#jo: soft asks ✨

[jolapeno]

Hi darling! If you’re still answering these, how about 20, 27 & 28?

Happy Friday!

omg of courseeee. [i won't lie, i went to bed obnoxiously early last night so I'm so sorry for the slowness]

20. tell us a memory you hold close to your heart

gosh, there's so many. that it took me ages to think of just one. but I'm going to choose the day we first met our doggo. he was the most excitable, floppy-eared, big-pawed-on-a-little-body bundle of joy, and i knew I KNEW he was my dog before he'd even clawed my hand. we was giddy, we was so excited to adopt him and he has made my life significantly better by being just this big character with so much love to give. I've never known a love like it, and I'm so grateful I've had the chance to know it even this once. (might have made myself cry thinking about him being a puppy omg)

27. do you like to garden, have you ever grown something?

no. hahaha. i am not a green-fingered person at all. i kill more things than i should. the exception is a plant i bought last year when a series finished and i wanted to celebrate doing it. that is still alive and thriving, which i do think is sorta "grown". but I've killed a tomato plant, baskets of flowers, a cactus (it actually drowned and became water) and so many more plants. rip.

28. what are you proudest of

(going to stick this under the cut because ew, jo talking highly of herself and also ew, mental health so be warned).

i'm super proud of the last six months even if they've been the hardest months of my life. and i don't talk on here much about how bad it was, but friends know. they've seen it, heard it, even read it in how i am in chats. but it has been so hard. I've never ever felt as low, I've never had the kind of thoughts I've had, or the fear or the lack of fight in me to do something more than sit in them. i had to fight really hard for every single appointment (as unsuccessful as they've all been - trust me, I've had a really bad time with medical professionals outside of my therapist) because like in lots of places, the system is broken. but, i kept trying, i found a therapist, i advocated so hard for myself, i had to deal with trying different meds with one almost sending me to the ER, tha i think it's forever given me a fear about taking meds now. and a few weeks back i hit such a wall, i could barely talk or even reach out to anyone, this last week has been a good week. a thing I've not experienced or had or been able to say I've had since October. and so I'm currently so proud of myself for holding onto that hope it would get better, that it would get easier, if i just didn't give up on myself. and, yeah. i don't think of myself as a particularly strong person, nor do i think very highly of myself (just being honest), and so the fact i can see it and be proud feels like volumes to me.

ANYWAY, got so deep there, sorry.

ask me soft things ✨

[one-vivid-judgment]

After IW I just want to hug Jo, gently stroke his head and tell him that everything will be fine now TT_____TT

Oh man, assuming this is about Jo fucking Sawashiro,,, y e s. I went from "Haha villainous old man sexy" to "Oh shit, he could use a hug, actually". 

IW gave me serious "I can fix him case" with Sawashiro, Yamai and Eiji (Tomi and Chitose don't need to be fixed as much but,,,) cause MY GOD 😭😭 I'M JUST SAYING, MAYBE IF THEY HAD BEEN GIVEN A NICE HUG NOTHING WOULD'VE HAPPENED

(Normalize blaming Ebina for everything bad that happened to Jo and Ei-chan 🥰🥰)

[muniimyg]

7.5: the perilla leaf 》 series m.list

note: nah cos why did u guys blow up 6.5??? jus cos it was nasty sex ????? WAS THE MIRROR SEX CH NOT AS HOT ???? 😭 jus kidding … hello to my new readers !! hello to my day 1s !!! i’m so glad u’re here <3 enj this ch as we are near the end … i know i took a hot minute... but now u guys will know WHY. pls lmk ur thots ,, i am in desperate need of validation cos i’m losing motivation 😀✊🏽 mwah ,, wuv u all ,, until next time !

warnings: this ch is lengthy !!! i'm too lazy to do a word count... anyways,, miscommunication (jk & mina, mina & oc, eunwoo & jk & oc, etc etc), rejection (take a wild guess 😛) and jealousy ((take an even wilder guess)) angst & implied smut (((pls do not be like jk,, he’s such a douche in this ch))) oc has mean girl vibes... etc etc👨‍🍳✨

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When Yuna meets you, she's wearing Taehyung’s jersey. 

You keep your mouth shut about it, hoping if you don’t bring up her situationship with Taehyung—she won’t bring up yours with Jungkook. 

It’s simple girl logic. Something you’ve always loved about Yuna is that even though she is the nosiest human to ever exist—she knows her boundaries when it comes to you. With that, you’ve always felt safe with her. Eventually, you’ll tell her everything. Besides, what fun is being in a situationship when your loving friends come in with their thoughts and concerns? Evidentially bringing the truth to light and ending your delusion? 

No fun! 

Speaking of delusion…

“Oh my god,” Yuna gasps as she makes an effort to block your view. You huff at her, annoyed at how childish she’s acting. She waves her arms frantically, trying to keep you focused on the other side of the bleachers. Isn’t that ridiculous? For someone trying to get you to avoid looking a specific way, she draws all the attention to it.  “Babes, whatever you do, don’t look—___, seriously? Stop! Please, you’re just going to—”

In disbelief, you grumble; “why is Mina wearing Jungkook’s jersey?”

Your own words make you want to throw up. 

What the actual fuck. 

She’s standing a few feet away from the soccer team with her friends. The towels in their hands—at this point should be pompoms—make them look so… Entitled? You don’t even know half of the girls she’s standing with. Yet, you hate them. 

You despise them and the way they look so perfect. 

They’re all wearing a team member’s jersey… Mina just so happens to have Jungkook’s on. It makes you wonder… Did he give that to her? Did they meet after you two fucked? Did he really mean it when he said, “quickie?”

Did he mean anything he said to you at the party? Not that he was making promises... It's just irritating because you almost believed him. 

Believed in being his girl.

... Whatever that means.

His words were sweet but the way he looked into your eyes was his entire tell. They were sweeter. He had a softness in his gaze. It looked genuine—you swear it was. 

“I think the jerseys are from last season… Look!” Yuna tugs the fabric of the jersey sleeve to you and begins to point details out. “See? This is Taehyung’s from this season. It’s made of thinner material and even the colour is lighter! Mina’s is—”

You turn the other cheek, not bothering to entertain the rest of this conversation. What was the use? You’d only hurt yourself with all the overthinking and cause drama between you and Jungkook. Besides, you have faith in him. He knows how you feel when it comes to Mina… He wouldn’t push it, right? And if anything… You can’t seem to think of a reason why he would be upset with you right now. 

The quickie was just a quickie.

Not much to say. He was normal—until he left. Jungkook had left without saying goodbye and it made you feel a little weird. Not even a text? Not even a heads-up? Not even a kiss? Odd of him. 

Again, it’s nothing worth starting a fight. 

… And besides, when were you guys the type to fight over things like this? You two aren’t dating. Communication—in this sense—is it really necessary? 

“Shit,” Yuna nudges you. “She’s waving at us. Wave back so she doesn’t know we’re talking shit—”

“We’re not talking shit,” you hiss. “Who even cares?”

“Okay, jealous era!” Her words earn an eye roll from you. Quickly, you give in and flash Mina a faint smile and wave your hands at her. She giggles and returns to chatting with her friends. 

“Remind me again… Why did I come?” you groan as you take a seat. Ignoring you, Yuna sits down beside you and takes her phone out. You peek over and see that she’s texting Taehyung good luck. “Do you go to all their games?”

“I try to.”

“Why?”

“What do you mean why?” Yuna snorts. “Taehyung likes the support.”

You bite your tongue. 

Should you even ask? It’s probably safer to assume, right?

“Do you like Taehyung?” Your words come out of your mouth before you can stop yourself. Afraid of her reaction, you brace yourself for her defensiveness. Instead, her lips curve into a smirk.

“Do you like Jungkook?”

Stupid question. 

Just when Yuna thinks you’re about to react to her question, the crowd begins to cheer. You two turn your attention to the field where your Uni’s team and the opposing team all come out and shake each other’s hands. Then, they run a small lap around the bleachers and briefly greet everyone. 

You watch Jungkook in silence. You don’t cheer his name or even wave. It doesn’t matter though. He sees you. 

When he does, he playfully squints his eyes and tilts his chin up. With both of his hands, he makes the OK hand gesture and brings the circle parts to his eyes. Then, he flips one. 

69. 

Your eyes widen. As you throw your head back to laugh, out of instinct, you give him the middle finger. He chuckles and returns your gesture by blowing you a kiss.

Mina watches as he blows his kiss towards you.

Her cheers go quiet. For a split second, you two make eye contact. She smiles at you shyly. You gulp and turn your attention back to the field. Shortly, the game begins. As the crowd cheers, she finds her mood again. Meanwhile, your attention goes back and forth to Mina, cheering on the sidelines, and Jungkook, playing like losing isn’t an option.

For some reason, you feel a little bad. She’s so supportive and cute (you hate to admit it)… And he’s… Well, why does it matter what he is? All you know is that he isn’t hers. 

Yet, he isn’t yours either.  

Jungkook scores the final goal. 

Of course, he does. 

As the crowd goes wild, you can’t help but join in. His teammates run to him, engulfing him like the ace he is. Jungkook pokes his head out and looks at the crowd. When his eyes land on you, you offer him and smile and a thumbs up. He sticks his tongue out at you before he returns to his victorious team. 

Shortly after, Yuna guides you down to the field the minute your area clears. As she does this, you can’t help but feel a little nervous. What were you going to say to him? Even if you had already seen and spent time with him today, right now feels a lot different. 

The way to the field isn’t that long of a walk. Suddenly, you’re standing across from him. He’s saying his last few goodbyes to his teammates and hanging back with Taehyung. Yuna sprints to Taehyung, happily congratulating him and teasing his soccer moves. You watch in awe as the two bond and laugh together. Walking to Jungkook, you keep your head high. 

He would be happy you showed up, right? You didn’t text him that you were coming… But this is a good surprise! At least, you hope it is. He mentioned not telling you about the game because he didn’t feel like begging you to come. Well, here you are. No begging and no sour attitude. You’re here for him. 

It’s all shits and giggles until Mina beats you to him.

He’s only a few steps away from you, but in an instant—he feels so far away. You pause, wondering if you should continue to walk to him. It doesn’t matter if he was watching or waiting for you to come to him; you can leave right now. You could turn around and just wait by the bleachers. Or… You could just go home.

Perhaps there’s a look in your eye that gives your thoughts away or maybe, your friends just know you too well. 

Yuna catches you backing away. She glares at you and side-eyes the direction towards Jungkook. In response, you shake your head with a polite smile—a smile that is trying to mask the fact that you kind of want to rip Mina’s cute head off. 

Polite. 

Just as you’re about to turn away, you feel someone grab onto your forearm. Looking up, you realize it’s Eunwoo. 

“When we were dating, I almost always begged you to come to these games,” Eunwoo complains, grinning ear to ear. “Funny seeing you here.”

Eunwoo isn’t on the team.

He doesn’t even play soccer, really. Basketball is more of his thing. In all fairness, he loves sports and a lot of his friends are on the soccer team. When you two were dating, you were almost never together on Friday nights because of these stupid games. He’d beg for you to come with him and you’d reject and promise him your Saturday night. 

“You aren’t even on the team,” you laugh, earning an embarrassed grin from him. “What’s the point of going to a game if your boyfriend isn’t on the team?”

He tilts his head. Suddenly, your words sink in. Did you really just say that?

“I came with Yuna!” you attempt to save yourself. “She always comes to these things… For Taehyung or something.. I—I just thought I’d c-check it out.”

Eunwoo gives you a funny look.

You aren’t sure if he bought your excuse but you’ll pretend like he did just to salvage any dignity you have left. Everything feels so embarrassing right now. Nothing is going your way and you just feel so out of place. 

Is it overstimulation?

You came all this way to see one person—why are there so many other people?

“Are you here to see Jungkook?” Eunwoo asks bluntly. “You know… Since he’s on the team.”

Eyes widened, you shake your head profusely. “Ew! W-what? No! Who said that? I’m here because my friends are on the team and—”

“You’re a bad liar,” he interrupts you. “Always have been. You should stick with being honest.”

You huff at him. Out of everyone here, he’s probably your safest option when it comes to admitting the truth. In a way—in your way—you give in.

“He’s talking to Mina.”

“Oh,” Eunwoo turns his head, seeing for himself what all your fuss is about. When he takes it all in, he turns back to you with a shrug. “She’s cute.”

“She is cute… You should date her.”

Eunwoo rolls his eyes before engulfing you in a bear hug. He ruffles your hair, knowing you hate it when he does this. You groan and shove him away from you. As you compose yourself, he sighs. 

“Yah, ___,” Eunwoo lifts his finger and points at you. With a serious tone, he warns you: “Don’t be so obvious with your jealousy. It hurts my feelings that you never acted this jealous when it came to me.”

You smile at him sweetly. “That’s because you’re a well-trained dog.”

“Ouch!” Eunwoo laughs, pretending you hurt his heart. “Yes, it’s true. What can I say? Any day being your bitch is a good day to be a dog… That’s why I’m still begging for you back even though I broke up with you.”

With a whiney tone, you say, “oh, shut up.” 

“Still a no to the whole getting-back-together-with-me thing?” he winks, sightly kidding and slightly not. You cross your arms and shake your head at him. He attempts one last time. “Awh, come on! We can even fake date just to get a reaction out of Jungkook… I have no problem betraying friendship for love.”

“Oh my god, shut up!”

This time, you roll your eyes at him and tell him he’s being ridiculous. You remind him that his little drunken confession at the party was close to meaningless. He knew from the very start that you’re the type to move on when things end. Good or bad, you never look back. You’ve lived your life this way for so long—you can’t recall whether it brought you more luck or pain. 

Eunwoo doesn’t care for your little speech. Instead, he laughs and continues to push your buttons.

“Wow, you must love Jungkook at this point. You know, you can just say that, right? You loveeee—“

You lunge yourself to him, attempting to playfully put him in a chokehold. He’s a lot taller than you so you struggle. Honesty, it’s cute and he can’t resist you. Eunwoo laughs and bends his knees, pretending to struggle as you seek revenge. He gives in, letting you have your way.

Meanwhile, Jungkook can’t concentrate on his conversation with Mina.

The big smile on his face faded as he watched you turn away when you were only a few steps away from him. How could you do such a thing? You walking towards him made him so happy. It was a sight he had been daydreaming of for the past few days. Though he saw you just hours before, he didn’t expect to see you at the game. 

He thought you didn’t care. 

Yet, there you were. 

Shit, how does he even begin to explain how it felt to see you there? How annoying it was when you threw your head back to laugh, and his heart raced like never before? He was obsessed with you. Every little thing you do—he was your number one fan. 

Except for moments like these. 

Where you hesitate as you walk towards him. Where you get distracted and forget about him just because your ex showed up.

Where you give up. 

“... And so, I guess… What I’m trying to ask is if you’d want to grab dinner with me and my friends? And then maybe we could do something after that… Alone? Like just the two of us?” Mina’s voice cuts in, interrupting Jungkook’s thoughts of you. “We could watch a movie at my place? My roommate went home for the weekend so we’d have the place to ourselves.”

He stares blankly, trying his best to process everything Mina is blabbing about. 

“Ohh… Thanks for the offer! You know the team and I usually celebrate with dinner together, right? ” Jungkook says it happily as if he isn’t rejecting her. “Next time?”

Idiot, Jungkook thinks to himself.

No next time. No this time. No nothing.

Why does he do this? Why does he always push things back for Mina when he doesn’t even want to reschedule? He doesn’t want to reject her… But he does.

Within seconds, the disappointment in Mina’s eyes fades when she comes up with a solution. Her eyes light up, believing in the compromise she’s about to pitch. “Then maybe I could join you guys? Taehyung and Yuna already know me and—”

“But it’s a team thing.”

Mina’s eyebrows furrow. Slightly offended, she pushes the conversation. “Oh… But Eunwoo goes. Yuna does too. She isn’t on the team—she’s just dating Taehyung.”

“No, she isn’t,” Jungkook laughs, finding the assumption cute. “At least, not yet.”

It’s not that funny, though. Mina doesn’t laugh and the silence between the two is heavy. Her facial expression drops, indicating her mood shifts to something less enthusiastic.

Annoyance?

Desperation?

Hurt.

“___ isn’t on the team. She isn’t dating you… But she’ll be there, right?” Mina chokes her words out as if she’s accepting her defeat. Saying this is a wildcard, but she plays it anyway. “Or what I mean to say is that she’s not dating you… Not yet. Haha.”

Jungkook opens his mouth, but nothing comes out. It’s dry and it’s… Nothing. No words, no thoughts.

He can’t think of a defense and he isn’t even really sure what he’s supposed to say. In his lifetime, he has gotten more than a handful of confessions… But for some reason, this one feels painful.

Pitiful.

“I don’t know what you want me to say,” Jungkook breathes. He scratches the back of his neck and looks at Mina shyly. “I really appreciate the support—I really do. It’s just… I never wanted yours.”

Mina stares at him blankly.

“Okay, I get that… But… This is what you do when you like someone. You do thoughtful things they never ask for. You sit through their practices even if it’s pouring rain or hot as fuck. You wash your towels with their favourite laundry detergent because they mentioned they're sensitive to strong scents—no, actually… I think you drive them home and ignore the other girl who sits with his friends and waits for him… Right? You blow her kisses from across the field instead of the girl that helped set up for the game.”

Jungkook’s heart drops. 

“Mina—”

“I waited for you and you never came. You didn’t even text me. Do you know how that feels? To wait for someone and they don’t even—god, I like you so much I made myself look sooo stupid.” Mina groans in frustration. She puts her hands to her face, taking a breath in before continuing to get things off her chest.

“I should’ve left. Instead, I stayed and checked my phone every two minutes in case you texted. Then, I thought, okay… At least I can try to bond with your friends. But you know what? All they could talk about was you and ___. I sat there, listening and nodding like an idiot.”

Fuck.

Jungkook wants to sympathize with her, but can’t find the words or the strength to reach out. As he hesitates, Mina gathers her final thoughts and makes her last few moves. Abruptly, she shoves the towel in her hands to Jungkook’s chest. 

“She didn’t even know you joined the team again after quitting. She has never gone to a game until today. She doesn’t even chant your name or cheer when you score a goal. She’s over there, flirting with her ex-boyfriend while you’re here rejecting me.” Mina fumes. “Is that who you’re going to pick over me? If so, fine. Nice choice, Jungkook. I wish you the best. Thanks for wasting my time.”

“You chose to be here. Look at yourself. Why are you even wearing that?” Jungkook points at the jersey she has on. Mina tightens her lips, suddenly feeling ridiculous. She pushes past him but pauses when Jungkook mumbles the words, “You led yourself on.”

Sharply, Mina raises her voice. “She doesn’t even want you.”

Ouch. 

Mina’s words hit Jungkook right in the heart. Right in the spot where his insecurities and overthinking take place—the words strike him. 

They hurt him.

They kill him.

“Don’t speak for her,” he warns, gaze lowered and stern. “She may not have cheered as loud as you during the game, but who fucking cares when she was chanting my name the other night… Or was it before the game today? I can’t remember. Fucked around too much to remember.”

Mina darts Jungkook a glare. “You’re an insensitive asshole. Do you know that?”

Jungkook huffs, beginning to feel frustrated. “Your feelings are yours, my feelings are mine. So, you don’t get to say shit about ___ to me—not about the way she treats me or her choices. I’m a grown man, Mina. I can figure it out when I need to pull out and how much shit I can take.”

“Mind giving me a few lessons, then?” she asks, eyes beginning to tear up. “I think I put up with yours for a minute too long.”

Everything becomes difficult in that exact second. There’s so much empathy Jungkook wants to express, but can not. He should not. He needs to pull away now or else he would be doing exactly what she’s accusing him of doing—leading her on. 

“I’m sorry, Mina,” Jungkook apologizes softly, truly feeling stuck. “I don’t know what I’m supposed to do.”

Mina sighs, eyes watery from the tears that threaten to fall. “You’re a grown man, Jungkook. You can figure it out when you need to pull out and how much shit you can take.” 

Jungkook lowers his head, feeling bad for his harsh words. A part of him hates how this interaction went down. He could’ve been kinder. He should’ve been kinder. At the same time, it feels like this is all worth it. There’s no better way to end things than just to cut everything off. 

Still, he attempts one last time. 

“Mina,” Jungkook raises his face and looks at her in the eyes. “Look, I was as honest as I could be. I didn’t know I would like her so much. I didn’t know I’d feel this way about her at all… It just happened. I don’t mean to be an asshole. I didn’t mean to lead you on. I’m so sorry. With my whole heart, I am so fucking sorry."

Mina gulps, a little taken aback by his words. There’s a relief in her heart when Jungkook expresses his feelings to her. At least, there was clarity.

At least, he was honest.

At least, it ends like this. 

She balls her fists and raises them. Waving them in the air, slowly and cutely, she smiles at Jungkook one last time.

Softly, she cheers, “go, Jungkook. Go.”

In the past, the friendgroup seating arrangement was a no-brainer. The order always went: other friends, you, Yuna, Taehyung, and then Jungkook. This was the blueprint. 

Tonight, it’s different.

It earns a few confused looks, but nothing major. No one thinks twice about it. Maybe that’s because they didn’t catch the small moment in between—the one where Jungkook tugged on the hem of your crewneck and you complied. Taking a seat beside him, he keeps his hands near yours.

Though the restaurant is packed and busy, sitting beside Jungkook feels slow. 

Was this even possible? For time to feel like it slows down when you’re beside him? It’s like every gesture he makes, every word that comes out of his mouth, and every stolen glance at you feels mindlessly slow. Yet, your heart races beside him. Even then, you can’t deny how gentle he is. 

How every fingertip brush he makes is intentional. How he eventually hooks his pinky onto yours. How he inches closer and closer to you. Each time, you look away and pretend you don’t notice it. You do. You really do. 

It feels strange.

Back at the field, it felt like he didn’t pay attention to you. Was it because of whatever he and Mina had discussed moments before? He didn’t talk about it when he joined you and Eunwoo. Instead, he kindly greeted you two and excused himself to quickly shower at the locker room before heading out to dinner. You and Eunwoo agreed to wait for him. 

So, you can’t put your finger on it.

He was acting strange, but it wasn’t like anyone else was saying anything about it. A part of you wonders if it’s all in your head. Even though he had acknowledged your presence and excused himself politely—it felt like he was distant. 

It hurt your feelings. 

Why is he acting so weird? The possibilities you make in your head feel limited. The entire way here, you kept replaying moments between you two recently. What could have gone wrong? What could you have done wrong? What about him changed his mind about you? These thoughts flooded your mind so much that you didn’t even realize that he tugged on your crewneck for you to sit down beside him. 

Now, here you are. 

Mind racing with anxious thoughts, sitting beside the man who is the cause.

Your mind is telling you one thing, but his actions are proving otherwise. You don’t know which to believe and it makes you unsure of what to do. Everything is muffled and you can barely make out the small talk happening around you. The only thing clearer than your confused feelings are Jungkook’s gentle touches.

… That is until Yuna and Eunwoo begin to argue. 

“Don’t you usually sit beside her?”

Yuna dismisses him. “Who cares?”

“I do,” Eunwoo protests. “If anyone is going to steal your seat, it’s going to be me!”

“No! You can’t. You can sit beside Taehyung—”

Eunwoo crosses his arms at her. “I thought you liked me. Am I no longer your favourite?”

His words trigger Yuna’s shoulders to drop. She bites her tongue and side eyes Jungkook. Jungkook catches her look and simply clears his throat. Then, he nudges you. 

“Let Yuna sit beside you.” Jungkook’s tone is serious yet casual. You tilt your head at him and give him a weird look. 

“Why does it matter?” you press. In all honesty, you aren't sure of what answer to expect. You're just poking the bear just because you can.

“I’m sitting beside you,” Jungkook points out. “It only makes sense that Yuna sits on your other side. Your favourite people in the world, you know?”

Unfazed, you shake your head. “Be honest… Do you not want Eunwoo to sit beside me?”

“I’m sitting beside you. Focus on that.”

You huff. “It’s yes or no, Jungkook.”

“Or.”

He answers without a lighthearted tone. Without a smile. Without the intention of miscommunicating what he wants. You can’t help but pity him. It’s obvious he’s a little sensitive right now and considering how he left things with you earlier—maybe you should be kinder. Maybe you should cater to him tonight. 

But… At the same time… 

Jungkook is being difficult, so maybe you should run the same play. 

Okay, fine. 

Since the ball is in your court, you shoot your shot. 

“Eunwoo,” you say sweetly, “sit beside me. Yuna can sit beside Taehyung.”

Taehyung, who is sitting across from you, gulps. He instantly feels like he’s caught in the middle. Between trying to please every request Yuna throws at him to catering to his friends—when would this agony end? When could he finally have peace and not get poop anxiety from all this drama?

“But ___—”

You hush your best friend. Yuna pouts and glares at Eunwoo. Truth be told, she doesn’t care if she’s the one sitting beside you or not—she just didn’t want it to be Eunwoo. For Jungkook’s sake; she wanted it to be him. But by the looks of it, Jungkook is in a mood and you’re way too in your head tonight. Ultimately, she accepts her defeat and slumps beside Taehyung. 

Taehyung tries to cheer her up by pointing at her favourite foods. It works. She instantly smiles and sits up with pep. He lets out a breath of relief and shares a look with Jungkook. A, that-was-a-close-one kind that makes Jungkook laugh. You watch as he laughs and can’t help but feel your annoyance begin to fade. 

Okay… It’s confirmed. He’s in a weird mood tonight, but he’s still Jungkook. 

He is still your Jungkook. 

As Eunwoo settles beside you, he strikes up a conversation with the other teammates around him. On your left, you just hear Eunwoo talking your ear off. On your right, Jungkook goes on his phone and goes quiet. Only every so often would he chuckle or make a side comments. 

It’s then that you realize you hate where you’re sitting. 

So, you do the only logical thing you can. 

Flirt with him.

Slowly, you place your hand on Jungkook’s thigh. You lean forward, pressing some weight on him. He puts his phone down and looks up at you. Cutely, you smile at him and take your hands off his lap. 

Patting his head, you softly tell him; “Jungkook, you played well.”

You run your fingers through his damp hair and look into his eyes. You bat your eyelashes a few times, attempting to act cute. Deep inside, you hope this works. You hope you win him over. 

You do.

Right then and there, all his plans go out the window. He will never get used to this. He loves hearing praises from your lips. In complete trance of how you say it, what you say, and why you say it—everything. He craves for you to be obsessed with him the way he is with you. 

So, fuck it.

He could pause his sulky attitude for you. 

Anything for you. 

Jungkook’s lips curve into a half smile. “Don’t be cute.”

“Why?” you pout. “Is it working?”

“Are you trying to entice me?” He chuckles before leaning close to you and lowering his voice. “It’s working, I’ll admit that… But it’s kind of shameless of you to be trying so hard right now. Our friends are here, ___… Don’t start shit you can’t finish, pookie.”

Playfully, you hit his shoulder. “I always finish.”

“Is that so?”

You look at him as innocent as possible. “Yeah. Thanks to you.”

Jungkook goes dizzy.

As he’s about to make a shameless remark, the waiter squeezes himself in between you two and places water down for the table. Everyone thanks him and reaches for a cup. Jungkook hands you one and you drink it. 

“Thirsty as always,” he shakes his head at you fondly. 

Then, he takes a sip of his water. By complete accident, some water spills and gets the corner of his mouth and a bit of his chin wet. You laugh, put down your cup, and tug on your sleeves. Without much thought, you move closer to him and use your sleeves to dry him. 

“You always spill your drink,” you nag. “Are you a child?”

He stays still, not wanting you to move away. “No.”

You taunt him. “Baby.” 

“Who the fuck is baby?” Jungkook mimics. 

Lowering your gaze, you send him a warning look. He laughs and puts his hands up in surrender. As you finish cleaning him up, you sneak in a final comment. “Yah, a lot of girls would break up with you if you do this shit on a first date… Such an ick. Imagine going out with a guy that needs a sippy cup.”

Jungkook rolls his eyes at how extensive you’re stretching this out. “It’s charming. I make it charming. My girlfriend would just have to get over it. It’s that simple.”

“Sure,” you agree with a sarcastic tone. “As if I can ever get over it.”

At this point, Jungkook is going to lose track of how many times you’ve made his heart skip a beat. This is completely unfair. How do you say shit like that so easily and captivate him without even knowing? Should he say something about it? 

As he opens his mouth to speak, he loses his chance. 

“___, Jungkook,” Eunwoo chimes in, “Since this is ___’s first time eating with the team… Should we just order our usual?”

Jungkook nods, agreeing with the suggestion. You do the same and state you feel indifferent. Eunwoo then goes on and on about the food. He tells you about the dishes he thinks you’ll like and which ones you should avoid due to your preferences. All the shit he says are things Jungkook has noticed about you before—it just annoys the hell out of him that Eunwoo is telling you all this shit like he’s still your boyfriend. 

He isn’t. 

So, he should shut the fuck up, right?

Jungkook’s thoughts are put on pause when his phone vibrates. He looks at the notification and reads:

Yuna [8:07PM]: stop making that face

Yuna [8:07PM]: idk if u're jealous or need to shit

Jungkook [8:08PM]: lol but like did u see her flirting w me 😌🤘

Yuna [8:08PM]: yes. do u want a medal or smt?

Jungkook [8:09PM]: she wants me fr 🦄💕

Yuna [8:11PM]: is that why she nd eunwoo look like they're abt to kiss?? 😳

Instantly, Jungkook looks up from his phone and turns to you. You're just laughing and talking with Eunwoo. No kissing in sight.

Yuna [8:11PM]: made u look 🤣

Jungkook [8:13PM]: not funny.

Yuna's laughter fills the room. You turn to her, breaking away from your conversation with Eunwoo.

"What's so funny?" you ask.

She shrugs with a smug smile on her face. Pointing at him, she teases, "Jungkook's in a mood."

You look at Jungkook and see him roll his eyes. He sinks into his seat and mutters a few inaudible words. From the looks of it, you can almost swear that his eyes were a little teary. Was he about to cry or something?

"You okay?" you ask him softly. Your concern grows as he lifts his face and looks at you. He looks tired. Exhausted even. "Do you wanna talk?"

Jungkook feels a sense of relief.

You care.

Thank god you care.

In response, he squeezes your thigh. “I’m good,” he promises. “You okay?”

You nod, leaning in. “More than.”

It happens so fast. Your eyes fluttered closed, and you were barely an inch away from his lips. He even dipped his head—and then you caught yourself.

Holy shit, were you just about to kiss him? In front of everyone? When did this become second nature? You want to believe that only you caught yourself… But it’s too late. Jungkook was bracing himself. 

He knew what you were about to do. He was giving in too.

As you break away, his heart breaks a little. Laughing awkwardly, you turn back to Eunwoo and continue your conversation with him. At this point, he isn’t sure if he’s just hangry or purely annoyed with everything and everyone. He feels so alone. He hates that you’re right beside him too. 

He’s so fucking over this. 

When the food arrives, the spread is breathtaking. Maybe it’s because everyone is hungry as fuck and the game was a huge success, but the mood suddenly lightens. The smell of meat being grilled and the sound of the side dishes being passed around was music to everyone’s ears. 

As Jungkook grills the meat, he places the first one ready on your plate. He continues to pile your plate. With lingering eyes, Taehyung groans out in frustration. 

“Yah!” He cries, “that’s unfair. You can’t possibly give ___ all that meat! Give me some!”

Yuna hits him playfully and tells him to let Jungkook be. She reaches over to the other grill and places meat on his plate. Taehyung huffs, and sinks into his seat. 

“Jungkook used to put meat on my plate first.” Taehyung continues to whine.

You all hear him but choose to ignore his words. You aren’t even sure how you’re supposed to act with this. Jungkook was always sweet to you. He has always looked out for you. He has been a gentleman… Now that you’re paying attention to him—you can’t help but feel so infatuated. 

You're drawn to him.

“Do you even eat that much meat?” Eunwoo teases, as he reaches over your plate and picks a piece of meat off. He shoves it in his mouth and you laugh at him. His cheeks are all puffy from the food he stuffed in. 

“No, but that doesn’t mean you can steal it off my plate,” you mutter. “You’re such a thief.”

“I stole your heart once upon a time,” he reminds you. “I’ll be the thief if you’re the cop.”

You cringe at him. “Thank god you broke up with me.”

“You used to love my lines!” Eunwoo jokes, suddenly ruffing your hair like how he did at the field. You shove his hand away and groan at him. 

Jungkook witnesses it all.

The entire time, he feels like he’s being tortured. Sure, you’re allowed to have other guy friends. Sure, you’re allowed to have exes… So why was this bothering him so much? Eunwoo is a good guy too! He’s his friend and it’s not like Jungkook has dibs. If we’re being realistic—Eunwoo had you first. 

Cue Jungkook’s insecurities. 

Do they know how long it took for Jungkook to get to where he is with you right now? How long he had to wait just for him to be able to hook your pinkies together under a table? How long it took for you to sit down beside him without arguing? How long it took for you to accept his presence? How long it took him to get you to act cute?

Too long.

And here Eunwoo is—a mere ex-boyfriend—getting your banters and treating you like you’re still his. 

It makes Jungkook sick to his stomach. He’s losing his appetite by the second.

His thoughts are put on pause when Eunwoo proclaims: “___, look! Our favourite… Perilla leaves!”

Jungkook’s eyes bulge. 

You smile at Eunwoo and practically celebrate with him. As he picks one up with his chopsticks, another sticks to it. As you pick up your chopsticks, you take the other side and peel the perilla leaf apart. Together, you and Eunwoo giggle and wrap the perilla leaf with some meat. Suddenly, he brings his wrapped perilla leaf to your mouth. Happily, you eat what he offered.

“Good bite, baby.” Eunwoo praises you.

With a mouth full, you childishly hit him and scold him for not taking a bite himself. Eunwoo listens and picks up another perilla leaf. You two repeat to peel them a part and—

Jungkook wants to kill himself.

Oh god, he wants to rip Eunwoo’s head off. 

To make matters worse, Yuna attempts to be of rescue.

"Eunwoo," she gasps. "Aren't you being a little too shameless?"

Eunwoo shrugs as he prepares another bite for you. "Yuna, just because there's a goalie doesn't mean I can't score."

That does it. Something inside Jungkook snaps. He wants to be so mad at you—no, he is so mad at you.

How could you do this to him? How could you let Eunwoo say such things?

Don’t you know what this all means? Falling in love. Marriage. Children. A whole fucking nuclear future with someone that wasn’t him. It’s fucking insane you’d let Eunwoo go this far… And right in front of Jungkook? Were you serious? Do you hate him this much?

In a hurry, Jungkook takes his phone and opens his iMessage. He taps on your name— which is easy because it’s pinned—and sends you a text. 

Then, he puts his phone down and begins to shove food into his mouth. He stays quiet and glares at the meat as if the meat did him wrong too. He can’t even begin to express how he feels—it’s just all over the place. He is all over the place.

When his text is sent, your phone vibrates. You glance at Jungkook, a little confused as you see that he sent you a text. Sliding your phone open, you tap on his message.

mfker [8:32PM]: video attachment

Curiously, you tap on the video. As it loads, you turn down your phone volume just in case it was too loud. When the volume icon goes away, your screen reveals a familiar zooming in shot of Jungkook's face. He rolls his eyes and you hear yourself laugh. Suddenly, the angle switches to you holding the camera out at arms length.

You see the corner of your face. Your boobs. Your ass. His abs. His smirk. Him. Naked.

Your hands fly to your mouth, stopping yourself from gasping out-loud.

The sex tape.

Your sex tape with him.

In a split second, you shut your phone and turn it over. Wide-eyed, you push yourself away from the table and make the effort to excuse yourself. Everyone acknowledges your announcement but for Jungkook. He doesn’t even look up.

As you get up, you turn to him. You utter under your breath, “meet me outside. We need to talk.”

The minute Jungkook slams his car door shut, you get right to the point. 

“What the fuck was that?”

Jungkook settles into his seat, unafraid of your anger. He was unashamed. What he did was reckless, yes, but it was no mistake. 

With a nonchalant tone, he answers you. “What? The video? You told me to send it to you.”

Groaning, you bring your hands to your face. “Not during dinner! Not when our friends are sitting beside us! That was fucking embarrassing. Are you trying to humiliate me? That shit is private. It's us intimate. What kind of game are you playing—”

“I’m not playing any fucking game,” Jungkook controls his rage. “Why are you so embarrassed? Because it’s me fucking you in that video and not Eunwoo?”

Your eyes widen at his words. 

You want to scream. Instead, with a calm and slow tone, you confront him. “So… That’s what this is about?” 

Jungkook sighs heavily, clearly fed up with this conversation already. He doesn’t answer you. Instead, he reaches over and opens his glove compartment. As he rummages through, you huff at his avoidance. When he finds what he needs, he aggressively shuts the compartment closed. You watch as he brings his device to his lips. Inhaling, he takes a hit of his vape. 

You glare at him.

“Can you do that on your own time? I’m trying to talk to you.”

He turns to you and blows a puff at you. 

“Jungkook,” you warn him, “stop it.”

In response, he shrugs and takes a final hit. 

“I didn’t even know you vape,” you say quietly. “Aren’t you supposed to take care of your body and shit? As an athlete?”

He chuckles at the label. Athlete. Sure, that’s what he was… But he was also on a break for a good amount of time. He was also human. 

“I’m just stressed,” he admits. “You make me stressed.”

You laugh and take the opportunity to grab the vape from his hands. Without much thought, you open your door and toss it out. He rolls his eyes and just as he’s about to open his car door to retrieve it—you catch his wrist. 

“Can you focus on me?” 

As much as he hates to admit it, your words will always win him over. Even though he hesitates, he surrenders. Jungkook settles himself into his seat again and puts his hands on the wheel. Bowing his head, he shuts his eyes and takes a moment. 

Silence fills the car as you two try to figure out which direction this conversation should go. So far, not so good. 

You attempt once again. This time, you go from a different angle. 

“Why did you leave me earlier today? I know you were busy but… You didn’t even say goodbye.” In all honesty, you hate it when you say shit like this. You feel so weak and like you could let out a sob in between words. Not to mention the fact that you’re rarely in this position. This was new. You have never fought for anyone the way you fight for Jungkook.

“I had a game.”

Jungkook’s concise answer irks you. Was he fucking serious? Could he try even just a little bit?

“I know you had a game.. At least, I found out through Mina’s Instagram post… Which… I mean, you didn’t even bother telling me you had a game. Yuna goes to those—I can too.”

No.

That’s not even what you really mean to say. What you mean to say is: I want to go to your games. I want you to want me to be there. I want you to care if I’m there or not. I want to be the one wearing your fucking jersey. 

Jungkook responds plainly, “I told you… I didn’t feel like begging for you to come.”

“You don’t have to beg,” you pitch. “I would have—”

“You would have what?” he sneers. “Would you have come then? Without me asking? Without me telling you? Or did you come out of spite? Like, the fact that Mina was around me and you weren’t… Is that what brought you to me today?” 

Hilarious.

Wow, what a dick.

“No,” you object. “I came because you came over for a quickie and then left. Without a word. Without a kiss. It was unlike you. I wanted to talk about it but you’re acting like this and I can’t—I don’t understand what’s going on. Jungkook, what’s going on?”

At this point, you're practically desperate. You reach for his hands. Eyes searching for his, he shakes your grip off his hands the second you intertwine them. You furrow your eyebrows, completely confused and shocked at his rejection. Wasn’t this what he wanted?

“I hate you.”

Suddenly, your throat feels dry. In an attempt to calm your mind, you search for his hands again. For the second time, he pushes yours away. Then, you brace yourself. What he says next could ultimately be the end… Right? This is where everything is headed. 

The end. 

Then, he says the oddest thing. 

“I hate perilla leaves.”

You tilt your head at him. “What?”

“Are you going to marry him?”

You blink.

“Who?”

“Eunwoo.”

For a moment, you wonder if he’s joking. Was he actually serious? Your question is answered as Jungkook lifts his head and looks at you with a sad expression. It takes you by surprise. Come to think of it—you’ve never seen him upset. At least, not like this. Not sad. Not defeated.

“You’re mad at me… Because of a perilla leaf?”

Your loss for words. Unexplainable. Unbelievable.

He looks at you with despair. “Do you not get it? ___, the next thing to happen after you peel perilla leaves with someone is holding hands with them. Then, you fall in love. Marriage. Babies. What about me? What happens to me, huh? What happens to us? You don't even hold my hand.”

You’re dumbfounded. 

“Jungkook, you can’t be serious…”

“He patted your head. Are you a fucking dog?”

Sharply, you mention, “I patted your head too.”

It doesn’t matter. He looks at you dead in the eyes. “Eunwoo is supposed to be your ex-boyfriend, not your fiancé.”

You almost gag. “He’s not my fiancé—”

“You peeled the perilla—no. You let him feed you. Fuck you for that.”

Frustrated, you curse. “Holy shit, do you hear yourself?” 

He doesn't utter another word. Instead, he stays quiet. Then, when you open your mouth to speak, he beats you to it.

“I hate Eunwoo.”

A beat.

“I hate Mina.”

Just as expected, Jungkook provokes you. 

“What the hell does Mina have to do with this—”

“Everything!” you express rather triggered. "Look, I don't know what you expect from me. I’m not going to go to your fucking practices with a towel in my hand ready to wipe your precious golden sweat. I’m not Mina—”

Jungkook cuts you off only to repeat his question. “What the hell does you not being Mina have to do with all of this? How does that justify the perilla leaf?”

At this point, you feel like you're losing your mind. Childishly, you chant: “Fuck the perilla leaf. The issue is that you're all about her. Mina this, Mina that! You’re so fucking annoying with her—”

Jungkook snaps. “Are you this insecure?”

“Fuck that,” you grumble. “She was wearing your jersey today. How do you think that made me feel?”

He glares at you. “You’re fucking insane if you think I rather see her wear my jersey over you.”

“Why’d she have it on then?” you interrogate. “Are you fucking her too?”

Line: crossed.

There's madness in Jungkook's eyes. His chest burns in slow anger and feels like he's overheating from everything you've said and done thus far. He's tired.. He feels like he's losing.

Fuck it.

One last fight.

One last try.

“Are you fucking serious?” Jungkook slows down his words, trying his best not to raise his voice. It’s so fucking hard. He’s so irritated by your attitude and your fucking delusion. “___, I acted like a total douche to Mina today so she’d leave me alone. I feel horrible already, but I also feel relieved. So, stop it. You don’t have to hate her. You shouldn’t hate her. You don’t need to make these fucking assumptions because that’s just out of line.”

Like fire, your own anger consumes you. “Are you defending her?”

“There’s nothing to defend,” he insists, voice beginning to tremble. “Holy shit, I was such a douche to her already so you can chill.”

You glare at him. “I am chill.”

Lies.

“You gave me a blowjob that one time so I wouldn’t make it to my dinner plans with her,” he comments. “That was a pretty bitch move.”

Out of reflex, your mouth drops a little. You can not believe it. Did he really bring that up? “Excuse me?”

Jungkook blinks at you. “It was a bitch move. I didn’t mind, though. Why? Because it felt like you wanted me. Every time you make me feel that way—I can’t let that shit go.”

“So what? Do you want me to say thank you?” you spit. “Are you fucking kidding me? I don’t care if you—”

“You never asked for it, I get that,” Jungkook interrupts you. He takes a minute. Suddenly, he recalls his moment with Mina at the field and feels his heart break a little. So... This is what it feels like to be on the receiving end. “What I’m saying is that I stopped entertaining her because I—well, I thought it would ease your heart. You overthink so fucking much, I'm beginning to run out of solutions. Do you even know how much I hate your jokes? The ones about me talking to other girls? I hate them. I only talk to you. I only think of you. Only you.” 

Your heart drops. 

“I never asked for any of that.” 

Something is wrong.

All your words are wrong. Everything you want to say is not coming out of your mouth. What you mean to say to him is; oh my god. You didn’t have to do that for me, but I feel so seen and heard that you did. 

Jealousy has always been a funny thing. Never has it been triggered the way it is when it comes to you and Jungkook. Though some may argue this to be toxic, it is simply the truth about relationships. Jealousy is a healthy emotion as long as it is expressed and validated moderately. It’s so hard to be upset with Jungkook when his confessions are so wholesome. He did a kind thing for you. He did it to bring you peace. Here you are, acting ungrateful because you can’t fathom the way he cares for you.

Jungkook huffs. “___, that’s exactly it. You never need to ask when it comes to me. Whatever you want, I give. I fold. Tenfold. That’s the fucking cycle we’re in and I’m beginning to get sick of it.” 

A silence falls upon you two. All you hear are the raindrops from the sky begin to splat on his window. For a moment, you get so lost in your thoughts, that your head begins to hurt. After a few more moments of silence, you realize it isn't your head.

It's your heart.

It feels like a knife has been stabbed into it—his and yours. All at once, it just aches. You both feel it. Your hearts grow tired and fragile.

Truly, it's ironic how the gentle silence is ruined by such brutal words. It's then when the knife, that was stabbed into both of your hearts, twists.

"What do we do now?"

"I think we need a break."

[koiiiji]

broooo, one, one plsssss… do one work by windbreaker, i swear, i’ve read all your works..all..😭😇😇😇🫶🏻

author’s note ; i hope you enjoying my lookism hyperfixation era bro🪄✨🤓

but i agree, it’s been a while since the last time i’ve carried entire windbreaker hashtag on my back… seems like time to finally go back to my windbreaker babies here too😌💗🎀 but for now just one-shot just to tease y’all 🤭

author’s note 2 ; okay now serious topic, empty blogs, pls update at least something in your blogs - age, some info like “here for fics/reblogs/etc/“ or at least some pfp, otherwise i will recognize you as bot blogs and will block you, thank u!

tw ; no, fluff, reassurance, established relationships, au! where hummingbird already win over monster and it’s time for final round

pairing; hyok kwon x gn!reader

“you sure he worth it?” you asked Hyok calmly, watching him practicing his balance on nearest to your apartments building playground.

playground now quiet under the twilight sky, it’s bathed in the soft glow of streetlights, casting long shadows that dance with the breeze. the air is warm, almost velvety, carrying the subtle fragrance of blooming flowers and freshly cut grass. you stand there in Hyok’s oversized jacket, its familiar fabric rustling softly with each gust of the summer breeze. his jacket envelops you, providing a comforting weight and his lingering scent. you watch him as his silhouette mixing with determination and grace, backlit by the moon light.

your voices blend with the ambient sounds of the night – the distant hum of cars, the occasional chirping of crickets, and the gentle rustle of leaves, - “it’s not about his worthiness or something…” Hyok muttered softly as he focusing on his bike and legs. - “it will be about me to show difference between me and him… that we stand on different levels…” - you can clearly hear that Hyok was tensed. you know he would never admit that - being nervous over some schooler… what a nonsense for Hyok Kwon.

you chuckled softly, looking at him and making self note that if he actually wasn’t worried about Jo Jahyon you two now would peacefully sleeping in your bed. but here you are, just came back from studying the route where tomorrow race will take place, and now watching his final practice with his tricks. but you still enjoyed your boyfriend’s company at peaceful playground at night, right?

when Hyok finally moved from place he was standing still on, he drives towards you with a relaxed yet purposeful stride. he stopped few inches away from you and without hesitation wraps his arms around you, pulling you closer. his bike was still between his legs as he wrapped his arms around your waist. embrace is warm and reassuring, and as he buries his nose in the crook of your neck, you feel his breath against your skin. you hummed softly, snuggling up to him, stroking his hair back and mumbling some words of support meant just for him, - "look at me" - you pulled his head a little, making him look straight into your eyes - "you are the most talented cyclist i ever met Hyok..." - you took a pause combing his ravenly black hair back with your fingers, placing your palm on his cheek, studying his features as if you never did it million times before. - "you will tear that hummingbird apart tomorrow, will win competitions and after..." - you pulled him closer rubbing your nose against tip of his nose, - "we will take deepest nap we've ever experienced" - you softly mumbled into his lips with a warm smile. it seemed to you that Kwon almost purred with pleasure when he closed his eyes and pressed you even tighter towards him, kissing your forehead and freezing in that position for a couple minutes, enjoying the moment. the world around seems to fade away, leaving just the two of you, connected in that perfect summer moment.

[sizzlingcloudmentality]

babeee for the soft asks can I ask for 1 and 6 🫂✨

Jo, love, hiiii 💛 of course you can!

1. What song makes you feel better

I do have a rescue playlist. It may appear a bit woo woo and out there, but breathing and singing is huge for me to calm down (vagus nerve stimulation, my beloved) and those songs are great to hum or sing along with.

6. What's your favorite candle scent?

I love a good, clean orange or lavender scent. I also love candles that smell like men (like Grey by Kringle Candle)

What is your go to song and candle? 👀 Thank you so much for playing! 🫶

soft asks

[einsatzzz]

For the artist ask game:

4. Fav character/subject that's a bitch to draw

6. Anything that might inspire you subconsciously (i.e. this horse wasn't supposed to look like the Last Unicorn but I see it)

21. Art styles nothing like your own but you like anyways

27. Do you warm up before getting to the good stuff? If so, what is it you draw to warm up with

There are so many good questions 😭😭😭 I hope it's okay that i just spamed a bit 👉👈🥺

It's ok bro !!! Ask as much as you want !!! So that l can keep yapping about art as much as I want too lmaooo Thank you for sending this over hehehe 🫡✨💜

Weirdly Specific Artist Ask Game

4. Fav character/subject that's a bitch to draw

Since it's you sending this ask, the fave I got to answer this with has to be the one and only, Hib/ari Ky/oya 🤣🤣🤣 The first look at his design, it looks so simple. Nothing really too complicated with his hairstyle. He would fit into that one meme where this user is trying to compile "basic black hair guy" from various media (basic black hair guy??? but he's so ikemen and popular??? that's how you know he has 10000 aura & charisma *biased*). But then when you actually try to draw him, there's just something about him that I find hard to capture. Or maybe it's because he's my fave, that my brain just hyperfocuses on the tiny details that makes him *HIM* that sets him apart from other characters with similar designs. Then, I just end up overthinking how I draw him. And that makes him such a bitch to draw.

6. Anything that might inspire you subconsciously (i.e. this horse wasn't supposed to look like the Last Unicorn but I see it)

Game OSTs and maps/areas! I listened to the whole playlist of Enka//nomiya (from Gen/shin) so much, it lowkey ended up as an inspiration for Kana's character and general vibes, especially for a certain part of her lore. I originally listened to it for just studying because it helps me focus, then somehow the whole playlist AND the map/area itself is Kana-core now.

If I just have to rec a few from this playlist though, these are the ones: Soft Moans of the Remains, Sink Into Oblivion, Tearless Souls of Byakuya, Hope or Nostalgia, Vanished Beyond Recall, Combat Beneath the Waves (most of the titles ahahaha...🙃)

21. Art styles nothing like your own but you like anyways

The first one that came to mind for this is Hiro/hiko Ar/aki-sensei! He's the mangaka who made Jo/jo's Biz/arre Adv/enture. His style is so legendary and iconic, I'm very sure you've seen it at least once. It's so different from mine that leans more towards the conventional pretty anime character style, but I LOVE Ara/ki-sensei's art so much, especially the fashion, poses and his grasp with drawing the forms/shape of his characters with such a god-level of consistency.

I remember someone making a gif of his character in different panels, arranging them so that they're facing in different angles. The result is so smooth, it's like you're rotating a 3d model with how consistent he drew the face structure, even if each one is from a different manga panel! 🤯🤯🤯✨✨✨

27. Do you warm up before getting to the good stuff? If so, what is it you draw to warm up with

It's a 50-50! Sometimes I do when I remember, then sometimes I don't because I either forgot to or it's just that good of a day for me to draw. And when I do forget, I would only remember because it kind of feels off for no reason, especially when I'm just at the sketching stage. When I realize that, I would open another canvas asap and start drawing random stuff. If it's coloring then, I usually don't need to warm up.

For my warm up subjects, I usually go for Kana or Kurumi, depending on my mood. I drew them so much, so they're the easiest and quickest to draw for me, they're great for warm-up sketches for that very reason. They're also a test to see rq if a certain day is a good drawing day. Because if I can't even draw KanaRumi properly, then I know my brain is not in the right setting to draw at that particular time just yet. I can stop the clownery very early and just switch to doing something else.

[lemonxdaisybby]

Hi Could I please ask for nsfw headcanons for Jo Sawashiro and reiji Ishioda with a usually shy s/o who ask to be dominant for once?

not sure if you write for them, sorry if not

Hello! 💕 Yesss I’m okay to write for them, although I did have to google Reiji as the name was not ringing a bell. As soon as the mullet popped up tho it all came flooding back to me! We stan a good mullet ✨

This was a fun one to do, so thank you for the ask - enjoy!

Jo Sawashiro:

First things first, you are in charge only because he is allowing it to happen. He’d still see himself as the dominant one, he’s just willing to let you have your own way this time.

It would almost amuse him at first, the idea of his partner thinking they can dominate him. He’d probably challenge you, like ‘you think you can handle this?’

He would be absolutely gobsmacked if you answered him by just shoving him roughly onto the bed. Straight to business.

Please do not degrade him or say mean things to him, the poor man’s got it pretty rough already.

Teasing is allowed, although if you do tease him too much he will lose his patience and show you who’s boss, by taking control back. He’d probably go extra hard too as punishment.

Wouldn’t allow you to tie him up, blindfold him, or anything like that. He would likely not enjoy being restrained at all.

He’d find it hot if you rode him and held him down by his neck, although do not choke him properly. He does not like it. He is the one who does the choking, thank you very much.

Would play along with orgasm denial, although he will be glaring at you each time you command him to stop. He would get so frustrated, but once you do allow him to finish, he has to admit, it was worth the wait.

Overall, he would likely only enjoy more of a soft dom vibe. Being submissive and vulnerable isn’t something that comes naturally to him, nor is it something he’s fully comfortable with.

Reiji Ishioda:

Again, you are only in charge because he is allowing it, and he is still the boss. Although, he would be a lot more open to it.

Surprisingly, he could get quite into it. He does prefer to be the dominant one, as he’s naturally very rough and intimidating, but he may be willing to switch from time to time, if you ask nicely, or maybe even beg.

Slap him across the face, he fucking loves it. Although, maybe don’t slap him too often, as this would definitely rile him up, and he would then proceed to naturally take back control. At that point, he would be a complete animal and go all out.

If you tried to dirty talk him or degrade him, he would probably laugh at you and call you cute.

Would not be down for being restrained properly, or gagged, and he would also refuse to beg. However, he would be okay with having his wrists tied to the bed, and being blindfolded, although he does prefer to be able to see you as you fuck him.

He would absolutely keep trying to challenge you and talk back when you talk dirty to him or tease him, it would almost be like a constant battle for dominance. The best way to shut him up is to just sit on his face and get him to put his mouth to better use.

If you try orgasm denial with him, he will probably ignore you and finish anyways because he is a brat and does what he wants.

He might let you top from time to time, but again, he wouldn’t be into his partner being an extreme dom, and generally does prefer being the dominant one himself.

[serendipdipity01]

✨ fic drop ✨

title: mary on a cross user: poisonyouth fandom: yellowjackets pairing: natalie scatorccio x original character status: ongoing location: wattpad LINK

“𝘈 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘷𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴—𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘵.”

a new girl walks into the woods. she’s soft-spoken, stained with faith, and something else. something that might not want to leave.

you’ll meet annie jo chambers soon enough. and she’ll meet the wilderness.

preview:

“Do you believe in God?” Natalie asks, voice scratchy with smoke and grief. Annie doesn’t look at her, just runs her thumb over the sharp bone of her wrist. “I used to think He was watching.” A pause. “Now I think maybe He’s hiding.”

🕯 canon divergence? 🕯 religious trauma + girlhood rage 🕯 nat being in love & very bad at it 🕯 new secrets, new blood 🕯 soft hands + sharp teeth 🕯 the wilderness has plans

and one final thing...

i have a lot of power in my hands with this storyline. and i will not hesitate to use it. some things may be changed. some fates rewritten. some girls may not make it out.

you’ve been warned. 🐝

here's the link again for your leisure

[bananaactivity]

Info Post ✨

Hey Yall its me, you can call me Jo Here's some info for my page under the cut:

I do fanart and fanfic, I take asks for in-character AU questions, Head canon questions, AU character drawing request, Random ideas, inquiries about art trades, Random questions on my thoughts about my fandoms or wtv

I focus on three Fandoms on this page: Lab Rats, Mighty Med, Kickin It

But I have some Bonus ones:

Descendants, MBAV ( Neg)

I dont mind spam liking, re-blogging, or commenting

I do mind spam messaging if we arent moots, and its your first time messaging me. Anyone can send me a message, of course, but please don't keep messaging me if I don't respond as soon as you like, Ill get to it :)

I don't take commissions rn and I don't do free work outside of on topic art requests ( That means if its not related to my fandoms) Also If I do your request, that doesn't make it your art to do with what you wish. You CAN use my art as icons, wallpapers, profile pics, if you have a fanfic and you want to face claim my specific designs that’s chill, with credit ofc but all that stuff is chill

Heres the list of Chill and Not Chill stuff and thats it:

Chill:

FAKE Gore ( Hard and Soft, I wont post that without tags and I dont post it often), Topics of abuse ( I dont post about this but Im fine being linked to fics about it), Soft NSFW or Implied ( In art only soft and It will be tagged, and Im fine with explicit and soft nsfw fics)

Not Chill:

Explicit depictions of rape ( I dont want to see or read detailed stuff like that, implied is fine to a degree), Incest or underage nsfw ( Im not attacking you if you write or draw that but I find it gross so just dont interact with me because I wont interact with you. Keep it to yourself or youre getting blocked), Flirting with me personally ( this one seems unlikely but im not looking for love especially not on tumblr)

Thats All :3

[jolapeno]

Hello darling! What about numbers 2 and 21 for the soft asks?❤️

lovely wymmmmm. hi, ily.

2. what is your go to comfort show

i loveeee soo many so i hope you dont mind im going to just ramble?

scrubs - my teenage years were me crushin' on dr cox. apparently i like them sarcastic.

superstore - forever fave, love jonah and amy.

new girl - nick miller till i dieeeee

scandal - i rewatch every year, i love the yearnin' burningggg

and likely so many more but these were the top of my head instant ones.

21. tea, coffee or hot cocoa

i answered that one here and don't wish to make more brits mad at me hahaha.

ask me soft things ✨

[therealslimshakespeare]

How would the men of "Those Who Can" react

If they received flowers from their spouse for the first time?

How would they respond if they were called "beautiful," "gorgeous," "breathtaking," or even "ethereal" by their spouse, rather than being called "handsome" or "good-looking"?

What would their reaction be if they were complimented on the beauty, color, and softness of their skin and lips, or told that they have very beautiful and delicate-looking hands?

How would they react if their spouse told them they have mesmerizing eyes?

How would they feel if they realized that their spouse is obsessed with their buttocks, constantly slapping and pinching them?

How would they respond to being complimented on how muscular and strong their legs and back look, prompting them to start wearing shorts more often or simply walk around the house shirtless and in their underwear?

Lastly, how would they react if they wore something that compliments their physique and their spouse got all flirty and tactile with them?

Those men need to be appreciated! Thankfully their partners in crime love them to infinity and beyond!

Gosh I love these sorta asks, Nonnie, as I’ve said before they make me think harder on dynamics while also being so pretty and lovely and it’s just a grand time all around. Ok let’s do this.

18+ for typical universe warnings, Those Who Can. here in lies some sexual content and illusions to past Male S.A. read at your own discretion, as always .

💐 Receiving flowers:

Gale Cleven: oddly touched by it tbh, even if it was some rose Maureen snagged from a bouquet at a wedding and tucked behind his ear. He totally treasures it and presses it in one of his study books and no one finds it until his kids are cleaning out his shit and there it is.

Rosie Rosenthal: Ida buys this man flowers like he’s a Victorian maiden she’s trying to woo, full on sprays and bouquets, vases full of seasonal market bunches and pickings from her nephews and nieces. Insists his desk is bare and bachelorly without them, and she’s got a point because any time someone asks Robert Rosenthal Esq. what the flowers are for he always beams and informs them they’re from his wife who loves him. He blushed like a girl when she first gave them to him, and still buries his nose in them as she holds them before taking them from her. Every single time.

Jack Brady: chronic gardener and wildflower picker himself, it’s hard for Tilly to one up him but she’s determined, very proud to bring him the first few blossoming branches from their orchard. They are the sort to plant certain things and dedicate them to each other.

John Egan: don’t think poorly of Jo that she doesn’t give him flowers. But here’s the truth of it, his first and most prized blossoms he ever received were dandelions from his eldest baby girl when she could barely crawl and clutch at them in the park. Later it’s upgraded to flower crowns that both daughters craft intricately and with great pride for his curly head.

✨Being Called beautiful/ethereal:

Gale Cleven: Maureen never once called him handsome and he rolled with it, he is not preoccupied with it but he’d have to be dull not to be aware of the fact he attracts a certain kind of attention, different from the sort that a man like Bucky gets. Even before Maureen’s attention came, unwanted or wanted it’s always simply been a little different for him. So he’s not weirded out or bashful for the most part. But honestly? When he wakes up to find her staring at him like he’s heaven sent it makes him blush. and her juvenile delight at the fact their children have his features is gratifying in an awful way he barely can own up to

Robert Rosenthal: a gratified and stammering blush of a man. Ida hurls the compliment at him as if she’s got a grievance to level with him and she must kiss him as punishment and it makes him feel like her loverboy in the best way

Jack Brady: quite negatively initially. It was all very funny and well to be compared to Ida as a handsome girl, etc but after the camp it genuinely smacks of something sour to him and while he’d never admit that or ask for a change in his friend’s ribbing, as it’s not something a man owns up to, it still sits uneasily. But from Tilly? After years where she’s studied his soul and crafted children by her body with his eyes and her skin? Ah his wife can call him beautiful and he knows it’s an expression of admiration for more than his physical features

John Egan: Jo calls him that one night when she’s riding him and the lamp light really makes his sweat soaked skin glow a burnished bronze -he cums instantly tbh

Ok I’ll admit -third question I haven’t got anything I didn’t overstate above, lol so pardon the skipping.

👁️ Their Eyes:

Gale Cleven: honestly it gets to him so much, melts him, he’ll turn pink and those lashes will flutter overtime

Robert Rosenthal: widens them like a dork so she can get a better look, “these ones?” usually blames it on her non-existent drinks or the orgasms talking

Jack Brady: positively loves when Tilly traces them, is immensely proud that they’re notedly remarkable according to others, almost a family hallmark, that Bradys as a whole are recognized by them, his kids, Ida and Eugene…

John Egan: was informed of this while weedling his way into something with said eyes and immediately got a big blushy smile on and kissed the daylights outta Jo

🥞Slapping/pinching of the butt

Gale Cleven: long suffering endurance and an instant shame boner

Robert Rosenthal: flexes and asks if she knew he used to play football…yes Rosie, she knows and she likes it

Jack Brady: a scowl followed by a smirk that means absolute terror for the inflicter

John Egan: high pitched squeaks every time, desperately concerned about his balls as if they’re in danger???? is mostly ticklish more than scandalized, gives as good as he gets

👔Compliments on an appealing article of clothing that flatters them:

Gale Cleven: knows he looks good in what he chooses, but is rather conservative in it. Most of the time, but he is aware nothing tickles his vain little wife more than when he rocks up to her stuffy old money family reunions looking like a matinee idol, and he’s happy to play his part once a year: good god the swim trunks and slung towel around his neck with the beach hair and golden tan?! he knows he’s pretty arm candy and he expects payment from her for it afterwards

Rosie Rosenthal: short shorts king, hysterical he pulls them out for vacations and when kayaking or at the beach or hiking because tbh he’s a bit shit at relaxing but still, he’s very pretty like that and Ida always had an affinity for his thighs, ever since his skivvy story, tbh. he maybe wears them to mow the lawn more often than necessary.

Jack Brady: speaking of mowing lawns -all that gardening mentioned earlier? Yeah, sweat soaked white shirts and singlets and faded denim baby, he’s a dream in it and he can’t get over the fact Tilly restrains him in her kitchen often to copulate when he’s disgustingly sweaty and smelling of gasoline and fresh grass. (I trust you can see where she’s coming from with this??) but also!!! When he’s not gardening he’s the most homebody of all homebody’s and he loves a good book or an easy jam session with musical instruments. His go to cozy outfit is a sweater, tighty whitey underwear and socks. Those pretty, track hardened, lean legs going on for miles…the underwear usually gets soaked. Blame Tilly again.

John Egan: short shorts and open hula shirts. I don’t make the rules, and my god he looks good in them with his chest hair and man boobs out and about and those massive thighs. When he sees the affect this dad outfit has on his wife he becomes insufferabley committed to it.

[anamelessfool]

For Marian and Jo: 3, 6, 9, and 12 ✨

Oh these were good! I had to come up with some new stuff on the fly!

OC Character Ask Link Here. I'm answering questions about Cardinal Marian, Edelweiss Ghoul, Papa Camino and Mater Jocasta.

3. Did you choose their names for how it sounds or its meaning?

Marian: I chose it originally for the sound, but I seredipitously remembered the Sisters of Mercy song Marian so I will tell you that yes, I definitely named her after that! hehe

Jocasta: I wanted a regal name, but not too biblical so I went into mythology for it. Originally considered Dido (Aeneas' lover and Queen of Carthage) but it was too soft to my ears. I didn't want any specific goddess name, it's distracting. Jocasta sounds intense and the story is dramatic and profane: Jocasta was Oedipus' Queen and Mother in the myths.

They both have full legal names. That may one day be revealed!

6. Relationship with parents?

Marian: Marian was born July 25, 1978 in Pittsburg, Pennsylvania USA. Marian never had contact with her father. Her mother was a person who struggled with alcoholism and so Marian spent most of her childhood under the care of her grandmother. Her grandmother was kind but was extremely critical of Marian, especially in regards to her dark interests and her weight. Marian's grandmother died when Marian was 17 and so Marian had to move back in to her mother's care. It was eighteen months of hell and she moved out with a friend as quickly as she could.

Jocasta: Jocasta was born September 1, 1942 in a small town outside of Salzburg, Austria. She was a middle child with an older and younger brother. Her family owned the town bakery. Her father was conscripted into the army and was KIA in 1943. Both sets of grandparents, two aunts, five cousins and her mother took care of her and her siblings. She had a very supportive family that encouraged her musical talent as long as she helped the family business. (One of her jobs in the Ministry before being Nihil's protegee was baking bread for the kitchens.)

9. How easily does your OC make friends?

Marian: She is very cagey about meeting new people. She has had so many friends move away in her life that she doesn't hold on to people too seriously. Until she joined the Church. Even then, she's suspicious of kindness.

Jocasta: She makes friends, a little too easily. She's definitely one that flits from friend to friend. She engages with people on a deep level but never confides in them. She has a flirtatious nature.

12: OC Best Friends? Worst Enemy?

Marian: After joining the Church, Marian befriended Papa Emeritus Secondo's primary lover Sandra. The two women became fast friends, and then more than friends. There was an awkward falling out and Marian was struggling through it when she first got involved with Copia. Marian doesn't have enemies although Sister Imperator is intimidating.

Jocasta: Jocasta had a childhood friend Elizabeth. They moved together to the city, lived and performed together. She lost contact with Elizabeth when she emigrated to the US. Jocasta's closest friend is Sorrel Ghoul, her first ghoul she summoned.

Thank you!<3

[rose-of-oz]

For the plot bunny ask game: Ruby Barker + Little Women (2019) please??

@dancingsunflowers-ocs ✨💛✨

Oooh, okay, this one kinda slays, thanks so much, Alexandra!! (Also gonna tag @ginevrastilinski-ocs since I think I remember her liking Little Women?? <3)

NAME: Alice Thomasin.

LOVE INTEREST: Meg March.

SUMMARY: Alice had been loving Meg March from afar for as long as she could remember. Though the two young women had never exactly been friends, as it were, since the March sisters were not always able to come to social gatherings and Alice, being the eldest daughter of a wealthy family, was expected to attend all of the ones that were held, they had always been friendly, and it had only taken a view short conversations for Alice to fall into a dizzying, head-over-heels love for the other girl that had lasted a long time. However, she has never been able to be sure that Meg feels the same things she does about other young women, and so Alice has resigned herself to pining from afar and eventually marrying someone that her parents choose for her - until, during a social call to old man Laurence’s nephew results in an offer to spend more time with the March sisters, which leads Alice to believe that, just maybe, she might have a chance with the object of her affection after all.

OTHER INFO:

We’re just gonna pretend that homophobia doesn’t exist in this time period and that two women can marry each other, okay? Okay.

Anyways, yes, meet Alice! My dearly beloved hopeless lesbian who falls in relatively unrequited insta-love with Meg that eventually does turn out to be requited, once it’s been given some time.

Basically she’s over paying a social call to Laurie and his grandfather when the sisters come over to visit Laurie, and Jo really likes her after talking to her for a bit and offers her a membership in their play-writing and performing club, which the others don’t have nearly as much of a problem with as with Laurie given that at least Alice is a girl. Seeing an opportunity to be close to Meg for a while, even if she still can’t have her love returned, Alice accepts immediately.

Their love story is kind of a ridiculous slow burn, because Meg still needs to accept the fact that she likes women before she can even acknowledge whatever feelings she might have for Alice, but they do eventually get together and get married and the whole thing, and it’s so sweet and soft and lovely.

Alice develops an amazing BROTP with Jo, and is actually the one to help the other girl realize that she’s aro-ace (because you can pry aro-ace Jo from my cold dead hands, so why shouldn’t I make it canon if I can?).

send me a fandom and a faceclaim/love interest and i’ll make an oc!!

[quirrrky]

Wala na in love na ako. So far with Haruka, Suo, Sugishita(? Parang nabubulol ako a. 😅) Not in particular order

I wanna join in sa ask game. Waaaahhhh! Bibi I missed you so much. (>^°^)> Pati yung kilig feeling that I get whenever I join these ask games.

Lights ✨ Camera 📸 Action 🎬

The kisses that take you by surprise. Like you're doing normal stuff then boom kiss. By either one of us. Either on the cheek or soft peck on the lips. Then shock and then blush. The giggles or smiles come and you go for a kiss again.

Friends to lovers 💝

Wind Breaker. I don't know all yet but surprise me. (Yung tatlo na sinabi ko sa taas Chr. Namili pa pagkatapos humingi ng surprise 😭)

And of course. Safe bet ako. 😅 It's been so long since I wrote any fan content 😭

KUROO TETSURO

It's feels weird isn't it? No, not really. You and Kuroo clicked. Like it just happened. You met, liked each other and dated. It's normal. Why wouldn't it be?

Except many of those around you didn't understand how you guys made it look so easy. The answer it wasn't. Arguments, conflicting schedules, wrong timings. It's all there but you both pushed thru because you both wanted to.

It's the first time in a very long time to be together again. Another successful event organized by your love and only. And of course, as playful as your love of your life gets...

You see yourselves on the big screen. Kuroo had that sly but charming smile on his face. You curiously tilt your head trying to figure out what was going on. Ugh. The stress, you really needed to wind down if it was getting to you this much.

You turn to Kuroo to ask what was going on but instead you were greeted with his lips on yours. It's supposed to be wholesome. Okay for kids to see. But the way you melted. It's hard for Kuroo to resist and to be fair he missed you a lot. Everyday. He pulls you closer and kisses you to just take all of your stress and worries away.

you're caught with...

TOGAME JO

I'm sorry but- when the kiss cam was directed to the both of you, he was caught in 4k nuzzling his nose against your cheek. 😭✋ you were both surprised, not expecting for your public display of affection to be broadcasted out of the blue. he just chuckled and rubbed the back of his head, and since you were being cheered on to kiss, he did so with a hand at the side of your neck. His kisses were slow and sensuous, he made you whimper. After all, he'd been wanting to do this all this time.

👄 ask me your kiss cam

[practically-an-x-man]

✨💼🎯❤️✂️🍎💀🎓 for Madison Ophelia and Gia

Thank you so much!!!

Ask Game for Someone's OCs

✨- How did you come up with the OC’s name?

Madison: Her first name was just picked because I wanted her to have nicknames - I wanted her changing her name/nickname to represent the different stages in her life, where she goes by Maddie as a child, then exclusively uses her full name after running away from home, then is called Mads by Alex as a symbol that she's found another home. Her last name, Douglas, comes from the Gàidhlig "dubh" and "glas", which directly translates to "black gray" but less-literally means "dark river", signalling her connection to water and her aquatic mutation.

Ophelia: It was a combination of several things: alliterative O's to connect her to her father and the superhero trope of alliterative names, the name Ophelia to reference the tragic character in Hamlet and represent all the grief in her life and that her death was sparked by her own action (and potentially as a piece of long-game foreshadowing to Charybdis, with her madness), and her first and middle name (Jo) both being literary references as a connection to her mother.

Gia: Her first name was mainly picked just because I liked the way it sounded (technically it means "God is gracious" or "gift from God" which I suppose could be linked back to her clover, but I didn't plan it that way), but her last name is derived from a Greek salutation meaning "may you live forever" - fitting, don't you think? I was actually pretty proud of that one.

💼 - What do they do for a living?

Madison: At the moment, she's a full-time X-Man and doesn't really have a personal source of income outside that. Later, once she soft-retires to settle down in her own place, she'll make money selling wood carvings and ornate carpentry pieces.

Ophelia: She's a biomedical engineer who primarily works in prosthetics, and later acts as the face of Denarii Technology and Proceedings (AKA what used to be Oscorp, but rebranded and no longer military-focused)

Gia: She owns a flower shop in Hell's Kitchen!

🎯 -What do they do best?

Madison: She's a fantastic survivalist - drop her anywhere, she'll make it out alive.

Ophelia: Problem-solving, in a technical sense. She's great at building a machine to fix what needs fixing, and troubleshooting that when it goes wrong.

Gia: Appreciating the little things. Despite her anxiety, she is genuinely happy about the small pleasures in her life, and she's an optimist at heart (when the anxiety and PTSD doesn't interrupt that, at least)

❤️ - What is one of your OC’s best memories?

Madison: When her older brother first got his driver's license, the two of them went driving around to look for Christmas presents for the family - they stopped for hot chocolates on the way, went through all kinds of gift-shopping gymnastics to avoid the other one discovering what present they got them, and then Johnny crashed into a snowbank getting out of the parking lot (everything was fine, it was just surprising and hilarious)

Ophelia: Winning the state robotics competition in high school and going out for ice cream afterwards - it was both an incredibly happy memory on its own and one of the last times she saw both of her parents alive and happy.

Gia: Visiting her grandparents and extended family in Greece for the first time, swimming in the ocean and hearing her grandmother cluck about riptides and sunscreen, getting into a splash war with her siblings and cousins until her eyes burned from the saltwater...

✂️ - What is one of your OC’s worst memories?

Madison: Excluding the absolute worst of the worst since that's a big plot point... being captured by the Brotherhood and having her mutation enhanced. She was physically struggling since the cell was so cold it put her into torpor, mentally struggling because having her mutation enhanced gave her some dysmorphia and depersonalization issues, and she either expected to die there or escape and have to rewrite her life entirely (since she expected to be cast out from the X-Men). It was torture for her in so many ways.

Ophelia: When Officer Stacy came to her door to tell her that her father had passed away. For one thing, her mother had died only a few months before that, so she was already grief-stricken and now newly orphaned, but she was also closer with her father to begin with and it was utterly devastating to lose him. It literally changed the entire course of her life, in a way.

Gia: When HYDRA cut off her leg in an attempt to see if the clover would regenerate it. She doesn't remember much from her time with HYDRA because of the trauma, but she remembers that. It was the most painful thing she's ever experienced, and to her represented a turning point in her life (she could, and does, pretend that her clover didn't change her life, but she can't ever get her leg back).

🍎 - What is the OC’s relationship w/their parents like?

Madison: Moderate. She grew up in the 50's, so she always felt stifled by expectations of conformity. There was a lot more strain once she became a teenager, since they expected her to play into traditional gender roles and expect to become a housewife for someone, and that's never been how Madison rolls. Still, they weren't bad parents, and she genuinely does love them.

Ophelia: Incredibly close, to the point that losing them absolutely devastated her.

Gia: Very close at first, but it fractured after her younger sister's leukemia diagnosis and eventual death. It was never really the same after that, and only fractured further after everything with HYDRA.

💀 - Does your OC have any phobias?

Madison: Not really. She gets incredibly protective of her family - we're talking protective like a wild animal, she goes feral when they're in danger - but this isn't exactly a phobia.

Ophelia: Not a phobia either, but she's definitely a lot more wary about the multiverse after everything that happened with Charybdis. She's also a lot more wary of herself - Charybdis is a version of her, they're the same person at the core of it, and she's inwardly terrified of going down the same path as Charybdis.

Gia: Strangers. After HYDRA, she develops a strong case of agoraphobia, particularly with the anxiety that HYDRA could still be watching/targeting her through undercover agents, and anyone she encounters on the street could be one of those agents.

🎓 - How long have you had the OC?

Madison: Since 2020, I think? I started writing her story in mid-2021, but I think she was marinating in my mind for a while first.

Ophelia: Since December of 2021, after No Way Home came out.

Gia: A few months, since somewhere in the realm of November or December of 2023. I was in rehearsals for Little Shop of Horrors at that point, and all that time being cooped up in the puppets got me thinking about the codependence between Seymour and Twoey, which led to me thinking about an OC who's also linked to a plant (to both the success and detriment of their life), and Gia was born

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Hi lovely! I love your work. All your writing is just chefs kiss. I was wondering if I could request a fluff with Bucky Barnes? Just like curled up together under the sheets in a cold house and Bucky just wants to cuddle? Thanks so much!!

Hi love!!! Thank you so much for this soft and sweet request! I have a few stories that fit this well that I will link here so you can read what you like! Hope you enjoy! Thanks again! Have a lovely night! Hugs❤️❤️❤️