#my friend and i came up w this au idea and they lowkey turned a little toxic again LOOOL

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DEAL ! ft. martial artist! kashimo hajime

SUMMARY. being saddled with tutoring the stubborn martial artist was bad enough, him learning you had the hots for him was even worse. but of course, you decide to use this to your advantage. and he is more then happy to partake in your little game. ━━ ★

CW. ooc kashimo, modern au (you two are college students, same age), reader with glasses (self indulgent asf), porn w/o plot, slight degradation, praise kink, lowkey soft dom kashimo, pet names (sweet girl, princess, baby, good bye, etc), kashimo & reader teasing each other, unprotected sex, bets, creampies, frenemies(?) to lovers, reader is black (obviously), multiple orgasms, etc. ━━ ★

NOTE. i got this idea randomly & it’s been a while since i’ve written for my man so here we are. unedited, please excuse typos & grammar mistakes. ━━ ★

Being the smart kid had as many disadvantages as it did perks. People flocked to you, not for friendship; but rather to feed off you. Using you to get good grades, notes, and then discarding you later. It hurt you at first, but now, you couldn’t care less. Now that you were an adult in college you gained a shiny spine, immediately saying no when someone approached you for help. You didn’t care if you came off as bitchy or stuck up, you refused to put your school career in jeopardy just for a bunch of strangers.

Which left you with a small group of friends, but hey— big groups didn’t work out anyway.

You carried this thought process all the way to junior year, your teachers used to it by now. No amount of begging from them or a student’s behalf changed your mind. Until, your beloved biology teacher reached out to you.

See, you took the class around your sophomore year of college, and the two of you clicked instantly. Something about being one of the few other black woman among the faculty and student body really drew you close together. If she asked for something, you were more than happy to oblige. Which, she knew all too well.

So when she called you into her classroom one day you weren’t surprised— until you noticed the tall, cyan colored hair man standing infront of her desk. The moment you stepped in she was all smiles, buttering you up before delivering the punch line:

“Could you tutor Kashimo Hajime please?” Her tone was soft, wavering on desperate. She watched as the annoyance covered your features, her scrambling a bit. “One more bad grade and he loses his scholarship. You know I wouldn’t normally ask this of you, but he’s a good student— I swear.”

“If he was so good, he wouldn’t be failing.” You murmured under your breath, eyes darting to the side to spot the man already staring at you. A grin in place. You wouldn’t find anything funny about this situation if you were him, but again— you weren’t and never would be. “Come on, Ms. Wells; you know I can’t stand tutoring people. Besides, I took this class last year.”

“And you were my best student.” She mused, buttering you up once more. A soft sigh escaped the older woman, leaning against her desk. “Look. Do this for me and I’ll write you the best damn recommendation letter you’ve ever seen. Okay?”

You thought it over, wondering if you really wanted to subject yourself to a whole week and a half of tutoring for someone who probably couldn’t care less. But, you really wanted that letter and you had to admit you had a soft spot for your previous teacher. So with a reluctant sigh you nodded, turning to face Kashimo who did the same.

“But if you still fail, it will not be my fault.”

“Of course.” He spoke cooly, smiling down at you.

You wondered if Ms. Wells was lying. If she was held at gunpoint to say he was a good student. He was far from it. Not only was he stubborn, Kashimo got disinterested in the material quickly; moving on to scrolling on his phone or attempting to watch something on your television. Even hitting on you, which you shut down— with minor hesitation. You couldn’t blame yourself, as annoying as he was; he was easy on the eyes and ears.

Today was Wednesday, meaning Kashimo only had four days until the test. And by the looks of it, he wouldn’t be passing it. The man wasn’t stupid, he just didn’t want to sit still and do the work. He was far too rambunctious.

You snatched the phone out of his hand for about the third time that day, placing it on the desk behind you. “You’re wasting mine and your time, Kashimo. Could you please focus on the studying?” You grumbled, adjusting your black rimmed glasses on your face. Kashimo leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms. “If that’s the case just kick me out, you have no obligation to tutor me.”

“Ms. Wells asked me to.” You spoke, breathing softly and slowly blinking. You then turned to the sheet on your desk, scribbling something on the page. “Plus it’s called human decency and empathy, I want to help you.”

“That or you want to fuck me.”

You released a choked scoff, eyes wide as your eyebrows rose. You whipped around to face him, Kashimo sporting a cocky grin. “Really? You really think so?”

“I know so.” Kashimo shrugged as if it was obvious, leaning forward and resting his elbows onto his thighs; heavy, hot gaze trailing up and down your body. Satisfaction gleamed in his eyes, pressing his chin into a palm. “Because.. I’m able to tell when someone wants to fight or fuck me.”

“Oh, those are the only two options?”

“The only ones that matter.” He responded quickly, grinning at the way your pressed your lips together. You didn’t expect to be found out, seeing as you tried to be discreet with the glances you took at his strong arms and his crotch whenever he wore those damned grey sweatpants. You breathed softly, eyes darting elsewhere as you grabbed the middle of your glasses, rubbing the space between your eyes. “Mkay.. maybe you’re right; maybe I allowed my eyes to linger for far too long—“ Your breath hitched as you felt his hand fall to the bottom of your chair, pulling you closer while the other gently grabbed your calf. Before it could travel up you rose your leg, pressing it against his stomach.

“— But, the two aren’t mutually exclusive; I still want you to pass.” You spoke slowly, ignoring the way his fingers slowly caressed your leg. Kashimo chuckled softly to himself, leaning back in his chair and allowing your foot to slide down his body into his lap. “Okay.. how about we make a deal?”

“I’m listening..”

“You tutor me as hard as you like and if I pass— well..” The man dragged on, using a hand to cover the little smirk pulling his lips. You got the gist however, sucking in a small breath as you slowly nodded. You scooted a bit closer, “But that means, you have to get an A.”

Kashimo blinked at your words, eyes snapping back to your face with a bewildered expression. It was your turn to grin, reaching over his shoulder to curl a piece of his hair between your fingers. “I can tutor you as hard as I like, remember? Get an A, and you’ll get a reward. Deal?” You tilted your head, bottom lip caught between your teeth.

Kashimo licked his lips a bit, mimicking your smile. “Deal.”

“Good boy. Now get the hell out of my dorm so I can get some sleep.

Much to surprise, Kashimo’s entire attitude seemed to change over night. He was listening to each piece of material you threw at him, getting a few questions wrong but paying attention otherwise. It made you a little warm inside, and happy he was actually listening. Even if it was just to get in your pants which you— truly didn’t mind. The feeling was mutual after all.

Sunday night the night before the test, you offered him a break which Kashimo refused, stating he’ll be fine to take it in the morning. You got a little worried especially from how early her class was so you offered him to sleep in your dorm. Much to his, and your own surprise.

“Oh, don’t break your part of the deal now..”

“Don’t be gross, like I said— human decency.”

That night was a little awkward, having another person in your room on the floor— especially someone you were pinning for. You desperately tried to sleep the thought away, turning over to lay on your stomach and cuddling your pillow. Which helped, seeing as you drifted moments later, waking up when you heard movement in your room.

“Leaving?”

“Yeah. Class starts in about twenty minutes.” Kashimo called to you in the darkness. You soon felt him near your bed, giving you the opportunity to gently caress his arm. “Good luck on the test.”

“Mhm.” You shivered as his warm hand suddenly brushed your bare shoulder, leaning close to your face. “Get some rest.. you’ll need it.” Your eyes went wide at his words, slowly sitting up to watch him exit your dorm.

Well, now you couldn’t go back to sleep.

You got up shortly after the man left, taking a shower and throwing on some jeans and a shirt while heading to your own classes. Kashimo was pushed to the back of your mind, giving it may take Ms. Wells a day or so to get through grading all the papers. And while you hate to admit it, as much as you wanted to be wrong— he probably still failed. A harsh thought, but it was probably true.

Your classes ended as normal, already back in your dorm by about four in the afternoon. You stripped yourself of your outside clothes, pulling on some random juicy couture shorts and a tank top. You laid across your bed, switching to a random show; flipping between watching and glancing at your phone. You had sent the man a text message around the time his class should have ended and to your dismay, he didn’t answer. Even if he couldn’t get the grade tonight, you wanted to at least gauge how he felt about it.

Pursing your lips, you turned off your phone and pushed it to the corner of your bed, laying your cheek against your pillow. Your eyes remained glued to the television for about several hours, eyes blinking as you wondered whether to turn in for the night or not. That thought left the minute you heard knocking on your door however.

You flipped your phone, glaring at the time which read 9:30 p.m. You grumbled softly in annoyance, rising from your bed and sliding off it. Waltzing over to the door, you opened it to reveal Kashimo Hajime standing in all his glory. A large grin on his face. Your heart dropped to your stomach, watching him raise his hand to showcase the piece of paper he was holding. You silently took it, flipping it around to glance it over and spotting the big fat 100% glaring back at you.

“Oh.”

“Oh..” Kashimo mocked you softly, pushing into the room. He watched with interest as you backed away, eyes remaining on you as he closed and locked the door behind him. He reached over, grabbing your wrist with one hand and your cheeks with the other. “Looks like I get my reward.” The words came out whispered, leaning down and planting his lips on your own. Your eyes shut instantly, his test dropping to the floor as your hands rose to his hair. Your fingers curled in the cyan-colored tresses, moaning softly as his gently bit your bottom lip to shove his tongue into your mouth. The two appendages played and curled with each other, whilst his hands fell to your ass, gripping the warm flesh for a moment before lifting you easily— pushing forward to place you onto the bed.

Kashimo pulled back, a string of saliva connecting the two of you. “Bet you were thinking of this all day.. waiting for me to come and fuck you.” He spoke on bated breath, hand sliding up your body to gently grab your throat. The man chuckled softly as you shook your head, using his other hand to pull your glasses off your face delicately, turning to place it off to the side. “You’re a shitty liar, [Name].” Hajime pushed you further up on the bed, hovering over your body as he attached his lips back to your own. A hand was pressed beside your head while the other flicked down the top of your loose tank top, exposing your breasts to him.

He trailed his kisses down from your face to your throat and finally breasts, using a hand to squeeze one while his mouth wrapped around the other nipple. You gasped softly as the pleasure swirled within you, head leaning back against the back as your hips rose. Kashimo grinned against your chest, pushing a knee up between your thighs, chuckling at the way you instantly began to grind against it. His teeth gently raked your sensitive skin, sucking and licking the bud raw to hear you shudder and moan. Kashimo pressed his leg up harsher, slowly rolling his knee, feeling your wetness seep through your thin shorts and slowly dampen his pants. The man pulled back, rolling your nipple between his fingers.

“Oh, you’re already so wet and I’ve barely touched you. Needy little thing, aren’t you?”

“Hajime.. stop teasin’ me.”

The martial artist hummed to himself, gently pinching the raw bud to watch you gasp. “I’ll do what I want. Better yet, I could leave you here yearning for my touch— possibly get my reward at a later date.” The moment he pulled his leg away you were whining, reaching to grab at his shirt. Hajime grinned down at you, leaning close and allowing his leg to press against your center once again. “Then lay here and take what I give you like a good girl.”

Sucking kisses into your dark mocha skin, your hips as you ground against his muscular leg, feeling him flex the appendage every once in a while. It felt far too good to simply just be dry humping, your head leaning back as your clutched his shirt in your hands. You gasped out as he bit your neck, sucking harshly— the action enough to push you over the edge. A whine escaped you as you came, ruining your panties and shorts completely.

Hajime pulled back with a grin, resting on his hutches and pushing your thighs. “Still can’t believe you got off just from my thigh…” The man teased softly, hooking his fingers on your shorts and panties, dragging them down your body. Before he could do anything else you were pushing your legs together, causing his heated gaze to snap to your face.

“Take your shirt off.” You spoke, watching the man tilt his head with a little grin. He leaned over you once again, caressing your exposed stomach slowly.

“You want it off, take it off yourself.”

You gently bit your lip but obeyed, reaching over and slowly pulling his shirt up and off his body; warmth flooding you as you glanced over his form. He certainly had the build of a martial artist, sculpted but not disgustingly so— just right. Your hand smoothed down his toned stomach, feeling it contract when you got closer to the waistband of his pants. Your breath hitched a little when he grasped your wrist, eyes snapping back to his face.

“Focus up here, sweetheart.” Hajime spoke, releasing your hand to slowly descend down your body. Your eyes widened, watching as pushed your legs wider, revealing the prize between them. You shifted under his gaze, gripping your shirt and yelping the moment he pinched the inside of your thigh. “Quit movin’.” The man spoke, leaning down. He used to fingers to slide your slick folds, pressing a kiss against your swollen clit. The foreign feeling caused you to twitch, hand falling to the bed and gasping the moment you felt his tongue glide across you.

“Hajime..”

“Relax, princess. Just relax for me..” He murmured against you, gently taking your clit into your mouth. He began to suck, throwing a hand across your hips to keep them against the bed. Your legs widened, mouth hung open as soft moans escaped you. You gripped your sheets the moment you felt two fingers slowly push inside you, scissoring and thrusting into your soft entrance.

Your moans grew louder, hands falling to his hair and gripping; looking for leverage. The pleasure took over your senses, eyes pinched close as you struggled against his heavy arm, pushing your pussy into his face more. His tongue was wicked, circling your swollen bud, dragging up and down your slit, lathering you in saliva. Kashimo’s fingers weren’t any better, trusting into you, pushing against your spongy walls and reaching deeper then your own fingers could.

Soft smacks and groans escaped from between your legs, moans now pitching as your toes curled from the pleasure. You panted, walls clenching around his fingers as your peak grew closer and closer. The man seemed to notice, withdrawing his fingers from you and pulling away from your clit. You nearly whined if it wasn’t for his warm, thick appendage driving into you; hand moving to allow his thumb to circle your bud.

“Ha—haji.. Mmm—!” Little tears treated to spill from your eyes, palms hurting from your tightly you were gripping his hair. The martial artist tongue fucked you relentlessly, the pace of his thumb quickening. Moments passed before your back rose up off the bed, making a mess all over his face and under you, arousal trailing down to your taint.

Your body shook, panting heavily as you felt him remove himself from between your legs. Through your hazy vision you watched him lean over your body, warming as his hands cradled your throat and skull; leaning down to plant your lips together. You held onto his arm, eyes closed as your returned the kiss, delving on your taste from his mouth.

“So good, princess.. so good for me.” Kashimo breathed against your lips, planting a few more kisses against your bruised lips, pulling back to glance at you. He grinned to himself, enamored by the display before him. Your edges a mess, braids sprawled out around your head while your chest rose and fall heavily, lips slick with his salvia and your mess; pouted and used. Hajime’s thumb caressed your throat, curling his fingers between the parts of your hair. “You want more, sweet girl?”

The moment you nodded the man’s grin was falling, gently clenching his fingers around your neck. “Words. Use your words.”

Your body went hot, eyes trailing away from his features. “Haji..” Your cunt clenched the minute his hold on your neck tightened just a bit, urging your eyes back to his face. “I asked for words, not my name.” The man leaned down, forehead pressed against your own. “Unless you want me to leave you here, a needy— desperate mess.”

The thought alone had you whining, shaking your head once again to which the man urged you once again. Biting the inside of your cheek, your hands dragged up his back to his shoulders, blinking up at him. “Please Haji.. I need you.” As much as you wanted to kick yourself for such a pathetic display, the thought melted the moment he came close, pressing a kiss to your lips and whispering good girl.

Kashimo released your throat to push his sweats and boxers down, revealing his length to you. It was heavy, a lighter shade then him with a bulbous red tip. You bit the inside of your cheek the moment you realized it ended just below your navel, shivering at the thought it splitting you open.

He grabbed the underside of your thighs, pushing them up and open as he crowded in close, lining his dick up with your entrance. Pushing in slowly, the man cooed as you whined— releasing a leg to gently caress your side. “Mm.. relax baby.. that’s it— let me take care of you.” Hajime watched the way your walls clenched him as he sunk in deeper, having half a mind to fuck you into the mattress right then and there. But for once, he decided to be patient.

Soon enough Kashimo was all the way in, shuddering as your clenched— adjusting to his size. The stretch burned of course, eyes pinched closed as you remained still. The pain melted away however, breathing as you moved your hips, eyes opening as the pleasure ran down your spine. The soft moan that escaped you was enough, watching as the man dragged his hips back before pushing back inside— the two of you gasping.

His hands found purchase on your hips, immediately setting a rough and fast pace inside you; drilling you into the bed. Under his mercy you moaned, pretty acrylics digging into his back as your legs shook around his form. With his weight placed behind each thrust you could barely breathe let alone think, pleasure consuming you whole. Your eyes were rolling to the back of your skull, lost completely— ruined.

Kashimo enjoyed each expression each sound, dedicating to memory. He couldn’t care less if someone else in the dorm heard— even swearing he heard knocks against the wall above them. He wanted them to head; wanted them hear his name fall from your lips so sweetly. The man leaned down, softly mocking your moans with the sickest grin. “Feels good baby? Yeah— wanted this the moment you met me, didn’t you?” The man questioned, grunting the moment he felt your walls clench from his words.

“Haji, Haji— Fuck!” Your words dragged, speech muddled as he continued to fuck you as if he would die without it. He was pushing you wide, cock digging deep inside and brushing against spots you didn’t even know existed— angling his hips just right to hear you squeal from the pleasure.

“I know baby, I know— feels good for Haji too.. fuck..” His eyelids were heavy, thumbs digging into your plump flesh as he fucked you with all his might. The bed rocked from the force, headboard slamming against the wall for a moment before Kashimo reached over; gripping it tightly while continuing to drill into you. The moment you noticed it, you were pushed over the edge; creaming all over his length while a loud cry of his name escaped you. The man grinned down at you, pulling your leg over your shoulder, somehow moving deeper inside you.

“One more princess, fuck—“

You shook your head, clenching him so tightly as the oversensitivity flooded your body. You felt him release your hip to gently grab your throat, coming close once again. “Come on, I know you got it in you, pretty girl— be good for me.” No matter how much your body ached with exhaustion, how your messy cunt clenched and pulsed tiredly around him— you ignored it all, wrapping your hand around his wrist and rising up to kiss him.

Kashimo grinned against you, bruising pace continuing inside you, head brushing against your cervix with each thrust. The pleasure quickly overshadowed the pain, his hand falling from your throat to rub tight, fast circles against your wet, swollen bud. Your stomach clenched, fucked completely dumb to the point his name came out in incoherent babbles and cries.

Moments of this continued before his breathing got heavier, eyebrows pinched close as his thrusts got a little uncoordinated. He gripped the headboard harshly, harsh swears escaping him as he rocked into you. “Fuckkk.. you want me inside baby? Want me to pump you full?”

“Yes, yes! Wa—want it inside, Haji—“

Hajime smiled down at you, leaning close to kiss you once again muttering a soft of course, against your swollen lips. He drove himself deep, hips stilling as he painted your walls white. That was enough for you, walls milking him dry as you came; moaning into his mouth.

His thrusts slowed to slow gyrates, hand raising to your skull against to slowly massage your scalp. The man soon pulled away, your combined pants fanning against the other’s face. Kashimo’s hand fell to your cheek, caressing it gently and smiling at the way you tiredly leaned into it.

“Best tutor ever.” Kashimo teased, chuckling softly at the way you playfully glared at him.

[strwbrrybxn]

I’ve been trying to find someone who at least acknowledges my boi Neji😭 finally found someone. I’m dying for anything Neji, literally anything. A crumb. A little crumb plz. I beg. I saw that ur friends w Donna and Biscuit lol and Manda refuses to write for him *sigh* but I’ve seen ur work and it’s so good like I’m on my hands and knees for u anyways sorry for rambling lolz anything u write for Neji I will eat it up coMPLETELY -🍒

I'm back and I'm so sorry this took so long, but I hope you enjoy this one. lowkey broke my own heart writing this

Temporary ; word count 2040— Neji Hyuga × female reader

✓ prompt: “Everything is temporary. This was merely one of those things.”

✓ pairing: neji hyuga × fem!reader [neji aged up to 23]

✓ warnings: 

✓ genre: nsfw, angst

✓ au: isekai, modern times

a/n: **italics — spoken in english

“Neji~”** you hummed, turning to look at the long hair falling into his eyes as he tried to assemble your coffee table.  Little did you know, this is one of the last times you’d get to see his smile.

It had been a few years since Neji had come from a different world; since he sat there bleeding out on the pavement in the late hours of the night. You had just ended a late night shift at the veterinarian’s office when you heard groaning in the alley. It was dark, and even though you had always run in the opposite direction of a dark alley, your instincts told you to go. 

Using the flashlight on your phone, you followed the sound of someone groaning; a low, guttural and wet groan. He was lying there, long brown hair sprawled on the pavement. A green vest covered in blood draped his body and he had four large holes pierced through his torso. 

You didn’t even hesitate, calling the emergency number for an ambulance as you pulled off your coat and covered his chest. You tried to get him to talk, but his eyes were faded and unfocused. His head turned slightly towards you and his mouth opened, but no words came out, just blood dripping down his chin. You didn’t think he was going to make it; in fact, you were sure of it. You had seen too many patients with eyes like that who had said their goodbyes already. 

You don’t know why, but you had gotten into the ambulance with him, and every time they moved his head to get him to focus, he would face it back towards you. You had seen this, too, when you had patients who didn’t have anyone else — whose body would turn to the only person they could seek warmth from. 

Neji wanted to talk - he had tried to open his mouth earlier but you said something in a language he didn’t understand, but you said it so nicely, and so sweetly, that he didn’t even try to push it. He wanted to talk to you, talk to the doctors, ask them how he could go back home, but no words would come out. His eyes searched for you in the white room, but you weren’t there. He wanted to call someone, but he didn’t know if anyone would even understand him.

The door swung open, much different from the Konoha hospital with doors that slid gently. You walked in with a bouquet of flowers taller than your head. You could barely see around them and when you finally did, you smiled at the man who had finally woken up. He had very pretty eyes, lilac and despite being on the brink of death, he looked beautiful. 

“How are you feeling?” you had said, but Neji could only tilt his head to the side. He had no idea what you were saying. 

“What?” All your anime watching finally paid off when you heard him speak. You didn’t speak a lick of japanese, barely understood it, but at least you were able to distinguish what language he spoke. Your phone slipped from your pocket and you typed your question, the AI voice speaking to him in japanese. 

This is how the two of you communicated every night after your shift until he was able to pick up on some english words and sentences. It didn’t take him long, he was a smart guy, and it had taken you a few months to pick up on his mother tongue, oftentimes speaking to him in japanese while he answered in english. The two of you no longer needed the support of the artificial voice on your phone and communication was much easier, despite his thick accent. 

He never liked to talk to you about the village he had grown up in, or the world he had arrived from. Not at first, but as time went on, Neji opened up about what had happened all those months ago. 

“I was protecting Lady Hinata,” he had whispered one night after the two of you had finished a movie. Your body was curled into yourself on the other side of the couch, eyes looking over at the other. “She was protecting Naruto, and I had decided to protect them.” his fingers reach up and touch the green mark on his forehead, a sad smile on his face. “I had made peace with dying; I said my goodbyes and the next thing I know, you’re staring down at me with big eyes. I don’t know how I got here,” he leaned back against the cushions of the couch, turning his head to you, “but I’m glad I did.” 

Your stomach flipped, as it usually did when Neji was around lately, but with the way he was looking at you, speaking to you, right in this moment, you couldn’t stop yourself from leaning across the couch. His eyes were still lidded as he watched you move. You leaned back, sitting on your heels. Your head tilted to the side as he continued to look at you. 

“Don’t look at me like that,” you mumbled.

“Like what?” He was sitting up now, eyes still at the same as when he was leaning back, but now he was facing you completely. 

“Like that.” Neji lifted his hand, his head jumbled with what to do. He had wanted to kiss you for months. Every time your hands lingered together for a second longer, or when you were teaching him how to make your favorite italian dish and he was breathing in your scent for so long, he almost got lightheaded, or when you were sat across your shared couch with your hair up in a bun and a ratty old hoodie on, just as you were tonight. 

Were you leaning in? Was he? He had never kissed someone before. What if you thought he was bad at it? 

His mind was pulled from the thoughts as your fingers stroked his chin, just as you had done so many times before. And just like all those times, he felt a shiver run down his spine at the touch of your fingers. 

“What are you thinking about? You got quiet all of a sudden.” 

“I wanna kiss you so bad,” he whispered.

“What are you waiting for then?” you hummed. He didn’t think of anything else, didn’t let his thoughts of not being a good enough kisser stop him from pressing his lips to yours. Your fingers cupped his jaw softly, thumb brushing along his cheek bones as you took control of the kiss. He was clumsy — a little obvious he had never had practice in kissing, but nevertheless, you allowed him to follow your lead. 

He didn’t know where to put his hands so they just stayed at his sides. It didn’t take long for him to move his lips with yours, molding them and the only time he stopped was when he needed to pull back for air.

Your fingers had slipped down to his shirt, fisting the collar lightly. 

“Wow,” he whispered, his cheeks flushed as he avoided your eyes. You couldn’t help but laugh, kissing the green marking on his forehead. His fingers slipped under your shirt, tracing small patterns on your back as he whispered again. “I’ve wanted to do that for so long.” 

“And why didn’t you?”

“I’ve never kissed someone before. How am I supposed to know when they want to also kiss me?” He made a good point. Neji never had any formal experience in this department, and you had. It was just one of the many things you’d agree to gladly teach him about. 

“Neji~” you hummed, shutting the door behind you and stopping with a confused head tilt to look at the long hair falling into his eyes as he tried to assemble your coffee table. 

Pushing his long hair from his face, he smiled, bright and wide as he always had when you came home from work. 

“Tada!” He stood, showing off the new coffee table he had bought after the two of you had broken the other one. How? That’s a secret. 

“What’s this?” It was beautiful. A lift top with two drawers at the bottom and storage under the lift top. It was the exact one you had been looking at when the two of you went furniture shopping a few months ago. 

“We needed a new one after,” his cheeks flushed, the blush running from the apples of his cheeks to the tips of his ears. “well, you know.”

You squealed lightly, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him down for a kiss. He couldn’t help but smile, his arm hooking around your waist and tilting his head to begin to deepen the kiss, but you pulled back, a mischievous smile on your lips. 

“You just built this, baby. We can’t break it yet.” 

You flustered him beyond belief and he didn’t know how to react most of the time, but the pang in his chest is not the way he usually reacts to you. His eyebrows furrowed and his arm loosened around you. 

“Neji? I was just kidding-” 

“I know.” His eyes softened as he cupped your cheek, thumb brushing along the apple under your eye. “I just got a weird feeling in my chest.” 

It wasn’t just in his chest. The scars on his torso were burning, and he couldn’t figure out why. He had started feeling this way earlier in the day, so he went out to cool down, hoping the chilled autumn air would clear his mind. When he came by, he occupied himself by building the coffee table, but now it was back, and intensifying the more he looked at you. 

“Hey.” Your fingers cupped his cheeks, forcing him to focus on you. The pain subsided as he leaned into your touch. “Let’s go out for dinner tonight, yeah? As a way to celebrate!” 

Neji’s smile brightened his whole face and he leaned forward, kissing you once more. “That’s a wonderful idea.”

You were passing by the alley, hand in hand towards the restaurant when something caught Neji’s eye. It was shining, the smell of autumn filling his nose. Autumn in Konoha. 

“Neji?”

“I think I can hear something over there.” He carefully pulled you towards the place where you met him for the first time. 

She stood there with the same eyes as Neji, her hand in a blonde’s. Hinata and Naruto looked almost exactly like they did in the anime, except taller. Neji was the same. Both men stood at about six foot, towering over both you and Hinata.

You could feel your heart tighten. You and Neji had talked about this before; if he could ever find a way home, he’d go. He missed his friends and you promised to let him, but that was before you fell in love with him. 

You’re reluctant to let him go, and when he started to pull, you could feel your fingers tightening. 

“I have to go,” he said, his hand loosening. 

“Right now?” You could barely swallow the lump in your throat, tears threatening to spill. If you had known there was a real way for him to go home, you wouldn’t have made that promise. 

“My home is there.” 

“But I’m here.” your words slurred as you tried to keep your eyes on Neji. He looked back at his friends, tugging once more and your fingers let go. “C..can’t we talk about this?”

“I don’t know when I’ll get this chance again.” From where you stood, it looked as if he had made up his mind, his eyes softening as he said, “Everything is temporary. This was merely one of those things.” 

You wanted to throw up. 

How could he say something like that? When you guys had spent almost every day together for four years. When you guys decided to become more than friends. How could he just simply step away from you, and through the door Naruto was holding open? He didn’t even look back, leaving you to your own devices in the same place he stepped into your life.

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[kaebedom-me]

OKOKOK SO I HAD AN IDEA-- so like maybe modern AU where childe is a tattoo artist/piercing guy and you've been friends for a long time and one day u go in for a nipple piercing and things get ✨spicy✨

Ok but this au is [chef's kiss] thank your for this opportunity

You being friends with tattoo artist Childe is like him showing off new tattoos he did or new designs he made all the time

He texts at really odd hours of like designs? Asks you how they are and spams your phone til you wake up

You gotta tell him to go tf to sleep wtf

You like bring him snacks and stuff when you go hang at his place too like pastries and stuff?

Idk why i just see modern Childe really digging pastries

Also being friends w Childe and the two of you not acknowledging your feelings? So it's also just flirty and y'all doing bs things for the longest time

If you're into tattoos!!! He's always willing to give you them for free and you have to yell at him to take your money???

But he also gives you really good advice for your tattoos and stuff?

If you manage to convince him to take your money after a tattoo he gives you free touch ups

Just the best man i think he's treats his friends the best

So you wanna get your nipple pierced by Childe huh

Ok, but honestly i think he'd take it real seriously? Like he'll tell you about the precautions and as stuff and what happens after?

Like he cares a lot for you so uwu he wants the best for you

Like you tell him one day after strolling in with a fresh croissant and you're kinda nervous and he can tell?

You tell him eventually tho and he take a while to process the information? HAHAA one you're asking him, your friend for the longest time, to pierce your nipple

He'll ask if you're sure and tells you the stuff? And asks you again if you're sure and you're like yeah

Then he like fucking smirks at you HAHAHAH his usual less serious self like "oh you know you'll have to take off your clothes for that right"

HAHAH you like all confident at first but his damn charming ass smirk just makes you falter?? Jajdjdlsjd

But you're also all like "yeah are you gonna do it or do i have to find someone else"

And his eyes darken right just a bit before returning to his normal eyes and is all like of course I'll do it in your friend i wouldn't do you wrong and you shouldn't just let anyone pierce your nipple

And he takes you to the backroom uwu tells you to strip

Admittedly, this was a little more nerve wracking then you thought because

Childe's not talking to you like- um hello?

Honestly, he takes his job pretty seriously? So he won't pull anything on you til after his done

But y'all the tension in the air as you lie half naked on the cold ass leather Childe and him disinfecting his equipment and not talking

Honestly just ask him to take you tf

I wrote like smth else already but i suddenly have a different better idea so here you horny bitches go

So you're a little stressed now because Childe isn't really Childe and you're like nervous

And he's like "aw don't be scared it's just me" moving closer to you with the needle

You're horny and your scared now no turning back man

And you're stiff so Childe tells you it's going to hurt more if you're not relaxed and you're like "how can i be relaxed when your looking at me like you're about to slit my throat"

For the first time since y'all went into the room he laughs

Shakes his head and gives you some space to calm down a little and waits like a lil puppy

And listen you're in good hands because Childe does his job very seriously and is very experienced so you'll be ok

And you're calmer so you just tell him to get it over with

So Childe tries his best to make it as painless as possible right

And I'll interrupt this building tension now to tell you Childe at this point has figured out your plan to like lowkey seduce him and bitch he's so into it

Anyway he leans down to pierce your nipple with the needle and you're like looking because you don't know where else to look

He tells you stay still and try to not to jolt when he pierces through your nipple and that you might feel a bite

Childe once he gets a good angle on your nipple leans downward a little more and kisses the bottom of your chest

The half whimper half gasp you let out almost had Childe lose his composure but he doesn't and swiftly continues with the procedure

You're honestly trying so hard not to buck up into him or squirm because honestly you feel like you just came from the sensation and the tension when he kissed you as he looked at you

Your brains so fried rn dude

So it ends relatively painless but god you're so turned on its unreal

Childe laughs and is ready to send you on your way when you pull at his shirt to bring him down for a proper kiss

He kisses back with the same intensity

He won't push further than a grinding and a sloppy make out session though he's got a shop to run

And is very careful he doesn't touch your newly pierced nipple because he doesn't want it to get infected

After though i think y'all just fall into a relationship? Like you don't really talk about it because you just know you aren't just friends anymore

After after thought when you're fully healed Childe's back on his bs

Is all smug like "hey how's your nipple piercing" tells you to strip again so he can check

You know what happens next uwu

[bakusdumptruck]

Dabi Headcannons

hello :3 i hope you enjoyed your day today :) bUT ANYWAY here are some best friend Dabi headcannons!! also it’s a quirkless au so instead of his scars he has hella tats and piercings :)))

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Warnings: cussing, implied sexual themes (barely), nudity, marijuana, sexual assult

I tried to make this as gender neutral as possible! 

Ouuuu I hope you all are ready for this shit 

SO you and emo boy have been best friends since kindergarten 

After meeting, the two of you basically grew up with each other and were inseparable 

Throughout middle school and high school every one thought you both were dating since you’re together ALL THE TIME. 

Don’t think I’m exaggerating when I say all the time

You’d drive to school together, have the same classes, sit with each other at lunch, then go home together. 

Biittcchhhh you’d even have detention together

But anywayyyyyyy time skip to college days 

OFC you and Dabi are roommates

Living together was a ✨d r e a m✨

You both planned days where some of your other friends would come over and everyone would drink, smoke, and hangout 

During these hang outs tho Dabi would keep a close eye on you 

Baby boy is possessive. Even if you two aren’t dating you’re his and his only 😡no one can lay their eyes on you or even BREATHE near you... unless he trusted them 

Ouu bubs one day yall threw a party, invited all your friends and told them to invite who ever the fuck they wanted 

Bad idea 🤩

As you were sitting on the couch talking to a couple of close friends, a drunk fucker came up to you and got all up in your space

Baby you are a BAD BITCH, but you were too high and drunk to function at the moment 

The bastard came up to you reeking of booze and weed. The mf could barely stand and crashed on the couch next to you 

They started hitting on you and touching up on you without consent

hah. The fucker was boutta die. Dabi was watching the whole time.

(sorry the next part might be bad, but im trying :’-))

“Heyyyyyy babyyyy you lookin real scrumptious tonight” 

you and all your friends looked at him like 👁👄👁

“W-what are you doing here a-all hehe all by yourself?”

Normally sober you would’ve laughed in this bastards face and walked away but babes you were fucked up 

“u-uh I’m not here by myself silly hehe, my friends are sitting right in front of me”

Your friends already saw Dabi watching so they decided to just let the scene unfold, unless something bad happened before he could get to you

“Hmmm I don’t see anyone. How bout me and you go find a room and h-have some f-freaky time” *mf squeezes your thigh*

“E-excuse me I d-didn’t say you c-could touch me”

oop Dabi’s getting closer 

“C’mon baabbeeeee, just a little fuck won’t hurt 🥴I mean you’re dressed up like that so you must be asking for it. s-stop being a t-tease”

uh-ohhh they invaded your nono square 

“G-GET THE FUCK OFF ME”

you may be wondering what your friends are doing, but keep reading sweetie. I promise you’ll love it 🤩

“Stop being such a b-��� WHAACKKKKK BOOM BOOMM

You best believe Dabi hit the fucker straight across the head with an empty bottle 

But thats not the only thing he did uh-uh nooppeee

Dabi pushed the fucker off of you, kicked their no no square, then quite literally threw them out of the apartment

After that situation he kicked everyone out 

During the whole thing you were still on the couch in a daze thinking about what happened and lowkey trying to bring yourself back to earth

When Dabi had everyone out and finished cleaning he went to you to see if the bitch did any damage before he got to you

“Hey bub (yes he calls you bub fight me) are you doing all right?”

You stared in his eyes and said 

“You’re pretty ya know that?”

He chuckled and carried you bridal style to bed

“You must be fucked up if you’re complimenting me so easy”

“It’s only the truth bitch 😤”

The next morning you woke up with a deadly fucking headache not remembering anything that occurred the night before.

Turning over you caught Dabi staring at you

“👁👅👁”

“fuCKING SHIT DABI WHY THE HELL ARE YOU STARING AT ME LIKE THAT”

He rolled off the bed laughing his ass off 

After his little episode he got you some medicine and food 

Baby, after yesterday you felt nasty as fuck

you smelled like a whole frat party, so ofc you decided to shower

Dabi insisted on showering with you just in case your headache came back and caused you to “slip and split your head open” 

He convinced you and its not like you two haven’t seen each other naked anyway or messed around 😗

Sooooooo ya’ll step into the shower

It was pretty big so there was some space between the two of you

you’re there minding your own business washing your face until Dabi said 

“...Since when did you get that ass” 

“😃 why are you staring at my ass”

You turned your head around to see him still staring 

“It stared at me first”

He poked it. He didn’t pinch it, grab it, smack it. No. He poked it.

“Dabi... what the fuck are you doing :D”

“Sorry... it just looked soft”

After that you both switched places and his ass was on full display

Smirking to yourself you brought your hand back and-

*SMAAAACKKKKK*

He froze and turned to look at you 

“Harder.”

And thats how you both ended up a laughing screaming mess trying to hold yourselves up in the shower 😭

“D-DABI AHAHAHAH WHY THE HELL-”

“IM SORRY AHAHAH IT JUST CAME OUT AHA”

“OUT OF EVERYTHING THO- I CAN”T FUCKING BREAATHEE AHH”

“WELL- well I mean if you’re gonna smack it at least go all out 😏”

“bye 💀”

The shower lasted about an hour due to making jokes and screaming out sad music at the top of your lungs

“AANNDDD IIIIII HOLY SHIT- WILL ALWAYS-LOVE YOUUUU- OUU FUCK”

When you two got out of the shower Dabi said “pose for the camera we look hot as fuck” 

He took out his phone and opened snap

This fucker captioned the pic “Normalize showering with the homies 🥵🥶”

Theres never a dull day with this bitch. 

[specificocean33]

Ｔｈｅ Ｓｐｏｒｅｓ

Ｋｉｒｉｓｈｉｍａ ｘ Ｒｅａｄｅｒ

2: ᴋɪᴅɴᴀᴘᴘᴇᴅ; ʜɪꜱ ᴘᴀꜱᴛ

A Zombie Apocalypse AU. Just a little idea I had. I’ll be writing a total of 3 parts (subject to change,) but anyways here’s the second :) I hope you enjoy it.

The next few hours over to the West District were certainly much livelier than before. Indeed, Kirishima was like the physical embodiment of a golden retriever. His optimism and charisma was contagious, but damn you if you weren’t looking for a cure.

At least Mateo seemed to have cheered up. You were trying your best to allow the anger and sadness eat you alive, but Kirishima was unknowingly beating away your negative emotions with his stupid jokes and his ability to get along with others.

Damn him.

When you finally arrived at the West District after 2 hours, you paid the entrance fee and made your way inside. You decided to trust Kirishima and have him take 25$ and look for a hotel for you all to stay at. You took Mateo to the nearby pawn shop to look for something interesting for him for his birthday.

The West District is a shopping district of sorts; weaponry, food, armor, car parts, gun parts, and other sorts of odds and ends can be found here. That’s why it was one of the most crowded and most populated Districts. That’s also what made it incredibly easy to be stolen. You had Mateo hold your hand the entire time, lest he or you be stolen.

Before you all separated, you swallowed your feelings and opened the car trunk. Your mother’s shotgun was entirely normal. As a matter of fact, the only identifying factor was a Sakura flower keychain hanging from it. You frowned before handing it over to Kirishima, along with some crumpled up currency.

“If you lose this, you’ll be getting the shit beat out of you twice today,” you growled before firmly placing the gun in Kirishima’s hands.

He gulped and nodded, “Of course. It wouldn’t be very manly of me to lose someone else’s property. I’ll be sure to return it to you, safe and sound.”

“Look…when you’re done, we’ll be at one of the pawn shops. I don’t have a phone, and I assume yours got stolen, if you had one at all-”

Strangely, Kirishima didn’t clarify if he had a phone at all to begin with.

“-So just look around. All the pawn shops are clumped together anyway.”

“Okay!” He said with a bright smile. “See you soon!”

You weren’t sure why you were trusting him so much. There was just something so….likable about him. You weren’t sure what though.

Keeping a firm grip on Mateo, you both managed to safely make your way to the pawn shop section of the District. You settled on the first one that you saw, a shabby little shop called Lucky’s Pawn Shop, and followed Mateo around as he looked for another sticker or color of spray paint. (Mateo loved to vandalize buildings, and seeing as how they were all one boring color, you allowed it. No one really cared anyway.)

The entire pawn shop was filled with odd things. All four walls had shelves full of gears, books, broken and whole toys, candle sticks, and other things. The floorspace was taken up by tables and desks of equally odd things. Mangas, comics, novels, old action figures and other such things filled the store.

After about 30 minutes of “I like this color, (Y/N)!” “No, that color’s ugly. Pick another one.” And “Check out this cool sticker, isn’t it from that show you used to watch?” “Yes, but today’s for you. Pick something you want,” Kirishima came bounding into the shop, and seemed genuinely insulted that you were surprised to see him again.

“What? Did you think I was gonna steal from the people who did me a favor? What kind of unmanly scum do you take me for?” He crossed his arms and was very huffy about the whole thing. You found it endearing.

You laughed, “Sorry, sorry. At least you’re back now. Why don’t you help Mateo pick out a color? He’s been struggling and frankly all the colors he picks are lowkey ugly,” you said, pointing at the shelf of half used and cap less spray paint cans.

There were quite a few shades at this shop, which was sort of uncommon.

“Hmm…how about this super cool red, little bro?” Kirishima grinned, pointing at a fiery shade of crimson.

You sighed. You should have known he’d go for some shade of red.

“Oh! I like it. I only have orange and yellow, so I needed a red anyway. Can I get it, (Y/N)?”

“Fine. At least it wasn’t that throw up shade of green,” you mumbled before taking the can in one hand and Mateo’s in the other.

“It’s called ARMY GREEN!” He exclaimed in and exasperated tone.

You winked at Kirishima, he smiled and his cheeks flushed slightly pink.

“Yeah yeah whatever. Army green, throw up green, same difference. It’s all green. Ugly colors regardless.”

Mateo shot you a look before you set the can on the front counter. An old woman was bent over so she didn’t see you right away. When you cleared your throat to get her attention, she bumped her head under the desk and let out a series of curses before lifting her head up, one robotic arm rubbing the spot where she had hurt herself, and the other gripping the counter for support.

This woman had the wildest white hair you had ever seen. She wore a pair of googles on her head, which had a wire coming out of it and trailing in the floor. She blinked a few times, before smiling kindly.

“Oh hello there. Is this all you wanted,” she asked examining the can before looking back at you.

“Yes, that’s all. How much were you wanting for it?”

“Hmm…this particular shade was actually made by me, so it’s a full unused can. 5$ and 3 pieces of copper wire.”

You almost choked. Currency AND wire? Was she insane?

Mateo looked slightly saddened, and Kirishima a little confused.

“Umm…copper wire?” Kirishima whispered into your ear;You jumped, startled. His voice caught you off guard, and you nodded, your cheeks flushed.

“Might I offer 6$ and 1 piece of copper wire?” You asked, turning away from Kirishima, trying not to look at Mateo.

“Hmm…” the old woman crossed her arms and pondered for a moment, “How about 3$ and 3 wires?”

You sighed. You really wanted to give the woman less copper wire, but it seemed there was no help for it.

“Alright. Deal,” you mumbled, reaching into your back pocket and extracting the payment she wanted.

15 minutes later, Mateo was grinning and staring at his new paint can on his bed. The hotel Kirishima managed to find was rather nice. You had half a mind to ask how he managed to get a room with a working bathroom, kitchen, and 3 twin beds to boot, all for 25$, but you decided to ask him a little later.

You shooed Mateo off to shower and promised to find something nice to eat for dinner, before sitting Kirishima down at the kitchen table.

He seemed nervous.

“Alright. So I need to know for how long we’re gonna be traveling together for.” You said bluntly.

“W-wow. Straight to the point, huh?” He laughed nervously.

“I have nothing to hide, and as you can see, we’re sort of broke. I can’t afford to have another person around, no offense. Mateo is my priority and I need to know how long we’re gonna have you around.”

“W-well…okay look,” he sighed rubbing his face with his hands, “I…I’m a runaway.”

You leaned forward on the table.

“A runaway? From who? Are you dangerous? Elaborate.”

“Umm…well…my parents are Buyers. I…I ran away 3 days ago.”

Buyers. The worst kinds of people on this godforsaken planet.

Buyers are the people who buy from Kidnappers. It would make sense why Kirishima would want to leave that life, but that would only mean one thing.

Kirishima was originally from a White Zone.

“You’re…from a White Zone?” You asked.

“Yes. My parents bought freshly Contaminated and…did terrible things to them. I don’t want to talk about what they did, it was just awful, but I think you can see why I wanted nothing to do with that life.”

You felt sort of bad for him, he looked distraught.

“Then…you have nowhere to go?” You asked.

“Well, not necessarily. Whenever things got sort of bad, I’d leave for a bit and I’ve found some friends. They live in the East District, but the thing is, I’d always come back. This time…I haven’t, obviously. They sent someone to come get me, but they robbed me instead, probably to extort more money from my parents.”

“How come you don’t have a bounty on you then?” You were beginning to get somewhat concerned. Harboring a White Zone resident could mean terrible trouble that you really couldn’t handle. Not to mention a lot of running away from bounty hunters and other scum.

“My parents didn’t like me all that much to begin with. They were mainly mad I didn’t agree with their actions, and they didn’t like that I spoke up about it. They want me back because they won’t have to put up a front, but at the same time, not having me home makes it easier on them. They want an obedient child, and that’s not me,” he said, not meeting your eyes.

“So…no one is looking for you, then?” You asked nervously.

“No, no I don’t think so. This is…super unmanly of me to ask, but…can I stay with you two? Just for a little bit? I’ve got some contacts around here who still think I’m living with my parents, and I can get some money for you guys, I’ll make sure to pay you back for helping me, I swear! Just…please, let me stay?” He was pleading with you, looking you deep in your eyes.

His crimson eyes bore into yours, and for the life of you, you couldn’t find it within your heart to deny him.

How entirely unfair. He was dangerous and you knew it. Mateo needed to be kept safe but….

He needed help. You enjoyed his company.

You decided to trust him.

“I-…o-okay. Just…please, don’t put Mateo in any danger. He’s the only family I have left, please,” you said quietly, clasping your hands together.

Kirishima smiled the brightest smile you’d ever seen him muster, before standing up. Before you knew what was happening, he had you crushed in a hug.

“I promise!”

Ｅｎｄ ｏｆ Ｐａｒｔ ２

[moondustis]

keep it lowkey (m)

pairing: seo johnny + reader genre: smut, fluff, angst!! / idol x trainee!au word count: 2,4k summary: A moment shared between two people that could use some more time.

You remember a time, when you had just started training, that sneaking past managers to go to a internet cafe made you break into a cold sweat. It didn’t take you that long to realize, though, that they didn’t really care about where trainees go if they return in one piece and ready for a full day of practice when morning came.

The manager in charge of your dormitory merely sneaks a glance when you pass through her room, bag in your arm and a mask being adjusted into your face. “Don’t come back too late.” She says absently. “And don’t eat anything that’ll make you bloated.”

You roll your eyes, but still humming in agreement as you finally leave the dorm. Free for a couple hours, is what you think and a sigh escapes your covered lips.

The black car parked just a little far from the dorm, to avoid suspicions, awaits for you and with giddiness on your steps, you make your way to it. Your heartbeat quickens by the second because it’s the first time you’re doing something like this, sneaking out to see someone, and it sends a thrill through your whole body.

You had met Johnny in 2010, when you were still naive enough to think joining a big entertainment company was a good idea. He had been there a little longer than you, probably with plans to debut sooner than it would really happen, and it didn’t take you too long to realize how popular he was with the female trainees. Whenever a party happened and you were able to interact with one another for more than a couple hours, the girls you trained with wouldn’t shut up about how handsome and tall he was. It even came as far as him being nominated and winning a silly competition that crowded the most beautiful trainees. And just maybe you weren’t safe from his charms either.

Your relationship with him, if one could even call it that, took a while to bloom. Shared glances that became stupid jokes, a friendship that turned into something else. Something else being whatever you could do when most of the times you felt like you were being watched and the other half of the time Johnny was far away in another country. It was quick kisses shared inside a small cupboard and late nights conversations on kakaotalk that were just shy of becoming something more than friendly, but stayed like that.

After his debut it was even harder to let things go further,  because how does one let go when they are in fact being watched all the damn time? The kisses became quicker and rarer, the texts sparser, and you go weeks without even hearing of him on somewhere else than the news, while you train for a debut that was promised to happen a long time ago.

Right now though, all of that is pushed to the back of your head because when you open the car’s door, he’s right there, smiling at you through a mask of his own. You get into the car in a rush, the click of the seatbelt sounding as he takes off, greeting you and asking how you had been.

“Are you hungry?” He asks, removing the mask now that he deems it not necessary anymore and you do the same. His face these days is something familiar, yet feels completely out of reach from seeing it on the tv so many times. “I know they got you doing those crazy diets.”

You chuckle, shaking your head even though he can’t really see from having his eyes on the road. The words of your manager echoes in your head. “Not really, I had dinner already.”

“Does sweet potatoes really count as dinner?” He asks and you laugh.

“I’ll let you know they let us have rice too now.” You joke back at him, earning a laugh that now that you hear it in person, you realize you have missed very much.

“Good, good.” He hums. “Still, I’ll buy you something delicious on the way back.”

You agree with a little cheer, accepting his hand when he puts his to rest on your thigh. This is something couples do, your foolish mind provides, making the butterflies in your chest go a little crazy and you urge them to stop. “Are you going to take me to the Han River?” Your teasing voice makes him laugh again.

“Sure, we need to do this dispatch scandal right, don’t we?” He rhetorically asks, squeezing your hand and it’s funny at the same time it sets your stomach lurching at the mere idea of being found out. Still, you try not to think about that. “But really, I’m taking you somewhere better.”

And by better he meant more private, because he drives you to a place that looks a lot like your first guess, but that you had never heard about. It looks vacant and when he parks near a cliff you can see the whole city shining down from where you stand. “This is really nice.” You turn to look at him when he unbuckles his seatbelt, leading you to do the same. “How did you find out about it?”

“Sehun told me about it. Said it was a good date spot.” He grins at you, making you wonder if he had told about this to his friends and that’s why they were so gladly giving him tips. Or that he was doing these things with someone else. You pretend that the last thought didn’t cross your mind.

“A date spot?” You gasp in fake surprise. “What kind of scandalous things you have in mind for today, Johnny Seo?”

His laugh is contagious, your own face breaking into a grin when he comes forward as much as the car’s middle will allow. “None at all.” He lies through his teeth, because his hands are sliding to rest at your neck as he brings you closer, to finally, finally, press a kiss to your lips.

It’s a gentle kiss, the traces of both your smiles still there but it soon dies with the deepening of it. Call it distance making the heart grow fonder, call it two people that were usually forbidden this finally getting it, call it whatever. Johnny molds his lips to yours with an ease that makes your body bubble with the begging of arousal, sucking on your lips until you part them enough to let his tongue in.

Now this, the way his tongue slides against yours and how sucks in a way that makes you tingle and a small moan bubble in your throat, is not new but it’s not yet familiar. There was never enough time to do anything but quick kisses back then, but now you feel like you have all the time in the world. So you follow his movements, bringing him closer by the thin fabric of his t-shirt, letting your tongue move in what you hope doesn't comes across as naive inexperience.

Because Johnny knows it, knows the only person you had ever kissed was him, so he guides you, makes you whimper when he bites just slightly on your bottom lip. Presses small kisses until you’re chasing for more and then moves down to your jaw, to your neck, sucking just lightly, careful to not leave any marks but enough to make you want more.

What is new is the way one of his hands move down on your body, leaving small sparks wherever he touches, until he finally stops it at your thigh, squeezing it while kissing you deeply again. What is new is the way his fingers trace patterns on it until he’s dipping them inside your skirt, tentatively touching the hem of your underwear in a silent plea.

And you, well, you’re nowhere near being in a state that would justify denying him so you express your enthusiasm to it by kissing him harder, moving as if to guide him. He does it so gladly. There are no words needed between two people that have waiting too long for this.

Breaking the kiss, his eyes continue glued to yours as he brings two of his fingers to his lips and licks them until they’re shining with a coat of wetness. You watch the whole thing mesmerized, shaking just a bit in anticipation and anxiety.

The moment his fingers come in contact (finally!) with where you wanted them the most, you let out a gasp and he pushes it by kissing you again. It’s similar to how you touch yourself when you can get some privacy to do so, but at the same time it feels completely different. Overwhelming in some sense because someone else… No, not someone. Johnny, because Johnny is touching you like this.

He moves his fingers, circling your clit in motions that make your end approach too fast, like he knew somehow exactly how to do it. Your eyes fall shut, slightly squeezing as your try to calm yourself down but it’s a difficult task when he presses with a little more force and a wave of arousal crashes on your body.

You grip at his shirt, moaning quietly with a hint of shyness to your noises and he uses that moment to shift his fingers, his thumb now pressing down on your clit and his middle finger dipping slowly inside your entrance as you cry out in surprise and enjoyment.

It’s a weird angle, one that makes it somehow even more of a tight fit than it already was. You know he feels it by the curse that falls from his lips and the way his head drops to your shoulder. He pumps his finger in and out tentatively and you whimper, too far gone now to think about how you’re doing this in a car in the middle of nowhere. To think that the first time the man that you absolutely adore, or any man on that matter, touched you had to be like this. Not that you were complaining, really,  but the car was too cramped, restrictive and even with the A/C on you still felt a little too hot with sweat forming on your hairline.

“O-Oh my god.” You wail when Johnny curls his fingers in a way that makes you see stars because he hits that exact spot that you had learned about some time ago.

He groans in return when you clench around him. “Shit, I… I wish I could fuck you.” He confesses and your mind spins with the heaviness of his words.

Still, you feel bold enough to ask. “W-Why don’t you?”

That makes him let out a strangled laugh, finger pushing deeper inside of you. “Come on, don’t say things like that.” He begs and you can’t help but to let out a broken chuckle. “You deserve better than having your first time on a car. And I didn’t bring a condom with me.”

You barely manage to roll your eyes at him, conflicted by the jokingly sweetness of his statement. “Maybe you should have had.” Is all you say and it makes him move his fingers fast, moans the only thing leaving your lips now.

“I’ll fuck you next time, I promise. Somewhere nice.” In the back of your head you think about how this sounds like an empty promise. Neither of you knew when the next time would be, because with his tour soon arriving, you would probably only get to see each other months from now. And how would you even manage to find somewhere nice, when right now, in this car in the middle of nowhere, is the only place you can do this freely.

A lump forms in your throat, tears ready to fall but instead you cry out for different reasons with how quick his movements get. Your orgasm is a good one, not blinding because of your head being somewhere else, but your body still shakes and you still let his name fall out from your lips as your eyes flutter.

When you calm down enough, you both move in a lazy rush to get his pants down enough so his hardness stands out flushed and with the tip an angry red. It’s the first time you’re seeing one in real life and as much as it is intimidating, it makes something spark inside of you. He tells you to lick your palm, which you do, and then he guides your hand up and down, squeezing and moving just as he likes.

You watch mesmerized as he bites his lips, makes some rare but beautiful noises and leans his head on the car seat. When he comes is with a long sigh, hand squeezing against yours as he twitches and liquid spurts of his orgasm coats both of your hands, yours small and manicured underneath his big manly one.

It’s a while until you both calm down enough to clean yourselves with the baby wipes he kept on the car’s compartment. After that, he kisses you again, asking when you had to be back and pouting when you see that is already a little past midnight and inform him you don’t have any time left.

The car ride back to your dorm is spent mostly in silence and empty conversations that are used to avoid saying things that are better left unsaid for now. He insists in buying you a kimbap that you put inside your bag with a promise to have it tomorrow for breakfast.

He parks just a few meters ahead the entrance of your dorm when it’s already 30 minutes past midnight, car coming to a stop and you don’t know how much longer you can keep the tears in. It all feels too much, with him looking at you with sad eyes, the feeling of him still warm in your hand and your own arousal making a mess of your ruined panties.

“I’ll see you soon.” His voice sounds broken when he makes the false promise.

You look back at him then, eyes watering. “Okay.” There’s a lot more that you want to say, that would probably be meaningless because words would never be enough to change the reality. Tomorrow, he’ll go back to his idol life to be NCT’s Johnny and you’ll be back to the training room to prepare to be whoever they have planned for you.

So you only say that, basking in the last moments where you can just be two stupid kids kissing inside an empty cupboard, with not that many cares in the world.

When he kisses you one last time, you let it be enough. It has to be enough. For now, at least.

[zirkkun]

I can't sleep so I'm gonna ramble for a minute here about. uh. 2020 i guess lol everyone else is so might as well jump on the bandwagon.

Be aware this is really really fucking long so it's a commitment to read it lmao sorry i just cannot sleep and i guess i had more on my mind about this year than i thought. I also did not proofread this at all. I just started writing and didn't look back lol

This year was... Weird for me. It started out with me feeling my best in January, comfortable and positive as I did my nth playthrough of DBH with friends and finally having enough alts of my boy Alfonse in FEH to have a team of Just him to fight with. (Priorities, right?) February hit, and things were still going good. I met Ray Chase and had him sign a print I did of Roy and Alfonse in some casual outfits for a scrapped au I wrote years ago. (And I gave him one 😊). Hell, like, covid was just coming around when me and my friends went to the con that weekend and a breakout of it hit the city just south of where the con was like a week before, but I was genuinely so excited for it that like I was like "Yeah, if i die, i die. Whatever happens happens." God, at this point, the Alfonse gc I was in was still alive and I still didn't talk to anyone in the group outside of that gc. Lowkey miss it tbh. But oh well. Things move on.

But that con was like... Stressful. I usually have fair amounts of stress at cons, being around so many people, I fear theft, unwanted contact, y'know, the standard; but my friend group was so filled with tension that it was absolutely painful. We'd been split most of the weekend, and if the two groups came together, it was hell, because it just caused unwanted arguments. I felt really bad cause I didn't want them to be upset, yknow? But i also wanted to hang out with my friends all at once. So i swapped between the groups a bit over the weekend. And blew WAY more money than I should have and lowkey it kind of fucked me over for the rest of the year cause I haven't had a job all year outside of, like, a local church job that pays at a rare max of $100 a month ;w;

I'd been struggling in school the previous semester already, about halfway through having just stopped going to classes altogether, yet still somehow managed to pass everything with B's and A's. The next semester rolled around, and I thought at first the distraction and inability to do anything was because of the con, and as it persisted after, I thought it was just post-con depression. But, as it turned out, no, it's just been my biggest relapse of depression since the end of high school, and frankly, it's only gotten worse since. I can't sleep rn because I'm between not wanting to do anything because I have a lack of emotions and motivation and not feeling deserving of sleep lol. I checked out of school on February 28th, however, I was convinced I was merely demotivated by my surroundings -- at this point, I was studying Japanese, and one of my friends at the time was a (although probably unintentionally) complete braggart about how much he was studying and how he was improving... not to mention he was textbook example of "This is an Actual Weeaboo, don't Fucking Do this." (One of many reasons i said friend at the time lol) it was just... So draining being around him, and I had to see him in class every day of the week. I barely scraped together assignments last-minute and never studied under the idea of "What does it matter if I'm not putting in my 100%?" So I checked out, with plans of transferring for the following semester.

Well, then March hit. Y'all know how March went down lmao.

I pretty much locked myself in my room at all times during March, going between Animal Crossing and BOTW (which actually racked up like 200ish hours i think according to the nintendo year in review i had lmao). I started making a bit closer online friends at this point, notably @levitumbling who decided to take me in as his channel designer for YouTube and I've been ever since! But. Of course. My first task? A Sans meme. My payment? One Switch copy of Undertale because he considered it a disgrace that I'd never played the game before.

Now, let me tell you. I was fuckin scared to play this game. I held onto it for weeks between the fear of "My friend bought me this and i should play this" and "I told myself I'd never touch this game with a 20 mile pole because of how much it's been shoved down my throat over the years." So, one day, I don't remember when, early April, I said, fuck it, I'll play it for a little bit, just enough to say "hey i played it for a bit!" and then never go back.

The only thing that stopped me from beating the whole thing in one sitting was it was the crack of dawn when I passed out, extremely tired and extremely frustrated by the fact I couldn't beat Muffet. Yes, I got that far in one sitting I intended to play for 15 minutes tops.

Now. Let me fuckin tell you. About my first playthrough of Undertale. I haven't gone into a game knowing ABSOLUTELY NOTHING about it like... I think ever. Usually I know what style of game it is, the genre, the main plot premise. I knew nothing other than the existence of Sans (and, as it turned out, I'd heard some of the soundtrack pieces before, notably Bonetrousle I heard this cover of it in a radio livestream a while back and never really looked it up, but was always excited when the radio looped back around to it being on; and I'd heard Dating Start! because that's Alpharad's go-to sponsorship ost lmao.) But anyway. I was completely in the dark. Do yall mind if i just go through some highlights of my favorite memories? This is supposed to be a summary of the year but I mean, I think this made a big enough impact on me to really like. Discuss it a bit.

I watched the whole opening cutscene, started a new game under my old screenname, "Yoru," since in naming the "Fallen Child," I assumed they were dead. Well, I was a little surprised to just be that child, alive, two seconds later, but whatever, I rolled with it.

I genuinely trusted Flowey right away. Like no shit. He told me run into the "friendliness pellets" and I didn't even fucking question it. And when Toriel came in? And she said to follow her? I straight up was like "Why the hell should I trust you?? That guy just tried to kill me what says you wont?" I followed only because the game made me but i was Wary the whole time. It took me a LONG time to warm up to Toriel.

Now. Let me tell you how stupid I am as well. The game says over and over right, "Don't fight. Spare. Have Mercy when names are Yellow." Well, I took this literally. I didn't understand the Act mechanic most of the time, and when something didn't work I just said, fuck it, and fought them. If their name didn't turn yellow, I just fought them. "They don't want Mercy if their name isn't yellow, right?" After a while, I'd started getting bored of fighting and would just run away, but like, I came to a point where I was like "I have a really low level, I'm really going to regret this later on if I don't grind for a while."

I don't know when I stopped but. I think I was only one or two kills away from a genocide run accidentally my first playthrough, based on how I think I was LV 3 and looking at genocide playthroughs, you're LV 3 or 4 when you fight Toriel. Like. Holy fuck. I can't imagine what I would have thought of this game if that happened lmao.

Speaking of Toriel, still didn't trust her, at all. When we got to Home, and after I did Every Single different phrase she says when you go downstairs before you talk to her reading about snails; I did not Hesitate to ask "cool uh when the fuck can I leave?" When we got to the Ruins exit I was like, ah, here it is. The betrayal from her I was expecting, where she tries to kill me. Well, nothing on the Act menu worked, right? So... I fought and killed her. I didn't really care, actually. I just kept going.

Then meeting Sans and Papyrus happened. I lost my fucking shit at this part, mostly when they were talking, because every time Sans made a pun it would zoom in on him and do a rimshot. The puns were not funny and I was definitely on Pap's side of "oh my GOD shut up." But that fucking zoom in and rimshot was just so fourth wall breaking and unexpected. Fuck, it still gets me. Anyway. Game continues. I again lose my shit at (insane spinning in random directions) "OH MY GOD! IS THAT A HUMAN?" "uh, i think that's a rock." "OH. WAIT! WHAT'S THAT IN FRONT OF THE ROCK?? (IS IT A HUMAN??)" "(yes.)" "OH MY GOD!!!" and still think these two moments in the game are Peak comedy. Oh, and let me tell you, I did not like either of these two at this point. Sans I was like, okay, hes kind of a dumbass in a funny way, but Papyrus is a dumbass in a way that just annoys me. Genuinely the archetype that misses social cues and therefore has miscommunication usually just annoys me to no end. (Mostly for the miscommunication. It's my least favorite trope and makes me unreasonably angry.) But yeah. Wasn't really a fan. But out of everyone so far? Definitely found Sans to be the most tolerable. But that's about all I thought of him lmao.

Getting to Snowdin, with the Papyrus battle, remember how I said I didn't like Papyrus? And yes, this was something I genuinely thought at one point, I genuinely hated Papyrus, imagine that. What a wild world that is. But anyway. You know how his Act menu has the "Flirt" option? I, for no reason, gunned it for the Flirt option, even though I did not want to. Then when he was like "WE'LL GO ON A DATE! LATER!!" i was like yea sure okay lmao. Again, couldn't figure out the Act menu to turn his name yellow, so I fought him, and he was one or two attacks from dying (miraculously) when he ended the battle. I spared him here cause, well, he spared me, it was only fair. Then this guy again is like "ILL BE AT MY HOUSE WHEN YOU WANT TO GO ON THAT DATE!" and i was like haha funny but still turned around to go on the date. Like why? I have no idea. I think I was more like "haha hes probably not gonna be there and its just cause i picked that option and lo and behold there was an actual fucking date. Oh my god. I have never in my life been on a video game date where one party was convinced I was infatuated with them and im here on the other side of the screen like "oh my god make this end i can't stand being around you.???" But still. The date was. Really fucking funny. I wish I could experience it for the first time again like holy shit. There are few playthroughs I did after this where I didn't go on the Pap date, even if I just spedrun through it.

So then you get to Waterfall and Sans is there like "hey wanna go to grillbys" and i was like sure why not so we go there and my choices were fries & ketchup (so i did not get the legendary scene where he chugged a bottle of ketchup, but i sure did my second playthrough, and let me tell you, i was disgusted). But like. This whole experience at grillby's like, the whoopee cushion, him using a comb on his bald ass skull, him just fuckin unapologetically scratching his ass for no reason?? Bro i was like "why the fuck is this guy part of the Tumblr Sexymen™ group ??? He's so ????? Gross???????" and like i still have this question tbh lmao. But like. Okay so he asks you "what do you think of my bro?" And my genuine answer was "uncool" and he was like "hey man sarcasm isnt funny" and can i just mention how like inheritly manipulative sans actually is like fuck he does things like this where he throws your answer the other way a few times and Every time it actually swayed me the other way. Because right here I went. "Oh. Maybe Papyrus is better than I thought." Like holy fuck maybe i should be more aware if something like that can sway my opinion so easily LMAO.

Anyway waterfall i genuinely was very bored of the whole time. I spent like a genuine 20 minutes figuring out the puzzle where you have to talk to a wall and I actually didn't realize you could move the telescope around. What helped me solve it is my friend's advice before I played it. "Inspect everything. Even talk to walls. Trust me." And literally thats how I solved it. But pretty much everything in Waterfall otherwise bored me. I did think it was pretty though, and did enjoy reading the lore, but when it started talking about monster biology my one fear had been realized: oh god, oh fuck. My original species for my own series also has physical Souls and die by turning to dust because they're made entirely of magic. God fuck. My luck, it has to be something popular, so now everyone's gonna think I'm a ripoff. But, at the same time, I do think it helped me understand monster biology (and it helped me come up with the ULR biology) better, because I've put in a lot of thought to existence of a species that exists only by magic and a Soul (which, mine only actually have half a Soul, as a full Soul makes a being immortal, which was also similar to the boss monsters in a way). It definitely made a lot more sense for like, the skeletons n stuff for me, because like my characters are wholly shapeshifters but usually take human form, and while they have "organs" in the places humans would have them, they don't operate. They're just placeholders, because they just live with their Soul. So I've always thought the same with UT monsters, since the skelebros can live without organs, that means so do the rest of the monsters, even if they have animal-like appearances.

Off topic lmao. Back to UT. So, the Undyne fight was kind of the turning point for me. She was pissing me off so much during this whole game and like I was like "if theres another fucking part where I have to run away from her im going to scream." Well, once again, her name wasn't yellow, so I wasn't going to spare her... and, actively, I made the decision to kill her, because I didn't want to deal with her still chasing me later on in the game. It took me a long time to beat her, and when I did, I texted my friend (@cheshiregrinnbuttoneyes ) in excitment like "YES I FINALLY KILLED UNDYNE" and she texted back like "YOU DID WHAT?????" and i was like "i.... Killed Undyne????" she replies, "YOU DONT HAVE TO OMFG WHY" and im like "I DIDN'T HAVE TO?? THERE'S OTHER OPTIONS?????" and shes like "YES OMFG THAT'S LITERALLY THE PREMISE OF THE GAME" and im "WHAT."

So then. I get that call from Papyrus like. "HEY! YOU ME AND UNDYNE SHOULD HANG OUT SOMETIME!"

oh my god the guilt i felt.

alphys on undernet being like "omfg i forgot to watch undyne fight the human. ah ill ask her about it later she never loses <3"

bro. i nearly fuckin cried. i was like. Not to mention I'd gotten the crush question right for Mettaton's quiz in answering Undyne (bc i was like "plz be gay plz be gay") so it fucking cut like a knife what I'd done.

I don't remember when I let myself get passed it. But I do know that the whole story arc between Alphys and Mettaton went way over my head. Like, i know im probs the minority on this, but I adore Alphys, I have since I first met her in game, and like, when Mettaton was like "ALPHYS HAS BEEN LYING TO YOU!" i just went "...nah."

Also, I didnt like mettaton at this point, cause I thought he was being really obnoxious, and then the turn around to betray Alphys really kinda pissed me off.

But like.

Oh my god.

Remember how I said I swapped my opinion on Pap earlier bc of Sans's comment? Yeah that was a pretty fast turnaround, but it still took me a few times.

But the second i saw mettaton ex

I was like

"HIM. HE. HE'S THE ONE I LOVE."

Like, full turnaround from Undyne, I actively refused to kill him. All times I thought he was an asshole? Forgotten. Me thinking he's a selfish prick? Gone. Nada. Nothing. Pure adoration. Suddenly every flaw he had was pushed aside purely from how hot I thought he was. Also, fuckin, im really glad i played this when no one in my house was awake, because I still didn't understand the Act mechanic here, and every time you attack mettaton he has this like moan he does and im like oh my god. stop. omfg.

At the end, too, when there was the calls and everything, when he had his big turnaround, I was just so happy for him I genuinely cried. Also, I had to do his battle probably the most out of everyone's in the game (not including genocide), so when it came around to his battle during the (glitchless) speedruns i did, i was more invested in how fast I could rack up points, cause you need 10k rating points to pass, and I actually did get that before he lost his legs, but apparently he needed to lose those too before you passed lol. Unfortunate.

Anyway after Alphys talked to you and everything, i genuinely went to see if Mettaton was still there, but he wasn't :( so i just went to New Home. I was very ill prepared for the fight against Asgore and the only reason I struggled with it so much was because my only healing items were like. Something that healed like 10 or 12 hp and the snowman piece. I was LV 9 when i finished the game, so like, my HP was pretty high, but i didnt have the G to buy items, so i was pretty much fucked. Yes. I had to eat the snowman to win.

Oh speaking of terrifying shit though. Photoshop flowey? My god. I haven't been afraid of a video game boss so much since I was a little kid. It was like 3 am and i was not prepared for him to just delete my save file and then kill me on repeat, glitching and breaking everything as he pleased. Bruh i was genuinely scared. Like, not even just, "oh yikes :(" or something. Like, crying scared. Lmao im an emotional bitch by nature.

I of course had to restart from the beginning again to get the True Pacifist ending. I was very careful to never touch the Fight button literally ever. And, it actually took me a while to reset, because I hate erasing my original save files, yknow? But, well, as it turned out? While technically New Game+ by naming, resetting doesn't erase everything you did. It wasn't a new file. I was a little confused at first to be honest. Toriel saying things were familiar, remembering things I said, Papyrus and Undyne both recognizing me, like. It was unnerving.

When I got to the end, i had to look up how to get Alphys's date (since my friend told me the way to unlock TP was to go on all the dates, but Alphys's was definitely designed in mind of you turning around from New Home and going back to talk to people rather than a new reset. So after unlocking it, getting through Alphys's date (i still remember being like, verbally, "omg alphys you look so nice??" When she came out with the dress on and then had a thought to myself like... since when do i care about what people look like? since when do i compliment people? At that point, while I didn't consider myself to be a rude person, I definitely wasn't exactly all that concerned about others for anything. Sure, I cared about others' lives, but I tended to be a bit more judgemental internally, and just. Didn't really give a fuck about what people did in the most negative sense possible, unless it involved me. Yet, it rolled off my tongue like it was something id say normally to anyone. I really wonder if this is the true turning point for me this year.)

Getting to the end, with everyone cheering me on. Hoo boy. This was the start of many tears to come. Papyrus's "DO WHAT I WOULD DO! BELIEVE IN YOU!!" sticks with me the most. I wasn't surprised by Flowey's actions, but what fucking threw me for a loop was like. When Flowey was revealed as Asriel, I was genuinely jaw-drop shocked. I was like. Holy fuck. I thought he was dead. What the hell. To this day, though, i still think Hopes and Dreams hits me the hardest out of all the boss battle themes. It doesn't super bother me, bc like, difference in opinion is whatever, but like. Whenever I see Megalovania at the top of someone's ost list for Undertale I'm just... Why? Maybe it's because I'd overheard it meme'd to much before I played the game, but like, i dunno, it's not a bad song, but it's not the most emotional provoking piece for me, so it's pretty far down my list. Hopes and Dreams will still remain my #1.

I really did feel determined during this battle. I really felt a lot of emotion. I felt excited. I felt frightened. I felt ambitious. Asriel's battle is probably still the hardest for me, and yes, I'm counting genocide this time. I can't grasp his magic patterns at all, and I more so played it as a "okay, how much damage can i take? Whats his next move?" As i healed every other turn. It took me a very long time to beat him (though no 11 hours like Sans, this was more like, 2 or 3 max) and when I got to the part with the Lost Souls, most of the characters just said their "we hate you" piece and i was like "nope you're controlled" right.

But then there's Sans's "just give up. i did."

I genuinely had to stop. I set down my controller and just sat for a minute. I'd mentioned before how much I've been struggling with depression for years now, and it's at the worst it's been since high school. Maybe you'd think when I saw that, I was like "sure, maybe I should give up." But... It's really the "i did." that hit me like a rock to the stomach. While I do know a couple other people with depression, the most discussion we have with it is "haha i wanna die" kinda jokes yknow? Nothing really serious. And, well, I've always been the type to lean to fictional characters for support more than real people, since I've just been so disconnected from a lot of friends growing up and was too scared to talk about anything with my family.

So seeing someone else say "just give up. i did." hit me so fucking hard that I just started crying. I had already been in a real sappy mood cause the whole scene was so emotional as it was, even if merely the cliche of friendship will save all, y'know what? Its a good ass fuckin trope and makes me emotional lmao.

So, naturally, I was more hyperaware of Sans's implied depression from here onward. The conversations with everyone post-battle left me crying. God, so did the hug with Asriel. I was just fucking bawling.

Oh god. I didn't even mention. "Despite everything, it's still you." Another line that just hit me and I had to pause.

So admist my crying mess, I was telling my friend I'd beat Undertale again. He asks me "so... you gonna play the genocide route?" And I already had from the beginning. I always want to play every available route in a game. I see no point in paying for something and then not playing it all. I'd consider myself a completionist who doesn't ever actually finish anything lmao.

I definitely put my emotions aside for genocide. The absolute hardest kill for me was Papyrus, though. And i was absolutely fucking heartbroken when he said he still believed me as his last words. But I forced it aside. I didn't want to reset. I wanted to beat it to have it under my belt that I had. I was pretty sure the Sans battle would be here, since I hadn't heard Megalovania in the game yet, and I was aware of how hard the battle was, despite never seeing it.

Undyne's battle I'm more emotional about in retrospect than I was at the time. At the time, I didn't care, didn't like the theme much, and the dings gave me a headache. Undyne isn't exactly my favorite character (though definitely not my least favorite, that role is given to Frisk with Toriel not close behind ahdhsb im sorry), so I really wasn't concerned about it. Not to mention, I don't know why, but all of the battles I struggled with EXCEPT Undyne's I ended up liking the character more as a result. Maybe it was the dinging lmao.

Bro you shoulda seen how prepared I was for Mettaton NEO's battle to be hard as fuck. I was like sitting upright, took deep breaths before hitting fight, then when he died in one shot i just kind of "wh...what." Still very disappointed lol but I guess that's kind of the point of the genocide route.

Then came the Sans fight. As I said, I spent 11 hours on this. I genuinely didn't pay attention to what he said after a while, but I do remember the first time I read it, I was fucking terrified. Usually, sarcasm, hatred, and sass is very hard to convey through pure text, especially when it's said in the same tone as his usual talking. But the absolute harshness, the coldness, and the lack of any fucks given Sans had at that point was so plainly transparent through everything he said that it fucking scared me. Toby Fox's writing here was fantastic. I can only dream of being able to write like that. Frankly, I love his writing in general. Actually, fuck it, I love all of the artistic takes of this game. This is gonna sound weird but... The "childishness" of it just is so good. Like, there's no rules. Every socially accepted rule of art, writing, character design, speech patterns, and even basic grammar are thrown aside. He didn't just think outside of the box, there literally was no box. I call it childish only because like, children also create with no rules. They have no rules to restrict their creativity. And seeing that embraced in Undertale in every form possible just blows me away.

Anyway. The battle. It. Was hard. Thats a given. I spent about two weeks playing it on and off, and it's probably the most healthily I've treated myself in recent memory, because when it became too much for me to handle, I set it down and took a break. I would retain what I memorized and use it for the next time I picked it up. Frankly, it came to a point where every time I opened up Undertale to play, it was more just cause I wanted to see him lmao. The guy hated my existence at this point and it's not like i disacknowledged that. But it just felt like every time i opened the game... Idk. I don't know what I felt. I can tell you for sure this isn't the time when Sans started slipping into my favorite character spot over Mettaton, that didn't come until the development of Act to Flirt's first demo, which was a month or so later lmao.

I was very excited when I beat Sans.

But then, after it was over, I felt very empty.

I didn't feel good about beating genocide. I still don't. I want to play the boss battles again, cause they were really fun, despite how hard they were, but I can't bring myself to.

When I got to Chara, and everything went to black, I just wiped my save and started fresh. I think this was the first time I used the name "Willo" for anything. I just picked a random name to use, and Willo was the first thing that came to mind.

I beat neutral again many times, trying to unlock as many secrets as I could. I accidentally spent like, way too long trying to get Sans's room, because I couldn't figure out how to do it... which is when I started speedrunning the game, because I was just so used to going through it all. I timed myself once, and I got somewhere around 1:20:00 ish, which puts me at the very bottom of the NG+ Glitchless runs by like 30 minutes, but hey, it's still not too bad all things considered.

I'd started working on Act to Flirt sometime in between the speedruns. I was playing Papyrus's date again, and I had this thought of. What if Undertale... but all boss fights are instead like Papyrus's date?? I pitched the idea to my friend who was like "thats definitely been done before lol" and immediately I almost shut down the idea. But then I still had that glimmer of hope that, maybe, since I haven't made it yet, people would like my game because it was by me. Besides, quarantine was getting to me. I needed some way to spend my time. So on May 6th to May 7th, I spent the whole 24 hour period making the first proof of concept for the game, which was UI setup and Flowey's tutorial date. I hadn't made any of the art yet, so it was a black background with Flowey's undertale sprite. I originally was going to make everything more visual novel like in the sense that, so like on Papyrus's date, you could make choices like "unwrap the present" "dont unwrap the present" or "you look great" "you look terrible" and getting the ending would involve pretty much just saying the right things at the right times. But this alone was... Yknow, already done before, and part of what makes Undertale so great is that it's, despite its many outside influences, very unique in its gameplay. So I decided to make the dates more like puzzle-solving RPG's, and frankly, since doing that, I dont know if I want to go back to making other visual novels lmao.

After making the first demo and releasing it, I hit a creative funk. I wanted to make the next demo right away, but I forced myself to stop (since i was working 16+ hour days to finish it in exactly a week. I didn't eat much and i slept very little during this time too. Dont do this lmao). I didn't know if the game would be received, and frankly, I'd had many failed projects in the past due to lack of support. I lost a lot of support in the past due to the dropped projects I kept starting and quitting because I had such a small audience, and that made me lose a lot of interest and motivation to work on them. So I posted the first demo and waited. I was very shocked to have a YouTuber with over a million subs play it that weekend. Dantekris I think was her channel name. She speaks Russian, and I never understood a word she said, but I've still watched her let's plays because I enjoy seeing her reactions. I hate that YouTube keeps deleting my responses on her videos, probably because they're long and in English so it's marked as spam on a comments section full of purely Russian comments yknow. But it makes me feel like such an ass ;w;

Mairusu is the next large YouTuber who played it and my god I love seeing when he uploads a new update for my game because I genuinely have no idea what to expect from him. I don't know what it is but he's just so absolutely funny to me. He also seems to be the most common breaker of my game though. Stop making your own bugs!! I try to testplay to find the bugs he gets and it's like.... what did you do.... how did you skip that whole date im so confused thats not supposed to happen..... He accidentally skipped all of Muffet's date because of this too and hers is supposed to be the hardest in the game right now so I'm very upset by it;; i dont know how it happened, it never happens for me.

But like. I was definitely struggling a bit with the direction I wanted to take AtF. I wanted there to be a core message, like with Undertale and many other of my favorite things. When there's a core theme to write about, it makes things a lot easier to compose than if you have a plot with no meaning to it. It ties it all together for a common purpose. But, as I started diving more into the fandom around this time, finding not only it being still alive but still enormous and filled with passion.

Passion. Hm. That's familiar. That's the trait I gave the player character, rather than determination. While it was intended for giggles "haha dating game u have passion wink wonk," it started becoming more than that. It started becoming a manifestation of what I really felt upon finally soaking myself into the deep end of this pool I'd once been too afraid to step into. Passion. Everyone here is so driven by their passion for this game, the characters, its story. Everyone is so inspired and creative. That's it. That's what I wanted Act to Flirt to be.

A game made for those who have already dived deep into Undertale. A game made for those who have the same level if passion I've wittnessed. A game that someone might stumble upon, merely wanting any Undertale content they can find, and a dating sim leaves them grasping at straws, only to find it's a game instead deeply rooted in how much they care about this world and its people. You have a Soul of Passion, because your passion for Undertale brought you to this game. That's what the core message is. Every ending is supposed to depict different kinds of empathy, and True Passion shows you truly cared the most you could for all of these characters. Sans is so blocked from it because, well, how can he really believe it? "if we're really friends, you won't come back," right? But here you are. Again and again.

And Heartbreak. Whose heart is really the one breaking here? Taking the Hopes and Dreams of every single character you've grown to care for and crushing it beneath your feet... who is the one suffering in the end?

I just... I'm very excited. I've written that game with the player as the main character. Not Willo. Not Frisk. Not anybody else. You, the player, are the main character. I've honestly done a lot of looking around in the DDLC code to make this game as 4th wall breaking as I can (without like. Disrupting it as a game experience like ddlc is, with monika deleting things and stuff). Just enough to leave the player unsettled and confused. Like. "Me? Are you talking to me?" Yes. You. Directly to you.

I started sketching out designs and ideas for ULR around July. I genuinely loved Underlust after finding out about it, even though it was posed to me as an insult about the contents of Act to Flirt. I was both like "uh... Act to Flirt is nothing like this. Maybe in reversed roles at best but..." and also "okay but this? This shit is good. Thank you." But finding out it was discontinued and wanting more, well, that's when I decided to make ULR. I presented the idea to my friends, who were like "please stop making aus," and then continued onward. I told myself I wasn't going to work on it though until after I finished Act to Flirt... Then after the next demo came out... Then it turned out I was working on it too much and it resulted in me rushing my release of the 3rd demo of AtF because I'd been so distracted I was going to miss my release deadline of the end of August, before school. I... Still kinda regret that a lot. It's still very buggy. Though I hope I got them all for the next demo...

But speaking of school .... ha... Remember when i said i was going to transfer to another school? Well, I did, and for the first few weeks it was fine! Then I started skipping assignments I didn't want to do. Then I started panicking about my low grades. Then I started getting behind on assignments. Then I stopped going to classes. Then I lost all motivation to work on anything at all. I just locked myself in my room and did next to nothing with the occasional drawing here and there, for weeks. It came to the point where I was like "I just have to get through this semester, then I'll drop out." But if I ever wanted to go back to school, having all F's on my last report card would not bode well for my acceptance. Which lead to more stress. I didn't want to fail, but I also didn't have any motivation to work. I would do one assignment here or there, feel good about myself, then realize I was still months behind on work and suddenly oh god oh fuck finals are next week. And my solution? I just. Fuckin dropped out. Oh my god. It was such a relief to just get that weight off my shoulders that I'd been carrying for months on end, preventing me to do anything I wanted to work on.

Well. Then my car tires died. So that's a thing. But good news! Between commissions and gifts, I have enough money to get them replaced! I don't think I've ever like... Been so excited about that before.

And, well. Now I'm here, pretty much. God, I just went through my entire year summary, and it feels like it was both forever long but also not long at all. I don't get it. 2021 still feels like a far off future, despite the fact I'm now 5 hours into it. Yes, I spent 4 hours writing this. Whoops. Oh well. I couldn't sleep anyway, so it's not that big of a deal.

All in all though... Despite being locked inside, away from my friends, unable to talk to anyone about the things i was enjoying, and living in fear of getting sick at all ever with anything, 2020 definitely fuckin changed me for the better. It was a hellhole of a year and I'd never do it again or wish it upon my worst enemy, but I came out a better person... I think. I hope.

It seems cliche to bring back but fuck it. Undertale? My friend insists its core message was that anyone can be a good person if they just try, which I mean, it definitely probably was intended that way. But that never was the message I felt while playing it.

What lesson I took from it was "things aren't always as they seem."

Flowey betrays you immediately, but then you find out he's just the remnants of a boy who died years ago and is still grieving over the loss of his best friend, whomst, despite how much he cares for them, recognizes they weren't good to him and he'd been manipulated and used by them.

Toriel is a kind and caring woman, a still grieving mother over the loss of her children, who seems to have kindness to no end, but is actually filled with such hatred and depression that she regularly gets drunk, swears, and still, without resilience, hates her ex husband.

Sans is a playful character who is full of puns, a gross atmosphere, and decided to break physics just because he can. He's the embodiment of a comic relief character. But at the same time, he's suffering, struggling, in constant pain and worry. He's lazy, but quick on his feet. He's harmless but will kill without hesitation if need be. He's both caring and the least caring of them all.

Papyrus is like... a self-centered asshole in a way, when you first meet him. He prides himself and everything he does. Yet still, he's actually quite open and accepting and loves everyone. He loves talking with and being with other people, even if maybe sometimes he has a different interpretation of social interaction from the "norm."

Undyne comes off as cruel and deadly, such even being emphasized in many points. But, deep down, she's extremely caring for those who are close to her, and her only cruelty is dealt to those who have wronged her in some way.

Alphys is a sweet and nervous wreck who comes off as helpful and lacking a filter due to her tendency to ramble. She seems to be merely anxious due to likely social anxiety... But you eventually find out that she's a liar who merely wants to create a world to be a better place, and by doing so, she pretends all the bads do not exist.

Mettaton comes off as an absolute self-centered asshole. Like. There's no way around that. He seemingly has no regard for other people with only full intentions of helping himself. But, deep down, he actually cares a lot for other people, especially his family and friends, and just tends to get caught up in things while he's in the moment.

Muffet seems to be greedy with how much money she begs people to give her for the spiders, but, as it turns out, she's flat broke and drops no G when you beat or kill her. She merely needs the money to help the spiders.

Asgore, too, is built up to be this ruthless killer throughout the whole game, and when you finally meet him, he's an incredibly sweet guy who's only filled with regret, and because of his past decisions, has decided to put aside his hopes for the sake of his people.

I...

Didn't see any of these characters for who they really were right away. Why would I? Few of these archetypes are explored much in a lot of fiction lately, or at least what I've been consuming; and is more focused around how someone can change their flaws into something positive... Not how to accept someone for who they are, despite the wrongs they may have committed or the lives they lead. Everyone's different. Everyone's grown up differently. Everyone has a reason for what they do.

And it took me playing this game to realize such a simple concept that I probably should have learned years ago.

That's why I really think 2020 changed me for the better. I made a realization that I should have had many years ago, and it's made me a lot more confident in expressing myself, accepting people for what they do, and seeing the brighter side to everything. I say that, sitting here filled with nothing and void of all emotion whatsoever... But it's a conscious thought i have. My emotions are so weird... They're either on full blast or I feel nothing at all. But yet I have... Thoughts of what i should feel? It's weird. Idk. This is why I'm getting therapy LMAO

But yea. 2020? Fuck you. But also thank you. But mostly fuck you and good riddance lmao

[springday-aus]

Figure Skater!AU with Jimin

moodboard link

Group: BTS 

Member: Park Jimin 

Genre: fluff, romance 

Type: Bulletpoint AU 

Word Count: approx. 2.1k 

I think Jimin would make a fantastic ice skater

like Olympic gold kind of ice skater

have you seen this man’s form when he’s dancing? now just imagine that with skates

even tho homeboy is a lil clumsy

(*cue the compilation of him falling off chairs on his own*)

but yeah, he’s an ice skater and he’s beautiful—thank you for coming to my ted talk

just kidding

kind of

so Jimin started young

his dad signed him up for dance classes originally

and Jimin loved it

but then Jimin went ice skating

he struggled at first, but after a couple of tries, he got the hang of it and he fell in love with it gradually

and it was history from there

it was like a slow burn love rather than instant and that’s what makes him so committed

Jimin still does dance every once in a while, but he really committed himself to ice skating and got really good

he entered an amateur ice skating contest and actually won (to the much of his shock)

and then homeboy kept winning and winning and next thing you know

he’s in the top ten ranking for ice skating in Korea and that meant Olympics and well

while he hasn’t won like gold or anything

he’s been super close to it and that proves how good he is tho

these competitions are basically him dancing on ice

it’s such a wild card because he has so much range

one time he did classical music and incorporated elements of ballet

another time he did a Big Bang song and everyone was not prepared

he’s absolutely eating these performances up and still managing to feed it to ice skating fanatics

speaking of which, he’s pretty well known in the ice skating world

especially since he basically captures everyone with his performances

and his face

but also his butt

it’s everything

everyone loves jimin

does Jimin know it?

there are times he uses it (like getting Yoongi to buy him snacks)  

and other times, he’s 1000000% oblivious to it

you know how people throw winnie the pooh bears at Yuzuru Hanyu?

anything that looks remotely cute is thrown at Jimin

so you can just…. imagine

he’s gotten so many of those gigantic stuffed dogs since people say he resembles a puppy

but he started getting thrown otter plushies

which he didn’t think was a thinguntil a bunch of people started throwing for him and now he gets an obscure amount of otter plushies when his performances are done

because lbr, Jimin is super affectionate, loves his family and is super cute

otter = Jimin

speaking of performances tho, the bts boys always try to make his competitions

they’re super supportive as always

Seokjin always brings snacks and Namjoon always brings flowers

Hoseok cheers the loudest (obviously) and waves a lot of flags like some goddamned color guard

and Taehyung and Jungkook bring signs that are supposed to be supportive… but then like

it’ll say shit like “Korea’s Thighs! PARK JIMIN”

Yoongi: “guys, it’s supposed to be Korea’s pride……”

Jungkook: “well, it’s already made” :)

Taehyung: :)

anyways

they’re like the most attractive group of people in one spot, so even if you only came there for Jimin, you’ll get like six more attractive pieces of eye candy to look at

(which is probably why Jimin’s crowds are noticeably bigger)

there was this one time tho that this one dude was competing, saw Seokjin and almost tripped

I mean who wouldn’t

but Jimin had to deal with Seokjin’s ego for the next week and it was a pain in the ass

speaking of pain in the ass, Jimin spends a ton of time to practice at the ice rink

he’s basically a perfectionist when it comes to his performances and he ends up spending all day there

there’s usually his manager, his trainer, and one of his friends

they all come in rounds to make sure he isn’t going insane

this is actually how you meet him 

you happened to be there one day to ice skate with some of your friends

only, here’s the catch

you cannot ice skate for shit and you are very aware of it

it took a couple of bribes of free food and hot cocoa that led you out of the house and into the skates

realistically speaking you could’ve stood on the side, but they were like come onnnnn

and, like an idiot, you let them peer pressure you into getting into the rink

and now you’re grasping on the rail for dear life and your friends are all making fun of you and recording it on their phone bc ✨memories✨ or some other crap

well, not all of them

two of them are skating next to you to help hold you up and convince you to let go of the rail

and this is where things kind of go awry

basically, let’s just say that your friends got a little distracted by some of Jimin’s friends (i.e. Jungkook and Taehyung) who were visiting him

they were on the rails, watching and supporting Jimin  

looking handsome and shit

ofc your friends dropped you—they were distracted

lbr, you would have been distracted too but you couldn’t be

because when they let go of you….

you fell flat on your face

like flat flat on the ice and a part of your soul died

you kind of got stuck and struggled getting up, especially since you kept falling back down on the skates

and then another pair of skates appeared and a hand reached out to you—aligning with your vision

Jimin: “do you need some help?”

You: “yes please”

he manages to get you up and you manage to stabilize yourself as he holds you up with both hands

while you’re trying to balance yourself, he chuckles to himself at the sight

you’re basically clinging onto him at this point but he doesn’t really mind

you’re cute

You: “I’m so sorry, this was not my idea”

Jimin: “first time skating?”

You: “um, actually, no”

You: “this is like my third time”

You: “I’m just a klutz and my friends are assholes”

Jimin: “oh?”

You: “not like that, but also like that”

he spends a bit more time skating with you to help you out for a bit

next thing you know, you’re spending another hour with him

laughing

chatting

learning more about one another

as you held onto his hands and skated around with him

it’s a fun

he’s basically done practicing and, even afterwards, you two got some hot cocoa from the stand

(along with his number)

it was a super cute lowkey first date

as you two texted and got to know each other a bit more, he invited you to another rink where he practices

when you walked in, no one else was present—it was just him, on the ice, in the middle of a routine

you quietly get closer, admiring the gratefulness that is displayed until you’re at the rails

when he’s finished, you applaud

indirectly scaring him, causing him to break his form and practically fall onto the ice

You: “oh my god!”

you run over to him, checking if he’s okay

You: “I didn’t mean to scare you, I’m sorry”

Jimin: “it’s okay, I didn’t know you got here”

You: “yo, that was really good tho—you should do this as a job or something”

Jimin: “..... this is my job tho?”

Jimin: “I’m an Olympic ice skater”

You: w h a t

you two spend a bit more time in the rink, especially since he’s preparing for the Olympics once more

so you’re like friends, but like there’s something more (͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

speaking of friends, you’ve met some of his

wild times

especially since Taehyung tried to show up Jimin on the skates and then falls on his face

Namjoon was self-monologuing as per usual

Seokjin was admiring his reflection on the ice, but still making as many dad jokes as possible

meanwhile Hoseok was trying to maintain balance but Yoongi was trying to trip him

Jimin: “I’m so sorry”

You: “why? this is hilarious”

they all know what’s going on tho, especially since all of them have met you at least once

*cut to Jungkook making fun of Jimin at some point*

things don’t really change until he has his first performance and you’re in the crowd (sitting with the boys obviously)

(for which you got a lot of stares for)

you cheered for him really loud before and after his performance

and you came with a cute sign

(“KOREA’S ICE PRINCE PARK JIMIN”)

and it’s bigger than Taehyung and Jungkook’s embarrassing one

it wasn’t until the scores were released and Jimin’s adrenaline rush came through

with all the congratulatory remarks and celebratory mood, he was in the locker rooms to get ready for the party his family was setting up at home

his coach let you him since he knew no one else was present

you lightly knock on the doorway to let him know of your presence

*unfortunately* he’s already clothed by the time you’re there

You: “congratulations, I knew you would get first place”

You: “I got you flowers, but I didn’t know if you were allergic, so I got plastic ones”

Jimin gives you a charming smile, with his eyes turning into crescents

Jimin: “thanks, you can set them down if you would like”

you seat yourself on a nearby bench as he brushes through his hair and puts on his shoes and whatnot

Jimin: “are you coming to the party?”

You: “I don’t know if I’m invited”

Jimin: “well, I’m inviting you—if you would like to go”

You: “like………. together?”

Jimin: “yeah, you can be my date?”

you both show up to the party with your hands held together

:)

your dates are mainly at the ice rink for the rest of the season

whether you’re skating with him or just watching him practice and reminding him to take breaks, both mental and physical

you’ve improved your ice skating abilities btw

considering your boyfriend is a professional ice skater

you always make time to go to his performances and you absolutely refuse to miss a single one even if you’ve seen it a thousand times when he practices

there’s just so much gracefulness and agility and Jimin’s so beautiful to watch

and he’s so glad to have found someone who supports his dream as much as he chases after it

also you asked him to dance to Twice once as a joke and he actually did it for a performance so

now you have many requests and ideas

Jungkook: “tell him to do One of a Kind by GD”

You: “why don’t you tell him?”

Jungkook: “because he doesn’t listen to me”

Yoongi: “I think he would know if it was your idea even if (Y/N) is the one who told him to do it”

Jimin: “I’m not doing GD”

Jungkook: “wow okay”

anyways

after the season is done, your dates have more range

he’s a big softie and it’s 1000% applied to relationships

so that means lots of romantic walks, coffee dates, picnics

of course lots of restaurant dates when he’s off his diet

in which you always pinch his cheeks bc he looks so cute with puffy cheeks

but there’s some dates where you two just stay in and watch some movies but you get a bit distracted with his plump lips and nice torso………. however you want to take that information

since he’s so used to the cold at the ice skating rink, it also means he loves to just pile blankets onto the two of you

but also he needs cuddles and it gets super heated real quick

and I mean like heated heated because of his body heat and the giant blankets

altho, it could also be heated

you two built a blanket fort once and it was knocked down real quick - in what ways? I’ll leave that to your imagination

oh and since you’re openly so supportive for him

he tries to reciprocate it

even if it’s the most mundane things

he wanted to make a sign for you once

Jimin: “do you have bigger banner paper?”

You: “why?”

Jimin: “I can’t fit in THE LOVE OF MY LIFE: HONEY SUGAR BABY CUTIEPIE”

Jimin: ………… “now that I’ve said it outloud, I think I’ll just save it for my phone or something”

You: “yeah, let’s never say that again”

you repeated it back to him once and you don’t think you’ve ever seen him this flushed since that one fan tried to propose to him

he’s a shy baby

kind of

because he needs a lot of attention and a lot of praise

but if you do it in front of other people, he will combust

anyways we’re all simps for Jimin and it’s great we’re having fun

[love-amihan]

FIRST IMPRESSIONS // MIMI'S FAVES

amihan's note: this is just self-indulge i can't get enough of them 😭 i got this random idea wherein i showed my mom + friends the following pictures of my faves and what are their first impressions. i may also include some first meeting w/ my mom scenarios and more of what i think they will interpret them as. modern au of course, happy reading!

lil side note: my friend questioned me after sending all these pics, she was like "mimi u do realize these r lines" but ma'am u don't understand they r attractive lines!

info; aunt is what u call ur close friend's mother. mano is a sign of respect/greeting to elderly wherein you take their hand and bring it to your forehead i honestly don't know how to explain it

✨ jjk masterlist ✨

self insert, it's mimi x her faves!

-gojo satoru

mom said he reminds her of someone from slam dunk because of the art style, kinda brings back memories for her

most likely to be part of a cult

++ will invite u to join (i swear my friends r something)

yandere vibes

as i quote from my friend "cross my fingers, hope to die"

he will get along with my group of friends i swear

ngl, i'm 100% sure that gojo flirted with one of my friend before

gojo and mimi are gonna meet her group of friends for the first time, "shit" he curses under his breath, mimi turns her head to him and slightly tilted her head to the side "what?" gojo takes a deep breath before saying it in one breath "i may or may not have flirted with one of your friends before"

mimi was about to ask him to repeat again when she heard her friend "satoru?!" gojo gave a sheepish smile "heyyyy" he slowly distances himself with mimi afraid of her "oh let me guess, you're one of the victims?" mimi excitedly pipes in while laughing, her friend laughs along with her while shrugging "you think im surprised anymore you hoe?" mimi teased patting gojo's arm

he's the type to join in on our pamper night, i just see it clearly. also my mom tolerating his childishness

mimi and her mom are having one of their pamper night after having a long week, mimi was applying the mask on her face carefully while humming a tune. gojo who just got in their house saw the bond between the two "auntieee~ i want one too!" he whined while pointing at the masks.

"come here sato" mimi's mom coos at him, clearly babying the man. mimi crosses her arms finished with her mask looking at her so-called man with a smile adoring her lips "you know i wonder sometimes if i got myself a man or a child" gojo let out a dramatic gasp "auntie she's bullying me" mimi's mom played along and playfully glare at her, mimi giggles at this "also shut up you love me~" gojo added.

-okkotsu yuta

that guy who laughs at uncertain situations (if u only know what he's really like ✋)

class clown

softboi (yes he is ma'am!)

happy go lucky

lowkey yandere vibes

i feel like my friends already loves him because they were the one who introduced him

mimi and her friends are hanging out at their usual bench chatting away until one of them noticed the small group of guys passing by. "hey!" one of her friend shouted waving her hand before gesturing for them to come over.

they soon arrived where mimi and her friends are, a young boy with a sweet smile caught mimi's eyes. she gulps looking back to her friend who's introducing the group, "and he's yuta" she finishes with her arm around yuta her other hand giving his chest little pats. mimi nod to herself trying not to forget his name.

definitely met my mom before, helping her with her grocery or something. mom took a liking of him because he's kind and polite

yuta knocks on the door nervously chewing his bottom lip, mimi opened the door and smiles at him, the raven head returning it with shaky breath "come in" yuta politely comes in and to his surprise saw a familiar face "oh you're that sweet boy" mimi's mom exclaimed softly smiling as yuta gave his greeting taking her hand bringing it towards his forehead.

"you met before?" mimi chimes in looking at the two "i helped her carry her things since she's having some trouble" yuta explained his nervousness slowly fading away, mimi's mother turns to her daughter "i love him already! you're definitely marrying him" mimi's mother then welcomes yuta to their home with open arms "mom!" mimi shouted in embarrassment. yuta lets out a chuckle, relieved that he was welcomed right away.

-fushiguro megumi

cold type

major daddy vibes (all i can say is megumi's their type-)

cool aura

doesn't give a fuck type of guy

my friends probably heard of him because of me

mimi was walking around the campus together with a friend of hers, they were talking about usual school stuffs. sharing all the stress and pressure they're feeling having to be the leader of their own respective group.

mimi came to a stop when she noticed the quiet preserve guy who's walking towards the elevator hands on his pocket. after pushing the button, he cracks his neck side to side his hand soothing the crook of his neck. "let's go use the elevator" was all she said before dragging her friend.

the three walks inside the elevator without a word, mimi and her friend stayed behind as megumi stands in front of them pushing the button of his classroom's floor. mimi's friend can't help but snicker, mimi pinches her side telling her to stop.

megumi turns and gesture at the floor buttons "which floor?" his low voice making mimi's knees weak in the knees, mimi's friend was having fun seeing her friend malfunction in front of a hot guy. she giggles not wanting to embarrass her more than she did "oh we're in the same floor, it's all good"

mom likes him when i showed his pic! *cough* one of her fave *cough*

got nervous with meeting mom for the first time but soon relaxed with mom's calming and friendly nature, all in all mom still likes him

-inumaki toge

crazy type of guy

gives off the always sleeping guy

playful type

"oh wow its hot in here" seductively lowers his collars

daddy- (i- ma'am-)

bad boy!!

serious

mom said rock 'n roll but let's forget that

i'm gonna be honest, i feel like he's gonna be part of my friends, my "kapag tropa lang tropa lang rule" (basically translates to: if u're friend just stay as friends rule) will be broken just for him;

toge and mimi was known to be touchy with each other in their group of friends. toge trusts mimi more than the others, he shows this by doing simple things such as leaving his id with her if ever he goes somewhere or do something.

their friends mostly find them leaning in each other's shoulder whenever they are given a break or during their little talks. "you know i saw this new.." their friend started explaining, all of them listening. toge gets into a more comfortable spot leaning his head on mimi's shoulder busy with scrolling on his phone. once in a while showing mimi something funny or interesting.

mom will likely take time to warm up to him. toge will do his best to get on her good side, shows his charms. once he gets mom's approval there's no turning back. he gets treated like he was her own son.

toge smiles at mimi's mother sweetly, "what's your name?" as toge took her hand making mano with her (stop i dunno how to phrase it) "inumaki toge, auntie" mimi's mother let out a soft gasp, "the inumaki toge?" toge looks at the direction where mimi disappeared, a little confused by what's happening. he looks back at mimi's mother about to ask why she knows him.

"mimi won't stop talking about you!" mimi's mother informed as toge's mouth left agape, mimi who happen to get back at the right moment grumble "mom why did you tell him?!" she said through gritted teeth. mimi's mom have a sweet smile on her face faking a surprise.

"oh i wasn't suppose to? oops?" mimi grumbles more standing beside toge who now have a smug look on his face, "you talk about me huh?" he began, mimi gave him a playful shove "shut up."

-ryomen sukuna

DADDY!!

most likely to kill me

intimidating

unique looking

mom really likes him!

thinks his tattoos and aura is cool

if my friends saw a picture of him they will immediately question me

he's a snitch, i hate his snitch ass ugh

mimi's mom did not like sukuna from the picture at all, she doesn't have any problem with people who have tattoo but he got it all over him. we can say that mimi's mom is kinda looking out for the both of them because their relatives are just too traditional and doesn't like the looks of tattoos.

however, sukuna soon got her approval! how you ask? well the mf snitched without knowing. sukuna nudges mimi's side lightly, trying to start conversation "how's the piercing?" mimi's eyes widen looking at sukuna hissing, "kuna no!" mimi whisper yell at him. mimi then felt her mother's glare, "is that why you've been wearing your hair down often?"

sukuna got confused then looks at mimi's mom "care to explain?" he took this as a chance to get on her good side "yeah mimi, care to explain?" mimi looks at her significant other not believing what's happening, mimi looks back and forth between the two 'this mf a snitch' mimi thought.

mimi then explained herself blaming sukuna since he's the one who pushed to get her cartilage piercing "don't blame sukuna, you should have told me" mom defended him, mimi gasp as she looks at sukuna who's smirking at her with the 'i won' face that mimi wanna punch off his face.

a lil bg; i already told my mom b4 that i want cartilage piercing but then she got wary with the news of someone got in a coma after getting it so in the end sadly, she only allowed me to get the lobe piercings.

cover: one piece's baby 5

[yikesharringrove]

So, I had this idea, but I'm not really good with writing Harringrove, so I thought I could share it with u. A modern au where Steve nd Billy are streamers in L.A. Like, maybe Billys a gaming streamer nd Steve is a v chill streamer nd basically half of their live streams consist of Steve sitting in Billys lap nd the two of them cuddling while just talking nd one day they get a donation question like, "Are the two of u dating wtf" nd they just go "duh" also. femme/nonbinary steve

I love the idea of Steve being jenna marbles-esque, just like sweet and kinda weird and super loved.

And y’all know my love for nb Steve.

Based loosely on this post. Mainly just the gif.

Watch me make up twitter handles lol

This is v soft and includes many of my headcanons for these two living their lovely modern lives.

-

“Bill!”

Steve was yowling like a damn cat out in the kitchen, interrupting Billy’s stream. “Billy!”

“Stevie! I’m streamin’, Baby!” Hear could hear Steve’s feet plodding down the hall. The chat started going crazy as they appeared in the stream behind Billy, wearing a too-big sweater, thick wool socks on those perpetually cold little feet. Their hair was a fucking mess, and they were wearing their glasses, the big ones Billy loved.

They climbed on Billy’s lap, settling their face into his neck.

“What’s up?”

“Just wanted some lovin’.” Steve’s voice was soft, but they always put their face on the side Billy’s headset mic was on and the audience would go wild over the quiet things they said. Billy rubbed their back before going back to his game.

“Everyone welcome Stevie to the stream.”

He kept playing as usual, Steve a warm little puddle in his lap.

“Okay, Babes. I’m signing off for today, Steve is definitely asleep on me right now and I gotta put them to bed. Love you all, stay safe.” He had to awkwardly shuffle Steve around in his lap to turn off the stream, picking them up to take them to the room across the hall.

They had gotten a two bedroom when they were still friends, pretending they weren’t fucking in love with each other. They had moved into the bedroom formerly known as Steve’s, setting up Billy’s old room for streaming and video editing.

Steve snuffled as Billy took off their glasses, sliding into bed behind them.

-

Steve was sitting on the floor, laughing at the monitor.

They had been doing a series of Quarantine Madness videos, doing crafts and silly makeup tutorials.

They were currently trying temporary hairdye, had their hair sticking up in all directions.

“This is so fucking stupid, oh my god.” They had electric pink in their hair, Billy had gotten roped into it with dark blue.

“If you destroy my hair for YouTube hits, I’m gonna cry.” Steve had their thin fingers in his hair, rubbing the dye in.

“Oh, worse comes to worse you get ridda that fucking mullet.”

“You love this mullet. It’s my trademark.” Billy’s hair wasn’t supposed to be a mullet, was originally a shag that had grown in weird, but Billy had become known for it, and he had kinda grown to like it.

“The whole premise of this video is to get you to shave your head.” Billy laughed. “Okay, so we gotta wait like twenty minutes and then we gotta wash it out.” They looked at memes while they waited, figured Steve would edit all this waiting out of the video anyway.

They washed the dye out in the sink, scrubbing at one another’s heads before getting in the shower to clean off the patches on their skin.

They ended up getting a little distracted in the shower.

Steve had blow dried both their hair to see the color. The pink was subtle in Steve’s dark hair, the highlights they had gotten a few weeks before quarantine picking up more of the color.

Billy’s hair was bright fucking blue, and neither of them could stop laughing at it.

“I kinda, kinda love it on you, Bill.” Steve was brushing their fingers through Billy’s hair, making him lean into the touch like a damn cat.

The video ended up being wildly popular.

-

“So, you all tweeted us some questions, and we’re gonna answer them over live stream. We each picked a bunch to pose to one another, so yeah.” Steve shrugged. “Billy, @.DustinHendy wants to know why you’re such a little bitch.” Billy cackled, planting his face into Steve’s shoulder.

“Tell Dustin he’s a little garbage human.” Billy winked at the camera, making the comments along the side of the screen go crazy. “Um, I thought this question was interesting, @.llittlebug says: you two are so touchy. Are you together, or are you just close friends? We’re gal pals, actually.” Steve laughed, loud and bright.

“Two bros chillin’ in the hot tub, five feet apart ‘cause we’re not gay.” Steve sang, making them both crack up.

“Yeah, we’re very much in a relationship, have been for four years now.” Steve was giving him that soft smile Billy loved so much. He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to that sweet little mouth. The chat was going insane, people sending comments along the lines of I knew it! and so happy for you both!

Steve’s cheeks were flushed.

“So, uh @.bigyikes asks, how did you two meet? Well actually, we went to high school together, and fucking hated each other when we first met, got in a big fight, worked our shit out became friends, moved in together, and fell in love like big dumb losers.”

“So bold of you to claim I ever hated you. I literally was fucking in love with them from the first time I ever saw them but I was, uh, going through a lot, and was kind of the worst back then.” Steve’s arm was on his shoulder, playing with the long hair by his neck.

“You’ve gotten so much better. And I’m proud of you.” Billy planted a kiss to their forehead.

“Next question before I fucking cry, @.imaloser wants to know our sexualities and gender expressions. I mean, you’ve been plenty open about all that.”

“Well, yeah. I’m pansexual and agender, which is under the nonbinary umbrella, but I like to typically present femme. And I use they pronouns, most of you know that, of course. I’m pretty open.” They turned big eyes on Billy.

“These days, I just identify as queer. I’ve always identified as a gay man, but I haven’t dated a guy in a long fuckin’ time.” Steve curled into his side.

“It’s been a learning process for both of us. I mean Billy’s the first person I dated seriously after I came out, and there was just a part of me that felt lowkey misgendered every time he said he was gay.”

“Oh, there was a lot of learning in those early days for sure. And I think we’re both still doing that. I hope I am.” Steve poked his stomach.

“You’re good to me, Bill.” There was a slew of sweet comments in the live stream.

“@.folks asks when did you get into makeup?” He turned to Steve.

“Growing up, most of my friends were girls, and I just always loved playing dress up, and getting make overs. When I was like, fourteen I think, I started playing with makeup myself, learning from YouTube tutorials, and just like, messing around with stuff. I always loved just feeling really pretty, so that’s why-” they gestured at themself, one of Billy’s shirts tucked into old worn out jeans, soft white cardigan. They had put on a full face of makeup for the stream.

“I think you’re the prettiest.” Steve laughed, headbutting Billy’s shoulder.

“Okay, so @.imstruggling wants to know who’s a better cook.” Steve turned dramatically to the camera. “Me, bitch!”

[imagine-straykids]

Bad Boy AU: Hwang Hyunjin PT.3

Summary: After that incident (in Pt.2), you and Hyunjin’s relationship grew in an unexpected way, leading others to question whether all of your playful berating and banters have a deeper meaning than what you guys said it actually is.

after 20913290210123 years im sorry

if you haven’t read the previous parts:

Part one // Part two

it’s been about 2 months now, after you pulled that whole project shenanigan on Hyunjin

he said he was going to get you back, but surprisingly nothing big really happened... at least yet

he did pulled small harmless teasing like hiding your chair before you came to class, so when you showed up, you looked like an idiot 

also choosing you as the next person to answer questions just so you’ll make a fool out of yourself, or bumping into you when he passes by on purpose, and etc but nothing really major

and for that, you would retaliate by trying to trip him when you get the chance to, hiding his stuff when he goes to use the restroom and etc

so before you knew it, you both kind of had this small competitive bond between you guys, always trying to one-up one another 

highkey you know y’all were being so childish and petty but you weren’t going to stop until he does so first

y’all weren’t particularly friends because you guys don’t really talk to each other and only interacted when you absolutely really have to during class session

so it was like this silent fight 

you’re hitting each other back and forth, but there’s no sound

you didn’t really expect anyone to take notice of your somehow developing relationship with Hyunjin, because it was basically just you guys acting petty towards each other

so that was why you were so surprised when your friend hit you with a question one day at lunch time

“Are you and Hyunjin like secretly dating?” She gave you a stern look as she held her fork in her hand, in the middle of the chewing

you legit almost spat out your food

“wait what?” you stared at her in confusion

“I mean, don’t get me wrong or anything, but I’ve been kind of speculating you and Hyunjin these past few months and it looks like you guys have something going on, at least by how you both are acting. Both of you are always trying to hit each other, taking the other person’s things and always calling each other’s name during class. Like are you both lowkey flirting or what? Is this some sort of secret relationship I didn’t know about?”

you almost spat out your food a second time

you couldn’t believe what you were hearing, like seriously

“No, we’re not dating. And even if we were, I would’ve told you. You know I wouldn’t keep anything from you.” 

okay but honestly, the fact that she thought you guys were flirting lowkey bothered you

“Oh, okay. Sorry. I just have been watching from afar and thought. So if you guys are not dating then what is it?”

“He’s just salty that I made him look like a clown in front of the whole class, don’t you remember? My bestie that ditched me for someone else that’s why I ended up with the devil himself.” you poke fun at your friend

“Hey! Mr. Kim was pressuring us to pick a partner fast, and if I didn’t I was going to end up with Johan in the back. I heard he likes to pick his nose during class, eww.”

you couldn’t help but to laugh at your friend

“I know. I was just teasing you.” 

“So basically you guys just hate each other?” your friend raised her eyebrows

“basically I guess. I don’t know. but I know for sure he doesn’t like me that way.” 

and with that, you both went your separate way when it was time for Math class

you sat down and took out your textbook, waiting for the lecture to start when you were suddenly greeted by Seungmin, one of Hyunjin’s friend

it felt weird because you had never personally spoken to him before, maybe except only in groups when y’all had to work out a problem together

but to be fair you never really spoke to any other members of Hyunjin’s squad or whatever

“Hey! Y/n right? I’m Seungmin.” He smiled and extended his arm to greet you

you were so lost

what the hell was happening

“Uh... yeah, I’m Y/n...” you were shaking his hand but you had no idea what was going on

“I’m sorry. I should’ve introduced myself earlier. I just thought since you’re the girlfriend of one of my friends now, I figure I should get to know you better.” 

GiRlfRiEnd? WhAT? OF OnE oF yOur FrieND?

you were in disbelief

Hyunjin fucking didn’t

he better not

“Wait uhm... of one of your friend?” you repeated it just to get a confirmation

“Yes, Hyunjin.” He smiled, absolutely not aware of the triggering feeling you’re having right now

“You don’t happen to know where he is right now, do you?”

Seungmin was in deep thinking for like 3 seconds

“Oh yes, I think he’s in dance class right now. Second floor room 212″

“Thank you very much, Seungmin. I’ll be back.”

there was still 5 more minutes left until the class start

so you rushed out of the room and onto to find Hyunjin’s ugly ass

when you found the room, you peaked your head in and found Hyunjin stretching 

you snatched Hyunjin’s ear and dragged him out into the hallway

you slapped his shoulder 

“What the fuck?!” was all you could say

“Ouch,” he frowned as he cover the part you had hit

“Seriously? Your plan of revenge is to tell everyone we’re dating? I mean--w-what even--” you were at loss for words

“Oh, that.” Hyunjin’s face turned from plain to joy and he started cracking up

“So I see you’ve heard about it,” he continued

“No shit. You’re an even bigger idiot than I thought you were.” 

“Hey, I was cornered by the members. They all came up to me and started asking about you. So I just told them we were a thing to get them to stop bothering me. What else do you want me to say?” He said with the littlest care in the world. It didn’t irritate him a bit.

“UHM... whAt ElsE cAN YOU say? THAT WE’RE NOT DATING?!” 

“yeah, but what’s the fun in that.” 

you facepalmed so hard

“you’re an idiot, Hwang Hyunjin.”

“You get to be with the Hwang Hyunjin, yet you’re over here complaining your ass out.” 

“uh well yeah... one little problem, WE’RE NOT EVEN DATING! I literally just told my best friend I had nothing to do with you, and now if she hears about it, she’s going to think I’m a shit friend who lied in front of her face.” 

“Shhh... people will hear if you’re being too loud.” he threw his hand around your back and pulled you closer, while he put his other index finger up to his lip signaling you to shush

you tried pushing him away but people started to look

“Hey, I mean, if we don’t want to pretend, we don’t have to pretend, if you get what I’m saying...” his face was coming closer and closer to yours

you had enough and pushed him away with full strength

“No thanks. I have to get back to class. This conversation isn’t over, Hwang Hyunjin.”

“Alright, see you after school honey,” he teased you as he waved you off

you could only do nothing but roll your eyes

This Hwang Hyunjin was not going to be easy to deal with and you could already feel there was going to be a storm to come

[bluespiderlilies]

Pillars x Modern reader? Please if it alright with you

hi!! i was going to say no tbh bc my rules say only two charas max but,, i'll let it slide i guess lmao 

modern! pillars x reader!hcs: 

himejima gyoumei:

okay so like,, in a modern au i like to imagine that gyoumei would be a sculptor hehe (yes, i know, not v original).

and you a painter!! 

and like,, the two of you are secret admirers of one another 

like he would often see you at the art gallery he frequents just staring at his sculptures & just,,, looking at them w pure awe?

 which he finds so heartwarming & makes him super motivated & happy in what he does!! 

and at art auctions when he buys your paintings? you feel like fainting from happiness bc the guy you admire so much BUYS YOUR PAINTINGS?!?! 

so then one day the two of you just,, bumped into each other coincidentally while at the art gallery the two of you go to often

the two of you chat comfortably before asking for one another's numbers & discuss about a potential coffee date!! 

and so, after that & a couple more dates, the two of you became official!!

iguro obanai:

hmm i feel like snek boi would be a tattoo artist 

you a florist (FUCK i hate my unoriginal ideas) 

your shops are right beside each other's haha

you sometimes talked but it was only about small awkward things like the weather BYE

but then one day you got locked out of your shop oops

so you,, sort of stayed w/ obanai in his shop until the person you called to help came

 which he didn't mind at all btw

surprisingly, the two of you got along really well? not to mention you guys liked a lot of the same things & had similar hobbies??

 from then on the two of you were kinda Whipped™™™™™ for each other lmaoo,, you often went to each other's shops when you guys didn't have any customers/had a slow day 

so then you decided to confess and!! he accepted your feelings & said he felt the same way!! (screams) & ever since then the two of you began to date uwu

rengoku kyoujurou:

okay so kyoujurou in the kimetsu academy au is a history teacher, right? 

and you are the english teacher!! 

honestly the entire school love the two of you so much

 and they even ship the two of you super hard\ but!! the thing is? the two of you are already dating, haha~ the students just don't know that yet

so it's hella amusing when the two of you witness them trying to set the two of you up with one another 

so you and kyoujurou had a mutual agreement to just act innocent and go along w what they do (which the students totally fall for)

until one day you accidentally let it slip (whoops) 

"hi guys, sorry for being late, kyoujurou won't be here today 'cause he's sick and i had to take care of him for a bit—oops did i just spill everything?"

 from then on the entire school knew the two of you were dating (and thank god, bc now you guys could be affectionate in public lmaoooo)

tokitou muichirou:

muichirou would be like that quiet, asocial first year *wheeze*

& like...there's tons of rumors of him being rude n closed off to others that try to be friends w him

n you're like!! haha!! fuck those rumors i want to be friends w him!! (plus he's cute wink wink) 

so, you try to approach him by sitting in front of his desk during lunch, or talk to him front time to time in your close (surprise!! the two of you are in the same class) 

he ignores you tbh & even tries to push you away,,, but you're super persistent (in an annoyingly,, cute way?) 

but like one day, you're absent from class two days in a row, and he's like,, fuck?? is it my fault??? did i do something to them?? is (name) not here bc of me?? i miss (name) surprisingly a lot and idk why???

and like for the two days he feels like he's fuckin hallucinating or some shit bc he always turns his head to the direction he expects you to be, or like hears your voice even if you're not there? 

but then you came after those two days, and he immediately comes up to you and questions you as to why you were absent 

you just laugh and smile, telling him that you were sick (& tease him too) which he gets really flustered at and even blushes bc he missed you a lot bye 

so then he confesses to you, and tells you that even if it was two days, it felt like forever and he just really missed you and wanted you to be by his side?? and you found that hella cute (also bc of his blushing face) so like uh,, ever since then the two of you started to date

tomioka giyuu:

kimetsu academy au where he's the gym teacher (duh it's canon) & ur the assistant nurse of tamayo uwu

you often supervise whenever giyuu has a class bc you know how rough he can be,, so you're just there in case anything happens

 cue the students being in love w you bc you're the literal opposite of giyuu

cue the students lowkey shipping the two of you too (& the two of you are HELLA oblivious about about, too) 

you like to chat w him sometimes, even if you're the one who's doing most of the talking

despite his rough nature you actually find him really cute and like??? attractive 

and giyuu?? is naturally attracted to you too?? but then one day a student fight breaks out and while giyuu tries to stop it he ends up getting injured

so you, of course, treat him the best you can—tending to the bruises on his face & the cuts on his arms & legs,, and like your touch is so fucking good and gentle and like??? bitch is about to melt too

he ends up telling you that he likes you,, and you're shocked bc omg?? the guy i like just confessed & asked me out (btw u said yes haha)

uzui tengen:

aight so spy!au where he is sent to spy on you bc you're under suspicion working under an illegal organization (wait this counts as a modern au right? yeah anyways,,) 

he moves in to the apartment right across from you as your new "neighbor" 

he also works as the cashier at the bakery you work at too!!

 bc of that, naturally, the two of you got close

you thought he was v attractive and funny lmao,, you especially found his "flamboyant" catch phrase hella endearing too 

and tengen was like: fUCK NO I CANT FALL IN LOVE W YOU YOU'RE MY MISSION!! 

yeah right lmao bc he did end up falling in love w you. so he even asked you out (which ofc you said yes?? like bro tengen is literally the person of you're dreams) 

but he reminded himself that he still had a mission to do, so he used it the fact that the two of you were dating to his advantage to find more about you (aka snooping) 

you didn't really mind that + the fact that he asked lots of questions about you

but once he found out that you were completely clear, he was?? highkey happy and relieved, so he could date you comfortably without being paranoid lmao

kanroji mitsuri:

idol! mitsuri and manager! reader au hehe 

honestly you have been w mitsuri ever since she debuted

you watched her grow as both a singer and as a person—you saw all the sides of her personality, habits, flaws, etc; which honestly? made you fall in love w her 

however, you kept your feelings a secret bc you didn't want anybody to find out plus ruin mitsuri's reputation?

like okay you get fired but you don't want to hurt mitsuri or the years of hard work to be destroyed 

but it's so fuckin hard you know? bc she's super affectionate w you, and you're over here trying to keep your feelings in? 

so eventually you just,,, confess to her—all the feelings you had pent up just finally spill out

unexpectedly?? she says she feels the same way?? but she's been in love w you ever since she first laid eyes on you?? 

so lmao you keep your relationship a secret, even from the agency you work at lmao 

despite the hardships that you guys often face, you get through them together and the two of you couldn't be anymore happier w one another??

kochou shinobu: 

roommates au in which the two of you are college students 

shinobu a pharmacology major & you in toxicology!!

bc of you living together and even sharing some classes, the two of you spend a lot of time w each other 

you guys have plenty of study dates too haha 

and cute stuff like night outs or movies nights!!! 

honestly the more time you spend w her, the more time you?? fall in love shinobu. like. head over heels for her. 

and shinobu's like??? I FEEL REALLY NICE AND FUZZY AROUND YOU (in her brain, though) 

so the two of you end up confessing at the same time during movie night bc the movie reminded the two of you of each other a lot?? uh?? 

when the two of you realize what you said two each other, the two of you laugh it off and just? begin dating 

nothing really changes tbh!! just more affection, dates, spending time w each other, and being more intimate ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

shinazugawa sanemi:

bodyguard au :D in which sanemi is your newly appointed bodyguard and you're a millionaire that needs to be protected 

honestly he thought you'd be snobby as fuck considering that's how rich people usually are in his eyes

 but?? you're really freakin chill and cool?? not like he'd admit that aloud lmaoo

you like to tease him a lot bc he's so uptight w you, but apologize & give him ohagi (which he really fuckin loves?? Uh??)

you always try to convince him to play video games w you lmaoo esp mario kart (he declines though *eyeroll emoji*)

since he's almost always serious around you, when you find him tending to your dogs and being so soft around them you're like?? fuck?? my heart?? 

so basically the two of u dumbasses have feelings for each other but are oblivious + don't want to confess,,, like the more time you spend w one another the more you fall in love?

and he absolutely just,, loves it when you visit orphanages and help w the kids and the way you treat them is so sweet? 

yeah. he's so in love. 

but it wasn't until you ended up in a life-threatening situation that he actually confessed to you—which, as serious as the moment was, you cracked a joke and accepted his feelings.

[redcallisto]

🖋!!! :DD

Am I gonna gush about Sumire at 5am? you bet ur ass i am. this is long.

HOW THE HELL did this random kny oc I made who i thought i was gonna forget abt become one of my main ocs??  simply. i like kny and i like making characters. anyway this has spoilers of my fic if. if thats something anyone cares about LMAO

this is p much only a few of the reasons why sumi is my main lol anyway anyway, once upon a time in 2019 my friends egged me on to write a oneshot involving her since I guess i was in the mood to write?

that oneshot ended up being 20-ish pages, but i went insane and wrote another 500 pages. it just be like that sometimes yknow? There’s a lot of unintentional greatness with her story and character which came mostly as a surprise to me while I was still writing the fic! 

Writing Bittersweet Melancholy rlly helped me delve into writing as a hobby, and i couldn’t be more happier! 

Back to unintentional greatness, some examples would be the hidden purple accents in her overall character design that tied in with her theme of balance, the sun and the moon (red+blue yknow), the irony that was her perfecting her physical balance but mental balance being WACK, how she ties in some of the other charas like Inosuke, Kanao and Douma. most of that was unintentional and came while i proofread the fic, so i went back to work them more into her story! At most, I’m really happy with her connections to Inosuke and Douma when it comes to emotions. ugh. im rlly happy w/ that. also the oc deaths being symbolic was intentional but it still felt big brain. this fic felt big brain. dshgvfdhgv

One other thing i’m proud of was the portrayal of humanity thru demons etc. My demon ocs, douma, saki, sayuri, and sumire herself. The fact that sumi’s scars resemble a failed decapitation, sayuri’s humanity returning as she died, and how in my au douma caused his own death by explaining blossoms of nightfall (the hidden breath form) when saki wouldn’t. Also, sumi’s mental struggle from guilt and viewing herself as a demon. The symbolism thats the design in her eyes resembling a lotus, a flower that comes thru from murky waters to bloom, and how the climax of her story is. also lol saki having to deal w/ stalker douma bc the nature breathing philosophy was *chefs kiss* to the man. 

“Through their experiences, hopes and strengths - pushing back the balance into their lives, the three who sobbed their hearts out learned how to be human again. “ is like one of my fave narrator lines from bittersweet i will scream aa.

OH YEAH NATURE BREATHING. i’m rlly happy with how it turned out. the forms being based on seasons was just to tie it in w/ nature, but it also meant the passage of time tied in w/ sumire wallowing despite it having been 4 years since Sayuri. blossoms of nightfall having two requirements, acceptance of life/death and to be mentally balanced w/ emotions, otherwise oop ur killed by ur own breath technique since you couldn’t accept nature lolol mother nature said fuck you.

I initially didnt ship inosuke w/ sumire (she was meant to be standalone) but my best friend liked the idea of the ship and i went with it. it turned out to be a perfect fit (oops). Inosuke is my comfort chara too so i loved writing him and diving deeper into how he is as a character when it comes to emotions, and him helping sumire who knows way too much abt how she feels to the point of lying abt it, vs Inosuke who’s got no damn clue what emotions are lol

I actually lowkey ship Sumire with Kanao too bc!! its cute too!! they have some cute moments in my fic and have a somewhat similar issue with different stories, and at certain points help each other out in a significant way. we stan.

i may simp for douma but he did play a major serious fitting role in the story and helped me connect sumi to an UM. Sumire getting beat up by douma in their first fight and getting spared intentionally mirroring what she does to herself mentally. denying him meaning she couldnt accept the nature philosophy. Accepting him at the end of the second battle was like unbinding her own chains after years of ptsd that took months to lessen, i was satisfied af with that conclusion u dont even know. feral blossoms of nightfall sumire badass too its what she deserves so lets take a moment to thank the stupid rainbow eye demon (he doesnt deserve it)

sumi @/ muzan abt douma rlly be like

Anyway. now that im done screaming into the void that didn’t scream back :( here’s some songs that relate to sumi

Song of Impurity - Hanyuu Maigo (hehe i made an animatic w/ that one) PERFECT MACHINE - STARSET FAULTLINE - STARSET (HEHEH CHECK OUT MY ANIMATIC 2...) Monster - STARSET Everglow - STARSET

speaking of animatics why does this oc one of mine have 27k views atm wha tht efuck

and a lot more starset songs actually can u tell i like starset?

[ashesonthefloor]

all that counts, is here and now (my universe will never be the same)

summary: Michael bumps into the cute pet store worker named Calum and develops a crush. hijinks and lots of pining ensue. did I mention this was a soulmate au? title taken from Glad You Came by the Wanted. part two can be found here, ao3 link here

content rating: PG-13 (cursing, a couple sex jokes because it’s Michael, and lots and lots of pining)

word count: 9488 in total with the second half

A/N: okay hello my long awaited fanfic is HERE. tumblr is homophobic so it’s split into two parts but both are completely done. big shoutout to both @clumsyclifford and @cliiffords for hyping me up. and ofc a major thank you to miss @calumcest who screamed w me about this and is reviving Malum w me. enjoy!

Michael was already running late. But Southy’s leash had broken five minutes into the walk, and he didn’t have a spare at home for him. So he stopped by the pet shelter that was, thankfully, right on his way. It was actually the same place he’d adopted Moose. He knew most of the workers - despite not being the biggest people person - and he got along with them quite well.

So it was that much more surprising when Michael grabbed his leash - green, to match the collar, Southy deserved to match - and headed up to the counter only to find a stranger. Correction, the most gorgeous, handsome, pretty, amazing stranger he’d ever seen in his entire life.

“Hi,” the stranger greeted in a surprisingly genuine customer service voice. “Did you find everything okay?”

“Uh,” Michael said, ever the eloquent speaker, as he shifted Southy slightly in his hold. “Yeah, thanks. Just needed a leash since Southy’s snapped.”

The stranger had just rung the leash up when he seemed to notice the dog. It was obvious when he saw him, because his face lit up and, if Michael was a sappy person, which he obviously wasn’t, he would’ve said his eyes sparkled. “Is this Southy?”

Michael nodded, shifting him yet again before holding him out to let the man pet him. It turned out to be the right choice as he watched him coo happily over the dog, letting Southy sniff his hand before giving him a good pet. The man - whose name was Calum, according to the name tag he was now at the right angle to notice - seemed to love dogs an awful lot for someone who worked with them.

“Hi, Southy. Are you enjoying your walk? It’s nice out today, I bet you are. I bet you’ll enjoy it more once your leash is all fixed,” Calum talked to the dog, before rubbing his head again before giving Michael another happy grin and god, Michael was pretty sure he was in love. His cheeks squished up when he smiled in a way that Michael had never seen before, and was confident he would never see again. Not only that, but it actually reached his eyes. He looks genuinely happy. “Thanks. I like getting to say hello to our real customers.”

Michael stared at him for just a beat too long before giving him a grin of his own. And maybe he was a little pink. Maybe. “Yeah, no problem. Southy’s pretty relaxed. I’m actually taking him to volunteer at a nursing home right now. Normally my friend is the one with him but I agreed to go this time.” Why did he tell him that? He talked too much.

Calum gave him another smile before smiling at Southy. “I’m sure he’ll be great at it. He seems like a good therapy dog. And just an all around good boy.”

Michael smiled a little more. Calum got it. “He’s trained to be that way.” He frowned suddenly. “Oh, fuck. I was already running late.” He pulled his phone out to glance at the time. “Oh fuck, now I’m really late.” He handed Calum some cash and took the leash when he handed it over. “Keep the change. Uh, nice to meet you, I’ve got to go.”

He turned and moved quickly towards the door, trying not to fumble in front of the cute stranger. He clipped the leash to Southy’s collar and hurried to the nursing home.

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As expected, Ashton wasn’t pleased with him for being so late. He’d given him the ‘we’re definitely talking about this later’ look, since he was with one of the residents and couldn’t exactly just start grilling him the way he wanted to. Which spared Michael the awkwardness of having to explain that his alarm hadn’t gone off and then Southy’s leash had broken - he still had no idea how that happened - and then he’d met the most handsome man he’d ever seen in his life who was going to be in his dreams for the next year at least.

“Do you want to explain why you were so late?” Ashton finally had a chance to ask when Southy was curled up on Ethel’s lap, her wrinkled hand shakily stroking his little head. Michael pulled his eyes away to look at Ashton.

“Not really.” Michael enjoyed being difficult sometimes.

“Okay. Explain why you were late and I had to keep everyone in the activity hall for an extra thirty minutes,” Ashton said, leaving much less room for argument. Michael was never sure if he hated it when he did that or if it was kind of amusing just how well he knew him.

“Sure, daddy.” Ashton aimed a kick at his leg, lowkey enough to be missed by the elderly residents. Michael managed to clumsily avoid it, dumb grin still on his lips. The nickname had come up at some point in their friendship and he’d never dropped it, much to Ashton’s chagrin. He was a little more resigned to it now, though he never really appreciated it. Especially at the place he was volunteering. With easily scandalized (probably, Michael wouldn’t really know) old people.

“So I got Southy and we left the apartment. And then his fucking-“ Ashton gave him a look. This was why Michael called him daddy “-leash snapped, so I had to stop by and get a new one. And then I met the love of my life. Ashton, he’s gorgeous. I’m pretty sure he could bench press me if he tried, he has the greatest biceps in the entire world. Better than yours, even. I know, we thought that was impossible. It’s not. And he wanted to pet Southy and he called him a good boy. So yeah, pretty sure he’s the love of my life and now I need to figure out how to propose. Is offering him my still beating heart a little outdated? Should I go with an engagement ring?”

Watching Ashton’s normally well-kept expression shift through like eight different emotions - and probably the four stages of grief - was just a testament to how ridiculous he was being. He considered it a personal achievement. His current record was nine different emotions. Of course, it was Ashton , so half of it was just in the eyes and eyebrows, but it counted.

“So he was cute?” Ashton finally answered, seeing through about nine layers of Michael’s descriptive, hyperbolic imagery. He wasn’t fun anymore.

“Very,” Michael agreed, glancing back over at Southy to make sure he was fine. He looked like he was living his best life with all the attention.

“And now you’re convinced he’s the love of your life?”

“Absolutely.”

Ashton nodded. “Three diamonds.”

“You think? I don’t want it to be flashy. Just something that says ‘hi, I’m in love with you, and your jawline is sharp enough to cut me, and I’d be honoured to let you bend me-”

“Michael,” Ashton warned, glancing over at Dorothy who was looking at them with some sort of amusement. At least she wasn’t scandalized? 

“Okay, okay. I’ll fill you in later, I guess, since you don’t love me.” Michael just gave him a small, dramatic little pout. Ashton was, unfortunately, immune.

“Or you can tell me how in love you’re in with this stranger now, minus all the graphic imagery,” Ashton pointed out, ever the reasonable party. Except when he liked someone. He was just as bad. Worse, Michael would say, but Ashton didn’t agree.

“Fine, fine. He’s gorgeous, Ashton. And he liked Southy. He called him a good boy.”

“Do you even know his name?” Ashton had been through all of Michael’s crushes on random strangers. 

“Calum,” Michael said, a little triumphantly, with a smug little smile.

“Does he know yours?”

Michael went to answer before pausing. He flushed a little. “Oh, fuck, I forgot to do that part. I was in such a hurry I didn’t even tell him my name.”

Ashton just looked at him for a moment. “Are you going to talk to him again?”

The obvious answer should’ve been yes, given that Michael was genuinely interested in getting to know him. And since he was the love of his life, of course. But he hesitated. It would seem weird to just start hanging around the pet shop now, wouldn’t it? He didn’t want to freak him out.

Ashton shook his head, clearly mildly exasperated by his best friend. “Alright, We’ll talk about it later.” He smiled, moving forward. “Ready for someone else to have a turn with Southy, Ethel?”

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“You should just talk to him if you like him that much,” Ashton said several days later, giving Michael a look that meant he really just knew him way too well.

“I don’t know. He probably forgot about me already.” Michael frowned, taking a bite of the pizza Ashton had been nice enough to order. He knew arguing with Michael was a bit pointless sometimes, so he’d learned to just give in and stop prolonging the inevitable. He loved him. 

“You won’t know unless you go see him. Besides, he still doesn’t know your name. What if he’s thinking about you too and hoping you swing by again?” Michael hated it when Ashton was reasonable. It was helpful, though. But he just liked being dramatic sometimes. 

“I don’t know...” Michael said, taking another bite of pizza. “How often do I really need to go to the pet store? Not that often. Wouldn’t it be weird if I just kept going? And what if he’s not there? There’s so many ways this could go wrong, Ashton, I can’t just keep going and hoping he’s there. That’ll kill my soul.”

“So you’re finally admitting you have one?” Ashton grabbed a slice of his own pizza - Michael still hadn’t managed to convince him that Hawaiian was the best, much to his own chagrin. Michael tried to punch his arm before letting out a much-longer-than-necessary-sigh and leaning back in his chair. “Really, Mikey, just go talk to him.” Ashton’s voice was much gentler this time, expression very knowing. Michael wasn’t sure if he hated it, or he appreciated it. “Tell him your name. Ask him out. I promise you it isn’t as scary as you think it is.”

Michael paused. “What if he says no? They have the best prices and they all know me. I can’t just switch pet stores to avoid him after he inevitably breaks my heart.”

“What happened to proposing? I thought he was the love of your life?” Why did Ashton have to have such a good memory? It was infuriating. “Seriously. Stop by, look at some dog toys, and see if he’s there. If he is, ask him on a date. It’s that simple. You won’t have to switch pet stores. He might say yes. If not, you just ignore him when you go in. It’ll be fine.”

Michael frowned. “Fine. Maybe. But first, I want to beat your ass in Call of Duty.” It wasn’t Michael’s favourite, but Ashton was horrible at it, so it was a little fun just to watch him struggle. They always ended up switching to Mario Kart or FIFA or something so Ashton’s little grandpa ass didn’t struggle so much. He was a nice friend. He loved him, really.

Ashton shrugged. “Sure. But I’ll just even the score later on.”

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Michael hesitated outside the door to the pet shop. He probably looked like a freak just standing there, trying to figure out whether it was worth it to go in or not. Eventually, he decided that it was. Maybe because he wanted to see his future husband again. Maybe because Ashton would keep annoying him if he didn’t. It was like a 60/40 split between the two.

He finally managed to work up enough confidence to actually go inside. He’d only stood there for a minute or two before he was greeted by the familiar customer service voice.

“Hi! Welcome to Paws and Claws. How can I help you?”

Michael turned to look at the absolute Adonis of a man who had occupied his thoughts since he’d first met him. He saw recognition on his face, and then Calum was smiling a little wider, a little more genuine.

“Glad to see you again! No puppy this time?”

“No,” Michael managed to get out. Had he fixed his hair before he came in? He didn’t think so. He really hoped he did. “He had to stay at home. I think he just wanted a nap.”

“What a shame! He was almost as cute as his owner.” Calum bent over to pick up a dog toy, and Michael definitely didn’t glance down. Calum walked over to put it away, and it wasn’t until then that his words registered and he flushed dark. “So what are you looking for?” Calum asked, looking over at him.

“Uh. They just need a new toy. One of them broke this morning.” Michael really needed to get his shit together. He was being embarrassing.

“Oh no! We can’t have that. What kind of toy do you want?” Why did Calum have to be so goddamn nice? Michael was dying. Or going to die. Or in the middle of dying.

“Anything, I guess. Southy and Moose really like to chew.”

“You have two dogs?” Calum beamed, looking at the array of toys to find a couple that would work.

“Yeah. Southy’s, uh, my ESA. And I wanted another one besides just him.” He wasn’t sure if he should say that. Some people were weird about it. Maybe Calum would think he was a freak now and would never accept his proposal.

“That’s sweet. Southy was really well behaved. And the more the merrier with dogs, I always say. I want another one.” Calum came back over to him. “Here’s some good ones! We’ve gotten some really good reviews on them, and we use them a lot for the dogs we have here.”

“You have a dog?” With how much Calum liked other people’s, he wouldn’t have expected that. It seemed like he was just getting his dog fix through other people. Interesting. “Oh, I only need one.”

Calum beamed. “Yeah. He’s staying with my sister since I just moved into a new apartment and had to work some things out with my landlord to let him stay. I miss him, though.” His cheeks did that cute squishy thing. Michael didn’t know how or why it happened but he was in love with it. “They’re buy one get one free right now. You could get a toy for each dog and make it fair.”

Michael nodded a little bit. “I get that. I get pretty upset if I’m separated from mine.” Poor Calum. He must really miss his dog. “That...yeah, okay.” He didn’t really need more toys. But Calum was a fantastic salesman so he couldn’t really turn him down. He’d already lied and said he needed toys, so why wouldn’t Calum try and sell him some? It made sense. It was fine. He’d just live in an apartment covered in dog toys.

“Perfect! I’ll ring you up.” He led him over to the counter with the toys, scanning both of them.

Now was Michael’s chance. He could tell him his name. And that he was in love with him. “Um. I’m Michael, by the way.”

Calum gave him a sweet smile. “I’m Calum.”

“I know. You’re wearing a name tag,” Michael pointed out. Which turned out to be the right thing to do since Calum flushed a little bit.

“Oh. Right. I forgot i was wearing it,” he said with an embarrassed little laugh. He gave Michael his total and Michael paid, taking the toys from him.

“You should bring your dogs by sometime. We have half off bathing next week.” He gave him another happy smile and gave him a flyer for the next week.

“Right. Yeah. I think I will. Moose could use a bath.”

Another smile. “Perfect. I’ll see you then.”

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“Isn’t he perfect?” Michael lamented to Ashton later on that evening. There was a long pause from the other side of the phone.

“He sounds great. Like you need to ask him on a date.”

“I can’t do that, Ash! I don’t even know if he likes me. And I can’t just ask him out while he’s at work. I’ll just have to love him from afar until I can propose.”

Ashton was quiet for a moment. “Just ask him out. It sounds like you really like him. More than all your other weird crushes. I think you should ask him out. Or at least see if he’d be interested in grabbing dinner or a coffee or something.”

Michael considered it. “I don’t know. Maybe? I don’t want to rush things. He probably doesn’t like me. I’ve just been an idiot in front of him.”

“You’re an idiot in front of everyone. That doesn’t mean he doesn’t like you.”

“But it probably does. He probably hates me.” Michael frowned. “You’re awful at comfort.”

“I know, it’s my main skill. Being horrible at comfort. I put it on all my resumés.” Michael could hear the smile in Ashton’s voice. He wanted to pretend it annoyed him. But the familiarity was kind of comforting.

“I’ve got to go, Mikey. But I’ll call you tomorrow, right? And you’re still working this weekend? I’ll see you then too.”

“Yeah, I am. Talk to you tomorrow, mate.”

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Michael slept in late the next morning. He always did on his days off. He groaned at the noise of his phone going off incessantly. He figured they’d stop calling. And really, there was only one person it could really be. Ashton was the only person that ever really called him. Because he was a fucking grandpa like that. Sometimes it was his mum but really, Ashton was more likely.

The third time he called, Michael finally picked up. “What?” He asked, sleepy and pissed about being woken up.

“Are you watching the news?”

“No. It’s fucking nine in the morning, who watches the news now? Old people. That’s who-“

“Michael, turn the TV on.”

“Ashton, it’s early-“

“I’m serious. You know soulmates?” Of course Michael did. Everyone had to hear about them. They were rare, but they existed. They were people who had what looked like tattoos, indicating who their soulmate was. Supposedly there were quite a few benefits, but no one could decisively say what they were for everyone, given that they were so rare there wasn’t much research they could do.

“No shit I do. What’s up with them?”

“Everyone has a soulmate now. Overnight, something happened. Everyone’s got tattoos and the entire world is up in flames trying to find their soulmate,” Ashton said, voice rushed. “There’s weird catches for some people. They’re saying- be quiet, just a minute.”

Michael’s eyes widened. Fuck. That was kind of a huge deal. He yanked the covers back - fuck, the air was cold. He regretted doing that immediately - and stumbled into the living room. He was pretty much entirely awake now, jolted into the life of the living by the news. He fumbled with the remote to turn the news on.

“-it seems that some people have tattoos of their soulmate’s names. But most people are getting tattoos representative of their soulmates. Something related to them, or something they treasure. There seems to be a catch, however, so that some people are only getting soulmate markings after meeting their soulmate. This is causing global panic as people begin to take time off to search for their soulmates-“

Michael stopped paying attention again. “Do you have one?” He practically demanded.

“I don’t know! I saw what was happening and called you first because I knew you were missing it.” Damn Ashton being a good friend.

“Well go look!”

“Aren’t you going to look for yours?”

“No, I already know I probably have, like, four. Everyone loves me. But you’re unlovable so it’s more important. I need to know it I was right about that.”

He could practically hear Ashton’s eye roll. The next time he spoke, it was echoey. He was in his bathroom. “I found mine,” he said, normally stable voice a little shaky. “It’s on my bicep.”

“Better than it being on your ass,” Michael pointed out.

“Yours will be on your ass if karma has anything to say about it,” Ashton quipped back.

“Hurry up. What is it?”

“It’s a lamington. It’s got writing on it, I think. Fuck. I can’t read it in the mirror.”

“You have a fucking lamington? Who loves lamingtons enough for that? Take a picture of it so you can see the words.” Which was a genius idea. Michael was a genius.

“Fine, give me just a-“

“Wait, don’t do that, just come over here and let me read it.”

There was a beat before Ashton answered. “What? Why? I can just find out now. What’s yours?”

“I haven’t looked yet. Just come over,” Michael practically pleaded. Not that he’d admit it.

Ashton seemed to recognize the tone of Michael’s voice, and that he wanted someone to be there when he looked. That he was scared he wouldn’t actually have a mark and everyone else would get their soulmates except for him.

“Fine. I’ll be there in ten.”

There was the click of the line as Ashton hung up and Michael was left alone again. The news reporters on the TV were the only thing filling the silence, still droning on about the ‘soulmate phenomenon’, as they were calling it. Michael didn’t care. He just wasn’t sure what he was going to do when he pulled his sweatshirt off and saw nothing but pale skin. He wasn’t going to have a soulmate mark. There was a heavy feeling in his gut that told him that. He wasn’t going to handle it well, and he’d ruin Ashton’s enjoyment of having a soulmate. He was an awful friend.

He was pulled out of his self deprecation By a knock at the door. And, dammit, why didn’t Ashton just walk in like Michael did? He walked over to the door to open the door and let Ashton in.

“I can’t believe you made me wait to figure out who my-“ Ashton started, only to be cut off by Michael.

“Yeah, yeah. Thanks for coming. How do you know where it is?”

“You mean what if it’s on your ass?” Damn Ashton and that smug little smile. He thought he was funny. And okay, maybe it was, but Michael had said it first.

“Fuck off. I mean really.”

“You look, Mikey. I didn’t just magically know where mine was. You have to go somewhere with a mirror and look. Since I’m here now you could just strip, but the mirror option might leave me with my sight intact.”

“Fuck off-“

“You said that already.”

“You’re not getting a strip show for free anyway.” So with that Michael made his way to the bathroom. Passive (and completely pretend) annoyance gave him the energy necessary to lock the door and strip off his sweatshirt. He looked at himself in the mirror, hair messy and sticking up everywhere, and bags under his eyes. Really, fuck Ashton Irwin - and the universe - for waking him up so early.

As far as he could see, there wasn’t a soulmate mark. Not on his neck, or his face. He was still in his shirt, rumpled from sleeping in it, and it made it harder. But he just had that terror, that he would be blank. The entire world was getting soulmates and he was going to be blank. He’d be a freak. He didn’t want to be left out. Especially not on this.

God. He was alone. He didn’t have a soulmate. He was starting to come to grips with that, alone in the bathroom. Fuck. He should’ve just let Ashton break it to him. He could be nice. But this way he could have his breakdown in private. He gripped the sides of the sink, ready to curl down into himself and maybe never come back out. He started leaning down when he froze. Right there, on his forearm, was the mark. He slowly let go of the sink, bringing his arm up in quiet amazement to stare at it.

Holy fuck. He had a soulmate. Out there in the world, somewhere, living, breathing, existing, was his soulmate. Someone was meant for him. He brushed the pad of one finger over it gingerly, as if to test if it was real. It didn’t come off. Which was a good sign.

After affirming that it was real, that he really had a soulmate, he focused on the design. Which was...yeah. That was a thing. It was a happy dog sitting down, his tail mid wag, with numbers right beneath him reading 1251996. That was helpful. He definitely didn’t know anyone that connected to the tattoo. So his soulmate existed, he just didn’t know where they were. Great.

He yanked the door open and came out to look at Ashton. “I have a tattoo,” he said, a little gleefully.

“No shit. What is it?”

“It’s a dog with some weird numbers.”

“Show me.” Ashton held his arm once Michael offered it, looking at the tattoo. “Shit. We’ve got soulmates. Do you know anyone-“

“No. I’ve never seen the dog in my life and I have no idea what the numbers mean. Is my soulmate a fucking prisoner?”

“I don’t know. You’ve had it for all of an hour, don’t be so negative. I’m sure you’ll find your soulmate. Maybe you’ll get a nice tingle when you meet him-“

“Shut up, Ashton. What’s yours say?”

Ashton rolled his short sleeve up to reveal the tattoo. Like he’d said, it was a lamington, with sweet intricate letters on top of it.

“Luke,” Michael read aloud. “It says Luke.”

“Do you think that’s his name?” Ashton asked, looking surprisingly soft and vulnerable. No wonder. This was his soulmate.

“Yeah. Probably. You’re in love with some guy named Luke. Do you know anyone named Luke?”

Ashton shook his head. “No. I don’t.” He frowned a little.

“At least you’ve got it easy. You can just pop in places and try and find someone named Luke with a tattoo with stuff about you. How am I supposed to find the owner of the dog?”

“We could make a flyer?” Ashton suggested. Always so reasonable. “I’m sure there are groups online for it. We can join those. We’ll find you your soulmate, Mike, I promise.”

Michael nodded, comforted by Ashton’s ever present ability to come up with plans. It sounded like a good one, anyway. “Want to order a pizza?”

Ashton laughed. “Is that the only thing on your mind? Yeah, I guess. But I can always go grab it, the place is just around the corner.”

“You just want to look for Luke.” Michael pouted. Ashton flushed. So he wasn’t wrong.

“Yeah, but I can grab you some of those sweets you like from the bakery?”

Michael perked up immediately. “The sugar buns?” They were like heaven, sweet balls of dough rolled in some magical kind of sugar. He was addicted to them.

“Yeah. Those. I’ll be back in fifteen. Unless you want to come?” Ashton offered, though he seemed skeptical. And rightly so.

Michael crinkled his nose. “And deal with people? Absolutely not. Shoo, peasant. Go get me my pizza.”

Ashton just laughed his way out the door, leaving Michael back alone with his thoughts. About his soulmate. He had honestly no idea who it could be. His dating life had been rough lately. And by rough, he hadn’t actually seen anyone in over a year. Life just hadn’t really made any room for it. He’d focused his energy on his fleeting crushes. Soft brown eyes and squishy cheeks and a smile that made him feel warm inside drifted back into his thoughts. Calum. He wondered what Calum was feeling at the moment. They’d only talked a handful of times now. He wasn’t his soulmate. Calum probably had someone taller. More attractive. More deserving of him.

That was a little depressing. He sighed, frowning and slumping against the couch. He wished he’d actually gone with Ashton and braved the people just so he didn’t have to be alone with his thoughts. His phone buzzed, loud in the silence, against the coffee table where he’d left it. He answered it, a little unsure why he was being called.

“Hello?”

“Hey. I found him, Mike. I found him.”

“Found who, Ashton?” Why did he choose now to not explain?

“Luke.” Oh. Oh. Fuck. He’d found his soulmate-

“Already?! How the fuck is that even possible?”

“He works at the bakery. He said- he was saying lamingtons were his favourite of what they offered, and I asked his name. He said it’s Luke. He offered to tell me his tattoo once he gets off. He gets off in fifteen minutes-“

“Go,” Michael said, once there was a pause in Ashton’s excited and slightly frantic words. “Go find out his tattoo. Spend some time with him. I’ll just go pick up the pizza and have some time to think.”

“Are you sure? I can always come back after and just get his number.”

“I’m sure, Ash. He sounds nice. You’d do the same for me. I’m happy for you. Really. Go bond with him. Romance him. Take him out for dinner. Really woo him and give me the good details tomorrow.”

There was a pause, before a relieved. “Thank you. I’ll call tomorrow, I swear. Talk later.” Before there was a click, indicating that Ashton had left him for his lover.

That was fast. Ashton had already found his soulmate. Michael wondered, idly, what it felt like. To know who you belonged with. At least he knew someone out there belonged with him. It was just a matter of finding them.

He’d maybe look for one of the online groups that Ashton had suggested later. For now, he was going to pick up his pizza and enjoy it, even if he was stuck by himself. So he grabbed his keys (he wouldn’t forget them now, not after having locked himself out four times since moving in) and pulled his sweatshirt back on for extra protection before trudging outside.

It was gorgeous out, a crisp feeling in the air indicating the turning of seasons coming soon. Michael wasn’t sure if he should feel elated or not. He was all mixed up inside, and didn’t know where to begin sorting it out. Normally, he talked to Ashton and he helped him begin untangled the complicated web of his emotions. But he was currently occupied. So he’d have to do it himself. Or ignore it and wait. Which sounded much better at the moment.

He almost tripped over a dog, since he had his hoodie up over his head, having to stumble a bit to catch his balance.

“Sorry! Rocko likes getting in peoples way. Are you okay?” The stranger walking said dog asked immediately. Though, there was something familiar about his voice that had his gut churning. In a good or a bad way, Michael couldn’t decide.

He looked up from beneath his hoodie, shocked to see Calum standing there. Calum from the pet store. Recognition dawned on Calum’s face and he gave him a happy smile. “Hey!” Calum said, tone just as happy. “It’s good to see you again.”

“Yeah, it’s good to see you too.” Michael gave him a smile, albeit a slightly strained one. Couldn’t he see he was having a crisis? And mourning what could have been between them? Calum was gorgeous and loved dogs and seemed so nice. He could’ve been his soulmate. But he was stuck with a stupid prisoner or something. Not that he minded too much. Any soulmate was good. Any at all. As long as they weren’t, like, a murderer or something. That would be pretty bad.

“How have you been? All the news this morning has been crazy. I think my phone’s been blowing up since before I woke up.” Calum’s face squished up in that weirdly endearing way that happened when he smiled sometimes. It definitely didn’t make Michael’s chest flip around. Or his heart flutter. He wasn’t sappy like that. He had a soulmate somewhere.

“Mine too. My friend Ashton called me like eight times to make me wake up at nine am just so I could watch the news.” Which was fair, actually. It was a monumental event. Ashton was nice to not let Michael sleep through it. Not that he’d ever say that out loud. He knew anyway. “Then he was rude enough to offer to order pizza and then ditch me to find his soulmate.”

Calum laughed and, wow, that was Michael’s new favourite sound. It did something absolutely weird to his belly that he didn’t understand at all. It was like some sort of flip floppy butterfly thing. He didn’t entirely hate it. “At least you didn’t sleep through it! I feel so bad for all the people without marks. I hope they end up with them eventually, if that’s what they want.” He paused, gaze focusing on Michael. “Do you have a mark?” Before Michael could try and figure out what to say, Calum was waving it off. “Sorry, Sorry. That’s awfully personal. You said you’re grabbing pizza, right? From Alfredo’s around the corner, by any chance?”

Michael didn’t even know what to think about all of that. Did Calum have a soulmate? Had he found them already? He really didn’t know. And he especially didn’t know why he was so fucking attached to the guy from the pet store who reminded him of a puppy. “Yeah, actually. They make the greatest pizzas. It’s a crime to order anywhere else if you can avoid it.”

Calum grinned, face doing that squishy-cheek thing again. “That’s right on my way! I can walk with you, if you’d like?”

And yeah. That sounded really nice to Michael. Of course he’d like. “Sounds good to me.” It sort of hit him then, that this was Calum’s dog. And he felt his heart sink right down into his gut where it died. There was no chance for him to be his soulmate now. Not at all. Rocko, the giant German Shepard he was walking, didn’t match the clearly small dog tattooed on his arm. At least it was still covered by his sweatshirt so they didn’t have to make awkward chit chat about it. “It’s great weather outside for dog walking,” Michael said, just because he was a masochist and enjoyed causing himself pain.

“It really is. I think Rocko will actually be worn out, which is an impressive feat. He’s hard to wear out sometimes. He’s young, so he has more energy.”

Michael nodded. He was still, irrationally, hurt that the love of his life, this man he’d talked to maybe three times, wasn’t his soulmate. Who the fuck else could it be? He hadn’t met anyone new in the last few weeks. Oh fuck. What if it was a customer? He’d met plenty of those. God, that would suck so bad. It would be so much harder to find his soulmate that way. And he’d have to hate them because they were a customer. “I don’t have that problem, really. I just have small dogs so they’re easy to wear out.”

“Southy,” Calum remembered, pleased with himself. “And...oh fuck, don’t tell me. I’ll remember it.” He paused for a moment, presumably to think. “Moose! Moose moose moose.”

Michael smiled despite himself and his insistence on staying in a foul mood. It was sweet that he actually remembered his dogs’ names. “Yeah. That’s them.”

“And Southy’s your ESA. Right. I remember.”

Michael just nodded a little bit. Calum had a good memory. Much better than his, his was shit. Except for when it came to whoever’s turn it was to order pizza, or Ashton’s mistakes. “Yeah.”

“He’s the good boy.” Calum smiled at him, and Michael’s stomach started doing somersaults. Not his heart. That was too cheesy.

“Yeah. He is.” Michael was an idiot. He sounded like a broken record. Couldn’t he find something else to say other than yeah?

“How did the nursing home go? That was where you were taking him, right?”

Damn Calum and his genius memory. “Yeah, it was. And it went really well. The old people really like him. I could do without the old women trying to squeeze my face, though.”

Calum laughed and oh, okay, maybe being a dork was a little worth it if he got reactions like that. “My friend’s grandma does that a lot. I get it. They mean well but, man, my poor face!”

All too soon, they ended up reaching Alfredo’s. Michael hadn’t bumped into him too far away from it and there wasn’t a good way for him to drag the conversation out any longer. Not without being painfully obvious, at least. He gave Calum a slightly reluctant smile. “Right. Here we are I guess.”

“Alright, well, enjoy your pizza! I’ll see you soon?” Calum seemed pretty genuine about it. But he always did. So who knew if he was being real.

“Yeah, hopefully.” Hopefully? Yeah again? Michael was an idiot. “Uh. See you.” He went into Alfredo’s, regretting every single thing he’d said in his entire life, and his own birth.

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Michael decided against going in to see Calum again for a while. He needed proper time to process. And think about his soulmate. Ashton had helped him look online for his. They’d had no luck so far. No one had anything relating to Michael at all. Which sucked.

“Maybe it’s defective,” he’d said one day, backwards on the couch with his head hanging over the edge while Ashton scoured the internet in search of Michael’s soulmate. “Maybe I really don’t have one and this is just a cruel trick.”

“Or maybe you’re dramatic and we just haven’t found them yet.” Damn Ashton. Not even letting him whine.

They’d continued looking, but nothing had come up. Luke, though, was nice. Michael had gotten to meet him about a week after the day him and Ashton had meet. He was sweet, if not a little awkward. He worked at the bakery, though, so more often than not he brought sweets to Ashton and sometimes he’d let Michael have some. He was pretty great.

Ashton was happy. He could see it in the smitten way he looked at Luke when he thought he wasn’t looking. In the way he smiled in that fond way he reserved just for him when Luke was rambling on about something, in the way he reassured him when Luke got embarrassed afterward. And Michael was happy for him, really. But he was a little jealous inside somewhere, just because it had been so easy for him. He’d found Luke right after he’d gotten his soulmate mark. There was no worry, no feeling like part of you was wandering out in the world with no way to track it down. He had it easy. And Michael thought that that might make it harder for Ashton to understand what he was going through.

Michael didn’t really know how to explain the feeling. It was just sort of...wrong. Like his heart ached all the time for someone he didn’t know and had never met but somehow he knew he was missing. It felt like he’d lost some part of himself somehow and that was just the scariest part of the whole thing. Because he was still Michael, nothing had changed about that. Except for the tattoo. Ashton seemed to sense that he needed to be left alone about it, so he didn’t tease too much. He was nice, gave him enough distance to process but not so much that he felt unsupported. Michael was grateful. But he was frustrated.

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He almost managed to put Calum out of his mind entirely. For the time being, at least. He was so wrapped up in his feelings and his mini spiral and focusing on his soulmate and how weird it felt not being around him, he didn’t have much time or mental energy leftover to dwell on the guy who was still pretty much a stranger.

That all came crashing down the following week, when him and Ashton worked another shift together. They’d worked at the coffee shop together for close to two years. Ashton, being the person he was, had eventually become manager. A position that he didn’t mind so much but Michael liked to poke fun at. Because he was nice.

“Have you seen him again?” Ashton asked, between handing a coffee to a customer with a smile and taking another order. “Calum?”

“No,” Michael grumbled, frowning as he grabbed a cup to make another drink. “Why would I?”

“You said you were in love with him. Why aren’t you at least figuring out if he’s your soulmate?” Ashton glanced over at him. “I need another iced mocha with extra whip.”

Michael sighed, looking at him. “Because he’s definitely got a soulmate that isn’t me. I can feel it Ashton. In my soul. He’s not interested in me and I’ll have to just scrap the proposal and suck it up.”

“You don’t know that. You could always ask him. I need an iced mocha with extra whip.”

“But I do. I don’t have to ask to know that. And why would I bother making a fool of myself when I already know that he’s got another soulmate somewhere?”

“Michael. Iced mocha. Extra whip. And you don’t know that, you’d just rather not ask than-“

Michael didn’t catch anything else he said. He’d finally started on the stupid coffee - which, really, it was more sugar than coffee so he hoped whoever fucking ordered it enjoyed their sugary heart attack at one pm on a Tuesday - when he’d glanced up. And that was an awful idea. Because the next person who entered the shop, complete with the little jingle of the bell over the door, was Calum.

“Welcome to Great Awakenings,” Ashton started in once Calum approached the counter. “What can I get you?”

Michael was staring. Openly. So when Calum smiled and looked over at him, he ducked down beneath the counter to try and avoid looking like an idiot. The only problem was, he spilled the jug of milk he’d been using for the mocha over his head. Ashton heard the clang of the metal hitting the floor and turned to look with a frown, taking in Michael on the floor covered in milk.

“Michael?” He asked, slightly startled. Michael wasn’t even sure how he ended up in this situation. The only explanation he could come up with was that the universe obviously hated him. First, introducing him to Calum and then not making him his soulmate. And now this. He was going to have to fight the universe. He was pulled out of his burning embarrassment by Ashton’s voice. “You go take your break. I think I’ve got an extra shirt or two in my car. I’ll...finish up here.”

Michael stood, chancing only the slightest glance at Calum with his face burning and completely drenched in milk, before he trudged out the back to Ashton’s car in search of a clean shirt and his dignity.

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Michael never did bother talking about it. Ashton had put two and two together and, after a couple unsuccessful attempts at asking, dropped the subject all together. Well...for all of four days, at least. That seemed to be Ashton’s limit, since he brought it up again when he’d invited Michael out to grab coffee. Somewhere else other than their work, thankfully. He’d invited Luke to join, with Michael’s approval, since they were trying to work out their dynamic. Which was fine. Everything was fine. He was running late, which gave Ashton the perfect opportunity to try and lecture him.

“Why don’t you just ask him, Mike? You’re sitting around making yourself miserable. The least you can do is ask and actually have a reason for being miserable.”

“Ew. Don’t call me that. And I’m not going to ask him because I already fucking know the answer and I’m not embarrassing myself for the second time in front of him. You don’t get it. Just because everything’s perfect for you and Luke doesn’t mean it’s perfect for everyone else.” Michael regrets his words as soon as he sees something like hurt flash across Ashton’s face. He doesn’t like feeling guilty. Or hurting Ashton’s feelings. It’s...difficult to do, and Michael should’ve been better at avoiding it considering how long they’d been friends. “I didn’t mean it like that,” he said, voice softer. “I just mean...you found your soulmate fifteen minutes after getting your mark. And that’s great. I’m happy for you. But it’s not like that for me. I’m..still looking. We haven’t had any luck finding whoever I’m supposed to be with. There’s no point in assuming it’s Calum.”

Before Ashton can give what would probably be an annoyingly reasonable answer, Luke makes his way over. He kind of reminds Michael of a newborn calf. Long legs and a little bit awkward. He smiled, with the same smitten look Ashton always gave him, and sat next to him, pecking his cheek. Gross. “Hey, what did I miss?”

“Michael is lamenting about his lack of soulmate. And how he won’t ask the man he insists is the love of his life what his soulmate mark is.” Michael glared daggers at Ashton, offended that he’d reveal such personal information to anyone. What a jerk.

“Oh. Why don’t you just ask him?” Luke asked, tilting his head.

“Because they’ve only talked four times and Michael insists that it isn’t helpful. Because he obviously already has a soulmate.” Ashton sipped his coffee with a disconcertingly knowing look. He didn’t like that look on him. Not at all.

“You don’t know that, though,” Luke pointed out, lips pulling into a frown. “I thought Ashton did too, until I found out he didn’t. Who is this guy?”

“His name’s Calu-“

“If you tell him, Ashton, I’m not coming to your wedding and I’m never going to cover a shift for you ever again-“

Luke looked startled at the revelation. “Calum? Like, pet store Calum?”

It was Michael’s turn to be shocked. “Wait, you know him?”

Luke’s startled expression didn’t shift. “Yeah, he’s my best friend.” He stared at Michael for a very long moment. “Oh my god. What is it?”

Michael felt lost in like eight different ways. He didn’t even know where to begin. “What is what?”

“Your mark. What is it?”

That really didn’t help Michael’s confusion at all. He just felt worse. “It’s a dog. With some weird numbers. I don’t see what that has to do-“

“Oh my god. Oh my god,” Luke said, shaking his head. “You’re both so stupid. So fucking stupid.”

Michael frowned. That wasn’t very nice. “What’s wrong with you-“

“He’s got two dogs. And a strand of numbers.” Luke looked at him, expression somewhere between incredulous and pained.

And oh. Oh. Oh. That changed...a lot of things. “But how do you know it’s him? We could be wrong about it. Maybe it’s not...maybe it’s...”

“Where is your mark? Can I see it?” Michael didn’t like showing it off much. But Luke was sweet and trying to help so he rolled up his sleeve. “Oh my god. Oh my fucking god. That’s Duke.”

“Who’s Duke?” Ashton chimed in, though his smug expression said he already knew. Michael wasn’t even sure he actually wanted to know.

“Calum’s dog. He loves him to death. You both are so- he saw your mark on that group for people who haven’t found their soulmates but he thought you didn’t like him. When he saw you getting at the coffee shop, he was going to tell you, but after you ducked down to get away from him, he figured that you probably didn’t like him and wanted to pretend he wasn’t your soulmate.”

The new information sent him reeling. It took him a couple of moments to process before his brain was capable of functioning again. “I thought his dog was Rocko,” he finally said, a little dumbly.

Luke shook his head. “That’s his neighbor’s dog. He agreed to take him on a walk after she had to go visit her mum in the hospital.”

Michael was silent for another couple of moments. “So he doesn’t hate me?”

“No, he thought you hated him. He was excited.”

Another few moments of silent contemplation. “I’ll be right back. I have an...errand to run.” He pushed back from the table and left, leaving his iced coffee on the table.

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❝ book of beasts: the hunt ❞ pjm ― m.

― summary: every decade, your village holds a hunt to find a legendary white stag which live in the surrounding forest. in recent years, the hunt has become harder as the population of white stags have declined. this year is your first time participating.

white stag!jimin/reader | mythical shifter!au | fluff, smut, light angst | 8k ↬ content warnings: magic elements, loss of virginity, graphic cunnilingus, soft jimin, reader lowkey wants it rough but jimin wants 2 be soft

a/n: second installment of the book of beasts! this is white stag shifter!jimin! if you’re unaware, the first was hypothermia! you can find it on the series ml.

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The bells chimed in the village, signifying noon ─ all citizens were to gather together in the village center. You wrapped your worn cloak around your shoulders and ventured out.

It wasn’t long ago that you were even allowed to attend the town meetings, only those of age being allowed to be there. Children were to stay home or to be playing off in the outskirts of the village in the fields.

The ground beneath your feet was dead and cold, a sign that winter was coming. You knew the village elders would be announcing the Hunt. Just as you had been too young for town meetings, you were to young to attend the last Hunt.

The air had a certain chill to it and you pulled your cloak tighter around your frame. You could already see the crowd of people, surrounding the water well that was in the center of the village ─ your source of water and also a sort of landmark.

“The meeting will now begin,” An elderly man by the name of Dowon, the appointed village head. You hadn’t had much extended with him, he was a very busy man but from what you knew of him, he was a cold and calculated person who only showed warmth for the village children.

There was a time before you were an adult that he had offered you candy and smiled at you. Now, you only received hard stares from him. It was saddening but, that was the life in your village.

“Now that we are all gathered,” He began, scanning over the small crowd of people. “As you all know...it is nearing time for the Hunt. With just a week to prepare, I am aware there are a few new additions to the Hunt. I would like to take a moment to address what will take place.”

You knew a little bit of the tradition but the adults were always rather quiet about the details.

“For generations,” Dowon began, clasping his hands behind his back as he spoke. “Every decade, we hunt for a creature whom has always blessed us with good fortune. The legendary white stags which take refuge in the Sol Forest that surrounds our village.”

The white stag.

Legend has it that the founder of your village, while the neighboring towns and cities were waging war, he came in contact with a beautiful young woman in the forest who promised eternal protection if he could find and hunt a white stag and present it to her.

Since then, the tradition was passed down and now the white stag was seen as a form of protection and prosperity. If you hunted the stag, you would live safely and happily for another decade.

There were times when people would leave the village, refusing to believe in the existence of such a creature that brought such good things. Sometimes people just couldn’t let themselves fall prey to something that could be a hoax.

You, however, had never once doubted the stag.

Recalling a time when you were young, you had been eavesdropping from outside an open window listening to your parents talk.

“The population of stags is depleting,” You mother had whispered, sounding almost nervous. “One day there will be no more,”

“Don’t say that, Isaura,” You father had hissed, making your mother sigh.

“You cannot ignore the facts,” She had argued. “What will happen when the stags no longer exist? ____ may never get the chance to see one for herself.”

Your young self felt heartbroken at her words.

You would never be able to witness the beautiful creature you grew up hearing tales about?

Before you could even hear the end of your parents’ conversation, you were taking off into the forest. It wasn’t anything new, every child had played in the forest some time or another. With both your parents working and no friends to speak of, you often played by yourself.

The sun had been high in the sky and with it raining the previous night, causing the leaves and grass to shimmer and sparkle.

You should have expected to get lost. While you had played in the forest, it was always in places near the village. This time, however, you have traveled much deeper and before you knew it, when you looked around it was nothing but tall trees with overgrown canopies; effectively blocking out the sunlight that once flitted through.

It was silent and still and fear began to settle into your heart, causing it to pound in your chest.

You spun in circles, desperately trying to make heads or tales of where you were, which way you came from, and where to go. The sound of a twig snapping had you shrieking, your voice echoing through the trees, scaring some birds out of their nests.

“Are you okay?” A small voice startled you even more but when you went to run, you found yourself face first in some dirt which finally made tears burst from you.

“Oh no!” The small voice was closer this time and when you looked up, you came face to face with a baby-faced boy with messy black hair about your age. You instantly stopped crying, simply sniffing when he grabbed your elbow and helped you sit up. “I didn’t mean to scare you,”

“Wh-Who are you?” You asked, standing up beside him, looking him up and down.

He was wearing all white, an oversized fleece sweater and nicely fitting pants but no shoes. His clothes were shockingly unstained despite obviously wandering through the woods.

“My name is Jimin,” He smiled, holding his hand out for you to shake. “I live around here with my parents,”

“Oh, I didn’t know people lived in the woods,” He furrowed his brows for a moment, looking confused but then it changed and shrugged with a smile on his face. “Do you know the way back to Sol Village?”

“Sol?” He parroted, looking around a few times, humming. “It’s that way! Come on, I’ll walk you there!”

“So what’s it like living in the forest? It’s scary further away from the village,” You spoke as you followed behind him, stepping over branches and puddles.

“Well, I was born here so it’s not scary to me!” He replied, holding a branch down for you to step over easily. “I get to play in the trees and stuff all day so it’s fun for me!”

“That sounds cool, I guess,” You responded, falling silent for a split second before speaking again. “We play in the fields and stuff, we’re not really allowed in the forest,”

“Then what were you doing in there?” Jimin asked, though he didn’t sound like he was scolding you at all ─ more curious.

You shrugged, sighing. “I heard Mama and Pa talking about how the white stags are almost gone a-and I wanted to see if I could find one myself. It’ll be years before I get to hunt and what if by then there’s no more!”

Jimin stopped short, making you bump into his back. You stared at him from behind, watching as his shoulder rose and fell with a long sigh before he turned to look at you.

“The stags are leaving,” He responded, making your heart hurt with the admission. “But not only from the Hunt but because they’re leaving...for their own safety. W-They don’t want to die,”

His last words struck you and that was when it fully hit you that the Hunt wasn’t just a tradition to bring fortune and health to the people ─ it was the killing of an animal and they were running so they could live. For as long as you could remember, the people of Sol never once used the term death for the Hunt.

“You should be able to make it back on your own now, I’m not allowed to go any further,” Jimin said, offering you an almost sad smile. “Just go straight ahead and as the trees thin, the village will come into view.”

“Thank you, Jimin,” You looked up at him and smiled genuinely. However, before you could take a step away, he grabbed your arm.

“I didn’t get your name,”

“_____,”

“_____,” He repeated, nodding and smiling once again but this time, it was sad. “Listen, I have a favor...consider it repayment for helping you get back to your home,”

“Okay,” You couldn’t argue with that. You technically did owe him now.

“When you’re able to hunt,” He swallowed thickly. “The night before...I’d like you to come back into the forest. If you head north of your village, following the treeline, you’ll come across a willow tree. You won’t be able to miss it. When you find it, head straight into the forest from that tree. If you continue straight on, you’ll be lead right to a clearing.”

“Why would I do that?” You asked, not understanding the point of going to so much trouble. Why would this repay him?

“I want to speak to you that night. When we’re both older ─ so I can show you something really special,” You stared right into his eyes, deep and dark but holding childlike innocence before nodding. “I hope that you’ll remember. It’s very important.”

“Okay Jimin,” You agreed softly, looking down at the forest floor before back up at him, this time with conviction. “North of the village following the treeline, there’s a willow tree, and if I go straight in...you’ll meet me at the clearing,”

“Exactly,” He beamed, and this time his smile caused his eyes to disappear. “I’ll be waiting. Just 10 years,”

“10 years,” You repeated.

10 years.

That night you told your parents of the boy who lived in the forest. You mother quickly squashed those ideas by telling you there were no people in the forest, that perhaps the spirit of the stag had led you home.

You went to sleep confused.

Until your Mother’s death, she had been convinced you had made the whole thing up, chalking it up to childlike imagination and wonder. You didn’t bother trying to convince her.

“The Hunt is set to take place in just 3 days,” You tuned back in to Dowon speaking, announcing that that full moon was coming ─ thus commencing the Hunt.

The walk home was chilly, with dead leaves cracking beneath your feet with every step. You smiled kindly at the children who began to rush back home at the sound of the evening bell.

Inside the comfort of your home, you sat at your kitchen table and sighed.

Tomorrow night, you could go to the willow and meet Jimin.

The day of the hunt caused the village to be more lively than it had been in years. Newly of-age men and women were celebrating with home-made feasts they’d been saving up for all year; using their finest meats and vegetables while also partaking in a glass or two of wine.

The children of the village were allowed to celebrate, though they would be confined to their houses to be watched over by elders ─ those too old to participate. Chances are, most of them would be restless as they awaited to the return of their parents and siblings.

You, however, remained in your home just waiting for night to fall. You watched out your window as happy families laughed and sang songs of celebration together.

As night descended upon the village, you slipped your cloak over your shoulders, pulling the hood up to hopefully disguise yourself. It’s not that you weren’t allowed out during the night, although there was a curfew, but you didn’t particularly want people in your business as you went.

You rounded your house, keeping to the shadows.

Your house was a little bit aways from the busy center of town, in fact you lived closer to the outskirts. It had always been your preference, much quieter and you enjoyed looking into the forest.

Sol Forest, ever since that time you met Jimin, had been a been a source of interest to you. Many times, when you passed by a window in the night, you could swear you saw him standing on the treeline. But when you took a second look, there was no one.

At first it scared you, but before long it became fun to see when you would spot him.

When you tried to tell you mom that the forest boy visited you, she was convinced you had an imaginary friend so you just dropped it.

You knew what you saw and that’s all that mattered.

You managed to sneak past all the houses, not arousing any suspicion from the families inside. The moon was high in the air, casting light as you followed the treeline, allowing sufficient light for you to see the willow tree. Truth be told you had never been this way in your life, and it was a little unsettling. However, young Jimin’s voice begging to see you the night before the Hunt festered in your mind, making you persevere.

Finally, you came to a stop.

It was there.

Among tall oak trees was an incredibly out of place willow tree that seemed to almost radiate heat from it. Gently, you placed your hand against it and gasped; the tree had energy. You ripped your hand away, holding it to your chest, feeling your nerves almost buzzing.

A twig snapped, causing you to jerk your head to the right. Your eyes widened as you saw it; a white stag.

It’s antlers were magnificent and it seemed to almost glow. It stopped, locking eyes with you, one of its delicate ears twitching in your direction. Then, right before your eyes, it began to walk straight from the tree, exactly where you were meant to go.

Hurrying off, you rounded the tree to head into the forest, following after the creature. There was a path, overgrown and clearly unused, but it was still there. You lifted the ends of your dress, stepping over twigs and the like. Although there was natural light from the sky, with the treetops causing gaps of darkness, you had to be extra careful not to trip.

When you finally stepped foot in the clearing, there was no sign of the stag at all. That, however, quickly disappeared from your mind as you looked around; the grass in the clearing was fresh, plush green grass ─ as if it were spring. You crouched down and gently touched it, making you realize how warm the ground was beneath you as well.

“This clearing is connected through magic to the willow tree,” A voice had you squeaking out of fright, throwing you off balance and making you land on your butt.

“Wha-” Looking up, you were face to face with a beautiful man. “Jimin,”

“Ah, you remember my name too,” He grinned, making his eyes disappear. “I was afraid you wouldn’t show up,”

“What did you mean by magic?” You asked, watching as he took a seat in front of you.

“Well,” He hummed, playing with a blade of grass. “The tree is...a source of life for the stags in this forest. We all gather here for energy,”

“...We?” You whispered, making him look up with a smile.

“We...the stags,” He explained, keeping his tone calm and gentle.

“You...How are you a stag?” You furrowed your brows, leveling him with a firm stare.

“I can show you,” He offered, standing up. “There’s a book my kind have kept for centuries, you can read it if you’d like.”

He held his hand out for you to take. You hesitated for a split second but ultimately decided to give it a shot. When you placed your hand in his, the same energy that zapped in your system at the willow tree. He smiled when you yanked your hand back in shock.

“Follow me,” He said softly, turning his back to you to begin walking into the dense trees that surrounded the clearing.

He almost seemed to glow as you followed behind him, a halo of golden light surrounding his body. He was graceful, holding his head high with his shoulders squared ─ looking absolutely regal.

Trailing behind him in silence, you held the hem of your dress up as you walked, not wanting to get snagged on anything. You had no idea how much time passed as you walked, simply following paths through dense trees, leaves crunching beneath your feet behind the only sound. It took you a moment to realize how gracefully Jimin was walking, making virtually no noise ─ not even the leaves or sticks crunched beneath his feet.

Finally, you came to another clearing; this one didn't hold the same energy as the other one, however, it did hold a small, quaint little cottage. In front of the windows were small flower boxes, filled with pink and purple flowers you didn't have the knowledge to identify. There was a gentle glow coming from one of the windows, the others dark. It deemed almost like a beacon in the otherwise dark forest.

"You live here?" You asked, finally breaking the reigning silence that had been hanging over the two of you.

"Yes," He chuckled, looking behind his shoulder as he opened the front door to his home. "Did you expect me to live among the wildlife?"

"Do you want a serious answer?" You teased, smiling easily as you accepted his invite inside.

It was warm and you undid the golden button on your cloak, letting it slide off to hang on a little hook beside the door.

"Come," The young man beckoned you deeper into his home.

In the living area, there was a bookcase. Scanning the various novels on the shelves, you were shocked to see such a variety of books; romance, mystery, even journals you could only assume he wrote himself. Books were a luxury that were rarely available in Sol or really anywhere, so you were quite curious as to how he had amounted such a trove of literature.

Before you could ask, though, he pulled out a book that was much thicker than any of the others. The veins in his hands bulged under the weight as he picked it up and with a nod of his head, he directed you to sit beside him on the couch.

"This is a book that holds the history of this forest," He said, carefully blowing off a layer of dust that had accumulated on the cover before opening to a page he seemed to easily find. “Long ago, Sol Forest was watched over by an entity Dibin. She protected all the creatures that inhabited until the die she died; when she did, her magic became infused with the forest. Thus, the creatures she once looked over had the ability to alter their appearance. White stags were some of the only magical creatures left living here from Dibin’s lifetime. There was many of us, thousands of us occupied this land,”

As he spoke, he flipped through the book, grazing his fingers over pictures and art. It didn’t take you long to realize that the words were in an entirely different language. You briefly wondered if he understood as his eyes drifted over the text, a small smile coming to his lips that could only be described as nostalgic.

“When the village of Sol was erected and the tradition of The Hunt began, we tried to stay and fight through it, persevere. We didn’t want to leave our home. But as the population began to fall and thousands turned into hundreds; many fled for self preservation. Only a few of us remained...a dozen or so,” Your heart ached as he finally looked up at you, dark eyes holding much sadness within them. “When we met...those years ago, I was living here in this cottage with my parents. A few years ago...my father passed away..”

“How did he die?” You asked, note breaking your eyes away from his so he could see the sincerity in your gaze.

Jimin shrugged before speaking, this time in a much desolate tone. "He got sick one day and just...didn't get better," He sighed, flipped a few more pages in the book. "After that, my mom wanted to leave the forest and follow where the others had gone."

"You didn't go?" You asked, glancing at a piece of art in the book which depicted a white stag in front of the willow tree.

"No," He responded quickly, looking back up at you. "I didn't want to leave Sol. This is my home, you know. So, she left without me."

"That's so sad, I can't imagine how that must feel. You miss her?"

"Yeah, I miss her every day," He confessed, his shoulders slumping as he said those words. "I'm the last stag in this forest now."

"The last?!" You cried. How had a forest that was once filled with white stags dwindled down to one; one with whom you were sitting beside right now.

"Yes and," He turned to look straight at you now, his eyes holding a fire that hadn't been there before. "That's why I need your help. You're the only human I can ask."

"Help? How can I help?"

"When The Hunt begins, you can lead them away from my home. I'll hide out here; if I can make it through this hunt then I can work on the population of Sol Forest until the next one." He explained, speaking almost desperately.

“I’ll do it,” You agreed easily. You had never wanted to participate in The Hunt as much as other villagers had; whenever it was brought up there was always a pit of anxiety in your stomach. Now, you knew this was what you were meant to do; protect the beautiful creatures that had been decimated by a years of tradition. Maybe one day, the forest would be flush with the white stags once again. The first step was to protect the last one. "But wait,"

"What is it?"

"How come you don't just...blend?" At the confused look on his face, you explained. "I mean, since you're human...right now...why don't you just wear a cloak and blend with the hunters?"

"Well," He hummed, flipping further into the book as you watched. He stopped on a page filled with unfamiliar characters of his language. "The village would probably easily notice an unfamiliar face among them. And also...I shift during the full moon."

"Full moon..." You sighed, realizing the plan you had wouldn't work. "Like werewolves?"

Jimin laughed at this, his shoulders shaking. "I suppose it's similar to werewolves except we don't crave blood and kill things in a blood-rage like they do. I'll be fully in my mind and self-aware but...unable to maintain a human form."

"Then I guess...your plan's the only way, huh?"

Nerves were alive and well in your chest as you stood with the men and women of your village. The sun was barely peeking above the horizon, painting the sky with splashes of warm reds and oranges; it was a contrast with the chill that was in the air.

"You all know what to do," Dowon said, voice booming and overpowering the soft murmur the crowd had been enveloped in. "Let's go."

You all set off, tightening your grip on your bow as you skulked into the forest the same as everyone else.

You had specifically joined the group that would be scouring the area around Jimin’s home. While you weren’t the leader, the group was small enough that you knew they would listen to you.

“I’ll search this way,” You offered, nodding your head to the left.

“There’s a stream out that way,” A man, Alan, claimed, adjusting his hunting knife in his grip. “There may be wild animals gathering there for water.”

“I can handle myself quite well,” You quipped, meeting his worried gaze. “Plus, it’d be a good place to try and track footprints, right?”

“I guess so,” Alan sighed, his shoulders sagging. “I’ll be nearby then, in case you have a run in.”

You plastered a false smile on your face while internally rolling your eyes. Turning your back, you stalked through the woods, putting on an air of attempting to be stealthy. The moonlight provided some visibility; you didn’t need it because you knew a bit of the way there.

“They’re nearby,” You whispered as quietly as you could as you caught sight of Jimin hiding out of sight. “I couldn’t keep them entirely away but they know I’m searching in this area alone.”

It was then that you realized this was your first time seeing him like this.

He was absolutely magnificent; coat as white and unblemished as freshly fallen snow. Antlers atop his head that seemed to sparkle in the moonlight. Hesitantly, you reached out and brushed your fingers against his fur; to your shock, he leaned into your touch, closing his round brown eyes at the feeling.

If you hadn’t believe him before when he told you he was a white stag, this certainly would have been enough to convince you. You could see the emotions and recognition in his face and eyes when he looked at you.

“Once the sun begins to rise, we’ll all return home,” You saw the way his eyes sparkles at your words, a small smile forming on your lips.

You knew you would probably sleep for a while 48 hours after this whole stressful affair was done. Never in your life had you been so terrified of being found by someone of your village; you didn’t even want to think of the consequences of trying to hide a White Stag.

“Maybe I should have made some paint and colored you brown, make you blend in with the trees,” You joked, holding in a laugh when he fixed you with what you could only imagine was meant to be glare.

He was knelt on the ground, making himself as small as possible as you sat beside him ─ the ground was quite cold beneath you. Both of you would flinch and your heart would accelerate at the sound of twigs snapping or leaves rustling.

Even if you wanted to relax, you couldn’t.

You stalked into the woods, feeling much calmer than you had previously. You lightly touched the willow tree, feeling the small tingle flow up your arm before you carried down a path you seemed to have already memorized. Since The Hunt, you had been visiting the stag relatively often; the two of you forming a close friendship.

Jimin's cabin came into view and you smiled; picking up the pace to reach his front porch. You knocked a few times and, to your surprise, he took only a second to answer; that adorable eye-smile lighting up his entire face.

"How are you doing?" You ask as you step into his warmly heated home, the smell of firewood burning filling your senses.

"I'm great," He shut the door once you were inside and took your cloak from you to hang it up; the bright red contrasting prettily next to his white cloak. "How are you?"

"I'm okay, pretty tired," You responded easily, following Jimin into the living room. There was a fire going, and you smiled at the cozy feeling it gave off.

"I'm making tea, would you like some?" At his question, you readily agreed, feeling your body and soul relaxing in such a calm atmosphere.

When he placed the mug in front of you on a little coaster, you smiled, patting the seat beside you. He held his mug in his hands, uncaring taking a sip of the steaming liquid without flinching. Then with a sigh, he place the cup down and looked at you.

"What is it?" You asked, cocking your head as you registered the complete seriousness in his gaze.

"I need to leave," He said, tone flat.

"Leave? The forest?" He nodded, heaving another sigh.

"Mating season is coming up," He explained, not noticing the way you blushed in response. "Since there are no females available this season here, I have to travel to the nearest cluster in order to mate. It will be the first step to repopulating this forest."

"Is it dangerous?" You asked. "The travel, I mean."

"Yes," He admitted. "I haven't done it before. This is the first season I decided it would be worth it to try. But there are many creatures which will want to have me for food. Also the hunters of various villages and towns along the way, I could very well perish."

"That's so scary..." Then something he said seemed to click in your mind. "But wait...if she lives in another forest...how will the child be here?"

"Well, my kind mate for life," He explained, shocking you. "We find a mate and...for the rest of our lives we are together."

"Wow, that sounds lovely," You whisper, not quite understanding the ache in your chest.

"Don't look so worried, I'll be fine!"

"Huh?" You looked up to see the shine in his eyes was brighter than ever.

"I'll come back safe and sound, I promise,"

Without knowing why, you forced a smile and nodded at his words.

Your bed felt oddly cold as you stared at the ceiling. Never before had you shared a bed with another person but you couldn't help but feel like someone was missing.

You forced yourself out of bed and pulled on your cloak, not even bothering to change out of your nightclothes or put on any shoes. You had one clear goal in mind and without a second of hesitation or taking a moment to think of the consequences of your actions, you rushed from your home.

The air was much chillier than you expected and you briefly regretted not putting on shoes.

However, when you stepped foot into the oh-so-familiar clearing, the ground allowed some heat into your frozen toes.

You were panting by the time you reached Jimin's front door ─ all the lights inside were turned off. However, you could see the smoke coming from the chimney, meaning he was in fact inside at least. Steeling yourself, you raised your fist to bang on the door. But before you could make contact, the door swung open to reveal the very man you were searching for.

"I knew you would come back," When he spoke, his voice was much deeper than you had expected. Every time you talked to him, he always had a bright, soft lilt in his tone that made you feel happy. Now, it was low and husky and had a heat settling in your body.

"W-What?" You whispered, your breath showing up in the air as a result of the cold temperature.

"You feel the same way, don't you?" He asked, although the way he looked at you showed it was more of a statement. You nodded in agreement anyway, which caused him to smile. It wasn't the bright eye-smile you loved, however, no it was more of a smirk. He reached out and gripped your wrist, pulling you inside his home.

"Jimin, I-"

"I know," He whispered, reaching up to undo the golden button on your cloak, that held it on. Once it was unbuttoned, he hung it up in the same spot you always hunt it in. "I saw that way you looked at me when I told you I had to leave. I could hear the way your heart ached at my words,"

You stepped closer to him, feeling almost desperate to be closer to him. He seemed to understand as he ever so gently placed his hands on your waist, letting you feel his warmth through the thin fabric of your nightdress.

"Do you want me the same way I want you?" He questioned, leaning closer to you so you could feel the tickle of his bangs brushing your skin. "You know if you do this...you'll be with me forever?"

"I...I want it, I want to be by your side until I die, Jimin," You whispered, inching onto your tiptoes to urge him to kiss you, bringing your lips closer together.

"Sweet girl," He cooed, finally touching his lips to yours.

The same feeling as when he first touched you zapped through your system. You whimpered, the electricity flowing through your body and causing you to tremble. However, you didn't pull away ─ couldn't pull away. You gripped the front of his shirt, soft cotton beneath your fingertips, pulling him even closer so your bodies were pressed together. One of his arms wrapped around your waist and the other wrapped around your shoulders to let his fingers tangle in your hair. You were so close, so warm against each other that you wouldn't stop the soft sighs of pleasure that escaped your lips even if you wanted to.

When Jimin finally pulled away, you immediately missed his lips on yours. He smiled, pushing a piece of hair behind your ear, looking absolutely smitten already.

"I'm so happy," He whispered, watching the way your eyes lit up at his words. "I feel so lucky to have found you. You went so far for me and I never thought a human would be someone I could take as my companion."

"But...how will the population come back if I'm just a human?"

"It will not matter," He responded, leaning down to press a chaste kiss against your forehead. "My magic will overtake in the child's system."

You blushed at the mention of a child, making Jimin chuckle. It wasn't abnormal for couples to marry and immediately have a child. Part of you wanted to voice to Jimin that you wished to just...be with him for a while.

"Don't worry," He suddenly cooed, seeming to understand your thoughts again. "We will have time to have a child, I promise."

"How do you do that?" You mumbled, fighting back a chuckle.

"You are mine," He responded quickly. "You have accepted me into your heart...I can tell what you're thinking...what you're feeling." At the last one, he licked his lips and chuckled, making you blush like mad.

"Would you like to wash up first?"

"Sure, that'd be nice," You agreed, letting him lead you through the cottage with a hand on your wrist.

"My room is just across the hall," He muttered, turning around and heading to the door across the hall. Ever so gently, you shut the door and let out a sigh once you were in solitude.

You stood in front of the mirror, taking in your flushed appearance. The run here had caused dirt to stick to your face and even your neck. You dipped your hands into the water basin to gather water, using it to wipe away the sweat and dirt that stained your skin.

When you looked back up, water dripping down, you let out a breath.

You looked presentable so you grabbed the towel off the rack and dried your face. With a pounding heart and trembling hands, you opened the bathroom door.

Jimin's bedroom door was open, a gentle glow coming from within along with the soft scent of apple pie wafting through the air. As you stepped into the doorway, you could see Jimin lighting a couple candles.

"Oh!" He jumped when he realized you were there, placing a now lit candle on the nightstand beside his bed. "I uh...hope you don't mind. My mother once said you should always make a woman feel special when she is to be your mate,"

You felt the heat of a blush take over your face at the mention of becoming his mate. Still, despite feeling shy, you bit your lip as a wave of excitement traveled over you ─ making you shiver in anticipation.

When Jimin slowly walked over to you to cup your cheeks to bring your eyes to his, you could see the way his sparkled. He leaned down, pressing the softest kiss to your nose before speaking.

"We don't have to do anything," He cooed, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear and dusting his thumb along your cheek.

It was then that you remembered he could tell what you were feeling. His care for you lightened your heart and you reached up and cupped the hand that rested on your cheek no.

"Don't worry, I really want to," You whispered, knowing he could sense the honesty in you. Just as you expected, he visibly relaxes and a serene smile passes over his face.

"I really want to kiss you,"

"Then kiss me," You replied, taking the lead and leaning forward until your lips barely touched. Then Jimin closed to distance, pulling you into a deep kiss that made your head fuzzy.

His hands grabbed your waist, pulling you so your bodies were pressed together; it made the fact that he was growing hard in his slacks difficult to ignore. Instead of feeling shy, however, it sent a wave of lust through you and Jimin groaned as you pressed against the hardness more.

"Do you─Can I take this off?" He asked, his voice trembling as he bunched the fabric in his hands.

"Y-Yeah," You consented, stepping away from him slightly so he could pull it up.

One of the buttons became tangled in your hair, making you whine as he tugged it. He let out a small laugh, leaning closer to carefully freeing you and then letting the fabric fall to the floor.

Instead of ogling your exposed body like you expected, he pressed a chaste kiss against your forehead before taking your hand and leading you to the bed. When you were seated comfortably on the mattress, he pulled the white shirt he always seemed to wear off his body.

You swallowed thickly, taking in his body; the flat plane of his tummy and the bulging veins in his arms.

However, what truly caught your eye was the beautiful, intricate tattoo that sat on his right peck, going in and traveling down his ribs. You reached up, dragging your fingertips along the art to feel the zap of electricity through your arm.

"When my kind turn 16, we are given this tattoo to show we have reached maturity," He explains, smiling as you continued to touch him.

Instead of answering, you pulled him down so you could kiss him again. He smiled against your lips, pushing you to lay flat on the bed, holding his weight above you by his elbows. Your hands became busy, brushing through his hair to feel the soft locks and wrapping your arms around him and trail your fingers up the bare expanse of his back, making him shudder.

Then, he pulled away to sit back on his heels. His dark eyes slowly trailed down your body, taking in the gentle curve of your breasts topped with pebbled buds, the smooth skin of your stomach, and finally your heat, which was covered by white cotton panties.

"White," He whispered, dragging his fingers over the fabric, smiling. "My favorite color."

"I should have guessed," You replied, teasing him, making his playfully glare at you.

He didn't say anything, however, instead he leaned down to press a kiss against your chest. You sighed at the feeling, watching through lidded eyes as he continued to kiss his way across your chest until he reached a pert nipple. Biting your lips, you kept your eyes on him even as he closed his own and enveloped your bud in his hot, wet mouth. You sighed at the feeling, unable to keep your eyes open once he added his fingers to the mix to cater to your other nipple.

One hand tangled in his hair, unable to resist touching him while the other was gripping his sheets tightly to ground yourself. It felt like you should be feeling shy or embarrassed but with him, you felt oddly comfortable; like you had nothing to hide or be ashamed of.

In this world, many people married for the sake of marriage and passing down the genes and having children. Not even your parents were married out of love.

And although you weren't sure if what you felt for Jimin was love, it certainly felt right.

While you were becoming dizzy with the feeling of him, his other hand brushed over your core through your panties, making you jump. When you glanced down at him, Jimin was gazing at you through his lashes.

"Jimin," You whispered, your voice making him break away from your breast to respond with a soft "yes". You didn't know what to say, making him giggle, leaning down to kiss the center of your chest.

"I'll take care of you," He whispered, sitting up completely again but this time he scooted further down the bed before he laid flat on his stomach between your thighs. "You're wet."

"Hey!" You cried, attempting to shut your legs, not used to such blunt language referring to your body.

"Don't hide," He chastised, but still holding a delicate smile on his lips.

He slipped his thumbs beneath the band of your panties, starting to pull them down. Biting your lips to fight the heat threatening to overcome your face, you lifted your hips to help him pull them all the way off.

You were completely bare before him and he grinned, pressing his lips against the skin of your calf, knee, and thigh all the way up your body until he met your lips once again.

Kissing him was definitely your favorite thing, his lips were so plush and soft and warm against yours. You couldn't stop the whimper escaping at the introduction of his tongue, deepening the kiss. He finally broke away, leaving you both panting.

He recovered first, dropping back down your body again, spreading your legs with more force than you expected. However, the feeling of him treating you rougher had your core clenching around nothing, making you gush.

"Do you like that?" He whispered, licking his lips as his mouth was level with your heat. When you nodded, he chuckled darkly. "We'll tackle that another time. Right now I just...want to make you feel loved."

Then, when you relaxed against the bed, he suddenly licked a stripe up your slit, gathering the creaming wetness there and moaning. Before you could control yourself, you fingers were tangling in his hair as you cried you. He chuckled, the vibrations making you keen before he licked up again, this time focusing on catching your clit.

"Jimin!" You whined, arching your back as he wrapped his lips around the bud.

it felt phenomenal; like nothing you ever felt before.

"You're...sensitive," He whispered before using his thumbs to spread your folds, exposing your twitching entrance and hard clit; licking the little bud as it peeked out from under its hood.

You couldn't respond, too overcome with the pleasure he was giving you. Part of you wondered if Jimin had done this or if regular sex without mating was even allowed; he was just so good.

He pulled away rather suddenly, closing his eyes and licking his lips free of your leftover juices.

You nearly cried in relief when he began to push his pants down, tossing the fabric on the floor.

His cock was hard, the head red with a bead of precum leaking at the tip. He wrapped his fist around it, giving a few good pumps as he knelt between your legs again.

All your life you expected to feel nerves at this stage, with his cock prodding your entrance, a centimeter away from spreading your virgin walls. However, as you find yourself in this position with Jimin, you only felt the need to make him go faster.

He leaned down, giving you a sweet kiss and making you smile at the softness. His eyes were sparkling as he gazed down at you, making you feel like the most special girl.

“Are you ready?” He asked, gripping his length in one hand as he prodded against your tight entrance.

At your nod of consent he began to push inside you, keeping an eye on your facial expressions. Your brows furrowed and your mouth opened in a silent moan as you felt your walls stretch around him. There was a slight burn but the second he brushed against a spot inside you, your back arched. Jimin chuckled a little at your reaction, bottoming out and reaching down to circle your clit; enjoying the feeling of your walls clamping down around him at the feeling.

Tossing your head back, your felt your eyes roll when he slowly pulled out, pushing back in the solid slap of skin meeting. He was slow and careful, aiming for the spot inside you that had your thighs trembling, all the while rolling your hard clit beneath his thumb.

You clawed at the sheets and pillows, nearly beside yourself over the pleasure that was flooding your system. Jimin panted above you, giving you a beautiful view with his bangs pushed back, making him look powerful. The hand not occupied beneath your legs traveled up your body to cup your breast, pinching the nipple between two fingers, groaning when you clenched around him hard.

Suddenly, you could feel pleasure mounting inside you; threatening to explode. It was white hot heat in your core, winding up and you couldn’t stop yourself from arching.

“Are you close?” Jimin whispered, smirking as you were too caught up in your head to even respond to him. He sped up, panting and groaning himself as he finally let himself go as well.

Pinning your thighs open, he fucked you much faster; sending you flying over the edge. Your mind blanked, the only thing your mouth could say was his name. He removed his thumb from your clit as you became too sensitive for the extra stimulation.

You relaxed, still trembling and coming down from your high when he pulled out, wrapping his hand around himself to pump himself to completion. Warm splatters of his cum painted your skin, your eyes opening to catch the tail end of his orgasm; his head possed back to expose his neck and his whined.

He relaxed, leaning down over you to meet your lips in a lazy, slow kiss.

“We should wash up,” You whispered, voice scratchy due to the moaning you did.

“We can head to the stream,” Jimin sat up, leaning off the side of the bed to collect his pants and shirt.

He offered the shirt to you, helping you slide it over your head; it was too big for you so when you stood up, it covered everything it needed to. Jimin simply slid on his pants, not bothering with a shirt before he lead you out of the home.

The walk to the stream was peaceful and quick, not even taking two minutes to get there. Jimin was quick to strip his pants off and hop in the water. As soon as he was submerged, you body was overcome with a shiver; it felt like you were just dunked into the water. JImin laughed from where he was wading, a shit-eating grin on his face.

"I was waiting for that," He laughed, his voice echoing through the trees.

"W-What?" You whined, still too stunned to strip yourself.

"Well," He giggled again, wading closer to the shoreline, reaching his hand out to you. "Now that we're mated, you can feel me just as I feel you." You fought a smile, pulling the shirt off and taking Jimin's hand to allow him to help you into the water.

You both washed yourselves free of the sweat and fluids that accumulated on your bodies. The water, though cold at first, seemed to grow warmer the longer you were in it; your body temperatures becoming accustomed. He wrapped his arms around your middle, resting his chin on your shoulder as you both stared at the sparkling night sky, feeling absolutely blissful in each others hold.

And as the sun began to peek over the horizon, casting delicate shadows along the ground and bathing the serene Sol Forest in washes of red, you turned in Jimin's arms and pressed the most gentle kiss upon his lips, making the beautiful man smile.

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