#the idea that was funny in my head ended up only feeling stupid on paper. that's always disappointing

[alsojnpie]

there is a long running idea thread i have about him fixing breakfast including eggs but..i really hate eggy tasting things like eggs. BUT! that doesn't mean i won't eat them. because of this, papyrus doesn't know i don't like them and has in this first panel only recently very suddenly figured it out.

i think he would really hate the idea that i was only eating his food out of pity for his feelings so that's why he's watching me carefully.

#look at him serve breakfast. adorable. HHHHHHHH i love him!!!!!! #i miss that terrace and that kitchen and that whole house and THAT WHOLE CITY 😢 #i never shared this comic before because i didn't like the last panel. in the end i felt like drawing a whole new one today on a whim #the original last panel was the image it was all inspired by and it was me standing in the doorway saying 'i frew up' but #the idea that was funny in my head ended up only feeling stupid on paper. that's always disappointing

[sweetbbyshion]

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-> Toji Fushiguro x Reader (gender neutral)

characters: Toji Fushiguro

genre: fluff

summary: uni has been stressing you out and your boyfriend is as tired

warnings: established relationship, age gap, this was written while i was stressing over assessments and i just needed a big strong sexy man to make me take a break, might be ooc

network: @eveningatthemoviesnetwork

Toji thinks he might smash his head against the wall if he hears you sigh loudly one more time. He turns his body on the couch to peek at you, hunching over a bunch of papers at the kitchen table. He can see two word documents opened on your laptop, one full of words and the other still blank. Next to it, his laptop that you begged to use has google opened and he can vaguely see the numerous windows in the tab. You sigh again, like you have been in the past hour, and drop your head on your arms.

Toji has no idea what you’re doing. He guesses it must be some university project but the calendar displayed on the fridge doesn't have an exam coming up soon. He gets up from the couch and makes his way to you. He puts his hand on the back of the chair, leaning down a bit and squinting his eyes to look at the tiny words on the laptop. Toji feels a bit too dumb when he doesn't understand all of the fancy words you used but your boyfriend can tell you're writing your interpretation of a poem.

“You need to start wearing your glasses.” you murmur, looking at the older man, your head lazily resting on your hand, as he keeps squinting. He scoffs, Toji would never wear those ugly glasses he got. It makes him look stupid, even after the amount of times you denied it and no matter how many times you sloppily made out with him wherever he wore those horrible glasses, a fire suddenly lighting you up when you saw the frames on his face. “Don't come complaining when your head starts hurting again.”

“What you got there that got you stressing out so much?” He decides to ignore your comment, changing the subject to the reason for your stress.

You sigh once more, resting your head on his forearm. “Gotta start writing one of my assessments for one of my classes. The professor is making us write about everything we’ve learned in class with our opinions and academic research to support it. It absolutely sucks and I wanna drop out.” you ramble. Toji’s chuckle has you frowning, “What’s so funny?”

“Nothing, nothing. How about you take a break?” As good as that sounds, you shake your head denying his proposal. “Take a break. Not asking. Sit on the couch with me and relax for a bit.” His tone suggests that you would probably regret your decision if you choose to go against him.

Reluctantly, you get up from the uncomfortable chair and stretch your arms above your head. You feel your back crack from being in the same position for so long and you just want to lay in bed and sleep. Toji places his hands on your hips where the shirt isn't covering, squeezing the flesh as he pulls you a bit closer to him and you throw your arms around his shoulders as you sway a bit from side to side. Toji smiles a little when he hears you giggling, happy that you stopped sighing and stressing for a little bit. “ Should I be an old man’s sugar baby? I’ll share the money with you.” You tease, planting a kiss on his cheek. Toji rolls his eyes at your teasing tone. You lean back a little to look at the man, his big hands placed on your back to support your weight. “I'm starting to think you have a type. Like old men that much, doll?”

“Only one.” You reply, playing with the soft ends of his hair that are almost reaching his shoulders. “Unfortunately my old man isn't a billionaire that will give me a yatch for my birthday.” You press a small kiss to his lips. “I can't complain much though, my boyfriend is really sexy.”

Your boyfriend arches a brow, smirking at your remarks. “Yeah? What can I do to steal you away from that grandpa?” You pretend to think for a bit, a small pout appearing on your lips that Toji wants to kiss away more than anything. “Cuddle with me on the couch and watch a few episodes of a crappy reality show before I start feeling bad and go back to my assessment?”

Toji thinks for a bit. He wants you to relax for a while before you (and himself) go crazy with the constant sighing but you have a gift for choosing horrible shows that have Toji wanting nothing more than to punch the TV. Your boyfriend knows he can’t deny your request when he looks at you and you’re staring right back at him. Even if he had it in him to refuse your proposal, your tired eyes and the way you’re looking at him with so much adoration is enough for Toji to pull you to the couch.

You sit as close to him as you can and pull his arm to wrap around your shoulders. You snuggle comfortably on his side while pressing a few kisses on his jaw and neck that make Toji get goosebumps. This time, he doesn't act all dramatic like he usually does when you’re this close to him. He doesn't tease you or calls you clingy while playfully pushing you away just to watch you crawl back to him. This time, Toji lets you push and pull him until you’re comfortable. He doesn't even complain when he sees you open netflix and select a reality show with a weird name and an obnoxious couple on the cover.

Toji thinks all of this is worth it when you place a small kiss on his cheek and whisper “I love you” before falling asleep five minutes after in his arms.

#kora posts! #toji fushiguro #toji x reader #toji fluff #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen fluff #toji fushiguro x reader #toji fushiguro fluff #jujutsu kaisen x you #jujutsu kaisen x y/n

[whxre-bxby]

"I'll Take Care Of It"

Quaritch x human f! Reader  Imagine (fluff) no smut for once.

Summary: You are a scientist working with the new recom-team. You knew most of them from when they were humans, including the Colonel. He notices you are not okay and tries to help, thereby finding out you have a pain disorder. Just fluff of him helping you and being all worried and cute. 

I tried making this a little funny and fluffy, I don't know whether it worked.

Credit to @jinx14 for the idea <3

Word Count: 2489

I sat at my desk with my extremely bright desk lamp, illuminating the papers I was filling out. I used to work for Grace and we studied the connections the trees and all the creatures had with one another and with Eywa. 

Now, I was focusing on the Mountain Banshees. Or the Ikran. The team was meant to learn the way of the Na’vi people which included taming an Ikran. While my Avatar had managed to do it, I had to figure out weak spots or tricks to help the soldiers do the same. I would go with them and show them but my Avatar had been badly injured to the point where it could no longer be used. Now I was stuck as a human on Pandora. 

It was evening and most people had left their offices. I sat in the big office which had about everything I could ever need. The other desks were empty and dark. 

I continued to study the Ikran when I heard the footsteps of someone walking in. I didn’t have to look up to know that it wasn’t a person. There were too few steps for a person to be advancing that quickly.

I finished the sentence before lifting my gaze off the paper and watching the Colonel enter the room, holding a cup. The mug was purposely crafted bigger for the Avatars. 

“Evenin’.” he greeted, scanning the room before looking down at me. I politely smile. 

“Hey.” I greet back, resting my head in my palm again and returning my attention to the papers. 

“You still workin’?” he asks, grabbing a chair from another desk and lifting it with one hand. 

I nod and he huffs, before placing the chair the wrong way in front of my desk and sitting on it as comfortably as an Avatar his size can sit on a human-designed chair. He leaned his arms on the lean of the seat and examined what I was reading. 

“I need this done by tomorrow. Otherwise, I’ll be in trouble and that lady will yell at me because I’ll be delaying the missions.” I say, mimicking her stupid voice at the end. 

Quaritch grins, liking the gossip. 

“I’m assumin’ you ain’t fond of her, ey?” he chuckles, taking a sip out of his cup. 

“Not one bit.” I mumble, rereading the same sentence for the third time now. 

“Yeah, I don’t think I can be much of a help with that.” he says, trying to figure out the sense behind my calculated numbers and biological notes. I smile. 

“It’s okay, I’ll be done soon.” 

“Well, I’m not tired so I’ll keep ya company.” he smiles back and sips again. 

“As long as you stay quiet and let me focus, I can-” I start to say but suddenly, I feel an aching sharp pain shoot through my body. My eyes go wide and I tense up, completely stilling for a few seconds. 

Miles notices I didn’t finish my sentence and looks up at me, his ears perking slightly. His tail stopped swaying behind him and he studied my expression. 

“What? Forgot to hand somethin’ in?” he chuckles, still watching me. When I don’t reply or even react to his joke he starts to get a little worried. 

“Y/N?” he says, placing down his cup. “Oh, uhh. Is it your time of the month? Did you just get it?”

Miles started to panic just a little, slowly thinking of a bad scenario to explain your sudden actions before it is taken over by an even worse scenario. 

“Oh- are you pregnant? What are they called…uh- contraceptives? No. Oh contractions!” he says, his eyes not leaving my face. 

His silly suggestions manage to distract me for a second. 

“What? No!” I say. “Those only happen during labour! Do I look that pregnant to you?!” I say, raising my voice because the pain is still very much present. 

“Oh, no no no. I wasn’t saying that I just-” He started to panic even more and I started rocking back on forth in my chair, hoping it would only last a few more seconds. 

Miles stood up and came around the desk, standing next to me. 

“Y/N are you okay? What’s going on?” 

He placed his hands on my shoulders in an attempt to comfort me but I flinched away. It made it worse and I realised it wouldn’t go away on its own. I stood up, my bottom lip quivering. 

The cabinets of medication were close. I kept mine in there too, but they were too high up. 

We used a stool with steps to climb up and I frantically looked around for it only to find it on the other side of the room. 

The situation was escalating and I started to whine and whimper in pain, not wanting to have to run across this huge lab to get a stool. 

I turned to the cabinet and jumped a little, trying to open it. 

Quaritch was following me, analysing my movements while starting to freak out. When he saw I was trying to reach the top cabinet shelf he hurried over next to me. 

“Do you need somethin’ in here?” he asks, worry dressing his tone. 

I nod, clutching onto the side of the lab counter, trying to deal with what I was feeling. 

He flung the cabinet open and started pulling out boxes of medication, showing them to me while I shook my head, no. They weren’t the right ones. 

“No- uhm…” I want to describe the medication to him but I’m battling my body once again. 

He holds up a package that I recognise. I sigh in relief but then panic a little again. 

“Are there- hnghh…” I whimper, biting my lip. “Small blue pills…” I squeak out. He catches the words and searches the cabinet again, starting to throw out everything that is not a blue pill. I watch the expensive meds hit the ground, the desks and the chairs behind him. It’s fucking raining pills and bottles. 

Finally, he shows me what I need. Without being able to focus on anything else I grab it from his hands and start to search for a glass. I literally move my head in every direction and Miles tries following my gaze while dealing with this chaotic situation. My head does a 180° horizontally and vertically, in search of one goddamn glass. 

“What is it? Do you need water?” he asks and I nod frantically again, waving my hands in front of my face to try and calm myself down, almost throwing the pills away in the process. 

I sign grabby hands at him, needing a glass so I can put some room-temperature water in. He finds one, swiftly scooping it up and pouring cold water from the fridge into it. 

I want to say no because cold water makes it worse but no one can understand my muffled words escaping my clenched teeth.

He hands the full glass of water to me, mirroring my panicked and hectic movements. His ears are strained back and his eyes show his worry because Quaritch still doesn’t know what’s happening.

I can’t drink the cold water and I am unable to think properly so instead of calmly tipping the cold water out into the sink next to me, I chuck it into the air, not being able to even process what I just did. 

I launch myself towards the sink which apparently didn’t suit me enough to rid the water in and turn on the tap, letting slightly warm water fill it. Once it’s full enough for me to gulp down I pop out a pill and chuck it in my mouth and flushing it down with a huge gulp of water. Next, I drop the empty glass into the sink. Luckily it doesn’t break. 

I just need the meds to finally kick in so I can be relieved of this agony. 

For a few minutes, there is complete silence and all that is happening is me jumping from one tippy-toe to another, breathing heavily to keep calm. Keeping calm was of course never an option and it never worked out. 

Finally, after some time I feel how my muscles start to relax and my body no longer feels like it is on fire. I let my eyes flutter closed and inhale deeply, enjoying the feeling of being normal again. 

I slowly turn around, running my hand through my hair, thinking about how I handled this situation well. 

That’s when I’m met with a horrific sight. The room looks like a crime scene. As if an overly aggressive person had a complete meltdown and tore the room apart. I start to remember the past events of the last few minutes and realise everything. 

The chair I previously sat in was lying on the floor. It had a broken leg. Miles must have stepped on it while running after me. 

The floor it was lying on… was completely massacred by the flasks, medication bottles, pills and packages. Some broke and the liquid started to dissolve the pills that had fallen out of their packaging. It looked like a failed science experiment. 

I followed the little trail of fluid and noticed how it started sizzling and bubbling. Then my eyes met a pair of heavy black boots. 

Oh

Oh no.

Quaritch was here. Right. I forgot. His shoes were standing in the middle of a big puddle. A puddle? How on Earth (on Pandora…sorry I couldn’t help it) did that much water get on the floor?

I’m slightly scared when my eyes slowly rise and I examine Miles who is standing in front of me with crossed arms. When I look at all of him I gasp, biting my lip again. I didn’t know whether to fear for my life, whether to feel bad and cry or whether to laugh at him. 

The Colonel was completely soaked in the freezing water he had poured me which I gracefully sent into the air. His hair was drenched and the water had poured over his head and wettened his clothes. Like, there were water drops falling from his chin, his arms and legs. 

Oh my god. 

I open my mouth in an attempt to say something but his worried expression which now turned into a frown makes me forget all words of the English language. I look away nervously and notice that he halfway ripped out one of the cabinet doors while he tried searching for my medication. 

What a fucking mess this was. 

I look back at him.

“Ya feelin’ better now?” he asks, seeming a little annoyed. I nod, still not sure how to react. 

“Fuckin’ hell..” he groans, wiping his face from the water. “What happened?” he asks, looking at me in disbelief before slowly turning around and examining the way the floor became a bloodbath for meds. 

He looked baffled. Puzzled. Perplexed. Rattled, shocked, dumbstruck. The man looked fucking befuddled and speechless. 

I chuckle a little, hoping he wouldn’t lose his shit. “I have this thing.” I reply.

He turns back to me and raises an eyebrow. 

“I have a pain disorder. Or pain syndrome. I can’t control it.” I elaborate. 

“Pain syndrome?” he questions, wiping water from his arms and stepping out of the puddle, closer to me. 

“It comes unexpectedly. It feels like my body is on fire. The nerves are inflamed. It happened ever since the accident.” I say, sounding quieter now. 

Miles is no longer annoyed. He looks worried again. 

“My Avatar got hurt, it was shot in the arm a few times. That’s apparently what caused it.” I continue to explain. 

“This shit helps.” I say, picking up the packet of blue pills. “This too, but it tastes awful.” my hand points to the previous medication he pulled out which was this green liquid in a small bottle. 

“Are you okay?” Miles speaks up, still stunned. I nod. 

“Yeah, it's better now.” 

“Goddamn sweetheart, you really scared me there.” he said, letting out a sigh of relief. 

I look away, feeling bad. I know I shouldn’t but I feel like I may have overreacted this time. It just seemed to hurt much more than usual and I was stressed from work too so I got panicky. 

I glanced at the floor again, seeing all the destroyed medication. 

“Hey, it’s okay. That’s on me. This whole mess is my fault. You’re fine.” He says, coming to me again. 

Miles wants to rest his arms on my shoulders again but then pulls back, remembering how it hurt me last time. 

“It’s fine now. Really. “ I say and he nods, placing his palms on my shoulders. 

“All that matters is that you’re feeling okay. Got it? This here…” he says, looking around and at himself. “...this doesn’t matter.” 

I smile a little. I have never experienced this side of Miles. He was always friendly to me from the beginning on and he would tease me from time to time. But that was it. 

When he died I didn’t know what I would do with my life anymore. He played a pretty big role in my day-to-day activities, so not having him was horrible. When he was basically reborn, we bonded like we did as humans and our friendship seemed to continue where it left off. I didn’t know whether this was a friendship, but whatever my relationship with him was, I loved it. 

“I’ll deal with the mess in the morning. You should get some rest.” he says, leaning down so that we are almost eye to eye. 

“You’re going to clean it up?” I ask. 

“Hell no. I’m the damn Colonel after all. I’ll tell someone to do it.” he says and I giggle. 

“But I need to finish the papers.” I mumble, my shoulder slumping. The weight of the stress was back again. 

“Screw the papers. I’ll tell her that the team isn’t ready yet. It won’t be your fault.” he reassures me and I stare at him.

“You’re like an angel sent from heaven.” I say, smiling. Maybe to Pandora he wasn’t but to me he was. I needed him and it seemed as though the universe saw I wouldn’t make it without him in my life, so they sent him back. Almost as he was before. 

“I’d hope angels aren’t blue.” he chuckles, straightening his posture. 

“Come on, cupcake. Let’s get you sorted out.” 

Miles ran me a bath and while the water was filling the tub, he sat us both down on a sofa. I explained to him everything I knew so far about the Ikran while he held me cradled in his arm, having me leaned against his side. 

The comfort I felt with him was unimaginable. Miles was a softie at heart and he seemed to show it more in his recom body.

#miles quaritch #miles quaritch imagine #miles quaritch x reader #quaritch imagine #avatar quaritch #quaritch x reader #colonel quaritch #avatar imagine #avatar movie #avatar #i ate #fluff #quaritch x you #na'vi quaritch #recom quaritch #colonel miles quaritch #quaritch fanfic #big men #fanfic #fanfiction #funny #headcanon #im a simp #i made this #reader insert #james cameron avatar #avatar the way of water #way of water #oneshot #female reader

[tranquil-ivy]

𝔹𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝕒 𝔾𝕠𝕠𝕕 ℝ𝕦𝕟 [𝔼𝕟𝕕]

DI!Leon Kennedy x Reader

Summary: Leon finally wakes up...

Words: 1.5k

Content Warning: kinda Cliff hanger end (sorry not sorry), talks of loneliness and emptiness

[Previous Part]

Masterlist

Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. A whole lot of nothing.

He huffs in irritation, rubbing the exhaustion from his eyes as he shuts the filing cabinet with his hip. An hour of searching this entire room and nothing.

I'm getting too old for this job...

Glancing over at you, he turns his flashlight off, walking over as he slips it into it rightful place in his pocket. Leon leans on the desk, moving closer down to your level.

"Anything interesting?" You shake your head.

"Nothing useful. Just a bunch a money transfers and employee back and forth... You?" You look up at him from the desk chair. Frustration written across your face.

"They cleaned the place out. Not a single scrap of anything useful."

"You still got that flashdrive with the copies of anything we could get off from the servers that wasn't blocked by a password?" Leon nods, giving you a curious slide eye.

"Why?"

"Claire is gonna want copies of everything we could find. Especially if this is another outbreak contained to Havana. TerraSave would appreciate it."

In the moment all he can think back to is Alcatraz and the hell that day was. How he could have been turned himself if it wasn't for the luck of Rebecca showing up at the right exact time with a vaccine.

With the life he's had alone, he wouldn't wish that on his worst enemy.

He softly shrugs with a nod. You were right, whatever information you could find in the moment was important. If you didn't gather it, it just be destroyed to save face for the bioweapon creating organization you were investigating this week.

You look over at the rows of servers, blue lighting up against the wall, grinning you look back at Leon.

"You feel like destroying shit?"

"What did you have in mind?" He smirks watching you reach into your holster pouch and pull out a grenade.

"Boom boom?" He breathes out a laugh, grabbing your shoulder and giving it an approving squeeze.

"That's my girl, I'm teaching you well."

Within minutes you were both rushing out of the room, the clunk of the grenade echoing as it bounced across the floor. The sliding door to the room shutting behind you both as the loud BOOM pierced the air.

Causing the metal door to indent outwards and slowly clang onto the floor. You stare at the door rocking back and forth on its indent. Leon looks at you, giving a nod of approval right before the hallway turns into a flashing red color and sirens start blaring.

"Okay, maybe that wasn't the best idea!" He yells over the loud screeching.

Both turning you hall ass back the way you originally came in. Stopping in your tracks you both look as a metal gate closes over the end of the hallway, you're only exit.

"Son of bitch..." You mumble, turning to look at him. He starts looking around, trying to formulate some kind of plan.

Leon pushes a door open gesturing for you to come over, stepping to him you see a staircase going up.

"I guess you could say, things are looking up." You groan at his stupid remark he definitely thinks is funny.

"Boo, hiss. Bad joke." You push past him and start up the stairs.

"Oh, like you could do any better Smartass." He quickly follows, keeping up with you. Making it to the first landing you turn and look back at him.

"Did no one ever tell you? You can't trust stairs Leon, they're always up to something." You feign irritation as he smirks.

"God, I really am teaching you well."

"Shut up."

You two travel up the stairs, checking each door, finding it locked. Until reaching the 5th and final floor.

Reaching the landing you both notice the door is wide open. Leon draws his weapon, you following suit as you step into the hallway, noticing the mess of papers across the carpeted floors. Office doors all left open for all the world to see. Most likely when the building was originally evacuated not long after everyone arrived.

"Looks like everyone really was in a hurry to get the hell out of here."

"I doubt anyone's left up here," Leon adds, looking into a nearby office, "and we don't really have all the time in the world to search every room. We need to get back to the group."

"So what's the plan then?" Watching Leon he steps around the corner, you follow behind without much thought. Soon you both approach a set of double doors and press them open.

Walking in you're met with a long hall, metal grates beneath your thick boots as you step in. The red lights from before illuminating the area. You both look to the sides of the rails seeing that there's a high drop on both sides.

"I knew we'd find this eventually," Leon looks at you, his eyes filled with accomplishment, "this is the long stretch we saw connecting the office to the hospital side when we arrived."

"Oh, good find then Kennedy."

Continuing forward you both holster your weapons and start walking the long stretch. Clanking fills the hallow room as you both walk.

"Do you think they cleared the hospital completely?" You question, glancing at Leon in your peripheral.

"I'd assume so. Though Chris hasn't contacted me like he's supposed to so-" Leon's cut off by a loud metal scrapping with a wet gurgling sound rattling against the walls.

You look up at the wall to your right and see it. A disgusting gooey looking monstrosity with 4 long tentacle like arms, clinging to the wall. It shrieks before lunging and missing you both and wetly slopping onto the metal grates behind you.

Taking off towards the end of the walk away you both draw your pistols getting ready to fight it. Leon turns and fires at it, pushing you to keep running towards the exit.

Hearing him to pop shots you turn seeing it quickly making it's way across the high ceiling, directly for you. You aim and fire a few shots, hitting it and blowing a hole in one of it's long arms.

Before you reach the exit the monstrosity drops in front of the door blocking your way to freedom. It swings it injured arm out, wrapping your legs up swiftly, Leon shoots at it's arm, your gun goes flying from your hand and off the platform.

Being jerked into the air you feel a crunch in your leg, shooting pain going to your ankle as you scream in agony being waved around, your body flailing like a rag doll as gun shots continue to pop through the air.

The beasts arm finally snaps off, sending you over the edge of the walkway and into the dark abyss below. Screaming for help as you plummet into whatever lies below.

"NO!" Leon looks over the rail seeing you disappear almost instantly into the darkness below. Finally hearing a loud crash a few seconds later.

Looking at the thing in his way he makes the quick decision to just do what he knows best...

Blow it to hell.

Grabbing his own grenade her grabs the trigger and pulls the pin throwing it at the monster. He jumps over the railing diving into the dark as he hears the explosion blow above him.

Darkness... He's surrounded by darkness as he hopes to live, for the first time in a long time he cares if he lives. He needs to know if his partners okay...

Being swallowed by the only black he sees the hole you've made, you laying lifeless on tile right before he almost lands next to you.

...

The darkness soon breaks... Being replaced by a bright blinding light.

A blinding florescent light.

Leon cracks his eyes open, looking down at himself. A white hospital blanket pulled up to his shoulders and a thick fleece gray blanket covers his lower half.

I'm in a hospital?

To his right she sees a heart monitor, IV bag dripping liquids into him and a tiny thin tube leading somewhere to him.

The hell happened to me...

Looking to his left, he sees you. Curled up in an arm chair asleep, covered by a black blanket. Your hand holding onto his for dear life.

"mmm..." He can't really talk yet, but he weakly clenches his hand around yours. Giving the strongest squeeze he can manage in his weakened state.

Your head lifts slowly, sleep invading your eyes as you swore in your sleep your felt something. Looking up at Leon you see his head slightly turned towards you, blue eyes on you, brightest you've seen them in these past grueling week.

"Leon!" Darting up from your chair, you lean over him. Staring at his eyes as you study him to make sure you aren't having some cruel dream.

"Where..." His voice is so hoarse as he tries to talk, you stop him.

"Don't, don't talk... Just let yourself wake up." You look at the table grabbing the nurse call button and start pushing it a few times.

"You're at a rehabilitation hospital in DC... There's a lot to explain."

A nurse and Dr. Owens comes in as you take a seat, watching them do an exam on Leon as he responds the best he can.

It took a while for Leon to be able to respond properly, his doctor doing more scans, tests and anything possible to test his abilities.

Sadly you both found out that Leon would have to relearn how to walk again and get his strength back up. Both very possible through physical therapy.

...

But through it all he still has you. From being in a wheelchair at your retirement dinner, moving him into your tiny apartment to keep an eye on him and watching him take his first steps again without assistance.

An now, 4 months later, he still has you by his side. Making sure he's taken care of and cherished like he's supposed to be. He knows he's loved, he's never felt this loved before in his life.

Even now as you walk out of the restaurant you went to for his 40th birthday. A day you made a huge fuss about, something he probably wouldn't have done if you didn't make him enjoy himself.

You look up seeing him walk out, cane pressing against the sidewalk with a soft click as he waltzes over and sits next to you on the bench.

"You okay, Hun?" He nods with a smile, messing with something in his pocket. He looks nervous almost.

"I just don't get why you made such a big deal out of today." Leon looks at you, letting his cane go and holds onto the edge of the bench.

"It's your 40th birthday, Dumbass. Of course I'd make a big deal, the day is all about you." You smile watching his eyes light up, hands gripping the bench. Squeezing rhythmically, almost like it's a stress ball.

"Well," he begins, looking back at you with an inviting smile, "what if I don't want my birthday to be only about me?"

Your eyebrows wrinkle, confusion falling on your face before he starts fiddling around in his jacket pocket.

"You know, for the longest time I've felt lonely. Years, it's been years. Since before we met. Before I started working for the government."

"Leon, what's-" He cuts you off before you can say anything else.

"Please, let me talk. I promise I'm going somewhere with this." He sounds serious, nodding you shut up and let him go.

"I guess you could say that I felt empty. Tried filling the void with... a number of different things. Nothing ever made me happy or feel whole... Until I met you."

He pulls his hand out of his pocket and covers his hand with his other hand. Not taking his eyes off you.

"You were such a hard ass when we met. Didn't let me breathe wrong way without putting me in line. But, I liked it. I liked that you were blunt and not afraid to speak your mind or call me stupid. Especially if I was being stupid... And it made me feel like someone truly had my back. After all the shit I've been through."

A soft pop sound comes from his hands, a blue cap falling from his hands. Bouncing across the ground a few feet away.

"And then you told me you loved me. An proved it... Proved that I could depend on you. Stuck with me through recovery, even if the past few months have been a personal hell for me. You really showed me what it was like to be loved. Loved by someone who wanted the best for me and actually cared."

Finally, he moves his hands reaching into a small white cup, pulling out a plastic ring with a giant fake diamond on it. You gasp soft, looking at it your eyes start welling with tears. A few slipping out and leaving wet streaks down your cheeks. His smile grows larger, looking at you fondly. Like he always looks at you when he thinks you don't notice him.

"Now, I know it's nothing *fancy* and we can get you something real. I just haven't had the chance to leave your side and get something... not 50¢."

He grunts, sliding off the bench and to the ground, bad knee up and his good leg under him. Taking your hand you give a wobbly smile.

"I don't want to spend another day where I can't call you my wife... My actual wife. I don't want anybody else. Just you... Just you and me. Just the two of us."

He takes a deep breath, holding the ring up.

"Will you marry me?"

#leon kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy x reader #resident evil x reader #leon kennedy x fem reader

[catslvrr]

heaven sent — 00. prologue

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You were never the type to believe in superstitions.

But as you stared at the document you had open, completely blank (excluding your name) with the cursor blinking, as if mocking you, you started to seriously consider Minji’s suggestion.

(“Bro, you will not believe what happened to me today.”

“I’m not sure if I want to know,” you said, noisily slurping up your instant noodles.

“No, trust me, you do. So yesterday, I saw this post on Twitter that said if you write down a wish on a piece of paper three times, put it under your pillow, and then recite that wish at exactly 11:11, it’ll come true.”

You barely flinched as she slammed the table.

“I wished for a hundred bucks. And guess what?” She grinned smugly as she waved a bill in your face. “I found this lying on the floor before class.”

“So what?” You shrugged. “It’s just a lucky coincidence.”

“No, bro,” she whined. “It’s real. You should try it. Get yourself a girlfriend or something, you’re so grumpy all the time.”

“Even if it is true,” you glared at Minji as she reached over to eat some of your noodles. “Why would you wish for only a hundred bucks? You should’ve asked for a million dollars or something, dumbass.”

“I didn’t know it was real until today,” she puffed her cheeks, then proceeded to slam her head on the table. “I probably wasted my one wish.”

She looked up after a minute and pouted. “Can you please wish for it?”

“Find someone else to do it,” you waved your hand dismissively, making your way back to your room. “Enjoy the noodles, you scab. I’m gonna take a nap.”

“Your loss!” She called out, mouth full of (your) noodles. “I’m the one a hundred bucks richer.”)

You slumped back in your chair in defeat, running your fingers through your hair.

I’m running on two hours of sleep, and I’m never gonna finish this essay anyway. What do I have to lose?

You ripped a piece of scrap from the DoorDash takeaway bag sitting on your desk. Uncapping a pen with your teeth, you thought about what to write.

What the hell do I wish for? My essay to magically write itself? Nah, that’d be a waste of a wish.

After a few minutes of pondering, you messily scribbled three lines: ‘I want to be happy. I want to be happy. I want to be happy.’

You glanced at your laptop. Huh, it’s 11pm. Perfect timing.

You slid the note under your pillow and flopped onto your bed, scrolling through TikTok to pass the time.

As soon as the clock hit 11:11, you sat up.

I can’t believe I’m actually doing this.

You sighed, scratching your head before saying,

“I want to be happy.”

Your breath hitched in anticipation.

“...”

To no one’s surprise, absolutely nothing happened. You scoffed, falling back onto the bed, rubbing your face in frustration.

Of course nothing would happen. Why did I think it would work?

You shut your eyes, feeling exhaustion wash over you. Whatever happens to that essay is up to God now.

You lay still for a few minutes, eventually tossing and turning as you tried to sleep. But all you could think about was the stupid essay. You groaned as you sat up again, grabbing your laptop.

“Fuck uni.”

At least this is my last assignment before the break.

You ended up staying up all the way to five in the morning, downing an ungodly amount of energy drinks in a desperate attempt to finish off the essay.

You woke up to the sound of I Like to Move It from Madagascar blasting in your ear.

(Minji thought it would be funny to change your alarm ringtone to it, and you never bothered to change it back.)

You groaned, flipping over to check your phone to see no new notifications. You stared vacantly at your ceiling as you contemplated your life choices.

I got one hour of sleep. Why do 7am classes exist? Whoever came up with that idea should be tried for crimes against humanity.

Eyes half open, you shuffled your way to the bathroom to brush your teeth, passing Minji’s room on the way. Her door was left ajar and she was nowhere to be seen. I’ll never understand how she wakes up every morning to go on a run.

Just as you were about to enter the bathroom, you noticed a girl in your living room. She was focused on a bookshelf, a curious expression on her face.

Who the fuck is that?

You rubbed your eyes and squinted. She was still standing there, running her fingers along the spines of the books.

I must be seriously sleep-deprived if I’m hallucinating a very pretty girl. Yeah, no, not doing this today. It’s the last class of the semester anyway. That 7am class can shove a stick up its ass.

You briskly walked back to your room and face-planted on your bed, instantly knocking out.

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#newjeans x reader #newjeans fanfic #newjeans fic #danielle marsh x reader #mo jihye x reader

[actiniumwrites]

WORLDS APART

synopsis: the leaves kazuha once scattered at sea after fleeing Inazuma somehow ended up in your hands — the hands of his lover.

based on one of his teapot lines: “In the past, I collected maple leaves upon the autumnal winds and carried them on my person. When I was on the boat, I scattered them across the surface of the ocean and watched them float to distant shores. Perhaps another homesick soul will have picked up one of those leaves...”

characters: kazuha x gn!reader

wc: 587

warnings: none

notes: i came up with this idea back in september and completely forgot about it until i found it in my notes recently. i think i originally wanted it to be a full fic but i honestly think a drabble format fits better. enjoy :)

“This one is a picture of my parents,” you spoke softly. Kazuha leaned closer to you to get a better look. His shoulders were against yours and his head that was once leaned sideways on your shoulder was now propped upright.

“They look so in love,” he commented in a whisper. The fondness in his voice was not amiss to you. Something about the way he seemed so intrigued in your little scrapbook made way for a smile to pull at the side of your lips.

For hours, the two of you had been talking about anything and everything on the little couch in your house, cuddled up next to each other. There had been a storm over Liyue and it hadn’t appeared to be stopping anytime soon, and thus, the two of you settled down and began talking. Not that you minded, you actually loved moments like these with him.

The conversation got deep pretty quickly. Sometimes topics you had long forgotten about had come up. Others — those in which you cherished — seemed to bring laughter and make the storm seem a little less gloomy. And memories of Kazuha’s never seemed to fail at making you smile. Sad or not, he always had a beautiful way of speaking about them.

Soon enough, you had remembered your little scrapbook — one that held years of memories in photos, trinkets, and things you’ve collected over your lifetime. Some of them were stupid and funny, others seemed to be like ancient artifacts that were fragile enough to be broken and lost to time forever. You loved each and every one of them all the same.

Admittedly, you were unsure how it slipped your mind to show Kazuha it before. The two of you had been dating for almost a year and a half now and it was something you were certain he would love to look at.

Flipping the page, Kazuha’s eyes widened ever so slightly at the sight of a beautiful red maple leaf. It was neatly placed on the paper and sealed so it wouldn’t come up. Lustrous gold flakes seemed to adorn the space around it, complimenting it perfectly. In the bottom corner, a little date was etched into the paper — one that wrote nearly two years ago.

Kazuha hummed as his hand moved to gently angle the page toward him, “What’s this one from?”

“It’s a leaf I found at the docks one day. Not too sure how it got all the way to Liyue, but it meant a lot to me when I found it.”

“How so?”

You paused before answering, “I don’t really know? I guess I was just feeling a bit homesick with my parents being gone and all. I had been sitting down at the docks when I found a few of these, but I had only taken this one. It was strangely comforting, so, I kept it.”

Could it be?

“You know, when I was about to flee Inazuma, I remember bringing some of these leaves with me from Ritou. At some point on my journey, I had taken the leaves and scattered them off the boat while thinking of my own homesickness. Perhaps…this is one of them?,” Kazuha wondered aloud.

It was strangely coincidental or, perhaps, it wasn’t coincidence at all. Perhaps, it was that of fate’s dealing. Either way, the idea brought a fond smile to your face. To think the two of you may have been connected long before even meeting one another.

“Maybe.”

#genshin #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact fanfiction #kaedehara kazuha x y/n #kaedehara kazuha x you #kaedehara kazuha x reader #kazuha x y/n #kazuha x you #kazuha x reader

[chalkscene]

fruits basket ⇢ RANDOM THINGS YOU DO THAT THEY SECRETLY LOVE

ft. kyo sohma, yuki sohma, shigure sohma & hatori sohma

“you’re so bad at this,” KYO jests as he effortlessly blocks your pathetic excuse of a punch. “you have an actual teacher,” you quip, “i only have you.” “oh, is that so?” he goads. you already know he’s just trying to get a rise out of you and yet, it works every time. “one of these days, i’m going to beat you for real.” kyo cackles at your empty threat, the time he was hellbent on one-upping yuki simultaneously flashing back to his mind. without any intention to put up a fight, he lets you pin him down with one strike, both of you landing with a soft thud. “looks like today’s the day.” he grins cheekily, earning an eye roll from you. “stop letting me win,” you whine. “if i did, i might end up hurting you.” technically, it is the truth but due to years of training, kyo’s gained enough control over his strength to not inflict serious harm on you - but he won’t tell you that. sure, he’s competitive but he’ll let you win again and again if it means he gets to do this with you everyday.

“are you home?” YUKI sends you a quick text to which you reply: “yup!” he’s about to dial your number when a follow-up message from you pops up and he’s never been more puzzled in his life as he now stares at a selfie of you holding a fork over your head. after contemplating the proper response - if there even is a proper response to this - he texts back: “is now a good time?” “yeah, call me.” when you pick up after two rings, he immediately asks. “what’s the picture for?” “proof that i’m home.” the smile on your face doesn’t falter as if that photo was normal - much to yuki’s confusion, his furrowed eye brows looking adorably hilarious to you. “it’s just this stupid thing i saw on social media,” you shrug, “it’s no big deal.” “you know i’m not worried about you lying to me right?” “yeah but i thought it was funny. besides, you gave me a key to your apartment. i’m giving you my selfies.” easing up, he starts laughing with you. “preferably with no forks.” “no forks. got it.” — after talking for hours about anything and everything, you finally hang up. yuki feels like a high schooler all over again as he smiles at your photo except he never got to do this in high school, plagued with the need to self-isolate lest others see his true self. then here you are, seemingly feeling the exact opposite like you trust him with yourself; his heart feels fuzzy at the realization as he saves the image to his phone.

SHIGURE groans, being woken up by the direct sunlight passing through his window. realizing he’s fallen asleep on his desk, he glances around the room as his mind wanders to you. he remembers you staying up with him, bouncing off ideas for a new story his editor has been nagging him for putting off for weeks until you excused yourself to brew some tea - he must’ve dozed off after that. assuming you’re still asleep in the bedroom, shigure begrudgingly picks up where you both left off, digging through the scattered pieces of paper in front of him until a neat pile underneath catches his eye. it looks familiar save for the sticky notes that weren’t there before. he flips through the pages to find more post-its - some strategically placed while the others, carelessly. when he recognizes them as your annotations, a comforting warmth blooms in his chest. “i wasn’t sure if i could write on it.” the sound of your voice breaks him out of his reverie and he turns to you with a smirk. “interested in being my new editor?” he suggestively asks but you only snort at the mock offer. “considering how you’re capable of singlehandedly giving your current one a heart attack, i think i’ll pass.” as fate would have it, shigure’s phone goes off and it’s the person in question. catching a glint of mischief in shigure’s eyes, you immediately scold him, “be nice.”

you’re too busy admiring HATORI’s side profile as he appears to be engrossed in yet again another book that you flinch when he suddenly speaks. “you want something.” “….maybe.” putting the paperback away, he looks at you expectantly over his reading glasses. “does your hair ever bother you?” you run a hand through his fringe, twisting a few strands around your fingers, “it’s covering your eyes. i wanna see them better.” “they’re just purple,” he deadpans. unimpressed by his remark, you pointedly ignore it and a chuckle soon bubbles past his lips at your reaction - or lack thereof. “what is it that you wanted?” “i think you should put your hair up more often,” you suggest. for someone who’s cynical at times, hatori seems too unsuspecting so you relish in it, carefully raising his glasses by the hinges to push up his bangs, holding them in place like a headband. “if you want, i have some butterfly clips you can use,” you teasingly add. as you expected, he pinches the bridge of his nose, sighing in exasperation. “you’re lucky i love you.” “and i love you.” you press a chaste kiss on one of his eyelids then another - more lingering this time - over his blind eye. “i love all of you, tori.”

#🍊.txt #fruits basket #fruits basket headcanons #fruits basket imagine #fruits basket x reader #kyo sohma #kyo sohma x reader #kyo x reader #yuki sohma #yuki sohma x reader #yuki x reader #shigure sohma #shigure sohma x reader #shigure x reader #hatori sohma #hatori sohma x reader #hatori x reader

[roohuh]

Only one way to find out!

Part 28 of year Seven in Obliviate

Ominis X MC

Summary: You settle into your life at the mansion. Anne moves in with Ominis

Warnings: secretive themes 18+

Waking up with a start you whip your head around scanning the room you are in, memories of the night before flood your mind. You touch the necklace still tightly secured around your neck. Enveloped in your plush bed you let a satisfied yawn escape your lips. How long has it been since you last slept in a bed? Quietly you pad over and try the door, to your amazement it is unlocked. Dressed only in your nightgown you slip out of the room hurriedly making your way down the hall. The sound of Gaunt’s voice freezes you in your steps.

“Good morning Little Beauty. You are up early. And walking around in just your sleep shirt? Very indecent.” He shakes his head in disapproval, then pats his leg motioning for you to sit. As you sit in his lap Gaunt plants a tender kiss on your neck, running a hand up your thigh. You shudder at the sensation wanting to pull away but his other arm holds you close. He lets out a hungry growl in your ear his grip on your thigh tightens painfully.

“Coming out here dressed like that one would think you are just begging for me.” Inwardly cursing your stupidity you remain silent trying not to shift in his lap. His hands explore your body before pushing you off his lap and giving your back side a hard smack.

“Why don’t you go get decent and I will have breakfast made for us.” He adjusts his tie regaining composure. Sheepishly you turn back to your room feeling like a scolded child. Finding a large wardrobe filled with pretty things to wear you put on the least revealing dress you can find and fix your hair to go down to breakfast. In the dining room you find Gaunt sitting at the end of the large table reading the paper. As you sit he looks up smiling warmly,

“How did you sleep dearest?”

“Well thank you. It was nice to sleep in a bed.” You reply as you butter a slice of toast. Staring at the bread you can not help but ask,

“Is Ominis… alright” Gaunt’s eyes meet yours, obviously displeased at the mention of his younger brother. Shifting in your chair you fight the urge to tug at the choker still fastened around your neck.

“I know he is not coming. But I just… he is still alive and well right?” Your eyes plead with the man as your voice wavers trying to fight your emotions.

“Yes he is alive and doing well. He is excelling at his classes at Hogwarts. I fear he took your death rather hard at first but seems to have recovered now. He spends quite a bit of time with a girl from Racenclaw I have noticed, I suspect they will be official soon.” He lies watching your face closely. The news sends a wave of pain through your body; biting your lip hard you try and conquer your rising emotions.

“So soon…”

“Young love is fleeting. And the boy does think you are dead. Best we keep it that way, don’t want to go upsetting the poor fellow right as he has started to smile again.” The man says seemingly apologetically. Nodding as hot tears roll down your cheeks you lose all sense of appetite. Pulling a handkerchief from his pocket Gaunt dabs at your tears.

“Do not cry MC. This pain will pass and I think you will enjoy your new life with me. Maybe after a while we can even go and get you a new wand.” Nodding you try and calm yourself knowing crying will do you no good. This is your life now, you took his hand, you accepted his offer. Finishing his breakfast Gaunt kisses your hand before rising from the table.

“I have to go to Hogwarts now and teach my lessons. The house and gardens are yours to explore but do not get any funny ideas. The perimeter of the property is still charmed and you will still not be able to leave.”

Wandering around the massive house you eventually find the library. Starved for reading you fill your arms with books settling down in a large arm chair. Hours pass as you read a massive tomb about different forms of wandless magic attempting very successfully to perform a variety of spells, you are pleased all of the practice you did in the courtyard is paying off and with the added knowledge you have found in this book you feel the proficiency you have reached. Starting to grow hungry you wander back in the direction of the dining room stopping before a large painting which hangs on the wall, depicting Ominis’ mother, father, brother, and who you can only guess is a very young Ominis. Standing transfixed you gaze upon his likeness unable to look away from the milky gaze. Trying to resign yourself to a life without him you force yourself to turn, wiping away the tears which prick at the back of your eyes. A window offers a welcome distraction as you watch the birds fly overhead wondering if there was a way to escape this place. If you did escape, where would you go now? Ominis has moved on, more than likely everyone in your life has moved on. What would anyone say if you suddenly appeared again? Would anyone even want to see you? No one came looking for you, even in such an obvious place. You sigh resting your chin on the windowsill. Hand reaching to the jewelry on your neck you consider a life here. Would it really be all that bad? He said you could get a wand again and in time you would surely be allowed to leave the house. Creating a tiny flame in your palm you roll the fire around in your hand completely lost in thought.

Anne had come to live with Ominis. Her presence went a long way to cheering him up the first night she was there. Sebastian also stayed the night and it felt like things were before MCs death. Anne made herself busy cooking a big lunch for the group. Ominis sat at the table listening intently as Sebastian filled him in on the going ons of Hogwarts.

“Where is that bag Sebastian brought last week? I had sent some spices for you to use, which you obviously ignored.” Anne called from the kitchen. Grabbing the bag from the floor Sebastian dumped the contents on the table shifting through the pile looking for the small bag of spices. Eyes landing on the plain letter he raised a brow.

“What is this? You never opened your mail? I was curious about this one; it almost looked like MCs handwriting.” He said, handing the letter to Ominis. Puzzled he lets his hands trace over the simple “Ominis” on the front before opening the letter. He holds his wand inside scanning the hastily written words. Wand dropping to the floor Ominis sinks to his knees in shock. Alarmed Sebastian picks up the letter.

“Is it real?” Ominis shaky voice is barely above a whisper. Eyes burning Sebastian grabs his friend pulling him to his feet.

“Only one way to find out!”

#fanfic #ominis gaunt #ominis x mc #hogwarts legacy #harry potter hogwarts game #hogwarts legacy ominis #ominis x you #ominis x reader #ominis fluff

[theflyingfeeling]

Twelfth Day of Gift-Giving: Gift Ideas

Prompt(s): jewelry + polaroid camera

We can have a little Christmassy angst & pining. As a treat 🖤 (another standalone, the main story will be continued...later this week 😌)

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“Janne told me he’s buying Joel a dildo."

Olli snorted the mouthful of coffee he had just sipped back into his paper cup.

“What?!”

“For that stupid Secret Santa thing," Tommi explained. "He got Joel. Said he’s gonna write him a card saying ‘Merry Christmas, go fuck yourself’.”

With his mouth now empty – and provided with proper context for the anecdote – Olli was now able to laugh at it. 

“Just what he needs, really.”

“D’you mind if we pop down to some stores on our way? I still need to buy mine for Porko.”

“Yeah, sure. Haven’t bought mine either.” Olli didn’t have much else scheduled for his Tuesday than a coffeeshop slash passport picture date with Tommi, so he might as well try to get the whole Secret Santa gift exchange fuss over and done with in time before the band Christmas party on Saturday.

“Who did you get?” Tommi asked and bit into his Christmas star pastry.

“I ain’t telling you. It’s Secret Santa, if I may remind you.”

“So Aleksi?”

Olli brought his cup back to his mouth, hoping it might at least partially hide the sudden blush creeping on his cheeks. 

“When are you gonna tell him?”

“Tell him what,” Olli said laconically. Somehow, playing dumb was much easier than facing the truth. That was why it annoyed Olli to no end how he never stood a chance when Tommi as much as raised his eyebrow at him.

“Why should I tell him?”

“Don’t you think he deserves to know?”

The question made Olli sigh heavily, out of sheer frustration. 

What right does Aleksi have to know, huh? How does he deserve to know that I can’t stop fucking thinking about him any more than I deserve this bullshit misery I’ve dug myself into? Or perhaps I do deserve it, in fact, just as a punishment for having fallen for him in the first place. Aleksi, on the other hand? All he's done has been just being his amazing, funny, sexy self to deserve nothing but blissful ignorance.

“Dunno.”

The creases on Tommi’s forehead softened.

“You’ll make your own decisions of course, but just… consider it. It might help you… you know…”

To get over him? To move on and forget about him, because it’s not like he’s ever gonna feel the same about me, and even if he did, by some goddamn miracle, it wouldn’t change a thing because he’s engaged to be married next spring? If anything, it would only make matters worse, thank you very much. 

“Sure, I’ll think about it.” Olli chucked down the rest of his coffee, still so hot it almost burned his throat. “Well, let’s go then?” Without waiting for an answer, he stood up and grabbed his coat from the back of the chair he was sat on and headed towards the shopping mall escalator, not stopping to see if Tommi was keeping up with him. He did hear the long sigh with a beaten undertone to it but hoped that would be the end of that conversation. 

~*~

Still empty-handed after visiting a number of stores at the mall, Tommi pulled on Olli’s sleeve as they passed a jeweller’s.

“I wonder if they have something under twenty euros there?”

“Worth a shot,” Olli shrugged, although he had already more or less given up on finding anything he’d want to give Aleksi for Christmas that wouldn’t scream either ‘I’m crushing on you so fucking bad that I will go insane if you look at me like the way you did that night in Berlin one more time’ or ‘hey, bro, have this stupid boob-shaped flower pot as a token of my brotherly affection, because I’m totally cool with the fact you’re getting married to someone that’s not me and that I’ll never get to have you the way I want you… bro’.

As soon as they entered a shop, Tommi’s face lit up when he spotted a display of cheap children’s earrings.

“Hell yeah, now we’re talking. Oh, look, Little My ones!” Tommi picked up a box with a pair of stud earrings inside, a poorly-painted Moomin character as decoration.

“They sure would fit Porko’s new stage fit,” Olli smiled wryly.

“Yep, that’s my gift for Porko settled,” Tommi agreed, checking the bottom of the box for the price. “Have you found anything for Aleksi yet?”

Olli then pretended to look around the selection of jewellery and shrugged.

“How’s about one of those fake septum rings? Since he seems to like the one he already has.” Tommi nodded towards a shelf displaying a collection of fake piercings in various colours and styles. 

Olli swallowed. He did not need a reminder of Aleksi’s new-found love for piercings, not after that one night Olli had, lying in his bed at night going out of his mind missing Aleksi’s stupid face, been browsing Aleksi’s social media accounts until a picture of the man Olli had never seen before, with his neck and eyelids painted black and a ring decorating his septum, appeared on his phone screen. Promptly Olli had ignored the other piece of jewellery Aleksi had been wearing on his left ring finger and had begun grinding against the mattress with his eyes nailed to Aleksi’s face until he had come inside his boxers, his moans and gasps muffled by a pillow.

He hadn’t felt proud of himself afterwards, even though it was hardly the first time he had masturbated to the thought of Aleksi.

“That one looks cool,” Tommi pointed at a septum ring with decorations imitating brass knuckles. “I think Aleksi might like it,” Tommi pointed out helpfully before heading towards the check-out counter, a self-satisfied smile on his face as he admired the perfect gift he had found for Porko.

Aleksi would like it for sure, but what about Olli’s own sanity?

Fuck it, he thought nevertheless and grabbed the damned ring before walking after Tommi.

~*~

So far, Olli had succeeded in keeping a sensible distance to Aleksi without seeming like he was avoiding him, while also holding on to the last bits of his mental health. At least Aleksi wasn’t wearing that ridiculous(ly hot) fake piercing, even if Olli did have to restrain himself from staring at Aleksi's unruly hair and the front of his tight black t-shirt for too long, or else he might have actually begun to weep by Aleksi’s feet. 

Joonas loved the Little My earrings Tommi had bought him, and Janne did, indeed, gift Joel a large, pink dildo just as he had threatened, which resulted in a round of immature laughter as the silicone sex toy was passed around. When it came to Aleksi’s turn to open his present, Olli made sure to look everywhere else except at him.

“Oh, wow, this is cool.” Aleksi brought the little box almost to his nose for a closer inspection. “Really cool, actually.”

In his moment of weakness, Olli dared a glance at Aleksi, only to find he was looking straight back at him in return.

“Thanks,” Aleksi said. Olli wasn’t sure he even wanted to know what had blown his cover.

Not exactly in his best Christmas spirits, and even less in the mood of being everyone’s centre of attention, Olli dawdled unwrapping his present until everyone else was already gawking at the silly knick-knacks and tacky accessories they had been gifted by fellow bandmates or members of the crew. Luckily his was hidden inside a simple paper bag, so he could easily sneak a look in without making a show of tearing it open from wrapping paper. 

When he saw what was inside, he swore his heart stopped for a second or two.

He was looking at a polaroid camera, but instead of a brand-new, never-before-used one, he had been given his own polaroid camera, the one he had lost during their European tour in the fall. It had been broken that night, dropped on the floor one too many times, and on top of that someone had stolen it right from their table towards the end of their afterparty in a crowded local bar. He had pretended not to be bothered by the loss, even though snapping random, aesthetic shots at their tour locations had been his favourite pastime during those weeks; at least it had given him something else to do and think about than drowning himself in his heartache.

Aleksi was the only one who would’ve known how upset he actually had been about the stolen camera, for Olli had (literally) cried about it to him afterwards in their hotel room, too tipsy on cheap German beer to care how Aleksi might have perceived him. It was Olli’s best and worst memory from that tour; falling asleep with his face buried in the crook of Aleksi’s neck, waking up with a throbbing headache and his yearning for the man stronger than ever.

Although Olli had immediately recognized the camera from the slight dent on its side, he still reached for it to pick it up in his hands, just to make sure it really was the same one he had lost – or thought he had, it now seemed. With a trembling finger he turned the camera on and couldn’t help the soft gasp that left his mouth when he saw the device coming to life, which had not happened the last time Olli had held it in his hands. Then he proceeded to take a picture of the pile of torn wrapping paper on the table in front of him and watched as a still blacked-out picture slid out of the machine. 

Suddenly the private room they had rented for the night at a downtown Oulu restaurant felt too small and suffocating around him, so he set the picture and the camera on the table and stormed outside.

The frigid coldness of the outdoors punched the air out of Olli’s lungs, forcing him lean against the brick wall by the back door of the restaurant to catch his breath. At least it was winter and the terrace was empty; he didn’t exactly need witnesses for his little meltdown.

He wasn’t granted the privilege of privacy for too long, however, because a moment later, the back door opened, letting out the cheerful chitter-chatter of the restaurant for a couple of seconds before muffling it again. 

“Everything okay?” Aleksi asked him. Olli could only bring himself to nod. 

“I, ummm… I had your camera fixed.”

“I noticed."

“Sorry I had to steal it first though. I didn’t meant to, in fact I was just trying to make sure you wouldn’t lose it, but then I just… then you… fuck, nevermind.”

A small cloud erupted in the cold winter air as Aleksi sighed heavily.

“It’s fucking cold in here,” he said when the cloud had disappeared and stroke his bare arms. “Let’s go back inside?”

“Yeah, you go, I’m just gonna… I need another breath of fresh air, if you don’t mind.”

“Okay,” Aleksi said quietly, but showed no other signs of leaving his side. 

Olli wondered if the silence between them was as deafening to Aleksi as it was to him.

“Thanks for the piercing, by the way. It’s fucking cool.”

“How did you know it was from me?” Olli couldn’t help himself any longer and blurted out the question or else he’d go mute for good.

Aleksi chuckled. “Christmas magic, I guess.”

Olli almost felt like telling Aleksi to shove his ‘Christmas magic’ to you-know-where for giving him such an annoyingly vague answer instead of a serious one, and he supposed Aleksi understood his passive-aggressive silence as the man continued a moment later:

“I, uhhh…” he paused to chuckle, “I may have gone through everyone to figure out who was your Secret Santa and then switched with them. And now I sort of regret it, I mean… I should’ve just given the camera to you weeks ago. I’m sure Niko would’ve gifted you something that wasn’t as… creepy.”

“It’s not creepy,” Olli shook his head. “It’s very thoughtful, actually. Thank you. I… god, I hadn’t even thanked you yet,” he groaned, hiding his face in his hands for lack of anything better to do with himself. Aleksi had just given him the sweetest, most unbelievable Christmas gift Olli could have dared to wish from the ridiculous Secret Santa humbug Joonas made them do every single year, and he couldn’t even bring himself to be thankful from all his pining and grief? Such a friend he was.

(Aleksi did deserve better.)

“So you’re not mad at me for taking your camera and not telling you?”

Olli shook his head again.

“No.”

How could I ever?

“Good,” Aleksi nodded. His teeth had begun clattering. “Fuck, it’s freezing tonight. I could never live this up north.” 

Please don’t remind me.

“You should go back inside. I’ll be right behind you.”

“No, I can wait. Keep you company.” Aleksi shoved his hands in his jean pockets, casually as if he wasn’t literally shivering from the cold. “I mean. Unless you want me to go.”

If Olli had been even half as strong as he would’ve liked to be, he would’ve ordered Aleksi to leave him alone so he could dwell in his misery in peace. Tragically, the part of him that craved to be near Aleksi always trumped any other feeling.

“Just stay. If you want to. Although I’m afraid I’m not the best company right now.”

He could feel Aleksi look at him, patiently waiting for him to elaborate.

“Is there anything I can do to help that?”

Is there? Let’s see. You could throw that ring of yours in the Bay of Bothnia and call off the wedding for starters, or if you can't do that, then at least cross my name off the guest list, because I’m not sure I’ll be able to witness your happiness next May, as selfish as it sounds. Or then I guess you could pull me in your arms like you did when I cried to about how grief-stricken I was about having my camera stolen and maybe even let me fall asleep on your chest one last time, for old times’ sake, before I’ll pack my bags and move to the North Pole perhaps, or some place else that’s too cold for these thoughts of you to follow me.

“Not much, I’m afraid.”

Next to him in the dark, Aleksi nodded. Yet, he made no effort to leave his side, although by then he must have been struggling to appear unbothered by the cold in just a thin t-shirt and jeans.

After a while, when Olli himself was starting to feel the effect of the minus degrees, Aleksi shuffled closer to him; not quite touching him, but close enough to easily rest his chin on Olli’s shoulder if he wished to; close enough for Olli to hear his shivering breaths in his ear.

“Olli, I… I should tell you. While I still can.”

It was laughable how just one sentence was all it took to bring Olli’s hopes back up from the gutter. Not awfully high, but on the surface, as if to make sure they'd still be alive to maximise the pain on the way back down to the depths of his agony. 

Because there were times Olli had asked himself if the lingering looks or touches they shared meant as much to Aleksi as they meant to him. He had spent many a sleepless night wondering if there really had been something other than friendly fooleries going on in between them when Aleksi had pinned him against the backstage couch in Berlin or whether Olli had only imagined the thirst he had seen Aleksi’s his eyes. Sometimes he stayed up until morning, trying to come up with a rational explanation to why Aleksi had been texting with him throughout the night instead of being asleep next to his fiancée. 

Maybe he was just bored. Maybe he couldn’t sleep for whatever reason; literally any other reason than what Olli hoped would be the truth.

“Tell me what?” His voice was shaking, but not because of the cold.

“That I, ummm… that I’m… Oh.”

Instead of finishing what he was about to say, Aleksi reached for his back pocket and took out his phone, a soft buzz sounding from it. Another cold silence fell on them as Aleksi stared at the screen, studying the notification that had popped. Only then Olli could dare a look at the man, his face illuminated by the blue glow of the phone screen.

Olli decided he’d be better off not asking who it was that was missing him, afraid he knew the answer already. 

“Ummmm… Nevermind.” Aleksi sighed at the phone before putting it away. Then he reached his hand to brush the back of Olli’s palm lightly. Aleksi’s touch was surprisingly warm and gentle, yet it sent shivers down Olli’s spine.

“Don’t freeze yourself to death, okay? I’mma head back inside.”

Olli was left staring at Aleksi’s back before it disappeared inside the restaurant, leaving him to voice his response to the pitch-black wintery night instead.

I might as well, he said in his mind, as I’m sure it would be less painful a way to go than dying from this torture of being in love with you.

#blind channel fanfiction #blind channel rpf #24 days of gift-giving by theflyingfeeling #ollixallu #this is awful actually. like. downright mean even and i'm sorry (no i'm not <3) #but at least this was inspired by /those/ pictures of aleksi 👀 #shame about the septum being a fake one tho :\ #ironically this is also the only one that's a little more christmassy #in the sense that there's christmas shopping and a pre-christmas party (pikkujoulut) involved #i promise tomorrow we'll be back to funsies again 😇 #i've just been writing one sappy story after another lol i needed a break 😮‍💨

[fizzingwizard]

Played the Snufkin: Melody of Moominvalley demo

teehee will the real Snufkin please stand up??

First of all the art and music are so gorgeous. The watercolor effect and paper texture are enchanting. I felt soothed just watching the intro. It's very moomin-y and made me remember how I felt when I first discovered the books. When you walk through puddles, there's the sound of splashing water, and when you cross a log bridge, it sounds like hollow wood. Ideal vibe.

I did try *cough* to jump off the cliffs and stuff... but no, you can't kill yourself in this game, bahahaha. Unsurprising but Idk I've played Sims too long and "how can I kill everyone" has become my modus operandi. Not even Moomins are safe.

You pretty much just use space bar, S, and A, so playing was easy. I encountered some trouble when jumping at times, but Idk if that was jumps being glitchy or just me still getting the hang of it.

Snufkin in this is freakishly strong. Able to carry rocks while jumping across a rushing river and push a giant boulder around. Superstrength!! But it is a lot of fun, really, running and jumping everywhere, climbing things... I got stuck at one point where you have to climb behind a waterfall, because I didn't think you could climb horizontally!

Now this game stars Snufkin, but don't be fooled, it's really a Snufkin roast. You watch Teety-woo (who is leading the tutorial basically) follow Snufkin around getting ignored for ages x'D and he's so complimentary the whole time that it morphs into an insult. The rest of the time, in the name of helping, he does a lot of nothing and you stop feeling bad about ignoring him bahahahaha.

Your "mighty" harmonica x'D has the ability to calm and charm other creatures and make them fall in love with you. I don't care what anyone says, I love this whole music therapy angle. I also like finding inspiration in random bushes. It WAS a bit weird to use the harmonica on this Creep only so he could give me a boost up the cliff lol what was wrong with stacking rocks?

But the harmonica's best use is DEFINITELY hypnotizing birds and then launching them at a target. Who need guns when you have birds?? Seriously this was way too much fun, who knew Looney Tunes humor would be this amusing to me as a full grown adult :P

You get quests, like "rescue all the baby birds." But whenever you feel like it you can fuck off and go fishing for a while. Sorry mama! I didn't notice any game-related effect from it, like catching actual fish. So idk if that's the way it's meant to be, for relaxing, or if I'm just stupid.

I was a little confused when I got like three quests and didn't see how I'd made any progress on any of them. Then all of a sudden the mama bird, who says "woo" when she's sad and "teety" when she's happy, led to the completion of the "Find a name" quest. And I love Teety-woo praising the existential beauty of his own name, and then fucking off to pay some bills. The great Snufkin who?? I've got responsibilities!

Oh no... signs! Oh no... a park! Being asked to look after it is pretty funny! But the ensuing complete and total property destruction is even funnier!

Not even kidding, Snufkin demolishes this park. It was really fun! This game isn't hard, but for someone who doesn't play games, it wasn't too mindlessly simple for me either. I enjoyed dodging the park keepers, launching birds at their heads, and yeeting signs into oblivion.

And we end with the discovery that Moominvalley has dried up and Moomintroll is nowhere to be found! An excellent prologue. I'm definitely looking forward to this game. I like the idea of a game that has both relaxing elements and more energetic ones without being too terribly kiddie (of course it's perfect for kids, I'm just saying, as an adult, I wasn't bored), as well as one that is whimsical and silly without losing emotional depth, with manageable, personal stakes. The demo definitely didn't take me very long to get through and I have no idea how long the full game will be. But long or short, the story seems promising.

#moomin #game

[namjoonscoffeeshop]

Dear Namjoon | 07

✧ Pairing: Min Yoongi x reader ✧ warning(s): explicit language, suggestive content, mature content ✧ genre: angst,fluff,smut,slow burn ✧ synopsis; You're sent to live with your father and older brother. only that your older brother is in a band called BTS. you meet jimin's friends and automatically get tangled with one of his band members. you're relationship has to be kept a secret but for how long can you keep it that way?

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Jimin was on the look out to see who I would look at, he would glare at any guy that looked my way.  And it made me wonder, what he was gonna do when he finds out that namjoon is my boyfriend...and the guy who isn't "decent".

getting up to the rooftop, he was pouting the whole time. right away going to sit with taehyung who was leaning against the wall with a hat covering his face.

namjoon was talking to hoseok, and his acting was on point. i walked to the guys and greeted them all, taehyung first asked me what i did to my brother for him to glare at me. i just shrugged while jimin mocked me. i turned to hoseok and namjoon to say hi and namjoon greeted me so fucking dryly. like he said "hey" giving me a glance before continuing to talk to hoseok.

"y/n can i ask you something" jungkook calls my name, turning to him i see him sitting on a desk with papers out on the desk. i pull another desk to sit next to him. "sure what's up"

he puts the paper on my desk with a lot of Spanish words "can you help me? jimin said you knew some Spanish"

taking the paper in my hand i look at the words, my mind was trying to translate them. "uh give me a minute, i haven't studied spanish in a while" i feel myself getting red because he looked at me as if i was his only hope

"we just gotta match them so.."

i take the pencil from his desk "como te llamas is...what is your name" i mark a line connecting the two

"cuantos años tienes is....how old are you" jungkook kept nodding as i continued to connect the words

"sorry if i get any wrong" i hand jungkook the paper back and he has a huge smile on his face "the teacher has been an ass all week cause i was dragging to turn this in" he puts his things away

"thanks" he gives you a side hug and jimin sprints up "jungkook is it you" he yells as he points at jungkook

"what?" he looks at him confused

"jimin shut the fuck up and sit down you fool" jungkook looks at jimin confused

namjoon looks at jimin and then you, and I can see how much he's trying to hold himself back from laughing

and as if something clicks in his head jimin sits back down "your too young.." he murmurs, taehyung's glaring at him because he woke him up once he got up and screamed

the bell ranged and you looked at jungkook "ignore my stupid brother, he's on some shit these days"

he nods his head , grabbing his bag and leaving first.

once i got to my first class a group of girls came up to me telling me if I was gonna write letters to 'BTS'. Some said it made no sense since i'm always hanging out with them others said it would be funny since they wouldn't know.

"yeah..i'll write something" and they handed me a 7 purple envelopes. i put it in my notebook

once class started i got bored, since i already knew what the teacher was teaching. opening my notebook i take out the envelope. grabbing the sheet from inside i grab my pen, tapping it on the desk i wonder for a long time what to write. And i thought of the craziest idea, so i began to write.

Dear Namjoon,

I'm addicted to your dick already

putting the paper back in, i lick the envelope, closing it tight. as for the front i wrote babe

i grab the other envelopes and write to all the other guys. keeping cute little motivational notes. addresses myself as "number one fan"

when classes ended i walked with caution to the station where they put a box for the letters. dropping it in the box i made my way to find jimin at our usual spot.

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grabbing lunch we head to the rooftop where we see all the guys gathered around looking at a basket of cards, and jimin rushes over. i smile at the sight of them getting excited.

"we got letters already?" taehyung nods, "jungkook got the most" you turn to look at jungkook as he is staring at the letters completely happy.

we are all sitting down and eating, as they read their cards. i glance at namjoon when he finally gets to the purple card. he didn't catch the word "babe" written on the front. he opens the envelope and takes the card out. grabbing his drink he takes a sip as he turns the card around and reads what it says.

his eyes open wide and he spits out the water, coughing instantly. hoseok looks at him with a grossed out face, some water went his way "what the fuck namjoon" he wipes his sleeve

namjoon picks up the envelope took look at the name, and he reads babe

namjoon says sorry, he sticks the card back in the envelope. unlike the other letters he puts it away right away. he looks at jimin who was too distracted reading his letters with taehyung, and so he turns to glare at you.

"really" he mouths and you shrug

he grabs the pile of letters thats for jin and yoongi "i'm gonna take these and leave them at my locker" he gets up, as he stares at you. raising a brow at you.

and you knew what he wanted, he wanted you to get up and follow him "i'm gonna go throw the food out" you pick up your tray and jimin's who was done. jimin glares at you and then looks at namjoon

"don't leave her outta your sight" namjoon looks at him and then you "no problem"

after dropping off the trays and letters at his locker he pulls you to the empty room that no one goes to

"you think your funny huh" he grabs your waist, making you sit on the desk

"what happened daddy did you not like the letter?" you bite your bottom lip

"don't provoke me y/n cause i'll fuck you right here and you won't be able to walk to class" his hands rest on your knees as he spreads your legs. he grips your thighs as he presses his body against you making you feel his hard length inside his pants

"you're addicted huh" he whispers in your ear, his hand already rubbing your thigh

"yeah" you cup his face, your lips brush over his. as you try to tease him.

"how can you be addicted when you haven't even tasted it" he smirks, you blush at his words "be a good girl and get on your knees" he squeezes your thighs. you get up from the desk, namjoon leans on the desk instead his hands keeping him up.

i get on my knees, and look up to him. keeping eye contact, i can feel myself getting wet, just by his stares. he smirks  "take it out"

i look at his crotch area and gulp. reaching for his belt i undo it and i unbuckle his pants. namjoon bites on his bottom lip as he watches me

"move faster" he says sternly

i pull his pants down, letting them fall as i stare at his boxers which shows his thick hard shape.

i rub him through the underwear and he groans. "y/n take it out already"

hooking my fingers to the hem of his boxers, i pull them down. his cock sprung up, standing tall against his stomach.

i gulp at his size, it was my first time staring at it

"what do i do?" i look up at him, innocently

he just stares at me.  i reach out and touch the tip, making him grip the desk more.

bringing my mouth close i give him slow licks from the head to the bottom. i stare at him, right before i kiss the tip, putting his dick in my mouth.

"breathe through your nose" he says with a raspy voice, making me hum against his dick. the vibrations made him twitch. i could taste the pre cum in my mouth. i could feel my self salivating  around him. 

i wrap my hands at the base of his cock, pumping him slowly as i bob my head. "good girl, see you can do it" he groans, his hand pulls my hair back in a pony tail "i wanna see how your mouth wraps around me"

i blush hard at his words, taking him out og my mouth. i reach into my pocket taking out a hair tie. i tie my hair into a pony tail

"like this?"

he nods slowly, his eyes full of lust as he stares at me " can i fuck your throat" he says suddenly

"you always ask for permission to everything?"

"i'm never gonna do something you don't want"

i nod

"use your words"

"yes it's fine" he nods, and i lick his shaft with the tip of my tongue, I kept trying to remember what the girl did in that video i watched a long time ago. i put my lips around the whole head of his cock and suck him off gently.  my hand fondling with his balls

"fuck y/n..i thought you." he grunts as his head falls back "you said you didn't know"

finally i lowered my mouth over his entire cock, getting it deep inside my mouth. i start bobbing my head. swirling my tongue around the head of his cock, he bucked his hip up.

Small hitched breathes leave his mouth making me press my thighs together

he grabs the back of my head "are you ready" he grunts as he waits for my answer. but his phone rings making him groan in annoyance, picking it up he sees its jimin

"look babe it's your brother, should i answer" i shake my head

"don't stop" he smirks as he answers the call. bringing  the phone to his ear "what happened" he watches me as i lick his shaft, while my hand pumps him. making him shut his eyes.

"y/n? no, we aren't together" he says calmly as he looks down at you and he thinks to himself 'your sister is on her knees in front of me with my cock in her mouth' he smirks

"sorry bro, i needed get do something so i had to leave her" i touch his balls again making him groan

"seriously dude" jimin exclaims, namjoon chuckles "what bro, you called me. i'm a man with needs. are you done so i can hang up?" jimin hangs up the call and namjoon looks down at you

"shit if only you could see how fucking beautiful you look right now with your lips wrapped around my dick" he bites his bottom lip

you pull him out of your mouth, only to pump him as you lick the head, sucking on it slowly. he grabs his phone without you noticing, "y/n" he calls your name and you look up to him. seeing his phone you hear him take a photo

your eyes widen in shock "namjoon" you say his name

"don't worry, this is just for me" he has a smug look on his face "i can't wait no more" he pulls your up by your arm, he makes you lean over the desk "i need you right now" he pushes your skirt up

"but we're at school" your grip the end of the desk, as you bit your bottom lip as he touches you more

"please? i'll make it quick" his fingers move your underwear to the side, as he rubs you with his tip

"but you have to be quick" finally giving in

"that's my good girl" you hear him rustling behind you as he takes out a condom. he touches your aching core with his fingers, and right away they got wet making your face crimson red of embarrassment "dang girl you are addicted huh"

you hear him suck on his fingers  "since your this wet, i can assume your ready"

you nod quickly

"then lift your ass for me" and you do exactly what he says. grabbing your waist with one hand he aligns himself to your entrance with the other. not wasting time he thrusts into you completely

"fuck babe, your so fucking tight" he stays still letting you adjust to his length

"i'm gonna start moving" he grips your waist harder, and starts moving his hips roughly into you

"fuck" you say loudly as you bite your bottom lip

you hear his moaning, making your walls clench around him "shit babe, if you tighten like that i'm gonna have to go harder" he grunts

"do i-it"  he tightens his grip even more on you, and your completely sure that your gonna be bruised

"fuck me harder namjoon" you turn to look at him

"shit..don't blame me if you can't walk to class after this" pulling out he thrusts into you harder, making him growl at the pleasure

you were choking from the pleasure, all you could hear was the sounds of your bodies meeting and namjoon's grunts behind you as he kept pounding into you.

"i'm so close" i gasp for air as he rubs my clit with his fingers

"cum for me baby" he leans over me, sucking on my nape

and there it was the familiar knot inside my stomach, letting out a moan i cum on him. making him fasten his pace. i whimper as he fucks me through my orgasm

"hold on i'm almost there" he lifts your ass more, making you step on his feet to, he thrusts into me harder and faster. till i fell him twitch inside, releasing in the condom.

"you're so lucky we're in school or we would have another round" he pulls out of you making you loose strength on your knees but he holds you up "i told you not to provoke me, now look" he smirks

"don't flatter yourself, i can still walk" you stick your tongue at him. he rasies a brow, and lets go of you. making your legs betray you, you sit on the ground. glaring at namjoon.

He tugs himself back in his pants with a smug look "I think I should call Jimin and tell him I found you"

"You wouldn't" he bends down, gripping your chin "I would" he kisses you once more

He takes out his phone, unlocking it but stops as he stares at the screen. "Your lucky, your pretty photo of my cock in your mouth saved you" he shows you the photo making you blush

He grabs your arms as he helps you sit on the desk "come on let's get your legs working before the bell rings" he massages your thighs.

"i'm gonna keep sending you letters" namjoon chuckles

"i'll be looking forward to them" he kisses your forehead

#bts smut #bts angst #bts fluff #namjoon x reader #namjoon fanfic #bts au #KNJ/DEARNAMJOON #namjoonscoffeeshop #bts x reader #namjoon fic #female reader #brothers bestfriend #jungkook fanfic #seokjin fanfic #jhope fanfic #taehyung fanfic #jimin fanfic #yoongi fanfic #hoseok fanfic #rm fanfic

[bf-skz]

24 to 25 days of SKZMAS | December 4th - Hyunjin

pairing: Hwang Hyunjin x Reader

genre: fake dating

synopsis: Hyunjin is one of the best writers at JY Publishing. As the end of the year comes, he is one article short for a raise. The chief editor gives him the task of writing date ideas till Christmas which is also coincidentally his most hated holiday. Luckily, he does have a roommate with a great Christmas spirit.

warnings: -

words: 663

4th day of SKZMAS

December 4th

“And the 24 Dates Till Christmas will go to Hyunjin!”

Hyunjin blinks awake from daydreaming with open eyes at the sound of his name.

What?

Everyone is clapping and congratulating as the meeting concludes, but Hyunjin is still in a daze. This is what he feared… he wanted to lay low before his holiday commences, in hopes that the editor will forget about him and let him proofread this time around. It didn't go as he planned, of course…

“Excuse me, sir.” he gets up once he comes to his senses. By that time it's only him and the editor in the meeting room. “I really don't think I can write this article.” he admits.

Hyunjin is one of the best writers at the paper, there is no argument about it. There is just one little problem.

He absolutely despises Christmas.

He could go out of his way to get away from anything joyous. For example, he avoids going to shopping malls after the 1st of November till late February to avoid the Christmas tunes from the radio.

“I understand that you are not exactly keen on Christmas, Hyune.” the editor starts. 

That's an understatement, Hyunjin thinks with utmost disgust on his face. He can't mask how he feels.

“But this is exactly why I think you will write the article without any favoritism.”

That's just bullshit, Hyunjin knows.

“Besides, you need one last banging article to kick off your personal assessment test.” he adds and it makes Hyunjin freeze.

“I thought I already completed the curriculum for the raise.” he deadpans and his editor shakes his head.

“Unfortunately, your last article didn't make the cut. So this one will be a real tiebreaker.” he explains and Hyunjin can feel his blood boil.

All or nothing on a stupid fucking Christmas article…

“I would start researching if I was you.” he singsongs before picking up his neatly stacked pack of paper and prances out of the meeting room with a wave of goodbye, leaving Hyunjin completely baffled and fuming.

By the time he gets home that evening, your shared flat smells like a whole bakery. You are just about to spread the frosting on your first batch of gingerbread cookies as Hyunjin walks through the door.

“Hi Hyune!” you call from the kitchen, popping your head through the kitchen door. “Perfect timing, I need you to taste test these!”

“Do I absolutely have to?” he murmurs, shuffling into the kitchen with angry steps.

“Uhm yeah, you do! I have to practice for Christmas, how else will I find the perfect icing for my cookies?” you ask, but as you catch sight of Hyunjin, you stop. “You’re pissed. What happened?”

“I got a stupid Christmas article to do, and only my whole career hangs on it.” Hyunjin says with a dramatic flare.

“Oh, chill out, princess, I’m sure it’s not that bad.” you say, inconspicuously placing a couple of cookies on a plate with a little dipping bowl of frosting. “What do you have to write about?”

“24 Dates Till Christmas.” Hyunjin says with annoyance and a disgusted face before stuffing his mouth with a cookie.

“Oh.” you say, trying your best to bite back your giggles but you can’t help it. It’s just way too funny. “Christmas dates? And you? That’s hilarious.”

“Shut up.” he whines, throwing a piece of frosted cookie at you. “I swear the whole world is against me.”

“Aww, c’mon now.” you say as you pat his hair. He is so cute when he pouts like that. “Is there any way I can help? I mean, it’s not like I’ve been on a date in ages…”

“Ah, I don't-” but Hyunjin stops mid sentence and his eyes light up. “You! You love Christmas so you know all the stupid Christmas clichés, right?”

“I- yeah? I guess so?” you say unsurely, not liking the sudden change of mood. Hyunjin is about to say something crazy.

“Take me out then!”

“What?!”

to be continued...

#hyunjin #hwang hyunjin #hyunjin au #stray kids #stray kids au #stray kids fic #skz #skz au #skz fic #hyunjin fic #24 to 25 days of skzmas #skzmas #mymercury #yourandromeda #bf-skz #hyunjin x reader

[timeofjuly]

doing essays but can’t help think of quinn and MC GAHHH their so cigarettes out the window by TV girl coded 🤕💔💔💔💔 been listening to a lot of TV girl and thinking of them 😵‍💫

Adding that to my mc/Quinn playlist IMMEDIATELY oh my god, literally the perfect song. Here’s a suitably depressing fic that I wrote listening to it on loop, thank you so much! TW for alluded to drug use at the end.

there will be no answer

Quinn’s cleaning out your side of the closet when she unearths your leather jacket. It’s crammed right at the back, fallen from its hanger, sandwiched between the wood and your winter coats.

She pulls it free and then holds it up into the bright yellow artificial light streaming from the bedroom ceiling. It’s an old, beaten-up thing; it had already lived a full life when you’d dug it up from the bottom of the bargain bin at Goodwill and it’s even more well-loved now. It’s decorated with a handful of pins, all of which Quinn recognises and some of which she had purchased for you herself. They clink against each other as she turns the jacket from left to right, little bits of metal and plastic commemorating places you’ve been to, bands you like, things you find funny.

She flips the jacket to reveal the tag and sees where you’d written your name in thick, black sharpie. You had liked the idea of passing it on, maybe back to another thrift shop, with your name on it. You’d thought it would be a fun bit of history for whoever picked it up next.

Quinn traces the letters on the tag with her fingertip and says your name aloud for the first time in weeks. The sound sits in the otherwise silent bedroom like an unwelcome guest, sticking in the emptiness and making your absence all the more apparent.

Quinn can’t remember seeing the jacket since last winter, so you mustn’t’ve realised it was at the back of the closet. That makes sense. Out of all of your items of clothing, this is the one that she thinks you might want back. If she knew where you were, she’d mail it to you, but she doesn’t. She has no idea where you are.

She sits down on the beige carpet and splays the jacket over her legs, feeling like a big child with a too-small blanket. Beside her sit two trash bags, one for clothes to be thrown away, and the other for what’s in good enough condition to be donated. There is no bag for things that she’s allowing herself to keep.

Her own suitcase sits open atop the bed, full of her own neatly folded things. The rest of the contents of the bedroom sits in boxes strewn around her, all labelled up and ready to be taken to her new apartment.

Going through your things is the only thing left to do.

Warmth prickles at her eyes and she clenches her fists into the jacket. The leather is soft and supple, but it’s cold. She gives into her base nature and raises it, burying her face into it.

The jacket smells like you. It smells like your shampoo and your perfume and the brand of hairspray you like and cigarette smoke and when she goes digging through the pockets, she finds an old, battered carton of cigarettes, a tube of lipstick, as well as a faded receipt for a loaf of bread, a dozen eggs, and a bouquet of flowers.

And now she’s crying. Great. Shame there’s no tissues stashed away in one of your pockets because she’s packed her own away in a box in the bathroom, so she needs to get up and use a wad of toilet paper to dry her tears. It’s the cheap kind and it disintegrates into little papery balls against her face, so she has to stick her head underneath the tap to wash them away.

Afterwards, she stares into her red, puffy eyes in the bathroom mirror, and begs herself to get a fucking grip.

This is why she’s avoided doing this for so long – for four months, actually. She’s too weak. The only reason she’s doing it now is because the lease is up and despite her stupid, sentimental heart, even she’s not pathetic enough to cart your stuff all the way into a new city.

That, and she promised her friends that she’d do it. They’d offered to help her, which is lovely of them, but the idea of someone else in your shared bedroom, going through your things, makes her stomach turn. This room, this apartment, is only for the two of you, nobody else. Even now, four months after you had dumped her over the phone from your bed in some wilderness rehab, Quinn still feels like she’s living with a ghost. Your presence is saturated in every square inch of this place and even if she wanted to (and she doesn’t), she’d never be able to get you out.

Your parents think that a change of scenery will do her good. They told her this with tired eyes and furrowed brows, crushed by the knowledge that their daughter and their daughter’s would-be murderer are the same person. They had invited her over for dinner shortly after the breakup, and your mother had held Quinn tightly and had buried her face into her hair to hide her tears. Your father had told Quinn that they would always have a place for her at their table. That their door would always be open for her, whether you’re there or not.

Quinn’s own parents have told her nothing at all because she hasn’t spoken to them in almost a year. That, at least, is a blessing. It’s been years since she’s had to deal with them without you. She’s not sure that she remembers how.

She returns back to the bedroom and picks the jacket up off of the carpet. The pins rattle. She takes a deep, bracing breath and holds it, looking between the two trash bags. They’re both almost full; she really has done her best, getting rid of it all.

Quinn exhales in a rush that makes her slightly dizzy. She folds the jacket into a neat square and places it into her suitcase, burying it right at the bottom. This is the only thing left to her. She can allow herself it, at least.

.......

In a city somewhere else, your bare arms prickle with goosebumps. The moon is huge and bright overhead, a silvery stain against the sleet of the sky. There are no stars to be seen here, light pollution having bleached them away decades ago, but even if there were, you wouldn’t bother looking up at them. The night is young and your skin buzzes with the happiness you had injected into it only a moment ago.

Another chill moves through you. For a moment, you wish you had a jacket to pull over your shoulders, or someone’s arm to curl up underneath, but then a wave of syrupy rhapsody envelopes your body, like the coziest, most comforting hug, or like submerging yourself into a blissfully hot bath. The cold washes away like it had never been there at all.  

#asks #quinn/reader #silver string #thank you anon! this was a blast to write #*slapping Quinn on the back of the head* this bad boy can fit so much angst in it #I hope your essays are going well! #tw: drug mention #the electrician #quinn lawson #rtc music suggestions

[novelcain]

HOLY SHIT When I asked about the dragon theories I didn't expect a wHOLE ASS RESEARCH PAPER. Luckily I'm similarly built like an unhinged academic

Essentially linking social consciousness to bioelectricty? Insane. Social consciousness is usually attributed to psychological nuture. It's the idea of a shared identity. But the possibility that the shared identity can be influenced by the funny little electricity in our heads is an angle I wish could be explored more now. How far can we take it? If humans were able to universally create a whole ass animal, what else could we do if we could tap into that kind of research?

(Let is be known that the only reason I am also not a mad scientist is because the educational system failed that badly)

- 🐟

Lmao EXACTLY!

I've been intrigued tho "obsessed" according my therapist with bioelectricity and its possible applications for as long as I could remember! I remember that forever ago, when I was around 9 to 10, I theorized that bioelectricity could be possibly be harnessed as a source of energy or a type of control unity for prosthetics (bc I was SUPER in bio mechanical engineering around that age) but I even have it written in a science diary somewhere, I was a very weird organized little kid, and then skip forward a few years to high school I was surfing the internet for science articles to read in my spare time and I stumbled upon on saying that my theory have been proven and put into practice!

I was so excited! Unfortunately, I was so excited that I ran to the first person I could find, my egg donor. And to make a long story short it ended up in her yelling at me for not telling her when I was younger so we could have made a patent.

Pft! Yeah right. I remember thinking how stupid that idea was. I was 9 and we had no money there's no way a patent would have ever happened that was just dumb. But I let her be mad so she'd let me go so I could do more research online about it.

I actually have a theory that within 10 years time it'll be common place to have implants in the eyes and brain that fully run on an individuals bioelectricity and will act as a kind of visual displace and that they'll replace phones all together. Kinda like a VR headset without the headset!😃 I'm you've all seen the scifi movies and animes with what I'm talkin about.

(Ugh! I feel you 🐟 anon. I was lucky enough to be able to figure out the education system super early on but I had a mental break down about it in high school and suffered severe autistic burn out bc of it and all the pressure I was under. I learned that education for my generation—gen z— is becoming more required while becoming less accessible. Its gotten to the point where a master's degree can be nothing but a useless piece of paper when 20 years ago that was guaranteed job with a 6 figure salary at the least.)

#🐟 anon #skittle answers #skittle rambles

[krissiefox]

Adventures of Sonic The Hedgehog - Grounder The Genius (Screenshots & Review)

An episode themed around Grounder? Yes, please!

The episode starts with Robotnik yelling at his computer because it is taking a long time to do something (something I'm sure many of us can relate to). He is copying a program into a microchip that he is going to use to boost the power of his own brain. His invention is a success, and with his new brain power he sends Scratch and Grounder out to use a new trap design he cooked up.

Robotnik’s big goofy helmet is a lot of fun.

The design of the trap does prove to be quite clever and almost kill Sonic - it subverts his expectations by looking really crummy on the surface, but then also incorporates fake dummy versions of Scratch and Grounder which are used to distract Sonic while they activate a larger secondary trap. Sonic just barely manages to escape, feeling quite impressed that he almost got taken out this time. Sonic tells about what happened and thinks Robotnik must have a new super computer or something. Tails suggests they go see his friend hacker as he might be able to tell them more about what could be going on.

Scratch and Grounder return to their crappy father and Robotnik threatens to start using Grounder as a paper weight, which makes him cry. :( Poor Grounder....

After bullying his children for a while, he finds out that the update he was working on for his brain booster software was stolen by a hacker whom deleted his own copy of the file after taking it. Robotnik sends his badniks out to find the culprit and get the software copy back.

Sonic and Tails arrive at Hackers place and he tells about the new software he stole from Robotnik...you know, my wife has suggested I make videos of my Sonic reviews, and I hope I never have to do sponsorship ads in my videos. but if I did end up in such a situation....I can see this scene being a good Segway for one of those cheesy nordvpn/expressvpn ads.

Anyway, Scratch and Grounder arrive at Hackers place, detecting that there was a lot of computer activity in the area. They proceed to just blow up Hackers entire home to get to the stolen software!! Sonic beats up Scratch and Grounder, and as Grounder is trying to reassemble the parts that fell out of his head, he accidentally takes the microchip that Hacker was storing the genius program on. This turns him into "Doctor Grounder", the super genius. Sadly, the chip seems to mess with his personality, kinda like The Glasses of Nerdicon did to Finn in Adventure Time. He becomes less of a silly goober and more of a smug douchebag. Before Scratch can figure out whats going on, Robotnik comes to retrieve them both and is impressed by Grounders new intellect. Grounder has a new idea for capturing Sonic and Robotnik agrees to hand Scratch over to him as an assistant before the three of them head home.

When both Grounder and Robotnik get their “big brain time”, it makes a funny fart noise. 😁 Hacker, whom is taking the destruction of his home surprisingly well, is reluctant to help Sonic and Tails go confront Robotnik about the new software he made. Sonic goes ahead to the fortress, but Grounder quickly traps him using something very similar to Robotnik's Stopper Zapper Ray.  Grounder has Sonic thrown in the dungeon, and his smugness eventually pisses off Robotnik enough that he tries to switch him Grounder off, but Grounder has disabled his off switch. He then orders Scratch to beat Robotnik up and throw him in the dungeon as well. Turns out Scratch is actually quite tough, and gives him several sports themed wallopings, which is probably pretty cathartic since Robotnik has abused him his whole life.

Poor Sonic. Not only is this the second time he’s been Stopper-Zapped, but it’s also the second time he got frozen making a stupid face!

Tails has to convince his wimpy friend Hacker to help him rescue Sonic. It takes some doing!

Just Scratch doing normal chicken things....

Eventually Scratch puts Robotnik into the dungeon with Sonic, and after he leaves, Tails and Hacker show up at one of the windows. Hacker is able to use suction cups on the Stopper Zapper pistol Scratch left behind and hack it to reverse Sonic’s immobilized state. Suction cups are the same as USB cables in this world, I guess?

...Wait, did USB cables even exist when this show came out? *checks the internet box* Nope! ...Christ I'm old....

Anyway! With Sonic now freed, our heroes try to find a way of defeating Grounder. It takes some doing, as Grounder is very clever now, but eventually Scratch comes running and falls on top of Grounder, knocking his head lose which Robotnik (who had managed to escape the prison as well) grabs and removes the microchip from. As Robotnik is about to put the chip in, Sonic replaces it with a "stupidity chip" Hacker made, causing him to start babbling like a fool and playing with an explosive that Sonic had brought along.

Eventually a lighting rod weapon that Grounder was using to attack Sonic with hits them instead, causing a large explosion as our heroes leave the area. In the Sonic Says Segment, Sonic talks to the audience about how it's good to study, use your brain, and do lots of reading. Sound advice!

This episode was pretty darn fun. Genius Grounder is a bit of douche, but he still retains some of that charm that makes him so lovable, and it was cool seeing Scratch and Grounder actually rise up against Robotnik after all the abuse he puts them through.

Til next time, stay cool and be good people!

#Adventure time #glasses of nerdicon #finn #Scratch #Aosth Scratch #Grounder #Aosth #Adventures of Sonic the Hedgehog #Sonic #Sonic the hedgehog #grounder the genius #big brain time #markiplier #Tails #Miles prower #hacker #robotnik #dr. robotnik #computers #hacking #usb cables #usb #90s #the horror geek

[studiojeon]

use me | jjk

this is part of my troubled outsiders series. i think you can read this by itself though :)

| summary | -   Jungkook was not someone to establish relationships and bonds out of interest, you knew that. Or maybe not, truth be told, he was an authentic enigma, so open yet so closed and shielded from others to see through, and that didn’t exclude you.

warnings: language (?), mentions of hook ups and situationships. mentions of emotional trauma.

contents: a compilation of moments that contributed to the growth of their relationship, jungkook is hard to read, jungkook is hard to read, jungkook is hard to read and sus. oc is kinda whipped and scared af. chaeryeong knows who you are and where you live. jk and oc are scared to let each other in. friends to lovers, idol!jungkook x student!oc.

author’s note: i hate this, but i have to get it off my chest. (the narration is off af but if i keep it in my drafts for longer this will never see the light of the day). p.s. thank u so much for the support on the last drabble <3

playlist: rain by trey songz (feat. swae lee). 

words: 4.75k

“JK?” as his broad back faces you, you call out his name timidly, not missing the way he swiftly turns around as soon as he hears his name come from your lips. Hair wet and darker than usual, a very big sweat stain at the center of his hoodie. He had just gotten out of practice, you assumed. 

“___?” he replied with the initials of your name as well, one of his tired grins plastered on his face, he must have been exhausted. You had caught on to him just as he walked out of the practice room in front of the elevator on your way to your office, right when you needed him, but now you weren’t so sure if it was a good idea to pester him. Even so, you didn’t know anyone else you could ask for help, aside from Linh who was currently in her own office doing other tasks you had assigned to her.

“Are you busy right now?” your eyes stare at him shyly, in hopes that he was willing to help you out, because you wanted to be around him, so maybe he could share a bit of his positive energy with you, the past week had been hellish.  “Could use some help returning all those heavy stacks of paper in my office”.

“Of course! Why didn’t you give me a call earlier though? It’s pretty late” he walked by your side and you enter the elevator, beginning your adventure around the company.

Jungkook was fun. Always bubbly and reciprocative, constantly trying his best to make you laugh and make the absolute best of your situation, even if he could be a bit stubborn at times. You liked the spontaneity he provided though, the way he would switch from one topic to another and how he would make silly faces at you whenever you locked eyes. 

He didn’t know, but in pure ignorance, he had just made your day ten times better. 

In the past week, you had received a lot of counterarguments, one by one, on how useless your management tactics were. Granted, you hadn’t expected for your ideas to be welcomed with open arms, but at least you had hoped they would take them into consideration. You had also been assigned a team, in charge of social media management, who worked monotonously and with little to no insertion in the actual target audience… your logic was: how can you advertise products to an audience you don’t even have the mere interest to know? You had designed a strategy, presented it, and no one paid any mind to you. 

But for the most part, you felt lonely. Had no one to talk to, nor go to whenever you needed your spirits to be lifted up.

Chaeryeong was busy busy with group projects and work. To the extent where she would get up at seven in the morning and come back at 12 pm. It wasn’t always like that, so you didn’t worry too much, but the fear she would wear herself off like usual still crowded your mind.

You close your office door with a sigh. Tired from everything, but somehow, your heart a little fuller, knowing that maybe you could use Jungkook in the future to give you a lift. Both figuratively and literally because he had offered to drive you home, being the gentleman he was.

“Why do you look like a sad puppy?” he asked you once you were sitting by his side in his very expensive and luxurious mercedes. Tinted windows and jet black shiny paint covered the outside of his car, the smell of air refresher and pinecone filling the inside. Mans was getting hotter by the minute.

“It’s friday night after the longest week of work. How can I not?” you put on your seat belt and lean back against the leather cushions. He pouts in response to you, with a concerned look on his face. 

For a second you wonder if he did this with most coworkers… being nice to them and offering them drives after having met them just a few times before. Kinda risky behviour, considering his position and squeaky clean reputation. You figure this would only last a bit before he realized he had more important things to be focusing on.

“Do you ever get chased home?” you ask randomly. 

With one hand on the wheel and the other leaned against his door he meditated on his response. “It happened once… And then I moved out, got a new car and everything. Shit was wild” he chuckles and you think that was the first time you had heard him curse, like ever. Jungkook, friendly and everything, wasn’t too big of a talker, but with you he found himself spilling, without giving it much thought. It felt refreshing to hear his voice and listen to his stories and the way he expressed himself. He was more interesting than he seemed, apparently. “Aren’t you hungry, by the way? We can have something to eat before i drop you off”

Traffic was hellish in Seoul everyday at every hour, and choosing to drive through Itaewon on a friday night wasn’t the smartest decision on Jungkook’s behalf, but you didn’t have the heart to tell him that. Considering the demands of his job, he probably didn’t know his way around the city that well. You conclude taking a detour wouldn’t hurt. “I’m starving actually.”

He ends up taking you to a restaurant near your neighborhood you had mentioned being good and not crowded at all, the latter catching his attention immediately. It was a modest but nice place owned by a very funny and loud ahjussi. The man had lost count of how many times you had come down from your apartment at 11 pm and asked him to make you vegetarian tteokguk, but they were enough so that he could memorize your five orders by heart and the amount of saewoo mandu you could down by yourself in five minutes. You were making him rich at that point so the least he could do was comply when you gently asked him to shut the place down for you. Jungkook hadn’t asked you, but you knew how things could get awkward and dangerous quickly if too many people found out about him being there. “Ahjussi, you don’t have to” the boy protested as he noticed that the man had shut the blinds for him.

“It’s okay, boy. _____ has been single handedly paying the remnants of my mortgage for over a year now, I don't mind doing this for her.” he joked in his usual nature. already writing down your order and patiently waiting for Jungkook in front of you to voice out what he wanted for a meal. “And well, you and your friends are making our country proud, it’s the least i can do to thank you”

“Ah, thank you.” Jungkook bows to the older man. Your heart softened in your chest, seeing how considerate he was towards other people. He must be great with parents, you think. “Do you really not get that many people around here?” he asked worriedly once he sat back down on the wooden chair.

“We do! But she’s the one who comes the most often” he nods toward you and Jungkook smiles once he found your gaze, a glint of playfulness in his eyes. 

“Can you recommend me anything, miss?”

“Of course, sir. Yeol-ah, double up my order. Drinks are on me today.” You yell at the man’s son in the kitchen, who was still a bit older than you, but also close to enough to let you order him around shamelessly. You knew him quite well, actually. He was Chaeryeong’s boyfriend after all.

The tall boy pokes his head out of the kitchen door with a very confused expression plastered on his face. “Aren’t we supposed to close in like, an hour?” Chanyeol asks his dad in front of you.

“Just go cook, I'll explain later”.

The two men go back into the kitchen and Jungkook looks at you with an amused expression on his face. “What was that?” he laughs.

“I’m very popular, you know?” it probably wasn’t a good idea to go there, but you felt a little drunk on his voice that night, and you also knew your friend didn’t mind. “In fact, Chaereyong from ITZY is my best friend, who would have guessed?”

“Yeah and my son is her boyfriend, who cares?” Byung-ho yells back at you from the cashier, pulling a hiss from your lips. 

Jungkook still continued to stare at the both of you with confusion and intrigue, you guess he thought you were both joking.

“Wait, really?” he utters after a few seconds with big doe eyes and a pout on his lips, a combination that appeared when he was either confused or lying, which wasn’t the case then.

“Yes, my guy.” you laugh. “That juicy legged shortie is indeed my wife”

Jungkook loved the food, to say the least. It was all vegetarian and korean as fuck, a combination he never throught was possible, but downed like thristy camel. He was a loud eater, which was fitting of him and his politeness, something else you had noticed that night. You were the opposite, and actually despised the sounds of other people eating, yet, looking at him enjoying his meal so much made you feel full yourself. He made you feel like a kid in some ways too, brought back the times when being around others wasn’t so hard, and you still could have a sense of security around you. Talking to him was rather easy, maybe because of his welcoming nature, or because in fact he actually was interested in whatever stupid shit you were saying, something most people around you didn’t do. He also, amongst other things, seemed very interested in your job and the likes, always asking questions and absorbing information like a five year old. You had explained to him the five key steps of process design and the psychological effects on marketing in society to which he always responded with wide gentle eyes and attentive nods, not once looking bored or… annoyed in any way. 

Was he like that, with every girl? Because you weren’t anything special, there were many other girls who worked with him everyday and even if you hadn’t seen him in his work space, you could guess by the way most women in your company look at him whenever he passes by that either they were just as captivated as you by his beauty or that he had fucked them. You wouldn’t be surprised if he was just trying to get into your pants either, it wouldn’t be the first time it happened to you nonetheless.

“I can walk from here, JK” you mention once you found yourselves walking towards the parking lot. A bit sad about the expense you had just made on food, it was your fault for trying to seem cool and rich, neither of which you were. 

“Oh no, I’m not letting you do that, girlie” he unlocks the door and gets in, not even letting you finish or allowing you to fight back.

“My apartment is literally a block away” you protest in the car anyways. You fear you had been too much of a bother, and deep down, didn’t want him to feel like you were seeking his presence unnecessarily.

“Well, good for you. But, you paid for the food, which was a lot, and i don’t want my sugar mommy walking by herself at 12 pm on a friday night” you first freeze, and then burst a very loud giggle.

“Whatever” you slap his bicep and roll your eyes. “ Next time you can pay if it bothers you so much.”

“So there will be a next time?” wide eyes stare back at you. “Count me in. I´ll pick where we will be going, just lemme know when so i can plan ahead” he rambles, a little too excited about your suggestion. 

He drops you off with a smile on his face and hopefulness in his eyes, promising to see you around the company. You, on the other hand, feel a tad confused as you enter your apartment building. What was going on? 

You had overthought things so much your entire life that it suddenly became too tiring to do. During the past few years you had to learn how to detach yourself and just ride the wave sometimes. Once you had turned eighteen, everything started moving at a very fast pace, the pressure of adulthood fell upon you like a brick and everything was so overwhelming that you started to simply let the course of your existence take you wherever it needed to.

That’s how you ended up going out with Jungkook at least once a week for dinner or a drive around the city for more than two months. Without even noticing, he became so engraved in your everyday life that whenever he’d cancel plans because of work, you’d find yourself with a void in your heart and a rush of boredom filling your senses. Even if you found yourself in your living room with the company of your best friend whom you had seen at most four times in the past two months, you were still wishing you could share that intimate space with him instead, willing to let him a bit more into your life, in hopes that maybe he would do the same. Sue you, you were curious over the most intricate details about his personality, how his personal sanctuary looked and if the smell of his room is just as good as his car’s. You could bet a thousand dollars (maybe a little less, considering the unconventionalism that characterizes him) that he also had a few plants that only remembered to water three out of seven days of the week. 

Hopefully life would draw you closer to more people like him.

"How's your boyfriend doing?" Chaeryeong asks you from the kitchen counter, sweet popcorn cooking in you popcorn-maker. 

You sigh. "What boyfriend?"

She was a lot of things but oblivious, and you weren't either, just when you chose to be. "Cut the bullshit, you know who i'm talking about". The fake red head waits for your response as she pours the snack into a big bowl, and you on the other hand take this as an advange to search around the room for answers.

"He's just a friend" you say. "And he's fine, i guess… He doesn't really talk much about himself" you mention, matter of factly.

Chaeryeong nods beside you, understanding what you meant. Then, proceeds to tell a tale about her experience meeting the dark haired boy. "He's literally so quiet, but like, so incredibly kind. Once he tripped over and fucked up some of the decoration at an award show" she grabs a popcorn and continues her story. "He looked so panicked I thought his eyes were about to jump out their sockets — His eyes are huge, by the way." 

"I know" you smile.

"My point is, he started to help the staff put everything back in order again. I think he's the only idol I've ever seen do something like that… i decided i liked him then" her beautiful features light up with mischief. "I bet he fucks great too."

You slap her leg. Hard.

"I'm only telling you this now so you don't get caught of guard when he actually manages to fuck you," her soft hands run through your messy hair, motherly touches easing the fluster in your body. "You know he's a big whore, right?" She adds after a while. 

You didn't. According to Chaeryeong, who seemed to keep tabs on every single colleague of hers, Jungkook had quite the body count, not that you didn't have your suspicions before. Frankly, she only knew of two girls inside her company who had had some sort of situationship with him, but for the same reason, she also knew he had some history with other girls from different groups. "Yikes" you laugh nervously, in admiration of their ability to remain calm and collected without giving anything away to the public.

Thanks to your friend, you had heard lots of tea about other singers in the korean industry before, most of which were not as sweet or kind as they portrayed themselves to be, some even using their social status to get their way with girls. But for some reason, Jungkook had never made his way to your gossipping sessions, nor any other of his band mates (except for Jimin, who, if you remember correctly, used to have some sort of beef with one of Chaeryeong's company members). You guess it was because of his unproblematic nature that people chose to give him a pass for his sexual endeavors, not that they were of anyone's concern either. 

A knock is heard against your office door. "Miss _____?" A girl with a brown bob cut pokes her head through it, the dim lights of your office shining upon her incredibly healthy locks. "Jungkook asked me to deliver this to you" sliding completely into the room, she places a box with a note on it on your desk.

"Thank you so much" you wave her off as she walks right out. 

The package had a strawberry flavored canned tea and a bento box inside. 

"I remember you telling me you'd never tried tofu pancakes before, so I made some for you last night. Hope you enjoy! - JK

P.S. Text me when you're done, maybe we can hang out tonight."

You felt like crying, in all honesty. The pancakes were heavenly, and he even added some slices of avocado and a few scoops of rice for you, despite not being the biggest fan of the fruit himself. With a warm heart and relief washing over your body because you wouldn't have to waste money on lunch that day, you had had half of your meal before said boy gave you a call.

"Did you like them?" He said almost immediately. "My assistant told me she already delivered them to you" he adds in a rush.

"Jesus boy, calm down." You giggle at his excitement. "Let me eat in peace".

"No, tell me right now." he demands with a fake angry voice. Cutie.

"They're alright".

"Figured… you have no sense of taste anyways" the hangs up. A giggle escapes your lips. Boy was something else.

Later that day, the weekend started it's course. Jungkook had offered to drive you to the Han River, careful to mention the fact he prepared a bunch of snacks for you two just about five times during your call. The place was almost empty, given that the rest of the city was doing something else more fun than staring at the night sky while sitting on itchy grass. Yet, you wouldn't change the setting for anything else. Usually, when you and Jungkook were out, he'd be in silent wary of your surroundings and the people who could be watching you. It broke your heart, knowing that most of the time he couldn't frequent places most regular people had the pleasure of enjoying, like the movies, for example, or a food stand in the middle of the street. Still, in that moment, the handsome man in front of you seemed as relaxed as ever, munching on grapes and strawberries as he sat in silence beside you. 

"This blanket is so soft, isn't it?" he commented all of a sudden, caressing the fabric with his hand. The thing was made out of polar fleece, no shit. You just nodded and grabbed a piece of fruit from his container. "One of my friends gifted it to me on my birthday" he adds.

"I know. It was me".

"Well, maybe you do have a sense of taste after all" he complies as he lays down on the surface, eyes facing the night sky above you.

"Says the one who uses toe socks" you say back, poking his weak spot.

Instead of going back and forth with you as he usually would, he just winks and closes his eyes. He looked so peaceful and serene beneath you, features carefully carved on his face and slightly blushed cheeks from the cold wind. Jungkook was like that, randomly over confident and flirty with you, but just as quickly would refrain from even disagreeing with you in the first place, scared that you would snap at him. He hadn't told you this, but the way you saw thoughts hidden in his eyes whenever you made a statement let you know his true intentions, leaving you to wonder where that came from.

"Are you tired?" You ask after a few minutes. Still with his eyes closed, Jungkook denies.

"I just don't want to look at you right now," he turns to the side, back facing you as an offended expression finds its way to your face.

"Yah" you slap his back playfully, not letting him finish.

"Because you look too pretty." he mumbles the remnants of  his statement.

Your breath catches in your throat as a shiver climbs its way down your spine. Why was he like that? He had no right tugging on your heart strings like that (if he was being serious in the first place because you never knew with him). You sigh, the blush his words provoked stinging your cheeks.

"You're supposed to say I'm pretty too" he turns around with a playful smile, expectant.

"You just go around giving compliments so you can get them back?" you hiss. "Why so insecure?"

"I'm not insecure, at all." He sits up again, ready to fight you and anyone who dares question the grandiosity of the confidence he had worked so hard for. "You can ask Linh about that".

To say you looked horrified was an understatement, hopeful that what you thought he meant was not it. "You fucked Linh?"

"Well, that's not for you to know". 

What a gentleman, you think. And at the same time, ouch. He had just slammed a door on your face.

"That would explain the way she looks at you whenever you come by the office" you realize. Frankly, the girl looked a bit too panicked whenever Jungkook decided to barge into your space, usually bored out of his mind during his english lessons, laptop and notebook in hand, or struggling to get the questions right. 

"Well good afternoon to you too" you ironically greeted once he sat in front of you, frustration written on his face. Linh, who stood by your side, suddenly fidgeting with the papers in her hand.

"Not the time, _____" he slammed both hands on your desk, startling you and your friend beside you. "Why the fuck did you make me enroll into this in the first place?" 

"I did not make you do anything, dude. I just gave you an idea" you excused yourself, eyes back on your computer. You didn't miss the way Jungkook's eyes briefly followed Linh out the room, though. 

His eyes looked back at you, leg bouncing impatiently on the floor as he leaned back with a pissed off expression on his face. You'd never seen him this way, so you took that as a cue to enter under paid therapist mode. "What's wrong?" You questioned gently.

"I feel incredibly incompetent right now." His hands roamed across his face with frustration. A sigh escaped his lips as he held tears back. "School's always been this way for me, always trying my best and constantly underachieving" he explained.

He was obsessed with winning, you’d even go as far to say more than he was with his job (which was a lot). It didn’t root from narcissistic behaviour though, but rather out of external pressure to constantly overachieve and exceed expectations. He was mostly good at doing that, but everyone had an achilles heel, yours was reading for example, his was studying and school.

"Jungkook, you passed most of your classes with more than 90%, what are you talking about?" a fact he had brought up to you randomly when you mentioned absolutely nearly failing most of your literature classes.

"Yeah, except for English." he shook his head in the way he would when he'd feel conflicted or insecure. "I don't know what i'm doing wrong".

"Did you fail something?" you tried to get some more insight into the situation, still unsure of where all his worries came from.

"No, there's just this sentence I can't properly put together" he turned his notebook towards you. "Ah, just look"

There were some words he had to conjugate and properly place in order to form a grammatically correct sentence, more than five attempts written in neat penmanship on the page evidenced the boy's battle with the assignment. He missed one very important aspect of it, though. "There's a fucking word that's missing, dude" you explain, grabbing the pen from his hand and showing him where the mistake was. "It's not your fault, it's the teacher's".

Jungkook's serious expression didn't go away though. "Well, damn".

You had some sort of emotional trauma with having people ask you for help, it made you think that they didn’t actually care for you as a person but rather just your skills. That was the way you’d grown up and what your position in society seemed to be as well, the one you could butter up and taste when you got bored. Heart had been broken many times too, whenever you’d realize what you thought to be a genuine connection was merely pure interest. Those thoughts clouded your head when Jungkook would randomly enter your office with a frustrated expression on his face, yet, that occurred less often than it didn’t. 

Jungkook was not someone to establish relationships and bonds out of interest, you knew that. Or maybe not, truth be told, he was an authentic enigma, so open yet so closed and shielded from others to see through, and that didn’t exclude you most of the time, hence your wish for him to let you in a bit more before you could allow yourself to free fall into whatever was going on between you both.

You reach for the fabric of his hoodie, tugging his sleeve with your fingers just because you really liked the color of it, and maybe because you wanted to feel closer to him. He doesn’t react to your touch, just looks at your hands briefly as they play with the edges of his clothing. “Where did you get this from?”

“An online store, I think.” he replies softly, reaching for your hand on his arm, caressing the surface of your nails. “It’s a unisex brand, i can send you their link afterwards.”

“Is it too expensive?” you inquire, not only to keep the moment afloat, but because you genuinely liked most of his pieces of clothing, especially his hoodies and shoes. Jungkook laughs at your question and looks at you with a smile.

“I don’t think i would know, ____. I’m rich.” he says, playfully. And he was right, what was expensive for you might just be cheap as fuck for him, you wonder if when a lot of money is in your hands you start to become very tuned out from what’s affordable or not anymore.

“True.”

“I can buy you one, though. I don’t mind.” he adds. Soft look in his eyes, a pure and genuine offer that you had to deny.

“I didn’t say i wanted one” you lie, only partially, because although you’d not mentioned it, you did actually want it. “I just think it’s pretty” you finally let go of him.

“Or do you think I look pretty in it?” he pushes, a sucker for compliments.

“Yeah, that might be it.” you admit, because there was no point in denying your irrefutable attraction to the man, as much as you hated to be vulnerable, especially in front of him.

“I think it would look prettier on you”.

Don´t copy or repost please. by studiojeon on tumblr.

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