#wildcard butterfly

[askthechronoverse]

Just dumping my new tags!

[intuitively-her]

You are so gorgeous/handsome, and you look very put together.😍 People know that they gotta come correct if they want to come towards you. You're a charmer. You might unintentionally flirt with people a lot. You're a HUGE lover girl/boy. Your hugs are the best. And you could be a gift-giver as well. I'm getting family vibes here. You seem to be detached and in your own world most of the time. You have this mysterious vibe to you. You don't give too much of yourself away at once. You like to take risks and can be a wildcard at times. This is really admired by others. You're the fun friend in your group. Your energy reminds me of Maddy Perez and Nikki from save the last dance. I’m also channeling Santana from glee lol. You could be very popular. Someone here is in a leadership position. Sports team captain? You lead with logic and practicality. Someone here likes to debate with others. This is my argumentative pile. King of swords energy. You're veryyy disciplined when it comes to your work. Literally nothing or no one could knock you off balance. And you've literally worked to bring your manifestations to life. You're that girl/guy because you remain strong even through your darkest times. You always stay committed to yourself. You remain hard on the outside, but soft n gooey on the inside.🥰

Extra confirmation: Famous, Mean girl, Younger woman, Elusive, Intoxicating, Bitchy, Stuck-up, Sarcastic, Apathetic, Smart ass, Beautiful, Sexy Voice, Friendly, Co-worker, Side chick/side man

Channeled songs: Try again by Aaliyah and Antidote by Travis Scott

Things always seem to work out for you no matter what. Some people view you as a "good luck charm" lol. It's like you have the Midas touch or something. You're very strategic with your plans. Smart, sexy, and independent. You have a very balanced and precise mindset. People could never really cross you. You're always 10 steps ahead. Your energy reminds me of TheWizardLiz. This is my workaholic pile. You've built everything that you have from the ground up. Magician energy. You're a master manifestor.⭐ Your fairness is very admired. You're not afraid to speak up for what you believe in. You could give great advice as well. You have such a light energy! You have a very open and honest personality. You might be a social butterfly. You live more of luxurious lifestyle. I heard "livin like larry"😂. You could have a really nice car. Someone here has beautiful long legs. For someone specific here, you are that girl/guy because you didn't allow a heartbreak to change you. You stayed strong and compassionate.

Extra confirmation: Competitive, Obsessive, Impulsive, Pretty skin/skin tone, Liar, Charming, Player, Dark-skin, Boss, Confident, Humble, Big butt, Trustworthy, Mixed signals

Channeled songs: Act up by City girls and Independent women pt.1 by Destiny's child

You've fought hard to get to the position that you're in today. The luxuries that you have did not come easy. I'm channeling the movies "The pursuit of happiness" and "The Wolf of Wall Street". You may have struggled a bit growing up. But you didn't let that define you. It took a lot of commitment to get where you are today. Someone here could work with stocks. I heard "business mogul". You like to remain optimistic and keep your options open. You're very kindhearted and uplifting to others. You are such a giver. Many people would consider you a "girls girl". Heavy water sign energy. People know that they can count on you for a good time. You have a very bold and confident personality. You walk into rooms like you own the place. Star energy. You're the kim k in your family/friend group lol. A lot of strangers assume that you're famous or some type of influencer. Someone here could wear afro-centric hairstyles.

Extra confirmation: Wifey energy, Trustworthy, Feline eyes, Introvert, Pretty eyes, Eccentric, One night stand, Younger woman, Charming, Cheater, Egotistical, Sister, Intoxicating, Funny

Channeled songs: P power by Gunna and Wife at home by Bryson Tiller

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[kingkunigami]

— rough

Kunigami taking his aggression out on you after wildcard— honestly I want him to knock me around a bit😩

Warnings: 18+, choking, asphyxiation, rough sex, creampie, Kunigami ignores readers request not to cum inside her, semi-public sex, slut used once.

Pairings: Kunigami Rensuke x f!reader.

Word Count: 1.5k.

There’s something different about Kunigami when he makes it out of the wildcard program. A darkness that lingers inside him and threatens to consume him whole, stealing the light piece by piece until he’s a shell of the man you knew before.

He’s colder, rougher, more intent.

Ravenous.

As he stalks towards you after a game, focused eyes honing in on you like a hungry lion stalking its prey— ready to devour you whole. A man ready to take out all the anger and aggression that’s been building up inside him, dangling over him like a noose.

And sometimes you can’t even tell whether your kind, caring boyfriend still exists inside him. It’s as though he’s a completely different man.

It’s divergent from the soft, sensual sex you’re used to with Kunigami. Full of reassuring words and touches as he rolls his hips against yours gently, as though he’s afraid you might break. Like a delicate butterfly that he cups in his palms, cherishing you with every fibre of his being.

But this man? He’s brutal.

Hungrily using you for his own lust, calloused hands brusing as he pins you to the wall. Your panties just about survive his rough movements as he tugs them down your thighs roughly, letting the fabric settle around one of your ankles before he’s hoisting your thigh up against his hip.

He’s indecorous as he’s swiping his palm over your naked slit, fingers delving between your folds to see how wet you are for him— and it’s not nearly enough as he’s kind enough to spit in his palm to rub the moisture between your thighs. Nudging your clit with his rough movements, just enough to have your hips bucking with want.

It’s like he’s a different man completely as he’s tugging at his shorts, pulling them down just enough to free his aching cock as the weight of it hangs low and heavy. Wrapping himself in a fist as he strokes the tip through your messy slit, his pre mingles with cooling spit as he knocks your clit. Cold, half-lidded eyes stare down at you as he blindly searches for your entrance.

The hunger and desire that burns molten fire inside him makes it difficult for him to find it, the swollen tip catches against it as he thrusts forward and misses. Sliding his length through your sex as he snarls in irritation, tightening his grip as he pulls at your thigh. Lifting it higher as he almost suspends you from the ground, keeping your weight trapped between him and the cold brick wall as he tilts back to try and see your cunt. To guide himself inside you as he finally catches against your tight, unprepared hole. Canting his hips with one sharp thrust as he buries his cock inside you.

“Oh, fu—” The penetration steals the wind from your lungs as your lips part to gulp air in.

You’re not gifted a moment to adjust to the sensation before Kunigami is using your body greedily— selfishly. His eyes are focused and intent as he curls himself into you, towering over you as he traps you against him. Soft grunts spill from deep in his throat, the sound has your clit twitching as the slight pain begins to morph into sheer pleasure.

“Ren—” You manage to choke out between airy moans as you let him use you how he so pleases.

“Oh, shit,” He exhales through his nose, “Always so tight for me.”

Each thrust is bruising as he pounds his hips forward, heavy balls slap against your ass as you scramble for purchase. Your nails dig into his broad, muscular shoulders leaving angry red lines in their wake, which only seem to goad him on. The sharp pain that ebbs through his veins has his cock twitching inside you, pulsing as he nears his release.

Kunigami gives one of your breasts a rough squeeze, fingers moulding into the supple skin bruisingly as you cry out in a mixture of pain and pleasure. Your body betrays you as your cunt clenches pathetically from the abuse, begging him for more as your back arches towards his touch.

You reach up to curl your palm over the back of his hand, goading him to squeeze again as he does. Sucking in air through clenched teeth as he bites back a depraved grunt of pleasure.

“You like that, huh?” He murmurs, “Don’t even care that anyone could walk by and see you like this.”

And truth be told in the moment, you didn’t. You were certain his teams had caught glimpses of you in compromising positions before. Most of the time you’d have to coax your boyfriend into doing anything illicit, Kunigami often adamant that this sort of intimacy should be reserved for behind closed doors. But once in a while he’d let you tug down his shorts to relax him at half time, or bend you over before the game started for good luck— but this? This was downright depraved, and he could care less if anyone saw you like this right now. You were one thing that he had that no one else could have, a warped sense of power that consumed him.

“Fuck, such a slut.” He grunts as he brings his palm up higher to your neck, thick fingers wrap around your jugular as he squeezes. The pad of his thumb pushes into your jawline to direct your focus on him, staring into his auburn eyes as you feel the intensity of his gaze as he uses you selfishly. Seeking out his pleasure before your own as he works out every ounce of frustration on your poor, pliant body.

“Look at me,” He growls, “I said fucking look at me.”

Every word is annunciated by a precise, sharp rut of his hips as your eyes meet his auburn gaze. Your cunt pulses at the attention, intense diluted pupils have you writhing beneath him.

“S’too much,” You can barely make out between the hand tightening around your neck, cutting off your air supply as his thrusts become sloppier. Dropping more of his weight onto you as your walls tighten around his cock, your slick now leaks down his thick length as it creams around the base. Dribbling down onto his heavy balls as he anticipates his climax.

Expecting him to pull out at the last minute as always. Kunigami was always careful, always ready to stroke his length to finish himself off and shoot warm spurts of cum all over your tummy or ass.

“Pull out.” You whisper, his palm tightens around your neck as he nears his end.

But this time he was intent, determined.

“Rensuke.” Your voice is barely a whisper as the lack of oxygen goes straight to your head.

“Take it all,” Kunigami snarls as your cunt clenches pathetically at his tone, “Fucking take it.”

And a warmth consumes you as his balls drain inside your trembling hole, pumping globs of his thick release inside your obedient cunt. Continuing to give shallow ruts into you, burying his spend deeper inside your ruined walls.

“Fuck.” His grip loosens around your neck as he fills you to the brim.

You’re almost an afterthought as he pulls back, half-lidded eyes softening as though he’s just realised what he’s done. Feeling your desperate walls continue to pulse around him, desperately close to your own end as Kunigami takes pity on you.

“Shit, ‘m sorry, baby.” He grumbles.

Slipping a hand between your connected bodies as he presses the pad of his thumb against your puffy clit, rubbing swift precise circles against it as he leads you towards your own release. He knows your body better than you know it yourself as he has you teetering on the edge of your climax with minimal effort. The saccharine tartness to your moans has his softening cock twitching inside you as he feels you dancing on the tip of your release, goading you to tumble over the edge.

“Cum for me, princess.” He groans, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead as he watches you, “Always so pretty when you’re cummin’ for me.”

Feeling your chest tighten as the familiar sensation surges through you in harsh waves, your walls clamp down around his cock as you meet your own release. Kunigami’s grip on your thigh tightens to stop your legs from giving out and falling to the floor as he works you through your end. Cooing words of encouragement and praise as the intense pleasure continues coursing through you.

“Good girl.” He soothes, giving your clit a few more gentle circles until you’re trying to arch away from his touch.

Reluctantly pulling his spent cock from your messy hole as he tucks himself back inside his shorts. Bending down to help you back into your panties as he pulls them up your thighs, feeling the mixture of your release drooling into the crotch as the fabric sticks to your skin uncomfortably as he presses a lingering kiss to your lips.

“Let’s go home.” You plead, hoping that he’ll leave the building that has effectively stolen his spirit.

“Can’t,” He shakes his head, “I’ve gotta train.”

Kunigami can see the hurt flash through your eyes, but it doesn’t change his decision. You already know you’ve lost him to the Blue Lock program, and you can only hope to save his soul before it’s too late.

[tuliptic]

Let Me Describe Your Aura

Hello, I'm back again. I have this in my drafts for a very, very long time (since last year), and I have finally completed it. This was meant to be a short reading for Instagram, but well, it ended up longer than what I expected. Tho I posted it there, you can still read it here. Honestly speaking, this reading ended up quite different from what I've expected and I don't really know what I was hoping to get from this. Maybe colours? And vibes? No idea. But still, I hope you all enjoy the reading.

As usual, close your eyes, breathe in and out, make sure your mind and heart is calm. Then, open your eyes to see which pile talks to you the most/draws you in the most. Once you’ve found your pile, scroll down to the respective parts to see what are the messages for you.

Pile 1    -     Pile 2

Pile 3    -     Pile 4

Disclaimer: This is solely for my entertainment purposes. Take only whatever that you feel like it. If it doesn’t resonate, it’s okay to just drop it. That aside, I do not consent to my work or here to be used by third parties on this platform or other websites.

Decks used: Luna Cat Tarot Deck  (Major Arcana), Linestrider Tarot Deck, Starcodes Astro Oracle Deck.

Pile 1:

For some reason, it gives me a very Uranus vibe? It’s like you’re a person who’s constantly on board with change as you constantly get involved in almost everything possible. You also give me the feeling that you’re… Not satisfied. You are not satisfied with a lot of things, especially with finances. Imagine the hierarchy of needs. Every time you fulfill one of them, you constantly seek to fulfill the other level.  You’re constantly pushing yourself to achieve better and achieve more, but with this, you’re unable to have some form of balance and may have some conflicts with people you work with. I wouldn’t really say it’s insecurity, but there’s some form of fear and being “not enough” for others that I’m seeing here. Perhaps you come from a big family, and you feel that you have the responsibility to feed everyone and to answer to their needs as well as wants.  There’s an inner child in you that is trying to nurture yourself despite all the rush that you’re putting yourself through, sending you messages so that you can take a break from time to time. You not only receive messages, but you also send them out as well. Some (or perhaps, most) of you may like writing memos or notes for your loved ones.

Tl;dr: Instead of saying aura, I would say that there’s this air of uncertainty that you bring with you. You wouldn’t be called a wildcard, because there’s still some elements of earth in you, aka a sense of stability. But still, many may wonder how to approach you without feeling threatened, I guess. For some of you, you may also have an air of authority, or maybe an RBF, hence the fear towards you too.

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Pile 2:

For some reason, the first thing I’m picking up here is that you like to present yourself as mysterious? However, there is some secrecy involved here that I’m seeing, and you may be good at redirecting conversations or attention to other people. Butterfly effect as well? It’s like you’re fluttering away and not caring about what you’ve done or what are the actions they’ll take.  You have swords and court cards here, and I’m feeling that you’re that person, providing mental insight and stimulation to people around you. Just that there may be some concerns with how you present yourself, how you word yourself, and how people can be easily offended by you. Honestly, I’d say that they’re more offended to you as a person instead of your words or what you do. It’s like… They’re threatened by your presence. Pile 1 makes people feel threatened by their nature, but for you, people are threatened by what you’re capable of bringing - an unwanted change. It’s like seeing you will remind them of what they’re lacking and how much comfort they’ll need to give up, and hence, you may feel like an outcast most of the time, feeling that you do not belong to anywhere.  Still, I’d say, people who are close to you, especially your friends will find comfort in you. You’re a good listener and will be able to provide valuable insights. They’ll be glad that you’re on their team with whatever project you’re working on. If you’re ever interested in working on a collab, do it. You’re meant for it. 

Tl;dr: For you, your aura would be swords-ish, sharp but clear. You know how a sharp and strong sword can be used as a mirror? Yeah that. That’s you, reflecting the fear of others. It’s difficult, but with time, I believe you’ll be able to work along with it.

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Pile 3:

Hmmmm. Harmonious, I’d say. That’s the first word I’m picking up. I kinda have an image of an orange cat sleeping in the sun, probably the warmth, coziness and fuzzy feeling that it gives. You may have heard your friends or people around you describing you as a fun or sunny person, or that you’re like the sun, bringing warmth to people around you. You may also have a lot of passion projects and most of them are incomplete as of current, the same goes with how your life is right now too. Remember to continue whatever efforts you’re putting in. The rewards will come at unexpected times. Another thing I’m picking up is that you like to go along with the flow. Good things happen? Great! Not so nice things happening? Aww sheesh better luck next time. Kinda feeling. Or perhaps, this is what you portray yourself as. I’m getting a weight on my chest eventho there are happy cards. Probably it’s because you put up that mask so that people around you won’t see the pain you’re in.  Vulnerability sounds like a theme that you’ll need to explore, understand, and wield. It sounds difficult and probably painful, but it is needed for you to be able to understand the various facets of life. You’re very perceptive, or perhaps, you have a gift in it. But then, to be able to utilize that skill of yours, you’ll need to expand your knowledge base, experience the various emotions, look into all the tiny things that life has for you. 

Tl;dr: Some may say that you’re a person of culture but you know you’re far from that. Still, people generally like you with how amiable you are, and how you put an effort to make people around you comfortable. However, people will not cross you because you have respect for yourself too. There may be some similarities to Pile 1 with the earthy energy here, so you may check out Pile 1 if you’re drawn to it as well, especially if you have Saturn energy.

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Pile 4: 

A Chinese idiom came to my mind when I see this pile: 与世无争. It means there’s no quarrel or argument with the society, but it generally means a way of avoiding conflict in a passive way. As though you want nothing to do with the current world. Not sure if it’s correct to say that you’re disappointed with the society but there’s some apathy in here, not having much hope with the people you’ve seen. With this, you may have decided to keep yourself closed from the people around you. Not to use strong words, but you may detest the world and build a utopia in your head, imagining a world that is ideal to you and the rules you live with. Majority of the cards here are in reverse, which explains the dejection and dissatisfaction I’m feeling here. I am having problems in describing this pile and it’s making me scratch on my keyboard because of how I’m unable to phrase words. Still, despite all of that, you’re a very capable individual, especially with the King and Queens in your reading. You may have more feminine energy or may present yourself in a more feminine way than others, tho there’s a chance of you rejecting it. People may come to you for help and advice not only because they trust you, but also your words are able to assure them that things will be alright. You have quite a lot of resources on your hands, may it be finances/monetary resources, knowledge, or even network/connections, and you use them according to your needs and values. There may be some… Unconventional skills that you have. I’m not sure what they are, but it’s up to you to figure out how you want to put them to good use.

Tl;dr: This pile is the most difficult pile for me to write as the energy is all around the place yet focused at the same time. It’s very conflicting and confusing, which may be the aura that you exude. There is no clear definition of good or bad in this reading, but more of what you want yourself to be and how you’re going to work on it. 

[happy74827]

The Way You Kiss Me

[Travis "Trapper" Beasley x Female!Reader]

Synopsis: He’s called “Trapper” for a reason.

WC: 1443

Category: Fluff, Lime/Spice

I would say this is a fan service… but, truthfully, I couldn’t help myself. This is a service to myself LMFAO (enjoy the gif of Dan in The Guest since GxK is still fresh in theaters. I cannot wait for this movie to come out in hd quality 🤭)

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Trapper was a bit of a wildcard, in your opinion. You'd known him since your teenage years and had been the one to give him his name. He'd always been a bit of a recluse, even back then. The man was more comfortable around animals than he was with people. The compassion he had for the four-legged beasts was something you had always admired. It was his love of nature and the wild that had drawn you in; you'd never been able to pinpoint why.

That had been over ten years ago, but it felt like no time had passed. You had gone to school, became what you always dreamed of, and moved back to your hometown.

And, of course, it was only inevitable that Trapper would have trapped you.

It hadn't happened right away.

No, it had started slow, like a creeping fog. You didn't even notice it until you found yourself missing the smell of his cologne and his walkman that he still carried around everywhere.

“Yeah, luv, not everywhere's got Wi-Fi, you know?” He would always say, and the thick Australian accent would make your heart flutter.

He was kind, gentle, and a bit goofy. He could sing like a dream (not really, he was quite awful) and was the best vet in the whole world, or at least in your mind. He was utterly perfect on the inside.

And the outside? Well, a pure accident had gotten you two together.

You'd gone into his office, just like every other time, to borrow another of his rare records. Usually, he was there to let you in, but when he wasn't, you were thankful he kept a spare key under the mat.

The office had been quiet, and as you walked through the small space, you frowned, knowing that he never missed a day, even when he was sick.

Turns out your suspicion was right.

His water got cut off, so he swung by the office to shower, and well, you'd gotten to him before he'd managed to change. So, there you were, in your scrubs and lab coat, walking in on him fresh from a shower, wearing nothing but a towel around his waist.

It had been an awkward encounter, to say the least.

Trapper was not a big guy. Sure, he had broad shoulders and was decently strong, but his height was on the shorter side, and his muscles were more toned than they were bulky. He was handsome in his own way, and that was one thing you'd always liked. He didn't look like a bodybuilder or some sort of model. He looked like a normal man.

But the moment you saw him standing there, dripping wet and looking a bit shocked, it was like a switch flipped. Your knees felt weak, and the butterflies that had made their homes in your stomach started flapping their wings, making you feel all flustered and a bit embarrassed.

It made it worse when you realized he had his Walkman hanging around his neck. Dude couldn’t even make it a day without his favorite tunes.

And the fact that you had his favorite record clutched in your arms wasn’t helping.

You were the first to speak.

"S-Sorry, I didn't mean to barge in like this; I was just-."

He cut you off.

"Ah, yeah, forgot to call, didn't I? Water got shut off this morning, thought I'd shower here." He looked around. "Sorry 'bout the mess. Didn't know you were coming by today."

The towel was slipping. You could see his hip bones. You tried to look away, but you couldn't help it. He had such a nice body, and you'd never even noticed it until then.

You shook your head.

"It's fine. I, um, was just looking for one of your records; I didn't mean to."

He raised his hands.

“Settle down, sweetheart, don't get yourself worked up. No harm done."

It was only then that he seemed to realize what was happening. His eyes widened slightly.

"Oh. Sorry, I can just..."

"No, no, it's fine. Go ahead."

It was then that he noticed the album you had clutched to your chest. A smile spread across his face, and he gave you a knowing look.

"Fleetwood Mac… again? How many times is this now? Four?"

You flushed.

"I told you, they're my favorite."

He smiled and shook his head.

"You're lucky I don’t mind sharing. Come on, let's see which one it is."

As he took the album from you, his hand brushed yours, and you couldn't help the jolt that went up your arm.

He didn't seem to notice, thankfully, and instead flipped open the case.

"Ah, Rumours. My personal favorite."

Your heart was racing. You could hear your blood in your ears, and all you could think about was how good he looked in a towel.

He looked up and met your gaze. His lips twitched upwards.

"Welp,” He closed the case and handed it back to you. “Go ahead. It's all yours."

He stepped past you and walked to his office, leaving a trail of water behind him. You stood there, unable to move, just staring after him, the record still held tight to your chest.

"Hey, Traps?" You called.

He appeared in the doorway.

"Yeah?"

"What’re you listening to?"

He grinned and held up his Walkman.

“Toto. I was feeling a bit… nostalgic."

You couldn't help the laugh that came from your lips.

"Of course you are."

His grin was contagious, and he disappeared back into his office, leaving you standing there, feeling like a teenage girl with her first crush. Except the crush didn’t stay a crush for long.

You forget what happened initially, but one minute, you were holding the record out in the hallway; the next minute, you were on the couch in his office, the record discarded on the floor, and his lips were on yours.

You weren’t really sure who had kissed who first, but you had been surprised at his actions, and he had pulled away quickly.

The break was short-lived, and the next thing you knew, you were both making out, his freshly picked out plaid pullover discarded somewhere, and your hands buried in his hair, tugging at the ashy blonde locks as he peppered kisses all along your neck.

His skin was soft, and you could tell he put lotion on. His hair smelled like the shampoo he used, and his breath smelled like coffee and mint.

He had a bit of scruff on his cheeks, and you could feel the hairs brush against your skin. Ticklish, but in a good way.

He had strong hands, and they were running along your sides, pulling your hips against his, and the pressure was enough to make you moan into his mouth.

Nothing further had happened that day. It was his workplace, after all. It's one of the things he actually took seriously. But that didn’t stop you two from doing things in his office on the weekends.

Like now, for instance.

He had you pressed up against the door, his mouth working along your jaw and down your neck, his hands running over your back.

Your head was swimming. You couldn’t think straight. The only thing you could process was him: his touch, his smell, his voice.

You felt him push a leg between yours, and you ground yourself against him.

The groan that rumbled in his chest had you shivering, and you reached for him, fingers grabbing for purchase on his shirt.

He was a sight to behold. Hair mussed from your fingers, lips red and swollen, eyes darkened by lust.

His Walkman was never too far, and as his lips moved back up to meet yours, his hands were fiddling with the buttons. Honestly, it was a miracle he could still find the music while being preoccupied.

The sounds of the first few notes of the song had you smiling.

He pulled away and grinned, eyes sparkling with amusement.

"A fan of this one?"

You didn't answer.

Instead, you took his hand and twirled him, pulling him against you, chests pressed together.

His laughter rang in your ears, and the next thing you knew, you were swaying back and forth, cheek resting against his chest, his chin resting atop your head.

For a little while, you forgot about everything: no work, no big apes or lizards, no giant monsters or crazy scientists.

There was no need for them. Not now.

You were trapped in his arms, and you had no plans of breaking free.

[sweetkpopmusings]

first kiss with seventeen <3

a/n: i wanted to try out a new format with this request!! i think the idea of this is so sweet and lovely, and i hope you enjoy reading this <3 also oops it's so long heh i just couldn't resist so i hope that makes up for the wait :,-) pics not mine~

content: fluff, very sentimental and romantic | wc: 6.7k | warnings: none really! just some kissing obviously :,-) also a spoiler for eternal sunshine of the spotless mind in wonwoo's and mentions of eating in jihoon's | pairing: seventeen x gn!reader | requests: open

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seungcheol♡‧₊˚

you laughed, your head thrown back far enough to have you leaning on your elbow to keep you from falling. seungcheol stared at you in shock and annoyance. you and seungcheol were on the living room floor, playing uno. this round had gone on for an eternity, the deck disappearing and reappearing time and time again. through the luck of the draw, you pulled enough draw-four wildcards that you brought seungcheol from the brink of winning to a hand that consisted of over a dozen cards. he couldn't believe it. he lost. miserably. and all after the glorious win was close enough he could taste it. 

yet, there he was, an obscene number of cards in his hands while you laughed in delight. his competitive nature had him fuming. he wanted to yell about how it wasn't fair, how you must've cheated, how a small rule wasn't followed, how a rematch was needed, and how there was no possible way this was how the game night would end. heat rose to his face, his body tingled, and he felt as though his chest was about to explode. you still laughed, wiping your tears in enough time to catch seungcheol tossing his cards on the floor, shifting his weight so he was right in front of you, and planting his lips on yours. your eyes went wide with surprise, but your body quickly relaxed at the warmth his presence wrapped you up in. the high energy of the moment before melted into a playful peace.

as soon as he leaned backward, a blush rushed to his cheeks, "sorry, i..i should've asked. i didn't mean to surprise you like that. i hope it was okay, i'm sorry, i just--"

you giggled and gently held his face with your right hand. he blushed even more, and he broke out into a shy smile.

"it's okay. i liked it."

you blushed, and he giggled. you leaned forward, sharing another sweet kiss. he wanted to keep kissing, so he repositioned himself to a more comfortable spot beside you. your hands found each other, fingers interlacing. before he leaned in for another kiss, you asked, "why'd you kiss me?"

he looked confused, so you added, "i mean, why now. i've definitely wanted to kiss you, so i'm just wondering what made this moment feel right."

seungcheol shrugged, cheeks and ears flushing again, "i liked seeing how happy you were when you won."

you both laughed, and then you kissed some more. of course, you had to take breaks when the giggling fits took over. hearing his precious laugh fill the room stirred up the butterflies in your stomach almost as intensely as his kisses. as he sat there, so close to you, he realized that, for once, seungcheol was happy he lost a game.

jeonghan♡‧₊˚

"jeonghannnnnnn," you whined.

“what?” jeonghan asked, completely unbothered in tone and facial expression, except for a mischievous sparkle in his eyes.

“you’re being so mean!” you pouted, not really upset but rendered nearly speechless by his unending teasing.

“what’re you talking about?” he tilted his head in faux confusion, “i’m just enjoying the story of you ordering at the coffee shop.”

you dropped your head into your hands, “ugh! you’re enjoying it a bit too much. it’s not my fault i was so sleepy that i forgot what name to give them for second, a second.”

he laughed, “it’s your name! how could you forget your own name?”

“clearly i needed the coffee i was ordering,” you glared at him, “are you trying to tell me that you’ve never embarrassed yourself like that?”

jeonghan expressed deep contemplation, though you knew he was not looking through his memories for awkward moments he survived, “nope. i’ve never done anything like that.”

“i hate you,” you frowned.

he cocked his head to the side, “hmm, do you really hate me?”

you nodded emphatically, “yes.”

jeonghan sighed, “well, i guess i have to get my revenge on you by telling the guys about your identity crisis at the cafe.”

“jeonghannnnnn!” you pouted.

“aigoo,” jeonghan cooed as he held you face in both his hands.

you avoided eye contact, not wanting to break your frustrated demeanor. it didn’t matter to jeonghan, though. he simply watched you fondly for a second before pressing a kiss to your pouted lips. you quickly looked up at him with wide eyes, causing him to smirk at your flustered face. he hummed contentedly, kissing you again briefly, and then returned to his previous lounging position.

“i’ll take your silence as a truce,” jeonghan remarked, enjoying the sight of your dropped jaw from the corner of his eye.

“no, no way! that’s not…” you shook your head to get your brain working again, even if you only managed to find a little bit of a brain cell, “that’s not fair. you cheated.”

giggling erupted from his lips, “i cheated? at what?”

you stared at him incredulously, “at your revenge! how am i supposed to plot my perfect revenge plan when you kiss me out of nowhere? it’s distracting.”

jeonghan turned his face to you, eyeing you with mischievous eyes once again, “in that case, i think you’ll just have to kiss me to get even. it’s only fair, if we’re playing by your rules.”

you rolled your eyes, but barely a second passed before you took jeonghan’s face in your hands and kissed him. from up close, you could see the blush on his skin and the upward twitch of his lips into a bashful smile. he wasn’t so invincible, after all. at least, not when it came to you.

joshua♡‧₊˚

it was a perfect walk home after a perfect dinner date. joshua took you somewhere you had been wanting to try for a while, and the atmosphere was quiet and cozy, which put both of you in a wonderful mood. when you stepped outside, there was a chill in the air, and, before you could even shiver, shua had slipped out of his jacket and wrapped it around your shoulders. his hand remained on your shoulder, gently leading you onto the road as he smiled beside you. once you were on your way, he interlocked his fingers with yours. you smiled at the warmth spreading from your palm throughout your body, smiling even wider as joshua lightly swung your hands back and forth while you walked down the street. if it weren't for the sound of vehicles passing by, you could've sworn shua was humming your favorite song.

"i had a really great time tonight," you turned your head toward him.

he raised an eyebrow, "'had'?"

you rolled your eyes, "fine. i'm having a really good time tonight."

he nodded his head approvingly, "that's better."

shua continued walking, but you stopped in your tracks. he wasn't the only one who could tease around here.

his body stumbled when your frozen position yanked him backward. his doe eyes went wide, shock and confusion blending with endeared amusement.

"are you going to tell me what kind of time you're having tonight?"

you cocked an eyebrow. joshua held back a laugh as he stepped towards you, not wanting to be an arm's length away. he stopped when he was standing right in front of you. he looked at you, eyes bright, and he took your other hand in his. you kept your faux inquisitive gaze on him, waiting for his response.

"i'm having..." he whispered, leaning in close.

his lips softly brushed against yours. you felt him squeeze your hands gently, encouraging you to melt into the kiss. you didn't need much convincing, letting your eyes flutter shut so you could relish in the sweetness of his lips on yours.

he breathed out softly as he rested his forehead on yours, "a really good time tonight."

you giggled, lips buzzing from the exciting contact you wanted to have with joshua over and over again. he smiled proudly, tilting his head in the direction of your home to signal you should keep walking. knowing him, he'd plant more kisses on your lips when he said "goodnight" at your door, so you didn't resist as he led you home. you actually leaned in close to him, hearing clearly the hums that absentmindedly escaped him.

a few minutes later, there's a slight crackling in the sky, quickly followed by raindrops.

"ah man," joshua huffed, "i should've been more patient. this would've been the perfect moment for our first kiss!"

you rolled your eyes, "it was perfect, shua. now let's get going before we're completely drenched."

he pouted, "okay, okay.  just promise me you'll let me kiss you goodnight outside your front door? we need to have our movie moment there since we missed the kissing in the rain one!"

junhui♡‧₊˚

“okay, let’s try this again,” you sighed, “you put your fingers like this and pull.”

you demonstrated slowly, holding up the formation of your cat’s cradle for jun to see. his brow was furrowed in intense concentration with a splash of confusion, but he nodded when you asked if he was ready to try again. when he did, he got his fingers stuck in the string halfway through the process for the twentieth time. jun groaned in frustration.

“i’m never going to get this!” he pouted while you untangled his fingers.

“you can do it, jun. it just takes some patience,” you reminded him.

he rolled his eyes, and you set the strings back up properly. you walked him through it, step by step, taking care to explain in detail the bit he was messing up. despite your and his best efforts, the string knotted up, rather than fitting evenly across his fingers. 

“it’s useless! you should just play this with soonyoung or something,” jun frowned, “i’m sure he’d get this stupid game.”

“hey!” you nudged his shoulder, “the game’s not stupid, and i don’t want to play it with soonyoung. i want to play it with you, even if you can’t figure it out right away.”

“how is dealing with me mess up the game more fun than actually playing it?” jun asked, genuinely curious.

though his question was harmless, you couldn’t help the annoyance that crossed your features. the answer was obvious, to everyone but jun apparently. you huffed in reply, opting to set up the cat’s cradle with your fingers rather than explain yourself. jun couldn’t handle the look on your face, especially since he knew it was his whining that made your face pucker up like that. he wanted, needed, to cheer you up, so, without thinking, he leaned forward from his spot on the couch and kissed you. the rush of adrenaline you felt lifted your hands to either side of his face, as you happily kissed him back, string completely forgotten in your lap. it was as though you had kissed a million times before, which made you certain you wanted to share at least a million more kisses with him, even if it meant he would never figure out how to play a silly childhood game. 

jun pulled away and booped the tip of your nose with his, “at least i understand how to do that.”

you bit your lip to hide the excited smile growing on your face, but jun made no such effort. he beamed at you, giggling at this turn of events. he wanted to kiss you again, but he got nervous, so he picked the string up from your lap.

“should we try it again?” jun paused when you raised your eyebrows, smirking as he said, “if i figure it out, i get to kiss you as much as i want. deal?”

“what do i get if you can’t figure it out?” you raised your eyebrow playfully.

“you get to kiss me as much as you want. or i could buy you a meal sometime.” 

you giggled, “i’ll take the first option, thank you. now give me your hands.”

soonyoung♡‧₊˚

soonyoung cheered as you walked into the practice room, running over to you and engulfing you in a sweet and sweaty bear hug.

“i didn’t even bring snacks and you’re this excited to see me?”

his body visibly buzzed as he nodded enthusiastically, “nothing makes me happier than seeing you!”

a little shocked and extremely endeared, you smiled widely. soonyoung, realizing his confession, blushed profusely. as a distraction, he wrapped his hand around yours and led you to the perfect spot against the mirror from where you could watch him practice. of course, he wasn’t going to get back into the dancing right away, as he couldn’t and wouldn’t resist your company. 

he played one of your favorite chill mixes, sat down on the floor right across from you, and asked you all about your day. his smile and eyes were bright as he listened, holding onto every last detail as though it were a precious gift. his interest in what you had for lunch was so genuine your heart could burst. he only spoke once he was satisfied that he had heard every detail about how you had spent your day before coming to visit him.

“can i tell you something?”

soonyoung looked bashful, so you made sure caught his gaze when you answered, “yes, of course!”

a small chuckle fell out from his mouth, “well, actually, i would like to ask you something, if that’s okay?”

you giggled, leaning forward so he knew you were serious, “ask away, soonyoung.”

he beamed at the sound of you saying his name. fingers fidgeting with his pants, he leaned forward to reduce the distance between you two. his proximity made your cheeks flush, and you were certain they were on fire when soonyoung asked you the question that had been on his mind all day.

“can i kiss you?”

a small smile rested on his lips and his eyes watched you attentively while he waited for your answer. after your brain buffered a little bit, you nodded happily and muttered out some form of “yes.” soonyoung blushed in front of you, gently grabbing your hands in his. once he held onto you enough to know he wasn’t dreaming, he closed his eyes and leaned forward until his lips met yours. it was heavenly, sweet like candy, and it would’ve lasted for an eternity if soonyoung’s giggle hadn’t bubbled from his lips into the kiss. you couldn’t help but giggle too, feeling like a child on the playground sneaking a kiss during recess. soonyoung really made everything feel lighthearted.

you two sat there giggling, until soonyoung’s excitement spread throughout his body and brought him back on his feet. you cheered him on as he danced, laughing each time he took a random break to kiss you, again and again and again.

wonwoo♡‧₊˚

there was something so dreamy about watching movies with wonwoo. the blankets were always perfectly soft, the snacks were always exactly what you were craving, and your bodies always cuddled together in the most natural way. you had movie nights together before you started going out, which meant that you already shared a comfortable tradition by the time you confessed your feelings to each other. that’s how you ended up snuggled up on the couch, watching eternal sunshine of the spotless mind. another perfect, sweet night spent with your perfect, sweet partner. 

you watched as the female lead, clementine, sat down by the male lead, joel, on the beach. when she commented on how he seemed normal because he also didn’t know how to talk to people at parties, you chuckled and nudged wonwoo’s shoulder with yours. he chuckled too, knowing what you meant without you having to say it. both of you were quiet and wistfully watching as the world around the lovers disintegrated. neither of you could help the tears that threatened to slip when the characters kiss goodbye before the important memory fades completely. wonwoo sighed deeply, clearly sad for the couple on the screen.

“i could never forget you,” you whispered.

wonwoo tilted his head so he faced you, pausing before he spoke, either finding the right words or the courage to say them, “i could never live with myself if i gave you a reason to forget me.”

the movie buzzed in the room, but a special silence hung between you two. his irises spun, mixing adoration, fondness, earnestness together as he stared at you. the look in his eyes didn’t change as he leaned forward. even when he closed his eyes, you knew those feelings reflected in his gaze hadn’t faded. you felt them as he lips interlocked with yours. you felt those feelings rush through your veins as the warmth of his kiss rushed over your skin. your bodies pressed even closer together, holding each other with genuine care, the kind that lived in the bodies of people who were falling deeply in love. when your mouths separated to catch your breath, your eyes never left the other.

the ending credits of the film played. you both turned your heads, and wonwoo laughed a little as he said, “looks like we missed the ending.”

you chuckled, snuggling up against him, “i think it was worth it.”

“even if you missed them getting their happy ending?”

“mhm,” you hummed and took wonwoo’s hand in yours, “i’d rather focus on our happy ending.”

he chuckled, at a loss for words, which happened more often than he’d like to admit when it came to you. even in the dim light on the room, you could see the pink of wonwoo’s ears. unable to resist, you kissed his cheek, leaning in for more when he turned to face you with a lovestruck smile.

jihoon♡‧₊˚

you tapped your knuckles softly against the door, not wanting to disturb jihoon. of course, he would know your knock before the second rap of your fist against the frame sounded, so he opened the door with a warm, albeit tired, smile.

"i brought gifts, as promised," you cheerily held up a bag of takeout and a collection of snacks and drinks from the convenience store next to the studio.

jihoon chuckled at your actions, gesturing toward the table against the wall for you to place the "gifts." you hummed as you unpacked all the items you purchased, and, unbeknownst to you, jihoon watched you with the fondest look in his eyes. he tried to play it cool when you turned to him, but nothing melted him like the way you glowed when you smiled.

“how’s the song coming along?” you asked, opening the bottle of his favorite drink and passing it to him.

he sighed, “it’s fine. i’m stuck on the bridge. i know i want to rearrange a part of it, but i can’t really figure out exactly how i want to. it’s like the perfect version is on the tip of my tongue.”

you hummed, knowing exactly what he meant, given this was one of many nights you visited him as he stayed late in the studio, “would it help if i listened to it? maybe if you show me a couple different versions, you can figure out the right reaction you want the listener to have.”

“that could help,” his shoulders relaxed a little bit, and he took a sip of his drink, “after we eat, though. how was your day?”

“it wasn’t too bad,” you popped some of your favorite snack into your mouth, “i wanted to be more productive today, but i got really tired after doing only two things on my to-do list.”

“you need to rest. you work plenty hard every day, so it’s important to let yourself do nothing sometimes.”

you snickered at his nagging, “you should take your own advice.”

he rolled his eyes, “i do nothing sometimes.”

“mhm, sure you do,” you pointed at the unopened bag in his hand, “eat. i’m sure you skipped having a proper dinner because you’ve been so focused on the song.”

the corner of his mouth revealed that he was fighting a smile, “yeah, yeah.”

you stared at him, clearly not moving on until he took a bite of food. he stared back, acting like he wouldn’t back down either. he probably would’ve held out, if it weren’t for the gratitude he felt toward you. once again, you came to his side when he was stressed and overworking, not to scold him but to keep him company and make sure he was taking care of himself. these thoughts were on the forefront of his mind, so he didn’t notice when his feet led him toward you. if it weren’t for the quickening of his heartbeat, he wouldn’t have noticed that he was millimeters away from your lips. before he could psyche himself out of it, he closed his eyes and kissed you. you nearly dropped the food in your hands, but jihoon wrapped his around yours, to hold you and to prevent you from making a mess. a blush covered his face when he broke the kiss, but he managed to give you another quick peck before he stepped away from you. 

“thank you for coming over,” he smiled sheepishly. 

“yeah, uh…no…no problem. i’m…i’m happy to be here.”

he chuckled at your stuttering, “mmm. want to listen to that song now?”

you nodded, trying to regulate your heartbeat as you settled into your usual seat behind jihoon’s and he gingerly placed headphones over your ears.

seokmin♡‧₊˚

you laughed as seokmin gestured wildly and dramatically belted out the key note in the OST track you two were currently obsessed with. of course, even with his antics, he sung angelically. laughing while being in awe of his talent was one of the many benefits of dating seokmin. another benefit was that he would always sing to you, which was about the best experience in the world. even just humming while he looked at you made you feel as though you were the center of the universe. for the same reason, he loved when you sang to him, and he loved even more when you sang with him. it didn’t matter whether your voice was perfect; seokmin adored the closeness you shared when you sang together. in the car, in the living room, in the park, wherever you were when the moment struck, seokmin was head over heels for how it felt to hear your voices intertwined.

this moment was no different. as soon as seokmin heard “SoulMate” start, he rushed to you, grabbing your hand in his and smiling oh so sweetly. that sunshine smile could convince you to do anything, and you happily sang your usual parts while seokmin looked at you with very visible heart eyes. he swung your intertwined hands back and forth as he serenaded you, even using this point of contact to lead you around the room as you two danced to the beat together. in his joy, he made a silly combination of dance moves, which you followed, much to his delight.

it wasn’t serious, but it was sincere, which made it all the more fun. 

your giggles were bouncing off the walls during the instrumental bits, bleeding into your voices as you sang the final lines of the song. seokmin twirled you around as the finale to your impromptu choreography, grinning at you when you stood right in front of him. neither of you noticed the next song start. all you could do was stare at each other, so endeared and enchanted by the moment. 

seokmin kept smiling as he brought himself closer to you, his nose softly brushing against yours when your lips touched. when your lips connected, everything else faded away. it was just you, seokmin, and whatever background music swelled through the room during this moment. it was sweet; it was magical; it was perfect for the two of you.

seokmin smiled even brighter as he watched you up close, “i think we should duet more often.”

you nodded, leaning in for another kiss, “i agree.”

seokmin happily exchanged kisses with you, ignoring the music until one of his favorite songs came on. he kissed you on the cheek, grinning as he stepped away to break into a very dramatic and enthusiastic dance. while you missed the feeling of his lips on yours, you laughed at his showmanship, clapping your hands to cheer him on.

mingyu♡‧₊˚

mingyu’s fingers tapped frantically against his leg. his brow furrowed, and his gaze was nowhere near the pot that simmered in front of him. his ears clearly weren’t tuned into reality either because, even as the sound of erratic bubbles boiling filled the room, mingyu didn’t move a muscle. thankfully, you were there.

“mingyu!” you exclaimed, grabbing the pot from the stove just in time to prevent a flood onto the burner.

he blinked a few times, registering what had happened. after the fourth blink, his eyes went wide, “ah! are you okay? did you get burned? are you hurt?”

the corner of your mouth turned upward, a grateful smile the most natural reaction to mingyu’s caretaking nature. you turned down the heat and placed the pot back in its original place, so the meal wasn’t derailed any longer. mingyu’s eyes searched around your body for visible wounds, continuing his search by grabbing your arm and inspecting your forearm with gentle fingertips in search of anything amiss. 

“i’m fine, gyu.”

he let out a relieved breath. his puppy smile returned to his face, clearly happy to be back down to the earth that had you on it.

“are you okay? you were a million miles away,” your face was covered in concern, causing mingyu’s gaze to drop and his shoulders to slump. 

“i’m fine,” he nearly whispered, “things are just…a little…stressful right now. that’s all.”

you sighed. you took a step closer to him, brushing hair out of his face as you guided him to look back up at you. instinctively, his head leaned into your palm, his body relaxing at your familiar touch. 

“you can tell me if something’s wrong, you know? i want you to tell me when you’re stressed out, hurt, upset, or anything like that. i want to be there for you, and i always am, but i’d feel better knowing what’s going on in that head of yours. if i know what’s going on, i can help you better.”

mingyu’s eyes sparkled with adoration and tears. his hand held your face lightly, thumb stroking your cheek. your eyelids fluttered shut, savoring his warm touch in a quiet kitchen on an afternoon spent between just the two of you. nothing felt better than this.

or so you thought. you thought that right up until you felt mingyu’s breath fan against your lips, up until his mouth connected with yours, a gesture so tender and delicate you would’ve thought it were a dream if not for the way mingyu’s other hand came up to cup your face. the warmth of his palms and the heat of his lips enveloped you, and you sighed into the kiss, letting your whole self fall into the fleeting moment of divinity.

you opened your eyes when mingyu rested his forehead against yours. his eyes, still sparkling, examined your features for signs of discomfort or trepidation. they crinkled with a smile when he found nothing but a blissful daze coating your features.

“thank you,” he whispered.

“i should be thanking you,” you smiled, “you’re the one who kissed me.”

he let out a chuckle, “you’re welcome. but that’s not why i was thanking you.”

“oh?”

he kissed the tip of your nose, smiling brightly, “thank you for caring about me.”

minghao♡‧₊˚

“do you promise i didn’t wake you?”

you laughed into the phone, “yes, minghao, i promise you didn’t wake me.”

“good, good.”

the pause lasted longer than you expected, so you shifted in bed to sit up, “what’s going on, hao?”

he sighs, “i just…well, i know after traveling all day i should be fast asleep, but i would really like to see you. would you mind if i came over?”

your heart burst at his sweet voice and request, “of course you can come over. would you like me to make you some tea?”

he could hear the blankets rustle as you stood up from your bed, and he smiled, “that would be lovely. thank you.”

“mhm,” you stretched lightly, making your way to the kitchen, “i’ll see you soon.”

you weren’t lying when you told minghao that he hadn’t woken you up when he called. sure, you had been on the verge of falling asleep, but you missed minghao so much while he was away that you were constantly keeping an eye out for a message or call from him. that’s why you answered after the first ring, sleep falling away to make room for desire to see minghao.

you were peacefully staring off into space, waiting for the kettle to finish boiling the water. just as you were pouring hot water into minghao’s mug, you heard a knock at the door. a sleepy minghao greeted you as you opened the door, shuffling into your place before he wrapped you in his arms. he lingered in the hug, breathing in your scent and sighing contentedly. you held onto his hand as you led him to the kitchen where two mugs of tea awaited you. 

he watched you lovingly as you took your first sip, hiding his smile by taking a sip from his mug. you two stood in a comfortable silence, happily taking in the sight of the other after a time apart, only being able to see each other through screens.

“how was your flight?”

he hummed in contemplation, “uneventful.”

you giggled at the excited tone behind his description, “that must’ve been nice.”

he giggled at your giggle, “it’s much nicer to be here.”

“ah, i forgot how cheesy you are when you’re tired.”

“i can’t help it,” he smiled, “it’s hard to resist when i missed you so much and when you blush at everything i say.”

“i do not blush at everything you say!” you protested.

more of his cute giggle rang in the room. he set his mug down, took a couple of steps so he was right in front of you, and wrapped his arms around your waist. he smiled sweetly as he watched you. you fought the blush threatening to break through your skin, but you let the gleeful smile reserved only for him grace your face.

minghao whispered, so as not to disrupt the delicate late-night calm that surrounded you two, “you look so pretty right now. can i please kiss you?”

your mouth dropped open in surprise, though it quickly turned to a grin in response to his straightforwardness. out of fear of sounding too eager, you nodded, gripping onto your warm mug of tea to remind yourself that this was real life. minghao giggled again as he brought his face right in front of yours. he paused, beautiful brown eyes savoring the sight of you up close.

“are you sure?” 

behind his teasing tone, you sensed his nervousness. instead of saying “yes,” you pressed your lips against his. his fingertips squeezed slightly where he held your waist, perhaps also needing a reminder himself that this was real life. when you pulled away, he couldn’t stop his giggles. he was simply so delighted to have finally kissed you. when he watched you giggle happily, he knew he didn’t care whether he woke you up, if it meant he could spend the rest of the night kissing you again and again until you both drifted off to sleep.

seungkwan♡‧₊˚

“no, no, no,” seungkwan shook his head, “you have to turn like this.”

he slowly, and exaggeratedly, mimicked the exact part of the choreography you were struggling with. he motioned for you to try it, and he huffed in frustration when you still were finishing the turn a beat early. after a few more attempts at mirroring seungkwan, he shook his hand in the air to signal that you were done for the time being.

“ah, i swear,” he put his hands on his hips, “if you weren’t serious about learning Twice’s choreography, you shouldn’t have asked me to teach you.”

he was being serious himself, his competitive side coming out despite it being just the two of you, so you held back your laugh, “i am serious about learning Twice’s choreography from you.”

seungkwan looked at you incredulously, “so you’re not in it for the dancing?”

you couldn’t help the laugh that escaped you, “i’m mostly in it to hang out with you, dumby. learning the choreo is a bonus.”

to hide the smile forming on his face, he rolled his eyes and dramatically turned away from you, “well, if you want to keep hanging out with me, you need to get this right. let’s try it again from the pre-chorus. if you don’t get the combination right, i’m never hanging out with you again!”

seungkwan shot you a glare to let you know he meant what he said, so you hid your giggle behind your hand. once the music was playing through the speaker, he counted you in. you did your absolute best, following seungkwan’s moves and finding your groove in the song. the cursed combination was only a few counts away, so you focused with all your might on executing it correctly. perhaps through a miracle, or, more likely, the intensity of seungkwan’s gaze on you from the mirror, you finally turned the way you had been begging your body to for an hour. you moved to finish the chorus, but you were interrupted by seungkwan screaming.

“you did it! you’re amazing! i knew you had it in you! i’m so proud! that’s main dancer energy!”

seungkwan grinned as he ran toward you and celebrated your success. he didn’t skip a beat between singing his praises and excitedly kissing you. your mouth dropped open out of surprise, and his eyes went as wide as saucers. 

“we should get back to the routine,” seungkwan moved backwards, stumbling over his feet and blushing furiously, “just because you got the combination once doesn’t mean you can let your guard down. repetition is–”

“seungkwan!”

he tripped over his feet before you could reach forward to catch him. he burst into embarrassed laughter and covered his face with his hands. you laughed too, kneeling beside him to make sure he wasn’t seriously injured.

“don’t look at me,” he mumbled into his hands.

you giggled, “hmm, how am i supposed to learn more of the dance if i can’t look at you?”

seungkwan peeked at you through his fingers, “so you are serious about learning Twice’s choreography?”

you nodded, giggling as you helped him up. before you took your place behind him in the practice room, you snuck a kiss to his cheek, which made him malfunction even more. trying to keep his cool, he moved right into reviewing the next set of moves, but you could see very clearly the bright pink tips of his ears.

hansol♡‧₊˚

your eyes were closed, as you rested comfortably on a pillow and blanket on the living room floor. hansol lied down next to you, sharing half of the pair of headphones you wore. he had asked you to come over, so you could listen to some music he thought you would like. you happily obliged, eager for some quality time with him and his impeccable music taste.

the floor whispered beside you and, softly and sweetly, hansol's hand brushed against yours. an unspoken agreement, your hand opened, only to close when your palms were nestled against each other. you heard a light rustling, so you turned your head toward hansol. his fluffy hair laid in a subtle mess against his face and the pillow beneath him. his dark brown eyes sparkled so intensely, that, if you did not know so deeply the brightness inside him, you would've thought you were hallucinating. your mouth opened, but your mind couldn't come up with anything to say. the music was too moving, the man beside you much too breathtaking to leave room for conversation. hansol, observant as ever, let out a light chuckle, lips upturned as innocently as the amused crinkle in his eyes.

the song trailed off, slowly fading into a new one, and he nudged his way closer to you, "hey."

you smiled, cheeked pressed against your own pillow and your heart pounding at the proximity, "hey."

he watched you, gently and up close, and the softness of it all threatened to set you on fire. his tenderness would burn you alive with delight. you were sure of it.

hansol was sure of something else, too, "i really like being here with you. listening to music, like this."

heat rushed to your cheeks, and you smiled even brighter. hansol squeezed your hand lightly as he brought himself next to you, shoulder to shoulder, noses touching. those darling eyes looked at you again, flickering down to your lips and back up to meet your gaze, inquisitive and kind. you nodded, a movement so slight he would not have noticed it if he were any farther from you. thankfully, he was right where he needed to be, and he brought his mouth to yours.

you let out a dreamy sigh, absorbing the caress of hansol's lips against yours and the wafting melody of the song he had picked out just for you. too soon, the kiss ended, and, when you opened your eyes, you saw his were still closed. unable to resist, you kissed the tip of his nose, giggling as his brown eyes shot open, bewilderment and fondness filling his gaze.

"i really like being here with you," you whispered, earning a blush and gummy smile from hansol.

chan♡‧₊˚

a chorus of cheers and whoops broke out behind you as you and chan walked out of the club. it turned out that with the right combination of alcohol, dancing, and camaraderie, an intense and life-threatening craving for ice cream and snacks will take over your group of friends on a night out. it also turned out that, because your friends and his friends knew there was a little something more between you and chan, you two were nominated as the official snack saviors.

the noise of the club and your friends melted away, punctuating the sound of your laughter mixing with chan's on the somewhat quiet street. not wanting to miss the moment, your gaze lingered on chan's side profile, his smile bursting with joy at the ridiculousness of the people he holds close.

"we were chosen for this...why, again?"

chan cocked his head sideways, his signature playful glint in his eyes setting off the butterflies in your stomach. trying to conceal your panic, you rolled your eyes, chuckling a bit yourself.

"because we're the lucky ones."

"hmmmm," chan nodded, furrowed brow proving he was genuinely considering your statement.

"well," he grinned, reaching into his pocket, "seungkwan-hyung is the lucky one who gets to buy snacks for everyone."

you burst out laughing as he showed off seungkwan's wallet like a product in a late-night infomercial. your laughter showered him with serotonin, his grin soon giving way to a fit of laughter. you two managed to continue down the sidewalk toward the convenience store without falling over, despite the tears in your eyes and the silly looks shared between you. once the fluorescent light poured onto the ground at your feet, you paused to catch your breath. right when you took a deep breath to calm your heartbeat, a gasp fell out of your mouth as chan's hand playfully grabbed your wrist. the movement and your curiosity made you face chan, whose mischievous eyes had returned full force.

"chan? what're you...?"

he stepped forward, pulling your arm enough to close the remaining gap of space between you. chan's smile never faltered, even growing when he saw your eyes widen as he leaned in. even when his lips pressed against yours, you could tell his smile hadn't completely disappeared. if you were being honest, you could practically taste his glee, mixed right in with the alcohol from the club. you smiled into the kiss, unable to resist the heavenly happiness chan brought to you. his other hand found its way to your face when he broke the kiss. his thumb traced your cheekbone, relishing in the proximity you shared.

"we really are the lucky ones, huh?"

you rolled your eyes, covering his hand with your own and meeting his lips for another sweet kiss. your friends could wait. you two had a more important mission to complete first.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

[melonisopod]

Possible candidates for upcoming BP:

-Will You Play? - could represent the Barber. Also thematically deals with a “rigged game” where you’re punished for winning; alternatively, could indicate having to “play along” by the Abno’s rules, similar to Dante being advised to “play along” to Don Quixote’s delusions.

-Rose Hunter - searching for the ‘princess’ in hopes of making her “remember her role” in the story. Could represent Sancho who wishes to make Don Quixote recall her past as a knight, or alternatively her days as a Bloodfiend.

-Sleepyhead - The wildcard pick, a toy-like mechanism that feeds on blood.

-Funeral of a Dying Butterfly - Another wildcard, but I think this could fit; in contrast to Dead Butterflies this represents someone looking to get *into* a Fixer career but lacking qualifications, rather than lamenting how pitiful being a Fixer actually is. The false hope of their continued search keeps the Abno going, telling them outright they didn’t make the job drives them to (implied) suicide.

-Gossypium Flower - I’m not certain about this one, cause it’s only showed up in MD and RR3 so far, but I think we’re do for an EGO. Could represent Bloodfiends in general, particularly what Moses says of them at the end of the teaser, “No matter how bloodthirsty you think they are, they’re always worse,”

-Bluish Star - shut up, shut up I’m gripping Bluish Star Battle Pass EGO with bleeding, splintered fingers and you can’t stop me! The Unreachable Star and the theme of pushing forward while being driven insane doing so is RIGHT THERE!

-Four Hundred Roses - Okay this is confirmed so instead I’ll focus on more like “who else gets a BP EGO” and “What does it mean/do?” First, I think the most likely candidate for this one aside from Don is Sinclair. I think this Abno’s theme is loss of innocence, lamenting one’s own nature and hating that you are/have become a monster. It wanted to be a tiny, beautiful little flower, and instead grew to a monster that drinks blood. Sinclair’s story is also themed around a loss of innocence that he can never return to, and he’s frequently described having a murderous side that the company encourages, but that he fears he might lose himself in.

[adventuremaker21]

Thanks to @zoe-oneesama, I would like to present Star Butterfly with the Black Cat Miraculous as Chaos Kitty!!

A little background for this idea: Miraculouses were made with humans in mind. Letting other species use them has a multitude of side effects not even the original creator could have foreseen. For a mewman like Star, she not only gains all the abilities of a Mirauclous holder, but she also gains claws, fangs, eyes, ears, instincts, and the tail of a black cat. She can even fuse her wand with her new black cat staff to form a scepter, similar to how gem fusions can fuse their weapons.

The first one represents a magical imbalance between her natural mewman magic and her new miraculous powers, which caused her to be unstable, both mentally and magically. This causes her to be a savage wildcard.

The second one represents finding a balance between her two powers and synchronizing them as a powerhouse. Shes herself again, but with extra powers that makes any enemy, both Toffee and Papillon, quake at her awesome potential.

Keep an eye open for the other swaps coming soon.

[bakuettes]

Catch My Drift Character Moodboards! 🏁

so with every new character mentioned i’ll release their respective mood board and background summary! as of now there’s only reader, bakugo and mina. i’ve decided to do it in this format so that way when a new character is mentioned you can click on their name and it’ll take you to this page!

𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐚𝐫𝐝

𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲:

reader info:

age: 24

gender: female

height: 5’5

background:

reader is a well known underground racer. her father is a well known businessman but he’s corrupt in the sense that he basically runs the illegal racing scene. only close friends know of her father. mother won’t be mentioned. reader has been in the racing scene since 19 when she was detained at a meet by the police. (doesn’t contradict the whole never been caught thing because reader wasn’t racing, she was placing bets which is illegal) father got her out of it bc if he’s corrupt then obviously some of the police are too. her father taught her how to race and she’s been practicing since. she’s a part of a group called Rule 1. it consists of 6 racers, 2 flag girls and 2 mechanics. the group are infamous in the racing scene. they don’t necessarily have enemies or rivals they just stick to their own clique. mina is readers best friend a long with shinsou. readers styling throughout the fic is heavily based on xtina, beyoncé cira 2000, paris hilton in an mv bling type of way & aaliyah.

𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐚𝐫𝐝:

𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝:

bakugo info

age: 26

height: 5’9

gender: male

background: didn’t come from wealth like reader did. he made his money from racing. started actually racing at 23 but before that he was a mechanic. quickly gained attention from other racers and groups. has many offers to join groups but never actually joins. prefers to race alone. little sister w an illness & his mom can’t afford to pay the hospital bills without risking getting evicted. he races for them (and makes more than enough money to take care of them financially. im not sure what his style is yet but leaning towards classy street style ?? looks put together but with baggy clothes. he’s a very cocky person. not in a group but has 3 loyal friends who also race and they’re in a group together (V8 Visions). kirishima and midoriya. both trying to convince him to join but bakugo brushes them off. he’s definitely still loud mouthed and sassy but he’s a little bit calmer. doesn’t yell too too much. he curses way more instead.

𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐚𝐫𝐝:

𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝:

mina info

age: 25

height: 5’6

gender: female

background: mina is not a racer. she knows the basics but she can’t imagine herself behind the wheel. she’s a well known and loved flag girl along with scotty (she’s more of a background character so she will not be getting a moodboard). she is one of the 10 members of “Rule 1”. mina grew up with money, even more money than reader. her parents are both wealthy businessmen. they were never really present in her life growing up. it caused her to act out for their attention but all they did was throw money at the problem. due to that she’s a wildcard. extremely cheerful and outgoing. her parents don’t know she’s a member of rule 1. she doesn’t have a significant other BUT kirishima will be her love interest even tho they’re from opposing groups. social butterfly but keeps her clique small. she’s been rule 1’s flag girl since she turned 21. her and reader are inseparable and practically glued to the hip. they’re more like sisters than best friends.

[rosethornewrites]

NR, E , & M reading since 11/10

Tumblr has issues with imbedding links, so sometimes the URL is included.

Finished

Not Rated:

Before the Thirteen Years Without You, by Bblottiefottie (2 chapters) (https://archiveofourown.org/works/39293991/chapters/98327496)

-Novel Spoilers-

In which Lan Wangji hides an emotionally unstable Wei Wuxian in a cave after the massacre at Nightless City

becoming a ghost, by duravis (https://archiveofourown.org/works/35823868)

Perhaps it’d be easier to turn them away if she were a little more cruel. If her years being brought up by Wen Ruohan had hardened her heart a little more definitively. But—

Here is a wound. Here’s how you fix it.

Explicit:

Coming Back to Yourself, by acernor (7 chapters)

Lan Wangji gets cursed with a ~woman's body~ and has to orgasm to go back. Since he's 1) a virgin 2) super repressed and 3) SUPER gay, he has no idea what to do.

If only he had a super nosy friend who's read lots of erotic novels who could help him figure out what to do... hm...

follow the sound of my song, by sassybluee (🔒, 2 chapters, 2nd in a series)

He reaches up to touch his forehead, to remove the ribbon that has been his constant companion, his constant reminder of who he must be. The one piece of himself that has been with him through everything, from his earliest memories, to his deepest regrets. His entire history is in its very fibres.

His brother lets out a small gasp as his fingers pinch the material, raising his hand as though to reach out and stop him.

Lan Wangji lowers his hand.

___

Lan Wangji begins his new life with Wei Wuxian

call me home and I'll build you a throne, by anaphoricae (8 chapters)

“I’ll help,” Lan Wangji says.

“Hey, Lan Zhan...” Wei Wuxian unfolds his leg and gives his foot a playful kick. “I told you to think about it! This means I’d be here for a long time, taking up your time, your space, your peace. And I can’t pay you! I have nothing of worth to give. It isn’t as simple as-”

“I’ll do it,” he says again, more forcefully this time. “You don’t have to give me anything.”

Wei Wuxian looks away, hiding a small smile. Doesn’t he know Lan Wangji would do anything for him, by now? Doesn’t he understand that he holds Lan Wangji’s life in his hands?

-

POST-CQL Wei Wuxian comes back to the Cloud Recesses to ask for Lan Wangji's help with his new golden core.

Together, they learn how to communicate, how to ask for things, and how to touch each other.

Their relationship develops in between quiet dinners in the Jingshi, meditation sessions, core training and a lot of Lan Juniors speculation on whether or not they're actually together yet.

Mature:

the flutter of a butterfly, by Krissy (https://archiveofourown.org/works/38751807)

The writing described a ritual of some sorts and the more he read, the more he crumpled the paper under his fingers, the more his head started to spin.

His sister. If this worked, he could see his sister again.

☾

One year after Wei Wuxian’s death, Jiang Cheng finds an old ritual that allows one to travel back to the past. He didn’t expect the consequences to be that disastrous.

Jin Ling vs. The 8 Uncles of Sex Education, by Wildcard (https://archiveofourown.org/works/28960575)

(When Jin Ling turns 13, his uncle tries to kill him.

If Jin Ling ever expected a family member to try to murder him, he would’ve thought it would be Jin Chan, that bully, or at least another Jin. He did not expect to be accosted in Lotus Pier, of all places, by his beloved jiujiu.

He definitely did not expect his death to involve a comb.)

Jin Ling would really appreciate it if his uncles would stop trying to give him the talk. Please. Bad enough to receive it once but to have to listen to it EIGHT TIMES from uncles who are convinced the other uncles didn’t do a good enough job?

(And just when he thinks his suffering is over, an uncle COMES BACK FROM THE DEAD to educate him. Jin Ling is cursed.)

the shapes a bright container can contain, by litbynosun (3 chapters) (https://archiveofourown.org/works/24598735/chapters/59419996)

"Lan Zhan, look at this," Wei Wuxian calls. "They don't have organs, but they're all… fuzzy."

He gently strokes the corpse's arm -- it's covered in soft, pigmentless downy hair, like a rabbit.

Lan Wangji crouches next to him and nods.

"Lanugo," he says.

Wei Wuxian raises one eyebrow.

"They were malnourished for quite a while before death," Lan Wangji elaborates.

Wei Wuxian scans the bodies again. Indeed, they both have sunken cheeks, and their abdomens are empty of both organs and fat padding.

“That’s a question,” he says. “Did they starve to death, and have their bodies desecrated after they were already deceased? Or were they murdered, and simply starving at the same time?”

"We should stay," Lan Wangji tells him.

This is not an answer to his question. It is an offer to search for answers.

Or: Wei Wuxian and his family solve a ghost haunting. Wei Wuxain's old enemy, societal injustice, rears its head again.

Unfinished

Not Rated:

The Cultivation World Needs a Reset, by FangirlingIsLife (https://archiveofourown.org/works/55413919/chapters/140600317)

Do not succumb to anger.

It was one of the founding rules of the Lan Clan and yet Lan Zhan could feel nothing other than a cold fury filling his veins.

He watched as his husband in all but ceremony let himself fall to Jiang Cheng’s blade.

Even at his death, his soul mate would never raise a hand to defend himself against their tyranny.

Well fuck that.

Beiming: To Lament- 33 Reasons to Change the Past, by ravenhg (🔒)

It had been one week since Wei Wuxian’s life ended.

One week since his love, his life, his everything, had been ambushed by remnants of Jin Guangyao and Su She’s followers.

Wei Wuxian really should have known better.

“What will you do, gongzi?” Wen Ning asked quietly.

Wei Wuxian smiled, his eyes burning like coals.

_____________________

Or:

After the death of the most important person in their lives, Wei Wuxian and Lan Qiren choose to return to the past to prevent everything. This changes things.

Explicit:

The Threads of Fate, by WaitForTheSnitch

“What would you do if you could have him back?” Nie Huaisang asked him, a bit too seriously as he leaned forward.

“There is no way for a dead cultivator to return,” Jiang Cheng scoffed, not even willing to entertain the thought.

“Perhaps, perhaps not,” Nie Huaisang shrugged, “Even if he came back, that wouldn’t do much to help, would it? Your sister is still gone. His reputation still damaged.”

“Stop speaking in riddles,” Jiang Wanyin growled, “What did you come here for, Nie Huaisang?”

“I asked you what you would do for your brother back,” Nie Huaisang started, “I would do anything to have mine back, Jiang Wanyin. And I’m here to offer you that same choice. Because our brothers’ deaths never should have happened. They happened because of schemes and plots. They happened because of lies and deception. Your brother was made to be a villain and was led to his death because he was too powerful. Mine was murdered because he stood in the way of Jin Guangshan.”

There's nothing Jiang Cheng wouldn't do to have his siblings back. And when Nie Huaisang comes to him with a proposal to save them by changing everything, he doesn't even hesitate to agree.

Little One, by LovelyTurtleBeans

During the Phoenix Mountain Hunt, Lan Wangji confesses that he was the one who kissed Wei Wuxian. The talk escalates into something more and, before they know it, they're entangled in bed in one of the guest rooms in Jinlintai. Time passes and the freeing of the Wen Remnants and Wei Wuxian's defection come to pass. The future is uncertain, and both Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian are on unclear waters until...

Mature:

Mine and mine alone, by Lanwangjisnights

He likes to live out his kinks, but hadn’t found anyone matching his preferences yet, has given up the hope to find someone capable to satisfy his itches.

But today, today he needs to go under. Needs someone to make sure he is pleasured, instead of going through tremendous efforts himself to find a semblance of satisfaction.

Lan Zhan opens the filters, adds a tick on everything he searches for today. Or tomorrow. Or in the very near future - It doesn’t matter as long as it’s soon. Dominance. Bondage. Subspace. Rough Sex.

Or:

Lan Zhan finds Dominant Yiling Laozu on a Kink Website, meets up with him and falls incurably in love.

A lotus instead of a orchid, by Sammie224466 (https://archiveofourown.org/works/18552892/chapters/43975183)

What if, that night on the Burial Mounds, Jiang WanYin had been the one to find Wen Yuan instead of Lan WangJi and he wound up raising the child?

To Ride A Stygian Tiger, by Madyamisam (https://archiveofourown.org/works/23143639/chapters/55386229)

Wei Wuxian changes fate and is wounded while saving Jin Zixuan at the Qiongqi bridge and a great mystery starts to unravel many hidden secrets never known before. While trying to deal with his own increasing madness, seeing threats everywhere in past, present and future, he sets an impossible task to save everyone he ever cared about with his very life and soul.

Alternate, by Hanashi_o_suru

No one is actually sure what happened, or why it happened. No one died. No one made any whacked up array that backfired --to their knowledge--and no one wasn't necessarily in discontent for where they were in life...

So, why is it they're suddenly in the past to the day they had just got to the Cloud Recesses?

[the-clay-quarters]

May I have a 🎲 for Cavendish? sharing butterflies with Vincent?

- @gmalaart

21. Wildcard, dealer's choice! A sort of sequel to a piece that nobody else has seen bcus I started it the literally day before these kiss asks and it's not done. You know the context, that's what matters xD

[Ask game]

[askthechronoverse]

As long as you got me and I got you

You know we got a lot to go around

I'll be your friend, your other brother

Another love to come and comfort you

[gulliblelemon]

Dear Kate, my brain is fried, please see this as a wildcard and pick whichever of the ao3 wrapped questions you haven’t done yet 💜

Hi Lia!

I'm going to take this an an opportunity to answer three 😉

23 Did you do any collaborative works this year?

Yes! My first ever! The Icing On The Cake with @iwouldnevergetintofanfic for the wonderful @purplehoodiesandclementines.

I always joke that I do not play well with others, and always begrudgingly write “works well in a team!!! 😁👍” on any job applications. But Jo is such a dream to work with and made the whole experience an absolute joy.

24 Did you write any gifts this year?

Yes! Two! The birthday gift above and a sick fic (Simon Eriksson Is Not Sick) for @iwouldnevergetintofanfic.

25 Did you receive any gifts this year?

Yes! Another sick fic (A Bad Case Of Butterflies) from @iwouldnevergetintofanfic (it's definitely lurgy season 😷)

Thanks for the ask. I think I've answered most of these now. But I am absolutely always up for talking fic (mine or anyone else's), so if anyone wants to duplicate any of these questions, or ask anything else, or talk about your own fic unsolicited, PLEASE DO!

[shitpostingkats]

Yu-Gi-Oh Review Roundup: Zexal!

Favorite main character: Astral

Yeah, I like the funny little autism alien. Everyone contain your shock.

But aside from the fact that there is a main character who is a glowing floating non-human, Astral is such a well written character. He starts with some of the barest foundations of a personality, being literally an amnesiac with no idea what is going on. Over the course of the show, you watch him slowly learn about the world around him and his place in it. Same with his relationship with his co-protagonist, Yuma! They start off very combative, but then learn to rely on each other, then a blossoming friendship, until they grow into fully loving and protective best friends. And we get to see that! All the little moments of their friendship is onscreen from day one. 

And aside from Yuma, Astral is just???? Hilarious??? He has this very dry sense of humor that is so anachronistic to the rest of his general naivety and it makes me smile EVERY TIME. He’s FUNNY. 

A personal pet peeve of mine is the assumption that autistic coded characters don’t understand jokes, and the only way to make them work in a comedy setting is to have the audience laugh at them. No!!! Astral’s just got his own wacky sense of personal humor! Even as he grows closer to Yuma, he still has his witty jabs, but this time they’re affectionate. This really is the way he talks, not just some consequence of amnesia and social bluntness. I love him. He’s clever and funny and caring and learning to love and awkward and awesome.

Also, he glows and floats. 

Favorite antagonist: Vector

Vector may not be the most consistently written character, but GOD IS HE FUN.

About 80% of my love of Vector is just in the visual appeal of his design and animation. The black and grey, almost like a gargoyle, with pink accents, plus his chrysalis/butterfly/alien duel disk? Mwah. Because barians don’t have mouths or eyebrows, their facial animation has to be really exaggerated to convey expressions. Vector’s face is made entirely of squash and stretch.

Add on top of that the dub’s pitch perfect and very fun vocal performance, and I just grin every time he comes onscreen. The actor manages to sell how this guy is a wildcard and just evil for the FUN of it. The giddiness in his voice whenever tormenting someone with evil cardgames. Every one of the barian emperors is like “And then there’s this guy. What a weirdo. We’re not 100% sure why we keep him around, but he is OUR little office chaos gremlin and he is a VALUED MEMBER OF THIS TEAM.” 

 When Shark is introducing all the emperors after reclaiming his title, his literal words when he gets to Vector are just: 

“Vector! Need I say more?” 

And even after trying to kill Nash like three times, he’s still in the final Friendship Lineup for the duel of three worlds, his monster used with complete honor and seriousness, complete with a special summoning chant and battle cry. 

THEY GIVE HIM A SPACE IN THE FRIENDGROUP AFTER HE TRIES TO DESTROY THE ENTIRE WORLD.

Favorite side character: Nistro

Check it off the Spk Himbo Bingo, everyone. 

Dextra and Nistro are honestly some of the highlights of the show for me. I love it when yugioh side characters are allowed to recur and get minor character arcs that don’t subtract from the plot but still have an overarching development. The two of them show up in the duel carnival, first working security, then resigning and entering the carnival as competitors. While Dextra, professional, focused, does not make any major changes to her appearance, Nistro seems to revel in the chance to finally wear his full length flame/fur coat. It’s a subtle characterization, but it makes his ultimate turn to WWE wrestler completely believable. 

He’s excitable, hot-headed, and values his relationship with Dextra; the two play off each other very well, somewhat paralleling the dynamic between Yuma and Astral. And, I cannot stress enough how much I loved having a male and female relationship that was just. Good. Dextra is an equal and he cares for her completely, and they work well together, both in chemistry and in their literal jobs. It’s just. Nice. To have this background duo with no drama or yugioh-female-character weirdness.

Nistro just happens to be my personal favorite because he decided the best way to confront an alien hostile was to hit a baseball at them, then casually lean on the bat and smirk. 

Favorite duel: Yuma vs. Eliphas

Basically the entire show, Astral World is this big question mark in the lore. So when we finally got to see and go there, I was excited. Like, kicking my feet and flapping my hands excited. (This is yugioh, after all. It wouldn’t be completely out of the question to just never explore this cool alien world that holds a ton of answers to questions in the plot.) Also, because at this point we had been missing Astral for several episodes, and I was ready for Yuma to have his funny alien bestfriend back. 

But first he’s got to duel for it.

And boy is it a good duel.

Eliphas is a great antagonist, his archetype being based around not only being powerful, but on being levels of power far above his opponent. In one duel, we get the whole deal of Astral world: toxic superiority. His monsters are all wonderfully creatchury, tapping back into some DM era egyptian aesthetics, and just delightfully weird. Etheric Amon is also a highlight. I especially love how it calls to mind the silhouette of Monster Reborn, and the pillar fading near the base gives it a trippy optical illusion effect. 

Being the first person besides Yuma and Astral we see use Shining Draw, it’s an excellent and immediate threat that instantly ratchets up the tension. Same with the New Order numbers using exactly the same summonings and sound cues as regular numbers. The magical powers our protagonists have been slowly mastering through the entire course of the series? Child’s play. Not even anything special.

Yuma v. Eliphas also kicks off the longest chain of duels that I unilaterally love that I have so far seen in yugioh. From this to the duel on the moon, it’s just all bangers.

Favorite arc: Mythyrian Numbers War

Zexal is the first show I’ve really agreed with the general consensus on the quality curve: It gets better as it goes on. Part 2 is just exponentially stronger, and with every episode grows more into its potential. That said, I kinda like the funky monster of the week format the pre-duel carnival had.

So the search for the mythyrian numbers feels like the best blend of those two flavors. It’s basically an arc of cleverly delivered build-up for the main villains, introducing each barian emperor’s backstory one at a time. Plus, some broader worldbuilding about Astral and Barian, which after over a hundred episodes of no answers, was sorely needed. 

It gives the villainous coterie some personality. Dumon’s quiet honor and chivalry, Alito’s brash competitive streak, Girag’s raccoon-based military career. The emperors are a highlight of Zexal, and it’s in large part to this time spent fleshing out each one’s personality and past. And we still get to bounce around to wacky locations and weekly boss monsters. Then, with the mini arcs of Astral World and the three barian mercs, it just encapsulates all of my favorite parts of this series. 

Greatest strength of the series:

*points at Yuma and Astral on the cover art*

It’s them.

My controversial yugioh opinion is I didn’t really love DM. I found the pacing boring, the duels awkward, and that it never delivered on some of its strongest ideas. The basic premise, two souls in one body, one foreign and confused, contrasted by the plucky average joe? Awesome idea. How do they interact? How does that partnership develop, literally sharing a headspace? What sort of adventures do the two of them get up to, racing around the world to uncover the secrets to the amnesiac’s past?

What does this have to do with Zexal?

Yuma and Astral is everything I wanted from Yami and Yugi, and more.

While I found the number of Yami & Yugi interactions in DM frustratingly few, I liked the idea of dual protagonists, and was curious what a well written version of that dynamic would look like. Zexal makes having two protagonist really work. They’re just a delight. From the stumbled irritation of first meetings, then the unsteady alliance of companionship, to straight up would-die-for-each-other partners. They both share the spotlight, learning from each other as the show goes on, and compliment in all the right ways. Their banter feels organic and refreshing, you truly believe these two are the best of friends. When they lose each other it’s painful, when they reunite, it’s cathartic. Their bond is literally the foundation of the show, in a way that I didn’t really see in Yami and Yugi, or the criminally little time we got with Jaden and Yubel. The first time we see Astral smile is when Yuma calls him a friend. There’s a billion little moments like that. The two of them speaking in tandem the first time they work in sync. Astral’s pure delight at getting to experience food for the first time as Zexal. Yuma’s desperation when he thinks he’s misplaced the emperor's key. A massive chunk of the show goes to building up these two, and, by the end, it’s far and away the biggest success of Zexal.

Weakest Points:

A good chunk of the writing effort apparently went into perfecting Yuma and Astral’s dynamic, because other characters suffer from a distinct lack of consistency. 

Shark, love him though I might, spends 2/3rds of the plot having no real reason to be there, then hard pivots into a heelturn that’s really cool, but breaks down the more you think about it. His entire motivation for the duel carnival arc was getting back at the person who hospitalized his sister, then he helps out with the fight against the barians for supposedly the same reason? Despite them having kind of next to nothing with Rio’s injuries. You could make the argument that his hatred of the barians is motivated by suppressed memories of Vector being responsible for his sister’s death when they were humans, except the second he recovers those memories, he turns around and goes back to leading them without so much as an unkind word to Vector. 

He’s not the only villain of the series to suffer from some questionable motives. Vetrix is also a mess, wanting to avenge Kazuma and himself by *checks notes* Opposing Kazuma’s son and abusing his children. Dr. Faker is equally comically antithetical, committing warcrimes for the sake of his sons yet treating both horribly.

Yes, there’s explanations given, but nothing that feels real to the character, just last minute plot twists. Vector’s appealing because he’s a loose cannon, yes, but he has the strength of performance and writing where that’s a believable aspect. His consistency is he’s inconsistent, and takes great delight in being so. Every other main villain feels like they’re just being jerked around into the shape the plot requires of them.

Also, for how exciting it feels to get answers in the latter half of Zexal II, it’s a bit much, even for yugioh, to hold the basic worldbuilding in such a stranglehold until then. Heck, no one even asks why the barians and astrals are fighting until like, episode one hundred. Even characters where it feels in-character to ask, to investigate, they simply. Don’t. For a series this long, I’d love to see that aspect worked into a more reasonable drip-feed of information.

Most yugioh moment: 

“Pack your bags, galaxy-eyes. We’re headed to the moon.”

He says this so seriously. Does he really mean for galaxy-eyes to get its little dragon suitcase and get ready for their trip? Is this a little joke, between an eighteen year old and his emotional support piece of cardboard? HE’S SO CASUAL ABOUT JUST. HEADING TO THE MOON. They need to have a card game on the moon for the sake of the world that is the single most yugioh plot beat of all time.

[9toji]

could i please request some kind of hc/drabble of what character/s you think would be good at being publicly protective of reader? coming from someone paranoid of men in public, what characters do you think would take a fear like that seriously and make you feel safe?

thank you 💗🙏🏽

‧₊˚✩彡 KEEP YOU SAFE ! — jjk & bllk boys

characters ; gojo, megumi, kunigami (post-wildcard), rin

rina's comments ; i hope you're okay anon! i made this extra fluffy for you <3 i didnt know whether to write for jjk or bllk so i did both! hope you enjoy!! <3

tags ; established relationship, they keep you safe wherever you go

gojo was always the type to make you feel safe and to protect you, there are lots of things he'd like to shield you from but he lets you do what makes you happy, he doesn't want to feel like he's suffocating you. satoru always wants to see you safe and happy after all.

always the type to squeeze your hand in crowds, to make sure you two pass through with ease. being that tall had its advantages, he looks back at you a few times to make sure you're okay and that you're still beside him before leading you out of the sea of people on the streets.

assuring you that you were safe, in case you felt a little worried. “i'm here pretty thing, you're okay.” he whispers into your ear before proceeding to walk to wherever he wants to take you, you two always go out just because gojo loves trying new restaurants that he spots whenever he's away at work but he brings you so you don't feel left out and you get to eat the food he also wants to eat.

satoru spoils you with gifts whenever you two go out, even if you insist that you don't need such things. now, you have keychains dangling from your purse than matches his, keychains of little sushi figures that you two bought from a restaurant that sells them. “now we match!” he exclaims with a cheeky grin and a kiss to your forehead.

megumi isn't protective unless you two are outside, asking you to cling on to his arm while you two walk. and for both your pleasure, he holds your hand which he rarely does at home because his hands get all sweaty but during dates he insists to, so he can keep you close.

even when his hands get sweaty, he grips on to your hand tight. “i'll keep you close, let's wipe my hand off later.” megumi is shy about it, the fact that his hand gets sweaty because even though he's been with you for a while, he still gets a little nervous and shaky about physical touch.

on dates, he takes you to art galleries and small underground cafes. and when you ask about how he knows about such places since they're pretty unknown, he murmurs gojo's name which makes you laugh. knowing that gojo offers him advice too. even when the places you go to have few people inside, megumi is cautious.

“let's go look around, hold on to me.. okay?” your boyfriend asks with a soft tone, placing a soft kiss on your forehead as you two walk around. your hand and his own sweaty hand keeping you two close to each other, wiping his hand down with tissues whenever you two rest and sit down on benches.

kunigami is very protective of you, even when his demeanor doesn't really show it. “stay close.” he huffs indignantly, but there's a faint blush tainting his cheeks as you wrap you arm around him. always the one to give accidental resting bitch faces as he walks down the sidewalk, making him look scarier than he actually is.

he's the type to bring you to cutesy cafes, just because you want to. even to plushie stores where he examines each and every one, keeping you close by with a slight grin. kunigami loves seeing you happy, and so he squeezes your hand, and when you make a little ow! sound, he apologizes. not meaning to hurt you in his little moment of having butterflies.

every person or more specifically men that approach you whenever he goes off to the restroom receives a dirty look or a glare, the severity depending on the situation. his muscular arm placed on the man's shoulder as he gives a very simple, but scary-sounding, warning. “back off, they're mine.”

and when the man leaves, kunigami blinks at him with a confused look. not meaning to make the man extremely afraid of him, he looks to you and smiles. “at least you're safe, let's go?” rensuke asks as he lets you drag him away, inspecting more cute trinkets that caught your eye.

as a soccer celebrity, which rin hated being called by the way.. came with its advantages. not that he gets swarmed by loads of soccer fans but he does ask his bodyguards to accompany you on dates, which is a little awkward but he insists, because it means it'll give you two more room to breathe and it'll mean you'll be safe a lot more.

the go-to dating spots between you two are always expensive restaurants, that serve good food but in miniscule portions. so one day, you ask rin if you two could eat out to somewhere where you can eat more without missing out on good food, and rin contemplates before agreeing. immediately calling his bodyguards to accompany you two.

even with them around, rin always had a hand snaked around your waist to keep you closer. “you're alright babe, we'll be safe.” he looks behind him and sees his guards coughing as if they weren't used to seeing rin display affection, which was true.. since he always has a frown on his face while training or when he's alone. rin scowls and goes a little red, looking down at his shoes before smiling slyly at you.

rin actually enjoys the food at the local restaurant much more than the expensive, really expensive gourmet that serves only little, almost drop like sizes. your boyfriend sighs as he eats with gusto and when he turns to you and grins a little, he says slowly “let's come here more often, love.” wiping away the small spill at the side of your cheek. putting him in a good mood and even smiling at his fans that wait for him outside the small restaurant.

[narrators-journal]

It's just a flu

Boy oh boy, more Ryomina! I had to take a lil break from these guys to get some fresh ideas, but I still deeply love them, and Ryoji specifically hehehehe. So! Have this slightly rough Yandere scenario I cooked up for today <3

Ryoji Mochizuki proved to be an annoyance since the first day of his transfer to Gekkoukan. He was loud, he was touchy, he was obsessed with Minato Arisato. All around, he was a headache to deal with for the shaggy-haired emo. So, naturally, Minato avoided him whenever he could. After all, while he was stuck with him for classes, he could usually duck and weave through the throngs of excited students to evade the tall brunette.

That was especially helped by how Aigis would antagonize and get between the blue-haired wildcard and the brunette. Which, usually granted him an opening to avoid Ryoji’s beautiful blue eyes, bright smile, and soft, kissable face and spare him the horrible bellyaches the man stirred up within him. So, it was easy to see that Minato hated the new transfer student.

He hated the bell-like laugh Ryoji gave when he flirted with girls, and hated more the hoarse, rough, cackling laugh he gave whenever he’d crack a dark joke around Minato. He hated how soft his dark-chocolate-colored hair looked when the tall man ran his pale, elegant fingers through it to keep it swept back out of his face. He especially hated his eyes. Those captivating depths of blue. Those horrible, mesmerizing cerulean pools, he hated them. He hated Ryoji Mochizuki with all of his heart for everything he made him feel. “Minaaaaaa,” Ryoji whined, the patheticness of his voice doubled by the fact that his nose was stuffed with tissues and snot. “I feel like shit, funeral lily…” “You’d probably feel better if you laid down.” Minato muttered, his homework splayed out across his pale-wooded desk with his notes and pens. And, while he kept his eyes firmly glued to the math equations on his paper to ignore the parasitic butterflies in his belly, his arm was propped up on the brunette’s head. And, while Minato couldn’t see past his arm to see the man’s face, he could feel him nuzzle into his side, and could see how Ryoji had his arms snaked around his waist as if he were a teddy bear.

It was a pathetic pose for the transfer student to be in. He was the school’s beloved playboy, yet there he was, with his face buried into Minato’s side, clung to him for comfort over something as simple as a cold. It wasn’t a very charming sight to the normal Gekkoukan student.

To Minato, though, it was darkly wonderful. Even with the threat of catching the cold himself, Minato couldn’t help how Ryoji’s raspy whines and pathetic demands for attention and care warmed his chest in a way that simultaneously sickened the blue-haired man, but also delighted him until the brunette sighed. “Yeah...you’re right. I’ll head back to the dorms then. Sorry if I got you sick by visiting.” He said, before he got to his feet and stretched a bit. Unaware that his words hit like a fist full of smelling salts to the shaggy-haired man and got him to look up from his homework to scowl at Ryoji. “What? Don’t do that, you’ll only worsen your sickness. Plus, my immune system’s strong, your dorm mates would just get sick and it’d be a game of pass back in no time.” He argued, instantly disgusted by how huffy and upset he sounded, and how Ryoji’s brows lifted at his tone. He’d noticed it. “But, you don’t have anywhere for me to sleep? Do you want to share a bed with a sick man, funeral lily?” He asked, his voice slightly raspy from his sore throat and tissue-stuffed nose. A playful smile playing at his slightly chapped lips as he continued, “Or, are you just that attracted to me?~” “No,” Minato quickly snapped, his eyes turned back to his homework as he continued, “I just think it’s stupid to go getting sicker or risking sickening others. Like I said, if your dorm mate gets sick, it’ll just go between the two of you forever. And I don’t want to be clung to forever.” But, Ryoji continued to wear a knowing grin even as he moved over to Minato’s bed. “Sure, funeral lily~” Was all he offered, the fact that he knew of Minato’s shameful desire unhidden as he climbed into bed.

But, Minato only huffed and kept his eyes on the paperwork on his desk. The storm of jealousy and possessiveness squashed down while Minato studied the five he’d gouged into his paper and took a couple of deep breaths. Easy, you’re gonna come off like you get off to how pathetic he is. He scolded while Ryoji got situated beneath Minato’s blue-checkered comforter, taking the spot against the wall so that Minato had room and could easily join him. I wouldn’t actually give a shit if Ryoji got his whole dorm sick. I wouldn’t give a damn if someone else helps him feel better, or gets clung to.

Minato took another slow, deep breath at that thought. The anger in his belly a painful burn that he could do nothing to quell but ignore it and focus back on his school work. Ryoji as ignored as the small spark of joy his presence in the wildcard’s bed kept alive.