#tramps stamp chris....

[coffeebrownn]

[mypussypurrin]

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Matt Sturniolo P!Links!5

Choking you with his big cock

Eating you against the wall

Matt and chris both making you and your bestie squirt on the couch

Car fuck

Riding his face

In the living room while his brothers are sleeping

Oralfixation/matt sucking your tits

He loves your tramp stamp, he tends to fuck from behind more

In the dark park

You're like a little puppy humping his leg

✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 ⋆｡°✩ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ִ ࣪⚝₊ ⊹˚

─ ⊹ ⊱ ☆ ⊰ ⊹ ─

[bell4donn4]

Thoughts 💭

…

Luke with a reader who has tattoos.

Implied smut ahead!

When you first arrived at camp, it was winter. Your arms were covered, and so were your tattoos.

But once the summer came, he was left speechless.

He had to take a double look to truly realize what was right in front of his eyes; Your arms fully covered in black ink.

He was so mesmerized by your tattoos, it felt almost embarrassing the way he couldn’t take his eyes off them. He tried his best not to show it, because clearly, it wasn’t that big of a deal, right?

Wrong. he’s never seen other campers with tattoos, even the older ones, so yes, It was a big deal indeed. he was so struck by them. He wanted to ask question, to know all of their hidden meanings, but he couldn’t bring himself to do so.

He was only able to find out what your favorite of all time was, and which one was your first when he casually overheard you talking with Chris.

Although, even if he didn’t happen to overhear the conversation, Chris would’ve told him anyways because he knew his friend’s weird obsession with the patchwork you had on you.

And when you told him you had others hidden on the rest of your body? That was his last straw.

Maybe you had one right in the middle of your chest; or maybe on your thigh. The thought of where the others could’ve been hunted him in his dreams.

Nonetheless, he fantasized daily about tracing them with the tip of his finger, or kissing them even; Grazing his lip along the lines.

He would do anything to be able to spend his evening laying in bed memorizing them, spending hours discovering where you hid others.

Sometimes he would let his mind wonder, and bring the fantasies so far as imagining how they would move while he fucked you.

Maybe, you had a tramp stamp. That would’ve definitely looked nice from behind.

[pearlzier]

꒰ ୨ 𓂃 🎉 . STURNIOLO BOTS . . .

໒꒰ྀི◞ ˕ ◟꒱১ MATT STURNIOLO ๑   ︵

01 ⤸﹒✧﹒ cowboy!matt x farmer'sdaughter!user , you bring him a pie whilst he's on the ranch.

02 ⤸﹒✧﹒ vampire!matt , he breaks into your backyard.

03 ⤸﹒✧﹒ stripper!user , he gets a birthday lapdance.

04 ⤸﹒✧﹒ birthdaygift!user , user is wrapped up with only ribbons and bows on matt's bed.

05 ⤸﹒✧﹒ user gets a tramp stamp of matt's name.

໒꒰ྀི◞ ˕ ◟꒱১ CHRIS STURNIOLO ๑   ︵

01 ⤸﹒✧﹒ stripper!user , he gets a birthday lap dance.

02 ⤸﹒✧﹒ he's distracted by your body on a video call.

03 ⤸﹒✧﹒ dad!chris , feeding your daughter.

04 ⤸﹒✧﹒ birthday reunion , meeting after a long time at his party.

05 ⤸﹒✧﹒ streetracer!au , after a bet, you have to go on a date with him.

NICK BOTS COMIMG SOON I SWEAR HES GETTING HIS MOMENT TOO :3

[loveebot]

could you possibly do y2k/street style reader? i love ur writing💕

thank you for the ask !! i have my four main !readers but if anyone has ideas for occasional side !readers then please send them in🎀🎀

y2k!reader

body glitter. juicy track suits in every color. lip gloss always on hand. butterfly clips. mini jean skirts/shorts. von dutch trucker hats. super popular on social media, so she doesn’t have a “real” job. barrettes. tooth gems. side part. thin eyebrows. rhinestones everywhere. high ponytails. baby tees. “yummy” by ayesha erotica. collects cd’s. platform sandals. g-strings. newsboy caps. layered hair. days of the week panties. had a slime business as a kid. tramp stamp. body gems. just iconic.

ㅤㅤ ㅤ۪ㅤ— ㅤ۫ㅤ๑ㅤ ۟ㅤ ˗ˋˏ 🛍️ ㅤ‧₊ ♱

w/ matt — you guys met at another influencer’s bday party and immediately hit it off. you’d complimented his tattoos and he’d complimented you—like in general. he’s definitely a little obsessed with you. especially when y’all start dating, he doesn’t like it when you go to parties without him cause he knows all the guys would be all over you. sometimes he comes to the parties with you, but you usually stay back for him. and obviously he apologizes for making you miss another party in ways that no one else could. at least, not as good as him.

w/ chris — he lovess your hats. when he leaves the morning after a sleepover and you realize another one of your vintage von trucker hats that you’d personally bedazzled was missing, you called him right away. “i…have no idea what you’re talking about, babe.” you could smell the lie through the phone, but you didn’t care, cause he’d be back by night, giving you both your hat, and a little something extra.

w/ nate — its so cute; he follows you around like a lost puppy. especially when you take him shopping. he’s just staring at you with lovey eyes as you throw piles of clothes into his arms, trailing behind you. you were usually on top, but when he matures a little more, he starts paying for everything and becomes a lillll more dominant. he does still occasionally he asks you to take control. but you like being his pillow princess.

୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ .⁺ ⸝⸝

just me acknowledging that this is 100% inspired by multiple other writers on this app, specifically, starfxkr, princessbrunette (love her sm) and donatellawritings, and if any of the writers who use these type of !readers see this and feel that my interpretation is too close to theirs and they want me to take this down, i will.

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[yourgentlegirlfriend]

wait LMAOO, thinking about being on a mission with Leon and Chris and after watching you fight somebody for like twenty minutes because you refuse to accept help-

you sit down, your legs sprawled as you push your face in your hands, the two of them standing directly behind you.

Leon nudges Chris, a smirk plastered on his face as he pointed to the now full on view of the tattoo on your lower back (a tramp stamp) due to your shirt being sliced clean down the back. They’ve always viewed you as modest and you barely even speak to them when you’re together unless it’s barking orders.

Chris smacks him, but squints staring at the tattoo.

You suck your teeth clean of the blood from your mouth before turning to them, your gun loaded.

“Go- start walking or I swear to god.”

A deep red on your cheeks as Leon threw his arms up in defense, throwing his jacket at you.

[ivy-loves-chocolate]

Let's say that some "no way home" shit is happening and the universe collides and stuff, and instead of multiverse villains coming in the main one, the boys just discover AO3/Tumblr/Wattpad, etc.

Would chuckle and try to hide his smile. He would also blush when he read steamy stuff. He is amazed by how many people he is shipped with and would spend nights reading fics about him.

He would make an account to mostly keep his favorite works. He would also try to write some stuff with him, thinking it would be easy since it comes from the source, but people say it's OOC. 

"Well, story of my life..." Thus, "@the-story of-my-life" was born. He gets sued by Capcom for copyright infringement. Poor guy can't catch a break, even in another universe. 

Also, his hair has its own fandom.

First, what the fuck is a "ship" and why people are "shipping" him with Chris? His eyes widen at the intense NSFW content made with him and his archnemesis, but the "x reader" stuff boosts his ego.

"They know me so well, it's amazing." He'd say it with pride in his tone.

It turns out he doesn't need a virus to mind control anyone, a shirtless picture would do just fine. Thus, "@realalbertwesker" was born on Twitter.

Why people ship him with his archnemesis is beyond him. Still, he quickly falls into addiction and stays up all night reading fics about him. They just put a smile on his face.

He is shocked to see how many people got him right. They got his preferences right—how he cuddles and what he likes to eat—and goddamn, even his dick size is accurate.

"Am I that transparent?"

No, Chris, we are just obsessed. You're hot.

Why is everyone calling him a "DILF"? What's a DIFL? And why is Mia either dead or divorced in almost all fics?

After some quick research, he laughs out loud, finding all of this hilarious and quite enjoyable. He likes all the fics, both SFW and NSFW, and he has no shame reading steamy things next to his wife.

He is addicted to slow-burn fanfiction because it keeps him hooked, and he lives for the drama. He starts a Wattpad account to write his life story: "Ethan Winters: from ordinary guy to mold." Everyone says that it’s OOC.

This man never thought he'd be worthy of being simping material. Still, his ego is increasing with each fics he reads about him.

He has a Tumblr account called "@ask-heisenberg-203". He also buys many checkmarks using Miranda’s credit card. He really wants the rainbow.

He lives for the "x reader" stuff mostly because he feels loved with all his flaws.

He is a ladies' man and would be so proud to see all the fics and headcanons about him.

He can’t stop blushing at all the cute headcanons, and he even submits. His username is "@definitely-not-carlos" and he reblogs content about himself or Jill.

He lives for the spicy stuff, and at some point, he writes too (from personal experience).

Let’s face it, he makes a Tumblr account just to write fanfics about himself. Luis is a very good writer and gets many followers in a short time.

"My, my, these people are very horny. And why is everyone shipping me with Sancho?" He said after reading a few smuts that it's ok 'cause he likes the attention he gets.

"Damn, Leon looks good in those thongs..." He would say that after seeing some pictures. He thinks of getting a tramp stamp too because if it looks good on Leon, it would look stunning on him.

Taglist: @rokurodokuro @shadow-wolf510 @skylar-todd @lunarastrobabe @alewesker

[forced-sissy-daughter]

Mother Turns Son Into Daughter

Chris has misbehaved and talked back to his Mommy one too many times.

So Mommy has decided that her son will live the rest of his life as a girl.

After two years of forced estrogen injections, testosterone blockers, breast implants, plastic surgery, corset training, and lip fillers, Chris has been forcefully feminized into Crissy.

Crissy’s physical transformation is now complete.  But her training and conditioning in the ways of a female are just beginning.

Crissy still struggles each morning to properly clasp her large, full-figured, foundational underwire bra over her still-growing 38 DD breasts.

She is still learning how to toss her hair, purse her lips, and arch her back to signal to prospective males her interest and her willingness to be entered.

And she doesn’t quite understand why Mommy has scheduled an appointment tomorrow for Crissy to have a tramp stamp tattooed onto her lower back.

And an appointment this weekend for Crissy to have her belly and tongue pierced.

But Mommy is determined to have a good and proper slut for a daughter.

And with the high volume of estrogen continually surging through her body, Crissy has become more yielding and passive, and is now powerless to resist her mother.

So shortly Crissy will be suitably marked for all the world to see as the filthy bitch-in-heat she has become.

Here is a picture of Crissy in Mommy’s car on the way to the tattoo parlor to be permanently stamped as an open and available harlot.

By this time next week, Crissy will begin her mother’s lessons in the fine art of pleasing her father’s cock with her mouth.

Crissy doesn’t know it yet but before her lessons are finished, she will become completely infatuated with Daddy’s penis, addicted to the look, smell, and feel of his organ.

Then Crissy girl will begin each day of the rest of her life begging her father to enter one of her holes.

And the mother’s making of the daughter will be complete...

#sissy #sissy daughter #forced sissy daughter #daddy daughter #sissy daddy #sissy mommy #forced feminization #male to female #boy to girl #sissy slut #sissy bride #sissy wife #sissy cock slave #sissy chastity #sissy clitty

[real-total-drama-takes]

I bet Chris has a tramp stamp

-📺

[loveandleases]

I have to be at uni in 20 minutes, the only thing in my head atm.

Ardent should have a tramp stamp, or a tat on his pelvis bone.

Cam's phone background is a picture of him and mc dressed up for Halloween because you "always" dress in couple-themed costumes. (also owes G $13.43 cents.)

Isaac has the oddest charm hanging on the rearview mirror of their car/ can seldom be caught staring off in thought and be dam attractive while doing so. (also slightly afraid of kara reasons)

Kara finds Ardent insanely hot/scary. (idk why)

G has a [redacted], that they keep with them because it reminds them of mc, even now. (remembers Cam owes them)

M's screams can be heard at random times through the night because they're watching horror movies, and everyone chalks it up to the complex being haunted.

Chris is insanely jealous of cam mc relationship

Jade is just Jade...like nothing to add.

[55sturn]

idk i can see chris loving a bitch w a tramp stamp

[ladysomething]

So maybe I make something for you Charles with tramp stamp🫣🤭

THE LOGO. THE. LOGO.

THE WAY THE MAX VERSTAPPEN KIND OF DISAPPEARS BENEATH HIS SHORTS.

screaming crying throwing up this is the greatest day of my life and one time I made a burger for Chris Hemsworth and the other day Lewis Hamilton rode a motorbike directly past me so like that's really saying something

[th3h0nkz]

˚ ༘✶｡ ℝ𝕖𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕄𝕪 𝕋𝕠𝕥𝕒𝕝 𝔻𝕣𝕒𝕞𝕒 𝕂𝕚𝕕𝕤

That's right babes, I'm back again with this series, and you can blame tik tok for putting thousands of duncney edits on my FYP, so enjoy it while my new old obsession last.

I decided to redo all of it bc I didn't liked the way that I was writing and making the characters so here I'm again. I'm also thinking about deleting the old ones but for now they gonna stay.

𝖲𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍-𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗈 @666babu 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗎𝗉𝗍𝖺𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗍 𝖣𝗋𝖺𝗆𝖺 𝖢𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖬𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝖺𝗌𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗂𝗍, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝗎𝗒𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗆𝖺𝗓𝗂𝗇𝗀

𝐈. 𝐃𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐧𝐞𝐲 (𝐃𝐮𝐧𝐜ɑ𝐧 + 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐲)

୬ 𓈒 ⊹ ა𝐏𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐚 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐞 & 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐨𝐧

𝑨. 𝑃𝑎𝑐𝑖𝑓𝑖𝑐𝑎 𝐵𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑐𝑒

She/Her; pansexual; 18 years old

An academic rebel, just because she against the system that doesn't mean she needs to have bad grades, her mother wouldn't allow it

Is the older twin by 4 minutes and because of that is super protective over her brother

Gold jewelry girl for life

All of her tattoos, even the ones she hides with her clothes, were draw and made by her father

Besides her earrings, she also have tongue and nipple piercings

Is a theater kid and was embarrassed by it when was younger but now with all the hype she doesn't hide it any more

Watched all the Total Drama seasons and hated Chris McLean in all of them, was kinds disappointed that he didn't stayed at jail for a longer time

Even though se tries to hide it, she can't forget and forgive what her father did to her mother on the Total Drama World Tour

Gwen is actually her godmother and they're very close to the point that Pacifica rather ask her advices then her mother

𝐵. 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐨𝐧

He/They; Trans man; Gay; 18 years old

Don't let the smell of weed deceive you, he's actually the smartest kids on his class and is always seen competing with Pacifica to see who has the best grades

Don't let Courtney know it, but his spanish is the worst

Has a tramp stamp that he did it when he was really drunk, that day also coincides with the first time that he ever drank

Dreams on being a famous violinist but unfortunately has stage freight

Always had support of his family when it comes to his transition, but still doesn't feel comfortable to tell everyone about being trans

Has a terrible taste in men to the point the everyone in the family makes fun of it

Just like his sister, he hates Chris but contrary to popular belief he dreams on participating the show

When was younger Duncan tried to teach him wood craft, but Jack gave up because he's to anxious for that

Hates how over protective Pacifica is with him that's why is so common seeing him doing reckless things

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𝐈𝐈. 𝐃𝐣𝐰𝐞𝐧 (𝐃𝐉 + 𝐆𝐰𝐞𝐧)

I blame this one on all the Duncney fanfics on AO3, I didn't even know they were a couple but now I'm obsessed with their dynamic (sorry Trent)

୬ 𓈒 ⊹ ა𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐞 & 𝐀𝐥𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐀. 𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑜𝑑𝑜𝑟𝑒

He/They; demissexual; 16 years old

The purest boy you will ever met

Too shy for his own good

Has an amazing relationship with animals just like his father, and wants to be an veterinarian just like him

His love language is quality time, so if he starts to hang a lot with you and makes sure you're always close that means he likes you, like a lot

Is kinda ashamed of his tooth gap and that's why he avoids smiling so much

Is the baby of the family, and even though he tries to deny it, he lover all the pampering and protection especially from his brother since they are so close

Has a belly button piercing, which is a surprise to everyone since he's very afraid of needles

Knows how to play guitar since Gwen and Tyler became friends again after the end of the show, to the point both boys love their 'uncle' Tyler

Became vegan at early age since his father had the habit of taking him to work during school vacation and with that he developed a big bond with all the animals

𝐵. 𝐀𝐥𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫

He/him; straight; 18 years old

Despeite the ''ogre" personlity, Alexander s know to be very good with words and feelings, so it's very common to him to write letters and poems to those he really likes

Also has a tooth gap, but since he doesn't smile or laugh a lot most people don't know it

Knows how to speak german, italian and spanish and plans to learn even more languages

Was very close to his grandmother, all he knows about cooking was thanks to her and people can say that the last time he cried was at her funereal

The necklace he wears was a presente from his mother on his 15th birthday and it's the only jewelry that he will ever wear, at least that what's he says

Overprotective with his brother, to the point that doesn't matter where the youngest go he will be there, but that also doesn't mean he don't like to mess with Theo, it's actually his favorite hobby especially because the boy believes in everything he says

May not look like it, but os very competitive to the point he will sacrifice everything to win

Doesn't addmit it not even to his brother, bur his favorite singer is Taylor Swift

Became vegan because of his brother, not in the meaning his brother convinced him to become vegan but because he felt bad eating even meat in front of him

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𝐈𝐈𝐈. 𝐀𝐥𝐞𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 (𝐀𝐥𝐞𝐣𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐨 + 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫)

୬ 𓈒 ⊹ ა𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐢́𝐚 𝐈𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐝𝐚

She/They; Bisexual; 17 years old

If there's something that everyone expects from Imelda is that she gonna cause some chaos, and those people are absolutely right, after all you can't expect other thing from the daughter of Alejandro and Heather

Loves ballet since she was a kid and has plans to become a professional ballet dancer

If she ever starts to speak in spanish with you, that means she is really mad and is going to destroy you in every way possible

Smokes when is really stressed, but tries to avoid it because doesn't want to end up all gross when she gets older

Even tho she loves ballet Imelda also knows it's ruining her mental health and body image, but she knows is a small price to pay so she hides it from everyone

Acts really tough but it's actually scared of the dark

Others ballerinas become chain smokers but Imelda became addicted to caffeine, to the point she can't go through the day without at least five cups of coffee

Had a lot of pets growing up, but the one she really loves is her pet snake Audrey, which she named after her favorite actress

Wanted to have brothers when she was younger but seeing the relationship her father had with his brothers mas her give up of the idea

[scratchandplaster]

Hello! This is for the Ask Game for Elliot, Morris, Shepard, Ben, and Lukas

👕Appearance

7

19

📦Objects

4

8

10

14

17

🍽️Food and Drink

10

15

💓Mind, Body and Soul

1

8

19

Ask game

Yay, a long one. More fun facts!

👕Is there someone your character tries to look similar to?

Elliot: is forced to wear formal apparel for every performance he does. All fancy with a suit and tie, but he tries to make himself look casual wearing it, like a bad boy pianist to scare the squares in the audience 😌

Morris: also tries to look badass and mysterious in his leather jacket. He only got a handful of shirts and pants, though, so his options are limited.

Shepard: has to look harmless and inviting for strangers to trust him. That's why he's sporting the grandpa look right now. Luke describes it as "the poor man's Mr. Rogers".

Ben: likes for his loved one's too dress him up. He even tried Avery's outfits on (they didn't fit right) and is excited to experiment with style.

Lukas: is happy when he finds textiles that don't make him feel uncomfortable. Looks don't matter to him.

👕If your character had to get a tattoo what would it be?

Elliot: wants a little stylized bunny on his ankle. RIP Daisy.

Morris: Thank god he's on the run, otherwise every of his obsessions would get a place on his body. Down his arm it would just be like: X Y Z Paul Amber Elliot

Shepard: gets a tramp stamp 💔CLAIRE❤️‍🔥

Ben: wants to look cool, so he'd pick a flaming skull down his back before Lukas and Avery drag him out of the studio.

Lukas: is scared of needles. But the temporary ones are fun, especially if they have rock themed motives. And with rock, I mean stones.

📦Is there an item your character liked that they can’t get back? 

Elliot: HIS DAMN NERVE CONDUCTION! Or his wrist brace, Chris' DIY version sucks.

Morris: His job. Wait, that's not an object. Does his innocence count?

Shepard: Claire got cremated in her favorite clothing. If Shepard hadn't been nearly going insane back then, he'd kept it to make a pillow case out of it or something like that. He could still hold her close.

Ben: Trunks. He gifted her to the triplets and he doesn't like to take gifts back.

Lukas: When he left, he forgot his birth certificate. He didn't think it was important, so that decision only brought problems with it.

📦What would it take for your character to give up an item they really like?

Elliot: If his parents need it. Otherwise, he requires a pretty good reason to share. This damn only child, smh.

Morris: If he's into you: nothing. If he's not, you won't get it.

Shepard: likes to share. But what will you give in return?

Ben: Just ask nicely and give him a hug.

Lukas: NO! DON'T TOUCH HIS STUFF!

📦Is there a type of object your character doesn’t like?

Elliot: Pet toys that are a danger to them.

Morris: All these self-help books the algorithm always suggests to him. So weird.

Shepard: Things he can't make into money.

Ben: Placenta, I guess 😭

Lukas: The ones with weird texture. If it's wet or sticky, he doesn't want it. It's nearly impossible to make him gifts he likes, only Shepard and Ben managed to.

📦Is there an item your character is embarrassed they own or want?

Elliot: can sometimes be a bit much with his bunny obsession. But he'd never be ashamed of it.

Morris: still got a blankie from his childhood somewhere hidden in his apartment. He'd never admit it, though, HE'S A MAN!

Shepard: thought about pressing Claire's ashes into a diamond. Jewelry doesn't fit his image, sadly.

Ben: always wanted to try out these...adult objects...he heard Avery talk about.

Lukas: still hopes to expand his geode collection if his budget allows it.

📦What is most important to your character when shopping?

Elliot: Smelling shampoos in the drug store.

Morris: Hiding from any cameras, so the cops won't catch his ass.

Shepard: Buying some treats for his boys.

Ben: Looking at new things.

Lukas: That it's cheap.

🍽️What is a childhood meal your character cherishes?

Elliot: Christmas cookies he baked with his mom.

Morris: Little Debbie snack cakes.

Shepard: His Polish nanny made him these delicious little dumplings once, but he never found them again.

Ben: The first meal Shepard ever cooked for him - chicken soup.

Lukas: The ones Dad left the spicy seasoning out of. He gave up spices long ago.

🍽️What food or drink does your character consider a treat?

Elliot: Sometimes his abuelita sends over a care package with Coco Rico and other snacks.

Morris: When his ramen package comes with extra sauce.

Shepard: A glass of wine he sometimes drinks in the office. Don't tell the others, they have addicts on the property.

Ben: Pumpkin butter 😬 He's a huge fan.

Lukas: I'm gonna make it canon that Shepard makes him snacks like these

💓What is a habit your character has that others might find cute?

Elliot: seduced so many people with his piano skills. Also with his pets, his caring nature attracts plenty of people. For better or worse...

Morris: He tries. He really does. Maybe someone will find that cute enough to ignore the red flags some day.

Shepard: let the boys paint the entire camper's inside with acrylic paint. Generally, how he acts around children and how patient he is with them.

Ben: hugs a lot.

Lukas: cleans and properly places things where they belong. It's not really a habit, more of a compulsion.

💓What scents does your character find comforting?

Elliot: Cloves and all-spice.

Morris: Elliot's 😊 So wholesome.

Shepard: Claire's ☹️ He still got a bottle of her perfume.

Ben: Fresh rain and honey.

Lukas: Pine and lemon balm.

💓Are there scents your character dislikes?

Elliot: Hospitals.

Morris: Amber's 👁️ She's such a bitch.

Shepard: When the new residents claim they don't need to use deodorant.

Ben: Wet felting 😳 It stinks so bad.

Lukas: Animals.

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The Art of Revenge (Chapter 12)

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Chapter 12

You had an awkward back and forth about what Jungkook could do to cover up your dolphin tramp stamp. You hated the tension between you. Feelings were high, and you were both trying your best to not address them. You were trying to revert back to that first phone call between you, or that first moment you stepped into his house, or that first time you had sex over his dresser. You were trying to revert back to how you behaved when your arrangement was just an arrangement. But you were learning that it was something else that didn’t happen overnight.

But eventually you worked through the tension, and you found yourself straddled over the ink chair, hugging the back rest, while Jungkook went to work painting you free of one more attachment.

The studio felt hollow and cold, and you hated how not even the buzzing of the needle at your back could dull the silence between you. You felt his melancholia radiating from him, even though he was hidden from your sight. You were disappointed too, just like he was. You could feel that disappointment welling painfully in your chest, and threatening to stream out of you in tears. You wished you knew what to say to him, or how to ask how he was feeling.

“Thank-you,” you peered gently over your shoulder at him while he refilled his ink. “For letting me come here. And everything.”

He didn’t look up, but you saw how he was chewing on his own tongue as he gently nodded.

You looked straight ahead again as he resumed, and prepared yourself for another silence, but instead, he began to speak.

“I didn’t mean to push you away,” his voice was low, and you could tell he was working hard to keep it level. It broke your heart to hear him like that.

“You haven’t,” you said stern and sharp, wanting to ensure he knew that he wasn’t the cause of anything. “You’re not pushing me away. I was always gonna have to go home at some point, no matter what happened between us.”

“I can come with you,” he whispered.

“No…” you made sure you were also stern about this delivery, albeit a touch more gentle. “I need to go be by myself. And you have to get ready to tour.”

He went quiet again, and the deafening silence between you became loud with the mechanical grind of the wheels in his head.

“What are you thinking?” you asked.

“Doesn’t matter,” he sighed.

“It matters to me,” you encouraged. “You and I are good at talking. Let’s not change that.”

He thought for a moment as he finished up a small area of the tattoo. “I’m frustrated,” he moved to replace the ink. “And I’m trying not to be, because I don’t want to say something stupid and give you a reason to never see me again.”

“You can be frustrated,” you spoke soothingly. “I’m frustrated too. Just tell me why.”

He exhaled loud through his nose, then pressed the needle to your back and focused on filling in a new area. “I just feel like… you and I wasted a lot of time. And now we’re here, and it’s been perfect, but now the timing is bad. And I feel like I fucked it up.”

“You didn’t. You didn’t do anything wrong, this is all me.”

He went quiet again, and you felt him hyper focusing on your tattoo. But, you knew his silence wasn’t solely because of concentration.

“You asked me yesterday,” you resumed speaking, needing to be sure he understood, “if we could put Chris and Stephanie behind us, and it’d just be us going forward. I really want that, Jungkook - but I don’t think I can. Not right now.”

“Shit,” he whispered, guilt reverberating through every ounce of his voice. “I knew it. Y/N I’m sorry, I was stupid - I didn’t mean to pressure you, I just got ahead of myself.”

“You didn’t pressure me and you’re not stupid.”

“It was stupid. I thought: I’m making her happy. Something… great is happening. I was in my own feelings and… I wasn’t being empathetic to yours. I thought…” he sighed, his voice trailing off in another shaky exhale.

“You thought what?” you encouraged him.

You heard him swallow as he considered if he should continue or not. “I thought I was enough.”

You closed your eyes. You weren’t sure how to refute that. Especially when you were already caught up in your own unearned self-loathing. You wished you had been enough for Chris. And now Jungkook was wishing he was enough for you to want to stay. The thing is… you did want to stay.

“It’s not about you not being enough,” you let out an exasperated sigh. “It’s me. I just think I screwed up by coming up here.”

He scoffed. “I don’t even know how to respond to that.”

“What I’m saying is… if I had known that you and I… What I’m saying is that I wish you and I hadn’t happened until after I was over Chris. I mean I am over him, but I’m not over what happened. And I need to deal with that. If I don’t take a minute to grieve, all of that is going to fester and I’ll take it out on you and myself… we won’t even stand a chance. I don’t want to look at you and think about them.”

“Do I make you think about them?”

You took a heavy breath that hitched almost like a sob. “When you say nice things to me, I feel like I can’t accept them. I hate it. I want to hear those things and I want to say those things to you… but right now, I can’t. I hate that they made me feel this way. I don’t… wanna feel worthless in front of you. Or feel like… all my worth is tied up in you.”

“Yeah,” he sighed in reluctant defeat. You could sense him nodding behind you as he came to understand. “Yeah. Okay.”

“I’m just gonna go home for a bit,” you continued, wanting to drive the point home. “I’m gonna get my shit together and maybe just cry or… something. Therapy, I don’t know. Everything I should have been doing this whole time I guess.” You chewed on your cheek as your mind became a hurricane - swirling with conflicting thoughts about exactly what you were going to do when he wasn’t around. “ I just need a little time. I know this sounds… however it sounds… but I’m leaving for a little so that you and I can have a chance.”

He huffed heavily in resignation. “I know what you’re saying makes sense. I support it. I’m just… afraid. What if it’s a mistake?”

“Maybe it will be,” you shrugged. “But plenty of mistakes can be corrected - if you’re willing.”

“Yeah,” he lamented, then he sat back in his stool. “You’re right. Like this dolphin,” he teased, raising his voice into something more relaxed and playful, trying to expel the tension if only just a touch. “I’m done. You’ll wanna top for the next little bit.”

You sniffed a laugh, but still felt the need to let him know that the tip wasn’t necessary.

“I’m not gonna be with anyone else,” you looked over your shoulder at him once more. “I really only want to be with you, I swear.”

He nodded softly to himself, “I know. Me too.” He began searching his drawer unit beside him for gauze and disinfectant. “Do you want to look before I cover it up?”

“No,” you shook your head firmly. “It’ll be all messy right now. I'll look when it’s healed.”

⁂

You stepped outside and onto the front porch, your Victoria’s Secret bag in hand. You found Jungkook, palms pressed over the banister, looking anxious and pensive. He stood straight when he heard you come out the door. You closed the distance between you, bringing your hand to rest above his elbow, while his came to rest over your hip.

You sucked on your lower lip as you tried to think of what else to say. Something you could give him as assurance.

“I don’t want to leave, Jungkook - but I'm going to. I don’t think it’s fair for me to ask you to wait, but–”

“I’ll wait,” he interrupted. “I’ll wait.”

“I just need some time. Can you give me just a little bit of time?”

“Yes,” he nodded fervently. He was much more confident and resolved compared to when you were conversing over the tattoo. There was a touch more hope in him, and you smiled meekly seeing it sparkle in him again. It made you feel better knowing you weren’t leaving him with any misconceptions. He took your bag from your hand, but didn’t motion to walk you to your car. “So,” he shrugged, “What do we do until then? Can we call each other?”

“Yes. I’d really like that.”

“I was thinking, we’re gonna be stopping in your neck of the woods in September,” he raised his eyebrow cautiously. “I have a few days in between stops. Maybe we can see each other then?”

“That would be great,” you smiled.

“And then, maybe after the tour… I could come to you? Stay with you for a weekend or something?”

“Yeah,” you nodded, then realized you weren’t even sure where the hell you would be living by then. You’d probably be squatting above your friend’s garage. “I don’t know where I’ll be by then but, we’ll figure it out.”

He nodded, a small smile on his lips as he thought about it, but a sadness began to creep its way back into it as well.

“I’m sorry,” you said, squeezing his arm. “I didn’t mean to come up here and… cause a big mess for you.”

“Don’t say that,” he shook his head and groaned, once again overtaken by guilt. “I don’t regret you coming here. It may have been a shitty circumstance and all, but I’m glad we got to do this. I’m just looking forward to the day we can try for real.”

“Me too,” you looked him hard in the eyes. “We will.”

When silence befell you both, you moved to make your way toward the driveway. Jungkook took your hand in his as he walked you down the stairs, along the path, and to your car.

He rested his arm over the opened driver's door, while you got the air conditioner running to cool down the sweltering interior. You then stood before him, preparing yourself for a final goodbye.

“Listen…,” he said, his voice resolved and determined. “I know everything between us is intense and crazy fast, but… the moment you’re ready… or even if you just change your mind…call me,” his brows pointed as he pleaded with everything he had. “I don’t care if you have baggage left to unload, I will be there for all of it. Call me. I will come to you, or hell, you can just drive back up here and show up unannounced - I don’t care. Even if you just want to get away again for a weekend or something.”

You gave him a small smile and a nod, then stepped forward, stretching up so you could kiss him softly on the lips. He closed his eyes, and you closed yours, and his hand drifted to your elbow and tightened firmly around the curve. He didn’t want to let you go - and all of you didn’t want him to let you go. But, with much reluctance, you broke the kiss and whispered “I’ll call you in a few days.”

⁂

The drive home was long. It took at least two hours to make the first forty-five minute jaunt, since at some points the tears in your eyes became to thick that it blurred your vision. You thought many times about turning around and throwing all caution to the wind. Leaving him did feel like a mistake - but so did staying. You wished you had gotten Mira’s phone number. Maybe she would have some sort of insight on what you were going through, and what you needed to do to get through it.

It was dark by the time you reached your county border. You were exhausted, and completely unable to shed more tears, or agonize anymore over your decisions. But as you rolled closer and closer to your house, and each town and hamlet sign you pass signaled the return to your life, the more you felt as if you were entering a foreign land, and not the home you were raised in.

You barely recognized your house when you pulled into the driveway. Chris’s car wasn’t parked there, and none of the lights were on. You held your breath as you stuck your key in the door and turned the lock - wondering if it still was indeed your home.

You stepped inside, and flicked on the light to find the place in a disarray. It wasn’t messy beyond belief… but Chris’s presence was definitely gone. There were a few empty boxes that he had left behind, and shelves and cabinets now had hollow spaces, and portions of the walls were bare from where Chris had run off with photos and frames.

It felt like a mausoleum. You weren’t sure of all your choices, but you were sure then that selling was the right thing to do. You wandered upstairs to your bedroom. The bed was clean and crisp, like it had been made up perfectly by a hotelier. But something about it still felt unclean.

Your first order of business was to shower - at least the bathroom felt like neutral territory. But afterward, instead of changing into your pajamas, and slipping under the covers, you grabbed a mint green sweatsuit from your drawer. Then you retrieved a blanket and spare pillow from the closet, and crawled on top of the beds pristine comforter, curled up and tried to will yourself to sleep. You tried not to think about Chris, and how you would fall asleep beside him in that very bed. You tried even harder to not think about how you could still be in Jungkook’s bed, and how you could have been waking up next to him in the morning.

When the next morning did come, you crept downstairs like some sort of spy, worried that you might catch something else you didn’t want to see waiting for you in your kitchen. But it was bare. In the light of day - the house no longer felt like a mausoleum. Instead, it just felt… like a house. A building. Four walls, paint, and stuff inside. Nothing in there to scare a person away, but nothing there to make them want to stay.

You grabbed the boxes that Chris had left behind, and went to work scouring the rooms first for things you were sure you wanted to keep when you moved. You had spent so many years curating the perfect memorabilia, decor, furniture, kitchenware - wanting to build the warmest and most welcoming home you could. You figured once you got started packing, you’d be at least five moving trucks into the process. But, to your dismay, as you held item after item in your hand, you realized you no longer cared for a lot of your possessions. You had moved on from them. That vase you bought at a flea market which you had loved so much… it was still beautiful, but… it could make someone else happy for a while. You could find a new vase. That airfryer you were gifted for Christmas, the one you used twice and never pulled out again - it served no purpose in your world.

You went from room to room, grabbing the things that still mattered to you, but in the end, instead of having five trailers to fill, you found yourself with only five boxes. You were even willing to part with most of your furniture - since a lot of it had been second hand to begin with. Non-negotiable items, however, was your dining table set - you spent a pretty penny on that and loved it - and your incredible shoe collection.

When all you had left to explore was your closet - which wasn’t too bad since you had done a big purge during your spring cleaning regiment - you started packing most items roughly into suitcases, while phoning in a favor to Agnes. She was a close acquaintance, as well a board member of a local humanitarian non-profit. Although it was against typical protocol, Agnes sent over a few employees with some boxes, a dumpster, and a moving truck. By noon, the staff had scoured through your beautiful things, and ran off with whatever they thought could be donated directly, or resold at the charity's second-hand store, and finally, helped move everything else into the dumpster.

You weren’t sure how you were supposed to feel as you scanned over the barren house, but you didn’t expect to feel… light. Or, indifferent. But that was how you felt. Everything you had worked for and still valued was now piled into a neat stack of boxes and suitcases in the corner of the living room, under the dining table, next to the mattress which was the only other piece of furniture you really kept - and you only really kept it so you had something to sleep on.

“Now what?” you said to it, shrugging as if the mattress was going to speak to you. Now what were you going to do? You weren’t sure in the long term, but right then, a thought did come to you. Following its prompt, you grabbed your keys, stepped out into the damp night, and began walking down the street towards a block of nearby condos.

⁂

When Stephanie opened the door, she was pretty set on returning the favor you and Jungkook had given her. She stood solid in her door frame, showing no intention of letting you inside. That was fine - you didn’t want to go inside anyway. You didn’t intend on staying for long. You did scan what you could see of the apartment, checking for any signs of Chris, even though you hadn’t noticed his car.

“He’s not here,” she offered bluntly.

“He’s not staying here,” you stated not bothering to put the revelation in the form of a question.

“He’s moving west to live with his brother.”

“Hm,” you hummed, as you wondered if he had just lied to hurt you, or if things had broken between them so fast that he was moved in and out of her place in under a day. “I’m not here for him.”

“I thought you didn’t want to talk,” she eyed you cautiously.

“I don’t really. I just have a question,” you paused to spit a tiny laugh as you thought about why you were here at all. “Thing is, I don’t know if I’ll believe your answer – but, I would like it if you would try to be honest.”

She didn’t say anything, and you took that as her compliance.

“Why?” you shrugged. “Why did you do it?”

She chewed on her cheek, and looked uncomfortably off into the dark night. “Because I could.”

“That’s it?” you raised an eyebrow and gave a surrendering shrug. “Just because you could, so you did?”

She shrugged in a move that was suppose to imply noncholents.

You squinted your eyes and craned your neck. “Did you really hate me that much?”

The way she looked at you then was like being stared down by a stranger. You didn’t recognize the woman who had been your friend for so long. She wasn’t bubbly or full of smiles and quick-witted comedy. There was something about this stranger that was full of pain, maybe embarrassment, but definitely antipathy.

“Have you always felt like this?” you prompted her again, questioning if your entire life together had all been a lie. You remembered then what Jungkook had said so long ago – about how people change, and how not everyone necessarily changes for the better. How long had it been since she had stopped being your friend?

She licked her teeth, and you could feel pressure rising as some force built within her, and wanted to explode with everything she had been holding back. “You got everything that I ever wanted, Y/N.”

You shook your head in confusion, you had no idea what she meant. What did you have that she didn’t?

“When I was struggling to make ends meet in a tiny one-bedroom apartment, you were buying a house.”

“This is about real estate?” your brows furrowed in disbelief.

“No. It’s not just about that. It’s about how… every time you visited me at school, all of my friends wanted to know who you were. They were my friends – I worked to have them.”

You scoffed. “I was shiny and new, Steph. My friends did the same thing when you came to visit me. Hell, you’re still even friends with some of them. It didn’t mean anything.”

“You don’t get it. People always like you. Why? You don’t do anything. You’re not...”

“What? What am I not?”

“You’re not anything special. You don’t have to work for it the way I do.”

“Work for what? Friends? I didn’t realize it was a competition. Everyone thought we were a package deal to begin with.”

“I didn’t always want to be a package deal with you.”

“So you fucked my fiancé because you didn’t want to be a package deal?”

“You don’t get it because everything just comes to you. Chris was with me,” she pointed her finger at herself. “He was mine. And then months later, he was living with you.”

“That was your doing, Steph. I didn’t know until this week that you were even interested in him. You’re the one who set us up!”

“Yeah, for a hook-up, not to get married.”

“You mean so that I couldn’t get to Jungkook,” you accused.

“Let’s talk about Jungkook. I told you that I loved him. He was all I ever wanted, and now he’s making doe-eyes at you.”

“I never even looked at him, Steph. Because I was loyal to you. I never would have. You didn’t need to set me up with your fuckbuddy. Do you…” your words caught in your throat as you pointed your fingers to your temples. You couldn’t believe how she had spun this narrative in her mind. You couldn’t understand how someone could be such a puppeteer of their own circumstance, and yet have the audacity to blame anyone other than themselves. You stopped yourself with an audible exhale, and dropped your hands to rest back over your hips. This was why you didn’t want to speak to her. You didn’t want to get into some shouting match where you had to defend yourself as to why you weren’t the villain because you were cheated on. You began to shake your head as you realized a few things. One, that she wasn’t going to accept responsibility. And, two, that all this wasn’t necessarily about you. You could see clearly now that it wasn’t so much hate she had for you, it was envy. It was… insecurity.

“Steph…” you closed your eyes and pinched the bridge of your nose. “I never got anything handed to me.” You looked up as you punctuated your next words. “I worked hard. I gave up sleep and put in countless hours at the library. I didn’t spend money on spring break vacations or go out to the club every weekend. I pinched pennies and worked overtime every night for two years so I could afford a downpayment on a house. And you know what,” you looked away from her and laughed sardonically at yourself. “I was jealous of you. Because you were always out having fun, and living like some free spirit when I was always stressing about what was the smart thing to do. There were plenty of times when I envied you. But I was thankful to you because you pushed me to be out there. But… I also never hated you for the choices you made that I didn’t. Until now, of course. Although… honestly, maybe I should be thanking you for saving me from getting married to an asshole like Chris.”

Your backhanded gratitude seemed to ignite a flicker of rage in her. “I bet you are,” she nearly spat. “Because now, not only have you sent him running away from me, you’ve gotten Jungkook to hate me.”

Your brows furrowed and you tilted your head as you stared hard at her, trying to deduce if she was being fucking serious.

“It was all just so easy for you, wasn’t it,” she seethed.

“Have you ever considered the possibility that I’m not the problem here? That maybe lying to people and trying to manipulate them into liking you is what drove them away?”

She shrugged and shook her head, and you scoffed. There were so many things just wrong about what she had to say – she had to know it. But… once again you realized that it didn’t matter what she did or didn’t know. She didn’t care. She wanted you to hurt because she hurt herself. This was who she was – or at least who she had become. You didn’t have a friend to let go of anymore, your friend had been long gone. The realization was freeing.

Good riddance.

“You’re right,” you sighed, relenting with feigned sympathy. “It was pretty easy. For me it was easy. For you, though… You spent years scheming. You had to trick my fiancé - who still wants me back by the way – into sleeping with you, just so you could feel a modicum of worth for a tiny millisecond. All I had to do was make a single phone call to the love-of-your-life,” you felt an arrogant and wicked grin begin to pull at your lips. “And I found love, and respect, and trust me… really great fucking sex. It was pretty easy,” you nodded, then dropped your hands from your waist and began to turn as you prepared to walk away. “You’ll never understand what that is like, friend. Have a nice life, Steph,” you bid her a forever goodbye, then strode off into the night.

⁂

You planned on taking a long walk after the confrontation with Stephanie. You expected you’d be fuming, or in tears, or in need of some sort of emotional release. But… you felt… almost nothing. Relief, maybe? You perhaps didn’t reduce her to a shriveling pile of terrified or gravelling tears – but you saw what you needed to see. You understood what you needed to understand. You no longer felt… foolish, or… inferior. You felt done, and better off. So, instead of lapping the block over and over again – you just went home.

When you stepped into the living room, you were once again greeted by your minimal artifacts and a barren mattress on the floor. Once more you looked at it, as if between the time you had left and the time you returned, the foam had grown a voice and might now be able to give you a hint about what your next move should be.

What else was there to do?

You could call your father? You’d rather not.

You could call your real estate agent - but you could also just send her an email to put the house up sooner.

You could call your lawyer - but there was no need at the moment - not with Chris already gone.

You could phone a friend - but you didn’t know which one you wanted to speak to. Which one would grill you less about the end of your engagement?

You could call Jungkook… you said you’d would in a few days. It had been over 24-hours since you said goodbye to him - surely that counted as a few days.

“Oh!” you suddenly exclaimed into the room when thinking about the last time you saw Jungkook reminded you of your tattoo. You were supposed to take off the bandage long ago. Hell, you were supposed to have already applied a couple rounds of disinfectant.

You searched your purse for the bottle Jungkook had given you, then went to the front hall closet - which had sliding doors made of full length mirrors. You turned around, pulled up your shirt, and tucked its hem into your bra. You then slowly peeled of the large, white covering which had been protecting your tattoo, and braced yourself for what you would see.

What you found was… perfect. The profile of a tiger, styled in a mosaic of ocean blues, floral violets, silvery grays, and shimmering whites. The skin was still a touch puffy in places - but the wound was no longer tender. It had begun to heal, with no signs of any infections...

You began rubbing the ointment over your back, while you admired Jungkook’s work, then thought of Jungkook, and thought about what the tiger had covered. “What should I do,” you sighed absent-mindedly into the house, directing the question to the mattress or to the tattoo… or really any dead object that would listen.

The thing is… this time something answered you. Well… it was your own voice in your head pretending to answer you. But, as incorporeal as the conversation was, the message was clear.

There was nothing left for you here.

You had friends, sure. Your father. But… you could live without seeing them every week. What you needed was something new. Something more. What you wanted was someone special.

You took a long inhale through your nose, and exhaled even longer, until you had just enough breath in your lungs to speak out loud into the room, “What are you still doing here?”

You waited, but you couldn’t answer your own question. You knew you had your reasons - you knew what you had said were your reasons… but you couldn’t feel those reasons anymore.

You pulled your shirt back down, then returned the ointment to your purse. Then, you grabbed your car keys and clicked the unlock button twice. You then began the greatest Jenga challenge of your life, as you started packing every suitcase and box you could fit into the tiny backseat and trunk.

You stood in the frame of your front door, looking over the empty space a final time for anything you missed. “I’ll come for you” you made a promise to your dining table, then you clicked off all the lights, locked the door, and pulled yourself into your car.

After a quick stop at a gas station, and an even quicker stop at the 24-hour drive-thru coffee shop, you were once again back on the highway headed north.

⁂

You were impressed you managed to roll your car onto Jungkook’s property without having caught a single speeding ticket. You felt your heart lighten and also begin to pump when the house came into view through the ending tree line. It felt like you had never left. It felt like you had lived there for a long time. It felt right.

You scanned the lawn and the tall windows of the house for Jungkook as you pulled your car into park. You didn’t see him, but his truck was there. You felt nervous all over again – just like that first time a week ago when you pulled yourself into his driveway. But this time, you didn’t contemplate hiding in the car. You wanted to see him fourteen hours and ten seconds ago.

You grabbed the small suitcase of essentials which had been riding shotgun before you exited the car, then you made your way up the patio and stairs, resisting the urge to run or take the stairs four at a time.

When you reached the final two steps to the porch, you heard the squeak of the front door, and you looked up to find Jungkook, tepidly opening the door with a look of disbelief on his face.

Your lips morphed into a shy smile as his stunned expression reminded you that you had put him through an emotional tempest in a short period of time.

He stepped carefully across the threshold and onto the porch, and you met each other halfway. His hands found soft purchase over your hips, your freehand wrapped lovingly above his elbow, and you pressed your foreheads gently together. You could see then that his nose was a touch red, along with his eyes which were a touch puffy.

“I missed you,” he whispered the words in a long, low drawl, his palms subtly beginning to circle over your curves.

“I brought a real suitcase this time.”

“How long are you planning on staying?” he asked cautiously, although hope was laced through every single syllable.

“I was hoping I could stay for a really, really long time. If that’s okay with you?”

The corner of his mouth curled high. “I’m okay with that.”

You felt his fingers wrap over the handle of your suitcase, and you released your grip on it as he gently took it from your hand and placed it on the porch beside you. He then returned both hands to your torso, pulling you a touch closer, and you took the chance to wrap both arms around his shoulders, and stretch yourself so you could peer up at his face.

“Were you crying?” you asked softly as you inspected the telltale signs.

“Yeah,” he scoffed and rolled his eyes, like he had been caught doing something dorky. “I cry when I’m really happy or really sad.”

“As you should,” you smiled, letting him know that you adored his tears as much as you adored his smile. You didn’t know a lot about him, and he didn’t know a lot about you - but, in spite of all that, in the arms of this stranger, you felt more comfortable and more safe than you had felt before. “I, ummm,” you tried to think of something dorky you could offer him, “Fart a lot when I’m on my period.”

“Ha!” he chuckled loud, and his face lit up with a smile so wide and infectious, that your smile was forced to match it.

“Okay,” he smoothed out the line of his mouth and nodded. “I snore really bad when I drink whiskey. I sound like a sea lion.”

“Noted. Umm… My Dad is coming up next week with my dining table. It’s nicer than yours. And I hope he doesn’t bring his wife because I hate her.”

“My mom and stepdad are retiring next year, then they’re gonna build somewhere up here. So they’re gonna be in our faces all the time - but they’re cool.”

“Mm hm, mm hm,” you acknowledged. “I wanna build a greenhouse over there,” you turned your face towards the treeline and pointed. Instead of Jungkook’s gaze following where you were looking, he pulled you just a touch closer, pressing his nose into your hair. “So we can have fresh veggies all winter.”

“I don’t like tomatoes,” he confessed.

“That might be a deal breaker,” you teased. He pulled back to look down at you again, and you tightened your arms around him once more.

“I should probably tell you that I watch football on Sunday’s,” he quirked his eyebrow.

You gasped, “Well that might really be a problem, because I watch golf.”

His face skewed into a comical look of surprise. “Really?”

“Yup,” you nodded, pulling him down towards you, bringing your mouths closer and closer together, until your lips were barely grazing over each other’s as you spoke. “And I’m a really good golfer, so you should start practicing.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

He closed the millimeters of space between you, and you sighed into him as he pressed his lips to yours. Your torso felt invaded by a cluster of exploding fireworks, and everywhere your bodies touched felt like erogenous zones. You could have kissed him forever like that on the porch. Every move of his lips felt like it represented something he wanted to say. Every soft moan from you was a response. The kiss couldn’t even be classified as sexual, because it had nothing to do with physical desire. It was about intimacy, and declaration.

Your lips parted, and once again you were forehead to forehead, your bodies pressed tightly together as you both quietly panted for air.

“Anything else I should know before I come inside?” you asked him, tilting your head back so you could gaze into his eyes.

He shrugged in surrender as he thought, then said, “Just that I love you. And I look forward to loving you more everyday.”

Your lips pulled up, the words making you feel like you had been hit by a tidal wave. But instead of needing to retaliate against them, you felt wholly comforted by them. They felt real.

“Me too,” you replied. “I love you too.”

Go to Epilogue.

[howlinghound11]

can you believe that i um, forgot that i was going to post my dan vs the sims screenshots lmao

anyway here they are before i forget completely again lol starting with outfits cus i spent a really long time on them, i was literally just like playing dress up with them like dolls lol which i dont usually do with my sims but like i also spent a long time looking at different clothes theyve worn throughout the series (except i had to work with what i had yk) but anyway!

Dan's outfits

All my thoughts here: i just had to try to give him a black shirt in every outfit lol i wish we could make custom clothes like in sims 3 but yk, i didnt have many body/face scar options bc i only have the werewolf pack i think that contributes scars but i did what i could (transmasc dan real lol), i don't have much to say about Dan's outfits (except that i spent like forever picking a pair of jeans for no reason lol) but like did you notice that hes got on "Chris' shirt" in his swimming outfit hehe, Also i kinda really like the shirt hes got in his summer outfit i was like 'this is a cool ass shirt id wear that shirt' lmao

Chris' outfits

Thoughts: i was going to download a mod to fix the color of chris' shirt but then like i didn't want to lol, also i went through a lot of hairstyles but there wasn't one i liked so hes actually got the same as dan but whatever lol, i gave him a dog tag in case he gets lost lmao, about his scar: its a bitemark (from dan lmao) oh also he has a tramp stamp bc uh i thought it was hilarious lol like if he lost a bet or something, i could go on explaining how the majority of his outfits are based off of ones from the show but like i dont think i will lmao, i made his party outfit sort of match elise's lol

Elise's outfits

Thoughts: Elise! I think i spent the longest on her outfits for some reason, the mod i downloaded was to fix her hair color, i could not have her going around with just red hair it didn't look right lol, i gave her scars too bc like why not lol i also gave her a full back tattoo bc it was sick lol, oh i also gave her a watch that looked like the little communicator she wears, can you believe that the only long shirt option was a button up for sleeping?, her party outfit is actually my favorite lol idk if its something she'd wear but i went back and forth with a couple different things and like that one was so cool lol

and finally, Mr Mumbles (she doesnt have any outfits lol)

I actually had another Mr mumbles made but i didn't like that one so i went back a spent a really long time trying to make her perfect lol i think she came out pretty good

Other screenshots will be in another post! Cus this one is really long lol