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fistsoflightning · 4 years

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guilty or innocent // zaya & tehra’ir

tagged by: @windupnamazu!!!! carmela thank you very much for the pirate squad tag now featuring tehra’ir who could have been a literal pirate were it not for the calamity

tagging: open tag my friends!!! go wild!

warning; this post got long because of these two fools tossing banter!

With a promise of a zonureskin treasure map and Syhrwyda’s best cooking, you’ve managed to lure Zaya and Tehra’ir to stay in one place! Now’s the best chance to ask some questions for the Crystarium’s new magazine, The Crystal Echo!

Asked someone to marry you?

Awkward silence. What an odd question to start on, their expressions say.

“I… I believe… Dewah is guilty of this in his drunkest hour? I do not believe I could be considered to even be ‘dating’ Thancred… yet.”

“A’dewah with who? An’ seconded on the datin’ bit.”

“Who else, Tehra’ir.”

Both of them slowly turn to a table three sets behind them, where Thancred, Ryne, G’raha, and Y’shtola are having lunch at Syhrwyda’s behest; more of a sampling session, if one would ask. G’raha in particular stuffs a large amount of cake into his mouth as he meets Ryne’s widening eyes, the rolanberry delicately placed on a separate plate near Ryne where the rolanberries stack into a small mountain.

“But, Lun—well, I suppose Raha’s got two fambles to share, and a whole library of devotion.”

“What do you mean, two hands? Is that something Alisaie said?”

They never really answer about themselves, but any news about the newly revealed Exarch is better than none at all.

Kissed one of your friends?

“Why must these be so vague…” Zaya holds their head in their hands as they stare holes into the ground. “I… have not kissed Thancred, if he were to count— but, uhm.”

Zaya flushes red, but Tehra’ir is shameless as always. “Guilty! Whiddled I’d try my fams at surprisin’ tactics, and Zaya was the poor cove I set my glazes on first!”

“And I proceeded to push you into a wall of wine bottles that you made me pay for…”

Tehra’ir laughs heartily, and Zaya merely mumble-sighs at the memory of a wine-drenched, overly enthusiastic Tehra’ir being happy about retaining the element of surprise.

Danced on a table in a bar / tavern?

“Momodi would have my legs if I ever tried to dance on her bar, but I have danced for work in Limsa’s Drowning Wench before.”

“Ye don’t want t’ see me dance. Bein’ a rogue doesn’t cover dance floor etiquette, no matter how much it looks like I’m dancin’ when I fight.”

Ever told a lie?

“I wish I could say absolutely not, but I have. Three counts.” Zaya seems reluctant to elaborate on what they are.

“My career is built on lies. Shockin’ that Zaya still tried to be friends with me.”

“You do not lie to your friends, and hardly to your enemies. The only lie I’ve heard you spin was when you ate Y’shtola’s last tangerine tart before she could grab it and then saying it was Alphinaud.”

Tehra’ir squawks in fear as Y’shtola, three tables back, gives the duo an innocent glance.

Had feelings for someone you can’t have?

Zaya raises an eyebrow in confusion as Tehra’ir taps his head a few times.

“ ‘Can’t have?’ As in forbidden, or as in restraint, or...” Zaya’s hands trail off, clearly caught up in the confusion of loving someone you shouldn’t.

“Maybe a flight o’ fancy fer some o’ the nicer Garlean citizens... Nothin’ else comes to mind.”

Ever kissed someone of the same sex?

“My sisters, and on the cheek, but that is not what you are asking, yes? A girl back home, who wished to see if it was different than her boyfriend.”

“Innocent until we get home.”

Zaya whistles, a taunting expression crossing their face. “Ah, so that is what the letter from two suns ago was for.”

“Ye heard nothin’ o’ the sort.” Tehra’ir gives a steely yet joking glare as Zaya dons what could only be described as a shite-eating grin.

“Payback.”

Kissed a picture?

“Hells no! Have ye seen how dusty an’ dirty paintin’s an’ pictures get?” Tehra’ir’s face scrunches up in twisted disgust at the thought of kissing a painting. “I’ve seen how dirty Lumelle’s daddles get after a paintin’ session, and I am not about t’ put my gob to that!”

“That seems like something one of Ul’dah’s lords would do, to be honest.”

Slept until 5pm?

Zaya’s eyes shoot wide open as if to contemplate some poor decisions as Tehra’ir laughs it off.

“Actually, all eight o’ us Warriors just did so yesterday. Millin’ primals in Eden to runnin’ ‘round the Copied Factory takes it out o’ ye, right?”

“I was planning on doing the same thing tomorrow, truth be told… still recovering from the whole Light ordeal.”

Worked at a fast food chain / restaurant?

“Ye should really only trust Syhrwyda with cookin’...”

“We… may have set off the fire alarm in the Pendants when we attempted to make buuz a few suns ago…”

Both Warriors look almost ashamed at their ineptitude with cooking. Perhaps you should back off...

Stolen something?

“Secret plans fer a Garlean gun, the Silver Ravens, Jacke’s heart, money from some rich arsehole who stepped on the singers in the Beehive. It’d be easier to name somethin’ I haven’t stolen.”

Zaya gives Tehra’ir a blank stare as he continues to ramble off various items that he’s stolen, mostly from Garlean soldiers or noblemen.

“Stole once to keep Elwin alive, but… did Tehra’ir really say Jacke’s heart as if he hasn’t lost his to Jacke?”

Been fired from a job?

“Can one be fired from a chore? Otherwise, I work for Ul’dah’s guilds on a contract, so no.”

“Got fired from bartendin’ in a neutral tavern after they found me stabbers under the crates... although it wasn’t meant to last either way.”

Done something you regret?

“Holding back on my feelings, for one. Not aggressively ragging on Thancred during our first time in Il Mheg and Rak’tika comes to mind.” Zaya taps their chin lightly as Tehra’ir continues to think. “Performing a Tornado Kick on that poor robot in the Copied Factory gave me this giant bruise, so that too.”

“Remember the drinkin’ contest we had after millin’ Nidhogg?”

“Of all the stupid things you’ve done, you regret that the most? What about the backflip off of Kugane Tower that landed you tail-first on the lamppost?”

“...I thought we’d agreed never to mention that stunt ever again. Valdis dared me to do it!”

“Does not erase the fact that you agreed, jumped the full way up the Tower’s side, and leaped off without sabotons.”

Laughed until something you were drinking came out of your nose?

Zaya reaches for their nose at that, eyes sharpening in confusion. “That happens to people? Would that not burn?”

“Happens a lot, actually. Made a few coves do so t’ cloy their belongin’s once. Was a little disgustin’, but it worked.” Tehra’ir shrugs.

Caught a snowflake on your tongue?

“When the four o’ us got to Coerthas the first time, all four o’ us did the silly thing of openin’ our mouths to get snowflakes...”

“None of us had seen that much snow before; Syhrwyda and I grew up in places where it never snowed, while A’dewah and Tehra’ir had never had the chance to. Alphinaud reprimanded us for being so foolish despite being a teenager then.”

Sat on a roof top?

“We clambered up the crystal roof over the aetheryte plaza ‘fore we came here, actually! Zaya wanted to take a picture fer Ryne of the Crystal Tower with this tomestone we found.”

“Ryne really loved the colors when I showed her. I believe she’s even taking art lessons with Elwin and Lumelle now so she can paint the scenery of Norvrandt as a pasttime.”

Kissed someone you shouldn’t have?

“I’ve kissed a few poor saps before, but none o’ the ruffmans or someone taken... I hope. Comes with the line o’ work; seducin’ is on the table fer a lot o’ information.”

“Would it surprise you to say I have never kissed someone...? I was more interested in roaming than seeking out love like Mama had.”

Sang in the shower?

“Zaya might be the only one that has a singin’ voice, an’ they don’t quite use whids, so is it still singin’?”

“I hum in the bath, most days. Never have I truly sung before, but for choral purposes, I would likely make good accompaniment.”

Been pushed into a body of water with all your clothes on?

“Recently, and by Urianger, of all people. He and Y’shtola wanted to test if the Fuath in Dohn Mheg would still dare to bother them before Alisaie held her swimming lesson with Ryne there, and decided I was the best candidate to get soaked.”

“Watched ye get seaweed in yer boots for ten minutes!”

“Do not make me push you into the lake below the Crystarium, Tehra’ir.”

Shaved your head?

“Never shaved all of it, but I did have an undercut for a short while after the banquet in Ul’dah. My hair could not have grown out in time to meet Lord Edmont, so Tataru helped cut it short.”

“Never... think I’ve always had it down to my glazes at least, if I think about it. Seems itchy.” Tehra’ir’s ears flick as if to protest against such a bold haircut.

Made a boyfriend / girlfriend cry?

“Zaya’s not the datin’ sort —not yet, at least—an’ I tend to shy away from anythin’ that looks to last fer a while. Thankfully it saves me from makin’ the wrong choice that might make a cove cry.”

“I have made other couples cry, however, from sheer terror on Valentione’s Day when they inquire as to why I refrain from ‘finding that special someone’. Never wanted to seek them out, really. Kind of just... ended up attached to Thancred...”

Shot a gun?

“That would be best left to Elwin, unless you want me to hurt someone. I have only ever trained in bows and throwing chakrams, not aiming down the side of a barrel.”

“Limsa’s known fer muskets and rifles, but they never really interested me. My fambles are better ‘round stabbers than a trigger.”

Still loved someone you shouldn’t?

“Shouldn’t have loved Jacke, really; he’s technically the boss man o’ the Rogue’s Guild, but the dimber dambers back home don’t mind too much as long as I don’t use me charm to coerce Jacke into givin’ them shite assignments.”

“I... perhaps? I could not place the feeling at the time, but seeing an old friend fighting at the Naadam the last time we went and later finding them attached at the hip to their long time rival brought something up in my chest.”

Tehra’ir snorts. “Ye couldn’t tell if ye were happy or scared that one time! Not surprisin’ that yer emotions are indiscernable to ye.”

Zaya gives a small glare to their good friend-rival, but continues to smile softly.

Have / had a tattoo?

Zaya immediately backs away from Tehra’ir, who gets a large glint in his eyes.

”Ye know, Zaya, ye’ve never shown anyone but me that tattoo yer covering the scar on yer right arm with...”

“There is a reason, Tehra’ir, and I told you it already!”

Tehra’ir sigh, backing off, but as Zaya lowers their arm back down to the table, he grabs it and shoves the orange and gold band up slightly to reveal a small yet intricate depiction of storms making a ring around Zaya’s arm. A small name in swirly letters is peeking from the bottom, but Tehra’ir holds his hand over it charmingly.

“There it is!”

Zaya sighs aggressively, but relents and keeps the tattoo in sight for a few more moments before putting the armband back in place.

“A... fan, of sorts, saw lightning sparking around me once, and offered me a design for a scar I had earned protecting someone. A gentle gesture to soothe the hurts of the Calamity, in all likeliness.”

Liked someone, but will never tell who?

Zaya makes a soft ‘oh’ of surprise, which is alarming since they haven’t spoke a single word. Tehra’ir huffs out small chuckles as he watches Zaya attempt to regain composure.

“Hanami has told me I looked like a fool when I was around Thancred for a good portion of our time here, save for perhaps when Ryne was involved…” Zaya looks to their feet sheepishly, toeing the lines in the wood platform. “Both Hanami and Lunya figured my feelings out that way, but I was never good at lying.”

“An’ accordin’ to several hours o’ interrogatin’ by Zaya’s mum, there’s no one else! It’s been that charmin’ doofus from the start!”

“TEHRA’IR PLEASE. MY REMAINING DIGNITY.”

Been too honest? Ruined a surprise?

“I often come off as rude when speaking to new people, especially since I do not respond verbally to anyone. I did have Thancred tell some odd recruiters that their robes were filthy, though. They ended up in jail for assault...”

“Never,” Tehra’ir gives a mysterious smile. “I have a penchant fer secrets and skulkin’, an’ I know when to tell the truth and when to stubble it.”

Been told that you’re beautiful by someone who totally meant what they said?

“Innoce—”

“I’m pretty sure Thancred’s flirtin’ from Ul’dah counts, mate. An’ the flirtin’ he did last night after Y’shtola got ‘im tipsy.”

Zaya flushes a bright red before signing. “...Guilty, then. Tehra’ir, what about Jacke’s letter?”

“WHAT LETTER COULD YE BE TALKIN’ ‘BOUT, WHAT A RUMMY TALE YER SPINNIN’—”

“I can read his handwriting on the paper on the table. ‘The moon shimmered off o’ the sea like diamonds in the darkmans, and it reminded me o’ yer hair—’”

Tehra’ir spins on his stool to slap a hand harshly over the well-penned letter. “STUBBLE IT ZAYA ‘FORE I DO IT FOR YE.”

Stalked someone?

“Only for work, although that sits better in Tehra’ir’s rogue circle.”

“Once stalked a man fer takin’ my bandana, as a wee kid. He regretted it.”

Thought about murder?

”In the job description, mate. Have to, when lendin’ one’s daddles to the safety of yer continent.”

“I think I speak for all of us when I say we do not think about it much outside of Warrior business, save for perhaps when sitting in on our third official meeting of the day.”

Tehra’ir groans loudly at that, head falling into his hands.

“Now I don’t want to go back jus’ to ignore those swivin’ meetings fer longer.”

How about mass murder?

“Fer toads, maybe. Never felt like stabbin’ more coves than I need to.”

Zaya chuckles at that, slowly pulling a stuffed toad out of their bag as Tehra’ir turns away. The toad finds its way next to Tehra’ir’s foot before Zaya signs again.

“Once, and of Garleans when they were invading the Steppe a long time ago. I seriously contemplated bringing Ochir to the skies above Doma Castle and letting him swoop down at their archers.”

Tehra’ir screeches, stomping on the stuffed toad when he sees it. The brown toad doll makes a small squeaking sound, as if it were a dog toy.

“Zaya, must you do this every time I mention the toad problem?!”

Cheated on someone?

“I feel like we’d answered this already by sayin’ we’d barely consider ourselves t’ be datin’ our interests. Cheatin’ isn’t among our list o’ priorities if we’re still stuck on lovin’.”

Zaya shrugs, and that’s that.

Gotten so angry that you cried?

Tehra’ir starts to shake his head before he notices Zaya’s clenching fist, eyes tipping into a concerned look rather than a teasing one.

“Alisaie an’ the snow kids?”

Zaya nods, before adding onto his graceful interjection. “Was put off duty at Ghimlyt for a sennight to make sure I would not do anything rash. My anger resulted in several nights spent hunting for Clan Centurio.”

Tehra’ir pushes no harder, and smiles softly before looking to you to continue.

Tried to stay away from someone for their own good?

“Well, with our line of work…”

Zaya starts to fiddle with a pendant necklace hanging next to their Crystal of Light, shimmering a light blue in the sun.

“Comes with the territory, mate. Jacke certainly didn’t let that stop ‘im from stickin’ with me.”

“Before Ifrit, we all tried to keep away from being friendly in case one of us died in our primal conflicts. Not exactly what you meant, but it holds.”

Thoughts about suicide?

A stifling air comes about the table as both of them fall silent as the forest night.

“No thoughts fer it ourselves,” Tehra’ir starts, fiddling with a small fork next to his plate of seafood pasta. “But fer our mutual friend and spots where one might whiddle would be a good place t’ die in the darkmans.”

“That night was easily scarier than Titan was.”

They fall silent again until Tehra’ir picks up, a beaming smile back on his face.

“Moving on!”

Had a girlfriend / boyfriend?

“Is it jus’ me or are ye really interested in us havin’ a relationship?”

Zaya and Tehra’ir both squint curiously at you, but relent after a few moments.

“Like we said, not really. The whole love business is... complicated.”

Gotten totally drunk during a holiday?

“Not fair! Zaya’s impossible to get drunk!”

“If I can recall, Tehra’ir got his hands on a cartload of ale three days before Heavensturn, and proceeded to try and drink me under the table.”

“That was ‘fore I knew about Zaya’s swivin’ Echo benefits!”

“He threw up on Lyse’s new shoes in the middle of the large Heavensturn celebration in Rhalgr’s Reach and then fell into the waterfall below the Destroyer. What a mess he was then...”

As soon as Zaya finishes the last sign, Tehra’ir butts in with a different, wholly unrelated quip.

“At least I didn’t set the Pendants aglimmer this mornin’ tryin’ to bake cookies!”

Zaya gives a deadly glare at the already running rogue, giving a short wave and slamming back their hot cocoa before chasing their fellow Warrior of Darkness, pink petals and a blue flower forming around them as they lean into a full on sprint. Their Scion friends stare momentarily from their table as they watch the duo run off to who knows where, returning to their own table of desserts quickly.

Unless you can chase them, perhaps the interview would be best ended here.

#ffxiv #final fantasy xiv #guilty or innocent meme #tehra'ir naphto #zaya qestir #i changed tehra'ir's glamour again... whoops!#im love these two stupids #trying to get better at rogue speak when its not just the rogues guild as the characters?#zaya and tehra'ir are fools that somehow perfectly understand each other despite their really difficult to parse ways of speaking #cyan's guilty\innocent comment on zaya's mooning over thancred made me change one... zaya's a big goof when it comes to feelings #long post #raha has two hands and enough feelings for as many wols as he can hold: the headcanon #i also think ryne would like rolanberries! or maybe that's just me making a word association... oh well #edit: i forgot to finish tehra'ir's sentence on the 'laughed until drink came up your nose' one... whoops #zaya cm #tales from the blue

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minisugakoobies · 2 years

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Paradise | JJK - Seven

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: smut, neighbors to lovers (not quite friends but not quite strangers), slow burn, love triangle, Stripper!AU

Rating: M (18+)

Warnings: swearing, kissing, drinking, Jungkook in leather, Taehyung in leather, more ridiculous romcom tropes because I can never resist

Word Count: 9.4k

Disclaimers: NSFW, obviously I don’t own BTS - they just inspire me

Summary: That sexy man on stage - the one currently giving your friend the lap dance of her LIFE - is your super shy neighbor, Jeon Jungkook?!

A/N: It's date weekend, part two! I thought the last chapter was going to be the longest and then this one just KEPT GOING. So, if the ending seems like it's not an ending, well, that's because it isn't. 😁

Unbeta’d as usual. Please let me know what you think, I’d love to hear from you! Taglist is open. 💕

Previous Chapter ♦ Paradise Masterlist ♦ Next Chapter

The sunlight streaming through the window tells you that it’s morning. The clock on the nightstand confirms this, red numerals blazing 9:01. You groan, closing your eyes again. You’d been sleeping so deeply. What woke you? Your stomach rumbles loudly. Maybe it was hunger.

Getting up is a possibility. But the bed is so warm and cozy that you don’t want to move.

An arm wraps around your waist. You smile without opening your eyes as the memory of the previous night washes over you. Jin in a suit and glasses, cooking you dinner. Sharing stories about his life. Dancing for you.

Savoring his ‘dessert.’

Scooching backwards, your ass collides with the body behind you. A pair of lips hover over your ear, barely brushing the skin there. Hot breath makes you shiver, and you giggle, ducking your head. “Stop, Jin, that tickles!”

“Bitch, will you get the fuck up??”

“What the fuck!”

Jisoo whoops with laughter as you launch yourself across the bed. “Fuck, I forgot that you’re practically comatose when you sleep! I’ve been trying to wake you for like ten minutes. Apparently the best way to get you up isn’t shouting your name or shaking you, it’s spooning you.” She blows you a kiss.

“Ji, how the fuck are you here??” As your heart continues to race, the last shadows of sleep clouding your mind clear and you remember that you’re not at Jin’s, but back in your apartment.

Which has apparently been invaded by your friends, as Jennie pads into your room, coffee cup in hand. “Oh, is she finally up? Perfect timing! Breakfast has arrived.”

“You brought me breakfast in bed?” You gesture to the coffee. “Gimme gimme.”

Jennie holds the cup out of your reach. “Who said anything about ‘in bed’?” Get your lazy ass up!”

With a pout, you flop back onto your pillows. “Remind me why I gave you a key again?”

“Because you love me. Now shake a tit, toots, your food is getting cold!”

Throwing on a hoodie over your tank top and shorts, you trudge out to where the others are waiting for you. Breakfast is an egg sandwich from your favorite food truck, picked up by Rosé on her way over, paired with the coffee that Lisa brought. With all of your friends scattered around your living room, inhaling their food and downing that blessed caffeine, you feel like you’ve gone back in time a little, recovering with your girls again after a late night out.

“This is really nice, ladies,” you state, chomping into your meal. “Thanks for bringing me breakfast. But, uh, why the fuck are you all here?”

“So you can tell us all about your magical night with Worldwide Handsome, of course,” Lisa trills.

“Ooo-kay. But I thought we were going to do brunch tomorrow?”

“Oh, we’re still on for brunch! But once I figured out you were at home, I couldn’t wait for tomorrow to hear about your date with Jin,” Jennie beams.

“Well, someone’s just an eager beaver, huh?” You stuff half your sandwich in your mouth.

“Please never call me that again.”

“But how did you know that I was here and not still at Jin’s? I mean, I could’ve spent the night.”

“Jin posted a jogging story this morning. Knew you wouldn’t go for a morning jog unless your life was on the line. And even then you’d probably just roll over and ask your captor to kill you instead.”

You purse your lips. “Death is preferable to running, it’s true. Well sleuthed, Sherlock. You just came right over as soon as you saw the video?”

“Pretty much.” She shrugs at the look you give her. “What? I’ve been up for hours anyway! Not everyone sleeps all day on the weekends, you know. And on my way over I alerted the others.”

“I was at the gym,” Rosé says. “This seemed like more fun.”

“Same and same,” Lisa adds.

“Jimin’s place is just around the corner from here,” Jisoo informs you.

“Ah, you saw Jimin last night? I thought maybe you were with Taehyung.”

“I was. He was there, too.”

Jennie claps her hands. “Okay, great, we’re all caught up! So, you get to spilling,” she points to you, “and you,” she points to Jisoo, “don’t you think for a second we’re not coming back to you to hear about your night as soon as she’s done.”

With a roll of your eyes at your friend’s impatience, but a grin as well, you regale the group with the story of your evening with Jin. Jisoo goes green with envy at your description of the meal. She turns an even darker shade of jealous when you get to the part about Jin’s private dance. Lisa and Rosé bicker over whether Jin’s moves could possibly hold up to Jungkook’s, ceasing only when Jennie threatens to ban them from her wedding if they don’t stop interrupting you. (It’s an idle threat by now - she vows to cut you all out on a near daily basis whenever someone annoys her.) And then Jennie immediately buries her face in one of your throw pillows when you describe how Jin ate you out like a man starved.

“Must you provide so much explicit detail?” she shrieks once you’ve finished your tale. “How can I look this man in the eye the next time he has Yoongi & I over for dinner? What am I supposed to say if he offers me dessert?”

“From the sound of it, you fucking say, ‘yes, thank you, sir!’” Lisa giggles, lying on her back on your rug. “God damn, that man gave me real ‘daddy’ vibes from the start, thank you for the confirmation!”

“Okay, calm down, he didn’t ask me to call him that or anything.” But you can’t help but giggle as well, wishing you’d explored more of Jin’s commanding side while you were there last night. What if you hadn’t decided to come home? Who knows what else you might have discovered?

A slight twinge of regret twists in your gut, but you brush it off.

“Alright, we’ve heard the play-by-play–or maybe I should say the ‘lick-by-lick?’” Jisoo intones, long legs slung over one arm of your beat-up old armchair. “How do you feel?”

You curl into the corner of your couch, hugging your knees. “I had an amazing time. Easily one of the best dates I’ve ever been on. Top three, at least.”

“It sounds like it was a dream, honestly,” Lisa sighs. “The apartment, the meal, the man himself. An absolute dream!”

“He is quite dreamy. I mean, what can I say that I haven’t already? He’s gorgeous, funny, smart, a hell of a chef, a surprisingly good dancer, and the things he can do with his fingers and tongue made my soul leave my body at one point.” Jennie and Lisa both shudder for vastly different reasons and you laugh. “He’s the perfect man.”

“Pffft, he’s all right, I guess,” Rosé scoffs. She sits cross legged on the floor, back against Jisoo’s chair. “I like my men a little less boring.”

“Boring?” Lisa sits up. “What exactly about a sexy rich chef and his jet-setting lifestyle screams ‘boring’ to you?”

“Pffft, I said! Pfft!” Rosé waves her hand in Lisa’s face, blowing raspberries with her tongue. “He’s not that rich and all his world traveling just means he’s never around. And correct me if I’m wrong, but didn’t you do the long-distance thing once and completely hated it?”

Yes, you’d tried the long-distance thing for a few months once, and it had not gone well, but your friends were getting ahead of themselves here with these questions. You liked Jin for sure. But any talk of a relationship still seemed presumptuous.

“I like him. A lot. He’s so easy to talk to, and he makes me laugh, and seriously I cannot stress enough how amazing his fingers are–”

“Please stop!”

“--sorry, Jennie, but it’s true, and then there’s the fact that he seems to be genuinely interested in me, which is a nice change from the last few guys I dated, so… yeah….” You exhale a long breath. “I like him a lot. But worrying about long distance is so far down the list right now that I can’t even see it. I just want to keep things light for now. I’m having fun.”

Jisoo nods in approval. Meanwhile, Jennie is practically bouncing off the couch.

“Ahhh, I’m so happy for you! I love Jin so much, and now so do you! We should have a double date soon!”

“Jennie, I literally just said I’m keeping things light! Love is not light!”

Jennie doesn’t let your words deflate her glee. “Semantics. You’re hooked, I know it.”

Maybe you’re a little hooked on Jin. It’s impossible not to be. But you’re definitely not ready to make any declarations like that just yet.

“Speaking of loooove, Jennie, I can’t wait for your final fitting next week!” Rosé squeals, clapping her hands. “Aren’t you excited? We’re just weeks away from the big day!”

Jennie falls back onto the cushion behind her. “It doesn’t seem real that we’re getting married soon! Yoongi and I have been planning for so long, and been together for so long, that it almost feels like it’s still a hypothetical, far-off, ‘someday’ event.”

“I think once you see yourself in that gorgeous gown next week, it’ll really sink in.” Reaching out, you give her hand a quick squeeze to make the frown lines between her dark brows disappear.

“You’re probably right. Ooooh, now you’ve got me thinking about you and Jin at the ceremony, when he sees you in your bridesmaid gown for the first time!” She winks. “You’re gonna knock his Louis Vuitton socks off!”

“Oh fuck, that’s right, we’re going to see Jin in a tux, aren’t we?” Lisa pipes up. “Hold please, I’m picturing it and I need a minute.” She stares off into space, and you toss a pillow at her as she cracks up.

“When we get back from our honeymoon, we should go on a double date! Maybe Jin can pull those strings again to get us into Dionysus.”

“You might want to hold off on making any plans there,” Rosé drawls as she raises an eyebrow. “She’s still got that date with Jungkook tonight. I’m sure by the time Bambi’s done with her, she won’t even remember Jin’s name.”

“Where is the fingerbang phenom taking you tonight?” Jisoo inquires.

Lisa giggles. “Maybe back to Paradise? I bet he gets a great employee discount.”

“Don’t be rude,” Jennie chides.

“I’m not! I would go back there on a date! Are you telling me you wouldn’t??”

Rosé grins. “If he gets his hands down her pants again, she’s DEFINITELY going to paradise! Ayooooooooo!”

“Wow,” you shake your head. “No more caffeine for you.”

“Anyway… it’s not a bad place for a date, honestly. And they do get a discount, but only on drinks, not dances,” Jisoo states.

“Uh, good to know. I’m not actually sure where we’re going. He only asked if I was free tonight, didn’t say for what.”

“How are you supposed to know how to dress if you don’t know what you’re doing? Text him and ask,” Lisa advises.

“Oh!” Bolting upright, you grab your phone. “I can’t believe I forgot!” You scroll through your messages. “Speaking of texts…”

“Oh damn!” Rosé screeches as you hand her the phone. You cackle as Jisoo nearly falls over Rosé, trying to snatch the device from her hand in order to better ogle the photo of Jungkook he’d sent you.

“What? What?” Jennie and Lisa crow, crowding around the others. You quickly fill them in on Jungkook’s (rather successful) attempt to distract you from your date last night.

“Wow. He plays to win. I love that,” Jisoo murmurs, finger tracing down your screen. “Is that a body chain he’s wearing?”

“There’s jewelry in the photo? All I see are abs,” Jennie replies.

A rapping on your door makes you frown.

“One,” you say, tapping Jennie on the head, “two,” you bop Lisa, “three and four,” Rosé and Jisoo also get pats, “right, you’re all here, so who the fuck is that?”

“Bambi?” Rosé suggests.

“Nah, he’s never up before noon.” Leaving your friends swooning over Jungkook’s sexy selca, you pop over to the door and squint through the peephole.

And quickly yank it open with a smile.

“Well, good morning, Jungkook.”

The handsome man standing in your doorway grins widely as you say his name. His dark hair is a fluffy halo around his head, doe eyes still slightly heavy with sleep as if he just rolled out of bed. Which is probably exactly what he did. He’s dressed in a plain white tee and black joggers, the swirling ink of the tattoos on his right arm a vivid contrast to his outfit.

In his hand is an envelope, which he holds out to you.

“Hey. This is yours. Wanted to make sure you got it.”

“Ooooh, it is Bambi!” Jennie suddenly coos.

Loud catcalls and wet kissing sounds float from your living room as your friends all catch sight of Jungkook. With an apologetic smile, you push him into the hallway and close your door behind you.

“Sorry about them, they’re… a mess.”

Jungkook’s nose scrunches as he looks at you. “It’s fine.”

Remembering the raucous reaction of the crowd at the bachelorette party, you realize he’s probably used to having grown-ass women constantly hooting at him like unhinged owls.

“We didn’t wake you up, did we? I know you usually sleep in… such thin walls, I always hear your alarm…” you add lamely, thinking you sound a little creepy knowing his sleep schedule.

“Oh, no, I’ve been up for a while. When I heard you and your friends talking… you know, such thin walls…” he smiles at your smile, “I thought I’d drop that off.”

“Ah. Well, thanks for bringing me my…” Glancing down at the envelope, you realize it’s junk mail. “Life insurance offer.”

“Yeah. Thought it was super important that I bring that to you right away.”

“So you could help me lock in an affordable rate?” you peer up at him with a quirked brow.

“So I’d have an excuse to say good morning. So. Good morning, neighbor,” he hums softly, leaning against the wall between your doors, sliding his hands into his pockets. His fluffy hair tumbles into his eyes as he peers at you, and you nearly brush it away before catching yourself.

You feel your neck heating under his warm gaze and rub at it. “Well, uh, if that’s all you needed, I should get back to my friends.”

“I also wanted to ask how your date went last night.”

Well. This is brand new territory for you. How much should you say about your evening with Jin? Obviously you’re not about to tell Jungkook that he ate you out like a champ, but there’s no reason not to tell him you enjoyed yourself, right?

How the fuck do people date multiple partners at once without overthinking everything all the time? Jisoo needs to teach you her ways.

“Do you really want to know?”

His eyes go wide with earnestness. “I do, actually.”

“I had a great time with Jin.” Short and sweet.

“I see,” he nods, head bobbing slowly. “So nothing, uh, derailed your night? That’s good, that’s good.” His tone is light, casual, but you catch a twitch of his lips.

Derailed your night? What would–

Oh, right. His texts.

“Nope!” you proclaim, lips popping the ‘p’ forcefully. “Absolutely nothing. It was a perfect night.”

Jungkook tilts his head, eyes scanning your nonchalant expression, and you wonder if he’s going to press for more details when he pushes himself off the wall, sliding towards you with a smirk.

“So what you’re saying is, next time, I’ve gotta try harder, huh?” His hand reaches out and tugs lightly on the drawstrings hanging from your sweatshirt, pulling you close to him.

Try harder? The image of him in that black blazer, silver body chains draped over his chest and abs, flashes through your mind, along with the words he’d sent you, wondering if he could hold back the next time you were together - a threat, or a promise, maybe both.

How could he possibly try any harder?

His other hand tips your chin up, but he doesn’t make any attempt to kiss you, simply holds you there, keeping your gaze locked on his. A mischievous glint dances in his eyes, but that undercurrent of warmth is still there, just beneath the surface, and your heart does a little stutter step in your chest.

“No, you don’t,” you reply, corner of your mouth lifting. “That was dirty pool, sending me those texts. How would you like it if Jin did something like that tonight? Derailed our date?”

Jungkook’s fingers still caress your jawline gently as he chuckles. “He’s welcome to try. I’m not worried. Besides–”

“Ahem.”

You hadn’t heard the door open behind you, but the sound of Jisoo clearing her throat makes the two of you jolt apart. She tips her head, smirking. “We haven’t officially met. I’m Jisoo. I’m sure Taehyung and Jimin have told you about me.”

“They have,” Jungkook confirms with a nod. “Nice to finally meet you.”

“Here, your phone keeps buzzing.” She hands you the device. As you scroll through your texts–nothing important, just a cousin of yours reviving the family chat with some goofy memes–Jisoo turns to Jungkook. “We were just admiring the photo you sent my girl last night. I love your body chain. Is that to give her something to grab to keep from slipping off? Since you seem to sweat a lot?”

“Okay, thanks for the phone, goodbye!” you huff, pushing Jisoo back into your apartment and closing the door in her cackling face. Jungkook’s doing his best not to laugh, but a high-pitched giggle escapes him and then you’re laughing too. “I’m sorry. She’s… you know, I was going to say she’s not always like this, but she really is.”

“It’s okay.” He grins. “I’m just glad someone enjoyed my texts.”

“Oh, I didn’t say I didn’t enjoy them. They just didn’t distract me as much as you may have wanted.”

“Huh. I’ll remember that.” He starts to back away towards his door. “I should get going. I rarely see this side of noon, shouldn’t waste it. I’ll see you later.”

“Hey, what are we doing tonight, anyway?”

Jungkook pauses with his hand on the doorknob, biting his lip as he looks at you. “I thought we could check out Taehyung’s photography exhibit. It just opened at Mikrokosmos–a gallery downtown. That all right?”

Although most of that night is still a hazy memory, you do recall Jungkook informing you at Dionysus that Taehyung had just booked an exhibition at a local gallery.

“Oh, I’d love to go!”

“I thought we’d start there and then see where the night takes us.”

Spontaneity has never been your thing. Truly, you’re most comfortable when you have a solid plan in place, when you know exactly how and where the night will go. As close as you’ve gotten to your neighbor, he’s still somewhat of a mystery, which means you’ve no idea where the two of you could end up if he’s in charge.

It surprises you how much that entices you.

“Yeah. Okay.”

“All right.” Jungkook’s uncertainty dissipates with his grin. “Oh - tell Jisoo she’s not completely wrong about the chain.” With a wink, he closes his door.

You take a minute to compose yourself before reentering your apartment. “Okay, bring me the smartass who asked about the chain!”

By midday, your apartment is empty again. You’ve taken up residence on your couch since lunch, idly working through your streaming queue. The buzzing of your phone wakes you from a rom-com-induced stupor, and you lazily tilt the screen towards your face to see who it is.

Seokjin 👨‍🍳 (4:31): Hey there

(4:32): Hey yourself

Seokjin 👨‍🍳 (4:32): What are you doing?

(4:33): Just hanging out on the couch in my natural state

(4:33): 🦥

Seokjin 👨‍🍳 (4:35): I was thinking of catching a movie later

Seokjin 👨‍🍳 (4:35): Care to join me?

(4:36): I would, but I have plans tonight

Tapping your thumbs, you wonder if you should mention that they’re with Jungkook, then decide you’re overthinking things again.

Seokjin 👨‍🍳 (4:39): Well, if they don’t work out, you have an open invitation to my place

(4:40): Oh??

Seokjin 👨‍🍳 (4:41): If you’d rather cancel your plans and just come right over, that’s also okay

(4:43): Wow, such a generous offer

(4:43): I mean, I’d love more of that torte

(4:43): That thing was delicious

Seokjin 👨‍🍳 (4:44): I’m wounded

Seokjin 👨‍🍳 (4:44): What about my dancing? Wasn’t that delicious??

(4:45): Oh, it was 😙

(4:45): Suppose I could go for more of that instead

Seokjin 👨‍🍳 (4:47): Maybe I’ll give it to you

Seokjin 👨‍🍳 (4:47): But only if you’re good for me

Jesus. You close your eyes, remembering the way Jin had taken control last night, demanding your obedience. How he’d told you to be patient if you wanted your reward. Maybe you should’ve stayed and played around with that side of him a little more. It’s something you’ve never really explored yourself, but the idea of Jin dominating you… well, right now it has you instantly aching for his attention.

Seokjin 👨‍🍳 (4:48): Will you be behave for me?

Fuck yes you will.

(4:49): Yes 😇

Seokjin 👨‍🍳 (4:49): That’s my good girl

No one else has ever called you ‘good girl’ before. As your stomach swoops and your core throbs merely at his words, you can’t deny that you like it.

Seokjin 👨‍🍳 (4:50): Enjoy your night

Seokjin 👨‍🍳 (4:50): And remember, my door’s always open

These men are going to be the death of you.

Those dreaded first date jitters return in the evening. Although you take your time, hoping that you can lose yourself in the music that you blast as you try on outfit after outfit before settling on a favorite dress with a cropped jean jacket overtop, you end up ready way too early, pacing around your living room at 7:30, texting your friends for a distraction.

(7:32): Ugh I can’t sit still… why isn’t it 8 yet 😩

(7:32): And why am I so nervous??

Bestie 😇 (7:34): Awwww you’re so cute

Bestie 😇 (7:34): I’m having freshman year flashbacks to when you used to hyperventilate before parties

Lovely Lisa 💋 (7:35): Oh god I remember that

Queen Ji 👑 (7:35): You know what will calm you down? A good orgasm

Queen Ji 👑 (7:36): Don’t wait, go knock on Jungkook’s door now. I’m sure he can give you a hand.

Queen Ji 👑 (7:36): Or two

Sparkling Rosé ✨ (7:37): *rimshot*

Queen Ji 👑 (7:37): That could also help, if he’s into it

Lovely Lisa 💋 (7:38): Ji’s got jokes tonight, look out

Queen Ji 👑 (7:39): RUDE. I’m always funny

Bestie 😇 (7:40): I can’t wait to hear all about your date tomorrow, babe, but I gtg

Bestie 😇 (7:40): Guess who’s on his way over to hang out with Yoongi?

(7:41): Tell Jin I said hi

Lovely Lisa 💋 (7:41): Tell Daddy I said hi 😘

Bestie 😇 (7:42: I’m not telling him anything

Bestie 😇 (7:42): That would require looking at him and I just can’t right now

Bestie 😇 (7:42): Not without imagining him gyrating to Pony

(7:43): I told you, it was Pour It Up

(7:43): And it was 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

Bestie 😇 (7:43): I gtg hide now, BYE

Sparkling Rosé ✨ (7:44): You still nervous, babe?

(7:44): A little

Queen Ji 👑 (7:45): Just take a deep breath

Queen Ji 👑 (7:45): And let it go

Queen Ji 👑 (7:45): We’ll see you in the morning

Lovely Lisa 💋 (7:46): Have fun!

Sparkling Rosé ✨ (7:47): Go ride that stag into the sunset!

Lovely Lisa 💋 (7:47): What

Queen Ji 👑 (7:47): What

(7:48): …

Sparkling Rosé ✨ (7:48): You know

Sparkling Rosé ✨ (7:48): Because we call him Bambi?

(7:49): But

(7:49): Who rides a stag??

Sparkling Rosé ✨ (7:50): I don’t know! I need some sort of rallying cry!

Queen Ji 👑 (7:50): Keep trying

Sparkling Rosé ✨ (7:51): Whatever, just go get it, babe

(7:51): Love you idiots

Lovely Lisa 💋 (7:51): Love you too!

Sparkling Rosé ✨ (7:52): 😘😘😘

There’s a knock at exactly eight. Smoothing your skirt, you pause at the door, waiting for your nerves to settle before opening.

“Hey, Jungkook,” you greet him in a somewhat hushed voice, slightly dazzled by the gorgeous man standing on the other side.

Jungkook wears his standard black, clad in a button-down under a leather jacket and matching leather pants, a small bouquet of lush pink peonies clutched in his hand. A single curl has sprung loose from his slicked-back hair and hangs in his warm chocolate eyes as he smiles at your tiny hello. The smile is a shy one, reminding you of so many hallway run-ins over the years.

With that gentle grin, all of your nerves completely disappear.

“Hey,” he breathes your name just as softly, handing you the flowers. “You look… wow. I mean, beautiful.”

“Thanks, Jungkook,” you beam back at him before inhaling the bouquet’s sweet scent, thankful to have a reason to glance away or else you’re pretty sure you’d just stare into his eyes wordlessly for way too long. He looks like he should be starring in a romantic movie about falling for the rebellious leader of a rival biker gang, or something similarly angsty but sexy, not taking you out on a date. It’s a dramatic look, for sure, but it definitely works for him.

“These are so pretty! Thank you.” When’s the last time someone even brought you flowers? Graduation? Yeah, you’re pretty sure it was when you finished school and it was your parents who brought them. “Here, come in for a minute so I can put them in some water.”

Jungkook steps ahead of you into the kitchen and leans over the sink, inspecting it while you rummage through your cupboard for the one vase you own. You give him a curious look.

“Just checking for spiders. Don’t worry. You’re safe.”

You hide your face behind the cabinet door, lips twisting in a tiny grin. If he’s going to be this cute all night, you’re absolutely not going to survive. “Thanks. I appreciate it.” Once the flowers are arranged, you gesture to the door. “Shall we?”

“Let’s.”

You’re both quiet in the elevator. The nerves you felt earlier have been replaced with excitement. It thrums through your veins as the two of you descend. It isn’t until you land that you realize he’d pressed the button for the basement garage and not the lobby.

“I didn’t know you had a car.” Keeping a car in the city is too much of a useless expense for you, especially when public transportation is so readily available.

“I don’t,” he replies, coming to a stop at one of the parking spots.

Oh. Oh no.

Let’s review everything you know for a fact about yourself, shall we?

You’re not spontaneous

You like plans, routine, order

You’re not a risk-taker

Standing there, staring at the sleek black (of course!) motorcycle that Jungkook is currently leaning against, you suddenly realize that maybe you should’ve filled him in on any one of those bullet points prior to tonight. Because if he knew any of that about you, he’d know there’s no way you’re getting on that thing. It’s too dangerous for your anxious self.

“Here.” He hands you a bright purple helmet and you take it, holding it out and away from your body like a piece of dirty laundry, staring at it in confusion. Fuck, he really expects you to go along with this.

Throwing one long leg over the seat, Jungkook climbs onto the bike. As he’s fiddling with his own helmet, he realizes you haven’t moved.

"What's the matter - have you never ridden on a motorcycle before?"

You shake your head.

He laughs, tugging your hand to pull you closer. "Don't worry, I'll go slow. All you have to do is hold on tight."

“Jungkook, I–” can’t get on that thing, is he crazy?

His mirth disappears as he takes in your wide-eyed stare. “Oh shit, are you okay? You look terrified.”

“I just… It’s not fear, exactly? I’ve just never had the desire to ride a motorcycle before. And I feel like I’m always reading about accidents with these things and I just…” you trail off.

“Look, I’m not a speed racer! I won’t go faster than the limit. And I know that all drivers think they’re good drivers, but I promise you that I am.” He’s still holding your hand, and his fingers tighten around yours. “Do you trust me?”

“I do.” Him, you trust. The machine itself, you do not.

“Then are you comfortable with going for a ride with me?”

Despite your hesitation, you can’t help but admire the way he looks on that thing. He leans over the handlebars as he watches you closely, and suddenly you envision yourself on the back, arms wrapped around his waist, clinging to him as he zips through the crowded downtown streets, glittering glass and chrome buildings reflecting the starlight above you.

Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to try something new, especially knowing you’re safe in his hands?

Oh fuck, you actually want to try this, don’t you?

Jungkook takes your silence as a no. “It’s okay if you don’t want to. I don’t have to drive us. Let me call a ride.”

“No!” He pauses, hand halfway out of his jacket pocket, holding his phone as you emphatically decline his offer. “No. Let’s go.”

Before you can change your mind again, you swing your leg over the bike and look at him defiantly, as if he were the one preventing you from getting on the whole time.

Jungkook examines you with a grin, helping you secure your helmet properly. “Are you sure?”

You nod, tucking your skirt underneath you.

The motorcycle rumbles to life. It’s an odd feeling, the way the machine vibrates between your legs, but it also gives you a bit of a thrill. Jungkook’s shouting over the engine is barely audible as he commands, “Hold on tight!”

He starts slowly, steering the bike up the garage ramp and out onto the street. For the first few blocks, he mostly idles along behind the traffic. But once the other vehicles start to clear, he speeds up, and you lose your breath. Not in fear, but joy.

It’s exhilarating. The wind whips past you, your jean jacket keeping you warm as the two of you dart between cars, seeking open road. Your grip is iron, hanging on to Jungkook as tightly as you possibly can, his leather jacket smooth under your grasping hands. But even with the cold air and the soreness of the muscles in your arms, you’re elated, tipping your head back to watch the neon lights of the city dance with the stars as you speed down the road towards the gallery.

You could maybe get used to this feeling.

The bike drifts to a stop at a red light, and you feel Jungkook’s hand land on your arm, giving it a gentle pat. Interpreting this as him asking how you’re doing, you pull one hand away long enough to flash him a thumbs up. You feel rather than hear him laugh as you hurriedly lock your arm back in place before you’re off again.

After several more blocks go whizzing by, Jungkook brings the motorcycle to a stop. You release him, shaking out your arms before yanking off the helmet. Gingerly, you climb off the bike, thankful you wore flats tonight because you’re just not graceful enough to pull off one-legged stances in heels.

“How was your first ride?” Jungkook inquires, eyes glinting as he smooths a hand over his hair.

You can’t help but grin. “Pretty fucking great.”

His brows twitch in amusement. “That’s what every man likes to hear.”

“Oh god,” you cluck your tongue as he giggles. His laugh always surprises you, such a sweet sound that just bubbles up out of this total stud of a man. It’s rather disarming, or it would be if you weren’t already completely under his charms.

He guides you down the sidewalk with a hand on the small of your back, walking single file to allow others by. It’s a warm night, so the street is crawling with people out reveling, the little patios of the restaurants and bars you pass overflowing with patrons. Normally, you’d be griping about the crowds, but there’s an electricity in the air tonight that is magically transforming all your peeves into delights.

And the source of the spark is at your back, voice gently pointing out the gallery ahead of you.

Like the streets outside, Mikrokosmos is busy when you arrive, full of people milling about as caterers wander between them. Art covers every possible inch of space on the walls and several large pieces are scattered throughout the floor. Jungkook leads you towards the back of the gallery, where red velvet curtains have cordoned off a section of the room, and you spot a somewhat familiar face.

“Kook-ah, you made it!” It’s the tall dancer from Paradise, standing near a giant portrait of himself. He runs a large hand through his blue hair and grins, dimples popping.

“Hey hyung.” Jungkook grabs two glasses of champagne from a meandering caterer and hands you one. “This is YN. YN, this is Namjoon. We work together.”

“Oh, I remember,” you smile, and the tall man drops his head shyly. Lord, how are all of these gorgeous men so bashful? It’s incredibly charming. “Nice to meet you.”

“Likewise. I’ve heard quite a bit about you.”

“Oh?” You turn and tip your head at Jungkook, who suddenly notices Namjoon’s portrait and inspects it very closely. You can’t blame him for taking interest in it - it’s a striking black and white shot of the handsome dancer sitting at the bar at Paradise, nose deep in a book while in the background of the photo someone is performing on stage. “That’s… intimidating.”

Namjoon laughs, a deep, rumbly sound that makes your heart skip a beat. Somewhere you can practically feel Rosé psychically trembling with jealousy. You might have to try to get his number from Jungkook for her–you know he left quite an impression on her during the trip to Paradise (and honestly, same). “No worries. All good stuff. Hey, Kook, are you going to show her your portrait?”

“I haven’t seen it yet. Where is it?”

“Kook!” Taehyung appears from behind the curtain, dark eyes skimming over your figure as he nods in greeting. You swallow thickly, suddenly nervous under his intense gaze, before a brilliant boxy smile crosses his face. “Thank you for coming to my show! And for bringing my friend with you.” He sweeps you into a surprisingly strong hug, not giving you a second to recover from the whiplash of his duality.

Once again, he’s dressed in an outfit that would look completely mad on anyone who wasn’t stunningly handsome like himself - long flowery black and white robe over a black silk shirt and black leather pants adorned with various chains, zippers, and straps.

“Okay, Taehyung, you can let go of my date now,” Jungkook protests, but Taehyung ignores him, slipping his hand into yours.

“Kookie’s portrait is right over here,” he announces, steering you towards another section of the room. “Wait - you don’t mind nudity, right?”

“No?” you reply, still slightly shaken from his hug, and he laughs.

“I didn’t think so. Behold, my masterpiece!”

When you reflect back on this day later in your life, you know it’s going to be a flashbulb moment. The first time you saw Jeon Jungkook completely naked. Hanging on the wall, in a room full of strangers, all tilting their heads in unison as they view the, uh, masterpiece in front of them. Brought to vivid life by Taehyung’s camera and blown up to fucking enormous size.

Jungkook stands underneath the lit sign that hangs on the wall at the back of the stage, flashing the name of the strip club. Whereas the other photography in Taehyung’s exhibit is all black and white, Jungkook’s photo is in vibrant color. The bright pink neon shine of the sign illuminates the contours of his face underneath his jet-black curls and bathes the rest of his body in a soft glow. Although his frame faces the camera straight-on, his head is angled away just the tiniest bit so he’s not looking at the observer, his expression guarded.

“Well? What do you think?”

“It’s… stunning, Taehyung.” You quite literally feel stunned, letting your eyes wander over Jungkook’s bare figure like you’re studying a map, learning how all the valleys and ridges of his muscles connect, while studiously avoiding the… giant peak between his legs.

Then you stop. Obviously Jungkook has no issue with displaying his body, so why should you act like you shouldn’t look? So you do.

The phrase “beautiful cock” always seemed an oxymoron to you, but the first word to pop into your head upon getting an eyeful of his manhood is “gorgeous,” so perhaps you need to rethink that stance. It’s long, which is no surprise given his height, and elegantly curved, and you allow yourself to gawk for a few seconds before snapping your gaze back to his face.

Beyond Jungkook’s incredible physique, there’s something else captivating about the photo, a juxtaposition between his posture and his nakedness that intrigues you. Despite the fact that he is completely nude, just by refusing to make eye contact with the camera he’s hiding a part of himself away. With that choice, he doesn’t give complete control over to the viewer. It's a fascinating dynamic.

“The title of my collection is “Private Show.” It’s about what we choose to reveal to others, viewed through the portraits of my coworkers at Paradise–some posed, some candid,” Taehyung explains, and you feel inordinately pleased with yourself for actually sensing that dynamic from Jungkook’s portrait. “Please, take your time exploring the photos, and let me know what you think.”

With a final squeeze of your hand, Taehyung scurries off to talk to a gallery patron who is admiring another one of his shots. Jungkook quietly sidles up beside you.

“So…this is the first time you’ve seen this?” Glancing over at Jungkook, you’re surprised to find him looking embarrassed, the tips of his ears flushing red. “Are you blushing right now?” you poke him lightly, and his cheeks begin to match his ears. “Did you forget you posed naked?”

“I just… didn’t realize how big the portrait would end up,” he mutters. “Or that my shot is his centerpiece.”

“Ah. Well, Taehyung probably knew that such a beautiful subject deserved a spotlight as big as this.”

Jungkook is nearly crimson now, reflexively covering his ears as if to shut out your words. Given how much he loves to fluster you, you’re very much enjoying the way he reacts to your praise. “Uh, if I can tear you away from Tae’s exhibit for a moment, I want to show you something.”

He directs you over to another corner of the room, where a beautiful painting of a cherry blossom tree hangs.

“Jungkook!” It’s the tree you’d found him working on the night you burst into his apartment to yell at him. “That’s your tree!” He just nods as you step forward to read the name of the piece off the tiny card hanging below it. “Spring Day.”

“I wasn’t sure if you’d remember it.”

“I couldn’t forget something so lovely.” Tearing your gaze away from the painting, you find him observing you closely. A slow smile crosses his face and your body buzzes from your head to your toes. Your fingers lace with his as his eyes crinkle.

“So is this the first painting you’ve had in a gallery?”

The two of you walk through the gallery hand-in-hand, talking as you stop to admire pieces here and there. Taehyung’s collection is definitely the star of the evening, with many patrons gathering around to laud his talent along with you.

“No, I’ve had a few here before. The owner is a really great supporter of the local art scene, and she’s helped me sell a few pieces over the years.”

“How long have you been painting? Or sketching, drawing, sorry… I know you said you do it all, so I guess I should ask how long you’ve been an artist?”

Jungkook laughs, snagging a few tiny pastry bites from a passing caterer. “That’s a loaded question. I could say I’ve been an artist since I learned to finger paint as a little kid. Or I could say I’ve been an artist since I got my degree. Or I could even say I’ve been an artist since I sold my first painting when I was seventeen. It really depends on your definition of the word.”

“Sorry,” you apologize, a little overwhelmed. “I’m out of my depth when it comes to discussing stuff like this. Art is a totally foreign world to me. I can’t even draw stick figures.”

“It’s all right. I’m just teasing you. I’ve always loved drawing, so I like to think I’ve been an artist since I was really young and first learned how to hold a crayon. I went to school for it and now I’m trying to make a career out of it.”

“Oh really? And how is that going?”

“Uh, well, you already know what I do for a living, so you tell me,” he intones drily, the corner of his mouth lifting in a tiny smirk, and you laugh.

“I vaguely recall what it is you do. Could use a reminder, to be honest,” you inform him playfully, toying with the zipper on his leather jacket.

“A reminder, huh?” Jungkook glances around. “C’mere.” He slips into a hallway near the back of the building, tugging you along, and before you can blink, you’re pressed up against a wall as he places one arm on either side of your head, caging you in. “Would you like a visual refresher, or a hands-on demonstration?”

“I–uh–holy fuck,” you stammer out as he lifts the bottom of his shirt slightly, teasing you with a reveal of the v-line of his hips above the waistband of his pants. Hands-on definitely sounds like the way to go, but you’re dumbstruck by the closeness of him, unable to answer. Beneath the scent of leather, he smells like the ocean, rolling waves on a hot summer’s day, and you long to dive in.

With a dark chuckle, he backs away, twirling you off the wall and into his embrace. “I’m not sure you can handle that right now.”

“I wouldn’t mind trying,” you mumble as his laughing lips meet yours.

It’s a heated kiss, his tongue seeking entrance to your mouth, your lips parting eagerly to allow him inside. But it doesn’t last as long as you’d like, Jungkook pulling away with a satisfied expression at the needy noise that escapes your throat in protest.

Oh, right, you’re in a public space and probably shouldn’t be attempting to mount your date now, anyway.

“Come on, let’s say goodbye to Taehyung and get out of here.”

Namjoon is still hanging around as you and Jungkook mention you’re leaving. As Taehyung asks your neighbor a question, you motion to the tall man.

“Are you seeing anyone?”

His eyebrows shoot up. “Oh, uh, I’m flattered, but I don’t think I should, uh, fraternize with my friend’s date while she’s still on a date with him.”

“Oh, no, not for me!” Although, why not try to juggle three men at once? You’re apparently a daredevil now, riding motorcycles and all. “I have a friend that I know would love to get your number. I could set you up on a semi-blind date, if you’re interested?”

As you’re entering Namjoon’s number into your phone, Taehyung grabs your free hand. “Thank you for coming tonight,” he drawls in his deep voice. “Always a pleasure to see you.”

“I’m so glad Jungkook brought me!” you reply, heat licking at your face as he lifts your hand to his mouth. His plush lips are so soft on your skin and for a minute you’re incredibly jealous of Jisoo again. “Your work is incredible, Taehyung. Congratulations on the exhibit!”

With another hug, Taehyung releases you into the night.

“So where to now?” You stop on the corner, waiting for the signal to walk. There’s a group of loud men swaying to your right, clearly already drunk despite the fairly early hour, while other strangers jostle their way through the clump of bodies nearing the crosswalk.

Yet as Jungkook glances at you, they all disappear. It’s amazing–there’s something so bewitching about his eyes that you can get lost in them even on a packed sidewalk, with rude people elbowing you out of their way and others shrieking laughter in your ear. Doesn’t matter. His gaze is that spellbinding.

“Are you up for a little more walking? There’s a night market not too far from here.”

All the years you’ve been living in the city, you’ve yet to visit a night market. It’s something you’ve always wanted to see but for one reason or another never got around to–well, usually the reason is that you’re too lazy to leave your apartment.

“I thought we could grab something to eat while we check it out,” he shrugs. “But we’re also surrounded by bars and clubs right now if you’d rather do something like that–grab a drink or go dancing, whatever you want.” He studies your face, looking for any signs that you’re dissatisfied with his suggestions.

“Let’s hit the market.”

His nose wrinkles as he grins. Jungkook offers you his hand. “Come on, I know a stall with the world’s best corn dogs.”

The market sits on the edge of a park in the middle of the city, bordered on all sides by the towering skyscrapers. There’s a slight breeze blowing between the colorful rows of tents, causing the heavy fabrics to flap slightly as the two of you head towards the food stalls. The air is filled with so many delicious aromas, tteokbokki and odeng and hotteok wafting towards you over the crowds. Jungkook purchases two corn dogs, handing you one.

As you drift along, occasionally stopping to peruse a vendor’s wares, Jungkook reclaims your hand, threading his fingers between yours, and you can’t hide the smile on your face, dipping your head in embarrassment as he looks at you with a matching grin.

How is this man making you so soft right now? You’re cotton candy, floating on air.

“Okay, so tell me,” he says, tossing the empty stick from his snack into a trash can.

“Tell you what?”

“About you.”

Cocking your head, you eye the tall man beside you, trying not to get distracted by the gentle curl of his lips in the moonlight.

Fuck, he’s so pretty.

He’s also waiting for you to speak, and he nudges you with the hand that’s wrapped in yours,

“Well, what do you want to know?”

“Everything.”

“Oh, that’s much clearer.”

He laughs, letting you pull him over to a tent holding a collection of used and rare books. As you browse the titles, breathing in the slightly earthy scent of bound words, he clarifies. “I want to know everything about you. There’s so much I don’t know yet - like your job, for example. What do you do?”

“I’m a financial analyst for a mid-level management and consulting firm specializing in corporate development.”

“Cool. I definitely know what that means.” He runs a finger down the spine of a book, nodding smartly.

With a giggle, you launch into a brief, as-interesting-as-you-can-make-it explanation of your career. And then, at his prodding, a description of where you grew up. What you studied in school. How you met your friends. What’s keeping you here in the city. By the time you’ve done one lap of the market and are standing in line at another food vendor, queuing up for bungeoppang topped with ice cream, you’ve covered all the basics that make up You™. So you turn the lens back on Jungkook.

“But what about you?”

“What about me?”

“You know what I mean. Tell me about yourself now!”

He shrugs, swiping the cherry from your sundae as you swat at his fingers with your spoon. “I told you all about me earlier.”

“No, you only told me how long you’ve been an artist. You were starting to tell me more, when I–”

“Got distracted?” he interrupts with a wicked grin.

And those dark eyes.

You look away before you burst into flames. “Anyway… I’m sure there’s so much more I’ve yet to learn about you.”

Jungkook hums. “I guess… I didn’t tell you that Taehyung and I met in school, did I?”

You shake your head, taking a bite of your dessert. How did it take you this long to check this place out? To think of all the snacks you’ve missed!

“Yeah. We were roommates. He’s actually the one who got me the job at Paradise.”

“Oh really?”

“Uh-huh. He got recruited by Jimin, who saw him dancing at a club. Taehyung assumed Jimin was just hitting on him–which he also was–and took his card, thinking it was a line. You know, ‘Hey, baby, you wanna go to Paradise? Just call me,’ or something like that.” He smiles, the fondness for his friends softening his face. “He was super surprised when he called and got an actual business. Then I saw how much money he was making and couldn’t resist the lure of all that cash. Believe me when I tell you that the cliché of the broke art student is completely real.”

“So were you a dancer before you started working there?” you inquire, tugging on his sleeve to follow you into a tent filled with cute plush figurines. You pick up a fluffy calico cat and cuddle it close for a second as Jungkook browses a selection of animal ear headbands. “Ugh, wait, I don’t mean to send you off on another philosophical tangent!”

He laughs. “Dancing is like drawing for me–something I’ve loved to do for as long as I can remember. Took a few classes as a kid but eventually my parents told me I could either continue with dance classes or art classes, and I chose art, thinking I should focus on that since I wanted to make a living out of it. And yet here I am, paying my bills with my dancing.” He shrugs. “Can’t really complain, because I spend my days painting and my nights dancing, so in the end I get to do everything I love.”

You join him by the accessories, spinning the display rack with the headbands. “I’m honestly jealous. I’ve never had a hobby that I wanted to turn into a career. I mean, I’m an analyst mainly because I’ve always been good at math and stats, not because I love it or anything. It’s just what made sense when I was picking a field to enter. And I–oh!”

Your sentence dies on your tongue as you see Jungkook is standing quietly, patiently waiting for you to notice the headband snug in his thick black hair.

“What do you think? Is it me?” He models for you, turning his handsome face left and right, then widens his eyes dramatically and puffs his lower lip in a tiny (yet surprisingly powerful) pout.

You burst into laughter, clapping your hands in glee. “It’s perfect! Can we take a photo?”

Jungkook nods and he tucks you under his arm as you hold your phone out to snap a quick selca. You take a second to admire the shot–you smiling brightly next to the handsome man with the fuzzy brown antlers dangling over his head.

Even without the silly headband, you make a pretty pair, you think.

“When you send that to your friends, please tell them that Bambi says hi,” he instructs you with a cheeky wink, placing the band back on the rack.

“Yeah… about that… it’s my fault Jisoo came up with that nickname,” you admit. “I’m sorry! You just have such pretty eyes, you know? And I might have mentioned that a few times… enough for them all to start calling you that.”

Your confession has him flushing again. “That’s, uh… thank you. I don’t mind it, really. It’s kinda grown on me since it’s a step up from my old nickname.”

“And that was?”

“Thumper.” He laughs at your surprised expression. “Kids in school used to say I looked like a bunny. I guess now I’m a deer.”

“And the main character,” you point out helpfully.

The pair of you have reached the end of the aisle again. Rather than swing into another lap, Jungkook offers to take you to a favorite bar nearby and buy you a drink, and you eagerly agree. Your flats are comfortable but not really meant for so much walking.

As you leave the park grounds and stroll down another sidewalk, you continue your conversation. The two of you have been basically talking nonstop since you hit the market, not to mention the fact that all night you’ve been a bit mesmerized by his attractiveness. These are the excuses you come up with for why you haven’t noticed that the starry sky above has vanished behind ominous clouds, until the first drops of water land on your face.

And then the heavens completely burst open, catching you in a downpour.

“Shit!” Jungkook curses. There are no awnings to duck under on this block, so you dash madly down the street until you find a covered storefront to huddle beneath. “The weather didn’t say anything about rain when I checked it earlier. Hold on.” He glares at the app on his phone with a frown. “Damn, this is going to last a while.”

“Well, that s-sucks,” you stutter, folding your arms over your waist. The wind is starting to whip up, and the cool burst of air makes your teeth chatter. Jungkook takes one look at you and peels off his coat.

“Fuck, you’re completely soaked!” he exclaims, draping the leather jacket over your shoulders. It’s not hyperbole - your clothes are drenched all the way down to your underwear. “Shit, I’m sorry.”

You slip your arms into his sleeves with a grateful expression, shivering as the warmth lingering in the lining of the jacket hits your damp skin. “You’re the first man to apologize for getting me wet, Jungkook.”

He laughs, but you can tell he’s agitated by the sudden turn of events. It makes you wonder if he was just as nervous about tonight as you were.

“The bar isn’t far from here, if you want to make a run for it?”

The thought of sitting in a bar in your current condition sounds like an uncomfortable time. Not that you want the date to end.

“Or… what if we head back to change and dry off, and then maybe hang out a little more? If–if you want to?”

His grin is all the answer you need. On the count of three, the two of you begin to run, heading for where his motorcycle is parked. The rain continues to beat down as you sprint along, but you barely notice, only aware of the feel of his hand in yours, and the knowledge that the night isn’t over yet.

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coulrology · 6 years

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#kà #cirque du soleil #cds #counselor’s son #diana #chief archer’s daughter #i just forgot to post it whoops #i was rewatching that one recording for the tv movie and totally forgot i haven’t posted this yet #i know this meme is old by now but i promise i actually made this when it was still popular #but is this not what the show is about or what #no one’s gonna find this as funny tho bc I don’t really know how popular this show is on tumblr huh #iggy’s other stuff

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so, i wasn’t expecting so many to agree with me when i made that text post! wow! and just like i said in those tags, here’s the separate post explaining myself and my actions :3

First and foremost, I have nothing against any of the other characters this franchise has given us. Sam, Quorra, Alan, even Flynn and Dyson even though I would strangle them both with my bare hands. But when the franchise is called “Tron”, it sure would be nice for Tron to actually show up lmao. With that being said, lets get into it:

Overall I really think the movie should be about Tron overcoming/learning to live with his trauma (being Rinzler, betrayal all around, crisis of faith, all that jazz)

He emerges from the sea of simulation and throughout the movie he keeps flashing back and forth between memories from both Tron and Rinzler,

Naturally he’s horrified bc he’s the “hero of the grid” yet here he is having memories of doing some fucked up shit (aka show me what happened during his time as Rinzler)

Have the movie be about his journey back to Tron city, and his journey about returning to, not the hero he was, but the hero he wants to be

Give him more agency, give him c h o i c e s

I want this movie to be heavy in terms of its subject matter. Show us a hero who lost everything, including their own mind and free will

OOOO let this be an opportunity to give me more of Tron with a temper. Uprising gave us a lil t a s t e, but I want more, you feel me?

How did all this affect his view and relationship with the users? “I fight for the users”, and yet where were they when you needed them to fight for you? hm???

GIVE ME TRON MONOLOGUES (okay maybe not "monologues" but let me hear him talk about what's going through his head or s o m e t h i n g)

Speaking of Uprising, that and Betrayal are really the only time Tron gets any real characterization. And yet, not even the fucking comic book could make him the main character, smh

Anywho I want a Tron vs Rinzler fight, send tweet. end of post.

But seriously, I know they wouldn’t be able to physically fight bc obviously, but it’s still a fun thought

Throughout the movie he comes to realize and accept what happened, and this is a part of him that he has to live with

Give me like, a phantom Rinzler in Tron’s head. How he’s terrified that he’s going to become him again, especially when he gets angryyyy. Like his eyes and lights flash orange or some shit. v sexy

hm, i hate to say it but give me something similar to bucky barnes/winter soldier. those kinda vibes

Yet, while man vs. self is a fun conflict,,,let’s have a guest villain appearance by none other than Dyson! Wahoo!

So alongside Tron’s own internal conflict, someone is trying to gather what is left of Clu’s forces to become the new system admin. As Tron is figuring out himself, he’s gotta uncover who’s behind this dastardly plot!

Lo and behold, it’s Dyson

“But Bec!” I hear you cry, “Why Dyson? I really like Dyson!”

In conclusion, while yes beating Tron with the trauma stick throughout this movie is a neat idea, I do overall want this movie to be about his growth. What it is he’s fighting for. What it means to be a hero. And not just for the grid, but also for himself 💖

Listen, listen. I thought about other “villains” like Cyrus, or maybe the return of another virus, or even Dillinger Jr, but Dyson feels like a much more interesting foil to Tron (this post is already long enough so i’ll spare the specifics)

They fight, they yell about what's become of them and the grid, they fight some more, Tron wins bc of course he does lmao (Dyson couldn't beat him in Uprising, sure as shit can't do it now)

Tron looks at his hands (similar to that ONE flashback in Legacy) to see himself holding his blue and orange discs. Realizes he's stronger now than he was before 😌

(I forgot to mention he has 2 discs this whole time still, whoops)

#BOY THAT WAS A LOT SORRY #tron #tron legacy #i dont usually get the chance to articulate myself like this #so if youre here and you read this thank you sm #PLEASE feel free to add your own thoughts to this!!#whether that means adding to this or making a post of your own #if you do make your own post please tag me #id love to see it!#also yes i drew this just for this post

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Day 3 - The First Contact

Yeee! Day 3 has been posted! Though later than usual as I got distracted by youtube oof.

Also ignore how Ink's design seems to change time to time, idk how I want to draw him yet lmao

As always, Errink/Inkerror Week is by @squidiotslittlevoid and a written one shot under the cut, as well as explanations!

Please do not Copy, Trace or Repost, Thank you!

"So, you're telling me that you never touched anyone before?" Ink asked in surprise as he then glanced at the other, who just curled up in more on himself, Ink finds the other odd in all honesty, especially with the fact that depsite the numerous amount of times that they've been fighting, Error's always been the one that first approaches him. It confused him, as they were supposed to be enemies.

But ah well, Error not destroying means that he doesn't have to fight him, the guy's actually interesting after all! "No..." Error replied as he then leaned back. "I nEvEr ReAlLy LiKeD... tOuCh. EsPeCiAlLy WhEn ThE fIrSt TiMe I tOuChEd AnOtHeR, i ExPeRiEnCeD pAiN." Error admitted, looking up at the Outertale sky above them.

"Ah... That was probably my fault, whoops." Despite having feelings thanks to his vials, he's still unable to feel stronger feelings like compassion, sympathy, empathy, love, etc. etc. Error knew that somehow though... He probably told him before but forgot honestly, eh, not much he can do about that.

"YeAh... It... WaS..." Error trailed off as he then leaned back on the rock he was leaning on and then looking up at the vast space above them. "Oh! How about we try handholding?!" Ink suddenly sprang up in excitement and Error glanced at him in shock.

"Wh- WaIt WhAt?!" Error scooted back from Ink at the sudden suggestion and Ink just grinned at him. "Yeah! I mean, since you told me that one time you wanted to touch people again, why not start now?"

"WaIt... YoU rEmEmBeR tHaT?" Error raised a brow. "Well yeah, I have it on my scarf so... Actually, I think that's the reason why I wanted to meet up." Ink grinned while Error then shook his skull. "No, No WaY. i DoN'T... i DoN'T wAnT tO eXpErIeNcE aNyMoRe PaIn DaMn It." Error frowned and Ink's grin dropped a bit. Right, that was his fault...

"Oh come on Error! I promise I won't hurt you." Ink gave Error a smile and Error stared at Ink with clear distrust. "... PrOmIsE?" Error whispered and Ink nodded. "I promise." Ink then lent his hand for Error, who then stared down at it before shakily reaching out. Ink was quite patient, which was surprising, as he was always impulsive with everything, and impatient.

Ink watched as Error reached out before retreating his hand a bit a few more times before closing his eyesockets and reached out, quickly touching Ink's hand, Error could feel his glitches starting to act up at the action. It was... Painful. But mostly on the uncomfortable side... But...

Ink couldn't help but feel giddy when Error's touching his hand, Error did it! He actually- gagging once he felt Ink rising in his mouth, he turned to the side to quickly puke out the ink, blinking a bit before turning to Error happily. "Error you did it!"

Error's eyesockets opened quickly at the exclamation and quickly turned to the hand and gasped. "I... i DiD iT!" Error couldn't help but feel proud of himself. He did it! He actually touched someone! And the proud look on Ink's face made him even more happier. He's definitely gonna keep this memory for a long time. If not, forever.

~~~~~ Explanations ~~~~~

Anyways, so, explaining Error's speaking first.

This was set before Day 1 and 2, for when they're only just starting to get along, so Error's speaking isn't really... Controlled yet, and still erratic and glitchy as hecc

Also, yes. Most, if not, all of my entries are gonna be set in the same Multiverse, so yeah, this is still FGOD AU.

Now for the explanation of Ink, since this was set in the FGOD Multiverse, Ink was a dum dum and attacked Error because he thought he was evil, but they became friends because Error's been meeting up with Ink and been starting conversations with him in hopes to get him to understand why he does what he does eventually, which led to them ending up as eventual friends, or frienemies. They still fight, but not as often now.

So ye :D

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Jonathan Stroud & Raka Livestream Info!

For anyone who missed the stream, or if you just want a summary of it without having to watch the recording. I may have missed small bits of info but tried to keep up as best as I could! Thanks once again to @jonathanstroud and @doodlingraka for doing the livestream, it was lovely!

First, some info about their fundraiser and raffle: over on Stroud and Raka’s Instragrams are links to donate to their Ukraine fundraiser. Not only do you get the chance to support such an important cause, but everyone who donates any amount to their fundraiser will be entered into a raffle for the chance of winning an original digital artwork by Raka, signed L&Co books, and original Jonathan Stroud doodles! [link to Stroud’s IG] (update 19/03/22: the raffle winners have been drawn, and although the links on Stroud and Raka’s profiles are gone, you can still donate to UNICEF to support Ukraine here!)

Okay, now onto everything that happened in the livestream:

Stroud only found out the cast announcement was going to happen the day before

he avoided talking about the skull’s actor and followed up with saying the skull will appear ‘later in the series’, perhaps meaning the skull won’t be present unless the show gets a second season?

Stroud didn’t have a hand in the casting process, but he’s completely happy with the cast and is excited to see them all on screen

he recently finished the second draft of the Scarlett and Browne sequel

he doesn’t know when the L&Co show will drop, there’s no release date yet, but he hopes it will be later this year (they’re officially in post-production now after 9 months of filming)

his favourite dinosaurs are the mamenchisaurus and utahraptor (he seems oddly knowledgeable about dinosaurs)

Stroud’s Bartimaeus drawing:

followed by a L&Co skull:

the skull originally wasn’t going to have such a key role in the series, Stroud intended for it to not appear again after the interview scene but brought it back when he realised he needed a ghostly guide/intervention

he likes to imagine the skull floats in its jar despite knowing it’s meant to be attached to the base

on how he’d draw a Scarlett and Browne logo: “I’d probably just do a skull again because everyone gets killed”

he’d never heard of Legwood before, and was intrigued and very concerned upon Raka informing him of it

he then proceeded to try and draw Legwood…

“it’s difficult to draw someone who’s meant to be good looking”

“so he just turns into a pair of legs?”

“I hope there aren’t any children watching” - Jonathan Stroud, award-winning children’s author, whilst drawing Legwood

the masterpiece itself:

he treated himself to a biscuit after experiencing the trauma of drawing Legwood

even his publicist has now been informed of Legwood:

Stroud forgot Lucy’s left handed, whoops

he agrees that diplodocuses are great (dinosaurs seemed to be a recurring theme in this stream)

though Stroud doesn’t have a sole favourite scene from L&Co, his top parts of the books are Lucy’s interview scene (it was one of the first scenes he wrote, it allowed him to see how the main trio interact with one another), the Red Room, and when Lockwood and Lucy visit the Other Side in TCS

he found it difficult to keep having to create and write unique ghosts throughout the books, but his favourite and the most fun to write was the Ealing Cannibal

all of his main characters have aspects of him in them, but the character he’s closest to is Lucy (he seems very fond of her it’s so sweet)

he added that he’d like to be like Lockwood with all the charm but it’s a shame about all the repression he’s got going on

his favourite international L&Co book covers are the Ukraine ones by Ivan Sulima

they resumed sketch requests, to which Stroud then said: “I’ve done Legwood, so what could be worse than that?”

enter “Pork Lockwood”

Stroud: “I like a challenge, I’ll try and draw it”

(god bless Raka for explaining all of these crazy fandom inside jokes to him)

Stroud: “I don’t think this Pork Lockwood is quite as thin as the original Lockwood. He’s been eating too many doughnuts … I don’t think Lucy will be too impressed by this guy, really.”

he then goes on to clarify that “it looks like he’s holding sausages but it’s meant to be iron chains”

I cannot believe this drawing is a reality

the Q&A continues, and Stroud explains that the key to having such a large cast in the L&Co series was to slowly add them throughout the books. he liked that L&Co as a company went from being small to growing into a wider family, including Holly, Flo, Kipps, Barnes, etc.

Barnes gets called the “friendly, grumpy uncle” of the family

he’s doing the same sort of thing with Scarlett and Browne, slowly introducing a wider cast of characters

Stroud gets asked if he’d ever write any more Lockwood-related things, and he says that he’d like to write more Lockwood, perhaps a series of short stories about the different ghosts from George’s casebook (but unfortunately he’s too busy drawing Pork Lockwood to get on that at the moment)

another drawing request, a Hornbeak from Scarlett and Browne

a quick reminder that if you want a chance of winning original digital art by Raka, signed copies of L&Co, or doodles by Stroud, donate to their fundraiser for Ukraine in Stroud’s Instagram bio! (link to Stroud’s IG at the top of this post)

more Q&A: would L&Co ever play Dungeons and Dragons? No—they’re too busy living that kind of scary quest narrative in their day to day life, they’d rather spend their free time eating and sleeping

at this point Raka finishes her Lucy and Lockwood piece and moves onto sketch requests, including Legwood, George doing yoga, Danny DeVito as Lockwood, Bartimaeus, Skull, and Scarlett. she’ll be posting a sketch dump at some point (along with the incredible Lockwood and Lucy piece), so I won’t post them here. (update: here’s the post!)

god bless Georgia Lawe

Stroud’s go-to biscuits are Choco Leibniz and chocolate digestives

on what Stroud likes most about writing: you sit down and you haven’t got anything in front of you. it’s an empty piece of paper, and you get to create something new that wasn’t there before—it’s thrilling to make something new and bring it to the world (he then takes a long moment to observe the creation of Raka’s Legwood)

in the L&Co Netflix show the main characters still young, but slightly older than they are in the books (he confirms that book Lucy is around 14 in TSS, while Lockwood and George are 15, and they age 2 to 3 years throughout the series).

he talks about how part of the fun of an adaptation is that it’s an interpretation; it will be slightly different but that’s the whole point, and that everyone involved in the making of the show loves the characters and their stories, and the show has been created with great love and care (he restates here that the show is likely to come out later this year)

on why Lockwood and Lucy don’t kiss in the final book: some things are so special and intimate that it’s better to have to imagine it rather than have it laid out in front of you. he wanted to keep it as something implied, to leave the readers to connect the dots and fill in the blanks rather than shove it in our faces (he admits he was also nervous about ending the series with a big kiss, and feels that it would have been a letdown)

Stroud acknowledges Ali’s lack of trousers in that BTS trio on the bed in Portland Row picture, he was very pleased to see Ali doing such a George thing

on how involved he’s been with the Netflix show: he’s been a consultant from the beginning, and though he’s not been involved on a daily basis, he’s frequently spoken with everyone, seen the scripts, and discussed problems and questions with the show-runners. he’s been close to the production, but has let them get on with it because at the end of the day, they’re the experts on all of this, not him

on how he came up with the concept for the Bartimaeus series: he wanted to turn a convention on its head; it was meant to be the opposite of Harry Potter in regards to the fact the child magician is the ‘bad guy’ and the genie was the hero. that was the starting point, and the books evolved from there

Stroud’s favourite recent reads: The Sisters Brothers - Patrick deWitt, and True Grit - Charles Portis. both are famous westerns that served as inspiration for Scarlett and Browne

Stroud’s great advice for creating stories: “add a few giant otters into it and it’ll make it more exciting”

will we ever find out what happened in Mrs Barrett’s tomb: No, unless he decides to write it into the casebook short stories that he mentioned earlier

how long did it take to write the first Lockwood book? roughly 1.5 to 2 years since he had to build the world before writing the story, and then every book after that took a year each to write

on whether the show is going to stick to the books: he can’t talk about the show in too much detail, but confirms that the guys are trying to stick close to the books and that they know them really well. he’s not against them adding extra cases and the like if they feel the need, but the show-runners are already having to strip unnecessary things from the books to make it fit into a tv show format, so he doesn’t know if they will ever choose to do that

he says it would be interesting to see what would happen if Scarlett met Lockwood and Lucy… perhaps he’ll have to have weird fusion of them one day

he says Raka’s artwork inspires him 🥺

the stream then came to a close, but both Stroud and Raka would like to do it again some time! fingers crossed they do :)

#lockwood & co #the outlaws scarlett and browne #bartimaeus #jonathan stroud #doodlingraka #lockwood and co #tosab

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cockslutpadalecki · 3 years

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Make It Hurt

Characters: Soulless!Sam x Reader x Demon!Dean.

Words: 189.

Warnings: explicit sexual content, double penetration, vaginal sex, anal sex, 18+.

A/N: @letsby requested #2 for my Eleven Sentence Challenge and a Winchester sandwich... and what better sandwich than our two nasty daddies?! Prompt is in bold. EDIT: I totally forgot to add tags when I originally posted this, whoops. While likes are gold, feedback/reblogs are golden. Please support your content creators. My work is my own, therefore I do not give consent for this story to be re-posted or translated to any other site.

“Are you sure about this?” The taller of the two men asks as he moves to stand behind you, the head of his cock resting hot and wet against the entrance to your puckered asshole.

“Yes,” you say, voice shaky and unsure, and glance over your shoulder at him. “I want it to hurt.”

“Oh sweetheart, you might regret that later,” comes from beneath you as the man buried to the hilt inside your pussy, lets out a wretched laugh. You look back down at him, not missing the way his lips curl up into a malicious grin. “It’s definitely gonna hurt.”

“I can take it,” you affirm.

“Good,” he replies, “but you don’t really have a fuckin’ choice. You’re gonna take it whether you want it or not.”

He nods past you and almost instantly, your breath is snatched from your lungs as your asshole is filled to the brim with cock. They don’t give you time to adjust or tell them it’s too much, they simply start to work in tandem— one in, one out— until the pain bleeds into pleasure, and you’re crying out for more.

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Harry Styles — Canyon Moon

Fine Line Series Part 4

Okay, I am a dumbass because this was supposed to be posted before To Be So Lonely. Not that it matters much, it can stand alone, but timeline-wise it takes place between Sunflower and To Be So Lonely. Whoops. I am also adding Instagram blurbs to each story! I posted the one for She yesterday and the one for TPWK will be up tomorrow so get excited!

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Masterlist

Sky Never Looked so Blue

After a month and a half of nonstop travel and late nights, everyone was looking forward to a few days off before setting off to Paris for the European leg of the tour. Having grown up in Chula Vista, you were no stranger to Arizona, and were excited for the Phoenix show, but even more excited about what came after.

During a conversation with some of the crew, you had casually mentioned that you had never been to the Grand Canyon. You then promptly forgot about the conversation until Harry brought up the idea of renting a car and taking a road trip back to LA.

He rented a cabin in the North Rim for three days and had it stocked with groceries so it would be all ready when you arrived, and you set out in a rented Jeep Cherokee the day after the show. Harry insisted on driving while you were in charge of navigation and choosing the music. You played oldies music, singing along with the windows down, the cool autumn breeze whipping your hair around. You were on a mission to find a song that he didn’t already know, and were finally successful with the song Sea of Love by The Honeydrippers, an old 80’s band that only released one short album of covers from the 50’s. Growing up, your dad had an old cassette tape of theirs that he would play in the car.

“You got me on this one,” Harry said, glancing over at you with a smile. “Who is it? It sounds familiar.”

“The Honeydrippers. It was a side project with Robert Plant on vocals, where a bunch of rock stars in the 80’s re-recorded songs from the 50's. My dad played their album a lot when I was a kid, and I’ve always loved this song in particular; he would always sing it to my mom,” you explained, a nostalgic smile on your face.

Harry reached over and grabbed your hand in his, bringing it up to his lips and kissing it lightly. It was different, being completely alone with him somewhere other than a hotel room or his dressing room. Good different. He listened to the song with a quiet intensity while you sang along, swinging his hand in yours along to the beat.

After almost 6 hours of driving, the two of you finally pulled into the driveway of the little cabin Harry had rented. It felt nice to trade in the heat of the city for the cooler desert air and the golden-hour lighting peeking through the trees. The front of the cabin was secluded by trees, while the back overlooked the canyon.

All the driving, coupled with the exhaustion from the show the night before, had the two of you in bed fast asleep by 8:30pm. You woke up the next morning to the sun shining in through the gauzy curtains, illuminating the room with a soft glow, and Harry’s arm draped across your waist. His hair was sticking up at odd angles and he was snoring lightly, no doubt catching up on sleep from all of the late nights on tour. You smiled and snuggled closer to him, feeling his arm tighten around your waist, letting your eyes flutter closed again. This was the first time you had spent the entire night together and you wanted to savor every moment.

An hour later, Harry started to stir beside you, waking you from your dozing.

“Mornin’,” he mumbled into your hair, sleep weighing down his voice.

“Good morning,” you replied, leaning in to kiss him on the cheek. He smiled, eyes still closed, when your lips touched his skin. You spent some time luxuriating in each other’s bodies, taking things slow and letting the anticipation build up until you hit your peak, coming down together in a mess of tangled limbs. While you cleaned up in the bathroom, Harry headed into the kitchen to put the kettle on.

You could get used to lazy mornings like this, you thought, as he returned with two cups of tea.

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Even with just three days in the cabin, you fell into a little routine together. Doing little domestic things with Harry, like cooking and doing the dishes felt novel in comparison to stolen moments backstage and in hotel rooms. Simple things like reading your books side by side on the little patio out back or curling up on the couch to watch a movie were a luxury you were only beginning to experience together.

While most people were up at the crack of dawn to hike, the two of you preferred to spend all morning in bed, followed by a late breakfast out on the patio overlooking the canyon. Afternoons were for reading or cuddling up on the couch watching old rom-coms, taking turns choosing your favorites.

But the evenings were your favorite part. There was an overlook about a mile away from the cabin with a great view of the sunset, and the two of you made the hike there every night after dinner with blankets and a bottle of wine in hand. On your last night, you brought snacks, chocolate-covered strawberries and macarons, to have a mini-picnic.

The two of you set out a little earlier and took it slow, wanting to make each moment last as long as possible before heading back to real life tomorrow. Harry carried everything in a backpack and you led the way, holding his hand and swinging it between the two of you.

“The sky is so much bluer out here,” you commented, pointing out towards the horizon.

“Probably because the land is so much redder,” Harry responded with a laugh.

“Doesn’t change the fact that it’s true, though.” You fell into a comfortable silence as you continued the walk, both lost in your own thoughts. In moments like these, you wished you could read Harry’s mind, pulling all of the words out of his brain and into the air between you. Unfortunately, you’re not Edward Cullen, and you had to settle for your own thoughts, instead.

You dreaded leaving the privacy of your little cabin, and you were more anxious about the first international leg of the tour than you let on. The tour had just begun, really, and you hoped that your relationship with Harry was strong enough to handle whatever eight more months of touring may bring.

Shaking your head to clear those thoughts, you turned your gaze to Harry, admiring the way the sunlight brought out the lighter tones in his hair. As much as you loved your job, you had to admit that the slower pace of life you had enjoyed the past few days was intoxicating -- part of you wished you could stay forever, wrapped up in your own cozy little bubble.

When you reached the overlook, Harry shooed you away from helping and set up the little picnic all by himself. The two of you sat on the blanket, glasses of wine in hand, to watch the sun that was just beginning to set.

Harry held a chocolate-covered strawberry up to your lips, nudging them open gently.

“Good?” he asked, eyes bright, eager for your response.You bit into it slowly, letting your eyes flutter closed as you savored the sweet flavor.

“The best,” you answered, opening your mouth for another one. He obliged, feeding you another.

Once the sun had slid below the horizon, Harry laid back and motioned for you to join him. You settled in next to him, with your head on his chest. His body was warm, practically radiating heat, in comparison to the rapidly cooling air around you. You were content; the quiet of the desert was peaceful, and the glow of the moon provided just enough light to illuminate Harry’s face.

You stayed out later than usual, neither one of you wanting to break the spell. Dusk faded to dark, revealing the moon and the stars. Harry pointed out made-up constellations to you, coming up with silly names for shapes he saw in the stars.

“That one’s the Teletubby Galaxy,” he said, gesturing to a clump of stars to the right of you. “See, there’s Tinky Winky, and Po, and the other ones.” He traced his finger around in a shape that made sense only to him. You giggled along, occasionally pointing out your own formations.

The conversation ebbed and flowed, with periods of silence growing larger the later it got. After a prolonged period of silence, you propped your head up on your chin to look up at Harry./

“I don’t want to go home,” you said, sighing. “I wanna stay out here forever.” Harry chuckled as he tightened his grip on your waist.

“I can make a few phone calls, extend our stay until the last possible second,” Harry offered. You shook your head, a small smile on your lips.

“As much as I would love that, I promised my parents I’d be home for a few days before we leave for Paris, and they would kill me if I backed out now.”

“Yeah, Jeff would probably drive out here and drag me back to LA if we stayed.” Disappointment filled his voice, but that was the reality of being on tour.

Harry trailed his fingers up and down your arm, barely grazing the skin there and yet it sent electricity through your body. You turned your head and tilted it back a little bit to capture his lips with yours, needing an outlet for the excitement that was slowly building inside of you. The kisses were slow and lazy, but passionate, and you could feel your heart rate quickening by the minute.

“Should probably head back,” Harry muttered, pulling back briefly. “Don’t want mosquito bites on my cock.”

You laughed, a head thrown back, full-body laugh, echoing throughout the canyon. Harry’s laugh joined yours, until the two of you were practically in tears, rolling around on the blanket. When one of you would slow down, the other would speed up, causing another laughing fit, the kind found most frequently at childhood sleepovers, when you’re up too late and everything seems hilarious.

An itch on your arm brought you back to reality, and you sobered up quickly.

“They’re attacking!” You squealed, pulling up the sleeve of your sweatshirt to show Harry the small red bump forming there.

“Least it’s not on your -- hey!” He started, but you interrupted him with a nudge, “Okay, okay. Let’s get you back so you can suck me dry before they suck you dry.” You rolled your eyes at his dumb joke, but accepted his extended hand and let him pull you up.

Harry quickly packed everything, and the two of you set off hand in hand back to the little cabin to make the most of your last night.

Part 5 | Part 6

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Could you make some angst related to your last jaune x pyrrha post? Somethink like this maybe: Jaune has a talk with his team and rwby and maybe the say that they are his friends but he counters with his describtion of them from previous post. What them and him would do is up to you. But jaune could either leave to be solo hunter or stay because pyrrha would want that or something

A sequel to, A Friend? And a request for some angst at that; brave or foolish fellow aren’t you? Well, since this is my first ask, i feel obligated to do so. Do enjoy.

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Friend’s II

Ruby: Hey, Jaune!

Jaune: Oh hey, Ruby. Need something?

Ruby: I wanted to ask why you never showed up!

Jaune: Showed up for what?

Ruby: We all went out to eat dinner yesterday, why didn’t you show up?

Jaune: Cause no one told me?

Ruby: What, impossible! Yang told you… right…?

Jaune: Did I show up?

Ruby: N-No… give me a moment! Yang… Yang!

Yang: Hey, Rubes! Oh, hey Jaune, what’s up?

Ruby: Did you forget to invite Jaune to dinner yesterday?

Yang: I thought Blake was supposed to invite him?

Ruby: What?! I thought it was you?!

Yang: No, pretty sure it was Blake… One moment… Hey Blakey! Come over here!

Blake: You need something?

Ruby: Did you forget to invite Jaune to dinner yesterday?!

Blake: What, I thought that was, Weiss’s job to do?

Yang: What?! Weiss! Weiss get your little butt over here!

Weiss: Yang! Stop making such uncouth comments about my…! Oh hi, Jaune. Where were you yesterday, you didn’t show up for dinner?

Jaune: Lost in a game of telephone, it appears…

Weiss: Beg pardon?

Jaune: Ruby says Yang was supposed to invite me, who says Blake was supposed to invite me, who says you were supposed to invite me. To which I guess, you thought Ruby was supposed to invite me?

Weiss: N-No… I thought you already knew…

Jaune: Well, I never showed up in the first place, so, does it appear that I knew anything?

Ruby: … Sorry…

Jaune: Haa… why did you even need to tell me in person? You’ve got my scroll number, Ruby, why not just text me?

Ruby: Uhh… I just forgot…?

Jaune: You… forgot… Well that’s just typical…

Yang: To be fair, Jaune, I forgot I could have texted you as well, sorry…

Jaune: Wait, hold up! You have my number?

Yang: Yeah I do, didn’t you know?

Jaune: How was I supposed to know? You’ve never called or texted me before about anything.

Yang: Whoops…

Jaune: Yeah, ‘whoops…’

Weiss: We need to work on our communication skills…

Blake: Ya think?

Yang: Don’t worry, we can fix this, right Team RWBY!

Ruby: We won’t ever leave a friend behind!

RWBY: Yeah!

Ruby: Don’t worry, Jaune! We’ll fix this, just you wait!

Jaune: Ruby… do honestly think we’re friends? Any of us for that matter?

Ruby: What are you talking about, of course we’re friends!

Jaune: I don’t think so.

Yang: Hold up, you don’t think we’re friends?

Jaune: No, I do not.

Weiss: W-What?! Where is this coming from?!

Jaune: Other than when we’re working, when have any of you ever spoken to me? Have you ever come to me just hang out, not ask for my help with something. Never even say hello?!

Ruby: W-Well… uhh…

Yang: That’s not true! We are you friend, Jaune!

Jaune: Really? Am I really Jaune, or am I, ‘Vomit Boy’ to you? Cause, you’ve rarely called me by my name before, always by a damn nickname!

Yang: That’s not true!

Jaune: Not entirely, you often call me, ‘Lover Boy’ as well. I don’t consider those names affectionately, Yang. Since everytime you’ve called me by one, is some sort of demeaning manner.

Yang: I was just teasing you, I wasn’t bullying you!

Jaune: I’ve had 16 years of dealing with seven sisters constantly ‘teasing’ me, Yang. The line between teasing and bullying is very thin and very blurry.

Ruby: J-Jaune, calm down, it’s just a nickname.

Jaune: A nickname that you gave me! I throw up once and its Vomit Boy for life. And don’t you say that’s not true! I know you have me as, Vomit Boy under your list of contacts!

Ruby: Eep!

Blake: Least I never called you that…

Jaune: Blake, have we ever spoken, just the two of us, one on one? Because as far as I remember, there’s always been someone else with us. Even then we barely talk; I bet you don’t even know my name, I’m just ‘Blond Human # 2, to you, aren’t I?

Blake: That’s not true and you know it!

Jaune I just argued against it! Do you even listen to me?!

Yang: Shut up; you’re making it worse!

Weiss: Jaune… what about me? How do you think I see you…

Jaune: Are you sure you want to know?

Weiss: Tell me.

Jaune: Ha… I think you don’t like me, or don’t care about me… I understand why you wouldn’t… after every thing that I did to you at Beacon… I can under why you’d not like me… It’s just… ‘Tall, blond, and scraggly…’

Weiss: That throw away line I called you before we first met…?

Jaune: Yeah… I honestly thought that was a compliment… Looking back I now realize it was anything but a compliment. It was just… I felt like you might like me and because of that, I thought I had a chance. A chance to have something, something more than what I had, nothing… And all I had was snowflakes chance in hell; You being the Snowflake, and my life being hell…

Weiss: Jaune… Jaune I’m so…!

Jaune: Don’t! Don’t apologize, Weiss… I don’t deserve it, nor want it…

Ruby: Jaune… Why didn’t you tell us this! We could have… We could have done something!

Jaune: But would have you done it because you wanted to, or because you felt like you had to?

Ruby: …

Jaune: Yeah… that’s what I thought too…

Yang: If…! If you thought about all of that, then why! Why are you still here! Why not leave and go where ever you damn well please!

Blake: Yang, calm down!

Jaune: Let her have it, Blake. It’s understandable for her, or the rest of you to be mad… As for why I’m still here… I’m here for two reasons.

Weiss: Those being?

Jaune: Ren and Nora; I’m still they’re team leader, and I’m here for them. Even if they’re not here for me. Feels like I lost them, they’re too caught up in their own little world to…

Ruby: And the other reason?

Jaune: Cinder, I’m here for, Cinder. I want that bitch in the ground for everything she’s done… even if I die in the process, so long as she’s dead, I’m content with that…

Ruby: You want to die?!

Weiss: Jaune, do you even hear yourself?!

Jaune: Of course I do, no one else seems to.

Yang: But… but that’s crazy?!

Jaune: I know… I’m just tired, tired of everything, I just want to leave this world behind and forget it all. Besides, maybe I’ll get to see her again if I do…

Ruby: Jaune… no… please no…

Jaune: Can’t do that, Ruby… I can’t do it for myself, what makes I can stop it, even for you…

Ruby: Jaune… I always thought… I will always think that we are friends! Always!

Jaune: It’s a pity then, Ruby, because I can’t feel the same way… I’ll… I’ll be going, maybe I’ll see you all later…

Ruby: No… no, no, no…

Blake: Am I really a bad friend…?

Yang: Do you really want me to answer that?

Weiss: Give me Jaune’s number.

Yang: What?

Weiss: Give me Jaune’s scroll number!

Yang: Why?

Weiss: He saved my life… now its my turn to save his!

Ruby: No, now its our turn to save him!

Yang: Ruby, you know this is the reason he never told us, so we didn’t feel like we had to do something.

Blake: I know, be we want to do this.

Ruby: Even if we never showed him, he is our friend! You in Yang?!

Yang: Ha… Hell yes I am!

Ruby: Alright then, lets get Ren and Nora and tell Jaune how much of a great friend he is! You ready team, RWBY!

WBY: Yeah!

Ruby: Then lets get going!

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Okay… this got rather long. But it felt right to do so.

Feel free to ask me questions! But don’t expect something this big again every time. Because it takes too long to colour code everything…

Do enjoy!

#rwby #jaune arc #yang xiao long #blake belladonna #weiss schnee #ruby rose #nora valkyrie #lie ren #pyrrha nikos #pyrrha x jaune #jaune x pyrrha #rwby arkos

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I FORGOT TO POST THESE HERE WHOOPS (Just as well because I just now got done with day six lmao 😅)

Dabideku Week ✨

Day 1: Fantasy/Crossover (read the tags)

On Air and Fire Fed | Teen+

After coming across a dragon in the woods and nursing it back to health, Izuku is surprised to find that it is none other than Prince Todoroki Touya. Or, Dabi, as he insists on being called. Izuku might've gotten in over his head.

Day 2: Omegaverse/Hanahaki (read the tags)

Ashes In My Lungs (Baby You're The One) | Mature

"It just doesn't seem worth it to me."

"What? Love?"

Dabi gave him a level look, smoke curling around his mouth and tracing higher when he spoke. "Dying for it."

Day 3: Kink/Soulmates (read the tags)

Denial | Explicit

Dabi doesn't think about it. Doesn't think about how this isn't what they're supposed to be. That they were supposed to be something other—something less.

Midoriya doesn't make him feel like less. Midoriya makes him feels wanted. Midoriya makes him feel like he could eat stars.

Day 4: --

Day 5: Incubus/Social Media (read the tags)

I've Got Your Smell On My Skin, You Smell Like Fucking Sin | Explicit

"What the fuck?"

The little thing sitting on his windowsill smiles at him, a long, spaded tail flicking back and forth behind it. Touya stares with deep incredulity.

"You did say you were available!"

"How did you even find my address?"

It smiles wider, the innocence of it falling away a bit—and good, because the combination of those fangs and the cutest dimples Touya's ever seen was disorienting. Bunny gives him a once over. "You really shouldn't give out your personal info online. Not that I'm complaining."

Day 6: Genderswap/Band AU (read the tags)

Hit The Pavement | Teen+

Dabi is elite. Unattainable. Izuku knows this, mourns it whenever she catches sight of Dabi's newest show getup, whenever she stumbles off the stage cackling and glistening with sweat. So it pisses her off when birdboy puts his hands on Dabi without permission. Izuku's not sorry for knocking him out.

Day 7: Birthday/Free Day (read the tags)

Waking Up Drenched In Sweat | Mature

There are burns on Deku's hips. They are dark and welted up in the shape of handprints, the slowly yellowing bruises around them enough that Katsuki can get a good idea of what sort of activity put them there.

But that's not the point.

The point is that there are burns on Deku. And they aren't Katsuki's.

As always, don't forget to read the tags! Don't ever dive headfirst into a fic without reading the tags first thing, this has been today's PSA :3

#dabideku #dabideku week #bnha #boku no hero academia #midoriya izuku #dabi #todoroki touya #my writing #me a whole week after the week ends: KAY IM DOOOONE :D ... Guys?#my second try for a prompt week and i still fuck it up lmao

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Affluenza | Pt2

Pairing: JJ × Kook!Reader

Summary: Y/N celebrates her birthday with a party that she didn't want to throw and finds out a sad truth about the boy that's not quite her boyfriend, but being in each other's company makes things at least a little better.

Warnings: Mentions of abuse and descriptions of injury, reference to drugs

Word Count: 3.5k

A/N: I'm so happy that so many people liked pt1!! It means the absolute world to me that people are reading and enjoying my work 🥰 Pt3 might take a little longer to get out, but I'll try to post it asap.

Taglist: @alotbnouf @fairypitou @305weasley @thecraziestcrayon @sofamochi @arvinrussellseggplant

Thanks for reading guys ❤

Pt1 here | Pt3 here

“Why didn’t you tell me it’s your birthday on Saturday!?” JJ exclaimed, letting go of your hand and sitting up from where you had both been lying on the deck of your boat.

“I didn’t think it was that big a deal.” You replied with a laugh. “I kinda just forgot to mention it.”

“But what if I wanted to buy you a present?”

“I don’t need a present from you JJ.” You smiled, reaching up to cup his cheek and pulling him down for a kiss.

The two of you had been dating for a couple of months now, and although you very much considered yourselves to be together neither of you had said the words ‘boyfriend’ or ‘girlfriend’ yet. The time you spent together was private, you kept it a secret from everyone; you didn’t want your family to know and he was hesitant to tell his friends, exactly why you weren’t sure but you didn’t want to pry. It wasn’t as if you were sneaking around, you were just being careful.

“I have plenty things already, your company is enough.” You said, pulling away from the kiss and sitting up yourself. “But unfortunately I won’t be able to see you on my actual birthday. Mom’s making me throw a party and every teenager on Figure Eight will be there, so I doubt you’d want to come.”

“I wouldn’t be welcome even if I did want to.” JJ chuckled. You hummed in agreement.

“That’s why I wanted to celebrate today.” You chirped, getting up to retrieve a cooler that you had brought with you.

“What’s in there?”

“A special birthday picnic.”

“Oh, I see.” He grinned as you took your seat opposite him again. “And what does that consist of?”

“Well, let’s have a look.” You opened up the cooler and looked in at what you had packed with a smile. “Of course the standard picnic items; sandwiches, fruit, some baked sweets.” You listed as you took them out of the cooler. “And then, as I learned from my mother, a young lady cannot celebrate her birthday without a bottle of champagne.”

“Fancy.” JJ nodded, taking the bottle from you.

“Not as fancy as these.” You said, taking the glasses out. “Crystal champagne flutes. I snuck them out of the cabinet. We only use them for the most special of occasions and my mom loves them so we have to be careful.”

“I can be careful.” JJ poured the champagne, and you clinked your glasses with a smile. “Happy early birthday.”

“This is a much better celebration than my party will be.” You sighed, finishing your sip and setting your glass down. “I don’t understand why my mom insists that I have to have one, I’m not actually friends with anyone that’s coming.”

“But I thought you said every kid on Figure Eight was going? You’re not friends with anybody?”

“No, not really. They’re all just so fake, I can’t stand it. I genuinely don’t think that any of them are really friends with each other and they’re just constantly pretending, but I can’t be bothered to pretend.” You rolled your eyes and JJ laughed.

“Sounds exhausting.” He smiled.

“What are your friends like, J?” You asked, genuinely just curious. He told you a bit about them, stories of the crazy stuff they had done, but you never got in depth about it. You felt like it was probably because he wasn’t ready to integrate the two parts of his life.

“They’re good.” He nodded. “I mean, we’re basically family. They’re just not the biggest fans of Kooks.”

“Well, neither are you.” You giggled.

“You know what I mean. I think you’d like them, I’m just worried that they wouldn’t want to give you chance.”

“How much do you bet I could win them over just like I did you?”

“I wouldn’t love it if you won them over exactly the same way as me.” He smirked, gently taking hold of your chin and pulling you in for a kiss, which you both laughed into. “I'm gonna get you a birthday present. What if I come by on Saturday just for a minute to deliver it?”

“You know I’ll be happy to see you, but nobody else at the party will.”

“Eh, who cares.” He shrugged, and you grinned broadly.

“Okay, if you insist.” You conceded. “Now let’s eat this picnic that I so painstakingly curated.”

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Your birthday party was in full swing, the ground floor of your house teeming with teenagers. People were drinking, dancing and jumping in the pool and you weren’t enjoying any of it.

Your mother had gifted you a particularly ugly necklace that was basically just a tangle of gold chain, and Nicholas had openly bad mouthed your father for only getting you a few books, even though that’s what you had asked for. The detest that you felt for him was justified. Your dad was actually supposed to have arrived back on the island the day before, but it wasn’t unusual for him to get held up with work.

You pushed past a group of boys having some loud conversation on your way into the kitchen and poured yourself a strong drink. You threw the drink back in one gulp and slammed the plastic cup back down onto the countertop with a loud sigh.

“What’s wrong, birthday girl?” Topper asked over the music, his arm slung around Sarah’s shoulders as they came up beside you.

“I’m fine.” You shrugged.

“Did your dad get you a good present this year?” Sarah asked with a smile. “A new car maybe?”

“I already have a car.” You replied with a flat chuckle. “He got me some books that I asked for.”

“That’s kinda boring.” Topper commented. You rolled your eyes and Sarah smacked him in the side.

“I think that’s sweet. What kind if books?”

You told Sarah about the books you had gotten, actually kind if enjoying the conversation. Sarah was actually pretty easy to talk to, you felt like the fact that you weren’t putting on an act made her kind of drop hers, and it was a refreshing break from the way that the rest of the teens on Figure Eight were constantly pretending to be the perfect versions of themselves.

Your explanation of the premise of one of your books was interrupted when you felt your phone ringing in your pocket. You took it out and saw that it was your dad, and you smiled.

“I gotta take this.” You excused quickly before rushing outside to get away from the music. You answered the call excitedly, greeting your dad with a bright tone.

“Hey, Pumpkin, happy birthday!” He exclaimed. “I’m sorry I didn’t call this morning, I got caught up in meetings. You know how it is.”

“I know, dad. It’s okay, you’re calling now. Are you done with work? Do you think you’ll get here tonight?” You questioned eagerly. You heard him let out a sigh, and your smile fell.

“About that, sweetheart, I’ve had a few bumps in the road.” He began. You felt your heart sink and you were already scolding yourself for getting your hopes up before he could even tell you what the reason for missing your birthday was. “My meetings haven’t gone as well as I’d hoped and it looks like I’m going to be held up for a few more days.”

“Oh, right, okay.” You nodded, keeping your voice steady even as your eyes welled with tears. “Hope things get better then.”

“I’m sorry, Y/N, I really did want to be there. I promise I’ll make it up to you when I get back; we can have a movie marathon night, completely your pick.” You let out a chuckle despite yourself. He might not be around much but he still knew you well, and movie marathon nights were one of your favourite things to do with him.

“Sounds great, dad. I can’t wait.”

“I hope you’ve had a good day, at least. What have you been getting up to?”

“I’m having a party, actually.” You replied. You didn’t need to tell him that you didn’t want to have the party and weren’t actually really enjoying it.

“Right now? I’ll let you get back to it then.” Your dad smiled down the phone. “Have fun.”

“Thanks, dad.”

“Love you, Pumpkin.”

“Love you too.”

You said your goodbyes and ended the call, and you tucked your phone back into the pocket of your shorts. You just stood there for a few moments, the loud music and whooping of partying teenagers emanating from the house, before tears began to fall. You shook with a silent sob and had to take a seat on the concrete of your driveway.

You sat there, with your legs pulled up to your chest and your head in your knees, for a few minutes. You sniffed, wiping your tears away on the back of your hand, when you heard a shuffle of footsteps and looked up quickly.

“JJ.” You acknowledged quickly, furiously wiping at your eyes as he walked up the driveway.

“What’s wrong? Why are you crying?” He asked, his voice edged with concern. You were ready to brush away his concerns, but as he got closer you saw the bruising on his face and suddenly you had some worries of your own.

“What happened to you?”

“I asked first.” JJ countered. You watched him as he came to sit down next to you, lifting your hand and softly placing it just below his purpled cheekbone, inspecting the fresh bruising around his eye and the split in his lip, then noticing the discolouration around his collarbone. He took the hand away gently, intertwining your fingers, and you saw that there was no bruising on his knuckles; these weren’t injuries earned in a fair fight. “Why are you crying?” He repeated.

“No, that doesn’t matter.” You shook your head. You weren’t trying to downplay your upset anymore, you just knew that whatever had happened to JJ was more important. “Who did this to you, JJ?”

“I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours.” He smiled, but there was no joy or amusement behind it. You hesitated for a moment before conceding.

“My dad missed my birthday again.” You told him. “The last time he actually made it home for my actual birthday was when I turned eleven, and yet somehow I still get my hopes up every year. I hate this party, there are at least three different types of club drugs being taken in my house right now, I’m sad. You’re turn.”

JJ sighed. He looked down at your joined hands, pausing to think for a moment before looking back up at you. He let out a short breath of soft laughter, lifting his free hand and smoothing his thumb over the crease that had formed on your brow.

“Promise not to freak out?” He asked.

“Okay.” You replied shakily. You could try to limit your reaction at least. “But you have to tell me the truth, J.”

“My dad hits me.” JJ said quickly, and you felt your lips part in shock. “I stay with John B most of the time, I try to stay out of his way when I’m home, but it’s not like I can avoid him completely.”

“Wha- Why don’t you tell somebody?” You stuttered. “Call the police or protective services or-?”

“I don’t want to.” He interrupted. “I’m happy here with my friends and if I get protective services involved then they’ll ship me off to the mainland. I can deal with my dad.”

“This doesn’t look like dealing.” You muttered softly, pushing the collar of his t-shirt to the side to get a better look at the bruise that it was partially covering. “When is this from?”

“Yesterday. I went home to get some money so I could buy you this.” JJ shifted to reach into his pocket and pulled out a small, flat box. “It’s not much but it’s all I could afford.”

You took the box from him curiously, unlinking your hand from his so that you could pull off the lid. Inside was a small silver necklace, a thin chain with a small circular pendant. When you lifted it up you saw that the pendant had a map of the world etched into it. The necklace was simple and sweet, and you felt a big smile take over your face.

“You didn’t have to get me this, J.” You simpered.

“I told you I wanted to.” He smiled back. You handed the box back to him and turned to face away, and JJ eagerly fastened the chain around your neck. He struggled a little with the tiny clasp, making you giggle. His hands ran over your shoulders before he dropped them, and you turned back to him with the smile gone from your face.

“You went through that just so you could buy this for me?” You murmured. JJ's smile faltered but didn’t fall, and he nodded slightly.

“It’s not your fault, Y/N. It’s just what happens.”

You sat silently for a little while, but your peaceful moment was interrupted by a loud round of cheering from inside. You looked over your shoulder towards the house with a groan, but then lightened up when you got an idea.

“You wanna get away from this bullshit?” You asked, gesturing towards the party.

“You wanna leave your own birthday party?” He asked with a chuckle. You shrugged.

“Nobody will notice that I’m gone. I’ll just have to come back at, like, midnight to kick everybody out.”

“Okay, then let’s go.” JJ smiled.

“Alright. Give me one minute.” You giggled, getting up quickly. “Just wait here a sec.”

You ran back into the house and pushed past all of the people to the stairs, heading up to your bedroom. You had kept the door locked to keep out horny couples. You rooted through one of your drawers until you found a set of keys, switched out of your party sandals to a pair of converse, and grabbed your car key off of your vanity before heading back out, making sure to lock your door behind you again.

You paused on the stairs to scan the crowd until you spotted Sarah, and pushed past the bodies towards her.

“Y/N! Where’d you go?” She shouted over the music.

“Just outside. I’m gonna disappear from the party for the bit, can you call me if something major happens?” You asked. Sarah frowned.

“But this is your birthday party.”

“I know it’s weird, but I’ve got some other stuff going on right now and I just need to get away for a bit.”

“Okay, I guess that makes sense. I’ll call you if anything happens.” She nodded, though the confusion was still clear on her face.

“Thanks. I’ll see you later.” You smiled, before heading back out.

JJ was stood at the side of the driveway waiting for you when you came back out, slamming the front door shut after yourself. You grabbed his hand and pulled him after you to your car with a smile.

“Where are we going?” He questioned as you started the engine and began backing out.

“My other house.” You answered.

“Sorry, did you say ‘other house’?”

“My dad’s house. He hasn’t been home in eight months and I haven’t been there in about five, but a cleaner comes by every two weeks to maintain it.” You explained.

“Jesus you’re rich.” JJ mumbled. He had a teasing smile on his face but the comment made you feel a little guilty.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to show off or anything. We don’t have to go to my dad’s if you don't want-"

“Y/N, it’s fine.” He laughed. “You didn’t choose to be born into a rich family the same way I didn’t choose to be born into a poor one.”

“I know, I just don’t want to be... insensitive isn’t the right word. I just don’t want to seem like I take it for granted; I don’t want you think that I’m that kind of person.”

“I don’t.” He assured you. “You don’t treat me like I’m any different for being poor, so I don’t care that you’re rich.”

It wasn’t long until you were pulling into the driveway of your dad’s house. It was grand and expensive looking, but it was still smaller than your mom’s; she had kept the house after the divorce and since your dad wasn’t even home most of the time he’d decided that he didn’t need quote so much space.

The inside was modestly decorated, no elaborate sculptures or outlandish wall decorations like so many of the other houses on Figure Eight. The furniture was very nice, and the few paintings and things that were on the walls were expensive, but your father was a man of simple taste. He didn’t even have any fancy chandeliers.

“I expected something more opulent for the richest man in the Outer Banks.” JJ commented as he looked around.

“Since when was opulent a word in your vocabulary?” You questioned with a giggle. JJ gasped, and pinched you in the side with a frown.

“I’m not completely dumb.” He objected.

You laughed, grabbing his hand and dragging him after you into the living room. You flicked on the light before dropping yourself onto the sofa and pulling JJ down with you.

“What kind of movies do you like?” You asked him as you picked up the remote and switched on the TV.

“Uh, I don’t know, action and horror.” He shrugged.

“What kind of horror? Slasher? Psychological? Paranormal?”

“I don’t know.” He chuckled. You gave an exaggerated sigh, going into the horror section on Netflix.

“Fine, I guess I’ll pick.”

You ended up putting on The Blair Witch Project after discovering that JJ had never seen it, and the two of you settled down. You were thankful to be away from the crowded mess of your birthday party and just have a quiet night with JJ.

“But I don’t understand how they managed to make it scary, basically nothing happened.” JJ perplexed after the movie ended.

“Yeah, that’s why it’s genius.” You grinned up at him. Throughout the course of the film you had ended up lying across the sofa with your head resting on his lap. “All of the horror is in the fact that you know that something this out there but you never see it. Modern horror movies could never.”

“That’s crazy bro.” He said, making you laugh. He looked down at you with an amused smile and a sparkle in his eye that made your heart jump.

“Do you wanna stay here for the night?” You offered once your laughter subsided. “I’m sure my dad has some stuff in his closet that you can sleep in.”

“Are you sure? I mean, don’t you have to go home?”

“Nah, my mom and Nicholas are staying at a hotel tonight so that I can have my party so they won’t know that I’m not there.” You shrugged. “You don’t have to stay if you don’t want to.”

“No, I’d like to stay.” He smiled. You let out a relieved breath that you didn’t realise you’d been holding.

“Cool. I need to go and kick everyone out of my house but we can watch another movie when I get back if you want?”

“Sounds good to me. Do you want me to come with you?”

“Probably best if you don’t, you know, with the whole ‘every Kook on the island is there’ thing.” JJ laughed lightly at that.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.” He nodded. “Can I have a shower while you’re gone.”

“Sure.” You chuckled as you sat up. “You can use my en suite and I’ll get you something to change into.”

You took him upstairs, grabbing a t-shirt and a pair of gym shorts from one of your dad’s drawers before showing him into your room. It was plainly decorated like the rest of the house, but you had posters and photos tacked up and covering almost every inch of the walls.

“This is nice.” JJ smiled, looking around.

“Don’t go snooping around while I’m gone, a person’s bedroom is their kingdom.”

“I’ll mind my own business.” He agreed with a salute that made you grin.

“And make sure you dry off properly, I don’t want you dripping all over my nice carpet.”

“Jeeze, any more rules?”

“Uh, nope. I think that’s it.” You chirped. “I should be back in, like, half an hour. I’m pretty sure I left some chicken nuggets in the freezer last time I was here, you can have those if you get hungry. Or maybe I’ll get takeout on my way back?”

“Takeout sounds good.” JJ nodded, beaming, and pulled you in for a kiss before you left.

#outer banks #obx #obx fanfiction #jj maybank #jj outer banks #obx jj #obx2 #jj maybank x reader #jj mayback x reader #jj maybank fluff #jj maybank fic #jj maybank x y/n #jj maybank x kook!reader

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can we please please get an immediate follow up to Anakin's post-kiss reaction?? What does he do?? What does Obi-Wan do?? I cannot sleep without knowing

look its an actual snippet this time (1k)

On principle, Ahsoka has enjoyed almost every one of Professor Kenobi’s lectures. Really. She wouldn’t have kept taking his classes steadily over the past four years if she didn’t.

But this lecture has proven to be the most interesting and down-right entertaining lecture Kenobi has ever given. Even Cody, Ahsoka’s TA who always sits in the front row and takes diligent notes for his section lessons, has stopped writing and instead is looking at Kenobi with both amusement and concern lining his face.

Someone’s managed to really fuck Kenobi’s focus up today, and Ahsoka is reaping the benefits.

It’s only twenty minutes into the hour, and already Kenobi has trailed off three times mid-sentence and said F. Scott Kissgerald instead of Fitzgerald.

“By most accounts, in his early years Fitzgerald was a Skywalker--”

Cody coughs loudly. Ahsoka adds another little tally mark into the margins of her notes.

“Smooth talker,” the professor corrects himself weakly. “Apologies.”

The poor man runs a hand through his beard and stares sightlessly down at his notebook on the podium. The microphone he’s using to project his voice picks up his fervent curse.

“He was actually quite an asshole, to be frank,” Kenobi says, tapping his fingers on the wood. “He aged with disgrace, we could say and fell to drink and meanness as the people around him...left. His actions were reprehensible and it is no wonder that he died of a heart attack in 1940, probably due to his own alcoholism. Probably alone, probably...lonely.”

Ahsoka blinks and hesitates in adding a tally mark to her collection. She’s not sure if this was a planned part of the lecture or not, but Professor Kenobi sounds so sad, and it’s probably not because of F. Scott Fitzgerald.

The doors to the lecture hall open very loudly. Kenobi’s eyes widen as he sees the newcomer, which makes Ahsoka turn around in curiosity.

Anakin Skywalker is making his way down the stairs to the bottom of the room where Kenobi’s standing, holding a paper bag in his hands and facial features set into a scowl.

Ahsoka’s babysat for him for about three years now, but she’s never seen that expression on his face. She doesn’t blame Kenobi at all for the few frantic steps he backs up across the floor at the front of the room. She’d try to get away too if Anakin was looking like that and coming toward her.

“Anakin,” Professor Kenobi cautions, holding up one of his hands. Ahsoka’s so glad she chose to sit in the second row today, because that means she can hear everything, even without the microphone. “This is neither the time or pla--”

Anakin ignores him as he gets level with the other man and comes to stand directly in front of him. Poor Professor Kenobi looks like he’s about to die and he knows it. It’s a mix of sadness, defiance, and resignation as he seems to wilt in front of Anakin’s person.

Cody, good-hearted Cody, stands from his desk with a wrinkled brow, as if he thinks Anakin’s going to assault Obi-Wan or something.

With that intent, intense expression on his face, Ahsoka has to admit that his concerns don’t seem that far off base.

But instead what happens is that Anakin thrusts the bag into Obi-Wan’s hands. “You forgot your lunch,” he says angrily.

“Oh,” says Obi-Wan, looking down at the paper sack he’s now holding gingerly. “Thank you?” he asks, shooting a glance up at Anakin, as if the other man is a dangerous predator who has done something extremely unexpected.

And then Anakin does something that is perhaps even more unexpected.

He threads the fingers of one hand through Obi-Wan’s hair and places the other hand gently against Obi-Wan’s cheek before he leans down and kisses him soundly.

After a few seconds, Ahsoka has to look away because it feels like she’s intruding on something beyond personal.

Even if what’s happening is happening in front of at least a hundred undergraduates.

One of whom whoops loudly from several rows back. “Get it, Professor!”

That makes Anakin and Obi-Wan break apart, both blushing a sort of worrying shade of red.

Obi-Wan coughs into his fist as Anakin wipes at his spit-wet mouth with the back of his hand. They’re making some intense eye contact with each other, but heaven only knows what they’re communicating.

Anakin turns to go just as quickly as he had entered. “Lunch is the most important meal of the day,” he mutters into the microphone as he passes it, and Obi-Wan turns redder at that, a feat Ahsoka hadn’t known to be possible.

The professor stands right where Anakin left him, completely still until the doors close behind the man.

The lecture hall falls silent, as if everyone is waiting on the edge of their seats to see what their prim and put together Professor Kenobi is going to do after being tongue-kissed within an inch of his life in front of his students.

Ahsoka for one is not surprised at all when Kenobi’s first instinct appears to be pretend that that didn’t just happen.

He goes to stand behind the podium again and clears his throat as he looks down at his notes, very obviously trying to gather his thoughts.

“Right. My apologies. Well. Where? Where was I?” he furrows his brow as he scans his writing, but his mind probably couldn’t be further away. Ahsoka wouldn’t be surprised if his knees were weak.

Finally he sighs into the microphone and rubs at his forehead in defeat. “Class dismissed,” he tells them. “But do the reading please.”

There’s a cacophony of noise as Ahsoka’s peers break into laughter and teasing, already talking loudly amongst themselves as they start to pack up their things and leave.

Ahsoka goes along with them all the way to the doors at the top of the stairs. Then she looks back at Kenobi, who hasn’t moved from his spot behind the podium but is smiling distractedly down into his notebook.

#ahsoka is like: oh man im about to get so much babysitting money #cause these guys are gonna wanna go on so many dates now #asks #KUWSK #obikin

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broken-risk-assessment-module · 2 years

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apparently i forgot to post these to tumblr when I drew them (whoops) so have some sketches of ART in fancy clothes and 2.0 doing incredibly outdated tiktok trends.

[ID: a page of blue-tinged digital sketches. The first three are of my ART feedsona, which is tall, has a square-like head, and a single eye. In the first sketch, it’s hearing a long cloak, a suit vest, and dress shoes with white spats. In the second, it’s wearing a sheer robe lined with fluff and is staring at itself in a small folding mirror. In the third, it is wearing a large sun hat with a bow and sunglasses. The sunglasses are normal sunglasses, which would be weird as it only has one eye. However, ART makes it work. There are also two sketches of my Murderbot 2.0 feedsona, which is much shorter and has horn-like shapes poking straight up off the sides of its spherical head. One of the sketches is simply 2.0 covered in a sheet with sunglassses over the top, looking vaguely like a ghost. The second sketch is 2.0 standing with one arm turned out, two fingers of its other hand pressed against the inside of its elbow. It’s wearing an oversized t-shirt half-tucked into a pair of cargo pants, three thigh straps, and fingerless full-length fishnet gloves. It’s saying “sheesh” with a smug, playful expression. /end ID]

#these are literally from like. november of last year smh #anyway enjoy #murderbot #the murderbot diaries #murderbot fanart #bram's feedsonas #stuff i made #feedsonas

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green-orangeade · 2 years

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If I Knew You Sooner

(Tomorrow x Together Soobin fanfic)

Hey all!

This is my first ever post I am ✨nervous✨ so please like, comment, share etc if you enjoy this <3

This is just part one to see if people vibe with it and is something people would want to see continued. I do plan on this story having smut, but not in this part. Please please let me know what you think!

Details for this part: Soobin x fem reader, written in the second person (you), coffee shop au, university au

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Part 1

Here he was again. Soobin. You only knew his name from writing it on his coffee cup every Monday afternoon for the past few weeks. He came in usually around 4, a quiet time between the lunch and home-time rushes. He picked a good time, you never had to rush his drink and could make casual conversation.

You look up from your cleaning when the bell rang at the door as he came in. Today was a warm day in May, he wore knee length denim shorts and a basic lilac tshirt. His mask was black, and his eyes peeped out from beneath his fringe. You smile under your own and he gives you a warm, shy smile in return. He’s always been a little shy.

“What can I get for you today?”

“Can I have the mango smoothie, please?”

“Sure, is that it for you?”

“Yeah, thank you.”

You turn and take out the ingredients from the fridge. Plugging in the blender, you turn back to him. He’s just eyeing the nearly empty cafe, and his eyes had been flicking back and forth to you since you turned around. Meeting his gaze, he looks down at the card reader and back up to you.

“Oh whoops, I’m sorry,” you chuckle apologetically. “I forgot to turn on the reader.”

“Oh no, it’s fine,” he smiles back as he moves his phone over the reader with a beep. He looks as if he’s about to say something else, but then decides against it. You smile at him before turning back to his smoothie. The blender fills the silence.

Smoothie made, you put it down on the counter for him. He takes it gladly, and his eyes show a determination totally new to you. He speaks.

“So, are you living around here? I know the university is pretty close by, are you a student?” He rushes at first, tripping up a little on his words. The last part is slower, more measured, like he got a grip on himself halfway.

“Oh,” you begin, your voice high with interest and surprised that he asked a personal question unprompted. “Yeah I am actually! Do you also study there?”

“Yeah, I’m studying literature.” He perks up when he answers, clearly happy to talk about something other than the weather.

“That’s so cool! I’m doing Korean language and culture. I’m an international student.”

“Really? I thought you lived here, your Seoul accent is so natural.”

“Awh, thanks. It’s really not, but thank you so much,” you say with a shy chuckle. You think about your Korean now and remember your clunky, awkward Korean from when you first arrived, only learnt through the classroom. You look up at him and he starts to speak again.

“I like how you speak.” He says this cautiously - measured, genuine. He scratches the back of his neck and looks up again quickly before you can think too much about what he said. “So I guess we’re in the same department, right? Language and literature studies?”

“Yeah we must be!”

“That’s really cool, I’m so glad to know someone in my department. I don’t really know anyone yet.” He smiled shyly as he scratched the back of his neck once again. He seemed to regret divulging his lack of friends, his eyes looking down at his drink.

“I know what you mean, sometimes it’s so hard to talk to people in class and stuff. Maybe that’s why they try group projects,” you chuckle slightly, inviting him to relax in your joke with you. He gives you a little chuckle in return, decompressing.

You think about giving him your contact details. You had been looking for a friend since you arrived and no one in your classes had really stuck out, and he seemed to be in the same boat. The worst thing that could happen is he says no, or you just don’t go much further than chats at work. To hell with it, you may as well try.

“Hey, do you mind me putting my Instagram into your phone? We could always walk to class together as we’re in the same building? Or just study together? Don’t worry if not but I just thought it could be a good idea.” You add that last part at the end in a rush, not wanting him to retreat back into his shell or never come again.

Instead, his eyes light up and he smiles. “Oh, oh sure you can!” He stutters ever so slightly, eagerly pulling out his phone and handing it to you. “I’d really like that. Just message me whenever you have a class or something.”

“I will!” You beam up at his incredibly tall self briefly as you type in your username. You hand it back to him with your Instagram profile open. “I’ll message you my phone number, but I tend to reply more often on here.”

“Cool! Thanks so much!” He smiles big underneath his mask, his eyes crinkling sweetly.

Smiling back, you try to think of something to say. The bell jingles on the door and a woman walks in.

“Well, I guess I better go,” he says.

“Yeah,” you reply, not really knowing where your sentence went. Don’t make it awkward, come on. Quick. Before this woman makes up her mind and interrupts again. “I’ll message you my schedule, okay?”

“Sure, I’d like that. I will too. Thanks.” He smiles again and inclines his head and the smoothie at you as he turns to leave. You smile at him again and turn to the woman.

Soobin looks back at you as he opens the door. Your eyes dart up at him again. Crinkling.

The door closes with a ring.

Maybe it won’t be so lonely now.

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#txt fanfic #txt post #txt #tomorrow x together #soobin #beomgyu #yeonjun #hueningkai #txt taehyun #txt soobin #txt smut #txt fluff #txt x reader #txt x moa #coffeshop #student au #coffee shop au

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itsallyscorner · 3 years

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pleeeease write a blurb where the girl's a member of little mix and they do an award show performance, so tom keeps hyping his girl up and recording stories, just being a supportive bf 🥺

Thank you so much for requesting!! I’m so sorry it took so long, but I hope you enjoy it💞 I know you said you wanted a blurb, but I could never write short things, I’m always too damned detailed and shit, I’m sorry😭 Happy reading🥰

💌.

#1 Fan

Based on Little Mix’s 2019 BRITs performance of Woman Like Me, I suggest watching it to understand Tom’s insta story💞

“You’re going to absolutely smash it. All of you are.” Tom encouraged you. His large hands grasp onto yours comfortingly. The two of you were currently backstage at the BRITs in your and the girls’ shared dressing room. Tonight was a big night for you all, as you and the girls were nominated for two awards: British Artist Video of the Year and British Group of the Year. Additionally, the five of you were going to be performing your latest single, “Woman Like Me”.

To say that you were jittery was an understatement. You were terrifyingly nervous, it made you feel nauseous. Your stomach was a jungle of butterflies, fluttering nonstop as the time to perform grew closer and closer. You glanced at the clock and took a deep breath. The pink latex bra you had on felt as if it were getting tighter and tighter around your chest. Tom notices your slight discomfort and glances at the time, “How about we sit? You’ve got plenty of time to relax before you all go on stage.”

Tom wraps his arm around your waist and leads you to the couch in the dressing room. He settles beside you and moves his arm to rest across your lap, his hand interlocking with yours. You leaned back into the seat and watched the girls make last minute touches to their hair, face, and costumes. Tom squeezes your hand, bringing your attention to him. Your eyes shift to meet his warm chocolate brown ones. A soft smile grows on his lips, “Hey.”

You reciprocate his smile with a smaller one, “Hi.”

“What’s wrong? You rarely get jitters before going out on stage.” He asks you quietly so only you could hear. You stare down at your lap and fiddle with his fingers.

“I-it’s just different from what we’ve been doing lately.” You start, glancing at Tom. He nods for you to continue, “We just haven’t been doing live performances for such a long time. Like on tour, we’re usually performing in front of our fans. Not the entire British music industry or live television.”

Tom brings your hand up to his lips and presses a gentle kiss on it. “There’s nothing to worry about, darling. You—and the girls, are going to do amazing as always. You guys are the best at live performances. The amount of work and dedication you girls put into this is going to pay off, I swear, it’ll be a standing ovation. Everyone’s going to love it.”

You smile at your boyfriend’s support for you and the girls. You couldn’t help but peck his lips, to which he replied with a lovestruck grin.

“I’m just nervous that I’ll mess up. Like what if I miss a step of the choreography—or stumble on my words while I’m singing? Oh god, what if I forget the lyrics—“ Your eyes widen in horror as your head generated all the worst case scenarios that could happen on stage. Tom shushes you and gingerly cradles your jaw, being careful of the makeup on your face.

“Listen to me.” He levels his eyes with yours to make sure your attention is on him. “You’re not going to mess up or forget a line—none of that nonsense is going to happen. It’s a load of bullshit. You wanna know why? Because you’re (y/n) (l/n), a member of one of the biggest girl bands of the world, you’re my girlfriend, and you’re the most beautiful and talented girl I’ve ever met. You’re just overthinking. I know you, (y/n). Once the music starts on stage you get lost and start singing your heart out, the crowd just disappears from existence. It’s only you and the girls up on that stage and you’re going to make one hell of a performance. I just know it and so do the other people waiting in that audience.”

You stare at him, stunned by his sudden motivational speech. “Since when did you get good at pep talks?”

His mouth gapes at you, “Uh—stan Twitter? The fans? Is that seriously what you got from all of that?” You shook your head and wrapped your hands around his wrist. “No, I heard every single word. I guess I’m feeling a bit more better now, so thank you, Tommy.” You peck his lips again, despite the fact that your lip gloss was getting on his lips. Though he didn’t care, as long as he was kissing you.

“Still got some nerves?”

“Just a little bit. But I’ll be fine, especially with you in the crowd.” You interlock your fingers with his and glance at the clock. Only 10 more minutes till you were all going to perform.

Tom’s face lights up, “Front seat babe, I got the best seat in the house. I swear, I’m recording the whole performance on my phone. I already got Harrison to help me take Instagram stories for me at the same time. I need every angle.”

Jesy takes that as her cue to join the conversation, “My goodness, you’re such a dork.” She reaches her hand out for you to help you get off the couch.

Tom fakes a dramatic gasp, knowing Jesy didn’t really mean her jab at him. “I don’t know what you’re taking about, I’m just being a very supportive boyfriend. AND Little Mix’s number one fan.”

You dust your pink pants off and take a look at yourself in the full body mirror. You did a little shake too loosen your limbs out and did some breathing exercises. Tom lets you do your pre-performance ritual while he talks with the girls.

Perrie crosses her arms, amused at the younger Brit, “Are you seriously competing against a bunch of teenage girls to deem yourself as our number one fan?”

“Well are they dating one of the members of Little Mix? I don’t think so. You know who is? Me.” Tom gestures to himself sassily. “I even get to hear all the new music earlier than everybody else and get good seats at concerts.” He bragged while one of the members on your team helped you place your in-ears.

Jesy rolls her eyes before gesturing to the door, “Right, I’m calling security. Apparently we’ve got a crazed fan in our dressing room.” Jade and Leigh-Anne stifle a laugh at the bickering.

“You can’t kick me out, I have backstage access.” Tom defended himself with crossed arms.

“No seriously, babe. We’re about to perform in five.” You join the conversation, finally feeling your anxiousness start to fade away. Tom blinks at you, “I’m being kicked out by my own girlfriend?”

Jesy laughs at Tom, taking the piss out of his offended expression. A sly smirk grows on your face. You hold your hands out for him to help him off the couch, “If you want to record every second and angle of our performance, I suggest leaving now.”

Tom straightens out his suit before interlocking your fingers with his. He leans forward and pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “You’re gonna be great. I love you.”

You giggle, eyes beaming up at his warm brown ones, “I love you too. Now get back to Harrison, you’ve left him alone for too long.” Prior to leaving, he stops in his tracks and manages to gather you and the girls into a group selfie. He wishes you all good luck and leaves, making his way back to his seat in the audience.

While he walks back, he posts the selfie you all took onto his Instagram story with the caption, “Good luck to these beautiful ladies! Tune into the BRITs to see their performance, you don’t wanna miss it!”

He gets back to the table designated for you and the girls to see Harrison with an unamused face.

“What?” Tom asks him, confused at his friend.

“You left me here by myself, you div.” Harrison quips. Tom cringes and apologizes to his friend.

“You’re still gonna help me record the performance, right?” Tom sheepishly asked gesturing to Harrison’s phone.

“Yes, Tom, I’ve told you multiple times that I’ll record it.” Harrison held his phone up getting his camera ready. Harrison was about the rant about Tom and how whipped the boy was for you, but was sushed by his best friend.

“SHUT UP IT’S STARTING. HARRISON START RECORDING!” The lights dimmed while someone announced you and the girls. Harrison had his phone already filming while Tom held his phone up, ready to start recording things for his Instagram story.

Tom’s Instagram Story:

“HOLY SHIT!” Tom screamed behind the camera as he recorded the opening of the performance.

You and the girls were stood up while the dancers were on the floor thrusting up at you all. The camera flips to Tom, who’s mouth was agape, “THAT SHOULD BE ME.”

The camera is back to the stage, where you and the girls are doing the choreography with the chairs. Tom whoops loudly in the background and yells, “THAT’S FUCKING SICK—HARRISON LOOK AT THEM.”

“YESS! THAT’S MY GIRLFRIEND!” Tom screamed, thrusting his finger in your direction when your part of the song came on.

Tom zooms in on you as you strutted alongside the girls on the stage, he flips the camera back to him and a smirk is on his lips. He nodded before telling the camera, “That’s my girl.”

Tom forgot to turn his camera around and ended up recorded himself reacting to the performance. A proud smile is on his features while his eyes lit up as they followed you on stage. He leaned closer to Harrison and says, “She looks stunning, mate, my god.”

The stories cut to him and Harrison dancing and singing along to Woman Like Me.

The camera cuts back to you. You’re singing your part in the chorus and you hit a certain note that stuns Tom. He flips the camera to himself, a shocked expression on his face while he hyped you up.

The colored lights reflect onto Tom’s face, his mouth widens when he realizes you and the girls included a dance break in the performance. He flips the camera back, making sure all five of you were in frame.

Tom cheers in the background along with the audience when you and the girls finish your performance.

An unbreakable smile is on Tom’s lips, “There you all have it, I tried to record some parts just in case you all missed it—But that was probably one of the greatest performances they have ever done. I feel so honored to be here.”

Tom leans over so him and Harrison are in frame, “What did you think of the performance, Harrison?” Harrison grins, “I thought it was out of this world, I wasn’t expecting that.”

Tom’s face is hovered above the camera, “I just wanted to let you all know, that after tonight, I am officially becoming a Little Mix fan account. Follow me for more insider updates on Little Mix.”

You come back to the table to see Tom, Harrison, and the girl’s dates beaming at the five of you. You’re all greeted with congratulations and hugs. When you finally reach Tom, he crashes his lips onto yours and lifts you up.

You giggle against his lips, “Hello to you too.”

He pecks your lips twice more before placing you back down, “You were—I don’t even know how to describe it. You were fucking amazing up there.”

You whine, the blush growing on your cheeks while you hid your face in his neck, “Well, I couldn’t have done it without your little pep talk. So thank you, lovey.”

Tom waves you off while helping you into the seat beside him, “That was all you, darling.”

You and the girls settled down as the awards show continued on. You were drinking a glass of water and reached out to check your phone. Tom stops you, grabbing your wrist. You shoot him a look.

“No—just, don’t watch my Instagram story. Please.” He asks you with a sheepish smile. A loud roar of laughter is heard from across the table, making you all look at Jesy. She simply holds her phone up, screen facing you all, with Tom’s story playing on it.

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