#i think the living number is higher though

[always-a-slut-4-ghouls]

It’s all “but it’s only you three and your parents. Your family isn’t that big” until you go to a holiday gathering with us and there are 50 people crammed into a one story house and people are saying “did (person) not show up this year?” And then it’s like “your family is really big” like, yeah, I did say that???

[lelianaslefthand]

i was thinking about my kendall roy-coded hawke and if he'd be a mage or not bc ive assigned shiv to bethany and roman to carver STAY WITH ME. roman and carver honestly is less of a stretch bc both feel inferior to their siblings and have spent their entire lives trying to gain the approval and praise of their father but were always too Different to fit in completely. bethany and shiv are both frequently underestimated and powerful in their own rights. obviously their genders are the biggest thing bc while it doesnt really matter in game as much it does matter A Lot for the roy's dynamic and it's easy to fit in game content to those roles. bethany being the only daughter, the baby girl, father's apparent favorite... carver is leandra's baby boy... hawke is also there, eldest son with the weight of the world on his shoulders

but this is where hawke's class comes into play bc if he's a mage then him and bethany grew up as a kind of duo and were the "higher-status siblings" in carver's eyes as their father favored them by virtue of being mages and building that kind of resentment and inferiority complex. so hawke losing bethany is even more devastating bc they were close, she was the only one who Got It who understood, and sort of a last link to their father bc now its just him. only he has the magic that's defined so much of their lives and while he's already kind of been the head of house for a few years now it's really Just him and the rest of his family who dont really like him but he doesnt have a choice furthering the cycle of becoming his father. whatever that looks like i havent thought about much yet but malcolm is for sure better than logan we arent getting too crazy, but he haunts them in the same way. literally everything they do is "what would father have done". and on a "maybe the poison drips through" note, the poison being magic? inch resting... like we know the poison Did indeed drip through but having that tangible example that it has and how magic is literally viewed as a curse....hmm

on the other hand, non-mage hawke is closer with carver bc they were both sidelined by bethany, daddy's little girl and only one with magic. losing carver, again, is like losing the one who Gets it most but also he was leandra's baby boy (roman the mommy's boy) and she resents hawke for 'letting' him be killed. he still has bethany who has his father's magic which is a blessing and a curse but she keeps him grounded. they're both smart and know what's at stake. after she leaves he's all alone again and their relationship gets strained, all of that bonding thrown out the window. both of the last links to malcolm blaming him for things that he tried his best to avoid but it wasn't enough, it's never enough. it'll never be enough bc he isnt his father but he's still his father's son

[seilon]

no like when I say any answer on the queerest city poll that’s not San Fran is wrong I mean it is factually and historically WRONG

[medicinemane]

The problem with people who are "right" because they insist they're right, and the only way to be right is to simply perfectly follow their every dictation on the subject unquestioningly is this...

Ok, let's just take it as a given that you're right... the problem here is that if that's what's right I'm afraid I have to dig my heels into being wrong. If you are as righteous and just as you insist you are then I've got no choice but to be the villain because I can't stand what you're saying I'd have to do to be good

Shockingly I even think it's wrong, which is odd because we've already defined it that you're inherently and unassailably right... yet here we are

Worst part is there's a lot of these things where I'm not even full stop against it, I actually might be on their side if they could stop and address a couple of issues I consider kind of important... but they won't, because they're morally right and don't have time for addressing nonexistent issues I'm clearly just dreaming up

Undoubtedly right they are, the defect must surely be my own... and yet here we are. Vile and wicked as it might make me, I still can't just go along with you

[ellecdc]

No Wine, Then

Sirius Black x fem!reader who thinks she's pregnant again [610 words]

A/N: one of the many talented artists I follow on IG posted a few sketches of this conversation between Ginny and Harry and it's been stuck in my head ever since so I just had to write it for Sirius <3

CW: reader + Sirius have an undisclosed number of kids already, at least one of them is a son, fluff

You’re not sure how long you’d been sitting in the tub of fragrant, bubbly water - sinking so deep that the only part of you not submerged was your face from your nose up - when you realised the house had finally fallen quiet. 

Sirius had taken charge of everything tonight; dinner, cleaning up, and getting the kids to bed. You’re not sure what prompted it, seeing as the two of you worked as a pretty solid unit most nights, but when he was patting your hip and pressing a kiss to your temple telling you to go run a bath and that he’d take care of the rest, well…who were you to argue? 

The door to your bathroom opened and exposed Sirius, still adorned in the white button up and pressed trousers he had worn to work this morning, though the sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, the top five buttons were undone, and you’re pretty sure you could see a cheeky sauce shaped handprint slapped onto his arm. 

He looked beautiful.

“I look like shite.” He argued when you said as much, though he was smiling as he moved to the sink and washed his hands.

“You look loved.” You countered, earning you a hum of acknowledgment from your husband. 

“Well, that I am.” He agreed as he kneeled by the side of the tub, leaning over the edge to press a kiss to your lips, pressing ‘one more for the road’ before he was pulling back to look at you with soft eyes. “I was too lazy to check but I’m pretty sure I have a note taped to my back that says kick me, and I’m going to ask you not to.” 

You let out a laugh as you lifted one of your hands to card through Sirius’ hair, having mostly fallen out of whatever bun he’d thrown it in. He closed his eyes with a pleased hum and leaned into your touch. 

“Do I have to ask where your son learned that from?” You chuckled, causing Sirius to let out a groan as his brows furrowed. 

“We need to find him new cousins; he’s not allowed to hang out with Harry anymore.” He offered simply. 

You hummed noncommittally. “Do I have to ask where Harry learned that from?” 

Sirius’ eyes opened as he scowled at you. “It was funnier when it was happening to James.” He complained, circling his hand around your wrist and pressing a kiss to your palm.

“What about you, Mrs. Black. Hm?” He digressed, though the both of you grimaced when you realised exactly who that name made you think of. “Can I get you anything? Some wine, perhaps?” 

And you’re not exactly proud of the way it just came spilling out of you, but you would later blame it on the way you were sort of drunk off the warmth of the tub, the handsomeness of your husband, and the love you felt for the life you were living. 

And maybe also on the fact that you had sort of lost count of how many times you've had this conversation with him at this point.  

“I think I’m pregnant again.”

And Sirius - god love him - only let you know he’d heard you by the way his eyebrows jumped higher on his head in surprise. 

“So, no wine, then.” 

“I’d settle for a kiss, though.” You offered coyly, and Sirius didn’t hesitate reaching into the tub, wrapping his arms around your middle and pressing as good a kiss to your lips as he could around his megawatt smile. 

“That I can do for you, love.” He murmured before pressing another kiss to a smile of your own.

[prismatoxic]

you know... this is framed as such a silly moment that i didn't really consider it before but...

...laios was the only one who respected chilchuck in this scene.

and of course we know why senshi and marcille didn't. senshi still thinks that's child age, as dwarves' age of maturity is 40, a good 20 years older than chilchuck is. and senshi doesn't have the kind of worldly socialization marcille does that lets her understand in any way that chilchuck is an adult (and even then, she sees him as more of a child than she should, because elven age of maturity is 80 and, well. her relationship with time and aging is weird, let's put it that way). she treats him more like a grown man than senshi does, but it's not saying much. (this isn't a diss against either of them, their backstories more than explain why they're like this, and chilchuck doesn't seem to generally hold it against them except when senshi very openly treats him like a kid.)

laios, though. laios is a tall-man. his age of maturity (16) is only 2 years higher than a half-foot's (14). when chilchuck said "this year i turn 29," laios realized chilchuck was his senior and tried to adapt to treating him that way. (in the context of this series being written by a japanese person, this concept holds a lot of extra weight.)

of course, that wasn't actually what chilchuck wanted, and laios resumed treating chilchuck like a peer instead. (remember, chilchuck clearly defines his boundaries, and laios will happily abide by a clearly drawn boundary. a distressed and angry "quit" is taken 100% at face value.) and what's notable about that is that "laios treating chilchuck like a peer" was already valuing him as an adult. even if he didn't know the exact number, laios knew chilchuck was at least around his own age.

i imagine traveling with dandan helped him understand half-foots enough that his blunders when he and chilchuck started working together weren't generally disrespectful in nature. laios would have been able to wrap his mind around "half-foots aren't kids unless they actually say they are" because laios likes clearly defined rules. chilchuck is an adult? okay, he gets treated like one.

and i think it's just as much them both being short-lived races; if he can wrap his head around "height ≠ age" then he also understands whatever age chilchuck is has to be roughly comparable to his own.

and i just think that's neat! i think it's cool how much laios respects chilchuck and there's a sort of irony to the fact that moments like this are, in chilchuck's eyes, more of a nuisance than a sign of respect. but i mean... laios already treats him right. he doesn't need to do anything different.

[willowsnook]

Fake Boyfriend (LN)

lando norris x friend!reader

To say your ex had done a number on you would be a gross understatement. You went feral when you found out he was sleeping with your former best friend and your actions probably should have gotten you locked up. You smashed all the windows of his car, filled your own with his stuff and then drove down the streets of Monaco tossing it out the window, and then went and got your nipples pierced.

Your friends were very worried about you back then but it was better now. Now your blood pressure only skyrocketed every other time you heard his name. Which is why while you were all hanging out, your friend Rachel was looking at you very nervously.

"So you know how we are celebrating Matt's birthday tomorrow," she started and you nodded along. Matt was her boyfriend of a couple of years. "Well Eli is going to be there."

The paper cup you were holding crushed in your hand and your friend Max (F) snickered.

"That's fine," you said, your voice a higher octave than normal. "Not sure why everyone thinks it would be a problem."

"Probably because we are all convinced you would stab him if you got the chance," Max said looking up from his spot on the couch. "Can someone let Lando in?"

You'd met Lando through Max last year and liked him so far. He was definitely your type but you were still with Eli and then Lando watched your psychotic break so you didn't view him as any kind of prospect.

"What's up?" He said walking into the living room.

"Oh nothing Lando," you said cheerily. "Absolutely nothing!"

He shot a look to Max who was laughing and sat down next to you on the couch.

"I'm guessing this has to do with Eli," he said and you slapped his arm.

"He who must not be named," you hissed and he smirked.

"It's literally been 6 months babe," he teased and you rolled your eyes.

"Look, I would never get back with that rat, but it is now my purpose in life to make him suffer whenever our paths cross," you said confidently.

"You need to get laid," Rachel said and Max seconded that. Lando didn't say anything, looking at you to respond.

"Probably," you sighed. "What are we going to do about the party tomorrow though?"

No one said anything as they all contemplated, then Max quickly sat up.

"I know, you need a fake boyfriend," he said and you thought about it.

"That could work but also maybe not because he wasn't really the jealous type," you replied.

"Well would he be jealous if he saw you with someone way hotter and more successful than him?"

"Yeah"

"Perfect, Lando will do it," Max said grinning and both your and Lando's heads snapped up.

"What?" You both said.

"Lando is perfect," Rachel said. "How could someone not be jealous of you being with a Formula 1 driver?"

Chewing on the inside of your cheek you looked over at Lando who was already looking at you.

"If you're okay with it ?" You trailed off.

"Yeah, I could do that," he said. "Just one night." He shot Max a look that you couldn't decipher but it made Max grin.

"It's settled then."

----------------------------

Walking towards Lando's car that was parked outside your building, you watched him hop out to open your door for you. His gaze lingered on you, taking in your outfit, specifically the top half.

"I didn't know you got your nipples pierced," he said, settling into the car.

"Hmm yeah, did it a couple of months ago," you said looking through your phone. "You can see them later if this goes well."

The words spilled out of your mouth so naturally catching the both of you off guard. You snapped your head up looking at Lando whose mouth was slightly agape. He quickly closed his mouth, eyes darkening as he looked down at your chest again and you felt yourself getting warm, the tension high.

The rest of the ride was silent as you fidgeted with your rings, looking out the window. Lando passed the keys to valet as you arrived and held his hand out to you before you entered.

"Ready?" He asked and you flipped the switch giving him a big smile.

"Of course baby," you said and he smirked. His hand tightened around yours as he led you through the crowded club and you pointed to the VIP section where you saw your friends. You gave Matt a big hug wishing him a happy birthday before going to grab a drink at the bar.

While waiting, you felt someone slide in next to you and you turned towards them just as they opened their mouth.

"Y/n"

"Eli," you greeted with a mega watt smile. "So good to see you."

He took you in smirking, especially when he could see your piercings through your top.

"Nice piercings, would love to see them later," he said hungrily and you started to reply before you felt an arm snake around your waist, a hard chest on your back.

"Aren't they nice? Taste even better," Lando said from behind you making you blush. Eli's smirk dropped instantly as he took in the new guy, recognition on his face.

"And who are you?" Eli asked and Lando scoffed.

"Ah come on mate, you know who I am, I mean who doesn't," he said cockily and you could tell Eli was getting pissed. You turned to look up at Lando smiling lovingly.

"Hi baby," you greeted, meeting his lips in a short kiss. Starting to pull away, Lando squeezed your ass causing you to gasp, letting him deepen the kiss. Flustered you pulled away, grabbing your drink to take a sip.

"You know she's fucking crazy right?" Eli sneered and you rolled your eyes. "She's definitely just using you for your status, that's her thing." You laughed out loud at this causing Eli to look at you.

"That's my thing?" You laughed. "Like I've done that before? Sorry remind me again where a failed crypto investor lands up in the social hierarchy?"

Eli reddened as Lando laughed.

"Enjoy my sloppy seconds man," he bit out. "Hopefully she's half as clingy with you as she was with me."

This struck a chord in you as it was something you had always been insecure about. Lando noticed and let go of you, getting in Eli's face.

"That's enough," he said gripping Eli's shirt. "If I hear her name come out your mouth ever again I will bury you."

You had slipped away to head back to your section, a little overwhelmed.

"Hey," Lando grabbed you turning you around. "You okay?"

Looking up at him you grabbed the back of his neck and brought him down for a heated kiss. One hand rested on your waist while the other gripped your jaw as he aggressively kissed you back, bruising your lip. Breathing hard, you pulled away.

"What was that for?" He asked catching his breath.

"Just needed to feel something," you replied before turning and heading back, not before lacing your fingers with his. Rachel's eyebrows were raised as she watched your spectacle and you gave her a smirk.

Joining her on a couch you filled her in on what had just happened while throwing back a couple of shots.

"You guys actually look like a real couple," she said smirking. "A very hot one."

"I wish," you replied looking over to where Lando was engrossed in a conversation with Max. He looked over at you and shot you a wink. "He's definitely my type."

"Then why don't you go for it?"

"I don't know it's hard," you said looking down at your drink. "It's hard to come back from walking in on the person you thought was the love of your life bottomed out in the person you thought was the platonic love of your life."

"Lando is a good guy though, you know that," she said and you gave her a small smile. "Speak of the devil."

You looked up to see Lando standing there holding out a hand for you.

"Come on," he said and you let him pull you up. He dragged you over to the DJ booth, greeting the man who let the two of you slide in.

"What are we doing?" You yelled at Lando over the noise.

"DJing" He yelled back with a boyish grin. He placed you in front of him, putting his hands over yours to help you control the board. You felt yourself letting loose, laughing along with Lando's antics, and having fun. The actual DJ eventually took back over and Lando led you back to your section which was now empty.

"Hmmm, looks like they didn't last," you mused. "Ready to go?"

Lando nodded, grabbing your hand again to lead you out of the club. Insisting on the night not being over you found yourself walking along the docks giggling at Lando's stories.

Slowing down you came to a stop, enjoying a pretty view of the moonlight over the water. Feeling Lando's eyes on you, you turned to meet his eyes. He inched closer to your face and your breath hitched. Giving you one last look he closed the gap, slowly moving his lips against yours. Kissing him back you tangled one of your hands in his curls bringing him even closer to you.

"You don't have to pretend anymore," you murmured in between kisses and he pulled back chuckling.

"Trust me, I'm not pretending," he said before bringing you back in for another kiss. Smiling against his lips you relaxed. You smirked at his swollen lips when he stepped back and his eyes flickered down to your chest.

"So about getting to see those piercings?" Lando said cheekily and you laughed, pulling him back to the car.

[flagellant]

Hello, tumblr! I mentioned this in my stream last night with my friend and collaborator @lakemojave, but here is the official tumblr announcement: I've started a fundraiser to pay for GAS that I can't afford on my own.

I...try my best to appear pretty unflappable on this site, because my online persona relies on that. But about two years ago I was harassed by TE/RFs and no matter how much I tried to forget or get over it, there was a comment that a 17 year old made towards my appearance the has probably been the most devastating thing I've ever felt, and ever since that insult I've grown steadily and steadily more disgusted and anxious about my appearance--specifically my hair.

As an AMAB trans person, I'm of course going to experience male-pattern baldness. Even in cisgender men, more than 75% of them experience some form of heightened anxiety and dysphoria due to hair loss or fear of it. I don't know how those numbers change when talking about trans people, but I can't imagine it's not even higher.

In the interest of full transparency at the cost of, frankly, my pride: I have reached the point in my dysphoria where I am growing to be borderline suicidal. I've struggled with suicidal ideation since I was a young teenager, but this is the first time in over a decade that I've reached a level where I am terrified what will happen when it gets worse.

And so with all that said, I've started a fundraiser on PayPal to try and raise money for my gender-affirming care. Y'all might remember me from the Great Soy Sauce Conspiracy of late December of last year, and maybe also how I stopped working on the project due to mental health reasons. I remember how kind all of you were when I was struggling with living newly on my own trying to afford food and things like convection plates, and it's my hope that I could rely on you all to help me again.

With that said, I've made the decision that if I am able to fulfill this fundraiser's cost...I'm going to pick back up The Mysterious Appearance of Miss Appleton and finally finish it once and for all...in video essay format, because that feels most appropriate to me. I think I'm going to be ready for it this time.

If you've read this far, thank you so much. If you need it, though:

TLDR: I need to get myself gender-affirming surgery because i'm getting real close to suicidal over my dysphoria. I've made a fundraiser for it. If the fundraiser is successful, I'm going to finally finish the video essay for The Mysterious Appearance Of Miss Appleton. Thank you for your time and your help.

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Idia Shroud: The Daily Grind

Oooh, his limited-edition shirt (from a live performance, implying he actually may have attended a concert in-person??) has the Fates on it! Idia also talks about getting birthday messages from his mobile games… True Gamer rep... though I cannot forgive him using an all-in-one cream for his face don’t let Vil hear—

THAT GROOVY IS TAINTED 😭 The less I say about it, the better…

Rise and Shine!

Idia Shroud lived by numbers. Measurements, code, games. They were dependable things, easily controlled and predictable, unlike the fleshy meat sacks called humans. The most improbable creatures of all.

The luck of the draw had been unkind to him this year. A test ("In person attendance is required, Shroud," Trein had told him sternly), on his birthday! If a higher being existed out there, Idia was certain he was their least favorite child.

Touching grass? Tch, so annoying.

Idia drew out a ragged groan and rolled his neck, which still ached from having slept upright in his gaming chair. Clasped in his hands was a rectangle, its screen glowing as one of his many mobile games booted up. He had a list to run through, missions to complete--all a part of his routine.

Another day. Better do my dailies before heading out.

He sighed.

A familiar home screen unfolded before his eyes. It was a lounge, newly refurbished and dipped in a neon glow. Balloons clouded the ceiling, banners and streamers were strung up, confetti dusting the floors. Jewel-colored flowers in crystal vases and sumptuous dishes crowded the avaliable space on tables. On special occasions, the background was automatically decorated in honor of the holidays.

A grinning anime girl faded in. She was dressed in a fluffy cloak and hat, keeping her cozy for the winter season. This particular version of her was a SSR he had dumped money into to max out (no expense spared for the best girl).

"Happy birthday, Gloomurai!" she chirped, parroting the same phrase that she did to all players once a year. "Geez, did you sleep in again? Wakey, wakey! How are you going to enjoy your birthday if you're only half-awake for all of it? ... Wh-What? You're wondering if I prepared anything for you? Don't be stupid. I-It's not like... I... like you or anything..."

"Hihihihi... Aaaah, the way she runs hot and cold is so cute, just the best! This is peak content!" Idia chuckled to himself. Here, in the comfort of his private quarters.

Beep, beep, beep!

Idia yelped and leapt up in his seat, nearly dropped his phone. He squinted at the blinking envelope icon that had overtaken the screen.

"... What? A new message?"

Who's it from? I-I don't talk to any of my classmates enough for them to contact me out of the blue like this... C-Could it be Riddle-shi shouting at me to attend the next dorm leader meeting?

Idia cautiously opened the message. He winced as he braced himself for the redhead's shouting (all caps) from the other end.

A cheerful jingled played, followed by pixelated fireworks popping off. Ortho exploded forth from the envelope with a giggle, the words HAPPY BIRTHDAY blinking on either side of him. The video message began to roll.

"Gooood morning, nii-san!" his little brother cried. "Did you get a good night's sleep? I hope so, because you'll need all that energy for your exam--and your birthday party afterwards!"

"B-Birthday party? When did I agree to attend that...?" Idia mumbled, running a hand through his fiery hair.

The prerecorded Ortho continued. "But I know you. You're probably thinking, 'Birthday party? When did I agree to attend that...?' ... Right?"

H-He got me nailed word for word!!

"We can't have you shut away in your bedroom as soon as you're done with that test! So to make sure you don't try and squirm out of socializing, I've recruited a guest character for an escort mission to your class and then to the birthday party afterwards. They'll be by to pick you up at 7:30 am. See you then, nii-san!"

Ortho waved farewell before he blipped out of existence. Idia sprung out of his gaming chair, slick with sweat from a freshly sprung, anxiety-induced leak. He stared at his phone in disbelief, his eyes wide and bugged out.

"D-Did I... Did I hear that message right?! S-Someone's coming to escort me to class?! But the time right now is…!!”

Knock, knock, knock!

“E-Eeeep!!”

This time, he did drop his phone. Its fall was cushioned by the mountain of cardboard boxes, opened chip bags, and volumes of manga loitering on the floor. The impact restarted the video message: “Gooood morning, nii-san! Did you have a good night’s sleep?”

“Idia-senpai?” a voice called out, joining Ortho’s. Your voice. “Are you there? I’m here to grab you for class.”

Th-Them?! He turned paler than Death, even as his cheeks and the tips of his hair burned bright pink. Why… wh-why did Ortho have to choose THEM for this?!

“H-Hold on a minute!” Idia called out.

He crumpled to his knees and gathered as much of his junk as he could, shoveling it into convenient hiding places to create the illusion of tidiness. His closet, under his bed, empty boxes and bookshelf space.

“How much longer?” you asked worriedly from the other side of the door. “You might be late at this rate—and you know how Professor Trein can be about tardiness.”

“A-Almost…!!”

Idia grabbed his phone and got back up, glancing at himself in the reflection of his monitor. His bangs had gone awry, covering one eye in cobalt bangs. He hurriedly brushed them away, trying to get his hair to behave as best he could, then attempted to straighten out the creases in his pajamas.

Screw the school uniform. There was no time left to make himself any more presentable than this. He’d have to deal with the disapproving shake of his teacher’s head when he slumped in. If was preferable to keeping you waiting.

His temperature spiked again. Pink became red. He waved frantic hands at his hair, urging them to cool off back to blue.

Calm down. C-Calm down, you’ve got this!! You’ve played so many dating sims, summon that main character charm!

But in real life, there were no clearly defined routes to head on. No dialogue options to choose or love flags to trip. No resets, should he fail miserably. He was left on his own to fumble through social interactions—and their consequences.

He shambled over to his door and, swallowing hard, cracked it open. A sliver of light poured in from the outside, along with your smiling face. He was a monster crammed into a gap, and you were his savior.

“There you are!”

Idia tried to picture a brazen male lead. The sort of guy that leaned against doorframes with a cocky smirk and casually went, “Hey, you.”

Nope, nope, nope!!! WAY too cringe! I-I can’t say that like I'm a confident alpha dudebro…! I can’t…!!

Idia froze, his mind defaulting to a 404 error. Even his heart seemed to stop, seized by clawing panic.

“H-Hey,” he said meekly.

"Happy birthday, Idia-senpai.” You blinked, slowly taking him in. "Did you sleep in again?"

E-Eh…? What is this weird sense of deja vu? They sound almost exactly like the birthday login lines from earlier... e-except it's a real person this time, not a fictional character...

The pace of his heartbeat quickened.

S-Something’s wrong with me. Th-This reaction’s definitely not normal!!

He flushed again, fervid as a flame. Short circuiting, overheating.

“Er… Idia-senpai? Are you feeling okay? Your hair, it’s going haywire, shifting colors like a lava lamp,” you vaguely gestured. “And you’re still in your pajamas. You hardly look ready to leave your room."

“I-I’m fine!” he squeaked. “I wasn’t expecting a guest, s-so… I didn’t prepare to receive… any... one…” Idia trailed off.

"Hehe. How are you going to enjoy your birthday if you're only half-awake for all of it?" You extended a hand to him. "Come on, it’s time to wake up.”

Just like the greeting from the mobile game.

Idia shyly ducked behind his door, hiding his burning face.

Is this a dream? If it is, I don't know if I want to wake up from it.

[help-itrappedmyself]

Dead on Main AU 2

Masterpost

Jason blinks and he is not where he used to be. He can already tell he’s shorter and skinnier, and he’s staring at physics homework so he’s probably younger too. It takes him a moment to run all the scenarios. He knows what is most likely, he knows that soulmates body swap at sixteen and... Well, he’s not sure if he was dead or not for his sixteenth birthday, but he had been living on the assumption that he had missed it, whenever it was. 

Now he thinks that he’s the older one in this relationship. If his soulmate just turned sixteen, he’s still a minor. Society gets a little more lax about these things when it comes to actual soulmate relationships, but Jason- despite the age difference only being around two years- is not lax about it at all. So if this is what he thinks it is, he is going to have to have a talk with his soulmate about being just friends for a while. 

Which should be fine, it’s not like they know each other at all yet. Getting to know each other should take a while anyways. Though, he could start that now.

He looked to the right and saw the door to the bedroom on the same wall as the desk he was sitting at, and the door to the closet on the next wall. The bed is against the wall behind the desk, sitting in between two windows. There’s a nightstand with a lamp on it next to the bed and a chest of drawers against the wall to his left that has a mirror hanging over it. There are space posters on the walls all around the room.

Jason gets up and walks over to the mirror. The boy in the mirror is short and skinny, just like he thought. He has blue eyes and black hair that flops over his face. Jason takes a second to wonder if the kid had plans for his birthday, realizing probably not. It’s tradition nowadays to spend your sixteenth birthday with just your family in case the switch is made. 

So, Jason's soulmate is what appears to be a normal, messy teenager. Posters, clothes on the floor, homework to do. Jason goes over to double check the homework, to see if he can find any that’s finished. There, his math assignment is already done, and it seems his soulmate’s name is Danny Fenton. He takes a closer look at all the school supplies and in his backpack and doesn’t find anything with the school name on it. 

Taking another look around the room, Jason doesn’t see a phone, and it wasn’t in the backpack. Jason tries not to feel weird as he pats around his soulmate’s pockets. He finds a phone, thinks for a second, then types in his own number and calls.

It rings for a second. Someone picks up, but all Jason can hear is shouting until he hears his own voice.

“Um, hello, Jason?”

“Yeah, this is Jason. You with my family?” 

“If the people that were in the room with you before are your family. I really only have confirmation that one of them is your dad.”

“Have those motherfuckers not even introduced themselves?” 

“Sort of. Eventually.” Jason heaves a long sigh. Danny chuckles.

“Right, well your name is Danny right?”

“Yeah! Have you talked to my family yet?”

“No, haven’t left your room. Your name was on your homework though.”

“Oh, please do not judge the homework.” Jason laughs, he does not know how Danny made his voice sound like that, breathy and higher than his voice has been in years.

“Didn’t even look at that part. So, I’m assuming that you guys are coming to me?”

“I think so?” There’s a bit of a commotion. “Stop it, buzz off!”Is said away from the phone. “They said yes.”

“Please tell me they’re not all planning on coming.”

Danny makes an I don’t know sort of hum. “Look, I do need to warn you… about a few things actually. Jazz, my sister, her room is across the hall and she’ll be able to help you if you. I sort of have… like a medical condition. I would rather explain that to you in person, but she’ll watch out for you if you go meet her.”

“I can do that. Anything I should look out for?”

“My parents leave all kinds of weapons around the house, and sometimes they’ll target me-you- at random, so try not to touch anything, and either stay upstairs or have my sister take you somewhere in town. Whatever you do, don’t go in the basement, the lab is down there.”

“Kid, what?” Jason rubs his hand down his face.

“This is really an in-person talk.”

Jason feels like he can relate. There are a lot of things a soulmate should know that Jason doesn’t know if he’s ever going to tell Danny but if he did he would want it to be in-person. “Sure, okay. Find Jazz, preferably leave the house.”

“Yep!” Again, Jason does not understand how Danny makes his voice sound so peppy. “Is there anything I should know?”

“Shit, if I had time I would give you a warning about everyone in my family individually, but for now… I don’t know if this will translate over…” It will, but there’s really no way to explain that. “I have… I guess it’s sort of a health condition as well. My family knows what triggers it, and they should be on their best behavior right now anyways, but if you wouldn’t mind putting someone on the phone I can threaten them properly.”

Danny laughs and Jason hears a beep, before “You’re on speaker!” is called out.

“I swear to god if any of you scare him, hurt him, or anything I’m going to kill you. I know everything you love and if you don’t act normal, just know, it will be destroyed.”

“Yeah, yeah. Jay, this is your soulmate!” Dick sounds way too excited.

“Also, most of us love you so that threat doesn’t work as well as you think it does.” Steph yells.

“Bitch, I died once, I’ll do it again. Don’t test me on this right now.”

The room through the phone quiets down quickly except for Danny’s laughter.

“Oh, wow, same.”

“Danny! You know how we feel about the death jokes.” Jason hears as the door behind him opens. Talking starts up on the other end of the line, but he ignores it for the moment as a tall redhead walks in the room. She stops in front of him and raises her eyebrow.

“You must be Jazz.” Jason says. This gets a hush on the other end of the line. “I’m Jason.”

[fuctacles]

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Eddie was lowkey disgusted by how his uncle would talk about one of his neighbors. No, he doesn't think it's bad for old people to fall in love or have crushes. But it's weird to know these things about his own uncle. 

And it's also sad to watch, because it's been months of Stephanie this, Stephanie that, and nothing came of it, so he felt safe to assume the infatuation was one-sided. So when he tells his uncle he can't go feed her cats that week, he figures it's for the best. And not only because of Wayne's twisted ankle. To his surprise though, he doesn't seem fazed; he just waves his hand and says:

"Yeah, yeah, I know. No climbing the stairs with this thing." He pokes the cast with his crutch. "I've already volunteered you anyway."

Eddie raises his eyebrows because he surely misheard that.

"You did what now?"

"Told Stephanie I'll send you to feed her cats," Wayne says, confirming his fears.

"Why?! She has so many other neighbors!" Eddie points out, gesturing vigorously around the room, implying but meaning the flats surrounding them. 

Wayne clicks his tongue at him.

"Would you let in just any of your neighbors into your home? She already trusts me, and I'm vouching for you."

Eddie gapes at him, hating that he's making a valid point. Damned be his old man and his reasonable thinking. He crosses his arms because while it makes sense, it doesn't mean Eddie can't be angry about it. 

"When?"

"She's visiting her friend this weekend so she asked for Saturday evening and Sunday morning. And stay with them for a while if possible, so they don't go crazy. Ah, and the plant in the kitchen needs watering."

"Great," Eddie grits through his teeth. He's so delighted at the prospect of spending time with some old lady's cats. The whole place probably stinks of cat piss and he'll definitely kill the plant as soon as he touches it. (It was his only superpower, which is not what he aimed for when his five-year-old had been praying, thanks for nothing, Jesus.) He just hopes he won't have to meet her. Hearing some old hag complain about his clothes, hair, and general adolescence was the last thing he wanted on his weekend off. But, alas...

"She asked you to come over tomorrow so she can show you where everything is."

Eddie groans. 

It's a Friday afternoon, he's at his uncle's taking a break from college and work. He should be sharing a beer with the old man, complaining about the coursework, the professors, and other students, not picking him up from the hospital, and running errands while his foot is in a cast. And certainly not meeting up with old stinky spinsters. 

To add insult to injury, Miss Stephanie, (which, by the way, is such a typical old hag name) lives two floors higher and the elevator is perpetually broken. Not too high, but high enough for Eddie's anemic lungs to start collapsing. 

He stops around the corner to steady his breath, because regardless of his overall attitude, he didn't want to worsen the first impression. He already refused to 'dress like a decent man' and didn't want to wheeze into the lady's face on top of it. 

Once his lungs are functioning properly again, he walks into the hallway, looking for number 54 as Wayne instructed. He knocks on the door, hoping he didn't mess it up and is at the right place. What if it was 45?

It must have been because he was told Stephanie Harrington lives alone. 

"Uh, sorry, I must have—"

"Are you Eddie?" The woman who opened the door takes him in. At her feet, a tabby cat peers curiously at the new human.

"Uh, yeah? I'm looking for Miss Stephanie?" he offers awkwardly. Maybe that's the friend? Or a sister?

But the woman extends her hand and smiles brightly.

"That would be me, but please call me Steph. I wish I could drill that into Wayne's thick skull." She rolls her eyes fondly.

Her big, gorgeous eyes, framed by thick lashes. She's not an old hag, she could be in her forties at best. She's tall and curvy and her hair looks straight out of a shampoo commercial. She's gorgeous. Eddie shakes her hand in a daze.

"Hi," he croaks as he's ushered inside. 

"Come in, come in! I've heard so much about you, it's great to finally see you in person. I must say," she turns around and gives him a quick once-over. "Wayne's stories didn't do you justice."

Did she just check him out?

Eddie clears his throat, suddenly dry like his elbows during winter.

"Uh, same to you."

"Yeah?" She puts her hands on her hips, raising an eyebrow. "What does he say about me?"

"Good things only," Eddie assures her. 

"So you're saying I'm a bitch." She squints at him.

"No!" His eyes widen. "What?!" 

"Well, if he's saying only good things about me, and you say they don't describe me right..." 

Eddie gets the point she's making and quickly shakes his head.

"No, he just made you sound like a crazy old cat lady, and you're..." He waves his hand uselessly. "Not that."

She sighs softly, shoulders sagging a little. It would be easy to miss but Eddie's senses are heightened after his fuck up.

"I kinda am, though," she says with a shrug. 

Eddie feels the need to reassure her somehow.

"Well, you're not eighty and your place doesn't smell like cat litter, I think you're fine."

She barks a laugh, it's low and surprised and Eddie's cheeks are red because he's just digging further into the hole he's in, isn't he?

"Good to know the bar is so low."

Eddie groans, tired of doing damage control that's not controlling anything.

"I'm gonna shut up now."

"Please don't." Steph smiles wide and teasingly. "You're a funny one. Just like your uncle told me."

Eddie scoffs. He's going to have a word or two with the old man once he's back.

"Great, this is exactly the impression I was hoping to make."

At his words, the woman eyes him up and down again, and he can feel his cheeks heating up.

"Yeah? Not as the local punk satanist?" she teases, making Eddie bristle.

"Metalhead," he corrects instinctively and immediately winces.

"Ah, my bad. I'm not good at the subcultures thing." She smiles apologetically but it doesn't read well with how clearly amused she is. "Anyway, here's the plant I want you to water tomorrow evening. Just like, half a glass."

Right. Plants. Cats. He came here on a mission.

"Come on, I'll show you my cats."

There's only three of them and they come rushing from all corners of the flat at the rustle of a catnip bag. Eddie never saw high cats so he's glad to have this opportunity now. Stephanie points to the tabby he saw earlier.

"This is Dart, she's not actually mine, but my friend couldn't keep her at the dorms. This is Garfield," she points to the orange cat, making Eddie huff a laugh. She grins. "Yeah, don't tell anyone, but he's my favorite," she whispers, to which Eddie mimics zipping his mouth shut. 

Lastly, she points to the black cat rolling on the carpet. 

"And this is Arwen."

Eddie frowns.

"Like, The Lord of the Rings Arwen?"

"Yeah," Steph sighs. "Dustin named her. He's the friend I've mentioned. Dart is short for D'Artagnan and I've fought teeth and nail for Garfield not to be called Pippin."

"Pippin is a great name, though," Eddie points out.

"Maybe," she huffs, crossing her arms. "But I wanted one for myself, okay? Not everything has to be about Dustin."

"Is Dustin like, your brother or something?" 

"Kinda?" She frowns. "We're not actually related but I babysat him, and then we became friends. He just stuck around, somehow." The words sound angry but her face betrays the fondness she has for her friends. 

"That's nice," he offers. "I'm an only child, never met any cousins, and only ever had friends my age."

"Well, good for you. Maybe if I had friends my age I wouldn't be living alone with a bunch of cats."

Eddie frowns. 

"Hey, now..."

She cuts him off with a dismissive wave of her hand. 

"I'll show you where the food is." 

Eddie's in a daze when he comes back downstairs, only realizing his visit ended when he's standing in his uncle's living room. He's been gone for only half an hour but it feels longer. 

"How did it go?" his uncle asks, pulling him out of his reverie. 

Edie turns to him and blinks, fighting the cotton around his brain.

"Fine?" he offers. "She's not as old as I expected," he admits bluntly. His uncle snorts.

"What, just because she lives alone with her cats you assumed she's on her deathbed?"

Eddie winces. It's exactly what he did.

"Well, the people in her life weren't kind to her, so now she relies on her pets. Nothing wrong with that." Wayne shrugs. 

"What do you mean?" Eddie frowns, curious. Concerned. He goes to the kitchen, not wanting to seem too eager to get an answer, and grabs a beer for himself and his uncle. He opens the junk drawer to find an opener and hears his uncle answer from the adjacent living room space. 

"She doesn't say much about it and I never asked, but she's always alone on the holidays. Her friends visit a few days before or after."

Eddie walks back in and hands his uncle the opened bottle. 

"Thanks, son."

He nods and settles heavily in an armchair. Focusing his gaze on the label peeling off of his beer, he hums thoughtfully.

"No family?"

"Seems so." Wayne nods solemnly. "I think it was a conflict of lifestyle choices, but I'll be honest, I'm basing it off of rumors and my own assumptions." He scratches his cheek, frowning at the wall. "It's not my place to pry, though I offered to hear her out if she ever felt like needing an ear." He sighs. "I'm just trying to be a good neighbor. Invited her for dinner over Thanksgiving, when you couldn't come. I was surprised she's into basketball," he muses. 

Eddie was seeking answers and now was even more confused.

"You invited Miss Stephanie. For a dinner?" He raised his eyebrows. 

"Yes. She was alone, I was alone, figured I could at least ask. I'm still surprised she agreed. She declined all my other offers."

"Wow." A teasing smile creeps on his lips against his will. "You've been inviting a lot of women since I moved out?"

"Listen," Wayne takes on his stern voice and it takes all of Eddie's willpower not to cackle. He can see his uncle's mustache twitch. "Stephanie is a lovely lady, but she's way too young for an old man like me. And this old man is too old for romance anyway. Besides—" he cuts himself off like he realized he was saying too much. Which, of course, piques Eddie's curiosity. 

"Besides?"

Wayne shrugs.

"I don't think I'd ever be ready for someone like her."

Eddie makes a confused face. 

"The fuck does that mean?" he asks, irritated. 

"Rumors and speculations, son."

[luveline]

Craving a postprison!Spencer x stripper!reader fic, please ma’am.

Maybe she gets a daytime job at a coffee shop or a bookstore - to “supplement her income”/ not have to dance as often (not that she’s ashamed!!) and Spencer is just so proud of her for trying and can’t quit kissing her and praising her because I know in other fics you’ve mentioned she didn’t think anyone would hire her because of her profession/self esteem, plus after prison she didn’t want to dance because she wanted to be with Spencer. 🥺

Or really just anything with a proud Spencer x stripper!reader doing anything.

Your work is fantastic and I’m in love with everything you do!! 💕 thank you and it’s totally okay if you think this request is lame or don’t wanna write it!

thank you angel! —you find a new job while making decisions about your old one after Spencer returns from prison, and Spencer would praise you for breathing, so he’s extremely proud. fem, 1.8k

Statistics differ, but estimates suggest that there are around twenty thousand strippers in Las Vegas. With a population of seven hundred thousand people (estimated up), that means that one in thirty five people living in Las Vegas dances for a living. 

It’s more than you’d think. Spencer knew of plenty of women who worked as strippers, exotic dancers, or private entertainers when he was still living at home. And while the numbers are much smaller in Washington DC where he lives now, it’s far from zero. More surprising for the average person to be one, perhaps, but not for Spencer. 

It used to make him blush like a steam train, sure, but it never did any of the things you were scared of. He’s never looked down on you for it, never been jealous (well, never acted like a jerk because of it), never positioned it as anything other than work. His only complaints are in your concern. You don’t like the club, most of the time. You feel unsafe often. The risk of femicide is yards higher for you as a sex worker than it would be otherwise, but who is Spencer to talk about danger? He still has stitches in his leg. 

Your job used to feel more urgent, a red flashing light above your head, because you’d come around with bruises or cut knees, tear stained cheeks, and you couldn’t make ends meet for all your efforts, but things have changed. You’re reluctant to depend on him, but you’ll accept the help when you need it. Nothing keeps you there if you don’t want to be there, and when you do you’re a marvel. You are beautiful, in Spencer’s eyes. Your dancing when you’re having a good night is one of the prettiest things he’s ever seen —more than pretty, sometimes. A hot coal in his stomach. 

But the fact of the matter is that Spencer’s home, and you don’t want to dance. You haven’t been to the club for weeks as far as he’s aware, and he’d consider himself well informed. You spent all your savings and started spending his instead and he couldn’t care less, what’s his is yours, whatever keeps you aloft while you make whatever decision it is you’re working toward. Not that it presented itself that way. 

I’ll have to go back.

Spencer on his back, you sitting with your head turned from the TV and toward him, your hand on his hip, just resting. Where?

To work. I have enough money for the next two weeks, and then I’m all out. 

Spencer wouldn’t do something as unkind as rolling his eyes, but the point of you moving in was to cement that he’d look after you no matter what. He’d turned his head to you on his pillow and reached for your elbow. You’re still resting. 

You’ve been home for two months, Spencer. I’ve rested enough. I… I only managed this long because you haven’t asked me for anything and that’s not fair, we both live here. 

I earn more than you, so I pay more, he’d said, confused. It’s not as though it hurt him to continue paying for an apartment he’s been living in for years. 

I won’t be your leech. 

You’re not my leech, don’t say that.

I can’t just not have money. 

Well… he’d said. He’d never discussed it with you so openly before, always stopped at the first suggestion, but there’s a first time for everything. You know you can have whatever you want from me. Anything you want, you don’t have to ask. 

Spencer… you’re my boyfriend. 

Exactly. 

No, you’re my boyfriend. You don’t have to keep me. I don’t want that. 

He understood the ‘want’ most heavily. What do you want, angel? he’d asked, dragging your hand up his naked chest to rest over his diaphragm, your arm moving up and down in time with his breathing. 

You’d seemed stricken, but not upset. Like the question surprised you in having no answer. Not sure… you’d said eventually. Mostly you. 

A week passed, two. A third and you’d asked him to borrow money, just for a little while, and with the vehement promise you’d pay him back. 

He’s not expecting it. So soon, either. But here you are standing in front of him with a beaming smile and little book in your hands, unzipping one of the book's inner pockets to count out the money you’d ’borrowed’. “Here you go, my angel, there’s everything.” 

Spencer just looks at it. “What is it?” 

“The money I owe you.” 

He presses his hands to his stomach to stop you from forcing the notes into them. “You don’t owe me anything.” 

“No, seriously, please take it.” 

He shakes his head. “Seriously. I don’t want anything from you, I love you. That money was for you to do what you wanted, or needed. It was yours as soon as I gave it to you.” 

You try regardless to put it in his hands. Your hair was done freshly a week ago, your nails manicured but unpainted, your face adorned with some new makeup he’d seen on his (your) vanity a few days ago. It honestly hadn’t crossed his mind why you’d suddenly given yourself a refresh, and he had no suspicions. You would’ve told him if you went to the club, even just via text, because it’s important he knows you’ve had access to your phone or that you’re coming home. (Plus, he’d notice you leaving at night. You’ve spent the last few evenings laying across his lap.)

“Where did you get this?” he asks, smiling softly, wondering if he’s come to the right conclusion. 

You drop the money on his thigh and take a couple of steps back. 

“I,” you say, holding your little book to your stomach, “got a job as a barista. They gave me my first paycheck today, a direct deposit. So I took out what I owe you and the rest of it is in here.” 

“You what?” he asks. 

“I’m working at the coffeehouse by the library,” you say, nodding, parts proud of yourself and parts shy. 

“For how long? Why didn’t you tell me?” 

You bite your lip. “Just this week. And honestly, I didn’t want you to know if I couldn’t do it.” 

Spencer stands up but doesn’t cross the room to you. He could reach out and catch your hand. “How could you work somewhere new all week without me noticing?” 

“You weren’t here on Monday, Tuesday, or Wednesday morning, and they gave me Thursday off, so I just told you a very small lie this morning about going to the store. I knew you’d get distracted by your Persian poetry again.” 

He did get distracted, very much so. You’ve been and worked a whole shift without his worrying, which is a bit awful in itself (he really does love you, and he’d like to know where you are), but is also, frankly, a great thing. You should be able to work without worry. You should do anything you want to do. 

Still, a whole week at a brand new job without any support, and to stand there with your paycheck as unmistakable waves of satisfaction melt off of you unkissed is insanity. Spencer’s laughing as he ushers you into his arms, as he hugs your shoulders tightly, “Oh my god!” he says, “Wow, congratulations!” He pulls back just a touch to see your face. “Please don’t lie to me about where you’re going, that’s so dangerous. I love you!” 

He takes your face into both hands with your arms hanging loosely behind his back and begins a reckoning of kisses. The slope of your cheek, the skin between your nose and lips, Spencer couldn’t care less where the kisses land, he just wants them all over you. You laugh softly as he goes, almost stickily, a sound that comes deep from your chest. “I’m so proud of you,” he says, pressing a quick, mildly rougher kiss to the corner of your mouth. 

“I might still strip,” you say. 

“Whatever you want,” he says, squeezing your face between his palms. “What’s it like? Do you like it? Is it hard?” He kisses you again. “I wish you’d told me,” he says against your lips. 

You’re quieter than he expected, and warm. He pulls away more sternly to see what’s gone wrong. He could’ve asked the wrong questions. Maybe he’s embarrassed you. 

“I just wanted to make sure I could do it. I didn’t want to fail and… and have you know. I’m sorry.” 

“Don’t be, I get it.” God knows he’s failed a hundred times for you to see it. He wishes he would have hidden a lot of that from you, spared you some heartache, but he also knows how lucky he is to have you near. “That’s what we’re supposed to do, right? We should be together when stuff goes wrong.” He beams. “But it didn’t go wrong.” 

“I think I’m pretty good at it.” 

“Yeah?” 

You hold his wrist. “And I get tips, did you know that? Not as many as before,” —you laugh to yourself loudly— “but still. It’s really cool. They pay me even if nobody wants coffee, and when people want coffee I get extra.” 

Spencer kisses the corner of your eye. He kisses up to your eyebrow and down again, all over your cheek before turning your face to the other side to kiss circles into the other. “I,” —kiss— “can’t,” —kiss— “believe it.” Kiss. “Actually, I can, but I still can’t.” 

“It’s just a part time job.” 

“That you didn’t think you could do,” he says. “But you can do anything, I knew you could. I’m amazed by you.” 

He grins and throws his arms over your shoulders. 

You squeeze him right back, the two of you swaying, almost falling over. He can feel how proud you are of yourself. You deserve to feel this way no matter what. 

“I like dancing,” you say, “I do, I just wish I could do it in a different… world? Is that stupid?” 

“No. You’re never stupid.” He smiles as your hand weaves into his hair, fingertips scratching along his scalp, his curls caught between your fingers. 

“Do you think you could come on Monday? I can make you a cup of coffee. It’s not as hard as it looks.” 

“Please, I’d love for you to make me a cup of coffee.” His smile presses to your shoulder, where he breathes you in briefly, before remembering something very important. “Hey, do you wear an apron?” 

“Of course I do.”

Oh my god, he thinks. There are more than half a million baristas in the United States, and Spencer will bet his monthly paycheck that you’re the cutest one to ever exist. You look cute right now in your jeans and your button up shirt, but put an apron on top of that? To see you standing behind a bar mixing drinks and pouring latte art? Monday can’t come quick enough. 

[songsofadelaide]

"Hey, Platoon Leader, are you guys trying to be the next Shinomiyas?"

You looked up from your plate of food and gave Kafka an incredulous look from across your shared table. "...What?"

The older officer raised his hands in defence when he caught the strange look on your face. "O-Oh, you know! The Director General and his wife, the former Captain of the Second Division. They were a power couple. I just thought you guys were similar is all..."

"Kafka-san, you better clarify whatever it is you're saying," you chuckled at his statement. "Though I definitely do not mind being compared to the Second Division Captain Shinomiya Hikari, the gods rest her soul. She was brilliant, after all! A shining example to so many young women, myself included. We could have stood to learn a thing or two from her..."

It was a tragedy, you thought. The Director General had always been a serious man, but the unexpected death of his wife made him all the more. And now that Kafka mentioned it, the weight of the idea rested even heavier on your mind. The higher you two rise in the ranks, the more will be expected of you. The more numbered Kaiju appear, the more you will have to set out in their field.

The higher the danger risk, the more skilled personnel will have to be deployed. And seeing how the top brass acknowledged your fiancé's most recent accomplishment— subduing and neutralising Kaiju No. 10— the likelihood of him being assigned even more dangerous missions will only increase—

"You think the Vice Captain would consider growing out a beard too when he becomes Director General? Like Director General Shinomiya. I mean you did mention once that his old man was grizzled and all..." Kafka asked aloud as he helped himself to his lunch.

???

His question was so left-field that you couldn't help the laughter that escaped your stomach. "Pfft— What?! Kafka-san, wh— Hahaha!"

"I-I'm serious, though, Platoon Leader?! A beard would make him even more menacing!"

"Haha! N-No, okay, okay! I'm sorry! I'm sorry for bursting out laughing like that! I-It's just— Soshiro grows stubbles at an alarming rate and he always shaves because he hates being told he'd look like his father with a beard," you said, nearly breathless and tears prickling your eyes. You continued to speak as you calmed down, the seriousness of your expression prompting your lunchmate to pause his meal. "I might not be able to achieve Captain Shinomiya's legendary level of coolness or renown, but I think as long as I continue accomplishing orders, that's good enough for me."

Arriving at your table not long after your fit of laughter were the Vice Captain and another recruit— one who happened to hear your conversation right from the start.

"I—" Kikoru started, her plate slightly trembling in her hands as you met her earnest gaze. "I think you're just as cool as Captain Shinomiya, Platoon Leader! More importantly, I'd like f-for you and Vice Captain Hoshina to always be safe while in the battlefield so you can both live long and fulfilling lives! Th..."

The kind her mother never got to live.

Soshiro took his place next to you as Kafka gestured for them to sit at your shared table.

"Thank you, Kikoru-chan. I am honoured you think so highly of me. If there's anyone feels the loss our amazing Captain Shinomiya the most, that would be you," you said as you reached for the younger girl's shaking fist from across the table, giving her a gentle yet reassuring squeeze. "If Soshiro and I ever do become the Defense Force's next power couple, I can only hope we have a child as talented and dedicated as you are."

"That's assumin' we're actually still a couple," Soshiro quipped. "I could hear you laughin' at Kafka's joke from across the building. Whatever did he tell you that was so funny, sweetness?"

"Kafka-san here was just saying how cool you would look grizzled with a beard all over your handsome, handsome mug," you shot back at him as you gently gripped his chin to force him to face you. "But don't worry, sweetness, I like you just the way you are now."

Kikoru's hands flew to her mouth as her face suddenly flushed. H-How lovey-dovey of them!

"You're already plenty menacing with that sly look of yours," you continued, before slapping the table so hard that it surprised both Kafka and Kikoru, who were staring in awe at just how affectionate their superiors were being. "Now eat, eat, eat up, our little fledgelings! Eating right, getting enough sleep, and exercising are key to living long! Let's not miss out on even one of those!"

Soshiro smiled as you ate your fill along with your favourite new recruits, though he'd never hear you say that out loud. Being a power couple never appealed to him because all that mattered to him were saving lives and staying alive— to be able to live in the future you were all so earnestly fighting for.

I suppose having someone to proudly stand next to isn't such a bad idea.

[euphoricfilter]

Stardust || JJK

Pairing: Jungkook x F. Reader

Genre: Fluff || Smut || Friends to Lovers au

Summary: If Jungkook would have known an unintentional orgasm would have led to this, then he would have begged you to work out with him sooner.

Word Count: 5.5k

Tags/ warnings: himbo-ish jk, so much fluff idk where it came from, smut in the forms of: unintentional masturbation turned coregasm, oral (f. receiving), fingering, protected sex (because that’s really cool), mirror sex, doggy style, technically multiple orgasms, they’re both giggly and in love it’s kinda gross, jk is a tits man, he’s obsessed with boobs, it’s all very tame and kinda soft ig

Notes: yay first fic of 2023. this was way harder to write than i’d anticipated, hopefully i pulled through. and if there’s mistakes, no there aren’t!

<3 thank you to my prettiest baby @4amj3zz for reading this atrocity before i posted it

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If every living being’s foundation is made of stardust, scattered when born, then Jungkook thinks the two of you were made from the same star.

A friendship that’s near impossible to come by, crafted by the hands of a higher being— delicate fingertips moulding fickle personalities and emotions that seem incomplete when not together. Two angels sent to earth to be each others’ number one in another life they’ll spend together.

Precious, like naturally formed diamonds.

And maybe that’s what your friendship was, one of the world’s little treasures. One everyone yearns for, though only a select few have.

Sure, diamonds can be replicated, graphite turned jewelry, simply there for show. A statement piece if you must.

Fake diamonds and fake friendships that seem to be more common than the real deal. Hard to crack, though not impossible— splitting the two of you up into pitiful shards and lost pieces; where even the most skilled hands have trouble putting it back together.

Jungkook doesn’t remember life before you. Though he thinks it must have been dull, flimsy smiles, and friends that hadn’t bothered to call once they moved away.

His existence so easily forgotten, that the gnawing sadness didn’t seem to last as long as he’d anticipated. Simply walking the path of life alone, though he often thought solitude wasn’t all that bad.

Until your worlds had collided. The big bang of your friendship, a new world, a new start, everything so fresh and untampered with.

He’d thought about what life would be like if one day the two of you were to ever part ways, the very thought of you not being by his side like a harsh punch the gut.

And maybe he had gotten a little teary eyed on those evenings he felt a little softer, a little sadder at the thought of you ever leaving. His hands fumbling around his sheets for his phone, your voice his only remedy for his growing anxiety, where promises were whispered and sleepy smiles remained on your faces as you rested.

Jungkook doubts that day will ever come. And maybe that’s all just wishful thinking, a juvenile dream that the promise you’d made to one another would hold strong for the rest of time, until the two of you lay six feet under. Resting side by side until your bodies rot, flesh becoming one with the earth, what is left of your existence blossoming into something beautiful; perhaps a tree, a flower, truly anything, as long as you were together.

“Together?” you blink up at Jungkook through your lashes, eyebrows creasing in distaste.

Jungkook thinks you look pretty in that moment, even if you are pulling a face at him. The two of you sat at a bench in the park, your head haloed by the setting sun, last of the days warmth kissing both your skin in a gentle goodbye before the moon watches over the two of you.

Littles galaxies reflected in both your eyes, where Jungkook thinks each star in his represents one thing he loves about you; hidden behind the moonlight because he doubt yours represent the same.

“Yes” he nods, hair flopping a little over his forehead, and you push the stray strands out of his eyes. Fingers delicate as they brush over his skin, always so gentle with him that his heart flutters like the delicate wings of a butterfly.

“Kook, I love you— you know I do” and he nods, lips quirking up a little, “But working out just, isn’t for me” you conclude, tone firm and his shoulders deflate. Because he knows it’ll take more than glossy puppy eyes and a pout for you to give in.

“First off, I love you too—“

“Thank you” you nod. But Jungkook doesn’t think you understand the weight behind those words.

“And look, how do you know it’s not for you, if you’ve never tried?”

“You put me off” and Jungkook would have thought you were joking if you didn’t have that deadpan look on your face. One he was all too familiar with.

“Huh” he gawks, “How?”

“You always complain about sore muscles, and the thought of being sweaty grosses me out” your head tips forward dramatically, cushioned by your arms from the table.

“It’s a good ache” he watches you turn your head, lips moulded into an unconvinced pout as you stare up at him through your lashes.

“There is no such thing as a good ache, Jungkook”

“Is too”

“When?” you flail, unbothered as Jungkook’s hands wrap around your wrists.

“Sex ache”

You pause, “Excuse me?”

“You know?” he cocks his head to the side.

“No” you shake your head in utter disbelief.

Jungkook’s mouth falls open, “You’re a little pillow princess aren’t you, I bet you don’t do any of the work”

“Do too, besides—“ you swallow, “It’s none of your business” you pull your hands free of his grasp.

“Come on, I feel like we’re at a point in this relationship we can share these things” his cheek rests atop of your head, each syllable pulled out into a whine.

“I don’t wanna hear about your sex life, Jungkook” you huff.

You watch him sit up ramrod straight, brain whirring behind his eyes. You think that if he thought any harder you’d be able to hear the echo of his voice.

“Actually, I don’t really wanna hear about yours either” his nose scrunches up, melting your resolve.

A secret charm of his that he didn’t know he had; and you’d never tell him either, no way in hell would you let him weaponize your weakness against you when your heart could barely stand being sat so close to him.

“Best friends don’t always share everything” you quip, only it leaves a tangy taste on your tongue.

“I suppose” Jungkook nods, evidently less enthusiasm radiating off him.

Best friends. It always wet your mood. Like sour candy that’s too sour, or a cute dog that’s breath smells like a rotting carcass.

But that’s what you were, introductions to new classmates or new lovers; it was always best friends. Two simple words that felt like utter shit to say, tumbling past your lips like vomit and then you had to rawdog the aftertaste because you don’t have any toothpaste or mints nearby.

Never anything less, even though there was definitely a lot more going on between the two of you. (Not that either of you had any idea about that.)

It’s a wonder as to how neither of you had grasped the fact that every previous relationship the two of you had, had ended because of the other. Nothing ever seeming to fit in place, the click never being there when it came to someone else.

Communication is key in upholding a relationship of any kind, issues easily resolved with hours of conversation turned mutual understanding, and progression made with a mix of both actions and words. As two people whose love languages were physical touch, the former is just as important as the latter.

One of the only reasons your friendship has lasted this long, is that you both value each other enough to communicate when necessary.

Apart from when you could probably really use it, unidentifiable emotions weaving into your hearts, mixed with a dose of denial can really set you back when you’re near infatuated with your closest friend.

It’s not that either of you had never considered a relationship with one another, others outside your little bubble had brought it up enough times that the meager possibility of it actually happening had been cemented into your thick skulls.

Something nice tickling both your brains at the fact so many people thought you were together together; like, in love together.

Long gone were the days where you’d blurt out your denial to dating accusations with rose dusted cheeks, simply believing the world had a thing against opposite sex friendships. Now, the two of you just laughed off whoever liked to comment on how good you looked as a couple. (Which had brought more than a few of Jungkook’s relationships to turmoil)

It’s just that neither of you believed the other wanted anything more than friendship. A rookie mistake on both your parts, especially when you’d both establish that every and all emotions were to be discussed with one another, no matter what you felt.

“One time” you break the silence, any way to ease the growing tension between the two of you “I’ll work out with you one time. And never again”

You watch the smile as it pulls at the corner of his lips, the prettiest smile, your favorite smile, enough of a reward for whatever pain you’re about to put yourself through. Because as long as Jungkook was happy, then you’d crawl to the ends of the earth if it meant you got to see this smile one more time.

“I love you” he bends down, sloppy kiss pressed to your cheek and you can’t help your own smile, heated cheeks covered as you swat him away from your face. Wiping his saliva from your skin with the back of your hand.

“Whatever” you tut, though Jungkook sees through your faux annoyance.

“We can use my at-home gym as well, so we won’t even be in public”

“Wonderful. Let’s go back now, I’m gonna freeze my tits off if we stay any later”

You don’t catch Jungkook’s gaze flickering down to your chest, lingering a little longer than proper before he’s slinging his zip-up hoodie around your shoulders. Eyes flickering down to his hands briefly before he’s knocking shoulders with you.

“Chivalry isn’t dead” you utter, falling into Jungkook’s side when his arm falls over your shoulder.

✯ ✯ ✯

Jeon Jungkook was sex on legs when he worked out.

You were no stranger to him training, countless vacations together, where the morning was spent with him doing press-up on the balcony or the occasional few times he’d bench-press you for a laugh.

You’d never found it funny though, pussy throbbing between your thighs as he’d grab onto you, arms flexing deliciously. And he never seemed to question why you’d lock yourself up in your room after, purely a coincidence that you’d disappear for an hour after his little stunt.

You were no stranger to a half naked Jungkook either.

Nor were you a juvenile teenager whose panties got in a twist when she saw a toned stomach.

However, this wasn’t just any toned stomach.

Jeon Jungkook was built like Adonis. Carved where every crevice had meaning and every flaw only enhanced his beauty. And it’s hard to think the bushy haired, acne prone teen boy you’d first befriended had turned into this.

If puberty had benefited anyone, it was Jungkook.

“We’ll do something easy today, okay?” he claps and you nod, watching as he saunters over to a basket.

“Pink or blue” he holds up two yoga mats.

“I didn’t think you were into rhinestones” you snort, sun catching on the bedazzled rim of the pink mat— streaks of pink painting the wall.

Jungkook drops said mat, chucking you the blue one before he’s dropping to his knees on the floor.

“It’s one of my exes” he tells you, motioning for you to sit.

If people were flowers, then this is the moment you would have wilted. Deflating in on yourself; it’s not that you were jealous per-say. It’s not like him and his ex were dating at all but still. The very mention of her was enough for you to roll your eyes.

“And you didn’t throw it out?” the words hurdle out your mouth before you can even think about what you’re saying.

“No?” his eyes meet your own, “I’m not throwing away good gym equipment”

You sigh, somehow expecting no less from him. Jungkook was a man of many skills, and he’d hounded you to try hobby after hobby with him— but nothing got him going like a good work out. If all other passion in life disappeared then he would still have working out as his escape.

You sigh, “I have somewhere to be later, so let’s hurry this up” a little white lie, but that never hurt anyone.

“You’re not going on another one of those shitty blind dates, are you?” he groans and you whine.

“I told you, I’m never going on any of those ever again”

“You better not” he unrolls his mat, and you follow.

“Or what?” you turn your nose up at him and Jungkook’s foot collides with your thigh.

“On your back, you brat.”

✯ ✯ ✯

“How much more” you flop against the mat, eyes closing.

“That was only the warm up” Jungkook hums, pushing himself up off the floor.

You hear him walk to the other side of the room, cupboard door creaking open as he rummages around for something.

You peek up at him through your lashes when he throws a towel over your back.

“Roll that up” he motions towards it, coming to sit beside you, “And up onto your back again”

Your eyes widen by a fraction when he gently takes the towel out of your hands, pushing your knees apart before he’s closing them; towel stuffed between your thighs.

Your gaze travels down the length of your body, thighs twitching as Jungkook’s fingers wrap around your ankles.

“All you have to do is raise your legs like this okay?” and he demonstrates, making sure to keep your legs straight as he lifts them to a ninety degree angle from your torso. “Leg raises should be easy, even for you” he hums.

“What’s that supposed to mean” you snap, ready to push yourself up, except Jungkook’s hands press down over your chest.

“Hey! No complaining”

You swallow thickly, aware of Jungkook’s eyes on you as you raise your legs on your own this time.

“Pretty good, remember to tense your core when you do it, okay?”

You nod, bottom lip caught between your teeth as you do as you’re told.

Your eyes squeeze shut, body hyper aware of each small movement the towel has right over your clit. Pussy throbbing inside your panties and you worry your slick had started to soak through your shorts.

Jungkook doesn’t seem to take notice of your growing predicament, hands hovering over your calf to make sure you’re raising your legs all the way. Though that’s the least of your worries as you feel each new wave of unadulterated pleasure pulse through your core.

“Not so bad huh?” he grins.

It’s a strange sensation, pure arousal ebbing up your body, every brush of your panties over your clit, weight of the towel over your slit slowly bringing you to the precipice of an orgasm.

“I don’t think—“ you start, cutting yourself off with an arm covering your face at a particularly intense wave of arousal. Your stomach tightening at the feeling.

“Just a few more, you’re doing great”

“Kook, I really don’t think—“ your hand clamps over your mouth as Jungkook’s fingers take hold of your legs, helping you raise them; and that’s all it takes to tip you over the edge. And you can’t help the surprised moan that drips off your lips.

Your knees bend, nudging against your tits as your hand falls over your sodden pussy, dull wave of your orgasm throbbing throughout your body.

Jungkook looks down at you, eyes wide as you simply lay there with your hands between your legs.

“Did you just piss yourself?” he asks, mouth falling open in awe.

“What the fuck?” you cry, “I just came you idiot”

Jungkook’s cheeks flush red, “Oh” he nods, “Oh. You had a— holy shit”

“Don’t look at me like that” your eyes glaze over with tears, heat prickling up your body in embarrassment, “I didn’t mean to, it just happened”

Your feet fall to the floor, towel falling from between your thighs as you let out a stuttered breath, body still buzzing with the after affects or your surprise orgasm.

“Jungkook?” you peek up at him through hooded eyes, heart pattering so hard in your chest you could feel it in your throat.

Jungkook’s eyes meet your own, “That was so fucking hot” he groans, “Looked so pretty”

You watch as his hand rubs over his shorts, his own arousal hard to hide as his head tips back in a way that extenuates his neck.

“Huh?” your eyes widen, willing yourself to not look at what his hands were doing.

“Should have known something like this would have turned you on”

“I wasn’t even turned on” you exasperate, “I clenched my core like you said and it just happened”

“Mhmm” and you can tell he’s unconvinced.

“Stop rubbing your dick, you horny piece of shit” you clamp a hand over your eyes, thighs clenching when he lets out a deep groan.

“Can’t help it” he lets out a sigh, “I’ve been dreaming of what you’d look like when you came, shame it wasn’t on my cock”

Your hand falls from your eyes, “Dreaming?”

“God, haven’t I made it obvious?” he asks, his own hands falling to his sides, though now you have a full view of his straining erection.

“Made what obvious?” you whisper.

“That I like you” he asks and you gawk at him.

“You, like me? I’ve been trying to hint that I like you” you point at him, mouth falling open in disbelief.

“Huh?” it’s Jungkook’s turn for furrowed brows, “I swear you didn’t like me”

“I could have sworn you didn’t like me”

Jungkook snorts, “When did I ever say that?”

“You’re unbelievable”

“Me? What about you?”

Your body lays flaccid, muscles loose; heart hammering in your ears as Jungkook leans back on his hands.

“How long?” you ask, not daring to look up at him.

“High school”

You push a palm into the socket of your eye, low groan rumbling up your throat, “I’ve liked you since, I don’t know, probably high school as well”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he asks, voice soft and you can feel yourself tearing up— so many emotions plaguing your mind at once you don’t know how to feel.

Jungkook scoots closer to you, “I could say the same thing about you” you huff.

“Why’re you crying” he frowns, thumb gentle as it brushes against your damp cheek.

“We wasted so many years. I seriously thought— you’ve had so many girlfriends”

“Because I thought you didn’t feel the same, I guess I thought my feelings would go away if I gave my heart to someone else. And then you started dating around too and I really thought I’d never have a chance”

“Me too” you sigh, nose scrunching up in distaste for all your failed relationships.

“Guess it didn’t work out for either of us huh?” he hums and you nod.

“I think we’re both stupid” you murmur.

And Jungkook nods, “I agree”

“What do we do now?” you push yourself up onto your elbows, frown on your face.

“Can I kiss you?” Jungkook’s head hovers over your own, the sun meeting the moon at the same point in the sky— your eclipse. The rest of your world suddenly shrouded in darkness, all you can see, think, smell, everything just Jungkook.

You nod, eyes flitting across his face as his arms cage your head. You can see his biceps flexing in your peripherals, thick muscle straining under the weight of his torso.

Jungkook’s lips hover over your own, a breaths width away from touching. You tilt your head up, pillowy lips cushioning your own and that’s when everything falls into place.

There’s nothing desperate about the kiss, ever so gentle and slow, the two of you aware that lost time can be made up in the future as you simply bask in this moment; your worlds aligning, tilting on the same axis, everything just perfect and right, and your hearts beating in sync, and breathing stuttered as you both pull away with hesitance.

Your hands cup Jungkook’s cheeks, eyes searching his own for anything, just something to tell you this wasn’t all a dream— that he really did like you back.

“You’re so pretty, you know?” he whispers, his lips pressing a featherlight kiss to the corner of your lips.

“No” you smile, giggle bubbling up your throat and Jungkook can’t help but grin down at you.

“I’ll tell you every day, all the time. You’ll get sick of me”

“I could never get sick of you, Jungkook” you push yourself up onto your elbows, noses bumping.

He tilts his head, kiss firm, and you moan as his tongue licks at the seam of your lips, a silent plea for access.

You oblige, arms slung over his shoulders as you bring his body closer to your own, heat radiating off the two of you in thick waves.

“You taste so good” he groans, hands wandering down your body, teasing as they pull up the hem of your hoodie, “Want this off”

Your fingers tug at the offending material, dragging it up your body, “Hang on” you pull away from the kiss, and Jungkook feels his cock twitch at the sight of you. Red swollen lips, a sheen of his saliva coating them.

You pull your hoodie over your head, throwing it somewhere, a problem for later. Thighs clenching as Jungkook stares down at you— eyes wandering.

“And this” his fingers skim over the edge of your sports bra, dancing over your skin, mapping you out of every little spot he wants to kiss.

You hesitate.

“We don’t have to do this if you’re uncomfortable” Jungkook’s smile is gentle, retracting his hands and you want to whine at the loss of contact.

“I want to” you tell him, hoping the shake in your voice didn’t sound too unconvincing. The incessant throbbing between your legs wouldn’t go away unless Jungkook helped you out and your patience was slowly wearing thin.

“But?” he urges.

“I’m nervous” you admit and he smiles; reassuring.

“How can I help?”

You squirm under his gaze, fizzling embarrassment painting your cheeks red, “Can we both—“ you cut yourself off with a whine.

“Come on, gotta use your words, my love”

“Can we both get naked” you splutter, “At the same time?”

Jungkook’s head falls back, fully belly laugh wracking through his body, “Of course”

You tug your shorts off, Jungkook following you; a pile of both your clothes laying forgotten by your head. You’re too distracted tugging your sports bra off to see Jungkook’s length slap against his stomach. Tip of his cock an angry red, his fingers barely touching his shaft as he closes them around the length.

“Oh” he croons, “How pretty. Can I touch you?”

You nod, falling onto your back.

Jungkook’s careful as he touches you, thumbs brushing over your hardened nipples, testing the waters as he tugs at them, eliciting a breathy moan from you.

“Feels good?” his voice low, and you nod; hips involuntarily bucking upwards when you finally cast a glance at his length. Eyes widening a little in awe.

His fingers dig into your flesh, and he bends down, lips closing around one of your nipples. Your back arches, mouth falling open in a silent moan as his teeth nip at the sensitive skin; tugging in a way that sends warm pleasure straight to your core.

He kisses over your chest, lips worshipping your skin, fingers skimming over the underside of your boob.

Each gentle press of his lips are searing as he works down your body. And your breath hitches as his hovers over your pussy, folds glistening with your arousal.

“Oh baby” he groans, and your thighs twitch as his warm breath fans over your core.

Your fingers tangle into his hair, impatient as they tug him closer to where you need him; an embarrassed whine falling past your lips when he kisses over you clit, once, then twice.

“Jungkook” you squeak, legs tensing when he finally wraps his lips around it, tongue flicking at your clit meanly.

He simply hums, vibrations sending a new wave of pleasure straight through your body, another gush of wetness dribbling from your hole. Jungkook wastes no time, fingers scooping up your leaking arousal before he’s pushing them into you.

“Oh” your chest stutters a breath as he pulls his fingers out of you, tongue licking a broad stripe over your cunt before his thumb brushes over your clit.

“You like that?” he asks, though the question was rhetorical as he repeats the motion. Tongue teasing over your hole before he’s lapping up your slick; sucking at your folds, squelching lewd accompanied by each hearty moan.

Your thighs start to shake, clamping around Jungkook’s head though that barely deters him, as he pushes your legs open by your knees.

“Stop. Kook— please” you whimper, “wanna cum around your cock”

That catches his attention, and with one final kiss to your clit he’s pushing himself onto his elbows.

Jungkook looks like the epitome of sin, slick stained chin and swollen red lips, unashamed as he licks your arousal off his face, humming in satisfaction as your chest stutters out a breath.

“Lemme get a condom” he murmurs, lips pressing another kiss over your knee before he’s pushing himself to stand. Your eyes follow his body, heavy cock bobbing against his stomach with every step he takes.

“Hopefully they’re not expired” he calls from the other room, and you giggle at that, “We’re good” he flashes you a grin as he drops back between your legs; foil wrapper held between two fingers.

You watch his fingers run down his length, thumb brushing over his slit and you feel slick dribble out of your hole as a bead of pre-cum coats the head of his cock shiny.

“Please” your head tips back, hands impatient as they tug at your nipples; Jungkook completely entranced by the sight. “Hurry, hurry” you nudge his thigh with your foot, and albeit reluctant, he tears his eyes away from your tits.

He rips the condom open with his teeth, a cheesy attempt at seducing you, and you weren’t about to tell him all he had to do was breathe and you panties would dampen.

He rolls the rubber down his length, fingers wrapping around his cock as he tugs a few times. You choose that moment to flip yourself over, hips raised as your chest lays flat against the floor and Jungkook moans.

“My pretty baby” he croons, hands roaming your ass before he’s pulling your cheeks apart; eyes fixed on your clenching cunt. Ever so enticing, silently begging to be filled and fucked until you can’t think or walk; a perfect excuse for Jungkook to pamper you a little.

You wiggle your hips, giggle muffled in the crook of your elbow has he parts your lips with his thumb, gently dipping into you hole before he’s pulling out.

“Please, Jungkook”

And that’s all it takes for him to line the head of his cock up with you entrance, tip nudging against your clit before he’s pushing into you; every inch stretching you apart deliciously.

“So good” you sigh, walls clenching around him and Jungkook can’t help the stutter of his hips, punching the air out of your lungs at the sudden intrusion.

“Sorry—“ his fingers dig into your hips, “Just feels so good, sucking me in”

You rock back onto his cock, breathy moan tumbling past your lips as your ass meets his pelvis; cock fully tucked into your pussy.

“Give me a moment” you shudder, body thrumming in anticipation.

Jungkook hums, hands wandering your body, fingers dancing over your skin. A surprised moan echoes throughout the room as his hands grab both your tits, squeezing them, fingers rubbing over both your nipples sending hot pleasure straight to your cunt.

He can feel you rhythmically clenching around him, walls sucking him in as you rock forward an inch before you’re sinking back down on his length.

“Okay” you nod, fingers holding onto the edge of the yoga mat.

“You sure?” he asks, pulling out to the tip, hips slow as he plunges back into you.

“Mhmm”

You feel Jungkook’s fingers dig into the meat of your hips, picking up the pace of his thrusts.

You can’t help each near pornographic moan that’s pushed out of you with each harsh slap of Jungkook’s hips meeting your ass, skin smacking wet as your slick coats your thighs.

“So good for me” his head tips back, arms hooking around your bent elbows.

You let out a squeak as he sits you up, and your walls constrict around his length as he pushes deeper inside of you, gush of wetness clinging to his thighs.

“So good” your head tips back onto his shoulder, knees helping you bounce up his length.

Your back arches when the head of cock hits your g-spot, ring of creamy slick gathering at the base of his cock each time you pull up to the tip.

“Look at that” Jungkook murmurs into your ear, one hand tangling into your hair as the other settles over your throat.

He tugs your head up, and you catch your reflection in the full length mirror; insides of your thighs coated in a sheen of your slick, Jungkook’s hips thrusting his cock up into you, both your bodies glistening with sweat.

The red hue of your cheeks flushes down your neck and chest, shade darkening with each wet squelch of your cunt as Jungkook helps you bounce in his lap.

He watches your tits bounce, both his hands wandering to grab them, pulling your back closer to chest as he pounds into you.

“I’m gonna cum” you hiccup, hands scrambling to hold onto his bicep as your other hand travels down your body, fingers gathering up your slick before you’re circling your clit.

You thighs start to shake, crescent moons indented into your skin as Jungkook’s grip on your chest tightens, your walls throbbing around his cock, drawing him closer to his orgasm.

“Yeah?” his hips stutter, “Come for me then, pretty. Let’s come together”

You moan, fingers unrelenting as you thrum at your clit in tight circles. Your orgasm wracks throughout your entire body when it hits, stomach tensing as your cum coats Jungkook cock, which twitches as he thrusts up into you.

He holds you down on his length, deep groan rumbling through his chest as he shoots his seed into the condom, your walls continuing to milk him of everything he’s got.

“Good girl” he soothes, hands falling to your hips as you fall forwards, cheek pressed against the mat as Jungkook pulls out, thrusting back into you gently.

“Thank you” you whimper, thighs tensing as he pulls himself out of your sodden pussy, folds glistening creamy white.

✯ ✯ ✯

Everything feels right. The two of you tucked into Jungkook’s bed after a shower, both your hands roaming one another’s bodies.

You’d clung to Jungkook’s back as he’d cooked you both dinner, work-out long forgotten as you’d both worked up an appetite. Muscles too sore, too achey, to even think of carrying on anything that isn’t wrapping up warm in each others’ arms.

It’s strange how so much, but nothing had changed. You still danced around each other with practiced ease, hands still feathery light, skimming over hips and backs, where legs are tangled under blankets, cold feet on warm skin.

There was something mellow in the air, a film of freedom, hearts on your sleeves for one another to see, where kisses felt softer, deeper in promise and love.

All the ‘I love yous’ holding the right weight, both understanding that the love you feel is the right kind of love.

He’d thought about it a lot, from the day you’d both confessed; messy, but a confession nonetheless. (And he had made sure to ask you to be his girlfriend in a more romantic setting than his spare room turned gym). That maybe the time growing up as just friends wasn’t wasted.

Failed relationships and sticky breakups simply teaching the two of you the right way to love.

Learning the give and take of relationships, what it truly meant to be in love with another person. Where you want nothing more than their happiness, a pure sort of adoration that consumes your entire being until they’re always on your mind. Small, seemingly insignificant parts of life reminding you of them. Trinkets in corner shops or the changes in season, certain smells, textures of clothing.

Learning about what you want for yourselves and how to take care of one another.

So he doesn’t regret all those years spent as just friends. Because maybe the two of you were too young, too eager, too scared about something as precious as true love. Growing up together, as just friends, might have brought the two of you closer than rushed first loves and petty arguments that you’d look back on and regret.

Red string. Stars. Fate. Destiny. Any of it. Jungkook doesn’t know what brought the two of you together, two souls intertwined until you both part ways when your lights flicker out. Though he thinks you’d reignite them wherever the two of you end up later on, new lives, new worlds. New everything, where he gets to learn about you all over again, explore your being, as you explore his, and you’re moulding into one another once more.

He wonders how long you’ve both been laying there, lips pulled up into lazy smiles, kiss swollen; little galaxies reflected in both your eyes.

Where every glistening star is a reason as to why you love each other. Your galaxies shining with a million different reasons, moonlight no longer veiling what lay beneath.

Because Jungkook thinks, if people were made of stardust before they were born. There’s no doubt in his mind, the two of you were made from the same star.

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Sakura Haruka's Weather Contact

(Minors, Ageless and Blank Blogs DNI)

Synopsis: You're from Sakura's hometown, and though he wasn't your friend when he lived there - you tried really hard to be. When you both got cell phones you knew he wouldn't just give you his number, or accept yours... so you lied, and offered to put the "weather" contact in his phone for him. You've been texting him the weather forecast everyday for about 3 years now. WC: ~7.1k TW: nothing but fluff

Around 5th grade your dad was stationed in Japan, which meant that you were the new kid again. Honestly, it was pretty rough to move to a completely new country, learn a new language, customs, etc… But, surprisingly the town you moved to wasn’t so horrible - to you. A young boy by the name of Sakura Haruka got the brunt of the abuse from just about everyone in town. Though he had an interesting look - split black and white locks with one gray and one amber eye - you didn’t quite understand why everyone was so cruel to him.

Of course you tried to make friends with him despite everyone in your class warning you not to, and at first you thought they might be right since he immediately snapped at you to leave him alone. Unfortunately for him, Pollyanna had been your comfort movie that year, so you just kept trying. For the entire year.

By 6th grade, you had finally pestered him into at least speaking to you. Alas, he wouldn’t admit the two of you were friends, but he had started sitting with you during lunch hour even if he didn’t talk to you much. A few months into the school year he would respond to your hellos and smiles in the hallways with a deep blush and a gruff hey. Halfway through the year he got a cellphone, which was when he finally spoke to you freely.

“Oh cool! Did you get a cellphone Sakura?” Chirping from where you stood behind him sitting on the bench in front of you. Whipping around with a notch in his brown, and a deep red already burning the tips of his ears - his fists slightly raised for a fight.

“Do-don’t sneak up on me like that!” He snapped while swiftly pocketing his phone. Stifling a giggle, you came around to sit next to him on the bench, to which he immediately stiffened by your proximity.

“Do you know how to use it?” Raising the question in a voice an octave higher than your normal pitch. Sakura muttered something you couldn’t quite catch in return and refused to meet your gaze. Shrugging lightly, you pulled out the phone you just got for Christmas. 

“I just got this one, but I’m still learning how it works,” laughing lightly at yourself as you held the pastel pink piece of plastic out in front of you.

“That’s the only pink thing I’ve ever seen you have,” Sakura responded pointedly, throwing an incredulous look at the device. Immediately you threw your head back, releasing boisterous laughter to Sakura's surprise.

“My mom said the same thing when I opened it,” you replied while wiping the tears from your eyes. “My dad got it for me, but he hasn’t figured out that I got out of my ‘everything pink’ phase in like 3rd grade,” informing him on the color as you studied the grooves of the pink folding into the blackened screen. “I still like it though,” adding gingerly while folding your hands into your lap.

“That’s fair,” Sakura mumbled awkwardly while rubbing the back of his neck. “You don’t strike me as an ‘everything pink’ person, but you’re also not a ‘no pink’ kind of person either,” he spoke slowly - piecing the thought together as the words left his mouth. Tittering faintly at his awkwardness, you bobbed your head in agreement.

“I think so too,” you spoke softly with a wistful smile. Then you did something you didn’t usually do - you lied. “So, um, did you get the Weather Contact on your phone?” You inquired with a curious tilt of your head. A notch formed in his brow as he cocked his head at you.

“I-I don’t think so,” he tentatively pulled his phone back out, “I don’t know how to check.” He admitted shamefully as he held his phone out to you. Smiling brightly, you took it and immediately navigated to the contact list.

“Oh no, you didn’t!” Sakura jumped a little at your exclamation as he leaned closer to peer over your shoulder at the little illuminated screen. “It’s okay, mine didn’t either, my mom had to add it. Everyone’s phone is supposed to come with one so you can text it for the weather and it’ll send you the daily forecast!” You explained quickly as you typed in your phone number under the contact name ‘Weather’. Once you were done, you handed his phone back with a big grin, and Sakura - for once - uttered a low ‘thank you’.

Like clockwork, the next morning Sakura texted you for the weather. Your hands trembled as you swiftly searched for the forecast, and then you quickly texted him back, “Partially sunny. High of 70, low of 58. 30% humidity with a chance of light rain in the evening. Bring a light jacket!”

Of course, you never told him in case he would suddenly stop texting you, or hate you for lying to him. All the while you and Sakura got closer bit by bit, never enough for him to call you his friend, but enough for him to tell you about the homework when you were absent; or remind you of a test coming up; or telling you when the Konbini restocked on your favorite snacks; or walking you home when your clubs ran late. 

Close enough that he told you when he was moving to Furin. Only you. Though you were thrilled for him to get away from such a horrible place, you were also a little heartbroken to see your friend leave. 

A lot of that heartbreak was quelled the first day after he moved when you received his text for the weather. Without missing a beat, you looked up the weather for Furin and sent it to him. You usually never got a response, and this time was no different, but it was nice to still have some connection to him.

As the year progressed, rumors of a 1st year Furin student was getting all the way to your town, and you immediately knew it was Sakura. Especially after they spoke of his fighting prowess. Eventually, scrolling instagram one day, you saw a post from Kiryu Mitsuki that showed a familiar head of two toned hair in the far corner of the photo.

Like a stalker, you immediately followed him, and Kiryu instantly perused your profile since he saw you're from Sakura’s hometown. On the surface you seemed kind enough, so he followed you back. Then, several weeks passed of you checking his posts for Sakura anytime he made an update. Of course, you didn’t get anything, but fortunately Sakura did. 

He, Kiryu, Suo, Nirei and Tsuguera were chilling in the wrestling themed restaurant in Furin when Kiryu got a notification that you made a new post. When he opened his phone to reveal a bright, sunny photo of you with your parents under a spray of cherry blossoms, Sakura choked on his drink.

“Do you know Y/N?” He demanded immediately, to which Kiryu jumped and shook his head at the 1st year captain. Tension emanated from the table as they, mostly Kiryu, waited to see what Sakura would divulge about you. Kiryu’s nerves strung the tightest out of fear that you weren't as kind as your profile led him to believe.

“She just followed me one day, so I followed her back,” Kiryu explained calmly as he pulled up your profile to show Sakura. Gingerly he took his friend’s phone and scrolled through your posts about traveling, volunteering, and most notably of late - running. It looked like you were becoming a track and field prodigy from team and trophy photos. 

“She looks like she’s doing well,” Sakura finally concluded as he handed the phone back to Kiryu to find all of his friends staring at him intensely. A blush crept up his forehead as he blurted out a gruff, “what?”

“I think we’re all wondering who Y/N is?” Suo responded with a serene smile while Nirei nodded vehemently at his two toned captain - notebook and pen at the ready. Then with an arch of his brow, he added, “a friend perhaps?”

Sakura sputtered on his drink, grabbing his napkin roughly to wipe his mouth before glaring at Suo. Then an unsure look came over his face while he struggled to find the right words. “We never said we were friends, but Y/N was really cool,” was all he offered with a shrug - ears burning at the tips.

The rest of his friends let it go - for now. On the down-low Kiryu messaged you and asked if you would be interested in paying Sakura a visit, and though you wished you had - you didn’t play it cool for a second. Less than a minute after he messaged you, his phone chimed with an emphatic yes! And so, the plan was set for you to come to Furin and pay Sakura a surprise visit, while his friends put together a Furin tour for their two toned captain to take you on.

About a week later you hopped on the train for the day trip to Furin. Though it wasn’t an area you were familiar with, it was certainly welcoming when you turned onto the main strip and were immediately met with smiling shopkeepers. They waved and offered their greetings as you passed, and you smiled brightly in return. 

Once you got about halfway down the street though, some shopkeepers were quickly moving inside and shutting their doors - you were a little taken aback since peak hours would be starting soon. But then you heard a terrible clash of metal on pavement as you ventured a little closer, passerbyers swiftly skirting around you - carrying groceries or dragging children to a safe area. When the majority of them had cleared, you saw a crowd of men in leather jackets fighting high schoolers dressed in black and green uniforms.

You were shocked to say the least, but then you spied a familiar mop of two toned hair in the thick of the mob so you stepped to the side until the scuffle resolved. Intrigue didn’t quite cover everything you felt as you watched not just Sakura, but a slew of guys all wearing the same uniform landing kicks, punches and some fully grabbing members of the mob and throwing them to the other end of the street.

As Sakura grabbed one blonde brute who had been going off at the mouth while wildly swinging his bat, and tossed him towards the alleyway several feet away, he finally spied you and stopped dead in his tracks. Immediately you flashed him your brightest smile, and just as quickly his face turned beet red while he processed your presence. Suddenly, one of the incapacitated attackers rose up behind Sakura with a bat poised to swing down on his head. You had to stop yourself from lunging forward and frantically pointed behind him instead.

"Ahh-uhh, Sakura - behind you!” the shout barely passed your lips before the bat began its downward descent. Luckily Sakura was faster as he spun, his foot landing on the guy’s jaw and sending him flying away. “Nice job! You can kick a lot higher now,” you commented as he spun back around to find you grinning proudly at him. Still mute, all he could do was blush and stare at you in utter disbelief until Kiryu finally came over to officially introduce himself.

 Sakura watched in complete silence as Kiryu spoke to you as if he knew you, and then introduced you to all of their friends. How you laughed and talked so casually, so comfortably with them, and yet he couldn’t even say a simple ‘hello’. Even as introductions finished and you all turned to him in unison, all he could was stare dumbstruck - anxiety filling his lungs and stilling his heart.

After a moment of awkward silence, you spoke to the bewildered first year, “I wanted to come see how you're doing... I hope that's okay?"

In true Sakura-style, the ruddy blush overtook his face, neck and ears before he looked like he was about to snap, but then he shoved his fists in his pockets before averting his gaze and muttering, "yeah, that's fine."

Kiryu and the others watched your reaction to Sakura’s standoffish nature so closely it was obvious to anyone passing by, but you just beamed back at him. Then, with all the gumption of an iconic teen girl - you rapid fired questions at him.

“So, Sakura - how’s the new town? Do you like it? And how’s Furin? Also was that, like, a team fight? Oh, are you on a team now??” Quizzing him in one breath as you bounced on the balls of your feet, as Kiryu and the other’s looked on in horror - knowing this was far too much for Sakura. Who, like clockwork, looked beyond tomato red as he physically took a step back from your onslaught of questions, but after a moment he released a sigh and responded. Not even snapped, but actually responded.

“The new town is ni-nice - I like it, and Furin’s goo-good.” He spoke out of the side of his mouth while rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. “Yeah, it was a… team fight - I’m a part of Bofurin now,” his voice sounded strained as he divulged the tidbits of information while your smile only grew. Kiryu and the others glanced between the two of you, completely astonished as to how you got Sakura to answer without barking from overwhelm.

“Haha that’s good to hear,” you chuckled lightly, and then waved your hand at Sakura apologetically. “Sorry for the interrogation - you’re as kind as you’ve always been,” you offered cheerily. Sakura just rolled his eyes lightheartedly, his blush lessened to a light dusting of pink.

As you strolled down the rest of main street with Sakura and the others, he couldn’t help the nostalgic feeling he got from your questioning earlier. Something you would often do, because you knew it flustered him, and yet he would always suck it up and answer you honestly. Or how now, you were inquiring about anything and everything to do with Sakura and his friends in that same curiously disarming way.

First they took you by Furin to show you the school - you had about a million questions about the graffiti and the tree growing out of the roof. Sakura was the one who actually spoke first, informing you about Umemiya’s rooftop garden. Then, he answered your inquiries about who Umemiya is - by the time you all were walking away you had learned about the hierarchy of Bofurin. Of course you noticed the way they all seemed to hold the leaders of their school in high regards, but what surprised you is that Sakura did too. 

After the school, they showed you the typical routes they patrol around town, telling you about the different shops and elders who lived there. To your shock and delight, you saw that a lot of the town was ecstatic to see Sakura, tell him hello, as well as offer him treats. Though he still blushed at all the attention, you could tell he was trying to accept it in his own way. 

At one point, an older woman by the name of ‘Granny Sato’ came by and complained about her hip at length, and asked Sakura for a piggyback ride to the cafe nearby. You had to stifle your giggles when your former classmate shot her a glare, but still kneeled down and lifted her onto his back with ease. Granny Sato was kind, maybe a little brash, but overall funny. She quizzed you about yourself, where you came from and how you know Sakura - all of which you divulged with an easygoing smile. 

When you all entered the cafe you couldn’t hide your astonishment when Granny Sato hopped down with ease. Sakura immediately shot her a look and grumbled about how she complained about not being able to walk, to which she laughed and threw him a wink.

“Hahah I tell you every time it’s my hip,” she corrected him as the brunette girl working behind the counter came around to help her into her seat. “Though I will say you are a Furin boy through and through,” she turned her gaze to you before speaking again, “not once has he refused to carry me here y’know?” She laughed, followed by several guys wearing the same uniform as Sakura sitting around the cafe.

“Oh yeah, he’s always been like that,” you puffed out in a laugh as you nodded in agreement. Then you added in a cheery tone, “It’s really no surprise that he fits in so well at Furin.”

Granny Sato beamed up at you, but you didn’t realize it was because Sakura’s cheeks sported a fine dusting of pink as he just stared at you in a daze. Of course the others noticed as well - Kiryu and Suo shared a knowing glance, and at the back table of the cafe Tsubaki inconspicuously tapped Hiragi’s wrist excitedly, who gave the other King a firm shake of his head. Though the shark toothed captain was having a difficult time hiding his own knowing smile at the first year’s reaction.

“Sakura,” Kotoha piped up after she returned behind the counter - pulling him from his stupor as he turned to meet her expectant gaze, “who’s your friend?” 

The two toned teen looked downright feverish with how badly he was blushing, his hair seemed to stand on end as he opened his mouth - prepared to snap. But then he paused, a look of unbridled uncertainty crossed his face, but he didn’t dare look at you.

He’s still not ready to say we’re friends. You mused, a touch of melancholy pressed its nails into your heart before you shoved it far, far away. After a moment, you cleared your throat quietly, earning Kotoha’s attention as she turned to you with raised brows.

“I’m Sakura’s old classmate - we grew up in the same town,” you explained in a light tone, “I just came to see how he’s doing.” 

Of course everyone noticed that Sakura did not refer to you as a friend, and you didn’t either. But Sakura was too absorbed by you, since for the first time since you arrived, he saw your head bow slightly - shrinking is how he always thought of it - something you’d do when you felt shy or nervous. It only lasted a moment before Kotoha smiled coyly.

“And?” Her tone inflected slightly, but you only raised your brows in response. “What do you think?” She clarified her question with an arch of her brow, to which you immediately threw a wide grin her way - Sakura’s heart stuttered at the sight.

“I think he’s doing great,” you declared with a confident nod of your head - Sakura could feel the air punch from his lungs, but what you said next just about killed him. You glanced at him before you spoke, which only made him stiffen before you stated in a sure tone, “I think this is the perfect place for him.” 

Post Sakura’s almost spontaneous combustion, you all sat at a back table across from the Kings. Conversation swayed between you asking them questions about Furin and the town, and them inquiring about you. Mostly track, school, and some about your parents. Nirei and Tsugeura excitedly told you about the fights they’ve seen Sakura in - Tsuguera mentioned the one where he and Kiryu got to fight with his captain, while Nirei told you at length about the Shishitoren ordeal and how Sakura fought their 2nd in command. You couldn’t help how wide your smile grew just at how happy the two boys seemed just to be in his presence. 

Luckily they all seemed to pick up on the fact that neither you or Sakura wanted to talk much about your hometown or middle school, so they let it be. All the while, the first year captain had become mute as he watched you converse with his friends so easily - like you already belonged. He would be lying if a part of him didn’t feel a touch of elation for you to get along with them. His friends. 

Eventually Kiryu brought up the class group chat, and you couldn’t help the delighted look that flitted across your face as you shot Sakura an excited glance. But then conversation led to the weather contact being the only one in his phone before the group chat, and you could feel the heat rush to your cheeks as they all tittered together.

“He-hey i-it’s useful!” Sakura shot back defensively, a bright red hue tinging his cheeks as he averted his gaze towards the wall to his left. To your horror, Kiryu spoke up next - a good hearted suggestion that meant you had some explaining to do…

“Oh Y/N, why don’t you and Sakura exchange phone numbers while you’re here?” The pink haired boy piped up, a coy smile tugging at his mouth - matching the one on Suo’s face. Turning in unison, you met Sakura’s startled gaze to find that you were both beet red and speechless. A chorus of quiet chuckles passed through the cafe as Sakura stared at you expectantly. 

Oh… he actually does want my number? The shock was evident on your face as the thought stepped to the forefront of your mind, though Sakura only took your hesitation as rejection as he shrunk away slightly. An awkward tension settled over the cafe as everyone held their breath for your response. Oh, wait, no!

“U-uh,” stumbling over your words as the gears turned at hyper speed - Sakura opened his mouth, you knew to tell you not to worry about it. You had to speak now - you wouldn’t get the chance again. “I-I would, but we already did…” you admitted in a hushed tone - a crease formed in Sakura’s brows over your next words as you shrunk in on yourself, “years ago.”

“No we didn’t,” Sakura responded immediately - not missing a beat. The tension thickened as the air started feeling tight in your lungs. He clocked your change in demeanor immediately - the anxiety plastered across your face, and the way you bit your lip - it’s how you looked whenever you were in trouble.

"Well," you began awkwardly, swallowing thickly before you continued, "I'm actually the weather contact in your phone..." Your words were met with stunned silence all around, but you couldn’t look anywhere but at Sakura’s bewildered face. After an excruciating moment of silence, you added, "I just didn't think you'd want my number back then. And I was kind of scared to ask for yours," you chuckled lightly, though your nerves bled straight through - straining the sound. Sakura turned beet red, brow creased deeper as a scowl set into his face, his friends watched closely for how he'd react since you did lie to him.

"You've been texting me the weather for three years!" Sakura shouted, eyes wide in disbelief as you shrank even more - knowing full well that you messed up. "Why would you do that?" He demanded - eyes narrowing the same way they would before a brawl - you took a deep breath before trying to speak again.

"I-I'm sorry," you started quietly - slowly - as you tried to grapple for an explanation. Everyone, most of all Kiryu for inviting you, stiffened at your ensuing words, but then Sakura cut you off.

"Why would you keep responding after I moved?" The first year captain demanded in utter dismay. This time no guilt ate at you though as you just blinked repeatedly at the question - a notch forming in your brow as well.

"Be-because I was worried about you," you responded simply, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. Your admission halted Sakura in his tracks as he blushed three shades deeper and sputtered for any words. "I'm sorry I lied - I just really wanted to be your friend, but I didn’t know how at the time... And then you moved, but you told me where, so I just kept sending you the weather cause that meant you were still alive at the very least," using the opportunity to clarify, you reasoned it out to him meekly. Everyone was stunned by your genuine concern, but you were only focused on how the blushing boy in front of you would receive the information. After a moment the ruddiness dissipated - swiftly to be replaced by a deep scowl.

“Have you lied about anything else?” He posed gravely, and your eyes went wide as you earnestly shook your head at him.

“No,” you whispered earnestly, but when he searched your gaze for deceit you quickly added in a hushed voice, “I promise.” Gradually he relaxed, the stiffness in his shoulders ebbing as his hardened gaze softened considerably - because of course he believed you. You were always so honest.

"I guess that's alright," he finally relented, speaking out of the corner of his mouth as a red hue crept back over his cheeks - spurring you to perk up. But then his aggressive tone came back in full force along with a deeper flush across his face, "I'm not texting you for the weather anymore though!" He declared, and your face fell at his words. The onlookers couldn’t help but stare and hide their smiles at the awkward dance before them.

"Tell me about track, or school, or just your day," he instructed in a gentler tone, averting his eyes to the wall on his left while scratching the back of his head. Words escaped you while you tried to work out what he meant. But then his bicolor eyes met yours apprehensively as he added, "be-because I'd like to know." 

"O-okay, I will!" You chirped back immediately, beaming brightly at him. Sakura could feel heat rush to his face at that signature smile lopsidedly tugging at your mouth. After a moment, Suo cleared his throat, drawing your attention back to the rest of the cafe as he smoothly transitioned to quizzing you more about track. Without missing a beat, you told everyone about how you’ve beaten your time 3 times this year, and that your team was slated to go to nationals.

Sakura listened, off and on, as his thoughts drifted through the countless texts he’s received from you over the years. The kind words and emojis all encased in the subject matter of weather… in the next moment he just couldn’t stop his mouth from moving as the thought synapsed directly to his lips sans filter.

“Does the weather service usually send messages like ‘wear a light coat!’ or ‘it’s a good day to walk by the canal,’ or ‘don’t forget to look at the cherry blossoms,’...?” Inquiring in a purely curious tone, but you only blushed a deeper red at each phrase. The whole cafe took notice and had to stifle their giggles at how absolutely caught you looked. 

“U-uh, well, the weather man will say that stuff on TV sometimes, and that’s where I got the idea…” you trailed off in a small voice, steeped in embarrassment.

“Is there even a text weather service?” He demanded in a tone soaked with befuddlement. At that several cafe goers' faces broke as titters filled the pause - you could feel your ears burning by now.

“Uh-haha, I don’t know…” you admitted sheepishly, shrugging lightly while you willed the heat to dissipate from your ruddy cheeks. Finally, the cafe broke into an all out chorus of laughter at the display before them. Now that basically everything was out in the open, conversation swayed back towards you and Furin as the ping ponging of subjects recommenced. Until Sakura spoke up out of the blue once more.

“Wait,” he interjected suddenly, earning a glance from you to find him staring you down while his friends threw him curious glances. “You did that when I moved to Furin too,” but when you just tilted your head in question he elaborated, “the little messages about where to go and what to do.” His voice was lower this time, apprehensive almost as his bicolored irises silently willed you to explain. 

“Oh, yeah,” you laughed out awkwardly, “I-I googled some of the local shops before you moved. I called them to ask about what areas were safe to visit, and things to do in different weather conditions.” You informed quietly, but when he just continued staring - arching his white brow slightly, you chuckled awkwardly and shrugged at him. 

A hush fell over the cafe while Kotoha cocked her head at the memory of a call from a very sweet, young girl who wanted to know how people from out of town were typically received. She also remembered the sheer relief in your voice when she told you that she was actually from out of town, but this place was her home now. Then you asked her all about the local shops and things to do, the sound of shuffling papers and graphite scratching faintly in the background.

“Why?” Sakura demanded, but there were no teeth gleaming behind his bark - just sheer bewilderment, and perhaps a dash of vulnerability.

”Oh, well,” you paused thoughtfully before nervously confessing, “I guess I really shouldn’t have been, but I was just worried, um…” crossing one arm under your chest, you held onto your bicep for comfort - desperately searching for the right words. 

“I really wanted your first impression to be good, so I just told you to go to the areas where the shopkeepers were, because they seemed really, um, nice…” you trailed off slightly as you noticed everyone was staring at you, astounded. “Uh, I just wanted to be sure I was directing you somewhere safe, but I knew you could take it from there…” you asserted gently with another awkward smile and shrug. Before Sakura, or anyone else could respond, your phone pinged with a notification about your train departure in 30 minutes.

”Oh man I didn’t realize it was getting so late,” you murmured, a touch of melancholy leaching into your voice. Everyone clocked the change in your tone, and the look of disappointment that crossed Sakura’s face before you turned back, “I gotta get to the train station. It was really good to see you though, and meet all of you.” You said while rising to your feet and bowing respectfully to Sakura’s friends. 

”I-I’ll walk with you,” Sakura blurted out as he rose to his feet shortly after you. You peered up at him, brows raised in surprise, but then you smiled and nodded.

”Thank you, I’d like that,” you murmured as you turned and bid the upperclassmen and Kotoha goodbye. The other first years offered to accompany you as well, and you gratefully took them up on it.

On the way, Sakura brought up your profile picture of the weather for your contact and you sheepishly admitted you did that so as to not give yourself away. At that Sakura actually laughed - muted, blocked behind his hand - his classmates were stunned, but you already knew what it looked like. You made him laugh once back in 6th grade and you memorized every detail that you could in those few short moments.

“Are you gonna change it to something else?” He inquired, and you immediately pulled out your phone and chose a new photo. What showed up on Sakura’s phone was a wonky painting that was abstract but still looked like you.

”I made it,” you elaborated in response to his confused expression, earning a stunned glance from him. 

”You paint?” He shot back quickly - dumbfounded since you never talked about art back in middle school.

”Not very well,” you laughed out, “but yeah. I started a little after you moved actually - I’ve really liked it so far!” You mused happily.

”No, it’s good - I like it,” he remarked decisively with a nod before pocketing his phone. When he glanced over he saw your wide eyes and ruddy cheeks, except this time your lips were parted in surprise instead of that typical smile. For a moment Sakura was entranced by you - by the fact that maybe for once he made you feel how you perpetually made him feel whenever in your presence.

When you all arrived at the train station, Kiryu led the goodbyes near the entrance as the other first years told you how good it was to meet you. Swiftly you told them the same in return, though when you turned to Sakura you felt a touch of sadness to say goodbye so soon. From the look on his face he seemed to feel the same way.

“Why don’t you see her off Sakura?” Suo suggested with that perpetually serene smile of his. The others quickly nodded in agreement - Kiryu shot the auburn haired boy a look of approval. “We’ll wait over here for you,” Suo added, answering Sakura’s questioning look, as he gestured for the two of you to go ahead. 

Awkwardly the two of you glanced at each other before you smiled reassuringly - ready to tell him he didn’t have to, but Sakura just turned and started walking towards your platform without another word. Under his collar a tinge of pink crept up the back of his neck.

The silence ensued between the two of you as Sakura peered down the tracks for your train while you could only peek out of the corner of your eye at the two toned teen. Memorizing different details - how his hair has gotten longer, his jaw sharper, or how his shoulders have grown wider since you last saw him - since you had no idea when you’d see him again. The first years stood pensively at the entrance of the station, not so subtly watching the awkward tension grow as the seconds ticked by. Finally, your voice cut through it, as your soft timbre echoed towards the entrance where the others stood.

“So, Sakura,” you began, apprehensively meeting his expectant gaze. “Does this mean that we’re like… officially friends?” You implored in a lightly joking tone, but only Sakura could see the vulnerability in your eyes - the fear of rejection that you failed to hide. For a moment he hesitated, but when he saw the fear ebb and morph into hurt, he stumbled over himself to speak.

“Ye-yes.” He declared with a firm nod, and in an instant the hurt vanished without a trace. In its place was unbridled joy as you grinned wide up at him while clapping quietly in excitement.

“Yay!” You chirped happily. Sakura felt a fluttering deep in his gut as his heart lifted from how thrilled you were to finally be considered his friend. Before he could say anything else, the screeching of metal against metal drew both of your attention to the bright lights bending around the track. 

The two toned teen couldn’t hide the look of pure disappointment that crossed his face as the train halted in front of your platform - the metal doors screeching open. A garbled voice came through on the intercom announcing the stops, and that the train would be departing in three minutes. Panic prickled under your skin as you and Sakura met each other’s gaze again - it was time to say goodbye, but the word wasn’t coming to either of you.

Swallowing thickly while the minutes waned to the doors rumbling shut, suddenly you couldn’t stop yourself - stepping forward and wrapping your arms around Sakura’s torso. A choked noise escaped the boy as you buried your face into his chest - inhaling that familiar, comforting scent that now lived several towns away.

“Take care of yourself Sakura - I hope I get to see you again soon,” you murmured tenderly as you lessened your grip around him - pulling away to meet his stunned gaze. The garbled voice came on the intercom, announcing the train would be departing in one minute. Sakura blinked rapidly as you continued to back away, he didn’t know why he suddenly felt the urge to move. He honestly didn’t think he had it in him, but he followed you fluidly - wrapping you tightly in his arms, eliciting a squeak from you.

“You too,” he mumbled, and then his voice turned a little shaky, “co-come back anyti-time - you’re always wel-welcome here…” he said, releasing you from his embrace as the garbled voice announced the doors closing.

Before you missed your train completely, Sakura gently spun you around and pushed you towards the doors. Hopping lightly onto the elevated train floor, you grabbed a pole and turned in time to call to him, “see you later, Sakura!” 

“See you later Y/N,” he called back, just loud enough for you to hear over the groaning door sliding shut, followed by an awkward wave and a light dusting of pink crawling back over his cheeks. Then the doors sealed as the train started to pull away, you swayed with the motion as you continued waving at Sakura, and then his friends as you passed by them before taking your seat.

Slightly stunned by his own actions, Sakura ambled back towards his friends with a perturbed expression etched into his face. Kiryu and the others heard every echoing word of your conversation, and seemed to immediately pick up on the fact that Sakura absolutely likes you as more than a friend. They also understand that he was nowhere near prepared to face that fact, so they talked about patrol, video games, and just about anything other than you on the way back. That is until Sakura spoke up in a small voice.

“Do-do you guys think Y/N will actually visit again?” He didn’t look at them, eyes cast to the ground and hands shoved deep in his pockets. Silence fell over the group as their pace slowed to a halt, Nirei and Suo shared a concerned look.

“O-of course she will,” Nirei stated after a moment, nodding his head assuredly. Immediately followed by unanimous agreement of the group. But Sakura still looked unsure, the grips of anxiety creeping over him as he played back the events of today.

“We’ll invite her to my favorite restaurant the weekend after next!” Tsugeura suggested after a moment, earning a hopeful look from Sakura. “She even said she wanted to try it out, and I’m sure she would wanna meet the owners after calling them,” he continued while nodding his head vigorously. 

“Text her and tell her to let you know when she gets home safe,” Kiryu instructed. His captain just blinked in thought, but swiftly pulled out his phone and sent you the text - excitement quickly overshadowing his nerves. “When she does, you should ask her about getting lunch with us,” the pink haired boy advised with a confident smile.

“Wh-what if she says no…?” Sakura murmured, fully leaning on his friends to help him traverse the sticky pathways of the heart.

“Then ask her when a better time would be,” Suo piped up in a calm tone. “If she says no it’s probably just because she’s busy anyway - nationals coming up and all,” the auburn boy reassured his friend. Sakura released a breath of air he didn’t realize he was holding as the group continued their walk home.

When they arrived outside of Pothos, Sakura’s phone pinged with a message from you, and the entire group gathered around him to see. The upperclassman watched from inside, curious but remained in their seats so they could laugh freely at the spectacle. Scrawled across his screen read:

Y/N L/N: I’m home! Thank you for checking - I had a really good time today btw :) 

Sakura inhaled deeply as he readied to type out his question, when a second message popped up from you:

Y/N L/N: Will you let me know when you’re home safe too please?

The two toned teen’s heart sputtered and mouth ran dry as he peered over the earnest request. His friends shared knowing glances as they waited for Sakura to start typing, but he was stuck reading and re-reading the message. Has anyone asked me that before? Was the only thought flitting through his mind. Just when Kiryu moved to nudge his captain, his phone pinged with a third message from you:

Y/N L/N: Also, I know we just hung out, but I’ve really missed you! Do you wanna hang out again soon?

Sakura jumped the second the words came through, which caused him to screenshot the conversation. As the light flashed in his face, he blurted out, “wha-what did I do?” 

Kiryu and the others chuckled lightly as the pink haired boy explained, “you took a picture of the screen - it’s called a ‘screenshot’ - it should be in your photos now. Here I can show you how to delete it.” He held his hand out towards his captain, who hesitated looking back down at the conversation.

“U-uh,” he stuttered, and then shook his head lightly, “that’s okay. Ho-how should I ask her to lunch?” He solicited instead, peering around his friends’ amused faces.

“Just say, ‘do you wanna get lunch with us at that restaurant Tsugeura mentioned the weekend after next?’ and see what she says,” Kiryu instructed calmly, though the excitement of the situation was palpable all the way to the back table in Pothos where Umemiya and the Kings looked on.

Sakura typed out the message at hyper speed and hit send - they all stood by pensively until his phone pinged a moment later. When Sakura read the message he held his phone close so he was the only one to read it first, eyes scanning the message once, twice, then a third time as his face flushed bright red. Then his expression turned soft as a small smile curved along his mouth before he turned his phone for his friends to show them your response:

Y/N L/N: Yes, of course I would love that!! Actually I was wondering - and if this is weird don’t worry about it - but would it be okay if I visit you around Obon? I miss hanging out with you during the celebrations, and I’m not from here originally so it can get kind of… awkward lol 

“Well?” Kiryu asked with an arch of his bubblegum pink brow. Sakura just blinked at him with a tilt of his head, so he elaborated with a sly grin, “what are you gonna say?”

Sakura just blinked again as he peered back down at his phone screen. She missed me… he thought while inhaling deeply - striking the keys slower this time. Ardently typing out the words as they came to him, backspacing multiple times before he actually hit send:

🌸Sakura Haruka🌸: Yes, I’d like that. You’re always welcome here.

Master List (I have no rights to these characters, the works they come from, or the art/screenshots/manga panels used in this post. Screenshots taken from pinterest, so if you know the creator please lmk! Pink Cellphone divider is from @sweetmelodygraphics and cloud divider is from @saradika-graphics)

Update: tag list (I’m so sorry I forgot!!): @nymphsdomain @darknoir24

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10 Reasons Why I Love Being a Witch

1) Witchcraft loves me back.

With witchcraft, you get what you give. If you respect a spell’s instructions and perform it with faith, it will work. If you treat your tarot deck with regard, it will give you honest answers. Witchcraft yields results here and now, instead of promising eternal happiness after death.

2) It embraces who I am.

Witchcraft will never censor your truth by asking you to suppress your emotions. Pride, anger, greed, lust, envy… These are what make you human. And they are fuel for rituals. The craft teaches you how to harness and direct them, so you can live up to your potential.

3) It does not care about money.

Whether you use a $30 or a $3 candle will not affect the outcome of your spell. And the number of tarot decks, crystal balls and pendulums you own does not reflect how good a diviner you are. With witchcraft, faith and power are the only currencies that matter.

4) It allows me to avenge myself.

Turning the other cheek may sound nice. But it and self-love cannot co-exist. And in witchcraft, you have to love yourself before the occult allows you command it. The craft lets me practice self-love by giving back malice to anyone who sends it to me.

5) It allows me to help myself.

When your natural gifts are not enough to survive a challenge or accomplish a task, witchcraft lets you call upon the old gods and their minions for assistance. Spells that protect and disarm, heal and harm, grant and transcend are all at your fingertips.

6) It allows me to help others.

Witchcraft requires you to give back. But not through tithes or other taxes like that. Whenever you come across another soul who you think deserves your assistance, you can cast spells for them or perform divination on their behalf.

7) It lets me master myself.

Most people only know their conscious self. As a witch, you will be introduced to your other selves: your higher self and your shadow self. When the three of you have a strong understanding of one another, there is no obstacle you cannot conquer.

8) It lets me glimpse what is hidden.

Through divination, witchcraft allows you to witness things that have not yet come to pass. It also gives you access to the concealed present and the hidden past. This means you can look into people’s souls and see all their hidden motivations.

9) It dissolves my fears.

As a witch, you know that you are always where you are meant to be. Any unexpected, painful or tragic detours are only meant to reroute you to your true purpose. Witchcraft leads you to your true path. It is impossible to get lost.

10) I am the Pope of my religion.

Even though my family taught me the craft, I was given the chance to put that knowledge to the test. Nobody forced me to believe in anything that did not show itself to be true. And whenever I want to talk to my gods, I do not need a middle man. I always have a direct line.