#slice of life comis

[seaside-writings]

I really need to catch up on My Giant Nerd Boyfriend.

[engshoujosei]

Kare First Love

10 volumes

Licensed by Viz Media

Timid and self-conscious high-school student Karin never paid much attention to boys until she met Kiriya, a popular student from a nearby boys' school. Karin and Kiriya embark on a romantic journey despite Karin's classmate Yuka's best efforts to sabotage their relationship, but Karin soon learns that living happily ever after isn't on the curriculum when she becomes Kiriya's center of attention, as well as embittered Yuka's bull's-eye on her dartboard of hate.

Related Series 

Binetsu Shoujo (Adapted From, not licensed)

Status in Country of Origin 

10 Volumes (Complete)

Tags:

All-Girls School

Appearance Changes

Bespectacled Protagonist

Bullying

Changed by Love

Cheating Male Lead

Cheating/Infidelity

Couple Growth

Dead Family Member/s

Emotionally Weak Female Lead

First Love

Image Change

Inexperienced in Love

Makeover/s

Past Plays a Big Role

Photography

Piano

Realistic Relationship

Shy Female Lead

[dragonflight203]

Next up on the DC Comics read list is Arkham Aslyum: Living Hell.

I saw many positive reviews for it and that it’s primarily a comedy, so it’s one I’ve been wanting to read for quite a while.

Comic

Title: Arkham Aslyum: Living Hell

Author: Dan Slott

Artist: Ryan Sook

Year: 2003

Overall Opinion

-Fantastic comic. Loved it. It’s the most tightly written of all the comics I’ve read so far and the one I’m most likely to reread.

Art

-Competent. It conveys what it’s intended to.

I like how the colors and style vary depending on the current thread of the story. Warren’s story, Blood’s story, and Humphrey’s are each very distinct.

General

-I could read an entire comic about the antics the inmates get up to and what the staff deals with.

I understand why people are disappointed by the hell arc. While enjoyable, the slice of life elements are the best part of the comi

-Inmates sharing cells at Arkham is canon!

Guard: “Thanks to some tax cutbacks, most inmates at Arkham have to share cells.”

-Moreover, Jonathan Crane and Edward Nygma are roommates!

I thought that was fanon. Love that it’s canon. And who the hell signed off on THAT combination?

-Arkham actually takes its security very seriously. The patients are just very, very dangerous.

Dr. Carver’s memorial service is held five times to avoid understaffing at the asylum.

If the card lock system is compromised, there’s a backup system using palm prints.

Knock out gas can be released through the asylum.

The emergency exit requires a palm scan, retinal scan, and voice print identification.

The last is probably a fire hazard, but I doubt Gotham’s fire department cares by this point.

-I was surprised at first that the card system is the primary security measure and the bio system the secondary.

Given that multiple patients had body parts to break through the bio system, however, I can see why. It encourages mutilating the staff.

-Dr. Arkham’s description of Arkham Aslyum sums it up well: “Arkham Asylum is not just any institution for the criminally insane. It’s the Ivy League of insanity. A ‘Harvard’ for Psychopaths.”

-It’s strongly implied that Dr. Arkham is keeping Warren in Arkham for revenge. He had a pension that Warren stole with his scheme.

-It’s implied Dr. Arkham may be able to help Humphrey more, but chooses not to since he’s useful to have around.

It’s also implied that the severity of Humphrey’s crimes means his release might not ever be approved, so it’s up for interpretation.

-The best way to inspire an Arkham guard to return is to promise them the ability to commit violence with impunity.

That’s… not desirable but I suppose Arkham is desperate.

Dr. Arkham to Cash after Killer Croc bit his hand off: “You can sit there and be a cripple… Or return to a job where it’s socially acceptable to cripple others.”

Cash to Greg after hell literally broke loose: “Way I see it, you can sit there and be a cripple. Or come back to a place where it’s all right to cripple others.”

-It’s repeatedly stated that nothing falls through the cracks at Arkham. Patients get a hold of the objects and will find a way to use them.

The best example of this is Cash’s left hand that Killer Croc bit off being preserved by a patient to use to break out when the emergency system is implemented.

Dr. Arkham: “Bits and pieces do not fall through the cracks here. They fall into the hands of the best, the brightest, and the sickest.”

-Of course Arkham has its own bat-signal.

And they can call on the National Guard for backup.

No one wants to deal with Arkham’s bullshit.

-There’s a parallel between Arkham Aslyum containing dangerous inmates and Akrham Aslyum containing demons.

On the mortal level Arkham Aslyum contains prisoners society rejects because they’re unfit (i.e., insane). The staff have great lee way to contain them by any means necessary.

On the immortal level, Arkham Aslyum contains demons hell rejects because they’re unfit (i.e., experience pity). Their warden (Etrigan) has great lee way to contain them by any means necessary.

At its core Arkham is always a prison. Something could be done with it being used to contain evil on the mortal level and good on the immortal level.

Plot

-This is a very well written story. There’s abundant foreshadowing and callbacks.

The plot does go Out There but within the context of the story it still makes sense.

-The judge can’t believe the insanity verdict for Warren.

It’s implied that an insanity plea in Gotham doesn’t automatically mean you go to Arkham; Warren’s lawyers react in shock when the judge specifies he’ll go there.

The judge just sent him to Arkham out of spite for (from his perspective) abusing the court system.

-How the hell did Warren not know what Arkham is before he plead insanity in Gotham? Why didn’t his lawyers warn him?

-I was completely fooled by Jane Doe! I started out liking Dr. Carver and was disappointed that she was corrupt.

Then she went to stab Warren and it was a WTF moment.

-And of course a key plot point is that some of the Arkham staff are corrupt. They’re willing to work with “Dr. Carver”, then later permit patients to visit each other after hours for bribes.

-When the riot occurs, most of the patients jut cut loose. (Why the hell does Edward swing from the ceiling light?)

Harvey and Joker, however, promptly break out. Very practical of them.

They’re also some of the rare patients to have their own cells. Coincidence?

-Dr. Arkham waking up because his night hasn’t been interrupted so far is funny.

It’s even funnier that he’s correct and there’s a riot occurring.

Apparently, taking a gun with him to Arkham when he’s suspicious is just SOP.

-Fantastic twist that the demons’ crime is that they weren’t pure evil. They pitied their prisoners and that’s why they were banished from Earth.

-Dr. Arkham refuses to believe hell literally broke loose and instead blames everything on Jonathan fear toxin (at Batman’s suggestion!).

Poor bastard gets three months in “the hole”.

Characters

-I love Dr. Arkham. He’s an asshole, but a competent one and doing his best to keep Arkham secure.

After Dr. Carver’s death: “You may be saddened by the loss of Dr. Anne Carver. Or angered that her murderer impersonated her for two months. Perhaps you’re embarrassed that this happened on our watch.

“While these feelings are understandable, they are not acceptable. An inmate was running our asylum. We cannot allow ourselves the luxury to pause for reflection.”

-When Dr. Arkham takes down Killer Croc with a tranquilizer he looks like a big game hunter.

-Dr. Arkham has a manipulative streak. He talked Cash back into his position as a guard, and when the power goes out he lets Cash leave through the vents to fix the generators before asking if anyone had a cell phone.

-Dr. Arkham uses Jonathan attempting to hang himself as an example one of the reasons why he’s been woken up at night. Has Jonathan actually attempted that? Or was it a feint as part of a break out attempt?

-Jonathan wanted to study Warren’s scream, so he stabs him with a fork to make him repeat it. Then he’s disappointed because it’s a scream of pain rather than fear.

He’s so awful. I love him.

-Patients are permitted to keep objects they need to function.

Edward keeps his mask – does he seriously need that or is that him just fucking with the system?

-Humphrey is very kind, and also incredibly broken.

Humphrey detailing his gradual breakdown: “But it was SOMETHING. And over time a little something can become that ONE thing. And you have to know WHY?!! Why does that happen to ME?!”

Humphrey to Warren after explaining how he took his grandmother apart and put her back together to fix her: “I think you’re the worst man I’ve ever met. And I just know if I give it my all, I can get in there and fix you!”

-Aaron Cash has a fantastic arc with overcoming his fear of Killer Croc and becoming the champion to save the Asylum. They even work in him coming to peace with the death of would-have-been love interest.

-Warren is a terrible person, and impressively stays one. His character arc is adapting to Arkham and establishing a place in it.

Nice twist on expectations – the obvious choice for an arc would have been making him a better person. Instead he literally makes a deal with Hell to ensure he’s not as poorly off as he could be when he inevitably goes there.

-Jason Blood/Etrigan is a fascinating character. Definitely not on the side of the angels, but his interests may at times align with humanity’s.

On the one hand he wants to prevent the demons from breaking out, which would be awful for the world.

On the other he’s willing to take extreme measures to do so, such as trapping the demons in people. Oh, and mind controlling people.

I’d like to see more of him.

-Poor Bullock. He was absolutely correct that Jason Blood/Etrigan was involved in murders – just not the murders he thought.

His reward was being mind controlled.

Note: Minor edits for formatting. Added Comic section.

[digitab-m]

SUNSHINE MAN! This is art of the main character of the Slice of Life manga I'm running atm. I wanted to bring some visual edge to the normally round and soft genre, and having a jagged, scruffy MC seemed like the way 2 go about it!!! (cough cough you can read it on): Global comix! OR Manga Plus Creators! OR Nami Comi

[alienatedtsuki]

Domestic NaruSasu/SasuNaru Part I

I already featured the best fic in this section - homesick for a mountain's song by kintou - on this blog, but there is so much more! I have about 60 fics about Naruto and Sasuke finding solitude at home, being a family, and being with each other softly.

all this, and love too by ashmes (@sapphicvevo/@bitchynaruto) A day in the life of ninjas in love. - My favourite line is the ending: "A lifetime of this is what they deserved after all." This is how I feel about this section of sns fanfiction, their peace. There are mentions of smut, but not explicit. sns is an established relationship | Domestic | Slice of Life (4,752)

stay at home dad by chai_lattes "You've got a pretty bounty on your head, Uchiha Sasuke." "It's Uzumaki now." Sasuke said, flipping his hair out of his face. "And I'm retired." - They have two kids; they are perfect dads. Boruto and Sarada finally get all these ideal genes. We see protective dad Sasuke in action and, of course, sappy Naruto. They are dads | Protective Uchiha Sasuke | sns is an established relationship | Domestic | Slice of Life (1,683)

thirty-five by frogsterz “You,” Sasuke starts, then falters. “You still have my bedsheets on the bed in the other room. They’re not dusty. Did you know I was comi—“ Ack. “God, no,” Naruto deflects from the redness in his cheeks with the harshness of his words but he knows Sasuke will see right through him. Curse the two of them. “I just. I keep it clean. For you. In case you came home.” Sasuke is quiet, but he knows what he’s thinking. Ten years. You did that for ten years? - This is just perfection about older SasuNaru. They finally spoke their mind. Sasuke finally found himself and returned to Naruto. [I love doggy Sasuke as well;)] Domestic | Slice of Life | Love Confessions | Older SasuNaru (5,136)

[kokumotsuannabellu]

Bingo des Animes 2023

Coucou les poulets et poulettes !  Je participe à un challenge qui s'appelle Bingo 2023. Le but est de regarder des animes ou regarder des mangas en respectant les critères demandés par la gérante du challenge.  Et j'ai choisi de le Bingo des Mangas 2023. Pourquoi ? Parce que, je ne lis pas souvent mais que parfois ça peut m'arriver de lires les scans ou les spoils.  Et que j'avais re envie à toucher au côté de lecture puisque j'en ai vu des tonnes d'animes ces temps-ci. Prenons un break pour les animes ou séries et je retourne vers ma propre bibliothèque !  Voici les critères pour la lecture du Bingo 2023 :  01. Un manga qui a été adapté en un anime que vous avez déjà vu : Terminé : Cowboy Beepop : Shooting Star  02. Un manga qui a commencé à être publié dans les années 90 : Terminé : Karakuri Circus 03. Un manga d'horreur : Terminé : Shibito No Koe O Kiku Ga Yoi (You will hear the voice of the Dead) 04. Un manga avec plus de 15 tomes :   05. Un One-Shot :  06. Un manga qui se déroule à Tokyo : Terminé :  Terminé :Mitsuboshi Colors  07. Un Shounen sans combat :   08. Un manga où tous les personnages principaux sont des femmes : Terminé : We Never Learn  09. Un manga avec votre genre préféré :   10. Un manga avec un genre que vous n'aimez pas : Prison School 11. Un manga qui a été publié dans le Shounen Jump :  12. Un manga qui a été publié dans le Sho-Comi :  13. Un manga d'un auteur qui a publié plus de 20 mangas :  14. Un manga avec une couleur dans le titre :   15. Un shounen-ai ou un shoujo-ai :  16. Un manga avec le genre tranches de vie/slice of life :  17. Un manga dans lequel un personnage est enceint : Bitter Virgin 18. Un manga que vous voulez lire depuis plusieurs années : 19. Un manga où le personnage principal n'est pas japonais :  20. Un manhwa, manhua ou webtoon : Cheese in the trap 21.Bonus : un manga conseillé par un participant  Mission 9 : Trouver un manga qui est mon genre

Lecture choisi : Kiss Him, Not Me Tomes : 14 Nombres de chapitres en total : 60 Début de la lecture : 11 novembre Nombres de chapitres lus : 10 Chapitres entraînent lires : 11-20 P.S : Le Bingo 2023 a commencé le 1er janvier 2023 jusqu'au 31 décembre 2023  Le challenge a été reprit par bingoanimesmangas et une bonne mention aussi à l'originale créatrice Angel et à Yume aussi.  Et si jamais, vous venez s'incrire de ma part. Mentionnez à Cactus. Comme ça, je pourrais effectuer le critère #21 et surtout, si vous prenez le Bingo des Mangas pas le Bingo des Animes.  Merci ! 

[bingoanimesmangas]

Mon bingo des mangas 2023

Critères

01. Un manga qui a été adapté en un anime que vous avez déjà vu: Aishiteruze Baby 02. Un manga qui a commencé à être publié dans les années 90 03. Un manga d'horreur 04. Un manga avec plus de 15 tomes 05. Un One-Shot 06. Un manga qui se déroule à Tokyo 07. Un Shounen sans combat 08. Un manga où tous les personnages principaux sont des femmes 09. Un manga avec votre genre préféré 10. Un manga avec un genre que vous n'aimez pas 11. Un manga qui a été publié dans le Shounen Jump : Takopii no Genzai 12. Un manga qui a été publié dans le Sho-Comi 13. Un manga d'un auteur qui a publié plus de 20 mangas 14. Un manga avec une couleur dans le titre 15. Un shounen-ai ou un shoujo-ai 16. Un manga avec le genre tranches de vie/slice of life 17. Un manga dans lequel un personnage est enceint 18. Un manga que vous voulez lire depuis plusieurs années 19. Un manga où le personnage principal n'est pas japonais : Doctor Elise 20. Un manhwa, manhua ou webtoon : Positively Yours 21. Bonus : un manga conseillé par un participant

[theadorkablescomic]

Husband, pun champion

[Patreon] [Gumroad] [Tumblr] [Tapas] [Twitter] [Instagram]

[birock-heir-of-ember]

Stay tuned!

You can support us by following us here on Tumblr and Instagram!

[heroinstitute]

kiddo’s in a papasan chair, they’re pretty comfy

[bongsuvn]

Rain in a Moon Night is a Vietnamese BL comic set in historical Vietnam. The story is soft and sweet, and the characters are very loveable, so please read and support the artist by liking and commenting! The Webtoon version is in English!

To read the original in Vietnamese (named Bẩm thầy Tường, có thầy Vũ đến tìm), please visit Comi.

Book 1 has been published in Vietnam, and Book 2 is soon to be published. The series has ample representation of queerness, disability, ethnic diversity, and so much more!

[centrally-unplanned]

Adaptational Annals: Teen Titan’s Raven

I have a pretty strong affection for Raven from Teen Titans, partially by proxy due to my partner’s undying love for her (first ever cosplay!). She is the ur-example Medium Titty Goth GF with a prestige class in Witchdom and a specialization in Eldritch Languages, which if you didn’t know is A Type then your high school D&D group in the early 2000′s probably had no women in it. Teen Titans is one of those franchises that got constant calls for More Content, which has *never* panned out. Teen Titans Go was the wisest of the bunch by simply not even trying and being its own slapstick comedy thing. But other attempts had less courage, with 2018′s live action Titans being most infamous in its awkwardness.

So I picked up Teen Titans: Raven (2019), a graphic novel stab at the genre, with quite low expectations, and...well it met those expectations. While it has some pretty exceptional art at places and solid slice-of-life moments, it really falls hard into 2 key traps; not understanding the appeal of the character its trying to adapt, and grinding hopelessly against the political mandates that plague western comics today.

“Original” Raven is most certainly an emo teen girl - that is part of her appeal. But its not her primary identity; “teen” is not the operative word in the title here. Her negaverse magic powers, Read Or Die: Pagan Edition bedroom decor, etc, are what take her from being relatable to instead being aspirational. If you are the right kind of person in 2003, you wanted to BE this:

You don’t want to be this:

I mean you do, sure, but with about $100 in ebay bucks and a lazy weekend you actually can become this, then you don’t want it anymore. Like for Yomiko’s sake the only book in the room is on the floor in the corner while she is on her phone, a device that would literally poison Original Raven to touch.

As you can tell, this graphic novel makes Raven a full-on Teen Girl; she attends high school, has bully drama with a Becky-type, has a crush on/dates a cute boy, the works. And its not all bad, she also has mystical magic powers and amnesia and is haunted by her demons very literally. When her struggles are externalized, girls definitely want to be this: 

But that is its peak, outside of those beats it all falls away. Who doesn’t have inner demons to overcome in a graphic novel? That is dime-a-dozen. “Emo girl” was NOT the brand for Raven, its confusing the emotional plot arc with the aesthetic arc. When you strip out shadow magic vibes Raven vanishes and is just a stock sad teen, that is not the core you want to adapt. Its like the Younglings problem in the Star Wars prequels: kids don’t want to imagine themselves as a *boy trainee* in the Star Wars Universe, they want to be Han Solo dammit. You do not want to fix that problem by making Han Solo/Raven a Youngling/Regular Girl.

There is one scene near the end where Raven...tries on clothes, for prom, while others had previously been commenting on how Prom Is Lame but Came Around, and its just...you forgot your genre! You sunk yourself into this concept so hard you are pulling tropes from the wrong 2000′s era teen trend! More like 10 Things I Hate About Your Shit Comi-

This issue is exacerbated by our second problem, something the 2000′s very much did not have. See, our main girl Raven is white! And also straight, or at least into men. So what does that mean her friend group has to be?

Ah yeah, there we go. Raven is adopted into a black family in New Orleans, her beau is Hispanic. Her friend circle includes these two girls who ask each other out halfway through and the School Becky makes a homophobic remark about it for some reason just so she can get Wrecked and everyone high fives and... that's it, its never relevant to the plot, Raven barely even knew these characters...its cringe. Its cringe.

That girl couple is interracial, btw. Bet you didn’t predict that.

But okay, obviously nothing wrong with non-white non-straight characters even if their ratios are mandated by divine fiat. The real issue is that, well, we can’t have the White Girl eating up all the page count, right? Even though its a book about Raven, we can’t ‘tokenize’ the minority characters by having them just be supporting characters. And Raven...she isn’t a badass witch anymore! Just an amnesiac emo teen psychic girl. So we need a source of the magical stuff for this story anyway, right?

Enter the voodoo: Raven’s new adopted sister and mother are both Manbos, voodoo practitioners, and they have many scenes of them being In The Know about Raven’s burgeoning powers, convening secret meetings with their ancestors, the works. Again, taking Raven’s shadowmagic vibes and making it voodoo-magic vibes, is, well its more niche but fair enough, franchises can evolve. But you see the problem - they *don’t* do that, they *can’t* do that, because Raven isn’t the right color for that role. Which means when the story culminates, yes sure Raven does do the final act to defeat her dad (oh her dad is a demon trapped in a locket who sired her for his own purposes yadda yadda), but in the entire setup for that confrontation Raven has no role, instead its all done by other people summoning ancestor ghosts to form a magic binding circle whatever:

Which A: strips almost all the agency from our main character in the resolution of this story, and B: *isn’t her aesthetic*, and I mean her aesthetic in this comic!  She’s a goth punk teen! These big splash pages, the focal point of visual identification, isn’t been spent on Raven, but on these other elements - because of Politics. And I *know* its politics, it screams at me throughout this story with all its tired tropes. Like her final moment with her duel with her dad is all:

And her room, I swear her fucking room:

I get it comic, I get it, you won’t let me forget it for a nanosecond. Original Raven is not a complicated character! Its a show for 12 year olds. But Original Raven has ALL of these themes still, personal agency and abuse and stuff, its all there, and despite having literal Moral of the Episode dialogue it is still somehow more subtle than all this.

Maybe I have no business reading this comic; despite its obvious attempts to cash in on the nostalgia of a late-20′s audience for an early 2000′s media property, if its set in an actual high school it might just be for high schoolers. Maybe this will be the first time some young girl ever reads a story about Female Agency and is blown away. But I have watched Teen Titans as an adult - I actually never watched it as a teenager, my first time was in my aforementioned late 20′s. And, I mean its not a great show if we are being honest? Yet, for all its flaws, I absolutely get the core value that its audience saw in it, I get what they are being nostalgic for. This adaptation, the way it surrenders aesthetic identification for stock wokedom-era plots? I just can’t see engendering that same sense of nostalgia ten years from now.

[yesfxckyxu]

She yawns, a little bit drunk but not nearly enough to really prohibit her in any way. Walking in, noticing Jack on the couch, she lazily plops down next to him with a sigh. It's been a calm birthday, very under the radar. It was super relaxing... Ideal.

"Hm. I wanna end the night off right."

"Let's watch some movies."

Thank god she's drunk enough to not immediately recoil from her actions, if she were sober she'd be hesitant to even talk. That would just make shit awkward.

"Fuck it, go grab some popcorn n' shit. You can pick the first one but if you pick something stupid, I swear I'll complain and nag and talk through the whole thing. Out of spite."

Her posture on the couch was... Lazy. Slouched, as if she were sliding off despite not moving. She's not used to being... Casual... With him. Noticing her posture, she shuffles a bit to fix it, causing her to sit a little closer to him than she did prior.

"Or maybe I'll do that anyway. Just to annoy you a lil bit."

Sober, she wouldn't even glance towards him. But as she is now? She tilts her head, giving him a smug side glance from the corner of her eye.

"Oh yeah... Guess you're not the 'oldest' anymore, huh? Ahah. You thought you could one up me in everything. Jokes on you now."

The smell was the first thing he noticed when she came into the room. Even before she had come to the couch to lazily plot herself down - Jack got the sensation of drunkenness. 

Just as that sentence finished, he knew all too well, too. Mich is that drunk to want to watch a movie. Which is almost unheard of, and very considerably: rare. 

It’s been a long time since she’s felt comfortable enough to be this way with him again... Which is, in an odd way, touching. 

The mention of popcorn really just - is she serious??

“You sure? Uh, alright.” 

Before he can get up, he noticed the shift in weight, which caused her to be unintentionally closer to him. Oh, man... there goes the butterflies. 

“Sure, make my day. Let’s see how long it takes before you can annoy me, but imagine if you had the ability to lose your voice from taking too much. That’d be funny. Let’s see if that can happen. Make it a challenge.” 

Verbal bickering, challenging words with a hint of obvious playfulness. Though, now... that tilt of the head and that smug grin plastered on her face... Even if she’s not looking directly at him, damn... 

That’s attractive. 

“You’re funny. All now you claim to be one year older than me, you think you got the high horse? Feels like this is the game of our lives, seeing who becomes older the year after the other. Watch that smirk turn into a scowl next year.” 

His own smirk, “Or maybe even this year.” 

Taking a moment to gather the energy, Jack gets up anyway to get a bowl. 

Coming back, he set the bowl next to her on the couch before heading to the T.V. Looking through the selection, he decides to pick something new. 

An action comedy, filled with drama, slice-of-life and a tiny hint of romance - because, y’know, no producer can’t have one without it. 

“I’ll let you know, I never saw this movie before. Nag all ya want, but you can’t blame me for anything.” Other than that he picked it, which he didn’t doubt would be held against him because this is Mich we are talking about. 

Going back to the couch, Jack sits by her like he had been before and hits play. Wondering if Mich would even touch the popcorn, and would be minorly surprised when she did. Chuckling softly at her commentary here and there...

She really can be so funny... even more when she’s drunk.

A little into the movie, right when it starts to really kick off, Jack feels he might be able to get away with something since her attention is a bit taken on the scenes and taking the time to nitpick the events and characters due to their actions or choice of words - he shifts, casually stretching and places an arm behind her. 

Smooth? Was this smooth enough? She didn’t seem to notice... 

An internal victory, despite the anxiety and sheepish feeling of coming off like a dork... The pros and cons of having a crush and being so inexperienced despite living for so long.  

... Today really is a good day. 

[jjkpls]

(y)our name - three (m)

> genre : smut, fluff, angst

> pairing : jeon jungkook x reader (f)

> total words : 9.6k of smut

> warnings/content : friends to lovers, unrequited love, slice of life; dirty talk, oral (f receiving), penetrative intercourse, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, soft kookie getting some!!! :’)

(good luck, personally, i died)

> previous

You’ve done it. It’s just a tiny little pressing of your lips that he hears more than feels. As his heart starts beating again, faster and harder than he ever thought possible, there's a second and a third kiss, planted right on the same spot, but this time, you hold them for longer and now there is no way he’s not feeling them. He’s feeling them so well he’s panicking, between euphoria and dementia not knowing where to lean. Embarrassingly, as soon as his heart senses them, his dick does too. It’s insane how quick you are to stir a reaction from his body when you’ve just barely pecked his fucking neck.

Jungkook backs away. Not abruptly but firmly, holding you still and away from him with his two large hands enveloping your forearms. You look disappointed, kind of hurt even if he focuses on the glint in your pretty eyes. It breaks his heart a little, makes him want to swoon and gives in to whatever you want, ready to give you his neck back to play with the way you hurry to stick a pacifier back in a crying baby’s mouth. However, he doesn’t give in because there’s no way he’s letting you feel his semi when he doesn’t even know what you meant.

“Sorry.” The tiny whisper is so weak, so bashful, it makes everything the harder for his brain to process.

“Don’t apologize.”

Deciding he had pondered enough and fuck it, he leans forward, pressing his hands on the counter, on either side of you, trapping you in and making you back slightly to still be able to meet his eyes. Your cheeks are reddening. He knows it comes from the proximity and surely from the stare he is giving you. He is not sure if it’s really a good idea to pin you down with this stare, dark eyebrows shadowing the most mesmerizing pair of eyes you've ever seen. Looking from under his black lashes, he looks predatory yet so inviting. He looks different. Again. Even more so than before. This Jungkook withholds a lot of things you know nothing about. An entire world of secrets and thoughts he's never shared with you but is willing to, right this moment. His pink lips, parted for his heavy breathing to flow, have never looked so endearing. The bottom lip so plump and slightly crooked, looking swollen like it's been beaten on already. And you feel light-headed. Like you might pass out. “___?” Your eyes rise to his, the realisation you've been staring sending another wave of incriminating blood to your face.

“Should I give you a birthday kiss?” You shrug.

You shrug. At this point, Jungkook is pretty sure he has the most of his answer. You can see him as a man. He sees the effect he has on you. He sees you squirm and shy away and flush. He doesn't think you're uncomfortable. You seem unsteady but not uncomfortable. Like you might be battling inside between what you want and what you deem appropriate, what you know and appreciate for its familiarity and those new territories you seem curious to indulge in. Still, Jungkook doesn't know how into it, how into him, you are. Maybe you can acknowledge him to be a whole handsome and attractive man yet not want to actually lay in bed with him.

He'll need more than this, he thinks. Leaning forward, he stops only when the tip of his nose touches yours, your breath audibly sticks in your throat, his own loud breathing giving you the impression of suffocating even more. His round nose nuzzles yours, bumping playfully against it, your blushing mess of a face extorting a grin from him. When he deems he messed around long enough, he leans further and presses a kiss on your cheek, right at the edge, where your lips meet, purposefully letting his mouth brush that place he's never been. “Happy early birthday.” He whispers, chuckling from his nose. He watches you frown with a comical raised eyebrow.

“Is that it?” Jungkook bursts into the dorkiest laugh of his. He could be regretting it as it couldn't match his sexy persona any less but you're smiling so endearingly at him, your hands clasping his upper arms in annoyance. “Why are you doing this? All night you- you keep teasing!” His heart is hitting his ribcage like a drum roll, dramatizing the suspense as if he needed it. He doesn't. He's sweating bullets of apprehension at this point.

“What do you mean? What am I supposed to give to you? You got your birthday kiss.” He adds, head tilting to the side, snarky smirk invading his whole face, not hiding the least the bliss he's having especially now that you're pouting. Your lips pushed in a ridiculously cute button, eyebrows lowered in discontent, you look beyond adorable.

“That one sucked.”

He bites back a smile. “Well, that's not really nice, is it?” He's not indecisive and precautionary anymore. He's definitely teasing. “Want another one?” You nod. Your eyes are focused on the roof, hands on your hips, looking like the most aggravated little spoiled brat to have ever existed. “Where?” Not giving yourself the time to mull over it, your pointer raises to your pout. His nose meets yours again. He mumbles, “You sure?” Watery, quivering eyes, that know and resemble each other meet.

When he presses his lips to yours for the first time, it's light, delicate. It's not much, far from what his teasing attitude from before hinted at but he just has to take his time. Soon your tiny hands are pulling at his leather jacket, and you're easing yourself against him in a way that feels hazardous. You're dragging him in, not with physical force but with something else. It's your heart calling for him. All there is for him to do is dive in. Headfirst.

He's never allowed himself to think too much about you in this predicament. To fantasize what you would be like, just because, it felt wrong to do so. But the very few times he did, he never imagined you to be so pliant, so soft you felt vulnerable in his hands and all his to have his way with.

The first swipe of his wet tongue over your lips makes you shudder yet you welcome him. You do so eagerly, so warmly, he does not doubt the fact that you want him, you want him to take over you and own you. And he wants to. He wants to make you feel at least a tenth of what he is feeling right now because if he manages to, it might be enough to earn himself the right to always have you like this.

His large hands leave your cheeks to slide along your body and set on the back of your thighs. He kneads at the flesh, groans when you moan into his mouth, swiftly hauls you up on top of the counter. It's more practical for the both of you.

You were struggling so hard to balance on your tiptoes to meet him, him getting annoyed at the pain in his neck distracting him from your senses. But as soon as you're up there, more comfortable, with your hands rummaging through his thick locks, he finds himself squeezing you so hard against him you're ass leaves the countertop to hover over it.

He's burning up in his fucking leather jacket. Wants to take it off so bad but you're not hinting at it. He's fine with kissing. Honestly. It's more action than he had with anyone in so long and in any case, making out with you feels better than anything he's ever experienced. More intense. More real. More meaningful. Feels universe rupturing. And orderly, as if it feels so good because it's meant to be that way. You're his person. He knows it. Has the confirmation at each nibble of your lips, each tiny giggles slipping because of how amused you are to witness his eagerness. It pulls at his heart. You're pulling at his heart. Clenching it in your warm goddess hands and he's loving it. So that's enough. He wouldn't mind more -the aching in his pants chastises him for wanting to demonstrate too much restraint- but if that is all he'll have, he's okay with it. He feels like you might misunderstand if he were to try and take his jacket off since you're not doing it. God, if you just slip the very tip of your fingers under his collar and over his shoulders, he'll rip the damn thing off and your dress along with it.

"Oh. My. God!" It's Eun. Again. She's staring, wide eyes, slacked jaw and hands raised in the air and not seeming ready to let them be. Jungkook almost curses at her when you push him away, rightfully so, to look at her with the most embarrassed and dumbfounded of expressions.

You exchange an extended look with your friend and roommate, one Jungkook interprets to say something along the lines of 'I know right what the fuck?!'. Follows the longest, most torturous minutes of his life. He's a dozen of centimetres away from your mouth, your saliva still coating his lips and your taste on his tongue and you're sitting right here, the perfect level for him, he just wants to lay you down and slip under the hem of your skirt. And your lip is bleeding a little where he's bitten accidentally when Eun startled him, it looks painful and he's dying to kiss it better. His eyes are burning from peering so intensely at you. His heart is aching to not be touching you.

"Yeah. Okay. I'll just- uh- sleepover next door! Alright! Bye!" Eun so eloquently whisper-yells before flying out the front door. Jungkook doesn't mean to be an ass. He's never been mean to anyone even in thought -except that one time he punched Namjoon, but honestly, this moment is simply a glitch in the matrix, doesn't count. But right this moment, when he's been granted your touch and your mouth and it's all been taken away from him and held hostage that close to him, it's becoming harder than ever to control the pure liquid rage swimming through his veins. He hates Eun, who he's always been fond of, for being such an obnoxious, confused idiot. Why would she keep coming in and out of this fucking apartment? He can already envision her coming back once more when she'll realize she has no fucking clothes, nor nothing to spend the night at his and Jimin's place. And he'll hate her even more then.

Because now that she's left, slammed the door shut behind her for the quiet place to only be disturbed by your heavy breathings and thunder-like heartbeats, the moment has been stolen. It's faded. He still wants you. He still would like more of the same treatments or something else, perhaps. But the moment is gone and he doesn't feel dizzy and hazy enough to just lock his lips back to yours and demand you silently to simply ignore what has just happened.

"I'm so embarrassed," You whine, hiding your burning face behind your hands. "I could die." Grabbing one of them to place a kiss on its back, he chuckles.

"There's no reason to be."

"There's no way she's not running to Jimin to tell him everything."

"Let's give them something to talk about, then." You eye him curiously. Eyebrows high and head tipped to the side.

"You- do you really...?"

Quite frankly, he said it in pure humour. Because that sounded like such a cliché and obvious thing to say. He didn't genuinely mean it. But here you are, observing him, interest and curiosity shinning in your eyes.

"I don't know, I'm just- Do you want to?" His voice sounds so minuscule, he thinks. He hates himself for it but then again, he is on the edge of fucking spontaneous combustion, therefore, sounding all hot and alpha-like is out the question. Until you answer that is. Then maybe he could breathe and relax and engage in what he likes with the confidence he knows himself to withhold somewhere. But you're still not answering, so he clarifies in a hardly more convincing murmur, "Sleep with me?"

"I- well- Do you?"

"Yeah.” He says before giving himself the time to think about it and the courage to wavers.

"I don't know why but me too, I think."

He's a boyish giggling mess now that he can breathe again. And you just grin watching him.

"I mean since you didn't even get me a birthday present-"

"___! Stop, I told you, I have it but it's not your birthday yet."

"Yeah sure." Jungkook's hands surge to your waist, threatening to tickle you but he knows you hate it so he settles for grabbing you, pinching kindly your sides instead. "Thank God tomorrow is the weekend, you'll have plenty of time to make up for your negligence."

"Keep that attitude up and I swear I won't give it to you on Monday." You roll your eyes for good measures. The tension is real. You're joking around but something is lurking. It's louder than your voices and chuckles, and it's also silent, dense, deafening quietness. Jungkook is fidgety, one leg shaking, questioning your eyes but not getting much of any answer.

"Why are you so nervous when you're the one who started it?"

"I'm never nervous." He says this with the widest grin. It's the most blatant lie ever, you both know it. To distract you Jungkook places a smack on the side of your chin, just below your lips, then rising his big eyes to scintillate right at you. Before he's even tempted to back away, your mouth falls upon him, locking with his and things just fall back into place. It's like Eun has never come to interrupt your moment. It's like it's the first time all over again, Jungkook realizes, as he is overwhelmed with so many emotions and sensations all at once. The same from before and new ones, now that he's grown so confident and so certain of how you feel. His hands can slip under your skirt and caress the expense of your thighs and ass, they can drag you up and down his front, make you grind on him shamelessly. You, finally, deem it's time for his stupidly hot jacket to go and now it's so much easier for you to wrap your legs around him, and he doesn't know if it's just a product of his fervent imagination, but he feels your crotch is scorching his.

"Shit. Let's head to your room, yeah?"

Your lips on his thick neck answer him. It makes him stagger. You see, Jungkook is strong. That's an euphemism. When asked or even provoked, he would always bring back that time he had to carry two grown-ass men -his roommate and a friend from his old school-, one on each shoulder, because they were too fucking wasted to place a foot in front of the other. He did that. Hardly broke a sweat, by the way. But here he is struggling to walk straight because of the way you're giving his skin so much love and attention, making him feel like you're craving to swallow him whole. Maybe it's a bit late after the heavy make-out session, what you said and more than anything else, the wet patch your centre has left on his jeans, but he's baffled at the idea that you'd want him this bad. Too baffled, he's fucking hallucinating. He's dying. Of love. Or maybe just hyperthermia.

"Wait."

"Guk-" You whine as you feel him lowering you down to your bedroom floor. You whine with so much greediness. He realizes he doesn't know if he'll survive the night.

Pecking your mouth quickly -because it's become natural now apparently- he pleads, "Just a sec." before removing his t-shirt who's become undeniably uncomfortable.

"Wow." It's just a whisper, hidden under a sharp intake of air, Jungkook almost misses it. Your expression is telling everything he needs to know. You're gazing at him, incredulous, cheeks flushed in a pleasing pink. He wonders what his own cheeks look like. You like what you see? He'd ask if he was not so into your amazement. He doesn't want to break that intensity in your gaze just to tease you. He's never had you look at him like that. "I didn't know you were that ripped..." He shrugs to avoid saying something stupid like Yeah but your ex was way buffier and like a whole head taller than me. "You're- like- really handsome, Jungkook." He holds a hand out for you to catch and come closer as his eyes don't dare even blink to not miss how pretty you look, staring at him with those eyes. Fucking finally.

"You're beautiful. I meant to say it all night but I'm stupid so I didn't." You give a chortle. Light but short as you are too eager to resume to your previous activity. You keep contemplating him, fingers brushing ever so slightly like you're drawing the lines of the most precious and fragile piece of art, lips shaped in a silent gasp. Jungkook, watching you, trying to ignore the shudder his skin is assaulted by, thinks you look like you've never seen a man like him. Shaped like him. Handsome like him. And he feels incredibly abashed. He's loving it but it might just be too much. He's the one who can get stunned over your every feature and feel like shedding some tears over how airy and ethereal your skin tends to look when the Sun is aiming just right at you.

Deciding he's had enough, for now, Jungkook bends over, grabbing you by your thighs to carry you once again, while you're scoffing indignantly. He's just about to drop you on the bed when you stop pressing kisses to his shoulders to tap furiously on it instead.

"Wait, wait, wait! The light!" His eyes follow your finger pointing at the switch next to the door and he groans as he walks backwards for your foot to reach and turn it off. In the process, you also kick the door shut and he's thankful for you not having a head as airy as his. Here, if Eun decides to come to bother you again, well, she could but she'll have an obstacle slowing her down.

"Why can't we keep it on?" He snivels through ridiculously pursed lips, not even trying to hide his disappointment.

"Because I don't have sex with the lights on." You say it with a particular emphasis, aiming to make him feel like he's the crazy one. Suddenly, a rush of deep aggravation pervades him. He hates every single man who has slept with you. Not because they did, but because while they did, they were not fucking able to make you feel sexy and confident and beautiful in every way possible, enough for you to want to always keep the lights on. He can understand how you feel, he's been with girls who had a tough time in the beginning. He did his first times. But now, Jungkook likes to have it all. He's not one to give himself much restraint when it comes to sex. He's all about exploring, and sharing, and giving and spoiling each other. He needs to have it all. All of his senses stimulated. Have a full fucking five senses experience with his partners. And tonight, you are his partner and he wishes he could see you -better than through the lame shadowy orange lighting the street lamps are bathing the room in. He wishes he'd have more time to spend with you. More time to worship you, from head to toes, and teach you to love your body and own it. Whatever those other guys have done was wrong if they neglected to make you feel this way. He wants to make love to you and then have you walk around the house naked to have him look and stare at your glorious form while he'd be munching on his midnight ramyeon break. Maybe he'll have more time. He's not sure. He doesn't want to think about it for now.

Instead of laying you down on the bed, Jungkook decides to sit, keeping you on his lap. It’s all the better like this. All close and personal. When your eyes don’t shut under the pleasure raising from the assaults of his mouth, they have nowhere else to look at but him. You’re so snug, your heat, your smell, the inside of your thighs sticking to his waist. 

“Can I?” You nod your assent and he’s quick to throw your dress and bra to the floor, covering your skin instantly with his hands. Your skin is scorching hot, soft and so real, and this he can hardly believe. He’s touching you like that. His mouth is peppering kisses along your neck, your tender breasts resting in the palm of his hands and you’re leaning into his touch, head thrown back and chest pushing forward. “Fuck, ___.” If his hands were not so busy, he would use one to slap himself across the head for delivering the worst fucking compliment in the history of humanity. “I want you so bad.” That’s better. You hum in response. Something not quite loud and heartfelt enough for his liking.

Bending over as much as he can, he replaces his hands with his mouth. Licking and sucking your chest, from your collarbone to your underboobs, he doesn’t miss a spot, coating you in saliva, suckling on your nipples and rolling them under his tongue, under his thumbs, he’s having a feast on you and stealing all air from your lunges. When his big hands grab your waist to have your centre rub harshly against him, you moan out loud. The first real moan he’s heard tonight. It sends a shiver down his spine that dies down only once it’s reached the very tip of his cock. “You like my mouth?” A nod. He smiles briefly. Why does he feel you so attentive to his every word, so eager to answer yet you won’t stop acting all shy? He is the shy one, not you. Still, there is no way he’s letting that coming in between you. There’s no point in being embarrassed when it’s only the two of you. “Are you wet for me?” He keeps mumbling against your skin, teeth showing for a split second to tease an abused nipple. Another nod and a whimper this time. “Show me.” He demands softly. He catches the confusion in your expression, the darkening of your cheeks. Jungkook smirks as he picks you up, lifts you to set you back down on only one of his hard thighs and then lays back on his hands, watching you -the light hits precisely right, and he gets more than just your silhouette, now able to decipher the details of your breasts, your darker nipples standing out- with so much assurance and cockiness radiating from him, you writhe. “Ride my thigh.” You eye him attentively as you place your hands on his chest, hardly moving your hips. 

“I’ve never done that before...”

“Even with Namjoon? But his thighs...” A curious expression falls over your face. “I mean- I shouldn’t- Why am I talking about your ex right now? Shit, I’m-“

“It’s fine. Well, no, it is weird. Especially since you’re admitting checking him out...?”

“I didn’t- I just- I-“ He’s turned back to the little boy, the stutter and lisp mess, and it feels horrible. Even with you almost naked sitting on his thigh. Why is he such a fucking idiot? 

Laughing you sing-song, “Aaanyway.” He’s red in the face, wants to die, but you kiss his cheek between two giggles and he feels a new man. Or not an entirely new one. Just a slightly less cocky version of the lover he was previously. “Point is: I’ve never done this.” You say again, shyness so loud he can hardly hear your tiny mouse squeak of a voice. 

“Just do what feels good.” He brings a hand back to your hip, intimating you a shallow movement to follow. When he sees you diligently keeping the movement, he relaxes back, smiling. “Get yourself off.”

“And you?”

“Seeing you use me for your pleasure gets me off.” There’s a sharp inhale of air. Jungkook catches how your lips open in a silent cry. He wonders what turns you on. Is it his words, the hardness of his thigh snugged right under you or maybe his voice? “Yeah, just like that.” He praises, heart filling with pride at witnessing how you’re letting yourself go, moaning and swerving your hips, your fingers digging in his chest -fuck, he wishes you were not a barista, required to keep your nails the shortest so he could feel them scratch and tattoo his skin with pretty figures he could look on later. “You’re soaking my thigh so well, baby, I can feel it through my jeans.” Your speed increases, your hands now on his shoulders to help you ride him better. Your fingers dip in and he loves it, the feeling of being the sturdy form you depend on, and the fuck toy for you to hump on. “You really like that, right? Rutting on my leg like you’re so fucking desperate to come.” Jungkook rises, his arms wrapping around you and his mouth, after finding your gaping lips for a wet smack, finds your jaw. “Fuck. I can feel you, I can smell you-”

“Oh my God-” Your eyelids shut tight, you bite hard on your lip.

“I wanna taste you, ___. Would you like that?”

“I-” He smiles deviously.

“You, rubbing your desperate little cunt all over my face, would you like that?”

“Yes!” Jungkook doesn’t waste a second, lying on his back, his brightest bunny smile reflecting in the dim light, inviting you to take your designated seat. But you deflate instantly. Losing complete track of your previous activity, you sober up from the feverish excitement. “Wait- no, Jungkook. Not happening.”

“What? What’s not happening?”

“You’re not eating me out!” Jungkook is so fucking lost, puzzled beyond comprehension, his huge eyes bigger than ever as they reflect the confusion.

“Why not? You said you wanted to like five seconds ago!”

“I thought- you were just saying that.”

“Well, yeah, no... I want to.” 

“Well, that’s not happening so let’s just move on.” You conclude before resuming to riding him but his hands are quick to immobilize you. Frowning in displeasure, you let yourself fall on the bed beside him. 

“You’re so mean!” You scoff out loud. He’s biting back a smile. It does sound like you two are ten again, arguing about some stupid shits your memories would never bother try and hold. Still, he’s upset. You won’t let him keep the lights on. You won’t let him eat you out. Jungkook has been feeling so comfortable in that lover suit you let him put on -suit that fits him so fucking well he has to admit- he allows to indulge in greediness and pettiness. “It’s the worst night of my life.” He adds, and you can hear him pout.

Laughing aloud, you groan, “Oh my God, you’re such a baby!” One of your hand is reaching to drag him towards you. He moves because he decides to, hovering over you, with that damn pout glued to his mouth. “Don’t you think we could be doing better things than argue about this?”

“But I really want to...” He is fully aware he is whining like a child now but he feels like one. Thinking about how this might be the one and only time he gets to spend time in a bed, with you lying naked and vulnerable and open for him to worship and enjoy, and you won't let him taste you, it makes him want to throw the loudest tantrum.

“Come on, Guk!” You chastise. He's burying his disappointement in the crook of your neck, when you ask, “What is it? Are you scared you're not gonna make me cum if you don't prep me with-”

Jungkook's head snaps up. Pushing on his arms to hover over your tantalizing grin, he bores his supposedly dark eyes into your amused gaze, the tongue pushing against the inside of his cheek exposing how triggered he just got. You laugh at that and he brings a hand down to pinch your thigh.

“You're really pushing my buttons, you know...” All giggly, you press a quick kiss to his lips. He can't do anything else but lean in to have another one. And that's so unfair. Because despite you're being so mean, he can't resist you for a second. While the tip of your tongue starts teasing his, your fingers brush along his covered-shaft. Swiftly, he swats them away, “I can't eat you out, you don't get to touch my cock.”

“Dude, are you serious?” You gasp in mid-choke, mid-hilarity. You can't believe he'd be that ridiculous. “Isn't that blackmailing?”

“First of all, it's called justice.” You roll your eyes. He kisses your jaw and they soften down. That's something he'll have to think back on later. How natural and nice it feels to be lying in bed with you, members all entangled, skin sticking to one another, casually talking while your thumbs mindlessly stroke his arms and his lips keep loving your skin. “Second, don't call me dude.”

He stops the scattering of innocent pecks when you ask, simply, “What should I call you?”

You're asking the question. You're literally asking. He's not sure why, maybe it's just more messing around or maybe you sincerely mean to comply in his fantasy, without even suspecting how wide and pressing and real his fantasies about you have been dwelling in his mind and heart for years now. It's the occasion. He'd be foolish to pass it, he thinks. “Baby.” As soon as the word comes out, he realizes how fucking stupid he sounds and wishes to take it back already. He follows right away with a mess of a stutter, “I mean- I don't- forget it, sorry. I don't know why I said that.” Jungkook groans, trying to hide his burning face in the pillow. He can't believe he said that. He can't believe he actually said that...Ok, he thought you were getting a bit off track but didn't mind because you two were hitting it off as you used to, in a different context and setting, sure, but still, the affinity was there, the complicity and the unadulterated ease too. But now, it's going terribly wrong. Has he drowned any sanity cells he owned with the two beers he chugged? Really? How could he fucking say that?

“Why are you like this?” You're cackling over him, a hand pressed to his shoulder blade, trying to smooth him into turning around and facing you. To no avail. “Why is that so embarrassing? I don't mind it.” There is no response coming from him, sweet kisses and pressing taps on his back simply ignored. He's trying to hold his breath long enough to die but his survival instinct keeps kicking in just when his head starts getting super dizzy and it brings him back to this fucking awful moment. “Did I mention this? Your butt looks fucking phenomenal!” He groans in emotional pain. He doesn't know if you mean it or you're just trying to make him feel better. “Baby?” Argh. Because, in fact, he's been told he lacked in that department. Then again, when that happened, he was standing next to Jimin, the ballet dancer. Surely, you're mocking. His ego keeps bleeding profusely and he still won't die, it's the worst-

“Alright, I let you go down on me if you stop sulking.” It works instantly. Jungkook rises back from the depth of your fluffy pillows. His face to the tip of his ears is still crimson, but he peeks in interest.

“Forget it.” He exhales the most melancholic, most heart-wrenching sigh you've ever heard. It makes you roll your eyes. “You don't want to, m'not gonna pressure you...” You regard him carefully, lying on his back, staring at the ceiling. His lips, parted around his adorable bunny teeth, look so endearing. Inviting in colour and appealingly plump for the cute hanging bottom one. The glimpse of the pink tongue swiping over it grasp and pull unforgivingly on one of your internal strings. One attached directly to your core, apparently.

“It's not that I don't want to. It's just too embarrassing, seriously.”

“What is there to be embarrassed about? It's just me.” You tense your neck to connect your lips with his. He follows along when you lie back before mumbling on your mouth, “You want me to?”

“Yes.”

Jungkook can hardly hide how happy he is as he kisses you messily, his palm clapping loudly on your thigh from excitement. Sitting in between your legs, holding them up, he observes you, smiling to himself when he realizes your head is placed perfectly on the pillows, right where the closest street lamp hits. He can see you perfectly and take advantage of the opportuniy, as he spreads kisses along your inner thighs, eyes never leaving your face. He welcomes and appreciates the cute dimming of your cheeks because he knows after he’s done devouring you the way he will, it probably won’t be showing again. Not from shame anyway.

He is planning on ruining you. He might feel guilty about it later but at this present moment, it's clear to him what he wants to do. He wants to wreck you so you never get over him.

It's not that ill, he knows he'd be right for you. He's made for you. He doesn't know if you were made for him or for another man you've met already or don't even know yet -or even for that fucking Namjoon- but he knows he's made to love you and only you. He doesn't even want to be cured from this infatuation anymore. The sorrow, the frustration, the loneliness, all these emotions don't burden him because they come from him loving the wonderful woman that you are so dearly so. They're wondrous, they're confirmation of how bad he loves you. There's nothing purer, more genuine, more worth it than his love for you. Maybe it's stupid but his heart, he wants it to feel as intensely for you and no one else ever.

And that's with this hanging in the back of his mind, that he proceeds to put all his efforts into pleasing you. From the air he breathes against your centre, recovered in the arousal you spread over yourself when you rode his thigh, the tentative kiss to your clit, to the messy open-mouthed kisses. He keeps it in mind. He has to give it his whole. He has to make you tremble and beg for more. When he forces his face in your crotch, round nose bumping and rubbing your clit, tongue fucking into you, he feels your legs, spasming around his head and jerking, and a loud, broken cry breaks the partial quietness of the room. It drives him crazy to hear you like that. So appreciative of his ministrations, giving yourself entirely to him, abandoning progressively all your modesty and timidity. Jungkook is slurping obscenely as he slides over your centre to find his mouth wrapped around your button of nerves. You're an indecent mess, grinding uncontrollably against his face, as he can't help himself from rutting his hips against the mattress. He's quick to slip two fingers in because one is just not enough when you're that sloppy and craving and your walls hug them so tightly, so mercilessly, it's like they're dying to meet and feel every single edges of his long fingers, as if they constantly need to feel the burning stretch of his pumpings.

When you come around his fingers, your clit nicely tucked in between his loving lips, he feels himself twitch in his pants and sweat rolling down the back of his neck. How the fuck will he survive having you coming on his dick when you get so fucking tight? He's hoping he'll do it, there's no doubt about that. Nevertheless, he feels himself suffocating already.

“Oh- my God. Jungkook.” You're so out-of-breath, voice shivering and high. Adorable.

He's off of the bed, fumbling with his pants to get them off as the straining on his cock just proved unbearable when he's that hard, hurriedly whispering back, “I know.” and that's so funny how he doesn't even try to be cocky yet he could. He doesn't know that much about your sex life and sexual history -because you stopped telling him everything about it when you turned seventeen and you've found girls to talk about it with. He doesn't know if this kind of orgasms is a recurrence or even, vaguely familiar, but the quivering of your body, the feverish feel that remains even after he's back on the bed, pushes him to believe it might not be the case. He's proud. Probably will use it later to taunt you. But for now, the eagerness to show you more smothers the cockiness in.

“Wait- what are you doing?” You try to skip away when you feel his breath fanning over your crotch again and Jungkook's had just about enough.

Grabbing your thighs to keep you in place, he low-key growls, “You need to fucking stop questioning everything, ___. Haven't I proved you yet that I know what I'm doing?”

You frown. “You're rude.”

“Trust me.” He pecks a few times your clit. The oversensitivity is palpable, the way you twitch and yelp, uncomfortably. “I know what I'm doing.” Now wrapping his whole mouth over your mound, stroking a fat tongue all over you in a slow pressure, he feels your legs relax in his grasp. He knows a teasing, skiming shadow of a touch would be hard to handle, very very mean for him to torture you with on your first night together.

Jungkook's practised oversensitivity and hyperstimulation long and hard. On himself and his partners. He wouldn't hesitate usually but he knows how difficult it can be, therefore, he won't be mean. The boldness and the force and the decisiveness of his touch make it bearable. You're quick to open your legs wider the way you did before, welcoming him in, begging him to make you come again. Pushing your thighs towards your chest, he enjoins you to hold them still if you want him to give it to you. And the vision kills him. He regrets there is no proper lightening for him to witness the scarlet of your abused cunt but at least, he can see the wetness.

It's everywhere. On your thighs, dripping to your asshole, there's even a fucking puddle on the bedsheet. And Jungkook thinks, no matter how much you seem to enjoy it, how much your body seems to relish it, he's not doing enough of a good job if he's managed to let so much of it slip out of his mouth. Attaching his lips back, sucking at your folds like an eager demon trying to suck up your soul out of you, he consumes you and drinks every single drop gushing out of your cunt.

“I need you to- cum for me. All over my face, baby, come on.” He mutters against you, addressing himself more than you since there's no way you can hear him over your erratic breathing and heartbeats, not when his face is buried that deep into you. He sucks on his thumb before pressing it hard to your clit, tensed tongue fucking your hole. He rubs hard, unmercifully, smiling in your folds when he feels you losing it. You don't know what to do with yourself. With your body and the sensations, seeming to grand for you to contain. Your hips ride his face then stop then twitch and want to ride again, trying to get more but wanting to trust that remaining still allows his touch to be more precise and therefore the more delectable. Your legs jerk in the air, trying to keep the position he's imposed you but also desperately wanting to reach that state of ultimate excitation you brush each time, legs wide open, you feel so much more exposed and obscene, sluttier than you've ever felt. Then, after an eternity of common effort against a stubborn knot, you burst in a blinding orgasm even more blazing than the last, so powerful and earthshaking, even Jungkook seems to experience it as he moans lowly, drinking the remnants of your orgasm rolling along his tongue.

And he might be an actual demon trying to suck your soul out of you: when you're lying there, completely limp and head so fucking hazy, unable to create any thought, coherent or not, just his name and his smile and his big eyes occupying your mind, you wonder if that's not precisely what he is and what he's done to you.

You're not the only one left shaken to the core. Jungkook, breathing laboured and soaked from sweat and your juices, struggles to keep his sanity. He's feeling woozy, with the world swaying dangerously, his ears ringing with the ghosts of your loud moans and cries from before. He thinks he might actually pass out from how overwhelmed he feels. There's all that's happened until now, and what there's to come. And it might be too much.

You're playing grabby hands. Short nails brushing at the smooth skin over his abs that are constricting and tightening as he breathes. You look lovely like that, he wishes he could just give in and offer you his whole but he's at the edge. He really is and has the sense that if he doesn't pass out, he still might come on the spot if he just doesn't take a step back from your warmth for just a second. And it's hard. He sees your struggle, your frustration in the cute scowl adorning your face, he feels the same. It seems scandalous to stop when it feels so right but he is literally about to bust a nut just catching the shadow of your breast, covered by a shiny layer from how much he made you sweat. “Wait a sec- just a second, ___.”

“You okay? Are the drinks just kicking in?” You're the one intoxicating him, rendering him dizzy and delirious. The way you make his heart beats so furiously freaks him out. It's nothing new but he's scared the crazy ride might be too much for him to handle this time.

You bring Jungkook back by the brush of your fingers over his shaft. He falls over you, holding himself up by the trembling arms caging your head. You're so tender with him when you paint his skin from his forearm to his collarbone with kisses. You're so gentle. And he's so in love with you.

“I really wanna be inside you.” Jungkook confesses when he feels you pressing his sex against your burning lips.

“But I want to taste you too.”

“___, can't you feel me?” He asks, delivering the answer as he goes. “I'm so hard. Please, let me.”

It's his voice, familiar yet smoother than it's ever been, that makes you nod your head. Jungkook kisses you deeply, long enough to fill his heart with this new addicting ardour, until his cock -and the growing discomfort soon to turn painful- screams him to stop and fuck you already.

He leans back on his knees, watching as you twist around to open the drawer of your nightstand and blindly grab a silver packet that you then hand him. Your fingers tremble when you do so. Jungkook holds them to his mouth to press a comforting peck there.

When his knuckle slips along your centre, digging between your folds, he grins to himself, feeling how soaked you are. His covered tip teases, rubs your clit lightly, while your legs unfold invitingly to rest on his thighs.

“Are you ready?” He asks, voice quiet and tense. You're so quick to assert your want before he even gets to finish his question, he deems you both have waited long enough and deserve the ecstatic-filled glorious sensation that erupts as he slips the first centimetres of his girth inside you. It's slippery as he starts, having to hold his member upright for it to simply dig in, until he pushes further, filling you up with as much as he possibly can, and then for him, it's just an hardly surmountable encasement of heat and tightness. It feels so good, so wonderful, like that feeling. The one people spend their lives seeking for without really, ever being able to find because it's so flimsy, so unrealistic, too perfect to be true. Except it's happening. Young Junkook, the one that used to read too many shojo mangas, is losing his shit, somewhere not so far up in his head, screaming in hysterics about how he's found his soulmate. This is it. He wants this moment, this feeling to last for infinity. It's divine beyond anything he could have pictured.

“Move!” You grumble between your teeth, the eternity he's spent just standing still, proving to be unendurable. It breaks him from his stupor. Diligently, he starts thrusting, in and out. His movements are not as rough nor as intense or calculated as they should be, according to his standards. He's just consumed. He doesn't want to give you a reason to call him a softie and quite frankly, that would fuck up the whole mood if he were to let himself be, but he could cry right now. Maybe his dick is also a bit on the sensitive side, and it doesn't help, added to his heart, that is bathing in an euphoria he's never experienced before. He's brushed happiness before, recalling on some memories of your shared childhood. He's pretty sure he's touched and held it momentarily, not necessarily having, on the moment, the realisation but it still happened. But here and now, he's grasping it with the same hold his hands own on your thighs, he's immersing in it as his cock slides in and out of your sex, and he's so mindful of it too. He's fucking mindblown and soul shattered. And he wants more. Grabbing your hands clenching the sheets on your sides, he yanks you up on his lap, pressing his mouth to yours in a heated kiss.

“Fuck. Ride me.” He sounds desperate as he laps his tongue in your mouth, large hands spread over your hips and ass, bruising fingers dipping in the flesh.

“You're really demanding.” You're being difficult again and he's tempted to bite back by bringing up -what he is now sure to be- the hella-boring sex life you shared with your past partners. Because this shit is nothing. And each time he's trying to do something, there's this remnant of innocence and embarrassment, this little lag and awkwardness in your movements coming from lack of experience. He loves it in a way. If he's the first one to push you further, in uncommon and scary territories, especially when the results always end up blooming in the most pleasing sounds and mesmerizing gesticulations. But when he's this tense, and hard, hopelessly in need of a phenomenal orgasm, he just won't find in himself to tease, argue or anything else.

To be fair, the position is a bit awkward. Him sitting back on his knees, holding you up there, specially if you're not used to riding a man, he can understand. He's not ready to give up on the idea though.

“I just need you to give me your all.” His grip on your ass tighten and patiently he helps you ride him. You're quick to get the catch. Following his hands but emphasizing the motion, sliding along his shaft until he's almost completely out to then come back and hit your pelvis against his hard abs. It's better like so, he gets to ravish your mouth, swallow your moans and whimpers, share the same breath as yours, feel not only your tender breast but your heartbeat, knocking on his. “Wanna come?” He asks even though he knows, so well, when your hold on his cock is spasming uncontrollably. Your movements are so frantic too, uncoordinated. You're spilling everywhere, he can feel you drip down his thighs, and he can hear it. You nod with his thumb in your mouth, eyes closing when he brings it down to your clit. “M-me too. Eyes on me when- fuck- when you come.” He's keeping you close, accompanying your hips as you fuck yourself on him, fingers tangled in his thick soft locks, bringing yourself to your orgasm with little to no shame left in you. You cry out his name, along with a plethora of fuck me, staring straight in his huge dark eyes, not fluttering your gaze just like he asked. The addition of this contact, so intimate yet sinful, along with the clutch, unforgiving, of your cunt around him, brings Jungkook there a blink of an instant after you. He meets your hips, stuttering upwards, groaning your name, savouring with a lazy smile on his smile, the extent of the ball of light and heat exploding inside, annihilating any sense of reality and environment for a little while.

When he lands back down to Earth, to your bed, to your sex, your soft hands holding his head, he sighs deeply and proceeds to lay you down on your back, cautiously. Your ragged breaths try to match, to deepen and calm down. Lazy kisses are shared, anywhere your lips can touch without having much effort to do. The tension has almost been washed away in your wetness. He knows if he's patient enough, it'll just go away -the obnoxious boner that struggles to soften. But there's the greediness for more, always more, because he just can't stop already. He just can't accept that it is over for now. Temptingly, Jungkook starts thrusting again, wrapping his arms around you, keeping you flush against him. It feels insufferable. It's too hot, too sweaty, you could fall asleep if you just dared close your eyes for a second too long. “Didn't you just come?” You mewl into his hair.

Chuckling, he whispers, “M'still hard.” He sees how you flinch, wincing, sucking on your breaths but there's also your small hands pressing against his lower back. You're so hot, so tight sucking him in, you sound so sweet yet obscene in his ear, he wouldn't even need to go strong to come again at this point. When the last orgasm is still so close, hasn't entirely left his body yet, he knows it'll be so easy to just fall back in. But he wants you to come with him.

“There's no way I'm coming again, Guk.” You just say that matter-of-factly.

“You will.” Resolute and assured. Tone as decisive as his pounding. Hard and fast, the squelching so loud, it hits the walls of the room and bounces back to your ears, making you blush furiously through your already red face. “Is this the best fuck you've ever had?” Jungkook groans in your ear. He digs further in your neck, tongue licking broadly your sweat. He could be embarrassed but there's no point when you've indulged into each other the way you've done tonight. He's finally fucking into you mercilessly, being as gross and sloppy as he likes to be.

“Shit- yes!”

“Then you gonna come for me,” His hips hit brutally and freeze for an instant to appreciate the head of his cock touching a new edge in you. “for the best man you'll ever have.” You're sobbing when he starts beating your cunt again.

“Oh my God, Jungkook!” He can barely understand you. His brain is fucking off and your words are so slurred. Doesn't care that much right this instant anyway. When he knows he's taking you both there again, and can't afford to slacken. “Show your man how good he is to you.” It's all you both need, particularly helped on his side by your reaction, so supine to his words and his touch. The knot unties finally. It's way less violent as the other ones. It's like dipping slowly in a fuzzy, soft bath filled with pure languid pleasure.

And it feels so nice, so pleasant and profound. Your arms and legs still wrapped around his body. Your exhalings slow in his ear. When he finds the courage to move, he rolls to the side, enough to let your breath but still impossibly close. You two are wet, slippery, way too sultry, it would be uncomfortable if his heart didn't feel so good.

“Should I run you a bath?” He asks. Fingers brushing away the messy hair stuck to your face.

“I'd pass out and drown.”

He chuckles, a malicious ring to his laugh. He's enchanted to be the one who's wrecked you that bad. “You sound bitter.”

You're so tired, you can hardly open your mouth. “You ruined me, Guk. 'Was amazing.”

“Yeah, even better than anything I'd imagined.” Jungkook confesses, lips smiling softly into your shoulder.

“Wait, what- what do you mean?” The confidence he felt filled with wavers. You backed away from him. Not drastically, really, just enough to be able to look at his face, but it still stings.

“Well... I've thought about you. You- you haven't...?”

“No... I mean I might from now on but-”

He relaxes at your answer, releasing a tired grin. “When you do, you know where to find me.”

“You'd do it again?” Jungkook's insides to the tip of his fingers tingle in the most disagreeable way. You sound so shocked. Almost disturbed by the idea. “I don't know, it's weird, don't you think? We're friends.” He doesn't mean to be obvious about it. He wants to be as discreet and nonchalant about his feelings as he's always managed to be since he's realized they had changed from the purely platonic ones he used to have to the passionate romantic ones he arbours now. But it hurts so bad, after having shared what you shared, after having felt you the way he did, and been so wrong and delusional about how you've felt during your embrace. How could you have accepted his words so carelessly? The things he said, he meant them. He believed them. He believed you heard and fathomed them.

His hold faints around you. He disengages one of his arms, leaving the one stuck under you there, but rolling on his back to put some much-needed distance between you. And because you're so dumb, you pick up on it but completely misinterpret his reaction. “I mean you're my one and only best friend. You know it, Guk...” He doesn't know what to say. There's nothing to be said except if he doesn't mind fucking it all up with the words his martyr of a heart wants to scream at you.

You're dowsing off. “We can't do it again, that's just wrong. It'll fuck it all up.” One of your hand is messily going through his fringe, almost poking him in the eye. “Hair's grown so much in 3 weeks, whatthehell..?” Indeed his hair has grown. You probably didn't notice previously because he spent his time passing his hand through it, and parting it away from his forehead but his now wet strands are falling into his eyes and he doesn't bother to get them off, hoping it will hide any telling sign of his troubled soul. You're so tired anyway. And it's so dark. There's no way his heart will be opened and exposed for you to read unless he says something.

He doesn't though.

He waits, not very long, for you to give in the calls of Morphe and start snoring softly, gathering this time he really missed his chance.

a/n: OMG. I’m SORRY. So this concludes (y)our name. I would LOVE to know your thoughts. Tell me everything. Scream at me if you want, I don’t mind, I probably deserve it haha. I really hope you enjoyed and I want to thank you immensely for reading, liking, commenting, and reblogging. Y’all have been so sweet, and there’s a whole bunch of new yous here, that really warms my heart so ty ty ty, ily ily ily.

tag list: @lovelyjkook @somewhereinthestarss @whisheria @ghostin-manoban @oofjungoo @jikooxk @annoyingpessimist @darksiidee @yeontanie21 @vari8tions @moansofluke @perhapsstory @emilypkuzu @unhxlyim @aretha170​ @the-suns-daughter​ @bts-fan-obsessed @batakookie @jung00jeon                

> previous

[helloapersonblr]

in football mid north coast premier league

0 in football mid north coast premier league W. From milk, frozen meals, and produce to housewares, the selection makes it difficult to keep impulse spending to a minimum especially when everything costs no more than 99 cents. And Comis, B. Was just kind of frozen, Prefontaine said. A good time to do a search for weapons, drugs, cellphones any type of contraband, she said. Comme c'est au poids, tout est possible. Photo: Moriah VanVleetSet the bowl over the pot of simmering water, and whisk constantly, letting the sliced cranberries smash. Better compartments with better expansion. Lahainaluna led the second 17 13 before Kamehameha Maui caught up at 19 19. No mountain view, but lots of neighborhoods I enjoy going through. Garson co founded Badger Trips LLC, a company created to provide transportation and hotel accommodations to away UW Madison football games.. However, he does not dispute that a traffic signal warrant study found that a signal at this intersection is not warranted.. [ troisi action est identifi par Patrick : accorder r chaque collaborateur, un entretien en face afin de donner de son temps, d ou de renforcer une relation privil de confiance. We decided that we needed to address them directly before the theatre piece. At the very least, consumers will be able to decide for themselves which media entities (ESPN, FS1, NCBSN, etc.) they're willing to pay for. WILL COUNTY, Ill. "As a young girl it was so inspirational to see someone British who could win. Of whether Trudeau or any of his aides did anything illegal in pressuring Wilson Raybould, then the attorney general, to head off coach outlet clearance a criminal prosecution of SNC Lavalin, his behaviour was unacceptable, they agreed.. Color: Midnight Black. I can see that hiring managers often make the decision of whether or not this is a person they want to hire in the first 4.3 minutes or whatever. A late brace from Peter Glynn could not save Saints from a one point round two defeat.. The Geelong Regional Wetlands Project is an initiative between the City of Greater Geelong and the. The start of one of the most thrilling Tests of modern times. Coincidentally, Ormerod and Anna Gasser had planned exactly the same tricks a backside 720 and cab 540. The Braverman family was filled with misfits, the popular crowd, overachievers, underachievers, and an onslaught of miscellaneous individuals. So if the dough sits too long in a cold room, the yeast will eventually die. The maximum size for the carry on luggage is 21 inches by nine inches by 15 inches (53.3 by 22.8 by 38.1 centimetres) about the same as the larger of two carry ons allowed under the previous standards. Called back into the locker room to speak with reporters, Campbell blamed himself for the loss in Toronto and Saturday's 5 1 loss in Ottawa. Send no money, but "tell others of this offer Address MRS. My bag reappeared reappeared. Johnson putter let him down at Chambers Bay, but he bounced back with the flat stick early at the British Open.Fifty nine putts through two rounds is usually not something to write home about, but that has him T19 in the field in fewest putts per round. Eight events, eight medals: Taylor Ruck caps off dominant Commonwealth GamesElaine Tanner, swimming Mighty Mouse, revels in Taylor Ruck Commonwealth swimming coach outlet online successRuck first year at Stanford will focus on general studies, but she is interested in the sciences, maybe biology, with an eye on a medical career. Dodgy box I reckon or is it new paper? Things may never be the same again!!!! Responding on social media, said: "Yikes sorry Darren! Yorkshire Gold has switched to biodegradable bags, replacing the oil based plastic that used to seal them.One Twitter user joked that the problem was causing "much moodiness in the morning", while another said: "I've been drinking your tea the last month or so (having been a Tetley drinker all my life) and I really enjoy the taste what I don't enjoy is the number of split teabags that I'm getting. However, the validity and reliability of the questionnaire could not be verified due to the small sample size. Je lui ai propos de le dposer prs d'un restaurant routier o, je pense, il pouvait trouver plus facilement quelqu'un qui l'emmnerait un peu plus loin. The data identify two specific practices for which uptake is relatively low, but which some UK farmers find appealing and would consider adopting. I am greatly disappointed in my recent realizations of Indurain's moral career, but it doesn't necessarily place him near the top of a hate list. For the shy, I recommend Hidden Pleasures. It also seems that highly geared firms do not on average have better quality of risk disclosures, with the exception of British Airways whose quality of risk disclosures has been classified as being very good. If you can already guess, there are a lot of benefits to dating a more woman.. This brings the number of child deaths this flu season to at least 53.. Colouring books crayons. The first suspect in the assault is described as 25 35 years old, standing six feet one inches tall, with a medium build, dark brown hair in corn rows and a light detailed beard. But there could be large regional variations. Reach out for help. Part of the rationale for allowing salmonella is that people don't eat chicken medium rare, said Timothy Lytton, a Georgia State University law professor.

[ibroughtthisonmyselfpixels]

Episode 12 Replies

Primarily from the Discord Group this time

@tosimornottosim​ replied to your photoset “Lorelei: “Good morning, Lyr– um… is that a slice of pear pie?”...”

LYRA'S MY BEST FRIEND, LISA

Lyra: I'm so happy I have you as my best friend, and I love Felicity / Percy / Lilith / Cornelia so much.

@cafesimming​​ replied to your photoset “Ginerva: “Woo hoo! Spaghetti! Finally, something with a little kick to...”

"blushes - not that you can tell" oh my GOD

let’s face it when you’ve perpetually got Simple Life Blush 2 or 6 or 8 or 9 on it’s really not easy to tell the difference between a flat expression and genuine embarrassment, especially when you have trouble telling expressions anyway

@jackssims​ replied to your photoset “Lyra: “I’m gonna… be in the hospital the next few days, starting this...”

It's okay Felicity congratulations are in order here

Felicity: y-yeah but it just sounds forced comi- coming - coming out of my mouth... you say it when you get A+ exam results, not when you d-do something that, that most trans people want to do anyway to s...survive?

tosimornottosim replied to the same:

IVE KNOWN ABOUT THIS FOREVER BUT IM SO PROUD

LYRA DID NOTHING WRONG

tosimornottosim replied to your photoset “Lyra: “Like I said though, this does mean I’m gonna be outta...”

I BELIEVE IN YOU LOR

LORELEI DID NOTHING WRONG

cafesimming replied to your photoset “Ginerva: “Crystal, crystal, in the ball: show me my future with Lorelei, y’all.”

CRYSTAL CRYSTAL IN THE BALL SHOW ME MY FUTURE WITH LORELEI Y A L L

c҉r̀y̸st̛a̧l̶ çry̶s̢t͜al ̶i͟n th̵e̵ b͏all̀ s͎̠̼̭̥̞̖h̯̟̱o̺w̳͘ ̖ḿ͉̤̬̯͍̣e͍͈̪̻̭ ̰̗̲̩m̛̥̟y̜̘̣͎͈͈͍ ͇̤͠f҉̜̻̗u̦̩͓̘͔ṭ̷u͇̙̝̗̗̼r̦̪̤͟e ̪̬̬̹ẉ̯̭̣̣̠i̝̣̟t̜̩̰̝̤ͅh ̩̠͝L̹̭͚̬̞̩o̭͉̜̭͉r҉̗̣̭̻̗̗̭e̠l̢̙̙e̦̲̜̪i̱̥̻̯̭̬̹͝... 

@sevenleafsimblr​ replied to your photoset “Lorelei: “Nnnnn… what does it- do you think it means? Do you, do you...”

geez ginerva thats ominous

tosimornottosim replied to the same:

that's creepy as fuck

y̖ͤ̊͆̓͐̓̏'͍͋̚a̹̺̺̙͒ͩ̇l͍̬̞̟͈̺ͧ̄͂ͣl͚̪̹͛͒̕

jackssims replied to your photoset “Lyra: “I’m gonna guess that’s not one of those ‘bad ways of telling...”

Yikes

Vid: I didn’t know Felicity saw a Hawthorne

I think he meant was a Hawthorne but honestly that could apply either way

I should also note that cafesimming left a like spree and stopped for a few hours just at the point where Lavandar told her fortune, which made me think that it was so ominous that they had to check their house for cocoons

tosimornottosim replied to your photoset “Lyra: “But seriously… thank you. Not just Percy - all of you.”...”

Lethe: *sees Lyra leaving* it's free real estate

ASDLJGKLADLJKJSDG

tosimornottosim replied to your photoset “Percy: “Lyra… shit. You’ve really caught me out on this one. I’ve been...”

Amid: Rude, lass

I’m sorry, but bubblegum pop just isn’t Lyra’s kind of music! ...I don’t know what kind of music she likes, but I know bubblegum pop ain’t it

sevenleafsimblr replied to your photoset “Ginerva: “Hey, Lyra. ‘fore you go, can I ask you something? It’s about...”

ginerva.............

tosimornottosim replied to the same: 

eyeballs emoji

Does anyone know if Rosey is still at camp, by the way? We haven’t heard from them for weeks. Or certainly I haven’t.

cafesimming replied to your photoset “Lorelei: “Do you… have everything? I know you said you did before, but...”

im so excited for lyra but i am also Worried abt angsty possibilities here but then i always assume the worst so

As I said last time this came up, I have absolutely no intentions of ruining Lyra’s surgery or making things bad for her wrt the transition. Probably the worst that will happen is she pushes herself to recover too fast to get back as soon as possible, but I don’t know what would set that off aside from... well, we’ll see. After all, no angst about Lyra being gone doesn’t preclude the possibility of Lethe still being active, as Vid so memetically pointed out...

sevenleafsimblr replied to your photoset “Lorelei: *sniffles*  Lyra: “Oh, Lorelei. C’mere.”  Lorelei: *falls...”

😭😭😭😭😭

Lorelei and Lyra are Goals TBH, in their friendship if not so much in their mood

cafesimming replied to your photoset “*honk* *hoooonk* Lyra: “Well… that’d be my taxi. I’d better-”...”

what a sweetheart

See? Goals. They would do anything for each other, no matter what selfish dreams try to say about it

Which reminds me: you guys have already seen Lyra’s parents, so I should probably show you the Kesslers at some point too. Who would like to see that?

tosimornottosim replied to your photoset “Lyra: “Well… this is it. No turning back now, even if I wanted to. ...”

GOOD LUCK LYRA! Stay safe! Eat soup! Anesthesia is a son of a bitch to come out of for the whole next day, soup is good to eat when your stomach is in revolt. Sleep it off! Take care of yourself! We all love you!

<3