#i love every one of these idiots so very much

[saeist]

what people don't know about sae itoshi is that despite being known as the nonchalant final boss, he's actually the most chalant person known to man when it comes to his lover

it's quite hilarious really. people who know about your relationship usually come to you and ask how the soccer super star prodigy has been treating you but you always answer the same— he's treating you well

although people don't really buy it. the way sae acts around you in public is rigid at best. yes, he's your boyfriend and yes, he loves you very much but when you two are out and about, media outlets just can't help but publish articles about how the famed middle fielder is totally "an emotional unavailable partner" (sae reports every single article about this btw)

sae itoshi is a man of few words. letting his actions talk for him is one way to put it

but behind closed doors? it's another story

it might be considered a legend that the sae itoshi is actually a pretty hands on boyfriend. in fact, sometimes it becomes a little too much when he dotes on you so much

one time you texted him that you had a headache for a while now and you almost forgot who you were texting the second he replies that it's because you didn't do this and that today

[3:14 PM] mi corazón: ? [3:14 PM] mi corazón: did you drink water today? i didn't see you drink before i left for training [3:15 PM] mi corazón: have you eaten? fucking hell don't tell me you "forgot" to eat again because you were caught up at work? [3:16 PM] mi corazón: wya? i'll order you food. ask your shitty co workers what they want too so i can treat your department while i'm at it. tsk [3:17 PM] mi corazón: tsk. what will you do without me [3:17 PM] you: sae... it's just a headache.... it's hot out today [3:18 PM] mi corazón: you forgot to bring the fucking umbrella i got you from pasotti? [3:19 PM] you: ykw i don't have a headache anymore [3:20 PM] mi corazón: read 3:20 PM

another time was you had joined him into going on a hike with his friends (shidou and aiku) and you accidentally had spluttered mud all over your legs

aiku and shidou were kind enough to stop so you could clean yourself up but you simply brush it off and say that it's part of the nature experience of hiking but sae thought otherwise

he grabbed a wet wipe from his backpack (another hc: he comes prepared like a boyscout with shit like this like personal hygiene shit💀), kneels down behind you and starts wiping the mud off your legs

much to everyone's surprise

"be careful next time" sae mutters, wiping the last bit of mud on your calf before disposing the now dirty wipes away

when you don't say anything, sae looks up and raises a brow

"what?"

he then watches your eyes motion to the bystanders being aiku and shidou, who both had their jaws dropped to the floor

who knew their little soccer super star friend could be this down bad to their lover?

sae immediately gets up from the ground, brushing his trousers as he clears his throat. as if that could erase that beautiful moment shared with you from aiku and shidou's minds

"tsk. don't make a big deal out of it" sae clicks his tongue in annoyance as he leads the pack back on the trail. consciously ignoring aiku and shidou's loud giggles and teasing

sae knows damn well that they won't ever live this down but who cares. if it's you, he'd do anything in a heartbeat

a few weeks pass by and my, was sae was right. those two idiots did not in fact live it down. so much that they just had to leak it to the media that the nonchalant final boss, sae itoshi isn't the final boss to nonchalance after all

the first thing he sees on his phone was a new article posted by pop base

[EXCLUSIVE] SAE ITOSHI ISN’T EMOTIONALLY CONSTIPATED AFTER ALL? JUICY INSIDERS SCOOP!

when he takes a peek at the article (before he reports it), it was oddly specific and detailed about that one hiking trip you had a few weeks ago. he didn't have to put two and two together to figure out who these "juicy insiders" were

"god damn it" sae clenches his jaw as he continues to skim through the article

suddenly sae hears you burst out laughing from the living room

oh no.

sae trudges to your shared living room with your own cup of kombucha for the day and sees you laughing your ass out while reading the same article

"stop reading that" sae groans, settling down the cup on the coffee table. he takes a seat next to you and leans his head on top of yours

"they're right you know" you giggle, reading the article "for a guy who acts all cold and collected on the outside, you sure are the exact opposite on the inside"

sae rolls his eyes, "gee. i wonder where they got that information from. i'm going to kill both of them" he mutters, pertaining to shidou and aiku

"you're just embarrassed that you've been exposed for the secret lover boy you are"

"they don't need to know what goes on behind closed doors" he points out. true

"okay lover boy. whatever you say" you laugh, holding your hands up in surrender. there was no point with arguing with sae when it comes to shit like this

there's a moment of silence after that. you glance up to catch sae quietly looking at you. like he was all caught up in the moment within your shared humble abode

"jesus. you really are down bad" you gasp quietly, covering your mouth pretending to be shocked. sae snaps out of his little trance hearing your words and flicks your forehead

"am not!"

"are so!"

"no!"

"yes!"

"i love you" you interject, catching sae slightly off guard

you meet sae's eyes as they soften. he simply shrugs and wraps an arm around your shoulders as he pulls you close to his chest

"and i love you more— now stop reading that stupid article before i report you and that damn news media outlet"

"sae!"

[kaivenom]

This is a silly one but I’ve always found it interesting to see! Maybe the strawhats (platonic) with a very self-sacrificing reader? Like they don’t notice how genuinly bad it is until a big ultimatum where the reader happily just goes in head first to die for them knowing there’s no hope of saving them (but the strawhats do save them and now they all are kinda realising that maybe the reader isn’t just a bit of a reckless idiot)

I would have requested the dilfs for this but they fit more also LOVE all your writings and LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVEEEE the dilf content . Hope you’re having a good day!

The strawhats crew with a self-sacrificing!reader

Masterlist

You are on the nursery room of the ship and can hear all the yells on the deck.

You can't hear the words but you can sense that they are angry. You start to feel sad because they are angry at you.

Then Chopper came back and started to check the bandages without saying a word.

"I'm sorry that you are mad at me, next time i would do it right."

Chopper looked at you and started crying while catching your hand.

"Please don't do that again, we don't want there to be a next time of this..."

You nodded and Chopper left the room, you were shocked that he said that, why would there no be another time? sacrificing for the team it's your thing, that's why you are worthy to the team.

The next weeks, while you recover, all your crewmates seem extremely careful and attentive with you.

Sanji prepares your favourite food and sits with you until you finish it.

Zoro makes you take naps with him when you are too much time standing up.

Ussop tries to make up jokes to make you laugh.

Robin and Nami do a lot of girls nights with you.

Brook keeps playing your favourite tunes.

Chopper is always by your side, cheking your wounds.

Luffy is there too, but just doing Luffy things.

You aren't used to all this attention, you feel really misplaced with all of this. Even though they are being really nice, it's noticable that there is a shadow upon all of them.

Once your wounds are finally closed and Chopper gives you the medical discharge, you go to the kitchen to tell them.

But they have a stressed look, they made you sit and Luffy took the word.

"Don't you ever do that again, you are part of the team and you can't run like that to danger, once we can pass it but you do it every time like your life is worth nothing and you almost died this last time..."

"But that is my part on the team, you have a doctor, swordsman, cook... i am the cannon meat, the one who sacrifices."

You said it with a smile but all of them are frowning, you could even saw a couple of tears on someone's eyes.

Luffy banned you from going to battle and you always had someone near you.

Even Chopper started studying some psychology to do therapy seasons with you.

You at first didn't saw the problem but since they all are so annoying about that, you do as they say.

Weeks passed and you started to notice that maybe they are right, that you shouldn't run directly into danger cause that would make them sad and you all are a team.

The moment you told them you were sorry and that you understood and won't do it again, was the moment they all cried like babies and suffocated you on a hug.

From now on, you would try to be more self-conscious about danger, so you won't hurt them again.

[melanchoire]

g!p drunk karina idk if i asked this alr i forgot or maybe not

this is the first time you ask this anon!!

cw: alcohol, breeding, creampie, riding.

from the beginning you knew that accepting the invitation to the program on lee youngji’s youtube channel was a bad idea when you knew that you’d have to go with karina

she had already attended that show in 2023, but that episode was so chaotic. karina was the only idol who touched her plate of food during the video, and yet, not even when her mouth was full of food did she shut up or stop being so loud and noisy 😮‍💨 and when youngji gave her a compliment and she replied “stop lying. you say that to all the female idols.” you didn’t know whether to call it having bad temper or an unbearable attitude

and so it was! that day, it seemed like karina and youngji were competing to see who could playfully flirt with you, giving you sudden compliments and most of them were very unnecessary or stupid honestly

youngji giving you more alcohol than she should 😭 none of the idols who attended got drunk, rather tipsy or something looser, but you and karina? according to youngji’s words, it was a single bottle of soju, but you swear that every time the bottle was about to run out, the moment you looked away from it and back at the drink, it magically appeared full again 🤨 but she said you were probably just being a lightweight with a bad memory and your brain was playing tricks on you

and coming home was a complete horror 💀 both you, but especially karina, were too drunk to be able to use your phones and order a taxi or call the manager 😭 youngji having to take care of that on her own, pretending to be oblivious to the reason why you two seemed so affected by alcohol when supposedly all three of you ingested the same amounts of alcohol, when she was always focusing on talking more to avoid drinking too much and letting you be the ones who drink the most drinks

having to help karina get into the taxi because she was too drunk that she couldn’t get into the car and almost hit her forehead because apparently she forgot that to get into a car you have to bend down a little and lower your head

the way home being complete silence 😶‍ you feel the driver’s gaze on you at all times, his eyes meeting yours through the rearview mirror was something impossible to ignore 🤐 that old man probably thought you were two idiots who went out with their friends and drank until they got drunk…

karina leaned against the car door, looking through the window with an expression that made it abundantly clear that a part of her was no longer here… but what dominated your thoughts the most was you praying inside that she doesn’t feel nauseous or throw up in the taxi car 😣 it would be too much embarrassment for your own good

upon arriving at her apartment building, you pay the driver and get out of the car with her in record time, you were longing to get home and lie down in your bed, your body longing for that much–loved rest that the next morning would take its toll on you with a terrible hangover

helping karina walk to the elevator by putting your arm around her torso, but luckily, at least she wasn’t pushing her weight against your side because you weren’t strong enough to carry her

but she changes completely when she gets to the door of her apartment?!?!? you innocently thought that maybe the effects of the alcohol were slowly wearing off... how naive of you!

you sit on the couch with your phone in hand, ready to order another taxi so that this time you can be the one to head home

“what are you doing?” you didn’t hear karina’s footsteps when she approached you, much less did you feel when she sat on the couch next to you too close

“uhm, trying to hail a cab home.” “you’re not going anywhere.”

you look at her with a frown, not understanding what the problem is with wanting to go home after a long and tiring day

“it‘s not safe for you to go home in this state. i mean, you’re a little drunk and it wouldn’t be very polite of me to leave you alone in this state. besides, the driver might try to take advantage of it.”

her words would have been sweeter and showed her concern for you if it weren’t for the fact that her hand is resting on your thigh and dangerously close to your inner thigh, sliding up and down as her head rests on your shoulder with her face almost hidden in the crook of your neck

and you would say something at the sudden and very close touch if it weren't for the fact that she doesn’t let you react and suddenly kisses you

you would object to this but you would be lying if you said you hadn’t wanted for a long time to be this close to your dear leader... but please! she’s the whole combo. that pretty face with pronounced and sharp features that looks good even without makeup. that body… at first, it seemed a little absurd when fans were so obsessed with the term “body goals” or always talking about the artists’ bodies, but god, when you started going to the gym or practicing and rehearsing choreographies for comebacks or performances at awards ceremonies with karina, your mouth watered every time karina wore tight shirts or something that accentuated her chest 👀 and when she wore leggings or sweatpants? it was more than a difficult task for you not to have your eyes glued to the notorious outline of her dick 😣 you felt like a pervert having your gaze glued to your leader’s crotch every time you saw the tent in her pants, almost immediately taking your eyes off her and hoping that if anyone noticed they would think you were just staring at a blank spot or just not focusing your gaze

you don’t remember exactly when you went from just kissing karina on the couch in her apartment to being on her lap riding her cock... but you weren’t complaining!

based on her blurry eyes and lazy grin you can’t exactly tell what she’s concentrating on right now… maybe she was paying attention to the vulnerable look on your face, noticing the frown and grimace you were trying to hide due to you having some difficulty getting used to the size of your leader ☹️ or maybe she was admiring the way your hips moved against hers and how your pussy was having some trouble taking her length completely because look at her! she’s definitely big and just by looking at her face you know it 😉 and the way your tits were bouncing under your shirt? that was something that had caught karina’s gaze and had taken her full attention, if it were up to her, she wouldn’t have hesitated twice to tear the fabric from your skin and let your bare breasts jiggle in front of her face or even bury her face between them and entertain her mouth for a while… but karina’s hands were too busy resting on your thighs and massaging your skin, occasionally rising to sit on your hip bones and guide your movements, or even go down to your ass and give your cheeks a couple of slaps until they have bright red finger marks and then massage the skin to make sure you’re not so sore afterwards because she’s not that mean!

she’s sooo cocky about it. “having a hard time up there? c’mon baby, i know you can take it. do it for unnie.” and she digs her fingers into your hips as she moves her own hips up to meet yours and thrust into you 😵‍💫

and she absolutely loves it when your orgasm starts to get closer and you lose control completely, going from having your hands on her shoulders to wrapping your arms around her neck and pressing your chest against hers as you lose complete control as you ride her 🥴

and karina is not mean or selfish at all! massaging your clit with two of her fingers in a rhythm that drove you crazy, whispering taunts mixed with compliments in your ear and looking at you with glossy eyes and a smug smile… she really enjoyed it when you came on her cock at the same time as she filled your womb with her seed! 🥰 keeping her cock inside your pussy to make sure she keeps it all inside you until your walls absorb it completely and not even the smallest drop dares to escape

your limp body resting on top of karina’s because riding her took all the energy out of your body and the alcohol was starting to take its toll on you and you were starting to feel dizzy 💔

luckily, karina unnie is always here to take care of her members, especially when it comes to her favorite member ❤�� running a hand through your hair, brushing away the loose strands that stuck to your forehead from the thin layer of sweat covering your body, giving you a kiss on the crown of your head and massaging your back

but karina was in a much worse state than you, even if you don’t believe it! it was enough to leave you lying on her bed for her body to fall on the mattress as if she had no life

and well, the next day is a different story. waking up with karina hugging you from behind, her chest pressed against your back and murmuring a ‘good morning.’ in a deep and raspy voice 😵‍💫 she offers you to shower with her because according to her words it’s late and you have less than an hour to get ready and go to the company, and well, for one or another reason you two end up having a quickie in the shower, karina pressing your chest against the cold tiles of the wall and fucking you from behind with her hands having an almost tearing grip on your waist and growling in your ear 🤤

arriving at practice with an unbearable hangover and pain in your hips that you try to hide but it’s difficult when you have to do a movement that requires too much effort in that area… the members know that you did nothing but sit and drink with youngji yesterday, but none of them dare to comment on what their unnies do in their free time together

[s0urw00lf]

I miss you I’m sorry

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x reader

Warnings: angst, crying, heartache, heartbreak the whole nine yards

An: jeez this was a crazy write. I’m very proud of it though. Please i love this i can’t believe i wrote it.

Off and on. Thats the best way to describe what you and rafe were. You get together, act like idiots in love, then everything changes and you’re each others biggest enemy. But it wasn’t really true. You and rafe were idiots in love. Just not the romantic kind.

Thats what made you write it, you hadn’t expected it to become as big as it did. It almost scared you how scared you were of him hearing it. And he hadn’t until toppers girlfriend kept playing a live concert you did, and rafe knew immediately. He knew your voice like it belonged to him.

“Who is that?” He asked her, she was confused as he’d never went out of his way to start a conversation with her. “Uh- y/n l/n” she said. When your name slipped past her lips Rafe’s heart almost stopped.

Thats how he found himself down a rabbit hole on your music. Every song on your album made was about him and he knew it. But the one that stuck out the most was ‘I miss you im sorry’. Rafe knew the two of you were toxic there was no other word for it but you were so you and he was him and you mended so perfectly together until you didn’t.

He knew it was stupid. The dumbest thing he could’ve done but he couldn’t help himself. He needed to see you, to hear you at least one last time. He bought a ticket to your concert in Austin and he flew out the next day.

He was in the very front row, the closest to the stage. He knew you’d see him and he didn’t know if that’s what he wanted or needed.

When you arrived on the stage the crowd went wild, and you looked like heaven, your long sparkly dress complemented your glistening skin perfectly.

Rafe could’ve died and went to heaven right then and there, the smile you wore on your face you would’ve never guessed you spent so many nights crying on the floor of your old shared apartment because of him.

“Hey guys” you greeted, the crowd cheered loudly. “Thank you so much for coming out to my show. This album means the world to me and im so thankful so many people connected with it as much as i did” you say with a sincere smile. Rafe felt his chest tighten, he almost couldn’t believe he was seeing you again.

“I wrote this album after my first ever relationship, i was so in love with this guy, he meant the world to me but we weren’t good for each other and we just couldn’t accept that until we both walked away with more damage than we walked in with” you explained walking across the stage the train of your dress trailing behind you. “I haven’t spoken to him since, and im not even sure he knows where i am today but i hope he’s doing well. Anyway, let’s get this party started shall we” you say with a huge smile.

You preformed beautifully, every song was sang to perfection and rafe almost forgot the main reason he was here. That was until he saw you sit down at the piano, not even ten feet from you.

You set the mic on the stand in front of you “now this song, this holds a special place in my heart so i hope you enjoy.” You say. You took a deep breath feeling nervous. Somehow you had a feeling he was there.

Maybe it was the familiarity of his presence or the weight of his gaze. You’d felt it the whole performance and you tried to brush it off, but with this song you couldn’t because it held so much emotion that you didn’t let him see and now there was a possibility that he was here seeing you sing it raw and live.

You let out a deep breath and started playing the chords, swallowing the lump in your throat.

Do you remember happpy together?

I do, dont you?

Then all of a sudden, your sick to your stomach

Is that still true

You looked into the crowd. And like a moth to a flame your eyes landed on him and you visibly faltered. You recovered quickly but your heart hadn’t. He was here, watching you, so intently as if really seeing you for the first time.

You said forever in the end i fought it

Please be honest are we better for it

Thought you’d hate me but instead you called and,

Said “i miss you” i caught it.

Rafe knew exactly what you were taking about. Every time you’d break up he’d text no more than a month later claiming to had missed you, and every time you fell back into his arms after spending a month not knowing wether or not you made the mistake of not fighting when rafe asked for a breakup.

Good to each other, give it the summer

I knew, you too

But i only saw you, once in December

I’m still confused

You spent days begging for rafe to give you even a fraction of his attention and the most you got was the day together on Christmas, but that day meant the world to you and rafe had no idea just how much you cherished that memory. For some reason tears filled your eyes and you made eye contact with him again. Pouring all of the hurt, and love you had for him out.

You’d performed this song many times but this was the first time you felt like the weight and emotion the song holds was actually getting off of your chest.. rafe knew, he knew he’d damaged you and he couldn’t help the tears that filled his eyes as well.

You said “forever” and i almost bought it

I miss fighting I your old apartment

Breaking dished when your disappointed

I love you, i promise

The words kicked him right in the chest depriving him of air, and he didn’t even fight it, he couldn’t bring himself to care, in this moment the crowd was drowned out. It was only you and him and nothing else mattered.

Every word that spews from your lips you meant still even in this moment. Because even after all this time, you spent apart, even after every argument you had, every screaming match, you knew rafe was just broken and wouldn’t accept the love you had to offer, and you prayed every time that he would. But he never did.

Nothing happened in the way i wanted

Every corner of this house is haunted

And i know you said that were not talking

But i miss you, im sorry

Tears were now freely flowing down the both of your faces, and you sang the song more raw than you ever had before. Letting out all the emotions you’d held back because he needed to know. You didn’t hate him no you could never. But he’d broken you and you had to put the pieces back together.

I dont wanna go, think ill make it worse

Everything i know brings me back to us

I dont wanna go we’ve been here before

Everywhere i go leads me back to you

You broke down crying at this point. Your voice was severing and the crowd had gotten louder, seemingly noticing your state. But you didn’t focus on them, just him. Just rafe. Your rafe.

You said forever and i almost bought it

I dont wanna go think ill make it worse

I miss fighting in you old apartment

Everything I know brings me back to us

Rafe usually felt nothing after hurting a girl. They never had any long lasting effect on him, but you did and he hated it. He hated how much control you had over him. He hated how he’d do anything for you, but he didn’t hate you for it. He couldn’t his heart belonged to you and it held no negative emotion towards you. He couldn’t stay away from you. And he didn’t want to.

Breaking dishes when you're disappointed

I don't wanna go, we've been here before

I still love you, I promise

But he had to. He had to let you go because he could see how much you were breaking and he was the cause of it. So he did. He let you go and never looked back. Not because he didn’t want you but because he couldn’t.

You were like a drug that he couldn’t stay away from. He was addicted to you in every sense of the word. He couldn’t give himself the freedom to still keep up with you and your socials because he’d reel you back in and that just wasn’t something he allowed himself to do.

Everywhere I go leads me back to you (Nothing happened in the way I wanted)

I don't wanna go, think I'll make it worse (Every corner of this house is haunted)

Everything I know brings me back to us (And I know you said that we're not talking)

I don't wanna go, we've been here before (But I miss you)

You sang over your backing vocals, thankful for them at this moment you weren’t sure how much longer you could sing before completely breaking.

Everywhere I go leads me back to you

I don’t wanna go think ill make it worse

Everything i know brings me back to us

I don’t wanna go we’ve been here before

Everywhere i go leads me back to you

The song ends and the stadium is silent, before it erupts into cheers. You look around in surprise. The crowd has never been that loud before and you almost forget about rafes gaze burning into you.

When the cheers die down you give a nervous laugh “that was… a lot right guys?” You said with a shaky voice, noticing multiple people in the crows was crying too. The crowd cheered ‘yeahs’ and you sigh “i know, uh anyway, thank you guys again for coming out to see me today. I love each and every one of you and until next time” you said, giving a bow. Walking off stage as the crowd cheered.

You went straight for your dressing room, not stopping for anyone in between. You couldn’t believe rafe had been here, and you broke down crying in front of him and thousands of people.

You paced around your room for minutes until you heard a knock on your door, you sighed moving to open it, seeing your manager who held a guilty look. “I’m sorry” he said, before stepping away.

Before you could even realize rafe was standing right in front of you. Eyes red and even more handsome than you remembered. His hair was buzzed , something you hadn’t noticed when he was standing in the crowd, but it suited him more than the middle part hairstyle couldn’t care to change when you were together. He was also noticeably bigger, more muscular.

Seeing him so up close was odd. You weren’t sure how you felt looking up into his reddened green eyes.

“Hey” he said cautiously.

“Hey” you replied, voice quiet and hoarse.

Neither of you said anything you just rushed into a hug. Holding each other like the other person might melt away in their hold.

“I miss you” you whispered tears flowing again

“I’m sorry” he apologized into your hair.

[11queensupreme11]

I need to know how people are gonna react to finding out about Percy’s mortal spot 🫠

im ngl, i genuinely believed putting the mortal spot on THE BACK is probably THEEEEE DUMBEST fucking thing ever 😭 ur back is literally your most vulnerable spot and now she just made it 100000x more vulnerable 😭 i'm almost certain rick wrote it that way for poetic reasons cuz percy's fatal flaw is loyalty, mortal spot on the back, hence "the only way you can kill percy jackson is to stab her in the back" 💀 yes yes, very poetic, but i don't think the ror characters will appreciate it 😭

(gonna try and fit as many reactions here as i can, excluding beel and loki since they already know)

cú chulainn: this dude is a trained warrior. he knows everything about weaknesses and blindspots. and the back????? IS PROBABLY THE BIGGEST BLIND SPOT THERE IS. he'll be screaming and ripping out his own hair in pure horror and disbelief when he finds out his dumbass lover put HER ONE MORTAL SPOT on her fucking BACK of all the goddamn places 😭

apollo: he's gonna throw up when he finds out and then he's gonna throw up even more when he learns that the LAST PERSON to have the curse of achilles was killed by HIS COUNTERPART. he prays to every deity and the fates that they won't be cruel enough to repeat that with them because he CANNOT lose percy 😭😭😭😭

poseidon: his jaw drops. he looks like a complete idiot all gobsmacked like this, but nobody even blames him because they're also just as shocked. he has half a mind to spank his daughter for her terrible idea, not just for the placement of the mortal spot, but for getting that damn curse in the first place. at first, he liked it because it made her 99.99% invulnerable but that fucking mortal spot just ruined it 💀💀💀

hades: buries his face in his hands and lets out the heaviest sigh ever. he loves his niece, he really does, but he has to admit... she's not exactly the sharpest tool in the shed. he loves her so much though so he won't be TOO disappointed 💖

anubis: "BABY WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" he's screeching in horror when he witnesses the scene. welp, now he knows how she got the curse, but holy SHIT this is probably the worst curse ever (it's really not). he's literally gonna be begging her to stop when it comes up on the screen, but it's already too late

ra: USUALLY he would be busy restraining anubis from doing something stupid, but he's too busy gawking. percy was literally told that her fatal flaw was LOYALTY.... and then she goes and picks HER BACK as her one mortal spot???? "omfg the poseidon in that universe taught that child NOTHING"

rhea: "WE 👹 MUST 👹 GET 👹 HER 👹 OUT 👹 OF 👹 THAT 👹 UNIVERSE 👹 BEFORE SHE GETS HERSELF KILLED" no seriously, grandma rhea is WORRIED. if she were a human, she'd have 1000 heart attacks and her hair would've turned grey already. this baby is stressing her the FUCK out 😭

prometheus: would literally cry 😭😭😭 like "percy... my dear baby cousin, your back??????? WHY?????" 😭😭😭😭 he's usually very supportive of her ideas, even the most craziest ones, but..... the back???????????

izanagi: "oh bless her heart, she's trying her best 🥺💔"

sun wukong: does a very slow facepalm as he sinks into his throne because oh my gods this girl is FUCKED. he has never seen a more doomed person before in all his years of living 😭

aphrodite: "wait does this make sex harder??? should i have her try other positions instead? 🤔" (she's asking the real questions here)

lugh: gently grasps cú chulainn's shoulders and say solemnly, "son, i think the universe really hates you 😔💔" because this is the SECOND PERSON that cú chulainn cares about to have some sort of near-invulnerability. the first died thx to him, and now percy might follow 😭

odin: a little concerned at how similar she is to his baldur. pure-hearted and kind, a genuinely good person, with a near invulnerability. he hopes, for loki's sanity, that percy doesn't die too because the crashout would be catastrophic fr 💀

adam: absolutely HORRIFIED because she picked literally the worst spot on her body to be her mortal spot 😭

leonidas: "how tf is this kid alive right now 💀"

tesla: so it turns out it's not just math and science that he needs to teach her, but basic self-preservation as well! alrighty then, he's already getting the lesson plans ready as well as a VERY long lecture about poor decision-making skills 😭

basically, every ror character's reaction to percy getting the curse of achilles and choosing her back as her one mortal spot:

EVERYONE is horrified 💀

percy literally has so much stacked against her. everyone and everything in that universe is out to get her. she's the product of a broken vow. she's a demigod, so naturally monsters hunt her down on the daily. she has a cursed fucking sword that's cursed to fail her when she needs it most. her fatal flaw is loyalty. and then she goes and puts her mortal spot on her BACK 💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀 not only that, but the fates of that universe love love LOVE greek tragedy and percy is a walking greek tragedy waiting to for the curtain call 😭

[myjjongie]

✶ PLAYING GIRLFRIEND ── l. heeseung

IN WHICH: your best friend heeseung, who also so happens to be a player. needs a girlfriend to ward off all the girls on valentine’s day. who better to help him? you of course!

PAIRING: bsf player!heeseung x bsf fem!reader GENRE/WARNINGS: lowercase intended !!, one shot, skinship, fake dating, best friends, pining, fluff, slight friends to lovers, slow burn (???) WORD COUNT: 1.4k ₊⊹♡ EVIE'S NOTE: another day another 10 am post cause i can't handle a decent sleep schedule... late vday one shot i never intended to make LOL. like the way i saw a love and deepspace fanart for caleb with this scenario and got inspired. my brain refuses to think on its own, but god forbid i see something good... my brain goes "yeah write that." man... but alas here's another heeseung one shot for the masterlist :3

it was valentine’s day. a holiday you didn’t dislike nor particularly cared for. it was just another day in february to you.

but for you, one person usually made the day eventful. the person in question? your best friend heeseung, well precisely your childhood best friend. he had always been known throughout your school years as a notorious player. which meant heeseung’s locker always happened to be filled to the brim with chocolates every valentine’s day.

by the end of the holiday there was no need to sulk over receiving nothing. after all, you’d always end up eating heeseung’s fair share of chocolates. even if he was a player of sorts. he showed true appreciation for what the girls gave him. due to that, a pile of chocolates would form on his desk at home every year.

even after becoming college students, the chocolate giving didn’t end. around this time last year, heeseung received almost 40 chocolates. along with 20 confessions... once heeseung and you arrived back at his place that year. the annoyance was evident on his face. it started to be too much for him. he realized denying every girl that confessed to him was more work than thanking them for a menial gift.

so here you both were, less than twenty four hours before valentine’s day. standing in front of heeseung’s bathroom mirror. matching shirts. matching rings. and quite possibly the stupidest plan conceived by him yet.

glancing up from your phone, you met heeseung’s gaze in the mirror. “hee there’s no way this is gonna work… i’m your best friend. almost everyone. no everyone on campus knows that.”

heeseung hummed out a response as he continued to style his hair nicely. a faint smirk on his lips as he enjoyed the moment. what you didn’t know was that heeseung developed the biggest crush on you after high school. heeseung was aware of the fact he would never be able to tell you his feelings. after all in your eyes he was your playboy best friend. nothing more than that.

but by some miracle he convinced you to be his girlfriend for valentine’s. even if the title was fake in it’s name. he still felt like it was a win win situation to him.

“come on, don’t say that yn. it’s believable! the player guy best friend, finally falls for his girl best friend. what’s there not to believe?” heeseung couldn’t help but let out a scoff while finishing up his hair.

“yeah okay. very believable…” your arms crossed at his horrible explanation. no one in their right mind would believe that the, lee heeseung had fallen for his best friend.

heeseung turned around from the mirror to face you. “alright come here.” his hand stretched out beckoning for you to come over.

you briefly rolled your eyes. still feeling the plan was idiotic. taking his hand, heeseung lightly tugged you forward in front of him. your frame now flushed against his wider body.

your body stiffened slightly. becoming hyper aware of how close heeseung was. he was your best friend. that’s how you viewed him your whole life. but that fact alone couldn’t change that, as frustrating it is to admit. heeseung is genuinely attractive.

“so the only way for this whole ordeal is to be as natural as possible. which is for me to wrap my arms around you.” once heeseung explained what needed to be done. his arm snaked around your waist. holding you firmly against himself.

your face softly heated up as the space between you both lessened. realizing now would be the time for the photo. you brought your phone up from your side. shaky fingers opening up the camera app. making sure to get a good angle before snapping a photo, heeseung stopped you.

“wait yn. you’re barely putting effort into this.” heeseung’s lips turned into a slight pout. you couldn’t help but eye him in the mirror. turning away the moment his eyes met with yours. his hold on your waist tightened at your reaction.

“well what else am i supposed to do? isn’t this fine?”

“not really. your arms look really awkward. here let me help. maybe if i do this it’ll look better.”

before you could protest, heeseung wrapped his arm across your chest. the pose with out a doubt looked possessive. as if he was silently declaring that you were his. no one else’s. your heart slightly fluttered at the feeling. yet you hated that it did. you knew heeseung wasn’t being serious in his actions. he just needed a cop out from all the girls that bothered him now.

heeseung continued on to explain taking the task seriously. “now like this you can put your hand on my forearm. i think my arm that’s across your chest would do.”

using your free hand, you placed it where heeseung instructed you too. taking another glance at the mirror. you both did look like a couple. the matching shirts to the matching rings, he managed to obtain. really sold the deal.

“oh yeah. we definitely look like a couple. told you we’d be pull it off.” a sly smirk was spread across his face. his smirk lingered. noticing the way you slightly jumped when his fingers grazed against your waist. he didn’t expect you to be so antsy in his grasp. not that he was complaining though.

heeseung then rested his chin on top of your head. putting on a cheeky smile, ready for the photo. “ok this is a good pose.”

“geez. i can’t believe this might actually work.” you hated to agree with him. but you and heeseung fit the picture of a couple. if this tricked everyone tomorrow you were bound to eat your own words. finally you snapped a couple photos. in between those few minutes heeseung suggested different poses as well.

there were ones where his back would face the mirror as he hugged your body. your frame being engulfed by his wide shoulders. another one he created with you, had him pose with his face in your neck. the illusion of it made it seem as if he was kissing your neck. once finished heeseung scrolled through all the photos. his face having satisfaction all over it.

“yeah. these are really good. we did a good job. if no girls bother me tomorrow, i have you to thank for the rest of my life yn.” heeseung lowered the phone, flashing you a bright smile.

“yeah yeah. i’m just surprised you put so much effort into this. even so far as to getting rings…”

“hey what can i say. i’m a stickler for perfection. also wear the ring tomorrow. just incase.”

“sure will do. well im going home now! hope your stupid post goes well!”

finally getting back home after heeseung’s did you really take a good look at the photos. you couldn’t help but continuously stare at the first photo you took. it was odd on how good you both fit with one another. even more odd how you somewhat missed his touch. missed the way his arm wrapped around your waist as if he was really your boyfriend.

realizing what you were thinking, you quickly dismissed it. heeseung is your best friend. nothing more nothing less. not to mention he’s a player. even if said player is genuinely nice to woman... but that didn’t matter. you had a set boundary and truly needed to stick to it.

soon valentine’s day came and went. during the day you checked heeseung’s post. the photos he chose were good, too good... not to mention the caption that was paired with the post. it read “spending the day with her”, accompanied with too many heart emojis to seem natural. were people really gonna buy this? finally finding heeseung on campus, you immediately noticed his empty arms.

“no way…” you stood infront of him utterly shocked. not believing what your eyes were seeing.

“told you they would believe it.” his arms opened out, showing off the movability of his empty arms. “this totally means you gotta act like my girlfriend for a bit.” heeseung teased as he rested his arm around your waist.

the post worked… for the first time in what felt like forever, heeseung was spending valentine’s alone. did this mean you’d have to keep up the act? are you really gonna have to play girlfriend for longer than one day? there was no way you agreed to something far more complicated right?

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[mister0ctopus]

We Are All Sinners 02

Pairings: Jungkook x Reader

Summary: You left Jungkook and this town behind, but every visit pulls you back into his arms, chasing a high you can never leave behind.

NOTE: the first chapter was a oneshot, but it was kinda sad, so I decided to turn it into a series. It’s best to read the first chapter before this one for better context. Please see the SERIES CHAPTERS below. Thank you! <3

Au/Genre: Smut, Exes, Angst

Warnings: Explicit language, Mature Contents, themes of strained relationship with parents, mentions of divorce, mentions of alcohol dependency, mental health struggles, angst, but this ch is full of fluff and young love and very wholesome hehe

Ratings: 18+ ONLY!!! MDNI!

Word Count: 4.3K

a/n: this chapter is all about jungkook and yn’s story when they were younger, kinda exploring how things started between them. hope you like it :)

masterlist

SERIES CHAPTERS:

01: We Are All Sinners

02: We Were Holy Once

03: ???

04: ???

Jungkook loves the way you roll your eyes when he says something stupid. 

He’s not actually stupid. 

He’s actually on the honor roll (if that's how you measure intelligence, whatever that means). 

BUT! If acting like an idiot gets a reaction out of you, then so be it.

He nudges Jimin to say something even dumber just so he can top it with an even more ridiculous response. And from the corner of his eye, he catches it—a huff . The most expression you’ve shown since you transferred in his school two months ago.

He’s been doing this since you came here. Being silly, acting stupid, acting smart, being quiet, being loud, everything…

Just to get anything from you. 

You’re the new student from the big city and it shows. The way you dress, the way you speak, the way you act, it’s different from the rest of the kids in this small, quiet town. 

Jungkook hopes you’ll grow to like it here. The mountains, the beaches, how the town feels cozy and warm even when it always rains. 

But you don’t smile. You don’t talk to anyone.

He figures you’re just shy, just overwhelmed by everything new around you. It makes sense. You’re sixteen, and moving to a completely different place can’t be easy. 

You seem lonely, and all he wants is for you to feel at home. 

In his home. 

This town. 

Small towns have small-town habits, and people talk. He knows more about you than he probably should. 

That you moved here with your mom after your parents' messy divorce. 

That your mom grew up in this town but left young, built a life somewhere bigger. 

That she married rich, and then came the divorce. 

That she ran back here with you after the divorce. She works in an office now, at a local firm, or something like that…

Jungkook used to hate how fast gossip traveled here. But now? Now, he’s kind of grateful, because it means he knows about you. And one day, when you’re ready, he hopes you’ll tell him your story in your own words.

It was raining the day you finally spoke to him. Well, answered him.

You were standing under the shed after school, waiting. For something. Maybe for the rain to stop. He was passing by, carrying the ridiculously oversized red umbrella his mom insisted he bring. He stopped beside you, tilting his head.

“You waiting for someone?”

You hesitated for a second before answering. “No.”

Oh. 

Your voice. It sounded so much nicer when directed at him.

He played it cool, pretending his heart wasn’t thumping like crazy. “You can share my umbrella if you want.”

You hesitated again, and Jungkook sent a silent prayer to the universe.

And maybe the gods were feeling generous that day because you nodded. “Okay.”

Okay.

He stepped closer, holding the umbrella over both of you, and you started walking.

“So where do you live?” He tried to sound casual but his heart! He feels like it's about to jump out of his chest.

“The street after the big hardware store.”

He already knew this information. Of course it’s a small town. Still, he gasped, “Really? That’s great!”

You blinked up at him, confused.

Crap. He overdid it. It sounded so fake.

“Well, I mean… I live on the next street after yours, so that means… uh, we get to share my umbrella until we both get home. So we don't get wet.” He chuckled, scratching the back of his neck.

You just hummed and nodded.

“So, what do you think of here?” he asked, curious of what you really feel in this town.

“I don’t know… I’m still getting situated,” you say with a small sigh, and Jungkook feels the weight of it.

He doesn’t know much about you yet, aside from the stories or rumors that he heard.

All he really knows is that you’re new here, that you don’t know anyone, and that there’s sadness when you speak that he doesn't like. Not one bit.

So he makes a quiet promise to himself, right then and there: he’s going to make sure you like it here. That you don’t feel so alone.

“So, you came here with your mom?” he asks, keeping his voice light.

You paused, barely looking at him. “Yeah.”

Your answer is hesitant, a little distant. He gets it. Maybe you’re not ready to talk about your life? And that’s okay. 

He shifts the topic immediately. “You can join us during lunch breaks, you know? Jimin and I, and our friends, we’re super nice. If you, uh, if you like… you can sit with us. If you like.”

His voice stumbles, just a little, and he wants to kick himself. Why is he nervous? Why is he like this? God, what if you think he’s an idiot? What if—

You smile.

You smile at him.

God. 

And suddenly, the rain feels like summer, and Jungkook forgets every single thought he was just having because…

God. You are so beautiful.

It’s small, just a tiny lift of your lips, but—

You look up at him and he can see your eyes catching the faint silver light of the gloomy sky, and the way the light catches on your lashes—

Prettiest eyes I’ve ever seen.

A little sad, a little guarded, but soft.

“Okay,” you say simply, turning your gaze back to the sidewalk as you keep walking.

Jungkook blinks. That’s a yes. You’re going to sit with him.

His heart physically hurts.

He presses his lips together, fighting back the smile threatening to take over his entire face.

A few minutes later, you stop in front of a white house with a blue gate. “Well, this is me.”

Now he hates that his school is so close to his house. He doesn’t want this walk to end.

He tugs at the strap of his backpack, rocking on his heels before saying, “I’ll walk you to the door, so you don’t get wet.”

You shake your head, and what happens next, he wasn’t prepared.

You laugh, no—more like, a giggle, soft and breathy and so melodic, like you’re genuinely amused. “No, it’s okay, silly! It’s just a short walk.”

Oh.

Oh.

He stands there like an idiot, staring, watching as you jog lightly up to your front door, hoodie sleeves flopping over your hands, your hair bouncing with each step.

Then, you turn back. And then you lift your hand in a small, timid wave before disappearing inside.

You wave.

Him. You wave at him.

He doesn’t move. He doesn’t breathe. He doesn’t even blink.

He exhales, like he just remembered to breathe, head tilting back as he stares at the sky, still standing there in front of your house like some fool. 

Fuck.

Jungkook swore he was the luckiest guy on earth tonight.

You said yes. You actually said yes when he asked if you wanted to come watch his band perform at the school’s music festival.

It still felt surreal.

His band, originally a garage band started by his older brother, Jin, and his friends, Yoongi and Namjoon, had been gaining attention since performing at the town’s sports festival. Now that Jungkook and Jimin had joined, they were getting gigs at bigger festivals… and tonight, they were playing for the school.

And you were coming to see them.

He was waiting by the main gate, feeling a little nervous. You were ten minutes late. Their performance was up next.

Then—

“Jungkook!”

His heart nearly leaped out of his chest.

He turned, and there you were—in denim shorts, high-top red Chucks, an oversized maroon hoodie. Hair slightly tousled, a little out of breath, like you’d rushed to get here.

So beautiful.

“Hey! You made it!” He couldn’t hide his excitement.

You nodded, still catching your breath.

“We’re on next,” he grinned. “Shall we?” He reached for your hand without thinking. And—oh. 

You took it.

Another first.

Jungkook could barely contain his smile as he led you backstage.

“Do you mind if I introduce you to the guys first?” He sounded a little sheepish now.

You raised a brow.

“Well…” He scratched the back of his neck. “They didn’t believe you’d come. I just… I wanted to prove them wrong.” He laughed lightly, nose scrunching.

Your lips twitched. “Oh, so you wanted me here just to settle a bet?”

Jungkook panicked. “No! No, not at all! I mean…of course I wanted you here! I just also… kinda…want to show you around? To my friends, I mean.. If that’s ok…”

You hummed, tilting your head playfully.

He groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “That came out wrong—”

Your giggle interrupted him, and God, he almost melted.

“I’m kidding, Jungkook,” you rolled your eyes. And then you grinned. “Sure, I’d like to meet them.”

He lit up like a firework.

He navigated the messy backstage hallway, weaving through cables and equipment, and led you to a door with a sign that read Tiger Lilly—their band’s name.

“They gave us our own room,” he grins proudly before pushing the door open.

Inside, the guys were buzzing with last-minute prep.

"Jungkook! Finally, we’ve been looking for you!" A tall guy with a buzz cut turned toward him.

Jungkook barely heard him. He turned to you, practically bouncing on his feet. "YN's here!"

The tall guy’s eyes flickered to you, and he broke into a dimpled smile.

Jungkook nudged you forward. "This is Namjoon-hyung. He’s on drums."

"Hi," you said softly. "Nice to meet you." You reached out a hand, and Namjoon shook it warmly.

Jungkook beamed, then turned toward Jimin. You had started hanging out with him since joining Jungkook’s friends during lunch breaks.

"And you already know Jimin, our main guitarist."

Jimin, busy fixing his newly dyed blonde hair, turned when he heard his name. When he saw you, his eyes widened for a second before he grinned.

"YN? Hey! You actually came!"

Jungkook grinned smugly. "Told you."

Before Jimin could say anything else, Jungkook was already dragging you toward two other guys.

"Hyung!" he called out, and two men looked up.

One of them—pale, platinum blond—nodded in greeting.

"This is Yoongi-hyung, our bassist. Best of the best. Hyung, this is YN!"

Yoongi looked intimidating at first, but when smiled— a gummy smile, his entire face softened. "Jungkook talks about you a lot."

You blinked, a little surprised. "Oh. Uh… thanks?" You glanced at Jungkook.

Jungkook didn’t even have time to panic over that before another voice chimed in.

"Finally, our golden vocalist returns."

Jin, who you knew was Jungkook's older brother since he talked about him nonstop, looked like a model with his purple hair as he tinkered with a keyboard. He glanced at Jungkook expectantly.

Jungkook rolled his eyes. "I was waiting for YN. She’s still getting used to the school."

Jin smirked. "Ah, so you’re YN. Jungkook talks about you nonstop. You should see him in rehear—"

"Hyung, stop! Ugh." Jungkook groaned, touching his ears, which were now turning red.

Jin just laughed and reached for your hand. "Hey, I’m Jin."

You shook his hand and gave him a soft "Hi, nice to meet you."

And you smiled again. You found Jin’s laugh funny. But you smiled again.

You’d been smiling a lot these past few days.

Jungkook swore his heart had never been this full.

"This was Tiger Lilly! Thank you for coming!"

Jungkook’s voice filled the venue—slightly breathless—and the crowd erupted.

It was unbelievable. The cheers, the signs with their band’s name, the how people chanted for them. For him.

You knew they were good, but seeing them live, how they commanded the stage, made you realize just how talented they were. How talented he was.

Jungkook was a natural. 

And the pride swelling in your chest caught you completely off guard.

As soon as they ended their performance, Jungkook practically flung his guitar aside, jumping down from the stage. Still glistening with sweat, he ran toward you, as he aggressively dabbed at his damp skin.

He was glowing. Smiling so wide. His hair is a mess from all the movement, sticking to his forehead.

He looked…

Happy.

And it made your stomach flip because he was running to you.

“Hey! We were good, right?” His words came out in an excited rush, chest still rising and falling from the performance.

You nodded, unable to hide your own excitement. “Yeah! You did great! I’m so proud of you!”

The words slipped out before you could overthink them.

Jungkook froze, then… his entire face lit up.

“Really?” His voice was almost disbelieving. His teeth dug into his bottom lip, failing successfully to suppress his grin.

Your heart skipped.

“Of course,” you said, eyes soft. “You were amazing up there.”

Jimin’s voice cut through the moment. 

“Kook! YN! Afterparty! Let’s go!”

You turned to see him waving from backstage.

Jungkook perked up immediately. “Oh! Yeah... So we have an afterparty a few blocks from here.” He turned back to you, excited. “It’s just us and some of the other bands that played. It’s by the beach house. Come with me, please?”

Then, he leaned in a little, “There’s gonna be s’mores.”

That sheepish little grin, his toothy grin… He knew exactly how to persuade you.

You laughed, warmth spreading through your chest. “Okay! Yeah!”

But just as quickly as you agreed, reality hit.

Your curfew.

Your mom usually went to bed early, but she checked your room sometimes. If she woke up and you weren’t there—

Jungkook’s face fell immediately.

“What’s wrong?”

You barely had time to be surprised. How did he pick up on that so fast?

“Oh. I just have a curfew,” you admitted, chewing your lip. “Eleven. I mean, my mom’s probably asleep, but she checks my room sometimes."

Jungkook didn’t even hesitate.

“Oh, no worries! I’ll drive you home before eleven. I won’t drink. I mean—” He suddenly scratched his neck, sheepish. “I don’t drink anyway. I’m still a minor—heh.”

His little awkward chuckle. The way he ducked his head.

Why was he so adorable?

Jungkook reached for your hand. Like it was natural. Like he didn’t even have to think twice.

Your fingers curled slightly, your palm warm against his.

And just like that, he led you down the hallway, grinning, buzzing with energy.

Cutest boy you’d ever met.

Jungkook tries to focus on his breathing. Really trying. But it’s impossible when you’re sitting this close.

The beach party roars behind him. The laughter, the music… He has no idea where his hyungs went. Who knows? Who cares?

Because right now, none of it matters.

Not when you're beside him, close enough that he can smell your shampoo—something floral, soft, sweet. Close enough that your leg keeps brushing against his, and holy shit, your skin is so smooth.

You’re both sitting in the back of an old, abandoned pickup truck, slightly away from the chaos. It’s the best spot on the beach whenever people hang out. It’s dim here, only the silver glow of the moon tracing the curves of your face. You look… ethereal. Yeah. That’s the word.

You’ve been talking. About school, about town life. But he hasn’t asked about your mom. He wants to—God, he wants to know everything about you. But he remembers how your shoulders tensed the last time someone mentioned her. He doesn’t want to ruin this, whatever this is. He just wants to keep listening to your voice.

“I like your friends. The ones at school, especially Jimin. And your bandmates. They’re all nice.”

Jungkook swallows.

You like them? That’s good. Great, actually. He wants you to feel welcome here. 

He turns his head to look at you, and wow… the way the moonlight makes your eyes gleam, how the ocean breeze plays with your hair…

So beautiful.

“I like that you feel that way here,” he said, quieter this time. “I know it’s a lot… moving and all.”

He hesitates, suddenly nervous.

“I just… I want you to like it here.”

You don’t talk much about your life before coming to this town. You don’t talk about your mom.

Not about the way she started drinking again, how she clings to it after the divorce. Not about how you watch her shift… how, on the good days, she is warmth and laughter and the mother you remember. But when the skies inside your home turn gloomy, when the sadness seeps into the walls, she becomes someone else. Bitter and mean and vile. 

And you hate it. Not her, but the way the light inside her dims. She’s hurting. She’s trying to cope. And you feel helpless, and useless, not knowing what to do. 

So you don’t talk about it. Because if you say it out loud, people might misunderstand. They might see her only for her worst moments, not the woman who is simply hurting ang trying her best. 

You turn to Jungkook.

Only to find him already looking, trying to figure you out by looking at you.

“I hope someday you can just talk to me about what you’re really thinking. When you're ready, I’m here, for whatever you need. I hope someday you'll feel at home here, too."

You smile at him and warmth settles in your chest against the cold sea breeze.

Sweetest boy you’ve ever met.

So good. So pure. And everything harsh and hard around you, every jagged edge, is being softened in his presence. Eroded.

He tells you he hopes you feel at home here. You don’t tell him that you already do. Not in the town, but here, beside him.

“You have the prettiest eyes,” he murmurs, almost absentmindedly.

Under the moonlight, you let yourself truly take him in. The arrogant slope of his nose, the curve of his lips and the mole just below, the faint scar on his cheek, his dark lashes, his round eyes… you take it all in.

And then, slowly, hesitantly, he leans in.

The scent of him hits first—musk and vanilla, and Jungkook.

Then—his lips.

The first touch is barely there, a whisper, a question. His lips graze yours, unsure. You mimic the way he moves, hesitant, careful.

And then everything else fades.

The distant sound of the waves, the laughter from the party, the weight of what you carry—none of it exists. 

There is only him.

He exhales softly against your lips, like relief, like finally. Like he has been running toward this moment for so long and has just now arrived.

He breaks the kiss, his hands cupping your face, thumbs gently brushing your cheeks as he studies you.

You smile at him, as if to say, I liked that very much.

He must understand, because he smiles too.

His fingers graze your jawline, his fingertips slightly rough from playing the guitar. 

And then, he kisses you again, firmer this time. His lips gently molding into yours, letting your lips part just enough before he tilts his head to savor you more. 

To be kissed like this.

Your first kiss.

Only for your phone to vibrate in your back pocket, breaking the trance.

You and Jungkook freeze, breathless, blinking at each other like you’ve just resurfaced from deep water. Then, almost at the same time, you both let out soft, breathless laughs as you scramble for your phone.

Your alarm, 30 minutes until curfew.

Jungkook catches a glimpse of your screen before pushing himself up and effortlessly hopping out of the back of the pickup.

His movements are easy, fluid, and then he turns to you, hand outstretched.

You shift forward, about to take it, but instead, his hands find your waist.

Before you can even process what’s happening, he lifts you off the truck bed like you weigh nothing. His grip is firm but gentle, and your body is pressed against his, and you feel his solid body against yours. Warm enough to seep through your thick hoodie.

When your feet touch the ground, heat creeps up your neck. But before you can dwell on it, his fingers find yours, and you follow him as he leads you to the front of the beach house, where a car is parked.

He catches your questioning look and grins.

“I borrowed Jin’s car,” he smiles, opening the passenger door. He tilts his head toward the seat. “Let's get you home.”

He closes the door behind you once you're in, then jogs to the driver’s side, sliding in effortlessly and buckling his seatbelt.

The moment you start driving into the night, drops of rain hit the windshield.

The drive is quick, and as you pass the big hardware store, you turn to him.

“Hey,” you said, “can you drop me off at the corner?”

Jungkook glances at you, confused. “Why? You’d have to walk past, like, five houses to get home.”

“Yeah, well…” You hesitate, unsure how to say it, “I just don’t want mom seeing me get out of a car. She’s probably asleep, but she’s a light sleeper sometimes, and… I just don’t want to deal with any talks about me going out, you know?.”

Jungkook says nothing as he slows down and stops the car at the corner.

“It’s raining.”

“It’s ok,” you say, reaching for the door handle. “I’ll dry off when I get home.”

But before you can step out, he unbuckles his seatbelt and hops out into the rain.

“What are you—”

And then he’s at the trunk, grabbing something. 

His huge, red umbrella.

He pops it open, opens your door, and holds out a hand.

"Come on," he casually says. Without a word, you take his hand, and let him help you out of the car. Rain patters softly against the umbrella as you walk side by side down the wet pavement.

Then, his arm wraps around your waist, his body warm against the cool breeze.

Neither of you says anything. You just walk together, listening to the patter of rain and the rhythm of your unhurried steps.

How you feel safe and content just by being close to him—you don’t know. It is new, but it is not confusing.

When you reach your gate, he exhales and turns to you with a small, lopsided smile. But he doesn’t let go of your waist.

“Thanks for driving me home,” you whisper. “Drive safe. Good night.”

“Good night,” he murmurs back.

You push at the gate gently, careful not to make noise, only to realize it won’t budge. Your stomach drops.

You glance at Jungkook, panic flickering across your face.

“Mom never locks the gate,” you whisper. “I didn’t bring my key to this thing."

He steps forward, inspecting the lock, then glances up at the height of the gate. Without a word, he shifts the umbrella into your hands.

Then—he climbs.

Effortlessly.

You watch him jump in with your mouth slightly open.

And then, within seconds, he’s unlocking it from the inside, pushing it open for you.

The two of you walk silently toward the front door. Once you reach it, you stand there and face him.

You look up at him, eyes searching, heart in your throat.

And then, without thinking—

You tiptoe.

And you kiss him.

At first, it was a soft press of your lips to his, to say thank you.

'Thank you' for making you feel less alone.

He freezes, breath hitching, caught off guard. But the second you part your lips over his—god—

he exhales a shaky breath and kisses you back, as if to say you're welcome.

You are welcome in his mouth. In everything that he has, you are welcome. Come in. Feel at home—it's yours to invade, to take, to make yours.

His hands fly to your waist, gripping, pulling you closer, closer, until there’s no space between you. His mouth parts, catching your lower lip between his, sucking gently, teasing.

A quiet, shaky noise escapes you.

And that sound, it does something to him.

With barely controlled urgency, his hand slides to the back of your neck, fingers tangling in your messy hair as he tilts your head to deepen the kiss. His other arm tightens around your waist, pulling you closer, closer… until you feel him gently grind into you. Only once. Gently. But you feel it, pressed against his warm, solid body. You feel it.

When his tongue brushes against your lips, silently for permission, you let him in.

Your hands clutch at his hoodie to pull him closer, and he whimpers into your mouth—a soft, wrecked sound. You pull back to catch your breath, and he presses his forehead against yours for a second... but then, as if he can’t wait any longer, as if a second is an eternity, he finds your lips again, capturing them in another deep, long kiss.

He smiles into the kiss, and finally pulls away, lips red, swollen, slick.

His voice is hushed and breathy. “Good night, YN.”

You barely find the breath to respond. “Good night, Jungkook.”

You step back, slipping inside. The door closes between you, but your body still feels like it’s pressed against his.

You quietly climb the stairs, smiling, head spinning, lips swollen, stomach flipping. The house is dark and silent, the only light guiding you is the moonlight from the window at the end of the hallway.

You slip into your room quickly, and just as you reach your window, you see him—standing by your gate, looking back, scanning your house.

When he sees you watching from your window, a wide, boyish grin spreads across his face. He gives you a small wave before jogging back to his car and disappearing into the night.

And you stand there, staring after him, knowing one thing for certain…

Jungkook has your heart. 

Your first love.

masterlist / thoughts?questions?

[sweetfcwn]

hihi! any chance of a fic about arthurtv (your george ones r so good) maybe fluff about collecting him from a pub golf video or a platform roulette and he’s smashed

rescue - arthur tv

this low-key turned out more 'best friends who are in love with each other' instead of bf x gf. hope you enjoy!

arthur had a well-documented history of making terrible decisions, and tonight was no exception.

pub golf had seemed like a brilliant idea in the group chat—after all, it wasn’t his first time, and he’d survived it before. but survival was a generous word. because here he was, slumped against a lamppost outside the ninth pub of the night, swiping at his phone with the precision of a man attempting surgery with oven mitts.

he scrolled past several unread texts (mostly from george, who had long abandoned him to his fate) and found the only name that mattered. you.

he hesitated. he’d sworn he wouldn’t call you again after the last time, when you’d turned up in pyjamas, wrapped in a coat, and spent the entire cab ride home lecturing him like an exhausted parent. but his options were limited, and as much as he wanted to pretend he had this under control, the world was tilting at angles it absolutely should not be.

with a resigned sigh, he pressed call.

it rang twice before you picked up. "arthur."

he winced. you already sounded exasperated.

"before you say anything, i would like to formally state that this is not my fault."

"you’re playing pub golf. of course it’s your fault. where are you?"

arthur squinted at the street sign, then at the pub behind him. "i have… absolutely no idea. but! there’s a mural of a dog wearing a top hat. very distinguished."

you sighed. "stay put. i’ll find you."

you found him exactly fifteen minutes later, looking as unimpressed as ever.

"arthur," you greeted, hands on your hips. "you look like a cautionary tale."

"you say that like it’s a bad thing."

you ignored him and took his arm, looping it over your shoulder as you half-dragged him towards the curb. "come on, let’s get you home before you decide to do something even stupider."

"rude. i’m a beacon of responsibility."

you glanced down at the scorecard still clutched in his hand. "arthur, you’ve written ‘help me’ in the margins."

"ah. that does explain a lot."

you huffed a laugh despite yourself, shaking your head as you flagged down a cab. arthur grinned, leaning his head against your shoulder as the driver pulled away from the curb.

"you’re very good at this," he mumbled sleepily.

"at what?"

"rescuing me. and being cute. but mostly rescuing me."

you rolled your eyes, but your grip on his hand tightened ever so slightly. "get some sleep, arthur."

he ignored you and instead clumsily intertwined your fingers, looking up at you with the most ridiculous, lopsided smile. "you’re my favourite person."

you sighed. "arthur, you say that to the bartender every time you order a drink."

"yeah, but i mean it with you. you smell nice, you always save me, and your hair is really soft. like, really, really soft. can i touch it?"

you snorted. "absolutely not."

arthur pouted, dramatically flopping against you. "you’re so mean to me. but i like it."

you let him cling to you the entire way home, even as he hummed a very off-key version of some song he absolutely made up on the spot. when you finally reached his flat, you helped him inside, manoeuvring him onto the couch.

arthur blinked up at you, eyes heavy. "you’re my hero."

you rolled your eyes but pulled a blanket over him anyway. "get some sleep, idiot."

arthur grinned sleepily. "only if you promise to be here when i wake up."

you hesitated for only a moment before sitting down next to him. "fine. but if you throw up, you’re on your own."

arthur sighed happily, grabbing your hand again. "best night ever."

you just shook your head, laughing softly. "you’re ridiculous."

and as arthur drifted off, still grinning, he thought maybe—just maybe—getting rescued wasn’t so bad after all.

[kenyuukissme]

match one :: kira and gojo

match maker :: 2025 ── .✦

@merlucide <3 thank you for participating in my event! i hope you like the things i've pulled together for you and your f/o <3 [see under the cut]

song :: norman fucking rockwell by lana del rey

colour scheme :: red

troupe/s :: loud x quiet ; idiots in love ; mutual pinning ; petty rivals to lovers

au :: college

moodboard ::

headcanons ::

he is definitely like a popular kid. hear me out.

in class the first time you meet him its “oh hell nah”

then you realise he’s in all your classes !

so we know how that goes.

to make things worse, you tell your friends and they start making jokes

“kira and gojo sitting in a tree!!!” and they say it loud enough for him to hear

so for a while that joke goes around.

haha. very funny.

anyways, when it finally dies down. you get paired up for a MAJOR assignment

im talking like. you HAVE to do this in pairs.

so you reluctantly allow him to come over to your dorm/house whatever and work together

you initially thought he’d just slack off. flirt as usual, do nothing

but you realise that he’s. kinda…

kinda a nerd !!!!!! nerdjo real c'mon guys.

you end up studying together till very late, and lets say he lives in college dorms so curfew is long past in place

basically. you offer to let him stay over the night. on the condition that you finish this project tonight

“but… then we can’t see each other again…” he lets it slip out

and honestly? maybe you’ve gotten soft

so that’s how you ended up laying beside him on your bed, watching a stupid rom-com movie on your laptop

its so cheesy. yet you can’t help but be embarrassed every time someone flirts. kisses. hugs.

and its so obvious on his very face. his pale skin flushes a little pink at his cheeks

he always looks away whenever something happens on screen that's a little embarrassing.

its.. cute?

oh hell nah…

you keep watching, until you start dozing off

eventually, the space between you too closes

i mean, there's only so much you can keep to your little side when you’re laying on your stomach while watching on your laptop

seconds of the sleepiness turn into minutes, you eventually cross your arms in front of you and lean your chin comfortably on them

gojo notices you look tired. so he taps your shoulder, gesturing for you to lean on his shoulder

and while, at first, you didn’t want to. you end up falling asleep on his shoulder, your arm linked in his

its safe to say it was beyond a shock to wake up in his arms. with your face to his chest

you brace yourself for the teasing that you assume would follow

but he softly smiles, loosening his arms around you to not make you uncomfortable

its such a cute moment. serene. tender, even.

and you can feel yourself lean in, he leans in too. his eyes narrow, he’s so close to just…

so close to just kissing your lips…

the moment your lips make contact with his, its almost surprising how nothing interrupted you!

you phone rings. from under you, so you probably fell asleep on it last night

i think im so funny.

anyways for the sake of you kira i’ll just say gojo grabbed your phone and threw it across the room. ig ill let you have a romantic moment… 😢😢

© kenyuukissme 2025 do not copy, translate, steal, modify or repost without permission.

[dynamitekansai]

The academic debate for the ages continues.

[tiredgeekgirl]

fellas it has been three months since the beach episode and thinking about neil and eva in any capacity still makes me ILL

[lethality-of-dual-strike]

as someone who’s super obsessed with the pixies, I’m surprised we don’t see more of THESE guys around

it’s super funny that so many of the pixies are the exact same (aside from HP and Sanderson) but like, these guys are super different. currently working on their own anti-pixies cause MAN I’m so normal about pixies definitely wasn’t rewatching every single episode/special with pixies and giggling every time they appear especially Sanderson

[notanotherinfjblog]

Productivity

ENTJ: Do you know those moments when you’ve got so much to do that you have no idea where to even start and so you start making a list of things that are too unimportant to waste your time on right now? But at the same time you’re wasting time by not working on the things that actually are important. You’re just making lists of all the tiny aspects of your work that you can throw out just to make yourself feel like you’re doing something.

INFJ: No, I don’t know those moments. I’m less productive, you see. When I’m overwhelmed by all the stuff I have to do, I panic and stare at the wall for three hours.

ENTJ: You’ve been doing that a lot lately, haven’t you?

INFJ: ... yes.

[singsweetmelodies]

I'm sorry lore anon again, but that squeezie video is living rent free in my head. Charles' non-reaction to the counselor threatening to call his mom? This is a middle child golden boy who never got in trouble growing up I'm crying 😭 Also their complete confidence in knowing when the other was lying but also absolutely failing at knowing when the other was lying? Deceased. Dead. I love these two idiots.

"deceased. dead. i love these two idiots" <- and that, my friend, is the piarles thesis 🙏🤭

no, but in all seriousness... AAAAAAAAHHHHHH, i know right??? i fucking KNOW. that squeezie video is absolutely BONKERS, and i will lose my mind over it at least once a month when i think about it again. like you said... the little insights into their characters & dynamics - mama's boy/golden child charles!! the "oh yes we know each other so well... WAIT WHAT" chaos!! the constant banter and teasing and playfulness!! - that video really is something else. and i LOVE IT

[seungminnnie]

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[dennisboobs]

i wrote another rambly dennis analysis and deleted it <3 y'all don't need that