#I'm honestly pretty content with that decorating job

[victorluvsalice]

-->That being said, it WAS a holiday, so while Victor was gathering the milk and eggs, Smiler and I were teaming up to get the house decorated! Because you can't have a Winterfest without it actually looking, you know, Winterfesty. :p Smiler of course used the decoration box to hang some nice icicle lights from the eaves and some garland on all the fences, while I put out most of the other items from their attic storeroom appropriate to the holiday. I admit, I didn't hang ALL the little paper garlands they had in there, but I put up enough to give the house an appropriately festive look, I feel!

At least, when you had the walls up. XD Yeah, uh, decorating is a bit difficult when you play with walls cutaway and most of them end up disappearing once you're back in that mode! But still -- at least the downstairs hallway had the right vibe with the doorway garlands and the string of holiday cards and the tree on the rug! And the outside looked pretty good with the nutcrackers and wooden deer and fancy garlands. :) Combined with the snow, we were festive as fuck. :p

-->However, being festive as fuck wasn't helping Alice with her Fury any -- despite meditating for a while, she was still in the danger zone. I figured that maybe the problem was the fact that she was still in her beast form and had her change back to human before settling in again on her stool --

THEN I saw Victor trying to eat some fruit pie before it was Grand Meal time, and was like, "Right -- YOU, go take Shadow for a walk, it's been a while, and YOU, Alice, you go have some Zoomies, that should reduce your Fury more and keep both of you occupied until it's TIME to eat." XD You gotta watch these Sims every minute, I swear...

-->But yes, Victor and Alice proceeded off into the snowy wastes, where Alice proceeded to have a very good Zoomies jog that REALLY lowered her Fury by a good amount, and Victor proceeded to do quite a lot of standing around while Shadow did that thing where she ran off in a random direction, stretching the leash to absurd lengths, before coming back again. At least we can't say that she didn't get her exercise! Smiler, for their part, kept busy by upgrading the upstairs shower to reduce shower times (you know, in case any of them actually take a shower instead of just relying on Victor's Scruberoo), then checking the hot trends on SimsTube. Video games were in, so Smiler fired up the old drone and recorded themselves playing some Sim Scuffle! Hopefully that will earn some nice royalties for the family.

-->Alice came back from her Zoomies first -- just in time to feed Toothy, who had the old cake tongue out to tempt passing Sims. She also emptied the trash around the place and cleaned all the spoiled food out of the fridge. I then had her entertain herself by playing with the kittens (Shock quite likes the laser pointer, as you can see), while I finally got Victor and Shadow to get off the nearby bridge and come home. Victor took a moment to search the pockets of the laundry in the hamper for goodies while Alice finished up kitten playtime and Smiler flew downstairs --

[maxs-grimoire]

Hey! Not sure if you take asks or not, but do you have any advice for a baby witch?

YES! First, asks are always open, and I appreciate you sending one! Secondly, of course I have some advice! Let's get into it!

(1) Decolonize your craft

Decolonizing your craft is essential to witchcraft. Making sure you don't take part in practices that are closed to you, and making sure that you don't use tools/methods/items that are sacred to cultures you aren't a part of is SO IMPORTANT!!! This is where I would recommend you to start your research. Here is an excellent article on what a closed practice is, but it doesn't go too deep into specific things that are closed. I think it's a good jumping off point.

Along with respecting and educating yourself on closed practices, knowing where your information is from and what biases that information may have (good or bad) is also important. This goes along with what materials you use and where they come from (is this ethically sourced, is this a closed item, who profits off of this item, etc.).

(2) RESEARCH A TON!!!

If you're on this blog, asking this question, you're doing this! Good job! If you search "BOS" on my blog, or click -> here , you can go to my "book of shadows" tag, and see lists of ways to start your own book of shadows (aka a ton of things to research and write down)

(3) Write everything down

Going along with that last sentence, write. stuff. down! Your craft will change and grow, and even if you're just writing what you learn in your phones notes app, you will be so happy that you have that later on. It's great to see where you came from and how far you've come, and who knows, you may need that one sigil you made 3 months ago, or maybe that random spell you wrote down ages ago is exactly what you need in your current situation. Just write things down, you'll thank yourself for it later.

(4) Don't feel like you need to fit into a box

This one is very important as well! Social media witches and pretty instagram witchcraft isn't how your craft is most likely not how your practice will look, especially not when starting out. Don't force yourself to have the most perfect altar, with allllll of these beautiful, expensive tools, and all the witchy clothes and decorations, etc. etc. etc. You honestly don't need anything but your intention to do witchcraft. Don't worry about having an "aesthetic" practice. It really isn't realistic for most people.

Also, witch "types" aren't set in stone. You don't only have to be a Green Witch, or only a Hearth Witch, or only a Sea Witch. These are just fun categories, and you don't need to commit to one or the other. I consider them mostly just tags that witches use to see the kinds of content they want to see, or to categorise themselves so others know their favorite things in their practice. If you NEED a label, but can't decide, "eclectic" is an easy thing to slap onto your practice that is all encompassing while still being labeled.

These are my biggest advice points. If anyone wants more, I'm sure I can think of more, I just wanted to get this out because I was excited to get an ask, haha.

Anyways, happy witching!

[tagsecretsanta]

From @lenfantdeverone

From @lenfantdeverone to @knyee

My prompts were:

- Gordon - Grinch costume - Christmas decors

"We're almost done here!" Virgil exclaimed, pretty content with their work so far. He smiled to himself for a moment, deciding where to put the next ornament on the Christmas tree.

"Great job guys, honestly the tree looks fantastic." Scott stared at their newest creation for a moment, a proud smirk on his face. "Alan, are you ready to put the star on top?"

"Of course I'm ready!" The youngest brother was already stepping onto the high stole, his eldest carefully supporting him.

"Careful with that, you almost made me drop the ornaments!" John scoffed, his tone playful rather than annoyed. He was wearing one of his silly Christmas sweaters.

"MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!" Gordon yelled cheerfully, suddenly appearing into the living room, a wide smile on his face and a thick coat of green make up on his face.

"What the-?!" Scott almost tripped on his own feet when he saw the eccentric make up on his brother’s face.

"Do you like it? Penny helped me out!" Gordon smiled joyfully, earning a loving chuckle from his brothers. "I'm not here to ruin Christmas though, I brought more gifts for everyone!"

[larcenywrites]

You wrote daddy stark content but I'm craving more 🫠 how about a hcs with daddy stark being absolutely in love with his wife's big belly, kissing and all that cute things, and then absolutely in love with his baby boy (yes, he's a boy daddy, change my mind), cuddling him and talking with that cute voice, basically cute and cuddly husband and daddy stark 🥹🥹🥹

I thought you meant daddy as in, ya know, Daddy, at first 🤧 But I’m still on board 🙌 He deserves to have more family content ❤ And yes on this blog he has two sons and I won’t be taking criticism💅

More Pregnancy/Family Headcanons ❤️

Warnings: no specific genders/pronouns used for reader | some mild pregnancy references in the beginning

💠He was already excited, but once you start showing, and when it's suddenly rolling and kicking -he's rolling and kicking- in there, he's practically glued to your side for a while! He's already so in love with his son, and it's obvious he can't wait any longer because most nights he's curled up next to your tummy before bed, or buried in your chest with a hand trying to feel those kicks that he usually catches too late 🥺

💠Aaaaand when you start showing, he goes full on into every mode you can think of! Dad Mode, Protective Mode, Overly Affectionate Mode, you name it.

💠It just suddenly feels more real and sudden, and he's realizing that maybe this house isn't the best place for his baby. It wasn't necessarily designed with a family in mind, after all 😅 But with the help of JARVIS, he can figure out a few ways to baby-proof this place a little better! But then even he's fumbling to practice unlocking those baby-proof locks, and after testing out a few child locks on JARVIS and his answers, he might accidentally get himself kicked out of admin privileges and still runs into a few issues where he can't get a question answered or a query run because it's considered "dangerous" 😭 It's not technically perfect, but he'll settle for Stark proof! Surely if he can't get into it, neither could his kid, right?

💠 You're pretty sure he's more excited than you to work on the nursery! He's just excited to be involved in something he never thought he would be! And just wants to go above and beyond before baby is even born 🥺 and make sure he'll already have the best of everything!

💠 You'll probably end up in very silly arguments, and honestly let Tony just have his way for this one. He did design this house, so surely he can do a decent job on the room! He's having a crisis on step one: the color scheme 😔 He wants a more "gender neutral" color, but there are too many shades of yellows and greens! You'll have to help him out, and calm him down… a newborn is not going to be picky about whether his room is mint green or vanilla yellow 🤧

💠 He's very proud when he gets it painted and hangs some pretty white curtains over the window! "What do you think?" He asks very excitedly, resting his hands on either side of your belly and kissing the top of your head. It's still empty other than a white wooden crib that hasn't been put together yet, its pieces scattered in the corner, but it's coming together. "It's cute." You smile back at him, sliding your hands up and down his forearms encouragingly. He leans in for a quick kiss before looking down. "What do you think, junior?" You giggle when he bends down to kiss your stomach, pressing a cheek to you and waiting a few moments as if listening. He hums in thought and looks around. "The ceiling needs something cute."

💠You try to help him out, but he might be a little overbearing. You find some cute dragonfly string lights, trying to hang them up while he surprisingly struggles with the crib. But he's probably struggling because he's too busy keeping an eye on you on that ladder, but he doesn't want to kick you out either because you're having fun decorating too :(

💠Honestly anything you do gives him half a heart attack! You're pregnant, not dying 🙄 though it may feel like you are sometimes If you need any help, he's there! And if you don't, he's still there! Depending on what it is, he might just do it for you and convince you to rest, especially the further along you get. It doesn't matter how much you protest, but hands cupping your cheeks and a few forehead kisses oughta calm you down! And if it doesn't, he'll give your lips a nice long smooch next. Can't be so huffy when you're out of breath, after all 😌 And he can be pretty convincing 😉

💠If you're going out, so is he! If he's not around, someone's going with you. He's always been a little overprotective, but now you're very pregnant and also kinda, ya know, married to Iron Man, so you can probably see where all of that protectiveness comes from

💠But don't worry! When you do go out, he's not some paranoid bodyguard constantly on the lookout. He is always on the lookout for more stuff to put in the nursery, though! You might have to stop him from getting yet another stuffed animal to clutter the little wardrobe with, but you can stop him from getting that cute little outfit he spotted!

💠And speaking of not being around, he hates being gone! For a number of reasons. But once he's home, he's all over you. Your tummy always gets kisses right after you, but eventually you'll become second in line for kisses, sorry 😇 You both get goodnight and good morning kisses, and sometimes he'll talk all about the mission he just went on as if reciting an epic tale, and it won't ever fail to make you laugh. He's working on his bedtime story skills, okay!

💠Your usual cuddle positions might have to get a little rearranged for a while, especially towards the end, but as long as he can keep a hand on your belly and have easy kissing access to your cheek or your hair he's fine! It's harder for you to get comfortable than for him, and harder to snuggle into his chest like you probably used to :/

💠And by the time you get around 32 weeks, he's making it very loud and clear that he should only be called in an emergency, especially if you've already gotten a due date. And to please try and leave him alone for at least a few weeks afterward 😪

💠And once he is born, Tony hardly lets him out of his sight (and his arms). The two were already the best of friends even when he was kicking his father from the womb, but they're pretty inseparable!

💠You all definitely get into a schedule. You take certain shifts, and Tony takes certain shifts. Tony takes any of the late nights and early mornings. He's probably already awake anyway, and he wakes up pretty quickly too, so he doesn't mind!

💠Well, he says he doesn't mind, but he's always pretty exhausted. You'll often find them both asleep by the time you wake up. Your son is always bundled up in one of the many blankets around here and peacefully curled on his father's chest. If you can't find them, they're likely in the lab! Until he starts to reach out to touch things and starts crawling around, that is… He hates to kick out his lab buddy, but this isn't exactly the safest area for a baby to be wandering around 😞

💠Sometimes he'll find the two of you asleep, too (or maybe you're just resting your eyes- you didn't fall asleep, really!) , and it's definitely one of his favorite things to see ❤️ If you're on the sofa or maybe even in bed, he's 100% just snuggling into you too! He's wrapping an arm over yours and giving both of you a little kiss before nosing into your neck. He's probably also falling asleep, especially if he's just come home. And now you have two babies 😇 If you're in the recliner in the nursery, he'll carefully give you both a kiss and take baby from you to put to bed. And then he has to wake you up to get you to bed... but surely he can make up for it, though😌😉

💠 He'll love it just as much if you curl up with them, too! Though, sometimes he'll get a little cramped, but he doesn't want to disturb either of you :( You're both too cute for him to move you aside 🥰

💠They also blow kisses to each other before Tony leaves 🥺 And if you're holding him when he comes in for a hug, he'll try to grab at dad's shirt or neck to be held. Tony will always hold him for a minute or two, but he can only stick around for a few more cheek kisses before he has to go :( You all hate when he leaves, and it's hard on you all. Your son knows dad put him into his crib at night, and is always the one getting him up in the morning.

💠But as soon as Tony is home, the house is always full of cooing and laughter from both of them. You're pretty sure Tony tells the best jokes in baby talk, but too bad neither of you understands it! His dad is always messing with him, too, but at least he thinks it's funny! Tony is always bouncing those tiny feet and blowing raspberries. When he starts to reach out to touch dad's face, Tony very sweetly kisses the hand trying to grab his nose and poke his cheeks. Until he starts poking him in the eye 😪 and your son thinks it's hilarious when he replies with an ow and starts shaking his little arm

💠Just as you always gave Tony a heart attack while pregnant, he's probably going to give you a heart attack with your baby. As soon as he can hold his head up, Tony is out there with him in the pool! Holding him of course, but he will literally be throwing him in the air and catching him 😰 They're both having a great time, at least! But you might not be 🤧 And when he's still really small, Tony will just carry him around in the crook of one arm, and will even continue to work, and bend, and walk- even in public. It probably looks like he's being a bit careless, but he's really not! And besides, you know from experience how comfortable and secure those strong arms can be 😌

💠And do we even need to mention the lab? You'll have plenty reason to be wary of it, but sometimes Tony likes to have company down there. When he's not blowing stuff up, of course! Plus, he's always busy, and might not get as much time with him as you usually do, so how could you say no? Tony is actually pretty responsible! You can trust him not to get into anything too flammable! Not around the baby, at least...

💠Tony spoils the hell out of him without meaning too. Tony might be able to rock him pretty often and bounce him on his leg, but when Tony is gone, you don't tend to have that luxury. Putting him back into his bouncers can be a nightmare, but keeping him swaddled to your chest or back will satiate him if you can get by! Don't worry: it doesn't work out in Tony's favor, either. Sometimes he's busy, but he can't help but bend to his son's will and keep him in his arms. He can't stand the crying anyway, and he may also need him quiet while he's on a pretty important phone call 😅 Sometimes he can hand him off to you, but sometimes you're busy or gone! He'll struggle with properly doing it at first, but he'll pick up on what you do: swaddle him in a blanket and tie it around your chest and/or back. Baby is secured and happy! And it leaves your hands free to keep working. It's probably a little funny to see him walking around the lab with his son on his back, but it works! It also seems to help put him to sleep, at least 😮‍💨

💠When he really starts to babble more, you'll probably be wondering who tf Tony is talking to. He'll just straight up talk to his infant son like an adult, but he does answer, to be fair. You'll hear him in the kitchen talking about air fryers and agreeing with that nonsensical babbling (our son says we need an air fryer, btw), or he might be complaining about a character in a show and he'll act just as outraged 😂 He'll even mimic the hand motions! It's quite adorable, and there will be no doubt about which mini-me he is 🥰

[humblemooncat]

Primal

Ah yes, Eros' home turf. Time to round this out with the last of the addresses! <3

Per request, we're saving Exodus for last. Which works just perfectly for me. :3c

@zoroarkthief - Primal, Famfrit | Shirogane W13, P38

Though the placard says it's under renovation, what I did get to see was very charming! There were a lot of cleverly-placed items that made the space so unique and fun!

For example, I had no idea the faerie table fit so well in the Sharlayan sink basin! It looks so pretty together!

I also had a toot around the rooms available, and was wowed by all of them! The layouts of each were very nice, and they all had their own charms! <3

@katarh-mest - Primal, Lamia | Lavender Beds W5, P6

Okay. I am absolutely FLOORED by the interior here.

The designer did an absolutely stellar job on every facet of it. The idea of a cityscape leading to an elevator for all the residents is such a good one! And it was executed flawlessly, I feel! This FC has been spoiled, honestly!

I didn't pop into the rooms since they weren't mentioned, but will absolutely come back to if I get the okay!

@wind-up-nhaama - Primal, Leviathan | Lavender Beds W22, P27

Pendants Suite!!

I've been meaning to visit ever since I saw your post about it, and I'm so glad I finally get the chance to!

This place was so well-decorated, and really gives a nice spin on the Pendants suite we're so graciously gifted in ShB. It had such a cozy, homey feel while still sticking to the aesthetic we know and love from the Crystarium.

10/10, amazing set I'd recommend any of my fellow Shadowbringers fans to come visit!

@sae-mian - Primal, Exodus | Lavender Beds W17, P44

I didn't spend a stupidly long time outside doting Minasha, idk what you're on about...

Honestly, I'm surprised I haven't snooped around your houses already. xD

Both of the sets in your house are so lovely! I love all the greenery and water features! And the balcony area downstairs is so pretty! The dim lighting also lends itself really well to the atmosphere.

I might just come pose here every so often, they're beautiful backdrops!

Lavender Beds W17, Lily Hills Wing 1, Apt 89

I didn't expect to cry today.

This is a beautiful tribute, and I am so sorry for your loss. I've paid my respects. <3

If anyone wishes to visit - and I urge you to do so, it's beautiful - all that's asked of you is that you be respectful of the space.

Goblet W25, P35, Room 1

Oh, hey! I live here too! Have a lala Eros for the house itself. :3c

As for the room; It's very cozy! I like the simple two-tiered layout of it, and the knickknacks littered about the space which make it look lived-in. It seems like the perfect place to come hang out after a long day. <3

Just mind the fireplace. It's infested with rabbits. ;3c

And thank you, @sae-mian for coming to be part of the last picture. I hope 'Sae's *totally unrelated burns* heal up soon. <3

♥♥♥ - Primal, Exodus | Goblet W25, P35, Room 66

Whew, that was a LOT of houses-

What do you mean we're not done??

I figured, while I was in the house, I might direct everyone to Eros' room as well!

It's meant to be his little personal space in the Burrows where he entertains guests or simply rests with his husband.

Once I'm able to get him a home of his own, it will be an occasion, as I see Heimir being the type of Carpenter main husband to literally build his man a house. Until then, though, he's content in his little space. <3

And with that, we end out this housing crawl!

Primal had some real heavy-hitters, I'm impressed! Thank you all for allowing me into your beautiful homes!

And now to go compile all these loose posts for ease of perusing. <3

[lilypadding]

Hii! I haven’t really been active here for some time sooo how are you? How have you been? :)

HIIII!!! honestly I haven't been very active here either, I just hop in every so often. I should go back to the time when this was my #1 social media cause that was a lot easier to digest than twitter LOL

(this ended up being longer than i thought so I added a read-more)

I've been okay generally, I feel like I'm in a bit of a transitory period in my life where I'm trying new things and attempting to get myself to chase dreams that feel very far away. I just recently got on my Summer break from school, so I'm grateful for that! I was planning on taking another summer course, but I dropped it last second because it's technically not a requirement

I posted a random scene that I've been wanting to post on AO3 because I wrote it a while ago, it's basically an AU where Nagito is a fem musician and the whole premise is that she's popular (and so is the rest of the DR cast and some others, like just generally a fame AU cause I dig the idea so much) but it hasn't gotten many interactions since it primarily involves a rare-pair. (I've been so into Taylor Swift's music and her rise to stardom, it's been a recent fixation for me so I completely blame that on that AU/snippet of a fic.)

I have SOOOO many fanfics sitting in my documents of this rare pair, like 99% of them have fem nagito, and it mainly stemmed as an "inside joke" between my partner and I but now it's like second language to us and it's this weird thing where this version of fem nagito feels more like an OC if anything, cause the more deviations you take from canon the more creative liberty you impose on them and all that. I always feel a little bit like I'm lying when I post that content, because I love writing canon Nagito and writing him as accurately as I can muster because I'd like to think I do a good job, but then I remind myself that fanfic is entirely optional and I may as well post things that feel completely unique to me and even "out of character" because what's the harm in it? most sensible people will just click off if they don't like it.

Like, I posted this fic titled "3 years different*" on AO3 which was ANOTHER rarepair AU fem-nagito thing (Like, a different AU to the musician AU one) which, again, stemmed between my partner and I and I didn't expect anyone to read it and enjoy it but I got a pretty nice comment on the second chapter that warmed my heart and made me feel like posting was slightly worth it.

and I just love the rare-pair and I love my version of fem nagito that has shifted and grown - and while it's SO much fun to kinda have a little fandom AU between my partner and i, it gets sooo lonely being the only 2 people who are a fan of this hyper specific fandom-amalgamation we created??? like I'm only touching on it lightly here but THE LORE we made runs ridiculously deep, I've considered what a video-essay on it would look like trying to cover EVERYTHING and it would be A MESSS but it's so fun

in my personal life I've just been filling my time with animal crossing, I don't know if you're anything like this but I swing between all of my previous fixations when I don't find a new one and I just ping-pong between getting really sucked into one thing to another. like, a few months ago I was OBSESSEDDD with the sims 2. before that I think it was stardew valley. Now I'm back on animal crossing. I finally have a Switch so I've been decorating my island from SCRATCH for the first time ever, it's fun but I also find myself running out of ideas so quickly so I end up running around my island aimlessly wondering what I should do. I love building on animal crossing with long-form youtube content in the back.

I also want to start doing fan edits again!! I used to be really into it in 2020 (I Wonder why with the state of the world then), but I'm trying really hard to dabble more because playing around in After Effects and making transitions is genuinely a lot of fun. I hope i get into it more consistently

I'm also looking forward to a concert that I'm going to with my partner soon! I've never been to a concert so it'll be my first! I'm excited to dress up and hopefully know the words to the band !!

IDK why I'm just rambling LOL I got so excited to see this question in my ask! You're so sweet for reaching out and asking!! How have you been?!?! I want to know!!

[woolieshubris]

my tamagotchi UNI review:

im so sorry its going to be long...

TL;DR it's good :3 if u want a color tamagotchi and don't mind spending 60 dollars (about what you'd pay for an after market tamagotchi ON/MEETS) i'd highly recommend it!

full review below cut

Aesthetics:

Let's be honest, the aesthetics make sense, but are still a tad disappointing none the less. they are going for a more gender neutral vibe this time around + trying to make it more similar to the way that the original tamagotchi shells look, rather than going for the hyperfem aesthetic, which I can appreciate. I just wish they made them more interesting. give me my glitter!!!!!!!!

Form Factor:

It is very much built to be played with the watch case on. Not a bad idea- but outside of the case, the buttons stick out quite a bit. I just hope they produce an official case that doesn't have the watch band attached- I'd love to be able to clip it onto my belt loop! I'm sooooo glad they continued with the rechargable battery, because it makes it so much smaller and better. It's even smaller than the smart- which to be honest, I wasn't expecting.

Engineering:

I'm so fucking glad they brought back the 3 buttons. They make it so much easier to navigate the menus. I got pretty used to the Pix's touch capacitive buttons though, and I wouldn't have minded them here- but I do understand that they were extremely hit or miss with people. (I do miss being able to do swipe gestures though. I guess that just means I need to play with the pix more.) I'm honestly incredibly glad they didn't do the touch screen here, because after playing with my smart for about a year on and off, the screen gets really dirty really fast. (not to mention the discoloration.) I'm also glad that on the official tamagotchi shell they didn't include any silicone- this pretty much solves the discoloration issue, and I hope that they sell more watch bands in even more colors. I dislike the placement of the lanyard/charm hole, I never really liked it being on the back, it should be on the side- otherwise it has a tendency to hit things, but I can understand putting it there. I do wish they upped the speaker quality though, the 16 dollar gigapet shouldn't have better speakers than the 60 UNI. I'll probably turn off the sound after a while. The speakers do their job regardless, since the tamagotchi has continued to stick to their guns and not have it play any noise other than beeps at various pitches. ALSO. USB C CHARGING IS A GAME CHANGER FOR REAL.

UI Design/Region:

The fact that this tamagotchi is not region locked is amazing. all tamagotchi UNI's share the same programming, and on startup you can pick whatever language and whatever server you want. The menus are pretty simple and not confusing, and I like a lot of the choices they made. It's not my favorite UI from a tamagotchi, but it's perfectly serviceable.

Gameplay:

It's cute! It's tamagotchi gameplay. Seems like they brought a bunch of fan favorite features back- having pets, marriages ect. I also like that each tamagotchi has a specific personality that you help them develop. I think that's really sweet. Also, being able to hold 4 accessories at once is a great way to be able to decorate the tamagotchi! I like that they added more places to go- the pix was really missing that. The games are fun and interesting, and I really like the way they use the gyroscope in some games. The growth chart seems like theres elements we haven't discovered yet which cause certain characters, so I'm curious as to see how it pans out. There's still a lot of mystery surrounding the gameplay!

Online Functionality:

The online functionality is scary to me, since I'm worried about the ability to push out updates. I haven't run into any bugs, so it seems like it'll mostly be used to push content updates? But I'm not entirely sure. I do like having the codes be exclusive, (I'm sure the modding scene will be able to find ways to automatically hack in certain items) because the PIX's QR code system made me a little bit sad with how easy it was to get any item in the game. It seems like there are also more items in this game as well. I do think the online functionality could be a really useful gateway for the modding scene, and the fact that the tamagotchi can download updates and items from the internet (not just backgrounds like the ON/Meets) is super exciting. I'm very excited to see what comes next. It is slightly worrying that bandai could in theory patch out any modding/hacking entrances, but also this is bandai we are talking about and they only really care about each tamagotchi model for about 2-3 years before phasing it out. (Though to be fair the Pix and Smart were smaller releases- they kept support for the Meets for 4 years)

OVERALL REVIEW: it's good :3 if u are a tamagotchi fan and have the money it's a must buy imo! I can def see it becoming a fan favorite down the line, esp if they release some extra lines with fun designs.

[luesmainblog]

aight so for years i have said "Kawaii is a punk movement" because of the Ideology behind it, but by this chart, it's a lot closer to grunge. Essentially, Kawaii began as a rebellious move from young japanese girls. i'm summarizing this post and this article but basically in the 1970s schools had to start banning an overly-cutesy way of writing that girls had developed thanks to the fine-writing ability of the mechanical pencil. students would add hearts, stars, and other little shapes to their characters, the same way girls in the states might dot their i's with little hearts. As cute as it was, a lot of teachers found it SUPER illegible, and it got banned. some students were even expelled for continuing to use it!

this cutesy, rounded style of writing, called marui-ji, was picked up by companies and local businesses that thought they might be able to appeal to this side of girls. and honestly, it Did, in a major way.

the thing about being a girl in japan is a lot of them find it very stiffling, especially as they get older. you're expected to grow into a fine, polite young woman, get married, probably get a respectable boring job, and throw away all the childish princesshood of your childhood. choosing to Embrace that cutesy bubble world instead if a form of rebellion against those societal expectations; why SHOULD i become boring just because i'm growing up? what EXACTLY is wrong with being soft and sweet and pink and sparkly? why, PRECISELY, am i "too old" for princesses and tea parties and brightly-colored sweets? it's a mixture of rebelling against japan's strict comformity culture(the nail that sticks out gets the hammer, as they say), and against the larger problem in developed countries of Femininity being looked down on and seen as lesser; by being Kawaii, you are being LOUDLY feminine, in the most childish, standouty way possible. and if that weren't already a bit feminist for you, there's also an appeal against the expectation that femininity must inherently be for the attraction of men. Kawaii, especially subsubcultures within it such as Decora and Lolita, take a LOT of effort; it's a look that very obviously took HOURS to put together, while also being very, VERY obviously not meant to be sexy. not that nobody's ever found a way to fetishize it, but that base concept of dressing up like a princess in a little girl's story book is pretty unsexy, and for a lot of people, that's the point. and of course this appeal of embracing femininity and going against the grain is also MASSIVELY true for boys who engage in kawaii.

it should also be noted that marui-ji was popularizing around the same time that we were seeing the Gyaru subculture("Girly", more of less), which nowadays is largely considered within the same branch as kawaii. we likely wouldn't have kawaii if it weren't for gyaru.

and, as is common for alt subcultures, kawaii also has its appeal within queer communities; i've seen many a trans person, girl boy and enby alike, embrace kawaii because of that rebellious and highly feminine nature. many trans women find it's an excellent way to try and recapture the girlhood they missed out on, while many trans men find it a comfortable enviornment to embrace the girly shit they grew up with and still enjoy while still being seen as A Boy. it's also an easier place to be a boy if you're small and cute, which many trans guys still are in the early stages of their transition. there's also a decent chunk of lesbians to be found, with yuri content often drawing from kawaii culture.

and, just like basically every other alt subculture, it's been commodofied to hell by businesses looking to make a quick buck.

-w-" remember, y'all, making your own decorations with some polymer clay and cheapo hair pins is JUST as cute as the ten pack you found at the mall!! and speaking of, like many of the cultures mentioned up top, Malls are one of the best place for kawaii to thrive, at least in the united states. besides food courts being a great spot for unreserved meetups, the general space of capitalism trying to appeal to as many demographics as its able means that you'll always find a spot you fit in; particularly, shops that mainly appeal to tweens such as Claires and Justice. and hot topic. there is a LOT of kawaii shit at hot topic.

long story short, hyperfeminine subcultures like kawaii, gyaru, barbies and bimbos all have their place at the table of alt subcultures alongside punk, grunge, goths and emos. (wonder what the underlying ideology of scene is meant to be... society sucks so i'm just gonna be me? idk) and if we're defining grunge as "i'm opting out of societal expectations", i would DEFINITELY say that kawaii falls under that line of thinking :3

I was thinking recently about how "alt" subcultures are so aestheticized now but they used to be much more about your societal views than the clothes you wore or even the bands you listened to, and my brain connected some dots. Idk if this is anything

[tauforged]

Is it worth it to get fishes as pets as someone who works a lot and often? I want a pet because I feel lonely sometimes, but since I work over 40 hours a week (and it's a stressful job) I don't want any animal to get depression or feel lonely because I'm not there that often. I've never taken care of fishes and I don't know if it's worth it (I'm asking before I turn an aquarium into an underwater cemetery).

it can depend greatly on the fish and the setup you have, but most aquatic critters don’t really care too much one way or another about us outside of the tank — i’ve had several fish that have hated me in fact LMAO but never experienced a fish getting Lonely or becoming stressed solely because i wasn’t around much. as long as their needs are met, generally they’ll be chill with whatever. the starting-up process of a tank can be a bit of an investment, but once everything is well established, a small amount of regular maintenance will have it pretty much self sustaining!

my honest personal recommendation would be to look into cherry shrimp! with the right conditions they can establish healthy breeding colonies in aquaria that will repopulate as older individuals die off, so you never really have to worry about them all disappearing at once (you can technically go as low as 3 gallons of volume with these guys, but i personally wouldn’t try less than 5 unless you’re really really pressed for space. the larger the tank, the easier it is to keep stable!) they have a low bioload and will forage off live plants and driftwood (they do best in planted tanks for this reason), so they usually don’t need much supplemental feeding to thrive. they’re very cute and loads of fun to observe, and they come in an insane variety of colors and patterns too! i’ve never really had any react to my presence much at all, they’re just as content to pick their way around the tank with or without me watching. some varieties can be a bit pricier than others, ornamental shrimp breeding is a huge market, but red ones are usually the cheapest and honestly a classic. cant go wrong there! they’re very relaxing to watch though and the babies are ADORABLE once they start popping up. they swim around quite a bit too, so there’s always lots more movement in the tank than you might expect!

there are some fish that definitely seem to ENJOY human company (back when i worked at a pet store, i got the most interactive behavior from goldfish, cichlids, and bettas) but even they don’t exactly suffer from LACK of attention in terms that they’ll get stressed or upset about if. as long as there’s plenty of decorations in their tank to hide in or explore, and they have roommates (if they’re the type of fish that benefits from that. some like to be alone!) they usually don’t suffer for lack of enrichment much at all. back when i had bettas, i used to shake things up by rearranging or swapping out their decorations every couple of weeks so they’d have a new tank layout to explore, or adding / removing something new like a cheap little novelty decoration from work or something. there are also some fish that genuinely don’t care all too much about their environment and are just content to exist, though, so again, it all depends.

i totally understand where you’re coming from - having animals around just helps a lot sometimes, especially when you’re dealing with a high stress job! if you do decide to get a tank, i wish you the best of luck and i hope you have lots of fun with whatever little buddies you decide on :)

[fizzingwizard]

Quick little post about the new sims kits

I haven't played with them yet because I did the update, then read that a lot of people are having issues with their sims looking weird... and I was hoping another update would come out to fix it but xP

Assuming that gets fixed sooner rather than later... Well, I wasn't planning to buy these kits. I didn't think the basement one would be for me, since I never make basements. The greenhouse one seemed up my alley until I got a look at the contents. It's mostly pots. Empty pots that you can't put anything in. So, yeah, I was thinking, well, they're kits, they're money grabs. I've bought some but others I leave.

But then I saw the open windows... and those were nice, but nicer STILL, the greenhouse kit comes with a screen door and window!! Yeah my excitement is ridiculous lol. I have this dream of a house with a screened in veranda. (Because I love big verandas but grew up with very buggy summers lol) Now I can finally make a real one in sims, instead of pretending with the tinted windows. (Spa Day ones didn't do a great job, but Eco Lifestyle had some options. But the greenhouse kit ones are more what I want)

So yeah, I bought it. Bought the basement one as well because why not, shabby is chic. I'm going to see if I can maneuver some furniture so that I can have the mattress out but cover up the heart-shaped frame pieces *cough*

What I am sad about though is that the greenhouse kit in particular is just a decor kit. I really would have liked some functionality. Not even new functionality - but we have only one flower arranging table, despite several gardening-related tables that are nonfunctional. Why couldn't the new table be for flower arranging? And why are none of the planters functional? Honestly I'd have been over them moon if the kit brought just one new plant... No, I'd have been satisfied with even less: how about nonfuctional, decor-only greenhouse PLANTS? Like, we have strawberries and stuff in the game, but they dont' look good. They're from base game which is a decade old and the graphics show it. I would LOVE decorative greenhouse plant varieties to just make gardening prettier, even if the functioning plants don't change a bit.

Yeah, the truth is, kits suck. I don't mind paying just to have some things I like rather than bogging down my game with gameplay I don't want because I like the build/buy. But that's now how it's gone down. We hardly ever get gameplay kits. Most of the CAS kits don't interest me either. With the decor kits, there's often one or two items that draw me in (obs the windows in this one), but I'm always happy to have more stuff to personalize my sims' homes. It is just pretty to look at, though, it can't replace gameplay. Despite the many changes made with Growing Together, I haven't found them to have much of an impact, and things I think would be better in order to just make the game more fun - the pack refreshes which disappeared after just one, better graphics for gardening etc, more variety of instruments, water lots outside of Sulani - are things which have been discussed and hoped for but rarely ever happen. Here's hoping though - Growing Together did show a lot of thought about what the game is, even if I haven't noticed the changes influencing my game all that much.

[imthebadguyyy]

hi darling! i just wanted to ask for a small little blurb for me because it’s my birthday tomorrow, if that’s alright? it’s okay if you don’t want to though

happy happy happy birthday to you darling!! i hope you have the loveliest day, and im sending you a biiiggg virtual hug and love <33 ❤️

Purple Frosting

pairing - lewis hamilton x reader

fandom - f1

summary - you have a special birthday morning 💜

turning over in your bed, you became duly aware of the empty space next to you, finding the spot where'd you usually find lewis's warm body cold and empty. blinking slowly, you opened your eyes, stretching with a slight groan as you felt your body slowly wake up.

looking over to the clock in the room, you noticed that it was only seven in the morning, and you huffed in annoyance, it was way too early in the morning, plus, your loverboy was missing. feeling a little too comfortable to actually get out of bed, you closed your eyes again, the warm blankets lulling you into a doze.

in the kitchen, roscoe looked at his dad in pure confusion. in the past two hours, he had seen his dad swear, groan, and repeatedly mutter "you should not have picked today to let your creativity flow" under his breath. he was confused as to why his dad was awake so early, and also why the kitchen was covered in what looked like... snow??

cursing again, lewis hissed sharply as he touched the hot oven pan. sighing, he shoved his hand under the cold water, shaking his head at his stupidity. with his other hand, he continued mixing food coloring into a bowl of icing, dipping his finger into the bowl to taste.

when he had done a somewhat decent job of decorating, he stood back to admire his artwork. for a non-proffessional, it looked pretty good.

placing the cake onto a tray, he placed a jar of flowers and a little jewelry box on as well, before quietly making his way up to your shared bedroom.

poking his head in, he could see that you were still asleep, he tiptoed in, setting the tray down on the bedside table, before gently crawling next to you, nuzzling his head into your neck.

softly, he pressed kisses to your neck, moving up to your cheeks, your nose, and finally your forehead.

"happy birthday darling" he whispered, watching as your eyes fluttered open, a sleepy smile spreading across your face.

"it's my birthday?" you murmured, still sleepy, feeling lewis's chest vibrate as he chuckled. "did you forget your own birthday darling? how very.. you of you" he chuckled, leaning in to rub his nose against yours.

after a moment of basking in your sleepy frame, he leaned over to grab the tray, making you gasp as you noticed its contents.

"you baked me a CAKE?!" on your own too!!" you giggled, pressing a kiss to his nose.

"it's not the best but-" "no i love it, it puts all other cakes to shame!" you exclaimed, making him laugh again.

"i'm glad you think so. roscoe was very disapproving" he said, wagging his finger at the doggo as he did. "you disapproved of dad's efforts at baking, huh?" you laughed, pulling roscoe in for a quick cuddle.

hopping out of bed, you brushed your teeth quickly, before hopping back in to enjoy a slice of your cake.

"it honestly looks really good, I'm very impressed" you remarked, leaning in to kiss him on the lips.

"only the average-best for my love!" he winked, making you laugh again.

he sang happy birthday, as you cut into the cake, before picking up a slice and offering it to him. somewhat apprehensive, he leaned it, before raising his eyebrows as he chewed on it.

"not to sound too cocky but damn that's a pretty good cake" he remarked, watching your reaction as your bit into your own slice.

"wow, that's actually really good, I'm proud of you baby!" you said, leaning in to kiss him again, but lewis stopped you halfway, and you gasped in shock when the cold, purple frosting made contact with your cheek, mouth falling open in shock when lewis's cheeky eyes looked into yours, his fingers still smearing frosting onto your cheek.

"lewis hamilton, you are a dead man walking" you deadpanned, squealing when he tackled you into the covers again.

"happy birthday darling. i love you" he whispered, smiling at you softly.

"i love you too baby. thank you for my cake, i loved it" you whispered, watching as he leaned in.

closing his eyes, lewis leaned in closer to give you a proper kiss, gasping in shock when he felt cold icing being smeared on his nose.

he looked up to see a mischievous grin on your face, finger still covered in frosting.

"now we're even baby"

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

a/n - i hope you liked it vi, you deserve all the love ♥︎ for reference, lets pretend by some miracle that this was the cake he managed to bake lol! i hope you have a lovely day ♥︎ im sorry it was short, ill write you a another one when im feeling a bit better ❤

[katsukissleepybean]

Daichi’s Neighbor (1/2)

Yandere!Daichi Sawamura x M!Reader

Hii!! So- This turned out longer than i thought it would. But nonetheless I hope you enjoy! I'm sorry if it is boring or to long- ee i'm honestly really nervous lmao :D

Anyway- uhm ye enjoy?

- Do not copy or translate my work without permission please -

Keys:

[Y/n] - Your Name [L/n] - Last Name [G/n] - Guardian Name [E/c] - Eye Color [H/c] - Hair Color [S/t] - Skin Tone [R/s] - Random Sport

!!Warnings!!: blood - knives - murder (if I missed any please tell me asap! And I apologize in advance for if I did)

Daichi was pretty much used to his little walk to school. Having his earbuds in and listen to his favorite songs. The scenery was almost nonexistent, yet he never got tired of it.

School days, most of the time they were tiring, the practice was fine if the four idiots of Karasuno would act normal for once. and today was no different from the others. He opened his eyes slowly and blinked the sleepiness away. He shifted in his warm spot on his bed, kind of wanting to stay in a little longer. Only to remember that if he does, he would arrive late for morning practice. And he knew he wouldn’t hear the end of that from both Kōshi and his coach. And thus he sat up with a groan from the comforting warmth of the sheets.

The brunette teenager dragged his feet from the bed and onto the cold laminate flooring. Daichi rubbed his eyes and sat still for a minute, hoping that his body would wake up a little bit more so that he could get into the shower.

After sitting for what felt like two minutes the broad guy stood up from his bed and stumbled to his drawers. He swiftly grabbed some boxer shorts and shuffled out of his beige and brown room, which was decorated nicely with some pictures of his friends and teammates.

Daichi stumbled into the bathroom after greeting his mother with a grumbled ‘good morning’ and received a kiss on the cheek. A heavy sigh escaped the lips of the slightly less tired teen as he turned on the shower. His arm getting slightly wet with ice-cold water that spurted out of the showerhead. The broad brunette hissed in shock and quickly retreated his arm. A soft, quick chuckle ran through before he got undressed and got into the now warm stream of water.

It relaxed most of his muscles that have tensed up due to the stress of school, his Volleyball team, and lack of sleep. Just enjoying the water is what ran through his mind. But that was cut short as his mother knocked on the door, loudly telling him that he should hurry and make his own breakfast. Since she has to leave earlier than expected for her work. Daichi cursed under his breath before wishing his mother good luck with her job.

“To stay home...” Daichi mumbled dreamily, wishing he could lay in his warm, cozy bed again. His slightly tan hand reached out to the bottles of soaps and shampoos and grabbed a nice, vanilla-scented soap. Daichi adored vanilla, as well as he did coffee, and was kind of hoping that his mother could’ve made pancakes with vanilla cream and a little cup of coffee. He kind of felt old for liking coffee in the morning, but he couldn’t help but love the dark, bitter substance so much.

Daichi doused a little bit of shampoo on his palm and washed his short, spiky, hair. Some shampoo streamed down onto his face, causing him to squeeze his eyes very tightly, hoping that the nice scented substance doesn’t get in his chocolate-brown orbs.

After the nice warm, slightly hasted, shower, Daichi dried up and got dressed into his underwear. Quickly heading back to his room he put on his school uniform, which consisted of a classic black gakuran, a white collared shirt, and black plants. Daichi looked into the body mirror hanging on the wall next to his drawer and checked up and down. No stains, no weird pieces of fluffy pieces of dust, nothing was odd. He sighed in content and reached for a little pot of leave-in-conditioner for his hair and smeared it into his short, brown locks.

He automatically gave a quick nod to himself, satisfied with the way he looked. Daichi got a hold of his bag that was already packed with the books that he has to use for today's lessons and walked down the hall towards the kitchen. He quickly put together a sandwich, containing mascarpone, strawberries, and arugula and decided to eat in on his way to school. While having one hand full due to his sandwich, he struggled a bit with putting on his shoes at the front door. Tying his shoe while holding the bread with his mouth, hoping that the toppings wouldn’t fall out, though he succeeded and left out of the front door after grabbing his bag that was resting next to him.

Once outside the slightly cold breeze hit his slightly rosy cheeks and all the warmth from his house left his body. He took a quick bite of his small meal and was delighted that this was the first meal of his day. He sprung out of his daze when a shiver went down his spine whilst blindly attempting to lock the door, he couldn’t help but notice a few voices to the left of him. And so he turned towards the noise and spotted three entirely unfamiliar faces. He looked more around and noticed a big moving truck, that was annoyingly beeping as it drove slightly backward. The broad brunette glanced back at the three faces he didn’t recognize and made eye contact with gorgeous [E/c] orbs.

His breathing hitched in his throat and he couldn’t tear his coffee-colored eyes away from the [E/c] ones. He stood there stupidly gaping at the teenager, thinking of what to do next. Should he wave? Or just smile? Waving might seem so childish, right? Or would it make him look very friendly? Or creepy? Oh god, what does he need to do?!

The teenager laughed to themselves and waved at the brunette boy that was one front yard away from him. Daichi stupidly blinked out of his trance and waved back a bit too excitedly. A bit of a dopey smile made way on Daichi’s face as he turned around and headed towards his school.

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Daichi couldn’t get the gorgeous teenager he just saw out of his head. As he was walking past the houses of his neighbors and little markets in the long street, he couldn’t help but get distracted by the thoughts of the unfamiliar teen with [E/c] eyes. Where did he come from? A different part of Japan? Maybe he came from a whole different country! That would be cool! Daichi felt his phone vibrate in his pocket and swiftly fished it out.

Suga!<3 >> Hey, where are you? The first years apparently have been waiting for an hour here >> I just arrived btw so yeah...

Daichi<3 >> Hey, I’m omw! >> Why are they so early?

Suga!<3 >> You forgot? Yesterday we decided to come earlier to morning practice!

Daichi<3 >> Oh shit! I totally forgot! I’ll walk faster, see you in a bit!

Suga!<3 >> Alrighty! Be safe alright?<3

Daichi<3 >> Will do!

Daichi took slightly bigger, and faster steps and hurried to his school. Walking past the bus stop hastily, remembering that once he reached the bus stop it’s only a 10-minute walk. He really wished he could’ve stayed home, to just watch a show, maybe read a book, or... Something with the new kid. Maybe strike up a conversation? What if he made a fool of himself though? Maybe he will just stick to observing for a while. Wait that sounds creepy. Perhaps not.

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The broad brunette set foot once more in the gym. School had ended five minutes ago, and Daichi was more than glad that it was. It was a longsome day and he couldn’t wait till practice was over. He actually considered giving Suga the lead for today and go home, using the simple ‘I don’t feel so well’ excuse.

The broad brunette sighed as he opened the door of the locker room. “Ah! Oh- Hello Sawamura-San.” A voice chirped with slight surprise. Daichi glanced up and spotted Hinata who was dressing up in his exercise clothes. A tiny, polite smile crossed over Daichi’s lips and greeted the small, orange-haired, first year. The brunette teenager strutted to his locker and stuffed his bag inside and pulled out his clothes to practice in. Holding onto the fabric of the shirt for a short second, deep in thought about just leaving last minute.

He knew he shouldn’t do it. He is the team’s captain after all. Daichi would just have to pull through a little bit longer. Groaning internally he removed his clothes and replaced them with the other outfit. Which were just a simple brown tank-top and some black shorts.

Daichi left the locker room with a focused expression and quickly took the steps down the stairs and slowly dragged his feet towards the gym. ‘I want to leave. I want to leave. I want to leave. I-‘ “Aichi! Daichi!” “Hmm? What?” Daichi questioned a bit dazed. “Are you feeling alright? You’ve been acting odd all day today..” Sugawara questioned and placed his pale hand on the shoulder of the brunette. Daichi fell silent for a second but quickly nodded with a sweet smile. “Yeah, I am alright Kōshi, thank you.” Daichi thanked his best friend and opened the door to the gym and quickly hurried off to help set things up.

Kōshi stood behind and glanced at the retreating form of his broad best friend in worry. At morning practice Kōshi already spotted that Daichi was off, in class Daichi didn’t even pay attention to the lecture of the teachers! At lunch, he was quiet, lost in thought, and silently ate the meal that Asahi gave him because Daichi forgot his at home. And nowhere, again sensing that something was off with the brunette. A sigh left the dove-grey-haired male and followed his friend into the gym.

Kōshi wanted to help his friend. What was going on in his head? Maybe Kōshi was just overthinking. Yeah, that might be it. If something was really bad, surely Daichi would’ve said something to him. Nodding to himself, Kōshi rolled his shoulders back and helped Ennoshita and Yamaguchi set up the net.

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“..Good work today everybody!” The faux blond coach stated and clapped his hand together. “I’ll see you all tomorrow in the morning,” Ukai stated and watched the students leave towards the doors of the gym, though before the entire team left he quickly called out to one student.

“Daichi, we’ve got to talk for a second. You have some time to spare?” The blond asked and signaled Daichi to come over with his finger. Takeda took notice and remembered the conversation he had with Kōshi and Ukai. Thus the dark-haired adult briskly stood up from the bench he was resting on and stood next to Ukai, observing Daichi aimlessly walking over.

“Are you feeling well Sawamura-san?” Ukai questioned and crossed his arms with a concerned expression. Daichi sighed with slight annoyance, yes, he is doing perfectly fine, why is everyone asking the same question today? “I am feeling fine coach..” Daichi stated a bit monotone, “Just a bit... Preoccupied... Is all..” Daichi stated with a lovely-dovely dazed expression.

Both the coaches caught on and smiled. “Ah, alright then.” Takeda stated softly, “Well, go on ahead, change and go home. Be careful on your way back, alright?” Daichi nodded, bid his goodbyes to the two coaches, and quickly scurried off to the locker room to get dressed.

‘Finally.’ Is all that ran through his mind. In the locker room everyone, besides Tsukishima, was chatting amongst each other. All getting kind of spooked by Daichi’s sudden entrance, but quickly returning to their conversations. Daichi paid no mind to the others, hurriedly switching his attire and tying up his discolored-white shoe lases. “Daichi-sa-“ Tanaka started but the broad brunette didn’t notice it as he was already out the door.

“What’s up with him?” A short boy with brown hair styled up questioned. “No idea Nishinoya. I tried asking him but he just said he was feeling fine. This entire day he has been acting like this, though he may have gotten a bad start this morning. I’m sure he would be his old self tomorrow again!” Kōshi stated and ended his sentence with a big, gentle grin.

Daichi ran to his home. The fifteen-minute walk turned into a thirteen-minute sprint. The sky was a dark blue with hints of purple, pink, and the tiniest bit of orange. But Daichi paid no mind. He wanted to get home. He wanted to see the boy with [E/c] eyes again. His house slowly came into view with every step on the pavement he made. His breath was quick and slightly uneven, the sprint was kind of unnecessary but he was waiting for this all day. His pace slowed down with each step till he reached the fence of his front yard. He glanced over to the front yard of his new neighbors and smiled at the decorations. Some flowers in big pots, some plants. There was a tiny little rainbow flag, swaying in the find while hanging against the wall a little bit next to the window beside the sapphire-blue, front door.

The light from the windows was a nice shade of yellow and he couldn’t help but look a little bit inside. Though there was not much use as there was a white curtain, decorated with lace, blocking his view. The brunette shook his head and shuffled to his own front door that carried a pretty shade of emerald-green. He stuffed the key in and opened it, getting hit with a warmer temperature than outside. A content huff made its way through the teen's nose and swiftly Daichi made his way inside. “Mom? I’m home!” Daichi called out, in hopes that his mother is already home. “Hi sweetie! How was school?” His mother called back, but before he could answer he noticed another voice. After kicking off his shoes he confusedly headed to where the voices rang from. Daichi walked into the kitchen and saw his mother at the little round table together with another lady and man.

The adults at the table looked up at the teenager in the doorway. Daichi’s mother had a very big smile on her face was seeing her son stand there with a tad bit of a confused face. “Daichi, dear, these are our new neighbors. I invited them over for dinner!” His mother excitedly stated and stood up from her chair and stood next to her taller son. The chocolate-eyed teen mouthed an ‘oh’ and politely introduced himself to the two adults.

Daichi was disappointed that he didn’t see the teen from this morning. Daichi believed that these two adults would’ve been the guardians of the other. After a very short conversation with the two adults, Daichi excused himself and headed to his room. Daichi walked up the stairs and stumbled into the room. Tossing his bag to the corner of his room and he sat down on his bed. Sighing deep once again this day he laid down onto the sheets, closing his eyes. Seeing a flash of [H/c] and [E/c].

Daichi couldn’t really rest well. His mind was clogged up with the thoughts of the boy he spotted in the morning. Was he not his new neighbor? Why not? Why was he in Daichi’s mind anyway? The sudden sound of the doorbell ran and Daichi rose from his bed in curiosity and slight hope. He heard some voices and the sound of the front door closing after opening for a brief moment.

Daichi slumped back down onto his bed and paid no mind to anything that was happening. That was until footsteps boomed a little on the stairs and neared his bedroom door. Opening one eye he glanced at the door that got knocked on. “Come in?” Daichi invited the other confusedly.

The chocolate orbs widened. It was as if the morning replaced the moment. Staring into the beautiful shade of [E/c] that twinkled slightly from the desk lamp that was turned on. “Ah, hi..!” The soft voice of the teenager before Daichi spoke. If the brunette didn’t hold his composure, he would’ve succumbed to adoration and asked if the teenager could talk to him for years and years on end. “Hey.” Daichi greeted just as soft once he finally found his voice. The [E/c] orbed boy chuckled and held his hand out, “My name is [L/n] [Y/n], nice to meet you!” Daichi gripped onto the extended [S/t] and shook it while giving a small smile. Still being a bit confused he stuttered out ‘I’m Sawamura Daichi.’, getting a stunning smile in return.

“I would love to have a long-lasting conversation, but your mother sends me upstairs to tell you that dinner is ready.” [L/n] confessed softly. Daichi nodded his head, awkwardly retreated his hand, and stood up from his nice bed. Both the teens trotted down the stairs and sat down at the dining table.

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Dinner was long over. Daichi now laying wide awake in bed. Pining about everything he learned from [L/n]. At the table both the teens didn’t even acknowledge the adults, having them muted and talking amongst themselves. Sharing interests, school subjects they couldn’t stand, favorite foods, and snacks.

They clicked in an instant. Both had a good time getting to know one and other. After dinner they both decided to chat more in the backyard, stumbling upon the topic of sports. Daichi learned that [L/n] used to play [R/s], but wanted to play volleyball instead. But his guardians didn’t allow him, so he decided to also stop playing [R/s] and stuck to drawing and writing.

The evening came to a close not much later and they bid their goodbyes. Thinking about the day Daichi felt his eyes droop a little, fantasizing when he could see [L/n] again. And not soon after the brunette drifted off to his upcoming dream.

Days had past and both [Y/n] and Daichi got along well together. They spotted one another sometimes outside, in the cold morning when they both head to their own schools. And if Daichi was lucky he would also spot the handsome [e/c] eyed boy in the cute bakery that was not that far away from their street.

Daichi has been skipping his afternoon classes and practices more often lately. Daichi felt lost. He felt a heavyweight on his shoulders but didn’t know the cause. His teammates and teacher growing concerned. Never had Daichi missed his classes without saying at least something for the three years he had been attending the school. Calls were being made to his mother, lots of arguments happened together with Daichi and his mother. But this said evening took the toll on him, he hadn’t seen [Y/n] at all today, making him go nuts. He couldn’t stand the shrilly, annoying sound of his mother’s yelling that night.

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Clutching his skull, the teenager tried to muffle out the angry yelling of his mother while leaning on the kitchen counter with his two elbows. “Why aren’t you attending your classes?! Your future is at risk you know that!” Future? The only future Daichi had in his head for the past days had been visions together with [Y/n] in a little cute cottage in a forest far, far away from all their responsibilities. The now horse yelling stopped out of a sudden.

The sharp kitchen knife now adorned his mother's chest. Crimson oozing out of the exact spot. Struggled gasps left the mouth of Daichi’s mother, trying to gain strength to look up at her son, who was right on top of her with the same shocked expression. But Daichi’s expression quickly changed to one of glee and yanked the knife out of his mother. “The only future I want is the one together with [Y/n]..” The teen heaved out.

Blood has started to rise up and out of Daichi’s mother her mouth. “Leave.. t-that boy.. alone..!” She managed to choke out. The eyes of Daichi widened. His body was stiff from shock. How could she say something like that? “How..- How very dare you..- you…” Daichi couldn’t get his words out as his breath quickened. “You bitch!” He screamed out and stabbed his mother in between her collarbones. Twisting the knife around, he made sure it hurt, he made sure she would be dead.

Blood splattered onto his hands, onto the cute yellow dress with decorated flowers his mom wore. The once cute dress was now partly stained with a metallic, crimson liquid. Tiredly Daichi rose to his feet, dumping the knife into the sink behind him, noticing that the curtains exposed a bit of the inside with a tiny slit. Calmly closing the small curtain he dazedly smiled.

The heavyweight he had been feeling for days is now gone. The relief and satisfaction he felt were more than pleasing. Glancing over his shoulder, looking down at the corpse of his mother he grinned and admired the view. A content sigh flew out of his mouth and he got to work cleaning and getting rid of the now going cold body.

Daichi simply dumped his mother's body in a nearby dumpster in some alley close by. In a big trash bag, just tossed it into the dumpster at night. Knowing that his neighborhood was always eerily silent, almost as if it was abandoned.

Coming back home he saw the stains on the carpet and chuckled. “What a messy bunch we are..” He mumbled to himself and grabbed some bleach and started to clean it up. A very, very light stain was left behind. It was barely noticeable, but a simple lie could cover it up, a washing machine could also do wonders. But as of right now he was tired of cleaning and just wanted to sit down and watch some TV. However, before he did he decided to get some clean clothes. He kind of forgot they had little splatters of blood here and there.

Quickly dressing in and out of clothes he stuffed them in the clothing bin to wash later and headed back downstairs to flick through boring TV channels. While doing so he couldn’t help but snort at how bad some shows were, and how dumb most advertisements were. He stopped flicking through TV channels when his ears picked up the familiar notification sound of his phone. Curiosity took him away from the TV screen and onto his phone screen.

[Y/n]<333 >> Sup, im bored- what r u up to?

Daichi<3 >> Hey! >> Same here to be honest. Just flicking through dumb tv channels.

[Y/n]<333 >> Oh- Can’t sleep? >> I honestly didn’t expect you would respond so fast at this time

Daichi<3 >> Sort of- >> How so?

[Y/n]<333 >> Idk.. I just figured u would be sleeping..

Daichi<3 >> Ohhw >> Anyway, do you think you can facetime?

[Y/n]<333 >> I mean.. I get kinda nervous with facetime and I look like a fucked up gremlin right now but.. sure???

Daichi<3 >> What are you talking about? You always look so good!

[Y/n]<333 >> Your funny Daichi, tell me another joke!

Though before Daichi could write down an entire paragraph he got called. A big smile was plastered on his face and quickly accepted it.

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[slasher-drabbles-n-stuff]

Ma'am may I request something a bit stupid lmao. I'm a competitive archer, so I was wondering if you could do a slashers react to reader being an archer. Like they find there equipment and stuff. It's perfectly okay if you don't. Love your writings btw

(As a fellow archer, I was so excited to write this one!)

OG!Michael:

•Michael is pretty..Hm, interested.

•He initially doesn’t see the appeal in the art, preferring to get up close and personal with his prey in a quiet game of stalking. It just is more fun, plus it’s always been what he knows,

•With that being said, you can easily persuade him to see the benefits of your sport. Honestly? He thinks any kind of method of death and destruction is useful, so- it doesn’t take much effort,

•Enjoys watching you practice, occasionally coming up behind you right as you draw your bow- just to spook you and make you miss.

•He’ll understand if you beat him with the arrow, hell, he may even give a stifled chuckle when you strike him.

RZ! Michael:

•Has a similar reaction, however he will be even more enthused.

•He may not properly express it, but he really admires your talent. He sees it as you being able to handle yourself.

•Takes a particular interest in your sport. Even to the point of randomly gifting you new arrow heads that he acquires from mysterious sources.

•He’ll sometimes grace you with a mask less smile, his eyes alight in a content glow as he peacefully watches you shoot your targets. He might even bring some paper mâché out to make a couple masks while you practice.

•He is totally going to make one for you. He’ll decorate it in arrow like patterns to honor your sport.

Thomas Hewitt:

• I hope you don’t expect this talent to remain secret for long.

• Though he hates it, the second his family figure it out- you have a new job around the homestead. That job includes you perching up on the roof when “meat” is fighting back.

•You’ll likely gain a tremendous amount of respect for this. As a matter of fact, nail enough targets and you may just be seen as equally important to the Hewitt clan as your beloved Thomas.

•As for Thomas himself, he appreciates your abilities..but he much rather be the one doing the dangerous work. What if you end up slapping the string against your arm? What if the arrow ricochets and hits you???

The Huntress:

• Oh boy. She is beyond excited!

• The moment she finds your equipment, she practically beams with pride. In her mind, archery is essential to survival in the woods. You can take down prey from a safe distance so long as you are good enough shot.

• Urges you to take your broad head arrows into trails so you can stab other killers.

• Will occasionally take you out on hunts with her into the Red Woods. She feels safer knowing that you have a fighting change.

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My Tiny Secret | 20; First Steps

𝑴𝒚 𝑻𝒊𝒏𝒚 𝑺𝒆𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒕 𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒃𝒃𝒍𝒆 | 20; First Steps 

⏤𝒔𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔; Pretty face doesn’t make it up for an ugly personality. And Kim Seokjin is the perfect proof of that.

⏤𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈: seokjin x reader

⏤𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: angst, smut, fluff, mistress au, unexpected pregnancy au

⏤𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: strong language, mature content 

⏤> 𝒇𝒊𝒄 𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒙

The birds' chirping creates a calm melody, outstanding the sounds of kids laughing and crying that reach your ears. Even the blanket underneath your legs feels soft, softer than usual and you wonder if it's made from one of those expensive materials. Surprisingly, Seokjin was the one who packed everything and you left him to it.

It's nice to see him doing such a normal stuff, especially if it's related to you and your son.

“It seems busier than last week.” His voice resounds, your eyes snapping to him as his legs are spread out with arms holding him in a relaxed position. Those black locks that got longer are thrown back, making his forehead on full display along with his thick brows.

He looks so relaxed, wearing a white casual shirt with jean shorts, something you should've got used to by now, but you still find yourself occasionally stare at him.

You're not even sure how, but your Saturdays have been spent in a park nearby your apartment building for the last couple of weeks. You often went alone, making sure you're not stuck in your apartment all day, sometimes Hoseok tagged along with you as well. Surprisingly, Seokjin comes every Saturday without even making any official plans with you, knowing he's about to spend the whole day with you. Well, with Yoojin.

It became a silent routine.

“It does,” you hum, eyes trailed on Yoojin who crawls up to the tree you're sitting underneath. It creates a perfect shadow in this warm weather. “He's so active these days.” you say as you already panic when he starts to standing up, holding the tree with his small hands.

He can stand for a long time now, but he's too careful to hold onto something and not let go. Yoojin's puckered lips stretch into a huge smile, proudly showing himself to his parents as you clap in praise, not holding a smile back. He grew up so fast, you can't believe how many things have changed since he was born.

Seokjin comes to visit more often, he even sleeps on the couch sometimes since the guest room is slowly renovating to Yoojin's new bedroom. You both went shopping together and bought him a new crib, along with a few different decorations and furniture. The memory of the two of you walking with Yoojin in his stroller seems weird, but nice and comfortable. For the first time, it felt like you're a real family, spending some time together.

He's an intelligent man managing a successful company on his own, with no help whatsoever, however building a crib isn't his strong suit. Stubbornly, he insisted on being the one who makes Yoojin's bedroom for him. You've never seen him being so passionate about something, so you let him. Even if it took him a month, but you silently enjoyed every day he came after work struggling in that room, ending sleeping on the couch.

It feels nice to have him there. He's more open, casually talking with you about your day, but mainly has his focus on Yoojin.

You've met his friend – Kim Namjoon. As you've learned, he accidentally found out about his best friend having a child, thinking it's all gossip. But when he burst into Seokjin's office with a single question if he has a kid and his friend didn't deny it, he knew those gossips were true.

According to Seokjin's words, he bugged him about wanting to meet Yoojin for a whole week, until he had no choice but to say 'yes'. Before Namjoon came to your apartment, Seokjin made sure you're okay with the visit of his friend, the same thing he did when his father came to visit for the first time.

You didn't have any reason to say no, Yoojin is his son as well. A part of you wanted to meet his friend anyway, which happened to be a very polite and kind man. It made you shocked that he has such a nice friend, you were expecting someone similar to his personality. The visit was far more enjoyable than that time when Mr. Kim visited. You even saw Seokjin to crack a few smiles and chuckles, not the dark ones you're used to, but honest and happy ones.

“He's Kim,” he points out proudly, smiling at Yoojin who grins back at his father, still holding to the tree. “He has your smile.” he comments, your head snapping to him before you look at Yoojin.

“Really?” you cock your head to the side, trying to find your similarity in your son.

He's a mixture of you both, although he definitely takes after Seokjin's side more. You're not mad at it, his father is handsome, there's no lie in that.

“Yeah,” he hums, his phone vibrating inside of his pocket as he pulls it out.

You see his wife's name on the display, but he just locks the phone and ignores the call.

“You can speak to her, y'know...” you mumble, watching your son instead as he squats down to admire dandelions.

“I know,” he assures you lightly, “I don't want to.” he admits and you don't let a surprise to be known on your face.

The conversation dies there, both of you watching your son as a way to distract yourselves, that's until Seokjin opens his mouth again.

“I'll divorce her,” he informs you, his tone firm as his hardening features. “For Yoojin.” he adds, glancing at your son that touches the top of dandelion and giggles when it bounces.

“That's nice of you,” you tell him softly, heart warming at the progress he's made. “But, are you sure? Is that what you want?”

You don't mean to doubt his decision, nor you feel some kind of triumph that he wants to divorce his wife. It was never a competition for you and you feel sorry for the woman, whether she's a bad person or not. You're not the one to talk, nor is Seokjin. All of you made mistakes along the way that got you where you are right now.

“I thought about what my father said,” he confesses, your mind drifting to that time he told you what he and his father talked about. It took his some time to open up, but when he finally did, you couldn't be more proud of him. “I think he's right. Besides, I don't see any future with her.”

“If that's what you really want, I'm on your side.”

Seokjin catches the smile you give him, eyes glinting with honesty and his heart does a weird twist at seeing you like that. You're wearing a yellow sundress, youth and happiness radiating from you and he wonders what's the reason behind your happiness. Is he a part of it too? Is someone else behind it?

“Thank you,” he says, tone sounding almost unsure of what to say, and you giggle when you see the puzzled look. “I don't know how she will take it, knowing her she'll throw a fuss. She seems to be furious whenever I come back to the house. I think I'll leave the house to her, maybe she'll be less furious when I break the news to her.”

It seems like he's thinking out loud more to himself, than telling you all this stuff, but you appreciate it nevertheless. It's weird hearing him saying house instead of home.

“I can still pay for the rent, I've got my maternity leave every month,” you suggest, ignoring the raise of his brow. “I don't need your money, Seokjin.”

“Debatable.” he mutters, causing your brows to twitch in irritation.

“No, I don't need it. I'm thankful for everything you're doing for us, but I don't need your money.”

Sighing, he scratches his chin as he looks at you. “I'm sorry,” he apologizes, your mouth falling open but you stay quiet. “Let me do this for you. And Yoojin.”

“I am, but I don't want you to think I need your money. Yes, you make our lives easier but I'm not your wife. I thought you knew that.” Your voice fades away, but the disappointment in it stays as Seokjin groans underneath his breath.

“Shit, I know that,” he curses, voice thick with regret. “I'm not good with words. I've never done this before and I've never met someone who didn't try to fuck me over. It's hard for me to trust someone and you're the first person-- I'm sorry. I know you don't need my money, you made that clear from the day one.”

Nibbling on your bottom lip, you let it go before you give him a soft smile. Confusion is clear on his face, probably thinking you were about to curse at him but he's just met with your smile.

“What?”

“Hm, nothing,” you hum, causing him to roll his eyes in annoyance. Well, some things haven't changed. “I just.. thank you for being so open, I think. It makes me understand you better.” you tell him honestly, seeing him look away as he plays with the grass next to him.

Is he blushing?

When he looks back at you, his eyes trail somewhere behind you before his eyes widen. You follow his vision, eyes mimicking Seokjin's expression as you see your son standing, without holding himself. He giggles and stumbles, but still doesn't reach for the tree next to him.

“Oh my god, he's standing!” you chant, clapping like a crazy woman which makes your son giggle.

“Where's my phone?” you hear Seokjin mutter, before he's snapping a few pictures of your son.

“Come here, pumpkin. You can do it, come here!” you call to him, arms outstretching as you silently call him to your embrace.

He frowns, complementing on what to do but when you clap again and call for him, he smiles. He takes a step forward, and you push the squeal that wants to rip out of your throat away, not wanting to scare him as he slowly starts walking towards you. He's wobbling, his chubby legs barely holding his balance, but he doesn't fall this time. From the corner of your eyes, you see Seokjin pointing his phone to Yoojin, recording this moment with a huge smile plastered on his lips.

“Come to mommy!” you call for him, giggling when he's almost in your embrace, loosing his balance but you're quick to catch him, causing him to giggle. “Good job!” you praise him, kissing his cheeks as you hug him closer to you.

You've never felt so proud, like this very moment. Seokjin's eyes are filled with a rare emotion, something you've never seen on his face and you wish you could snap a picture of him right now. He reaches towards you, caressing Yoojin's back as he gives him a set of praise words.

“Go to daddy,” you tell him, making sure your son is standing as he stares at his father.

He moves away, crossing his legs as he outstretches his arms the same way you did. He's smiling, eyes glistening as he wonders if his son will walk into his arms like he did to you.

“Yoojin-ah, come on. Come here.” he calls out to him, your eyes watering when he starts taking a few steps to his father, grinning at him as Seokjin starts to scream in encouragement causing you to laugh.

You've never heard him being so loud, full of joy and you pull out your phone, taking a lot of pictures as he picks up your son, bouncing him in his arms as he starts kissing his face repeatedly. It makes your son erupt into a fit of laughter, his bubbly laugh outstanding from other children's ones while you're wiping your tears, too stubborn to look away, savoring this moment.

[9:23pm] hobi: wait... he looks... happy???

The message makes you giggle, covering your mouth with the blanket before your fingers work their way onto the screen. You've sent him the video of Yoojin walking, along with the pictures you managed to snap of Seokjin kissing him.

[9:24pm] he does, i've never seen him look so happy

[9:24pm] hobi: that's good, right? is he treating you okay?

He never fails to ask the same question every time the two of you talk, but you know he's just looking out for you. And besides, today was nothing but great.

[9:25pm] yeah, he's really trying hobi

He sends you a couple of emojis of confetti, clapping hands and fireworks which makes you snort. Your giggling is interrupted with a soft knock on your bedroom door. Knowing it's Seokjin, you call out a gentle 'come in' before he opens the door. His head is the first thing that appears, as he cutely looks around noticing Yoojin's crib where he's sleeping.

He was supposed to sleep in his new crib, but he somehow didn't want to let go of you, even though he fell asleep almost immediately.

“Can I come in?” he asks you, cautiously staring at you and catching a glimpse of your exposed legs.

Slowly, you sit up and nod in response. He tries to be quiet, making his way towards the crib to check on Yoojin before he sits next to you. The fresh scent of his shower gel that he brought one day to your home lingers on his skin, his hair slightly dampened after he took a shower. He's wearing a loose shirt and some sweatpants, to stay decent. You know he likes to sleep naked most of the time, or at least that's what you always thought after he fell asleep a few times in your bed – back in the time when you messed around. He always made sure to leave after you both had sex, but there were times when he had a couple of drinks and stayed the night. But you never felt the warmth of him the next morning, no sight of him.

“He fell asleep right away. I think we tired him out.” you whisper, pointing at your son's crib as he chuckles.

“He had an eventful day.” he comments, his voice gentle and quiet not to wake him up.

He's right. After you both packed your stuff and put it into the truck of Seokjin's car, you went to eat ice cream and walked around for a few minutes, before it was time to go back home. Seokjin took a bath with Yoojin, playing with him in the water and you left them there, and cooked dinner.

“Can't sleep?” you ask quietly, making out his features thanks to the moon and opened blinds.

“Yeah,” he mutters. “Can you? I heard you giggling.”

“Oh, it was just something Hobi sent me,” you wave your hand, silently watching him in the darkness.

Luckily, Hoseok visited you more often, even when Seokjin was present and even though the atmosphere is awkward most of the time, at least they don't want to rip each other heads anymore.

“Thank you for taking us out today, Yoojin was so happy.” You feel the need to tell him that.

He's not a kid who needs to get praised at every single good thing he does, yet you want to show him your gratitude. He's been involved in Yoojin's and your life more with each passing month. Maybe it's weird but you feel like a family. You raise him together, even though Seokjin officially doesn't live with you, but he's spending most of his time with you. This actually works nicely, way better than you've ever imagined.

And the littlest smile that ghosts his lips whenever you show him your gratitude doesn't go unnoticed, even though he tries to hide it. It's the same one that's hidden by the darkness in your bedroom.

“Were you?” he asks, head tilting towards you, although you can't see his eyes clearly.

“Huh?

“Happy,” he whispers, “Were you happy?”

You're taken back by his question. Does he really care about your happiness? You can't believe your own ears. You knew he's not such a bad guy as he makes himself out to be – hence all the gestures he's done for you, like sending you money and making sure you live in a nice place. There are a lot of things he's done, nice things that made you even more confused by him. But he's never been so straight forward. Until these recent days.

“Yes,” you answer him, “Were you happy?” you ask him back, watching his broad shoulders as he stays quiet for a moment.

“Yes.” he whispers, turning to you and you automatically smile at him, not even sure if he can properly see you.

“I'm glad, I don't think I've ever seen you happy.” you admit, wondering if you're pushing his buttons too much.

“I don't really show emotions but I don't think I've ever been happy. I kind of just... lived.”

The lamp that slowly creates in your throat makes you painfully swallow, your heart shivering of sadness from hearing those words. He says it lightly, although the meaning behind it is sad. You put your hand on his back, caressing his tensed muscles as you scoot closer to him. He's warm, inviting almost and you hate yourself for craving his touch.

“Are you happy now?” you hesitate to ask, but relax when he doesn't seem too tensed from your question.

Slowly, he turns around, your hand falling off his back as he stares at you. It's hard to see his eyes, but you know he's looking at you. He reaches towards your face, caressing your soft skin as his thumb swipes across your lips. Your breath hitches but you don't dare to look away or flinch, it feels too good to do that.

“I'd like to think that I am.” he answers.

It's something about the tone and the way he says it, making it sound painful yet smooth and joyful. He's a one big mystery you were always trying to solve, but if he's not the one opening himself to you, it's pointless. But you see it now. So many things have changed and you get to know a new side of him, each layer he has, almost every day.

You don't know who moves the first, maybe the both of you at the same time, as your lips crashes together in a soft and slow manner. It's been so long since you've felt those lips against your own, enjoying how perfect they feel. As expected, he takes over the kiss, leading you the entire time as you adjust to his pace. It should be embarrassing how quick he has you squirming in your spot and groaning into the kiss, whenever he pulls onto your bottom lip. He cups your face for the better measure, while the other one holds your neck and fuck, how amazing it feels.

Even when your back meets the softness of your mattress, and your neck Seokjin's lips, you know you're utterly fucked. He hovers over you, kissing every sensitive spot which makes you giddy over the fact, he still remembers what makes you moan and clench around nothing.

His thigh is settled between your legs, and when he lightly nibbles onto your weak spot with his teeth, you automatically grind against him. He shushes your moans with his mouth, leaving your mouths connected before has to pull away after a couple of seconds.

“Jin,” you plead, arms hooked around his neck as you pull him closer.

The chuckle that leaves his mouth is shushed, but very audible to your ears as he nudges your nose with his own. “What do you want?”

Of course, he knows what you want from him. He just likes you to say it, even beg for it.

“You,” you whisper, arms traveling down his broad shoulders making its way to his defined chest and abs. “I want you.”

“Is that so?” he hums, nudging your cheekbone with his nose this time. “Are you sure?” he asks when he receives a few set of nods in response.

Your hand trails down, cupping him through his sweatpants, surprised when it's the only clothing separating his length and your hand. What shocks you the most, is the obvious erection poking underneath the thin material and how just the feel of it makes you aroused.

“Naughty,” he comments, pushing away the groan that wants to escape past his lips, clenching his jaw when you stroke him. He sits back on his knees, motioning for you to sit up and you obey, letting him taking off your loose shirt.

Now that you think about it, it seems like it's one of Seokjin's shirts he forgot here. If he noticed such a little detail, he doesn't comment it and softly lays you back down. You bite onto your lips, feeling his palm against your breast, groping the soft flesh.

“So big,” he hums, noticing how bigger they seem and feel ever since you got pregnant. Surprisingly, he leans against your chest, sucking on your nipple as he licks it a few times.

Your palm slaps against your mouth, silencing all those moans and soft groans. He does the same thing to the other breast, coating it with his saliva as he trails down onto your stomach, kissing and licking your skin.

You haven't thought about having sex for a long time, there was never a proper time to think about such thing. You've spent all your time taking care of Yoojin, that the thought of another man and your intimate life was the least of your worries. There were times your hormones would act up, and you craved for someone else's touch. Your mind often drifted to the man that's enveloping your body with his mouth, no matter how many times you've reminded yourself that he's not right for you.

You were so busy trying to be the best mother you could be, that you never really thought about having sex after nine months you gave birth. You got in shape, although your body is not what it used to be. Your breasts got bigger and you still got some fat on your stomach and thighs. And for this very time, you're lucky there's a darkness in the room and Seokjin can't tell all the stretchmarks that failed to disappear.

His hand disappears between your thighs, chuckling when he notes you've no underwear. “Naughty girl.” he chuckles, circling your opening teasingly as you bite onto your lower lip.

It hurts, but you've to keep your mouth shut if you don't want to wake up your son.

“Can you...” he trails off, your mind clouded with lust before you realize what he's asking.

“Yeah.” you answer, giving him the green light as he slowly pushes a one finger inside of you.

It feels weird, almost as if it's the first time you ever experienced this particular touch. Although, it doesn't take you too long to get used to it, hips bucking into his hand as you plead him for more. Surprisingly, he doesn't insist on begging, listening to you as he watches your body squirm in pleasure. He pumps his fingers inside and out, grazing your walls before he scissors them, penetrating you.

“Fuck, you got so tight.” he groans, pumping his fingers before he kisses you.

He barely used to do that. He barely kissed you during sex, and if he did, it was always harsh and rushed. This seems to be slow, but intense at the same time.

You've heard so much stuff of women getting even tighter after they gave birth. You weren't sure if that's true but if Seokjin can tell a difference and he's telling the truth, you guess all those articles were right. Woman's body is something amazing. It goes to its original state even after bringing a human into the world.

He adds another, silently shushing you when you whimper.

“I know, gotta stretch you out,” he whispers, pushing onto your clit with his thumb while his fingers continue to fill you up. “Have you had sex after you gave birth?”

There's a possibility he feels unsure, but he doesn't stop and continues with his movements as if he's not asking you such an intimate question.

Would he be angry if you said yes?

Would he become possessive all over again?

“No,” you whisper, clutching the sheets between your fingers. “You're my first.” you tell him, and you wish you could see his reaction more clearly. This way it seems he barely reacted, although he goes down to bite onto your collarbone which leaves you gasping.

You clutch his shoulders, frowning when he's still fully clothed. “And you?”

“You mean, if I had sex after giving birth?” he snorts, causing you to roll your eyes at him before you groan both in annoyance and pleasure.

“You know what I mean.”

“Then the answer is no,” he tells you, mouth pressed against your ear, so you can hear him clearly. “I haven't had sex with anyone else.”

“That's hard to believe.” you choke out, when he adds his fourth fingers making you breathe through it with a scrunched face.

He gives you the time to adjust, halting his movements. “I didn't. Believe it or not, I've found it hard to find someone else. Not that I was really looking for someone.”

It's the honesty that makes you pause, your heart hammering even faster and you wonder if he can feel it too with his chest pressed against your own. Before you can question him, your curiosity getting the best of you, he's already pumping his fingers again. Deciding you want to feel him, you hook your fingers underneath the hem of his sweatpants, hand disappearing into them as you finally grab him. He groans, surprised by your bolt move, as you slowly pump him.

You were right. He's not wearing any underwear, making it easier for you to access him. He feels just as thick as you remember him, the weight in your palm causing you to clench around his fingers.

“I need you.” you whisper, clearly enough for him to hear because you see him pulling away, staring at you.

“Don't you wanna cum? It'll be easier for me to--”

“I'm sure,” you interrupt him, pulling your hand out of his sweatpants. “Take your clothes off.” you tell him softly, surprised when he actually listens to you without any side remarks.

The loud thud of his clothes makes you both freeze, waiting for Yoojin to wake up but you barely hear the soft puffs leaving from the crib, before he goes back to you. You sit up, pushing him to lay down as he stares at you in confusion. There's not much place or time to actually speak, you're both aware you have to be quiet. Maybe you should just move it to the living room, but there's something thrilling about having sex knowing you've to keep your mouth shut.

“I wanna ride you.” you whisper, already sitting down onto his abdomen, his hardened length poking you into your ass.

“Holy fuck.” he grunts, hands gripping your hips before you lift yourself up, enough to grab his length and make yourself more comfortable.

His head pokes your entrance, your walls clenching just from the thought of feeling him stretching you, as you slide him up and down. Your other hand is outstretched onto his defined abs, feeling how tense they're. You know you're teasing him, but he doesn't say anything and simply lets you take the lead.

Maybe it's the understatement, knowing you're about to have sex for the first time since Yoojin was born. Or maybe he just got a lot more understanding, appreciating current situation. You'd never have thought it'd come to this again, even though your dreams have been wild these couple of months.

Slowly and cautiously, you slide down onto him, your mouth opening at the sudden stretch and burn that his fingers couldn't do. This way, he reaches you even deeper and he's not even halfway in. He's groaning, doing an awful job to contain the pleasure, while you whimper with each inch that you take him.

This has to be difficult for him too. If he's really telling the truth, which you believe him, he haven't had sex for a long time.

Oh, if you just knew he's minutes from spilling himself like some teenager.

Maybe it's just that exact reason, him not having sex for a long time. Or it's you and the way you feel around his length, making him throb inside of you as he twitches when you finally take all of him. A few seconds of adjusting yourself to his huge length, and you're already bouncing on him. Your arms failing you, your body falling onto Seokjin's chest as he holds your body even closer, meeting your thrusts with his hips. He's fucking into you, taking the control even though you're the one on top. He envelopes you in his arms, making you feel closer to him than ever.

You can't describe it, but this time it's different. It's not just sex full of lust and pleasure, there's something else there. You know you don't love each other, but there is a certain kind of chemistry going between you two. Instead of fucking you so hard trying to chase his own pleasure, his movements are quick but still soft. It might sound stupid or ridiculous, but it feels lot more closer. Like there's an actual connection between you two, and it's not just from the fact he's inside of you.

“Fuck, Jin, I can't--” you whimper into his neck, silencing your moans as he starts to fasten up.

“Come on, cum for me. Let me feel you.” he grunts into your hair, digging his fingers into your back and hips as he urges you to cum.

With a few more thrusts, you're cumming around him as your whole body shakes, but he's there to hold you through it.

”Shhh, you did so great. You were amazing.” he shushes you, his length twitching inside of you, reminding you of its presence and need.

You slide off him, settling yourself between his legs before you take him into your mouth, hand gripping the rest that you can't take. Bobbing your head and stroking him with your hand, you feel his fingers grabbing your hair. Swiping your tongue and repeating the same process couple of times, causes him to let out a low growl as he's spilling himself into your mouth. He twitches in your mouth, emptying himself and when he's done, he sighs.

You let him go with a pop sound, swallowing all of his cum as you sit down onto your knees, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand.

“That was... fucking amazing.” he breathes out, his rigid breathing filling the bedroom.

The sex itself wasn't the longest you both had, but it was intense and probably the best one. Something's telling you he thinks the same thing as he seems to be far more affected than ever.

“Yeah,” you chuckle, agreeing with him as you stand up.

“Where are you going?” he asks immediately, already leaning against his elbows as he watches you in the darkness.

“To take a shower,” you answer, stating the obvious while a surprised 'oh' leaves his mouth. “Can you please watch Yoojin?”

He coughs, nodding his head remembering that you can't probably see him that well. “Sure.”

You go take a shower, smiling giddily for the whole time the water splashes onto your body, ignoring the little jumps your heart does every time you replay what has just happened. When you're done, Seokjin takes his turn to take a shower while you can't fall asleep. Staring at the ceiling, you're surprised when the bedroom door are pushed open. You don't move, nor close your eyes as you feel him getting into your bed. You don't comment it, nor does he. You're not even sure if he knows you're still awake and you wonder what's been going on in his head again.

What made him to come here and sleep next to you?

Nevertheless of your raging thoughts, you find yourself relaxing when you feel a warm body next to you. Small part of you wishes he'd pull you closer, letting you feel his warmth properly.

But even without that, you manage to fall asleep in a minute, enjoying his proximity and warmth while it lasts. And for the first time, you wake up next to him peacefully dreaming and sleeping in your bed.

[virgojeons]

true love (jjk)

summary: you and jungkook spend your first christmas together. 

alternatively, a merry love story based on the lyrics of true love by ariana grande.

genre: fluff, humor, college au, established relationship, holiday series, jeon jungkook x reader

word count: 4.6k

warnings: cursing, implied sexual content, excessive use of pet names

wattpad version here, ao3 version here

a/n: well, here i am!! pls be gentle with me, this is the first time ive ever posted my writing on here and ive been debating it for months lmao. i truly truly hope u enjoy!!

on the first day of christmas when you gave me all them kisses, boy you showed me things, come hold me please and never let me go.

"Five days until Christmas and you're still decorating the tree?"

You yelped at the sudden sound of your boyfriend's voice, dropping your over-accessorized ornament and watching helplessly as it shattered against the floor.

Immediately, you whined. "Jungkook!"

Jungkook suppressed a grin at the furrow of your eyebrows and the pout of your lips, kicking his shoes off and tossing his coat onto the couch. He didn't mean to scare you, really. You even knew he was coming over. It's just that you left the front door unlocked (as you always did when he was on his way, despite him constantly scolding you for it) and there was no way you would've heard him come in over the sound of Jingle Bell Rock blaring through the house.

"Sorry, baby," He chuckled, bending down beside you to help pick up the remnants of your best ornament. "I didn't mean to scare you."

You glared at him in between collecting the shards of glass in your hand. "I spent hours making that."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah. Hot glue gun burns, sparkles stuck on my face and everything."

Jungkook took the pieces of glass from you with an amused look on his face, standing from his kneeling position to toss them in the trash can you had earlier moved to the living room for easy access. "I'm sorry. I'll make you another one."

"It's not the same." You sulked, finding fun in being stubborn and giving him a hard time. It was getting increasingly difficult though, with his rosy nose and ears and that little gleam in his eyes.

It was then that he made his first move of the night, tugging you by your oversized Rudolph sweater so quickly that you had to latch onto his shoulders for leverage with a squeal. His grin only seemed to grow once you were officially in his space, taking notice of your lack of pants and the snowflake stockings that appeared to be in their place instead.

"You don't look too sorry," You chuckled, heart stuttering at the way he was gazing down at you in such close proximity.

Jungkook shrugged, nudging his nose with yours. "I'm just happy."

They were such simple words, but it was the way he said them, the way he looked at you when he said them. You couldn’t lie, the excitement of spending your first Christmas together, completely alone, was incredibly infectious. It was gross and it was corny and everything else you swore you would never be, but you were in love with Jungkook. Devastatingly so. You from nine months ago probably wouldn’t even recognize the present you; a fact that friends, family, and even Jungkook alike loved to tease you about. Cracking the so-called ice queen was a feat to be celebrated, apparently. Whatever. He was yours and you were his so you didn’t quite care about the technicalities of it. Even if the story went a bit differently, in your opinion. 

The brutal snow and temperatures of February were beginning to fade into spring when you met Jungkook. 

You and Jimin had been attempting to finish your economics homework together in your favorite coffee shop; a hidden treasure that was a ten minute walk from campus and ticked all your aesthetic boxes. You two were sipping from your respective hot drinks, neglecting your heaps of bookwork in favor of discussing the new season of Stranger Things. Jimin was deep into his theory of Hopper still being alive when his eyes flickered to the door at the sound of the bell, widening slightly in recognition before a bright smile took over his face.

"Jungkook!" Jimin called, waving whoever it was over.

You followed his gaze and turned your head in the direction of the entrance, growing curious when the boy walking towards your table wasn't familiar to you. It took you less than five seconds to realize that the boy in question was attractive. 

Like, extremely attractive. The kind of attractive that should not be subjected to the way you look right now. 

It took you even less time to whip your head back around, glaring at Jimin with wide eyes and a panicked expression.

He met your glare with a confused scrunch of his eyebrows before it slowly transformed into a smirk, quickly catching on to what your pointed look was for. The night before had been a late one. You, like any other normal millennial, had impulse bought a pretty yellow Nintendo Switch solely for the new Animal Crossing game. As soon as it arrived on your doorstep you were retreating into your room, tearing the package open with squeals of excitement.

Maybe you completely lost track of time and played until your eyes were bloodshot and you heard birds chirping outside. Maybe you got an astounding two hours of sleep. And maybe you had fallen asleep without setting an alarm and woke up thirty minutes later than usual. 

The details were insignificant though, because you were throwing on a pair of leggings and the first sweatshirt you saw, brushing your hair and your teeth, and hastily sprinting to your car all in record time.

No sleep. No makeup. No breakfast. And worst of all, no coffee.

And so, it was blatantly clear you had no desire to let a boy that beautiful even glance at you in that state, let alone introduce himself. But it didn't look like you had a choice in the matter, because moments later he was towering over your table with a stupidly handsome smile.

Jungkook grinned, reaching out to do that Weird Bro Handshake with Jimin. "Hey, Chim."

You were already plotting various methods of painful revenge in your head.

"Hey, Kook. What are you doing here?"

"I kind of work here," He chuckled. "Well, as of like, yesterday. Today's my first day."

"Oh, so this is the new job you were telling me about," Jimin nodded in realization, then his eyes flickered mischievously to yours. You’re rapidly shaking your head. "You know, this is my friend ___'s favorite coffee spot."

A scowl immediately takes over your face, only to be wiped off and replaced by a sickeningly sweet smile when Jungkook turns his head to look your way. The instant your eyes meet his you quite literally want to melt into the floor. 

Jungkook smiles at you. Like, really smiles. "Hey, that's cool. We'll probably be seeing a lot of each other then, right?"

Across the table, Jimin snorts, which only adds to the way your cheeks are absolutely flaming. You send a harsh kick to Jimin's leg as inconspicuously as you can, all while batting your eyelashes at Jungkook.

"Uh, yeah! We probably... will."

Jungkook looks positively amused, but if he notices Jimin rushing to clutch his leg, he doesn't say anything.

"Sweet," He grins again. There's a brief few seconds where you two are just gazing at each other, stupid and shy, until Jimin loudly clears his throat. "Right, well, I should probably go clock in. Let's chill sometime this week, Chim."

"Sure thing." Jimin sings, smugness plastered all over his face.

Jungkook waves, already backing away from the table with his eyes on you. "Nice meeting you."

You feel yourself flush again and you absolutely hate it. "Nice meeting you too."

With a final smile, Jungkook disappears behind the employee doors. The moment he leaves your eyes are screwed shut and you're slamming your head against the table. The silence speaks for itself. You don't even need to see Jimin's face to know that he's either smirking or stifling his laughter.

"Don't." You warn.

"You just blushed," He says anyway. "Like, four times."

"I most definitely did not blush."

"You did. You still are."

"I'm embarrassed!" You wail. "That's literally the only reason why. I look like I got ran over and dragged for three blocks."

"Jungkook sure doesn't seem to think so," Jimin hums, snickering as he sips his coffee.

"Stop."

"He likes you." He insists.

"He was just being polite." You defend.

"That is literally my childhood best friend. I think I would know."

This makes you pause. Then you sigh. "He doesn't even know me."

He doesn’t disagree. But then again, "Not yet."

"Stop trying to play matchmaker, Jimin. He said five words to me," You spoke firmly, exasperated as you downed the final sip of your latte. "Plus, I'm just focusing on me and my degree right now. No distractions."

Jimin knew that you were already worn out, and even though he was mostly joking around, he wouldn’t want to push you any further. He’d drop it.

"Fine. We'll see who's right in the end, though."

For now.

"I will dump that hot coffee over your head."

As it turns out, Jimin was kind of right.

It takes a grand total of four visits to your favorite coffee shop before Jungkook asks you out. The first time you were by yourself, nose buried in a book as Jungkook was clocking in. He wasn't able to speak to you until about an hour later, when the morning rush had passed and you had finally lifted your head from whatever was in that book. 

You were honestly dreading facing him again, but you were prepared and actually presentable this time. Also you were kind of starving. And so, you hesitantly approached the counter. Jungkook took your order, both of you all fidgeting hands and sheepish smiles. You mentally patted yourself on the back when you spoke without any real mess-ups, and prayed that the cool girl aura you always tried so desperately to maintain was being transmitted. 

Not like you were trying to leave a lasting impression, or anything.

He hand delivered you your coffee and muffin with a beaming grin, all while his new boss glared at him from behind the counter. He didn't have to know that you knew cashiers weren't supposed to serve the food.

The second visit was a few days after. You were with Jimin again, shooting down every jab he made about you only wearing a pretty dress because you knew you would be coming here. Jungkook joined you both during his break. As soon as he untied his apron and sat himself directly across from you, it struck. You knew you were screwed. You just couldn't stop staring at him. The chin in the palm of your hands and sparkles in your eyes type of staring. You would be much more ashamed if you couldn’t see the way he was staring right back. Jimin found this hilarious, of course, and would subtly find ways to connect you two in conversation. You weren't sure if you loved or hated him for it.

It was that visit that Jungkook insisted on sharing his slice of strawberry cake with you, claiming he wasn't that hungry. The both of you were embarrassed, whacking his arm and dismissing him as Jimin complained about being the third wheel. By the end of his break, Jungkook was positively smitten, you were begrudgingly infatuated, and Jimin was awfully smug. He reluctantly said bye to you both, and you were slouching forward with your head in your hands the moment he disappeared from visibility.

Jimin looked extremely pleased. "Believe me now?"

"Focusing on school," You protested. It was a weak one, but. Well.

"Are you trying to convince me or yourself?" He mused.

And suddenly, you were frantic. Panicking. This was definitely not a part of the plan.

Quickly packing up your things, you groaned loudly. "You. Maybe me. Or both. I can't think in this place anymore."

"You'll be all over each other by next week."

"Shh!" You were childishly covering your ears and speed-walking out of the café.

Try as you might, you couldn't help yourself and returned the very next day after all your classes had finished. Jungkook was already there when you walked in, taking a customer's order but doing a double take and flashing you a smile when you appeared in his line of sight. This visit consisted of nothing but pretending.

Pretending to be studying. Pretending you weren't listening to him take orders just to hear his voice. Pretending you weren't sneaking glances at him. Pretending that the way your eyes kept meeting wasn't making your skin prickle. And you were just fine pretending, until suddenly he was in the seat across from with you his apron off and a steaming hot chocolate in hand. You tried your hardest to remain indifferent, you really did. But then he was pushing the beverage towards you with gentle eyes and his smile hopeful, telling you it was his treat because he noticed how hard you were studying. And then you were melting right along with the marshmallows in that mug.

The two of you talked about your majors, your families, your favorite shows, even Jimin. You asked about his tattoos and he explained them with ease. You also may have pulled out one of the oldest tricks in the book at the sight of his knuckle tattoos, gasping in feigned wonder when you pulled his hand against yours to measure the size difference. 

His hand could swallow yours whole and still have some leftover, you discovered. It was a very rewarding experiment.

You made each other laugh and blush down to the very last second of his break. Scarily enough, being in each other's presence was so annoyingly addictive that you found yourself hesitant to watch him leave. You could tell Jungkook felt the same by the way he dragged out his goodbyes. I work again on Thursday, maybe I'll see you then? Your fingers brushed as he softly took the mug from you. It was really fun talking to you. You were biting your lip to keep from smiling embarrassingly big. You look really pretty today, by the way. And then he was off.

You made a strangled noise the second you were outside with your fingers frantically beginning to type a message to Jimin.

promise not to say i told you so :///

Jungkook asked you out on your fourth visit. As soon as you approached the counter, he just blurted it out. As if it was something he couldn't hold on his tongue any longer. You couldn't hear yourself say yes over your brain malfunctioning and the powerful thumping of your heart, but you knew you did. His heartbreakingly gorgeous grin told you so.

On his break, Jungkook brought you a latte with a heart carved in the cream. You just couldn't conceal the coo that escaped you, which quickly resulted in his cheeks reddening. 

Cute, you thought. 

He quizzed you on your personality and the type of activities you liked to do, admitting that he would use the information to conjure up the best date you would ever go on. Six days later, Jungkook stayed true to his word. Not only was it the best date you had ever been on, but you were completely certain it would ruin any other dates for you moving forward, unless they were with him. Much to your annoyance and also utter delight, you were so sure of Jeon Jungkook and your brief but striking time together that you kissed him. Right on the swings of your favorite childhood playground, first date rules tossed aside.

He was so caught off guard that his eyes expanded to twice their normal size and your teeth banged together. You drew back, slightly mortified and ready to jump to your death from the tallest slide on the playground, but Jungkook was huffing a laugh onto your lips and grabbing your face like it was nothing. Then you two got it just right, and something clicked. The earth fell off its axis and you were rendered breathless and all that nauseating cliché shit you chastised as a myth. And from that day forward, you two were completely, tooth-rottingly, inseparable.

"Easy," Jungkook proclaimed, pecking your lips. "We finished the tree."

He set you back on the floor gently, releasing a dramatic breath of air as if lifting you to place the star on top of the tree had actually winded him. As if he wasn't a muscle pig. You rolled your eyes and told him as much.

"Don't be a baby, muscle pig," You shoved at his bicep, only proving your point further when he didn't move an inch. ‘And I finished the tree.”

Instead, he caught the hand that you nudged him with and pulled your back to his chest, caging you between his arms. "Muscle pig, huh? That's what you think of me, baby?"

You flushed at the teasing lilt in his voice, suddenly very eager to escape his hold. But try as you might, he just wouldn't budge. A loud laugh left your throat as you flailed in his grasp, his muscled arms bulging in the turtleneck you bought him for his birthday a few months ago. Suddenly, you decided that you would be returning it for your own personal peace.

A high pitched whine left your mouth, one that lost all its seriousness once it was drowned out by your giggles. "Jungkook, let go of me!"

You would just not stop wiggling, and Jungkook could not stop laughing. He could live the rest of his life like this, his brain pauses to think. He's so happy.

And when you're thrashing so violently that your heel kicks his pocket with a force that has an object clattering onto the floor, Jungkook has never reacted faster in his life. Instantly your imprisonment is gone, and Jungkook is on your floor in a flash. Your eyebrows draw together at the sight of him scrambling for whatever it is, and all you're able to see is a sleek black case before he's quickly stuffing it back in his pocket.

You're eyeing him when he rises back on his feet. "Feel like sharing?"

Jungkook whistles noncommittally. "Not particularly, no."

There's a drawn-out beat of silence where you're just gazing at each other, neither one of you backing down. And then you're crossing your arms, and he's looking at your nose and your forehead and anywhere but your eyes, and then you're arching an eyebrow. He looks at you and breaks. Defeat.

"It's your present," He lets out a heavy sigh. "Well, the main one anyway."

You positively squeal. "Ooh! Can I see? Please?"

"Baby, it's the 20th."

"Can I have a hint?"

Jungkook blinks. "No, you cannot have a hint."

You're instantly pouting, but Jungkook expects that, because he knows you better than anyone else. Which is why he knows that you're a little spoiled, with a bit of a bratty streak, with just a dash of calculated charm that you use to your advantage to get just about anything you want. He's never seen it as a bad thing. In fact, he finds it cute. A little hot, too, if he's being truthful.

Anyway, he came prepared. Just as you're opening your mouth to no doubt make him spill the surprise, he's hushing you with a bruising kiss to your lips. The kind of kiss that makes you go pliant against him, the kind that makes you make a little noise in the back of your throat. The kind you've been waiting for all night. 

It’s the trick that never truly runs its course. 

And Jungkook is melting, too. Melting, turning to mush at your very feet, until you're moving backwards and clutching at his shoulders, ready to push him onto the couch.

"Mmm," He's humming against you, before he reluctantly draws back. He lets you chase his lips once, twice, before he chuckles lowly. "Hold on, angel."

You're suddenly feeling warm all over after his kisses, wanting nothing more than to cuddle into him into the couch and feel him next to you. Or maybe above you. With that chain you always tugged on dangling in your face. You really weren't picky.

You watched Jungkook break away from you and rummage through his bag with a frown and a newfound heat at the pit of your belly. "It can't wait?"

Like he said, he knows you, which means he knew kisses alone wouldn’t be able to satiate you nor get you to stop asking questions for the entire week. No matter how mind-numbing they may be.

"One second," He promised, and you definitely counted at least five, but he quickly found what he was looking for all the same. "I brought a surprise. Well, two surprises."

He was holding both of his hands behind his back with this stupid grin on his face. You squinted for a few seconds, suspicious, before breathing out a laugh. "Are you ever gonna show me?"

Jungkook looked way too happy with himself.

"The most important surprise is mistletoe, obviously. Gonna have to find a way to glue it on to the ceiling above your bed." And there was that mischievous little smile that told you he had every intention of carrying that out.

You folded your arms over your body and scoffed. Even if you were trying and failing to keep your lips from quirking up and possibly, maybe finding it a little harder to breathe all of a sudden. "You're unbelievable, Jeon."

He just winked and held up his other hand, pulling a gasp from your lips the second you realized what it was.

"The Polar Express!"

"I had to check like, four different stores in the mall to find it. That's why I got here a little late, by the way. But I thought we could make some hot chocolate like in the movie and watch it together and," Jungkook pauses to think, licking his lips. "There's a 'ride my train' joke in here somewhere but I don't know how to say it."

He's snorting at his own delivery before you are, and once your giggles permeate the air he's invading your space again with a lovesick smile.

"You are the sweetest boy," You praise, holding his pretty face with both hands and peppering small kisses all over it the way he secretly likes. "But you make me sick to my stomach sometimes."

If anything, this makes him smile even wider. "I love you too, baby."

You and Jungkook are in complete darkness besides the light coming from the TV in your room playing Polar Express. His head is on your shoulder with his arm strewn across your waist, and his entire leg slotted between yours. He's soft. He smells like the lavender body soap you keep in your shower. His gentle breaths hit your neck every time he exhales and you're now cliché enough to believe that the heart underneath you beats in tandem with yours. 

Both of your stomachs are filled from the takeout he ordered for dinner and the peppermint hot chocolate you made while he was in the shower. You're still mentally replaying the moment he stepped back in your room, towel wrapped around his waist with droplets of water cascading down his body. His prominent abs and tattoos and wet hair had you scrambling to sit up, clearing your throat as you tasked yourself with handing him his mug. If he noticed you ogling him, he surely didn’t react to it.

Made us some cocoa, you said.

He brought the beverage to his nose and sniffed once, twice, before his entire face bunched up. Peppermint is nasty. Then he was gulping it down.

I thought it was nasty, you laughed in disbelief.

Nothing you make me can be nasty. Thank you, baby.

And now you’re thoroughly warm from the tips of your fingertips down to your toes, and you figure it has less to do with the cocoa and more with the way Jungkook so obviously loves you. The way you love him.

Feeling a tugging at your shirt, you look down to see him peering up at you with a dazed twinkle in his eye. "You're not hot in this?"

You purse your lips and pause, knowing what was coming. "No. Are you?"

He has the decency to look a little clueless. He was always doing that, in a playfully childish way you grew to love.

"Actually, yeah I am," Jungkook furrows his brows, like it was something he was just now realizing. And then he's sitting up and pulling his shirt over his head, and you're instantly staring at his back and remembering the way it feels to rake your fingers up and down it, and he's turning back to you with a lazy smirk. "You don't wanna take yours off, angel?"

You swallow. "I'm okay."

Jungkook starts to laugh, that cocky laugh that is equal parts douchebag-ish and sexy. He's most definitely turning you on and he most definitely knows this, which is why you're glaring at him until he reaches over you and picks up the mistletoe from your bedside desk. He dangles it over your heads, makes sure to wriggle his eyebrows suggestively when he does it, and you want to laugh, you really do. You would probably roll your eyes and call him a nerd too while you were at it, if it weren't for the way he was changing his position and starting to lean over you. Crowding your space in your favorite way. 

Jungkook hears your breathing pick up once you're directly under him, watches the way your lips part and your eyes change for him, and decides to go for the kill.

Nothing about the kiss was soft or gentle. Jungkook clearly had a point to prove and knew how he wanted to do it. The dangling mistletoe was soon forgotten in favor of holding your face by your chin, landing with a chime on your wooden floors. He worked your mouth open in that sloppy, messy, dirty way he only exhibited when he was feeling particularly desperate. Saliva pooled at the corners of your mouth and you were trembling underneath him, clutching at the warm skin of his back. It was nasty, absolutely obscene the way his tongue was in your mouth like his life depended on it. And you loved it. You couldn't stop making these little sounds, and Jungkook was groaning into your mouth right along with you. You were seconds away from pleading for him to do anything he wanted, to make you his, when he's abruptly pulling from you with a wet pop and a string of saliva between you.

Your ragged breaths fill the air, both of your chests heaving as you take a second to attempt to drag yourself out of the haze he's built around you two.

The asshole has the audacity to laugh. "Hot yet?"

"You don't have to bring out the mistletoe to kiss me, you know." You eventually say instead.

"I know," He pants, still smiling like the all-consuming beauty he is. "But you love Christmas. And it's our first. Wanna do it right."

You feel the need to close your eyes, let his words sink in, and so you do. You let the statement blanket over you until you're positively beaming, and when you open your eyes, he is the same. You are so irreversibly in love and you think he might be perfect. You tell him as much.

"You're perfect," You say, all soft and starry eyed. You're nodding when he starts shaking his head, and when the tips of his ears begin to turn red and he's putting his head down, you're giggling and putting both hands on either side of his head to get his eyes back on yours. "I love you a lot."

Jungkook is so happy. "Love you most."

And then he's leaning down again. This kiss is much less frantic, more steady, but still passionate and still with Jungkook, which means it fills your body with heat all the same. Your head is floating and you're squirming under his hold again when you break apart for air.

There's no point in trying to resist him anymore. You never can.

"I'm gonna take my sweater off now."

Jungkook scrunches his nose, and grins. "Okay."

read part two here!

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man i’d marry all three of them in a heartbeat...

Marriage Headcanons

Dwight Fairfield

Dwight is the one that asks you to marry him. He tries his best to make something cute for you to remember -- but it’s mostly because he fears that if his ask isn’t good enough, you’ll say no. He’s terrified of being turned down. 

He spends weeks with Claudette (even Max at times), learning how to make decorations out of flowers. It’s one of the few things he has an abundance of in the fog. He’s clumsy and finds working with such small, fragile little flowers very difficult. But he tries his best. 

The day of the proposal comes. He takes you into the woods, holding your hand. Going for a walk, as... Usual. Right? Nothing different about this, no. Except that he has a few random petals stuck to his shirt and he looks extremely frazzled. You pretend you don’t notice.

He’s decked out a small area with absolutely adorable decorations. Trees are covered with flowers and vines. You see a small Dwight-shaped dent on the floor where he’s obviously fell from a tree. He looks incredibly nervous as he asks if you like it. You’re distracted as you look around, but that’s fine. He knew you would be. You wander over to a tree, where something has been carved into the bark. It’s his initials with yours. Your heart flutters. You turn around to say something, but find him on the floor. Down on one knee. His face is bright red and he’s trying very hard to look you in the eye. He asks you to marry him, his voice quaking.

Obviously you accept, don’t even fight me. He’s a cutie.

Wedding day comes. You make do with what you can in the fog. The Doctor hears about your wedding and insists on being your officiator, but you somehow manage to worm your way out of it. Ash ends up doing it. He cracks jokes the entire time, but he’s smiling and you can see he’s genuinely really happy for you two. Also? Bill walks you down the make-shift aisle. 

Dwight’s wearing black trousers, a grey waistcoat, and a white shirt. There’s a pink flower tucked into the pocket of the coat, and it suits the blush on his face. 

He’s so nervous that when he tries to say his vows to you (that he wrote himself!), he stutters and and chokes. He says sorry, but a patient smile from you spurs him on. 

If you don’t think he cries at his own wedding, then you’re wrong. 

If you take his last name, he is so happy. Literally overjoyed. Sometimes he gets all giddy and giggly and holds your hands and grins as he’s like, “Mrs/Mr Fairfield, I love you : )”

Jake Park

Much more chill about it. There’s not so much planning, but that’s fine. That’s not who he is. He gets you alone, both of you just lying next to a makeshift fire he’s made away from the main camp. He’s running his fingers through your hair, watching the light of the flames dance across your cheeks. He softly calls your name, and you look up at him. He smiles. It’s so nice to see his calm moments where he doesn’t have to worry about anything else. 

“What would you say,” he starts, mouth pulled into a lopsided grin. “If a certain someone was to ask you to marry him?”

You blink at him, confused. It takes you a few seconds to get what he’s hinting. You giggle nervously and ball his shirt into your fists. “Don’t know,” you glance at him. “Depends who it is.” “Tall. Scruffy hair, dark eyes. People think he’s pretty weird, you wouldn’t know him. Think he’s called Jake.”You play along, your cheeks going red. He’s grinning at you with a goofy smile. “Jake... Jake... It’s ringing a bell. I don’t think he’s so bad. I might say yes.” He nods, pretending to think it over. And then he meets your eyes, and casually just, “hey, I’m Jake. Will you marry me?” You snort and nod, and he pulls you deeper into his arms. He’s so dumb, but you love him for it. 

Wedding is a small thing. He didn’t even want everyone to come, but you put a stop to that. All the survivors are invited. Some of the killers are even there. You’re pretty sure that you saw the Demogorgon stuffing his entire face into a bouquet that Claudette gave you. Whatever. As long as no one’s getting hurt. 

Jake’s somehow managed to scrounge up something decent to wear. You see Dwight fixing Jake’s tie for him like a mother hen while Jake complains. It’s cute. Dwight’s his best man and he takes that job seriously. 

For some reason, Ace is the one that officiates. He practically demands the job. He’s surprisingly very good at it. Could he have dabbled in it back in Vegas? Who knows. 

He tries to wear his scarf for the wedding but Dwight practically wrestles him down for you to take it away. 

It’s a fun time all around honestly. He pretends like he’s bothered by so many little things, but he loves the day so so much. You look perfect. He’s glad his friends are there. 

The night does end with dancing. Jake refused to dance, so Ace grabs your hand and moves to take the dance for him, but... Jake quickly pushes in and steals your hand back to dance : )

Yui Kimura

Yui didn’t think she’d ever be married. It just wasn’t something that ever crossed her mind. But then you came along. She asks you to marry her in the heat of the moment during a trial. 

She’d been forced to watch you dance around, avoiding the killer’s attacks. She was on a hook, she couldn’t help! When you’d been hit the first time, she’d decided enough was enough. Yui yeeted herself straight off the hook. It caused enough surprise to throw the killer off, and she grabbed your hand and made a break for it. Both of you were injured, but she managed to get you out of harms way. 

Now, picture you both collapsing against a wall, wheezing tiredly. Yui shifts around to your front and grabs your face in her hands. “Don’t do that!” She hisses. You can see the fear in her eyes. The fear of losing you.

She goes silent for a few moments, thinking. And then she blurts it out.

“Marry me.” 

It’s more of a command than a question. You can’t refuse. Please attack her with happy kisses.

Yui struggled with the wedding. She wasn’t sure whether she wanted to wear a suit or a dress. You tell her she could wear literal leaves and still be the prettiest woman on earth. The thought makes her giggle. 

She ends up wearing a dress. She looks fucking fantastic. You cannot pry the goggles from her, however. She gets married in those. She also wears biker boots underneath a knee-length white dress. She’s so fucking cool.

If you’re a girl/on the more feminine side, she’s the one that waits at the alter. And that’s fine! She just really wanted to see you walking over to her. Bill ends up officiating this time -- mostly because Yui wasn’t entirely sure she could trust anyone else with an important job like that. Ash walks you down the aisle, cracking jokes the entire time. If you’d prefer to be the one at the alter, that’s fine too! It’s the same setup, just you’ve switched places.

If her bike is somehow in the fog, you can bet your ass that someone has taken it upon themselves to put “Just Married” on the back, followed with clanking empty cans. 

Should you be the smaller of the couple, Yui can and will swipe you off your feet the moment you’re told to kiss.