#seriously though I want feedback on this one because I actually love it

[rafecameroninterlude]

₊˚⊹˚ 𐙚 𝐬𝐚𝐥𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐞

pairing: rafe cameron x fem!reader

summary: ❝the summer’s hot, and i’ve been waiting for you all this time.❞ — rafe finally comes back home from his two-month long family vacation, surprising you in the middle of the night.

warnings: established relationship, ward overhears you and rafe on the phone, dry humping, heavy petting, oral (f receiving), face sitting, multiple orgasms, dirty talk, unprotected sex

word count: 2.3k

a/n: it literally makes me so happy when i see the feedback you guys give me, especially when you show your support by reblogging or simply liking. i love and appreciate every single one of you <333 series masterlist

“you’re actually lying.” tears were already forming in your eyes as rafe spoke on the other line. “i wish i was, baby. we were supposed to fly back in this morning but some weather shit got in the way, so we’re kinda stuck here until they let us know when there’s another flight available.” you sighed, trying your best to keep your voice from shaking. “have you asked the airport people already?” there was a slight pause before rafe answered.

“they said it could be weeks since the hurricanes here get pretty crazy.” weeks?! you thought you could die right now. “i’m so mad my parents didn’t let me go.” the tears were falling now. you and rafe had never been apart for this long. with all the built up anticipation, you couldn’t help but get youreself excited and hopeful about seeing him today, just for all of it to come crashing down with a single phone call. “i wish you were here too, babe. i got you a bunch of stuff from the shopping centers here, i think you’ll love it.” you wanted to cry harder because of how sweet he was.

“aww, you didn’t have to do that for me, baby.” you cooed, your heart fluttering in your chest when you heard the smile in his voice. “at least you’re going on winter vacation with me.” you nodded, trying to stay as positive as you can. “that’s true. i can’t help but to think my parents are trying to torture me or something,” you laughed, “they heard the words ‘shared hotel room’ and freaked out.” rafe shook his head even though you couldn’t see him. “they did, right?” he glanced at the tv, the weather report still the same.

“yeah, but rightfully so i guess. could you imagine if we shared a room for two months?” you bit your lip at the idea. “it’s a good thing we didn’t tell them that we’d have a whole cabin to ourselves in december.” you shut your eyes for a moment, wishing so bad that you could speed up the time. “you need to come back to me already. i’m sad and horny.” rafe snorted at your words. “hey, at least we know we could have amazing phone sex.” before you could respond, you heard what sounded like ward in the background.

“come on, rafe. seriously man?” you gasped, shooting up from your bed. “rafe! i thought you were somehwere private!” your cheeks were on fire with how hard you were blushing right now. “tell ward i said hi.” rafe did as you asked, a muffled ‘hey, sweetheart.’ sounding on the other line. “wheezie and sarah there?” as if you could be anymore mortified right now. “nah, they went to a gift shop with rose.” thank, god. “well, i told lia that i’d go with her to the beach for a little, so i better start getting ready.” you put him on speaker, opening your drawer that had all your bikini’s in it.

“all right, i’m gonna let you go babe,” rafe sighed, “i’ll update you as soon as i find something out.” you chose a top, and grabbed a pair of jean shorts as you started changing. “okay. i’ll see you soon, love you.” you smiled when he kissed the mic. “i love you more, i’ll talk to you later.” you hung up, feeling slightly better after hearing his voice. it didn’t take you long to pack your beach tote, lia picking you up soon after.

you spent the rest of the day with your friend, both of you taking pictures and reading your books. “wanna stay the night at mine? i could really go for some pizza right now.” lia pouted as she pulled into your driveway. “i wish. i have to go to breakfast with my family tomorrow.” she put the car in park, looking at you apologetically. “oh, that’s right! it’s okay, hang tomorrow afterwards?” you grabbed your bag from the backseat. “for sure. i’ll call you when i get home.” she nodded, in which you waved. “hey! send me the pictures we took!” you shouted as she rode off.

“hey, guys,” you greeted your parents as you closed the front door behind you. they were curled up on the couch watching a movie. “hey!” your mom whispered, not wanting to wake your father who was resting his head on her lap. they always looked so cute together. “i’m gonna go shower. goodnight.” you walked past them, eagerly waiting to check your phone to see if you had any messages from rafe.

[2:32 PM] loml <3: still the same bs. i’ll try to call you again tonight

you gasped at the timestamp. that was hours ago. it was about ten o’clock now, and you were definitely feeling the effects of your activities today.

[10:02 PM] y/n: superrr sleepy rn, i’ll still answer if you call bb

you waited until the message delivered and quickly got in the shower. after washing your hair and rinsing yourself off, you changed into an oversized t-shirt and called it a night. you don’t know how long you’d been asleep for, but your eyes were fluttering open as you felt your bed dip beside you.

your heart dropped when you saw a dark figure looming over you, a loud gasp escaping your lips. before you could scream, a large hand covered your mouth. your eyes widening as you starting hitting the person against their chest. “baby, it’s me! it’s me!” you stopped as soon as you heard his voice, rafe’s hand slowly moving away from your face. “what the hell!” you whispered, immediately throwing your arms around him. “how are you here right now?” you reached over, turning on the small lamp on your nightstand.

the soft light barely did anything to illuminate the space, but your heart skipped a beat once you could make out his features. you stared at each other for a few moments before he took your lips into a searing kiss. “fuck, i missed you so much.” he leaned all his body weight on top of you, the feeling nearly bringing you to tears. “two months, rafe. never again.” you scolded him, letting him settle between your thighs. “my dad pulled some strings and we were able to come back today. just landed like an hour ago.” he could barely talk as he kissed you inbetween his words.

the reality of the situation made you stop, your body freezing underneath him. “what?” he looked at you confused. “my parents are here! how did you even get in?” you scrambled to get up, locking your door before you could get caught. when you turned around, rafe was laying flat on your mattress, a sliver of skin poking out from under his t-shirt. “my key. they were knocked out cold on the couch, so i just snuck up here.” he propped himself up on his elbows, his eyes falling to your bare thighs. “you wearing anything underneath that?” you smiled before shaking your head and lifting up the hem of your shirt teasingly. “no.” rafe’s gaze darkened as he watched you straddle him.

“why?” his hands ran up your thighs, squeezing the flesh before they settled on your hips. you shrugged. “just wanted to be ready for you.” rafe could already feel his cock hardening with your words alone. “yeah?” he dragged your hips against his, your naked cunt rubbing against his shorts. “fuck,” you whimpered, letting your head fall to the side as you balanced yourself on your palms. “i missed hearing that. missed seeing you like this.” he took the shirt off of you, marveling at the sight of your bare figure on top of him.

“i want you to get yourself off on me,” rafe splayed a hand over your stomach, “wanna watch you move.” you grabbed his hand, placing his middle and ring fingers in your mouth, your hips grinding against him. “you’re so fucking perfect, ‘don’t know how i made it two months without you.” you moaned, sucking his digits while you started a steady rhythm. you knew you were overly sensitive because of how long it’d been without him here, but you couldn’t help the aftershocks that came with your clit rubbing against his hard on.

rafe groaned, knowing he wouldn’t last too long like this. while he spewed out the most filthy things you’ve ever heard, you sped up, desperate to reach the high you were so close to. rafe screwed his eyes shut, stopping you just before he could cum in his shorts. the sound of both of you trying to catch your breaths filtered throughout your room as you blinked down at him. “i was so close,” you pouted, clenching around nothing. “ride my face.” your eyes widened. “what?” rafe grabbed you by your waist, a yelp leaving your lips as he held you above his mouth.

you shuddered when you felt his breath fanning against the inside of your thighs. “are you su- fuck!” you cried when you felt his tongue where you ached for him the most. “oh my god, rafe,” he was quick to interwine his fingers with yours, holding you tightly so you couldn’t move away. this was new for both of you, but rafe was quickly realizing that watching you with your jaw slacked and greedily chasing his tongue with your hips was becoming his new favorite view.

he moaned against your soaked cunt, the slight vibration making your eyes roll back. “r-rafe!” your hips stuttered as you felt the sweet release of pure euphoria wash over you. rafe held you tighter against him, his tongue attacking your clit as you shook uncontrollably. two months of phone sex could never compare to the real thing, your breaths becoming labored as rafe laid you down. “i’m gonna fuck you senseless.” rafe kissed you, your wetness still on his lips as he did so. just as you pulled away, a knock sounded from your bedroom door.

“y/n, is everything okay honey?” your eyes widened as rafe took the opportunity to roll one of your nipples between his fingers, your face burying in his chest to muffle the moan that left your mouth. “i-i’m okay! just.. cramps!” rafe trailed sloppy kisses across your neck, smiling against your skin as you struggled to formulate a single sentence. “aw i hope you feel better, call me if you need anything, love.” you waited until her footsteps receeded down the hallway before you smacked rafe playfully. “you’re terrible!” you laughed.

he took off his shirt, his muscles on full display as he discarded his shorts. fuck, he was glorious. “yeah, but you love me.” you smiled as he slotted himself between your legs, shivering once you felt his cock sit between your folds. “i do love you.” rafe ran his fingers through your hair, caging you between his arms as he slid into you, a moan sounding from both your mouths. you stretched around him so deliciously, rafe’s head resting in the crook of your neck.

“is that my favorite body wash?” he looked up, pecking your jaw when you nodded. “something told me to use it tonight.” your eyes fluttered shut when rafe pulled out, pushing back into you as he hooked your thigh around his waist. “this is all i could think about over there,” he sighed, “i just wanted to feel this perfect pussy squeezing around me.” you mewled at his words, your nails digging into his shoulders. “did you think about me, baby?”

you nodded, your back arching into his chest. “fuck, yes. i missed having you on top of me, ‘missed taking your cock.” he groaned, lightly wrapping a hand around your neck as his pace sped up. rafe adjusted you so your head was resting on top of his arm as he kissed you roughly. his thrusts were unforgiving, soon the sound of skin slapping against skin echoed in your room. with the way the head of his cock was stroking that soft spot inside you, you couldn’t bring yourself to care if you were being too loud. you started meeting his thrusts, your clit meeting his pubic bone.

“you’re doing so fucking good for me.” he panted, his breath fanning your cheeks. you wrapped your arms around his neck, crying out into his skin. “don’t stop!” he covered your mouth, shushing you as he fucked into you relentlessly. “i got you, baby. ‘gonna fill up this pretty cunt with my cum.” you whimpered, tears welling in your eyes as you felt your second orgasm nearing. with a couple more thrusts, you found yourself falling over the edge, your climax hitting you in waves of pure ecstasy. “oh, fuck,” rafe’s jaw was clenched as he suppressed the groan that threatened to rip itself from his throat.

you reveled in the feeling of his seed spilling into you, his eyebrows knitting in pleasure as he continued to move sloppily. “fuck, i don’t think i ever came that hard before.” he removed his hand, allowing you to take a full breath. you sighed, curling into your boyfriend as he plopped down beside you. “i missed this the most.” he pressed a kiss to your temple, his fingers tracing shapes into your side. you smiled softly, draping an arm across his torso. “i could fall asleep like this..” rafe’s voice was hoarse, both of you yawning at the same time.

“me too,” you started, “i’m gonna go grab some water real quick, i’ll be right back.” he pulled you down for another kiss before letting you get up. you poked your head outside your door, slipping on a shirt and a pair of underwear before slipping out. you tiptoed down the stairs, walking into the kitchen where your mother sat with her laptop. “oh-” you smiled awkwardly, getting two water bottles out of the fridge. your mom looked up at you from her spot at the kitchen island.

“i take it that rafe is back from vacation? you’re lucky i left the volume up on the tv.”

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[iknowyuu]

won't say i'm in love w/ enhypen

enhypen (seperate) x gender neutral! reader

↝ wc: <2k

note: this is long overdue. . .

REBLOGS >>>> LIKES

content: hcs, cursing

heeseung ♡

- yea you’re literally his partner atp 💀 - he’ll shower you with affection, gifts and texts professing his love to you - except, it’s all platonic of course! - linking pinkies, - hugging you from behind, - LITERALLY SLEEPING IN THE SAME BED AS HIM - not romantic though - literally all in /p - i think he’s in denial 😭 serious denial . - it’s not that he doesn’t want labels or that he doesn’t want to be your partner - it’s just that he really, truly has convinced himself that it’s just friendly - he refuses to say he's in love, like actually. - he’ll literally buy you and him matching glad bracelets with your names engraved on them, but like, as besties of course! - it takes someone like jay or niki to snap him out of it - and then he finally realized sjsjsj - clearly hugs that lasted over a minute WERE NOT PLATONIC HEESEUNG - best believe within that hour he’s texting you to come over so he can confess!

[rest of the members under the cut!]

jay ♡

- the moment he realized he was completely in love with you was when on the morning of his birthday, you were the first to text him the longest message ever - detailing how much he meant to you and how much you appreciated him - and at the end, stating "i hope i was first, because you will always come first for me, love, [name]" - his heart went BOOM - the weeks that followed after were unusually awkward ?? - all because he was too busy trying to convince himself that no, he did not think you were amazing - he did not love your smile or the way you would always laugh at his dad jokes, - he did not love the fact that you were the first to try all his new recipes and always give receptive feedback, - he was not, absolutely not in love with you!!! - he didn't think you felt the same :( - (even though you literally signed off with "love" .. - i ain't ever seen two besties do that but okayyy...) - he didn't want to make things awkward by confessing - but he was already making them awkward by not :/ - it took him opening up your name in the messaging app and realizing that the last time you'd texted him first was over a week ago - and the last time you came over was even longer - for him to realize he did not wanna live without you. - he called you and confessed through pure adrenaline, right there on the phone - you reciprocated of course <3

jake ♡

- woowee where do i even start - literally just as dramatic as meg, - actually singing "i won't say i'm in love" in the shower 💀 - he'll really just ignore the incredibly prominent blooms of warmth in his chest...? - like he's seriously so in love with you - he'll try his best to make life easier for you, - helping you with your homework, - using his own money to buy a healthy and hearty lunch for you, - not to mention helping you pick outfits 💀 - it's like he doesn't have the fattest crush on you!!! - gives you so much partner privilege when you're not even his (yet.) - when all of enhypen and you were having dinner, he'd always serve you so much - to the point the rest of the members notice and start to complain LMFAO - saying stuff like - " jake-hyung, who exactly do you think you are??" "stop giving extra food to them i'm hungrier," and "jake, please for the love of god this is so unfair," - ITS SAUR FUNNY (see what i did there) - when you thank them for the meal and leave later in the night, they want to subtly confront him - it's silent, and then: - "so, you like [name], right?" "RIKI WE WERE SUPPOSED TO BE SUBTLE," HELP - so they tease him and practically force him to call you and ask for you to COME BACK so he can confess properly - 10/10 wingmen however would not recommend .

sunghoon ♡

- bro's flirt central - but like he tries to be subtle...? - kinda . - he teases you soooo much omg - he literally treats you like one of his members - and im sorry but he constantly friend-zones you LMFAOO - constantly touching you, playing with your fingers - messing with your jewlery (necklaces, earrings, bracelets if you wear any) - poking your sides to make you jump 💀 - that last thing is something he would do to annoy his members LOLL - he also really likes taking a bunch of selfies on your phone to annoy you (and so when you see them you can think of him as much as he does you but that's besides the point-) - ANYWAY BACK TO THE PROMPT - he just really doesn't want you to reject him :( - he pretends that the butterflies in his stomach are just because.. y'know - uh - he's sick!!! all the time . - deep down, he knows he really likes you, but he most definitely wouldn't dare say it out loud, it gets to the point where it frustrates you - because he acts all cutesy and touchy and affectionate but it feels like he'll never ask you out :/ - it's like he's playing with your feelings :( - so you start avoiding him - you deserve better than that! - and ofc he notices - he cant go a day without you tbh - so he spam calls you till you pick up and he confesses to you right after he hears your "hello?" - saying "i'm-so-sorry-i-know-why-you're-mad-and-im-sorry-would-actually-wanna-be-more-than-friends-maybe-you-could-even-be-my-partner?" - he said im sorry twice ... the smile that you broke onto your face <3 - ofc you said yes and he pretended to act all cool like "okay, cool. you should come over tomorrow." - when you cut off he's giggling and kicking his feet he's not slick !!!

sunoo ♡

- he's really similar to jake in the situation, with a mix of heeseung - his love language is helping you out with domestic stuff - like when he comes over his first question is always - "have you eaten?" - and you're always like - "no BUT it's because i was studying and i just wanted to get through this one session really qui-" - "[name]-aaah," he goes over to your chair and shakes your shoulders until you give in 💀 - the two of you have this thing where you try new food every time he comes over - and even though studying is important he is not letting you read a single word out of that textbook LMFAO - with sunoo it's really hard to tell if he likes you because he treats you like he does everyone else - just bc he thinks you're cute doesn't mean you don't get an attitude from him btw. - (you learned from experience) - he really isn't the type to be in denial either - one night sunoo was on his bed texting you (like he does every night) - and niki came into his room to bug him (like he does every night pt. 2) - but he's come to notice sunoo doesn't give him the same reactions he used to anymore - it's like he doesn't care :,( - he's literally just smiling at his phone - so he's like "sunoo-hyung." - "what." - "who're you texting?" - and he bugs sunoo, listing off dozens of names till he finally reaches yours - "is it [name]?" - SUNOO LITERALLY FREEZES - "HAHA IT IS [NAME], YOU LIKE THEM DON'T YOU?" - aaand sunoo chases him out of the room (like he does every night pt. 3) and comes to terms with the revelation - once he realizes that he has a crush on you nothing changes for him - well, one thing does - he smiles around you a lot more <3 - he feels no need to confess so it'd have to be you who does it first - and ofc he tells you he reciprocates <3

jungwon ♡

- equally as dramatic as jake LMFAOO - but like. in a chiller way. - yk how it is.. the leader vibe - he knows full and well that he's utterly lost in his love for you - but he would never act on it... no no no - he's not even scared or anything 😭 he just doesn't want to change anything you guys already have - in favour of a confession that might just go wrong :( - he's not ready to risk it - esp not with you - actually the chief of overthinking . . . - he's so hyper aware of the way he treats you in comparison to the friends he's not in love with that it loops back around to being weird as hell - like he's trying to act normal SO BAD. - BUT HE JUST ENDS UP LOOKING EXTREMELY UNCOMFORTABLE(&%&*(@"?/ - like he'll ask you if you wanna go out with him to eat - and when he realizes he worded that kinda sus he's like - "i mean as friends. of course! :>" - constantly friend-zoning you unintentionally???? - you start to get sad about it and he realizes that you don't call him as much anymore :( - next time you two run into each other at the cafe you frequented, he finally asks you - "if you're not busy, wanna go get some food with me? . . . not as friends. maybe as.. something more? :>" - yesyesyeysyesyesyes.

niki ♡

- he thinks he's slick but he's really not LMFAO - super SUPER incredibly touchy, - constantly playing with your fingers, - sitting unnecessarily close to you when the entire couch is free, - playing with your hair/braids/etc. - when you're about to leave he'll hug you like he's never gonna see you again - head nestled in your neck n' everything :(((( - he'll even lay with his head in your lap every once in a while :( <3 - whenever one of his members brings it up it's like he gives them a serious death glare HELP - but he's also one of them that are like not at all in denial about it 💀 - he's in love with you and he would say it with his full chest! - (not really but yk.) - it's not until you talk about how you have a date soon that he decides to bring it up - and he's like "wait don't go on that." - and you're like "...why not??" - "bc i like you," - . . . - yeah okay - y'all start to date after that <3

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[navybrat817]

Aggressively texting Bucky: "How dare you be this fucking cute?!"

Seriously! How is he so cute?!

A Couple of Cuties

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Summary: Bucky's cute. He knows it. You know it. You just need to admit it. Word Count: 1.2k Warnings: Flirting, tension, banter, implied sexy times, Bucky Barnes (yep, he's a warning) A/N: Happy Sinday! Set in the same universe as The Rejects. ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

You weren't sure how game nights became your thing with Bucky. Maybe it was because it was how the two of you got together. You looked forward to them, especially since they had a tendency to end the same way: The "loser" of a chosen game stripping and the "winner" eventually losing their clothes, too. Both of you were winners by the time you got to bed or the nearest surface he felt like taking you on. Tonight would be no exception.

If you didn't smack him first.

"It's cute that you think I'm cute. Nothing wrong with that."

You crossed your arms and raised an eyebrow at Bucky. He had his signature panty-dropping smirk on his face as he stared back at you from across the table. It was a battle of wills and you were determined not to blink. You refused to let him win. And you refused to acknowledge his cuteness.

I won't think about his adorable smile or his sweet laugh when I crack a joke or the way his eyes go soft when I catch him staring.

"When did I say you're cute?" You asked, finally blinking when you had to. He still hadn't, his deep blue eyes laser focused as he stared.

Of course, he beat me. Damn super soldier and his skills. How the hell can anyone go that long without blinking?

"You say it with your eyes and your smile, just like I say it to you," he replied, holding his phone up as you raised your chin defiantly. Even though his words made your heart swell, you didn’t let it show out of sheer stubbornness. "You also sent me a text. Would you like me to read it to you?"

"I don't need you to-"

"How dare you be this fucking cute?!" he read, trying and failing to imitate your voice.

I sound nothing like that. And I regret hitting "send" on that text message.

"You think because the text came from my phone that I sent it? How do you know Nat or someone didn't take my phone? I mean, face it, you have no proof that I'm the one who sent that message," you said, checking your nails to avoid his gaze. "Maybe someone wanted to give you an ego boost. Not like you need one, but good for them for the effort."

The adorable nose scrunch was out in full force as he laughed and you no doubt had hearts in your eyes as the sound bounced off the walls. The fact that he could relax around you after he faced so many horrors was a wonderful feeling. "Nat has never called me cute and I'm pretty sure she was with Steve when I got this message," he pointed out as he leaned across the table and booped you on the nose with a vibranium finger when you lifted your gaze. "But you think I'm cute and I think that's adorable."

"I'm sorry, but did Sergeant Barnes just boop my nose? You actually booped my nose. We may have to take your badass card away and replace it with a ‘boop boop’."

"No deflecting and badasses can still give and receive boops," he said as he settled back in his chair. "You sent the message. We both know it."

"I did not," you stated.

Bucky licked his lips, drawing your attention to them. You wanted to feel them against yours. You needed them on your skin and between your legs. "You did."

"I did not," you repeated, your voice steady as his gaze moved down to your chest. Can a man actually touch you with his eyes? Logic told you it was physically impossible, but it didn’t stop your body from imagining that he could do so.

"You did, but do you know what's cuter?” He asked, leaning back as he grasped the bottom of his blue Henley and pulled it over his head. “You in my clothes.”

“It’s cute when I’m wearing your clothes?” You questioned, catching the garment as he tossed it your way. The whiff of his cologne made you shiver, along with something that had to come from the serum. You noticed that Steve had a hint of a similar scent to Bucky, but the Captain’s didn’t make your heart race the way the former Winter Soldier’s did. “I was going for sexy.”

“It’s very sexy,” he promised, the praise heating up your skin before he gestured to himself. “But if you don’t admit that I’m cute, you won’t get any of this tonight.”

It was your turn to laugh as you swapped out your top for Bucky’s, watching his eyes darken as you slipped it on. You did look good in his clothes. “You’re going to withhold sex from me? Please. I have a toy with your name on it that’ll do the job just fine.”

Your boyfriend smiled at your words. “Aww. You named a toy after me? That’s flattering. Do you call him Bucky? James? Sergeant? Don’t hold back on me, doll. I wanna know the details.”

“You know, the text was your fault since you decided to send me a selfie,” you defended yourself, changing the subject. It was a cute photo of him. One of many. Of course, you had to say something.

“Maybe I can fuck you with the toy first,” he suggested, your inhale sharp and quick as his voice dropped. It didn’t take long for you to feel his hand on your knee, moving dangerously slow up your leg. “Because you look so cute right before you let go. Your mouth falls open slightly and the sweetest little whine slips out. And almost a look of surprise when you gush around me, like no one else has ever made you come so hard.”

No one else ever has.

“I take it back. You’re not cute. You’re the devil,” you argued breathlessly as your legs parted, allowing his hand to glide up more.

“If I’m the devil, come and sin with me,” he smirked, his hand stopping just before it reached the middle of your thighs. “And for you to take it back is an admission that you do think I’m cute. But if you won't say it...”

“Fine, you smug bastard! I admit it. I sent it because you’re cute. You’re fucking adorable. Living proof that you can be a beast and a sweetheart,” you said as he grinned, grasping his wrist and bringing his hand to your clothed core, the fabric soaked thanks to him. “And thanks to you, I’m all wet. So either do something about it or no game nights for a month.”

His nostrils flared, knowing it wasn’t just a threat. You also knew there was no way in hell he could last that long without your game nights. He cherished them just as much as you did. “You wouldn’t.”

“Oh, I would. I can play with my toy in the meantime if you’re not up for the job,” you smirked, grinding slowly against his hand. “Cutie.”

You would tell Bucky later just how cute he looked when he knocked the table out of the way to get to you. He would make sure you weren’t sore since he fucked you on the floor. It was endearing how much he cared for your well-being.

You expected nothing less from a cutie like Bucky Barnes.

These two. 😂 I hope you lovelies liked it! Love and thanks for reading. 💙

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drunk on lust j.jk

Summary : drinking night with your best friend spills the truth upon secrets within you both.

>>paring - jungkook x fem!reader (she/her)

>>trope - best friends to lovers

>>genre - angst, fluff(smut in prt2)

>>warnings/tags - horny Kook, feeling and confessions, some tears, not many warnings as smut is in part 2.

a/n - soo this was supposed to be one thing but until I actually know how to put the keep reading thingy, my first will be longer, don't be shy, please help. But for now please enjoy and give feedback through reblogs or inbox me! Not proofread

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"C'mon give me a kiss- infact make out with me and then make love with me. Pretty please ____."

"Jungkook, you drink too much beer. You're drunk." Internally his words make you hot inside.

Your feelings are kept at bay because you don't really want to ruin the ten year friendship with Jungkook. Though you always dream about having him in not so innocent ways, but that doesn't mean you don't think of the softer side of it.

Dreams of you holding his hand romantically in public, give him kisses when you feel like it and make love to him just like he'd said a minute ago,but it must be the alcohol in his system.

So you don't let it bug you too much.

"I'm not drunk, I seriously just want you." He smirks at you. It's a lazy seductive smirk, and definitely soaks your underwear right through. But your mind tells you it's inappropriate because the man is clearly drunk ; karaoke mic in his hand, the beat of the song acting as background music for this conversation.

Lips pulled into a light frown, you tell jungkook that, "it's time for bed, Kook."

"So yes? You'll make out with me and let me fill your cunt?"

"Jungkook, stop! Just stop it." You're hot all over. You wish he could stop putting ideas into your head and just call it night.

Just like every other night, the next morning is a harsh hangover and forgotten words.

"I'm sorry, love, I really am." He mutters, head thrown back with eyes closed, clear to see he I lulling to sleep.

"It's okay, Kook." You whisper.

You move closer to him out instinctively ; cuddling into his warm chest, your hand reaches up to his hair as you lightly brush his scalp.

Besides his words and his flirty demeanor, you nonetheless feel safe in his arms and everything almost feels the same, as if he wasn't talking about filling your cunt.

You irraduclly swallow your spit at that thought, focusing back on your mission, putting Jungkook to sleep.

Mission successful.

You know this because his snores and the burning candle are almost in sync.

You move even closer, if possible. Face tucked into jungkooks neck and his tattooed hand wraps around your waist, the blanket falling off your hips.

That's a normal night in Jeons household, the conversation long forgotten about and the mission is just sleep now.

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The next morning is a cry for help as you turn to Jungkooks empty spot on the couch.

You can hear him throw up in his bathroom, the sounds making you jump off the couch to help your best friend.

Sliding onto your knees, next to Jungkook, you bunch up his hair in your hands allowing him more space to throw up ; your head is turned to the side as you avoid the smell of black noodles and beer.

"Holy shit." Jungkook, now leaned up against the wall mutters as he removes himself from your body.

"You okay, Kook? That was pretty bad." You ask.

He nods at you, simply standing up to flush the toilet and you feel dismissed as he walks out on you,not even muttering a thanks.

You wonder if it's still the hangover making him behave like that. It could be. The alcohol can't possibly wear off that quick.

That's what you tell yourself 3 hours later, sitting in jungkooks bed, cleaned up and feeling fresh as ever.

Except Jungkook hasn't spoken to you the whole day, only when he asked what you wanted on your pizza.

He is currently sat by his gaming setup, dressed in his black Nike tech, paired with socks and slides.

Most importantly, his incredibly sexy glasses.

You snap out of your sick thoughts as you stand up from the bed to finally get down to the bottom of this.

"Jungkook, can we talk?" You ask behind him.

He ignores you. As expected. He only responds to his teammates on the other side, shouting over at them to 'take cover'

Sighing with a prominent frown on your face, you shuffle on your feet, feeling really really sad. "I'll go home then. Goodnight." Despite him ignoring you, you'd never miss the chance to kiss him goodbye.

So you do that, leaning down to place a peck on his toned cheek.

Grabbing your duffel with a weight of a mini fridge, you start packing in your dirty laundry and other essentials you had left out in Jungkooks room, tant you had planned to keep for the whole week you were spending with him at his apartment.

But not anymore, you guess. The guy doesn't even want to talk to you.

"Where you going?" Pulled out from packing, you look up at Jungkooks hovering body over his nightstand, where you stand.

"I figured you didn't want me here, so I'm just leaving." Your response is straight forward.

"Oh, who said that?" Jungkook chuckles. For the first time today.

"I dont need to hear it from you. I can see it. Ever since this morning! You say different shit the night before but you're a different, bitter person the next day!"

"So what___ you want me to repeat the shit I said? I know why I did this. I figured you were uncomfortable so I gave you space." Almost shouting in response, Jungkook keeps his cool, his voice at a lower bass so he isn't scaring you away.

"You what-? I never once felt uncomfortable. I wouldn't have laid up with you or tried to help you if I want fucking uncomfortable, Kook." By the time youre done, the room is dead silent. It's just you and Jungkook locking eyes. Difference is yours are slightly watery, the tears threatening to fall.

At the Crack of your voice, you speak up, "I have feelings for you, Jungkook. What you said last night was under the influence of alcohol so I figured it meant nothing. And it probably still doesn't." You pause.

"You don't have to reciprocate my feelings, if it makes things awkward,I'll leave. I really am sorry that things turned out this way." When done with you mini speech, you turn away from him, continuing to pack.

He so then starts, "look, I...have feeling for you too and how I went about wasn't the best way. Yeah sure I was drunk and said some sexual stuff, and I do understand now that I should've been straight forward but you wouldn't believe me anyway. So yeah, ____. I feel the exact same way." He finishes.

You both stare into each other's eyes, shock in yours and hope in his.

"You really- really mean that?" You carefully ask. Not trying to ruin anything.

His lips lift in anticipation. A loving smile. "I mean that. Sorry it took so long. "

"It's okay. I kinda liked what you were saying." The last sentence was meant to be playful and Jungkook catches on, as his lips lift into a smirk.

Walking closer to you,hands in his pocket, and nose on yours. He whispers in question, "wanna make it come true?" You nod at him.

"I do."

~♥︎~

Part 2 here

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[writingquestionsanswered]

I was wondering, why does it feel like I can't write good original fiction or original characters, but my fanfiction is great (imo anyway, which I never feel for my original fiction)? In some senses, I get it, like I feel I really know the characters in other people's fiction after seeing them through their story, but like....ugh. It's really frustrating. Do I just not understand how to develop an original character? Am I overcomplicating things?

Fan-Fiction: Struggling with Writing Original Fiction Characters

All of the above... ♥

So, yes, you're probably overcomplicating things a bit, but also it actually is hard for a lot of writers to make the switch between writing canon characters and developing their own original characters. In other words, what you're experiencing isn't unusual and it's absolutely surmountable. :)

One of the things I love about fan-fiction for newer writers is it allows you to focus fully on the mechanics of writing without having to divert effort toward things like world building and character development. The problem with that, though, is once you make the switch from writing fan-fiction to writing original fiction, you might find that your world building and character development skills are lagging behind. It sounds like this might be the situation in your case.

This is why I think it's a great idea to experiment with writing OCs, or in other words "original characters" as part of your fan-fiction. You don't even have to post these stories if you don't want to--write them for yourself, for practice. But, creating an original character to join your favorite canon characters is a great way to get practice in character creation and development while still within the comfy zone of your fan-fiction. Just by virtue of having to exist in the canon world, you have a little bit of a template to follow as far as who this character can be and what they can do. But, you have some freedom with things like back story, internal conflict, and character arc. Writing OCs in fan-fiction helps you hone those skills and learn to create characters you love without tossing yourself into the deep end.

And, if you need practice with setting development/world building, you can do that within fan-fiction, too. Try moving the canon characters into a new time, world, or situation. For example, what if the characters of The Hunger Games were survivors of a modern day shipwreck in the South Pacific? Or, what if the characters from ACOTAR lived in a Dune-like world, with different planets and starships and great houses? In this scenario, you can focus more on world building and plot without having to worry as much about character design and development.

So... no matter what, the reality is you'll just have to be patient with yourself. Whether you choose to hone your character development skills through writing fan-fiction OCs, or whether you keep at it with original fiction characters, it's going to take some time for you to develop those skills. It will be frustrating because you'll know that these characters aren't hitting the mark you want them to, but that's also good, because knowing they're falling short means you can try to figure out why and what you can do to fix it.

And, if you need additional help, you can always visit my Character Development master list of posts.

I hope that helps!

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[myseungsunglove]

The Art of Meeting | Bc

Pairing: Chan x Reader 

Warnings: angst, fluff to wrap it up

Word Count: 5.4k (whoopsies)

Summary: the reader and Chan are meeting up after their unlikely connection via bubble and Instagram. The reader is heading to LA to meet Chan and the boys. Will this meeting be everything she hoped for or make matters more complicated than she imagined?

A/N: Part 3. For The Master of Flirting - This one really, really got away from me. Sometimes I include so much detail because I just feel like you NEED to know, you know? Anyway, I very much enjoyed writing this part, so I really hope you guys enjoy it. 

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「© September 3, 2023 by mysweethannie」

Saturday, August 19th 12:15 AM CST

Chan: *received video*

Hey there, beautiful. We are on the plane and about to head out. It’s a long flight, and I’m exhausted. I can’t believe I’m going to see you in a little over 12 hours. I’m literally on cloud 9 just thinking about getting to see you. 

“Is that our lovely y/n?” you hear Han’s voice in the background. 

“Did someone say y/n?” Seungmin quickly interjects. 

It’s not long before both boys' heads pop into the frame. Stupid, goofy grins plastered on their faces. 

“Oh my god, Y/n Hi! We’re gonna see you soon. Get excited because this is going to be the most exciting weekend of your life,” Han practically yells at the screen. 

Seungmin scoffs, a small smirk briefly appearing on his face. He always pretends to be annoyed with Han, but you know the opposite to be true. His eyes don’t lie. He is extremely fond and protective of Han. 

“Seriously, you’re so loud,” he says, shoving Han playfully. “Can’t wait to see you, y/n,” He waves a tiny little wave that makes your heart squeeze in your chest. Han leans up and kisses the camera before Chan can swat them both away. 

“Anyway,” Chan laughs, rolling his eyes playfully. “Seems I’m not the only one excited to see you,” he smiles fondly. “Maybe for different reasons, but still those two don’t shut up about you. Hell, I don’t either,” he laughs at himself. “Now I’m just rambling, but I just wanted to let you know we boarded and are heading out. I know you probably won’t be up for a few hours, or at least I hope you took my advice and got some rest. I’ll text you when we land. Our flights are scheduled to arrive pretty close together, so I’ll see you at LAX,” he smiles at the camera, his eyes becoming tiny slits. 

“Byeom, darlin’” 

The video ends there and you smile contentedly at your phone. You watch the video over again, laughing at the interruption of Han and Seungmin, your heartbeat quickening when Chan admits that he can’t stop talking about you and is excited to see you. You type out a quick response, hoping you’ll catch him before his phone is put on airplane mode. 

Y/N: I’m so nervous and excited, I can hardly sleep. Though, I am getting a little tired now that I know you’re headed out. I can’t wait to see you. I’m not sure words can even explain how I’m feeling if I’m being honest. 

Chan: I was hoping you’d be asleep, but I get it. I’m gonna have to take something to make me sleep. Ah, they’re telling us to prepare for take off. I gotta go. Please get some sleep, baby girl. It’s gonna be busy once we’re in LA, trust me. My life is kind of crazy. See you soon, y/n

Y/N: I’m not sure how one misses someone they haven’t actually met, but Channie, I miss you. 

Chan: I know exactly what you mean. I miss you more, baby girl. 

Y/N: Travel safe, Channie. G’night babe. 

Chan: G’day, darlin’

You lock your phone, switch it over to silent and place it on the wireless charger. Sleep suddenly feels imminent now that you know the boys are about to be in the air. You smile to yourself as you roll over and cuddle up to your body pillow to fall asleep. 

August 19th 4:30 AM CST

Morning comes much more quickly than you anticipate. You wake with a jolt at 4:30 AM. Whoever is taking you to the airport is due to be at your house at 5:30 sharp. You peel yourself out of bed and drag yourself into the bathroom to go through some kind of morning routine. You debate on whether you are going to travel cozy and casual or dress up and actually put on makeup. You settle for something in between the two, a simple tinted moisturizer, a light powder, and some mascara. You have pretty healthy skin and it is glowing this morning despite your complete lack of sleep. Your freckles, one of your more charming features, dance across your round cheeks. Chan has mentioned absolutely loving them, so you decide to let them shine today. 

Your outfit isn’t complicated. You don’t want to look like you are going on a business trip but equally so you don’t want to look like a bum either. It is hot as hell at home, so you grab a purple sundress with white flowers on it and throw on your favorite pair of cons. 

You slip on your jewelry, a simple diamond pendant necklace, a few low statement rings, and your earrings. You assess yourself in the mirror and figure you are about as ready as you’re going to be. Your hair is short, so a little spray and a few tossles here and there do the trick. You look at the clock and it’s near 5:00, so you move to refill your water bottle and double check your luggage. You are a meticulous planner, so the likelihood you are forgetting anything with all the lists you have made is slim to none, but it doesn’t stop you from triple checking everything. 

Your phone rings at 5:30 on the dot, the person accompanying you on your journey arriving at your door right on time. You swing it open and are immediately greeted by a warm smile and a small Korean woman who looks to be about ten years older than you. 

“Y/n?” she asks. 

“Yeah that’s me,” you bow and reach out a hand to shake hers all at the same time, so nervous about the day ahead. She laughs softly and it’s a pleasant sound that calms you in an unexpected way. 

“I’m Lee Jia. It’s nice to finally meet you. Chan speaks of you with the highest regard,” she smiles and bows. 

You blush. “It’s lovely to meet you. Come in, I’ll grab my things,” you say as you usher her in. Lovely to meet you, you ask yourself. Who even are you right now, y/n? A nervous fucking wreck, that’s who. 

You scurry off to gather your things and you return to see Jia standing in your entry, looking down at her phone. 

“Ready,” you breathe. 

“Shall we?” she asks as you pull open your front door. She leads the way to the car and you’re off. The ride to the airport flies by. When you arrive at the airport, a large Korean man joins your little entourage. He introduces himself as Seok-Jin. He explains that he is your bodyguard and gives you a quick rundown of what to expect. Before you know it, you’re in line to board the plane after clearing security. 

“We can chat more on the plane,” Seok-Jin explains, “but essentially, I say, you do. Your safety may depend on that specific instruction especially once we are in LA.” 

You hadn’t even considered this side of your meeting. And suddenly you are starkly reminded that Bang Chan is in fact a world wide superstar. Internationally known. He doesn’t get to just exist like a normal person, and you’re hit with the fact that, from this point on, you may not either depending on the outcome of this trip. 

“Of course. You say, I do. Got it,” you repeat back to him. He gives you a small nod as you move through to board the plane. Chan had booked first class seats and that experience alone is shocking. You settle into your seat, both Jia and Seok-Jin close by, pull out your headphones and open up your phone. You type out a quick message to Chan even though you know he is currently somewhere over the Pacific Ocean. 

Y/n: Settled and about to take off. 

*picture sent* in the photo you have your eyes closed and your face scrunched up in a cute closed lipped smile. You hold up a peace sign feeling like a goober. 

Y/n: Guess I’ll see you in about 4 hours. I can’t believe this is real. 

You turn your phone on airplane mode, listening to the preflight instructions before take off. You look at your watch. 8:20 Everything is going off without a hitch and that makes you a little nervous but you try not to dwell on or overthink it. Things are allowed to go your way, you tell yourself. 

You stick in your headphones and turn on your music, Chan’s soft voice lulling you to sleep as you close your eyes and settle in for the flight. 

August 19th 11:00 AM PST

The flight is uneventful. You sleep most of the three and a half hour journey. Changing time zones always throws you for a loop, but with the difference only being two hours, you’d adjust easily enough. Easier than the boys would for sure. 

“The boys’ flight just landed,” Jia tells you quietly as the two of you settle at a table outside Urth Caffe & Bar. It’s located close to the terminal the boys will be arriving at. You can tell because the amount of people with cameras around is insane. Some of the people are from News Outlets, but others are just regular people, probably STAYS excited to see the boys arrive in LA.

You order a Green Tea Americano, in desperate need of some caffeine. You run to the bathroom while Jia waits at your table for your order. Seok-Jin accompanies you to the restroom, but waits a respectable distance away from the entry. It feels so weird to have someone right there watching every move you make. 

You take a few minutes to compose yourself in the mirror of the bathroom, giving yourself a little pep talk. You are about to meet someone you never expected to meet. Bang Chan still felt a little bit like a fictional character. Your brain can’t fully comprehend that you are about to actually meet him. Not only that, you are going to meet all of Stray Kids. You had formed a quick bond with Han and Seungmin, but your interactions with the other boys had been minimal thus far. That was all about to change. 

“You can do this you idiot,” you tell yourself in the mirror. “He’s just a guy. At the end of the day, he wants normal as much as you do,” you remind yourself. With that, you straighten your hair and dress one last time and exit the bathroom. 

Seok-Jin leads you back to the table where Jia is seated. Your drink is sitting on the table and you snatch it up, eager to have that rush of adrenaline in your veins that the caffeine will provide. 

“Okay, so the boys are clearing security now,” Jia starts.

You stare at her, your mouth agape. 

“Wait, already?” you ask, a slight panic in your voice. 

Jia smiles softly at you and it’s reassuring as you will your heart to slow down. 

“Already,” she confirms. “Your luggage is already on its way to the hotel. Now we just need to go meet up with them. Chan insisted that you would be riding with them from the airport to the hotel, despite my advice.”

“Your advice?” you ask.

“I’m not sure it’s the best idea for your first meeting to be here. I swear he forgets the level of his notoriety sometimes,” she sighs and you can tell she is a little exasperated. “They all do.” 

“Ah,” you nod in understanding. “That he does. Should we just go ahead to the hotel?” you ask, suddenly doubting the plan to meet with Chan here. 

Jia shakes her head. 

“We’ve got everything figured out as best as we can,” she assures you. “Seok-Jin will be right there. If he says…” 

“I do,” you answer with Jia. 

“Exactly,” she smiles. “Let’s move. We are going to head to the meeting place. We will basically meet up with them. There won’t be time for a grand meeting. Essentially, we will simply walk up and join the group. We will head to the cars from there,” she tells you. 

“Got it,” you nod nervously. 

You both stand, Seok-Jin close behind as you throw your cross body bag over your shoulder. You take a deep breath. You can feel your anxiety bubbling up as you take a step forward. There are so many things you hadn’t accounted for. So many factors you hadn’t considered. You briefly feel a little foolish for rushing into all of this, but there is no turning back. Not now. 

The three of you cover a lot of ground fairly quickly and suddenly you are rounding the corner. The noise of the crowd hits you before you actually see it. It feels like there are hundreds of people around you. They aren’t there for you, though, you remind yourself, though that doesn’t entirely help ease your anxiety. But you have a guard. You’ll be fine, y/n you tell yourself. 

“Oh my god, is that her?” you hear someone say, and you turn to look at whoever the voice is mentioning. You don’t stop moving, but when you look, you realize that the eyes are on you. That isn’t right. No one should be looking at you. 

“It is her!” someone else says, and suddenly it feels like the wolves are descending. There is a swarm of people closing in on you. They are shouting questions and pointing cameras in your face. Seok-Jin’s hand is on your back, his other on your arm as he shields you from the crowd, but he is just one person. It feels like the walls are closing in and you instantly feel like you can’t breathe. 

“Y/N! Y/N! Are you working on a collaboration with Stray Kids?” someone shouts from not far enough away. “Do you have plans to showcase your singing soon?” Another shouts. Your head is spinning. How did these people know your name? Why were they talking about your singing? You can feel your chest collapsing in on itself as you become so overwhelmed you aren’t sure you can keep going. 

You haven’t remotely paid attention to where Jia and Seok-Jin are leading you. At this point, meeting up with the guys is the last thing on your mind. You just want to get into a car and drive away from this chaos. Your breathing is quick and you stop, clutching your chest, trying to will yourself to keep breathing. You had not anticipated any of this. 

It’s then that you suddenly feel a pair of strong arms wrap around you, pulling you into their body. The person is too short to be Seok-Jin. 

“Y/N, I’m here. It’s okay.” 

He strokes your hair and gently kisses the side of your forehead. “We’ve gotta move, baby girl,” he whispers in your ear and suddenly you realize it's Chan. You are wrapped up in Chan’s arms and that’s all the strength you need to move again. You don’t know where he had come from or how he knew anything was wrong, but the two of you move together and head for the door which is much closer than you realize. 

What you hadn’t realized was that Jia had been communicating with Chan’s team the second things went south and people started recognizing you. She had been trying to get to the bottom of why anyone even remotely knew who you were to begin with. Chan had been filled in and demanded that he move ahead of the group to come to you. 

Chan’s arms are wrapped protectively around you as your group of five; you, Chan, Jia, Seok-Jin and Chan’s bodyguard, suddenly becomes a much larger group. You haven’t looked up at Chan yet because you are surrounded by people and completely overwhelmed. You finally take a chance to pay attention to your surroundings and you realize that the rest of the group has joined you. The crowd of people now feels further away as there were many people surrounding you and the boys. You take a deep breath and scan the faces. 

Your eyes meet a pair of round hazelnut eyes and he smiles, giving you a tiny wave. His eyes squint up almost closing completely, and even though you can’t see his smile because of the face mask, you know the person is smiling brightly at you. 

“Seungmin,” you breathe. 

You step outside the doors and the bright LA sun hits you along with a nice breeze and you take another deep breath. You feel as though it’s the first time you’ve breathed since you left the caffe. 

Chan’s guard rushes ahead of you and opens the door to an SUV. Chan’s hand is resting on the small of your back. 

“You first, darlin’” he says, guiding you into the car and following quickly behind you. The two of you settle in the back seat and Han and Seungmin jump in the seats ahead of you which are facing backwards so that you are all facing each other. You toss off your cross body bag, and let your head fall against the headrest behind you.  

“Oh my god,” you whisper, your breath coming out in a shutter as you run your fingers through your short hair. 

Chan places a firm hand on your bare thigh and squeezes lightly. 

“Are you okay?” he asks. You can hear the worry in his voice. “I don’t know what happened,” he says, speaking to the situation back in the airport. 

For the first time you look up and your eyes meet Chan’s. He has a soft, concerned smile on his face, his hand staying firmling on your thigh as his round eyes hold your gaze. His skin on your skin is enough to send a thrill through you despite everything that has transpired in the last twenty minutes.

“I’m okay now,” you chuckle a little. “Hi,” you add, not knowing what else to say. 

He laughs then with his entire body, his head thrown back at the gesture. 

“G’day darlin’” he smiles. 

You grab his hand that is still resting on your leg and squeeze it. He turns it over and interlaces his large fingers with yours. His eyes never leave yours except for the brief moment they dart down to glance at your lips. You can feel the heat rising in your chest at that small action. 

“I don’t know what happened,” he repeats again. “I don’t know how anyone even remotely knows who you are or that you are connected to us in any way,” he says. 

“I don’t know,” you echo. 

Just then Han looks up, a nervous look on his face. He’d been fiddling with a rip in his jeans the entire time you had been in the car. 

“I might know what happened. Shit, I’m such an idiot,” he mutters, looking away from you both, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. 

“Han-ah?” Chan looks at him questioningly. 

“I may have posted that clip of y/n singing Iris to our instagram story before we took off,” Han admits, his head falling into his hands. 

Seungmin clears his throat. 

“And I may have mentioned something in a story post after it about meeting you in LA and not being able to wait until I got to work with you in person,” Seungmin groaned, mimicking Han’s motion, putting his head in both of his hands. If it wasn’t so sad to see them beating themselves up, the gesture would have been cute. 

“Oh,” you breathe out. Suddenly you’re laughing. It’s a little bit panicked, a little bit relieved, a lot of bit manic. “You guys are kind of idiots,” you tease as you pull your hand away from Chan’s to rub your hands over your face. “I was so not prepared for this. For any of this,” you admit looking at all three of them. 

“God, I’m so sorry,” Han half sobs. You can see that he is absolutely beating himself up. Seungmin is quiet and you realize that he is crying. 

“This is all my fault,” Seungmin manages, stuttering out his words before looking away. 

You glance at Chan, a desperate look on your face at the despair of your new friends. Chan’s face is unreadable, but you can tell from his body language that he is frustrated. You on the other hand just want to comfort Han and Seungmin. 

“Hey,” you say softly, reaching across you and putting a hand on Seungmin’s leg. “It’s okay. We made it through,” you smile reassuringly. 

Han reaches out and squeezes your hand that is resting on top of Seungmin’s leg, placing his other hand on the shoulder of his friend, rubbing gently.  

“You guys were excited. Hell, I was too. It could have easily been me,” you tell them. 

“Except you don’t have millions of followers like us,” Han groans. 

“Yeah, except that,” you admit. 

“Actually,” Chan speaks for the first time in a while. “Might better check your Instagram.” 

You grab your phone, open Instagram, and have thousands of requests to follow your account. Thousands. Your message requests are practically overflowing. 

“Oh my god,” you whisper, your small hand clapping over your mouth as you sit up and pull away from Han and Seungmin.  

“Looks like the video was screen recorded and shared a shit ton before anyone on our end realized it was on our story,” Chan says scrolling on his phone. “Look,” he says, scooting closer to you, your legs pressed firmly together.

“Holy shit,” you breathe as Chan scrolls through countless posts, all about you. STAYS had quickly shared your video, most of the feedback fairly positive to your singing. They had also put on their mega detective hats and found your private Instagram handle and shared it far and wide. “I can’t believe this,” you admit. 

“We’ll figure it out,” Chan smiles at you. “Together, yeah?” 

You look up, meeting his eyes and practically melt. The frustration that was there before is now replaced with determination. You’re fascinated by how quickly he can mask his feelings in order to deal with a problem. You admire it, but it also concerns you a little bit. 

“I mean, you deserve all this attention. I just wish you had been able to brace yourself for it,” Chan adds. “Obviously we aren’t the only ones who think you’re incredible.” 

You click off your phone, no longer able to look through all the posts. You’re incredibly overwhelmed and so unsure how to handle yourself. You’ve only just arrived in LA and it feels like your entire life has already been turned upside down. You slide the phone into your bag on the floor and bring your hands to rest on your legs as they ball up in small fists. Your knuckles crack at the movement, and suddenly Chan is reaching out and grabbing your hands once more. 

“It’ll be okay. I promise,” he says, holding both your hands in his, his thumb rubbing the top of your hand in a soothing motion. He has moved so that one leg is resting up on the seat between the two of you, the other resting on the floor. 

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep,” you say before you can stop yourself. 

Chan drops both of your hands and moves them so that he is gently caressing your face. A small tear trails down your cheek and he gently wipes it away. He closes the space between you. 

“I will always protect you,” he whispers, his breath now warm against your lips. His eyes search yours for permission and you don’t pull away. He takes that as a positive sign, and closes the distance that remains between you. 

His mouth meets yours in a tender, hesitant kiss. His lips are soft and full. He tastes like sweet mint and smells like fall. The kiss is short, yet surprisingly intimate for a first kiss. 

“Always,” he murmurs against you and you are chasing after his lips at those words, this time the two of you meeting in a much more desperate kiss. Your hands drape around his neck as he tilts your head slightly, his fingers dancing along the nape of your neck. Your head is spinning again, but this time in the best way possible. You knew the two of you were connected, but you couldn’t have possibly imagined any of this. 

“I think we’re almost to the hotel,” Seungmin meekly whispers. 

You and Chan are reminded then that you are not alone and pull away from each other hesitantly. You’ve never felt this immediately bonded with someone before and it’s a little overwhelming. 

“Okay, good,” Chan chuckles, moving to sit up properly in the seat again, his hand finding yours once more. “Guys, we’ll all figure this out. Don’t beat yourselves up, yeah?” he assures the two younger boys across from him. “We’ve got a busy couple of days ahead of us. We’ll come up with a game plan,” Chan says, looking at all three of you. “I’m sure Jia is already working through it all.” 

“She is,” Jia chimes in from the front seat and you all chuckle. None of you realized she had joined the four of you in the car. “Everyone can get settled in at the hotel, rest up and then we can all meet to talk about logistics.” 

“All meet?” you question. 

“Yes, all 9 of you. Everyone needs to be on the same page,” Jia says and turns back around in her seat. 

You had completely forgotten about the other members that weren’t currently in the car with you. This would likely affect all of them in some way, and you could feel your nerves creeping back in once more. 

“We’ll be fine,” Chan says beside you as if he knows the thoughts running wild in your head. He squeezes your hand reassuringly. “We always are.” 

You chuckle nervously as the car comes to a stop. Someone comes out to the car with key cards for your rooms and Jia passes them out quickly. With that, the four of you retreat from the small cramped space and step back out into the sunlight. It seems that people don’t know where the boys are staying because there aren’t throngs of people waiting here for them. As if Chan can read your mind he speaks. 

“Our hotel is always a safe haven. No one will bother us here,” he says with a confident smile. You walk into the hotel and it’s beautiful. Chan leads you to the elevator, pressing the top floor and entering it with you, Han, and Seungmin. Your car arrived before the others, so you have yet to lay eyes on the rest of the members of Stray Kids at this point. 

The bell of the elevator dings and you all step out of the small space. Your room is the last one on the hall, past all of the boys’ rooms. As Han and Seungmin depart, murmuring their apologies once again, and you realize that you are situated across the hall from Han and Seungmin, their rooms adjoined by a door inside. 

Chan opens the door of his room and pulls you in behind him. You notice a door inside other than the bathroom door and closet door and realize then that your rooms must be joined as well. In fact, the door is open. 

“That room is yours,” he says with a smile, gesturing to the open door. “I didn’t want to have to be caught in the hallway every time I wanted to come see you, so I figured requesting a set up like this would be easier,” he admitted sheepishly. 

“Smart,” you chuckle. 

You walk into your room and see that your luggage is all safely there, just as Jia assured you it would be. You throw your cross body bag on an empty chair and retreat into the bathroom. You take one look at yourself in the mirror and realize what a mess you look like. You glance down at your watch and it reads 1:00 pm. You hadn’t realized so much time had passed from getting off the plane, the whole airport disaster, and the car ride to the hotel. Traffic must have really been crazy, but you were so caught up in your own world with the boys, you had had no time to notice anything like that. 

You wet a hand towel down with cold water and dab your face gently. You decide that you can refresh your makeup later, after you’ve rested. You use the bathroom and exit the room. You immediately notice Chan laying on the edge of your king size bed, an arm draped over his eyes. 

“Are you as tired as I am?” you ask as you sit down gently beside him. 

He chuckles and it's a low pleasant sound that sends a thrill through you. Sitting here with him feels so natural. Like it’s something you’ve done hundreds of times. It feels safe. 

“That’s the understatement of the century,” he says as he moves his arm away from his face and softly smiles up at you. 

You suddenly stand, holding out your hand to him. 

“Then I propose a nap,” you say, offering your hand to him. He takes it without hesitation and stands, his free hand landing on your hip and pulling you close to him. 

“That’s a proposal I don’t think I could possibly refuse,” he smiles down at you and damn it if you don’t go completely weak in the knees as his eyes lock with yours. You can see that he wants to kiss you again, but he hesitates this time. Something about being in a hotel room makes a kiss feel much more intimate and you both know you aren’t ready for where that could lead. Not after a day like today. 

“I’m gonna change real quick. I don’t want to sleep in my travel clothes,” he laughs and steps away and back into his room. 

“You’re too right,” you agree, moving to your luggage. 

You open it up and the urge to unpack everything like you usually do is strong, but you’re also completely exhausted. That type A OCD trait will have to wait, you tell yourself as you search for an oversized T and a pair of shorts. You find your shirt that reads, “President of the Big Tiddy Committee” on it and burst out laughing. You had entirely forgotten that you had packed this. You throw it on and slide on a pair of black shorts. 

You turn around, moving towards your bed and Chan is suddenly in the doorway between your rooms again. He is wearing a black tank top that sticks to him like his skin and a pair of loose black basketball shorts. 

Suddenly he laughs out loud, his head falling backward as he laughs with his entire body. 

“Oh my god,” he giggles, his hand going over his mouth. “Your shirt.” 

You look down at it with a proud smile, pulling it away from you and reading it as if you’re reading it for the first time. You shrug, a smirk spreading across your face as you look back at him. 

“Iconic, right?” you smile at him with a cocked eyebrow. 

“That’s one word for it,” he laughs, shaking his head at you. 

You wink at him and he blushes, a red tint spreading across his chest and face. 

You pull back the comforter on the bed and crawl in, turning on the lamp beside the bed and grabbing the remote that closes the curtains, pressing the button. The room goes practically dark as night despite the fact that it’s 1:30 in the afternoon. 

“You coming or what?” you ask, like you’ve done this with him a hundred times. 

“Yeah, okay,” Chan responds nervously, but doesn’t hesitate to crawl into the bed from the other side. He quickly scoots close to you and wraps his arms around you, pulling you close to his chest without hesitation. You melt into him and suddenly feel ten times more tired than you had just moments ago. You feel him sigh contentedly and you can’t help but look up at him. 

He is smiling down at you, his arm rubbing up and down your back gently. 

“This is gonna be the best nap I’ve ever had in my life, I can feel it,” he whispers, pressing his lips against your temple. 

“Hmm,” you hum in agreement and drift off to sleep, the chaos of the day on the back burner of your mind.

“Sweet dreams, darlin’” Chan whispers against your head before falling asleep too. You aren’t sure what you will have to face when you wake up, but in Chan’s arms, you feel like you can tackle just about any issue that comes your way. 

< Pt. 2: The Mystery of You |Pt. 4: The Complication of Life Connecting >

MoF Tags: @hoeinthehouse @drhsthl @chrizzlaptop @dna-black-and-blue @lynlyndoll @hufflepuffanddurinsdaughter @amararosesblog @flirtyskzbutterfly @spearb-99 @jascurka21 @colorguardlover14 @bangchansbiggestfeet08 @vxllxnsworld

#stray kids #stray kids x reader #bang chan x reader #Bang Chan Series #the master of flirting series #Bang Chan Fluff #Bang Chan Fanfiction

[lowkeyrobin]

can we get a phoebe spengler dating and/or friendship hcs please im starving out here 🫶🏼🫶🏼

oooo yeah sure!! I apologize if this ends up being kinda short 😔🙏 ; thanks for requesting and I hope you enjoy!!

PHOEBE SPENGLER ; dating hcs

summary ; dating stuff with phoebe

warnings ; language

disclaimers ; I'm not a professional when it comes to autism (because it's like 50/50 canon) so please give me feedback if any of the traits or anything in general is wrong for phoebe and if I should change it!! the sources I used don't seem like they're written by autistic people themselves but I'm putting my trust into these psychologists

word count ; 471

masterlist

she caught your eye with those horrible dad jokes of hers

it was the effort and thought that counted

tried using a science fact to reel you in but you were already head over heels 😭😭

you were just like "can I please take you out to do something fun? just us? please?"

she's like "...sure?" like she hasn't had a crush on you for the past solid 15 minutes from across the room

she talks about it to her mom, and she's all excited for her and she just doesn't understand the hype

baby's first date because trevor lives a double life around callie 💯

callie actually takes pictures 😭 and phoebe is just wearing a casual outfit like?? this isn't a fancy occasion mom

she's literally so scared but doesn't really know how to feel

you find it cute and endearing 💔

once you actually start dating, she's still very nervous around you because she's not trying to drive you away

she's obsessed with you though, you're actually perfect in her eyes and she'll do anything to prove that to you (vice versa as well 🫶)

she just stares at you sometimes and it's the cutest thing ever, like whole ass loses focus on whatever she's doing just to look at you. whether you're just chilling across the room or laughing and talking with podcast, she can't take her eyes off of you

she'll ramble about whatever she's fixated on / her special interest at the most random times, it's adorable

trevor will just see her staring at you while you're busy fixing something and be there like "stop staring" and without loosening her gaze on you, will reply "I can't help it"

he's mad she found actual love before him 😭 /hj

she'll hang on to anything and everything you seem to have an interest in

she seems like the type to make one of those pages long essays about how much she l-words you and mail it to you because she's too scared to give it to you herself

she's genuinley head over heels, there is no honeymoon phase that is just how she is

will proudly ramble about her ghostbuster duties to you whenever she can

loves taking walks with you even if it's just in silence

will 100% show you how everything in the proton packs and traps work

she'll have late night theories and scientific ideas and text you to not forget and just to let you know, even if you're asleep

"y/n I have an idea" "hit me"

you're her biggest fan

you made her a little "I got arrested" pin after she did actually get in trouble with stuff LMAO

she got you a little ghostbuster patch because you didn't want to really join them, but she can't help but wanna make you feel included

you, her, and Podcast are seriously an unbreakable trio

#lowkeyrobin #ghostbusters frozen empire #ghostbusters afterlife #ghostbusters x reader #phoebe spengler x reader #phoebe spengler #gender neutral reader #gn reader #they/them reader #gn! reader #dating headcanons

[amerricanartwork]

hey, just wanted to say you’re a huge inspo for me and i adore your work! your arts so nostalgic and comforting for me, reminds me so much of older animated movies and cartoons… if someone were to make an animated rain world cartoon i would immediately think you as the perfect fit for it tbh

Awww, thank you so much! you don't know how happy I was to read this!

Seriously, it's so good to hear that my art reminds you of old animated content! I take tons of inspiration from older films — particularly the first set of Disney's feature-length films — in everything from the concept art and sketches to model sheets and production art, to their methods of storytelling and the themes and messages they express. It's not just fun and entertaining, but oftentimes masterfully beautiful in ways that I feel few artists have captured since. I've said this before, but I do hope to work on published animated stories someday, and every time I hear feedback like this it makes me feel as though that dream of making art just as beautiful is actually coming into reach more and more!

And, funny you mention an "animated rain world cartoon", because I don't just take inspiration from these older works, but I actually have gotten in the habit of imagining my ideas in similar ways! I love that slightly exaggerated, or even cliche expressiveness of cartoon characters and love depicting the ones I draw like that too, I enjoy drawing in simple comic-esque format as well as paintings to better sell that cartoon vibe, most of my current voice headcanons for the RW cast are derived from cartoon characters, and in general I tend to imagine scenes as if they're actually animated and playing out on a screen.

So what I'm trying to say is that this is far from the first time I've imagined hypothetical animated Rain World cartoons, so that's probably another reason why my art comes off that way. And if anyone's thinking about making legitimate RW cartoons, I certainly would love to be a part of one should I get the chance, at least as a concept artist!

#inbox #ask #inspiration #art #rain world #quetzalli answers #oc: quetzalli

[dearlyjoonie]

New Books | KNJ

Pairing: booklover!namjoon x bookshop worker!reader

Genre: college au / non-idol au / romance / strangers to lovers / fluff

Warnings: fluff, meet-cute, first date, they're both book nerds, both are obsessed with each other actually (!!!), possible book spoilers kinda??

Word count: 2k

Synopsis: you catch feelings for a customer at the bookstore <3

author's note!: my first one-shot! i have been so unsure about writing one-shots, but i thought i'd give it my best shot. this was more or less just writing practice for me, but i honestly got this idea because it's something that i have always wanted to happen to me LOL (meeting a cute boy at a bookstore?!? c'mon!! a girl can dream...). i included some of joonie's favorite books in this... iykyk. i was also inspired by this specific prompt i saw. i honestly love these characters so much, im already attached to them lol cause wtf!! they are so adorable. i aplologize if the ending seems a bit rushed, i was trying to avoid a high word count and just cut to the chase. also, what is my thing with writing bookish characters? anyway, i hope you enjoy & as always feedback is appreciated! 💗

The time is nearing 8pm, and you’re anxiously awaiting for your shift at the bookstore to be over so you can get back to your dorm and work on some homework. You picked up a part-time job at the bookstore at your university for the chance to make some extra money while still attending school.

“You doing anything tonight?” Your coworker asks you, while the two of you clean up and get ready to close the registers.

You nod, then reply with a chuckle. “Yeah, studying.”

It was pretty much all you did most of the time. Afterall, being a law-student wasn’t exactly easy.

“Again?” She sighs, as she straightens up a display in front of the register. “You did that last night too.”

“Sorry,” You laugh. “I can’t help it that I always have homework. It’s kinda part of you know… school. You’d know that if you didn’t skip multiple times a week.” You retort.

She rolls her eyes and laughs, then goes to say something back but is cut off when the door opens and a customer enters. You both turn to watch as the boy enters and starts to browse the shelves, seemingly unaware that the store is closing soon.

“Ugh seriously…” She sighs, irritated. “Who comes in a half-hour before closing to shop around?”

“Maybe he doesn’t know.” You shrug.

“It’s posted right on the door,” She replies. “He obviously just refused to read it.”

“Relax,” You chuckle, as you make to leave from behind the register. “I’ll see if I can get him to leave.”

You walk the aisles, trying to find him, before you spot him in the classics section.

“Just so you know,” You announce as you approach him. “We close in 30 minutes.”

“I know, I’m sorry,” He apologizes, even though he doesn’t have to. “I’ll be quick, I promise.”

He turns to face you, which allows you to get a better look at him. 

Shit. He’s cute.

He’s dressed casually — jeans and a sweatshirt, which is similar to probably what you’d be wearing if you weren’t working, but he just looks effortlessly attractive, along with his glasses resting on the bridge of his nose and book bag slung over his shoulder. 

Your eyes drop to the books he has in his hand, and you recognize some familiar books you’ve read before as well.

“You have good taste.” You smirk as you nod towards the stack of books in his hand.

His gaze follows, and he suddenly appears shy that you noticed his book choices.

“I’ve read this one before,” He states as he lifts up the copy of 1984 that he had in his hand. “I liked it a lot but I never actually owned a copy of it. Funny isn’t it?” He smiles.

He has dimples.

“I never liked that one that much, if I’m being honest. I can’t say I’m that much of a fan of Orwell’s work.” You smile. “I always preferred Jane Austen or Louisa May Alcott. But either way, if I liked the book or not, I always thought that the classics deserved to be read.”

You pause with a laugh.

“That is, of course if I don’t get bored one chapter in.”

He smiles at your humor.

“What else have you read?” He asks, as he seems interested now in your taste in books.

“Well, lately all I have been reading is romance, so I doubt you’d be interested in that.” You laugh. “But, recently I read The Alchemist, I thought that one was pretty good.”

“Oh really?” His expression lights up. “My roommate loves that book, it’s his favorite.”

You smile back at him.

“I’ve been in here quite a few times, I’ve never seen you before.” He adds.

“I just started working here a few months ago,” You say. “I just work here a couple days for some extra money while I go to school, and I read a lot of books; so it’s fun for me.” He nods.

“Probably not good though, considering I just spend more and more money on books.” You both laugh.

“I better get going,” He checks his watch, realizing the time. “…Before you kick me out. I swear, I would’ve been here earlier, but my class ran late so I didn’t get a chance to.”

“Don’t worry about it, you’re just cutting into my big night of studying, that’s all.” You sarcastically remark.

You watch him as he suddenly sets the books he once had in his hands, back down on the shelf.

“I thought you wanted to buy those?” You eye him, confused.

“No, I’ll come back,” He smirks as he adjusts his book bag over his shoulder. “Gives me another excuse to, anyway.”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。

“Hey,” You greet your coworker with a smile as you come in for your shift. You shove your bag and iced coffee behind the counter, having just come from class. “How’s it been today?”

“Not too busy, I’ve just spent most of the time stocking,” She says as she straightens up, trying to look busy, making you chuckle at her.

“He’s here again, by the way.”

“Who?” You’re confused, at first you don’t know who she’s talking about.

“The guy from last night. He came in again.” She continues, as you suddenly feel excitement wash over you. She smirks at you as she realizes.

“Y/n, what happened with the two of you last night?”

You shake your head, even though there’s no denying the blush that forms on your cheeks.

“Nothing, we just talked. But he was cute. and we have similar taste in books.”

“I think he’s still here, he came in not long before you.” She says. “Go find him and talk to him.” She urges you on.

“I don’t even know his name!” You say, then laugh. “What am I going to even say?”

“Don’t think about it so hard, just go!” She smiles, then jokingly shoves you away.

You start making your way down one of the aisles, the you turn the corner to enter the next one over when you’re stopped short & bump into somebody.

A small pile of books fall to the floor, and you immediately bend down to pick them up for the poor person you just collided with.

“I’m so sorry!” You apologize, then nervously laugh. “That’s my own fault for walking too fast. I wasn’t looking.” 

“That’s okay,” The person chuckles, now bending down across from you to help you. “It’s not too often that I’m not the clumsy one.”

That voice.

You look up at the person in front of you and realize you do recognize that voice, it’s the boy from last night. 

He looks just as good as he did last night, only this time he’s not wearing his glasses.

“I was hoping you’d be here, I didn’t see you when I came in.”

“Yeah, I can make quite the appearance can’t I,” You laugh, handing him the books you gathered off the floor. “I was hoping to properly introduce myself but it looks like that isn’t happening. I’m y/n." You introduce yourself.

“Namjoon,” He smiles, then he appears shy as he hesitates to ask you the next question. “Listen…I was wondering maybe if you wanted to do something later? I’d like to talk to you more, hopefully when you’re not working.” He laughs slightly.

You nod and keep your composure even though you literally feel like your heart is going to pound out of your chest any second.

Oh my god. Oh my god. 

“Yeah, I would like that. I get off at 7.” You reply. “I’ll see if my friend can close up for me.” 

Namjoon nods, “I’ll come back here around 7 to pick you up. You like coffee?”

“Love it.”

“Perfect,” Namjoon smiles at you. “I’ll see you later.” 

You wave goodbye to him and immediately leave to find your coworker and tell her you had to leave a little early, and you find her stocking a shelf.

“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god…” You say aloud as you make your way over to her.

“What happened?” She asks, shoving a small stack of books on a shelf.

“He just asked me out tonight,” You’re beaming, “I can’t believe it.”

“Y/n!” She turns to face you. “You’re supposed to close with me, did you forget?”

“Yeah… about that… would you be able to do it alone tonight? It’s only 1 hour.” 

“Yeah, I’ll be fine.” She shrugs you off. “You know me, I can handle it.” 

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。

It’s exactly 7 o’clock when Namjoon comes back to the bookstore, and you’re practically at the door waiting for him when he arrives.

“You ready to go?” Namjoon asks when he enters, and he laughs when he notices that you were pacing by the door.

“Yeah, let me grab my things.” You reply, then briefly walk away to grab your purse.

“Have fun,” Your coworker says to you as you go behind the counter to grab your bag. “I want all the details when you get back.” She smirks.

You roll your eyes and laugh.

“Of course.” You sarcastically reply. “If you need help with anything tonight just text me, I’ll try to be of help as best as I can.” 

“I’ll be fine!” She insists. “Just don’t bore him to death and talk about just books, okay?” 

“Shut up!” You smile. “Bye.” 

You leave her and go back over to Namjoon, who is patiently waiting for you.

“Where are we going?” You ask him as he opens the door for you to exit first, and he follows behind you.

“There’s a coffee shop not far down the street,” He replies. “We can just walk there, it’s just a few minutes.”

You arrive at the coffee shop, taking your seats at a table seated by the window, a spot Namjoon claimed to be his favorite.

“I’ll order our drinks,” Namjoon says, as he pulls out your chair for you to allow you to sit down. 

What a gentleman.

“What do you like to drink?”

“Iced americano is my favorite.” You reply.

He smiles. “I’ll be right back.”

Namjoon comes back minutes later, both drinks in his hands and sets them down on the table, taking a seat across from you at your table.

You don’t see him watching you at first because you're momentarily rummaging through your bag to find your chapstick that seems to get lost in there. You glance up to notice him.

“Thank you,” You nod towards the iced americano he placed in front of you, then laugh. “Sorry I was looking for my stupid chapstick, everything seems to get lost in here. It doesn't help that I carry so much shit with me at all times.” You open your bag to him, so he can see it’s full, but his eyes zero in on something else.

“You carry a book with you everywhere?” Namjoon questions, curious.

“Yeah,” You laugh despite yourself, taking it out of your bag. “Normally I just have it to read to kill some time between classes or when work is slow.”

“You figured there’d be lot’s of down time for some reading tonight?” Namjoon jokes, then takes the book out of your hand to get a better look at it.

“I’ve read this one before.” He examines the cover.

“You’ve read Me Before You?” You ask him. “I’m kind of surprised.”

“Why?” Namjoon asks, confused, brows furrowed as he takes a sip of his coffee.

“I just didn’t think that guys read books like these, it's pretty romance-y if you ask me,” you continue. “A girl getting a job as a sort of ‘caretaker’ to show a quadriplegic that despite his handicap that life is still worth living when he doesn’t believe it to be, then she falls in love with him? Sorry, I just don’t see guys enjoying that type of book.” You smirk.

“In my defense, it’s considered fiction, not romance.” Namjoon laughs.

The evening progresses, and eventually you both decide to call it a night... especially considering you had an 8am class the next morning.

"Let me walk you to your car." Namjoon says, as the two of you exit the coffee shop.

"Joon, it's like ten feet from here." You laugh.

He smiles. It's your first date and you're already using a nickname for him. Something tells him this won't be the last time that he sees you.

"No I want to, c'mon." Namjoon insists, as he grabs your hand.

After whats about a 10 foot walk, you arrive at your car, your hands still interlocked together.

"I had fun tonight," You tell him, smiling at him. "Are you going to come by the store tomorrow? I'm working after class."

He nods, smiling back at you as his dimples appear.

"Yeah, I think I will."

He glances down for a moment at your hand, and chuckles a bit to himself when he realizes that you've started to fidget with his fingers that still remain in your grasp.

He looks back up at you, your eyes meeting again.

"I would very much like to kiss you." Namjoon blatantly states, his gaze falling to your lips briefly.

You nod. "Please."

It's the only word you can manage to get out before he's gripping you by your waist and pulling you closer to him, and his soft lips are on yours as he kisses you tentatively at first, but deepens once he feels your hand on his cheek, then your fingers threading through his long hair at the nape of his neck.

He pulls away, your faces still close to one another, and you're left nearly breathless, your heart beating so hard you're sure he can hear it.

"Goodnight y/n," Namjoon says, smiling again. "I'll see you tomorrow, okay?"

You nod. "Okay."

You notice him still smiling as he starts to leave, and you're left standing at your car, looking probably like a total idiot, smiling so hard your cheeks hurt.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。

Tags: @souryoong @gutchy @whoisbts @dearlyjun @moretwice @0anodite0 @jooniescaffe @annamsworldx

#bts fanfiction #bts namjoon #bts x reader #kim namjoon #namjoon x reader #namjoon fluff

[frozenjokes]

Mumbo Doesn’t HATE Furries, But He WILL NOT Go Back To Jail

Mumbo’s phone didn’t ring very often these days. He didn’t care at all to speak to much of anyone, far preferring to text, though he didn’t do much of that, either. These past couple years were lonely, certainly, but in more ways than one, loneliness was far less stressful than his prior alternative. There was peace in loneliness, in his one bedroom apartment, on his laptop, playing games and talking on forums. It was quiet. He liked quiet. He liked this.

When his phone did ring, 9/10 times it was a spam caller, so 10/10 times, Mumbo would end the call with deft fingers, hardly looking at the number. If someone really wanted to reach him, they’d call back. Though, this time, his phone did ring again, a rare and unwelcome occurrence, especially now, since Mumbo was quite focused on the game he was playing and didn’t particularly feel like stopping. So again he hung up, again without looking, huffing at his computer screen.

When it rang a third time, Mumbo groaned out loud, canceling the call before the first ring concluded. There was only one person who called more than twice in a row, and Mumbo did not want to talk to HotGuy. Mumbo didn’t actually want to talk to HotGuy ever, but that didn’t stop the superhero from calling him over and over until he picked up. A battle of wills, one Mumbo had yet to win because seriously, he could waste thirty more minutes ignoring HotGuy’s calls, but then that was thirty minutes of his time he was forced to think about HotGuy, and even if he turned his ringer off, he would still see HotGuy’s name calling when he looked down to check the time, and then he’d feel bad, his conviction would crumble, and he’d pick up, so really, might as well just get this over with.

On the fourth call, Mumbo eyed his phone with great ire, then promptly fell entirely out of his chair with a squeak.

That- That wasn’t HotGuy-

Mumbo scrambled to his feet, his desk chair ending up being a horrible choice to steady himself, and he toppled over as the wheels slid out from under him. Getting to his knees, he hit his head on the underside of his desk, and needed to lay on the floor for a second to recover before moving more slowly, carefully, on this treacherous journey to his phone. All this to say, he did not make it before the ringing ended automatically. Though, Mumbo didn’t even get far enough to pick up his phone before it rang a fifth time. Immediately, he answered.

“Grian! Goodness, you are persistent, aren’t you? Sorry I didn’t pick up right away- In the restroom I was, couldn’t answer the phone. Don’t feel bad though, about calling all those times I mean, it’s good for me, sometimes I don’t look-”

There was a lot of feedback from Grian’s end, the kind of sound Mumbo remembered well from times Grian would pick up the phone while flying. Mumbo always hated talking to him like this, unable to hear most words in lieu of the wind. Wasn’t Grian ever afraid of dropping his phone? “Mumbo!” Grian sounded out of breath, almost heaving, “I don’t feel bad.”

“Ah! Good then, that’s-”

“I want to catch up. It’s been awhile, hasn’t it, pal? I miss you. I want’ta catch up. Would that be fine? Was thinking about you lately. Sound good?” The noise came through sporadically, and predictably, Mumbo understood less than half of what was said. In the sky, Grian had two volumes; mumbled garbled nonsense, and LOUD, which would always make Mumbo flinch. He’d probably scold him over it if it hadn’t been so long since they’d talked. Boy, that was a little sad, wasn’t it.

“That sounds great. I’d love to. When-”

“What’s your address?” Grian’s voice came through so loudly over the wind, Mumbo couldn’t claim he hadn’t heard correctly. Even still, he wasn’t sure he had. Surely Grian hadn’t meant what Mumbo thought he meant.

“You- You want to meet now?”

“Yes. At your house. Right now.”

“Grian, it’s 11:30 at night!”

“Is that a problem?”

“I-” Mumbo shed a somewhat guilty glance at half empty coffee across his desk, mostly forgotten, but certainly not drunk at a reasonable time. Regardless, he and Grian knew he wasn’t sleeping anytime soon. “I guess not- wait.” Mumbo steeled himself, taking a firm breath, “You’re not running from the police or anything, are you? Because I told you, I’m done, retired, no more of this, and I won’t let you talk me into anything either, I’ll send you right on your way.”

“No! No, not that, promise. I wouldn’t, I wouldn’t.”

“There’s been some interesting stuff in the news about you lately. You sure? Not coming to recruit me, are you? I swear, if HotGuy sent you-”

“No! Mumbo, no! Please, I just need a friend.”

Mumbo took a step back, physically and mentally, closing his eyes. No need to go off on the man, not when they hadn’t talked in years. Grian had always been impulsive regardless, this wasn’t exactly out of character.

“Okay. I’ll text you.” Mumbo bit his lip, quite the bad habit given his sharp teeth. Was Grian okay? He sounded winded, but it was a little hard to tell, and flying could be pretty intense exercise.. Mumbo wasn’t sure. This just felt so odd.

“Be there soon.” Grian hung up as he finished the sentence, and Mumbo sighed, navigating to Grian’s contact to give him the address. But as he was hitting send, finger just about pressing the button, he got another call, accidentally accepting it at the same time he sent his text.

He didn’t even see the contact before the speaker exploded into noise, “MUMBO!” HotGuy wailed from the other end and Mumbo groaned, falling back in his desk chair with a hefty thump.

“What do you need.”

“Mumbo, I think I just made a huge mistake and I don’t know what to do! I-I met this guy, and I met him as HotGuy and my normal person identity, and he hates HotGuy but really likes normal person me, and tonight we just had this moment, y’know? He told me like every crime he’s ever committed and all about how he doesn’t feel crazy with all those alter egos and I was just like wow! I don’t want to feel crazy anymore. I want to be known! I want to be seen! So I took the mask off and told him exactly who I was and then he screamed and ran away and then I had a panic attack and I’m still kind of panicking, but I also don’t regret it?? I’m glad I did it! I’m glad he knows! I’m relieved!”

“Great, what’s the problem then, bud?”

“He screamed and ran away!”

“Could be worse.”

“I do not think it could be worse! Five minutes before that we were talking about being a polycule! Well. I was talking about it a little more than he was. It’s complicated. I don’t actually completely understand what’s happening here, but like, he’s kinda in love with his roommate, right, and I’m also a little in love with his roommate and we were going on dates and I think his roommate likes me too but then..” Mumbo started to tune HotGuy out as another call came in, from Cub, what the hell? It had been- fuck, at least ten years since they’d talked- Why? He didn’t even know Cub still had his number.

“HotGuy, buddy, I gotta let you go. Got someone else on the line.”

“Wait- But I’m not-“ Mumbo didn’t wait to hear the rest, hanging up a little more aggressively than probably warranted. He didn’t much care.

“Hello?” He asked, somewhat timidly. Cub had always intimidated him, even when he, Mumbo, and Grian had shared an apartment junior and senior year of college. They had never gotten along quite as well as Cub and Grian did, though, maybe that’s because Grian was the easy sort to talk to, comfortable, at least in his opinion. He could be prickly, but he was fun as well, the type of extremely bad influence that draws you in. Goodness, maybe catching up was a bad idea. Mumbo pursed his lips. But Grian seemed to have changed his tune, at least a little, switching from Criminal to Still A Criminal But Government Approved This Time- maybe it would be fine?

“Hey, Mumbo, sorry for calling so late,” Cub said in the same monotone drone that Mumbo remembered well; that made him so nervous sometimes, but this time, there was a bit of an anxious edge, “I know it’s been awhile, but Grian called me and told me he was visiting you, and he didn’t say so, but I think he’s upset, and I just wanted to make sure- I don’t know,” Cub sounded so lost for a moment, and Mumbo felt his own anxiety fall away. Well, the Cub-related anxiety anyway, the Grian anxiety was alive and well.

“It’s fine, don’t worry about it. I was a little confused when he called me as well, I won’t lie.. I can’t tell you if he was having a hard time, I can barely hear when he’s flying, but-“ Mumbo stopped when his phone started to buzz, seething, “One moment please. I Will Call You Back.”

“Uh-“ Cub sounded a bit startled, “Yeah, man, sure.”

Mumbo hung up, reeling on the other line, “HotGuy. Stop. Calling me.”

Mumbo was pleased to hear stuttering over the speaker, but the satisfaction didn’t last, turning to guilt when HotGuy started to speak, “I- I’m sorry! I’m just having a bit of a crisis here, I needed to talk to someone and- I don’t know- I always just think of you-“

“HotGuy.”

A small pause, then a meek, “Yes?” nearly as quiet.

“I will call you back, but later. Maybe tomorrow. I am dealing with something right now, and you are stressing me out.”

“You’ll call me back?” The change in tone was jarring, HotGuy lighting all the way up and his voice ablaze with what Mumbo could only describe as unadulterated joy.

Mumbo grit his teeth. “Yes. I will call you back.”

“Okay!” HotGuy didn’t miss a beat, any distress that was previously there, gone. Mumbo got the distinct feeling he had just been conned. “Bye, Mumbo!” And not a moment later, HotGuy hung up. Mumbo sighed deep, redialing Cub’s number.

“Hi. Sorry about that.”

“It’s no problem,” Cub spoke quickly and quiet, half mumbling, “Did you say Grian called you tonight? Just wanted to make sure.”

“Uh,” Mumbo hesitated, wondering if he was about to get Grian in trouble, “Yeah, about fifteen minutes ago he did.”

Mumbo heard Cub exhale loudly through his nose and cringed, very much not wanting to be in the middle of this, but Cub didn’t sound frustrated when he spoke, “Okay. He told me otherwise, but I think.. I don’t know what he’s thinking sometimes. I know you know how he can be sometimes, and really, he’s been better lately- I guess I just mean to say if this is too much for you tonight, shoot me a text. I’ll come pick him up. I might be a while if you live far; we don’t have a car right now, but I’ll get there as soon as I can.”

Mumbo shook his head, a bit alarmed, “No, no, you don’t have to. If need be, I’ll drive him home. I’m just as much of an insomniac as I was before, this won’t be a disruption for me..” Mumbo trailed off, feeling bad for even thinking to ask, but anxiety always got the better of him and- damn it, his lip was bleeding again, he had to stop doing that- “You don’t think he’s in trouble, do you? With the police, or any other superhero business.. I- I won’t send him away or anything, but I really don’t want to get tangled up in anything, those days are firmly behind me.”

Cub was quiet for a long moment, clearly taking the question seriously (which Mumbo appreciated), but the silence was also driving him a little crazy. Finally, Cub answered, painfully honest, “I don’t know. I really don’t think so, and I believe that Grian respects you enough to keep that business out of your hair.. He really feels awful about what happened to you, and I know-”

“Please, don’t. I’d rather not discuss it.”

Cub gave a small noise of assent before continuing, “To be perfectly honest, I have no idea what could have happened. Could be as small as a perceived humiliation that he just can’t quite cope with, or as big as.. Well, he’s had to confront a few things about himself in the past few weeks, and change is never easy. Maybe he just needs some space from me. We’ve had some pretty intense, uh, relationship dealings.. It’s not important. He’ll tell you if he wants. But to answer your question, it’s been a bit since Grian has been in trouble with the police. I can’t say for sure, but I really don’t think he’d be dragging something like that to your doorstep. He certainly won’t try and talk you into anything, I’m sure of that.”

Mumbo managed to let go of the breath he’d been holding. “Okay. Thank you, Cub. I should go now, tidy up a bit, but I’ll text you if anything happens.”

“Okay.” There was a bit of a pause, the distinct kind of silence that held unspoken words, so Mumbo waited, though he didn’t need to wait long. “I don’t think anything will happen. I just worry. I just wish he would tell me the truth sometimes.”

Mumbo nodded, though Cub couldn’t see. “I understand. Bye, Cub.”

“Bye.” Cub hung up, and Mumbo was left a moment to breathe. But only a moment, because seconds later, his phone rang once again. Grian. Mumbo picked up.

“I’m here.”

“Alright. I’ll buzz you in. Come right up.”

And Grian wasted no time, scaling the stairs in what must have been record time and knocking on Mumbo’s door no less than a minute later to Mumbo’s great distress. His place was a bit of a mess- no one had visited him in ages, though, Grian wasn’t likely to care. Mumbo took a deep breath, allowing himself to relax. This was fine. This was exciting! It really had been too long since they’d seen each other, and maybe if Grian had really turned himself around, they could even be friends again.

All that hope dropped right through his stomach when he opened the front door.

“Grian.”

Grian looked startled, genuinely so, as if he wasn’t standing in Mumbo’s doorway in full costume, chicken mask tucked conspicuously under his arm. Even his wings were painted, for goodness’ sake, this is not what Mumbo wanted tonight. “I-” Grian seemed to understand what Mumbo was looking at a moment later, looking thoroughly embarrassed, as if he had accidentally shown up at his door dressed as Poultry Man- You know, at this point, Mumbo wasn’t even surprised. “Would you believe me if I told you this is a fursuit.”

“No!”

“Well then you would be wrong, because it is, and has served me well through many cons. She’s a little old, could use some touch-ups, but I take good care of her, and have for years. Did’ja know Poultry Man is a hen, Mumbo? I bet you didn’t. There’s a fun bit of trivia for you.” Grian invited himself in, pushing past Mumbo like he wasn’t even there.

“I- I don’t care if it’s a fursuit or not, Grian!”

“Kinda sounds like you do. Y’know, I didn’t take you as the type to make fun of furries; a bit low in my opinion. I thought you had more class than that, I’ll be honest.” Grian set the head down on the arm of Mumbo’s sofa, then looked back, eyes blinking wide as if noticing for the first time how upset Mumbo actually was, “I’m serious, though. I’m not in trouble, I just wanted to run HotGuy around for a bit. I had a couple things to talk to him about, and I wanted him to know about the other stuff I do in my spare time. No crimes committed tonight, not one,” Grian released a shaky breath, looking distant as he turned his gaze back to the mask.

Mumbo didn’t feel much better. “I don’t really believe you, Grian.”

“I-” Grian turned, having the gall to look angry, but the expression didn’t last, maybe in part due to Mumbo’s own dark look. Still, Grian shook his head, shoulders hunching, “That’s fair. This was stupid of me, I’m sorry. Wasn’t thinking. This was an impulsive thing, dumb. Shouldn’t have called you. I’ll go.” Grian scooped up the head of his costume, turning back toward the door.

“Damn it, Grian, don’t do that.”

Grian’s eyebrows twitched, anger maybe, or distress; his expression was shifting too much to tell. “What? You want me to go. You didn’t want me here in the first place, not like this, and I still came exactly like you told me not to, like a fucking asshole, because I just wasn’t thinking. I’ve done enough, Mumbo, I shouldn’t have come.”

But Mumbo stood in Grian’s way, anger and conflict fighting with the deep desire to see him, to reconnect, to meet and not fight. If Grian left, hating himself, things would be as they always were. Or maybe they’d be worse, their ties severed completely. Mumbo didnt want that. And he promised at least to Cub he’d drive Grian home, but Mumbo didn’t really want that either.

Maybe this had been an accident. A stupid accident, showing up as a long-time criminal, but if Grian had really been so upset like Cub suspected, maybe he wasn’t thinking.

“Tell me about the suit.”

Grian startled, blinking up, “What?”

“Your fursuit. They’re characters, right? They’ve got names and stories I thought, at least some of them do. It’s, uh- sorry, I don’t know the terminology. Does yours have a story?” Mumbo took a seat, giving himself and Grian room to breathe. Grian stared for a moment, body stuttering in his confusion, before sitting on the floor. That was just fine.

“Uh, well, she’s- her name is Adelaide. She’s kinda.. well, she’s not a great person. She’s just.. angry. All of the time. And a lot of things get under her skin, a lot, but what gets to her the most is feeling like other people don’t take her seriously. Drives her mad, really. Makes her feel completely out of touch with herself, with humanity- I know she’s a chicken, just bare with me, okay?”

“I’m baring! I’m baring! Go on.”

“Well, she’s so angry, and it makes her feel less than human. She feels very primally animal, like a wild dog or starving coyote or something- again, metaphorically- this isn’t about like furry racism it’s just- ugh, I’m embarrassed. This is embarrassing.” Grian drew his hands over his eyes, and Mumbo frowned.

“Don’t be, please. I’d really like to hear about it.”

“The story is so old. I kinda got into this stuff after college, just kept it to myself. It needs about a thousand reworks.”

“Well it means something to you, doesn’t it?”

Grian chewed on his lip, reminding Mumbo to stop biting his own. “Yeah. Guess you can tell it hits a little close to home. I just don’t like her very much anymore. I don’t want to be like that. We’re out of touch.”

“That’s fine, Grian. I’m not trying to psychoanalyze you through the chicken character you made ten years ago.”

“Ten years.. Oh god, don’t say that,” Grian gave a small chuckle and Mumbo risked his own, grateful for the ease in tension.

“You don’t have to tell about Adelaide if you don’t want to.”

Grian cringed inwardly, and Mumbo threw up placating hands, worried he’d done something wrong, but Grian only laughed, “Sorry- That was like- super weird for me. To hear someone else say her name out loud, I mean. I don’t know how to explain, but it’s like this person that has lived in my brain for years just got plucked right out and looked at. And I felt it. In my brain.”

“I’m sorry for touching your brain then, mate, ” Mumbo chuckled with the smallest roll of his eyes, “I’m serious though, I feel like I’m making you uncomfortable.”

“You’re not. You’re perfect, I’m just- a little painfully me sometimes- not- I don’t mean to self deprecate, I just can’t tell a story. But I would like to try. If that’s okay.”

Mumbo nodded, “Sure.”

Grian took a breath, and then one or two more. “Adelaide.. She feels out of touch with the world, and she starts to wonder if maybe things would be different if she was a rooster, right? Maybe she wouldn’t be so angry all the time, and maybe people would start to take her more seriously. She’s already got a pretty large cone; that’s the red thing on chickens’ heads by the way, hens also have them, lots of people mistake hens for roosters because-” Grian cut himself off, looking embarrassed, “Anyway, she’s been mistaken for a rooster before, and she’s always liked the idea of having spurs, which, again, are a rooster thing, they’ve got sharp bits on the backs of their legs. So she decides she’s going to give it a shot! See if anything changes. Surprise, this does not solve her anger issues.”

“I figured.”

“Yeah. She’s not treated exactly the same, but she has these different challenges she wasn’t expecting, and she’s pretty reactionary when things don’t go as planned, and is still getting into a lot of fights. She holds her own, though, especially with the new knives on the back of her talons, and one night after a fight outside a bar, she’s approached by this guy, and he tells her he thinks she’s got talent for this kind of thing, fighting and stuff, and that she could earn quite a bit of cash doing it professionally. Cock fighting, essentially. Do you know what cock fighting is, Mumbo?”

“The.. blood sport? Don’t they tape knives to roosters and make them fight until they die?”

“Yeah, essentially. It’s pretty awful stuff, and very illegal- it’s illegal in this universe as well, though the chickens in the ring aren’t actually fighting to the death. Deaths do happen though. It’s shady business, and Adelaide knows that, but she also sees an opportunity here for release, and she’s excited by it. She wants to do this. All under her alias as a man, of course. And so she signs on. Calls herself Poultry Man, which, yes, in a universe where chickens are humanoid, is a ridiculous name, but she doesn’t care. She does care when the audience is betting against her though; she’s smaller than most of the other roosters, and a little feeble looking, so without knowing anything else about her, gamblers think she’s going to lose a lot of her first fights. And that really pisses her off, because, again, she hates being discounted.”

“So she kicks ass.”

“Yeah. And she’s an amateur fighter, but up against other amateur fighters, she’s quite the beast to behold. So she causes quite a few upsets, and suddenly there’s this ‘rooster’ that came out of nowhere and people love her. Life has never seemed so perfect. Yeah, she’s an animal and she’s violent and angry, but that’s okay here. And.. well.. this is kind of where I fall out of touch with the story. Originally, she starts climbing up in the ranks and becoming this more well known cock fighter, but that just doesn’t make much sense to me anymore, and honestly, feels a little cliché. I want her to be challenged sooner, not because she’s met her match or anything and has to rethink this when she can’t win easily anymore.. I don’t know. I want her to change, but I want it to come from herself, you know?

Mumbo hummed to himself, giving it some thought. “What if she kills someone? Early on, but after all the upsets. It’s an accident, but maybe it has something to do with the homemade spurs, right? They’re sharper or longer or something that gave her an edge, and it doesn’t matter to anyone else, it doesn’t even matter that the guy is dead, but she’s never killed anyone before. And that could stop her in her tracks, you know? Really shake her, make her ask if that’s what she really wants.”

“Ooh..” Grian tapped his lips, eyes distant, “That could do it. I feel like I’m so desensitized sometimes, I didn’t even consider..” Grian pursed his lips, “Nevermind. I like this. And she could try to get away from this place, but people like Poultry Man, too much to let him leave. The ring is all sorts of shady anyway, she might have signed some sort of contract and didn’t even realize. By the time she tries to get out, it’s too late. And suddenly, someone who’s never been afraid to die before is petrified, because what if she dies like this, angry and bitter and a murderer, and she never gets the chance to change.”

Mumbo raised an eyebrow at that, and Grian jolted up, catching the look before Mumbo could hope to conceal it, “You said you weren’t psychoanalyzing me!”

“Hey, I never said anything.”

“You say things with your dumb face just as loudly as you speak words!”

Mumbo gasped in mock offense, turning his head away, “How dare you! I’ll have you know, this face is not nearly as dumb as it was a few months ago when I nixed the mustache, and here I was thinking I was finally starting to look normal again.”

“You- You shaved it? Why?” Grian wailed and Mumbo laughed, sighing contentedly.

“Had a bit of a crisis. Was an impulse decision I'm afraid, very impulsive. Truly a tragedy. And you should’ve seen me after, goodness, I was speedrunning the five stages of grief like my life depended on it, and just when I thought I had accepted it, it would start all over again. You would’ve laughed until you ran out of air to make fun of me.”

“I would have cried, Mumbo!”

“You would have laughed!” Mumbo pointed an accusatory finger, and Grian did laugh, resting his hands behind his head and leaning against the arm of the sofa with a sly look.

“I probably would have laughed.”

“Uh huh. I would have sent a picture in a complete panic and you would have called me just to laugh at me. And maybe you’d feel just a bit bad and try to tell me it was fine, but then you’d see the picture again and start cackling just like you do, and I’d be in complete ruin.”

Grian huffed, though the smirk never left his face. “Maybe then it would be your fault for sending me the picture. Since you know so much about how I’d react. Speaking of, do you have one?”

Mumbo gasped, affronted, “Even if I did, I would not show you!”

Grian snickered, slinking up onto the couch, “So you do have one,” he grinned, sharp teeth on full display, “I bet you haven’t changed your phone password since we were in college. A few months ago, hm?”

“Grian!” Mumbo yelped, scooching to the other side of the couch, but Grian crawled after him, stalking like a cat. “You don’t even remember it I bet. You don’t remember anything!”

“How about you hand over your phone and we’ll see just how much I remember,” Grian spoke silkily, batting his eyelashes, and Mumbo scowled, sticking out his tongue, however, was distinctly not ready for Grian to actually pounce, screeching as flapping wings battered his face and talons poked holes in his shirt. Perched on his shoulders, Grian bent over Mumbo’s head, snatching his phone out of his lap (dropped as Mumbo tried to protect his face with his arms) and entering the password with a few swift clicks. Grian did not move from Mumbo’s shoulders when he finished, apparently satisfied, and unceremoniously dropped Mumbo’s phone back at his knees. The flapping stopped when he got his balance, and Mumbo grumbled, shutting off his unlocked phone.

“Point proven. You know I hate when you do that, right?”

“Steal your phone?” Grian asked, innocent, and Mumbo rolled his eyes.

“Sit on my shoulders. This has never ended without me getting hurt. You losing your balance, hitting me in the head, digging into my shoulders, pulling my hair, scratching my face-”

“Hey, hey, it’s been a while since I’ve done any of that! Years, even!”

“Yeah, only because we haven’t seen each other for that long, I’m sure nothing has changed. This night is going to end with bloody scratches across my face, guaranteed.”

“I’m offended.”

“Good!”

“I’ll forgive you if you show me that picture.”

“I am not-” Mumbo stopped himself, eyebrows furrowing in thought, “I’ll show you..” he began, careful, “if you tell me what you’re running away from tonight.”

Grian quieted, his talons digging a little in Mumbo’s shoulders, “Alright. But you show me first because this might kill the mood.” He shifted his weight, leaning forward expectantly, and Mumbo relented, starting the scroll through his photos to find the picture. As expected, the moment Grian laid eyes on it, he cackled, flapping his wings for balance then falling off Mumbo’s shoulders altogether in a giggling heap.

“It’s really not that funny.”

“But you look so distressed! So- so upset! Your upper lip, oh no! Mumbo! You poor thing!” Mumbo did not get the sense Grian actually felt very bad, curled up and snickering as he was. “A Mumbo without his mustache,” Grian continued, almost dreamily, “That’s a cruel world, a cruel cruel world.”

“Alright, alright, it’s your turn then,” Mumbo batted at a wing that flew a little too close to his face, and Grian giggled, sighing before spreading himself out to lay down properly, talons draping over Mumbo’s legs. It was comfortable, a thing like this. Like decades old friendship. Like nothing had changed.

“Okay.” Grian began with conviction, raising his hands in a vague gesture, “I’m going to need you to imagine you’re me, alright? Not only are you me, but you are me who has been off his meds and faffing about in therapy for a few months, so you’re a me who isn’t in a good state. So you’re me. And your roommate, Cub still, finds out you’re a somewhat prolific supervillain, confronts you about it, and your brain just short circuits, so you run away determined to make your own life worse somehow in order to not think about what just happened ever again. Hey, wait a minute-“ Grian stopped, turning an accusatory glare Mumbo’s way, “How did you know I was CuteGuy?”

“Uh, it was pretty obvious, mate. Especially the recent stuff with you on the news and all those clips of you talking. Can’t say you make a massive effort to disguise your voice, and even mostly covered by that mask, you’ve got a pretty recognizable face.”

Grian groaned into his hands. “That is so annoying.”

“In all fairness, I wouldn’t have guessed you were Poultry Man like, ever. The mask that covers your whole head and the fact that you never speak in costume makes you near impossible to identify. Continue, though.”

Grian huffed, grumbling something inaudible to himself before going on, “Fine. Okay. So you’ve imagined you’re me and you’re having a bit of a crisis.”

“I’d rather not be having a crisis, but for you Grian, I’ll pretend.”

“Thank you. So you go to this bar, and it sucks, it’s awful, it’s everything you were looking for, and you meet this guy, and maybe you cried or something, and he’s kinda worried about you, so then you make a complete fool of yourself at his feet, like bad, like beg to go home with him- yes, in that way, and also ask him to buy you drinks and probably other extremely embarrassing awful vulnerable things because you’re having a crisis and you don’t want to go home and face it.”

“Yikes. Can’t believe I did that.”

“Exactly! Yikes. But this guy is very nice, he’s very very nice, and when you tell him you can’t go home, he says he has a spare room, and that you can have it as long as you need, and right now you’re desperate and you’re having a crisis so you just say yes, but later when you’ve calmed down a bit and you’ve gotten a little sleep, you realize how lucky you are that you met such a nice guy, and you’re so unbelievably grateful, and you still aren’t ready to go home, but this guy doesn’t mind, he likes having you around, and even though you do eventually go home and talk about your problems with Cub, you and the guy from the bar stay friends, and you go over to his house to hang out with him and watch movies and bake cookies and it’s fucking awesome.”

“Yes. I can see it. This guy is great.”

“Yes! And what’s best, is that you really feel like you can tell him anything. So whatever’s on your mind, you say it, and you know what’s on your mind a lot? HotGuy. YOU HATE HOTGUY. He’s arrogant, egotistical, does zero research on basically every sponsor he takes, he’s careless, he’s stupid- seriously, he is so fucking dense and people just eat that shit up and it drives you CRAZY. It has for months! You sit and doomscroll in your room and you just see clips of him acting like a fucking idiot and everyone in the comments is like ‘oh my god, he’s so cute!’ ‘oh my god, I hope I can meet him one day!’ ‘oh my god, I wish he would talk to me that way!’ So you start making burner accounts just to leave hate and argue with people-“

“Okay, you know, I was on board until that last bit-“

“-but it’s not enough! It’s never enough for you, so you decide to punch someone about it, and then you keep punching people and you call yourself cUtEgUy to satirize him and eventually you punch enough people that you get his attention, and guess what? HE’S A FUCKING ASSHOLE.” Grian took a deep breath, centering himself, and Mumbo didn’t dare speak. “But it’s okay. Because the nice guy from the bar doesn’t like HotGuy either. And he’s more than happy to listen to you and even commiserate a little bit. And you feel great! You feel great. Cub doesn’t care very much about superhero stuff so he kinda spaces out when you start ranting, but also- forgot to mention, you can’t actually throw shit fits about HotGuy around him anymore, BECAUSE HOTGUY WANTS IN HIS FUCKING PANTS!”

“Wait- wait-“

“I KNOW!” Grian shrieked into his hands, completely misunderstanding the meaning behind Mumbo’s bewilderment, “So HotGuy, who you hate, gets eyes for your roommate, who you’re in love with by the way, and you have to watch the two of them bumble about- well, Cub doesn’t bumble, but HotGuy bumbles, god, he’s so fucking pathetic around Cub I just want to tear out my fucking hair- But. But. It’s okay. One: Because you have the guy at the bar, and you’re pretty sure he likes you as well, and maybe while Cub is putting himself out there, you can too, and it can all be great. Two: You are a mature adult, and you can talk to other adults about how you’re feeling, and be honest with them, and even though you don’t like HotGuy, you’re willing to admit he’s not as bad as you first thought, and that you’ve been unfair to him, and you’re going to try to stop being such an asshole.”

Grian paused, but it was not the type of pause that invited conversation. And even all these years later, Mumbo could spot an incoming Grian explosion from a mile away.

“And you know what HotGuy says to you? After all that?”

Mumbo stared. Grian didn’t need an answer.

“HE AND MICAH. ARE THE SAME! FUCKING! GUY!!!” Grian beat the couch with his fists, and Mumbo moved to give him the space to do so, pretty sure he could assume ‘Micah’ was the same as ‘guy from the bar.’ Hm. Yeah. He didn’t need to speak, Grian seemingly far from done. “How am I supposed to be nice to him now. How am I supposed to go to work? What the fuck is wrong with him! Seriously, what is wrong with him? I swear to you, I swear, Micah is a completely different person- and I’m not being unobservant either, they have different mannerisms, completely different voices! I pegged them as brothers, and Micah told me I was right, he told me this horrible tragic backstory and how the two of them had grown apart and couldn’t mend their relationship- it was so real Mumbo. Their- personalities, I swear to you, different. And what breaks my brain the most- HotGuy was talking total shit about himself for weeks. WEEKS. I don’t- does he just fucking hate himself? What is happening? Why did he do that!? That is an Objectively insane thing to do. Is this like- revenge? Is this karma? Was this some sort of elaborate plan by him to fuck my head??? I want to kick his shit in! I want to cry.” Grian collapsed limp into the sofa, an arm, wing, and leg hanging off the side.

Mumbo considered him, unsure whether or not he should speak. But Grian looked thoroughly burnt out, his assault on the couch along with the tirade seeming to snuff the fire. Now, he just stared blankly at the ceiling, not moving, not crying, just.. gone.

“Do you want a hug?” Mumbo couldn’t offer much more, but it seemed to bring Grian back, the other side-eying him through lidded lashes.

“I don’t know,” he mumbled, and he sounded just as winded as he looked, “I just don’t have a back up plan anymore. I don’t have anyone. Anyone that isn’t Cub, I mean, and this whole- my whole plan depended on Micah. He was going to take me out tomorrow. Help me make friends. We were going to-“ Grian cut himself off painfully, unable to finish. His wings quivered. Mumbo’s heart ached for him.

“You know my boundaries now, Grian. I know you do, and I can see that things have changed pretty drastically since we’ve last talked.. I know it. And I don’t know everything, obviously, but I.. it really feels like you’re trying to turn yourself around. Like you’ve made a lot of progress. I’m proud of you, Grian.” Again, Grian eyed him from the side, and Mumbo hoped he could tell he was being genuine. “Listen.. If you need a friend, then you’ve got one in me, alright? You’ve got one here.”

Grian was still for so long, Mumbo wasn’t even sure if he heard, but then Grian was up, and in a flash of feathers, strong arms were locked around his waist and fuck did he mean it when he said strong, christ, it was a good thing Mumbo didn’t actually need to breathe. Grian didn’t seem to notice, nor did Mumbo see fit to tell him, instead wrapping his own arms around the shorter, tight above the base of his wings.

Grian sighed, something deeply shaken. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too.” And Mumbo meant it. God did he mean it.

#hermitcraft #gtws #goodtimeswithscar #mumbo jumbo #grian #cubfan #cubfan135 #hermitfic #hermitcraft fic #hermitshipping #but not much #cubscar #waffle duo #hotguy #cuteguy #poultry man

[erin-bo-berin]

hiii bestie! I hope you’ve been feeling better?

so here’s that idea I mentioned… obv you and Steve have a thriving sex life. but you’ve been “taught” in past relationships that a woman should be quiet in bed/or you just think that’s the ladylike thing to do. which is really confusing/ego-crushing for Steve and he actually thinks maybe you’re not enjoying sex with him at all bc you’re basically silent the entire time.

so one day you ask him if he wants to fool around and he’s like “come on, do you even want to? It doesn’t seem like you enjoy it much/you don’t have to just to make me happy.” then you have a heart to heart, tell him what’s up, and ask him if he’ll help you be more expressive in the moan/groan/gasp/verbal feedback department by asking what feels good, etc. for a smutfest that’s sure to restore Steve’s confidence. (maybe they accidentally stumble upon a new kink for Steve… daddy or breeding or something else entirely? I like the idea of him first “helping” her and then she really gets the hang of it and surprises him) 🥵😘☄️

only if you want to and no timeline, ofc ofc!

Yes I am, thank you 🥰 also oh man, imagine how hard Steve would take that 🥺 (I’ve also toyed with the idea of writing one where the reader has never had an orgasm with a guy and he wants to be the first to give her one—maybe you can help me flesh out that idea more at a later date?)

But I definitely feel like reader may not have been comfortable with doing it in past relationships so when no other guys have mentioned it, she doesn’t think it’s important and is shocked when Steve mentions it. ANYWAY I’m gonna have a blast with this one 😏

Confidence Boost

Steve Harrington x Reader

Warnings: Smut

Steve watched you pad off to the bathroom to clean yourself off.

He was still trying to steady his breathing, recovering from the orgasm he’d just had, but when he’d moved off of you earlier, he couldn’t help but feel dissatisfied.

Your and his sex life was fine—more than fine actually as you both had trouble keeping hands off one another. But recently, doubts had started to cloud Steve’s mind.

Sure, sex was a regular thing between you two, but he’d started to wonder if it was something you did just for him, if he left you unsatisfied each and every time.

Dear God, had you been faking orgasms with him?

He didn’t think so, as it was hard to fake the clenching of your pussy on his cock as you came, the way your body would tremble and face would fall slack before contorting in pleasure.

But still, it could be easy to fake two out of those three.

He thought sex with you was absolutely incredible, he’d never had as intense orgasms as he did with you and he contributed it to be wholly and unequivocally in love with you.

So why was he worried?

Because you rarely made a peep.

You were silent a majority of the time. Other than a breathy, quiet noise here and there, you hardly ever made a sound.

Needless to say, it was soul crushing to Steve.

He’d slept with many girls before you—in fact he had quite the roster of women back in high school and when he was casually dating, before he met you—but no matter what, there was always something he made sure of. If he was with a girl intimately, he was going to make sure they had a good time and didn’t walk away unsatisfied.

Which was why he was now laying in bed, waiting for the love of his life to return from the bathroom so he could give you the most wholesome, tender, post sex cuddles ever. You were amazing in every way.

But was he not enough to satisfy you?

•

It was approaching nighttime as you and Steve sat on the bed. You laid on your stomach at the end of the bed, watching the remaining of an episode of Wheel of Fortune while he sat at the head of the bed, looking over some end of the month reports from Family Video.

Keith had once again dumped the responsibility on Steve and even though he wasn’t crazy about the job, he took the task seriously.

The wheel spun again, the mechanical whirring and dinging of it spinning coming through the TV. It landed on the $500 wedge and the contestant called a “T”.

You groaned, turning off the TV, having already solved the puzzle yourself and bored by the show now. You rejoined Steve at the headboard, placing your chin on his shoulder and peering at the papers he held.

“You’re gonna give yourself a headache if you stare at that inventory list any longer,” you pouted.

He mumbled his agreement, setting the pile of papers on his bedside, rubbing the bridge of his nose between his eyebrows.

“I have a better idea,” you smirked, hand gliding dangerously close to his crotch, your lips tickling his jaw.

Your lips skirted teasingly along his jaw, placing light kisses along it, your hand pressing firmly over his quickly reacting cock, rubbing over it.

“Why don’t we fool around,” you mumbled, a teasing grin on your face as you suckled lightly on a spot where his jaw and neck met.

He moved out of your reach, to your surprise, a bloom of hurt spreading throughout your chest.

“You don’t have to do it just to make me happy,” he said.

Your brows creased in confusion.

“What do you mean?”

“Come on, do you even want to fool around?” he asked, lips pressed tightly together.

You knew he only did that when he was upset about something and this time, he was trying hard to hide just how upset he was.

“Steve, of course I do,” you laughed in disbelief, “I wouldn’t be trying to seduce you if I didn’t.”

His mouth turned down in a frown as he folded his arms over his chest, refusing to look at you.

Now you were baffled. You had no idea what was going on here.

“What’s wrong? Did I do something?” you bit your lip nervously, almost afraid of his answer.

He’d never turned you down like this. Sure, he’d done it in the past when he didn’t have time, was too busy working and you’d tried tempting him or even when he wasn’t in the mood. But all those times it had been in such a sweet manner, not wanting to hurt your feelings. He’d never been so closed off like this, almost cold towards you.

“It just seems like you don’t enjoy it very much when we do have sex,” he shrugged.

You were absolutely floored.

Steve was the most talented man you’d been with. He knew how to make your mind reel, your body feel like a lit firework and actually see stars behind your eyes. The things he could do with his fingers and tongue alone.

You would not hesitate to label it the best sex ever.

So why did he think you didn’t enjoy him?

You actually gaped at him and when he finally met your eyes, you could see the hesitation behind them. Not only hesitation, but confliction and most of all, hurt.

“Please talk to me,” you mumbled, frowning now.

He sighed, running a hand through his hair, sending the brunette strands in different directions. You knew it took a lot for him to admit whatever it was that was bothering him. He’d always been one to be there for people, yet had a hard time when it came to being the one having the insecurities.

“You’re always so quiet,” he shrugged, “You never make any noise. You never tell me what you want, what you like. No dirty talk, nothing. I just figured you weren’t enjoying it as much as I was, but never said anything to spare my feelings.”

Your mouth opened and closed like a fish gasping for air.

“Steve, can I be honest with you?”

“If you’re going to tell me that I don’t please you, I’d rather not hear it,” he said glumly.

“Okay one, that’s so far from the truth. You’re absolutely incredible. Words can’t describe type of incredible,” you said bluntly.

You didn’t miss the way his eyes snapped to yours, looking curious and a bit relieved.

“Two, I always felt awkward being too noisy. The one time I tried, the guy I was with said it ruined the mood. I figured I just wasn’t any good at it and now I just try to stay quiet…” you trailed off, humiliation settling in at your words.

Sex was an intimate activity of course; you were at your most vulnerable when you were naked, letting another person see the entirety of you, inside and out. Even more vulnerable is letting that person see you cum. It was an act and feeling where you throw caution to the wind and let go. That’s why it was so embarrassing to admit that in your entire sexual life, you had never felt confident enough to react accordingly, especially when you most wanted to. Especially, with Steve.

“Baby, I’m sorry,” he frowned again, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you against his chest, your back pressed against it, “Here I was selfishly thinking it was a me problem when I didn’t even realize you were struggling. I had no idea you felt that way. Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I was embarrassed. I am embarrassed. I mean, usually it’s just something you can’t control and it just happens. But I want to change that. Will you help me?”

“Challenged accepted,” he said, turning you to him, kissing you.

You pushed his chest lightly, parting from the kiss, hesitant for a moment.

“I, um. I’m not exactly sure what to do,” you admitted.

He didn’t judge you or even laugh at you. He took you seriously as his gazed seared yours.

“Just tell me what feels good,” he answered, “With words, with noise, whatever. Let me know what you want. Tell me what you want to do to me. Be as dirty as you want, I certainly won’t mind.”

Now he was smirking, hand rubbing the top of your thigh and you chuckled lightly.

“How about a quick practice run, hmm?”

“Practice run,” you replied dubiously, not sure where he was going with this, “Okay.”

His hand slid from your thigh in between your legs, cupping your pussy through the thin material of your underwear. You were already ready for bed, just in an oversized t-shirt and underwear, so his touch was even more agonizing when it was so close to your bare core.

“Oh,” you gasped lightly, his hand rubbing against you lightly, just enough pressure to tease you.

“Does that feel good?” he whispered, watching you intently.

“Yeah,” you whispered, swallowing thickly, nodding.

“Good. Now let’s make you scream then, yeah?”

Your cheeks barely had time to warm before he was repositioning you, pulling you practically in his lap. Your legs wide spread wide enough as he continued to rub his hand against you, placing his lips against yours as he kissed you.

One arm hooked around his neck, your other hand resting on his stubble coated jaw as you kissed him back, hard. His fingers pulled your underwear aside before the pad of this thumb pressed down on your clit.

You moaned softly into the kiss and you felt his thickening cock against the back of your thigh, him reacting to even the smallest of noises you’d already made.

“Tell me what you want,” he mumbled lowly against your lips.

“Your fingers,” you sighed, his thumb running lazy circles on your clit.

He slid his index finger in, not at all surprised to find just how wet you already were. If he hadn’t been so caught up in his doubts, he would’ve known just how much you enjoyed him from your body alone. It always reacted to him so quickly and in the most arousing ways.

“Good?” he asked, curling it teasingly.

Your moans were still hesitant, quiet, but still, it was a start.

“So good,” you breathed, hips trying to push into his touch, needing more friction.

The second finger joined the first and he slid them in and out of you, thumb flicking your clit.

“Oh god,” you groaned, head falling back.

You didn’t miss his smirk as he pressed a hot kiss against your throat. Your hips thrust into his hand, wanting him to lead you to orgasm, but he didn’t.

It was only when he had you spread out in front of him—head at the bottom of the bed—and mouth fully on you that you had no trouble holding back anymore.

“Oh, Jesus,” you moaned.

You’d been wasting way too much time not being vocal enough for him because you swore it just made whatever he was doing ten times hotter.

He lifted his head, peeking up at you with a smile.

“Sorry to disappoint babe, but it’s still just Steve.”

You groaned at his joke, foot hitting him playfully on his side causing him to laugh.

Sex had always been good with him, but now it felt less tense, less perfunctory and more fun. More carefree.

“You’re an asshole,” you mumbled lovingly.

“Ah, but I’m your asshole,” he grinned then blinked, realizing how wrong his statement sounded.

You burst out laughing. At his statement, at the fact that you both could just pause in the middle of oral sex, have a teasing conversation and it be so natural.

“That sounded better in my head,” he grumbled.

You were still shaking in laughter.

But your laughter didn’t last long as it turned into a sharp moan when his tongue flicked your clit, pressing it flat against it. His fingers had done quite the sneak attack, sliding in and adding to the mix before you’d been aware.

He moved at a lazy pace, licking you thoroughly, pumping his fingers steadily. By this point, you had no control over your mouth.

“Fuck, don’t stop, yeah, like that,” you moaned, gripping his hair.

He didn’t until you came, buzzing in your fingers, curling in your toes. He left hot, open mouthed kisses back up your body, his cockiness shining in his eyes.

“That was quite the improvement, sweetheart,” he grinned, “I think you could use a bit more practice, though.”

“Oh, really?” you grinned slyly.

You pushed him back enough so you had room to sit up. Your hands reached for the bottom of the oversized shirt and you peeled it off over your head, letting it fall on the floor next to the bed. Then, you shimmed out of your wrinkled and crumpled panties before laying back before him.

His eyes clouded over, his hot gaze taking in your naked body and you swore you saw his throat bob as he swallowed hard, a deep groan coming from him.

“I’m ready to learn, Steve,” you cooed.

You don’t think you’d ever seen his clothes disappear so fast. You were smirking yourself now, pleased at his eagerness.

“Y/N?” he mumbled against your jaw, where he nipped and sucked.

“Mhm?” you asked, tilting your head to give him full access.

“Just one tip,” he said, spreading your legs with his hands.

“What’s that?”

“Be as loud as you fucking want,” he growled, giving you no notice as he thrust into you.

“Shit,” you hissed.

The stretch of him was an all overpowering feeling, especially when he gave you no warning and went for it as opposed to the slow entrance. Every time, you somehow managed to fit him, though you possibly squeezed the life out of his cock.

You heard no complaints from him, though.

Honestly, how you managed to stay quiet so long was a miracle to you because it seemed to be like now that the gates were open, moans and groans came flooding from you.

“You like that baby?” he teased, angling his hips so he hit deeper.

“Y-Yes,” you gasped, hips gyrating against his.

He was so deep and so hard that he was causing all your nerve endings to short circuit as he moved in you.

His mouth lavished your body, your senses going into overdrive. His hot kisses were spread across your collarbones, over your breasts where he stopped long enough to pull one of your nipples into his mouth and suck hard on it.

“God, Steve,” you moaned, arching into his touch.

He growled in response, the noise sending a bolt of heat directly to your core and you tangled your arms around his body. One hand was thrust in his hair, the other clung to his back.

Even feeling the muscles of his back ripple as he moved over you made you want to moan. You’d turned it on and couldn’t turn it off.

“That’s it, baby girl,” he groaned, mouth hovering over yours so closely that you could feel his uneven breath hitting your face.

“Moan for me, sweetheart.”

That you did, just the intonation of his words making you whimper and whine.

“You’re so good Steve, you’re so good,” you whined, wrapping your legs around him, trying to push him as deep as you could go.

Your muscles were spasming, clenching down on his cock making Steve swear.

“I’m not gonna last much longer if you keep doing that,” he laughed breathlessly.

“Come on baby, cum,” you whispered, tightening around him again, “Want you to cum in me. Fill me up, put a baby in me.”

Sweet Jesus,” he moaned, hips becoming erratic.

You’d have to make note of that reaction much later when your brain wasn’t on the blink.

His hand snaked between your legs, making sure you were finishing with him.

Fireworks might as well have gone off in the room that was an intense as you both came, one sending the other off.

“Holy shit,” he murmured, we he’d finally caught his breath enough to speak.

His lips met yours briefly before smiling down at you.

“Talk about a confidence boost,” he chuckled.

He pulled out of you, already softening, but you had other plans beginning to brew in your mind.

“What can I say? You’re a great teacher,” you giggled, rubbing your hand along his cheek, “One more question though.”

He leaned into your palm, pulling back enough to kiss it.

“Hmm?”

“How long is it gonna take you to recover?” you smirked.

You didn’t miss the wicked gleam in his eye or the huskiness of his voice.

“Why?”

You reached down, wrapping your fingers around his cock feeling him respond instantly.

“Because I want to make you moan now.”

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Headcanons for @chantillymoon

This was really fun to do! I am currently up to episode 261 of One Piece (Water 7) so please keep that in mind while reading. Because I haven't officially met Brook yet, all of my headcanons are based on what I've read in fanfics and a bit of research so hopefully I'm not too far off.

Platonic headcanons on the rest of the Straw Hat crew can be found here!

Fandom: One Piece

Characters: Brook and Usopp x gn! Reader (separate and platonic)

I see Brook as someone who’s always got a song stuck in his head. And he’s going to make it everyone’s problem. But is it really a problem when he actually has the voice for it? Yes. Yes, it is. Especially when you’re listening to him humming the same part of that one song for the tenth time that day.

At the same time, he’s great to have around if you’ve got a song stuck in your head. Brook knows so many songs that you’d be hard pressed finding one he couldn’t sing for you. And if he doesn’t know the song, he’s pretty good at picking up tunes quickly.

Have sore muscles? Those bony fingers are great for digging into twisted muscles and sore spots. Brook may have gone through a lot because of his Devil Fruit but he’s glad he can do something with it to help his friends.

He’s got a surprisingly good eye for fashion…if he had eyes! In all seriousness, please take him with you next time you need to go shopping for clothes. Between him and Nami, you’ll get back to the ship with a whole new wardrobe full of amazing clothes that suit you perfectly.

Whether you’re quiet or talkative, Brook loves just being in your presence. If you’re on the quiet side, he likes the tranquillity of sitting in companionable silence with someone. And if you’re talkative, he enjoys listening to everything you have to say.

Similarly, Brook’s great to talk to if you want to get anything off your chest. He’s a good listener and won’t spread around anything you’ve told him unless he thinks it could harm the crew (even then, he’d most likely keep it secret for a while). He also gives really good advice.

Brook missed out on a lot during his time in the Florian Triangle so he enjoys having a younger friend to help bring him up to speed. That being said, he’s an absolute menace with the way he mixes slag from his era with modern day sayings. Think something along the lines of “oh, they know their onions, they're no noob” and "ok you cad, time to catch these hands".

If you want to learn how to play an instrument or sing, Brook is more than happy to help. He’s had decades of practice and, even though he’s a bit rusty at explaining things to others, he’s patient and dedicated to teaching you.

Everyone has that one artist friend. And Usopp definitely falls into that category. He’s constantly got a sketchbook with him and will draw anything and everything. If you’re also into art, you’ll definitely bond over that.

Will absolutely hid behind you in battle. Whether you’re taller than him or not, he feels comfortable enough around you to chose you as his hiding spot.

Makes up stories about your bravado and wild adventures as well. While the other straw hats might react badly to Usopp telling stories about them, even if they are meant to improve their reputation, he hopes you will react differently.

In the same manner, Usopp would love to practice his pre-battle speeches with you and get some feedback. He’s a theatre kid at heart but he needs someone he trusts to work on his lines with. As one of his closest friends (and someone hopefully less judgmental than Nami), you fit that description.

He is also the perfect person to tell you stories about the other straw hats, especially if you joined later. He’s an entertainer and, even if he exaggerates his role in events, you’re able to piece together their adventures to date.

Much like Brook, Usopp has a good eye for fashion, but more from the perspective of figuring out what colours and patterns go together. If you’re struggling to put together an outfit, he’s more than happy to give you his two cents worth.

Gossip buddies! If you like gossip or have a way of knowing things about people, you, Usopp, and Nami are the designated “gossip squad” of the straw hats. Usopp is always a good source of information, even if he tends to embellish sometimes.

If you have long hair and don’t feel like tying it up, Usopp should be your first port of call. Sure, Sanji’s amazing with styling hair but he’s usually busy in the kitchen and Nami and Robin usually wear theirs down. Usopp has the free time and skills to help you out. Fair warning though, he may get carried away by his creative tendencies.

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[frankcastlescumslut]

Scrambled Eggs

pairing: steve harrington x henderson sister!reader

word count: 4.5k

summary: you and Steve end up drinking a little too much after having a movie night with Dustin, so the only responsible thing is to make him stay the night, right? (mutual pining!!)

warnings: fluff, hurt/comfort (reader has a nightmare), alcohol consumption, maybe a little misogyny?, tiny ST4 spoilers

a/n: first steve fic slay!! nobody can convince me that he isn’t the dorkiest yet sweetest little baby girl in the world. I’ll die on this hill.

FEEDBACK/COMMENTS/REBLOGS/LIKES are always welcome <3

DO NOT STEAL, REPOST, OR TRANSLATE MY WORK. I WILL SMITE YOU.

“You’re telling me a baby survived that shit?”

“Sibling love is a powerful thing, Harrington.” Dustin’s hand meets Steve’s back with a loud clap as they exit the theater, seemingly to have forgotten your existence as they critique the newest movie.

“Yeah, well, hate to break it to you Dustin, but Sarah is better than me. I don’t know how she left the Goblin King.” Your laugh echoes from behind, and you nearly run into them as they abruptly stop in their tracks.

“Um, ouch?”

“The Goblin King? Really?” Steve turns to you, one eyebrow hooked so high it could’ve touched his hairline, his mouth an open frown. Your shoulders touch your ears as you shrug, unwilling to elaborate, and push past them with a smirk.

The door to the cinema swings open before you have an opportunity to push through- Steve had practically sprinted ahead to hold it open himself, and you bow your head ever so dramatically towards him as a chivalrous ‘thank you’. It started as an inside joke, they actually call you King Harrington? like, seriously?, and you had to keep the joke rolling, knowing that it got under his skin; so, you addressed him like royalty. Eventually, though, it became your thing.

“Thank you, my liege.”

“Tis a pleasure, my fair maiden.” He nods back to you, nearly letting the door close on your brother.

“You guys make me sick.” Dustin practically shouts as you head to Steve’s car.

You’d be lying if you said the rumors weren’t a little humorous. The entirety of Hawkins is convinced you and Steve are dating, never believing your protests. “we’re not dating! she’s my friend!” “we aren’t a thing! he’s my friend!”

Of course you were friends- you were kinda obligated to befriend the boy that saved your brother’s ass more times than he could count, and you weren’t exactly unhappy by how often you would see him. Maybe it was a tiny crush you weren’t willing to admit, or the hair, or just the way you owed him for your brother’s life, it didn’t matter; Steve was a part of your life as well.

It didn't help that your best friend Robin happened to work with Steve and get all of the details. I swear, he never shuts up about you. Seriously, I love you both and all, but man. There’s only so much I can take before wanting to bash my head in because of his annoying voice. You never believed her, always quick to clarify that he was just a good friend, but she would always react with the same hum and eye roll. You can’t even be mad! You’re the one who got us to hang out in the first place!

But the rumors circulated nonetheless. King Harrington with the weird Henderson sister. It looked strange from the outside- an unlikely pair for sure, but it felt familiar- comfortable. You just understood each other. As friends. That’s it. Definitely nothing else.

Until you would both plop onto the couch after finishing the box of pizza, his extra bits of crust left over because you had told him that’s the best part over a year ago. Or whenever he would nonchalantly take a sip of whatever drink you held in your hand at whatever party you were at while you talked to a friend- handing it back to you, fingers touching lightly. Or the way quick goodbyes from your door frame turned into you walking him to the front porch, closing the door behind you for some semblance of privacy. And then of course the blushing that you couldn’t hide when you would wave to him before your front door closed, knowing he would only leave after ensuring you were safe in your home. Or the way you both clung to each other after evading death one too many times in an alternate dimension, never failing to grab at each other's faces and body to make sure you really had survived.

So while it wasn’t an anomaly for your heart to beat out of your chest when your hands collided in the popcorn bowl, or how Steve’s pinky finger hooked under your own as you clutched the arm of the seat during a scary scene, you both were still stuck with a knot in your throats and a bad case of cotton mouth.

The spark was subtle, but it was there. Neither of you knew what to do- knew how to acknowledge the hidden feelings, knew if it was worth putting a name to whatever you were suppressing- especially when nothing was guaranteed. In a place like Hawkins where anything was possible, you didn’t want to face a reality where one of you could return from a nightmare without the other.

“I’m just… not following you here. The Goblin King?” Steve calls after you as you make your way through your house towards the kitchen.

“It’s not for you to understand Harrington!” The refrigerator door muffles your response as you grab a few beers from the fridge.

You miss the way Steve turns towards Dustin for reassurance, throwing his arms out in disbelief.

“Women are complicated, beautiful creatures.” Your little brother consoles your best friend with another slap on the back.

“Yeah, cause you know so much about that, right?” Static of a walkie talkie interrupted Steve’s remark.

“Damn right I do,” Dustin walks backwards, two fingers pointing between you and Steve, “be good, I’ll be watching.” You can’t help but laugh as a pillow smacks against your brother, and you catch the way Steve blushes at the insinuation, as if he hadn’t dreamt about it for the past year or so.

Hours pass by as if they were minutes. You both end up talking about whatever comes to mind- somehow always circling back to your fascination with Jareth, it’s the hair, Steven. Innocent giggles fill the room as your stomach feels a little fuller and your head feels a little lighter.

“The hair, really?” Steve slurs his words a little too much, and you both can’t help but try to hold a serious face, failing as soon as you make eye contact.

He attempts to push himself off of the couch in order to throw the empty bottles away, but loses his balance and falls back with a laugh.

“You. Stay. No way you’re driving” you turn to face him, emphasizing each word with a finger to his chest.

“No no no, I’ll be fine” he waves at you, but you don’t buy it.

“Absolutely not. Get in my bed” you boss him, his eyebrow raising with shock.

“Hey! I’m not that easy.”

“Not like that, perv” you lightly smack him and grab the bottles as you hoist yourself to your feet. “But really, you’re staying here. I don’t want you to drive tonight.”

“Yes ma’am” you blush as he obeys with a salute. “One condition. You get the bed, I get the couch.”

“No way, you’re the guest. You get the bed.”

“And you’re a woman. You get the bed or I sleep in the yard, final offer.” He raises his hands apologetically.

“You know,” you finally join him in the living room with a smirk on your face. “You could sleep in Dustin’s room, I’m sure he wouldn’t mind.”

“Have you lost your mind?” His eyes bug out of his head at the suggestion, causing you to laugh as you stumble behind the couch.

“Yeah, kinda.”

You start to collect blankets and pillows from the chest behind the sofa, unfolding and airing out the sheets and comforters. Steve grabs a blanket and follows your lead.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m… helping?“ His voice raises in pitch, surprised by the shock on your face.

“No you’re not, stop!” The blanket is snatched from his hands playfully. ”You’re the guest, king Harrington.” You wink at him as you throw a large comforter over the couch in usual fashion.

Although he enjoys your humor and the way you look out for him, he feels inadequate as he stands idly.

“Plus, I have a system.” His brow perks at your attempts to make him feel better.

“A system?”

“Yes, a system.” You say matter-of-factly. “For the perfect sleeping conditions.”

The fabric ruffles as you tuck it into the bottom cushions.

“First, you take all of the back cushions off and tuck a comforter instead of a sheet, like this.” You motion to what you’re currently doing.

“It adds more cushion and gives you more space. Then,” you grab the two firmest pillows you have before placing them in their correct spots. “You take two pillows like this and kinda put them at this weird angle, and then a long pillow goes this way to catch your leg.” Pillows completely hide the sofa at this point, “and then two soft pillows go right on top so it’s-“

“Like a nest.“ Your voices collide.

“Exactly.” You take a step back and beam at your perfect nest.

“How’d you come up with this system?” Crap. You hadn’t thought this through.

“Uh… personal experience.”

“Personal experience? Come on, you know you can’t lie to me.”

“I sleep on the couch.” You surrender, knowing that he was absolutely right- you were the worst liar in the world.

“What?” His voice sounds harsh and you wince slightly, but his face is painted with concern- his eyes soft.

“I, uh, can’t really sleep in my bed? Or go in my room, really. It just, uh…” you stumble over your words, embarrassed at the confession, not yet ready to meet your best friend’s face. Steve glances over your shoulder and sees the untouched room, confirming your statement.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know.”

“No, no, it’s okay. You don’t have to-“

“Where are you going to sleep if I’m on the couch then?” He noticed the way your face burned, clearly uncomfortable at the vulnerability and he tried to amend the situation by changing the subject, suppressing his longing to hold you in his arms. Admittedly, you hadn’t really thought about the answer.

“Good question” you laugh dryly. “I’ll call robin or something?”

“No!” he clears his throat, trying to hide his distaste for the change of plans. “No, really. I’ll sleep on the floor, you take the couch.”

“Steve-“

“Seriously. Lay down.” You give your best pout, somewhat teetering, but the hands on his hips tells you he’s serious.

“One condition,” you mimic his previous words. “You at least get on the couch too.” You’re not sure what got into you- guilt? maybe a teeny bit of desire? Regardless, whatever plan you were currently pulling out of your ass, it was working.

“Deal.” He agreed with a blush.

“Deal. Just, give me a second. I’ll look for some clothes or something.”

You disappear into the confines of your room, and he paces around the living room with a flushed face and hands running through his thick hair. Get it together, man. It’s just one night, she’s just making sure you don’t drive. Just one night. C’mon… He fights with himself, unwilling to entertain the possibility that you could possibly have feelings for him.

Meanwhile, your thoughts practically mirror his own from the seclusion of your room. It’s just one night. He’s been drinking, it’s not weird. He just can’t drive, that’s all. You rummage through your drawers looking for anything that Steve could possibly wear before landing on some long forgotten boyfriend’s sweatpants.

“It’s not much, but, here,” you shove the clothes into Steve’s sturdy chest. “You can change in my room, I’ll be right back.” Reality sank in as you practically ran to the bathroom with warmed cheeks.

He glances down at the clothes before watching the bathroom door hide your body- his hand nervously resting on the doorknob to your bedroom.

It’s not what he expects, to say the least. It’s… empty. Nothing hangs on your walls, nothing rests on your dressers or bedside table. The only sign of life comes from the articles of clothes hanging out of your drawers and a framed picture of you and Dustin at some summer camp. Dust collects on every flat surface- it's like a ghost resides in your room, and his heart breaks at the realization.

He pulls on the clothes with ease, trying not to wonder how you came into possession of men’s sweat pants. I’m not jealous, just curious, he has to convince himself before chuckling at the way the t-shirt mimics a crop top.

His feet bring him to the living room, and reality punches him in the gut.

He huffs as he paces throughout the living room, quickly blowing into the palm of his hand before breathing in to assess his breath. The hem of the shirt tugs in his grasp as he realizes how much skin is showing, afraid you would interpret it as a suggestive move. He opts to curl into the corner of the couch, hiding as much of himself as he could.

You weren’t expecting to find him so tense and leaned into the arm of the sofa. You also weren’t expecting to feel nauseous nervous as you approached quietly, wishing your sleep shorts and shirt offered a little more coverage. It’s just Steve, don’t be ridiculous. It’s just Steve.

You lightly fake a cough to announce your arrival, shying away as you watch his neck and cheeks redden, his eyes growing wide as he takes you in. You looked even more beautiful, if that were even possible, and he definitely tried to not linger on the exposed skin of your thighs.

“Here,” you had quickly shuffled towards the chest of blankets before handing him your favorite pillow and the softest blanket you had. He noticed the way your own cheeks warmed at the closeness and huffed a shy ‘thank you’.

He watched as you climbed onto the couch at the opposite end, mirroring his own position. You hoped you hadn’t made him uncomfortable by your current state and lack of clothing. Maybe telling him about the nightmares was a mistake and scared him away, or maybe you were just being particularly selfish and a coward, afraid of a bedroom- afraid of what you would lose if you let comfort in.

“I meant it when I said lay down.” His voice makes you jump as he interrupts your internal monologue.

“You’re not even laying down.”

“Well I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.” He throws his arms towards you.

“Well I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.” You admit, holding the same impatient tone.

“I’m not uncomfortable.”

“Well I’m not uncomfortable either.” It’s silent for a moment as you chew on your cheek, holding each other’s stare. There’s some kind of buzzing energy that fills the space between your bodies, and you finally cave.

“Damn it, Steve” you groan, rolling your eyes dramatically. “Just get over here already.”

You try not to laugh at how quickly he moves towards you, but you’re silenced when you notice the skin of his exposed stomach, happy trail peeking beneath the waistband of the grey sweats. Your cheeks burned and some unfamiliar feeling stirred within you, but you pushed it away as he shuffled behind you.

Oh God, oh God, oh God his mind chants as you curl away from him, your backside nearing his crotch.

Oh God, oh God, oh God you’re practically sweating as you attempt to get comfortable, thankful that he had no way of seeing the way your cheeks burned.

Steve throws the blanket over you, carefully tucking it in between your bodies, before closing the gap, praying he doesn’t get a boner. You feel the way his body tenses behind you; his hands find their place between his knees, and his forehead rests in between your shoulders.

The air stills in the living room as you both awkwardly lay against the other, afraid to even breathe. You feel the way his foot shakes, causing your own leg to shake with him.

“You can touch me, you know.”

“What?” He feels like the air was knocked out of his lungs.

“Not like that, you perv” you chuckle at his reaction, not willing to let your mind go there.

“I can’t even see you but I know you’re uncomfortable like that.” you attempt to twist your body some to find his face, only to press your back into him even further. “I don’t bite” He watches the way your head turns ever so slightly to reassure him, and he gently places his arm around you, sighing as he’s able to adjust finally.

“Is this okay?” It’s barely a whisper, but he has to ask.

“Yes, are you okay?” Your heart pounds in your chest as his breath tickles your neck.

“I’m great.”

“Hi, great. Nice to meet you.”

“Shut up” His knee nudges into the back of your leg as you giggle to yourselves, sleep pulling your eyelids close.

“Go to sleep.” You can hear the smile as he closes his eyes, resting his head above yours.

“You go to sleep.”

“You first.” You smile as his voice deepens and his hold on your waist tightens ever so lightly- the darkness behind your eyes suddenly becomes comfortable.

The clock strikes match the rhythm of your pounding heartbeat. Your head whips back and forth as your vision clears, red fog swirling around your frame. The ground beneath your feet squelches as you turn slowly, looking around for any sign of life. Your name being called from an invisible source startles you, causing your chest to heave in anticipation.

“This is your fault.” The deep voice growls, your body turning in circles to locate it.

“You sat there, watching.” Footsteps thud behind you.

“You watched your brother and friends sacrifice themselves, and you didn’t.”

“No, no this isn’t real.” Your voice trembles and your feet refuse to move.

“You watched like a coward.” His voice is behind you.

“I didn’t. You’re not real. This is a dream.”

“You watched, and they died.”

“This is a dream!” Your voice shrieks at your desperation.

Tree-like structures resemblant of rotten flesh shoot up from the ground, forcing you to open your eyes. Thick ropes support your best friend’s body to the post, tightening around his neck.

“No! No no no! Steve!” The sound of his name coming from your voice wakes him with a jolt. His heart stops as you shriek, afraid he may have squeezed you too tightly or even worse, you’ve changed your mind about him staying and were uncomfortable.

He grows stiff and pushes himself away from your curled body, waiting for you to call him a pervert or a freak and kick him out. It takes him a second to come to, and he watches the way your fingers grip into the couch cushion and your eyes squeeze shut. Your forehead is damp with sweat and your curled body shakes as you sob.

“Take me! Take me instead! Please!” His hands hover over your body as you sob beneath him. He knows the risks of

waking someone up during a nightmare, but his heart nearly cracked in two at the sight of you. His eyes are wild as he anticipates your mom or brother coming to help, but he notices the towels placed against the doors- sound proof. This was a normal occurrence.

“Dont hurt him! Take me! Please, no! Steve!“ his heart lurches at your desperation in your voice.

“Hey hey hey, wake up,” he whispers. “It’s just a dream, it’s not real.” He strokes your face, hoping it’s enough to wake you from your torment

“C’mon, c‘mon wake up, it’s okay! I’m here! You’re safe!”

“Steve! Please!”

“Sweetheart,” the pet name slips through his lips “it’s just a dream, it’s not real.” Worry etches into his features as he turns you on your back, his palm cradling your face.

“I’m here! You’re safe and I’m here. It’s okay. Wake up, sweetheart, it’s okay.” He’s equally shocked and relieved as your eyes shoot open and you gasp for a breath while scrambling to a sitting position.

“Hey hey hey, you’re okay, you’re okay.” He’s in front of you now; no rope around his neck.

“Steve?” Your lip wobbles.

“It’s me, I’m here.”

“Is this real?” Your voice cracks as you try to reach out and touch him, just to make sure. He holds your wrist gently before pressing your palm to his cheek, his own hand cupping the softness of your cheek.”

“It’s real. You’re real. It was just a dream-“ He’s caught off guard at the way you throw yourself at him, clinging to his frame as if he were about to slip away.

Your shirt bunches in his grip as he holds you, afraid that you would turn into a ghost if he let go.

“I’m so sorry.” He whispers into your shoulder as tears threaten to spill. It’s too familiar- these types of embraces were too familiar.

“I thought I lost you. I-“ you stutter, “I thought you were dead and,” you hiccup into him and your body heaves with each sob.

“I'm not dead. I’m safe and so are you, I promise.” he rubs your back in soothing circles.

“Just breathe with me, okay?” you try your best and relax into him, following the steady rhythm of his heart that pounds in his chest.

“There you go,” he soothes you. “It’s okay. You’re safe.” The embarrassment hits as you become aware of your condition. You pull away from him, your head hanging low in shame, shying away from his gaze.

“Hey, it’s okay,” He leans to meet your face and you wipe a tear with the back of your hand. ”We’re okay, okay?” Your head nods automatically, and you relish in his tenderness.

”I’ll be right back, okay? Gonna get you some water-” your hand wraps around his wrist as he tried to stand, his gaze softening at the touch.

“Alright, you’re comin’ with me then.”

Your house was like a second home to Steve, so he had no issue locating your favorite mug before filling it with water. It’s silent in the small space of the kitchen. The water soothes your sore throat as you lean against the counter while taking small sips, wishing you could curl into yourself and disappear.

Steve’s heart breaks as he watches over you, finally putting the pieces together. Now it makes sense as to why you don’t have a curfew, why you drink coffee at the wrong time, why you always declined Robin’s invitations to a sleepover, why he was only allowed to come over in the afternoons. This was a normal occurrence.

You don’t say anything as you press off of the counter and head to the living room, hoping to gain a few extra hours of sleep. Steve gently shuffles around you, careful not to frighten you, before adjusting the sheets and pillows like you had shown him earlier. The thoughtfulness of his actions softens something inside of you, but the way he sits back against the cushions and extends his arms out towards you breaks something entirely.

Whatever guards you had put up, whatever boundaries you had established, whatever lies you kept telling yourself simply flew out the window. You were done pretending that everyone else- every rumor and gossip that filled your weird town- had been wrong, when really, you were afraid that they were right.

You fall into him with ease, hooking your leg over his waist and pulling yourself impossibly closer with an arm strewn across his chest. You practically laid on top of him, but he would never complain, even if his arm tingled with numbness below.

“I have em too, you know.” Fingertips trail over your back as you relax into him, his voice barely above a whisper.

“You do?”

“Yeah. They used to happen every night but they've slowed down.”

“What’s your secret?” You crane your neck in an attempt to look at him.

You.

“Luck, maybe?” He laughs through his nose and you sigh into him, not completely content with his answer.

“I’m sorry.”

“Sorry?“ He adjusts his head slightly, wishing he could see your face. “For what?”

“That you had to see me like that.” You groan.

“Like what? An ugly mess?” His stomachs contracts as he huffs out a laugh.

“Hey,” you weakly hit his chest

”I’m kidding. You’re a very pretty mess”

“Like that’s much better?” you chuckle

“Let me try again,” he clears his throat dramatically. “Hear ye hear ye, here lies your majesty, queen Henderson, the most beautiful mess any man or woman of Hawkins will ever see!” You can hear the smile from below and your heart flutters at the compliment.

“God, you’re such a loser, but I’ll take it.” You strain your neck to place a chaste kiss to his jawline before quickly receding back to the safety of his chest.

You definitely notice the way his heart thunders below your ear, but you don’t mention it- yours was doing the exact same. It’s quiet as he rubs your back and his fingers scratch at your scalp lightly.

“It’s gonna be okay, okay? I promise.” You lift a pinky up to him, and he hooks it back with sincerity.

—————

“Well I’ll be damned!” A white flash of light rudely pulls you from your sleep, and you flinch at the loud voice.

“Mom, get in here!” You’re hardly able to squint your heavy eyes open, and Steve grumbles below you, his hands instinctively grabbing onto you as you stir. Dustin stands in front of you with the most shit-eating grin possible, a polaroid developing in one hand that rests on his hip.

“Dustin, go away!” You push your arm out towards your brother with closed eyes, sleep holding your body against Steve’s.

“No way! I was wondering how long it was gonna take before one of you guys caved! Jesus, mom had mentioned something about eggs drying up, and-“

“Henderson, shut up!“ Steve runs a large hand over his face, fingers press into his closed eyes, his other arm still firm against your back. “What time is it?”

“Damn it!!” Your mom’s shrill voice fills the room as she runs in and stops at the threshold. Steve shoots straight up, effectively flinging you away in the process, at the sight of your mom.

“Mrs. Henderson! I swear nothing-“

“Here.” She sounds disappointed as she reluctantly hands Dustin a twenty dollar bill.

“Did you guys-“ Your brows form a line as you take in the scene playing out in front of your eyes.

“Place bets? Yes. Since last year. Now if you don’t mind me, I will be making a call and playing tax collector.” Dustin bows dramatically. “Thank you both for your cooperation.”

You watch as your brother runs to his room, the static of walkie talkies and muffled yells, Guys! Come in! The eggs have hatched! I repeat, the eggs have hatched!, can be heard from the living room.

The couch huffs as you both lean against the frame, admiring the way sleep clings to your features. You can’t help but laugh at the way pieces of his hair disobey gravity.

“I think they’re talking about my ovaries.”

“Yeah, they totally are.”

a/n: thank you for the love on this!!!! I decided to make a little universe for them so here’s like a little part 2 :)

#steve harrington x henderson!sister reader #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington hurt/comfort #steve harrington #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington fanfiction #st4 #st4 fanfic

[adyophene]

Hello ! I just have a little question, how do we start drawing ? I want go draw but idk how to start- any suggestion ? Or, if for starting it's better to do it with tutos, any tutorial to recommend ?

Have a great day !

Oooh, this is a tough question to answer! I suppose one the best pieces of advice I have is to figure out, before anything, what you are hoping to draw. What style, what tones, what media.

I have a feeling this might get long, so I will throw the rest under a readmore.

For me, when I started taking my art a little more seriously (I never went to art school or anything) I just focused on finding both tutorials on the fundamentals, and finding tutorials that focused on the aspects of art that interested me, which were animation and cartooning!

They go hand-in-hand, after all, and you'll find you end up honing in on the tutorials that coincide with your interests! IE- I ended up doing a lot of figure, and expression drawing because they would help me express emotion and movement better! I also spent so, so long just training my hand to be a bit more confident with drawing steady lines just because I loved the look of clean line-work!

So try to identify what your personal draw towards art is! By doing both something you like, as well as focusing the basics, I found that, at least in my personal experience, it put me in a positive feedback loop where I could keep seeing results in exactly the type of art I was interested in! And, once you start to feel confident, that is when you start adding in little bits of study from fields you might struggle with! A 90/10 split on what you're comfortable with and then what is new is usually a good way to go about it! Weirdly enough, though I don't watch him, I saw that the youtuber pewdiepie actually had a really good set of videos where he started from being a complete beginner and improving his art over 100 days. I believe its an absolutely great watch for a new artist, because he really does a great job in showing what a brand new journey into art can look like, and explains what he thinks each day. I think my favorite line was, 'after 24 days, I was finally having fun' because that can really sum up the new artist experience. It will absolutely be a slog at times, and can be really disheartening, but when you start to see progress, becomes so, SO fun.

Here is the link to the first vid, https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CMLEudGbxQk and his second https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MJDtQTTAogk

ALSO- this was just the first video that came to mind because I watched it recently. I would recommend finding other videos about people learning to draw, or doing 30-100-365 day challenge videos. As for my personal favorite channels for art tutorials (though keep in mind, I haven't watched them in a few years ;-;, I need to study again);

There were a number of others that I wish I could link as well, but I am struggling to remember them. I hope any of that is helpful. My own art journey has been very long, and non linear, and I have to say, I'm not even satisfied with my own art! Its a endless mountain to climb, but it is so worth it to do! And lastly, I want to say thank you so much for sending this ask, you've made me dig back in to artists I used to study, and made me want to really focus back in on my own improvement!

#not art

[writingquestionsanswered]

I'm planning a story that is supposed to be both character-driven and plot-driven. The main characters fight against antagonists who use a powerful object unethically; they also grow as people by bow out of their obsession with success. Though I easily figure out the external conflict events, I'm having a lot of trouble deciding the "whats", "whens" and "hows" of the moments that will transform them and let them be better by the end of the story. Do you have advice to plan the internal conflict?

Planning Character Growth with External Conflict

Figuring out the what/when/how of character growth in relation to the external conflict is all about understanding how the external conflict will challenge the beliefs that lead to their external conflict. But first, you need to make sure you have an actual internal conflict, because being obsessed with success is a character flaw, but not a conflict. Internal conflict needs... well, conflict, so there has to be some opposition there. One helpful way to figure this out is to look at the central flaw and figure out what misbelief led to this flaw. So, what misbelief leads this character to believe they need to be successful? What is it that they wrongly believe about themselves, other people, or their world that makes them think they must be successful? Then, what is something within them that's pulling them in the other direction? Like, maybe they believe they need to be successful but they also really just want a quiet, low key life. That's the "conflict" part of the internal conflict.

Once you have the internal conflict figured out, you can start to look at ways that the external conflict will challenge that belief or misbelief. So, for example, how does their fight against the antagonist (who is using the powerful object unethically) challenge their belief that they must be successful? As they come up against obstacles placed by the antagonist and fight against them, how do those experiences make them realize the truths about success that they need to understand in order for their belief system to change?

What I like to do is draw out a timeline on a piece of paper and stick in all the major events of the external conflict. Then, for each one, I think about what the character experiences internally with each event and try to figure out how those experiences challenge their beliefs and start to change them. Ultimately, they're going to change little by little as they move toward the climax, so that during the climax--when they face the antagonist/resolve the external conflict once and for all, they have an opportunity to prove how they've truly changed. So, maybe during the final showdown with the antagonist, the MC has the powerful object in their hand... and there's nothing that would give them success like being in possession of this powerful object--and the old them would have absolutely taken that object and run--but the new them, who now knows they don't need to be successful (or at least their definition of success has changed for the better) is easily able to let go of the object, thus proving they're no longer obsessed with success.

I hope that makes sense! ♥

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[kimdokja-real]

This showed up on my dash today and immediately made me think of Bottom Yoo Joonghyuk and Top Kim Dokja Granted, it's not totally capturing the "KDJ can be the strong one" (cuz he's definitely worked several days in his life) and the (very important and I would love to see more of this) "YJH deserves to be taken care of/is loved" but like... the vibes are there, right?

'fancylad boy-king type' Kim Dokja is literally a Demon King! Demon Kings are dominant and powerful, not a false sense of power only to make it hot when he bottoms (like what most JoongDok is like when Kim Dokja is legitimately powerful).

Yoo Joonghyuk definitely deserves to be taken care of and loved! Gonna write a post about how Yoo Joonghyuk should be appreciated more.

And I literally don't know, maybe it's the image, they can't see or it's hard to picture a muscular man at the bottom, and a slender man at the top (he's gonna enhance his body to save Yoo Joonghyuk though) but to be honest I look for personality and Yoo Joonghyuk's rough, gruff, cold personality makes him a very cute bottom. Cold but when he's bottom, he gets all hot and flustered, it's so cute. It's the moe gap. And Kim Dokja's sly messing with people personality makes him a hot top.

It is always this way, not only for Kim Dokja and Yoo Joonghyuk. For a bigger male and smaller male yaoi pairing (when seriously, Kim Dokja is almost freaking 180cm, just 4cm away, he isn't small, he isn't that smaller than Yoo Joonghyuk.) There are certain things people especially girls want to see in their favourite characters (I mean yaoi is originally made for women), from their own experience likely and there will be self-projecting (or just writing off own experiences?) to a point it's only human and it's for some reason easier to see the more slender man bottoming. Because it's that way in yaoi manga, and guys are stereotypically masculine too I guess.

But yaoi manga is fetishization of gay people and pairings, just for people to enjoy the sex scenes, and for female empowerment in Japan (I did a paper on that!), maybe a little cute romance, and it may not be the same for an actual male-male couple. But people have their kinks and from yaoi manga, most just automatically see the more masculine guy topping and the slender guy bottoming.

Also Kim Dokja is much more popular and loved than Yoo Joonghyuk as a character, most people prefer their favourite character bottoming. It's not even about his personality but people's preferences. There's also a kink of the intelligent one bottoming and being out of sorts, losing himself in pleasure too, which is what a lot of JoongDok end up with. I actually do understand that kink, I had it for Orihara Izaya from Durarara, but I made sure to keep him in character enough. (To the extent people said my writing was like the novel that Izaya acted like Izaya from the novel, and yeah generally people don't do that, I'm an analyst so it's different and I can analyze a writing style and write it but the point is to try. Anyway I've gotten the same feedback from Dokjoong fans too so I'm glad.) And even though Kim Dokja is an intelligent maybe vulnerable character, I just prefer him as Top, because he'd be a really unique top. (Which Top is self-deprecating yet desires? Only Kim Dokja.)

Kim Dokja being OOC in most JoongDok fics reminds me of Orihara Izaya being OOC in most Shizaya fics. Er so Izaya is just an intelligent character like Kim Dokja, he claims to love humans and people, girls like him a lot, he's kind of cool as the villain and mastermind but he's slender and girls love to make him cute. He was the most popular character of the anime. This guy was so popular even people who didn't watch the show knew him from cosplays and memes. And people would ask what anime is he from.

I'll be honest and say I shipped the more popular pairing Shizaya (Izaya the more slender one on the bottom) so I enjoyed those fics at first when I entered the fandom and just wanted more (which I think is how a lot of JoongDok shippers feel), but eventually I grew bored of them because it was always the same thing. Protective Shizuo and cute Izaya (no idea where his intelligence went), and I just wrote my own. I still shipped the more slender one on the bottom but my favourite was actually Shizuo not Izaya lol, but when Izaya was top he didn't treat Shizuo well, so I shipped Izaya the more slender one on the bottom. JoongDok really reminds me of Shizaya, which is actually a fairly popular pairing. People knew the pairing even if they didn't know the anime Durarara. Like how people thought Omniscient Reader was BL because of JoongDok. But for Izaya, he acted as a girl online in canon while for Yoo Joonghyuk and Kim Dokja, it's not Kim Dokja who was a girl, it was Yoo Joonghyuk who was a girl in canon. So why is Yoo Joonghyuk not bottom? ...Pretty confusing for me.

People asked me a lot about Izaya, a lot, to the extent that I had to create an FAQ on my tumblr blog for Izaya analyses. Even though my favourite was Shizuo and people knew that. People asked me on Shizuo too but there were less. I bet if I shipped JoongDok, and did analyses on Kim Dokja, and wrote JoongDok fics, I would get people asking about Kim Dokja, the point is, it's just the character really. It's just the character popularity that leads to content being created in the way they're seen as. When you have such a beloved character that people go back to the novel and try to analyze it or remember certain scenes or just want to see more of him, that character is bound to be bottom. Because bottoms are loved and Kim Dokja is loved. People want Kim Dokja to be loved. Especially with his huge sacrifice, and taking on everything alone. (But I will say Kim Dokja can still be loved as a Top.)

(And I have a standard of Yoo Joonghyuk being loved at least for my own work, he needs to be IC enough.)

Sorry, just reminiscing about shipping a popular pairing. But Dokjoong is worth it.

So I believe it has almost nothing to do with Kim Dokja's and Yoo Joonghyuk's characters at all but because Kim Dokja is a super popular and loved character. Is shorter, has a slender body type like in yaoi, etc.

And, from my experience shipping a similar pairing to JoongDok, Kim Dokja is way too smart. He's highly intelligent, and people have trouble writing his intelligence. Kim Dokja is a mastermind character, and how are you supposed to write a mastermind character accurately with his intelligence? Most people aren't masterminds, haha. Anyway, just saying since the same thing happened with Izaya, he was the mastermind villain, too intelligent, and people couldn't write him accurately (people even thanked me for analyzing him so they could understand him!), so they just made him cute and somewhat cool and too angsty which was OOC, and made his partner Shizuo a brute who was rough, lustful and glaring (reminds me of JoongDok Yoo Joonghyuk.) which Izaya would always give into (even though he taunted Shizuo in canon).

And I think people just want something simple. So a cliche simple dynamic such as cold, rough top and submissive sly bottom draws many people. People in fandoms generally don't look for complicated things, they just want something easy to love, and angst (no matter what fandom or character, angst is always very popular. Angst is a given.).

Lastly, Kim Dokja is a lonely character, repressing his feelings, like Izaya, and it makes people who love him want him to be bottom and loved even more.

Just speaking about my experience with a similar ship lol.

(By the way if anyone is interested, Durarara is an anime about a teenage boy moving to a new city, meeting his friend, and discovering its mysteries, secrets and urban legends and being involved with a huge gang called the Dollars. Izaya is the mastermind villain. He pulls the strings behind the scenes and is incredibly intelligent. It's a great anime with more than 1 season, I recommend it and the light novels.)

When, when you think about it, doesn't it make more sense for the loyal one to bottom since, well he's loyal and will give the one he serves anything he wants. (It'll be hot too)

i think I said a bit much but the person asked why so I thought of...Why.

Also like imagine Yoo Joonghyuk crying, maybe because he's tired or hurt at Kim Dokja's words, Kim Dokja would freak out and wonder what the hell he did wrong, and - and it would be character development and exploring Kim Dokja's self-deprecating character like 'I made Yoo Joonghyuk cry, I deserve to die' 'Why do I care so much?' like vulnerable Yoo Joonghyuk can really activate Kim Dokja's character, Kim Dokja exploring his character, exploring Kim Dokja's character!

You know, there are rare exceptions, I've spoken about this before but ChildeZhongli from Genshin Impact, Zhongli who was so loved even by 'dude bros' (would bang his female form, yes he had one) was unequivocally bottom in the ChildeZhongli relationship, but when I searched them this year, ZhongliChilde was suddenly more than ChildeZhongli in A03! Well..........I think it's because Childe got much more loved as a character, so people wanted to see him as bottom more, since he appears everywhere in Genshin. I'm hoping the same thing will happen with Kim Dokja and Yoo Joonghyuk, as the manga comes out, maybe people will love Yoo Joonghyuk more. I don't know how since people said the webtoon people don't like Yoo Joonghyuk, taking away his scenes but somehow...maybe. (Genshin fans are much more open-minded than other fans in general though..........they ship almost every pairing and whatever kink but.........somehow, perhaps.)

For me, it's DokJoong because it's Kim Dokja who loves Yoo Joonghyuk the most.

This totally suits Dokjoong, Thanks for sharing! If you wanna talk more about Dokjoong or rant about why feel free to message me privately.

Now this may encourage me to make a post on why I don't ship JoongDok...

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