#it's be cute for like five minutes and then really goddamned annoying

[wlntrsldler]

dare i ask what lukes reaction would be to five star trying to break up with him because of the hate from his fans 😆 i love angst

well.... the angst monster got all of us in a chokehold i guess because i ran to my laptop to answer this ask!

i think five star would try to break up with luke a few months after luke told the world about their relationship (after that ellen-esque interview i referenced in this ask). i imagine it's over summer break and five star and clar are spending the break touring with the band. and luke notices that five star is acting strangely distant with him.

like i'm talking you kissed him (a peck which left luke pretty sad) once when he picked you up from the airport and gave him a side hug and chose to sit in the backseat with clarisse instead of sitting shotgun next to him (which also ticked chris off a little bit because he wanted to spend time with his girlfriend, but you didn't want to leave clar's side)

and when you get to the hotel that they're staying at, luke is trying to talk to you and kiss you because he just missed you so much. but you keep saying that the flight got you so tired and you just want to sleep. and luke doesn't wanna push you so he lets you sleep. he tries to keep himself busy, watching videos on his phone while he's sitting on the couch (with his airpods in of course, he didn't want to wake you) but then his airpods die and he hears this weird notification on your phone. so he looks just because he's curious and he sees that you had notifications on for google flight trackers and you're looking up one way flights to go home two days from today...?

his heart sinks to his stomach because why were you already looking at flights to leave? you just got here. did you not want to spend summer with him anymore? he was really looking forward to spending his days with you, like how it used to be back at camp. and he just kind of spirals a little bit.

he leaves the hotel room and marches over to chris' room because he really needed to talk to his best friend. he would ask you and talk to you but he didn't want to wake you because what if he was just in his head and you really were just tired? so he knocks on chris' door and chris (annoyed) tells him to go away and luke cringes because he realizes that clarisse is there and if you and him were on better terms, he would probably also not open the door for anyone.

so he goes back to his room only to realize that he locked himself out. he sits outside and keeps watching his little videos until his phone dies to try to distract himself from going crazy and he dozes off leaning on the door. when you wake up in the middle of the night to go use the bathroom and you realize you're alone in the room, you're immediately grabbing your wallet and keys to look for luke because it's not like him to disappear without telling you.

turns out, you didn't have to look too far because the minute you open the door, luke falls to the ground with a soft 'ow' and he looks at you apologetically for waking you. and it makes your heart crumble because he was so cute and sweet and you've been such a bitch to him since you got there.

you tell him to get up and let him in the room and he's timid and worried and anxious because it feels like the other shoe is about to drop. and when it does, you're sitting on the foot of the bed you're supposed to share and you're crying and luke feels torn because he wants to kiss your tears away but you're literally breaking up with him.

and by the time you finish your sentence, it feels like luke's heart was pierced by an arrow and all he can say is "what did i do?"

goddamn luke castellan. of course his first instinct is to assume that he wasn't enough and your heart constricts in your chest and then you're sobbing about how much it hurts seeing what people said about you online and it's starting to feel like you'll never be enough for him.

the minute those words leave your lips, luke's eyes are all watery and he's kinda laughing, not because he doesn't think the situation wasn't serious but because he just can't believe that you still don't get how much he loves you. when you hear him laughing, you're looking at him all confused (and a little hurt that he's joking about this) and he instantly grabs your face in your hands and kisses you the way he's been wanting to kiss you since you got here.

the kiss is messy and there's so much tears involved but when he finally pulls away, he's mumbling things you can't comprehend because the kiss left you breathless and dizzy and cursing at yourself for even thinking about letting this go.

and luke is calling you five star like he always does and makes some dramatic declaration about how if you tried to break up with him again, he'd probably die of heartbreak and you'd tell him he's being dramatic but he's soooo serious.

he'll kiss you over and over and just sigh in your mouth about how much he missed you and all you can do is cling to him (but he's not complaining because if he had it his way, he would stay glued to you forever) and you spend the night in luke's arms telling him about everything that's been building up and he listens until you're out of words.

at their next show, the band debuts an unreleased song (which gets pirated and uploaded as a podcast episode on spotify) called 17 (by pink sweat$) and while the crowd is cheering for them, he looks to the side of the stage and blows you a kiss.

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heat wave cool down

[written for the satosho discord server valentine day prompt: soft touches] also posted on ao3

'Shoko has her hair up’ is the first thought that entered Satoru’s head when he stepped foot on the training grounds. 

It is followed by a sudden need to lay his hand on her exposed nape.

The doctor’s coat she typically dons is surprisingly absent and her usual turtle neck is switched out in favor of a light cotton blouse with a modest v-neckline exposing her collarbones and all Satoru wants to do is touch.

“Get away from me.”

“Wha—” Satoru frowns. It hasn’t even been a minute since he arrived. Hell, he hasn’t even gotten within five feet of her. “I just got here! I haven’t even said anything!”

“Sorry,” Shoko sighs and sends an apologetic look his way. “It’s just…it’s the heat. And knowing you—” with his tendency to get all up in her space. Tch. “Whatever. Just stay where you are. You standing beside me is just gonna make it worse.”

“Is this your indirect way of saying I’m hot?” When Shoko just rolls her eyes, Satoru closes the distance between them anyway (because when has he ever done as he’s told?) takes the papers she’s been using as a makeshift fan from her hands, and fans her himself. “If it’s so hot, then why are you out here, Doc?”

“Supervising,” she nods towards where the second and first years are paired up. “First-aid training.”

“Oh. Didn’t realize that was today.”

“Infirmary’s not big enough for all the students and the gym is basically an oven this time of the year. You’d think after all these years Yaga would have installed an airconditioner there by now or at least better vents. The field is blessedly cooler than anywhere else indoors.”

Sweat trickles down the side of her neck. Satoru’s eyes follow its journey all the way down until it disappears down the collar of her shirt between her cleavage. 

He licks his lips and swallows.

“Gojo, are you listening?”

“Hmm? Yeah, totally. You were saying something about Nobara being the worst at bandaging and Yuuji being the best at CPR.”

“Impressive,” Shoko hums an eyebrow raised as she snatches her papers from Satoru to aggressively fan herself since he stopped. “Considering you’ve been practically staring down my shirt the whole time.”

“Guilty as charged,” Satoru says, shrugging and sticking out his tongue in an attempt to act cutely his way out of Shoko’s heat-induced ire. He reaches in his pocket for a handkerchief and dabs at the sweat on her forehead and on her nape, tucking a lock of hair that has managed to escape the hair clip she’s twisted her hair up in behind her ear. “Better?”

“Thanks. Would still prefer for this heat to be gone though.”

“Well, damn, Shoko. I can’t control the weather!” Satoru snickers as he continues to fan and dab at her sweat. “But I can do this.”

In the next second, he’s standing side by side with Shoko as he expands the range of his Limitless to her space. Shoko feels Satoru’s cursed energy and the slow crawl of his technique all over her, enveloping and shielding her from the heat and the humid air.

“Goddamn,” she mutters as she slowly feels her body cooling down. Satoru has stopped fanning and grinning at her. “Is this why I’ve never seen you sweat? It’s like a personal cooling bubble.” 

“Never been touched by rain or snow either since I’ve had it. Unless I want to that is.”

“And you’re just keeping it for yourself while the rest of us mortals sweat and shiver at the mercy of nature and its seasons.”

“Well, it’s not like I can break it into pieces and pass it around,” Satoru scoffs. He peers down at her and sees that Shoko’s face has relaxed to her usual soft passive expression compared to her earlier scrunched-up annoyed one. “Anway, why did you think severely-allergic-to-pollen-Suguru sticks to me like a second skin every spring?”

“Tch. God really has favorites.”

“Good thing you’re one of them, huh?” Satoru says, smiling when she doesn’t shrug off the arm he’s put around her shoulder. 

Shoko huffs out a laugh and bumps their shoulders.

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Shipping Questions: Zink

Extremely self-indulgent post but if I can't talk about my OTP on this blog, where can I talk about them? I filled this out a long time ago and figured it might be fun to post it. Just look at it as an excuse to share headcanons about my OTP by answering questions.

SFW Questions

Which one sexts like a straight white boy?

Texting doesn't exist in the time that these characters know each other… but I feel like Pink would be really, really bad at it because it takes him a while to feel comfortable expressing those kinds of feelings, even to Ziggy. Alternately, Ziggy would do it purposefully to annoy Pink. (I feel like that's going to be a recurring theme with these questions, haha.) If he put in the effort, he would actually perfect the art of sexting and it would drive Pink wild.

Which one cried during a fucking Disney movie?

Even though Pink is generally the less emotional one, I can see him doing this. Ziggy is sometimes too aware of his own emotions and the excitement of experiencing something that moved him emotionally can supersede the actual emotional reaction.

Who put a goddamned fork in the microwave?

Ziggy did it once just to see what would happen. What happened was a very broken microwave and a very angry Pink, who sent him out to buy a new one. However, Pink later forgot to remove his fork when microwaving a meal, and Ziggy never let him live that down.

Who does the silly hands-over-the-eyes “Guess who” thing?

Ziggy does this to Pink even when they're the only people in the room. He doesn't do it much though, because it freaked Pink out the first time he did it.

Who puts their cold hands/feet on their partner?

Both of them get cold easily, so they both like to cuddle. But Floyd especially likes it.

Who had that embarrassing Reality TV marathon?

Ziggy has an addictive personality and, because of the way his brain works, he only needs to try something once to get hooked on it. So, if it existed at the time, Ziggy would get totally sucked into some MTV crap and binge-watch for days until Pink reminded him to get some sleep. If games like the Sims existed at the time too, Pink would have to keep Ziggy away from it because otherwise he would never see Ziggy again.

WHO IS THE LITTLE SPOON?

You'd think it's Ziggy, because he's physically smaller than Pink, but it's Pink. He just loves being held, what can I say?

Who in your OTP gives the other nicknames ironically, and who uses nicknames seriously?

One day Pink was talking to someone, and he off-handedly referred to Ziggy as "Zigzag." He didn't even realize what he'd said until the other person commented on it, and immediately he was MORTIFIED, although the other person thought it was adorable (and Ziggy found it even more adorable when he heard about it).

Who throws popcorn into the other persons mouth?

Pink and Ziggy have perfected a routine based around this, where Pink will alternate between taking a handful of popcorn for himself and then tossing a handful of popcorn into Ziggy's mouth piece by piece, super nonchalantly. Anyone who witnesses this is torn between finding it cute and weird.

Who falls asleep in the car, and who drives carefully not to wake them?

Pink would usually be the one driving, because Ziggy is a speed demon, but Ziggy can't fall asleep on any moving vehicle because he's very sensitive to the vibrations. So even if Ziggy went to sleep while Pink was driving, it would be for five minutes at most.

Who kisses first? Who wants to be kissed first?

Pink always wants to be kissed first and yet he never kisses first! That's one thing that Ziggy would gradually help him feel comfortable doing after they get together.

Who tells the other person how shitty their jokes really are?

Ziggy and Pink are both great at sarcasm and dry humor, but here's the thing- neither can genuinely tell a joke to save their lives. So if Ziggy makes a pun at Pink, Pink would roll his eyes and not even bother to come up with anything in response because he knows he'd fail. They manage to make each other laugh, though, and that's all that matters.

Who talks about things they like for hours, and who listens, even though they find it so, so boring?

Ziggy is more talkative, so he would do this. Pink could listen to Ziggy talk forever.

Who decides what to watch on TV? Or is it just endless fighting and ripping the remote control out of each others hands?

They wouldn't really watch TV at all, again because Ziggy is too susceptible to getting sucked into it and also because Pink relies on it too much to block out heavy emotions that he wants to avoid. But if they did, I'm sure neither one would care enough to fight over what they watch.

Who sings the Sharpay parts and who sings the Ryan parts while doing High School Musical duets?

Ziggy is gifted with a naturally wide vocal range, so he would be able to do Sharpay's parts with no problems.

NSFW Questions

Who is louder?

Ziggy.

Who is more experimental?

Ziggy considers himself open to trying anything. Within reason, of course.

Who takes more risks?

I don't really understand this question, but I feel like Pink might as he grows more confident being with Ziggy.

Who laughs more during sex?

Ziggy laughing during sex is my CRACK. <3

Do they fuck or make love?

Why not both? Different situations call for different approaches.

Lights on or off?

Pink prefers them off, but he's willing to have a lamp turned on so he and Ziggy can still see each other.

Who is more likely to be caught masturbating?

I feel like Pink would. And if Ziggy was the one catching him, it would basically be the start of a porno.

Who is more likely to suggest a threesome?

Ziggy, because again, he's willing to try everything (and he enjoys threesomes!), but he wouldn't do it if he and Pink were together because Pink gets jealous and also if they were committed to each other, Ziggy wouldn't care about being with anyone else.

Has either stolen the other’s underwear?

No, but that sounds like a thing Ziggy would do just to be a little shit.

Who comes first?

They usually do all they can to finish at the same time. Ziggy is probably more likely to do it, but he wouldn't want to until he knows Pink is satisfied.

Who is better at oral and who prefers it?

Ziggy prefers it, and yet, Ziggy is better at it.

Who is more submissive?

I'd say they're about the same level of submissive (which is to say they'd be switches if anything, I can't see either of them preferring one over the other).

Who usually initiates things?

Pink. After getting together, Ziggy would be a bit too sensitive to Pink's issues at first and he wouldn't want to make any kind of move because he wouldn't know if Pink would be okay with it. So he'd wait for Pink to initiate their first time, and in general he'd tend to let Pink initiate.

Who is more sensitive?

Physically speaking… probably Ziggy, but both are fairly sensitive.

Who has the most patience?

The bedroom is pretty much the only place that Ziggy is patient.

Which kinks do they share?

I honestly can't think of any kinks they'd indulge in. I don't see Pink as being into that, since he would view sex with Ziggy as a bonding experience rather than being driven by lust for him or wanting to try something new together, and as much as Ziggy enjoys playing around and experimenting, he's obviously not going to force someone to participate in a kink they're not interested in (plus I don't think he'd view Pink in that way anyway).

[kazumahashimoto]

all my ff7 rebirth thoughts i can remember upon a first watch, split into good and bad

THE GOOD:

-AERITH'S DAMN SONG IS REALLY GOOD IT'S BEEN STUCK IN MY HEAD. I CRIED.

-both gold saucer dates with aerith were really good. cloud instantly following aerith's bit with the announcer voice shocked me so bad i started crying just a little it was so fucking cute 😭 and i think they did the conversation about zack really well!!!! i like it. i really liked how they traded off helping each other get on/off. very sweets.

-there was a scene like somewhat early on i think with aerith cloud and nanaki where aerith tries to get him to let her touch his paws cos she thinks they'll be soft and he says no. aerith tries to get cloud on her side and he says “i mean, i am curious” I LOVE how he follows her bits. IT'S SO CUTE. HE'S SO SILLY AROUND HER.

-in nanaki's date the paws thing gets referenced with cloud shaking his paw and saying “woah, they are soft” i love a callback. cloud silly moments

-barret saying in-kweh-dible

-CAIT SITH IS SO CUTE. I'M SO JEALOUS OF HIM. HE'S SO CUTE. it is unfortunately tainted by the fact they chose to mispronounced his name however.

-yuffie pretending to hit barret and barret pretending to be hit 😭<3

-BARRET’S STORY WAS DONE PERFECT. i was crying so bad. the visuals, the voice acting, the writing, it was all there. i'm so so glad they stuck the landing with this one.

-VOICE ACTING MOSTLY GOOD. nothing was so terrible i was actively pulling my hair out while it happened like with reunion, so i'm pleased. cody christian has definitely improved since last time too he's kinda lost that awkward disjointed manner of speaking sentences, which i'll always have a fondness for but he really did an incredible job here. i really like the main remake cast's new voices!!! i know the recast wasn't received well by everybody but i really think they're all doing great. the only people i really struggle with are zack, and recently reno? he sounds off. he was lacking whimsy. though we don't see him too much here anyway so shrug. ALSO I REALLY LIKED ELENA'S VOICE. i'm not sure familiar with elena as a character so i can't speak much on how she was being characterized here, but i LOVED what the actress was doing. i love all her inflections. she was always very petulant and cocky and she felt perhaps younger than she actually is? but i think that's what they were going for with her being new. anyway she was a standout for me in terms of new voices for this game.

-aerith says “for real? awesome!” at one point and while i HATE that they changed that line in reunion, the fact that aerith is mimicking zack drives me insane. she says for real at least one more time after this too i love it. i can't remember every instance of her mimicking zack but just assume i got a kick out of all of them

-cloud aerith date after falling into the pit, “you don't look like you're on a date… more like, ‘at a funeral’.” what if i died? what if i blew up right here?

-”cloud…[...]aerith… how the hell am i supposed to choose?” zack so close to realizing he can have them both

-zack cloud and aerith all being alive in the same room together for the first time and two of them are unconscious made me laugh. i stay losing i love it (genuinely it's funny i think it's good that they died ect)

-OH ZACK THROWING A FUCKING LAMP POST OR WHATEVER INTO A HELICOPTER WITHIN THE FIRST FIVE MINUTES OF THE VIDEO GAME HAD ME SCREAMING THAT SHIT WAS SO FUNNY. LIKE GODDAMN. ALRIGHT. WORK.

-”alright. follow my lead.” “look at you takin charge! i like it!” my essay in why zack is submissive,

-AERITH HUGGING CAIT. WWEWEWHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

-”QUESTION. am i a dumbass?” “i'm cetra! am i intolerant?” i love you girl.

-cloud junior reminds me of the quaxly i named cloud jr. who was birthed by my friend's quaquaval cloud strife

-blanket statement i love all of cloud and aerith's interactions really i do. even if the plot was annoying me i must admit to enjoying all their cute smiles at each other. real cute. THEY MAKE GREAT GIFSETS !

-WE ARE IN THE FUCKING CLEAR. ANGEAL STAYED DEAD. PHEW.

-zack was looking at a notice board in the slums and there was a banora white poster directly next to his head

-the end scene was real fucking cute. i love a call back. ending on cloud's dumb smiley face and “you promise?” “promise.” AWAYUGH. i like them. they're sweets.

THE BAD:

-zack. oh girl. like, admittedly i was already coming to this from the perspective of “zack lives doesn't need to be canon”, but even STILL. god THEY FUCKED IT. now let me defend my initial stance here too. zack has no narrative purpose being alive in the canon story of ff7. the story of ff7 is already a complete one full of characters that each play their own role in how things turn out in the end. zack has his role. he's there to be cloud’s SOLDIER friend he looked up to, one that saved his life and brought him where he is now. his character gets expanded in crisis core, but ultimately he's still there to die. his role is to be dead. and, looking to crisis core, he gets a full story as well. it's not to say he has no room left to grow, theoretically, but WHAT would his purpose be in the canon story of ff7 if he still lived? here the thing. fanfiction does not need to be canon. fanfic and aus and headcanons are great, they're a wonderful tool to flesh out characters more, get in their heads, it's a chance to explore “what if”s. but they don't need to be canon. just because you like a character and want to see them more does not mean they'd serve an actual narrative purpose in the canon material. there's nothing zack could really offer here, in my opinion, and clearly the writers agree because they didn't give him shit to do.

everytime we skip back over to zack, he isn't doing anything. he's looking over cloud, looking over aerith, he's talking to marlene, to biggs, to elmyra, about NOTHING. “hopes, dreams maybe? something like that.” marlene gives him Weird predictions of the future, which changes nothing. he gives biggs a pep talk, which does nothing. honestly it feels like they were just trying to buy time until they could try and prod some jealousy out of him over cloud and aerith and then the final team up with cloud against sephiroth. and they couldn't even keep him IN CHARACTER the entire time.

i have my small gripes. zack so nonchalantly messing up an angeal speech (which he should have absolutely drilled in his head at this point. hah, one of THOSE, huh.) irks me. i still don't think caleb's voice really suits him, though it was much better this time around. i think zack not realizing that there's literally no way biggs could have possibly met cloud is stupid. but the worst, the most egregious bit of mischaracterization i have ever seen, is marlene telling zack he needs to make cloud better so he can protect aerith, and zack deciding to go to hojo. are you… fucking. kidding me? zack's internal clock is messed up. sure, okay, that doesn't stop him from remembering aerith's letter where she tells him he's been gone for FOUR YEARS. GETTING EXPERIMENTED ON IN A BASEMENT. WITH CLOUD. BY HOJO. and then he just, shows up! he shows up, and he says, “pretty sure i only asked to meet hojo, not a whole platoon.” he says, “whatever. the world's about to end anyway.” do they think he's fucking stupid? do they think he's dumb? do they think zack is so, what, cocky? so sure of himself? that he can’t possibly find all the very obvious flashing warning signs that that idea makes no fucking sense? you expect me to believe zack would just go back? that he'd even consider it? that he'd put his life, CLOUD'S LIFE, AERITH'S LIFE, at risk like that? like i'm speechless. what are they DOING to him? what did this even MEAN for his character? so he finds out aerith has a thing for cloud. he stands next to cloud for a minute. he leaves. what did this add? what did this even set up? nothing. zack being alive had zero impact on the story, so why keep him around to begin with?

-on the topic of biggs, biggs! he also had no fucking purpose! and he won't shut up about it either! survivor's guilt, oh sure, but when he starts waxing poetic about how he doesn't know why he was saved, all i can think is well of course they picked you, the other choices were a woman and a fat guy. no fucking wonder they went with you. AND THEN HE DIES WITHOUT HAVING DONE ANYTHING. he literally added NOTHING to the story. him and zack are just there for hungry fans to point and go LOOK, LOOK! MY FAVORITE IS HERE AGAIN! WE’RE EATING GOOD CRUMBS TONIGHT!

-cissnei. when i tell you cissnei was the literal only new potential plotline i was looking forward to going into this, i mean that fully. and you know what? i got baited. i, too, got baited with look, look, my favorite is here again. i thought of so many different ways cissnei could impact the story, based on the short clip we got from the last trailer, with her saying “it's you!” i thought, cissnei is the only person left who knew zack and cloud simultaneously while they were both alive, besides tifa who's keeping quiet and sephiroth who's fucking with cloud on purpose. this could be so interesting. she recognized him! i'm enthralled. i get to gongaga, cissnei shows up near immediately, and she says, “wait, it's you! oh, i thought you were someone else.” and they move on. it's never brought up again. like. really? really? “i thought you were someone else.” who in the WORLD else could he possibly be. cissnei sees this scrawny, short little “ex soldier first class” running around with the dumbest, FAMOUSLY, CANONICALLY, FREQUENTLY BROUGHT UP IN THIS VERY GAME, ICONIC hair style, and she says “i thought you were someone else.” I DON'T BUY IT. CISSNEI ISN'T STUPID. like it wouldn't have even needed to change the story line. any acknowledgment that she KNOWS him would have been better than THIS. a simple “it’s you! you're still alive!” “what do you mean?” “oh, uh, i saw you on the news!” BOOM there you go, now WE know she knows him, and everyone else just thinks she recognizes him from being wanted by shinra. excellent. but, no! no in fact cissnei serves no narrative purpose beyond “oh, she fulfilled zack's wish from crisis core” and “oh, i know her!” 

-the whispers were the worst fucking thing to happen to this fucking franchise. like not only are we getting the dumb “fate” bullshit (that's just there to poke fun at all the fans that wanted remake to be the original story with updated graphics), but we're also getting lost memories! in fact, we're using the whispers as explanations for things that did not need answering from the original game now too! aerith tells tifa about her missing memories, and tifa says she thinks that must be happening to her too. and i suppose i don't doubt that, given the whispers exist in this iteration of the story, tifa would THINK that that's what's happening to her, but what bothers me is that there's an ANSWER. if you're a new fan and don't know how this goes originally, you're going to be thinking “oh, it's the whispers” too. but there was no REASON for there to BE an answer. tifa thinks she's crazy. tifa thinks SHE'S the one in the wrong here, it can't possibly be cloud, but she's SO SURE she doesn't remember him there. there's so much turmoil there, especially as more and more signs point to tifa being right. but here, the answer is whispers. alright, guess tifa's memory is just fucked cos of the whispers. nothing to do about it!

i believe, due to the fact that whispers fucking with memories is something they kept bringing up, that everytime you think “the characters should already know this at this point” the answer is whispers! isn't that fun? isn't it Fun that we're getting plot convenient memory loss on EVERYBODY? honestly by the time they added a third fucking type of whisper i was fully convinced their literal only purpose is to drive the plot in whatever direction the writers feel like at any given moment. we need this character to do x, but how? well the answer is whispers. if EVERYONE is a puppet, what makes cloud so special huh? they're all at the whispers whims. don't seem to be defying much fate right now!

-on the topic of memory loss, yeah the only reason cloud remembers zack this early is so we could get that team up at the end. it's cheap. like, in theory the way they did it makes enough sense, he sees the room at the inn and remembers that he was with someone in there. (the conversation he remembers is also grossly out of character for zack at that point and seriously misleads you on what was such a somber conversation initially but uhhhh let's call it cloud's imagination huh.) alright, he sees the river flowing down the mountain and remembers he watched someone drown, must be zack! makes sense. and then, tifa agrees? yes, he drowned. oh, we should tell aerith. we should, but let me, and let’s keep it a secret. cloud just remembered he had a best friend, he says they were so close, how could he forget, he just remembered that he watched him die. and tifa tells him to keep it a secret? like i understand WHY but isn’t that a bit rude? i don’t know that she'd actually go about it like that. regardless it's getting REAL tiring how they keep adding in scenes early. they did it with the forest scene with aerith in remake and they're doing it here too. IT'S RUINING THE NARRATIVE FLOW!!!!!!

-um. no rocket town? we get cid with no rocket town? like picking up yuffie and vinny different from the original doesn't Super bother me, i think they did it well enough that it's not really worth noting for me, but this is quite the direction for cid. they've sucked all the misogyny right out of him and took out the area where he acts the absolute worst. i've never liked cid! but this just feels like. damn they didn't even wanna TRY getting into cid keeping this woman in his house doing all his chores cos she feels indebted to him. feels a bit selective to me, they had no problem making women squeal at the thought of hojo getting them pregnant, using women as bubbly set dressing, having cloud put a dress on and pretend to be a woman to trick a man into sleeping with him. oh but, cid is just a hair too far. we still need him for the travel though, so, welcome aboard! maybe the whispers made him forget.

-OH MY GOD THEY DIDN'T HAVE CLOUD SAY “did sephiroth… do this?” LIKE!!!!!!!! dude that's like if they decided zack didn't need to say “me? gongaga” to cloud when he asks where he's from. ARE YOU KIDDING ME.

-why did they decide shinra flew tifa out to corel? shinra, who wanted no survivors after the fire. shinra, who sent a full platoon after zack to kill him after he escaped. oh, but, in this one the residents in nibelheim all know that it burnt down? nibelheim, the town that's meant to be full of actors. the residents that are supposed to tell you “what an awful thing to say” when you explain the town burned down five years ago. oh but now it's a town dedicated to helping those with mako poisoning. right.

-i know damn well a furry did not design that galian beast WHERE IS HIS FUR. WHY ARE YOU WHITE. WHY IS HE NOT OURPLE. he looks too much like vinny, which might seem like a silly complaint but given how much he usually Doesn't look like him it kind of feels like they're treating us like we're dumb, like we couldn't possibly understand that that's vinny unless it really looks like him. not a fan.

-sephiroth didn’t even chuck the materia at cloud and then do a flip and fly away. girl you're missing all your most iconic scenes. at this point cloud's not gonna say let's mosey.

-what was the point of roche if they were just gonna essentially kill him off? i hate to sound like a broken record but girl what's the point of having all these characters when they add NOTHING. AND THEN THEY DIE.

-alright i wasn't playing the video game so maybe this was actually INCREDIBLY COMPELLING GAMEPLAY but why were half the puzzles in every area ���move a big box very slowly to a location” like. damn no wonder they put that thing in the demo you're gonna be doing it in every area for the next 20 hours

-good christ the ending was so convoluted and confusing. i already don't really care for timeline convergences as a plot point, so of course this really isn’t for me, but even still it was so frustrating and hard to follow. and i think they wanted it to be that way, but that doesn't make it interesting? that doesn't make it thought provoking or compelling, it makes it frustrating and hard to follow. AND MEANINGLESS. AERITH STILL DIED. like they keep going on and on about defying fate, doing whatever, they're taking charge of destiny and whatever. oh, here comes zack to help us fight. and he’s gone. oh, here comes aerith to help us fight, and we're mourning. not cloud though! i really don't get it.

-aerith DIES!!!!!!!! THIS IS A GOOD THING I WAS WORRIED THEY'D PUSSY OUT. and well they kinda did! we don't get the iconic scene of cloud putting her in the water? like her materia falls into the water OK but that's it. it's just cloud holding her and he tells her to wake up and she does and they smile. i tell ya what, it makes a real pretty gifset! and that's it!

-really and truly what bothers me the most about this all is that to so many people, THIS is what the story of ff7 is. to many new fans, this is the only version that matters. they don't care to go back and see what originally happened because the game is old and looks “bad”. no one's getting mad at dissidia for not following exact canon and keeping everyone alive. it's not a matter of everything needing to be 100% accurate all the time. it's the fact that this IS the story of final fantasy 7 in current times. this is what people are currently viewing as default. but it's fucking up the storyline, plot progression, narrative flow, characterization, character importance. and for what? a story that's nearly impossible for someone to fully understand without having prior knowledge of the original, and adds a plot device that mocks fans that just wanted the original's story with updated graphics? that's what bothers me most.

[teayana]

miraculous awakening

alright i watched the ml movie and, though it is flawed, i actually really loved it (i didn't expect it 'cause i've seen so many rather negative reviews). and there was something truly special in watching the movie in the cinema with people who love miraculous just as much as i do and even more. there were a lot of people around my age ( over 20 yo) and not so many children. (one little girl was dressed as ladybug, so cute)

i have some thoughts about the movie i'd like to share. there'll be some 📌SPOILERS📌 ahead.

😻what i liked about the movie😻:

🐞it is just so incredibly beautiful. a masterpiece, honestly.

🐞it was really fun, i laughed a lot (even though not all the jokes are good)

🐞LADYNOIR! that's all. just them. (i didn't have high expectations about the movie but what i did expect was to see my sweetest loveliest ladynoir and i got what i wanted and even more). their song stronger together (plus forts ensemble) will forever be my favorite.

🐞the characters are great. marinette is adorable. she is clumsy and shy (a bit more than she is in the show)

but she is also brave and strong and heroic - all she needed was just to believe in herself. also i loved her interaction with adrien much better in the movie than in the show. she isn't cringy around him, isn't stuttering and isn't confusing her words and she isn't stalkering him!

🐞adrien is a sweet sad boy as adrien and a bit annoying as chat in the beginning, and i love him so soo much!

🐞alya is gorgeous as always. nino, stuttering around her show!marinette style is just hilarious! same, nino, same. she is a goddamn queen after all.

🐞sabrina. she's a cutie pie.

🐞gabriel. the man actually cares for his son. his remorse and redemption in the end - wow, that was soooo great (unless the last scene ruined it, but maybe not - didn't really get what was it all about).

🐞the final battle. masterpiece.

😾and there were also things i didn't like about the movie😾:

🐞explanation of magic powers. ladybug doesn't have her lucky charm which means that up until the last battle (when she got a power-up) she wasn't able to fix the damage and left city in ruins.

🐞adrien didn't get the chance to deserve his miraculous, plagg just chose him without any explanation given. of course i get it that marinette is the very main character here but really? they couldn't spend five minutes to show adrien helping master fu or something? 

🐞plagg. oh boy. what happened to you. farting jokes? really??

🐞the songs are good but not so memorable. like a compilation of any disney movie song i've ever heard before. 

🐞the identity reveal. i know we're all tired of waiting for it to happen in the show. but the movie feels rushed and to me it needed more screen time. or a few more movies. i really wanted more love square drama before the reveal. 'cause ladybug seems to have feelings for chat noir (especially it is obvious in the stronger together song, even though she rejects chat), but adrien isn't remotely in love with marinette by the time of the reveal.

🐞also what happened to gabriel in the end? everyone knows he was a hawkmoth but did he go to jail or something? 

🐞and what was the last scene about? is he back to his evil shit or will nathalie be the next villain?

anyway, i loved it💖

hope we'll get to see the sequel.

[normal-internet-user]

Say less. @glikeme578

Okay, so lets start with my guy Dylan.

First of all, total icon. Mf lost his hand and just rolls with it. Pretty sure it's shock, but still.

He's relatively level-headed, he's such a chill guy too. I love everything about his and Ryan's relationship.

Mostly because it's so believeablely awkward. The flirting, and over compensating is so... real, I guess for lack of a better word.

His and Kaitlyn's dynamic is awesome too, I love it. I mean this giant bean-poll is hiding behind this teeny tiny women (comically taller than she is), but ALSO is totally willing to put himself in the way to keep HER safe too.

He's amazing. And the whole, *Dylan feels appreciated*- HE DIDN'T THINK THEY NEEDED HIM, OR THAT HE WAS ANY HELP BRUH-

I was totally taken with his character the second he was on screen, I love Dylan.

Abi is kinda hard for me, because I didn't really get much from her ig? She didn't really do much besides offer Kaitlyn the silver shells during the shit with Caleb. (Which I didn't take anyway)

She didn't really have many playable moment in the later parts of the game. She's really sweet, and obviously cares about her people. I love the duo that her and Emma are. (even if Emma is kinda a bitch?)

Also the guilt she was obviously experiencing after she had to shoot Nick, (I didn't know until my brother told me later if I didn't shoot, Abi would lose her FUCKING HEAD-), "What did I do wrong? I didn't mean to." GIRL- 🥺

Jacob's obvious overcompensating.

He's so... doubtful in himself. Which is made VERY clear if he gets infected and turns, he starts insulting himself- yada yada.

Also, he was SO ready to just launch himself over a BONFIRE NAKED. Bruh.

Wether that was the beer, stupidity, or the overcompendating is hard to decipher.

His love for Emma is kinda annoying sometimes, because dude, she's said no, please let it be. But I get it, he loves her, but he doesn't need to be so presistent about it.

I also don't understand why so many people lile hate him? Like I get, he's the reason they're all stuck there because he was sad about a break-up, but it's not like he knew about the fucking werewolves. He was just blinded by his rose colored glasses.

(Also him and Kaitlyn are childhood friends? Don't know enough about that to get into it, but I digress)

His dynamic with Nick is sweet too, encouraging him to talk to Abi, asking how their walk went, etc etc.

They remind me alot of brothers in a way.

Speaking of Nick, once again, he wasn't on screen for long before he turned into a goddamn werewolf.

What I got from him was I guess he's sweet, his humor is kinda dry, and also he's AWFUL with conversation, (To me the bit in the woods was just so AWKWARD, I'm sorry I was literally cringing, it was cute, but SO HARD TO WATCH)

We don't really get to see the way his relationship is with anyone besides Abi and Jacob.

Kaitlyn is my second favorite character.

She's smart, she KNOWS what she can do, and when to pass it along to someone else. Commom sense is rare in Hackettes Quarry, thank god she had some. (The bit where Jacob was waving around the gun gave me SO much anxiety. I totally thought someone was going to get shot-)

I also love that despite both her and Dylan being taken with Ryan, they weren't like, rivals, or enemies. They were still friends, and the way it was played out it seemed like more of a "whoever he picks" kinda thing.

Also, she wanted to be a street preformer? Which is like, so random.

She's so fierce and outspoken it's incredibly admiral, love her.

Emma... well. Emma.

She kinda had me at first, ig? I can't say I'm really a big fan of her. I get how she acts around Jacob, (the guy can't seem to understand no) but making-out with Nick during truth or dare was scuffed as fuck.

Okay, I get not wanting to kiss your ex, so Nick was the obvious option, but REALLY? SHE STRADDLED HIM, AND ATE HIS FACE FOR LIKE FIVE MINUTES-

"Oh, HeR aNd KaItLyN wAnTeD tO mAke AbI JeAlOuS sO shE'd FinAlLy Go FoR NiCk-"

SO???? KAITLYN'S NOT OFF THE HOOK HERE EITHER, THAT WAS FUCKED. Abi and Nick were actually getting somewhere ON THEIR OWN, sure it was slow but Emma didn't need to MAKE OUT WITH NICK TO SPEED IT UP GODDAMN.

I totally get Emma kissing Nick instead (even if Kaitlyn was kinda fucked for the dare anyway) I wouldn't wanna kiss my ex less than 24 hours after a break up either. But a little peck would have sufficed damn.

These people play truth or dare like fucking fifteen year olds.

Emma does seem kinda vain? To me ig? I mean I'm not saying she's like a terrible horrible person, but I don't know. I just didn't really like her all to much.

Ryan is like- so fucking hard to explain.

I am so emotionally attached to this character it's worrying. He's quiet, keeps to himself and is generally pretty awkward.

But he knows when he's needed to take charge.

I also wonder what's going on with his family? The bit in Chris' office has me curious. Animation school, leaving his sister with his grandparents...

Something deep there.

Appearently he's been going to camp since he was a kid, (unless im dumb and misunderstood), which is why he's so close to the Hackette's.

His sarcasm is so iconic too, also he's just so... likeable. He just seems like someone you could hang out with. No judgement, you know? Get what I'm saying here?

Selfless.

He was willing to give up his only source of protection to Laura at the end of the game, only having enough wolfblood for one person, he was straight up like "here you take it".

Max is my spirit animal.

Oh my god I love him.

"What? We run off into the sunset only to be stopped when I kill you. And eat you. And then I run off alone into the sunset with- little bits of you stuck in my teeth?" God that's hilarious.

He always looks like a kicked puppy.

His and Laura's relationship is so sweet. They care so much about each other it's- UGGGHHHH

He's giving himbo energy. It's giving golden retriever.

Very much "whatever you say ma'am"-esc (lol)

Laura is fully prepared to murder a bitch to fix her boyfriend, she really was.

She's stubborn, determined, even while being infected she is still focused on killing Chris, not for herself, FOR MAX-

Although it is a bit jarring that she doesn't feel bad (at least not that I noticed, I may be wrong) for killing Kaylee by accident. But hesitates to shoot Silas at the end? Weird. Very odd.

I don't really feel like getting into the Hackette's. There's not really much I'm interested in, sure, Travis is kind of an interesting character ig. But nothing really captured my attention you know?

Anyway, this is long as fuck. Whoops lol.

Playing the Quarry for the first time is so hilarious and infuriating at the same time.

On the one hand, all these characters are dumb as fuck in their own way, but also smart. How do you manage that? (Max is a fucking icon. So is Dylan.)

On the other hand- WHY DO THEY THINK EVERYTHING IS A BEAR??? IS THAT LIKE- THE ONLY FOREST PREDATOR THEY KNOW ABOUT? WHAT ABOUT A COYOTE (less so this one, coyotes don't get too big)? OR A MOUTAIN LION? WHY ARE THEY SO DEAD SET ON IT BEING A FUCKING GODDAMN BEAR???

But- it's a really good game, it really is. Every little choice has an effect on the game. Playing with my sister was insane, and to think there's so many different possible ways to play. Everyone dies, everyone's infected, everyon's dead etc. etc.

(Also the soundtrack is fucking awesome.)

The junk yard scene was metal as fuck too, (I was playing Dylan) like holy shit, a game has never had me more pumped like ever. I'm replaying the whole game again just to replay that bit. Absolutely awesome.

I haven't even touched on the characters yet. I don't think I will, or this will be like a fucking essay, but my god there's so much to talk about.

It's an AWESOME game, 10/10, would TOTALLY reccomend.

[stardustbot]

LISTEN can you imagine how annoying yingjie and yifan would be to live with, can you imagine the amount of mutual pining and melodramatics and how they would sigh a lot and worry about growing apart and just generally mope about looking desolate and everyone gets really worried (uh. the 1.2 people with people skills in happy) and gently make suggestions like

“you should just call him” 

and yifan is like, gently confused smile, i called him last night? 

and they literally talk every night and game together in their spare time (yingjie determinedly refuses to go near ye xiu after being tossed away so they use smurf accounts and play the storyline quests) and send each other messages on wechat and yingjie visits happy during the break (and first gets shanghai’d by chen guo to help man the desk because he’s far less useless than ye xiu, then gets tricked into helping happy run a raid and you know ye xiu is on the phone to wang jiexi crowing about stealing another one of his pillars and wang jiexi is all, big sigh, please don’t break him) and they make a huge dramatic fuss about having to separate when yingjie's leave is over, you know, yifan doing the big smile and “safe journey!” then standing by the door and looking down, biting his lip and just projecting Extreme Sadness while everyone else rolls their eyes because goddamnit, teenagers. 

(the biggest show is when yingjie has to leave, but there’s a mini soap opera every time ye xiu calls a team meeting and yingjie isn’t allowed in, they start looking puppy eyed when the cafe is crowded and they can’t sit next to each other) 

(every one is extremely sick of their shit but no one, not even ye xiu, can bring themselves to call yifan out on it.) 

meanwhile, wang jiexi really did not sign up for yingjie moping gently around the practice room and shooting him doleful looks until wang jiexi sucks it up and asks what’s wrong, and yingjie just sighs and goes, nothing... and then half a second later, looks bravely determined and, captain, you have friends on other teams, right? 

(wang jiexi signed up to game, he did not sign up for this. he’s starting to reconsider yingjie as a pillar. pillars need to be stable.) 

(except he’s really not and with a sigh the size of an ocean in his heart, sits yingjie down to have the most awkward heart to heart ever)

the only people who are actually willing to sit yingjie down and gently, but firmly, explain to him that he’s a giant idiot is the rest of tiny herb’s sub line because they have to live with this mopey bastard, who goes from dolefully wide-eyed to looking down at his phone and smiling soppily in a heartbeat and then easily slaughters them during practice. it’s demeaning. 

also, wang jiexi gives them the eyebrow whenever yingjie casually wipes them out in solos and continues moping after taking his headphones off which is, quite frankly, terrifying. 

[tired-biscuit]

How would the Naruto idiot friend group survive or how long they’d last during no nut november I wonder 🤔💭

—🐻

i actually have a moot that did a similar kind of post, here's the link. it was a really fun read, so check it out if you feel like it!!

i know it's not a group of idiots necessarily, but i chose kiba and naruto simply because i think they have the most potential to share custody of a single brain cell (and because they're my faves, lol.) it's all under the cut, because it's obv nsfw.

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: just two horny morons suffering because of NNN 🧡 fem!reader, 18+ mdni

𝘄𝗰: 900+ words

𝗞𝗜𝗕𝗔

Fails.

Don’t get me wrong, the man is determined to last – and is loud about it, too – but as soon as it comes to actually committing to NNN, Kiba is all bark and no bite. He lasts not even two full days before his hand winds up in his pants, which, if you take his sky-high libido into consideration, is pretty good actually.

His ego makes him act all smug and proud the first night; he’s messing around in the group chat, talking about how good that first nut on the 1st of December is going to feel, and yet by the second night he’s already growing agitated and snippy because he’s used to jerking one out before bed or early in the morning when he wakes up with a literal coke can in his sweatpants.

He’s so pent-up that he even dreams some whacky-ass scenario with you between his legs, his best friend; drooling and sucking the literal life out of him with that cutesy mouth that always likes to talk shit whenever he teases you, and for some odd reason: it’s enough to make him admit defeat.

He wakes up in the middle of the night, drenched in sweat like he’s just had a nightmare despite that it was the literal opposite, and with the image of your cute face covered in his cum still somewhere in the back of his mind. He can still feel your hands on his thighs, the weight of your slick tongue on his dick. So he says ‘Fuck it.’ and opens up Pornhub on his phone. He taps the first video that catches his eye and finishes at the initial blowjob part not even five minutes in whilst his mind insists on replaying that goddamn scenario with you instead. 

The amount of cum he’s managed to produce just because he hasn’t touched himself in two days is unholy. Or it might be because you’re someone who he’s just now realized that he wants so, so badly. Who knows.

He sleeps like a baby afterwards, despite that the post-nut clarity chews on his pride a little. The confused feelings he harbours for you don’t help either. And when he wakes up in the morning, still grumpy but now at least without the persistent ache in his balls from being so horny all the time, all he does is jack off again because it’s literally pointless now and he might as well try to feel good about being a lovestruck loser.

The others know he’s failed the moment he’s actually quiet in the group chat. He doesn’t tell them about the reason as to why, though. Just slaps that ‘seen’ like the sensitive cancer sign that he is, and texts you instead.

𝗡𝗔𝗥𝗨𝗧𝗢

Fails.

Naruto lasts surprisingly longer than he initially thought he would, despite that he took the entire thing as a joke at first. Still, he’s determination incarnate and competitive – as most young men his age are – and he’s going strong for about a week or two just to prove a point that consequently doesn’t even hold any meaning in the end. 

And it shows. Not being able to spill his load makes him impatient. He’s always jittery; bouncing his knee whilst sitting on the couch in your living room while you watch movies and a suggestive scene pops up, staring at you from the corner of his eye for just a little bit too long all the time. After all, Naruto is already touchy and needy on the norm, especially around you, so not being able to stuff his dick inside your warm cunt and bully it to his heart’s content is simply annoying.

What do I even get out of this? Is it worth it? What’s the fuckin’ point, really? – These questions are the only thing he thinks about lately.

However, despite the lack of intimacy during November, his evident struggle is awfully amusing to you. So you egg him on, acting all sweet and coy whilst executing your plans that would lead to his demise like some evil mastermind in the making.

You wear those pretty dresses that show off the tops of your thighs whenever you step onto your tippy-toes and wrap your arms around your tortured boyfriend’s neck. Press your chest to his own real tight, so that he can surely feel your soft tits squish against him, especially late in the evening when you’re both just chilling at home and you’re not wearing a bra underneath the tiny shirts you all of a sudden like putting on around him.

It’s all fun and games – for you, of course. Still, Naruto doesn’t yield all that easily. He just refuses to give.

However, two weeks are certainly a lot for a man with a sex drive so high that it reaches past the clouds. Every little thing, may it be intentional or not, is like a trigger inside that horny pea-brain of his. And because of it, it takes you literally nothing more than bending over in your tight gym shorts for his willpower to finally crack.

You’re in the kitchen, searching for a freaking pot to cook dinner in and not attempting to appear enticing at all for once, and yet the moment his warm hand traces the curve of your ass over the smooth spandex, it’s game over.

Soldier down, his dick ends up buried deep inside your pussy before you can even lay eyes on the stupid pot.

[obey-me-rot]

You're Mine

A/N: I guess as a writing blog I should be doing some writing right? Honestly this has just been the biggest headcanon I've had in a while since I started playing Obey Me of the brothers just...like Devildom culture must be so different! And then the whole pact thing with human masters must be so different as well! I just view them as big animals just wanting to get your attention u wu. Warnings: Jealous boys, public shows of dominance and a lot of biting.

It's almost painful being in the Devildom sometimes.

A cultural exchange program amped up to 100 %.

As much as you loved the brothers, you also were meeting some pretty cool demons in RAD. Surely you were the human student everyone was so excited to meet, but none of them really talked to you, you know? But there were some that were brave enough to overlook your pact marks and dive into a conversation.

Even some were bold enough to talk to you out of school!

Making so many friends was so exciting, especially since you still thought of yourself as new! Wait till the brothers see how many new demons you have met!

Problem is you forgot how weird demon culture is, especially when it has to do with a demon and their master.

"MC?"

Lucifer blinks as he notices the demon approaching the two of you, pausing your daily walk with him as confusion turns to familiarity and you run up to greet your friend.

The first thing he notices is how they are a low ranking demon, so there’s no need to be hyper aware of any sort of threat. In this instance he doesn’t need to look to make sure his pact mark is visible to the demon.

His mark was embedded right in your iris, so anyone could see whose protection you were under.

He smiles politely as you turn around to introduce them, the demon waving at him shyly as if remembering that, yes, this human made a pact with Lucifer and therefore should not be messed with in any way. Yet there was no sort of violent tendencies coming from this demon, which put him at somewhat of an ease.

That is, until the demon takes a hold of your hand.

It’s a simple touch, one that a human would mistaken for a sign of friendship and camaraderie. The demon was speaking excitedly about a new flower they had seen over at the Botanical gardens and how much they wanted to show it off to you.They tighten their hold and Lucifer has to dig his fingernails into his palm from ripping their hand off.

You had no idea what it meant and the action would most likely scare you.

And Lucifer wanted you to trust him as much as possible.

“Would it be okay if Lucifer comes along?”

“...y--yeah! I don’t mind!”

Hesitation mixed with fake happiness, this demon really thought that he would get some time alone with you, didn’t they? They probably planned this whole thing out and whatever excitement they were showing you was just a front to hide their true intentions. Besides, look how they are hanging off of you, they want to make a pact with you so badly it’s almost disgusting.

Might as well get rid of the pest now.

“Come on MC, I want to show you the huge petals--!”

“OW!”

You and the demon look back to see Lucifer biting down on one of your fingers, your ring finger to be exact, while making eye contact with the pest. His teeth are not necessarily breaking skin but the pain of the bite made all your attention go back on him, turning around to tug your finger away and cradle it close. “Lucifer what the hell!”

He smiles and tells you not to worry about it, your retort falling on deaf ears as Lucifer’s eyes fall on the demon one more time. Their eyes are wide and they have immediately taken two steps back, their back as straight as a needle as Lucifer sends them one last look that lets them know of his intentions.

Leave now or I will gut you in front of my human.

You turn to apologize to your friend for putting them in such a weird situation but the demon is already long gone, no sign of them ever being in your presence as you look around aimlessly.

“They left...” you frown and look at Lucifer, “Next time at least warn me.”

“If I did then you would have probably forbidden me from doing so.”

The Avatar of Pride smiles as he takes your hand, interlacing his fingers with yours as you kept talking about how you would apologize the next day. But Lucifer wasn’t listening, he just kept staring at you as you talked, happy that his master wasn’t particularly mad.

That demon would have to learn to get his own, this human was already his.

He had finally gotten you all to himself.

Mammon had a photoshoot today, making you tag along so he could finally show off his modeling skills. And it would help him out as well. The product they were trying to sell did not appeal to him one bit and he just really needed you as inspiration.

And inspiration did you give.

“Oh gorgeous Mammon gorgeous! Lean back and close your eyes.”

The cameraman was giving him compliment after compliment, excellent after excellent, it was as if all eyes were on him at that exact moment. He smiled as he thought about how you must be looking at him. His shirt was open, letting the cloth hang off the side of the couch as the camera focused primarily on the low riding jeans that showed off the boxers he was promoting.

“Perfect! Perfect!! Now turn around and stare into the camera!”

His eyes opened and his head turned expertly, Mammon smiling as he tried to make eye contact with you--

Only to see that you were gone.

Camera flashes stop as he bolts up, turning to look for you before his eyes focused on your form.

There you were...talking with someone else.

“Mammon?”

He doesn’t stare at the cameraman, only gets up and stalks towards you and the demon currently holding up the lights. Both of you turn to face him, a voice speaking loudly about a five minute break as Mammon stands behind you and hugs you from behind, placing his chin right on your shoulder as he looks at the interloper.

“Are you taking a break?”

Mammon smiles as he buries his face in your shoulder, hugging you tight as the demon tells him he did a wonderful job. Without raising his head, Mammon speaks up.

“MC, who is this?”

“Oh right! Haven’t introduced you. He is a friend from RAD! We sit together in Pactology 101.”

“Well we used to sit together...”

“We talked way too much in class, didn’t we?”

It’s like nails on a chalkboard when he laughs, Mammon feeling glad that he was closer to you so he could hear the sound of your laughter instead of the ugly screeching of the intruder taking up your attention. Did this guy think he was stupid? That he couldn’t notice all the goddamn pheromones he was releasing? Mammon shakes his head back and forth, breathing in your scent heavily as he tries to leave his own behind.

This guy was embarrassing himself with how badly he wanted to form a pact with you.

“MC.”

“Oh oh, remember when the teacher caught us texting in class?”

“I think he might want to just put us back together cause we are still causing trouble!”

The Avatar of Greed frowns, did you not hear him?

“MC…”

“Well the teacher knows we are a good match, doesn’t he?”

“A match made in hell, I would say.”

Why was this guy still talking? Why were you still listening to him?

“MC….”

“Hey after this...would you want to go get some coffee, MC? If you’re not busy.”

“Nah, I only have this toda---FUCK!”

A pair of teeth tug at your earlobe, Mammon growling in your ear as he makes eye contact with the annoyance in front of him. He should be counting his lucky stars that you were still in the room, if Mammon found him anywhere else this demon would be nothing more than a meal for his familiars.

“MC, you have to stare at me or else I’m going to take longer.”

You rub at your ear as Mammon lets go of you, breaking eye contact with the other demon as he gives you his signature pout. He didn’t want you to see him be all scary, Mammon wanted you to see him like the number one demon he always tried to be for you.

“And you had to bite me because of that!?”

“Because you weren’t paying attention! You have to keep your eyes on me or else I’m not going to sell this stupid product. In fact--”

He drags you back to the couch, yelling at the cameraman that he would be posing with you so he could actually get through this photoshoot instead of doing a solo shoot. The man sighs but calls makeup to get you ready, Mammon smiling as he sits down right next to you.

The farther you were from that guy the better, all of his master’s attention needed to be on him after all.

Of course something like this would happen. Bad luck seemed to follow Leviathan wherever he went.

"Did you see the finale of it live?"

"I did!!! My movie theatre put it on the big screen and everything!"

Levi was glad that you were a nerd just like him. It was refreshing and probably one of the biggest reasons he had decided to make a pact with you.

Well, he had tried to kill you first and then make a pact with you but it was still a special story! Who would have thought that he would land himself a human master with his own interests!

Though he guessed that was a bad thing now.

He couldn't keep his thoughts in check as the clerk of the comic store kept talking to you, Levi annoyed that he couldn't keep up with the conversation you two had. It was about some comic cinematic universe that had been adapted in the human world and he honestly didn’t want to put anymore thought into it because of how close the clerk was getting.

Dammit he should have bought the new manga volume in Akuzon...but you had been so cute irl asking him to get the manga in this comic store you found,and if his master was begging him so cutely then what else could he do?

“I actually got the limited edition of this one movie--”

Nobody cared.

“It was up for a lot in Akuzon but I’m glad I got my hands on it--”

Stop talking!

“And I have a pretty cool viewing set up in the back--!”

Stop talking, stop talking, stop talking, stop talking to MC!

Levi frowns as you gush about the movie some more, glaring down at you for letting your attention stray from him. But why should he be surprised, of course your attention would stray. Him being the yucky otaku that he is, of course you would go with the demon who took his interest and actually turned it into a profit--

No.

No! It wasn’t your fault! It wasn’t even his fault! It was this demon’s fault!

Thinking they looked so cool with their most basic of interests. If Levi could expose them for the fraud that they were, MC would be able to see the absolute fool that this demon was making themselves out to be. Smiling a lot more, inching closer as they talked, even offering to take you to the back of the store--!

People may say what they want about Levi but at least he wasn’t this desperate to get on the good side of a human...at least the first time he met you.

His eyes fall on the back of your neck, hair conveniently placed out of the way as he remembered something Lucifer had discussed with him and Mammon after they had made their pact.

You will not think rationally when you are with them, make sure to monitor your actions so you don’t embarrass yourself.

That’s what he said but…

Surely Levi wasn’t going to embarrass himself more than this demon already has.

“This is the one with the symbiote creature, right? And you got the bonus deleted scenes! Honestly I would be so down with watching it right--EEP!”

Levi made sure to let his tongue lick the back of your neck first before biting down, wanting to make the bite as painless as possible. Although he guessed that not making you feel pain was out of the question as he felt you tense up, his tongue swiping against your nape one last time as he pulled back and tugged on the back of your shirt.

“MC let’s go. They don’t have it.”

You turn to look at Levi, hand on the back of your neck as you tell him that he could have gotten your attention in any other way, but he knew for a fact that he had made his point across with the demon in front of him.

Summoning Lotan in his own home was one thing, summoning Lotan in a store would probably cost a lot…

Even if he knew brothers wouldn’t blame him with how nauseatingly this demon was trying to approach their master.

“MC, here.”

Satan breaks his pencil, but it seems the two other people don’t seem to notice.

“And it's the first edition too, but I took it out just for you.”

You smile and mention about how you didn’t need anything fancy for the assignment, just a simple book that talked about Devildom history. Which Satan agreed, this bug was acting like he owned the entire Royal Library. A pass to get a first edition title wasn’t that rare of a fucking find--if he wanted, Satan could call up any of his connections and get about 16 copies of different first edition titles that spoke not just about the Devildom history but about whatever the hell topic he could get his hands on.

This guy wasn’t that special yet he was acting like he had just given you the world on a silver platter.

The demon sat down at the table you and Satan were studying at, looking at you the entire time he explained how to open the book and how to make sure it stays in its pristine condition.

Which made Satan break another pencil.

From what you had mentioned, this guy was just someone you knew from RAD. You labeled him as the ‘smartest person in the class’. Which was a bit of an insult on his part but he guessed that as long as he wasn’t the one in your class it didn’t count as an insult towards his person.

He, of course, being the smartest demon you know.

But Satan didn’t have to be the smartest demon in RAD to know what this nuisance was doing.

If he were to read you any book on Devildom demonology, certain demons needed a human master. This insect in front of you would count as one of them. Lower demons usually tend to be without guidance and need a soul to feed from. In comes a human master, being able to fulfill that need with a pure soul of their own. The demon feeds and in return, develops a sort of ‘affection’ towards their master since they are now the hand that feeds them.

The same couldn’t be applied to Satan or his brothers, however. As the seven demon lords, they are able to gain the sustenance they need from the feed of other lower demons under the sin they were made in.

They are free to form pacts, but it’s not like they need it.

A good metaphor would be that they are essentially ‘picking off the plate’ of the lower demons, making the lower demons only cause minimal casualties up in the human world as they feed and keeping the seven lords from going feral with hunger.

Of course, things were different now. Satan had you now, a human all of his own.

Essentially, someone was trying to ‘take a bite’ of his favourite food, and Satan hated sharing.

Friends be damned, politeness be damned, he needed to show this demon his place.

“Isn’t it fascinating? The cover was made with a demon’s skin.”

“....really?”

“Yes. I believe it was from recently dead demon’s during the first Celestial War. Do you want to feel?”

You nod, curious about the black and shiny cover as the demon holds out his hand for you to take--

Only for you to yelp as Satan takes it first, dragging your hand back so it would be close to his lips as the Avatar of Wrath’s teeth bite at the skin near your wrist. You hiss in pain at the sudden sharpness, quickly pulling your hand back and staring at your demon as he gives the annoyance one last pointed stare.

“That is how demons started their pacts before we arrived in the Devildom, wasn’t it?”

The demon nodded slowly, his eyes darting to the mark on your wrist and then back at Satan. He opened his mouth to try and speak up but seemed to decide better against it, giving you one last smile as he stood up. “...I’ll...I’ll go get you the second volume. That one might include more accurate and updated information on pact markings.”

Satan smiles and nods as he scoots his chair close to you, looking back at you tracing the mark on your wrist with a frown before putting all your attention back on him.

“Did demons really used to form pact marks like this?”

The Avatar of Wrath shrugs.

“I was only guessing, he was the one who left thinking it was the truth. Here, let’s go look for a book on our own.”

Asmo would like to think that he had perfected the fake smile to the point he could keep it up for an indeterminate amount of time.

“MC! Try this!”

Yet the corners of his mouth twitched as he watched one of your friends, who happened to be a store clerk at Majolish, open the door to your dressing room to hand you another outfit they had picked out. And it wasn’t a bad outfit--!

Just...did they have to keep opening the door every single time?

Granted, he shouldn’t be in your dressing room in the first place but he insisted he would stay since you were only trying some shirts on! It wasn’t like he was seeing anything inappropriate and your pants were staying on the entire time.

This sight was okay for him because he was your demon and you were his master.

So it wasn’t right that some random nobody kept coming in to hand you shirts that they thought looked cute on you! That’s what you had Asmo for!

Yet here he was, secluded to sit down on the little chairs that someone would usually toss the unwanted clothes they wouldn’t buy. Which was already doing horrible things for his self-esteem.

“I learned a couple of things by working here. See? The color really matches your hair.”

The Avatar of Lust scoffs when he hears that. What exactly did the demon learn? How to match colors? Oh look, someone learned the basics of the color wheel, someone give them a medal.

“And since you are wearing something long at the bottom, it’s only fair that you go with something short on top.”

This demon is going to win an award for making basic observations, Asmo could already see it. What a future they had ahead of them.

“These colors are summery too so...it goes great with the weather!”

Oh he wants to gag, Asmo’s heard enough.

“You don’t think it’s too revealing? I do like the color though…”

Before the demon can answer, Asmo grabs your shoulders and pulls you back to him with a smile as he makes you look in the mirror.

“I think it’s revealing enough for the summer look you are going for...except can you maybe get it in a light pastel? Any color would do it just needs to be a pastel color if we want it to go with the light color of your bottoms.”

The demon deflates at the sudden lack of contact with you but nods as they step out, waving goodbye and stating once again how ‘gorgeous’ you looked. Which Asmo guessed was the only compliment they had in their arsenal.

Gorgeous didn’t even begin to describe you.

“I did like this color, Asmo. Does it not look good?”

“No it looks perfect on you! But--”

He tugs on the floral print top and smiles as he wraps his arms around your shoulders.

“Floral prints are extremely last season and I want you to be on a more neutral type of clothing. Just simple colors. This way we can add some jewelry--some of my own creation of course.”

Asmo smiles when you giggle, fixing your top and looking at yourself in the mirror a couple more times as you mumble to yourself about how Devildom summers seem rather temperate compared to the ones you were used to and how you wouldn’t need anything sleeveless.

Damn the Devildom summers, if they could even be called that at all.

His ears twitch as he hears the pest start to make their way back, Asmo’s smile dropping slowly as he looks down at your neck. This was the spot they kept staring at, wasn’t it? Shame it wasn’t decorated--

But he could fix that~ “I found some other colors that would go well with you MC, do you want to--”

“OW OW OW!”

Asmo’s teeth are right on your neck, turning to look back at the clerk with a smile and a little wave as he hums at the way you clench and unclench your fingers while looking at him through the mirror, wanting to ask just why he was doing this but the pain keeping you quiet. It was cute how much you were hurting but how you were doing absolutely nothing to stop him. This could technically mean that you approved of what he was doing, correct?

He lets go as the clerk immediately closes the door, you calling out for your friend but Asmo brings you back and makes you look at the mirror one more time.

“There we go. That’s a pretty mark, right MC? An Asmodeus Limited Edition item, just for you~”

If this kept happening, Beel was going to eat this demon.

“You need to try some Devildom food, MC! I promise it's good!”

Beel stomach growls again as you laugh, ignoring the parfait in front of you. He gives you a tap on the shoulder and your attention is right back to him. “Oh sorry, Beel. Here!” You scoop up the delicious frozen treat and feed it to him, Beel smiling as he takes another two bites of his hamburger and watches you and your friend talk. He actually had no idea that you had any friends in RAD and was happy to see that at least some demons were treating you nicely, compared to theo ones who had teased you when you first arrived.

Well he said teased, more like threatened to eat you.

He figured you would make friends fast though, you were nice and all the demons here were already attracted to human souls so it was bound to happen that one of them would have the courage to talk to you.

Yet this one seemed rather...eager.

“How about this. Hell’s Kitchen serves good food but I know this awesome corner in the wall place we can get some grilled bat sandwiches. Guts and everything.”

His stomach growls again, he knew of the place this demon was talking about and would most likely want to take you there himself if you ever asked.

Beel takes another two bites before waiting for you to feed him the parfait.

Nothing.

He frowns and stares at you again, the demon keeping your attention all to himself as you spoke about how you didn’t necessarily want to eat anything with guts in it. His eyes went to the parfait, watching some of the perfectly placed scoops slowly melt and droop down on the plate.

MC, pay attention to him!

This was his time with you! He didn’t mind if someone else stepped in and he was glad you were making friends but this demon was interrupting his mealtime!

He ate his burger, you fed him ice-cream, this is how it had always worked!

People could say what they wanted but Beel was a creature of habit, and he was in the habit of having you feed him.

Not just that, he was in the habit of having your attention all on him when it was his time to hang out with you.

Wasn’t this demon just being a bother? Didn’t you also want them gone?

They kept talking about all the stuff that clearly grossed you out, seemingly delighted with your reactions as they kept trying to egg you on to say yes to an outing. If it wasn’t for the fact that you were smiling the entire time, Beel would have already made the move to unhinging his jaw and--

“I promise I’ll treat you to the best ghost pepper pizza you’ve ever had. You’re free after this, right?”

Beel’s stomach growls, whether in hunger or anger Beel wouldn’t be able to say. All he knows is that this demon is bad news for both him and you.

So what would be the quickest way to make him back off?

“I’m not but I can take a raincheck--!”

You drop the spoon you were holding as Beel bites your cheek, throwing the demon one quick glimpse before letting out a few sounds that seemed to make up your name. The demon stares at you and Beel as the Avatar of Gluttony pulls away from you, licking his lips as you slowly put a hand on your cheek and turn to look at him.

“The parfait is gonna melt. I want another bite.”

“Beel…”

Eyes turn to the demon once again, Beel frowning as he takes a hold of your hand underneath the table.

“Please leave. If MC is going to eat Devildom food then they’ll eat it with me. The only thing you are going to do is gross them out.”

“So what did you want to talk about?”

Belphie frowned as your fingers gently played with his hair. That is not what he had asked for when he asked to lay on your lap. Belphegor wanted the usual way you would comb through his hair, both of you gently whispering to each other as the planetarium ambience lulled him to sleep.

“Well...uhm...I wanted to ask something important.”

And who the hell was this person? He peeked up to look at you smiling at the screen, frowning that you still didn’t seem to notice you were doing a shit job at giving him the attention he needed. Whoever this was had been on the line with you for a good solid ten minutes, talking about useless subjects such as their day and what they had for lunch. If anything, Belphegor had no idea how this thing was taking your attention. You were doing most of the talking anyway, they should just hang up and leave you alone to pay attention to your demon.

“We’ve known each other for a while.”

Belphegor most likely knew MC for longer...maybe.

“And honestly I haven’t met a human like you before. You just...I just expected humans to be something and you aren’t that so it threw me off.”

The Avatar of Sloth yawns as he buries his head in your lap, smiling at the darkness he found in the small crook of your thighs. He yawns again and closes his eyes to try and fall asleep but the grating voice of the demon on the phone was sending nothing but warning signals to his brain.

“So I wanted to ask something I didn’t think I would ask a human before.”

He really wanted to yell ‘get to the point’ or ‘hang up the phone’ but he knew that you would most likely shush him and tell him to be patient, which would then result in you gently pushing him away so you could talk somewhere more private. And he wasn’t ready to lose his favourite pillow just yet.

So he continued listening, tracing random shapes on your thighs as he felt his eyelids start to droop.

“I know you have seven pacts already…”

Damn straight.

“But would an eight be too much for you?”

That wakes Belphegor right up, eyes wide open and head turned to face up at you to see your reaction. Of course you would be surprised, this demon really had the guts to ask the current master of the Seven deadliest demons in the Devildom for a pact?

You better be grateful that Belphegor found comfort in your lap and would prefer to stay here, rather than go break the neck of the demon insolent enough to try to take his master away.

So go ahead, reject him.

“A pact? With me?”

What were you doing?

Don’t give him such a hopeful answer! Belphegor had to share you with six other demons constantly and those demons were his siblings! He was okay sharing with Beel but he drew the line at anyone else! Adding an eighth demon to that would be like asking for a bloodbath, a bloodbath with only one target.

Belphegor frowned as the demon started talking again, stuttering and jumping over his words like he was a dog who asked to eat their masters table. Which essentially he was, not like there was room for him anyway.

“I know I’m not like those brothers--”

Damn straight.

“But making a pact with you would make me really happy...is what I am trying to say.”

He wants to gag.

A part of him couldn’t blame the demon, you were perhaps the best master a demon could ask for, but you were already t a k e n.

And you were to blame too, you know?

You weren’t rejecting him like you should. The face you were making was far too surprised and flattered at the proposition given to you. Were you that greedy? Had Mammon rubbed off on you? You had seven of the most powerful demons under your command, what more could you possibly want?

As a master, you were doing a bad job at rejecting this insect and an even more horrible job at not paying attention to the actual demon you were tied to.

He turns his head back to the darkness of your thighs, feeling you shift as you also struggle to find an answer. This was becoming too much, if Belphegor didn’t act fast you were most likely going to say yes, just because you didn’t know any better!

Fuck it, you could try to push him off but Belphegor would hold on tightly, he had to save you from your mistake.

“Uhm. Well that is honestly really flattering. And eight pacts wouldn’t be so bad--”

You slap a hand over your mouth, your teeth biting into your tongue as you look down at the demon nipping at the inside of your thigh. Belphie looks up innocently, batting his eyelashes at you as he bites down a little harder--

“I’ll-try-to-have-an-answer-for-you-later-got-to-go-bye!”

Fingers hurry to end the call as Belphegor quickly lets go, smiling as you gape down at him.

“I was in the middle of a call!”

“I know.”

“Then what was that about!?”

The Avatar of Sloth shrugs as he closes his eyes.

“You weren’t paying attention to me. It made me mad.”

You sigh and lean back, Belphegor waiting for a few moments before smiling as he feels your fingers combing through his hair.

“Next time,just talk to me, Belphegor.”

He would have answered, but that would make him promise something he most likely was not going to do.

[wooahaes]

good morning

pairing: jihoon x fem!reader

prompt: n/a [private birthday prompt list]

word count: wc

warnings: n/a

daisy’s notes: im literally going to make sure i always tag s/v/t woo/zi as that instead of jihoon. the curse of having two groups w two jihoons. 

The last thing you wanted on your birthday was to be woken up by having all of your blankets yanked off of you. Even if it was by your stupid, stupidly cute boyfriend who was looking at you like you were the goddamn sun. You had scrambled to press your face into your mattress, covering your head from the light in your room with a loud groan.

“Good morning!” He had said, notably more chipper with you than you’d expect. Jihoon reached out, shaking your side. “Happy birthday to the prettiest birthday girl in the world--”

Jihoon laughed quietly when you reached for the blanket, managing to snag a corner of it and tug it back with more strength than he expected. He stumbled forward, catching himself on your bed before he could fully slip. You could hear him laughing again, leaning back slightly based off the way the mattress dipped behind you. In your half-asleep stupor, you swore you heard a camera shutter go off before you felt the full weight of your boyfriend on you.

“Good morning,” he said again, breath tickling your ear.

He watched you blindly groping the air for his face, chuckling again as he reached out to guide your hand to him... Only to get shoved back away from you, watching as you curled up into the blankets more with a mumble for another five minutes.

Jihoon knew that you weren’t a morning person in the slightest. But he was willing to make a few sacrifices if it meant spending as much time with you as possible.

So he stepped away, walking over to your closet and opening the doors. He’d allow you another minute or two before he tried to rouse you again, partially to avoid getting shoved away for a second time. He hummed to himself, pushing through different dresses you had hung up there. Maybe something more casual? Then again, he didn’t have any proper plans: all he had planned was spending all day with you doing whatever you wanted to do. He paused, noticing the jacket you’d stolen from him hanging up in the back of your closet--hidden behind your jackets as if it belonged right there. He rolled his eyes, shutting the doors. He’d get it back later. He doubted it smelled like him anymore anyway, judging on the fact you were currently wearing another hoodie of his. He mulled over his options then: if he couldn’t help you find something to change into, he didn’t really have any other options. Breakfast was going to be your choice (even if that meant he would have to go back and cook for you), and he hadn’t thought to bring you anything else since he had plans to take you shopping to buy you whatever you wanted (within reason, at least). So that just left him waking you up again, as much as he was starting to dread doing so.

Attempt number two. He crawled back into bed, draping his arms around you before pressing a small kiss right in front of your ear. “Baby,” he hummed in a low, soft voice, “it’s time to get up.”

You turned your face just enough so that he could hear you clearer: “What time is it?”

“Noon.”

You jolted, immediately waking up as you looked at him. He laughed as you scrambled for your phone, only to be greeted with the fact it was barely seven in the morning. Another shove pushed him toward the edge of your bed as you went to turn back over, only to get caught by your boyfriend wrapping his arms around you.

“Don’t you want your gift?”

You let out an annoyed moan, shutting your eyes and leaning back into Jihoon’s chest. “Can’t it wait?”

He shook his head, before resting it on your shoulder. “The longer you take to get up, the less time you’re going to have for it.” He ignored the tiny kiss you pressed onto his neck, “I made sure my schedule was clear all day for you, too...”

It was far too early for this shit, but every moment Jihoon kept you talking was another moment you spent waking up. He felt your hot breath fan against his neck in a long sigh. “Then why don’t you take a nap with me?”

“Because,” he leaned back, “your gift wants to spend the entire day with you, and it’s not fair to make your gift take a nap--”

You interrupted him with a “But it’s my birthday.” You were pouting, but you looked far more awake than you did minutes ago.

“What if I buy you breakfast?” He noticed the way you perked up at that, and he laughed. “Get dressed,” he pushed the blanket off of you. “We can go wherever you want. I’ll even cook for you if you want me to.”

You sat there for a moment, mulling over your thoughts. “Hoonie...”

Ah. You already wanted something. He knew that cute tone of voice too well.

“Can you make me that ramyeon you made once? For dinner tonight?”

He chuckled, leaning forward to press a kiss against your lips. “Whatever you want,” he said. “I’m yours for today. Okay? Happy birthday, my sweetest cutest baby--”

You stopped him with a kiss that time. His presence truly was the best gift you could ask for on your birthday... even when your boyfriend was waking you up too early for you to function.

[smol-and-grumpy]

Instant Attraction - Chapter 15 (FIN)

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: Dean Winchester is thirty-eight and the stepdad of her best friend Ben. He’s caring, goofy, dorky, sexy and has a deep soothing voice. She wants him so bad, but he is more than a decade older than her. The thing is, she knows he wants her too but he’s holding himself back. How far can she take it until he caves? — Or the one where Dean tries to resist but fails miserably.

Chapter Warnings: A little smut, a little angst, a little fluff to wrap it up.

WC: 2,774

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Dean wakes spooned around her the next day. He breathes a sigh of relief at the fact that she’s still here and didn’t slip out in the night.

It was a close call yesterday. The hours he waited for her to come around were filled with dread. He’d rather not think back to it.

Y/N needed some space and Dean gave her that. After she left and retreated to her own room, he heard the shower running from the bathroom on the landing, and that’s when he took one himself. She came downstairs two hours later but she acted as normal as things could be, which should have calmed his nerves somehow, yet, it didn’t.

He still didn’t know what it was that had her avoiding him in the first place and he really didn’t dare to ask. Maybe it was a woman thing. The thing where they say that everything’s fine, but really, they are anything but fine. You just have to give them time and once they have calmed down, everything’s good again. Perhaps.

Nonetheless, he was still determined to ask her about it after they ate, because he thought that maybe her empty stomach had an impact on her mood as well. He’s not very good company either when he’s hangry.

Dean really wanted to talk to her, he really did, but then they settled on the couch and one thing led to another, and when Y/N got on her knees and sucked his cock into her mouth, he forgot everything else including his own goddamn name.

Once he had gotten some control back from the way her throat constricted around his shaft, she pulled off with a lewd pop before ridding herself of her t-shirt. Her hands press her tits together only to let the saliva – which had accumulated in her mouth due to her blowing him – to dribble down her cleavage. And before Dean could wrap his mind around what was happening, he felt her tits squeeze his length as she moved her torso up and down, creating a tight and slippery channel between her boobs for him to fuck into. Needless to say, the control he had regained a couple of minutes ago went back right out the window.

When she rode him afterwards, he ran his hands all over her while she wrapped her tiny fingers around his throat, choking him so good Dean had an out of body experience. He came so hard, that his vision was full of white spots even five minutes later.

So, yeah, there was not a lot of talking involved after, because all they could do after lazing around on the couch and watching TV, was stumble back up the stairs and into his bed, but Dean was happy not to talk for a while longer if it meant that he could have her like this, in his arms, all sleepy and cute.

The sun is already starting to show based on the yellow light that spills into his room. He’s content just holding her right now, but apparently, it’s not supposed to last because a couple of minutes later, his alarm cuts through the lazy morning, shrill and annoying. Reaching a hand back, he silences the offending device on his nightstand.

He can feel her stirring in his arms. Dean holds her tighter, buries his face into the nape of her neck, and places a gentle kiss on her exposed skin. “You have somewhere to be today?” He asks while he nibbles his way to her shoulder and back.

“Mmhh,” she hums contently, running her fingers up and down his forearm around her front. “I don’t. But you have to get to work.”

“I don’t.” He bites at the juncture where her shoulder meets her neck, causing her to gasp breathlessly, only to suck at the skin to ease the pain.

“What?” Y/N lifts her head, tilts it to be able to look at him.

He smiles at her sleepy form, lids only half open, eye boogers crusting in the corner of her eyes. Still, she’s probably the most beautiful thing he has ever seen.

Dean kisses her nose. “You heard me. I texted Benny to tell him I’m not coming today.” He really did. It’s probably the only coherent thing he was capable of thinking of doing before sleep. Unlike the alarm that he forgot to cancel, apparently.

Swiftly, she turns around in his grip, and all of a sudden, Dean has a handful of ass in his palms. He squeezes it, for good measure, while she plants kisses from his throat to his jaw. “We have a full day together?”

“We do – fuck!” His whole body jerks when there’s a sudden feeling of her hands wrapping around his morning wood.

He already leans down to capture her mouth while she strokes him lazily when another sound diverts his attention. Her stomach is rumbling, very loudly. Dean leans down anyway, stealing a kiss with a chuckle. He then extracts himself from her and moves to sit up. “Go get showered, I’ll go make breakfast.”

Y/N stretches on the bed while she kicks the sheets halfway down, revealing her breasts which he fucked just last night. His morning wood is straining, pointing upwards and looking a little angry.

“But we were just about to– I mean, I can wait.”

Dean bends to kiss her forehead, can’t resist palming at a tit, fingers twirling at the pebbled nub. “It’s no hardship. Believe me, you need food for what I’m planning on doing to you today.”

There’s color rising to her cheeks, and she grins while gently biting down on her lips. He has to kiss her again before he pulls away, thinking that if he doesn’t leave now, they’ll probably stay in bed the whole morning, which will probably cause her to pass out on him at one point or another. He can’t let that happen. Y/N moans softly when he breaks the kiss but then she scrambles up to walk into the shower like the good girl she is.

Dean picks at the clothes strewn around the bed, slips into his sweatpants sans underwear and forgoes wearing a shirt. Before going down, he goes into the bathroom to brush his teeth, and then he’s ready to cook her breakfast. He intends for it to be the best breakfast she’ll ever have. Maybe he can get her to stay with the promise he cooks her breakfast every day. It’s wishful thinking, he knows.

  *

  Dean loads the bacon and scrambled eggs on a plate and is carrying it over to the dining table when she comes down the stairs in one of his shirts. Her legs are bare, and he’s not sure if she’s wearing anything underneath, but he’s ready to find out.

He hands her the mug of coffee he had ready for her while he sits down on the chair. Dean can clearly see her brows furrow in confusion because there’s only one plate and he is sitting right in front of it, but honestly, he cooked so much, there’s no way he can eat it all by himself. Well, he could if he wanted to feel sick after. But no, the plate is meant to be shared.

“C’mere,” he pats his thigh.

Her frown disappears, replaced by a grin on her face as she sets down her mug and happily sits down in his lap. She wriggles with her hips, getting his dick to wake up, and Dean places one hand on her thigh to still her after a while.

His palm travels up the inner of her thigh, needing to find out if she’s wearing anything underneath his shirt. He swallows thickly when the tips of his fingers brush against her slick.

“Christ, Y/N, you’re really out to kill me,” Dean growls close to her ear, and sucks in a breath when she gyrates her hips, moving it on his fingers and crotch to gain friction. “Needy little thing.”

“Hhhm,” she hums contently.

The thing is, she knows exactly how much power she has over him, and Dean gladly lets her have it. What does that say about him?

With one hand, he pushes her forward a little, sliding her down his thighs. She leaves a trail of slick along his grey sweats. Dean curses under his breath.

Quickly, he pulls at the waistband, frees his now aching dick, his slit already beaded with precum. Holding it by its base with one hand, he uses his other one to pull her back. While she slides back towards him, the tip of his cock catches at her entrance, causing him to be fully sheathed inside of her heat once her back is pressed against his front.

They groan out in unison with him shuddering a little at how good it feels to be back inside of her. God, he could stay like this for eternity, engulfed by her warmth, fitting snuggly in her cunt.

As soon as he has himself under control so as not to just come on the spot like a hormonal teen, Dean scoots the chair forward to be closer to the table. He picks up a fork and hands it to her, which she takes but not without turning her head to frown at him.

He smirks, “Now we eat.”

“What?”

Picking up his own fork, he shovels a load of scrambled egg into his mouth and grins around the bite, “Eat. You need the energy to keep up with me, baby.”

With a sigh, Y/N turns her face to the plate, picks up a strip of bacon one handed while she scoops up a forkful of eggs with the other. All the while she moves her hips, trying to get him to fuck her.

“Shhhh,” he coos, his chin on her shoulder, lips close to her ear, “If you’re a good girl and eat up, I’ll fuck you when we’re done. For now, just warm my cock, yeah?”

Dean can’t really believe his own words, because every fiber in him wants to just fuck her senseless, but he’s going to drag it out because why rush when they have the whole day ahead of them? It’s going to be so fucking good and he literally can’t wait. His dick twitches when he thinks about what he wants to do to her later. Perhaps they can go to a sex store. He could get her a plug to warm her up with, so he’d be able to claim her ass later. That’s pretty much a possibility, something he looks forward to.

They continue to eat in silence, with Y/N occasionally squirming and letting out a whimper when his dick hits her particularly deep while he moves to reach the toast or his coffee. Dean chuckles every time. It’s actually a miracle his dick isn’t getting softer during the fifteen minutes he’s inside of her, but she’s so snug, all wet and warm. A fucking dream. His dick doesn’t even get a chance to deflate.

As soon as they polished off the last remains of the breakfast from the plate, he makes her move the dish and mugs over to where they wouldn’t be in the way, before he stands up and pulls his cock out of her, which is rewarded with a needy whine. But he only turns her around and spreads her out on the table like she’s his dessert, before he pushes the shirt up until it bunches around her armpits and quickly slips his wet dick back inside while he palms her tits.

Her legs are spread and Dean spits into his free hand, bringing the pad of his slick fingers to her clit to rub at it as he watches her breast bounce while he fucks her harshly.

“Such a fucking good girl,” he coos, “warming my cock so well and now you get your reward, baby.”

“Hhm, y-yes, fuck–!” Her hands grab at the edge of the table for purchase, shoving right back at him with each of his pumps. She’s already close, he can feel it, her pussy clenching more and more with each stroke of his fingers on her clit.

“Come on my cock, Y/N, can you do that, hhm? Be a good girl, baby.”

“Uh-huh. Oh fffff—shit, I’m coming on your cock, oh god,” she cries out while her eyes are fluttering close—

“—I’m home!”

Immediately, Y/N’s eyes are wide open again, and Dean’s own bulge out of his head while he scrambles for his pants that are around his thighs.

“Jesus, fuck–” His stepson appears from around the corner and while he claps a hand over his eyes, Dean’s pretty sure that the boy got an eyeful of what they were doing.

Fuck.

She climbs down off the table and pulls the t-shirt down to her thighs, holding it there before she bolts out of the kitchen and up the stairs, her footsteps thumping heavily.

Dean meanwhile scratches at the back of his neck while he looks apologetic. Shit. There’s, like, not one good way to spin this.

“You guys! Seriously?”

“Ben–”

“–No, I don’t want to hear it! Ewwww, no! Fuck, Dean! We eat at that table! Now I cannot eat there anymore without seeing you two… Ewwwww, fuck! Oh god, I think I’m going to throw up.”

He pulls his face back while he blinks in confusion. What? And that’s what Dean sputters out, a little incredulous, “What? I screw around with your girlfriend and the only thing that you’re worried about is not being able to eat at the table anymore?”

“My–” It’s Ben’s turn to blink, “My what?” The boy blinks again before his lips form an ‘o’. “Oh, Ohhhhhhh!” And then, what comes out next makes Dean frown. Ben laughs. Loud and clear, throwing his head back and all.

Who is this? A psychopath? Why does he laugh when Dean’s just been fucking his girlfriend? He doesn’t know what’s so funny about it, honestly.

“Oh my god, that’s a good one,” Ben hiccups, fingers brushing the tears away from the corner of his eyes. “Fucking priceless. You should have seen your face, Dean!”

Dean frowns. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“Jesus, you are so fucking dense. She’s not my fucking girlfriend! We’re best friends and that’s about that. I just spent a week with a girl who’s my real girlfriend now.”

He looks at his surrogate son with a slack jaw. And finally, the penny drops. Dean scrambles around the dining table, immediately running towards the stairs, leaving Ben to make fun of him some more.

Reaching the landing, he takes four long strides until he’s able to curl his fingers around the knob of the door to her makeshift room and bursts right in. Y/N’s sitting on a chair at the desk, scrolling through her phone. When she looks up at him, there’s a crease between her eyebrows.

Immediately, Dean’s by her side, scoops her up and takes her place on the chair before sitting her sideways down on his lap. She fits perfectly there. He curls his palm around her cheek, tilting her head back and making her look at him.

Dean presses his forehead to hers before he lifts his head up to place a kiss on the place between her eyebrows. “Stay,” he mumbles against her skin. “Please, stay?”

It’s her who pulls away from him. The crease between her brows deepens.

“I know you’re not his girlfriend. And I know it’s selfish but now that I know I can have you near me, I don’t want you to go. Stay here with me. Don’t go to New York,” he says finally, smirking a little shyly.

“Took you long enough,” she chuckles before she nuzzles her face into the crook of his neck, “I want to stay. But what happens after I graduate?”

“We’ll figure it out.” He kisses the top of her head. “Please?”

She laughs, her breath warm against his exposed skin, “You’re an idiot.”

“Oh, no doubt about it.” Dean agrees, and before his nerves get the better of him, he adds with his next breath, “So, if you’re not his, do you want to be mine?”

Dean’s not going to lie, he was nervous before but the way she presses her lips to his with a whispered ‘yes’ practically seals the deal. His heart jumps in his chest but not from shame or out of guilt. Instead, it’s from happiness and sheer joy that he gets to have her and is finally able to call her his.

..FIN

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[enhypia]

HS ; couples

couples answers questions with the choice of drinking instead of answering

pairings: lee heeseung x gn!reader

genre: fluff, angst if you squint really hard

words: roughly 1.4k

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~guides and warnings~

italics - reader speaking

bold - heeseung speaking

[enclosed] - interviewer speaking

italicized bold - both reader and heeseung speaking

[enclosed bold or italics] - question (depends on who's speaking)

heavily inspired by: rec.create lie detector games, cut truth or drink

warning: contains and mentions of !!! drinking, swearing

i don't promote underage drinking, save your livers

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hi! i'm (y/n)

hello, my name is heeseung!

and we're together

we're couples!

[you guys were invited here today as couples for a fun little drinking game, you guys were aware of that right?]

yes

we are

[okay, for this game, questions will be asked and if you refuse to answer, you drink, it's that simple. should we start?]

let's go, i can't wait to drink

so you won't be answering the questions?

i mean, it's free alcohol

*hee shakes his head in disbelief

[how long have you been together?]

we actually just had our 3rd anniversary last week

so 3 years now <33

[how did you two meet?]

pffft- *(y/n) laughs

can we just choose pass

shot!

*hee offers the shot glass to (y/n) and both take a shot, laughing after

we're drinking this early on damn

we met through a mutual friend

i was brought as a wingman

i think you can guess how it went

[but how did you guys become a couple?]

we got closer after meeting and i think it was obvious to the both of us that we were interested in each other

yeah but it still took a lot in me to ask you out

he stuttered the first time he asked me on a date

did i?

*(y/n) laughs at the memory

you went "hey, so uh you wa-"

*hee cuts (y/n) off by squishing their cheeks

we don't need a reminder

*(y/n) swats his hand away

but it was cute, don't worry

*(y/n) pats his head making heeseung smile

[okay, how about we officially start the game now?]

*both nod and played rock paper and scissors to determine who gets to ask first, (y/n) wins

*(y/n) reads the card and chuckles

[was it love at first sight?]

it wasn't

like i said, i was supposed to be a wingman so in my head, they were already off limits

i don't believe in love at first sight so *(y/n) shrugs

[do you have/did you have doubts with us being together?]

goddamn *(y/n) drinks

*heeseung is wide-eyed

no honey, not like that, i will answer, it's just that i need the alcohol boost

*the shock goes away

i was about to shed tears not gonna lie

*(y/n) rolls their eyes

when i agreed to becoming heeseung's significant others, i had no doubts, i knew what i felt was true and i knew his was too. the doubts were mainly on myself?? like "what if he just wakes and he doesn't love me anymore" but everyday heeseung proves to me that that will never happen

*(y/n) smiles at heeseung

*heeseung looks away trying to hide the smile and blush appearing on his face and he takes a shot refusing to meet (y/n)'s eyes

*(y/n) picks up a card and laughs

[if i become a zombie and had to eat people to survive, would you stick by side?]

heeseung gets scared easily i don't think he will

but if it's you...

*(y/n) raises an eyebrow

wait let me think about this more clearly

see! *(y/n) laughs

*heeseung continues to think

omg just say no!

but it's you !!!

i know it's me but baby we both know you'll run the other way once i start to eat people

...... you still love me right?

yes heeseung, i still love you

*hee :D

okay! next question!

*he picks up a card and laughs

oh i like this one.

[would you date any of my friends?]

*(y/n)'s mouth drops in shock

*(y/n) ultimately decides to play with heeseung

i mean.. *(y/n) reaches for a shot

*the grin on his face disappears

yah!

*(y/n) bursts into giggles and takes a shot

yah~ !!

[would YOU date any of my friends?]

*hee's eyes narrows and takes a shot for revenge

*both laugh at their antics

the answer is no guys, i love his friends but they're pretty much like annoying siblings

sorry (y/n)'s friends, (y/n) is the only one for me

but i'm pretty sure someone who used to be in my circle would jump at the chance

really ?? who ??

*(y/n) gives the look

AH! -

*scene cuts as he says a name

moving on.

*(y/n) picks up a card and laughs

[do you wish i offered to pay for more dates?]

MAN I WISH I COULD PAY MORE ON DATES

i like paying for our dates, but arguing with them is hard

yeah there was one time we spent 10 minutes bickering about who will pay, so we just made an agreement

we take turns per month, like for this month i'm the one paying for all the dates, then on the next month (y/n) will be paying

but everytime it's his month, he always tries to go out a lot, and when it's my month he opts to stay in

hehe

hEHE ??

*heeseung picks up a card and reads the question intently

*he is in deep thought

what is it?

[will you agree to an open relationship?]

ohhh

open relationship is when it's okay if you see other people right?

yup and i don't think i'd agree to it. you?

me as well

sorry im selfish, heeseung is mine, i do not share ;)

*heeseung laughs

yeah, sorry it's not for me, i don't think i can stomach seeing another one hold (y/n) , find your own

*(y/n) raises glasses to cheers and both take a shot

[it's okay not to drink if you answer]

yeah we know

but it's free alcohol

and drinking makes it more fun

*they hi-five

okay! next question,

[if i had to move away for many years, would you wait for me?]

yes.

wow no hesitations

yes i would wait for you

*(y/n) :O

yes

okay we get it

*they laugh

but i will, you're worth waiting for

your patience says otherwise

are you doubting my ability to wait?

do you hear yourself when you're playing?

that's with games, you're not a game, you're not something i play

*(y/n) blushes making heeseung laugh

shut up okay i get it

i also do not actually trust my patience

SEE ?!

*heeseung bursts out laughing

so instead of waiting i'd probably just go to them and/or visit them a lot

or just move in with me

*(y/n) avoids heeseung's stare

is this still related to the question or the present

huh? *(y/n) acts clueless

WAIT-

*camera cut

*we see both of them sporting a blush with big smiles on their face, and the alcohol evidently lessened

[freestyle! ask any question you want]

wah, i don't know what to ask

*he is thinking, everybody shut up

just keep it simple

no i want it to be hard

i can just actually follow the rules and drink instead of answering

*hee pouts

no you won't

*(y/n) :P

okay!

[did you like ... when we first met?]

oh the 'friend'?

yeah

*(y/n) drinks

*heeseung :O

*(y/n) xD

no heeseung, i did not like them, i really just saw them as a friend

ohh ouch sorry buddy

*they share a laugh

oh it's the last one

[question for both: what does loving each other feel like?]

awww that's a cute one, i'll go first

loving heeseung feels like the comfort your favorite songs bring you. it feels like the excitement you get whenever your favorite show releases a new episode. it's the deep sigh in content you release whenever you smell your favorite scent. it's just, loving him feels like everything your favorites make you feel.

*heeseung is not tearing up, definitely not, that's just sweat, he is also 100% not blushing, it's just hot

*he takes a shot and (y/n) laughs at his antics

now how am i supposed to beat that?!

let me be more romantic gosh

respectfully, no.

*both laugh

okay uhh, loving (y/n) feels like riding a rollercoaster. from all the emotions while waiting in line to exiting the ride. loving them is like the feeling of hitting a high note you previously couldn't. it's winning multiple prizes at the arcade. loving (y/n) is like the softness of a sunrise and the absolute wonder in staring at a night sky.

*(y/n) takes a shot not even bothering to hide their blush

why are we so cheesy and poetic when we're intoxicated damn

*heeseung laughs and agrees

forgive us if we're cringey

not our fault you're single

heeseung! :O

*he stays unapologetic

and that's it!

thank you for having us~

bye~

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a/n: sorry this took so long, i caught up with everything i missed in my classes, i'll try to update the series more frequently. i will also be posting timestamps later since it's been days since i last posted. i hope you also like this one!! jay's will be posted next, please look forward to it <33

[taechaos]

can u do more of jealous jk drabbles?👉👈

this one kinda cute but theres smut 😃

The best time of the day is when the sun is just over the horizon, taking on a blue and orange hue in the sky, not shining bright enough to blind or give a heat stroke to the crowd in the amusement park. Just enough illumination to not have to rely on the lights provided from the ferris wheel, neon titles above the rides and games you stand before.

You can't contain your squeal and shake your interlocked hands with Jungkook while bouncing on your feet, the three companies you came with much more casual about the occasion. "Where should we go first?!"

Your boyfriend shrugs, Soyeon glances at Taehyung who makes the decision: "Rollercoaster." He has a crazed grin on his face, the sparkle and mischief in his eyes matching yours. Both of you are extremely fond of these thrillers.

"A rollercoaster...? I'll wait for you guys," Soyeon sheepishly holds her nape with a smile. You coo at her.

Jungkook scoffs arrogantly, "Are you afraid too, baby? You can hold onto my arm."

You blow raspberries and clutch onto your friend's arm, "I love rollercoasters." You and Soyeon gaze into each other's eyes as you say, "Don't worry. It'll be fun if you come with me."

She blushes, Taehyung and Jungkook watching the interaction with quirked brows. How boy-friendly of you.

The seats were decided. You all bought the tickets, and it's your turn to hop on the carts. Girls sit in front of the boys, and Soyeon hesitantly places her hand on top of yours on the railing. Taehyung wraps his hands around Jungkook's arm, who is slouching in his seat with a frown.

"I'm so scared, Jungkookie," Taehyung's teeth chatter, "w-will you protect me?"

All the carts are secured as the ride slowly moves forward, slightly creaking as Jungkook groans, "Let go of my fucking arm!" Despite his relentless shaking, his best friend only holds on tighter.

"Why? Your girlfriend is having a sexual awakening with her buddy girl, why can't we?!"

Jungkook gapes at him, brows meeting in perplexity before he looks at the row across. The two of you have your heads leaning on each other, and no, that was the romantic scene he was supposed to have with you, not Taehyung who snuggles into him in whimsical fear.

"She's straight," he counters weakly, not even caring about his numbing arm from the sight before him.

The carts reach the peak of the tracks, a sense of adrenaline stirring in everyone's stomach and you squeeze Soyeon's hand comfortingly seconds before Taehyung's scream torments the whole population's ears. Needless to say, Jungkook had it the worst.

———��—

Your boyfriend winces with a finger in his left ear as he follows the group with Taehyung next to him, behind you and Soyeon.

"Remind me to never go on a rollercoaster with you," he seethes intimidatingly, emitting a snort from the guilty.

"Ooh, bumper cars!" Taehyung childishly points at the competitive game. Jungkook smiles wickedly, "I'm going to give you a fucking concussi–"

"Boys against girls!" Soyeon chirps, and you gasp at the amazing idea.

"Yes! That'd be so fun!"

Upon seeing Jungkook's incredulous face, Taehyung bursts out in laugher and clutches his stomach, tearing up when he instantly goes in denial mode.

Which didn't help, because Soyeon stole you for herself once more and he is stuck with the dumbest person he's ever met once more.

"Let's beat those bitches."

"That's my girlfriend, Tae."

Those words were thrown out the window the moment the game began, because he became ruthless. Even Taehyung was getting nauseous from how violently the car was bumping against yours, the one Soyeon claimed shotgun in, rocking your bodies back and forth. It's revenge for not giving him the attention he rightfully deserves, and leaving him with who was supposed to be a fourth wheel.

No mercy, you must suffer.

When you all got off the ride, Taehyung couldn't stop stumbling all over the place.

"I'm going to throw up," he groans and pinches Jungkook's shirt.

"That settles it: I won," he shrugs triumphantly. Soyeon is quick to bite back, "You almost killed us."

"Oh no," you jump to his defence with a giggle, "he's just very competitive."

Your boyfriend smiles at your first acknowledgement of his existence, relieved as he throws an arm around you. "I'm not about to lose to a bunch of–"

"Please don't finish that sentence," you smile at him; sickly sweet with your warning.

He forces a chuckle, "–a bunch of strong, independent women."

—————

"You ever seen lesbian porn, Jungkook?" Taehyung asks as he licks up a fat stripe on his ice cream. Jungkook doesn't bother responding. "It usually begins with one girl being all shy and reluctant until the sexual tension becomes too much. Say they're studying, gossipping, whatever, the normal stuff. Then... one of them makes the first move, and the other eventually gets into it." He glances at his friend to measure his reaction; nonchalant and barely listening. "Oh, but I have a boyfriend, oh this is wrong, oh friends don't do this," he imitates in a higher pitch. "Then they fuck."

"Do you ever stop talking?" he asks, flabbergasted and annoyed. He's holding onto your ice cream after you left to the bathroom with your friend, Taehyung protecting hers and licking the melted drops to keep the cone clean. What Soyeon doesn't know won't hurt her; the flavor is too good for him to waste.

"I'm just saying man, you never know with these girls," his cheeks puff out as he suppresses a laugh. Jungkook's paranoia is easy to mess with, and he knows he shouldn't do it so often, but it's just so fun. A snort slips.

"They've been roommates for two years, I'm sure if she was bisexual, she'd know by now," he spits defensively.

"Oh my God, do you think they got drunk and kiss–"

"We're back!" you announce and take your cone from Jungkook's hand, your friend doing the same.

"Welcome back, baby," he stands up to hug you, effectively pulling you a few steps away from Soyeon with a glare. You relish in it with joy, mushing your face against his chest.

"What should we go on next?" Taehyung casually cuts into your display of affection.

"The ferris wheel, maybe? Oh, Soyeon, you have–" you point at the corner of your lip, and she mirrors the opposite side, prompting you to reach out a hand and wipe off the stain with your thumb. Jungkook blinks in astonishment. Taehyung's eyes widen to saucers as he watches his soul leave his body. His words are getting to him.

Your hand is snatched away in a flash, and you're dragged away back to the stalls where he corners you, answering your unspoken question: "Hey, just wanted to privately ask you how your date is going with Soy milk." His voice drips with sarcasm, the attitude catching you off guard.

"What do you mean?"

"What I mean is, I feel like I'm third wheeling in front of my own girlfriend," he scowls, and your heart drops. "You haven't done a single thing with me today. I thought we came here to spend time with each other, yet we've done anything but. Be honest, are you..." he gulps and averts his gaze, "is there something going on...?"

"Jungkook," you startle and place a hand on his chest, "it's nothing like that. Of course I wanted to spend time with you, but Soyeon's been trying really hard to mend our friendship so I thought I would reciprocate. I didn't want things to be awkward between us, but I didn't realize I was neglecting you. I'm really sorry, love."

Your explanation endears him, shoulders slouching in relief just before he murmurs, "But in lesbian porn..."

"Oh my God," you exclaim in disbelief with a laugh, "I just hung out with her."

"You know I get needy!" he frowns with flushed cheeks. "That bitch wouldn't let go of you for one goddamned second, if I didn't know better I would've dragged you away a lot sooner."

You coo at him and squeeze his cheeks before he shakes you off grumpily. "I was going to go on the ferris wheel to make it up to you."

"Oh wow," he rolls his eyes, "can't believe you found the time to think about me."

"So jealous," you tease.

"Shut up," he pushes your forehead with his finger, "before I try to mend my friendship with Soy milk as well."

"She is not your friend," you glare at him with hooded eyes.

"So jealous."

—————

"The ride is five minutes long," Jungkook blurts out of thin air the moment you step into the moving cabin. "And we're going to stop at the top." At your gasp, he continues as he takes a seat, "Yeah, I did that movie cliché and paid extra."

"Jungkook," you coo with doe eyes and lay your head on his shoulder, "that's so romantic."

"Hey, don't get all cute. You said you were going to make it up to me." He tilts your chin, "How far are you willing to go?"

His question doesn't throw you off, and you chuckle, "Whatever you want."

"Yeah? Your time is running out," he looks past the window to see how high up you are. Four meters off the ground, give or take. "You think you can make me cum before we get off?"

Oh. "Better choose fast–"

You fondle with the buckle of his belt and make quick work of your hands to pull down his black jeans that hug his thighs. You lick your lips for moisture, and after what some experiences have thought you, you know to spit in your hand before wrapping your fingers around him.

"Damn, you didn't come here to play," he releases a humored breath as he watches you get him off. As if the limited time isn't bad enough, you have to get him erect in remarkable speed as well. He shifts slightly with a deep sigh, and when his cock starts to grow, you get on your knees before him and take the head of his length in your mouth. He sucks his teeth and weaves his fingers through your hair as he closes his eyes. Thirteen meters off the ground.

Mindful of your pace, you ease his length inside by taking him inch by inch, swirling your tongue the way he likes it and bobbing your head. His grip on your hair tightens as a low grunt resounds in the cabin. "You're doing so well," he looks down at you with half hooded eyes, lustful in their gaze, "you want to make it up to me that bad? Want to please me? Gosh," he sighs.

You deepthroat him with your hand covering what you can't reach until he thrusts into your mouth. You gag in reflex, and he uses your hair as leverage to do the rest for you. It's sloppy now, and saliva drools from the corner of your mouth with welling tears. You can only hope he reaches climax in time. Twenty two feet off the ground.

When his thrusts begin to slow down, you take it as your cue to pull away and jerk him off, your tongue taking care of the tip as his breaths grow more and more shallow. You assume he's holding back moans as to not attract any attention to your cabin. Thirty one meters. You make it a challenge for yourself to make him cum by the timr you reach the peak.

"Ah, go faster," he furrows his brows, face twisting in pleasure as he leans back on his seat. Your scalp starts to sting from his strong grasp.

Your hand listens, and you suck harder on the head while teasing the slit, and he gasps louder each passing second. He's panting while forty three feet off the ground, and a few moments later, his hips lift off the seat as he groans, his release on your tongue that you swallow. It comes in stutters, so you keep your mouth on him until you've swallowed every drop to avoid getting banned from the amusement park. Calling it simply taboo is an underestimatement.

"Shit, shit," he breathlessly says and thrusts into your mouth two last times before pulling out, a string of saliva still attached to your mouth. The ferris wheel stops. "You were fucking perfect, baby," he murmurs and his head goes limp, eyes dazed from the climax. You wipe your mouth with the back of your hand and smile despite the ache in your jaw.

"Thank you," you squeak and sit next to him. His head rolls to you. "Is my face okay?"

"Oh, you wore lipstick," he laughs quietly and uses the hem of his matching black shirt to clean up the smudge, his stomach on display from the action. You sit still as he fixes up your appearance, brushing your disheveled hair with his fingers, and just to be extra, he adjusts your collar, making you giggle and roll your eyes. "Like nothing happened. I'll eat you out at my dorm to return the favor."

You blush in surprise at his words, but he dismisses it by looking at the view. The sun has set, and all the lights sparkle from under you and the midnight black sky. It's beautiful. You admire it with him.

"I can't believe I paid extra for this. There's not even fireworks."

BONUS:

Soyeon and Taehyung sit across from each other without averting their gaze from the sky, effectively ignoring the presence of one another until he breaks the silence. "This is so romantic."

"Yeah."

"If we were a couple, this would be the perfect moment to kiss."

"Um... I guess," she shrugs off his unusual flirting.

"You want to be a couple for this ride?" he suggests and looks at her with wiggling brows.

She doesn't return the stare, softly speaking, "No, I think I'd rather jump off."

He chuckles under his breath, "Jungkook is going to have a field day when he finds out you're lesbian."

"Huh?"

"I said why don't you jump on this dick."

[thesolferino]

Pretty Girl

⤷ georgenotfound x f!reader.

⤷ genre: fluff literal pure disgusting fluff

⤷ word count: 2k

⤷ requested: yes, by this lovely anon

⤷ note: happy valentine’s, everyone <3

— summary: you decide to spend valentine’s day the best way you can think of - watching cheesy romcoms and sleeping on your boyfriend’s lap.

If George is anything in this world, he’s a homebody. Your homebody, you’d always correct him, whenever he started defending himself for rather laying on your bed and rocking from side to side like a lazy cat, scrolling through his phone while you made dinner and shouted at him for not helping from the kitchen instead of going out for movies or to the mall - your homebody, but a homebody nonetheless.

Luckily for him, you didn’t mind - crowds weren’t really your thing, and living in London made it impossible to avoid those, so you happily agreed to stay inside with him, as long as he agreed to washing the dishes. True to his homebody status, the two of you agreed to spend Valentines together at your place, watching shitty romcoms and cuddling, because doing cheesy couple activities gets a little boring after 17, and you’re more than fine hanging off your boyfriend and sleeping on him like a sloth in the warmth of your home compared to the cold wind that brutally swept aside everything in its way outside. 

That’s why you jumped from your place on the couch when you heard the doorbell ring, fixing your hair a little when you passed by the mirror before opening the door, George’s smiling face greeting you, half covered by a thick scarf that he seemed to try and wrap around his whole head and his hair covered with a woolen beanie too. He held a box of chocolates in one, and a far-too-large bouquet of flowers in another glove-covered hand, ready to step in. 

You immediately stepped aside, letting him in. 

“Happy Valentine’s, baby.” he said, offering you the gifts which you gladly accepted with a loud “aww”, unwrapping the scarf around his neck so you could press a soft, thankful kiss to his lips while he took the beanie off as well. You walked over to the living room to set the gifts down as he took off his boots and jacket. 

“It’s actually so cold outside, like, this is crazy. It’s not snowing but it should be, I almost got blown away!” you heard him shout from the entrance, making his way to the living room where you sat on the couch, Netflix already pulled up, scrolling through the movies section. You chuckled at his complaints, side eyeing him as he walked into the room.

“If you got blown away I’d never forgive you for ditching me on Valentine’s.” you said, gaze returning to the TV as he plopped down on your couch with a loud exhale, basking in the warmth of the gracious heating inside your house, a stark difference from the cold he stomped through. 

“What do you mean you wouldn’t forgive me? How would that be my fault?” he complained, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and you leaned into him, head lightly resting on his right shoulder as you continued scrolling.

“That would mean you just didn’t try hard enough for me.” you argued, and you heard a chuckle escape him at your absurd claim, seeing him shake his head.

“Well, I’m here, aren’t I? That means I tried more than hard enough.” he said, fingers lightly rubbing up and down your shoulder. You nodded, stifling a giggle.

“You wanna watch the Titanic?” you asked, finger hovering over the OK button on your remote, waiting for him to read the description of the movie that played next to the trailer, even though both of you knew well enough what the movie was about.

“Didn’t you say you find it boring, though?” he said, gaze flickering between you and the screen.

“Yeah, but it’s cheesy, stupid and romantic. Perfect for Valentine’s, eh?” 

“Just like you.” he murmured under his breath, a grin stretching out on his face at the dumb joke, carefully watching you to check if you heard. And you, of course, heard and immediately looked up at him with an offended look.

“Excuse you?!” 

“I’m joking, I’m joking!” he laughed, pulling you in closer, hoping you’d forgive him as you continued glaring up at him the longer he laughed.

“I know you think you look very scary and mad right now, but you just look like a… cute puppy, or something, trying very, very hard to look angry and intimidating.” he said, and your facade deflated, now looking just mildly irritated as you huffed and turned your gaze back to the TV screen.

“This is so not fair.”

“I’m sorry love, but you’re too cute to be scary in the slightest.”

“I’m not! Tremble before my wrath!” you shouted, hearing him giggle in response.

“Oh, you’re right, I’m so scared, please spare me!” he played along and you laughed, pressing your face into his shoulder right before pressing play and adjusting yourself on the couch, ready to fall asleep somewhere in the middle, considering the movie was three and a half hours long and there was no way in hell you were making it through the whole thing.

Barely five minutes had passed when you were already shifting in your seat, inspecting the box of chocolates he bought thoroughly. You decided to reach out and busy yourself with reading the packaging and maybe opening it, instead of following the rather slow pace of the movie. 

Only when you grabbed the box had you actually realised it was painted gold, the Ferrero Rocher logo printed on it and you shook it, as if expecting for there not to be any chocolates inside. 

“Damn, Ferrero Rocher? Alright, rich boy, goddamn!” you said and he laughed loudly in response, gaze switching from the TV over to you.

“Gotta spend all the YouTube money on something.” he replied.

“Maybe your Minecraft obsession is good for something after all.” you muttered, carefully opening the box and you heard a whine of protest come from him.

“Hey!” 

You ripped the box open, inspecting the gold wrapped candies before carefully picking up one of them, slowly unwrapping it and then holding it up to George’s mouth, expectantly looking up at him from below his shoulder. He opened his mouth and you plopped it inside, and he immediately started chewing, almost pleasantly surprised noises rumbling from his chest. 

“This is actually really good, I forgot how good these were.” he mumbled while he still chewed, nodding his head as he searched for your eyes, almost as if looking for confirmation.

“What, you were gonna get me shitty candy on purpose?” you said, unwrapping another candy for yourself and munching down on it, tossing the wrapper to the other side of the couch, assuring yourself that you’d just clean it up tomorrow.

“How do you manage to spin everything I say into something bad?” he complained again while you giggled, knowing exactly how to get him annoyed. “I obviously knew they were good, that’s why I got you the crazy expensive ones!”

“I know, I’m just playing, Georgie.” you weakly hit his arm, and then continue, much quieter: “Thanks for getting me this stuff - I love you, you know that?” 

You see the corners of his mouth lift upwards and he pulls you in closer, hand snaking up from your shoulder into your hair, tucking a strand behind your ear gently. “Yeah, I do. I love you too, baby.” 

The atmosphere quiets into a comfortable silence, and his fingers still lightly comb through your hair, his gentle touch paired with the quietness of the movie making your eyelids fall heavier and heavier. He notices when you let out quite a big yawn, and his fingers untangle themselves from your hair, hand pulling at your arm to push you away from his shoulder. You’re quite confused as to what he’s doing, but as soon as you’re off his shoulder, he pulls your head back down into his lap. You adjust your head on his thigh with a smile as he softly pulls a few strands of hair away from your face, his left hand now slowly scratching at your scalp instead of his right. 

As soon as you face the TV your eyes burn, and you’re forced to close them as exhaustion washes over you. You fought the sleep that crept up on you and harshly pulled you towards itself the best you could, and maybe you would’ve actually made it through the movie if George’s hands didn’t feel so nice and soft buried in your hair. 

One second you were watching Jack dine with Rose and her fiance in first class with tired, weary eyes and the other you were peeling your eyes open slowly, tiredly blinking away, trying to get your blurry vision to finally focus on something other than the ceiling. That something happened to be your boyfriend’s face that finally came into your line of sight, his warm, chocolate eyes peering down at yours, paired with one of the biggest lovesick grins you’d ever seen him wear. His hand still threaded itself through your hair carefully, wrapping tiny strands around his pointer finger before letting them go, going back to running it through and brushing over your scalp. You couldn’t help but shyly giggle at the way he stared at you, the light of the TV reflecting in his already shiny eyes.

“Hi.” you greeted, voice hoarser than expected. He laughed in response, eyes trailing over every inch of your face.

“Hi.” he repeated. A beat of silence passed with him still staring down at you, and you staring back, a blush creeping it’s way up your neck to your cheeks.

“What?” you whined, rocking your head side to side in his lap. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Like what?” he asked, playing dumb, grin only growing wider the more he spoke.

“Like… I dunno.” you responded, cheeks fiery. “Did you turn me around from the TV so you could stare while I slept, you creep?”

“No, you turned around in your sleep. I couldn’t help it. You look so pretty.” he said, head cocking to the side as if to get another look at your face from a different angle, and your hands shot up to cover your face, heating up even more than before. His free hand immediately flew to yours, trying to push them away gently.

“No, stop, I wanna see!” he argued, trying to push them down as you persisted, giggling, burying your face in his leg as he started laughing as well.

“Stop it, George!” you say, pulling your hands off just to try and slap his away, grinning up at him, cheeks flaming.

“See, that’s better.” he mused, looking at your uncovered face again. “You look so peaceful, and... pretty when you sleep, you know that?” 

“No I don’t, babe. I’m asleep, I can’t really see.” you roll your eyes and he laughs, hand darting back to your hair immediately as that lovesick look drowns his eyes again.

“Well then you’ll just have to trust me.” he responds. His gaze returns back to the TV and you switch places, now being your turn to stare up at his features while he pays attention to the movie.

“I can’t believe I still make you that flustered, even after all this time.” he laughs after a few seconds of silence, and you can’t help but laugh along.

“I can’t help it! You’re so- you’re so cheesy, like, I can’t…” you argue back, and he laughs, looking back at you again.

“You love it.” he says, then turns his head back to the TV. “Pretty girl.” 

You let out a surprised whine, hands shooting up to cup your cheeks again, and he lets out a loud laugh at your reaction. “Shut up George, I swear!”

“I’m telling the truth! Why are you attacking me for telling the truth?”

“Enough! I can’t take this, my heart is going to burst, and then you’ll be responsible for my heart attack.”

“That’s not how heart attacks work-”

“Oh yeah, smartass? Well, explain to me how-”

Safe to say, you definitely enjoyed your Valentine’s.

[katelynthecrazy]

Avoiding Celebrity Super-Parents

       Raita was getting tired of the constant publicity. Everywhere he turned, on every screen and billboard, every window ad and passing bus, his father's red eyes stared back at him.

       And the media was awful. Every week it was a different jarring variation of: 'Aren't you and your partner a little too close?' 'When are you two going to tie the knot?' 'How far does your "professionalism" extend outside of work?'

       Like, fuck off. Jesus, those damn vultures needed to get a life. Preferably one that included minding their own fucking business. Who in their right mind wanted to hear about the sexual tension between two male middle-aged heroes. Didn't they get their fix of that from the Erasermic Scandal a decade ago? Couldn't they just leave people who didn't want to be bothered the fuck alone?

       Nope. Dynariot, Red Might, the dreaded Poprocks--fanmade ship names harassed him from every corner. He had hoped beyond hope that maybe, now that he was going to school, he'd be able to escape from most of the bullshit.

       He should have known better.

       He should have known that getting into a hero school would make hero gossip the number one fucking priority. And he also should have known that getting into the top hero school in Japan meant getting an unwanted update every. Five. Minutes.

       Class 1A had been living in the dorms for only a week, and Raita had already learned that all of his female classmates were hardcore Dynariot shippers--which was cute for anime characters, but those were his parents. Like, holy fuck. And to say they were merely obsessed was an understatement. These girls were the unhealthy type of 'I have Twitter for the fanfiction' and 'I read the dark side of Archive' level obsessed.

       One of them had a shrine in their motherfucking closet.

       But it was one of his male classmates that really took the cake. Honestly, that kid had a mental disorder or something, nobody was just that blunt and unaware.

       A Monday morning. Homeroom. Their first real day of class. A room chock full of children excited to meet their teacher.

       Raita was not excited in the least. He'd been kept awake all night because the dumbass motherfucker next door was blasting heavy metal at two o'clock in the goddamn morning. His classmates brushed off his overly bristly attitude as normal. To be fair, he'd done little more than snap at them over the course of the past week, and they'd already dubbed him a "Dynamight Kinnie."

       A fucking Dynamight Kinnie. He was bound to act just like his own fucking father, it's called learned behavior. Fucking dumbasses.

       The door to the class slammed open, startling the students into silence. "Alright, listen up you little shits--"

       NO.

       An intimidating frame stomped through the doorway, boots slamming against the floor and a wild frill protruding from its head. "I'm going to preface this shit by saying that I am not a typical teacher. I cuss: get over it. I will verbally berate you: get over it. My job--my only job, is to turn you extras into the next generation of heroes alongside UA's new staff."

       GOD, PLEASE NO.

       "My name is Bakugo Katsuki. You all know me as the Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight--and if you don't you can get the fuck out right now. I am your new homeroom teacher. Are there any questions?"

       Cue the fangirling.

       Cue the beginning of the end of Raita's life.

       "Dynamight, you and Red Riot are sooo cute!" "Dynamight, is your partner working here too?" "Dynamight, do you don't you ever wish you weren't straight?" "Ooo~ Dynamight, so many muscles!"

       Raita gagged, noticing that the telltale vein in his father's temple was beginning to bulge.

       The annoying male classmate--whose name he did not remember--leaned over and poked him hard in the side. "Have you ever noticed that you and Bakugo Sensei look really similar?"

       No fucking shit, Sherlock. Genius detective skills. "Fuck off," he growled quietly instead.

       "No, I'm serious," he kept on. "If it weren't for the black hair and pointy canines, I'd say you were a mirror image. Your quirk is Landmine, right? And your last name is Kirishima? What are you, Dynariot's secret lovechild?"

       "I SAID FUCK OFF!" Raita snapped, jumping to his feet, and his desk started to glow. "Shit--"

       Dynamight was there not a second later, booting the desk through the open window, where it promptly exploded. "And that's why you're in the front row. And you--" he whirled on the annoying one. "If I hear the words 'secret lovechild' ever again, I swear I'll boot Icyhot off the Eiffel Tower, is that understood?"

        Another voice spoke from the doorway. "Secret lovechild."

       Raita sat down on a classmate's desk and glanced towards the doorway, seeing his other father leaning against the frame with a shit-eating smirk. There had been another person behind them, but they'd run away saying 'I need to pack for Paris.'

       Red Riot smiled and waved at the class, noticing Raita and his lack of a desk. "Landmine already, bud? Didn't class just start?"

       The class was quiet for a moment. "You two... know each other?"

       Riot blinked. Caught his mistake.

       And promptly fled out the door, away from his husband's angry glare.

       "Has..." the student sitting at the desk Raita had stolen gathered the courage to speak. "Has no one ever noticed that Dynamight wears a wedding ring..?"

        The blonde hero rolled his eyes. "And I thought the mistletoe fiasco twenty years ago had us caught, but noOo, these extras are way too stupid."

       "Dad, please shut up.

       "DAD?!"

~End~

[halaboyz]

–– ACCIDENT // YUNHO.

pairing: non-idol! yunho x gn! reader genre: fluff word count: 2.7k warnings: profanities, no more that i know of

pouting, you crumpled your handmade confession letter for him as you stare at him kiss another's cheek at the corner of the parking lot. tears pooled your eyes, but you can't seem to have to pull your eyes off of them as they cheekily smiled, avoiding each other's eyes- embarrassed.

as soon as he whips his head on your side, you have turned your back instantly and walked- almost jogged away which resulted in you crashing to a guy in his bike, toppling over him as his hands instinctively protected you from the one falling in your back.

"oh my fucking god," you gasp, looking at his close.. flawless face now scrunching due to shock and pain. your eyes wandered around looking for something to lean on and push yourself up, being restrained by his own arms around you. "i'm so sorry," dropping your hands on his chest and pushing yourself up, you grimaced as he groaned in pain.

you dusted your pants off, wryly smiling at him as you offered your hand.

"i'm really sorry," you mumbled, pressing your lips to a thin line as you felt shivers running down your spine when he took your hand for a pull.

"it's okay," he flashes you a quick smile, standing his bike up again and shakes his head to ruffle his own hair. he glances back at you and behind you, immediately knowledgeable of what you had just seen and with a crumpled paper in your hands. he sighs, smiling sadly at you, "do you want a ride?"

you simply gaped at him, tears once again in your eyes. grabbing your wrist, he pulled you to sit on the backseat of his companion bike- which was, thankfully, the one he had used as he had just dropped off his younger brother in school.

he started pedaling, off to god knows where but weirdly, you had the feeling to trust the face you had barely seen on school grounds, only on breaks and lunches and maybe rarely on dismissal too.

"y-you're.. yunho, right?" you clutched on his hoodie more, scared of falling off because of the bumpy road.

"how'd you know?" he chuckles, ignoring his heart skipping immensely at the warmth you emitted because of the proximity. "for sure i am just another face in the crowd. i'm surprised you know me,"

"you're.. uh," you bit your lips, "you're on the.. basketball varsity team, right?" you nodded your head, swallowing the lump on your throat as you thought of your crush again.

you've only known yunho because he's on the same team as your crush, the numerous games you have watched enough for you to know even just his name.

"yeah," realizing, he zipped his lips once again as the small sandwich house came into sight. "we're close,"

"close where?" you perked on your seat, trailing your hands to his shoulders to look over it. "oh, subway?" the hint of excitement in your voice made yunho smile once again, anxiousness all gone as he pedaled faster.

jumping off of the seat, you had taken interest in the paper in your hand once again just before you had entered the restaurant. yunho had taken notice of your stop as he parked his bike on the side, grabbing the paper from your hand and holding it in front of you.

"let me hide this first, okay? let's eat first," he scrunched his nose and waited for you, and after getting a nod, he tucks it in his hoodie's pockets and opens the door for you.

mumbling a small thanks, you had started to order your food and drinks.

"let me pay," you had started to dig out your wallet but before you know it, yunho had already handed out his own card to the cashier with a polite smile.

timidly slipping your card back into your wallet, you waited for him to finish ordering.

"i'll find us a table in the back.. i uh, thank you," you smiled at him, trudging to an available table you found in the back corner of the restaurant.

after a few minutes of awkwardly fiddling with your fingers, yunho had settled the tray in the table and handed you your own orders.

"are you good?" yunho watches you unwrap yours as he already was munching on his, propping his elbows on the table.

"me? yeah.. yeah!" you smiled, taking a bite of yours. "wait.. do you even know me?" you chuckled, seemingly weirded out by the sudden hanging out with an almost stranger just because you bumped into him by accident, after seeing your crush with another.

"of course, you're y/n," he defends, chuckling back at you. "you never miss one of our games."

"and that means?" you ask, raising your brow at him. "i'm sure i'm not the only one who always attends your games," unfocused for a moment with your sandwich, yunho cranes his neck at you.

"i mean.. i guess i just took interest in you at some point," he almost whispered, making you stop your movements.

feeling your cheeks heat up, you inhaled sharply to meet his eyes.

"t-thanks..?" you smiled awkwardly, earning a hearty laugh from yunho.

"i'm sorry, did that make you uncomfortable?" he asks, and you immediately shake your head. "so.. about a while ago," he presses his lips to a thin line, "i'm sorry you had to see that. they have been dating for a bit now,"

"yeah, yeah, no problem. it was good i saw them first before i embarrassed myself," you dryly chuckled, taking a sip of your drink.

yunho just watched you, growing fond in just a matter of an hour of you. meanwhile, you had just finished your food and when you finally had the guts to glance at yunho, he had already finished his and maybe quite for long now.

"sorry, i didn't realize you were waiting,"

"don't worry! i just finished mine too," he chuckles, his eyes trailing to the neatly folded wrap and the cup pooled in water due to melted ice on the inside.

"how much was mine?" you grab for your wallet and faced him once again, only to be stopped by his large hands on yours.

"it's okay, don't bother," he gives you a big smile which for sure, you felt your heart melt at the sight.

"let me pay next time then," you stood up, swinging your bag to your shoulders until you see him not moving an inch, seated there with a playful, smug look on his face as he suppresses the smile wanting to be plastered on his face. "what?" you furrowed your eyebrows.

"so there is a next time?" he stands up, tucks his hands on his pockets, and crouches to your eye level to lean closer.

"i mean.." you stammered over your words, only registering your own words on your mind that second, "i mean.. isn't that manners? you paid today, and i should pay you back at least. right? or am i not?" rambling, yunho found it cute and ruffles your hair.

"let's get you home?" yunho asks as he holds the door for you, flashing a smile to the workers inside.

"no, it's okay! i've bothered you enough, and home is just.. a five-minute walk from here so.." you watch him unlock his bike, smiling at him. "thank you again, yunho. i really appreciate it," ducking your head, you played with your feet until his shoes come to your vision.

you look up, flinching at the sudden closeness and feeling your cheeks heat up.

"no problem, though, i'll look forward to the next time," he winks, patting your arm and cycling away with a big smile on his face.

"well that's a miracle," your friend, jongho, gawked at you. "you're telling me, for the first time ever- you won't go to the basketball team's game tomorrow?"

"yes jongho, for the nth time, i won't." you sigh with a smile on your face.

"not even after what yunho did for you? he saved you from embarrassment!" jongho snickered, making you think.

should you go? would yunho even see you?

"look, as much as i'm thankful for yunho, i don't think we're in that phase and that close to that extent," you squinted your eyes at him, shaking your head.

"you're so difficult," jongho pushed you lightly, "why don't you just like yunho? it's obvious he still takes some interest in you?" he smirks, annoyingly poking your sides.

"if i'm so difficult, you're unbelievable," you gasp at him.

"i've been your friend for years, you move on as fast as you fall in love with someone- which is a good thing! so what i'm saying is.. don't you find yunho attractive?"

"jongho- i know i fall in love easy, and maybe i moved on from mingi in just a week, but still!"

"you didn't answer my last question!"

"god, jongho! fine! he's handsome as fuck," you finally admitted, groaning as you push him away.

"so.. go with me tomorrow, please," last spurt, jongho thought.

"fine, jongho- now can you please, fuck off? you're so goddamn annoying," with your serious tone, jongho still knows you didn't mean what you said and chuckles it off.

what you don't know about your closest friend here, jongho, is that he had a life more than your friendship. actually, not that you didn't know, you just didn't bother thinking or bother yourself at least getting curious about it.

he had a life- and it included 7 friends he considered as brothers, two of them being mingi and yunho.

he has known the two's interests and every little details of their life, some of them being you. reason for not telling you? it thrilled him.

yunho has had his eyes on you for quite some time, but you were clearly blinded by mingi, who wanted to be friends with you, only because you were friends with jongho- and had his eyes to another.

"yunho!" jongho jumps on his seat and waves his hand, making you look at him with furrowed eyebrows. when yunho smiled at him and has caught a glance at you, his smile grew bigger.

yunho simply nodded his head your way, going back at the court to practice his shoots before the actual game.

"you.. know him," you said, as a matter of fact, hissing at him.

"you never asked!" he defended, nudging you. he pushed your disgruntled face away from and to the court, the game finally starting.

it was something usual, and your eyes still instinctively stuck on mingi, unintentionally ignoring the lingering glances of another, yunho.

"spare yunho a glance, god i'm dying from frustration," jongho cuts your concentration from the game, nudging you quite harshly.

"what?" you mumble, eyes finally landing on the point guard who just shot his shot, eyes meeting yours right after.

"you see what i mean?" jongho exasperatingly sighs, but suppressed a smile after your tinted cheeks.

"i- i don't," you stutter out, looking down until you've finally had the guts to look back in the game until it ended.

the crowd erupted in cheers after the game, yunho's team taking the win as usual. and once again, your eyes meet with yunho's, mouthing him a small congratulations before you left with jongho.

"hey, wait up!" you hear yunho from the back, so you and jongho turn around to welcome him.

"congrats, yunho!" jongho jumps at him for a bro hug, and you smile to mumble another 'congratulations.'

"thanks," he smiles back, sparing a glance on jongho and back to you. "can i have your next time today?" yunho raises his eyebrows at you, "..or you have plans today?" you glance at jongho, asking for help.

"i.. i don't know.. shouldn't you be like-" you ramble before you got cut off by jongho.

"completely free. totally free. no plans. just free," jongho shrugged, pushing you to the man's arm who quickly balanced you because of his sweat-covered body.

yunho looked back at you with anticipation, waiting for confirmation.

"i mean, yeah, i'm free but-"

"please, please, please wait for me here? i'll just get changed and get my stuff," yunho pleaded, revving his puppy eyes that you almost swooned at.

"..yeah, sure." you smile at him. looking at him almost wholeheartedly hopping back to the court with a smile worn on his face, smiling now and then to the people who squealed at his presence. "you're insane, choi jongho,"

"you'll thank me later," he winks, nudging you back when he sees yunho jogging back.

"do you want to come with us?" yunho asks him as he swings the strap of his duffel bag to his shoulder.

"what?! no, psh," jongho dismissed, pushing the two of you together. "i have plans.. with uh.. wooyoung!" he points to wooyoung from afar, waving at him then to the both of you, running away.

"i uh.. sorry about jongho," you start, "but don't you have a celebratory party or something?"

"oh, that." yunho shrugs, "we're doing that tomorrow, if you want to come- now you're invited,"

"no thanks, i'm.. really not fond of those things," you explained.

"okay," he smiles, and you feel the world brighten up at that. unexplainably, a small smile creeps up on your lips.

"so, where do you want to eat?" you ask, smiling at him.

"wherever you want."

"i'll be the one paying, yunho. just think where," chuckling, you face him while walking.

"anywhere will be fine when i'm with you," yunho mumbles but you just have got to have elephant ears.

"oh," you simply replied, awkwardly laughing. yunho just chuckles with his ears read, completely dazed at the realization that you heard what he had just embarrassingly said. "are you.. uhm, hungry? or are you settled with some ice cream?"

"ice cream is nice," he replied, a hint of excitement in his voice.

"i know a good ice cream shop," you jump on your place, quickly. dragging him by the wrist to the ice cream shop.

yunho here, stares at his hand and if it was possible for him to get redder, he just did.

"hey, yours?" you shake your hands that was holding his, only to throw it lightly when you've realized he's been zoning out staring at your hands. "sorry,"

"uh.. what? yes. right. i'll have vanilla please." he smiles at the cashier, then back at you who gave him a stink eye. "what?" he chuckles.

"v-va.." you fake gaged, "vanilla? basic,"

yunho laughs at your antics, ruffling your hair. he had only ordered that because he felt rushed, embarrassed and pressured at that second. but because of you and your personality, who always ignored awkward moments and always wanted out of it, you saved him from it.

"congratulations again, you played really well," you said as you took your seats, taking a bite of your ice cream.

"yeah? i think you've only watched mingi play though," yunho playfully banters, squinting his eyes at you.

"hey! i watched you too," you defended, pouting.

"okay, okay," he surrenders, laughing purely.

the rest of the time passed by quickly and comfortably like you have not just been friends for a week. talking about academics, jongho, and some bits of your personal lives.

"it's getting dark," yunho sighs, reluctant of stopping the night right there.

"yeah, i should probably head home," you pout. "i really enjoyed today, i hope i didn't tire you out."

"y/n, if anything, you energized me," and by this time, you've grown invincible of his flirts, frequently said in between conversations.

"really, then it's my pleasure," you jokingly bowed, a big smile plastered on your face as you head out of the shop. "i'll see you around, yunho,"

yunho gives the smile back, already having a pick-up line ready in his mind.

"i'd love another next time, y/n." yunho lowers himself to your eye level, "and would you mind calling it a date instead of next time?" he cheekily smirks, and you could only laugh at his attempt at flirting.

after fakely pondering for an answer, you finally burst to the brightest smile yunho had seen you on, squishing his cheeks.

"sure, yunho, whatever you want. and if that's a date, i'd love it even more," you scrunched your nose, booping his and escaping the moment before he sees you red, running home and leaving yunho stunned, but letting his lips slowly curl up and a heart beating more than normal.

what should you say? thank you jongho.

and maybe probably mingi too. because of a beautiful accident caused by him, you wouldn't have your heart fluttering right now- but not because of him, but yunho.