#she loved it actually bc her silly butt loves all attention

[sparkles-and-trash]

Okay guys so remember this is just a costume so please don’t be super scared okay..?

BOO!!!!

…were you so very scared????

[daycourtofficial]

Falling in Love on the Fourth Floor - part 14.1

Pairing: Azriel x reader | WC: 3.5k | previous part | masterlist

Summary: Out of an act of desperation, you move in with a guy you kind of know who happens to have a really hot brother who lives next door.

Author’s note: okay babes I’m desperate to get this out bc this part is going to be so fucking long I had to break it up into parts

“Rhys, stop!”

Feyre’s shriek of annoyance draws your attention to the front, your eyes watching Feyre chastise Rhysand for driving almost 30 miles per hour over the speed limit. You and Azriel were in the backseat of Rhys’s car (“It’s a Tesla,” Rhys would correct), Feyre in the front seat making several comments about the way Rhys drives as if he is attempting to murder all of you.

Mor and Cassian drove separately in Cassian’s truck - you and Azriel snickered at their less than covert attempts to be alone in the apartment. The six of you had been about to hit the road when Cassian had ‘forgotten his driving sunglasses’ and Mor had immediately offered to help. Rhys had rolled his eyes, telling Cassian the four of you were going to head off instead of waiting for them.

Rhys’s lake house was about an hour and a half away, so you and Azriel had spent that time in the back mindlessly chatting, showing each other silly videos of mostly cats. Feyre sat in the passenger seat, deeming herself in charge of the music, the three of you not caring what she put on.

Whenever Rhys and Feyre were too preoccupied in their own conversation to notice the two of you, you would slip your hand into one of Azriel’s, playing with his fingers or just squeezing lightly before pulling away.

“When do we think Cassian will show up?” You ask, making eye contact with Rhys in the rearview mirror. He scoffs, turning his eyes back to the road, “no telling. He’ll get hungry eventually, so he’ll probably show up around dinner.”

The six of you met up around two, you and Azriel almost arriving late because of your lunch date taking too long. Neither of you wanted to pretend there wasn’t something between you two, but both of you wanted to wait a bit before telling everyone, causing the two of you to linger in the parking lot for far too long, neither of you wanting to keep up the charade.

The impending deadline didn’t stop him from kissing you as if he were going off to war in the parking lot of the cafe you two went to, though. You could still taste the coffee he had on your tongue.

Feyre sighed, looking out the window, “maybe I shouldn’t have put my bag in his truck.”

You laughed, partly at her melodramatics, partly at how foolish she was to leave her bag in Cassian’s truck, “I don’t think you’re seeing that bag for a while, Fey.”

She turns her head to look at you, a scowl on her face, “you make it sound like this is my fault.”

“Well, we did put Cassian and Mor in a car together, so maybe the group is at fault. Just be thankful they didn’t pull over and have sex on top of your bag.”

Her scowl deepened, a look of disgust on her features, “my poor bag would never be the same. I would never be the same.”

“You’d have Cassian butt sweat on it.”

“Ewww, stop.”

“Or worse, his butt hair.”

You laugh as Feyre whips her head to scowl at Rhys, “and how do you know about his hairy butt?”

“Cassian spent our teenage years with a new approach to life - he was determined to be naked at any and every opportunity.” You giggle at Azriel’s words, his ears reddening a bit at the attention you were giving him.

“My mother considered kicking him out because he kept walking around naked and standing in the windows.”

You and Feyre giggled at the image, but Rhys continued. “Our neighbors kept calling and complaining. I’m actually not sure how she got him to stop.”

“She probably bribed him. It’s the only way with him.” You quirk an eyebrow at Azriel before he continues, “nothing ever got to him as a kid - yelling, getting in trouble, praising him. But bribery always worked on him.”

You turn to Azriel, pointing your head in the direction of the front seat, “what was Rhys like as a kid.”

Az huffs, “same as now. Spoiled and annoying.”

Rhys glares at him through the rearview mirror, but Az continues. “He was a bit pompous, always talking about how rich his family was.”

You watch Az try to keep from smiling as Feyre laughs, before reaching a hand out to pinch Rhys’s cheek. The movement pings something in your mind, telling you to ask about it later.

“I did not.”

“You once came to school in a helicopter.”

Rhys sinks a bit in his seat, but you file this whole conversation away in a folder of your brain titled ‘ask again later’. You had a vague sense of things you had picked up over time - Rhys’ parents were technically married, but his dad would travel a lot. Rhys’ mother and sister died at some point. Somehow Azriel and Cassian came into the picture.

It was a bit fuzzy, and you never found out why Cassian lived on his own away from Rhys and Az. You had little pieces, but you needed some way to connect the. You filed it away, just allowing yourself to enjoy the car ride.

The ride eventually reached a lull where the two of you sat in the backseat texting each other while Feyre and Rhys talked mindlessly about goats, maybe. You really weren’t sure what was going on up there.

Azriel: did you know all the guys in this town are riddled with disease

Azriel: so you shouldn’t get anywhere near them

Azriel: just to be safe

You: I like disease-riddled men

Azriel: is now a good time to tell you I had chicken pox as a kid

You: oh really?

You: Mmm itchy men

Azriel: I regret this

You: do you have any scars from it?

Azriel: that’s classified

You: I’ll just have to go around searching for them from other men

Azriel: wait no

Azriel: no no no no no

Azriel: this is a joke right

His eyes snap up to you after you refuse to respond to him, and you have to stifle a giggle at the way he’s looking at you.

You: I’m a changed woman. I prefer disease free men now

Azriel: thank god you’ll stay away from Cassian now

You look up at him with wide eyes before you type back furiously.

You: Azriel we share an apartment what do you mean

You: I let him drink my coffee the other day

You: Azzy please tell me you’re joking

You huff as each of your texts is met back with the three dots indicating he was typing. You looked over at him to find him typing random letters before backspacing to allow the dots to stay up.

You: meanie head

Azriel: you’re the one who said you preferred disease riddled men

You: they wouldn’t treat me like this

You: I would be a queen to them

You: me and my disease riddled king

Azriel: that implies you are their diseased queen

The two of you continue trying to stifle giggles as Rhys drives, Az’s hand moving to squeeze your thigh. You’re so distracted by texting him and his hand on your thigh you don’t notice where you are until the car is pulling into a neighborhood of massive houses that could likely fit multiple families with room to spare. You sit up straighter, looking out the window at these multi-dollar houses and wonder if this was a vacation home, what did Rhys’ house look like growing up?

You knew Rhys’s dad’s lake house was going to be a ridiculously large house. You knew that before, you knew that as the car drove through the neighborhood, but pulling up into the driveway it was as if you had completely forgotten. The house was massive - it had to be at least three floors above ground, and the property it was on was large too.

Rhys’ car slows across the long driveway, no other cars around. You have to strain your neck to look at the house in its entirety - it was beautiful - three or four floors, large windows showing off spacious areas on the second and third floors. It was a mix of the classic lakehouse look, but with slightly modern twists to it. All you could think about while looking at it was how long it would take to clean it. Most of your squabbles with Cassian were over whose turn it was to do dishes, and you knew this place would really test your friendship with him if you lived here.

Or maybe he’d just be able to better hide his messes in this house.

“How long would this take to clean?”

Your voice comes out a bit squeaky before you clear your throat, looking over at Az.

“You think Rhys’s dad does his own cleaning?”

Rhys parks his car in the garage, the four of you getting out. Rhys opens the trunk, and you reach out to grab your bags but Azriel beats you to it, slinging your duffle bag over his shoulder. He crinkles his nose at your pout, sticking his tongue out as he walks into the house. You follow after him, taking in how nice his back looked through his shirt.

Azriel heads to the stairs, taking Feyre to her room, but you fall back to take in the living room. You could host a house party in this living room and fit a hundred people easily. You siddle next to Rhys, watching him play with the lid of his coffee in one hand, his phone lit up in the other.

“Are you worried at all about your dad showing up?”

Rhys sips his coffee before answering, “I’d be more shocked than anyone if he showed up here. Az, Cass, and I once spent an entire summer camped out here. Didn’t even catch a glimpse of him.” He shrugs, his face looking indifferent as his phone screen displays the ‘find my friends’ app, and he looks quizzically at the screen, trying to figure out where Cassian was, you presume.

He blows out a breath, “I’m gonna call him.”

You walk away, opting to look at the photos that decorated the walls. The living room is covered in them, all shapes and sizes of frames littered the yellow wall. You see photos of younger versions of Azriel, Cassian, and Rhys, photos from when they were about ten or so until pretty recently, if you had to guess. You can watch them grow, the three of them looking so unsure of themselves at various stages.

The young photos of Azriel are littered with an air of sadness to them, his eyes not quite as bright as they are now, bandages still lingering on his hands for a long time. Azriel’s the smallest in what you think is the first photo, not much more than skin and bones, his now tan skin had a sickly pale hue to it. A woman and a young girl are in the photos with them, the five of them all looking remarkably similar - it’d be very easy to convince others that the two boys were Rhys’s brothers. The photos are all tan skin, dark curls limp in some photos from the ocean water. They are scattered across the wall, no chronological order to them, but if you lined them up you could watch the three of them grow.

The photos made you feel a well of emotion - how someone could be so cruel to someone so small, so defenseless. But as the photos continued and Azriel blended in more with this family, it made you feel so proud of him for opening himself up like that, when all he knew was pain.

He hadn’t told you the extent of his childhood - just that his family was awful, he hadn't seen or spoken to them in a decade, and his step brothers burned his hands. But the pictures of this small, helpless boy looking so lost at the lake spoke volumes for him.

Rhys put the phone down from his ear as he hung up. “They’ll meet us at the restaurant for dinner. He muttered something about a pit stop before hanging up on me.”

He gazes at the photos as he stands next to you, his eyes landing on the one you’ve been staring at. It involved a very young Azriel, fresh bandages adorning his hands. The striking woman was holding him so delicately, as if her arms squeezed him too hard he’d burst in her hold.

“That’s my mom.”

His voice catches you off guard, not expecting much of anything from him. He points at the photo, his finger tapping slightly on the glass.

“She’s beautiful.”

He hums in agreement, “she loved Az. She fought so hard for him. First person to fight for him, really. Spent a shit ton of money getting custody of him.”

That surprises you, but you leave it there for now, keeping your eyes on her smiling face. His gaze lingers on her soft smile, “she loved all of us, but boy did she love Az.”

You watch his mind go somewhere, not wanting to intrude, about to step away when he speaks up again. “That’s my sister. Kaylah.”

His finger moves to a photo nearby, landing on the young girl that Cassian had hoisted on his shoulders.

“She’s cute.”

“She loved bothering Cassian. The two of them butted heads more than any of us combined.” His voice was full of love and nostalgia. “She once got so mad at him she pulled her shoe off and threw it at his head. He was so chuffed he didn’t notice her throw the other, both of them hitting his eyes. He had a black eye for weeks.”

You laugh, “oh my gods, what happened?”

“What happened?” He turned to you, a wide grin on his face, “we got kicked out of the restaurant we were in, and she had the audacity to ask for her shoes back because they landed at another table.” He laughs, a twinkle in his eye you had never seen before. “Oh, Kaylah was something. She always made us laugh.”

“What happened to her?”

Rhys looks down, the twinkle immediately leaving his eye, “she and my mom were hit by a drunk driver when we started school. We- it was a hard time.”

You look over at him, tentatively moving your arms around his waist and hugging him to you.

“I’m sorry.”

He squeezes you back, his citrusy scent filling your nose. “Me too.”

The two of you gaze at the photos, at a time long gone, standing in silence as if an embrace could change the ending for the subjects of the photos.

The moment’s broken by Feyre’s voice, “what’s going on here?”

You turn your face to look at her, head still against Rhys’s chest, “I’m sorry you had to find out this way. We’re in love. He’s having my baby.”

She gasps overdramatically, clutching her chest as she puts on a ridiculous voice, “oh my stars! The scandal!”

You giggle as Rhys unwraps himself from you, “we were going to tell everyone while we were here, but it’s true. We’re naming the baby Cassian Junior.”

Feyre breaks her resolve, giggling, “how is it Cassian Junior?”

“Cassian’s adopting him, of course.”

Feyre giggles before coming to the wall of photos, looking too. “Wow, you guys were so little!”

You laugh, “yeah now we have proof Cassian wasn’t born with a six pack.”

“A six pack of beer, maybe.”

Azriel’s voice startled you. How a man so large was so adept at sneaking up on you unaware was impressive. He stopped behind you, but you could feel his warmth through your back.

“That would explain a lot,” Rhys mutters, turning away from the photos and sitting onto the couch. He stretched out his long legs, propping them on the ottoman before him. “That drive took a lot out of me.”

“It was two hours,” you scoff, sitting on a nearby chair. Azriel followed you, sitting in the chair next to you.

“Two hours is a long time.”

“Maybe for a baby,” Feyre coos, sitting next to Rhysand, pinching his cheeks. His hands swat at hers, pushing her away with very little effort. The four of you mindlessly chatter away, Feyre telling you all about something one of her sisters recently did, until Rhys’s phone buzzed again, Mor texting him that they were half an hour away.

The four of you jump back into Rhys’ Tesla, and he rolls down the windows as he drives you all to some restaurant called ‘Mama’s’.

“But ‘Mama’s’ what?” You had asked, to which Rhys and Az shrugged.

“Just ‘Mama’s’.”

You had huffed, accepting the nonanswer for the time being. The windows give you a glimpse of the tax brackets you drove through - starting the journey in multi-million dollar homes occupied during the warm months, the landscape quickly changes to lower and middle class homes for the people who live here year round.

Rhys pulls the car into a small restaurant, fitted with outdoor lighting and seating. It was so homey - a dozen or so people stood around outside, playing some variety of games like checkers and cornhole. A couple dozen more sat at tables, eating what smelled to be the most enticing food ever created. Your stomach rumbles at the smell, and Feyre laughs at you before you poke her in the stomach with an elbow.

You spot Cassian leaning against his car, Mor standing next to him on her phone. He stretches his arms out, huffing, “finally, we’ve been waiting for you!”

Rhys promptly pushes him as he walks past, and Mor giggles as he falters a bit and she falls in line with you and Feyre and you gag at her. “You smell like sex.”

She gasps, “no I do not,” before discreetly smelling her shirt.

“No, you don’t. Made you sniff.”

She rolls her eyes, copying your words in an exaggerated voice.

The six of you find a table, and you’re seated in the middle of the booth with Feyre and Rhys next to you. Azriel sits on the end of the other booth, and you make brief eye contact across the table, sending him a soft smile.

The waitress comes up to your table, her dark hair pulled back in a ponytail, her black clothes making her eyes pop, her name tag reading ‘Steph’. She looked at all of you, but her eyes stopped on Azriel, her smile growing wider at the sight of him.

“Hi everybody, what can I get you all to drink?”

She takes your drinks orders, rubbing Azriel’s shoulder as she walks away. Cassian laughs at Azriel’s grimace, “I think she likes you, Azzy.”

“Shut up, Cass.”

Azriel looked to you as your friends kept talking, and you offered him a smile back. His face was hard to read, but his eyes looked so sad. You cock your head to the side, trying to figure out what the problem was, but he turned his head away.

Dinner goes by in a blur, the food was delicious, the six of you spent the evening joking around, except for Azriel, who spent most of the meal quiet. The waitress came by to check on you all several times, and her blatant efforts at flirting would have been amusing if it wasn’t completely obvious how uncomfortable it made Azriel. Each time she returned to your table, you would watch him tense up as she approached, her hands always finding their way to his shoulders. On her third stop at your table, she began calling him Muffin.

Rhys paid the check, handing over the receipt to Azriel.

“For you, Muffin.”

Azriel takes it, and from next to him you can see the phone number written beneath the total. His hands crumple it, discarding it before you all made it to the parking lot. He opens your door before heading to the other side of the car after you slide into your seat. You immediately pull out your phone, your texts with Azriel lighting up the backseat.

You: hi Muffin

Azriel: I’m so sorry

You: why? Did you do something?

Azriel: for the waitress?

You: did you do something with the waitress?

You: I did go to the bathroom, maybe you slipped out and made out with her?

You can hear Azriel furiously typing on his phone.

Azriel: no no no no

Azriel: I didn’t do that, I wouldn’t do that. I’m sorry she was hitting on me.

Azriel: I didn’t know what to do because I didn’t want to tell her I had a girlfriend

You: you have a girlfriend?

You: and you’ve been making out with me?

You: you dog

You peak over at him and his face is a deep red. You want to laugh but you feel a little bad about your teasing once you see his fingers shaking, having to backspace several times over misspelled words.

Azriel: I think so

Azriel: I didn’t mean to imply anything

You: so, you don’t have a girlfriend?

Azriel: I don’t know

Azriel: maybe?

You: do you want one?

You: a girlfriend, that is

Azriel: god yes

Azriel: but it has to be a specific girl

You: anyone in mind?

Azriel: I have my eye on someone

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HOW DIFFERENT SCREAM CHARACTERS WOULD CUDDLE WITH READER.

hi !!! since i haven't gotten any requests out this weekend due to schoolwork, i decided to make these short headcanons for the main friend group in scream 1 + mickey altieri. i'll soon start writing all your requests !!!

Sidney Prescott

listen i have the feeling that she's great at cuddles for some reason.

we know for a fact that after her mother she started rejecting sexual touches or advances, but she most definetely loves cuddles.

it would be so natural for her to start cuddling if you two are together.

and she truly does enjoy physical touch, especially as a form of intimacy.

i think physical touch might just be her love language.

so she's always touching you lightly, stroking your hair, idk she's always physically there.

sid also leans a lot into you, like she does with billy at the fountain when they're talking about casey and steve

it's just natural for her.

chilling in bed with her arm around you might just be her favorite activity.

Tatum Riley

LISTEN,,, she loves cuddling you !!

she's really cuddle

tatum is very keen to physical contact with everyone, even people she doesn't know that well

so people she loves or is close too??? they're so spoiled with her touch.

probably likes bring the big spoon but doesn't mind to be the center of attention from time to time.

please cuddle her during her vulnerable to moments, all queens break </3

teases you a lot about liking her cuddles, especially if you've told her you do like them.

but in like,,, a loving and fun way.

she always has the widest smile in her face when you two are together, especially if you're alone and cuddling. this girl loves you so much <3

she also looks like someone comfortable to cuddle with

like, the kind of person that is soft and it all feels cozy and right.

Randy Meeks

i love him so much i have to write more for him.

i feel like randy in scream 1 was a bit more shy than he was in scream 2

so like,,, he will not initiate physical contact with you under no circumstances, you're gonna have to be the one

especially if you're in a relationship with him, he's gonna take everything so painfully slow

but that doesn't mean he doesn't want to cuddle you

heck, he's dying to cuddle you, he's just kind of waiting for the perfect moment to introduce it more and more. he's so silly i love him

once you do start cuddling he gets ADDICTED

please don't cuddle him while you guys are watching movies because he'll JUMP --- his body is in tension while watching movies, especially horror ones, so just... don't

but please come cuddle him while you're resting at the fountain with the others

and please come cuddle him when you stay for the night at his place

WILL get flustered if his little sister walks in on you two cuddling bc he just looks like the type

awkward moments are real with him. like, getting too hot because of the proximity and not bearing the heat, accidentally touching what's not to touch, all that stuff no one talks about when cuddling.

"randy, that's my butt."

"SORRY!"

or

"y/n, my arm is falling asleep, move"

Billy Loomis

he's touch starved, that's the starter

but also he's very picky about who he touches, when and how

assholy claims he doesn't cuddle like he's gonna get a fucking price or something

but he's actually a sucker for cuddles

the thing is he only ever cuddles with people he's known for a very very very very very very very long time

so there's that

please don't touch his hair while you guys cuddle, you'll get oil all over your hands

he's that motherfucker that will reject your touch and the next minute have his arm around your waist

because the fact is,,, billy is actually touchy

especially if he wants to get something

but anyways,,,

he'll cuddle you while you two watch movies, but eventually will stop since he'll rather put his whole attention in the movie

fortunately, billy is hyper aware while cuddling. no awkward moments will ever happen because he avoids touching what's not to touch every single time, and he'll do it so subtly too

he fell asleep in ten minutes the first time you guys cuddled.

that's a compliment since he almost never has his guard down, especially not during first times

please rub his back while cuddling !!!

Stu Macher

stu is probably the best one to cuddle

he's a very physical person and he loves cuddles

will beg for them if needed

but truth is, in your relationship cuddles came early and with the intention to stick around.

he just loves dropping anything he's doing to go cuddle you

will get bored soon, though, so shifting positions is a constant, and doing something else is a must.

please let him be the little spoon from time to time

he just wants to be held

please touch his hair while cuddling him !!!!!

whatever it is you're doing, come cuddle him !!!!!

"there's nothing a good cuddling session can't fix, babe"

will smile so brightly, too, because you just look so beautiful in his arms and all relaxed <3

+

Mickey Altieri

he's so smooth about every single move he makes in your relationship duwhdooqiw

will introduce cuddles slowly, but truth is, he has always been touching you

like,,, reassurance touches during classes, or when you guys are out with the others

somehow, he was always touching you

which gives away the fact that he loves physical contact

will cuddle you while watching movies with you, and will end up forgetting about them to instead focus on you

he always feels so calm when he has his arms around you, pulling you closer to him

mickey closes his eyes and smells your scent softly

and the first time he did so he blushed because he had never realized how much he liked you until then

will play with your hands

i don't know how to explain it but fidgeting with each other's hands and fingers is the best feelings ever

especially when cuddling

he laughs a lot when he cuddles you. he's very happy that he gets to do that with you

GOD, HE LOVES YOU SO MUCH

marry the damn killer already

[pompomcattorin]

💗 Pamela x Vic de vissen Fanfic Ideas/Headcanons bc I’m feeling silly

- I hc that Pamela falls first but Vic falls harder, when they have their dance together in the comics I think Pam thought he was cool & Vic was just interested in the Thea Sisters (and maybe he was also a bitttt interested in Pam too!) but none of them fell for each other completely until later in the series

- Vic’s slow in noticing that she’s interested in him, I feel like someone else would have to point it out for him like his sister Vanilla or maybe Shen

- when they date, can u imagine the amount of teasing from the Thea Sisters? especially from Colette, them dating would be Shen’s nightmare for real

- I like to think Vic spoils her a little even without her asking for anything

- Vanilla only deals with them because her brothers so happy with Pam, she obviously complains about it but she never actually pushes them to break up or anything (maybe at the beginning she tries to push for a break up but then eventually she just gives up bc she’d rather have Vic happy)

💗 I have so much ideas for how they get together or just fanfics about them in general but I’m TERRIBLE at writing fanfics so I’ll write it down here

- A new guy (maybe just a regular student or a cool person Pam would admire) shows up at Mouseford Academy and Pam acts blushy and stuff around the new guy to the point Vic notices. He’d have that “Why should I care that Pam’s fussing over another guy?” kinda moment!! Then someone would point out that she started blushing around a guy that wasn’t him and he’ll realize that Pam actually liked him and he’s kinda late to that. So he tries to win her back (his sister thinks he’s being dumb) and ofc he wins!!

- (I srsly really think he won’t notice his own feelings unless someone butts in 🙏🏼)

- or I like the idea of him and Pam attending another dance held by Mouseford Academy and just like before, he asks her to dance but this time they don’t fight and they just have a good time. If they do fight it’s just something silly and not serious. They’re all blushy about the dance and even dance another time together. Weeks after the dance and Pam still gets teased by Colette. Pamela also blushes around him like 10x more often now. They end up dating a few weeks later, Pam probably confesses to him by saying something like “You know, I really enjoyed hanging with you during the dance, maybe we can go out sometime? just the two of us?” (also dancing becomes their new love language!!)

- ALTERNATIVE START TO THAT DANCING ONE!! Vic actually asks Pamela to the dance! he gets her a cake with “Will you go to the dance with me?” written on it bc he knows she loves to eat! He hands it to her privately so they don’t get too much attention, I feel like Vanilla would end up seeing them anyway and after Vic and Pam have their moment she’d confront him about it. Just imagining Pam bringing the cake back to the Thea Sisters and telling them what happened.

- Can you imagine a fic where they’re hiding their relationship from everyone else?? everyone’s thinking they’re both always sneaking around or leaving out of nowhere for no reason but no one can figure out the reason (maybe the Thea Sisters would figure out they’re dating bc I doubt Pam would be able to hide it well if she’s questioned)

[ktheist]

girls like you [don’t] run ‘round with guys like me | m

characters. popular!reader x shy!jimin

genre. college au. rich kids au. fwb au. eventual ceo au. eventual racer au.

words. 4k

warnings. 18+

note. this is a repost. tumblr messed up my exposure last time. this fic didn’t show up in search and it’s probably a third post of mine that ends up like this. this one probably won’t either but posting bc someone might see it and like it.

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It’s easy to tell when Park Jimin is in love.

Unlike Kim Seokjin, his eccentric, dad joke-loving friend, Jimin would only wear the pastel pink when he’s feeling giggly and shy and mushy inside.

The source of said feelings being either the barista he goes to get his daily dose of coffee from, or the girl at the library he studies at during finals or well, right now it’s the girl he’s fucking almost every day of the week - you.

“What are you doing?” Seokjin looks at him like he just dumped a spoonful of salt in a broth that needs a little, teensy bit of sugar.

Or his face seems to say that as he goes on, “she’s a mean girl. She’s mean.”

Jimin isn’t sure if Seokjin’s aware that he’s just repeated the same thing twice.

“She calls you Chim!” The older man reiterates.

“Yeah, it’s…” Jimin trails off, the heartwarming image of you cuddling into him after yet another mindblowing sex, flashing at the back of his mind, “...her pet name for me.”

“Sounds to me like she can’t remember your actual name,” Min Yoongi interjects from the couch he’s claimed for himself ever since they got to their usual hangout.

It’s a penthouse Jimin’s parents bought him on his 18th birthday. Him and the boys would hang around there after they’re done with classes or just need a place to crash whenever they have problems with their girlfriends or boyfriends or parents or any sort of problem that renders their usual room not sleepable.

“I think we can just agree we have different wants,” Jeongguk - or the sanest of them all, as Jimin likes to call him - chirps in, taking a bite of the apple he got from the fridge.

“Exactly,” Jimin throws his hands up as if freed from his elder friends’ judge-filled eyes. The vibration of his phone in his lap gives him even more comfort to know that he finally has an excuse to slip away - he checks his phone, your name flashing in the bubble that says ‘hey, wyd?’

“I have to go, it’s ___.”

A series of groans and hollers equally erupts from the men in the room at the realization of what Jimin’s ‘having to go’ means.

And so it goes. Jimin finds himself under your blanket that smells like fresh laundry - it’s a nude green color compared to the pleated black and white from last time. Your head is on his chest and he’s caressing your hair like it’s the softest thing he’s ever laid his hands on.

Besides your boobs, that is.

“I was thinking… since we have Monday off… maybe we could-”

It’s the way you push yourself off him, eyes that are onto him gazing straight into his soul, “oh shoot, Monday’s a public holiday. I totally forgot! I have to meet my parents. My dad’s been nagging me to come back since I skipped Christmas and New Year.”

And there goes his chance to ask you out on a date.

“Oh yeah, what were you saying about Monday?”

Jimin wears the biggest fake smile he can muster, “just that… me and the boys are gonna hang out and we’re bringing our girlfriends and boyfriends and uh- doesn’t have to be someone you’re exclusively seeing,” he almost chokes at the almost-admittance that he has the fattest crush on you and wants to make it official by inviting you to a couple’s-only hang out, “but like, I don’t think I’m going, it’s boring anyway.”

He waves his hand dismissively, trying to play it cool.

You make a cooing sound, eyebrows knitting together as your lips pout cutely before a playful smile blooms on your face, “I know what you’re trying to say.”

“You do?” Jimin thinks he heard his heart dropping to his stomach.

“Yeah, you’re single and all the boys have someone special they’re gonna bring… it’s gonna be awkward as hell because they’re gonna act different because they’re around their special someone so you thought if I was there, it’d be more fun because at least you have a friend with you that’s not gonna act fake the whole time there but I can’t go so you decided you’re not going too like a minute ago.”

Silence lulls in after your analogy that you sound so sure of when, in fact, he has a whole list of things he’d do on the date which he may or may not have gone over a hundred times in his head.

Doesn’t matter now, since that date is a no-go.

He’s going to delete that list off his phone once he gets to his place and drink himself silly until he wipes it out of his mind.

“Yeah,” Jimin says a moment later, “yeah… I mean, girls in love are cute but boys in love are just… annoying.”

The week flies by without Jimin ever mentioning Monday and you’ve showed him the clothes you’re going to wear to visit your parents because apparently-

“It’s lunch at some five star Michelin restaurant and I think they’re gonna tell me they’re getting a divorce,” your voice drifts into the room from the open, walk-in closet.

“If they’re not in some long, dreadful battle on who gets the holiday house with the pool and the dogs - how do I look?” You step out, in a frilly creme sweater with a black ribbon tied around the collar of your white undershirt with a black pleated skirt that stops mid-thighs, just inches from your black stockings.

A glaring contrast to your collection of washed out skinny jeans, plain t-shirts and sneakers.

“You… look…” Jimin knows he should stop openly ogling at your never-before-seen drip but there’s just something about the creme colored sweater.

“Like a good girl?” You offer with a smile Jimin couldn’t quite put a name to. Somehow he notices a trace of sadness in your eyes, but you disappear into the closet too soon.

“I’ll think about what to wear the morning I need to wear it,” you’re in the middle of pulling off the sweater when Jimin comes up behind you, kissing your neck and grabbing your boobs like they’re his.

The sound of your giggle is music to his ears.

That is, until his boner brushes against your butt and you gasp, “Chim! We just did it.”

“I know but you look so cute in that sweater.” He sounds exactly like Jeongguk. Like a fuckboy.

Like one of the boys you got tired of before you finally noticed him, the quiet, shy guy who’s friends with the outgoing, baby-faced Jeon Jeongguk whom - Jimin hates to admit it but he thinks about this every once so often and gets jealous all on his own - you’ve humped and dumped.

How you and Jeongguk still manage to stay friends and tease each other about the other’s choice of partners, Jimin doesn’t know.

It’s like a twin calling the other ugly.

He wonders if you and him will still stay friends after…

Jimin pushes the thought out of his mind. It’s not hard to forget everything when he’s with you - when he’s kissing you on the mouth like you’re the only girl he’ll want to spend the rest of his college life with and maybe his old days with together too.

“Chim, I can’t get my shirt creased,” you say but you’re already dripping wet and laying down in said shirt that’s half ridden up from him sucking and biting on your nipples.

He stopped you when you tried to take off your clothes.

“I’ll wash it and iron it for you,” he negotiates just as he rolls the condom over his length.

The sound of your giggle makes his heart skip a beat. Or maybe that’s the libido?

Either way, your mouth clamps shut when he pulls you down against him by the dip of your waist.

A different kind of hymn leaves your lips as Jimin throws his head back, relishing in the feeling of you around him.

When Monday rolls around, Jimin’s lying on the bean bag with his two legs sprawled over the floor. The boys are all out with either their significant others, working part-time or at a party.

The worn out baseball Jimin’s been tossing in the air and catching with one hand finally hits him square in the face when he hears the doorbell, signaling the presence of someone at the door and that someone being none of the boys because they would just punch in the code and strut in like they own the place.

Jimin thought maybe it’s Yoongi - the guy couldn’t even remember what he had for dinner and actually forgot the passcode to his own rental room once.

So he didn’t think to check who it was.

When your bright smile and slightly puffy eyes flash in front of him, Jimin thinks his soul just yeeted itself out of his body.

“Hey!” You sing song, holding up two plastic bags of beers and snacks.

It takes a moment for him to snap out of his stupor and grab them from your hands and then stepping aside to let you in.

“Is… everyone late or am I just early?” You sound increasingly confused as you step further into the center of the room, standing right next to the bean bag he was laying in just a moment ago.

“Oh-” he says once before he opens his mouth the second time, ready to spurt out another lie, “oh yeah… we decided not to ‘cause why hang out in a group when you can hang out with your significant other… you know, just the two of you… doing what couples do…”

“Huh,” you say, nodding though not quite believing him but you being you, easily lets it slide, plopping on the bean bag and grabbing the closest thing to you which is the ball that hit Jimin in the face - he’s sure he has a circular mark smack dab in the area on the top of his nose bridge, in between his eyes.

The dress you end up wearing is creme colored and riding up your thighs - Jimin swallows thickly and give extra attention to the bottle opener.

“So… how did lunch go?” He pops two beers open and hands one to you, taking a seat on Yoongi’s favorite couch and admiring how your dress is taking the shape of your body as gravity pulls it down.

“Oh, you know, everyone was being fake and acting like the perfect role in the family,” you put the beer down a few inches above your head so as to not tip it over with the ball you’re waving around but not throwing in the air like Jimin did.

“Sounds suffocating,” Jimin repeats a similar answer he gives whenever you use that dismissive tone while talking about your family.

“...are you okay?” Then he asks - and he’s genuinely asking - about your state of mind while casually downing the beer and feeling the bitterness lessen with every gulp.

The silence that lapses in between you is familiar.

“If I say no, can I get a hug?” It’s the look in your eyes, glimmering like the lake he used to go to in summer.

“Always,” he sets his beer down on the table next to the couch and goes over to you, standing on his knees before bending down and engulfing you in his arm.

You’ve always had a knack for picking yourself up.

When he sees you the next time, which is on instagram and a post of you having lunch with your friends, Jimin could hardly believe that’s the girl who asked him for a hug as if she’s afraid she’ll be putting him in an uncomfortable spot by asking for too much.

But there’s something…

Like an invisible wall made of ice that he can’t thaw through nor can he climb over to get to the other side where you are. Where you keep the people you love the closest. Closer than he’ll ever be.

Jeon Jeongguk is one of them.

In the picture of five people huddled close to fit in the frame, Jeongguk has his arm over you with a peace sign while you lean your head on his neck but not actually resting on it - like it’s an unconscious action you’d do because you’ve done that plenty of times.

Is it when you two were together?

Everyone he knows, knows that you and Jeongguk used to be more than just friends at some point.

Sometimes he still hears people talking about you two in passing.

‘Did ___ and Jeongguk get back together? I saw in Jeongguk’s snapstory - they were in a club or something.’

‘No way. There goes my chance of getting close with Jeongguk.’

‘Girl, with ___ hanging around him 24/7, do you think he’d look at girls like us?’

‘A girl can dream though.’

Jimin wanted to open his mouth and tell them they deserve way better than Jeon Jeongguk - though they’re not prettier than you.

He thinks you’re the loveliest girl on planet earth and if there was another life form on another planet, he’s almost a hundred percent sure you’d still be prettiest being in the universe with your obsession for skinny jeans and the way you’d unconsciously pout when he talks about how things weren’t going his way that day as if you would’ve exchanged your abundance of luck with his shitty one just because you’ve got that big of a heart and how you’d be walking with your friends, laughing and giggling and when you see him, you’d wave at him like you’re good friends.

Second only to Jeongguk and your friend group that you’re always hanging out with.

“Oh, ___? We were childhood friends.”

“Hmm… Gguk and I became friends because our parents are friends.”

The two of them say at different times and settings when Jimin asked, trying to play it cool. Like he isn’t just brimming with jealousy. Like he’s not half-way to losing his mind because the girl of his dreams just went to a retreat with his friend-of-a-friend-turned-actual-friend together when everyone else in the group who was excitedly planning for the trip - couldn’t make it.

The rooms at the inn weren’t even pre-booked. It was owned by Jeongguk’s family and they didn’t deposit any money for the trip for them to rationalize going on that trip anyway despite everyone else not being to go.

“The trip? It was fun, if you want we can go together next time.”

Jimin isn’t sure if you even mean that when he asked how the trip went after you’re glistening with the glow of after sex and scrolling through instagram, liking posts of everyone you know.

But then three months later, on your break, Jimin is hit with a ‘keep your schedule free next week for a whole week!!!’

Then he finds himself at a five star hotel by the beach with the most breathtaking view of the sea.

It wasn’t the inn owned by the Jeon’s but Jimin liked the fact that you brought him to a place - and he hopes his assumptions are true - your friends have never been before. Especially Jeongguk.

“Woah, this place is better than I thought,” a king sized bed lies directly across from the balcony where you’re standing, hair flying behind your back as the seaside breeze blows into the room.

“We can watch the sun rise and set from our bed,” Jimin comments for the sake of saying something.

He’s not sure what this means. He’s not sure if he should be having a boner at the thought of the two of you being together for a whole week without any other person getting in the way. He’s not sure if his heart should be thumping this fast.

For the first time since he’s known you, Park Jimin is the most unsure he’s ever been.

“You know what I wanna watch?” Your hands slip in his as you stand between him  and the open balcony door, “you under me, biting your lips because you’re still shy about the sound you make.”

So when you tug him back into the bedroom just minutes after checking in, naturally, Park Jimin follows like he’s been bewitched by your ungodly beauty.

Once the one week of nothing but heavenly morning wishes and passionate night kisses - oh, there was more than just kissing but Jimin remembers how your lips meld so perfectly together with his the most - Jimin is sure.

‘Something definitely changed.’

He thinks maybe it’s not impossible to dream of a future with you even after college.

“Jimin I-... I’m not at a point in life to be thinking about relationships,” you say, hand gripping your arm, head lowered as if your whole body is saying sorry.

“O-oh,” is all he says, he hearts his heart breaking and his chest caving.

All of a sudden, the lights in Gangnam city doesn’t seem so bright anymore.

You both live your last year pretending like the other doesn’t exist. He doesn’t look at you when he passes you and neither did you. Only talks to Jeongguk even though you’re right next to the aforementioned man - granted you were talking with your other friends like you didn’t even notice him there.

But Jimin’s never felt so invisible in his life than he does now.

Then, graduation rolls around and he thinks finally, he won’t have to walk through the hallway and pretend like he didn’t see you. Don't have to keep a five feet distance whenever you meet up for a group project.

Park Jimin doesn’t need to see your pretty face and starry eyes anymore.

“Jimin… do you have a minute?”

Or so he thought.

“So… congrats on surviving college,” you make small talk while standing just ten feet away from the boys whom he’s sure are speculating on what you’re talking about.

Jimin never got to prove to his friends that you’re not the mean, name-forgetting girl they all thought.

Jeongguk knows you’re not. He’s always backing Jimin up when Jimin’s debunking their passing accusations about you.

“Sometimes things just don’t work out between two people but doesn’t mean one of them is the bad guy.” Jeongguk's words put an end to their debate of whether Jimin deserved better than you or not.

For someone young, Jeongguk spoke his mind decidedly.

Jimin felt ashamed that he’d ever been jealous of Jeongguk’s relationship with you.

“I just… didn’t wanna leave things on a bad note. I’m sorry if I hurt your feelings when I said no but I really like spending time with you - whether it’s sex or just staying over and cuddling for hours… I like it all.” You say the word sex and cuddle like they’re used interchangeably and Jimin thinks his heart just fluttered.

And you’d said it in public where your everyone can see or possibly pick up on what you were saying, at that.

Well, one thing’s for sure, you’ve got bigger balls than he does.

“My feelings are the same as six months ago and call me crazy but I don’t think you dislike me either.” He finally says and it feels like a deadweight has been lifted off his shoulders.

There comes that pout, as if something is bothering you and you always ever pout like that when that something concerns him.

“You kidding me? I can never dislike you.”

The Jimin from six months ago would have stared at you with disbelief and a dust of pink on his cheeks. But the Jimin he is now simply smiles, heart thumping in his chest. He nods.

“Thanks for telling me that,” and Jimin knows that’s the closest to an ‘I like you’ he can get with the girl who builds an ice fortress around her heart.

A whole year passes by and Jimin finds himself in different shades of grey every day, working at his dad’s company and attending dinner meetings. Life comes to a standstill while time passes him by.

“So, like, you have a sports car, right? Why don’t you come over to the race circuit after dinner? Everyone’s gonna be there.”

Jeongguk tells him over the phone.

And by ‘everyone’ he means the sons and daughters in the corporate world. It’s networking at its finest.

When he’s there, three cars are already racing in the circuit. The smell of burnt rubber and the sound of tires screeching against asphalt isn’t exactly his favorite but they have cheap booze instead of fine wine and he knows the people here are in for the same thing as he is.

An escape.

Away from the grandeur of fine wine and dinner dresses and the elders breathing down their necks and having to act like the next heir to the legacy they were born to carry.

“That Chevrolet over there,” Jeongguk comes, hand on Jimin’s back as his other one that’s holding a bottle of beer points at a red car that looks like a racing fireball, “everyone’s betting on that one tonight.”

Jimin doesn’t know there’s a bet.

“I’ll skip the bet this time ‘round. Haven’t seen the driver yet,” he shrugs dismissively.

Even in stock investment, he’d learned to study the market first before placing his best bet.

Jeongguk leaves his side when his friends - he’s got new ones now - beckons him over. At the same time, the Chevrolet passes the finish line seconds before the Ford Mustang and McLaren 720s, making it the winner of the night.

The driver seems like a show off with the way the car rolls up to the audience, the sound of its engines revving into the night being met with cheers of half-drunk young adults.

Arrogance is a man’s downfall.

Jimin’s about to turn around and head for the exit when the door of the car gets pushed open. The driver steps out, decked in black and red leather jeans and jackets that seem to match the car.

But it’s the smooth, silken hair that cascades past the helmet that catches his eyes.

Park Jimin’s seen many arrogant men in his life but he’s only ever seen one woman with balls and looks good wearing them.

“___! ___! ___!” The crowd starts cheering as you pull off the helmet, holding it underneath your arm and waist.

Your eyes are as brilliant as the night sky full of stars. They’re tinged with shock and then recognition. And finally, you smile that gorgeous smile that gets you misunderstood often as a woman who doesn’t need anything or anyone but uses them as they come.

But Park Jimin knows better than anyone, how wholeheartedly happy that smile looks when you see him.

Like meeting a good friend after a long time.

Seven months down the road, Jimin finds himself with just a blanket draped over his waist while you’re taking a shower in his bathroom to get ready to head to Hong Kong for a business trip.

He hears the sound of the shower head being turned off. The tapping of your foot around his bedroom as you pick up your clothes that are strewn all over the floor.

Then the bed dips ever so gently under your weight as you climb over to him, the fresh scent of shower get filling his senses.  Lips press a deep, lingering kiss on his. As if you don’t want to go to a place where he won’t be.

A few socials and midnight races after his first meeting with you after a long time, you asked him if he’s seeing someone.

“If I say yes, what will you do?” It’s playful at first, because Jimin didn’t want to get himself hurt the second time.

But it’s the way you tilted your head, a finger tapping on your chin as you pondered on his words, “that’s a problem because I don’t want to be that girl that steals another girl’s man,” then you looked at him like you know he’s the one you want to wake up to every morning and the last face you see when you sleep at night and if you can’t have that. then-

“Can you be mine… just for tonight?”

“I don’t think I can.” The crestfallen expression you wear makes his own heart break, even if it’s just for a split second-

“Because I’m not seeing anyone but I’m in that point in life where I want a serious relationship or nothing at all.”

But what he doesn’t tell you is how he doesn’t want a relationship if it’s not with the girl who still haunts his dreams even after all this time.

Just like how you’d turned him down because you weren’t looking to be in a relationship before, you’d courted Jimin like you’d want to spend your whole life with him now.

Flowers got sent to his office everyday until it smells nothing short of floral. You’d be there, waving at him like he’s your savior in that dreadful social you were both attending. Every week, you’d plan dinner dates under the guise of catching up.

Before you race, you’d look over to where he’s standing, as if saying ‘this one’s for you’ before slipping into your car and coming out first every single time.

As if you were making up for every month of the year that you’d let life pass you by.

Now you’ve won a total of 36 races since he met you and the metal band you gifted him on the night of your 12th win feels warm against his skin. As if it’s absorbed all the love and adoration you poured into it.

And you’re wearing that ring he got you on your birthday on your finger that’s resting on his chest where his heart is as he kisses you back just as reluctant to let you leave.

But Park Jimin knows wherever you are, wherever you will be - you will always find your way back to each other.

Back home.

[butterfliesinthenightsky]

hi sweetheart !! may i please req an ateez and bts personality ship ?? my description was SUPER long (I GOT CARRIED AWAY </3) so you can cut my request at the personality part when posting my ship! tysm in advance <3

I’m an ‘03 liner that’s 5’9.5 (basically 5’10) with dark skin, jet black hair (currently in long twists rn!!), and i’m on the curvier side (esp hips and my thighs) !! some of my favorite features are my plump lips (and i have a beauty mark near the inside of my bottom lip!), my long legs (they’re 40.5 inches long and look so good in dresses and skirts <33), my kempt and pretty fingernails, and my eyelashes !!! i’m a virgo (and surprisingly i get along with all the signs, i cant think of a sole zodiac sign i DONT mix well with but i love cancers and virgos <33) ! i’m also an ambivert all the way! i often come off as cold/shy/quiet when meeting new people (one of my closest friends avoided me for a month before meeting me because i looked so intimidating LMAO), but once you get close to me i turn into a goofy (heavy on the goofy im never not laughing) bundle of warmth and love: i will never stop texting them the <3 emoji every morning or buying my friends/s/o their favorite starbucks order when they need a little cheer-me-up. also, lots of people say i’m mature and carry myself well, but around my friends i’m one of the most goofiest people ever (probably bc my face will literally be 😐 one sec and then 🥰 the next second when someone makes me laugh <3)

tysm in advance!!! Have an amazing day/afternoon/evening!

@anpanseok DARLING! I hope you love your ship <3 I'm actually really proud of this one, you'll have to let me know what you think! <3

In ATEEZ, I ship you with one and only demon San!

(I thought you'd like that gif ;) )

Okay, when you were describing all of the things that you would want in the relationship, I thought of San due to how clingy and affectionate he is with the other members of ATEEZ. He is a Cancer, which is good because that is one of the star signs that are compatible with yours. I don't believe that the age difference of four years would be that much of an issue, especially since San acts younger than he is most of the time anyway. I feel like most men are intimidated when their female significant other is tall themselves, but he is tall himself and I feel like the fact that you are taller is kind of one of his favorite things about you? One of his other favorite things about you are your curves, he always puts his hand on your thighs during movie night at the boys' dorm or in the back pocket of your jeans when you two are walking into KQ Entertainment together. When you wear dresses when all of you go out to fancy dinners together, he has to hold himself back because he ADORES you when you wear dresses! You said you're am ambivert, I feel like he relates to that in some form of way, like I feel like there are certain situations where he feels a bit more introverted about. Sometimes Hongjoong has to scold him because he texts you so much, but he can't stay mad at you when you pop into the building with their favorite Starbucks drinks and hand-made lunch boxes for them. Just as you always support his creative endeavors, he always returns it for you tenfold and when you are talking about issues you care deeply about, he gives you his full attention and stares at you lovingly. Not just San, but all of the boys, come to you whenever they are dealing with stress and they just want someone to talk to because you are so amazing at giving advice and supporting them. There was a time when a sasaeng approached you, San, Wooyoung and Jongho when you were doing some late night grocery shopping when another ATINY stopped her, causing an argument and nasty words to be exchanged. Let's just say, you shut that sasaeng down REAL quick when you heard some of the things she said. One day you woke up and found a present that San made for you, a mixtape of all of your favorite songs from all your favorite genres of music, along with a little keychain that had tokens of all of the states you had visited. He wholeheartedly loves you and he makes every effort to support all of your dreams. When he has days off from work, the two of you make a blanket fort in your living room and watch old episodes of Forensic Files and Law & Order: SVU, whilst surrounded by fluffy blankets and a couple of his favorite plushies. His life an idol doesn't afford him much down time, unfortunately, but he always makes time for you and you always have the craziest adventures with not only each other, but all of the other boys as well. Squishy San will want all of the cuddles, have you SEEN how affectionate he is with the other members?! Also, him in all black outfits.... YES, PLEASE AND THANK YOU. One day he was visiting your apartment and he surprised you with matching beaded pearl bracelets and he never takes it off, not even for performances. The boys don't really think nothing of walking into the bathroom to brush their teeth whilst one of the others is showering, that just comes with their busy schedules and their dorm life. Let's just say this: Mingi wasn't able to look you in the eyes for two weeks because he did just that, not realize that you had snuck in and stayed the night, and were currently going to the bathroom whilst San was in the shower. Your camera roll is not only filled with silly pictures of San that you've captured, but of the most magazine worthy, model pictures you have ever been lucky enough to take. He accepts you for all of your flaws, and helps you to try to work on them, however that may be and you do the same for him.

In summary: You both are simps for each other and I AM HERE FOR IT.

In BTS, I ship you with Namjoon!

Another tall boy for you, I got you! You both are Virgos, but I looked it up worried that two Virgos would clash, and it said that they would be very intuitive with each other and would understand each other! The age gap is quite large, I don't know how okay you are with that? I know everyone has different preferences. He approached you first when he saw you at the mom & pop coffee shop/cafe around the corner from your apartment, and he thought you were the most beautiful person he had ever seen. Another man who I don't think would be bothered by your curves (men can be shallow dicks), I think that is his favorite thing (same as San) about you. Not even in a sexual way, I feel like his hands would always end up on your butt without him even noticing. Most of the time, one of the other boys will point it out when all of you are hanging out together, and he will be proud that he has a significant other like you, but he almost might become a shy mess about it I feel like. I feel like he can get jealous, just because you are closest to Jungkook in the group and you often pull pranks on the other members together. There is never a shortage of laughs when all of you are together, pure crackhead energy if I've ever seen it, just non stop jokes and banter between all of you. You were able to get time off from work and were actually able to join them (their managers were surprisingly chill about you tagging along? CONFUSION?) on their tour around Europe and you had so many memories. You actually brought along a Polaroid camera that you found in a little store one day when the two of you were shopping, and you ended up having to buy an extra suitcase on the trip because you took LITERAL hundreds of pictures of all of your adventures and the tour shenanigans. He has childish tendencies, I feel like he would love to play Roblox with you? I feel like he would take a very mathematical approach to building things, that's just the vibe I get from him. He often stares at you when you're doing your makeup in the morning, he finds it fascinating and he even asked you to do his makeup for some of his shows. His makeup artists weren't angry, luckily, all of their staffs absolutely adore you two together. He is all up for adventures, I feel like he would chicken out at the idea of skydiving, though lol. You keep stealing his sweaters, which he low-key highkey is SO happy about because he loves the way that you look in them. The size difference is only three or four inches (I've seen people say he's 6 feet, but then others say he's 6 foot 2, WHICH IS IT?!), so it's pretty easy to sneak kisses from him whenever you want them when you're together. If he sees you struggling to stay awake whilst studying, he'll softly close your book and drag you over to your bed for a couple hours so you can take a quick nap to regain the energy. I don't really know his temperament that well, he has to be rather even-tempered to deal with those hooligans he calls the rest of BTS, so I feel like you wouldn't have that many fights. You both are always striving to help each other to be the best versions of each other you can be. You joined the boys on vacation at a lake house and one night you were having dinner and he blushed after you said something cheeky to him, causing you to say to him, "You look like a cute tomato when you blush, my cutie pie." in front of the other members. Needless to say, he turned even more red and the boys teased him mercilessly for the rest of the night. Don't know how the cooking would go (this boy is a DISASTER in the kitchen), but you would have fun learning new dishes. He would brag about getting a dish right, and you quickly praise him but also say, " and that's why you a big ass head.", causing him to die laughing. He is the very definition of a hard worker, and I feel like he would love being praised and doing the same for his significant other, so I'm glad that you said that you liked the words of affirmation love language, because GET READY. He's definitely been buffing up (I SCREAM WHENEVER I SEE PICTURES OF HIM NOWADAYS), so

his hugs would always be the best things, so warm and comforting. Don't know how you feel about children? We've all seen that VLive where this idiot literally bought baby shoes because he thought they were cute, so I think he would definitely want children down the road in your relationship if you were both comfortable with it. Best father and husband award goes to him.

In conclusion: SIMP. SIMP. SIMP. SIMP. SIMPPPPPPPPPPPP.

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Decided to just do another cover, since all three had one minus this one. Ngl, I traced Ugga and Grug's head shapes and stuff to get them on model bc fuck Grug is hard to draw, bodies were referenced from a photo and several screenshots in the movie. Also totally convinced Grug had plenty of hair until Eep was born and stressed it off to hell lol Below is the story that goes along with this story, featuring Grug and Ugga and a story about them in their younger days ~ - <3 - "Is this the little girl I carried? Is this the little boy at play? I don't remember growing older When did she get to be a beauty? When did he grow to be so tall? Wasn't it yesterday When they were small? Sunrise, sunset Sunrise, sunset Swiftly flow the days"

"You know, Grug. Eventually, Eep and Guy, they're going to want to start their own pack. Just like we did, it's our nature."

Grug is confused about when his little girl stopped being so little, perhaps its time Gran and Ugga tried reminding him it wasn't too long ago he was just like Guy and Eep are now.

The Sun Was a Wayfarer - Series

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It was really hard sometimes for Grug to accept his little girl wasn't so little anymore. She'd always been stuck like tar to his side and would demand stories as a young child. The old cave walls were filled with tiny hand prints he never realized had grown bigger until Guy came along and forced him to be reminded Eep was indeed a woman. She was seventeen summers old and the fact wasn't lost on anyone who had functioning eyes in their head.

Fathers only saw with their hearts though and inside Grug's his daughter was still that rambunctious sweet little girl who needed him to protect her. That also included suitors.

"Grug you're brooding again," he heard Ugga say from behind him.

"This is just my face." Grug shifted his weight from where he sat lounging against his favorite rock.

"Trust me, I can see them just as clearly as you can."

Grug couldn't help but stiffen at her call out of his snooping. Was it really spying though if the two were out in the open? They were together by the beach with Chunky playing third wheel. The demanding feline squeezed his way between them when he felt they were being too touchy. Or maybe it was just Grug self projecting, his cat generally liked being the center of attention. Guy and Eep were fishing by hand in the water but it soon turned into a game of seeing who could out run the tide first whilst trying to knock the other down. Chunky kept getting confused by this activity as he shook droplets off his wet paws.

Eep was in the lead by at least seven points, it wasn't like Grug was keeping track though. "Why didn't you tell me sooner Eep was all grown up?" Grug side eyed his mate who just laughed at him.

"She's up to your shoulder and gives you a hard time like every teenager, I thought it was obvious." Ugga nudged him with her elbow, her small hands were busy threading a bone needle with sinew as she sewed new clothes for her family.

"Well… she was always a stubborn girl and big for her age," he quipped as he crossed his arms.

"And then she got that doe-eyed look when mister-you-know-who showed up." Ugga batted her eyelashes playfully in emphasis and folded her hands beneath her chin a moment. It was hard to keep a straight face, Ugga quickly laughed it off. Grug set his jaw in a very uncharacteristic pout.

"Never should have stuffed him in the log," Grug said with less heart than he actually felt. Sure, he enjoyed roughing the kid up sometimes and making a big show of being upset seeing Eep with Guy but in truth he was fond of the… guy. It was still his job as a dad to scare Guy a little.

"Oh don't say that, he's practically our son now."

"Does that mean I need to protect him from Eep then?" He kept the edge of hope out of his voice the best he could as he faced his mate.

Ugga rested her chin on her fist thoughtfully, she put the needle safely away as she watched the two lovebirds chase one another on the beach. "You might, honestly," Ugga said with a warm voice. "She's a handful."

He heard a startled yelp from the shore and got to enjoy the sight of Guy yet again face planting in the sand. Eep pounced over his toppled form, he was spitting sand from his mouth.

"Gotta be faster than that!" She shouted with a victorious smile.

Guy mustered the energy to mockingly look at her like he was bothered but the toothy grin that spread on his face afterward said otherwise.

"Lovesick idiots," remarked Gran as she hobbled over to join them. She watched Eep and Guy fondly despite her toughness. "What I wouldn't give to be their age again. Especially with a boy like him, where was he fifty summers ago?"

"Ugh, I don't need that mental image," Grug mumbled with a shudder, his face surly.

"Aw Grug. Don't you remember what it was like to be young and in love?"

"I do, and that's why I'm worried!" Grug jutted a thumb behind him and caught the confused blank stare Guy gave the group at catching their gossip. "Young and hot blooded , Ugga."

Eep went over to haul Guy back up by the scruff of his neck. She shot Grug an embarrassed and irritated look that was muffled by her wild mane of red hair. "Ugh… Dad, we can hear you!"

"Good! So keep your hands to yourselves! You don't want little Eeps!" Grug paused. " I don't want more little Eeps, one of you is plenty!"

Guy gaped at them like a suffocating fish, Gran guffawed and shook her head. "Let them be, lunkhead. Not like they'll do anything in front of us, eh?" The two younger children of the Croods clan, Sandy and Thunk, looked up in confusion from where they were busy playing with Douglas a short distance away.

Eep pulled the curtain of hair over her eyes and wished for the ground to swallow her. Guy rubbed the back of his neck at the narrow eyed look Grug shot him.

Ugga rolled her eyes and began to try shooing the old woman off. "Mom, please."

"Come now, it's my generational right to tease the youngsters." Gran reached forward with her staff to hook it under the back of Grug's pelt shirt. She jerked it up with more speed than a lady her age should have, causing Grug to choke a moment as he grabbed for the shirt collar. "See? Like that! Sides, I got plenty of blackmail about you two turtledoves too. Grug was pathetic ."

Grug eyed her with a pointed glare once he was free of her pesky walking stick. Gran was unbothered, only grinned a toothy smile as she flopped comfortably onto the sand. She glanced towards Eep who perked at the potential to embarrass her father for once. It was hard to miss the mischievous wink she sent her granddaughter. Grug didn't like the curious glint in those green eyes as his spunky daughter practically skidded to seat herself near Gran. Guy followed clumsily as she had a vice grip on his hand. How Eep hadn't pulled his shoulder out along the way, Grug would never know.

It wasn't long until the entire family were seated in front of Gran. Thunk had Douglas in his lap and Sandy was curled around Belt who cooed at the attention. Ugga gave her mate a look that was screaming 'you brought this on yourself', Grug resigned himself to his fate out of pride. Real men didn't run from such things and as the patriarch he refused to be cowed by silly stories of when he was courting Ugga.

"What was dad like with mom?" Eep asked as she leaned forward, grinning. She looked at Grug who just huffed.

"Like I said, utter mushy rotten fruit. You think Guy is tooth rotting, you should have seen your father in his day." Guy pouted at being the butt of the joke as usual, he cast his dark eyes at Grug. He smirked as if to boast at the boy, smug that he wasn't going down alone in this evening razzing. "I wanted to chuck a rock at him every time he came to see Ugga."

Some of Guy's pride was built back up again though when Eep fondly rubbed shoulders with him. Grug began to wonder if it really was self-projecting this time when Chunky nosed his way between the young couple for a snuggle. Guy looked startled whilst Eep just scratched the Macawnivore between the ears.

Ugga decided to play traitor this night. "Mom how about you tell the kids about that time when Grug went on that big errand you gave him."

Grug couldn't help but wince and gave Ugga a scowl. The little minx had the nerve to grin innocently at him despite the betrayal.

"Big errand?" Guy echoed, he was barely visible from under Chunky's massive form.

"That story is my favorite," Gran cackled with a devious gleam in her eye. "And see Guy, back in our day if you wanted to court a woman you had to do something for the head of the family! Gramp was dead so I got to pick the task. Bless that heart attack he had."

Eep and Guy shared a look before both teenagers gazed questionably at Grug. He fidgeted before rolling his eyes. "That was Yesterday stuff. Besides, Guy saved us from The End with all his weird ideas so… consider the tab paid off."

"That brain thing of yours is really useful," Eep agreed with a girlish tone.

Guy blushed red at the compliment but didn't shy away from it. If anything it just made him glow proudly. "There's more where that came from," he quipped and knocked his knuckles lightly against his temple.

Grug almost wished he'd missed the bright, lovesick smiles the two shared despite Chunky barring them apart to the best of his ability. The desire for his daughter's happiness won out though, luckily for Guy who beamed. Even protective fathers and clingy Macawnivores weren't enough to stop true love it seemed.

"Anyway… it's no secret I didn't like your dad. So I came up with the most impossible task ever to earn Ugga." Gran licked her dry lips as she grunted, "Of course Grug had to go and actually do it."

"What did you make dad do?"

"Told him to go get a hair off a naked molephant."

Guy blinked. "But naked molephants don't have hair."

"Well, this is Grug so of course the nincompoop found the one blasted molephant that had hair." Grug let himself puff his chest out like a peacock preening its feathers.

"Yeah, well, you should have known better when you set me out on a job, Gran." He gave his mother-in-law a catty grin, for now he could relish in a past victory that smarted her way back when.

Eep looked at her grandmother mischievously. "So… when does the story get good?"

Ugga snickered, by now she had abandoned her sewing to sit between Thunk and Sandy. Thunk leaned against his mother as the woman combed her fingers through his scruffy mop of hair. "When he came back with his tunic ripped apart by a tusk," Ugga interjected.

"Wow," Thunk said in awe, turning his eyes to stare at Grug. Grug appreciated at least one Crood wasn't laughing at him. "How'd you do that?"

Gran cocked an eyebrow with a chuckle. "Yeah Grug, tell them."

Grug crossed his arms moodily. "Just for the record, it was a real life or death battle getting that stupid hair."

"Ugga was sewing his left buttocks for weeks," Gran said with a slap to her knee, the memory made her lifetime, really. She lifted her bony hands up to gesture with those old curled fingers of hers a measurement. "He's got a scar like this—"

"— ANYWAY! Like I was saying," Grug grumbled. He turned his attention back to his family. He scooped up a clump of sand and clay from the ground below and drew a vaguely person-like shape into the rock he had been lounging on. Then he drew a beast with tusks and a long nose next to him. "It was a battle of life and death, there I was, twenty two summers old—"

It was pure spite that kept him going hours after setting forth into the desert. Gran was convinced he couldn't win her daughter as his mate, and so when the old lizard raised the stakes he was determined to prove her wrong. He would get Ugga, she was something special and worth more than daylight itself.

He loved her and if it took getting a stupid molephant hair to be with her then so be it. Gran had been making him jump through hurdles since the day he'd met Ugga, it was no secret they shared a mutual loathing for each other. It also came from the same selfless affection the two had for Ugga, though Grug would have thought knowing he made her daughter happy was enough for her. Growling under his breath, he wiped the sweat from his brow.

There was still a good five knuckles before the sun would set, he'd find it before then. Either that or he was going to face the dangers night brought—

“You? Staying outside at night?” Eep sounded doubtful.

“... yes ,” Grug huffed.

“See? Big mush,” Gran interrupted.

"Can I finish? Nobody interrupted this much back in the cave," he grumbled moodily.

—He was sure the beast was around here somewhere as he took a cautionary sniff of the dry, dusty air. Grug could see footprints inbedded in the barren and broken ground that sand didn't cover yet. Running onwards, he pressed his knuckles into the ground as he paced himself.

Grug crossed the desert quickly and ignored the aching in his palms and feet from the hot tough earth. He was built strong and a little pain wouldn't stop his pride. He paused when the scent grew stronger, flaring his nostrils he climbed up a nearby tree to survey what was around. The sun was strong against his eyes and Grug strained through the bright rays of light to see a dark speck in the distance. In a nearby canyon below, Grug finally found what he was looking for—

"What about never being afraid?" Thunk asked his father.

Grug looked at Thunk before settling his dark eyes on his beloved Ugga. "I was afraid," he admitted with a chuckle. "But I wanted to impress your mother more. Being stubborn and hormonal is a terrible mix."

"You stubborn? No!" Eep exclaimed with a teasing grin. Guy gave her a playful look from where he was walled by Chunky.

Grug made a vague gesture with his hand and he relished in the confused faces Eep and Guy made when Chunky pressed his full weight against both of them. Guy yelped for mercy as Eep tugged on the cheeky feline that was crushing him into the sand.

"Grug! Please call him off!" A large paw cuffed his head, Guy's words quickly muffled.

"Dad!"

Grug suppressed a grin as he went back to his story. "I found the molephant so what was next was getting the hair—"

Grug couldn't say how long it took climbing down that cliff wall to reach the level the molephant was at. It was risky and went against what Grug practiced in his beliefs. Caution and fear kept him alive this long, yet here he was about to go harass an molephant for some hair it might or might not have. Dread pooled in his belly and made him cold, going after more beasts was not how he wanted this to go. Breathing heavily through his gritted teeth, Grug crept as quietly as he could across the canyon. There were many tall and small rocks around that would provide cover should he need to hide.

Grug didn't have a brain, cavemen didn't use those. At least he didn't and it showed when he found himself running full speed away from a rampaging molephant. He relied on his gut instinct to weave and dodge its massive tusks that were swung at him. Grug scrambled and whenever he managed to get close, the creature stomped it's way towards him with a vengeance.

He bit back a curse when a tusk just barely ripped part of his tunic at his chest—

"—so this is when the story gets to the best part," Eep interrupted with a cheeky hum. She'd since rescued Guy from the weight of Chunky and had him cuddled protectively in her arms. She rested her chin on his mused up brown hair. Guy idly stroked one of her hands that were interlocked at his neck and chest.

"I thought it was always at the best part," Thunk quipped in a confused voice to his sister.

"If I say anything else I'm worried I'll become Macawnivore food," Guy said and tipped his head to the side with a huff.

Ugga smiled at her children as Grug shot them a look to be silent. "Look if you want to laugh at me can I finish this up then first?"

Gran reached her staff out to bop Eep over the head, her bushy red hair cushioned the blow. "Yeah, hush your tongue."

Eep huffed when she felt Guy trying to muffle his grin into her arm. Grug shook his head at the sight, feeling a fond nostalgia swell within him despite the protective instinct. He looked at Ugga and she just arched a brow at her mate. Grug turned back to telling the story, large fingers drawing more on the rock.

"The molephant was putting up a good fight but your old dad was better—"

—He was swearing aloud and screaming as he hung onto the tusk by his shirt. Grug was glad he didn't feel wounded but this was just a disaster waiting to happen. Even the molephant seemed dismayed at the fact he now had the man stuck on his face. It kept rampaging and Grug strained against the beast in order to sink his feet forcibly into the hard earth. Dust filled the air and with his innate strength, Grug managed to swing his body around to grab it by its tusk. The molephant slowed and leaned back to buck, swinging Grug off after a lot of effort.

He was thrown through the air and scrambled to find his feet as he rolled like a big boulder. Dazed, Grug just barely got out of the way of the molephant as it charged him. Panting, Grug finally saw the hair on its angrily swishing tail. It groaned in frustration and Grug realized the molephant had gotten its massive body stuck between two rocks. Panicked and running strictly on adrenaline, Grug reached forward to yank off a clump of hair from its tail. It trumpeted its distress, Grug began to rush away but there was the sound movement. He dared to look behind him, yelling out he did all he could to escape the incredibly pissed off beast.

It only took one stupid stumble to find that in that split moment he was thrown into the air. Pain flowered under his back and rump. The last seconds felt like they were slow motion as he landed harshly into a patch of huge, prickly brambles. Everything went blurry and before he knew it, there was nothing...

He'd awoken to darkness and the scent of blood in his nose. He was tangled upside down in a bramble bush and covered in an uncomfortable amount of burrs. There was also pain in his rear end and back, Grug noted with a groan. However the panic he felt for that hair won out his concern for his current state. He couldn't go back without that blasted hair!

He froze his struggling at a sound in the distance and cowardly he hunkered down the best he could whilst suspended in the air head facing down. However, it soon turned into a voice. "...Grug! Grug?!'

"Ugga?!" He whispered harshly and in the moonlight he saw the cavewoman trotting cautiously on all fours. "I'm over here!"

Ugga hurried towards him and gave him a worried once over. Grug grinned at her concern until she scowled, harshly tugging on his ear like he was an impudent child. "Are you asking for a death wish, Grug?! Look at you! I can't believe you took mom seriously!"

"...it's good to see you too, Ugga," he grunted, pressing a hand to his ear to drown out the headache she gave him.

Ugga circled him with careful gray eyes as she tried to figure out how to get him down. "You are lucky no hungry predators sniffed you out first before I did," Ugga continued to scold.

Grug stiffened at the mention of such a risk and reached an arm to grab her shoulder as if it would protect her. "You shouldn't even be out here," he grumbled back.

"I know but after hearing mom laughing it up with the tribe about this stupid errand I needed to find you," Ugga hissed, pulling away to give him another stink eye. "I'm so mad at you right now."

"Yeah well once I find where that dumb hair went I'll be the one laughing at her!" Grug exclaimed, wiggling in an attempt to dislodge himself.

"Would you hold still? You're just going to make yourself worse," she complained and began to tear at the thicket with her strong, calloused hands.

Grug, being the stubborn man he was, continued to squirm this way and that. "I can get down myself," he huffed.

Ugga threw her hands up in frustration before yanking at a cord of bramble. "You have a head made of rocks, Grug."

Grug opened his mouth to argue back before suddenly falling. He cried out when his head hit the ground, grabbing at his neck in pain of the impact. Nursing a bump that felt like some giant goose egg, Ugga examined his tunic.

She made a noise through her teeth in fret. "How are you not dead right now?"

"I don't know!" He said with a growl, shuffling to sit up. Everything hurt from his skull to his toes that spread out in the pulse of his blood. "But between you, your mom and that molephant, all of you are really trying to bury me!"

Ugga rolled her eyes and spun him around, she pulled up his shirt before Grug could even protest. "You're lucky," she sighed, relief warming her voice. "That molephant tusk missed a major arterie. Really ruined your tunic though."

He softened and reached a hand out to touch her arm. "I got other shirts."

"It's probably going to scar. Can you walk?" Ugga faced him once again, he couldn't help but frown as he watched her wipe her bloody palm in the sand. My blood, Grug thought with a pained wince.

The adrenaline of the moment and even beyond it was wearing off, Grug really wanted to go back to his cave to nurse his wounds and ego. "I think so. Um… help balance me?"

A smile lit up her face and Grug wondered if it was the blood loss or her that made him sway breathlessly. "Sure." Ugga offered her arm to him which he took.

However, he stopped with a groan. "Ugh… wait. The hair, I'm not going back without that hair!"

"Forget the hair, Grug. Mom will get over it."

"Oh no! Ugga, I'll never hear the end of it if I don't give her that stupid hair!" Grug let go of Ugga to try peering through the darkness on the ground, crouching on his knuckles.

Ugga put her hands on her hips. "What is so important about getting my mom this hair? Naked molephants don't even have hair."

Grug just stuck a finger at her triumphantly. "Yes, yes they do and I swear to the sun it's not just me getting loopy from all this blood loss."

"Grug, you're scaring me," Ugga said in a deadpanned tone, brows arched.

"That old lizard can't keep us apart anymore after this," he continued to ramble on and on.

"Grug…"

"If it's a hair that ancient fossil wants in order to get her out of mine for good then so be it," he continued.

" Grug!"

"What?!"

"If you want to be my mate so bad why don't you just ask me yourself?"

Grug stopped his frantic search and stiffened up like a ribbit being hunted by a liyote. He turned to face her and saw she looked disappointed, arms crossed over her muscular chest. "Um… excuse me?" He wanted to kick himself for stuttering, he wasn't a boy anymore.

"I'm not something to trade for, and the fact you actually went through with it astounds me." Ugga shook her head with a sigh.

Grug shuffled his weight uncomfortably, he'd never been good at addressing his feelings out in the open like that. Even if it was for Ugga whom he loved dearly. "I know you're not an object, Ugga."

"Then why ask mom?"

"I… I don't know. I guess… I got tired of her talking badly about, you know… us." Grug looked at her with a frown, uncharacteristically vulnerable.

Ugga reached out to cup his cheek in her hand as she stood in front of him. "Mom says a lot of things, you really need to tune her out."

He turned his head to brush his nose against her palm in a fond gesture, slouching. "She always says I'm no good for you, Ugga."

"Well, lucky for us mom isn't the one you have to court. It's me." She leaned back on her heels, still stroking his face with a gentle touch for a woman as fierce as Ugga.

"I'm just saying, getting her to shut up would be a win win to this mess." Grug shrugged his shoulders in a dismissive way, a small grin on his face.

Ugga rolled her eyes at him. "You and your manly pride are going to get you into trouble."

"If I'm already in trouble I might as well finish up," he quipped. Grug found his molephant hair amongst the broken debris the molephant had left in its rampaging wake, he’d lifted it up triumphantly in the moonlight. Ugga shook her head. “Okay, now, we can go back!”

When they returned, the sun had started to rise over the desert as dawn chased off the night. Gran had stood outside the dwelling she shared with Ugga, her scowl etched deep into her wrinkled features. The other families were creeping out of their dens in preparation of the morning hunt and foraging, their curious eyes were shocked to see Grug limping back into the canyon with Ugga supporting his hulking mass.

Grug shoved the wad of hair into Gran's face with a low growl, "Here's your stupid hair!" The old woman took it with muted shock for once, gaping mouth wide as she looked between Grug and Ugga. With a burst of adrenaline and pride, he looped his massive arm around Ugga's waist to haul her over his shoulder.

She gave a startled laugh, lightly smacking her fists into his back. "We're going back to this tradition, are we?"

"I gotta make sure your mom doesn't try anything again, you're as good as mine now," Grug huffed, limping with his Ugga secured in his grasp like she weighed light as a feather.

"You're too much, Grug."

"You've never complained before," he shot back with a grin.

"C'mon big guy, I think all that blood loss is affecting your head. Let me patch you up."

Grug headed for his cave, merry that he'd gotten Ugga and at the same time shut that awful lizard of a mother-in-law up. It costed him his pride, he noted, it was hard to ignore the snickering of the families around them. He only bared his teeth at them which seemed to work for the moment. Once his back was turned the whispering and giggling continued.

Ugga merely pressed her forehead into the back of his neck and it made everything better… least until Gran moved in but that was a different story for another tomorrow.

Grug finished his story with flourish, loosely drawing what seemed to be a lopsided circle around the two images presenting Ugga and himself.

"I like that story," Eep said, a bit dreamily as she looked at the pictures. "It wasn't really embarrassing though."

"It was if you were there," Grug scoffed as he wiped his clay covered hands on his pelt.

"Well, it still makes me laugh at least," Gran said from where she sat, cackling.

"You laugh at anything that has me getting beat up," he pointed out, surprisingly with a much more amiable tone.

"Not true, now that you learned some jokes I laugh at other things too."

Ugga smiled fondly at her mate, letting Thunk sit up so she could go wrap her arms around his bicep in a hug. "Thank you," Ugga said, rubbing her nose into his cheek.

Grug softened and felt his ears burn, giving her a small smile. His eyes fell to his audience and he couldn't help lingering on Eep who still had Guy draped in her lap. They were gazing at one another like nobody else existed around them for the moment, Guy lifting a finger to fondly boop her nose.

Ugga shook her head. "Let them be, you remember what it was like still." She patted his arm fondly with a knowing smile.

Grug huffed but said nothing, just reluctantly looked away from the two lovestruck teenagers. "I've been lounging around too much anyway." He tried shrugging off the blatant teenage romance going on right in front of him. "Since they're busy, dinner duty is on me now." The plan had been fish but he knew that failed disastrously from the word go.

He grabbed Thunk by the shoulder and the boy protested a moment, Douglas scampered between their legs as Grug lead the way towards the woodland hugging the beachfront. Ugga watched Grug go, sighing like she was a girl of twenty summers old again. She reached down to grab Sandy who wiggled in her arms, Ugga tucked her under her elbow without batting an eye over the feral snarling. She cast one last look at Eep and Guy before walking off herself, intending to put Sandy down for a nap.

"C'mon you little scamp," Ugga told her daughter. "You need all the rest you can get for when Dada comes back with food."

"Hey… where did everybody go?" Eep found a moment to look away from Guy to realize the clearing had been well… cleared out. Only one that remained was Gran, the old battle ax of a woman rolled her eyes.

Guy lingered his gaze on her still. "I don't know but you are still here so it's not a problem yet for me."

She fought off a smile best she could but failed at his widening one.

"About time the two of you joined us back in this world," she grunted in a teasing tone, her joints creaking as she pushed herself to her feet.

"Oh, hey Gran." Guy waved a hand idly in her direction.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Eep inquired, huffing.

"Oh, you know very well what I mean," Gran replied, stretching a kink out of her back. She gave a satisfied sigh at the pop, leaning comfortably against her stick. "Anyway lovebirds… I want my afternoon nap now. Laughing at Grug really wipes an old lady out."

"Hold on a second!" Eep exclaimed, springing up to her feet. She unceremoniously hefted Guy up in her arms as she did so, his dark eyes only startled for a second. "Why is that story your favorite, really?" Eep asked with a squint.

She put Guy back on his own two feet though clung to his bicep. He leaned against her solid form without a thought, it came as easy as breathing air. "You and Grug didn't seem to have the best relationship," Guy added thoughtfully as he looked at her.

Gran huffed through what was left of her teeth, shaking her head. "It reminds me of how foolishly in love you two are," she chuckled at the matching blushes on their faces. "Being so devoted that you go and do something stupid to prove it. I'd watch your back Guy, Grug knows he can get you to climb in Chunky's mouth if it means Eep is your reward for it."

"Eep isn't a thing," he sputtered.

Eep couldn't help but playfully jab his ribs. "I'm not a catch then?"

"Of course you are!" Even at her most gentle, Eep knocked the wind out of him and he was wheezing.

"See! That is what I mean," Gran cackled as she reached out to pat Guy fondly on the shoulder. "Lovesick idiot. Eep has you down pat. That's okay though, us ladies like a man who's easy to boss around." She winked at Eep and Guy.

She heard Eep's disgruntled scoff as she turned away, a mischievous grin tugging her old lips. "Do try to behave yourselves. Well, I'll say ta-ta for now, loves." Leaving the two to their own devices at last, Gran began to hobble off after the direction her daughter Ugga had gone.

Guy stared at the pathway until Gran was a mere speck and turned to look at Eep. "Am I easy to boss around?"

"Behave ourselves," Eep said, pouting. "She's acting like we have no restraint!"

Guy chuckled with a teasing grin, leaning down to brush his lips against the hinge of her jaw. She immediately melted. "Maybe she's kinda right about that, at least," he mumbled against her chin.

Eep nuzzled herself closer to him, feeling his breath fan her neck. “We probably shouldn’t prove her right, you know how Gran is.”

Guy just huffed and began to pepper her neck and face in kisses, Eep had no complaints despite her playful refusal. Rebellion just came with being young, even if the old codger would relish in teasing them later for it.

[jypbae7]

GOT7 as a Boyfriend based off their Zodiac Sign

Jinyoung | Jackson | Yugyeom | Jaebum | Mark | Youngjae | Bambam |

All in good fun based off their signs & their behaviors/quotes! Don’t take it too serious!

Jaebum: Capricorn

Traits that match with sign:

Work ethic - a Capricorn’s career is IMPORTANT they are alllllllllllllll about working hard & making that money.

They are super passionate on whatever they do - which includes their job as one of their main priorities

“I want to date someone who is very understanding of the work I do.” - Jaebum quote from a JJP interview in 2017 (in other words someone who knows that his work comes first and he will be away a lot and put a lot into it no matter what whether you like it or not -this is a nonnegotiable deal breaker for most Capricorns

That being said...they put this kind of focus and devotion to all of the important things in their lives. So if they love you and choose to make you a priority they REALLY love you and will be as attentive as possible and be there for you - LOYAL AF if they actually commit for you (which is rare honestly)

They will also be super attracted to a female with the same sense of work ethic and ambition/drive

Lowkey the kind of dudes that ghost and pop back in every few months - mostly cause whenever their work or other priorities get busy they are too focused to spend time on anything else really & just forget about other less concrete things

The type who will occasionally forget or cancel a date- BUT will always make it up to you with an amazing date (usually out of the blue to surprise you!)

The type who will let you do most of the talking and just stare and admire you, with a very smiley face 😍 (best way to tell if a Capricorn likes you is to gauge how they look at you during a convo, if you’ve got their FULL attention eyes beaming and lips in a smirk of some kind - they are HELLA INTO YOU

Super masculine energy but a TOTAL softy, silly & mushy once you get past the surface

Studio dates (which may be more fun for him than you lol) more in 18+

Whenever he has time, he wants to spend it with you no matter what.

Totally down to go run errands with you so long as it’s time spent together - you can take this man shopping, he’ll sit quietly while you study, etc. He just wants to be near you. You are his home.

Will do anything for you.

“I want to take her where she wants to go. I would like to do anything she wants. even if she wants me to take her to a formal dinner that requires me wearing a suit.” - Jaebum on his ideal date

Will cook for you, clean up for you to surprise you, always holds doors open for you, and loves to take care of you and make sure you’re taking care of yourself when he’s not around to.

One of the RARE men who actually are capable of and enjoy planning dates and stuff for you - feels super comfortable taking charge in most situations

Knows EVERYTHING about you but will keep it in, you’ll notice it in little things he says or does that proves how much he pays attention to you

Now for the 18+ traits:

Dom - does not like his masculinity fucked with

However- he will still allow you to take control from time to time (briefly) but he’s still gotta feel like he’s overall still in control

Sex with him is an experience - it’s deeply intimate to him so he’s super comfortable with you if he’s doing it with you. It will go from sensual to kinky and probably switch back and forth between those often bc he loves both

Definitely a moaner (and God is it a beautiful sound) - high pitched when he’s receiving oral

The type to smile during sex - often

STUDIO SEX

Will want to taste as much of you as possible and he will tell you just how much he loves the way you taste usually with a big smirk on his face

Will totally striptease for you if you ask (starting off smiling and giggling but will go into bombshell mode when he sees you getting into it)

Loves to show you off - you are his trophy (Lowkey a kink of his) He feels so proud of how beautiful and special you are. Allows others to look but GOD HELP THEM IF THEY DO ANYTHING MORE

Major tease - usually playfully unless he’s feeling extra dom than he’ll say filthy things with a smirk and enjoy watching your reactions

Will be rough with you if you’re into it but only up to a certain point he doesn’t EVER want to actually hurt you (will remove his rings before ever spanking you, will never choke you too hard, etc.)

Turn ons:

Your moans

Your body against his, especially if there’s a big height/size diff he’ll find it SOOO precious

Watching you twitch and tremble, especially at the climax

Scratches on his back

He has said his ideal type is someone with a lots of aegyo - but doesn’t seem to be too picky it’s more of an individual thing for him: “Anything is fine as long as it suits her, even if her hair is short like mine.”

You with no makeup on - fresh out the shower or having just woken up in the morning

MORNING SEX

Shower/Post shower sex

Staring at your boobs during sex & putting them in his mouth

Also loves your legs and butt too

Seeing you dressed in all different ways (casual, dressy, traditional clothes, lingerie, etc. - loves it all)

Holding you down and rolling his body/hips against you

Neck kisses

Sloppy tongue-filled makeouts during sex

When you compliment him and make him feel like he’s the only man in the world, especially little stuff out of the blue/in public

When you wear his clothes/shirts

YOUR SMILE - he loves yours as much as you love his

[huhusevenn]

jtwya

• fluff, humor

• Word Count: 1.5k

• HighSchool!au | transferee!woojin x reader

• a/n: hiii! i wish u had a great day, and if not, i hope this will help you smile for a bit. the reader's thoughts are in italics. thank for reading! the title sucks, bc i cant think of anything else im sorry :(( it's almost quarter to one here am here lmao

- Rei <3

ps. the photos arent mine, but the edit is mine.

"You're the shit."

"What the shit."

Hyunjin and Yeji said at the same time, but with different expressions. Typical twins. Except that you love Hyunjin's grin of fascination more than Yeji's gaze of disgust for this moment.

"I know. I'm the shit, right?" You grinned, throwing an arm over Hyunjin's shoulder to pull him close to you. You ruffled his hair playfully, earning a small giggle from him.

"No, Y/N, you look like shit. What in the world did you just do to your hair?" Yeji exclaims in disbelief as she eyes your new pixie, undercut hairstyle with light blonde highlights. You seriously don't understand why Yeji didn't like it. It's so beautiful you stared at yourself for 5 whole minutes in the mirror - that's a new record! Even your Dad was impressed by this hairstyle, and he rarely cares when it comes to these things.

"Apparently, I fell in love with Captain Marvel's hairdo. You also told me to get my hair done! " You stated defensively, which annoyed Yeji more.

She rolled her eyes at you. "I told you to get your hair done by hot-oiling it, dumb butt!"

"It's cool, you look like a boy now," Hyunjin ruffles my hair as well, "nice highlights, man! It added to the masculinity."

What. the. f-

Now that explains why Dad gave a fuck for the first freakin' time

"I'll just wish to the gods above the heavens that you didn't completely ruin your chances in dating someone this school year," Yeji sarcastically remarked.

"I don't even care anymore," you exhaled heavily, flushing all your hopes of dating someone out. You told yourself that you'll stop looking for guys and let destiny fate do their thing with you and your soulmate if there's any.

"I'm kind of tired assuming that someone would be interested in me, when society made it clear for people like me that there will never be," you ranted, followed by the sigh of defeat.

"Don't lose hope yet! Someone will see you beyond that hairstyle," Yeji half-heartedly encouraged, still a bit annoyed because of your hair.

"I'll seriously miss your long, dark hair, but I'll get used to this, hopefully." She finally smiled at you. The conversation was cut short by the first morning-bell, then students started to hurry, pushing each other rather carelessly at the hall just to make it to class before the second bell rings.

"See you at lunch!" you slightly yelled. She nodded in response as she separated herself from you and Hyunjin, who is currently doing his best to refrain from laughing hard as you put some of your things in your locker.

The hall is mostly empty by now, for the students have finally settled into their respective classrooms except for you, Hyunjin, and a boy you've never seen before in this school.

"Who's that?" You asked Hyunjin in a whisper as you watch the boy struggle in opening his locker.

"New kid, obviously," Hyunjin replies, "to be honest, I feel bad for him. That locker has been broken for god-knows-how-long and no one has ever used it until now."

"Hey!" You called out, "that locker's broken. We could share if you don't mind."

"PFFFT- Wow, Y/N, just. Wow." Hyunjin snarkily exclaimed, "that's a new kid and you're hitting on him already?"

You chose to ignore him and continued to arrange your locker so all his things could fit in. You don't really take up that much space since you carry everything in your bag because you tend to forget your assignments in your locker. You almost failed your English class because of it.

"Uhh, hi," You heard the new guy's silvery, soft voice behind you, "I'm... new here."

"Yeah, I can see that. So, what's your name?" Hyunjin asks.

"Woojin. Woojin Kim."

"All done," you turned around and gave the transferee a small smile.

"Thanks, man." He said as he placed his stuff inside your locker.

Hyunjin erupted in laughter that echoed throughout the empty hall, clapping his hands in pure amusement at the same time, which only added to your annoyance.

This Woojin guy looks at the both of you, confused as to why you're giving him a bitch face and Hyunjin laughing so hard. "Did I do something wrong?"

". . . I'm a girl."

"Oh, you are?"

Hyunjin cackles even harder, almost becoming the epitome of ROTFL; and you couldn't be more irritated when you see Woojin's look of pure astonishment. Do I really look like a guy?' But there's no point in arguing. You love this hairstyle nevertheless, and you know that you'll rock it whether you'll look like a guy or a gal. The second bell rang, signaling the start of the class. Good thing your first class is Biology, which is found right beside your locker row and your teacher is always 30 minutes late.

Ignoring the now calm Hyunjin and embarrassed Woojin, you entered the room and went to your seat. Woojin and Hyunjin follow you inside, as well. Hyunjin then goes to his seat at the back row, never forgetting to send you a teasing wink as he passed by.

Woojin eyes the classroom for a moment to look for an empty seat, then he found the one and only vacant spot, which was next to yours. Letting what he said slip away doesn't mean that you'd do the same with your burning annoyance, so you decided to act as if he had disappeared into thin air.

You felt him start to walk towards you, but you kept your head down to avoid eye contact. As soon as he sat on the chair, he spoke up. "Hey, I'm really sorry about what I said earlier. I didn't mean to hurt your feelings, or whatsoever."

You looked at him with a raised brow, meeting his slightly serious gaze, to which you chuckled because you find it surprisingly cute of him to be this worried. Your annoyance immediately dissipated as if it was never there. "We're cool, man. No need for apologies."

"As a matter of fact, I find y-"

Woojin was cut off when the door slammed open, then your Biology teacher came in sight, still looking fresh as ever. Your class lowkey thinks that he's spending an hour in the mirror just to "fix" himself, that's why he's always late.

Woojin didn't bother continuing what he wants to tell you because his focus is now on the teacher, as he waits to be called to introduce himself. You didn't mind, though. You can always ask him about it later. Doodling on the back of your notebook is more interesting.

The teacher finally noticed Woojin and he formally introduced himself in front of the class, but with whatever the weirdest reason Mr. Lee has, he started to ask Woojin some silly questions, and you assumed that he's being lazy today and wants to spend the half-hour in doing nothing but joking around.

"So Woojin, what talents do you have?" He asks, sitting on top of his desk.

Woojin nervously fidgets his fingers, yet he answered, with a confident tone, "I sing, sir."

"Really? Care to sing your favorite line in your favorite song?"

He nodded. You're still not paying attention because you're busy perfecting the Pikachu doodle in your notebook. It's gonna be my first-ever masterpiece, even Jisung would be jealous.

But the moment he started singing, his voice cut through your focus then your eyes snapped towards him. Amazement widens your eyes, your mouth gapes in surprise as his voice - his sweet, angelic, and perfectly in-tuned voice - resonates through the whole room.

"When I see your face," he sang, as his eyes wander to the back of the room, "there's not a thing that I would change..."

"'Cuz you're amazing," his gaze met yours, then Civil War suddenly took place inside your stomach, "just the way you are."

The room fell silent, everyone still amazed and shocked. Your gazes are still locked, but you averted it as soon as the sound of Mr. Lee's handclaps broke through the silence, everyone then followed, some even whooping a little. But you're still dumbfounded because of what he did.

What the fuck was that, Woojin?

"But wait, I noticed you directing your gaze towards Chloe as you sang. It's for her, isn't it, Woojin?" Mr. Lee suggestively said, wiggling his brows at him playfully. Your classmates started to cheer loudly, whooping even louder, and a friend of Chloe yelled 'she's single, Woojin!' Woojin rubbed his back of his neck sheepishly, failing to answer because of his nervousness. You are kind of disappointed, but not surprised because new kids always pine up over Chloe - your school's very own It Girl. You thought Woojin would be an exception, but clearly, you are wrong.

Finally, Mr. Lee let Woojin take a seat then started lecturing. "I'm glad I discovered that hidden talent of yours," you whispered to him, nudging his side playfully with your elbow when he sat down.

"But I wasn't looking at Chloe. I swear." He whispered back, sending you a wink. It's not the Civil War that's happening anymore - it's actually the Endgame.

[jksmoongf]

Kissing Fire [pt. 3]

Pairing: Jungkook x reader x girlfriend (oc) Genre: cheater!au, angst, smut (maybe a tiny bit of fluff) Wordcount: 6.6k Summary: It always feels like there is only one person in the world to love. And then you find somebody else.

a/n: I don’t condone cheating on your s.o., so please don’t read if you have a problem with this! (also I’m not saying this is something Jungkook would actually do!) Warning: smut, lies, heartbreak and more lies (it’s gonna be one angsty mess) **a/n** I’m sorry it took me so long to update. I had a writer's block but this is longer than my usual chapters to make up for it. I have to thank @jaxonah for constantly kicking my butt & making me write bc this chapter wouldn’t exist if she didn’t bug me all the time. love you bby angel. 💋 Warning Chapter 3: smut (plain old vaginal sex, unprotected of course! Please use protection, angels!), jealous!jk

He could feel the mattress shift next to him, slowly forcing him out of his deep slumber. It felt like he had only closed his eyes a few minutes ago. Jungkook opened his eyes a tiny bit, watching as his girlfriend climbed out of the shared bed. Still unsure of how to approach her after last night's events, he decided it would be for the best if he just pretended to still be fast asleep. The door to his room opened and she quietly tiptoed to the bathroom. He rolled onto his back; keeping his eyes shut tightly; the feeling of guilt flooding his mind again. He fucked up by treating her badly. He was painfully aware of that, but it felt so wrong to touch her, sleep with her and make her believe he was still feeling the same way he did months ago. 

Surely, he still loved her in some way or maybe, maybe he just cared enough about her to not want to hurt her intentionally but his heart and soul were set on someone else; someone who made love feel easy, special and exciting and not like a chore.  He missed her terribly; time spent apart was almost too much to handle for him. It was like she had put a spell on him, making him fall in love so deeply that he couldn’t get out no matter how hard he tried. He felt a smile tugging on his lips; he just couldn’t help but feel happy when he thought about her. The way she said his name, still made him feel all giddy inside just like that one time his parents had taken him and his brother to a fair and he got to eat all the snacks and ride the carousel until he felt dizzy.  The door opened and he listened to Yina shuffle around his room, getting dressed and packing up her things. In the past, he had watched her, admiring her beauty and hoping to steal another kiss before she left but now he was counting down the seconds until she was gone, hoping he wouldn’t have to endure her presence for a while. For a moment it was silent and he could feel her eyes resting on his body. He didn’t dare to move, scared he would indicate to her that he was awake. She let out a sigh before leaving his room and closing the door behind her. He stayed still, listening to her footsteps echoing down the hallway on the expensive hardwood floors.  Just to make sure she was really gone he peeked through his eyelashes; his room was still dark but he was alone, at last.  With lightning speed he reached for his phone, desperately tapping the home button only to find that he had no new message from her. It was just past seven in the morning and he knew she would still be asleep but his heart yearned for a simple text. 

An unknown hand was softly caressing Jungkook’s cheek and his eyes fluttered open, only to look at Hoseok in disappointment. “Good morning Sleeping Beauty, breakfast is ready.” He laughed, pulling the duvet off of the younger boy. Jungkook curled up, shaking his head. “Come on, the others are waiting for you.”  “But I don’t wanna get up..” He nuzzled his face into the soft pillow, wanting to get five more minutes of sleep.  “Move it.” Hoseok started poking his face, making his silly little noises. “Come on, you don’t want your cereal to get soggy.” 

With a groan Jungkook let his older brother pull him to his feet, slowly waddling after him to the kitchen. He took his usual place at the big kitchen table and sleepily stared into the empty ceramic bowl in front of him. Ha-na and Tae were already in a chipper mood, talking about all sorts of things. “So, do you want to order takeout or shall I cook?”  “Let’s just order something. It’ll be easier and you don’t have to worry about getting everything ready.” Tae said before shoving a piece of toast in his mouth. It was odd to not see him with his headphones in, watching an anime while eating his breakfast, waiting for his body to wake up. Maybe Ha-na did make things better for Tae, he seemed a lot happier since she was around, even in the mornings. Jungkook had always had a difficult time waking up, it took him a lot longer than most people but he wondered if it would all change if y/n was around every day.  “You’re so right. God, I’m so excited.” She clapped her hands together and pressed a kiss to her boyfriend’s cheek.  “Coffee…” Jungkook muttered, his eyes glued to the coffee machine on the counter; hoping he’d find it in himself to get his body to move from the chair in the foreseeable future.  “Take mine, I’ll make a new one.” Hoseok placed a big mug in front of him and ruffled his hair. He hated to admit it, being 21 years old, but sometimes he enjoyed when his older brothers babied him, making sure he had everything he needed - even the little things like coffee and a bowl full of his favorite cereal. Greedily he grabbed the mug with both hands, ready to chug down the hot milky brown liquid.  “What do you have planned today that you’re so excited about?” Jin inquired, putting his phone down on the table.  “We are playing cupid today.” Ha-na smiled. “So we need all of you to either go out or stay in your rooms so we can have the living room to ourselves.” 

Jungkook had not been paying much attention to the conversation the others were having, too busy devouring his cereal until her name was brought up. Trying not to look suspicious, he pricked up his ears.  “We’re planning on setting up y/n with one of Tae’s friends from Hwarang.”  He almost choked on the spoon full of cereal in his mouth. “What?”  “Oh look, who’s finally awake.” The others laughed at his shocked reaction. Trying to play it cool, he leaned back in his chair; pushing his hair from his forehead. “I’m pretty sure, y/n can get a date on her own without your help.”  “I’m sure she can, but Tae and I think she would be really cute with Hyungsik.”  “Hyungsik…” Jungkook repeated under his breath; jealousy beginning to stir up in the pit of his stomach. How was he going to compete against someone like him? Everybody seemingly adored that guy. “You can’t set her up with him…” He said; biting down on his tongue as soon as the words left his mouth, mentally slapping himself. He had to be careful; letting his jealousy surface would be a dead giveaway that he was not just y/n’s friend. 

“And why not?” Ha-na seemed awfully intrigued by his comment; propping her elbow up on the table to rest her chin on her hand. “He’s very good looking, he is funny and really nice and he’s a great actor. The whole package if you ask me and if they do hit it off, Tae and I finally have another couple to go on dates with. It’s a win-win situation and everyone will be happy.” 

Ignoring her completely to avoid telling her that it would make him miserable, Jungkook looked at Tae. “Do you really think y/n wants you to do that?”  But Taehyung just shrugged him off. “I don’t know but Ha-na is right, they would be cute together. Hyungsik is amazing and I know y/n liked the dramas he was in, so it won’t hurt to try, you know?”  “He’s not even that great of an actor.” Jungkook groaned in annoyance.  “That’s not what you said when you watched Strong Girl with me every week…” Tae trailed off, making everyone laugh. “What’s your problem?”  “I don’t have one, I just think you shouldn’t be forcing your best friend to go on dates just so you and your girlfriend can go on double dates. That’s so selfish.” “Wow, okay calm down Kook.” Ha-na looked him in the eyes. “It’s just a first date so they can get to know each other and maybe they’ll fall in love and get married and have babies.” 

He knew that she was just teasing him to annoy him even more but he felt a sting in his heart that he couldn’t explain. Yes, none of this was true but deep down he was scared that he might lose her to someone with whom she didn’t have to hide her relationship with in front of her friends. Was she really so in love with him that she wouldn’t replace him with someone like Hyungsik? It wasn’t hard to picture her holding hands with him while walking down the street, being happy and in love. Jungkook hated his vivid imagination for fueling his jealousy and anger, not only toward his girlfriend but also towards a guy he had never even met. 

“I bet you jinxed it and he won’t like her, I mean who would, right?”  “Did you really just say that?” Tae’s eyes were nothing but mere slits now, his nose slightly scrunched up in contempt about the snide remark.  “I was joking…maybe she’s not his type. I always thought y/n was more of an acquired taste, you know? She’s a little odd.”  “If she’s so odd, care to explain why you keep helping her with editing and taking pictures?” Ha-na was giving him the side-eye as if she had just caught him in the act of lying through his teeth.  “She’s still my friend but that’s not the point.”  “And what is the point, JK?” Hobi chimed in, who had been following this conversation silently, which was very unlike him.  “Ugh never mind, none of you would get it.” He pushed his chair back. “I’m going to my room.”  “Don’t forget to stay there until their date is over tonight.” Her voice echoed in his head as he stomped down the hall. Ha-na had always teased him like an older sister would but she never went too far until now. He could feel his hands shaking with anger; no one was going to steal the girl he truly loved… no one. 

*

She stood in the lobby of the apartment complex, waiting for the elevator when her phone vibrated in her pocket. She had just arrived at the dorms, after meeting Taehyung and Ha-na in Dongmyo for a coffee, while they were out shopping for vintage clothes. 

[Taehyungie - 3:43 pm] Ha-na has laid out a dress for you to wear on my bed. If your bra needs some extra padding there’s some in the bottom drawer on her side of the closet. She said that you have to make the girls look good 🙈😶 her makeup bag is on my desk if you need anything ☺️

Rolling her eyes, she stepped into the marble tiled elevator, looking at herself in the full-length mirrors that covered all three walls. Yes, her outfit was simple today - skinny jeans, an oversized sweater, and a denim jacket but this morning when she got dressed she hadn’t known she was going on a date otherwise she would’ve put more effort into how she looked. Jungkook on the other hand really didn’t care much for the clothes she wore; by all means, she could be wearing a trash bag because he would undress her eventually anyway.

“Jungkook…” She whispered and her body tensed up. How would he react if he found out that she was going on a blind date? She loved him with every fiber of her body and hurting his feelings was the last thing she wanted to do but she had no choice. Not wanting Tae or Ha-na to be disappointed in her when they had planned this evening and both seemed really excited at the idea of her finally having a boyfriend. 

After entering the passcode to the apartment, she quietly swung the door open but was met with nothing but silence. Coming here early and unannounced wasn’t the best idea, maybe he had gone to his studio to work on some music or videos.  She kicked off her shoes in the entryway and made her way to Taehyung’s room where she found a burgundy-colored dress on the bed. Carefully she picked it up to get a closer look - it was a pretty dress although it wasn’t her style. Quickly she changed into it, eyeing herself in the mirror. It was quite tight, accentuating the natural curve of her body, not leaving any room for imagination of what was hiding underneath. The high neckline was connected to the rest of the dress by a strap of fabric going through the middle, letting the two cutouts reveal the mounds of her breasts. It wasn’t out of her comfort zone to show off her assets but maybe it was a little much for a date she didn’t want to go on. Both of her hands cupped her breasts, pushing them up even higher; knowing that it would drive Jungkook crazy to see her like this; his eyes glued to her chest at all times. She made a mental note to wear something similar if they ever went on a date in the future.  She wasn’t trying to woo the mystery guy so she decided against extra padding since her bra was pushing everything up to where it should be anyway. Not wanting to bestow Ha-na’s wrath on her, she touched up her makeup and used her straightener to give her hair a soft wavy texture. She had to at least pretend like she was trying to look good for tonight.

*

Jungkook pushed his chair back, resting his back against the soft cushioning, mindlessly picking at the little hairs on his cheek. It was hard to focus when all he could think of was y/n going on a date with Hyungsik. His eyes darted to the screen of his computer, focusing on what he had typed into the search bar on Naver. How to sabotage a date.. but he couldn’t bring himself to hit enter. He knew it was childish to try to ruin their night but he didn’t want to go down without a fight. Maybe he should trust her but it wasn’t easy when he had such a hard time trusting himself. He was scared shitless beyond belief; what if she actually liked him? Jealousy had always gnawed at him when Taehyung had been hanging out with his actor friends in the past, in fear of losing him too but back then he had known that he would never lose one of his best friends to those guys. It had even been fun to tease his older brother along with the other members but this time… it was different. There was a chance that she would break things off with him to be with someone better, someone who could give her everything and maybe show her off to his friends and family. Then again, it wasn’t like her to just get up and leave; she was still here every day, telling him she loved him although he had yet to break up with Yina.

Jungkook would never dare to say this out loud, let alone to her face but a part of him knew that they were destined to be together and maybe this date was just another test the universe was throwing at them. He did not believe in much these days, hardships hitting him left and right but one thing he was certain of and nothing could shatter the part inside him that believed in true love, and he was going to hold onto that thin thread that could rip apart at any moment. 

It was time to stock up on snacks for the night if he wasn’t allowed to leave his room for hours. He was cursing himself for not going out with Jin and Jimin for the day; it would have been much easier to ignore all the things he did not want to think about but a little part of him wanted to be here. His heart was playing a sadistic trick on him, making him believe that just his mere presence in the apartment would stop her from falling for another man. 

He got up from his chair and left his room, but as soon as he entered the hallway he stood still, holding his breath. His eyes were wide as he looked at his favorite person in the world leaving Tae’s room. 

“Oh, Kookie..” A smile spread across her face, as she made her way over to him. She was insufferably close, her perfume hitting his nose and clouding his mind; blurring out the hurt and anger stirring up like a hurricane in his chest. He didn’t want to kiss her when she looked breathtakingly beautiful for someone else but he was weak. Jungkook just couldn’t resist as the lips he was craving softly pressed on his. 

For a split second, he let himself get lost in the kiss, his hands taking their usual spot on her hips - wanting to pull her close and just hold her tight.  But he had to be strong; so he pulled away extending the distance between them again.  “So you’re going on that date then…” He said, gesturing towards her body - not needing any verbal confirmation other than the dress she was wearing.  “Yeah, I didn’t want Tae and Ha-na to get suspicious.” 

He scrunched up his nose and furrowed his brows. “Oh, like they would assume anything just because you said no to a blind date.”  She crossed her arms in front of her chest, making her breasts look even more prominent and he caught himself staring at the soft flesh he loved so much. “Y-you can’t wear that!”  “And why not?”  “Because he’ll look at you like you’re a piece of meat and…” He paused, unsure of whether it was a bad move to say what he was thinking. “Well, not all guys think with their dicks.” She said rolling her eyes. “If that’s what you’re worried about and we won’t be alone, so..” Her voice trailed off. 

Jungkook swallowed the lump that was beginning to form in his throat. She really didn’t seem to care much about his feelings. Why was it so easy for her to disregard the simple fact that it would hurt him? He would never do that to her; he loved her too much. “Cancel the date…please?” The last word was so quiet that she couldn’t hear it. Was he really going to beg as a last resort? 

“I can't, I have to go. Tae and Ha-na set it all up already.” He wasn’t sure but her eyes looked wet like she was going to burst into tears at any second. She turned around to walk back to Tae’s room but his hand quickly reached for her wrist. “Don’t go! You’re mine!” His voice was now firmer and louder than before.  “These words would be a WHISPER if Yina was here.” 

She looked at him; eyes not swimming in tears anymore. Why was he being a jerk about this? He knew that she had no choice, although they were the ones who constructed this mess in the first place. She opened her mouth to give him a piece of her mind, when he suddenly grabbed her other arm, closing the distance between them and making her walk backward until she was trapped between him and the wall. Jungkook’s body was radiating with heated anger, yet his face remained expressionless. His right hand let go of her wrist, only to firmly grab her chin, forcing her to look up at him. Lips greedily attacking hers; teeth grazing over her bottom lip before sucking it in-between his.  A hand was tangled in her hair, as the other found its way underneath the dress. He wasn’t wasting time; his fingers eagerly massaging the little bud over her panties, making her moan into his mouth. He could feel her arousal dampening the fabric quickly; over the past months, he had learned a lot about her body and what got her going that there was no trace left of the shy, unsure boy he once was, now being able to take full advantage of his knowledge. 

Her tongue was fighting a long lost battle against his; she was like putty in his hands, even now when he was angry and just having his way with her. Jungkook’s movements were quick, they could get caught any minute. He broke the kiss and swiftly turned her around to face the wall; skillfully he rolled her panties down with one hand while lifting her dress up with the other. Eyes resting on her behind, fighting the urge to slap it and leaving his handprint as evidence that she belonged to him. “So pretty…” He mumbled, running his fingers over the soft round flesh. “What is?” She asked, her voice breathy and unstable. “You.” He could see the smile tugging at her lips. 

Usually, he’d give himself more time, to taste and treasure her but he had to be quick. He shoved his black sweat pants down his thighs, setting his almost fully erect member free, before hastily stroking it until he was fully hard. He grabbed her hips to adjust her position, arching her back for easy access. 

With one hand still resting on the small of her back, he wrapped the other around the base of his throbbing dick, rubbing it back and forth between the wet folds, not able to resist the inviting warmth any longer; watching as the tip painfully slow disappeared inside her. She gasped at the somewhat unexpected intrusion, almost immediately followed by a moan through gritted teeth. 

He pulled out, only to thrust back in with full force; no intention of giving her much time to adjust. His fingers were digging into her skin, his teeth buried in his bottom lip; too lost and focused on thrusting in and out. 

Skin slapping on skin echoed from the walls of the hallway, mixed with her needy moans begging him to go faster and harder. His hand once again, tangled in her hair, pulling her upper body closer to his so he could lick and suck on the delicate skin of her neck. 

“Jungkook..baby..please…” She breathed her hand between her legs, rubbing her clit to help her chase down her orgasm. Roughly he swatted her hand away, replacing her fingers with his own, coating them in her sweet sticky juices. 

He could feel her starting to clench around his dick; normally he would hold back, waiting for her to finish first but not today. He picked up the pacing of his thrusts, his fingers mimicking the speed perfectly as he rubbed small circles around the swollen bead, skillfully avoiding the point that would push her over the edge. 

His breath hitched and got caught in his throat. “Fuck.” He whined as he released hot streams of cum inside of her; her walls convulsing around his dick, milking every last drop. This time, he pressed a gentle kiss on the exposed part of her shoulder before pulling out. “But baby, I didn’t finish.” Not once had her voice sounded so needy and whiny until now and it boosted his confidence in his decision. 

“Have fun on your date…” He said, while quickly pulling up her panties to make sure no cum was dripping out of her. “…with me inside of you.” He whispered against her ear, as she slowly turned around to face him, an expression of disbelief painted all over her features.  

Nonchalantly he pulled up his sweats and fixed his hair in the reflection of the picture on the wall. Her hair was a mess, the lipstick was blotchy and her cheeks were flushed. His eyes wandered to her legs, resting on her thighs which were tightly pressed together. He fully believed in his irrational plan, relying simply on the fact that she had always been the more adventurous one in their relationship, contrary to him who had always liked to play it safe until he met her.  Faintly he could hear voices outside the apartment and with a smirk he walked into the kitchen to grab some snacks like he had originally intended, leaving her behind all hot and bothered. 

He was rummaging through the cupboards when he heard Ha-na’s voice from the hallway.  “Oh my god! What did you do? We have to fix this! He will be here in 30 minutes. Tae, order some food and get the boardgames ready while I go fix y/n’s hair and makeup for her future hubby.” 

He heard Taehyung mumbling a reply followed by shuffling noises in the other room.  “Hyung, do you need some help?” Jungkook asked as he casually strolled into the living room, stuffing a handful of chocolate balls into his mouth.  “Yes, can you please wipe down the table and straighten out the pillows? So I can order food! Ha-na wants everything to be perfect.”  “Aye aye, sir.” Jungkook saluted him and clicked his heels. “Your girlfriend always gets what she wants, doesn’t she?” He mumbled underneath his breath as he grabbed the spray bottle and an old rag from the table. He really needed to watch what he was saying not wanting to stir up an argument with his friend. 

“What did you say?”  “Uh, nothing.” Jungkook quickly wiped down the wooden surface of the table and started straightening out the cushions on the couch. “Hyung, where’s y/n gonna sit?”  “I don’t know? Probably next to Hyungsik, I suppose.”  He rolled his eyes. “Of course she will but maybe you want to put a towel down.”  “Why would I do that?” The older one sounded confused as he looked up from his phone where he had been studying the menu of a restaurant. 

‘Oh because I just fucked her and came inside her so there might be cum stains on the couch by the end of the night.’, he thought to himself but he opted for a snide remark. “Oh you know, she might pee herself in excitement when she meets your oh-so-amazing actor buddy.” 

The sarcastic tone in Jungkook’s voice didn’t go unnoticed and Taehyung raised his eyebrows.  “What’s gotten into you? You’ve been acting strange all day.”  “I just still think it’s a dumb idea…” He turned around, grabbed the bag of chocolate balls from the smaller side table and walked back towards the kitchen. “…but you always do what your girlfriend tells you to do..” He quietly muttered as he grabbed the rest of his snacks so Tae wouldn’t hear him through the rustling of the bags. He was already counting down the minutes until this dreadful day was finally over, hoping that it would not end badly. 

* “Y/n can you help me with the dishes?” Tae stood up, collecting the plates. “Sure.” She nodded, giving Hyungsik a small smile before picking up the glasses and empty takeout boxes, dropping a fork in the process. Hyungsik handed it to her. “Do you need some help?” His smile was gorgeous - much better in person than on tv and it made her knees feel wobbly and her cheeks flush. “Oh no it’s fine, I got it.” Quickly she rushed after her best friend to the kitchen, plopping the containers down on the island, while he was rinsing off the plates. “Y/n…” He began, lowering his voice to make sure the other two wouldn’t hear him. “Why are you so quiet? That’s really unlike you.” She froze, as she tried to stuff the boxes into the designated trash can. “What do you mean? I’m not quiet at all.” “Yes, you are. You have hardly said anything to Hyungsik, it’s like you’re not even trying to get to know him. He’s really nice and funny but you’re just talking to me if you say anything at all.” Lowering her head, she tried hard to come up with a realistic lie that would satisfy Tae and avoid further questions she was ready to answer. But it wasn’t easy to pretend to enjoy being on a date when the boy she loved was in another room, probably upset and the remains of their little endeavor sticking her panties uncomfortably to her skin. “I…I don’t know.. Tae he’s famous, it’s kinda weird.” “I’m famous too…” He shrugged. “And you don’t have a problem with that.” She giggled. “To me, you’re not. I was with you when you peed your pants on our way home from school in first grade.” “I told you not to mention that, ever. Also, it was your fault for making me laugh.” He nudged her shoulder with a boxy smile on his face. “You don’t have to be shy around Hyungsik, he’s just a normal guy - like me.” He wiggled his eyebrows. “Yeah right, a normal guy I see on tv all the time.” She paused, taking in her best friend's profile as he bent down to place the dishes in the dishwasher. “I just can’t help it when I get shy…I’m sorry” “Don’t be sorry! I just want you to give him a real chance, okay? He would be good for you.” The sincerity in Taehyung’s eyes and voice made her feel guilty. He had put so much thought into choosing a suitable guy for her, and Ha-na had planned the date to perfection but she just couldn’t give them what they wanted. There was no connection, no spark..nothing. It was different with Jungkook; they connected on a deeper level and there was no way of denying the chemistry between them. Trying to stay away from him was the hardest thing she ever had to do and one day they both caved in - a memory she would always treasure, feeling his lips for the first time, tasting his tongue. “Just try to come out of your shell next time.” Tae said as they were walking back into the living room where Ha-na and Hyungsik had cleaned up the table. “I should get going now, I have to be on set quite early tomorrow.” “Aw, already?” Ha-na seemed more upset than the rest of them, still hoping the date would take a turn for the better if he just stayed a little longer. “Yeah, I’m sorry but I had a lot of fun.” They walked him to the door, where he hugged Tae and Ha-na. “It was really nice to meet you.” He said to her, as she carefully held out her hand to shake his. “It would be kinda awkward to shake your hand, after hugging these two.” He nodded his head to the left where the other two were standing, pretending not to observe their every move.  “A little, yeah.” She let him pull her into a quick hug. “I had a really good time.”  “Me too.” He winked at her before turning to leave.  It took a weight off her mind, which she didn’t know existed once the door closed behind him. Successfully she had avoided awakening any romantic feelings on his side, subconsciously sabotaging the date herself. She had been quiet for a reason with Jungkook occupying her every thought.  When Ha-na and Tae were getting ready to leave to spend the night at her apartment for some much needed alone time, she knew that this was one of the rare moments where she wouldn’t have to sneak into his room. Lying to them was expectedly easy, telling them not to wait for her as she wanted to change and take the makeup off before she went home; knowing her brother wouldn’t approve of this dress under any circumstance. 

Quickly she changed into her clothes before carefully opening Jungkook’s door without knocking. He was lying on his bed, staring at the wall where his projector played a foreign horror movie. “Hey.” “Oh, you’re still here? Hyungsik is not giving you a ride home?” He mumbled, trying to keep his voice casual as he crossed his arms in front of his chest. “He has to be on set early tomorrow..” She closed the door behind her, not wanting to risk the other boys waking up. “Right, well you have work tomorrow too, so maybe you should go home as well.” She was eyeing him, as he kept his face directed towards the movie in a stone-cold expression. “I thought we could talk or spend some time together?” 

Out of the blue he looked at her as he sat up on his bed, narrowing his big eyes to slits. “You want to talk? About what exactly? Oh, I know maybe about how you didn’t even care that it would hurt me that you were on a date just meters away from me while I’m stuck in my room thinking about all the things he’s saying to you?” “Why are you giving me shit for this? You leave me alone to be with her all the time and you seemingly don’t care that it makes me feel horrible knowing that she’s touching and kissing you…” Baffled by the bluntness of her words he started chewing on the inside of his cheek; she was right - he was a condescending asshole. Always disregarding how badly it was making her feel that he had to spend time with another girl, but he was too shy and maybe a part of him was too proud to admit that his actions were hurting him just as much as they were hurting her. “You know, I have no choice..” “Neither did I…” An awkward silence seemed to lull both of them in a tight blanket while a guy was fighting for his life against a murderer. “Are you staying?” She nodded. “Then don’t just stand there, weirdo.” He leaned back into the soft pillows as she sat down her bag and took off her denim jacket. The air in the room felt tense, filled with too many things that were left unsaid but there was no use in arguing when they barely even got the chance to spend a night together. As she undressed, she felt his eyes on her body but it was different this time. He wasn’t going to attack her and devour her like a starved animal like he did in the afternoon. She loosely buttoned up his favorite shirt and looked at him, his gaze quickly darting back to the movie. “You know it’s rude to watch a girl undress.” “It would be if you weren’t my girl.”  She chuckled lying down next to him when he immediately rolled over to rest his head on her chest. Slowly she ran her fingers through his dark locks, letting her nails gently scratch over his scalp, eliciting a sigh from his lips. Maybe all he needed to be okay was to be close to her, to feel the warmth of her body against his skin. The soft squishiness of her boobs instantly relieving the pressure he had felt poking and prodding at his brain at all times for the past hours. The insecurities that had kept his mind on edge during the day were still all too present in the far back but how could he be mad at her now that she came to him even after a date with one of the most popular guys in the country. She came back to him; maybe she did love him as much as he loved her after all. 

He nestled his face into the curve of her boob, inhaling the all too familiar sweet scent of her skin, feeling his eyes tear up. No other girl could ever compare to her - his living addiction.  “You know…” She said quietly after a while. “I wished it was you the whole time..” 

Jungkook lifted his head up from her chest, his eyes were unusually glossy in the dim lighting. Only seconds later he was towering above her, noses touching as he shakily inhaled before pressing his lips onto hers. Her hand pushed his hair from his face, while her other arm lazily wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer. As he closed his eyes silent tears of relief fell, dabbling onto her cheeks - one or two leaving a salty taste on their lips. A part of him had known that she wouldn’t leave him but once the fear took over his mind it was all he could think about - but his heart now felt lighter after just hearing those simple words from her. Both of her hands gently cupped his cheeks, thumbs wiping away fresh tears still spilling from his eyes as their lips slowly moved in a familiar way that only they knew. She pulled away, her eyes diving into his before he felt her soft lips kissing his cheeks, erasing the last salty remains. “I was scared you’d leave me…” He whispered in between kisses along her jawline and down her neck. Shaking her head no, she bit down on her lip as he sucked on the sweet spot right below her earlobe. “I only want you…” Jungkook smiled against her skin, the tip of his nose tickling her. “I know that now…you didn’t run off with the country’s prince charming…” She put her finger to his lips to silence him. “Why would I? You’re so much better.” His mouth curved into a smile then pressing a short peck against her finger. Jungkook buried his face into the curve of her neck, enjoying the circles her nails drew on his bare shoulders. Her body pressed against his was like balm for his soul. Gently he started pressing small, light kisses against her collarbone. He wanted the world to know; he wanted to climb on top of the highest building in the city and scream that he was in love with her from the top of his lungs. But the thought of others finding out scared him to death. The little bubble they were in was comfortable; no one was going to judge him for falling in love head over heels with someone else if it was kept a secret a little longer. If only he could stay with her like that forever, cooped up in his room, arms wrapped tightly around her. Feeling her chest rise and fall underneath his arm, the faint smell of lilies from her hair made him feel drowsy. Everything was perfect right at this moment. “I love you.” She whispered, her voice drugged with sleep - threatening to drift off at any second. “I love you…” He mumbled, lips ghosting over the small exposed part of her neck. She pulled his arm up a little, so it was resting right under her boobs, lacing her fingers with his as if to make sure this wasn’t just a dream. He felt the vibration of her phone on the mattress and groaned when she slowly reached for it. “No y/n, don’t.” “What if it’s someone from work?” He pressed his eyes shut tightly as the light of the screen illuminated her face. Without warning, she sat up; now seemingly wide awake when he heard her curse under her breath. His arm was lazily resting on top of her thighs; he was too sleepy to move. “Jungkook…” He hummed in response, trying hard to stay on the verge of falling asleep. “You have to look at this… we’re so screwed.” He could sense panic rising up in her voice when he finally opened his eyes to read the text. [Ha-na - 12:55am] I know your secret…

[luriashrine]

kabsks you’re gonna hate me bUT I KINDA WANNA KNOW THE ANSWERS TO ALL QUESTIONS FOR CELIA (and maybe Fai if u want!) except maybe number 5 bc i dunno if it fits, you decide!! INFO DUMP ME!!!!

NOW HOW CAN I HATE YOU FOR ALLOWING ME TO INFO DUMP AS MUCH AS I COULD?!  Be prepared for some weird errors, I’m heading back out and I tried to finish this in the little time I have at the moment ;0; 

1. What would completely break your character.

Here’s the sad thing, Celia is already broken. For a large part of her childhood to adolescent to late teenage years, she had to endure so much shit. It doesn’t help one bit that The Lich makes damn sure to live through her trauma each and every day during her training. For three long years, she had to witness her family dying over and over again just so that she can learn to desensitize herself (it’s best to think of her training in The Box as though she was trapped in a time loop with different outcomes depending on her choices or what The Lich wants to throw at her).

Aside from total failure in completing her end of the contract, nothing can break Celia but even that is debatable since some of her actions throughout ATEW suggests otherwise (there are times in the story where Celia tries to goad Adrian into killing her in order to stop but he seriously couldn’t in the beginning).

2. What was the best thing in your character’s life?

Her family, more importantly, Marcel and Remei. But they’re gone now and for a long while she had nothing she considered important. Until she finally opens up to Fai and later on Nessie. Seeing Phoebe’s kingdom come crumbling down would be another great thing in her life…

3. What was the worst thing in your character’s life?

Fai and Celia did not get off on the right foot. At first Fai thought that protecting a sociopathic brat like Celia was the worst thing ever, especially since she’s someone who is fine with getting her hands dirty which consequently means that she always jumps headfirst into danger(hRM DOESN’T THAT SOUND FAMILIAR YOU BUTT ADJNAKS seriously though, he does the same at times but to him when Celia did it was annoying). Eventually, through time they do bond and now the worst thing in Fai’s life is how much he’s in love with her despite knowing what will happen once she completes her contract.

Still… Celia’s recklessness and overconfidence in herself scare him nowadays…

4. What seemingly insignificant memories stuck with your character.

The first time she ever had paella after a kindly couple (Kyrie and Santiago) took her in for a couple of weeks… it’s extremely insignificant but the impact of the event meant so much to her and there are times where she could still taste the fluffy, sunny-colored rice and the multitude of spices after spending a couple of years in shitty orphanages eating moldy bread (bread that she would have to steal from other children due to food rations), watery soup and this bland grey mush that had the proper nutrients in it but very little substance to it. Kyrie had prepared that dish out on a whim one day, after he had fed her so many other wonderful dishes ever since he took her in but all of the flavoring in the paella stuck out the most to her. Much to her embarrassment, she cried after eating the dish. She wasn’t crying just because she was having good food but because for the first time in a long time she was eating dinner with a family once more and that revelation struck Celia so hard she was overwhelmed with emotion.  

I wrote a drabble but for Fai, Celia showing Fai that sweet fairy poo. Her laugh was the most magical thing on the planet. SHE ALSO HAS THE CUTEST DIMPLES WHEN SHE LEGIT SMILES AND THAT DESTROYS HIM YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND!!

5. I’M SORRY, I REALLY TRIED BUT I CAN’T ANSWER!! CELIA’S JOB IS TO KILL AND SHE DOESN’T REALLY ENJOY KILLING ALL THAT MUCH, SURE SHE’S GROWN DEATTACHED AND HAS NO PROBLEM WITH IT BUT… YEAH!

6. what is your character reluctant to tell people.

Celia has a lot to hide which is understandable given her circumstances meanwhile Fai is too reluctant with telling anyone else that he’s in love with Celia this is mostly because Shadows aren’t really supposed to have any feelings and falling in love with a human is considered… strange to say the least.

7. How does your character feel about sex?

I’LL TRY TO BE A MATURE ADULT WITH TALKING ABOUT THIS BUT IDK I STILL FEEL WEIRD TALKING NSFW WITH MY OCS, not uncomfortable just jadksbldns. But anyway!!! 

Celia and her very unabashed view, as well as the immense pleasure she takes in it, ties into a lot of things such as her self-worth as well as her nasty habit of smothering herself in more risky behaviors whenever she’s going through a mania episode since sex is just one of many self-destructive behaviors. On top of all those things, for a short time she had a slight fear of emotional attachment before meeting with Fai, having sex with no strings attached was ideal for Celia. This doesn’t mean that she’s thirsty.txt 24/7 just because she’s shameless and has sexual confidence, sex is not always on her mind… but she’s not one to say no to whoever offers to have sex with her either.

Fai on the other hand… he is very much a thot when it comes to his lovers. SO UH!!! 

8. how many friends does your character have?

WEEPS!!!! I’ve said time and time again that Celia is a true neutral, she has a grey moral outlook with little to no regard for a lot of things since as rules and the like… however, so many people will regard her as cruel or even evil due to her many actions in both a meta sense and in the story sense as well. So, yeah… she doesn’t really have many friends because of this aspect of her and has tons of enemies. After she opens up to Fai she later does befriend Nessie and makes an attempt to at the very least try to bond with her resistance members since they are doing all of the heavy hard work and she appreciates their loyalty to her.

9. how many friends does your character want?

This is the question that upsets me the most. It’s a bit of a mixed bag here since there is a large part of Celia that years for companionship but because of all of the events she had to go through during ATEW (most of which she almost died in) she has a natural distrust of everyone and her paranoia convinces Celia that everyone is out to get her. She honest to god hates being alone with her thoughts since she has to relive her trauma. She prefers the company of others not only to satisfy her needs for social interaction and attention too but to distract from her mind. 

10. What would your character make a scene in public about?

She doesn’t really like making scenes in public, Celia is someone who works in from the shadows of the slums first and foremost due to the many people who are out to get her whether they be human, spirits she’s upset or the gods there is a price for her head for all of the crime she’s committed. As such, she doesn’t really like making any scenes of any sorts but there is an extremely rare expectation to that face and that expectation is that if she’s feeling highly emotionally. Once again, this plays into her mania episodes of her manic depression and on top of that, years of just bottling away her trauma, anger and a plethora of many other emotions she tries to shut down through dissociation. After having an emotional breakdown she will feel pretty shitty with some sense of catharsis.

11. For what would your character give their life?

If losing her life has some value in completing whatever goals she has, then she would gladly give up her life for that sake with no hesitance. Later on, where Celia actually develops and makes a legit human connection with other people she would find that she has no problem with giving up her life for them if it’s worth it in the end. Fai is well aware of both facts and he always cries silently to himself.

Fai risks his life mostly for glory and being an actual adrenaline junkie. Nothing noble behind his actions.

12. what are your character’s major flaws.

I’ve already talked about it with Celia but her major, major flaw would have to be her envy and how much it blinds her, the fact that she has little empathy, is prideful/arrogant, suffers from a superiority/inferiority complex etc. etc.

I’d like to talk about Fai though! He’s apparent frivolous nature is a huge, huge flaw of his as he sometimes underestimates his opponents in battle and constantly undermines himself as well because he doesn’t really use all of his powers when fighting. He’s too carefree/playful and that’s his greatest trait about him but also his worst. I don’t really need to go too much in depth about how much his recklessness gets him in trouble or all of the weird mess he would get himself into lol… the dragon fighting is suffice enough. 

13. what does your character pretend or try to care about?

Omg… I can’t help but think of this with Celia whenever someone finds out about her lies, she would act so deadpan once she’s caught in the act because chances are you already have a bullet through your head lol!!!! Her paranoia and overall perfectionist attitude won’t allow for her to let a silly mistake like that live for long.

Fai tries to pretend that he cares about The Lich and to his credit he almost follows their orders. Make what you will out of that.

14. how does the image your character tries to project differ from the image they actually project.

Celia has well over 3439203023 different personas since she’s very meticulous in how she wants to present herself to others in order to seem all the more appealing to them. As we all know, her acting is a crock of shit!! I wouldn’t go as far as to say that the real Celia is a terrible person and leave it at that, it takes away so much of her character because there’s so much more to her than her terrible life choices and actions.  

With Fai, aside from his poker face that he wears when on duty, what you see is what you get because of how much of a shit he doesn’t give when it comes to presentation.

15. what is your character afraid of?

Blood. Ironic, isn’t it? For all of the lives that Celia takes and all of the blood she’s shed for the sake of her goal, just a mere glance at it and she relives through the night of her trauma all over again. She hates the sight, the smell and overall feel of it hence why she prefers to use long ranged weapons combined with her magic in order to not see blood spill from her victims. I think I’ve mentioned this before but Celia hates bleeding out not just because of her fear towards blood but because of how shitty her body is, it tends to take a while for a wound to clot and close up so she can bleed for hours on end with no signs of stopping (I’m not even touching on the fact how she suffers from minor internal bleeding either hence the high number of bruises she sometimes sports). I suppose getting caught by the military or Phoebe’s powers would be legitimate fears as well.

[mysticmessingupmylife]

The RFA + V + Saeran comforting insecure, chubby!MC

this is inspired by the douchebag that told me on the bus station today that i “would’ve been hot if i was skinny, but big boobs and ass don’t matter when you’re fat”, such a nice thing to say to a stranger!!1! :)) so here you go, here's all my insecurities bc i needed to rant

Yoosung

He thought you were really pretty! And you were great to cuddle with!

Would probably blush every time you hugged because your boobs were pressing against him he loved it 

The cutest thing ever was when you wore oversized clothes because you looked so tiny, making him feel big and manly

He lowkey really wanted you to steal his clothes, as that would confirm you were his possessive Yoosung is my favorite Yoosung, but you never did

A few weeks after you started dating, you went out stargazing

Because he had his arm around you, he could feel you start to shiver in the cold night air

“Baby girl, are you cold? Do you wanna borrow my hoodie?”

You wanted to say yes, but knew it wouldn’t really fit you as Yoosung was a lot smaller than you, so you declined

“Are you sure? I don’t want you to get sick”

You cuddled closer to him, burried your face into his chest and mumbled that it wouldn’t fit anyways, so he would just have to heat you up

He looked at you confused before he realized that you were calling yourself too fat for his clothes, when he held you even tighter

“You know I love you, right? I really don’t mind how you look, I-I honestly think you’re really really attractive, and I want you to feel comfortable...”

To prove his point, he gave your butt a light squeeze, blushed and kissed you

After that, he bought lots of big hoodies you could steal from him!

Zen

Zen had an extra long rehersal, and you had accidently fallen asleep while you watched tv and waited for him to come home

When he saw you sprawled out on the couch, he smiled because of how cute you were

Wanting cuddles and trying to avoid that you slept in a weird position and locked a joint, he kissed your forehead and scooped you up in his arms to carry you to bed

You woke up and instantly panicked, never having been picked up like that before

“No Zenny, put me down! I’m too heavy, you’re gonna drop me!”

He put you down in the hallway, confused because no one had ever complained when he had picked them up

“Do you really think I would drop my princess? I’m more than strong enough to carry you, it’s not like I’ve never picked you up before! You’re really not that heavy anyways”

When you didn’t seem to believe him, he put his hands on your hips and pulled you close 

“Want me to prove to you how perfect I think you are, hm? I would gladly show you, you know”

Jaehee

You already knew that she was skinny because she never had the time to eat enough, but it was unfair that she still looked amazing while you looked like a potato

When the two of you opened the café she was always the ones to make the pastries while you took care of the counter, as you didn’t want to get tempted, “taste” the sweet treats and gain more weight

At first she just thought you didn’t like baking, but when you told her over a dinner how much you liked to make food, she didn’t understand

“Why don’t you help me with the pastries, then?”

You hesitated, but told her that you were scared to gain weight, especially because she looked so perfect and a customer had told you last week that your dress was too short as no one wanted to see your fat and nasty legs, and that you “needed to cover up your fat arms”

Shocked, she took your hand and kissed it

“How could someone say that to someone as nice and pretty as you? MC, please don’t think badly of yourself. They don’t know you, and have no right to judge you! You’re beautiful as well, I actually quite like your legs”

She blushed and grinned cheekily, making you laugh

Jumin

Having quite a lot of extra weight, you definitely had above averagely sized breasts

Jumin loved them and bought you clothes that would show them off (not trashy though, just classy and sexy), but he noticed that you never wore them

Actually, you usually just wore oversized clothes

He had read in some magazine that women always took of their bras at the end of the day and that it was their highlight, but you never did?? You even slept with both a bra and a shirt?? Even though you complained about them being uncomfortable??

He hadn’t even seen you without a bra yet, shirt or not - he of course respected your wish to not go all of the way yet, but you had already been dating for over two months and he was getting worried that he had done anything wrong

The next time your kisses got hot and heavy and he slid his hands under your shirt only to get stopped, he finally asked why

Did you not find him attractive? Had someone hurt you in the past? Did you even like him that way?

You felt guilty that he felt like that just because you were insecure that your boobs were saggy, and you admitted it to him

He assured you that he didn’t mind! It wasn’t like he was expecting your e cups to be that perky anyways, he understood basic anatomy enough to know that natural boobs would sag

“Kitten, I love you, but you are honestly being a bit silly. You have absolutely nothing to be insecure about. If it bothers you that much I can of course pay for you to get surgery, but I can assure you that you’re the most attractive person I’ve ever seen. More to bounce around is never a bad thing”

He winked, making you blush, before he kissed you neck in hopes of continuing where you had left off

707

As soon as he told you about the security cameras he had installed in Rika’s appartment, you asked him which rooms were safe from his spying eyes

You wanted to make sure that he didn’t see you change, so he wouldn’t see your embarassing stretch marks that covered your hips, belly, back and thighs, the very ones that had made people ask you at severel occations if you had been pregnant (actually the most embarassing thing ever)

Even though you managed to hide them from him when you stayed in that damned appartment, you knew he would notice when you had to stay at his house

The first few days were easy enough as he ignored you anyways and wouldn’t even let you into his room where he was working, leaving you with no other choice than to sleep at his couch to wait for him

That’s exactly where he found you when he decided that he probably needed some fresh air, and that he should check on you

Feeling slightly perverted by checking you out when you were at your most vulnerable, he noticed that your shirt had riled up and showed the stretchmarks on your tummy

He made a mental note to remember them before taking a short walk outside, having enough insecurities to know that they probably bothered you

As soon as he cut his tsundere crap and showed you some love, you noticed that he liked to rest his hands on your hips and rub small circles with his thumbs

“You’re so beautiful, you know? Good god, I love you so much”

You blushed hard as he slowly took of your shirt off, tracing the bumps from your marks with his hands

He thought they made you unique! He made sure to ask you for permission to kiss them as every part of you deserved love, and if you weren’t willing to give it, he would!

V

This nerd would take pictures of you whenever he could

His favorites were the ones where you didn't pay attention to him - laughing, talking to someone, dancing around

But despite being an amazing photographer, not even he could change the fact that you had extra fat that showed from every angle

Double chin, back rolls, belly and thighs

Sometimes he would show you the pictures he had taken during the day and tell you his exact thoughts about you when he took them, how pretty you were in that dress, how cute your giggle was, but it didn't make the fat less obvious

"Do I... Do I really look that fat?"

"What do you mean, angel?"

You pointed out all your flaws, and you could see his frown become more prominent with everything you mentioned

"This is what you look like, why would you want to change that? You're beautiful and I know that you don't really eat unhealthy, you just have unlucky genes. That doesn't change the fact that you're really pretty, and that I'm super lucky to have you! The world needs more plus size models anyways, don't you agree?"

He kissed your head when he finished his short speech, and you looked at your blue haired boyfriend in awe

"If it means anything, just know that I really like how you look. I think you're hot"

He started laughing when you jokingly nudged him in the shoulder, telling him to shut up and kiss you

Unknown/Saeran

As weeks passed and he got more comfortable with you, he gradually became more clingy

He really enjoyed holding and leaning on you/you leaning on him, as everthing about you was soft and comfortable!

Eventually he would become comfortable enough for kisses, and before you knew it he would have plopped you down on his lap

Insecure about your weight you tried to get off, explaining that you were a lot heavier than you looked and therefore was afraid of crushing his legs

He held you closer and refused to let you go or listen to you, as he knew far too well what it was like to have your insecurities take over

“MC, stop being ridiculous, you’re perfect. And you look really good seated in my lap, you know? I want you right here”

You saw a faint blush spread across his cheeks and felt your own face match

“O-okay...”

He would of course respect you if you wasn’t into it, but trust me when I say that this guy would not hesitate to leave hickies all over your neck just to remind you that you were his, and that he loved you

~jane

[sumiaa]

top 10 fire emblem/ top 5 bnha

oooh I’m ready for this *rubs hands together* also accompanied by way too long reasons why I love em

Fire Emblem (considering I’ve only played 13-15, some of 12, and heroes) also my original list had 18 characters… then I had to cut down,,

Sully (Awakening). I bought awakening for her, because I literally thought I could marry her. In technicality I could,, just not as a girl… Kjelle is also amazing and these two are like… gay culture. Also can’t cook and I don’t like cooking (conversely: I really enjoy baking)

Claire (Echoes) I love her personality and just overall character. Her love for Alm is pure and good and the possibilities of her relationship with either Alm or Gray are all just so good and I love her. Even though she originally comes off as stuck up she’s a Great Girl and I love her supports and her. Deserves the world.

Mae (Echoes) I’m weak for happy types and Mae is so perfect. I love Boey as well (as u already know) but of the two she is definitely my preferred. Not only does she kick butt as a unit but her english va is a m a z i n g so 11/10 character.

Lissa (Awakening) Another example of the happy types I’m so weak for. She’s just in general very likable to me and got me through a lot of classes in 8th grade ^^ I drew her a lot

Owain/Odin (Awakening, Fates) He’s just so quirky!! I couldn’t fully appreciate him until Fates but his supports are very lovable (Fates and Awakening alike). I don’t exactly like how they added this “translation” thing to whatever he says in heroes (and the fact that he’s just… so bad in that game) but hey, still the same Odin. Still love him.

Stahl (Awakening) I married him in my first Awakening run and honestly this man is my soulmate. he loves food and helping people and he’s just overall A Good. It’s hard to marry him off to other characters ^^;; if only he had supps w/ sumia….

Jesse (Fates) HOW TO WRITE A RELATABLE CHARACTER PT1 Jesse was SUCH an unexpected fav. normally the “flirtatious casanova philanderer” (all those words are basically the same…) archetype isn’t my… favorite, but I honestly like his idealism and I’m weak for blondes so that’s a thing. His casanova-ess is actually what initially made him really likable bc he said “women are the gods more perfect creation” and talked about how fierce everyone in the army is and like… same man.

Mitama (Fates) HOW TO WRITE A RELATABLE CHARACTER PT2 Mitama is t he  be s t like if Azama wasn’t enough quirky irony for you this girl really takes the cake. She’s always tired, always sassy, and probably gay so she’s best.

Cynthia (Awakening) Her supports are an amazing mix of SUPER silly and super insightful to how growing up shaped her personality? as a sibling to lucina, i find their supps fit the best personality wise, and her supps with Gerome, Owain, Nah, and Severa are my favorites. She’s a hyper, happy go lucky gal who’s also probably gay/bi. What more do I need? I am a simple woman.

Elise (Fates) she and Hinoka were initially my fav siblings in Fates but Elise took the cake bc she is 1) a REALLY good unit, even if early conquest gave you a second to healer elise is honestly second to none and 2) she’s a sweetheart. she didn’t deserve what happened to her in birthright, but it’s honestly perfectly in her character to be so self sacrificing. Also just the conditions she grew up in like I admire her bravery and happiness despite it all.

well that was wAY too long but I’ll try be short and sweet w/ top 5 bnha!!

Mina Ashido (Alien Queen/Pinky) without a single moment of hesitation, Mina is Best Girl. Another case of not enough attention but whenever she does get any it’s really nice and she’s so good? so happy… so pink… I also love her quirk, I want to see her use it more. And she’s been confirmed as very physically strong, so i also wanna sEE THEM ABS

Ochako Uraraka (Uravity!!) one of my favorite things about mha fandom so far is that even with the massive popularity of mlm ships (esp involving deku), I haven’t seen a single person try to bash the het ones, or bash the female character of that ship. Which is good because this girl deserves NO SHADE. NONE. She is A++++ all around, she’s sweet and her motives for being a hero are just… so relatable? I too, work very hard in hopes to support my mom really well when I’m older. I cry with you Uraraka… but…… pls don’t cry….. b l s

Tenya Iida (Tenya/Ingenium) The literal definition of a Good Boy like this kid is so earnest and a nice twist on the ‘smart glasses kun’ trope?? It’s not a h u g e twist, but instead of him being a cold robot who only cares about school and rules blah blah blah it’s just apparent from the beginning that he’s human? And his quirkiness is so befitting of his personality, he’s just in general so lovable. Not to forget, I feel in most shonen anime, a character with Iida’s archetype would be pushed to the side, yet in heroaca they make use of him as a main character and that’s so beautiful imo… Just in general the uraraka/iida/deku squad is a breath of fresh air.

Hatsume Mei (no hero name?) I love how dedicated she is to her inventions, it reminds me of myself with art ^^;; she could go on and on about her babies, as could I about art for days, honestly… So I have respect for her, and her pink hair ofc ;)

Eijiro Kirishima/Momo Yaoyorozu (Red Riot/Creati) I couldn’t choose between these two because I love them both very much,, Kirishima is a Sunshine Boy who’s self sacrificing for his friends which is more than enough to have me like him. Momo is cool headed and very smart, and I find her very admirable. I wish the anime/manga paid more attention to her, considering her quirk alone should be enough to make her a top class contender (since that seems to be a thing that is enforced. so far the top club consists of Todoroki, Deku, Bakugo, and Kirishima but like… we got no girls in there,, why Horikoshi… my heart hurts) but idk I take what I can get.

ok well I’m done boring yall with my dorking out on anime/video game characters. I love talking about my favs!!!

[kyoupann]

if you're still doing the ultimate ship meme thing, all the categories for Unagi (ofc~) plus Reichel x 217 if you feel like it/if it's not too much?

Look at odo being awesome and coming back~!Of course it’s not too much!! ^^

I’m always up to talk about the otp, you kno ;)

Reichel and 217

General:

Rate the Ship -  Awful | Ew | No pics pls | I’m not comfortable | Alright | I like it! | Got Pics? | Let’s do it! | Why is this not getting more attention?! | The OTP to rule all other OTPs

How long will they last? - forever

How quickly did/will they fall in love? - slowly, yk. Like ‘we’re friends and we love each other a lot but it’s not the time to be gay, maybe tomorrow’

How was their first kiss? - soft, lips barely touching and I imagine Reichel holding Nina’s face.

Wedding:

Who proposed? - Nina, in the most casual way possible bc ‘it’s not a big deal, you already knew this would happen’

Who is the best man/men? - nyantaro is the only one fitted for the job

Who is the braid’s maid(s)? -  The 7 ladies in ushi dorobou

Who did the most planning? - I’d say both did equally planning w

Who stressed the most? - Reichel

How fancy was the ceremony? - Back of a pickup truck | 2 | 3 | 4 | Normal Church Wedding | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Kate and William wish they were this big.

Who was specifically not invited to the wedding? - melochin  I really don’t know? they are both pretty chill

Sex:

Who is on top? - my girls are versatile and like to switch from time to time

Who is the one to instigate things? - I think Nina would initiate things without wanting to? by making an innuendo or being just silly

How healthy is their sex life? - Barely touch themselves let alone each other | 2 | 3 | 4 | Once a couple weeks, nothing overboard | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They are humping each other on the couch right now

How kinky are they? - Straight missionary with the lights off | 2 | 3 | 4 | Might try some butt stuff and toys | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Don’t go into the sex dungeon without a horse’s head

How long do they normally last? - it depends on whatever they are doing, if they go all vanilla they could last hours with lots of cuddles in between~

Do they make sure each person gets an equal amount of orgasms? - not necessarily but they do make sure both are pleased in the end c:

How rough are they in bed? - Softer than a butterfly on the back of a bunny | 2 | 3 | 4 | The bed’s shaking and squeaking every time | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Their dirty talk is so vulgar it’d make Dwayne Johnson blush. Also, the wall’s so weak it could collapse the next time they do it.

How much cuddling/snuggling do they do? - No touching after sex | 2 | 3 | 4 | A little spooning at night, or on the couch, but not in public | 6 | a solid 7| 8 | 9 | They snuggle and kiss more often than a teen couple on their fifth date to a pillow factory.

Children:

How many children will they have naturally? - insemination is always an option but I don’t see it happening? so none

How many children will they adopt? - one girl!!

Who gets stuck with the most diapers? - Nina always finds the way to leave the dirty stuff to Reichel

Who is the stricter parent? - Definitely Reichel

Who stops the kid(s) from doing dangerous stunts after school? - Reichel

Who remembers to pack the lunch(es)? - Both do the little girl’s lunch every morning

Who is the more loved parent? -

Who is more likely to attend the PTA meetings?- I feel like Reichel would handle these better than Nina,

Who cried the most at graduation? - Nina. Reichel is a strong and not-really-indepedent-woman-as-she-is-married that is saving her tears for university graduation and wedding.

Who is more likely to bail the child(ren) out of trouble with the law? - Definitely Nina would cover her up but then she would be like “ listen here, love. what you did was stupid and wrong and you just better pray I change my mind of telling you mother about this because we both know you’re gonna get your ass whooped”

Cooking:

Who does the most cooking? -  Niina

Who is the most picky in their food choice? - Reichel

Who does the grocery shopping? - the whole family go on 2 hours long grocery shopping mini trips.

How often do they bake desserts? - once every month

Are they more of a meat lover or a salad eater? - they can’t live without pork and fish but they still eat all their veggies

Who is more likely to surprise the other(s) with an anniversary dinner? - Niina is just out there being the perfect 60′s wife

Who is more likely to suggest going out? - Niina~ she would like to treat Reichel to some fancy place every once in a while~

Who is more likely to burn the house down accidently while cooking? - none??? that danger is inexistent?

Chores:

Who cleans the room? - whoever wakes up last

Who is really against chores? - Niina gets things done after hours of procrastinating

Who cleans up after the pets? - Niina promises she’s going to do it but in the end it’s reichel the one that does it.

Who is more likely to sweep everything under the rug? - Both do it and deny it.

Who stresses the most when guests are coming over? - Reichel

Who found a dollar between the couch cushions while cleaning? - Niina but then she gives it to reichel in an attempt of bribing her to do the bathroom.

Misc:

Who takes the longer showers/baths? -  Reichel

Who takes the dog out for a walk? - Niina + the kid

How often do they decorate the room/house for the holidays? - They do it every year for halloween bc the house looks cool

What are their goals for the relationship? - idk mate don’t ask me the impossible be happy together forever I guess???

Who is most likely to sleep till noon? - Niina

Who plays the most pranks? - Obviously Niina!

Unagi~

General:

Rate the Ship -  Awful | Ew | No pics pls | I’m not comfortable | Alright | I like it! | Got Pics? | Let’s do it! | Why is this not getting more attention?! | The OTP to rule all other OTPs

How long will they last? - it’s an on and off relationship

How quickly did/will they fall in love? - way too quickly

How was their first kiss? - they probably were drunk and like “man I think I might be gay but idk” “just kiss me, bro, it’s fine” and it was slow and scary but it was alright

Wedding:

Who proposed? - Ryo put the idea of marriage out and Melochin just followed  and properly proposed (a.k.a. r: dude, I wanna marry you someday. m: ‘k)

Who is the best man/men? - considering the circumstances, two of them would be the guys melochin hangs out with recently and of course nagi and k’suke for the sake the ol’times.

Who is the braid’s maid(s)? - Miume is the 1st supporter of this relationship so she deserves the place, then you just add other good pals like Niina and that cute cosplayer Ryo danced with once

Who did the most planning? - They were like planning completely different weddings on their own but somehow met a middle.

Who stressed the most? - Ryo stressed the fuck out of Melochin. The planning was easy but Ryo is so picky and everything has to be perfect bc dude it’s their day that even choosing the colours of the napkins was difficult

How fancy was the ceremony? - Back of a pickup truck | 2 | 3 | 4 | Normal Church Wedding | 6 | 7 | 8 I imagine a wedding on the beach on breezy summer evening bc they are that extra| 9 | Kate and William wish they were this big.

Who was specifically not invited to the wedding? - yoshiki no one?

Sex:

Who is on top? - Ryo is a bossy bottom , which can be both good and bad

Who is the one to instigate things? - I fee like both of them are pretty direct when they want to do the do ?? soo

How healthy is their sex life? - Barely touch themselves let alone each other | 2 | 3 | 4 | Once a couple weeks, nothing overboard | 6 | 7 | 8  they make sure the passion never dies out| 9 | They are humping each other on the couch right now

How kinky are they? - Straight missionary with the lights off | 2 | 3 | 4 | Might try some butt stuff and toys | 6 | 7 | 8 your average bondage couple with some sensory deprivation on the side and maybe a praise kink somewhere| 9 | Don’t go into the sex dungeon without a horse’s head

How long do they normally last? - it depends on what they are up to. from 15 minutes quickies to hour lasting sex.

Do they make sure each person gets an equal amount of orgasms? - yeah, kinda? I like to think one’s an actual asshole and leaves the other with a hard on when they are too lazy to do even a sad handjob.

How rough are they in bed? - Softer than a butterfly on the back of a bunny | 2 | 3 | 4 | The bed’s shaking and squeaking every time | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Their dirty talk is so vulgar it’d make Dwayne Johnson blush. Also, the wall’s so weak it could collapse the next time they do it. There is no in between.

How much cuddling/snuggling do they do? - No touching after sex | 2 | 3 | 4 | A little spooning at night, or on the couch, but not in public | 6 they cuddle after sex but mostly bc ryo is a whiny bitch about the cold he feels afterwards| 7 | 8 | 9 | They snuggle and kiss more often than a teen couple on their fifth date to a pillow factory.

Children:

How many children will they have naturally? - none?

How many children will they adopt? - One girl

Who gets stuck with the most diapers? - Melochin was always the one in charge of diapers and Ryo never learnt how to change diapers that were soiled with more than pee.

Who is the stricter parent? - Melochin is the white suburban mum

Who stops the kid(s) from doing dangerous stunts after school? - Both are overprotective and fear for the life of their kid

Who remembers to pack the lunch(es)? - Melochin doesn’t trust Ryo to make lunches for any of them, so he has to make them 7 days a week.

Who is the more loved parent? - both are great parents??? what are you talking about???

Who is more likely to attend the PTA meetings? Okay, so, Melochin, being the suburban mum he is, attended one of these meeting once and afterwards the school didn’t contact him but instead calle Ryo. Sorry but Melochin’s daughter can’t do wrong. Apparently, it’s easier to talk to him about their daughter

Who cried the most at graduation? - both are sentimental fucks and cried at every graduation from nursery school to university

Who is more likely to bail the child(ren) out of trouble with the law? - Ryo would so do that. He’d be like the cool parent, yk. the one that let’s you have ice cream before dinner. But nothing is free and the child has to do something in return and bc he’s an actual little shit he wouldn’t tell melochin abt it but wait and kinda make the kid confess what they did on their own.

Cooking:

Who does the most cooking? -  Melochin bc we all know ryo-lun can’t cook for shit

Who is the most picky in their food choice? - Ryo is so picky, he’d eat everything but whine about it later

Who does the grocery shopping? - Melochin drags Ryo with him bc he insists Ryo needs to know what to buy in case Melochin isn’t around

How often do they bake desserts? - Ryo and the child whine 24/7 to melochin to make some dessert and Melochin is a loser and always complies

Are they more of a meat lover or a salad eater? - they cannot live without meat, fish and pork andveggies are great and melochin know how to sneak them into their child’s plate without her noticing

Who is more likely to surprise the other(s) with an anniversary dinner? - Believe it or not, he might forget dates and shit but their wedding was th e best day of their life and Ryo can’t get over it :’)))

Who is more likely to suggest going out? - Ryo

Who is more likely to burn the house down accidentally while cooking? - the possibility of this happening is nonexisting as Ryo isn’t allowed to use the stove.

Chores:

Who cleans the room? - it’s a rock, paper, scissors match every day.

Who is really against chores? - Melochin might be a white suburban mum but really despises cleaning

Who cleans up after the pets? - Ryo bc it’s his dog

Who is more likely to sweep everything under the rug? - Melochin, only to be caught by his partner.

Who stresses the most when guests are coming over? - They both do because they wan to be GREAT HOSTS ™

Who found a dollar between the couch cushions while cleaning? - Ryo because Melochin doesn’t clean.

Misc:

Who takes the longer showers/baths? - they are both sluts for their image

Who takes the dog out for a walk? - They go out with their kid on a family walk

How often do they decorate the room/house for the holidays? - Ryo likes christmas. You can’t tell me otherwise. As soon as the the calendar reaches December 1st, the birthday decorations are thrown into the trash can and the house is covered in all sorts of christmas decorations and fake snow and ready for a whole month of christmas carolls he doesn’t understand

What are their goals for the relationship? - they planned a life togehter but it wasn’t enough and they divorced

Who is most likely to sleep till noon? - Melochin. On weekends, though, Ryo might feel rebellious and sleep in

Who plays the most pranks? - Melochin is an asshole and Ryo is just an easy target.

Thank you for keeping me alive , odo.

[dongsooks]

Dating Choi Yuna(Yuju)

Okay she would let you know she likes you

not that she would straight forwardly tell you

but she wouldn’t deny it if someone was teasing her in front of you

and she’d compliment you a lot

she’d shoot you a lot of messages too

a hard exam coming up?

a good luck text

a job interview you’ve been scared off?

an encouraging text

you get the gist

I feel like she’d prefer getting confessed to but if you were too shy

or an occasion came up that would have the right atmophere

then she would not be afraid to take matters into her own hands and tell you she likes you

so you are dating Choi Yuna now!!!!!!!!!!

honestly she would hate to see you upset

if it was something really serious that was making you sad

she would offer you a place in her arms

and envelop you in a blanket and let you talk

or just lay there with you offering you her company

but if it was something like let’s say

some irrelevant person was for no reason bitchy at you

she’d cheer you up

it would be her everyday goal to see you smile

#1-Thing on her to-do list

“Make Y/N smile!”

she would not mind making a fool of herself as Long as she cheered you up

You two would definitely have silly dance sessions together

like put on some upbeat music and then she’d be like

“Watch me being seductive!”

and you look and he dances but purposely overdos the movements so it looks silly

or actually puts on something like Fantasy by Fei

and show you some moves

and then when you start getting into it she just

ugly dances in your face

she’s diverse

she would use old memes

like it’s 2017 and she’d come at you with that Pepe but you pretend to find it funny anyway bc

she tries

would sing a lot

would sing while cleaning

while cooking

while showering

while doing laundry

while fucking

jkjkjkjkjkjk don’t hate me

she would like dates that are more chill a go to dates

like the cinema, or a cafe, a not too fancy place to eat

but then she would regularly want to try new fun things

a hike over a few days

one of these tree house hotels

would take you to a car house and test drive a Ferrari that you can’t afford anyway but you can pretend to

as long as it isn’t bungee jumping over a lake she is up for it

sometimes while you two are cooking together she smirks at you and you're just like

"What are you thinking of now?"

and she’s like

“Let’s have a cook-off!”

and you’re just like

“Can’t we just throw the ingredients into the pot and cook it?”

“Gordon Ramsey sunbaenim would be dissapointed in you!”

wether you then have a cook-of or not:

it ends in making out

but her usual kisses would be tender and soft

and have a very playful side to it

she would love leaving butterfly kisses

like in the morning if you didn’t want to get up

or just to wake you up

she would roll on top of you and leave soft butterfly kisses all over your face

she would like minor, lowkey, chill PDA

hand holding and a quick peck though seldomly

and you maybe thought her name was Choi Yuna

but actually it is Choi Couple Style Yuna

More than wearing exactly the same she would like coordinated fashion though

she would want people to know you are dating

but if someone didn’t catch the hint or knew how to appropriately behave towards someone in a relationship

she would get jealous

when she is jealous she’ll hug you and be clingier over all

and would want to leave the situation

but if you ask her if she’s jealous she would just be like

“Oh please stop being ridiculous!”

She would want your attention

and if you were busy she’d definitely whine

and call your name cutely until you react

to be honest wether the measures needed were that small or bigger

she’d take them to have you pay attention to her

sometimes you would pretend to be busy for longer than needed just to see how far she would go

very far trust me

if she was ever mad at you

she would be a pouty mad

and openly sigh so you could see she is upset

would make sure you know

I feel like some cute words and a hug would do it

if she was really mad all of the above and a small present

I feel like in a relationship she would seek constant new exprience and excitement of some sort so if you could provide her with that

that would be great

she would want to introduce you to her family asap

and meet yours just as fast

and while she would seem determined at first last second she’s try to wiggle out

like

“Oh it’s so late I still gotta help Sowon with her homework damn it I’ll just meet them another day then haha!”

And you’re just like

“Sowon finished school like three years ago Yuna”

when you try your best but you don’t succeed

She would want your honest opinion on things she composed

I also feel like she would make up fun insults when you two are playfully bickering

“Sit you bubblegum butt down”

you know that type

that no one can take serious but she would say it with her most serious voice and then a second later you two burst into a fit of laughter bc wtf

Overall: A relationship with Yuju would be filled with fun and laughter. She would love to have a domestic and loving side to the relationship but also an exciting, spontaneous and adventurous one. You could always rely on her and she would expect the same from you.