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The Nurse (Part Five) || Rick Grimes (TWD)

Part One, Two, Three, Four, Five

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Summary: Before all this, you were a nurse. A nurse who had patients, one of which was a man in a coma. A sheriff, you think, it was all kinda fuzzy now. When it all went sideways, you set up what you could for the man - but had to leave. You'd always wondered where he'd ended up; until in your search of shelter, you run into a familiar face.

TWS: Blood, gore, mentions of death, gun violence (just violence in general), swearing, angst, angsty!Rick, hallucinations, and all things typical of TWD.

[[A/N: Much happier vibes this time around, but I figured a story like this one should be a little bittersweet. This one has got the good stuff. (Farmer Rick, patching up his wounds, TENSION, etc.) Also sorry if you're good at juggling, this is no longer realistic for you lol. Thank you for reading. ]]

"Alright," you hummed, bandaging up the hand, "-just try and keep the bandage clean, we're really only worried about infection."

Glenn nodded, simply just listening to you, "Right."

"Oh," you remembered, grabbing up just two bandages and antiseptic, "-and here's some replacements, just in case you get into something that can't wait."

"Got it," Glenn spoke, standing and kind of roaming towards the door, "-and how often should I check in with you?"

"Once a week," you answered, "-just to make sure the inflammation has gone down."

With confirmation and a smile that only Glenn could produce on prison grounds, your space was empty. You'd had a makeshift area down in one of the front offices of the prison because, well, the medbay was currently... off limits, so to speak. Your most important supplies, though, stayed on your person -certain medicine types and a few medical instruments in a fanny pack often hanging over your shoulder (unless you needed your hands).

You sighed, wiping your hands off with a spare rag, pushing your fingers into your temples for a bit of headache relief. It wasn't hurting in that moment, but you could feel the pressure building, keeping an eye on yourself was hard enough as is.

It was really not the time.

Muttering, you rifled through a few of your drawers -trying to keep track of the supplies was key to this working out in the long run. So, you were running through what you'd given out and what you still had. Eager to make lists for runners later on in the week.

Hershel still helped sometimes, so you couldn't always get the amount used down to a science, but you could get close enough. It worked.

"Hello?" a voice spoke, the drawl ever so familiar to you, "-Anybody in here?"

You, who were currently ducked behind a cabinet rifling through supplies, didn't even think about the fact you weren't visible, calling out, "Just a minute!"

"Alright," Rick hummed in response, seeming to trail off in his speech -looking at something else you assumed.

"Okay," you scribbled down some more numbers, before coming to eye level with Rick -focused and a touch playful, "-So, what can I do for you today, Mr. Grimes?"

Rick smiled, light and airy, "Mr. Grimes, huh? 'Been a long time since I heard that one."

You looked at him, donned in a plaid shirt and sweat dripping down his face -hands dusted in dirt, and pants even worse. But still, his blue eyes twinkled. Ever since he'd started to work on the farm, you'd seen that haze clear. He seemed to find it calming, easier to manage. You were happy for him.

"Too professional for you?" You hummed, trailing your fingers along some of the bandages -keeping count in your head.

Rick smiled before muttering off -tone soft and reminiscent, "Just feels like a different time."

The lull in conversation brought you back to the issue at hand, Rick was one to work as long as he could. Doing only a few checkups throughout the day, he'd found himself busy often. Or you guessed, you found him busy often; that was very much on purpose, though.

"Alright, enough of that, what do you need from me?" You questioned, fully focused on him now; the man had a tendency to under sell his injuries, so you'd need to see it.

"Hershel told me to come see you," he spoke, drawl slow and sure, "-I fell on one of the runs recently. Got a scratch on my chest. He patched it up a little, but-"

"He wanted me to take a look?"

"Yeah," Rick confirmed as you motioned to a chair -dousing your hands with some antibacterial.

He was sitting on a stool, one someone probably found in an old bar, the leather was worn, and the metal squeaked loud any time you so much as breathed. It would work.

You took your place beside him, pulling out some extra bandages, "Which side? And what exactly did Hershel do?"

"My right," he answered, and you moved to that side, "-and just cleaned it and bandaged it up tight."

"Okay," you noted, grabbing a few extra things (most likely looking like a chicken with your head cut off) before spinning around. Where he was sitting as still as a statue, "-Rick? You okay?"

He blinked, eyes cleared of the daze he'd apparent found himself in, "Oh, yeah, sorry. It's just... nice."

"Nice?" You questioned, furrowing your eyebrows together, and pulling up your own stool close to him.

"You," he paused, before stuttering through the rest -hand going to rub at the back of his neck, "-bein' in your element, I mean."

"Oh," you responded, softly -ignoring the soft blush rising to your ears, "-well, thank you."

He smiled at you, and the silent buzz was nice, warm even. You really couldn't dwell on it, though, not sitting this close to him.

"Alright, cowboy," you spoke, "-let's see."

Rolling his eyes at 'cowboy', you assumed anyway, his hands made quick work of the edge of the shirt, pulling it up in a swift movement. Just an edge.

You held your breath, watching as unblemished skin matched your eyes, and suddenly, you realized that it was much higher than you'd anticipated. So, that wasn't going to work.

"Rick, I'm not pressuring you into anything, but-" you spoke, kind and soft, this was a personal boundary, you'd treat it as such, "-I think the shirt's going to have to come off."

There was a moment there, where he just stared at you in silence -eyes focused and intent- and you were truly worried you'd just crossed a boundary.

"If you're not comfortable with that-"

"No, no," he shook the motion off, clearing his throat to himself -to clear the air maybe, "-it's alright. Just been a while."

You laughed, tilting your head a bit in curiousity, "Since what, exactly? Since you took your shirt off? Rick, you did that yesterday-"

"Oh?" he hummed, a smirk peeking at his lips, "-Didn't know I had an audience."

"Ha, ha-" you rolled your eyes, ignoring the buzz of warmth that hit your cheeks -he could not see that, "-you're just stalling."

Rick raised his hands in defeat, smiling at you in a way that you wish you could keep for yourself for later. His smiles had always been so bright, you supposed that was why you could notice when it was absent for a while.

Digging through your bag, you saw movement out of the corner of your eye, the fluid motion quick -so quick you'd hardly noticed it, really. He'd done it enough, you assumed.

Not the time, you chastised yourself, not letting your mind linger on that fact. Not now, you were professional.

"Okay," you pulled out some of the materials you may need, "Let's see what you've-"

Your eyes flew up to see his chest, which was bandaged, wrapped tightly around his sternum. They had gone over his right shoulder and under his left arm, the blood stain just a bit under his collar bone and down from there. It didn't seem too long, based solely on the pattern.

You were completely focused now, eyes drawn across the bandage and fingers dancing along the stain, "Did Hershel tell you how deep it was?"

"No," Rick answered, and it took you a bit out of you to hear him so close -drawl low and gravely, "-we didn't have much time. Needed to stop the blood, I'd guess."

Fingertips fluttering over the torn edges of the bandages, you could feel the heat of his skin a breath away. You pursed your lips, these bandages were quite worn, "And when was this?"

"About a week ago," Rick answered.

"Rick..."

"I know, I hear you," he started, explaining himself, "-it was the last run, ran over a bit. Had to camp out, remember?"

You hummed in confirmation -relaxing in the slightest, before continuing, "Did you have somebody check it then?"

"Couldn't chance it," he explained, tone soft and earnest, "-any fresh blood woulda been dangerous."

"Okay," you exhaled, "-okay. I understand, Rick, you shouldn't have to explain yourself to me."

Rick interrupted tone solid and unwavering, "I want to. You should- No, I want you to know."

"Okay," you whispered, softly, a bit speechless at the admitance, "-thank you."

There was a fizzling there, as you sat a breath away from him -fingers laid gently on his chest and barely a bandage between your fingertips and his skin. You could even feel the heat there, gentle gusts against your fingertips.

You took the biggest breath you could take without startling the man, deep and focused. Not the time to let your mind wonder.

"Okay, I just need-" you pulled back, the fizzle dissipating and began searching for one of your sharp edges... particularly one you could wipe down ahead of time, "-here it is."

Within seconds, you'd doused the instrument in whatever you could nearby, wiping it solidly with a cloth that has been safely sealed ahead of time.

"You're fast," Rick spoke up, eyes apparently watching you as your roamed around the room -gathering a few extra things in case of worst case scenario.

"You'll get used to it," you smiled, chuckling and making your way back to the chair -where he sat, his own little smile on his face, "-Alright, so, first order of business, Rick."

He blinked, and sat up a bit straighter in your gaze.

"If anything hurts, you tell me," you asserted, eyes connected to his directly, "-this will go as comfortably as it can."

"'Course," he answered, serious and eyes unwavering, before cracking a smile, "-plus, can't disobey doctor's orders, can I?"

You snorted, scooting in closer and trying to find a comfortable place to start, "Whatever you say, Grimes."

He laughed, small but still felt nice against your ears and on instinct, you smiled brightly. He was contagious. To you, anyway.

With a steady hand on the tool and the other gently holding his shoulder, you gently pressed it along the bandage. The threads unweaving themselves with the movement, almost like a seam breaking, it seemed quite fluid.

Gently peeling back the bandages, which were solidly tightened around his skin, your fingers drifted across the newly exposed skin. Even for just a second and your heart would jump out of your chest. You held the hitch in your breath without thought -you really needed to be focused right now.

And there it was.

The cut wasn't too much to look at. It was thin -the edges were a bit dirty from the worn bandage you assumed. No telltale symptoms of infection, you let out a hum of relief.

"Good," you spoke, mostly to yourself, leaning back from his space -sorting through your supplies.

Rick spoke, questioning, "Everything alright?"

"All good," you answered, hands preoccupied, "-just needs a bit of cleaning up. You're lucky, though. It's healing on its own."

"Lucky?" he hummed, watching you move across the space -eyes trailing behind you.

"Would've needed stitches, otherwise," you answered, dousing the cloth in your hands, "-although, I'm sure a scar would fit you well, cowboy."

Rick chuckled, motioning towards his other shoulder, "Already got one."

You paused, looking towards the shoulder; there it was. The wound you knew him from. It reminded you of so long ago, your coworkers, your friends, your boss-

"Right," you hummed, settling down back into your chair, "-I remember."

He shook his head, a little in disbelief, "Right, you were there."

"I was," with a distant hum, you pushed forward -warning before you started, "This might sting a bit. Feel free to keep talking if it helps. I'm told I'm a good listener."

"Oh, really?" his tone quirked in interest, and you could feel the familiar playfulness seep into his tone.

"What? You don't think so?" you questioned, gently dabbing at the cut -soft and gentle.

"No," he began, voice smooth and gravelly, "-just wonderin' what you aren't good at."

"Well, I could tell you that, cowboy," you smirked -the peek of a smile on your lips, "-if that's what you want."

He chuckled, slightly wincing as you cleaned the skin around the cut, "I'm all ears."

"Hmm, let's see," you hummed, pulling back and unraveling some bandages, "-I've never been good at juggling."

Rick laughed, his body leaning forward, his shoulder bumping into yours. There was a buzz there, between your skin and his - and your nose filled with the familiar smell of just... musk, strong wood tones, and a bit of dirt.

You blinked, bringing yourself back down from your head, where Rick was looking at you with a smile -the crinkling by his eyes sending warmth through your skin, "What?"

"Juggling?" He questioned, "That's all you got?"

"No," you laughed, pulling out the bandage and holding your hand in the beginning place of the wrap, "-you didn't let me finish."

"Go right ahead," he spoke, his tone lilting to a tease -you knew it well.

"Don't try me, Grimes," you tsked, before rearranging your hands, to hold the bandage in place, "-here, hold this."

Unflinchingly, he moved his hand where yours was -his fingertips (calloused) brushing against yours with a spark. You try to school your facial expression, cursing at the rising pink on your cheeks. Just because he was pretty and the low drawl of his voice was insanely attractive-

"Okay," you threaded the bandage around his shoulder, leveling to his eyes but not looking there -preoccupied with the placement, "-now. Something I'm not good at... You know, I used to think I wasn't good with kids."

"Really?" Rick asked, disbelieving, and you could feel his breath on your face -puffs of breath across the bridge of your nose.

"Yeah," you answered, humming as your hands completed the motion, "-why? You don't believe it?"

"I don't," He answered, simply and honestly, "-just... You with Judith and Carl... I'm surprised you ever thought you were bad at it."

"Well," you hummed, feeling oddly flattered, "-thank you."

"No, actually-" he began, tone a bit unresolved, "-I never... I never thanked you for taking care 'em. When I was..."

"Rick..." you interrupted, looking into his eyes -attentive and gentle, "-you don't have to."

"No, no, I do," his voice was thick with earnestness, "-I wasn't. I couldn't even think straight... And you- And everybody took care of 'em for me. You deserve a thanks."

You faltered, blue eyes so open and honest -it was so familiar, the same stare burned in your head so long ago. The one you couldn't shake as you watched over him when the world was falling apart, still stuck to your brain as you ran through the woods scared of every step you heard.

It would never leave, not now.

There was a cut along his cheekbone, thin, maybe from a tree branch snapping in his face. Your hand almost naturally went to it, to trace it with your fingertips. You held it back, fingers tightening on the bandage slightly.

"Rick," you hummed, holding your hand where it was -despite your instincts being elsewhere, "-it's really nothing. I'd do anything for them. For you, even. You needed your time, I'm not- You're a great father, you just couldn't be one then. So I helped, really."

He stared at you, eyes bright and warm -he looked like he was just analyzing you. Eyes skimming across your face in rapid succession, like he was trying to understand you, dissect you.

"Okay," he sighed, a hand laying on top of yours -soft, gentle, it sent a shiver down your spine, "-okay."

You exhaled, shaky and your head filled with a fuzz of intimacy, affection, that you hadn't felt in so... long. You felt safe, here with him. Seen amidst the darkest things you'd ever laid eyed on was Rick, and his open vulnerability that you could never shake.

Slow breathing, you had a thought. Just one thought and your eyes almost dipped to his lips. It felt so natural then, just lean a bit forward and-

Clearing your throat, you shook your head before scooting back just a touch -you couldn't think, not with him so close. The buzz under your skin was so strong, and you sat a breath away, it was easy to fall into it.

"Let's uh-" you stammered slightly, "Let's get you patched up, okay?"

Rick swallowed (you watched his Adam's apple bob for a second before dragging your eyes away), eyes darted to yours for a split second, and he nodded.

Without much more thought, you tightened the bandage around his chest -enough to allow it to heal without exposure. As the bandage ran thin, you carefully lifted his hand, which was heavily calloused from the days work against your own, and sorted out the ends.

Just like you'd done it often, rhythmically.

"Keep an eye on that," you spoke, pulling back and sorting through your supplies, "-if anything, and I mean anything feels wrong, come to me."

Rick hummed, eyes hazily focused on you -it kind of made you giddy, "'Course."

"You sure you listening?" You asked, smirking to yourself, "Everything alright?"

"Just... you too," he spoke, tone cautious and honest.

"What?" You tilted your head, turning around to view him in your curious.

"The headache," he hummed, not standing up yet -as he slipped on his flannel, hands working on the buttons.

"How-" you began, pursing your lips, "How did you-"

"Saw ya on the way in, with the temples," he added, fingers working their way up the shirt, nimble and practiced, "-high time you took a break, you know."

"I have," you spoke, stuttering a bit, "-I am."

Rick smirked, bright and boisterous, "Is that when you're lookin' at me shirtless?"

"Yeah, yeah," you hushed him, waving him off with a passive smile and a blush buzzing up your cheeks, "-get your laughs out now, cowboy."

He laughed, trailing towards the door but not stepping out of it -feet stayed solidly in your space, like he didn't really want to leave. It made you bite back a smile.

"But, seriously-" Rick continued, smile fading slightly and eyes leveling to yours as he put his hand on your shoulder, and leaned forward to brush his lips across your forehead -his words exhaling along your skin.

"There's people who care about you, ya know?"

"Okay," you whispered, placing your hand over his on your shoulder, "-okay."

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storiesofsvu2-0 · 11 months

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Love Comes Quietly Ch 3

Future Alex Blake x reader warnings: language, some alcohol, thats about it. Eta: don’t come for me if the statements about DC aren’t accurate, i did my best to research, i’m just relaying what google said lol

Returning to DC was exactly like slipping back into the same old routine. Alex immediately tossed laundry in, then tackled the fridge, letting out a sigh as she tossed out far too much fresh produce. After transferring the laundry over to the dryer, she headed out to get groceries, it looked like they’d actually get to stick around homebase for a while so she would at least have time to prep stuff to toss in the freezer. She enjoyed her little reset nights as she called them, leaving a window open while she cooked to let the fresh air in, piling away Tupperware containers into the fridge and freezer before putting fresh sheets on the bed. By the time she was settling into the couch with a glass of wine and a book she felt accomplished, leaving her in a positive mindset for returning to the office the next morning.

Everyone was more than a little thankful for the fact that it was a paperwork day, finally having the chance to catch up on things that had started piling up. Emily ended up spending most of her day holed away in her office, sorting through resumes, reading recommendations and conducting phone interviews that she knew were basically pointless, but she had to at least look at all the contenders. She was so focussed on speeding through all of it that she didn’t catch the time, realizing she was about to be very late for a budget meeting, scooping up the appropriate files and her phone her office door finally opened. She was unsurprised to find everyone, Garcia included in the bullpen, and while it was still a professional level of quiet, it was very clearly a casual day.

“Hey Reid!” She called out as she made her way across the room and the man looked up, “I need you to clear those books out of that spare desk you’ve been using as a library by the end of the day.”

“But…where will I?” He started and she chuckled.

“There’s an empty shelf in JJ’s old office.”

“Does this mean we’re finally getting a new agent?” Garcia asked with an excited grin.

Alex had already put it together, her eyes glancing toward her phone and she couldn’t help but reach out to tap the screen, frowning when there was no notification from you. Emily caught the movement, especially when Alex looked up to her with a curious expression and she let out a small laugh.

“I just sent the email and she’s out on a case right now. Besides, I’m not even sure if she’s actually going to take the job.”

Without another word she slipped through the door, effectively leaving the team to excitedly gossip over the new team member. Emily’s wording, and direction directly to Alex had them all assuming the same thing, this mystery girl from Boston who happened to be in New York last week was going to be their newest profiler.

A few hours later, and a few hours up the coast; you were letting out a huff of a tired sigh, tucking into a stool at the kitchen island. Your laptop was open in front of you, phone on the island beside a notebook where you’d been scribbling out multiple ‘to-do’ lists to organize everything you had to get done and it seemed like the list was just getting longer and longer as the day went on. You’d just unwrapped your take out dinner when your phone began to buzz on the counter top. You let out a small whine, dropping your food back to the counter, praying it wasn’t work but Alex’s name flashed across your screen and a smile broke out on your lips.

“Hey.” You answered, popping the phone onto speaker mode.

“I believe congratulations are in order.” Her voice came through the phone and you could practically see her grin, letting out a small laugh.

“I guess they would be.”

“Drinks on me when you get out here?”

“Now that sounds like a plan I can get behind.” Standing from the stool you crossed the kitchen to the fridge, pulling out a bottle of wine. When you opened it the cork pop echoed through the room,

“I’m not interrupting, am I?” Alex asked and you laughed, pouring the wine into a fresh glass.

“No.” You settled back in your spot, “you just mentioned drinks and it made me realize I think I deserve a celebratory one.”

“Well cheers to you then.” Despite not being able to see it, Alex still raised her own glass before taking a sip, listening to you do the same.

“Mmmm. God, yeah, needed that.”

“Long case?”

“Nah. We wrapped this morning; my paperwork was done before lunch. Once I got Emily’s email I put in the transfer papers with the brass and took the rest of the day off.”

“Big celebration plans?” She asked with a tease and you laughed again.

“More like I have an entire apartment to clean out and pack up in god knows how short of time. I’ve already made three trips to donation and one to the dump, got as much as I can listed to sell.”

“Do you have to worry about breaking a lease?”

“No. Thankfully I own, so I can leave all that to my realtor and not have to worry.”

“That’s good!”

“Yeah.” You smiled, “hey… the weather’s not that different down there, right? Or am I gonna need a completely new wardrobe?”

“It’s relatively the same.” She laughed back, “but make sure you have at least a couple of things for extreme weather, you never know where a case will take us.”

“Right, right.” You muttered, picking up your pen to scribble down a couple of things on the notepad, “Prentiss said the usual business casual…”

“Yeah, no one’s really particular about it. As long as you look put together she’s not nitpicky about things.”

“Go bag’s like, a small duffle, what’d you use for daily?”

“Same over the shoulder I use when I teach. But if you’re a pockets and hands girl I’m sure you’ll be fine.” She teased and you laughed, playfully rolling your eyes before you paused to finally take a bite of dinner.

“Mm. Sorry.” You mumbled over the bite of food as you chewed and it was her turn to chuckle.

“So I did catch you at an awkward time.”

“It’s fine.” You waved her off, wiping at your mouth with a napkin, “like hell I was cooking today, it’s just take out.”

“What’ve you got? It’s chicken stir fry over here.”

“I stopped at Little Whale for a lobster roll, figured I should get as ‘em while I can.”

“Oh James was talking about that place, said it’s one of the best in town.”

“And it shall be missed.” You sighed before taking another bite, “okay…. Top places in Washington, romanticize me.”

Alex let out a laugh, the smile reaching her eyes as she sipped at her wine, thinking about the best places she’d been over the years living there.

“You know, I’ve become pretty fond of Founding Farmers, it’s all house made from scratch, absolutely delicious, including cocktails. But if you’re looking for something like Little Whale, a place like Plume, Monocle might be better compared.”

“Eh,” you shrugged, “I’m not really into the crazy fancy places, it’s just the freshest lobster in town.”

“Fair.” She laughed, taking another bite of her dinner.

“Best breakfast?”

“Oh Cracked Eggery, hands down.” She quickly swallowed her food, “it’s mainly sandwiches, but they’ve got these garlic parm truffle tots and they are the best fucking thing I’ve ever had.”

“Please tell me that’s on the morning commute.”

“From me? Yes.” She laughed.

“Wait…” you stalled, wine halfway to your mouth, “I think we need to backpedal a bit. You’re in Washington, yes?”

“Yes.”

“Okay.” You finally took a swig, “cause I won’t lie, I’ve only been to Quantico once and that was for my training fucking decades ago. It always confused me that everyone always says DC, but Quantico is in Virginia… like, I may be a federal agent but I somehow didn’t realize that DC wasn’t like, a full sized state.” You felt yourself cringe at the admission but Alex let out a playful laugh,

“It’s confusing, especially if you’re not from around the area or spend a lot of time here.”

“So like, should I be looking into information about DC, or should I be looking at settling in Virginia? Cause Maryland would be too far North and a bitch of a commute, right?”

“I mean, it’s all up to you when it comes down to it. Most of us are in DC, but like you said, a commute from Virginia might be easier on you. Traffic can be a bit of a bitch.”

“Okay, hold on.” You toggled on the track pad of your laptop to wake it up, “let me pull up a couple of places I’ve been looking at. How bad’s the drive from DC?”

“Nothing terrible.” She shrugged, moving from the table to scrape her plate into the garbage and put it into the dishwasher, “make sure you have an EZ pass if you plan on driving. I usually keep occupied with audio books, or just leave earlier to beat the rush. Public transportation is pretty decent, but again, crowded.”

“And inconvenient considering the hours we end up working.”

“Exactly.” She smiled softly, refilling her wine glass.

“Okay, bare with me as I sort though all this, I swear I have every possible window open on my laptop.”

“Okay.” She chuckled, picking up her glass and moving into the living room to settle onto the couch.

“Found a couple good places in Columbia Heights?”

“No.” Alex immediately shook her head, “heavy gang presence. Relatively safe during the day if you use your head but I’d be worried coming home late.”

“I knew it seemed too good to be true.” You huffed, un-favouriting the postings until you came across another one, your lips pursing. “Chevy Chase?” You raised an eyebrow before you scrolled down the page and let out a small laugh, “well, considering my salary that’s out.” You repeated the process, “okay, not as nice as the last but this one’s in Brentwood.”

“Absolutely not. Now you’re going in the wrong direction.” Alex said with a laugh and you huffed, rolling your eyes.

“You’re so much more direct than google ever would have been, bless you.”

“I told you I was more than happy to help, didn’t I?”

“Georgetown? That’s where you regularly teach, right?”

“Whenever I can.” She replied, “it’s one of the nicest areas in Washington, probably run into a lot of the younger demographic thanks to the school, it can be relatively pricey though. Their French Market on the weekends is not to miss though.”

“Noted.” You scribbled that down onto the pad of paper, clicking through the listing before double saving it with a star for later. “Okay last one I’ve got in Washington is in Petworth.”

“Ehh…” Alex grimaced, “high homeless population, which isn’t that much of an issue, but again, not very safe at night.”

“Ugh. Okay.” You let out a sigh, pausing to take the final bite of your sandwich, “I’ve got a couple of places in Alexandria to look at, I’ll check with my realtor and see if she can set me up with someone down there to get a better vantage point.” You minimized the page containing all the listings to reveal the Airbnb site and you let out another groan, “fuck, now I’m gonna have to go through all the Airbnb’s I bookmarked too…” Withholding a whine you took another sip of your drink, “why is this such a pain in the ass?”

“Better question is why are you looking at Airbnb’s? That’s gonna jack up you spending in a heartbeat, it’s not cheaper than renting!”

“Yeah but after comparing it to hotel costs in DC I think I’d rather have an actual kitchen and the mental security of knowing I’m the only person with a key if we’re away on a case, no numerous housekeeping and hotel staff in and out constantly.”

“Okay you’ve lost me now.” She admitted with a chuckle, “why hotels?”

“I’m not about to buy a place without seeing it in person first.” You laughed, “no matter how incredible a realtor is. And Emily warned that I might get less than a day in the city before we’re off on a case, it might take me a while to actually find a place I’m willing to call home.”

“While I understand that, it’s still completely ridiculous to waste your money like that.”

“It’s either that or flying back and fourth multiple times over the next couple of weeks and guess which is cheaper?” You sighed and Alex let out a huff, tugging her lip into her mouth, “so unless you’ve got another solution in that big brain of yours, Professor Blake…”

She paused for a moment, her eyes drifting across to the arm chair the James would frequent after dinner, now left empty every evening before they shifted in the direction of the kitchen where her single plate was stashed in the dishwasher, where she consistently was making a meal for one.

“Actually…. I do…” She couldn’t help but smile as the idea started to spring to life in her brain.

“Oh?” You asked, pausing in your scrolling through the Airbnb site.

“Come stay with me.”

“Are you serious?” You asked, suddenly sitting upright and she chuckled.

“Yes. I’m in DC, it’s a nice house in a good neighborhood, decent commute. I’ve got a guest room, there’s a home office and another extra room you could toss a desk in or do whatever you’d like with. James used it as an office but he took most of the furniture when he moved. It’s been sitting empty since.”

“Alex… I really don’t want to intrude….”

“You wouldn’t be.” She took a sip of her drink, “I’ve discovered I’m not too fond of an empty house. Despite the fact that James was gone a lot for work there was still a feeling of him here, now it’s just kinda lonely. I could use the company.” She laughed.

“You sure you wouldn’t get sick of me if we’re working together too? I mean that might be a lot…”

“It’ll make my commute to Quantico far less boring.” She teased and you let out a huff of a laugh, “there’s a backyard pool and hot tub…”

“Oh now you’re just tempting me.”

“You need a place to stay, and I have space just sitting here unused. I enjoy your company, it’s the least I could do.”

“Okay.” You smiled in the direction of your phone, finally closing your laptop, “but only until I find an actual place, promise I’ll be on my best behaviour and you feel free to kick me out whenever you’re sick of me.”

“I doubt that will happen.” She smirked and you rolled your eyes before your head turned to the beeping coming down the hall.

“Ah, fuck. I’ve gotta swap my laundry over.”

“Go.” She waved you off, “it’s getting late anyways. I’ll send you the address and some pictures in the morning, let you know what you’re getting into.”

“If it’s good enough for you, I’m sure it’s perfect.”

“Night y/n.”

“G’night Alex.”

With a soft smile on your cheeks you hit the hang up button on your phone before pocketing it and wandering down the hall to deal with the laundry. You let out a content sigh as you moved back into the main room, scooping up your wine and dropping onto the couch with considerably less stress tensing up your body. The move itself was already intimidating, but you weren’t about to let that stop you, you always powered through. Now, you had someone already willing and prepared to help you through things and figure out the details before the brass had even sent through your papers. Perhaps your move to Washington was not only going to go smoother than expected but was exactly what the universe had in store for you.

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storiesofsvu · 11 months

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Love Comes Quietly Ch 3

“But…where will I?” He started and she chuckled.

“There’s an empty shelf in JJ’s old office.”

“Does this mean we’re finally getting a new agent?” Garcia asked with an excited grin.

“I just sent the email and she’s out on a case right now. Besides, I’m not even sure if she’s actually going to take the job.”

“Hey.” You answered, popping the phone onto speaker mode.

“I believe congratulations are in order.” Her voice came through the phone and you could practically see her grin, letting out a small laugh.

“I guess they would be.”

“Drinks on me when you get out here?”

“I’m not interrupting, am I?” Alex asked and you laughed, pouring the wine into a fresh glass.

“No.” You settled back in your spot, “you just mentioned drinks and it made me realize I think I deserve a celebratory one.”

“Well cheers to you then.” Despite not being able to see it, Alex still raised her own glass before taking a sip, listening to you do the same.

“Mmmm. God, yeah, needed that.”

“Long case?”

“Nah. We wrapped this morning; my paperwork was done before lunch. Once I got Emily’s email I put in the transfer papers with the brass and took the rest of the day off.”

“Big celebration plans?” She asked with a tease and you laughed again.

“Do you have to worry about breaking a lease?”

“No. Thankfully I own, so I can leave all that to my realtor and not have to worry.”

“That’s good!”

“Yeah.” You smiled, “hey… the weather’s not that different down there, right? Or am I gonna need a completely new wardrobe?”

“It’s relatively the same.” She laughed back, “but make sure you have at least a couple of things for extreme weather, you never know where a case will take us.”

“Right, right.” You muttered, picking up your pen to scribble down a couple of things on the notepad, “Prentiss said the usual business casual…”

“Yeah, no one’s really particular about it. As long as you look put together she’s not nitpicky about things.”

“Go bag’s like, a small duffle, what’d you use for daily?”

“Mm. Sorry.” You mumbled over the bite of food as you chewed and it was her turn to chuckle.

“So I did catch you at an awkward time.”

“It’s fine.” You waved her off, wiping at your mouth with a napkin, “like hell I was cooking today, it’s just take out.”

“What’ve you got? It’s chicken stir fry over here.”

“I stopped at Little Whale for a lobster roll, figured I should get as ‘em while I can.”

“Oh James was talking about that place, said it’s one of the best in town.”

“And it shall be missed.” You sighed before taking another bite, “okay…. Top places in Washington, romanticize me.”

Alex let out a laugh, the smile reaching her eyes as she sipped at her wine, thinking about the best places she’d been over the years living there.

“Eh,” you shrugged, “I’m not really into the crazy fancy places, it’s just the freshest lobster in town.”

“Fair.” She laughed, taking another bite of her dinner.

“Best breakfast?”

“Please tell me that’s on the morning commute.”

“From me? Yes.” She laughed.

“Wait…” you stalled, wine halfway to your mouth, “I think we need to backpedal a bit. You’re in Washington, yes?”

“Yes.”

“It’s confusing, especially if you’re not from around the area or spend a lot of time here.”

“So like, should I be looking into information about DC, or should I be looking at settling in Virginia? Cause Maryland would be too far North and a bitch of a commute, right?”

“I mean, it’s all up to you when it comes down to it. Most of us are in DC, but like you said, a commute from Virginia might be easier on you. Traffic can be a bit of a bitch.”

“Okay, hold on.” You toggled on the track pad of your laptop to wake it up, “let me pull up a couple of places I’ve been looking at. How bad’s the drive from DC?”

“And inconvenient considering the hours we end up working.”

“Exactly.” She smiled softly, refilling her wine glass.

“Okay, bare with me as I sort though all this, I swear I have every possible window open on my laptop.”

“Okay.” She chuckled, picking up her glass and moving into the living room to settle onto the couch.

“Found a couple good places in Columbia Heights?”

“No.” Alex immediately shook her head, “heavy gang presence. Relatively safe during the day if you use your head but I’d be worried coming home late.”

“Absolutely not. Now you’re going in the wrong direction.” Alex said with a laugh and you huffed, rolling your eyes.

“You’re so much more direct than google ever would have been, bless you.”

“I told you I was more than happy to help, didn’t I?”

“Georgetown? That’s where you regularly teach, right?”

“Noted.” You scribbled that down onto the pad of paper, clicking through the listing before double saving it with a star for later. “Okay last one I’ve got in Washington is in Petworth.”

“Ehh…” Alex grimaced, “high homeless population, which isn’t that much of an issue, but again, not very safe at night.”

“Better question is why are you looking at Airbnb’s? That’s gonna jack up you spending in a heartbeat, it’s not cheaper than renting!”

“Okay you’ve lost me now.” She admitted with a chuckle, “why hotels?”

“While I understand that, it’s still completely ridiculous to waste your money like that.”

“Actually…. I do…” She couldn’t help but smile as the idea started to spring to life in her brain.

“Oh?” You asked, pausing in your scrolling through the Airbnb site.

“Come stay with me.”

“Are you serious?” You asked, suddenly sitting upright and she chuckled.

“Alex… I really don’t want to intrude….”

“You sure you wouldn’t get sick of me if we’re working together too? I mean that might be a lot…”

“It’ll make my commute to Quantico far less boring.” She teased and you let out a huff of a laugh, “there’s a backyard pool and hot tub…”

“Oh now you’re just tempting me.”

“You need a place to stay, and I have space just sitting here unused. I enjoy your company, it’s the least I could do.”

“I doubt that will happen.” She smirked and you rolled your eyes before your head turned to the beeping coming down the hall.

“Ah, fuck. I’ve gotta swap my laundry over.”

“Go.” She waved you off, “it’s getting late anyways. I’ll send you the address and some pictures in the morning, let you know what you’re getting into.”

“If it’s good enough for you, I’m sure it’s perfect.”

“Night y/n.”

“G’night Alex.”

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xomakara · 7 months

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Miracle Worker

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A/N - I have no idea why the word count for these chapters of this series, is so short. Like it makes no sense to me. Oh well lol

Chapter 001

“Oh, come on.” You rolled your eyes, hands gripping the steering wheel. You'd been stuck in traffic for about an hour and barely budged from your spot. What the hell is going on to cause this traffic? You pushed a few buttons on the dashboard of the car, ringing echoing all around you.

“Hey Boss.” The voice of your male assistant said enthusiastically on the other line. “Are you here yet?”

“Jisung-ah, I’m stuck in traffic. I have no idea what time I’ll get into the office.” You muttered, letting out a small groan. “This is complete torture.”

“Oh, that’s not good. Did you want me to push your schedule back for tomorrow?” Jisung asked.

“Yes, please.” You said as you stepped on the gas pedal lightly and then on the brakes to stop. “I have that Management meeting soon, right? Keep that opened and reschedule everything else. Let the others know that I'll be a tad bit late.”

“No problem.” Jisung said as you heard him scribble something on a pad of paper. “Oh! Did you want me to reschedule your lunch with your father as well?”

“If you can Jisung.” Lunch with dad...You felt bad since you barely had time to spend with your father due to taking over his position since he retired. “Actually... can you make dinner reservations for us over at Heaven’s Highway? Include both Johnny and Taeil as well.”

“Ouuu. The fancy restaurant. I’ll be sure to let him know about the change of plans.” Jisung said. You heard him shuffling around in the background, most likely heading over to his desk. “I hope you get here soon. Johnny-hyung and a few of the others just stepped into your office for the meeting.”

“Yeah, yeah. Thanks for reminding me, Jisung. I’m hoping the traffic goes by faster.” You muttered as you slowly moved in traffic. “I’ll see you when I get there.”

“Yep. See you soon.” Jisung said before he hung up. You focused on the road and before you knew it, traffic started to move along.

You continued to drive along the main streets of Seoul until you pulled into your personal parking space at the company’s garage that was only a few feet from the main building. You got up out of the car, locked it and walked out of the garage to look at the towering building in front of you.

Hope Media.

Your baby. Your child.

For the longest time, you poured out all your time and feelings into the company. You were an only child in your family so when your father retired, you took over the position of CEO of Hope Media at the age of twenty. The company flourished under the ten years you took control. It was now one of the leading companies that produced movies, TV dramas, commercials and music videos. You noticed the poster of Dream, Hope Media’s highly acclaimed actress who was currently promoting a new sageuk drama. You remembered that Dream started her career into acting the year that you took over the company. She was perhaps one of the factors of Hope Media becoming as successful as it is.

Walking into the main entrance of the building, several employees called out their greetings. You gave them several nods and continued towards the elevator where one of your best friends stood, checking his watch and lightly tapping his feet.

“Good morning Taeil.” You said as you stood by the younger man.

“Don’t you mean ‘good afternoon’?” He looked up and lightly huffed at you. He gave you an amused grin a few seconds later as he pushed the up button to the elevator. “Geezes Y/N, it’s past lunchtime and you’re just now coming into the office? Did you forget about the meeting?”

“No, I didn't forget. Traffic was a bitch.” You sighed and ran a hand through your hair and entered the elevator as the doors opened. Pressing the button to the top floor, you leaned back against the wall. “I swear there’s like construction on every corner in Seoul.”

“There’s construction everywhere.” Moon Taeil muttered as he watched you. He crossed his arms and leaned against the elevator wall, watching the floor numbers flash before his eyes. “Jisung told me that you invited Johnny and I to have dinner with your dad?”

“Yeah, since I obviously missed lunch with him.” You frowned, and plucked at your sleeve. “Plus, Dad has been saying that he wants to see you and Johnny since you guys stopped visiting him.”

“I haven’t stopped visiting him,” Taeil chuckled as the elevator stopped. “You’re just keeping us busy and I have to pick up your slack when you're out of the office.”

“Oh hush,” You lightly slapped his shoulder as you walked out of the elevator and into the lobby of your upscale office. Park Jisung, a young man of about twenty, rose to his feet when he saw you and gave you a small frown. You gestured to your office. “Are they still waiting for me?”

“Yep. It's only been ten minutes.” Jisung said as he handed you several portfolios. Even though he was young and your assistant, he was very casual in talking to you. You didn't mind if the employees talked casually with you. You knew you could count on the people to have your back and get their jobs done. “Need me to bring anything for you guys?”

“Nah, it’s fine but thanks Jisung-ah.” You gave him a small smile. “You're the best assistant ever.”

“I hope so. With the trouble you caused last time when you ran late for Ms. Dream’s conference, I had to work twice as hard with Johnny-hyung to make sure it went well.” Jisung huffed. You chuckled and patted him on the shoulder. He was one of the youngest in the company but he showed incredible amounts of potential.

“Did I ever tell you that I hate meetings?” You turned to Taeil and asked him, contemplating if you wanted to open the office door.

He chuckled. “All the time. Let’s just get this over with then, shall we?”

You stepped into your office, Taeil following after. This was going to be a long meeting.

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#why are my chapters short?#nct johnny #nct fanfic #nct jaehyun #nct smut #nct imagines #nct u #NCT 127 #NCT #jung jaehyun #johnny suh #jaehyun smut #johnny seo #johnny smut #OFFICE AU #pregnancy #miracles

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piggybankstomfoolery · 1 year

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It just occurred to me today that I had more fun yesterday playing The Murder of Sonic the Hedgehog than I did playing Sonic Frontiers.

No joke: this game was just about everything I've wanted to see from Sonic for years. I didn't even watch the trailer for the game before playing: I saw the title and immediately went to the Steam page to download it, and in less than 30 seconds I was playing the game. I can't remember the last time a game hooked me that fast, let alone a Sonic game.

The Sonic IP is jam-packed with fantastic characters, and to see them finally tell a story in a game which puts a lot of them front-and-center and lets them just bounce off each other in a setup that doesn't spend its entire run with the usual looming threat of Eggman taking over the world and Sonic needing to fight the monster of the week and collecting the emeralds and going super and rinse and repeat is just...

man, this was so nice. You don't even spend most of this game with Sonic, you instead spend most of it with Tails! Tails!!!!!!!!!! I think if 10 year old me saw this game when he was a big Tails fan, he would have loved this game to pieces.

I feel relieved to see Sega of America and other branches of the IP filling with more people who do seem to care about trying to make Sonic a name equivalent with quality and fun again. This also felt like a much smarter game for marketing to produce than Big's Big Adventure 3, with a more focused scope and less of a desire to lean on one joke for the whole game. it felt like a lot of good lessons were learned.

Also, I've drawn a lot of silly light-hearted things with Sonic over the years where I've tried to capture a child-like quality to him and his world, but @thefantastician has always done a way better job on that front than I have. his work is incredible and a hoot and I love it, and you probably do too if you've played this game and loved his writing. It's all seriously wonderful stuff, and I'm glad to see him becoming more able to bring his imaginative whimsy to the world of Sonic.

Anyway, just wanted to scribble my thoughts down somewhere as I usually don't get to tell people what I think about games I play, lol. This wasn't a big ol' multi-million dollar extravaganza, but for what it's worth coming from me, I would still happily pay money to play smaller, lower-budget Sonic games like this one. They've definitely sold me on this concept. fingers crossed we can maybe get some more like it! 💖

#sonic the hedgehog

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ticklish-n-stuff · 2 years

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Burried

You guys, I just had the sudden realization that I haven't written a single summery fic. I'm about to change that rn. Y'know what they say better late than never lol. The inspo just hit me out of nowhere, like always akdhajdhjshd

Hope y'all enjoy~

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Rui x Tsukasa (romantic fufufu :3)

Lee: Tsukasa

Ler: Rui

Warnings: Tickles! Foot tickles!

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It was a hot summer day. Tsukasa and Rui decided to meet up at the beach to indulge in fun summery activities. During so, Rui got the fun and mischevious idea to bury Tsukasa under the sand. And for some reason the blonde went along with it, he really should know better by now. The only thing that stuck out was his head and bare feet.

"Can you move at all?" asked Rui as he examined his partner with a smirk.

"Let me try..." Tsukasa squirmed and tried his hardest to move but he was positively stuck. "Nope".

"Good~" said the purple guy with a mischevious grin on his face as he sat in front of his partner's feet.

"Rui, w-what are you doing??".

"Oh just having a bit of fun" he replied as he playfully swiped a finger down Tsukasa's sole.

"GYAH-! R-Rui dohohon't!" the blonde instantly shrieked at the tickly touch. Good thing there weren't many people nearby or they would've caused quite the scene.

Rui only looked at him with a sinister smirk as he wiggled his fingers all over his boyfriend's soles. "Coochi coochi coo~"

"NAHAHAHA! RUI STAHAHAP IT!" Tsukasa threw his head back as he wiggled his feet around with what little room he had to work with. His face instantly flushed at the teasy and embarrassing situation he found himself in.

Rui smiled in amusement as he scribbled away from his boyfriend's heels all the way up to his toes. Enjoying all the funny and cute sounds the blonde produced at each tickly touch.

"EHEHEEK! NAHAT THEHEHERE!" Tsukasa let out an embarrassing squeal, he really wished he could cover up his flushed face.

Rui noticed that he had reached a sweet spot. "Aww why not? Does someone have ticklish tootsies~?" he teased as he playfully dug under his partners toes.

"RUI PLEHEHEASE! AHAHAHAHAHAHA!" at this point, Tsukasa had his eyes squeezed shut. With tears prickling from the corners. His nose was scrunched up, his face was read from his ears all the way down his neck. And who could forget that golden smile? Still, not wanting to take it too far, Rui slowed down his fingers. Opting to gently stroke his fingertips up and down the sensitive soles. Honestly, he was caught a bit off guard with the soft giggles his partner produced at the soft, tickly touch. A soft blush of his own started to form as he admired the sweet chuckles from his boyfriend.

"Ehehehehe! Rui it still tihihickles!!" squeaked out the blonde as he kept giggling like a madlad.

"Hehe I know~" Rui gave his foot a quick tickle before finally stopping, earning another shriek from Tsukasa. He then got him out from under the sand, opting to cradle him on his lap as Tsukasa recovered from the tickle attack.

The blonde lightly panted as residual giggles escaped his lips. "Thahat was mehehean!" he complained as he playfully smacked Rui in the chest.

"And yet you still went along with it~".

Tsukasa crossed his arms and playfully pouted at Rui's comment. Rui giggled and gave him a soft kiss on the forehead, making Tsukasa all bashful once again. A silly, dorky smile adorning his face. Rui couldn't help but smile back at him. I think they would both agree that this turned out to be a very fun beach date.

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I feel very good about this fic, I think it's very cute~!

Being buried under the sand is probably one of my fave tk tropes so this was very fun to write!

#project sekai #tickle #colorful stage #colorful stage tickle #project sekai tickle #tickle fic #fic #colorful stage tickle fic #project sekai tickle fic #tsukasa tenma #rui kamishiro #lee!tsukasa #ler!rui #ruikasa #ruikasa brainrot

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wackysach · 1 year

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What do you think of this theory I have?

Becky and Joe are the ones who are on the highest floor of the house.

If Yellow-Guy/Manny/Doi dared to go up there.

What you would see is a door that leads to a writer's room with Becky and Joe brainstorming for the possibilities of season/series 2 if not trying to convince the people funding the show to fund a season/series.

i honestly think the same ! (or at least something similar)

it would make a lot of sense to have the writers/producers or even the fans of the show being the top level of the house, seeing as the higher the level, the higher the consciousness of each character/person seems. i think the highest level might be something akin to what we saw in the end of episode 4 when red guy followed the plug and opened to door to what was essentially the reality of his entire existence.

then right after witnessing this, we see my guy’s brain meat (or in this case, brain confetti) get splattered all over the wall as he gets mind blown (literally lol) over this realization. i don’t think it’d be too far fetched to theorize that this symbolizes red wasn’t ready to see this...

yet.

switch back over to the TV show for a second and we can see the exact same scenario happen in episode 6, but with yellow guy instead of red guy:

real life people manipulating – or better yet: controlling – the puppets. (DAMN. typing this out now i just realized in the screenshot above, the words “CLAYHILL” are scribbled out on the blackboard. ouch beck, you ain’t gotta rub it in twice in one show... 😔 was the GPS not enough ?)

even though he’s a little off-put by this, yellow guy’s still able to digest the reality of this without his head exploding or whatever other gruesome tragedy would’ve happened to him. maybe the only reason what happened to red guy didn’t happen to him is because his batteries getting changed is what allowed him to have this sort of “higher leveled consciousness.” because if that’s the case, then maybe there is something specifically wrong with red that can be fixed in a similar way to yellow’s battery situation, but we just don’t know it yet.

lastly, we get lesley’s room and we see her controlling everything else with her dollhouse and miniature copies of duck guy. (we also get hints from her bringing the car ride back to the house and her voice calling to YG in episode 5). it’d be easy to assume she’s the ring leader of everything until you realize there were other stairs that led even higher up. and what’s higher than the characters ? the creators of course !

i like the idea of some sort of artistic hierarchy going on between a writer and their characters. it’s interesting ! maybe in the way artists make sonas to fit into their favorite kinds of media, lesley is the sona for the writers but in the DHMIS world ? dunno, it sounds silly, but i think it’s really cool to think about. especially when DHMIS is so centered around writing and creating and having interpretations.

hehe, anyway i really like your theory dude ! sorry this was so long. i’m not usually the type of person to theorize a lot or bring any new light to anything that hasn’t been said before but it feels nice to at least talk about this show with someone else. :)

#☎️💬 QnA #dhmis #don't hug me i'm scared

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alwaysbethewest · 2 years

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You Have Reached Your Destination (original fiction)

For this week's Writer Wednesday prompt from @writer-wednesday. I love this picture. I didn't see any rules against original fiction and for better or worse that's all my brain is producing right now lol. OR, please read this as an [insert character of your choice] AU. The genre here is kind of, mundane ambiguous pseudo-noir.

OFC + OMCs, rated teen, 500 words. No warnings apply. Unbetaed.

Her Lyft driver tries to make conversation.

“Guess we need the rain, eh?”

She hums a wordless affirmation and he continues, mumbling now as if speaking more to himself than to the patron in his backseat.

“This fuckin’ drought,” he laments, and then, accelerating around a slower car, “These knuckleheads don’t know how to drive in the rain.”

She bites back a laugh, turning the word over in her mind. Knuckleheads. It sounds like something her grandfather might say, but he has about 50 years on this driver. He’s young, with close-cropped hair over a broad, square forehead and slightly squinty eyes, like he’s perpetually wishing for sunglasses, even under overcast skies.

Her own sunglasses sit firmly on her face, oversized to hide any hint of her tired eyes. Her mascara will smudge if she rubs them so she keeps her hands in her lap and conjures up her mental shopping list. Salad mix; feta cheese; kitchen trash bags. She tacks on eye drops. A cheap substitute for the full night’s sleep she actually needs.

It’s been a strange day. She’s not sure what to expect of the place she’s headed to now. The address is scribbled in blocky print on the cocktail napkin carefully folded inside her purse, which sits on her lap, secured under her hands.

From the dashboard console, a helpful robotic voice sounds out. “Your destination is on the right. You have arrived at your destination.”

“Stay safe,” the driver tells her, and waits only a millisecond after she’s shut the car door before he’s inching back out into traffic.

She huddles under the doorway’s cramped roof and examines the building’s call box. At the end of the list of names on display she finds the pair of initials she’s seeking, and she presses the accompanying button. There’s no answer, but a moment later the door buzzes unlocked. She wonders if he somehow knew she was coming—or if he simply has nothing to fear in an unexpected guest.

She trudges up the stairs, avoiding the ancient-looking elevator in the corner of the lobby. By the fifth floor landing she’s amended her running shopping list once again to add new boots. The lining on this pair is rubbing thin, threatening to cause a blister on her left pinkie toe. She pauses and wiggles her toes, scooting her foot back inside the shoe for relief and trying not to resent this stranger’s 10th floor address.

He’s waiting for her when she finally arrives, leaning casually in his doorway and not making much effort to hide his amusement. “Thought you’d gotten lost,” he says. His voice is deep, and friendlier than she’d expected from someone in his line of work. He looks her up and down, not leering but assessing, and she stands straight, trying to keep her dignity while still catching her breath.

“Hello,” she says finally, in the steadiest voice she can manage. “My boss sent me to hire you. We could really use your help.”

#writer wednesday #my fic

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talekinesis · 6 days

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kind of a vent, I'm just frustrated

I've been drawing every since I could hold a pencil

So for about 17 to 18 years

I have 17-18 of practice and experience

And I still can't draw anything good. I still produce flat, unproportional dogshit every single time, I can't make anything good

I've been drawing for almost 20 years so I dont understand, am I just bad? Were they right about me?

I can only draw flat cartoon characters, flat colors, I can't shade, I can't add lighting, hell, I'm lucky if I even get the proportions or the face right half of the time.

The only drawing I actually liked within the last year was a couple of cartoon characters I made up inspired by Looney Tunes. And I've been told "Oh well just make that your thing if you're good at it"

but I want to get better, I dont want to just settle for one thing I was good at one time

but no matter how hard I try, I cant get better

And it certainly doesnt help that seemingly every 13 year old is better than me (nothing against them, they're talented as hell) but it makes me feel like I'm behind, or like I'm "losing" for lack of a better term. Like im not where im supposed to be, like I'm not on the same level as other artists my age.

I feel like I'm still 8 years old, handing a scribble to my grandma to put on the fridge, but not in a good way.

idk, I'm crying, and I feel like I want to give up

all this because I couldn't draw a smurf lol, I've really got issues

#taltalks #art talk #art #vent kinda

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t3chborb · 4 months

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About me & this blog

Hello, call me T3, Birb, or Borb, whichever you prefer.

I've made this silly corner of the internet because I have an unhealthy obsession with a fictional character and want to contribute to the fandom, be it feeding the algorithms with likes n reblogs n shit or my own produce :P

Unique tags found on this blog:

Borb's Scribbles (art)

Borb's Rambles (thoughts, theories, etc)

Borb's Garbage Dump (works in progress, may or may not get finished)

Borb Answers (ask responses. May sometimes also feature scribbles and rambles, depending on the ask)

Not mine (obvious lol)

Unholy Abomination - universal mature tag, may contain either adultery or robot guts. Used liberally just in case, even if the art is technically sfw

Other noteworthy things:

English isn't my native language, my apologies if my words are hard to read or understand

This blog is hyperfocused on Ramram. Probably a stupid idea in the long run but this account is a semi-throwaway anyway

I don't reblog much as I lowkey don't see the point. This is a place for my produce, not a spam blog. That said reblogs do show up on the rare occasion. I do my best to make up for this by leaving likes and comments on other's posts to show support :)

I'm here to have a good time, not cause or experience discourse, so please don't be a jerk, just block me and ignore me if my existence bothers you

I am, to some extend, a pro-shipper. I barely have any preferences when it comes to Ram ships, I'm fine with just about any (including self-inserts and OCs)

There are some shipping dynamics I don't like, one or both characters being OOC as hell, general toxicity and abuse, underage x adult, non-con, things of that nature, but I'm fine with pretty much anything deemed "problematic", assuming the issue is handled reasonably well (and if it's not handled well... the creator has a right to vent via creative media, even if I don't like said media. Better have them let out their frustrations creatively than... you know. Actually acting on them.)

For Ram fandom's "problematic" ship specifically, I'm neutral on Ramyatta, slightly leaning towards the don't like it territory, but for reasons other than the whole pseudo-incest thing (it's not incest in my eyes because robots don't have genes and monastery titles, but I can see how Ram and Zen calling each other "brother" is offputting)

I generally don't take requests, but if I happen to vibe a lot with a certain concept, I might just draw it

I'm open to talking, but I'm shy and perfectionistic. So please don't take it personally if I don't respond for a while ;-; I'll try to do my best.

I am a-okay with naughty topics, just know that I'll probably be embarrassed about it

About my art:

Krita 5.2 + Huion Kamvas Pro 16

My "style" is inconsistent as fuck as I'm going to be experimenting a lot for improvement purposes

If you wish to use my art, I am fine with the following:

Profile pictures, profile backgrounds, device wallpapers (with credit provided somewhere easily accessible, if it's shown publicly)

Coloring uncolored lineart

Side Note 1: I would like to know about you using my work, but telling me isn't mandatory (provided you follow these rules)

Side Note 2: Almost all art posted has been heavily downscaled from the originals (about 3 times smaller), so they may look terrible in certain use cases. If you want the full res, reach out to me privately, I'll send it over if I'm confident that you won't misuse it

I am NOT fine with the following:

Commercial use of any kind

Feeding into AI generators

NFT nonsense

Modifications of any kind EXCEPT coloring plain lineart

Reposting anywhere, especially Tumblr. If you REALLY want to share my stuff, I'm flattered, but please use links instead...

#Borb's Rambles

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biglisbonnews · 1 year

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Jump Into Cydnee With a C's Colorful Comic World Los Angeles-based singer Cydnee with a C has been singing all her life, boasting collaborations with the likes of OG Maco and Trippie Redd off the strength of her rich, buttery croon evocative of early '00s R&B stars. However, recent singles and rumblings of the singer show another side to her that ushers in a new chapter for the young star.Now, the singer is embracing other parts of herself such as her passion for all things K-pop and her newfound love for the controlled chaos of drum and bass music. With her airy falsetto gliding over frenetic percussion, the Atlanta-born singer is part of a larger wave of artists bringing their sultry and delicate R&B into new territories. Today, she announces her forthcoming EP, Confessions of a Fan Girl, which synthesizes old and new, setting the stage for Cydnee to explore this newfound genre with everything she's built up over the years, cherishing the intensity of pure fangirl devotion.For her most recent (and aptly titled) Valentine's Day single "As Long As You Love Me," her sound comes together in perfect harmony. In the accompanying video, which premieres today on PAPER, HER frantic movements mimic a flipbook as she ponders a relationship that requires a bit more effort so she can finally let love in. She scribbles on walls and stabs teddy bears, slowly filling in the blank spaces with the love, care and color she rightfully deserves.Below, watch the PAPER video premiere of "As Long As You Love Me" and keep scrolling to read a short Q&A with Cydnee about all things K-pop, fandom and passion.Being a fan girl is so fun but it also has some negative connotations. How has that part of your life impacted you and influenced your artistry?Yeah, some people don’t understand being obsessively passionate. Maybe they haven’t connected with something they really love yet. No shade lol. Every fan is different but for me, fangirling inspires my creativity, dreams and ideas. To me, obsession is passion and passion is purpose. There’s a reason why you’re so obsessed. Do it, love it!Listening to your earlier work and your new stuff shows how you've become more comfortable dialing into other facets of your artistry and interests. What has it been like to explore new sounds and avenues?I introduced my producer Aktion Jackson to K-pop and he introduced me to drum and bass music. I’ve never been the same. It’s fun and stimulates my senses more than anything. Confessions of a Fangirl will definitely be a drum and bass project.Who is your dream K-pop collab?Oh my goodness, right now it would be Bibi or Hwasa from MAMAMOO.You emphasize community, from family and friends to the larger K-Pop community you've found online. What communities do you hope to foster around you?I’m not going to lie, I love the ASMR community! And anybody that can’t live without music is a part of the same community as me. I listen to everything from Coldplay to Sade to Blackpink.What is the most treasured part of this forthcoming EP that you're excited to share?The genre. Drum and bass is so fire. I love how me and Jackson are creating our own lil' sound and style. I can’t wait for people to connect with it.Photo courtesy of Ty Crane https://www.papermag.com/cydnee-with-a-c-premiere-2659431676.html

#Cydnee with a c #Premiere #Jade Gomez#PAPER

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1kook · 4 years

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kissanime & foreplay

this is part of my netflix & chill collection !

summary; You get a glimpse of the KissAnime screen for a good two seconds before about seven ads pop up. Another tab to a raunchy hentai website opens, and Jungkook groans. warnings; mentions of hentai yes u read right, kook leads most of it, cunnilingus, masturbation (f), oral (f), use of a sex toy, fingering, nipple play, face sitting/fucking/riding idk (f), praise kink, hints of dumbification, cum eating, jk is like passive aggressive in this one, 4 (f) orgasms, this is the kicker: sub kook at the end😳, like 2 sec of dom yn lol, & u get 0.002 sec of adams apple kink misc; more dumb story lines, made up sex stores bc my creativity knows no bounds, Jungkook plays nice but is actually mean for the majority of it, once again doyeon plays a pivotal role in the furthering of women empowerment, internal love monologues about jk best boy<3 wc; 8.2k

notes; back when kissanime was offed I remember looking at this fic in the drafts like what the hell we gone do now.. n almost deleting it but I was like yknow what this isn’t a 1kook fic unless there’s smthn weird going on so here we are. also yes I know ohshc is on Netflix shut up!!!!!

HAPPY BDAY MY LOVE AND MUSE JEON JUNGKOOK !!!! 🥺💜

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The good thing about getting your own apartment is that you finally have a place to call your own. There’s no limit on how many potted plants you can squeeze into a one bedroom, one bathroom apartment, and if there was one, you’re twelve in and no one has said anything to you yet. You don’t have to share the shower space with anyone, label all your products with a hastily scribbled name. There’s a bathtub—something you haven’t had the pleasure of using during college—and a fairly open living space. There’s so many empty spots to fill with useless decorations and family heirlooms and that ugly plastic rooster Jungkook won you at the summer kick-off fair last month.

The bad thing about having your own place is that the entire world and their mothers seem to know now. Despite graduating from college, you still keep in touch with your trusted graduate mentor Kim Namjoon, who is still very much in school, and has made it his mission to bring you a new plant every week, hence your growing collection. Your childhood friend comes over every Saturday morning to lounge around after her Friday nights out. Jungkook, although the only one who is ever actually invited, runs through your strawberry scented body wash like a madman.

And of course, Doyeon.

Your beloved college roommate of four years, Kim Doyeon, has been the bane of your apartment experience so far. Unlike you, who had slaved away for four years, saving every penny you made during college for this moment, Doyeon was a big spender. She blew every dollar she ever came across, which is why she’s going to be stuck living at her parent’s house for at least a couple more years.

Nothing wrong with that, of course, if she wasn’t the most maniac online shopper in existence. It hadn’t been a problem in college because she was always good old pals with the students who worked the mailroom. If they saw something questionable, they’d let it slide as long as it was under Miss Kim Doyeon, Room 229.

The reason it became an issue for her now is because it’s poor Mrs. Kim who signs over the package from Sexuality Unleashed: The Best Toys Worldwide! one Tuesday afternoon as it is delivered to their suburban home.

So now she’s taken to ordering all her freaky stuff to your new apartment, where the small cabinet by the door has quickly become home to her impulsive shopping habits. Truthfully, you don’t mind accepting Doyeon’s weird packages, and have long since grown used to the uncomfortable looks the mail carrier gives you.

Jungkook’s supposed to come over today and you really hope he doesn’t ask about the state of your hall cabinet. Now that you work at a small company outside of your degree to make ends meet, time with Jungkook has been significantly decreased. You weren’t in college anymore, so you didn’t have the luxury of dropping by his house whenever you wanted to in between classes. Of course, it’s mostly your schedule that conflicts with your planned hangouts, because Jungkook is still working his dream job from home.

However, because Jungkook is quite possibly the most amazing person on this planet, he’s started coming over every Saturday night to make sure you’re still alive and not dying. And so weekly media binges are a thing, and it’s currently week four.

He gave up on showing you the Marvel movie franchise last week, after you had asked where Wonder Woman was three times in a row. Since the Barbie Movie Debacle of last month, you’ve found a nice medium between who picks when. Jungkook picks most of the time, because most of the time you don’t really care. It’s become a running joke between the two of you that movie binges are usually just terribly masked excuses to go to town on each other, so you don’t mind missing an entire 15th Century French Revolution documentary if it means Jungkook is deep in your guts by the time King Louis XIV gets beheaded or whatever they did to him. Is it too obvious you didn’t watch the documentary?

Occasionally, there are instances where one of you genuinely does want to watch something, in which case you have an intense match of rock-paper-scissors to decide who’s picking that night. Most of the time, Jungkook wins. But for every match Jungkook wins, he promises you’ll pick the next one so you’ve long since stopped trying to actually beat him.

Long story short, last weekend you sat through a two part Ancient Aliens episode on the connection between aliens and American presidents.

It was the most god-awful conspiracy theory you’ve ever heard of, but Jungkook ate up every minute of it. By the time the two hosts announced their conclusion you were just about ready to rip your own ears off and single-handedly fist fight every producer on the channel for allowing the production of such an atrocious show.

Anyway, because you had so bravely sat through the entire evening without complaints— well, no complaints towards Jungkook’s terrible taste; the show, however, was not safe from your wicked tongue —Jungkook has so graciously allowed you to pick the media for this weekend.

You’ve been telling him for the longest time that you were going to hook him on anime. It was one of the few interests you always believed Jungkook should possess, being a weeb and all, because it was only fair that he had one questionable trait to balance out the rest of his perfection. Liking anime isn’t bad— if a hottie like you enjoyed it, then it obviously had its perks. However, you know a lot of other people are turned off by anime-enthusiasts due to preconceived notions of the genre and the viewer-base.

Now, it was a widely known fact that you always had ulterior motives. So maybe turning Jungkook into a weeb was just a ploy to turn other women off from him and keep your jealousy at bay. Sue you, your boyfriend was a walking wet dream, and you’d do anything to keep him to yourself.

After long deliberation, you’ve decided on introducing Jungkook to anime with a classic: Ouran High School Host Club, a god among anime, a true Beyonce among shoujos. The only problem was that you absolutely refused to pay Crunchyroll or Funimation when you could so easily find the entire show on KissAnime.com, home to only the finest of hentai ads and Are You a Robot? questions.

He sends you a text when he’s outside your building, and five minutes later there’s a rap against your door.

“Hi,” you smile up at him, heart fluttering in that same trademark way it did whenever Jungkook was within a five foot radius. He smiles back softly, leaning down to peck your lips as you step aside for him to enter. He’s got on those cotton sweats that you love, the ones that send your brain into a censored frenzy. But he’s also got that soft curl to his hair that lets you know he came here straight out of the shower in his hurry to see you. How you managed to bag a dream boyfriend like him was beyond you.

You bask in the overwhelming feeling of unannounced love for all of ten seconds before Jungkook is lifting up a square package you hadn’t seen at his hip. “Mailman gave me this,” he says, waving around the signature bright pink packaging of Sexuality Unleashed. Jungkook, for all his politeness and respect, seemed to falter in those categories when it came to you. He turns the box over, reading the big fat name of the company on the side. “Since when did you start buying sex toys?” he asks rather loudly in the hallway.

You yank him inside, hurriedly slamming the door shut before any of your neighbors can come out into the hallway and get a peek of this avid sex toy consumer. “They’re not mine!” you hiss, standing still when he uses you to balance himself as he tugs off his shoes. You snatch the box out of his hands, turning it around to make sure it is actually addressed to your home. Sure enough, it’s for you. Couldn’t there have been some other sex toy fanatic on this floor?

With his shoes off, Jungkook wastes no time enveloping you in a hug, the Sexuality Unleashed box tumbling to the ground. “It’s okay, baby, no need to be embarrassed.”

You groan, leaning your forehead against his shoulder as he continues to pat your back like you’re actually embarrassed to be caught buying toys— you’re not. You’re embarrassed he caught you with a sex toy you simply can’t put to use. “Whatever,” you sigh, “your gross popcorn is in my bedroom and it’s probably stale.”

He releases you, not before pulling you into a slow and languid kiss that has you clutching tightly at the front of his shirt. He pulls away with a soft smooch, right eye falling into a wink. “Bring the box, gorgeous,” he teases, before sauntering off in the direction of your bedroom.

You groan loudly. “It’s not mine!” you repeat, but for some reason do as he says.

Not only do you have no idea what’s in this package, but you’re frankly not too keen on finding out. You’re more interested in Jungkook’s reaction to one of your favorite animes of all time. The package is tossed onto the end of the bed, where Jungkook has already stripped himself of his socks and cuddled beneath your covers.

Your laptop has gone dark from inactivity so you slam down on the space bar to bring it back to life. Your first mistake was pressing anything at all. It flickers back on alright, but you forget that you are working with a minefield of ads ready to explode. You get a glimpse of the KissAnime screen for a good two seconds before about seven ads pop up. Another tab to a raunchy hentai website opens, and Jungkook groans.

“What the hell is this?” he asks in a tone that screams he has never had to fight viruses off his computer just to watch something at two in the morning.

You ignore him, cuddling into his side as you hurriedly type in the title of the anime before another annoying ad can intercept you. “KissAnime,” you answer for now, accidentally clicking down on the mousepad with the heel of your palm. Another tab opens up to some sketchy credit site. You huff.

“Baby, I swear I just saw like twelve viruses,” he says. “And what even are these?” he scoffs, jabbing a finger at one of the many ads that lines the perimeter of the website. “Animated teacher porn?”

By the grace of god, you somehow manage to get onto the episode selection screen without having another tab open on you. You smile in relief, turning the power of your excitement onto Jungkook… only to find his eyes narrowed in on the square advertisement for some hentai website. “What? You wanna watch hentai now?” you snort, placing the laptop on his legs as you cuddle into his side.

Jungkook sputters, cheeks tinting red at the mere insinuation he would ever consume such media. “No,” he glares, releasing the arm around your shoulders to huffily cross them over his chest. “I am not going to watch anatomically incorrect illustrations of a woman teacher relieving herself, ___,” he says rather matter-of-factly.

You snort, repeating, “a woman teacher,” mockingly and in a high pitched voice that, honestly, doesn't sound anything like him. You click play on the video box that appears after only about twenty more pop-up ads. “Silence, you nymphomaniac, the episode is starting.” Jungkook pulls you close with a displeased expression, finally quieting down when you put it on full screen and the ads disappear from his view.

You’re beginning to wonder if Jungkook really is the script and plot dissector he claims to be, or if he just lives to get under your skin. He doesn’t make it three minutes without finding something to critique. First it’s the quality of the frames, and then it’s the characterization of the lead character. He nitpicks everything about the best anime in existence, and by the end of the first episode you’re considering breaking up with him.

“Oh my god,” you groan, tearing yourself away from him. He’s all laid up against your mountain of pillows, tongue prodding at the insides of his mouth in that ridiculously attractive habit of his. Usually, you’d be tripping over yourself to kiss him, but you’re about two seconds from ripping his head off. “I mean this in the nicest way possible, baby,” you sigh, picking up his hand in yours. “You gotta shut up.”

Jungkook rolls his eyes. “I have to shut up?” he asks in a scandalized tone. “You sang through the entire intro, off tune may I add.”

At this rate you’re getting nowhere, so you just snatch the laptop back up before you actually hurt his feelings. You escape the full screen, met with those hentai ads that are slowly becoming the bane of Jungkook’s existence.

“Who actually watches those anyway?” he mumbles, covering the sidebar full of naked cartoon ladies with his palm for you, a real gentleman if you ever saw one. “Really?” he says, knocking his pointer finger against a particularly raunchy ad with the caption Be a Good Boy and Let her Play beneath it.

You snort. “You are such a baby,” you tease, pinching his cheek much to his annoyance. “What? Can’t handle seeing some anime titties?”

Jungkook shoves your hand away, leaning back to become one with the pillows as you continue onto the next episode. “They’re just weird,” he admits. “And make unrealistic faces.”

“Unrealistic,” you repeat, finally giving one of the ads the time of day. There’s an adorably drawn character making the most perverted expression, knees hiked up to her chest. Her face is twisted up, drooling like a dog and with her eyes crossed in ecstasy. You shrug. “Just because you can’t get those faces out of me doesn’t mean they’re unreal.”

The second the words leave your mouth Jungkook is letting out a scandalized scoff, sitting up to level you with another glare. “First of all, I can get you like that,” he defends, tapping his finger against the ad on screen. “In fact, I can get you like that without even trying, so let’s not say anything too drastic now, okay?”

His sudden bout of defensiveness makes something playful in you switch on, laying back down beside him with a smirk. “Oh, you can make me all stupid like this?”

Jungkook scoffs. “Yes.”

“Uh huh,” you drawl, tracing a finger up his chest teasingly; Jungkook knocks your knuckles away, obviously still butt hurt about your comment. That’s fine, because a slightly riled up Jungkook was always the best Jungkook. You sit up and lean in close, letting your hand slip beneath his hoodie, palm running over his bare shoulder and around the top of his back. You give his nape a light squeeze, lips pressed against the shell of his ear. “Why don’t you prove it to me, Jungkookie?” you purr, before pulling away.

His jaw twitches at the nickname, one shapely brow unconsciously arching as he regards you with a calculative expression.

The thing about Jungkook was that, after almost a year of dating, you know just how to push his buttons. He has a rather calm and collected exterior to him, the same one he’s had since the day you met him, but beneath it all was a childish competitiveness that raged with the heat of ten suns. He disliked being taunted like you were doing now, especially when his credibility was at stake.

Honestly speaking, you don’t doubt Jungkook can make you look as goofy and messy as those hentai ads. In fact you’re rather confident he can. Either way, him being right or you being right, you would still get some fun out of it.

“Hm?” you add, tracing your hand up to dance over the skin of his cheek, pads of your fingers running over that stiff jaw. “Are you scared I’m right and you’re wrong?”

A hand snaps up to catch your wrist, fingers tight around your skin until you’re shivering against him. “Oh baby, I can make you cum until you cry,” he murmurs, his usual sweet and lilting tone dropping to a low vibration that makes your pussy throb beneath your panties. Your heart leaps in your chest, lips falling open when he ducks down to brush them against yours. It’s too light, just a simple touch that makes you follow his mouth when he pulls back.

With one firm shove, the laptop is tumbling off the bed, thudding loudly against your bedside rug. Jungkook leans over you, his usual trademark doe eyes zeroed in on you with the focus of a laser. “Have a little faith in me,” he teases, and when he presses close you can feel his fattening cock flush against your thigh. Your body is begging to be touched, every brush of his fingers against your skin searing trails in their wake.

Suddenly, he’s drawing back. “Kook?” you frown, barely biting down on a childish whimper when he snuggles back into your mountain of pillows, one arm stretched behind his head.

He flashes you a smile. “Go on,” he says, arms behind his head. “Show me how to get you like that.”

“By myself?” you ask, shifting onto your knees anyway. Jungkook nods, a soft jut of his chin as he gives you another one of those easy going smiles of his. His goal seems a little unclear, but you had a ridiculous amount of trust in your boyfriend that whatever he had planned was certain to be good. With one final skeptical glance his way, you sink down onto your bum, knees spreading and giving him a clear view of your little pink boy shorts, elastic band hugging your waist.

The material of your t-shirt is guided away, held to your chest by the hand currently not traversing the length of your stomach, gliding across soft skin, over your belly button and past that band until it slips beneath. You chance another look Jungkook’s way, only to find his eyes wonderfully downcast in the direction of your core. That smile is gone now, replaced with a somber look as he watches your hand move mysteriously beneath the fabric of your undergarments.

The first brush of your forefinger against your swollen button makes you twitch, back arching at the sensation that is magnified by his watchful gaze. “Mmh,” you bite down, hand twisting in the material of your shirt. Jungkook’s eyes glare a molten path across your skin, from the comfy bra that peeks out from beneath your rumpled shirt to the wrist slowly working beneath your panties.

A hand falls over your thigh, tattooed fingers giving the skin a light squeeze as you get to work swirling your bud around. The sight of his inked skin on yours makes something warm blossom in your lower abdomen, your eyes following the inky swirls up, up, up. They lead you to the face of your very handsome boyfriend, long lashes fanning across his cheekbones as he watches you play with yourself. “Wanna take these off for me?” he says, the tip of his pointer finger wiggling beneath the fabric of your shorts.

You nod hurriedly, wiggling around on the bed until you’re on your back, legs bent in front of you. The shorts come down your legs; the simplest press of your thighs makes something quiver in your abdomen. You toss them off to the side, and just as you go to sit back up, Jungkook places a hand on your knee. “Stay like this for me,” he says, sitting up from his mountain of pillows to glance down at you. You melt into the plush mattress beneath you, staring down at him between your legs. He’s got that adoring look in his eyes, the one that makes you feel so warm and in love, it’s only natural your hand slips down to play with your bare clit again. “That’s my girl,” he smiles, rubbing a hand down the outside of your thigh, urging your legs to fall open.

There’s this overflowing vat of arousal that builds up inside of you everytime Jungkook is around, like the moment your eyes land on him you’re reminded of every position he’s ever had you in. You remember the soft brush of his hands on your body, the way his lips feel on yours, the soft tickle of his hair when he gets too close. It makes your heart lurch in your chest, like if you don’t grab onto him tightly this feeling will slip through your fingers and out of your life. So you were crazily in love with your boyfriend— now what?

A puckered set of lips meets the inside of your thigh, the action ripping you from your overly gooey, overly soft inner rambling. Your hand trails down your quivering pussy lips, collecting your dripping wetness as you go. At the same time, Jungkook kisses down the inside of your thigh, soft smacks of his lips against your skin filling the air with an emotion that makes you bite down a whimper. Your hole puckers at the brush of your fingers, anticipating an entrance that you yearn to give into soon.

His mouth is on you before your finger can go deeper than a centimeter in. But Jungkook doesn’t brush your hand off, doesn’t shove you away to prove his mouth was undoubtedly better. He places a kiss over your knuckles, before swallowing up your significantly smaller hand with his, that of which he clasps together over your navel.

You groan, head rolling from side to side. “Don’t be so soft with me,” you whine, leg twitching when he presses a kiss against your engorged bundle of nerves. “Push me around like that one time, you know I like it.”

Jungkook grins, mouthing over your clit with practiced ease that has you releasing all kinds of whimpers and sighs. He’s got his other hand wrapped around your thigh, strong arm pulling you closer to that devious mouth and tongue that lavished attention on your clit. “Need me to be mean to you, baby?” he purrs, curling his tongue in such a way that it makes your entire body tense up, muscles pulled tight. “Want me to push you around like the stupid little girl you are?” You moan, head bobbing up and down at the ideas he stuffs in your mind. As he moves down the length of your cunt, that round nose you love brushes against your bud, and the cheeky shit takes an obnoxiously loud sniff of it, a soft groan breathed against your lower lips. “But isn’t this better?” he hums, languidly molding his lips against your lower ones, much in the same way he does with the ones on your face; he moves slowly, slips his tongue in every few seconds before eventually diving in head on. “Slow... and so easy.”

“Kook,” you mewl, getting this overwhelming urge to cover your face with your hands. But you can’t, because he’s knotted one hand with yours and his fingers only tighten when you try to yank them apart. Instead you’re left pressing one knuckle against your mouth, brows pinching as he begins slowly fucking his tongue into your cunt. “F-Faster,” you beg. He, of course, ignores your plea.

The wet mass moves past the clenched muscles around your hole, nose brushing against your lips with every intrusion. Every few cycles he stops to press a kiss against your pussy, so hard and wet that it hurts when he pulls off. You’re left writhing and moaning, your heel knocking against his shoulder when he pushes your leg up closer to your chest. “It’s enough,” you cry, your entire body shivering.

Jungkook pulls off with a loud pop, lips glistening with your arousal. He’s got this glint on his eyes, like he’s thoroughly entertained by your reactions. He shuffles around to get comfortable, finally releasing that grip on your hand. Immediately, your newly freed hand jumps forward to tangle in the hair above his ear, tracing down the delicate curve of his cheekbone. Jungkook turns his head, pressing a soft peck against your open palm that makes your heartbeat thunder in your ears.

As he moves around, his leg bumps against something that has both of you pausing. It sounds out of place next to your shallow breaths, and both of you glance down only to catch sight of that stupid package from Sexuality Unleashed teetering on the edge of the bed.

The moment you see it, it’s like you’re transported into an omnipresent view of the scene, the next few hours flashing before your eyes as Jungkook snorts. You know he’s going to reach for it in two seconds, and you know he’s going to tear the hot pink packaging apart with his bare hands. He does so with a scary amount of power, the industrial tape not standing a chance against him. A box roughly the same size as the package falls out, and before you can kick it away and save yourself from suffering beneath Jungkook’s teasing antics, he’s snatching up the box.

“The Bullet Bestie,” he reads aloud, dark eyes flying across the text with lightning speed before that box is also being ripped open. (Briefly, there’s a voice in your head that thinks of Doyeon, but you’re not sure why.) Out tumbles a little pink bullet with a strap on one end that bounces against your thigh and an even smaller remote.

“Baby,” you rush out, the sight of the tiny toy making your heart thunder in your chest. “We can look at it another time,” you try, hands coming up to brush against his face again. “Why don’t you finish off here?” you ask, a sickeningly sweet politeness dripping off your tongue as the knot in your tummy fades into the background of his attention.

Jungkook ignores you, picking up the remote with a wondrous look in his eyes. Before you can try to persuade him back between your legs, a quiet click cuts you off and the little bullet whirls to life. You yelp at the sudden vibrations against the inside of your thigh, so close to your throbbing core. The jump of your thighs has it falling onto the mattress below you, wide eyes snapping back to the smirk that grows on his face.

“No,” you say slowly, sitting back up, “no, no,” you try, your usual assertiveness melting into a whiny cry as you try to wiggle away from him and the nefarious ideas infesting his lust-addled mind. You’re barely turning, ready to make a run for it and hand him his victory by forfeit, when Jungkook is catching you by the waist. Your hips get pulled up, arms clawing uselessly at the sheets beneath you as he drags you close to him. He’s fast, already having moved onto his knees behind you, and when he yanks you up, you can feel every hot plane of his body aligned with your backside. “Kook, please just make me cum,” you gasp.

There’s a smile pressed against your shoulder, lips still wet from before, kissing along the side of your neck. “Look at my girl,” he murmurs, and you nearly jump out of your skin when something smooth is traced along your thigh. One hand slips beneath the material of your shirt, soothingly rubbing circled against your skin. This hand also holds the tiny remote between two fingers, and every nerve in your body is on edge waiting for it to be used. “Where’s that smartmouth now?”

“Jungkook,” you try to warn. But there’s no bite to your words, only an anticipation that grows the closer he moves that damned toy between your thighs. “Baby, we-we can play another time, okay? Just please—“

A soft click, and suddenly your spine is giving out on you, upper body flopping forward as Jungkook runs the vibrations over your clit. Of course Jungkook follows, never letting you slip far from his reach. A loud moan spills from your lips, lower lip wobbling at the unreal amounts of pleasure he bestows upon you with such a small toy. “W-Wait,” you sob, the coil from before suddenly magnified tenfold. It makes your orgasm loom over you bigger than ever, a wave that threatens to spill over and drown you in one go. “No-please.”

His mouth presses against your ear, hot breaths fanning against the skin there. “Hey pretty girl, does it feel good?” he husks out, kissing just below your ear. “Aw fuck,” he groans, something stiff pressing against the cleft between your cheeks, “can’t even see if you’re making that stupid face right now.”

You are, but you don’t even have the words to tell him that. The moment the vibrator had made contact with your already ravished clit, your eyes had rolled into the back of your head. You don’t doubt you look like those silly ads you’d laughed at earlier, mouth opening and closing every few seconds as he circles the toy around your bud. You settle on a high-pitched whimper that has Jungkook laughing meanly against your ear.

It ends too soon, the stimulation from Jungkook eating you out for a few minutes combining with the bullet to form a powerful duo that swallows you whole. An embarrassingly loud moan rips itself from your throat, hands twisting in the sheets beneath you as it washes over you. It’s so powerful, it blinds you, pussy spasming. Jungkook’s name is repeated about a thousand times in between, your body eventually melting back into the mattress as the final shocks run through you.

The vibrator clicks off just as quietly as it turned on, your harsh breaths filling the room in its place. “Good girl,” Jungkook praises, raining down a parade of kisses against your shoulder. You mewl in appreciation, still awkwardly shoving your face into the mattress, and your hips in the air. From the corner of your eyes, you watch him set the glistening toy off to the side, and you’re just about ready to thank the heavens for such an experience with your boyfriend, when said boyfriend hits you with a curveball.

The gentle pecks against yours shoulder dissolve into harsh kisses, rough hands trailing up your waist. The t-shirt gathers around his knuckles, pushed and pushed until he’s got those same hands cupping your breasts. “Did you like that?” he asks, biting down against your shoulder; the sensation is dulled by your shirt being in the way but it still makes you whine. You moan softly, nodding against the mattress as he gets to kneading your breasts over your bra. “Mm,” Jungkook sighs, “my pretty girl was so good for me, wasn’t she?”

Those deft fingers run back down, crawl beneath the elastic of your lounge bra and push it away until your breasts are bouncing out of their cage. “Kook,” you sigh, eyes fluttering shut as he traces circles around your nipples. “W-Wait,” you whimper, suddenly reminded of the swollen cock pressed against your backside when he leans closer.

“Shhh,” he soothes, tweaking your nipples. “Relax for me, sweetheart,” he coos, flicking your hardened nipples with his fingers. You can’t relax, not with your body still so sensitive and him playing with you. Still, the low intonation makes something soft and warm settle in your chest, the kisses against your jaw making your eyes fall shut. “That’s it,” he says, giving one nipple a playful twist that draws a high-pitched moan from you.

Just as you’re beginning to fall into the rhythm of Jungkook’s caresses and voice, he releases one breast to traverse his hand down and over your tummy, to your sensitive pussy. You gasp, biting down on your lip as he teasingly flicks your clit with his fingers. “Bet you could come again now,” he murmurs, taking the tip of your earlobe into his mouth and nibbling softly. You groan, shoving your face into the sheets as if that will save you from your doom. “Bet your pretty little pussy can cream itself just like this, isn’t that right, sweet girl?”

You whimper, hips bucking back against him when he begins nudging your bud, lewd sounds reaching your ears. His other hand remains on your breast, no longer toying with your nipple but simply holding it almost comfortingly. There’s a smirk pressed against your skin, that pearly white smile you usually adore so much teasing you as he circles your nub.

“Come on,” he encourages quietly, kissing up the column of your neck again. You moan, thighs quivering as he strokes a second orgasm out of you with no struggle. Your eyes and throat burn at the heat that washes over you, and you release a hoarse scream into the mattress— Jungkook chuckles at the sound, egging you on with that low voice until your muscles go limp a second time.

When he rolls you onto your stomach again, you try desperately to cover the tears that blur your vision, turning away from him like a child when he tries to look. “Crybaby, crybaby,” he sings teasingly, prying your hands away to capture your mouth with his for the first time that night. “Lemme see those tears, baby,” he purrs.

He tastes like you, tongue dripping with that sweet tang of your pussy, and he smells like you too. It strokes the flames of you ego, arms eventually wrapping around his shoulders as he settles above you. He pulls off with a curl of his tongue against your swollen lips, brown eyes lazily staring down at you. It’s embarrassing how well kept he still was compared to your half-nude state of dress. His skin is all glowy and pretty, not a single tear track in sight, and his grin is still too relaxed for your liking.

Jungkook’s body feels so warm and comforting against yours, muscles keeping the heat trapped between your bodies. You go to brush a hand through his hair, needing to feel the familiarity of those silky locks, before he’s suddenly leaning away. He shuffles onto his knees again, glancing down at your thoroughly abused cunt with a quirk in his brows.

“God,” you groan, knocking your foot against his side. “Just fuck me already,” you huff despite your earlier fatigue. You could only go so long without feeling Jungkook’s fat demon cock inside of you.

He snorts at your snappy tone, cutely tilting his head to the side to move his hair out of his face. His jaw looks sharp from this angle, facial features covered in shadows the lamplight behind him can’t touch. “Can’t,” he announces, and you could pull your hair out from all this unnecessary build up.

Truth to be told, you and Jungkook were both equally as unrestrained when it came to each other. Most of the time, the lead up to actual, penetrative, key-in-lock sex included a couple minutes of heavy petting from his end, and maybe a half assed handjob from you. Sometimes if you felt extra attentive, he’d eat you out and you'd him off. But for the most part, the two of you jumped straight into it after an orgasm, like horny teenagers despite the two of you being twenty-three now.

The most adventurous you’d ever gotten up until the point was maybe two orgasms bestowed upon you by a crazed Jungkook. And, well. You had hit two orgasms now. You were ready for his monster cock.

“Kook,” you whine childishly.

Jungkook shakes you off, placing a palm on both your knees. Slowly, he spreads your thighs apart again, eyes zeroed in on the glossy folds that come into view, the sparkling pearly cum that leaks out of your hole. “I can’t, baby,” he says, almost pained. “I gotta clean you up first,” he insists, and before you can tell him how counterproductive it is to lick you clean of your arousal before fucking you, he’s diving face first into your cunt.

But the biggest surprise doesn’t come from Jungkook going in for thirds, but from the hands he clasps around your thighs, the sheer strength he uses to roll you over (ignoring the shriek you let out) to sit you on his face. “No, no,” you yelp immediately, “I-I‘ll break you,” you cry, trying to escape from his hold.

From beneath your thighs, dark eyes peering up at you daringly, you can see the clear warning on Jungkook’s face. It’s a look that loudly says don’t you dare fucking move, shapely brows sending a jolt of genuine fear down your spine for a moment. “Jungkook,” you fret, trying to ignore the arousal that only continues to blossom as his tongue laps against your folds for the second time that night. “I’m, I’m,” you stammer, hands burying themselves in his hair as he ignores your cries. “I’ll break you,” you try again, spine arching when he slurps your clit into his mouth. “I-I’ll—“

He pulls off with a pop. “Fuck my face, baby,” he says, as if he hadn’t heard a single of your concerns at all. His nose nudges against your clit, a whimper catching in your throat. Briefly, his hand disappears from around your thigh, and when it returns, that tiny bullet vibrator from earlier is pressed against your thigh. “You got that?”

You nod, internally torn apart by your fear of crushing him and your need to drag your cunt all over your boyfriend’s handsome face. You glance down at him, watch him slip that vibrator into his mouth for just a second and lewdly coat it in his saliva, before he’s reaching around to shove it past your pussy lips. They’re still swollen and puffy, but have long since relaxed enough for him to slip it in. “B-But what if—“

“You won’t,” he cuts off, readjusting himself closer to your cunt again, “come on, pretty girl.”

The reason you think you and Jungkook click so well was because he was able to bring that vulnerable side out of you every now and then. He knew you liked to parade around with that huge superiority complex, and he loved it. But he also knew there were things you liked and disliked, and sometimes it took a little pushing for you to reveal them.

For a second, that horny cloud over his irises lifts, and he gives you one of those cute, sloppy winks as he taps your thigh gently. “Fuck my face, sweetheart,” he whispers, “drag that pretty cunt all over me until I can’t breathe.” A gasp catches in your throat, hands unconsciously curling against his scalp. He notices, and flashes you a lazy smirk. “You can do that, can’t you?”

Something akin to adoration blooms in your chest, and before you can blurt out something embarrassing—like I love you—there’s a soft click that has The Bullet Bestie revving up inside of you. You gasp, the sudden vibrations deep inside your pussy making your hips snap forward, clit rubbing against Jungkook’s nose.

“O-Oh,” you cry, and that’s all it takes for you to lose it. Your hips start off slow, at first just savoring the wet drag of his tongue against your lips, his nose against your clit. He sticks his tongue out for you, and part of you wants to tell him he’s a good boy, that corny hentai ad flashing in your mind, but you doubt you’ll survive the aftermath of that. Once you find that perfect pace, your hands are practically yanking at his hair, pushing him further into the mattress as you ride his face like he’s nothing but a toy. “Kook, Jungkook,” you pant, grinding your lower lips against his all too eager mouth.

It feels oddly weird being over him like this, using him like this. You like to think you and Jungkook have equal power in the bedroom, but you will admit that more often than not, he assumes control by default. You’re not particularly bothered by that, because you doubt you’d ever come up with the crazy ideas Jungkook did when he was horny (okay, a lie, because you definitely have thought of crazy sex schemes before).

But, this moment…

The power was quickly going to your head. “Fuck,” you sob, roughly dragging the length of your pussy over and over his face. The hands around your thighs are pressing against your skin with a strength that would hurt were you not blinded by arousal. His eyes are shut, lids fluttering open every now and then as he watches you buck wildly over his face like he was a pillow in high school and your parents were gone for the weekend.

It doesn’t help that the rhythmic pulses of the vibrator inside of you are doing their job well, the tongue that slips into your pussy joining together to form a powerful combination. It’s ultimately what has you halting your manic thrusts, instead falling into a slow grind over him. Your hips circle, eyes squeezed shut as you lose yourself in the lapping of his tongue against your dripping hole. “Mmmf,” you mewl, biting down on your lower lip as the wet muscle prods against a delicate spot within you. You hear feels light, view of the gorgeous man beneath you obstructed by the eyelids that can't seem to stay open. “N-No,” you cry, pulling his hair more roughly than you intended to in order to redirect him. “There, there,” you whimper, holding him tight against your pussy.

Beneath you, Jungkook exhales harshly against your lips, hands moving frantically over your thighs as he works his tongue inside of you alongside the bullet vibrator. If you weren’t so caught up in your own pleasure, all kinds of sounds spilling from your lips, you would have heard the quiet moans that fall from his. Alas.

It takes a few more pulses from the toy and a few more licks from Jungkook until you’re coming for the third time that night, features twisting up as your pussy clenches around his tongue before spilling down his mouth. Your back arches, a defeated moan escaping you as you release the same mess he’d claimed to clean up onto his lovely face. You can barely breathe afterwards, mouth dry and head dizzy when Jungkook finally pops back out from between your thighs. You barely have enough time to lift yourself up, pussy lightly brushing across his Adam’s apple as you stop yourself from crushing his windpipe. It makes you twitch.

“Good girl,” Jungkook praises with a cheeky smile that distracts you from the bullet toy he retrieves from your quivering cunt. His face is absolutely glistening from your arousal, skin warm and flush. He’s looking up at you like you’re some mythical goddess and he’s but a humble villager coming to pay his respects at the temple that is your body. Fuck, were you okay? You don’t think you’ve ever felt this good in your entire life, and Jungkook’s mushy gaze was doing things to your heart.

He presses a kiss against the inside of your thigh before helping you off of him, laughing meanly when you flop limply down beside him. He’s still fully clothed, a fact that irks you when he leans over to kiss you with that glossy face of his. “D’you like it?” he mumbles, kissing softly down your face. You nod, legs twitching from the aftermath of that wild ride. “I saw it, y’know,” he says suddenly.

“Saw what?” you mumble, mindlessly rolling your head to the side and exposing more skin when he begins kissing along your neck.

Jungkook says nothing, just rolls over you. Part of you thinks he’s crazy, but you’re suddenly hit with the realization that while Jungkook’s drawn three orgasms out of you in the course of an hour, you hadn’t done anything for him. Before you can dive head first into swallowing his cock, he’s kissing you softly. “That stupid face,” he smirks, slotting his mouth against yours. “That weird, now realistic face,” he tacks on.

You huff out a laugh, throwing your leg around his waist comfortably. Jungkook smiles, kisses you one last time before settling in your arms, face cutely pressed in between your boobs. “Hey,” you call, “don't you wanna cum too?”

He shakes his head, a soft sigh filling the air. “Nah,” he says, cuddles closer into you. “Rest now, baby.”

You roll your eyes. “I can feel your dick against my thigh,” you point out, wiggling your pelvis upward to brush against his throbbing erection. Jungkook holds you down in an effort to stop you. “Fuck me.”

He groans against your collarbone. “No, you’re tired,” he tries to convince you, but his skin is warm and flushed in the way it always gets when he’s riled up. “Sleep.”

With the leg around his hip, you pull him closer. “Fuck me, Jungkookie,” you purr, using the hands in his hair to turn his face up towards yours. His dark eyes are drawn down cutely, pouty lips too. “Use my body,” you suggest, “I’m yours anyway.”

His eyes flutter shut, a quiet whimper falling from his lips. “Don’t say that,” he sighs, “makes me wanna do very mean things to you.”

You smile. “You can do whatever you want to me, don’t you know that?” Another groan, his head falling forward until he’s hiding in your neck. Still, there’s movement from below, he sweats slipping down at his hips until that throbbing cock is pressed into the tiny crease where your thigh meets your pelvis. There’s a moment of hesitation, and you wonder if this is what he felt like earlier when he’d managed to get you to sit on his face. “Inside, Jungkookie,” you murmur, reaching down to line him up with your sensitive entrance. He whines softly, arms wrapping around you as he pulls you close. “Good boy.”

Despite your earlier belief that you’d never survive an encounter with Jungkook after using such a term on him, the result is much different from what you had anticipated. He visibly melts into your arms, cock slipping past your folds easily. “No,” he says, his voice feathery and whiny against your ear. “I can’t.”

You soothe a hand down his back, eyes fluttering shut as he begins slowly rutting against your swollen lips. “That’s it,” you encourage, tugging softly at his wavy hair. Jungkook moans wantonly against your neck, rolling his hips harshly against you until his arms are the only things keeping you from jostling out of his hold. “Do you like this pussy?” you ask, purposefully clenching around him, tummy tightening at the stimulation you keep packing on.

Jungkook shudders, pace growing slipping inside of you. “Yes,” he pants, “s-so wet… creamy.”

“Yeah?” you huff, pressing a smiley kiss against his forehead. “It’s yours.”

“Ffffuck,” Jungkook chokes, picking up his pace as his well-deserved orgasm reaches its peak. He’s breathing harshly now, and it’s taking everything in you to keep your pussy tight around him. But after the night he’d given you, the sounds and faces he pulled from you, it’s the least you can do. Besides, your body, after being so thoroughly pleased, still rears up for one final orgasm with him. “Mine,” he growls, bucking his hips into you. “You’re mine, baby, mine,” he seethes, ending his little tryst with a piston of his hips that makes you gasp, body almost unconsciously spasming around him. It’s painful, but so, so delicious how he manages to pull this last orgasm from you as he finally busts inside of you.

He comes with a stuttering garble of words, none of which you catch as he collapses into your hold for the final time that night. “Fuck,” he pants afterwards, leaning into your touch when he finally registers the soft combing of fingers through his hair. “That was evil.”

You laugh, pulling him closer. “As evil as you making me suffer through three orgasms before putting your dick in me?” you tease. Jungkook slips out of you, and you know it’ll be a hassle to clean your sheets tomorrow but it’s worth it.

“It’s called building the scene,” he weakly defends, blindly tugging the puffy blanket over the two of you. “I was gonna rhyme it with that horrible website you made me use but I already forgot it’s name.”

“Rude,” you snap, “it’s called KissAnime.”

“And fore-play,” he suddenly says, and you almost yank his eyeballs out of their sockets for doing that stupid thing again.

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epilogue

Two weeks later, your favorite website and home to hentai ads is shut down after years of piracy. Jungkook laughs at your demise, sits and actually cackles at your heartbreak, until he eventually comforts you with his flaming demon cock and a subscription to both Crunchyroll and Funimation. Doyeon spends weeks tracking down a missing package, apparently some freebie she’d gotten for being such an avid customer on Sexuality Unleashed: The Best Toys Worldwide! before eventually finding it in your drawer. And because her and Jungkook have some awkward life-long rivalry for your attention, he doesn’t pay for that.

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sageinacage · 3 years

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Hey idk if ur prompts are open, but if they were, would you maybe want to do a Wilbur vs Charlie in who can wreck Tommy better like thing? 👀👀👀

"Friendly" Uno summary: tommy gets a bit too sassy in a game of uno with him, charlie, and wilbur. a/n: i was originally gonna write this in the dsmp but i literally just couldn't figure out how to do it without it being super ooc KSDFSKJ also just pretend charlie came to visit them in the UK LOL warnings: swearing, playful teasing/mocking (they're playing uno its bound to happen BAHAHA /lh) w/c: 1.6k IRL, Platonic

“C’mon, give me a green!” Wilbur growled, continuously picking up cards from the middle pile. He and his two friends, Tommy and Charlie, were playing a friendly game of Uno together on the floor of the living room. Well, “friendly.”

“HAH! Aww, poor Wilbyyy, so bad at Unooo…” Tommy cooed, his face painted with the biggest shit-eating grin. Wilbur scoffed, finally putting a green card down. “Tommy, every day you remind me of all my mistakes.” Wilbur jested, smirking at Tommy’s surprised face. “Yeah? Well-”

“Aha, draw four Toms!” Charlie interrupted, Tommy looking down at the middle pile to see a colorful “+4” card right in front of him. After a dramatic groan, the boy drew the cards. “You are horrible to me, Mr. Slimecicle.” Tommy pointed his finger in Charlie’s face, the dirty blonde only shrugged, chuckling at his antics.

Wilbur put down a red card, smiling at Charlie’s huff. “Really, the only color I don’t have?!” He rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. “Don’t be all grumpy, it’s how the game works, yeah?” Wilbur gave a smug smirk, watching his friend reach for the pile to scout for a red card.

After more banter, the game started to move more smoothly… until they decided to start stacking “+2” and “+4” cards. The pile of them now added up to 14, but they still kept going. “Holy shit, this better not end on me!” Wilbur sighed, placing his final card he could stack. “Me neither.” Charlie agreed, placing his last card that could be stacked.

“This game is against me! I swear to god, this is rigged! You’re both cheating.” Tommy cried, huffing to himself while he started to pick up the 18 cards they all stacked up. “Tohohommy!” Wilbur broke into laughter, leaning his head back as high-pitched giggles left him. “We aren’t cheheating, you juhust suhuck.” Charlie snorted up a laugh, patting Tommy’s back as he whined again.

“You two are both big stupid bullies. You should be thankful I’m even playing a little card game with you.” Tommy huffed, making eye contact with Wilbur. “You’re so sassy today, n’awww- don’t tell me someone’s grumpy over just a ‘little’ card game!” Charlie teased, causing Wilbur to smirk at Tommy. “Yeah, are you up past your bedtime?”

“I hate you both so much. I will fight you both and win- at the same time.” The blonde claimed as he slapped a card down with enough force to accidentally push the card pile down. “Baby rage.” Wilbur scoffed, earning a dramatic gasp from Tommy. “I AM NOT A BABY!” He shouted, Wilbur and Charlie breaking into giggles again.

“That’s something a baby would say!”

“CHARLIE.”

Wilbur covered his face, laughter building up from his chest, Charlie following right in his footsteps. Tommy furrowed his eyebrows, grumbling. “You guys are assholes.” He spoke in a more playful tone, indicating that he wasn’t genuinely upset.

“Yeah, are we, Tommy?” Charlie put down his cards, looking at the boy. “Compared to how you’ve been treating us this evening, I don’t think we’re that bad.” Wilbur raised an eyebrow, also placing his cards down. “B- Bullshit! You guys are twats…?” Tommy cowered a bit at their growing smirks, putting his cards down as well.

“Twats, are we?”

“Wilbur, I don’t like his tone.”

Both men stood up, still with suspicious smiles on their faces, causing Tommy to stand up as well. “I d- don’t trust this.” The boy shuddered, backing up until he hit the couch, falling back onto it. “Don’t worry Charlie, I can take care of this.” Wilbur nodded, towering over Tommy.

“No, I think I can do it, I can definitely do it better.” Charlie stood next to him, an innocent smile plastered on his face. “Yeah? Well do you know all his tickle spots? No? That’s what I thought.”

Oh. Oh. So that is what this was about.

“I’m called the tickle monster around here for a reason, Charlie!” Wilbur kept on going, placing a sassy hand on his hip. “You clearly haven’t met me then, yet!” He quipped back, looking down at Tommy; whose face was bright red and a nervous but excited smile on his face.

“Let’s have Tommy answer then. Who’s better at wrecking you, Toms?” Wilbur smirked down at him, the blonde just covering his face. “D’awww, that’s not an answer! Hmm, how about this. Wilbur, we’ll team up and Tommy will answer that question when we’re finished.”

“Deal.”

“Wh- what? Guys… guhUHUYS-!” Bubbly laughter already took over Tommy as Wilburs fingers kneaded his waist. “What’s up? Wha’tcha need?” Charlie chuckled, walking two fingers up his ribcage. What they weren’t expecting was the loud squeal that left Tommy.

“Looks like I already found a tickle spot, Wilbur!” Charlie exclaimed, gently pinching around his top ribs, causing the boy to let out yet another squeal. “Wow, do you want a medal or something?” Wilbur snarked back sarcastically, glaring at the dirty blonde before massaging his thumb into one of Tommy’s hip bones.

“Wiiihihill! NOHOhoho!” Tommy tried to twist left to right, but that damn feeling on his hip bone just wouldn’t secede. Charlie furrowed his eyebrows, seeing that Wilbur was back in the lead. He reached his other hand around and formed it like a claw, and then vibrated it into the other side of his ribcage as he kept up the prodding on the other side.

“CHAHAHARLIE! QUIHIHIT IT!” Tommy absolutely shrieked, unsure whether to attempt to push his hands away from his ribs, or to cover his face and obvious blush was creeping up on his cheeks. “Gotta admit I’m the better tickle monster first!” Charlie giggled, making little ‘tktktktk’ noises right in Tommy’s ear.

“N’awww, Tommy!~ You have just the sweetest giggles, and I know they’re because of me and not the slimy boy, is that right?” Wilbur teased, moving from his hips to the sides of his belly, scribbling his nails over the area. Hiccupy laughter began to emit from the boy, him kicking his legs into the couch behind Wilbur.

“He’s now all hiccupy! That’s so cute!” Charlie exclaimed, grabbing one of Tommy’s flailing arms. He sniggered to himself as Tommy’s laughter turned more high-pitched at the sudden vulnerability, a wide smile on his face nonetheless. “Uh oh, Tommy… someone’s in trouble now!” Charlie teased as he wiggled his fingers over his exposed underarm, not making contact now.

“DohoHOHON’T! WIHILBUR- *snort* HEHELP!” Tommy’s laughter grew an octave at his own snort, shaking his head as Charlie wouldn’t stop the stupid anticipation. “There’s no way I’m helping you, Toms. I mean- unless you say that I’m better at this.” Wilbur smirked, deciding to try a new spot as he turned around, fluttering his nails under Tommy’s knees.

The giggles it made Tommy produce were different. They were more flustered it seemed, almost like Wilbur just found a certain melt spot. “Tommy, you’ve gone all soft now! Let’s change that, shall we?” Charlie chuckled mischievously, his fingers crashing down and lightly scribbling into his underarms.

Feeling both his death spot and melt spot being tickled at the same time was definitely a different feeling. “NOOOHOHO- *hic* PLEHEHEASE!” His voice began to sound slightly strained, so Charlie retracted his hand in response. “Looks like I found your worst spot, eh?” He smiled, but it was more of a fond smile this time- compared to all his evil ones.

“Hmmm, Charlie. What if we worked together, just once?” Wilbur offered, and Charlie gladly nodded. “What do you need from me, boss?” He smiled playfully before Wilbur went in to whisper something into his ear. ‘What were they planning now? My demise?’ Tommy thought curling up on himself.

In one swift movement, Tommy found himself leaning onto Charlie being held in place with one of Charlie’s arms, and Wilbur looming over him with a grin that did not look friendly. It looked quite evil, in all honesty. “You ready, Toms?” Wilbur cooed, wiggling his fingers at the boy. The blonde whined, looking away from him. “N’aww, don’t want to watch the show, Tommy?” Charlie cooed in his ear. Just their words and actions alone made him want to squirm and laugh, and they haven’t even done the tickling yet.

A moment of silence fell onto them, Tommy still looking away, until a big raspberry was blown right beneath his belly button. The boy arched his back, a shriek ripping out from his throat as he weakly pushed at Wilbur’s head; but the stupid sensations just kept on going.

“YOHOHOU WIHI- *wheeze* WIHIHIN! ENOHOHOUGH!” Tommy managed to get out, his laughter nearly going silent. Wilbur sat up, rubbing Tommy’s tummy to help get rid of the tingles that still lurked around. “Who won? I didn’t catch it.” Charlie’s voice was gentle, but it was obvious there was some smugness there.

“Yeah, who won? You never stated a name, Toms!” The taller boy crossed his arms, smirking down at the boy. Tommy just let out a whine and covered his face, cuddling into Charlie as all the tickling wore him out. They both internally cooed at him, finding his snuggly antics so fond and wholesome, because for god's sake- it’s Tommy! You rarely find the boy getting all soft for anyone.

“Let’s just call it a tie, shall we Charlie?”

“Yeah, for now, that is.”

#mcyt tickle #lee!tommy #ler!wilbur #ler!slimecicle #my writing

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NSR Swaps: Sayu

I forgot to post this lol. These are pretty fun. I also decided to do fight descriptions. Follow if you enjoy<3

You are welcome to use them, as long as you credit me.

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Bunk bed junction — Sayu

The Sayu crew are older, with dodo being 24, sofa being 22, and remi and tila being 20

Rock band with a siren mascot

Sayu is much more aggressive, also acting as more sentient than her original.

I got a most of sayu’s new colors by inverting the original

Remi is the artist, Tila is the vocals, Dodo is the drummer, and Sofa plays the guitar

The reason they are rejected is both because rock is a old relic of the past, and “artists should not have to hide behind a screen to produce power

Dj Subatomic Supernova — Dj Electronic Extraterrestrial

Djee is a digital, alien, lo-fi Disk Jockey

Djee’s offstage name is Ele(pronounced “L”)

Ele often comes off more rude than she intends to

She also acts level headed, but hides a fiery temper

Her crew are all object heads. Dodo is a planet, remi is a brush, Sofa is a old computer, and tila is whatever Djss is.

Ele’s dj station is shaped like a ufo, and constantly flies away, you use projectile notes to shoot it down. She forms a solar system around her like the original Djss. When her dj station is destroyed in phase 3, she grows in size and uses the stage as a record. In her final phase the stage breaks into multiple pieces, and she snaps, flinging shards of vinyl that you can parry back, and during this phase her music is very glitchy. After you beat her, she glitches out of existence

Yinu — Flora

Flora is a opera singer who is a hard light projection

I had a completed, completely different design, and I hated it. So I started over

Remi is the artist who created Flora. He is very passionate about her and Tilas performances

Tila is a pianist, and the voice of sayu. She feels bad for remi, since he doesn’t get as much attention as her and Flora

Flora is very protective of Remi and Tila, and becomes destructive towards those who hurt them.

During phase 1 of Flora’s battle, it is only Tila and Remi on the stage. Remi draws a gate around the stage, keeping the players out. After this is destroyed, Flora descends to the stage, her presence forming thorny vines around Tila, and a rose around Remi. When Flora is down, her vines disappear so you can attack Tila. Once phase 3 begins, Flora is angered, petals wilting, eyes going white, and thorns sprouting from her neck down to her arms. She grows massive destroying the opera house. She forms a thorny cage around her and the players, rooting herself in the ground. She sinks beneath the stage, thorns sprouting along her path. Once she sprouts back up, you can attack her. After you defeat her, you try to do your finisher, Remi and Tila knocks you down from the platform. Flora is relived, but they snap at her, blaming Flora for ruining the concert. They attack you with scribbles and music notes.

After you knock them down, Flora catches them, missing Remi’s tablet and Tilas Piano. Once they land, Flora is furious at you, and is about to attack, but is brought back to sanity by a somber melody played by her two creators on the broken piano. She looks around at the destroyed opera house, and slowly walks back to the two, shrinking to her normal size. She and tila softly hum to the piano as Flora fades away.

1010 — Tonal

Tonal is a kids band. They mostly do covers, but have recently made a album of original songs.

Unlike 1010, they do not have hair weapons, they do have the blasters tho.

Sayu is their manager. She is a mermaid who lost her tail in the border wars. She also has a spare prosthetic tail.

When you enter the ship, Tonal gives you a surprisingly warm welcome. One of you is charmed by the child androids. After you destroy one of the bots, Sayu flies in on the flying factory, deploying misiles on the players. Tonal also forms shields around themselves. Once their face plates are destroyed, they greet horrified fans(children, mind you), and they explode. After seeing this, Sayu goes all out. Spinning blades, bombs, and lasers fill the air and ground. You must shoot her down.

After the factory crashes, Sayu goes on a tangent about the war, her creations, and why she fights for NSR. You leave halfway through.

Eve — Sayas

Sayu is a fish creature. She is also a sculptor primarily, and is one of the players ex bandmates

The same thing with Flora happened with Sayu, except her design still somewhat resembles the old one

She and the other player created four sculptures out of various materials , and with her magic, brought them to life.

Do is made of glass, Re is made of copper wire, So is made of clay, and La is hollow ceramic.

When you enter, the four sculptures are resting on a lavish, colorful couch, with a golden statue of NSR’s CEO behind it. Sayu sighs as one of you struggles to understand the concepts of the piece, and the sculptures leave the couch, and Sayu rises as herself instead of the couch, and the battle begins.

Phase 1 has you fighting Sayu on her own, the statues standing aside in the corners. After this phase, she isolates you both, with two of the statues you must fight. Her ex is in a hall themed around coral, and the pedestrian(s) are in a hall that looks like the bottom of a underwater trench. The trench has very little light, and the main one is used to illuminate Sayu. Once the glass is broken, the CEO’s statue is brought into the halls. The coral turns to menacing limbs, and the vents into a volcano. Once Sayu is beaten for the third time you run down an empty hall, the statues standing a last defense, destroying themselves in the process. Glass, wire, clay, and ceramic shards fly towards you in a frenzy. You both meet and Sayu is defeated.

The statues are broken, and Sayu leaves into a white void. Her former bandmate goes after her, comforting Sayu as she mourns the loss of the one thing she had left of their relationship. You explain to Sayu how she doesn’t need another person to be complete, and that she is strong on her own. You say your goodbyes and you both leave Sayu to ponder the words you said.

Tatiana — Siren Industries

Sayu is an abandoned project by the crew. She was a rock idol in her prime, but nobody knew who created her.

They split because Remi constantly went against what everyone else agreed on

Dodo, sofa, and tila made a new company, Siren Industries. Tila acts as the face of the company, managing social connections and political affairs, like the auditions. Sofa is behind the infrastructure of the city, approving construction in the districts. Dodo manages the economy of the city, deciding what funds should go where.

Remi is bitter about being left by the three, and acts as a stand in for Kliff. This is because he was against abandoning Sayu, and he was not the one to get her in the split despite being her creator.

Instead of a clock tower, the Nsr tower acts as a light house.

She is stored inside a usb, and she emerges as a corrupted serpent. She powers the light house.

In Siren’s fight, the first phase has you dodging attacks from “Sayu”, afterwards, Sofa jumps down sword in hand, and begins to fight you. After attacking him with the key, the murals shatter, revealing holograms of coral. Another phase of “Sayu” attacks, then Dodo jumps down, wielding the other sword. His attacks are more precise and do more damage. Once you key him as well, a stage covered with oceanic decor rises. This time, “Sayu” has new, more aggressive attacks. Once this part ends, Tila drops down, and the two swords are thrown to her. Once you defeat her, the showstopper shows them deflecting the blast with the swords.

After the fight, the light in the lighthouse shatters revealing a usb drive. One of you plugs in the usb. As the file loads, Remi congratulates you on your victory, and then gets into a fight with his former friends. Once the file loads, Sayu falls out of the computer, whole for the first time in a long time. Remi drops the remote in shock; he thought they deleted Sayu. You ask why Siren Industries has Sayu powering the lighthouse, and it is revealed that they and Remi made Sayu. Remi asks why they kept Sayu, and they say that if they didn’t, they knew he’d try to do it all on his own. They both apologize for the way they treated each other, and somebody accidentally pushes the button on the remote, causing the satellite to start crashing towards the tower. Dodo tells you to return the districts to the artists, and that they have a backup plan.

When attempting to enter the main plaza, you are bombarded by fans, unable to move outside of a small circle the fans have cleared, bots raining from the sky. You then hear a familiar voice “Need a hand?” Sayu emerges from the dark(think her phase 3 form) and draws away the crowd from you, allowing you to enter the grand quaza

Thank you for your time, and Disk Jockey Subatomic Supernova is next!

1010 Sayu Djss

#Sabrina’s sketches #no straight roads #nsr #nsr au #nsr swaps #Nsr dodo #nsr remi #nsr sofa #nsr tila #nsr sayu #no straight roads sayu

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joheunsaram · 3 years

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To Make A Power Couple - 02 (knj)

Chapter 2 - Pizza and Life Chats

THIS IS A REPOST SINCE I LOST ACCESS TO MY OLD ACCOUNT. PLEASE FOLLOW THIS BLOG FOR UPDATES ON THIS SERIES.

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Summary- Namjoon and Y/N go on their first date, and Namjoon is whipped.

word count- 5k

pairing- idol!namjoon x ceo!reader

rating- pg13 for now

genre- series, fluff, eventual smut, strangers2lovers

warnings- mentions of hangovers and panic attacks, tooth-rottingly fluffy

a.n- okay here’s the second part! I wrote this up fairly quickly (don’t expect this to be the norm!). This part I wanted to kind of address the stress of overworking as a young adult (GUILTY 🙋🏻‍♀️) so sorry if it gets a little serious at parts. I also wanted to switch it up so it’s from Namjoon’s perspective. I hope you enjoy it. SOFT JOON BEING A BIG OLD SOFTY.

Feedback much appreciated! 💕

taglist - @beach-bitch-bitch-beach, @sassyuniversitytacopeanut

Namjoon woke up startled as his phone alarm rang. He was groggy and his splitting headache made him nauseous. “I’m never going to drink again”, he mumbled. He groaned as he got off the couch he had crashed on the night before, trying not to trip over Taehyung who seemed to be dozing happily on the floor as he made his way to his room. He hadn’t stayed at the dorms in a while, preferring the quiet solitary of his own apartment nowadays, and with his hangover in full swing he felt like he was walking through a stranger’s house.

Last month was hell. He had procrastinated on his songs and none of the vocal guides were even halfway done before the due date. Every time he tried to finish a song a new one would pop up in his head and he would start on that, leading to a hard drive full of files labelled “finish soon” and “draft”, and a notebook full of scratched out scribbles. It was like his brain had decided to abandon him, deciding it had had enough of his perpetual melancholy. He had felt drained and burnt out, a husk with no creative juices left. Luckily, Yoongi and a few of the producers had taken pity on his stressed out state and lent a hand so he had been able to finish the bare minimum three days ago - before the label pressured him further. He was never more grateful for a small break.

In all honesty, he needed a way to jumpstart his brain, and get out of the routine of home, practice, meetings, studio, home. Sometimes, he almost wished he didn’t have the success he had so he could go out and let loose a little - a club, a party, anything. But the last time he went somewhere like that he got swarmed and the police had to be involved. He couldn’t risk that, not after the trouble Big Hit went to threaten media outlets a year and a half ago, when he was caught with what they called a hickey, but was actually a stress rash.

As he brushed his teeth today, however, he smiled at the mirror. Last month may have been terrible, but last night was one of the best he’d had in the past year.

When he had heard Bang PD’s team talk about how they were attending the charity gala as he met them for notes on his songs, he was intrigued. He had read about this non-profit in the paper before. They seemed to be helping bridge the gap between people through communication and that spoke to him. So much so that he had scrolled through their website multiple times, reading testimonials and almost memorizing the mission statement. They wanted to help kids learn English for free so they could communicate globally. He really liked the idea. It was hard for him to learn the language as a kid and he knew that the only reason he became as fluent as he is from the tutors his parents paid for and his obsession with American television and music. Although he didn’t need the tutoring anymore, he did enjoy talking to the in-house tutor at the company, John, from time to time and improving his skills. The fact that this company wanted to add a John to every school in Korea starting from the rural areas, made Namjoon want to meet the man behind the movement. Little did he know, he’d be meeting the girl who’d shift his idea of the ideal.

He had never been more glad to have convinced his company to let him and the boys attend an event. He had initially suggested it as a way to break the mundane before their comeback practices started and network while supporting a cause he liked. Two days ago, he wouldn’t have guessed it would have been an actual fun night leading to him nursing a headache.

He spent the next hour reliving last night as he showered and caught up on the news. He also read the messages he sent last night over a hundred times and had butterflies each time. Wasn’t he too old for butterflies? He wanted to message you again but every time he tried, he ended up overthinking it. Everything sounded forced or cheesy, and it was worse than any writer’s block. He threw his phone on the bed in frustration watching it bounce and land on the floor, before he grabbed it and pocketed it. Hopping around to get rid of his nerves, he decided to take a break from rereading the thread he already had memorized and check in with everyone. If his hangover was this bad he couldn’t imagine theirs.

Making his way back to the living room he found Taehyung now sitting on the floor, sleep still very evident on his features as he yawned and groaned. On the couch next to him sat Yoongi, holding an iced americano and staring into space. The rest were missing but he could hear a blender annoyingly whizzing in the kitchen.

“How’re you guys feeling this morning?” He asked as he sat across from Yoongi.

“This is why I don’t drink. Why did no one stop me?” Taehyung whined as he rose from the floor to leave, massaging his head.

“We tried. You were very excited to try all the disgustingly sweet drinks the hot bartender was making for you.” Yoongi replied with a sigh. “How was your date, Namjoon? You glad I forced you to go to the bar to talk to her?” he snickered, sipping his coffee before exhaling loudly in contentment.

“Honestly, I owe you big time. She was… amazing. I don’t think I’ve talked to someone that comfortably in a while” Namjoon sighed wistfully.

“I’ll add cupid to my resume,” he deadpanned. “Is she tolerating you for another date?”

“Yeah. We’re getting dinner on Tuesday, but I want to message her now. Argh!” He ran his hands over his face in frustration. “What do I even say? ‘Hi I’m the guy who was too scared to kiss you all night so you had to do it for him, what’s your favourite colour?’” Namjoon was annoyed at himself. It’s bad enough that he was having writer’s block in his music, did he have to have it for something as simple as texting too? This was ridiculous!

“Or you could just ask her how’s her hangover today. Jeez! Do I have to draft each of your messages? Stop being a dumbass and text the person you like.” Yoongi scoffed, clearly over Namjoon’s sudden and uncharacteristic insecurities.

Namjoon gave a resigned sigh as he reached for his phone and wrote out exactly what Yoongi suggested. Hey, he was his hyung for a reason - he had a full 6 months of life experience on him.

Namjoon: Hey! Hope your hangover is not too bad today.

As soon as the message was sent, he started getting nervous. Tapping his foot incessantly while he stared at his phone, willing it to buzz, annoying Yoongi enough to leave him alone on the couch in the process.

Y/N: Hi to you too! I actually don’t get hangovers so I’m doing great lol. What about you?

Namjoon: What do you mean you don’t get hangovers?

Y/N: I don’t know. Can’t get dehydrated if you’re always dehydrated!

Namjoon: That… makes no sense. Do I need to start reminding you to drink water?

Y/N: Only if you’re better than this app on my phone…

Namjoon: I can guarantee you I’m better than any app on this planet.

Y/N: Wow. Big claims! We’ll have to put it to the test I suppose.

Y/N: You never told me how you’re feeling. Oh and how’s Taehyung? Is he okay?

Namjoon: He’s doing fine. Made a pact to never drink again and if i’m being honest, I’m going to join him. I am shocked that your head is not exploding as well.

The messages continued easily after that, filled with updates of each other’s activities, playful flirting and even photos of dinner. By the time Monday rolled around, you had been messaging each other constantly, with no end to the conversation in sight and the only long pauses being when you were both asleep or working. It seemed like you would never run out things to talk about. Namjoon hadn’t messaged someone this frequently since he got out of his last relationship. It felt nice to relay his mundane day to day events to someone and he found himself excited to hear about your mundane, like how you decided to mix two different types of bad coffee blends to make a shockingly worse one. He was surprised again at how fast he felt comfortable around you. It was even starting to scare him a little - he only knew you for three days and it felt like he had known you forever! What was this weird spell you had on him?

The conversation Monday, however, was fairly sparse, and Namjoon was eager to set up plans for the next day, so that night he decided to call you.

After the first three rings, he was overthinking his decision. Maybe it was too soon to call? Maybe you didn’t like talking on the phone? What if it went to voicemail? Would he have to leave a message? What would he say? His inner monologue was quickly halted at the sound of your voice.

“Hello, this is Y/N” you sounded distant, almost too formal. He felt nervous.

“Hi… uh… this is Namjoon. Is this a bad time?”

“Oh Namjoon! Sorry I didn’t check who called when I picked up!” Relief washed over him at the change of your tone. “Sorry one sec can you hold on.” he heard you say as your voice got mumbled. He waited while he heard you talk to someone about proposals and deadlines. Were you still at work? He checked his watch - it was 10 pm. He didn’t know whether to be impressed by your work ethic or worried that you were overworking.

“Hi sorry about that! How are you?” He relaxed at your airy tone and smiled.

“I’m good. Are you still at work?”

“Yeah it’s only like 7 so it’s no big deal. I usually leave around 8” Were you serious?

“Y/N… It’s 10:04…” He was shocked at how nonchalant you sounded, and suddenly he had his answer - he was worried, not impressed. He had known you for three days and already you were setting his caretaker alarm off. He wanted to scold you for being careless and overworking, like he’s used to doing for the boys, but he knew it was too soon. He doesn’t even know why he’s feeling that way all of a sudden and tried to suppress his protective instincts.

“No it’s not! It’s…” He could hear your voice going further away as he imagined you moving the phone in front of you to check the time. “Oh shit you’re right. What the hell? Okay sorry I’m gonna put you on hold again.” Before he could say anything he heard your voice again, distant again but loud. “Oh my god. Guys, it’s 10pm. Go home! Why did nobody tell me? No it doesn’t matter we can do that tomorrow. Please go home. Pack up now! You too Siwon, don’t worry I’ll go home after I get off the phone. See you!” He smiled at the sternness of your tone - it reminded him of a teacher dismissing class.

“Sorry about that. I didn’t realize I overworked my team. Had to send the troops home” you laughed and Namjoon felt his heart flutter.

“I don’t wanna keep you from going home. I can call you back once you get there,” he offered. He felt bad that you were staying in an empty office on his account.

“Oh don’t worry about it. It was a lie to get Siwon off my back. I’m probably gonna be here till like 1 or something. I still have to get this done” you said matter-of-factly, like it was the most normal thing in the world. He knew that tone fairly well, having used it multiple times himself when he locked himself in his studio, running on nothing but coffee and energy bars.

“Okay I know we’ve only just met and we have our first date tomorrow, but do you want some company?” He asked before he could stop himself. The line was silent for a bit, and he felt self conscious, scared that he had overstepped and driven you away. Before he could check his phone to see if you had hung up you spoke.

“It’d be pretty boring for you to watch me just type away. Are you sure? It’s pretty late.” He was sure his cheeks would hurt from how wide he smiled.

“It’s not a problem at all. I was going to work tonight too.” He wasn’t. “We can just work together. I’ll bring food. Did you eat yet?” his words tumbled over each other.

“How very college of you.” He could hear you giggling on the line. “Now that I think about it - I’m starving.”

“Okay text me the address, I’ll be there soon.”

He had never been this excited to pretend to work.

He spotted you as he walked through the doors of the 13th floor, pepperoni pizza in hand. You were sitting at a long desk near the middle of the room. He was surprised as he expected you in an office, but he found you typing away at your desktop. Your hair was tied up in a bun and you were dressed in an oversized beige t-shirt, eyebrows furrowed head bopping to the hip hop track playing through the speakers. You seemed to be in your own little world. He felt like he was spying on you as he leaned against the door watching but he also liked seeing how you acted when you thought no one was watching. He was about to announce his presence when the track changed to a Childish Gambino one and you whooped and started to rap along.

You were now fully head banging and rapping the verse at the top of your lungs. He would be impressed by your fairly good amateur skills if he didn’t find the entire scene so endearing. His heart was doing somersaults as he watched you now fully engrossed in the song, typing forgotten as you got up and started to pretend you were on stage, an imaginary mic in your hand asking haters if they “eatin’ though”. You looked so adorable that he couldn’t help but squeal a little “cute!”

That’s when you saw him, eyes wide. He felt a little bad when he saw how embarrassed you looked, immediately stopping and slapping a hand to your mouth before bursting out in nervous laughter. He could write a whole album with that laugh. Oh he was so whipped, he thought to himself as he made his way to you.

“You know you’re not half bad!” He exclaimed as he set the pizza on the table, pulling a chair next to yours and settling down.

“Do you think your fake compliments will save you from the fact that you were spying on me?” you asked, crossing your hands across your chest, pretending to scowl but failing to do so.

“First, real compliment. Second, would pizza save me?” He opened the box and proudly smiled, loving the way your eyes lit up as you reached for a slice.

“Yes it will!” you exclaimed as you took your first bite, lightly moaning at the taste. “But erase that memory from your brain please.”

“Nope. Never. It was the cutest thing I’ve ever seen and I’m going to save it forever” he said as he also started on his slice. You pouted up at him, cheeks puffed and it took all the self-control he had to not kiss it off your face. He hadn’t felt this way in so long, it was like you were his first crush. Trying to control his pulse, he asked “What are you working on so late?”

“Oh I have a proposal due for a meeting tomorrow at noon and I’m only halfway through it,” you frowned wistfully at the screen as if willing it to type on its own.

“Can I help?” He asked, knowing fully well that he couldn’t. He just had an overwhelming urge to make that frown disappear.

“You being here is help enough,” you smiled sincerely as you looked at him and he felt his heart explode, a blush creeping on his cheeks as he smiled bashfully. “What are you working on?”

“I have a few songs I have to finish the lyrics for. Been procrastinating” he rubbed the back of his neck as he pulled out the notebook from his back pocket.

“Can I help?” you echoed his question to which he echoed your response grinning. He wasn’t lying though. Even though he had planned to not really work, as the night progressed he found the change from his usual writing spot inspiring. Sitting next to you, the sound of the keyboard clicking was soothing leading to words pouring out of him. He filled pages as he stole glances at you concentrating on your proposal, tongue peeking from between your lips, still bobbing to the music which was now playing from your airpods instead of the speakers. He smiled at the sight, before focusing on his notebook.

After about an hour or so of hard work, he finished three songs that he had allotted himself the whole week to do. This was the most productive hour he had all month. Antsy for a break, he looked over at you and found you staring at him, a hand under your chin. As he met your gaze you smiled.

“You’re really hot when you concentrate. Has anyone ever told you that?” you commented. He was taken aback by your remark, heart fluttering at your smirking face. Not missing his chance and spurred on by the comment, he scooted closer in one sweep till your knees touched and you were face to face.

“You’re one to talk. I couldn’t stop looking at you this past hour.” Gazing into your eyes, he was amused to see your smirk disappear as it was now your turn to be shocked. He reached out and tucked a stray hair behind your ear letting his hand linger, enjoying the way you sighed as he did. “Can I make good on my promise now?” He whispered, his face centimeters away, looking at your lips. The way you bit your lower lip made him want to take you there and then. The desk looked big enough. Hell, even if it wasn’t he could make it work.

“Promise?” you whispered as he watched your eyes flutter to his lips.

“To kiss you first…” Too impatient to wait for your answer, he brought his lips to yours, relishing how soft they felt under his own. He was thrilled at you returning the kiss, deepening it as you grabbed the collar of his shirt to bring him closer just like you did after the party. He was beginning to think this was your signature move, and he’d be lying if he said it didn’t immensely turn him on. He moved his hand cupping your face to rest on your neck and he could feel your heartbeat mimicking his. He put his other hand around your waist pulling you closer, wanting to be as close to you as he could get. He traced his tongue over your lips, his head cloudy with endorphins as you opened your mouth inviting him in. He had never tasted something so euphoric, his tongue exploring yours in a rush.

He could feel you pushing forward as he leaned back and allowed you to straddle his lap, your legs on either side of the chair. As soon as you were on his lap, he pulled you closer, both arms around on your hips, your chest flushed with his. He kissed the side of your mouth as he made his way down your jaw to your neck. You smelt like vanilla mixed with a fresh flower garden, and he was sure this smell was better than any drug in the world. He could hear your breathy moans as he sucked where your neck met your collarbone, licking to soothe it before moving further. He wanted to taste all of you. Your hands were in his hair and each tug made him groan into you, making him harder. He could kiss you like this forever. He wanted to save this moment so he could come back to it and relive it. He traced his hands up and down your sides, moving under your shirt but remaining on your waist, enjoying the feel of your soft skin.

“Namjoon… Namjoon… slow down” he heard you say breathlessly as he felt a slight push. He looked up at you, your eyes half lidded and lusty as you grabbed his face and brought it to yours. You were sending him mixed signals, but he didn’t care as long as he could keep kissing you.

“We have to slow down or I’m going to want to fuck you right here.” You whined as you both came back up for air, but you kissed him again nevertheless. Hearing you say that made him want to do anything in his power to make that happen.

“I don’t mind, baby,” he said against your lips, kissing you with urgency, biting your lower lip and pulling it gently to elicit another moan from you. To his disappointment, you seemed to have better self-control than him as you pushed him back, both of you panting as you struggled to catch your breath. He moved his hand back to your hips tracing little circles, feeling comforted by you smoothing his hair you had pulled earlier.

“There are cameras here. I’d rather not make a sex tape on our first date.” You giggled as you pointed to the black sphere in the corner of the room. He had never hated the obsession buildings had for security more, but the crudeness of your comment made him laugh. He had almost forgotten this was your first date, it felt like he had kissed you a thousand times before. You tasted like the relief of an awning in the middle of a summer downpour.

“I think we need to cool down,” you say as you climb off of his lap. “Let’s go.”

He followed you as you led him to the little kitchenette near the end of the room, unable to resist the urge to wrap his hands around your waist in a back hug. He knew he was being too clingy for a first date, but the way you giggled and put your hands over his gave him assurance.

“Lemonade, coke, or water,” you asked as you peered into the fridge.

“You.” He smirked kissing your neck, feeling bold off of the high from your makeout session.

“Joon!” you pretended to sound scandalized as you turned in his arms, smiling warmly. The nickname made his heart swell. It added a familiarity that he didn’t know he missed from you.

“You haven’t called me Joon before. I like it” he smiled as he pecked your lips.

“Hey! We are cooling down! No kissing! Now pick” you chided and Namjoon couldn’t help but wonder if you were this assertive in bed too, a million scenarios playing in his head. Okay, you were right, he needed to cool down.

“I’ll just have water, thanks,” he said as he grabbed the bottle you passed him, opening and gulping half of it. He hadn’t realized how thirsty he was for something other than you. You both made your way to the tables, sitting across from each other.

“So did you finish your proposal?” He asked trying to cool himself but failing as he noticed you running the cold water bottle against your neck, the beads of condensation dripping on your shirt. He cleared his throat as he tried to focus his attention on your eyes, a mantra of stay focused playing in his head.

“Yes! Finally! It’s perfect.” you smiled proudly and somehow he felt a wave of pride too. “What about you? Made any progress?”

“Actually yes. I kind of finished my entire week’s writing in that one hour” he was still amazed by his own progress.

“Okay, Mr Overachiever” you joked and he chuckled.

“To be honest, I didn’t think I’d be able to write anything, but I don’t know your presence is kind of soothing. It helped me focus.” Watching your smile grow wide, he continued, “I’ve been having pretty severe burnout this past month and it has just been hard to put down my thoughts, even non-lyrical ones.” He fidgeted with the water bottle as he looked at it, avoiding eye contact.

He didn’t know why he was telling you this. He recalled when he told you about his struggles as a leader during your first conversation. Somehow being around you led him to vomit out his feelings. It was… unlike him. Namjoon was usually not this honest on dates, or relationships, as much as he would hate to admit it. That’s the reason he broke off his last one. He felt bad lying to her about a busy schedule when he just wanted to be alone. She would have understood, she was kind and thoughtful, but it just felt easier to lie and not put the effort in to explain his thoughts. Even when they broke up, he lied and told her that it was because he couldn’t handle being in a relationship at the moment, when in reality things had cooled off a while ago and he felt guilty as his feelings faded.

He felt your hand reach out and grab one of his, intertwining your fingers. He felt comforted by the gesture as you rubbed your thumb across him before you spoke two words that warmed his heart. “I understand.”

“You know it’s hard to work at full speed all the time. It’s okay to not be at a hundred all the time. The valleys feed the peaks” you continued. It was a simple remark, but it sounded surprisingly poetic to him. He hadn’t felt this understood outside of the boys for a long time. It was refreshing. It was terrifying. He resisted his natural urge to run and hide.

“Are you speaking from experience?” he asked, needing to divert the attention away from his own vulnerabilities.

“Yeah. I had it pretty tough a couple of years ago. Too much pressure from myself, too many expectations. Led to too many vices and panic attacks” you shrugged as you continued and he squeezed your hand to comfort you. “It creeps up from time to time but my therapist and I have it handled” He looked at you in awe. You hadn’t given him a throwaway answer or switched the limelight back at him. You wasted no time in being as vulnerable as him, if not more. He knew at that moment that regardless of where this thing went, he wanted you to know you better.

“Thank you for being honest.” He brought your hand to his lips and kissed it gently. It was an intimate gesture but he wanted you to know how much he appreciated your words - how much he appreciated you - in that moment. You both sat in comfortable silence for a little while, playing with each other’s hands that were still intertwined, till one of you yawned loudly causing the other to giggle. With the weight of the conversation lifting, you both fell back into playful banter as you decided to pack up and call it a night.

“Do you want me to walk you to your car?” Namjoon asked, wanting to drag the night on longer despite it already being almost 2 am.

“Don’t judge me but I actually don’t know how to drive. I was just going to cab back.” he saw you giggle bashfully as you pulled your backpack over your shoulders.

“Oh, no judgment here! Me neither” he laughed. Why does everyone think it is such a big deal to not drive? It’s better for the environment! “Do you want to take one together? I don’t really want you to ride alone this late.” He rubbed the back of his neck, hoping he didn’t come off as if he was trying to dictate what you did.

“I’d really like that,” you said as you walked towards the elevators. He held your hand as you both got on, liking the way you moved closer to him at that.

In the cab you both sat closer than necessary, his arm wrapped around you as you both made plans for your scheduled date later that day, trying not to doze off. When the cab stopped all too soon at your apartment, he kissed you gently as he told you how much he enjoyed your company.

That night laying in bed, his heart felt full as he read your goodnight message. He was sure of it now. He really wanted you in his life.

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