#they were both fixated on each other so i dont think that’s it?

[rosalinesurvived]

Imagine asking your best friend to go to a notoriously dangerous warzone with you 🫥

And then imagine your best friend saying no because they don’t like being told what to do and they don’t like having to be in charge so the army would suck 🫥🫥🫥🫥

[strawberry-lychee]

self-care night w/ simon

self-care, charcuterie, and movie night with simon <3 he literally doesn't care what for dinner as long as you're for dessert!! tags: a little nsfw, but mostly fluff and loving on simon, i wanna appreciate the quiet moments you get with him <333 a/n: i dont think i've written fanfic since i was 17/18 but my current hyper fixation is ghost and so the brain worms need to come out

'girl dinner~ girl dinner~~~ giiiiirlll dinner~~~~' you sing to yourself, laying out slices of a freshly baked baguette, prosciutto, brie, strawberries, and other delectable little treats along the long cutting board.

youre at simon's flat right now since he's on leave and you both want to spend every second together that you can!! while simon was at the gym, you went to go get snacks for a movie night in together!! you had big plans to stay in and do nothing!! you weren't sure if everything you had planned was really simon's thing but you loveddd a little self-care night and you know that if you love it, simon's always game to play along (he's so sweet to you like that!!)

simon comes out of the bathroom, fresh out of the shower. his hair's still a bit wet and he's wearing a soft worn black t shirt and matching black boxer briefs. it takes all your willpower to not be a horny little shit and start something right now. "'m ready," he tells you.

"ooo yay!!" you cheered, excited. you had specially requested that simon let you do his skincare after showering.

he watches you gingerly setting the charcuterie board on the coffee table. he notices that there's already a glass of whiskey waiting for him. there were also two wine glasses sitting on the table adjacent to a pink wine bottle. and everything was sitting on top of these ceramic coasters you picked out and painted as a surprise for him during one of your first dates <3

simon watches you bounce over to him. you've already changed into one of his shirts and some little shorts. he's undressing you in his head as you take his hand and guide him back into the bathroom.

the corner of his lip quirks upwards as he lifts you by your waist onto the bathroom counter so you can have easy access to his face. you slide to sit closer to the edge so simon can stand right in between your legs.

your toiletry bag was already sitting on the counter. you dig through it pulling out tiny bottles of toners and serums and moisturizer. simon listens intently as you explain what each one does. you shake some toner onto your plans and massage it into simon's face. he closes his eyes and leans into your touch, content and safe. sometimes his mind wanders off to other things -- chores he still needs to get done, if his mom and dad were ever like this, flashbacks to the mission he just completed -- but your soft touch brings him back to the present. simon sits and revels as you work through each step, gently and lovingly massaging the potion you've brewed especially for him into his face. into the scars lining his jaw and cheeks. into the wrinkles of his skin from hours of stress, of laying in the sun, scoping out his target, of fretting about why you're still here, with him.

simon's resting his hands on your thighs, and he gives them the gentlest squeeze. it's a silent reassurance to himself -- that you're really there. with him. the prettiest bird he's ever met is in his little flat welcoming him home from deployment. he still doesn't understand how or why there's a soft spot in your heart for a brute like him, but he's learning to stop questioning it. he's learning that maybe he does deserve you after all. maybe simon does get to be happy.

"almost done~, just gotta do some lip balm next" you chime. simon grunts in acknowledge, his eyes still closed. he can't see anything, but he hears you pull out something else from your toiletries bag. you unscrew it, a moment passes, and simon barely registers the scent of strawberries before feeling your lips press up against his.

simon contently moans into the kiss, thinking about the passionate sex you two had last night... and this morning and right before he went to the gym. he raises his hands to firmly brace your hips against his. before simon has the chance to start nipping at your lips, you pull away and say, "all done!"

you even take a finger to swipe some excess lip balm off the corner of his mouth before you giggle and slip off the bathroom counter, absolutely aware of the effect you have on him. you love being his little minx <3

you walk over plop down on the couch and smile at simon, patting on the seat next to you, inviting him to join. for now, he ignores the growing tent in his boxers.

as soon as he sits down, you scooch up against his side and he raises his arm to wrap it around your shoulders. as you rest your cheek on him, simon feels a warmth creep up inside. you two fit together like pieces of a puzzle. before meeting you, what did he even do while he was on leave? this is the most at ease he's felt in a long time. the long lonely nights of sitting by himself on his couch, trying to figure out what to do next are in the past.

you turn to plant a kiss on his shoulder. there's a part of simon that preens under the ample attention you shower him with.

"you wanna try a bite of all this?" you asked. simon knows you're talking about the charcuterie board you put together, but he's thinking about something else he'd like a bite of 👀 👀

simon doesn't even have to give you a verbal response, he just opens his mouth and you slide in a delicate little bite of baguette and brie with a drizzle of honey on top into his mouth. he chews and chews, and relishes it. simon's never been one for 'fancy' food like this, but the fact that you prepared it for him warms his heart. it's been a long time since someone's made food for him. simon nods thoughtfully and takes a sip of his whiskey. "that's fuckin' gourmet right there," he says.

you giggle again. "im so glad you like it!!" you say. it sends a chill down simon's back.

oh, he could get used to this.

[seikkoi]

ᴀʀʀᴀɴɢᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ | t. stark & s. strange x f!reader

Step one: Work at one of the most successful research laboratories in the country. Step two: Don't fuck it up. Step two and a half: Do not fuck it up.

content/warnings: mildly dubious consent (sooo uncharacteristic of me), degradation, power dynamics, voyeurism, shy reader, org*sm denial, v*ginal fingering word count: 2.6k a/n: im having a small fixation on our favorite witchy doctor dont worry abt it

Shitshitshit!

You chastised yourself mentally over and over again, watching the bright blue numbers tick downwards. It might make sense to get up, scramble across the lab, fling your hand around the incubator and pull the plug. That’s what an amateur would do, but you’re an expert and know that will do fuck all for you now. Then again, an expert would have set the goddamned temperature correctly. 

You’d fallen asleep at your desk–a natural consequence of several late nights collecting data (or drowning in term papers and reports). In your half-awake state, right before your head hits the table, you set the temperature twenty degrees lower than it should be. Dreamland gave no clues to the impending doom awaiting you. Instead, you dreamt of a tropical paradise. Your sunny fantasia was inevitably interrupted by the persistent beep that echoed the labs walls.

The digits keep trickling down, and you rest your head in your heads. All you can do is wait for it to hit zero. Thousands of synthetic cultures–gone. That was two months of work down the drain, and your bosses expected a very long report, printed and neatly stapled by the end of this week. 

You were so fucking fired.

The numbers finally stop, the computer beeping tauntingly as if you needed verbal confirmation on how screwed you were. You could not even begin to imagine how you would explain this. You worked at one of the best laboratories in the world, there wasn’t room for rookies errors here. Especially not when they come from supposed wannabe professionals like you (and cost millions of dollars). Your first week some larger-than-life MIT grad used the wrong inventory system and was gone by noon. You weren’t any better, just some Ph.D candidate trying to boost her resume. 

The computer stops, and in its absence you pick up on the slight tick of the clock on the desk. The red analog reads 9:57 PM. Late, but not too late for your bosses to still be around. You’re nauseous with guilt, but you can’t imagine carrying it through the night, working with nothing through the rest of week just to get canned on Friday.

No, you’d accept your fate now.

If you were lucky, you’d only have to talk to one of them. 

You don’t have a preference for either. Stark had no issue showing dissatisfaction through his words, often sternly and without grace. The good part was that he was the same way with praise, although you rarely managed to earn that. Strange on the other hand was, well, strange. You barely interacted with him, but when you did you always left the conversation not sure if he despised you or merely tolerated your presence. It changed your working attitude from focusing on the science to scrambling for perfection to gain even the faintest ounce of approval. 

Obviously, not well enough if you were making Alaska-sized mistakes like this. Both were equally arrogant (unfortunately, well deserved) and you knew neither of them well enough to plead for your job. 

You make your way down the dim hallway, passing the empty offices and labs. More than one mental pep talk passes through your mind. The end of the hallway held your demise, a cracked open door holding an illuminating light and a pair of voices. 

All you could do was hope they weren’t too harsh.

Beyond the wooden door, you listen to two voices argue indiscriminately. 

“I suppose you think we should just give it away.” one says exasperatedly, and you figure this is Stark by the sarcasm laced in each syllable.

“No,” the other sighs, “but our shareholders will never agree to this price point.”

“The shareholders will agree to whatever we tell them to.”

“You’re right, to a point. Still, we need to be realistic in our expectation of returns.”

“We haven’t done all this work for realism. We did it for profit and you want to sell our hard work to the lowest bidder.”

You tapped your knuckles against the oak door, heart beating in your chest. You went through a couple of opening lines–promises about how this would never happen again and pleas for understanding. Logically, you knew neither were likely to be granted. The voices on the other side grant you entrance that you take nervously. Inside, Stark sits at the large desk in the middle of the room. Strange stands beside him, peering over papers that you presume sparked their conversation. 

At the sight of you, both men seem to soften their hardened expressions. Whatever nonsense flared their words a moment ago is gone, replaced by confusion by their junior researcher at their door this late. Strange glances at the timepiece on his wrist before you can say anything, scoffing and shaking his head. 

“Yes, [y/n]?”

The annoyance drips, clearly not amused by your poorly timed visit. You wring your fingers in front of your body. 

“Firstly, sirs, I want to apologize, there was a mistake with the incubator, and the cultures were destroyed.” 

You wish you sounded more confident, but instead your eyes dart between the men and the floor. Your omission tumbles out in a whiny tone, waiting on every syllable for their faces to turn and tell you how stupid you were and how much you cost them in time and resources. That’s not how it goes, however. 

Stark leans back in the leather desk chair, metal creaking as his arms are crossed in front of his body. He makes an annoyed face, sure, but not the angry scowl you were dreading. 

Strange’s reaction is even more peculiar, chuckling slightly and glancing back at Tony.

“Did the incubator make a mistake, or did you?” he says lightheartedly, a grin stretching on his face, yet the words create a swell in your throat. 

Tony seems to find it amusing as well, watching Strange stalk towards you. He stops in the middle of the office. You’re less than two yards away, trying not to tremble under his gaze. 

“I did, sir, I’m sorry. I’ll gather my things and leave.” you whispered, hanging your head in shame. 

Your feet are on autopilot, turning for the door until Strange speaks again.

“Oh, there’s no need for that.” he chuckles. “Right, Tony?”

You turn back to see him looking towards Stark, who hums in approval. Even more confused, you watch as Strange beckons you closer, and you obey on instinct. 

“I don’t think it’s a good look for a Ph.d candidate to have a termination from such a large company on her record.” Tony coos from his chair.

“No, not at all. That might just tarnish her future.” Strange adds.

Their eyes rake over you. Stephen beckons you forward again, and you comply once more. Clearly, they were mocking you before giving you the boot. The condescending drip in their voices leaves your skin hot with embarrassment.

“We wouldn’t want that for you, sweetheart.” Tony sits up as Strange guides you towards the desk, a large hand resting on your back. 

“I-I don’t understand.” you stammer. 

They both share another laugh at your confusion. Stephen stands behind you once you reach the desk. He nudges you forward until your hips are flush against the edge. There’s still separation, but not enough that you can’t sense his body right behind yours.

“I’m sure a smart girl like you knows how valuable you are to us,” Tony locks eyes with you as Strange twirls your hair in his fingers. The touch shocks you to turn back to him, only for Strange to push you back to face Tony. 

“Everyone makes mistakes, after all.”

Your eyes widen when Stephen presses his body into yours, easily towering over you. Heavy hands trail down your jean-covered hips, hot enough to burn your skin through the denim.

“We’re very understanding, I’m sure we can work something out.” Stephen’s voice purrs in your ear, warm breath tickling your throat.

The glittering look in Stark’s eye is all too familiar, watching Stephen’s hands get acquainted with every inch of your form. You shudder under his touch. The blood in your veins runs cold as you catch a wink between the two men–and suddenly, you understand.

“Wouldn’t want your career to end before it even starts now would we?” Tony taunts. 

Fingers tease along your side. Soon, they work their way under your shirt, grazing the skin of your midriff. 

Any lingering uncertainty is snuffed when Stephen presses further into you. The desk digs into your hips, trapping you between it and the tall doctor. 

“I can’t–we can’t–this isn’t–”

Each attempt at a full sentence fails under Tony's lustful gaze. It’s quite enjoyable watching you fail against Stephen. Recruitment always seemed to be just the prettiest research assistants. Who could blame them for finally getting an opportunity for a taste? 

Not to mention you did just cost them a small fortune with your little mistake. Contrary to your beliefs, though, they liked your work ethic (and you, for that matter). Letting go of such a helpful piece of eye candy simply wouldn’t do. That doesn’t mean that kindness is a guarantee. 

“No?” Tony hums. “Well, we could always let you go. We can give a shining recommendation, of course having to mention your little incompetencies.” 

Being blacklisted would kill you. All you wanted was to work in this field. Years of late nights and term papers down the drain was a far greater loss than a few synthetic cultures. 

“Please, you don’t have to do that.” you plead. Behind you, Strange’s beard scratches your throat. His hands travel further north, dancing on the hem of your bra. Goosebumps spread across your skin.

“Like I said, I’m sure we can all come to some sort of compromise.” Stephen’s voice drops low and heavy, enveloping on your covered breasts in his right hand. He squeezes gently, tweaking your nipple through the padded fabric.

“W-what if someone finds out–please, just–”

“Oh, don’t you worry, honey. We know how to be discreet.” Tony smirks.

Your eyes can never seem to leave Tony’s, watching his smile grow as your arousal does. It’s against your doing. Stephen completely surrounds you, touching any part of you he could reach. You gasp when the doctor’s idle hand finds your other nipple, rocking himself into you as you squirm. 

“I think she wants to keep her job, don’t you, honey?” Stephen chimes in.

You nod nervously. If this would save your career, so be it. People have slept with their bosses for less, right? And you certainly weren’t blind, both men were attractive in their own rights, able to pander through a catalog of women much smarter and much more their style. It begs the question why they were doing this all–crossing such a boundary with a goddamned graduate student. 

“Oh no, honey, we’ll need to hear you say it.” 

You barely blink, nor breath, all brain power zeroing in on Strange’s heat pressed into you. Tony raises an impatient eyebrow and you manage to answer out of the need to appease him and keep your job. 

“Yes, I’ll do whatever you want.”

The second the words leave you, Stephen’s hand disappears from your shirt to push you over the desk. You would’ve face planted straight into it had his palms not wrapped tightly around each of your wrists, yanking your arms. You try to sit up, uncomfortably pressed between Stephen Itchy wool suit pants and the wooden desk. Tony gleams down at you as the doctor keeps a firm hand splayed across your back, his right hand reaching around for the zipper of your jeans. 

In the next moment, you feel cool air bend around your bare legs. Before you can have anything even remotely resembling second thoughts, your lace panties are quickly pulled to your ankles as well. Warmth flushes across your cheeks, feeling Stephen’s hungry eyes and fingers on your exposed cunt–all while Tony’s eyes stay locked onto you, smile growing wider as your shame does. 

That became harder the second rough hands grab the supple flesh of your ass before a teasing finger slid across wet folds. You squirmed against Stephen’s hold on your wrists, trying desperately to look anywhere but at your boss as you bit back a soft gasp.

“I think our pretty little assistant is feeling a bit shy, Stephen.” Tony declares, reaching out to caress the side of your face not pressed into the surface. It sends butterflies up your spine at how gently he draws tight circles on the skin of your cheek, humming in satisfaction from how roughly Stephen roams over your body.

“Tsk, I hardly believe that, as wet as she is right now.” he murmurs, distracted by the mess you wish you weren’t making. 

You kept your lips pierced tightly between your teeth, lids squeezing shut when a long digit pushes into your aching walls. A deep groan from Strange echoes behind you. You hardly had time to eat, let alone maintain a social life. This meant it had been almost months since you’d slept with anyone–leaving needy and aching from the simplest touch. Even if it was your boss. 

You instinctively try to pull forward when a second finger is roughly added, and this time you can’t stop the whimper as you stretch around him.

“There it is–feels good doesn’t it? Don’t be shy, honey.” Tony’s voice sounds like smolding ice, freezing your nerves and setting your skin on fire. 

You almost hate yourself for how good this feels, Stephen pistoning in and out of your cunt until the sounds of your arousal against his fingers flood the office walls. All while Tony strokes your face like you're made of fine china. It’s far more than your body can handle, stomach already tightening with each pulse of the doctor’s fingers. 

“Go ahead, hon’, tell us how much you like it.”

Your face warms. From his touch or embarrassment, you’re not sure. You stammer under the heat, trying to look anywhere but Tony’s piercing eyes. 

Stephen’s hand comes down strong on your exposed ass, earning a loud cry from you as you strain against his hold. It shouldn’t make your head spin as much as it does.

“That wasn’t a request, answer him.” the doctor commands, gripping your wrists even tighter. When you take a second too long to muster a response, another strike falls on your opposite cheek. Your nerves are nearly disintegrated, still relishing good his finger feel stretching your cunt.

“It–it’s good, it feels–” you cry out once more when he spanks you again, taunting you for being too quiet. 

“It feels really good, sir.” you say louder, nearly shouting into the wood as your legs shake. 

Tony laughs above you, only worsening your shame. It’s an easily forgotten feeling–Stephen’s fingers curl inside you, testing each angle until he finds the one that makes you squirm. Soon enough, you forget where you are entirely, barely able to tell where your skin and theirs begin. Your high is far too close to care about the way Tony watches you, or how bruised your wrists will be after Stephen’s done with you. 

Just as your mind starts to split into two, it’s quickly interrupted. Stephen withdraws from your soaking cunt, leaning over you to press you impossibly further into the desk, unbuckling the leather belt at his waist. You jerk your head up at the ache between your legs, meeting Tony’s devilish smirk. Warm lips grace your ear, chuckling at your needy panting. 

“Aw, poor thing. Don’t think we’d let you off that easy–you’ll need to earn it.” Stephen whispers.  

As he sinks into you, you get the feeling this mistake will take quite some time to pay back. 

[lindamccartneysstrap]

hell0o. i dont know anything about the beatles but i just watched two of us on a whim and have become insane. fic recs please or just any content, news articles interviews idek. help me tumblr use paulmccartneyprostateorgasm

Sorry I haven't been ignoring this I've just been Thinking. The thing is that I've been into the beatles off and on since I was in middle school so it's hard for me to remember like. Beatles 101. But welcome to hell. Two of us is a cwazy intro to mclennon lol.

Ok so I guess the thing is really depends on how serious you wanna be with your idk beatles scholarship? Like at an absolute bare minimum I would skim some wikipedia articles so you know the major people/places/events/eras. There are a zillion beatles bios and docs most of them bad some of them vital. Unfortunately it haven't gone through any of those since I was a teenager so I can't really tell you which is which anymore. I'm sure plenty of other beatles blogs could provide resources if you want them.

Definitely watch get back and let it be. The movies the beatles were in as well but less essential I guess. Advanced Level McCartney Studies but watch give my regards to broad street it's a fascinating reflection of pauls psyche.

I'd look at blogs like @amoralto @thecoleopterawithana @undying-love for references. Probably more upper level stuff but all of pauls interviews are on the paul mccartney project website and I once went through and read all the interviews from the 80s. Full disclosure, the thing about mclennon that compels me the most is the tragedy of it all, so that's where I tend to fixate. But it was a fascinating experience because you can really see paul work through his regrets/grief/resentment/bitterness/pain about john in real time

A word of caution when reading interviews: both of these guys are incredibly untruthful at times. John, after the breakup in particular, could be very hot and cold, especially about paul so don't take everything he says at face value. Paul also lies a lot no matter what anybody tries to tell you he just gets away with it more because he's still alive and people feel bad calling him a liar

Songs. Their songs are very very important. I sometimes see people act like it's stupid to believe things based on the songs. To a point I get it art doesn't have to be literal yadda yadda. But you also gotta consider these guys communicated a Lot to each other through music from the time they were teenagers. Anyway I'd suggest listening to the songs for a more thorough understanding but just reading lyrics I guess is fine. I personally still like going through people's mclennon playlists and analyzing Why people think they're mclennon. Look at the lyrics, go to beatles bible and/or the paul mccartney project and learn about the context, etc.

Okay anyway on to fanfic. If this is your main concern just ignore all the above advice who cares. Also I'm a horrible resource because I always forget what I read. Um @forthlin @menlove @pauls1967moustache have good fics sorry I can never remember any of your ao3 names. Merseydreams (I think it is) has good fics. @crepesuzette2023 does a lot of fic recs I think. One thing that's always fun about beatles fics is when u think something is completely made up and you look it up and it's literally real like wtf. I'm also a bad reference because I'm heavily biased towards early days fics and post breakup fics.

Ok hope this helps even a little bit. Remember the most important rule is to have fun. People take this shit so seriously but it's literally the beatles. But please do fact check that always drives me nuts.

[showyouhowiswing]

Some chyan headcanons:

most people think they became friends during that summer at Lava Springs, after the baseball game and Ryan became more inmeshed with the general student body

it's true enough, kind of.

they weren't friends during junior year, before all that shit went down with Troy and Gabi and the school musical, but they were something

they hooked up a few times during Darbus's detentions, backstage where no one would ever find them and once in the rafters while they were supposed to be painting the top bit of a set

it didnt mean anything. they didnt talk about it. it just sort of happened numerous times. they were both totally chill about it and Chad definitely didnt spend many nights by himself, thinking about what it would be like to not be so lonely. Ryan didnt either.

the first actual night they spent together was after the infamous baseball game, and at some point lying in the dark, tangled up in each other, Chad admitted he didn't know why they hadnt done this before.

"No beds backstage, and we were on a timecrunch. Besides, you wouldn't have said yes if I invited you over."

once they really became friends, Chad spent most of his friday nights at Ryan's, even after senior year started.

it was only a little bit about sex.

Chad eventually confessed that Ryan was his queer awakening. Ryan refused to believe him because he knew he wasn't the first guy Chad had fooled around with.

it's true though.

sophomore year Ryan became the mascot, and the first time Chad saw him take the head off Ryan was drenched in sweat and his hair was sticking to his forehead. Chad went home that night and dreamt about it.

he did hookup with a guy on the track team, convinced that his fixation on Ryan was a fluke.

it wasn't a fluke.

Ryan knew about track team guy not because Chad told him, but because he also used to hook up with the guy and he saw some rather incriminating texts on his phone.

junior year Chad kissed Ryan first, but only because Ryan egged him on.

"If you dont want to chat, Danforth, maybe you should find something else for us to do."

yes it was because of the texts, no he didnt think Chad would actually do it. he was pleasantly surprised though.

after the game it was also Chad who initiated, although it went a little differently.

"I'll do the show on two conditions, Evans. One, you go out for baseball this year. I don't care what your sister or anyone else has to say about it."

"And the second?"

"Take your pants off."

over the course of senior year, everybody kind of figured there was something going on with them, but it wasn't confirmed until the morning after prom. they all shared a handful of hotel rooms, except Sharpay who fucked off to god knows where, and Ryan who specifically got his own room to get away from the eventual chaos.

and Chad, who was of course the exception to the rule.

Zeke woke them up the next morning for brunch, and Ryan (in an attempt to be helpful) tried to cover and say he slept on the floor, obviously there was nothing indecent going on.

Chad, from under the duvet, announced that Ryan was a terrible liar because not only did they definitely have sex last night, it had been going on awhile, and also Chad was very bisexual and anyway they'd be down for brunch in half an hour.

he made a similar speech at brunch minus the duvet and specifics regarding the sex.

everyone was chill, though money did exchange hands. Kelsi was miffed they didnt wait until after graduation so she could win the pool.

they're happy together.

so incredibly happy.

[goomyloid]

PLEASE explain your thoughts on kriselle in full detail

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS 100% UNPROMPTED ASK! I SHALL EXPLAIN

i hate toby fox. why did he do this to us. he really put it better than anyone else. not really romantic not really platonic but…. something else… some secret more sinister more heartfelt more absurd third thing

i wonder at what point should i clarify that i dont even really seek out kriselle in a romantic context… DONT GET ME WRONG i have zero issues with the ship whatsoever and all of the krisellers out there are living their best (most painful) lives and i SEE THE APPEAL. BUT when i rotate them in my brain i dont need them to kiss or anything like that i just need them to sit down and sadly hold hands and stay like that forever and ever. in case you couldnt gauge that from my art so far

tldr i dont think i ship them in the traditional sense at least …. the things that i usually fixate on for any romantic ship are not there with these two. there are no romantic feelings there In my mind. and all at the same time i start screaming and throwing up and killing myself (all positive) whenever i see them even in the same image together. hngh

ive tried explaining this to people before and they usually suggest something along the lines of a QPR and even that doesnt feel right to me. truly the best way i can put it is… that red string of fate man… which i almost hesitate on saying too because i dont actually know if noelle is Quite an important enough character to the story to warrant a connection like that. WHICH IS A CRAZY THING TO SAY. I KNOW. DO NOT EVEN THINK ABOUT GETTING ME WRONG i think dess and her connections to gaster and her usage as a stepping stone into the weird route are all VERY important… but in my brain its just not kris/knight/asriel/every other mysterious main focus of the story Important. i didnt mean to get into deltarune theorizing here i hope nobody’s blood is boiling rn

so yeah in the end. toby fox once again put it best. they are friends, but they are also something else.

back to the actual pairing though… sometimes i think im going overboard and overestimating how close kris and noelle were as children because noelle will go and say things like “i wonder if we were ever really friends at all.” which is kind of a fair statement considering the circumstances. sure they played together and all and tagged along with their siblings to do stuff together but when dess went missing… it all kind of stopped. kris is just a kid, they dont know what to do or even how to process it, much like noelle. asriel is probably dealing with his own feelings, he just lost his friend and likely old enough to understand the weight of what happened. while noelle and kris cant say much to each other at all.

im always back and forth on speaking headcanons for kris but the one that i always seem to come back to is selective mutism… to me kris had a lot of trouble communicating well as a child and could only grow comfortable around certain people, asriel and noelle being clear examples because they’re both so patient with them. maybe because of this noelle felt like they could understand each other without really needing words, and just physical interaction was enough to achieve some form of closeness… or maybe that was all just on her end, she thinks when kris goes to play the piano. but if that’s the case, why does it feel like a concert just for her…?

jesus dont even get me start on them as teenagers either. noelle has lost her sister, and now kris has lost their brother… but not in the same way. they look at each other and wonder if they’re the same now. or, maybe thats too cruel. maybe its not the same thing at all. asriel’s coming back soon, after all. it will all be over soon, kris won’t have to feel this way for much longer, right? so then, why does kris look so miserable, sitting in the corner over there? all noelle feels like she can do is sit next to them quietly. to be there, and to somehow, vaguely, messily help each other. the misfit kids that dont really know how to talk to each other and yet understand each other regardless

thats why the dark world feels like such a dream to her. these crazy city lights, fantastical creatures, susie’s there, and she actually might have the means to defend herself and stand her ground, whether it be verbally or… otherwise

and most of all, much like with kris offering an adventurous haven to susie in ch1, the same is extended to noelle. by kris’s side, no less. it feels like theyre doing things together again, and its fun, and nostalgic… she wants to bring dess. and i think its okay to assume kris wants to bring asriel, too. recreating the make-believe world they lost so long ago… is it really possible?

no… how can it really be possible, when this isnt kris? something is wrong. its almost perfect, except kris… it’s them, but it’s not. she sees their face, their expressions, their laughs, their worries. and yet the voice that comes from them… isnt them. and it scares her! even if nothing particularly bad happened as a result. and if something bad DID happen, well…

she just wants what they had before back. is it really so impossible? can they reconcile after all these years? does kris want to? is kris capable of doing so? maybe they just need to hug again. will it feel like a real hug? the person she thought she understood is acting in ways she doesnt understand. they’re telling her to do weird things. they cycle through actions as if they just want to know what happens. and they cant even play piano anymore.

[nishnormp]

cheavy ramblings

Been thinking about the stinky BLU classic heavy from the comics lately. He's basically the villain of the final issues, and was practically built to be unlikeable from the start so his defeat could be more satisfying; buut since its been years since an update came out and I am slowly going insane, I think it would be funky to explore him more (bonus cmedic feature)

Few disclaimers: I'm not excusing his actions (I myself think hes a bitch) and I do NOT ship him with tf2 medic (also I dont think tf2 medic is unmasked cmedic bc 1)why would he sabotage himself in the issues by acting like That 2)uhh reasons later 3)this panel) also some of my takes aren't original, but I've expanded on em a bit

P1: Medic hater activities

As we all know, cheavy's greatest sin was dunking on + killing tf2 medic

Somehow he and tfc demo got sidetracked by medic's question, but the most hostile he gets towards tf2 medic here is jeering at the fact that they're going to hunt down his old team; which tf2 medic doesn't seem bothered by.

( @number1yisuchongfan actually brought this up before me) This panel pretty much sums up why cheavy is pissed: medic was implied to have a record of being weird with parts (he lost his license bc he stole a man's skeleton), he blew ALL of his budget meant for healing on exotic parts (that he put in cheavy's teammates), AND he revived the enemy (said enemy slips away a few panels later just as cheavy gets informed that three of his mercs died).

(also, the weird p3do tfc scout and soldier arent included in the 'three good men', since they died much later) Speaking of the 'good men' comment-

P2: Good leader at some point?? Not anymore tho

Hes gruff and an ass, but cheavy has a soft spot for his team; the tf2 mercs call each other strictly by their classes, but the tfc ones know each other names (also see cheavy's way of describing his dead teammates and his immediate reaction to go over there rather than curse/assume their incompetence)

He gets curious about australium, and from here on out he gets fixated on it- enough to be more unreasonable than usual. Cheavy is pretty amicable with Bea, and the way he acts with her is probably more in-character for what he was like back in his prime rather than the hot-tempered man that the later panels show.

I mean . He and his team were highly recommended and even took out ALL of the admin's elite teams, leaving the tf2 team for last. He may be a drill sergeant, but I don't think he was a genuine tyrant for most of his career; they aren't purely business-basis with each other (some of them formed close bonds, like fred and virgil), plus- any elite team would be able to capitalize on an overly prideful and control freaky leader (+a constantly demoralized team) sooner.

With three of his mercs dead and his plans failing against a team that he saw as rejects, the mental strain is showing badly. Tfc mercs don't have much personality in their games (or their own comic about them during their prime) but one of the few dynamics mentioned is between the Heavy and the Engineer+Medic. Tfc engie is the one who stepped up to ask about cheavy's plans, and he also gets the brunt of his anger. Earlier, cheavy answered bea's question and encouraged her, but now he's yelling and mocking the capabilities of one of the men he coordinates with the most.

Tfc scout's line may just be him not understanding/underestimating australium (esp since apparently cheavy had to ask grey mann what it even did), but it also reads as him seeing cheavy having officially gone off his rocker; his shaky grasp over leadership might kill the team before being deprived of yellow rocks does. Both scout and engie are thrown off by his attitude, implying that cheavy isn't usually like this (I can't imagine them being coordinated if they all shrimp away like that).

His line of thinking for both of these situations are pretty questionable. For the first one, he knows that the bots extract australium from the body, but he also knows that the mercs likely have nothing in them anyways (note the emphasis on his dead mercs, this is him taking revenge but also he is NAWT going to get any australium for those extra immortality machines which is still a pressing issue for his engie). In the second one, he first tells medic that they'll try figuring out how to stitch the machine on him, which leads to medic stabbing him and cheavy retaliating. Cheavy then goes all the way with attempting to kill him, stating that he'll just gets his answers from the administrator. Its soon revealed that he wants to fight tf2 heavy, but even that is ??? Like cheavy knows that he and his team are old as hell, but he's going to try having a fair fight with a guy in his prime anyways? He didn't even know that he could just slap on the machine at the time, and the unnecessary risk for what seems to be a quest to satisfy his ego is antithetical to his supposed goal of getting the rocks and making his team immortal. At this point, his hatred of medic has completely overridden his rationality; there were many ways for him to have killed both of them, yet he didn't take em.

P3: Cmedic

I saw some posts abt how cheavy is likely coded as homophobic due to how he treats medic (a presumably gay-coded character) bc of the "stay in the kitchen"-esque dialogue, and the way cheavy undermines him in verbal + physical ways. I do not have a very solid defense for this . aside from everything I listed before.

Just to clarify, I think its cheavy's fault for alienating medic from the start: loss of medical license aside, medic's inventions DO work splendidly for healing. Would it have been more concerning since medic is . meant to heal? Maybe. But mercs are literal murderers for hire, personality quirks should be the last of their priorities. The guy is passionate about showing off his stuff, and he was even enthusiastic about getting on the battlefield and healing cheavy. I'm not saying medic was going to be 100% loyal, but he's willing to do his job for the classics as long as he wasn't disrespected so damn much.

The tfc mercs with personalities are ones that oppose their tf2 counterpart; tfc sniper is a sadist rather than a swift professional, tfc pyro is...also a sadist rather than having tf2 pyro's misguided bubbliness, and cheavy does not respect his team's (current) medic. This in conjunction with the complete and utter lack of not just presence but also mention of tfc medic leads to the popular belief that the guy just up and left because of the disrespect.

(Writing inconsistencies be damned I like to cope) so what if it wasn't the case?

These are one of the few lines in tfc that describe a cooperative nature between certain classes. Like I mentioned earlier, tfc has less media compared to tf2 so its easy to slot personalities onto them as villains (tfc sniper's gun blowing people into giblets kinda helps), but I don't think these can be ignored. Fred was the one who represented the rest of the team's opinions to cheavy, and the phrasing in the second pic is even stronger; the heavymedic duo was always a thing, even in tfc.

Sort of. Gameplay-wise, cmedic is more like a roided out scout armed with a medkit that can give enemies and disguised spies tuberculosis, grenades that can send him across the map, and a gun that can destroy sentries (situational). He doesn't need to cling to his more offensive teammates as much as tf2 medic, and while his kit can instantly heal a teammate to full no matter the percentage + give overheal- its strictly melee ranged and has no ubercharge. In a narrative sense, cmedic would most likely oppose tf2 medic as a more 'grounded' healer. He prevents damage to his team by erasing enemies himself, doesn't go too overboard with his biochemical arsenal (his brew is potent but hes stuck with the melee-ranged kit and no crazy mechanic like uber), and can typically run off by himself (provided he isn't jumped by two soldiers or smth). Its a matter of game design, but can translate to the comics in an interesting way.

Medic is the only one who speaks of cmedic, and while the mention itself has no violent reaction- no one else speaks of him. I can't imagine him being easily forgotten since the heavymedic duo is just too iconic, so what if smth exceptionally horrible just happened to him? If cmedic was close to cheavy than everyone else, his loss/disappearance could explain cheavy's immediate dislike for tf2 med; not only replacing his own med, but with the complete opposite in terms of personality as well.

(I could expand on cmedic more, but this post is already long enough as is so I'll probably just make a separate one gah)

[bun-nny-nny]

ORAL FIXATION!! :3

HAVE SOME GHOST SMUT.....i dont write often but when i do pairing: simon "ghost" rileyx reader tw: smut(MDNI), kind mean ghost i guess i like em mean, finger suckin bro, not polished just somethin quick

You worked as the head medic on an army base. Your work as a medic was everything to you. Bright and silent, you usually liked to work alone, which caused Simon " Ghost " Riley to take a liking to you.

Sometimes, you sit together in perfect silence doing your own things, just happy to be next to a like-minded person without the stress of forcing interaction or conversation.

However, there was one problem he had with you….you had a horrible oral fixation. When you worked, you had a habit of chewing the shit out of whatever you were using to write with, pencils, pens, markers… You named it and you probably chewed on it. At times, the sound would irritate the large soldier….and this moment was one of those times.

You both sat together on a couch in the rec room; Ghost sat on the sofa scrolling through his phone with you sat next to him, laying on the couch, your back resting against Ghost's side as you held a clipboard in one hand and a thoroughly chewed apart pencil in the other. The pencil end was almost nonexistent, but that didn't stop you from absentmindedly gnawing on it further like a teething puppy. Each crunch of the pencil made ghosts brows furrow as the sound sucked him out of the distraction that was some silly video on his phone.

Crunch, crunch, crunch…

Until he had had enough of it, swiftly, he moved an arm, quickly taking the pencil from your tiny hands. The sudden loss forced a whimper from your lips, making your face light pink from embarrassment: " H-hey! I was using that!"

Ghost let out a tsk and pocketed the pencil, "not for its intended purpose," he said gruffly, his gaze not moving from his phone as he spoke to you.

You let out a huff, which Ghost thinks is one of the cutest things you could do, before you try to reach over his lap to slip your hand into his pocket. He caught your wrist immediately, his gaze finally leaving his phone to lock with your eyes. Stern honey-brown eyes stare deep into yours, asserting his dominance through a simple gaze.

You huffed again and pulled your hand away, returning to your clipboard. This time, your fingers went to your mouth as you worked. Ghost's gaze turned to you again, watching you chew and gnaw at the small appendages. He watched as bite marks covered your fingers, and with another dissatisfied tsk, he grabbed your wrist, pulling your fingertips from your mouth.

"bloody hell…." he said as his eyes scanned over the growing red teeth marks on your tiny delicate fingers, "can't you sit still and not chew on something for just a day?" he asked, his tone stern yet not unkind.

"can't help it…" you murmur to him, your cheeks flushed a light pink yet again from embarrassment. You felt as if he was somehow shaming you for your compulsion.

The large man stared down at you for a while, studying your flushed cheeks before he sighed as he placed his phone down, moving his now free hand to his mouth, the other still wrapped firmly around your wrist. With a swift motion, he bit the tip of a finger of his skeletal glove and pulled it clean off, letting the fabric fall from his lips and down to his lap. Slowly, he inched his large fingers near your soft lips. "here…" he said, which made you look up at him, a brow raised in confusion.

"You need your fingers for work, don't you, Doc? So use mine to chew on…go ahead before I change my mind." He said as his hand holding your wrist let go. He captured his phone in his grip once more, returning to the video he had been watching. His fingers still pressed softly to your bottom lip.

Without needing further reassurance, you slowly let one of his large fingers into your wet mouth, soft lips wrapping around his calloused pointer finger. Tongue slowly lapped at the tip of his finger as you began to suck softly on it, tasting the saltiness of his skin. Finally satiated, your gaze returned to your papers. As a few minutes went by, your lips slowly descended his pointer finger, taking in more of the digit as you sucked and licked at the flesh within your mouth teeth, softly scraping against his skin as you moved up and down his finger absentmindedly wholly consumed by your work once more.

As your mouth worked on his finger, Ghost's other hand tightened just slightly around his phone, the feeling of your tongue on his digit making his breath hitch just a bit. The pleasurable feeling was a bit unexpected. His hands had never been sensitive before, but something about the way your tongue circled the padded tip and the way you sucked and gnawed so gently made him want to bend you over the sofa.

Suddenly, you let a second finger pass through your plush lips as you flip through your pages, tongue sliding between the two with your mouth slowly swirling its way around them, loving the way the long, thick digits press gently against your tongue. With the sudden sensation, Ghost's breath increased his grip on his phone, tightening the knuckles under the gloved hand going white. The wet noises coming from you as you sucked and nipped at his fingers made his head flood with ideas. he thought about how badly he wanted to shove them down your throat and make you choke on them as he watched tears form in your eyes from the intensity. How he longed to hold you down and fuck your mouth with his fingers till you whine and whimper, begging for mercy.

He shut his eyes as his mind blossomed with thought after thought of your writhing, twitching from under him, crying sweet tears that he'd licked clean off your cheeks.

Your mistake was putting a third finger in your mouth, stretching out those soft lips perfectly as you slobbered over them, unaware of the wet sucking noises you were making. Now these sounds…these sounds were even more annoying (in a different way) than you chewing on those damn pencils, and that third finger was his last damn straw. He let out an annoyed grumble, his fingers quickly slipping from your lips which made you whimper loudly, another sound that went straight to his dick.

Quickly, he stood up, his hand going to the back of your neck and holding on tightly as he leaned down to your ear. Hot breath fanning the nape of your neck, he said, "I think… I got another thing your mouth could play with…it will keep ya nice and busy, dove."

[kisses4bei]

Haikyuu Boys As Taylor Swift Lyrics Part 2!

Warnings: slight angst

Part 1 here<3

Authors Note- Holy fart i havent posted in almost a year,, i lowk missed this platform sm :,) but guys shld i try make a smau?!!?!!!!! idk lmk pls and give me ideas bc my head is empty. please dont mind some of these may be ooc i js like imagining that they act like this^^ pls dont mind how half assed and rushed the last one is</3

Delicate

“Handsome you’re a mansion with a view.”

-akaashi, kuroo, sugawara, osamu, kita, ushijima, oikawa

Your boyfriend is perfect. It’s nothing new. The first time you laid your eyes on him to now is nothing different. You will always be starstruck by his presence. Just him in general. You knew people were going to have their eyes on him but you didn’t care. Because you know while their eyes are on him, his will always be fixated on you. Admiring you. Not them, just you. “Y/n?” Your boyfriend chuckles from across the table of a fancy restaurant, you got caught staring again. You can’t help it, he was yours, your handsome boy.

The Way I Loved You

“I miss screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain and its 2am and I’m cursing your name”

-tsukishima, atsumu, oikawa, kageyama

You both always wore your heart on your sleeve. Your emotions were always apparent. Especially during arguments. It’s been almost a year since you guys broke up but you still think about him. The good moments and the bad. No matter how many relationships you’ve been in after him, him and his name will always be engraved in your mind. You missed him. You missed the cafe dates he would take you on with a side of your favorite flowers. You missed cuddling after a bad day. You missed when he was the one who made your bad day. Arguments out in public when it’s pouring rain. Back and forth screaming and yelling with a make-up kiss shortly after. Sleepless nights where he would have you crying and cursing until your eyes were so puffy you couldn’t see. Regardless of everything, you still missed him.

Dress

“Our secret moments in a crowded room, they got no idea about me and you”

-hinata, iwaizumi, oikawa, nishinoya, bokuto

It was the start of the first semester of uni. That means you and a couple friends were invited to a huge campus party that everyone knew about. There were plenty of recognizable faces, all close friends. You and your best friend are having a lot of fun at the party socializing and such. Best friends. That’s what everyone else sees. But they dont see the subtle admiration and glint in your ‘best friends’ eyes when he looks at you. They dont see both of your glances to each others lips when the other is talking. They dont see the slight moving of his hand onto your thigh whenever sitting close next to each other. They don’t know anything about you guys aside from being two best friends. But you two know the truth.

[cossiedxll]

Hey!!

Can I request prompt 13 (needing each other)

With Geto Suguru from jjk.

Some angst + comfort

Thanks so much! Your writing is amazing <33

prompt 13: needing each other + geto suguru

authors notes: AHHHH i love this request!!! i absolutely adore suguru omg and thank you for participating in the event!

he's tired, he's so tired. honestly at this point he's not even sure what tires him out so much. he chalks his lack of energy to the fact that he can no longer find the energy in him to even eat or drink, the packet of his favourite snacks you left on his bedside table a few days ago sit there unopened. the water bottle you left there had only been opened a total of two times. one of which was when you forced him to, concerned at how pale his face was.

his eye bags are getting worse he realises. he truly has been mostly sleeping in his room, trying his best at a pathetic way of running from his problems instead of facing them. he thinks it's his punishment for running away, the fact that he can never get a night of restful sleep.

"suguru? you ok?" your voice rings through his ears, the thoughts seemed leave him alone for now. you dont expect a response from him but you thought it was worth a try. "can i come in?" you try again, hoping to at least hear something from him. your hand hovers over the cold knob of his door as you wait for an answer. "come in." you let go of the breath you were holding as you twist the knob open.

you notice he's sitting up on his bed, eyes piercing into the floor beneath his feet. you shut the door behind you before joining him on the bed. "what's wrong?" you ask, turning your head towards him, his eyes still fixated on the floor. you both sit there in silence before he mutters, "i'm fine." his voice sounds so tired, defeated even. "please don't hide it. don't lie to me." you smile softly, you realise his hands are freezing as you took ahold of them.

"i.. I just don't know what to do anymore." he sighs, you notice his fingers start to play with yours as he thinks about his next words. "I feel like everything I do is all for nothing. just an endless cycle exorcism and consumption. doesn't even help that the curses taste like shit." he laughs bitterly, he can even sense the lingering taste of bile at the back of his throat right now. "I'm sorry you have to go through all that. I know I can't help much but don't rush yourself into choosing a path. I'll always be here for you if things get hard so don't bottle it up, even if it a small problem, come to me." he turns his head to you, your fingers working at massaging his palms.

"let me be here for you, I want to be with you. to help you when things get rough, even if its as small as giving you gum after your missions." you share a laugh together, you're glad its able to make him smile. "don't suffer alone. you aren't alone, not anymore." you pull him into your embrace, your hands now soothing his back as he rests his forehead on your shoulder.

you can feel your shirt dampen yet you don't mention it. "thank you." you hear him whisper, his voice cracking slightly. his arms around your waist tighten as tears fall down his sunken cheeks. "thank you for always being here for me." he pulls away, your hands cup his cheeks to wipe away his tears. "there's my pretty boy." you brush his hair aside as he laughs a little. "I love you sugu, don't ever forget that."

"I love you too." as he pulls you into his embrace this time.

notes and reblogs are heavily appreciated and thank you for participating in this event !

[guavagyu]

untitled - c.yj

synopsis: in your school, yeonjun’s kind of a loser. but when u decide to talk to him and be his first real friend (#saviorreader), how could he not be in absolute love w u?

wc: 8,597

content: i used the word pretty too much but it's ok cuz it fits, both yj and reader r college students (i dont think i specifically mentioned college tho, i only used school), jun steals tiny things from u (little trinkets that were collecting dust), tbh the whole fic's a mess cuz im a mess for yeonjun, not proofread, mentions of alcohol consumption (yj and reader stay sober cuz they don't like alcohol), virgin!yeonjun, loser!yeonjun, tall!f!reader (basically same height as him), perv!yeonjun, honestly perv!reader too, yeonjun is rlly rlly down bad like so embarrassingly obsessed cuz i like my men like that, reader just wants to please junnie <3, hardcore mutual pining, ngl reader is kinda that girl, smut (mdni!), sub!yeonjun, oral (f receiving), jun LOVES ur boobs, possessive!jun (guy hits on u at one point, he becomes a whole new person cuz of u LOL), yeonjun is a sweetie i love him, yeonjun has that stroke game!!, jun jerks off while ur sleeping (ur not sleeping ur wide awake lmfao), hand n oral fixation, multiple orgasms, nipple play, breeding kink, mommy kink, dacryphilia, fingering (f receiving), nicknames (pretty boy, baby, junnie, kitty, whore, pervert), handjob, big dick!jun, dumbification, edging, marking, cum eating, spitting, hair pulling, praise kink, brief degradation, jun n reader r so obsessed n in love w each other it's crazy, so fluffy u want to knock urself out /pos, choking, aftercare, swearing, lmk if there's more!

it all started when you saw him sitting in the corner during lunch at school all by himself, doing something on his phone. you noticed him (well, everyone did. but you were the only one that really paid any attention to it), wondering why he was always on his own. on the fourth day of this, you decided to finally sit down next to him,

"hey, yeonjun, right? i hope you don't mind me sitting with you," and the moment you gave him the prettiest smile he'd ever seen, he was hooked. he'd given you the cutest little nod before diverting his attention back to his phone, trying not to make it obvious that his heartbeat had quickened dramatically, he swore anybody could see it pumping out of his chest. his messy long black hair and thin-framed round glasses fit so well with his face and were probably one of the prettiest things you've seen since..ever. this cycle continued for days, just you being there, no conversations shared, simply you two sitting there in silence as you both refueled for the day. eventually, he wanted more. he really wanted to talk to you, hear your pretty voice, see your pretty face, and really really wanted to sneak subtle glances at your chest. call him a weirdo, but you can't blame him, the only ones he's seen were ones in porn as he tried to get himself off to the thought of you. he hasn't even known you for 2 weeks and he's already cummed all over his hand and sheets whimpering your name as he shuddered at the pleasure. of course, he'd never admit that to you, no matter what..maybe. in the slightest chance you two do get together (a/n: u do.) he might just tell you. underneath his fantasies and perverted nature, he was just a shy boy who wanted to love you, and he made that his ultimate goal. once he finally gathered up the courage to say something to you, he wanted to make it meaningful,

"um..y/n..thank you for, you know, sitting with me everyday," yeonjun couldn't maintain eye contact with you if his life depended on it, you were just so hot, and you let out a small giggle at how adorable he was,

"no problem junnie," you put your hand on top of his for what he thought was the shortest time ever, and oh..the nickname. he felt his dick twitch when it fell out of your mouth, all he could do was flash you the sweetest grin and turn his attention back to his phone as always. you'd always wondered what he did on there, you had some ideas, but you never brought it upon yourself to peek, you felt that was too invading. and he's so glad you never did, that you maintained your perfect nature and never snooped, because if you did, he would've dug his own grave and gave himself a closed-casket burial. the things he wrote about you in his notes app..absolutely horrendous. the things he wanted you to do to him. yeonjun would always imagine those things when he jerked off in the shower, making him cum faster than ever, the steam making his head fuzzy as he whined. after he'd leave the shower, he'd put his shorts on and then fall asleep palming himself, desperately wishing one day his hand would be replaced with yours (a/n: it does). the day semesters ended and he got placed into not one, not two, but three classes with him, he could feel his spine tingle and his fingers quiver with excitement, more time to see you, he'd tell himself, internally leaping for joy. you simply thought it was a happy coincidence at the time, but nonetheless glad to see the boy who was slowly becoming your favorite. the boy who you always tried to sit next to in class, the boy who was in your mind when you wished the teacher to let you pick project partners. the day the teacher finally did, you never felt your eyes flick to him so fast, his gaze already on you. yeonjun smiled so brightly when you gave him your number, and you wished you'd given it to him earlier. when he came to your house to work on the project, he was enamored. you'd brought him to your room, simple, organized. yeonjun immediately noticed the cutest stuffed cat, the eyes in a ^^ shape and the faux fur fluffy and black by your pillow. he'd also noticed the tiny trinkets you left on your dresser, small polaroid photos and little things you'd bought. he took the smallest ones, the ones in the back that were slowly collecting dust, hoping that you wouldn't notice as he wanted more things from you. he focused as hard as he could on helping you with the project, wishing that you'd continue to invite him over even though you had no more work to do. the moment you took a quick break to leave for the bathroom, he scrambled to your bed, even though he'd sat on it before, he never got the chance to really sink into the soft mattress..oh. and that was it, the smell of your shampoo from your pillows filled his lungs, and it immediately became his favorite smell of all time. once he noticed you finished and were washing your hands, he immediately tidied up the sheets as best as he could, trying to make it seem like he didn't just shove his face into your pillows for the past 40 seconds,

"sorry..hope you don't mind me sitting on your bed," he'd mumbled a quick apology, hoping you wouldn't be too upset,

"hm? oh no not at all feel free, do you want something to eat? i can order takeout if you'd like, it's getting late," yeonjun felt his heartbeat pick up the pace once again when he saw your eyelashes flutter,

"uhh, sure. if it isn't too much trouble," he said softly, his voice slightly raspy making your stomach do tumbles before you let out a quick "it's really no problem at all" and ordered food. 20 minutes later, the doorbell was rung, and you raced downstairs to grab it, yeonjun following shortly behind you, trying not to stare at your ass and thighs as you ran down the stairs, you quickly thanked the person who delivered your food, before gesturing him over to the table as you laid all the stuff out. once he sat down, he felt his mouth water for two, very different reasons. yeonjun tried to distract himself by shoving his face full of food the moment you reminded him to help himself, eliciting a small laugh from you. halfway through you two eating, thunder boomed throughout the area, shaking your house ever so slightly (a/n: this has happened to me before), lightning flashing throughout the sky. usually, you loved rain, but you had company over, company that was yeonjun. not that you minded having him over, but you weren't sure if you could keep your relationship with him strictly in the friend zone if his pretty lips kept moving like that as he chewed. at that point, you were zoning out, staring at his perfect face until..uh oh. the power went out. (a/n: how coincidental...),

"are you sure you wanna head home in this type of weather? my phone says we have a tornado watch too," you asked, voice laced with concern, secretly wishing he'd stay. just the slightest bit. right?

"oh, is it really alright if i stay the night? i don't wanna trouble you more, you've already done so much," he mentally punched himself for not immediately agreeing to stay, but of course he didn't want to overstep his boundaries,

"junnie just look outside i don't want you walking home through that shit," you insisted on him staying for his safety, but on the inside wanted him to stay just so you could be with him longer, how selfish,

"i.." that nickname again, slipping off your tongue like second-nature, making his heart skip a beat, "fine," he gave in, wishing he'd given up earlier, but that would've made it too obvious,

"good. i shouldn't have even asked, i'll get you something to change into. i should have a spare toothbrush somewhere," you mumbled to yourself as you cleaned up everything, using your phone's flashlight to guide you through the darkness, before heading back upstairs to get the spare toothbrush and a change of clothes. after digging through your closet you found an oversized t-shirt and knee-length shorts, and finally found a toothbrush that you ended up getting from the dentist. after calling yeonjun up to make sure everything was okay, he caught himself before saying why can't i just use your toothbrush? once he finished changing, he found it so hot that your clothes fit him so well, loving how perfect you truly were. how you were just as tall as him, how you had the prettiest eyes, the most perfect lips, all of it was absolutely amazing to him. to stay polite, he opted for sleeping on the couch in your room, it was big enough, and he could sleep comfortably knowing you weren't even 5 feet away, although he wished there wasn't any space between the two of you. the rain continued to pour down, hitting your window like rocks, thunder cracking down like a whip. he found comfort in the sound, just like you always did. of course, when he tried to truly relax and fall asleep, he couldn't. the smell of you from your clothes enveloped him like a blanket, constricting him tight, giving him no room to breathe. he felt his mind grow hazy and his senses dull as he slowly runs his hand down to his pants, hips bucking up as he bites his lip to muffle his moans, hearing you shift quietly spurring him on, trying to finish as quickly as he could. eventually, he had to cover his mouth with his hand (a/n: his hands r so fucking pretty wth) to keep himself from being too loud, bucking his hips up even faster into his other hand, wishing you would wake up and finish the job. but he couldn't let you do that, especially with how you thought of him right now. what he didn't realize was that you were wide awake, hearing him moan and whimper into his hand..before hearing him whimper one last thing you couldn't catch. you couldn't catch him whimpering your name in front of you. you tried to play it off as hearing things, as the rain was still battering against your window like hell, but it was just..so clear. you could feel your panties slowly stick to you as your wetness slipped out of you. the noises that came out of him were so pretty just like he was. as you slipped back into sleep, you made a mental note that he really was your favorite pervy pretty boy.

---

when you awoke, saturday sunshine gleamed through your window, the rain finally ending during the night. you tried to see if the power was back, and luckily it was. as you sat up, you remembered last nights events, feeling your slick still there. however, when you looked to your couch, yeonjun wasn't there. fuck, did he leave early? but, your thoughts were quickly shut down as you heard sizzling downstairs and a waft of bacon hit your nose. oh my god. how much better could he get? you slink out of bed, drawn to the smell like a zombie, trudging down the stairs before rubbing your eyes to wake yourself up,

"sorry junnie, but you didn't have to cook," i smiled softly, noticing how he jumped slightly at your sudden appearance. but, it was your morning voice that really got to him. he really didn't think you could get any hotter. but here you were, doing just that,

"oh, it's really no problem. think of it as me repaying you for, everything. i can't thank you enough for letting me stay over," he smiled at you, his hair even messier than usual, glasses hung low on his nose, the sight making you have to bite back a groan. you simply watched as he cooked, how he effortlessly flipped the bacon on the pan, plated it, then cracked two eggs, one in each hand. walking. fucking. green. flag. in your eyes, he couldn't get much hotter either, especially in your clothes. you found it so adorable how he was acting like nothing happened during the night, how he was totally oblivious to the fact that you were awake, while he was jerking off 5 feet away from you. how he simply gazed at you with the sweetest smile as he passed you your plate,

"thanks, junnie," you said as you ate your bacon and eggs. goddamn, he was a good cook, making the simplest breakfast taste gourmet. loving how he used the most basic seasonings could give something a whole new flavor. yeonjun had to chew even harder to keep himself from visibly giving a reaction to the nickname you used so frequently, relishing in the fact that even now it still had the same effect, "how'd you learn to cook so well?" you mumbled, mouth full of egg,

"i taught myself," he laughed, finding how you talked with your mouth full (with a hand covering your mouth of course, you're no barbarian) adorable, making your eyes widen,

"really? i swear if you open a restaurant i'll be your top customer," you promised, spilling out your true feelings about his cooking, making him blush and give a small "thank you" which made your heart melt. once you both finished eating you ushered him out of the kitchen rambling about how he'd done enough and to let you do the dishes, making him chuckle and lean on the counter nearby, watching you do the dishes with the cutest smile. of course, the moment you were done and turned back toward him he immediately averted his gaze, hoping that he wasn't obvious. thankfully, this time, you actually didn't notice, making him breathe a small sigh of relief,

"hey junnie? wanna finish up our project? we don't have much left to do and if we finish now we can relax for the next week until the due date," you asked, leaning against the counter, yeonjun taking in how good you look even at what you would call your worst, before giving the cutest little nod and a "sure!". so, you headed upstairs once again, yeonjun snickering when you almost trip, before letting out a yelp when you flick him on the forehead,

"you're so mean," he pouted, bottom lip jutting out, and boy, did you want to kiss him to make him shut up, but instead you made a face at him before running to your room. when yeonjun caught up you both agreed to start focusing on the project, while still sneaking glances at your chest, even though your breasts weren't as noticeable under your oversized t-shirt, he still marveled in the subtle outline of them. yeonjun was so glad you were focused on the project, telling him that you could finish this part and that he should just relax, your eyes darting back and forth between the textbook, your computer, and the paper as you scribbled down notes and wrote things down on the actual project. you had also started playing some music but not too loud or else you'd get distracted. yeonjun felt his ears perk up as he heard one of his favorite songs, then you turning towards him flashing another one of your pretty smiles, saying "you like this song too?" and he'd just looked into your eyes, nodding softly. you two simply sat there, making eye contact as the song played, after a while you smirked slightly before turning back to work on the project, sneaking one last glance in his direction. yeonjun just sat there in disbelief, eyes wide, tongue glazing over his lips as he wish he would've just leaned forward and show you how he felt. by the time you finished your part and he opted to do some more work for his section, you simply got up and sat on your bed, scrolling on your phone, wearing your blue light glasses. yeonjun tried to focus so hard, and eventually, he pushed through and got his work done. he spun around on your swivel chair, giving you the cutest grin,

"i finished!" and you high-fived each other, only one part left to do: finalize. that part was easy. all you had to do was organize all of your work and make it look nice. you decided to get a head start on that, and found some poster paper and an extra sheet of normal paper to sketch. you organized each part by topic, and the moment you finished formatting you got to work, writing things down, drawing, outlining, all the works. yeonjun just watched in awe, admiring your handwriting and fuck, your hands. how they almost covered the whole pen as you wrote, how your fingers traced over your writing to make sure everything was right. how you made sure everything was level with a ruler, he found your perfectionism so cute. everything about you was simply cute. yeonjun watched for so long, before mentally smacking himself, asking if you needed any help. you quickly turned him down saying "no, don't worry! i got this you just chill." and he couldn't help but smile at your response. after 50 minutes of non-stop work and songs put on repeat, you finally leaned back, and pumped your fists in the air, "woo..hoo," you said, but not nearly as energetic as it normally is. work was tiring. yeonjun laughed at that, before getting up and gently taking your hand, softly shaking your arm,

"good job y/n, you're gonna be the reason we get an a," he smiled down at you, you sighed softly and smiled at him, before letting out a quiet "thanks". he set your hand down and then asked, "wanna do something for the time being? or just do nothing for the next year?" making you laugh,

"i'd really prefer doing nothing, school is ass," your back is pressed against the chair still, and with yeonjun murmuring his agreement, you two just sat there, you on your chair, yeonjun on your bed, just enveloping yourselves in the quiet music, and before long, he'd actually leaned back, body sinking into the mattress, soon falling asleep. you heard him slightly snore, making you smile at the sight, then getting up to gently remove his glasses, setting them on your nightstand. then, you took a glance outside, noticed it was getting dark, and checked the time, holy shit! it's already 5? almost as if on cue, your stomach rumbled, hunger panging through your body. that was when you quietly walked downstairs again, digging through your fridge, deciding what to cook for dinner. after a bit, you settled on some stir-fried noodles with vegetables, trying to clean out some of the slightly older ingredients in your fridge. then, you got to cooking (literally). vegetables? washed. then? chopped. water? boiled. noodles? shoved in the boiling water. after a good 4 minutes of cooking the noodles, you heated up your wok, giving it plenty of oil, then tossing in your vegetables, stirring slightly before heading to drain the noodles, saving some of the water for later. you threw in some soy sauce, garlic powder, chicken bouillon powder (it's a sacred ingredient), and black pepper. soon, you put the noodles into the mix, tossing the noodles and the vegetables, then pouring in the pasta water, letting it mix with the soy sauce so it can bind with everything. lastly, you threw in some chopped green onion. another successful meal. cooking 101 with y/n. after turning the heat off, plating the noodles, and setting them on the table, you noticed that yeonjun still hadn't woken up. did he not sleep at all last night? honestly, it was possible. he didn't sleep very well, unlike his assumption, no thanks to the overwhelming smell of you. by now, it was 5:42. damn, that took longer than i thought it would. oh well. you decided to let him sleep for a little while longer, and finished your own serving, before grabbing a little bit more (a/n: eat your meals!!). now, it was 6:08. you walked back up the stairs, and yeonjun was still there. sleeping. like an angel. messy black hair over his eyes, fucking pretty boy. you tapped on his shoulder lightly, trying not to startle him. he peeked one eye open and hummed a little in acknowledgement of your presence,

"junnie, i made dinner, you want some?" you said softly,

"hm? oh yeah, sorry," he sat up, rubbing his eyes, before looking around for his glasses, then putting them on once he noticed where they were. he loved the fact that you took the time to take them off for him,

"no it's okay! i wanted to let you sleep longer but i don't want the food to get cold," you said, yeonjun nodding along as he followed you downstairs, mouth watering at the sight,

"y/n you really didn't have to you've already done so much," he said right before starting to eat, eyes widening at the flavor before hastily eating more,

"slow down! i don't want you to choke, and seriously don't worry about it, it helped me clean out my fridge so it's a win-win," you shrugged, before gently patting him on the back, receiving a small nod as he returned to a normal eating pace,

"its really good," he mumbled out, mouth muffled by food just as yours was that same morning, making you laugh softly,

"thanks junnie," you smiled at him too,

"maybe we should open a restaurant together, we'd make a shit ton of money," yeonjun chewed, looking at you with his pretty eyes, making you laugh softly again,

"sure. if all else fails, your the first person i'm calling. then, we get rich," yeonjun wished you would call him regardless, but that's a worry for another time. soon, he finished, and just as you did, he had a little bit more, finishing what was left in the wok. of course, he also insisted that he wash the dishes this time, trying his best to repay you for what you've done. you argued that you didn't need to be repaid, and that it was something you would've done either way. he blushed at that statement, how could you treat him so well? he finally gave up with a series of okay's and set all the dishes on the drying rack, drying the wok manually and opening the cabinet under your stove and putting it back with the rest of the pots and pans. and he knows where to put stuff? i am not the strongest soldier. to your dismay, he soon said,

"y/n i really should get going i don't need to have you do more stuff for me," he wished he didn't say that either, god did he want to live here with you forever, but he really needs to maintain his image, and seem like a normal guy who stayed over at his best friend's house who he's not absolutely in love with because of a fortunate unfortunate storm. but of course, you couldn't make him stay (you could), so you sighed, said okay, and went up to grab his stuff. you soon came down with his clothes and the toothbrush he used last night all in a bag. he thanked you again, before putting his shoes on and heading out the door,

"bye junnie! see you monday!" you smiled and waved at him, yeonjun shooting you a smile as well and returning your wave, and when you closed your door, you leaned your head against it. desperately wishing monday would come, missing him already. so, you decide to text him like any other normal person would.

y/n:

miss u already junnie &lt;;/3 seen 6:53 pm

junnie!!

aw i miss u too y/n :( seen 6:54 pm

junnie!!

dw i'll see u super soon &lt;;33 seen 6:54 pm

y/n:

i hope so, my house is so quiet without u :(( seen 6:55 pm

junnie!!

it's gonna be ok! monday will come before you know it! don't sleep too late ok? seen 6:55 pm

y/n:

thanks junnie, u too! see u monday :) seen 6:56 pm

you smile wide, kicking your feet as he hearted your message. you really couldn't wait until you saw your pretty boy again.

---

yeonjun was right. monday really did come before you knew it. sunday slipped by so quickly, filled with excitement at seeing him again. you met at your usual spot, right between your lockers, with you holding your project, making sure both of your names were on the attached rubric and on the back of the project itself. you had to hold yourself back from giving him the biggest, tightest hug ever, to both of your disappointment. school that day went by quickly too, filled with you two laughing and having conversations with each other as much as you could, whether it was during your shared classes, lunch, or passing time. of course, you both also stressed together about upcoming finals, but ended with hyping each other up about how you're both absolute geniuses and you'll pass easily as long as you study together. easy. no problem right? and right after finals was homecoming, and yeonjun really wanted to be your date. neither of you really gave a shit about the parade nor the football game, since it didn't fit either of your interests, which was fine. more time to hang out. once the school day was over you met at the library, wanting to study together for finals for the extra 2 hours the school kept it open for students,

"hey junnie! got everything you need?" you smile at him, holding your books and all your other materials. he nodded, smiling at you, walking with you in step as you two headed to the library. you headed in, then found a spot surrounded by books where there weren't too many people, and sat down. you opened the first textbook and started to quiz each other. after making sure that both of you were proficient on that topic, you moved on to the next section. this cycle of events continued for the entirety of the two hours you were allowed to stay in the school after all classes had ended. as you two said goodbye to the librarian, you started laughing as yeonjun made a joke. the librarian smiled at the sight of you two, muttering “to be young and in love”. yeonjun heard this, and so did you, making you two laugh just a bit harder, with neither of you noticing why. today was a great day, filled with laughter, studying, and smiles as your favorite pretty boy made it all so much better.

---

fuck. the day before..finals. you had no idea how the three weeks had passed by so quickly, but it was all the same. thankfully, you and yeonjun studied plenty every day. this time you went over to his place, textbooks, reviews, and notes scattered all over the floor as you prepared like hell. you also made flashcards for both of you, studying terminologies, formulas, and other basic questions on the exam. several of your teachers had also passed out reviews that were practice tests, which helped both of you a bunch. several hours had already gone by, and you were getting tired,

"junnie, it's like 7 i think we've studied enough for today. we started at like 2 didn't we?" you yawned, rubbing your eyes that had been reading for the past 5 hours,

"i guess so, yeah. sure we can stop. i think we're both ready anyway," he laughed softly, finding your yawn so cute. he starts to clean everything up, separating which stuff is his and what isn't. he still had those trinkets he'd stolen from you a week prior, they were hiding in his nightstand drawer, waiting for him to take them out like every night, to fiddle and examine them. there was no real reason he did this, by now he'd already memorized every little thing about them, but he did it every night like a ritual because they were yours. well. originally. he always made sure to give them a goodnight kiss before he went to sleep. he might give them back, but only if you asked. yeonjun had spaced out now, thinking about exactly that,

"hey. jun?" you waved a hand in his face, and he blinked his pretty eyes once, his glasses falling down the bridge of his nose, making him scrunch his nose for a quick second which was fucking adorable,

"yeah? sorry i zoned out for a second," yeonjun blushed softly, wishing he'd taken your hand and kissed it like he's always wanted to,

"i know," you laughed briefly, "want me to make something? i'm getting kinda hungry,"

"me too but you don't have to cook," he quickly pushed you back down on the floor gently, insisting that he cook for you. you smiled at his eagerness and didn't budge. the moment he got to his kitchen though, he wished he'd taken you with him. you were still in the same house but he already missed you. your laugh, your hair, your face, your lips, everything. you missed him too, you always missed your favorite pretty boy. you decided to go back on your word, and go down the stairs. thankfully he wouldn't be mad about that, smiling when he saw your face, "what'd you come down for?"

"got bored, missed you," you returned his smile, being totally honest,

"really? i'm gone for not even 5 minutes and you already miss me?" he raised an eyebrow, slightly smirking as he focuses on cooking dinner,

"mhmmm," you hummed, making yeonjun smile even wider, grinning at how much he affected you. soon, he finished cooking and set both of your plates on the counter, not bothering to take them to the dining table. you two ate happily, chatting away and making jokes. if someone saw you, they'd probably assume you were a couple. which honestly, was true. you two were pretty much a couple, minus the pet names, the kissing, and hand holding. your hangouts and study sessions would fit as dates pretty well, you often shared deep conversations about the most random things, and you both spent basically all of your time together. yeonjun loved that about your friendship, he could wait a little bit longer than he already has to finally be able to call you his, hold your hand, and kiss you. of course, you took a half-step forward for the both of you when you thanked him for the meal, gathered your stuff, and gave him a kiss on the cheek when you walked out his door, asking him to text you when he's free. he blushed so hard the moment your pretty lips made contact with his face, stuttering out an "okay", you found him so fucking cute. when you got home, you two texted for hours. up until you had to unwillingly urge him to sleep because you two needed to sleep well to do well on the finals. he gave in, but only after you said no to his pleas multiple times to stay up a little while longer (he just missed you too much). that night, he kissed your his little trinkets an extra few times, hugging his pillow, desperately wishing for it to be you someday.

---

when both of you woke up, you grumbled about finals and ended up texting to complain to each other the whole time as you two got ready. you surprised him by showing up at his door to walk to school together. he was so excited when he peeked through the curtains and saw you approaching through his bedroom window, rushing to finish getting ready to meet you. as he locked his door and you started walking together, falling in step, he was so close to grabbing your hand and kissing your knuckles like he always wanted. if he did, you obviously wouldn't complain, the entire time, you wanted to pin him against a nearby wall and make out with him until sunset, and his messy hair slightly covering his eyes didn't help. and the glasses? oh my god you swore he did that just to torture you, his pretty lips glossed over by his tongue as he talked to you, absolutely no words making it through your ears to be processed by your brain since it was all filled with yeonjun yeonjun yeonjun. he had to wave a hand in your face to get you to zone back in because all you were doing was staring into his eyes as he rambled about physics, which he found an understandable topic to space out about. but what really got him was that you decided to space out..staring at him. out of all things, even if it was an accident (it wasn't), the chances were slim, but you still zoned out on him. god, he loved you, if only he'd say it out loud so you could say it too and the two of you would be happy for the rest of your lives together. when you arrived at school, both of you were disappointed that your conversation had to end, but you promised to sit together for lunch (you didn't need to promise, you always did regardless) and dread all the exams, the horrible teachers, and your shitty classmates. thankfully, time passed by quickly and you two were freed from the binds of hell school once again,

"junnie! how'd you do?" you ran up to him, gently touching his arm, making him stumble on his words,

"i did g-good, what about y-you?"

"me too! i think our studying really paid off," and you just had to squeeze his arm as you finished your sentence, making him have to stifle a whimper at the feeling of your perfect fingers around his bicep, the ones that he's worked on just for you. at this point, everything he did was for you. studying, doing his work, hell even breathing, eating, sleeping, drinking was all for you. he knew that you'd want him to, regardless if you explicitly said it or not,

"yeah, i t-think so too," he smiled so brightly at you, so happy to finally be done with finals, excited to take you to homecoming, "oh yeah, you wanna come to homecoming with me? unless you already have someone,"

"of course i don't, why would i need someone else when i have you?" you smile back at him, your words making his stomach do so many flips and his heart go completely arrhythmic from skipping so many beats, all he could do was just blush softly and continue to smile so prettily at you. as you walked out together, easily starting to make conversation again, you couldn't stop smiling due to the fact that yeonjun was one step closer to being yours forever.

---

oh my god oh my god oh. my. god. homecoming was in 2 hours and you haven't started getting ready. you checked the time, and jumped out of bed, scrambling to pick out your outfit before running to take a shower, almost slipping in the process. you slid out of the bathroom after doing your skincare and drying your hair, and you noticed you still had an hour and a half. plenty of time, right? that's what you told yourself, as you collapsed on your bed for a bit, letting yourself sink into the comforter. that was, until you heard your phone buzz on your nightstand, and you smacked your hand around until you found it, staring at the screen until you noticed it was a text from yeonjun.

junnie!:

is it ok if i come over a little early? maybe at 7:15 or so? u still get 45-ish minutes to get ready :) seen 6:34 pm

y/n:

yeah sure! i'll let u know if u can come earlier seen 6:34 pm

junnie!:

okay! see u soon :) seen 6:34 pm

you smiled to yourself as you hearted his message, eager to have him come over as soon as possible. you focused on getting ready, putting your outfit on, making sure there wasn't anything wrong with the ensemble, quickly texting yeonjun to come over now. you finished getting ready by spritzing your favorite perfume on to top off everything, and right when you put the bottle down, yeonjun arrived. when you opened the door, he choked on his own breath,

"wow, you..you..wow," he was at a loss for words, making you laugh softly, beckoning him in. you felt your body melt when you fully took him in, holy shit. his hair was neat yet messy at the same time, and him in a suit? you were hooked, wanting to take him right then and there. you also notice him linger his gaze on you just the slightest bit longer than someone normally would, he really seemed to like how you looked,

"you don't look so bad yourself," you smiled, making his cheeks flush as he mumbled out a 'thank you', quickly rubbing his nose to prevent him from letting anything inappropriate slip out (not that you would care). soon, it was time to leave, and you both opted to walk as always, only wanting to have more time together just by yourselves. once you arrived at the party, it was horrendous. people were already wasted, there were drink spills, pieces of clothing on the floor, and people were making out..everywhere. if only those people were you and yeonjun right now, but first you two headed to a quieter area, both picking up some mocktails since neither of you enjoyed actual alcohol. you two were just sipping away at your drinks, joking with each other like you always did. of course, at one point yeonjun had to go to the bathroom, and one guy that had his eye on you the entire time walked over, taking advantage of the opportunity that had been plated so nicely in front of him,

"hey, now that he's gone, can i get your number missy?" he seemed drunk, but could still barely pass as sober, not that it mattered, you already didn't like him regardless,

"no thank you," you politely refused, hoping that he would just take the hint, but due to the alcohol, something didn't click. he kept insisting that he could be better, and that'd he'd never leave you alone like this. of course, yeonjun saw, he saw it all the moment he left the bathroom, and had just been peeking from the sidelines during the whole encounter, seething with so much anger you could almost see steam coming off him. his breaking point was when he tried to touch you, trying to steal you away, from him. he easily, and quite elegantly slipped through the crowd, catching the guy's wrist as he tried to grab you and lead you away,

"she told you no didn't she? if you can't take the hint from her, take it from me. fuck off," that was probably the hottest thing you've ever seen him do. you could already feel your panties getting sticky at the sight of him leaning down to match the guy's level, spitting insults about how he could never be enough for you, how he wasn't even close to your height, and that he couldn't provide for you like he could. like..he could. like he could. those three words confirmed everything you've been speculating about ever since you started talking to each other. now, with this newfound conclusion, you couldn't hold yourself back any longer. the moment the guy scurried away you got up, and as he turned to you, you gently took his face in your hands and kissed him. it was so much better than he imagined, him putting his pretty hands on your waist, pulling you closer. he immediately gave in when you nibbled on his lower lip, opening his mouth just for you. the way he gave you control without hesitation was one of the cutest things about him, and that only made your panties even more soaked,

"let's leave, yeah?" you said against his lips as you pressed small kisses on them, him nodding eagerly, so happy you feel the same way he does. you led him out of the party, and walked home together, holding hands and pressing kisses on each other's face,

"how long, junnie?" you asked, tone quiet, your eyes loving as you looked at him,

"honestly? the moment you sat next to me," he sheepishly said, looking down at the ground, blush tinting his pretty face,

"junnie don't be embarrassed, not gonna lie i started liking you around then too," which made him perk up, letting out the cutest 'really?' which you laughed at softly and pressed another kiss to the corner of his mouth, "really," making him give u the biggest, prettiest smile you've ever seen. he was so giddy for the rest of the way back, practically bouncing with happiness, he was just so relieved to finally know. once you reached your house, you both really, really let go. the moment the door was shut you two threw off your shoes, and made out all the way up to your room, you ending up straddling him on your bed, "you good to continue junnie?"

"mhm, i am," he nodded eagerly against your lips, never wanting to seperate from them, and you felt the same,

"good boy," you smiled against his lips, making his fingers squeeze your own slightly, clearly happy you thought so well of him,

"mph, mommy," yeonjun mumbled against your lips as you made out, grabbing your attention with the name, and making you pause,

"yes junnie?" you pressed soft kisses into his jaw,

"can i um," he trailed off, blushing out of embarrassment,

"don't get distracted pretty boy, tell me what you want," this time you took his hand and pressed kisses all over, making him groan,

"please, please let me eat you out, i've wanted to for so long," he whined out, now grabbing at your arm and pawing at your chest, making you smile, leaning down to kiss him again,

"of course, anything for you baby," you kissed his forehead as you said that, making yeonjun almost jump up in excitement, but remembering you were still on top of him, he let you shift off and he eagerly tugged his and your clothes off, forming a pile on the floor. the first thing he focused on was your boobs, latching his mouth onto one, kneading the other. the feeling of his tongue on your nipple made you groan out, running your fingers through his hair as he made eye contact with you, he was just so pretty. he moaned against you at the feeling of your nails lightly scratching at his scalp and brushing through his soft hair, making you jolt. it caught you by surprise when he reached down towards your cunt, mumbling a "this ok?" and only continuing once you gave him a verbal "yes", sliding two of his perfect fingers into you, your slick making it easy,

"sorry mommy, wanna eat you out after you cum," he peppered kisses all over your chest before latching back onto your nipple, you petting his hair briefly to let him know it was no big deal,

"'s okay kitty, no worries. you're making mommy feel so good, yeah? being a good boy for me?"

"mhm mhm," he nodded vigorously against your chest, you laughing breathily, muttering a "so cute", loving how quickly he slid into subspace for you. soon, he added a third, then a fourth. the stretch was delicious, he was so good, so good for you,

"junnie, you're so good at this," you laughed softly as he moved up to kiss you,

"really? i thought i would be doing horribly," he mumbled against your neck as he stilled his hand for a moment,

"why would you think that kitty?" you held his face as he looked up at you, melting into your touch,

"cuz this is my..first," he said the last word much quieter, and you almost didn't catch what he said,

"really? why didn't you tell me junnie," you brushed some stray hairs out of his pretty face as he nuzzled into your neck to hide his face, flushed red,

"i didn't know if you'd think i was weird for that, there was a couple times where i almost lost it, but i wanted to save myself for you. i only wanted to be yours, wanted to be good f'you" he pouted up at you when you moved his face out of your neck, yelping when you harshly pulled him up to you, kissing him hard, but easing down quickly so you wouldn't hurt him,

"i'd never think of you like that, junnie that's probably the sweetest thing i've ever heard. 'm sorry you had to wait so long," he smiled at your words, and smiled even wider when you kissed his nose, but then shuffled down, and pulled his fingers out,

"it's okay mommy, i would've waited as long as you needed me to," that statement made your heart swell, and then he kissed your thighs while apologizing for changing his mind again about what he wanted to do, but, of course, you told him it was okay. how could you be mad at him when he looked so pretty? with his lips covered in your juices already, going down on you like a madman, his long hair disheveled and messy, you almost came at the sight. when he spread your pussy lips wider with his thumbs and shook his head to get even deeper, it didn't take very long for you to figure out where he'd learned all this from (porn.) just so he could be prepared for the possibility of getting to be in the exact scenario he was in right now. he really was your good boy, wasn't he? learning all this just for you, just so he could be your favorite kitty. that made you so happy, hell, made you love him more, something you didn't think could happen. you felt yourself get closer and closer to cumming as he continued to lap at you and rub your clit with his nose. what sent you tumbling over the edge was when he moaned, loud. at first, you didn't know why, but then you felt yourself tugging at his hair, pulling him even deeper into you, the knot finally snapping, and a warm wave of pleasure washed over you. you let go of his hair, and rubbed the area softly as an apology. once your cum seeped out, he made sure not to waste any of it. once he finished,

"mommy, i really liked when you pulled on my hair, do it again please," he whispered, lips slightly parted and glistening in the moonlight, making you bite back a moan,

"of course baby," you caressed his cheek, him leaning into you as he pressed more kisses into your thighs. you pat your stomach softly, gesturing him to come over, "take your boxers off junnie," which he complied to without hesitation, now sitting completely bare in front of you, as you were to him. small beads of precum had already begun to slide down his pretty dick, dripping off his thighs onto your own. now that you'd sat yourself up more to be more comfortable, you pulled him into yet another kiss, this one soft, loving. although, halfway through, you wrapped your hand around his dick, slowly pumping, "still good junnie?"

"yes mommy," he nodded, "feels good,"

"yeah? you like this? tell me junnie, what were you thinking about that first night when you stayed the night?"

"w-what?" yeonjun blushed, hard. even though he'd thought to himself about possibly telling you if the time came, he had no idea that you were actually awake the whole time,

"you heard me baby, answer my question," you picked up the pace, pumping quicker and squeezing more, making his hips jerk,

"mommy, i-i'm sorry, your shirt just smelled so much like you, i couldn't s-stop myself," he whimpered when you pumped even faster, tears starting to flow down his face at the feeling, his tip red and angry, precum still dribbling down and pooling at your stomach,

"hmm, my junnie's a little pervert, isn't he? couldn't stop himself from beating his own dick like a whore cuz he wore my shirt?" now your pace was almost torturous, yeonjun whining almost every second, increasing in volume as well,

"y-yes mommy, i'm a pervert only for you. i'm y-your whore," yeonjun whimpered out, his hips bucking up into your hand as you kissed his tears away,

"mhm, you are, pretty boy," you leaned forward and bit down on his collarbone, lightly sinking your teeth into his pretty skin and leaving a red mark. you continued to leave behind countless hickeys and love bites on his neck, kissing them all afterward,

"s-so close mommy, kitty's so close," yeonjun mumbled out, hips still jerking,

"it's ok babyboy, let go i'm here," almost as if on command, he cummed all over your hand as he cried into your shoulder out of pleasure, legs shaking. you dramatically slowed down to help him ride out his orgasm still letting out small spurts of cum, "junnie you okay?" yeonjun let out small sniffles as he nodded into your shoulder, nose red as you held his face again, "i need a verbal yes, kitty,"

"yes, mommy, i'm okay. thank you," he kissed you, tear stains on his cheeks,

"good boy, wanna keep going or stop for tonight?" once you finished your question yeonjun let out a small yawn, making you smile and kiss his nose,

"can we sleep, please? we still have tomorrow, and all the other days," he looked up at you innocently, but what you saw was far from it. hair tousled, lips swollen, neck and chest littered with red marks, it was something you'd never get tired of seeing. you pressed several more kisses on his forehead, brushed his hair with your fingers, and led him to your bathroom to clean up. you turned on the shower, yeonjun leaning on you the entire time, yawning as you tested the temperature. once you concluded that the heat level was okay, and got in. he began to doze off on your shoulder as you washed his hair, waking up when you turned the water off and started to dry him gently. he giggled as you rubbed moisturizer into his skin, mumbling about how well you took care of him, and how much he loved you. you kissed his damp hair when you heard him say that, whispering "i love you too junnie" when you put another one of your shirts on him, put his boxers back on, slipped into pajamas yourself, and brought him to bed. with your favorite pretty boy fast asleep on your chest, you could happily sleep yourself.

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fuck it, elden ring DLC rant (spoilers) (long post ... oh dear)

so, to start this- this is a very emotional reaction, so take everything with a ton of salT (i need to get this out of my system bc i need to go and do stuff today, i literally couldnt get much more than 3 hours of sleep bc my mind was racing) i only know two screenshots and what others have told me (thank you) so i might be missing more context and havent seen or read it myself

(more details and spoilers for the DLC below the read more thingy)

also, just to explain a bit, i dont usually get this upset about things i like, i like alot of things, but its RARE as fuck that i care, like actually care care about something, and that just kinda happens, i dont choose it or can decide to not care, i just do, and when something like this happens its like ... a sort of grief? i cant help but care about it but it messes with me emotionally, i have no control over it and cant change anything about it when it gets bad or done dirty, leavign me to just have to watch it be real even when i dont want to accept it-- i wouldnt say so much that i 'expect' somethign specific and cant handle when its not like that (common accusation about disliking totk)- and no i dont have somethign specific in mind, i just dont want it to be bad OR things that seem done and closed off suddendly out of nowhere be revealed to 'actually' have been like this, new stuff that either makes no sense or invalidates alot about what i valued about it, what i thought was the point

(i remember two .. my only two other intersts before- see what i mean RARE- that also went down simiarly like this; transformers (bay movies and mainly prime series, listen i didnt choose it either) with each movie it got more messy and stupid, primes second(?) season had an end i hated and the following movie was the final nail in the coffin- and one piece after that, which i slowly fell out of love with bc every chapter seemed to go more into a direction i didnt like, then the reveal that luffy is a god actually was my final ok i hate that moment)

i knew demise for a long time but wasnt obsessed about him at all, it took me learning about how hylia was depicted in a non canon (?) manga (which made me annoyed me bc i didnt like it and made a design for her to counter demises instead) and then reading his few lines of dialog about her again that it suddendly HIT me, like cupids arrow into my head-- i liked but wasnt that super interested into elden ring until radahn showed up, instantly his design made me go owo and then learning his (base game) lore it HIT me (i love sort of tragic side characters that might have been powerful or heroic at some point but now arent anymore- not saying he is that elden rings lore i messy and no ones good tm- and especially so if that character is widely hated for no good reason, dismissed or forgotten, has little lore etc)

i have things i like but dont care this much about, like okami or bloodborne, i like it alot, theres characters i really like (oki) but im not like, fixated on them?- and to have two at the same time, while not equally strong, i dont think i had before, and then have both be damaged or potentially lose it in a similar way within barely a year hurts so damn much--- anyway, getting into the actual rant now lol

so, to sum things up (that i know), in the elden ring DLC later on

miquella is actually a master manipulator and brainwasher (even to his sister???? which means alot of impactful things about his relationship to people is kinda invalidated or made meaningless, shitty)

he wanted to become a god by marrying radahn (his half? brother, same father) of all people that has never been mentioned before until now somehow?? ) you can argue it was hinted to but i find it completely out of left field

miquella sent malenia after radahn to kill him so he could be put into the realm of shadow so miquella could marry him (there were better candidates for that??)- its unclear (to me) if radahn ever actually accepted when sound of mind or even knew about it at all, but failed and he was isntead inflicted with rot to slowly waste away but not die (like he is in base game)

which also means that, what i found really impactful in base game, the festival of radahn, that i thought was a tragic sort of last wish/effort for of radahn to grant him an honorable death as a respected general after being made into mindless people eating zombie, organized by his soldiers/friends- might have been just yet another attempt to kill him and get him over there to miquella (and even if not, it still makes it way less impactful and now i feel like letting him continue to roam as a zombie is more of a favor than killing him bc hes just gonna a puppet again! which turns the whole tradgedy of the stuff in base game on its head imo)

you need to kill him to get into the DLC (and i was even sus of that but shrugged it off when i heard it ..) bc that way miquella could take whatever was left of his soul and stitch it into mohgs corpse?? (which is why hes so small in that DLC fight) bc his body was rotten by that point, which also allowed miquella to control radahn and make him agree, force him to do whatever miq wanted (which ALSO might mean mohg 'kidnapping' miquella wasnt that actually but mohg too was manipulated so oud kill him and make his remains usable)

radahn in DLC is a voiceless meat puppet essentially ... like a mindless rotting zombie eating friends and fow alike wasnt enough- also means that we never ACTUALLY GET OT KNOW RADAHN HIMSELF bc hes eithe a zombie or a literal puppet (if you are gonna do him dirty at least let us meet actual real him *cries*)

his fight is super hard apparently (though i have been hearing people complain about the entire DLC being too hard, while the -casual player- streamer i watched is beating main bosses so fast they dont even get to start their second phase) when his fight in base game, and him by extentsion, was also hated bc of that ALREADY, which means more people are gonna hate his guts (he doesnt deserve that!!) AND most people probably wont get or care that its not actually HIM him so its like a repeat boss that everyone hates

it feels weirldy forced in for it to be radahn (like miquella was already said to be one of the strongest gods out there .. why hed want radahn so badly when his goal seemed to be rather .. combat less?? if you get what i mean, and radahn also rejected him??? and the tarnished is right there too????) bc theres plenty others it would have worked with that are barely used- it feels like someone jsut wanting him to be tha main guy not matter what (when he worked so much better as a side character!!!!)

a tragic but well rounded off side character (imo) was made into the main guy this is all about actually tm (i generally dont like main guys and this jsut feels so .... it just hurts, it didnt feel foreshadowed at all, and its not even truly HIM that is reveal to be a creepy asshat but hes just manipulated and controlled with the whole time, be it by rot or miquella)

and for miquella its like, no theres no even mildly good people there, hes brainwashed and manipulated everyone actually tm, a giant plan all to force his half brother into marrying him by making him into a corpse puppet bc he rejected miquella- inlcuding potentially manipulating his own twin sister, which goes agaisnt what you learn of what hes done for her in the base game i think?? (not that much into that part but yeah ... it feels unfair to her too)

it also kinda just leaves other lore from the base game in the dust? like the whole haligtree plan, how miquella cared for the rejected (i guess he didnt then??? and it was just more manipulation tm??) that castle with the eclipse stuff

(is the gloom eyes queen, marika, and or st trina even .. important at all to any of this??)

ok from reading tweets from people talkign about it, miquella says radahn agreed apparently but whether thats true remains uncertain and given the circumstances i do not think radahn did- others said that it kinda sounds he agreed to something that he didnt think would involve him marrying miquella

everything feels like its in shambles for every fan of every involved chaarcter

yes i know you can argue that it was all planned from the start and meant to be a twist and everything and that people having a different idea of characters isnt the fault of the creators .... only to some degree bc why then build up make so much lore and story about stuff that turns out to be like saying 'actually it was all a lie' like its not valid to feel betrayed then, you can plan things out all you want but that doesnt mean it cant be bad oder underwhelming

(i wished to be able to meet or know more about radahn but like in a non rot way or like past flashback whatever kind of way and then not like this anyway, like i was interested into his relationship with jerren and just .. more about him i suppose the monkey paw has curled hasnt it -or however you say that-)

and there i was like two days ago going "omg radahn mention!!!" when that one .. feyja? NPC says she fought alongside him at some point ............................................................

leonard isnt there in the DLC to my knowledge, you know it cant be truly radahn if his horse isnt there (the sole reason he learned gravitiy magic for and it stayed with him even after the rot!!! i know people have started to hate it bc people love that but i love that, it made him so endearing to me, like a character i already found cool omg has a confirmed softer spot??? in MY fromsoftware title??)

sorry for the long post of rambling, i am a mess, barely slept 3 hours, yes i am weird to care, autisms or whatever .. i need to go somewhere in an hour and havent prepared as all bc i needed my thoughts out of my head- might have forgotten stuff, idk if i will add it later or just kinda .. stew in it for a while

(and yes a big point why i feel so strongly is both bc its just gonna make more people hate him even more AND feels so invalidating of alot of other stuff- pulls other characters down with it- the entire time i was watching the streams i and trailers i thought i was like, its onw thing, with miquellas littel adventure and more background info on marika mostly on its own from the base game BUT NO I GUESS)

(read all this in the sense of an utteraly disoriented confused and drunken seagull yelling around pls i am not in serious mental distress ..)

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hii i don’t know if your requests are open rn if not just ignore this! but if they are i wanted to request chishiya x reader with social anxiety :)

Chishiya with S/O who has Social Anxiety Hcs!

Pairing ; chishiya x reader | a/n ; Honestly this was great asf for me to write cause i have social anxiety too. | warning ; fluff, comfort, a bit of teasing chishiya, a little trailed off, not proof read, season 2 spoilers

chishiya would understand your situation.

but I think he'd be a tad bit annoyed with you as well.

both of you met each other in a game and you were forced to team up with somebody

you were too reluctant on going up to somebody and decided to wait until everyone had a partner or you'd go to the last person who was available

or they'd go to you

like chishiya

from afar, chishiya would have already noticed you weren't the one for social gatherings

since you were kinda squinting at everybody in mild disgust, fear and anxiety

brows furrowing as you bit the bottom corner of your lips and fumbling with the insides of your pockets

yeah you were probably fucked

chishiya would come up to you smoothly, figuring out a way to not startle you

you'd prolong a small 'uh' and quietly return his introduction, not wanting to shake his hand

honestly through out the entire game, he was the one who talked

and he barely talks!

he was just explaining what the games probability would be and making out tactics

you definitely know what he's talking about about but you didn't say much other than a small hum

chishiya would then turn to you and be like 'you understand dont you?'

being torn from either replying because you think that he'd think you were stupid and not replying because.. of the same thing

"Mm."

but later on he'd find out you're actually quite clever and/or strong.

you just prefer to keep it low key

now we all know chishiya doesn't normally chat with others

but since he thinks you were competent as being his partner in that game,

expect as many waves that you'd have to awkwardly return

that's why when he found you in the beach he was honestly quite surprised

like how tf did you get in there

chishiya knows how smart/strong you really are, you just didnt like everyone around you nor you wanted them to think badly of you

when you become something of 'friends'

(coughcoughaskkuinacough)

he'd subtly praise you by giving you an awkward thumbs up when you're doing good

has to watch you mentally make a list of the food you want from the buffet so that you wouldn't look dumb when picking food

or anything like that

honestly it kinda hurts him to watch you

but wouldn't show it (now added with concern for you believing that he's judging you)

but but but

chishiya actually thinks there's perks to you social anxiety

like, well, mentally listing stuff down and fixating on details in order to make his plans work

he also admires your acting skills when you try to get away from social situations

again, really good asset, just a bit too terrified

once you start becoming comfortable being by his side, he's very patient and would listen to what you'll have to say

also has to reassure you that he understands your opinions (omg rare)

soon enough you'll almost be like a whole new person and chishiya now has to deal with this puppy

he knows all the things that ticks you off or triggers the anxiety

would comfort you by helping you escape to somewhere less crowded

oh oh oh

and if you both like each other

neither of you is going to confess

chishiya is busy being a tsundere and being in denial

hile you're sulking in anxiety AND denial

kuina literally has to come out and put both of you in a candle lit dinner it's so goofy

it's so painful for her to watch both of you pine for the other

she's practically clawing her eyes out

once you guys get together, chishiya tells you to keep it a secret

which you could definitely do.

and oh my lord when arisu and usagi come by

the anxiety is once again high

and even higher when people start killing each other

you're standing there all cool, arms crossed, watching the many cctvs

and kuina and chishiya start subtly accusing each other that they are the witch

you'd start having a breakdown internally but you're standing there like its all goody gum drops

i think im trailing off

either way, chishiya would definitely just tease you how your anxious

but he'll tell you everytime that you're gonna be okay

plus holding hands when y'all are hiding

him coaxing you for anything sometimes

he'll not say but he'll be pretty honored that you became comfortable with him

honestly he would treat you like how he treated ippei (with extra credit)

and again, he'll just subtly praise you

soon it'sprobably gonna be a habit in his system

if you know what i mea-

[tonberry-yoda]

LAST ONE I SWEAR: Hermes with the Love at first sight thingy? You are the best thank you omg🤍✨️

Love - Hermes (f!reader)

notes - I havent been feeling 10/10 SO HERE I AM WRITING FOR MY COMFORT CHARACTER IN ROR!!! How can I not?!??!?! It got a little self inserty, BUT I DONT CARE I LOVE HIM SM HOW CAN I NOT?!?!??!?! I'm kinda obsessed with his design tee hee. I had a ton of fun writing this, so thank you for the request!! ily and i hope you have an amazing day <333

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You were just a human. A human that was bored of life.

You sighed and spent your time studying Greek Mythology. You seemed to be very fixated on it recently. It was so interesting, the way that the gods would live. And who knew, maybe they were wonderful people. You laughed at the thought. How stupid. If a god met you, you would probably be dead.

You were especially fixated on Hermes though. He was a god that never stopped showing up in every myth you read. He was fun to read about. He was always saying something witty or just being the most reasonable god. He was the most... human, you supposed.

You only wondered if these stories you escaped with were real at all. You wished that you could meet someone like Hermes.

Walks were close enough to your escape though, especially the woods by your house. They were full and green; very fantasy-esque. You loved them. Especially getting overdressed to go on a walk. A long dress and a pair of thin flats. You would read stories to deer and bunnies that weren't too far off from you and you would sometimes just take your shoes off and stick your feet in the mud.

It was freeing. And it was all you needed.

You didn't mind going there by yourself as often as you did. It was nice.

But it was off putting when you heard a voice for the first time.

"Can I ask why we're all the way out here?" A deep, yet smooth voice said.

You quickly hid behind a rock. You weren't used to hearing anyone out here, so you were definitely scared.

"Oh, come now, my boy," a raspier voice chuckled. "I like visiting the world down here every now and again! It's not like anyone's going to be out here!"

And right as the man thought that, your dumbass stepped on a stick that made a loud ass sound. Great.

"What was that?" The raspy voice said.

"I don't know," the smoother voice said, his tone slow and soft. "Let me go check it out. Stay here."

Your heart dropped and you panicked a bit. What were you supposed to do? You spent so much time thinking that you didn't move an inch, so a head peeked out from the rock.

You and him both seemed to be in shock as your eyes went wide as you looked at each other.

You stood up from your spot and muttered something that was supposed to be an apology, but more sounded like a bundle of words. You were blushing, dammit.

The man in front of you was handsome. Super handsome. He had jet black hair and bright red eyes. He was wearing a black tuxedo and you couldn't help but stare at him.

He did the same though, without your knowing. You in your dress, god, you looked like a fairy out here.

You both must've realized that you were staring for far too long and you both blushed, looking at the ground.

"I apologize, miss," the man bowed at you and looked back up at you with a small smile. "I didn't mean to scare you."

"I didn't mean to scare you." You peeked out from behind the rock and saw that an old man was admiring a butterfly.

"You're beautiful... if you don't mind me saying."

You turned back to the man with shock. "W-Well, you're very handsome."

"Well, I don't want to doddle. I apologize for the scare," he pulled up you hand to his lips and pressed a kiss upon your knuckles. "I do hope you have a lovely rest of your day, though."

You were sad to feel his touch leave, sighing. "Wait!" You called off as he went to walk back to the old man.

The man turned to you, his hair blowing in the light breeze that blew over. "Yes?"

"I never caught your name."

He hesitated for a moment, but smiled. "It's Hermes."

You froze and watched him leave. Oh my god, that was like a dream.

"What was that all about?" Zeus asked Hermes.

"Oh nothing. But love is a funny thing, don't you think, Lord Zeus?"

"Aphrodite can be an awful woman."

Hermes chuckled. "I suppose she can be."

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How could each Evil Adult do in a dinner date?

dinner date w/ various knd villains

i dont usually take larger group posts buuuuuut i was already planning on writing something like this and this was the kick i needed to get to it LMAOAOAOAO!! happy to see people still requesting knd even if my writing for it has slowed down a bit!

characters: father, knightbrace, cuppa joe, stickybeard, spankulot, toiletnation

notes: reader is gn, established relationship, admin did his best to make everyone unique with their settings- hard given theyre all dinner dates!

cws: none

father

if should come as a surprise to absolutely no one that he would use the fact that he has access to money to spoil you- get ready to be taken to some high end place to eat! if you need an outfit he even offers to buy you something nice

all things considered, he does try to make the night as perfect as possible and hes quick to agitate if something comes up that can derail those plans- example being your typical knd antics or something else entirely

provided nothing happens, the night is... actually pretty nice..

he feels nice being able to spoil you, if he knows you cant afford your half of the bill hes willing to pay it off

wears a bowtie over his shadow suit thing, it.. looks a little funny because it looks like its just been glued on

the type to give flowers before a date to set a tone for the night

knightbrace

obviously hes going to make you brush after you both eat but thats not exactly part of the date, now is it? i mean he can try if he can find a way to make it romantic- side note if you struggle with general self care knightbrace is your man to hype you up

moving on

he does his best not to comment on your food choices- not in a body shaming way of course, hes just extremely uber hyperaware of whats going on with your teeth- hes got a bit of fixation that kind of boarders on obsession but thats another thing for another day

asides from that, hes actually pretty normal! he doesnt do fancy high end restaurant, hes more comfortable in spaces that are more casual...

splits the bill with you- you can have dessert, hes fine with not having any

if theres anything else hes obsessed with that isnt teeth, its time. he always makes sure hes on time to meet with you, likely a trait from his days as a dentist in training- got to be on time for appointments!

spankulot

he offers to let you meet up with him at his home- assuming he has one... i like to think he lives.. somewhere... whether it be a cave somewhere or in some old creepy manor! vampire stuff, you know?

does his best to put everything together so he can impress you

you can see him doing the hand shakey thing if you catch glimpses of him working on things before he sets the table... hes so eager to please you its adorable

fancy, but without the pressure of having to conform to others and their standards- you're in the comfort of a home!

tailors the meal to what you enjoy, he definitely keeps multiple cook books on hand! hes got recipes!

talking a mile a minute about his day as well as how hes happy you were able to make it for your date, and he listens to every word when you speak

very attentive partner who does everything for you, sweet man. blorbo

cuppa joe

you guys dont get to go on dates often due to him being out on his coffee rigs for... long periods of time..

i believe i mentioned in a different post somewhere the he does try to make up for lost time by absolutely spoiling you and smothering you in his love and attention

loaded as well, that coffee money PAYS! he can afford to take you to some fancy schmancy place, but thats not really his style

its a bit predictable, but he takes you to a cafe to get a drink and some treats. its far more casual than father or knightbrace's idea for a date, but you cant deny that the coziness offers you a comfortable atmosphere to catch up

makes sure you get the highest quality coffee, wouldnt be surprised if he was the one supplying the specific cafe you two were sitting in

tells you about all his findings out on the rig and asks you if youve been up to everything, he offers to take you with him the next time he has to go out

stickybeard

i can see him taking you to that candy bar he was at in the black licorice episode! hope youre ready to get some toothaches because there... isnt much options for actual food... actually now that you think about, have you ever seen your boyfriend eat actual food? sure he sometimes goes to the villain bbq, but-

night outs with stickybeard are always full of energy and laugh, he makes sure youre having a good time and hes ready to call it a night if youre getting tired or otherwise ready to put an end to the social event

insists you do most of the talking, he thinks your voice is the sweetest thing ever... pun intended!

does his best to take you out every week or two, definitely takes you out when he successfully carries out an evil plan to rob a child or a candy shop

date nights rarely end with dinner, expect him to have another activity planned afterwards! even if its just sailing around the suburbs in his ship!

toiletnator

he either prepares something at his place or yours- or he takes you out to eat somewhere

who needs to dress up and sit at some posh place when you can just catch a movie and then grab something quick to eat?

sure its not the most.. traditionally romantic... but the simplicity of it feels just as charming as the other characters nights in my opinion!

makes sure youre having fun- he can sometimes get carried away with the things he wants to do that night, but he can pull himself back if he notices you're not having as much fun as he had hoped you would

offers to pay for everything even if he cant afford it- i... doubt he makes a lot of money given that hes not a very successful villain..

[aldritch-ao3]

(person who asked about toji and naoya) I'm really glad you feel the same way as me when it comes to their relationship, i honestly thought i'd only get a couple sentences, so thank you so much for that lengthy answer. Also with the 'naoya being an example of what gojo could've been' thing, i think that's really interesting. Cause i've seen something similar be explored before, with people writing naoya and gojo being raised as almost rivals of eachother, but they also seemed to glorify naoya in a way, so i took it more as their own intepretation rather than a reflection of how things would have been in canon. Back to your point with gojo and naoya tho, thinking about it more, you're really onto something there, cause kid gojo sorta acts like naoya?? still different, but the similarities are there. i also just realised toji seriously affected both of their lives. I can't imagine how naoya would have been had he not met toji. It just feels like he wouldn't be naoya. Christ, you were so right about toji haunting everyone. It's funny how someone regarded as nothing impacted so much of the lives of those who are regarded as everything. (you may be america's strongest run-on sentence soldier, but i'm britain's. we will compete to see who gains the title of world's strongest run-on sentence soldier one day..)

omg cross-sea solidarity ... why would we compete when we could instead join forces to make runon sentences that would make english majors puke

i case you couldn't tell by [gestures to playback] i have a lot of big big feelings about the zen'in clan in general, and naoya - honestly, feelings i didnt have before starting it that i've come around to the more i study these guys under a microscope! i dont know if the comparisons between young gojo and young naoya are intentional, but to me they're very much there - each is the prodigal genius heir of their clan, inheriting a genetic technique that sets them apart from a young age and has them both praised and isolated for this technique. each at a young age is egotistical and carries themself above others because that's been treated as outright fact by the people around them. gojo is exposed to other viewpoints and experiences that allow him to grow beyond it, though aspects of that mindset remain in him they don't take a malicious form - naoya isn't given that social opportunity, and instead stuck in an echo chamber that eventually makes him even worse than the people around him. they obviously aren't 1:1 but i do really think there's a comparison to be drawn

and imho the zen'in clan as a whole are kind of a microcosm of jujutsu society, where even those in privileged positions in the social hierarchy suffer and live less fulfilling lives for it. literally none of them seem happy. naoya is one of the most insecure, bitter, unhappy characters we meet imho, feeling challenged by and overcompensating to extreme measures to every single perceived threat and slight. we see much of the same with ogi, honestly, with one key difference - naoya doesn't seem to have anything or anyone that would make him happy, while ogi has a wife and children and yet self-sabotages every chance at a meaningful life and meaningful human connection because of his fixation on rank and power. his family is just an extension of himself, and therefore disappointing and discarded as worthless because they don't meet his expectations.

their hierarchy prevents a lot of meaningful connections from being formed with ideas of rank and power and honour and tradition getting in the way of them. not in a way that excuses the way a lot of these guys are, but as a whole this is a generational and societal issue as much as it is an individual one, and its noteworthy that someone like gojo, in contrast, turned out as relatively well-adjusted and normal as he did - under the right circumstances, he very well may have been much worse. isnt that just what all of their stories are? under the right circumstances, almost anyone could have ended up like geto, or like naoya. to me jjk is a series where theres a sense of nurture taking precedent over nature very often, and all the spectacular ways one's nature can remain unshaken and unchanged even in the face of that. or something.

this isn't even what your ask was about. i feel like a lot of this pertains to toji in interesting ways but also theres very little to be said about toji that hasn't been already. something something nature of cycles and how his breaking out of it had ripples across the entire world because the clan is representative of the world he was a part of something the way you must break tradition before it breaks you whatever.