HERE WE ARE. THE EPIC *cough* CONCLUSION TO AN EPIC *splutter* WEEK-LONG (PLUS SOME) BATTLE! Angel Yoosung and Devil Saeran end up as Champion partners in the Pokemon-verse! THE PERFECT ENDING AMIRITE?!? I MEAN, LOOK - SAERAN IS SMILING!!!! OMGOSH
Thank you everyone for joining me on this crazy and highly questionable journey. I hope you’ve enjoyed my crack take on the Yooran Week prompts as much as I’ve enjoyed doing them. The week has been fantastic and as Mod Amy I’m really happy to have seen so many of your amazing entries! YOU GUYS ARE THE BEST MUCH LOVE <3333
Kuro! and Shiro!Kaneki, Nishiki, Uta and Tsukiyama comforting their s/o who is a bit chubby and is really insecure about it? Thank you so much, I love the blog! <3 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
(@anon: Bless u for asking about Nishiki because he ties with Shuu with me tbh and if you’re chubby and feel insecure about it, if it makes you feel better, I’m ver chubby you can ask Raven I’m almost a literal ball of fluff but that doesn’t denounce my ability VwV SO HERE WE ALL GO. Prepare for heart stabbing fluff.)
Kuro!neki: He noticed your behavior a while ago. Seeing you all flustered about your weight, no wearing the dress he brought especially for you, it kinda hurt him. Oh no, but our tragic protagonist drew the line when you refused to eat the food he especially made for you! “…. It’s not because I can’t taste, right?” “I’m just not hungry, Kane-” “You’re lying!” “Eh?” “Ah… I’m sorry if it was too straight forward but I’m tired of seeing you so sad. I find you very pretty. There’s so much more to you than your weight. So calm down, okay?” (Imsososrryhesooclol)
Shiro!neki: He instantly saw the signs when you didn’t want to wear that dress you loved. When you began to stop snacking (originally he thought you felt guilty that he couldn’t eat human stuff anymore. Especially since you loved sharing your sweets with friends.) He even saw it when you kept checking how much you consumed. When you denied him of sex, however, is when he got a tad bit angry. “Oi. The h3ll’s going on? You think I don’t notice?” “Hm?” “Look. You’re perfect if that’s what you want to hear. If you’re that concerned, we can do something together. Just stop the madness. If it’s someone telling you that you aren’t good enough, screw ‘em. You’re mine, not theirs.”
“Now bend over.”
Nishiki: He knew what was going on as soon as you declined the usual junk you ate when he brought it for you. As soon as he heard you try and throw it away, he stopped you in the kitchen doorway after you thought you successfully did the deed. “So I wasted twelve bucks for nothing?” “N-Nishi-” “Stop. Look. If it’s about how you look, throwing away good food won’t help. Heck, a lot of the junk humans eat looks unhealthy to me. Tastes bad too. But if it makes you happy, go right ahead. Screw the world if they try to tell you otherwise.”
trashking Uta: You always brought lunch into the mask shop and ate in the back for the sake of him and his masks. But he began to notice you didn’t take lunch for a few days. Then you stopped eating around him in general. When he asked your friends, they said the same thing: you just stopped eating. He slowly began to connect the dots. He wasn’t a stupid man, he was just very…. tactile. So, he let it go on for a while. He decided to confront you once he’d saw your health decline. As in you were stumbling to get to a seat in his workshop. “You don’t have to push yourself so hard.” He said. “Hm?” You played dumb. “_______, I know you’re not eating. Just stop. If it’s something as petty as your weight, just tell me who told you it was ugly. I’ll kill them!”
“…. Thanks, Uta~”
“No, I’m serious, where do they live???”
Tsukiyama: Shuu being the gourmet means he’s always trying to make sure you eat good af. He likes your plumpness, because it’s a symbol of wealth and plus you cuddle hella good B))). But he started getting upset when he saw you were declining the meals he thought would taste good that he had HIS chef personally prepare for you???? Like????? He felt lightly offended and very concerned. “Mon ami? Are you not feeling well?” He asks as this is the tenth time like child, please eat??? “I-I’m fine… I’ve just caught a virus.” You lied through your teeth. Your husbando knows 10x better than that though. “________, I know you’re lying. You haven’t been eating a lot lately. I’ve noticed that. Please, don’t feel so bad over it. I don’t love you any less for something so petty. So please, eat my darling~”
The morning breeze tickling your nose was what first caught your attention as you were slowly dragged from your slumber. The second thing was just how cold you were because yet again, Jimin had stolen the duvet. The third was the light making the back of your eyelids just a bit more red than black. Lastly, was the absence of a familiar weight around your midsection.
Blinking and struggling to adjust to the light trickling through the open window (thankfully the thin curtains were down, somewhat shielding you from the onslaught of UV rays), you turned your head to see a mess of black hair and swollen red lips. Just the sight made you smile; you turned your whole body just so you can look at the boy next to you.
Jimin’s hair was everywhere, and thankfully it was just short enough that it didn’t cover his eyes (well, it wouldn’t if they were open). It looked just as silky as you knew it felt, having ran your hands through it just the night before. You wanted to do it again but withheld the urge: you didn’t want to wake him up just yet.
His head was securely tucked into his pillow, his arm curled under it to keep it close, and the duvet was pulled up to his chin. The only indication of his tight grasp on it was the way it scrunched up a little further down from the top, exactly where it was tucked under his side so it wouldn’t move. The arm that usually would be resting lazily across your stomach was up, it’s hand pressed against his chin and the bottom of his lip. It only served to make his lips fuller, if that was possible.
His lips. Red and swollen, they were pursed ever so slightly, almost as if he were pouting, with a small gap inbetween. At random moments when he’d jerk in his sleep, they’d pop out a tiny bit more, practically begging for your attention. It took everything within you not to lean over and press your own lips against his, just to feel the cracks and rough patches on them before he covered his lips in lip balm.
With his lips pursed, the hollows of his cheeks—the right side with a small breakout, almost too light to be noticed, even without makeup—sucked in a tiny bit. It did nothing to hide the puffiness of his cheeks, though. You never quite knew why, but every morning his face seemed to be puffier than usual. You didn’t mind; it was one of many things you absolutely adored about him.
His delicate eyelashes rested against the tops of his cheeks, somewhat covering the purplish bags from all the nights he spent up in the practice room, memorizing choreography with Hoseok so they could help the other members learn it. You remember many caffeine charged nights spent waiting for him, just so you could let him fall asleep with you holding him. Whenever he was exhausted, he always became the little spoon, no matter what, and you were okay with it.
The only sound in the room was that of his soft snoring, almost quiet enough to be mistaken as simply breathing. You had barely even noticed that you were holding your breath, as if just the sound of it could wake him—ridiculous really, considering you knew just how hard it was to wake him up. So, as you let out a breath, a lazy smile found its way onto your lips, and you leaned forward.
As you got closer, you noticed he had forgotten to take his earrings out. Even closer and you noticed the small bit of drool at the corner of his mouth. Closer still, and you could feel his soft breath, steady and warm against your skin. Your lips softly touched his, unable to hold yourself back, and as your eyes fluttered closed, his fluttered open.
He leaned in, and it wasn’t long before you found yourself underneath him: his firm, bare chest pressing against yours and your palms flat against it. Jimin pulled back, his large, warm eyes gazing down at you with a small smile playing on his lips. You giggled softly, leaning up to catch his lips again in a quick peck, uncaring that both of you probably had horrible morning breath.
I’m not that much here these days and yet I gained couple of followers oh my ;;v;;;;;; I’m so happy aaaaaa (hello there new people!!! ;v;;;) and truly will need to prepare smth to celebrate bc it’s been so long since I’ve hit mine milestone fdilughdsg maybe I’ll make a poll to have people decide what should I draw ;v;;;;;; anyways, I will continue to just randomly reblog couple of posts for a week more bc we still have other room to renovate (my room is so so pretty I cri I love it so much) so pls take care guys!!! I hope y’all are doing great ᕙ(⇀‸↼‶)ᕗ