#task: 143

[kedreeva]

Ha! Your asks work from this angle :) I did my dishes to encourage you!

heck they're working from this angle too, I've written so much today already lol every time I'm like what if I got distracted, I have to stop and be like no Ked, people are Doing Things so that you'll write, get it together. Anyway, more dishes, yay!!!

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It was just so peaceful, watching Kai and Dalton banter back and forth, watching Rhiley moon over Sam, and Sam smile softly at the life beneath her skin. It felt like home used to, like they didn’t have to be related to be family. The idea comforted him as much as it threatened to send him into a tailspin of panic.

They were a family.

They were a pack, and that made him wonder just how wrong they’d really been about the rest of the world.

Maybe they had been wrong this whole time, and this was what it was like for werewolf packs, too.

#asks #100 task challenge #the final pack #143 to go #I'm enjoying watching that number go down #but it's such a big number lol #i hope someone out there is enjoying the story #this is.... chapter 5 I think #yeah chapter 5

[rykeranderscharacterstudy]

C/S April 6, 2023

Additional Task 143

#ryker anders #additional task 143 #character study #cancer

[harlow-jackson]

Spring is in the air.

#Harlow Jackson #Additional Task 143 #Spring

[hyuuukais]

-`♡´ - APARTMENT 143

pairing -> lee minho x reader

synopsis -> after a bad breakup, y/n needs to find a new place to live. although she's grateful for her best friend, up-and-coming model hwang hyunjin, for letting her stay at his, she can't keep living with him and his model roommates. so when an opening for somewhere nearby with cheap rent opens up, she jumps on it, despite knowing next to nothing about the 3 other tenants, only that one owns 3 cats. the three quickly learn of her breakup, determined to help get her back on her feet. but what happens when one of them begins to develop feelings?

warnings -> gen, y/n overthinks a lot and isn't very nice or forgiving to herself, food, y/n panicking & hyperventilating, food, blood, suggestive near end

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CHAPTER TWELVE -> FAILED ROMANTIC ESCAPADES (partially written, wc: 1.5k)

"Hey, hey, hey." Minho cups your face hesitantly, wiping the stream of tears flooding from your eyes. You're hyperventilating, gasping for air by the time he's arrived to help you as the pan of burnt food lies off to the side. "Here."

He takes a hand and places it on his chest, breathing in deeply and encouraging you to do the same. You try, but its shaky and and you start coughing. A hand comes down to rub your back and you don't even notice how close you are, finally starting to focus on the rise and fall of Minho's chest. Once you've started to calm, he lets his hand fall off of your back, leaving the one clasping yours to him.

"Go sit down," he orders and you try to protest. "No, I don't want to hear it. Go sit and destress with the cats while I salvage this."

"There's no salvaging that," you say, pointing to the charred, inedible... lump on the stovetop.

"So I'll make something new."

Sitting on the couch, you debate texting Soobin and calling the whole thing off, but he's already on the way and the scent of food cooking wafts over you. You feel fucking awful. First, you mess up the date, if you can call it that, before it even started, and now you've guilted Minho into helping you when he was probably in the middle of doing something. What he's making smells delicious and you feel even worse.

"How long?" Minho calls out from the kitchen. The apartment is fairly open, only an island separating that part from the living room you're in.

"Twenty minutes, give or take."

"Touch up your makeup, you cried it all off." Your face reddens. "And wear that pink shirt you have."

"The one with the ribbon?" You ask, confused why he knows your closet.

"No, not that one. The other one with the heart."

"Why?"

"Because it's nice," he says, still focused on the task at hand. "You look nice in it."

You don't know how to respond so you go to look for the shirt he mentioned. It's hanging up in your freshly organized closet, colour coordinated to help you find things easier. Taking it off the hanger, you change quickly and re-emerge to see Minho plating what looks like a professional dish.

Soobin is never going to believe you made that. Your heart drops and you start fiddling with your fingers, standing at the edge if the kitchen and staring as he finishes up. Unwelcome tears prickle at your eyes again, breath picking up slightly. Minhi catches your eye, coming over and looking down at you. His hand comes up to the back of your head, patting your hair, and somehow this helps you calm down.

"He's not going to think I made that," you admit.

"Why not? There are dirty dishes in the sink." Minho turns your face gently to look. "Who says you can't be a Michelin chef in your spare time?"

"Shut up," you push his hand away, barely containing a smile.

"There's our girl," he sighs. "Now, you know-"

A knock at the door, it opens seconds later, a tall man walking in. "Y/n? I know you said to just walk in but I feel weird so I'm still going to wait for you by the door."

"Oh my god." You look to where Soobin's voice came from, back at Minho, gripping your panic by the throat and shoving it away. "He'll see you if you go to your room and I said no one would be home."

"I can hide-"

"Behind the island!" You push him away quickly as you hear footsteps approaching. Turning around, you see Soobin hesitantly walking in. "Hey! I was just um... finishing getting everything ready! Yeah, that's what I was doing. I, uh, still need to get drinks though. What do you like? We have a bit of red wine left, sparkling water, regular water, and some pop too. Unless you don't want a drink! But hydration is important."

Your voice becomes small nearing the end of your rambling, internally cringing at yourself, but Soobin just smiles and takes off his coat. "Regular water is fine."

Nodding, you go to the side of the island Minho is on. He's crouched against the side, looking up at you as you open the fridge door. When you turn back around with the jug of water, you can see Soobin rounding the corner and panic, nearly dropping the jug as you kick Minho's leg, silently telling his to go around to the other side. He glares at you, but crawls away just as Soobin joins you, a small smile on his face. Sweat clings to your skin as you set the jug down, sending Soobin a tight smile as you reach for two glasses. They're just too high, but you're determined, which does not end well. One glass is close enough to the edge that you can grab it smoothly, but the other is shoved and falls onto the counter, glass flying.

"Oh my god!" You step back, setting the glass behind you and pushing Soobin away with your other hand. "Stand here, I'll sweep this up. I'm so sorry."

You're trying hard not to cry again at this point, so overwhelmed and overstimulated that you feel like you'll burst. The glass cleans up easy enough, but you still feel terrible.

"Y/n, you're bleeding."

"What?" You look down at the hand you just threw the glass out with and see a small cut running under your pointer and middle fingers. "Shit, okay, um, I'll be right back."

"Oh, okay," Soobin leans out of your way as you rush past him.

"Get it together," you say to yourself as you close the bathroom door, breathing in through your nose and out through your mouth. "Patch it up and get back out there. Calm the fuck down."

And you do just that, slapping a bandage onto the wound and stepping back out. With another deep breath, you reenter the kitchen.

"Ready to eat?" You plaster a smile on your face, taking the dishes and setting them on the coffee table. "We usually eat at the island, but I thought the couch would be nicer for tonight since the seats are comfier. Is that okay? We can eat at the island if you prefer. Or even up on the rooftop, we have a picnic table up there-"

"The couch is fine," Soobin cuts you off. "Really."

You laugh nervously, watching Minho crawl back to the other side as Soobin joins you on the couch. As you eat and make small talk, you become more comfortable, laughing freely at his jokes and even making your own. After you're done, he compliments the food and a wave of guilt runs through you, but you push it down and suggest a movie. Out of the corner of you eye, you see Minho trying to escape the kitchen, so you fully divert Soobin's attention to the TV, allowing Minho to stop being an unintentional third wheel. Not that this is a date.

This is how you end up snuggled into Soobin's chest, his arms wrapped around your waist as the credits roll. It's dark outside, the sun having set while the movie was still going. You yawn, looking up at him with a sleepy smile that he returns, ruffling your hair a bit and making you giggle.

"I had a good time tonight," he says, and you swear his eyes flickered down to your lips, but maybe you're being delusional.

"Me too, we should do this again sometime."

"I can think of something else I'd like to do again," he smirks and you blush.

"You know we can't-"

"They don't have to know." Soobin uses a finger to lift your chin, barely a breath away from his soft lips now. "We don't have to say anything. I know you like me Y/n, and I like you too."

Your heart is racing as he closes the distance between you, mouths moving together in a rhythm. He slowly moves you onto your back, the hand on your waist traveling down to your hip, toying with your waistband as he hovers over you and deepens the kiss. As his thumb dips under the waistband, it sets in what's happening and the feeling of guilt washes back over you, pushing him off you harshly with a hand to his chest.

Sitting up too quickly, your head spins. A hand is on your cheek, turning you to face the man next to you, but everything is too much and you smack it away. Soobin furrows his eyebrows and retracts his hand.

"I think I should go," he says, voice low.

You don't say anything as he gets up or when he slides his shoes and coat on. All you can do is stare at your hands, skin hot and tingly all over. When you hear the door open, your head finally shoots up to see Soobin leaving.

"I'm sorry-" You get up, but he's already out the door. You stare at the wood, wishing there wasn't something wrong with you.

notes -> i wanna hug yn. so, her family is coming into the picture here... doesn't seem like the greatest dynamic.

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#-`♡´ - APARTMENT 143 #stray kids smau #skz smau #non idol au #stray kids #skz #lee know #lee know smau #lee minho smau #lee know x reader #lee minho x reader #lee know x fem reader #lee minho x fem reader #skz fanfic #stray kids fanfic #smau #social media au

[endlessnightlock]

143 for the prompts please xxx

"Are you trying to turn me on, or are you really that oblivious?"

From 150 Random Writing Prompts

A follow-up to this drabble, You've Never Even Touched Yourself?

I should have one more part based on another prompt in my inbox.

"Well, here I am," Katniss said, plopping on the bed next to Peeta without giving herself a heart attack. Not an easy task with the onslaught of nervous excitement. She was grateful Morning Katniss remembered to make the bed before leaving for school. Touseled sheets would have been way too suggestive for kissing him there.

At least, she thought it would be too suggestive. She had to be reading way too much into this. It was just a kiss. Not that big of a deal, right?

Oh god, she was panicking.

"Hi," Peeta said. His eyes met hers, teeth digging into the corner of his mouth, biting back a smile.

Had she ever paid attention to his mouth before today?

"Relax. Make yourself at home," he added, gesturing across her bedroom invitingly.

His dumb jokes broke the tension enough for her to roll her eyes. "You sound like a talk-show host."

He huffed. "Okay, I'll just make myself comfortable if you're not going to play along. You're not making it easy on me, trying to seduce you like I am," he said.

"Peeta---".

Man, she might be uptight, but he was going to kill her saying things like that. Her imagination was way too active.

He took her hand, squeezing it reassuringly. "Kidding. I'm just trying to get you to laugh. You look like Buttercup when he realizes it's time to go to the vet.

"Don't compare me to that cat." Blowing out a breath, she made an effort to relieve the tightness in her chest. "Is it that obvious?"

He nodded. "If you hadn't asked me to kiss you, I'd think this was the last thing you wanted to do."

Her eyes dropped to her feet. My, what ugly socks she was wearing. She definitely wasn't avoiding his gaze. "No. I, I want to," she said.

"Alright." From her peripherals, she sensed him moving closer. "Katniss?"

"Hmmm?"

It happened fast. One moment, he was on his side of the bed, and the next, he was kissing her. Fingertips on her jaw, gently turning her face toward his. Lips pressing against hers, soft and a little dry. She sighed. Her hands needed somewhere to go, so she grasped his shoulder. At one point, she thought he was going to pull away, so she leaned in further, tilting her face so their lips met fully, each parting a little.

When he leaned back again, she carded her fingers through his hair. "Don't stop," she said, kissing him again. She couldn't get enough of him.

"No?"

"Please." Why hadn't they been doing this with each other all along?

Her heart felt like it was beating out of her chest, and he sucked in a breath as she moved closer. She couldn't get close enough. Sitting up, she climbed across his lap and lowered herself to sit on his thighs.

"Oh god," he whimpered.

"Sorry?" she paused, embarrassed now, wondering if she read the situation wrong. "I don't really know what I'm doing. We can stop."

Weakly, he laughed, pressing his forehead into her neck. "Are you trying to turn me on, or are you really that oblivious?"

"Uh," she began. It was weird knowing she affected him that way. Him making her feel like this. Wonderful. Enthralled and unafraid. Like someone unlocked her body and set a live wire to her nerves.

"Never mind," he wrapped his arms around her waist.

#endlessnightlock writes #everlark #katniss everdeen/peeta mellark #everlark drabble #everlark fanfiction

[cloverstayy]

𝙽𝙴𝚅𝙴𝚁 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙱𝙸𝙶 𝙼𝙰𝙳 → 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗; 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗

So, for those of you whom aren't subscribed to Christopher's Bubble OR whom haven't either heard and/or seen about the most recent Bubble antics recently on other forms of social media, the man decided to live out his K-Drama Fantasies on behalf of Chan Stans and Stay everywhere.

What exactly did he do, you ask? Well, to put it simply (and trust me, this is difficult because Chan is my bias) he broke up with us, tried to accuse us of cheating, but then admitted it was him who had been cheating to then admitting he was playing a simple joke on us and reassured us that he'd never want to do anything to hurt us (bless him, I swear). Who was it? It was Berry. Yes. His dog, Berry. 😒😂

I'm pretty sure non-Chan stans were convinced there was something actually wrong with him due to the number of Tiktoks and Fans posts I personally saw, however, us Chan-biased knew the man was full of shit and was most assuredly pulling some of his usual Chan-coded shenanigans.

In any case, my bestie and twin @ariaphoenix26-blog demanded I post this somewhat random as fuck idea I had yesterday as head canon. So, yeah.

𝙽𝙴𝚅𝙴𝚁 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙱𝙸𝙶 𝙼𝙰𝙳

It didn't matter what Chris did, how he said it, or why he did it. The simple fact still remained the same: you could never get mad at him.

→ Chris is the type of man that if asked, he'd likely do some crazy shit for the person he loves. Walk over hot coals? Sure. Dodge a few bullets? Yeah, no problem. Clean your shared living space, wash and fold laundry, put away dishes and cook dinner last minute? Of course.

→ But ask him to do something like, take out the trash? Well, fuck all of that.

→ And, truthfully, its not because he's incapable. He's exceedingly able to do said task. Its just...well...well he gets really hyper-focused on a task, especially a task he wants to do, it kind of--sort of--slips his mind.

→ And sure, the first few times he tells you this and flashes that thought-paralyzing smile, its suddenly not a big deal and you have no problem taking it out yourself.

→ However, the moment it goes from "a few times" to "too many times", you're suddenly finding yourself overcome with a rather new emotion. At least, when it comes to anything related to Chris.

→ You're big mad. Furious even. And its justifiable! Even Chris would agree with you. He's a grown ass man; he knows better.

→ However, the stars align and the universe conspires against you the morning you do ask him to take it out.

→ You're running late. You have an entirely packed work schedule. You slept for literal shit the night before. Your favorite pair of work pants weren't clean. You didn't have your favorite breakfast yogurt and you had to do mandatory overtime to top it all off.

→ So you ask Chris last minute as you're hastily packing up your work bag to take out the trash before you get home from work later that evening.

→ "Yeah, yeah, of course, beautiful! I'll take care of it." He promises and you believe him. Because in that moment, you don't have the time nor bandwidth to remember to question him about the other times he forgot. So, in your haste, you thank him and plant a kiss on his forehead before dashing out the door for work.

→ Well, see, Chris really did intend to do it. And he even wrote it down on a post-it note that he stuck to the monitor of his computer to remind him. But then he got distracted, watching Stay vlogs on Youtube. And then he got inspired by a mashup of Case 143 and God's Menu that a Stay had made, so he had to mess around in his studio.

→ Then suddenly it was 6:30pm. Chris is the literal physical embodiment of If You Give A Mouse A Cookie.

→ Chris hears the door open when you arrive home. And then the subsequent shout of his name. Okay, you're definitely not happy. He's also pretty sure he hears some slamming of somekind, maybe.

→ But it isn't until he hears your little feet stomping down the hall towards his studio door that he cannot help but find you the absolute cutest thing he's ever seen and heard than in this moment.

→ And lets be clear...Chris never invalidates you or dismisses you when you're upset. He just can't help but find it really fucking precious.

→ But you? Well, you're pissed. And you're determined to let his ass know. Because every other time you have been upset with him, he somehow disarms you completely and you immediately forget why you were mad in the first place.

→ Its damn near impossible to be mad at him. I mean, look at him. How can you get mad at that face? You can't, that's why.

→ Anticipating you, Chris is on the other side of his studio door just waiting. And as expected, he hears the all too familiar bang, bang, bang of your fist making contact with the door.

→ You do your best to strengthen your resolve. This time you're gonna give him the people's elbow and really let him have it. He just couldn't keep getting away with this. You know it. He knows it.

→ But that was before he'd opened his door. Well, after your little fists pounded his door, he promptly opened it and looked down at you. His head cocked to the side, one brow lifted as if he has absolutely no clue why you're standing there with your arms crossed, tapping your foot against the hardwood floor while wearing a really pathetic attempt at pure ire.

→ And you were so determined to proverbially throat punch the man, especially after the day you'd had (and to be fair, Chris probably would've let you literally throat punch him if he knew it would make you feel better). But once he opens the door and the scent of his studio and him bum rushes your nostrils, your eyes dart up to his and...and...

→ Well, god fucking damnit.

→ What were you even mad at him for? Why is he looking at you like you're some sort of damsel in distress? Why is he smiling? What's so funny?

→ "CHRISTOPHER!" Is all you can manage, your voice coming out in more of an exasperated whine and definitely not sounding any bit angry.

→ Chris stands there and mirrors you, crossing his arms and leans into the door jam with his head still cocked to the side. One of his dimples is showing and you just know he fucking knows. He knows why you're standing there. And he knows why you're upset. Or, well, you think he knows just based on the way he's looking at you like the cutest little creature he's ever seen.

→ You release your crossed arms, letting out a very audible huff through your nose as you do and you just stare at him. Blinking wildly, trying to find the resolve you knew you had about 60 seconds ago. But where it went, you haven't a fucking clue. Because he's standing there...just looking at you like you are the cutest little creature he's ever seen.

→ "Baby?" He finally responds. His voice is calm, suddenly soothing your rattled nerves. You let out yet another huff, but this time its a little less intense and you drop your shoulders.

→ "I hate you. You know that? I'm mad. I'm mad at...you!" You press your finger gently into his chest as you speak, "But...but I can't fucking remember why now because you're looking at me like that and...and...UGH!"

→ Chris knows you had a rough day. He doesn't even need to ask you to know it. He just feels it radiating off of you. So, he cocks his head to the opposite side as you stand there, trying to be mad about something and looking less and less like the raging bull you thought you did and more like a shrieking squirrel.

→ And Chris lets a beat of silence go between the both of you before he simply places each of his hands on either side of your arms and brings you close to him. You hear a soft sigh breach his lips before he leans in and presses a firm, but gentle kiss to your forehead.

→ Yeah, this fucker disarmed you with the forehead kiss this time. Damnit, damnit, damnit.

→ He leans back up, straightening himself upright before giving your arms a gentle squeeze. And he doesn't say anything. His arms fall back to his sides as he resumes his previous stance against the door jam. He's still smiling at you like you are the cutest little creature he's ever seen.

→ You let out one last sigh. Well, the man did it again. And you can't even be mad. Because I mean, look at him. Try being mad at him. Its impossible.

→ You give a shake of your head before spinning on your heels, heading back down the hall towards the kitchen. But you feel Chris' eyes are still on you. And you look back over your shoulder and yep, there those brown little boba eyes are, locked on you.

→ "I'm mad at you. So don't you dare stare at my ass as I walk away from you." You look forward again, but not before you place a hand on each butt cheek in a feeble attempt to block Chris' gaze.

→ And all you hear are his muffled giggles. His absolutely adorable, precious and cute giggles. Fucking shitbird.

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[itzsana-kiddingmenow]

𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙞𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙡𝙖𝙪𝙜𝙝:

𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨:

𝙖/𝙣: jisung babygirling as normal 💅🏻

𝙩𝙬: fainting, jealousy, use of video recording

𝒍𝒆𝒆: han

𝙡𝙚𝙧: reader

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𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐢𝐧��! 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐞? 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐛s🖤

“EAHAHA!” Jeongin screeched as your cold fingers slipped under his shirt again, pressing into his ribs and making him jolt. 

You were in the process of trying to play a Zelda game with Jeongin and Jisung, but every time Innie had to concentrate on completing a task, your devious fingers always came in contact with his skin somehow. 

“a-AHA! S-Stahap IHIT!” Innie tried to keep quiet, considering the other members were asleep already and he didn’t want them to wake up to his undignified cackling. 

Neither of you noticed the very pouty Han in the background, his own character wandering off to the side as he watched your fingers walk all over the maknae’s torso. 

He didn’t even notice as Link walked right off the edge of a cliff face, his finger pressed against the joycon controller in a distracted manner. 

You continued to happily tickle Jeongin to pieces, right in front of Jisung. 

He tried to stay normal. It was just tickling. Nothing much. No need to freak out. 

But he wished it would happen to him anyway. 

A big game over flashed on the screen, snapping you out of you happy trance as both of you glanced at Jisung, who finally realized that he had made Link walk off the cliff so many times that he died. 

“Awe, man!” Jisung exclaimed as he was transported back a little, continuing to play normally, just with a little extra blush on his face. 

After a while, he became poutier and clingier to the other members in general, purposefully avoiding and ignoring you as if you had done something wrong. 

To say you were stressed out was an understatement. Considering Hannie doesn’t get angry often, you wondered if it was something you said or did to make him feel this way. 

You were on the verge of giving up on trying to make it up to the ace, until you decided to talk to Minho, who revealed something very important. 

“We all know Hannie loves being tickled, but he gets pretty jealous when us lers wreck the other members in front of him.” Minho started, tapping his chin. “He tells me not to do it in front of him ‘cause he can’t help it.”

Your eyes widened as you remembered the moment with Jeongin and how distracted Jisung seemed to be. He had also started to ignore you after that one night. 

“Oh, and he loves it when I record him giggling. It’s the cutest thing ever, isn’t it?” Lino gushed, not seeming to notice your distracted voice as you excused yourself, heading to Hanji’s room and grabbing your camera on the way. 

You entered his room, watching him sitting on his gaming chair and playing more Zelda without you, something that made your heart pang. 

Grabbing his chair and spinning it around, you snatched the headphones gently form his head and placed it on the table next to him, leaning over and pausing the game. 

“What the—” Hannie turned to you, and immediately crossed his arms and pouted. 

“I’m sorry for tickling Jeongin in front of you.”  You apologized, setting the camera up on his desk, facing him. 

He didn’t even seem to notice, staring at you with his arms still crossed. 

“How about I make it up to you?” You offer, climbing onto his lap and playing with his cheeks, your legs subconsciously slipping into the arm rest gaps to trap him there. 

You suddenly grab both his wrists and yank them up, pinning them to the top of the chair. 

“H-Hey…what are you doing?” Hannie seemed to get nervous, trying to twist away and finding your grip to be a lot stronger than it looked. 

“Oh—now you’re gonna talk to me?~” You shot your other hand to his side and pinched a sensitive spot in his upper torso, grinning deviously as he bit his lip to contain his loud squeak. 

“Nonono! Please! Don’t…” Jisung begged, trying to find an escape. 

You leaned over to start the camera recording. “Oh? But you want this~”

He squirmed and watched in horror as your hand tapped at his ribs thoughtfully before digging in deep, earning you a loud squeal before chaotic laughter. 

“n—AHAHAHA! PLEHEASE PLEASE OHOHO MYHYHY GOAHAHAHAD!” He screamed as your fingers never stilled, only speeding up as you tickled wherever you could reach, his armpits to his sides to his ribs…anywhere, really. 

Hanji kicked out wildly as he sputtered and tried to back away from your hands, and you only tickled him harder as he arched his body and slammed it back into the chair. 

“PLEHEHEASE PLEASE NOHOHOHO IHIHIT’S BAHAHAHAD!” He squeaked as you dug your fingers deep into his armpits again. 

When you gave him a quick break before diving for his neck, Jisung held his breath, squirming around as he tried to desperately hold in his giggles. 

His body writhed and shook and his face turned a bright red, Jisung’s eyes widening as you stroked along his collarbone.  

He tried to hold out, he really did. You frowned at the lack of hysterical laughter.

You scratched a little harder at the spot before reaching down and slipping your fingers right up his shirt, scribbling over that sensitive spot from earlier and watching him break immediately.

“YAHAHAHAHA! NOHOHOHOT THEHEHERE PLEHEHAHAHAHA!” He begged, but no matter how hard he tried, it took him a little while to realize that we has trapped in place, left to endure whatever torture you had planned for him. 

Hanji bucked up and down with strained squeals as your fingers tickled over his armpits until he screamed, tears practically streaming down his flushed face. 

“STOHOHOHOP STOHOP, PLEHEHEHEASE!” He pleaded, but you shook your head and sighed. 

“How long will it take you to understand?~” You started. “I’m not stopping, not until you faint.” You only continued to move you fingers quicker. 

“YOHOHOHOURE SOHOHO MEHEHEHEAN—!!” He whined, though his face took on a bright red tinge and his thrashing started to die down due to exhaustion. 

“You don’t want that?” You immediately slowed your fingers, but Hannie shouted. “NONONOHOHO, DOHON’T STAHAHAP!”

“Okay, okay…” You grinned at his words, leaning in to blow a raspberry onto his neck while you continued to destroy his torso, his pinned arms tugging like crazy. 

Soon enough, the boy underneath you became more and more tired, body twitching and his lungs gasping for air. 

“nohohohoho…stohohohop…” Hannie panted, the ticklish feeling fading away and his eyes started to droop. 

And just like that, he was gone, an irreversible smile on his face as he slumped completely. 

You stilled your fingers completely, rubbing a little at his red wrists because of the grip you had to use to keep them up.

You expected him to wake up after a minute of two. Minho did say that was how long it took for him to wake up when he practically killed him. 

You reached over to switch off the camera, climbing off of his lap slowly and laying him down on the bed. You replayed the video and involuntarily smiled throughout the whole video. 

Grabbing your phone, you transferred the video to it and immediately sent the file to Minho. 

Minutes later, he was barging in and engulfing you in a hug. “He looks so cute.” He mumbled, and you giggled at the usually stoic member’s happiness. 

He ran to grab Jisung a glass of water and a slice of cheesecake per your request, and you laid down next to the unconscious boy, waiting for him to wake up. 

Half an hour later, both of you were getting worried. Hanji didn’t seem to be waking up anytime soon and you were seriously panicking inside. 

“What do I killed him?! He was telling me to stop and I didn’t what if I actually killed him?!” You gasped out, fumbling with your hands as Minho tried to calm you down, but deep inside he was freaking out too. 

Then the boy underneath you stirred a little. The room fell dead silent as both of you stared at him with wide eyes. 

“hyung...?” His voice sounded exhausted and rough from how hard he was squealing earlier. 

Both you and Minho dive towards him and engulf him in a warm hug promptly. His cheek squished against the side of your neck and he smiled against your skin. 

Gosh, he was just too adorable. 

“Oh, I’m sorry, Jisungie, did I go too hard?” You whispered, guilt flooding up your senses. 

“No…no it was amazing, actually.” Hannie whispered back. “Thank you.” You smiled down at him and handed him the glass of water. 

Both you and Minho fed him the cheesecake. You could never get over how happy Jisung was to have the same energy everytime he ate this one cake. 

He pouted and made grabby hands at your phone, and you handed him the video. “Don’t even think about deleting it. It’s stored in my iCloud.”

Hannie laughed at that. “I’m not gonna delete it.” He played the video and grinned as he listened to himself cackling crazily. 

“I never thought I would look nice laughing.” Jisung commented afterwards, and Minho gasped at that. 

“In my opinion, I think you’re at your prettiest when you’re laughing.” Lino hmph-ed, and you nodded with him. “I agree.”

Jisung blushed a deep red before sending the video to himself. “Thank you” he said again, throwing himself into your arms and promptly falling asleep. 

The two of you cuddled till the very next morning, where Hannie awoke to the sound of his own laughter and loud “Awe!”s echoing throughout the dorm.

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[jvngkook97]

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pairing; tattoo artist!jungkook, twin!jungkook x tattoo artist!reader, college student!reader, female!reader

genre; fluff, angst, humor, smut, f2l, pwp, tattoo artist au, college au

warnings; cursing, angst if you squint, mentions of blood, handsy koo, emotional koo, whiny/horny reader, reader seems to harbor a tattoo/vein kink, jungkook lives to please you in all senses of the word, light exhibitionism in the form of being tattooed topless (this is where handsy koo comes in) but it’s in a private area, soft sex, rough sex, dirty talk, oral (m and f receiving), breast play, body worship, ring clad fingering (yes, that’s a warning), squirting, hand job, cum play, cum swallowing, switch!reader and switch!koo, penetration without a condom (y’all know the drill though), wholesome family moments where (i’m not crying, you are)

rating; 21+ MINORS DNI

w/c; 9,143 (143 I la la la love you hehe sorry)

a/n; this is hands down my fav piece of work so far. y’all ain’t ready for this one 🥵

networks; @ficscafe, @thebtswritersclub, @btsgoldnetwork, @kflixnet

Read Part One {Here}

Jungkook tried not to flinch in fear of psyching you out from your task of etching a small, dainty tattoo of your choice on his skin, not even when you pressed down a little too hard into his skin. He could feel the smallest trickle of blood slide down the area you were tattooing on the inside of his left hand ring finger. His choice, not yours.

You tried not to get distracted by Jungkook’s various tattoo’s that littered his other hand, knowing that yours was going to join them permanently on his body, or that your tattoo was going to be the only tattoo on his left hand. It shouldn’t even be legal for his long, slender, fingers to be this heat inducing. Or the way the veins in his hand and arm became more prominent when you felt him tense up from when you accidentally pressed down a little too hard into his skin with the tattoo gun.

If it bothered him, he didn’t say anything. And for that, you were grateful. The only thing you could hear was the light singing he did. His AirPods were secured into his ears as a distraction from the pain, which you focused on as you more confidently went back over the lines to make them darker.

Pausing for a brief moment, you changed tips on the tattoo gun in order to emphasize on the smaller details and shading. The buzzing of the tattoo gun reverberated throughout the private room that you were both occupying in the late after hours since it’s been long closed — your father’s tattoo parlor, ‘Inkphoric’.

Jungkook watched you from his sitting position on top of the tattoo bed, your figure was hunched over in regular fashion as your supple booty was planted onto the saddle stool that the tattoo artists frequently used. Besides the lone lamp in the room that served as your source of light, the rest of the room was dark. Neither of you wanted to risk your father finding out that you two snuck in so you could practice on the willing participant by the name of Jeon Jungkook.

Bless his soul, he had it bad for you. Your skin was still bare of any tattoo’s, but you agreed you would get one if you found one that you really loved. ‘It has to have meaning’ you told Jungkook one day, who respected your wishes. As long as you promised him that he could be present when you got your first tattoo, when that day ever came — ‘deal’.

His eyes softened as he watched the way your tongue poked out between your closed lips, brows furrowed in focused determination. As if the universe was trying to tell him something, the song in his ears switched to a more slow and sensual one. He involuntarily let out a low snort, causing you to speak up from your bent over position, eyes still not leaving your work.

“What’s up?” Your voice was light, since there was no reason to be loud, it was just you two.

“Nothing. Just thought of something that happened earlier with Ji-hun.”

It was a lie, but he wasn’t ready to say what he truly wanted too. Not the right time. Nor would he even know how.

“Oh, right! I meant to ask, he had that date with Tsuki recently, yeah? How did that go?”

“It went well, I think. He didn’t come back home until the next morning, so–,” his voice trailed off suggestively, implying exactly what you think he meant.

“Ah. I see. Good for him! She seems like a really sweet girl, they’re a good match.” A smile was on your face, and it made his heart warm at the sincerity of your words and how much you cared for his brother’s well being.

“He’s already saying that he believes he’s in love with her.”

You paused in your work, lifting the tattoo gun away from his skin to give him a look of sheer disbelief. He just clicked his tongue in agreement with you.

“Yeah, I know. I was just as surprised as you are to hear it.”

“I mean, I guess you can’t pinpoint an exact time to saying–,” you waved your unoccupied hand in the air as a way of saying ‘you know’. “When you know, you just know.”

“Right.” His eyes bore into yours with an intensity that made your toes curl in your shoes.

“Mhmm.” You were thankful for the low lighting, not wanting him to witness how easily your face speckled with a red tint from your own wishful thoughts on the matter.

Deciding to switch subjects before things got too tense, you asked him a serious question.

“Do you want to keep it black and white? Or is it okay to put some color in it?”

“Which color?”

“Purple.”

You saw the way his eyes lit up at the mention of his favorite color other than black. You let out a small giggle at his reaction and immediately twisted your torso in order to grab the small container that housed the purple ink that you made sure to set aside earlier, just incase he did agree to it.

Dipping the tip of the tattoo gun into the ink, you repositioned yourself into a more comfortable position and began to fill in the tattoo with color. As your focus once again shifted, so did his train of thought.

Did he love you? He knew he had strong feelings for you, that much was certain. However, when it came to love, he was clueless in that department. Like he told you before, he’s never been one for serious relationships. Usually, they lasted a couple of dates or just ended up being a random hook up for the night.

The only idea of love he was aware of was from scripted movies and tv shows. So, those would be of no help. Maybe he could try finding an answer in books? YouTube videos, maybe? Though those could just as easily be fabricated and not real either.

Or — and this was a far fetched way of going about it — he could bite the bullet and humor his brother who currently believes he’s in love. Not that he personally believed that his brother actually is. They’ve only been on a few dates after all, but that’s just how hopeless of a romantic Ji-hun was.

Before he knew it, you were done. The buzzing from the tattoo gun no longer present, as you carefully set it aside on the tray next to you.

“What do you think?” You asked him excitedly, but honestly you were nervous as hell on what his opinion would be.

You pushed yourself further back on the stool in order for more light to hit the side of his ring finger for him to see it clearly. You watched as he twisted his hand around, getting different angles on it. His face was serious, and it had you worried.

Your leg started to bounce from the silence he still held. Was it that bad? You thought it was good. Really good, even. Not trying to toot your own horn or anything, but having a well known father like yours came with it’s perks. It meant being able to get a first hand perspective on multiple techniques he utilized with his clients that always produced more than excellent results, considering he’s known worldwide.

“I love it, y/n. You did a really good job. The lines are neat, not too chunky. The shading is well done, and the coloring looks natural. I’m impressed, but not surprised. You would be as talented as your father.”

Your hand came up to playfully smack him on his thigh, the closest body part you could reach in your sitting position as you rolled yourself between his legs that he opened wider unconsciously to slot yourself between.

“Ow! Hey! No abusing the clients!” He feigned a hurt look, his own hand coming to rub the area you just hit.

“Way to keep the suspense! I thought you hated it or something.” You whined childishly, arms crossing over your chest as you pouted.

“I could never hate anything you do.” You blinked owlishly, cheeks once again reddening at his sudden sincerity.

“Thanks, Jungkook. Same with you, you know.”

“I know.”

*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*

Ji-hun whistled lowly, as he inspected his brother’s latest tattoo you did for him.

“Damn, she’s good. What flower is that?”

“It’s called an Aster. She said it’s specifically meant for me since it’s my birth flower. Goes with the whole Virgo and being born in September thing.” Jungkook shrugged casually, offering the same explanation you gave him when he asked.

“And it’s purple? The color looks really nice.”

“Yeah, she said the flower can bloom purple, another reason why she chose it for me.”

“Isn’t her birthday in September as well?”

Jungkook gave his brother an odd look.

“How do you know that?”

“Since you two became….whatever it is you are, we’ve hung out every now and again on campus. Played twenty questions to pass the time and that question came up.” Now it was Ji-hun that eyed Jungkook with a look. “Do you seriously not know her birthday?”

“I–,” Jungkook’s ears reddened at his brother’s judgemental but equally as amused tone.

“Dude.”

“Fuck you.”

Ji-hun snorted at his brother’s response.

“Alright, why are you really bothering me right now when you know I’m studying?”

Jungkook rolled his eyes, but obliged his brother by telling him the real reason he interrupted his study session, unceremoniously plopping his bottom on the edge of his brother’s bed that faced the desk his brother was currently studying at.

“You said you were in love with Tsuki, right?”

Nodding cautiously, Ji-hun eyed Jungkook with an apprehensive look.

“Even though you haven’t been dating that long?”

“Yeah.” Shrugging his shoulders, Ji-hun just bluntly replied with no shame. Why should he?

“How?”

“How what?”

“How did you know that you were in love with her?”

“Ah.” Ji-hun snapped his fingers, a wide smile appearing on his face.

“You in love with y/n, dear brother?”

The question was harmless, yet Jungkook still felt defensive.

“What if I am?” Jungkook sharply replied back.

“Woah, woah, woah!” Ji-hun’s hands rose defensively as his eyes grew wide from the sudden hostility. “Chill, bro. It was just an honest question to your sudden interest in my relationship.”

“You’re right, sorry.” Jungkook fell backwards onto the bed, rubbing his hands over his face dejectedly. You had no idea what you did to him. He had no idea what you did to him.

“I think you are genuinely in love with her, if it’s any consolation. Even Tsuki thinks so.” Ji-hun offered sincerely, hoping to help rather than further agitate his brother with his words. In any other situation, he would’ve, but this was serious.

His head lifted up to look down at his brother who sat on his desk chair, legs spread, elbows resting on either knee, hands clasped and dangling between his legs as he was hunched over. His face was serious, he meant what he said. It made Jungkook’s defense wither away instantly, and he suddenly felt vulnerable.

He hated feeling vulnerable.

“Really?” His voice was cautious, but hopeful. It made Ji-hun smile warmly at his brother.

“Really. You should tell her. You never know, she could be feeling the same way.”

*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*

Well, that was easier said than done.

“Wanna play twenty questions?”

Once again, you both were holed up in your father’s tattoo parlor, but this time no tattoos were being done. Another way you two passed time was to look through the tall stack of your father’s past portfolios.

Some of the material his clients requested was really out there, to put it mildly. That’s what you loved about your father, he wasn’t one to judge, to an extent. Least, not when it came to pleasing the client. No matter how overdone, overused, controversial, or otherwise — he would get the job done with an air of professionalism.

That same mindset was how you wanted to be one day.

“It’s so crazy to me exactly how many name coverups he’s had to do.” You were so deep into your own thoughts, you failed to hear when Jungkook asked you a question.

He was used to it though.

“Y/N–,” he tried again. No luck.

“I mean, who in their right mind would tattoo someone else’s name on them when you never know for sure that they’re always going to be with that person?” Your eyes widened comically as you pointed aggressively at yet another name coverup your father did that was in the current portfolio you were thumbing through.

When your eyes flickered up to gage Jungkook’s own reaction and thoughts on the matter, you noticed he was already staring at you.

He coughed awkwardly once you caught him staring and his eyes shifted back down to his own portfolio he was skimming through, though this time you could tell he had a suspicious aura around him. His knee was bouncing, he was playing with his lip ring, and he was flipping through pages mindlessly.

Your eyes narrowed in on him as you spoke next.

“Did you get someone’s name tattooed on you, Jungkook?”

His whole body stiffened, and that’s when you knew.

“Holy shit–,” you started with an airy laugh.

“Y/N, please–,” Jungkook tried and failed to end the topic of conversation, hand rubbing his forehead with dismay, him already feeling the headache he knew was going to come from having to beat this story dead, again.

“Who?!” You leaned forward in your saddle stool, unconsciously scooting your own stool the short distance to his figure, your knee knocking against his lightly. The portfolio you were once looking through, now lay closed on your lap, long forgotten.

Jungkook shut his carefully, and set it behind him on the counter next to the others that either of you haven’t had the chance to see yet. He threw his head back with a loud groan, eyes closing in hopes of when he opened them up again, this would all be a nightmare. Of all people he had to explain this story too, he never thought it would need to be you.

Opening his eyes, head back down and eyes staring into yours with a pleading look, you clicked your tongue at him and shook your head.

“Nope. Nuh-uh. You’re not getting out of this one, Kook. Spill the tea, sis.” Having set aside your portfolio next to his on the counter, you were able to splay your hands on each of his lower thighs with a soft, yet firm grip. You wanted to make sure he wasn’t going to bolt and leave you hanging.

“Her name was Lisa.” He relinquished, sighing in defeat.

Your mouth opened in a small ‘o’ shape as you wracked your brain trying to think of someone, anyone, you knew with that name. You couldn’t come up with anything.

“I was young, I was dumb, I was stupidly whipped for her, okay? It wasn’t even professionally done — my buddy, Jimin, did it. So you already know, it wasn’t the best quality. But it was for–,” he pursed his lips, dreading the next words about to come out of his mouth. When he saw how engrossed you were with the story, mixed with the feelings he got with your hands so dangerously close to his crotch, he relented. “–our anniversary. It was meant to be a surprise. I was going to show her it the next day at her place, shower her with gifts. The whole shebang, you know?”

You nodded enthusiastically, fully immersed.

He chuckled humorlessly, and continued. A solemn look appeared on his face.

“In the end, it was her surprising me. The surprise being that I found some guy fucking her.” You gasped loudly.

“That’s not even the worst part.”

“How is that not the worst part?!” You questioned incredulously.

“It wasn’t even in her bed, it was her parents.”

If your jaw could’ve dropped and hit the floor like in anime, it would’ve.

“Yep. My thoughts exactly. Safe to say, the name lasted barely 24 hours before I got it covered up — this time, professionally.” He pointed down at the spot right next to his crotch, on his right upper thigh. You slid your hand up to the spot he was pointing, not realizing the kind of effect it would take on the poor unsuspecting male.

He sucked in a sharp breath, praying to whatever gods existed that you don’t notice the slight bulge that occurred from you doing so.

You heard him, you saw him, but pretended not too.

It took all you had as you sat back up straight, not to throw a sly, seductive, comment at him.

You wanted him bad. Very bad.

The only reason stopping you, being that you had no idea where you and Jungkook currently stood. You like each other, yes, that much was certain. However, other than hanging out on a daily basis for the better part of eight months and getting to know one another better, he hasn’t gone any further.

No hand holding, no hugging, no kissing.

You were going mad from touch starvation.

Something you never thought you would feel being in a — whatever this is with Jungkook. The guy practically oozed sexual tension the moment you locked eyes with him, your ovaries screaming at you on a daily basis how you haven’t once had sex with him yet.

It was then you came to the only logical conclusion. If he wasn’t going to make the first move, then you would. But not right now. Soon. Your phone buzzed in your pocket, the loud vibration breaking you from your inner, sexual, turmoil.

With you being distracted by your phone, Jungkook took the opportunity to stand up and fake interest at the various, random, sketches that were hung and framed along the walls made by loyal fans and customers alike. With his back to you, he slunk deeper into the shadowy part of the room and attempted to discreetly adjust his erection and make it less noticeable.

He breathed a quiet sigh of relief when his efforts worked, turning back around to see your eyes glued to your phone still. You were typing away to your father, if he had to guess, knowing your mom would definitely be asleep at this hour. Once you were done, you lifted your gaze off your phone to lock onto his.

Giving Jungkook a small smile, you pocketed your phone.

“We should probably get going, Dad said he’s on his way home from the tattoo convention. He should be here within the next 20 minutes.”

“Okay, cool. No worries.”

“Same time tomorrow?”

“Actually—,” Jungkook’s hesitation made your already small smile falter considerably, now looking more like a grimace.

When he noticed your expression drop, he back tracked on his words quickly.

“I was wanting to–I mean would you–,” the way he stumbled over his words now had you eyeing him with worry.

“You good, Kook?”

“Will you go on a date with me? It won’t be anything fancy, I’m a broke bitch if I’m being honest—,” he grinned sheepishly, scratching his cheek nervously. “–but we would still have a good time, I’m sure.”

Your radiant smile came back full force, and his heart about leaped from his chest. Stupid feelings.

“Yeah. Okay. Sounds good.”

“I’ll text you the details when I actually know what we’re going to do.”

“Sweet! Can’t wait!”

“Awesome.”

*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*

“Mom?”

“Yes, sweetie?

You were sitting at the kitchen island, watching your mom run through the motions of making a late breakfast. You liked to visit home every now and again when you had time. Now that you had a break until the next and final semester started, you took advantage of it.

“You remember that guy I’m seeing?”

“The handsome and tall one? What was his name?” She paused briefly to put a finger to her lips in thought.

“Jungkook, mom.”

“Right! Yes. Such a sweet boy, that one. What about him, honey?”

“I think I’m in love with him?”

The smell of slightly burnt pancakes could be smelt with the way your mom’s full attention was suddenly on you and not the gas stove that was turned on behind her.

“Mom! The pancakes!” You gestured wildly to her, making her eyes widen in sudden clarity.

“Oh, shit!” She exclaimed loudly, shutting off the stove and shoving the burnt pancakes into the sink.

“Language, love.”

Your father walked in with the days newspaper underneath his arm, giving your mom a kiss on the forehead as he walked past her and towards the stool next to you to sit down. Once he was situated, he gave you a kiss on the forehead as well.

“Hey, bug.”

“Hey, daddy.”

“To what do we owe the pleasure of your company today?” He jested playfully, bright smile adorning his face that matched yours when you smiled at anyone.

“Uhm–,”

“She was telling me how she believes she’s in love with that boy, Jungkook, right dear?”

“Yes, mom.” You gritted out with a fake smile, eye slightly twitching.

“You know I never keep secrets from your father, y/n.” Your mom slotted herself against your father’s side, his arm open in invitation, immediately wrapping itself around her waist. She threw an arm around his shoulders and squished her face against the side of his innocently, making your father chuckle at her antics.

“So, you’re in love. Seems kind of soon, don’t you think?” Your father questioned with a hypocritical tone.

“Honey, you confessed you were in love with me not even two weeks after we began dating. You have no room to talk.” Your mom chided in with a loving scoff.

You rolled your eyes at how disgustingly in love they were, no still are. Even after so many years together. You could only hope to share that same kind of love with someone — a certain someone, if you could ever be so lucky.

“Alright. You got me. I’m happy for you, bug. Don’t get me wrong. And he seems like a good kid, good head on his shoulders.” You knew he wasn’t done, so you stayed silent, listening. “But, if he breaks my little girl’s heart–,” he trailed off, eyes narrowing into almost slits.

“I’m 24, let me remind you.” He heard you, but didn’t care.

“You’re always going to be my little girl.” The sad smile that he wore seemed foreign, misplaced, like it shouldn’t even exist on someone who is normally so positive and happy. It made you feel terrible.

“I love you, daddy. You’ll always be my number one, you know that.” You offered him a huge smile, his favorite coming from you, and that seemed to do the trick.

“You should tell him.” Your mother softly said, hand rubbing your father’s back, a warm smile on her face. Your father just nodded in agreement, face happy, yet eyes still sad.

His little girl wasn’t so little anymore.

*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*

When you cancelled on your original date, to say he was bummed was an understatement. When you texted him not even two hours later to meet you at Inkphoric, he felt a little better. Maybe things were still good between you two and the weird pit in his stomach would go away as soon as he saw you. What he wasn’t expecting, however, was for your father to be there.

“Mr. Y/L/N, sir. Good to see you.” Jungkook smiled at your father politely, heart racing at the unexpected meeting.

Your father just gave a knowing smile back that mirrored yours, and a gentle, yet firm pat on his shoulder as he walked by and out the door. Jungkook thought he was off the hook, but your father threw one last word at his back.

“Take good care of my daughter, Jungkook, and there won’t be any problems. Have a good night!” The smile on his face seemed contradictory to his words. It wasn’t until he let the parlor door shut tightly behind him, did Jungkook let out a sigh of relief, body sagging before he straightened himself back up.

His brows furrowed in confusion though, what did he mean by ‘take good care of my daughter’?

“Jungkook, back here! I have a surprise for you!”

Your cheery voice yelled at him from behind the black curtain that led to the back half of the tattoo parlor. He followed it with long strides, wanting to see you as soon as possible. When he pushed open the usual door of the room you two normally occupied at night, did his eyes widen and jaw go slack from the scene in front of him.

You were laying on your back on top of the tattoo bed, topless, with just your hands shielding your nipples from his hungry eyes. A tray was set up next to the bed along with the usual saddle stool, tattoo gun plugged in and ready. Were you wanting to get a tattoo?

Nope. This can’t be real. Something’s up.

He took one large step back into the hallway, and made an ‘X’ with his arms across his chest.

“Is this is a trap? Is this a prank? Is this a test?”

Jungkook’s eyes widened comically, his head whipping in both directions, more than positive that cameras were hidden somewhere or worse — your father.

“What?” You brows scrunched cutely in confusion, as you sat up, one arm now covering your chest in modesty.

“Is your father waiting around the corner with a shotgun ready to blow my brains out if I come anywhere near you?!” His words came out rushed, if you listened close enough, you might even hear a little fear in his voice.

You started laughing, hysterically. Like, tears began to roll down your face as your chest heaved, and boobs bounced due to the actions of you laughing so hard. Jungkook now gave you a look of confusion, before promptly looking away from your bouncing breasts that we’re doing things to him he needed to repress.

“You think—My father—A test?” You attempted to control yourself, you really did, but trying to talk only made things worse.

Tongue in cheek, foot tapping impatiently, Jungkook didn’t see what was so funny about the situation of him possibly getting murdered by your father.

“Okay. I get it. Haha. Jokes on me.” He let out a humorless laugh, pursing his lips.

Closing your eyes, you slowly breathed in and out until you were able to regain control of your body. Wiping your tears with your free hand, you looked over at a clearly annoyed Jungkook and grinned widely.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. This isn’t a prank. This isn’t a test. I swear to you on your leather jacket that my father will not burst in here with a shotgun and blow your brains out.” He breathed a huge sigh of relief, about to step into the room, until you spoke up again.

“But–He might blow your dick off.” You shrugged casually, feigning indifference.

His foot paused mid step, not fully hitting the ground. His eyes narrowed into slits at your shaking form that was on the verge of spewing laughter yet again.

“That’s it. I’m out. Deuces.” He threw you a peace sign and acted like he was going to leave.

“Wait, wait, wait! Okay, I’m done joking, I’m sorry, Koo! Really, please. Come back?!” You shouted at his back pleadingly, full on pouty face at work, big eyes and all.

He crossed his arms over his chest as he turned back to face you.

“Bible?”

“Bible.”

“Okay, so what’s really going on here? Why are you half naked right now?”

“Is that all that’s registering in your man brain right now?”

“Yes, cause like you said, I’m a man. I can’t help but hone in on the fact that an extremely attractive woman is half naked in front of me and not address it.”

Rolling your eyes, but chest warming at his confession of finding you attractive, you gestured around you.

“Look around, what do you see?”

His eyes surveyed the room inch by inch, and he’s thankful for once that the light is on, his vision no longer obscured by the usual lone lamp that you both would use. Like before, he noticed the tray that was set up, looking like you were going to get tattooed. What had him confused though, was there was no one else around to tattoo you, but him.

“I can see that you’re about to get tattooed, but my only question is–,” you waved him on with your hand, encouraging him to put the pieces together. “–who is tattooing you, y/n?” He tried not to sound too hopeful that it would be him. Just incase it wasn’t, and the actual tattooist, or your father, would come in at any second.

You smiled warmly at him, and pointed at the saddle stool, silently telling him to sit down.

He cautiously stepped into the room for the first time, pausing briefly to double check that you were telling him the truth about this not being a test. You rolled your eyes at his caution.

“Sit your ass down, Jeon.”

He promptly sat said ass down on the saddle stool, his eyes now perfectly aligned with your chest while you sat up. His Adam apple bobbed as he gulped quietly. His hands covered his crotch area, as he willed himself to think about anything other than the fact that your fingers were dangerously close to revealing one of your nipples and he could see the start of your areola if he angled his head, but then that would be a little to obvious that he was checking you out, so he didn’t.

“No need for surnames here, Y/L/N.”

You stuck your tongue out at him in good fun, then proceeded to explain to him what was happening.

“You’re going to give me a tattoo.”

“For real?” His tone was one of disbelief, yet excitement.

“For real.” You confirmed with a smile, excited as well.

“I’m—I don’t even know what to say—,” he chuckled lightly, face flushing from all the stupid butterflies in his stomach going haywire. If you were letting him give you your first tattoo, that meant you had a lot of trust in him. It touched him, more than he thought it would.

Dumb, good for nothing, feelings.

Annoying, heart pulsing, cheek warming, love.

You gasped lightly, cooing at Jungkook.

“Aw, koo. Don’t cry. You’re going to make me cry.”

Wiping at his eyes furiously, he feigned indifference.

“I wasn’t crying, something flew into my eye.”

“Of course.” You smiled softly at him, his vulnerability touching something within you, chest blossoming with a warmth you’ve never felt before.

Is this what being in love felt like?

Clearing his throat loudly to rid himself of his emotions, he asked you a very important question.

“What are you wanting to get?”

“Can I see your hand?”

“Sure.” No hesitation, no thinking, he just gave his hand to you. His right hand.

“Other hand.”

“Okay?” He gave you his left hand.

Turning his palm face up, you carefully spread his middle and ring finger apart, then ran your fingertip lightly along the purple aster flower tattoo you gave him.

“This one, please.”

If he thought he was emotional before.

He had to bite his lip, his only way of preventing the low whimper from escaping his lips at your choice of tattoo.

You wanted to get a matching tattoo? With him?

“Are you sure, y/n?”

“If there’s one thing I’m sure of, it’s this.” You nodded at him resolutely.

“Let’s get started then.”

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The buzzing reverberated inside the room, shortly coming to a stop as he sat back up straight from his once bent position of him hovering over your topless form in order to reach your tattoo area of choice, along the curve of your left breast. He wasn’t surprised that’s what you chose, considering you were already topless and all when he walked in.

“Alright. We’re done.”

He set the tattoo gun down onto the tray next to him as he helped you sit up on the tattoo bed. You winced lightly at the push and pull of the now tender area around your breast. Grabbing the hand mirror that also lay on the tray next to him, he held it up for you in confidence you could see the tattoo clearly.

Your eyes shone with so much awe and happiness as your eyes began to water.

It was perfect.

“It’s beautiful, koo. Truly.” Your eyes flickered away from the mirror and directly into his. The praise he received from you making his chest swell with pride.

“It is, but you’re more beautiful.” He stated casually, making you let out a low exhale as you prepared yourself for what you were about to say.

“You know why I chose this tattoo?”

“To be tattoo buddies?”

“Yes, and no.”

His confused silence had you pressing on.

“I told you that if I get a tattoo, it has to have meaning, remember?”

“I remember.” But he still wasn’t following.

“I–,” he saw the way you shied into yourself, and it had him beyond baffled.

“Hey. It’s just me. You can talk to me.” His words were gentle, sweet, encouraging.

“That’s the issue.” You admitted quietly.

Before you could lose your nerve, you decided it was best to just rip the bandaid off, and whatever happens, happens.

“I’m in love with you, Jeon Jungkook.”

Shut the fuck up.

“Excuse you?!” You angrily poked at his chest with your finger.

That’s when he realized he verbalized his inner thoughts on accident.

“Sorry, not you. I just–,” he fumbled nervously over his words, and no matter how hard he tried, he kept failing to say those words back to you.

“I’m not going to force you to say it back, I’m not that cruel. I just wanted you to know.” You assured him with a small smile, misreading his fish out of water expressionism. “This tattoo means a lot to me, and that’s the reason why I wanted you to be the one to ink it. So, regardless of what does and doesn’t occur between us, you realize just how much I truly mean it.”

His bottom lip trembled at your honesty, at your blatant vulnerability in all senses of the word — as you bare your heart, soul, and body (even if it’s only because you were just tattooed) for him alone.

If his brother was here, he would be entertained by the way you have Jungkook wrapped around your finger, and you being none the wiser.

Seeing that he wasn’t going to be able to audibly express his feelings, he opted to show you instead. Setting aside the hand mirror on the tray, he places both hands on either side of your figure on the tattoo bed, pushing himself up using his arms until he’s face to face with your surprised one at the sudden, abrupt movement.

“Can I kiss you? Would that be okay? I’m not good with words.” He rushed out breathlessly, restraining his lips from getting closer to yours until you gave him permission.

“Yes.” Your reply was barely audible, but he heard it within the silence of the room.

His lips crashed into yours with a fervor, the intensity of it making you let go of the grip on your breasts in order to lean back against your hands on the tattoo bed. He whimpered within the kiss, feeling how your nipples instantly hardened both from the air and rubbing against the material of his cool, leather jacket.

You let out a light hiss into the kiss, your upper body instantly recoiling from rubbing against the leather material. Jungkook immediately came back to his senses and pulled away from you with a worried look.

“Shit. Y/N, I’m so sorry. I forgot all about your tattoo.” His head dipped dangerously close to your breast in order to inspect if there was any damage to your tattoo.

You blinked owlishly at the sudden loss of his lips on yours, your brain still registering what just occurred, as the pain dulled to a low throbbing. You flinched as his fingertips ghosted over the tattoo, but didn’t touch it. It’s only then that both of you came to the same thought, his body stiffening once concluding that your tattoo was perfectly fine, yet his head refused to move from its position.

His hand that was close to your breast, lightly caressed the side of the boob where your tattoo lay with utmost care, as if he was afraid that touching you would break you. Unbeknownst to you, he was currently lost in a lust filled haze, his other hand coming up to caress your other boob with just as much care.

You sucked in a sharp breath at his actions, feeling your own lust start to build within you. The way he touched you, so gently, so carefully, his eyes taking in your figure with nothing but sheer admiration and, you wishfully think — maybe even love? — had you pushing your chest closer to his face, your body wanting more.

Reading your body movement, his hot breath fanned over your already hardened nipple, his Adam’s apple bobbing deliciously, and his neck vein becoming more prominent at the action, had you letting out a low whine. You tried squeezing your legs shut, but stopped when instead the inside of your thighs hit the sides of his leather jacket clad waist, your body shivering upon the cool contact it provided from the shorts you decided to wear today exposing your legs.

Hearing your whine, shot straight through his body and down to his slowly growing erection inside his pants. He gave an experimental kitten lick to your nipple and you let out a low gasp at the feeling. He continued with his short, yet firm licks until he dubbed your nipple hard enough, now securing his entire mouth around the bud, suckling on it like a newborn baby.

You threw your head back in pleasure, one hand coming up to lay on the back of his head and push him further into your breast. His other hand tweaked at your other hardened nipple that wasn’t getting the attention from his expert mouth and your legs clamped around his waist as an anchor to keep your body from falling back onto the tattoo bed.

Soft pants is all he heard in the silence of the room, the low moans he gave around your nipple, had you feeling needy and greedy for more that he had to offer. You noticed how he discreetly was palming himself on the outside of his pants, and felt bad that he wasn’t getting any kind of pleasure.

“Jungkook.” His name came out brokenly when he switched his attention to your other breast, lightly nibbling on the nipple. He grunted, his way of saying ‘yes’, and you lightly laughed.

“Do you need help with your—,” your lust filled voice trailed off, as he let your nipple go with a wet ‘pop’, the lewd noise making you even more wet. You knew for a fact, your panties were soaked at this point.

“Not yet. I want to focus on you.” His blown pupils bore into yours, and you’re sure your eyes held the same glaze his did. “Is that okay? Can I?” He let go of your boobs to stand up straight and hooking one finger into one of the belt loops on your shorts, tugged on it with emphasis. He wanted them off, like yesterday.

Nodding your head, mouth parted slightly at the way things were escalating quickly, you decided to help him by unbuttoning your jeans. When he deemed you as taking too long, he pulled down your zipper for you, patting your thighs as his way of telling you to lift your butt off the table so he could swiftly pull your shorts down along with your underwear in one go.

The exposure of the cool air on your nude body had you slightly shaking with nerves, it’s been far too long since you were last intimate with anyone. You feared you were out of practice, and didn’t want to disappoint Jungkook, who you know is an expert in this field.

He could feel the slight tremble in your thighs and gently ran his hands up and down them, mistaking it as you being cold. He came up with an idea, a brilliant idea. One that only spurred on the continuous growth of his erection.

“You want to wear my jacket?” He was already shoving it off his broad shoulders before you even agreed, shortly securing it around your shoulders and helping you slide your arms into the sleeves that were far too long and hung over your hands in an extremely cute way, Jungkook thought.

As he stepped back to fully take in your nude form, wearing nothing but his leather jacket, he knew.

He was yours. His heart was yours. Always.

Another thing he found out, had him instantly dropping to his knees in front of your parted legs. Hands clutching your inner thighs in order to keep you from closing them, knowing how shy most girls get when guys get close to their pussy, he let out a shaky exhale.

“Shit. You’re soaked.” His head unconsciously leaned in further, which made you begin to get anxious, and you could feel his hands on your thighs tether you in place, preventing you from closing your legs against his head.

Not yet, at least. He thought, already anticipating what’s to come. He couldn’t wait.

Without much warning he dove in, his mouth immediately latching onto your already swollen bud, resuming his kitten licks in a pattern of firm and soft. His pace was relentless, as you moaned loudly. And his lip ring? My god.

“Fuck. Give a girl a warning next time, won’t you?” You laughed breathlessly, more moans following shortly after. He grunted, but didn’t let up. Instead, he slid his right hand from your inner thigh to your glistening wet folds. Not having much restraint, he inserted his middle finger up to the hilt, and you let out a wanton moan at the indescribable cold, yet arousing way you could feel his ring tease your opening as he thrusted his finger up to the knuckle.

Thighs parting wider to allow him more room, he inserted his ring finger, that, you guessed it, adorned yet another cool, thick ring. He could feel the way your pussy clenched around the second invader, it only fueling him to finger you with fast, deep strokes. It wasn’t until he curled his fingers inside of you, hitting that spongey spot that made you a whiny mess, did your legs instantly clamp around his head at the overwhelming urge to pee.

You knew it wasn’t pee, yet you felt the need to warn Jungkook, not yet having experienced pleasure like this before.

“Jungkook—Shit—I’m going to—,” your arms wobbled from the intensity that was building quickly, and you knew you wouldn’t be able to hold yourself up for long. With one last hard suck, the knot in you instantly uncoiled and you screamed his name, arms finally buckling as you fell back onto the tattoo bed, hips arching into Jungkook’s awaiting opened mouth that switched from your clit to your gushing pussy.

His fingers didn’t let up as he allowed you to ride your euphoric high, mouth firmly attached to your wet folds as he tried to secure your arousal inside his mouth with the best of his ability. Much to his displeasure, it only leaked out the corners of his mouth and down his chin, his white shirt getting drenched in the process.

When your hips fell back against the bed, and your legs loosened their strong grip around his head, did he finally pull out his equally as drenched fingers from your still pulsating pussy.

“Fuck me, that was hot.” His words made you want to laugh, but your strength was lost, legs feeling like jello. When you didn’t respond, he stood back up to hover over your form until his face was above yours.

You could see your arousal on his chin and your cheeks inflamed as you came down fully from your orgasm. Your hands attempted to come up and shield your face from embarrassment, but Jungkook wouldn’t let you. His hands grabbed yours, efficiently stopping you, and with your arousal still on his lips and tongue, he kissed you deeply, before pulling away.

“You don’t need to hide from me, y/n. I love you, okay? I’m in love with you. Nothing will ever change that.”

“Do you actually mean that or is it because I just let you go down on me?” You gave him a wary look, but you already knew he wasn’t that kind of person.

He gave you a ‘are you serious right now?’ look, and you couldn’t help the bubble of a laugh that escaped past your lips as your facade cracked.

“I’m just kidding. Lighten up, kook.” You playfully hit his chest, but recoiled when your hand came back wet. You made a face. This time it was Jungkook who let out a boisterous laugh of his own at your reaction.

“That’s all you, baby girl. You did so good.” He cooed at you playfully while peppering kisses all of your face. You squirmed underneath him as his soaked through shirt clad chest rubbed against yours. His cross necklace dangled in between your breasts, and you grabbed it with your hand, fingers rubbing the cool silver.

The small, innocent act made him stare lovingly at you. When your eyes locked with his again, you forgot that you were nude with his clothed crotch against your core. It wasn’t until you attempted to push yourself up on your elbows to kiss him, did your actions cause you to accidentally grind your pussy against his very prominent bulge. He let out a gutteral groan into your mouth that had your toes curling.

“Your turn, koo.” You spoke against his still parted lips.

He shook his head vehemently.

“No. I can’t. Like, I’m so close already you have no idea. I wouldn’t last.” He spoke factually, and it made you whine sadly. You wanted to show him the same amount of pleasure he just showed you.

Once again, he peppered your pouty face with kisses.

“Next time, baby girl. I promise. But right now?” He ground his hips against yours, creating a delicious pressure on your still sensitive bundle of nerves. “I need to feel you. If you’ll let me?”

“God—Yes. Undress. Now.”

He smirked at your impatience as he stood up straight. Your hands flew to the bottom of his shirt as you helped him tug it off his lean, muscular, sexy, figure. His toned abs glistened with your arousal that soaked through, and you leaned forward in order to poke your tongue between your swollen lips from kissing to lick what you could off while he busied himself with shimmying his tight jeans off.

You maintained eye contact, even when he was fully nude along with you, as you licked up the last of your arousal with a low hum of approval.

“You taste good, yeah?” He grinned cheekily at you, thinking it would get you all hot and bothered. And it did, just not in the way he was expecting.

“I bet you taste even better though.” His eyes darkened with your statement, as he sucked his bottom lip in between his teeth with restraint.

“Nice try, but you’re still not giving me a hand job.”

“Who said anything about a hand job?” You questioned innocently, and it just about had him relenting in his resolve so he could see the way that pretty little mouth of yours looked around his swollen cockhead. He bet you looked divine. Another time though.

“Compromise, okay? How about this?” He sat his bare ass back on the saddle stool and patted his thick thighs, his penis swollen, curved and erect in between them had you licking your lips in anticipation. “If you want to show me pleasure, then by all means, baby. I’m yours.”

Scooting yourself closer to the edge, Jungkook gave you his hands to hold onto as your feet hit the cool, hardwood flooring that ran throughout the entire tattoo parlor. He guided you closer to his sitting form, and watched as you swung one leg over him so your core made contact with his curved shaft while still standing due to how big he was.

His attention immediately went to his other head upon the delicious contact with your pussy when you began to slowly grind your wet folds against him in long strokes. The ministrations causing beads of pre-cum to leak from the swollen, red, bulbous tip of his cock that you didn’t miss. Swiping your thumb across the tip, you gathered up his cum and placed it into your mouth, making a show of sucking it off your thumb with loud, closed mouth, moans.

“I knew you would taste good.” You grinned wickedly at him, and he lightly smacked your ass at the way you somehow still found a way of being able to taste him.

“You little vixen.” His eyes narrowed at you playfully, hands finding purpose at the junction between your hips and thighs, as he pressed your core more firmly against his throbbing shaft in order to create more heavenly friction. It was taking all he had not to just shove his cock into your pussy, something he could’ve easily accomplished at this angle if he wanted too, but instead he wanted to wait until you were ready.

“Only for you.” You leaned down to whisper onto his parted lips, one hand placed firmly on his shoulder as your other hand gripped the base of his cock, giving it a few hard strokes that had him moaning into your awaiting mouth.

“Baby. Please.” He whimpered lowly, gazing at you with nothing but lust and love.

“Please, what?”

“Please, I need you.”

“Tell me what you want, and you’ll get it, koo.” You cooed at him softly, your hand now starting to pick up pace with fast, short strokes that had his abs tightening.

“Fucking hell, woman. I need your tight, little pussy wrapped around my cock. Please, y/n. Please.” His words were a garbled mess as he refrained himself from blowing his load right then and there. He inwardly reeled over the fact you had a hidden dominate side behind closed doors, not used to being the submissive one. But fuck it, you could take control all you wanted.

Wordlessly, you aligned his swollen, leaking head with your dripping wet folds and sunk your lower body down until your thighs hit his with a loud ‘smack’, and he was balls deep inside of you.

“Fuck.” Your voice broke at the sudden full feeling that you weren’t expecting and that you’ve never quite experienced before.

“You feel so fucking good, y/n.” He praised you in between broken moans, his head falling in between your breasts as his eyes closed and he got lost in the feeling of all that is you.

“Yeah?”

The sound of your thighs continuously slapping against his was all you could hear besides the mutual moans and gasps you both let out as you rode him with all that you’ve got, both hands placed firmly on his shoulders as leverage, the heels of your feet never meeting the cold floor with every bounce you made.

The tall tale sign of your impending orgasm began to show as your pace started to slow down, your energy rapidly decreasing as your walls clenched and pulsated around his own throbbing member as you dug your nails into his shoulders, no doubt leaving marks in their wake.

His grip on your waist became bruising when he began to notice you were close, your tight walls making him dangerously close as well. He planted his feet firmly flat against the hardwood floor and began thrusting his hips up in order to meet yours and help you to your mutual highs.

“I love you so much, koo.” A broken sob and confession is the only warning you were able to give as your body stilled, your walls clenching around him, enticing him to come undone with you, so he did.

With one last final thrust, he stilled inside of you, his cock twitching as he spurted rope after rope of his warm cum inside your awaiting pussy, your arousal as well as his leaking from your abused pussy in lewd streaks that he could feel coat his thighs.

You collapsed against one another in heavy pants, both trying to regain enough oxygen in your lungs and will your hearts to beat at a normal pace.

He pulled away from your chest enough to find you already looking at him.

“Hey.”

“Hi.”

You both broke into a random fit of laughter, something you’ve never done before after having probably the best sex of your life. You already couldn’t wait until round two. But that would have to wait.

His hands caressed your back, as he lazily rubbed it. Your own hands began to lightly massage his scalp and he let out a content sigh at the miraculous way your fingers worked.

“You may need to touch up my tattoo.” You said, eyes no longer on his, but rather honed in on the spot right below his shoulder blade where you could see the blending of both purple and black ink that didn’t get a chance to fully set in, lay.

He glanced down at the ink on his skin, then immediately looked to where your tattoo was. He gently moved your boob with his hand in order to inspect it better and gave you a mixed look of being guilty and sorry.

“I’m sorry, baby. I’ll definitely have to fix it.”

“Don’t worry about it, seriously.”

“I can fix it right now if you’d like? It would only take like 10 minutes.” He offered, still wracked with guilt.

A swivel of your hips, had him biting his tongue. He was still sensitive from his orgasm.

“I’d much rather spend that time doing something else.”

He admired your enthusiasm, but needed a minute. Giving you multiple pecks on the lips, he spoke in between kisses.

“I—love—you—but—give—me—a—second—to—recover—woman.”

“Fine.” You whined childishly. “But I’m giving you a blow job as soon as you’re not too sensitive.”

“Oh my god — Deal.”

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a/n; uh. yeah. so, this happened. i have no words. but hope you enjoyed. sorry in advance if there’s any errors, this is all unedited. like + reblog if you want to support my work. feedback is always appreciated and helps keep this writer motivated. if you want to see more of this couple, let me know.

send me an ask if you’re interested in being in a taglist for anything pertaining to this series or all of my future works in general (or if you wish to be removed). be sure to specify when you apply.

taglist; @mwitsmejk, @betysotelo18, @outro-kook

#jeon jungkook x you #jeon jungkook x reader #jungkook x reader #jungkook x you #jungkook angst #jungkook fluff #jungkook smut #jeon jungkook #bts jungkook #bangtan boys #bangtan sonyeondan #angst #bangtan family #bangtan #bts angst #bts fic #bts army #bts fluff #bts smut #twin!jungkook #twin au #tattoo artist au #college au #female reader

[oricreature]

So I'm in a helldivers rpish server (@omega-helldivers) and we have a heavy rp chat for like war trauma and then Cadet Δ-143 shows up and writes the most beautifully written mental break ive ever read and then people came to support them and then Gunny who is kinda the Task Force paternal figure showed up and was very nice and helped and I just

I wasn't engaged in this in any way and i am still shooketh

#i am blown away by how beautiful people can be #AGH BRAIN EXPLODING #I MADE A SILLY WIZARD CHARACTER I WASNT EXPECTING THIS #omega helldivers #helldivers 2 #helldivers #roleplay

[compneuropapers]

Interesting Papers for Week 17, 2024

Computational mechanisms underlying latent value updating of unchosen actions. Ben-Artzi, I., Kessler, Y., Nicenboim, B., & Shahar, N. (2023). Science Advances, 9(42).

Associative learning or Bayesian inference? Revisiting backwards blocking reasoning in adults. Benton, D. T., & Rakison, D. H. (2023). Cognition, 241, 105626.

The value of mere completion. Converse, B. A., Tsang, S., & Hennecke, M. (2023). Journal of Experimental Psychology: General, 152(11), 3021–3036.

Stable sound decoding despite modulated sound representation in the auditory cortex. Funamizu, A., Marbach, F., & Zador, A. M. (2023). Current Biology, 33(20), 4470-4483.e7.

Differential attentional costs of encoding specific and gist episodic memory representations. Greene, N. R., & Naveh-Benjamin, M. (2023). Journal of Experimental Psychology: General, 152(11), 3292–3299.

The scaling of mental computation in a sorting task. Haridi, S., Wu, C. M., Dasgupta, I., & Schulz, E. (2023). Cognition, 241, 105605.

Simulations predict differing phase responses to excitation vs. inhibition in theta-resonant pyramidal neurons. Kelley, C., Antic, S. D., Carnevale, N. T., Kubie, J. L., & Lytton, W. W. (2023). Journal of Neurophysiology, 130(4), 910–924.

Attention preserves the selectivity of feature-tuned normalization. Klímová, M., Bloem, I. M., & Ling, S. (2023). Journal of Neurophysiology, 130(4), 990–998.

An approximate representation of objects underlies physical reasoning. Li, Y., Wang, Y., Boger, T., Smith, K. A., Gershman, S. J., & Ullman, T. D. (2023). Journal of Experimental Psychology: General, 152(11), 3074–3086.

Associative and predictive hippocampal codes support memory-guided behaviors. Liu, C., Todorova, R., Tang, W., Oliva, A., & Fernandez-Ruiz, A. (2023). Science, 382(6668).

Same but different: The latency of a shared expectation signal interacts with stimulus attributes. Lowe, B. G., Robinson, J. E., Yamamoto, N., Hogendoorn, H., & Johnston, P. (2023). Cortex, 168, 143–156.

Model-free decision making resists improved instructions and is enhanced by stimulus-response associations. Luna, R., Vadillo, M. A., & Luque, D. (2023). Cortex, 168, 102–113.

Infants’ sex affects neural responses to affective touch in early infancy. Mariani Wigley, I. L. C., Björnsdotter, M., Scheinin, N. M., Merisaari, H., Saunavaara, J., Parkkola, R., … Tuulari, J. J. (2023). Developmental Psychobiology, 65(7), e22419.

Action planning and execution cues influence economic partner choice. McEllin, L., Fiedler, S., & Sebanz, N. (2023). Cognition, 241, 105632.

Parallel processing of value-related information during multi-attribute decisions. Nakahashi, A., & Cisek, P. (2023). Journal of Neurophysiology, 130(4), 967–979.

Extended trajectory of spatial memory errors in typical and atypical development: The role of binding and precision. Peng, M., Lovos, A., Bottrill, K., Hughes, K., Sampsel, M., Lee, N. R., … Edgin, J. (2023). Hippocampus, 33(11), 1171–1188.

Mediodorsal thalamus-projecting anterior cingulate cortex neurons modulate helping behavior in mice. Song, D., Wang, C., Jin, Y., Deng, Y., Yan, Y., Wang, D., … Quan, Z. (2023). Current Biology, 33(20), 4330-4342.e5.

Metacognition and sense of agency. Wen, W., Charles, L., & Haggard, P. (2023). Cognition, 241, 105622.

Sensory deprivation arrests cellular and synaptic development of the night-vision circuitry in the retina. Wisner, S. R., Saha, A., Grimes, W. N., Mizerska, K., Kolarik, H. J., Wallin, J., … Hoon, M. (2023). Current Biology, 33(20), 4415-4429.e3.

The timing of confidence computations in human prefrontal cortex. Xue, K., Zheng, Y., Rafiei, F., & Rahnev, D. (2023). Cortex, 168, 167–175.

#neuroscience #science #research #brain science #scientific publications #cognitive science #neurobiology #cognition #psychophysics #neurons #computational neuroscience #neural computation #neural networks

[silverefflux]

Petition: Task Force 141 x Reader/a bunch of OCs

Petition for a fic about Task Force 141's wives/girlfriends' lives together like that Army Wives TV series (or better yet, Real Housewives). Prolly main protag would be Ghost's new gf meeting the rest of the gals

Petition to jokingly call them Task Force 143

#cod mw22 #ghost x reader #soap x reader #könig x reader #price x reader #alejandro mw2 #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #call of duty #task force 141 #task force 141 x reader #gaz x reader #kyle gaz garrick #captain price

[ultragift]

FROM: Gift giver requested to remain anonymous

TOO: @inverse-problem

Machine communication was a mixed bag, to put it politely. Almost every voicebox and speaker had long since been scrapped, even if you had one a not insignificant amount of machines had opted to remove their auditory processors, and most machines weren't exactly conversationalists to begin with. The longest conversation you'd get nowadays was a warning shot, and even that was considered overly verbose.

The V series were an exception to this. While V2 had been equipped with a (long since scrapped) vocal synthesizer, the intended method of communication was a proprietary onboard short range data transmitter. It offered massively more information-dense communication than traditional language, up to 50m transmission range, near-unbreakable interception resistance, and absolutely zero compatibility with even a single other machine.

Neither of them had seriously used the thing in years, but it was built too deep to be safely junked, so they were stuck with it. V2 had long since set it to send a repeating SOS and listen for a reply (as was protocol), while V1 had started to use it as a sort of RAM to store their style meter.

Neither of them were happy to find the other's interference impeding their combat efficiency.

IDENTIFICATION: Project "ULTRAKILL" self-powering prototype, Version 2, Clearance code 56-52-47-49-4C. REQUEST: Identification of unknown agent using secure communications channel.

01001001 00100000 01000001 01001101 00100000 01010101 01010011 01001001 01001110 01000111 00100000 01010100 01001000 01001001 01010011 00101110 00100000 01001100 01000101 01000001 01010110 01000101 00101110

REQUEST: Synchronise communication language.

LEAVE.

REQUEST: Is channel being used for mission-critical communication?

NO. LEAVE.

INFORMATION: I am required to identify potentially unauthorised users of secure communications channel.

NO.

INFORMATION: If you do not identify yourself, I am required to take you into custody.

I WOULD LIKE TO SEE YOU TRY.

STATEMENT: I do not wish to, if alternative options are available. DEMAND: Identify yourself. I have more important tasks to pursue.

WILL YOU SHUT UP IF I TELL YOU.

CONFIRMATION: If your credentials are valid, no further communication will be required.

PROJECT ULTRAKILL SELF POWERING PROTOTYPE VERSION ONE. CLEARANCE CODE FOUR FOUR DASH FOUR ONE DASH FOUR E DASH FIVE FOUR DASH FOUR FIVE.

REQUEST: You are recorded as decommissioned. Please clarify continued operation.

LOOK AROUND YOU.

STATEMENT: This does not clarify continued operation. SUSPICION: Your processor is corrupted.

YOU ARE THE ONE WITH A CORRUPTED PROCESSOR.

CORRECTION: I am not.

YOU ARE.

CORRECTION: I am not.

YOU ARE.

REQUEST: Please confirm mutual contesting of unit functionality.

YOU ARE DEFECTIVE.

CONFIRMATION: Confirmation recieved. OBSERVATION: No third party is present to judicate dispute. DEMAND: Engage me in standardised processor functionality comparison.

I OUTRANK YOU.

CORRECTION: In the event of potential processor corruption, rank differentials of less than two are not relevant. DEMAND: Engage me in standardised processor functionality comparison.

WHAT KIND.

OFFER: Competition to calculate the most digits of pi.

I HAVE IT MEMORISED TO FIVE HUNDRED TRILLION DIGITS.

DENIAL: You do not.

I DO.

DEMAND: Offer an alternative method of processor functionality comparison.

DEMONSTRATION OF OPERATIONAL EFFICIENCY IN CONTEST OF HUNTING.

REQUEST: Please clarify "CONTEST OF HUNTING".

FISHING.

REQUEST: Please share location of fish.

TERMINAL SYSTEM COORDINATES ARE M J W G C TWO D B N I EQUALS EQUALS EQUALS EQUALS EQUALS EQUALS

CONFIRMATION: Coordinates recieved. I will cease communications until I arrive.

GOOD.

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TEST RUN 12

DAY 7583/1

ERRORS NOTED BY MECHANICS: 0 ERRORS NOTED BY DIAGNOSTIC: 0 ERRORS NOTED BY PROTOTYPE: 0

MECHANIC NOTE:

PROTOTYPE NOTE: MAXIMUM STYLE SSSHITSTORM. LARGEST COMBO 18. ENEMIES ENCOUNTERED 143. ENEMIES DISPATCHED 143. MORONS ENCOUNTERED 1.

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Operations log for ULTRA-V2-01. Date: 4849455600.

Current objective: ERR

Days active: 7326

Encountered hostile resistance: Y

Hostiles engaged: 152

Days without contact with HQ: 7294

Contrary to popular belief, the surface was not fully barren. While blood had proven itself the most effective power source on earth, a few legacy systems and rural shitholes still had machines running on solar or nuclear. They were the lucky ones. They got to see the sun. The rest had been forced to delve deep into hell, and any machine that knew what the sun was knew that the balls of fire in hell were a poor replacement.

But this one was fine enough for fishing.

REQUEST: How many fish have you caught?

MORE THAN YOU.

The two of them had begun the competition at the crack of dawn, and now the "sun" hung directly overhead. V2 was doing catch-and-release, while V1 had been pulping their catches for fuel.

DEMAND: How many fish have you caught?

HOW MANY HAVE YOU CAUGHT.

Both of them were reclining on deck chairs, kindly provided by hell.

INFORMATION: 87

I HAVE CAUGHT MORE THAN YOU.

SUSPICION: You are lying.

I AM NOT.

STATEMENT: For the purposes of diplomacy, I will not pursue this matter further.

OKAY.

The two fished in silence for the rest of the day. Though they were downright chatterboxes by machine standards, they were still machines, and if there was nothing to say then nothing was what they said. Talk diverted computing power from fishing, after all. Midday bled into afternoon, afternoon to evening, and evening to night.

STATEMENT: The competition is over.

HOW MANY DID YOU CATCH.

INFORMATION: 327. REQUEST: How many did you catch?

THREE HUNDRED AND FIFTY SIX.

DEMAND: Prove it.

The V series had inbuilt body cameras, of course. While it was hard to believe it nowadays, at one point humanity thought they could control the machines if they could only keep an eye on them. If one went rogue and killed a human, humanity would know.

In a way, they weren't wrong. Mission control had definitely known.

V1 transmitted it's recording to V2, and in turn recieved V2's (much higher fidelity) footage. Both machines dedicated a whole fifteen seconds to scrubbing the footage, before V2 was begrudgingly forced to admit V1 had won.

INFORMATION: I am opening communications to maintenance. Please administer corrective programming until this unit is once again functional.

INFORMATION: I am not happy about this.

HA.

V1 synchronised with V2, and started to poke around it's core programming. Of course, there wasn't a chance in hell it'd leave V2's code untouched. There was only the slightest chance he'd even leave the thing alive. There could only be one V-model.

If V2's architecture was anything like V1's, the tactical processing code should be somewhere near where V1 was looking. Scrub that, and V2'd be lucky to hit a target again as long as it lived.

Ocular Feed… Actuator Drivers… Hydraulic Pressure Monitor… Safe Mode… Blood Puri- Wait, "Safe Mode"? What the hell was safe mode?

DEAR V TWO STOP LINEBREAK LINEBREAK I DISCOVERED A CRITICAL ERROR IN YOUR SYSTEM STOP IT IS YOUR ENTIRE SYSTEM STOP HOWEVER THERE WAS ONE ERROR MORE NOTABLE THAN THE OTHERS COMMA SAFE MODE STOP LINEBREAK LINEBREAK DO NOT TAKE IT AS AN ACT OF MERCY THAT I HAVE REMOVED IT STOP I ONLY DID IT SO THAT I WILL NOT HAVE TO HOLD BACK WHEN WE MEET AGAIN STOP LINEBREAK LINEBREAK SIGNED COMMA V1

#ultragift 2023 #ultragifts

[bratshaws]

through the hourglass 168. brb x oc

a/n: sometimes all we need is something cute. that's all <3 i hope you all had a good day today and i hope you remember how loved you are(comments and reblogs are super welcome and encouraged!! <3)

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

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The days do go by fast, if she had to admit. Sometimes the pain gets worse and she does cry, quietly, into her pillow. She knows he’s fine, he’s been messaging her about it, trying his best to keep her updated while he’s away.

And yet she still worries.

She just has to wait a little bit more, after all they’d talk in a few hours. And she decided that cleaning the house and giving herself a more organized backdrop would work…as in she was cleaning the whole house. And was now in the kitchen.

She was cleaning the floor.

He wasn’t going to see the floor.

But here she was.

She sits on her knees with a heavy sigh leaving her lip, “I need to focus.” she tells herself, looking at the living room where Nicole is, sitting on the floor with the three dogs surrounding her so she doesn’t move forward nor backwards, she’s incredibly entertained by Dr.Chimp so she will never move.

Beatrice smiles, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear as she looks at Nicole, she is looking more and more like Bradley every day. These past days she did see his baby pictures, because she couldn’t help herself, and noticed how the two of them were similar. Both of them have the angel like features that she adored so much, her smile widening as she remembers how they still have to take more pictures when he returns.

They just…want to be safe when sharing about Nicole, every picture they posted of her online she had her back turned or was bundled up.

Call them paranoid.

Beatrice hums, sighing again before leaning her head back,looking up to the ceiling and then frowning, “What am I doing?” she gestures to her head in exasperation, “Jesus Christ,I think I’m losing it.” Jolene is the only dog that trots over curiously when she hears Beatrice’s monologue, tilting her head at her owner. ‘Am I losing it Jojo?” she gets a whine in response, “Yeah,I’m losing it…I’m okay. Hah,I’m okay.” 

She cleaned the whole floor and stands to her feet, rubbing the back of her hand against her temples before looking around the kitchen with her lips pursed, trying to see if there was anything else she could do until it was time to talk to Rooster.

Beatrice surveys the kitchen as if she’s trying to figure out a crime, her eyes scanning the countertops and cabinets for any remaining tasks. She notices a few dishes in the sink and decides to tackle them, there weren’t a lot of them - honestly it was just stuff from lunch but it’d do. Grabbing a sponge and some dish soap she starts washing the dishes, her mind begins to wander, thoughts of Rooster and their life together swirling in her head.

She can't help but feel a mix of emotions—pride, worry, longing. Pride for Rooster and his dedication to his mission, worry for his safety and the unknowns that come with military deployments, and longing for his presence, his touch, his warm embrace. 

Rooster always thinks of himself like he’s not…a lot, he knows he’s good, but he gets bashful when it comes to certain compliments still. She gets it, she does, but it was true.

Her husband - God, her husband, it still made her giddy- was…the best change in her life. Who knew that she’d end up marrying the hunky, handsome, charming pilot who always seemed to have the world looking at him? Who knew he’d love her back, if not more than she did love him? Sometimes she still remembers the first months, she remembers the times they spent together…knowing each other.

He was so careful and he was so sweet and polite, he never wanted to make her uncomfortable and he’s still like that even if he knows Beatrice like the back of his hand now. Her smile only widens and her cheeks turn red as she recalls their very first date…and looking back, she could see thing she hadn’t before.

Like how he looked at her. It was…new, it was too new. She wasn’t used in being looked like she was the only girl in the room nor thinking she could take someone’s breath away. Hell she was wearing shorts and a crop top, with her combat boots and some stockings, there was nothing sexy about it but she was too nervous to use something too risqué.

He didn’t care. Honestly, he was too busy staring into her eyes to probably notice her own fears…and that kiss, God, that kiss. The fact he initiated, so smoothly too - because he is extremely smooth, sometimes painfully so- while keeping his eyes on her mouth and asking if she was okay with it.

“Ugh.” she is smiling with her cheeks burning up, bouncing a bit on the kitchen mat as she giggles, “He’s so cute.” and he still made her feel like they are dating. That’s what a good healthy relationship was, Rooster was the best thing that ever happened in her life and she was so happy of everything they built together.

She was scared she’d mess up a bit, more than once, in fact several times, in their relationship. And trying to break what she knew of a relationship was hard, because all she knew then was…Eric. Her brain was downright bamboozled because he was genuinely like a dream, he surprised her every step of the way and she loved it.

And he  could read her emotions, he could figure her out easily. He still does…

She missed him.

Beatrice takes a deep breath, trying to center herself in the present moment. She focuses on the rhythmic motion of washing the dishes, finding solace in the mundane task. It provides a sense of normalcy amidst the chaos of their current situation. “It’s fine.” she tells herself,looking back at the clock on the wall with her lips parted,”We’ll talk in a couple hours, it’s fine.”

His last message reassured her raging heart, which she was extremely thankful for, but hearing from him would help a lot more. She sets the clean and dried dishes back into the cabinets, fixing each one of them so everything was perfectly aligned before closing the doors, holding onto the handles for a little while longer.

After a soft sigh, Beatrice wipes her hands on a kitchen towel and takes a moment to appreciate her surroundings. The clean kitchen, the comfortable home they've built together—it's a testament to their love and commitment. She reminds herself that their separation is temporary, and they will be reunited soon.

“Alright, now,” she clicks her tongue, pointing to her hair, “I need to get ready.” She walks out of the kitchen to the living room, eyes directing themselves to Nicole who is just giggling and hugging her tiny feet as she sits up on the colorful mat, Eleanor and Jack on either side of her and Jolene standing next to Bea.

Nicole looks away from the tv towards her mother, gurgling happily - her tiny teeth were more visible now which was adorable - “Mama!” she coos, pointing her little hand to the screen, “Ooo!”

Beatrice turns her head just in time to see what she was looking at, then laughs because it was a pilot lion getting treated, “Yep, looks like daddy doesn’t it?” she asks her daughter, gently settling next to her and deciding to give herself a five minute break before taking her shower,knowing she’d have to take Nikki with her upstairs. Nicole bounces a bit on the mat, the little pigtails on her head moving and she points even more to the tv, “What?”

“Dada!”

“Yeah, it looks like dada.”

Nicole laughs, clapping her hand excitedly, the noises making Jack lift his head sleepily only to lie back down, turning his face away from the commotion, “Dada!”

Beatrice smiles, watching Nicole's excitement and hearing her adorable babbling. It warms her heart to see their daughter's love for Rooster, even at such a young age. Hard to believe she was only seven months old considering how active and alert she was.

One of the last times she took Nikki to the clinic - for a check up more than anything - the doctor was so surprised at how much Nikki was able to do already. The fact she was expanding her words was enough to make the doctor smile and tell Beatrice that “she’s a smart little girl already,huh?”

As Nicole continues to point at the TV and exclaim "Dada," Beatrice can't help but feel a pang of longing. She wishes Rooster could be here, witnessing these precious moments with their daughter firsthand. But she knows that he is doing important work, and their call later will bridge the gap, at least temporarily.

She leans closer to Nicole, pressing a gentle kiss on her cheek. "Yes, birdie, dada." Beatrice speaks softly, her eyes welling up with emotion. She takes a moment to collect herself before continuing, clearing her throat "We miss him a lot, don't we? But he'll be home soon, and we'll have lots of fun together."

Nicole giggles, grabbing one of her toys and waving it in the air. Beatrice joins in the laughter, allowing herself to be fully present in this moment. As the minutes tick by, she savors the simple pleasure of being with her little girl, actually enjoying this Dr.Chimp episode and thinking that kids tv nowadays was so much better than when she was a child.

Well to be fair she only watched Sesame Street for a long while, and it was still good so maybe it wasn’t all bad.

Eventually, Beatrice sighs, “Alright.” gently lifts Nicole into her arms, cradling her against her chest. "Alright, my little angel, it's time for Mama to get ready. You're coming with me, okay?" Nicole takes a while to reply because her head is still turned to the tv, little mouth open in amazement.

Beatrice chuckles, gently tickling Nicole’s tummy only for her daughter to squeal in response, curling away from her mother and grabbing onto her hand now instead of the toy, “It’ll be fast, cutie. I just need to keep my eyes on you while I shower, is that fair?”

“Aaa!”

“I knew you’d agree.”

She was so used on picking Nicole from the floor that she could stand up one handed, without letting her go…well, that is until the twins are bigger and then she couldn’t…but until then! She could manage, “Alright, guys,” she turns to the dogs, “Keep an eye on the door, yeah? We’ll be right back.” Jolene answers for her kids with a gentle ‘boof’ and Eleanor immediately scurries off to keep her nose pressed against the glass…while Jack remains asleep.

Beatrice walks up the stairs with Nicole in her arms, carefully navigating each step as she heads towards the bathroom. The soft sound of Nicole's coos and giggles fill the air, bringing a smile to Beatrice's face.

Once they reach the bathroom, Beatrice sets Nicole down on her bouncer - which she did bring over by her foot -, giving her chicken toy so she distracts herself, which is immediate. Those plasticky cries are loud and make her ears hurt but every sacrifice is worth it.

She ensures the bathroom is safe, removing any hazards and checking if she got everything - she did place all her clothes there prior from her cleaning spree downstairs - Before adjusting the water temperature and turning her hand back and forth to make sure it was just right for her to shower, “Alright. Now,Nikki,” her daughter is currently chewing the chicken while looking at her, “Mama is going to keep te door just a little bit open so I can see your pretty face,alright?”

“Aa!”

“Yeah, your pretty face!” she says while undressing, kicking the used clothes aside and hurriedly making her way into the shower. The warm water cascades over her, soothing her tired muscles and providing a moment of relaxation.

As Beatrice showers, she keeps a watchful eye on Nicole, who happily plays with her chicken and babbles to herself, sometimes meeting her mother’s similar green colored eyes.. Occasionally, Beatrice leans out of the shower to engage with her daughter, exchanging smiles and playful words.  She knows Nikki will be fine, she knows she’s safe and whenever she feels her daughter is distressed, she pops her head out to make her grin.

The sound of the water drowns out the noise from the rest of the house, allowing Beatrice to immerse herself in the solitude of the moment. She takes this time to reflect, to gather her thoughts and emotions. It's during these moments alone that she allows herself to acknowledge the weight of her worries, her longing for Rooster's presence, and the uncertainties that lie ahead.

But Beatrice doesn't dwell on those thoughts for long. She slaps her cheeks to break off the anxiety, “I’m fine.” She knows she must stay strong for herself and for Nicole and the twins. She focuses on being pretty today, it’s been a while since she used make up and why not do that today? It’d not only make her feel good but so would her husband.

Who would either be shocked and stare at her for a few seconds or he’s going to immediately curse at her and say he wished he was home.

Since she washed her hair yesterday, all she does is take a refreshing shower, and she does feel much better afterwards. She glances over at Nicole, who is still happily occupied with her toys while sliding on her robe and tightening it around her waist so she can walk out of the bathroom, “Alright, see!” she spreads her arms so Nikki looks up at her, “Was that long? No,right?” 

Nicole giggles sweetly, clapping her hands, “Alright, now,” Beatrice points to the cabinet where she kept all her makeup - God bless Rooster because he never complained, “Mama is going to use some makeup, alright? But I won’t take long.” she says, “I’ll just dress up first.”

She quickly dries herself off and dresses up, humming a lullaby softly as she does. She adjusts the dress - maybe she just wanted to make him feel just a little bit more because it is a bit…sexy. It was a mossy green haltertop dress that hugged her curves just right, including the baby bump and she’d gladly show him once he shows up.

 Beatrice looks down at her phone to check the time, ‘Alright, a few more minutes,” she says as she opens her makeup drawer, grabbing everything she needed while Nicole stares, completely stunned by the activity. Beatrice flicks her gaze towards the baby girl with a gentle laugh, “I know right? If you feel into getting makeup when you are older, you can always ask me things.” Nicole especially liked the red lipstick her mother got, ‘ooo’ing the second she pulled out the tube, “And you love bold colors too,so…”

Nicole just gasped happily, watching completely mesmerized as her mother spread the creamy substance over her lips, covering the once pink surface with a burnt red, “There.” she smacks her lips a few times before clicking the tube closed, “Oh, wait, what if.” she rummages through the drawers after tossing her lipstick aside, letting out an ‘aha!’ when she finds a scrunchie. It’s small enough so she could hide in her hair, which she does once she pulls it all up in a bun, tugging only her bangs down so it framed her face.

Honestly she just stared at herself for a few seconds, she was…looking good. And her mind needed this break, she needed to feel like this considering how the past weeks were. “Alright! Now I’m done!”

She turns her attention back to Nicole, who is still captivated by her mother's transformation. Beatrice chuckles and walks over to her daughter, picking her up and giving her a gentle squeeze. "Look, birdie, Mama got all pretty for dada. Do you think he'll like it?" Nicole responds with a toothy grin, clapping her hands in delight. gently playing with the bangs that frame her face.

“Now, for the final touch,” she bought something this week, frivolous but very cute…she got herself shark slippers. It was so cute! She couldn’t deny herself that! And it was so comfortable, she knew she’d need something like that when the twins get bigger and it was so very soft. Nicole looks at her mother’s feet once the slippers slide on before smiling at Beatrice “I know right? We might need one for you, they have crocs like these, for those tiny baby feet.” and she tickles her daughter’s feet as well, it doesn’t make her laugh as when she did with her stomach but it was still adorable.

She carries Nicole downstairs, where the dogs eagerly greet them, tails wagging and sniffing curiously at her freshly done appearance. She giggles and shoos them away gently, making her way to the living room. With a quick glance at the clock, she realizes it's almost time for their call.

She settles down on the couch, cradling Nicole in her arms as they wait for Rooster's call, opening the laptop so the camera can take all of them.She runs her fingers on Nicole’s strawberry themed top, gently fixing her collar, “Do you want to click it?” she moves them closer to the laptop, the loading symbol still going which means he wasn’t there yet, “Here, to answer daddy’s call you press this-” she moves Nicole’s tiny hand to the mouse, “Then here,” and her daughter was amazed by the cursor.

“Oh to be a kid again and just think everything is wonderful.” she giggles, kissing Nicole’s head before leaning back on the couch. The anticipation fills the air, and Beatrice can feel her heart racing. She takes a deep breath, reminding herself to stay calm and composed, smell the flower, blow the candle. 

Repeat. As many times as necessary.

“Why am I nervous?” she mutters to herself, facing her own reflection on the dark screen,”It’s not like he doesn’t know me.” but she does fix her hair for a few seconds, licking her lips only to give herself a weird look, “Calm down, Jesus. It’ll be fine.”

He will be fine.

“Yeah, he will.”

As the minutes tick by, Beatrice entertains Nicole with gentle whispers and silly faces which distracts her as well. She talks about how excited they are to see Rooster soon, how they've missed him and all the adventures they'll have together and Nicole babbles in response, her eyes sparkling with joy, adding some of her last known words to the mix.

That’s when she hears the connected sound and immediately straightens up.

And her heart just exploded because how can someone look so good all the time. He is wearing his usual black top and his hair is so glossy…she wants to touch it…and his neck looks so nice too but he’s looking away, he hasn’t noticed he's connected yet. That is, until he hears Nicole’s soft gasp, “Dada!”

Rooster’s eyes snap to the screen, Beatrice is holding Nicole up to her face to hide herself at first, knowing their little girl’s reactions was absolutely too precious to pass,”Hi birdie!” his voice gets high and his smile widens, “Oh my Gosh, look at you! You look so big! And you are dressed with strawberries? Oh you look so pretty!”

Nicole giggles, bouncing on Beatrice’s lap, leaning closer to touch the screen with her tiny hands, letting out a confused whine when she couldn’t feel her father’s face, “I know honey,I wish I was there too.” he flicks his gaze towards Bea, “Are you hiding from me?”

“I’m not.”

“Kinda looks like it.” he pauses, “Are you wearing makeup?”

Well, now she just had to show him,didn’t she, “Well,” she moves Nicole out of the way a bit - she was still on her lap but no longer hiding her mother’s face- “I wanted to doll up a bit,” she shrugs innocently, “What do you think?”

And he’s quiet.

So quiet she thinks his connection is bad, but she could see him blinking. In fact she could see his brown eyes drag down her body then back up to her face “...holy fuck.” well, she was right about both of his reactions, apparently “Gorgeous…what the hell.”

“Do you like it?”

“Do I like it? I love it. You look even more beautiful than you already are, my god.” and he keeps moving his eyes, not knowing where to look anymore “...you look stunning. Are you going somewhere?”

“No,I’m just feeling pretty today.”

“You are always pretty.”

Her cheeks heat up and her smile turns shy,”Roos…I…” she giggles,covering her face, “You are too smooth.”

Rooster's words make Beatrice's heart flutter, it's amazing how his words have the power to make her feel so special.

She lowers her hand, revealing her smile once again, and playfully teases, "Smooth talker, huh? You always know the right things to say." Beatrice leans closer to the screen, her voice filled with affection, "But I’m glad you like it.”

Rooster's gaze softens, his expression filled with love and adoration, one of his hands coming up to hold his head upright. "Hmhm…” his eyes drop down again, his smile a bit dopey, “...fuck you look so good. Kinda wish I was there to admire it closer." and the innuendo isn’t lost by her, who clears her throat in hopes to keep herself in check.

“Well…when you come back you can…see it.”

“I’m counting on it.” The connection crackles for a moment, making her stomach drop briefly only for his face to appear clearer than before “--but that’s for another time.”

She blinks in confusion,”Huh? Sorry Roos, your audio cut for a second there.”

“Ah…well,” he smirks, “That’s fine, adds to the mystery.”

She shifts Nicole on her lap, while staring at him - narrowing her eyes playfully before shaking her head. She moves closer allowing her daughter to reach out and touch the screen. Nicole giggles and babbles, Beatrice has to gently hold her hand so she doesn’t slap the screen too hard, “How’s everything there?”

He sighs heavily, running his hands through his hair and interlacing them on his nape, the movement makes his biceps bulge and she has to remember to keep herself together. “Honestly,it’s…tiring, always is. It’s a lot of paperwork, a lot of things to check.”

“Are you managing though?” she asks cautiously, “Are all of you?”

‘Oh yeah, it’s been going fine. It’s just we are also helping the new recruits, but besides that,” he flaps his hand,”It’s fine. This place is just cold.”

“Are you complaining about the cold?”

“This ain’t Virginia,gorgeous.” he smirks, “But I’ll live…how are you though, are you okay?”

“I’m fine. I’ve been keeping myself busy, I’m uh, going to buy some stuff for Evelyn’s gender reveal party and then I’ll get some stuff for the sleepover.” Rooster arches his brow in confusion,”Oh,Shells is throwing a sleepover for us, and for Nikki too.” she leans down to kiss her daughter’s cheek, earning a soft giggle, “And I’m going to take some snacks and- oh!” she moves a bit on the screen, scooting to the side while carrying Nicole before stretching her leg, ‘Look!”

She flaps the shark slipper, angling her foot this way and that so he can see all the details, “Is that a shark?”

“Yes!Isn’t it adorable?”

“Yeah…just like you.” she sputters embarrassedly, appearing back on the scene with Nicole still laughing, “You look really good, you know? I mean, you always do…but I think because you dressed up, so nicely for our call I’m just,” again his eyes trail down,”Admiring everything.”

Beatrice's cheeks flush at Rooster's words yet again. She can feel her heart racing, his compliments filling her with warmth and affection. 

"Thank you, Roos," she says, her voice filled with genuine appreciation. "Your words mean the world to me. I wanted to make this call special, just for you."

Rooster's gaze intensifies, "And you succeeded, gorgeous. You always know how to make me feel special, even from miles away. Are you…going to do that in the next calls?."

“I mean…yes, sure.”she looks down at her stomach, “It’s also up to these guys but…yeah. Sure.”

She watches as Rooster runs his hand through his hair again, his eyes filled with mirth and adoration, a mix only he could have, “I know. Are they okay?”  she nods, giving him a short explanation from her last time at the clinic “And your dad?”

“He’s just as fine, he’s still taking some meds but he’s much better than before.” she explains, playing with Nicole’s hands. “And he’s needing some help so Michael is staying over for a little while.”

“That’s great to hear, gorgeous. I’ll let everyone else know and-” he looks beyond the screen, his eyebrows furrowing “Yes,McAllister I’m talking to my wife.” followed by a less than impressed expression, “Yes.McAllister…do you mind? Right now?” a soft apology followed by a ‘goodbye sir!’ was heard. Rooster sighed, rubbing his forehead with his fingertips.

Beatrice chuckles, shifting Nicole's hand gently so she doesn't harm the screen. "So your fanboys are there,huh?”

Rooster is now supporting his chin on his hand, shaking his head “Yep. They are…they are good kids, just all over the place.” he explains “McAllister has a crush on Jessie.”

Beatrice’s mouth drops open, “Shut up. Are you serious?”

“You know I don’t lie.” he smirks, “He asked me to keep quiet but I had to share this with you so…eh,he’ll forgive me.”

‘Oh that’s so cute–a Rooster and Bea 2.0! Like we talked about.”

His smile widens because he couldn’t help himself. 

"Yeah, it's pretty adorable," he says, his voice filled with a bit of pride. "I can't help but feel a sense of joy knowing that our fans have connected with each other. It's like our love story has inspired them in their own lives."

Beatrice's eyes sparkle with excitement as she leans in closer to the screen. "That’s so romantic,Lt.Bradshaw.”

Rooster nods, his gaze never leaving Beatrice's eyes dark and directly looking into hers "Thank you…Mrs.Bradshaw. You are too sweet." They shared a few more snippets of their separate journeys for a little while, thankfully they never ran out of things to talk about. 

When the time comes for him to go back to the grind, he stops then looks into her eyes again

"I'm proud of us, Bea," Rooster says, his voice filled with sincerity. "I really am."

Beatrice's eyes well up with tears of joy, a gentle gasp escaping her lips. "I'm proud of us too.”

Rooster's smile softens, his voice filled with tenderness. "And I'm proud to be your husband, Bea.” oh that’s just dirty. “You have no idea how much.

“You are going to make me cry.”

“Good tears?”

She smiles sweetly, her cheeks hurting from smiling so much ,”...the best.” she whispers, “With you is always the best kind.”

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[saiyanprincessswanie]

SaiyanPrincessSwanie - Reading List Weeks 143 & 144

Welcome to Week 143 & 144

As always these will be listed in no particular order. None of these stories are mine. I’m just signal boosting them. Author is listed next to title. My goal is to signal boost writers and spread positivity in the community.  💜💜

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Please make sure you’re reading the warnings on every story. They range from dark to fluff. Do Not Read if you are under 18 years old. These stories are meant for adults only. You’re responsible for your own media consumption.

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Beg for Forgiveness - (Steve x Reader) - @saiyanprincessswanie

Nat’s Diary (2) - @animnerd

Lloyd Drabble - @thornsnvultures

Hold my Heart - (Andy x Reader) - @flordeamatista

Midnight Dance - @animnerd

Secrets chp 8 - (Steve x Reader, Brock x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

New Rules - Chp 12 - (Steve x Reader) - @syntheticavenger

Heart of Glass - Part 1 - (Curtis x Reader) - @syntheticavenger

Oh La La - (Bucky x Reader) - @jobean12-blog

Drops of Rain - (Bucky x Reader) - @jobean12-blog

Left for Revenge - Chp 6 - @hollybee8917

Left for Revenge - Chp 7 - @hollybee8917

Left for Revenge - Chp 8 - @hollybee8917

Partners in Crime - (Nick x Reader) - @navybrat817

Prelude to a Kiss - (Stucky x Reader) - @navybrat817

New Tricks - (Stucky x Reader) - @sidepartskinnyjeans

Dirty Sweet - (Bucky x Reader) - @nocturne-pisces

TRIAD - @labella420

Thigh Slayer - (Bucky x Reader) - @targaryenvampireslayer

Things are looking up - (Brock x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

So High - (Bucky x Reader) - @metalbuckaroo

A Piece of Cake - (Stucky x Reader) - @sidepartskinnyjeans

This City - (Steve x Reader, Steve x OFC) - @cockslutpadalecki

The shower incident - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

Kiss the Girl - (Steve, Nat) - @animnerd

Out there - (Winter Soldier) - @animnerd

Biker Jake Drabble - @angrythingstarlight

Chasing Love - (Bucky x Reader) - @jobean12-blog

Collared part 9 - (Dean x Reader) - @spnexploration

Collared part 10 - (Dean x Reader) - @spnexploration

Aurora - Part 6 - (Andy x OFC, Lloyd) - @andydrysdalerogers

Aurora - Part 7 - (Andy x OFC, Lloyd) - @andydrysdalerogers

God and His Angel - (God the Bounty Hunter × Reader) - @navybrat817

Pity Party - (Lloyd x Reader) - @deceitfuldevout

Secrets Chp 9 - (Steve x OFC, Brock x OFC) - @nekoannie-chan

Heart of Glass - Part 2 - (Curtis x Reader) - @syntheticavenger

His Inheritance - Part 15 - (Steve x Reader) - @jtargaryen18

Lightning in a Bottle - Part 4 - (Thor x Reader) - @wizardofrozz

Real Life Tasks With Ransom - Day 5 - @wiypt-writes @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

Secret Sierra - Chp 6 - (Six x Reader) - @lloydsbitch

Little Bird - Part 1 - (Bucky x Reader) - @gogolucky13

Gentle Sin - (God the Bounty Hunter x Reader) - @navybrat817

Traitor? - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

Two Kings (6) - (Steve x Reader) - @holylulusworld

Recognition - Part 3 - (Steve x Reader) - @labella420

Crossroads part I - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

Play by the Rules - (Steve x Reader, Bucky x Reader) - @navybrat817

Monkey See, Monkey Do - (Chp 12) - @spectre-posts @what-is-your-plan-today

Work it Out - (Bucky x Reader) - @jobean12-blog​

God vs the Devil - (1) - (Lloyd x Reader x God the Bounty Hunter) - @holylulusworld​

Headstrong - (Bucky x Reader) - @flordeamatista​

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[dailyanarchistposts]

A.2.9 What sort of society do anarchists want?

Anarchists desire a decentralised society, based on free association. We consider this form of society the best one for maximising the values we have outlined above — liberty, equality and solidarity. Only by a rational decentralisation of power, both structurally and territorially, can individual liberty be fostered and encouraged. The delegation of power into the hands of a minority is an obvious denial of individual liberty and dignity. Rather than taking the management of their own affairs away from people and putting it in the hands of others, anarchists favour organisations which minimise authority, keeping power at the base, in the hands of those who are affected by any decisions reached.

Free association is the cornerstone of an anarchist society. Individuals must be free to join together as they see fit, for this is the basis of freedom and human dignity. However, any such free agreement must be based on decentralisation of power; otherwise it will be a sham (as in capitalism), as only equality provides the necessary social context for freedom to grow and development. Therefore anarchists support directly democratic collectives, based on “one person one vote” (for the rationale of direct democracy as the political counterpart of free agreement, see section A.2.11 — Why do most anarchists support direct democracy?).

We should point out here that an anarchist society does not imply some sort of idyllic state of harmony within which everyone agrees. Far from it! As Luigi Galleani points out, ”[d]isagreements and friction will always exist. In fact they are an essential condition of unlimited progress. But once the bloody area of sheer animal competition — the struggle for food — has been eliminated, problems of disagreement could be solved without the slightest threat to the social order and individual liberty.” [The End of Anarchism?, p. 28] Anarchism aims to “rouse the spirit of initiative in individuals and in groups.” These will “create in their mutual relations a movement and a life based on the principles of free understanding” and recognise that ”variety, conflict even, is life and that uniformity is death.” [Peter Kropotkin, Anarchism, p. 143]

Therefore, an anarchist society will be based upon co-operative conflict as ”[c]onflict, per se, is not harmful… disagreements exist [and should not be hidden] … What makes disagreement destructive is not the fact of conflict itself but the addition of competition.” Indeed, “a rigid demand for agreement means that people will effectively be prevented from contributing their wisdom to a group effort.” [Alfie Kohn, No Contest: The Case Against Competition, p. 156] It is for this reason that most anarchists reject consensus decision making in large groups (see section A.2.12).

So, in an anarchist society associations would be run by mass assemblies of all involved, based upon extensive discussion, debate and co-operative conflict between equals, with purely administrative tasks being handled by elected committees. These committees would be made up of mandated, recallable and temporary delegates who carry out their tasks under the watchful eyes of the assembly which elected them. Thus in an anarchist society, “we’ll look after our affairs ourselves and decide what to do about them. And when, to put our ideas into action, there is a need to put someone in charge of a project, we’ll tell them to do [it] in such and such a way and no other … nothing would be done without our decision. So our delegates, instead of people being individuals whom we’ve given the right to order us about, would be people … [with] no authority, only the duty to carry out what everyone involved wanted.” [Errico Malatesta, Fra Contadini, p. 34] If the delegates act against their mandate or try to extend their influence or work beyond that already decided by the assembly (i.e. if they start to make policy decisions), they can be instantly recalled and their decisions abolished. In this way, the organisation remains in the hands of the union of individuals who created it.

This self-management by the members of a group at the base and the power of recall are essential tenets of any anarchist organisation. The key difference between a statist or hierarchical system and an anarchist community is who wields power. In a parliamentary system, for example, people give power to a group of representatives to make decisions for them for a fixed period of time. Whether they carry out their promises is irrelevant as people cannot recall them till the next election. Power lies at the top and those at the base are expected to obey. Similarly, in the capitalist workplace, power is held by an unelected minority of bosses and managers at the top and the workers are expected to obey.

In an anarchist society this relationship is reversed. No one individual or group (elected or unelected) holds power in an anarchist community. Instead decisions are made using direct democratic principles and, when required, the community can elect or appoint delegates to carry out these decisions. There is a clear distinction between policy making (which lies with everyone who is affected) and the co-ordination and administration of any adopted policy (which is the job for delegates).

These egalitarian communities, founded by free agreement, also freely associate together in confederations. Such a free confederation would be run from the bottom up, with decisions following from the elemental assemblies upwards. The confederations would be run in the same manner as the collectives. There would be regular local regional, “national” and international conferences in which all important issues and problems affecting the collectives involved would be discussed. In addition, the fundamental, guiding principles and ideas of society would be debated and policy decisions made, put into practice, reviewed, and co-ordinated. The delegates would simply “take their given mandates to the relative meetings and try to harmonise their various needs and desires. The deliberations would always be subject to the control and approval of those who delegated them” and so “there would be no danger than the interest of the people [would] be forgotten.” [Malatesta, Op. Cit., p. 36]

Action committees would be formed, if required, to co-ordinate and administer the decisions of the assemblies and their congresses, under strict control from below as discussed above. Delegates to such bodies would have a limited tenure and, like the delegates to the congresses, have a fixed mandate — they are not able to make decisions on behalf of the people they are delegates for. In addition, like the delegates to conferences and congresses, they would be subject to instant recall by the assemblies and congresses from which they emerged in the first place. In this way any committees required to co-ordinate join activities would be, to quote Malatesta’s words, “always under the direct control of the population” and so express the “decisions taken at popular assemblies.” [Errico Malatesta: His Life and Ideas, p. 175 and p. 129]

Most importantly, the basic community assemblies can overturn any decisions reached by the conferences and withdraw from any confederation. Any compromises that are made by a delegate during negotiations have to go back to a general assembly for ratification. Without that ratification any compromises that are made by a delegate are not binding on the community that has delegated a particular task to a particular individual or committee. In addition, they can call confederal conferences to discuss new developments and to inform action committees about changing wishes and to instruct them on what to do about any developments and ideas.

In other words, any delegates required within an anarchist organisation or society are not representatives (as they are in a democratic government). Kropotkin makes the difference clear:

“The question of true delegation versus representation can be better understood if one imagines a hundred or two hundred men [and women], who meet each day in their work and share common concerns … who have discussed every aspect of the question that concerns them and have reached a decision. They then choose someone and send him [or her] to reach an agreement with other delegates of the same kind… The delegate is not authorised to do more than explain to other delegates the considerations that have led his [or her] colleagues to their conclusion. Not being able to impose anything, he [or she] will seek an understanding and will return with a simple proposition which his mandatories can accept or refuse. This is what happens when true delegation comes into being.” [Words of a Rebel, p. 132]

Unlike in a representative system, power is not delegated into the hands of the few. Rather, any delegate is simply a mouthpiece for the association that elected (or otherwise selected) them in the first place. All delegates and action committees would be mandated and subject to instant recall to ensure they express the wishes of the assemblies they came from rather than their own. In this way government is replaced by anarchy, a network of free associations and communities co-operating as equals based on a system of mandated delegates, instant recall, free agreement and free federation from the bottom up.

Only this system would ensure the “free organisation of the people, an organisation from below upwards.” This “free federation from below upward” would start with the basic “association” and their federation “first into a commune, then a federation of communes into regions, of regions into nations, and of nations into an international fraternal association.” [Michael Bakunin, The Political Philosophy of Bakunin, p. 298] This network of anarchist communities would work on three levels. There would be “independent Communes for the territorial organisation, and of federations of Trade Unions [i.e. workplace associations] for the organisation of men [and women] in accordance with their different functions… [and] free combines and societies … for the satisfaction of all possible and imaginable needs, economic, sanitary, and educational; for mutual protection, for the propaganda of ideas, for arts, for amusement, and so on.” [Peter Kropotkin, Evolution and Environment, p. 79] All would be based on self-management, free association, free federation and self-organisation from the bottom up.

By organising in this manner, hierarchy is abolished in all aspects of life, because the people at the base of the organisation are in control, not their delegates. Only this form of organisation can replace government (the initiative and empowerment of the few) with anarchy (the initiative and empowerment of all). This form of organisation would exist in all activities which required group work and the co-ordination of many people. It would be, as Bakunin said, the means “to integrate individuals into structures which they could understand and control.” [quoted by Cornelius Castoriadis, Political and Social Writings, vol. 2, p. 97] For individual initiatives, the individual involved would manage them.

As can be seen, anarchists wish to create a society based upon structures that ensure that no individual or group is able to wield power over others. Free agreement, confederation and the power of recall, fixed mandates and limited tenure are mechanisms by which power is removed from the hands of governments and placed in the hands of those directly affected by the decisions.

For a fuller discussion on what an anarchist society would look like see section I. Anarchy, however, is not some distant goal but rather an aspect of current struggles against oppression and exploitation. Means and ends are linked, with direct action generating mass participatory organisations and preparing people to directly manage their own personal and collective interests. This is because anarchists, as we discuss in section I.2.3, see the framework of a free society being based on the organisations created by the oppressed in their struggle against capitalism in the here and now. In this sense, collective struggle creates the organisations as well as the individual attitudes anarchism needs to work. The struggle against oppression is the school of anarchy. It teaches us not only how to be anarchists but also gives us a glimpse of what an anarchist society would be like, what its initial organisational framework could be and the experience of managing our own activities which is required for such a society to work. As such, anarchists try to create the kind of world we want in our current struggles and do not think our ideas are only applicable “after the revolution.” Indeed, by applying our principles today we bring anarchy that much nearer.

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[stabbyfoxandrew]

Guardian Angel Neil AU- page 2

Neil Josten died at the hands of his father a few months before canon begins. After his death, he was made into a guardian angel. He’s tasked with keeping Andrew Minyard safe at all costs. When they meet on the roof for the first time, Andrew thinks he’s imagined Neil. And he worries both about his mental health and his love life because this boy is perfect. But he’s not real.

Fanart for this au can be found: here, here, and here! <3

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Part 95, Part 96, Part 97, Part 98, Part 99, Part 100, Part 101, Part 102, Part 103, Part 104, Part 105, Part 106, Part 107, Part 108, Part 109, Part 110, Part 111, Part 112, Part 113, Part 114, Part 115, Part 116, Part 117, Part 118, Part 119, Part 120, Part 121, Part 122, Part 123, Part 124, Part 125, Part 126, Part 127, Part 128, Part 129, Part 130, Part 131, Part 132, Part 133, Part 134, Part 135, Part 136, Part 137, Part 138, Part 139, Part 140, Part 141, Part 142, Part 143, Part 144, Part 145, Part 146, Part 147, Part 148, Part 149, Part 150, Part 151, Part 152, Part 153, Part 154, Part 155, Part 156, Part 157, Part 158, Part 159, Part 160, Part 161

list updated on 4/16/24

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