#im repeating myself now oops

[newttxt]

Are you okay with your art being reposted with credit?

someday ill type this up in an faq i swear.

short answer: no. please dont.

long answer: i really don’t like reposts on tumblr and twitter because i have accounts there, so id rather ppl just interact with my art rather than a repost (bluesky too, though ill admit i fell behind on posting there oops).

on instagram, i guess its okay since i don’t have an account there, as long as its with credit leading to my stuff on other platforms.

all of this comes with the huge disclaimer that many artists do not like their stuff reposted, even with credit. so thank you for asking, and pls never repost other ppls work without permission

[capybonara]

Kingdom of the Dead

Today we dive into parts of Zorca culture and history!

Original post that inspired this is found here!

Unlike most zora, the zorca don't have a kingdom or territory to call their own. In the past, families have tried to settle resulting in disastrous consequences involving groups fighting for resources, and struggling to keep families fed. In the end, existing pods agreed it would be better for all to remain on the move.

The downside to their nomadic life is at times food can be scarce. Adults can go for days without eating but it takes a toll on children and pregnant women. A zorca needs nearly three times the nourishment while pregnant, and without enough it can't come to term. Over the years, zorca numbers have dwindled due to a high infant mortality rate or because many women abstained during lean times.

This has resulted in the zorca turning to monsters as a food source, including sea monsters, though the latter is a dangerous task. Monsters can tie a Zorca’s appetite over for a while, but due to a monster's connection to Gannondorf and the Blood Moon, pregnant women have discovered they carry little to no nutritional value so they avoid eating them and children are forbidden outright. (it's basically dubious food!)

Sea monsters can be a bounty but because they're so dangerous, Zorca don't hunt them often unless times are desperate or if the family feels their numbers can win.

Other families have resorted to scavenging to keep their numbers fed. And while it keeps the waters clean of refuse, it's considered taboo in “polite company” and zorca have been labeled as vagrants due to this behavior in some territories. It has also fueled horror stories that they prey on other races.

🐋 Relationships with the Zora

🫧 Hungry and with limited options, zorca families have turned to other zora for help. Envoys/diplomats like Kaska speak on their family's behalf, appealing to other territories for permission to hunt in their waters.

🫧 In return for hunting rites, zorca have offered their services as monster hunters, escorts, warriors, etc. Bards perform for the entertainment of others, and many trade hard-to-acquire items zora wouldn't normally be able to obtain themselves.

🫧 On rare occasions, a zorca or two have ventured inland, but whatever they brought back was never enough for their large families.

🫧 Every adult does their part to keep the family fed, but each year fewer children are born. Some pods have members from other pods who have long died off, leaving them as the last in their line.

❓Where did they come from? ❓

The zorca themselves don't know much about the origins of their birthplace. Was Gannon behind it? Did their ancestors cause their own downfall? Or is it something else?

The only clues to their history are from the songs of their ancestors...

🪕Bards and their role as historians 🪕

Because Zorca are always on the move and spend most of their lives in water they don't have the luxury of keeping records in books or scrolls. So bards have taken on the role of historian and record keepers. Particular songs have been passed down through generations, each telling a piece of the zorca’s history. And whenever possible, new songs are added to the collection, continuing the tradition of preserving their culture.

Songs of the past are already small in number, adding to the mystery of their origins. Matriarchs have charged bards to commit these songs to memory so they may be passed down, and many spend their entire lives studying the lyrics to uncover any meaning their ancestors may have left behind.

Elder bards will theorize and debate constantly with one another over lyrics. So far, the majority agree with certainty their ancestors dealt with a curse, and a lake might possibly be a place of their origin. As for the how, where and why, that remains unanswered.

The alarming question that hangs over the zorca is why are there so few songs from the ancestors. How did previous generations forget them? Did particular generations die off before they could be recorded? These are questions without answers and no clues on where to even start looking.

Experienced bards gladly take on several apprentices, and help them memorize the songs of their ancestors while also teaching them knowledge of the craft. Each young bard is taught the traditional ways of singing and can choose an instrument of their preference. By the time students complete their apprenticeship, they have discovered their own style and are encouraged to write their own songs and record what they see and experience. 

🎶 The Archive of Hymns 🎶

While a bard is free to create what they wish, only certain songs are chosen to become part of the collection. It's a great honor to have a piece be added to the Archive of Hymns. If records of the past cannot be uncovered, then more stories must be added for the sake of future generations.

Not all songs crafted by bards are added to the Archive. They might have their own life expectancy by becoming folk songs! Unlike those recorded in the Archive, a variety of these songs are altered by other musicians and given exaggerated details with each telling, and some may be forgotten over time.

Young bards are never discouraged, however. Not every song needs to be profound. A bard has a job as historian but they also sing to tell stories that evoke emotion in their audiences!

🫧 How does a song earn a place in the Archive?

There are certain stipulations a song must meet to be added to the Archive. While meter is something every bard strives to perfect, it is the lyrics and the emotion they invoke which are the main focus. Songs that tell a story, and solidify a piece of their dying culture are few and far between, and treated like gold.

It was agreed generations ago that all history must be preserved. Even the stories that depict their people in a negative light. Every piece must be studied so it can help the zorca lead future generations on better paths than where they are now. The songs each bard creates are given to the council so they can be judged.

No one is turned away. Save one.

[todayisafridaynight]

this writing shit hard as hell

[certifiedloverboyyuuta]

fuck around and find out.

Flirt with Suguru at one's own risk. He’s gonna have his girl come handle that. Then handle him.

(ummmmmm....no woman should come on to my (too) nice man like this but if they do, I hope my man talks to siri like 'call. my. girl. now.’)

Contains; Hard(ish) dom geto suguru, rough fingering, name calling (slut, baby girl, probs whore too if i know myself) exhibition (he finger fucks her where some can see if they’re outside, but oh well) pussy slapping, spanking, one face slap, spit kink. character (you) is kinda rich girl brat/rude/actively entitled in the first dialogue oops get ready for more of her bc geto suguru is no1 brat tamer. Ouji (王子)means prince in Japanese and that’s Suguru’s nickname made a little less corny by being put in Japanese. Also her nickname is of course Hime (姫) bc im that guy.

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“You know, you’re really pretty. What are you doing here?” Some girl asked him.

“With my girl.”

“No way you're this pretty out here with a girl.”

Suguru huffed a laugh, trying to get out of her radius, but she clung to his wrist. “You haven’t seen my girlfriend.” He laughed again, ripping his limb away from her. “Leave me alone, okay?”

“First years like you usually don't stick with the girls they start college with.”

Suguru gave her a bemused look out of the corner of his eyes, sighing off to the side, trying to track down Satoru and give her another target. For the first time ever, he couldn’t spot a mop of white hair bobbing across the crowd. Thing was, he really hated the attention. He was holding two drinks in his hand, and he needed to get back to his girl, but this chick wasn’t allowing him to get out from behind the little bar system the frat had set up. 

“Whatever you think. Can you move?”

The girl smirked. “I think you’re lying about your girlfriend. I think, me being older and farther along in college is making you nervous.”

Suguru sighed, repeating, “Whatever you think, can you move?”

“I don’t let pretty boys out of my sight that quick. C’mon, hang with me and my friends. We’ll show you a great time.”

His phone was beneath one of the cups, thankfully, so when he instructed ‘hey siri, call Hime-sama,” it dialed and you responded, a bit distanced so he could barely hear you call him a prince, but he still said, loud enough for his iphone to hear, “Some chick is hitting on me, come get her?”

“Are you really calling your girlfriend?” the chick asked, scoffing, “You’re really that loyal to her? You know where she was?”

“I don’t care, I know she’d call me if some dude was doing the same thing. Probably doing shots with her friends, waiting for me to bring her a drink, which you are blocking me from, mind you,” Suguru said, attempting to side step her again, but the woman stopped him again. Now he was getting frustrated. This had been entertaining, at first, but she wouldn’t move, and this kitchen wasn’t nice enough to have an island with two escape routes. At this point, he was considering calling you again, just so he didn’t throw a drink in this chick’s face and be the asshole. He was 20(21 this month) here, underage drinking, and this person looked 26/28, maybe? 

Suguru reflected briefly; this was Satoru’s dream situation. Older woman (kind of).

“Where are you going?” she asked, giving what he thought she thought was a seductive smile. 

His patience flew out the window. “Move,” he said, voice low and cold, glaring down at her. “I want to go see my girlfriend.”

“Just come upstairs with me.”

Thankfully he didn’t have to answer, because he saw his girl hurtling down the spiral staircase, hitting the main floor with a wobble, head whipping from side to side before you spotted him, rolling up the sleeves of your sweater dress. You nearly charged in, taking a look at the situation and making eye contact with him before you slid past the girl to wrap an arm around the back of his neck while you stood up on your tiptoes, kissing him once, twice. “Are you okay?”

“Honestly? Not really. She won’t leave me alone. Told me were bound to break up just because we’re fresh in college.”

You turned against him, your back against his front. He put a drink down to slide an arm around your waist, pressing a kiss to your cheek. You crossed your arms, glaring at the woman. “Can you move, so he can leave? You’re being real weird, right now.”

“I’m not, I just thought-” the woman attempted.

You interrupted, snapping, “Let’s run this down; you won’t leave him alone, he called his girlfriend to get out of this situation, and you’re still here, trying him? That sounds like pressure, that sounds like you are gonna make him do something he doesn’t want to.”

“She told me she and her friends would show me a good time,” he said, setting his chin on the top of your head, enjoying this too much to let anything slide. With your curls fluffed a bit from the humidity in the house by an excess of people you looked like a lion. A very annoyed one.

“What? After you told her you had a girlfriend?” You put your hands on your cocked hips, thick thigh peeking out of the slit in your dress.

Geto set down the second drink, putting both arms around your waist, any nervousness he’d had about the situation throughly calmed by you. He always forgot how good your were at managing people. A smirk touched his face. He was going to keep talking, no matter the consequences. So what he was being mean?

With a gentle kiss to the side of your temple, soft curls brushing his lips, he spoke close to your ear. “Right after, and then I asked her to move. A second time. I asked her three times. Even told me to go upstairs with her. Should.”

You glared in the girl’s direction, crossing your arms over your chest, disturbing the chain of your purse but in your anger you ignored it. “What’s your name? Are you here on scholarship? My dad is on the board. My friend’s dad is on the board. And I have a few acquaintances, with their parents on the board. I think you chose the wrong person to fuck with.”

“I’ll leave.”

“Yea, leave, but i’ll still find out your name,” you called after her as she ran out of the room, fuming next to him.

“Listen, get me a shirt with your face on it. Text that says ‘property of (f/n) (l/n)’ and on the back, ‘my girlfriend’s father is on the board’. These parties are so tiring.”

“I know, Ouji, but we have to seem sociable before we can ignore them the rest of the new year.”

He grumbled, catching you as you tried to leave the circle of his arms. “Let’s go home. Please?”

“Alright, but we can’t irish goodbye this shit. Gotta say goodnight to Satoru and crew.”

“Oh yea?” he asked, gripping your hips with both hands, drawing your ass against him. He leaned in close, murmuring, “feel that? You’re gonna get that as soon as we get home.”

You breathed deep, tipping your head up, rocking your ass back against him. “Promise?”

“For my savior? So many orgasms.” he caught you up by your hips,  squeezing tight. “And you are not going to get out of that, even if you want, pretty girl. Matter of fact,” he hauled you over his shoulder, slapping your ass, forgetting the drinks he was bringing you. “Text them, you’re coming with me.” He wanted out of this party immediately. All he wanted to do was spend time with you and some random had taken that away from him. 

“Sugu, can’t we be polite?” You asked, though you were laughing, two hands bracing yourself against his back as he carried you out of the party. 

 “Nah, call that uber baby girl. I’m gonna make you reconsider your life.” Suguru sat on the outside bench, setting you down on his lap, groaning as you moved to straddle him, struggling to catch your purse in the middle of rearranging themselves.

“Like always?” 

He smacked your cheek before he gripped your jaw, massaging open red lips so he could spit in your mouth. “Call the uber,” he told you, wagging your head back and forth while you swallowed his spit, “be a good girl, or I’m just going to have to fuck you right here.” You moaned at those words and he hummed amusement, gripping the hair at the nape of your neck. He pressed kisses to your cheek, the corner of your lips, raising his honey brown eyes to glance around them. A couple people were watching their antics, not that you noticed, eyes shut, enjoying yourself as you rolled your hips to his.  You draped arms over his shoulders, nails digging into his skin when he released your hair, setting his fingers to the corner of your mouth instead. Suguru sighed as a little ripple of pain went through him,  meeting a few gazes pointedly. Look away. He liked that his girl was enjoying all his fingers and certainly didn't need unattractive voyeurs. 

Eventually he caught your purse, pulling the phone out of the pocket in your cute purse you used for parties; it looked vaguely expensive but not as much as some of your other ones. He relaxed back on the bench and you followed him, tucking your face into his neck. Suguru entered your passcode into your phone, a bit distracted by the kisses you were pressing to his neck. He found the app, ordering the uber; the nice car version. Last time you were in an economy car you nearly had a panic attack. His free hand was cupping your ass, kneading lightly at the flesh, your sweater dress barely covering his hand. He slipped fingers under the lacy panties, tracing over your slit. Fifteen minutes till the escalade arrived. 

“If I make you cum out here, you better do it real quiet, okay?” He murmured, kissing your forehead, cuddling you closer to his chest. “You’re so fucking wet, did defending me turn you on?” You nodded, whining low as he slipped two fingers into your pussy, using his other hand to yank down your dress trying for some decency like it wasn’t obvious what they were doing. “You okay with two or you want three?”

You nodded, cheek rubbing against his chest. Your hips rocked to meet the push of his fingers into you, back arched. 

“Can you be quiet with three?”

Another head shake. This time a no, but pleading eyes looked up at him. You were so cute. He cupped your cheek, bringing you in for a brief kiss. He would give you the world if you ever asked for it. Anything you wanted that wasn’t a danger to your life, he would do it. Suguru couldn't help kissing you again, a bit needy this time, sucking your tongue into his mouth 

“Sit up against me,” he instructed, pressing his hand over your mouth when you did. “By the way, this doesn’t count in your reward tonight. Drink lots of water in that uber.” You tightened up with his words, and he swore he’d never find another girl who could would just go with the flow with him like this. Affectionately, he patted your cheek, murmuring to you, “nasty little slut, you think they all can’t see? I hope it goes around how much of a whore you are for your boyfriend.” You got tighter. He wished it was his dick inside you right now. “Ride my fingers a bit baby, my hand is tired from keeping that dumb chick away from me.”

So you did. He did you the courtesy of angling his fingers so it hit that spot he knew you were looking for. You were dripping down his fingers, poor baby, hips rolling to meet the pressure he gave you. You moaned into his palm, eyes rolling back in your head, hips giving a frantic couple shifts, pussy squeezing around his fingers. Suguru laughed, feeling you cry out against his palm. He shoved your sweater dress down, exposing your shoulders, pressing his lips just above your collarbone, giving your skin a kiss before he bit hard once, twice, different locations. You yelped into his palm, hips jerking again above him. He could already see red beginnings of bruises staining your caramel skin. 

He started a rough pace, fingering you from the back hard as he could, with how squirmy you were getting. So he said, “Stay still, and take it. Cum one more time before the uber gets here, okay?”

And you did. You were sobbing into his hand, tears getting his hand wet, clutching at his arms. Your palms and nails dug into his skin, one hand finally going to his hair, gripping tight, cumming hard again around his fingers. Geto gasped, gritting his teeth against the pain. You wanted to play this game before they got back home, huh? He sat up, two hands on your waist to steady you as he stood them up and pushed you down on the bench, pretty collarbone and pretty face so tempting, he almost had to put his face in your pussy. 

“Told you to stay still. Not grab my hair yet.” 

He put a hand over your mouth again, three fingers back inside you, shielding them from view. You were loud. Sobbing and moaning against his hand as he dragged a third orgasm from you, almost unwilling. He slapped your pussy one, twice, driving three fingers deep into you, feeling you cum again. Suguru laughed, watching you shake beneath him, your pretty brown eyes gazing up at him, a bit glazed over. He pressed kisses all over, fingers working you through your third orgasm in twenty minutes. Good thing you were so sensitive. You kicked at him finally, eyes pleading him for mercy, and he wouldn’t have given it to you had they been in their bed. But here, he did, taking his hand off your mouth, feeling your phone buzz beside you. Uber notification; driver was here. 

Didn’t really matter. He had ten minutes till the uber left. You were still trembling, legs quivering; he was sitting on his knees in front of you, pressing kisses to your thighs. Suguru cleaned each finger that had been inside of you singularly, letting you watch him. He sat up on his knees, arranging your sweater dress properly from where he’d pulled it. Geto even tried to press out the creases, kissed you when he was done and you moaned into his mouth, grateful that when he pulled away he continued to lavish you with kisses.

“Take me home?” You asked, voice airy. 

“Can you walk, or should I carry you?”

“Carry.”

“Anything you want, princess.”

[graynide]

People I'd Like to Know Better

Tagged by: @possessable (ooohh this is fun)

Last Song: I keep on alternating between two albums of different genres on REPEAT for like my entire day. Which are Zephyrus, The Oh Hellos and Ultra Rare Vol. 1, Mystery Skulls. (possible split personality trope significance) but ig the two songs I mostly jump back to are Round and 555 respectively

Favourite Color: Pink! Leaning to a cooler shade

Last Book Read: man i need to read a book now. i haven't read any recently and im very sad at myself

Last Movie: Salem's Lot (2024) a Vampire movie that me and my sister watched during All Saints Day in a Cemetery. There was a free movie screening there and honestly made me feel better watching and commentating on it with her. Though we could not stop talking about Mouthwashing and calling out "Mouthwashing reference" every 5 seconds (not that the game has any actual relation to the movie lmao)

Last show: the whole family watched The Falcon and The Winter Soldier. I already finished watching it though i noticed my dad getting really into it than the rest of the members.

Sweet/savory/spicy: I like to build up my spice tolerance

Relationship status: ehh, just let me focus on my dream career. How about never

Last thing I looked up: "pushy definition synonyms," i was uhh talking to a mutual. Not usually a chatter on Discord so ive been missing convos oops.

Current obsession:

Captain Underpants and Krupp, my two favorite guys and hyperfixating for 5 months now help. I love their character dynamics and fan concepts forever they're so intriguing

Looking forward to: apart from my duties and responsibilities i'll have to handle this month, i need to cross off my list of Captain Underpants fanart ideas. INCLUDING 3 accounts i need to set up and cleaning up my ask inbox (oops sorry im so slow god damn it) I should also get around to playing Slay The Princess: Pristine Cut and drawing fanart for it again. I miss my birb boys

tagging (no pressure ofc! ): @sapphosdickandballs @remaking-machine @ilikemicrowaves and anyone else i can't think of that will do this may join bless

[svnflowermoon]

☕️ rant about HMHAS!!! i love this album omg im listening to it for the first time ahhhh

AHHH YAY HI OMG

btw i literally adore you and your asks answering these asks makes me so happy i love yapping <33 fair warning this is one of my current hyperfixations so this is a LOT and you do not have to read all of it lmao (i didn't even realise how much there was until i'd written it all im so sorry 😭😭😭)

hmhas is literally one of my favourite albums it's one of the few albums where i genuinely can't find a song i dislike

im gonna go through each song bc i have no self control and i adore them all oops i love yapping

okay so skinny OH MY GODDDD makes me sob it's so :((( it hits me right in the heart and i am obsessed with songs that make me feel something so this is one of my favs from the album i loveee her vocals in it and my fav lyrics are "when i step of the stage, i'm a bird in a cage, i'm a dog in a dog pound. and you said i was a secret, but you didn't get to keep it" it's so AHHHHH and also "but the old me is still me and maybe the real me and i think she's pretty" because it's so relatable it makes me cryyy

lunch!!!! what a fucking bop!!!! i've ranted a lot abt this song on this blog so i'm gonna try to keep this precise (lmao impossible) i think this song altered my brain chemistry. im a BIG fan of songs i can dance to and this is such an ass shaking song so its absolutely perfect. also THE MUSIC VIDEO AHFHSBXBAJANA. the lyric "she's the headlights, i'm the deer" literally AHHHH so mecore i am indeed a deer in the headlights. (also this song live is IMMACULATE)

CHIHIRO MY BELOVED. I AM OBSESSED NO ONE UNDERSTANDSSSSS UGH also spirited away/and studio ghibli references make me unbelievably happy!! THE VOCALS THE BEAT THE EVERYTHING I HAVE NO WORDS AHFHAABCNEHSB i don't even have a favourite lyric just like the whole song is so omg omg omg!!!! also the meaning behind it is so :(((( (at least how i interpret it)

BIRDS OF A FEATHERRRRR i love love i love this and it's gonna be in heartstopper which just makes it even better. i love happy songs this is such a dancing around the kitchen while baking song (also a long car drive to the beach kinda song) i adore this song no one understandsss i love love i hope someone feels like this about me one day ughhh. fav lyrics (there's a lot but I've written so much already sooo) "and i don't know what i'm crying for, i don't think i could love you more"

okay wildflower. wildflower my absolute beloved the love of my life. i love this song with my whole heart and no one understands it as much as me. "BUT I SEE HERRRR IN THE BACK OF MY MINDDDD ALL THE TIMEEEE LIKE A FEVERRRR LIKE I'M BURNING ALIVEEEE LIKE A SIGN" "i know you didn't mean to hurt me so i kept it to myself" AHHHHHHHHHHH literally on repeat on my mind every night when I'm trying to sleep this is my song this is my song no one understands this is like the halley's comet of hmhas i could go on about it forever and ever and ever but i'm already yapping so i'll stfu

you're probably sick of me by now if you've even read this far but we still have more songs and i've committed i'm so sorry ahfhandbajba i'll try to make the rest shroter

THE GREATESTTTTT literally sobbing screaming crying these lyrics it's so ughhhh its a littleeeee too relatble "and you don't wanna know how alone i've been, let you come and go, whatever state i'm in" OH MY GOD BILLIE YOU DIDNT HAVE TO RIP MY HEART OUT 😭😭😭😭 the soft vocals and the guitar ughhhhh im in loveeee AND THE SWITCH TO THE FULLY BELTING OUT THE LYRICS AND THE DRUM AND UGHHH NEVER GETTING OVER THAT

l'amour de ma vie oh my goddddd i love how she drags out the vocals and the synths and oh my goddddd the lyrics and it's somehow such a ass shaking song despite the depressing lyrics?? and the laugh after "but you moved on... immediately" AHHHH i adore when signers put little laughs or voice notes or something in their songs it makes me so :)))) i adore the extended edit it's such a bop and it's lowkey the best part of the song

THE DINER WHAT A FUCKING BOP i'm obsessed with it even though it originally reminded me of kahoot music it now reminds me of don't smile at me which is my fav ep ever soooo i love itttt I'm obsessed (and the number at the end??? that was so cool)

i adoreeee bittersuite part of it reminds me of i didn't change my number from happier than ever and i loveeee that i love the synths in it and the "if this is how i die, that's alright" part drives me insaneee also I LOVE the transition from bittersuite to blue

BLUEEEEE LITERAL LOVE OF MY LIFE im so glad she released it the vocals are insane and the links to skinny (bird in a cage) and birds of a feather drive me insaneee also i love that it has two parts hehe

okay yapping over i love you <33

[bloodsalted]

𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐍𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐀 𝐋𝐎𝐓 𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐄𝐑. REPOST DO NOT REBLOG !!

NAME : dixon. been going by it for too long to change it. thought about it a couple times but it's stuck with me for a handful of years now. oop! also not my real name.

PRONOUNS : she/her/numbnuts/idc!

PREFERENCE OF COMMUNICATION : i lose track of tumblr ims very easily. discord is preferred and i will give it to any mutual that might want it!

NAME OF MUSE(S) : dean winchester is my main. i have jack kline @lasthymn and a human oc that gets demon possessed kinda dual muse at @unscriptured . my multi is low activity atm and i'm just replying to what i got at the moment. my spn brainrot is very real.

BEST EXPERIENCE : meeting all the people i have here and enjoying our time together. hanging out with @hostiae / @devourcr at eccc. generally, just the experience of meeting such lovely, awesome partners that become friends and people i cherish. even if we don't speak often. i really do adore the people who i get to share this lil orbit with.

RP PET PEEVES / DEALBREAKERS : not reading my rules. becomes obvious when you don't. especially with a couple character or plot types i list that i don't feel comfortable writing and they get pushed on me. always read rules so you start out on a good page. it's so important! using roleplay to make yourself seem better than others. whether that be that you're more virtuous than them (as my buddy ava said) because they write things you don't like (rant to a bud, get your feelers out, block and move on??) or way more hip, progressive or whatever for plots you do or won't do or fcs or graphics you use. we're all just here writing. it's not that serious. have fun with it. curate your experience. screw anon button on. you'll be way less stressed. and a tiny one. refollowing on repeat. but that just gets a block eventually. and super easy to handle.

MUSE PREFERENCES : flawed heroes, burdened souls that are good people deep down, the distant person that has walls because of self-preservation, kind souls that've been burned too many times that they are cautious to warm up to others. misunderstood, thoughtful types. characters that still need to learn themselves and grow. on the complete opposite side? completely unhinged psychopaths, sociopaths, whatever else that falls under that line.

PLOTS OR MEMES : ava said this really well. memes are the easiest way to get my attention. i don't mind sending them in. or having them sent (though rn my inbox is a little big but i'm working on it, might just take me some time!). and then from there as we build up, if we match well, plotting is something i LOVE to do. i get that some don't though and i'm always more than fine winging it to see what happens. pretty flexible. but i really do love things that stick between muses.

LONG OR SHORT REPLIES : i write a lot most of the time. usually on accident. sometimes i get carried away and am enjoying myself. i, in no way, expect replies to match length and i mean it. i just need smth to work with. i've been keeping some posts purposefully shorter. especially meme replies as i work through my inbox. we can expand or shrink as needed!

BEST TIME TO WRITE : usually really late at night. i'm a night owl with insomnia and, as much as sarah threatens to beat me with a chair? i find sleep difficult. writing helps that!

ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S) : i don't know? i'm probably more like dean than i am any of them. but i try to make better choices that won't end up with me getting hurt. though there are people i'd let the apocalypse happen to save. some people are just that important. sorry world. if we're going down. we're going down together at least? dean and i have very very similar music tastes. though some of my stuff would be thrown out the window. we both have stupid humor. we're loyal. i do like my jeans, t-shirts and flannels. but we are VERY different in many ways. or it'd be boring to write someone just like me.

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[bonesandthebees]

I got a little too excited when reading rose and

so it took me a while to work thru the chapter since I write my comments as I read and I decided not to repeat everything started in the thats important to learn about the characters bc that would be almost the whole chapter so i saved it for my analysis here, but I kept getting lost in a cycle of too many thoughts and not much reading about the characters and everything going on oops

time to gather the base info we have (im telling myself analysing this is practising for my literature classes so im technically doing stuff for school when in fact im procrastinating stuff for school, ill do it after this I promise I just need to get this out of my head)

wilbur:

- studying to be the next consil and phil is giving him some lesson, but it seems hes only now going to get fully introduced to all the inner workings

- the ferronnière: hes basically constantly aware of it, both physically (keeps checking he has it) and mentally (aware of his position and controlling his actions, the metaphor of ferronnière pressing on his head as the pressure being put on him) which isnt really healthy but theres not really another option

also he keeps making sure the ferronnière is visible whenever he needs to be respected and we saw a guard doubt him before they saw the ferronnière so its not just a feeling but the ferronnière actually gives him respect and wilbur himself doesnt really have any

- his relationship with phil is as can be expected, phil is not a bad dad, he needs to prepare wilbur to survive in court, but he might be a bit too focused on that + his duties as consil and that results in very strict and bit distant parenting

from his fear of phil not telling him about the announcement and the flinch when called his full name you can see that wilbur is very afraid of disappointing phil, bc in the past that probably meant something like shouting and he was probably called wilum at those times

but its not that phil doesnt care, hes making sure wilbur will be able to be a good consil and I believe it when he says hes taking care of their family (which is just sandduo, or maybe techno too?) and so far he looks satisfied with wilbur, proud even (me when phil is proud of wilbur in any universe bdhdhdjjfjen)

- hes really close friends with niki, since childhood, and there is deep trust between them, with wilbur letting niki even touch his ferronnière, something very personal and important, sharing fidgeting with their rings....

they plan to hopefully rule together (which is not at all unrealistic in their situation) but it wont be able to work the way it has so far, the way they imagine it, already with the strain of wils promise to phil and more will surely com, niki will learn about wilbur not telling her everything eventually and idk how shell take it

im not saying their friendship couldnt work im just afraid it wont survive bc theyll keep trying to hold it up to their childhood standards which isnt possible in this situation and I predict a falling out maybe becoming enemies even

- we dont see much of his relationship with quackity and the tension of niki vs q with wilbur on nikis side is ever present, but theyre still friends

when quackity arrived at the palace they were all still kids and while they did know about the competition going on but they probably had some classes together and I assume wilbur and niki were there only other kids in an adequate position to play with so theres nothing weird about the friendship

also I wouldnt be surprised if phil encouraged it, it was him who told wil to keep his chances open on all fronts

they also both have mutual respect

theres also this undertone to their conversation that is just so tntduo of them

1/2

wilbur's ferronnière plays a rather symbolic role in the story. it's important to wilbur because it's his status symbol. it's the thing that, in his mind, gives him power. that's why he's constantly aware of it. that's why he's constantly adjusting it. it's representative of his position as the son of the consil and everything that comes with it

phil definitely isn't a bad dad in this, but he's not a great one either. he and wilbur have such a complex relationship I'm so excited to really dig into it. phil deeply cares about wilbur and wants the best for him, but wilbur is terrified of disappointing his father. phil sometimes sets his expectations too high, and wilbur scrambles to try and reach goalposts set out too far. but phil is still proud of his son, and just wants to see him thrive.

niki and wilbur's friendship certainly goes through a lot in this story... I'll say that

oh yeah phil 100% encouraged wilbur's friendship with quackity. they have a very... unique relationship i'll say. they're also childhood friends like he and niki are, but they're not as close in some ways and, in a sense, they're closer in other ways. you'll see what i mean later lmao

[inact-ice]

Season 2 episode 9 let’s go!

- I’m so excited to learn more about hennn

- hen wtf is on your head. Ope not the men awkwardly laughing. White people cant recognize a black queer person if said black queer person was wrapped in a rainbow flag

- hen girl I hope you have savings or a backup plan.

- she’s at a career counsellor? This counsellor has fantastic hair, hen you should learn from her. Though this look does fit this time period.

- HEN AS BATMAN?!!

- this career counsellor is useless, im pretty sure she’s gonna have a medical emergency- oop down she goes! Ohhh so she’s a life coach. Yay hen you saved her life! I’ve been taught cpr twice and I wouldn’t have been able to save that lady

- hi hens ex girlfriend! I hate you. And right on track she’s being dismissive about hens dreams, Karen would never!!

- ooh ok they’re getting a little intersectional wit it.

- I’m pretty sure this is the episode where we meet Tommy and the severity of his bigotry will influence how I view him through the whole show, I still hate Billy from stranger things for being racist to Lukas

- hell yeah cherry bomb!

- OMG YES BURN THE HELL OUT OF YHAT UGLY WIG JESUS CHRISY THANK YOU

- cherry bomb kinda is the perfect song for this montage wow

- GO HEN GOOOOO

- WOOOOO SHE DID IT! GIRLS IN BLUE! GIRLS IN BLUE! YIPPEE

- oh I can sense the bigotry about to come. Hi Gerard. Ugh I hate him already

- TOMMY! In 5 seasons people go crazy over you and so far I cannot see why. CHIMNEY! Ugh chimney you’re constantly raising the bar, love you

- Tommy being workplace bullied for being gay… ok I’ll hold my judgements- WOAH! New York BITCHINESS… guys come on

- Gerard you are the worst and the fact that they trivialize your mess in the latest season is actually so horrific

- BOOO WHO CARES WHO THESE WHITE LOSERS SIT WITH ANYWAY! POC SOLIDARITY I KNOW THATS NOT RIGHT!!! See if Tommy could be a bit more like chimney that would go a long ways, like just a little ‘we’re in this together’… but I guess at the end of the day marginalized white people will always choose their whiteness over their marginalization, and gay white men are kinda notorious for being really bad for that. Hope he gets a good redemption arc ig

- hens gonna save the hell out of this woman!! Tommy shut the hell up, why question the paramedic oh my lord. GERARD SHUT THE FUCK UP SAME QUESTION TO YOU

- ATHENA AND HEN MEETING EEK! Omg yeah hen really is staking her whole job on this. But ofc it’s working bc she’s a genius!

- Gerard please be so fucking for real right now you useless loser trash goblin

- at least we have poc and black woman solidarity. But chimney being so nice to her really highlights how much certain other people suck… but lemme not repeat myself too much.

- hen you can’t hard work yourself into being respected by this awful bigoted man. Oh I’m so glad Buck punches this man in the face or whatever, I hate him so much… and this is the guy people were calling silly and goofy and funny? Oh I see how it is

- yay hen and Athena friendship hours! Marginalized first responders club, aw I love this for them. I like these guys, especially Casey! Hell yeah Athena, even tho your job is like inherently awful, this is valuable advice

- aw wait guys I feel so bad I already hate Tommy and his stupid face😭 I just can’t believe he called her a bitch completely unprompted like what. I was under the impression that he did all this stuff like totally prompted by Gerard

- oh hen this speech is so goooood, 10/10 monologue! And ofc chimney supports her instantly, solidarityyyyy

- will tommy be nicer to hen now that he knows they’re both gay

- hen fuck that guy, you are so right as always. CHIMNEYYYY, you are suuuuch a fave I love you! Sooooolidarity! No bc he’s like risking his JOB for her! Where’s Tommy??? Nowhere to be found. I wish I hadn’t known he was gay beforehand bc that makes it feel more like a betrayal

- oh shit I really hope this kid survives. YAY! YAY CHIMNEY AND HEN VULNERABLE CRYING BEST FRIEND SOLIDARITYYYY

- oh yay they’re giving hen her flowers! Ok! All is not forgiven bc I didn’t hear an apology, but that was pretty ok!

- YAY GERARD GOT FIRED?!! Oh the guys stepped up! Yippee, hen I’m so happy for you. Not to make this about Tommy but I hope it’s revealed that he was one of the guys to complain bc that would fix a lot for me

- chimneyyy you mischievous little MAN! I love you chimney, you’re the best!

- they did such a good job of writing hen without making her a mammy bc I can see how these writers would’ve messed that up but damn

- hen redeeming herself with her outro speeches love it

Ok that’s definitely my favourite episode so far, the writing was very good (even though they dropped and picked up some themes on intersectionality kinda abruptly) and I feel like I know hen a lot better now! Like I’ve thought before that she can be kinda snippy sometimes, not in a bad way or anything, it’s just something I’ve noticed! And this episode really showcased that it’s not that she’s snippy, but that she’s one of those people who’s really outspoken and very principled. It’s kind of refreshing to see from a show where our other main black representation is Athena…. But lemme not go on my cop rant. Yeah this episode was just great for the most part, and the emergencies were strangely more grounded than other emergencies in other shows, so I felt more anxious during them. Ig part of it was the knowledge that hen could be fired at any moment too. This whole episode has made me feel so happy for where hen is now, she has such a strong support system who’ll protect and support her against things like racism or sexism now, it makes me so happy!

I gotta say, I’ve been thinking of some posts I’ve seen regarding Tommy while I watched this episode, and while I think the posts that say he didn’t really do anything wrong of his own fruition are like lying for some reason, he’s definitely not irredeemable! I’m cautiously optimistic to see the development of his character all the way in season 7 and to see how he’s changed and stuff. I don’t get why everyone likes him so much yet, but ig this is just like the point in the character arc where he’s at his lowest and I do see potential!

[foxgloveinspace]

im behind on tag games oops

Thanks for tagging me @jazzraft !!!

Rules: pick a song for each letter of your url and tag that many people.

I have played a game like this before..... this is a hard as fuck game haha. Last time I played I didn't let myself repeat bands, this time i'm only using songs from my favorite bands playlist. Lots of repeats <3

F - Feel Me Now - If Not For Me

O - On & One - Half Moon Run

X - Fxgiving - Half Moon Run (cheating, only song with an x i like)

G - Granite - Sleep Token

L - Lorelai - Fleet Foxes

O - Other Nature - Til Fauna

V - Voulez-Vous - ABBA

E - Edmonton - PUP

I - Insomnia - Frontieres

N - No Thanks To You - If Not For Me

S - Secrets - Til Fauna

P - Problems - Matt Maeson

A - Aqua Regia - Sleep Token

C - Cry Baby - Matt Maeson

E - Eulogy - If Not For Me

not in the mood to tag anyone today, but if anyone wants to do this, say I tagged you and do it !! <3

[dambiex]

with that said, i want to share some of my experience. so i sent the following as a chain of messages to a mutual i met on tumblr, who has trouble with self hate and only loving themselves conditional on them studying well (with suspiciously high standards). sounds familiar? the messages:

if you imagine a friend in your situation, do you hate them? is your love to them conditional on them doing the work they said they will? will you understand if they lack the discipline and they will not be able to work any more? if they say they need a day off because they feel like shit and cant focus, will you get mad, or will you encourage them to rest?

if a person is struggling to work and beating themselves up, will you try to cheer them up? will you berate them and tell them they are good for nothing until they get some discipline and work ethic?

when thinking about another person, can you see their struggles and failures are caused by their environment and human nature? even when they say they want to work more and they are obviously upset when they cant?

if you can see those things and be compassionate to other people in situations very much like yours but not to yourself, then i think you can agree with me is that there is some problem of perception here. when you see a stranger in your position you see one thing, and when you look at yourself you see another. this is a form of bias, or as i like to call it an illusion: your perceptions of yourself are not really caused by your actions. your actions are normal. but something in your perception is flawed.

when you learn this is an illusion and not an accurate representation of reality, you can use this to start and correct your perception when you notice it showing you things that you now know are false.

for example, it can look something like that: thought: "i hate myself for not working today. i tried and it just didnt happen. i dont know where these X hours went. fuck me for chasing these <hedonistic tempations> and not doing what i said i will" reaction after noticing what is going on: "what would i say to a friend who came to me and said these harsh things about themselves? what do i think caused their behaviour?" *imagines a person in a similar situation*

it really helps me picture myself using the same mental machinery that i use to think about other people. you just see this person who is trying so fucking hard, and is suffering needlessly because they are not 100% perfect and they blame themselves for that.

and it allows you to use the tools you would have used with a friend: to help them see it is not their fault. they are not robots. they need some rest and a shower, and maybe then they will feel better. there is no reason to hate themselves because they are not perfect.

just to repeat the most important part: you think you are bad not because you are bad, but because your perception of yourself is flawed.

(and once you know a tool is flawed you can try to fix it or use other tools instead)

yeah i feel like im repeating myself at this point. wow that was longer than i expected. oops :P

sources: this is what i implicitly learned from my therapist, and phrased myself. this is not professional advice and if you feel you could use more help go see a therapist. statistically it has a very good chance of helping. termsandcondtionsapply, etc.

i think its useful to hear about people's experiences from therapy, and see what they have learned from their therapists, because people mostly have very similar problems to yours, and what helped them might help you, or at least lead you in the right direction.

[dexaroth]

i know its unrealistic and nonsense to feel bad bc im not as good as i could be within a hobby bc a hobby is supposed to be fun and occupy your time but i cant for the life of me not feel guilty about not drawing and not improving

like.. i have most of the resources. i often have the time. i have almost a thousand pictures in my reference folder to be used to practice and learn. i have an internet connection to be inspired and learn from those better than me and yet... i just don't feel like drawing. and i mean drawing something grand.. not just the dozens of doodles and oc refsheets i keep churning.. i want to do standalone pieces like i used to and look at them fondly and feel proud of something. but i just dont have the flame to do it for months and months on end

i mean obviously this is much more likely to happen when it has been your primary hobby for over like 7 years contrary to, say, webpage coding which i just started to learn like a year ago. what's keeping me from wanting to draw though? its so frustrating to know you Have the Potential to be a good artist and knowing How you could become more but just.. not feeling like it. and telling urself im gonna draw tomorrow and tomorrow comes and its one of those days you'd rather stare at a wall the whole afternoon and it just keeps going and going and you stay stumped

[astrxealis]

comin in ere just rq to say tldr (final. real.) fuuta !! i want him to be voted innocent/forgiven bcs i hope he can. make peace with himself. i think he's truly a good guy at heart even if that doesn't excuse all that he did (i think he's. some sort of victim too and he deserved better. by this i mean like w his friends?? some sort of pressure and all. also the fact all the blame got put onto him which sucks but also with context, if that context is right, is rather deserved ngl. also i'm worried if he gets voted guilty bcs something bad will def happen)

[duckymcdoorknob]

Plain box

Milk/White Chocolate

Oval

Ganache

(Sasunaru..? QwQ)

oH WHAT PERFECT TIMING

MY NEXT EVENT ASK IS MY CURRENT BRAINROT

MUAHAUAHUAHAUHUAHA! IM HYPED

Oops this got long oh well

TY FOR THE REQUEST PAPA

CW BELOW THE CUT: This do have some tickles in it, ngl. Spoilers about Sakura’s character arc!

𝑇ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑏𝑜𝑥 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑙𝑦 𝑐𝑟𝑎𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑦 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑠 𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑙𝑦 ❤︎

Ever since the two were paired up on team seven, Kakashi couldn’t recall a time where Naruto and Sasuke weren’t fighting, whether it was physical aggression, hurling insults at each other, or just passive aggression and sarcasm, the two were always at each others’ throats.

As kids, the two were classic rivals. They were the run-of-the-mill adolescents, who only wanted to beat the other at anything and everything.

Now as teenagers, the two are strong in their own ways. But, this doesn’t stop them from continuous bickering and small tantrums.

Eventually, their Sensei had enough.

One lunch… it’s all Kakashi wanted. Just one hour to celebrate his three students and their accomplishments. He was saving up his ryo to be able to treat them for weeks, and of course his two problem children just had to be themselves.

“If you don’t shut up right now I swear I’ll-“

“You’ll what, Naruto? Make a shadow clone and have it yell at me? Ooooh so scary.” The raven-haired shinobi rolled his eyes as he held his hands up in mock defense. “If you start throwing lethal jutsu at me right here, we’ll get kicked out and Kakashi will have to pay for the entire restaurant!”

“You’re such a jerk!” Naruto barked as he narrowed his eyes and stood up to lean toward Sasuke.

The other shinobi matched his action, and the two were now standing with their faces only about six inches apart. Sakura swore she could see the lightning bolts that shot between both of their eyes.

“You two are insufferable!” The pink-haired girl hissed as she pulled on both of their jacket sleeves, “Sit down before you give Sensei an ulcer!”

“He started it!” Naruto whined, knowing he’d been defeated.

“You’re such a toddler.” Sasuke mumbled coolly, accenting his quip with an eye roll.

“Sasuke I swear to-“

“Naruto, Sasuke, look at me right now.”

The two bickering shinobi froze in place as angry their faces dropped. They slowly turned toward their Sensei…

“Sasuke, you’re going to tell me what you would like to eat, since I already know Naruto’s order by heart. After that, I’m going to order your lunches and you’re going to go outside and fix whatever the hell is making you two act up. Do I make myself clear?”

The blonde genin nodded fearfully, while Sasuke only replied curtly, “crystal.” Sakura, on the offhand, was thrilled that she had never pissed off her Sensei before. She couldn’t help the chill that ran down her spine at the thought of what might happen if she did.

“Glad we’re on the same page.” Kakashi’s once terrifying demeanor had retreated, and he wore his signature close-eyed smile once again.

Sasuke pointed to an item on the menu, then stood up from the booth. “Come on, idiot.”

“Well now I’m not going because you’re being a dic-“

“I said come on.” The black-haired shinobi dragged Naruto by the back of his jacket collar, “You know damn well how I feel about repeating myself.”

As the two left wordlessly, Kakashi turned to his remaining student. “So, Sakura. If you would be so kind as to enlighten me, what was training with the Hokage like?”

When Naruto and Sasuke arrived outside, the black-haired shinobi dropped a cross-armed Naruto into the grass, then sat down adjacent to him. “What’s got you so pissy?”

“You.”

Sasuke couldn’t help but snort at how easily the word flowed from his teammate’s lips. The answer was curt and nonchalant, and yet Sasuke found it so amusing. “Reason in particular?”

“Nope. You’re just stupid.”

“Narut-“

“And I’m… jealous of you.” The boy sighed, turning away from his teammate with a dejected sigh.

Sasuke blinked, closing his mouth to prevent a snarky comment from coming out.

“I know, I know, it’s stupid but…” the blonde shinobi sighed, “I just wish that I knew what it was like to have a family at a point in my life. The closest I have is Iruka and Kakashi Sensei, but it seems Kakashi Sensei likes you better.”

With a sigh, Sasuke stood and plopped down next to his teamm- no, Naruto was his friend. That’s what Sasuke had to be in this situation: a friend. “Naruto, Kakashi knows your order by heart for any restaurant you go to. I know you can’t tell, but he always is there to catch you when you pass out from chakra exhaustion.”

“Does he really?” Naruto asked, turning to face his friend.

“Every time, without fail.” Sasuke placed a hand on the blonde shinobi’s shoulder. “And I wish I could tell you it was pleasant to have a family, but it wasn’t always as fun as it cuts out to be in your head.”

“I guess so.” The blonde sighed again, “I’ve always wanted to know what it was like to have a brother.”

The black-haired shinobi tensed, exhaled, and spoke. “Itachi was… he was a good big brother, so I thought. He always made sure to remind my dad that I was important too. It felt good to feel appreciated, but he was also a menace. He would hide my stuff in high places, flick my forehead all the time, and don’t even get me started on how many times he tickled me it was-“

Naruto chuckled gently, “I can’t even imagine you being ticklish.”

“Uhhh ignore that part.” Sasuke cursed himself internally. Why did he include that piece of Itachi’s antics out of all of them?

“Oh? Just ignore it, huh?”

Within an instant, Naruto’s dejected mood disappeared and was replaced by his sunshine-y attitude once more. He dove onto his friend and held one of Sasuke’s arms above his head.

“Don’t you dare, Naruto.” Sasuke spat, trying to put up a front through his apprehension.

“Is someone scared?” The blonde teased, bringing a hand down to squeeze his friend’s side.

Sasuke’s body abandoned him as he involuntarily jerked away from the touch. With every squeeze, his torso flinched away from it. Truth be told, Sasuke hadn’t been tickled in so long that his body was preparing for pain. “D-dude stop!”

“Oh man no way, this is so awesome!” The shinobi teased as he began to flutter his fingers on his friend’s side, “I’m not stopping until you laugh!”

“G-guess you’ll b-behehe- BE here a while.”

Naruto gasped, “Did I just hear you laugh? The Sasuke Uchiha giggled?” He smiled and dug in a little harder, sending shockwaves through Sasuke’s body.

“Nahahaharuhuhutohoho!”

“Sahahahasuke!” The blonde teased.

Sasuke covered his face and whined as giggles poured from his lips, “Yohohou ahahare suhuhuhuch ahaha- AGH NOHOHOHO.”

Poor Sasuke had made the rookie mistake of covering his face, this is common information. But he left his upper ribs wide open for Naruto’s attack. The jinchuriki boy couldn’t help but giggle as he watched his stoic friend fall apart.

“GOHOHOHOD YOHOHOU AHAHARE THEHEHE WOHOHOHORST!”

“And yet I don’t hear you asking me to stop!” The blonde sing-songed, “I know it’s been some time since someone tickled you but man, even I would’ve given in by now.”

Upon hearing those words, pale skin turned cherry red, and Sasuke finally had the idea to move his hands down. Unfortunately, that only trapped Naruto’s wiggling fingers. “NAHAHAHARUHUHUTOHOHO.”

“You done?”

The black-haired shinobi smacked at his friend’s arm, signifying he was tapping out. Naruto immediately stopped and flopped down on top of his friend’s stomach, giggling alongside him. “Man it’s been a while since we had fun like that. Consider that revenge for April Fool’s day.”

“N-Noted.”

The two sat in a comfortable silence, allowing Sasuke to catch his breath. They wordlessly watched the clouds roll by, enjoying the peace shared between them. They were only interrupted by Sasuke’s stomach rumbling, causing Naruto to laugh at the sudden vibration against his head.

“I think we should head inside.” The black-haired shinobi mumbled, lifting the blonde head off of his stomach and standing up. He offered a hand to his friend, who took it with a smile. “And by the way?”

“Mm?” The blonde shinobi asked, turning toward Sasuke.

The other shinobi squeezed his hand with a shy smile. “You don’t need a brother to know what it’s like to have one; you have me.”

❣︎𝑉𝑎𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑒’𝑠 𝐶ℎ𝑜𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝐸𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑡❣︎

—————♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎—————

[maizumis]

kids love — ft. iwaizumi hajime

genre/trope: childhood frienemies

female!reader

note: this is for tee’s after you’ve read angst collab! not me projecting my selfship on this oop... it has been for a few days in my draft and I finally found the words <3 enjoy babies

“hajime! you don't have to be so rough!”

the two little kids had been at this game for hours by now, the sun is setting and the sky has a beautiful orange color that would soon turn into a deep dark blue full of stars

“im Godzilla! what did you expect? you silly girls know nothing about Godzilla!”

Iwaizumi insisted on remaking a godzilla movie this afternoon and oikawa wasn't around to convince him otherwise, so you were stuck on being the lady in the scene asking for help

“im tired of Godzilla! he only makes weird noises!” the little boy was astonished, he couldn't believed he was friend with a... girl. he always repeated himself that if he didn't play with you, his mom wouldn't make him that choco milk after every playdate that made his tummy flutter with joy, nothing better that a good chocolate after a busy day at the park

“but you only want to play with the babies! I don't want to play with dolls and stuff! I rather play aliens with tooru”

“babies are cute! unlike you iwaizumi, they are cuties!”

the little girl was left on the middle of the playground when hajime decided he had enough, starting his way to his house that was down the block, exactly next to yours “my mom always tell me I'm cute! you girls are so silly”

“if I'm silly then why you are playing with me?”

okay, his mom did forced him to go out and play with you, bit he couldn't deny the sudden blush of his face every time you showed with a different colorful dress that put the own flowers on shame

“because! because– ugh, you're pretty!”

he doesn't know where that came from, specially since he was just a seven year old, could you fall in love at such a young age? maybe he didn't hate playing around but the weird feeling on his heart every single time you made him hold your dolls to play the house, he hated that he loved to play that with you

“iwaizumi hajime, I, myself, gonna tell you you're pretty too, let's get married!” how ironic, you were telling him just a few minutes ago he wasn't cute but how could you understand the thoughts on your mind when you could barely add and subtract single numbers?

“only grown ups get married! I'm never gonna kiss a girl on the lips too!” he told her, crossing his arms around his chest with an angry look on his youthful face

“well get ready then! is gonna be my own personal goal to make you my hubby, as my mom says!”

[bbugyu]

you were so similar, yet there was still so much you didn't understand about him. but if you were so different, why did you like him so much?

love line | fye | all night parking | winners circle

wc.7.2k | jeonghan x gn!gose pd reader, fluff, courtship, smut, canon compliant, so much teasing, sneaky flirting, drinking, swearing, kissing in cabs, me vs calling jeonghan a prick every chance i get, semi-public, oral (male receiving), new relationships are so fun

remember when i said that jeonghan playing foot volleyball made me want to brain myself on his dick? haha. oops. also sorry for once again making the mc Just Me like actually just an infj-t taurus sun libra moon virgo rising year of the rat piece of shit like i don’t do it on purpose but i am just so in love with him and i think our dynamic would be SO FUNNNn im so sorry. but also not. yall seem to like the way i write with him so *shrugs* enjoy it! also i made another playlist based off this au (aka just a playlist of songs that make me think abt jeonghan bc im a fucking simp)

seventeen always made you laugh in a way that was almost embarrassing, but it didn't become inconvenient until you had to start showing up to set. you were a production expert by trade - one of many on staff for going seventeen - and while on more complicated shoots you would sometimes fill in as a camera director, you generally were able to hang out on the sidelines as they filmed.

you had caught jeonghan's attention soon after your contract changed from post-production, having been one of the camera directors for kart rider, and as soon as he noticed you stifling your giggles whenever he made jokes, he started smirking at you through the camera lens as he tried to find new innovative ways to cheat his way through the game. after the shoot, he asked how long you had been a director for going, staging it as a friendly work question.

"quite a while now," you told him, taking his lav mic and pack from him as he pulled it off. "but i was on the editing team until this week. today's my first shoot."

"ah," he exhaled, nodding as he smiled at you. "that explains it. i couldn't figure out how i hadn't noticed someone as cute as you before."

you faltered slightly, put in shock by his forwardness, but quickly recovered and knocked your head to the side as you looked at him playfully. "you're not allowed to flirt with me, mr. idol."

"who said i'm flirting?" he asked with a grin.

you laughed, wrapping a cord around your hand. "if you aren't, you need to work on your professionalism."

it was his turn to laugh, and before he got pulled away by some of his fellow members, he told you he hoped to see you on more shoots in the future.

he was happy when he did, grinning at you in his santa suit when he sat down in your assigned room, but doing his best to act normal in front of the other directors. he gave you a playful glare when you handed him a tray of hot water, and you had to purse your lips to stop yourself from laughing in response as they all complained about it being too hot while you sat, completely comfortable, in an oversized tee and a pair of thin sweats. he got more frustrated by his repeated failure in the game he was playing, and made quick eye contact with you as he huffed angrily, your smiling eyes making him regain focus.

"ok, let's go," he said to himself, beginning the level again as he pursed his lips, and you couldn't help but agree silently when seungkwan called him cute.

"oh, it's the wave!" jeonghan instinctively looked at you when he read the level title. "we can take the suits off after this one, right?"

you gave him a thumbs up and he nodded, determined as he focused on the screen. and later, after they had gotten to take off their suits, you weren't sure whose idea it was to open the window, but you had a pretty good idea by the way jeonghan tried to hide his laugh when you finally told them to close it again.

every time you participated in film shoots, he would make a specific effort to get you to make noise. he would crack a joke and look at you, burying your face in the crook of your arm and turning away from the cameras as you tried to stifle your laughter, satisfied when you glared at him before he went on to focus on the show. he even meandered over to you as he searched for the money, trying to get a hint of where it might be.

"hey, i'm the broker," he said, cornering you. "you're supposed to tell me where it is."

"no," you corrected, doing your best to be unphased by the way he had backed you up against the bookshelf next to the camera you were meant to be manning. "you're supposed to guess a room when night falls and we'll tell you if you're right." 

he squinted at you and you kept your eyes focused on him, making sure to avoid giving him any unintentional hints as to where the small bundle of cash was hidden. "alright," he said finally, smirking when you pushed him back towards the game. "fine. i'll search properly."

after finishing at the police precinct set you were filming at that week, you accused him, annoyed, of trying to get you a reputation of not being allowed to operate cameras on shoots.

"i'm making jokes for the show!" he argued, eyes wide at your accusation. "it's not my fault you find me charming."

you rolled your eyes at him. "charming is a stretch."

he gave you a sideways smile, studying your eyes above the face mask you wore. "handsome?"

you quirked an eyebrow at him. "are you sure you want me to say i'm laughing so hard because of your visuals?"

"as long as i'm the reason you're laughing," he said, looking to where another pd was calling for you. you told him to take care before you turned to help load up a car with camera equipment, but he grabbed your arm before you could walk away. "can we talk later?"

you studied his face, wondering if he meant what you thought he did, then let your gaze dart to where some of the other members were not so slyly watching you. "sure," you said finally, glad there was a mask to cover your tiny smile. "i need to stop by the office after we get this stuff to the studio. i'll see you there?"

"sure," he said back to you, pouting out his lips casually, but his eyes revealing a smile. "i'll be around."

in reality, jeonghan had no need to be at the office until the next day, but a couple of the other members had wanted to go mess around at the universe factory after they had gone back to the dorms to shower, so he said he would join them. soonyoung went "aye," pushing his shoulder, having noticed every look he had given you.

"you're so not subtle," he laughed. "they're gonna meet you there?"

jeonghan sighed in defeat, getting into the car. "let's go, yeah?"

"the pd that was in our room for the stilt game, right?" jihoon asked, following after him.

"ohh," seokmin said, pointing from the seat he had already taken in the back of the van. "is that the same one he was flirting with at the bungee jumping place?" vernon vocalised next to him, nodding, saying that he remembered that.

"hey," jeonghan exclaimed, annoyed. "really? all of you?"

"like i said," soonyoung laughed from the front seat. "so not subtle."

jihoon nudged his shoulder after they settled in the car, giving him a meaningful look. "be careful, yeah? don't do anything stupid."

"i know," jeonghan said, leaning back in his seat, thinking about how getting to make you laugh on a regular basis felt pretty worth the risk. "i won't."

it took you almost two hours, getting caught up with other business, but you finally made it to the pledis building to drop off some paperwork at the offices for an upcoming shoot location. you wandered for a few minutes, suddenly realizing the building was far too large for the vague agreement you had made earlier. you peeked your head into their usual dance practice room, abandoning it when you noticed the lights were off, then walked towards where you knew the recording studios were.

you faltered, staring at the door to woozi's studio, not wanting to interrupt. you kept walking, quickly deciding to take a lap around the hall as you worked up the nerve, but you were only ten feet past the door when it opened, pulling your gaze.

jeonghan grinned at you after he shut the door behind him. "you came."

you looked away for a second, then back at his smile as you pulled your mask down to rest under your chin. "i wasn't lying earlier, when i said i had business here."

he nodded, looking unconvinced as he straightened his coat. "sure. i was going to the convenience store, wanna walk with me? if you're done with your business, that is."

you exhaled sharply, smiling vaguely as he made his way towards you. "i do want something to drink."

"let's go," he said, gesturing with his head as he walked past you, smiling when you fell into step beside him. "my treat. you're cute, by the way. i was sad i couldn't see your face under the mask today."

you rolled your eyes, nudging your elbow into his side. "haven't you seen it enough already? we've been shooting together for months."

"i've missed it lately," he said, looking over at you, studying the curve of your lips as you tried not to smile. "i wish i could see it more."

you wondered if he did this with everyone he found vaguely interesting, flattering them until they agreed to meet him privately somewhere, but part of you really believed he wasn't that sort of guy. you had been working in the entertainment industry since you graduated high school, and you had seen plenty of men do just that - idols, comedians, actors, you name it - but jeonghan seemed different. you had seen him regularly for months now, and this was the first time he had ever tried to see you outside of a shoot.

he bought your bottle of iced tea, telling you you worked hard. you laughed, but accepted it, asking if he was only treating you because he had won money today.

"no," he said teasingly, pulling down the mask he had gotten from reception to sip his own drink as the two of you walked back to the company building. "i would have treated you either way."

he walked with you to your car in the parking garage, leaning against your door as you chatted about the shoot that day. you told him that you had suggested he be the broker for the game, and he gave you a shocked look.

"me?" he laughed. "you specifically picked me?"

"you like being confusing too much," you giggled, drinking your tea. "they didn't want you as mafia again, but you purposefully mess things up as a citizen."

"hey," his head cocked to one side. "i just try to have fun, and sometimes that means causing chaos."

that made you laugh. "also, i was sure you would understand the role. i wasn't convinced anyone else would."

jeonghan laughed again. "so i was broker because i was the only one smart enough to be?"

you tilted your head at him. "it was between you and seungkwan, but we needed a way to stop you from ruining the game. i knew you would want to win too badly to throw the other citizens under the bus if you had the new role."

he gave you a sideways look as he brought his drink to his lips. "clever."

"to be honest, i was expecting you to try to team up with the mafia, but i guess they weren't obvious enough." you shook your head, sighing. "then you went and guessed the location first night."

"i thought about it," he said. "but i thought they might lie about where the money was if i tried, or just kill me if i found it. and i really didn't suspect anyone until after i had already teamed up with cheol and soonyoung."

you smiled at him for a moment, remembering that while you only addressed them by their professional names, they were his friends. "speaking of, they're probably wondering where you are."

he sighed dramatically. "you're probably right. i'll go. but first, give me your phone."

you stared at his extended palm, unlocking your phone and handing it over. "you're not subtle."

he laughed, adding himself on your kakao. "i've been told that a lot today, but honestly, i think it's hard for me to act subtle when you're so easy to like."

"hey," you said, eyeing him when he handed it back to you. "remember what i said."

he looked at you. "what?"

"you're not allowed to flirt with me," you reminded him.

he exhaled, a smile on his lips. "i'm not allowed to do a lot of things. sometimes rules are meant to be broken."

he broke said rule pretty immediately after you left the company, sending you a message saying that he'd like to see you outside of work again soon that made you roll your eyes, noticing the nickname he gave himself in your contacts. you didn't respond until you were back in your apartment, asking how he expected that to work.

you: we can't really go out… people might see you…

handsome hannie: private bbq rooms are a thing… we use them a lot…

you: wouldn't know 🙄 not famous 🙄

handsome hannie: great! i'll keep you to myself.

you called him annoying, and he said something about how you should be more respectful considering he was older than you, and you told him it was only a year and that he should have been more respectful, too, considering you were essentially coworkers.

you: i effect your public appearance, you know! what if i let carats see how much you whine at shoots?

handsome hannie: yes, directornim. i sincerely apologize.

you: that's more like it ㅋㅋㅋㅋ

despite the teasing front you put up, you made no effort to hide the smile on your face as you curled up on your couch, continuing to make plans to meet when his schedule was less hectic in a couple of weeks.

he told you the bbq place he invited you to was his favorite, and that him and the members went there often. they usually just sat at a table, he told you, and generally no one bothered them, but he specifically requested a room so he could dine with you comfortably. 

"i hope you're hungry," he said when you sat across from him at the table. "i ordered a lot."

you laughed, taking off your scarf. "i hope you have good taste."

he gave you an offended look, picking at the side dishes that were already at the table. "i have fantastic taste and you know it."

"so," you paused eyeing the green bottles that had yet to be opened, taking it as a hint. "ssamgyeopsal and thin sliced pork?"

he huffed at you, completely unable to hide the grin you had caused by directly calling out his basic order. "shut up, i also got mixed noodles and soybean stew."

"oh," you said, giggling. "so original."

"i thought you might be picky," he accused, pushing blame to you. "traditional felt safe."

"sure, that's why," you teased.

after the first plate of meat was well on its way to being cooked, jeonghan grabbed a bottle of soju by the neck and turned it upside down, spinning it as he pushed a shot glass towards you.

"oh, are we starting?" you asked, a giggle on your lips as you picked up the glass. 

he smiled vaguely as he cracked open the bottle, pouring into your glass as you held it. "meat is meant to be accompanied."

he was about to pour his own shot, but you took the bottle from him before he could. he eyed you, but picked up his glass anyways, watching your face as you poured into it, label up.

"very respectful," he commented.

"don't expect it all the time," you said back, clinking your glass with his and repeating his cheers before turning to the right to take your shot.

"do you drink a lot?" he asked, grabbing the tongs and flipping meat.

you cocked your head. "not too often, but i enjoy it."

he looked at you, and you swore you saw a twinkle in his eye as he gave you a lopsided smile. "how much?"

you quirked a brow. "how much do i enjoy it? or how much can i?"

"both."

you sucked on your teeth, appraising the situation as you watched him cook. "above average."

he laughed. "what a diplomatic answer."

"we are coworkers, afterall," you pointed out.

he exhaled, knocking his head to one side as he put down the tongs in favor of his chopsticks, craving the salt of a side dish after the soju. "i was hoping we would be beyond that by now."

you watched him, a slight smile on your face. you straightened your spine and picked up your own chopsticks, grabbing a bit of kimchi that had been on the grill and putting it on your rice. "what else were you hoping for?"

he wished you didn't make him smile so much, but he supposed you couldn't help it as he watched you chew with a quirk in his lip. "a successful first date."

"what classifies success?" you asked after swallowing. 

jeonghan thought a moment, trying to read your face. a small smile snuck onto your lips as you waited, and he adjusted his posture before he answered. "a promise that this won't be the last date, too."

"ohhh," you vocalised. "very diplomatic."

he gave a short laugh. "i am an idol, afterall."

you thought on that statement for a second. "i hope you don't think i'm only here because of that," you said finally.

he pouted his lips out slightly as he shook his head. "i don't. i can tell you like me."

"hey," you laughed. "what makes you so confident?"

"i have eyes," he said plainly, giving you a devilish look as he started messing with the meat again, pulling some done pieces to the edges of the grill plate. "and you laugh too genuinely at my jokes."

"too genuinely? what does that even mean?"

"really?" he knocked his head to one side. "i saw you trying to hide your laughter when we filmed at sports monster."

you rolled your eyes. "i was laughing at dokyeom."

"got it," he laughed, gesturing for you to eat. "then why are you here?"

you eyed him as you took some pork. "i think you're interesting."

"interesting." he repeated back to you. "how so?"

"you're a closed book," you explained. "you seem to always be your genuine self, yet i know nothing about you. but i guess that's just because i only know you on camera."

he paused, studying your face as you chewed the meat, smiling slightly when you said quietly that it tasted good and took more. he thought about how much care he put into keeping his private life just that. he was always happy to share himself - his personality, his interests, his sense of humor - but he kept his family and friends far from the spotlight on purpose. he enjoyed having the separation. he thought about how you noticed the intentional protection of his privacy. he wondered if you would want to be a part of that.

"what do you wanna know?"

you looked up at him, pausing your enjoyment of the meal as you registered his serious tone. you blinked for a second, then said "everything," as if the answer couldn't have been more obvious.

afterwards, jeonghan held the cab door open as you got in, assuring that he was sufficiently hidden under a mask and his hood as he climbed in after you. you told him it wasn't a great look for him to be getting in a cab with a sufficiently drunk you, but he just pulled the mask under his chin and grinned, saying he thought you said you had a high tolerance.

"i do," you pouted, tugging at your seatbelt. "but we had six bottles."

he tsked. "you can only take three bottles? you said above average."

"that is above average," you said, pushing his shoulder. "just because you guys drink like sailors…"

he giggled and rocked back into your side, eyes flickering back and forth between yours as the car began to move. you didn't talk about anything of true substance in the cab - most of the deep conversation had taken place over the meal, leaving you both giddy during the ride to your apartment. you complained about how full you were, and he told you you didn't have to keep eating if you felt full.

"i couldn't stop," you groaned, slightly saddened when you recognized the street outside the window and realized you were almost home. "it was too good."

he was smiling warmly at you when you looked back at him. "hey."

your face mask started feeling particularly warm. "hi."

he cleared his throat slightly, making no effort to pull himself away from how his shoulder leaned into yours. "stop me if you want, okay?"

something flitted in your stomach. "from doing what?"

he reached over to you, pulling your mask down like his, then gently ran his fingers up your jaw. "this."

but you didn't want to stop him, so you didn't. you just let your lips part slightly as he leaned into you. your mind spun suddenly, having a rush of self awareness at the fact that you were kissing seventeen's yoon jeonghan in the back of a cab, but it was only fleeting as your hand went up to grip his wrist lightly. you remembered that while, yes, he was seventeen's yoon jeonghan, he was also hwaseong's yoon jeonghan. he was a kid from a farm town that loved his sister more than life itself. he recently bought a lego set, but hasn't gotten the chance to build it yet. he got giggly when he drank, even when he wasn't drunk.

so you let him kiss you in the back of a cab, and even when he pulled away from you, your eyes followed his lips and his did the same with yours, the two of you sharing a hot, heavy breath.

"can i see you again?" he asked suddenly, realizing the cab had stopped in front of your apartment but refusing to pull his hand from your jaw.

you stared at him in a slight daze, then let out a quiet giggle. "yeah, at the gose shoot."

he chuckled, shaking his head at you. "you know what i mean."

you studied his face, admiring the way the tip of his nose had gone red from a combination of the cold air and the shared soju. the way his lips curled as he smiled at you. the way his eyes sparkled. your hand tightened around his wrist slightly. "i'd like that."

his smile widened, and he leaned in to kiss you again. faster this time, but just as intoxicating, and you had to push him away from you to escape the cab, giggling the entire time.

the next time you saw jeonghan (though not the next time you spoke to him, due to him surprising you with phonecalls every couple of days to ask how you were doing), he was wearing a white sweat suit and made a direct point to seek you out, pretending that his only intention was to get hints about what they were doing filming at a high school's auditorium.

"you need to stop approaching me while i'm trying to work," you said, pulling equipment out of a van. "but while you're here, help me carry this."

he laughed, taking the equipment case from you as you shut the trunk, walking beside you. "what's with the nametag?"

you looked down at the paper on the front of your sweatshirt that had your name. "none of your business."

jeonghan eyed you as you opened a door for him. "can i guess?"

you took the case from him as you neared the auditorium. "i won't tell you even if you guess right."

"it's directors versus seventeen?" you faltered, making him laugh. "first try?"

you groaned. "go in before me so it's not so suspicious."

"i can't wait to play with you," he said teasingly, leaning towards you. you almost wanted to pull him into a kiss just at the implication, eyes flickering to his lips, remembering how soft they were against yours.

"if i have to play, i will be incredibly upset," you said plainly. "don't expect me to be nice to you after."

"so the players are random?" he giggled as you exhaled, annoyed at his cunning observation. "c'mon, you don't want to go up against me?"

you felt heat flash in you, completely aware that he was purposefully choosing suggestive wording to fluster you, and you refused to let him know it was working. "absolutely not. hurry up and go in."

"how about this," he said, crossing his arms. "if you have to play a game against me, then i'll stop talking to you at work. but if you don't, you have to get dinner with me again, and i get to keep bugging you. it's a bet of chance."

you rolled your eyes at him, putting down the case when you realized he wasn't going to go in any time soon. "that sounds like you win either way."

he grinned. "those are the best kind of bets! you win either way, too. you don't have to deal with me at work, or you get a free meal."

"cut it out," you whined, pushing at his chest. "eunsong already suspects something is going on, if you don't stop she won't let me live it down."

he laughed. "that sounds like a you problem."

"yeah, and it'll become a you problem, too, when i decide to go back to editing and never see you again."

"hey!" he exclaimed, eyes shining. "you wouldn't."

you glared at him. "fine. the bet’s on. but be aware of the risk you're taking here."

he giggled, backing away towards the doors that led to the auditorium where the rest of the staff had set up. "you're worth any risk, baby."

nervousness bubbled in you every time directors were being called to play, and you noticed the way jeonghan looked at you, clearly hoping you would be forced to join him on camera. he even pointed and yelled at you when you were cheering for your own team in foot volleyball, making you wave your hand in protest, and pray that it wouldn't be included in the final cut of the episode. but even you couldn't deny how well he played, despite how badly you wanted to, and you hated the way a heat dropped in you as you watched him skillfully kick an unreceivable attack.

it was so outside of your expectation for yourself, being attracted to someone based on their athletic skill. it wasn't like you, you would insist. you like intellectuals. comedians. not jocks. but it was incredibly hard for you to ignore how fucking attractive jeonghan was, spiking the football and winning the game, especially when you had already established how much you liked his mind.

he made flirty eye contact with you periodically, fishing for a reaction as you tried to keep your attention on the monitors behind your designated table. your mind kept flickering to how he had caressed your cheek in the back of the cab as he kissed you. how he had cornered you on multiple occasions just to tease you. you snapped out of your trance when joshua announced the next game.

you had secretly hoped tug of war wouldn't be one of the games played today - it would be thirteen versus thirteen, which meant you had the highest chance of being called to play. when you looked at jeonghan, he was already watching you, the eye contact making him smile as his members started to line up to pick names.

there was a commotion when jeonghan called eunsong's name, and you watched as your boss dipped her head at having the play one of the more physically demanding games in the lot. you nervously stared at seungcheol, hoping the name he called wouldn't be yours, and letting out a sigh of relief when it wasn't. the girl you were sat next to highfived you, both pleased that you didn't have to participate.

jeonghan looked at you with pursed lips and shook his head slightly, and you stuck your tongue out in response. he let out a short scoff, staring after you, and when you didn't pull your gaze from him, he nodded his head up slightly and winked at you subtly.

you immediately looked away, eyes wide, trying to calm the way heat radiated off the back of your neck. you knew he was laughing at your reaction, but you avoided looking in his direction again as you got called to man a camera as it's usual director got ready to participate.

after the final team of directors got picked, you let out a breath of relief, and after the bottle tossing was done, you accepted your team's defeat as you all started packing up the equipment. the mood was high, despite the loss, many of the other staff members deciding to go get dinner together anyways, even if they had to pay themselves, and you casually told them you were more interested in going home, thinking about how jeonghan would likely want to cash out his dinner as soon as possible. it wasn't until later, when you were standing alone in a hallway and he found you leaning casually against a wall, that you started to get nervous again.

"seems like i'll be seeing you for a long time," he said, a smirk on his face, changed back into his own clothing. "you lost every bet today, you must be sad."

you sighed, shoving your phone into your pocket and taking off your mask. "i lost, but at least i get a free meal. and i didn't have to play any games."

he put his shoulder on the wall beside you, studying your face as you looked at him. "are you free now?"

you nodded casually, looking away. "yeah, i could clear my schedule."

he laughed. "great. do that. i'm in the mood for noodles."

"hey," you started, then pushed off the wall to lean against your shoulder and face him. "since when are you good at foot volleyball?"

he smirked at you. "surprised?"

you studied him. "a little."

"i always liked sports," he said. "footie is one of my favorites."

"it was impressive," you said, watching the way his lips curled again, trying to hide your own sneaking smile. "you were the ace."

"i usually am."

you laughed at his brag, putting your hands behind your hips as you leaned back against the wall again. "you must be tired now, though."

he knocked his head to one side and pushed himself off the wall, casually putting a hand just above your shoulder. "not too tired."

you stared at him as he leaned into you, almost wanting to laugh at the cliche position you found yourself in. "they're probably looking for you."

"nope," he said matter of factly, grinning. "told 'em i had a ride."

your stomach flipping, suddenly wishing he didn't just mean your car.

"you're done working, right?" he asked, eyes flicking down to your lips. "can i steal you away?"

you nodded, your hands reaching up to his shirt and pulling him into you. and when his lips were on yours again, you let out a breath you didn't realize you were holding, enjoying the way his hand went up to hold your jaw. you couldn't help the way you pulled yourself off the wall to be closer to him, and he didn't argue when your arms snaked around his neck, his hands running down your sides and landing on your hips in response. you huffed against him, pulling away slightly, giggling when he tried to follow.

"we shouldn’t be doing this in a hallway."

his eyelids seemed heavy as he gave you a sappy smile. "why not?"

"jeonghan," you said incredulously, pulling your arms off his shoulders and placing your palms on his chest, backing into the wall. "it's like you want to ruin your career."

"you just-" he interrupted himself, putting his lips against yours again. "you're so-" another interruption. you laughed against him, pushing on his chest. 

"stop," you said, sliding against the wall to sneak away. he caught on too quickly, wrapping his arms around you as you tried to back down the hall. "jeonghan, seriously-"

"please," he whined, his nose tapping against yours as he followed you, keeping you in his arms. "i've been wanting to kiss you all day, please."

you exhaled, trying not to laugh. "i've been wanting to kiss you, too."

he grinned. "then i don't see the problem."

"the problem is that we're at a high school," you said. "and there might still be staff wandering around. or worse, civilians."

he sighed. "you worry too much."

you shook your head at him. "for someone who is incredibly private, you seem to really want to be caught kissing me."

"as long as i'm kissing you," he stated plainly, placing another on your lips before you could stop him.

"cut it out," you said, looking around. you grabbed his hand, pulling it off your hip as you turned to walk down the hall. "c'mon, you impatient prick."

he laughed, but followed. "where are you taking me?"

"somewhere less public," you said, and jeonghan caught on when you turned a corner and he saw a restroom sign.

you were hardly in the room when he pulled you into him again, barely even letting you peek under the stalls to make sure you were alone before he was backing you against the closed door. you let him dive deeper than before, getting a boost of confidence from the slightly more private location, and you only smirked against his lips when he slyly flipped the lock.

"better?" he asked, a hand on the side of your neck.

you nodded at him, hands sneaking up his chest. "much better."

he smirked at you, running a hand through his hair quickly before holding you by your face, working your lips open. you sighed, your hands falling to his hips, and you felt him smile against you as he adjusted, wrapping his arms around your waist and nudging your arms up against his chest.

"i have to tell you something," he said suddenly, and you stared at his lips as you caught your breath.

"it can't wait?" you asked.

he chuckled. "who's the impatient prick now?"

you rolled your eyes, letting your head fall against the door. "what is it?"

"i cheated."

you gaped at him for a second, studying his dorky smile. "when?"

he giggled. "i pulled your name for tug of war."

"what?" you laughed. "you're lying."

"i promise you, i will never lie when you're in my arms."

your cheeks felt hot suddenly. "so i won the bet?"

"no," he said, leaning into you again. "you didn't have to play against me, so i still won."

"but you cheated," you pointed out, still letting him steal a kiss off your lips. "that's a forfeit."

"we never said that."

"those are standard rules!"

he shook his head, smiling as he let his gaze linger on your lips. "never heard of it."

"ugh, really," you hit his chest, laughing incredulously. "i can't believe you."

"i did you a favor," he insisted. "you didn't want to play, so i said lee eunsong instead."

you eyed him, squinting slightly. "fine. you win."

he grinned. "i always do, even when i don't."

you rolled your eyes again before kissing him, his hands running up your sides. you moaned against him, and he faltered, pulling away slightly.

"you're too much," he said, lips brushing against yours as he spoke.

you huffed. "what do you mean?"

he chuckled, then pushed his hips against you, revealing his already hardening member. "that's what i mean."

you giggled, nipping at his bottom lip and pulling your hand to gently rub over his length. "just from kissing?"

"i've been thinking about you for days," he admitted, eyes shutting briefly in reaction to your hand, but opening them again watch you bite at your own lip. "i've never wanted someone so bad."

"never?" you asked.

he shook his head, snickering into a kiss. "don't get a big head."

you moaned against him, his fingers on the back of your skull triggering an involuntary response. "i was hoping to give it, actually."

jeonghan huffed, and you smiled when his member flinched against your palm. "i'm not gonna stop you."

you giggled, grabbing his shirt with both hands and spinning so that his back was against the door instead of yours, kissing him deeply, getting distracted by his lips against yours before you managed to start sinking in front of him.

"fuck," he breathed, staring down at you as you undid his jeans. "fuck, are you sure?"

you ignored how hard the tiles felt against your knees as you nodded. "i've been thinking about doing this for hours."

he groaned, his skull hitting the door as you kissed at his underwear-clad erection and tugged his jeans slightly off his hips, his hand running through your hair. "is this why you called me an ace?"

you peered up at him, pushing your tongue against the fabric and watching his lips part in response. "maybe."

he smirked down at you, eyes soaked in lust. "i hope we play more sports at shoots, then."

chuckling, you rubbed your hand against him, enjoying the way he gasped at the feeling. "i'll make sure to submit your feedback."

"god, you'll be the end of me," he said, eyes fluttering shut as his head fell back again. you tugged his underwear down, and he helped push the fabric out of the way with the hand that wasn't rooted in your hair, watching with parted lips as you wrapped your hand around him.

your mouth watered slightly, staring directly at his cock in your hand. you had never thought of a dick as pretty, but that was in the only word in your head as you admired the way it curved and the redness of the tip, and you thought it made sense that everything about jeonghan was beautiful. you looked up before you ran your tongue against the bell, smiling slightly when he groaned loudly, his grip tightening against your skull. his free hand pulled the hem of his shirt up, putting it between his teeth and running his fingers through his hair again, staring down at you as you teasingly kissed at his tip. you looked up at his exposed torso, silently cursing as you felt your arousal building fast - of course he was fit. it shouldn't surprise you, but somehow you would never stop being utterly shocked by how perfect he was.

"you're so hard," you commented, pumping his length in your hand.

he groaned again, hissing slightly before he spoke through his teeth. "stop teasing."

you rolled your tongue out, licking up his length once, tasting the saltiness of precum at his slit. "you're not really in charge here."

the shirt dropped from his teeth as he gasped, but he managed to catch it before it fell over his stomach. he swallowed once to gather himself. "you're the one on your knees because i was good at a game."

slightly annoyed, you wrapped your lips around him and quickly pushed yourself over his length once, satisfied by the way his jaw dropped and his head hit the door. using the saliva you left, you pumped him as you drew away, looking up at him sweetly and swallowing. "what were you saying?"

he looked down at you blearily, fingers loosening in your hair and sliding across your jaw. you saw his eyebrows flinching in rhythm with your hand. "you can do whatever you want."

you bit at your lip, smiling up at him, then looking at the member in your palm. you let your tongue meet the tip first before you started bobbing your head over his length, making him let out breathy moans. you wondered vaguely if the building was actually empty, or if someone would hear his uninhibited noises through the door as you sucked him off.

"f-fuck," he panted, planting a hand against his temple as he pushed his hair out of his face, staring down at you. "god, you're incredible."

you felt your pride swelling slightly, pulling off him and twisting your hand around his hot cock, admiring how his hips bucked against your grip. you pumped him, your tongue against the tip as you looked up, making him moan at the eye contact.

"baby, you drive me insane," he muttered, putting his hand back in your hair. "god, i need to fuck you." 

your stomach flipped, and you panted slightly, catching your breath before you continued. "next time. i wanna taste you."

he groaned, then smiled. "next time?"

you nodded, looking up briefly. "and the time after that."

jeonghan's hips pushed against you again, a smirk on his lips. "again and again?"

your response was your mouth around him again, and he let out a low moan, brows pitching as he focused on the feeling. you pulled your hand off him, placing it on his thigh as you pushed yourself as far onto him as you could, the tip of his cock hitting your throat.

his chest heaved. "fuck, baby, just like that."

you moaned over his cock, eyes fluttering shut as you focused on keeping your throat open, his fingers tangled against your scalp. his moans were almost musical as he neared his high, rushing out a quick warning as he felt it approaching. you just groaned in acknowledgment, looking up briefly as he gasped, his eyes screwing shut when he came in your mouth.

his hips jerked into you as he released, and you swallowed around him, putting a steadying hand at the base of his cock as you lapped at the length, making sure to suck him dry, he flinched, letting out a short, airy laugh at the stimulation.

"holy shit," he said, finally catching his breath as he scratched at his brow with a thumb. you grinned and carefully pulled his underwear back over his hips, wincing as he helped you to your feet, your knees creaking slightly. he pulled you against him, kissing you as you whined lightly. "what?" he chuckled. "am i not allowed to kiss you now?"

you just stared at him, eyes slightly bleary from the work you had put in, and he giggled as he kissed you again, slowly pushing you to walk backwards until your backside hit a counter. you exhaled when he finally pulled away, a slightly confused stitch in your brow. "are we not getting dinner now?"

"baby," he said, giving you mischievous smile as his hands running over your hips. he leaned into you, teasing at your lips as he said, "you really thought i wouldn't return the favor?"