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mobbu-min · 16 days ago

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☆ yummy in my tummy ☆

part two

a/n i swear everytime im about to play love and deepspace, the app needs another update. my phone storage can't keep up T0T anyways, i'm not that far in but xavier is my fave. he lowkey reminds me of silver haha. rafayel is a close second tho

includes: all of octavinelle, scarabia + pomefiore

tw mentions of eating disorder

want more? check out part one!

Octavinelle <3

⋆ Perhaps the last dorm that you want to know about your skills. But alas, your heart is vast, so even shady seamen deserves some delicious home cooked meals/treats!

⋆ How about making some extra cash? Is what Azul says after taking a bit. He does mean it. Not only would Monstro Lounge gain some more popularity after news of the Ramshackle Perfect’s home made meals/treats were being served, but he gets to spend time with you without giving his feelings away? A win-win if you asked him. As we all know, Azul does suffer from an eating disorder, as much as he tries to deny it, but somehow your cooking/baking doesn’t upset him at all. If anything, he gets so lost in the flavors that he doesn’t realize that his stomach is full and plate empty. Should he be concerned? Disgusted with himself? Lots of negative emotions begin to swell up, but when he glances at you, fully expecting the worst, he’s met with your proud smile. Happiness practically radiating off your being. And suddenly, Azul doesn’t mind the feeling of a full stomach as long as you look at him like that again.

⋆ Jade finds himself coming to you more often to ask for tips on how to cook mushrooms in different ways. Heck, he even encourages you to come out mushroom hunting with him. He’s fascinated by the way you work, seeing you mix different spices and ingredients together inspires him to do the same. He enjoys getting a glimpse at a third world, your world. It reminds him that the universe is truely a big, fascinating place. He is touched that your first thought was to bring him food, don’t worry he’ll repay the favor.

⋆ Your food is the only thing to get Floyd out of his moods! Once he smells the delicious scent of your meals/sweets, he instantly goes back to being silly and goofy! He will pester the living daylights out of you to make his favorite foods. You will know no peace! Floyd always makes his distaste clear. He’s an honest guy, what can he say? So it’s a big achievement that your food gets the Floyd pass. He will glare at anyone that dares to come near his food. This is his food, not theirs! Floyd’s a good cook himself, so like Jade, if he’s feeling particularly chummy, you might be gifted with his own unique concoction.

Scarabia <3

⋆ Scarabia is known to have the best food in the school! So it was a little jarring when you decided to give them some of your homemade food. But you really have nothing to worry about when it comes to these too.

⋆ You thought you were going to go blind with how bright Kalim's smile was. It truly could rival the sun. Because of the trust between you and Kalim, he devours it within seconds. Practically buzzing in excitement as the flavors touch his tongue. He’s not joking when he says that it’s as good as Jamil’s food. He wants to throw a party where you and Jamil have a cook off! But also just to show off your amazing cooking. You’re going to have to politely tell him that might be too much for you. Or that you only cook for special people! (subtle flirting hehe) And well Kalim is Kalim so it’s like a 50/50 chance that it won’t fly over his head. But in the case that it doesn’t, Kalim gets all warm and flustered. You know how some people get cuteness aggression and just want to squeeze said cuteness, well that’s Kalim. Instantly you're in his arms while he exclaims how much he loves you!

⋆ Jamil gave you the weirdest look, thinking that you wanted something from him. But alas! You did it out of the goodness of your heart. After getting over his initial suspicion, Jamil is incredibly thankful! I get a feeling that between everything that Jamil has to handle, he tends to eat very little most days. Just enough to get him to bedtime. So when you popped out of thin air with food, but not just any food his favorite, Jamil is touched. Though just because he’s touched, that doesn’t mean he won’t critique it! Internally of course, unless you ask. I would like to say that this would lead to cooking dates, but Jamil gives me the impression that he doesn’t like others in the kitchen while he works. Though he’s willing to try it out for you! Omg, if you make him food from the Scalding Sands, he just might tear up (lol, probably not but that’s a funny thought) but he will be incredibly touched!

Pomefiore <3

⋆ A tricky dorm to cook/bake for. A life or death situation! You must satisfy the Queen’s tastes or else you’ll face everlasting sleep! OoooOOoooooOOOoooo

⋆ Your greatest foe, the Queen herself! Does your food satisfy the Queen’s strict diet? ………partially. Listen, Vil holds himself to high regards and keeps a stern eye on his calories and where those calories come from. And while yes, you are going the right path, you also took some side quests on the way. In other words, you were like 74% to getting Vil’s approval. But fear not! For Vil is more than willing to take you under his wing! Though, Vil’s not a chef himself, so he’ll guide you in the ways of his diets. As long as you keep those in mind, Vil finds himself thoroughly enjoying anything you make him. He enjoys foods that are light on the stomach with plenty of nourishment. Vil will oftentimes find himself thinking about your food. His stomach growling in hunger. He appreciates it whenever you show up with homemade snacks. Vil will oftentimes submerge himself in his work, whether that be new roles, schoolwork or guiding his dorm mates, and forget to eat. So knowing that you're always thinking of him and coming to check up on him makes him feel all mushy and gooey inside. Goodness, the effects you have on him.

⋆ C’est délicieux! Anything and everything you give Rook is eaten with fervor. Truly enjoying and savoring every bite! For how could he let anything go to waste? You put your heart and soul into it, it would be wrong not to enjoy it with his own heart and soul. His appetite is never quenched when it comes to your food. He consumes your food with such earnestness that it's hard not to get all flustered. The compliments are never ending when it comes to him. Rook could (and has) write poetry off the delicious taste of your food. Sweet, yet a little off putting. Will jump at any occasion to speak about your food, and by extension you. Eveytime he sees you with a bag or box, Rook is skipping towards you with a little tune to each step.

⋆ Nothing could beat his Meemaw’s apple pie, but Epel supposes that yours come to a close second. Your food is the only thing Vil will turn a blind eye to, which Epel takes as an opportunity to slyly (not really) suggest new recipes for you to try. Honestly, Epel really likes your food! He gets all flustered whenever you pop with food for him. At first he was a little insulted that you made him food, thinking you were insulting his masculinity or something by babying him. But after your very honest words (and a reprimanding from Vil and Leona for making you sad), Epel understands that it was just you trying to show him that you cared for him. I can see Epel going to Jack and asking ‘Is someone giving you food manly?’ and Jack, who happened to overhear Leona telling Ruggie, casually responds with, ‘My mom always makes my dad food, so yeah…” And Epel’s all like, ‘Well damn, if Jack looks like that then his dad must be super macho.’ or something like that. Needless to say, Epel has never hit someone so hard before over food. (rip grim and ace)

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yokohamapound · 1 year ago

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If you have enough time, could you please write about Fyodor, Dazai, chuuya, and tecchou (You could add more if you want) reacting to their s/o pinching, squeezing, and kissing their both cheeks with a slight nibbling on them? If you don't mind, ty.

This request is so cute and sweet that Ranpo is going to try and steal it. For which I am also adding him to the headcanons~

Characters: Fyodor Dostoevsky, Dazai Osamu, Nakahara Chuuya, Suehiro Tetchou, Edogawa Ranpo

Contains: Smoochies

Fyodor Dostoevsky

I imagine it takes a little while for you to gather the courage to do this. While Fyodor has a very pretty face, his aloof demeanour and sinister edge don’t encourage people to touch him casually. Obviously, as his partner you have much more freedom in this sense, but it was probably still a while before you reached out and pinched his cheek.

Fyodor’s surprise is fascinating to see. He lets out a small, throaty laugh, raising an eyebrow at you for your impulsive gesture.

“What prompted that, may I ask?”

His amusement is only compounded when you follow your pinching up with kisses. He’ll allow you to get away with it for a moment or two before he takes your chin and asks if you’re so terribly in need of his attention. If you ask ever so sweetly, he might just give it to you.

Dazai Osamu

No matter how gently you pinch his cheek, Dazai will overplay it. He’ll widen his eyes into big chocolate brown pools and pout, clutching his cheek (conveniently trapping your hand against the side of his face).

“You’re so cruel, bella!” he proclaims.

He’ll require you to kiss it better, and will not stop at just one. It’ll take multiple kisses to stop “the pain”.

Despite all his whining, Dazai enjoys your soft, playful affection. Just be warned that he’ll repay you tenfold, and probably in public, too. He has no shame, (which is incredibly ironic when you consider the first line of No Longer Human).

Nakahara Chuuya

Chuuya cleaves very tightly to his “tough guy” reputation. He’s slick, he’s cool, he’s a dangerous executive from the Port Mafia. He can’t be having you pinching his cheeks and cooing at him over how cute he is. Even if he is pretty cute.

It’s a little bit hypocritical, since one of his favourite “cool guy” ways to greet you is to pinch your cheek and be like, “Hey, dollface.”

If you do it, be prepared for him to sputter and turn his face away, his ears burning red and starting to blend in with his hair.

“Tch, the hell was that for?!”

He’s a little mollified if you follow it up with a kiss, but only moderately. He frowns at you in that grumpy way of his and rolls his eyes. “Fine, you’re forgiven. Just don’t ever do that in front of the guys, you got it?”

Suehiro Tetchou

Tetchou’s face doesn’t show much reaction the first time you reach out and pinch his cheek, squishing the flesh of his face between your thumb and forefinger. His eyes slide toward you, but apart from a blink, he seems stoic.

“Are you testing the strength of my facial muscles?” he asks, quite serious. “I can make them stronger. I will.”

You have to explain to the dolt that it’s just an expression of affection. You’ve also developed a habit of kissing those three little markings under his left eye. He normally shuts that eye and lets you get away with it.

Edogawa Ranpo

I feel like this request was made for Ranpo. Amongst the right people, this young man inspires such a prodigious amount of cute aggression that you’re practically shaking with the need to pinch his cheeks.

Depending on his mood and current snack level, Ranpo might placidly accept it as you tug on his cheek like it’s made of playdoh, or he might bat your hand away like a cat, or he might try to nip at your fingers.

He might pout a little when you grab his face in your hands and start covering his cheeks in kisses, muttering that he is a grown man, you know. That said, he doesn’t mind being considered cute and adorable, so long as you recognise he’s the World’s Greatest Detective.

“If I’m so cute, why aren’t you spoiling me more?”

#yokohama pound #bungo stray dogs #bsd headcanons #fyodor dostoevsky #dazai osamu #nakahara chuuya #suehiro tetchou #edogawa ranpo #fyodor x reader #dazai x reader #chuuya x reader #tetchou x reader #ranpo x reader

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imagination-mess · 9 months ago

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Hockey Player! Izuku Midoriya

Hockey Player Au / College Au

This was inspired by this post.

Word Count: 500+

He is known to be a sweetheart, but he is a completely different person on the ice field. He can be quite aggressive, often seen to be matching the energy of the other team’s player.

He has a specific face that is filled with determination.

He is aware that there are several videos of him gnashing his teeth at players making the rounds in the media.

Once you guys have been dating for a while, there isn’t any sort of shyness between the two of you. The two of you get comfortable with each other.

He lets you take any clothes from his closet because he genuinely likes to see you in them, specifically his baggy hoodies and jackets.

He also adores seeing you wear his old jersey that you ‘borrow’ from his closet.

His clothes will eventually come back to his closet and be washed for him to use.

He is very affectionate with you, but he will follow and respect your preferences.

If you don’t mind, make a public display of affection (PDA) and give him the green light. It’s over for you. He will be all over you. He will have a hand somewhere on your body as time goes by.

He is also a massive hugger. He may come from behind and hug you while pressing kisses on your cheeks. He will ask beforehand if that's alright, of course.

He will press kisses all over your face whenever he can.

Everyone will know that you are dating one of the stars of the hockey team, either through his social media or in person. The teammates tell him he is as bad as Kirishima with PDA.

“At first, it was cute. Now it’s starting to be annoying."

He doesn’t care if he is a small or big spoon when it comes to cuddling. He just wants to cuddle. But he will put his head on your lap purposefully to get head scratches and pats.

If you don’t know how to ice skate, he will be more than willing to teach you when there isn’t anyone around in the ice rink, if you are interested.

He would be so patient with you and teach you how to move your feet. He will secretly lead you away from the safety of the wall. Traitor

If you do know how to ice skate, the two of you would have dates randomly at the public ice rink and the private one at school. He will make it work; trust him.

If there is a small gathering with limited seating, he will encourage you to sit on his lap. If you are hesitating, he will straight up tell you he can take it.

If you are still uncomfortable, he will give up his seat for you.

If you allowed him, Izuku would crash at your dorm or apartment for a power nap before going to classes if your place is closer to the building that he needs to go to.

Izuku leaves clothes behind in case he stays over or in emergencies.

Please be prepared for receiving gifts out of nowhere with no connection to the occasion.

Please kiss his scars; he is self-conscious about them.

He will love you unconditionally.

Part Two

#midoriya izuku x reader #bnha x reader #mha x reader #my hero academia x reader #boku no hero academia x reader #izuku midoriya x reader #hockey player! izuku x reader #hockey player au #hockey player! Midoriya x reader #hockey player! izuku Midoriya x reader #hockey player! Midoirya Izuku x reader #deku x reader #midoriya izuku x you #izuku x reader #izuku x y/n #midoriya x reader #mha midoriya izuku x reader #college au

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blackbat05 · 4 months ago

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Persistence

Gryffindor! Carlos x Reader (House of Choice)

A/N: That Wimbledon Champion’s dinner video was so cute and a great inspiration. I might have also shown my crack side towards the end but I hope you enjoy😁 Funfact I wrote this in a day lmao.

“Good one! Let’s do five more and we’ll stop. It’s getting dark.” Ainsley yells from afar.

“Gotcha Cap!”

You take a deep breath and get your bat into position. Ainsley releases the bludger at top speed but you’re confident that this will be a walk in the park.

30 metres… 20 metres… 10 metres…

“Ah!!!”

You had to dodge from the aggressive ball at the very last second, bludger almost taking your ear off.

“Y/N! You ok?”

You quickly recover back onto your broom, wondering what the heck was that. “I’m good Cap!” You scan for the source of noise and lo and behold, you find the Gryffindor Beater taking a leisure stroll onto the field with a dozen of girls from every single house trailing behind him.

Just end me.

Ainsley gives a furtive glance as you land on the ground gracefully, putting your broom aside to confront the person at everyone’s attention.

“Alcaraz!” You raise both your arms in exasperation, tone high. “I would appreciate it if you would quit trying to disrupt my training?”

He should have been scared. Most guys on the other Qudditch teams would have shit in their pants. But not Carlos, the guy was simply one of a kind.

“Hello to you, amor.”

“Quit it.” You growled. Most girls would have fallen for his charms but not you. It’s guys like these that would stomp on your heart the moment they’re done toying with you.

Unfazed by the crowds, he takes a step forward to you and you can’t help but to notice the color of chocolate swimming in his eyes. Carlos smirks.

You don’t know what he has up his sleeve this time. Surely it can be worst than supergluing your butt to the handle of your broom. Your body freezes in anticipation as he opens his mouth to say whatever ridiculous things he has in his darned head of his.

“Go to the Yule Ball with me.”

Yeap. Definitely stupid things.

***

“You said no? Girl you are out of your god damn mind.” Ainsley widens his stride to keep up with you as you head to the dorm. “He is down bad for you!”

“I am probably just one of his conquests.” You waved it off dismissively. “Hey, Ains…” You looked at your captain who resembles a bobble head.

“No. I have a date.”

“Bullshit.”

“I do.”

“No you don’t.”

Ainsley gives you a look and you realize your best friend is speaking the truth. The two of you stare at each other in silence.

“He’s not going to give up is he?”

“I’m afraid not.”

***

You wondered if your friend was finally listening to the Divination classes. Ainsley was right. Carlos popped up everywhere you went. The dungeons before potion lessons, the Great Hall and even after your consult with Professor McGonagall who for the first time seemed throughly amused by the young Qudditch prodigy’s efforts.

“Please?”

“Don’t make me hex you Alcaraz. Why not go out with Simmons? She’s way more in your league than I am.”

He doesn’t answer your question and continues to persistently follow you to every possible place in school for the rest of the day.

***

You sit by the fireplace, completing the last bit of your assignment. Stomach growling, you look at the clock and realized you have yet to grab anything to eat.

Perhaps the kitchen would have something. You make your way down quietly to not get spotted by any Professors or the caretaker.

Tickling the pineapple, you head to the kitchen that was still bustling in the evening. Apart from the elves, you weren’t alone.

“I’ve tried everything! But she doesn’t believe me. What do I do?” Carlos groans and you duck behind a pot of pans, eavesdropping into their conversation.

“Perhaps some food sir? Miss Y/N always likes strawberries with whipped cream.” The elf suggested.

“Yeah, maybe I’ll take those. Thank you.” Carlos glumly accepts the bag of strawberries from another elf running around the kitchen.

“She helped me. When I was a nobody. She didn’t care how many cups I won, that I was the star player on the team.” Carlos sadly recounts to the elf who has climbed onto the counter to pat him on the shoulder.

You knew exactly what he was referring to. When you were in third year, you happened to run into Carlos being heckled by some older Slytherins who were saying incredibly nasty things about his background. You didn’t hesitate to hex all four of them good and willingly took the punishment for Carlos so that he could continue with his tryouts.

He remembered?

“She’s so sweet and courageous and brave.” He continues to confess his inner thoughts. “I wanted to get to know her better. Before I was sucked up in all of this.” He refers to the fame that came along with his exceptional athletic abilities. “But she thinks I’m lying. I really like her, you know.”

You breath hitches and you step out carefully behind him.

“You could have just told me that instead of following me around like a lost puppy.”

Carlos whips his head around. “I… uh… how long were you here?” He asks.

“Long enough.” You reply and sit beside him, thanking the elf for the strawberries. “I have to apologize for my attitude. I was just trying to protect myself and with all that you had going on… I didn’t think you would be interested in me.” You wring your hands nervously, not looking at him.

The realization hits Carlos slowly but surely and a mischievous thought floods his mind. Dipping his finger in the bowl of whip cream that the elf bought, he taps your shoulder and smears your nose with the cream the moment you tilt your head up.

You gasp, pretending to be offended. “And just when I thought we were clearing things up!” You swipe your own whip cream and attack him on his nose, leaving the both of you in a fit of giggles.

Carlos wipes the tears from his eyes and takes a deep breath to calm down.

“So… will you go to the ball with me?” The man in front of you is almost hopeful.

“Yes! I’ll go with you.”

***

Carlos adjusts his tie for the hundredth time this evening, waiting for you anxiously outside the dorm. The door opens and a group of giggling girls dressed to the nines take appreciative glances at him. Not that he noticed. He was too anxious, he couldn’t wait to see you-

“Sorry! I took too long did I?”

He does a double take, engraving your visuals in his memory. “You look beautiful.”

The ball was extravagant. The Great Hall had been transformed beyond recognition as students entered. Music from the live band was playing and most were already on the dance floor while a few stayed behind at the tables mingling with each other.

Carlos extends his hand for you to hold. “Shall we?”

You take his hand as he leads you onto the dance floor. Despite being a professional on the field, you couldn’t say the same on the dance floor.

Sensing your nerves, Carlos does a little shimmy of his hips, earning a small smile from you. He holds you by the waist and takes the lead, moving across the dance floor.

As you glide along with him, Carlos leans down, checking in on you.

“You alright?”

You lean in to him, wrapping both your arms around his waist before giving him a kiss under the chandelier. You couldn’t have been more sure and so was he.

This couldn’t have been more perfect.

***

Bonus Cut:

“Ah! Young love. Professor, you owe me ten galleons!” Professor McGonagall calls the suave Professor Juan Carlos over who hands her the money.

Never bet against Minnie.

#carlos alcaraz #carlos alcaraz x reader

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ratsoh-writes · 6 months ago

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What can you tell us about the Grillbys? Grillbies?

Besides that fell Grillby is related to his Fell Sans

Here’s all my grillbies in “play”!

Grillby:

the og flame man himself! Grillby is an older flame elemental aged 477 and is from undertale. He stands at 6 feet and has a pretty reddish orange flame.

Grillby is a monster of few words. He’s not shy, just not the talkative type. He does have a lovely laugh though. He’s a bit of a snoop and uses his very impressive poker face to act like he isn’t listening in on his customers conversations lol. If you need good gossip, grillby probably knows all about it already ;)

He owns the bar, grillbys that now has two locations! The main one is in the heart of new ebott of course, and the second is a slightly more classy version in Steeler! While he’s technically the owner, grillby still serves as the bartender in the ebott city location.

Grillby is in fact soulbonded to his handsome soulmate Frosty, a pale blue water elemental. They have a single child together who’s well into her adult years now.

Things he loves: greasy fast food, suits, cute little dogs, playing poker, his soulmate of course, puns, juicy gossip

Felby:

An older flame elemental from underfell, fellby has a purple flame aged exactly 500 this year. He stands at 6’5

Felby is a very grumpy hissy monster. He’s the perfect picture of “get off my lawn!!”. He’s unusually solitary for a monster, prizing his peace. While he is charming when he flirts, he never seems to keep relationships for long. This fact doesn’t seem to bother him though.

Felby had an illegal moonshine bar before the crash, and afterwards, using those skills of his in making unnecessarily strong drinks, he had a fake license made and now runs Fireball, a club only for those wanting to get absolutely wasted. It’s located in Steeler city.

Fellby never soulbonded, but he did have a string of lovers over the years, one of which resulted jn two sons, red and edge. They were a poorly planned attempt by their father(gaster, who carried) to get Felby to commit. Obviously it didn’t work and he doesn’t have any contact with his kids even now

Things he loves: alcohol, hook ups, rap music, leather clothes and furniture, the ocean

Spinby:

Spinby is a middle aged flame elemental, aged 388, from underswap! He has a pale yellow flame and stands at 5’9

Spinby is… he’s something that’s for sure. This guy is totally nuts. Combine a hippie, a circus performer and a child who just drank a 5 hour energy and you have Spinby! He’s incredibly creative and even more bouncy. And he dresses like a walking rainbow lol

Spinby owns an adorable milkshake and donut cafe in mettaland! The whole building is all rainbow pastels and he’s famous for his candy inspired shake flavors! The place is called sugar-spinner!

Spinby has the worst luck with love, but he hasn’t given up on it yet! He’s had a string of brief romances over the years, most of his partners being turned off by his constant cheer. He has an amazing friend group though that keep him down to earth and from getting too lonely

Things he loves: candies, cakes and shakes!, tie dye clothing, disco, bright colors, romance movies

Steallby:

Steallby (and yes that’s his actual name) is a dark blue flame elemental from swapfell. He’s older, aged 490 and stands at 5’10

Steallby is a very anxious monster. He’s quiet around strangers and does his best to blend in with the background, but with friends he’s a bubbly chatty monster. While he can play the nasty aggressive fell monster, he’s really just a shy baby. He’s a sweetie if one gets to know him

Steallby owns a small hole in the wall restaurant specializing in soup and bread! He calls it Soul food, and it’s located in the slums of new ebott

He had used the crash to escape his abusive ex-soulmate the water elemental sickle. He even managed to break the bond before his ex could find him. These days, Steallby has been slowly coming out of his shell and learning to enjoy life again.

Things he loves: fresh baked bread, stainless steal cooking wares, bird feeders, winter foods, snow, soft spoken people

Grills:

Horrortale grillby, he’s ten years older than his counterpart, 487 and stands at 7’1. His flame is slight dulled these days, but is still the same reddish orange

Grills is even quieter than grillby if that’s possible, and somehow is even nosier lol. He’s stopped caring about acting dignified and is quite obvious when he’s eavesdropping. He’s a gentle sort of personality, and despite his scary appearance, many consider him soothing to be around

Grills was hired by grillby when leaving the institution healing the horror monsters after the crash. He works weekends as the bartender on grillbys days off

Grills was extremely lucky to survive the famine with his mate frost (previously known as frosty). They enjoy a slower life together, loving the peace of the surface

Things he loves: any food, his soulmate frost, reality tv, comedy shows, card games

Chillby:

Chillby is a baby blue flamed fire elemental from outertale! She is aged 436 and is 6’2 feet tall

Chillby is a sweet and playful monster who seems to just ooze curiosity. She’s an experimentalist and is all about those new life experiences. She prizes variety and adventure above all else

Chillby is a rather famous food critic in ebott. She’s a great writer with a sensational flair to her reviews, and her good media presence means that cafes and restaurants are actually excited to see her.

Chillby is happily soulbonded to icee and whooly, a grey water elemental and a white earth elemental. The triad all work remotely so they plan all their travels together!

Things she loves: sweet foods, airplanes, zip lines, hiking and her soulmates of course

Farbon:

Farbon is a large flame elemental from drakefell. He has a deep burgundy flame and his natural body shape includes two large flaming dragons wings, although most of the time he concentrates on keeping them in since they always get in the way. He’s aged 501 and stands at 6’8

Farbon is a stoic and dutiful character. He doesn’t have much of a sense of humor but is kind enough to pity laugh even if he doesn’t get the joke lol. He’s also oblivious as hell and will not know if you flirt with him.

He works as a blacksmith, focusing more on precious metals and small dainty creations instead of the more large hardy creations of other drakefell monsters. He’s commissioned pretty often by Ollivander to make decor for his banks.

Farbon against all odds somehow was seduced wedded and bedded by chilbell, a drakeswap water elemental. Chill bell (or chillie as he likes to be called) took one look at Farbon, spent weeks flirting trying to catch his attention, and finally had a breakdown in where he yelled at Farbon for being dumb as a brick, kissed him and asked him on a date all in the same breath. The rest is history and the two are happily soulbonded and have their first child, a toddler flame elemental, together

Things he loves: gold and silver, his soulmate, pretty metal trinkets, spring flowers, potatoes

Dolby:

Dolby is a yellowish orange flame elemental from theatretale. He stands at a shorter 5’6 for an elemental and is aged 399.

Dolby is not one for noise or theatre despite the au he’s from. Instead he’s a man of the written arts. It makes him considered unusual to his fellow theatre monsters, but outside of that au, he’s seen as a rather chill and average guy. He’s a normally quiet monster with a talent for telling jokes at the best time. You never know when he will speak, but when he does it’s hilariously amazing.

Dolby owns a simple cafe in Steeler called cup o’ coal. Its main seller is coffee of course but it also does sandwiches. The cafe is pretty popular with artists and writers because of the book clubs Dolby likes to host there, and the very comfy seating areas

Dolbys soulmate, treble, is a tan earth elemental with a gorgeous deep husky voice. Their childhood sweethearts and trebles voice is the only one that Dolby considers more beautiful than his novels and poetry. They had a child together as well (now an adult himself) and he’s the only “grillby” child to not be another flame elemental. The kid is a handsome grey earth elemental

Things he loves: his soulmate, poetry, coffee, whipped cream, tragedy novels

Phoenix:

Birdfell grillby, he’s a crimson red flame elemental with a massive flaming red pair of wings resembling an albatross! He’s a young 202 and stands at 6’7. He’s bloody gorgeous by monster standards

Phoenix’s wings aren’t the only big thing he has ;). His ego is massive. Being treated like a prince because of his looks has definitely creeped into his personality. Thankfully he’s a sweetie at his core, and while he can come across as big headed and condescending at times, he’s also very generous and friendly with every one around him.

Phoenix is one of ebotts top models. He’s in every years swimsuit edition despite not being a water type monster, and he’s especially famous for this one photo shoot advertising mellow marts new type of cheese by posing on a fur rug and pouring the melted cheese all over his… actually that’s not important. The pictures are a collectors item now though since they’ve been retracted.

Phoenix is surrounded by suitors, but he’s never had eyes for any of them. Or anyone for that matter. He’s just never had an interest in romance. He does adore making friends and keeps the ones that stick around close to his chest.

Things he loves: cheese, showing off his beautiful body, photo shoots, pedicures and manicures, photo shoots with babies and baby animals for those sexy calendars of hot men holding adorable things.

Kelby:

Kelby is a fierce golden flame elemental from fellswap gold. She is aged 477 and stands at 6’6

Kelby is fierce, stern and magnetic to those around her. She’s a monster many look up to and idolize. And she really is all that. She’s an incredibly talented individual who can back her confidence up. Don’t cross her though, her temper burns hot.

She’s the owner and head chef of a prestigious seafood restaurant in Steeler. Her place is a favorite of the royal, Empress and for good reason. Everything tastes heavenly. She runs her kitchen with an iron fist

Kelby always prized her career first, and prided herself as one of the few gold monsters in high society who got there on pure talent. No blackmail needed, a true feat really, so she never had time for romance. She is open to a partner these days though

Things she loves: seafood and meats in general, ballet, weightlifting, champagne and pretty scarves

#undertale imagines #undertale headcanons #worldbuilding #undertale #swapfell #underswap #underfell #horrortale #outertale #birdfell #fellswap gold #drakefell #theatretale

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jujumin-translates · 3 months ago

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[18TRIP] Event Story | WE ARE M・T・T・B | TRACK. 8

Characters: 🫰 Chihiro Natsuyaki, ☁️ Ten Murakumo, 🎨 Kiroku Kinugawa, 🌕 Muneuji Kaguya, 🔮 Toi Shiramitsu

Location: Dance Competition - Venue & Stage

Host: “Alright, that was “Heavenly Melonpan!”

*Applause*

Host: “Next up is someone you might know! From the viral dance video, it’s “Chii & Tenchamu”!”

Host: “This time, it seems like they’ve got a whole new team complete with new members joining them!”

Host: “And their name is “MATATABI”! The song they’ll be using is—.” (1)

*Crowd cheers*

House Dance Judge: The title is “Kink” …Wait, it was completely written by the masked artist unlove on commission!? Seriously, that’s incredible.

Reggae Dance Judge A: Seems like the audience is getting excited, huh? I guess they’re not lacking in popularity.

Reggae Dance Judge B: Popularity alone doesn’t mean anything. The real question is how’s their technique. I’m not gonna be soft on them—.

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

*Heart beating*

Chihiro: (I always get a bit nervous before going on stage. But…)

Chihiro: (It’ll be okay. We’re gonna dance our own dance. Moments like these are exciting, thrilling, happy, and joyful—.)

Chihiro: (And I want everyone here to feel that too!)

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

*Music starts playing*

House Dance Judge: Ooh…! That’s crazy, they all came out on stage wearing masks, and then all of a sudden split up and started dancing as hard as they could! There’s a kinda aggression to it!

Chihiro: (Okay, our first big impact strategy was a success~! I can tell all the judges are all amazed by their faces!)

Toi: (...And now.)

Muneuji & Kiroku: (All together, stand still in a cat pose ♪)

Ballroom Dance Judge: The cat masks along with the dance with cat motifs… That’s just so cute!

Reggae Dance Judge: They’re perfectly in sync. This whole thing is pretty strategic.

Ballroom Dance Judge: Every member has a different choreography to match their personality, yet they’re still cohesive as a whole.

Muneuji: (I’m really enjoying this…!)

Breakdance Dance Judge: That kid’s movements are nice. He’s a little rough around the edges now, but he has potential.

Muneuji: (And now we remove the masks and— Hit them with the fanservice that Natsuyaki-san came up with…!)

Ballroom Dance Judge: P-Pretty boys! Pretty boys have appeared!

Muneuji: (...And my own personal wave, and boogaloo…)

*Muneuji dances*

Chihiro: (Yep, that’s good. Really good…! Munechi and the others are moving even better than they were in practice, and they audience really seems to be eating it up!)

Kiroku: (Me… too.)

*Kiroku dances*

Breakdance Dance Judge: Look! That kid’s moving too!

Ballroom Dance Judge: His movements are so light… And if you look closely, you can really see his style too! I’m totally stanning him~!

Toi: (Muneuji-kun and Kiro-chan are moving so well! Time for my own moves too…!)

Ballroom Dance Judge: Kyaaaaah!!! Did you see his pose!? S-So adorable…!

Reggae Dance Judge: That guy’s cat pose is so innocent that it tickles my maternal instincts…

Chihiro: (Everyone’s seriously locked in right now~!! Chii’s not gonna let them outdo him ♪)

*Chihiro dances*

Judge: A-Amazing!

Judge: Just how is he so flexible!? He’s just like a cat turned human…!

Chihiro: (And the best is still yet to come~♪)

*Crowd cheers*

Ten: …

Ten: (Ahh, so everyone gave it their all.)

Ten: (Well, I am wearing a mask, so being center stage just this once might not be so bad.)

*Ten dances*

Ten: …Gh!

Breakdance Dance Judge: What’s with that jumping power!?

Reggae Dance Judge: Was that like a parkour-inspired dance arrangement… Huh!? How is he flying like that!? What is he, a ninja…!?

Ten: And finally, a backflip… To finish things off.

Chihiro: (Tenchamu is amazing~! He’s so giga-brained for being able to adlib like that~!!)

Muneuji: (And finally…)

Toi: (Finish off with the same cat pose we started with ♪)

Kiroku: (Now…)

All Five: —Done ♪

*Applause*

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Chihiro: …Ahhh~, that was sooooooo much fun~♪ We really got those vibes up and I’m feeling good about how hyped everyone was~!

Chihiro: It seems like the audience and the judges really had fun! That’s why—.

Muneuji & Toi & Kiroku: …

Chihiro: Don’t be so gloomy, smile ♪

Muneuji: …Yes, however.

Chihiro: Even finishing second is a great achievement, dont’cha think~? Especially ‘cause there’s lotsa dance pros competing. That’s why…

Chihiro: What matters isn’t really the results, but whether or not we’re satisfied with how we did. After all, no one can beat people who are just enjoyers ♪

Chihiro: BTDubs, Chii’s super satisfied~!

Muneuji: …I see. I gave it my all as well. I have no regrets.

Toi: Me too! I had a lotta fun, and I’m happy that I got to see the wonderful world that you and Ten-kun saw, Chihiro-kun!

Kiroku: Me… too… I had… fun.

Kiroku: I had fun, and… It was thanks to you… Natsuyaki-san.

Kiroku: So… Thank you so much…

Muneuji: Precisely. We’re very appreciative, Natsuyaki-san and Murakumo-san.

Chihiro: Wh…

Chihiro: I’m so happy I feel like I’m gonna wail… Ahaha!

Ten: I’m glad.

Chihiro: Wait, but this is all partly thanks to you, Tenchamu. Seeing you do such a crazy trick like that… That was so cool.

Ten: Ahaha, tha~nks.

Chihiro: Once again, thanks for today, y’all.

Chihiro: M’kay, before we dip, let’s all take a commemorative pic. Everyone, pose and say cheese~♪

[ ⇠ Previous Part ] • [ Next Part ⇢ ]

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Notes:

(1) Matatabi means “catnip” in Japanese.

#18trip #18trip translation #chihiro natsuyaki #ten murakumo #kiroku kinugawa #muneuji kaguya #toi shiramitsu

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andro-dino · 5 months ago

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omg hey could could you talk about zyro maybe? i like hearing what you like in characters especially in shogun steel

ZYRO MY FRIEND ZYRO!!!!!!! I,,, love Zyro kurogane,,,,,,, so much,,,,,,,

I don’t even know where to begin with him. Ik it’s been a while since I’ve gone on one of my “shogun steel characters are so interesting bc of the ways they start so rough around the edges as bladers and differ so much from their predecessors despite the similarities” rants but basically that whole idea is PERFECTLY encapsulated in Zyro’s entire being. Like, I love that he loses right off the bat. He’s established immediately as a very strong blader, but that’s within the limited scope of his small hometown, and when he goes out into the city, naturally he immediately seeks out the strongest blader, and then promptly gets beat by him. I love that he comes off as cocky and overeager to a lot of the other bladers including Shinobu at first. I’m realizing now actually a lot of shogun steel characters have that in their introductions and I EAT IT UP EVERY TIME bc I love how much they really are just young teenagers bc like that’s so young teenager of them. I love Zyro’s energy and determination as a whole; it makes you really root for his training and improvement really quickly and it makes it really satisfying when you do see his growth. I ALSO LOVE THAT HIS IMPROVEMENT ISNT PERFECT!!! He doesn’t immediately defeat every rival that he meets the first time and it’s frustrating to him and he gets upset about it but all of those losses continue to just push him even more. I like that he is a bit aggressive also. He is pretty kind and friendly for the most part but he’s also got a lot of sass and edge to him which again just makes him feel so realistic to me. I find him to be such a relatable character because he is a very forgiving and caring person but he’s also got the capacity to be like “this fucking guy…” to people who are kind of assholes. I LOVE HIS DYNAMICS WITH EVERYONE SO MUCH!!!!!!!! I can go on for so long about all of his individual dynamics AND I WILL!!!!!!

With Shinobu I feel like it’s kind of obvious coming from me but GRAAAHHHHHH‼️‼️‼️ their bond means so much to me. I love how they both think the other is an asshole at first I love that Zyro wants a rematch more than anything and Shinobu refuses until they are literally forced to battle in the one day tournament. I love how lame Shinobu is at first and how slow he is to come around to Zyro. I love how they push each other to their very limits and inspire each other so much. I love how Zyro literally makes a public love declaration to him and they r literally soulmates. Despite their initial animosity, they so quickly become attached at the hip and literally love each other so much. I love how Zyro is literally ready to commit a murder when Kira fucks Shinobu’s shit up. I just love how connected they are and how much they care about each other and and and and

Him and ren is such a fun dynamic and I love them so much. Rens introduction as a whole I love bc she comes out the gate swinging and Zyro immediately gets so upset at ren for stealing his technique, which is so dumb but again it’s an endearing moment of him being childish and stupid to me, and ren just immediately has so much fun and inserts herself into the group. It’s interesting bc during their training, benkei makes valid critiques of her reliance on the cyclone bey stadiums, but she’s so stubborn that she refuses to accept that, AND EVEN THOUGH SHE INSISTS THAT SHES IN THE RIGHT, it still gets in her head which is really evident with how off her game she is in her first match with takanosuke, and I love that Zyro recognizes that and recognizes that she is a strong blader and is so quick to be like “THE HELL ARE YOU DOING MAN USE THE TECHNIQUE!!!! YOURE SO GOOD AT IT USE IT!!!!” And it’s a really cute moment of him supporting her and getting over his initial reservation around her. They bounce off each other so well and I love how much they help and encourage each other they mean so much to me

Honorable mention before I forget: I don’t have as much to say about them but Zyro and Maru are the siblings ever idk what to tell you they r so silly together and I love them so much

His dynamic with the unabaras is both so funny. Eight gets under his skin so much and he does it right back to him and it’s such a silly and realistic dynamic. Much like kite, eight stays a perpetual hater and it’s very funny, especially when eight ends up actually rooting for Zyro and hating every second for it. Speaking of kite, THEY ARE ALSO SO FUNNY TOGETHER. I love the silly rivalry they have, which is at its best imo when Zyro goes to challenge Yoshio and kite gets mad abt it bc they’re dynamic is just so good there and it is so fun. They truly bring out the worst of each others hater energy and it’s so funny and it’s so great, especially when you combine it with kites “don’t think we’re friends or anything!” energy vs Zyro’s consistent ability to create extremely close bonds with literally everyone he meets.

Both takanosuke and Sakyo also have life changing relationships with Zyro and again I’ve gone on abt it so much BUT FOR GOOD REASON!!! I love how much Zyro acknowledges takanosuke and his strength. Like, it’s easy to forget how skilled takanosuke is, but that boy is an insane fucking blader and it really comes through in his battle with Zyro at nbb. Both of them push each other to their limits and the match is EXTREMELY close, and both of them have a blast the whole time bc both of them are so similar in their extreme passion and fighting spirit and it’s so wonderful. And him being able to really see the depths of Takanosuke’s strength and passion and motivation is what then allows him to have an even better match with Sakyo afterwards. Zyro and Sakyo already have so much fated rivals isms to them and their dynamic as narrative foils, both of their similarities and differences to their respective predecessors, and how much that influences their individual characters and their dynamic together is something that I am so insane abt. It’s very important to me that both of them start off not necessarily on the same level as gingka and Sakyo were but by the end of the season, they are very much on track to surpass both of them in the future, and how connected their dynamic becomes. They’re rivalry starts off very aggressive (and somewhat petty with how their first battle ended) but Zyro is so quickly able to reach into Sakyo’s heart and like fundamentally change his entire worldview and part of that is seeing Takanosuke’s passion and care for Sakyo and like like like like yk. idk I don’t have the abilities to fully put my thoughts into words when it comes to these guys but like you get what I mean right. Also I just think it’s funny how neither Sakyo nor takanosuke really have many significant bonds with other characters besides each other and Zyro. Zyro their friend Zyro! (I have a comic I’ve been meaning to draw abt this I’ll get to it at some point I swear 🤞)

And obviously him and Kira are like. life changing. I can’t even begin to describe how fucking insane they are but god. I think the one thing that really gets me is the fact that Zyro never at any point gave up on Kira. He never hesitated to fight back against him at any point when he was fuckin shit up but every step of the way he still knew there was hope for Kira, even when Kira himself couldn’t see it, and he never stopped trying to reach out to him and gave everything in the end to bring him into the light. good shit man.

yeah anyways Zyro kurogane THE character ever thank you and good night

#axel’s silly little thoughts #zyro kurogane #I know I don’t talk abt or draw him as much as I do some other characters #but NEVER underestimate how fucking insane I am about Zyro kurogane #like I’m not fucking kidding he is genuinely one of my favorite characters ever he’s so fucking good #he is the perfect protagonist in my eyes and I need more people to understand that #I mean 1.4k words I think sells it but yk #just really gotta emphasize it

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crazyk-imagine · 1 year ago

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Hi I’m back again, I have a request for our dear Wolfman, again. Would you please write a 50 first dates ?

Thank you again for everything!

💛💛

Thinking of You

Pairing: (Henry Roth) Leonard "Wolfman" Wolfe (Henry "Wolfman" Ruth) x (Lucy Whitmore) Fem!Reader

Characters: Fem!Reader, Leonard “Wolfman” Wolfe (Henry "Wolfman" Ruth), Pete “Maverick” Mitchell, Nick “Goose” Bradshaw, Carol Bradshaw, Bradley Bradshaw, Tom “Iceman” Kazansky, Ron “Slider” Kerner, Rick “Hollywood” Neven, Marcus “Sundown” Williams, Sam “Merlin” Wells, Charles “Chipper” Piper, Mike “Viper” Metcalf, Bill “Cougar” Cortell, Charlotte “Charlie” Blackwood, Penny Benjamin

Warnings: Fluff, angst, this is cute, Leonard is adorable, reader watches out for herself, everyone is protective of the reader and it's adorable, no fisherman here, only ranchers and cowboys, small town vibes, Iceman and Viper are the best, Pete can't cook for the life of his business, few funny moments, few serious moments here and there

Word Count: 5,307

A/N: I am so so sorry for taking forever with this one. I did not forget it, I promise. It was a whole thing with trying to find inspiration and rewatching the movie for research. But it... is... done!!!

Viper still refers to Bradley as a baby because he is (in his eyes)

Charlie is the horny German lady which I find hilarious

Yes, I used the TGM Squad as the kids for everyone who had children in the movie

The guys all have a work past with Viper

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He takes a seat at the counter, minding his own business as he reads a menu.

You smile as you walk inside, you always love coming here and not just because you get to see Penny and Pete, your favorite couple at the restaurant but because you get to make your waffle buildings.

‘Maybe today I’ll build a hut. Oh, and for the steam we can use coffee.’

Penny notices there’s a little pep in your step while she hands you a menu. “How are you doing, Butterfly?”

You giggle, “I’m doing just fine.”

She smiles and tells you your table is free.

He sees you enter the restaurant, sitting down in one of the empty booths in the middle of the row.

Penny turns around filling another customer’s coffee, she notices the looks he’s sending your way and needs to stop it before things can progress, you don’t need any more heartache (even if you don’t remember it today).

It would also save him from meeting your dad, who’s in charge of the port, Viper aka Mike or your cousin, Iceman aka Tom.

“I wouldn’t,” she tells him.

He furrows his brows and turns towards the waitress. “I’m sorry, what did you say?”

“You’ll only find yourself heartbroken if you try to pursue her.”

“What makes you say that?”

She purses her lips; she doesn’t find it necessary to tell him of your accident. But then she realizes he’s new and must be one of the few new cowboys that came into town.

“You’re gone for more than half of the year doing what you do. You’ve never met her but if you did and it was time to leave both of you would be crushed. Imagine how much that for a second.”

“Maybe she’d come with me.”

“She-” She sighs at the wound of glass breaking. “Excuse me while I go kick my husband out of the kitchen.”

“I didn’t do it on purpose, Pen.”

“Out of the kitchen, Maverick," a new voice says.

He doesn't know it, but it was the actual cook, Marcus.

He sighs, pushing the doors open, taking a seat beside the man. “Sounds like you did good there.”

The dejected man chuckles, “yeah.”

“Hey. You happen to know that girl sitting in the booth, would you?”

Pete glances over his slumped shoulder. “What’s it to you?”

“Woah. Woah. Why is everyone so aggressive? I was just asking a question.”

“A question that shouldn’t be asked.”

“Okay. Message received.”

“You seem like the type who won’t take no for an answer?”

Leonard chuckles, “am I really that transparent?” He chuckles to himself as he takes a sip of his coffee until he turns back to look at Pete and realizes how serious this whole thing is. “Oh, shit. Sorry, I just thought-”

“She wouldn’t go for a guy like you,” a voice says sitting on the other side of the rancher.

The two men angle their bodies to hear the man better.

Pete gives him a sarcastic smile. “Yeah, thanks for that, Cougar. We don’t need to give it any more ideas.”

“First off, it has a name and oh, she’s trying to make a door.”

The two look back and focus on you trying to get the finishing touches to your waffle house done.

He debates on walking over to you after hearing everyone’s warnings.

Clearly no one here wants to see anything bad happen to you if they’re this willing to stop him before he could try anything.

He pushes himself out of the chair, grabs a toothpick before heading over to you.

“Hey,” he starts off not to startle you entirely before sticking the toothpick in place, opening and closing the door to show you how well it works. “I thought this might help you a little more.”

You glance up at him, giving him a smile. “Well, then I guess the only thing I can say is thank you. To be honest, it probably would have taken me five minutes to figure it out, so again, I thank you for saving me from any potential embarrassment.”

Leonard lifts his hat, “I always do what I can to help a beautiful lady such as yourself.”

“Ah, I bet you say that to everyone you see then.”

He chuckles. This certainly isn’t what he was expecting when he walked over, it's different, nice even. “May I,” he gestures to the empty side of the booth.

“Please, I’d like to look a little less pathetic in front of, well everyone here.”

“I don’t think that’s possible.”

“You flatter girls to get them in your bed and expect that very thing to happen, don’t you?”

“Uh- well,” he stutters.

You shrug, “doesn’t matter now. I’m just happy to have some company even if it’s just for a minute or two.”

“Well, then I’m happy to be of service.”

You dazzle him with another smile.

This is different from the other times he's gone out with girls.

You lift your watch to check the time. “Oh, looks like it's time for me to go. Sorry,” you sheepishly shrug as you reach for your bag.

“Uh- oh, okay. Yeah, I guess it’s time I went back to work.”

You get up and barely walk past him when you stop. “Is that you?”

“Is what me?”

“The farm smell?”

His mouth opens into an “o” making it obvious he now knows what you’re talking about. “Oh, yeah. Perks of being a rancher. Sorry about the smell. I didn’t realize it was so bad.”

You shake your head. “No, it’s- it’s not that. It’s just- it's more of a comfort thing. It reminds me of my family because my dad and my cousin are in the ranching business, and this is- the smell of, well the farm, is basically what I grew up with.”

He nods, “okay, good to know I don’t smell too much like shit.”

You chuckle, shaking your head. “Happy to help but I seriously have to go now.”

“Okay.”

You head over to Penny and pay her before saying bye to everyone.

Leonard shakes his head once he sees your car leave. “She sure is something else.” He then heads over to his car, sneakily watching you leave.

He spends the night talking to Rick, watching his kids. “So, you gonna ask her out?”

“Me?” Leonard shakes his head, pulling Rick’s youngest, Javy, away from the fence before his beloved (crazy) goat comes over and towards the edge to scare the kids.

The rancher isn't going to have his headbutting, crossed eyed goat injure another one of his friends' kids (even if it's on them because they didn't listen). “I- no.”

“You like her?”

The kids’ “ooh” at their dad’s comment.

“What? No. She’s just- she’s... busy?”

“Excuses.” He pushes himself off the fence, “come on kids. Your uncle needs alone time to process the fact that he’s a wimp.”

The kids mumble wimp under their breaths as they walk by.

He’s left alone with his thoughts.

“Did she get offered any drugs today?” Mike asks his nephew.

Tom shakes his head, “no and you know she wouldn’t take anything anyway.”

“She wouldn’t know.”

The blond glances over at the older man.

“Don’t give me that look boy.”

Neither of them says anything else as they go their separate ways before going out to the garage so they can repaint the wall.

Nick and Carole walk to the open space, "hey guys."

"Do you know what got her in such a happy mood today?" Mike asks.

The couple glance at one another.

"When we went to get food, Penny said that one of the new ranchers came in and talked to her, but I don't know what happened," Carole tells him.

"A new rancher?"

She nods. "Yeah, he's the only one here who wears his hat twenty-four seven."

"And you don't know anything about this?" Tom asks Nick.

The mustached man narrows his eyes at him, "if we knew anything else we would have told you."

"I'm just checking, mother Goose. No need to get your p-"

Mike smacks his nephew on the back of his head. "Stop it. Nick take another roll and again, thank you for the food, Carole. If you could just-"

"Set it on the counter for later, I'd be happy to."

"How's life been with the baby?"

"It's been great. I know it makes her sad that we can't bring him around here. All they've wanted since they were kids was for their kids to be friends and hangout all the time."

Mike sighs, "yeah."

Carole sneaks up the stairs to check on you. She barely opens the door and sees you standing there, a smile breaks across her face. She's happy to know that you're safe and sound for another day.

The next day is a weird one... for Leonard.

He had no idea what was going to happen when he made his way to the restaurant, and he most certainly wasn’t expecting you to not remember him (and mean it).

Sure, he’s had a few girls say they don’t remember him but after some persuading and mentions of certain clues, they break, this time with you though, not so much.

A few minutes passed after you ran out until someone explained to him why he shouldn’t continue doing what he’s doing.

“Everyone knows but,” Penny sighs. “She was in an accident that killed her mom and left her with what the doctors believe to be permanent brain damage.”

That is the last thing Leonard was expecting to learn about you. “All those light threats make sense now.”

“Now that you know, are you going to keep trying to date her?” Penny asks him. "Because if you’re not and you break her heart, you can just leave now. We won’t tolerate that kind of behavior.”

He nods and finishes his coffee, coming up with a few ideas.

Rick lounges on his couch, as usual, and watches as his friend jots down a few things. “You must really like this girl if you’re so willing to do just about anything for her.”

Leonard shrugs, “I don’t think that’s it.”

“Well, you’re doing something really nice for her, someone you’ve met a few times. As for me, your best friend barely gets a birthday card.”

“You’ve been giving yourself your own gift every year.”

“Oh, yeah and what’s that?”

“Your kids.”

“Damn, you’re good.”

He sits at the counter in front of the kitchen, waiting for you to come in so he can ask to eat with you.

You enter, at the same time as always, greeting Penny and Pete before sitting down to look at the menu.

He stands up and walks over to you, “hey, is this seat taken?”

You look up from the menu, “yeah, that’s my boyfriend's seat.”

“Oh, it is?”

You nod, “and he won’t be happy to know that some random guy sat there while talking to his girlfriend.”

“What if we say we’re just friends?”

“Are we though? I mean, I don’t even know your name.”

“Leonard.”

“I wasn’t asking. Look, I gotta go.”

Everyone hears the commotion outside and runs out to see what’s happening, Penny and Leonard being the fastest to get outside when they hear your voice.

“It’s not- it’s October thirteenth.”

Nick slams his car door closed before rushing over, wrapping his arms around you, wanting to give you some kind of protection.

Leonard takes a step forward, ready to tell the cop everything when Penny gets to him first.

Pete grabs the cowboy, “you and Goose are gonna take her home. She needs to be with her family right now. She needs comfort.”

He nods, taking his words into consideration.

The boys get you into the car, but the ride home is a blur, you don’t even know if you’ve responded to Leonard.

Your father and cousin are outside before you know it.

"What happened?" Mike asks, taking in your state of distress.

Nick looks up at the older man with sad eyes. "She found out again."

He closes his eyes, rubbing his chin.

Tom comes to your other side, the two men helping you inside.

The mustached man stops the rancher before he could step any further onto his front porch. "I'm gonna have to stop you right there."

Leonard furrows his brows. "What do you mean?"

"You being here isn't good for her."

"What does that mean?"

"This is something we've done before. You have never been involved."

"How would you know?"

"You don't know her, and you don't need to concern yourself with her. I'm asking you once and only once. It's time for you to go."

The man turns around, not even waiting to see if he's going to walk away.

Nick peaks through the window, whispering, "what are you doing?"

Leonard rushes closer. "He kicked me out."

"He doesn't want her to be more heartbroken than she is. Are you here for her or for you?"

"What- why are you asking?"

"If you're here because you want to date her, I'll let you in. If not, you can turn your sorry ass around."

He didn't even have to hesitate. "Open the door."

The blond smiles and lifts the windowpane higher. "You said you'd open the door."

"I'd like to not have my ass kicked too bad, thank you."

He rolls his eyes and crawls through, listening to your cries as you listen to what you went through again.

"Can we- I want to talk to the doctor." You quietly hiccup, "I'm sure I've already talked to him but let me go again. Please?" You ask your father.

He nods and you all are off to the facility you were in for some time after your accident.

"It's the same thing I've told you before," Dr. Simpson finishes.

You nod, "I'm sure you have, and I appreciate you taking the time to explain it to me again."

Leonard and Nick were stuck talking to one of the patients, (ten second) Sam.

"Hi, I'm Sam."

They nod and introduce themselves to him and continue to do so until Tom grabs them by their collars, hauling them out of the building.

"You two idiots wanted to stay. Stop getting distracted."

Once you got home, you decided to go to your room and write in your journal, needing to process everything.

"Would it- could I go talk to her?"

Mike silently nods.

"Go get 'em, tiger."

Nick averts his gaze your dad's stern look.

He knocks on the door, waiting for you to answer as he removes his hat.

The door swings open.

You stare at him through your lashes. "What do you want?"

"To talk. Check on you."

"I'm fine. Go home. I'd say I'll talk to you tomorrow, but I'll forget you by midnight." You walk back into your room, leaving the door open.

He takes that as an invitation and enters. "I- uh-"

"I don't want you to feel like you have to stay after everything you’ve learned. I would understand if you didn't want to talk anymore."

"No!" He nearly screams before realizing his mistake and sits down. "I mean, I don't mind it. This- your twenty-four-hour memory is no problem. I- I actually think you're worth getting to know, every day."

You don't give him a verbal response as you nod, unsure of how to respond.

As you two bask in the silence, the other's downstairs are preparing for the next day.

“You coming to the garage or are you going to call Carole?” Tom asks him after his uncle walks out of the room.

“What do you think?”

Your cousin rolls his eyes, “still as lazy as the day I met you.”

“Hey, I am offended.”

“Good.”

Nick shakes his head, mumbling a variety of comebacks that he would never say out loud because he values his life.

Leonard reaches around, rubbing your shoulder, not realizing the time or what’s about to happen.

You wake, opening your eyes and start screaming, alerting everyone in the house.

Tom and Mike make it to your room in no time.

The older man hauls the rancher out of your room and out of the house. “I thought I told you to stay away.”

“You might have.”

“Then why aren’t you?”

“Sir, I really care about your daughter and honestly, the thought of showing her how much I care about her everyday sounds-”

“Like you’ve got some kind of ulterior motive.”

“That hurts. No, I mean, telling her every day that I care for her and making her fall for me again and again. I can’t explain it but, I know I’m the right guy for her. Everyone here cares for her and I’d like to count myself lucky enough to be a part of that community. I know you think I’m messing with her but that’s not true and even if you push me away, I will still be here and continue to stand by her.”

Mike has a lot to think about now.

He nods, “don’t come around today. She needs time to heal and take it all in, you hear me?”

“Yes, sir.”

“I’m sure I'll hear from you later. Now go.”

Leonard smiles as he leaves. He spends the day making a gift, as a precaution he doesn’t come by for a couple of days.

Leonard has a lot of things to think about.

If he stays and builds a relationship with you, he’s going to be putting his dreams on the back burner; something he’s had his mind set on for a long, long time now.

Can he, do it?

Is it worth it?

As much as it hurts him to think about, he needs to. But then he thinks of you again and it is.

He makes a mental note to email his response.

He knocks on the door and Tom answers it. “You’re back? I thought you decided to leave.”

The rancher shakes his head, “nope. Can’t get rid of me that easily. I- uh- I actually made something and I want to play it for her. I don’t know if it’ll help but, you never know.”

He steps aside, giving Leonard enough room to walk by.

“Thanks.”

You and your father enter the living room, seeing him placing the tape in the VHS player.

The tape plays before either of you could ask what's going on.

Your name flashes across the screen, drawing your attention along with mentions of the accident and Bradley, Carole and Nick's son who's four now.

You touch the scar hidden by your hair.

Tom stands back, waiting for what you decide to do.

Mike rubs his hand across his face. "Did you do this?"

He nods. "I did."

You take a deep breath and grab his arm, bringing him with you.

"Where are we going?"

You don't answer him.

"Should I be worried?"

You stop in front of your car. "Do you ever shut up?"

"I could."

"Do it now."

"Stop being mean to me or I swear I'm gonna fall in love with you."

You roll your eyes. "I need to talk to you, and I don't want to do it with my guard dogs nearby."

"Oh, sure."

He opens the door for you, earning a furrowed brow look from you.

You don't say anything as you drive to the one place no one knows about.

"Are we-"

"The accident site, yeah. I didn’t know that at the time but now that I do, it doesn't change the special value it holds."

"That's good." He turns to you, seeing the way you're staring at him. "What?"

"We need to end this."

"End what?"

"You know what."

"Honestly, I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Leonard-"

He cuts you off before you can continue. "You remember my name?"

"If you'd let me get a word in, you'd know that the only reason I know of you is because I have a journal. I've been keeping notes of everything, I just- I never realized it."

"And that means we need to not see each other anymore?"

"Exactly."

"Why?"

"You."

"I'm not following."

"You," you close your eyes, huffing through your nose. "You're so sweet and have been since we first met but you're going to get hurt."

"What makes you think that?"

"You've stayed longer than any guy ever has but to do this every day is just- I know it's a lot."

"It's nothing."

"See, that!" You point at him. "That right there is exactly why I'm ending this. You've got such a pure heart and I can't be the reason it breaks when you realize it's not worth it to stay."

"Who's to say that I'll stop feeling what I do?"

You avoid eye contact as your tears blur your vision. "You will, just like I know how my father and Tom are tired of it. They'll never admit it, but everyone has their breaking point and I think us meeting and seeing each other has pushed theirs. I'm really sorry, I like you. I do but I'm doing this to protect us."

You offer him a weak smile as the tears spill from your eyes and down your cheeks.

Before you leave to go back inside, you hand him your journal.

He pulls you back and kisses you.

Your first kiss with one another and it's amazing but can't last forever.

You pull away, walking inside with heavy steps; barely able to keep yourself together.

Tom nor Mike stops you, but they do make sure to call Nick and Carole, knowing you'll need a good day tomorrow even if you don't remember it.

Leonard doesn't come into the diner for a few days.

Carole sits with you at your job while Rick, Nick, and Pete drive Mike and Tom to see him off.

"What are you guys doing here?"

"We couldn't let you leave without saying goodbye," Rick tells him.

"That's nice but how do you know these guys?" Leonard points between the guys in the group.

"We used to work together before I decided to settle down," his friend explains.

"Is that what you've been telling people?" Pete asks, staring at the man with a confused expression.

Rick glances at the man, "what are you talking about? Of course, that's what I've been telling people. It's the truth."

Pete shrugs, "I just thought-"

"Thought what?"

Nick smacks the two across the back of their heads. "Alright you idiots, there's a time and a place to talk about this. Now is not it."

The two grumbled, rubbing the now sore spot.

"We came here to talk to Wolfman before he left."

"You told them?"

"We all worked for him," Rick points to Mike. "Of course, I'm going to tell them."

"Anyway," the oldest chimes in. "We're here to send you off but not before giving you this." He hands him a CD.

"Really?" The rancher asks, not understanding the sentimental thought behind it just yet.

Mike nods, "I think you'll like it. Check side B, song four. Everything will make sense after that." The older man walks away, letting the others take their time in following.

Nick pats Leonard on the back, saluting him before wishing him luck. "I wish you luck, my friend."

"I'm pretty sure you just jinxed me."

"That's for the theater and you're going to need it one way or another."

The rancher frowns.

Pete chuckles, "you really leaving?"

The blond shrugs. "What else can I do? She told me she doesn't want me, and I can't force myself into her life, you know. Whether she remembers me or not. I'm going to respect her decision."

"That's really nice of you, not everyone would do that."

"I keep telling you I'm not like everyone."

"And I understand why. You're going to do great, kid."

The man in the cowboy hat purses his lips as his brows knit together in confusion. "If I'm not mistaken, we're the same age."

"Potato, potahtoe."

"Not the same."

Pete smirks and slaps his arm before jogging to Mike's car.

"You really want to leave?" Rick asks, standing beside him, resting his arms on the fence. "Because I'm not buying this whole "I can do this" thing. I mean, from what I've heard it sounds like you love her but who am I to assume."

Leonard shakes his head, "you heard wrong."

"That's a load of bull and you know it."

"You'll never know."

"The kids are going to miss you."

"They'll find something else to occupy them."

“You know they won’t.”

“Whatever you say, man.”

Rick’s hand hovers over his friend’s shoulder, he doesn’t pat him like everyone else had (knowing he’ll be back in no time). “You’re an idiot.”

Leonard lets out a dry, “thanks.”

Tom gives him a knowing look, “you know I’m right.”

“If you’re just going to be a jerk, leave with the others. I don’t want to talk to you.”

“You said you were going to stay by her side no matter what. What happened to that guy?”

“She made the decision. She doesn’t want me around; thinks she’s going to save me from heartache or something.”

“You’re an idiot.” Tom walks away, leaving him with his thoughts.

Leonard shakes his head, not understanding half of what just happened; all he knows is that he’s offended. He hops in his truck, his heart heavy and mind full of useless thoughts; he places the CD in the car player.

Half forgetting he’s had the damn thing this whole time and never once thought to use it. He skips to the song Mike told him to play.

He’s barely on the road for ten minutes and gets out of his thoughts, his fingers stop tapping along to the beat on the steering wheel when he slams on the brakes. “Holy shit! Holy- no way. No way!”

His smile is as wide as can be. “I knew the old man liked me.”

He turns the car around and heads towards the office you visited when you were told about the accident again.

He runs through the door, trying to sneak in by the security guards before anyone can kick him out.

“Hey, where do you think you’re going?” He turns to face them, removing his hat.

He shrugs, not saying a word.

Maybe playing dumb would be easier?

The taller of the two stares at him with raised brows as his partner takes in Leonard’s appearance. “Go on in.”

Ron turns to Charles, “what’s wrong with you? What if he was a murderer or some psycho?”

“Did he look like a psycho to you?”

“No but-”

“But nothing. I got good vibes from him.”

“What did you smoke for breakfast?”

“I’m not answering that,” Charles says, checking the computer for today’s schedule.

“If someone gets murdered, I’m not protecting you.”

“Dick move.”

“Cya, man.”

“What?”

Ron pats his shoulder, “cover your ass. I’d remember that if I were you.”

Leonard runs into the room, eyes scanning all around and over anyone in the room, only to not find you, for the moment.

He wanders further into the room, tempted to ask around when he sees ten second Sam and decides not to, there’s too much time that could be wasted and he can’t waste a second right now.

You turn the corner, not noticing him as you help someone outline the outline of their sketch.

A voice calls out to you, and you turn, finding him.

“Hi? Do you- nevermind, stupid question. Could I- uh- could I talk to you for a minute?” He asks.

You know everyone here will be fine for a few minutes. You hesitate to answer him. “I- we can- just- just follow me.”

You two stand in your special art room. “Have we met before?”

His chin juts out. “What?” His eyes wander around the room, finally understanding.

“As you can see, I’ve seen you before. I mean, I know I’ve talked to you, but I don’t remember it. You- you haunt my dreams. I’ve seen us in my favorite restaurant, as if we were on a date and- and I don’t know if it was real or not.” He can see how it’s wracking your brain to try and remember something that won’t be there.

He nods, “we have. We’ve met a few times.”

“That’s all you’re going to say?”

He holds a journal in front of you, “if you really want to find out, read this. It’ll tell you everything.”

You stare at the cover, wondering if you should read it or not.

You hold it close to your chest and stretch your hand out for him. “Hi.”

He raises his brow but shakes your hand. “Hi?”

“We’re starting over.”

“Oh, that makes more sense.”

The door opens, “Hi, “I’m Sam.”

You purse your lips, trying to hold in your laughter.

“And our special moment has a little twist.”

“Leave Sam out?”

He nods, “we’re leaving him out.”

You nod and slowly remove your hand from his. “Hi, I’m Sam.”

“I swear to-”

You push open the door and cover your eyes when the sun hits you. Leonard turns around and smiles at the sight of you looking as beautiful as always. “Hey, you’re up.”

You nod, your eyes landing on your precious baby boy, Jake, pretending to be like his dad with ranching.

“How are you feeling this morning?”

Your daughter, Natasha, runs over to you with her arms open for a hug.

Everyone always says that a mother and her child share a special bond, in this case it’s true because you open your arms and scoop her up, holding her close to you, even if it is a little strange just finding out she’s your daughter after watching the video Leonard made for you.

“I’m okay, a little weird this morning.”

“I don’t blame you.”

You tilt your head up at him, staring at him like you’re trying to memorize his face. “I think Tom’s doing things he shouldn’t.”

He turns around, finding your cousin doing the exact opposite of what he told him to and hands Jake to your father so he can help your cousin from messing up his ranch (any more than he already has). “Son of a-”

“Language!” You and Mike shout.

“I wasn’t going to actually say it,” Leonard tells you two.

You and your dad share a look. “He’s your husband, you take care of it.” And he walks away.

“So rude,” you mumble to yourself.

“Hey guys!” Nick and Carole wave as Bradley runs towards Natasha (who hasn’t left your side until this moment).

You smile and wave back, hugging Carole tightly.

“Let's go inside and see what you have in your kitchen for breakfast.”

You lean in closer to her, whispering, “does he ever eat? I swear he is always raiding my pantry.”

“Fast metabolism.”

“I don’t buy it.”

“Can I tell you something?” She asks.

You nod.

“Neither do I.”

You, Carole, and Nick grimace at the sight of Leonard's friend and his coworker-

"Can they eat each other's faces somewhere else?" Nick mumbles. "I'm trying to eat here."

You and her share a look.

"You're still eating," his wife points out.

He shrugs. "I can't pass up when Sundown cooks. That'd be like disrespecting Penny."

Leonard walks through the door and grimaces. "You two need to stop trying to eat each other and enjoy breakfast. This is not what I imagined when I suggested you two go out."

Charlotte and Rick part from one another, offering weak apologies.

You and Carole can't help but laugh.

The rancher turns around at the sound of your laughter and knows that he wouldn’t trade this for the world.

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goldnskyart · 1 year ago

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Skateboards and Jam

So I might’ve written a one shot to go with the skater x nerd prinxiety art I’ve been making recently- it wasn’t supposed to be more than one chapter but I’m a very slow writer and I didn’t wanna wait to start posting it lol.

It is ofc inspired by the jam video and the whole thing is a little silly but I love it honestly and I hope y’all like it too! I’m not usually a writer but I tried my best

Pairings: Prinxiety

Warnings: None I don’t think- possibly slight injuries in later chapters

Description: Roman has a bit of a thing for one of the skaters at his local skate park, too bad he doesn’t have any chance with him. Or does he? Virgil certainly couldn’t tell you

| Ao3 | next chapter —> |

Chapter 1/?

Roman kicked a pebble across the beat up asphalt, pretending he felt any sense of belonging in the little skate park. It was more of a parking lot than a park really, but still it was a popular hangout spot for people way cooler than him. Nevertheless he passed by every single day. “It’s the closest way home.” He’d say if anyone asked. And it was not untrue, if it wasn’t he wouldn’t have found it in the first place. But actually he mostly just enjoyed watching a bunch of cute guys do cool tricks on their boards, he knew it was delusional to even think any of them would be interested in him, most of them were probably not even into guys. However a guy with as vivid an imagination as Roman couldn’t just let the idea go. Maybe if he came by often enough someone would come up to him and sweep him off his feet, metaphorically or not he wouldn’t mind either way. And he had one specific guy in mind. A guy who always carried a board with a rainbow spiderweb roughly painted on, which of course means he’s gay or well, probably, maybe, there was a non zero chance. It was the closest thing to a rainbow he had seen around there. He wasn’t what Roman would usually consider his type but fuck he was cute, there was no point even trying to deny it.

Virgil annoyedly blew a few strands of purple hair out of his eyes. What was even the point of being at the park alone, he couldn’t skate and didn’t have any intention of making new friends. Still there he was. It was just one of those days. Everything that could go wrong had and as a cherry on top the friends he was supposed to skate with canceled last minute. Virgil glanced down on his board, decorated with a rainbow spiderweb, he was quite fond of it but still the temptation to just snap it in half was strong. But he didn’t. For a moment he just stood there trying to shake the frustrations in the pleasant autumn breeze but was quickly pulled back to reality by the overwhelming feeling of someone watching him. Looking over his shoulder he did indeed see someone not very subtly staring at him. And he knew who it was. Or well, knew was a bit of a stretch, but he recognised him. The dude walked by like every single day. A stereotypical nerd always looking so proper and put together, not even a single strand out of place on his oh so perfect head of beautiful golden brown hair. It pissed him off. Virgil lightly shook his head, that nerd was getting on his last nerve just by existing.

Roman looked away for a moment, his attention grabbed by loud cheering on the other side of the park. Someone did something cool it seems but he just missed it. His heart took a jump in his chest as he suddenly felt a strong hand grip his jaw and forcefully turn his head back around. And there he was that one skater boy, his face only inches away from his own. Roman’s cheeks immediately flushed, his heart beating so loud he could’ve sworn the entire park heard it. Virgil acted entirely on impulse, normally he would never approach a stranger but this time he just lost it. “What the hell are you lookin’ at nerd?” He almost hissed out, aggressively shoving his face in Romans.

“I just think you’re cute-“ Roman just blurted it out without thinking about it for even a second, his voice muffled by the tight grip on his cheeks. His face turned an even deeper shade of red as he realized what he just said, and he thought himself to be able to see a faint blush cover the others face as well. Virgil just blankly stared at him, at a complete loss for words. This was not what was supposed to happen. He was supposed to be intimidated and leave. Not give Virgil butterflies. What the fuck. Slowly he loosened his grip and backed away a little, instead starting to anxiously pull at his hoodie. Roman just stared for a moment trying to take in what was happening, he was half expecting to be punched in the face, or made fun of at the very least. But seeing the other guy's reaction he couldn’t help but break a little smile. “Would you mind teaching me some tricks?” he asked, glancing over at the board the skater was still loosely holding under his arm. Roman never had any intention of learning to skate but he thought it might be a good place to start talking. And it did sound like something straight out of a romcom so of course he wanted that.

Virgil was completely lost in his own world overwhelmed by his own feelings. Looking up at the other he realized he just asked him something, no idea what but by the way he was looking at him it was clear he was waiting for an answer. “I-eh sure?” He said just hoping it was an appropriate answer to whatever was asked, his hand nervously finding its way to the back of his neck. Romans grin widened “today?” he asked, reaching out and spinning one of the wheels on the colorful skateboard “I bet I can do one of those cool jumps.” Virgil couldn’t help but snort at that. On the inside however he was panicking, realizing what he had just agreed to. Surprisingly it wasn’t the idea of hanging out with a complete stranger that scared him, it was the fact that he himself couldn’t skate, and now he had promised to teach someone else. How the hell was he gonna do that without admitting he’s not actually a skater. No doubt the guy would laugh at him too, he’d certainly not think he was cool anymore and leave. For some reason the thought made Virgil's heart sink. "Oh, I almost forgot- I’m Roman!” he reached his hand out towards Virgil, with a smile so bright you’d think it’d rival the sun itself.

(All of the chapters and the art that goes with it can be found under the skateboards and jam tag)

#skateboards and jam #I love these two idiots so much #writing absolute simp roman is my new favourite thing #prinxiety #roman sanders #sanders sides #virgil sanders #roman x virgil #sanders sides fanfiction #fanfic #sandersides #sanders sides fanfic #prinxiety fanfiction #my fanfiction

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leonsliga · 9 months ago

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I will never get tired of them praising manu. whether it's thomas or the experts or the coaches... the young hoffenheim player who messed up his shot saying it's because when manuel neuer is standing in front of you, you just can't 🥺 so cute

It doesn’t matter how many times they compliment him, it just never gets old 🥹 we may never know him personally, but after hearing the way his teammates and opponents talk about him, it’s hard not to come away thinking he’s a genuinely good guy. After all, how else could he inspire such respect in even those who are supposed to be his fiercest rivals?

I love what the Hoffenheim player said, because he’s far from alone. Even Marco Reus once admitted Manu has this gift for getting into his opponents’ heads. It’s so fascinating to me, because when you compare what he’s like on the pitch to how he presents himself off of it, he’s like a completely different person. On the pitch, he stands taller than the goal—he’s intimidating, not afraid to bark orders at his defenders. Not only that, but his unshakeable calm has this unique way of lodging itself in the minds of his opposition and rattling their confidence. Like the Hoffenheim player so perfectly put it, when Manuel Neuer’s in front of you, you just can’t. And who can blame him for that? It’s the Manuel Neuer effect.

And then you’ve got Manu off the pitch—his trademark calm remains intact (perhaps it must to deal with the adult children that form 99% of the Bayern squad). He’s still authoritative in a way you’d expect from a captain, but he’s caring—nurturing in a way that borders on motherly. His leadership is quieter, more subtle than you’d encounter on the pitch; softly-spoken words replace his mid-match shouting. You’d be forgiven for thinking that surely this isn’t the man who lives in the nightmares of every striker who has the misfortune of facing him, but that’s Manuel Neuer’s magic, isn’t it? You don’t always have to be aggressive or a showboater to create fear; sometimes composure is the deadliest weapon.

#anon 💖#manuel neuer #fc bayern munich #fc bayern #fc bayern münchen #my asks #football asks #beating the subject matter to a pulp as per

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gabenvrhappened · 11 months ago

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MoviesOr… Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe

Read my post about the book and the inspired lyric All That I Am

Movies like Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe shouldn't affect me that much by now, but they do. The formula isn't new: cute queer storyline where teenagers are discovering love for the first time, with everything happening mostly perfectly for them, ending with a candied happy ending. Still, I wonder why I always end up feeling sad while watching them. I think there's something about the fact that today's generation can always find something sweet and positive to watch, while "my generation" grew used to only watch love through heterosexual lenses, meaning: we would only have straight romance movies; or we would only have a straight point of view of what gay love would look like (which always meant "full of suffering" and "tragic endings").

It starts in a sugary, cliché way, and it goes on perfectly like this for a fair amount of time with most things happening as how they should happen in the real world: unexpectedly. The introverted rebel guy finds the extroverted sweet guy, and they click immediately. Then comes the unsynchronized sidedeyes looks and the special innocent encounters that start to define a relationship, without the parts realizing it. Then those specific details of ove comes along, ready to mark their friendship or their downfall (here, is a pair of different colors of Converse being tied up in the power line of an empty street, to be then marked as the change of their lives in the middle of the rain). Everything built sweetly together, just to make me gasp at a particular scene that made me think: yes, this will be a sad movie. The anticipation to know what happened… it was insane (though settled quite too quickly for my taste).

From the moment the rain starts to pours, the friends starts to say goodbye, and the letters starts to be sent, the story takes a confused turn, and I swore I thought about leaving the theatre because this would be too much for me to handle. If once I knew the story of Ari and Dante would end sadly, now I was absolutely sure it would be because of unrequited love. Up to now, this was the second dagger to my heart. First, it was the always excruciating memory of how I haven't had the sweet chances they both had. The second, and it's the sad part I have in common with them, was the fact that I also used to fall in love with people I couldn't have. It felt unbearable to watch Dante forcing Ari to kiss him because I once felt in my skin how it was to want someone to want you just like you want them. And it felt unbearable to watch Ari turning out to be just like his brother in a scene I had to close my eyes because it was too strong for me.

That's where the two biggest flaws of the movie kicks in. In all fairness, it's true I haven't watched a single movie where the actions of the lovers were just as confused as they should be since we're talking about two kids, but still, it bothers me. Adults are yet to learn how to portray being in love for the first time as a gay kid because these storylines are always developed in a linear way that is only conceivable for people seeing it from the outside. When you're in the eye of the storm — and believe me, I remember this all too well — it all feels so fateful, and every mistake leaves a deep mark that will be forever tattooed in our brains. It definitely doesn’t feel like just tearing up a masturbation letter when you see someone coming in.

Then comes the moment where Aristotle uses his hands to make justice, turning him into something he was scared he would be: someone aggressive, just like his brother. I've read that in the book this storyline goes further, but in the movie, the deep feeling of how unforgivable Ari's brother's actions were is still there, and, however, nothing happens with him when he does something similar. All is forgiven, and the consequences are nowhere to be found. Maybe the sequel will bring the follow-up to this, but I'm not counting on it.

I think this made it hard for me to accept that all that Ari did was for love. Even though the scene where he finally accepts his love (and confesses it) is beautiful — turning out to be the third dagger in my heart because no one would ever give me that big love speech —, it didn't feel right. Sure, it took me by surprise since I was convinced this would be a story about a gay kid falling in love with a straight kid, but that was it. Then they were lying on the back of the truck, and they were sharing a heartfelt connection, and I couldn't buy that at first. It felt too rushed. Maybe here the writers showed perfectly the portrait of young love: confused and without senses, just feelings.

Regardless of the things I didn't like much, the movie still had that power I mentioned first on me. All I could do was come back home feeling that I should be over the feeling of missed opportunities of my life by now. My mind didn't stop thinking about how movies like this can only make me think about how I wish I had been able to see gay love as something normal. As something that can have a happy ending. I wish I wasn't raised by romantic straight movies like The Fault In Our Stars or by tragic gay movies like Brokeback Mountain. I wondered what my life would've been like if the love of my childhood phase had said to me that he liked me, even while being confused about being gay like I knew he was.

That's why, once at home, I texted him and asked if he had regrets. I didn't have any ulterior motives in doing so, and, in fact, it was mind blowing to realize he was the only queer kid I had the opportunity to share these confused moments years ago. So it was good to try to reach for that missing puzzle piece. Still, there's this part of me that still thinks that it's so unfair that the most defining moments of my life were organized by external powers. All that I am now was built while I didn't know it, and now I have to live with the consequences of it.

The good part is that, like Ari said, I belong to the rain, and that was a perfect metaphor that I'm now using to write a song. At the end of the day, Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe made the two perfect things a movie could do for me: give me inspiration for a song and give me the opportunity to grow, so I'm winning. And now I have two more books to read, which is never too much of a thing.

#MoviesOrGabeNeverHappened

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mrvlbimbo · 2 years ago

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Eddie dating a y2k baddie that like listen to lana del rey n MARINA (let's pretend that their music was out during that time k)

YESSSSSS

I’m currently working on a bimbo!reader x Eddie fic with a similar vibe but until then here’s some little stuff to hold everyone over.

Ok for the sake of this headcannon we’re in the modernverse now

Which would make Eddie one of those skater stoner alt guys probably, he would still like 80s rock thou let’s be clear!!!

But who better for him to date than a y2k girlie. Although he doesn’t quite understand the need for jeans that low rise he definitely appreciates the subculture.

But let’s talk abt low rise jeans for a sec be he’d be obsessed! Especially if u wore them in that y2k style with the thong rlly high up. Bc he would just be a pest and snap it against your skin all the time . And maaaaaybe part of it is the way your ass jigglings when it snaps back, but he’s not going to admit that.

He LOVES those little lacy tanktops bc they look so cute and you always get cold when you wear them and need to borrow his jacket.

The absurd amount of Flipflops and heels Paris Hilton (fashion inspiration) wore in the early 2000s omg. You would wear them too and your feet would be hurting after a day of it. Dw Eddie will carry you, he’s surprisingly strong.

Lipgloss lipgloss lipgloss!!! He loves “testing” whatever new flavor you’ve just bought. Which basically equates to him eating it off of your face in a very aggressive kiss and bluntly stating “tastes good babe”

You swear he sneaks into your cabinet and eats it out of the tube at night while you’re sleeping but you have no proof. Except for the fact you run out so quickly. Or more likely he’s squeezing it down the drain so you have to buy more and he gets to try a new flavor.

He especially likes lipgloss as a sort of lube for blowjobs bc it makes his dick all shiny and sparkly and he thinks that’s funny and cute.

Ok finally let’s get to the music. Let’s be honest Lana songs fuck. Like that’s some sexy ass music!!!

He swears that he doesn’t like your music at first but whenever you’re dancing around the kitchen singing Lana he’s like instantly hard. (Not that it ever takes him much to get hard)

And you swear Lana songs are only for dilfs but you always make an exception for him. Prompting him to tease “one day you’re gonna make me a dilf, babe” but that’s enough on the subject of kids.

Awwwww I’m so soft for Eddie fr this prompt made me so happy as I am a bit of a y2k girlie myself!

#eddie munson fluff #eddie munson smut #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x reader #Eddie munson #eddie stranger things #eddie munson stranger things #stranger things season 4 #stranger things

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borathae · 3 years ago

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↳ Index [Snippet #25 - Playing Fair]

“When Jungkook is busy playing video games, but you want him to play with you instead.”

Pairing: Jungkook x f.Reader

Genre: domestic!AU, Smut

Warnings: gamer!Jungkook, tattooed & pierced!Jungkook, domish!Jungkook, action in his gaming chair ohoho, major edging (f.receiving), breast worship, nipple play, marking, oral (f.receiving), rimjobs, anal & vaginal fingering, strength kink, mentions of his thighs in those black shorts, vaginal sex, anal sex, multiple orgasms (f.receiving), anal creampies, a lil bit of dirty talk, snuggles afterwards, this is just jerk off material ngng

Wordcount: 5.5k

a/n: This is inspired by this look and my aching thirst which resulted out of it. I also have no idea why I combined this with gamer!Kook vibes, but I just needed to write something about him. It was unavoidable. Enjoy besties, this is so horny hahaha 🥴🧡

You had a fight earlier today. You wanted Mexican for dinner. Jungkook wanted Chinese. You fought about what to get, calling the other a big meanie for not caving in. You also called each other unfair. While you insisted that you already caved in way more times than Jungkook did, Jungkook insisted the complete opposite (truth was you both equally caved in in the past, you were just hungry, whiney babies back then).

You ended up eating separately. You went out for some Mexican food with Jimin, while Jungkook stayed at home ordering Chinese.

"Kook, I’m home", you announce yourself, sticking your head into his atelier. He also uses it as his office, his gaming office to be more exact. The main lights are turned off, only his neatly placed LED strips and treasured galaxy lamp are lighting up the room. Those and his three massive screens, which he uses for gaming. They give a bluish hue to his features and hair while the rest of the room is held in pink and purples with the occasional green, red and blue from the galaxy lamp.

"Kook?" you try again upon not getting an answer.

The keyboard clicks under his fingers, his headphones let out the faintest of gunshots. He is murmuring something which is clearly meant for his gaming partners. Something along the line of "yeah I'm heading west, the tank's still outside, you can take it."

He most definitely doesn’t hear you. So you make your way to him and tap his shoulder. He turns his head just enough that he can look at you. He seems less pissed then when you left but still not entirely over it. Neither do you.

"I'm back", you say.

"Hey, how was dinner?"

"Good", you eye the empty take out containers on his desk, "how was yours?"

"Good."

"Fine."

"Fine yeah."

"Yeah."

Jungkook huffs out air. You huff out air.

He turns back to his game with a little pout on his lips. He is playing Battleground. You've watched him play that game before, this is why you know its name.

"I'm gonna take a bath now", you say, "you don’t plan on stopping soon, do you?"

"No, take your time."

"I will."

"Good."

"Good, I will."

"Yeah, do it. I hope you relax", Jungkook spits.

"Oh, trust me, I will", you throw back, pick up his trash to clean it for him and then stomp out of the room.

"I could have cleaned that myself", he calls after you oh so angrily.

"Well, I decided to do it for you", you hiss.

"Thank you", he growls.

"You're welcome", you throw back and then close the door on him.

"You guys good?" Bam - long term friend of Jungkook and tonight's gaming partner - asks after having listened to the conversation.

"Yeah, we're good", Jungkook grumbles, following a group of enemies with slight madness in his eyes.

"Didn’t sound like it. You’re not fighting are you?"

"Maybe."

"Dude, that’s how your fights sound?" Yugyeom - another good friend and tonight's host - throws in.

"Yeah? What about it?"

"That was like the most passive aggressive way of having a sweet conversation."

Bam chuckles.

"Whatever", Jungkook mumbles and pouts when his friends start cackling in amusement.

"You two are so cute together", Taehyung - we all know who Taehyung is, come on now, save the introduction - teases to which the group coos and woos just to mess with Jungkook a little.

Jungkook huffs out air and pouts harder. They are all major meanies.

The door to his atelier opens almost two hours later. Jungkook's eyes are burning by now, his wrists feel tight and his neck way too tense. He doesn’t want to stop however. The game is fun and talking to his friends about stupid stuff helps him forget about the silly fight he had with you. Also, he is currently winning and his competitive side can’t give up now.

Like before, he doesn’t hear you come in, but feels you tap his arm. He turns his head.

You are in your bathrobe.

"The bathroom's free now", you tell him.

"Cool, I’m not gonna take a shower now."

"Just wanted to tell you."

"Thanks."

He breaks eye contact. The fight feels awkward by now. To talk so passive aggressively with each other feels forced and weird, but switching back to talking normally feels just as weird. So the two of you are stuck in this weird limbo of bickering for the sake of it while not actually wanting to bicker anymore.

"What you playing?"

"Overwatch."

"Ah. You’re that girl again? Widowcreator something?"

"Windowmaker", he corrects you.

"Whatever, it’s not like her name's important."

Jungkook rolls his eyes.

"So? Are you her?"

"Yeah. Her weapon's good."

You lean closer and watch him play for a while. He is currently in first person view so the character's body is currently not visible.

"Is your face cam on?" you ask.

"No, but my mic."

"Mhm."

Mumbling.

"Tae says hi", Jungkook murmurs.

"Hi Tae", you answer him and seconds later you hear his very faint Hi with a giggle following up.

The game screen changes then.

"Yes", Jungkook lets out, balling his fist in victory, "let's go guys, that was an easy win", he is talking to his friends, "yeah sure, Imma be medic this time around."

Jungkook's team won and as a result it switches into overview once his victory has been announced. There she is. That blue skinned, perfectly curvy character, staring right at you. Dumb bitch. You can’t stand her and her way too tight suit.

"Pretty", you say coldly.

"Tzt, come on", Jungkook says and rolls his eyes.

"What? I’m just saying. She's pretty", you turn, sitting down on the edge of his desk where you wouldn’t disturb him.

Jungkook sends you a quick look, then starts a new game. Your weird display of jealousy won’t get him. Especially not when you are jealous of a game character.

"But not as pretty as me, wouldn’t you say?" you say and then open your rope to reveal your naked body to him.

"Jesus fucking-" Jungkook slams mute on his mic, "baby!" he gasps, almost growling the word in pure shock.

You wiggle your torso, knowing very well that Jungkook can see how your tits jiggle because of it.

"Don't you think?" you coo, going even a step further. You stand up and let the rope fall down on the ground. So now you are completely naked, save for a pair of knee high socks, which very incidentally have the same colours as that character's suit.

"Baby I'm gaming, my team needs me", Jungkook sounds oh so distressed, trying to keep his eyes focused on the screen but gawking at your naked body at the same time.

You look so sexy in your stockings. You shaved and most definitely applied some body oil. You are basically glowing. Your tits look so pretty, so round and plump that Jungkook wants to bury his fingers in their flesh. Your nipples are hardened in the cool air, he wonders how sensitive they must be and if he could get them even harder by sucking on them.

Jungkook draws his eyes down your body, along the paths of your torso. Your waist. It’s practically asking to be grabbed and held by his strong hands. It would fit so perfectly under his fingers.

Further down. Your hips. Perfectly shaped, looking so empty without his fingers bruising them.

Even further.

"Jungkook, yo dude stop running past me, idiot I'm to your left", Bam's voice rips Jungkook back to the game.

"Ah yeah sorry, ___ wanted to talk in private", Jungkook says into the mic, muting it as soon as he finished speaking.

"I swear to god if you are getting sucked off right now, I'll sue you for traumatising me."

"He is so getting sucked off", Taehyung mumbles into his mic.

"Dude seriously, Jungkook please tell me you aren’t", Bam whines.

"I'm not, don’t be gross", Jungkook says.

Taehyung snickers.

Jungkook mutes his mic again.

He eyes you. Your pussy to be more precise. Shaved and smooth. Like this, he can see how your clit is hidden oh so perfectly between your lips. The light is terrible so he doesn’t see much, but Jungkook knows that she is there. Unlicked and untasted.

Jungkook licks his lips, feeling his mouth start to salivate.

"Dude!"

Jungkook flinches. His character just died.

"What the hell are you doing man?" Bam screams in his ears, but Jungkook can barely even hear him.

You are swaying your hips, moving closer to him until you have to stop as his arm prevents you from going any further.

Jungkook opens the way for you instantly, closing them once you are inside.

Yes, you are now right in front of his screen, but Jungkook couldn’t care less. His heart is hammering in his chest. His stomach is tingling.

"And? Am I prettier?" you coo, striking a sexy pose for him.

He wants to give in, but he also loves the game. Not the game on his computer, one may add, but the game of playing tough just to make you work even harder (and sexier).

"Babe, get out of my way. I can’t see the game."

You part your legs. Jungkook watches how much more of your pussy that reveals. The better senses in him tell him to grab you and then smother his face with you. But he prevails.

"Seriously, this is important."

"But baby, I’m more important", you rasp, plopping down on his lap and wrapping your arms around his neck.

Jungkook has to bite down a moan, trying and failing to keep his eyes away from you.

You press yourself close on purpose. Your tits get squished against his chest. Your pussy is right on his clothed cock. You wiggle your hips, forcing a shuddering breath to slip past his lips.

"I'm so much more fun to play with. I promise."

Next his headphones. You tug them off gently. His raven hair gets ruffled up, but that’s okay. You'll ruffle it up even more in a few minutes time either way.

The headphones get placed on his desk.

"Now you won’t get distracted", you tell him, running your hands up his abs to his pecs.

Jungkook is puddy in your hands by now, looking up at you with hungry eyes. His hands are still on his desk, aching to feel you but holding back.

"Tell me I’m prettier than her."

"Who?" Jungkook says and smirks.

You understand what he means by that, having to smile.

"There we go, exactly."

You place your hands on his shoulders and run them up to his neck. He tilts his head back, fighting the shivers running down his spine.

He can’t cave in already. The game is too much fun.

"Touch me too", you order and roll your hips over his hardening cock.

Jungkook lets go of his keyboard and mouse, grabbing your waist just the way he wanted it to before.

You shudder, exhaling shakily while your hips stutter on his bulge.

"That's it. Feel me up, every inch of me."

It's all it took. Those words. Jungkook becomes restless in his touches. He feels you up with eager hands. Your legs, your soft thighs, your hips, your waist and up your sides.

A soft moan slips past your lips, you arch your back for him just so he gets more of your tits. He avoids them for now, feeling up your arms and shoulders first. And only then, when your skin is prickling in anticipation, he cups them.

He digs his fingers into the plump flesh, gathering it in his palms just to squeeze them together. He repeats the movement, massaging your tits oh so well.

"Ah baby", you sigh, tilting your head back solely to give him a show. All of this right now is to give him a show. Your outfit. Your long shower and shaving session, the way you arch and bend your body. This is meant to be a show. Something that steals all of his attention and keeps him captive. You think it to be the only acceptable way to make up.

He pinches your nipples. Hard. The sensation shoots through you like a bolt of lightning. It results in your pussy dirtying his black shorts with squirts of your excitement.

Now, it may all be a show, but that doesn’t mean that the show isn’t turning you on big times. Because it does. There is just something so thrilling about getting Jungkook, the most competitive gamer of all, to completely forget about his game with just your naked body. It’s exciting, leaves you with a rush of victory, turns you on.

He releases your nipples, rolling them between his fingers instead. Heat rises in your body, your pussy soaks more of his shorts.

It also doesn’t help that Jungkook looks so good in his clothes. Now, that man can fill out his leather attire like no other, but there is something so sexy about Jungkook in casual clothes. Black, baggy shorts and a matching t-shirt, dark hair not particularly styled yet still parted to give view of his brows, tattoos so casually on display. Same with his meaty thighs, oh so casually they peek out from under his shorts.

It is such a simple outfit and yet he literally drives you insane with it.

Jungkook lets go of your nipples to gather your tits again. He squeezes them and lifts them just slightly. Then he leans in, connecting his eager mouth with them to suck and lick them just the way he wants to.

"Ah baby…your mouth…" you moan breathily, shivering as Jungkook drags his wet, hot tongue along your perky nipples. Just the tip of it, flicking over them while sinful sounds ring in your ears.

Then a suck. Hard. Just once. Your nipple is tingling when he pulls back. Then your other one. The same thing. Letting go leaves you aching for more but Jungkook doesn’t give it to you. He returns to the soft flesh, sucking marks of his obsession on them. He goes hard, only letting go once a sharp burn shoots through your tits and you have to gasp for a break. One second he gives it to you then his mouth already tortures another inch of you.

When Jungkook finally lifts his head, your tits are aching in sensitivity, your nipples are swollen and way too reactive to touch. His lips are puffy, most definitely pink (you can’t tell, the lighting's too bad). He keeps your tits in his hands, massaging them oh so deeply even if this makes you writhe in sensitivity. Fuck, he's got you soaking his shorts so much that Jungkook feels wetness on his cock even through two layers of clothing. It must be so creamy, so wet, so delicious.

"Baby…" you sigh, barely keeping your eyes open as you look at him.

Jungkook stands up wordlessly with you in his arms. You don’t ask him what he is doing, you just let it happen.

He sits you down on his gaming chair, then takes your legs to lift them right over the armrests. They are tangling over them now. The position reveals your soaked, glistening pussy to him. He feels a coil of arousal turn in his stomach at the mere view. So wet and swollen. He hasn’t even played with you yet and you already look so well fucked.

You are barely functioning. Getting so exposed by him leaves you aching. Especially now that you can see his neglected game on his screen. He chose you over it. Oh how weak it leaves you. Your eyes flit back to Jungkook.

He is on his knees by now, grabbing the sides of the chair so he can tug it closer. The movement makes your stomach tingle.

He leans in, connecting his salivating mouth with your wet pussy.

"Ah Kook, ah", you give him a sweet moan. Again, this is for show just as much as it is your truth.

Jungkook eats pussy like no other. Jungkook eats pussy because he loves it and one can truly feel that in the way his lips kiss and suck on your swollen lips and tender clit or in the way his eager tongue outlines every inch of you to get as much of your taste as possible.

Jungkook eats pussy because he loves it and tonight he doesn’t just love it, he fucking lives for it.

Just as he had thought. Your pussy is so wet, so well creamed, so swollen and sensitive. He knew that you were grinding on his thighs and cock as he tortured your tits, but fuck, you are really so well fucked already.

He slips his tongue free and drags it through your folds again. Hot and wet, squeezing his tongue just from how plump they already are. He sucks on them. One by one. Really, really sucks on them until you give him a gasp and your hips jerk up in a reactionary flinch. He does it on both. Sucking and sucking and sucking until it gets so much that the burn of it makes you shudder.

Jungkook lets your well sucked, swollen lip slip from his mouth.

You whimper, earning yourself a quick glance.

"Sensitive?" he taunts in a rasp, keeping his mouth pressed to your pussy.

You nod your head, furrowing your brows in desperation.

A smirk curls the right corner of his lips upwards. He chuckles lazily and then runs his tongue through your folds again. The eye contact he keeps up, hypnotising you with it.

"Hng", you let out, burning up.

He isn’t even touching your clit and yet your pussy is throbbing. The sucking made you so sensitive. His tongue feels so hot between your folds.

Further down. Jungkook is picking up the new wetness which has collected there. Sweet. He moans at the taste and grabs your hips to push them into him. He did it, so that he can fill you up with his tongue as far as possible.

You shudder and close your eyes. You can’t look at it. It’s too much. You can’t possibly look into Jungkook's eyes when he is tongue fucking you.

Jungkook doesn’t mind. He loves how you squeeze your eyes shut and how that creases your skin. He thinks it looks so sexy.

He slips his tongue free, sticking it out so he can feel how your juices and his drool are forming a thick string between his tongue and your hole. It breaks, slaps on his chin.

The mess is of no long avail, just seconds later and he dirties his chin with even more of your juices as he drags his lips through your folds.

Your clit. He avoided it for now purposefully. He wanted to get the rest of your pussy sensitive first. It makes your clit feel oh so plump when he does. He looks at it for a moment. Wet and glistening. So swollen that the skin seems to struggle with stretching. It makes it look even more sensitive. And cute. Jungkook loves your clit.

He kisses it. Softly. Once.

A jolt shoots through your legs, your stomach tenses, a whimper slips past your lips.

Jungkook looks up at you, making sure his breath would swirl over your clit as he speaks.

"Your clit's so swollen, baby", he rasps, watching you squirm and furrow your brows, "is it sensitive?" he asks and gives it a slow kitten lick, watching your face for a reaction.

"Ah", your lips part, your brows shoot up. Then a whimper and tremor of your lips.

Jungkook does it again, ending it with a flick of his tongue.

"Kook…"

"Yeah? It's sensitive?" he asks to which you nod your head vigorously.

"Mhm, it’s so cute baby. You’re so sweet."

He begins licking at your clit then. Truly and fully. Not just once to rile you up, but constantly to really feel just how hot you are for him.

You are burning up, dizzy. Every inch of your body is hypersensitive. Your tits are still pulsating in the memories of his endless feast. Your skin is prickling in the remnants of his strong touch. Your pussy is throbbing from getting it sucked swollen by him. And now your clit feels as if a constant stream of electricity courses through her.

Jungkook is going to make you cum. And he is going to make you cum hard.

"Kook, oh", you moan and arch your back as best as possible. Now.

Not now. Jungkook makes sure you don’t orgasm by pulling away.

"Noo", you whine, squirming in the chair.

He exhales in amusement, basking in the desperation on your face.

He lets you squirm for a few seconds just to let the most intense part die down. His hands, once resting on your hips, begin their journey. First your inner thighs. Feel them up, knead them. He leans in. Kisses them. Your right one first. Kisses, licks, sucks. The kind which bruise and mark and make your flesh burn in desperation. And only then when you are writhing, he moves on to the left side, starting the whole process all over again.

"Jungkook please", you have to beg in the end. Beg for his touch on your pussy. Beg for his lips to be somewhere other than your inner thigh. But this is Jungkook. And Jungkook has found a new game to play when you offered him your body. And Jungkook is out to prolong the game for as long as possible because he loves playing.

He lifts his lips and licks them. They are sensitive already. Jungkook can feel that they are. Sensitive but not tired. Hungry. Gluttonous. They ache for more of your sweet body underneath them. But he has to stay strong. Play the game slowly, drag it out.

He dances his fingers down your sensitive thighs. Your breathing is irregular, you are squirming so much. The handrests keep you from truly squirming, but the spirit is there. You are so desperate. You just want his touch. His sweet, sweet touch.

Jungkook touches your buttocks, running his fingers along until he reaches your rim. He traces it, watches it clench desperately. Just once then he moves on, feeling up your soft skin.

"You look so sexy. I love it when you shave, baby", he praises, "your skin's so soft. I love that."

The praise is good, but underappreciated by you. All you want is his touch.

"Please Jungkook."

He smirks and takes his merry time to feel up your shaved, oh so soft skin. It’s fascinating just how wet your pussy is. It’s running down your ass and soaks the leather of his gaming chair. So dirty and yet Jungkook loves it. That’s what you should do. You should get it all dirty. This is your chair now. Your throne to squirm on.

He presses the pad of his pointer finger against your entrance. Wet. You clench up. Gasps slip past your lips.

"So wet, you’re leaking all over my chair, baby", he taunts, dragging his finger up your pussy excruciatingly slowly.

Your hips chase him, chase him desperately.

One touch. A mere brush of his fingertip. You tense up. Heat shoots through you. Now.

Jungkook pulls back, edging you once again. Your body convulses in the pain of it, your nails ache from how tightly you have to grip the chair.

"Please Kook, seriously please."

Jungkook chuckles and smirks.

"One touch", he says, "that’s all it took?"

You throb. A pathetic mewl slips past your trembling lips.

"You're so sensitive", he taunts, connecting his finger with your hole.

"No please", you croak, knowing exactly what that means. Yet another game to play. Another inch of your body he will toy with to the point where your skin will burn up in sensitivity.

Jungkook smirks and dives in. His tongue is eager, yet in control. He knows you have figured him out by now. He knows that you are very well aware that he will toy with your asshole until he is satisfied and you are panting in the aftermath. Now bear in mind, that is why you cleaned out. You had hoped for something up your ass, but this? This is pure torture. His tongue fucks deep and slow. His fingers dimple your buttocks at first before inching closer to your hole. Then the changes come. His tongue, then his fingers, his tongue again, fingers replace it. It is an endless game. Slow and torturing.

His fingers, one by one, explore your hole. One at a time to keep up the desperation. Your juices and his hot spit keep you lubricated.

"Please", you beg, voice weak and consciousness barely there.

Jungkook looks up from watching his middle finger fuck your tight hole. Your entire body is covered in a sheer layer of sweat. Your cheeks are wet from tears.

Jungkook's entire body shudders in arousal. He hasn’t lifted his head in ages. He didn’t think he got you there. Into such a state. A state of complete and utter despair.

"What's the matter, darling?" he asks in a honey sweet voice.

"Please let me cum, please", you beg and sob quietly. You shudder, hiding your face behind your hands, "I can’t take it anymore, please I can’t take it."

Jungkook feels pity in his heart for you. A little bit at least.

"But, I don’t want to stop playing. Baby, the game's so much fun."

"Please", your voice breaks in a loud sob, "I'm fucking begging you. Please."

"Hush, it’s okay. Calm down", he soothes you. His fingers are gone from your ass again, leaving yet again another inch of your body so sensitive it hurts. He touches your hips then runs his hands up to your waist.

His knees crack as he gets out of position. He swallows down the complaint for your sake. Instead he helps you lift your legs for you.

You groan then whimper.

"No please no, m-more."

"Hush baby, hush", he soothes you, wrapping your legs around his waist. Then he lifts you, carrying you safely in his arms. You are facing him that way, barely holding on. Quite frankly you are barely even existing. You are nothing but a piece of a broken soul with weak limbs. Your head falls on his shoulder, tears soak his shirt.

"It's okay baby, I’m here. You’re okay", he whispers, leaving the atelier with you safely in his arms. He makes sure that your pussy wouldn’t touch him, knowing very well that this would set you off. And as much as he loves making you cum in his arms, this is not what he wants tonight.

"Please, I’m begging you, please."

"Soon baby, be patient."

He pushes the door to your bedroom open. He doesn’t close it. There is something so hot about fucking with the door open.

He goes straight for the bed, setting you down gently. You barely want to let him go, fighting him with the weakest limbs as he straightens up again.

"Please", is all you can produce. You know that you are in your bedroom now. You are conscious enough for that. You also know that you are resting on the foot end of your bed. And that he is undressing because you hear the ruffling of clothes.

Then touches. On your calves. Strong. He manages to push your body further up the mattress.

You peel your eyes open, feeling yourself cry at the view. Jungkook is naked. Muscles oh so prominent, tattoos on full display and hard, dripping cock between his inked up fingers.

He gives you a lazy smirk and gets on the bed. He touches your legs again, lifting them until he can bend them at the knees and press them into the mattress beside you. The stretch opens your pussy so well that you tear up again.

You are so empty. You are too stretched out with nothing to fill you up. It hurts so much.

"Please", you beg, close to passing out in desperation.

Jungkook moves closer, keeping the back of your legs pressed against his toned upper arms. Like this you are quite literally folded for him, presenting your weeping cunt to his cock so well he just has to buck his hips and he is already inside.

And he does. He bucks his hips into, feeding you his cock.

You scream up. He literally makes you scream even if you rarely truly scream during sex. His cock feels massive in your hypersensitive pussy, plugging it up just how you needed it.

"Hurts?"

"No, god please."

Jungkook goes slow yet deep, keeping his eyes focused on your face with obsessed precision. He knows that you can’t hold on for long. You are trembling and clenching around him so desperately it is only a matter of seconds now. But that is what he wanted. He could have given you many orgasms by now, but he didn’t want to because he wanted to make you cum with his cock.

You press out something he assumes to be a plead to continue. He can’t make it out. You are making no sense, crying and sobbing and nothing else.

"Cum for me", he growls, readying himself by twisting the sheets.

You can’t even describe the feelings you are experiencing at this point. Disappointment because the tension is over now? Relief because you can finally go up in flames? Sadness because you want more? Happiness because you can have your orgasm around Jungkook's cock? Maybe it is everything. Maybe the feeling you experience is your soul quite literally leaving your body. But you know that the hours of torture were worth it because this right here is your rebirth.

And after that rebirth comes fire. Fire so hot it makes functioning hard. Fire because Jungkook isn’t satisfied with one orgasm. Fire because Jungkook is putting vigour into his thrusts until the bed is shaking and creaking and your pussy is squirting your cream everywhere.

You wail out his name, claw at him, almost rip out his hair.

But Jungkook keeps fucking you. His eyes, dark in concentration and pleasure, are pinning you down just as much as his strong, muscular body does.

"One more baby, now that you broke, I want you cumming until you feel like passing out", he growls, drilling and pounding you with all his strength.

And you are. Oh you are trembling, shaking, squirming beneath him. Cumming over and over again until you truly feel nothing like a human anymore. And even then he continues, changing his cock for his fingers or tongue every now then before stuffing it back inside and drilling you stupid. The game continues. Fingers and tongue, cock and fingers, change for his mouth, then fingers in your ass while his cock is drilling you and brings you to orgasm again, eager tongue to taste it and more fingers all over your body.

The endless game ends with Jungkook's hard, throbbing cock in your lubed up ass while two of his fingers are buried in your cunt and his thumb presses into your clit.

The fuck is rough but laced with his desperation to cum. His lips are swollen, bitten bloody at some parts because you have resorted to biting by now. His chest is sensitive, scratched open by your nails. His nipples are plump, swollen, so sensitive that even the tangling of his nipple piercings is enough stimulation for Jungkook to go absolutely crazy.

He brings you over the edge one last time, using the convulsing of your body and the tightness of your ass to cum so fucking hard that he goes crosseyed. And then pumps you full of his cum, he pumps and stuffs and fills you up until his cock physically can’t cum anymore.

He slips out, feels you squirt his cum all over his cock. But he couldn’t care less. Neither can you about leaking oh so much.

How does it feel to be human? Why do you exist? What was your purpose before this night? Did you even have a purpose or were you always destined to end up where you ended up tonight?

Jungkook himself is barely able to help you find back to reality. He is sure he lost himself somewhere. That somewhere his sanity, the part which made him function has ceased to exist. He can barely breathe. Now that he is calming down, he realises just how much energy this all took of him. He is trembling, his muscles burn, his joints ache, his cock is strained.

And he feels happy. Oh so content. Fulfilled. He played and fucking won.

"How", he clears his rough throat, "how are you doing?"

"This was amazing", you somehow get out.

Jungkook smiles and manages to turn his head enough that he can kiss your neck.

"You were amazing too", he whispers.

You sigh contently, "this was the best thing we ever did."

"Yeah? What about getting engaged?"

"No, this right here was better."

Jungkook laughs, "alright, this was better."

You giggle, wrapping your arms around him.

"I love you Kookoo."

"I love you too, booboo."

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Loathing Love: Liable Lady (Pt. 2)

Male Reader x Kwon Eunbi, Kang Hyewon

Words: 2780 words

Tags: rough hate sex, missionary mating press, blood sweat and tears, creampie, aggressive, choking, dom!reader, subby!Eunbi

TW: hate sex, a little blood, cursing at idol

Inspiration: cheating Eunbi and "Loser=Lover" by TXT

Credit: @midnightdancingsol for editing!

This is Part 2 to Loathing Love: Lucky Loser!

“I’m a loser / I’m a loser / Lover with a dollar sign is a loser.”

This radio is definitely taunting you. Someone, maybe one of the radio presenters, loves to see you suffer, while your car slowly rolls onto the paved entrance next to your house. The remnants of stars in the dark blue sky above fade completely when bright, golden beams of light burst forth behind the earths’ curvature. The sun has risen, and with no clouds to hide it, she shows it to everyone.

You pull out the key, and thus the boy band falls silent. A new urge rises in you faster and even stronger than the glowing fireball illuminating the entire planet. It makes you drop your keys; of course, they fall somewhere underneath your seat. As you fumble for them, the events of last night—the finale at least—is put on replay in your fuzzy mind.

“Thank you, Hyewon.”

“No need to thank me more. I received my fair share of pleasure. I hope you don’t mind your cum dripping onto your leg.”

You chuckle and pull her into a close embrace. The heat from her body, the heat from her core, the heat from… from whatever feelings you have, make you forget the chaotic mess that your life actually is right now.

“You’re sure you’re safe, right?”

“Of course. No time to get pregnant. Yet.”

The final word is almost inaudible as she presses her chin onto your shoulder. However, she must have underestimated the distance to your cautious ear picking up every sound, even the light creaking of the bed as you press her sizable breasts onto your chest.

“Yet? Are you still waiting for the right one?”

Hyewon nods, rubbing her cheek on yours. A melancholic whisper is how she answers, hands clenching on your back:

“The right one, at the right time. Someone who takes all of my worries away and does not create new ones. Someone who can express his love for me the way I do. Someone, who is pretty outside and absolutely gorgeous inside. Until now, I have never met a man—or woman, even—that can do this for me.”

With an amused look on your face, you back off slightly from the sweaty bare embrace and stare at a surprised Hyewon. Then, your loud teasing voice makes her blush harder than the afterglow of sex on her cheeks:

“Hyewon, do you like girls? Are you, maybe, a little gay?”

Her eyes avoid your face, searching for escape—up, down, left, right—but she cannot escape your persistent smirk. With a sigh she surrenders:

“Maybe—perhaps, just a little. Yeah, okay, fuck it. Girls are great. I find them just as hot as guys. Some of them also kiss exceptionally well, at least when they are drunk and I am drunk. But the thing is…”

Hyewon is pointing at her tummy and rubbing it, yet your perverted gaze falls on her thighs and to her pink core first. She doesn’t notice and stutters:

“G-Girls cannot f-fill this one up. A-And I… I like that.”

You laugh at her adorable filthiness and kiss her cheek. She looks at you, embarrassment written all over her face, just like the strands of hair sticking to it.

“You are so cute, Hyewon.”

“S-Shut up. Go to sleep. A-And when you wake up, leave this room immediately.”

Did you take things too far? An apology might save things.

“Sorry, I—”

“No, don’t be sorry! I just want you… to not drive with alcohol in your blood, okay? So just sleep for a couple of hours. Then, you will find a way to end this drama. Understood?”

“Yes. Thank you, Hyewon.”

She smiles brightly and slaps your chest. What a way to go to sleep.

For a couple of seconds, your brain was in the past, reliving it intently, and during these seconds, you found your keys, exited your car, and walked to the sidewalk in front of your house. From here, you have a perfect view of the magnificent morning sun. Alive is what you feel and alive is what you are. It’s definitely a good thing. Not that you doubted it, but the drama seriously damaged your outlook for the future. Is it still salvageable? Can you still look ahead to great times? Or are they gone with the morning wind?

All of this waiting, this freezing and sitting at the empty avenue is unnecessary if Eunbi is not at home anymore, but you doubt that she left. After all, she has nowhere to go. The confrontation is inevitable and you are absolutely not ready for it. It’s oddly similar to tests in schools, but this time, you have no clue what the correct answers are.

You are unsure of your feelings, unsure of her feelings, and unsure if feelings even matter as much as you believe them to do. Dumping her seems too easy, too simple-minded for your conflicted heart. And something inside denies your instinct to let your fiance go permanently; with this certainty, you will have to engage in whatever will happen next.

Pick yourself up and walk straight towards the front door. It might look like you make steps, full of determination, but in truth, there is just anguish and woe. You enter with caution and look down the hallway. At the end of it, the bedroom, where this whole tragedy started.

With complete silence, you peek into the place you usually associate with ease, care, and love. Now, you associate it with new, vile feelings and the sight before you: Eunbi, on her knees, her head—hidden behind layers of her messy hair—on the bed, while two pairs of hands clutch at the sheets. She is wearing a white shirt and cyan dolphin shorts, which means that her creamy legs are almost fully exposed. You see bruises on them; bruises from kneeling for hours.

“Eunbi…”

Softness and emptiness are in your voice, but also disappointment and sadness; you just can’t hide them. The woman shoots her head up, finding your gaze immediately, as you stand in the doorframe jittery. Long strands of chestnut hair give way for a sight so unbearable, it almost makes you tear up.

A Zombie has more life in their eyes than her; death gleams in full darkness in her usually gorgeous orbs. The mascara running down puffy cheeks puts every make-up artist for The Walking Dead to shame. Her plumb, cotton-like lips from which you once heard the greatest words and sounds on this planet, are chapped; their color is a perversion of strong blue and light pink.

The tears she cried not only messed up her visual, they also stained your bed, her clothing, this entire room. New ones follow, and you witness the true misery of watching her sorrow. Whimpers and wails, snot and sniffles, torment and tears join a symphony so horrific, only an inhumane sadist could have come up with it.

Frozen in agony, unable to step in and comfort her or at least step out of the room and run away, you lean your back to the door, hoping for thoughts, ideas, words, to better the current catastrophe. Eunbi’s gaze is never on your face for more than a second, but each time you lock eyes, her torture seems to get more intense. If only her squelched cries and screams wouldn’t pierce right through you, you could at the very least speak, but now every sound from her keeps your lips sealed and vocal cords immovable.

“I-I’m s-sorry. I know, I-I have ruined it all. E-Everything, it’s all in sh-shambles. F-Forgive me, p-please.”

With wavering hands and wounded knees, Eunbi crawls like a scarred bunny towards you. Instinctively, your body starts to tensen. It’s like electricity runs through your veins, gradually numbing your grip on reality, while she grabs your calves. From below, her twinkling eyes, her doleful features, her unblemished jawline, they still contain the pure beauty of the woman you loved for years.

However, you decide against mercy, against the forgiveness she is begging for with words, expressions and actions. Too great was her sin, and you have the understandable fear that more of her evil deeds will be revealed underneath the veil you are going to lift someday. Eunbi probably found, flirted and fucked other guys throughout your relationship.

Your heart grows cold, her begs don’t reach you anymore:

“P-Please, I’m so, so s-sorry, please, f-forgive me. D-Don’t kick m-me out, d-don’t l-leave me, please!”

“Eunbi?”

“Y-Yes?”

“Give me your ring.”

She opens her eyes a little wider and her hands climb at your clothing, until she grast on your shirt, and cries out in fear: “No! P-Please, don’t. Anything, but this!”

“Give me your ring,” you insist, glaring at her, more calculated than angry. Eunbi understands her attempts are futile. It takes her painfully long to drag the ring away from her finger, each millimeter is accompanied by sniffles and gasps. The small woman reaches her hand upwards and you snatch it away from her.

“Anything? Do you mean that? Would you do anything to get this ring back?”

Eunbi is frozen like an ancient bronze statue, her pale hand still up high, the other on your thigh. Only her slightly opened mouth let’s a hum of eager agreement out. You take it as a yes, and so you take her shambolic hair pulling it so her head leans back and you can see her shocked look.

“So anything. If you follow through, I can see things maybe work out again. Then, the ring won’t be the useless piece of jewelry it is now. But only if you mean it.”

Eunbi gulps and looks towards the floor. The slight shifts in her kneeling tell you that she is not only sore, but in severe torment from this position. This could be the finale, the end of your long reaching relationship that was supposed to have its highest point in less than a year. Maybe it is the thought of her wedding that leads her to this bold, bravely-spoken answer:

“I mean it. I’ll do anything. Please, give me the ring.”

Roughly, you get a hold of Eunbi’s left hand and do what she desires. But this is the end of her desires. From now on, it’s going to be you in control, in power, in complete domination. Your fiance does not know what she just signed up for, so the brief, scintillating shimmer of relief in her eyes almost makes you feel bad for her.

Almost.

Eunbi is small and light, so you easily wrap your arms around her waist and shove her onto the mattress of the bed you usually share to cuddle on. Not anymore, since a random son of a bitch decided to ruin it. You hover above her, arms pinned to each side of her head. With fuming hatred in your voice you tell her the fate she just committed to:

“You know I have a project this week. I’ll come home, filled with fury… and you will be my stress relief. I will fuck you hard, mercilessly, all the time, everywhere, and you are going to put up with it. Understood?”

Before she can answer, the fear in her teary eyes grows ever so stronger when you tear open her shirt and rid her of her favorite dolphin shorts in no time. You start to ravish her body, not roaming it lovingly like you used to, but grope, pinch and even scratch wherever you can. Eunbi screams, so you actually stop for a second and wait for her to answer.

“I—I’m sorry. P-Please use me. I d-don’t deserve it any o-other way.”

Eunbi’s words do not evoke a change of heart in you. Determined to take what's now rightfully yours, you suppress any loving thoughts and start to suck at her neck, leaving purple hickeys on her pale skin. Although your next attack on her large tits is ferocious and certainly not only pleasurable, her arms rest idly on the bed. Salty streams still sweep endlessly down.

The sight of Eunbi’s body and playing with her extraordinary mounds never fails to get you excessively hard, so you tear off your pants and align yourself with her entrance. Something about her thick, jiggly thighs and partially hair-covered pussy always made you think of her as a natural, untainted beauty, but it’s not the time to admire her god-sculpted body.

It’s time to pound her the roughest she has ever been pounded.

Eunbi’s legs are spread wide, when you ram yourself into her hot cavern, and they start to shake uncontrollably when you try to go deeper. Her lack of natural lubrication makes the first entrance painful for both of you, so you use a well-known trick to make her wet in seconds.

One hand on her throat, squeezing down gradually, one hand at her clit, rubbing side to side swiftly. Eunbi starts to arch her back and her tongue flaps out of her mouth, just as moans would if she could breathe properly. You pull out and continue this spiel for a little before suddenly invading her again. A slick cunt is surely more comfortable.

But this is not about comfort; this is about showing her how much you despise her actions. Every thrust of your long rod along her velvety walls ends at her cervix, every slap of your sweaty hands across her shaking body ends in a yelp, and every thought of your hate-dazed brain about her anxious look ends in an infinite void. It’s like your feelings are gone entirely, or completely overwhelming.

“F-Fuck! You d-dumb bitch! W-Why did you do it? E-Everything was perfect. You ruined it!”

Resentful fingers capture her chin and you force eye contact while pinching her erect left nipple. To your disbelief, Eunbi groans and orgasms hard around your impaling cock. Quickly pinch her other nipple, and she squirts you out of her pussy. Eunbi’s eyes are like water bubbles, ready to burst in tears again, but her completely rouge face and panting mouth show what she might actually feel:

Pleasure.

Infuriated, you lean down to her face. Hot breath hits your nostrils. Without thinking, you bite her lips, drawing a pained gasp and a little blood. In the meantime, your body adjusts into a new position, something like a mating press. More accurately: a hating press.

This is not about breeding her, although you definitely plan to pump her full of your seed. No, this is about using her as a mattress, to degrade her. Eunbi might understand your feelings, when you actually fuck them into her cunt. And so you thrust again, rougher, with all of your body weight from above. Eunbi cries out, calling your name mixed with obscenities, while you see her mind fade to blank.

Your orgasm approaches. It is inevitable now, just like it’s inevitable that this relationship cannot go on this way. Eunbi’s slick walls spasm once more and make you only fuck into her two, three more times, until you fill her. Your large cock buried to the hilt keeps the cum in her, until you collapse beside her.

Post-nut clarity is a bitch. It would have been better if you just fell asleep instantly, but now you have to deal with it. You have to deal with the fact that Eunbi probably still has some feelings for you, although she cheated on you. You have to deal with your decision of making her your toy, although you never dared to consider it before. And you have to deal with your own feelings, the feelings that persevered throughout this whole mess, although you tried to suppress them.

You still love Eunbi.

Wrap one arm around the passed-out woman you decided to marry not so long ago and pull her closer at her soft, smooth butt cheeks. Hyewon’s pussy leaked your cum onto your leg and now Eunbi does the same. Gentle, yet husky is your voice, as you whisper in her ear.

“It does not have to be like this. I—We can still fix things. But please, tell me: Why did you do it? I would have given you everything, so why did you do it?”

Eunbi is somewhere in dreamland, her chest heaves up and down, making her enormous breasts jiggle slightly, but you can’t get aroused now. Despair is taking you down to a dark abyss. You wipe away the blood from her lips and do the only thing you have hope in right now.

Get to Hyewon.

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