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undiscovered-horizon · 6 months

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Hello! Just finished Die Happy, and oh my gosh what a wholesome and sad time!! I love the way you portray Sanji and his inner monologue with himself.

Would it be possible to get a continuation where reader ends up making it a habit of sleeping with Sanji now that’s she’s had a taste. They kind of make a nightly routine and no one really questions it because they just like seeing everyone happy. How would Sanji feel realizing that it’s been weeks since you first started sleeping with him? What if reader is trying to tell Sanji they actually really like him but he just thinks reader is to perfect for him so he’s kind of blind to her advances.

Thank you so much and I hope you have fun writing!!!

All ye who yearned (@federalclassroom @sparkyrosewood14 @zzbloody-animezz @clonaa @number-0-iz) come get y'all juice:

Maelstrom - Sanji x Reader

Part 2 to "Die Happy"

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One night turned into two, two turned into a week and a week turned into... well, however long you and Sanji have been sleeping in one bed. He's not keen on keeping track but taking in the moment instead. He doesn't ask why you continue to crawl right back into his bedroom every night. In fact, he doesn't dare make any comment about your new habit out of fear that you might think he's grown tired of it.

Every night he thinks it might be the last, so he forces himself to stay up as long as he can. Although having you sleep soundly against his chest makes his heart rejoice, the new and asinine sleeping schedule he has implemented puts his body into a poor state. Sanji expected someone to say something but he hasn't considered the whole picture and how it looks to the other Straw Hats - he sleeps in one bed with you every night and looks exhausted during the day. It gives... quite a boost to one's imagination. This is why no one so far has made any inquiry about the new sleeping arrangement.

Even if only opportunity made him the person you like to waste your spare time with, Sanji feels as though the universe itself has smiled at him. Some god above him saw his suffering and decided to ease his burden a little. In his mind, this is the most logical explanation.

But that's about to change.

He feels you stir against him. Unknowingly, Sanji freezes, afraid that it's his feathery touches that wake you up from slumber. He holds his fingertips right above your skin, uncertainty hanging in the air.

"You're not sleeping?" you murmur against his chest.

Gently, he sets his hand back on your arm. Your skin is burning his fingers but he welcomes the scorch like frosty cheeks welcome the scarce sunlight in winter months.

"Just thinking about something," he answers with faux disinterest, hoping that you won't inquire further.

To Sanji's horror, you lean away from him and prop your chin up on your head, staring at his face from above. A bright, curious glint shines in your eyes.

"Come on, shoot. What keeps you awake at night?"

Like a deer caught in headlights, he's silently panicking for a moment.

You. All of you. From the way you say "good morning" in a raspy voice to the "goodnight" you separate with a yawn. How I can tell exactly what's on your mind by the expression on your face. The little dances you do when you're having a good day. How adorable your scowl is. The way my chest hurts when I see you frowning.

Sanji gives you a reassuring smile and shakes his head slightly. "Nothing you should worry about, love," he dismissed you. A beautiful liar he is - nothing in his voice indicates the dread that resides inside him.

His heartbeat quickens suddenly when you give him a flash of a smile. In the twilight of a dark night, you look like a faerie, luring a poor, lovesick man to bestow his deepest, darkest secrets upon you.

And Sanji just might.

"Maybe I want to." You shrug your shoulders. With your other hand, you poke his chest playfully. "I'm fine with worrying if it's about you."

Sanji swallows thickly. You're in his bed, snuggled against him and openly admitting you care about him. If he doesn't change the course of the conversation soon, he might act upon his desire, confess feelings he's been unwilling to admit even to himself.

"As much as I appreciate that," he begins nervously, "there's enough in that pretty little head of yours. You just lean on me and I'll do the rest." Sanji forces himself to smile softly at you as he makes a point of leaning through putting his hand on his chest.

You chuckle and bite your lower lip. Sanji's mind tries to slip into his well-known fantasies of kissing you but he manages to keep his thoughts at the present moment.

"Spoken like a true gentleman." Hinging on your forearm, you lean closer to his face. "Maybe it's you I should marry."

He clenches his hand covered by the duvet. Having you so close to him was a daydream until you made it turn into somewhat of a nightmare. Sanji keeps telling himself that whatever happens, he can't let you in on his feelings, fearing that if you learn of his hopeless affliction, you will abandon his intimacy once and for all. And that Sanji doesn't even want to consider as a possibility.

"I thought you wanted to marry a prince," he says in an attempt to divert the conversation.

A scoff leaves your lips and you shake your head in disapproval.

"Fuck princes," you drone out. "I'm not a participation award you can put in your trophy case and show off. I'm more like wild, untamed waters. Like a maelstrom." Your voice hangs for a moment and Sanji holds on to it with more hope than he thought he's capable of. Maybe the universe really did take pity on him. Then, you lean even closer to him, leaving a rather obscene lack of space between your faces. "And you, my lovely Sanji, are a skilled sailor."

His heart stops for a moment.

"Don't do this," he whispers in a weak voice. "Don't give me hope for something I can never have. It's cruel."

"'Can never have?'" you repeat in confusion. "It's your bed I keep crawling back into despite telling myself to stop doing that. You already have me. All of me. I don't care how desperate that makes me look. I want you to have me."

Sanji tries to control his ragged breathing. His iron will is crumbling as he allows himself to look at your lips. Is he dreaming?

"You shouldn't say things you don't mean," he warns you in a distant voice. His mind is too occupied, too busy going haywire, to be rooted in reality. Will you taste as sweet as he imagined? Will you linger on his lips like the reviving kiss of a goddess given to a dying man?

"You shouldn't assume I'm someone who just runs their mouth," you answer.

His lips barely touch yours. There's too much fear in him - fear, that this isn't actually happening. That you're just a dream within a dream, that he imagined this moment to curb his desperation. But then he feels you kissing him back, your lips engulfing his as though you're silently begging him not to go anywhere and stay with you. Sanji can't help himself putting his hand on the nape of your neck and fixing the angle off the kiss to deepen it; to kiss you like princesses deserve to be kissed.

Maybe you are a maelstrom - raging waters twisting into deadly whirlpools. But he's definitely not a sailor. A shipmate would navigate dangerous tides, while Sanji seems to be drowning. The waters of you are filling his lungs and yet he feels like he's breathing for the very first time. He's slowly falling farther away from the light of reason. Soon, darkness engulfs him. But it's not cold. It's not lonely. It's the darkness of a warm, summer night.

And in this darkness, drowned in the untamed waters of a maelstrom, he hears a siren singing in your voice:

The madness of returned devotion.

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back2bluesidex · 10 months

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Monitoring Duty - JJK

Pairing: Idol!Jungkook X Managerial staff!Reader

Theme: Fluff, f2l (kinda), coworkers to lovers (kinda)

Summary: You are tasked with monitoring Jungkook's weverse live tonight, which starts with you trying to shove ramyeon down your throat and ends with Jungkook confessing that he likes you too.

Wordcount: 1.7k+

Warnings: None.

A/N: trust me, I had no plans of writing this one but couldn't really get this idea out of my head... so, please suffer with me. thank you very much. and it's really stupid so please forgive me.

Weverse: 🌟JK started a LIVE - I am tired..

Your phone dinged with the notification. You know what it can be and you are prepared but currently you are struggling to chew and swallow the last bit of cup ramyeon, so that you can finally get into your monitoring duty.

Drinking the water in a breath and debunking choking possibilities, you reach for your work laptop. Opening the application while putting down the password doesn't take you more than 10 seconds.

And finally you are in. Now all you have to do is to monitor Jungkook and take appropriate actions when there is an inappropriate situation such as, he falls asleep, or he spoils his upcoming schedule, or he gets repetitive calls from a sasaeng etc.

You melt on the hotel couch. Your limbs feel like jelly due to all the workload you have been through since 4 am in the morning. Being a managerial staff of a Kpop idol is neither fancy nor pleasant. While thousands of fans dream of being at your place, you want nothing more than a year long break. But then again, the pay is good and you are in need of money as well as a strong professional profile.

And another reason for you pursuing this gruesome job is, the man you are currently monitoring.

It has been more than two years since you joined Hybe. For the first year you worked with the entire team and for the last one year, you have been appointed as one of the managerial staff of the maknae.

You don’t know when in this last one year, you started to grow and harbor some kind of fondness towards Jungkook. Not that you don’t know the rules and regulations of the company (most of which don’t apply in terms of BTS), you can recite those better than your phone number, but still… staying immune to Jungkook’s charms, and especially the way he treats you with all the kindness of the world (which makes you wonder at times whether feelings are mutual or not), wasn’t possible for you.

You know it’s foolish, you know there will be no return to your affection but you still like to enjoy this feeling of liking him, adoring him from afar, praying for him in silence. You will move on someday, but as of now, your focus is trained on him and only on him.

“Oh the festival? The festival was crazy! You know it’s the first time I have performed in a festival all alone without the members, so it was scary and I was nervous. But seeing the other artists enjoying themselves and watching you guys cheering for me helped me a lot. Hope you guys liked it.” Jungkook giggles. You mirror his actions while watching him through your laptop screen.

If you put your ear on the wall, you could probably hear his mellow voice piercing through the thin cement of the overpriced hotel room. You are given the room beside him for handling emergencies quickly and he doesn’t even know that. He doesn’t even care, does he?

You shake off your thoughts as you try to focus on the live.

Jungkook restlessly talks and tries to interact with the fans despite being dead tired. You have been with him all day long and you know how hectic things were. He has hardly got any sleep since the day he landed in the US. Interviews, performances, event invitations, everything was lined up one after another. It all ended with the Summerfest performance today. Just this one live and after that he will get to rest for a couple of days before catching a flight back to Korea.

You roll your eyes as Jungkook starts to sing to comply with the request of a fan.

“He just performed for an hour and twelve minutes! And you people still want him to sing? Even when he is clearly tired?” you groan at the screen. Most of the time you respect fans’ love for Bangtan but sometimes their nonchalant demands really piss you off.

Jungkook finishes signing and starts coughing immediately. You follow the live stream as he leaves his chair and starts looking for water in the refrigerator.

He coughs some more and then with a very choked voice, says, “ah! Guys! I’m running out of water. Should I drink water from the faucet then?”

You grab two bottles from the nightstand as soon as possible and run towards his room.

Within a few moments of ringing the bell, Jungkook appears at the door. At first his eyes go wide seeing you standing there wearing an oversized tshirt and a pair of sweats, then his eyes fall on the bottles you have in your hold. He coughs again and you hastily open the cap of one of the bottles and thrust it towards his lips. He grabs it immediately and drinks until he is satisfied.

You try not to stare at the way his adam’s apple bobs when he chugs water down or the way he wipes his lips to get rid of the remnants of water, but fail miserably and you guess Jungkook notices that too, otherwise there is no apparent reason for him to smile sheepishly.

“Thanks” he says, closing the bottle, “so… you are on monitoring duty tonight?”

“Yeah. Are you okay though? You have been coughing since morning.” You reply, neglecting the way your skin heats up because of Jungkook’s intense stare at your smaller form.

“I am fine, Y/N. Much better now that you are here…” Jungkook pauses, your eyes widen at his statement, “with the water I mean.” both of you chuckle nervously.

“Umm.. I will wrap it up quickly okay? I don’t want to overwork you. Just give me ten more minutes.”

“Jungkook, it’s alright. Take your time. I like to watch you doing silly stuff anyway.” you smile and he giggles.

“It felt nice… hearing you say that.” Jungkook gives you one of his bunny smiles as his dark orbs find yours. You two stay there staring at each other, without giving a damn about the 10 million people that are currently staring at a chair, until reality finally seeps into your veins again.

“Bye. Good night.” you murmur as Jungkook nods.

He is already back at his seat when you come back to your room and sit on the couch.

“Jungkook-ah, I wish I had a better word than love to explain how much I love you.”

Jungkook reads a comment.

“Umm… better word than love? Is there anything like this?” He thinks for a moment, squirting his eyes, placing his index finger on his chin and pretending to think hard, “I watched a drama where the male lead confesses his love for the girl he likes saying something like ‘the moon is beautiful’ and I think that was really romantic. So, from now on if you want to say that you love me beyond explanation, use ‘the moon is beautiful’ and I will understand right away. Okay?”

You see as the comment section goes wild with “moon is beautiful” comments rapidly. Fans really love him a lot and he too, is so dedicated to his fans that sometimes you get jealous.

Within five more minutes, Jungkook is saying bye and turning the live stream off. You leave a sigh of relief, nothing went wrong under your watch and now you can finally sleep.

You hit the bed with a thud, wrap the duvet around your body and close your eyes only to be startled by the vibration of your phone that is kept on the nightstand.

You grab your phone with an annoyed huff, which vanishes when you see it’s a text from Jungkook.

“Do you wanna grab a beer? If you are not asleep yet?”

And the next moment you are bolting towards Jungkook’s room, fucking your sleep and nighttime rest.

You two settle comfortably at the balcony, talking about nothing and everything at the same time, while staring at the night sky. Gradually you forget that you are tired and you haven’t got any sleep for almost 20 hours now. But who cares. If having no sleep exchanges a bit of quality time alone with Jungkook then you would gladly stay awake night after night.

“Jimin hyung texted me earlier, saying I did a great job.” Jungkook says, sipping on his beer.

“See, you were panicking for nothing. You always do a great job.” You reply, he chuckles and then for a minute or so, you two fall into a comfortable silence. Until Jungkook decides to break it.

“The moon is beautiful.” Jungkook whispers and you hear it loud and clear. Your heart stops beating for a moment. You stare at the said moon blankly. You don’t know if it is what you think it is. Maybe you are wrong, the moon is really beautiful tonight and that pact he made, is between him and his fans, it has nothing to do with you. On the top of that there is no way he feels something for you. You are just a nobody, nothing in front of him and his grandiose life.

So you reply, “yes, it is.”

“Y/N… You have been watching the live and you know what I mean right?” Jungkook’s voice suddenly feels closer to your body. You don’t know if it’s really happening or is it just a fragment of your dream, so you stay silent.

Jungkook grabs your arms and turns your body to face him.

And then within a moment you are caged between his muscular body and the balcony railing.

“Don’t I deserve an answer?” Jungkook breathes on your lips.

“Do- do you really..?”

“Yes, I do. And I wonder why you didn't notice it when I am always giving you heart eyes, when I am trying to be as close to you as possible, when I am always looking for chances to converse with you, to spend a little bit of time with you.”

“But- Jungkook..”

“What’s your answer, Y/N?”

“Jungkook, my answer doesn’t matter. Not when I am one of your employees. It’s prohibited for me.” you try to make him understand.

“You just need to say yes, Y/N. I can manage the rest.”

“I will get fired.”

“You won’t. Don’t you trust me?”

“I do.” “Then let me take care of things okay?”

“Okay.” You smile at him, as he connects his forehead with yours. You breathe in him, his scent, his warmth and his affection for you. You don’t know about the future, you don’t have a clue about the struggles you are about to face. But you know you love him and he loves you back. So maybe things will be alright. You will let Jungkook take care of things as he wants, as for now, when he reaches down to lock his lips with yours, you taste euphoria on him.

A/N: The idea of "Moon is beautiful" instead of "I love you" is derived from the KDrama "Romance is a bonus book.

Taglist:

@phenomenalgirl9 @soraviie @variety-is-the-joy-of-life @sukunabitch

#bts fluff #jungkook fluff #bts x reader #jungkook x reader #jungkook x y/n #jungkook x you #bts x you #bts fanfiction #jungkook fanfic #bts jungkook #jeon jungkook

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stay-tiny-ville · 3 months

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Hwang Hyunjin

Summary ~ lovely boy :( (Or dating head cannons for Hwang Hyunjin)

A.N. - ONE MORE TO GO WHOOOOOOO

A.N. 2 - if my describing of your relationship growing up didn’t make sense I’m sorry I don’t know how to word it 😭😭😭

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Muse, love, beautiful, dove, love, angel, Cara Mia, mon Cher are a few names he’d give you def a lot of “my love”s in another language

Ive heard some mixed opinions (well not that many but a couple) saying that he would be reserved and only lovey behind closed doors

However i argue the opposite and agree with the positions on him being a true hopeless romantic at heart

Tall boy loves holding you as you sleep

Obviously wakes before you (Probably) with his horrendous schedule and just has a true “this is life, and i am living and loving being alive” moment when he just gets to look at you all peaceful and beautiful in his arms

Covers the corners of things with his hand so you don’t hit your head

Stfu he would paint you

Your hands, your face, you two together, or he would take a stab at paintings that are simply based on the memory/emotion but not paint the memory (like he would do that thing where people can see sounds and he would try to imagine your laugh and paint it-i'll die on this hill)

Taught you how to waltz anD DANCES WITH YOU ON THE BACK PORCH UNDER THE MOONLIGHT SOB

So dramatic like will burst into tears if he gets a paper cut or stubs a toe (i mean yeah it hurts but he’s dYING)

Unlike some of the members like Chan, he’s always with you, like you’re never alone and if he’s at rehearsals? Oh look, you’re here too. Meeting with JYP? Oh, can you come in too? He’s going shopping? He’s at the red carpet for versace? He’s-

You get it

Spiritually and physically attached

Spins you all the time

Context: every single time you come out of the bedroom after getting ready to go out or simply just coming out of the room he takes your right hand with his right hand and twirls you into his side before a required temple kissy and moves on/out the door

Required ritual or the world ends

I imagine you two as childhood best friends (yes, THAT trope) and i don’t necessarily think of it as one of you had a crush on each other as you grew up, you just grew up together in love as if it’s what you were taught to do

When you went to school and learned about the different types of emotions or had the healthy relationship talk you didn't think anything of it

I didn't know what love felt like until I turned 18 and you thought this adoration was a normal feeling

Until your friends talked about their lives and you realized most people don't have a bond like you do, most people don't feel like you do about your soulmate Jinnie

You didn't feel this way about the crushes you’ve had previously

Normal people don’t always put their one friend before everybody else

Either you went straight to Hyunjin and talked about it because you could talk to him about anything or not, he would realize the same thing, i can’t say if it was slower or faster than you, it depends i suppose

But i imagine the transition was just from the average hugs and hand holding and kisses on the forehead that were just normal things with no thought behind them became ones with love behind them

Puts you before himself

You’re cold means trade cold for his jacket he will suffer instead

You’re sick he’ll sacrifice his health to cuddle and coddle you all day long

You haven’t been eating well/at all he’ll give you his food after rehearsals

Lays his head on your chest

He’s baby :(

SLEEP ON YOUR CHEST AAAAAAAH

Like I haven’t thought about who cuddles how and who is big or little spoon but Hyunjin loves to just lay on your chest or lap

HES BABY

Please he’s dress you up in rich ass clothes even if it looks putrid together

The softest with you when you’re upset :(

Like you’d just not be doing too good be it sad or bad day and he could tell because you weren’t responding as energetically to his jokes and funny haha’s (please that autocorrected to Gaga’s) and his smile turns into a frown and he’d stop you from walking away by grabbing your shoulder that was farthest from him and turned you to look at him

When you kept your head low he ducked to meet your eyes and the sadness/tiredness in the made him sad :(

Takes care of you all day and sits with you on the floor in front of the couch on the fuzzy (I imagine white faux fur bc he’s bougie) rug

You sit in his lap facing him while his back is against the couch and he doesn’t break eye contact to let you know he’s listening so whenever you look back up at him from messing with his clothes he’s looking right at you

Please he’s so baby I could write so much more about hopeless romantic baby Hyunjin

ASO RQ I AM FOREVER OBSESSED WITH BOTH RED HAIR HYUNJIN (which is a trade of passage for Stays at this point) AND MAXIDENT TASTE (which is such a banger I will die on this hill again) SHORT BLUE HYUNJIN HAIR AAAAAAAH

N e ways he’s baby and so so lovely I love

#how many times did I say baby start a counter lmao #skz imagines #skz x reader #skz fluff #skz scenarios #stray kids #stray kids imagines #stray kids x reader #skz fanfic #hwang hyunjin x reader #hyunjin x reader #skz hyunjin x reader #skz x you #hyunjin x you

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kanmom51 · 8 months

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JM live 1 September 2023 20:54 or 8:54 pm KST

And a little bit about JK's same day live as well.

Part 1

Cr./The creators of the media used in this post.

So we got a live from JK at the start of the day. 12:55 am or 00:55 KST, and from JM in the evening, at 20:55 or 8:54 pm KST.

One opening the days birthday celebrations (or was he?) and the other closing them (in a sense).

Do we have numbers working for the two?

Let's see.

JK's live:

Super easy. Add the 1+2+5+5=13. Then add 0+0+5+5=10.

What?

13/10.

So we get JK's special day with JM's special day. How sweet.

JM's live: Add the 2+0+5+4=11. Then add the 8+5+4=17 and down to a single digit: 1+7=8.

Guess what we get.

8/11

And if you want just a little bit more utilize the date:

1/9/23

1+9+2+3=15

and Ta-dah...

8/11/15

Oh, and if it's numbers we are talking about, and if anyone has any kind of doubt that numbers mean so so much to JM and JK, well here's another little doozy.

JM's watch. Yes, the tens of thousands of dollars worth watch he was wearing during the live.

*Screenshot taken at 3:20 min. mark.

It's a little hard to see, but the time on his watch looks to be around the 3:27 mark.

I want to remind you that JM started his live at 8:54 pm KST. JM has been in SK for months and you would think his watch would be set to KST, no?

Screen shot at 8:24 min.

Screenshot of watch at 32:56 min. mark.

Deduct the live time stamp at every one of those given moments from the time on the watch and you will go back to 3:23/4.

Why, you may ask, am I making such a big deal about this?

Well, my dear friends, this is why:

JK's time of birth tattoo, just to remind you.

JK's time of birth being 3:23-24.

Did JM set his watch to start the live at 3:23-24? JK's birth time?

Wait, but that's not the end of it.

Because JM's watch is also of significance.

Launched in 1997.

What in the effing hell?

Like, if you have another explanation please do explain!!!

Watch not working? Nope, it is, time counting as the live goes on, all from the 3:23 mark.

Coincidence? Again? That his watch happens to be set at JK's birth time, and it also, by chance, being one launched same year JK was born? JK, who's birthday happens to be on that specific day? The person who JM tells us to wish happy birthday and that it's a "wonderful day"?

Please don't continue to say this is all a coincidence. Setting your watch to a time that happens to be JK's birth time, something we have been told in the past, something that JK tattooed on his own body, hence being of significance to him, and most obviously of significance to JM as well.

JM and JK might not be saying the words out loud, but shit, they sure are being as loud as hell about what they are to each other!!!

Ok, so I mentioned in passing JK's live. His almost 9 minute live. His totally out of character shorter than short live, even more so when we are talking about a birthday live. No cake. No candles. No playlist (he told us this was just the music that he left on when he left earlier and it's still playing). No patience, lol. He came, he said hi, he told us he was out with friends he was practicing with (wonder if the reason he came live is to explain who with and why he was out and about...), said he's suffering from insomnia and he has to sleep. Did a card trick...MAGIC... Lol, and ducked. Like even his goodbye was super super short. Now, you could say he had a tight schedule, which he does, and that he has to sleep, which he does. But JK was definitley not on his way to bed when he was doing that live, nor shortly after. He was happy and super hyped, and in NO WAY shape or form about to go to bed at that point.

We need to remember that when they say they have a schedule, it's not a 9 to 5 job. Many a times their days start at noon and later and they keep on working into the early hours of the morning. That is the nature of their work. So having a tight schedule doesn't necessarily mean he has to be up at 7 or 8 am and off to the company or wherever he needs to be in the morning.

You could claim he was excited because it was his birthday, and perhaps you would be right. But if it was the end of his night, then excited what for? Bed? Where he struggles to fall asleep? Nah, I don't think so.

So yeah, I think you know where I'm going with this.

Only that this time we didn't get a photo because there was no one around to buffer.

2019 JM flies back to Seoul to celebrate JK's birthday with him. 2020 JM was with JK on his birthday eve. 2021 we don't know, they didn't tell us, we got a selfie the next day in the safety of the company - not the two together alone at JK's or JM's. 2022 JM was also with JK on his birthday eve. We got to see and hear about it just after JK's birthday, and we had Jhope there as a buffer. Why buffer? So that god forbid they aren't spending his birthday eve alone at his place, especially if it's happening year after year after year, cause you know, people would say it means nothing but at the same time it means everything.

I'm going to say it out loud, and shoot me (not literally) if you wish, but this is a hill I am willing to die on. JK wrote his birthday message and very possibly was not planning to go live that night. Perhaps he did come live because of the photos that came out of him with the fans and the info about him being out and about that night. But for whatever reason JK did go live that night it was always going to be short and sweet. And I do believe that is because he had something else planned which is not going to sleep.

I do believe whatever he had planned was with JM. Period. That's what JK was anticipating, that's what he was excited and happy for, that's why he came for a couple of secs and jolted off.

And for those that are already running to the comments screaming "but JM said he only spoke with JK the day before his birthday to wish him happy birthday" I say: hold your horses, I will most definitley get to it and explain to y'all exactly how JM did not say that by no means. Take a breath, be patient, read on, you'll see why JM said no such thing.

The two of the men having the live the same day.

It kind of felt weird that of all days JM goes live on JK's birthday. Well, maybe weird isn't the right word, but curious is more fitting.

JM wanted to come live for some time now. He says that. But then why, of all days, choose this one?

JM himself tells us he wasn't planning to go live from home that day (while on his way to fetch the mood lamp to show us).

Both lives feel unplanned, rushed and unprepared. There. I said it.

Did either of them even plan to do these lives? Or, perhaps they were a consequence of circumstances? JK wanting to clarify his outing (knowing how this fandom rolls). And JM... why JM? Well, maybe there was actually a birthday live planned? Could that be? One at the company? Us finally getting a Jikook live? Or even just a proper JK live at the company with a cake and all? But JK's schedule ran later than expected maybe? Hence one boyfie coming to the rescue and going live in his stead?

All of the above is questions, queries, possible explanations as to why JM decided to go live from home on JK's birthday, even though he himself tells us this was not the plan. I don't have the answer to these questions, but it definitley does have me wondering.

Will continue this discussion with regards to JM later on in my post.

Let's get to talking about JM's live. Starting by his opening pic.

I have to tell you that first thought I had when seeing the photo was "is that JK?". The frame wasn't right, but the outfit most definitely was, lol.

And guess what?

He's wearing pants for the boys new favourite brand. I guess JM's the one wearing the pants in the house, lol. But then, are they his? They do seem a little on the bigger size.

So, first 17 minutes or so to the live JM talks a bit about not coming live for a while and how he wanted and yet didn't because he's been going through a bit of a personal journey. Not doing well enough in his March promotions, in his mind, had him frustrated and unhappy with himself. Him wanting to restart rather than fix what he feels might be lacking. Kind of resetting himself per say as an artist? In any case he's been doing a lot of introspection. I guess I've mentioned that already, lol. The feeling I got from what he was telling us is that he himself didn't know how to explain what he wanted to tell us. His words not thoroughly thought out, perhaps another sign as to him going live unprepared and before properly thinking out what he wanted to tell us.

JM talks about being at the Dior event. Being nervous and awkward. Also wanting to thank fans that came to see him.

JM is asked multiple times about his hands. Oh my, those hands.

And when I say multiple times, I mean MULTIPLE times, lol. And JM keeps reading those comments and keeps answering again and again and again that it's a scrape from him working out, doesn't hurt, not to worry. At one point, after he is talking about JK's birthday, telling us it's a wonderful day, lovely smile on his face, and asked yet again, he 'bites back' (if you can call if bite back, lol), telling the commenter to look for it later (as in go watch the live from the start when it's over and they will find out).

Is this the right time to discuss JM talking about JK's birthday?

I think it is.

At around the 18 minute stamp time this goes down:

He says Jungkookie, btw.

From the moment he said JK is very busy (he looks at the camera) and up to this point, when he talks about JK's health, not once does JM look at the camera. His eyes were all over the place. And that includes not looking at the camera when he said "I talked to him on the telephone yesterday too".

Remember this?

@dgtn brought this to my attention. JM's eye movement in this part of the live reminds of his eye movement while thinking just before he goes for the kill with JK and the "did you answer them".

Here's JM talking about Jungkookie's birthday. Look at his eyes.

(But that smile at the end...)

JM was definitely deep in thought as to what to say, how to word what he wanted to say for JK's birthday.

Several things to note.

Where to start?

I guess I'll start from the obvious.

People jumping on the wagon: "JM didn't see JK on his birthday. He said so. He said he talked to him yesterday...(to wish him happy birthday?)".

Me, I'm calling the bull.

And I will explain it to you too (foreshadowing).

JM, as usual, is very precise how he words what he wants to say.

His words in this instance:

He mentions JK's birthday today, tells us he's very busy and then says "I talked to him on the phone yesterday too..." and back to "he's really busy..."

"I talked to him on the phone yesterday too..."

Let's take this apart, why don't we?

JM spoke with JK on the phone.

The conversation happened yesterday.

What did they talk about? He doesn't tell us. But mentioning JK being busy before he talks about the phone call and after he talks about the phone call. It feels like this is what he is telling us they spoke about.

So far so good, right?

And then we have two words/things said/or not said that are EVERYTHING here.

One word that he says, the other something that is not said and, at least to me, is super loud and super important and was omitted purposefully.

First word is "too".

I talked to him yesterday too...

TOO.

Leaving the context of the sentence open to interpretation.

Could be any of these:

I talked to him yesterday too just like I speak to him every day?

I talked to him yesterday too because I spoke to him today as well?

I talked to him yesterday too because I was also seeing him later on as well to celebrate his birthday with him?

As for what was missing, well to me it was quite obvious.

JM does not tell us that he wished JK happy birthday.

There was no "I talked to him yesterday too and wished him happy birthday".

JM makes sure to tell us he spoke with JK yesterday (which is not on JK's birthday). Makes sure to add the TOO, but forgets to say that's also when he wished him happy birthday? I think not.

JM is super measured. He is so very careful in what he says and how he says it, especially when it comes to JK. This man not saying it means the words were added or omitted on purpose. And not telling us he wished JK happy birthday in that phone call, well, makes it clear that the phone call in question was definitley not the end of it. Because there is no way in hell that JM would not wish JK happy birthday personally (not via an IG post that JK wouldn't see anyway not being on IG).

Since when would JM not wish JK happy birthday? The man is telling us to wish JK happy birthday, telling us it's a wonderful day, setting his watch to JK's birth time. The man that flew back from Paris to be with JK on his birthday. And also let us know he did it. He wouldn't have wished JK happy birthday himself? And this man wouldn't tell us so either?

Nah. This is JM telling us he spoke with JK, something he does all the time, and that the conversation he's talking about has nothing to do with JK's birthday.

And yeah, by omitting that he's also letting us know that he had another opportunity, one he isn't letting us in on, in which he got to wish JK happy birthday.

PERIOD!

JM talking about JK looking after his health. The way those two worry about each other.

Did I mention the pause as JM finishes talking about JK? It being a wonderful day? The smile on his face?

Oh, and JK mentions JK's birthday once more at the end of the live as well when summing up the live.

Thank you JM for reminding us once more it's JK's birthday and that it was one of those things in your live worth mentioning in your own recap of the live.

Now, I know that there are idiots that are dragging Mingyu for saying he met JK yesterday (on his birthday) and ate with him.

Well, dragging Mingyu on the one hand for what? Saying he met up with his friend on his birthday? That by doing so he was dissing JM? And others, on the other hand, using this, very stupidly, to prove that a busy JK would rather meet up with Mingyu than with JM.

Are we forgetting what JM told us? Well, JK too? That JK is super busy? Most likely in the Hybe building. You know, where Mingyu also comes to work, being in Seventeen, another Hybe band. Could they have met up at Hybe? Of course they could have. Could they even maybe have met up for a meal break at Hybe? Of course they could have. Mingyu was doing the live in a company car, probably on his way home from work looking super tired. So yeah. Chances are that they met at Hybe.

And as for JM, well, you already know where I stand on that one.

JM and JK most definitely saw each other on JK's birthday. Most likely right after JK's live.

Ok, this one is getting a little too long. So I think I'll leave you all here at the moment, let it all sink in, and come back with a part 2 that will include our little house tour and a few more interesting points - well for me at least, lol.

To be continued...

#Jimin #JM #JM live #JM Weverse live #Jungkook #JK #JK birthday #JK birthday 2023 #Jikook #Kookmin #Minkook

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sugarcoated-lame · 8 months

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living comfortably out in jackson with this older joel and he still fucks you deep and slow like he did all those years ago. takes you home after going to the bar in town and let’s you ride him, but let’s out a chuckle when you ride him hard.

“easy there, darlin’. blow this old man’s back out if y’ keep ridin’ me like that.”

(also your new layout is so cute i love it!!! 🥰)

this contains smut, so 18+ minors dni!*

*extremely loud sounds of me falling down the stairs*

Hhhhfejvjekf oh my god SEB !!! <33 Joel thots are literally just what I needed right now while I’m suffering in bed from my period so thank you 😭💜💜

You and Joel live a quiet, comfortable life in Jackson, the two of you sleeping in on mornings when neither of you are scheduled to be on patrol, enjoying cups of coffee and listening to the sweet sounds of Joel playing his guitar on the porch, cooking dinners together and cuddling on the couch in front of the fireplace.

The two of you like to joke about his age, and you love to tease Joel about what an old man he is, because you know it riles him up and because secretly, he loves it. Loves it when he gets the opportunity to prove you wrong, how good he can make you feel, to show you just what this old man can do to you.

Fucking you deep into your mattress, his body a comforting weight leaning over your back as he thrusts into you from behind, torturously slow and oh so deep until you’re writhing for him, crying out for him with each harsh slap of his hips against your backside as he hits that spot deep inside you that leaves you seeing stars. Joel tuts at you, a smirk on his lips at what a desperate, mewling mess you’ve become underneath him, his beard tickling deliciously at the skin your as he leans down further to whisper in your ear.

“old man, huh? Look at what this old man is doing to you, darlin’.”

And him taking you home after going to the bar got me thinking, maybe you work nights as a bartender at the tipsy bison, and you just know Joel would be coming by the bar each night to pick you up so that you won’t be walking home alone. He shows up at the same time each night like clockwork, where you wait with his usual drink sitting atop the bar, the two of you chatting quietly amongst yourselves, just enjoying each other’s company while Joel finishes his drink and you pour a drink of your own before making the short walk home. And then riding him once you get home? Absolutely!!!

Too eager to wait to make it upstairs to the bedroom, your lips are on Joel’s the second you walk through the front door, hands scrambling to tear off his coat and unbuckle his belt and his jeans before you’re pushing him down onto the couch. After removing your own clothes just as frantically you’re straddling his lap, sinking down onto him in one swift move, knowing you’re already more than wet enough to take him. The rhythm of your hips is fast and erratic from the get-go, moving frantically against Joel’s as you rise and sink back down onto his length, nails clawing into his shoulders to keep yourself steady, your breathy moans mingling with his deep grunts. His big, rough hands grip your hips and Joel lets out a groan that morphs into a throaty chuckle as you begin riding him harder.

“easy there, darlin’. blow this old man’s back out if y’ keep ridin’ me like that.”

Hhhhnnnfjgkejg this has me screaming like a feral gremlin 🫠

Aaaah thank you so much my love, I’m so glad you like the new layout, you’re so cute and I love you!! <333 And thank you for sending in these amazing thots, they’re absolutely gonna be living in my head rent-free for the next like week haha ty, ilysm !!!! 🥰😘💕💜💕🌼

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zorosleftshoe · 1 year

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Hi, can you write a fanfic where the reader is sick but doesn't tell Colby so he doesn't worry?

Pairing: Colby Brock x Reader

Warning: one swear word

The tissues cluttered the floor but I couldn’t be bothered to pick them up. My head pounding and with each heartbeat it felt like another nail was being drove through my skull.

Colby had left early this morning to meet Sam for a meeting. They were meeting to discuss the topic of their next video and with hell week coming up I knew Colby couldn’t miss this. So I put on my fakest smile, took the deepest breath, and assured him I would be okay while he was gone. But the second the front door was shut and he was out of sight I could no longer pretend that I didn’t feel horrid.

My phone rang around lunch and when I answered I could hear Colby’s cheery voice asking if I wanted to join him for lunch.

“I actually already made plans.” Much to my dismay my voice came out in a rasp and I quickly cleared my throat. “With Kat.” Colby hummed and the phone was silent for a few seconds.

“What’s going on?” I inhaled deeply trying to ignore the pounding in my skull. “Because Kat is currently sitting next to me and I know you don’t have plans with her.” An involuntary huff escapes my lips and collapse back against the pillow behind me. “Baby?”

“It’s nothing, Colby. I’m fine.” The line beeps and when I look down at my phone it shows the call has ended. “Dammit.” Although I know what that means I silently hope Colby is just upset over the little white lie and won’t put the rest of his day on hold to rush home and check on me. Unfortunately, I’m wrong. Fifteen minutes later I hear the keys jangling outside the front door and suddenly the living room is engulfed in sunlight as the front door is pushed open.

“Oh, baby.” Colby coos once his eyes land on me. I’m currently cuddled up in a huge blanket on the couch. The tissues still littering the floor and pain meds scattered on the coffee table from the bottle being knocked over. I haven’t noticed my eyes are fluttering shut until I feel Colby’s hand pressed against my forehead and I jolt upright. “Sh, sh. It’s just me.” His hand rests on my forehead for a moment before he pulls away and stands up. “You’re burning up. I’m gonna make you some soup.” Before I can protest he’s turning around and picking up the discarded tissues and putting the pain meds back in the bottle. “I’ll be right back. I’m gonna run up to the store and get you some actually medicine, okay?” He places a sweet kiss on my forehead and disappears. My eyes flutter shut and sleep overcomes me.

When I wake up I feel tremendously better. The room is clean and the sun has set outside. I hear soft music playing from the kitchen and push the blankets off my body before walking into the kitchen. Colby is stood at the stove stirring contents in a pot while swaying to whatever song he is playing. Once I’m close enough I wrap my arms around his waist and rests my head against his back.

“Hi, sweetheart. How are feeling?” I hum in response to his question. Not wanting to answer just wanting to feel him close. “I made soup. Do you want to try to eat?” He asks over his shoulder.

“Sure. What kind of soup?”

“I’m not a chef so it’s not anything special. It’s just chicken noodle.” I nuzzle my nose into the space between his shoulders and move to stand beside him.

“Sounds perfect. Thank you.”

“Why didn’t you tell me you were sick?” I knew he would ask me this question just as much as I knew he would feel guilty for allowing me to suffer alone all day even though it wasn’t his fault.

“I didn’t want you to worry about me. Hell week is coming up and your schedule has been so slam packed. You just didn’t have the time to take off. I was okay, Colbs.” He stopped stirring the soup and turns to look at me.

“Work is important. That’s true. But you have to understand I will always make time for you. Always.” My lips twitch upwards in a smile and he pulls me into his side and hold me there as he finishes making the soup.

“Thanks for always taking care of me.” He leans his head against mine and leaves it there as we both watch the soup swirl in the pot.

“Thank you for letting me.”

#sam and colby #colby brock imagine #colby brock x reader #colby brock x y/n #colby brock x you #colby brock

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pristinekanesays · 1 year

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🦋Life Is Strange: How It's Like Sleeping Next To Them.

🦋 some sappy headcanons 'cause im bored

🐺 GN!Reader, no specific pronouns are mentioned!

🦋 warnings: cutesy romantic stuff eugh, swearing, nathan's dad being a sexist asshole, nightmares.

🎧A/N: I bought Before The Storm but I'm not a big fan of the Remastered versions of Life Is Strange, it just doesn't feel the same? I love the blank faces while someone is literally dying.

🦋Chloe Price:

♡ Usually wakes up on her stomach but falls asleep on her back.

ツIt's literally a nightmare to sleep beside her, she snores, turns and tosses the whole night and talks in her sleep.

♡ Listens to music while she falls asleep, headphones in or playing on her radio alarm clock.

ツSurprisingly, not a blanket stealer, she literally kicks any sort of warmth off of her at night because she moves around so much.

♡ Nightmares, in Before The Storm and Life Is Strange, they're just not as vivid and real as they were before. She wakes up and checks if you're still there, it's comforting for her to see you asleep.

ツIt's rare for her to fall asleep at a healthy time and even if she does, she'll wake up A LOT during the night.

♡ She tends to sleep in a lot and accidentally (sometimes purposely) leaves people/you on read because she rarely hears the notifications.

ツHeavy sleeper.

🍂Kate Marsh:

♡ Falls asleep on her back and wakes up on her back.

ツShe's like a calm mother bird, will play with your hair and you can't tell me she wouldn't fucking softly sing you to sleep. (oh my god)

♡ It helps her sleep when you're there, she likes looking at you and thinking about how grateful she is.

ツWill talk to you for hours when she should really be sleeping, talking about her drawings, classes or the bird she saw like last month.

♡ She tries to make sure to fall asleep at a healthy time, she plans her day out but is sometimes so busy studying that she completely forgets.

ツDepends on the day if she's a blanket stealer that night, if it's warm, she sees no need for any blankets but if it's freezing cold then you're the one suffering.

♡ Light sleeper, like you get up and suddenly she's getting up with you.

📷Max Caulfield:

♡ Falls asleep on her side or her back but always wakes up on her back.

ツIt's not that bad sleeping next to Max, she'll maybe move a little during the night but nothing super major.

♡ HUGE blanket stealer, she knows what she's doing and will just smile and laugh if you confront her.

ツShe'll decide on sleeping then suddenly she needs to look something up or study and forgets that she needs sleep to survive until an hour or so later.

♡ Falls asleep pretty easily but if she can't she'll just wait a few minutes then go on a whole rant about her day and how she was hanging with Chloe the whole time.

ツSort of a light sleeper, if you need to go anywhere you've gotta crawl there or something.

🎭Rachel Amber:

♡ Falls asleep on her side and wakes up on her back.

ツLike Victoria, she has a whole routine before bed. Skincare, posting and scrolling through her socials, listening to music.

♡ Not a blanket stealer thankfully but she can be though depending on the temperature.

ツShe can also spend hours talking to you like Kate does, mainly talking about how drama's going for her or how badly she wants to leave Arcadia Bay.

♡ She mainly sticks to her healthy sleep schedule with no interruptions unless something major happens, like when she found out her dad was cheating on her mom. (pretty understandable.)

ツShe's a heavy sleeper, you gotta shake her a few times like she's a fucking salt shaker.

🎬 Victoria Chase:

♡ Oh jesus, she sleeps in ANY position like she could be hanging off the bed and still fall asleep. Mostly falls asleep on her back though, wakes up basically on the floor.

ツTakes hours doing her skincare and her skin is honestly GLOWING afterwards, face masks, expensive ass skin creams in those teeny tiny bottles, soft music playing in the background.

♡ BLANKET STEALER, BLANKET STEALER! Like she'll pull the blanket off of you while you're still awake and act extremely confused when you look at her with an annoyed look.

ツShe can maybe gossip a little before she falls asleep halfway during the conversation, you know because she starts sleep talking about the most random shit.

♡ Sticks to her sleep schedule, no matter what. Like there could be a whole loud ass fight in the hall but she just rolls her eyes or picks a fight with them before falling asleep.

ツHeavy sleeper, she has to set a shit ton of alarms and only you/Nathan know because she's really embarrassed about it.

🎮Warren Graham:

♡ Dorky dork who falls asleep on his stomach and wakes up on his back or halfway off of the bed.

ツRoutine? Skincare? Nah, he's just a natural cutie.

♡ Moves a lot during the night and accidentally smacked the shit out of you once during the night, he was actually worried but nervously laughing the whole time, sleep talks a lot about the funniest, weirdest shit ever.

ツNah, not a blanket stealer.

♡ Shitty fucking sleep schedule, he's always up studying or playing video games and you'll wake up at 4AM and he's still playing or he's somehow fell asleep with the controller still in his hands.

ツOn a good day, he'll be asleep by 2:30AM but on a bad day he's probably pulling an all nighter.

♡ Heavy sleeper, like scream in his ear and his body will shift a little but he's (still) asleep

🧨Nathan Prescott:

♡ Can't believe I feel bad for this man but he'll pick a position and stick with it the whole night.

ツHis dad's a fucking asshat who told him doing skincare as a man is bad, but he takes care of his skin privately and feels really guilty about it after.

♡ Okay, everyone I write for has to hold you or be held in some way while sleeping but Nathan is on a WHOLE different level. An arm wrapped tightly around you that won't move no matter what, his head tucked into your neck or his leg wrapped around your waist. (no, no..why is he attractive??)

ツNightmares, really terrifying nightmares that are so fucking specific and vivid. He wakes up shaking and goes back to sleep (if he ever does) shaking.

♡ Blanket? Fuck your needs, the blankets his now.

ツHORRIBLE SLEEP SCHEDULE?! Like he's up at 5AM smoking weed and slumped over a chair with his eyes closed.

♡ All nighters sometimes, normally falls asleep at 4AM or later. (teach him how to sleep, wtf.)

ツLight sleeper, he wakes up immediately when he hears you moving and instantly thinks you're gonna leave and become a banana or something (dumbass dude)

#🤍kane's headcanons #nathan prescott x reader #kate marsh x reader #victoria chase x reader #max caulfield x reader #chloe price x fem!reader #rachel amber x reader #warren graham x reader #lis headcanons #life is strange headcanons

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hazeracha · 9 months

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• // ep. 171 // •

pairing // chan x reader

warning // smut, that's really it tbh and a little bit of fluff

wc: 3.9k

A/N this is my first time writing smut so I hope it was okay, let me know what you think please.... I also tried a new layout I although it's not really that different. But it might looked a little messed up on different devices so I’m sorry about that, I don’t know how to fix it and it’s stressing me out.

You missed Chan, you had only been apart for a few days but you missed him. You missed all the boys actually. They were such a big part of your life and when they weren’t there you felt lonely.

You haven’t gone home since Chan left and you have tidied the dorm from top to bottom multiple times to keep your mind occupied. For some reason, you miss him more than usual and you're not sure why? Probably because the last time you saw him your time together was interrupted, and you haven't been able to fulfil your needs as Chan has been so busy. You grabbed something to eat and sat on Chan’s bed turning on the TV. You sent him a message a little while ago and he still hasn’t replied. Just as you turned on the TV you got a notification telling you Chan was going live. Quickly clicking on the notification you put his live on the TV and sat back getting ready to watch.

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As soon as the live ended you clicked on Chan’s contact and waited for his face to appear on screen. He was sitting at the desk he filmed his live and you could see Lee Know sitting in the background on the bed with one of their managers.

“Hey, you okay? You should be asleep it’s late back home” he asked immediately as he tilted his head in concern.

“Yeah I'm fine, I was just getting some food and then you started your live” you replied as you got yourself more comfortable and pulled the covers over yourself.

“Oh- you watched the live” he laughed as he covered his face but you could still see the tips of his ears changing colour.

“Of course I did, I miss you. Plus I probably won't be able to get sleep for another couple of hours” you said as Chan took a bite of his food.

“Why, what’s wrong? Do you-” his sentence was interrupted by their manager's voice “We’ll get going and give you two some time alone” the manager said pulling Lee Know up off the bed.

“No, it’s okay at least finish eating your food before you leave. I just wanted to speak to Chan before I went to bed”

“I was finished anyways plus I need to go and speak with the rest of the boys about the schedule tomorrow. It was nice seeing you again Y/N I'll bring the boys back safely” their manager said as he exited the room.

“Are you having trouble sleeping?” Chan asked leaning in closer to the phone. The truth is you were having trouble sleeping but it’s probably not the reason Chan is thinking of. Knowing him he’s thinking of the worst, but your just horny and can’t stop thinking about him.

“I was really sleepy before I started watching your live, but someone woke me up because they were being so loud. YA! Lee Minho get over here” you joked to put Chan’s mind at ease before it went into overdrive.

“Oh she used your full name your in trouble” Chan laughed as Lee Know got off the bed and crouched down beside Chan so he could be seen on the camera.

“What? Why am I in trouble” he looked at the camera with wide eyes.

“Why are you so loud, was it really necessary to shout about spoons” Chan was hysterically laughing at this point and Lee Know’s facial expression softened as he realised you were joking and laughed along with Chan. Out of everyone, you were probably the only person Lee Know was scared of, and you're not sure why? You’re probably the least intimidating person ever. You think it’s because he knows how much you mean to Chan and is scared that if he messes up something with you, then his relationship with Chan will also suffer.

“You scared me I thought you were being serious” he put a hand over his heart and took a deep breath before going back to the bed standing at the edge and throwing himself on top of it.

“Sorry, I still don’t know why you boys find me so scary” Lee Know looked up from the bed before replying.

“It’s not you were scared of. Its Chan”

You laughed at his response before putting your full focus on your boyfriend who was watching you and his friend interact with the biggest smile on his face.

“Anyways, how are you baby?” you asked.

“I’m good, I just can’t wait to get home and see you” As Chan was speaking you could only focus on one thing. His lips, his full, soft, and kissable lips, and the way he bit on them every now and again before thinking of his next word.

It was getting hot, very hot. You placed the phone down and took off the jumper you were wearing. Chan’s jumper, of course. You threw it to the end of the bed before picking up the phone.

“The performance went well and we- baby. What are you doing!” Chan quickly picked up the phone pulling it closer to himself and away from Lee Know’s view.

“What do you mean I was just taking off my jumper. It’s too warm”

“Oh- right okay. I just saw a piece of clothing go flying across the room and I panicked. Sorry. Also my jumper, not yours” It was always so easy to fluster Chan, it was one of your favourite things to do.

“Wow, what ever happened to what’s mine is yours and yours is mine huh?” You laughed.

“You know I'm only joking” Chan quickly replied.

You and Chan spoke for about another half an hour before your eyes started to get heavy and you could feel yourself falling asleep. “Well. I think I'm going to leave you now. I’m getting a little tired”

“Okay, I’ll phone you tomorrow before we board the plane” Chan explained. “Okay, baby. Enjoy the rest of your little date with Lee Know”

“Oh don't worry Y/N, I’ll make sure he enjoys” Lee Know spoke up pulling a few sexy poses and kicking his feet as he lay on the bed. Chan stood up from the chair and approached the boy turning the camera around so you could see him.

“Wow, very sexy. Chan promise me you won’t leave me for him”

“I don’t know you might have some competition, I’m a little-”

“Stop your sentence right there. Do not continue. I don’t want to hear about how you feel without Y/N and your ‘needs’ again” Lee know interrupted.

“Again?” You questioned

“Yeah he was telling us all about how much he-”

“Okay, that’s enough talking, I’ll phone you tomorrow. I love you, sleep well” Chan rushed out his sentence

“I love you too” After your response the call quickly ended but not before you heard a loud slapping sound, you can only imagine where Chan hit the poor boy.

Calls with the boys were never boring and always left you in a good mood and you couldn’t wait for them to come home. Before going to bed you decided to message Chan and Lee know to get more information on the conversation you were rudely interrupted from having.

Lee know 🙄🐰

Me: when you get home your telling me everything Chan said

Me: Also how does it feel as the butt hunter to be on the opposing end???

Lee Know🙄🐰: I'm telling Chan your bullying me 😐

Me: your unbelievable 🙄

Just as you replied to Lee Know’s text a notification popped up from Chan.

Channie 🖤

Channie 🖤: Please leave the poor boy alone

Channie 🖤: Also look at this....

Channie 🖤: image

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Today was the day Chan and the rest of the boys were coming home from LA, there flight landed early morning in Korea so you decided to get up early and get the boys some food and snacks before they arrived home.

You got changed into a pair of black jeans and stole Hyunjin's Celine hoodie with the chequered writing, you tied your hair up in a low pony and made your way to the local convenience store down the street. You filled two bags with snacks and drinks for the boys before heading to their favourite restaurant in the area. You were greeted by the young boy who was standing behind the counter as soon as you entered.

“Hello, what can I do for you today” he smiled as you walked towards him.

“I would like to place an order for takeaway” I said.

“Oh yeah, what can I get for you? The young boy asked grabbing a pen and notepad.

“It’s a very large order I hope your prepared” you joked as the young boy laughed. You started to list off all the items you wanted as the boy furiously wrote down everything you said.

“You weren’t kidding when you said it was a large order, I’ll go put this through in the kitchen. But it might be a little while before it’s ready” he explained.

“Yeah of course that’s fine” you replied taking a seat beside one of the large windows that decorated the front of the restaurant.

“That better not all be for you” the same boy said as he walked towards your table in the corner placing a can of coke in front of you, you looked at him with a confused expression before he replied.

“I’ve seen you here a few times and you always order this to drink. It’s on the house since you’ll be waiting here for a while”

“Oh thank you” you smiled as you opened the can and took a drink, you were quite thirsty due to the warm weather today so the drink was very refreshing.

“Are you having a party or something?” The boy asked.

“You sure do ask a lot of questions, shouldn’t you be getting back to work” you laughed.

“No, I’m on my break just now actually but I’ll leave you alone, I’m sorry” he politely said as he stood up and bowed towards you apologising for his actions.

“No, no it’s okay I was only joking. My boyfriend and his friends are coming back from a trip so I thought getting them some snacks and a nice meal would help cheer them up a bit after spending so long travelling” you explained.

“There really lucky to have someone whose cares so much about them, I’m sure they will really enjoy it”

You and the young boy continued to talk until your food was ready and his short break was over, you said your goodbyes and exited the restaurant. The walk home was quiet but your arms were getting tired and you couldn’t help but think you bought too much food, but you knew either way the boys would appreciate and make their best efforts to finish the food you had got them.

As you entered the dorm your phone buzzed, quickly placing the food on the kitchen counter you pulled out your phone to see a message from Chan telling you that there plane had landed and you would be making their way back to the dorm. You quickly replied to the message telling him to bring all the boys to their dorm as you had a surprise for them.

You waited for about forty minutes before you heard the jingle of keys at the front door. Rushing off the couch you were sitting on, the door flew open and your were engulfed in a hug by Chan. You both swayed from side to side as the rest of the boys brought in their bags and suitcases.

“How are you?” Chan asked as he pulled away from the hug and looked into your eyes.

“I’m good, I missed you” you replied as you gave him a kiss, “come look in the kitchen I have a surprise for you. Boys come here!” you shouted as everyone followed you into the kitchen. There were multiple screams of excitement as they all saw the food lying on the counter.

“Ahhh I’m so hungry, thank you Noona” Changbin exclaimed as he rushed to open the boxes and pile multiple different foods onto his plate. Soon all the boys followed, Chan stood behind you with his hands wrapped around your waist before leaning down and whispering in your ear.

“We’re all so lucky to have you, you know that?”

“Of course I do, you all tell me all the time, how can I possible forget. Now hurry up and go get some food before it’s all gone” you ushered him away as the boys began to sit down in the living room.

You were sitting on the couch with Hyunjin and Jeongin beside you sitting on either side. Everyone sat in silence and ate their food and it was times like these that you spent together that were your favourite. Moments where no words were spoken just the comfort of knowing you were all there for each other and enjoyed spending time together. Although these moments never usually lasted long as the silence was broken by a loud voice from beside you.

“Yaaa! Y/N is that my jumper your wearing?” Hyunjin screamed in your ear causing you and a few of the boys to jump due to his loud voice.

“Did you really have to shout that. You could have just asked like a normal person" you laughed.

"We all know Hyunjin isn't normal, so that's impossible for him" Jeongin chimed in from beside you.

"Come here you little..." Hyunjin reached over you to ruffle the younger boys hair.

"Ya! Hyunjin. Leave him alone" you said trying to move Hyunjin who was now fully lying across you to mess with Jeongin. "Just for that how about you go and do the dishes and clean the kitchen"

Hyunjin's movements immediately stopped as he looked at you with large eyes and a pout on his lips.

"On you go, hurry up" you pushed him off the couch giving his butt a few taps as he stood up. All the boys began to laugh holding out their plates for Hyunjin to come and collect. As he reached down to collect Jeongin's he stuck his tongue out like a little kid trying to annoy his younger sibling.

"Thanks for the food Noona. I’m ready to go to sleep now” he laughed as he lay his head back on the couch closing his eyes.

“Aww, is baby bread tired after eating his meal” you joked as he opened his eyes to look at you.

“Shut up” he said lightly punching your shoulder.

“Come here” you placed your arm around his shoulder pulling him closer letting his head rest on your chest, he curled his legs up so he was lying on the sofa using your body to hold himself up. You placed a kiss on top of his head as he snuggled in closer to you wrapping both his arms around your waist and closing his eyes.

“How come he gets to cuddle and I don’t?” Chan’s voice could be heard from the other couch.

“You'll get some later don’t worry” you replied flashing a smile and sending a wink in his direction. You watched as his face turned red as he avoided eye contact and continued his conversation with Felix and Changbin.

“I’m so glad I don’t share a dorm with Chan Hyung when your staying over” Jeongin mumbled against your chest.

After watching a movie together, Lee Know, Felix, Seungmin and Jeongin all went back to their dorm whilst the rest of you stayed in the living room just talking and catching up for another few hours.

”I think I'm going to call it a night and go to bed” Hyunjin announced as he stood up and went to his room, a few minutes later Changbin and Han followed.

“Are we gonna call it a night as well?” You asked looking up at Chan from where you lay on his lap.

“Yeah I think we should, I’m pretty tired.” You both stood up from the couch and made your way towards Chan’s room.

“I can’t wait to spend the next few days with you” Chan said as he sat on the edge of his bed opening his arms to let you sit on his lap.

“I know neither can I, but do you want to talk about it, it’s a big thing and your being pretty relaxed about it. If I were you I would be freaking out right now.”

“I don’t think it’s quite hit me that I'm going for surgery in a couple days, so how about you ask me tomorrow and maybe it will have set in” he joked.

“Okay, I'll ask you tomorrow” you ran your hand through his hair letting your hand rest at the back of neck. You pulled him closer and placed a kiss on his lips before pulling away. “So do you have that outfit from LA in your bag?”

“No I don’t sadly, but I don’t see the point if you would have been taking it off me the second you saw me in it” he teased as he flipped you over so you were now laying on your back and he was between your legs.

He began placing kisses along your neck pulling down the jumper to expose your collar bones, he trailed his hands from your waist and started to lift the jumper up,

“I’m not sure Hyunjin would like it if his jumper got dirty, would he?” Chan smirked as you sat up helping him pull the item of clothing off.

Chan started to loosen the strings of his joggies just enough to pull them off as you repositioned yourself a little further up the bed, he ran his hands along your thighs as he crawled on top of you once again and began to unbutton your jeans.

“I missed you so much, I really wish you were coming to Australia with me. My family miss you so much”

“I know, if I could get the time of work I would but we have a big project that needs to be finished so I can’t afford to take the time off” You explained as you helped Chan pull of your jeans.

He sat back to look at you lying on his bed in just your underwear and you swear you could see stars in his eyes. Every time he looked at you it was as if you held the whole world in your hands and you were the most precious thing to ever exist.

“I can’t believe were about to have sex and you still manage to talk about work”

Chan laughed and began to pull his shirt off and throwing it into the pile of clothes that were now on his floor.

“I know, I’m sorry” Chan reached into his bedside table taking out and condom and ripping the packet open before taking off his boxers and rolling it onto his dick. You were on the pill but you and Chan always wanted to be safe as the pill wasn’t always effective. If there was something Chan was very serious about it was this. He always wanted to make sure that there were no surprises and that if you were to become pregnant it was planned and he was one hundred percent prepared, and with how busy his life was right now that wasn’t possible.

“You okay, just tell me if you want to stop” He asked placing a kiss on your shoulder and moving a few strands of hair away from your face. You nodded and pulled Chan closer attaching your lips to his.

“No, let me hear you say it”

“I’m okay, I can assure you once you start I’m not going to want you to stop after being interrupted last time. I’ve been waiting for this for too long.”

Chan moved your underwear to the side and slowly slid into you, he stilled his actions waiting for you to speak.

“You can move”

He nodded and started to slowly roll his hips into you. He started slow before his movements got faster, he continued to kiss you neck leaving a few marks on your collar bones. He held your waist tight pushing you down into the bed to stop you from moving. As his movements got faster you wrapped your legs around his waist to pull him closer and stop him from thrusting into you.

“Stop, if you keep moving like that I'm not going to be able to stay quiet” You said as you tried to catch your breath letting your head fall back deeper into the pillows. Chan continued his movements as you let your hands run along his back. He kissed your lips once again only this time he let his tongue enter your mouth.

“This should keep you quiet”

You moaned into his mouth as his movements became faster once again and he cupped your breast with one hand.

“I’m close” you spoke breaking away from the kiss and moaning one last time before clenching around him and letting out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding.

Chan slowed down and continued thrusting into you before his face screwed up and his head dropped into the crook of your neck

“Fuck” he breathed heavily as he finished and pulled out of you.

“See we don’t need a stupid outfit to have a good time”

“We might not need it but I definitely would have finished faster if you did” You joked as he pulled a couple of tissues out of the box sitting on the desk to help you clean up .

“What! Was that not enough for you, miss ‘I'm not going to be able to keep quiet if you keep moving like that’ he mimicked your voice as he tied of the condom throwing it in the bin.

“Shut up, you know I’m only joking”

Chan picked up his t shirt from the floor and threw it at your face before climbing into bed beside you waiting for you to put the t shirt on and cuddle into him.

“Just so you know if the boys weren’t home I would have made you beg me to stop, regardless of what I was wearing”

“Just go to sleep Chan” You said as you lay your head on his chest and started to trace small shapes along his stomach.

“Your only mad because you know I'm right” he laughed, “I love you baby” he continued after kissing the top of your head.

“I love you too Channie”

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OUR FAIRYTALE

Neteyam x f!reader

SUMMARY: to be accepted by your clan and your parents, Neteyam has to complete his Uniltaron (Dream Hunt), but difficulties appear last minute along with your shared secret getting revealed.

warnings: one swear word lol, brief mentions of death, fluff in some parts

most likely has grammar mistakes! sorry :D

enjoy my try to get rid of the writing block i'm suffering from rn

Completing his last rite of passage, Uniltaron, wasn't supposed to be stirring fear on the bottom of his stomach, nor was it supposed to be destroying his sleeping schedule, but it was despite his desperate pleads to the Great Mother.

Neteyam couldn't comprehend the number of nights he has spent swaying in his hammock with eyes wide open. It didn't matter what he was doing hours beforehand - It could be an incredibly draining activity or a simple task he had to complete to satisfy the needs of your clan, and he would have restless night either way.

"How are you feeling?" Neytiri questions his hesitant gaze as her hands continue to interlace long threads in her lap. Neteyam steals a quick glance her way before he places it on his fidgeting fingers and exhales deeply, remaining silent.

His mother puts the unfinished basket aside and searches for an object she can throw at her distracted son. She reaches out for a ripe Harvesting Fruit Kiri and Tuk collected the day before and aims for the side of his braided head.

"Aye!" Neteyam hisses at the sudden contact and raises his brow bone at the leaf-wrapped fruit. He snickers and turns to the smiling woman, "What was that for?"

"You weren't listening, ma 'itan," son - Neytiri points to her pointed ears, making his twitch. "What is on your mind?"

Neteyam exhales heavily and chooses to stare at the nearest glow lantern instead of meeting his mother's curious gaze, focusing on the glowing hellfire wasps inside the dried bladder. He grabs the thrown object and begins to play with the wrapping while Neytiri tilts her head slightly to catch his droopy eyes. "It's nothing, Mother."

"I refuse to believe that," she states quietly, sensing his unusual fragility. It also pains her that her son refuses to confess his struggles. "What is it, Neteyam?"

The boy tosses the Harvesting Fruit towards the flickering lantern, nearly striking it, and releases an exaggerated sigh of annoyance. Neytiri narrows her amber gaze at his rising chest and studies his unfamiliar body language.

"Nete-" Her eldest son stands up abruptly to her surprise and approaches the exit of their cave, bringing his braids into a bun. She watches his back muscles tighten as he does so and lowers her head as he steps outside without muttering a word. "You are going to be your own downfall, my sweet child."

Neteyam kneels before your grandmother with his ears turned downwards as she coats his sparkling skin with white paint you brought moments ago at her request, which allowed her to capture the unsettling tension between her granddaughter and the firstborn of Toruk Makto.

"What is troubling you, my child?" the elder woman asks as her fingertips hover above his brow bone, demanding to know what is clouding his mind. Neteyam swallows his words and closes his burning eyes to prevent waves of tears to roll down his painted cheeks. "Is it the Uniltaron you are afraid of?"

"I wish it was," he mutters under his breath and forces his trembling hands to hide underneath his scraped knees. "Oh, how I want it to be my main problem.."

The shaman hums, detaching her fingers from his wrinkled forehead. "Is it my granddaughter, perhaps?" the boy just snickers as she begins to unravel his tight braids. "Do you believe in fairytales, warrior?"

"Fairytales?" Neteyam narrows his eyes at your grandmother, confusion appearing in his amber gaze. The woman nods. "I suppose.."

"Very well," she drags her hand through his curly locks before she attacks the other half of his head and licks her chapped lips. "You should fight for your fairytale, then."

"I do not understand," Neteyam lowers his throbbing head in thought, fighting the urge to end the argument his heart is having with his overworking brain and shout out his true feelings he has been keeping in the deepest parts of his soul.

"Eyes speak for themselves, my child," the elder woman taps his temple, careful not to smear her precise work. "In your case, they reveal what is forbidden."

Neteyam sighs deeply, finally figuring out where their conversation is going. His tail lands on the ground by his thigh with a thud, displaying his rising frustration, as he allows the shaman to decorate his raven locks with pearls and a wreath of silk flowers. She also leaves two of his braids frame his face in the front, but adds a vibrant red feather to one of them with a click of her tongue.

"You should be afraid of the Uniltaron," your grandmother pushes loose strands out of his vision and seizes a spark of wonder in it. "The result of your Dream Hunt will change your life."

Neteyam holds her captivating gaze and nods, surprising the elder, "I am prepared for it."

"You better be, Neteyam te Suli Tsyeyk’itan."

You are seated beside your wise grandmother with your overprotective brother, who insisted on being by your side throughout the rite of passage. The shaman motions for you to hand her the stone jar Neteyam used to capture his arachnoid and when you do, she seizes your forearm quite harshly to stop you from returning to your spot.

"He is not prepared for the result, my child," she whispers into your ear, making it flicker under her warm breath. Wide-eyed, you begin to overthink the situation and consider canceling the ceremony, but your grandmother grabs your chin and pulls you out of your head. "He is going to panic after the process and will need his anchor."

"Why are you telling me this?" you narrow your confused eyes at her and glance around you two to see if Neytiri is nearby. "We need to get his mother-"

"No," she dismisses your idea in seconds and points to your pounding heart, capable of hearing its rapid pace. "Do you really think you can fool me, young lady? I am connected to Eywa, I know everything."

"I do not know what you are talking about."

The elder woman chuckles darkly, which awakes unnecessary fear within you. "Your mate will need you, my child. Be prepared, it will hurt."

Before you can interject, Neteyam comes into the view of the circle your clan has created, trailing behind his father with tense shoulders. Your breath clogs your throat when he starts to approach you and your grandmother after Jake mutters assuring words into his ear, but they go out of the other.

He mutes his surroundings right away when he grasps your sympathetic gaze with his own. You are there, by your grandmother, looking like a blooming blossom he is forbidden to pluck from the flowerbed your parents own and take such a good care of.

The circle begins to mutter a melody only your relatives can recognize as the shaman picks up a bowl of glow worms and pulls one of the unaware insects out of their temporary home. Neteyam lowers himself in front of you and inhales the afternoon breeze that surrounds him, relaxing slightly when it allows your scent to travel into his nose.

To your mother's surprise, your grandmother hands you the worm and gesturs towards the eldest son of Toruk Makto. Neteyam holds your apologetic gaze as you place the moving insect on his tongue and watch him swallow it with heavy heart.

Your father, the Olo'eyktan, then evokes a sting by placing the caught arachnoid against the skin of the prospective warrior. You wince when Neteyam hisses at the contact, knowing excruciating pain is about to strike his lean figure.

You can't pinpoint when your palms flew to your pointed ears to block out your mate's heart-wrenching screams asking for mercy, but they did.

A hand on your shoulder distracts you for a second and allows your shaman to capture your attention. "Kä," Go - she gestures to the hallucinating boy and is quick to stop your mother from pulling you away.

You know you shouldn't disturb the warrior during their Uniltaron, your father taught you that, but you can tell Neteyam is an unique exception if your grandmother sent you inside the circle. You kneel beside his shuddering body and place your trembling hand millimetres away from his knee. Your mate lets out a wail as his hands travel to his throbbing head and desperately claw at his raven curls.

Your tail caresses the side of his thigh affectionately, triggering his to wrap around your wrist. Droplets of sweat roll down his frowning face and smear your grandmother's markings along the way with a rough growl bubbling inside his dry throat.

A pair of enormous wings cast an inevitable shadow over Neteyam, who appears on the back of his aquamarine ikran somewhere near the Hallelujah Mountains. An aggressive roar awakes fear and panic in the warrior and his banshee, forcing them to soar high in order to dodge its creator's deadly claws.

"What the fuck?" Neteyam continues to lead his thunderstruck ikran through the labyrinth of quivering treetops of his former home, sensing the rising risk of death breathing on his back.

To figure out what his spirit animal might be, he weights his options carefully, but doesn't have time to choose the safest way. The left wing of his banshee gets tangled in swaying vines that pull the screeching creature into their embrace, trapping Neteyam as well.

"No!" The eldest son of JakeSully tries to detach himself from his crying ikran, tears forming in the corners of his wide eyes. "No, no! Great Mother, please!" he begs, feeling the presence of his chaser nearby. "No.."

With a powerful roar of victory accompanying its attack, the great leonopteryx emerges out of one of the dancing treetops and engulfs Neteyam in its sharp claws, tearing his glistening skin in the process.

Neteyam releases a piercing cry as his panicking gaze travels around the endless void of the cave he remembers getting led into, his stained cheeks being held by your clammy palms. His eyes interlock with yours, relief absorbing his body. "You are okay," you assure, pulling him into your arms to ground him even more. "You did it."

Neteyam buries himself in the crook of your neck to hide from the judgemental stares of your clan, especially your parents, and sighs. You stroke his back tenderly as your grandmother approaches the two of you, a knowing look decorating her wrinkled face.

She puts her hand on your mate's shoulder and clears her throat, "The Uniltaron is finished! Neteyam te Suli Tsyeyk’itan now belongs among us!"

You press your quivering lips to his temple, soothing his pulsing nerves. "You did it," you mutter into his ear as he relaxes in your embrace. "You did it, my love."

#avatar #avatar imagine #neteyam #neteyam imagine #avatar the way of water #james cameron avatar #neteyam x reader #avatar x reader

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Indiana Snow

an: We've just had our first snow of winter and everything looks so pretty! In honor of the first snow, here's a winter Eddie one-shot, a product of my boredom! Hope you enjoy it! (NOT related to 'The time before')

blurb: Andrea Emerson is back from college, but not even a week into her winter break, Hawkins receives a freak blizzard. Her brother, Gareth, has recently suffered an injury and calls in his bandmate to aid Andrea.

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The snow was coming down in small, sticky clumps when I woke up on a chilly morning in the middle of December. I could feel the blistering cold through my socks as I walked down the creaky stairs, trying my hardest to not wake the rest of the house up. I made my way into the frightfully cold kitchen, where a note taped to the fridge caught my eye.

Wanted to get out before the snow started. There are sandwich materials in the pantry. Josie's food is in the fridge. Love, Mom

Right on cue, I could hear my sister's tiny footsteps padding down the stairs. She came around the corner into the kitchen, her hair sticking out in every direction while she rubbed her eyes. "Hi, bubby," I said, picking her up and kissing her on the cheek. She was only two but had recently figured out how to climb out of the crib. "Hi, Andy," She sighed and laid her head on my shoulder sleepily.

Josie and I spent the rest of the morning making breakfast and coffee while watching the snow out the window.

Eventually, Gareth came downstairs, befuddled by sleep, and had breakfast. He glanced out the window, immediately refusing to shovel any snow. He sprained his ankle a week ago anyway, so I wasn't planning on him doing much. "I will take Josie out to play, though," he exclaimed, his statement punctuated by an excited squeal from Josie. I sighed heavily, marching to get my boots and coat on.

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What a great way to start winter break. Not even three days back from college, and already freezing my butt off while shoveling snow. I wasn't making any good progress either, barely getting the steps clear enough to get out of the house without falling over.

About half an hour into shoveling, I heard a voice behind me. "Hey, stranger." I turned to see Eddie, clad in a winter jacket, holding a snow shovel. The snow whipped around us, leaving snowflakes in his hair, which was held back in a ponytail. He looks like an angel, I thought. The idea bounced around in my mind briefly before I banished it. "What are you doing here?" I asked. "I came to help," He said, motioning to the shovel.

"You guys sure did get a lot more snow than we did at the trailer park. That probably has to do with how many cars drive up and down those roads. It's so much... prettier here." He said, looking out in our yard. Our house was nothing to look out for, nothing notable. It was small, with barely enough space for all of us. I made a slight noise of agreement before getting back to shoveling, Eddie following close behind. "Jesus, this snow is packed. I think what you need for Christmas is a snowblower," he exclaimed. I laughed mildly, watching a grin break out across his face.

"Can I ask you something?" I said, heaving snow to the left of me. "Shoot," He replied. "Were you actually 'In the neighborhood' and just happened upon me?" I asked. He let a few moments pass before heaving out a long sigh. "Not really," He finally answered. "Your brother called me." Bingo. "Oh." Even I could hear the disappointment bubbling in my voice. I'm gonna kill that brat.

"But I'm happy to do it. What other day do I get to spend with a college girl?" He grinned at me. "Shut up," I said, trying not to let him see me smile at such a stupid joke. "Well, tell me about it. How is college going?" He asked. I sighed. "It's good. I like it; it's just so... much. The schedule is really intense." I explained. "Geez. Sounds rough," he said. I was also tempted to ask him about school, but I knew there wouldn't be much to say. I could tell he took a hit on his self-esteem each time he had to repeat senior year.

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"Well, it looks like we're about done here," I said. After almost two hours in the snow, we had finally cleared the driveway and the sidewalk. He held his hand up for a high five, which I missed by about a mile. We both let out awkward laughter, eye contact slipping away. There was another minute of awkward silence. "Hey, I think we've got some hot chocolate inside," I suggested in a singsongy tone. "Hell yeah. I'm freezing my balls off," he said, letting out a chuckle of laughter. I walked past him, smiling, and let us into the house.

We shed our coats, boots, and scarves by the front door and entered the kitchen. Eddie followed me as I went through the cabinets, grabbing various supplies. Josie came running over, and I picked her up, cradling her in my arm while the other stirred cocoa powder into a few mugs. "Josie, you remember Eddie," I said, turning her to face Eddie, leaning against the counter next to me. He waved to her. "Can you say 'Hi'?" I prompted. She waited a few minutes while smiling at him and then said a slow 'hi.' He shot her a grin and returned the greeting. She giggled and hid her face in my neck. Me too, girl. Me too.

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The following afternoon was very calm, with Eddie and Gareth escaping to the basement to practice a little one-on-one. We drank our hot chocolate at the kitchen table, laughing the whole time as Eddie or Gareth cracked a joke.

"Why in God's name would you call Eddie, of all people?" I asked while shutting the door behind the cold. "Well... um.... I thought he would be the most willing?" He said, scratching his head. "And why is that?" I asked, crossing my arms in front of my chest. "Because the guy loves you! I mean, do you really not see it?" He exclaimed. I scoffed. "Come on. Is there any other guy in this town who would subject himself to a day of manual labor just so he could spend time with you? He was practically begging me to give him an in like this." My heart thumped in my chest, and I could feel my cheeks blooming with heat. "Shut up. He does not," I said, walking down the hallway back into the kitchen. "Seriously. He doesn't shut up about it. It's a little weird, sometimes, to hear the kind of shit he says about my sister," He said. I focused on doing the dishes, pretending not to hear him. He sighed and finally gave up, walking down the hallway.

My mind continued to race in all different directions. He likes me? How is that even possible? I mean, we never even talked to each other, even though he was best friends with my brother, and we were originally supposed to be in the same year. It was all just... weird. Besides, I've been away at college for the past year! Sure, he was cute in high school and possibly even cuter now, but why would he ever have feelings for me?

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#stranger things #stranger things 4 #stranger things headcanons #eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson oneshot

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So I'm aware that The Sandman universe and the DC Universe are at least somewhat connected, so my brain likes to throw around how the Endless view the JLA and vice versa. For example:

Death, asked views on Batman: Lovely man. Does good in the world. Literally is content to die at any moment for the right reason, but he'll keep fighting for as long as he can. Good father, helps his grieving adopted kids. Helps others confronting mortality, has no qualms with his own.

Think Ace's death from the animated series, she would have been all over that.

Dream, asked views on Batman: ONLY THE LAWS OF THE ENDLESS KEEP DREAM AWAY FROM CLOBBERING THIS MAN HIMSELF.

Dream says that humans spend a third of their lives in the Dreaming; meanwhile Bruce is pushing A SIXTH of his existence there. THE MAN DOES NOT SLEEP. He contains no melatonin in his body. Sleep schedule? Beneath the Batman. The witching hour? More like the 'wrap-up patrol and file paperwork' hour.

And when he does deign to sleep, he is a nightmare-only sort of guy. Dream has tried to send him good dreams, of his kids, of his parents, of his successes, but NOOOooooo, Bruce ACTIVELY chooses pain and suffering and reminders of his failures. Dream is supposed to bring balance to people, refuge in their rest, it's legit his job, but Bruce REFUSES to comply, all to the face of the reigning champion of 'not taking emotional care of one's self.'

You scorn the power of Dream's realm? You disregard the Dreaming? Oh, oh! Jail for The Batman! Jail for the Batman for 1000 years (in a fishbowl)!

#the sandman #dc comics #the batman #bruce wayne #death of the endless #dream of the endless #I have 2 modes when it comes to Sandman/DC ideas #1 is the world is ending and the Endless are pulled in to stop it and be their weird Eldritch selves #And the other is absolute crack #Maybe I'll actually write something some day with regards to this

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bomberqueen17 · 22 days

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ugh

I can't sleep and I'm just sort of stewing over how unprepared I am to be entirely on my own managing my own healthcare. blech.

Did I mention, Farmsister was suffering from hip pain and went to her doctor and was diagnosed with the exact same problem I have?

Diagnosed, I said. Yes! Her doctor actually investigated the cause of her pain, diagnosed her, referred her to a physical therapist, but also came up with a plan of treatment. Told her physical therapy often can't resolve this issue, so after a set amount of PT, if there wasn't enough improvement she'd refer her to an orthopedist instead.

Imagine that. My doctor was like "you've got intermittently debilitating pain? You should go see a doctor about that." and that was that. I went to a physical therapist because that's what she recommended, but I don't have a plan, I'm just spending $150/wk to work out in a room full of other people. I guess I'll ask my PT if there's a plan or like timeline or like, idk, something we should look for, or what. IDK what a realistic goal is. Pain-free seems out of reach. I'd settle for largely functional, I guess? But I don't know, and I guess I'm on my own to figure it out.

And the same with the ADHD! She was like "oh, your insurance isn't going to cover it and it's probably going to take months of waiting, but you had better go see someone about that", and refused to engage any further. So I messaged the psychiatrist today and he doesn't check the messages on that platform so I texted the admin who was like oh usually medication is adjusted at follow-ups, and I'm like well in the three minutes he talked to me it didn't come up I guess, so then they texted back that he says to try taking two pills a day for a couple days and then schedule a follow-up.

I've asked around, and usually I guess the regular adderall pills, you take in two doses at separate times. But if the point is that I'm trying to see if a higher dose helps, I'd probably better take them at the same time??

It's just that when the small ineffective dose wears off four or five hours after I take it, without my ever having had a good phase, I get horribly drowsy and also get this kind of gross formless yearning that I think might be a dopamine crash, where I roam the house in itchy horrible discontent trying to think of something that might help me, but it's not candy and it's not reading a book and it's not napping, and I guess I understand why people turn to drugs or self-harm because the feeling is awful, spacy and wrung-out and aimlessly needy.

But I guess it's up to me to research what that is and what to do about it, and then at my $250 three-minute follow-up appointment in three days or whatever I'll tell the psych what I want prescribed to me, because it's sure as shit not like he's going to have any fucking advice for me.

And like. Laugh out loud at the notion that my primary care physician would give a single shit about this. Maybe I didn't mention this on here either but literally the only thing she has looked into about me is that my blood tests came back with a fasting blood glucose level of 5.7 (idk what units, just that she's fixated on that number) and it is exactly entirely that post circulating about """"pre-diabetes"""? She has put in my chart that she wants to start me on Metformin!! Christ all fucking mighty, it could not be more obvious that she took one look at my fat ass and was like "this bitch eats only candy! I'd better scare her straight!"

Ma'am fuck off. She wants me to get my blood retested in July and I am figuring I'll take advantage of having to have a visit then anyway to get the ADHD stuff entered into my main chart, and I'm also going to tell her that since she was so disinterested in literally any of the conditions actually debilitating me (my hip pain and my ADHD) I had to research those so I could treat myself, and in the course of researching that I found out about the fake "epidemic" of "pre-diabetes" which isn't a thing, it's a fucking PR gambit to sell drugs, and so if she prescribes me diabetes drugs when I do not fucking have diabetes I will not be taking them, and I will also be looking for a new doctor, because I do not appreciate her fixation on treating a condition I do not have while ignoring things that are literally preventing me from leading the life I want to, wherein I can do things like, stand/walk as much as I like and can also like, perform tasks.

So there's my timeline.

(Yeah my insurance won't cover blood testing a second time in a year so that's gonna cost me $200ish, and the phone doctor visit she insisted on to discuss the results last time was $45 and it'll be that again for this one, but I mean, eventually I'll hit my deductible maybe.)

I don't know, people tell me that they have medical professionals that actually listen to and treat them and give them like actual good actionable advice on how to improve their various health conditions but as far as I can tell that all sounds fake and isn't a thing.

Unfortunately, I am too fucking debilitated by my Can't Think Good disease to do a competent job at caring for myself, so I guess I'm just going to have to fucking muddle through somehow, or something.

Probably I should put together my citations on how Pre-Diabetes Is Fake so that when I unload that on my doctor I can do so with fucking footnotes at least. Lord knows I can't sleep at the moment so I might as well do something productive.

#about the author #whining #adhd

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xxsycamore · 7 months

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𝙋𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙏𝙧𝙪𝙢𝙥𝙨 𝙋𝙖𝙞𝙣 (ARTHUR X READER)

↬ 🩸 ❝ Now, now…❞ Arthur unfolds yet another towel, laying it on the bed. ❝ You've surely heard that this is one way to treat period cramps.❞ ❝ What is?❞ ❝ Orgasms.❞

Arthur Conan Doyle x f!Reader • rating: E (MDNI) • tags: Menstruation; Menstrual Sex; Period Cramps; Embarrassment; Kink Negotiation; Vanilla; Arthur is gentle; Pet Names; Gentle Sex; that gets a little not so gentle; Vaginal Fingering; Vaginal Sex; Kissing; Lots of it; mentions of blood drinking; Creampie; Aftercare; Post-Coital Cuddling; Crying; Dacryphilia • wordcount: 3,177 • masterlist

a/n: I've been trying to finish this fic for months 😭 My first period sex fic! Hope you enjoy!! If you happen to suffer from cramps and you want your favorite ikevamp suitor comforting you in their own unique way, may I also offer: Napoleon, Comte, Mozart, Theo, Leonardo, Sebastian 💕(All fics in this series share the same opening scene!)

It’s another beautiful day at the mansion, and the sun is continuing to shine brightly outside as afternoon settles in. Your list of chores is more than half-way done now, the morning was a productive one and you pat yourself on the back for pushing through at your usual pace, even if your period surprised you early this morning. Sleeves rolled up and armed with a feather duster, you march towards the lounge room to take care of another chore.

Specks of dust dance in the afternoon sun, windows wide open, as you complete your task little by little. Soon the sections left to dust decrease and you start to tire - a minor pain in your tummy appearing as well, as if to persuade you into taking a short break. You throw a look at the grandfather clock. You’ve been a busy bee; not even the distraction of dusting off some of Comte’s highly intriguing antiques couldn’t get you late on your own schedule.

You sit down at the spacious couch area, grab a throw pillow to hug, and fall on your side - shoe-covered feet juust hanging off the couch because it won’t be worth the effort of taking them off for just a minute or two of rest.

Uh-oh! The pain doesn’t go away and only gets worse instead. Suddenly moving as much as a millimeter equals signing a death warrant.

“Help” You whisper to yourself, clutching onto the throw pillow.

Trying to escape from the pain in the realm of your imagination, you fantasize about nicer things…and that means fantasizing about your boyfriend, Arthur. If only he was here right now, you're sure the pain would be way more bearable. Maybe he would sit in the armchair next to you and take out the small journal he keeps on his person to work on his current draft. You love relaxing in the ambient sound of his pen scribbling across the paper, it has helped you fall asleep many nights. On those, he'd normally write on his desk, but seeing you snuggled onto yourself alone on the bed never sits right with him. It typically doesn't take him too long to come join you under the warmed-up covers. You think about how he props the book against his knee, how he plays with the ends of your hair spilled across the pillow when he gets deep in thought…

You also think about how on some nights, you just can't sleep, and he just can't write - when those innocent idle caresses start growing into more, and your gazes meet for a second too long. Arthur would slowly remove his glasses and turn off the night lamp; then in a flash, his lips are attacking your neck with passionate kisses before your eyes can get used to the darkness.

How did your mind trail off to this, again?

"Arthuuuurr…" You groan as the loneliness begins growing stronger with your daydreams, and the cramps chime in as well.

You hear the floorboards creak outside the door and you raise yourself to a sitting position, calling an abrupt end to your short break. Maybe you'll go take some medicine, after all…

"Calling for me, luv?"

You stand awkwardly in front of the couch for a second, staring at Arthur as if he is a fraction of your imagination still. He's not, and if it wasn't for the godawful cramps you'd be throwing yourself on his neck right this instant.

"D-Did you really hear me? It can't be possible!"

Thankfully, he's the one shortening the distance so you don't have to, planting a greeting kiss on your cheek.

"Oh? So you did call my name?" A wide grin occupies his lips now, satisfied with himself and his little accidental guess that wins him the sight of your blushing face.

Realizing his bluff, you purse your lips, removing yourself from his smooching range.

One look at you and Arthur is nodding as if all the checkboxes in his head are now marked. However, he's not celebrating the brilliancy of his deductive mind with a smirk this time; he looks remarkably concerned.

"You were lying down just now, luv, didn't you? Are you in pain? Your period came?"

Despite the best efforts of this persisting pain, expressions other than a bitter frown are still able to play on your features, and you're honestly impressed. "Yes, yes, and yes, but…how did you know?"

Arthur steals himself another kiss, on the corner of your lip this time. "How did I know? Is it so strange for me to know my lover inside out?"

Whispering his reply is all a part of the flirty little trick to win you over, and you wish he didn't - because it works a little too well with the whirlwind of emotions and hormones inside you. You shiver whole, barely able to spare a thought or two about the actual reason. Didn't you catch him taking a bath today? Did he take a peek in your underwear drawer, armed with the knowledge about which panties are the "period panties" (which surprisingly IS a thing even with the circumstances of this time and age!), and notice their absence? Some pervert he is. It wouldn't even be his first time doing this, but still, you're not mad. Not when he's palming and caressing your shoulders while sneaking in another kiss on your pouting lips. You love his attention, especially now that you missed it so much.

"Now luv, what are we going to do with you, hmm?"

You shiver as his hands wander all the way down to your hips and linger there.

"Should we get you something warm to press to your belly? Or maybe take you on a light walk once you're done resting? One word and I'll do everything for you, my dear."

"Arthur, you're spoiling me…"

"Think about it, I'll wait."

Oh, thinking is not good. Not when he's so close with little to no room left to be closer than that, save for the one thing you absolutely cannot ask of him. Your thoughts start getting shameless; cursed be the conditions that are not letting you pounce on him. Even if you're never going to live down the shame of it, you wish you could just hump his leg to a sweet, sweet release and be over with it. It would end quickly and without mess.

Arthur looks at you differently now, and you can feel his gaze examining you. You try to control your breathing which might have quickened in the last couple of seconds. But he's too good at this.

"Something the matter, luv? You seem hot."

His cool hand on your cheek feels too good, as if asking you to nuzzle into it, slip the thumb in your mouth and suck. You summon some much-needed self-control at the price of a sharp breath that puts the attempts at steady breathing to waste. You decide to spill the beans, groaning as another cramp creeps its way onto your nerves, both metaphorically and literally.

"I'm horny."

You expect pity at most. This sort of blurted-out-of-nowhere confession is more typical of the man in front of you, so even with this, you're not doomed to become the bigger pervert between the two of you; it's relieving somehow. You hope that Arthur understands.

"Ah."

It's a small exclamation, and it could mean many things coming from his mouth of all people. While leaving yourself wholly in his hands and their gentle messaging motions, you should've considered that he is ready to sweep you off your feet any second. Like he does right now.

The sudden loss of balance surprises you, and you find yourself carried bridal style. Arthur turns with you in the direction of the door, but before taking a single step, he leans in to whisper to you. With your arms wrapped around his neck, you have no chances of escape as his warm breath hits your lips.

"I think I just thought of a way to relieve you from your pains, darling."

***

To your surprise, you're dropped off at the chaise longue once in your shared bedroom. You watch in near horror as Arthur brings out towels and lays them on the bed. It's not long before you connect two and two, and you have to protest.

"Arthur, you're surely not thinking about-"

"Now, now…" Arthur unfolds yet another towel, giving it a small shake. "You've surely heard that this is one way to treat period cramps."

"What is?"

"Orgasms." Arthur catches your gaze, having finished preparing the bed. You watch him approach and you change the position of your legs on the chaise longue, pressing your thighs together.

Sometimes you hate how awfully familiar Arthur is with the human body given the fact that he used to be a doctor - a field doctor, but a doctor nonetheless - everything from your anatomy to your bodily reactions being a mere tool in his hands to love you and to take care of you, should the need arise. You should be glad to have such a knowledgeable boyfriend by your side, even if it embarrasses you to no end when he puts his skills into action.

"But, it's gross!" You insist in a near-shout, realizing that he's now close enough to hear you even in a meek whisper. "Just think of all the mess… I don't want you to be grossed out with me."

"My dove."

Arthur caresses your neck, pressing his thumb into the underside of the top button of your shirt and easily undoing it, then moving to the next. He pretends he doesn't possess the skill of getting it all done with in seconds, and you're not a fan, even if it gives you time to arrange your thoughts. He wets his lips and continues.

"Nothing about you could ever gross me out. I think this exercise would help me prove that to you, even… and maybe by the end of it, you'll truly believe me."

Soon there are no more buttons left for him to undo.

"I happen to know how to wash blood from bedsheets."

Shivers go straight to your nethers, images of sleepless nights flash in your mind with the reminder of the sharp tips of his fangs perforating the skin of your neck.

"I'm a blood-drinking bastard, remember?…" He latches his mouth into your neck, but keeps his fangs to himself. Despite doing nothing to stop him, you know that losing more blood is not the wisest thing to do right now, and you're already sure Arthur keeps that in mind. You still enjoy his teeth on you, even the ones that don’t aim to break the skin. Before he can suck long enough to leave a mark, he breaks the contact, needing you to be good and listen for a little longer.

"Some blood cannot get in my way of giving you pleasure. Quite the contrary."

You whine at his comment alone, as embarrassing as it is, and you realize that you've been rubbing your thighs together a little too hard. It doesn't go unnoticed by your boyfriend, as he places his warm hand on your knee, smirking at the way you shiver and release the tense muscles of your thighs. He pats you in encouragement. "Will you stand up for me, my princess?"

Complying quietly, you stand up on shaky legs. Arthur hugs you from behind, distracting you with kisses as he untucks your open shirt from your skirt, moving to his next target. Soon the two pieces of clothing pool at your feet, leaving you only in your underwear. His hand is gentle as it guides you to bed like many times before.

You lie down with the soft towels underneath caressing your lower body, and it's not as awkward as you thought it would be. Arthur doesn't give you much time to dwell on it as he climbs ontop of you, claiming your mouth in a passionate kiss.

Burning hot need pools in your belly, a tang of pain mixing with it, and you realize you've almost all forgotten about your cramps. Instead of being wary of upcoming sensations flaring them up, you feel like chasing the prevailing lust that now resides in your loins. Arthur's got you. You want to experience this together with him.

Eager to show him your progress, you guide his right hand between your open legs. To your surprise, he lets out a groan, breaking the kiss to look down and rub the place at the apex of your thighs.

You didn't expect to feel him through the obstacles in the way, and your own sensitivity catches you unprepared. The noise you make is familiar to Arthur, it's hardly the first time he's got you helpless and dying for him to touch you like that. Though it usually takes a bit more toying with you. He keeps rubbing down on it until your body is certain this is nowhere near enough for what it needs.

"Arthurrr… Please…"

"Begging already? My, aren't you cute?"

You pout at his teasing, taking matters into your own hands as you try to shimmy out of your panties. He's there to help, hands meeting yours as he pulls them down and out of the way.

You shut your legs together out of embracement, and Arthur is prepared for this reaction as he quietly tuts you, resuming his ambush on your lips, and you give into his ways of convincing you.

Feeling the tips of his fingers on your clit, electricity runs through you and you thrust your pelvis up involuntarily. Arthur remains collected as his fingers dance around your bundle of nerves, but no matter how gentle he is, his touch feels too good for some reason. You can feel how slippery it is, but the feeling is not too alien to you, and that's a relief. While drowning in the sweetness of Arthur's kisses, it all feels like a regular night with him, you're just extra wet and sensitive.

"Arthur- Are you gonna…" You don't finish, instead running your hand down his toned body and to the front of his pants.

He chuckles. "Only if you can handle it, luv. Say the word and I'll give you what you need. But if you think that would be too much, I can make you cum on my hand now and here."

It all sounds lovely to you, but the hormones playing with your head are demanding all you can take and more. You want to explore this sensation all the way, despite the tad of embarrassment still threateningly lingering in the back of your head.

"I want you inside…" You blurt out, raising your legs in an attempt to make Arthur hurry up and slip inside you already. You obviously don't need more preparation, as you're sure it's not only the blood lubricating your hole anymore.

The shadow of lust darkening Arthur's blue eyes is alone at fault for your walls clamping down around nothing. The rustling of a belt coming undone is music to your ears as you count the seconds before Arthur claims the place between your legs once again.

Same as when you felt his fingers, the tip of his very hard cock makes you jump, but now Arthur chooses to simply observe from above as you forms writhe. You feel him coating himself in your juices and the filthiness of the act makes you moan on the spot. The repeating tease of him threatening to breach your entrance only to withdraw is making you crawl out of your skin.

"Are those tears in your eyes, Luv? Oh, you poor thing, we teased you too much now…"

You're shocked to discover that your vision is indeed blurry. Hormones at fault, you mutter a sound of surprise that turns into a moan as Arthur finally enters you.

"Oh— My god, so— big-"

Arthur groans like you rarely hear him do. He must have felt that too. You're really tight around him.

It's good he slips his tongue between your lips again because the smallest thrust would make you explode. You're getting drunk on this sensation, feeling him so intensely. Just as you begin to relax, he starts grinding inside you.

"Ahhhh- More, more!"

Eager to give you all you want, Arthur complies until you start hearing the wet noises of him thrusting inside you. It's making your face red, but you can't help moaning at every thrust, adding to the sultry sounds.

Arthur is as lost in it as you are, and your heart sings at being the source of his maddening need. Hearing his low noises of pleasure drives you closer and closer to the edge, as all you can think about is cumming together with him.

Locking your legs around his torso, you egg him on to tip over the edge now and here. The unmistakable noise of him cursing under his breath floods you with desire just as you thought you couldn't feel needier, but then something happens that catches you off guard. Arthur moves his head away from where it was nestled against your neck and at first, you aren't sure about the reason before you hear his muffled groans. He fills you with his hot cum just a second after.

You realize that just now, he was biting the pillow. The bloodthirst must have gotten to his head, and he… did everything in his power not to drain you of more blood.

Seeing him so out of control makes you scream as a violent, powerful orgasm is ripped out of you, your body seemingly having a mind of its own as it humps against Arthur through it, and he holds you down by the folds of your knees to ride the pleasure off for you. It's one of the best orgasms you've ever had.

Hormones shifting once again in the chemistry of your brain, you glow with the aftermath of pleasure running through your body, head to toe, and suddenly the need to hold Arthur close grows tenfold. His hands move to cushion the back of your neck as he kisses you softly, spent and content as you are, chuckling against your lips.

"Aren't you going to ask why we haven't done this sooner?"

Still catching your breath, you want to groan at how quickly he regained his cockiness, being a textbook gentleman just a second ago. Though, you can totally see his point now.

"I just…really don't want to look down right now."

"You don't have to. Leave the cleanup to me. I'll take good care of you."

The whispered promise is already lulling you into a deeper relaxation, as you rest your limbs with no intention to get up anytime soon. Arthur is… absolutely, shamelessly spoiling you rotten. Both with his gentle care and with his ways of casually giving you one of the best orgasms of your life, making you discover a new kink.

Oh, and your pain is completely gone, by the way.

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beyondthisdarkhouse · 11 months

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Tl;dr: I have restocked my Etsy shop! If I sell out again, I won't be able to restock until Tuesday.

Life of me:

Spend months bringing embroidery patterns to sell at historical re-enactment events. Get a lot of admirers but average 3 sales per month. Ponder if this is because the chronic pain-and-fatigue multipliers of being at the event, dressed, with a table set up with stuff, and sitting in a chair for several hours, leaves you with the engaging salesmanship of a Galapagos tortoise.

Buy a roll of interfacing 8" wide and 9 yards (27 feet, 324 inches!!) long to print patterns on. Expect to run out at the end of the next Ice Age. Print 13" long strips because that's the longest size the printer will countenance.

Open Etsy shop. Wait several days. Get 9 visitors.

Post on Tumblr

Receive RAVENING HORDE of buyers on Etsy, like homg. When nobody else got me, I know TUMBLR got me. Sell out entire inventory in like 6 hours flat.

Realize that the item price with the coupon code discount is $2 less than the cost of shipping. Realize why so many people cautioned me against guaranteed free shipping. Make shipping the customer's issue.

Change prices, bc they were originally based around the marketing idea of "please oh god someone buy something I'm fucking desperate"

Package up first 5 Etsy orders around midnight; put hoodie on and walk to nearest postbox.

Occupy yourself with embroidering a little mushroom while winding down for sleep (necessary due to vibration of HOLY SHIT I SOLD THINGS)

Feel like a medieval peasant to whom a miracle has occurred

In the morning, decide to dump the seller manual and planned schedule of product release. Wander the apartment 5x looking for stray lengths of embroidery pattern that have gotten put somewhere weird. Print out patterns until only ONE PIECE of interfacing is left.

Order more interfacing, but the soonest it will arrive is Tuesday. Take inventory and calculate how many items are claimed vs up for sale.

Photograph every single blackwork handstitch pattern in the apartment. They are not very good photographs, but at least they exist.

Sleep for 6 hours in the middle of the day because apparently photography is exhausting and fibromyalgia is an ass

Realise right hand is inflamed and hurts to move because of embroidering a littol mushroom. Why are bodies.

List every single pattern on Etsy even if there's only 1 piece of it for sale. Ache from head to toe because apparently standing up to deal with the printer etc counts as like, intense physical labour?

Email 3 local print shops for quotes because this is. A LOT.

Tomorrow:

Have helper come over and package up orders to go out.

Print very last page of interfacing. Probably with more of the Cottagecore pattern, which just sold out, because it is STINKING CUTE.

Monday:

Spend whole day playing Stardew Valley and eating chocolate pudding and NOT THINKING about the provincial election. (Voted last week, the day advanced polls opened)

Now:

Walk from living room to bed. Why?? How?? Why are we put on this earth?? Just to suffer???

#haberdashery

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vanwritesfan-fiction · 6 months

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For Jack, maybe he’s taking care of reader when she’s sick and she’s worried about getting him sick but he doesn’t care

"Urban says get better soon." Jack slipped his phone in the pocket of his sweatpants as he walked into the living room. Urban called to check in with you before the headed out to the first of many Halloween parties tonight. Jack had declined his invitation, choosing to spend the night in with you. You were laying under three layers of thick blankets, still shivering as you suffered through your third day of the flu.

"You should go out tonight with them, babe. I know how much you love Halloween." You grinned as you rubbed your nose with a tissue, layering on the sarcasm, because you knew Jack couldn't stand Halloween. "I don't wanna get you sick. You're supposed to go to London next week."

This time you were serious. As much as you would love to be cuddled up to your boyfriend while he nursed you back to health, you would never forgive yourself if he had to miss a work commitment because of you.

"Bold of you to assume I'm here for you." He plopped down on the couch, pulling one of your blankets over his legs as he pulled you into his side, planting a kiss on your forehead. "I can't go out tonight. I'm a celebrity, baby, there would be chaos." Jack chuckled as he shoved a handful of popcorn into his mouth.

You rolled your eyes and let out a big sigh at his arrogant show. You knew it was all an act, because Jack was one of the biggest scaredy cats you had ever met, jumpy at the smallest sound or movement, and that was only magnified on Halloween.

"Oh, how could I forget, Mr. Hollywood. What movie do you want to watch?" Jack shrugged, lifting his feet onto the coffee table. "I'm up for anything."

"Let's watch my favorite: A Nightmare Before Christmas." You grabbed the remote and scrolled through the movie choices.

"That's not scary is it?" You saw Jack's eyes grow wide from the corner of your eye, his fingers intertwined with his beard, a tell that he was nervous.

"Are you asking if a movie with the word 'Christmas' in the title is scary?" You sniffled, patting his thigh.

"It also has the word Nightmare in it." Jack countered, his voice an octave higher than usual. He grabbed your hand, squeezing each finger individually, something he also did when he was nervous.

"I promise to protect you. You're a celebrity after all, wouldn't want anything to happen to you." Jack scoffed, but also pulled you in closer to him, resting his head atop yours.

About 30 minutes into the movie you started a sneezing fit, one right after the other. You sat up to blow your nose, groaning at the congestion in your chest. "I can barely breathe."

"Want me to get you some more cough medicine?" Jack rubbed your arm sympathetically.

"Yes, that would be great, babe. Its in the bathroom, top drawer to the left of the sink." Jack jumped to his feet, and walked to your bathroom to retrieve the bottle.

You knew you had about 30 seconds to put your plan into motion and scare Jack. You just couldn't resist. It wasn't your fault that Jack happened to fall in love with someone obsessed with Halloween. Scaring him was inevitable. You tucked a couple of pillows underneath your blankets to look like you were sleeping beneath the covers, and then you moved to hide behind the couch.

Right on schedule, Jack returned less than a minute later, whistling to himself as he rounded the corner to your living room.

"Babe, I wasn't sure which medicine you wanted, so I just brought both bottles I found." He stopped when he realized you were sleeping. He gently placed the medicine on the table, sinking onto the couch next to you. You cover your mouth to hold your giggles, feeling a cough travel up your chest.

Jack leaned over closer to what he thought was you. "I know I joke about it, but truthfully, I'd get sick a hundred times if it means I get to spend time with you", he whispered, trying not to wake you. "There's literally nowhere else I'd rather be."

You felt bad, but knew you had to commit to the bit, purely for a laugh. You jumped up from behind the couch, placing your hands on Jack's shoulders. "Boo, Jack, Santa Claus is gonna get you!"

"Aaaah!" Jack scrambled off the couch, landing across the floor on his hands and knees. He laid on his back when he realized it was you, flipping you the middle finger. "You fucking suck!"

You bellowed over in laughter, your face turning bright red, as you let out a deep chest cough.

"How much did you hear?" Jack asked, as he pulled you into a hug, clapping you on your back.

"You mean did I hear you say how much you looovvveee me?" You teased him, cupping his cheek.

"Well, I didn't mean any of it. I don't love anyone who scares the shit out of me." Jack pushed his bottom lip out in a pout, hoping to garner some sympathy kisses from you.

"I'm on my deathbed, babe, you can't be mad at me." You snaked your arms around his neck, playing with the curls at the back of his head.

"Well, when you put it like that, I guess I forgive you, and of course I love you, babe." He leaned down to give you a kiss but you turned away. "Jack, sick." You backed away from him, shielding your face as you landed on the couch.

"If you don't give me a kiss, I take it all back." He climbed on top of you, sending you into a fit of giggles as he tickled your stomach. You quickly gave in, giving him a quick peck on the lips.

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Teacher's Pet part 16

Synopsis: The reader feels off after last night’s activities. She starts to flounder a bit, and she meets another cautionary tale. What?

A/n: I'm so so so sorry that this took so long. Life has happened, so yay! But here's Gwen! Yay! To all who read this, rhank you so much! And to my mutual, you are the best.

Needless to say, you woke up sore. The kind of sore it would take you a little while to get out of bed for. Your usual jolt out of sleep happened, but it was stopped by the Time Lord's vice grip on your body. He seemed to be still asleep. His hearts thrumming in a rhythm of four lulling you out of you usual first moments of anxiety you always suffered from upon waking.

You could feel every bite and thrust of the night before. He was like an animal in heat. The way he acted felt quite literally couldn’t be described as any way but in rut.

Did Time Lords have mating schedules? You knew the gender thing was a bit murky. But did they have a mating schedule? You didn’t know if a hybrid of human and Time Lord was possible…

Or if the morning-after pill would work.

You silently begged your IUD to put in the work.

Plus, would the abortion clinic be able to deal with it? Or would you have to break your own rules and go off planet to some space clinic to deal with that?

Your singular heart raced in it’s cage.

You pushed some of these truly silly thoughts aside.

A dark, but nice thought of you knocked up with his kid entered your brain. Maybe you’d look good pregnant…and if it were his kid?

You swallowed and laughed at yourself, You must really be in a committed relationship of you had domestic bliss coming to your mind. Derailing your plans and solid oaths…

You felt mentally changed too. It was difficult to put your finger on it, maybe it was his possessiveness of you in the act. Or the fact that he was changing his entire lifestyle to suit you. Sometimes felt…distinctively off.

Not that you minded. Change was good.

But it lay there as surely as you did, covered in bruises and muscles still shaking to their core. An inexplicable feeling, a haunting sensation.

You laid next to him quietly. Unable to break the moment where it stood. The moment was not half bad in itself.

You noticed the hearts behind you start to speed up. You turned your body gently in the hold and saw his eyes gazed up at you.

“How long have you been up?” You questioned.

“Seconds.”

It was satisfactory enough for you.

“Hey, do you really have to meet with this woman? We can play hooky and I don’t know…get a Chinese and sit by the river.” You tempted. You didn’t want to leave his side at all. You felt the urge to curl into his ribcage and stay there. In that bed. Indefinitely.

“I have to do my job…” His lashes caught on themselves as he rolled his eyes.

“Fair enough.” You replied as you thought about the money you personally were missing out on. You’d feel it in the middle of the next term when you couldn’t even afford a packet of crisps and a cheap beer to take the edge off.

Yet alone cigarettes and cheap lingerie…

“Yeah…” You didn’t push.

“Free to come with me, my fawn.” He tightened his grip on you as he nestled his face in your hair, pushing his forehead to yours.

“You mentioned some person from another organization? What’s her deal?” Curiosity threatened…

“Oh, yes. Gwen Cooper-Williams. She was a part of this organization funded by the monarchy. To investigate and harvest alien technology and be off the books about it. Was started because Victoria and I had some issues. My old friend…” The word friend seemed to hiss its way out of his teeth. Lots of baggage there, you noted. “Took over the Cardiff branch. Was trying to reform it from the inside in my honor. She was his second-in-command. Everyone died. Except them.”

You felt grim. Death followed the Doctor like that kilo that you kept gaining and losing did.

However, the grimy thought swept itself away with the blink of those perfect eyes and the warmth of the bed you shared. He might have been cooler than you in body temperature, but the blankets and your warm, human body made it a comfortable furnace…

The horrors of the Doctor’s ever-widening world were getting bigger, but you weren’t reacting how you probably should be.

More differences.

“I think she may be bringing her family…A real family affair.”

“Like Mary J. Blige?” You tried a little bit of banter.

“Maybe…that sounds familiar. But I can’t place it…” He mused, seemingly inhaling your exhale.

“Of course. “

You found yourself having to leave the warm pile of blankets and him, his alarm on a watch announced itself.

You let out a puff of air as you pouted. He got out of bed and you crinkled the bedding around your neck and tucked your chin over it.

“You can come with me or get out.” He bribed against your petulance.

“Fine!” You made a show of it as you got out of bed. By the time you had resigned yourself to being officially ‘up’, he was mostly dressed.

“Humans, you really are a bunch of kids at times.” He observed as he zipped up his hoodie and went for his blazer.

“Weird thing to say to someone you actively sleep with.” You shot back as you crouched over your suitcase and started picking through the clothes.

“Well, I am hundreds of years older than you, aren’t I, my darling fawn.” He pet your hair and traced his way down to stroke the underside of your throat. You liked the sensation and how it sent a shiver down your spine.

“Mmmm, yeah.” You leaned into it as he took his other hand and glided it through your hair. You halted your search for a pair of fresh underwear and a top.

“Be good and I’ll get you permanent clearance here.” He jokingly chided.

“Okay…” You sighed as you didn’t really want clearance, but it was a nice offer anyhow.

You got up and started to dress yourself. Nothing too special, just an old tee-shirt and jeans, you didn’t know what all the day entailed, so you went for easy everything. You thanked your lucky stars you had a nice jacket tucked away for any night time casual excursions.

You went into the bathroom and did your normal skincare and some basic make-up, and to cover up the love bites he gave you. With all that, you kept your hair down.

These were no ones business, you felt.

“I knew a person, she needed three mirrors to do her make-up.” He placed his right hand in the air and moved it about to elaborate that.

“I mean…it helps.” You shrugged as you finished up sticking on a coat of lip gloss.

“She had an abnormally round face.”

“Cool.”

He offered you the crook of his arm and you grabbed your purse.

You met the head of UNIT, Petronella and some others you couldn’t recall, and some soldiers in the entrance as some very attractive middle-aged woman with dark brown, almost black hair and green eyes walked in. She wore a utilitarian leather jacket and a pair of combat boots. She held a laptop bag and a messenger bag was slung over her shoulder.

Her freckles were captivating…

She was accompanied by a slightly-heavy set man, a young teen girl and a preteen boy. The man had a big rucksack on and had a laptop bag as well.

“Oy! You’re Kate?” She walked up to Kate Stewart and offered to shake her hand.

“Yes, pleased to finally meet you, Missus Cooper-Williams. I trust your trip up from Porth Colmon was pleasant.” Kate went in with a degree of professionalism that went over the head of both you and this Gwen character.

“I got a note from Martha Jones to wish you well…” Kate added on.

“I’ll send her an email.” The woman’s Welsh accent trilled delightfully through your skull.

You felt yourself grow several shades of embarrassed.

“I’m the Doctor.” Your obviously-there boyfriend motioned over, offering himself into the fray.

You stood by and felt your cheeks burn as she stared at him. You felt like you didn’t belong. You knew you probably did. You felt entitled to belong here.

“You look…familiar? Why do I know you?” Gwen took a look at him, a haunted expression seemed to catch in her throat as she hitched her breath out of her lungs.

“I’ve been told my face is unforgettable.” He smiled and swished his fingers up over.

“I’ll figure it out.”

“You do that.”

The professionals took over and ushered everyone into a basement digital archive.

You made yourself useful and got everyone’s tea and coffee order and went to the small coffee station in the corner.

“I take it you’re the new Jack and Martha? A new Rose?” Gwen said as she took her tea out of your hand.

“I guess?” You felt a pang of something, jealously perhaps. More of that sinking that you felt at the botched Narcotic Another meeting for companions.

However, the minute these emotions took hold, you felt yourself being washed in a wave of self-reassurance. You were different, you were his fawn. His favorite.

It felt off, but you sighed in relief.

“When you get thrown out, yeah, Torchwood may be now gone. But my sofa is open. He dumped Jack in a bad place far from home.” She whispered. “If you get dumped in the past, here on Earth, here's all my addresses. Tell me you’re a friend of Jack. I’ll retcon myself obviously. But if it’s in the future…” She quickly scribbled down some addresses and slid them into your pants’ pocket.

You looked over, a stabbing in your eyes at your Doctor, who was shredding wires to optimize intake, sonic screwdriver wedged into his mouth.

You felt yourself start to shake, but more of your brain started talking at you. It told you that he’d never do that to you, and didn’t you recall that you never would go into space, let alone go back in time. It was a warm, cloying feeling, not unlike the blankets that you so unwillingly left that morning.

You inhaled and the sigh of relief came up again.

You were his favorite little fawn, after all!

You sat back and let everyone go about. The children were engrossed on their phones.

You still felt off, and you worried maybe your IUD got slightly dislodged after last night’s activities.

Could you get pregnant if that happened? You couldn’t recall reading that in the unholy ream of paper that was included in its placement.

You stared at them. Pondering what would happen if you were getting pregnant as you sat there. What if you couldn’t get rid of a half-human, half-Time Lord fetus? Were you prepared for motherhood?

You had so much life and plans for the future.

A future that was already disrupted, but you were still going to have one.

A baby, regardless of species, would ruin that…

Could you be a good parent? Did you have that in you? The Doctor had parenting experience. He mentioned a granddaughter. You didn’t know how good of one he was. You didn’t know that. You couldn’t…

You shook yourself mentally by your shoulders. You clearly were losing it. You had to snap out of it.

Good lord! Was this you in a healthy relationship? Sappy and soft? Thinking of total domesticity?

A side of you you’ve never met…

It was all reasonably quick in the end. The entire operation wrapped up as quickly as it had started.

“I’d recommend you to a few museums for your children…” You heard Kate say to Gwen and Rhys. (You had heard Gwen say his name quite a few times in the last hour and a half.)

“No, we’re going back to Wales. Quick trip to this dump you call our capital, go back.” Gwen said. No love clearly lost there!

The Doctor snickered.

As she left, she shot one final look at you. It seemed imploring. Then one final, baffled look at the Doctor.

She took her menagerie and vanished into the busy streets.

Apparently the Doctor was needed at meetings, and you were given the afternoon off. You got a reassuring kiss and told to have fun. London was free for you to use and abuse.

You took it. You needed the fresh air. A quick, real-life reality check. Away from whatever BBC-level, sci-fi bullshit your life had become.

You found yourself fiddling with your necklaces and adjusting them against the bruises on your neck and shoulders. The shirt you were wearing wasn’t a good enough barrier, but it was good enough for now.

You found yourself in some park near a Tesco Superstore and holding a coffee from a near-by café you hardly remembered ordering. It was growing cold.

You broke down, fully embarrassed about the day. Not only how useless you felt, but how you were so sick with love that you weren’t even able to have yourself a sense of worry.

You felt weak.

You would have usually tried to buck yourself up, to make yourself and your ego take precautions against this. But it didn’t come. All you could think about was him. His everything down to the way his toes were shaped.

You felt like without him you’d physically fall into shards.

Truly, relationships weren’t for you.

But you dare not do anything.

You loved him too much.

You made a note to go see your gynecologist and perhaps get a therapist.

You started to light up a cigarette but you gazed up at the sky as it burnt itself up.

You got a text from him wondering where you were. You shared your location. He was on his way.

Suddenly, all your apprehension and agony of the situation vanished. He was coming here! He was coming for you! He was going to join you! Your Doctor was coming to spend the rest of the day with you on this park bench! He’d never desert you or let you go away from him!

You fought to get yourself under control, you may be sickeningly in love, but you were in public…

You sipped your ice-cold, formerly-hot coffee and waited for him to join you.

Thus, he did.

He slid up besides you and looked out across the park.

“So what did you do?” He asked in earnest.

You felt instantly clear-headed and in a less pensive mood. “Just this, went on the Tube. Wandered. I don’t want to be a tourist.”

“Yeah, you blend right in.” He trilled, you took it for sarcasm.

You shrugged and exaggerated your hands. Your ring on your left index finger lightly clicked off the side of the bench as you slid it back down at rest.

“What’s something you wish you could do? Anything in the whole of the city! Name one thing and it’s yours…” He revved himself up.

He wrapped a finger in your hair and curled it in to the base of your skull as he went to stroke your jaw slightly and repeatedly.

It sent a shiver down your spine and pleasure to your core. It made you throb a tad.

Here you were, coming undone, in public. Children were around! So were dogs! Not an optimal place…

But nonetheless, you felt a heavy pull in your gut as you leaned your jaw up and felt the sky beam a ray of sun onto you. His fingers felt next to glorious as they stroked you and the entwined finger anchored his entire hand on you. The way his thumb was swiping over your lips was absolutely criminal. The skin on your lower lip was prickling and getting more sensitive with every sweep. Your moan was slight and reverberated throughout his thumb. You parted your lips in hope that he’d place it inside your mouth.

“This feels nice. Can we do this?” You cooed.

“Maybe later.” He used his entwined finger to pull your head up and kiss you and untangling himself from your head.

You dwelled on his ask of you for a moment before you whipped out your phone to consult your list you made previously in preparation.

“Gunnersbury Park Museum? The Natural History Museum? I’ve got a lot of cafés and little record stores and book shops listed. But you could chose…I mean. You could probably correct the exhibits if they’re wrong.” You let out a nervous laugh and mocked his age lovingly.

“I’m not allowed in the Natural History Museum.” He shook his head and bull-frogged his cheeks. “Yes, it was this particular body. No, I’m not risking it.”

You bit your lips together and started shredding bits of skin off with your front teeth.

“Of course.”

He looked over at your list, an eyebrow cautiously raised. The Doctor tapped at one of your ideas.

“Kew Gardens is relatively near here. We can go there.”

“After you, then.” You smiled and got up, offering in the crook of your arm.

His face was unreadable, but inched towards amused. At least that was your interpretation. Sometimes faces were tricky for you, but this man was no exception. Often it seemed like he was human enough to interpret things at face value, sometimes things felt like maybe faces worked differently where he was from.

As if you didn’t feel like enough of a freak…

But he understood you always. Even when you didn’t understand you, yourself. Which came in handy, all things considered. Most people seemed to interpret your words and actions differently than intended. But not him, not the Doctor.

It was almost like he was inside your brain.

Maybe that was a perk of dating an ancient alien who had been around the block. He’d already been domesticated.

Good.

Whatever it was, you’d take it!

As he took your arm and you headed out to Kew Gardens, you felt positively swept away.

Over eight billion people on the planet, and who knew how many more out in that big, mad universe he traveled.

And here he was, with you!

How lucky you were.

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