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eveninggstar · 5 months ago

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teammates and tensions ⊹ ࣪ ˖

Miami Magic

max verstappen x RedBullDriver!reader

21.06.24

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୨ৎ From the age of 9, you and Max Verstappen have been locked in fierce competition on the racing track. Growing up, you intimately learned each other’s techniques, paving the way for what could have been a formidable partnership. However, despite your shared prowess, there’s one glaring issue - an unyielding disdain for each other. As you navigate the world of motorsport, your rivalry intensifies, fuelling both your desire for victory and your deep-seated animosity towards one another.

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!fem receiving oral (my first time writing srry if its bad)

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The Miami race had been nothing short of exhilarating. The humid Florida air, the buzzing crowd, and the pressure of the race all contributed to a spectacle that would be remembered for a long time. After a string of frustrating races, both you and Max had managed to secure a podium finish, with you taking P3 and Max finishing P2. The joy of finally getting a good result was palpable, and the team was ecstatic. To top it all off, Lando had taken the win.

As the sun began to set, the paddock was alive with celebrations. The champagne had flowed freely on the podium, and the drivers were ready to continue the party into the night. Miami, known for its vibrant nightlife, was the perfect setting for the team to let loose and celebrate the successful race.

The group had reserved a VIP section at one of Miami’s most exclusive nightclubs. The music was loud, the lights were flashing, and the atmosphere was electric. You arrived with the team, feeling a sense of accomplishment and relief. For the first time in a long while, you could genuinely enjoy the moment.

Lando was the star of the night, basking in the glory of his victory. The drivers gathered around him, cheering and raising their glasses in his honor. You and Max stood nearby, laughing and sharing in the excitement. The tension that had been brewing between the two of you seemed to dissolve in the euphoria of the moment.

As the night progressed, the drinks flowed freely. You found yourself loosening up, the stress of the season melting away with each sip. Max was right there with you, his arm casually draped over your shoulders. It was a gesture that felt surprisingly natural, and you found yourself leaning into him, giggling at his jokes and enjoying the closeness.

The club was packed with people, the dance floor a swirling mass of bodies moving to the beat of the music. You and Max found a spot at the bar, ordering another round of drinks. He leaned in close, his breath warm against your ear as he spoke.

“Can you believe we finally did it?” Max said, his voice barely audible over the music, his voice accompanied with the obvious slur.

You smiled, feeling a warmth spread through you that had nothing to do with the alcohol. “Yeaaaaaah!” You dragged out, practically yelling in Max's face.

He laughed, a sound that sent a pleasant shiver down your spine. “And Lando, of all people. Who would have thought?”

You nodded, taking a sip of your drink. “He deserved it.”

Max’s arm tightened around your shoulders, pulling you a little closer. “Yeah, but we’re a good team.” The first time he said anything involving him and you as a collective.

The closeness was intoxicating. You could feel the heat of his body against yours, his arm a comforting weight across your shoulders. You found yourself giggling into his shoulder, the alcohol and the joy of the night making you feel light and carefree.

The night continued in a blur of laughter and music. You and Max were inseparable, whispering into each other’s ears and laughing like old friends. The rest of the team was too busy celebrating to notice the way Max’s hand lingered on your waist, or the way you leaned into him, your head resting against his shoulder.

At some point, Lando found his way over to you two, his face flushed with excitement and alcohol. “Hey, you two! Having a good time?” he shouted, grinning from ear to ear. His eyes flickered in shock at the unusual closeness between the two of you

You and Max exchanged a glance, both of you smiling broadly. “The best,” you replied, raising your glass in a toast. “To Lando, the man of the hour!”

Lando laughed, clinking his glass against yours. “Thanks!”

The three of you shared a moment of camaraderie before Lando was pulled away by another group of well-wishers. You turned back to Max, feeling a sense of contentment wash over you. The music, the lights, the laughter—it was all perfect.

As the night wore on, the club became a haze of lights and music. You lost track of how many drinks you’d had, but it didn’t matter. The important thing was that you were here, celebrating with the team, with Max by your side.

At some point, you found yourself on the dance floor with Max, the two of you moving to the rhythm of the music. His hands were on your hips, guiding you, and you could feel his breath on your neck as he whispered something you couldn’t quite make out. You laughed, the sound getting lost in the music, and turned to face him.

His eyes met yours, and for a moment, everything else faded away. The noise, the lights, the people—they all disappeared, leaving just the two of you. You could see the same realization in his eyes, a connection that went beyond words.

Without thinking, you leaned in, your lips brushing against his in a tentative kiss. It was soft, almost hesitant, but it sent a jolt of electricity through you. Max responded immediately, his arms tightening around you as he deepened the kiss.

The world came rushing back, but it felt different now. More intense, more real. The kiss broke, but the connection between you didn’t. Max’s forehead rested against yours, both of you breathing hard.

“Let’s get out of here,” he said, his voice low and filled with promise.

You nodded, your heart pounding in your chest. The night was far from over, and you couldn’t wait to see where it would lead.

You left the club together, the cool night air a welcome contrast to the heat inside. The team’s hotel was just a short walk away, and the two of you made your way there in comfortable silence. The city lights glittered around you, adding to the surreal feeling of the night.

At the hotel, you took the elevator up to your floor. The tension between you was palpable, a current of electricity that had been building all night. As soon as the doors closed, Max pulled you into his arms, kissing you deeply. You responded eagerly, your hands tangling in his hair as you pressed closer.

The elevator dinged, signalling your arrival. You broke apart, both of you breathing heavily, and stumbled out into the hallway. Max led you to his room, fumbling with the key card in his haste. Finally, the door opened, and you slipped inside, the anticipation almost too much to bear.

As soon as the door closed behind you, Max was on you again, his lips capturing yours in a heated kiss. You melted into him, your body responding to his touch as if it had been waiting for this moment forever. His hands roamed your body, exploring, caressing, driving you wild.

You pulled back just long enough to catch your breath, your eyes meeting his. The desire in his gaze was mirrored in your own, and it took your breath away. Max’s nose trailed your jaw, causing you to let out a small giggle.

“Please,” he whispered into your ear, a smirk evident in his tone. To call his voice a whisper would be an exaggeration; he was so quiet that if he had been anywhere other than right by your jaw, you wouldn’t have heard him. His voice caused a trail of goosebumps to appear all over your body. You were practically a puddle at his feet.

You softly directed him to look at you, meeting his eyes. “Go ahead.” A dazzling smile painted your lips. He wasted no time sinking his hand into your hair and crushing his lips onto yours. His free hand rubbed in circular motions across your back, then down to your waist, then gripped repeatedly at your ass. Your moans were muffled by his tongue-thankfully.

Max was everywhere, but nowhere you truly wanted him. To hold your pride, you couldn’t beg for him to touch you more. You were only left to hold onto him and take it. His mouth travelled to nip at your neck, leaving you to moan in response.

He sank to his knees, pushing up his shirt sleeves and undoing the third button. His hair was pointing in all different directions due to your earlier motions. He looked up at you, cheeks flushed and chest erratically breathing. He brought his hands up to grip your thighs, tightening and releasing repeatedly. He stayed silent, yours and his breath filling the silence.

“What’s wrong? Want a map?” you joked, tilting your head to the side, still unable to hold back a slight jab.

“Just making sure you’re alright,” he kissed the inside of your mid-thigh. His face morphed into a smirk at the realization on yours.

You nodded, still unsure why. It was Max. Max Verstappen. Your teammate, that you hated with every fibre of your body. You shouldn’t be doing this. And you definitely shouldn’t enjoy the feeling of his kisses running up your thigh.

He was doing it on purpose, making you wait. He knew exactly what he was doing, so swallowing your pride you—

“Oh my god!” He interrupted your train of thought with his tongue between your folds, circling your clit with intention. His shoulders shook as he laughed at your reaction. In retaliation, you gripped his hair with the thought of shutting him up, but instead earned a moan from him—at least he stopped laughing.

Your body was slipping downwards, resulting in Max smoothing his hands up your legs and gripping your ass. The mixed pleasure of the pressure he had on your ass matched with the sucking of your clit in his mouth made you feel as if you were floating.

The butterflies in your stomach were multiplying.

One of his hands slithered its way to join his tongue. As two of his fingers sunk into you, your whimpers turned into a high-pitched moan. You looked down to see Max’s piercing blue eyes watching your every move.

The pace of his tongue and fingers increased, and in return, your grip on his hair tightened. The butterflies were becoming more of a knot within your stomach as Max continued. You kept repeating his name, whether it be loud or quiet, neither of you cared.

The knot was tighter. Your hips were moving to meet Max’s movements, just wanting to come. Luckily, your wishes were close.

You didn’t even get the words out as you screamed in pleasure. Your body felt numb as you could feel your walls involuntarily tighten around Max’s fingers.

The last thing you remembered was panting erratically and the empty feeling left as Max removed his fingers and tongue from you. And then him softly speaking in your ear, but not the words, as he coaxed you towards his bed. You could recognize the feeling of your dress being slipped off of you, then replaced with an oversized shirt that smelled like the best thing you’ve ever encountered. Thankfully, the feeling of your bra had been removed, then retreating footsteps.

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mephistopheleswasrobbed · 2 months ago

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I'm back with episode 4 of Peaceful Property and our boys are starting to be quite solid, so let's go!

They're not fighting anymore this week (although I suspect they might bring that back next week when things get personal for Peach) but they're still doing their good old couple bickering.

(I wish to personally congratulate whomever came up with this line. It's perfect.)

Pangpang's commenters are also still shipping, though they were mostly preoccupied with criticizing her and the government, this week.

They keep just being around each other. Sitting closer than neccessary, standing closer than neccessary.

They clearly find comfort in each others presence and constantly seek it out, sticking together for large parts of this episode.

They were this close to cuddling on that couch while the others were doing their own stuff. (And Home is truely not disproving the bi allegations with the way he's sitting? here)

Even when Peach cooks, Home, instead of helping/bothering the others is, of course, sticking with Peach (and racking up the ghost's energy bill)

Peach laughs at Home's stupid joke. That's like THE ultimate sign of a crush (or so I'm told).

In general they're so touchy this episode.

Starting off by holding hands when running from the alledged ghost.

(Btw, can we talk about the way Home looks at Peach here, because damn)

And after Peach injuries his ankle they get even touchier. Home is immediately the one who keeps carrying Peach around but even when he's not doing that they've got their hands on each other,

he's got a hand on Peach's back,

or an arm around his shoulder.

Through all of it Home's so gentle with Peach. Very sweet.

(And don't think I didn't catch your hand when you were checking on Peach ('s peach), Home!)

Discussing Pangpang's recent behavioural changes while casually fighting over a blanket. It seems they have taken her comment about them being the parents to heart. Also Home is the one who brings it up which goes to show that he's really been paying attention, trying to learn about his new companions just like shady uncle told him to in ep 2.

Appropriately, their fight ends with them sharing the blanket, so.

They're both so protective of the other this episode.

Peach especially. He's so far been mostly cowering behind his sister or Home, but this episode he kind of takes on the role of protector. He is, after all the only one who has experience seeing ghosts, so now that the other three are seeing a "ghost" for the first time and are quite distressed by it, he steps up to take charge of the group. Deciding when to leave situations and making sure everyone's safe. Notably he physically pulls Home (and only Home) along to run away TWICE this episode. The first time in the aforementiond hand holding moment and the second time when they run away, shortly before the shelf incident.

Home gets his turn to be protective after Peach gets hurt. I've already discussed how he immediately takes it upon himself to carry Peach around and sticks to his side for the rest of the night, but he's also not about to just let it go that Mr. Magician hurt his man, even after he tells them his (admittedly very sad, even my reservations about Foei couldn't stop me from shedding a couple of tears) sob-story.

(Sure Home, "friend")

Peach has become somewhat of a chaotic-rich-boy handler.

They're functioning as a team now, complementing each other and Peach is here to bring the level-headedness when Home get's a little too worked up. Cause if Home is going to listen to anyone, it's Peach.

They have achieved the crucial step in relationship closeness of nonverbal communication.

(this is admittedly where still images can't fully capture my point but trust me bro, it's happening) (also admittedly, there's no exclusivity here. Some nonverbal communication is happening between many constellations of their team this episode, showing that they've all gotten closer. But it's an important milestone in their relationship nontheless so I'm bringing it up)

Home notices Peach shaking when cooking and he's worried about him. (He had already witnessed the shaking last episode when Peach was making noodles in their office so he knows it's a pattern and not a one-time thing) It is in fact his biggest worry right now, as we find out when he's talking to Kan on the phone, and Suradech in the bath for some reason.

Speaking of that scene, he does get a little flirty with Kan over the call but even he admit's he's joking.

What he's not joking about is that he's happy that their group has clicked and from what we see this episode and the fact that he goes immediately back to worrying about him, I think it's safe to say he's mostly thinking about Peach when he says this.

In the first place, there was never really any major problem between anyone else, so it truely is this newfound closeness between Home and Peach that brings harmony to their little family.

Of course, while her brother and Home are off in their own world, Pangpang sticks with Kan. She is unfortunately a little too busy with her own insecurities to get much flirting done this week, but you can't convince me she wasn't a little turned on by Kan when she threatened to sue the "ghost".

Again, this week we leave the episode with a little nugget of extra Home and Peach sitting very close, bickering and flirting in the credits.

TayNew's chemistry is coming through in full force in these moments. I'm half convinced the director told them to just be themselves when they filmed the end credit bits.

#peaceful property #peaceful property the series #i laughed so long and loud when they showed suradech in the bath my mom who was in a different room got annoyed

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popawritter12 · 7 months ago

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It's that anon who sent the yandere pyke ask can the reader be male and was a person who was friends with pyke and tried to rescue him but couldn't.

Author's note: Anon 🤝 me.

Likes Yandere

✨ Pyke✨

I really wished to do Yandere things with this man, I really hope you liked it because I LOVED how I do it.

At the same time, you will see that the beginning is somewhat poetic because I plan to present half of the story to a group of writers and readers who are not Yanderes fans, I hope you don't mind <3.

(Also, I choosed this one bcs have all the information of the relationship of the Yandere and the reader, just bcs i want you to know Anon!)

Yandere! Pyke x Male! reader

Yandere character: Pyke

From the videogame/serie/anime/movie: League of Legends.

Case: Mention of kidnapping, murder.

Part: 1 of 1.

I still hear his calm breathing next to me, I still feel his eyes watching me make mistakes and how ready he was to have a sneer on his face, ready to mock me. I still remember the stories he told during countless sleepless nights.

That's how he was; relaxed, not very talkative and quite calm with his emotions, and that was the reason why we connected with each other.

He always showed a different side to me, sometimes bordering on having another personality. It was nice to know that he could have a friend so graceful that he could reveal each and every facet of himself to me.

His words were as soft as a loom in our lonely moments, and he always fluttered my loose locks because of my short stature. His hands, rough and damaged, dry and brutish, always tried to touch me gently, although more than once, in the most escapist moments, he was brutish, and only in times of his annoyance did he refuse to even offer me a hug.

The gentle jokes, the sensitive moments, the angry screams or even indistinctly cold times, we were always together, like one brother to another, with an affection that always terrified my heart.

However, now all those moments became just mine, all the seconds of overwhelming loneliness were purely mine, not to mention the stormy nights where I felt like my mind was submerged in a bathtub, full and on the verge of overflowing with salty water.

Never, in my three centuries of life, do I remember feeling this way about someone; not for my ex-partner, much less for my marked childhood friends, and maybe and just maybe now I realize why he was so clingy to you.

With pain I return to that ship today, where the damaged and barely usable boxes due to the years of age are now an indistinct characteristic of the dirty, disgusting and putrid wooden ship. With every step, my nightmares crawl beneath me, taking my heels and seeking to drag me into my madness, seeking to take me once again to that night where everything had to go wrong.

If he told me months ago what could have happened that day, perhaps he would not have believed him, or perhaps not, but that was already a story from another line, one of which, most likely, I will never be a part.

The smell of fish invades my senses again, as if the world was attracting me back to earth, the day where I had to set sail again.

The creaking wood, the doors creaking plaintively in protest of a change of materials, and the hesitant whispers of the other workers of this horrendous crew brought me back to my early days, where he, always him, would greet me with a basic greeting, nodding his head and leading a walk towards his work area, where, out of mere habit, there was always a side reserved solely and exclusively for me.

While the waves crashed against the wood, the anchor rose, and another day was announced again, beginning again my routine, and perhaps my mental hell, where the cry of my being so precious, blaspheming that I would never let go, and that we would both get out alive if we did things right.

I still get chills remembering that night, and I barely managed to notice the inevitable passing of the day, and the constant calls for attention I received from the fat idiot who called himself captain.

I clicked my tongue at his complaints, humming a vague response that, in the end, I never followed through with. During the course of the day, I can notice the words of comfort from my companions, as they regretted knowing that someone like him had left in such a violent way and his body without being able to receive such a well-deserved rest as the burial would be.

It was still a vivid memory of the scream that that bastard gave me to let him go, threats to cut off my arm if I didn't let go and let him die, and, consciously, he bent my arm to weaken my grip and thus let him go.

I still feel that beating of my heart accelerate when my soul complains loudly, blaming my body for its weakness. And, perhaps, it was true, and if he traveled to the past one more time, I would save him without hesitation. But there would never be a third chance.

It was midnight when I calmly breathed the attenuating air in the midst of the favored wind that hit my skin, and I daydreamed that his footsteps could be heard again behind me, that he cradled his arms against the railing and rested his head lightly on his shoulder, as if I wanted to support it against mine.

I turned a deaf ear to the shouting of voices of all that persons, knowing that the profit shared was always a topic of debate, and I thought for a moment about going, but my mind simply downplayed its importance, since money was the last thing I wanted to be able to have right now.

But, even with all the laziness in the world, I just sighed, before backing away from the ship's railing, looking to get back under cover.

The smell of fresh meat was routinely annoying, and the lights off seemed a new trend due to its lack, however, I turned on the flashlight, seeking to bring calm back to the place.

But all I noticed was a painful moan, a gasp laced with blood and saliva in someone's throat. Lowering the lamp slightly, the fresh blood did not come from a fish.

With one last moan of pain, in the background the corpse was heard landing, causing a crude dull sound in the air.

Just by seeing that terrifying event with the lack of light, I knew that attack, but I couldn't help but feel weak before the amount of darkness. In the throat and in the chest, or with the heart pierced; All the corpses looked like a grotesque scene, and the putrid smell of blood took the main focus, while the sound seemed muffled at this point in the story.

And I heard that voice, that voice that had been bothering me so much for a long time.

—I'm sorry…

Soft as a gust of wind, but clinging to a lack of oxygen, the large corpse falls to the ground, the thud re-entering my senses, returning my mind to what seemed to be, my direct path to my own massacre.

Lifting the lamp a little higher, the tall shadow makes its appearance, finally showing that creature. That creature was that man, and almost immediately, my source of illumination escaped from my hands, falling to the ground immediately.

—Pyke? —I asked, my voice waterier than usual.

He took a step towards me, and the now almost non-existent lighting of the lamp illuminates the red bandana with white details in the center, and his eyes narrowed when he saw me. His look was different from the last time I saw him, and I could inevitably feel how that knot in my heart slowly moved to my throat, prohibiting me from being able to speak.

But he didn't mention anything, he just walked away quickly, but I couldn't hear his footsteps.

He couldn't even say goodbye to me with a hug, which caused me to know, realistically, that he had only hallucinated, and that in reality, it was just a murderer, a mercenary who needed to kill the entire crew. And in the distance I heard his hurried footsteps, which finally made me realize my own reality.

Upon hearing a man's scream, I noticed that his accelerated footsteps were approaching, so I could only get away from there.

Maybe that illusion was a lie, or maybe he really came back, but that story already belonged to an ending that not even I could wait for.

My feet were right on the edge of the boat, and with tears in my eyes, I just knew that he had hallucinated. He wasn't coming back, and now his existence would become a blurry memory in my crazy mind.

The shot crossed a path close to my head, so I had no choice but to tilt my body to fall into the void, to the place that had taken my best friend, and now, he claimed my soul as his property. .

My body suddenly collided with the water, and I was clinging to the unmovable boat for a few seconds, and only when the shots stopped, I had the will to swim out, even with the cold in my body, I knew that there was no other way out.

In my mind was the vivid image of him, of the mask on a face that I thought belonged to him, but that, deep down, I knew was just a hallucination.

I painfully continued against the waves of the sea, and the soft wind was now a chilling reminder that only a cold awaited me outside the water.

And unexpectedly, I could feel something roughly grab my foot, dragging my body under the water. Abruptly my mouth swallowed a few drops of the salty liquid, and my body was finally dragged beneath the dawn of the moon.

The sea was that monster that absorbed the souls of sailors, it was a fearful creature that, when you least expect it, drags your body to that end. And that end was me, I was that monster who had found that agony in this tedious and spiteful night.

But it wasn't, and an inhumanly large arm dragged me back to the surface, throwing my body onto the ship.

—Why the hell did you do that? —He asked, most in an angry way.

I touched the water, trying not to lose what little oxygen I had. My breath returned a few seconds later, and my hands landed against the old wood, now damp from the droplets escaping my body.

He was next to me, I can see that a long paper was in his hands, crossing out something that he preferred not to know what it was.

Upon returning to the ground, I raised my body, managing to notice how tall this guy was.

When I found myself I said right with this man, there was only one question in my mind.

—Who are you?

His brow furrowed, just as the weapon in his hands was once again placed in one of his palms. A heavy sigh leaves him.

—Is that the first thing that occurs to you to say? Really?

I gasped sharply, tears returning to my eyes. His voice was the same, it was soft, but it was stricter now. And happiness returned to my soul as if I had returned to a few days ago.

—Pyke... —Almost immediately, I jumped into his arms,—.., it's really you.

He remained stoic, and in my mind, I thought it was because of everything he had been through.

—You're different... but you're still you —I sobbed like a child, and sought refuge in that hug.

His hand wet with his blood refuses to caress my loose locks, so he limits himself to patting my back, with a white T-shirt already covered in stains from previous jobs.

—Ah, holy cow... I thought I lost you —I sighed, my tears wouldn't stop coming—, I'm so happy right now... I just..

I barely managed to separate myself from him, I just wiped away my tears. Although I tried to speak, the memory of the dead people finally brings me back to the events that happened recently.

—Pyke —I called him —, with did you kill them...?

He didn't look confused, and on the contrary, he just responded as if it were as natural as breathing.

—They are on the list.

—What list? —You asked, confused.

Then, I remember the list he was holding a while ago, which I assumed he had saved. With all of my thoughts aligned, and I could only backed away.

—What's going on? —He asked.

—Do you…

But he didn't let me finish because I crashed into a big box full of fish, and he only had to get close to me to corner me.

—Don't say stupid things—He stabbed his weapon against the fish box.

It was as if he wanted to generate something in me, but I couldn't figure out what exactly.

—You will never be on the list.

The closeness between the two was terrifyingly dark for me, but I didn't say anything, I didn't want to keep him away from me, out of the desire to never lose him, but never again.

—But... And the others? —I asked, eager for an answer.

—They? —He responded, confused, —, why are you interested now?

His hand was clinging to the weapon, while with the other he gently played with my loose locks, since that hand had no more blood stains.

—Without them I won't be able to work —I explain, trying to sound kind—besides, I don't understand what the whole problem is going to be like when I get back into murky waters, you know? There is the captain's family who is going to want the ship, some who want to buy it or who will claim me when they see how most of them are murdered and...

—You don't need them —He clarified, his tone now sounding rougher —, you don't need them anymore.

—Come on Pyke, you have to understand that I have to keep paying for things, I have to keep working, or eating, or drinking, or other things... don't you think they can accept me saying that a creature attacked us if the ship is not damaged... ?

I had to stop talking, because he just covered my mouth with the palm of his hand; It was customary for him to do things as uncomfortable as this.

—Stop worrying about those things.

And then he let go of my mouth, while I could feel some heat on my face.

—Even after death you're still the same —I joked, gently taking his hand —, don't take it so personally.

I can feel the nervousness eating away at my mind, trying to stay calm, I just gasp, and he didn't react.

A couple of seconds passed until he just moved his hand, wiping away the remnants of tears on my cheeks.

—Well, I guess we can go back now —I tried to get out of his corner, however, something stopped me—, what's wrong?

—No.

A serious but irritated whisper is heard from his mouth.

—No what..? —I ask, confused.

—You're not leaving. —He grabs my shoulder, pushing me against the large wooden box.

—Pyke, why are you acting so strange...?

—You won't leave again, I won't let the same thing happen to you that happened to me —He assured, imperturbably —, I won't allow any of that.

—But, they're already dead—I try to answer, but the grip on my shoulder becomes painful, rough, starting to hurt me. —. Pyke, you're hurting me.

—No, I won't let anything bad happen to you.

And before I could find a space in his words to respond, he abruptly approached me, almost smashing his lips against mine in a abrupt, brutal and excessively painful way for me.

I whined, I tried to struggle, I even tried to escape from his grasp, but he always found a way to grab me. Before I could do anything, he had already left irreversible marks on my skin, and his teeth so profusely marked on my neck and shoulders were only a mere memory of the night in which, my best friend, and whom I considered my platonic love, came back to life, seeking that affection and ensuring that, inevitably, the ship of which I was part of its crew never to be seen again by any human being

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eddieschains · 2 years ago

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okay i saw you taking requests and ofc i have to make one bc... how tf can i not but also bear with me bc this is my first time ever making an actual request and im scared

so you know when you're in the "less than lovers, more than friends" stage? yes. something like that with joe but he sees you being 'friendly' with some other guy and yk just some fun some jealousy some smut if you're feeling frisky 👀

i did not make any sense and now im gonna dig a hole and kms out of embarrassment. sorry you had to read that.

oh my god im literally so honored that you chose me for your first request 🥲 hopefully i did it justice queen !!

TW: rpf (don’t like it don’t read it), language, drunk sex kinda??, p in v sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it)

You had known Joe for years now. You two went to school together and shared the same friend group. There was always some kind of sexual tension between you two, and it became a running joke between your friends as to when you two were finally going to swallow your pride and start dating. Joe swore that there was nothing, and would always be nothing, between you two other than your regular playful flirting. That was until one new years party and a few too many tequila shots later, when you guys broke your promise, and were soon ripping each other’s clothes off in the bathroom of your best friends house.

And that brings us to now. It’s been a year since then, and you and Joe had practically become inseparable. Despite the fact that you guys fucked like rabbits, and went out for lunch almost every weekend, you both agreed to not make your relationship exclusive. With Joe being away from home a lot, and you constantly working late hours, it would be hard to start and maintain a relationship. So, you just relished in the time you two could spend together.

After a whirlwind year for Joe, he finally was getting a week break for the holidays. Since he hadn’t seen much of his friends all year, he organized the whole group to go out to a club together. Like Joe, you also hadn’t done much other than work all year, so you were excited to get dressed up and give no fucks for a night.

You put on a short black dress showing as much cleavage as possible, some red platform heels, and a thin gold necklace Joe had gifted you for your birthday. Your hair was done in beach waves, and you put it in a high ponytail with a couple pieces framing your face. Your makeup was minimal besides a sharp cat eyeliner, and a bold red lip. Most people might say you were dressed slutty but fuck it. This was a night to let loose and you were going to do exactly that.

Your car was in the shop over the weekend, so Joe had agreed to pick you up. You’d probably be lying to yourself if you said you weren’t dressed like this for him. At least a little bit. You heard your phone ping, signaling a text from Joe saying he was outside. Grabbing your purse, you practically sprinted out the door into his car.

“Oh hey sexy.” Joe greeted you, wiggling his eyebrows up and down.

You laugh, “Hi. Ready to get fucked up?” you respond.

“Always.” He puts the car in gear, and starts driving to the club.

You pull into the parking lot to see all your friends waiting for you. You hop out of the car to be greeted by very loud heys and finallys.

“Oh look, the love birds finally decided to show up.” Your friend Jess said, pulling you into a hug.

“There’s no love birds here.” You gave Jess a look, telling her to shut up.

“That’s right, they’re just fuck buddies.” Wesley joins in. You roll your eyes and strut inside of the club.

The night was going great. Joe reserved an entire section in the back of the club for everyone to hang out and catch up when you weren’t cutting shapes on the dance floor.

Joe had his arm wrapped around you all night, making the love bird jokes a little harder to dispute. Once you had a few drinks, you were feeling a little frisky, you excused yourself to the dance floor.

You’re swaying your hips and tapping your feet to the sound of the music when you feel a pair of hands on your hips. You turn around to see a tall blonde man smirking at you, hands on your hips moving your body with him to the beat.

The two of you don’t exchange any words, you just start grinding into each other letting the music take you. His hands are roaming up and down your body before they land on your ass. Your arms find their way around the boys shoulders while his lips find theirs on your neck.

You continue grinding into him, small moans leaving your mouth until suddenly, your arm is being yanked from him and you’re dragged outside of the club.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” It’s Joe. He’s staring down at you with a look in his eyes you’ve never seen before.

“What the fucks wrong with me? What the fucks wrong with you?!” He spits at you. You’re confused. He can’t be mad at you for dancing with someone else, you two aren’t even together.

“Are you jealous Joe?” You say with a condescending tone. He just laughs at you.

“You can’t be jealous Joe, you and i are not together. And if i remember correctly, you’re the one who originally wanted it that way.”

“That doesn’t mean you can just throw yourself at any guy who gives you attention.” He knows that presses a button.

“Fuck you Joe. You don’t get to sit here and tell me i can’t have fun or i can’t fuck someone else.”

His eyes drop. “Are you fucking other people?” Silence. “Y/N, are you fucking other people?” He raises his voice.

“Like i said, we’re not together. We’re not exclusive. You expect me, a grown woman, to sit here while you’re gone for months at a time and just wait around for you?”

“Just because we’re not in a relationship doesn’t mean i’m okay with you shagging other guys.” He’s still yelling. You’re sure you’re bringing attention to yourselves, but that’s not exactly on the forefront of your mind. You need him to know he can’t pick and choose when he wants you.

“That’s not how it fucking wor-“ His hands grab your face as he pushes his lips on yours. You can’t help but to give in. You pull him closer to you as your tongue finds its way into his mouth.

He pulls away, “Follow me.” He wraps his hand around your wrist, pulling you back into the club. He leads you straight to the bathrooms and you know exactly what’s about to go down.

You two stumble your way into a one stall bathroom as he locks the door behind him. You can see the tent poking through his trousers as the heat between your legs starts growing.

“Face the mirror.” He commands. You do as he says, leaning over the sink and gripping onto the sides of it.

He lifts the bottom of your dress up and tears your panties off, earning a groan from you. His fingers immediately reach

for your pussy and he starts rubbing circles on your clit. You feel him grinding himself into your ass as his other hand reaches around your neck.

“Tell me you want me. Tell me you want my cock inside of you and no one else.” He’s looking at you through the mirror, rubbing faster circles around your clit.

“I want you Joe. I want your cock and no one else’s. I want you to fuck me like you own me.” He groans in your ear and removes his fingers from your cunt.

He pulls his pants down, his boxers with them before slapping your ass. The pain makes you wince, but it doesn’t last long because before you know it he’s shoving his cock all the way inside of you.

“Holy- fuck Joe!” You scream out. You’re sure people outside can hear you but you couldn’t give less of a shit right now.

“Fuck babe you’re so fuckin tight. Gonna make me cum too fast.” He’s pounding in and out of you at an unhuman rate. Your body starts to go limp, and you hang your head lower, focusing on your grip on the sink to keep you from falling down.

Joe wraps his hand around your neck and brings your head back up.

“Uh-uh. Look at yourself in the mirror.” He gives you no choice but to look at yourself.

Seeing the way your mouth involuntarily hangs open as he drives his cock deeper inside of you.

“See that? See how good i’m making you feel? There’s no way anyone else could make you feel this good. Such a dirty fucking girl.” His words make your pussy clench around him. You can feel his cock twitch inside you and you know he’s close.

His hand releases it’s hold on your neck and starts to focus back on your clit, trying to bring you over the edge.

“Oh my god Joe. Please don’t- fuck- don’t stop. Please please please.” You feel tears forming in your eyes as you beg him for a release. You see him nod through the mirror, allowing you to cum. Your body tenses up as a wave of pleasure washes over you, making you lose your balance once again.

Joe grabs onto your hips to both hold you up and give him more leverage to fuck into you, now chasing his own orgasm.

“Baby- oh shit- baby i’m gonna cum. M’gonna fucking cum!” He barely finishes his sentence before you feel his load dripping out of you and down your leg. He stays inside for a few minutes, places kisses along your back before slowly pulling out.

You fix your dress and your hair as he pulls his pants back up.

“Don’t talk to me like that ever again.” Joe says.

You smirk at his words, “If i speak to you like that again will you fuck me like that again?”

He rolls his eyes and smacks your ass. “Shut up. Now you can go back to grinding on that fucker with my cum dripping out of your cunt.”

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tmwcs · 1 year ago

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HHP Chapter 13 Part 1

Here we go! Chapter 13! I love this chapter, i think chapters 11 (though it pained me...) 12, and 13 are my favorite. sorry this isnt proofread. I just was so excited to get it to you guys.

“Ah you look beautiful babe. My beautiful fiancé.” Sunghoon claims as his eyes narrow with admiration upon seeing Vicky, his fiancé.

“Thanks babe. Ready to head out? What time was our reservation again?” Vicky responds back, as she tenderly kisses his cheek and holds on to his hand, allowing him to guide her down the stairway of his lavish two-story apartment.

“We got time. It’s not for another hour, wanna go out for a walk on the boardwalk?” he asks. She nods in response.

Taking the elevator down, he tells her to wait for him near the entrance where the residential guard stands firmly checking for proof of residence in the exclusive estate. Waiting as her gown gently waves against the gentle breeze, her phone rings. Looking at the screen, the caller ID reflects “Ethan”.

“Ethan?” She answers, someone confused, considering that they had not spoken since the breakup.

“Hey, I don’t have a lot of time to explain, but I need you to do something…”

His words were calm yet there was a sense of desperation and panic in the delivery of his words. His voice was deep and low, and it sounded nearly violent, the girl could tell he was angry, though she had never witnessed or heard him at this level before, not even when they were dating.

“Is everything alright? What happe-“ Vicky’s words were cut off.

“I’ll have to explain later, but it’s important you do exactly what I say….”

Judging by his words she could already tell…

“Is y/n in trouble?”

“……..Yeah.”

Vicky and yourself had been texting each other weekly, with the group chat that involved the girls and Emily, it had been almost daily that you all interacted by sharing jokes, gossip, or expressing how much you all had missed Vicky. Yet, the last phone conversation she had with you, she recalled the moment when you had asked her about a particular person, one that she had her own terrible experience with.

“Does this involve Tiff?”

“Yeah…and I’m pretty sure it involves a guy that she’s with. Someone name Scott.”

Vicky shook at the name. She knew the name…

Back when Tiff had tormented her upon finding out that she, a new Freshman at the high school that both Ethan and Tiff had attended as Seniors, was dating the desirable Ethan, who had called it quits with Tiff just nearly six months prior to meeting and dating Vicky. Tiff had messed everything up, yet she yearned for Ethan like plants yearn for the sun. She had a possessive streak going for the man, and Vicky heard of all the rumors on her conduct whenever he was away on trips or at the basketball camp as a volunteer.

Vicky knew that her moral compass didn’t point to north, at least back then it didn’t, so she would never judge Tiff’s mistakes that ultimately led to the downfall of their relationship, since Vicky herself made the same ones. Yet she was at least willing to accept and admit that she was wrong, and handled the situation gracefully when Ethan told her it was over. But there was also something else that made her willing to accept it….long before Ethan even confronted her on the manner with you beside her bed as she cried, when he informed her that he knew of her infidelity.

Flashbacks of when she still resided and attended Decellis University, when she was still living as your roommate. The moment she saw you, she knew what her friends and everyone else had thought. It was easy. Even though she was glamorous and primp with her expensive clothing that Gabe bought her, which she eventually ditched along with him, she was still a pretty girl without all the accessories. But she knew, with or without the lavish materials, she would never be a goddess in everyone’s eyes like you were. She didn’t really mind it, for she had a moment where your appearance stunned her. Sure, was Korean, and she matched the strict beauty standards yet with you, you had a different appeal being that you were born of the nationality and ethnicity you were blessed with. Not only that, but you were just purely….beautiful. That’s how you were viewed by everyone.

With Ethan, you were the world to him. She could see it in his eyes.

She recalled the moment that when he first met you, the way he stared and stood up for you when you felt harassed by Gabe’s pressure, which she ultimately wished she would have done something more about it back then. Yet, as it turns out, she didn’t need to. Event’s and days following after Ethan meeting you, any moment that she glanced over to him, the way his eyes appeared matte black, lacking all shine and life as they became lifeless and dull as he looked at you.

Never noticing as you were always attentive to your studies, if it wasn’t that, you were royally committed to the man who didn’t deserve you, despite Vicky knowing, she didn’t want to pry. She knew you were happy and left you as such. Yet, she knew Ethan wasn’t. Never confronting him on the matter, she could tell that the man was dying inside. His eyes, they only looked lifeless because they were, every time he looked at you and studied your features, not even trying to be sneaky about it despite Vicky being right next to him, his eyes became dull because seeing you while knowing that you didn’t belong to him drained his soul. He was dead, truly, he had no life in his body, not unless he could have you. Yes, you.

It was hard for her to admit it, internally. Vicky could see the signs, yet she couldn’t find herself to be to upset, because she herself was not like you. She didn’t necessarily feel in love, she felt joy, blissful, and the effects of desire, which Ethan had no trouble initiating with any woman he came across. It all came naturally. Yet, Vicky questioned if she truly loved him.

She loved the way he fucked her in the locker room. She loved the way he moved his body, the way he memorized hers, and the way he knew what to do with his hands and his mouth when he thrusted. She loved the fact that he brought her the most pleasure, the most beloved and memorable pleasure she has and will ever feel. He was a God, he was a devil, he was both demonic and angelic. God, the way he can make a woman feel…

But, did she love him?

Realizing the moment, she caught on to Ethan’s habit of staring at you, biting his lip as he bounced his knee, like he was nervous or experiencing some sort of anxiety or panic attack, but it wasn’t any of those things. He carried and exhibited habits that she never saw before, not in the years of her dating him, and yet, there he was doing them whenever you were around. He was yearning for you. You being around him was the same effect of dangling raw meat in front of a wolf.

But even though she didn’t love him, she found it hard to let him go. Because she knew, she had the capabilities to love him, she could have loved him and would have, but his combability with her was just not there. She thought that maybe within time, he would change and become more adaptable, yet Ethan had this manner about him, like he didn’t need you to worry about anything. Yet, it just never dawned on her that the man didn’t change not because of time, he had plenty of it. He didn’t change because he wasn’t with the right woman.

‘He loves her…and yet, she loves the boy who doesn’t love her back.’

There were days and nights that Vicky couldn’t sleep, she wondered if she should have broken it off with Ethan sooner and aid him in pursuing you. She felt bad for him, truthfully, she did. Of all the years that she knew this man, never in that time did she ever see him like this. He was going crazy. Yet, out of her own selfishness, she wanted to keep him around. Between that and you, being completely unaware as you were focused on your studies and Samuel, the man was just being eaten up inside by a beast, waiting to be unleashed. Perhaps it was good that everything happened the way that it did, for there were times she wondered, if she hadn’t accepted and let him go the way that she did, or if you had remained unaware of his desire for you, had Samuel and you not broken up, she feared that Ethan would have transformed into a monster that would have eventually snapped, therefore, would have devoured you rather than contain you like the butterfly in a glass jar. Inch by inch, Vicky noticed, Ethan was becoming more dangerous as each passing moment went by.

Realizing everything, while being called out for her foolishness, she never could be angry at you or Ethan. As fate would have it, there was someone that was waiting for her here, a man that she grew to love in just moments after meeting him, Sunghoon.

With you, she knew you were good for Ethan, at least, you would have ceased his hunger, thus taming the man. You weren’t good to have around…

You were a requirement.

Because without you, who knows what that man would have done. Had he not seen you, not met you, not heard the sound of your voice, life would have just went on. But the truth of the matter was…

He did see you. He did hear your voice. He met you. He heard you say his name. He touched your skin. He saw you smile. He saw the way you loved a man. He saw…

YOU.

At that point, there was no going back. If things had not worked out the way that they did, Vicky feared that the possibility of you being gone, nowhere to be found, along with Ethan, constantly devoured by the man’s affections…no, it wouldn’t be ‘affection’ at that point, the man would have feasted on you. He would have taken you and engorged you all for himself. You would have never known, and deep-down Vicky still felt that till this very day, you still didn’t, you have no clue that whether you had wanted to be or not, you were a requirement in keeping the devil from emerging. If she herself would have had to sacrifice him, while also sacrificing you had you been reluctant, she would have, for the sake of others and the world. For there was no way she was going to stand idly by and let the man continue turning into a monster.

Yes, Vicky did mess up and she did make the same mistakes as Tiff, so therefore she would never judge.

But that was where she drew the line. Unlike Vicky, Tiff couldn’t let Ethan go. She could understand the pain of looking forward to a future without having his touch and experiencing his abilities in issuing out the best, chest heaving orgasm any woman has ever had, the man was blessed, and he had the gift without requiring experience in knowing how to do it, unlike most men.

Tiff was awful. She was terrible. The way she had tormented Vicky when she was just 16, dating Ethan as he was about to graduate high school and start college. She recalled the times where she nearly broke it off just for the mere fact that she couldn’t take the girl’s torturous behavior towards her. The sad part was, Ethan didn’t even know half of it…

A sudden flashback occurred where Ethan was away volunteering at the basketball camp, as usual. Vicky was on school grounds with her friends, practicing cheer routines. Upon conducting a rigorous movement where a pyramid formation was the finishing pose, Vicky was atop of the formation. Never seeing it coming, something had bulldozed into the formation, causing Vicky to topple horrendously to the ground. Had it not been for one of the male cheerleaders to interfere with her fall, it she would have broken her neck. Instead, thanks to him, she got by with just a scar from a wound on her wrist, that occurred from hitting the bleacher stand nearby.

She couldn’t be sure, but after experiencing Tiff’s torment, she had a feeling. The only thing was, Tiff was nowhere to be found within the area.

The cheerleaders all looked around the general area, looking to see what had hit them. It was a man, a man of very large build and stature.

“Huh, sorry about that.” He claims with a terrible smile on his face.

“Just practicing.” He claims.

“For what? You could have seriously hurt us!” one of the male cheerleaders yelled out.

“You’re all fine, just shut up for a minute.” He directed his sights towards Vicky, as well as the female cheerleaders who all surrounded her to attend to her wounds.

“Wow, you’re all really pretty. Are you all models?” the man claimed.

The girls all shook their heads, as did Vicky. There was something about the man that didn’t sit right. He was pushy, in a sense that she just knew there was something he was after.

“Well, I’m an agent, director, and photographer. Here’s my card, you all should give me a call sometime. I can get you gigs real quick…” he hands out the cards, when handing one over to Vicky, he leaned in and whispered…

“I’ll be expecting to hear back, especially from you. Not just because you’re beautiful, but also, she’ll get mad…”

Vicky’s spine had raged with a sudden chill. She just knew he meant Tiff. Looking at the card, the name that appeared read “Scott”.

Vicky never called, and fortunately Ethan came back the next day. She never told him the exact events that took place, but she sometimes wish she would have. Instead, she remained steady by his side. Since he knew of the other stuff Tiff had done, the minor stuff such as spreading false gossip and issuing stare downs, since Tiff was always so careful to never do the serious tortures in front of him, he always watched over Vicky like a hawk. That was enough to keep Tiff at bay since she couldn’t have access to Vicky and do those awful things to her, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t continue with the gossips.

It was nearly a week after the incident at practice and meeting, Vicky had noted the absence of one of her cheerleaders, who had missed practice for five days. Seemingly fed up, Vicky went over to the girl’s house to see what her problem was. Discovering her reason, was something that Vicky was not prepared for, nor did she wish that she had found out.

Upon arriving at the girl’s house, her parents, who had known and treated Vicky as their own daughter, were reluctant to let her in. Finally, after some convincing, they allowed her to go upstairs and see the girl.

Entering the room, the lights were off, the blinds closed, and there she was, sitting on the floor with her head down on her knees. Her hair was immensely oily, it was obvious she hadn’t showered for days. Sensing that something was wrong, and that the girl had a valid reason for missing practice, Vicky approached the girl and tried to comfort her, since it was apparent that she was experiencing depression of some sort.

Seeing Vicky, the girl broke down and shuddered with a tremble that she’s never seen before. Asking her what happened, the girl merely pulled out her phone, and accessed a website….

What Vicky saw, her heart sank.

‘Is this…her?’ Vicky thought to herself as she continued watching a recording that was published, displaying the girl tied up, restrained, and fearful. Seeing a group of naked bodies appearing all around, Vicky read the description and title of the video…

“Cheerleader slut gets a mouthful.”

Vicky couldn’t continue. Shutting off the phone, she already could surmise what had happened. Her heart felt like it dropped into her stomach.

She didn’t even ask, the girl started to speak. She explained how she called that man, Scott, inquiring about a modeling gig. He coordinated a date and time and appeared. At first, the setup was like a legitimate photoshoot, but when things took a turn for the worse, that’s when the girl tried to leave, only to be held against her will as they did the unspeakable to her body. Her missing practice was due to the amount of police statements and reports made, yet the only thing she and her family could do was press charges for the upload, since the males were all the same age as her, all of Scott’s ‘friends’ which came in all shapes, sizes, and different ages. Since Scott himself didn’t upload the material himself, one of his fellow ‘friends’ who was of the same age as her and Vicky, there wasn’t a whole lot, plus with the legal fees, it was nearly impossible for her to get justice against the real culprit.

Vicky never saw her again after that. She didn’t know what happened to that poor girl, and she would sometimes think about her. Wondering whatever happened to her. How can anyone recover from that?

Upon hearing Ethan mentioning the name, the flashback triggered her brain into remembering that traumatizing event, which she never relayed to Ethan…until the moment he said his name…

“Scott? Did you say Scott?”

“You know him?”

………………..

Briefly explaining what he had done, Ethan was silent. So was she.

Your face flashes through her mind. It flashes through his. Seeing Sunghoon pull up with his lavish car, Vicky waves at him for a second, the image of your smile appears. That beautiful smile that she admired, and the kindness that she loved and adored for she had grown to love you as a friend and as a sister.

‘We are family, silly.’

She recalls telling you shortly after she had moved here and met the love of her life. Just like through her, Ethan met the love of his life.

“Ethan, tell me what I need to do.”

“…You still engaged?”

Caught slightly off guard, Vicky nods as she responds. “Uh…yeah.”

“Did he give you a ring?”

“…Yeah…”

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thewatcher727 · 2 years ago

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Tumblr Exclusive One Shot: Omega's Quest For Societal Integration

The sound of laughter and chatter filled the cozy living room of Amy Rose's cottage as Sonic and his friends gathered for a much-anticipated get-together. Team Dark - Shadow the Hedgehog, Rouge the Bat, and E-123 Omega - were seated at a separate table in the corner of the room, seemingly keeping to themselves. However, despite their stoic demeanor, they were just as caught up in the festivities as the rest of the group.

Shadow was his usual quiet self, nursing his drink as he watched the others with a reserved expression. Rouge, on the other hand, was in high spirits, chatting and joking with the rest of the gang. Omega was deep in thought, his eyes fixed on the table in front of him as he considered some problem that only he knew.

E-123 Omega was on a mission to improve his social skills. He was tired of being the lone robot, always on the outskirts of conversations and group gatherings. He wanted to make friends and be a part of the group.

Rouge, fully aware of his mission, offered a curt nod. "Omega, if you're really serious about making friends, why don't you go and talk to Blaze? She's relatively new to the group."

Omega's head rotated towards the opposite end of the room. Amidst the laughter and chatter, Blaze the Cat could be seen sitting quietly by herself, sipping on a cup of tea. Despite being a bit of an introvert, Blaze was having a good time. She was content to sit back and observe the others, a small smile on her face as she took in the festive atmosphere.

His circuits lit up with excitement. He was nervous, but he was determined to make a good impression. "Affirmative."

Rouge chimed in with a soft giggle. "Just remember, Omega, first impressions are everything. Make sure to be polite and friendly. You want to leave a lasting impression, don't you?"

With that, Omega set off towards Blaze, his metal feet clanging on the ground with each step. He approached her, and she looked up in surprise as the giant robot loomed over her.

"Greetings," Omega said. "I'm E-123 Omega, and I wanted to say hello."

Blaze raised an eyebrow, eyeing the robot warily. "Hello," she said cautiously.

Omega beamed, pleased that his social skills were already improving. He then leaned down, patting Blaze on the head. "Good kitty!"

Blaze's eyes went wide and she leapt to her feet, her fur standing on end. "What did you just call me?"

Shadow sighed in disappointment, while Rouge stifled a giggle. Omega was oblivious to the reactions of his two friends as he was focused on making a good impression on Blaze.

Confusion sparked in the robot's orbs. "I called you kitty."

Blaze was incensed. "I am not a kitty!" she hissed. "I am Blaze the Cat, Princess of the Sol Dimension! How dare you call me something so demeaning and disrespectful!"

Omega's circuits flickered as he processed this information. "… Affirmative. My apologies."

Blaze let out a deep sigh and shook her head. "It's fine," she said, her tone softening slightly. "Just don't call me kitty again, okay?"

With that, Omega walked back over to Shadow and Rouge, who witnessed the whole spectacle from their positions. "How did I do?" he asked, eager for their approval.

Shadow and Rouge exchanged a knowing look before turning to Omega with a smile. The latter spoke up and winked at her teammate. "You did great, Omega. Keep it up and you'll be a social butterfly in no time."

Omega beamed with pride, not realizing that his friends were just humoring him. He was determined to keep working on his social skills, and with a little more practice, he would be the most sociable robot in all of Sonic's world. Shadow and Rouge exchanged a look, both feeling a mix of amusement and disappointment at Omega's social blunder. But they knew that with a little more practice, Omega would soon become a pro at making friends and leaving lasting impressions on those he met.

And who knows, maybe one day, Omega and Blaze would become the best of friends.

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firetextskpop · 3 years ago

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Hi, I love your writing, and I had a small request.

Could you perhaps do a SVT Vernon scenario (I haven't seen many fics of him these days) where both him and the reader like each other, but with Vernon being reserved, reader gets hurt and confused unnecessarily, and decides to find out whether he likes them or not, by flirting with another guy (maybe another member, if you wish). Vernon gets jealous and just, some dom smut?

I use she/her, but a neutral fic would be just fine.

A/N: Ooo yes! Also I haven't seen much Vernon lately either and I really like this idea!

Warning: Smut, Vernon has Dom tendencies, fem!bodied reader, oral (f receiving), He spits on it, unprotected sex.

The tall man stood across from you with a smile. Sure, he was handsome, with dark short hair, cunning eyes, a wonderful bright smile, but he's not who you wanted. Who you wanted sat a table or two behind you staring daggers into the previously mentioned man. This all started because you were tired of playing mind games with Hansol. One moment he'd be flirtatious, joking, sweet, and protective over you, and others he'd actively avoid you. You understood that he had his days he'd like to be alone, but this felt different. When you'd ask him how he felt, he smiled, stroke your cheek with his thumb, and proceed with whatever he was doing. As the man across from you said that he'd like to invite you to a very exclusive party, your eyes lit up. "I'd love to go!" Suddenly Vernon's voice followed. "But unfortunately, she's busy." His arm now snuck around your waist. The other man chuckles and decides to entertain the newcomer. "And who are you?" Hansol's eyes get dark and narrow with fury. "The one she's busy with." He says then looks at you. "We're ready when you're done here." That is the last thing he said before returning back to the group and out to the car. You bit your bottom lip slightly nervous and also turned on by the way he handled the situation. "I-I'm so sorry." Hastily you apologized. "It's no problem. Sooo, are you~?" A second goes by before you respond. "Yes, maybe another time?" You suggest. The tone of your voice indicates to the man that you did not want to actually meet again. He smirks and agrees. Before you could say your goodbyes, your phone rings. The caller I.D. tells you that it's Vernon calling, so you answered. "Hel-" "I better see you outside and in this car in the next minute." He lowly whispers then hangs up. Briefly, you look at your phone to verify and look back at the gentleman. "I have to go. I apologize." You relay the message and say your goodbyes. The second you're out of the building and in the car, the other 3 men are teasing Vernon and he pats the seat next to him for you to sit. Reluctantly you sat there. "What's with you?" You ask, arms crossed. "What's with me? You were over there flirting with some high and mighty punk after we invited you to lunch." He angrily expresses. "I'm sorry for leaving so suddenly but that doesn't excuse what you did." The car came to an abrupt stop at that moment. "What else am I supposed to do when the person I like starts flirting with other people in front of me." Nothing but the silence was heard in the compact vehicle until you all arrived back at their dorms. The other members get out of the car first so you two can have a private moment. "Vernon... why wouldn't you just tell me how you felt?"You now asked with your head in your hands. "I thought actions speak louder than words." He mumbled. "Do you not know how you've been acting? You run away from me anytime we get close enough then stop talking to me until it's convenient for you." Finally, he looks at you. "I apologize for sending the wrong message." His hand grabbed ahold of yours and he placed small pecks on the backside. "I love you so much. I want to be with you for the rest of my life" He whispered against your skin as he kissed up your arm to your neck. "Han-Hansol." You moaned. He pulled away from marking up your neck and took you straight to his room.

Once the both of you enter the room, he locks his door and tosses you onto his bed. Slowly, he moves closer to you. Your hands met the lining of his pants. "Is this what you want baby?" He asks lightly brushing the palm of his hand against your cheek. "Y-yes. You're all I want." Hansol leans down to kiss your lips. "Let me know if anything is off-limits. Okay, Princess?" You nod and he pushes you back onto the bed softly. Both of your lips met and it felt heavenly. His hands moved up your body carefully as he began undressing you. When you go to undress him, he stops you. "Let me please you baby." He mumbles against you. Kisses now trailed down your stomach and legs to your core. He licks one big strip up your core before delving in for more. Unable to catch your breath, you grip onto his hair and moan his name aloud. Sounds from your core become louder as he sucks on your clit and adds two fingers to the mix. Your grip gets tighter and he pulls back a bit. A glob of spit forcefully hits your clit and he replaces his mouth with his thumb, rubbing your clit in circles. "Think you can take me yet babe?" He asks kissing up your thigh again. Eagerly you nod causing Vernon to smile. The hand inside of you continued to work as he unbuttons his pants and pulls down his underwear. "Are you ready love?" He asks rubbing himself against your thigh. "Yes please." Now aligning himself to your core, he slowly pushed into you. Since you had not been adjusted to his size, Hansol sat for a moment. Once you were ready for him to move you tapped him and he got the message. With his forehead pressed against yours, Vernon started thrusting into you slowly. Moans and groans ripped from both of your throats. You opened your eyes to meet with his and he leans down to kiss you. "Such a good girl." Kiss. "Taking me so perfectly" Kiss. "Like you were made for me." Kiss again. Gradually, he picked up his pace and this made your back arch more and more. Your hands went to touch him and he quickly pinned them above your head. Putting both of your hands under one of his, he reached down to rub at your clit. The feeling of your orgasm approaching intensified. "Cum for me princess. Please." Hansol grunts aloud. Chants of his name leave your mouth as you cum on him. He finally releases and stills inside of you. Sounds of your pants and trying to catch your breath fill the room. "I love you so much." He confesses again. "I love you too Hansol" You tell him and kiss him. "Please be mine," Vernon asks while massaging your hips. A smile spreads across your face as you accept his offer. A loud knock is heard before you hear Dino yell. "Why do you sound like a bear when you nut?" Clearly, this question was aimed towards your now boyfriend. "You stay out there perv!" Vernon responds and begins cuddling up to you.

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roo-bastmoon · 2 years ago

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Saw your not understanding Tae ask & I don't think Tae is 'clingy' to JK or seeks attention from him. Tkkrs exaggerate & say he's flirting, but imo he just tries to (awkwardly) overcompensate for the 'distance' between them with jokes. An unpopular opinion, but Tae being visible buddies with JK is in Jimin's best interest because Tkkrs can no longer blame him for the 'separation'... No one thinks Jhope is crossing boundaries kissing JK, so don't fall into shipper logic! Tae wd never hurt JM...

Mm yes and no, you have good points!! Let me start by saying I don’t think Tae would betray anyone. But I do think he’s especially clingy with JK and I think that by watching unedited original content.

Tae and JK haven’t been distant in years. The cult will blame Jimin for breathing. But Tae often grabs JK, pulls him close, pets and strokes him, stares at him, holds his gaze, mentions details about him and hanging out with him a lot, holds his hand, plays with his hair, wipes his tears, and seeks him out. He does this with ALL his members, but if JK is in the room, it likely happens with JK the most.

I can see why people interpret it as sexual or romantic but personally that’s not the vibe I get. Tae is tactile with everyone (if he likes you) and boundaries don’t exist in Tae-world. It’s perfectly natural for him to watch you pee, share your chopsticks, or sleep on top of you. None of this is exclusive intimacy reserved for just JK. So I don’t clock it as flirting. I clock it as a desire for connection.

I don’t think any of the guys would ever knowingly hurt anyone; they are young and still maturing and sometimes fail to be considerate in certain moments, but no one in BTS is a selfish asshole. It’s why I love the group—because I can love them all as individuals too.

I am guessing Tae needs affection and loves attention. I think his separation from his parents at a young age might play into it. I am guessing it’s partly why he’s such a compassionate person, who adores children and wants a big family. Tae is super affectionate with BTS and Wooga because they are his extended family.

Maybe he’s more “clingy” with JK because age dynamics allow him to initiate more (though honestly Tae is not a stickler for decorum like Jimin is—if he wants a dumpling then he will eat it, if he wants to cuddle you then you can scream hajima all day long but you’re getting cuddled.) Maybe he just has really good chemistry with JK. It’s not a threat to Jikook if so.

Jimin used to need a lot of attention and reassurance and he’d get clingy too. (And JK used to monitor it a bit obsessively in my opinion—not that I’m into a “jealous” narrative, but JK carefully, sometimes even anxiously, watched Jimin do everything). There’s a bit less of that now. Jimin still hugs and smiles and compliments other people but he passes up chances to flirt or do heavy skinship now—he acts like someone already in a deeply committed relationship (to me).

Over time, Jimin has become more reserved, private, even cautious at times. And JK seems far less anxious when Jimin does give his attention to others or receive attention from others. It’s like they learned where the right boundaries are for them.

I think everyone is just growing up and getting comfortable in their own skin. But no matter what, they are all still very loving toward each other, which is very unique (and takes some intentional work to remain close, I’d imagine).

Now me personally, I wouldn’t drape myself over someone in a relationship nor would I mention fire and water stuff that would feed shippers’ imaginations. But I’m me. They are them. Tae has every right to be as close to JK as JK is comfy with. And Jimin and the other members seem completely unfazed by the antics (and JK never looks like he hates it—he will sometimes initiate too), so I must conclude while I can’t really understand what’s “normal” here, this works for all of them. So it’s all good. There is nothing nefarious going on here. :-)

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softyn · 4 years ago

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Scintilia | Han Jisung

Scintilia (n): a tiny, brilliant flash; a small thing; a barely visible trait

Summary: Jisung knew he fucked up when he told his friends he had a girlfriend when he actually hadn’t, but he fucked up even more when he started to have feelings for the girl he asked to be his fake girlfriend.

wc: 5k

genre: fake dating! au, fluff, angst

warnings: some curse words, a little make out session.

a/n: I wasn’t really going to post this for Jisung’s bday buuuuut I just finished it so ^^ Happy Jisung day! I hope you have an amazing day 🤍🥺 Stay love you!🥰 (sorry for the end of the au its actually shit lmao but it’s 2am and I falling asleep sjhedjh)

You looked out of your classroom’s window; This class was taking too long and you were hungry enough not to focus on it anymore.

You looked at the people who were sitting in the garden, either enjoying their free period or skipping classes.

Among them, you spotted Felix, your classmate, with his group of friends, laughing at something one of them said.

Their group was pretty popular at your university, they were known to be quite friendly, handsome, athletic, and good students, and you wouldn’t be joking if you said that more than half of the university would die to date them.

You only knew Felix for sharing some classes with you and once, you were paired up to do a project together and, to be honest, it was a lot of fun and you enjoyed doing the project with him even though you barely knew each other.

Suddenly, the sound of the loud alarm indicating that the class was over interrupted your thoughts.

You jumped from your seat and, quickly, picked up all your things. You were starving and you wasted no time in texting your friend to meet you at your favorite ramen place so you could eat together.

“Text me once you arrive home.” Your friend told you.

“I will.” After you said goodbye to your friend, you headed to your dorm, but what you didn’t expect when you arrived there was to find one of Felix’s friends waiting in front of your door.

You frowned and checked the floor and the door number, thinking that maybe, you got off the wrong floor, but indeed, this was your dorm.

“Excuse me.” You said, trying to catch the boy’s attention.

He turned around and seemed surprised to see you there like he wasn't expecting you to appear at all.

"Do you need anything?" You asked.

He opened his mouth, finding the correct words until he finally decided to introduce himself.

"Yeah, hi! I'm Han Jisung, I live a couple of doors from here." He said, pointing with his thumb to the left, where his dorm was. "Also, I'm Felix's friend, you know him, right?"

You nodded quietly surprised to hear that he was your neighbor.

“I wanted to talk to you about something.” He said with a shy smile. “Do you wanna go for a walk meanwhile?

You looked at him and you squinted your eyes.

Why would he suddenly want to go for a walk with you?

“Actually, It’s kinda late you know...” You said, looking for your keys.

“Y/N, please! I really need your help!” He begged, holding your hands in his. “I just... I really fucked up and I know we barely know each other but... I’ll do whatever you want to just please, help me!”

Taken aback by his behavior, you looked around in case someone was watching you and you sighed.

You opened the front door of your dorm and offered him to enter.

“Okay so...” You started saying but you were interrupted by Jisung.

“Will you be my girlfriend?” He suddenly asked, making you choke on your saliva.

“WHAT?”

“It doesn’t have to be real! Like, you can be my fake girlfriend, you know?” He said nervously.

“And why on the earth would you want to have a fake girlfriend?!” You asked confused.

Jisung blushed slightly and looked at his feet. “I told my friends I had a girlfriend so they now want to meet her.” He explained but for the look from your face he understood that you needed much more explanation. “It scaled so quickly, they were saying that I’m a chicken and I couldn’t ask a girl out and I told them I had a girlfriend just to shut their mouths but I didn’t think of the consequences.” He said.

You stayed in silence, examining his face. “I see...”

Suddenly, the ringing of your phone startled the both of you.

“Shitshitshit.” You said when you saw it was your friend Sohye the one calling you.

“Sorry! Sorry, sorry I totally forgot to text you, I’m already at home.” You said after you picked it up.

“You scared me dickhead!” Your friend yelled at you.

“I’m sorry, something came up and I totally forgot.”

“Is everything okay?” Sohye asked.

“Yeah, don’t worry, see you tomorrow?”

“Yeah, oh! And don’t forget I have a really important exam tomorrow, I won’t be able to eat lunch with you.” She said.

“Yeah, yeah, good night.”

“Good night y/n.”

You hung up and looked at Jisung.

“Don’t tell me it was your boyfriend?! Or girlfriend?! Oh my God, I’m so sorry, I should have asked you first.” He said, covering his mouth with his hands.

You giggled and shook your head. “It was my friend and don’t worry, I don’t have a partner.” You informed.

“Ok, so...” He said.

“What do I get in return?” You asked.

He seemed to be relieved that you didn’t say no, but that didn’t mean that you would say yes either.

“I can treat you to food every time we’re together.” He asked.

Ouch.

That was such a good offer.

“Deal.” You said, shaking hands with Jisung.

You spent the night discussing your “relationship”, how you two met, where, who confessed first... But of course, you also set some rules; The skinship and PDA were exclusively reserved for when the boys were around, no touching and of course, he wouldn’t brag about you doing “the dirty” because you would not only tell his friends everything was a lie, but you would also slap him in the face.

“Okay so long story short, we know each other because we are neighbors, one day I asked you out and after a few more dates I officially asked you to be my girlfriend but we never said anything because you wanted to keep it low.” Jisung recapitulated.

“We’ve been dating for five months now, don’t forget about it.” You added.

“Oh yeah, true.”

“And we will break up in two months.” You added again.

“Yeah, I remember that as well but there’s no need to tell them that.” Jisung giggled

“Hey, baby.” A voice behind you said, startling you.

You turned around and saw Jisung with a big smile.

The boy pecked your lips softly then he took your backpack and hung it on his shoulder, placing his other hand on your lower back, guiding you to the table where his friends were.

You could feel the looks of disbelief, not only from Jisung's friends but from all the people who were there, on you, making you feel uncomfortable.

“Hey guys, this is Y/N, my girlfriend.” Jisung’s friends looked at you in astonishment while Jisung introduced them to you.

Felix frowned his eyebrows looking at both of them.

You found quite funny his reaction, he seemed to be confused.

“You’re dating Y/L/N Y/N?” He asked.

“Yeah,” Jisung said and smiled at you, sitting down next to you.

“Since when?” He asked again.

“We’ve been dating for five months already but I asked him not to say anything, I wanted to keep it low for a while, sorry.” You said with a shy smile.

You really wanted to pat yourself on the back right now, you never knew you were such a great actor.

“No, it’s okay... we understand.” Chan said with a soft smile.

“How much did he pay you?” One of them asked you.

“Minho hyung!” Jisung complained.

You couldn’t help but laugh but you weren’t really sure if it was because his question was kinda funny, the fact that he actually was paying you with food or just because you were really nervous.

The rest of the guys laughed as well, even though he sounded quite serious when he asked you, they all seemed to take it as a joke.

“Ji, I’m hungry.” You said looking at him with puppy eyes but indicating him you wanted your part of the deal.

He was surprised to hear you call him by a nickname, but he didn’t show that, instead he smiled at you and asked you to choose whatever you wanted on the menu and kissed your temple.

“Bro I still can’t process this shit.” Felix said.

“Yeah same, I was waiting for him to tell us he was lying.” Seungmin commented.

“I’m so happy he’s not staying virgin forever.” Changbin added, proudly.

“Can you guys not talk like I wasn’t here?” Jisung said, embarrassed.

After eating and chatting for a while with Jisung and his friends, you decided it was time to you to go back to your dorms to study.

It was around 11 pm when you heard someone pounding the door.

Scared, you approached the door and suddenly, you heard Sohye’s voice.

“Y/n open the door right now! I know you’re in there!” She yelled.

Confused, you opened the front door and she stormed inside your apartment.

“Can you dare to explain to me why is the whole university calling you “Jisung’s new girlfriend”?” She asked, looking at you in disbelief.

You sighed and sat on the sofa, closing your eyes and massaging your temples.

Of course, this was one of the biggest cons of dating Han Jisung (or any of his friends actually), the whole university would gossip about it.

You looked at your friend and you made a gesture for her to sit next to you.

“Well? Are you dating Han Jisung, y/n?” She said.

You sighed again.

Should you play along and tell her all the gossips and rumors were true or should you tell her the truth?

“Yes.”

You bit your lip, feeling guilty seeing her hurtful expression.

“What? Since when?” She asked, in a low voice.

“For five months now.” You replied.

“Why haven’t you told me anything?” She said.

You were feeling even more guilty now, you and Sohye always tell each other everything.

“Look y/n, I’m not mad, I know you must have your rea-

“We’re not dating.” You interrupted her, making her look at you confused.

“I’m so confused right now.”

You started to explain everything, from how Jisung asked you if you could be his fake girlfriend to your last conversation with his friends.

“Wow... I’m glad you trusted me and told me everything.” She smiled. “Well, if you ever need help with anything you know who to call.”

You were currently in Chan and Changbin’s apartment for a movie night.

It’s been almost two weeks since you and Jisung made “your relationship” public and it seemed like the boys didn’t suspect a thing.

“Baby hey, come here.” You were in the kitchen with Chan and Jeongin making the popcorns, when you arrived to the living room, where the rest of the boys were, your boyfriend called you, patting his lap, indicating you to sit on his lap.

You stopped your tracks and looked at him narrowing your eyes, with the bowl of popcorns still in your hands, you wanted to tell him that in a million years your would sit on his lap but since the boys were there, you ended up agreeing.

Jisung placed his arm around your waist and his other hand rested on your thigh.

You observed all his movements carefully and rolled your eyes when he asked you to feed him with popcorns. You filled his mouth with a handful of popcorn and giggled seeing him happily munching the popcorns, it reminded you to a little squirrel.

“Okay lovebirds, let’s start the movie.” Minho said.

Seungmin looked to his left since he couldn't stop hearing whispers but turned his attention back to the movie with a disgusted face seeing you and Jisung acting all lovely-dovey.

On the outside, it seemed like you guys were just innocently flirting but the reality was far from there...

Not an hour had passed since the movie started and you were already sick of Jisung not stopping moving.

“Can you stop, like, for five fucking seconds, Jisung?!” You whispered.

“Sorry! This movie is too boring I think I'm going to die of boredom.” He whispered back.

You stayed silent for a few seconds before he opened his mouth again.

“Should we make out?” He asked, tucking a few strands of your hair behind your ear. You felt your heartbeat strongly against your chest and your cheeks and ears burn

“W-what? No! I’m not gonna make out with you! Much less if your friends are here!” You said, flustered.

“But that’s the point Y/N! They never saw us kissing.” He said and you looked at him incredulously. “Those weren’t kisses! they were innocents pecks.” He said.

He had a point there, you just pecked his lips in front of his friends.

Also, it’s been a long time since the last time you actually kissed someone.

And Jisung was your “boyfriend”.

And this movie was, indeed, boring.

“It’s okay Y/N, I won’t force you to do something you don’t want to, I already made you sit on my lap.” He said but before thinking it twice, you cupped his face and you brought your lips together.

You caught him by surprise but quickly, he recomposed himself and he tightened his grip on you, leaning even closer to you, stealing your breath away.

Even though there were seven more people in the room, it felt like it was just you and him. His lips were soft and warm and his grip on your thigh, slowly caressing you, wasn’t helping at all.

You break away a few seconds but soon, he pulled you back to him.

You moved your hands from his face to his nape and you caressed the strands of his hair, making him hum against your lips softly.

“Hey! Get a room!” Hyunjin shouted at you two, making you break apart quickly.

You bit your lips, feeling your cheeks burn for the second time that night and looked with the corner of your eye at Jisung, who was also blushing.

“Should we change the movie? This one is kinda boring, don’t you think? Chan asked and you all agreed.

The boys played another movie that it was to Jisung's liking, since he barely moved this time.

You leaned your head against Jisung’s chest and hearing his heartbeat, slowly, you fell into a deep sleep.

Jisung’s P.O.V

Jisung couldn’t stop thinking about that kiss.

At first, he said it as a joke. In these two weeks he has learned about you more than he would like to admit, he knew you get flustered easily and he actually enjoys to fluster you but he didn’t expect you to kiss him that way at all.

And now you were peacefully sleeping on his chest.

Slowly, he started patting your head and giggled softly when you hummed in your sleep.

At that moment he felt a sensation in his chest he couldn’t describe, the only thing he could say was that it felt right, that moment, right there, felt just right.

A few days later, after your class was finished, Felix approached you.

“Hey y/n!” He said with a bright smile.

“Oh! Hey Lix, what’s up?” You asked, smiling him back.

“I was wondering if you could help me to study for the incoming exam?” He asked. “I’ve been struggling with this subject for a while now and I thought that, maybe, since it’s our last exam, it would help if I studied with you since you’re quite great at this subject.”

“As long as Jisung is fine with it, of course.” He added.

“Yeah, of course! And don’t worry about Jisung, he won’t mind.” You smiled.

“Oh! Thank you so much, you’re saving my life right now.” He hugged you, making you laugh.

“I was going to go to this cafeteria and study there, wanna come?” You asked.

“Sure! I’m craving some bubble tea as well.”

After a few hours later, you guys decided to call it a day.

“This is what I call a productive day.” Felix said and you agreed.

For the rest of the week, Felix and you had constant study sessions after your classes so it was difficult to hang out with the rest of the guys.

Suddenly, the image of Jisung popped in your head.

He’s been asking you to meet him, at least to have lunch with the boys but you always declined his offers.

He thought you were being a little harsh on yourself, Felix who has the same exam as you, spends his lunch with them, while you just bought a sandwich or whatever you felt like and went back to your dorm yet he was understanding and told you you would meet once your exams were finished.

You smiled at the thought.

In this whole month you’ve been “dating” Jisung, you’ve found out what an amazing person he actually is.

He loves to make people smile, he makes people laugh without even trying, he’s considerate and, even if you wouldn’t admit it out loud, he’s a great boyfriend and his future partner will be lucky to have him in his life.

A loud sigh left your lips and you shook your head.

You needed to concentrate and go back to your book.

Not so long after, a knock on your door drew your attention.

You looked at your clock.

23:02 pm

“Who in the hell is it at this hour?” You asked yourself.

Opening your front door, you were surprised to see Jisung with a big smile in front of you.

“Jisung? What are you doing here?” You asked confused, moving to your side, allowing him to come inside your dorm.

“I didn’t see you at the cafeteria today so I thought that, maybe, you skipped your meals and since that’s not very healthy, I decided to buy some of your favorite ramen.” He said, placing a bag on your table and flicking at your forehead.

“Ouch.” You whimpered.

You felt your cheeks gain a light pinkish color and a little smile was drawn on your face.

That was very nice of him actually.

Indeed, you skipped your meals today, you felt really stressed today and you even canceled you study session with Felix. Your dorm was a mess and you weren’t any better, to be honest.

“Thank you.” You muttered feeling suddenly shy.

“No problem baby, I bought some for me as well, so I could keep your company, I hope you don’t mind.” He said.

“On the contrary.” You smiled, picking up two pairs of chopsticks and some water.

You sat together and started eating together.

A moan left your lips when you munched your food.

It tasted like heaven.

“Don’t skip your meals again, do you hear me?” Jisung warned you. “It’s not good for your health.”

“Sorry, I don’t usually skip my meals but this exam is going to kill me I swear.”

You keep talking about some trivial things, laughing every now or then about some anecdotes Jisung told you about.

“Anyways, it’s kinda late already and I don’t want to distract you anymore.” He said looking at his phone.

It was almost midnight now and even though you were having a great time with him, you really needed to pass this exam.

“Let me walk you to the door.” You said, getting up and leaning against the door frame once you arrived there, just like the boy did.

You and Jisung stared at each other in complete silence, a very comfortable silence.

You examined his face, you never noticed before but Han Jisung was handsome. His eyes were big and very roundish, and the dark brown of his irises was captivating.

Your sight fell on his lips and you suddenly felt your heart skip a beat.

You suddenly felt your face heat up and you looked into his eyes again, trying to avoid something you could regret in the future, but it didn’t help at all as your pulse sped up when you noticed Jisung looking at your lips.

You wanted to say something, to do something, but your body didn’t want to move and it wasn’t until Jisung made eye contact with you again when your body finally responded.

“I have to go.” He said. “Don’t skip your meals, okay?” He warned again, ruffling your hair.

“I won’t.” You said, giving him a small smile.

It was Saturday night, and again, Changbin and Chan invited you all to their apartment to celebrate you and Felix finally finished your exams.

You were sitting between Jisung’s legs, your back against his chest, while his chin rested on the top of your head.

He had you wrapped around his arms and refused to let you go, saying that you’ve been too busy studying for your exam that you barely saw each other, which was actually true since it was your last exam of the semester you and Felix spent your days glued to your books and notes.

“So how did that exam go?” Chan asked.

“Actually great, I had the best teacher.” Felix complimented you.

You giggled. “I didn’t do anything Felix, you-.” But before you could finish your sentence, Jisung interrupted you.

“Wait, you guys studied together?” He asked, unwrapping his arms from around you.

“Yeah, I thought y/n told you?” Felix said, 7 pairs of eyes now focusing on you both.

You turned your head to look at Jisung, making eye contact with him. “All this time, you’ve been studying together? Why didn’t you say anything?” He asked you, with an annoyed look on his face.

You looked at him speechless. Why was he acting like that?

Jisung scoffed at your loss of words, getting up from his spot on the floor.

“Jisung mate, calm down, we-” Felix was saying but, again, Jisung interrupted him.

“Y/n, can I talk to you for a second?” He said, pointing at the front door behind his back.

You nodded confused as to why he was acting like that and followed him in silence until you two were alone.

“Why didn’t you tell me you and Felix have been studying together?!” He asked you, irritated.

“Oh God Jisung, why are you acting like this? It’s not that deep.” You said, crossing your arms on your chest, rolling your eyes.

“Not that deep?! Not telling your boyfriend you’re hanging out with other guys is not that deep?!” He yelled.

“Did you forget that you’re NOT my real boyfriend?” You whispered harshly, pressing your index finger on his chest.

Anger started to boil inside of you. What’s gotten into him?

“Yeah but for them, I am your boyfriend.” He said, mimicking your actions.

You scoffed rolling your eyes, “yeah, so what? What’s the big deal about it!?” You yelled, getting angrier and angrier as time passed. “Felix is your friend and he could never get in your girl’s pants if this is all the fuss about!”

“Yeah, but would you?!” He yelled.

You looked at him in shock.

Yes, maybe you weren’t a real couple but, to the public eye you were, and for some reason, hearing him accusing you of doing something like that made your heartache.

“JISUNG WHAT THE FUCK? DO YOU REALLY THINK I WOULD FUCK YOUR FRIEND BEHIND YOUR BACK?!” You yelled, not caring if the guys could hear you.

“OF COURSE I DO!” He yelled back at you.

At that moment, you felt a pang on your chest.

You didn’t know what hurt you more, the way he saw you or the fact that it was Jisung the one who said all those things to you.

Without a word, you turned your body and you walked out of that place but you stopped middle track.

Turning around again, looking at Jisung, you opened your mouth, your voice was low but loud enough for Jisung to hear.

“You know what Han Jisung? You already proved your friends that you’re a big man that can ask girls out, you showed them how fucking big your pride and ego is so I don’t see the point of me being around you anymore, this is over.”

“Y/n don’t cry, please.” Sohye said, looking at you curl up on her lap and caressing your back.

You tried to control your sobs but you found it difficult.

“It wasn’t even real Sohye, why does it have hurt so much?” You said, tightening your grip on the hem of his shirt.

Sohye looked at you with pity. She’s never been good with relationships so she wasn’t sure about what to tell you. “Wait here y/n, I’ll make you hot chocolate, okay? I know you love my hot chocolates.” She said, getting up.

You nodded, trying to control your sobs.

You really thought he was your friend.

Friend.

Was he really your friend?

Or you just wanted to believe that he was just a friend?

The kiss in Chan and Changbin’s apartment, the day he bought you food just because he noticed that you skipped your meals, that weird moment in your door frame, all the times he made you laugh...

Suddenly, your thoughts were interrupted by Sohye’s voice.

“She doesn’t want to see you right now.”

You got up so quickly that you even got dizzy.

Sohye was in your front door, arms crossed on her chest and a threatening look on her face.

In front of her, Han Jisung asked desperately to see you.

“Please, just... I just want to tell her that I’m sorry, I’ll leave after that.”

“I don’t think it’s a good idea.” Sohye replied.

“Sohye.” You called her. “It’s okay, let him in.” You said.

“Are you sure?” She asked and you nodded. “Okay.” She said and hugged you before leaving your dorm. “Oh! By the way, if you make her cry again I won’t hesitate to kick your balls so watch out.” He threatened, making you giggled softly.

Finally, it was just you and Jisung, alone.

The atmosphere was so tense that I could be cut with the back of a knife.

“I’m so sorry.” He spoke. “I had no right to tell you all the things I said to you yesterday, it was out of place.”

You limited yourself to look at him in silence, letting him finish whatever he wanted to say.

“I hope you know I didn’t mean none of the things I said, to be honest with you, I was jealous.” He admitted.

Your eyes opened at his confession.

“Yes, I know they thought you were my “girlfriend” but in reality, you weren’t and after realizing that I actually liked you, it made me anxious to think that you could fell in love with someone else, someone that it wasn’t me.”

“Y-you like me?” You asked, surprised.

He nodded. “That night, when I bought you ramen, I couldn’t sleep at all. I couldn’t stop thinking about you, your laughter, your smile, the fact that you still looked stunning after studying for hours and being stressed as fuck... That’s when I realized that I genuinely liked you.” He confessed.

“And I could sense you were getting closer to Felix but I didn’t really think anything about it. I mean, you’re classmates, you guys knew each other but when Felix said you and him studied all this time together...” He sighed. “I got mad, but I was mad at myself because you were spending time with Felix because you wanted while I was forcing you to spend time with you.”

“I realized that maybe, I was the only one who ended up falling in love with his fake partner... and it would be okay you know! I’m not telling you this so you pity me and date me or anything, I just want to let it out of my chest and trying to justify my actions.” He rambled.

“But it’s okay if you don’t want to talk to me ever again you know... I acted like a dick so...”

“Are you done rambling?” You laughed.

He looked at you surprised.

“Jisung, first of all, I never felt like you were forcing me to go with you, you introduced me to your friends who I ended up loving and I enjoyed every single time I spent with you all. And yes, I actually got closer to Felix but that’s because we majored in the same thing and we share a lot of classes, we spend a lot of time together but i just see him as one of my closest friends. And actually, you weren’t the only one who felt in love with his fake partner so...” You smiled.

You looked how his face got brighter which made your smile wider.

“Wait... Are you serious?” He asked, excited.

“Yes, how could I not fall for the great Han Jisung?” You giggled.

“Oh God babe, I’m so happy right now.” He said, hugging you.

You hugged him back, with your arms around his neck.

“I promise you, I’ll never say any of those things to you, I won’t make you cry ever again, I’ll make you the happiest girl on this planet, believe me.” He said.

“You better do it Han Jisung.” You joked.

Jisung separated from you and cupped your face, pressing his lips on yours.

The kiss was slow, soft and you could feel the love in it.

“Let me ask you for real this time... Y/L/N Y/N, will you be my girlfriend?

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softzhongli · 3 years ago

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summary: a closer look at the most exclusive group chat in all teyvat. we have two oblivious idiots in love, two horny bastards afraid of their feelings, a grumpy cat and his sunshine boyfriend and one very single and tired girl... among many many others warnings: swearing, probably some angst info: crack fic, multi-chaptered, social media au, not much difference they just have phones lmao pairings: childe x kaeya // xiao x venti // zhongli x diluc + lumine and other characters requests: open posted: 28/02/2022 a/n: not me deleting the chapter on accident before i saved it yet again 🤡 ANYWAY we’re back to kaeya!! wohoo!! sorry but i just like to write angst for him better than childe asdfghjkl but be happy cuz this chapter ended up being waaay less angsty than i anticipated lmao plus!! we’re getting closer and closer to zhongluc y’all! also can y’all believe we’re 20 chapters in already? damn! I just wanna thank every single one of you for reading this! you have no idea how happy that makes me and how thankful i am T^T love you, besties! 🖤 and see ya in the next chapter of “who’s gonna fall the victim of kinga’s unhealthy need for angst next?” 😂

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"Kaeyaaa" Venti wined and with a pout on his face, poked Kaeya's cheek.

Both of them were sitting in Diluc's tavern right now but lately, Kaeya was even more of a regular than Venti. It was definitely not a good thing. And it was partially due to Xiao whisking Venti away as early as he could.

Venti knew Xiao was worried about him. It was incredibly sweet of him and Venti's heart always thumped a little faster, with nothing but love on a mere thought. But he was so worried about Kaeya and Childe he couldn't just sit around. He wasn't doing anything special but he felt like maybe just being with Kaeya would help at least a little... in some way. Of course, he trusted Diluc with Kaeya, how could he not? In truth, coming here was more to ease his own worries than to do something about the situation Childe and Kaeya found themselves in.

Lumine and Thoma were both in Inazuma, Zhongli was normally in Liyue and Xiao clearly said the other day that Venti's his main concern even in a situation like this. And yeah it did make him feel incredibly good. Knowing that no matter what, his wellbeing was on the top of Xiao's list. There was nothing more obvious than Xiao's love for Venti and seeing as his boyfriend’s normally the most reserved and closed-off person in the world probably, Venti wouldn't have it any other way. Everyone knew Xiao was incredibly in love with Venti and vice versa just by looking at them whenever they're both together or just by the way they talked in the grou chat, and that was enough for Venti.

But with only him and Diluc left in Mondstadt on a day to day basis they were responsible for keeping an eye on Kaeya. Just like Zhongli was with Childe when he's in Liyue.

Venti knew Zhongli was right in saying they should let Kaeya and Childe figure things out on their own. It would be good for them in the long run because with the way they were so concerned about each other there was no way they wouldn't end up together. But the journey to that point was so painful to watch. They all hated seeing them like this. Both Kaeya and Childe were always there with the flirty and sarcastic jokes and now even the chat was gloomy without those two.

"You know something, right? All of you. You know something about Childe." Kaeya looked from Venti to Diluc to Zhongli and back. "I'm not trying to get that information out of you or anything. Don't worry. I wouldn't do that to him." He added in more of a whisper.

"You're right. We do." Zhongli was the one to confess after a minute of silence. He then looked at Diluc who just skinned his head. And Venti had to admit it was kind of amazing... like they were communicating just with gestures. "I'll admit that it was mainly my idea for us to stay out of it. Everyone is very eager to help you both but we also feel like this is something you should resolve between you two. Take however long you need. We are your friends and we will support you both."

"Diluc I swear if you're not gonna make this man yours, I will propose to him right now." Kaeya looked directly at Diluc and to be honest the three of them had no idea if he was actually joking or not.

"Ha, you can try but there is exactly zero percent chance Zhongli would accept." Venti patted Kaeya's shoulder, trying to somehow loosen the atmosphere with a joke.

"That is true." Zhongli simply agreed and just like that, Diluc's face was red. "I'm sorry." He added but the smile on his face that appeared after he glanced Diluc's way was saying anything but sorry.

"Okay, be honest with me" Venti cast his gaze to Diluc and Zhongli. "Are you two already dating and just fucking with us for fun now?" With squinted eyes he followed every little of their movements. He decided it'd be better and easier to focus on Diluc since he wasn't even able to stop himself from blushing with Zhongli around. If there was someone to let the secret out, it'd definitely be Diluc.

"Oh, does it really look that way? Hmm" Zhongli hummed, with such a proud smile it almost made Venti roll his eyes. "But to answer your question, no, we're not dating." He answered simply. "Not yet at least." He added and how was it possible that the only ones who reacted were him and Kaeya? How was it possible that the only reaction they got out of Diluc, the same Diluc who was able to go deep-red in the face just when Zhongli’s name was mentioned in passing, was that annoyingly lovesick smile on his face? It was so out of character, Venti almost convinced himself that they must be in an alternate universe for it to actually be true.

"What do you mean 'not yet'?" All of this was absolutely driving Venti crazy.

"Hmm" Zhongli debated for a moment. "I think that's enough questions for today." was what he eventually said and Venti never wanted to strangle someone more than Zhongli in that moment. He knew there was no reason to try and dig deeper because if Zhongli decides to end a topic there’s no changing his mind. It was absolutely infuriating but there was nothing Venti could do at this point. He was sure Zhongli would be more than happy to go into more details if Diluc was the one asking but the chance of him willingly wanting to talk about his love life was as high as for Venti to break up with Xiao... and that would more than once hundred percent never happen.

“Kaeya can we talk about you again? Because I swear to everything that is holy that I will commit murder tonight if I have to focus on those two for a second longer.” Venti gestured in Diluc and Zhongli’s direction not even looking at them.

“No one asked you to do that.” Diluc huffed and if not for a fact that this red haired grump was in charge of his alcohol, Venti would definitely be screaming his lungs out, out of frustration.

Where was Lumine when he needed her....

“There’s nothing to talk about, you know that.” Kaeya sighed, shrugging.

All the frustration Venti felt a moment before was gone in an instant. Pure worry and concern taking its place right away.

“I know we said we won’t pry but if you want or need our help you just have to ask.”

“I know and I appreciate it but what Zhongli said was right. This is between Childe and I. I want to talk to him and at least... apologize? But I’m also so scared to see him face to face? It’s ridiculous! I mean... I’ve seen him naked so many times but just the thought of actually seeing his face terrifies me.” Kaeya laughed but there was no happiness in it.

“Because you’re scared of loosing him.” Zhongli finished what Kaeya most likely wasn’t able to.

“Yeah.” Kaeya admitted and hid his face in his hands but the way his voice cracked was enough for the rest of them to know it was tears he was really trying to hide.

Venti was sure his heart was about to break just by looking at Kaeya in that moment.

#genshin impact #childe x kaeya #zhongli x diluc #xiao x venti #genshin fanfic #chaeya #zhongluc #xiaoven #kaeya genshin impact #zhongli genshin impact #venti genshin impact #diluc genshin impact #kinga writes #groupchat.doc

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absentcaryatid · 4 years ago

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She Came on a Red Motorbike

Prologue to the Juicy Cock Saga, an ATEEZ fanfic by AbsentCaryatid

Fluff and innuendo only, all talk and no action but still wildly NSFW, 1K words

“Yeosang, looks like your true love is here,” Jongho teasingly called out. This time he'd been the first one to spot the motorbike arrive as he sat by the apartment window idly practicing a new song.

Despite the joking, it was an honest assessment of Yeosang’s feelings. Unable to wait, the hallway door was already open wide to spot you the moment the elevator doors opened onto this floor. He twisted the hairtie around his ponytail while watching your approach. Long hair would need to be safely out of the way for the physical activity that was to come. The unwelcome distraction of a hair in his mouth would not be taking his attention off eating this time, or if it does he knows it won’t be one of his.

You wonder if he thinks he’s being subtle as he gently inhales as you near but it is obvious he can’t get enough of the enticing scent that wafts around you and permeates your clothes and hair.

This is what heaven must smell like, he thinks to himself as you grin at each other in a weekly routine that has become comfortably familiar. It’s obvious the effect your appearance has on him, he’s practically drooling, and how much you seem to enjoy putting him into this state on your frequent visits.

In his eyes there is a look of adoration and deep hunger in equal amounts. He's even feeling weak, a little shaky. Consumed by lust for what is before him, he is unable to hide his needy whine as he licks his lips in anticipation.

While Yeosang is often quiet and reserved you have become one of the few neighborhood people he relaxes around to the point where he feels at ease enough to express strong emotion. Seeing this side of the handsome young man makes you happy too and it was fun bragging to your friends that you had an idol always excited to see you. There were down sides to this relationship. Showing up sometimes sparks jealousy and envy among the normally easygoing members. He knows the others want what he has tonight but Yeosang has no interest in sharing, this is a feast for him alone. Yet, he understands there is no promise of exclusivity, you would rush to your vibrant red motorbike at almost any hour to serve the carnal needs of any of the group if asked.

When you were new at this you could not handle many at a time. Maybe three or four on a trip if they were small. You had to work up to larger loads. With practice you had gotten better and now you could probably even manage to service the whole team of eight on a single visit. Arriving on your bike could easily bring satisfaction to the slighter members like Hongjoong and San and yet you had enough to offer leaving even large men like Mingi and Yunho and their presumably larger appetites fulfilled.

If you were requested while Yeosang was elsewhere your professionalism attending to the needs of the others would be just as sincere. Everyone but him would be sated by the time he got home leaving Yeosang starved of the joy you brought with each brief but frequent visit. His stomach hurt thinking about what he might be missing out on some days.

Pushing away that sad thought he focused on the knowledge that you would rush to him wherever he was whenever he asked, within reason at least. Yeosang's enthusiasm and the way pleasure so openly displayed on his face made him your favorite customer. You were guaranteed to come when he called, it was a mutually beneficial arrangement.

Standing before him now, his mind becomes so preoccupied with what will happen next that he trips over his tongue trying to get out a thank you for making the journey. Straining with eagerness he reaches out toward you and takes the warm, fragrant bag from your hand with a triumphant whoop of happiness.

The bliss this man gets from a simple meal of delivery fried chicken is clear. With a cheery smile and a wave you leave him until the next time he orders from Juicy Cock, the chicken to-go place your family runs. This Kang Yeo Sang according to the receipt seems like such a shy but sweet guy. You wonder how he ever managed to call up your takeout restaurant that carried such a lewd name, especially when you think of how your brother answers the phone sometimes. Picking up a batch of meal boxes yesterday you'd heard him trying out a new line, “Juicy Cock takeout and delivery, where do you want us to come?”

While watching your retreating back Yeosang wonders if he should start enjoying the luxury of delivered fried chicken twice a week.

“What the heck, Yeosang? Are you cheating on me?” Wooyoung’s scolding interrogation rose at his back. “You totally forgot I was cooking for you!” The incredulous tone was not loud but firm and fueled by the fury of someone who has just been standing in a hot kitchen for over two and a half hours. “This is so unprofessional, we are supposed to shoot a media segment eating my food. And this isn't even the first time you've dumped me for Juicy Cock.”

Despite being accompanied by an oven mitt tossed at his head the justified tirade was barely heard while Yeosang stood lost in dreamy consideration of doubling the amount of fried chicken in his life. Little did he know he was at risk of being pushed out the apartment door while in his daze and locked out until another member of ATEEZ found their way home.

Maybe it was the years of loving friendship between them. It could have been the mouthwatering scent of fried chicken reaching into the dorm. Whatever the reason Wooyoung ran out of bluster. Surreptitiously easing the logo clad plastic bag into his own hands he brought it into the kitchen just in time to be overheard by a wide-eyed Seonghwa.

“That guy, he gets me so worked up sometimes. I'm going to take his Juicy Cock. I can eat the entire thing myself.”

On to Chapter One: These Breasts Belong In Your Hands Look forward to learning who is wearing sweatpants that say “Juicy Cock will satisfy you!”

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#ateez fanfic #ateez fluff #ateez smut #yeosang #wooyoung #Juicy Cock Saga #kpop smut #Fake Smut

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kewpiemeayo · 4 years ago

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Skin [Gojo Satoru x Sorcerer!Reader]

Warnings: MANGA SPOILERS, mentions of violence/injury/death, implied PTSD, light angst but fluff/comfort ending.

Summary: A lengthy dive into the reality of traumas, their effect on the individual and others around him. Over the course of a decade, Gojo and Reader's relationship continue to slowly build and grow while Gojo works on understanding and moving past his trauma, learning to be vulnerable and trusting again.

Alt: “So how come when I reach out my fingers, it feels like more than distance between us. In this California king bed, we're 10, 000 miles apart. I've been California wishing on these stars, for your heart for me.” - California King Bed by Rihanna

Code: [Y/L/N] = Your Last Name + [Y/N] = Your Name

There was no doubt in anyone’s mind that Gojo Satoru was an excellent student and a powerful sorcerer in the making. He was, after all, a descendent of the Gojo lineage; one of the few strongest clans of jujutsu sorcerers in Japan. He was a year ahead of you, being one of the three second-years at the Tokyo Metropolitan Curse Tech.

You were a first-year student with Nanami, just starting out your studies under the sorcerers to get a better handle on your own curse and its techniques. Gojo was a simple person with a complex personality. He had a sweet tooth and goofy sense of humour; priding himself on penis jokes and harmless pranks that got on his friends’ nerves. Gojo was a charming and charismatic guy who vowed to support and protect the people he cared about and those who were oblivious to curses, but he also had no problem being cruel and ungiving to the people he despised.

You had the pleasure of being on the better end of things with Gojo, often encouraging yourself to work harder with hopes of one day being just as strong as Gojo himself, or even Getō. With Jujutsu Tech being such an… exclusive academy—if you could even call it that—the two of you would train together when you weren’t in class or on separate field trips, so to speak. You and Gojo got on really well, keeping each other on your toes constantly by using teases as a tactic to distract, especially during tactical training.

If you were to be quite honest, training against Gojo and his techniques was a real pain in the ass, only because he was one of the most adept sorcerers you had to go against. Sure, you have had your field training against Grade 4 and maybe Grade 3 curses, and you have also fought against Getō and Yaga-sensei but Gojo was a little beyond that. He had a plethora of amazing cursed techniques that he just seemed so naturally good at.

Regardless of how vexing it could be both during training and afterwards when you would wallow in some self-doubt, Gojo always made every session fun and would find some way to encourage you to keep practicing. He seemed to be a natural at keeping things lighthearted, making him quite a ball of good energy to be around.

At some point during your first year and his second year at Jujutsu Tech, he sustained a near-death injury at the hands of Fushiguro Toji. The group sent out to deal with the Time Vessel Association in Okinawa came back to the Tokyo campus after their mission. It was within that split second of vulnerability where Gojo deactivated his cursed technique, Infinity, believing the mission was over and that he was safe.

Gojo decided on one important thing that day; to never let his guard down. Up until that point, he had believed that it was okay to deactivate his technique, as it took up cursed energy to constantly have it shield him, and it did but not that it mattered with his unlimited reserve. He deactivated his techniques when he was alone on the campus or when he didn’t sense any danger. You were aware of this ability, having trained against him before, but it never dawned on you that you never encountered him without Infinity activated.

With Gojo keeping his cursed technique constantly running ever since the incident, it became something of second nature. A few months following your graduation, Gojo had returned from an overseas mission in South Korea which consisted of a long list of curses that needed to be dealt with. Having been out of high school himself for about a year, it was nice to be home and the two of you had a lot to catch up on.

Somewhere along the line, he had asked you on a date. One you didn’t take too seriously because it was, after all, Gojo Satoru; when was he ever truly serious and down-to-business? He took you off-campus to Akihabara, finding a decent restaurant to dine at before dragging you through a slew of arcades. The two of you wrapped up the night at a small dessert cafe, sharing a bowl of shaved iced. It was a fun time, something you truly haven’t had the pleasure to enjoy since Gojo graduated.

You expected that to have been the one and only time Gojo would ask you out, but it wasn’t. Time and time again, he would find some way to get you out of your room when you weren’t training or going out to hunt down curses. His free time when he was in Tokyo, was divided between local missions, visiting Fushiguro’s son and being an enemy of the state campus. After your sixth date, you decided to bring it up. The two of you had found a spot near the Yokohama Red Brick Warehouse, sitting on some random bench, staring out into the waters.

With a small grin, you teased the white-haired man, “When are you planning to take a real girl on a date?”

Gojo paused at your question, confused. “Am I not on a date right now?”

The two of you slowly turned to each other as you looked past his sunglasses for any sign of it being another one of his pranks while he tried to figure out why you hadn’t understood his intentions the whole time.

“Are you joking,” the two of you chimed simultaneously, earning a brief moment of silence before the two of you burst out into a fit of laughter. Gojo was the first to sober up, while you continued to hide behind your hand.

“[Y/L/N]-chan~ we’ve gone on,” he paused, counting his fingers. “Six dates. We’ve gone on six dates.”

Your laughter subsided as confusion settled again, “What?”

“[Y/L/N], we’ve been going on dates… this whole time,” Gojo snorted, an eyebrow quirked at your current state. “Did you… not know?”

Turning back to face the ocean, you took a moment of silence to micro-analyze everything that had happened since he got back from Korea. To you, his absence from campus when he was in town was either for work or what you assumed was him going to see other people—girls to be more exact–as he was most definitely a popular guy.

“I just assumed your free time away from campus meant you were going on dates,” you shrugged, leaning back into the bench. His gaze was apparent, burning holes into your side profile but you refused to look him in the eyes.

For years you had like Gojo, his personality, his charm, his methods of keeping you motivated to do your studies and to practice your jujutsu. Not once did you consider being upfront about your feelings, claiming them to be some stupid crush that would go away as you got older.

Gojo doubled over in another fit of laughter, earning a glare from you as you watched him howl over his knees, arms clasped tightly around his torso, “What’s so funny? Was I wrong to assume you and your desire to only be taken seriously every once in a blue moon was joking when you called these outings, “dates”?”

Your air quotes seemed to tame his hysteria. He took off his sunglasses, a finger coming up to brush a tear from the corner of his eyes.

“[Y/L/N], I’m off campus visiting a boy in my free time,” he finally responded. Your brief shock of yet another round of confusion eased the moment he waved his hand. “No, no. You remember how in your first year, there was that little incident?”

Taken aback by the reminder, you coughed, “Oh you’re calling it a little incident. I’ve been calling it attempted murder all these years, but sure, why?”

Gojo explained the situation surrounding the man that had attacked him on campus, elaborating on the events that were seemingly kept under wraps by Yaga-sensei and the other higher-ups. The man had a son and a step-daughter, who he had vouched for to ensure they were taken care of until the son was of age to attend Jujutsu Tech.

It was a lot to take in, not that you were surprised Gojo of all people would do such a thing; taking on the responsibility of caring for someone who had been a victim of curses. Once he had cleared the air around the misunderstanding, Gojo took it upon himself to ask you on yet another date, this time ensuring you understood that he was and had always been serious about asking you out.

Within the first year of your guys’ relationship, Gojo had taken you with him to visit the younger Fushiguro, who at the time was in second grade. Gojo tried to meddle as little as possible with Fushiguro, balancing the line of offering his presence in-lieu of Fushiguro’s parents but also ensuring that the child still had his own life. This meant he actually visited Fushiguro often, but a lot of the time it was just a casual look from across the street or in passing.

Between you and Gojo, the relationship was alright. Not much had changed as you both still resided on campus in separate rooms when the two of you were not out on missions. Missions are what took up most of your guys’ time, considering how it was part of your jobs as sorcerers. The sparse times that the two of you had were filled with walks around campus, dates in the city and the occasional movie night here and there.

Something had felt off. For the entire duration of the relationship, you failed to pinpoint exactly what that anomaly was. The two of you had known each other for five years; three spent as friends, the other two as adults in a romantic relationship.

It could not have been a trust issue, right?

You were happy, and you were sure he was too.

At some point, Gojo was sent off to Hokkaido to deal with a special grade curse that had been wreaking havoc at one of the ski resorts while your freed-up schedule left you thinking.

It was Ieiri who had brought it up. The two of you were in the city sharing some drinks at a little bar when you had brought up your recent dilemma.

“Maybe your love language is physical touch,” she had suggested, her glass of liquor swinging around as she spoke. “Do you guys… touch a lot when you’re together?”

Hesitant at first, you remained quiet until her side-eye tipped you over the edge of secrecy, “Yeah? I mean we do all that couple shit when we have time alone if that's what you mean?”

Her glass stopped spinning. You tilted your head, waiting for her to figure out her thoughts.

“[Y/L/N], have you ever touched him—I mean, has he started to deactivate Infinity around you?”

“Deactivate… Infinity,” you repeated, eyes shifting as you spoke. “Does he not deactivate when he’s alone?”

It had been beyond you that Gojo never fully recovered from the incident with Toji, not mentally at least. It was understandable that it had without a doubt given him a trauma he was not able to shake, despite the front he may have offered. Ieiri had been there to see the extent of his injuries from the sudden attack, you were not, but from the way she explained what had happened following the attack, it was enough to make you bite your lip in place of visibly flinching. Ieiri also alluded that she had taken notice that Gojo became less touchy in general after the incident. You never had to consider his cursed technique getting in between you guys, both literally and figuratively, until it was brought up by her.

Following that night, the whole premise surrounding physical contact with Gojo suddenly felt obscured because you realized that despite the two years together, physical contact was not rare but neither was it a constantly recurring thing. You initiated some of the contact, like a quick kiss on the cheek or a brush over his lips. Occasionally there would be a hug somewhere in between or ahead propped against a shoulder but those were the bigger movements of physical affection. Something that Gojo took the lead on, albeit rarely.

Once again, work kept the two of you apart due to the lack of sorcerers in the world. Yaga-sensei sending you off to help out at the Kyoto Jujutsu campus a few days after your night with Ieiri put a lot of emphasis on that final thought.

You didn’t get a chance to see Gojo for another two weeks until you were finally sent back to Tokyo following the clean-up of some mess the first years in Kyoto had accidentally started. By then, the exhaustion of sleeping somewhere other than your own bed had caught up to you. The confusion surrounding Gojo and his Infinity was long forgotten until the two of you had gotten caught up in a small teasing match in his dorm.

“You would most definitely lose,” he taunted, wiggling a finger just inches from your nose. “You wouldn’t be able to resist me.”

The stupidly competitive side of you itched deep within your core, “You want a bet?”

With your legs crossed, you sat still as Gojo moved closer to your body. His tall frame leaned over your smaller sitting stature as he shifted side to side, trying to elicit some sort of reaction from you. Your eyes followed his every movement, taut on the blindfold over his eyes but you couldn’t help the smile that had broken across your face.

“See,” you started. “I missed you, but not enough that I feel the need to be all handsy with y-”

Your words died in your throat as he lifted blindfold enough to peek one eye from under the black fabric. His sharp, glacial cavern-like iris peered at you, watching as you fell into your usual trance. The one he never failed to trap you in with his gaze. His eyes free from obstruction of his sunglasses or blindfolds always left you mesmerized, breathless even. You would get lost in his eyes, it was too hard not to. He was so focused on your reaction he forgot about what always came next.

Your dominant hand always moved on its own following your trance. It was the one thing that would root you back to reality from the deep gaze his eyes would lock you into. Your hand would come up to his cheek, cupping the side of his face—or at least it would try. You were always too distracted to notice, that no matter how many times you repeated the same actions like a ripple effect of well-rehearsed habits, he was never truly able to let you touch him. At least that was not always the case.

Caught up in the moment, Gojo’s Infinity stopped your hand further than he usually allowed for. Your eyes shifted from his eyes to your hand, now fully aware that your hand had stopped short of their usual resting place. There was an unmistakable gasp, a quiet one that almost went missing as he gulped at the sudden registration of what was happening.

Your hands trembled at your own doing but also against the barrier he had between the two points of contact. He retracted some of his cursed energy, shrinking Infinity but never fully deactivating. You watched as your hand moved closer towards his cheek, but you caught sight of a paper-thin gap, a shield preventing your hand from truly touching him.

For once, Gojo had nothing to say. There were a billion thoughts running in his head all at once, but not one synapse of his was able to even pull a few into one coherent sentence. He took a seat as you pulled your hand away from him. His hand moved up to finally remove his blindfold entirely, his platinum hair fell over his forehead.

“Satoru,” your soft voice shook Gojo from thoughts, pulling his attention back to you. “You don’t deactivate Infinity around me, do you?”

His eyes averted once again, picking to idly stare at his covers instead. Of all things he could say without a filter, telling you the only time Infinity is at its thinnest is when the two of you had sex, was not it. Even with something as intimate as that, you have never quite touched his skin, flesh-to-flesh. Not by hand.

He didn’t need to say anything, you got the hint loud and clear, and it hurt. Even when you two were supposedly at your most vulnerable and intimate moments, you never got to touch it. The illusory effect you were under for the last two years—your own inattentiveness—had veiled you from noticing the lack of touch in your relationship.

Part of you wanted to be mad, but you just did not have it within you to feel that way, not when you understood to a degree, what he had endured having let his guard down that one time. It almost cost him his life, and it almost did. Had it not been for the reversed curse technique from Ieiri’s doing, he would not be seated in front of you at that very moment.

With a troubled sigh, you got up from his bed. The sudden movement caused him to lean back to allow you space but with curious and worried eyes, he watched you walk towards his door.

“Perhaps you do truly have unlimited cursed energy to keep your technique up all the time, but at some point, you’ll run low. That’s gonna put you in more danger than before,” you warned, back still turned to him as your hand touched the doorknob. “It’s ultimately up to you to relearn to trust the people and your environment again, but that is something you can only truly achieve on your own accords.”

That was most definitely not the last time the two of you had any contact. No matter how hurt you both felt to some degree, the words you had left him with rung true. No matter how many people surrounded him and offered him reassuring words and kind smiles, Gojo had to take back the power of trust on his own. At the end of the day, that was not only a mental battle against his own traumatic experience but also his own cursed technique.

It was not an easy feat. During the remainder of his little vacation from overseas missions, Gojo would work on lowering Infinity. At first, he was pushing himself too much, getting frustrated when he could not fully deactivate it, and when he did finally lower it, he would try to do small tasks during the bright of day. He was overthinking it, and Ieiri had realized the disgruntled mannerisms behind Gojo’s sudden tense mood swings were over his Infinity debacle.

“You do shower don’t you?”

Offended, Gojo looked down at Ieiri, ready to retaliate with some snarky comeback, “OF COURSE I DO! I TAKE PERSONAL HYGIENE VERY SERIOUSLY-”

“So you do deactivate your ability,” she mumbled, cutting her friend off as she started to scrub at the examination slab. She could sense his confusion without even looking up, only then parting a sigh as she paused to wave her bristled cleaning brush in the air. “You subconsciously deactivate when you shower, I assume? Otherwise, you wouldn’t really be showering, you disgusting buffoon.”

He tested her theory out that night, consciously checking to make sure the water did in fact touch his skin. It did, and then it didn’t. If he focused too hard, the water would start to repel off of the thin air around him. He grew frustrated again, realizing that overthinking how to shower without Infinity would only lead it to its activation again.

Why did two years of subconscious habit suddenly feel more disappointing but also comforting to rely on than trying to get better? He had mastered so many of his techniques with ease, spending more time prior to the incident without Infinity than he did now, yet two years and an accident was all it took for him to run Infinity like a computer mining for codes in the dead of night.

For months he would practice lowering his defences with small tasks again. He would lower as much as he could consciously while he brushed his teeth alone, or while he was doing his chores. Then eventually he started to lower it when the sky got dark, but an unsettling shiver would tickle up his spine and send electrical pulses across his skin when he did. His fight or flight response… There was just too much of a risk doing it at night.

The one time he tried to sleep without Infinity, his mind had conjured up a traumatic retelling of the incident. Covered in a sheen of cold sweat and a harsh thrumming of his heart, he stopped trying to mess with Infinity. With an onslaught of new missions and the approval of his request to be a teacher at Jujutsu Tech, Gojo’s schedule got too busy for him to maintain his practice anyways.

Unlike Gojo, you actually visited little Fushiguro personally on multiple occasions. He was a quiet nut who expressed little but the two of you got on rather well. Knowing Gojo spent a lot of time away from Tokyo, you substituted yourself as Fushiguro’s mentor on weekends. His step-sister was a kind girl who asked you lots about being an adult, fascinated with the things she couldn’t wait to do when she was old enough. She was an absolute sweetheart, and you would do anything to protect the two of them.

Juggling missions, training and individual time, it took about a year or two before you and Gojo were able to even spend time as friends and coworkers if you will. Despite still talking here and there, it was just hard to find time to truly catch up. Once you guys found your footing again, occasional group hangouts resumed and so did training together.

Five years from the night you two break up—not that Gojo kept track or anything—Gojo had convinced you to climb the roof of Jujutsu Tech for old times sake and share some drinks, having expected the long weekend to provide comfort to relax and enjoy yourselves. The occasional banter the two of you shared on a regular basis could not compete with an intimate moment on the rooftop, just barely looking past the treelines and down at Tokyo in all its urban glow. The two of you had split a pack of beers, drinking and cracking jokes between stories that have yet to be shared.

Gojo found himself staring at you the way he did all those years ago, tipsy with a hint of adoration behind his mask. You were laughing at an exorcism he and one of his students had just barely managed to pull after a nasty four-hour game of hide-and-seek with a special-grade curse in Miyazaki.

Only partially under the influence of alcohol, Gojo interrupted your fit of giggles.

“[Y/N]—Sorry, [Y/L/N]-san,” he paused, trying to find the right way to convey his thoughts without a barrage of questions. “Have your feelings changed?”

Your laughter ceased, expression growing solemn as you figured out your own thoughts. He watched with anticipation, his skin itching and his hand twitching with a need to push himself closer to you, but then you smiled.

“If you’re asking if I’m seeing anyone, no. I haven’t had time to even consider dating after we broke up,” you chuckled truthfully, taking a sip from your can. Down to your last drop, you threw your head back once to confirm an empty can before you sighed.

Gojo seemed to relax, content with the answer but you continued, “If you’re asking about the break-up, I’m still firm with my words.”

The white fox looked over at you. Now on the verge of being 27 and you having already turned 26, it was with certainty that little has changed. It was both comforting but also unsettling to him. His head tilted at your response, urging you to continue.

“Maybe it was selfish of me, but the pain of knowing I have never once truly known the feel of your skin against my own despite the intimate moments we had, that upset me. It was this… mirage of an understanding that we did touch—like normal people—I was oblivious for two years,” you reasoned. There was a strain to your voice, but Gojo remained silent. “For what it’s worth, I still admire you. I don’t hate you Gojo, I did my best—and I’m still doing my best—to empathize with your trauma, however, I still firmly believe that there is potential for you to reclaim your trust again.”

Gojo nodded, his lower lip was tucked between his teeth as the words settled him. Your voice soothed him and the alcohol made the whole context of roof-sitting at eleven on a Friday evening seemed innocuous, but a better part of him knew he wanted closure or some hope.

“I’m just worried that we shouldn’t be together until you have yourself figured out and have the trust that you need.”

Closure was not what he got.

The following day, Gojo woke up a little more tired than usual but he still found himself in Yaga’s personal space. The sensei was sewing away at a new cursed doll. The one before him was a lot more colourful than his usual creations. A patchwork of blue, pink and yellow, Yaga held the fabrics together by hand as he gently pierced the edges repeatedly.

Gojo’s quiet, lurking presence irked the sensei, prompting him to pause his stitching to raise an eyebrow at the alumnus. Gojo took a deep breath, collecting his thoughts before making an odd request. Yaga took his time to consider the predicament his old student had gotten himself in, weighing out the worth but also trying to find a suitable idea that would fit the request that was put forth.

Yaga waved a hand at the array of fabrics he had laid out next to him, prompting Gojo to take his pick. He settled on two colours, one being your favourite and the other that he personally liked. He thanked the principal with a bow, bounding off before Yaga could ask any questions.

Fushiguro had been having a rough time in junior high and with it being his final year before high school, Yaga and Gojo both thought that it would be beneficial for Gojo to spend more time with the growing delinquent before he graduated. You had heard about the fights yourself but the higher-ups had plucked you out of Tokyo to have you placed in Kyoto, providing assistance with graduation prep; something that required a lot of examinations both written and physical.

While you were gone for the next few months, Gojo worked hard to shape up Fushiguro as well as himself. The boy himself asked about you every once in a while, quietly missing someone who was not as childish for their age as was Gojo himself, but the older of the two knew about as much as he could share without worrying the teen.

“Why did you guys break up?” Fushiguro asked out of the blue one day. He had asked you before, but he was curious about his mentor’s side of the story. That and he was clearly trying to buy some time before Gojo had him taming his stupid technique again.

Gojo patted Fushiguro’s messy hair, irking the teen as he tried to scoot away. You and Gojo both had a tendency to do it and he only liked it a little more when it was you initiating the endearing expression.

“I wasn’t ready,” was all he had said before jumping up from his spot in the grass. “Now quit slacking, we got to get you in shape for graduation.”

Fushiguro tutted, easing off the ground himself, “Isn’t my admission already guaranteed?”

Gojo pursed his lips, “I mean I could always revoke it.”

Fushiguro narrowed his eyes at 6’3 giant before him, “You wouldn’t.”

The playful mentor offered him a shrug, poking his tongue out before going into a dramatic lunge. He outstretched his arm at his mentee, a finger beckoning him to step forward, “Guess you better prove to me you’re still worthy of Jujutsu Tech’s exclusive letter of admission.”

The doll that Gojo had requested from Yaga was an odd one. It looked like a patchwork rabbit with the two colours he had picked out and the eyes were black and beady. It wore a bib around its neck and had an anatomically incorrect marsupial pouch that contained a smaller version of the rabbit itself. It had been one of Yaga’s obvious Cursed Corpses, both dolls imbued with his energy. According to Yaga, the small one was sensitive to the energy from cursed spirits. If cursed spirits were present, the bunny would disappear further into the pouch of the bigger rabbit, while the bigger rabbit detected Gojo’s specific cursed energy. If it sensed that Gojo was expelling his energy for Infinity, it would thump. Of course, the thumping grew obnoxious as Gojo subconsciously had Infinity activated. He lost quite a lot of sleep the first week…

The smaller bunny gave him a sense of mind, having both dolls within range when he was in his own room. When he slept, he kept a hand on the smaller bunny and encouraged himself to sleep through the night without Infinity. The mistrust for his own environment started to change he found himself trusting the smaller rabbit to tell him if danger was near.

About a week after he got comfortable and the thumping ceased, the bigger rabbit started to attack him when he put his guard up. He had gone to complain to Yaga after getting used as a parkour wall one too many times, but Yaga simply shrugged and told him he was only abiding by the request that Gojo had initially left him with.

“I don’t remember training you to give up so easily.”

That was all Yaga had parted Gojo with before shoving him out his dojo, leaving the sorcerer to pout passively at the doll in his hand. He paced back to his room, the doll held at arm's length away as he grumbled to himself.

Gojo had anticipated seeing you at the end of the year, but when things went awry with Geto, he wanted nothing more than to selfishly ask you to come back early for his sake. Hell, if you couldn’t leave Kyoto, he had no problem teleporting over himself, but his decision was being heavily narrowed down to one thing and one thing in particular; was he ready to be vulnerable in front of you?

Even when he found himself stuck between a rock and a hard place, wanting the comfort of someone he was familiar and comfortable being intimate with, he was yet again hearing the tiny voice that told him vulnerability was anything but an option. His thumb hovered over your contact, a small green dot indicating your online status tempted him to just give you a call, but he knew. You were not the type to buy into the I’m fine bullshit, and at any moment’s notice, would drop everything to be there for someone in need. Gojo lost his chance to talk to you the moment the green dot disappeared; you had gone offline.

Whilst in Kyoto, you had a feeling. An intuitive tickle in the pit of your stomach that Gojo’s status was an indication he wanted to talk. He didn’t keep many people on that very account you were watching from your own phone—it was the one he only shared with sorcerers. You knew about what happened in Tokyo, you had gotten the report following your own battles in Kyoto against the parade of curses in Kyoto but alas, you knew despite your feelings of wanting to be there for Gojo, he needed to be the one to reach out to you first. It was what you deemed as part of the process for him to relearn trust and vulnerability. A heavy sigh was all it took for you to turn off your phone, slipping further into the hot bath you had started for yourself.

“Oi! Panda, Maki, Toge, I need a little favour,” Gojo calls out, waving the two second-years over. Maki rolled her eyes, following the two boys over to where their sensei was standing under a tree at the far end of the field.

The girl tuts, crossing her arms over her chest as she neared Gojo, “You’re not our teacher this year, we don’t need to do your biddings if that’s what you want.”

Stilling for a moment to take in the students’ rather unimpressed looks before he smirks, “What if it’s about your beloved [Y/L/N]-sensei?”

The three of them shouted at Gojo, bursting with energy from their spot at the mention of you. Even after only spending a few months with you in their first year and a few months before Okkotsu’s departure overseas, the current second-years have grown to love sparring with you. Unlike Gojo, you actually lost a few of your training battles against them, making them feel more like sorcerers with a chance of winning against a special grade. Plus, you took the position of being a teacher a lot more seriously, despite it not officially being your occupational title.

“Takana?” Toge motions to the grass beneath him, to which Panda nodded while Maki was leaning on the tip of her toes with anticipation.

“How come I never get this kind of excitement?” Gojo muses playfully as he tried to ignore their eagerness to hear more about his so-called favourite. “Anyways, [Y/L/N]-san is coming back from her mission in New York at the end of next week. However, the higher-ups are asking me to go out to Hiroshima before then. I’m not sure if I’ll be back in time but I want to make sure I get to see them at least once before they leave for their next mission.”

The number of details Gojo was sharing for once threw the three of them in for a loop, Toge furrowing his eyebrows first but Panda raised a finger, “So you want us to keep them from leaving early?”

Gojo nods while Maki squinted at the teacher, “Why don’t you just ask Fushiguro, hasn’t he known them longer?”

“He has,” Gojo chuckles, brushing the strands of hair that had fallen over his mask. “But he asks too many questions and I really just need you guys to do whatever you can to keep them here long enough. [Y/L/N]-san can’t possibly say no to eager students who want to perfect their techniques.”

Sharing a glance with one another, Gojo let out an obnoxious laugh, throwing a thank you over his shoulder as he walked off to do whatever it was that Gojo did on campus on weekends. He knew exactly what he was doing, and he knew that confusion would start to fester amongst his first-years as well when they were given the chance next to speak with their seniors. As long as the first-years’ curiosity got no further than the same knowledge that Gojo had given the second-years, his plan would work out just fine. Fushiguro would probably message him to ask, but he couldn’t be bothered to answer unless it was an emergency.

The special-grade sorcerer departed for his mission the morning before you got back to Tokyo. Nitta was excitedly talking your ear off in the car, going over all the exciting missions the first-years had gotten involved in. When you left for New York, Fushiguro was still the only first-year enrolled. It became apparent now that there were two new students with him, Itadori Yuji and Kugisaki Nobara. The former having been a non-curse user until he ate the first of many fingers belonging to Sukuna and of course Gojo of all sorcerers went to defer the teen’s death sentence…

Perking up at the thought, you tried to keep your eyes on the highway ahead of you and your voice sounding uninterested, “Speaking of Satoru, is he out on a mission?”

Nitta nodded, relaying what she knew about his current mission. Knowing him, he might be back well before the expected duration of the mission, but there would also be a chance you wouldn’t catch him before you left again yourself.

Back on campus, the first and second-years were on the field, sparring against one another under the nice sun. With his teal knuckle bracers, Panda threw a punch at Itadori, the latter just barely blocking the attack with his forearms yet the force still sent him across the field. You watched with Nitta at your side, wincing at the stark lines of dirt the pink-haired boy was leaving on the field from trying to withstand Panda’s energy.

Hiding behind your hand, you prepared to stifle the laughter that was bubbling with anticipation as Panda launched himself into the air high enough to gain an advantage on the first year. With a heavy thump, Panda sat on Itadori, squishing the teen into the grass.

Itadori struggled under Panda’s weight, fists drumming against the ground beneath him to deter his senior from sitting any longer. The laugh that escaped you caught everyone’s attention, Panda instantly bounding over to you with the other second-years.

“[Y/L/N]-sensei!”

Toge, Maki and Panda all came running over to you, while the first-years stood up. All three of them threw out questions about your mission and about your overall well-being while Kugisaki nudged Itadori, “They’re a teacher?”

Fushiguro cracks a smile that doesn't go unnoticed by his friends, both instantly jumping back a few feet at the rare expression on his features.

Itadori’s yelling caught everyone’s attention, “FUSHIGURO IS SMILING?!”

Kugisaki followed suit with her own squeal of shock. Walking over, you bowed at the two first-years, “You two must be Kugisaki and Itadori. I heard quite a lot about you guys.”

A flush took over their cheeks as they scrambled to bow, introducing themselves to you as you did the same. Turning over to the raven-haired boy, you offered him a big smile to match his own as he ducked his head for you to ruffle his hair.

“I heard about your recent improvements too, Megumi,” your use of Fushiguro’s first name short-circuited Itadori and Kugisaki as the two of them tried to get a sense of what was happening and who you were. “Domain expansion, huh? Congratulations, I’m proud of you.”

Fushiguro lifts his head the moment your hand left his hair, another bright smile still stretched across his face, “Thank you, [Y/L/N]-sensei.”

Having finally recomposed themselves enough, Itadori raises a hand beckoning your attention, “[Y/L/N]-sensei, are you a teacher here?”

Kugisaki was about to berate him when you laughed, waving your hand dismissively, “Yaga-sensei asks me every time he sees me, but I’m still enjoying the ability to travel and work freely. I do help teach and train sometimes but nothing official.”

As if he was waiting for his cue, Principal Yaga appeared from his dojo’s entrance, sunglasses over his eyes and the usual stoic expression giving nothing away, “[Y/L/N], have you come back to take up your offer as a teacher?”

Nudging your head towards Yaga, you gave a see? towards the first-years, “Today is not your lucky day, kōchō-sensei. I got to experience New York for the first time, maybe I’ll move there!”

The teasing smirk you gave the principal went over Kugisaki’s head when she heard New York. Instantly clamouring for more details, the orange-haired girl hurled questions left and right about the city, in particular, wanting to absorb every detail you had to give her.

Principal Yaga interrupted with a reminder for a mission report later, but the manila folder was already being pressed into his hands to which he grinned, “You were always my favourite student.”

Knowing exactly who he was comparing you to, you laugh, “He’s still submitting reports in crayons?”

Fushiguro let out an exasperated sigh, pulling out his phone to show you a picture he took of one of Gojo’s reports. On a small piece of paper were two figures, one who looked like Mike Wazowski redesigned as a volcano and the other... a spider?

“I’m still waiting for the day your habits rub off on him,” Yaga sighs before walking off. He stops halfway and turns to you, “Shoko is in her lab as usual, but I’m sure she’d love to see you after you’re done here.”

Nodding, you thank the principal before turning back to the eager peanut gallery, “Now where was I?”

Having been graciously granted a few days off between missions, you took it casually, finding time to absorb all the authentic Japanese cuisine you missed and catching up with everyone. You even made time to train and get to know the other two first-years, spending time with Fushiguro as well. Kugisaki and Itadori were amazed by how well you fought, your technique and how well Fushiguro was faring against you, smiling through most of his matches undeterred. He was a little more chatty too with you around, and the other two first-years could do nothing more than watch on, completely mesmerized.

On the day of your supposed departure, Ijichi was scheduled to drive you to the airport. He knew it was very unlike you to run behind on your own schedule, but left and right it seemed like the second-years wanted something from you. Panda and Inumaki had woken up extra early to try and bake you a cake. To show your appreciation for their efforts, you offered to indulge them in some light conversations over cake and tea before you left, seeing as you still had four hours before your flight.

At the three-hour mark, Maki wanted to ask you about a new cursed tool she had gotten her hands on, rumour was you had used it a few times when you were a student yourself so you were the only one she could ask for tips and a demonstration from.

Principal Yaga was also seemingly more interested in getting some time with you too, requesting you see him before you left for the airport so he could get your opinions on a new set of rules that higher-ups were looking at implementing in the following semester. Despite being well aware of your pending departure, everyone wanted a crumb of you and your time yet you could not find it within yourself to kindly decline. It wasn’t like you enjoyed waiting at the airport early but you definitely did not enjoy the possibility of being late for your own flight.

An hour before your flight was set to leave, you finally willed yourself to apologize to everyone, reminding them you had a flight to catch. At this point everyone had exhausted their plan to keep you on campus, growing worried they would have failed to uphold the favour for Gojo. Yaga on the other hand was waiting on the steps of the dojo, watching the stone path leading from the entrance of the campus.

With a sigh, you stop in front of him, luggage standing behind you, “You really do not need to see me off, I know you have your tasks, Yaga-sensei.”

The principal huffs, arms crossed over his broad chest as he continued to stare at the path ahead of him, “I’m simply monitoring the campus entrance as the school’s principal, you just happen to be leaving right now.”

You chuckle at the man’s attempt to play off his soft side but maybe you had been mistaken. Your hand came down to your luggage handle, ready to finally meet Ijichi when Fushiguro and the other two first-years came waltzing over.

“Have a safe trip, [Y/L/N]-sensei,” the three of them part with enthusiasm, less from Fushiguro but the small smile made its appearance.

You grin at the warm parting goodbyes you had received from everyone on campus, giving them a little wave, “Keep studying hard. You three have so much potential, I want to hear about your growth in reports even when I’m overseas, okay?”

The three of them nod with a small bow before everyone perks up at the familiar presence behind you. A sly smile stretches across your features as you close your eyes with content, “And here I thought you were avoiding me.”

“I would never,” Gojo chirps, turning your attention fully towards him. His usual black blindfold over his eyes, standing proudly in his uniform. Offering you his elbow, he nudges his head towards the path of the school, “We can catch up on our walk.”

You give him a small nod, wrapping your hand around the crook off his arm while your other tugged at your suitcase. The sound of the little wheels rocked over the stone path, leaving Principal Yaga and the students on the steps of the dojo.

“They seem close,” Itadori points out cluelessly to which Kugisaki silently agrees. Maki, Panda, Toge and Nitta also join them on the wooden steps, watching the two of you get smaller and smaller. Gojo was obnoxiously laughing about something.

Fushiguro turns to the principal, “You think he’ll finally do it?”

Yaga guffaws, “He better.”

Confused, Kugisaki and Itadori both crinkle their noses, “Do what?”

“Propose,” the rest of the present members deadpan as if they had been rehearsing this for a long time.

“Tch—I still think [Y/L/N]-sensei could do better,” Maki grumbles, pushing her glasses further up the bridge of her nose.

“Ikura,” Inumaki shrugged, disappearing further into the collar of his jacket for a split moment before popping back up, hand gesturing to the teachers, “Tsuna, tsuna.”

Gojo had asked you about New York on your walk to the torii gate, and you were more than happy to tell him about all the types of people you encountered. He had only been to New York once for an overnight mission once, but you were stationed there for a lot longer. The culture shock was really something for you to note in comparison to Japan. The people were interesting but after a while, it made you more homesick than anything else.

“Time Square was really busy, but I’m not going to lie, it’s not as exciting as you would expect. Or maybe it wasn’t as fun being alone,” you shrugged slightly dejected. “What have you been up to all this time?”

The tall sorcerer reaches his hand up to gently tug a flower from a tree as he passes under it, “Working.”

You sigh again, briefly sparing a glance at Gojo, “We both have, but tell me more specifically about yoursel-”

Your words got caught on your lips as Gojo delicately wedges the stem of the flower behind your ear. You stutter, struggling to find your words, but your entire train of thoughts jets out of the station when he tugs his blindfold down to his neck.

Platinum locks fall over his forehead but it was hard to miss the shocking blue eyes watching you softly from above. The glacier caverns behind his eyes pull your hand up like a trance, the same one you could never cease falling for, like a mistake you never stop making no matter how many times you were reprimanded for it.

Stopping yourself short from his cheek, you snap out of your daze, apologizing for your actions but Gojo cupped your hand up to his skin, leaning into your touch.

The shocking warmth contrasted his pale complexion. His peachy undertone just barely noticeable under the shade of overhanging branches. You were… touching Gojo. The feeling of soft skin raised the hairs on your arms, a visible shiver tickled the back of your neck.

His smile grew softer, yet wide enough it put the Cheshire Cat to shame, “I’ve been working on myself.”

In an instant, Gojo gets down on one knee, your hand remains stiff from where it once was, unsure of what to do following the unbelievable contact it just made. The very kind you had been selfishly vying after for years, although it remained a secret of yours. Having finally, truly felt the warmth of his skin against your own, it almost seemed surreal.

Your owl-like eyes only widen even more when Gojo pulls a little black box out of his pocket from the corner of your eye. You take a step back in bewilderment, a hand coming up to your mouth as you watch the man before you, open the small, velvet coffer.

“I know I don’t always look like the type of guy who takes what you have to say seriously, but there are three things that I can remember of our exchanges. The first would be the first day you arrived on campus,” Gojo smiles, blue eyes never once breaking eye contact until he looked away to clear his throat. “You looked me dead in the eyes— squinted even—and told me I look like the type that was popular amongst women but never took them seriously.”

Hiding behind your hand, you laugh, nodding at the memory dancing clear as day in your head. Gojo, Getō and Ieiri were there to greet you and Principal Yaga upon arrival from the airport. Everyone else had given you a warm welcome but Gojo was a little cockier than the others, shamelessly giving you a twice-over before asking if you were single.

Gojo chuckles at himself, “Now the second most memorable thing you’ve also said to me was the night you left me in my room alone for the first time. Up until then, leaving and saying goodnight was a mutual thing, but that night you found out about Infinity and there were so many ways I could have talked my way into making you stay but you were right, as always. ”

You didn’t miss the way the sorcerer purses his lips to the side at the confession but he continues without missing a beat, “You basically told me, in your own… humble—is that the right word? Humble way that you couldn’t see us together. At first, I was upset. I went from desperately trying to cling onto what we had out of comfort to a split moment of anger because it felt like you were giving up.”

Crouching down to be eye-level with Gojo, you shook your head, “I would never give up Gojo, you know that.”

He nods, “I do, but at the time that wasn’t what it felt like. At least not until I thought about it for a while, but I realized that with as few words as possible, you were just trying to look out for me. I appreciate that.”

“Something you can only truly achieve on your own accords,” the both of you whisper in unison, smiles cracking and Gojo takes a deep breath.

“I spent a long time trying to change a habit I started out of fear and resentment and it was not easy. Who knew second-guessing yourself could procure so much anxiety in someone? Anyways, after a while I stopped trying but then you agreed to climb the roof for old time’s sake for some beer and I realized I wanted a motivator. I know as much as you wanted to help, you were sticking to your words of wanting me to figure myself out on my own because it would be healthier that way. Knowing that you were in some way, still waiting for me— wishful thinking or not —I ran with it. I asked Yaga for help and he made me this really weird-looking doll—anyways yeah. So here I am.”

A little surprised at the abrupt end to his retelling, you tilt your head at him, trying to figure out if there was more. Gojo’s eyes dart side to side, unable to decide which eye to look into as if he was learning to make eye contact for the first time.

You call him by his first time, audibly shaking the man from his reverie and his eyes blew wide, “I still love you, [Y/L/N] [Y/N] and I want to marry you.”

“How am I supposed to consent to this promise of a future marital arrangement if you don’t ask me,” you chuckle, cupping his cheeks with both your hands.

Gojo sighs in mock defeat with a playful roll of his eyes before smiling at you, “[Y/L/N [Y/N], wanna get married?”

It was your turn to sigh, coming to terms that the Gojo Satoru will never succumb to being a hundred percent serious, even with the important likes of a marriage proposal.

Nodding your head, you give into Gojo’s childish antics, “Yes, I’ll marry you, Satoru.”

The smile before you reaches his eyes, the triumph could be seen from a mile away as he took the thin, yet subtly detailed band, from the box, briefly shoving it haphazardly into his pocket before slipping the ring over your finger.

Knowing Gojo, he had a witty comment itching to be said but you pull him for a kiss, craning your neck just enough to shield yourselves from the public eyes outside the dojo with the back of his messy head.

God, you missed those stupid lips.

A cacophony of cheers echoes from where the campus residents were and you brace yourself. Only then did you decide to pull away leaving Gojo to stare at your lips before darting his eyes to meet yours. His expression, unreadable.

“You should change your last name to mine so we can mess with the new students next year,” Gojo breaks out into a fit of laughter as you sunk your fist into his shoulder.

Standing up in a stretch, you roll your eyes at the howling fox beneath you, “We can talk about name-changing when we get married. Until then, I have a flight to catch.”

Gojo jumps up from his spot on the ground, dusting off the pant leg that he had been kneeling on, “Leaving without kissing your future husband? That hurts.”

With your back turned, you purposely flip him your newly-adorned ring finger, “I am not marrying your terrible habit of being late, you’ll just have to wait for my return from battle.”

Gojo smiles to himself, satisfied with the way the ring caught in the sunlight; proud of the choice he made the purchase. Watching you descend down the stairs towards the car Ijichi had been waiting in, under his breath he whispers, “I’ll be waiting for you, sweets.”

I spun the concept of the Punching Bear from EP6 for the doll that Gojo requests from Yaga, but who wants to tell Gojo that the little bunny was just a decorative addition and did not in fact sense cursed spirits?

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IS JIKOOK REAL?

In light of everything that's happened over the course of the month: Taekook in the Soop, the missing birthday post on Jimin's birthday and the following silence that's ensued in its aftermath- we are all still waiting for Jimin's birthday VLive; every Jikook fan past and present, deep and shallow, I feel, is left wondering whether Jikook was ever as real as bigfoot and the Easter bunny, a figment of our imagination. Is Jikook real, we all wonder.

Now, I can't answer the later with Vim and Vigor without opening myself up to all kinds of law suits under the sun- I don't care much for the skepticism and ridicule that usually follows. Nor can I in good conscience come out here and outrightly out these two that I feel are in fact a couple and dating. That would be very hypocritical of me.

The best I can do in this instance is to stream my consciousness and share with you why I believe them to be a couple? Let the records show, I am full on delusional. *smiling.

I think when it comes to Jikook the universal consensus within the fandom is that they have a really special bond. We can all agree on that much. Their bond is unique and just plain beautiful; the days of disclarity and obscurity over whether they even like each other long gone.

Thus I refrain from indulging in any conversation that calls to question the intentions of either party towards the other when either act in a certain way that most find displeasing. Such as, questions about why JK didn't promote Promise or Friends, why he didn't wish JM a happy birthday. Is Jk envious of Jimin or vice versa, etc.

Such questions as simple and as innocuous as they may seem are always hard for me to answer. JK promoted Promise, had the funniest reaction video to it. He promoted Lie, every chance he got with teasing Jimin's dance moves in Lie, literally had a gun to Jimin to perform Lie in run and that hand on his heart said it all. Is that not promotion enough?

We heard serendipity, you are me, I am you and the many tireless times JK has talked about it- he won't shut up about it. What more does he need to do to show he loves and supports Jimin's career?

I find when people ask these kinds of questions that they are operating on the mentality that JK doesn't love Jimin *enough* or worse that Jikook ought to love each other in a certain kind of way, their own arbitrary ways and to their own satisfaction.

I keep reiterating that this is their love and their relationship. Ours is just to observe how they are choosing to express that love for eachother and uWu while we are at it. Lol

That's not to say that we shouldn't have certain expectations of them if we believe them to be a couple. Expectations are important and necessary to sustaining our belief in them as a couple. But that expectation should be reasonable and should be determined by the patterns of behavior we see in them towards eachother, towards the group and with consideration to their values, culture and beliefs- stay with me.

If our expectations of them is that they are not loving eachother enough or in a way that satisfies and appeases our spirits then that's no longer expectations. That's projecting.

Thus, I'm often discombobulated by the questions i recieve on the quality of love they express towards each other because quality is relative and highly subjective.

Jikook only have so much room to express their love and affection for eachother since they are not out yet and so we may not fully be privy to the extent of the love they express for each other much less to ascertain its quality.

The space they inhabit is a working space and when the cameras turn on it is work and business...

That being said, what they are not doing within this constricted space they have is equally as important as what they are doing within this space. Whereas questions of the quality of their love is irrelevant, to me as an Alt shipper at least, I find questions of the degree of love between them highly important.

Jikook's special bond is indisputable. The conflict then has always been about labels, whether or not that bond they share is purely platonic, romantic or something in between- the degree of love between them.

And I see there are different schools of thought on this matter. There are those who operate on the assumption that Jikook are just special friends and reserve the possibility that they could be something more to them.

Then there are those who believe they are real or could be real but reserve the possibility that they could also not be real.

These are the conventional shippers. They play it safe. Good for them. But then there are the full on delulu folks such as myself who are risk takers and go all in or nothing- alternative shipping.

To me Jikook is real or I am not shipping them in the way that I ship them at all. Lol. Chileee, I prefer Yoonmin, Minimoni, Jihope, Vmin, Jinminkook, Vminkook as conventional ships for fun and what not. Jikook has always been that alternative ship for me.

And as an alternative ship, what Jikook do for eachother is equally as important to me as what they do not do for eachother. If Jikook are real then I think it's imperative that we have reasonable expectations of them in the way that they behave with eachother, enough to distinctify them as a couple within the group.

Couples are expected to behave in a certain way marked and defined by the couples themselves but that also set them apart nonetheless. Some people choose to be in an open relationship, may be friends with benefit etc but will still exude certain patterns of behavior definitive in itself that it distinguishes them from mere friends.

If Jikook are a couple they will define their relationship in a way that sets a standard for them such that this standard sets them apart from the rest of the group. And I think I have mentioned some of those standards as intimacy, speaking eachothers love language, exclusivity and the right to claim amongst others.

Yes JK loves JM and vice versa but are they loving eachother as friends or lovers? What are the patterns of behavior they put up or not put up to distinctify themselves as a couple within the group if they are one?

Yes Taekook are friends, but are they putting up distinctive characteristics that set them apart from Jikook? The answer is a resounding no- atatattatatatat, no buts. I'll bitch slap you. Lol

Tae cuddles Jimin and shares a bed with him but that is ok because they are besties soulmates. Vmin cute. Tae cuddles JK and suddenly the fandom is in uproar? Chilee, what's y'all on?

This is why I shy away from conventional shippers- well, some. The tendency they have to dismiss certain certain moments when they happen or import standards into Jikook's dynamics based on their own understanding of intimacy and romance without taking into consideration what Jikooks understanding of romance and intimacy is baffles me.

These are the people who would scream why is Jimin blowing kisses at Suga here, why is Jk cuddling Tae there without considering whether skinship with others is a deal breaker for Jikook. JK does skinship with Jin, Tae and suddenly they are questioning whether Jikook is real- I really can't relate.

If skinship is not a deal breaker for Jikook then such reactions to moments like these are nothing but censorship of JK and Jimin's behaviors and goes to question the quality of their love which as I said is irrelevant to the determining of the realness of Jikook.

If you think these skinship they do with others are disrespectful towards eachother then indirectly you are saying Jikook's relationship is toxic- but toxic relationships are still relationships and so that doesn't invalidate Jikook's relationship or disprove it.

If you expect JM to behave in a certain way because you think he is in a relationship with JK or vice versa that is no longer reasonable expectations of them but blatant censorship.

Put censorship aside, the question of the quality of their relationship aside, our own personal idiosyncrasies aside and hopes- what do you see?

REASONABLE EXPECTATIONS

I mentioned above how it's imperative to have reasonable expectations of Jikook if you believe them to be a real couple because without these expectations Jikook is no different from any other ship in BTS.

I talked about what constitutes reasonable expectations though and attempted to outline what doesn't count as reasonable expectations but allow me to shed more light on it for the sake of dissolving any ambiguity around the term.

Unreasonable expectations are those expectations we have that result in us questioning the validity of Jikooks relationship without cause. They often result in us assuming something is wrong between Jikook because we feel there is something we ought to see in their interactions because we are used to seeing them in Jikook dynamics.

Unreasonable expectations is drilled in us by false conditionings. Some of these false conditionings are external to Jikook, such as our exposure to analysis videos or edited videos. They often condition us to think Jikook are in BTS to screw eachother seven ways through the roof all year round. We tend to forget quickly that when the cameras turn on it's all work for them.

The worst part is, we get used to the slowed down gazes, the two seconds lingering stares and touches that go on for minutes in these edited videos and so whenever we are exposed to actual content from BigHit in real time we feel JK didn't stare too long, JM didn't laugh at JK's Jokes therefore something is wrong.

Some false conditionings are induced in us by Jikook themselves.

Take for instance, Jimlous and Jeonlous. Are these something to be considered reasonable expectations for us to have of Jikook because we see them do this all the time? Absolutely not.

While jealousy is an integral part of the Korean dating culture- allegedly, it is subject to the mental state, personal values and growth of Jikook.

As they mature, they may outgrow certain behaviors not limited to Jimlous/Jeonlous. It is thus unreasonable to expect these of Jikook all the time.

Coupled with long exposures to edited videos, we soon become conditioned to expect Jk or Jimin to react strongly to when the other seemingly crosses boundaries with others- aka skinship.

If you expect JK to pout each time Jimin smiles at another member and they don't, it simply means you are stuck in the past and aren't growing with them on their love journey. It doesn't mean something is wrong with Jikook or that Jikook is not real.

That doesn't mean Jeonlous is not important. It is a distinctifier. In my opinion.

Jikook are able to enforce boundaries with each other because they have the right to. I keep saying they are the only pair in BTS that has and exercise this right of claim over eachother. Jimlous/ Jeonlous is how we know they feel a boundary has been crossed and depending on the situation or environment they would often exercise that right of claim.

I have said, the only times I feel they don't and can't exercise this right of claim is if they are not a couple and just friends- when they are broken up. I saw this because even in official settings they seem to have this right of claim even if they are not exercising it.

What I'm trying to say is certain behaviors and patterns of behavior in Jikook are distinctifiers in that they set them apart from the other pairs and those distinctifiers can be reasonably expected of Jikook and so if we don't see those in them- over a period of time mind you, then questions and brows ought to be raised as high up as possible. If Jikook is not real then frankly I want to know. I'm not about to believe in bigfoot.

What I'm saying basically is, whereas Jeonlous and Jimlous are not a distinctifier perse as such shouldn't be reasonably expected of them, right of claim is a distinctifier and should be reasonably expected.

Skinship is not a distinctifier- if I have to repeat this one more time I swear to god imma wield JK's pan on y'all. Lol but deadass.

Now, is JK wishing JM a happy birthday openly on social media reasonable expectation? Come now, Y'all don know I had a complete meltdown over this on my TL. Of course I'm gone bring it up. Lol

Jikook wishing eachother a happy birthday on social media is reasonable expectations to have if it is a distinctifier or something that sets Jikook apart from the rest of the members. Is it? The answer is a flat ass no.

I mentioned that one of the reasons I believe Jikook is real is because I feel out of all the pairs in BTS they are the ones that speak eachother's love language.

Jimin loves to be made to feel special. Jk makes Jimin feel special. I mean he did gift JM a present without doing same for the others so it's safe to assume he gives Jimin special treatment on his birthdays- as should he. Mr Park set the standards high for his man.

Y'all know I was on my personal agenda with this whole JM birthday thingy. I was hoping Jk was going to post but only for Jimin and make a statement with it- a girl can dream.

The fact that he didn't post doesn't mean he didn't make JM feel special on his birthday. Had JM and BTS not talked openly about JK buying JM a present when he didn't do that for the others, frankly we wouldn't have known he ever did that for JM.

It sort of leaves you wondering what goes on behind the cameras. I mean if memories 2019 is anything to go by, Jikook is closer than we think.

Jikook show us a lot but there are a lot more we don't see.

In their early dynamics he used to do alot for JM that he seemed uncomfortable showing openly. We only knew of those moments through Jimin who seemed giddy and excited about them and would often overshare those information.

Personally, I feel whatever they did for Jimin on his Birthday is going to show up in a Bangtan Bomb or something in the future.

Due to BTS' inability to hold physical concerts due to the virus, I feel BigHit are on an agenda to increase demand and patronage for BTS content online by creating scarcity and making BTS less available and accessible- demand and supply, economics 101. They ain't slick. Bless them.

Social media is an outlet for Jikook. In my opinion. It is one of the means through which they express themselves individually and as a couple. But it's my understanding that Jikook use these outlets in different ways.

While JK uses it as an outlet to express his feelings because of his introvertedness, Jimin uses it as a means to connect with his fans and build their platform.

What I mean is, if JK is feeling happy he is going to come on here and tweet, cup of milk let's rock and roll. When Jimin doesn't pick up his calls, he's gonna come here and tweet it's hard to love. And when JinMin leave him out of a VLive he's gone drag his man's ass to film an impromptu live with him- bless him.

Jimin I find doesn't show up on social media on impulse as JK does- we all know what happens when he does. Thats when the multiple tweets and misspelled names roll in.

Jimin's presence online is often curated, in my opinion. He will often make time to talk and share his thoughts and feelings with Army to connect with them. It's the quality time love language bit in him.

Together, they use social media as an outlet to tease their relationship as a means to relieve the stress that comes with hiding their relationship. Their relationship. They do this through the flirty banter thingy they do on line- posting after eachother, responding to each other's messages etc.

An example is the recent Weverse thingy JK did which I posted about. And more recently, the D5/D4 posts they shared on Twitter where JK posted a picture of his mic on stage, an Army Logo and a purple heart. Which together read, JK purple's Army.

Jimin responded with a complimentary post of himself performing in a black and white photo with the hashtag Jimin, I miss Army. Now you don't need me to tell you what that means and if you think it's a coincidence- sorry to you.

When JK does these things, he is often connecting with Jimin, reaching out. Not every post he sends is about Jimin or intended for Jimin. I find usually the ones that are about Jimin, Jimin responds to them through his own posts or that they will have something in them that indirectly points to Jimin.

Like the 123 song recommendations or even recently the pinky ring, sky and cup of milk photo he posted after his birthday VLive.

A lot of people kept saying perhaps the chrome heart ring he wore on his pinky was a gift from Jimin. It could be. But I think the pinky was reference to the pinky ring Joke he shared on stage when he took Jimin's ring and put it on his pinky.

The blue sky reference, well... you know. But I was more concerned about the blurred out yet visible tags on the buildings in the background- this is weird for me to say out loud but I felt the message of that post was we are not hiding. Don't mind me.

Jimin loves to flaunt their bond and flex it on social media. He gets giddy and excited when Jk shows his affections, interest and attraction to him.

I have said JK and JM have two different personalities and while often Jimin is loud, open and overwhelmingly affectionate, JK is equally intense with his affections but at his choosing. They both have intense feelings and passions for eachother but they express it in different ways due to their different personalities.

Jikook are together but they are on their own unique personal journeys of growth as well. And as much as they start certain traditions, they also end certain traditions. This is especially true for JK.

He is the one who started their 123 coded flirty banter and he is the same person who ended that tradition with the ending scene post he shared on Twitter.

Because JK likes to retract and conceal aspects of himself, often I value and pay more attention to the things he does share than the things he don't.

And because Jimin is very loud and forward with his expressions, I value and lay attention to the things he does not share more so than the things he shares.

Often I hear people say Jimin acts the same with everyone, he is so openly affectionate so certainly his love for JK doesn't go beyond platonic feelings nor can it be exclusive to JK.

That's just the thing with JM's persona. It is so loud it blurs the line between his true self and his idol self.

The boy in love with Jungkook is a facade. That is the role Jimin took on at debut. If you don't know this you've been played. If you dislike JK's brand of love, his way of expressing his love for Jimin because of this persona Jimin has you owe Jk an apology.

That one person who loves Jungkook unconditionally in BTS is just a performance. All BTS were given roles, a marketing role to sell the bromance and sell the fans. Most of them have since out grown those persona's and those kinds of performances- especially JK.

JM still holds on to his persona compared to the others in my opinion: that hypersexualized, aigyo cute persona, a bit brazen, confident, shameless etc. He projects a lot of himself into this persona but I feel often he injects bits of this persona into his real identity as a way to break himself out his limitations as Park Jimin-That never mind tattoo is there for a reason.

And so when he is being loud and daring and a tease that's not when I find his love for JK. His love resides in the calmness of his storms. In his moments of quiet when he isn't screaming and disappearing while he laughs; when he is staring at JK, taking in his visage as if he is the most beautiful thing on earth- that's when you see all the love he has for him in his face. He never does this with any of the members.

When JK is injured and he switches off his loud persona, that's when you see the real park Jimin.

I don't know which is worse, people who believe this sick persona of his is real or the people who see this persona for what it is but fail to look deeper than that.

Then there are those who believe they are dating but then dismiss certain questionable things when they happen in their dynamics. Isn't that why some people believe Taekook is real? in spite of Jikook? How can you believe a ship to be real when the existence of another ship calls into question the entire ship and not just aspects of it? It beats me.

Are they any ship in BTS that calls Jikook into question? I'll leave you to answer this.

If your answer is wrong, I'm blocking you.

Signed,

GOLDY

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