who told Therapy Dog that Pangi's approach of killing him because 'he disrespected someone he cared about' sounded like it made sense and he was okay with it. He was just going to take it. He thinks that kind of retaliation makes sense.

I guess it would come down to ''if someone wronged you or wronged someone you love, answering back like that is reasonable.'' This was one of the early lessons on this Realm for him and nobody has told or showed him otherwise, even right at this moment. And it seems to still stick with him in some way or another.

And again, he doesn't want to repeat the Warrior life, since it didn't work before.

Aimsey: Yeah, war never changes, nobody lives long enough to see the cycle of repeat, yada yada.

Scott: I mean, I did. I just then got consumed by a f*cking snail.

Aimsey: Yeah, that's a good point.

Scott: Either you die trying or you live long enough to be eaten by a snail and forget everything anyways.

So, Scott seems to be sure that, as a Warrior, he fought on a war before, or at least assume that. We have to consider, he did tell Pangi and Ros that he only remembers feelings from back then, instead of memories.

Maybe this rejection of war, advocating against violence, the wish for no-conflict, it all boilds down from those past experiences he can't recall. Like, not only the distress during the night he talked with Therapy Dog, but the possibility that there's more to it and he is not 100% aware of it.

What it's so intriguing, it's that this potential past war would have been against the Corruption. I heavily wonder how a war against the Corruption would have been like.

Scott: Wait- What if...? Idea. What if... we kidnap Tubbo?

Bek: And do what with him?

Scott: I was gonna say we kidnap Lukey, but I don't think he would really care.

Aimsey: That's crazy. That's actually crazy.

Scott: Realistically, if we had Lukey in a cage, do you think Bad is gonna care? Like, I don't think Bad is gonna care. But, I think if Tubbo is in it, he'll have to.

Aimsey: Yeah, but do you understand how bad for us that would be?

Scott: No, because then we would say 'hey guys, we'll give him back if you just leave us the hell alone and stop involving us in your weird story we don't want to be part of.'

CPK: I like it.

Bek: The negotiations are like 'can't you just leave us out of it? Thank you.'

Scott: Yeah, but normally, wars start because the countries are fighting for something. But we are just sitting here like, none of our builds used to be theirs, we don't use any of their land, we don't have resources more than they do. They're literally picking on us for the sake of picking on us at this point.

Scott: Didn't Bad sign... the F.A.C.T.I.O.N. thing?

CPK: He did! He literally did!

Aimsey: I asked him about that...

Bek: That doesn't really apply unless there's a threat outside of it.

Scott: What if we make a threat outside of it?

Aimsey: Like?

Scott: I'll turn back into a giant evil snail. And I'll go into a rampage, only you three will know the snail is me, the others would be like 'woah a giant evil snail.' And then they'll have to unite to fight it. I'll kill a few of them for fun, but not you three, and then I'll have an invis pot, so when I come out of the shell, they'll think they destroyed it, and I'll be like 'omg guys, you did it, you defeated the snail.' And they'll be like 'yeah, it was great, look how good we can work together.'

Aimsey: I'm one threat away from... leaving the faction.

Scott: I mean, I've said 'why don't we just pack up and move'?

CPK: And move far away?

Scott: Yeah! Because it feels like there's little point in staying here.

CPK: That is true.

Scott: I have a lovely beach resort I'm working on, but that was supposed to be used for resolving faction conflicts, rather than... And I mean, it was just for the hell of it, I can leave it so no one finds us again.

(CPK said that it would be hilarious if they allowed them to move the entire chunk 6K blocks away).

Scott: If we'll sacrifice something...

CPK: I'll give a life.

Scott: Yeah, same, I'll give a life to place it far away in the sky with a force field around it.

CPK: I like it.

These moments reflect how Scott is willing to do a lot to reach that peaceful life he wants, and not just for himself, he wants it for Aimsey and CPK too. And they love Bek, so she's included on not getting in harm's way by default.

He's willing to kidnap someone so they are left alone. He's willing to turn back into a giant snail, the status that took all his memories once, to be a threat that all the factions can fight against and they finally unite and stop having conflict among themselves. He's willing to leave his project made so factions resolve issues peacefully, to ensure they are not followed. He's willing to give a life to have their land be moved far away with a freaking force field so no one bothers them.

As a snail, he would be willing to kill some of the members for fun. Scott advocates for no-violence, but it feels like one of those cases where if he's pushed too much and if there's a chance he doesn't get in trouble for it...

One more point to the side of Scott we don't see very often.

Scott: What if... And I know this is against what you want, Cal. But, what if...? Tubbo went about how 'Blue is a shell of it's former self and the vision he created' blablabla. But, what if we disband the Blue faction that he created, and then we instate a new faction, which he would have nothing to do with, and we make it based on the standards that we want.

Aimsey: Not bad.

Scott: Then we could be the official Teal team. Rather than Blue it would be Teal on the tab list.

CPK: A slight color hue shift to get around it. I like it.

Scott: It's one of those things that, realistically, the only thing I have allegiance to it's you two.

Aimsey: Yeah, I was explaining that.

Scott: And it fits with my personal color scheme, but that's beside the point. Red was a real big clash, um... So then that's why I'm kinda like, if they want to have a war against a faction that doesn't exist, like, good luck. We can always... disband, take a week and come back like 'hey guys, new me, new us.'

CPK: I like it.

Aimsey: You guys think we should... disband Teal Titans as we know it, for now?

Scott: I think, currently, Tubbo- despite the fact that he left, he still feels like he has a weird ownership over Teal, because he was a 'founding member.' I feel like he has this vendetta/personal attachment to it, that it would be removed because we would no longer be that faction. It would then prove he has a grudge against you specifically, then that's a whole lot of problems to deal with, but at least there's clarity there. Like, that's sort of where my brain goes. Again, I'm also the newest Teal member, I don't have... again, the only attachment I have it's you two and this building I filled with things.

HUGE.

If you have not realized yet what was just admitted, last long post about this character, it was stated that he makes any sort of attachment and connections very slowly, because he has to re-learn how it is to care about others and how it is that others care about him.

Scott saying now that his only attachments are CPK and Aimsey is a great upgrade from that. And of course they are the first ones. They were the first ones he bonded with, they spent time with him the most. CPK brings sillyness and an equal logic-based mindset. Aimsey brings an equal desire to not fight and patience to explain what he has yet to re-learn. All three together are really good friends.

He's developing care. As slow as it may be, with his own ways to show it, with struggles to react to situations properly, it's starting to be there. If he wasn't, he would just leave the faction and both of them behind to not get involved, but no, he wants that life out of conflict with them, he has been proposing solutions all meeting for all three of them.

Shortly after, the Teal Titans went to talk to Foolish. Scott suggested it to see if Yellow would back them up in case of war, they would have that option, if not, then they knew where they would stand.

Foolish agreed that Yellow would aid Blue if it came to it. Then, the idea to reset Bad was being discussed.

Scott: Also, I just want to add, in this scenario where we do kill Bad, what does that achieve? Other than a boost in ego.

Aimsey: That's... enough.

Foolish: Show him that we will fight back, that he can't just threaten 'hey I will extinct your faction' with no worry.

Aimsey: Yeah.

Scott: I'm just worried that will turn him into someone prepared for our jump and then come back harder. That's my... concern.

Scott proceeded to propose Yellow, Blue and the Factionless people move really far away without telling anyone on Green.

Foolish: But that means he wins!

Aimsey: He wins regardless, Foolish!

Scott: I feel like he would not win in that scenario, because that's what he wants, he wants a reaction, if we don't give it to him, he loses. He doesn't actually care about the castle, the Teal HQ or like anything physical. He cares about getting a riot out of you. And... us.

Scott has not interacted with Bad much, and yet he has been one of the closest people to clock what he wants out of this war situation. His reading people and intentions skills coming in again.

He does not think attacking Bad it's a good idea. He thinks that only gives him what he wants and that it can very much evolve into a much worse situation. He doesn't think it would solve the issue, just delay it until it escalates and becomes harder to solve.

Still, Aimsey seemed pretty set on the murder plan if Pangi did not give a good response regarding the war.

And then...

Scott: Also, if they do declare war, we should kill any of his pets.

Aimsey: Well- when that happened last time, Foolish was tracked for 3 hours.

Scott: Yeah, but in the scenario we're going for the killing, we may as well hit him hard.

King, your warrior is showing.

The same man who was disturbed at the fact that people dared to hit Therapy Dog and did not want to consider the possibility that he was killed later.

This does remind me of how the Keepers claimed that the memory wipe 'made him soft.'

It's this his ''not-so-soft'' side showing? It has showed up a little bit more than once during these meetings. It gives the impression that he does have a past of stepping low to get the job done, of not being all refusal on murder, to hit the enemy hard if given the chance and reached that point.

I'm so so intrigued by this. I really really want to know more of his backstory, more details, but I get that might be something to wait a little bit for, or if CC ever plans to give us more about this lore.

Side note, but Scott was rocking it during these two meetings, like gosh dang, slay.

[charlottesbookclub]

ser gwayne hightower fluff alphabet 💚💚

Summary: just what it says on the tin: fluff alphabet for my boy gwayne (do people still do these anymore? idc I'm doing it bc I love reading them and I thought I'd try writing one myself 😌😌)

Warnings/Tags: gn!reader; spouse!reader; established relationship (marriage); we are all going to have fluff-induced cavities after this, I fear (it's more absolute tooth-rotting fluff, y'all!); let me know if I've missed anything! ☺️

Words: 2985

Author’s Note: I'm meeting with my phd advisor today which is going to be totally fine (she is so super sweet) but my brain decided we were going to have major anxiety about it, and what better way to distract myself than by writing fluff for gwayne!! 🥰💚 I've never done one of these before, but I always enjoyed reading them, so I thought I'd try it myself! ☺️ I like that it lets me explore his character without having the pressure of a plot lol

as always, I hope y'all enjoy and feel free to let me know your thoughts!! ☺️💕

template by: magical-warlock

A ctivities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

Honestly anything. I feel like if it was something you enjoyed, Gwayne would find himself enjoying it too, just because you were happy. But I think like he would really like going on leisurely walks or horse rides together. It’s an activity that allows you to talk and get to know one another, but where you can also explore the beauty of a garden or forest together. I could totally see him bringing a book along and reading it aloud to you under a tree.

B eauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

Everything lmao. But your eyes stand out to him, especially when he can read all the things you don’t say out loud in them. I feel like he would also appreciate intellect, common sense, and wit. He is clearly sooooo done with Criston’s weird dumb bullshit, and I think someone who was rational and level-headed but not afraid to crack a joke or two (especially at Criston’s expense lmaooooo) would be really appealing to him.

C omfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

My mans would not be much help at first because he’s freaking out too. He wouldn’t want to see you in any kind of distress, especially if he’s not sure where it came from or what’s causing it. I think if it happened more than once and you talked about it and expressed what you needed, he would be more than willing to do whatever you needed from him. My sense is that his first reaction (after the initial freak out) would just be to hold you really tightly and whisper reassurances to you until you were feeling better.

D reams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

Given the society that Gwayne lives in, his expectations have kind of been set for him in the sense that his future is pretty much expected to involve marriage and children. And honestly, I get the sense that this isn’t something he’s necessarily opposed to. Especially since he found you and realizes he gets to marry someone he actually loves, he’d be pretty thrilled about the whole prospect. It just doesn’t seem like life on miliary campaign is something he’s super jazzed about, so his ideal future would likely be just settling down with you in Oldtown. 

E qual - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

I think it’s pretty mixed, especially depending on the context. Again, given the societal expectations placed on him, I do think he might tend to be a little more dominant (especially if he thinks/knows that he’s right about something) but I also don’t think he would ever force you to do something you didn’t want to. He’d also back off on just about any subject if he noticed you were getting upset about it. I also think it really depends on your temperament, since I think he could really go either way depending on what energy you brought to the relationship.

F ight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?

It would be really hard for him to stay mad at you (and vice versa). Unless it was something truly awful, I just don’t think he could stay upset with you for very long. As we’ve already established, he’s a pretty rational person who seems to value clear communication, so I think “fights” with him would be more like difficult discussions about hard issues rather than an actual fight. This is really nice because then you both get to speak your mind and actually come out with a better understanding of the other person and a stronger relationship because of it.

G ratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

I do tend to think that he’s a pretty grateful person, but I think he’s better at showing it than saying it sometimes. Not that he can’t verbalize his gratitude – he totally can – I just think that gestures come more naturally to him (like winning a tourney in your honor, buying you something extravagant, taking you on a nice trip, etc.)

H onesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

Yes and no. If there was something he knew that would put you in danger if you knew it, he would not tell you. He would never forgive himself if something happened as a result. Pretty much anything else though, he’ll tell you. He won’t always offer everything, but I think he would have a hard time lying to you or keeping things from you if you asked about them. Depending on what it was, he might tell you a sanitized version of the story because he doesn’t want you to worry, but he’d be as honest as he felt he could be in the moment.

I nspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helping them overcome personal problems?

I think in any good relationship (romantic, platonic, or otherwise) people change each other for the better. Gwayne is no exception to this, and I think it’s likely that he picks up habits from you (just as you do from him). I can definitely see that if he had you as a confidante to rant about Criston or just to express his worries and doubts about politics, his family, etc. that he might be a little less overtly antagonistic and instead might just smile and nod a little more but internally be like “wait til my s/o hears about this fucking bullshit.” He’d definitely still give Critston attitude tho

J ealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

Yes and no. Gwayne is a fairly confident person, and I think he feels pretty comfortable with himself and with his relationship with you for the most part. However, I don’t think he’s immune to jealously, especially if it were to seem like another person was paying you a bit too much attention. In that scenario, I’m sure he’d have some quip at that person’s expense and whisk you away or be very obvious about using your title as his spouse. The one thing that might make him feel truly insecure is if it seemed like you were becoming interested in someone else. But let’s be real, if you get to marry Ser Gwayne Hightower, that’s not fucking happening 

K iss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

Oh, he’s definitely a good kisser. I don’t think he was one to have a lot of trysts prior to meeting you (despite his bravado, I think he really values an emotional or intellectual connection to the person he’s with, meaning I don’t think many of the flings he might have had made it all the way to the hook-up stage). But he’s a handsome man who likely had a lot of admirers, and I do think he got a bit of practice with kissing in his youth. He’s absolutely very attentive to what you like, so I think he’s only gotten to be an even better kisser over the course of your relationship. In terms of your first kiss with him, these lyrics from “All My Love” by Noah Kahan are very applicable here: “I leaned in for a kiss thirty feet from where your parents slept / and I looked so confident, babe / I swear, I was scared to death.” Especially early on, I think he really wanted to project this confident and suave vibe that he totally knew what he was doing, but as soon as he realized he was in love with you, he was actually a nervous wreck and desperately did not want to mess it up. 

L ove Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

re: Gwayne’s penchant for gestures, I have a feeling he had a whole well-written speech planned out (he based it on the dramatic love confessions he read in old ballads). However, despite all his preparation, I think the confession actually ended up just slipping out one time when you were together and he couldn’t keep it in any longer. He probably stumbled over his words and was very embarrassed about it and his face turned bright pink, but it was so adorable and endearing that you actually preferred it to whatever speech he might have had planned.

M arriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the wedding be like?

As I mentioned above, I think that marriage is pretty much a given for Gwayne considering the realities of the culture in which he lives. He also probably didn’t propose in the traditional sense, since the marriage was likely arranged, but I can absolutely envision him proposing to you privately after the betrothal has been officially announced and after he’s spent enough time with you to realize that he is genuinely in love with you. It would be sort of a love confession/proposal where he basically says “I know you were chosen by others to be my spouse, but I also personally choose you because I love you.” The wedding would be fairly large and befitting of his rank and station, and it’s likely that neither of you would have much choice in how it was conducted. Gwayne definitely likes the idea of a large and fairly public wedding because it’s a way for him to show his pride for both his house and his betrothed.

N icknames - What do they call their s/o?

Very sweet things! Mostly “my dear,” “my love,” and “dearheart,” with a sprinkle of “my darling” mixed in on occasion.

O n Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious to others? How do they express their feelings?

He gets very love-struck, especially when he’s with you. Spending time with you is like spending time in another world for him, and I do think he becomes a little more uninhibited when he’s around you. If people watch the two of you together, his lovesickness is pretty obvious to anyone who knows him. Even if they speak to just him, they might notice slight changes, like the fact that he talks about you a lot and always finds a way to bring you into the conversation. He’s careful though, and would never reveal the depths of his affection for you to someone who might you it against him or hurt you to get back at him. In terms of expressing feelings, as I mentioned above, I get the sense that he’s one for gestures that demonstrate his feelings. He gets nervous and stumbles over his words more than usual when he tries to verbalize things to you, and that’s an unusual and uncomfortable experience for him at first. The longer you’re together though, the better he gets at it.

P DA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag about their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

Because your betrothal and marriage are pretty much public knowledge, Gwayne definitely feels comfortable being upfront about the relationship. And oh he totally brags. He’s very proud to call you his spouse and is not afraid to make sure everyone knows about it. Based on societal and cultural expectations, I don’t think there would be a lot of open PDA (like hugs, kisses on the lips, etc.). But hand kisses?????????? All the fucking time babeyyyyyyy!!!!!!!! So many kisses on the knuckles wherever and whenever – it’s his favorite little gesture of affection

Q uirk - Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship.

Mans is a killer shit talker. We know this. He can and will throw shade with the best of them. He wants to know all the drama in your friend circle and will happily judge everyone with you for hours. That one “friend” of yours who turned out to be wildly toxic and conniving? Well he never liked them anyway and he’s got a bulletpointed list of reasons why. You start a conversation with “can I be mean for a moment?” or “you know I love this person, but…” and he is SAT. He’s always on your side and ready to talk absolute shit about anyone who caused you even a minor inconvenience. 

R omance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

At the end of the day, he’s something of a hopeless romantic and would do whatever he could to make you happy. There are a lot of times when the cultural and societal realities of the world he lives in prevent him from doing everything he might want, but if it came down to it, he would do almost anything for you. A lot of his romantic gestures are a little cliché, but in the best, most endearing way possible. As he gets to know you though, and as your relationship matures, he’ll probably get a little more creative and do things that are more specific to the two of you.

S upport - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

Believes in you and supports you 100000% no question. Again though, I think this impulse can be a bit hampered by the social structures in which he lives. He’ll do whatever he can to help you achieve your goals, but there are limits based on birth, status, etc. that you are both cognizant of and which might influence what those goals look like and how far either of you would go to achieve them.

T hrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice up your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

We’re talking about Ser “I’d rather stay at a comfy inn than camp out” Gwayne Hightower here – I think he appreciates a level of routine and comfort. There’s so much in his world that is chaotic and out of his control that I think he would really relish having that consistency and stability in his relationship. Not that he would never try anything new – especially if you asked him to – I just think his natural inclination would be to have a comforting routine that works for both of you.

U nderstanding - How well do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

Considering he picked up on Alicent and Criston’s weird vibes in like 5 seconds, I’d say he’s pretty good at reading people. He definitely makes an effort to get to know you, and can confidently say that he knows you very well at this point. Especially since you’re someone he cares about and spends a lot of time with, he’s quite good at reading your moods and guessing how you’re feeling.

V alue - How important is the relationship to them? What is its worth in comparison to other things in their life?

Very important. Again though, there are cultural expectations placed on both of you that may necessitate you and Gwayne placing your relationship further down your list of priorities than you normally would choose to. If it were completely up to him though, his relationship with you would be right up there at the top with his loyalty to his house and his family.

W ild Card - A random fluff headcanon

I talked about this much more extensively in this fic, but the necklace you gave him? He. Does. Not. Take. It. Off. EVER. It’s his little piece of you that he gets to carry everywhere, and he could never ever bear to part with it.

X OXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

In private, abso-fucking-lutely! As I mentioned in the PDA section, he’s more retrained in public, but still likes to demonstrate his affection for you via hand kisses. In private though, he loves to cuddle. And honestly, he doesn’t really care where or in what position – curled up in bed, sprawled on a couch, his head in your lap, you tucked against his chest – he just likes to be touching you and knowing that you’re right there next to him, that you’re safe, and that you love him.

Y earning - How do they cope when they’re missing their partner?

It’s a reality he has to face more than he would like, given the exterior expectations placed on him. If he had his way, he would live quietly with you at his family’s property near Oldtown forever. When he has to leave though, he always asks for your favor to take with him, regardless of how long you’ve been together or how many times you’ve bestowed it. As mentioned above, he also always wears the necklace you gave him. Definitely a top tier professional yearner though – he misses you and thinks of you the whole time he’s gone.

Z eal - Are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship? If so, what kind of?

This answer will be pretty similar to the answer for “V” – yes he is, but he also has to be cognizant of outside pressures that might cause him to act in ways that don’t always align with his personal inclinations. He would both die and kill for you though, not that you’re asking him to do either. In fact, you’re usually telling him not to do either of those things.

[thesensteawitch]

Divine is saying, “No Added Sugars” You Need Rawness!

💕 Pick A Pile 💕

(Left to Right- Pile 1, Pile 2, Pile 3)

Hello, beautiful souls!🍀💖

It's about your purpose. You've been at a crossroads for some time now. With logic you won't ever be able to make the right choice or jump the timelines. You need to follow your intuition and do exactly what the world would call you crazy for. I know you're afraid of being judged. But who cares? I read this on a chocolate packaging, “It's always a nut who raises the bar.” ~The Whole Truth

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~🌸☘️🌸☘️🌸☘️🌸☘️~

Pile 1🌷

Tarot Cards- The Hanged Man, Ace of Cups, 7 of Pentacles, 2 of Swords, 8 of Pentacles, 3 of Swords, King of Wands

Charms- Crescent Moon

Animal Spirit- Owl

When I was pulling out your cards, my shoulders felt burdened with bricks. Perhaps you've got responsibilities, or you are carrying heavy burdens that you must release to take a flight.

You want to fly high in the sky, but you can't seem to remove your focus from the past. Your heart's breaking every day for receiving less than what you put toward your purpose. This pile does seem to be on the right path but tired and exhausted. You're hanging in there, waiting for a new opportunity or something to align. Your intuition says something must change, but you can't see that change, so you feel stuck between the present and the future.

Some of you may even try to hide your pain by getting yourself entangled with your work. You don't want to face the truth of someone (possibly a fire sign), so you distract yourself, but you're unable to do that either.

Ugh! Okay! So the divine wants you to face your hurt once and for all. Your heart chakra needs to be activated to receive blessings. Nothing's changing for you if you do not make an extra effort or travel the extra mile to align your destiny with the opportunities that you deserve.

You've got the wisdom, yet you cannot decide, afraid of history being repeated. You need to understand that every person, every situation was meant to give you the experience you had to shape you and trigger your gifts. We're all co-creators, believe it or not! Do not take on so much load. Release the hurt and show grace to yourself and everyone else. Remove your need to keep track of the fruits your work must bear. Focus on the work, on you, and on aligning your energies to make the best out of your time.

There's a pattern that keeps showing itself up. It's not here to trouble you but to elevate you. Release it and free yourself. I feel you keep yourself in the waiting energy over and over again for something/someone, and this energy messes up your head and heart. What's meant for you will find you. Just like Harry got his letter from Hogwarts despite his uncle doing everything to refrain Harry from getting his hands on the invitation. Don't stop yourself from living YOUR life by putting a pause on your journey. The stagnancy is what bothers you.

Wealth is a few decisions away. I feel you're equipped to manifest an abundance of good fortune, but there's a pattern that's stopping you from making a decision. You haven't been feeling the spark, so it's necessary for you to release something physical—maybe old clothes or belongings that you do not use anymore. Donate them; you'll feel much lighter. Remove the past energy without ifs and buts.

At this time, divine encourages you to trust your intuition and follow your heart. Put all your love in you and your purpose. How you feel has a lot to do with what you attract, my dear pile 1. So try to make yourself feel better.

The moment you release the need to control everything on your journey is the moment aligned connections and opportunities will knock at your door. I see love to be quite prominent in your reading. I do see someone wanting to offer you their love. Listen to your intuition; you know the answer! I hear, “In my heart and in my head, tell me why this has to end.” Some of you are grieving losing someone, and that's acting as a blockage as you're not truly feeling every emotion.

Just give yourself time to grieve, release, and transform into who you are meant to become after going through the pain (properly). The new version of you will be able to manifest financial abundance easily and quickly. It's only going to take 1-2 weeks if you dedicate some time to grieving and releasing every day.

You're not crazy to feel this way, nor should you shame yourself for still needing to figure it out. Your mind tricked you into not leaving someone behind because they seemed to be the best thing that ever happened to you. But trust your inner knowing; you've always been guided to walk away as the purpose of the connection was served.

The moment you step into the different world and remove all your hopes from the past, you'll attract what/who is meant for you! God has something amazing planned for you. Your crazy move is to let go of that part of you that makes you feel you're nuts for letting go of something or someone who was good enough for you (but not the best!).

~🌸☘️🌸☘️🌸☘️🌸☘️~

Pile 2🌷

Tarot Cards- 2 of Pentacles, The Emperor, Temperance, 10 of Wands, 4 of Cups, 4 of Pentacles, 3 of Wands, 10 of Swords

Charms- Fairy, Dove, Feather, Snake

Animal Spirit- Lizard

You're already going through some major transformations, or you're about to. Major endings are headed your way. It doesn't make sense for you to take things lightly, but the divine wants you to take it slow and easy. You're about to come out of it transformed just like a butterfly.

Don't pressurize yourself with overthinking. It's time to preserve and persevere. Just take one day at a time. Your life is about to shift from lack to abundance! It's unbelievable, isn't it? I know, right! If you keep thinking about what you've lost, then yes, it's never going to make sense because then you won't allow the best possible scenario to manifest. This is the time to pray and rest. Spend more time in nature. Your mental struggles are ending. I heard, “I wave goodbye to the end of beginning. Just trust me; you'll be fine.”

Some of you may be moving places or shifting. Everything's a mess while shifting, but once you're in your new home (new reality), you can easily focus on decorating the new home. Right now you're transitioning, so it's a good time to remember the lessons and be prepared to finally step into your new reality.

Don't worry too much about what's going to happen next; though we all wish to plan ahead, we don't. Umm... and maybe it's fine for you to reminisce. Whoever's calling you crazy for wanting to slow down or take a break is too sane for this world, lol! I just heard someone saying, “Be realistic!” Well, tell them this is not something that happens in everyone's reality. Refrain from taking unsolicited advice.

At this moment, your biggest project is you and your reality. That's where your focus needs to be. You need to feel your world crumbling down in front of your eyes (I know it can be intense for most of you), but with due compassion, I'm saying this: you need to feel it all. Let your soul transform with the fire that burns your whole reality to the ground for you to step into a new one. It may feel unfair, or you may want to save the precious memories. Do it. But give yourself time.

At the end you'll realize it's so little that matters and what matters means so much, but unfortunately people are missing the realization.1010 and 444 can be significant. I see the universe wanting you to trust in the ending and lean on God for support. Very soon you'll find your happiness and the joy of life. All that is happening is happening for you to realize that light has to rise after the dark.

There's no other way; this is the law of nature. Maybe some of you have found it difficult to have faith in God or experience divine blessings. If you ever asked, “How do I trust God? How can I realize God's blessings?” This situation is God's answer to you. God's saying, “Now you'll see me and experience my blessings.” I strongly feel that you're finding it difficult to believe in miracles or that something extraordinary can happen for you. Just trust. I also hear, “Are you that naive? Why are you looking for me outside? I am within you. Don't you feel it? You have my essence, and that's how you hear me if you tune the strings of your heart. Ask what you want, and it shall be given. But first realize that I'm with you.”

It's crazy to have faith at this phase of your life, but if you're nuts, you will make it to the end of the tunnel. God tests us in the tough times. It's when you're at rock bottom you're given the choice to either lean on the divine or attach yourself to a false man-made safety net. The choice is yours, pile 2.

~🌸☘️🌸☘️🌸☘️🌸☘️~

Pile 3🌷

Tarot Cards- Ace of Wands, 8 of wands, 5 of wands, 4 of cups, 7 of pentacles, Ace of Pentacles

Charms- Key, Peacock, Fleur De Lis

Animal Spirit- Beaver

You do feel a blessing is coming your way that is going to shift your reality, but your mind refuses to believe it. You've been working so hard for such a long time that you don't want to get your hopes high.

Holding onto apathy or feeling like your reality is never going to change isn't doing anything good for you. In fact, this is the feeling that is keeping you trapped in an environment you've outgrown.

Get ready to do your best with what you have. As you keep doing your best despite how you feel, you'll become the best. This time, along the way you'll see the changes. You'll get your results as you remain consistent on your path.

In the past you've planted the seeds, and now the time is about to arrive for you to enjoy the fruits. The ideas that you're receiving are the key to opening a new door of opportunities. Once you stay consistent and act on your ideas, you'll rise above the competition!

Yes, it's crazy for you to still keep going. But do it! You're about to be blessed. You shouldn't lose hope when you're about to reach the finish line. In fact, you get more excited that you're about to win!

Say yes to the opportunities that come your way and believe that you deserve them. All you need to do is do your best by focusing on the work at hand.

I do see a lot of material abundance coming your way, but you don't see it yet. You need to tweak the way you work and see your reality from a different lens, and soon everything will fall into place.

You know how to water plants, but you don't know when to water what. And this is the reason you end up exhausted. Do your best with unidirectional approach. Your energies are being poured in an unorganized manner, which is causing this whole trouble of seeing inconsistent results with consistent efforts.

Your task is to manage and organize well to efficiently and effectively direct your energies in the tasks you're supposed to do to attract material abundance.

You're about to receive a new beginning in something you're very passionate about, and you're going to stand out in the crowd. It's fated in the stars for you to be blessed. Look at your sun sign and the placement of the sun in your birth chart. The planet sun is going to bless you with an auspicious new beginning.

It's time you stop denying your intuition. Don't gaslight yourself into believing what others make you believe. You're not your bad experiences; you're who you choose to become despite what you went through.

The wheel is turning in your favor. Something about planetary positions is coming out strongly in your cards. Your time's about to change. Fate and destiny are playing a major role here.

Your hard work is not going to go to waste. Divine has taken a note of your past efforts. You're about to meet your soul tribe, and I do feel many new beginnings are about to be gifted to you. Just allow the universe to do its part now, and you do yours with devotion.

Let the map of your purpose form itself as you remain consistent on your path. This is God testing your faith and patience for one last time before blessing you with what you're promised by the divine. I do feel there's even a surprise orchestrated by the divine that you will receive at the right time.

~🌸☘️🌸☘️🌸☘️🌸☘️~

[blueberrymocha]

killua alphabet

A: how affectionate are they?

✰ he's not affectionate. he's not very used to it obviously, growing up how he did. it'd probably fluster him a lot too, so it'd take a lot of time before he showed you much affection.

B: would they break up with their partner?

✰ i don't think so. he's pretty commutative with you so if you were having troubles, he'd prefer to talk it out over ending things.

✰ if he were to though, he's the type not to tell you in person, leaving a note or message.

C: what is cuddling like with them?

✰ he's not picky, sometimes he could be sprawled across you while other times you'll be spooning him. if you asked him, he wouldn't turn it down but he himself rarely initiates, so you'd probably only cuddle at night or if you weren't feeling well.

D: what do your dates look like?

✰ mostly doing activities together. he'd prefer you're not just sitting around since you already have plenty time to do that. some of his favorites would be skateboarding, training/sparring, arcade, and surfing.

E: do they have a lot of energy?

✰ definitely not. he's super laidback and chill, but he'd love a partner who balanced him out by being wild and energized.

F: who made the first move?

✰ you did. it definitely seemed like a one sided crush for you, so you never intended to tell him. but once while you were having an fight, it slipped out and he was like :0 "you too?"

G: what kind of gifts do they give you?

✰ he'd be so greedy when it came to anyone else, but with you he always shares. so instead of buying you a ton of gifts, he gives you bites of his food or lets you borrow his clothing.

✰ when he does buy a gift though, it's not cheap at all. he has a good balance of thoughtful and expensive, so it'll probably be something you like to use often, such as perfume in your favorite scent.

H: would they have any habits?

✰ staying up late/pulling all-nighters. he just doesn't sleep for some reason. you can pull him into bed, but a good quarter of the time he'll just stay awake.

I: how often do they say "i love you"?

✰ he's a little too embarrassed to say it to your face, so he'll tell you when you're sleeping or on call. so while technically quite often, the only time you'd hear it is on special occasions like your birthday.

J: what's it like when they're jealous?

✰ he's super cold and rude to the person he's jealous of. he might also get snappy with you. if it goes on for too long he'll find some excuse and end the exchange himself.

✰ he'd definitely be in a bad mood the rest of the day unless you pulled him to the side and talked about it. once you reassure him that you don't care for the other person, his whole demeanor changes and he completely denies ever being jealous.

K: how do they feel about kids?

✰ he's too young to have given it much thought. not to mention while growing up, he'd never expected to love someone enough to start a family anyway.

✰ if you did decide to have children, he wants a daughter so bad. he literally radiates girl dad energy.

L: how loyal are they?

✰ fully committed to you. there's just no chance this boy would ever leave you, especially not for someone else.

M: what are mornings like with them?

✰ he's very soft in the morning, much lower energy than during the day. you'd probably wake up to him with an arm around you while he talks about any plans today. once you're fully awake, he'd be back to his usual self, asking what you want to do for breakfast.

N: what nicknames do they call you?

✰ nothing romantic. he'd use an inside joke and never let you live it down. he's too much of a tsundere to actually be nice 💀

O: how observant are they?

✰ he's pretty observant, but he also has a habit of reading into things too much or doubting himself. if he noticed something going on with you, like you're in a bad mood and keep complaining about cramps, he'd assume it's your period but would shy away from confirming it incase he jumped to conclusions.

P: how do they feel about pda?

✰ not for him. even if you like it, he still wouldn't want to. he just doesn't want to be that couple who's all over eachother in public.

Q: how quick do they fall in love?

✰ it takes a while. people don't grow on him fast to begin with, and you're his first love so it's also an unfamiliar feeling. once he does realize his love, he'd probably deny or ignore it.

R: how romantic would they be?

✰ not at all in your day to day life. on anniversaries and birthdays though, he'd plan things out and be much more confident.

✰ i see him as a rose petals leading you to the box of gourmet chocolates with a pretty card and teddy bear before taking you to your favorite restaurant on valentine's day type of guy.

✰ but again he's only like that when he has time to prepare. otherwise, he’s so unromantic it’s as if you’re just friends…

S: what would they smell like?

✰ he doesn't have a strong scent. you probably wouldn't smell anything unless he'd just put on cologne or whatever. speaking of, i see him enjoying sweet scents, he's big on vanilla.

T: how do they show they trust you?

✰ when he lets you show him physical affection. he wouldn't lay in the lap of anyone else, so if he's reciprocative to your touch, he trusts you a lot.

U: how understanding are they?

✰ he can be unintentionally apathetic and too honest sometimes, but if you need grace he'll always hear you out. and while he might not understand, he's there for you the best he can be.

V: how vulnerable are they with you?

✰ he's never vulnerable unless he has a nightmare. he mostly wants to move on from the past, so he wouldn't talk about what happened during his childhood a lot.

✰ when he does talk, he really doesn't know how to say things, so it's more of a rambling. he'd be so thankful if you'd just wrap your arms around him while he finds the right words.

W: whole, do they feel incomplete without you?

✰ for sure. the two of you are joined at the hip, he’ll want to do everything with you. if you ever have to be apart, he’ll still try and keep contact. in cases where it’s not possible, he’d be very irritable the whole time.

✰ he gets used to your presence surprisingly easily, so its like he’s missing something whenever you’re gone.

X: whats an xtra headcanon?

✰ his hair is super fluffy. i feel like mito might've said something like that in 1999, so if she did i totally agree.

Y: how many years would they wait to propose?

✰ he'd ideally wait until your mid twenties. he doesn't see a rush to get married and wants the two of you to enjoy the dating stage. if you happen to be adamant about marrying young, he’ll propose a lot quicker, after all, your happiness comes first.

Z:  zzz, who falls asleep first?

✰ you, no question.

[changbinsboobs]

Hi, I would like to request a reading on how skz boys cuddle 🩷

Thats a great question id love to know too😂💗

How do Skz cuddle? (Hyung Line)

Chan

Gets up very easily, i think he's into physical contact and when they're cuddling and its all warm and their whole bodies are pressed against one another its just very easy for his little friend to get excited. In terms of the actual cuddling im seeing him being the embracer type so either he's on his back and the other person on his chest or stomach or something and he has his arm around them, holding them tight, or he's the big spoon. Just seeing embracing, holding tight, like having a secure "grip" on u. But specifically seeing the chest area so i think he loves that one the most, where someone's on his chest. Tho if the person he's cuddling is boobed then he wouldn't mind (in fact he'll love) placing his head on those cushions too.

Lee Know

He's not that big on physical contact per see, but he's passionate in cuddling. Not necessarily in the sexual way but more being kinda playful, maybe jokingly horny? Like making pervy jokes or something. Im seeing this emoji😈. It'll be a time for him to rest his mind a bit and relax, so im not seeing him being all that into the act of cuddling itself but more, releasing tension energy and relaxing, so cuddling might look like this : at the beginning he's very playful, jumpy, passionate, a bit intense and unruly, but then he quickly gets that out of his system and after tickling or annoying his person he calms down and just rest together with them. So in terms of the actual cuddling im not seeing much so i think theres not a preference or a constant on his side at least. The focus is not so much on the cudling with that person itself but just more on the relaxing aspect of it.

Changbin

Im seeing him really loving cuddling and being very involved with it, as in he's active. For example he's cuddling but not just holding each other but he's hand is constantly caressing, or scratching lightly, he's playing with hair, observing the person, listening to their heartbeat or breathing, just looking and admiring them and of course - talking. Im seeing this wing very therapeutic for him and im seeing him really loving physical contact and that might be something that was missing in his childhood or at least not given to him to the extend that he needs, so cuddling now is like giving that to his inner child. Also im seeing him being so active in giving while cuddling be a result of him doing what he wants being done to him in a desperate attempt for the person to see how nice it is and decide to do it for him. Of course all on a subconscious level. So yeah there's lots of "action" going on when cuddling with him, he shows lots of affection but would really love it and absolutely melt when he gets that back and im also seeing some very long sessions with him too, like im seeing he could go hours like that just sited together on the sofa at night after a long day, intertwined, caressing each other, giving small pecks here and there every once in a while and just talking the whole night, for ours, embraced. This is heaven to him and i think he really craves intimacy like that.

Hyunjin

Tbh im not seeing him being much of a cuddler :/ im seeing him having a bit of a difdiculty to calm down and get himself still in one place, his bod may be layed down but his mind would be racing and it would be difficult to actually reach any emotional depths with him while cuddling. Im seeing it has to be when he wants, where he wants, for how long he wants, how he wants it. Everything on his terms. And i think its not something that happens often or for a long time. Now mind you this doesnt mean he doesnt like physical contact. Im seeing him actually being very into physical contact and loving it a lot, but again it has to be on HIS terms. Im getting huge cat energy feom this. With cuddling, what doesnt sit right with him is that he feels trapped or contained in some sort of way? And he feels i timacy being forced upon him, or maybe he has had bad experiences with an ex or someone else where difficult conversations always came while cuddling and he always felt shit afterwards like he was forced out of his peace dream land bubble. So now i think he may not like cuddling as much unless initiated by him and him being in full controll of the situation. That being said im seing the type of cuddling he enjoys is the intertwined type where u dont know anymore whos limbs are whos ur both just a big ball of...of you.

[b-a-l-a-n-c-3]

Introducing my Pokemon AU: Subzero! It’s pretty much my replacement for the Indigo Disk (though it takes place directly after The Way Home, into The Teal Mask and then the regular Indigo Disk timeline).

After reading my story rambles, let me know if y’all want more of this AU!

The main thing about this AU is that some parts of the story were done differently. For one, the AI professor was NOT sent back in time, but rather heavily damaged from both the heavy amount of terastal energy consuming them and them fighting the Paradise Protection Protocol. So while they are decommissioned for the time being, the MC (in this AU being Florian) and the rest of the main crew start to work together to try and learn more about the paradox pokemon, and how all this started (since it wasn’t really answered at the end of the adventure and I feel like Arven would want some more closure). 

This leads into their maintenance of Area Zero, as they would monitor its energy levels and activity, with Florian being the one venturing into the crater to keep the paradox mons in check, in which he would discover Iron Leaves. This freaks out the group, as they didn’t think any more paradox mons would appear once the machine shut down, so now they’re even more desperate for answers.

During all of this, they are using the lighthouse lab as a makeshift headquarters (sometimes sleeping there, but they still stay in their dorms), and one day while Arven was cleaning, he discovers an offline Magearna in its ball form. The crew manage to wake it up, and it starts to repeat the phrase, “Teal Mask, Indigo Disk”. This leads to the crew, now calling themselves “The Subzero Squad” (courtesy of Nemona, no one else agreed to it lol), researching and learning some of the lore about Kitakami, the Ogre, and, hidden away deep in the Pokemon League database, Penny finds some documents hinting at their possession of an Indigo Disk…

This then kicks off the Teal Mask storyline, as Florian uses the school trip as a way to research further into the Ogre. The only other major change to this storyline is that Florian manages to meet up with Ogerpon a short while after Kieran shows him the den, and talks to it about helping him and his friends back in Paldea. Ogerpon is hesitant and distant at first, but as the regular story progresses she trusts Florian more and decides to help him (This is why Florian had to take Ogerpon, otherwise he would have just left her in Kitakami to enjoy her happier life).

Directly after returning home, Florian immediately enters the crater with Ogerpon to try and find a connection between her masks and the machine. Finding nothing initially, he returns to the lab to meet up with the rest of the crew when the Teal Mask reacts to the terastal husk of the AI professor, waking him temporarily. After his initial shock, he manages to tell the kids that the mask is important to Area Zero, but the Indigo Disk is key to stopping paradox pokemon from appearing in Area Zero and truly saving Paldea…before he shuts down once more.

Knowing what they know now, the group makes a hard decision: Nemona and Penny need to infiltrate the Pokemon League to find the Indigo Disk, as the documents Penny found hint at it being in their possession. This leads to a week or two of the two girls getting super close to the League members, Geeta especially, and Nemona is the one to find the disk’s location. She has to lie to Geeta however (which she REALLY doesn’t wanna do but y’know peer pressure and uh yeah the fate of the whole region) to get her out of her office so that she can slip in to steal the disk.

Once she’s got the disk, she makes it back to the group, whom descend back into the depths to try and find where the disk goes, and then the regular Indigo Disk storyline starts to play out (without Kieran, Carmine, and Ms. Briar). They battle the Stellar-type mons, make it to the center, and out comes Terapagos in its normal form. They try to catch it, but it breaks out of every ball they put it in. In a fit of desperation, Florian chucks his bag at it, and Terapagos likes it and climbs inside! So with their ‘caught’ mysterious pokemon, they exit the under depths and begin the search for answers with this strange pokemon…

And that’s about it! Sorry I know this was a lot but I wasn’t really happy with the ending of the DLC (was still good tho!) and wanted to retcon it a bit to make more logical sense based off of the characters and what happened to each of them. I’ll try to flesh out this AU more as I go forward, so some parts of the story may change. This is just the basic timeline of events. There’s a whole Treasures of Ruin arc I didn’t even START to go into lol.

[kaciidubs]

Camboy!SKZ Headcanons | Hyung Line

❣ Summary: What it would be like if the SKZ boys were camboys? An idea brought on by @onmykneesforchanlix ❣ ❣ Warnings: Camboy AU, kink discussion [daddy kink], sex toys ❣ ❣ Additional Tags: Slight crack energy, Chan is referred to as Chris, Changbin is a gym buff ❣ Maknae Line ❣ Stray Kids Masterlist ❣ General Masterlist ❣

Chris

His username would be something painfully simple, like cb97xx or xxWolfChanxx, he’s never escaping the early 2000’s username tropes, I’m sorry.

Started camming to save money for music tech, and he was gonna quit once he earned enough money but he slowly found himself getting hooked on the praise of thousands of unknown faces.

At first he didn’t show his face, keeping the content to shoulders and below, but one night he gets up to turn the stream off and they catch a glimpse of his lips and there’s a rapid fire of tips flooding in;

Would give anything to have those lips on me

What the fuck what the fuck??? Those lips?? So biteable??

Bubblegum pink, new favorite color

From then on, he kept his camera at an angle just high enough to keep his lips in frame.

Definitely finds himself pandering to the daddy kink side of the internet and ends up developing the kink for himself [this is a lie, he knows he’s had it since before the cam boy streams, but who really needs to know that?].

Loves when his fans comment on how good his hands look bc he doesn’t find them appealing himself, but if hundreds of people are begging him to choke them, how could he deny it?

Paints his nails by the recommendation of his subscribers each month, and it turns him on even more when he’s camming and jerking off with his freshly dried polish.

Wants to grow his community and isn’t shy about collaborations with other creators because baby boy is just a social butterfly - no matter if they’re clothed or naked in front of thousands.

Ultimately treats his lives like a genuine livestream, even if his dick is leaking precum in his fist.

Minho

First off; username is leeknowswho, convince me otherwise - man did not care about his username in the slightest

Only made an account to support his other streaming friend, quokkasungie

But when he saw the money he was raking in, he decided to throw his hat into the ring because “Getting off in front of a camera? How hard can it be?”

Spoiler alert - very.

Extremely, when you don’t even use a webcam.

The first few streams were experimental, a black screen with the subtle sound of him jerking off and breathing into the mic - that is, until he read out a chat asking for a description.

“What? So needy you can’t imagine it for yourself?”

Apparently the chatter liked that, and so did a grand number of people after that on his next stream.

Thus, the leeknowswho degradation corner was born, and it’s been a hit for two years and growing.

Constantly teases his viewers, toying with them that maybe one day he’ll turn on his camera, and even going as far as setting a donation goal for him to do so - but the limit is never reached since he often takes part of the money to donate to charities.

“You’d rather see my dick than an organization help get stray kittens off the streets? Yet I’m the fucked up one?”

Sometimes he goes live and doesn’t even jerk off, just doing an asmr stream teasing and degrading and toying with his fans, getting a kick out of the ones actively using his voice to get themselves off.

He’s a menace but the people love him.

Changbin

BinnieDwekki or Dwekkisgym, I really can’t decide but he definitely gives off cute username vibes.

Genuinely wanted to use the platform as a way to document his growth from working out, but of course using a camboy website probably wasn’t the way to go about it.

Has a whole room for his setup - though in reality it’s just his in-home workout room, but who really needs to know the truth - and takes pride in showing off his whole body.

He worked hard for those muscles, why wouldn’t he want to flex in every angle?!

Blushes at the chat messages where people say they want him to choke him with his biceps, or squeeze their head between his thighs until they pop like a watermelon.

Blushes even more at the chats praising his physique and wondering how someone with such a cute face could have such a killer body.

The first time he pulled his dick out on stream was when he was showcasing some of the workouts he does on the daily; the adrenaline and built up energy from his preworkout giving the chat a glorious reveal of the thick outline in his compression shorts.

Fuck choking me with your arms, choke me out on your cock

There wasn’t much left to the imagination, and with the addition of that chat message he figured that maybe taking care of the problem on stream wouldn’t be a bad idea.

And boy, was it the best decision he’d ever made.

If his fans weren’t on board for the strained grunts and breathless groans from him working out on camera, then they definitely were for the dick that looked just as beefy as he was.

His version of being a camboy is probably the most wholesome out there, ranging from motivational talks and advice moments [while shirtless, of course] to being stark naked and jacking off after a live workout session.

Hyunjin

Another one who signed up with intent - and hear me out.

He wanted to use the money to help get him into art school, but after seeing his first major check after the span of a few months, he figured he could get on well without it.

Username is princehhj, he knows how to pander to his features which helped him grow a fanbase like it was nothing.

Has been camboying the longest out of the hyung line.

He also has a set for his streams, but it’s just a corner of his art studio where he has a cozy little couch where he can stretch out on [in more ways than one].

His streams usually involve toys of various types; silicon grinders, fleshlights, buttplugs, dildos - his collection isn’t one to joke about, only using his hand got boring after the first week of streaming.

Most of the time he doesn’t even have to be doing anything explicit, simply sitting there with his pretty black hair tied back into a ponytail, a bottle of lube and a toy or two sitting right beside him is enough for the donations to come rolling in.

His favorite toy to use is his tenga egg - the stretchy plastic egg fits perfectly in his palm and doesn’t take too much concentration to use, which makes it easier for him to read his chat and reply as if he’s not touching himself.

Aside from the toys, however, he may also have one or two sets of lingerie that he brings out on milestone streams as a treat to the scream [and himself]. Nothing too wild, just your simple lace panty set and garters, and the chat goes wild for it.

Can you truly blame them though? He’s the prettiest prince out there.

❣ Any type of feedback is appreciated! Whether it be a simple like, reblog, or keyboard smash and the most essay-like comment, feel free to share your thoughts. ❣

[severinageto]

“About you and the arcades” — ONE SHOT

Another day, another dollar. Who cares? They're all the same. Breakfast, training, lunch, training, dinner, training, and bed.

“And don't even think about staying up reading manga, okay?” said his mom every night.

“And don’t even think about bla bla bla” mimicked an adult Satoru, remembering those times.

He hated them. Sure, his strict upbringing had made him who he was, but they were still bad memories. Formative years, they say. Every time he bought a Shonen Jump, his mind went to the pre-bedtime scolding or, worse, to the time his mom found his stash and burned them.

“And I had the whole first arc of Dragon Ball, for fuck’s sake” he said, dumping six sugar cubes into his tea.

“What about Dragon Ball? My husband was Vegeta” said Shoko, just entering the kitchen.

“That's like the hundredth time you've said that.”

“Wow, someone's in a bad mood. What's up? Did Megumi get suspended again for hitting his classmates?”

Gojo slumped into a chair with a sigh. Yep, Shoko was right. He was in a bad mood. Megumi had indeed hit his classmates, and he’d have to deal with the principal (an activity he despised), but more than anything, it was the day that bothered him. A beautiful spring morning, ready for the first cherry blossoms. Only he could be annoyed by such a scene. But it made sense. A lot of sense.

On a day like that, he met him.

*

He'd been feeling bored for weeks, no, months. The lessons were dizzying, the training exhausting, and nothing amused him anymore. Wandering endlessly through the forest surrounding the Gojo clan estate wasn't exactly thrilling either, at least not since he turned fourteen. He was anxious. Next year, he would start his studies at the Tokyo Metropolitan Curse Technical College, which meant not only perfecting his skills but also something he'd been denied his whole short life: meeting people his age. It wasn't far off, really. Nevertheless, Satoru couldn't wait. So, it only took a small slip-up with his mother to bolt.

It was the third time he'd run away from home. The first time, at six, he'd decided to play snail hunting in the forest, an activity he kept up until, at dusk, one of his hysterical guards dragged him back. The second time, at ten, he took the train to Tokyo. He wandered aimlessly, attentively observing the eccentric passersby, listening to the loud noises, and smelling the various food aromas only a big city like that could offer. Until he realized, disappointed, that he still drew the attention of minor sorcerers. And there were plenty. He returned home before they noticed he was gone, convinced that perhaps no one would ever understand what it felt like to be a freak.

But this time would be different. He knew exactly where to go. And not only that, but he'd discovered how to mask his cursed energy for a short time. That, plus a good cap, guaranteed him a few hours of forgetting his boring, routine life Gojo clan.

“Fuck the sorcerers” he muttered with a giggle as he boarded the train.

Upon arriving at his destination station, he ran up excited. He knew exactly where he wanted to go: the arcade with games from the late '80s and early '90s and, specifically, one game: Street Fighter.

He didn't expect a guy dressed in karate gear with a meter-wide back to be using it.

But Satoru wasn't one to give up. He knew he couldn't keep his disguise and low energy for long, so he had to make the most of it.

He approached the guy and patted him on the back.

“What do you want? I told you I'd help...” he said, turning around. “Oh, sorry. Thought you were someone else.”

Satoru, seeing him, could only think one thing: "bangs." He was facing a boy around his age, with violet eyes and dark, shiny hair, highlighted by a suspiciously untamed tuft.

He stared at him, mouth open. Not only did he have an intimidating demeanor, but he also emitted cursed energy. And strong energy at that.

“Well? Can I help you with something?”, the boy asked when Satoru didn't respond.

Gojo snapped back to reality.

“I want to use that machine”, he said, standing tall and speaking authoritatively. He'd grown a lot that year, probably about ten centimeters. He had to use that to his advantage.

“Good for you, but I'm using it. Feel free to wait over there”, he pointed to the door.

Confused, Satoru quickly glanced outside and then back at the boy. "What a rude jerk," he thought. Gojo wasn't used to being told no. And, although he hated himself for it and it contradicted his plans for the day, he played the clan card. After all, the boy with the ridiculous tuft was a sorcerer.

He removed his cap and glasses, locking his blue eyes on him.

“Do you even know who I am?”

The boy looked him up and down.

“An idol? Sorry, not into that stuff”, he said, turning back around.

Flabbergasted, Satoru stepped in front of him.

“I'm Gojo Satoru”, he said, indicating his eyes.

The boy, now annoyed, pushed him aside.

“What a rude introduction. Move, please.”

Satoru, even more perplexed, significantly increased the levels of cursed energy he was emitting. This caught the boy's attention. He widened his eyes and, after a few seconds, said:

“You have...that?”

“Yep. Told you I'm Gojo Satoru.”

“Your name still doesn't ring a bell, but”, he stood up and offered his hand. “...I'm Geto Suguru.”

Suguru had spent years unsure of what to make of his strange gift. He saw people and entities where there were none, heard horrible whispers in the dark, and smelled scents that would scare the vilest pirate. He'd intuitively learned to swallow curses, but he knew very little. He didn't even call it energy. To him, it was just "that." The only person he'd met with the same ability was the teacher from the Curse College who had come to recruit him. But he hadn't really explained anything. It would all come later, he'd said. So, meeting a boy his age with the same thing for the first time was incredibly intriguing.

He observed Satoru for a long time. He didn't want to forget his face.

“Are you gonna let me play or not?”, Gojo asked impatiently. He didn't want to be rude, but no one changes overnight.

“Wow, no manners," thought Suguru as he stared at Satoru, puzzled. Normally, if someone treated him like that, Suguru would either ignore them or tell them off. However, something told him it wasn't time to part ways with this strange albino and his frog-like eyes just yet. He felt their cursed energy made them, on a peculiarly intimate level, comrades.

After a few seconds, he said:

“There's another arcade two stations away with two Street Fighters. Want to go?”

“Why would I need two?”, Satoru asked, raising his eyebrows.

Suguru blushed.

“So we can both play.”

"Idiot," he added to himself.

Gojo stared at him for a moment, blinking as if he were being drenched by a thousand raindrops. This was new for him. Not only had he met a sorcerer who didn't know him, but one his age who was polite enough to invite him to play.

He stood up and walked to the door. Suguru looked at him questioningly, and Satoru turned his head.

“Aren't you gonna lead the way?”

Suguru nodded and hurried. They walked to the metro together in silence, but contrary to what one might expect from such a situation, they both felt strangely comfortable. As if they'd known each other forever.

*

At the next arcade, Gojo noticed he wasn't feeling so great anymore. He checked the time. He didn't have much freedom left. He had about fifty minutes before he’d collapse from the effort of hiding his energy. Plus, it was nearly time for his boring History of Clans and General Sorcery class.

“Ugh, school sucks”, he said, not realizing he’d spoken out loud.

Suguru pointed with a smile at the two Street Fighter machines. They were empty, almost waiting for them.

As they sat down, he said:

“School's not so bad if you focus on your studies and join a club. Which school do you go to?”

Gojo eyed him from under his glasses. Of course, this martial arts student had to be a star pupil. "The shoujo manga class rep stereotype," he thought, continuing to scrutinize him.

Taking his seat, he replied:

“I’m homeschooled.”

Now it was Suguru's turn to scrutinize. "So that's why he has no manners," he thought, watching Satoru pick his nose.

“Too bad. Thought we might run into each other in a tournament.”

Satoru eyed him suspiciously. Too bad? Why was this guy being so nice to him? He didn’t know who he was, so he couldn’t be a kiss-up. And Gojo couldn’t fathom that he was simply dealing with someone genuinely nice. He was too used to cold, sarcastic manners.

“I don’t like sports much”, he said curtly. “Don’t talk to me, I'm starting my game, okay?”

"Yeah, he's an idiot," thought Suguru as he stood up and walked over to Satoru. "I should go study and stop wasting time with this annoying brat, but..."

Suguru hit the button to cancel the albino’s game. Satoru looked at him like he had just heard a dog talk.

“What the...?”

“I brought you here so we could both play. You have...that thing, same as me, and I think...I don’t know. You intrigue me. Can you play with me for a bit?”

Suguru was surprised to say those words and blushed like never before.

Satoru didn’t know what to say. No one had ever asked to spend time with him. People were always around him just because of who he was. Asking for permission to share his time was unheard of.

He didn’t think about it. He was intrigued by this Geto Suguru too. And in a way he couldn’t explain, he wanted to spend time with him. But they were short on time. He checked the time and clicked his tongue.

“I have half an hour. Then I gotta go or I’ll be half-dead.”

Suguru laughed loudly. He had no idea what Satoru meant, but it was funny anyway. And not just anyone could make him laugh like that.

“Alright, Cinderella. I’ll beat you in five minutes.”

He had no idea that Satoru played, hidden under his covers, for four hours every night. That, plus his exceptional brain, made him a whiz at everything he did, including ‘80s fighting video games.

After losing three rounds embarrassingly, Suguru thought it was best to throw in the towel. Not only that, but looking at the time, he realized his parents expected him for dinner in fifteen minutes.

“I think it’s time for me to go”, said Geto, a bit hesitant. He didn’t want to leave. He was having a good time.

Satoru looked at the time and was surprised to feel sad. He had to leave too. Standing up from the machine, he said:

“I have to go too.”

The two boys stared at each other like they were seeing their reflection.

“Wanna walk together?” asked Suguru suddenly.

Satoru nodded. He’d walk to Kyoto with this stranger, honestly.

As they left, Suguru headed to a vending machine.

“What do you want to drink?”

The albino panicked. He’d never had any of those neon-colored drinks before. They were forbidden to him. The strongest had to follow a strict, low-sugar diet.

“The same as you”

“But I haven’t chosen anything yet”, said Geto, confused.

Satoru just looked away. He felt a bit ridiculous, which was new for him. He had been raised to never feel less than the rest of the simple mortals.

Guessing what was happening, Suguru got a Sprite for himself and a Coke for Satoru.

“Hey, heads up!”, said Suguru, tossing the soda to him.

Satoru instinctively activated his technique. Geto watched in amazement as the can was repelled from his body.

“How’d you do that? That was awesome!”

Gojo blushed. No one ever praised his achievements. Being the strongest was his duty. And no one gets praised for simply doing their duty.

“It’s...I was born this way”, he replied, scratching the back of his head. “It’s because of that...thing you have too.

“Can you teach me?”, asked Suguru, his violet eyes wide with hope.

“No. You’d have to be born in my clan and with these”. He took off his glasses and pointed to his eyes as he sat on the ground.

Noticing Suguru’s disappointed face, he added:

“But you’ll learn other things at the school.”

Suguru smiled resignedly, looking at the ground as he sat next to Gojo. He didn’t dare tell him the things he could already do with his technique. For some strange reason, swallowing curses felt dark and ugly, and not just because of their taste. Sometimes he felt something ominous came with keeping so many inside him. Satoru’s technique, on the other hand, seemed beautiful, bright, and natural, as if no one else in the entire universe could carry it with such grace.

Since Suguru wasn’t saying anything, Satoru, a bit nervous, asked:

“You know about the Curse School, right? If not, I can talk to them about you. Next year, I’m starting my first year.”

Geto smiled at him. There was something endearing about what he’d said. His words made him feel welcome at the famous school, even though he hadn’t set foot in it yet.

“Yeah, they came to recruit me a couple of weeks ago. I’m supposed to start my first year too, but...”. He hesitated. “...that day, I wasn’t sure I wanted to go. I said I’d give them an answer by the end of the month.”

Gojo felt disappointed. He had really started to like him. He could get used to those violet eyes and that flamboyant hair. No, he knew he would get used to it.

Playing it cool and while looking at his nails, he asked:

“And now? What do you think?”

Geto smiled at him. Gojo Satoru had become annoyingly charming to him. Maybe leaving traditional education wouldn’t be so bad. At least that curious boy would be by his side. And something told him he wouldn’t regret sharing his teenage years with him.

“Now I’m sure I want to go.”

Satoru felt a smile spreading from the tips of his toes to the ends of his violet hair. He never expected to smile at someone he’d known for less than two hours; it just happened as naturally as breathing.

He took a sip of his Coke and, besides instantly getting addicted to the sugar, felt the familiar twinge in his head. He didn’t have much time left. He had to lie down, or he’d end up passing out. He sighed and glanced at Suguru. He never thought he’d have such a good time that afternoon. He wanted to stay there, not just that day, but all week, month, year. But it was impossible.

Although, he thought, they had four years ahead of them. And who knows how much fun they’d have then. He smiled again. He felt that it would be alright. Very alright.

He stood up and, before leaving, extended his hand.

“See you next year, Geto Suguru?”

Suguru took it and, without letting go, replied:

“See you, Gojo Satoru.”

And so it would be. Even when he was out of sight, out of reach, and out of his life, in the countless memories of their days together, Satoru would see him. He’d see the photographs, the books, and the hair ties he’d leave behind. He’d see his smile, his eyes, and the way he said his name. He’d see, in short, into the intricate and gray soul of that boy who, thanks to ironic fate, he’d come to love inexplicably.

Unbearably.

Infinitely.

And he’d keep seeing him, until his last breath.

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Illustration by @ahresprite 🖤

[dangopango00]

Demonic Features HCS (2)

Om demons HCs + Om demons x gn reader

Pt. 1 (123) | Pt. 2 (Satan, Asmo, Beel, Belphie) | Pt. 3 (Royal trio) Coming soon (again)

CW: Teeny but suggestive I think. Mostly asmo’s part if anything

A/N: THIS IMAGE IS SO FUCKING KEWYWTTTTT 😭😭😭😭😭 i cant w them ue i am unhealthily attached to this family goodbye world also sryy these are so long, honestly after recharging for a couple days I js started going crazy on the hcs 😭😭

Hcs UTC

Satan: The Unicorn

- I think he should look more beastly overall like hes some wild creature that just emerged from the forest

- His pants should look like hooves like those bellbottom esque fuzzy ish pants like

Shout out to someone in 1545 ig. Unicornis

Also spots should look more like. Horselike like speckled or splotchy

- Has two black stars and one green in the middle on his forehead

1. As a reference to Lucifer who created him and

2. A reference to how biblically unicorns were out of control beasts that could only be tamed by a virgin maiden (honestly im a lil tempted to write a fic of satan x sweet innocent reader but gn. Goodbye even)

- HES A UNICORN HE SHOULD HAVE A UNI HORN PLEAADEEE 😭😭😭 they should be a similar shape to Lucifer’s but one short one and should be able to summon a longer one below where the star diamond is on his forehead is when he gets pissed enough and both should be black with green tips + it would actually make him look more vicious too

- I appreciate them making the little bow look like ribs but I think it would be much cooler if his ribs just were sticking out and wrapping around his body and they were black and green

- Ribs should also have patches of fur resembling flames where they start (near his back or at his sides)

- I also think his tail should have short rugged fur lining the outside and it should get longer at the tip; I’m going heavy on the beast agenda I fear. He may clean up pretty well in his human form but he can’t hide his sin in his demon form cmon now y’all

- Since we don’t see his markings I’m making shit up and I think his markings should be fur lining his back and arms

- Just wanna say I resemble the fur wrap thing because it kinda resembles a horse tail/mane and the gray shirt bc it resembles a rhino (What unicorns in the bible were based on I think)

- A bit insecure about you seeing his demon form tbh. Thinks he will scare you and a little afraid he might do sth he’ll regret if he loses himself; he sees himself as beastly in that form, anger is a hideous emotion and he doesn’t want to scare his loved ones away like he used to when he was first born and always lashed out with full force, scaring his brothers (Don’t get me wrong if he’s angry he’ll show it but he wont let all of his anger out at least not at once and if he has to do sth drastic he’ll first isolate himself)

- Very nearsighted but refuses to get glasses and only wears them when reading (glasses are weakness)

- Bulks up a bit and gains more strength in his demon form frs

- Snarls when hes angry and sometimes sneezes in the middle of his anger often (it would be funny)

- Pact mark is only visible on your temple but internally spans throughout your veins and is not very big but grows the angrier you get post activation; that shit is freaky it can even cover your whole face and put your body in autopilot (like how anger issues people black out) if you get angry enough

- It’s pretty wicked its first shaped like a small spade but bulges like flesh; is similar to tanjiro’s mark somewhat

- Pact mark allows him to enhance your rage by giving you some of his own (can be a pro or con depending on the situation but i mean u can just tell him to stop iykyk policy)

Asmodeus: The Scorpion

- I THINK HE SHOULD BE VAMPIRIC Feeds on sexual energy and life force yk incubus/succubus thingz but he should have the fangies too imo

- Tired of them having collars and looking prim and proper so I’ve arbitrarily decided that his shirt should conjoin with his skin and become kind of like calcharos ult for VERY loose reference; hes the avatar of lust he can be shirtless ish

- IK I SAID NTM ON THE CLOTHES BUT UGHHH Imagine if he was wearing like a robe similar to aphrodite bc its like a nod to his past as a high angel but also how he’s steeped in desire and lust. Like its being held up by the roses, sheer will and the fact that it is conjoined with his skin

- Hc that he is like cupid and can see connections between people SO I think his spine should be lined with like. Arrow-like spines

- Despite being like cupid, he finds it really hard to genuinely connect people and find someone who enjoys his presence beyond his looks and will typically avoid people on his recharge days (he likes partying and being around people but its also pretty draining keeping people entertained which is why he usually brings someone with him. I also imagine this is how he and Levi connect “I guess we aren’t so different after all” type shi)

- He should have a tail. I thought about it for a while and like. ???? Scorpions tails are like their whole thing I think he should either have a tail or towards the bottom of his spines one of them is long enough to resemble a tail (his wings are cool but like he should have a. Tail)

- Tail/spines should have venom

- I think his markings should be connected, like the hearts are good but they should be connected in like a segmented line and wrap around his arm; preferably 7 to represent the scorpions seven chamber heart

- He needs glasses too and he only wears them when they go with his outfit otherwise its contacts (which he also introduced satan to)

- He should have more eyes on his face smaller eyes below his main two that only appear when open (otherwise his face looks normal just with slight slits you’d only notice if u were REALLY staring)

- Very tolerant to weather changes. He still acts like he’s dying but he def doesn’t have it as bad as Levi who is literally dying over there

- Pact mark is a tramp stamp and he won’t stop asking to see it gn. Its shaped like a hollowed heart with a design inside and becomes a spade with a similar design when activated as well as spreads a bit (as all the others do) its very classy and pretty tbh

- Activation is almost like. Erotic? It feels good but its almost like it steals the air from your lungs and makes your chest tighten; its a mix of pleasure and panic (not quite pain because it gives you urgency but not so much that it makes you want to stop) Unfortunately this isn’t something that really wears off but rather wears down and just becomes leas intense as you get used to it/stronger

- Pact mark allows him to shapeshift into you and anyone who you have had a sexual or romantic encounter with

Beelzebub: The Fly

- MOUTHS ALL OVER: A mouth on his forhead where his horn comes out of and the markings spread across his body can open, revealing mouths (def gotta have some on his hands I fear. Can also change the locations of his markings and can consume things such as magical energy through his mouths

- Should be able to create a third horn in the middle of his forehead to make his horns appear like a crown (Lord of the flies had a teeny lil crown its a bit funny)

- Should have more fur aspects like his wings should have fur at the base and around the outline maybe

- His markings should be furry and the fur makes it look like they’re black flames 🔥

- Should have four wings that appear like two until he gets ready for takeoff, to which they spread out real wide

- Ik he’s a really simple guy so his design is simple too but I think he’s just missing some of that demonic flair. He should have insect arms that he can control (they might look like sticks but they’re actually very strong and useful)

- Always wants to be around you. Always. Even though he moves insanely fast he always loops back around to match your pace

- A bit colorblind and nearsighted but is fast enough to make up for it

- Almost never gets sick but he’s usually the one who brings sickness in the house so his brothers have to make sure he cleans off before coming in 😭 (I imagine demons don’t get sick in the traditional way but its typically some behavioral or magical illness like a common cold for suc/incubi causing like them to be less efficient in seducing humans; like how asmo has his power with his eyes maybe his vision gets blurry for a few months/years or it makes HIM fall for the person he was trying to seduce)

- Lucifer has had to ban him from the kitchen because he kept eating food that already went bad especially if he was sleepwalking

- Can make a protein shake/smoothie out of anything !!!! No matter how erm. Odd the combination

- Always rubs his hands together and licks his lips before eating a meal

- I would like to propose….. him being in charge of the Devildom air force like how Levi is in the navy…. Ik ik came outta nowhere but Flies having those big ass eyes gave me the idea to out goggles on him that look like Fly eyes and then I was like ok well what if that was for when he’s flying and here we are

- OK STAY WITH ME NOW. He used to do the equivalent of illegal drag racing but flying and Belphie would always bet on him and thats how they made food money for Beel sometimes until Lucifer shut the whole thing down after finding out bc its a bad look for Diavolo he also doesn’t want his baby brother getting hurt but he wont say that (Belphie thought he was a killjoy)

- To him. It feels like wherever he goes death and despair follow and has gotten stronger and stronger so that no one close to him will ever die again (“I should’ve been strong enough so that the safest place for her would be by my side” -Marius von Hagen [he makes me so emotional]) (If you’re wondering how this is related its because flies symbolize triumph over adversity as well as death and decay)

- Pact mark is right on top of your stomach (above the bellybutton) and it looks like two triskelions (three wheeled spiral) stacked over each other to create six wheels as a reference to his prior angelhood but as well as a nod to his transformation

- Activation costs you a lot of energy and it feels like you’re starving like you haven’t eaten all day even if you just ate a hearty meal (you go back to normal a bit after activation but its a little maddening while its taking place)

- He can possess your body for a limited amount of time (typically only accidentally triggers this power) during this time any damage that his body takes transfers to you and vice versa (tbh this is much more risky for him than you bc his body is extremely strong so he’ll only take minimal damage but it’s a gamble with you)

- He can also steal some of the nutrients from your body so um. I’d be careful of that (he won’t ever actually do it but now that your bodies are connected he can)

Belphegor: The Cattle

- STOP SHOWING HIS FUXKINH EYE BEHIND HIS EMO HAIR/ sorry had to get that off my chest. It coulddd be something that could make him more eerie and off putting like a demon but his whole thing is that he looks cute and sweet but is actually intelligent and dangerous so maybe just. It shows in his demon form only if anything

- He should have a bell on his tail. It would be kewt. Not something he inherently has but he wags his tail in his sleep often so the brothers put it on him so they don’t trip over him (he hates it but he’s too tired to gaf)

- He should be more fuzzy too like having his right arm have an arm warmer rather than that sleeve that doesn’t even look connected like. Also theres a mix of fuzz and thorns on his person. It’s a gamble. Proceed with caution.

- His boots should be more like hooves kinda like what I said for satan but boots and more comfy looking

- They were way too shy with his cow spots imo. I think it should almost look like he has vitiligo (but with more melanin rather than less yk)

- HE SHOULD HAVE A LITTLE EARRING THAT LOOKS LIKE THE CATTLE TAG

- Got a nose piercing (septum I think?) after learning about piercings in the human world but doesn’t use it much anymore

- Nitpicky but I think his horns should end while sticking forward rather than curling out all the way to resemble a bull thats ready to charge

- Appreciating the fact that he has four belts likely to represent the four chambers of cows’ stomachs

- Separation anxiety victim NUMBER ONE. Especially after Lilith died he’s gotten so anxious being without his loved ones and never really wants to leave their sides bc he never knows when they’ll be gone

- He is Beel’s eyes and probably has the best vision in the family tbh 25/20 vision fr

- A lil colorblind though; affects his drawings and when levi asks him to doodle with him he always uses a unique set of colors (hes grabbing at them randomly)

- Likes to just watch his brothers socialize and be with them. An observer in his own home. The only reason he gets out of bed everyday is to see the people he cares about most

- Likes silly little puzzles, games and toys like rubix cubes and bouncy balls n shi but gets annoyed if you just give it to him and expect him to play by himself like !!!!! Keep him company !!!!!!!!!

- When he was trapped in the attic Lucifer would sometimes bring him enrichment toys and fill him in on current news or just sit there in silence to keep him company while turned away from him (If he looks at him too long he might fold and let him out; he loves his brother but. He thinks this is what needs to be done)

- Pact mark is on your thigh probably snug on the inside and whenever he’s laying on your lap he looks at it and maybe traces it before drifting off

- It probably looks like a symbol of a moon or spiral inside of a sun representing the midnight sun and the neutrality of the sloth sin (a sun that never rises or sets)

- Can sap your energy and make you see hallucinations or make you want to sleep; can probably put you in hibernation as long as it doesn’t hurt you and can eat your nightmares # dreamcatcher

[purplecoffee13]

The Fake Girlfriend - pt. 4*

Summary: “Harry and Y/N faked their break-up when they got back to the wedding, and they haven’t seen each other since. But Y/N can’t handle the silence, and decides to confront him.”

Wc: 5.2k

Tropes: semi-enemies-to-lovers (she hates him)

Warnings: angst, overdue confessions, possessiveness, feral!Harry, elevator sex, multiple orgasms (f!receiving), overstimulation (slightly)

A/N: The final part is here!!! I hope you enjoyed this little ride. Thank you for the likes, reblogs and comments. I just wrote this in one sitting, and I haven’t actively proof read it, but I wanted to upload it anyway and I’ll go over it again tomorrow. Enjoy!

It has been three weeks since Harry and I flew back home. After our adventure in the broom closet, Harry’s entire energy had shifted and he was being distant, except when we needed to prove to everyone that we were a couple.

The flight was nothing short of excruciating, and a part of my soul, one that I had decided to lock up for my own sanity, hoped that the plane would never hit the ground. It had become evident that once back home, everything would go back to how it used to be. That stupid flight was the last time I could pretend Harry and I would ever stand a chance.

I was in awe with how fast I'd fallen for him, but seeing him around his family, having him touch me in the ways he did, and watching his eyes sparkle whenever he looked at me. I'm positive I'm making half of it up, especially because I've been reeling over everything that happened over the past week.

Harry and I had agreed, before we even stepped on the plane to Italy, to just tell our friends that it didn't work out once we got back. To say that we got into a fight on the way home, and we were back to hating each other's guts.

At the time I wondered how I was going to fake being heart broken in front of my friends, but I didn't have to lie. Zoey and Natalia were shocked to see how affected I was by this supposed break-up. They never said 'I told you so', but I know they were thinking it. Nonetheless, they stayed with me, talking about it all night.

I managed to twist the story to fit the narrative Harry and I told everyone. I just needed to talk to someone about the whole situation with Ophelia and how I felt foolish for ever thinking we'd have a shot in the first place.

A week after we got back, I saw him in the hallway of the literature building. He doesn't take any literary classes, so I was startled when I saw him standing there. He was alone, and looking at me, but he didn't walk up to me. I tore my gaze away from him and walked into the classroom. I still don't know what we talked about in that class, but I remember sitting by the window to watch him walk to the engineering building, hands buried in his pockets.

Thirty days have passed, and I'm still not entirely over it. Zoey and Natalia asked me to go out for drinks tonight, and I reluctantly accepted. I need to get out of this house and start moving on from the confusing mess I worked myself into.

We meet at a local Irish pub near the campus. Upon arriving, I almost immediately spot the girls sitting in one of the bigger booths. As I near, I spot a few of Malcolm's friends, and my ex himself in the booth too. Zoey sees me and comes running as fast as she can, pulling me away from the table.

"I am so sorry!" She begins, a stressed look on her face. "We texted you that he was here, but we weren't sure if you'd get them in time. I swear, we didn't know he was coming."

I throw her a smile, then pull her into a hug. Zoey stays still first, but slowly wraps her around me too. When I get out of the hug and look back at her, her wide eyes are filled with question marks.

"I really don't care, but thank you for trying to warn me." I rub her arms soothingly. I still sound sad, I know that, but I can't help it. Maybe a beer will help me relieve some of the weight I've been feeling on my shoulders these past few weeks.

"You really liked Harry, didn't you?" She asks me, and I nod, because it's in the past now so there is no point in denying it anymore. "Even though you dated for such a short time."

"He just... I don't know, Zoe. He felt so familiar, and I thought that meant something..." I shrug, feeling my heart strain as I talk. "But it didn't. My mistake."

Zoey gives me a sad smile, and suggests to go get a drink. I agree and we walk to the bar together, where we both order some kind of special beer we've never tasted before. We get caught up in a conversation, and our huge glasses are half-empty by the time we get back to the booth. I greet everyone, blowing a kiss to Natalia who sits in the middle of the booth. She shares the same worried look as Zoey, but at the sight of our faces, she relaxes a bit.

I feel Malcolm's burning stare on me. He is sitting with his arm around another girl, slouched back, fiddling with his empty glass on the table. I don't gift him the satisfaction of meeting his eye any more than necessary, and pick up the conversation with Zoey where we left it off.

An hour goes by, and no one dares to mention Harry so far, which makes me a lucky girl because I don't want to hear about him right now. But I think my mind jinxed it, unfortunately, because over Zoey, Natalia and my laughter, I hear Malcolm's voice say something I didn't even know I was dreading until the words come out of his mouth.

"Did you see that blonde chick Harry was with the other day?" He asks Noel, one of his idiot friends, who has always hated me for some reason. Noel nods intently.

"Oh yeah she was insanely hot, where the fuck did he even get her from?" He replies, and even though I'm not looking at him, I can feel the smirk in his voice.

But I don't really care about the malice with which those words were spoken. All I can think about is the word 'blonde', and how much I wish it isn't who I think it is.

I take a deep breath and finish my beer in one go. I have taken note of the awkward silence that dominates the table, but I don't let it get me self-conscious.

"I have to go." I say to Zoey, and start moving towards the end of the booth. She moves along with me and gets out of the booth so I can get out, but she looks concerned.

"Don't let Mal get to you. He's a jerk." She pleas, and I shake my head.

"He isn't getting to me. I just need to go, I need to see Harry." I explain, even though I'm risking the chance that Natalia and Zoey will physically restrain me from going.

"I'll drive you." I hear Natalia say from behind me. I turn around and see her getting out of the booth as she throws on her jacket.

"Where are you guys going?" Noel asks, a bit of an angry tone in his voice. Natalia turns around and scowls at him.

"To find guys whose balls have dropped."

With that, Zoey and Natalia escort me out of the pub, and we giggle as we get into the car.

"Okay, where does he live again?" Natalia says, getting her car GPS ready. I give her the address, which is actually quite close to the pub, and in under five minutes we have arrived at his apartment complex. I've never been here before, but I keep that to myself, of course.

"All right," Natalia and Zoey turn around to me, who is sitting in the backseat. "let us know when you're inside and if you want us to wait, okay?"

I nod at them, and they cheer me on as I get out of the car. Anxiety fills me as I make my way towards the door, and I feel like I might just throw up as I ring the bell. However, Harry doesn't answer it. To my luck, a woman opens the door from the inside, and holds the door for me so I can walk inside.

Utter fear and excitement make my body shiver as I stand in the empty elevator, waiting to reach the seventh floor where Harry lives. I speed walk towards his front door, but once I'm in front of her, I get increasingly more anxious about knocking.

What if Ophelia is still here? What if they're inside together? I'd look like a fool. Hell, I already do. What part of me even assumed he feels something for me in the first place. For all I know, he doesn't give two shits about me.

But the second I take a physical step back, I shake my head. No, I need to talk to him.

I knock a couple of times, but there is no answer. I stand there for a minute, then knock again. After three minutes of standing there in silence, my shoulders start to slump. He's not here. But there is a string of motivation that pulls me along anyway, and it makes me pick up my phone and dial his number.

Much like his door, he doesn't answer the phone, and I am connected to his voicemail. I take a deep breathe as the peep reaches my ear.

"Hi," I softly say when the peep has faded and it's up to me to leave him a message. "I... I'm uh, I'm at your apartment, but you're not home— Of course, otherwise I wouldn't have had to leave this voicemail."

I squeeze my eyes shut at the awkward trailing off, and clench my jaw to shut myself up before I say too much stupid shit.

"But uhm, I heard you were with— never mind. Can we talk? Let me know, okay?" I stumble, before hanging up. I sigh, rolling my eyes at my own stupidity as I walk back to the elevator.

When I'm back at the car again, the girls are quick to jump me with questions, but their voices fade at the sight of my disappointed face.

"We'll drop you off at your apartment, okay?" Natalia says as Zoey grabs my hand and squeezes it. I silently nod, feeling too stupid to talk or move.

It doesn't take long to get to my apartment, which is on campus. I huh the girls goodbye and make a beeline for the elevator, wanting to get into my bed as soon as possible and watch movies for the rest of the night.

When the elevator reaches my floor, I am quick to step out, but my eyes widen at the person I spot.

At my front door is Harry, whose head shoots towards me at the ping of the elevator. His eyebrows raise at the sight of me, like he's relieved to see me. In a matter of seconds, he's standing in front of me.

"What are you doing here?" I managed to say, my mind cloudy from the surprise of him standing at my front door after I just came back from standing at his front door.

"Making up for my stupidity." He says without missing a beat, a sad look in his eyes. It looks an awful lot like the way he looked at me in the broom closet as his energy completely shifted and he emotionally closed himself off from me for the rest of the trip.

"D– did you get my voicemail?" I ask him, but he shakes his head. I stare at him, doe eyed. Freaky.

"I was just at your apartment. You weren't there, and I thought you were with... Malcolm said he saw you with a blonde girl and I... oh, I don't know I'm rambling." I wave it off, shrugging my shoulders.

"I wasn't." Harry leans down to meet my eyes, and when he does, he says it again. "I wasn't."

He cups my face with his hands and waits for me to respond to him. I nod, softly, my stomach turning at the touch of his hands on my face, and I fight the urge to close my eyes.

"Look, this whole thing is stupid. I caught feelings, and I think I saw things and found meanings that weren't there." I confess to him, the tension in my body already starting to fade away. "I just got weirdly jealous of Ophelia. I mean, here I was with this crush that had been developing for a couple weeks, while she has this deep history with you. I know I can't compete with someone like that."

Harry frowns as if I'm telling him lies, and it gets me a little bit insecure.

"But, I don't know. I guess I just wanted to apologize for if I made things weirder than they needed to be." I give him a half-smile. "So, sorry."

It stays silent between us, for a couple of minutes, but then Harry let's put a short laugh. My cheeks begin to heat up at the sound of it. Is he laughing at me?

I roll my eyes. I thought he was serious about talking to me, and now I feel stupid for what I just said. I go to walk past him, but he doesn't allow me to.

"Let me through." I demand, trying to push his arm away, but he just shakes his head.

"No."

"I'm not going to stand if you're just going to laugh at me. Let me through, Harry." I argue, but he doesn't budge. I groan loudly, then turn around and walk towards the elevator. I hear his footsteps behind me , but I ignore them.

"What are you doing?" He asks, watching me as I push the button from the elevator over and over again, as if it has any effect on the speed with which it will arrive.

"Getting away from you." I grit through my teeth, a little sense of victory washing over me as the elevator door opens. I have no idea where I'm going, but I'm currently opting for tattling Harry to the janitor so he'll get kicked out of the building.

Not so much to my surprise, he follows, standing in front of the buttons. He smirks lazily as I try to move him away, and eventually manage to push the '1' button. The door closes, and I go to turn around, but Harry pulls me back against him, and suddenly the elevator starts shaking a bit, and we come to a halt. I push Harry's arm away from my waist and turn around to see his hand still around the emergency stop. My eyes widen at the realization of what he just did.

"What did you do?!" I cry out.

"We weren't done talking." He says, face turned serious again.

"We were." I argue, crossing my arms. He rolls his eyes at me, just like I did before.

"We were not."

"Well, I was!"

"You can be so difficult sometimes, do you know that?" He tells me, voice strained with irritation.

"Says the guy who stopped the elevator!" I fight back.

"You won't hear me out." Harry reasons, and he's right. I don't. I'm too mad to hear him out right now. So, I don't respond to him with anything but a scowl. He takes a step closer, and I instinctively take one back, tearing my eyes off him and instead staring at the ground.

"And if you don't hear me out, you wouldn't know that Ophelia was never here. I haven't seen her since the wedding. They probably saw me with someone from class." He tells me, and while I feel relieved, I also feel like an idiot for ever having the plan to let janitor Hector throw Harry out of the building.

"And you also wouldn't know that when I was eighteen, I went to this pool party, and I saw this girl in a lilac bikini, playing volleyball in the pool with a beer in her hand," He steps closer again, and I let him. My brows knit and I meet his eyes. "and I fell in love with her right then and there."

I remember that party. I didn't know he was there, too.

"But she was dancing with someone else, so I hooked up with this girl named Marie. And when I went on a date with her, I discovered her best friend was the girl from the pool party." He explains, and I scoff. What a pretty fairytale like story, too good to be true. Harry shakes his head slowly, and then cups my face with his hands again.

"I swear to god, Y/N. I've liked you from the first time I laid eyes on you three years ago. I was young, and stupid and I'm sorry you lost that friendship because of me. I shouldn't have made a move on you while dating someone else, that was stupid and I can't take that back. But I got too excited with the fact that I could finally talk to you."

"You worry about me and Ophelia's history. Well, I've wanted you for three years. I've just been waiting for even a sliver of a chance, and I promised myself I wouldn't fuck it up when I got it." He tells me, and the generosity in his voice makes me want to cry. "I just got a bit nervous, after what happened those two nights. I didn't want it to be a one time thing. But I acted too distant, I shouldn't have done that. But I swear, from the moment I saw you, it's been you. Not Ophelia or anyone else, just you, okay? And if you don't believe me, let me add that my parents actually don't know Leila's gay."

I take a deep, shaky breath, unable to take my eyes off of him, and then push my lips onto his. It's sudden, and it's needy, and it stems from the overwhelming urge to be as close to him as I possibly can. I can't articulate what I feel but I can show it by the way I kiss him.

He doesn't waste anytime and deepens the kiss as soon as my arms have flung around his neck. His tongue dances around mine hungrily, but there is still this gentleness in his movements. He is holding back a bit, as if he kissing me like he really wants to will make me disappear. I decide to pull out of the kiss for a moment, and we stare at each other, breathless with the passion that is burning in both our bodies.

"I missed you." I blurt out, shocking myself and him. Harry's mouth forms into a wide smile, and dives his head straight into my neck. A moan escapes my mouth the second I feel him starting to suck on my skin.

"Harry... we probably shouldn't do this here." I protest ever so slightly, because I actually do not care but I'd rather have him in my bed than against the hard wall. "Let's go back to my place."

He kisses his way up to my jaw, and gums in agreement. I go to step away from him to push back the emergency stop, but Harry doesn't let me. He puts his left hand around my neck and kisses me again, while his right hand hikes up my skirt. Upon stopping the kiss, he leans into my ear.

"We'll get out of here once you've had an orgasm. Consider it an apology for laughing just now." He purred. The combination his heavy breathing and his fingers slipping into my panties makes me shut my eyes tightly. He strokes my pussy with two of his fingers, getting a feel of my wetness.

"Poor girl, I've got you all soaked, don't I?" He taunts as he begins to rub my clit. I moan a 'yes', too aroused to be able to handle the slow teasing. I just want to come so we can get out of here and he can fuck me on my bed.

"Harry, please..." I plead with him, and somewhat of a growl leaves his mouth. His fingers disappear from my heat and I whine at the sudden coolness of my underwear's fabric in my pussy.

I hear the jingle of his belt and I look down to see him taking his rock hard cock out of his pants. Before I can even ask what he's doing, Harry grabs my ass and lifts me up. I instinctively wrap my legs around him, gasping at the feel of his cock against my wet folds.

"I'm going to give you my cock baby, and you're going to take it like the good girl you are, alright?" He commands, taking my underwear between both of his hands and ripping it apart. I widen my eyes at the sight of him pushing away my torn panties, but I'm too turned on from it to get mad.

"Harry, we're in an elevator. What if other people—"

"Do I look like I give a shit about other people? They can take the stairs for all I care." He interrupts me, voice raised a bit. I shake my head ever so hesitantly. "Now, do you want my cock or not?"

He slaps my thigh when I don't respond to him immediately, so I nod as fast as I can.

"Yes, I want it. Please." I look at him, and he leans in to kiss me again. This time it's harsh, and sloppy and needy, the passion having turned into a rough fire that can only be put out with a hard fuck.

He stops the kiss, aligns himself with my pussy, and then pushes himself into me. I let out a shameless cry at the feeling of his dick gliding into me. It's so easy because of how wet I am, and I like how big he is and how it hurts the first minute.

"Fuck, you have no idea how much I've dreamed of this, love." He starts out slow, knowing his size is something to get used to, but I want none of that.

"Go faster, Harry. I don't care if it hurts, I just want you." I gasp into his mouth in between kisses, and he groans loudly before pushing himself into me with a sharp trust that gives me a burning feeling in my core. It's like I've turned a switch, because Harry's pace is unbelievable and I find it might be too much to handle. Every thought I have fades away until the only thing I can think about is him.

I moan like we're in an isolated room and watch his beautiful face and the curls that fall in front of his face because of the harshness of the thrusts.

"Ah! Fuck, fuck, Harry!" The only words I'm able to articulate from all that are flying through my brain.

"Thaaat's it baby. You get what you asked for " He smirks, his fingers finding their way to my clit. I cry out from the moment he starts to rub circles on it, and I know I won't last very long anymore.

"Are you gonna cum for me already, baby? Are you gonna cream all over my thick cock?" He asks and I can't help but scream out. My tits are almost spilling out of my top because of the way Harry's fucking me against this wall.

"Yes, yes, please! I'm gonna—" I can't even finish my sentence before my orgasm takes ahold of my body, mind and soul. My walls are pulsating around Harry and I'm pulling on his hair for some kind of support as I fall apart. I try to catch my breath, but I'm not able to because Harry drills into me even harder than before.

"H– Harry what are you, oh..." My eyes roll to the back of my head at the amount of stimulation that I'm currently feeling. My grip on his head loosens and I slowly start becoming nothing but a rag doll for him to fuck stupid.

"You're mine now." He growls, and I nod at him, too out of breath to say anything. "And I'm going fuck you until I cum inside your sweet pussy, and you'll hold it in there until we get to your apartment. Do you understand?"

I nod at his request, but he isn't pleased with that. He wraps one of his hands around my neck and squeezes ever so slightly.

"I said: do you understand?"

"I understand." I sputter out, and with that he is back to pounding himself into me. He doesn't take his time, and I know it's because he needs this release just as much as I do. His thumb finds its way to my button again and he continues rubbing and rubbing until I'm nothing but a shivering mess under him.

"Look at you, getting fucked stupid in an elevator by your boyfriend. Such a little slut, all for– fuck! All for me, huh?" He rambles and nothing but words of agreement leave my mouth at his dirty words as I feel my legs tremble with the arrival of a second orgasm.

I push Harry's face against mine to muffle my own scream, but the way he moans into me doesn't quite help my case.

"Fuck I'm gonna cum, baby." He says, and I gather all my mental strength to return some of that dirty talk he's been providing me with.

"Cum for me, please. I need it so fucking bad, baby. Make me yours." I mewl and his thrusts become more erratic with every word I utter, and by the time I'm done talking, I feel the hot spurts of his cum coating my walls.

We're both unable to talk for a minute. We stand there, catching our breath with our foreheads pressed against each other.

"I'm gonna pull out, baby." Harry says after another minute of coming back to earth. I nod tiredly, and hiss as he removes his dick from me. He slowly lowers my legs to the ground, but I hold on tight to his neck because my legs need a few seconds to adjust to holding up my entire body weight.

Harry puts on his pants again and shimmies down my skirt for me before pushing the emergency stop. The elevator goes up almost immediately, but it feels like forever, especially with the feeling of Harry's cum starting to leak out of me. I do my best to hold it in, but it's hard when your legs have just done the most intense work-out they've ever done in their entire life.

When the elevator door opens on my floor, we are met with another couple, who looks at us with a frown when met with the state of us. It doesn't help that the elevator smells like sex now, so we walk out as quickly as we can, Harry adding a cheeky 'goodnight' before we rush to my door.

We both burst into laughter the second the elevator closes and I open my front door for us to get in. Once inside, Harry picks me up and Carrie's me to my couch, where he lays me down on my back. He lies on top of me, partly holding himself up so I don't crush under him, and gives me a deep, long kiss.

His hands stroke through my hair as our lips brush against each other. It's delicate and I could cry at the softness of it all. Harry pulls out of the kiss to analyze my face. He takes in every feature, as do I, and after a bit of silence he speaks up.

"I can't believe you let me have you." He says, those stars in his eyes that I love so much.

"I can't believe your parents don't know Leila's gay."

That makes him laugh, and in time me, because his laugh is the most beautiful thing I've ever heard, apart from his moans.

"You liked me for three years." I state what he said earlier, and he nods a genuine nod.

"Three and half, to be exact."

"You're crazy." I shake my head with a chuckle.

"Deal with it. Your boyfriend is a crazy guy." He says and kisses my neck again, before moving away from me.

"Where are you going?" I ask with a frown, not happy with him just going away out of nowhere. I roll my eyes when he hikes up my skirt once again and starts kissing my thigh.

"Harry, I already came two times. I don't know if I'll be able to come."

"Ssh, baby. Just want a taste." He says before attaching his mouth to my clit. I let out a shriek at how intense the feeling is, especially in regards to the sensitivity of my clit.

I become a moaning mess right away, and my hand finds its way to his hair. He sucks and licks long stripes all over my pussy. He lifts his face for a moment, mouth and nose glistening with our arousal and pushes two of his fingers further and further into my mouth. I suck on them with a satisfied moan, until he retracts them and shoved them into my already filled up hole.

"Oh, m– oh my god!" I whimper as his fingers pump in and out of me, and he knocks me out of the park when he starts flicking his tongue over my clit.

I know my orgasm is closing in, but I've never experienced three orgasms in one night before, and I have to say I'm slightly scared of this one. Everything feels so intense that I don't know how I'm going to react to this third one.

A string of curses and moans are the only thing that leave my mouth as I shut my eyes so tight that I swear I see stars, and my entire body pulsates as he helps me ride out my high. I don't even have the strength to open my eyes until Harry gets back on eye level with me.

"Open your eyes baby." He whispers, his fingers caressing my cheek. My eyes flutter open and I whine incoherently.

"I know love, I know. I'll get you all cleaned up and then we' go to sleep, alright." He tells me, planting a kiss on my cheek before getting up and scooping me up from the couch. I already feel awake enough to walk myself, but I keep quiet so he can carry me to my bathroom.

He strips both of us from our clothes and turns on the shower. He cleans me up, even though I insist I do it myself, and afterwards he also fancies himself in charge of what I'm wearing to bed. He picks out a simple, oversized Metallica t-shirt I got from my dad, and helps me put it on before getting into bed with me.

I have to say I am quite sleepy, so my eyes fall shut quite easily. Harry keeps on playing with my now wet hair, making me even more drowsy.

"I won't mess this up." He says, mostly to himself, I think. But I respond anyway.

"I won't let you."

[tarothouselattier]

Hi! I wanted to do a light-hearted fun reading, so I present to you the:

What you might enjoy doing for ✨fun✨ PAC

You might know the answer to that already, but if you’re as detached from yourself as I am sometimes *Cap moon shit💅*, then this is for you:

❗️images were taken and are owned by me❗️

If you’re not sure how to choose a pile, what I like to do is observe image, close my eyes and while taking a few deep breaths I repeat the question in my mind and ask spirit to guide me to my pile. After I open my eyes I observe the piles again and one or more usually stands out to me. It just buzzes with energy. I just can’t tear my gaze away. No matter what, I come back to that pile.

If this is not your way of doing things, I asked my spirit guides to help me choose a photo that correlates specifically with you and your energy. Even the text “Pile” I chose for you based on your energy. So, feel free to just choose what you like.

I HOPE I DIDN’T BOAR YOU YET.

If not,

HERE’S YOUR READING, HONEY. I hope you enjoy 😉

PILE 1 🐘

I haven’t drawn cards yet, so can’t say this 100% for sure, but in my mind I saw skis. Water-skis. So, heh, maybe you could try that.

Pile 1, I feel like you have been stuck in a rut. You need to move your body. shake up your whole day, get creative.  it’s like you’ve been committing to only feeling a certain way and not exploring your options.  fun is fun, but if it doesn’t come your way easily the way that you would hope it to, you realise you just need to commit to having fun and this might sound counter-productive: get serious about having fun, get serious about it.

the Way, you are committing yourself to feeling miserable, commit yourself to having fun. Is that take care of yourself, give that nourishing Empress energy to your body and to your soul.

your energy is scattered. You might get excited easily so much so that you just don’t know what to commit yourself to. You need to ground your energy in something that you would really love to do in the moment and then simply do it. And after that you can see if you would like to do the other things that you considered.

Commit to joy, commit to celebrating, to being unserious 😝

Activities:  you could like filming TikTok‘s to silly sounds. It matches your energy perfectly. I heard the sound of “tied together with a pink ribbon”.

you could try a game of charades. You might be good at that.

Hide and seek.

BEACH DAY. Truly. Play with a ball. Water slides and all that good stuff.

Activities you liked as a child.

Have a celebration. HAVE A PARTY.

Very childlike excited energy overall. Take me to the beach with you😎

Pile 2 🌻

you are tired.

You are fighting a battle. But not with outside forces. The battle is within.

Fun is not even something you can focus on right now, as your mind has succumbed to fear. Your judgment is clouded with self-doubt. You are lacking the self-confidence that you naturally need to live a relaxed and lavish life.

You might be fighting battles in your head that a long over in real life. They are weighing you down. You might be ruminating on how you could’ve done things differently.

This can mean that you have forgotten all about your passions and the kind of joy, happiness, and fulfillment that came with doing what you love.

ADVICE

Be your own justice system.

Decide what is true for you and what is not.

Spirit is telling you to dive deep into your emotional world. That is your sanctuary. you cannot see a path for yourself to move forward right now, but you need to clean it. You need to shed all of the things that don’t serve you don’t align with the happiness enjoy you want to actually have in your life and you need to let them go. No matter what, no matter what your logic says, you need to let go of everything that you do not enjoy.

I hope you find your joy and peace within, I truly do, pile 2. Sending you love and strength ❤️❤️🔥



Pile 3 💃

You wanna be that girl😉

my first impressions of this reading you just want to balance the scales of life with yourself. Life lacks YOU. and I feel like you need to socialise to have fun. That’s my first thought also birds might be significant because when I said down to do your reading I saw like a single bird on a wire  and also two figures on the two of cups card looks like they have wings I was like oh my God, maybe you should try flying for fun sometime I don’t know grab a parachute and be like “bye-bye😝”

Listen to the song “I wanna dance with somebody”  because that is the vibe that came to me from your cards.

 it’s like you want to share your life with other people and rejoice. You want to be part of the big picture. You do it for fun. You want to be part of the collective that maybe parties, socialises. you just want to show yourself to this world, but most of all you just want to be a bad bitch. You want to be part of this world and let me tell you you are. You don’t have to sit there in silence all alone, oh my God I just saw the word STAR, and there’s also beauty near it. You’re a star for sure. for fun if you wanna have fun, you need to go out there and show yourself, step into your power and maybe you listen to I don’t know what that song is called Elsa sings it in Frozen 2. OH. It’s literally called “Show yourself”🗿 see this is what I’m talking about you are powerful and you’re fine and you’re sexy and you just need to balance your life, especially like your emotional world, balance it with your real material life. You don’t have to hide and no you are not a meek, little small mouse or whatever that’s just limitations that you put on yourself that aren’t even there. You wish to be fun, exciting, enjoying life and you are. YOU CAN. You just don’t do it. There’s no limitations you just don’t do it. So just do it.(The nike slogan jumped out). Be out there and envision the bad bitch version that you wanna be, what your life is like. Just envision it and then just go out and do that because it’s the most fun you’ll ever have in life. Being yourself is the most fun you’ll ever have in life, and you don’t even have to like be with others in order to do that.

Just love yourself because it’s good for your health and I don’t know if it’s just me and my insatiable habit to sing everything that I say or you are a singer as well. If so than welcome to the club🥵🥵🥰. Go out to the club sing some song, sing karaoke, sing with your beautiful wonderful actually big heart, you’re a star. Damn I would give anything to watch right now I love you bye❤️