#it’s cozy they’re friends dw

[whumpy-wyrms]

🫚, 🍒, and🫓?

from this ask game

ginger answered here!

🍒Cherry - Which two of your Ocs are most weirdly alike now that you think about it?

ASPEN AND ANTON. they’re so weirdly alike just hear me out.

they’re both WEIRD just in general like they’re silly fellas. they both love green, they both love animals and nature, they’re both connected to a specific animal (Aspen likes wolves and Anton likes rats), neither of them like people very much and would be happier living in a whimsical forest forever. they both got the tism and are trans masc, they’re both lonely and touched starved as fuck (but really who isn’t), just in general their personalities are similar. their NAMES are similar.

Anton and Aspen would info dump about literally anything and everything to each other, neither of them would ever stop talking. Anton would find a way to make Aspen a shapeshifter (and not fail this time) so he’d be able to turn into a wolf whenever he wants. Aspen and Anton would go outside ALL THE TIME and they would love going on walks in the forest together and befriend all kinds of silly animals.

Aspen wouldn’t want to leave because his life SUCKED before. as you know, he was a complete nobody and in his canon story, nobody cared that he died at all. so nobody would be looking for him if he was taken as Anton’s test subject, except Lyle, but in this fake au scenario i’m making up right this second uhh maybe she’s there too. or maybe Anton made a clone for Aspen i mean yeah that’s more likely.

no wait. Lyle would be FUN too. i haven’t talked much about her but she’s also weird and silly and unhinged like Aspen so like the three of them would be unstoppable together it’d be so silly wow. wow this is such a fun scenario

like Aspen and Anton are literally PERFECT for each other guys idk what Anton was thinking making that Dew guy his test subject. Aspen was RIGHT THERE. and he’s IMMORTAL

🫓(Idk what this thing is) - Wild card! Tell me your favorite fact or something you want to share about your Ocs or Oc world.

fun fact! while i was writing all that nonsense up there i got an even better idea. so i am maybe writing a tllr and brc crossover au where Anton’s a vampire and takes Aspen (who’s probably not immortal in this but who knows i literally just had this idea just now) as his thrall. currently losing my marbles over this actually

[kingdumkum]

kasey KasEy KASEY !!!

i NEED you to do D, E, and K of the dirty alphabet for Baji and Kazutora 🥵 like… I don’t think you understand how much of a primal need this is 😩🤌

Love you to the moon and back x3 bb girl 🫶🏻💕

dw it's a primal need for me too apparently!

*shouldn’t have to reiterate that they’re aged up, per my RULES, but they are. AU where everyone lives. Baji, Chifuyu, and Kaz have a pet store that, very accidentally, turns into a pet clinic. Kazutora still went to juvie but not because he killed Shin (he survives the attack)—then gets sent back when he gets caught lighting a cop car on fire… with the cop still inside (unbeknownst to him). my real world AU’s are complex. no apologies. i live in a bubble and it’s very cozy here.

D - Dirty (how do they dirty talk? What do they say?)

BAJI runs his mouth. he speaks without thinking, words running faster than his brain —so dirty talk with him goes one of two ways: 1. he starts cocky and arrogant and thinking everything’s by his design. he’s the one stripping you, he’s the one teasing you, he’s the one in complete control. and he demonstrates that by saying the type of thing he knows will rile you up; ’like that, sweetheart?’ and ‘don’t worry baby, I know exactly what you need…gonna give you just what you need,’ and ‘cumming again, really? i haven’t even fucked you proper yet…’ it’s a mix of dirty praise and sweet degradation, bc he’s too smug to control his attitude. but when he actually gets inside you? well… 2. he loses the ability to speak. literally. no matter the position, no matter how many times it’s been, every time Baji buries himself in you for the first time, he loses all higher brain function. the recovery time varies, but without fail, there’s more than a few heartbeats where all he can do is whine your name. breathily moan in your ear. close his eyes tight and try to will himself to last longer than a few weak strokes—and he does. most of the time, at least—but it’s not until you whine his name, fingers digging into the corded muscles of his back, pleading with him to give you more, that he’s able to put on a semblance of the confident, smug, authoritative aura he had when you were at his mercy. it’s Different though; a little shakier. A little less of a cocky tease, and a little more of a pleading question. Same words, different intonation—‘like—like that? yeah, you like that?’ and ‘i know—i know what you need baby, gotta—gotta trust me, yeah? gonna—gonna give it just the way you need…’ and ‘gonna cum for me, sweetheart? y-yeah, me too, gonna cum f’you too…’

keep in mind that KAZUTORA spent the better part of his formative years starved from soft hands and kind words. his version of love was formed by his parents abuse of him and each other, of their neglect and resentment for his very existence. the first kindness he experienced was from a friend who “abandons” him, and while he is able to heal the fragile parts of his mind by the time he’s grown… the lack of ability to grow with people, healthy people who view love as a strength, not a weakness, fundamentally fucks with his vision of what love is, and how to convey it. i can understand why some people might view him more along the aggressive/stern side, and while i am weak for that kind of thing, i can’t see that on Kazutora like 98% of the time. it just doesn’t take into account the mental growth and stability he finds in juvie the second time around (this does NOT apply to jealous/posessive sex, btw, that’ll have him reverting to being teasing and cruel and mean real quick—this applies to the majority of your time with him) SO! that's important to establish so that i can explain how Kaz has the sweetest dirty talk you will ever hear, because there’s no front. there’s no performance or perfection in what he says; what falls from those lips is exactly what he’s thinking, because in those moments of bliss with you, he doesn’t have to hide. he doesn’t have to pretend to be more than he is, moans of your name, pleas to keep going, that usually stuff—but also the praise he’s desperately seeking. ‘you feel like—heaven,’ and ‘never—never knew—someone could feel so good—’ and ‘think—think i fuckin’ love you…’ LOTS of confessions here. lots of accidental i love you’s that really do translate to everything he’s done, even if he’s never able to say it outside the bedroom. he praises you in a way he’s been searching for his whole life, without ever realizing it.

E-Exposed (what is the most daring place they’ve had sex?)

You’d be hard-pressed to find a spot that BAJI hasn’t gotten freaky, but his freakiest dare has been on the back of his bike. he’ll tell you to put on something pretty, take you on a little drive, and pull over—a different spot every time. you’ll watch the sunset, or count the stars, or look out at a brightly lit ocean. he’ll drape an arm over your shoulder, press a kiss to your head, and to anyone who might be driving be, you look like a sweet young couple, stealing kisses and so focused on each other, the rest of the world doesn’t exist. they don’t see the way your panties have been tucked into his belt, or how his fingers prep you just enough so even with his impressive girth, he slides in easy. they attribute the way you hold him close to being cold, or that you’re saying goodbye for a long time, or hello for the first time. they think the way your legs shake are because the bike’s engine is too powerful, and they wonder why a guy like him doesn’t get that looked at. but don’t be deceived by his sweet smile and gentle way he slowly moves his hips; he’s whining in your ear to stop squirming, or someone will see for sure this time.

another horn dog; you say the word and KAZ is yours, however you want him, whenever you want him. he pushes back initially, but only in that sweet, pleading, everything-he-does-embarrasses-him-already kind of way, the are-you-sure-it’s-me kind of way—because he never says no to you. ever. so he goes along with your more wild requests—but the riskiest place that was all his idea? the counter of the pet shop… right before closing. sweet boy didn’t even bother locking the door before he had you propped up on the freshly sanitized counter, your legs wrapping around his hips and his lips attached to your neck in an almost violent manner. he usually has more self-control, these days, but he couldn’t resist then, and when you didn’t stop him… (huge fan of the bathroom quickie, btw—particularly during a slow day when it’s just him and Chifuyu and he knows the latter can hear)

K-Kink (what is their secret kink?)

we all know the obvious for BAJI; marking, exhibitionism (loves to get you off knowing that other people, particularly Chifuyu and Kazutora, can hear), sharing (Chifuyu and Kaz are basically a package deal in this relationship), but something i feel is oft overlooked is mirror sex. not because Keisuke finds himself pretty (though he does), but because when he fucks you in front of a mirror, he can see everything; the way your ass bounces against him, how his cock splits you in half, the pretty arch in your back as you’re on all fours in front of him, the way you go cross-eyed as you feel him in your throat… he never says anything because he knows how everyone will react; they’ll call him narcissist, they’ll assume he likes the way he looks when he fucks, they’ll misunderstand. if he could, he’d fuck you in a room of mirrors, if only to see what you look like from every angle with him buried in your guts.

the idea of family is so strange to KAZUTORA, but he can’t deny the way cumming inside you does something to him. he’s not ready for kids, doesn’t know if he’ll ever be ready (is anyone?), but he damn well knows that as long as you let him, he’ll be filling your sweet cunt up with his load time and time again. the nasty little fuck will eat it out of you, too—and be ready to go for round 2 by the time you’re cumming on his tongue. it’s not much of a secret, except the part where he makes sure you never leave the house without his cum dotting the lining of your panties.

[bellysoupset]

godddddd jonah is the SWEETEST

he’s such a babyyy i love soft jonah so much!!!!! also i see what you’re doing by making him get softer the longer he’s with leo 🥰

adored the domestic vibe of the friendsgiving and recent jon/leo fics btw. every time i finish one of your cozy stories i feel like i got pulled from a warm apartment back into the cold and i always wish i could go back :) (especially with jon and leo) (they’re my favorite couple AND jonah’s my special princess <3) (also i loovveee all the others dw)

was gonna request a drunk jon too how did you know 👀

also i’m kinda stressing out about how to convey to you how much i adored your recent fics and all their little details?! okay ly bye <3

ps. feel like i should mention im a litttld bit tipsy :) my friends got me my favorite beer 🩷🍄

Hi 🍄! I hope you're having fun with your friends darling and that they're spoiling you rotten.

Don't let Jon hear you calling him the sweetest, he'll throw a fit 😂 It's funny you pointed out me making him softer the longer he's with Leo, because I swear it's not intentional! I just figured loving someone makes you want to seem them happy always, so you work through your flaws, and Jonah is not about to let that boy go. He's many things, but dumb is not one of them, so if he has to be more emotionally vulnerable, apologize more often, show affection more... Then so be it.

Thank you for saying my stories make you feel cozy and warm, it made ME feel all warm inside. I'm such a found family girl, it just ends up dripping on everything I write.

[trickstarbrave]

Another thing would be… while they both continue to like, cuddle still even after escape to feel safe and secure neither is sure for a little while if they’re like, “together” or not

I can make the early journey even more tragic of Steren and Vivienne got separated somehow in the ambush. Maybe Steren was wearing blue and unconscious in the snow so they assumed he was dead. So Vivienne thinks Steren is dead. And Steren wakes up to find that town destroyed, goes to riverwood where Vivienne is already cozied up with two hometown ex friends(or maybe lovers) who escaped out of Helgen with him but Steren is told a bunch of ppl were killed by a dragon attack and is left worrying about Vivienne

Dw tho by the time Vivienne finds Taliesan and comes back to town still depressed about Steren he spots Steren leaving the general store after he picked up some supplies and a request for a golden claw to be retrieved. And cue a lot of emotional hugging and crying

Brain: another idea for Steren

Me: you need to STOP thinking up new aus with Steren

Brain: okay but. Him successfully getting yeeted info vivi’s universe. BUT. It’s b4 vivi escaped morrowind. And he gets nabbed by the same brothel madam as vivi and they both decide to get out of there together. Steren assures Vivienne he can escape without him if he wants to as he’s been here and suffered longer but Vivienne can’t help but beg him to come too and they set off for Skyrim together

[pansy-picnics]

just wondering what are some of your new dream/cassunzel/uknighted dream headcanons?

i have SOOOO many omfg OK

- i like to imagine cassandra and rapunzel had like….kind of a confession in peev but it wasnt really discussed in depth nor did they actually untangle their feelings for each other so i dont think they actually get together until cass comes back after being gone for a few years. honestly at this point rapunzel still thinks her feelings for cass are platonic so like💀💀💀

this means when cass DOES leave we cue rapunzels Gay Longing (tm) as she does things that she swears are totally platonic like wearing the tunics she left behind and spending hours reading each letter she sends because she has to take in every word and appreciate every last bit of her essence. she sniffs the envelopes because they still have cassandra’s scent on them and. yeah she’s down bad

and eugene can obviously TELL theres something Not Platonic here. but he can also tell rapunzel doesn’t realize it herself and its not his place to just Tell Her so he has to do his best to urge her in the right direction. he’s incredibly open to discussing it and tells her its ok to process those feelings and figure them out. i think rapunzel having a close female friend would rlly help her understand those feelings and she’s like “OHHH so girls DONT just want to kiss each other on the lips as like a friend thing….huh”. i’m only half joking btw.

in my head i like to see that friend being anna…i rewatched the first frozen movie the other day while i was drawing and i need to draw them sometime bc they hold a very special place in my heart

anyways i like to imagine cass coming home to visit at some point and theres so obviously something Going On between her and rapunzel and it’s SUPER awkward and eugene is abt to lose his mind trying not to say anything. but they figure it out eventually dw

- rapunzel LOVES having little trinkets that remind her of her loved ones and her partners are no exception. before cass left the two of them swapped bracelets because it reminded them of each other and they basically wear them forever… if they ever break or get too worn or anything they’ll make new ones together. rapunzel also has a three banded wedding ring for both cass and eugene. she puts them all on her right hand along with her bracelet from varian, because she’s right handed and likes to see them while shes working and be reminded of her favorite people in the world <33

- cass coming to rapunzel and eugene’s wedding and instead of throwing the bouquet into the air rapunzel throws it right into cass’ arms and winks at her. eugene’s giving her a smug look like “you’re stuck with us now”

- rapunzel’s bed is big enough that sleeping arrangements are easy, though they dont really have anything consistent. they all take turns sleeping in the middle and sometimes some of them end up sleeping separately, like when rapunzel and varian pass out on the couch and eugene and cass don’t have the heart to wake them up

- rapunzel and cass going out to the lagoon together since it’s “their place” but quickly realizing it doesn’t feel the same without eugene there, so they bring him out to join them and now it’s all of their’s <3 they have quiet picnics there for anniversaries and stuff

- before rapunzel started dating cassandra, every year on rapunzel’s birthday (or just sporadically for the fun of it) eugene would her out on boat just like they did when they first met. when cass came along, they realize those boats aren’t really made to comfortably sit three adults, so they sit out on rapunzel’s balcony for their little lantern dates instead

lance, the girls and varian + the 7k kids eventually take note of this and band together to build a big enough boat for all three of them as a surprise, which they’re all thrilled about. when they’re finally able to go out together its super cozy….they all just sit there with raps snuggled warmly between cass and eugene, they’re cuddling and playing with each others hair and eugene has his arm loosely around both rapunzel and cass’ shoulders which is enough for them….augh they’re so soft

- on that note one of my favorite things abt uknighted dream is like just how comfortable they are with one another. eugene and cass may not be romantically involved but they still trust and care abt each other deeply. the combination of platonic and romantic love and just that feeling of being safe with Your People. that’s just what the whole dynamic is abt to me

uknighted dream is abt cass and rapunzel making out on the bed and then eugene walks in wearing only a towel and hes like “where’s my GOOD moisturizer. like u know the one” and cass and rapunzel both pause and look up at him completely unfazed and cass is like “i think lance had it” and eugene just yells “FUCK” and leaves the room and then they casually go back to what they were doing

- cass and eugene spar together often and rapunzel likes to sit and watch while she sketches them… partially for figure sketching and partially just to….enjoy the view

ofc cass and eugene are still to this day amazed with her art and always admire it after the fact while rapunzel’s like “^^; this isn’t even that detailed or like. Good” “WHAT DO YOU MEANNNN THIS IS INCREDIBLE”

- going waaaay back to post movie here, but kind of relating to that, i think gothel never complimented rapunzel’s art. unless it caused a mess it never mattered to her so it wasn’t worth mentioning…because of this rapunzel kind of just assumed this was something Everyone could do and it wasn’t anything important, so when eugene saw her paintings for the first time and was completely blown away rapunzel was so confused. like can you not??? do that??? and eugene’s like NO WHAT?????

rapunzel’s still a bit awkward about receiving compliments relating to her artistic skills but shes learning to appreciate it and her talents a lot more. especially with both her partners constantly showering her in praise and affection

- MATCHING TATTOOS!!!! raps designed this one to get on her thigh and eventually eugene and cass both got one to match <33 it’s forever her favorite of all her designs

- the three of them having tonsssss of visual signals and cues that they send each other during royal events or through big crowds to easily spot each other without having to say anything. rapunzel especially needs these cues a lot of the time since she’s autistic and can easily get overwhelmed or suddenly need to leave the room and eugene is really good at making up bullshit excuses for it if anyone asks

- in parallel to eugene calling her “sunshine”, raps calls cass “moonbeam”

- no thoughts just cass and eugene counting rapunzel’s freckles and trying to kiss all of them. also this image

- rapunzel is VERYYYY affectionate and clingy she’s sensory seeking and has many different love languages. she loves running up to eugene or cass whenever they finish work and throwing herself into their arms. she loves playing with their hair and ambushing them with kisses and surprising them when shes DEFINITELY supposed to be in a meeting. also sometimes she bites people but it’s like out of love so its ok

- i’m just writing down every thought that comes in my head atp but modern au cass and eugene would definitely have a shared playlist solely for songs that remind them of rapunzel

additionally

[realcube]

hq boys with a short! s/o

characters ♡ tsukishima, ushijima, sakusa & suna 

content warning ♡ cursing & mentions of weight 

kei tsukishima

♡ ofc he’ll tease you for it what do you expect

♡ on the bright side though, he won’t put in too much effort

♡ like he won’t hold things above your head bc that requires too much energy 

♡ but if you tease him or try to correct him, he’ll roll his eyes and be like ‘sorry, i didn’t hear you from all the way up here’ or ‘huh? did the spec of dust say something?’

♡ he just thinks you’re so cute when you’re on the verge of being annoyed bc -contrary to popular believe - he doesn’t get any entertainment from you being genuinely irritated or mad 

♡ also, you’re too short for him to use you as an armrest- like he has to hunch over to rest his elbow on your head and that kinda defeats the purpose 

♡ he won’t pick you up in public tho- sorry

♡ (unless you are intoxicated/actually need him too)

♡ if you ask him to pick you up just for fun, he’ll smirk and avert his gaze, ‘no.’

♡ uGh but plz don’t go and ask someone else to pick you up- 😩😠

♡ if you walk away from him and try approach kageyama/yamaguchi, he’ll grab you by your wrist and yank you back, ‘fine, get on.’

♡ in private though, he carries you more often

♡ he finds amusement in how you gasp and squeal when he sneaks up behind you, slips his arms under yours and picks you up

♡ ALSO - this is before y’all are dating btw - tsukishima is 100000% the sort of guy to be like ‘geez your hands are really fucking small, how do you even get anything done? 🙄’ in hopes that you’ll get pouty and/or defensive and ask him to compare hand sizes

♡ ^ that is how he flirts 

♡ and if you ask him to get something off a high shelf in the supermarket for you, he’ll spare you a glance before saying in a monotone voice, ‘how did you survive before you met me?’

♡ and be sure to keep a close eye on the cart or you’ll end up at the register, loading your item onto the conveyor belt then notice that there is Growmore fertiliser in your trolley 

♡ ‘eh? what is this?’ you quirked a brow, confused as to how such an item ended up in your trolley as you didn’t even go to the gardening isle

♡ tsukishima tried his best to repress the smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he turned his head to examine the item in your hand, ‘oh, i picked it up. i thought you might need it for..y’know.’

♡ then he gestured to your vertical stance or lack there of 

wakatoshi ushijima 

♡ he unintentionally treats you like a child tbh

♡ like..no matter how strong/powerful you are-

♡ you could literally be able to deadlift more than him yet he’ll still be like ‘:) wow they’re so fragile and delicate, must protecc’

♡ but he still treats you as an equal- if you know what i mean??

♡ bc although he babys you sometimes, he still knows that you are capable of defending yourself and being independent 

♡ also, he doesn’t treat you like that bc he thinks less of you due to your appearance or height, he does it bc it’s just the way he expresses affection and shows that he cares for you 

♡ that’s how he feels most comfortable being soft around you 

♡ anyway, he likes to place his hand on your head when you’re near him, no matter what either of you are doing 🥺

♡ and his hand is v large :o 

♡ if he’s talking to his friend and you’re standing next to him, hand on head >:)

♡ standing in line at the supermarket, hand on head >:)

♡ y’all are watching a movie in the living room, hand on head >:)

♡ you don’t remember where this trend really started but you recall him doing it before he even started dating you

♡ he doesn’t know why he does it either, maybe just bc it kinda reminds him of how petite you are compared to him 

♡ also he places a kiss on the top of your head before you part ways in the morning :3

♡ omg and one time you stood on the couch and surprised him with a kiss on the head and mans MELTED 

♡ ushiwaka.exe stopped working 

kiyoomi sakusa

♡ he..enjoys intimidating you 

♡ like he makes it a point to stand directly in front of you so he has to look down at you and you have to look up at him-

♡ like he really loves to highlight that height difference ✨

♡ also bc he’s above you, his chin is angled pointing straight forwards while his eyes look down at you 

♡ his intention was to look hot and nonchalant but it was really just unnerving for you 

♡ it made his gaze resemble a glare so you thought he hated you for the longest time 

♡ but dw bc he eventually worked up the courage to ask you out-

♡ he doesn’t tease you too often for being short- the most playful thing he’s ever done in regards to your height was that one time he was standing behind you in gym class, waiting patiently for instructions so he started absent-mindedly using the top of your head as a bongo drum

♡ usually he just helps you with tasks

♡like if he’s out shopping with you and you’re looking at something on a high shelf, he’s pretty observant so he’ll notice quickly then grab the item for you 

♡ or he’ll keep a firm grip on your hand in bustling areas so you don’t get swept away by the crowd

♡ he genuinely feels bad for you lol

♡ he complains a lot about you fucking up his settings in your shared car though lmao 

♡ ‘i could’ve crashed (y/n)-’

♡  ‘that’s your fault for not adjusting the rear view mirror’

♡ ‘i wouldn’t have to adjust anything if your tiny little legs could actually reach the pedals- who gave you your licence?’ 

rintarō suna

♡ you are his personal armrest

♡ and his cushion

♡ and his pillow 

♡ he’s been told he’s short for his position so many times that he forgets that he is actually 6″1

♡ like he must think you are the same height as him or sumn bc he treats you as if he weights the exact same as you

♡ when in reality, he crushes you 

♡ he puts most of his weight onto you when he rests his elbows on your head which makes you lose your balance way too often

♡ if you’re sitting on the couch, watching tv or whatever, there is a 99.9% he will approach you and sit on top of you lmao

♡ ‘what we watchin’, babe?’

♡ nothing anymore, since his back has blocked your view of the screen

♡ once you explain to him that he’s so much taller than you and you physically cannot pick him up or carry his weight despite how much you try, he’s pouty for about a week but then he gets over it 

♡ he now tries to embrace your height difference 

♡ he always wears baggy hoodies when he is at yours so there is enough room for both of you in it :)

♡ honestly he’s ready to give you all of his hoodies if you were to ask lol

♡ he just loves seeing how you are basically drowning in the plush fabric and how cozy you look (❤´艸｀❤)

♡ also his favourite position to sit with you in is where he has his legs crossed and you sit in his lap while he has his arms draped over you shoulders (optional: you slide underneath his hoodie)

[folklorefairyy]

* my all time faves!

celebration post !

this list could be so much longer and there are some amazing moots i have that i havent included or haven’t had the chance to read for (namely bucky since that list is so big dhdhd) and so check out the moots tagged on my celebration post and go check out all their works because they are genuinely amazing)

i might do another of these one day so that i can get more fics on but just know if you’re a moot and i havent included a fic of yours i love your work and i love you and i just think ur amazing

➱ Bucky Barnes

wakanda by @buckybarnesdiaries *

Steve gives you Bucky's dog tags for a reason.

froot loops by @burninmatches // more than just destruction *

bucky helps you during a tough time and maybe your relationship is not just mentor and student.

drunk in love by @burninmatches

you got infected by the love serum and now you’ve fallen in love with one of your closests friends, peter parker. what happens to your boyfriend, bucky barnes?

as long as i’m here, no one can hurt you by @blackberrybucky *

bucky holds you through the sadness

i’d never hurt you by @cap-n-stuff *

bucky x short!civilian!fem!reader who meet in Bucharest with reader as a tourist and as Bucky’s getting his plums reader trips and catches her - a relationship ensues yet the fairytale comes crashing down when Bucky is framed for the UN bombing and Steve and Sam come to get him

innocence by @extremelyblackandwhite

bucky barnes, recently retired avenger, is hired as a bodyguard for an innocent upcoming actress.

warm by @revengingbarnes *

“The fire alarm in our building went off and you rushed out without a coat. Wanna share my blanket?”

period. by @greyslytherin

Bucky Barnes taking care of the reader while she’s on her period

bucky having a nightmare by @cap-n-stuff

imagine bucky having a nightmare and walking into the readers room with a blanket and waking her up asking to be the small spoon

➱ Peter Maximoff

the coolest twinkie by @amourtentiaa *

where the reader discovers they have a mutation and is lowkey panicking and Peter is just there like “BUT THIS IS AWESOME!” and just generally full of encouragement while trying to calm you tf down

adventures in parenting 101: nightmares by @milkytheholy

peter maximoff x reader being new parents and raising a kid in the mansion

ivy by @sunflowergirl522 *

Your mutation is controlling and growing plants. Peter spots you one day while he’s running and makes it his mission to get close to you. You then use flowers to tell him what you think of him without actually saying it.

(just check out zoe’s full peter maximoff masterlist because she’s bloody incredible at writing peter and i need to read more of them!!)

bad behaviour by @free-pool-trash *

Peter x Reader where they’re in the sitcom reality and Billy and/or Tommy get in trouble in school so they ask them to pretend to be their parents so Wanda and Vision don’t find out

convenience store by @quicksilverownsmysoul

you work at the local convenience store, everyday the same, that is until someone speeds by. Someone brings a little more excitement to your life than you bargained for

➱ Pietro Maximoff

the other half by @burninmatches

You and Pietro have been walking through the fine line past friends and before… something else. Perhaps a handful of moments, though the domestic bliss of sharing food to the boiling feelings under your skin, would change everything. 

double sided recipe card by @vanillann *

where the reader tries to cook sokovian food for him because he’s homesick

kiss of life by @dem-obscure-imagines

You are an Avenger with the power to heal. However, you didn’t expect to catch feelings for the man you brought back from the dead.

➱ Peter Parker

sweater weather by @beskar-tano *

You spend a cozy evening by the bonfire with the Avengers and your boyfriend, Peter Parker.

the ship by @itsapeterthing *

you and your best friend and teammate, peter parker, go to a costume party only to discover that everyone believes that you and peter’s alternate super-hero identities are dating.

stuck in my brain by @felicityparkers

whatever music that is stuck in your head is stuck in your soulmate’s head too.

i have them too by @tom-holland-is-spiderman

A headcanon of Peter Parker comforting the reader with stretch marks and they get ashamed of them so they hide their body from Peter making him feel sad.

by the elevator by @peterbenjiparker * (there are two parts to this and the second is linked on the op)

You break your hand after punching the elevator door. But luckily the cute boy is there to help out. You thought you would never see him again but you both keep running into each other by the same elevator.

➱ Thor Odinson

totally not a date by @superficialstark *

in which you go on a double date with tony and pepper expecting steve to show up as a mate date and instead being met with thor who you can’t help but be charmed by

but i just wanna hear your voice by @blackberrybucky

thor comes back after they defeat thanos and tries to make things right with you.

➱ Wanda Maximoff

of taunts and tickles by @beskar-tano *

Wanda spent the past few days trying to cheer you up and bring you out of your dreadful slump. After trying almost everything, she resorted to her last hopeful idea: a tickle fight.

➱ Natasha Romanoff

my girl by @beskar-tano

Natasha surprises you with a romantic date by the lake, surrounded by the beautiful scenery as fall takes its toll on the changing leaves. 

➱ i’d love for you guys to suggest some fics for steve, sam and loki because i apparently don’t know of any in this dodgy brain of mine (she’s not working as i make this dhdhd) - you can also send some in for any i’ve not got too many fics on so far!

i havent written or read for star wars in so long (dw i am still a sw account and i love my sw moots ive just been on a marvel kick and haven’t had time to read many moots fics recently so they’re all piling up lol) and so i don’t think i could come up with a comprehensive enough list given the fact that there’s so many amazing fics coming out each day!

so instead i thought i’d direct you to some accounts that have some phenomenal work that i instantly fall in love with each time!!

➱ @etherealsanakin

poe dameron, anakin skywalker

➱ @xwing-baby

din djarin, poe dameron, star wars oc

➱ @dindjarindiaries

din djarin

➱ @sunsetkenobi

obi-wan kenobi, anakin skywalker, boba fett, din djarin, padmé amidala, rey, luke skywalker

➱ @artiza-n

anakin skywalker, marvel! (namely bucky)

➱ @beskar-tano

anakin skywalker, obi-wan kenobi, boba fett, din djarin, luke skywalker, fennec shand, poe dameron

➱ @anakinswhore

anakin skywalker

➱ @anakinlove

anakin skywalker

➱ @betweentwopines

din djarin, anakin skywalker, padmé amidala etc.

these are just some accounts that i have read regularly or some moots who post for these characters (and i need to get around reading for) but there’s so many more incredible writers for sw on here, some that i’m moots with too, that can self plug here if they want!! (my brain isn’t working today so i can’t think of everyone)

[machine-gun-casie]

Co-Stars

request: Hey cutie! I love your writing and i was wondering if you could write a Pete imagine where he and the reader are in a movie together where they play a couple and he falls in love with her. Pretty please! ♡♡

wc: 2.6k

a/n: i made her the love interest for the king of staten island cuz i just watched the movie and its so good!! but dw no spoilers

You walked onto set with your iced coffee in hand and your earbuds blasting music in your ears. The set for this movie was probably the most fun and relaxing set you’ve ever been on. Except when Marisa Tomei or Steve Buscemi was there. It was only intimidating to you because of how new you were to the acting scene and how iconic they were.

But you had almost no scenes with them, all of your scenes were with Pete for the most part. Technically, you didn’t even need to come on set today. You just couldn’t stop yourself.

“Hey!” Maude called out to you when she saw you, motioning for you to come over. “Didn’t think you were needed on set today.”

“Oh, I’m not.” You replied and shrugged. “But I’ve got nothing better to do.”

“Really?” Maude raised her eyebrows at you. “You’re staying in New York City and you took the free ferry ride to Staten Island? Because you had nothing to do. In New York fucking City?!”

You furrowed your eyes and looked up in thought. “Well, when you phrase it like that…”

“y/n, it’s gonna sound weird no matter how I phrase it.” Maude chuckled.

You shoved her shoulder lightly and laughed with her as you explained. “I have no friends here, I have no one to hangout with.”

“Mhm, okay.” Maude teased you. “So we’re gonna pretend this isn’t about you-”

“Shut the fuck up Maude.” You hissed. “Shut up or I’ll tell your dad.”

“Tell her dad what?” Judd asked from behind you. You jumped slightly as you turned to face him as Maude snickered next to you. “Why’re you on set, y/n? We don’t need you today.”

“Because y/n has a crush on Pete.” Maude sang like she was teasing you on the school playground. 

“Maude!” You snapped at her. “He could hear!”

Judd laughed and shook his head. “Don’t worry, he’s filming.”

“In the firehouse?” You asked and your eyes lit up when Judd nodded. “Thanks Judd!” You yelled as you ran off to the front doors of the firehouse. 

“They really think they’re hiding it?” He asked his daughter.

“I think so.” She nodded, joining her dad in watching you run up the stairs. “If they’re not together by the time we wrap, I might strangle one of them.”

“Not if I do it first.”

You smiled and waved at the firefighters in the station today. Because the firehouse that was being used was still a functional one, the actors and the firefighters all became pretty well acquainted. You skipped over to the back room where you could hear them filming.

Bill and Pete were sitting at the table in front of the camera. You stood over by the sound guys and just watched them play out the scene. 

“What take is this?” You whispered to the closest person to you.

“Fourth.” They replied. “I think we got it, though. Fingers crossed we take fifteen after this.”

You nodded and leaned back to enjoy the show. Your favorite scenes to watch were when Pete and Bill were bickering. It was so clear that they both enjoyed it because they could improvise some jabs at each other. You noticed that Pete absolutely adored including the handlebar moustache during these scenes.

“Cut!” Someone called out. “Everyone take lunch!”

Pete looked around and made eye contact with you when the camera cut, smiling when he saw you. He turned to Bill and said a few parting words before coming up to you.

“Hey, what are you doing here?” He asked, leaning his shoulder against the wall to face you. “You don’t have any scenes today.”

“I don’t.” You nodded. “Came to see you.”

“You just can’t get enough of me, can you?” Pete smirked.

You rolled your eyes and turned slightly. “I’ll fucking leave, Pete.”

“Hey, no no no!” Pete stumbled over his words as he grabbed your arm. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding! Thank you for coming all the way out here for me. I am very very grateful.”

His hold on your arm slowly slid until he was holding onto your fingers, you curled your fingers into his and held his hand loosely. “You better be.” You scoffed. “Come on, let’s go grab lunch.” You gently pulled on your intertwined hands and led him out of the back room towards the front.

“Where do you wanna go?” Pete asked as his steps fell in tandem with yours. 

“You’re the local, you decide.” You looked up at him and swung your conjoined hands lightly in between you. “Surprise me.”

“Oh, so we’re doing romantic type shit now?” Pete laughed, raising his eyebrows at you. 

“Romantic type shit is my favorite, you know this.” You giggled, smiling and playing along. This little act you had going on was strange but somehow comforting. You would go on these ‘dates’ that were never called dates. And neither of you would discuss the logistics. But you both knew. And that’s what was comforting. There was no lying or hiding, just collective evading.

“I’ll take you to this place Casey and I would go to when we were kids.” He paused when he opened the door and motioned for you to go first. You walked down the stairs together and started walking along the sidewalk. “The owner knew my dad, so he used to give us free ice cream sometimes.”

“You think we can get some free ice cream today?” You asked, somewhat joking but also. Free ice cream.

“Not sure, but if he sees you we might.” Pete laughed and shook his head. “Last time I took a date there was during junior year. You should’ve seen his face, he was so fucking happy for me.”

“Junior year Pete was getting laid, huh?” You asked teasingly.

“Pfft, he fucking wishes.” He snorted. “Junior year Pete would pass out if he was here in my shoes right now.”

“I bet he would.” You hummed. “This movie is insane.”

“Not what I was talking about.” Pete said with a tight lipped smile on his face. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, looking at him for an answer. He simply looked down at your interlaced hands.

“Oh.” You smiled shyly, warmth blooming in your chest. “I thought the sappy stuff was my department?”

“I can contribute.” He shrugged as he came to a stop at a crosswalk. “It’s that one over there.” He pointed to the classic pizzeria looking joint right across from you.

“Thank god, I’m starving.” You sighed, stomach rumbling at the thought of food of any kind. 

You walked in and followed Pete as he led you to the booth in the back corner. You peaked behind you to look through the windows at the front and saw what Pete no doubt took notice of before you. A guy with a camera up to his face was on the sidewalk adjacent to the one you and Pete were walking on. Lovely.

The paps were a problem you weren’t expecting to face in Staten Island, but Pete warned you otherwise. They were a hindrance on set, but they were even worse off set. A few times you were followed when you would go to get food on your own or you were heading home for the night. Pete promised you to always accompany you whenever he could after that, not wanting you to deal with the paps alone.

Cozying up in the corner booth, you were almost sure they couldn’t see you from outside. You let out a sigh of relief and leaned back, letting your shoes bump into Pete’s. “So, what’s good here?”

“They’ve got this eggplant tower thing that barely tastes like eggplants. It’s crazy good.” Pete told you, hands going up to show you how big it would be. “Should be good for both of us.”

“Great, we’ll take that then.” You smiled and nodded, glad to not have the anxiety of looking over a menu for the first time and take forever to read through it only to end up with a cheese pizza or something basic like that. 

After flagging down a waiter in the semi busy restaurant and ordering the food, Pete dropped his arms onto the table and looked over at you. “Maude give you shit today?”

“I think she writes it down in her schedule.” You replied and laughed. “I think she means well, though.”

“She’s like my real little sister now.” Pete nodded as he spread open his palm next to your hand on the table. “Her and Casey have joined forces.”

Lifting your hand gently, you traced the lines on his palms with your fingers. “How is Casey? She excited to shoot next week?”

“Yeah, yeah. She’s a little nervous.” Pete replied as he held your hand in his, trapping your tracing fingers in between his. “She’s going back and forth on whether she wants to come or not.”

“No, she should come!” You said, whining at the thought of losing that scene in the movie. “She’s gonna be great. Did you tell her that she’s my favorite character in the movie?”

Sighing, Pete rolled his eyes and nodded. “I did and she won’t shut up about it.”

Lunch included lots of jokes and laughter, with your hand in his the whole time. Neither of you said anything about the hands, or the fact that you trapped one of his legs in between yours under the table. No lying or hiding, just collective evading. 

Both of you only managed to eat half of the truly gigantic eggplant tower, so you decided to have it packed up for later. You called over a waiter, a different one this time who seemed to be a teenager by the looks of it, who clearly recognized you or at least Pete. They quickly nodded and smiled, taking the plate of food from your table and the empty glasses. You saw them skitter off and whisper to one of their colleagues along the way, no doubt telling them that you were here.

“I think we’ve been caught.” You whispered to Pete. He looked over to where you were facing and sighed.

“I think we have.” Pete chuckled. “Watch, Andy’s gonna come out any minute now.”

Exactly as Pete predicted, a tall man with a huge grin on his face came out from the back. He marched over to your table with open arms. “Peter! It’s been so long, young man!”

Pete stood up and gave the man a hug. “Hey Andy, how are you?”

Andy pulled away and gave Pete a heavy pat on the shoulder. “I ain’t any younger pal, I can tell you that.” He said with the heaviest New York accent you’ve ever heard. He sneaked a few glances at you as he spoke, clearly curious. “Who’s your friend, Peter?”

Pete’s cheeks grew a little red as he cleared his throat. “Andy, this is y/n. She’s my co-star in this movie we’re shooting.”

“Co-star? Is that what they’re calling it nowadays?” Andy mumbled as he turned to look at you as you stood up to face him. “Is he treating you good?”

You laughed and nodded. “Of course he is, Pete’s a great guy. You should know, Pete says you’ve known each other since he was a kid.”

“I have, I have. Used to give him free ice cream. I bet he didn’t tell you that.” Andy pointed at Pete accusingly. 

“He did, actually.” You hummed. 

“Good, ‘cause you’re getting some today too.” Andy nodded before turning to face the kitchen. “Sammy! Get me two ice cream cones, mixed!”

“No, that’s alright-” You started before Andy interrupted you. 

“It’s my treat, kid.” Andy said with a kind smile. “For Pete and his co-star.”

With your ice cream cones and bag of leftover food in hand, you and Pete said your goodbyes to Andy as you left the restaurant. You kept close to Pete as you walked down the sidewalk, the same pap from earlier could be seen in the corner of your eye. But he didn’t seem to be following you, so you calmed down slightly. 

“Holy shit!” You gasped when it hit you, eyes wide. “We’re late! I didn’t even feel the time.”

Pete glanced at his watch and saw that it had been way more than fifteen minutes. You had been off set for almost forty minutes at this point. He looked at you and you both paused for a second before bursting into laughter. He shrugged with a frown. “Oh well.”

You continued your stroll in a comfortable silence as you both finished your ice cream. You spotted a little playground hidden behind a few trees as you popped the last bit of the crunchy cone in your mouth. “Look Pete, swings.” You pointed.

“You wanna go on the swings?” He asked and you nodded. “You’re not worried about Judd on set?”

“What set?” You asked with faux confusion. “I wasn’t called on set today.” Pete laughed as he let you pull him towards the swings.

Neither of you were swinging really, your younger self would have been disappointed at your lack of enthusiasm. You were both just swaying next to each other, holding the two chains in between you to keep yourself from swaying too far away. 

“Isn’t it weird how normal people don’t have to make things official?” Pete asked all of a sudden. “With relationships, I mean. If they figure that shit out with each other, that’s it. They don’t need to post something stupid on Instagram or whatever.”

“I guess, yeah.” You nodded. “But who do you consider to be not normal?”

“Us.” He said, eyes downcast at the bag of food he put on the ground between the swings.

You paused to articulate your thoughts. “We don’t have to do anything if we don’t want to. Fuck Instagram. We are normal people.”

Pete laughed at your tone, defensive but not against him. “We are.”

This time you looked down at the ground and avoided Pete’s gaze. “Is this… Is this about us? You and me?”

Pete didn’t answer. His silence on this topic has never scared you until now. Was he thinking of being serious with you? Or the opposite? Was this his messed up way of letting you down slowly? The collective evading was no longer comforting but frightening. Was he just playing around with your feelings while you thought it was a slow start to something you didn’t know you wanted?

“I think I’m in love with you.” 

With wide eyes you looked back up at Pete, seeing the anxiousness in his eyes. “What?” You asked softly.

“I-I wasn’t sure, but then I was talking to-” You cut him off with a kiss, pulling his swing closer to yours and placing a hand on his cheek. He moaned lightly into the kiss and placed his hand on your waist, turning your swing to face him properly.

You pulled away slowly and sighed. “I think I’m in love with you, too.”

That was your first kiss with Pete. The thought made you laugh. “What’s funny?” He asked.

“That was our first kiss.” You said and he nodded. “So you’re saying that you fell in love with me before we even kissed?”

“Yes?” Pete furrowed his eyebrows. “Is that a bad thing?”

“Not necessarily, no.” You shook your head. “But what if I was a bad kisser?”

Pete clicked his tongue and pulled away with a laugh. “You’re not a bad kisser.”

“But what if I was?” You retorted, giggling. “Would you still love me if I was a bad kisser?”

“First of all, yes.” Pete pointed out. “Second, you wouldn’t be a bad kisser.”

“But what if I was?” You repeated.

“We would have lots and lots of practice.”

[jostepherjoestar]

Just had a thought tho what if the child La Squadra member started drawing their imaginary friends and when the crew ask them what the friends are called called the kid replies “sorbet and gelato” while proceeding to show them a drawing that looked like said teammates.

Feeling angsty tonight friends! I don’t write angst that often so pls be gentle 💖✨you all get a nice hug from cozy afterwards dw 😌

La Squadra kid draws Sorbet & Gelato

CW: unprocessed trauma, death, angst (P.S. i do not condone children having to take care of adults and their traumas)

“Hey there, whatcha drawing?” Formaggio casually asked as he walked behind the kid to plop down on the couch, the coffee table littered with pencils and paper while the kid quietly scribbled on their drawing. He didn’t really look at the piece of paper they were working on, more focused on the show he was about to put on. “Imaginary friends.” The child replied in their usual serious tone while leaning over to grab another coloured pencil.

“Cool. You wanna watch some stuff with me or...?” Formaggio asked, not really that interested in the inner machinations of imaginary friends. The silence let him know that the kid didn’t really want to be bothered so the grey haired man continued his watching.

“Formaggio! Come on, we have a meeting! You too kid.” Prosciutto called from the hallway, being answered with a quiet “yeah, yeah” from Formaggio. But he didn’t move quick enough to the blonde’s liking who came striding into the room with a scowl on his pretty face. From where he stood he saw the finished drawing on the corner of the low table, a flash of fear moved behind his eyes, his chest tightened, palms getting sweaty. “What’s that ?” Prosciutto asked in a hasty tone while walking over to grab the drawing. He saw the familiar faces of his former colleagues, one blond and one black haired fellow, arm slung over each others shoulders. “Sorbet and Gelato.” the kid replied while scribbling onto their new drawing. Prosciutto’s heart sank further into his chest, his fist crunching up the sides of the drawing he was clutching onto. Formaggio sat up from his lounging position, his eyes blown wide in shock. He felt a painful churn in the pit of his stomach, the horrible image of his teammate’s bodies crashing back into view. Those awful things he felt the day he found ... god he can’t even think of his name again, the pain it caused him was too much to bare.

“D-do you know who they are?” Prosciutto asked carefully, he knew yelling wouldn’t do them any good, the kid probably saw a picture somewhere right? “They visit sometimes but don’t stay long.” finally they looked up at Prosciutto, his expression trying its best to stay composed, the twitch of his eye betraying him. Without much more said, the blond asked the kid and Formaggio to follow him to the meeting to discus this further.

It was silent, so eerily quiet you’d almost be able to hear the thumping of aching hearts. The drawing set down in the middle of the table, the assassins placed around it, some worse off than others. Formaggio had calmed down but the weight of those two still pressed on his heart. The other men filled with fear and pain, trying to suppress the jumble of emotions. The very men they were told to forget about had made their way back into the room. Risotto stayed seated in his chair resting at the head of the table, his hand pinching the bridge of his nose, brows furrowed in what seemed like anger. The kid didn’t know what to do or what was even wrong, opting to stand where Prosciutto had left them, next to their capo’s chair. The second in command had shakily explained what the child had told him to his superior while the rest of the men listened in. Not really one to speak much but sensing an emotion they couldn’t yet place, the kid wanted to know what was going on. “Sorry.” the little one spoke, not even sure what they were apologising for, they just drew the figures they saw walk around every once in a while, their vague images gliding against the floor, often just relaxing in the sitting room together while the rest of the team was present as well while talking or even fighting sometimes. They seemed to enjoy the ruckus around them.

“You didn’t do anything wrong. It- they’re...” Risotto spoke softly but his tongue felt tied and his head foggy, the pinching on his nose grounding him somewhat in reality. “They were our teammates.” Melone spoke up, still trying his best to even out his breathing but his heart kept hammering in his chest, the tight anxious coil inside not making it easier on him. “They got killed. You don’t need to know more.” he spoke in a hushed voice, like the words would commit the atrocities against Sorbet and Gelato all over again.

“Meeting’s over.” Risotto sighed as he excused the men, leaving them to deal with their troubles on their own, knowing he can’t do anything at the moment. The kid didn’t know what to do, did they have to leave? Their tummy starting to hurt from the whole ordeal, not sure what else could be done. It was only them and Risotto who remained in the room, it felt even colder and emptier now, the tension was still palpable. The tall man slinked out of his chair, dropping to his knees, still towering over the child. A large hand placed on their elbow to offer some form of support, Risotto felt empty, angry even at his own disrepair, for letting down the kid, feeling too weak to say anything. But he had to, he couldn’t just leave them in the dark. “Sorbet and Gelato,” the names stung like needles as they rolled off his tongue. “they were killed by our boss. They did something he didn’t like and they were punished for it. But I won’t ever let that happen again, ok. Not while I’m here.” his tone was steadier than before, remembering the promise he made himself to never let his men get hurt like that again at the hands of his mysterious boss. The child processed the information with care, they knew the job they did had risks, maybe too many for someone their age. Perhaps too grown for their own good.

“They’re ok now.” the child spoke in a soft voice, trying to soothe some of the pain they knew was inside their capo. Risotto met their eyes, searching if they’d just lied for comfort, but he didn’t find a trace of dishonestly in their gaze. Their stoic expression never softens but Risotto preferred it, especially now, afraid he’d break down completely if he saw a single tear roll down their sweet puffy cheeks. “Thank you.” The broken man whispered, leaning his head back down, grabbing onto a small delicate hand, gently squeezing it to solidify his words. The small one squeezed back. Never had a pitiful gesture conveyed more than words ever could.

[zhuilingyizhen]

zhuilingyizhen coffee shop au

I remember I saw someone say that wn always owns a coffee shop in these AUs, and to that I say, yeah pretty much. (ft. wangningxian and jyl x jzx x wq)

Wen Ning owns a cute little coffee shop! He supports his baby cousin, Wen Yuan, for the first couple years.

Wen Qing runs her own practice, for children though, across the street, and three very frequent customers happen to be two Jins & a Jiang, if you get who I’m talking about. 0-0

jl and wy (turned lsz later, long story) probably played a little together as kids but it’s not super important

Anyways, wn’s coffee shop probably burns down or something in a series of arson attaccs against the Wen family. Wq’s practice doesn’t get destroyed though, and she gets some help from a certain extremely rich couple who used to go to her.

But wn is super worried bc his wittle bb cousin is gone 0-0

And then a Yuan runs off and falls into a river and dies.

Jk jk, he almost dies! And loses his memory. He’s about 6 at the time, btw. Some stranger (COUGH WWX COUGH) finds this little baby dRowNinG and saves him, bc ofc only wwx would be suspiciously near a river in the middle of nowhere.

Wwx takes keeps him for a couple days, but realizes that he has no clue how to parent, so he takes him to the Lan orphanage.

(Yes, the Lans run an orphanage and you can take this hc from my dead, cold hands.)

(Seriously, I have so many ideas for this. Ask me.)

(Dw this is still a coffee shop AU!)

Anyways, wwx takes him to his just-a-friend, lwj. Lwj looks at this child and looks at wwx.

He also has no clue who this child is.

But he really goes and named him “to long for”, staring right into wwx’s eyes.

Wwx skips away to annoy his brother or something. Idk.

So lqr, running this orphanage, takes lsz in. He also gives lwj a look when he finds out what this child was named, but... shush.

Since he’s in an orphanage, he takes the Lan name. He also meets Lan Jingyi, who is maybe 7 if this happens after August?

Ljy’s mom was not very good.

Meanwhile wn is crying his eyes out bc his bb cousin probably died in the fire and now he’s sad and it’s all his fault & :(((((

Ofc, being the amazing, bamf older sister she is, wq refuses this response.

She makes wn come work for her now, so yay! They have one less person to support, so it don’t as bad but,, but,, WEN YUAN IS DEADDD :((((((((((((((((((

So sad.

Anyways, jl probably asks once why that kid he used to play with is gone. They attend the funeral, but wn is always on da lookout for anyways who fits the description of lsz.

jl doesn’t remember him that well anyways, so oof. His parents lowkey like wq but jzx is a shy bastard and wq is uselessly gay for jyl so this won’t end up well.

But since this is a lsz-centric coffee shop AU...

Lsz grows up under the amazing teaching of lqr, probably learns an instrument or two from lxc, gets parented w/bunnies by lwj, and uselessly crushes on ljy. Like he does.

And then time skip to him in college, and he wants to start a coffee shop bc it reminds him of his childhood, that he doesn’t remember.

But yeah. Coffee shop AU.

Oyzz, who is jl’s friend goddamnit let jl have friends both his parents are alive, drags him to every coffee/tea shop in the area bc he has an obsession with good drinks. Which eventually leads them to lsz’s cozy little tea shop.

It’s moderately popular, sometimes ljy will sing for entertainment (bc yesss 🥺) and it’s pretty good! Lsz is out of college (so 22, bc he didn’t take a masters) and started the shop, ljy’s doing god knows what (maybe signed a record deal w/ someone who went to the cafe and heard him singing? a dumb luck sorta thing. Or perhaps lxc has a production company :eyes:)

but ljy sometimes helps out or just hangs around the shop.

Anyways, oyzz likes his voice a big lot, befriends ljy, and now jl has to go there every weekend bc he’s whipped for oyzz.

He also gets to watch oyzz and ljy be big gay for each other, so yeah. Huh. jl sorta befriends lsz, bc ofc he does. They’re both a lil sad, but fun!

Also, jl and wn are pretty close now bc jl has wayyyyy too many uncles.

Lsz doesn’t remember wwx, but lwj sure as hell does.

Surprisingly, wwx and wn, going out on a not-date, as just-friends, end up going to the tea shop & wn is surprised at how similar it looks to his coffee shop from all those years ago.

wOw whAt a cOinCidEncE!

jl probably recommended it to wn and wwx, bc ofc he did.

Matchmaker extraordinaire, I say. Jyl and jzx are just 🥺 so proud of their child

But they’re also uselessly crushing on wq, who isn’t usually oblivious but thinks it’s just a doctor-patient transaction.

side plot: wq and jyl go out one night and end up sleeping together and the next morning jzx makes them tea & breakfast and then casually asks how it was and jyl says “it was great” while wq chokes on her tea & is very confused:tm:

Yeah, they get together bc I love background ships.

But wn is kinda sus at how similar it looks. He thinks maybe they went to his coffee shop before, and orders tea. But then he sees the one barista and thinks “wait a second...”

Bc the barista (lsz) looks scarily familiar, he just doesn’t know why. Oyzz is just over in a corner sipping his bubble tea.

One day, after the tea shop closes and the junior quartet are the only ones left, and lsz asks to speak to jl. Alone.

Ljy and oyzz are looking at them like 👀 👀 but they leave together to go to some bookstore or something, idk.

So now lsz and jl are alone. They’re sorta friend-acquaintances, but now jl’s a little confused as to why tf lsz wants to talk to him.

Lsz explains that jl seems familiar (coughiwonderwhycough) and says that he lost his memory at a young age and that wwx found him. jl is starting to put the puzzle together.

Lsz basically asks him out on a date, but neither of them know or think it’s a date, so jl agrees.

They both go there seperate ways, and when oyzz and ljy find out the next day, they realize that they’re going on a date.

Ljy is very excited for lsz!! But what is that pain he feels—

Ofc, they stalk jl and lsz on their date, bc they are stupid and don’t realize they might have feelings for them. At least they realize their feelings for each other. Ljy & oyzz get together!! :))

They’re also oblivious though so they don’t notice a Ling & Sizhui’s :/

Wn ends up taking over the tea shop so lsz can go off and get his masters

Eventually the junior quartet stumble into a relationship ! Hopefully ! it’s really quite a mess until sizhui gets a dna test taken at wn’s request. found family turned actual family is an old trope, but one we will accept <3

[shorkbrian]

ASKS

Hello again, asks are compiled under the cut. Please block the tag #shorkbrian answers a lot of asks# If you’d prefer not to see these types of posts from me. If I haven’t answered your ask, it’s because I’m saving it for a thirst, drabble, or fic.

I don’t ignore asks, but sometimes getting around to them overwhelms me lol. pls accept my apologies lol k here we go

I am very glad, I legit was so scared that it was too long and that it’d be disappointing bc the smut wasn’t super IN YOUR FACE yknow? But man am I glad to hear that.

I’m looking directly @ you

Someone noticed omg!!!  A lot of times I just put whatever song I played on repeat while writing that fit, but I have a *yandere* playlist that I listen to and it gets me going. Ty for noticing!!!

I’ve considered opening them permanently but I just... idek. I’d have to start deleting or ignoring the requests I don’t vibe with and Idk how to handle that lol. But thanks for the well wishes, hope your next few months treat you well friend!

Watermelon sugar why

Srsly you’re sweet but just wait until I start to really get going with all my nasty kinks okay, then you’ll be rethinking this strategy hunty lol!

I literally stalk @.vermiliren and @.kazooli and @.seita lol. Maybe when I get my blog more cleaned up, I’ll create a list of creators that I enjoy, along with fic recs. For now, here’s a link to my AO3 bookmarks which I read one like almost every single night bc I’m a horny gremlin.

I am the shark king. Sharks are my thing bro u don’t even know. I love them so much, they're dumb and big and beautiful and yeah I wish I was a mermaid who got to swim with them. Also I changed it bc I’m trying to make my blog more *professional* and all that so I can start being taken seriously askjakjdf

Compliments suck, if I'm being down and out honest. This does not bother me at all, I’m just unsure how to respond. I think I would prefer no comments, but I’m trying really really hard to just say “thank you!” and move on before I get uncomfortable. Having to fight with someone about how I perceive my self worth is exhausting, and especially so for the poor person that was just trying to say something nice and be nice to me. 

They do make me quite uncomfortable my dear lad/lassie/lasso. Say what you wish in the tags tho ! I don’t really reply to those, so there’s no pressure on me to have to say something back. I do however, see all the tags ppl use and some of them make me laugh so hard cause they’re so spot on, and it makes my day. like “Mark me down as scared AND horny” and “Bakugou better be able to bench 165 cause imma throw my fatass in his mf lap” and it kills me.

I SCEREAMED AKDHGSYDGASJSD this is the only format I'll be taking asks in now, no compliments just a yes/no answer to if my works help u cum god bless

you used the /gen!!!!! IDK what these are called but the /S and /gen and /J save my life!!!!

Frick you’ve figured me out, I do try to put like a nail-in-the-coffin sentence at the end. A lot of times it never works right, but I cannot for the life of my figure out how to end a single post ever. If anyone knows hmu pls ty

(Also ps I checked out ur blog cause yans are my jam and it is very much Not garbage!!)

That’s very kind of you, but pls don’t stay up past midnight it’s bad for ur Brian you’ll make bad decisions bro trust me all of my stuff is written after midnight

You will lafff..... but I will tell anyways..... I was prescribed a “life coach” after I got out of the hospital, which was really just a poorly disguised softcore “make sure u don’t yeet urself” type of thing. He had me write down things I liked about myself, and when I returned the sheet of paper still blank, he wrote stuff down for me. Like five sentences of “My hair and skin are unique and special” “I like animals and enjoy being kind to them” “I am worthy of respect” etc etc. and I had to look in a mirror twice a day and say those sentences to help “boost my self worth”. It sucked so bad dude, and I like got upset about it every time it came up, until finally my therapist was like “... this aint doin this sad bitch no good” and my parents got designated for yeet watch instead.

I know, logically, that (the majority of) people are not purposefully taking time out of their day to make me feel bad. They're trying to be encouraging and loving, and I appreciate it so much. But like... what do I say? If I say thanks, it’s almost like acknowledging what they're saying as true, and I can’t live with myself thinking I’m more than I am. I’m sorry you’ve had experiences that make compliments difficult for you also, I understand bro and I hope that your future holds healing and peace for you. 

Hopefully I won’t vent as much anymore lol, I’ll try to do that on my sideblog where I reblog really trigger-y memes akjdafhkjf. But thank you for your kind words bro, they’re appreciated and put in a nice lil jar.

Ah dw! This doesn’t sound like a jab. I think all of us r so sad n depressed and feel unworthy of love, so the fantasy of a Yan coming and forcing it on us and not leaving even when we lash out is just..... so attractive my heads gonna explode

me, thinking about kiri at any given moment like:

I have the next Hybrid! Kiri fic like lined up, but I’m so demotivated be I was SO CLOSE to finishing, and then wiped my computer like an IDITO

Waso, I’m taking horseback riding lessons bc my mom went:

and my grandpa told me that one of his horses was named Awaso and I immediately thot of u fun fact. But you’re so very kind, and I enjoy seeing you in my inbox. I’m never tired of u homie. You are loved and important, and it’s not an illusion. Even random strangers on the internet can feel soft towards you bro, and dats me, I’m the random stranger that likes u.

So I took Russian for a year, my dear friend, because I wanted to see if the language myth of “Russian is the hardest, Korean is the easiest” was true. I would say yes. So instead of like translating this and typing out a coherent response, I’ve resorted to google translate I’m so sorry but Виктор мог плюнуть мне в глаз, и я бы поблагодарил его. Also, the way Vitya is written in cryllic makes my heart swell it looks so cozy idek what I mean by that but it does? I treasure you man, hope to see you around in the new year and maybe??? we be good friends

Can any year be good when Kirishima Eijirou doesn’t exist?

cryface;;sad.jpg

I just imagine anyone who comes across my stuff, sitting at their computer shocked and slightly horrified, maybe turned on like

Daddy Aizawa makes me

Wait!! I have something to aid your troubles!!

ur welcome now u can be horny whenever you’d like 

pls every time we talk about Kirishima I have to act surprised like 

LISTEN BBYGORL I have had therapist Suga in the works since *checks notes* November. I am excited for it yeahhhhhh but sadly, I don’t think I will be continuing piano teacher Suga. The story is petered out in my mind, idk where it would go. Therapist sugarbird tho? We have some thots about this. Coming soon to theaters near you

[regenderate-fic]

In the Meantime

Fandom: Doctor Who Ship: Thirteenth Doctor/Yasmin Khan Characters: Yasmin Khan, Thirteenth Doctor Rating: Teen Other: Canon Divergence Word Count: 1,721 Crossposted from AO3. Originally posted on 20 November 2021. Link to original.

Summary: With a snap of Swarm's fingers, Yaz is sent three years into her future, where she's on a date with someone she likes very much. That is, until the Doctor drops in mid-kiss.

Spoilers for Once, Upon Time. Canon divergence where Yaz's time stream looks a little different.

NOTES: answering this prompt from not-mandip in the dw creators discord: "Yaz is somewhere in her future kissing someone and she’s like WHO THE HECK IS THIS and 13 teleports there and they kiss instead"

Three— two— one— Yaz is standing, stock-still, on a pedestal— Swarm’s finger twitches— Yaz watches in horror as the Doctor jumps, pulling Dan with her— and then—

--

Yaz is on a date. She doesn’t remember how she got here, but she recognizes the place: it’s in Sheffield, a little cafe downtown. She came here with the Doctor once, and Ryan and Graham. They had a lovely lunch before setting off on their next adventure.

The Doctor— the Doctor. Yaz remembers, fleetingly, the Doctor’s leap, Swarm’s point— is this what all of time coursing through her feels like? Has the Doctor done something to make it more bearable? Yaz looks at the woman sitting across from her. For a moment, she can't quite place her, but then she remembers: Jolene being assigned Yaz's partner on the force. The two of them getting closer through their work. Getting coffee together before work. Lingering after. Jolene finally asking her out one day. It all tumbles into Yaz's head as if it's always been there. She blinks. She could swear that a second ago, she was twenty-two, standing in a strange space station. But that can’t be right. She’s twenty-five. She’s been back in Sheffield for three years now. She remembers the three years. She’s moved up in the force, made new friends, gone new places. She hasn't seen the Doctor in ages. But— something is off.

“You all right?”

Yaz jumps. Why was she thinking about the Doctor? She’s not with the Doctor anymore. She hasn’t seen the Doctor in years. She’s here, at a restaurant, with Jolene, who’s looking at her with mild concern on her face. Yaz must have zoned out.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” she says, stabbing at her salad with a fork. “Sorry. Just tired, I expect.”

“Long week?” Jolene asks sympathetically.

Yaz nods. And then she blinks, and suddenly it’s dark and she’s standing outside her building, Jolene next to her. It’s dark out. For a second, she thinks something is wrong— didn’t they take Jolene’s car to the restaurant? Hadn’t Jolene picked her up outside of the flat she moved into two years ago, and hadn’t Yaz gotten Jolene’s text and rushed out to greet her, sliding into the passenger seat? She must have misremembered. She looks at Jolene next to her and speaks over her nerves to ask, “D’you want to come up for a drink?”

“I’d love to.” Jolene takes her hand, and Yaz feels something warm and hesitant in her chest.

And then she blinks, and suddenly she’s sitting next to Jolene on the sofa in her living room, a drink in her hand and Jolene’s arms around her shoulders. She looks around, trying to remember walking up the stairs, pouring the drink, sitting down on the sofa… but she doesn’t. She looks at Jolene, who’s looking at her.

“Can I kiss you?” Yaz blurts. The moment seems right, after all— they’re all nice and cozy in Yaz’s flat after a successful date. There’s not exactly a better moment.

“Thought you’d never ask,” Jolene says with a smile.

All of a sudden, Yaz is nervous. She’s kissed people before, of course; she’s twenty-five, for goodness sake. But it's been a while, and something still feels off. That's to be expected, she decides. She really doesn’t want to mess things up with Jolene. She sets down her drink on the end table, already feeling her palms starting to sweat. She turns towards Jolene, who is still smiling at her, and she leans in.

There’s something magical about a first kiss. Jolene’s lips moving against Yaz’s, pulling Yaz closer, Yaz shifting to face Jolene fully, resting a hand on Jolene’s waist, Jolene’s hair brushing against Yaz’s cheek, and Yaz pulls her closer, kissing her harder, and Jolene is kissing her back— until she realizes. Something's not right. Jolene’s hair is buzzed close to her head; it can't be touching Yaz's cheek. Frowning, Yaz opens her eyes to see— pale skin? That’s not right either. Jolene’s skin is a deep, dark brown. And her eyes are definitely not the hazel Yaz is looking at now. But Yaz would know those hazel eyes anywhere. She jumps back.

“ Doctor? ” she yelps. “What are you—”

And then it’s Jolene again, with the same buzzed hair and dark brown skin as always.

“Yaz?” she asks. “Are you all right?”

Yaz looks around. The Doctor is nowhere to be seen.

“Yeah, sorry,” she says. “I thought I saw something.” She shakes her head. “Sorry.”

Jolene gives Yaz a wary look, but when Yaz leans back in she doesn’t protest. She lets Yaz kiss her, threading a hand through Yaz’s hair, and Yaz lets herself get lost in the moment again, thinking about nothing but Jolene’s breath against hers, the softness of Jolene’s lips. This time, Yaz is on alert, and when the change happens, she feels it immediately: the Doctor’s face shape is different, she realizes, her jaw wider, her cheekbones lower. Her lips are still soft, of course— softer than Yaz would’ve expected. Not that Yaz has thought about it. She jerks back.

“ Doctor! ”

“Yaz!” The Doctor’s voice is high-pitched and desperate. “I’ve been trying to get through—”

And then she’s gone, replaced with Jolene again.

“You’re sure you’re all right?” Jolene asks. “You seem kind of out of it tonight.”

Yaz tries for a smile. “Just nervous, I suppose.”

“If you say so.” Jolene still looks skeptical. “You’re sure you’re ready for this?”

“‘Course I’m ready!” Yaz insists. “Wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t ready.” She’s not sure Jolene is convinced, but when she leans forward again, Jolene meets her in the middle, so she can’t have screwed over her chances that badly. She rests her hand on Jolene's waist again, feeling Jolene's hand against her cheek— until she feels Jolene shift and change into the Doctor again. She snaps back, pressing her lips together and ignoring that the Doctor tastes distinctly like custard creams.

“Seriously?” she groans. “C’mon, Doctor, I was getting somewhere here!”

The Doctor ignores her. “Yaz, listen,” she says, staring Yaz down with characteristic focus. “I’ve hidden you in your own time stream. I’m working on getting everything back in order. Stay put.”

“That’s all you have to say?” Yaz asks. Suddenly it comes back to her: the Mouri and the Doctor leaping onto the pedestal, Swarm snapping his fingers. She blinks, disoriented. It’s been three years— but it’s also been three minutes. And now the Doctor is here, crashing Yaz’s date. “Doctor, tell me what’s happening.”

“Not sure how much time I have. I’m spreading myself thin.” The Doctor leans forward, and then she’s Jolene again.

“Yaz, what—”

But then Jolene flickers, and the Doctor is back.

“Sorry, too much going on.” She stands up, pushing a hand through her hair. “Too many time streams happening all at once. Can’t be everywhere, can I? It’s been tough to get through to you, too. Harder than the others.” She stops and looks right at Yaz. “Something is wrong with your time stream.”

“My time stream?” Yaz shakes her head in disbelief. “What’s wrong with my time stream?”

“Don’t know yet.” The Doctor tilts her head to one side, then the other. Yaz tries not to look at her lips. “Been trying to figure it out, but I’m a bit busy. Got all of time running through my head, you know. Harder than it looks.”

Yaz opens her mouth to reply, but before she can she hears a static noise coming from her TV. It shouldn’t be on— she and Jolene weren’t watching anything— but when she turns she’s met with the glow of flickering black and white dots on the screen. Her TV is secondhand, but it’s not that old. It shouldn’t be staticky like that. Yaz blinks, and the image crystallizes into a statue of a winged figure with hands over its face. She looks at the Doctor, who’s staring down the statue.

“Don’t look away,” the Doctor says, her voice low, her gaze fixed on the TV. “Don’t blink. The angels are messing with your time stream.”

Yaz looks back at the statue— the angel? It’s flickering on the screen.

She blinks.

The angel is right in front of her, arms spread. Its eyes are blank stone. Yaz didn’t see it move. She shrinks back in her seat.

“Yaz!” the Doctor yells. There’s only one thing Yaz can think to do. She grabs the remote off the end table and pushes herself to her feet. It takes two long steps to get around the angel to the television, and then with her back to the screen she shoves the remote through it. She hears it shatter, and the angel disappears, revealing Jolene, staring at her with raised eyebrows.

“Yaz?” she asks.

“Sorry,” Yaz says, rubbing her forehead. How is she supposed to explain this? “I think I’m just tired.” Inwardly, she groans. She’s beginning to think she’s messed up her chances with Jolene.

And then the world falls away.

--

The light in the Mouri’s chamber hurts her eyes, and she closes them against the light, stumbling. She hears the Doctor’s voice protesting— asking to be sent back into the time streams— that can’t be right. Without even thinking, Yaz rushes to the Doctor’s side, holding her by the shoulders and telling her everything’s okay. Her other time stream already feels like a dream, something she half-remembers… but she can’t shake the feeling of the Doctor’s soft lips on hers, even as the Doctor wrests herself away from Yaz, even as she snaps at Dan. Yaz steps in time with her to pilot the TARDIS, sneaking glances and wondering— what does the Doctor remember? What did she feel? Did she mean to kiss Yaz back?

But the Doctor is clearly in no mood to talk, so once they drop off Vinder Yaz retreats to the steps of the TARDIS, watching the Doctor move around the console room. Part of her wants to ask the Doctor about it, but she knows the Doctor would never tell her what she really thinks. Besides, the whole universe is unraveling; it’s not exactly the time to chase down a crush. Yaz leans back with a sigh. She might never get the answers she wants. But that won’t stop her from wanting.

[skelemira]

GIVE THE UL SNAS AND ROWAN LORE PLS PLS PLS I NEED THIS

OK FINALLY DONE WITH ART AND ON THE BUS HOME LET'S *DO THIS*

But before I start I should say this is not my characterization, it's actually how my bestest friend @hyacinthlanes characterizes him (she's also the one who drew my pfp btwwwwww I love you Saphhhhhhhh)

Aight so these two motherhuggers are the cutest fRICKING couple you ever will see. So I actually lowkey uh forgot how they met, I don't even think I set it in stone, I think I started writing a oneshot about it and then just straight up didn't finish it lol but I think I'm gonna go with that they meet at Muffet's.

(btw when I refer to Sans and Papyrus hereforth I mean UL Snas and Paps)

So Paps has a bit of a sweet tooth, nothing major just a bit of a craving for pastries now and then, and he knows Muffet is good about not making her pastries with an ungodly amount of sugar, so he pops by every once in a while. So one time he goes to Muffet's and he sees a new waitress. Now Muffet has *never* hired somebody to help her, so that immediately caught his attention. He noticed that she was a little bit awkward, clearly new to waitressing, and a little bit clumsy every now and then, though she seemed a bit more fearful of Muffet when she made mistakes than he thought was brought on by Muffet being a spider.... Especially because Muffet seemed to be acting extra sweet to the waitress. The waitress eventually got to him, asking for his order before stopping herself and apologizing, introducing herself as Rowan and then asking for his order again.

He brought out all the charm he could, and by the end of the conversation he had even coaxed a giggle out of her. It wasn't even much of a giggle, and she quickly stifled it, but he knew in that moment he would do anything to hear her full blown laugh. (In a completely platonic way, dw there is no jealousy. Though perhaps it might go a different way in an au 👀👀👀)

He went home and Sans noticed he was much more upbeat than normal. Usually when he went to Muffet's he was happy but he would go straight for a 5 mile jog to "burn off the sugar", but this time Paps just went into the kitchen to start prepping for dinner, humming merrily.

Eventually Sans pried it out of Paps about the new waitress and how adorable she was, and you just KNOW Sans is a sucker for adorable things so he decided to pay Muffet a visit (though he would definitely get Grillby's after to "atone").

Yeah so uh it took a couple of weeks for him to get around to going to Muffet's, not that he was dreading it, he just takes his sweet time to do something he says he's gonna do.

He steps one foot into Muffet's and curses under his breath.

Because he sees Rowan tentatively confident, making a joke with Muffet as she wiped down a table, and the ensuing giggle had a burst of magic zip through him, apparently so much that Muffet paused in her laughter, her gaze going to him and raising one eyebrow.

(I really just ended up writing a whole thing huh XDDD)

He saw a glimpse of that confident radiance peeking through the walls that seemed to be slowly crumbling and he became resolved to break them down, if just to see what was hiding behind them.

It started with him trying out various comedy routines as she took his order, anything to hear that giggle again (oh my stars she likes *puns*), and it eventually turned to flirting (her blush is *adorable* and he loves it more than anything) which eventually turned to him asking her out. She said yes <3 (obviously lol) and they started going out.

So obviously my boi Sans has some trauma, we hc him here as asexual, but I mean either way being forced to be in constant heat is gonna have some nasty consequences even if you weren't asexual, plus he feels like in other people's eyes he's been reduced to just sex, plus a lot of other stuff that I'm not going to mention bc that's Saph's territory lol (Btw forgot to mention Rowan is panro-ace like me <3 bc self indulgence XDDD)

So having a girlfriend who is also asexual and doesn't *at all* expect sex or even really want it most of the time if at all and who's basically like a best friend but also romantic is just. Exactly what he needs. Their dates are just the cutest and they both understand the other has trauma so when one has days where the "air is heavy" (basically days where it's hard to move or hard to breathe, like the air is too heavy to move through etc) the other is just there for them. ANYWAY they're too cute your honor

So eventually they move in together, think cottagecore and you've got basically Rowan and Oberon's house, they're adorable and their home is so cozy.

There are so many little moments that are just adorable I can't even think of them all but eventually they get married.

I love. Their wedding okay.

Like have you seen that post of a couple that invited their friends to a party they said was a costume party but it was actually their wedding? Yeah that's them. Except the people know it's a wedding, they just can wear whatever the heck the want, the wackier the better. Their wedding is outdoors and full of shenanigans and laughs and I don't quite remember who I had officiate, it might've been Grillby or my friend's sona, but ik Muffet was the maid of honor.

Tho since they shared so many friends it wasn't really a split situation, the wedding parties were all just kind of mixed together. Rowan was barefoot and it was by the edge of a forest so it was very nature-y (Rowan gardens like a LOT I mentioned it like offhand in the last post).

Super super cute.

Now RANDOM TIDBITS

Sans' favourite food is apple pie. Why? Because Rowan smells like apples. (Or it's her scones bc goshDANG they are good).

Rowan's favourite color is the purple of Sans' eyelights.

Sans (with Papyrus' help) builds Rowan a greenhouse with floating pink magic lights and it's the most romantic fricking place ever.

When their relationship is first starting to get serious, they plant a tree together (a Rowan tree aha). (If/when they have kids, the kids would play underneath that tree).

Sans' favourite colour is the red of Rowan's hair (it looks pink in the picture but it's kind of a pinkish red, like a pink lady apple).

Rowan and Papyrus have such a good relationship with each other man. Like when Paps finds out Rowan is drinking **EVERCLEAR** every night he is like absolutely Not you uncultured swine (affectionate) and so he starts up a Wine Night with her. Every Thursday he brings a new wine for them to try while maybe doing a puzzle or just chatting or baking or something. Together they become wine connoisseurs (bro I spelled that right the first time without autocorrect look at me go)

Ok I'm rambling at this point but uh yes <3 you're also free to ask me random questions about these two if you'd like!!!! Thank you so much for the ask Hyper beloved <333333 literally Saph is like almost the whole reason UL Sans is my husband now lol.

[sombreboy]

Love Maze »17

Previous  » Next Series Masterlist ▎ 18+ ▎ pairing: Taehyung x Jungkook ▎ genre: School AU, crack humor, smut, angst, ETL, slow burn, fluff. ▎ word count: 3.6k ▎ ch.warnings: cursing, some angsty themes, smut/unprotected sex (jisoo x jk sorry not sorry again), they’re both a mess and everything is a mess but dw they’ll figure some shit out soon enough. 

Co-writer: @velvetwicebang​​​​ ♡♡♡

“Okay, something’s definitely up.”

Hoseok snorted, “Yeah, Jimin’s dick when he talks to that dud—“

The smaller boy harshly elbowed Hobi on his ribs, unfazed as the elder hunched over with a grunt.

“Guys, take this seriously.” Namjoon sighed, stretching alongside Hoseok and Jimin, looking over at Taehyung from a distance. The couple hadn’t shared a single word since this morning— much less a sappy glance!

Tae seemed like he’d been crying all night, eyes puffy from the tears shed onto his pillow.

“You think they ended things? I mean, they were— Oh, hey Jungkook!” Namjoon forced a strained smile, trying to appear lowkey about the situation.

“We were just talking about... Jisoo! Uhm, you still mad?”

Fucking hell, Joon couldn’t seem to give himself a break, can he? He’d once again cornered himself.

Jungkook was caught up in his own train of thoughts until Namjoon's voice broke him out of it, the sudden halt in his steps obvious to all. His eyes widened at the mention of Jisoo, and suddenly his eyes flickered between everybody until they landed on the floor, his long curls falling over his eyes,

''Uh,'' He shrugged lightly, ''She's fine.. Uh, she's good. Don't worry.'' There's no way he'd tell them what had happened last night... He looked up at Namjoon and gave him a lopsided smile, ''All forgiven.''

Namjoon wasn't sure what he expected, but surely it wasn't that response. He rubbed at his nape, nodding once, twice,

''Okay, great..? Ehh, alright-- let's begin!''

The other men groaned, they really wanted answers. But it was obvious that right now wasn't the time, maybe during breakfast? Would the boys sit next to each other?

Jungkook stayed close to the group as they began, his eyes finding Taehyung eventually-- and his chest felt like it was being stepped on. It was hard to breathe... So, he looked away, deciding he would ignore him. That was what Tae wanted after all. So, he shouldn't even feel guilty for what he did with Jisoo...

Kook clenched his jaw, shrugging his thoughts off, replacing them by focusing on practice with everything he's got, going hard until he was a breathing mess drenched in sweat.

~

Taehyung snuck outside during breakfast, perched high up on the bleachers. It was his only doable option for a spot if he didn’t want to be a part of Yerin’s circle..

‘You’re gay? We should totally gossip about guys!”

“Oh my gosh, I have these face masks.. amazing!”

They had the audacity to invite him over to a sleepover. A fucking sleepover!

Tae sighed in defeat, closing his eyes as he indulged himself in the morning’s cool breeze.

Now that he was more at ease, he went over his options once again.

If he sat with his friends, Jungkook would be there.

Sitting with Kai and Haechan was out of the question— obviously. They stared him down like he was some freak every time they passed him in the crowded hallways, succeeding at pointing him out from the rest.

That’s how Taehyung felt, like an elephant surrounded by wild birds. He felt stuck while everyone else had the option to fly away.

“Fucking sucks..” The boy groaned, trying to stay collected throughout all of this.

It was easier said than done.

~

“So.. Jungkook?” Jin mumbled through a mouthful of cereal, taking notice of the empty seat that was normally reserved for the younger’s boyfriend. “Where’s Taehyung? Is he a ghost or something..” Jin chuckled a bit at his own joke, slurping another spoonful whilst his curious eyes were trained on Kook.

Jungkook munched his sandwich, this time around he didn't feel like eating any sweets at all. The marshmallows would just taste... sour in his mouth at this point.

Jin's question had the younger glance over at the empty seat, replying with a shrug,

''I don't know.''

Jin stopped mid-slurp, eyes widening a bit at the nonchalant response from their youngest.

''You guys fight?'' Yoongi asked, blunt as always.

''Uh....Yeah.'' Jungkook took another bite off his sandwich to avoid speaking further.

''Why?'' Jin chimed in once more.

''I don't wanna talk about it right now, okay?'' the younger groaned, pushing himself off the table, ready to leave.

''hey, hey, wait-- you don't have to, we just worry, okay? You guys go on and off so much lately.'' Jimin raised his hand to try to get Kook to sit back down, for once looking up from his phone.

Jungkook shrugged once more. ''We're done. Don't worry about it.'' He left it at that, even if he just said he didn't wanna talk about it. He picked up his tray and left, a deep sigh pushing through his lips. He knew it was true-- but saying it out loud was... Harder than he thought.

He left the dining hall to go grab a banana milk from the vending machine, impatiently tapping his foot against the floor as he waited for it. When it finally dropped, he grabbed it and headed to sit outside of the building until the next class and sip on his drink, for once his eyes were glued on his phone. Jisoo had texted him a photo of herself and Yuna, the two girls bringing a smile to his lips.

Maybe it wasn't all that bad.

~~~

Jisoo waited patiently in her apartment, gaze occasionally switching between the tilted clock on her wall and the TV. It was an hour past the time school usually got dismissed.. Jungkook should be home, right?

The woman felt like such a creep, but her desire to see him was much stronger after last night’s events. She even went out of her way to buy condoms, if that didn’t scream ‘desperate for you to fuck me’ Jisoo didn’t know what did.

Even if they didn’t end up having sex, the woman would be perfectly fine with doing nothing. As long as she was next to Jungkook.

“You can do this, Jisoo..” She hyped herself up, grabbing the container of leftover soup.

The girl stopped in front of Jungkook’s door, knocking on it a few times.

Her heart was beating really fast, it was embarrassing..

~

Jungkook put his playstation controller aside as he heard the knock, getting up to saunter towards the door. Part of him already knew who it could be, and peeking through the small hole he was right. He fixed his hair up, well-- as far as good would go with his long curls, combing through the mess with his fingers a few times. He'd changed into comfy attire as he got home; a deadly combination of grey sweatpants and a fitted v-neck.

''Noona!'' A wide smile through closed teeth greeted Jisoo as he opened the door.

“Hi!” The woman saluted back, meeting his level of enthusiasm in her voice. Her face, however..

She took a double take at Jungkook’s outfit, jaw permanently going slack. He looked cozy enough to cuddle with, that’s it. Jisoo really shouldn’t make it this obvious..

“Uhm..” The flustered girl tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear. “I just wanted to give you this.” She extended the container of last night’s soup out to him, figuring Jungkook would enjoy it more than her. It was a blessing that the younger praised her cooking, but Jisoo wasn’t too confident in her choppy skills.

“So, yeah.” The woman stuck around, rocking back and forth on her feet.

“Without Yuna home, I had the chance to do a lot more stuff.”

She breathed out, looking up at Kook to see if he got the shitty hint.

“I-I cleaned? Actually managed to set up the kitchen.. it was a productive day!— because Yuna’s at my sister’s place..”

Jisoo poked her tongue against the side of her cheek, stifling a little smile.

She was making it so obvious, wasn’t she? The woman failed to feel embarrassed, though. It was Jungkook she was talking to, he was like family..

Jungkook grabbed the container, his face lit up with excitement at the mere thought of food that wasn't microwaved instant noodles.

"Ahh you're the best noona...." he gave her a toothy grin, and it faltered as soon as she mentioned that the little child wouldn't be around for now-- he did miss her.

"Okay, well, do you want to... come inside? I have to put this in the fridge.." he cringed internally at his lame attempt at inviting her. "I don't think you've really seen my place much anyway-- it's not that impressive, but.."

With her hands tightly clasped in front of her, Jisoo willingly followed Jungkook inside.

The woman pivoted around in her spot, the background sound effects from the PlayStation making things less quiet.

“Woah, it almost looks like my apartment!” Jisoo laughed, studying her surroundings a bit more. The hole in the wall was a little hard to ignore, but she didn’t bring it up.

All was still too fresh, that was her best bet.

Jisoo met him in the kitchen, leaning against the counter as she watched him put the container in the fridge. It made her happy that she was able to help out in any way..

“I missed you.” The older woman suddenly blurted out, “I mean.. you’re the only person I know here.”

Jungkook flashed her a smile as he closed the fridge. He almost blurted out 'what about namjoon'-- but that wouldve been really dumb...

"Yeah?" He crooked an eyebrow, stepping closer until he was practically towering over her small frame. He placed each hand on the counter adjacent to her body, tilting his head to the side with an innocent grin, "I missed you too~"

He couldn't help it, Jisoo drew out this side of him-- he became coy, her innocence was almost as alluring as his own. And since he's..well, a guy full of raging hormones, last night only made him feel needier.

His face inched closer to her flushed one, his breath sweet as he observed her features. She looked a little extra pretty today. Did she finally get enough sleep? Or did she put extra effort into her appearance before coming?

Jisoo’s brightly tinted lips curled inwards into a thin line.

Her eyes popped out from the subtle shade of brown temporarily etched onto her crease, as well as a natural reaction to Jungkook’s significantly broader body lingering extra close to hers.

She looked up at the younger man, feeling like a helpless ant in his presence.

He was easily gifted with the strength of hurting her without even trying. Just one flick of his fingers and Jisoo was done for! It was a little degrading that she had to be the one to strain her neck in order to meet his gaze, but maybe she liked the way he made her feel small..

The condom in the back pocket of her shorts pressed against her the more she leaned back against the edge of the counter, wanting to tease Jungkook by making him wait.

“You missed me?”

Jisoo bit down on her lip, stifling a blinding grin. Her eyes gave it away, however.

“I’m glad..”

Her soft hands traveled up to his chest, merely resting them there as she propped herself up on her tiptoes. The woman kissed him slowly, relishing in the intimate taste of banana milk and.. potato chips? Either way, Jisoo was a fan of the strange yet addicting combination.

Anything Jungkook had to offer was worth it.

Jungkook hummed in response, immediately feeling like his lips were melting against hers. They were so small-- everything about her seemed too delicate; another magnetic quality of hers.

"Yeah," he breathes out in a haste as their lips separated for a mere second before his hands finally found her waist to effortlessly lift her up on the counter, giving her an opportunity to meet his height. Kook positioned himself between her spread legs, one hand cupping her face to draw her in for another kiss as his other hand settled on her thigh, squeezing it softly between his fingers.

She yelped in initial shock, nearly tipping over the small vase of dorky flowers from behind her.

Jisoo hungrily dug in for seconds, fingers weaving through his long locks. Her milky thighs closed in on Jungkook’s torso, apparent goosebumps marring the silky skin.

The woman pulled away to snag her lost breaths, hands carefully cradling Kook’s face.

Jisoo shifted around a bit, deepening their clouded gazes.

“What is it that you’re thinking of right now..”

Jungkook caught a quick glance at the vase, the flashback from when Taehyung had given him those flowers replayed in his mind for a split second, causing him to freeze. But just as quickly -- Jisoos question brings him back to the present. He stares into her needy eyes, and he allows himself to simply drown in them, clouding his memories just enough for the initial sting in his chest to go away.

Jisoo was here with him... she's never hurt him. She cares. She wants him.

But does he truly want her?

Maybe he does. And maybe was enough for him right now.

"I'm thinking.... that I want you." It wasn't a lie. But he wouldn't tell her about his swirl of thoughts previous to the need he now indulges in. He needed to desperately forget about Tae.. Kook grasped her hips, hard, and pressed his hips up against her core, the already growing bulge prominent fighting the restraints of fabrics. "Feel that, noona?"

“M-mhm..!” Jisoo nodded with a brisk inhale, surprised at how hard he was.

“I want you, too..” She whined from the close proximity, “All of you.”

Closing her eyes, the woman softly gyrated her hips against his rock hard bulge— impatient to get the private show started.

“Hngh..” The corner of her lips twitched, shamelessly rubbing up on him faster than before, harshly bucking her heated core into Jungkook’s fat cock. A strained moan left her parted lips, lustful eyes fluttering open once again— yet not fully, her gaze was dimmed with want. It was as if she had something lingering on the tip of her tongue.

“Call me Jisoo..” The said woman curtly left it at that, loving the way her name dripped from his mouth.

"Jisoo..." He let her name roll off his tongue, his tone lowering several octaves at her desperation for him. He loved being wanted like this. He decided to swiftly lift her once more, arms tightly wrapped around her, hands grasping her ass to keep her pressed against his body as he headed towards his bed. At first, he'd glanced at the couch-- but that was too stained with memories...

He gently placed her on her back on top of the soft duvet, her legs dangling off the edge & his eyes blown wide with awe at the sight beneath him. Wasting no time, he curls his fingers around her waistband to tug it down-- eager to once more see what he'd gotten a taste of last time.

She stared up at the swirling ceiling with obvious suspense, biting down on her lip as she awaited Jungkook’s next move. The man was so unpredictable, yet not.

Jisoo would be one hell of a liar if she said it wasn’t the least bit nerve wracking. Despite what everyone else might think, she wasn’t the most confident in her body. One of her hands rested atop her stomach, scared that Kook possessed the freaky power to make out the faint stretch marks through the fabric of her shirt. The woman’s soppy cunt clenched around nothingness, excited for Jungkook’s touch.

Jungkook peeled the fabrics down and threw them on the floor, dropping to his knees by the foot of the bed between her legs, hands pulling her further down closer to his face. He takes a good look, curiosity and arousal evident in his gaze. He's a little nervous, honestly. He's never done this before-- but man, would he try his best. He always wants to do well, whatever it is.

''Gonna taste you, okay?'' He gives Jisoo a heads up, but doesn't wait to actually get a reply before he inches closer, a flattened tongue licking one long, slow lick along her slit.

Her spine promptly arched up from the duvet, the perky nipples on her soft chest straightforwardly pointed up towards the ceiling. The hand that once rested on her stomach now gripped a handful of Jungkook’s hair, hips jittering as the latter gifted her pussy the slightest bit of attention. Still, it was more than enough for someone as sensitive as Jisoo.

Namjoon didn’t take his sweet time with her.. maybe that’s why she was enjoying Jungkook much more.

A low groan emitted from Kook’s throat at the sweet taste, nothing like anything he's ever had on his tongue. Different, for sure. He wasn't sure exactly how he liked it, but it wasn't...terrible.

He started to feel more confident by the reactions he managed to draw from her, allowing his tongue to explore her folds, spreading them with his thumbs. The glistening juices seeped out for him-- it was incredibly alluring.

''So sweet..'' He murmured into her cunt before lapping at her juices, growing greedy for more of her sounds. As he went on, continuously and slowly licking at her pussy, he found her swollen clit; giving it a gentle suck as he used one finger to tease at her hole.

Her frail body squirmed under his brazen administrations.

Jisoo’s other hand grasped onto a handful of the sheets whilst her spread legs quivered, Jungkook’s long curls occasionally grazing against her inner thigh.

“O-oh god...” The woman threw her head back with a pitiful whimper, losing the common ability to string together coherent sentences. She was too caught up under Jungkook’s spell— more specifically the way the man’s dexterous tongue worked on her smooth folds, cleaning Jisoo up only for her to wet his nose and lips even more. Her rosy cunt was a watergate. She liked giving the younger man something to look forward to..

Jungkook groaned quietly when she gently tugged at his long curls, the way her body tensed up and relaxed under his ministrations only spurred him on to want to do more, to make her feel good. His long, calloused finger sunk into her soppy hole, some of her juices leaking down to his knuckles. The younger's mouth never stopped working her clit, alternating between flicking his tongue and gentle sucks. He felt her cunt throb around his finger, deciding to add a second digit to fill her up further as his other hand reached down to unzip his pants and pull his own length out to jerk himself off.

''Jisoo..'' he pulled back momentarily, placing chaste needy kisses on her lower lips, ''Want you to taste me too...please?''

Jisoo was fucked— completely and utterly stuffed with the overwhelming sensations bursting from within her, causing her to jolt in her own skin. For a supposedly gay man, Jungkook was doing one hell of a satisfying craft. He knew where her sweet spots hid, how to drive her over the edge just enough for Jisoo to incoherently beg for more, her soaked cunt squeezing onto his thick, nimble fingers.

The younger man was.. everything.

His unpredictable skills in the bedroom only added to her intense infatuation.

At the hot, raspy sound of her name, Jisoo detached the back of her head from the mattress.

Her skin was a crimson color as she lustfully gazed down at him; Kook’s chin and nose were smothered in her juices. And despite the circumstances, he mirrored a perfect painting.

The woman slowly sat up on the duvet, biting down on her lip at the enticing sight of Jungkook’s large cock.

“You’re already leaking..” She cooed to herself, hands sensually running up his muscular thighs, dipping at his noticeable V-line.

Jisoo sat up, only to kneel down in front of Jungkook.

“Jisoo noona is going to make you feel good, okay?”Her smaller fingers wrapped around the girthy base, giving the rigid skin a teasing squeeze. “Jungkookie, you’re so big..”

She pressed an open mouthed kiss onto the reddened tip, deliciously staining her lips with the man’s precum. “I don’t know how it’s going to fit..” A string of glistening liquid ran down her inner thighs. With one last look at his face, Jisoo’s warm mouth engulfed the mushroom tip, slowly sinking down onto the remaining inches.

His eyes quiver at the switch in her demeanor, his aching length already twitching in her mouth with every graze of her nails on his thighs-- aside from the obvious tongue that was teasing the underside of his cock while she sunk down on him. Now this sensation was something he was more familiar with..

"Shit..." he hissed out in no direction in particular, eyes widening at how well she took his cock, "S-slower...." he stuttered out, jaw clenched. He knew he wouldn't even be able to hold himself from cumming if Jisoo went too fast.

With a vague hum, she paced herself like he’d demanded her to do. Jisoo hollowed out her cheeks whilst she hungrily swamped the remaining inches into her tight mouth, tongue skillfully lapping over the gritty, yet smooth foreskin. She immersed herself in her work, the tip of Jungkook’s cock effortlessly prodding at the back of her throat. Jisoo’s nails clung on deeper to the protruding muscles, bobbing her head to a continuous beat as she desperately fought the tears stinging at her clenched eyes, the soreness in her jaw not a main factor as she continued to suck him off. All Jisoo could think about was having his cock in her, stretching out her cunt instead of her mouth.

Jungkook allowed himself to indulge in this feeling for a short while, but as his greed is begging for more, his hands gently moved the fallen strands of her hair away from her face. He places a palm on her cheek, urging her to stop.

"I want..." his voice was breathy and needy, cock still twitching in her mouth at his own words, "I want to fuck you…?" Maybe it sounded like a begging, or maybe he was asking himself; did he want to? He was pretty sure. His entire being was clouded with lust, all he wanted was to find out just how Jisoo’s cunt felt.

When she pulled off his cock with a pop, he did not spare a moment to reposition them both, jisoo on her back and himself on top, legs spread wide for her. He finally got rid of the remaining strains of his clothes, fully exposed to his noona.

"Jisoo." the way her name rolled off his tongue was like a plea and a question, hands placed behind her thighs to spread her further. He gazes down at her, as if waiting for her to tell him to continue.

She lastly discarded her flimsy shirt— not without hesitation. One hand tightly squeezed at her own breast, causing her nipple to jut out in between her delicate fingers.

Jisoo moaned, the way her name slipped past Jungkook’s lips had her weak.

The woman felt the cool air graze against her bare, rosy pussy, her wet folds parting further the more Jungkook spread her pale legs. She felt extremely exposed, yet not exposed enough.. Jisoo’s dimmed eyes traveled downwards to the ground, remembering about the spare condom in the back pockets of her forgotten shorts. She debated if it was even worth it.

The woman gulped.

Of course it was.. this is how she ended up pregnant in the first place. However, Jungkook was much more mature than her ex.. Surely he’d try to be careful, right?

She desperately wanted to give him the raw, tender experience.

With a shaky exhale, Jisoo nodded softly.

“Just don’t cum in me. I won’t be able to afford to take care of your baby..” She jokingly teased in the midst of the situation, although a small part of her was serious.

Jungkook's wide eyes quickly softened at the joke, leaning down to hover over her body and place a kiss on her nose.

''Okay.'' He whispered, moving down to kiss her on the lips in reassurance, one elbow placed next to her head to keep himself steady as the other reached down to guide the tip of his length to her hole. Slowly, he advanced his hips forward to let it sink in-- even with the wetness and preparation, it was a snug fit. Jungkook's eyes fluttered shut, eyebrows gradually pulling together as he continued to move forward until he bottomed out inside of her. He remains still for a moment, lips parting in a breathy curse at the new sensation.

''Oh…”

Jisoo bit back a drained string of moans, whimpering softly at the inward drag of Jungkook’s hardened cock planting itself deeper into her tight cunt, the tip unknowingly poking at her sensitive cervix. She squirmed, shamelessly groping at her sore breasts. The woman patiently waited until he opened his eyes to grant them her gaze. “H-how does it feel, Jungkookie?” Her hands settled for Jungkook’s rigid shoulders, not daring to move an inch until the younger felt comfortable enough to unfreeze.

His eyes opened halfway to meet hers, a smile tugging at his lips before his jaw fell back open when he drew his hips back, only to slowly drive himself back as deep into her cunt as possible, the tight, wet warmth treating his entire length with the utmost pleasure.

''It feels good... Tight...'' he sighs in content, his cock twitching inside of her already as it craved more friction-- and he decided to repeat the slow, long movements of his hips, every single muscle in his torso dancing beneath the skin to keep himself steady and his rhythm gentle. Jisoo's cunt felt great, but a small part of his brain couldn’t help the way it kept reminding him that it wasn’t Taehyung-- And another part of him shook it off. That was the point entirely.

“Good..” Her sharp nails swam deeper into his skin, leaving behind crescent-like marks along the flexed flesh. “F-faster, baby..” Jisoo paid no attention to the pet name, instead fully focusing on deliberately clenching down on Jungkook’s throbbing cock, liking the way it twitched from inside of her.

A set of her fingers smoothly weaved their way through his curls, brushing away the strands that streamed down his hazed eyes. Jisoo wanted to make sure she was all he saw.

Jungkook obliged to her wishes, his thrusts gradually speeding up-- and with every snap of his hips, the bulbous tip of his cock nudged her deepest parts. Low, breathy moans began to escape his plush lips as he kept his gaze transfixed on her face for reactions.

It was weird in a sense, how his mind constantly wanted to subconsciously compare two entirely different people. How his ex-boyfriend’s face morphed into pleasure when he did this specific move-- and then Jisoo during the same. No... he shook his head to get rid of any thoughts. Thinking was bad. All he wanted was to feel, so he sped up further, sitting up on his knees to place his hands behind her knees once more, firmly pushing her legs up to give this new angle a try. Kook was less tender now, desperate to drown himself in pleasure, fucking into her squelching hole as he gave her a perfect view of his sculpted body working her.

"You're so gorgeous," he praised through breathy grunts, sweat forming on his brow as his gaze focused on her breasts bouncing with every jolt he forced through her body.

Jisoo’s clouded eyes nearly rolled back to her skull, crying out in utter satisfaction the more Jungkook relentlessly screwed into her dripping pussy, the slickness making it easier for his cock to slide in and out without budging.

“Jungkook..!” She gaspingly screamed out his name, forcing her eyes to fall on the strong muscles projected in front of her, before they shifted over to the man’s face. Jisoo playfully squeezed and tugged at her nipple— as best as she could with Jungkook’s every sloppy thrust, secretly wanting him to get a taste.

“S-suck on them, Jungkookie..” The woman pleaded, fingers hastily rubbing over the erect bud, lips parting in a whiny whimper.

Jungkook gave her a few more punishing thrusts before once again changing his position, letting her legs fall to the bed as he leaned down, one hand cupping her breast to guide her nipple to his mouth as the other served as leverage on the mattress. A muffled moan rumbled in his throat as he sucked on her perked bud, flicking it with his tongue whilst his thrusts never wavered even once. Instead, his hips picked up the tortuous phase, now fucking into her with greed for more of her noises; wondering if she could cum from his cock alone.

A layer of sweat formed on his skin, dark locks clinging to his forehead-- other strands of hair dangling freely with the rocking of their bodies.

Fuck, it felt good. He wouldn't be able to last much longer like this.

Kook’s eyes peered up at Jisoo, making a show out of the way his lips encased her nipple, his doe eyes blown out with his playful arousal.

The woman’s frail body couldn’t handle the intense amounts of pleasure seeping in from what seemed like every direction. Her swollen cunt was getting close to fucked out, every quickened, harsh slap of the younger’s balls against her folds further toyed with Jisoo’s electrifying senses, making her wriggle helplessly underneath his towering body.

With tired eyes, she looked down into Jungkook’s playful pair, moans becoming higher in pitch from the way his tongue lapped around her hardened nipple.

“So good..” The devilish sight was endearing in a way, the woman never would’ve thought she would find herself in this situation— taking all of Jungkook’s cock like a pro.

“I-I’m going to cum-!” Jisoo’s back arched up from the bed, pushing more of her breast into Kook’s mouth. She tightly held onto him for needed support, feeling her high painfully take its time to burst.

Jungkook pulled away from her nipple with a pop, strings of saliva falling onto the younger chin, unbothered by anything. He was a man with focus, and he was adamant to make Jisoo cum as hard as possible. He placed both of his arms on each side of her, able to use his core strength further; fucking her like it was the last thing he'd ever get to do in this life.

"Cum, J-Jisoo...." he nods, begging her to find her release through his cock. Quicker than he'd hoped, he felt his own orgasm slowly making itself known in the firm of a pool of heat, muscles tensing in his Lower abdomen. And if his heavy, breathy grunts and moans were anything to go by-- he too would have to cum.

"You're so good, Jisoo--- fuck... I’m gonna cum too.."

“O-oh my god..! Just— just like that, baby!” Jisoo was close to tears, the blurred effect in her eyes tricked her into seeing clear stars, unable to focus on anything else but the way Jungkook was dead set on reaching her wanted climax.

“Fuuuck..” The woman’s head relentlessly snapped from one side to the other, the knot in her lower stomach coming loose with every determined thrust of Kook’s hips, her full breasts whipping harsher than before. She felt the sheets shift from underneath her, spawning a slight sting on her naked back. That didn’t matter, however. It was as if everything else was incapable of garnering her dizzy attention, all Jisoo was focused on was the way Jungkook was entering her over and over again, his raspy grunts comparable to music to her stuffy ears.

“A-ah! Jungkook..!” Not fully expecting the bomb to go off so soon, she loudly came over the man’s wet cock, squirting onto his pelvis and staining the sheets.

A tear managed to escape, slowly rolling down the corner of her eye.

Jisoo was fucked. Again.

Fuck, Jungkook wished that he could come inside so badly with the way Jisoos cunt was practically squeezing his cock as if it was begging for him to release inside-- but he promised not to… It took him every single drop of his strength to pull out of her, his length coated and glistening in her cum and juices. His eyes quickly flickered between his cock and back to her body, one hand reaching to hold her hip as the other wrapped around his length to stroke himself with vigor. A series of curses later, a high pitched whine choked into a broken moan got caught in his throat as his hips stuttered into his hand. Ropes of his thick cum dribbled onto Jisoos stomach, pooling at the dip of her bellybutton and trickling down her skin.

Kook threw his head forward, his eyes screwed shut as he slowed down the abuse he put his cock through by still stroking himself-- making sure every last drop of him was on her.

She drowned herself in the enticing sight unfolding before her, sticky skin shivering whilst Jungkook’s warm cum fell onto her gasping stomach, further adorning the sweaty flesh with his white-ish trail.

“That was amazing..” Jisoo breathed out through her heavy panting, a tired smile on faint display. The woman took a few more seconds to catch her breath, feeling Jungkook’s shed cum trickle down her slightly still stomach. She slowly opened her eyes, her pupils dilating at the glimpse of the younger man. With a small grunt, Jisoo sat up on the bed for easier access to his hand, gently pulling Kook down in a lying position next to her.

“You went out all the way..”

Her face inched closer to his, not hesitating in pressing a soft kiss onto his flushed cheek, then on his nose.. forehead, chin, and lastly, on Jungkook’s strained neck.

“So I’m gorgeous, hm?” She giggled, recalling what he’d called her during sex. Anything to keep the conversation going, Jisoo didn’t want to be left alone. Even if they were done fucking, she loved having Kook’s company.

Jungkook wiped his forehead with the back of his hand, letting it rest above his head as he took deep slow breaths to collect himself.

Glancing over at her, a small smile through closed teeth, "Yeah, so pretty."

He closed his eyes, exhausted from this entire day. He never seemed to have a calm day.

Jisoo didn’t allow her disappointment to seep onto her face, simply nodding with a small smile.

Was aftercare silly to want..? She wanted to feel Jungkook’s strong arms around her— in an innocent hold, hugging her close until they both fell asleep from exhaustion..

“Thank you,” The woman ran her fingers through his hair, looking up at him with obvious heart eyes. A touch of sadness lingered within them, though.

“I should get going..” Jisoo sighed, detaching herself from Jungkook’s side.

Jungkook reached out to graze the skin of her arm, gently squeezing it as his sleepy eyes lingered on her.

"You can stay...?" Honestly, he was exhausted-- but he didn't want to be left alone with his silence. Call him selfish, but it's what he needed. He didn't really ask for her reply before pulling her close into his arms.

Confused was an understatement, but Jisoo obliged to Jungkook’s leading touch. She snug closer into his chest, trying to put a stop to her heart’s drumming rhythm.

This wasn’t good.. Any of it. Jisoo had been aware that she was simply the younger man’s way out. She was his shitty sexual rebound, but the woman enjoyed his attention nonetheless.

It made her feel dirty.. used. Her liking towards Jungkook was far too strong, though. For someone as smitten as her, it would be stupid to pass on the opportunity to sleep in your crush’s arms.. There was always a part of Jisoo that wondered if she’d ever have a chance— slim to none. No other guy had caught her attention the way Kook held hers. So for right now, a casual fuck helped stitch the cracks in her heart.

Jungkook hummed in intent as he held Jisoo close, her cheek pressing against his chest. He gently stroked her back, the pads of his fingers feeling the smoothness-- and the vague dents of faded stretch marks.

"Noona..." the common name for her slipped through his teeth, his eyes remaining closed as he breathed slowly. But as he was about to figure out what he wanted to say-- it didn't come out. Instead, he simply shook his head and forced himself to fall asleep, the hold around Jisoo tightening, as if wordlessly telling her not to leave until morning.

~~~

“Yuna~ Open up for mommy..” Jisoo was sat cross-legged on the ground, trying to feed the little one her share of ‘carrot mush’ by airplaning the small spoonful in between Yuna’s pouty lips.

The woman even added silly sound effects, knowing how much she loved them. Still, her baby was extremely persistent. With a defeated sigh, Jisoo’s eyes wandered over to the tilted clock on her wall. School was dismissed, meaning Jungkook would invite himself into her apartment anytime soon.

As if it was pure magic, her daughter always ate whenever the younger man was present.

For some odd reason, Kook had little Yuna wrapped around his fingers..

They’ve spent a lot of time together; over the course of a week straight, he spent most of his time in her cozy apartment, helping her with Yuna. They had sex almost every night, without protection— Jisoo attempted to make Kook wear a condom once, but it turned out to be three sizes too small.. She was wise enough to know it was extremely irresponsible, but Jungkook seemed to always get a grip on himself.. The woman trusted him.

Her fingers desperately swam through her tangled hair, about to try and guide another useless spoonful to Yuna’s mouth when the little one’s doe eyes enlarged.

“Googie!”

She’d caught them by surprise a few nights ago while Jisoo prepared dinner.

Jungkook was playing with her when all of the sudden, Yuna said her first word! It still made the mother’s heart pound..

The woman glanced over her shoulder, smiling at the sight of ‘Googie’ whilst he discarded his shoes.

“Jungkook, hey.” She tiredly greeted, enamored with his presence.

Jungkook's toothy grin was wide, the warm greetings from the two girls had become somewhat of a habit by now.. and being deemed Yuna’s favourite 'Googie'.

"Hey," He chirped as he let his backpack fall to the floor by his shoes, a sign that he hadn't even bothered to go home, but went straight to Jisoo after school. He plopped down between the two of them, legs crossed. Leaning in, he placed a quick kiss on Jisoos cheek as he took the spoonful of carrot mush to sniff it. Kook pretended to eat some of it; a loud coo from Yuna echoing as she suddenly wanted all of the food to herself.

"Wow, you won't even share?" Jungkook scrunched his nose, feeding the little one as his eyes went back to Jisoo. "I want food too." He fake pouts.

Jisoo retracted her chin from Jungkook’s shoulder, hand playfully swinging at the younger’s bicep whilst her lips jutted out into a pout of their own.

“Yah, you were supposed to help me take care of one baby.”

Nonetheless, Jisoo sat up from her spot— not before returning the favor and stamping a chaste kiss onto the faint scar on Kook’s cheekbone.She rubbed the drowsiness out of her eyes, leaning down to smooth her dainty fingers over Yuna’s poof ball of raven hair before dragging her feet into the kitchen, rummaging through her pantry.

“Noodles sound okay, Googie?” Jisoo quietly chuckled under her breath, pushing aside the jars of baby food scattered along the counter.

Okay, maybe she was a /little/ jealous. She’s been trying to get Yuna to say ‘ma-ma’ for the longest time, but apparently the little one had different priorities..

"Yeah~" Jungkook puts the baby food down when the little one had devoured every single spoonful he offered, whining for him to pick her up with little chubby arms outstretched.

What a personality.

He did as Yuna wished and picked her up into his arms, rocking her carefully as she immediately tugs at his hair and burps.

"Such a lady.." kook jokes as he stood up with the child in his arms, heading into the kitchen to keep Jisoo company.

“How is it, does the burnt taste add a lil kick to it?” The corners of Jisoo’s beady eyes wrinkled as she laughed, vocally putting the blame on Jungkook for making her lose track of the stirring.

As it turns out, him and Yuna made quite the comedic duo. Which— would’ve been fine, if she didn’t suck at making noodles in the first place.

It was a bit of a challenge when Jisoo was trying to /not/ pee her pants from laughing too much..

Also, it didn’t help that the burner was too hot.

Sparing a quick glance at her daughter’s playpen; she slurped up another bite, stuffing her cheeks with the (somewhat) yummy goodness.

"It's delicious," Jungkook states matter of fact-ly. Even if it wasn't the most insanely delicious meal, it was made for him-- and that's what made it good. Plus, it beat his microwave noodles and granola bars any day.

"Noona, did I tell you that the big game is tomorrow?" He jumped in excitement, he'd been working his ass off for this.

"Do you think we will win?" He wiggles an eyebrow as he tilts the bowl back to drink up the remaining broth.

“Do I think you guys will win?” Jisoo seemed to ponder about the idea a second too long, dropping her skeptical act when she’d deemed enough.

“They have you on their team, don’t they? I’m sure you guys will win.”

The pad of her thumb gently brushed over Jungkook’s pouty lips, wiping away the temporary stains from the sauce. With a blinding smile, Jisoo slid closer to him, a fluttering gaze nailed to his soft eyes.

“You won’t mind us coming and cheering for you, right?” She leaned in closer, cupping the side of the man’s face.

“I’ll make sure to bring a big sign that says, ‘Go Jeon Jungkook! Noona is super proud of you’ with bright sparkly letters.. and— and glitter..” Jisoo was getting caught up on Jungkook’s inciting lips, her brain scrambling with her mumbled words. “..And a big cutout of your face..”

The woman broke out into a giggle, lips feathering against his.

“How does that sound~?” Not giving Kook any time to respond, she broke the distance between the two of them, pleasantly humming into their sweet kiss.

Jungkook smiles into the kiss, his large arms wrapping around her small frame to pull her closer, his hands settling to grip at her waist. He pulls back just enough to speak,

"Make it so sparkly that it blinds the other team." A nose scrunch grin later, he leaned back in to kiss her again. This one deeper, his plush lips gently sucking on Jisoos lower one, not ashamed to add a little tongue into his kisses, always loving the way her body reacts to his small ministrations

The woman blindly sat her half-finished bowl of burnt noodles on the coffee table— or desk— and as if her arms had a mind of their own, they fluidly circled around Jungkook’s neck.

Jisoo adored the way he took his time with her. Adored his touch, his particular taste, the dorky smile in between their kisses..

Kind of everything.

It was her turn to pull away, to scrunch her nose at their evil master plan.

“Blind the other team. Noted.” Just like that, Jisoo dived back for wanted seconds; and thirds, fourths as well, fifths.. So on until she didn’t bother to keep count.

~

Whoever thought Taehyung would last two weeks without stepping foot into Jungkook’s apartment building? No one, absolutely no one.

There he stood, antsy outside of his shitty car whilst he rocked on his feet. To make matters worse, Tae was accompanied by a relatively large stuffed animal— close to his height, to be precise. Bystanders’ drawn stares were to be expected..

He’d been wanting to gift the bear to Jisoo for a while now, but the fact that his ex boyfriend’s door lingered right next to hers was the bump in the road. It had taken a lot of self-restraint on Taehyung’s end to not reach out to Jungkook— to ask him if he could transport the stuffed animal to his close friend, of course. It’d make everything so much easier..

However, every time he thought he’d grown the balls, Tae just.. couldn’t. Plus, Kook appeared to be engrossed in his phone at all times, some might say he’s caught the ‘Jimin disease’.

What was so amazing about that damn phone? His thumbs always moved at the speed of lightning, obvious he was texting back and forth between someone..

Fuck. Taehyung’s jaw hardened at the thought.

Kook was horrible at texting, who seemed to have broken him out of his habits? Shaking his mind out of the gutter, the boy took a couple steps forward, hoping he wouldn’t come across Jungkook out of the blue. Practice was already awkward enough.

Taehyung knew the younger’s apartment number by heart. He decided to go off of his rusty memory, stopping a door too soon. He stared at the next door down, his grip on the stupid bear tightening out of deep dejection. Maybe if he just knocked on— Taehyung shook his head, frustrated at his intrusive thoughts.

The elder needed to get this done and over with, maybe then he’d go back to not thinking about Jungkook. This place triggered a lot of memories...

With a quiet sigh, Tae’s hand traveled upwards to knock on Jisoo’s door. He halted his movements midway, noticing it was cracked open. Confused, Taehyung pried through the noticeable gap.

And it was at that moment that he wished he wouldn’t have.

Jungkook was holding Jisoo close, and if that wasn’t enough to shatter his fucking heart, they were caught in a make out session. The elder’s breath hitched in his throat, the want to pull Jungkook away was too strong— too powerful.

Tae didn’t expect it to hurt this much.

~

Jungkook leaned in closer, kissing down Jisoo's jaw to her neck, his back facing Taehyung's way, her face in perfect view for Tae to see her expressions as the younger littered pecs and openmouthed kisses on her soft skin, hands roaming from her waist to sneak below her shirt up her back, her warm skin heating up his slightly colder hands. Completely unaware of the audience, Jungkook whispers into her skin between gentle bites on her collarbone,

''When we win tomorrow, you will reward me, won't you? I want something sweet,'' He squeezes the soft love handles by her hips.

Jisoo’s petite body livened up from the traces of Jungkook’s ghostly fingers trailing along her spine, her neck slightly angled to the side as she quench her thirst for the younger man’s guilty caresses.

“I-I’ll make it as sweet as you’d like, Jungkookie..“ The tremor in her lacking voice was obvious.

With one quick glance over her shoulder, Jisoo was glad to find Yuna absorbed in her rattling toys, unaware of the situation just a couple feet in front of her.

“H-hmm..” She quickly bit down on her lower lip, half-lidded eyes fluttering open only to meet a stranger’s face.

Well.. not necessarily a stranger.

Taehyung.

The boy had tears in his eyes; he was visibly hurting.

Both their gazes clashed— the passion swirling within them so different, one of lust and the other of burning distress.

Jisoo’s smaller lips parted in a soft moan, having a heavy stare down against Taehyung’s bruised ego. Tae, on the other hand, fled from the duel and roughly wiped away a stray tear, pretending he didn’t see anything. Internally panicking over what to do next, he left the stuffed animal outside of Jisoo’s door before getting out of there.

Jungkook's hands were travelling further up her back, about to attempt to pull her shirt up when a cry interrupted him.

"Ah...." he chuckled, nuzzling his nose into jisoo's neck, "guess that's it for the fun time.. little one has spoken."

Yuna cooed when he withdrew from her mother, giving a quick peck on Jisoos cheek before getting up to pick the child up in his arms. "Wanna watch some anime? There's a new episode out today~"

He nuzzled his nose in Yuna's hair, earning a small giggle as he nods, walking over to the couch to sit down next to Jisoo. "The child has spoken, it's anime night!"

~~~

“..And so, I caught them kissing. I just.. I don’t know. It made me realize how stupid I was for letting him go?” Taehyung feebly mourned, broad chest rising in sync with a deep inhale.

“I love him so much.. Ow! What the fu—“ Yerin shushed him, continuing to pluck away the overgrown hairs of Tae’s narrowed eyebrows.

“Sorry, just know they’re going to look fleek. Anyways, you were saying?”

The boy relaxed his tense expression, shifting a little on his spot. The background noise of Taylor Swift’s ‘You Belong With Me’ made it a little hard to think, and the tingling sensation on his skin wasn’t helping..

“Wait, it burns.” Tae hissed through his teeth. Mina, who was in charge of the clay mask, simply brushed him off.

“That’s how you know it’s working, your skin is gorgeous by the way! Do you exfoliate?”

“I don’t even know what th—“

“Taehyung, do you want something to drink?” Areum stopped trying to fight against his tangled hair, her wrist was sore from all of the harsh tugging. The boy’s eyes immediately lit up, practically smiling through the pain whilst Yerin fucked with his eyebrows.

“That’d be great… Uh, beer would be fine.”

“It’s bad for your skin!” Mina reminded, making sure she’d gotten every spot covered.

“How does sparkling grape juice sound?”

“Right..” Taehyung was starting to rethink his last-minute decision of showing up to Yerin’s sleepover. Is there no drinking in sleepovers..?

He desperately needed it for the pain they were putting him through.

‘Beauty hurts, Taehyung. Beauty hurts.’ He internally repeated to himself, Areum’s voice still so crystal clear.

“Sure. I’ll take some juice.”

As he watched Areum run out of the room, the boy sighed. He felt lost..

“How do you think I should win Jungkook back?”

Taehyung asked no one in particular, simply throwing it out there as he was desperate to get something. A blueprint would be nice, he’d never known how to undo one of his fuck ups.

Tae never felt the need to.. until now.

Yerin finished the torturous clean-up of Tae's eyebrows, examining with a content nod before raising her own at his question.

''Ladies! Assemble!''

She clapped her hands, all girls scooting closer-- and as if she was being summoned, Areum sprinted back with the drinks on a tray, placing it on the floor by them.

''Step one, you need to look your best,'' Yerin continued, glancing over at her friends that nodded in agreement, ''Which, thanks to us, you're even further than that.''

''Jungkook is gonna be unable to take his eyes off of you!'' Mina cooed, moving his long curls away from his eyes, ''But you need to talk to him.''

''Obviously he has to talk to him,'' Areum snickered, handing him the glass of juice, ''But you were the one who broke up with him, weren't you? I don't know how easy he is to talk to, but it doesn't take half a brain to guess that he's still hurting.''

''Right! You need to apologise-- soften him up! It'll be easy after drawing him in with the cuter visuals we've blessed you with.''

The girls kept throwing their 'wisdom' his way, different ways and words to reel Jungkook back in. The gist of it was, get his attention, find space for a conversation, apologise; and work from there.

Taehyung’s brain processed the girls’ main pointers.

Get Jungkook’s attention, talk to him, and apologize.

Seemed easy enough..

But Tae knew his boyfriend— or ex— well enough to know Kook tended to hold grudges. Understandably.

“You think so?” Maybe the younger would surprise him. Maybe he’d agree that all of this was worthless; the dirty looks, awkward tension— everything.

Taehyung just wanted to be with him, no matter what kind of vulgar, cliché names outsiders hurled at them.

“Yeah.. okay.”

He took a sip of the sparkling juice, a hint of a boxy smile evident behind the clear glass.

“You’re gonna get your man back!” Yerin proudly exclaimed, the rest of the girls joining in to express their excitement.

“Yeah!” Tae softly giggled, the tingling in his skin no longer his main concern.

“I’m gonna get my man back!”

Hopefully..

Tomorrow he’ll be able to put their suggestions to the test. Taehyung could only hope his confidence wasn’t for nothing..

© sombreboy 2020. Do not repost, edit or translate.

[sincerelyreidburke]

First of all, let me say sincere THANK YOU for the invention of the crickets. My job is super stressful right now and CP was one of my escapes, and now thanks to you it's like it's extended. Also, I am HOH and live in LA and am a giant theater nerd so 1. I saw DW SA two times at the Wallis and it was so great 2. yay Quinn for existing. So my question is this. How is the heaviness for lack of a better term of Quinn's childhood/life revealed to Nando. How does he handle it?

Anon, hi! Thank you so so much for your kind words!🤍🤍🤍🤍 I love these characters, and they’re quite the escape for me too right now. I'm really glad to hear that other people have been able to use them as a distraction from the crazy of the outside world.

But now I sound like I’m on the news. And we are going to avoid that, as a general rule. So: thank you so much for your question, and I do apologize for my slight delay in answering this ask! (I answer all asks, but my speed varies.) BTW, about DW SA, that is so awesome that you saw it????? I’ve watched a few Instagram video clips of the show; it looked amazing. I wish there was more accessible art like that in society. Quinn is my child; I’m so glad you enjoy him, and the whole Deaf West thing has been a blessed addition to his theatre experience.🤍🤍🤍

Okay, now on to your actual question! I’m going to hop under the cut and do this bullet-style, because there’s a lot to unpack here and I’m glad someone has asked me about it.

(Ask me anything about the crickets!)

- We’ve established that Quinn has had a rather rough go of it in terms of his family situation. Now we come to the part where we wonder how he reveals that information about his past/upbringing to Nando, who, by the way, has a handful of sad stories of his own.

- Did someone say Tragic Backstory Sharing Time????

- It goes like this. For the first two-ish months that they’re dating, it’s not that they actively avoid serious conversations about their pasts; it’s just that they haven’t really reached that point yet. First they’re courting, and then they’re trying to take advantage of their little window of time between when they start dating and winter break, and then... it’s winter break, so things are a little different than they are at school.

- They both do go home for that Christmas-New Year’s-early January stretch. I’d say hockey reasons put Nando back on campus a little sooner than Quinn, but they return around the second week of January. During the time they’re apart, they talk on FaceTime mostly every night, and they keep a steady communication through texting as well. While they miss each other, it’s also not difficult to stay in touch. This is, after all, 2017. Phones exist. Even Quinn’s iPhone 4.

- I had an iPhone 4 until December 2018, so I identify with him strongly. But anyway. That isn’t the point of this post.

- The point I’m trying to get at by talking about them going home for winter break is that for Quinn, going home means staring his childhood in the face again. Going to Samwell is the first time he “gets out”, and he fully intends to use college as his springboard for staying out of that environment for good. His sister, his one elderly Deaf friend (shoutout to that lady because she’s great), a few cultural things, and hometown theatre are things he loves about Grand Rapids that will never go away, buuuut...

- His grandparents, on the other hand, are a situation. It’s just that they’re old-school, and they think of him more like an inconvenience they have no choice but to be responsible for than an actual person with feelings. They’re never physically abusive or even neglectful, but they just...... don’t really care much about what he does or how college is going or anything like that.

- Anyway. Quinn uses Christmas break to spend time with his sister, whom he missed dearly, and visit his elderly friend, and just generally do the things in his hometown that don’t remind him of his childhood mess.

- But he feels.... kind of weird with this whole situation, calling Sebastián every night and talking with him about being home but simultaneously not talking about it. Nando knows he lives with his grandparents, but he doesn’t know why. He basically doesn’t know anything about Quinn’s childhood. And because he wants Quinn to open up at his own pace, he doesn’t ask.

- Whew! I’ve been going on for awhile considering I’m only setting up the actual scene. Anyway. When they get back to campus for spring semester, their reunion is very soft. They missed each other a whole lot, and doing a month of separation when your relationship is still new is a recipe for a lot of yearning.

- So the first chance they get, it’s snuggle time in Quinn’s room. I actually think this is probably only the second night Quinn is back on campus. It’s snowing out, and they’re cozy and safe. The string lights are on, because that’s Quinn’s aesthetic.

- They talk a little about their breaks, but because they were FaceTiming almost every day, there really isn’t so much to say that they both don’t already know. Mostly they just snuggle.

- The way the conversation actually starts doesn’t have anything to do with Quinn at all. It has to do with Nando’s papa. Quinn is aware, in general, that Nando’s papa is dead, or at least not around, because he talks about him in the past tense if he mentions him. But what happens here, is that Quinn is sort of sitting with his head on his chest, and he’s by extension kind of close to the chain that Nando is wearing? It’s his papa’s old cross, but Quinn doesn’t know this. He just knows that he’s always wearing it.

- So he touches it, and it’s this tender moment, and he says, you always wear this. It’s nice.

- And Nando says, oh, thanks. It was my papa’s.

- And the way he says it is sort of sad— and Quinn kind of maybe starts to apologize? But then Nando ends up opening up about his papa’s death as a result of this prompting. He’s never fully explained what happened before.

- And from there, Quinn shares his own stories. Because what essentially ends up happening is they have this really vulnerable “here are the sad/ugly parts of my past” conversation, and it’s pretty emotional but it’s also very good for both of them. Both because they both don’t talk about that stuff super often, and also because it’s one of their ‘deepest’ conversations yet.

- As for how Nando takes it when he learns about Quinn’s childhood, I think firstly he feels really bad that he’s gone through so much, and then he just immediately resolves himself to be there for him and to give him that sense of being loved and cared for that Quinn didn’t really have growing up.

- I think they’re both very much aware that this relationship is serious and long-term, and this is one of the moments where that solidifies in each of their heads.

- Essentially, it’s a key point in the transition between we’re dating and it’s fun and this is a serious relationship, and it involves some serious parts.

- And then, as we now know, there are further developments in Quinn’s home life. But at Samwell, Quinn finds home in the people who love him.

I hope this answers your question, anon!!! I’ve been thinking for awhile that I might want to write a fic of that big sharing conversation between the two of them, and if popular demand dictates it, I’ll definitely add it to my list.

Thank you for the ask! :D

[kikiofthevast]

Turmoil

CW: Unhealthy relationship, shifting of blame, self-destructive habits, I'm a little mean in my descriptions of Bobbi's behavior, poor communication, mentions of infidelity (no actual cheating happens dw), unhappy ending, breakup, some finale spoilers

Pairings: Tumultuous Huntingbird, background Fitzsimmons

Summary: Hunter really wants to make this work but he's so tired of getting his heart broken.

(PSA: I know Bobbi has her own things to work through and I really do like them as a couple but the facts we get in the show about their relationship make me doubt its stability and also I low-key wanted to vent a little bit)

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He's not wrong when he says that it's Bobbi's fault they can't stay together.

He wants this to happen, he wants to settle down with her and live some cozy life like Fitzsimmons away from everything but ever since their final goodbye from S.H.I.E.L.D., Bobbi's been antsy.

She's been looking for mercenary work anywhere she can with no regard for Hunter's wants or wishes. She just takes a job and drags Hunter along, exposing conspiracies and toppling corrupt leaders, but as much as Hunter wants to do the work, it feels empty.

He doesn't want this, not now. Maybe later, after another year of just sitting back and taking some time off, maybe taking a few small jobs to keep the money up.

But high-stakes work is starting to get dull, especially alone with solely Bobbi.

Being with S.H.I.E.L.D. filled the void that his merc team had left and he had felt good, secure, with a team of competent people who had his back. With friends who had his back.

Now he's alone with Bobbi.

He really does love her, but he has to start closing his heart off sometime, and this is the best time to start.

---

"So what I'm hearing is, you want to go solo."

Hunter took a long sip of his drink, and Fitz stared at him, the alcohol having loosened his posture a little.

Bobbi was out, on some job she could do by herself, so he called Fitz over for relationship advice.

"Have you tried couple's therapy yet?"

Hunter sighed. "Well, sort of, but she didn't come to the last session so we stopped after that."

"It could just be a lack of communication," Fitz considered, drinking more from his bottle. "Jemma and I worked out most of our issues by literally having our minds pushed together and screaming at each other about our complexes."

"Tried that," Hunter said completely seriously," "Didn't work."

Fitz leaned back. "You got locked in a Chronicom mind prison?"

"Not really, just was a real prison that felt like a mental one."

Fitz nodded solemnly. "Have you considered the possibility that she might be cheating on you?"

"Wouldn't surprise me if she was, at this point," Hunter laughed without any humor. Fitz passed him another bottle and he realized the one he had been nursing was empty.

"Mm. My advice, for real? Talk to her, really talk to her about it. It helps."

"I'll consider it."

Fitz nodded. "Mind if I crash on your couch tonight?*

"Go for it. And Fitz?"

"Yeah?"

"I really have missed you. Thanks for coming over tonight."

Fitz moved over on the couch and patted Hunter on the back. "No problem buddy."

---

Hunter was making coffee when Bobbi came down. She looked exhausted, so Hunter offered her a mug and she took it without a word.

"Rough night?" he asked.

"Understatement," she grunted back.

He was still nursing a nasty hangover, and he blurted out, "Fitz said we should talk."

She immediately bristled and Hunter realized sadly exactly how this was going to go. "Talk about what?"

"About us!" Well, he was in it now. "I want to be around you, Bobbi, I want to love you and give you everything you deserve in life but you don't...you don't seem to care about me."

"Hunter-"

"Let me finish. You drag me along on missions without asking, and sure I enjoy them but consent is more than just for the bedroom. I'm tired of you walking away, but I can't be sure you'll stay. When you leave for solo missions I'm always wondering if you'll actually come back. If you'll just stay out and then decide to leave me behind. I don't want that.

"We're in or we're out, and frankly, I'm tired of being in when you're always out."

Then there was silence. Bobbi didn't look at him.

"Then maybe we should both be out."

Hunter's head jerked up from where he'd had his eyes fixed on his own coffee.

"If this isn't working for you, I don't want to keep dragging you where you don't want to go."

"Bobbi..."

"I love you, Hunter. But I don't like hurting you. I'd be willing to go solo from now on if you prefer it that way."

"Yeah, I think you might be right." His hangover seemed like such a small issue now. Who knew if this would be the last time they talked, the last time they said I love you? "I love you, I just want that on record."

"And so do I, but it wasn't meant to be, I guess."

"Goodbye Bobbi."

"Goodbye Hunter."

---

Fitz's phone rings while he's watching Doctor Who with Jemma and Alya. Alya's hiding under the covers on her mother's lap and covering her face at the so deemed "scary parts".

He sees that it's Hunter calling and he gets up to answer it. Jemma pauses the show and calls that she'll make some more popcorn while he's on the phone.

They're so easily domestic Fitz almost doesn't believe it sometimes.

He answers the phone. "This better be important."

"Um, it kind of is. I'm now officially single and need a place to crash for a while. Mind helping a pal out?"

Fitz sighs. This night suddenly got a whole lot longer.