#hes literally the sweetest and he’s NEVER dry and hes really cute and hot and he makes being on tinder & talking to the other guys

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

ask me to leave and i’ll stay forever ; satoru gojo

synopsis; satoru is stubborn; even when plagued by such a high fever, he insists there’s no need to take care of him. thankfully, you’re equally as stubborn.

word count; 10.8k

contents; satoru gojo/reader, gn!reader, implied non-sorcerer!reader, sickfic, reverse comfort, sickening amounts of fluff, lots of petnames, satoru gojo vs the mortifying ordeal of being loved, just a tinyyyy bit of angst if u rlly squint, literally just satoru being pampered for like 10k words straight, he’s cute when he’s sick but still manages to be a lil shit <33, he’s also a huge sap you have been warned!!

a/n; what can i say, im a proud member of the ”satoru gojo needs to be babied relentlessly” club <33 he’s just a little guy!! tagging @catchuuu my beloved for being the sweetest enjoy a healthy dose of sick sleepy satoru <33 i am tagging all toru enjoyers in spirit btw i love u all

you’ve never seen satoru like this before.

head buried into a big pillow, white locks tousled and sticking to his forehead — skin sweaty, hot to the touch, with a flushed face to match. heavy breaths fall from his parted lips, blinking in and out of consciousness, squeezing his eyes shut.

it’s nothing like the joyous, loud, cocky satoru you’re so used to. he’s weak. he’s fatigued.

he’s completely, undoubtedly sick.

”really, baby,” he slurs, raspy and dry. still attempting to raise himself up, arms straining under the weight of his shivering body. ”there’s no need f’ —”

unceremoniously, his limbs give out beneath him, and he tumbles right back down; a meek little wince escaping his throat as his face falls back into the mattress. the sound makes your heart squeeze tightly in your chest.

”ah. that’s…” he tries to speak, a disgruntled hum muffled by the sheets. ”… annoying.”

satoru sounds frustrated. you can tell he’s resisting the urge to close his eyes, a little helpless, unable to even move properly, like a fish out of water. he’s still breathing unevenly, still sweating, still burning up — you can practically feel it, from where you’re standing, crouched down by his bed.

you’ve never, ever seen satoru like this. you’ve seen him sniffling during flu season, wrecked with headaches during rainy season. you’ve seen him vulnerable; not many times, but enough that it matters. 

but you’ve never seen him like this.

(and it makes you terribly anxious.)

”satoru, please just —” you croak, gnawing at your bottom lip. trying desperately to swallow the worry in your chest. ”don’t overdo it. please?”

you can hear the anxious little timbre of your own voice, and you can feel the frown tugging at your lips. but you can’t do anything to quell the insistent pitter patter of your heartbeat, the ache that accompanies it. satoru’s lying down, still trying to gather the strength to reassure you, even through the feverish haze clouding his mind. 

he looks so small.

this wasn’t what you were expecting to see, today. you were expecting to meet up with satoru, and see his happy little grin, those tiny dimples and freckles that only show themselves in the light of the sun. you were expecting to feel the weight of his hand in yours, as you strolled down to the new crêpe stand he’s been wanting to check out since he first found their instagram account.

you were expecting to see him happy. healthy. a little obnoxious, a little annoying — but hopelessly sweet. all the love you could ever need, molded into a human shape. your little angel.

a sigh slips from your lips. you can’t help it; because satoru is just so stubborn, so closed off, and he can be such an idiot sometimes. you knew something was off the moment he sent you that text, asking you oh so charmingly, apologetically, if you could postpone your date for just an hour or so. you knew something was wrong, but he still wouldn’t let up until you brought out the 🥺 emojis. 

and then he told you he was fine. it’s all he ever is, apparently.

my throat’s just a little scratchy, is all. wouldn’t want you to miss out on the voice you love so much, yeah?

give me an hour and i’ll be perfect for you. <3

moron.

he’s curled up in a fetal position, trying to stop himself from shivering, muttering little reassurances under his breath that you can’t make out. wearing ripped jeans and a nice jacket, like he was fully prepared to head out like this — like he genuinely thought an hour, some painkillers and a dream would be enough to chase away a fever this severe. like he was so desperate to see you he was fully willing to take that risk.

moron. moron. he should’ve called you the moment he realized he was sick. instead, you had to coax him into letting you come over, with a flurry of sad and cute emojis you know make him go weak at the knees when they’re coming from you.

and here you are. in satoru’s house, in front of his bed, trying to convince him that he is, in fact, sick. 

but he just won’t listen.

”just — gimme a couple minutes, honey?” your boyfriend mumbles, barely coherent, stringing words together haphazardly. awfully dizzy. ”i just need the painkillers to kick in, i promise i —”

”satoru.”

there’s a sad tint to your voice, now. unmistakable. one that satoru notices, even through the feverish, muddy filter over his reality. 

and it makes him quiet down.

(he doesn’t want to disappoint you.)

as gently as you can, you settle down on the bed, eyes painfully softened. overflowing with care. towering over him, leaning close — to press your lips against his scorching forehead, brushing away his sweaty bangs with a palpable tenderness. your voice soothing, coming out almost as a low coo. you’re frustrated, and exasperated.

but most of all, you’re worried.

”go back to sleep,” you hum, a gentle command. your hand finds his, cold skin meeting warm, tracing circles over his palm. ”i’ll take care of you.”

”there’s no need,” he mutters, instantaneous. so used to denying kindness. 

but he curls an arm around your waist, anyway, tugging you closer; a little needy. like you’re much too far away for his liking. finally beginning to settle down, coaxed into resting by the soft touches your grace him with. it’s only a matter of time.

so you keep your lips against his forehead, cradling his slender fingers in yours, murmuring little whispered reassurances. and before you know it, his lashes have fluttered shut, like a white dove landing on the ground. he still looks so troubled, so meek. you can’t resist the urge to soothe him, hand cupping his face, thumb smoothing over the apple of his cheek. you watch him lean into it, eyes dripping with care. your poor baby. 

for a couple precious moments, you allow yourself to indulge in the sight. even like this, he looks a bit like an angel, a painting come to life. like one wrong brushstroke could smudge him. 

so you’re delicate, as you trace little hearts into his skin, delicate as you maneuver his body enough to peel the layers of clothing off him — leaving him in only an oversized tee and a pair of briefs. satoru can only whine, softly, so quiet you barely even hear him. so disoriented, on the brink of falling into a deep slumber. some part of him is trying to resist, you’re sure, still agonizing over the date he’s missing out on. as if anything matters more than his health.

but it doesn’t work. he can only let out a tiny groan, hopelessly pliant as you tuck him in, pulling a big blanket over his shoulders. you card through his hair, another soft kiss planted on his sweaty forehead — and your hand stays between his locks until you’re sure he’s asleep. his breathing mellows out, his grip around your waist loosens, seeking comfort from you even in his dreams.

you’d crawl under the blankets with him, but you have work to do.

stealing one final glance at your fever-ridden lover, your heartbeat ricochets. he still looks so meek, all warm and sweaty, shirt sticking to his skin. a frown tugs at your bottom lip.

satoru is always so stubborn, refusing to lean on others for support. you wish he had called you immediately, nagged at you to come baby him. sure, you might’ve sighed in faux exasperation, and teased him a little, but it still would’ve made you feel happy. useful. and you would’ve done it in a heartbeat. maybe, if you just prove that you can take care of him properly, he’ll do it next time.

so you stand up, leaning down to press your lips against his forehead one last time, and make your way towards the kitchen.

satoru’s house is spacious. a little too spacious, enough for at least three people to live in comfortably; nice furniture, an expensive sofa in the living room, a large tv you’re almost certain he only keeps around for white noise. such are the ways of the rich, you suppose. he doesn’t invite you over very often, so you’ve never had the chance to get very affiliated with the space. it’s always the other way around — him, waiting for you on the couch when you get home, chirping out an unconvincing don’t even worry about it, baby! when you ask how he got in without a key. or him, showing up at your doorstep in the middle of the night, filling the sleepy silence with jokes to distract you from the bags under his eyes.

(he likes it when you cling to him in your sleep — he sleeps a lot better that way. that’s what he told you, at least, when you brought him coffee in bed that one time. a little glimmer of honesty.)

he stays over so often he might as well just move in, but you aren’t really sure how to even approach that subject. some part of you fears it’d be too much, too intimate, that he’d pack his bags and run away. bringing all his secrets with him, that soft laughter you’ve grown so fond of. so you figure it’s better to let him make a home out of yours, let him curl up on your couch and snack on the candy you hid in your kitchen cabinets. that’s safe for him.

and now that you’ve seen his home up close — if you can even call it that — you think you’re starting to understand his preference. because it’s spacious, yes, but also empty. save for expensive furniture and fake houseplants, there isn’t anything to indicate that the apartment belongs to him, that he feels comfortable there. like he hasn’t even bothered to make it his. like it’s about to be sold, and you’re just one of the potential buyers, checking the place out. admiring the patterns of the floorboards and the walls.

it doesn’t feel like satoru at all. 

his own bedroom was another story, a much more pleasant one. a lot more satoru. filled with little trinkets, key charms and souvenirs and silly figurines. a framed photo of three students by the windowsill, an old uniform hanging by his closet, socks strewn about here and there. a dying houseplant. comic books and movie posters and a ps5 you don’t think he’s touched since he finished spiderman 2. a king sized bed, that makes him look like a spoiled little princess when he’s lying in it, next to a cat plushie you won for him at a fair. knowing he actually sleeps with it kind of makes you want to cry.

there’s this particular scent, too, lingering in the air. mellow, nostalgic, the kind that soothes you with just a whiff; a blend between sunlight, expensive cologne, and something sweet. it clings to all his favorite clothes, to his skin. you’d live in it if you could. 

something constricts, inside your chest — like thorny vines strangling your beating heart, pressing down ever so slightly. just thinking about it, about him, about his distressed expression as his head hit the pillow. making your way over to his kitchen, getting yourself affiliated with the space, preparing to make a good soup for his fever. the fridge is almost empty, save for sweets and that one drink you like. the takeout boxes on his kitchen table tells you all you need to know.

it only makes you worry more.

luckily, you were clever enough to buy your own ingredients on the way here. chop, chop, into tiny little pieces. chicken soup should help, shouldn’t it? it’s all you can focus on, all you can hope for. anything is fine; you just want to help him, be of use somehow. he does so much for you.

you just want to give some of it back.

satoru’s loneliness is a subtle thing. flexible, alert, slipping away at the slightest sign of knowing eyes. for someone who’s so often surrounded by people, cracking jokes and laughing louder than anyone else, he doesn’t seem to make any noise when he’s alone. he curls into himself, just a bit, and a kind of reminiscence smooths over the contours of his face. 

that’s when you see him. that lonely, lonely guy. resigned to his self-imposed isolation, paradoxically yearning for something more. watching as the cherry trees bloom, like they’ll give him the answers he seeks once they bear fruit.

but the moment you come into view, he smiles. knowing you won’t push it — that you’ll let him take his time. that you’ll let him flee, just a little. 

still, you can’t help but wish he’d lean on you a little more. you wish you could chase his loneliness away with a pitchfork, but it’s a fickle creature. you somehow doubt he wants to part with it. 

all you can do is love him. love him, love him, and love him some more; until he’s had his fill.

(you’re not sure he ever will. it’s a good thing, a very good thing, because you’re almost certain you’ll never run out.) 

and that’s why you’re here. in his ghost of a home, his kitchen, pouring water into a large pot. tender, sprinkling love over every single action, every slice and dice, every piece of chicken and veggies thrown into the boiling water. you try and you try, hoping it’ll reach him.

but before you can make another attempt, something reaches you, instead.

two long arms curl around your waist, suddenly, something warm and soft pressing itself against your back. and you almost flinch, completely caught up in the stirring of the soup, unsure of how much time has passed since you began. it jolts you out of your thoughts. 

you know who it is, though. never mind the fact that he’s the only other person in the apartment; you know it’s him by his touch alone, the weight of his arms, that particular scent that surrounds him. like memories of summer.

it’s awfully sweet, the way he clings to you, the soft little blissful sigh that slips from his lips. but before you can feel moved at the domesticity of the gesture, worry clouds your senses. he doesn’t even get the chance to speak.

”satoru —” you place a palm on his forearm, craning your head to look back at him. his forehead rests against your shoulder, and his eyes are closed. he’s still so warm, too warm. ”what are you doing here? you should be resting.” 

your boyfriend mumbles something, under his breath, something that your ears can’t quite digest. he shifts, a little, as if getting ready to put on some sort of act — to smile and joke, or laugh and tease you. you can imagine what he’d say if he wasn’t in such a feverish state; he’d hug you from behind, a low purr of what’cha up to? whispered right into your ear. then you’d jolt, and he’d giggle sheepishly, satisfied with the reaction.

but now, all he can do is cough. still leaning against you, gripping onto your midriff a little more desperately than usual. you step away from the stove, turning around, making sure your hands never leave his. looking up at him with concern in your eyes, noticing his little frown.

”c’mon, you need to lie down.” you reach for his cheek, cupping it in your palm, and he practically melts into it. enjoying the chilly sensation to his fever-ridden skin. “the soup’ll be finished soon, okay?”

”… you made,” he tries, syllables falling from his lips haphazardly. ”soup —” a series of coughs. they cut him off, and the worry in your chest only deepens. 

“don’t push yourself, okay? you’re really sick, dummy.” satoru pouts, but doesn’t say anything, only clinging to you tighter when you usher him away. “let’s go back to your room, alright?”

but he won’t budge. he’s so sleepy, so sick and delirious, putting all his body weight on you. you try your best not to stumble beneath it.

”honey,” you plead, holding him securely in your embrace. his arms around your waist, your hands on his shoulders. ”work with me, please? just gotta get you back to bed —”

”’s…” he whispers, suddenly, a raspy little thing. scratchy, meek, awfully earnest; you wonder if he’s too sick not to be. ”… too lonely without you.” 

a moment passes. your breath hitches pitifully, at the base of your throat.

satoru is hugging you so tightly, as if you could disappear at any moment, slip away if he doesn’t keep you close. he’s holding you as if pleading for comfort, for a touch of safety. as if he needs you. if his meek little admission hadn’t already melted your heart the marrow, that thought certainly would’ve done the job.

taking a moment to collect yourself, you inhale, face surely aflame. satoru just nuzzles into your shoulder, too tired to say anything else, wanting to be close to you. it’s a wonder your knees don’t buckle.

gently, you let your hand trail upwards, palm smoothing down his hair. softly, like he’s a clingy, overgrown cat. ”sorry,” you start, just a little breathless. ”i’ll be with you, okay? won’t leave you alone. i promise.”

there’s an earnesty in your words that you doubt you could ever fake. satoru must hear it too, you think, because he finally begins to work with you. allowing you to stumble towards his bedroom, supporting his weight.

but once you make it to his bed, he still refuses to let go of you.

”toru, gotta go finish that soup. ’n make you some tea.” you rub his back, soothingly, as he nuzzles into the crook of your neck. shaking his head and emitting a throaty groan, only squeezing you tighter when you try to guide him under the covers. how cruel of him, to act so cute when said soup is most likely boiling over by the stove. ”please, sweetie? it won’t take long. i promise. you can go back to sleep.”

another groggy huff. you’re both still standing by the edge of the bed, and satoru still won’t let you leave. all you can do is sigh, smearing a little kiss against his neck. 

he squirms, ever so slightly, and you get an idea.

so you keep pressing little kisses against his skin, knowing just how to make him melt. feeling him relax in your embrace, snuggle into your chest, so pliant that he lets you tuck him in — as long as your lips stay pressed against his jaw. before he can realize what’s happening, you grab hold of the blanket, draping it over him; his half-lidded eyes blinking up at you. you press a final kiss against his forehead, grabbing the cat plushie from the edge of the bed and placing it close enough for satoru to reach if need be.

”i’ll hurry, toru. be a good boy and stay here, alright?” 

a teasing lilt sneaks into your voice, coaxed out by how adorable your boyfriend looks like this; baby blue eyes all droopy, snowy hair messy as it falls across the cushion he’s resting on. blinking sluggishly, grunting a little in response. 

when you scurry off the bed and make your way towards the door, you glance back at him. he’s still looking in your direction, with half-lidded eyes, and your chest aches. ”i’ll be back soon, baby,” you try to soothe him. “try to sleep.”

this time, you hurry. body working almost on autopilot, images of your boyfriend still tugging at your heartstrings like he’s arranging an orchestra, moving your legs forward. before you know it, you’re walking back, carrying a tray with both your hands. steam wafts up from the hot soup and the warm cup of tea, shaking a little as you walk, a pair of painkillers in your pocket. just in case he needs more. an eager, pulsating joy rushes through your veins — now you can be with him, tend to him, not leave him alone in a room so like him you wish you could stay there forever. 

your footsteps are light, almost careful as they cross the threshold. satoru stirs, waiting for you to come to his side, looking like a kicked puppy in his giant bed. he tries to lift himself up, but it looks like it requires an intense amount of focus, like his elbows could buckle any second. 

”careful,” you croon, hurrying over, placing the tray on the nightstand. gently pushing him back down on the mattress. he complies almost instantly, too out of it to put up a real fight. staring at you, as if in awe.

to satoru, you appear almost as an angel, a somewhat blurry figure that he recognizes without looking. your very presence is soothing, like a lullaby in human form. with the hazy filter clouding his mind, he can’t even seem to form words correctly — all satoru can focus on is you. your movements, the lilt of your voice, a cold hand dulling the heat of his forehead.  

his fever still hasn’t gone down. you try and muster a smile, but you’re sure it must look painfully coated in unease. crouching down, you place your elbows on the bed, your jaw meeting the mattress. you’re at eye level with him, now.

”hey,” you start, low and comforting. you don’t want to be too loud. ”sorry it took so long.”

using what little energy he has left, satoru crosses the distance between you, inching closer and closer. noticing it, you reach a hand out to cup his cheek — lips quick to find his forehead. a barely audible sigh leaves him, and you smile.

”d’you think you can eat?” you whisper, gazing at him fondly. treating him a little like a baby, maybe, but you can’t help it when he’s like this. quiet as a mouse. ”i made soup and tea… sound okay?”

he tries to make a noise. it comes out sounding like a strange blend between a dissatisfied groan and an affirming hum, but he still ends up nodding slightly. you wonder if indulging you is ingrained into his bone structure. 

”… okay. think you can sit up, toru?”

once again, your boyfriend only hums — but he does begin to move, trying to hoist himself up, wobbling pitifully. you help, keeping him steady until his spine meets the headboard. slumped against it, he blinks slowly, feverishly.

”thank you.” you press a chaste kiss against his cheek, before reaching for the cup of tea, the scent of chamomile and lavender filling your senses. you blow on it softly. ”here. it should help with your throat, so try to drink a bit, okay? s’ got honey in it.”

silently, he accepts the cup, bringing it to his lips. when he takes a sip, you catch the slightest hint of a grimace on his lips; even with your warning of careful, it’s hot, you think he must have managed to burn his tongue. 

satoru keeps his thoughts to himself, not wanting to worry you. but he can’t say bringing himself to drink it is an easy endeavor, with how sweaty it makes him feel, how it forces him to acknowledge how painfully dry his throat is. how he can’t even taste the herbs.

he wants to be good for you, though.

so he gulps it down, slowly, managing to sip almost all of it until you decide to give him a break. compared to this morning, he already feels just a little better, a little less like he’s in a fever dream. you’re sitting by the bedside, so patient, so caring. he can’t take his eyes off you, even now. clearing his throat, attempting to get used to speaking again. ”thanks.”

the mutter sounds strained, but slightly easier on the ears, easier to make out than before. courtesy of the honey, you assume. gosh, you hadn’t realized you’d begun to miss his voice so much. 

”no problem,” you hum, reaching over to tuck a strand of hair behind his ear. “think you can eat something? or is that too much?”

”’course,” he croaks. there’s a slight sense of liveliness in his eyes that wasn’t there before, but before he can continue, he’s caught off by a small coughing fit. harmless, but sufficient in making you worry. 

”no need to force yourself,” you soothe, patting down his head, watching as he quiets down. the tea might’ve given him a temporary energy boost, but you still don’t want him to overdo it. “just relax, satoru.”

he hums, weakly, and you reward him with a light ruffle of his hair. then you direct your attention to the soup on the nightstand, still hot, smelling of vegetable broth and fresh chicken and coriander. you bring the bowl down to your lap, and take a spoonful of the soup, blowing on it like you did with the tea. bringing it towards his lips. 

”i dunno if it’ll taste very good,” you admit, scratching absently at the back of your neck. ”but it should help with the fever, at least. i’d be happy if you could eat a bit.”

as his lips make contact with the metal of the spoon, satoru can’t help but let himself be swept away. he still feels a little too hazy, too feverish to really comprehend what’s happening; he feels oddly bare like this, vulnerable, a little afraid of what might come out of his mouth if he doesn’t keep it shut. so he opts to accept the treatment he’s receiving, not putting up a fight or making a fuss. not meeting your expectant eyes.

(he feels a little shy, being spoonfed by you. how very unlike him.)

the soup does feel soothing. he thinks he can even get a sense of the taste, how hard you must’ve worked on it. but more than anything, the way you’re acting is like balm to his soul — looking at him so kindly, treating him so tenderly. offering him spoon after spoon with gentle words of encouragement. being babied in such a way makes him feel so oddly content that he’s almost embarrassed. it should be the other way around. 

yet here you are, spoonfeeding him soup that you made yourself, because he’s sick, even though he hates to admit it, and you care about him. he allows the information to linger in the back of his head, for a while, wallowing in the comfort it brings him. fully comprehending it would take too much of a toll on him, in this state. 

satoru basks in the intimacy of the situation, and so do you. brushing strands of hair away when they stick to his skin, pressing your lips against his forehead to check his temperature. you keep doing it until satoru’s appetite dwindles.

”alright, that should be fine —” you glance down at the bowl, now roughly half-empty. more than enough, you think. ”uhh… how do you feel?”

”… better,” satoru answers, truthfully, the ghost of a smile on his glossy lips. ”thank you.”

for a second, you only stare, saying nothing. there’s something in satoru’s expression that catches you off guard, something that’s a little hard to identify. is it the way the light reflects off his skin, his pupils? the red, feverish flush of his skin? that flimsy little smile? or is it the honesty in his eyes, the way he’s looking at you like he’s trying to convey something he can’t put into words? 

as you look at him, take him in, the boy you love so dearly, you can’t help but feel like he just carved open his chest — let you peek inside his ribcage. it’s hard not to feel flustered, in the presence of something so vulnerable.

and he’s thanking you. as if taking care of him is a great burden, a chore, something you’d demand gratitude for. you want to tell him that it’s the bare minimum, the very least of what he deserves. the very least of what you could, should do for him.

you want to tell him that he’s safe, here. that there’s no need to be the strongest, whatever the hell that means, that he can let go of the burdens you know he hides from you. that he can just be your sick, terribly stubborn boyfriend.

”… okay,” is all you breathe out, every other word getting stuck in the back of your throat. ”that’s good.”

satoru’s fingers curl around yours, suddenly, where they lay on your lap. his movements are still a little groggy, disoriented, as he brings your hand up to his lips. they’re warm and soft, especially so in light of his fever. he closes his eyes, white lashes catching the light of the sun, flitting in through the haphazardly closed blinds. your heartbeat stutters.

”… love you,” he mutters. a soft little thing. your eyes don’t leave his face. and your lips part before your brain can instruct them to.

”i love you too,” you blurt out, instantaneous. like you couldn’t bear to keep him waiting, even for a second. ”… satoru.”

he smiles against your skin. he always does, at the sound of those words. you make him feel so terribly, terribly weak, all the time, everyday. you make him feel so human, and he can’t bring himself to think of it as a bad thing anymore. 

he’s still cradling your hand when he brings it down to the blanket. ”thanks for coming,” he continues, pushing himself. trying to get the words out while he still has the energy to say them. “you didn’t have to.”

they’re a little clumsy, a little stale on his tongue, but they’re honest. he is thankful — the prospect of being seen like this is discomforting, gruelingly so, but he doesn’t mind nearly as much if it’s you. he’d never tell you, but he did feel just a little lonely, when he woke up this morning. disoriented, enveloped by hot flashes of pain, in a way he’s not used to in the slightest. missing out on your date, too, that he had been looking forward to ever since you decided on a time. 

but, as if sensing it, you came to his rescue. the feeling of your lips on his skin was the first sensation he felt, when he woke up for the second time — with you by his side, this time. his guardian angel, carrying the scent of spring with you. a memory of a certain boy, of better times. 

(satoru thinks you’re nostalgia personified. he likes to imagine that you met as children, underneath a cherry tree somewhere, but he knows it’s not true. there’s no way he wouldn’t remember you.)

you smile. pleased, at his show of vulnerability, small as it may be. ”i wanted to,” you assure him. equally honest, equally full of double meanings and hidden messages that neither of you need to uncover to understand. ”… i care about you. of course i’d come.”

a light, raspy chuckle; that’s all satoru manages to vocalize. his mind is stuffed, and there’s an ache in his chest, longing to be filled. it’s been there for a while now. but somehow, you seem to fill it up, slowly but surely, almost effortlessly — with every sound you make, every slight movement, every flicker of an expression on your face. everything seems so effortlessly perfect, in his eyes.

the words leave his lips before his mind can think the thought to reel them back in. 

”what did i do to deserve you…?”

you blink. a moment passes.

then your eyes soften, considerably so, crumbling at the corners like the cookies satoru loves so much. he’s looking at you, eyes soft in a similar sense, layered over with adoration. you think the love inside your chest might crawl out of your throat and eat him alive.

you give him a chuckle of your own, quivering slightly. terribly fond. this time, you’re the one who drags his hand up to meet your lips; kissing his knuckle softly. his breath hitches.

”i’m the one who should be saying that to you,” you grin, a little weakly. and you mean it. you don’t think you’ve ever meant anything more. 

it’s so honest that it strikes a cord right down his heart, more heat than the fever can account for rushing to his cheeks. satoru hopes you don’t notice it. all he can do is squeeze your fingers, lightly, not trusting his voice not to break. silence lingers, and you only gaze at him softly. 

”… do you want anything else?” you finally ask, with a tilt of your head. still so eager to assist, racking your brain to come up with anything else to do for him. ”i’ll get it for you, no matter what it is.”

and, truthfully, satoru thinks you’ve done more than enough. more than he could ever make up for. but he’s always been greedy, and there’s one thing, only one thing, one thing he can’t help but ask for. something he craves more than anything. he can’t help but indulge himself, indulge in his selfishness, in the need to feel your skin against his. 

so he stretches his arms out, and looks at you with a distinctly needy glint in his eyes. his fingers move in a grabby motion, almost unconsciously, and he might’ve been embarrassed if he wasn’t still so feverish. all he wants is to keep you close, to make the hollowness inside his chest dissipate. you always make that lonely feeling go away.

needless to say, you heed his request. almost instantly, your heart pumping in a steady rhythm, with this visceral desire to keep him close, to protect him. and who are you to resist, when he’s asking you for it himself?

you waste no time crawling beneath the covers, situating yourself right next to your lover. only then do you finally, finally, reach your arms out to pull him close; so close you feel the heat of his skin, the beat of his heart. his cheek meets the softness of your chest, snuggling closer, and you card a hand through his soft locks. his arms reach around your midriff, a perfect puzzle piece, and he releases an audible sigh — deep and satisfied. in his tired, clingy state, he subconsciously throws a leg over yours, trapping you further. 

you wouldn’t have it any other way. 

finally, satoru can fall asleep. with the fever still clouding his senses, and your nimble fingers smoothing along his scalp, the occasional kiss to his head as he listens to your soft heartbeat, he’s drifted off before either of you know it. melting into you, into your warm embrace, cheek squished against your chest. tiny little breaths fall from his lips, and you feel like you’re cradling the whole world in your arms. 

you’re relieved. making yourself comfortable on your back, with satoru sleeping soundly on top of you, hoping he’ll feel better when he wakes up. careful, even with your breathing, intent on letting him sleep. knowing he doesn’t get nearly as much rest as he should, most days. 

before long, even you succumb to the cozy atmosphere, gradually dozing off. satoru is always warm, even more so now, and his weight is comforting.

stifling a yawn, you tug him a little bit closer, allowing your eyes to flutter shut. you could use a day of catching up on lost sleep, too.

when you wake up, you’re acutely aware of something poking your cheek.

it’s a ticklish sensation, sort of irritating, and it rouses you from your cozy slumber. disgruntled, so cruelly ripped away from your sweet dreams — satoru was in it, you think. you feel robbed.

still, you can’t be too mad. not when the real deal is right in front of you, eyes crinkled and full of warmth, a teasing smile on his lips. he’s still snuggled into your chest, all cozy and cute, as you lay on your back, propped up by a myriad of fluffy pillows. he looks up at you adoringly.

”well hello there,” he purrs, shooting a giddy little grin your way. still poking your cheek. ”wakey-wakey, sunshine!”

a series of blinks. you stir a little further, the sleepy haze of your brain beginning to slip off, slowly but surely. it takes a couple of seconds for you to remember why you’re here, what happened before you fell asleep. 

”… hey,” you greet, at last, stifling a yawn and squeezing your eyes shut. stretching lazily, like a sleepy cat. ”how do you feel…?”

”i’m perfect. better than perfect, actually,” satoru chirps, a little cheeky, hoisting himself up so that he’s hovering above you. a hint of mischief in those pretty eyes. ”you’re a good nurse, y’know?”

you huff out a chuckle. as always, his actions reveal more than his words — you could tell he felt a lot better the moment you saw his smile, heard how he formed his words. “alright, that’s good,” you hum, exhaling softly. ”how long was i asleep? what time is it?”

”i woke up just now, too,” satoru lies, albeit a small one. he did wake up recently, only to spend what he thinks must’ve been at least fifteen minutes staring at you until he physically couldn’t take it anymore. he had to hear your voice, see your smile. it’s a personal record for him; usually he spends less time admiring your peaceful expression, far too eager to speak to you.

”it’s pretty late,” he continues, another small lie. pleased with himself. ”way too late for you to go back, actually. how about you spend the night?”

another blink, your eyelids heavy and droopy as they open and close. then you’re reaching for your phone on the nightstand, and checking the time. a smile is quick to bloom on your lips, teasing and bubbly, as you tilt your head to meet his gaze.

”it’s only four, satoru.”

”way, way too late,” he only reaffirms, flopping down on top of you again, keeping you from leaving. ”god knows what kinda creeps are out there at this hour — much too unsafe. i’m just looking out for you, baby.”

”of course,” you indulge him, a sly little roll of your eyes that makes him pout. ”you know i was planning on staying over anyway, right?”

”well, of course! i wouldn’t expect anything less from my favorite nurse.”

his eyes betray his words, gleaming with a sudden colour of excitement, all glitter and relief. a joy that clogs up his throat like seafoam, and spills out from his lips. you look down at him, for a second, unable to resist the temptation — reaching for his forehead with the back of your hand. 

it’s significantly less scalding, now. 

you let out a sigh, laced with relief, one you didn’t know you’d been holding in. ”it really has gone down,” you hum, stretching the sleep from your limbs again. “that’s good.”

satoru huffs. ”i said i was perfect, right? don’t you trust me, my sweet lover?”

”i never know with you,” you give him a huff of your own, exasperated. fond. “you said you were just fine this morning, too.”

”i was!” he whines. piling up lie after lie. “i totally could’ve made it to that date, you know. i got worse because you had no faith in my abilities.”

”right. of course.” you shoot him a lopsided grin. ”you just don’t wanna admit the fever beat your ass, huh?”

”see? no faith.” a chuckle slips from your lips, and satoru has to bite back a smile. ”unbelievable. i fought that fever off just for you, and here you are, laughing at me.”

”oh? i thought it was thanks to my top notch nursing skills?”

”well, that too! but it was mostly me.”

a sigh. “whatever you say.” then you’re smiling, once more, unable to help yourself. eyes crinkled at the edges, soft around the corners. ”i’m just glad you’re better. i was worried.”

satoru pouts, again, but you can tell he acknowledges it — your earnest concern. this is how you love, the both of you, through words that never say it all and actions that say the words your mouths can’t fit. decoding the meaning of it all in silent gestures, glints in your eyes. little truth games.

”you really thought a lil’ fever was gonna be enough to keep me down?” he shakes his head once, then twice. and you know that what he means to say is i never want you to worry. “c’mon, now, baby.”

another lighthearted roll of your eyes. ”yeah, yeah, yeah. my sincerest apologies, my strong, stubborn, totally-not-sick boyfriend.”

”don’t you mean your strong, perfect, beautiful, clever, flawless, totally-not-sick boyfriend?”

”don’t think i didn’t notice you sneaking the stubborn out of there.”

”hehe.”

a silent moment passes, something tender filling up the space between your words. satoru’s weight is still so comforting, like a big blanket, his arms enveloping you as he breathes in your scent. you’re so happy that he’s acting insufferable again.

”alright, my honeybee,” he suddenly chirps, breaking the silence, hoisting himself up. ”time to go. we can still get those crêpes if we hurry.”

you blink. once, then twice.

”… satoru.”

”yeah? what’s up?”

you give him an unimpressed look, gazing up at him, towering over you like he fully thought you’d be alright with letting him leave. ”you’re… not going out today,” you deadpan. “you know that, right?”

this time, he’s the one who blinks. once, then twice.

”huh? why not?”

”uh, because you’re sick, maybe?”

”what?” satoru pretends to be shocked, offended, as if he can’t believe you’d even suggest something so outrageous. ”i’m all better, though!”

you raise an eyebrow, thoroughly displeased. all better? ”your fever isn’t gone, satoru. it’s just not horrible anymore. you’ll get yourself even more sick if you go out now.”

”i won’t! seriously!” he insists, looking down at you with a sorry attempt at puppy dog eyes. ”i feel good enough to run a marathon!”

”you’re not doing that either,” you mutter. then a sigh, exasperated. you can’t let this charade go on for too long. ”come on, satoru — don’t be so stubborn. we can go there another time.”

”but —”

”besides, didn’t you say i have to spend the night because it’s too late to go outside? remember the creeps?” there’s amusement in your voice, a light smile on your lips. ”what if they get us?”

”well, they obviously won’t get you while i’m there,” he huffs. ”what, you don’t think i can protect you properly? you’re hurting me, angel.”

you bite back an incredulous laugh. god, he’s stubborn. you’re so in love with him you just barely restrain the urge to pull him in for a kiss.

”sa-to-ru,” you coo, dragging each syllable out, sending a shiver down his spine. ”we’re not going outside. end of discussion.”

”why not, though?” he continues to pout, still refusing to give in. resorting to cheap guilt-tripping. ”don’t you wanna go on a date with me? you don’t want to see me happy, is that it?”

you only sigh, thoroughly exasperated, reaching up to cup his cheek nonetheless. he nuzzles into it. ”you’re such a baby.”

”your baby.”

another sigh, to mask your adoration. at this rate, the back and forth will never end, so you scramble for solutions.

“can’t we just have our date here?” you suggest, after some contemplation. ”i bought some ice cream on my way here. we could watch a movie, or something. isn’t that enough?”

satoru’s eyes bore into yours. contemplative, as he lets the silence linger, gears turning inside his mind. he wants to go outside with you, wants to hold your hand and hear you hum happily as you bite into your crêpe; wants to steal a bite when you’re not looking.

but it is a tempting offer. you could eat ice cream, and binge a bunch of movies, and he could rest his head in your lap. coax you into playing with his hair.

(he’s maybe, just maybe, a little bit tired, too.)

so, finally, he sighs — softly. in resignation. 

”… well, i guess that’s fine,” he pouts, allowing himself to fall back into your embrace. his voice is muffled, as he nuzzles into the crook of your neck. ”i wanted crêpes, though…”

”i’ll get you your crepes,” you assure him, relieved to have reached a compromise. ”i can go buy ’em myself and come back. then we —”

”no, no, no!” satoru suddenly interjects. whining, tugging you closer. ”you’re not going anywhere. not without me!”

a sigh, just as adoring as it is fatigued. ”then i’ll… order crêpes, or something. or we’ll eat ice cream today and then crêpes when you’re better. does that sound okay?”

satoru is silent, for a while.

”… okay,” he hums. ”that’s fine.”

”haah. okay, good —”

”however!” 

you give him a look, a silent what now? that has him smiling. shuffling a little, in your embrace, planting his jaw on top of your chest and gazing up at you with a grin. ”instead of the crêpes, i want a kiss.”

you blink. exasperated, as an amused chuckle follows. ”so convoluted. you can just ask, you know?” you don’t give him time to answer, eager to appease the pouty man. ”whatever.” 

leaning in, you press a chaste kiss to his cheek. sweet and soft. to your surprise, he’s still pouting when you pull away. ”i meant on the lips,” he explains, as if it was obvious. 

a tilt of your head. 

”… but you’re sick.”

”so?” satoru just pouts, expression practically etched into his face at this point. ”you won’t kiss me anymore? just cause i’ve got a tiny, miniscule fever?” he huffs, turning his head to the right and shutting his eyes. ”if you don’t love me anymore, you can just say that.”

another sigh leaves your lips. he’s so ridiculous. you can’t really deny him, though.

”… fine. it’s your fault if i get sick, though.”

in the blink of an eye, he’s perked right back up. wagging his non-existent tail, closing his eyes and waiting for you to try again. silly.

but you relent. his lips are only slightly warmer than usual, and you choose to see it as the good sign it is, proof that his fever truly is starting to dissipate. you feel satoru relax, melting into the kiss, but before it can drag out too long you’ve pulled away. ”— there. happy now?” 

”for now,” he quips, equally teasing. he’s cute, though. a little kiss or two is a small price to pay for the spark of joy in his iris, even if it ends with you sick on your deathbed in a couple of days. 

”that’ll do,” you grin, hoisting yourself up with your elbows, carrying satoru with you, his jaw still on your chest. ”wanna go eat some ice cream, mr unreasonable?”

you don’t really need an answer. of course satoru wants ice cream. you’ve never seen him turn down anything sweet — and, lo and behold, he perks up again, getting into a sitting position. like an excited puppy. 

”got it,” you chuckle, stopping to think for a moment. “there’s soup left, too. but maybe you’d rather order something? it turned out kinda so-so.”

satoru gapes. ”you kidding? that was the best soup i’ve ever had!” 

his exclamation makes you roll your eyes, words so coated in confidence that you almost want to believe him. ”satoru. you don’t have to lie.”

”i’m not!”

”you couldn’t even taste it.”

”i could, i could!” he stubbornly whines. ”i tasted all your love. every single drop!”

you give him a look. he only grins at you, a little teasing, a little giddy. you can’t help but feel a bit embarrassed; averting your gaze with a sharp scoff, trying to appear unbothered. ”yeah? and how did my love taste?”

satoru leans forward. it’s sudden, and you blink, instinctively leaning back in turn. he’s wearing a signature smirk when he stops moving, close enough that you feel his breath on your skin. hot.

”delicious,” he purrs, glancing down at your lips. blue eyes gleaming with mirth. ”best thing i’ve ever had.”

you know he’s just trying to fluster you, so you try to fight against it, but it doesn’t work nearly as well as you’d like — crumbling under his gaze, averting your own with a quiet huff. and he lets you off the hook, satisfied with your embarrassed expression. pulling back slightly, letting you breathe. 

as swiftly as you can, you regain your composure. clearing your throat. ”well, you can have more of it later, then,” you make a move to get off the bed. ”let’s go eat ice cream.”

after being caged in by satoru for so long, your limbs are a little stiff, caught under the weight of his boundless love. when your feet hit the soft flooring, you stretch them out, watching satoru follow your lead. still clad in that sweaty shirt.

”you should probably get a change of clothes,” you suggest, exhaling as your muscles loosen up. ”you’ve been wearing that shirt all day.”

”oh? is that an excuse to see me out of it, sweetheart?” satoru grins, fresh mischief gleaming in his eyes. ”you know you can always just ask.” 

you huff out a sardonic breath. ”yeah, yeah, whatever. throw on a hoodie or something, weirdo.” you stifle a giggle when he makes an offended noise behind you. “and some pants.”

”you don’t like the underwear?” he looks towards the corner of the room, studying himself in the mirror. “this is an expensive brand, you know?”

”you’re the only person on planet earth who’d give a fuck about underwear brands,” you scoff, a little snarky. ”just — put some comfortable clothes on, okay? i’ll go get the ice cream ready.”

”wait!” he exclaims, attaching himself to you, curling his arms around your bicep. “you’re not allowed to go anywhere without me, remember?” 

“… okay, okay. hurry up and get changed, then.”

sitting back down on the bed, while satoru walks towards the closet, you scroll through your phone — refusing to meet his expectant stare. he wants you to look over, you’re well aware, just so he can tease you for trying to sneak a peek. but you’re not falling for it this time. 

when he’s done, he’s wearing a comfy hoodie and some sweatpants. it’s a good look on him, casual and cozy. awfully cute. he wastes no time in attaching himself to you, again, an arm linked with yours as you travel to the kitchen; grabbing the pints of ice cream from the freezer, a couple snack bags from the drawers, before plopping down on the couch.

satoru maneuvers you into his lap, and you don’t put up a fight, leaning into him as your back meets his chest. he keeps you locked in place, arms around your waist, planting his jaw on the top of your head. and he relaxes, comforted by your smaller body pressed up against his. holding you so close satisfies a certain protective itch in his brain, never failing to calm him down. a safe haven, of sorts.

you watch the movie and eat the snacks, chattering away, letting the silence linger every now and then. after a while, satoru gets a slight headache, resting his head in your lap and whining for you to soothe him. you do so without any teasing; you’re much too soft for him. and he’s still sick, even if he’s doing better. you couldn’t resist him even if you tried.

so you opt to indulge him.

”baby, i think my fever’s going up again…” satoru pouts, gazing up at you through fluttering lashes. ”can you check?”

you smile, with a raise of your eyebrow. ”this is the fifth time you’ve asked me to check your temperature, toru.”

”just wanna make sure,” he whines. “please?”

with an exaggerated sigh, you lean down, lips once again meeting his forehead — humming against his skin. nope, his temperature hasn’t gone up. just like it hadn’t gone up the last time you checked, or the time before that.

”you’re good.”

”oh, thank god,” he exhales. ”are you sure? like, a hundred percent sure? maybe you should check again. just in case.”

”satoru,” you coo, a teasing lilt on the tip of your tongue. ”you can just ask me if you want a kiss.”

”a kiss? scandalous. i just wanna make sure my condition doesn’t worsen.”

he’s grinning, and you’re rolling your eyes, and both of you know damn well you’re going to indulge him anyway. he sighs in satisfaction when he feels your soft lips on his heated skin.

”hmm…” you narrow your eyes, thoughtfully, before looking down at him with a teasing smile. ”nope. definitely still the same temperature.” 

”you sure?”

”a hundred percent.”

”hmm. okay, got it.” he rolls over, burying his face in your stomach. wrapping his limbs around your midriff. “that’s good. just wanted to check, you know?”

”of course.”

”might need you to check again soon. just to be safe,” he chirps, biting back a soft grin. you don’t bother hiding yours.

”got it, got it,” you coo, fingers carding through his messy hair. “anything for my sick baby.” 

satoru releases a soft breath, bordering on a giggle. you can’t help but let your smile grow wider, heart brimming with affection. you let it clog up your chest until the movie’s almost over, and you simply can’t help yourself anymore.

”your room is very like you.”

it’s sudden, breaking the peaceful silence, making satoru stir. you’re both starting to get sleepy again. but he blinks up at you, studying your expression before parting his lips.

”… oh? how so?”

“well…” you stop to think. humming, absently fidgeting with a lock of your boyfriend’s hair. ”when i first walked in, i thought the whole house felt kind of empty, you know?”

satoru hums. unsure of where the conversation is going, maybe just a little intrigued. he mostly just likes listening to you talk. 

”but then i went into your room, and — it just felt very you. kinda messy, and stuff, but cozy. and a little sentimental.” satoru looks up at you, admiring that certain soft glimmer in your eyes. you meet his stare with a smile. ”maybe it doesn’t make sense? i guess i’ve just been thinking about it.”

he closes his eyes.

there’s something soft in your tone, something silky and simple, and he can tell you’re being sincere. it’s something he likes about you — that willingness to be soft, almost pridefully so, to bare yourself even if you aren’t sure that he’ll return the favour. he likes to think it’s rubbing off on him, slowly but surely; he doesn’t think he’s quite as bad as before. telling you about things that are dear to him isn’t something that scares him, anymore. and even when you see him vulnerable, sick and delirious in bed, he isn’t afraid that you’ll use it against him.

you’re a comfort; his safe haven. a place to rest his weary head. maybe you always have been, even before he really got to know you.

”i like your place more,” he finally admits, lighthearted in its weight. your gaze flits down, but his is still lingering on the tv, not really paying attention to it. ”it feels very… you.”

a smile crawls up to rest against your lips. playing along, your hands finding solace in between his fluffy locks. ”how so?”

and satoru smiles. eyes sparkling with something mellow, like a soda pop cracked open on a boiling summer day. he shifts a little, just to gaze up at you again. ”it’s… homely. warm,” his smile only grows. “and awfully sentimental.”

he lifts a hand up, to touch your cheek. tender, as his thumb smooths against your skin. it’s warm, beneath his touch, heating up with every word he speaks. satoru’s love feels a little like the sun, when it spills out this fervently, like it could burn you into cinders — you think you’d be happy to lie in the ashes. he’s smiling at you, like sunshine, like little dusty specks of light. and he exhales.

”i wouldn’t mind staying there forever.”

the expression on his face is a lovely one. you take a moment to simply bask in it, desperate to etch it into your memory. you don’t think you could forget it even if you tried. how fondly the light of the room embraces him, that soft grin he’s shooting your way, only vaguely teasing. and his eyes, the gateways to his soul, so sincere you can’t look away.

you love this man with your whole chest. you knew before, you’ve known for a long time, but each day you fall in love all over again. it’s all you can think as you look at him, all snug and safe and happy in your lap.

you don’t realize you’ve been staring at him silently until he chuckles, pulling you out of your sentimental stupor. it only flusters you further.

”you’re cute,” satoru croons, still cradling your cheek. tender, soft fingertips against your heated skin. all you manage is a meek little furrow of your brows, but that only makes him chuckle again.

”… you can.”

he blinks. still smiling.

”stay forever, i mean.”

you can’t look at him, when you say it. the words are barely above a whisper, and you aren’t sure if they’re conscious or not. it’d be nice to say they just slipped out, but they feel somewhat deliberate, all the same. you know you mean them, either way. it’s the one thing you’re sure of.

this time, satoru is the one who can do nothing but stare, his expression unreadable. you try not to let your gaze wander to his face, his eyes; but through the peripheral of your vision, you feel like you catch a particular kind of sadness reflected in them. or maybe it’s something closer to yearning, longing. something like that.

”… well,” he finally hums, voice so low you barely pick up on it. ”maybe i will, then.”

you reach something. 

you catch a glimpse of it, at least, for just a second or two. something warm and bare, something simple and incomprehensible at the same time. an emotion so strong it leaves you reeling, yet still so light. it’s there and then it isn’t, just out of reach, and you think that if you could only find the courage to curl your fingers around his, then —

a laugh track plays from the tv, snapping you both out of your thoughts.

(the moment passes before you can fully understand it, fully comprehend it. maybe some part of you already has.)

…

satoru chuckles, reaching for another ball of mochi and popping it into his mouth. ”this movie’s awful, huh?”

”yeah,” you’re quick to agree, maybe a little too quick. grinning weakly. ”it’s good in a so bad it’s good kinda way, though.”

he hums in absentminded agreement, still chewing on the soft treat. keeping his gaze steady on the screen, the flicker of emotional scenes he hasn’t been keeping track of, barely resisting the urge to look up at you again. but his heart already feels a little too mushy for his liking — he’s not sure he could take it.

satoru doesn’t get sick often.

his immune system is strong, there’s no denying that. but more than anything, he simply can’t afford to be sick. there are people who need him, people who depend on him, and the idea of being in such a defenseless state — stuck in bed while the world continues to spin, unattended — makes him feel so anxious he could throw up. even sleeping makes him feel a little skittish, sometimes, though he’s gotten a lot better since he started falling asleep with you in his arms.

it’s funny, he thinks. before you, being sick wasn’t something that really existed in his world. if he felt a little under the weather he would simply puff out his chest and down a painkiller or two, waving it off with a flick of his wrist; no biggie, really. he’s satoru gojo, after all, and the world needs his eyes on it.

but then you came along. you came to his rescue, spring in your pockets, and you took care of him, with what he knows to be love. genuine, earnest concern for his wellbeing. his happiness.

yeah — it’s funny, for sure. satoru never thought he’d ever enjoy being sick. 

yet here he is, head in your lap, feeling you run your fingers through his hair. kissing his forehead whenever he whines, indulging his little convoluted ploys. bringing him soup, when he gets hungry again, soup you made yourself. he wasn’t kidding when he said he tasted your love through it; it was all he could taste, with his numbed out senses, all he could feel.

you’re so good to him. there’s nothing he would trade for these moments with you, absolutely nothing. he’s glad you came over, after all. glad you’re so stubborn, and oh so caring. satoru can’t help but smile, heart almost stuffed to the brim with gratitude — what could he possibly do with this immense love in his chest?

”i love you so much,” he blurts out, practically beaming. now you’re in his lap, again, and he takes the opportunity to smear openmouthed kisses against your neck. delighting in the little squeak you try to muffle.

”where did that come from?” you blink, squirming a little in his embrace. a movie is still playing on the tv screen, one better than the last — your attention was fixed on it before satoru broke the silence.

”just felt like saying it!” he only chirps, grinning ear to ear. ”i love you. you’re the best thing that ever happened to me,” he murmurs, earnestly, lips against your skin. ”my whole world.”

for a moment, you wonder if the fever is making him delirious. then again, this is pretty standard for satoru; always eager to fluster you, to shower you with love until you’re pushing him away. it’s overwhelming, but you’ve never minded. this is how you measure his love — little gaps between too much and never enough.

”… you’re not gonna say it back?” comes a whine, right by your ear. now he’s nibbling at your neck, little beast that he is, pouting because you let the silence linger for too long. he’s being such a baby about it. but you still rush to reassure him, echoing his words in earnest. 

”i love you too, satoru,” you smile, slightly exasperated. craning your neck so that your lips can meet his jaw, and satoru grins, giddy at the attention. ”my whole universe.”

satoru lets out a happy little noise, almost a giggle, sleepy and pleased. his arms squeeze you just a little tighter, like you could never be close enough, even when he’s got you in his lap like this. if he could, he’d keep you there all the time. attached at the hip, close as can be. 

even with a ruined date, even after worrying you, he feels well and truly satisfied. because you're here, and you’re watching a good movie, and you’re gonna stay over tonight. when it gets dark out, he’ll get to fall asleep cuddled up beside you, hold you in his arms and feel you nuzzle into his chest. then he’ll pepper your face with kisses to wake you up, and you’ll grumble all sweetly, and he’ll carry you to the kitchen despite your grumpy protests. you’ll eat breakfast together, chatting and enjoying the way the sunlight flickers around the room like a happy cat. maybe he can even make you breakfast himself, to thank you for today. 

if the fever’s gone by then, you’ll probably let him outside. then you can go get those crêpes, and maybe go to a park, or to the movie theatre, or a fun arcade, before heading back to your apartment to relax. and then he’ll stay over. the day after, too. and the day after that.

living together with you wouldn’t be so bad, he thinks. it wouldn’t be bad at all, actually. 

the thought has been on his mind for a while, now. getting to fall asleep with you every night, eat breakfast with you every morning, see more of your footprints in his life… satoru can’t think of anything he’d like more. maybe he’ll start hinting at it, slowly but surely. if he can lure you into broaching the subject, that would be ideal — but if he has to, he doesn’t mind doing it himself. you’re worth the emotional toll.

you curl into your boyfriend a little further, his jaw now resting cheekily on the top of your head, large palms underneath your shirt and rubbing circles into your bare skin. you have no idea what he’s thinking, no idea about his plans, and he thinks that’s for the best. he knows you’ll indulge him, at the end of the day.

maybe he’ll just ask you, tomorrow. if you say no, he can just blame it on the fever making him delirious.

#save me sick soft sweet sappy satoru….. save me…….. #he means the wholeeee universe to me :’3 i love this specific toru sm !! i really do think he’s a lonely sweetie at heart :(( #i wrote this fic a LONG time ago but i polished it a bunch so hopefully it doesnt feel rusty !! #i scrambled to come up w a title in time but i think this one kinda slaps idk … im severely sleepy rn so it might. Not be. though 😭😭 #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x you #gojo x reader #gojo x you #gojo x y/n #jjk fluff #gojo fluff #jjk x you #jjk x reader #gojo satoru x y/n

[hentyehottie]

Oh nothing, just thinkin about a cute, chubby little babe whose new fav hobby is baking. Do you like sweets? Sure, but that’s not why you started. 

No, it was the look on your husband’s face whenever you’d go to the bakery to pick up fresh bread. He’d stare at the dessert case like a kid in a candy store, begging you to let him get one as if he wasn’t a grown man making his own salary and now he makes that same face whenever you offer him first pick of your own delicious, freshly baked pastries. 

This time is no different, you hear the click of the front door shutting, he’s walking into your quaint little kitchen with a news paper tucked in his axillary and his briefcase in hand. He’s dropping his case near the threshold and tossing the paper onto the table, footing over to you and placing an earnest kiss on your lips before flipping on the sink’s faucet to wash his hands. 

Your husband is old fashioned, no social life and not many hobbies due to his demanding work schedule. He says you’re too pretty to work a job so he works six days a week, every single week, in order to give you your soft life.

You carry not a worry in the world except whether or not you may have over starched his jeans or added too much salt in your latest confection. Of course these little desserts and things don’t equate to all that he does but it’s literally the least you can do to thank him. He swears he doesn’t deserve it, coming home to your love and a hot meal everyday is more than enough but you tell him otherwise every single time. 

“Made ya somethin.” 

He’s drying his hands with a dish towel, turning around to see what delectable treat you’ve gone out of your way to make for him today. 

Bright eyes lighting up as you present him with a display tray of heart shaped puff pastries, lightly dusted with powdered sugar, split down the middle and filled with a tall dollop of a blush-pink colored cream. He’s pulling the chair out, pulling up the legs of his trousers and plopping down in the seat, his legs spread wide. Today was long, or at least it felt long, but even a second away from you is just too damn long. But, it’s over and now he gets to indulge in a sweet treat and hopefully his sweet wife later on. 

He goes to grab one and his pinky finger catches some of the cream from another, those big hands of his are never really ideal when it comes to grabbing such delicate, tiny things. He admired your creation, from the flaky layers of the puff pastry to the little specks of red littered throughout the cream. 

“Strawberry cream?” 

“Mhm.” 

He’s so attentive, it melts your lil heart. “But they’re not in season.” 

“I got the freeze dried ones from the store and a tiny bit of strawberry flavoring. Tastes just as good, I promise.” It tastes the same to you, but who knows if it’d taste good to him, his favorite fruit is strawberries after all. 

He goes in for his first bite and he’s not surprised when a tiny little bit of the cream oozes out and plops onto his white collared shirt—some of your pastries do tend to get messy sometimes, his face and his laundry have come to find out.

But it’s no big deal, he just swipes it up with that same pinky & sucks it off like it’s the most normal thing in the world.

He let’s out the sweetest groan—one that has his cute little wife squeezing her thighs together, trying to keep your cool as you wait for him to finish.

“Damn that’s tasty.”

“Yeah?” You gush, the way he closes his eyes and tosses his head back has you damn near squealing.

“Mhm, but everything you make is delicious.” 

Gosh, when he gives you that dazzling smile you almost melt. You rarely ever heard your husband swear, at least not outside of the bedroom, and you have to admit it’s so damn sexy.

“Reallyyyy?” You drag. 

“Yeahhhh.” He mocks your tone, free hand gently grasping your jaw to pull you in for another quick kiss. 

Two bites. Two bites is all it takes for him to finish the dainty little pastry before he’s reaching for another. 

He looks at you like you’ve grown another head when you pop his hand and push the tray away.

“You’ll ruin your dinner.” 

He’s not sure what you’re cooking, maybe a roast or stew and it smells hearty and delicious. He’s sure one more little cream puff won’t ruin his appetite. 

“Babyyy.” Here he goes with the damned whining. “Just one more.” 

He pulls you closer by the hem of your pretty pink gingham lace trimmed apron, the scraping of the chair’s legs against the wooden flooring harsh and loud as he pushes back to give you some room. A pat of his thigh has you raising your leg, throwing it over both of his and straddling his lap.

“I just wanted you to try one! You can have more for dessert after dinner.”

“I tried it and I liked it. I want another.”

It’s a little while before you feel it—him moving his hips back and forth, grinding the hard bulge in his slacks against your panty-covered cunt. He thinks he’s sooo slick, giving you those eyes, that look—you know the one.

“Please baby, you don’t mind dessert before dinner when it’s you I’m eating, let’s keep things fair, my love.” 

Your mouth goes ajar for a quick second, opening and closing in speechlessness before a heavy gasp escapes. You don’t have a comeback and your adorable little pout is no match for his fiery gaze and quick tongue, determined to get his second treat. You’re folding almost immediately, sighing as you reach back to grab another cream puff.

“Okay, but only one more.” 

This is soooo Rengoku coded but you can insert any of your favs really 😁 

*this wasn’t even supposed to be this long 😭

#black reader #black fem reader #anime x black!reader #black!reader #black coded reader #black!y/n #demon slayer x black reader #kny x black reader #mha x black reader #black coded #black!fem!reader #aot x black reader #rengoku kyojuro #rengoku x black reader #kyojuro x black reader #HentyeHottie🌸

[woodsybabe]

i be on my 🥺 shit

#ian really likes it when i send videos of me singing #he told me i have ‘the voice of an angel’ 🥺 #and that he listened to all of the ones i sent so far like 4 times each #and that he was all smiles 🥺🥺🥺 #and he actually checks out the things i recommend which i’m so not used to at all 🥺 #i told him about monster factory and last podcast on the left #and not only did he QUEUE UP THE VIDEOS OF MONSTER FACTORY I SAID WERE MY FAVOURITES #he also snapped me a pic of that podcast open on spotify a few days after i told him about it and he said it was hilarious #so i know we have a similar sense of humour bc he likes both those things #we snap most of the day and into the night #and before he goes to sleep i’ll get a few snap with his shirt off and i just be like 👁👄👁 #i am looking 👁👄👁 #i also cant stop listening to one of his spotify playlists that he sent me 🥺 #not only does it make me think about him which is nice #but its also a bunch of songs from the genre of music i’ve REALLY gotten into since march #he loves finding new music #and i’m usually REALLY stubborn about new music #but everything he’s recommended so far is really really good #hes literally the sweetest and he’s NEVER dry and hes really cute and hot and he makes being on tinder & talking to the other guys #i have on snap (besides michael) boring af #he also lives pretty close but also in another town so i cant like take transit or anything #i live on the northeastern edge of toronto (close to the zoo) and he lives in like one of the bordering towns #he makes me go 🥺🥰🥺🥰🥺🥰🥰🥺🥰🥺🥺🥰🥺🥰🥺🥰🥰🥺🥺🥰🥰🥰🥺🥺🥺🥰🥺🥰🥺🥰🥺🥰🥺 #personal

[songbirdsingingthings]

MHA boys + how they would celebrate your birthday

Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters, they belong to Kohei Horikoshi

A/N: This was requested by @lovers-liability, I hope you like it!!!

Shouto Todoroki:

- He’s so sweet but so clueless about what to get you or how to celebrate with you

- Probably would ask your closest friends about your interests in order to get you the best gift he could get

- He doesn’t really have to worry about the cost of it (I mean, c’mon he’s got Endeavors card)

- He’ll take you out to dinner probs

- Tries to bake a cake - it doesn’t go well

- A good boyfriend, he tries his best

“Sho, tonight was amazing,” you hum, an arm laced with his. It was well into the night when the two of you made it back to the dorm building.

“I’m glad you liked it,” Shouto said, smiling at you. Dinner had been a real treat - the two of you dined at a fancy restaurant that you two had to get dressed up for. You wore a Y/F/C dress and Shouto was in a dashing gray suit with a tie matching your outfit.

“Liked it? I loved it! I don’t think I’ve ever had that good food in my life.” You sigh contently, a dreamy look on your face. As the two of you make your way through the common room, he stops you at the kitchen. You raise an eyebrow but follow him. To your surprise, he pulls out an... interesting looking cake.

“I, uh, I tried but I think I did something wrong.” He admits with a bashful expression. You stifle a laugh and take a fork out of the drawer next to you.

“Hey, if you made it, I’m sure it’ll be good.” You say confidently. You dig your fork into the near side of the cake and take off a chunk. It crumbled weirdly which wasn’t a good sign, but you stuck the slice in your mouth anyway. It was awful the moment it hit your taste buds but you managed to chew it anyways. You tried to give your boyfriend a smile, but an underlying sour expression forcibly showed up.

“I’m sorry, I know it’s probably foul-tasting.” Shouto says defeatedly. You quickly put your hands on his shoulders and shake your head.

“No, Sho, it’s so good.” You manage, the cake still in your mouth. The red-and-white hair boy just shot you an unamused look.

“Y/N, you have a horrified look on you face. It’s not good.”

“Yes it is I love it.” You counter.

“Then swallow it.” He says finally, a small smirk on his face. Your eyes go wide but you try and muster up the courage to swallow the piece of cake, if you could even call it that. Your mouth seemed to go dry - like all of the spit and saliva it produced had been sucked up by the cake, but it was still just as crumbly as before. “See, you can’t. Now here,” Shouto says, raising a trashcan to your mouth. You spit out the cake but show some decency by covering the action with a hand.

“I’m sorry Sho. It’s just... I never thought a cake could be made and come out like... that.” You mumble, wiping the corner of your mouth. He chuckles and hugs you.

“I’m the one that should be sorry, it’s your birthday. Now c’mon, I’ll call one in to be delivered. Chocolate or Vanilla?”

Katsuki Bakugou:

- He will by you gifts but play it off as not a big deal

- “Don’t be an idiot it’s just a stupid (insert gift here)

- HE MAKES THE BEST BIRTHDAY CAKE

- Like seriously whatever cake flavor or type of cake he will make it and it will be absolutely delicious

- Cheescake? In his sleep. Ice cream cake? Been there done that. Flan? Hell yeah, he’s got it.

- All in all, when you get to celebrate your birthday with him, it’s a very fun time with Bakugou

“Katsuki, it’s perfect!” You exclaim, setting your gift back down in its tissue paper padded box.

“Tch, it’s not something to be all over-dramatic about.” Your boyfriend says, rolling his eyes. Although he tried to put up an apathetic appearance, you could see the faint inkling of a blush start to blossom on his cheeks. You lace your arms around his neck, causing the blonde-haired boy to look at you.

“I love it, and you.” You say, your fingers starting to play with his hair. A soft look flashes in his eyes as he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him. “I was being serious, it’s perfect.” You reach up to give him a peck on the lips. Bakugou hums as you rest your head on his chest.

“Happy Birthday,” he says simply, one of his hands reaching up to rest on your head. You sigh happily at the added comfort. “C’mon, let’s eat the cake I made.” You raise your head instantly, a grin spreading across your cake.

“You made me a cake?” You ask joyfully, following him to the refrigerator.

“Yeah, whatever.” He says. The blush on his cake was now fully apparent as he took a plate that was covered in tin foil out. When he unwraps it your jaw drops. It was perfectly made. You fumble around for a knife and cut a slice for both you and him to eat. As soon as you fork a piece into your mouth you wanted to collapse onto the floor. It was heavenly - perfectly moist, the frosting not too sugary, and the ratio was perfect.

“My god Katsuki, you really made this?” You say, quickly finishing the rest of your slice.

“Of course I made it dumbass, you think I would get you store-bought crap for your birthday?!” He grumbles, a glare on his face. You really couldn’t take him seriously, though, as he talked with a mouthful of cake.

“Thank you.” You say, pressing a kiss to his mouth. Both yours and his lips tasted like frosting, making both of you irresistible to the other. You left the cake sitting on the counter for a while, finding each other much more sweet than the dessert.

Izuku Midoriya:

- He is so much fun to celebrate with

- He’ll take you to an amusement park, treat you to a spa day, go to the hot springs

- Literally anything you want to do for your birthday he will make sure that it happens

- Will get a cake from the store because while he’d like to make you one, he just doesn’t want to risk messing it up

- He gets you such a cute gift that goes along with whatever your interests are

- 10/10 sweetest birthday ever

It was one of the most relaxing days you have had in a while. Izuku knew you were up to your nose in work, so what better to do than spend your birthday by unwinding? Currently the two of you were sat in a private hot springs just north of you and Izuku’s home, soaking up the hot water. With a glass of champagne in one hand and the other held by Izuku, you couldn’t think of anywhere else you’d rather be.

“You enjoying yourself, love?” You open the eye closest to your boyfriend to see an amused expression on his face. You smile and close your eyes again, drifting over to lay your back against his built chest.

“Very much Izu, thank you for taking me here.” You sigh as you feel his hand come up to massage the knots in your back. He hums and kisses your shoulder.

“Of course - you’ve been so busy lately that I thought you could use a special getaway. Plus, it’s your birthday.” He says, his arm now just hung around your shoulder. He reaches for his own glass with his other hand. You open your eyes and turn around to face him, a soft look on both of your faces.

“You know, a day at home would’ve been just as fine. You didn’t need to go all out like this.” You say, your mouth spreading into a shy smile. A small moment of panic goes through Izuku at your words.

“Oh, I’m so sorry, was this too much? I thought that it might’ve been too much when I made the reservations but I did it anyways -mmpf!” You cut off his ramblings with a passionate kiss. He eases instantly at your touch and sinks into the kiss.

“This is absolutely perfect.” You reassure him. He gives you a grin and holds your chin gently in his fingers.

“Happy birthday, darling.” He whispers, bringing you back to his lips.

Mirio Togata:

- Human form of sunshine

- He’ll take you to the beach or for a picnic in the park, just somewhere a little more intimate but still out in the world

- He will prepare lunch for the two of you and cut the fruit into cute shapes (he is so pure I cannot)

- He makes a pretty good birthday cake, I’m not gonna lie

- He gives you a gift and has the thing matching it for him (like bracelets, rings, necklaces; that kinda thing)

- A very fun and relaxed birthday with our blonde 3rd year <3

It was the perfect day. The sun was shining, birds were chirping, and the temperature was lovely - not hot enough to make you sweat but not cold enough that it would require a jacket. Spread before you was a cute little red picnic blanket covered in plates of finger foods, a pitcher of lemonade with two glasses, and who looked to be the happiest man alive.

“Oh, Mirio, it’s lovely,” you say, slightly taken aback. He gave you a wide smile and offered you a hand, helping you sit down next to him gently. He pecks your cheek and offers you a platter of your favorite h’orderves.

“I’m glad you like it! I’ve got all of your favorites, and I thought we could just enjoy a nice day at the park for your birthday. Sound like a plan?” He asks you happily, his arm finding its way wrapped around your waist. You lean into his touch and smile.

“It sounds perfect.” Your afternoon was full of fun and laughter - throwing foods up into the air for the other to catch, trying to fly a kite but it eventually ending up tangled in a tree, and stealing kisses from each other. Finally, the sun was starting to go down, prompting the two of you to start packing up everything.

“Y/N, before you go, I have something for you.” Mirio says, gaining you attention. In his hand was a wrapped box with a little bow on top.

“Mirio Togata, you did not get me a gift after doing all this for me.” You say, hands on your hips. You couldn’t believe how caring and giving your boyfriend was - always going one step above and beyond what you thought was reachable.

“Open it.” He says simply, placing the little gift in your hands. You give him a look before tugging the ribbon undone and slowly peeling back the paper. What rested underneath was a velvet box. You sucked in a breath and looked back up at your boyfriend who had a grin on his face.

“Mirio, I swear.” You warn, carefully lifting the lid. What lay inside were two of the prettiest bracelets you had ever seen. They were both made out of a small silver chain and had a small rectangle charm on each. You flipped both of the charms over to reveal his and your initials.

“I thought it would be cute.” He says, lifting the one with his initials. Wordlessly he clasped it around your wrist. “You could wear my initials and I could wear yours.” You quickly clasped the bracelet with your initials around his wrist and grabbed onto his shirt’s collar, pulling him in for a passionate kiss.

“You’re too good to me,” you say breathlessly. Mirio chuckles and brings a hand up to your face, tucking your stray hairs behind your ear.

“Happy birthday.”

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[ubemango]

miss Ella, what’s the oral receiving scene like for pups!joon ? 🥺🥺 will we get see that in future pups drabbles? I love this series so much 🥺 I didn’t know I could actually adore a series ljke this DDJDJDJ

Omg love u :3 You know how Namjoon kind of just wants to D*e whenever oc does something cute ;_; or something that he just finds Attractive of her ;_; You combine these two reactions and BOOM he’s like on the verge of actual Death jhfbsjfhbdhfbg You know what? Lemme demonstrate the Very First Time! Rated M for oral and Namjoon’s internal thought process just being AAAHHHH and oc being Cute As Always!!!!

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Introducing you to the privacy of his room was a mistake. You’re a reserved person, everyone knows this, but something about being within the confines of his space made you so… eager. And Namjoon doesn’t think his heart can take it anymore.

Just an hour ago he’d watched you interact with his roommate. Hoseok’s been a long-time friend, and it made him happy knowing you guys got along well: just a simple how-are-you conversation that only lasted three seconds because Namjoon had herded you through his door way too fast for you to keep up good dialogue. Trust him to cut short any affair that got in the way of getting you in his bedroom, but Hoseok understands the gesture because he shouts out a see you later! once Namjoon had locked his door.

The front door shut, and it was just you and him.

You didn’t take any initiative at first. And if Namjoon was being truthful, he’d be ready to admit that he really wasn’t trying to instigate. He liked his room. He liked you. He liked you in his room and he really–truthfully–wasn’t trying to instigate anything, and then you were lying on his bed without your jeans on (you didn’t like sitting on beds with your outside clothes on) and something inside him collapsed.

“Your bed smells good,” you said.

“You smell good,” Namjoon shot back, and you laughed. You looked like magic.

The lead-up was not eventful. It’s never eventful. He just loved lying down with you, and today had been particularly gruelling on your numbing brain, this close to some important deadline you had for an essay about time and the essence of life. Big-brained, convoluted things.

“I’m kinda horny,” you said simply.

Now, this. The present, where you ask to learn about sucking him off and he says yes, please yes and you’re kneeling between Namjoon’s legs now, and his pants and boxers off and is my dick nice? He doesn’t think it’s a bad dick.

“Big,” is all you have to say.

“You’re just being nice.”

“What if I choke? I’m gonna look ugly.”

“That’s–you’re not ugly, oh my god.” He laughs at your blush. “It’s okay, just. Go slow. Or whatever.”

“Well what do you like?” You whisper, grabbing his dick with that tentative grip, palm too warm. He’s scorching.

“You can–put your mouth on it.” It’s your eyes that get him first. Shining with glitter, the hope that you’re doing it right. Namjoon wants to cry, feeling your tongue lick at the slit. “Y-Yeah…”

And like the menace you are, you suck him in as deep as you can, grabbing at the meat of his thighs as Namjoon yelps.

“Ah–!”

You pull up, take a deep breath. “Good?”

“Yes. Please, again,” he says.

He doesn’t fit all the way but he still feels it tenfold. The lap of your tongue, the enthusiastic suction, your legs shifting behind you so you can bob your head better.

He has nothing to say for guidance. His throat is caught with his grunting, sighing pleasure because you’re just naturally good at doing this, making him feel good. All his sweetest parts burning with your wet love.

Suddenly he feels both your hands twisting at his cock. “Oh my god.” He’s vibrating, for fuck’s sake. He wants to laugh, thinking about how you’ve got him wrapped around your finger. You’re a different kind of evil. “W-Where’d you learn this?”

You look up at him, shy. As if you weren’t jerking at his leaking cock standing right under your nose. “Don’t worry ‘bout it.”

He won’t question it. He’s preoccupied with the heat of your tongue anyway, smoothing along the length like you’ve got a melting popsicle. You suckle on him again, the satisfaction of a good treat. Namjoon can’t help the hand he grips the back of your neck with.

“Is this okay?” He asks. He’s out of breath. You nod, knowing you did that to him.

“Mhm.”

“I might come soon.”

“Mhm,” you whine louder, and Namjoon feels his blood rushing even further down.

He closes his eyes to your novice rhythm. The softened hold you’ve got on the base of his dick that eases your motions. Your other hand curls around his thigh once more, squeezing whenever you try to slurp lower. He knows you like to challenge yourself, knows your drive to do things right. And if doing something right meant the potential of literally choking on dick then Namjoon won’t stop you. He hisses. “Holy fuck.”

Of course he’s close. Of course you make those tiny squeaks whenever his hand presses on your nape just a little harder. He almost bursts when you soften over the tip–the little smack–to lick at your lips. You’re looking at him with unhidden pride.

“I like doing this to you.”

“You’re going to kill me,” he says with certainty.

You nod. “G-Good,” you laugh a little, catching him with an upstroke. Your mouth meets your fist in the middle, the slow jerk to your suckling.

Namjoon tries to relax. Breathing hard, letting you take him where you want. Your timid strokes picking up speed, spit lathered, your suction slippery. He feels like he’s drowning. Like he can’t keep up anymore, submitting to your waves, your motions, the cry of his bedframe shifting under you both.

“I’m coming,” he warns.

You lap him up like you didn’t hear. But you know what you’re doing, licking at the length. You know that tightening your mouth makes him shiver. You tongue what’s wet into slobber, a squelch that shouldn’t sound so good but it does. 

It’s when you look up that he absolutely loses it.

He unravels quick, groaning through an orgasm you draw out so sweetly. Watching you watching him, eyes wet with your effort, the shine of your tears. And he doesn’t mean to buck up when he does–he’s so gone he doesn’t even hear you sputtering but he feels it, your throat convulsing, the little peep of surprise. Namjoon’s eyes go wide.

“You’re so pretty, pups.”

It’s the truth. The image of you, used, satisfied. Your hair is mussed from where he was gripping. He wipes the cum off the corner of your little smile, grabs a tissue from his bedside for you to spit into. Maybe he’ll ask if you’d be down to swallow, next time.

(He hopes to God there’s a next time.)

You wad the used tissue up into a ball, making a face. “Really salty,” you comment.

Namjoon reddens. “Yeah it’s pretty… gross. But… how was–that?”

“Fun.” You wobble up to your knees, using his shoulders for balance. Your smile is sincere. “It’s… you’re really hot, you know that?”

The bed dips when you straddle him. “Says you.”

“I’m telling the truth!”

He kisses you. Stained with his taste, and he can’t be bothered to care. “Thank you,” he whispers, “for taking care of me.”

“What a good boy,” you coo. “Now help me off this bed, I literally cannot get the feeling back in my legs and I’ve got your cum drying in my hand right now.”

#u know what I'm gonna tag this nicely #bts smut #namjoon smut #bts scenarios #namjoon scenarios #bts #namjoon #ubemango fic #f: pups series #d: pups series #drabble

[thirstybtsthoughts]

Hi Babe!! I’m just really dreading tomorrow because I always feel lonely as fuck on Valentine’s Day. I absolutely hate it. (I’ve literally cried every day this week because of all the Valentine’s fics and just the general Valentines stuff all over the place). So in an effort to not feel so lonely (which this actually is the opposite because I wish I could have this with anyone, let alone yoongi) I’ve been thinking about my perfect Valentine’s day with Yoongi. So I thought I’d share.

My dream Valentine’s date is a day in with my man. Because even if I’m in a relationship I still think the day is dumb because I don’t want anyone to feel the way I feel. So I wouldn’t want to do anything much. I’d just want to spend time with Yoon. So I wake up to him rolling over to spoon me in bed (naturally we’re naked because who would keep clothes on when he is around?) and he starts to kiss my shoulder and his hand is slowly roaming up and down my side. He moves his kisses to my neck and that wakes me up smiling of course. And I start to grind my ass against his cock and he moves his hand to my hip and grips it and groans so deep in my ear that it makes me moan.

Then I flip over to gave him a slow soft kiss and I say “good morning baby”. And he says “good morning. happy Valentine’s Day” with another peck to my lips with his hands running up and down my back. And I just smile and roll onto half of his body and lift myself up on my forearms and hover over him but our bodies connected from my torso down, legs intertwined and I press my lips to his and he put his hand on the back of my head to deepen the kiss, his other hand slowly going down my back to grab my ass and making me grind on him again for some friction. We stay making out like that for a while until he his rock hard and he rolls us over and his kisses move from my mouth, to my cheek, to my neck (and he stays there for a while because it’s my favorite spot to be kissed) and then he keeps going down stopping to lick and suck my nipple making me whine and arch my back to try and get him closer to me, him breathily laughing at my neediness.

He continues his way down my body. He spreads my legs and settles himself between my legs. Placing soft kisses on each of my thighs building the anticipation and of course making me whine again. And he says “what do you want baby? Use your words”. And I shyly say “please eat me out yoon”. And he usually would make me say it louder, but because it’s Valentine’s Day he decided to just dive in placing a soft kiss right on my center followed by licking a strip up my slit. Then he just goes to town using that tongue technology fucking me with that sexy tongue making me squirm and he wraps his arms around my hips to hold me down. Then he moves those sexy lips to my clit and sucks and flicks taking my breath away. Moving one hand to insert two fingers hitting the perfect spot, I move one of my hands to his hair, the other arm over my eyes because it’s just so much. I breathily say “right there yoon! Please don’t stop!” Then he says “come on pretty girl, cum for me” and I whine and let it all go. He continues so I can ride out my high and I have to push him away because of over sensitivity. He starts to crawl up my body to kiss me and I can taste myself on him.

Then I say “baby I need you in me, please” and push him so he’s laying on the bed and I’m straddling him. I lift myself for him and he guides his cock to my entrance and I slide down enjoying the perfect stretch. I place my hands on his chest, his on my hips. I start to grind and move up and down eliciting a moan from him. “Baby, you feel so good wrapped around my cock. So tight for me” he says as he brings his hands up to squeeze my breasts making me moan his name. “Say my name again baby” so I moan again and he says he’s not going to last long. And I lean down and whisper against his lips “cum for me yoon. Fill me up, please” and then I press my lips hard against his. He starts to take over and wraps his hands around my back and pounds up into me. “Oh god yes yoon! I’m going to cum again” I say into his neck. “Cum with me baby girl.” And in the next few seconds I come around his cock moaning so hard and he fills me up.

After we both come down he kisses my cheek (me still on top of him) and asks “will you be my valentine?” I just respond with a pout and a kiss because my god he is cute. I, of course, say yes.

Then we get up to clean up and shower together and similar activities ensue in the shower (my dream. I fucking love shower sex). Him pinning me up against the wall, holding one leg wrapped around his hip, him slowly grinding into me his face in my neck. We both cum again.

After the shower I put on just some sexy underwear and his hoodie. Him in JUST some grey sweats 😏 so that cock is looking perfect in those pants.

We make and eat breakfast together. Followed by cuddling and binge watching shows and movies all day (on the couch or a cute fort?) Of course that gets interrupted by me straddling his lap for loooooong make out sessions (and eating a bunch of chocolate and sweets together). Sometimes those make out sessions lead to more, sometimes it’s just a hot make out.

The day ends with us cuddled in bed again ending it how we started, loving each other as much as we can, the best way we know how.

But this time I go down on him, taking him deep and sucking him dry. When I’m done we make out a little more and it works him up again so we can go one last round. This time, him on top of me, my legs are wrapped around his waist and he is grinding deep into me. Fingers laced together above my head. His head buried in my neck leaving the sweetest kisses there and whispering how much he loves me and how beautiful he thinks I am. The most sensual, beautiful way to end the day of love together.

In reality I’ll be thinking about this wearing sexy underwear (to make myself feel good) and the fake Lover hoodie I told you about before and just going to town on myself wishing it was Yoongi. Sorry this got so long. That man does things to me and this helped distract me for a bit. Sorry if there are typos! I hope you have an amazing day! -⛪️

OH my gosh girlllll this turned me on so much aaaahhhhhhhh what a perfect day 🥴🥰. Oh god this is probably exactly how I would fantasise my perfect day with JK to be like 🥺. I loved the part about him in just grey sweats, I can visualise it so well, cock hanging in them so visibly, fuckkk I’m drooling a the thought 🤤 . Also yassss the lingerie and hoodie outfit is so perfect, I feel like Yoongi would find that incredibly sexy on a woman 😁. 

As for Valentine’s Day, personally, it annoys me a little with all the over commercialised stuff and pressure it puts on people. It’s kinda silly tbh. So many people are left feeling lonely and sad, and apparently it’s the day of the year which has the highest suicide rate (sorry for the sad talk). I dunno, maybe I’d feel differently about it if I had a partner, but I’ve never been with someone on a Valentine’s Day. I know it’s easier said than done because it is EVERYWHERE at the moment, but try not to be sad about it. I completely understand how you feel, because I also always feel more empty and alone on V Day, I hate it. We can get through it 🥺💜, we have each other and our Bangtan loves 💜. Maybe treat yourself, or have a lazy day and read Yoongi fics 😁

#asks #anon #bts #church anon #⛪️ anon #⛪️ #yoongi thirst #Anonymous

[softjeon]

vampire au yoonkook

— GENRE; fluff, with a hint of nsfw | — PAIRING; Yoongi x Jungkook | — DISCLAIMER; mentioning of blood  | — Wordcount;  | — written with @cassiavioletblue

Jungkook inched forward with the rest of the traffic. He’d been stuck for over twenty minutes, and from what he’d heard on the radio there was a major accident up ahead. He sighed as he leaned back and closed his eyes for a moment. It had been an awfully day and all he wanted was to go home, lay in bed and do absolutely nothing.

It felt like a decade, but in reality it was just about fifteen minutes until the police finally had the traffic under control and redirect them. His stomach was growling, his eyes were burning from how tired he was – but he was finally moving! 

Jungkook locked his car and dragged himself up the stairs with a sigh. He checked the mail, finding nothing but bills and pushed them into his bag before searching for his keys. Jungkook leaned against the cold stone wall as he got them out, fumbling around with the many keys he had until he found the right one and finally pushed it into the lock. “I’m home.”

At home Yoongi was staring at the clock as if that poor thing had any fault in Jungkook not being home yet. But he was hungry and he always got cranky when he was starving. “Finally!” Yoongi was up on his feet in a second, breathing in as the heavenly scent of his boyfriend filled the air. He smelled always delicious but when he was hungry like this the smell alone made him salivate.

Jungkook couldn’t help but giggle by the sound of excitement coming from him and easily wrapped his arms around the shorter man who came running as if he had been gone for days instead of ten hours. His hands slipped under Yoongi’s shirt easily as he kissed his lips that felt just as cold as the rest of his body. 

“What took you so long? I’ve been starving without you!” To warm himself - and maybe also as a little punishment Yoongi returned the favor, slipping his icy cold hands under Jungkook’s jacket to place them on the other’s bare skin.

“I’ve been stuck in traffic, it’s crazy tonight.” Jungkook yawned, giving Yoongi a few more pecks on the cheek. “Why have you been starving? I bagged up enough blood, haven’t I?” He released himself from Yoongi as he got rid of his jacket and made his way towards the bathroom. He really needed a hot bath tonight. “I told you I can’t stay at home all day, just to give it to you fresh and you say you hate all the nasty smells in my office since they are distracting you from your meal so…you have to wait, babe.”

Yoongi was behind him in a second, quicker than any human could. 

“If you bagged me blood then where is it sweetheart? You are definitely not taking a bath now while your boyfriend is starving to death in front of you!” His teeth were showing already, a sign that his body did his best to get him fed.

Jungkook furrowed his brows and walked past him again towards the kitchen to see for himself. He always stored it in the fridge, but it seemed like had forgotten it. “Oh,” Jungkook chuckled softly, rubbing the back of his neck. “So, you haven’t been eating for more than ten hours?” He asked although he knew the answer already.

“Yes, that’s what I’ve been telling you!” Yoongi hugged Jungkook from behind and let his fangs graze the other’s skin. His shuddering breath ghosted hot over Jungkook’s neck - probably the only warm part of him, the rest of the vampire’s body felt colder and colder the longer he went without food.

“I’m so sorry baby,” Jungkook pouted cutely, batting his eyelashes at his boyfriend as he leaned onto him, baring his neck for him. “Don’t be mad at me. I must have forgotten as I’ve gotten up so early.” He reached behind him, before turning in Yoongi’s hold. “Then let’s get you something, shall we?” He kissed the tip of Yoongi’s nose, before opening the fridge again taking out a little juice box for himself before leading the vampire towards the living room. 

“Where do you want it from?” Jungkook asked, as he unpacked the sweet juice. If Yoongi was hungry, he definitely needed some sugar right after to not feel dizzy from the loss of it.

Yoongi was about to crawl on Jungkook’s lap to drink right from his throat when he hesitated. HIs boyfriends throat was so delicate and a wrong bite could literally mean the end of him. He was too hungry, too greedy to be able to control himself perfectly. He didn’t want to take the risk of hurting the one he loved. SO he decided on another source. With a sly grin he popped the button of Jungkook’s jeans open. “Strip, my dear.” Jungkook had very strong thighs and he would get enough blood from the artery at the inside of it while still feeling a little more reassured because he couldn’t accidentally snap the boy’s neck there or damage his windpipe or vocal cords. 

He’d never forgive himself if he ruined the other’s angelic voice. 

The younger cocked up an eyebrow at his boyfriend, who was placing himself on his knees before him. He gulped heavily, loving the sight too much to not let it affect him. Therefore, he nodded and did as Yoongi said, throwing his jeans somewhere else before opening up his legs perfectly for his vampire boyfriend to find where he wanted to bite. When Yoongi moved closer, Jungkook’s hand immediately found its way into his hair. 

Yoongi nosed along the other’s warm, delicate skin where he could feel the blood pulsate through Jungkook’s veins. He inhaled deeply, savouring the delicious scent of his future meal. He was licking his lips at the thought of the warm, savoury blood hitting his tongue, dripping down his dry throat and warming him from the inside out. He groaned with delight. “You’re the sweetest, most luscious human I’ve ever known…” He murmured. Jungkook had learned to take this kind of strange compliments with a smile that came over the vampire’s lips whenever he was too hungry to care for social rules. The younger felt just a little pinch, a tiny prick of pain at the inside of his thigh before Yoongi’s venom did its job and numbed the flesh until nothing but a pleasant buzz was left behind. 

Jungkook let out a moan as he leaned his head back; the juice box was long forgotten when Yoongi’s was taking from him, the sweet lustful poison entering his body. Usually he was good at withstanding it by now, but not tonight. Not with how hungry Yoongi was, moaning at his sweet taste. Jungkook’s breath hitched. He had a feeling that this would end differently than he had intended it to. 

Jungkook’s taste changed a little when the arousal entered his bloodstream and Yoongi smiled against his boyfriend’s plump flesh. First he would take care of his own hunger - and then he could satisfy Jungkook’s.

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[tipsyreads-female]

Soft & Shy [Review]

Fanfiction: Soft & Shy

Author: @salvejoon

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Fluff; Smut

- Spoiler Warning! -

(read further under the cut when you're fine with spoilers or after you've read the fanfic) 

Firstly want to say, this here will be a pretty messy review and I'll randomly talk about everything and will probably not have any kind of structure and you have to deal with a messy pile of words, memes, emojis that should somehow express my feelings. 😂😅💕

Secondly, English is not my native language, it's my second language and even when I think I'm not THAT BAD anymore... to learn new languages is a real struggle for me. Especially when I'm exited and hyped, I throw almost all my knowledge about the English sentence structure and grammar out of the window and create a grammatical disasters of joy and exitement. Please don't hate me for that... (why I apologize even you are not a native as well: Because your fic is an amazing writing and no joke, I thought at first that you're a native! 🙈😘❤)

Okay okay okay, let's start talking about the actual fanfic!

I want to say thank you, Iggy.

Thank you that you liked my Namjoon-Post yesterday.

Why?

Because I have the habit to stalk peoples blogs when they likes something on my blog. I'm just a little curiouuuus... 🙈👉🏻👈🏻💕

Yeah, then I went to your blog looking around like I always do and what chatched my eye????

Yep, you're correct, it was your fic Soft & Shy which you pinned as the first visible post on your blog.

No joke, literally the Title of your fic and the banner with our sweetest Boy Jungkook made my heart beat faster and let me lowkey squeal. 'That looks like a fic that Tipsy seems like to read~'

...but then I read further, read the formals of the fic and the short summary... Omg Girl... that's not "formals list".

THIS HERE IS TIPSY'S WISH LIST FOR A FIC WITH JEON JUNGKOOK! 😭😍💕💕

No joke, you can imagine Tipsy reacting like this just reading the formals of the fic! 😭💕

Shy and inexperienced Jungkookie Boi?? Grinding and Dry Humping??? Soft subby Googie and dommy Reader undertones????

SIGN ME THE FUCK UP FOR THAT!!! 😭🤧🤤💕

Why the frick did I just found now your fic and not already earlier?!?! But at the same moment I'm just so thankful that you liked my post, so I could find this amazing fic at all!

Really, I enjoyed a lot to read this fic!

Especially how you switch from the present to the past and then back again. I really like this method to write about their backstory, so you didn't have a huge "backstory block" before you switch back to the present time where you almost forgot the scenery the characters were in... (I tend to write such huge backstory blocks... 😅 that's why I love your own method so much!)

...and omg fuck... the way you characterized Jungkook... nghhhh, fuck you made my inner Dom so damn feral Iggy!!!😭💕

How shy and cute he is, how fast he gets flustered... and whenever he calls the Reader "Noona" and then later, even whine it... FUCK! That made my abdomen clench so hard!😭💕

AND THE WAY HE'S ON ONE HAND A SHY AND SUPER FLUSTERED BABY BUT ON THE OTHER HAND SO DAMN NEEDY AND JUST WANT IT SO BADLY... I MEAN THE CHANGE OF HIS BEHAVIOUR IN THE CLUB... AT FIRST TOO SHY TO TELL HER THAT SHE LOOKS HOT BUT THEN GRABBING HER AND PRESSING HER AGAINST YOUR BODY AND MAKING HER RIDING HIS THIGH???

...AND YOU KNOW ABOUT WHAT THIGHS WHERE TALKING!

THESE THIGHS!

(When my Pinterest pops up with "Tipsy, we have some new Ideas you could like" and show me THIS. Yep, it's official, my Pinterest knows that I'm a naughty Girl.)

Really... I have such a thing for shy boys and grinding/dry humping (hot and heavy make out sessions are the best ones!)... plus when they're inexperienced, even say that they're turned on my dominant womens...

I WANT TO THROW MYSELF ON SUCH BOYS, NGHHHH!!

At the talk scenery where Gookie confess her that he never had done it before... I really wanted to jump at him, telling him that this is absolutely fine, that this is actually super hot and that I'll take so much time with him as he need, smother his face in thousand kisses and show him how hot and attractive he is nevertheless! (... and lowkey wanna make him cum in his pants while dry humping) 😭😭😭🤧🤧💕💕💕💕

(You maybe see... I'm a hoe for such stuff!🙈😅❤)

...casual soft Sex with a whining and begging Gookie... with a whining and begging big dick Junggookie Boi...

Please Iggy, explain to me why I'm such a big hoe for that?!😭💕 And why do you make my horny dom hoe so damn feral?!

But really, the ending scene made me smile! 😭🤧💕 (This one here!):

(Screenshot by Tipsydipsydo) | Soft & Shy | © salvejoon

"I want to make love to my girlfriend!"

I SQUEALED SO HARD, THAT WAS UNHEALTHY! 🤧💕

I'M TOTALLY FINE! ABSOLUTELY TOTALLY FINE! 😭😭😭💕💕💕

...but after I calmed down, I start giggling...

I AGREE, GOOGIE IS TOTALLY A STAMINA BOY! ALWAYS UP FOR A SECOND ROUND!🤪🤪💦💦💗💗

(Screenshot by Tipsydipsydo) | BTS Kink Scenario | © Tipsydipsydo

I mean, I think we both have there some things in common Babyyy~ 🤪

No, really (I know, I use "really" a lot in here xD), I love this fic so much AND I CAN'T BELIEVE IT THAT IT DOESN'T NOT 100 NOTES UNTIL NOW, IT'S SO LOVEWLY AMD CUTE WRITTEN, YOU DESERVE SO MUCH MORE LOVE AMD APPRECIATION FOR IT! 😡😡😡💗💗💗

WE WILL WORK ON THAT, AFTER I FINISHED WRITING THIS HERE AND REBLOGGING IT IN MY FIC-RECS, I'LL FORCE MY FOLLOWERS ON MY WRITING BLOG TO READ IT TOO! 😡😡😘😘❤❤

YOU. DESERVE. THAT!

*caaaaalm down Tipsyyyyyy*

I loved to read it and someday, I'll re-read it for sure again!

Send you so much love and a virtual hug! 🤗 (stay safe during this time!😷💕)

I wish you a nice and lovely day/night (what time zone you have~) and I really love your Writings! 🤗📝💕💕💕

Your Tipsy! 💜

#fanfic: Soft & Shy #by salvejoon #comments and reviews #tipsys reviews #it was so cute iggy #I CAN'T #💕💕💕

[joiesamevans]

Human Nature

Who: Sam Evans & Mercedes Jones @sassymercyj

When: Saturday night, 6/13

Where: Roma Mia and Irish Gold and the sidewalk

What: Sam and Mercedes go out on their first date and learn a lot more about each other (no triggers) 

Mercedes had spent all day trying to find something to wear, she wanted something that would catch Sam's eyes but would also not be too much. She hadn't been on a date in such a long time that she was extremely nervous about what do do or wear, and she really liked Sam so that made things even scarier for her. Finally she settled on a formfitting pink dress with silver heels, Spence said she looked good, a little over dressed but then again Mercedes didn't really have anything that wasn't either a little over dressed or under. She really needed to go shopping next week. After a quick shower, she dressed and took her hair down.  Leaving her hair to fall over her shoulders she added subtle makeup, earrings and finished her look with her favorite peach body spray. Sam said he would pick her up at 7, so she watched the clock and patiently waited, hoping he didn't change his mind.

All of Jeff's advice was running though Sam's head as he walked himself down to the sorority house. He knew he was overthinking all of this and just kept reminding himself to breathe and actually have some fun. Spending time with Mercedes was always fun after all. He swallowed as he reached the front door and gave the doorbell a ring, holding the single lily he'd brought in front of him. Why was he sweating? Maybe because he was wearing a leather jacket in July. Whatever, he looked good.

Most of the girls had been gone, of doing their own thing, which Mercedes was happy about. She made her way down the stairs when she heard the doorbell. Walking to the door she opening it, smiling at Sam. "Hey, you look great!" She said, steeping out of the house.

Sam's jaw quite literally fell open as Mercedes stepped out onto the porch. "I, um... I... thanks," he finally managed. "You look.... amazing. And other words I can't think of." Good thing she told him he was cute when he was flustered. He held out the lily he'd brought for her in offering. "This is for you. Jeff told me flowers were a good idea, but then the internet told me they were a bad idea, so I didn't know what to do. So I brought one."

Mercedes blushed, Sam was too adorable for words when he got like that. "Thank you Sam." She looked at the Lily and reached for it. "Flowers are good, one single flower, that happens to be one of my favorite flowers. Its really good. Thank you again Sam." She held the flower close. "Should we go?"

Sam smiled and gave a little nod, proud that he hadn't done something stupid right off the bat. "Good." He held his arm out in an offer for her to take it so they could walk together. "So... how has your day been so far?"

Sam had to be the sweetest guy she had ever met, taking his arm in hers she blushed as she moved closer to him.  "My day? It was spent getting ready for this, coming up with this idea I have for Glee and dealing with some of the girls. How are you? How was your day?"

"Ooh, ideas, huh? Can't wait to find out what they are and then hear you crush them." He smiled, surprised to discover that his nerves were starting to melt away now that they were actually together and he wasn't just alone with his thoughts. Those always got him into trouble. "Pretty good. I hung out with Jeff this morning once I finally drug him out of bed. Did some planning for LARPing club. Looked into that whole kilt thing. Pretty excited about it."

She nodded. "Yep been talking to Ryder about a winter show. I am pretty excited about it." She looked up to him, and nodded. "Sounds like a very exciting day. Okay what is LARPing? Spence talks about it too and I am curious. As for that kilt thing? I told you, you'd look hot, or hotter."

"Sounds fun." Even if it did add another thing to his busy schedule, Sam knew he'd be in for sure. Performing was always a ton of fun. He chuckled at her question. "Live action role playing. Not the... sex kind. Not that I'm against that! Anyway... we, uh, get dressed up in these kickass costumes and go on quests and stuff. I think a kilt could really give my costume that something it's been needing."

"Mercedes nodded. "It should be, I am excited about that, and the rush party next week...might have to actually participate in that seven minutes in heaven game now." she teased. "Sooo you like sex roleplaying?" She raised an eyebrow, did he expect sex from her? "LARP...so its like bringing something like Harry Potter, to life? Thats pretty cool."

Sam's eyebrows raised, more than enjoying the sound of that. "Wait, you get to pick your partners for that, right? It's not like spin the bottle and I'm gonna forced to be in a closet with Spence while she insults for seven minutes?" His eyes got wide at her question and his throat went dry again. How did she do that to him? "Oh, I've never done it. I mean I've done role playing and I've done sex. But not together. And, yeah, but it's usually more Lord of the Rings."

"Its my party I can make it happen...I mean if the date continues to be go well." she teased. "I would like too, play sometime or be apart of it sometime if you guys allow people who are not in the group to join once or twice." Mercedes stopped walking, she needed to make sure they were on the same page. "Okay, I know that people on this campus seem to mate like... bunnies on vacation. But I don't sleep around...I have fooled around once or twice but that is it...and I know you are nothing like any of those guys, but if this is you just wanting sex from me..." She linked their hands together. "I like you alot but I don't know if I can give you that..."

"No pressure or anything," he chuckled. His smile was a little surprised, but in a very good way. "Yeah? That'd be awesome. I'm pretty sure I can get the president of the club to allow it since... he's me." He stopped when she did, a slight look of confusion crossing his face that quickly turned into panic. "Oh, no! I didn't mean... I wasn't like saying it was a thing we should do. I just... look, sometimes words come out of my mouth before I know what they are and it makes me sound really dumb and I'm sorry." He gave her a hand a squeeze and offered an apologetic look. "I do have two questions though."

"Oh so I have to get close to the President huh?" Mercedes shook her head. "You don't sound dumb, you are never dumb, I get it, you know what you want to say and sometimes your mouth speaks before you can process it. Not dumb, just different. And its not like I wouldn't want to do that with you but there are things that..." she stopped, telling a guy on the first date that you can't sleep with him because the only time you ever had sex it was against your will, was not a good thing. "Sure what are your questions?"

"You don't have to, but he wouldn't be mad about it or anything," Sam chuckled, slowly starting to walk again as he kept Mercedes' hand in his own. "Still, I get myself into this situations or whatever and even if I'm not dumb, it like... feels that way. And I don't ever wanna make you uncomfortable." He sighed. "Okay, so first... where do bunnies go on vacation? Because I think that sounds adorable. And second, when you say you don't want to have sex does that mean like... ever?"

Mercedes chewed her bottom lip. "Well as long as he wouldn't be mad I am getting close to him. " As they continued to walk, she nodded. "I know and even if it feels that way, I don't ever want you to feel  like you are dumb or stupid or any of the other names you or other people call you. And you aren't making me uncomfortable not at all. You make me feel safe, and happy." she said softly. "Bunnies go to the bunny farm of course, its the hottest spot for bunnies." At his next question she swallowed hard. Gabe's words echoing in her mind. Seeing a bench nearby she lead him too it and sat him down before sitting with him. "When I say I don't want to have sex, I don't mean forever. I haven't had sex, not really. Its a long story a long horrible story that ends with me giving up on music and guys. You are the first guy I can see myself falling for and wanting to have sex with and I guess I am scared that once you know me, my story all of me you wont want me."

Sam couldn't help but smile at the thought of making Mercedes feel safe and happy. That's exactly what he wanted to do for her. "Good. Oh, man, a bunny farm sounds fun. My mom has some bunnies at the ranch, but not a farm's worth." He sat down, slightly worried he'd said a dumb thing again, but he listened intently. "I could never not want you, Mercedes. Even if you, like... murdered somebody. You didn't murder anyone, did you? Just... so I know." He shook his head because he was saying dumb stuff again. "I don't know what horrible stuff you've been through and I'm not gonna push you to talk about it or anything. Unless you want to, then I'm hear to listen. And, I'm not gonna lie, I like sex. It's fun. But... I like you way more. And I'd never pressure you into anything before you're ready."

Mercedes smiled. "I would love to see your farm one day, I bet its pretty great." she said. Hearing Sam speak it warmed her heart, he was sweet and caring and she didn't know how she got so lucky. "No Sam, I didn't murder anyone. But glad to know you got me if I did." She leaned in and kissed him softly, taking his hand again she looked down to their fingers. "Its a long story, but basically, I met this guy who wanted to make me a star, record a demo, my dad told me not to trust him but I was 16 and stupid so I left home for L.A. and at first it was great. I was recording I was singing I was living that dream. But then he started taking the money I was making for himself, he was drinking and using drugs.  When I found out and wanted to leave he..." she swallowed hard stopping. "I was a virgin, I was only 16 and he was a grown man who could overpower me." she let go of his hand. "if was a few months after that I was able to get rid away from him. I came back home, focused on school and decided to go into Law instead of music. I thought if I turned my life around, then it would make up for all the bad." She looked at him with glossy eyes. "So now you know, still want me?" she asked almost praying he still did.

"It's the best. If you like horses. If you hate them, it's probably terrifying," Sam mused before Mercedes started talking again. His heart sank as he listened to her and he felt his mixture of sadness and pure rage mixing up in his gut. Now he was ready to murder someone. "He...? Shit." Realizing what he said, he quickly apologized. "Sorry." When she pulled her hand away, he reached out to take it again, locking their fingers together. "Of course I want you. And... I'm so sorry that happened to you. I can't even imagine someone hurting anyone like that much less someone as incredible as you. Whatever happens with us, it's never gonna be anything that you don't want to happen. Like, 100%. Not just sex, but anything." He leaned over and pressed the softest kiss to her cheek. "And we can, like... figure that out together as we go. Tonight, I'd really like to take you to dinner and then out to karaoke afterward if you're up for it."

"Okay I love horses, when I was a child, I use to rid them at camp every summer. Its the most, freeing feeling in the world." She could see that reaction on his face, the sadness the anger, she knew it well. And just like Gabe said, Sam surprised her, he understood what she was saying, understood. She reached over to him and hugged him tightly, feeling a weight lifted off of her. "Dinner and Karaoke sounds like an amazing time, as long as you sing with me." She said pulling away. "And as long as you are okay with me stealing a kiss every once and a while."

"Right? It's the best. I miss it so much when I'm here." But here had Mercedes and Tennessee didn't, so he couldn't complain too much. He held when she hugged him, not really wanting to let go. He knew how strong Mercedes was, that she knew how to take care of herself, but he couldn't help but want to protect her. "Heck yeah! That was the plan. I love singing with you." He stood from the bench and held out his hand for her. "And I definitely won't complain about that either."

Mercedes nodded. "I wish they had a stable around here...I would love to go horseback riding now." She really loved the way things were between were going, she was happy they got all the heavy out the way. Standing with him she nodded. "I love singing with you too." And it was the truth, his voice was amazing. "Oh?" She stood on her toes pulling him into a kiss, it was meant to be soft, but the moment her lips touched his, she wrapped her arms around him.

"Me too. Maybe we can figure it out some other time." He shrugged, not really wanting to go and get homesick now when it wasn't the time for that at all. But then she was kissing him and he forgot where home even was. His arms wrapped around her waist and he held her close as he returned the kiss, gentle but still well enough to let her know he was definitely enjoying it. He smiled as they pulled apart and slowly shook his head. "Yeah. No complaints here."

Mercedes chewed hoer bottom lip the moment the kiss was over, to stop herself from kissing him again. "None from me either, I mean if you wanted to kiss me." She said, taking  his arm back in hers she smiled. "So dinner."

"I will remember that, I promise you." He turned himself around so he was facing the direction they needed to go and led her forward once again. "Yes, dinner. Since we don't have one of those heaven closets yet after all. Also I'm hungry."

Mercedes leaned into Sam as they started walking. "Too bad too, I could use 7 minutes in heaven with you right about now." As they walked it was an easy silence between them. "How about we play 20 questions?"

"Or 700," he replied with a wink. The city at night was so different from back home. He enjoyed both of them for different reasons though. "The kind where we ask questions about each other or the kind where we decide to be like.. Mickey Mouse and then the other person has to guess who we are?"

"Or and let me counter with infinity." Mercedes laughed and shook her head. "No not like the game, but like I ask you what your favorite color is and you tell me, then you ask me a question. Its a way to get to know each other better."

"We might need water eventually," he laughed. "Oh, good. I'll be much better at that one. I mean, I know a lot of random characters, but I know me better than any of them. Alright, you go first."

"I mean if we have to take breaks for eating and drinking so be it." she laughed.  "Okay good. Lets start with something easy. What is your family like?"

That one definitely was easy for him and it brought an affectionate smile to his face. "They're so awesome. So we have a ranch, as you know. My dad's like, the hardest worker I've ever met. He's always done everything possible to take care of us, even during the rough years. He taught me everything I know about ranching and life. And Mom-- she's the best. I love her so much. She works just as hard, does riding lessons for kids, which she loves. Makes the best pancakes ever," he recalled fondly. "Okay, so... what's one album you could listen to on repeat?"

Mercedes loved the way Sam spoke about his family, it was clear they were close. "I have never actually been on a Ranch but the way you talk about it makes me want to visit." She listened to his question and thought about it. "Hmmm. I could tell you the obvious Patti, Aretha and Beyoncé...but I think you want something that no one would know. DNA from the Backstreet Boys. I could listen to that all the time." She thought for a moment. "If you were stuck on a deserted island and could have any five things with you, what would you have?"

"I'll have to take you some time," Sam offered. "You could meet Taffy." He nodded along as she named everyone he expected her to and then let out a laugh. "You're amazing. I love it.  Wow, I get five? I'm gonna ignore the actually smart ones like rope and knives cause that's not what this game is about. My guitar, for sure. A portable TV with Netflix that never ran out of power. Picture of my family. Endless supply of Doritos. And maybe a volleyball so I could draw a face on it like Tom Hanks." He hummed softly, his lips pursed while he thought. "Dream vacation?"

Mercedes eyes widened when Sam offered to take her home. "You wanna take me to your home?" She smiled. "Okay who is Taffy?" Laughing she looked at him. "Amazing? What makes me amazing?"  She nodded listening to him and agreed. "Okay that is a great list, though you should have said like water or something. But other than that bravo. As for my dream Vacation.... Paris. It has romance, great food and shopping. What is your favorite color? And Why?"

"Of course. If you wanted to go. I know Mom would love you. Taffy's my horse," he explained matter-of-factly. "Because the Backstreet Boys are amazing and you like them, so... that's just math. And I told you I was ignoring the obvious practical ones," he reminded her. He saw the restaurant up ahead and felt his stomach rumble a little. "Blue and green. Both of them 'cause they remind me of home. Where the mountains meet the sky."

"Yes I would love to visit your home...but would your mom be okay with me going? And I have to meet Taffy."  Mercedes squeezed his arm. "Backstreet Boys are amazing and I am glad we are on the same page with this cause that might have been a deal breaker." Mercedes laughed shaking her head. "But like still. " She nodded. "That is a great answer. I can see why you love them."

"Why wouldn't she be? Mom loves when people visit. Especially people I'm very close to. Makes her feel better about her little baby boy being so far away." Sam rolled his eyes with affection as they reached the door to the restaurant and he held the door open for Mercedes. "That would've been heartbreaking." Checking in with the hostess, he rested his hand at the small of Mercedes back as they walked to the table, waiting until they were seated before he continued. "Favorite food? Thought I'd go... what's the word? Topical?"

Mercedes blushed, Sam wanted her to meet his mom and she wasn't freaking out. "Its a date then.To meet your mom and taffy."  As they entered the restaurant she nodded. "Yes,. it would have been. " With his hand at the back she noticed all eyes on her. "Okay, favorite food I can do that. Its Mac and Cheese. I love it. And I make it pretty great too."

"And you can finally see me shirtless on a horse in person," he teased, though he fully intended to follow through on it. "A classic. And you realize you're gonna have to make it for me now, right? Sadly, that was something I never really picked up. The cooking thing. I really love to eat though, which also causes problems sometimes." He wasn't going to worry about his calories tonight though because tonight was special.

"You and this getting me to see you shirtless on a horse. Makes me think of those old spice commercials." She nodded in agreement. "Oh I can do that, I love to cook, and I can throw down in the kitchen but the best dishes are by far my Mac and Cheese and my Grandma's Sweet Potato pie." she said proud of herself. " Why does loving to eat cause a problem?"

"I'm telling you. It's gonna make me irresistible to you. Just wait." Sam pointed a finger across the table and gave Mercedes a confident look. He shrugged at her question, glancing through the menu. "Just... makes it harder to keep up with the whole... look."

"Maybe I already find you irresitible." She looked at him and realized what he meant. She sighed glancing at her own menu. "You want to know the first thing that caught my eyes about you? It wasn't your abs, or your body. You weren't shirtless or showing off how in shape you were. You came into glee and sang and I thought, this is a man with confidence to just be himself. Then I got to know you and you were funny and sweet. On the very long list of reasons why I like you, why I am attracted to you and why I agreed to this date, your body is on the lower end of it."

Sam let out a soft sigh. He hadn't meant to talk himself into this corner, but his mouth had gone off without his brain again. "It's different when I'm singing," he explained with a shrug. "I know I'm pretty good at that and the music just kind of... makes you feel things, you know? So I can just be myself. But out in the real world it's different. People just see some dumb blonde. So I give them something to be distracted by."

Mercedes frowned. "So who cares what people think? People judge me all the time I know I am not the standard of beauty for some people. I know what they think of me but instead of playing into what they think I show them who I am. Sam you are so much more than a pair of very sexy abs." She reached over the table for his hand. "But to be clear I never saw you as some dumb blonde. And your real friends don't either."

Sam turned his hand over and stared at their joined fingers for a moment. "I guess when I first started school... the city was so different and I felt so out of place. I just wanted to make friends. And it's kinda hard to get out of thinking like that." He looked up and met Mercedes eyes, smiling softly. "Thanks."

"Its hard trying to fit in when we were all born to stand out." She said. "But just... just know that no matter what, I want you to be you around me, not who you think people want you to be, or who you might think I want you to be. I just want you to be you. Nothing more."  She ran her thumb against the side of his hand, but before she could speak, the waiter came up asking for their order.

Sam smiled at those words. He'd never thought about it that way before. "I will. I promise." He looked up at the waiter with his usual winning smile, letting Mercedes order before he took his turn. "I feel like we lost track of our game..."

"I am glad I could opening your mind, even just a little." She said as she glanced at the menu. "Can I have your Lasagna Napoletana and a root beer." Once she ordered she nodded. "I believe it is your turn to ask a question."

Sam ordered himself some spaghetti and meatballs before rubbing his hands together as he thought about more questions. He was glad they were able to have these more meaningful discussions with each other, but he still wanted them to have some fun too. "Okay. What's your guiltiest pleasure?"

Mercedes sat back and thought about his question. "I mean I have a few but the most guiltiest? Okay you can't laugh...I like to sit on my bed eating strawberry cheesecake ice cream while I binge watch shows that I haven't seen before. Right before school started I spent three days binge watching Stranger Things. What is your favorite song? Like one when it comes on the radio, no matter where you are, you have to sing it?"

"You're just describing college, Mercedes." Sam laughed before bringing his fingers up to his lips and scrunching his nose up. "That was not a laugh at your answer. Just that you're guilty about that answer," he explained. "Okay, you're not allowed to laugh at this either. But it's Footloose."

Mercedes laughed shaking her head. "I mean of course I am guilty about it Sam! I have classes and duties as President of the LADee's and I am sitting in my room eating ice cream and watching Netflix." She blushed. "Guess even in college I do things overboard." at his answer she smiled. "Okay so like I totally get it though."

"Yeah, but you have to take care of yourself. We all work real hard on the ranch. And here I've got classes and football and clubs. But my mom made me promise I would still take time to rest, which includes Netflix binges. Not all the time, but sometimes is nothing to be guilty about. Just sayin'." Sam held his hands up in innocence. "If you could have dinner with any three people, who would you pick?"

Mercedes listened to him and smirked. "You are gonna make sure I take care of myself from now on aren't you?" She didn't mind it, maybe his way of thinking would rub off on her. "Any three people?  Oh man okay... well I mean since I am already here with you I can cross that off my list. So Aretha Franklyn, Elanor Roosevelt and Martin Luther King Jr." As their drinks arrived she glanced at him,. "Marvel or DC?"

"Obviously," Sam replied easily as he buttered a piece of bread. He nodded along at her list. "Good choices, good choices. Even though I have no idea what Eleanor Roosevelt ever did in her life," he admitted with a shrug. He went to sip at his water and his eyes went wide as he set it down. "Why? Why would you do that to me? Are you trying to torture me?" He sighed and ran a hand down his face dramatically. "I can't... I just can't."

"Well good luck I am stubborn." She said taking her own bread. ""Women are like tea bags, you never know how strong they are until they are in hot water" that is one of my favorite quotes from her. She advocated for women in the workplace, and the civil rights of African Americans and Asian Americans. She was incredible and I wish I could leave a mark like that on this world." Mercedes said with a sigh. Looking up at him she laughed. "Okay, Okay fine but you have to answer this. TV Flash or Movie Flash? And Did you like Edward Norton Incredible Hulk Movie."

Sam's brows drew together and he mouthed the quote back to himself, trying to figure out what the hell it meant. And sort of picturing Mercedes in a giant tea cup. "Well, that all sounds like really awesome stuff. And I know you can leave whatever mark you want to," he added with certainty. "TV Flash. He's super hot. No Chris Evans, but still I'd hit that. Which... is not a thing you say to a girl on a first date." He blinked a couple times and shook his head at himself. "Well, I didn't watch it until after I'd seen Avengers, so the whole time I was just like: Why are you not Mark Ruffalo? I want you to be Mark Ruffalo."

Mercedes knew Sam was trying to figure the quote out, she could see his mind working. "The Quote is just telling women that they are stronger than they think they are. And I hope so, I want people to know me for something remarkable." She raised and eyebrow at him. "Okay first of all I agree 1000 percent. TV Flash way hotter and just better all around. I would hit it too." She teased with a smile. "And all I can say is Yes! Liking that version is a deal breaker. It was horrible. Mark Ruffalo is Hulk and no one can tell me any different."

"Oh. That makes sense. And I think you just being you is pretty remarkable, just sayin'." A smile of relief crossed his face at her admission and he let himself laugh. "I love dating a girl I can talk about hot guys with," he joked. "Jeff thinks I look like Hulkling and he's right, which is really annoying cause I wanted to be Cap."

Blushing she looked down at her plate. She looked up at him when he said dating. "Dating? We are dating now?" Hearing what Jeff said she nodded. "I say you look like both and since you do, you can pick which one you want to be."

Sam tilted his head, the smile still in place. "Well... this is a date, right? So I guess legally or whatever, we'd probably have to go on one more before we're allowed to say that. But who cares about rules, right?" His chest puffed up a little bit and his smile got a bit prouder. "See? I'm telling Jeff I like you better than him. But not really cause he'd give me that pouty face of his."

Mercedes looked up at him. "Well, we can always say that the gym was like a date, and walking over here was a date so I guess this is our third date. So yes we are dating..." She licked her lips as she took a sip of her drink. "Do not tell him that! He will hate me.."

"See? You're a genius. I knew it." Sam laughed and shook his head. "I won't. He would never hate you, but I still won't. The only reason he's arguing is 'cause he wants to be Cap anyway." The food appeared and he leaned back as their waiter set the plates in front of them. "Since we're on the topic, who's your favorite Avenger?"

"You make me want to figure things out to make it work." Mercedes swallowed. "Well he can be Cap on his own, but to me if you want you are Cap." She glanced down at her food and looked at Sam, reaching her hand out to his, she bowed her head saying a quick prayer over their food, then grabbed her fork. "Okay that is not fair making me choose, but if I had to pick, Hulk, all day everyday."

Sam stared intently at his fork as he spun it around in his hand over and over again, accumulating a giant wrap of spaghetti. "Is it cause you wanna brag to everyone that you're dating a guy with such awesome spaghetti skills?" He winked across the table and scooped a bunch into his mouth. "I always dreamed of being America's ass. But, see you say stuff like that, and maybe I should go with Hulkling."

Mercedes watched him and nodded. "Definitely! I think we could take you on the road make some money off of you." She took a bite of her Lasagna. "I mean with an ass like yours, you can pull of America's ass but I can see you being Bruce Banner as well." She took another bite. "This is so good, here you have to taste it." She took a forkful and pointed it towards him.

"But then I couldn't compete in the spaghetti Olympics," he pointed with a little grin. "So you been looking at my ass, huh? I don't know though. I'm not a very angry person." He eyed the fork that was held out in front of him and moved to wrap his lips around it, sliding them off a little more slowly than he normally would.

Mercedes frowned. "Decisions, decisions." She blushed looking down at her plate. "I mean its a nice ass, and I am not blind. And no you aren't a angry guy, but I wouldn't want to see you when you are angry." Mercedes watched Sam and couldn't take her eyes off of him as he tasted her dish.

"You can look at it any time you want," Sam assured her. "Oh. I see what you did there. I'll probably stick with Cap though. He'd do anything to protect the people he loves and that's something I always wanna do." He was still smirking even as he licked the sauce off his lips. "Delicious."

She bit her bottom lip. "Oh I will. And I mean mines is pretty awesome if you want to look at it." She nodded. "That is true, Cap is all about protecting his loved ones and I see that in you. You are very protective of your loved ones, of those that you care about." She closed her eyes shaking her head. "You are a tease and thats just rude." As they finished eating, Mercedes was surprised that they had an endless amount of topics they could touch, while making the conversation seem so effortless. After dinner, she grabbed her togo bag and smiled at Sam. "So where too next Cap?"

"Oh, believe me, I've snuck some peeks," Sam admitted with pink cheeks. "But I'll feel better about myself now that I have permission." He chuckled at the tease accusation and shrugged innocently. "Teases would do that and not give out the kisses. And I think I already said you can kiss me whenever you want, so." Sam slipped his hand into hers effortlessly as they exited the restaurant. "Irish Gold? Get a couple drinks, show 'em what singing really is on the karaoke stage?"

Mercedes laughed as they held hands. "But like why am I the only one stealing kisses? Its completely one sided." She heard where they were going, and smirked. "Believe it or not I have not been there before."

"Maybe I'm saving up for the most epic end of the night kiss you've ever had. Ever thought of that?" Sam suggested, giving her a playful little smile as they walked. "Really? It's my favorite weekend chill spot. You'll love it."

"Most epic, end of the night kiss? Well that is a big build up." She leaned up and kissed his cheek then kept walking like she didnt. Well I look forward to taking part in your favorite weekend spot."

"Good thing I know how to deliver." They walked their way over to the pub and Sam pulled the door open again to let Mercedes in. "Would... you mind going to get us a couple drinks?" he asked with an innocent smile . "Meet me in a booth to look at the song catalog?"

Mercedes smiled. "I dont mind. What do you want to drink?"

"Budweiser, please." Sam rarely even got carded in here himself and since Mercedes was of age anyway, hopefully it wouldn't be a problem. He gave her a kiss to the cheek before disappearing from the bar and grabbing a book of song options to flip through in a booth.

Walking over to the bar she waited for the bartender to take her order. "You here with Sam?" Mercedes looked up to see a few girls looking at her. "Yeah." "As friends?" She grabbed her drink and Sam's and shook her head as she walked away. "Nope." Making her way into the booth she smiled. "Budweiser for you and sex on the beach for me."

"Sex on the beach without me?" Sam joked without thinking. "Sorry. I promise my sex themed jokes are just habit and not pressure." He took a drink and offered a hopeful smile. "You know those girls up there?"

Mercedes laughed. "I mean find a beach once our relationship gets there and we can figure it out." She winked at him. taking a sip from her drink she shook her head. "Nope, they were actually asking if we were on a date."

Sam's eyebrows raised and he grabbed a napkin to fan himself with dramatically. He glanced back over at the girls curiously. He'd seen them around before but he didn't know why they should care. "Ahh, what my mom calls 'the busybodies'. Clearly not having enough fun with their own lives."

Mercedes laughed shaking her head at him. She smiled and shrugged. "Well they can be busy with another body, you are mines."

"Yes... I am." Sam reached across the table and took Mercedes' hand in his own, drawing it over so he could press his lips to it. He kept their fingers tangled as he smiled across the table at her. "So... which duet should we blow them away with?"

Mercedes smiled as he kissed her hand. She scooted over to him leaning against him as they looked at the list. "I say, either Summer Nights or Human Nature."

"I do love me some Michael." They were both awesome choices, but he kinda thought Summer Nights would be better with some back-up singers to play against. "Let's do Human Nature for sure. I'll put our names in."

Mercedes grinned. "Who doesn't love some Michael?" She nodded at his choice and took a sip of her drink. She watched a couple get on the stage and couldn't help but get a kick out of how adorable they were.

Sam put their names and song selection on the list before he sat back down and took another drink. "Just gonna do slightly buzzed karaoke tonight," he promised her. He watched the others sing and bobbed along. "What do you say? Wanna go make everyone in the room jealous?"

Mercedes laughed taking another sip of her drink. She nodded at Sam's question. "Of course I want to make em jealous but making out in front of them isn't showing off of talents, or not the talent you want to show off.

Sam laughed brightly as he stood from the booth. "Those talents we'll keep between us. But we can at least sing for them and make them jealous of our future stardom. And that we're the best looking couple in here, obviously." He held out a hand to her so he could lead her to the stage.

Mercedes smiled. "How can I say no to that?" She took his hand and let him lead her to the stage. She wasn't nervous to sing in front of anyone, but she was nervous about singing with Sam. Taking a deep breath, she began to sing. "Looking out across the nighttime, the city winks a sleepless eye. Hear his voice, shake my window, sweet seducing sighs."

Sam was as mesmerized as he always was when Mercedes sang. Her voice always took his breath away. He smiled before guiding the mic up to his own lips. "Get me out into the nighttime, four walls won't hold me tonight, if this town is just an apple, then let me take a bite..."

This was the duet she never knew she needed, the duet she never knew she wanted. Standing closer to Sam she continued to sing, By the end of the song everyone disappeared and it was just her and Sam. No one else was there, no one else but them.

Sam's eyes met Mercedes and they stayed there, just connecting with her as they sang.  Something just felt so right about it. Even after the song ended, he kept staring at her until he heard a wolf whistle from somewhere behind him. Chuckling, he turned back to the audience and gave a little bow before gesturing at Mercedes and applauding.

When everyone started applauding she smiled, bowing along with Sam and pulling him off the stage. "That was so much fun, you were right!" She leaned in and kissed him.

Sam felt so good. Not just the high from singing that he always got, but also from see Mercedes having such a good time and knowing he had something to do with it. "It happens once in awhile," he laughed. He led her back to the booth and they talked more about nothing and everything. "I guess I should get you home before I have a whole sorority after me."

She was sad the night was ending it was one of the best nights she had ever had, and the best date. Sam was such a great guy and if she was being honest he scared her. "Yes you should, they are very protective of me." she said with a sigh.

"I've noticed a lot of people are. You have a lotta people who care about you," Sam told her as he stood and offered his hand to her again. "Which further proves how awesome you are. I promise I'll get you home safe and sound though."

Mercedes smiled taking Sam's hand and standing. She leaned against him. "Does that mean that you are now one of those people. You know who care about me?" She nodded as they walked in the quiet darkness.

Sam's fingers slipped between hers until they were all interlocked. "You can bet your life on it," he assured her as they walked. He swung their hands gently as they walked and finally stepped onto the porch of her house. "Okay... you ready for this?" he teased.

Mercedes continued to lean on him, the walk was far too fast for her liking. When they got to her house she smiled biting her bottom lip. "Of course."

Maybe Sam had built himself up a little too much, but he'd do his best either way. Stepping forward, he wrapped an arm around Mercedes and drew her close to him. His other hand came up to cup her face gently and he leaned down until their lips met. He started as gentle as can be and slowly deepened the kiss, making sure she was reciprocating before he pushed too far.

Her heart skipped a beat when he moved closer to her, wrapping himself around her and pulling her even closer to him. The moment their lips touched, she melted into him, going at his place, because he was taking the lead of this dance."

Sam's tongue teased gently at Mercedes' lips as he drank in the taste of her. He could definitely get used to this. He kept on kissing her for another few moments before he finally had to pull back, if only to catch his breath.

As she parted her lips, their tongues danced around each other excitedly, a soft moan left her lips as her arms wrapped around his neck. When he finally pulled away all she could say was "wow" while looking in his eyes.

A slightly nervous laugh passed his lips as he exhaled. "Told you I was saving it up," he managed before leaning down again and just resting their foreheads together for a moment. This was definitely the best date he'd ever had. "Thank you. For such an awesome night."

This was perfect, she didn't want it to end. Their heads rested against each others as they both reflected on such a great moment. "I should thank you for asking me out. This was the best date." She leaned up and kissed him softly. "I should go." she said but didn't move.(edited)

Sam made a little disappointed noise even though he knew she was right. It was late and they both had a busy week ahead of them. "Okay. I will... talk to you tomorrow," he promised her, reluctantly stepping away and holding onto her hand until he couldn't reach anymore. He gave her a cute little wave over his shoulder as he finally headed down to his own house.

Mercedes sighed heavily, she wanted nothing more than to invite Sam up to her room. But a night of making out wouldn't do this date justice. Watching him leave she bit her bottom lip. "Sam, wait." She rushed over to him and pulled him into her arms. She kissed him deeply, then pulled away. "You are, something special Sam Evans." She pecked his lips once more before walking backwards to her house so she could see him. Walking to the door she gave him one last glance before going inside with a big smile on her face.

#pmercy #//i will be amazed if anyone actually reads this novel we managed to write lol

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      Know Your Jeffs: A Guide To Goldblum’s Characters

This isn’t an exhaustive list, and I will be updating it as I watch more Goldblum movies, adding in the characters as I pick them up! Everything is below the cut so that I can just update as I take more stuff in. 

The descriptions of movies and characters are very much not impartial, but they should give you an idea of what you’re in for if you want to look the film up. I’m only including stuff I’ve already seen, plus Raines, which I feel like I’m never gonna be able to get hold of, and am heartbroken about.

Movies are listed in CHRONOLOGICAL order, but if you CTRL+F, you can search for a particular character name, date, or movie/TV title. This is very much under construction. There are currently 40 Jeffs on the list. 

1978 - Invasion Of The Bodysnatchers, dir. Philip Kaufman - IMDb

Invasion Of The Bodysnatchers is a film about a kind of alien who comes to Earth and steals people’s bodies - effectively, they make up their own pod-versions of them, and then turn the original to dust.

Jack Bellicec is a poet in New York City, who owns a bathhouse with his wife, Nancy. This film is a sci-fi horror, and Jack is earnest but antsy throughout - he’s a real cutie, and every much a good guy. He’s just the sweetest, and is generally in a state of complete and utter terror, whilst still trying to keep grounded and keep thinking forward.

1980 - The Legend Of Sleepy Hollow, dir. Henning Schellerup, IMDb

Okay, so, for a stupid TV movie from the 80s, this is actually really cute It loosely follows the plot of the short story, but generally with a happier ending and a lot more fun antics from Ichabod Crane, and it’s just great fun. A schoolteacher comes to the valley of Sleepy Hollow, and finds himself facing down the silly ghost stories continuously thrown forward by the locals.

Ichabod Crane is the cutest - he’s soft and sweet with the children, like he is in the short story, on top of being lanky and clumsy and a little stupid; he lacks a lot of his arrogance that he has in the short story, and instead he’s much less of a dick when he criticizes the ghost stories and stuff. He’s lovely, I adore him. 

1980 - Tenspeed and Brownshoe, TV Series - IMDb

Tenspeed and Brownshoe is a delight - it’s a detective TV series with a very light-hearted tone, and it’s very comfortable to just settle back and watch casually. 

Lionel Whitney is... a trip. A chartered accountant turned gumshoe, Lionel starts his own detective agency in L.A. after breaking up with his fiancée and meeting the charming (and duplicitous) E.L. Turner, a conman and scam artist. E.L. is his partner in the business, and the two combine strengths - Lionel with his idolisation of and knowledge of the 40s pulp fictional detective, Mark Savage, as well as his black belt in karate; E.L. with his thousands of accumulated skills, including being a master of disguise, a smooth-talker, and a winner at sleight of hand. 

Lionel is a dote: he’s just the sweetest, and he really gives off Bertie Wooster vibes, but with an air of genuine competence Mr Wooster never had. He’s truly incredible, and all the episodes of Tenspeed and Brownshoe are up on YouTube, so it’s really worth watching!

1981 - Threshold, dir. Richard Pearce - IMDb

Okay, so Threshold... Big old snooze fest. Not a very engaging movie, not an especially good movie - I forgot a good deal of the movie after I finished watching it. It was uninspiring and a bit bland. The concept is basically that a pioneer in mechanical science re: bio-engineering comes up with a heart valve to replace a little girl’s heart - the pioneer being Jeff Goldblum’s character - and a doctor puts it in the little girl, but it’s a very unpopular decision, because it’s not organic. Obviously, in the 80s, that was a much bigger deal than it is now. 

Aldo Gehring is just... Adorable. Too earnest, a little bit arrogant, and he’s just far too baby-faced for the age he’s textually said to be to be believable, but like... You know! It’s a dull movie either way, and Aldo isn’t a huge part of it. 

1983 - The Big Chill, dir. Lawrence Kasdan - IMDb

The Big Chill is a film about a group of college friends that meet up for the first time in like, a decade after one of their closest friends commits suicide. They all come for the funeral, and spend a few days together in the aftermath.

A lot of people seem to dislike Michael Gold, but like, he’s kind of one of the most tragic of the figures in the movie - a lot of their friends don’t remember him initially, and he really isn’t good at doing anything other than compartmentalising and shoving down his emotions. He’s brittle and a little sharp, and maybe a bit too honest for his own good, but I really love him, and I totally rec him if you can handle the subject matter, which is obviously very grim and very sad.

1984 - The Adventures of Buckaroo Banzai, dir. W.D. Richter - IMDb

Buckaroo Banzai is a guy who’s basically, like, any eight-year-old’s Mary Sue - he’s a cowboy, a neurosurgeon, an expert test pilot, a rockstar, etc... And they play it completely straight. Leading his band of hypercompetent pretty boys, The Hong-Kong Cavaliers, he saves the world, if not the universe, on the regular. 

Doctor Sidney Zweibel, a.k.a. New Jersey, is a new addition to the team in The Adventures, and he’s a neurosurgeon who went to med school with Buckaroo. He’s a would-be cowboy, complete with boots, hat and chaps, and he’s just the cutest thing in the world, a sweet and pure boy. 10/10 Goldblums for Sid Zweibel.

1985 - Silverado, dir. Lawrence Kasdan - IMDb

Mmm, Silverado is one of the worst movies I’ve ever seen, and it has little to no plot. Even for a Western, I found it incredibly dry and disjointed, and I can’t in good fatih recommend it to anybody, even though John Cleese is inexplicably a sheriff midway through.

However. Slick (whose actual name is Calvin Stanhope) is really fucking hot, and so you should watch his scenes on YouTube, even if you don’t watch the movie (which you shouldn’t). Slick’s screentime tocks up to around 15-20 minutes, out of a movie that’s genuinely like, two and a half hours long.

Slick is like, a casino man with a knife in his boot; he wears furs; he’s terrible. He’s so great, I adore him. 

1985 - Into The Night, dir. John Landis - IMDb

Into The Night is... a little hard to describe. It’s like, a crime thriller movie with Jeff Goldblum and Michelle Pfeiffer, and with a cameo from David Bowie, as well as about 700 other Hollywood lads who Landis knew. I think the plot is... loose, and the film itself isn’t the greatest, but the main characters are pretty great.

Ed Okin is an astrophysicist dissatisfied with his job and his life in general, who abruptly becomes plagued by this inescapable insomnia, and subsequently becomes embroiled in this whole crime plot across from Pfeiffer. I really love Ed - because of the insomnia, he tends to underreact to most of the situations around him, and he’s very likable.

1985 - Transylvania 6-5000, dir. Ruby de Luca - IMDb

Is TR 6-5000 a good movie? No, absolutely not. But should you watch it? Oh, yes. 

This is like, a comedy/absurdist horror/pastiche, lots... It’s lots of stuff. Basically, these two reporters who do a Weekly World News style thing go to Transylvania to report on Frankenstein, and also meet some Igors, a werewolf, a vampire, etc.

Jack Harrison is such a great character - he’s pretty much eternally looking after his hapless partner, Gil, but both of them are as ridiculous as the other, each of them stumbling into bizarre situations. Definitely don’t take the movie too seriously, but it really is a fun thing, and it’s certainly worth watching for the goofy trip it is. Jack is a real sweetheart, and he’s so lovable - Gil certainly thinks so. ;)

1986 - The Fly, dir. David Cronenburg - IMDb

So, fair warning, I nearly vomited like, several times watching The Fly, and was on the verge of just turning it off a few times. It’s nearly forty years old, but the body horror of the effects really stands up, and it’s very gory toward the end.  Despite its well-earned rep as such a gory film, though, The Fly is actually a heartbreaking tragedy, so definitely don’t expect it to be lacking in the feels department if you can stomach it.

Seth Brundle (yeah, poor guy, what a name) is a really impressive engineer and scientist, and he invents a machine that should enable him to teleport objects from one electronic pod to another. Unfortunately, when teleporting himself, he becomes melded with an intruder to the pod - a fly - and begins a horrifying transition into something other than human.

Seth at the start is... He’s a genius, but he’s naive, arrogant, and a little too trusting in how earnest he is. As time goes on, and he begins the change into Brundlefly, he becomes much more erratic, and his personality changes a lot. I totally rec Seth, honestly. 

1988 - Vibes, dir. Ken Kwapis - IMDB

Vibes is a fucking trip. It’s a movie about two psychics - Jeff Goldblum’s character, Nick Deezy, who can tell the history of an object by touching it, and Cyndi Lauper’s character, Sylvia Pickel, who is a medium. Yes, you read that right. Cyndi Lauper. It’s incredible.

Vibes is actually a much better movie than I expected - it’s a genuinely funny comedy, it’s ridiculous and cartoonish and stupid, but it’s fun. Cyndi Lauper and Goldblum have a tango scene at one point, and the height differential is so extreme that she’s literally wrapped around his waist and he’s just carrying her around.

Nick Deezy himself is a really interesting character - he’s kinda used to being used and pushed around because of his psychic powers, but he’s a guy with such a lot of courage and genuine empathy for others, and I just think he’s so sweet. 

1988 - Earth Girls Are Easy,  dir. Julien Temple - IMDb

So... Earth Girls Are Easy is in the same vein as Vibes for me - it’s a fun romp, and so long as you don’t take it too seriously, it’s a really enjoyable movie. It’s about these three furry aliens that drop down to Earth, and are trying to pick up the language and have a good time. It’s good banter, and it’s also a musical, because-- It was 1988, okay? 

Mac is like, probably one of the most genuinely sweet characters out of the ones on this list - he’s very caring, and he’s doing his best to do good whilst not really being able to navigate the world around him very easily. He’s wonderful, and I can’t rec Earth Girls enough.

He’s also a big, furry, blue guy in his underwear for the first part of the movie, if that helps.

1989 - The Tall Guy, dir. Mel Smith - IMDb

So, disclaimer. This film is written by Richard Curtis, so like... It’s snappy, it’s clever, but it’s also a little insufferable and kinda misogynistic the whole way through, with the classic Curtis obsession with infidelity, where characters cheat on one another whether it makes sense or not.

That aside, I really enjoyed the first two acts of this movie, and while the third one falls very flat, I still think it’s worth watching. Goldblum’s character, Dexter King, plays the straight man in Rowan Atkinson’s comedy sketch act, but goes on to have a romantic relationship with Emma Thompson, and those links are just... So cute.

I think Dexter is kind of a dick, but by no means does that make him unlikable, and I’d still rec The Tall Guy! I’m not sure how long Goldblum was in the UK for - there’s a nude sex scene with Goldblum and Thompson, and I was really thrown, because he’s super pale in this film, compared to similar nude scenes in like, The Fly. So there’s your fun tidbit for the day lmao.

1990 - Mister Frost, dir. Philippe Setbon - IMDb

This film is... Odd. As a thriller, it’s fine - you know, it’s average. It isn’t so terrible, but it’s not great either. But as like, a film, there are aspects where it’s just inexplicably terrible - some of the lines are dubbed over, for some reason, and the sound quality is so off in random moments; there are odd moments where the camera is just too close to the actors’ faces, even for a close-up; technically, this film just has some bizarre and glaring... errors.

The plot is interesting, though, and I did enjoy it for that aspect - Mister Frost is a serial killer institutionalized in an attempt to cure him of his murderous tendencies, and he then professes to be Lucifer himself. 

Mister Frost is a funny guy. He’s snide, clever, self-obsessed and sharp - I really liked him, and I totally think he’s worth a watch.

1992 - Fathers & Sons, dir. Paul Mones - IMDb

[icon to be added if I can ever get a decent fucking picture or screencap or something of this film]

This film was bad. I didn’t care for it. Fathers & Sons is, however, like... Very human, I guess. Max, Goldblum’s character, runs a bookstore on the coast and is having trouble communicating with his son, Ed; there’s a lot of tension between them based off the death of Ed’s mother and Max’s own character flaws, as well as Max’s temper. There’s fucking voiceover in the film, which is used clumsily and just comes across as terrible, but there aren’t any glaring technical issues throughout like there are with Mister Frost.

Max himself is not, in my opinion, a very likable character? He’s certainly relatively sympathetic, and you can see where he’s coming from, but he’s got a terrible temper and the tension with Ed is very much his own doing in a lot of respects - despite my personal dislikes, however, Goldblum is as ever a marvel, and you really do feel that Max is a whole, complete person.

1992 - Shooting Elizabeth, dr. Baz Taylor - IMDb

This film was a fucking trip and a half. The premise is that this guy, Howard, really hates his wife, and decides he hates her so much that he’s gonna kill her, but when she goes missing, he is arrested for her murder even though he never got around to it. It’s a generically confused movie which neither really meets its labelled genres of comedy or thriller, but wouldn’t do well under drama or romance either. It’s odd.

Howard Pigeon, as a character, is deeply unstable. A lot of the moments in the movie that I think are meant to be comedic just end up being tragic, because you can see how upset he is, how freaked out he is, and how disconnected from reality and rational thought he is. He’s also just... A really fucking bad person, but to be honest, so is his wife, so like... Hey. It is what it is, I guess. 

1992 - Deep Cover, dir. Bill Duke - IMDb

Deep Cover is fucking incredible. It’s easily one of my favourite movies now, and I just die over it, to be honest. Playing across from Laurence Fishburne (then billed as Larry), David Jason (Elias in the script, and I don’t know why they changed it, maybe to make his name less blatantly Jewish, but I assume none of them had ever heard of Only Fools and Horses) is a low-down cocaine mogul trying to break out on his own from the local boss. 

He’s a fascinating character, and I just adore him - the film itself is a very gritty noir that really considers lines of racial intersection and prejudice within both the police force and the drug trade, and David himself is constantly suffering from antisemitism and a lot of very targeted homophobic remarks, and it’s heavily implied he wants to fuck John, Laurence Fishburne’s character. David is erratic, sharp, and extremely brittle with a very short temper: he and John kinda balance each other out, because John’s a much cooler, calmer guy, and I just love their dynamic.

David’s my son. I love him. I will cry over him forever. 

1993 - Jurassic Park, dir. Steven Spielberg - IMDB        ↪1997 - Jurassic Park: The Lost World, dir. Steven Spielberg - IMDb        ↪2018 - Jurassic World: Fallen Kingdom, dir. J.A. Bayona - IMDb

So, like, I’m sure you know the basic concept of Jurassic Park. A crazed Walt Disney parody in white linen with seemingly unlimited money decides to clone a bunch of fucking dinosaurs and put them into a theme park, and it goes horribly wrong. These films are genuinely great sci-fi, raising some wonderful philosophical questions about ownership, ethics, and our place in the universe, and the voice of that philosophy usually belongs to Doctor Ian Malcolm, a mathematician who specialises in chaos theory.

Ian Malcolm... I just adore him, I really do. You know, I’ve read the book of course, as well as the seen all the Jurassic Park and Jurassic World movies, and Ian is just a delight - he’s bright, he’s sarcastic, but he’s genuinely full of feeling and so eager to talk to other people, to connect with them, etc. I just find him fascinating, and even if sci-fi isn’t your thing, you’ll love Jurassic Park for him alone.

He reprises his role in the latest Jurassic World movie - I can’t, in all good conscience, really recommend the Jurassic World movies, but... He is a silver fox. 

1995 - Hideaway, dir. Brett Leonard - IMDb

Hideaway is a supernatural thriller based around the concept of demonic possession, and an antiques dealer - Hatch Harrison - finds he has visions of a local serial killer after being revived from being dead for several minutes. Using those visions to thwart the killer, he and his family realise the cause is supernatural. 

Hatch is a really cool dude, and I like him a lot - he’s got the strongest dad energies, and he’s so, so caring. Even grieving and tense, like, he’s just doing his best, and he’s such a good guy, I really adore him. 

1995 - Nine Months, dir. Chris Columbus - IMDb

Nine Months is a terrible movie thick with a deeply unsettling ideology re: the whole “everybody really wants kids and must have them”, and I honestly despised it throughout. It’s just a terrible movie, and Columbus always ranges from “this guy is a vaguely bad director” to “this guy is a fucking twat”, and there is nothing vague about the badness of this movie.

That aside, however, Goldblum’s character is kind of a delight. Sean Fletcher is a painter (of paintings, not houses) and like... Layabout? He’s a little erratic, he changes his mind about stuff constantly, but he’s a really sound guy, and he cares a lot about Hugh Grant’s character, who is the protagonist. He’s really fun in a movie that’s just garbage the way through. 

1995 - Powder, dir. Victor Salva - IMDb

Powder is a very sad movie, to be honest. It’s about this lad who’s like, an albino with telekinetic powers, and when his parents die, he ends up having to go into the public school system, where he’s bullied an awful lot. It’s extremely brutal about a lot of the bullying stuff, and it does come across very accurately; just as a general warning, there’s... an uncomfortable tone to it, although nothing directly or graphically terrible, especially re: sexuality, which I noticed even before looked Salva up and realised he was that paedophile that did Jeepers Creepers. It’s just something to be aware of.

Jeff’s character is... a delight, however. Donald Ripley is a high school teacher who’s genuinely really passionate about teaching, has no small amount of sympathy for all of his students, and is just-- He’s really sweet, and I love him. Despite the uncomfortable gaze of the film, he retains a paternal air, and I love it.  

1996 - Independence Day, dir. Roland Emmerich - IMDb          ↪2016 - Independence Day: Resurgence, dir. Roland Emmerich - IMDb

Independence Day, honestly, I expected to be like, bad sci-fi dreck, and it genuinely isn’t. While I think the premise is inherently stupid (the whole evil aliens invade thing), it’s actually executed so well, and I just love it as a flick - Judaism saves the day in many aspects, and it’s so nice to have that positive thing mixed up in it.

David Levinson is such a sweet guy - he’s arrogant and a little bit of an ass, but like, he’s so caring: he constantly worries about his dad, he’s so loyal to his ex-wife without being creepy or weird about it after like, three years; he fucking recycles and uses his bike to get around the city... Like, he’s an underachiever initially, but he’s a genuinely nice guy despite his abrasive personality at times, you know?

I just love him.  

And he reprises the role in the new movie, which isn’t as good as the first one, but is still worth a watch for Julius Levinson’s antics, picking up grandchildren as he drives across America. 

1998 - Holy Man, dir. Stephen Herek - IMDb

My full review of Holy Man is here.

Holy Man is not a good film. It’s about an exec who runs a TV shopping channel, but is like, really shit at it, and he ends up getting G., a homeless guru played by Eddie Murphy, to sell stuff for him. Nonsensical and odd although the film is, it’s actually surprisingly sweet and wholesome, and I really enjoyed a lot of the humour. 

Ricky is a pretty bad guy at the beginning, but he’s slick and fun and good-humoured - he’s mostly just selfish more than outright evil, and he actually ends up becoming a lot less selfish toward the end of the film. He’s a sweetheart, in some respects. 

2001 - Cats & Dogs, dir. Lawrence Guterman - IMDb

God, this movie is so bad, and so much more racist than I remembered? There’s this whole racist sequence with some ninja cats, complete with the chopsticks-style music playing in the background, and that’s... Awful. 

But Charles Brody is actually really funny, to be honest. Goldblum somehow makes him feel really human - earnest and work-obsessed, but still desperate to be a good father despite not being naturally inclined, and that’s... Honestly, I hate it when he does this. He takes the stupidest character in the stupidest movie and makes them feel like a real person, and I hate him for it.

Brody is cute. 

2002 - Igby Goes Down, dir. Burr Steers - IMDb

Igby Goes Down is... Hm. What best to call it? Insipid teenage horseshit. The whole film is just fucking terrible, honestly - it centres around the Culkin that isn’t Kevin in Home Alone, and he’s some unbearable little New York teenager who thinks the world revolves around him and is upset at the prospect that perhaps he should go to school and/or get a job. 

Anyway, Goldblum is at his least moral and most hot, he is revolting, and he is so sexy. There’s a weird thing where he’s the family friend of a family that’s pretty anti-semitic, but they play it straight, as if Jeff Goldblum’s face isn’t one of the most Jewish faces anybody’s ever seen, but that aside, he’s really sexy. Sociopathic, abruptly violent, and infrequently undressed, but it’s not worth watching the rest of the film for, to be honest. 

2003 - Spinning Boris, dir. Roger Spottiswoode - IMDb

Spinning Boris. What a film.

Here, listen, we just watched this, me and @annethecatdetective, and it was absolutely nothing that I expected,or could expect. It’s a heavily fictionalised “based on a true story” film about three Rpublicans who went to work on the Boris Yeltsin campaign in ‘96. We, apparently, are once again meant to believe Jeff Goldblum as a goyische Republican, which--

I mean, what can I tell you? He does it so well. George Gorton’s fictionalised counterpart is charismatic, charming and funny, but so is most of the movie - the Republican trio are all morons, but that actually lends to their likability in the end, and Gorton is the most lovable of the three, taking the foreground. This movie was like, actually really good.  

2004 - The Life Aquatic With Steve Zissou, dir. Wes Anderson - IMDb

I hated this film, and had to fast-forward a lot of it. I’m not a fan of Anderson at all, much as Goldblum is always singing his praises - I just don’t get it, I guess. Anderson is a master of visual spectacle, but he’s one of the worst writers out there, and pithy lines don’t make up for the complete lack of character that any of his films have.

Alistair Hennessy is no exception. He’s pithy, vaguely (comedically?) sociopathic, and is kinda DTF... And that’s about it. Even Goldblum can’t really add that much depth to this guy, because there’s no depth in other characters for him to play off. 

2006 - Man of the Year, dir. Barry Levinson - IMDb

Mmm, so, Man of the Year surprised me. 

It’s definitely quite weak, when it comes to plot and writing - the jokes aren’t at their strongest; it can’t really decide whether it wants to be a comedy or a political thriller; some of the jokes and commentary are very off-colour and have not aged well; it seeks to set out a political moral without making any particular targets. Nonetheless, I rather enjoyed it - it doesn’t pretend to be a higher art than it is, and I think it’s still enjoyable. The primary drawback is probably that the premise of a comedian being elected president of the USA is much less hilariously unbelievable in the wake of the Trump campaign, and that colours my perception a little - some of the protag’s comments about immigration or women, the way he responds to other candidates in debate, Hell, even Robin Williams’ wearing of a red baseball cap at one point... All of those elements kinda take the humour out of it a bit because of the Trump election, but hey, it was 2006 - how could they possibly know?

Goldblum’s character in this, Mr Stewart, is the lawyer and primed attack dog of a corrupt company that produces the electronic voting machines responsible for Williams’ character being elected. He isn’t at his most Goldblum-esque in this, I have to say - he’s sharp, nasty, and very business-focused, but he doesn’t get that much time on screen, and his on-screen moments don’t lean very much into his usual charm and humour. Stewart is actually a very dull, run-of-the-mill evil corporate type, and he was a pretty boring character. 

2007 - Raines, TV Series - IMDb

I will write whatever you want if you can get me a download link for this, or somewhere where I can just buy the fucking series, from Ireland. I am desperate to watch it, because it looks fucking awful. Michael Raines is a detective who hallucinates that his victims help him solve the crimes.

Doesn’t that sound so bad? I need it. 

2009-2010 - Law & Order: Criminal Intent, TV Series - IMDb

So like, you know the shtick with Law & Order. It’s a gory, stupid crime procedural that’s just really stupid. This one, Criminal Intent, is about major crimes, but honestly, I have little to no idea exactly what a major crime is, even having watched the two seasons in which Zach Nichols is a marauding force. 

Zach Nichols himself is... Fascinating. So, you know how there’s this fucking trend of just, mean detective who everyone lets be mean because he’s a ~genius~ or whatever, and everyone is always like “ugh, he fucking sucks, but we gotta let him do that”? That is not the case with Zach Nichols. Zach Nichols is nothing short of a genuine sociopath, continuously manipulative, randomly and without provocation is he cruel to victims, witnesses and criminals alike. At no point does anybody call him out for being terrible, or even admitting he’s being terrible. It’s like no one registers the cruelty of his behaviour, or cares.

Honestly, I expect it’s quite accurate as to the New York police system, and in the mean time, it’s really fucking hot. He’s my favourite of all of Goldblum’s characters, and he disgusts me on literally every level. 

2010 - Morning Glory, dir. Roger Michell - IMDb

Morning Glory is... It starts out very bland and uninspiring, but it does grow on you more as it goes on. In my opinion, it would have been better if they’d just tried to bill it genuinely, as a comedy-drama, which is what it is - instead, they tried to shoehorn in a very ugly actor I forget the name of as a love interest for Rachel McAdams, I presume in desperate hope of earning that rom-com dollar. Nonetheless, it’s a cute enough concept - TV journalist gets her dream job running a news studio, and has to get bully and asshole anchor Harrison Ford to be fun and wholesome for the morning show. It’s cute, and I do think it’s worth watching despite some of the issues with it.

Jerry is like... He’s so fucking great. Jerry is just an ass. He’s rude, he’s biting, he’s constantly telling McAdams’ character to make stuff that is impossible work, and he very much eats, breathes, and sleeps his job, while packing in time to jog and to fuck an extremely stupid girl, Lisa, he put in the newsroom, who believes in shit like past lives and angels, and is literally the best character in the movie. 

Jerry and Lisa are the fucking greatest, everyone else can go home. 

According to the IMDb credits, he has a wife who is unnamed, but like... I have no memory of her even being in the movie, honestly. It’s not the greatest of cinematic works.

2010 - The Switch, dir. Josh Gordan & Will Speck - IMDb

The Switch? Bad concept. It’s about Jason Bateman’s character stealing the sperm donation that Jennifer Aniston was going to use to get pregnant, and then replacing it with his own. So like, off the bat, the whole reproductive rape, grievious sexual assault thing, that the movie... Kinda expects you to view as romantic? Somehow? I don’t.... get it. Apparently it’s okay because their characters are “friends”.

Anyway, moving onto the important part, Leonard, Jeff’s character, is great. He’s go the BDE going on; at one point he’s walking on the treadmill while eating a candy bar, and mocks Jason Bateman for not doing the same; he’s sarcastic, eccentric, and a massive THOT that lets women handfeed him; and, inexplicably, despite being Jason Bateman’s boss, him and Bateman are best friends. 10 out of 10 Goldblums for Leonard, who they didn’t bother to give a last name to. 

2012 - Zambezia, dir. Wayne Thornley - IMDb

Egh. Like, even for a kid’s movie this one was pretty bland? The actual design and animation is pretty beautiful - I love the designs of all the wildlife, which is the main focus of it, and that’s really well-done throughout; there’s also a star-studded cast of voice actors. The story is pretty dull, and the script ain’t great, but hey. It’s a kid’s movie, and I think it does what it means to do. 

Ajax, Goldblum’s character, is pretty cute - he’s like, a busybody, like the fucking... Toucan or whatever he is in the Lion King. He’s the advisor to the bird king or whatever. That’s... I mean, that’s pretty much it. There’s very little to say here. 

2013 - Le Week-end, dir. Roger Michell - IMDb

Le Week-end is fucking adorable. It’s about this struggling middle-aged couple who go to Paris for a weekend to try to rekindle their marriage, and they run around committing shenanigans, arguing, and generally being a little bit adorable. 

They meet Morgan, who is an old schoolfriend of Jim Broadbent’s character, and is now like, a best-selling writer in economics, and he invites them for a really stupid dinner party full of really impressive people, which makes both of them feel very inadequate. Jim Broadbent spends a lot of the party with Morgan’s weird teenage son, chatting about how Morgan is kind of a dick, but honestly, Morgan is just... Not self-aware. He’s pretty much in love with Jim Broadbent the entire time, and sings everybody’s praises, then comes to rescue them both at the end.

He’s very cute, kinda selfish, kind of disconnected from reality, and I have a lot of affection for him. 

2014 - The Grand Budapest Hotel, dir. Wes Anderson - IMDb

The Grand Budapest Hotel is like... It’s a Wes Anderson film. Egh. 

Deputy Kovacs is probably the least Goldblum-y character in any Goldblum role. He doesn’t have many of the verbal tics, and to be honest, he doesn’t even move his hands in the typical Goldblum fashion - if you look at the dinner scene, you can see his fingers twitching as he tries to keep his hand still. 

Kovacs has some good lines, but like any Anderson character, doesn’t really have a character. 

2015 - Mortdecai, dir. David Koepp - IMDb

Mortdecai is a terrible fucking film, and I despised it. It was just awful, it really was, and Johnny Depp and Gwyneth Paltrow’s characters were each fucking insufferable. It’s about this posh cunt who sells art, and then lots of people try to kill him because he’s posh, and a cunt.

Jeff’s character, Milton Krampf, is the father of Olivia Munn’s character, and Olivia Munn is a nymphomaniac who wants to fuck Johnny Depp. Milton gets like, 5 minutes of screentime, and is weirdly on board with his daughter banging Johnny Depp, but that’s it. If you ask my opinion, they should have had Milton try to bang Depp, and let Olivia Munn be in charge, but like... It was a bad movie. There was no thinking outside the box. 

2017 - Thor: Ragnarok, dir. Taika Waititi - IMDb

I mean, what do I even say? 

Thor: Ragnarok is like, my least favourite Thor film, but not because it’s not great. Thor: Ragnarok is so much better than most of the other Marvel films put together - it’s fun, it’s snappy, it’s beautifully shot, it has a vision, etc. etc. Taika Waititi’s humour mostly isn’t my thing, but his comedy is so well-ranging and so well-done that like, even if it isn’t your thing, you still get laughs out of his movies. Ragnarok is a great movie - it’s not my favourite for like, Loki’s characterisation, but... Honestly, when you’re watching it, that stuff just falls away. It’s so entertaining and so well done, even if I don’t agree with some of the characterization and story choices. 

And the GM, God, he’s... Just terrible. I adore him. You know I adore him, this whole blog is just GM fanfiction. He’s an Eldritch being with unlimited power who forces people to fight in an intergalactic alien arena while shtupping Loki Laufeyson and being too lazy to properly rule a planet. What’s not to love?

2018 - Seth Rogen’s Hilarity for Charity, dir. Ryan Polito - IMDb

Hilarity for Charity was not funny, and was generally very painful to watch. I would recommend you skip through all of the “comedy” except for Tiffany Kaddish and John Mulaney. 

At the end of the special, Jeff Goldblum plays the human face of the Netflix Algorithm, and playfully talks about destroying all human life. It’s pretty cute. 

2018 - Isle of Dogs, dir. Wes Anderson - IMDb

I fell asleep during this. Like, within a half hour, I fell asleep. 

Goldblum is underutilised, but to be honest, so are a lot of the characters - Isle of Dogs is a very weird movie, and I’m a little unclear as to some of the choices Anderson made with it, but visually, it’s a very strong movie, and it’s more enjoyable than most. 

I still fell asleep. 

Goldblum’s character, Duke, is like, a husky with a cheerful attitude, and he’s constantly gossiping and making shit up. His lines are good fun.  

2018 - Hotel Artemis, dir. Drew Pearce - IMDb

Now, Hotel Artemis, not a great movie. The plot is very lacking, the characters mostly cardboard archetypes instead of developed individuals... I think the film has a lot of issues with telling the audience the stuff that could be shown much more artfully, but like, egh.

Despite those issues, Orian Franklin - Niagara - is a very interesting character. He’s in the movie for a very short amount of time (barely twenty-five minutes of screentime, if that) but he’s a really interesting enigma, and I really loved what little they bothered to do with him.

He’s one of those characters that’s much more interesting in fanfic than in the canon. 

#as defined by dictionary #jeff goldblum #jgcu #dictionary writes #this is very much under construction lol

[blizzardfluffykpop]

Young K X Reader

Summary:You know Bassists are 10x better than guitarists; I would know.

One shot

Please don’t read if you’re innocent, this is smut and mature content, please read other works if you like my fanfiction but, don’t read the smut. Just this is for mature readers and/or over 18 readers.

Prompt: 1. There is a present for you later~

Know the best thing about your boyfriend being a bassist? Is the calluses on their fingers. And just so you know it's even better than a guitarists because of the fact, they need to be thicker for the thicker strings on the bass. Let me tell you that is the best feeling in the world.

For a very long time I was dating a guitarist. Our relationship went well until he cheated on me, not with just anyone. A person who I shared my secrets with, not my best friend. But someone I was about to consider coming into the tight knit circle called best friends. Good thing I never let her into my life that would have been a mistake and a half.

One thing I had missed from the relationship, was how rough his fingers felt against me. When I lost that I sort of felt like I would never feel it again. I sort of vouched ever dating a guitarist again off my lists. Now, not saying all guitarists are bad people. That just sort of ruined it for me.

I was with my best friends collection of friends. I'm really awkward around them but, she made me feel safe with them. I still thank her for that. She had this one friend who she liked to call Brian. He hated it but, didn't care to the extent that some people do. And I'll be honest he is really hot.

He told me his real name is Young-hyun. But since, I am best friends with (B/n) he wouldn't mind me calling him Brian. I grinned at him and agreed to it. I quickly found out that the reason (B/n) wanted me there is she wanted me to meet someone new and she really liked this guy named Jae-hyung. I put two and two together and I realized that's who she liked.

Needless to say, I got them together before I got into another relationship. I had strings to guitar players so I taught everything she need to know to get. To get her even closer. Their first date was him teaching her how to play. I thought it was cute. Even though I had affliction of hate towards guitarists she and him are the two I hold an exception to.

It came to a shock for me when, I was hanging out with the group. And Brian and I were sitting next to each other on the couch watching Dowoon and (B/n) play against each other. When he asked me out. He asked me to go out with him right at that instant and took me out of the house not even waiting for my answer. I guessed he already assumed I would say yes. He wasn't wrong but jeez.

It was one of the best dates I had in a long time. He took me window shopping we could of both afforded to go anywhere and buy what we wanted but we were waiting on Christmas for that.

When Christmas rolled around, I became really good friends and close with everyone that (B/n) was friend with. Honestly, that is pretty hard for me. Brian and I had started dating since that night he took me out on the town.

When the day of Christmas came around we all stayed at their dorm. And we couldn't leave even if we wanted to. We had been snowed in. (I know how the weather is there. But I live in Ohio by the lake so you know it's going to get snowy up in here). I was snuggled up to Brian in our covers as we watched movies. We all got each other something. I loved them all.

Let me just say Brian got me a cute little necklace but he had a little card in it and it said. "There is a present for you later~"

Figuring it is Brian I knew it had to do something dirty. We had never gone to the point where we were having sex. And I was feeling some kind of what do they call it? Oh a dry spell? Maybe? Even though I had a boyfriend.

Should I tell you it's been almost a year with out a dick. It's like no nut November excepted it's lasted almost a year. I'll let you in on a little secret I'm feeling quite needy. Like a little baby to a mom. But it's more like a sexual frustration so maybe that analogy doesn't work. Unless you have an Oedipus condition; which I don't.

I would be lying if I said that didn't turn me on. Even though where watching the cutest, sweetest, most innocent, Christmas movies.

It's about 10 at night when they all start falling asleep. Sungjin bids us a good night and leaves to sleep. Dowoon slowly follows after him doing the same. (B/n) doesn't even get up from the floor she falls straight asleep on Jae'a shoulder. Who laid his head on hers and fell asleep. Wonpil fell asleep on the arm chair in the weirdest position and was out like a light.

I looked over at Brian and he said in a whisper tone, "Ready for your present?"

I nodded and he added, "I'm sorry you'll have to keep quiet this time."

I raise my eyebrows wondering what he meant. And then I thought about what it said. Does this mean that this dry spell will finally be uplifted from me? Or he could be surprising me with a puppy and doesn't want me screaming. I'd be fine with that as well.

He pulls me up and leads me into his room. I've been in here before and it's always messy, it has that aesthetic of a bassist tho. Like their are bass player posters, fairy lights, music sheets, and three different bass guitars hanging up on the walls. His bed is always messed up whether the sheets are strewn and messy or their is music all over it. Wait, wait, hold up. That bed is not messy rather, it's completely tucked in. And are those rose petals or is it blood and he is about to commit murder. And I'm maybe second or third maybe even the fourth victim. Maybe he hides them in his bed like the hotel series from American horror stories. I quickly turn around to make sure be isn't holding a knife or anything. And I sigh in relief.

Well back track that, not really relief. But more of an oh my god he has abs, and is that his dick? Fuck me, well I meant that more as sarcastic; but, I mean please take me literal.

I look at him and with no words said I peck his lips and drop to my knees. And I give a kiss to his tip. He hisses, I find that sound to be music to my ears. I instantly, instead of doing a kitten lick. I wrap my mouth around his cock and go to his the base as far as I could before swallowing around him.

I look up at him to see he is biting his lip and his head is thrown back. In response I swallow around him again. And slowly move my mouth along his cock. I feel his hand encouragingly go into my hair. I continue on for a little while switching from sucking to licking his tip. Till, he pulls me off and whispers into my ear, "As much as I would love to cum inside your mouth. This is your present sweetie."

He goes inside his bedside table. Pulls out the foil of a condom rips it open and rolls on the condom. I give him a little grin and quickly take off mg clothes.

He lays me against his bed softly after, I have taken off my clothes. I kiss him deeply and do you remember when I was telling you about calluses? Let me tell you he slipped his fingers between my folds to find if I was wet enough.

I am from just thinking about since he gave me my present. And yes to answer your question I didn't take off my necklace he gave me.

His fingers were so rough and callused that I had to resist from moaning. My fingers clench the sheets and my toes curl as I feel them. He slips them out. Pulls away from the kiss for him to lick his fingers off. He gives me a smirk and whispers into my ear, "You taste so good, baby."

He teases my entrance with his cock and I tense a little waiting for him to thrust in. And when he does, I have to resist from screaming in pleasure. I'm going to have a bloody lip after this from how hard I'm biting my lip. I see he's doing the same.

He pulls me up a little from the bed to kiss me deeply. As he slowly thrusts in not wanting to shake the bed so it knocks against the wall. And wakes everyone up for them to see him pounding into me.

He looks at me as we pull away from each other to pant a little. And I tell him softly, "If we do it on the floor it won't make as much noise."

"Are you sure? I don't want our first time together as a couple for you to be uncomfortable." He whispers back.

"Don't worry I've fucked in more uncomfortable situations. Plus, you can just promise me for next time." I tell him in a whisper.

He smiles at me and tells me in my ear, "There will be more than just a next time, Jagi."

I grin at him as he lifts us off the bed and onto the floor. He starts fucking me even faster. I feel his hands wrap tightly around my hips trying to hit deeper with each thrust. I hold my hand over my mouth to muffle my moans.

I'm a little uncomfortable but, I think the pleasure he is giving me is ten times more worth it.

I feel my orgasm coming on. And I feel his as well as he twitches and his thrusts get more erratic. I feel him cum first, and with that I feel my orgasm just happen. My walls clenching around his cock. He lets out a soft barely audible whimper. And I grin a bit as he thrusts in for a minute riding out our high.

He kisses me deeply and I kiss back matching his kiss. He picks me up and slowly pulls out. My walls clenching as though trying to feel the feeling of being filled again.

We stop to breath and he places me on his bed. He un-tucks the covers and pulls them our from underneath him and I. And pulls me into him as he throws the covers over us.

When we woke up the next morning we woke up to Polaroid pictures being taken of us. Being as (B/n) just got it last night. We both flipped off the camera and only woke up officially after Sungjin announced breakfast is ready.

#day6 #young k #brian #young-hyun #day 1 of 37 days of chirstmas #christmas fanfiction #x reader #smut #fluff #reader #1st day of 37 days of Christmas

[hime-hana]

DATING!KIM JONGHYUN

So basically dating this one-of-a-kind wartortle would include:

well you’re one of the luckiest people alive cause you got yourself a PERFECT boyfriend

such boyfriend material, I can’t even

he would be so sweet and caring towards you 

and he would basically do anything for you and i mean ANYTHING 

like you could kill someone and he would keep his mouth shut and help you get rid of the body 

because he loves you the most and he wants you to be happy 

would spoil you and show you so much affection when you two are alone

is literally as lost as a puppy without his owner when you are not around 

although when you’re out he isn’t much of a PDA fan, but would always have you close to him, hold your hand while playing with your fingers

he would comment about how beautiful you are quite often and how well you match together and just lots of cheesy things 

“do you see how perfect your hand fits in mine?” 

“you look really beautiful today”

would like calling you pet names; the obvious: “baby”, “love”, “sweetheart” 

and since he’s wartortle, he would probably call you his “jigglypuff” cause it’s just as cute as you are

does aegyo for you when you’re sad or angry cause he knows your like it 

since he likes playing video games so much he would always ask you to play with him 

and if you weren’t into it he would offer to teach you 

also you guys would watch so much anime and read so many mangas 

that by the end of the year you would have a growing collection and no space to put new books  

your dates would be really chill, like going to the movies or the park 

he would always want to pay for everything and wouldn’t accept “no” as an answer 

on special occasions though he would take you out on a fancy dinner 

like you’d come home from classes or work and find a note on your bed which says 

“hey beautiful, sorry I couldn’t make it to lunch today. I’m picking you up at 8, wear something nice. I love you the most”

although he pings me as someone who would be quite uncomfortable going to fancy parties, I think he would only enjoy them if you were with him 

like company dinners for example, would be so boring without you; but once you’re there he would have this huge smile plastered on his face

“wanna get out of here?” 

and you agree so you follow him to the rooftop 

and it would be like a scene out of a movie; just you two standing on the cold pavement and he gives you his jacket cause it would be windy 

and you end up talking about the two of you and your secrets, your insecurities, future, past, present and every subject there is 

“i wish you’d be mine forever, i’m never going to let you go”

“i can’t believe you’re so perfect. how did i even manage to make you fall in love with me?”

“you know I love you so much, Y/N. I would literally fight the whole world for you”

“just stay with me forever and I don’t need anything else”

he would always make sure you ate, sleep well and take care of yourself so he would constantly check up on you even if he is busy practicing 

and the problem with onibugi is that he cares so much about the others that he forgets about himself 

so you have to remind him to take care of him too since you don’t want him to get sick or hurt himself from training too hard

he isn’t one to speak about his concerns often, but you can always tell if something is bothering him 

he would still deny it though and you have to assure him that everything is gonna be ok and you believe in him and you’re so proud of him 

cause I think besides the whole “nation’s leader” image he has pretty low self-esteem and needs constant reassurance from you that he’s doing well

always hugs you when you sleep together 

and sometimes it would be really hot and you would move away from him 

but 5 seconds later he is scooting closer and cuddling you again  

*WARTORTLE IS EVOLVING NOW, PLEASE SCROLL BACK UP IF YOU UNDERAGE*

he pings me at someone who would be into creating an atmosphere rather than just having sex cause he is horny

he has medium leaning towards high stamina 

now this man right here... this man makes love; he does not have sex or fuck; Kim Jonghyun makes love to you

and he doesn’t make love only to your body; he also does it to your soul and mind 

personally I believe sex would be mind-blowing and not because he is a god in bed (which is 50% why) but he takes so much care with his actions and cherishes every part of your body and takes his time with everything

just telling you how much he loves your arms, abdoment, eyes, mouth, legs, everything 

and if you were to be insecure because let’s say you got stretch marks on your body or some other minor faults he would be the sweetest guy 

“baby, I don’t care, you’re so beautiful with and without them” 

“you don’t have to worry, you’re perfect, you’re amazing, you’re my love” 

always making sure you get to come and are pleasured 

he would be more of a giver than receiver in terms of oral; he wants you to feel good and doesn’t care much about himself 

quite vocal; would like calling your name a lot, a soft moaner with deep grunts and lots of: 

“fuck, babe”

“oh my god this feels amazing”

“you’re so perfect, don’t stop baby” 

I also think he’d be into lazy, morning sex 

like you just woke up and you’re cuddling while kissing each other

and then one of his hands travel lower towards your hips and when you don’t stop him his fingers go straight to your core and start massaging it 

and then all of your clothes are on the floor as he is thrusting slowly, lazily

he would enjoy hearing your soft moans as he kisses your neck 

would LOVE for you to ride him as he gets to look at you and play with your chest and have his fingers on your hips or ass 

he’s a switch and doesn’t ping me as someone who would be overly dominant 

his dominant side will only show if he is jealous or if you are trying to make him jealous on purpose 

then, good luck to you cause you’re gonna be sore the whole week 

he would take whenever and wherever as he groans “you’re mine and only mine” in your ear

he would like it for you to be in charged, I think he secretly enjoys it so much 

like if you were to straddle him and take control 

“you’re not allowed to touch me, jonghyun. now be a good boy”

he would bite his lips visibly horny and it would take so much force for him not to touch you 

while you kiss every inch of his body and ride him slowly, teasingly 

until he is so desperate that he is begging for you to let him touch you 

and when you do, he flips you over and stares at you with dark eyes 

“i’ve been waiting so long for this, baby” 

quite vanilla though; I think he wouldn’t be very open to trying rough bdsm or anything that may possibly harm you because he cares too much about you 

as for his kinks, I don’t know why but I think he would really like food play, shower sex (SO MUCH, SO HOT), blindfolds, lace, dry humping

he would like seeing you in pretty lingerie, that would make him want to treat you like a princess 

says “I love you” a lot when you are doing it and always when you are done

#kim jonghyun #jonghyun scenarios #jonghyun imagines #nu'est #nu'est scenarios #nu'est imagines #nu'est reactions #onibugi #wartortle #kim jonghyun scenarios #produce 101 #produce 101 scenarios #produce 101 imagines #produce 101 reaction

[carolina-bleus]

August 23, 2016 (Day 59)

9:30 am...74 degrees

“Hey, babe? Did you see they are having a massive power outage in New York?” Rick chuckled. “They talk about us not being able to handle snow in the South, but it seems like every summer the power gets overloaded and goes out and you see a mass of people walking over the Brooklyn Bridge to get home cause the subway is down. Talking about our infrastructure can’t handle the cold, well theirs can’t handle the heat.”

Michonne glanced up from her magazine as Rick came into the living room. “You’re getting a real kick out of this, aren’t you?”

“Yes. I get sick of hearing them play ‘Deliverance’ every time they show a car stuck in a few inches of snow back home. Back home we need to start running these stories from up here and playing something like ‘Ice Ice Baby.’ That would—“

Rick’s sentence was interrupted by a loud pop that was immediately followed by the power going out.

Michonne jumped up from the couch. “Seriously, Rick?!” she exclaimed.

“What? I didn’t do anything?”

Michonne rolled her eyes. “You just had to gloat about their lax summer infrastructure up North. Did you forget we have to live with that infrastructure for two more years?”

“Come on, babe. I was just teasin’. It’s not like I brought this on with my words.”

“God doesn’t like ugly.”

Rick titled his head. “So He said ‘let there be no light’ to teach me a lesson?”

“You are really trying to have no power and get struck by lightning.”

Rick laughed. “Michonne, are you serious right now?”

“No, I’m not serious...I’m hot.”

“That you are.”

“Rick,” Michonne said warningly.

“Just trying to lighten the mood. And, babe, the power literally just went out. It’s not that hot yet.”

“But it’s going to heat up in here quickly.”

“You’re from the South, you can handle the heat,” Rick scoffed.

“Yeah, I can handle it with the aid of central air, an air conditioner, an electric fan, or even a church fan...none of which we have at the moment.”

“And that’s my fault?” Rick asked incredulous. “Well, if we’re playing the irrational blame game, then it’s sort of your fault that we’re going through this right now.”

It was Michonne’s turn to be incredulous. “My fault? And how do you figure that?”

“Classes don’t start for either of us until after Labor Day. We could have had at least another week back home at our lake house that I’m sure has electricity right now. But you just insisted on coming back here early.”

Michonne popped her lips, grabbed her things, and turned to leave the room.

“Where are you going?”

“To go find a thick book and a quiet, well-lit corner to read in before I pour my drink over your head.”

“If the power doesn’t come back on anytime soon, I might take you up on that drink offer,” Rick joked.

Michonne quirked her lips. “Don’t make me laugh. I’m trying to stay irrationally angry with you.”

“Well, you work on that while I call the light company and see how long this thing is going to last. Do you have the number?”

“Yeah, I have the power outage line under the emergency numbers in my phone. Just get my phone off the coffee table and call from there.” Michonne walked towards the staircase.

“What’s your lock code?”

“Your birthdate,” Michonne called over her shoulder.

Rick smiled as he grabbed Michonne’s phone off the table. He should have known. The lock code on his phone was Michonne’s birthdate.

The first image that greeted Rick after he unlocked Michonne’s phone was a picture of the two of them from sophomore year standing with their arms around each other. They were dripping wet and had huge smiles on their faces. The photo was taken at an end of the year carnival and cookout that turned into a huge water fight among their friends. At first, Michonne tried to use Rick as human shield because she didn’t want to get her hair wet. But as soon as Shane nailed Rick in the face with a water balloon, Michonne let go and let have on Shane. Working together, Michonne and Rick were a near unstoppable pair. They still both managed to get wet, but while Rick was drenched from head to toe, Michonne was only wet from the neck down. When Rick asked how Michonne managed to keep her hair dry, she simply replied, “Black Girl Magic” and went off to get them some towels.

Rick smiled at the memory. They’d only been dating a few months at that point but Rick already knew Michonne was it for him. That late April day just further confirmed it.

Rick’s smile dimmed after he called the power company. Rick walked to the bottom of the stairs. “Hey, babe?”

“Yeah?” Michonne called from their bedroom.

“The power should be back on sometime between six o’clock tonight and...tomorrow morning,” Rick mumbled the last bit.

Michonne appeared at the top of the stairs. “What was that last part?”

“Uh, the power could come back on tonight or not come back on until tomorrow.”

“So, we have to go a whole day and possibly an entire night without any power, and more importantly, without any air conditioning?” Michonne walked down the stairs and stood in front of Rick.

“Yeah.”

“Great.” Michonne started fanning herself. “I know it’s all in my head, but I’m already starting to heat up. What are we going to do all day?”

Rick raised a brow and started to reach towards his wife. Michonne stopped him with an outstretched hand and a shake of her head.

“Naaaah. While we are in the midst of the heatpocalypse, there will be no skin to skin contact. It’s just too hot.” Michonne sighed. “I’m going to go lean up against the refrigerator while it’s still cold and try to figure out how to make it through the day without melting or cussin’.”

Rick watched his wife walk past him. Though a Georgia girl born and reared, Michonne was not a fan of extended time in the heat. She’d adjusted her attitude about it some given that she’d married a complete country boy who loved all things outdoors. But the possibility of nearly twenty-four hours in the heat with no relief was a bit much.

This is going to be a long day, Rick thought. He went to put Michonne’s phone back on the table when he thought of the picture of the two of them. It sparked an idea.

“Michonne?” Rick called out. “I’m going to go out for a bit. Call me if you need or want anything.”

“You’re leaving? You just want to enjoy the air conditioning in the car, don’t you?” Michonne asked suspiciously causing Rick to laugh.

“No, I just have an errand I need to run. I’ll be back in a few. I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

11:15 am...77 degrees

“Michonne, I’m back!” Rick called out.

“Hey, you were gone so long, I thought you decided to drive back to Georgia and the lake house,” Michonne joked as she walked into the living room wearing a midriff baring top and a pair of cut-off shorts. She had her recently grown out natural pulled back into a cute little afro puff. 

“You know I’d never leave you.” Rick eyed his wife. “Especially not with you looking like that.”

“Rick,” Michonne said flatly. “Heatpocalypse, remember?”

“Okay. Well, it took me so long because I was looking for some things and they were a bit harder to find than I expected.”

Michonne didn’t see any packages in his hands. “What were you looking for?”

“It’s a surprise.”

“Rick, it’s too hot for surprises.”

“I think you’ll like this one. I just need you to stay in the kitchen while I set it up.”

Michonne made a face but said nothing as she walked to the kitchen.

“I’ll call you when it’s all ready.”

Rick spent the next 45 minutes getting everything ready. When he was finished he walked into the kitchen to get his wife.

Michonne closed her book and stretched. “Can I finally leave the kitchen now?”

“Yes, but, I need you to close your eyes.”

“Rick, you are really doing the most right now.”

“Just do it. You know you love surprises.”

Michonne grinned in spite of herself. “I do.” She closed her eyes and held out a hand. “Lead the way, Husband.”

Rick carefully led Michonne through the living room and out the French doors leading to their backyard. He stopped in the middle of the yard.

“Okay, open your eyes.”

Michonne blinked her eyes against the bright sun and looked around. She faced her husband. “I can’t believe you did this.”

“Do you like it?”

“I love it!”

Rick had transformed their backyard into a mini-carnival, complete with food and lawn games.

“Your home screen picture inspired all of this, the one of us at the carnival. It was hot that day...much hotter than this... but we had so much fun and grew even closer as a couple. And I was hoping this—“

“Would take my mind back to that day and take it off of our lack of power and AC?”

“Yeah.”

“You are the absolute sweetest and most thoughtful man in the world. Come here.” Michonne gathered her husband to her for a kiss.

“You really must like it if you are breaking your ‘no body contact’ rule,” Rick said after the kiss ended.

“Well, this was all worth it.” Michonne rubbed her hands together eagerly. “Now, what do we have to eat? I’m starving.”

“I wanted to get machines to make cotton candy and popcorn but I couldn’t find any battery-operated ones, so I bought us some cotton candy, popcorn balls, candy apples, and soft pretzels and mustard just to snack on while we play some games. I have stuff for us to grill hot dogs for dinner in a cooler. There is another that has ice and drinks.”

“What about that small cooler over there?” Michonne pointed to a little cooler sitting in the shade along with the bigger ones.

“That’s another surprise for later this evening.”

“You did so well with this, I won’t complain about having to wait for whatever is in there.”

“Good. As a reward, I have two other surprises you can have right now.”

Michonne’s eyes lit up. “What?”

Rick produced two misting fans...one to blow on them while they were outside and another handheld one that Michonne could use inside their home.

Michonne hugged the mini-mister to her chest. “If I didn’t already have this wedding ring on my finger, I’d get down on one knee and propose to you right now!”

“Are you talking to me or the fan?”

2:30 pm...82 degrees

The couple ate and happily played the giant lawn games (Connect Four, Jenga, and lawn bowling) for the next couple of hours until it got to the heat of the day. By 2:30, it was 82 degrees but felt much hotter. Rick and Michonne decided to take a break and go back inside for a quick and naked nap.

“You know, this is the first time we’ve been naked in this bed and not touching.”

Michonne brought the little misting fan closer to her face. “There is a first time for everything, Rick.”

“I know the no contact rule went back into effect once it hit 80 degrees, but I’m just sayin’...we’re here...we’re naked...”

Michonne looked over at her husband. “Rick, I’m not doing anything in this bed today that doesn’t involve this misting fan.”

Rick thought for a moment. “Well, I guess we could use---“

Michonne chuckled at her husband’s persistence. “Just try to get some sleep.”

“Fine, but it’s going to be hard with the positions that we’re in. You know I’m used to sleeping with my hand on your ass.

“You are such baby,” Michonne said as she turned over.

“And your magnificent ass is my security blanket.” Rick sighed as he finally settled down with his hand on his wife’s backside. “Thank you, baby.”

“You’re welcome.”

The couple was settled down for a few moments before Rick broke the silence. “You like it when I sleep my hand on your behind, don’t you?”

“I do.”

“I knew it!”

“Go to sleep, Rick.”

Rick and Michonne both fell asleep with smiles on their faces.

5:00 pm...79 degrees

Somewhat refreshed from their nap, Rick and Michonne were back outside for an early dinner.

“Rick?”

“Yeah, babe?”

“When can I know what’s in that little cooler?”

“It’s for later.” Rick glanced at Michonne before turning back to the grill. “And no peekin’.”

“What are you gonna do spank me?”

“Only if you want me to.” Before Michonne could utter a response, Rick continued. “And the grill is lit.” He turned back to Michonne. “Now we just have to wait about twenty minutes for the charcoal to properly heat up.”

“Okay. You wanna play another round of games?”

“I have something better in mind.”

“Rick,” Michonne said with warning in her voice.

“Not that,” Rick chuckled.  “It’s another surprise.”

“Exactly how much money did you spend in the store?”

“Michonne, do you want your surprise or not?”

“Well, since we’ve already paid for it...bring it on.”

“That’s an apt choice of words,” Rick said as he walked into the house. He returned moments later holding two items.”

“Are those water guns?”

“Not just any water guns...these shoot out icy cold water. I figured they were perfect for today. Plus, the picture...”

Michonne walked over to Rick and took the large water gun he held out. She examined it before walking to the middle of the yard. “Last time, it was us against that horde. I don’t know how I feel about using this against you. I’m not sure if I can do it.”

“It’s all in fun, babe. But if you don’t feel comforta---“ Rick’s words were cut off by a freezing blast of water to the face. He wiped his eyes and found Michonne with the water gun aimed on him and a huge grin on her face.

“SIKE!”

“Oh, it’s on, Mrs. Grimes.” Rick pumped his water gun.

“Bring it, Husband. But, Rick, remember the rule.”

“I know, I know. If I get your hair wet...that’s my ass.”

7:30 pm...76 degrees

The newlyweds sat on the front steps of their brownstone. The couple was dry after their water fight and full from their dinner. Though the power was still out, it was finally starting to cool down some. They decided to sit outside and enjoy the last bit of natural light before the sun went down.

Rick sat in between Michonne’s legs with his head pressed back against her chest. He closed his eyes contentedly as his wife ran her fingers through his short curls...the no contact rule long since re-abandoned.

“Rick?”

“Mmmm, yeah, babe?”

“Thank you for today. It could have been hellish but you made it into an amazing day that I’ll never forget.”

“No thanks necessary. It’s what we do. When one is down, we do whatever we can to bring them up. Besides, making you happy makes me happy. Putting that beautiful smile on your face is all the thanks I need.” Rick opened his eyes and sat up. He turned and smiled at Michonne before standing up. “And that brings me to your final surprise of the night.”

Michonne sat up. “I finally get to see what’s inside the cooler?”

“Yep.” Rick grabbed the container from just inside the door and brought it back to Michonne. “Here you go.”

Michonne opened the cooler and found two cups inside. She looked up in confusion.

“It’s your own personal slushie maker.”

Michonne’s mouth dropped open. “Wait a minute. I can make a slushie anytime I want? I can stop making random trips to gas stations just to get one?”

“Yup. And look under the ice. I got you something to make your first one.”

Michonne moved the ice around. “CHEERWINE?! Where did you find Cheerwine?”

“I bought a couple of cases of it and snuck it into the car right before we left home. I was going to give it to you after school started when you needed a little pick-me-up, but I figured you needed one today. I also got a box of Big Kats since they don’t sell them up here and I know they are your study fuel.”  

Michonne practically launched herself at Rick and gave him a huge, lingering kiss. “I don’t have any words to describe how much I love you.” She gave Rick a rueful grin. “You really outdid yourself. There is no way I can top this day.”

“You already did when you agreed to marry me. There is not much that can top that and our wedding day.”

Without a moment’s hesitation, Michonne placed the slushie cup back into the cooler and closed the lid.

“Don’t you want your drink?”

“Right now, there is something else I want more.”

Rick walked over and grabbed the hand Michonne held out to him.

1:00 am...71 degrees

A sudden noise jolted Rick awake. He sat up and looked around, careful not to wake Michonne. The television in their room was on. There was also a light coming from the hallway. Then the hum of the AC kicking on reached him and Rick realized the power had just come back on. He considered waking Michonne to tell her the news, but she looked so peaceful that he decided to let her continue to sleep.

Carefully slipping out of bed, Rick cut off the television and went around and cut off any lights that had been left on in the house. Task finished, he adjusted the AC before making his way back to the bedroom. Once there, he pulled the covers over Michonne’s bare body. Feeling sleep coming on him once again, Rick moved to do one more thing. He got his charger out of the bedside table and set his phone down to charge. The first sight that greeted Rick when his screen popped up was his new lock screen...a picture of him and Michonne taken today right after their water fight.

Letting the cool air wash over him, Rick settled back into bed. He reached his hand out and placed it on Michonne’s backside before quickly falling into the best sleep he’d had in ages.

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Monday 6-27-16

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For the botanical ask: ALL OF THEM. Bc your answers are always so well thought out and amazing.

That is such a nice thing for you to say! I'm sorry it has taken me forever to answer this, I know you asked this about a month ago. I have been crazy busy and working on this for a while but I never had the time to post it. This is a really long post, so please bear with me. So sorry,baby’s breath (5 things you associate yourself with): snoballs, comfy socks, smiles, humming, and cuddles!bleeding heart (what makes you heart go mushy)?: honestly the thing that melts my heart is super small but okay here we go. what melts my heart is when me and my boyfriend are sitting in his room doing separate things and he randomly gets up and lays on me and rests his head on my chest for a couple minutes and then goes back to doing his work because he wants physical contact. also it melts my heart when he makes me pinky promise to do or not do something or to promise that I’m being truthful. it is so cute.bell flower: what’s the title of the song that makes you want to jump around out of joy?: Maps // The Front Bottoms. it is just such a fun and goofy song.evening primrose: what’s your sleeping playlist (give me 5 songs)?: my sleeping playlist is actually the Piano Sleep Playlist from Spotify. i don’t really check the song titles.forget-me-not: who is your favorite blog who isn’t following you?: my favorite blog who isn’t following me is definitely glumshoe! I love their wide-ranging content!daffodil: what is one plant that you want to have but can never get?: I want a WHOLE lilac bush! I am really bad at keeping plants alive (I accidentally killed so many cacti during KAMS). my roommate and I have four plants currently. two cacti and two succulents. we have them named, and they’re all silly names because we wanted to be as WHITE MOM as possible. they’re names are Ghurt, Ellha, Wrandall, and Hadley. I think it is hilarious for them to have names like that until I have to tell other people what they are named, and then it is kinda embarrassing.calla lily: are you more of a sunny day or a rainy evening? I think I prefer rainy evenings. sunny days are usually wildly hot and I really hate being hot and sweaty. rainy evenings are nice because they can be any temperature and I will still probably be comfy. I don’t like actually being in the rain because I think it feels gross to be only partially wet. I’m an “all or none” type of person when in comes to getting water on my body.foxglove: what is your favorite color and in what shade?: I really like purple a lot, which is convenient because that it what color my sorority uses. the best shade in purple is a tie between lavender and lilac.lavender: what is something that you’ve always wanted to be/have/get but can never have?: I guess I have always wanted to be given jewelry or something to wear from a significant other. Ideally it would be some necklace with their name on it or something that reminds them of me/me of them. Maybe I will get it somedaylove in a mist: what is the latest dream that you remember? the latest dream that I remember was from a while ago but it was about the horror movie IT FOLLOWS which is about a sexually transmitted demon that slowly follows you and is trying to kill you. It can’t run or do anything fast, but it is super persistent and patient and all it does is follow you to get close enough to kill you. anyway it really freaked me out and now I dream about it and always check over my shoulder to make sure that it isn’t there behind me even though I know it isn’t real.daisy: what is your favorite flavor of cotton candy, ice cream, and juice? I don’t have a favorite flavor of cotton candy because I think they all taste the same, but I prefer to have the blue or the purple cotton candy because I think it is prettier than any of the other colors. the best ice cream flavor is definitely cookies & cream. the best juice flavor is white grape juice!!painter’s palette: are you more of a singer, dancer, painter, or instrumentalist? I am more of a singer/painter. I love singing AND painting a lot.tulip: what is your most favorite make-up product? do you like it more natural, dark, or etc? my most favorite makeup product is my eyeliner. I like my eyeliner to be black and sharp as hell. a second close favorite is my wunderbrow, which is a long-lasting brow cream. it is really nice. I like my brows to be pretty dark but not black.waxflower: are you a bee or a butterfly person? a dog or a cat person? dang this is a hard question set. I really like bees because they’re so cute and bumble-y and fuzzy and so so so good for the environment. I even have a whole tattoo planned out for when I have money saved up that is centered around the seven bee families. I am 100% a cat person. cats all the way. fuzzy sweet babies that need as much love and attention as I do. (love for fuzzy things seems to be a theme with me I guess) sugarbush: do you have sweet tooth? if yes, what’s your favorite sweets? if no, why? yeah I do have a sweet tooth. the convenient thing about that is that my sweet tooth only lasts a couple minutes at a time so I don’t have to eat an excessive amount of sweets to satisfy it. my favorite sweet is probably a snoball, since it is the thing that I consume the most regularly that has the sweetest taste and most calories. for those of you who don’t know, a snoball is a basically an ICEE but so much better.sunflower: would you like to be a fairy or a mermaid?: oh heck….mermaid would be fun because I love swimming so much but also there are so many scary things in the deep water…so I would have to pick a fairy because that would probably give me the best of both words minus the scary monsters. at least in the air, I know I only have to hide from the hawks and eagles and shit.sweet pea: what would you like to call your significant other?: honey/love/sweetheart. he gets nervous about pet names though, so we usually just stick to “babe/baby”sea lavender: can you swim? which strokes can you do?: I sure can swim! I can do all the strokes pretty well. except butterfly. I’m kinda terrible at the butterfly.windflower: list 5 of your favorite blogs and explain why you like them: oh boy I don’t know. reverseracism, keybladeofsteel, bassiter, gendrie, and subtle. I just like 'em, and I think I reblog most of my stuff from them. i like to have content that is more than just memes, and they contribute a lot to that.golden rod: are you more of a baker or a cook? cook. I cannot bake to save my life, unfortunately. especially not pastries. I am a pretty decent cook when it comes to microwaves and stovetops and stuff, though. bloom: what is something that you would like to tell your children?: that their bodies belong to them and they never have to let anyone touch them if they don’t want to be touched. bodily autonomy is something I wish I could’ve known I was allowed to have. I was always taught that I have to let people hug and touch me even if I don’t want it because if I tell them not to touch me then it might get awkward, and apparently avoiding awkwardness is more important than my own comfort.peony: what is something that you wish your parents could’ve told you? that I was pretty. I know it isn’t something that matters in the grand scheme of things, but they told my sisters that they were beautiful and I never got to hear it.prairie gentian: do you have a significant other? yes : ) we have been dating for about 8 months. and I love him.september flower: are you more of a sunshine or sunset person?: sunset! sunsets are so beautiful and I prefer the nighttime to the day anyway. im more active and awake later in the day.bird of paradise: do you wake up early? do you sleep early?: unfortunately I wake up at 7:30am every day for work. I hate it so much, I am so fricken tired. I go to sleep at probably between 1am and 3am when I sleep in my dorm with my roommate but when I sleep over at my boyfriend’s house I go to sleep before midnight because he gets sleepy and I don’t want to keep him up. it is really helpful for making me feel more rested so I really like it.marigold: what’s your favorite tea?: I don’t really drink tea on its own, but I really like the Mango Black Tea Lemonade from starbucks. I got that all the time when they had it during the summer. its pretty tasty.peruvian lily: what are the names of your pets?: I have two cats named Josie and Jewels and a crowntail betta named Mahoney. me and my roommate share another crowntail betta named Nemo (because his tail fin is fucked up. I think it was almost completely ripped off or he chewed it off out of stress, but we aren’t sure. we had to rescue him from Walmart because he was floating on the bottom of his dinky little cup and he barely had any energy. thankfully, he started eating almost immediately when we brought him home and he’s swimming around a lot better.). my roommate has her own betta named Bartholomew, and we are also trying to adopt a fourth betta, as well. so we will have Bart, Mahoney, Nemo, and whatever the fourth fish is named. we are trying to adopt the fourth betta from a woman who doesn’t treat the betta very well and wants to get rid of it anyway.hyacinth: do you name your plants?: yup. the older cactus is Ghurt, the younger is Ellha. The older succulent is Hadley and the younger one is Wrandall. lmao. me and my roommate intentionally picked goofy names for them because it makes us laugh and happy.lilac: would you rather sleep and be cozy or hang out with your friends?: hang out with my friends, definitely. my friends are great and I love spending time with them. unless I am getting to be cozy with my boyfriend, in which case I would pick him alwayspoppy: do you like to dip your fries or do you like it as is?: DIP DIP DIP ALWAYS DIP. French fries are so dry on their own. I will dip them in literally anything; ranch dressing, ketchup, mayonnaise, garlic butter, barbeque sauce, etc... my favorite is probably ranch dressing at the moment. it alternates depending on how many times I’ve eaten fries during a specific period of time.dandelion: any special talent that you have?: uhhhhhh no probably not. I don’t really have anything that I am talented at.

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1: Is there a boy/girl in your life? Romantically, there's one boy that I actually cares about, a lot. 2: Think of the last person who hurt you; do you forgive them? In the end I forgive everyone. 3: What do you think of when you hear the word “meow?” Cat(?!) Maybe Tony Stark bc he's like a cat?? (sorry not sorry) 4: What’s something you really want right now? To see my mother I miss you 5: Are you afraid of falling in love? I'm afraid to fall hard in love, go slow doesn't hurt anyone 6: Do you like the beach? YAS 7: Have you ever slept on a couch with someone else? Ugh let me think, probably with friend 8: What’s the background on your cell? Plam tree in the purple sky. Very aesthetic I gotta say 9: Name the last four beds you were sat on? -Mine in my room -My friend's resort -My host sister's -idk im not in that many beds 10: Do you like your phone? Hate the fact that the amount of memory I get are not enough. 11: Honestly, are things going the way you planned? I don't really know, does anything ever go as planned? 12: Who was the last person whose phone number you added to your contacts? thb I don't remember no one calls me 13: Would you rather have a poodle or a Rottweiler? Why not both? My neighbour have an adorable, fat, and so not agressive Rottweiler. But poodle are cute and quiet; I like peace. 14: Which hurts the most, physical or emotional pain? Emotional 15: Would you rather visit a zoo or an art museum? ART MUSEUM ANYTIME CONCEPT OF THE ZOO ARE JUST LIKE OH YEAH WHAT PROVILAGE WE HAVE TO JUST LOCK ANIMALS UP AND BOOM WE GET MONEY FROM THAT???!?? 16: Are you tired? YES SO TIRED 17: How long have you known your 1st phone contact? My whole life (hello mother) 18: Are they a relative? uh yes 19: Would you ever consider getting back together with any of your exes? I have one. And if he love me back (which is kind of impossible) then totally. 20: When did you last talk to the last person you shared a kiss with? That time I kiss him. 21: If you knew you had the right person, would you marry them today? No I would want to do a lot of stuff that you won't get to do if you are married. 22: Would you kiss the last person you kissed again? I don't think so. Though he's a good kisser. 23: How many bracelets do you have on your wrists right now? One. And that's my hairband. #standardwoman 24: Is there a certain quote you live by? Cannot think of one. Though there's a lot I like about science, art, and phylosophy. 25: What’s on your mind? Religions are kind of create wars and personally it is dumb I'm so angry. 26: Do you have any tattoos? No. I wish! My mom would kill me totally. 27: What is your favorite color? Black and White is the classic! For color-color, have to be mustard yellow, plant green (like dark green). 28: Next time you will kiss someone on the lips? Totally 29: Who are you texting? No one ever 30: Think to the last person you kissed, have you ever kissed them on a couch? Nope it was very casual. 31: Have you ever had the feeling something bad was going to happen and you were right? A lot and that's not a good thing 32: Do you have a friend of the opposite sex you can talk to? Yes and I live for them they are the best human existed in my life ever thank you 33: Do you think anyone has feelings for you? I think there's one or two, but really not sure. 34: Has anyone ever told you you have pretty eyes? Yes but I don't think that was honest bc my eyes are boring af. 35: Say the last person you kissed was kissing someone right in front of you? I wouldn't care that much since I don't care about him. 36: Were you single on Valentines Day? Yes to the lastest one. 37: Are you friends with the last person you kissed? Yes 38: What do your friends call you? Nine 39: Has anyone upset you in the last week? Oh yes I'm a women of triggered 40: Have you ever cried over a text? Yes it's horrible don't do it 41: Where’s your last bruise located? My knee, it hurt like hell 42: What is it from? Have NO idea. 43: Last time you wanted to be away from somewhere really bad? Month of March, my life was kind of shit and I want to go home. 44: Who was the last person you were on the phone with? One of my exchange friend, we literally talked for the first time ever. 45: Do you have a favourite pair of shoes? My white adidas superstar, or my cheap sandals that I prefer over burkenstock. 46: Do you wear hats if your having a bad hair day? Depends on my mood. 47: Would you ever go bald if it was the style? Totally 48: Do you make supper for your family? Rearly. I'm not that good at cooking. 49: Does your bedroom have a door? If there's none I would have killed myself by now. 50: Top 3 web-pages? twitter, tumblr, ao3 51: Do you know anyone who hates shopping? Yes like almost all males in my life. (Except my exchange friend they are like crazy at shopping) 52: Does anything on your body hurt? My back is quite sore rn 53: Are goodbyes hard for you? Sometimes. 54: What was the last beverage you spilled on yourself? Water. And intentionally. 55: How is your hair? Dry af bc I didn't wash it after swimming in the chrorine swimming pool 56: What do you usually do first in the morning? Grab my f phone 57: Do you think two people can last forever? If they really REALLYYYYY lucky maybe 58: Think back to January 2007, were you single? Oh yeah I wasn't dating anyone when I was seven I don't think 59: Green or purple grapes? GREEN ARE THE BEST 60: When’s the next time you will give someone a BIG hug? When I have to leave everyone of this country and when I met the fimiliar faces. 61: Do you wish you were somewhere else right now? Yes. On a beach, aesthetically tropical. Away from all the BS 62: When will be the next time you text someone? Prob tmr 63: Where will you be 5 hours from now? In this bed I ain't going nowhere 64: What were you doing at 8 this morning. Sleeping like a dead person 65: This time last year, can you remember who you liked? No one ever 66: Is there one person in your life that can always make you smile? Hmmmm not always but prob my cousin she's like the sweetest thing 67: Did you kiss or hug anyone today? Nope 68: What was your last thought before you went to bed last night? It's okay. Not having panick attack or depression is nice. 69: Have you ever tried your hardest and then gotten disappointed in the end? Tbh I don't feel like I ever go all out on something bf 70: How many windows are open on your computer? Prob like 5 71: How many fingers do you have? 10 72: What is your ringtone? That's a good question 73: How old will you be in 5 months? 17 yas bitch 74: Where is your Mum right now? Working 75: Why aren’t you with the person you were first in love with or almost in love? We broke up 76: Have you held hands with somebody in the past three days? My friend 77: Are you friends with the people you were friends with two years ago? No 78: Do you remember who you had a crush on in year 7? Yep bc he'a my ex 79: Is there anyone you know with the name Mike? Phoebe's boyfriend in Friends. 80: Have you ever fallen asleep in someones arms? No oh not that romantic 81: How many people have you liked in the past three months? A lot 82: Has anyone seen you in your underwear in the last 3 days? Not the last 3 days, the last 3 weeks would be a yes. 83: Will you talk to the person you like tonight? No 84: You’re drunk and yelling at hot guys/girls out of your car window, you’re with? Mary 85: If your BF/GF was into drugs would you care? I will care if it's effect their physical or mental health 86: What was the most eventful thing that happened last time you went to see a movie? The fucking butter (in the popcorn) went through my fucking favorite jeans and I'm forever mad. 87: Who was your last received call from? My exchange friend 88: If someone gave you $1,000 to burn a butterfly over a candle, would you? You can buy me with money go ahead I'll do it. (But will feel extremely guilty) 89: What is something you wish you had more of? social skill, life skill, money, good friends, time 90: Have you ever trusted someone too much? Oh yesss this is sensitive subject it hurt like a bitch 91: Do you sleep with your window open? No never I'd be so f paraniod 92: Do you get along with girls? Sometimes, depends. Mostly I'm good though. 93: Are you keeping a secret from someone who needs to know the truth? No 94: Does sex mean love? Not always 95: You’re locked in a room with the last person you kissed, is that a problem? If sex is problem then yes? 96: Have you ever kissed anyone with a lip ring? No 97: Did you sleep alone this week? All week bro 98: Everybody has somebody that makes them happy, do you? Sometimes, I don't like to depend my emotion on certain people bc they are so temporary 99: Do you believe in love at first sight? no 100: Who was the last person that you pinky promise? my host sister

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