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hoshifighting · 9 months ago

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Lingerie

— Synopsis: Where, while you show off your new lingerie sets that you bought, Jun is enchanted by the lingerie with embroidered flowers, something different, that enchanted his eyes. — WC: 2k — WARNINGS: Smut, penetrative sex, oral (f. receiving), fingering (f. receiving), praising, squirt & etc.

Jun had always been the epitome of a supportive boyfriend. Whether it was your college work, cooking a new dish, or even finding the perfect dress for a wedding, Jun was there, ready to assist. He made everything feel effortless, always taking care of the details so you didn’t have to worry.

“Jun, I really don’t know how to tackle this assignment,” you’d sigh, frustration evident in your voice.

He would slide over, peering at your laptop screen. “Let me take a look. Maybe we can brainstorm some ideas together,” he’d suggest with a gentle smile, and before you knew it, the daunting task felt manageable.

In the kitchen, you once struggled with a recipe you’d never tried before. Jun found the perfect tutorial online and stood by your side, guiding you step by step until the dish was ready, his patience never wavering.

And when it came to shopping for that perfect dress for a friend’s wedding, Jun’s patience shone through. You spent hours in the mall, trying on what felt like a hundred different outfits. Yet, Jun never complained. He sat outside the dressing rooms, offering genuine opinions.

“That one’s nice, but I think the blue dress brings out your eyes more,” he’d say, making the decision-making process so much easier.

His opinions always seemed spot-on, which is why you’d come to trust his judgment on many things, especially when it came to your wardrobe. Shopping with him became an enjoyable experience rather than a chore.

Today was another shopping day, and you were on the hunt for a new outfit for an upcoming event. As usual, Jun was by your side, carrying your bags and offering his thoughts on the clothes you tried on.

“What do you think of this one?” you asked, stepping out of the fitting room in a sleek, black dress.

Jun looked up from his phone, his eyes lighting up. “You look amazing. But maybe try it with those heels we saw earlier?”

You nodded, smiling. “You always know what looks best.”

After a few more outfits and Jun’s invaluable input, you finally settled on a dress. As you walked out of the store, you linked your arm with his, feeling grateful for his constant support.

“Thank you for always being so patient with me,” you said, leaning your head on his shoulder.

Jun chuckled, giving your hand a squeeze. “It’s easy when I’m with you. I just want to make sure you’re happy.”

He says that with the greatest naturalness. – While you were freaking out inside.

As you arrived home, Jun noticed you were carrying a few extra bags, including some from a lingerie store he knew well. He had bought you gifts from that store before, particularly on Valentine's Day.

“When did you buy these?” Jun asked, curiosity and a hint of excitement in his voice.

You smiled, placing the bags on the table. “When you went to get ice cream,” you replied nonchalantly.

Jun's eyes lit up, a playful smirk spreading across his face. The thought of you picking out something special while he was away added a spark of anticipation.

Later that evening, after dinner and a cozy time together, you both retreated to the bedroom. Jun sat comfortably in the poltrone, eagerly waiting as you prepared to show him the new lingerie. He could hardly contain his excitement, his eyes following your every movement.

First, you stepped out in a stunning red set, the vibrant color highlighting your curves beautifully. Jun's jaw dropped, and he couldn't help but cover his face, cheeks flushed red. “Wow, you look incredible,” he mumbled from behind his hands.

You giggled, twirling around to give him a full view. “You really think so?”

“Absolutely,” Jun nodded, peeking through his fingers, his eyes filled with admiration.

Next, you slipped into a sleek black set, the lace and satin combination making you feel both elegant and seductive. You strutted around the room, feeling confident under Jun's appreciative gaze. “This one is my favorite so far,” he confessed, his voice slightly hoarse with desire.

“You're too sweet,” you replied, feeling a rush of warmth at his words.

Finally, you emerged in a delicate white set, the purity of the color contrasting beautifully with the sultry design. Jun couldn't take his eyes off you, his face still a deep shade of red. “You look like an angel,” he whispered, his praise as genuine as ever.

You walked over to him, leaning down to place a soft kiss on his lips. “I’m glad you like them. You always make me feel so beautiful.”

Jun smiled, his hands gently holding your waist. “That’s because you are. And I’m the luckiest guy in the world.”

You stepped into the room, adorned in a pastel floral lingerie, a departure from your usual style. You knew it, and Jun knew it too. But this time, instead of his usual enthusiastic response, Jun remained silent. He simply stared at you, his gaze sweeping over your figure from head to toe. His mouth hung slightly open, his chest rising and falling deeply with each breath.

Concerned by his lack of reaction, you couldn't help but ask, “Don't you like it?”

Jun didn't respond with words. Instead, he closed the distance between you in a few swift strides, his movements purposeful and determined. Before you could even react, he pressed his lips to yours, his hand firmly holding the nape of your neck while the other encircled your waist.

Your eyes widened in surprise at his sudden action, but you quickly melted into the kiss, allowing yourself to be consumed by the warmth of his embrace. His lips moved with a fervent passion, igniting a fire within you that quickly spread throughout your entire being.

As he gently laid you down on the bed, Jun's eyes remained fixed on you, his gaze intense and unwavering. His hands began to explore your body with a tenderness that sent shivers down your spine. Fingers traced delicate patterns across your breasts, down your belly, until they reached the band of your panties.

You held your breath in anticipation, your heart racing with excitement. But instead of removing your panties entirely, Jun surprised you by simply pushing them to the side. A soft gasp escaped your lips as his fingers found their target, circling your clit with a feather-light touch.

The sensation was electrifying, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. You arched your back instinctively, pressing yourself against his hand as he continued to tease and tantalize you.

As Jun's fingers slid inside your wet pussy, you couldn't help but arch your back in response to the delightful sensation. A low moan escaped your lips, your body instinctively pressing against his hand as he began to explore your gummy walls.

"You're so beautiful like this," he murmured, his voice filled with reverence as he gazed upon you. "Every curve, every sigh, it's all so perfect."

Your cheeks flushed crimson at his words, and you couldn't help but cover your face in embarrassment. "Stop it, Jun," you protested weakly, though the desire that burned within you betrayed your words.

But Jun was undeterred, his fingers never faltering in their ministrations as he continued to lavish you with praise. "I can't help it," he confessed, his voice low and husky with desire. "You drive me wild, you know that? Just seeing you like this, so hot, so pretty..."

His words sent shivers down your spine, and you found yourself squirming beneath him, unable to contain the desire that coursed through your veins. With a gentle touch, Jun reached out, his fingers brushing against your cheeks as he gently pulled your hands away from your face.

"You don't need to hide from me," he whispered, his eyes burning with a fierce intensity. "I want to see all of you, every part of you."

Jun's response was immediate and decisive, his actions speaking louder than words as he lowered himself between your thighs without hesitation. As his warm breath ghosted over your sensitive flesh, anticipation coursed through your veins.

Without a word, Jun buried his face in your heat, his tongue flicking out to taste your arousal. A moan escaped your lips at the touch of his tongue on your clit, pleasure radiating out from where his lips and tongue touched you.

"Please," you whimpered, your voice thick with need as you pressed against him, urging him to go deeper. "I need you, Jun. I need you to fuck me."

But Jun simply chuckled against your skin, his movements deliberate and unhurried as he teased you with languid strokes of his tongue.

You writhed beneath him, your fingers tangling in his hair as your body begged for release. But Jun was relentless, his ministrations driving you to the brink of madness as he expertly toyed with your bud.

And then, just as you thought you couldn't take it anymore, Jun's touch changed, becoming more insistent, more demanding. With a low growl, he devoured you, his tongue delving deep inside you as he consumed you like his last meal.

With a final, desperate cry, you reached the peak of ecstasy, your body convulsing with the force of your release. Jun drank in your essence greedily, his tongue working tirelessly to draw out every last drop of your pleasure.

As you eagerly anticipated his next move, Jun teased you with his cock, allowing you only the briefest of touches before pulling away again. Your frustration mounted with each fleeting contact, but Jun seemed to relish in your desperation, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he toyed with you.

"Patience, my love," he whispered, his voice dripping with desire. "Good things come to those who wait."

With a wicked grin, he finally positioned himself at your entrance, his cock throbbing with anticipation. You could feel the heat of his arousal against your skin, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through your body.

And then, with a single, smooth motion, he plunged deep inside you, filling you completely. You gasped at the suddenness of his entry, your body clenching around him in ecstasy.

"God, Jun," you gasped, your voice strained with pleasure. "I think I could cum just from the feeling of you sliding inside me."

Jun's chuckle sent shivers down your spine as he teased you, adjusting your legs to rest on his shoulders. The new angle made you feel him even deeper, and you couldn't help but moan in pleasure.

"Feels good, doesn't it?" Jun murmured, his voice husky with desire. "I love seeing you like this…"

You could only nod in response, your breath hitching as he continued to thrust into you relentlessly.

"You're so beautiful like this, taking me so well," he murmured, his voice filled with admiration. "I can feel how much you want me, how much you need me to fill you up."

"You're mine, all mine," he growled, his thrusts becoming more urgent. "No one else can make you feel like this, can they? Only me."

You whimpered in response, unable to form coherent words as pleasure washed over you. Jun's words fueled your desire, pushing you closer to the brink of orgasm with each passing moment.

Your words tumbled out in a desperate gasp as pleasure consumed you. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, I'm gonna cum, Jun!" you cried out, feeling his cock driving you to the edge. The sensation of him sliding in, wet and sharp, only intensified the pleasure coursing through you.

As you felt the knot unraveling in your belly, you came around him, your body pulsating with ecstasy. But Jun didn't stop there; he continued, spreading your legs wide as he gazed into your eyes with unwavering intensity. He captured every expression on your face, savoring the way you looked as you cummed.

pleasure crash over you. When Jun let out a choked moan, his face contorted in bliss, you felt a gulp of anticipation. His hot cum filled you, triggering another orgasm that ripped through you, causing you to squirt around him.

As his cock slipped out of you, you felt his cum mixing with yours, spilling out from within you. Jun watched you with awe, his eyes wide with amazement at the sight before him.

Jun leaned in close, his hands gently caressing your trembling body as he whispered soothing words to coax you from your orgasmic haze. He pressed soft kisses to your forehead, cheeks, and lips, his touch gentle and reassuring as he helped you come down from the intense high. You melted into his embrace.

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lia-linny · 5 months ago

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summary: On a cozy evening, your boyfriend chan asks you if he can do your nail design.

words: 0,9k

genre: fluff

Everything was quiet. The gentle smell of autumn rain drifted in through the window and created a pleasant atmosphere. Several candles burned on the shelves and tables, adding to the relaxed ambience with the faint light they cast on the living room. Yn sat on the large couch, snuggled up in the huge blanket embroidered with little wolves. Two years ago, Yn had embroidered this blanket herself as a birthday present for her boyfriend Chan. Since then, it has been an integral part of his luggage. Whether he was going on a world tour or just a short trip to japan, the blanket would always be with him.

Yn snuggled tighter into the blanket and took a sip of her tea. The constant use from chris made the blanket smell of his perfume and gave yn a pleasantly warm feeling in her stomach.

She carefully placed her hot tea on the living room table and grabbed her little nail polish bag, ready to do her manicure. But she was interrupted by the dusted sound of the front door opening. Confused, she looked up to directly see into the face of her smiling boyfriend.

"Wow, you're early today. No night shift in the studio with Ji and bin?" He just giggled.

"No, tonight I belong to my wonderful girlfriend." She had to smile, while her boyfriend stowed away his backpack and laptop, she carefully trimmed her nail hat. Shortly afterwards, Chan dropped onto the sofa next to her and crawled under the covers with her. He gently put his arm around yn's shoulders. The natural warmth that her boyfriend radiated made her even warmer and she let herself be pulled further into Chan's embrace.

"is my pretty girl doing her nails?" Yn giggled as she fiddled with the nail file and replied with a small nod. While she carefully filed her nails, Yn intertwined her legs with Chan's.

"Do you already know what kind of nail design you want?" Chris asked with interest as he followed her every move closely.

"No idea yet... I'm kind of lacking creativity today. Any suggestions?" Chan nipped at his lower lip while he seemed to be thinking.

"Would you let me try to do your nails?" he asked cautiously and yn nodded at him, grinning broadly.

"Wow, I think I'll have to rip off my nails and sell them. I'm sure stays would pay me a few hundred thousand." She laughed while he just shook his head with a grin.

"I'd be happy if you did my nails. Just let me apply the base coat." Chan watched his girlfriend patiently as she carefully painted her nails with the clear nail polish and then slowly let them dry.

"Here, my nails are all yours! Let off steam." She held out her hands to him expectantly and wiggled her fingers impatiently to symbolize that she was finally getting started. Slowly, Chan pulled the small box with the various bottles of nail polish and nail design pens closer to him. He rummaged around in it and pulled out a bottle of black paint and a white pen. Yn let her attention wander back to the movie playing on the TV.

Chan carefully and neatly painted all her fingers an even shade of black. When he had finished and it was time for the nails to dry, he snuggled up to his princess again. He carefully buried his face in the crook of her neck, which made her giggle. He briefly inhaled her scent and then began to spread small kisses over her neck and cheek until he finally placed a long and loving kiss on her lips with a grin. When he broke away, yn looked at him in love. A wide, happy smile had spread across both their faces. There was nothing yn liked better than such quiet and relaxed evenings with her boyfriend, when they knew how the other was feeling even without many words.

"I think my nails are dry, chanie!" She wiggled her fingers expectantly again. Chan laughed and grabbed the white nail art pen, with which he hesitantly drew curved flames and a small moon on her ring finger. He was so focused on his work that he didn't notice his girlfriend staring lovingly at him. Chan's face was wrinkled with concentrated tension and his tongue protruded from between his lips, so determined was he not to ruin the design with a wrong line.

When Chan was finished, both lovers looked closely at the finished work. Grinning, she gave Chan a kiss on the cheek.

"Thank you. I love the design, it looks cool. Gives real rockstar vibes, doesn't it. Just make sure I don't steal your role as a world star. with stylish nails like these, everyone will love me and then stry kids will be out of a job in no time." She laughed, earning a chuckle and a teasing poke in the side from Chan. Slowly she crawled onto his lap, always careful not to ruin her fresh nail design. She tenderly caressed Chan's face with her hands, which she had placed on his cheeks, and closed the distance between their lips. Just before they touched, she whispered:

"seriously, thank you so much chanie. I really like the design." The kiss was brief but full of love, and Chan figured he wouldn't mind doing her nails more if that was the reward.

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anbaisai · 4 months ago

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On the morning after Lydia's birthday, Mayu opens the door of Ramshackle to find a bag sitting on her doorstep. Wrapped neatly and with care, she opens it to find a card, along with something hidden by tissue paper.

Dear Mayu,

Thank you so much for the birthday gift! I couldn't believe you guys planned me a surprise party, it was so much fun ♡ (Though I feel sorry for whoever has to clean the Lounge after the "cake fight" started...)

While it's not much, I hope you enjoy this gift. Consider it a party favor lol ♡

Your friend,

Lydia ૮꒰˵• ﻌ •˵꒱ა

P.S - I may have... gotten some help...

After reading the card, she unwraps the tissue paper to find a handmade plushie, resembling a certain snake man from Scarabia. The plush was small, holding it in one hand easily. It was well-made, so many little detailed stitched on. His uniform, his hair, even his face, all embroidered with care.

As she was examining the plush, she was surprised to find a small magnet in his hand, silently wondering what it was for.

Little did she know, Jamil had gotten a similar plush, created to resemble Mayu. There was a magnet in the hand of her plush as well, allowing their two plushes to hold hands when together. There was even a plush of Grim, though it wasn't as well-made as the others, resembling more of a puffball than the tuna loving beast.

Meanwhile, at the abandoned dorm known as Ramshackle in Lydia's world...

Lydia sits on the dirty floor next to Ryuumi, doing her best with the needle in her hand. A laptop sits between them, with a video paused on the screen. The delinquent watches her in a mix of amusement and frustration, doing his best to make sure she doesn't hurt herself.

"Lyds, your hand is shaking. Give me the needle an' I'll finish it up." He says, leaning over and taking it from her hand before she could answer. He starts the video over, holding the fabric close as he squints his eyes.

"At least wear your glasses..." Lydia asks, moving to hand them to him. He immediately shakes his head, pushing her hand away.

"I got this, don't worry! I can see!" He reassures her, his eyes still squinted as he moves the fabric even closer.

He stays this way for a moment, unmoving, before reluctantly mumbling out, "... Give me the glasses." Pouting as his cheeks dusted in pink.

AWWHHHHH IT'S JAMIMAYU AS PLUSHIEESSS ❤❤❤❤ this is an excellent continuation of their plushie kingdom after mayugiri and jamicurry

You can guess that I couldn't help but draw them, look at them your honour they're so cute as nuis 💥

Lydia didn't have to gift anything back for her own birthday and yet she did, she's so sweet (just like her name!)... also I am very intrigued by this Ryuumi character 👀 I read your post on him and his addition is making things very interesting with Lydia...

And of course, the plushies can hold hands by popular demand

#asks #gifts from others #my art #oc #twst oc #shiokawa mayu #twisted wonderland #twst #jamil viper #jamimayu #jamil viper x yuu #its dangerous to go alone take this (holds out mayu nui)#jamil you better take good care of that plush #though knowing him he probably hides it somewhere in his room #mayu'd keep hers on her desk #a cute lil decoration to gaze at

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cryptixani · 1 year ago

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jjk men cat cafe! au...

𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒑𝒖𝒄𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒐 𝒄𝒂𝒇𝒆! 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒖𝒕𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒔, 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒚 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒕 𝒎𝒆𝒏. 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒇𝒖𝒍, 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒎𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒃𝒊𝒕𝒆...

a/n: hii, this is the beginning to a oneshot series i've decided to do for a couple of the jujutsu kaisen men, set in an au where there's no curses or sorcerers or any tragic horrible deaths and they all work at the same cat cafe! this is sort of an intro chapter to set the scene and introduce them, then i'm going to write a continued installment for each specific man. i've also opened requests for this au, so feel free to ask for further drabbles of smut or fluff for any of the guys featured if you like. <3

warnings: none. following installments will likely contain smut, and may also feature violence, mentions of violence, and/or distressing themes. absolutely none of it will be cat-related, for those that might be worried.

characters: satoru gojo, suguru geto, choso kamo, kento nanami, sukuna, mahito, toji fushiguro.

there was a new cat cafe that had opened, on the outskirts of the city centre - not far from where you lived. it looked really nice, actually. every time you had peered into it in passing, you had noticed the warm lighting and comfortable seats, how nicely decorated the place was and how much stuff there was for the cats - hidey holes and platforms and bridges and shelves and scratching posts, the list went on. it was clear the place took very good care of their kitties.

you had been meaning to go for a while, it was just a matter of time. your regular local cafe had been getting boring recently, and you were on the hunt for a new place to buy a drink, sit about and do work on your laptop in.

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it was a chilly weekday afternoon when you had randomly decided to give the place a go. you had been out anyway, picking up a few essentials from some other stores - fresh deodrant, some some new socks, boring stuff like that. your laptop was in your bag anyway though, as you had been intending on taking your favourite spot at your regular haunt and spending a few hours finishing up some essay drafts with a nice hot cup beside you. coffee or tea, didn't really matter at this point, as long as it warmed you from this biting wind.

but then you had passed that cat cafe, and it gave you pause. you were overcome by a sudden urge to go inside - why not? your brain reasoned, you'll get to do your work with some cute kitties about.

so your turned on your heel and headed over to the glass doors. they were heavy, though you managed to get them open by yourself. stepping inside, you felt a rush of warm air surround you, which was an absolute delight after walking around in the cold.

another door greeted you, these ones less difficult to open. you figured having two doors was a safety measure, so the cats couldn't escape. smart.

now you were fully in the cafe, and you took a little look around. it felt different on the inside, bigger and cosier. there were plenty of nooks to set up in, and plenty of cats lazing around. the air was warm with a subtle scent of coffee and clean cat - fitting.

you were pulled out of your little daze by the sound of someone clearing their throat beside you. turning your head, you blinked as you realized there was a guy stood by the front desk, smiling at you. he had an undercut, the top of his hair dyed a bold pink that somehow suited him. he wore what you assumed was the cafe uniform - baggy pants and a plain t-shirt, all black, though a small logo of the cafe was embroidered onto the left side of the shirt in white. on the right side of the shirt, a little black badge with the name 'YUJI' printed in bold white lettering was pinned, a little lopsided.

"hii!" the young man greeted you politely, already fiddling around pulling out a small black binder and pen from behind the desk. "welcome to catpuccino cafe, i'm yuji! did you prebook your visit?"

"oh, no." you shook your head with a small smile. "just a walk-in. is that okay?"

"definitely. we're usually super quiet in the middle of the week." yuji replied, flipping through the binder briefly. "if you ever wanna visit on a weekend or during the holidays, though..." he whistled, setting the binder down facing you on a blank page, the pen on top. "...it gets super busy. anyway, just write your name, phone number, and the date and time please! is this your first time visiting our cafe?"

you nod and pick up the pen, quickly noting down the details yuji had asked for. once you were done, he put the binder and pen away.

"yeah, it's my first time visiting any cat cafe." you replied with a little smile.

"aw, that's great! i'm glad you chose ours, you'll love it here!" he grinned, and from the genuine enthusiasm he seemed to radiate, you couldn't help but believe him. he continued. "we have a small hourly fee we charge seperate from any food and drink. it's mostly to cover the kitties needs, stuff like their food and litter. most people pay for one hour, but since we're currently so quiet, you can do more if you like?"

you thought over his offer for a moment, before nodding.

"i think i'll do two hours, if that's okay? i have my laptop with me, so i wanna do some quiet work here too." you replied. yuji's grin widened, if that was even possible.

"sure!!" he nodded, rattling off the total whilst getting the card machine ready for you. you tapped your card and he checked that it went through before stepping out from behind the desk. he was definitely a bit younger than you, though he seemed well-exercised and energetic. he gestured for you to follow, beginning to lead you through the cafe to find you a good spot. as he did, he pointed out various kitties you both passed by.

"that little guy over there is piper, he's pretty quiet. oh, there's cinnamon!! she's super soft, and has the cutest little meow. there's jazz and jibe on that little shelf up in the corner, they're a package deal."

you smiled warmly as you followed yuji, your eyes following his gesturing at each of the cats. you were surprised at how well he seemed to know them all, though then again it also made sense - you were sure the workers here were responsible for the cats too.

finally, yuji stopped at a cosy looking spot in the corner. a comfortable looking armchair by a bigger table, not far from a pretty big cat tree. you could see at least three kitties lounging there already.

"this spot seems like it'd be nice to do some work in." yuji spoke, smiling. "feel free to get settled down, one of our servers should be with you soon. there's a little menu there on the table for you to browse. hope you enjoy your time here!"

with that, yuji was off, bustling back to the front desk to greet more customers coming in through the door. you sighed softly and smiled to yourself, glad that you had picked this place out already. between the cute kitties and the cosy, quiet vibes, it seemed perfect for a few hours of focus. you set your bag down on the floor beside you, blinking in surprise when a small tabby kitten prowled out from under your chair. it stared up at you curiously for a moment, sniffing your hand when you held it out before giving it a little nuzzle. after that, it pattered off, looking to find something new to do.

you straightened and smiled, watching the kitten go. adorable. next you pulled off your coat, pushing it down into the armchair you were sat in. your eyes flickered over the table, before spotting the menu yuji had mentioned. you picked it up, turning it over slowly. the cafe seemed to offer a variety of drinks and snacks, including little treats to buy for the kitties. for now though, you decided to pick something out for yourself.

between hot and cold teas and coffees, alongside even a few various hot chocolate and smoothie options, you felt spoiled for choice. though as you scanned the menu, you eventually settled on a drink choice that clicked instantly. it sounded perfect, and you instantly knew it was what you wanted to try. now just to order it.

you looked up over the menu, finally taking in the view of the cafe from your seat. you had a good angle, pretty close to the back so you could see the entire interior from where you were. there was a handful of fellow customers scattered around, most already with food and drink in front of them, talking or petting relaxed kitties. you looked for any servers, beginning to spot them throughout the cafe. as you glanced at each one, your brows furrowed slightly, the warmth surrounding you suddenly feeling a little more intense. you couldn't help but notice how every single one of these servers seemed to be tall, male, and tragically handsome.

oh.

one was currently taking an order, brows furrowed in concentration as he scribbled in his little notebook. his dark brown hair was tied up in messy twin buns, bangs framing his face. you squinted your eyes and swore you caught sight of a face tattoo. his all-black uniform, same as yuji's, looked a bit baggier, and he wore cargo pants instead of regular ones, along with heavy black boots.

another two men were chatting together in the corner idly. one had short, messy white hair and an idle smirk on his lips, dark rounded glasses sitting on his nose. his uniform was a bit more form-fitting, and he wore a black longsleeve shirt under the cafe logo t-shirt. the other man had long straight black hair, tied half-up into a bun with some loose bangs on one side of his face. his uniform was much more oversized, and he wore black baggy pants that tapered in at the ankle. he was listening to the white-haired man chatter, smiling slightly and nodding along, both men relaxed.

not far from the two, another man with short blond hair and green-tinted glasses was stood flicking through a binder, expression stoic and focused. his different uniform - still all black, but instead of a casual t-shirt he wore straight pants and a button-up with the cafe logo embroidered - seemed to indicate he had a slightly higher position. manager, perhaps.

you spotted two more men off near the back, by one of the doors. one had a haircut similar to yuji's, though he seemed taller and more muscular, his uniform tight around his torso. the other man had long, grey-ish blue hair tied in three sections by the ends. he seemed the leanest of them all, his t-shirt loose but his pants straight-fitted. they also seemed to be talking, though judging by the intensity of the pink-haired one's glare and the concealed venom of the blue-haired one's smile, their conversation didn't seem nearly as pleasant.

the door they were stood by was partially open, and through the small sliver you could see what you assumed was the kitchen where the drinks and food were made, seperated from all the cats. you just caught a glimpse of a man bustling about, tall and about as muscular as the pink-haired one with short black hair that fell around his face, black t-shirt tight and form-fitting.

mouth a little dry, you shift back into your seat and glance down at your menu again, processing everything your eyes had just seen. how the hell was this place so jam-packed full of testosterone? did every attractive man in this area just see the cafe opening and think, 'yeah, i'm gonna work here'? not that you were complaining, but this almost felt like one of those too-good-to-be-true situations. but it wasn't, it was real. and one of them was about to serve you.

holy shit, one of them was about to serve you.

you pull your phone out of your pocket quickly, heartrate picking up as the realization hit. using the black reflective screen as a little makeshift mirror, you do a quick check-over yourself. no smudges on your face or anything in your teeth... hopefully not. it was pretty difficult to see in the reflection on the screen. you ran a hand through your hair, trying to neaten it up a bit after how wind-swept it had gotten outside, when you suddenly hear a throat clearing right above you.

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stingrachelmha · 15 days ago

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crystallizsch · 4 months ago

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On the morning after Lydia's birthday, Yuusha opens the door of Ramshackle to find a bag sitting on her doorstep. Wrapped neatly and with care, she opens it to find a card, along with something hidden by tissue paper.

Dear Yuusha,

While it's not much, I hope you enjoy this gift. Consider it a party favor lol ♡

Your friend,

Lydia ૮꒰˵• ﻌ •˵꒱ა

P.S - I may have... gotten some help...

As she was examining the plush, she was surprised to find a small magnet in his hand, silently wondering what it was for.

Little did she know, Jamil had gotten a similar plush, created to resemble Yuusha. There was a magnet in the hand of her plush as well, allowing their two plushes to hold hands when together. There was even a plush of Grim, though it wasn't as well-made as the others, resembling more of a puffball than the tuna loving beast.

Meanwhile, at the abandoned dorm known as Ramshackle...

"At least wear your glasses..." Lydia asks, moving to hand them to him. He immediately shakes his head, pushing her hand away.

"I got this, don't worry! I can see!" He reassures her, his eyes still squinted as he moves the fabric even closer.

He stays this way for a moment, unmoving, before reluctantly mumbling out, "... Give me the glasses." Pouting as his cheeks dusted in pink.

HELPPP??? THIS IS SO CUTE?????

SORRY FOR TAKING A WHILE TO RESPOND BUT I WENT 💥💥 WHEN I SAW THIS THANK YOU 😭😭🫶🫶

IT’S SO SO SWEET I LOVE THE IDEA THAT THEY’RE BOTH JUST GIVEN PLUSHIES OF EACH OTHER

and thE MAGNET OF THEM HOLDING HANDS AUGHSH

and the thought of grim just being a ROUND fluffball im 😭😭��

i’m going insane actually no i’m having very normal thoughts about this

ALSO LYDIA AND RYUUMI LORE;;;;

anyways

jamil live reaction to his yuusha plush:

whys it glowing-

#[—✦ chatting #-✧ lovely writing by others #-✧ my art #(💜) yuusha #(💜) curry noodles #for some reason i have weird sense of deja vu #i feel like i drew yuusha as a plush before #but never. posted it???#i’m not sure 💥#i was also going to do more but i didnt want this sitting in the drafts for longer than it should 😭#ANYWAYS thank you again i’m really glad to be part of the bday party 😤🫶

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hiveswap · 8 months ago

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I'm embroidering my laptop bag! The geranium could look nicer but idc my back hurts

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skriblee-ksk · 4 months ago

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On the morning after Lydia's birthday, Kiyuu opens the door of Ramshackle to find a bag sitting on her doorstep. Wrapped neatly and with care, she opens it to find a card, along with something hidden by tissue paper.

Dear Kiyuu,

While it's not much, I hope you enjoy this gift. Consider it a party favor lol ♡

Your friend,

Lydia ૮꒰˵• ﻌ •˵꒱ა

P.S - I may have... gotten some help...

After reading the card, she unwraps the tissue paper to find a handmade plushie, resembling the wolf beastman she adores. The plush was small, holding it in one hand easily. It was well-made, so many little detailed stitched on. His uniform, his ears and tail, even his face, all embroidered with care.

As she was examining the plush, she was surprised to find a small magnet in his hand, silently wondering what it was for.

Little did she know, Jack had gotten a similar plush, created to resemble Kiyuu. There was a magnet in the hand of her plush as well, allowing their two plushes to hold hands when together. There was even a plush of Grim, though it wasn't as well-made as the others, resembling more of a puffball than the tuna loving beast.

Meanwhile, at the abandoned dorm known as Ramshackle in Lydia's world...

"At least wear your glasses..." Lydia asks, moving to hand them to him. He immediately shakes his head, pushing her hand away.

"I got this, don't worry! I can see!" He reassures her, his eyes still squinted as he moves the fabric even closer.

He stays this way for a moment, unmoving, before reluctantly mumbling out, "... Give me the glasses." Pouting as his cheeks dusted in pink.

Kiyuu was absolutely OVERJOYED at the very least to have a detailed and adorable plush of both Jack and Grim.

She examined the magnet, trying to figure out what it could be used for (To hang it on the fridge…?? Totally unlikely!!!) when a text message arrived from Jack, mentioning a bag with a Plushie in the likeness of her arriving in front of his dorm room (which he thankfully was able to retrieve first, given how early he wakes up).

Kiyuu immediately ran over to his room, bringing the bag with her. When she arrived, Jack was already gently holding the plush of her in his hand, not knowing what exactly to do with it. She quickly took her own plushie out, excited to talk about Lydia’s handiwork and their matching gifts, when…

Aha.

What a perfect gift.

GIRL THIS IS SO CUTE???? THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS MESSAGE OMG I WAS READING IT AND GIGGLING!! IM GLAD LYDIA IN UNIVERSE RECIEVED A NICE SURPRISE BIRTHDAY PARTY!! She better have won the cake fight /lh

THE PLUSHIES….. THE FACT THAT IT HAS A MAGNET SO THEY CAN HOLD HANDS…… JACKIYUU CANON EVEN IN PLUSHIE FORM…… ITS THE ONLY THING IVE EVER WANTED 🥹 I’m sure that Kiyuu will form an excessive emotional bond with it, thank you Lydia!!!!!

AND OML RYUUMI??? WHAT A GUY I LIKE HIM SM ALREADY THE DELINQUENT IS BACK!!!!!!

anyway. ONCE AGAIN THANK YOU SHEEPY!! IM GLAD YOU HAD A MOST WONDERFUL BIRTHDAY (AND THAT LYDIA DID TOO!!!) TY FOR INTRODUCING RYUUMI HERE!!! TY FOR EVERYTHING!!!!! 🫶🫶🫶🙏

#skribleedoodlz #skribleeoc #twst stuff #moot stuff <3 #twst kiyuu #twst jack #jackiyuu #THIS WAS SO FUNSIES TO READ AUBGGGGSHHHGDHDGGHD #jack howl #jack x oc #things i rlly rlly like <3

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honeydixonn · 29 days ago

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Back to Friends, Myung Gi

b. one, university

2189 words

The clatter of heels against steel rungs echoed faintly as Nari stepped onto the bus. Her bag dangled precariously from her shoulder, stuffed with books and her laptop, making her balance slightly unsteady. She was late today—an unusual occurrence for her. Normally, she made it a point to catch the earlier shuttle bus from Ewha Women's University, but a last-minute meeting with her professor had pushed her schedule into chaos.

Her thoughts raced as she quickly scanned the half-full bus for a seat. She could feel the impatient stares of other passengers behind her as they waited to board. Just as she spotted an open seat near the back, her foot caught on something soft yet unyielding—a bag.

"Oh!" she gasped, stumbling forward. Her arms flailed for balance as her tote bag slipped off her shoulder, its contents threatening to spill.

"Are you okay?" A warm voice broke through the din of her embarrassment. She looked up to see a young man—her age, maybe a little older—staring at her with concern. His dark eyes were sharp yet kind, framed by a thick fringe of lashes. He was tall, his broad shoulders slightly hunched as he leaned forward to grab her arm.

"I—yeah, sorry. I didn't see..." Her words trailed off as she glanced down and realized she had tripped over his navy Yonsei University backpack.

"Ah, that's my fault. I shouldn't have left it there." He bent down quickly to move the offending item out of the aisle. "You're from Ewha, right?" he asked, gesturing to the small embroidered patch on her tote bag.

Nari nodded, feeling a flush of embarrassment creep up her neck. "Yeah. Um, thanks." She adjusted her bag and moved to sit in the now-vacant seat across from him, her pulse still racing from the near fall.

"I'm Myung-Gi," he said, flashing a lopsided smile. "Yonsei. We're practically neighbors."

"Ha Nari," she replied, offering a small, awkward smile in return. "And, yeah, I guess we are."

Their conversation was brief, the hum of the bus engine filling the silences between their words. But something about the way Myung-Gi smiled lingered in Nari's mind long after she got off the bus.

The second time they met, it was raining. Nari was standing at the bus stop, clutching her umbrella tightly as gusts of wind threatened to flip it inside out. She was muttering curses under her breath when she heard someone laugh beside her.

"Seems like umbrellas hate this weather as much as we do," Myung-Gi said, holding his own sturdy black umbrella with ease.

Nari looked up, startled, and recognized him immediately. "Oh, hey," she said, her cheeks flushing as she tried to adjust her rebellious umbrella. "You're the guy with the Yonsei bag."

"And you're the girl who almost faceplanted because of it," he teased lightly, his grin widening.

"Thanks for the reminder," she muttered, though there was a faint smile tugging at her lips.

They boarded the bus together, this time sitting side by side as the rain lashed against the windows. The conversation flowed more naturally this time—Nari told him about her media and communications major at Ewha, and Myung-Gi shared that he was studying business at Yonsei.

"It's funny," he said, leaning slightly toward her, "Yonsei and Ewha students take this bus all the time, but I feel like I never notice anyone until they trip over my stuff."

"That's because you're probably always staring at your phone," Nari quipped, catching him off guard.

"You might be right," he admitted with a chuckle.

When they reached her stop, she gave him a small wave before stepping off the bus. Myung-Gi watched her go, a strange warmth spreading through his chest. He didn't know what it was about her, but he found himself hoping they'd run into each other again.

Over the next few weeks, they did.

At first, their encounters were purely coincidental. Nari would board the bus and find Myung-Gi already seated, his Yonsei bag tucked neatly under his seat this time. He'd wave her over, and they'd spend the ride talking about everything and nothing—professors, campus events, their favorite coffee shops.

Soon, it became routine. Nari found herself looking forward to their conversations, and Myung-Gi made a point of catching the same bus whenever he could.

One particularly cold morning, Nari boarded the bus to find him holding two cups of steaming coffee.

"For you," he said, handing her one. "You look like you need it."

She blinked at him in surprise, her frozen fingers wrapping gratefully around the warm cup. "Thanks. How'd you know I like Americano?"

"I didn't," he admitted with a grin. "But it's a safe guess, right?"

Nari laughed softly, the sound sending a small jolt through Myung-Gi's chest.

As their friendship deepened, Myung-Gi found himself noticing things about her that she probably didn't realize. The way her nose crinkled when she laughed too hard. The way she absentmindedly twirled her pen between her fingers when she was deep in thought.

He started looking forward to the moments when their shoulders would brush as they sat together on the bus. But he never let himself hope for more. She saw him as a friend, and he didn't want to ruin that.

One day, as the bus neared Yonsei's stop, Nari turned to him with a bright smile.

"You know," she said, "I used to think this bus ride was the most boring part of my day. But now it's kind of my favorite."

Myung-Gi's heart skipped a beat, but he kept his expression neutral. "Same here," he said casually, though his grip on his bag tightened.

He didn't say what he really wanted to—that it wasn't the bus ride itself he looked forward to, but her.

Their friendship continued to grow, but Myung-Gi's feelings remained unspoken. He cherished every moment they spent together, even as it became harder to keep his emotions in check. He wanted to tell her how he felt, but the fear of losing her kept his words locked inside.

As he watched her laugh at one of his stupid jokes, her hair falling into her eyes, he wondered if she'd ever notice the way he looked at her. If she'd ever feel the same.

But for now, he was content to be by her side, even if it meant hiding his heart. Because as long as she was smiling, Myung-Gi felt like he could endure anything.

The seasons changed, and with them, the dynamic between Myung-Gi and Nari deepened in ways that neither fully acknowledged but both felt. The long bus rides became more than just a commute—they were a sanctuary where the weight of their academic pressures and personal lives melted away in shared laughter and quiet conversation.

One winter evening, as the city streets glistened with fresh snow, Nari boarded the bus with a scarf wrapped tightly around her neck. She spotted Myung-Gi instantly; he was sitting near the back, a seat saved for her with his bag on it. His face lit up when he saw her, and he waved her over.

"You're late," he teased, pulling his bag into his lap to make room for her.

"Don't even get me started," Nari groaned, plopping down beside him. "My professor decided to hold an impromptu lecture on top of our already excruciatingly long seminar."

"Well, you're here now." He handed her a small cup from the convenience store. "I got you hot chocolate this time. Figured you needed something sweet after a day like that."

Nari's eyes softened as she accepted the cup. "You're too good to me, Myung-Gi," she said, her tone light but sincere.

If only you knew, he thought, his chest tightening as he watched her take a sip. She had a way of saying things that unknowingly stirred something in him, something he couldn't quite name but felt like a dull ache behind his ribs.

"Snow's nice, huh?" she said, pulling him out of his thoughts.

He followed her gaze out the window, where snowflakes drifted lazily under the glow of streetlights. "Yeah," he agreed. "It makes everything feel... softer."

She laughed softly. "You're surprisingly poetic."

"I have my moments," he said with a grin, though his heart was pounding from the sound of her laughter.

As spring approached, their paths crossed more frequently outside of the bus rides. Once, while wandering the streets near Yonsei to pick up a book he needed, Myung-Gi spotted Nari sitting outside a café, her nose buried in a novel. She looked so engrossed that he almost walked away, not wanting to disturb her.

But as if sensing his presence, she looked up and caught his eye. A smile broke across her face, and she waved him over.

"Fancy meeting you here," she said as he sat across from her.

"Small world," he replied, trying to ignore the heat creeping up his neck.

It became a regular occurrence after that. They started meeting for coffee or lunch whenever their schedules aligned, their conversations growing more personal with each encounter. Nari opened up about her struggles with balancing academics and family expectations, while Myung-Gi shared stories about his part-time job and the mounting pressure to succeed in his business program.

"You know," she said one day, stirring the foam in her latte, "you're the only person I feel like I can really talk to sometimes."

Her words hit him like a punch to the gut—not because they hurt, but because they carried a weight he wasn't sure how to handle. He wanted to tell her that she wasn't just someone to talk to for him. She was the person he looked forward to seeing every day, the person who made his world feel brighter even on the darkest days.

Instead, he simply smiled and said, "Same here."

It was during finals week when something shifted. Both of them were exhausted, their faces pale and their eyes shadowed from sleepless nights. Myung-Gi decided to surprise her by waiting at the Ewha campus shuttle stop, knowing she'd have to take a bus home eventually.

When she finally appeared, her steps were sluggish, and her shoulders slumped under the weight of her bag. But when she saw him standing there, her expression softened.

"You're waiting for me?" she asked, her voice tinged with disbelief.

"Of course," he said, trying to sound casual. "Thought you might need some company."

As they boarded the bus together, Nari leaned her head against the window, her exhaustion evident. Myung-Gi hesitated for a moment before reaching over and gently pulling her head onto his shoulder.

She tensed for a moment, but then she relaxed, letting out a soft sigh. "You're too good to me, Myung-Gi."

His chest ached at her words. He wanted to tell her that he didn't mind—that he'd always want to be there for her. But instead, he simply said, "You deserve it."

Over time, their connection grew, but so did the distance Myung-Gi felt between his feelings and reality. There were moments when he thought she might feel the same—the way her gaze lingered on him a little longer than necessary, the way she laughed a little too hard at his jokes. But then she'd talk about a guy she liked in passing, and his hopes would come crashing down.

One evening, as they walked together after grabbing coffee, Nari turned to him with a curious look. "You're so good at reading people," she said. "Why are you still single?"

The question caught him off guard, and he laughed nervously. "I don't know. Guess I'm just waiting for the right person."

She tilted her head, studying him. "Well, whoever she is, she's lucky."

Myung-Gi swallowed the lump in his throat. He wanted to say, It's you. You're the one I've been waiting for. But the words refused to come out.

Months turned into years, and their friendship remained a constant in Myung-Gi's life. But as graduation approached, the reality of their impending separation loomed over him like a dark cloud. He didn't know if he'd ever have the courage to tell her how he felt, but the thought of losing her completely terrified him.

On their last bus ride together before graduation, Nari turned to him with a bittersweet smile. "I'm going to miss this," she said softly.

"Me too," he admitted, his voice thick with emotion.

They sat in silence for a moment, the hum of the engine filling the space between them. Myung-Gi glanced at her, memorizing every detail of her face—the curve of her smile, the way her hair fell over her shoulders, the light in her eyes.

He wanted to say something, to tell her everything he'd kept hidden for so long. But instead, he reached over and squeezed her hand, hoping she'd somehow understand what he couldn't bring himself to say.

And maybe, just maybe, she did.

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secret--psalms--saturn · 4 months ago

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Inklings Challenge 2024

Hi! This is my first time finishing an inklings challenge( @inklings-challenge !) Yay! I've decided to keep it short and sweet.

My team is Tolkien and I've decided to do Secondary World Fantasy with the theme of comforting the sorrowful. With that being said,

TW: death mention, specifically suicide mention

I don't go into specifics and honestly just heavily implied, but I wanted to tag it just in case!

Anyways, enjoy! Please just ignore the ugly grammar lol:

Odeda looked up at her husband from her laptop, watching him wash dishes from today's breakfast. His skinny arms were quick but thorough, and his eyes focused on scrubbing each dish with care. He looked like he was studying each one as if he had saw them for the first time.

Constantine was just about done, she had guessed. Breakfast wasn't big, just some eggs and toast, with a few fresh strawberries. Work was a little slow this season, so he was able to sit down and have breakfast with her.

It was quiet, as so had the morning been. Neither of them talked much, just small talk about their plans for the day. Sunlight had trickled in kitchen window, illuminating Constantine's pale, smooth long face and tickled his long pointed ears. Odeda smiled softly, loving the simple but beautiful view. She tucked her curly hair behind her similar ears and rose a coffee mug to her lips, choosing to break from her writing to observe his long figure. He finally finished up, shook out his hands and dried them fully with an embroidered hand towel.

"Okay beloved, I'm gonna get going. We're gonna be picking up soon." Constantine pushed up his glasses as he walked over and gave her a tender kiss on her lips. He then looked down and put a hand on her dress, right on her stomach. "Be good for your mama, little one." He whispered with a smile and walked towards the door.

"Be safe honey." Odeda said, as he opened the door.

"Will do, business is just a mile down the road."

"I know, sometimes I wish you would just take a Ruby Share."

"Yeah but the time it takes to get a cab out here and drive me… I'd be there already." He let a small smile escape from his lips. "I'll be careful, don't you worry" He nodded in assurance.

"Okay, love you. Just text me when you get there alright?"

"Will do. Love you, bye." With that, he closed the door, barely making a sound.

She took a small sip of her black coffee, warm and comforting. Looking around, she took in the small kitchen space, enough for basic appliances and a few smaller ones pushed to the back of the light green walls. The toned wooden cabinets sat above the counters that held enough space for their dishes. Floral matching curtains were pushed aside the window and door window. A floral lamp that was off hung from the ceiling but gave light at dinner. A couple spring themed mats sat on the brown wooden floor near the sink and door.

Odeda whispered a small prayer, before closing her laptop and packed her things. She took a deep breath, hiked her bags up, and headed out the door.

Odeda placed a bag in her passenger seat, walked over to the driver side, and plumped down. It was getting a little harder to adjust in small spaces being 35 week pregnant, but she managed. She had offered her husband a ride to work the night before, but he declined knowing she had a doctor's appointment in the next town she had to get to. Shifting the car in reverse, she backed out of the driveway and headed down the dirt road. Drive was about an hour away, so she turned on her playlist and let her mind ease… at least as much as she could.

But her mind drifted instead. Odeda thought about the unusually warm May day it was, and how she brought a cardigan just in case but chose to feel the warm breeze against her skin anyway. Odeda gripped the staring wheel, thankfully sighing and taking deep breaths. She knew her doctor would tell her to relax her shoulders and unclench her jaw. Things have settled a bit since March, the last cold blow to their family. Finally, a warm day to bring some kind of relief to her and Constantine. The winter was long and bleak, as this region often gets. But this year had] been particularly hard. So many losses and hardships… they made it out, but barely.

Odeda shook her head, taking another deep breath. She turned up her music and tried to blare out her thoughts with her favourite playlist. She thought it was working, but asking her to not think about a white elephant, just brought a whole herd in. Soon her tears flowed and her driving sense kicked into auto pilot. Who was she to fight the memories that begged her to address them properly?

Just a few more days Odeda reminded herself. Her therapy appointment was Thursday, and then she could continue chipping away at the pain. Since she didn't want to burden her husband, she sought out to wear her heart out on her sleeve only in certain times.

Trees waved past her as she got onto more solid back roads. She loved it a bit more than highways. They were winding, quiet, and had a great view of the hills she passed by. Some clouds scattered the sky, allowing the sun to kiss the blooming plant life that is starting to wake up from the chilling winter. Broken brick side rails and wooden fences weaved in and out of the side of the road, separating the pavement from fields of gold and lush green pastures. It caused Odeda to glance upon it with a smile, giving her just enough hope to look forward to summer's glow.

About half way there, she heard her phone buzz. She knew better than to check her phone, however she knew it was her husband letting her know he was at the shop. They had started a floral business together, about a year ago. It's been a wild ride, adding weeds to their garden but for now, the garden is about to flourish again. Odeda usually helped a lot in shop, but as her pregnancy progressed she focused more on taking it easy.

Odeda put a hand on her tummy, looking forward to her ultrasound and hearing her little one's heartbeat. The young elven woman looked even more forward to meeting the child face to face,

xoxo

Odeda dialed her husband's number as she got into the car and sent it through Bluetooth.

"Hey love!" She greeted him.

"Hey honey, how'd your appointment go?"

"All is well." She assured him. Odeda knew he wanted to tag along with her, but if he did he would've had to stay late at the office. Constantine knew she rather would have him be home by dinner, so they both didn't mind.

"Good. Did you go to Sandy's afterwords?"

"Yeah, you know how I've been craving their chocolate croissants."

She could hear a small chuckle. "You and your chocolate."

"Hey! The baby wanted it."

She heard a sharp but short laugh. "Okay okay, your story going well?"

"Yeah."

There was a few moments of silence.

"Okay love," she finally said. "See you when I get home?"

"See you then"

"Love you"

"Love you too."

"Bye"

xoxo

"I got a summons to the court" Constantine said quietly, pulling out an envelope embellished with golf lettering and a wax seal of their kingdom's emblem.

"A summons!?" Odeda exclaimed, in disbelief. "For what?"

He opened the letter, and then smiled, breaking the 'act' that he had been concealing.

"Honey," he looked at her with a wide grin. "you know the prince is getting married, right?"

"Yeah? What about it?"

"Well they need a florist"

"A florist…?" Odeda trailed off, thinking for a moment with her head focusing on the ground, tapping her chin. She then looked up at him, wide eyed. "And they asked..?"

"Us!" He exclaimed.

"Wonderful!" She yelled, jumping in his embrace. She gazed at his eyes for a moment, full of pure joy and happiness. She hadn't seen this look in his face in a long time. 3 months… she missed it.

"So we're going to the castle??" Odeda asked.

Constantine frowned a bit and grimaced. "Well I am…"

"You? Just you? Why can't I come?"

"Sweetheart you're getting to the end here. I don't want to travel so far out of town away from your midwife just in case something happens."

Odeda sighed. "I guess you're right but…" She straightened up a bit. "I've had a really healthy pregnancy and I am only 35 weeks. I guess if we plan for a week and a half there, it's not likely I would go into labor in that time."

Constantine looked at the letter again. "Babe I really think its best you stay. The travel might be a bit much."

Tears weld up in her eyes. She knew this was a losing battle. "What if… what if I talk to my midwife? What if she gives me the clearance to go? I just think I can be valuable for such an occasion."

Constantine thought for a moment. "Okay, I do really need you so… If the midwife give the okay, then it'll be okay with me." he smiled, embracing his excited wife once again.

xoxo

The train station was bustling with travelers going to and fro. Constantine clutched both their suitcases while standing on the platform. Odeda stood beaming next to her husband, looking at the tickets in her hands. Her majesty was kind to cover travel expenses as they rode them in here.

She was especially thankful her midwife, Malea, gave her the okay to go on the trip. "You're the picture of perfect pregnancy." Malea had labeled her, and she hasn't stopped smiling since.

"Train 564, red line, heading towards Audrella Spring Gardens, now boarding."

The steam train, very traditional in nature, rolled up to the platform. The conductor came out, opening the doors to let its passengers walk out.

"All aboard!" The conductor called out, after clearing the train.

After getting on, the couple made their way to their room. Sliding the door open, they both walked inside. To the left, there were bunk beds made nicely and a ladder leading up to the top bunk. To the right, there was a corner leather bench and a long, 4 foot table. Odeda smiled warmly and put her suitcase on the side of the bottom bunk.

"Dibs!" she cheered, flopping on the bed.

Constantine nodded, returning her smile. "Well I certainly wasn't going to ask you to climb."

Odeda laid down. "Do you mind if I lay down and rest a bit?" She asked him.

He nodded. "Take all the rest you need."

xoxo

Odeda's eyes fluttered open as she woke. Still a bit foggy, she peered through her sleepy eyelids to survey her surroundings. The golden light from the window trickled in, illuminating the room. It shun light on the floor, and onto the long wooden table. Though the shadowed wall next to it blocked some of the light, the light reached to a few of the paintings on the walls. It spilled on the leather bench where Constantine was sitting. Her husband was holding a book, relaxed and resting his head in his other hand. He leaned up against the wall in the corner bench. The light hit his soft auburn hair, making it glimmer and kissing his golden cheeks. He was a very beautiful man, she thought, bringing a smile to her face. Finally she yawned and stretched and sat up.

"Have a nice nap?" He asked, glancing slightly up at her.

"Yeah it was good." She affirmed, sitting up and swinging her legs around. Odeda got up and made her way to the bench next to him.

"I could tell, you were snoring quite loudly." He chuckled, turning the page.

"Yeah yeah." She smirked, waving him off. She reached down to her leather laptop bag and pulled out it out. "Whatcha reading?"

"Ah, a book that uh, Harry recommended to me at the beginning of this year. A theological book."

Odeda nodded, the name still giving her a slight pain through her chest. She chose however, not to dwell on it.

"What's it about?"

"It's about God the Father, and his attributes. Currently reading about His love."

She nodded again, waiting for the laptop to boot up. "Is it good?"

"Oh it's fantastic." He softly smiled. "Very convicting and comforting."

"That's really nice to hear." She said, putting in her password.

A few moments of silent lingered between the two. Odeda felt a bit of sadness begin to loom, and she shifted a bit in her seat. She brought up her book, and continued to type away. However, every few sentences her gaze went from her computer to her husband. She noticed he was reading much more slowly, or so she had thought.

"You know, Harry had great recommendations. Books, games, shows you name it. He was knowledgeable about them too."

"I know I heard you guys till 1 in the morning talking about Pelego the Porcupine." She smirked.

Constantine nodded slowly, a bit solemn. His smile dropped as she noticed he stopped reading, just staring at the page now.

Odeda let the silence linger a bit, memories flashing back in her mind. It was just another day; sunny, not a cloud in the sky. It was a few days since they had heard from Harry, but she reassured her husband he was taking some kind of break. Oh, how she wished she was right. That day, A friend from church was visiting and had just left. Then she got the call, from her husband himself. His voice was shaking, slowly telling her the news.

They found him. No breath, no pulse, and alone.

Constantine was impacted the most out of the two of them. Their friend was his best friend. The sobs she heard in the following days was something she could never forget. The pain in his eyes, his hollowed footsteps and sleepless nights overtook him.

Her pain couldn't even touch his, but she struggled right next to her husband. Maybe it was the fact of how he died, but nevertheless, she couldn't focus on anything the following days. There were multiple times Odeda just broke down alone in her car. She didn't want to burden him with her grief, of course. Despite having a therapist, she couldn't help but take the brunt of it. She had a million unanswered questions. Haunting questions that will hang like ghosts in her closet, and baggage in her heart.

Why did he do it? Why didn't he call someone? Why didn't he get help?

Odeda would've dropped everything to save his life. Could she have done something? Something more? Tell him she loved him more? Be more involved in conversations with him? She clenched her jaw, feeling a tear brim her eye. Despite living a few hours away, Odeda was sure that even if he had any inkling of struggle, she would be the first to risk a speeding ticket just to show up at his doorstep, if it meant he would still be here today. Constantine would do even more. Odeda knew that her husband would even take his place and sacrifice everything to save his friend's life.

Taking a deep breath, she looked over to her husband. Constantine had put the book down, and was now staring off into space. A few tears had escaped from his eyes as well, but remained perfectly still. Odeda scooted closer to him, and put her head on his shoulder, linking her arms through his. She closed her eyes, sighed, and silently prayed. There were no words needed; she had already said everything she needed in the last few months. Now, she will grieve with him in silence. It was comforting; to know someone was there, hurting with them. The gesture was whispering, "I'm here, it's okay, you're safe." without a word being spoken. He didn't have to say a thing; she knew it was all that was needed in the moment. A grief shared meant the absence of suffering alone.

That following night, as they said their "I love yous" and goodnights", she waiting until she could hear soft snores from on top of her. Her mind still resonated on Harry. She reflected on the remembrance service, surrounded by friends and family. Odeda remembered looking around. Hundreds of people there, but not one could do anything about it except wish they had the power to rewind time and make sure they finished the race together. Not a dry eye left that day. But a willingness to live, did.

xoxo

#inklingschallenge #team tolkien #genre: secondary world #theme: comfort #story: complete

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viperbunnies · 4 months ago

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On the morning after Lydia's birthday, Oz opens the door of Ramshackle to find a bag sitting on their doorstep. Wrapped neatly and with care, he opens it to find a card, along with something hidden by tissue paper.

Dear Oz,

While it's not much, I hope you enjoy this gift. Consider it a party favor lol ♡

Your friend,

Lydia ૮꒰˵• ﻌ •˵꒱ა

P.S - I may have... gotten some help...

After reading the card, he unwraps the tissue paper to find a handmade plushie, resembling a certain snake man from Scarabia. The plush was small, holding it in one hand easily. It was well-made, so many little detailed stitched on. His uniform, his hair, even his face, all embroidered with care.

As he was examining the plush, he was surprised to find a small magnet in his hand, silently wondering what it was for.

Little did he know, Jamil had gotten a similar plush, created to resemble Oz. There was a magnet in the hand of their plush as well, allowing their two plushes to hold hands when together. There was even a plush of Grim, though it wasn't as well-made as the others, resembling more of a puffball than the tuna loving beast.

Meanwhile, at the abandoned dorm known as Ramshackle in Lydia's world...

"At least wear your glasses..." Lydia asks, moving to hand them to him. He immediately shakes his head, pushing her hand away.

"I got this, don't worry! I can see!" He reassures her, his eyes still squinted as he moves the fabric even closer.

He stays this way for a moment, unmoving, before reluctantly mumbling out, "... Give me the glasses." Pouting as his cheeks dusted in pink.

AAAAAAAA AAAAA *rereads again* AAAAAA

HELP SHEEP I WASN’T EXPECTING TO READ SUCH A CUTE PIECE HSHS

I just know Oz was squeezing that plushie with so much force hshshs after seeing it hshhshshs 💥💥I need to draw these plushies some time soon omg need to see these two united 🥺🥺 Also the tiny puffball grim sounds so cute hshsh the babyy

The piece in the end got me intrigued more about Ryuumi though 👀👀 Makes me ponder what his involvement in Lydia’s life is— He sounds like another sweetheart though (the the delinquent with a golden heart types)

I just had to doodle the two with their beloved plushies omgg 🥺🥺 (Waiting for that treydia nuic fic) Also I feel honored that you used my gift as an icon 🥺🥺 ueueueueue my heart feels so soft seeing it

#answers #taters yap #twst oc #sheepytot #moot’s oc #ozml #oz damarys #taters treasure box #sheepy’s ✍️

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minhosimthings · 1 year ago

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Hold me Without Hurting Me

Chapter 7: Violets and Violins

A/N: In which an old friend fills your life with flowers again, along a bumpy sided road.

Pairings: Ceo!Jay × Ceo!fem!reader, includes rest of Enhypen and certain other groups

Warnings: angst-fluff, hurt/comfort, friends to enemies to fake dating to enemies to lovers, Mentions of food and alcohol, swearing, jay comfort, nothing much but it's a bumpy story.

Story prompt: If I had a flower for every time I fell in love with you, I would walk in my garden forever. (This story is based on the language of flowers.)

SERIES MASTERLIST

"Ma'am I got the reports for today's meet- Ma'am?" Jungwon stopped in front of your figure sitting on the loveseat. You were hunched over a book, an album it seemed, dusty and very akin to a relic at a natural museum. "Uh Ma'am? Ma'am." Jungwon snapped his fingers to break you out of your hypoxia. "What- oh yeah Jungwon." You snapped the book close and sat up more straight, almost knocking over your laptop, which thankfully Jungwon saved.

"Sorry." You mumbled, carefully putting your laptop in your bag, "Anyways do you have something for me?" Jungwon cleared his throat and handed you the blue file he was holding. "Here are the reports for today. I checked all of them and they prove your theory of supply and demand, so I assume you can wipe the smirk off of Mr Minho's face with these." You smiled at Jungwon's perseverance and carefully looked through the files. "Oh and also-" Jungwon took out a letter from out of nowhere and handed it to you, "Mr Park sent these."

The letter was pretty, red in colour and embroidered with what seemed to be gold threads. You carefully tore open the letter with a hair pin that was lying nearby. Something dropped onto your lap. Two pieces of paper. You put the letter down and picked up the paper. They were tickets. To a violin concert.

"Are those tickets to a violin concerto Ma'am?" Jungwon looked up curious, his cat like eyes widened. You handed one of the tickets to Jungwon for him to look at, while you scanned the tore letter again. Something fell out of it.

"Oh wow." you scoffed as you ran your eyes through the paper which was decorated with scribbled handwriting. "Anything wrong Ma'am?" Jungwon peeked. "He wants both of us to come down to a violin concert today, before the meeting. As a second date apparently." You threw the paper into the bin, "Kayla will be there too." You added as an afterthought to a confused Jungwon.

"So will we be going?" Jungwon hesitated. "I mean-" you ran your fingers through your hair, a plan forming in your mind, "-we have to I guess. Pick out a suit Jungwon." You got up with a smirk forming on your face, "I'm going to surprise my boyfriend today."

"Kayla how do I look?" Jay fixed his tie in front of the mirror, looking at all of the imperfections on his suit. "Sir how am I supposed to answer to that question?" A young, brown haired girl, holding her bag tightly in her hands answered. "I need to impress her today." Jay said to no one in particular, "Kayla-" he suddenly called to his assistant, who was quick on her toes to listen, "-this Jungwon boy. How is he life?" Kayla turned a burning red through her dark skin and looked at her heels. "Well sir-" she chuckled nervously, "-I don't think it appropriate to talk to my boss about my crush. But he's a really good guy, surprisingly intelligent. He looks a bit like my cat and he absolutely loves curry. Although I don't think you'll find any of that information important." She hesitated and Jay chuckled. "Well thank you for that. And yes-" he picked up his pocket square, neatly tucking it into his pocket, "-Y/N does always choose the best people to serve her. She's got an eye for those sort of things. And Kayla, let me ask you something-" he went towards the door, Kayla meekly following behind him, "Does Jungwon ever talk about his work?" Kayla smiled shyly and got into the elevator along with Jay. "Funny you should ask that sir because that's the only thing he doesn't talk about. He says that Miss Yang prefers her employees not bring work into their personal life." Jay chuckled again, this time looking at his reflection in the glass elevator. 'She hasn't changed', he thought to himself, 'not a single bit. Still the same flower girl I knew.'

"Ma'am are you sure that your outfit is, pardon me for saying this, appropriate?" Jungwon fiddled with his fingers as both of you rode the elevator down to the hall. You noticed Jungwon had a habit of fiddling with his thumb whenever he was nervous. "It's alright Jungwon." You adjusted the straps of your dress, "He'll know what's coming for him. You look very smart by the way, in that suit. Good choice." Jungwon's ears turned red again and as he mumbled his thank you's, the elevator door opened up to reveal the hall. It was fairly empty, what with it being afternoon, everyone would probably be out escaping into the winds of Seattle.

You spotted Jay sitting nonchalantly on the red couch, along with his assistant. He looked weirdly handsome today, dressed in a sleek black suit which perfectly outlined his figure. For perhaps the first time you noticed how handsome he had gotten since you were children.

"Sir Miss Yang has arrived." Kayla stood up before Jay did. He had been immersed in twirling a bouquet of violets in his hands, which brought back memories he had hoped to surpress.

His mind, however, malfunctioned when he was your figure approaching. If there really was a heaven he probably was in it. "Ready darling?" You spoke, keeping your tone innocent as if you didn't know what you were wearing at all. Jay looked you up and down atleast a hundred times, analysing the dress you were wearing. A black dress, with a slit at your thigh with spaghetti straps. Very elegant, he thought. "Yeah of course." Jay smirked, "Come on babe we don't want to be late." You stumbled for a moment as to why Jay didn't respond to your seemingly masterful plan. "Y-yeah let's go." You mumbled, letting Jay wrap his arm around your waist.

"If you expected a reaction out of me from wearing that dress-" Jay scoffed, reading his newspaper in the car, "-good plan." You crossed your arms and sulked quietly in the far end of the car. Kayla and Jungwon were travelling in the car behind you, a disappointment to you, since you would much rather be sitting with both of them rather than the menace next to you. "Violets Jay, really?" You picked up the bouquet he had gotten you and stroked the sweet smelling flowers, "Modesty." You mused to yourself, hoping Jay wouldn't hear the tone of fondness in your ears. It brought back memories, memories of young, dumb love, which you had hoped to let die in your mind. It brought back pictures of a boy climbing through a window, holding your hand through the night as the thunder raised on, hearing all the things he said to you when he thought you were asleep.

"Well good news is-" Jay handed you the newspaper, "-my lawyer and mother are getting suspicious of the relationship so a meeting between them can be arranged soon enough, you'll get your reward and I'll get mine." You looked over the headlines of the newspaper and amused yourself. "Park Jay and Yang Y/N! Buisness or Love?"

"Quid pro quo, I guess." You tucked the newspaper into the car seat. Jay merely stared out the window, seemingly lost in thought. You decided to look outside too, seeing all the flower shops which were back in store. "Hey Jay?" You called. "What?" "Rude." You scoffed to Jay's cold response, "you know what never mind." You crossed your arms and sulked quietly as Jay rolled his eyes. "What is it?" He grunted, looking out through your side of the window, to see what piqued your curiosity. "I assume you wanna ask something about the flowers?" "Yeah." You brushed a hair out of your face, "Why do they still keep the shops open when it's raining? I mean wouldn't it be better to shut them down?" Jay blinked at the question for a moment, before he let out a cold laugh. "Y/N," he said, "This isn't Seoul that you can just shut the shops down and everything will be alright. Nah, Seattle is called the flower garden of America, and the thing is these flower vendors who sell authentic, real, flowers, they don't get paid much. People nowadays don't prefer going to individual shops. Usually some big buisness person buys them at a low rate and then sells them for higher prices. " He scoffed, "Pathetic honestly."

"Why doesnt anyone do anything about it?" You asked innocently, "I mean, according to most laws, buying any good at a lower rate, ranging lower than what it takes to manufacture that good, is kinda illegal isn't it?" Jay let out a cold laugh again. "Babe-" he wiped a tear from his eyes, "If I could do anything about it, I would. You do know I basically control the economy of this city right? But the thing is it would anger some very important people if I did that, which could cause a drastic fall in economy so I prefer to take the safer option." You slightly recoiled yourself from Jay, disgusted at his choice of words.

"This is a beautiful place." You stated, stepping into the grand hall, lined with chairs and the biggest stage you had ever seen in your life, with curtains in the deepest shade of ruby red, decorating the wooden seams perfectly. "I know." A smug smile formed on Jay's face, "That's why I bought the tickets." You decided not to fire back at him, having been already annoyed to a point that nothing you said seemed to something he couldn't fire back at.

"Tickets please, sir." The man in the black vest with voluminous gold buttons bowed to you, clutching a tiny scissor-like device in his hand. You handed him the tickets with a kind smile, which he returned gratefully. "Thank you." You said briefly before disappearing with Jay into the rows of seats. Jay seemed to have gotten you prime seats right in front. "Where are Kayla and Jungwon sitting?" You looked behind at the people filing in as soon as you sat down. "Front row, about sixteen seats away from us." Jay said, nonchalantly, checking his brochure, "Thought I'd let them have their privacy." "Or did you wanna be alone with me, Park Joengsoeng?" You smirked, holding your head higher, as an elegant looking couple, wearing dramatic costumes of peacock feathers plopped down next to you, engrossed in conversation. "Oh shush." Jay put the brochure into his pocket, "You still haven't let go of that horrible habit of making assumptions too quickly have you? Still haven't let go of the habit of thanking every fucking person either." He scoffed and folded his arms, staring up at the stage, at the staff preparing the instruments. "What do you mean by that?" You glared at him, "I don't thank everyone." "Oh really?" He cocked an eyebrow up, "So you didn't definetly just thank the ticket guy there, who smiled at you as if he hadn't been thanked for a century?" "It's called kindness you asshole." You spat back, "Maybe you'll learn it one day."

The concert started soon after. Captivated by the way the bows danced across the strings of the violin, you failed to notice the expression Jay had on his face all throughout.

It was a peculiar thing for him, to feel whatever he was feeling right now. It felt like the time his mom fed him soup when he was down with the flu or when his dad taught him to ride a motorcycle on a Sunday night. It felt odd... but amazing, to see your eyes filled with stars, as your eyes were pleasured by the canvas of music. Jay felt his ego go up a bit. You enjoying something he picked out? Bravo Jay, you've done it. He had a lingering feeling in his stomach, as the show ended and you clapped with all your might, your face encapsulated into the widest grin, but he ignored the feeling, choosing to stare straight ahead, wondering what the future may bring, as he had done five years ago.

#jay #park jay #park jongseong #enhypen #enha #enha park jay #enha jay #jay fluff #Jay angst #park jay fluff #park jay angst #enhypen jay #enhypen jay park #jay park #jay fic #enhypen fics #enhypen fic #bye bye now

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untitledmemes · 1 year ago

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Untitled Mystery Item Starter

What's in the bag? Sender sends "REACH INSIDE" + two item/trinkets choices from the table below to receiver. Receiver will write a starter that must include either one or both of the items/trinkets sent to them. For extra fun, I recommend using a random number generator and send what you get! There are 50 items/trinkets below. Reblog, please do not repost or add.

1 : A piece of crumpled paper with an unfamiliar phone number scribbled on it.

2 : A thermos filled with a sweet scented, hot liquid.

3 : A pair of broken glasses missing one of its lenses.

4: A bloodstained face towel.

5 : A laptop with colorful sticks on its back that needs charging.

6 : An old coin with a special meaning to sender/receiver.

7 : A dirty doll with eerie button eyes.

8 : An admission ticket to sender's/receiver's favorite show.

9 : Free Space; Sender's choice.

10 : A pair of weighted dice with an X symbol where the one should be.

11 : A peacock feather that has a strange shimmer in sunlight.

12 : A pair of old socks.

13 : A silver locket with a picture of an elderly couple inside, the man's face scratched out.

14 : A sequined, wooden door knob with mystic carvings.

15 : A blueprint for a contraption far beyond your understanding.

16 : A music sheet for an otherworldly melody.

17 : A fresh fruit basket with a note from a loved one.

18 : A box of chocolates, each one tastes like a different memory of your relationship with its sender.

19 : A big boquet of wildflowers, with a parting note for a deceased person.

20 : A pair of scissors that doesn't cut paper, but cuts stone.

21 : A light bulb that doesn't need a socket to light up.

22 : A silver pistol with intricate carvings that has no ammo.

23 : A portrait of a couple with the woman's face scratched out.

24 : A small pendant of a cat.

25 : An embroided bracelet that was made for you by someone dear.

26 : A receipt for a donation made in your name.

27 : A flip phone with a single new text message from an unknown number, asking for help.

28 : A blank white shirt that changes its color and pattern according to the wearer's mood.

29 : A sexy lingerie set that still has the tags on.

30 : A tiny, ornamented tea cup that doesn't seem like it was made for human hands.

31 : A giant set of cutlery that doesn't seem like it was made for human hands.

32 : A bottle of perfume that contains the most foul smelling odor you ever smelled in your lifetime. For some reason, other people love it!

33 : A photograph of a small child holding out her hands to you.

34 : A key that you do not remember what it opens.

35 : Free Space; Receiver's choice.

36 : A small block made of an unknown material.

37 : A bell tied to a piece of string that makes a remarkably loud sound.

38 : A mask that oddly resembles your enemy's/rival's face.

39 : A hand mirror that shows you the reflection of your enemy's/rival's face instead of your own.

40 : A pillbox with a single capsule left.

41 : A bioluminescent blue rose with a love note dedicated to you, but no mention of its sender.

42 : A piece of your childhood blanket that still smells like your old room.

43 : A worn out carnival toy that you wanted to win many, many years ago.

44 : A piece of expensive moonstone that originated from the moon.

45 : A piece of expensive sunstone believed to have originated from the sun itself.

46 : A sketchbook full of beautiful, detailed portraits of monsterous creatures.

47 : A notebook full of descriptions about an eldritch ritual that promises powers beyond imagination.

48 : An invitation to a formal dinner happening tonight, and the address is your house.

49 : A jar so dark that you cannot see its contents.

50 : An enamel pin of a dog.

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psychedelicstardust-gvf · 1 year ago

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Hazy Confessions | Part One

Moodboard here

Sam x Reader (College AU)

~1.5k words

18+ Minors DNI (no smut, but there's weed here)

Warnings: implied marijuana use, more warnings in future chapters

Posting a short first chapter for now so I don't bail on posting the rest later. I can't get the idea of smoking with Sam out of my head, so here's the product of that.

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Your first year of college has not gone at all how you expected it would so far. Before you moved across the country to Michigan for school, you never would have expected to be where you are. You expected to move out here and keep to yourself, maybe make a few surface-level friends to help in your classes, and overall, just stay on the down low until the end of the year.

In your first class of the fall semester, you found yourself sitting next to this eccentric boy about your age. He struck up a conversation with you immediately, telling you it was his first day as well, and asked if you wanted to hang out sometime. At first, you were hesitant, wanting to stick to your plan of not getting too attached, but after spending a few hours with him after class, you found yourself gravitating toward this boy you met. He even gave you a nickname, Flower, on the day you met because you had embroidered flowers all over your backpack.

Four months later, you consider Sam your best friend, and you two are rarely apart. You spend most of your free time with him, hanging out in your dorm after classes since it’s so close to campus, hanging at his apartment on the weekends, and occasionally sleeping over at each other’s places.

One thing in particular you love about your friendship with Sam is the weekly ritual you two started a month after meeting each other. Every Friday night, you show up at Sam’s door with a bag of snacks, dressed in comfy clothes, and an overnight bag in tow. You started sleeping over at Sam’s on the weekends because his apartment is surrounded by nature, and you like to escape the busy atmosphere of your on-campus dorm whenever possible.

So, like clockwork, Friday night rolls around and you are standing outside Sam’s door with all the supplies you gathered. Slinging your overnight bag and snack tote over your shoulder, you knock on the door. It only takes a few seconds for it to swing open, Sam bringing you into a hug as soon as you walk through the doorway. “Flower!” He squeezes you by the shoulders, “It’s been so long!”

You roll your eyes at his exclamation, having seen him earlier in the day on campus. “It’s literally been 4 hours, dumbass, now take these bags.”

“Of course, my lady,” he says, taking the bags and bowing exaggeratedly at you.

You giggle at him, then walk across the room to the corner his bed is pushed against and make yourself at home. You loved Sam’s apartment. It was a studio on the first floor of his building, nestled in a back corner with a view of the woods. It was a refreshing escape from the view at your apartment, which was mostly other concrete buildings and bustling students.

Sam placed your bags on his desk chair before picking up his laptop and opening a random streaming service. “Any requests?” he asks as he starts connecting the laptop to the small TV mounted on the wall above his desk.

“Nope, whatever you want Sammy boy, I’m not picky.” He gave you a small smile, which you return, and then he turns around to begin browsing for something to watch. In truth, you never really care what you all watch together, you just enjoying the time you spend together. There’s no doubt about the feelings you're harboring towards Sam, but there was no reason to make anything of them. You’ve been through this same situation before, where you catch feelings for a close friend, and they see you as nothing more than that. A friend. The friendship you have with Sam is so perfect, so easy, there’s no way you could let a fleeting crush ruin that.

“Okay,” Sam speaks up from his place at the desk, “how does Finding Nemo sound?” he asks, turning to face you with a little smirk adorning his lips.

“Sure, sounds good to me, I haven’t watched it in forever.” Smiling at you, he displays the movie on the TV rather than the small computer screen. You maneuver yourself around his bed, trying to find a comfortable position to watch the movie while also leaving room for him. When you finally settle into a comfy spot, you notice a small bag of weed sitting by his pillow before he can press play on the movie. “Ooh, Sammy, what’s this?” you ask, moving to pick up the bag.

He turns around to look at you, shrugging. “Oh, um, it’s just something I’ve been trying. Jake gave me some.” You notice him fiddling with his fingers in front of him, a slightly nervous demeanor now overtaking the relaxed one from a few moments ago. “I meant to put it away before you got here if I’m being honest.”

You feel confused by his statement. “Why is that?” you ask, feeling a tinge of sadness that he didn’t want to share this with you.

He moves across the small room, sitting next to you on the edge of his bed. “I don’t know, I guess I just didn’t know how you’d feel about it.” He gently takes the baggie from your hands, holding it in his lap.

You felt a wave of sympathy wash over you. “Sammy, I wish you didn’t feel like that, but I promise I’m fine with it.”

He finally looks up at you, a small smile on his lips. “Really?”

You put your hand on his knee and gave it a few pats, “Yes, really, why wouldn't I be?" You pause for a moment, trying to think of something to say. “How long have you been doing it?”

He didn’t answer for a few seconds, like he was trying to recall when he started. “Maybe a few weeks? I’m not really sure. Jake brought it up a while ago, but I was never really interested until recently.”

This time, you don’t respond for a while. The silence was far from awkward though. The two of you are very comfortable in each other’s presence. You finally speak up, “Will you show me how?”

He snaps his head to look at you, not expecting you to say that. “Um, yeah,” the nervous energy returned ever so slightly. “Are you sure? I mean you don’t have to if you don’t want to, and I wouldn’t say anything if you didn’t, no pressure-”

“Sammyyy,” you cut him off, “Stop overthinking so much. Relax, it’s just me.” You grab one of his shoulders, squeezing it reassuringly and give him a small smile.

He smiles back at you, then gets up off the bed to kneel in front of his nightstand. “Okay then let me just get some stuff ready.” He shuffled miscellaneous items around in the drawer before pulling out a pack of rolling papers, a grinder, a rolling tray, and his lighter. “I really only have this if that’s okay.” He moved to sit next to you again, crossing his legs under him and laying the items out between you two. You folded your own legs underneath yourself, now sitting facing Sam.

You had smoked weed before, but the last time you tried it was months back home with some friends from high school, and it wasn't exactly a smooth and efficient sesh. You barely remembered how to roll a joint, but you figure you could give it your best try if Sam was willing to share this experience with you. You pull the tray into your lap, pull a rolling paper out of the package, and reach for the baggie of weed Sam was holding between his fingers.

You could feel his hesitation, his body tense and unmoving. You could barely see him breathing. “Hey,” you put your hands on the bed in front of you and lean forward to meet his eyes, “It’s just me. Everything is fine, relax.”

“I’m sorry, I’m just nervous. I’ve never done this with anyone else. Don’t get me wrong, I’m glad it’s with you but I can’t help it.”

You felt a pang in your chest. This was a side of Sam you didn’t see very often. Sam is very confident and outgoing most of the time, knowing how to keep a conversation moving and scatter light jokes where they are appropriate. This Sam, anxious and insecure, was one that came out very rarely, and you felt lucky that he was comfortable letting this side of himself show around you.

In an attempt to calm his nerves, you moved over to lean against the wall his bed was pushed up against. You pat the space next to you and look at him with a gentle expression. “Come on, sit next to me. We’ll do this together.”

He seemed to relax at your gesture, crawling across the bed and plopping down next to you. You pulled the tray back into your lap and start to roll a joint.

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Part Two

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