#sorry idk how long this has been unanswered...

[yuanology]

i love you and your writing so much :)

thank you so much, anon! i'm glad you enjoy my works <3

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semaine de la mode

idk if you'd do this, but can i request jason grace x praetor!daughter of bacchus to lacy?

reader and jason have been friends for as long as they could remember (aka since they were five years old) and she's got this biggest crush on him, but no one knows about it, even jason.

skip to when he vanishes, she looks for him day and night, like she vowed not to stop looking for him.

and then, he comes back with piper as his gf

basically “you've got the one thing that i want,” is reader kinda telling piper? idk if that makes sense.

long story short, reader decides to join the hunters of diana/artemis bcs she can't handle the heartbreak anymore. but, piper had already broken up with jason bcs she knows bro is in love with reader, he just forgot about it (aphrodite kid skillz)

pls make it a happy ending 😭

⋆·˚ ༘ * lacy

warnings: angst with resolved ending pairing: jason grace x praetor! daughter of bacchus a/n: this really isn’t my best work I’m sorry 😭

you would have to disagree when people said childhood crushes never last because in your case you feel it may never end. your undying love for the son of jupiter started when you were five the moment your eyes settled on him, his blond hair and electric blue eyes captivating. for as far back as your crush you had been best friends, always. did you not give enough signs? or was jason grace an oblivious idiot?

oh how you wish he would know. nobody knew. you were left to suffer silently with your feelings. praetor duties had to come first, if you were to confess your feelings and be rejected it would make your life at camp more difficult than it already was, you’d have to suppress your love for the rest of your life. both you and jason being praetors would have made things worse, you would see him all the time! you couldn’t live with the awkwardness of that

one day you awoke to find that your very crush had gone missing, no trace of anything left behind. the first day was a shock. missing? you knew jason, which is why you knew exactly that he would leave like this. the second day you began an investigation, collecting information from his peers. where did you see him last? what was his demeanor? did he have a reason? was he forced?

you were left with many unanswered questions meaning you had to work yourself. day and night you searched every inch of camp jupiter, twice a day until you suspected he wasn’t at camp anymore. you then took it upon yourself to check the nearby premises of camp, checking lakes, forests, streets, anything you could find. even if your friends at camp insisted you take a break, sleep, eat, anything deemed healthy you refuses to give up looking, you couldn’t do anything until you knew jason was safe

“y/n I am begging you please sleep you’re going to kill your self” reyna sprawls along your bed, asking you for the millionth time to take a break

you learn back against the headboard of your bed. “I couldn’t sleep even if I wanted to”

“eat something at least”

“I’m not hungry”

reyna sits up to face you. “you’ve got to be, you haven’t eaten in weeks”

you shrug and reyna sighs, standing up. “I’m going to get you something to eat and I’m going to stay here until you finish it”

you watch as the praetor leaves, only hoping she won’t keep her words

ੈ✩‧₊˚

a week later you receive the greatest of news that jason had returned to camp and almost ecstatic you rush to the crowd, only to find him looped arms with another girl- a beautiful girl you would have to assume she was one of venus’ children. your heart breaks into tiny pieces when you realize you spent all your time searching for a boy who found love in another girl

does she know she has the one thing you’ve always wanted? probably not

you leave to your cabin, yet again being left with your relentless thoughts. did he forget about you? about how you were best friends? did he purposely get a girlfriend? of course he liked her she was probably more put together than you ever were- silly daughter of bacchus nobody would want to date you. rambunctious, filled with energy, jason had every right not to chose you

later that night you received a knock on your door. and of course it was just as you were falling to sleep for the first time in forever. sleepily you answer it, facing the very boy occupying your thoughts. should you hug him or should you slam the door in his face?

“hey” you mutter, almost awkwardly.

“can I come in?”

no.

“yeah, sure”

you lead jason to your bed, both taking seats. the silence you once thought comforting you wish wasn’t there

you play with the edges of your blanket. “why did you leave?”

“it wasn’t by choice. I got all my memories wiped”

“then what?”

jason sighs. “I woke up on a bus. piper was there. so was leo. I didn’t understand anything, I’ve never met them in my life but they claimed to know me so I assumed I did. over time my memory started coming back slowly, I started remembering you, my best friend. I couldn’t wait to come back to see you”

you discard you blanket and bring your legs up to your chest, resting your head on your knees. “she’s your girlfriend? a daughter of venus perhaps?”

“aphrodite”

“she’s pretty. I’m happy for you”

jason stays silent for a moment, you assume trying to think of the right words because what the hell are you supposed to say to someone after being gone for weeks?

“I missed you y’know?”

you feel tears threaten to escape your eyes, thankful for the darkness of the cabin.

“I missed you too” you whisper

“do you want me to stay over tonight? like old times?”

“I don’t think your girlfriend would like you laying with another girl”

jason nods, respecting your wishes. “will I see you tomorrow?”

“I’ll be busy”

oh how you hated lying to him. disappointment fills his senses, you can almost feel it radiating off him. jason takes this as a hint and leaves, allowing you be alone

the sleep you were about to get was replaced by tear filled eyes, staining your pillow

ੈ✩‧₊˚

was love worth the tears? was a boy worth the tears? it couldn’t have been. a big decision awaits you as the hunting goddess stands before you

“are you sure this is what you want?” asks diana

you nod. “I think, yes”

diana sighs. “as much as I hate love I don’t think you should join just because of one boy. Immortality is a serious decision, not something you’d do over a silly situation. I will come back in a few days and ask you the same question, I want you to think about this thoroughly”

you obey her words. was this too soon? you visit the lake, skipping rocks on the water. one, two, three, four, five, six… it falls down into the water

“I didn’t know you were a professional rock skipper” a voice says behind you, a voice you know all too well

you turn around to face jason grace. “what are you doing here?”

jason walks towards you, picking up a rock and skipping it, not making it nearly as far as yours

“I wanted to talk to you”

“about what?”

“you- uhm, me. us?” he sighs before continuing, “last night, our talk… it made me realize something. well actually piper made me realize it. I always thought of us as best friends, our friendship was always something special to me but I thought it was just because we were friends. but when you said I couldn’t stay over at your cabin it made me think maybe we were always closer than I thought. after I left I was talking to piper about you, and you know her being a daughter of aphrodite she seems to know about this love stuff. she told me she felt that I liked you and I told her about how close we were and about how we’ve always been friends. she made me realize that we’ve never been just friends”

“what are you trying to say?”

“I’m trying to say that I like you and I’ve been too stupid to realize it”

“you’re not stupid, jason”

“I am. I’m really stupid and I feel awful that I never acknowledged your feelings and let you think I just thought of us as friends all this time”

“are you sure? you’re not just saying this to make me feel better?”

“of course not, y/n/n. if you still like me and you don’t think I’m a complete idiot I would love to be your boyfriend”

you might’ve shed a tear or two. pure relief floods through you. happy tears flow from your eyes and jason pulls you into his chest, allowing you to let your tears out. he runs his hand up and down your back in a comforting notion until you calmed down

you lift your head up to look at him for the first time since he’s got back, making you realize how much you truly missed him

“I still think you’re an idiot” you mumble

“I’m fine with that, I deserve it”

you laugh. “jason?”

“yeah?”

“I’d love for you to be my boyfriend too”

jason smiles. the same one he’s always reserved for just you. “would it be okay if I kissed you?”

with the close proximity you were in any other boy would’ve went for it regardless of what you wanted. but you knew jason grace. he was the same boy that always made sure your comfort and needs came before his

“of course”

without another thought he leans in to capture your lips. for the first time, and hopefully never the last

[ayyy-pee]

Chapter 9 - Powerslide

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Previous Chapter - Masterlist

Pairing: Suguru Geto x Female Reader, Choso Kamo x Female Reader

Summary: It's reader's turn to have an eye opening heart to heart with NanaGo.

Warning: Profanity because it's me, duh, mentions of emotional manipulation, reader finally making a choice!!!!, idk what else I can't remember what I even wrote

Suguru Art: YuOekk

Choso Art: @DmD_0_03

The annoying sensation of your phone ringing beneath your pillow pulls you from your dreamless sleep. With a groan, you silence it, ignoring whoever is reaching out to you this early in the morning. You know it’s not who you want it to be – your boss – because you’ve been placed on a temporary suspension until the investigation into the violence that took place on set has been completed.

It’s been a little over a week since the shitshow that was your photoshoot and you’ve spent your days wallowing in your bedroom since your followup meeting with Yaga. Just thinking about how it went down makes you shiver. You’re grateful for the dreamless sleep you’ve been having the last week or so. You fear you’d hear his deep, gravelly voice yelling expletives until your dying breath. 

In all honesty, you were surprised you’d even left with a suspension. If anything, you thought you would be leaving to make an appointment in the unemployment line. A suspension pending investigation gave you a sliver of hope that you may have a career to come back to. 

Your phone vibrates on your bed for what feels like the fiftieth time this morning. And just like the last morning and the morning before that, you ignore it, turning over in bed as you pull the blankets over your head. It dawns on you that you may feel better if you actually left your apartment, but any time you muster the courage to crawl out of bed, vivid images of the disaster on set run through your mind and you slink back beneath the sheets.

But you can’t hide away forever, you know that.

Again, your phone vibrates on your bed. With a groan, you finally pick it up. There are several unanswered texts from both Choso and Suguru, who you really don’t want to talk to. There are multiple missed calls from Suguru and one missed call and a voicemail from Choso. You don’t bother to listen. There are texts from Satoru checking to see how you’re doing and a friend request to your social media from Momo? But it’s the text at the top of your screen that really draws your attention.

It’s Nanami Kento.

He never texts. Sure, he’s been with your longtime friend, Satoru, for as long as you can remember, and you’d consider him a friend as well, but you never text each other.

You swipe your phone, unlocking the screen and tapping the message, your name the first thing you see at the beginning of his paragraph. You don’t even giggle at the goofy nickname Satoru saved his number as when you feel the serious tone of his text. 

Nanami Gojo’s Love Bun: Hello, 

Sorry to text you out of the blue like this. Let me preface this by saying I hope you’re doing alright. I’ll get to the point here.

Satoru had Suguru over for dinner last weekend and he filled us in on what took place at your photoshoot. Firstly, I hope you did not let those horribly misogynistic and frankly vile words Zenin said get to you. I don’t imagine you would.

Secondly, I don’t usually take it upon myself to involve myself in the matters of others unless asked, but I’d like to have you over for dinner tonight if you’re able to make it and discuss where your head is. I’m sure you’re aware of Suguru’s ability to over exaggerate and make statements leaning in his favor. 

Satoru is worried for both of you. He does not want to interfere, but I can’t sit idly and watch him worry himself to death. I think it would be a good idea to have you over if not to simply keep you company while you’re going through this.

If you can make it tonight at 7pm, we will have a plate ready for you. If not, just let me know.

- Kento

The gesture is nice, you can acknowledge that. And as much as you don’t want to move from this very comfortable spot on your bed, you think it’ll be a good idea to get out of the house for once. A night with friends, no guys vying for your attention, no pressure to choose someone, just…fun. You deserve that at least.

You: Hi Nanami. Thank you so much for the offer. I’ll see you all tonight.

He texts back within a few minutes.

Nanami Gojo’s Love Bun: Wonderful. See you tonight.

- - - - - -

The door to Nanami and Gojo’s apartment swings open, Satoru’s eyes literally beaming under the hallway lights. His brows draw together in confusion, head tilted to the side as he peers down at you. It may also be because you look like a tired sack of shit after all this time wallowing in your bedroom. But Satoru, the great friend he is, doesn’t comment on it.

“Hey? What are you doing here?” He steps aside, leaving room for you to come in. You move past him, already seeing Nanami setting their small, round dining table.

“Nanami invited me for dinner,” you explain, your answer being met with an “ah” from Satoru as he moves around you, motioning for you to take a seat at the table while he heads into the kitchen to grab a bottle of wine and two glasses for you and Nanami.

“Hello,” Nanami greets you as he plates the goddamn gourmet meal he made tonight. Any time you’ve been to Nanami and Satoru’s place, he’s always in the kitchen making something. Their house always smells like a damn Michelin restaurant

“Hey Nanami,” you return his greeting, as you sit down. Nanami and Satoru take a seat next to each other on the other side and Satoru pops open the bottle, pouring the wine into both your glass and Nanami’s. As usual, Satoru sticks to whatever sweet juice he’s in the mood for.

“This looks so good, Ken,” Satoru grins, leaning to the side to rest his head on Nanami’s shoulder. Nanami doesn’t acknowledge the compliment, but you can see the pink lightly dusting his cheeks. Nanami is the first to raise his utensils, never wanting to waste a moment to eat. As long as you’ve known Nanami and Satoru, dinner at their place has always been a quick experience. The moment the food hits the table, Nanami is all in, ready to judge his own cooking. It’s actually funny to watch his eyes close and his brows knit together on first bite as he assesses his creation. You and Satoru watch him with hardly concealed amusement. Satoru glances at you and grins, shaking his head. He looks back at his partner next to him, eyes sparkling. It makes you smile even harder. 

“Good,” Nanami voices to himself as he loses the concentrating look on his face. Satoru shakes his head again, picking up his own utensils to begin eating and you follow suit. There’s a lull in conversation for a bit and then Satoru finally asks what you know he’s been dying to get into. 

“Sooooo…what’s been up with you the last few months?” He nibbles at the food on his fork.

You shrug. “Didn’t Suguru tell you?”

Satoru rolls his eyes. “Yeah, but you know him. He likes to…embellish.”

You nod, chuckling because it’s so fucking true. Suguru turns everything into the damn Suguru show when he feels like he’s the victim, which you’re beginning to realize is almost always as of late.

“Yeah, you’re right about that.” So you fill them in on what’s been happening between you and Suguru over the last few months, your version. “He’s been trying to change. Trying to be better.”

“How so?” Nanami questions, leaning back in his seat and taking a sip of his wine.

“I mean, he’s been doing sweet gestures like sending me flowers and breakfast. He texts me or calls me telling me he misses me. Things he didn’t do before.”

Satoru rolls his eyes, chuckling and you feel your irritation build.

“What?”

“That’s like the bare minimum.” He sighs. “After all this time, he suddenly wants to call you for something besides sex? Send you little gifts? I mean, come on.”

You feel your cheeks warm under Satoru’s scrutiny, because you know he’s right. And you can admit that you may have looked the other way about that fact because you were simply happy he was finally doing it. It’s embarrassing how desperate you were for Suguru to make the most minimal effort that you didn’t see how little he was actually doing.

“I mean…it’s more than he used to do,” you try to defend Suguru because…you don’t even know why.

“He’s love bombing you.” Satoru continues. His bright gaze holds yours and he sees the confusion loud and clear behind your eyes.

“Love…bombing?”

Nanami speaks up this time. “He’s trying to manipulate you into sticking around by giving you the attention and affection you’ve been asking of him for the duration of your…whatever it is.”

Love bombing…Manipulating you? Is that what’s been happening this whole time with Suguru? Suguru had always been straight up with you about his intentions, and while you weren’t particularly okay with it, you had agreed. Once you started seeing Choso too, he said he was fine with it, even said he wanted to be with you and he’d prove it. How was he manipulating you?

Somewhere in the back of your mind, there’s a very small voice screaming that you’re a fucking idiot.

As if he could see the wheels turning, Nanami interrupts your thoughts when he calls your name.

“Think about it. Satoru and I know about your situation with Suguru. We’ve also known Suguru for a long time, long before you knew him, and well…” he pauses, pursing his lips as if thinking carefully about what he says next. “Can you think of anything that’s happened that would trigger Suguru to suddenly want to be an upstanding partner for you?”

You sigh because you know where he’s going with this. Because the answer is obvious. 

“If I can be candid…” he asks.

You nod your approval. “Yes, of course.”

“It’s the new factor he didn’t account for in your life,” he states factually. And he’s absolutely right.

“I mean, he didn’t start acting like this, didn’t start wanting to change until I started seeing Choso, too.”

Satoru and Nanami nod in unison.

“Suguru doesn’t…share well,” Satoru mutters. “Doesn’t like other people trying to take what’s his.”

“I’m not his,” you affirm, almost defensively. “He’s told me that plenty of times.”

“Yeah, but that was before he saw you making eyes at Choso at the skatepark,” Satoru says. “You know he broke his skateboard when he saw Choso kiss you at the park?”

You want to laugh, but not because it’s funny. You want to laugh because everything is starting to dawn on you now; your entire situation with Suguru, how maybe you’ve been letting him act how he has because while he’s not really committing to anything, he’s giving you just enough to keep you attached. He’s been love bombing you, as Satoru said.

“He told me, yeah…on the date he took me on.”

Nanami and Satoru share a look and Satoru sighs.

“And Choso? How does he feel about all of this with Suguru?” Satoru asks.

Choso…

“He’s…” Your mind thinks back to your last real interaction with Choso, the sadness in his eyes when he confronted you about Suguru.

It’s always going to be him, isn’t it?

“He was okay with it at first, that I was still seeing Suguru and getting to know him at the same time. Somewhere along the way, that changed.”

“As expected,” Satoru chimes in. “I don’t know Choso at all, but with how interested he’s always seemed to be in you, he never struck me as a casual relationship type.”

“No…” You think about all the time you’ve spent with Choso and how understanding he’s always been with you, how he told you he’d wait for you to, how he’s always only ever been committed to you, even when traveling for competition. All the effort that he’s put into getting to know you, show you he cares for you. He’s never made you doubt his intentions, never made you nervous about where you stood with him.

And yet, you made him feel that way.

You treated Choso the way Suguru treats you, thinking he’d just always be there.

You rub your hands over your face, the feel of tears prickling at your waterline.

“I’m a fucking idiot,” you whisper, trying to hold back the sob. “I’m so stupid.”

Nanami shakes his head, reaching across the table to grab hold of your wrist. He pulls one of your hands away from your face so you can see him clearly. 

“You’re not stupid. Anyone could be in your situation. Are you maybe a little selfish for wanting to make Suguru change for you and hold onto Choso as well?”

“Yep! For dragging Choso along…” Satoru announces. “But honestly? So is Suguru for how he’s dragged you along all this time and made you feel like he was going to suddenly become this better person.”

“I’ve just wanted this side of Suguru for so long. It was nice to finally get it, but I just feel stupid for how long it took me to see that it’s always been this, that even with the promises he’s made, he’ll always be Suguru…And I feel like an asshole for how I’ve been treating Choso…He’s always been good to me.” You sniffle softly, wiping at your eyes. “Always. Without me asking.”

“You can always make that right,” Nanami notes as Satoru leans over, laying his head on Nanami’s shoulder.

You’ve been watching them throughout dinner, throughout this conversation. It’s their little touches throughout that you notice, their glances at each other, the way they share pieces of food with each other without the other asking, their unspoken language. There’s so much love between them in the smallest things they do. Pure, genuine love. 

You imagine what it would be like to have an actually healthy, functioning relationship. To be with someone who wants you and only you, and won’t ever hold back from proving it to you. You want that, you really do.You could have that. You could have all of that if you stopped fucking around and just made a choice. And made the right one.

- - - - - -

You leave Nanami and Satoru’s apartment shortly after dinner, thanking them for stepping in and opening your eyes. Your mind reels as you mull over everything you discussed. Everything is piecing itself together for you; being strung along by Suguru for all this time, your excitement when he finally decided he wanted to change, even through your apprehensiveness you had hope.

You may have enjoyed the attention Suguru was giving you, even if it was annoying most times. It was him finally doing what you had been asking for all this time.

And then there was Choso, who had been nothing but patient until just recently. It dawns on you that between you two, he saw Suguru for who he was. It seems he always had and even then he waited for you to come to your senses. That is, until he couldn’t anymore. He made his feelings clear at the photoshoot. Choso had never outright shown his jealousy or disdain of your feelings for Suguru – did you even have real feelings for Suguru anymore? You hardly saw him. You spent most of your time with Choso anyway. 

What were you even hoping to get from Suguru if he actually had changed? A real relationship? Commitment to only you? A relationship with both him and Choso?

What the fuck have you actually been doing all this time? With both of them?

Your phone rings in your pocket and you fish it out, your boss's name popping up on the screen and you answer.

“Mr. Yaga…hello.”

He gets straight to the point. “We’ve closed the photoshoot investigation. Let me start by saying this…what you do with your free time and who you do it with is a non-factor here. These skaters are not under contract with us. The issue here was the violence that took place.”

You nod along as he speaks. “Yes, I understand.”

“Now, that being said, Mr. Zenin has taken full responsibility for his actions and has apologized…” he pauses for a moment, clearing his throat. “This is all coming from his agent, so, do with that what you will. Anyway, you can thank Mr. Kamo for coming in and giving a written statement. We were able to take that into account and present it to Mr. Zenin, so given that Mr. Zenin escalated the situation, you’ll be able to return to work.”

There’s another long pause from Yaga and you almost think he’s hung up until his deep voice rings through the phone again. “Off the record…Take the next week off, gather your thoughts, get your shit together please because we cannot afford another instance of your personal life leaking into your professional one.”

“Of course, sir. Thank you, sir. Thank you.” You end the call. You feel like you can’t breathe, your heart leaping into your throat. You have a job. You still have a job! And it’s all thanks to Choso. 

You swipe your phone, selecting the voicemail Choso left you a couple days ago. Your heart is pounding so hard, adrenaline still rushing after your conversation with Nanami as Choso’s voice rings clear through the speaker.

“Hey. I…um,” he clears his throat, his voice tense with nerves. “I know you probably don’t want to speak to me and honestly? That’s valid. I understand. I acted out of character and embarrassed you on what should have been your day. I’m so, so sorry. I can’t begin to express that enough. I spoke with your boss…Yaga? Nice guy…um…” He’s rambling and you’re standing in Nanami and Satoru’s hallway grinning like an idiot as you listen. “Anyway, I took full responsibility for instigating the fight. I told Yaga that our personal…whatever we have doesn’t impact your work in the slightest.” He pauses. “And neither does your…whatever you have with Suguru. He agreed.” You bite down softly on your bottom lip. “I told him that if Naoya pursues anything legally, I’ll take responsibility but Yaga doubts he will. Thinks that little worm wouldn’t be stupid enough to make himself look even worse than what the article published after they pulled him from the lineup.”

What?

They pulled Naoya? Yaga didn’t mention that.

“When you get a chance, if you want to, will you please call me back? I’d really like the chance to sit down and just…talk to you…bye.”

You listen to Choso’s voicemail two, three, maybe four more times before you finally leave Nanami and Satoru’s apartment building. You know exactly where you’re going next.

- - - - - -

Your fists lightly tap the door to the apartment ahead of you. Your hands are trembling and you’re pretty sure your anxiety is dripping from your pores. When the day started, you hadn't imagined that you’d end up here. You started the day sad, confused, angry. And you’ve ended it with clarity. Even if it took you weeks to get here, you got here. 

It only takes a minute before the door opens, dark eyes meeting yours, framed by the raven strands hanging loosely around them.

“Hey, I’m glad you came,” he says, voice making your heart…do nothing. Interesting…He steps aside so you can come in.

“Hey, Suguru.” You shake your head when he gestures for you to come inside again. “That’s okay. This won’t take long.”

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[midnightfire830]

I just saw your post for the band Au, and I so love your designs for them! Especially for Boris. Questions for today, what are some of the questers favorite music genres? Do they have any competition with other bands? Will some familiar faces be joining this Au? Are any of the band members interest in a relationship? And who is Bendy and Boris caretaker? Last one can be unanswered

Hi! I’m so glad you enjoy their designs! I’ve been working on that drawing for so freaking long lol.

Their favorite music genres would be mostly punk rock or just in general rock.

Bendy and Boris preferring some of the older rock music dating back to Elvis Presley to current. They appreciates some of the grunge from the 90s too. Bendy also listens to a lot of more modern techno and pop music. Especially ones that are strong with the more computer created sound effects, heavy beat drops, and bass. I’m not sure how to describe it but songs that aren’t only instruments but also includes computer created sound effects, that sort of thing.

Cuphead listens to a wide variety of music depending on his mood. He listens to general rock genres but he also appreciates songs about things he relates to on a personal level. It doesn’t always matter the vibe, but if the lyrics strike a chord with him he’ll add it to his listen playlist (this is also in my Cyberpunk AU lol, Cup just has the same music taste throughout my AUs) He also loves indie and alternative rock.

Mugman seems like the kind of guy to listen to musicals. He’s a romantic, so of course he’d listen to a lot of Hamilton, Justin Paul and Benj Pasek; Andrew Lloyd Webber, and Disney songs. And I guess in general any songs about love, romance, and that have a good vibe.

No competition so far that I can think of. Idk… maybe the butcher gang??!?!? I dunno!?!? There’s not a whole lot of groups that aren’t taken in IM that I can turn into a band.

You will see a lot of faces! The Circus gang, Black Hat, Felix, the girls, Fanny, Sarah, etc etc…

Bendy, Mugman, and Cuphead are all in relationships tho they usually keep it on the down-low. Boris is Aro/ace. I think you guys can kinda guess who is shipped with who… tho bendy keeps his relationship secret from the public.

And Bendy and Boris’ Caretaker?

WHO’S THAT PARENTAL FIGURE???? IT’S GRANNYYYYYY!!!!!!!!! XDDDDDD

I’m sorry I had to…

Revealing Granny as a Pokémon?? 100% worth it…

Thanks for the ask!!!!!!!

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dainsleif quest

the lore drops. fucking impeccable. but also i feel edged the fuck on. like we learned a liiiiiiiitle but also get 10 thousand unanswered questions as well

that's pretty standard for dainsleif quests though ig

the quest itself. can we even call that a quest it was so anticlimatic ajkdfladjsf like just content-wise i think that genuinely might have been our worst dainsleif quest the lore was CARRYING this shit and all we got was more questions and it felt SO short

as an aside its also criminal how long apart these quests are bc i honestly already kinda forgot what happened in the previous one (caribert) and i had to like. really use my brain to remember the lore we got then

DAINSLEIF BROTHER????????????

just in general like. my mind was exploding when we were talking about the five sinners of khaenri'ah. i want to learn more about them so bad

"i'll tell you all you want to know" YOU'RE NOT TELLING US ENOUGH DAINSLEIF ELABORATE

WE DESERVED A PROPER DAINSLEIF VS ABYSS TWIN ANIMATED FIGHT CUTSCENE. HOW DARE YOU JUST FADE TO BLACK ARE YOU KIDDINGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG

ngl when we first saw caribert i actually thought this might be dainsleif's brother and i was like NOOOOOOOOOO THEY CAN'T NPC DAIN'S BRO

i just KNOWWW his brother is gonna be so sexy whenever they reveal him. sorry i had to say it. anyways.

caribert man... his whole deal honestly felt like a sidequest within the quest but that was sad :(

not to be a #scarastan but i was just thinking so hard about the parallels between caribert and scara, implanting vs removing oneself from the memories of the world. both doing it to bring comfort to others, even if futile. i'm not smart enough to expand on this but i'm sure yall know what i mean

anyways okay. so the loom of fate can weave ley lines, that name makes sense now. now can literally anybody please explain what the fuck yall want to do with it

honestly the twin reunion scene felt kinda. idk. flat? like i was more hyped about the abyss twin vs dainsleif part kadjlsflds (speaking of which the way dain clenched his fist lmaooooooo i was just thinking of that one arthur meme)

i do love the detail that the twins call each other by their canon names though

was kind of 🙄 when we got hit with the "yeah btw you won't remember any of this once we're out of here." okay plot convenience

actually is it even plot convenience? like literally what harm would there have been of the traveler remembering???? what are they gonna do???? the only actionable thing of substance we learned was that the loom of fate was completed which dainsleif should have figured out anyways since he got the eye taken from him????????

actually i think it was great that dainsleif got bamboozled though. dude has been carried by plot armor for too long

sea of flowers mention interesting (i have no thoughts on this just interesting esp since i'm pretty sure that's the place shown in the teyvat trailer)

so basically confirmed the heavenly principles are asleep/inactive for some reason. idr if it was explicitly mentioned before. i actually DID wonder why we didn't get some celestia nail action smiting after all the shit that happened in fontaine, a lot of people thought that was gonna happen too with the whole celestia is floating right over fontaine

and then we wake up and the quest just ends??? LET ME TALK TO DAIN HELLO

also like. why did dain want to confront the abyss twin again??? maybe it was mentioned in an earlier quest and if so i forgot but either way i don't understand wtf dain was up to by luring the abyss twin out

no literally that felt like half a quest

objectively i think that quest kinda sucked but i will forgive it solely because of the lore drops no matter how tiny they were and bc i did really like caribert's story

[questioning-aspec-culture-is]

So uhhh, I'm not sure about how I feel tbh

(also sorry in advance if this makes little to no sense especially with how it's worded)

I'm 19 almost 20 and I've only had two crushes so far (+1 "crush" I forced myself into in 5th grade), and I'm not too sure about my alloromanticism anymore (but that might be because I've been hanging out with a lot of aros as of late).

So, when my last crush asked me out on a date I just got incredibly uncomfortable and couldn't stand the idea of being in a romantic relationship. Shortly after we stopped talking and my crush disappeared shortly after (a few days to a week). In comparison with my first crush; we stopped talking and that crush lasted much longer afterwards like a few months). Tho I did want to talk to him (my second crush) for quite awhile afterwards and maybe go on a date (mostly because I felt like I was leading him on due to me obviously crushing on him for a few months at that point).

Like when I think of my future I can't see myself marrying or dating anyone. Like wtf why would you put yourself through all that hurt?

Maybe I'm just a romance repulsed allo? Or I'm just incredibly scared of getting hurt?

Idk anymore

-Al

Hi :)

this has been sat unanswered in our inbox since all the way back to august 2022 (even before mod amaranth was here, goodness me), and so firstly I want to apologise that it's taken so long to get to you, honestly i don't even have a half-decent excuse. i'm very sorry.

i'm aware that a lot can change in a year, so if you're still here and following us i hope you're okay and things are going well for you and if you're still questioning you can absolutely drop us another ask that will be answered much more quickly this time, i promise.

also if you haven't already you may want to look into lithromanticism or orchidromanticism.

[nahalism]

how do u find the balance b/w giving and receiving?

ex: wanting to do things/hang out w/ others, bringing it up/having a conversation about it, but it only happens if you continue to force and put it together. while, other people, seemingly, follow up with one another and they help to get it done. ultimately, feelings of unsurety about whether ppl actually want to hang out.

(you can answer generally too, if you'd like. i love ur thoughts. thx xoxo)

i promise idk how this has been left unanswered for so long, but i only just saw this. for whatever reason your message only appeared as another disappeared, im sorry! — ive done loads of things to try and find balance and be a balanced person and i think all have helped but none have really been successful, in the sense that i thrive when i act on impulse and impulse cant always be regulated in a way that appears to be balanced like a list or schedule might. howeverrrr, ive recently been trying doing exactly what i want and feel like doing, and that makes me feel alive, and like im doing what im meant to be doing, which is enough balance for me. so — if i want to give, it doesnt matter if i havent received, i give anyway, without resentment. and if i want to receive and not give in return i take without guilt, and feel good about it. & if i wanna dance with someone/thing and give and take, then i do. but dances feel good!! they feel easy, comfortable, theres an open line of communication even if its non verbal, so when the dancing starts to trip me up, or slow me down, or jt stops feeling good, i stop dancing and continue moving forward. still no resentment, still no guilt, just gratitude that i get to do more things that make me feel good.

i hope u know, u should never feel like your begging for recognition or reciprocity. show up, be you, let the rest come & if you have to do it alone till the world catches on, then back yourself & do it alone, but know that it will come & will be worth it when it does

sending u love 💌

[the-moon-cycle]

Hey! It’s really cool to see a system account in the Chonny Jash tag, honestly. As a system who’s recently gained Mind and then Heart, it soothed me in a weird way I didn’t expect. I know there’s other systems out there in the fandom, especially with how much the CCCC can resonate with systems from what I’ve seen, but finding where to look can be tough. Your presence is Really Really Appreciated tbh

oh my god thank you so much???? you seem rlly cool and i love seeing other systems out there too, so yeah!! nice to know that i DO, in fact, have a place in the fandom :)

idk how long this has been unanswered bc i never check my inbox since nobody ever sends me much, but yeah, thanks alot, sorry if it's been a while :)

- soul 🔱 (they/he)

[caidenjayce]

Waking thoughts (nightmare/dream?)

5/11/2023

To wake up and feel the tightening of my chest because I look at you and feel I’ve lost you in all ways but one. To have another dream where you leave goddamn it. Why did I do what I did at this point were strangers in bed. I love you but idk if you love me like I do. I feel so much distance between us. The love once in your eyes gone. Annoyed at the thought of me I open to share and I hear a sigh. Do I even have a chance to fix what I have done when you’re falling in love at your happiest I’ve seen and Fallin out of love with me? I’ve lost you so confirmed my dream. We’re friends now with a small meaning and a title. You don’t want me anymore the softest parts of me annoy you, I open up and told that’s not you. Baby it’s been me for a long time I’m just finally coming unglued. God wtf do I do? I feel like I’ve already lost you. I love you is different when you look at me like you do. Fuck man the tightness of my chest is back. Goddamnit ima lose you. How do I find the new me without you. My world for 10 years gone it seems. The look in your eye towards me faded, confirmed my dream and the way you looked at me the other day. I’ve lost you in so many ways but the title. I cant tell you this cause this too will annoy you…resentment in this is hard when there’s a blockade. Questions unanswered because you just don’t wanna hear it. My world has crashed within months and I’m so lost. Who am I without you? Confirmed dream I fucking lost you….I fear this dream will too then come true..where I don’t get you back and that wall will forever be up. You’re not you with me anymore…unhappy anxious and worried. Did I do that too? Fuck man…how can I learn to love me when I know the reason you’re not you is because of me…I’m tired this is why I escape run away because in the end it’s better that way….I bring nothing to you anymore…I’m just here beside you do you love me or do you love the things I do now? Im so fucking confused….I have a wife that I’m building a life with that’s been at a pause for way too long. Goddamn it is this true are we done for good, do you need me like I need you? Do you want me like I want you? Fuck dude…..I hate me for what I’ve done to you. God I fucking ruined you, I ruined us…I’ll be the end of it all I see it coming true dream confirmed with let’s sign the papers I’m finally done with you….fuck…..I’m sorry I did this to you.

[anightlikethis1985]

not sure if i'm a dumbass or reading too much into things. but if i'm talking to my crush about our plans for our next meet up (long distance btw) and he says maybe (even though he's told me several times prev that he wants to see me again) and then because i don't like the energy he's giving me, i tell him if he doesn't want to, let me know. and he's like he will??? like...he doesn't even hesitate. so i'm asking myself. does that mean he does want to still see me lol 1/3

but at the same time i'm annoyed at the lack of enthusiasm from him when we talk and i'm trying not to jump to conclusions bc of his type of work, he has a low social battery. and i can't tell if he's kind of being standoffish because of that or if he doesn't want to hurt my feelings. i like him a lot, but i'm hanging by a thread and have been debating for weeks whether i should end things. and i know that's a sign itself, that i've been thinking about telling him we should forget it all. 2/3

but i do like him and would hate to make a mistake and abruptly end things because i made assumptions. i just hate how much our dynamic has changed. and i'm feeling like it's for personal reasons and because we had a talk the other day about how he doesn't seem interested anymore when we talk. idk. he gains nothing from this, so idk why he would stick around, if he didn't like my company. unless i'm like great for ego stroking. 3/3

obviously i don't know a lot abt the situation but my advice would be to be super straightforward with him, tell him you feel like he is not giving you the attention/energy you need and give him a chance to explain himself. also think of some specific examples of behavior that bothers you and how that behavior could be changed. i feel like asking someone to change their behavior in general tends to be less useful than just being like "hey i need x, y, and z from you right now." but if you give him a fair chance to change his behavior and he doesn't, then you should break it off. you deserve a relationship with someone who pays lots of attention to you and gives you the energy & love you deserve!

lmao sorry for leaving this unanswered for so long and also i hope i was the person u meant to send this too (if i was, ty for trusting my judgement lol).

[qhazuban]

thoughts as i read "savage tongues" by azareen van der vliet oloomi, part 4

ok so here's an example. (also i'm reading the book in epub format and i really struggle with citations in this regard, especially with long chapters, which is something i need to figure out for my teaching!! but anyway...) in the first chapter, right, several pages in there's a section where the narrator says (I'm skipping over some parts with ellipses to highlight the areas that stand out most to me):

I was interested in how desire is shaped by the destructive logic of empire, how at times sex facilitates the transmission of historical violence from one body to another. Xavi [her husband], however, possessed a purity I'd never be able to access. He experienced sex as a bridge, as union, as an explosive, an exhilarating coming together; I didn't deny that was so, but that didn't constitute the entire inventory of my experiences. [...] [...] I resisted the line of thought that Xavi was sure would salvage me from my pain: demonizing Omar [someone who abused her] in order to purify myself. I had no interest in obliterating the contradictions of the past. To the contrary, I wanted to savor them. Xavi was, I felt, asking me to ignore the nuances of my relationship with Omar, the historical and political terrain that had informed it. He didn't see that in doing so I would be sacrificing my own sense of self and my ability to articulate that self in language. He didn't understand, at least initially, how his attitude, pure to the extreme, dispossessed me of my own narrative, my sexuality, my appetite for inquiry, my openness to examining the darkest aspects of human nature, the things most people prefer to look away from. I was left to raise the frightening questions alone. In the process of vilifying Omar, Xavi had unwittingly placed an invisible restriction on my speech; what I needed was an eruption of language. He couldn't tolerate the idea that I was complicit in my own destruction, that I had weaponized what little agency I had and wielded it against myself.

so i really like a lot of this! and it's totally something i would reblog or repost, or save to think about, ha.

but the thing is. even if this is just the beginning of the novel and all of this is explored better later, setting the novel up like this -- and having a stream of consciousness intellectual/emotional style of narrative -- only works if there are just as many questions and unanswered fragments and just -- emotions in the present, not only retrospective -- or maybe just if the language is explored more? i'm not sure. i just feel mixed about this. i think that we need more moments of perplexity and narrative confusion.

idk. i'm having trouble expressing this but, based on what i have been reading so far, as well as interviews with the author etc., it does not seem like there's really a lot of the... turning things on their head?... that i feel would actually make this kind of self-reflection more potent.

i think it probably comes across as *very* potent as-is to a lot of people -- and here i worry about sounding haughty again lol -- and it does feel potent to me too. but in an actual friendship or conversation or interaction or communication between diasporic writers and artists, if it were *actually* to be that and not the absolute shit that goes on in the sorry excuse of a literary world that currently exists -- in the moments that actually truly matter -- it's not just a restatement of what we know and we've read and realized and applied to our lives. there's restatement, yes, but there's also interpersonal hypocrisy and chaos and bizarreness and complexity that summing things up just won't work for.

and i worry that this novel -- in setting things up like this -- like how much can you explore scenes if you have already set things up with such clarity of self-actualization? i don't know if that makes sense. but i am just skeptical about what is actually happening here!!!

and also. so many times people say these kinds of things in the circles i've been part of. but what does it matter if, when it comes down to it, hardly anyone *actually* wants to do the extremely difficult work of exploring complicity, power, nuance, complexity, etc. in interpersonal situations???

[starssunsoftheinfinite]

I keep thinking how funny it would be if Loki was stalking someone but didn't realise they were stalking him, too? Like...this isn't a request or anything but something I find really funny is two characters being obsessed with eachother and stalking each other but not realising is stalking them.

And then one of them gets kidnapped and is like "Dang it! I was supposed to be the one kidnapping you!" Idk my sense of humour is a bit weird. Sorry.

And if you do end up writing something like that that would be cool but you don't have to or anything.

I JUST CHECKED MY INBOX BC OF A DIFFERENT ASK THAT GOT SENT AND I FIND THIS GEM?? FROM TW OMONTHS AGO?? TUMBLR HOW DARE YOU KEEP THIS FROM ME I NEVER GOT THE NOTIF evil tumblr but yes YES this so yummy and its a thing I think about a lot as well tbh ehfuehf I love the idea of something that starts off kind of serious (I'm imagining this as a show or movie rn) the music is all creepy, the way the camera is placed is at eeerie ass angles, all signs point towards a horror thriller. Person A presses a cloth to person Bs mouth and drags them away. B wakes in a bedroom they don't recognize and is surprisingly not tied down. B walks out of the room and wanders the strange house only to find... that guy they've been stalking cooking pancakes in the kitchen??? its a perfect record scratch WHAt moment i love it.

P.S FOR ANYONE ELSE WHO HAS UNANSWERED ASKS FOR ME!!! if you sent an ask in for a fanfic no matter how old the ask is I wiiill get to it eventually, a Loki one I'm working on is almost done its just hard to work up motivation for it after so long not writing cause of timing issues!! But once I'm back in the groove I shall finish it!!

[wille-zarr]

Willlleeeee!!! I just read those teaser snippets you dropped for the next chapter.

Holy shit! I can't wait to laugh along with these dorks again - man, Pablo is the best, amiright 😂

Other than that - hiiii and hope your week/weekend/new week has been/is going/will be great!!!

HDHHSJX I AM SO SORRY I DONT KNOW HOW LONG THIS HAS BEEN SITTING IN MY INBOX- ?? But it just made my entire night. 😭❤️ Thank you so much!!!

I'll explain more in detail as to the reasons behind the delay/plans for the story going forward when I post chapter 11. Thanks everyone for your support, private messages, and patience. It's keeping me going right now. 😭❤️❤️ I love this fic and the characters so much, and it means A LOT to me that others feel the same way. 🥺

[And I agree, yes! I was listening to chapter 9 in the shower today, and WOW Pablo is King Dork(TM). 😂]

TBH, IFoW as a whole can be summed up by this meme:

😂 Dorks.... ALL OF THEM.

[jungkussyficrecs]

Let's Talk About Sex

A/N Idk what this is but uh hope you enjoy.

Summary: Jungkook has been your best friend for a long time. Recently he's been hiding something from you, and you need to find out what it is.

Warnings: mxm, future fxm, female reader, handjob, more to come ;) in the future, future poly?, it's kinda already happening but yeah, maybe a little angst?

Part 2: Let's Talk About Us

Part 3: Let's Talk About Love

Masterlist

Realistically you know Jungkook has sex. The hickies that peek over the collar of his shirt. That one time you saw condoms and lube in his room. There was also that one graphic text that popped up on his phone from someone named ‘J’ There's also that fact that he is a healthy, young male with way too many hormones. Thrusting his hips in the face of thousands of people can only do so much.

There is only one issue with this realization: Jungkook has never talked to, let alone been seen with, a girl besides you.

Now, Jungkook is hot. Jungkook is really fucking hot. (Another realization that's been plaguing your brain recently). BUT despite his risque outfits on stage, accidental buttons coming undone, full sleeve, facial piercings, and quite possibly the most gorgeous face ever, Jungkook has never ever EVER flirted with a girl. The possibility of him being a virgin was something you considered often until the hickeys started showing up a few years ago. No matter how many times he tried to hide them, it never worked.

However, there is one thing in your friendship with Jungkook that is never spoken about, and that is sex. Always assuming Jungkook was too shy (or abstinent) to talk about it, and on your end there wasn't much going on either.

(Other than that one night with Taehyung that Jungkook doesn't know about and NEVER will if you have anything to do about it)

Either way, you and Jungkook are best friends and have been since you were growing up next door to each other in Busan. This secret hookup or girlfriend is eating away at you. So, there's only one thing left to do.

...

'Noona, why are you sitting on me,' the man who has been plaguing your thoughts grunts from underneath your thighs.

After thinking for a very long time, rushing over to Jungkook's place to bug him about all of the unanswered questions you have seemed like the only appropriate course of action.

'I have a very important question to ask you and I don't want you to run away.'

Those doe eyes you've grown to love widen even more than you thought possible,

'Should I be scared?' he asks

'Probably,' you hum in agreement and after a moment of pretending to be in deep thought you utter the words that change your friendship forever,

'So, let's talk about sex'

Suddenly the room spins, and next thing you know you have a face full of overpriced sofa cushion. Whipping around you come to face the very reason you just did parkour. It's Jungkook's fault, and the man in question is on the opposite side of the room. His eyes are wide and darting back and forth. He's avoiding eye contact like it'll kill him if he looks into your prying eyes.

‘What the hell was that for, muscle pig. You’re gonna give me whiplash.’ you whine while rubbing your neck.

‘Sorry you- you just took me by surprise.’

Ah there he is. The shy jungkook who couldn’t look you in the eyes for weeks after he saw you in a sports bra for the first time ten years ago. The tips of his ears are tinting red just like they always do when he’s feeling particularly embarrassed, ‘w-why do you wanna talk about… you know–that stuff?’

Sweet, sweet jungkook. Trying to pull the innocent card to cover up the fact that he’s been keeping secrets for a while now, ‘I know your secrets JK. So, why don’t you just tell me.’

All of the sudden the atmosphere in the room changes and his shy yet cute look changes to something more fearful.

‘How did you find out?’ he manages to stutter out. His face is beet red and his hands look a little shaky.

“I’ve seen the hickies, condoms, lube, and the naught texts for ‘J.’ It doesn’t seem like you were trying very hard to keep it a secret.’ You’re laughing a little, but Jungkook isn’t. You know the look on his face and it’s similar to the one when he was getting chewed out by his managers for his car accident. He’s worried. About what–you don’t know.

He rushes over to you and grabs your hands, ‘noona please promise me you won’t tell anyone. If anyone ever found out our careers–’

‘Jungkook,’ you interrupt. His voice had started to get that telltale waiver in it indicating that what was going on was truly worrying him, ‘I’m not going to tell anyone Jungkook. Why would you even think that?’

‘It’s just I don’t know how you feel about the whole thing, and I know same sex relationships are really taboo in Koreas, and I just don’t want you to tell anyone, but I didn’t know if you’d even support it, and if you didn’t support it then maybe you’d tell people, and–’

‘Jungkook,’ you look at him wide eyed and place your hands on his shoulders. This is a lot to process in a short amount of time. Not a bad thing, just surprising, ‘First of all, I would never ever think differently of you for who you’re with. You’re my JK and your significant other will never change that.’

‘Oh thank god,’ he lets out a sigh of relief and throws his arms around you while tucking his head into your neck. You can feel how warm his cheeks are it seems like he was on the verge of tears, ‘I’m so glad–’

‘Ah ah ah. I’m not done yet. Secondly of all, the only thing I was insinuating was that you were hooking up with someone. I hate to tell you this, but you outed yourself on that one my friend.’ you tell him.

Suddenly he goes stiff in your arms and his head snaps up to look at you, ‘But, you said you knew my secrets.’

Smiling at him to let him know everything is gonna be okay you say, ‘Jungkook, what part of saying I saw the evidence of your sexcapades made you think I knew every little detail?’

‘Well you said you saw the text from ‘J’ so I assumed you’d figured that out’ he mumbles under his breath.

You pause. If he’s saying he thinks you;d figured it out, that means it has to be someone you know. Wracking through your brain you think about all the possible J names you know. The only one you know of who’s single and ready to mingle(or at least you thought until today) is– ’Oh my god you’re dating Jimin’

He looks into your eyes, cheeks turning even pinker, ’oh. Uh yeah. I’m dating Jimin. Just Jimin’ He’s avoiding your eyes. You can tell he’s hiding something, but knowing him, it’s better to wait it out. A lot of things have been revealed today, and pressuring him could just make things worse.

‘Jungkook,’ you say softly.

He looks up at you, unease fills his eyes, ‘yeah, noona?’

‘I think that’s great. You deserve to be happy,’ you smile at him. Hoping to conceal the disappointment in your tone.

It seems to work a little, ‘Really? You don’t think it’s weird?’ That uncertainty is still there. Hidden behind the galaxies in his beautiful eyes.

‘No, JK. I think it’s awesome. You found someone who makes you happy. And apparently some who makes you feel good if you know what I mean,’ you wink at him.

All of the sudden a whole new blush takes over his face,

‘Y/n’ he whines. His head finds its way back to your shoulder. A moment of silence passes before he speaks up, ‘thank you for supporting me noona.’

‘I’ll always support you, JK.’

You both stay like that for a while. Realistically, you know there’s something else he’s scared of telling you. You’ve known about Jin and Namjoon’s relationship for awhile, and you’ve always been supportive. You’re just happy to know he’s being taken care of. Jimin’s a great guy, and they both deserve to be happy. You probably should’ve seen it sooner now that you look back on it. Lingering glances or touches. God damnit, that bite mark they claim was a drunk accident. Man, you’re dense.

…

Later when you leave Jungkook’s place, you shut the door and lean back against it. Trying to blink away the tears that sting your eyes, you need to suck it up. At the end of the day you don’t know what you were trying to achieve by interrogating him. He was never going to be more than your best friend, but a part of you was hoping that he was just hooking up with someone and you still had a chance.

As you're walking to your car you see Jimin pull into a parking spot. A smile is on his face, probably because he’s about to see his perfect boyfriend. You like Jimin, but you can’t help but be jealous.

…

‘Yeah, baby?’ he pants against Junkook’s mouth, ‘Thinking about your noona always gets you excited doesn’t it?’

‘Yeah,’ Jk whines out, hips bucking up into the hand wrapped around his cock. He’s so beautifully flushed and pliant like this. Bending to the will of his boyfriend’s skilled hands.

‘Do you wish this was your noona, baby?’ The hand around his length gets tighter and begins jerking him faster while the other finds its way down to that perfect spot right behind his balls.

Jungkook keens. The loud moan that falls from his lips– an indicator that he’s rapidly approaching his orgasm.

‘Come on baby, you know you aren’t allowed to finish until you answer hyung.’

Jungkook tosses his head back and forth on the pillow, ‘Yeah, I want noona to touch me–AH please hyung, let me cum.’

His hyung leans forward and presses a kiss to his lips, ‘Go ahead kook-ah, cum for hyung.’

Jungkook’s mouth parts, eyebrows furrowed as he hurtles toward his orgasm. Fingers pressed to his perineum and the hand around his cock have never felt so good as the images of his noona fill his head. His head flops back against the pillow and his eyes squeeze shut.

‘Fuck, I’m cumming,’ Jungkook grunts.

Hot spurts of cum shoot from his cock. His release paints his toned stomach, and the hand wrapped around him. He moans out–a beautiful sound with his mouth wide open. His orgasm face is similar to the face he makes when he eats something particularly delicious. Almost as if it’s so good he’s angry. Hips are thrusting into the hand that helped him finish as little shocks of oversensitivity started to take over.

He pushes his hyungs hand away so he can finally breathe.

Just then footsteps are approaching the room. Jimin walks in fresh out of the shower, ‘Oh man, I missed out on the fun.’ He whines. A small smile on his face as he approaches the bed, ‘Hyung you know I wanted to play with Kookie.’

‘Oh Jiminie, we’re just getting started. You should hear how worked up our kookie gets when we mention his noona.’ Yoongi smirks.

[softshuji]

Midnight insecurity/ 5:04 am

Pairing: Baji x reader

warnings: none!

genre: fluff, angst idk?

Baji Keisuke is tired. Not physically no, but in some other way he can't really explain. It's more of a bone-deep ache, a stiffness in his muscles that no amount of exercise, or punching the bag can get rid of. And it's infuriating.

Maybe he's just sleepy, but the thought of laying down and not being able to sleep, tossing and turning on sheets that feel both too hot and too cold gives him unholy amounts of rage. In truth, he's not really sure why he's so on edge today. Maybe it's the exam tomorrow, maybe it's because he hasn't seen you in over a week and he's craving the softness of your hands in his hair, the touch of your fingers on his face, light as a feather, or maybe, just maybe, its because for once he looks down at the scars on his knuckles, the fresh scabs that are only just healing, and doesn't feel the tremor of excitement like he usually does.

Desensitization? Is that the word? That feeling he gets sometimes, where hitting and punching no longer feels... exciting. And in fact, it just makes him numb and cold and hollow. And yeah he won't lie, he relied on that, on the sweet beautiful thrum of adrenaline when he fought. It made up for the lack of other things going on in his life. The fact that he wasn't "smart" or capable of anything else.

After an hour of tossing and turning, he picks up the phone and scrolls till he sees your name, hesitates for a second before hitting dial. The first ring goes unanswered but then he hears the click of the call being picked up.

"Kei?" Your voice is still sluggish with sleep and he mentally curses himself for waking you.

"Shit, sorry baby. I didn't mean to wake you,' he mumbles, half considering putting the phone straight back down, his voice now laced with guilt.

"No, it's ok, I wasn't asleep,' you lie and turn to switch on the bedside lamp beside you. "But it is late. I thought you'd be asleep by now. Is something up?"

Baji doesn't respond immediately but rather sighs, furrowing his brow, wondering how he's going to broach the topic that's been on his mind for days.

"Kei? What is it?" You probe, concerned. It isn't like your boyfriend to be so quiet, and least of all to call in the middle of the night. That's usually you, calling to go out for bubble tea, to hear his voice, to tell him about what you just thought of. Anything. He is, as you always think, the better half of you.

"It's dumb..." he says and you can hear the note of dejection in his voice. Your heart falls.

"Kei, whatever it is, it's not dumb if it's bothering you like this. You don't have to tell me, but I might be able to help. Two heads are better than one right?"

He looks down at his lap, at the cat nestling against his stomach, eyes reflecting the moonlight streaming through the open window. "I'm not sure anymore y/n. I'm not sure who I am."

"What? What do you mean Kei? You're scaring me a bit."

"I'm sorry. It's just... I don't feel like fighting as much anymore. Ever since the other day, it's just not the same." And his voice is so small and quiet you have to strain to hear it.

You stay silent, waiting for him to continue, waiting for him to finish what he's obviously spent a long time thinking about.

"It doesn't even feel exciting anymore y'know? It's like..." he pauses, looking up at the ceiling, searching for the right words. Baji Keisuke has never been good with them. "It's like, I'm there, but it doesn't make me happy anymore. It feels like nothing. And shit scares me because that's all I've ever known or been good at. I ain't smart, I ain't good at nothing else, and you probably won't like me if I stop doing it-"

"Ok let me stop you there Pointdexter," you interrupt, shocked and hurt and worried that he both thinks so little of himself, and assumes you think so little of him.

"First of all," you say pointedly. "Fighting is not all you're good at. You're smart, kind, loving, funny, the most genuine person that I know." And damn it, he's heard you confess before, a million times, but he still can't help the heat blooming in his cheeks now. Crazy how you still have that effect on him huh?

"But-"

"No buts Baji Keisuke," you say, a playful lilt to your voice. "You are the world's best boyfriend, and that shit has nothing to do with the fact that you can fight." Then your voice softens. "Did you think I only love you because you could fight? I love you when you're sleeping, and your hair looks pretty in the light, and when we're studying together and you get that look when you understand something and you're happy. And I love you all the other moments too." To be honest, your own face is aflame at your own words, and maybe its easier to say now, having been together this long. Or maybe its because both of you love each other more than either of you thought humanly possible.

"Even if I'm dumb as hell?" he asks tentatively, swiping a hand on the nape of his neck, as if that'll get rid of the heat creeping along there.

"I will never think you're dumb Kei, because you're not, no matter whether you think it or not." Some part of you shatters and splinters apart, at the thought that he doesn't see himself the way you see him. "I love you Baji Keisuke. I always will."

He takes a shaky breath, his heart so full of love for you that it feels like its too big for his chest.

"I love you too my pretty," and its almost a whisper but for the way his chest feels so airy, as if all the tension has seeped out of his bones. "And thanks, y'know, for waking up and talkin' to me."

"I told you I wasn't asle-"

"Yeah, yeah sure baby whatever you say," he chuckles. "You should get some sleep alright? Goodnight y/n."

"Goodnight Kei." And he hears you blow a kiss through the phone before the soft click as the call ends.

Yeah, maybe it was ok. Maybe everything was ok. Maybe he could just be, and that would be ok too.

He shuffled into bed, his eyes closing immediately, as the dreams as soft as feathers, as soft as your kisses, settled on him for the night.

(reblogs appreciated my loves, let me know if you got a request!)

[persephones-wren]

Hi, so I had this idea for a Kaz Brekker x reader one shot were kaz is have trouble sleep and is becoming tired and grumpy during the day. So, the reader starts secretly putting lavender in his room and clothes (lavender is a good herb to aid sleeping). He starts sleeping better and doesn’t know why until he finds the reader in his room and then they can have a bit of fluff at the end of something. Idk hope you find this useful <3. Have a nice day/night!

Lavender (Kaz Brekker x Reader)

First request! Thank you for the idea anon <3 sorry this took a bit long, but I really enjoyed writing it and I think it turned out alright! I hope you like it as well :)

Warnings: spoilers for Kaz’s backstory

Genre: Angst to Fluff (?) 

Word Count: 2082

He thought he had outrun the nightmare of his past.

The gloves had protected him, becoming his weapon, and the reputation that followed him had been another impenetrable fortress. How ironic that the one who led him back to his past was himself.

...

It was on a mission gone wrong, where the only way of escape was down, back in the cold harbors of Ketterdam. The frigid waters had brought his brother’s bloated and ice-cold corpse underneath his hands, fighting to keep his vision from blurring, fighting to keep himself alive.

“...Kaz!” 

You were treading the water lightly, trying to stay afloat while supporting him. He tried to say something, anything, but he felt as if he were drowning as you half-hazardly pulled him onto the dock, your breath ragged and your shoulders sagging. He seemed to see right through you, and he was pale and shaking slightly, not just from the cold- something there had haunted him, though. It was obviously more than just the cool waters.

“Kaz, are you alright?” Your inquiry went unanswered, and you waited patiently, before he somewhat snapped to attention, roughly pushing himself off of you, probably bruising your shoulder as he stood and backed away furiously.

“Don’t touch me, get off of me-” he forced a shuddery breath in- “I’m fine.”

Your eyes were wide as you stared at him, and he cleared his throat and refused to look at you. He didn’t apologize, nothing of the sort, because Kaz Brekker never apologized, even rare and brief moments of weakness.

Kaz Rietveld might’ve apologized to you.

“Right, okay,” your voice was soft, but firm. “We should find the others, they’ll probably be at the meeting spot.”

You both got up slowly, muscles sore and stiff from hitting icy waters, but you swiftly and quietly towards the carriages Jesper had prepared. Neither of you said a word on the way back. Upon your arrival, both Inej and Jesper grew increasingly concerned at your condition.

“What the hell happened to you two?” Jesper had asked.

“Are you two alright?” Inej echoed.

“We survived,” you muttered, sparing a small glance at Kaz, who still wasn’t saying much. “It’s a long story.”

...

Long story indeed.

Kaz had presumed that you had told them what had happened, but he was almost praying to the Saints that you had left out the details of his condition. It wasn’t that he would necessarily be too ashamed to ever tell Jesper or Inej- but they needed him for his reliability, and any moment of weakness could be used against him, both by friends and enemies. He’d prefer that Jordie be kept with him only. After all, it only took a couple shots for Jesper to reveal almost anything.

He didn’t sleep well that night, hell, he didn’t think he’d sleep right for at least a month. His normal sleep schedule was one that could barely keep a normal person running, but with his brother lurking in every corner of his unconsciousness, it was better to stay awake, where he could be in control.

It was affecting his mood, he knew that. He had to heavily restrain himself not to snap at people, but even without snapping, his words were still scathing. He’d find more to criticize, more to hate, and he’d probably scolded every member of the Dregs in the last week. Everyone, except you. Whether it was because you were there with him or it was something more, that wasn’t something he wanted to think about.

Then suddenly, the insomnia stopped.

It had only been a week, before his sleeping schedule reverted back. Jordie was there, but it was more of what he could remember in life than death, smiles and sunshine rather than plague and death. It was a bittersweet sadness, but it had been one he’d grown used to, one he could get past quicker. He fixed himself back into his office, working on another plan rather than hovering over everyone just to find something to criticize. 

What had changed?

It might’ve been the light smell of herbs, was that lavender? that permeated his office now, but he’d never caught the culprit of who had done it. And despite his ability to find cracks in any facade, he had caught no lies in any members of the Dregs. 

His first thought had been you, admittedly. He knew you knew something the others didn’t, you saw him panic on the docks, and he knew you could act your way through nearly anything. It didn’t seem hard to put two and two together.

But you seemed honest enough, when he had asked you. Perhaps it was his like of you that clouded his judgement, but you genuinely didn’t seem to know anything.

…

“Stop that.”

“Huh?” you whirled around, and Kaz was there, cane in hand, glare piercing through you.

“Stop putting whatever herbs in my room.”

You stared at him, confused, before you burst out laughing. “Is someone putting herbs in your room? That’s why your office always smells like lavender now...I’m sorry, Kaz, but that isn’t me, although it would be funny if it was. Ha...I don’t think I could get away with sneaking in your office if I tried.”

“Any ideas who it could be, then?” He asked impatiently.

“I’m sorry, I have no idea. It could be anyone, really. Even though I-” was the one who saw you at the docks, the words hung unspoken, “um, yeah, everyone’s noticed you’ve been different. Truthfully though, I think they just think it’s because a mission went wrong.”

“Fine.” He nodded at you, and then he’d went to go find Jesper at the Crow Club.

It was a truth, in a way. You couldn’t go around sneaking herbs in his room. You weren’t silent enough for that, you were an actress, not a shadow. Inej, however, was the Wraith, and if anyone could get away with it, it’d be her. 

So you’d ask for her help, whether it was distracting him or asking her to put the herbs in herself.

And you’d both play dumb until he was back to the person you knew.

…

It had only been one unfortunate night, where you were finally caught putting the lavender on his desk.

You had gotten better at just sneaking in and doing it yourself without Inej’s help, as you’d successfully done it for at least three nights in the past month. Tonight, though, Inej had been running some other task, probably nightly reports for Kaz, and luck had finally run out without her assistance.

“Y/N.”

You froze, and a chill ran down your spine. Though Kaz Brekker was never exactly friendly by any means, the slight warmth of his tone towards you had withered into frost. You were completely fucked. If he was lucky, maybe he’d let you out of the Crows alive. He doesn’t think you’re the one putting lavender in this room- he probably thinks you’re a traitor. Have fun talking yourself out of this one without admitting to it, you berated yourself. Saints know you’ll need the luck.

“If you’re here to steal plans and distribute them, then it’s certainly a pity that I liked you,” he muttered. “And I suppose even more impressive that you had me fooled.” He advanced forward, and his slammed his cane into the ground next to you, making you flinch. “How did you do it, then?”

“I- um, well, it’s,” you tripped, frantically trying to find the words, “it’s nothing like that. I’m not taking your plans. They have no use to me. I dislike Pekka just as much as you do. Do you think missions I’ve done with you would’ve gone successfully if I was working with him?”

“If you aren’t, then why are you in my office?”

“I’m just trying to-” you cut yourself off and sighed. Help was not going to be a good word to use. Kaz didn’t need help, and he’d probably just be more furious it you stated it for how it was. “Lavender is good for sleeping.”

He had long forgotten that someone actually had to be putting the lavender there. It just showed up now, for a month. He’d just accepted it.

“So it’s you, then?”

“Yeah,” you say sheepishly. “I’m sorry I lied to you, earlier. I don’t like seeing you in pain, though. People rely on you, they need you, Kaz, and well, I thought- never mind what I thought. I just hoped you would rest better, after...”

“You didn’t tell them what happened?”

There’s an odd vulnerability in his words, but you don’t remark on them. “No.” A faint smile is etched on your lips at the thought of your lie. “I told them that you were upset that the mission had gone wrong, and that it was mostly my fault. You scolded me on the docks and gave me the silent treatment in the carriage, that’s all it was to them. If you want to talk- I mean- what happened there?”

You know you’re seconds away from breaking the ice you’d been treading on lightly, but curiosity takes the better of you for a second before you’re rapidly apologizing, getting ready to leave the office before he kills you.

He found you in his office, he thought you stole plans, and then you admit you’ve been there more than once because you’re the girl who put lavender in his room. You really need to think things through more. 

“Good that you didn’t tell them. Stop apologizing. Take a seat, for a second.”

You do so, keeping your questions to yourself. He stares at you for a long moment, conflicted, before he gathers himself again. “What happened at the harbors. I had a brother, Jordie Rietveld. He died during the plague. We both got thrown in the harbor. He was dead. I was alive, surrounded by death.” He’s quiet for a bit, but when he glances at your expression, there’s no pity, no horror on your face, you don’t believe he’s weak. You’re quietly waiting for him to continue. So he does. 

“I needed to get back onto land. I got there using my brother to hold onto.”

“You wear gloves because of that now,” you point out quietly. 

He takes a shuddering breath in. “Yes.”

“When we had to dive, it came back to you. Kaz,” you whisper, “thank you for telling me.”

 “Thank you,” he echoes your words. He’s shaking and vulnerable, even though he hasn’t said much. Even then, there’s no look of fear or judgement of anything he’s done in your expression. The respect he has worked to earn is still there, and he could sigh in relief.

He’s twisting at his hands, before you realize he’s slowly slipping off his gloves. Your voice cuts through the air, talking frantically again. “No, no- Kaz, we don’t have to do this. I don’t want you to do this if you’re not ready- you don’t have to-”

“I want to.”

His voice is quiet, but full of resolve.

“Okay.”

His hands are normal. They’re not ugly, or disfigured, or strange. They fit him.

“Your hands are pretty.” The words slip out of you before you realize.

He laughs, a little breathless, and the tension eases a little. “My hands are pretty?” 

“Yeah.”

You outstretch your hand, and he waits a couple of moments before slowly interlocking it with yours. It’s sickening and he has to will himself to hold on, but he does. He feels content, content that you’re here, content that you’re willing to help him.

“You can let go if you need to.” Your voice sounds far away.

“I’m alright.” He’s not, but you’re warm. You’re alive, you’re not Jordie. He’s in his office, with the girl who put lavender in his room, not in the cold harbor with death.

You both stay for a long while, before he lets go.

“Thank you,” he repeats, before he slips on his gloves again.

“It’s nothing,” you answer, but you both know it’s everything, everything to you, everything to him. 

You start to walk towards the door, before his voice calls out again. “Tomorrow. I can’t promise I’ll-” be a good person, be the person you want, be there for you-

“Tomorrow,” you agree. “Goodnight, Kaz.”

“Goodnight, Y/N.”

The smell of lavender lingers in his room. He picks up the flower you had left on his desk, and an uncharacteristic smile blooms on his face.

Tomorrow.