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gowonders · 7 months

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i’ll bite ♥ c.bg

notes: this is a part two of my other work, back for more!! read it hereeee!! anyways, i hope this satisfies yalls expectations for part 2 TT

also!! please tell me if this makes sense because i totally wrote this over multiple days and probably forgot a detail

minors dni with this one!!!

warnings : (not as mean this time but still kindaaa? barely mean) fem reader, (kinda sorta toxic…..) dom bg, lsf yunjin is your friend :3, a lot of texting gyu, thigh fucking(is there a word for this because…), unprotected (wrap it before u tap it omfg!!!), mentions of baby trapping but beomgyu doesn’t actually cum inside lmao, lmk if i missed anyyyyy!

choi beomgyu. the name now meant the totally cute and desperate guy you just blew off. you groan to yourself as you lay in your bed, kicking your legs a little before you sigh, a ping snapping you out of your little fit.

it was yunjin, what’s going on with her….?

yunjin: you’re gonna hate me!!!!! i’m reallllllyyyyyy sorry yn please forgive me i’ll buy you whatever you wantttt i’m sorryyyy againnn 💕

what did she do. she’s never this apologetic? you just sigh again as you leave her on read and throw your phone back on your bed, about to just stare at the ceiling as you just think about how you could just—

another notification, from an unknown number? what is going on?

?: heyyyyy is this yn

me: yeah? who’s this

?: beomgyu, yunjin gave me your number!

huh yunjin you asshole. when i catch you. when i catch you.

you sigh again, wanting to not give into responding anymore, but to be fair, you knew you’d fold eventually. you were literally just thinking about how pretty he was. so might as well bite.

me: oh cool i guess? whats up

beomgyu: look i know you know i like you, and i know i’m gonna make you mine eventually, so come overrrrr omfg. this little tough act is not cute. at least let me fuck some sense into you or something.

me: are you fucking with me.

beomgyu: i’m trying to babe

the text had your jaw slack. no way he was this forward. is he actually serious? you have rejected him four times now, and now he wants you in his sheets?? to ‘fuck some sense into you’ ???

is he crazy???

maybeeee , but you definitely are. maybe if this happens he’ll quit annoying you. but, like we’ve established, you and him both know he’ll have you next time. maybe fifth time is the charm!

me: fine whatever

beomgyu: i knew you had a thing for me, i’ll send you my address hold up

well.. he sent it. he’s definitely serious. it was the way he sent it with a little “💓” that left your stomach in a knot. oh god. are you really folding for him? yes. you’re getting dolled up, but not enough to give him the ego boost of you showing up with a full glam.. and you’re definitely wearing the skirt he complimented a few days ago.. god. what are you doinggg… you think as you drive to his house, mind going a mile a minute as you pull into the driveway, slowly walking up to the front door.

this could be the worst or best thing you’ve done all week. you’ll bite, though.

you raise a timid fist to knock weakly at the door, legs slightly trembling— why? you’re not nervous, not really eager either.. maybe a little. as beomgyu opens the door— why is he so pretty. he looks even better with more homey clothes, a crème colored t-shirt paired that has a black print, paired with some sweats. as he waves you in, you take in his house.. not as bad as you were expecting, it was pretty neat for a guy who has a very messy personality.

“so, still doing what i wanted? you cool with that?” he asks dryly, standing a somewhat far distance from you. and you just swallow in response, eyes wide in shock. no way this is actually happening. “ynie. answer me” he’s still speaking in a dry tone, and all you can do is nod with a sheepish smile. it’s almost like his words have some crazy effect on you, and maybe it’s because of the whole shock value, but you may or may not be falling for him.

“okay, finally.” he snickers as he wraps his fingers around your wrist, bringing you to his room, and whatever plans you had to reject him are gone.. for now at least. you really couldn’t turn down the way he pinned your wrists to his bed lightly, and the way he looked down at you, like he really loved you?? even after all the times you rejected him and called him some not-so-nice names, and you weren’t really nice to his friends either. so why was he so adamant on dating you?

he didn’t give you much time to think before he moved down to your ear, knowing he has that stupid (still insanely cute) smirk on his face, whispering how much he’s been wanting to do this, and that he’s glad you finally stopped being such a bitch.

and to that, you just scoff, but he cuts you off by moving down to your neck, leaving a small mark before pulling away with a chuckle. “you’re soooo easy yn. i knew you liked me.” you literally cannot talk. like he took your words or something, so you just roll your eyes.. which he rolls his eyes back at you, with his charming smile, pulling his hands off you as he stands over you. “you really okay with this?” he asks, tilting his head as his eyes just dart all over your body as he stands over you. “yeah,” you reply with the same dry tone hes speaking in, and that’s all he needs before he chuckles again, “skilled” fingers hooking under your skirt, sliding it down. “wore this for me, huh?” he teases, pulling the skirt off and letting it drop to the floor. “maybe. i don’t know.” you say, looking up at the ceiling, you can’t look at him. you’re literally about to fuck the guy you’ve rejected four times.

he just smirks at your response, fingers tracing over the waistband of your panties as he guides you to stand up, his hands on your waist, before you hear the clinking of his belt, your face is feeling warmer and warmer by the second, and this all is feeling more and more real too. and it’s not until beomgyus leg is nudging your thighs together to when it really starts to feel real. feeling his tip press slightly against your ruined panties, his full length sliding into the tight space of your thighs, a small groan leaving his lips at the feeling, his cock slightly brushing at your clit against the flimsy fabric with every thrust, small whines leaving your lips before one of his hands come up to your lips, muffling your whines. “you’d be even prettier if you stayed quiet, only letting you make sounds under one condition— you let me take you out.” he says, not stopping his relentless thrusts into your thighs, his breath slightly shaking along with yours, the friction on both of you driving you crazy.

he tilts his head at you, a straight face on as his dark eyes study you, his palm moving from your mouth to your cheek, waiting for your response. he really does wanna hear your sounds, they boost his ego so much, so he could brag to his friends about “she wanted me soooo bad. had her whining for me.”… but you just whine out loud after a particularly hard thrust, the way his length brushes against you just satisfies something.. unlike the way beomgyus need to take you out gets satisfied. “be that way, babe. i’ll make you mine soon enough. i said i’d fuck some sense into you, clearly you haven’t stopped acting like a little bitch.” he says in between groans, his palm moving back to your mouth as he covers up your pretty sounds again.

soon enough, beomgyus hips start to stutter, and his groans turn slightly high pitched as you’re clenching your thighs at him, not making his job any easier. “f-fuck, yn—“ famous last words before he’s cumming all over your thighs, staccato whines against his hand leaving your mouth as he left you on the edge, almost finishing, but beomgyu not letting you.. :(

beomgyu sits you back on his bed, not caring to wipe off his mess before he looks at you, a small hint of a smile growing on his lips. “you wanna cum, pretty girl?” you’re torn between just staying silent and practically begging him to let you finish… on one hand you’d fuel his ego, another thing to let him brag to his friends for, and on one hand, you’d keep up this little game that beomgyu seems to hate yet love so much. ..so you find a decent in-between. a shrug. which definitely gets him a little more upset… “yes or no, yn.” he says again, dark eyes burning into yours. “yeah…” you whisper, looking down at your lap that’s been ruined with beomgyus cum. “mhm. that’s what i like to hear..” his says, chuckling as he pushes your back onto the bed, pulling your panties down and letting them drop to your ankles as your legs dangle off his bed, beomgyu moving between your thighs, his tip moving against your tip, as he laughs at how wet you are. “all this for me? oh, i really thought you didn’t like me back, babe.” he says before inserting you in one swift motion, not giving you much time to adjust before he starts moving again, fingers gripping your waist so hard that you think it might bruise.. he’s pounding into you so hard already, gen though it’s only been a few minutes.. :(

“look so pretty under me, fuck..” beomgyu says as he leans his head back, kind of a shame. you can’t see his face, not like you want to admire him or anything, but his face is pretty when he’s above you, hips snapping against you roughly and quickly, swallowing hard as he only chases his own release (maybe yours too…). and you’re fairing no better, thighs trembling around his waist as your fingers grip the quilt under you, breathy whimpers spilling from your lips, which beomgyu doesn’t even bother to make you shut up this time, he really just wants to hear the pretty sounds he’s making.

beomgyu continues his work on you, his words varying of “you’re so perfect” and “i love this” in between his own groans, your sounds spurring him on more. i mean.. if he couldn’t date you (he totally could after this) he could at least have this?? and he loved it, you looked so pretty under him, squirming and whining all for his cock, it really boosted his ego.. (much like everything else you’ve done…)

“ynieee, let me make you mine foreverr, pleaseee?” beomgyu asks, hips starting to stutter against you, leaning his head back slightly. was he serious..? asking to cum inside when you clearly don’t like him back? “it would be a good way to make sure you don’t end up dating another guy, babe..” he mutters, chuckling a little before he plants a kiss on your cheek, studying your expression. he wasn’t actually going to do it.. but he likes seeing your reaction? which is just wide eyes staring into his. “nuh uh” you say, a quick laugh leaving his lips, he just stays silent as you both reach your release, a stupid smirk plastered on his face like he was planning something.

“are you close, yn?” he asks, swallowing hard as your gummy walks flutter around him, lips parted as your whines come out. “yeah—“ you start, hoping that he’ll actually let you finish this time.. “really? okay, pretty girl. don’t hold back.” he says with a smile, starting to come undone himself as you begin to reach your climax, and the sight of you just triggers his own release letting you ride yours out, then him pulling out and cumming all over your stomach. thank god.

“let’s get you cleaned up, hm, yn??” he asks, sitting next to you on his bed, a smirk on his face at your flushed cheeks and marked neck, so easy, all his~ you nod, words really too incoherent to mean anything.. “okay babe, hold on..” he says before he leaves you in his room with your own thoughts.

seriously, what just happened?? you fuck the guy you swore up and down was clingy and weird?? you probably just fulfilled his dream, especially with the way he looks at you. this is absolutely crazy.

you’re thoughts are cut off by beomgyu coming back with a small towel, wiping his seed off your tummy before he starts to speak quietly, in a comforting tone. “soooo.. i’m sorry about this. this is probably the worst time to ask but you know how much i lik-“ he starts, a small smile on his lips as he looks up at you. you knew what he was gonna ask. “goddddd, yes, gyu!! i will date you!!!” you say, beomgyus actions pausing as he looks back up at you with a smirk. “that’s good, because i was about to have to apologize even more for those hickeys, but thanks, babe~”

he is so unserious.

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cupidjyu · 1 year

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befriend the kitty

juyeon x reader + request by @i95wvo (thank u for requesting :D)

genre: getting together, strangers to friends to lovers, bad boy x good reader trope, tutoring, kissing, fffluff??? gender neutral reader (pretty is used) notes: actually this is like my first time writing a story where the relationship isn't already established TT so i hope its good. also i did make them hangout a few more times before actually getting together since i felt it awkward that they move so fast LMAO and also juyeon is just too nice to be mean i love him word count: 2.3k

“juyeon’s so annoying,” your friend complained as she sat beside you, moving your books aside despite your protests. you had a test next class and you knew that if you didn’t study now, you wouldn’t get the grade you wanted.

you took your notebook back and flipped to the page you were just reviewing, ignoring your friend’s words.

“did you not hear me?”

“hear what?” you looked up with a bored expression.

“juyeon’s annoying.”

you glanced up and back to the corner of the classroom where he was currently listening to music through his earphones, dozing off with his head in his hand.

you eyed her weirdly, “ why?”

“well he looks peaceful now, but just earlier, i tried to work with him on a project and he was so quiet and looked like he was glaring at me the entire time…”

you turned back, he was looking at you now. you held your breath and quickly turned back around.

“i don’t know,” you mumbled. “maybe that’s just how his eyes are. can you let me study now?”

your friend once again ignored your request.

“do you really think he’s a nice person?” she bit back. “isn’t he the resident bad boy of this school?”

you internally cringed at the nickname.

“uh…”

“y/n.”

“i mean personally, he’s not all that bad.”

“what?” she stared in disbelief.

you knew about juyeon. the thing that you didn’t know was why he constantly put up a tough front when in reality he’s really just a nice person.

it had happened last week. when you were strolling through the library, trying to find that one book that would help in your research project. as you turned the aisle, you ran into juyeon. that tall guy with dark hair seemingly loomed over everyone with a scary aura. you ran straight into him.

“oh,” you breathed out. "sorry."

“y/n?” he spoke.

“hm?” you weren’t surprised that he knew your name despite never talking. you had practically all your classes with him.

“can you do me a favor?”

you blinked. that was new.

“yes?” you said, almost sounding like you were questioning him instead. he pulled up his phone and showed a picture. it was a picture of a book.

“i need help finding this book to borrow,” he spoke in his usual deep voice.

you almost let out a laugh at the book itself. “How to Befriend a Kitty: A Guide” was what it read on the screen.

it seems he must’ve heard your chuckle because he furrowed his eyebrows in slight confusion.

“what’s so funny?”

“first, you can’t befriend a kitty? second, can’t you just search it up?” you laughed.

you could see his cheeks redden slightly. “no, for some reason my cat really hates me,” he explained sheepishly. “and i’ve tried everything, so i thought a traditional book would help…”

“hm, well…” and then you led him throughout the whole library, walking through the various aisles until finally, you found the book. you handed it to him with a smile.

“thank you,” he said. you could spot the smallest smile on his lips.

“no problem.”

it was silent.

“can i get your number?”

your mouth dropped open and your eyes widened.

“m-me?” you stammered out.

“yes, you,” he said bluntly.

you slowly nodded as you handed him your phone. after exchanging numbers, juyeon stated that he had to go. he gave a small wave before walking the other way. you stood there, rooted to the spot as he disappeared. he wasn’t bad at all.

juyeon watched the back of your head as you hunched over your books, seeming to be cramming for a test. he could make out the slope of your nose and the way the window glowed against your skin.

he sighed, his eyes softening, a sort-of romantic ballad playing in his ears.

juyeon always liked you, ever since he had laid eyes on you. he’s just never had the courage to ask you out or even approach you until he ran into you at the library.

his eyes shifted down to where his recent mathematics test paper was sitting on the desk. there was the number 50 written on it in bright red pen. or was it a 20? he never was skilled at math anyways.

he glanced at you again and you were looking back at him too. he could feel his cheeks start to warm as he hurriedly looked away.

and that was when he had the most amazing idea ever.

you stared down at the phone. you had just finished a conversation with juyeon and now there was an address on the screen that he had texted you.

you tilted your head slightly as the conversation replayed in your head.

“y/n," you jumped when you heard his deep voice behind you. school had just ended and you were packing up your things to leave.

“juyeon,” you replied quietly. "do you need something?"

“yes.”

he stared with expectant eyes as if to wait for your answer. you giggled.

"what is it then?"

he took a deep breath before spilling it all out, “i need a tutor for math because i failed the test and you seem really good at math so i was wondering if you could come over to my house and teach me some things-”

firstly, it was funny how he had rushed everything into one sentence with a higher-pitched voice as if he was really nervous. second, he wanted you to tutor him?

“uh- juyeon wait- calm down," you stood up and thought for a second. he seemed nice enough and he just wanted a good grade so... "sure, i’ll go but what exactly was your test grade? and why me?”

“a twenty or a fifty. and you seem like the right person,” his voice was back to its monotone deep voice.

“you can’t even read numbers?”

“no- it’s just that the teacher’s handwriting is horrendous. it’s like a doctor’s.”

you laughed. and you stopped. you laughed at juyeon’s joke. you never even knew that juyeon could make jokes.

“when are you free?”

and so there you were, standing right at his doorway the next day. you took a deep breath and pressed the doorbell, swaying side to side as you nervously waited for what felt like hours.

until finally, the door swung open, and there he was with a small but visible smile on his face. your eyes widened slightly. you just realized that you’ve never seen juyeon outside of school which meant that you’ve never seen him without the school uniform on. not like he ever wore it properly anyway.

you were wearing a casual outfit. not too lazy, not too special. juyeon’s was casual too, except he looked good in it. it was a simple black t-shirt, yet it fit him incredibly well with his tall height and broad shoulders. you gulped, gripping the math textbook in your hands.

“y/n?”

“yes?”

“i was asking if you wanted anything to drink,” he said as he stepped aside so that you could enter his home.

“oh!” you shook your head. “no, i’m fine.”

he shrugged as he led you down to where his room was located.

“we can study here,” he calmly spoke. you nodded as you entered and sat down at the desk where there were two chairs located. you were just about to beckon him over when you noticed something small.

a hello kitty plushie propped up on a nearby shelf.

“hey…” your eyes widened. “is that-”

“what?” he hurriedly rushed over and shoved it down in a dark corner of the room. “it was nothing.”

you stared, your mouth wide open in shock. he stared back, his eyes narrowing as if trying to hypnotize you that you saw nothing.

and then you burst out laughing, unable to contain it anymore.

“so, you’re really different than what others think, huh…” you patted the seat next to you and he slowly went to sit almost timidly. “hello kitty, huh?”

“look, it was a gift from my aunt okay?”

“sure,” you laughed. “whatever you say.”

juyeon reached down and pulled out his notebook and a pencil with an embarrassed sigh.

“and there goes my intimidating act that i keep up in school,” he grumbled, eyeing you.

you smiled.

“there’s no need for it though? why keep it up?”

“people piss me off,” he explained, taking your textbook and flipping to one of the pages. “is it so bad to just want to ignore their annoying, chatty selves?”

you paused. then, you feigned fake hurt across your expression. “so am i annoying to you as well?”

he sputtered, his cheeks turning red, “n-no! not you. you’re very…”

and it looked like he was about to say something but instead, he slammed his pencil down.

“let’s start?” he said hurriedly.

juyeon surprisingly (not so surprisingly judging by his sweet personality) was good at studying. he certainly wasn’t good at math, but that’s why you were there. you helped him through every step of the problem until he understood it. everytime he would get the answer right on his own, he would secretly smile to himself proudly. you thought it was endearing.

“y/n.”

you looked up from putting on your jacket since you were about to leave.

“hm?”

juyeon thought for a moment, his hair falling over his eyes. he bit his lip nervously as he fidgeted with his hands.

“do you want to… to go get ice cream after school tomorrow?”

“so,” your friend nudged your shoulder as she sat next to you on your bed. “you and the certified bad boy huh?”

“please stop calling him that.”

“you didn’t answer the question!”

you sighed, your cheeks starting to feel warm when you recalled the earlier events of that day. he paid for your ice cream, giggled (giggled!) when you left some vanilla on your lips, and even walked you home while chatting about whatever you wanted. who knew that juyeon had such a sweet side to him? he was confusing you and he made your heartbeat somehow beat faster.

“so what? we’re just new friends that’s all. and i tutor him,” you explained.

“and…?”

“nothing else!”

she giggled, slyly, toying with her hair. “but judging by the way he looks at you…”

you paused and abruptly turned your head to her.

“what?” you exclaimed.

“nothing, nothing.”

this was now your fifth tutoring session with juyeon. the two of you grew closer and closer, even exchanging smiles in the halls. for some reason though, people haven't noticed your guys’ newfound friendship and still avoided juyeon. but maybe, that’s just his whole intention.

all the tutoring sessions were about math, until this one. this time, he said it was english.

you plopped down next to him on the small couch he had in his room.

“now, it’s english?”

he silently nodded.

“what’s your test score?”

he went to one of the desk drawers and pulled out the paper. right there, on the corner of it was a large 100 and a well done!

you stared blankly at it. then, back up to him. he was smiling shyly.

“juyeon-” you slapped your hand over your own face in disbelief. “why would you ever need me to tutor you on this?”

he pouted cutely, despite his all-black attire.

“i wanted to spend time with you.”

and that hit your heart like a sharp arrow. your cheeks immediately began to flush as you quickly looked away. this was not what you had expected.

“wh-whatever. you could’ve asked to get ice cream again or something,” you rambled, your heart was beating fast this time.

“but,” he stated clearly and bluntly. “i wanted to give you this.”

and then he reached under the couch and pulled out a bouquet of flowers. it was beautiful, multiple colors and different flowers scattered around. you gasped immediately at the sight of it.

“wh-what is this?” you took it in your hands gently. you could see his hands trembling nervously. "this is for me?"

“well i wanted to confess to you eventually…” he mumbled.

“confess?” you questioned, your eyes widening.

“y/n, i really like you," he stated, placing a hand on his chest sincerely.

and you almost fainted right then and there.

“huh?”

“i’ve liked you ever since i laid eyes on you,” his eyes were sparkling and his cheeks were tinted pink as well. “and i enjoy my time with you and you make me, this guy who wears all black all the time, feel all fluttery and pink on the inside.”

you stared in utter disbelief. your jaw dropped as you clutched the flowers in your hand. and then you smiled widely, giggling.

“that’s crazy,” you whispered shifting closer. “i seem to like you too, juyeon.”

“really?” his eyes were wide in hope.

“yeah,” you pinched his cheek. “you’re actually really cute despite the whole bad boy thing you’ve got going on. plus, you are really, really, attractive. even when you smile and-”

and your words were interrupted by his lips on yours. you dropped the bouquet to the floor in shock as he brought you closer with his large hands. you gasped but still, melted into the kiss your heart thumping wildly.

when he pulled away he smiled widely.

“i’ve wanted to do that for the longest time.”

“really?” you asked, breathless.

“you’re just so … pretty.”

you were frozen. your cheeks certainly were red now. and then you leaned closer and kissed him again. and again. and again.

and he reciprocated, even bringing you into a warm hug.

meow.

you both jolted away from each other. when you looked down, there was a kitty. juyeon’s kitty, staring up at you both with angry eyes.

“you still didn’t befriend this cutie?”

“i’m working on it...”

#the boyz reactions #the boyz fluff #the boyz imagines #juyeon fluff #juyeon x reader #fics 💞#requests 💞

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chvnnie · 2 years

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hi hi hard hanji thought based on this pic bc my brain acc basically stopped working when i saw it but anyways imagine being out with han (bf!han) at some event and idk u do sth to piss him off (on purpose) somehow and he just gives u that glare and when u get home basically fucks ur brains out😵‍💫 (for anything in between my mind literally went blank i’m sorry TT) qjrxdgvdh i feel like this is such an awkward ask/request (???) bc the thought is so incomplete and basic and i cannot put it in words properly at all but anyways i hope it makes sense :p

also since i’m already writing this i felt like i should mention that i love ur writing sm it’s so good!!!!

i just want to personally thank you for sending this in and being so patient with me as i wrote this. i...popped off a bit. oops-

Strawberry Lipgloss

han jisung x reader

word count: 3.9k

genre: smut - MINORS DNI

warnings: hard/mean dom!jisung, bratty sub!reader, marking, possessive reader AND jisung, mentions of oral (m/f receiving), teasing, mentions of food and alcohol, public teasing, bondage, impact play (jisung's hand, no toys involved), humiliation and degradation - not CRAZY but elements are there, unprotected sex (how about we don't irl), choking, creampie, jisung being super SUPER M E A N but also the sweetest bf ever. i think that's it? if i missed anything - PLEASE LET ME KNOW.

summary: everyone benefits from making jisung angry.

a/n: hi all! i'm so sorry i've been kinda mia recently. i've been really sick and have started a new job, and have been a teeny bit overwhelmed. i hope to become more active as i start to feel better.

this is a work of fiction. this fic in no way represents han jisung as a person or stray kids as a whole. you are responsible for the media you consume. please read responsibly.

taglist: @lix-ables, @rachalixie, @agustd-essert, @gibbysupremeacyisreal, @katieraven, @miamormi, @woahfruity, @isilentprincess, @hugs4chan, @stranger-thighs, @beautifulcolorgarden, @scottmcallisdaddy, @whatudowhennooneseesyou, @raspbinniecreme

There were a multitude of reasons why you loved Jisung. Some were small, like the way he rubs his eyes when he’s sleepy, trying to get his watery, tired eyes to wake up. Some were big, like the way he knows exactly how to comfort you when the world becomes too much. It was a never ending list, extending daily to add the new little things that make you fall head over heels for him again and again.

But something you really loved, even though slightly unconventional, was how easy it was to rile your boyfriend up. It was almost effortless (the thought of you in his dress shirt still gives him a semi if he thinks about it too long), something easy to do that always gave you exactly what you wanted.

Key word: almost.

Because today, it was almost impossible to do so, no matter how hard you tried.

Your attempts started early in the morning. Neither of you had alarms set, the only thing you had to do that day in the late evening, so you had plenty of time to spend together in bed. Your eyes felt a little heavy as you opened them up, body wiggling to stretch the sleep out as you emerged from slumber. It was earlier than you would like - clock reading just past 8:00 - but now that you were up, it was impossible to fall back asleep.

Rolling over in the cotton sheets, you find the body you had moved away from in your sleep. Jisung laid flat on his back, brown hair a cloud of staticky fluff on the white pillowcase. His lips were parted, letting everything from little snores to drool dribble out. The duvet sat low on his chest, bare skin glowing in the sunlight that was breaking through the closed curtains. He was the picture of a peace right now; breathing even and eyelids twitching with dreams. It was such a sweet sight.

Too bad you couldn’t focus on that right now.

Instead your eyes fell to the dark marks left across his collarbones. Freshly made, they had turned purple overnight and looked so pretty peppered across his skin. You didn’t even notice that you were biting down on him at first. It wasn’t until Jisung groaned out, head rolling back as you began to bounce harder on his dick.

“Fuck, I love when you bite me like that.” Nails dug into your hips as he leaned back in his desk chair, moaning into the empty studio.

His words only spurred you to bite him more. To mark him up and claim him as yours, as if there were any question as to who Jisung “belonged” to.

You curled into his side, kissing his shoulder lazily as you got comfortable. Still sleeping, his lifts his arm, wrapping it around you and pulling you in so you’re flush to his body. He mumbles a bit before falling silent again, the only sound his deep breaths.

Almost envious of his ability to sleep so heavy, you began to trace the ridges of his chest that weren’t tucked under the covers. You took your time, covering every inch of exposed skin before moving up to the small bruises. His collarbones were already his weak spot, and now with the added bruises, they were much more sensitive. Just the soft brush of your fingertips made your sleeping boyfriend moan lowly, shifting slightly as he began to stir.

You really should let him sleep. It’s going to be such a long day, it’s almost unfair to wake him up.

But the ache between your legs still made you shake, muscles worn out and begging for more. If you had to suffer, so did he. Isn’t that what relationships are all about? Mutual suffering?

A few more strokes to his collarbones and Jisung began to wake, grunting softly as his eyes fluttered open. His eyes were narrowed with confusion and exhaustion, hands clenched into fists as he rubbed them.

“What time is it?” His voice was low, raspy with sleep and lack of use. You always thought he sounded prettier in the mornings, the fire in your core sparking happily at his tone.

“About 8:15.” You whisper, moving your hand down his chest. This time you slipped under the covers, drawing a line with your fingertips all the way to his belly button before following it back up. “You sleep okay?”

He mumbled a yes, dropping his hands back to his side. “‘M still a little sleepy.”

Pouting, you apologize softly, daring to cover more of his torso with your hand. It had to be obvious what you wanted; even with sleep lingering in his mind, Jisung had to know that you wanted him. That you needed a remedy to the soreness in your inner thighs. “Do you want to go back to sleep?” You ask, giving him an out if he wanted to take it.

When he shook his head, your heart leaped into your throat, pounding like it was going to escape. Up and all yours now, your mind began to wander with thoughts of where the morning to go. Maybe Jisung would let you give him head, his fingers tangled in your hair as you lazily pleased him with your tongue. Maybe he’ll give you head, a tight grip on your outer thighs to keep you against his face. Maybe-

“I really need to work on a project.” He says, rolling on his side as he pushes himself out of bed. “Especially since we have that dinner tonight.”

You’re a little stunned; Jisung never willingly gets out of bed this early in the morning. You thought the odds were in your favor, the early hour and teasing seemed like the perfect equation for some lazy morning sex. Seeing your boyfriend stretch his arms up, waking himself up more, made your heart return to its normal spot. A slight disappointment filled your chest at the rejection. You know he knew what you were thinking - the bump in his boxer briefs were evidence enough - and he indirectly told you no. Usually the slight teasing would be enough. Usually his resolve would break without you really having to try.

“I’m going to hop in the shower and order breakfast. What do you want?”

You were actually going to have to put in work today. “Can I shower with you?”

The loving smile on his face made you feel warm and fuzzy. A large hand cupped your face, thumb stroking your cheekbone as he looked down at you fondly. You nuzzle into his hand, turning slightly so your lips could brush against the palm of it.

“You really should rest, baby.” His tone had a hint of amusement. “We have a big day today.”

Jisung left no room for argument, removing the hand from your face and making his way to the en-suite bathroom, leaving you stunned.

The rest of the day was filled with similar rejections; he really had to finish this track, the phone call with Chan was going on longer than he expected, Felix just really wanted to play games right now. By the afternoon, he had a slight smirk with every excuse, dismissing your efforts before you really even tried. It was becoming obvious that, just like you were setting out to tease him, he was doing the same to you. Before you knew it, it had become a competition: who could push the other to their breaking point first?

And fuck, you were determined to win.

You sat in the passenger seat of Jisung’s car, legs pulled up and tucked under you. The last three attempts to throw him off left you feeling defeated, debating on giving up and begging him for what you want.

His hand nudged your knee, slipping in between your pressed together legs. It rested on your lower thigh, squeezing lightly. “What’s on your mind, love?”

Locking your phone, you slipped it into the cup holder before giving your boyfriend your attention. He looked fucking good. A crisp, white dress shirt tucked into tight black slacks, the top few buttons undone and exposing the skin there. His jacket was thrown into the backseat, waiting to be worn once the two of you finally arrived. Your lips parted, a response on the tip of your tongue when you noticed something.

The way the collar of his shirt fell, with the buttons popped open, gave a peek of purple skin. Of faded bite marks.

And then you saw his grin. Wide, wolffish, reveling in his win.

“You’re not playing fair.” You said with a huff, pushing his hand off of you.

Jisung chuckles, bringing the banished hand to the steering wheel. That stupid fucking grin on his face just pisses you off more. “I don’t know what you mean.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, a new determination sparking in your lower belly. There was no way you were giving up now. If he wanted to play dirty, so could you.

You really pissed him off this time.

Like, seriously. You’ve never seen your boyfriend so angry, eyes so dark the flame behind them isn’t even visible. His tongue was pushed against the inside of his cheek, and by the way his jaw was clenched, you could guess he was biting down on the muscle as well.

He was mad. Madder than mad - he was livid. Furious. Irate. Whatever word you wanted to use to express his anger, it wasn’t strong enough.

And god, that made you so giddy, you were practically bouncing out of your seat.

Dinner started off fine — an unspoken peace as the competition was put on hold for the time being. You were there to celebrate Seungmin’s engagement, not to tease each other to the point of breaking. It was such an important event, you were willing to put everything on hold for your friend.

But Jisung haaaaaad to open his damn mouth.

The two of you sat at the edge of the large table, the champagne bottle making its way down. Finally arriving at your end, Jisung takes the bottle from Minho, shifting in his seat to pour your glass first. Maybe it was the way he was angled, maybe it was the lack of coverage, but more the marks you made began to show.

Minho chuckles softly, only loud enough for the three of you to hear. “Long night?”

Jisung looked up at his friend quizzically as he moved to fill his glass. “What?” With a nod of his head, your boyfriend’s attention was brought down to his upper chest. You hated the way his head popped back up, giving you that stupid fucking grin again before looking back at his friend. “More like afternoon.”

It really wasn’t much, just a suggestive statement that made Minho roll his eyes and scrunch his nose, but it was enough to make up your mind. Fuck the “truce”. You never liked to play fair anyway.

Slow and steady wins the race. Or rather, soft and gentle strokes to the inside of your boyfriend’s thighs add kindle to the smoldering fire in his core. Resting your head on his shoulder, it appears as if you’re just being affectionate. Jisung takes it that way, even turning to place a kiss on the tip of your head. Then your strokes slow down, inching higher and higher up his leg. Right as your touch barely brushed his crotch, he grabs your hand and forcefully puts it in your own lap.

“Not here.” He whispers, giving you a warning glance through the corners of his eyes. The unamusement in his stare couldn’t be more evident.

Jisung was blissfully unaware that he just gave you exactly what you wanted. The seed of annoyance was planted, and all you had to do was water it.

Between the meal itself and dessert, you succeeded in making him progressively more annoyed. The fact that his friends were all close by, and could potentially witness what you’re doing, helped the plant bloom. There was just one more thing you needed to do to set him off completely.

You slipped away to the bathroom without even being noticed, back less than five minutes later. The dessert had made it to the table, yours sitting untouched while Jisung was slowly savoring his chocolate cake.

“Good?” You ask as you slid back into your seat.

Jisung nods, eyes sparkling with delight from the deliciousness of his dessert. “So good. Do you want a-“

His offer was cut short by you not-so-subtly dropping your black lace panties in his lap. Right in the middle of his chewing. Right in front of the entire party, who just happened to not be looking in your direction.

Jisung didn’t finish his dessert.

The second the check was paid, he was grabbing you by the wrist, throwing a pathetic excuse to his friends as to why you were leaving early. It didn’t take a detective to figure out why he was all but dragging you out of the restaurant. His anger has to be taken out somehow, why not on the person who caused it?

Not a word was spoken the entire thirty minute car ride. Jisung had an iron grip on the wheel, pressing down on the accelerator to up the speed. He didn’t once look at you, to focused on getting fuck home and getting you the fuck out of that dress.

The second the car was parked in the garage, he reached across the console to grab the nape of your neck, pulling you over so his lips could crash against your own. The kiss is aggressive, his tongue forcing your lips to part to slide inside your mouth. Jisung swallows the soft moans you make, nails digging into your neck as he messily devours you.

He breaks the kiss with a pop, lips swelling a bit and stained with your strawberry lip gloss. “To the bedroom. Now.” Voice gruff, the tone was scary enough for you to scramble out of the car, rushing to get inside as quickly as possible.

You’re stripping in the hallway, a trail of items leading through the house to the bedroom. As giddy as you were that you fucking won, the idea of making him angrier sent a cold chill down your spine.

When you get to the bedroom, you’re dressed only in your bra and panties, falling to your knees on the hardwood floor. You’re facing the door, ready to wait for as long as you need to for him. Waiting for hours seemed very doable when waiting for your well deserved prize.

But, luckily for you, the drive (and your attitude) took all of Jisung’s patience. Less than forty-five seconds on your knees and the door busts open. His shirt was mostly unbuttoned now, belt wrapped around his balled fist.

Oh.

Making him angrier wasn’t even an option. He was past the point of return.

The hand that isn’t holding the belt quickly finds your hair, fisting it as he pulls you up. “Do you think you’re fucking funny? Messing with me like that in public? In front of my friends?” Jisung drags you a short distance to the bed, manhandling you until you’re lying flat on your stomach. You feel your legs shaking already — not from his words, not from the rough way he moved you around. But from the even tone of his voice, no louder than his speaking tone.

Jisung’s not yelling. Jisung seems very composed.

That’s terrifying in the best possible way.

“I asked you a question.” He growls, grabbing your wrist and bringing them behind your back. “Fucking answer me.”

“Yes.” You say, and the way your voice is already a bit shaky makes Jisung even more determined to break you. “Yes, I thought it was funny.”

He hums, and you feel the cool leather of his belt wrap around your wrist. Tugging tightly, he binds your hand with the belt. “Are you sorry?”

You know it’s a trick question, one set up for you to fail. Say yes, and he thinks you’re lying and punishes you. Say no, and he’ll punish you. It’s a lose/lose for you — no matter what is said, the end result is exactly the same.

Thinking it’ll lessen the punishment: “Yes. I’m so sorry, sir.”

As expected, Jisung chuckles, grabbing onto your bindings for support as he roughly slams a palm to your right ass cheek. “I don’t believe you.” Another slap, harder than the first. “You’ve been playing your stupid little game all day-“

“So were you!”

The third slap echos, sound bouncing around the bedroom. Already your skin is tingling. “The only thing I should hear are your begs for forgiveness. Otherwise, shut the fuck up.”

You really thought you didn’t want to piss him off more. That there was a line you didn’t want to cross with him today. But that went out the window fairly quickly. You stomp your foot defiantly, and when he looks up at your turned head, you stick your tongue out at him.

It was a mistake, but a great one.

He strikes down again. And again. And again, all on the same side until you’re squirming up the bed. Then he moves to the other, hits heavier than the ones before that. You tried to keep a tally of how many slaps to the ass you had taken, but you quickly lost it. He was speeding up, determined to make you feel his anger. You were doomed from the moment you decided to play today.

Jisung didn’t stop until your mouth was parted, jaw hanging and tears pricking your water line. His hand was vibrating, the strength he put behind the impact surprising even him.

“Are you sorry now?”

You nod your head quickly, lips trembling as the first tear fell from your eyes. “Yes. I’m so sorry, sir. I’m so fucking sorry-“

Fisting your hair yet again, he pulls your head up, a breathy moan leaving your lips. His face is close to yours, watching the steady stream of tears roll down your cheek. You feel small under his gaze, eyes shutting to try and hide from it.

Your face felt wet. And not from your tears.

Slowly, you open your eyes to find Jisung licking your tears away. His tongue followed the trail of tears, cleaning both sides of your face and catching the new ones that broke.

“Good.” He whispers before pressing a kiss to your flush cheeks, the leftover lipgloss sticking to your sweaty skin. “You should be.”

He drops your head, smiling at the way it bounced a little on the mattress. You can’t see what he’s doing, but can feel it in the way he rips your panties off, kicking your ankles to spread your legs. You feel it in the way the head of his cock runs through your folds, spreading your slick all over.

“This wet? From a few spanks?” He scoffs, the way you shrink in embarrassment only serving to make his cock throb. “That's pathetic.”

You want to snap back, to put up a fight, but every last instinct to argue leaves your body as Jisung forcefully thrusts inside you. He only goes about halfway before pulling back out, setting a shallow but rough pace right off the bat.

The slight stretch makes you hiss, but the way he glides so easily in and out of you feels absolutely incredible.

Incredible, but not nearly enough.

The need to be full of him takes over, making a new fight build up in your chest. Though your eyes are still watering, and you’re a little shaky, you muster the last bit of boldness you have to speak up.

“Is this really all you’ve got?” You huff out, trying to hide the unsteadiness in your voice. “That’s pathetic.”

Jisung stills, cock only a third of the way inside of you. For a brief moment, you worry that you’ve done too much. That you’ve pushed him too far.

Then he’s hauling you up, pressing your back against his chest with a hand closing around your throat. The swallow thrusts become deep, the rough pace becoming damn near animalistic. He’s deeper than you think he’s ever been, hitting parts of you that you didn’t think existed.

Pissing Jisung off was never a mistake when this was the outcome.

“I’ve fucking had it with you.” He hisses in your ear, words barely audible over the beautiful melody of your full moans and his skin hitting yours. “With you, and your bratty fucking attitude.”

The hand around your throat tightens, making your eyes flutter shut. Yellow stars bounce around, the fullness you feel is mouthwatering. You feel the drool roll off your lips, down your chin and pool on Jisung’s hand.

It’s everything. It’s the feeling of being filled to the birm, the constriction of his hand around your throat, the tip of his cock abusing your sweet spot. It’s Jisung. It’s all making you dumb, vocabulary leaving your head as the only thing you can do is pant and moan and cry out his name.

“J-Jisung.” You moan out, hands wrapping around the wrist that’s choking you. The feeling of your nails digging into his skin makes him hiss; lifting his knee up and resting it on the bed to pound into you even harder.

“Say it again.” If you weren’t near incoherent, you would hear how unstable his voice has gotten. Less commanding and more whiny, the tell-tale sign of an impending orgasm. “Tell me who you fucking belong to.”

“Jisung.”

“Who?” His voice is close to a yell, rivaling your moans in volume.

“Jisung! You, fuck-fucking you, Jisung!” You’re screaming, throat raw from how loud you’ve begun to shout his name.

Using the hand around your throat, he turns your head and kisses you. It’s nothing but tongue and teeth, a sloppy mess that rivals his thrusts. He feels your walls fluttering around him, but can’t slow down. Won’t slow down. Both of your highs as rapid as his pace.

What pushes Jisung over the edge is when his tongue moves across your bottom lip. He can taste your tears, your drool.

Your strawberry lip gloss.

With a deep moan of your name, Jisung cums first. It’s hard and plenty, the amount of warm cum spurting inside you so hard, almost making him lose balance. Your climax hits shortly after, just as much of a mess as his. The feeling of his release, mixed with yourself, is dizzying.

The hand on your throat moves to cup your cheek, pulling you in for a softer kiss as Jisung pulls out of you. Immediately, your legs start trembling, unable to hold yourself up without his assistance.

“I love you.” He whispers against your lips, affirming his statement with another soft kiss. “I love you so much, baby.”

You tiredly smile, letting Jisung pepper sweet kisses across your tear stained face. It’s incredible how quickly his persona changes — once the mean, hard dom, now the loving, gentle boy you fell in love with.

“I love you.” You mumble, relishing the way his lips feel on your face.

There were a multitude of reasons why Jisung loved you. Some were small, like the endearing way you leave your socks lying around the house. Some were big, like the way you squeeze his hand gently when he’s starting to get overwhelmed in public, a reminder that you’re always there for him. It was a never ending list, new things being tacked on as he falls deeper in love with you.

But Jisung really loves the way you challenge him, always ready to fight him for what you want. And today was the perfect example.

©: chvnnie 2022

#skz smut #stray kids smut #straykidsland #han jisung smut #han smut #jisung smut #dom skz

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k-roi · 1 year

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Scrapped Rotxo/Kiri (Rotxo x Kiri) Scene from a future Fanfic

Ok. Ok so get this, I’m working on a 5+1 Rotxo/Kiri centric fic, and I start writing times they’ve interacted. Then I’m like shit, when else did they interact other than the intro, bully scene, swim scene? So far so good. AND THEN I LOOK IT UP AND ROTXO WASNT IN AONUNG’S GANG WHO BULLIED KIRI AND LO’AK??

First of all. So good, so good. Makes the ship 10x better in my opinion—IF ONLY I HADNT ALREADY STARTED WRITING MY PROMPT WITH THE BULLYING SCENE.

Whatever, I’m just going to toss it out here TT. The premise of this prompt is 5+1 times Rotxo unknowingly caught and acted on a crush, and the one time he did so knowingly. Supposedly, this was time 2 which I had to have scrapped. Mind you, it’s not edited, lengthened or beta corrected since it’s purely scrap now. Anyways, enjoy!

Rotxo had to admit, bullying the unfamiliar na’vi was kind of a shitty thing to do. Was she different? Yes. Was she a little weird about the ocean? Double yes. Did she have five fingers, a definite mutation that was, in entirely a genetic standpoint, not normal? Triple yes. Did she—okay. He was totally getting off the rail here.

What he was trying to say, was that he felt a little bad cursing at the poor girl. Especially when Aonung took it a little too far and got absolutely beat to hell and back by the tiny forest na’vi who coincidentally had the same odd genetic mutation. Maybe not that little, but, you know. Same thing, they had taken it too far in the end.

He also did not fancy waking up the next morning with a throbbing black eye, so he let Aonung do the heavy punching and just… stayed back. Maybe pulled on Lo’ak’s tail a bit. Grabbed a leg or two.

Look, he didn’t want to look too pathetic in front of her! It was a matter of pride, yes, of pride. He couldn’t look weak infront of the new na’vi and have her think he was just a henchman, or worse.

Rotxo tries to think really hard about anything but him being a henchman. Aonung simply had… specific ideals on how to handle situations. He was just trying to do the good thing and be a supportive bestfriend! He was also the chief’s first born son, so no one was trying that hard to get on his bad side. What? Being his friend gave him some pretty sweet privilages. Like… wow. Maybe Rotxo really was just a henchman, and for no particularily good reason either.

Whatever, he’d deal with that problem later. For now, he’d just worry about getting the shorter forest na’vi off of his friend. Which was proving to be kind of difficult, like he had his claws in Aonung’s skin and refused to be seperated from him. Ugh, even Rotxo in his most desperate days didn’t want to be that close to him.

He must’ve said that out loud though, or at least made a noise of disgust gripping onto Lo’ak’s leg, because at a quick glance he could see the girl giggling, mouth hidden behind a pretty, thin hand. She was looking straight at him, soft laughter filling his ears. His ears burned at the sight.

Yeah, he definitely could not look like an idiot in front of her. Which was why he attempted to push Lo’ak’s legs down and finally end the fight, incapacitate him most likely. Except he got kicked in the knee, repeatedly. Then also straight in the balls.

Eywa, he was really starting to hate the Suli siblings. Almost as much as he hated the Tonowari’s, mischievous and ruthless in whatever they wanted to do. Freaking nepotism babies, Rotxo moaned in his head, curling over in pain. Children of the Olo’eyktan’s were all different breeds of annoyances. He’d definitely get Aonung back for this later, dump raw fish juice on him while he was sleeping for dragging him into this mess.

Yeah, he’d definitely do that, Rotxo mused as he let himself just lay down in the sand, face first. He really did not want to see the pretty forest girl’s reaction to him right now, and he kind of just wanted the ground to swallow him whole.

“Are you alright?” An unfamiliar but easy to place voice said, sweet timber of her voice settling over his shoulders like a blanket. A hand settled over his shoulder, warmth seeping through. Great. Not only did he get kicked in the balls, had an odd revelation about his relationship with his bestfriend, and was beat by a skinnier and shorter na’vi than he was, but he failed his primary goal of not looking pathetic in front of the girl.

Being one with Eywa sounded real magical right about now, maybe have her turn his bones into dust. From dust we came, to dust we belong, he thought, trying very hard to ignore his embarrassment.

EDIT: since it’s getting attention, if you liked reading this, please consider reading mountain dweller, my rotxo/kiri first date and first kiss fic on ao3! the first and only ao3 fic solely focusing on these two 🥲 ik yall exist where tf are the writers ?? to read it, just click the blue underlined link above, labelled mountain dweller!

#rotxo #kiri sully #kiri #avatar rotxo #rotxo x kiri #kiri x rotxo #atwow #awow #avatar #avatar way of water #ao3 #ao3 fanfic #rotki ? is their ship name rotki. or does kirtxo sound better LMFAO #rotki #text post

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negrowhat · 6 months

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BL/QL ASK GAME : THE UGLY, THE BAD AND THE WORST

I saw that @bengiyo did this and I would like to participate!

The categories are :

Worst soundtrack / weirdest song choice in a BL

I think some of the background music choices in Love in the Air/Wedding Plan were odd, mostly during SkyPrapai scenes. I think in one scene Itsy Bitsy Spider was playing and in their wedding scene some random ass old song was playing too. And I can't remember which BL it was where a Christmas Song kept playing in the background during random scenes.

Most cringe-inducing line (cute)

Pleum to Kevin: "You're lovely, trust me on that. If you weren't lovely I wouldn't fall for you from the first time we met." The cringe the cheese and he was always saying cheesy stuff like that to Kevin but I ate it up because he was sincere and so up front. We stan.

Most cringe-inducing line (actually bad)

Rain to Payu: "If you don't stop being angry you're going to scare your wifey." I hate how attached MAME is to the "wifey" title for her characters. That scene was cute but that line is just ugh. And the subbers like to translate it as "Darling" but we all know the truth.

Most stupid decision made by a character

Yu Xi Gu leaving to go buy salt for that stupid soup. (History 3: Make Our Days Count)

Worst plot line

Whatever the fuck the step brothers in History 4 had going on. I could honestly move past them being step brothers if every single thing else about their storyline was not so messed up. (History 4: Close to You)

The most problematic show you’ve watched

1000% TharnType and I completely own that shit. TT was a hot ass toxic mess and I ate up every single bit of it.

A show people love but you find bad

Dark Blue and Moonlight. I just hated every single thing about that series. I hated the stupid cheating plot. I hated both of the main guys. Hated the acting. But when that shit came out I remember that people just LOVED it.

A show people find bad but you will defend

En of Love: Tossara. People found Tossara boring and I just loved their lil series. I love Gun and Bar and sure the acting was a little stiff but they gave me such a warm and cozy vibe. They were honest with each other and had relevant conversations and were mostly unproblematic.

A show that is just objectively bad but you enjoyed it

The Best Twins. Like the plot made no sense and depending on which couple was on screen it felt like 3 series in one and some of the acting was not good but it was a funny lil series that featured a ton of our faves before they were our faves. Also fucking THOR??? He's a gem.

A bad show that you kept watching because you were intrigued/fascinated

History: Obsessed, because what the fuck even was that? I had to see how they made it out to the end.

A bad show that you kept watching because you were horny

Waterboyy...Earth looked really, really hot in that one, but my gawd I would never, ever watch that series again. Between them revoking that one girl's lesbian card, the cheating, the sexual assault, and Waii's daddy getting together with Waii's best friend I couldn't stomach it. Highkey glad EarthNew didn't last.

A bad show that you kept watching because of that one character

My Gear and Your Gown. That character actually being the ship PureFolk, because otherwise that series was a total snooze fest.

A bad show that you would still recommend

My Engineer. The series was quite literally a mess and almost felt like a fever dream with it's wacky characters and random happenings with the plot (also some people didn't like the main couple) but the series is so much fun and we were given a gem of a ship with RamKing/PerthLay. It's just a fun series.

The character that ruined a show the most

Fucking Wai in Bad Buddy. I just couldn't stand him outing his own best friend to the whole school. That was so fucking dirty and Pran was still trying to apologize??????? I almost dropped the series after that because I knew he would never apologize and still everything would be forgiven.

Most awful character that you hated

Tita Susan from Gameboys the Movie/Gameboy S2. Plern Pleng from Together with Me. San from TharnType. Lee So Hee from Light on Me. Fighter's daddy.

Most awful character that you loved

Type from TharnType. Ritsu from The End of the World With You.

A character that wasn’t awful but that you just don’t like

Ben from Never Let Me Go. Dome from Ingredients.

A hero that should have been a villain

Theo from Enchante. Waii from Waterboyy. Yeon Seok from First Love Again.

A morally bad character you’re into

Denis from The Director Who Buys Me Dinner.

A morally bad character you’re not into and you wish people would stop being into

The younger step brother from History 4. Day from Love Syndrome 3.

The show that disappointed you the most.

Check Out the Series and Even Sun.

The Worst Show of Them All Because of Your Own Reasons

Dark Blue and Moonlight

#dark blue and moonlight #the best twins #check out the series #even sun #the director who buys me diinner #waterboyy the series #enchante the series #tharntype the series #tharntype #never let me go #ingredients the series #bad buddy #my engineer #history 4: close to you #history 3: modc #en of love

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I think it would've been kinda cool to see Cassandra act genuinely menacing during season 3. Her almost crushing Eugene was kinda along that line, but it was a shortish lived moment. I guess I mean just overall. Instead of mostly seeing her war with her inner emotions and whatnot (also zhan tiri but she always ended up listening to her), I would've loved for her to fully lean into the whole villain thing. Might have helped the plot a little during the wrap of the tts.

Honestly, her behavior in "Cassandra's Revenge" is my favorite from her villain arc. She's confident, intimidating, ruthless, and is barely pulling her punches.

This is part of why I think it would have made more sense for them to reach the Dark Kingdom and Cassandra turn on them during season two. Then it would have given Cassandra more time to build up her villainy before realizing she was wrong and going for that sweet, sweet redemption.

The plot they gave us could have been done in a more satisfactory* way, changing very little but the timeline. The conclusion of her villain arc and redemption was rushed to all hell. I'm not a huge fan of Catra being redeemed in SPOP, but at least she was given time to be redeemed. She had to face the consequences of people not trusting her and prove she was on their side (much like Varian did). But Cassandra had the last, what, fifteen minutes of the entire show to decide she was wrong (and only because ZT double crossed her and Cassandra lost everything she'd been fighting for in S3), be forgiven (by Rapunzel, which the showrunner decided meant that everyone forgave her, including the audience), help with the final fight, die (of what, there's no canonical answer, regardless of what individuals and groups think probably happened), be brought back, and leave Corona. Fifteen minutes of a three-season show, one whole season of which she was the villain for. Honestly, the build up to her turn was more believable than the actual turn and villainous arc.

*More satisfactory, not flawless. There's a lot I would change about her villain arc, but changing the pacing would have gone a long way to fix the issues.

#Tangled #Tangled the Series #Cassandra #TTS #Answered

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dollsonmain · 8 months

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This surgery has been very different than the last one and that's funny because I basically got the same surgery all over again PLUS a more different extra surgery.

(plus other blather)

First Surgery I was very irritated (burning and pain in urethra) and up all night having to use the bathroom painfully every 30 minutes for the first 3 nights, then getting longer and longer periods of sleep before having to get up. This Time I got up once around 3:30 which is almost making it all the way through the night since That Guy's alarm goes off at 4. I'm not feeling any of the irritation from the first time, just discomfort from the right stent again.

FS BIG, BIG pain flare in the night, once home needed the heat bear to get to sleep every night. TT nothing unexpected or unbearable. Left kidney got a little warm for a bit but that passed. Right side uncomfortable from the stent but not as bad as it had been once the old one calcified which might happen again. Didn't need the heat bear. -This may have to do with the timing of coming home vs surgery time and I may start having more pain as time goes on today and tomorrow. The discomfort is already building a bit. Zap zap.

FS occasional loss of bladder control for the first two days. TT no problems, there. Wore the depends on the way home but didn't need to use the restroom at all until bed time, and wore one overnight but didn't need it. That Guy insists that's because I'm dehydrated despite having been on IV fluids, when it's just less irritation and no loss of bladder control.

FS I was pretty much out once the anesthesiologist gave me the fentanyl, though I remember talking to the people in the OR, them saying I was drunk, me saying I don't drink alcohol, and the anesthesiologist saying that explained why I was laughing so much, it was my first time being drunk. I didn't move myself to the operating table because I was unable and remember them putting the mask on my face, then nothing until I woke up. TT I was still fully aware and mobile when I got to the operating room, moved myself from the PACU bed to the operating table, was able to lift my legs to assist with putting the calf cuffs on, was not laughing like a goof, remember the mask, a nurse saying something like "Ok, here we go." and then nothing. The nurse said I wouldn't remember any of that. One of the nurses talked to me like I was 5 and it was weird.

FS I was fully awake when they went to put me under despite having not slept in a few days. TT I was half asleep already even though I'd slept the night before. It was around 2pm and I'm always sleepy at 2pm.

FS when I was coming out of anesthesia there were colorful rectangles everywhere in my vision and I remember trying and struggling to speak, talking about the rectangles. A nurse said "You're waking up" once I managed to say "Rectangles" out loud and then I was awake pretty soon after that if a little disoriented. TT That Guy says I was the last person left for the day and everyone was trying to get me to wake up so they could go home. Nurse kept coming by and saying my name and I struggled to rouse. I didn't say anything (at least not while I was awake enough to be aware of speaking), just couldn't wake up fully. I didn't wake up fully until I'd been home a few hours, but then had to drag myself to bed, exhausted.

Armchair diagnosis but I think my urologist might be autistic. He's very straightforward saying things like "Anesthesia is safer than going on the highway so don't worry. I mean, you COULD die." and like "This surgery is pretty simple. I COULD poke a hole in your ureter but that's not likely." things you might expect a doctor to mince words on a bit.

He was having a conversation with another doctor out in the middle of the PACU where the nurses' station and doctors' PCs were about prostate exams and the other doctor was being kind of crude about it (he'd been going around being crude and loud the whole time) and my doc was again being very straightforward and explaining the other doc's anecdotes about how he reacted to it. The other said ONE drop of semen came out, and my doc was like "You likely had a stream of semen through your ureter as opposed to one drop and peed it out later." When my doc left, the other was like "He's really serious...."

At one point That Guy brought up the discrepancy in the cost of the antibiotics and the doc started going on about how messed up the US health care system is. Doc said that some pharmacies charge more than others so while we're doing medical stuff in Next Town Over, we'll just use the hospital's pharmacy since we'll be there anyway. Bonus that it's a drive-up pharmacy so I don't have to walk through the walmart in agony to get meds.

He told me that he doesn't like to wear flip flops because he can't stand the feeling of something between his toes and that his wife thinks he has sensory issues.

He also loved the Barbie Movie. His four daughters asked to go see it and he liked it a lot. That's not part of the armchair diagnosis, I just found that interesting. Both That Guy and the other male nurse were like "Ew misandry" but he was like no it was great you should see it.

All of this makes me like him and trust him a bit more as a doctor.

He keeps saying I'm small and I'm confused by that, but I guess most of his patients are elders and/or male.

I've had a lump growing on my arm for as long as I can remember that I thought might be a tumor and suddenly got bigger and harder the past few months but now that I've been on antibiotics for a few weeks it's gotten smaller and softer again, so I guess that's a cyst.

That Guy said the doctor told him to tell me to reduce my antibiotics to once a day after I remove the left stent tomorrow. That seems illogical considering how antibiotics work, and the after care instructions say to make sure I take the antibiotics the day before and the day of removal and that there are no changes to my medications, so I'm going to have to call the office and ask about it. I've learned not to take That Guy at his word.

#tiffygotsick

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mommytenshilmao · 2 years

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HOW WILL THE "GENSHIN BOIZ" REACT TO THEY'RE S/O THE READER HAVING KIDS (That are not theirs)

Errors ahead⚠️some might contain over cringiness lmaoooo⚠️mild cussing on my side notes

Kaeya:

-after you introduced the mini you to him he'd be :0 to :D

-your son/daughter would definitely cry

-ofc he's kinda nervous but kaeya being kaeya he doesn't show it

-he would try to comfort them and definitely say "now now little one, it's me, look your father"

-your daughter/son would stop crying and stare at him, after a few seconds they would laugh and yell "dada" repeatedly (mah Hart omg)

-after deciding to live together, your daughter/son almost forgot that you existed (they like keaya more than you :p)

-kaeya would always bring goodies every time he come back home

(don't be too shocked if your child has an attitude of overconfident lmao)

Thoma:

-after you told him about your child, he would gladly accept them

-he would be so nervous, on how to approach them, he doesn't want to mess things up

-your daughter/son would definitely the first ones to approach Thoma, his worries all for nothing

-They would follow him around curious of what he's doing (he's an house husband alright?)

-Thoma would laugh at how adorable they were but when he tried to get close to them they hid behind your legs

-thoma would always tell them stories, and was the reason they've gotten closer

-thoma would introduce them to his friends cat's and dog's

-your child would be so attached to him to the point they would cry if you take them away from Thoma for example taking a bath, eating, etc.

-you would have hard time explaining to them that Thoma has to go to work

Xiao:

-i just know that this man would go straight up to them bow his head and introduce himself including his status, work, vision etc. To your child Lmaoooo TT

-your child would only laugh at him thinking he was doing a joke💀

-your child would come close to him and he would walk backwards and stumble LMFAO

-your child would see him as a joke nahh JK

-Your child would open they're arms to him and would say "up da da up"

-he would be shocked he felt his heart being squeezed

-suprisingly he adapts the fatherhood quite well

-un fortunately for you your child grew up as a daddy's girl/boy

Zhongli:

-before everything he would ask you the whole detail including who's the biological father

-he knows quite well about how to take care of a child (he lives for a fucking million years so obviously he saw how to handle one lmao)

-but surprisingly he would feel a little nervous, why? Dunno? Maybe he's insecure what if your child won't like him what if your child will look for their true father

-when he entered the playroom, your child was there playing stackbuilding, he walked over, your child Heard the footsteps and turned around

-zhongli froze, maybe preparing himself to hear the child's cry? But it didn't happen, The child smiled sweetly at him making his heart melt

-your daughter/son would signal zhongli to crouch down and so he did, your child gave him a block of the stockbuilding

-he would look back at you with confused eyes, then your child would pat his cheeks and say "dada stak stak" while smiling their imperfect teeth showing

-he would be so happy to the point he accidentally blurted out "I would spoil you as much as I can" and kiss their forehead, your child laughed but didn't understand what he was saying lmao cutie

Scaramouche:

-you we're hesitant to introduce him to your child, not that he was dangerous but he may or may have not told you that he doesn't like kids AT ALL (even tho he looks like one lmao jk)

-He was already in a bad mood because of stressful work and on the way home you were already swallowing needles, he doesn't like kids and the worst part is it's not his, good heavens

-the annoyance was visible on his face when you brought up the topic, but when you reached the part where you said it's not his he scarily immediately agreed to meet them

-it was clear as water from your objectives that he may or may not planned something not good

-when you opened the door you were immediately greeted by the sunshine Infront of you..."mama!!" They hugged you

-you swear you saw how scaras face relaxed and smoothened

-to your surprise he carried the child and played with their hair, Your child laughing while repeatedly saying "hehe dada"

-your jaw almost physically dropped

.....and then you woke up..

#keaya x reader #zhongli x reader #xiao x reader #scaramouche x reader #genshin boys #reactions #genshin impact #thoma x reader

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softquietsteadylove · 11 months

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For part 4: I've got this idea of mine where Thena blaming Minerva for what happened to Gil and she ordered her that he wants Gil back under her after this mission.

I want you to decide for the rest! I know this is a lot and I am sorry TT, I just wanna say again that your works are beautiful and so are you. Thank you! xoxo

"How'd it go?"

Thena closed the passenger side door with a huff, clipping her seat belt rather aggressively. "It could have gone worse, I suppose."

"So you didn't mouth off and get fired?" Kingo asked as he pulled out of the lot of the agency office building. "I would say I was impressed if you weren't already on suspension for it."

Thena just shrugged. She didn't much care about the suspension, even considering she was a senior agent, and this kind of thing would reflect on her for a very long time to come. It was a well deserved suspension, given how she had screamed in the face of not only Minerva but the Section Chief as well.

All that having been said, Gil had almost died.

The recovery operation was a success. Thena was the best when it came to infiltration, especially after things had already not gone to plan. She and the rest of Special Ops had arrived at the scene and cleaned things up concisely and without mercy.

She had gone further in with Kingo, intent on finding Gil. At the very least they had confirmed that he wasn't one of the reported casualties, but that still left him as potentially injured.

Thena had found him in one of the back corners of the labyrinth of storage lockers. He was barely breathing and there was blood everywhere. If they had been any later, he probably would have...

She had gone in the ambulance with him, Kingo having covered for her absence, with Minerva's help to corroborate Thena's definitely-good-enough reason for leaving the scene.

She owed that much to Minerva, and after she had gotten in her face about the whole thing being her fault. That was unfair of her, and Thena knew it. She knew what being a team leader meant--what it meant to have people's lives in their hands and be solely responsible for it when things went bad.

She was feeling...fragile.

Minerva had taken it like a champ, because of course she had. She didn't reprimand Thena for it, didn't shout back at her, didn't even demand an apology for it later.

The Chief still had her suspended for her behaviour but Thena hadn't cared then and she still didn't, now.

"Did you do what I told you?" Kingo asked as he drove, letting Thena take it easy in the passenger's seat.

Thena crossed her arms, "I displayed...appropriate remorse."

Kingo rolled his eyes, "come on, Boss. I can't do shit with both you and Gil out of commission."

"I know," she mumbled, looking down at her bag on her lap. She really had attempted to appear apologetic for her actions. "I did offer my apologies for it."

"Did you seem sorry?" Kingo looked over at her as he slowed to a stop, "really?"

Thena rolled her eyes and shook her head, "sorry enough."

"So, no," Kingo scoffed and shook his head as well. "If you and Gil get fired, I've gotta get out of this line of work."

Thena smiled, "we're not fired, Kingo. Not yet, anyway."

"Yet," he huffed as he started driving again. He glanced at her, "the transfer?"

"I said that even if I was fired, Gil would be back on Special Ops in exchange."

"Thena-"

"It was the only way I'd go peacefully," she shrugged, repeating it exactly as she had stated it in her probation hearing. "That's all that matters."

Kingo snuck his eyes over to her as she toyed with the bag on her knees. She was fidgeting. "You really think Gil is going to still work here if you don't?"

Thena ignored him. "It's just one more week."

Kingo made a grand show of rolling his eyes at her as he pulled over, "I don't know, Boss. I've already neglected all the paperwork I can. They're going to start asking me to actually do it instead of waiting for you to get back."

Thena gave him a smile as she gripped the handle of the car door, "serves you right."

He leaned down to look at her even as she got out, "just come back soon, please? And tell the big guy I want him back even sooner!"

Thena waved to him as he drove off again. She had to admit, Kingo didn't drive as much like a hellion as she had initially expected he would. And he had very helpfully given her a ride whenever she needed it during her suspension period. She turned, letting herself into the apartment with her key.

"Hey!"

"Hey," she smiled as she walked in, kicking off her shoes by the door and walking into the kitchen. "I'm getting a little too used to not having to wear heels."

"Well, it's not like you need 'em."

Thena rounded the corner, leaning against the wall as she admired the sight of Gilgamesh in the kitchen, on his feet, alive and well. Moderately well, "what's on?"

"Just some easy pasta," he smiled at her from the stove, stirring it with his left hand while his right remained in a sling. She gave him a look and he laughed outright, "relax, nothing strenuous involved."

He had taken a bullet to the leg, as well as endured a shattered clavicle that would have him in a sling for two months. He would still be on desk duty even by the time he was cleared to return to work.

Thena wandered closer, inhaling the delicious smelling sauce. He really was a surprisingly skilled home cook.

He looked over at her, the sizzling of pasta underscoring them. "Get fired?"

"No, but I think Minerva vouched for both of us," Thena sighed. She didn't love the idea of being indebted to her old comrade, but she had to admit that she owed her quite a lot, at this point. "They said that the suspension will be over next week, and after that they'll 'keep an eye on me', so... "

He nudged her with his good elbow gently, "I told you not to speak your mind. Just tell them you're very sorry for what you did and move on."

She raised a brow at him, "is that what you said at your probation hearing?"

"No, I told them that they were old bastards who could go to hell."

Thena laughed, partly from the joke, and partly because it probably wasn't that far from the truth, knowing Gil. For all the shit she got for not minding her manners around their superiors, Gil was a pretty honest guy, even in the worst scenarios.

Gil turned off the stove burner and turned to her, "you were pretty hurt, after that op. I couldn't just let that go."

She looked up at him too, her eyes drifting over the sling holding his arm and then down over the extensive bandaging he had received in the hospital. Even a week after being released, some of them still had to be maintained regularly. "How do you think I felt?"

He smiled, giving her shoulder a squeeze before moving to the cupboard with the bowls, "hey, we got through it--both of us."

Thena moved faster, bumping him out of the way with her hip to reach them before he could, "barely."

He smiled, letting her reach them for herself, instead moving to get them both water glasses. "But we did."

Thena set down the bowls beside the pan of pasta. She had apologised plenty already, and that was after Gil had awoken and told her he didn't have any clue what she was apologising for (and telling her to take it back, too). But seeing him more in the past week than she had in the past month still made her heart clench in her chest.

"Thena?"

She smiled, spooning out plenty for both of them (although that meant that his serving was double the size of hers). "Sit down, Gilgamesh."

He chuckled, obeying the order with a big grin on his face, "yes, ma'am."

She let him see her rolling her eyes at him as she came over with their lunch. She sat down, leaving her suit jacket on the back of her chair. She kept forgetting things at Gil's place, being here to help take care of him so often. She had reminded herself plenty of times already not to get so comfortable here.

"Hey."

Thena looked up, already smiling because Gil was. He twirled some pasta around his fork from his bowl and held up the bite for her. He was cute; she shook her head at him. "I have my own."

Gil shrugged, "you need more. This is why you're so skinny."

Thena's jaw dropped, although it made an opening for Gil to poke at her lip with the pasta fork. She huffed before biting down on it with a glare. "You are still my Agent, Gilgamesh."

"Sorry, sir," he laughed as he pulled the fork back. "Y'know, I thought you were kinda skinny for an Agent when you first recruited me, too."

"Oh, did you," Thena scoffed as she took a bite of her own lunch. "What else did you think?--since you're feeling candid?"

Gil shrugged, his shoulders still moving with his barely contained laughter, "that you weren't nearly as hard to read as everyone said you were."

She rolled her eyes again.

"And that you were kinda pretty, too."

She stopped in the middle of bringing her fork up to her lips. She looked over at him but he was shovelling in another bite, as if he hadn't even heard what he'd said.

"This is isn't bad for only having one hand," he commented as he took a massive bite for himself.

Thena just sighed and took another bite as well. It was moments like this that made her not want her suspension to actually end.

#Thenamesh Special Forces AU #pt 4 #no you're beautiful anon!!#but really thank you #thank you for entrusting me with your idea!#I hope you like how it's turned out!#very drama very angst #but with a happy ending #because I am a soft hearted bird #I am a soft birb #and I cannot take heartache #I think Thena would understand what position Minerva was put in #and while she's not happy about Gil being put in danger #I don't think she would have it in her to really truly blame Minerva for him getting hurt #and Minerva also understands why Thena lashed out #especially when she saw her leave in the ambulance with him #hunched over his body with tears in her eyes #The Chief had already told her she was on suspension #he turned around to reprimand her some more and Kingo said she was...injured #Minerva agreed yes sir she also needed medical attention that's why she's gone #anyway #Thena is helping take care of Gil #because the doctor asked if he lived alone or if he had someone who could help him #and Thena said I volunteer as tribute #she's there more often than not #like she goes back to her place sometimes #but it's really not as often as one might suspect of 'platonic co-workers'

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mguvmii · 2 years

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Headcanons for Akane(boy), Teru and Kou with an S/O who almost pays more attention to their dog/cat instead of him 💀

Not in a bad way, they just really love their animal but their animal doesn't really trust/like them

Maybe how they would act once they noticed how much you really love the animal and what they do to earn it's trust

good day anon! I really enjoyed writing this request it's so cute seeing the boys get jealous over a pet TT Hope you enjoy ! Lots of love from Beth ♡!

characters ; Akane (boy) , Teru , Kou , gn!reader

Notes: unless you specifically request a gender, I always write gender neutral readers.

on with the head canons !

- Absolutely would hate it, hands down. There’s already him wanting your love and now he has to compete with a dog?

- At first. he’d dislike the dog because it was stealing most of your attention from him. You give the dog more cuddles and kisses than he gets.

- Pouty baby. He needs love too. In the beginning he tried to get along with the dog. Spoiler! It didn’t work out. The dog always invaded on cuddle time and snatched up your attention.

- He’d whine and beg you for attention too!

- So yeah he disliked the dog for awhile, but he knew how much you loved it so he had to make peace with it. It was difficult, considering that the dog wasn’t fond of him.

- Whenever he tried to cuddle you or hug you in front of your dog, the dog would end up glaring at him and growling. This made Akane glare back. Two can play at this game.

- I head canon that when you’re gone and it’s just him and the dog, Akane will threaten it and claim that you’re his.

- “Listen here you mutt. Y/n is my s/o, not yours. I came first so remember that!”

- However, eventually Akane had to find a way to get along if he wanted peace in the house.

- He started off with giving it treats. The dog ended up biting his fingers on purpose 💀

- He tried walking it. The dog ended up dragging Akane through the streets.

- He tried approaching the dog gently and sweet talking it. The dog just gave him a skeptical look and snapped at him. It knew Akane wasn’t being genuine.

- Surprisingly, when Akane finally gave the dog some peanut butter, its whole attitude turned around. It willingly walked up to Akane and lick the spoon.

- Now that he’s won it over with peanut butter, he re-tries his earlier attempts with snack and walks. Slowly the dog accepts Akane until they’re able to get along.

- You came home one day expecting more fighting between your two loves, only to see the two sleeping against one another. It seemed like they finally liked each other. You were so happy.

- Now you share your love equally.

- this boy is so lovable how could your cat not like him?

- It did. Cue the hissing and judgy/nasty glares.

- tbh he always wanted a cat too, so when you introduced him to your cat, he was happy!

- That happiness died out real quick when the cat ended up glaring at Kou with dislike. To make things worst, you were always cuddling up to it!

- He can count more than he has fingers how many times you’ve cuddled it, kissed it, talked to it fondly. This just wasn’t fair to him :(

- He does admit he’s jealous of a cat, but he’ll never tell you. You figured it out though. When your back is turned, you knew Kou and p/n (pet name) glared at each other like a war was about to happen.

- It was honestly adorable watching Kou sulk in his mushroom corner, mumbling about how the cat gets more love than he does.

- You ended up giving just as much love to Kou because you hated to see him pout. When you two cuddled together?

- Your cat ended up jumping on Kou’s face just to make Kou angry. The cat was definitely smirking.

- You told your two loves that they needed to get along if this was gonna work out. It was as if the cat was human too, seeing how Kou and p/n ended up scowling at each other.

- Kou definitely bought those mouse toys and fluffy bells on a stick to play with the cat. The cat hated it.

- When that didn’t work he tried feeding it the cat’s favorite cat food. It worked for a day or two before it was back to war.

- At some point, Kou got the brilliant (dumb) idea to put a harness on it to walk it TT he hoped it was a good bonding moment. It wasn’t.

- P/n definitely took a chunk of hair from Kou as compensation.

- Eventually Kou just sat down and glared at p/n.

- “Listen you cat. I’m their boyfriend, you’re just their pet. We need to share or else!”

- Definitely threatened it with his exorcist staff TT

- Somehow though, through intense fighting, a bond came out of it! the cat slowly became less hostile. It still had that nasty judging attitude though.

- They weren’t completely friends, but they got along, enough to co-exist together. Cuddles ended up being with the three of you.

- I head canon that he doesn’t really like animals, simply because they didn’t like him. I mean, he can be pretty scary let’s be honest TT

- so when you told him you had a dog, Teru was displeased. He sucked it up though and decided to meet it, seeing as p/n was super important to you.

- He regretted it though. He had to watch you embrace it and give it head pats. You gave more attention to it than him! He was still in the room hello!

- Definitely glared at p/n on more than one occasion. He just wasn’t having it. He was more touchy with you, holding your hand and staring longingly at you.

- He just wanted attention too :( you gave it to him and told him you loved both of them equally.

- “Why don’t I get head pats love?” He was sulking and pouting.

- As soon as you weren’t in the room, Teru gave the dog his scary glare, the one that made Hanako fear him TT The dog rolled its eyes. It barked at him

- It tripped him a lot too by darting through his legs. The dog found it funny while Teru was ready to exorcise the poor thing. He was semi-convinced your dog was an evil apparition shape-shifting.

- He tried to! 💀 dead serious when you weren’t there, he tried exorcising it. Spoiler! the dog wasn’t an apparition, it just hated Teru.

- “You keep stealing my s/o’s attention and you’re going on the streets.”

- He’d never do it. He actually tried to get along after being tired of fighting p/n. It wasn’t successful. Teru did the same approaches as Akane.

- Except the dog actually liked the dog treats! Teru definitely bribed it with treats. It was a very slow process, but somehow the two got along.

- It made you so happy. There are times though when Teru will want alone time without your dog joining so he’ll lock the dog out of the bedroom just to get cuddle time.

- I head canon that when Teru’s not there, you give the dog attention and when he’s home, you spend time cuddling with Teru while giving the dog pets and head pats.

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