#That shit looks so comfy and cozy and cute and has such good shapes and I want it so bad
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Man, it's so crazy how a few days ago, some funny sweaters dealt critical damage to me and made me significantly more of a furry and I can't get the thought out of my head of how much I want really big, fluffy paw gloves and shoes now.
Granted, I guess this isn't too surprising because I've been obsessed with character design where the limbs have a reverse taper and the hands/feet are stumpy (not necessary, but it helps) for a very long time. Really, this was an inevitability.
I think this also means that I have finally crossed over the threshold where I feel comfortable actively referring to myself as a furry. I mean, that sentence implies I was uncomfortable with it before, but I wasn't. I just felt more like an outsider looking in until recently.
#No but like you have no clue how much I've been obsessing over the idea of having paws lately#I see certain kinds of fursuit paws and I'm like#Damn#That shit looks so comfy and cozy and cute and has such good shapes and I want it so bad#It'd give me so much euphoria to be able to give myself stumpier rounder proportions like that#So anyways I'm a silly furry stuffie with big dumb paws now and will be editing my sona to reflect this
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To Shape a Home (9)
Autumn- Chapter 9
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Bakugo x reader
Warnings: BEING CUTE WITH COWSSSSSS
WC: 4.5k
a/n: ANOTHER ONE OF MY FAVOROTE CHAPTERS TO WRITE AND LOWKEY THE INSPIRATION FOR THIS ENTIRE FIC! HE COWSSSSSS
Katsuki’s house isn’t at all what you expected. You’re not sure what you expected, but it strikes you as more normal than you thought it would be. The grass when you pull up is perfectly mowed, his barn is in great shape. There’s a tiny herd of cows out grazing in his small fenced in field. The grass is exceptionally green even under the autumn sun.
There aren’t many trees on his property so it feels more open and free. It smells like manure, and wet leaves but it’s not a bad scent. It’s comforting. Even the outside of his home is comforting. It looks cozy and inviting which is ironic considering he was anything but that when you first met. But it means he takes extra care of his land and somehow that makes you want to know him even more.
When you pull into his long driveway your stomach is gurgling with so many nerves. You almost wish you could throw up and get it all out and then walk up to his house with your head held high. Instead, you struggle holding the pan of pumpkin squares you spent hours obsessing over and nudging the truck door closed with your hip.
Katsuki answers the door almost immediately after you knock. Was he waiting for you? Did he see you drive up? He looks different standing in the comforts of his own home, more relaxed as he stands barefoot in a simple black shirt and sweatpants. As always he looks good, but something about him being comfortable even though you’re around, makes your stomach do flips.
“Afternoon, Katsuki. Hope you’ve got a sweet tooth,” you say, beaming up at him.
He raises an eyebrow and you hold the fancy ceramic baking dish up for him to catch a whiff of the treat.
“Thought you said you were makin’ a dumb ass casserole or somethin’,” he replies stepping aside to let you in.
“I don’t think you’ve earned my cooking yet,” you joke and he snorts.
The inside of Katsuki’s home is also not what you expected. It’s open just as the land outside is. Clean, organized, not heavily decorated but containing all the essentials. Nothing’s out of place and it feels very generic, save for the huge round rug in the middle of the living room.
The walls are empty, the furniture looks comfy but plain. He doesn’t have a tv, or pictures or anything that would hint at anyone actually living here. It smells like lemon cleaner and you wonder if he’s been cleaning all day in preparation for your visit.
“Shoes off?” you ask, looking up at him as he closes the door behind you.
“Iffin ya don’t mind. Don’t like all the mud and shit on the floors and rugs,” he grunts, blushing slightly.
You smile to yourself; so he does care about his home. It’s strange that there’s no other decorations. Maybe he’s just not that into interior design? You make a mental note to ask him about it later as you slide out of your boots. When they’re off and sitting propped by the door, you both stand in the foyer awkwardly.
You bite the side of your cheek as you sway awkwardly and wait for him to say or do anything but he only stares out the window in the living room with his arms crossed over his chest. You take a deep breath, ok so he needs a little help. That you can do.
“So uhh..can I take these to the kitchen? I’m watching you eat at least one before I leave so you can tell me how great of a baker I am.”
You hold the dish up again and he smirks—thankfully—before he brushes past you and beckons you into the kitchen. As you stroll through the hallway you notice the bare walls again. They definitely stand out, is it because they’re bare like yours? How long has he lived here? Certainly long enough to have some decorations up.
You’re even more curious when you notice the ghost of a picture frame on the wall the stairs lead up to. So he did have something hanging there. What was it and why is it gone now? You get the feeling there’s a long story behind it, he did tell you about an ex-girlfriend when you were in the cellar together.
The kitchen is more lively when you step in and place your pan down on the island. You’ll bet that he actually spends most of his time here which is…hot. A man that can cook? Hot. A man that likes to cook? Even better.
Do not think about cooking together in the kitchen. Don’t be stupid.
His kitchen has huge windows like yours. He must like the natural light and warmth of the sun while he cooks as well. His appliances are newer than yours but his pots and pans are worn or loved is what your Gran would have called them and again that makes you smile.
Everything is still tidy, but there’s more evidence of someone living here, an obvious difference to the rest of the house. Like a half empty glass on the wooden island, condensation leaking down the side and pooling beneath it. You twitch your fingers, it needs a coaster but this isn’t your house so you refrain.
Your nose is in the air when you enter, it smells like coffee, freshly brewed and instantly you’re dying for a cup. It’s still brewing, the sound of the brown liquid dripping into the pot is like a symphony to a coffee addict like yourself.
You raise an eyebrow, “Coffee? Didn’t take you for the type,” you say nodding toward the coffeemaker.
It looks brand spanking new which means he either never uses it or he bought it with the intention of serving coffee today. You shrug off the idea though, there’s no way he’s that interested in trying to impress you. He pulls a mug from a cupboard behind him and when noticing your eyes flicking over to the leaking glass he —thankfully, good gosh— slides a coaster under it.
“I ain’t. But I figured you were,” he mutters, trying to bury his consideration under a gruff nonchalance. He tacks on, “Shitty bean water but you city folk go nuts over it,” for good measure.
As the coffee brews, you chat more and it’s normal. It’s like popping rows of bubble wrap. Each little pop of new information he shares with you is like a rush of joy sent to your head. You find out little things about his hobbies and find yourself craving more. Peeling back his layers could be one of your favorite pastimes.
He makes his own fishing lures, which turn out to be very impressive because he has an eye for creativity. You knew this, clearly from the way he picked up the painting techniques you taught in class easily, but this seems more his speed. The ones he begrudgingly show you are extremely well crafted with no mistakes or weird knots in the thread. He’s got a steady hand, and you see him blush from the corner of your eye when you stare in amazement and compliment how beautiful his creations are.
He also likes to cook—called it—and spends an unhealthy amount of time thinking of new recipes to use the plentiful amount of veggies he harvests every year. You blow his mind when you suggest he jars his veggies and keep them saved for winter and you smirk to yourself when he accepts the offer for you to help him get started at a later date.
Sitting on the stool against the island, you notice how much closer he is to you. He’s leaning on the counter toward you with an arm resting near yours. You almost want to reach out and put a gentle hand over it.
You’re swooning–well not outwardly–when he talks about how much care goes into planting and taking care of the crops he grows. He almost looks like a different person. His shoulders are relaxed and he looks dazed when he peers out the window over the outstretch of his land. There’s no wrinkle between his brows, he leans close to the open window above the sink, closes his eyes and takes a deep breath in and out.
“It’s paradise,” he mutters in a voice akin to a father praising his newborn son.
You think you get it now. Seeing him in this brief moment makes your heart swell, it makes you wish he was always this comfortable and calm and free. You’ve caught glimpses of it for sure, when he played with Frenchie at the fishing spot, or when he painted those perfect mountains on the canvas in your art class. But nothing beats the few seconds of him appreciating his home and his land and hardwork. If you could pause and take a picture of this moment, you would.
The slow drip of coffee in the pot soothes the atmosphere and as it dribbles to a halt you barely notice. You’re in the middle of a heated discussion because he had the nerve to call you a music snob. Like he has any right to call anyone a snob, he just got done telling you about how he only uses “fresh herbs” when he cooks.
“I’m not a snob because I like the authentic sound of a record, asshole,” you say pouting as he laughs at you.
“Ya see, that’s exactly what a music snob would say. ‘Authentic sound’, what a nerd! “ he mocks, wrapping an arm around his stomach and laughing harder.
When you poke your lips out further and –very childishly- stick your tongue out at him, he surprises both of you by lightly grasping your chin between his thumb and index finger. It’s a very quick gesture but it doesn’t manage to go unnoticed by both of you. It brings the conversation to a halt and you’re left blinking and blushing in surprise as he clears his throat.
“Coffee’s done,” he mutters and turns away to grab a mug and pour some for you.
Shake it off, don’t make this anymore weird than it already is, you say to yourself.
You were doing fine. Conversation seems to run smoothly when you both let yourself stay loose and enjoy the moment. Why do you keep fighting this? Why do you keep pulling back or being surprised when he touches you. God, you’ve never been this indecisive when it came to dating any of your exes, but with Katsuki it’s like an entirely new experience.
“How do you take it?”
His voice tears you out of your mind babble. “Oh uhh just a bit of milk or cream,” you sputter.
He gives you a look, that “I’m judging your choices look” and instantly you poke your lips out and pout again. “Last time I checked you were a farmer not a judge, so quit judging me,” you snap shimmying off the stool and grabbing your dish of pumpkin squares.
He smacks his lips and rolls his eyes as he adds cream to your coffee, sets the mug in front of you, then moves to grab two saucers from the cabinet. It’s fluid, natural, like you’ve both been doing this for a long time and it makes you think about how if you lived together, your morning routine would be a piece of cake.
Oh geez, morning routine? You feel like you’re a kid again, drawing your name with your crush’s name in hearts on your notebook. Pathetic. You’re not even sure this man actually likes you like that. A few months ago he hated your guts.
You sigh and he places the saucers down in front of you. Then he moves behind you, a hand on the small of your back and grunts, “sorry” before he opens a drawer and pulls out a spatula for you to serve the cake. You still feel the warmth of his palm on your back and the hair on your arm stands up.
Ok so maybe he does like you.
The smuggest smile you can muster is plastered on your face when you watch Katsuki take a bite of your pumpkin square. You’d watched nervously as he sniffed and smelled and grimaced at your pastry before hesitantly putting it to his lips and taking a bite. But the second it hit his tongue his grimace changed instantly to shock. He continues chewing as you take a sip of your coffee to hide your delight behind the mug.
“The fuck did ya put in this?” he asks as he takes another bite. This time you can’t help the squeal of excitement that escapes you.
“Is it that good?” There’s something about hearing praise from him. It makes you tingle, makes you shiver in excitement. It makes you feel special. You get the feeling he doesn’t give praise out willy nilly. Checkmate.
“I made the cream cheese myself! Used Fatima’s milk and spent like three days making it into cream cheese and then making it a sweet frosting was easy after I got the right consistency,” you explain putting a finger to your lips and rambling.
“Fatima?” Katsuki grunts as he shoves the remaining bite into his mouth.
“Mmm hmm. My cow,” you nod.
“You have a cow?”
“Yeah! I got her two weeks ago. That’s why I've been so busy. Been trying to get her accustomed to her new home,” you say proudly.
You don’t miss the small breath of relief that escapes him when you explain. So he did think you were avoiding him –you were but he didn’t need to know that–but you’re happy he believes otherwise. His shoulders relax a bit more and he’s no longer clenching his fists.
“Her and Frenchie get along perfectly. She’s a good gal. Easy to talk to,” you continue.
“Easy to talk to? Right, I forgot you talk to your animals like their humans.”
It always comes back to this. He really should try it before he judges you. You remember his confusion when you mentioned his “lonely look.” It’s still there, behind his eyes and in the way he speaks and moves but you’ve noticed it’s not so prominent anymore.
“I’m telling you, don’t knock it til you try it,” you shrug.
“They don’t talk back dummy, how am I supposed to have a conversation?” He argues, folding his arms over his chest.
“They talk back…in their own way. You just gotta listen to them,” you insist moving closer to poke him in the chest. This time the action is more casual, teasing, and friendly. Yeah, you got this.
“Pft,” he scoffs.
The spark of an idea lights up your face then and you hold your hand up to his face, palm upward.
“I’ll prove it. Take me to the cows,” you say, shaking your hand in front of him so that he gets the hint to grab it and guide you. Is this a ploy to try and hold his hand? Maybe. But also his cows deserve this so it’s a win for all parties involved.
His eyes swivel between your hand and your face a few times before he rolls his eyes and grabs it, pulling you toward the door in the kitchen. His hand tightens around yours and you can’t help thinking how perfectly your hand fits in his.
When you both pull back on your shoes and he pulls you outside, you’re hit with a crisp autumn breeze that blows through the knitted holes of your cardigan. The back of his home is even more beautiful than the front and you’re left speechless as you stare out onto the land.
More rolling hills in the distance illuminated by the golden afternoon sun, a few trees that still cling to their colorful leaves for warmth but none more grand than a huge oak tree that stands taller than any of the plants or buildings on his property. It’s gorgeous, something about it draws you in. You stare in amazement with parted lips and wide eyes.
“What? Don’t tell me they don’t have trees in the city?” he groans.
You’re too immersed in the scene to fire back a snappy comment. Instead, you keep staring and whisper in a dreamy voice, “It's beautiful. So old and lovely. Like it’s holding so many stories and memories. It’s fantastic.”
“Would you let me paint it one day?”
He pauses and with a cocked eyebrow stares at you for what seems like hours. He must think you’re nuts, going all goo goo eyed over a goddamn tree. Still, you do really want to paint it, you can almost feel your limbs moving to outline it now. He turns away and you catch the way the tip of his ears are bright red under his tanned skin.
“Iffin ya want,” he shrugs and pulls you forward to continue leading you to the cow pen.
Katsuki has five cows and it’s super impressive. You’ve had a bit of a rough time trying to get into the groove of taking care of Fatima and for a few days you thought about giving up and giving her back to the seller. But you prevailed and now she’s become the greatest cow who ever lived, at least in your mind.
Katsuki’s cows are all beautiful, well fed, healthy, pretty coats, everything you expected after seeing the way he dotes on other portions of his home. When you approach the pen and Katsuki unhooks the gate and steps in, one of the cows looks up and takes a few steps toward him. You smile as the others snort and groan, sticking their noses in the half full trough.
The cow who’s slowly making her way over to Katsuki, bellows a low groan and when she reaches him, she knocks her head against his shoulder. He smiles and pats her snout, rubbing it gently before giving her a once over and deciding she still looks good. You tiptoe over to her with a hand outstretched, smiling warmly before she sniffs your hand and licks it.
She is a beauty, chocolate brown with a few white spots across her belly. Her snout and udder are a powdery pink, her fur soft, and when she looks at you her eyes radiate warmth and understanding. She knows you’re a friend and it makes joy bubble up inside of you.
“Hey pretty girl,” you say sweetly.
You move to look into her eyes, she’s gentle, friendly and from the way her ears perk up at your voice, eager to communicate. You nuzzle your nose against her snout then turn to Katsuki who’s watching you like you’re a Disney princess talking to all her little animal friends.
“Does she have a name?” you ask.
“Course. They all do. I ain’t a monster. I just don’t have weird small talk with ‘em,” he grumbles. He pushes his lips out pouting and you giggle. What a baby.
“What’s her name?”
Katsuki glances at the pattern on her side then says simply “Belle.”
“Belle! That’s cute. And the others?” you squeal stroking her snout as her tail swings back and forth.
He hesitates and huffs and you can tell he’s contemplating whether he wants to share or not. Fortunately, he lifts a finger and points to each cow. “Lucy, Himiko, Mara, and that’s…”
He trails off and grits his teeth in frustration. Strange. That’s the first time he’s looked annoyed since coming out to the pen.
You raise an eyebrow. “That’s…?”
He growls and his jaw sets before he sighs in defeat. “Sweet Mama.”
No fucking way.
“Sweet Mama?! Oh my god,” you gasp, then double over laughing so hard Belle huffs an annoyed breath at you for being so loud. You quickly apologize, scratching behind her ear and soothing her before you address Katsuki. “I would’ve never thought you- “
“I didn’t.” He seethes. “I lost a bet while drinking with that damn idiot Denki. He won so he got to name her,” he explains in a rush.
Drinking? But, you thought he didn’t drink. You’re not sure where you got that idea from, no one told you but for some reason you always got the feeling he was uncomfortable around booze. Something about his body language or the way he is always sipping water at a get together. Granted, Eiji did tell you he works at Toshi’s so he can’t be too bothered by it.
“I’m surprised you stuck with it,” you reply honestly and he tuts.
He lifts his nose into the air stubbornly and folds his arms over his hulking chest. The muscles in his arm flex under the afternoon sun and you quickly tear your eyes away to look into Belle’s eyes. You swear she slides you a sly wink and you clear your throat quietly and mutter ”quit it,” to her under your breath.
“I keep my promises. No matter how stupid they are,” he says proudly. Your heart leaps at his statement and you remember the way he peered into your eyes and said I ain’t gonna let anything happen to you or the dog, alrite? I promise.
“Plus, stubborn gal won’t answer to anything but that. I think she fucking likes it,” he groans, giving her a sour but sweet frown.
You giggle again. “Ok we’ll start with Belle then. She seems like she knows you the best,” you say rubbing her side gently and blowing her kisses.
Katsuki looks surprised, “Well uhh…she was the first cow I got but how can you tell that?” he asks, moving closer to her and throwing an arm over her neck.
Is he being serious? He really doesn’t see it? You want to make a snide comment about how he must be really good at shutting things out not to notice the obvious enamored expression this cow is giving him.
Instead you shrug and say “She’s the only one who took a step toward the gate when we opened it.”
“So?”
“So…it means she’s looking forward to seeing you. The others know when the gate is open it probably means you’re cleaning or getting them water or food or something, so they move toward the trough. She stepped toward you to greet you because she loves you,” you explain, keeping your eyes fixed on Belle as you rub her softly.
He stares a bit dumbfounded. Does he think he’s unlovable? Even from the animals he takes care of everyday? You knew Katsuki had baggage, but that thought makes you want to clutch your chest in pain. Instead you shake your head in mock disappointment trying to keep the mood light. “Wow, you’d think I was the country expert.”
“Shaddup,”he grumbles back.
“Ok, now look in her eyes and say hello,” you instruct, pulling his hand to replace yours on her snout.
Katsuki looks down at his own hand then back to you with hesitation before he –finally–mumbles a hello. He’s awkward, fidgety, and frustrated as he stumbles over his words. You’re petting Belle’s snout and whispering sweet things in her ear as she huffs and picks up on her farmer’s emotions.
“This is fucking stupid!” Katsuki yells suddenly and Belle grunts loudly with him taking a few steps back. You can feel her huffing in and out in the same frustration.
You reach out to Katsuki who has turned away from the cow and folded his arms over his chest, pouting again.
“No no it’s not! You’re doing great. She’s already connecting with you. When you get frustrated or nervous, so does she. Look!” you grasp his hand and it’s very warm. In your clutch he instantly calms and you try to push his delicious scent back out of your mind to focus on Belle again.
You pull his hand to her side so he can feel her breathing and when you instruct him to take a deep breath in and out to calm himself, the cow huffs out with you both.
“It’s ok mama. He’s calming down now, see?” you whisper to her in reassurance.
You stare into her eyes and you can see something that wasn’t there before. Then you glance around her to stare at Katsuki and nod for him to continue talking to her. He watches you as you soothe her, and you see a tiny spark in his eye as he realizes how connected Belle is to him.
He speaks gently this time, taking another deep breath and focusing all of his attention on the animal. He’s very sweet, way less harsh than his usual bite and growl. It’s unusual but comforting and for a second, just one tiny blip of a second you picture him speaking to a baby in his arms who looks just like him.
He scoffs as she butts her head against his chest and you can’t tear your eyes away from him.
“You think your nips are cold? Shoulda seen me last winter shoveling the entryway for you gals. Straight through my shirt, almost tore it,” he jokes and pats her head. He seems lost in the conversation and it’s a shame when your guffaw interrupts the moment and Belle groans and moos loudly.
Katsuki tries to look angry at the interruption but he smirks at you, unable to keep up the snarl on his face.
“She said quit laughing at me. She’s the woman of the house. She’ll stick up for me and kick your ass if you keep it up,” he pouts, pushing his lips out.
“Haha I guess I should apologize,” you say, patting her side and smiling big at him.
As Katsuki continues muttering sweet things to Belle, you watch his hands tenderly rub through her fur. You notice how long and thick his lashes are and how strong and prominent his jaw is as he smiles to himself while chatting with her. He’s… handsome, beautiful even, when he’s calm and looking like this. Your heart skips a beat and then speeds up.
“I’m sorry for bein’ an asshole to ya when ya first got here and at Toshi’s,” he says suddenly.
You’re caught off guard as he moves a hand over yours. He squeezes it and you swallow hard. The intensity of the light hearted moment shifts into something more intimate and again you have a pull in your gut that tells you to move in to press your lips against his.
You push it away and instead say with a shrug, “I’m sorry I remind you of bad memories.”
“You don’t.”
He says it a little too quickly it almost sounds desperate and when he realizes it he turns his attention back to Belle quickly. Yet his hand stays planted atop yours. You grab it and he intakes a sharp breath that you ignore as you pull him back toward the house.
“Let’s have more cake, yeah?” you say cheerily as he walks behind you.
You don’t have to turn around to see his stifled delight as he squeezes your hand again and mutters, “Yeah, ok.”
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How about with alcohol? See above
Do you have sisters? How many, what ages and what’re they called? Two sisters. Candice, 35 and Kathleen, 25. Is your grandmother older than sixty five? They're both passed but yes, they would be older than 65.
Do you slam doors often? Nah. Not intentionally at least.
Have you ever slapped someone in the face? For what reason? Yeah. If you remember, I grew up with two sisters!
Do you snack a lot or just eat big meals? Lately I've been CRAZY snacky!
Do you smile more often, or frown? Smile
Are you wearing socks? Begrudgingly Do you say sorry too often? Far more often than I should
What’s a sound that always soothes you? The laughter and voices of my babies :)
Do you carry a lot of spare change? How much is on you now? None ever
Do you own a swimsuit of the Speedo brand? Nope
Do you like sunflowers? I do!
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baby, you is a vampire (5) | jjk
Pairing: Vampire!Jungkook x Reader
Word Count: 1092
Genre: Fluff
Summary: you, reader, meet jeon jungkook on a fine summer’s day and wow, after a year of dating! you learn he’s a vampire! how dumb could you have been? WOW vampires are real!
Warnings: mentions of an arm getting possibly chewed off
a/n: this is a series of drabbles honestly keeping me afloat, please enjoy!
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You wanted a dog and Jungkook, being as whipped as he is, happily complied. Today, you were both at the shelter: you, immediately entranced by the cuteness of all the doggies, and Jungkook, indifferent.
Ever since you got Mr. Wrinkles, Jungkook has questioned your choice in pets and a dog will react to him way differently than a cat. Dogs can be aggressive and cats can be too, but Mr Wrinkles can barely fit anything in his mouth, but a dog could probably chew Jungkook's entire arm off.
Just because he's immortal doesn't mean dog bites don't hurt because they do and he knows it all too well.
Jungkook, 84 years old.
It was a routine hunt, looking for the most vulnerable victim he could find and he did, but guess what?! They had a fucking dog and that dog chased Jungkook around forever and by the force of God, that dog leapt and latched on for a good while. He's surprised the owner of this damned demon dog hadn't woken up. Jungkook use to love dogs, but now? He believes they're out to hunt the immortal and undead.
But, his love for you trumped any beef he had with dogs. While it may have been a long while ago, he can still remember the canine latched on, all of the gross slobber, and he could've sworn that dog had red eyes, a damn demon dog.
Anyway! You were too occupied to notice Jungkook thinking, which was always noticeable, his thinking face looked like a face of constipation- A face he weirdly makes look cute, but that's his charm.
After walking past each dog and telling Jungkook they aren't for you, but you'd adopt every single one of them if you could, you finally came across the one. The dog you connected with!
His name was Jon Snow and he was absolutely adorable! The most adorable pup (yes, he's an older dog but all dogs are puppies to you!) in the world: a sweet, sweet husky with the whitest fur and brown eyes. You've found your dog and Jungkook has found his match.
You were enthralled, immediately in love, and so was the dog: with you. However, once he glanced at Jungkook he let out the loudest bark as a signal for the vampire to walk away from this beloved human.
Jungkook was shocked! Why did all the animals who loved you hate him? They must be jealous, he thought.
"Kook! We have to get him! He's the most... adorable, most precious thing I've ever seen," you were so excited, you know those anime scenes? The ones where the character's eyes are wide and heart shaped, yeah, if that were possible on the mortal plane, that would definitely be you right now.
The lady who was showing you around let Jon Snow out of his pen and the dog was immediately showering you with love. Everything about this was cute. Jungkook had a love/hate relationship with dogs, but he could always appreciate how happy they made you.
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You left the shelter with Jon Snow in tow and once you made it back to your cozy home, you were immediately showing your dog around and for some reason, it seemed like he understood. In a weird, wow, this dog can understand!
Jungkook was happy to see you so happy. He was also happy to see Mr. Wrinkles stare at the situation in horror. He was being replaced!
You loved everyone in this house the same, so why was anyone even tripping?
You had bought everything on the way back from the shelter and people might question you and ask, how do you have enough money to afford these things? You're a broke college student. Well, you don't have a lot of money, but Jungkook does, as old as he is, he has wealth that has grown with him: a token he's taken from each of his victims (which sounds bad, but who's gonna spend it anyway), you just thought he worked a lot over his years and he was glad that you were oblivious.
Not that you'd probably freak out on him, you're all about growth and change, and you know he's grown a lot from his bad vampire days.
Luckily for you, Jon Snow was already trained in most aspects and you were completely okay with him sleeping in the bed with you, he has a lot of hair, and you might be allergic, but that's nothing a couple of allergy meds can't fix. He probably knows better though, since Jungkook and Mr . Wrinkles will be there and they both enjoy cuddles, so there's not much of you to go around.
His big comfy cushion right beside the bed will suffice.
Jungkook loved you so much, he's risking getting his arm chewed off for you, it'll hurt while getting chewed off, but the part where he has no arm? Surprisingly won't hurt at all. The sewing the limb back on so his cells can regenerate doesn't hurt either.
Being a vampire is wayyyyy different than in the movies and books. Being immortal doesn't mean shit, but he's happy to be spending his life here with you.
You both were stupid dumb sometimes, but that's what made you the best couple around.
You loved Jungkook just as much as he loved you and despite being a human, who is clumsier than average, you'd probably risk your life for him too, even though he probably doesn't need you to... The man has got the strength you wouldn't believe.
Honestly, getting bitten by a dog hurts, but a stake into the body? It's just another Tuesday. Jungkook is a weird vampire and he was a weird human too... He's just weird in general.
He decided to get a WHOLE tattoo sleeve in the span of one day and the only person who was complaining was the tattoo artist, behind the wall to get a coworker, which Jungkook could hear through... because you know... super hearing that comes with vampirism.
The both of you were a mess, but together, you were unstoppable! In a sense, that you were in love. You could definitely be stopped cause you got noodle arms and the only thing you're good at is finding out the molarity of specific compounds- Wait, you're not even that great at that, you're great at being you. Jungkook is honestly great at everything, among his friends he's the golden one and possesses a huge amount of strength, even for a vampire.
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a/n: this one is a bit different, but yay! you and jungkookie got a dog.
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Little Things
Pairing: Yoongi x Reader
Genre: FriendsToLovers!AU, FWB, Fluff
Summary: You never thought a casual one-night stand would lead to six months of friends-with-benefits shenanigans, nor did you believe that something as simple as borrowing his hoodie would make you question your feelings for him.
Word Count: 2.4k
A/N: this is day one of my yoongi fluff week 2.0!! tomorrow ill be posting a short dogwalker!au ft. min holly ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ check out the official myg fluff week post for the full schedule~!
When the rustling of sheets finally settles after a long night, it’s all routine. First you cuddle your bare body up to his and listen for your heartbeats to slow. Then you stare longingly, waiting for a kiss. And when you finally get the kiss, you never want it to end—the feeling of his tender lips against yours. But then it does, and the two of you have a moment of silence to cherish each other’s company.
“I should get going now,” you break the silence, running a delicate index finger along his chest.
Yoongi waits until your finger has made its way up to the tip of his chin before nodding. Your lips can’t hold back a tiny smile and giggle. It’s always so funny how the two of you don’t have much to say once the physical intimacy ends, and yet, there’s this unspoken feeling that lingers between you and him.
And after giving the boy one final smooch on the cheek, you sit up in the bed and stretch. The boy, too, knows that’s his cue to get cleaned up and dressed. You enjoy the view as he rolls out of the blankets first to slip on a fresh pair of boxers.
“Hey Yoongi, can you toss me my underwear please?” you ask innocently, still waiting beneath the warmth of the blankets. His eyes glance over at the bottom corner of his bed, the designated spot where all your clothes got tossed aside amidst the sex. But in the aftermath, your clothing seems to have disappeared.
“Help me look for them, Lazy.” Yoongi sneaks another peek at your exposed chest before handing you a heavy black mass. It isn’t until you unfold the black mass that you realize it’s one of his many hoodies. One of the hoodies you’d always wanted to try on when he wasn’t looking because it looked so soft and comfy.
You slip the hoodie over your naked body, thankful that it covers just below your ass cheeks. Although you really want to check yourself out in the mirror, you instead help the boy gather your clothes that had somehow scattered across the bedroom. A sweater is found on the floor, jeans thrown over the chair, a cute bralette hanging over the computer screen, and lace panties in the hand of your friend with benefits.
Snatching your last garment out of Yoongi’s hand, you smirk. “I’d put these back on, but they’re probably all dirty now. So I won’t~” Instead of putting any of your own clothes back on, you shove them into your bag and opt to make use of Yoongi’s hoodie. The boy picks up on your naughty intentions and pulls the hood over your head, perhaps to trap in the warmth.
“Are you going to be warm enough like that on the way home?” Yoongi starts digging through his dresser for some sweatpants you can borrow along with the hoodie. “It’s cold out tonight, you know.”
“It takes like five minutes for me to drive home, so I think I’ll be fine, Yoongi. But I appreciate the thought,” you giggle at his sweet gesture. The two of you might only be acquaintances who use each other for sex, but he’s definitely the most thoughtful boy you’ve come across. You can recall so many instances in which you were on the receiving end of his soft side, like the time he helped you cover up a bad hickey with makeup, or how he disses the annoying coworkers you always rant to him about. And part of you envies the lucky person who’ll someday be blessed with all his love and affection.
“Fine, but just remember to return my hoodie when you have time,” he puts on a pouty lip as he walks you to the door.
“Nah, I think I’ll keep it forever. Thanks,” you stick your tongue out and wave goodbye with sweaterpaws.
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When you awake the next morning, you’re nice and toasty thanks to Yoongi’s hoodie. It’s so comfy, you had fallen asleep in it as soon you laid down on your bed. And for a solid ten minutes, you roll around your bed contemplating whether or not to “accidentally” steal Yoongi’s hoodie and claim it as your own.
After coming to the conclusion that theft is never the answer, you change into a clean set of your own clothes and toss Yoongi’s hoodie into the washer along with your dirty laundry. You suppose you should be a good person and return the hoodie all clean and neatly folded. But until the laundry is done, an idea pops into mind. You pull out your phone and text the boy.
[9:27AM] Y/N “are you free for dinner tonight?”
[9:29AM] Yoongles “why yes i am”
[9:30AM] Yoongles “was there somewhere in particular you wanted to get food from?”
[9:30AM] Y/N “just come to my place 💃”
[9:33AM] Yoongles “oh 😳”
[9:33AM] Yoongles “omw 🏃♂️”
[9:35AM] Y/N “NO NOT NOW you horny fucker”
[9:36AM] Y/N “LATER.”
[9:37AM] Yoongles “later 🤤”
You can only shake your head with a smile as you toss your phone aside. Smiling like an idiot seems to be becoming a bad habit the more you interact with Yoongi.
“Hey Y/N, I’m expecting a package today with some, uh, adult toys, so answer the door if someone knocks. I’m gonna be out with Jimin. Thanks in advance~” Your nosy roommate, Taehyung, pops his head into your room and chuckles when he sees your face. “Oh shit, you’re smiling like an idiot again… Let me guess—Yoongi finally asked you to marry him?”
“Yoongi and I aren’t like that,” you throw a heart-shaped pillow at the boy.
“Funny, you said the same thing after you had that fateful ‘one-night stand’ with him. Half a year later and you’re still sleeping with him,” Taehyung shrugs as if your love life is any of his business. “So, naturally, the next step after friends with benefits would be for y’all to date, yeah?”
For a moment, you really do consider the possibility of being that lucky person who could call Yoongi their boyfriend. But at the same time, you’d worry that your relationship with him wouldn’t last outside of the physical intimacy. “I really don’t think so, Tae.”
Taehyung frowns, chucking the pillow back at you. “Whatever you say, Y/N. But I’m just saying when you got home last night, you looked awfully happy and cozy. Enamored, even.”
“That’s because he let me borrow his hoodie…”
“Yeah, but whenever you borrow my clothes, it feels a lot more malicious and petty than heartfelt, you know.” With an overexaggerated hmph, your roommate backs out of your doorway.
“It’s just… different.” Because your world is somehow different when Min Yoongi’s involved.
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As soon as the clean laundry comes out of the dryer, you’re so tempted to wear the toasty hoodie one last time. You slip your arm in the sleeve “just to test how warm it is fresh out of the dryer”, and the coziness only reminds you more of the boy who let you borrow it in the first place. He’s sweet, he’s gentle (except in bed!), but he’s not yours.
You slowly retract your arm from the sleeve with a disheartening feeling, but pause halfway out of the temptation that never seems to fade. You really shouldn’t be playing around with something that doesn’t belong to you, and yet, it’s something you can’t let go of.
So maybe, just until Yoongi shows up, you’ll secretly wear his hoodie to keep warm as you run to the grocery store and start preparing dinner in the kitchen…
Knock. Of course someone has to knock on your door right when you’re about to start prepping dinner. You seriously contemplate whether or not you should ignore the inconsiderate person who had the audacity to interrupt your mission in the kitchen. But it might be Taehyung’s dildo, so you suppose you should answer the door.
“Oh,” is all you can say when you open the door and see Yoongi eyeing you up and down in his clothes. You’re caught red-handed.
“Cute hoodie you got there.” He gives you a nod of approval as if he wasn't the one who bought it in the first place. But maybe this means he doesn’t mind you wearing his stuff. Maybe he likes the way it looks on you.
“Thanks, it does look pretty cute on me, doesn’t it?” you play along before switching back to reality. “What are you doing here so early? I told you to come by for dinner, not lunch. The only reason why I bothered to answer the door was because I thought it was Tae’s dildo. I haven’t even started preparing the food yet and-”
“Wait, two questions: 1) Dildo? And 2) you’re making dinner?” Yoongi tilts his head with wide eyes. “If I had known, I would’ve brought over drinks or dessert… maybe a fruit tart or someth-”
“No… We’re making dinner. Together,” you stop him from rambling on. “And yes, dildo.”
After dragging the boy into the kitchen, you throw a spare apron at him. He leans against the counter looking awfully boyfriend-like, waiting for the head chief to give him directions.
“You can chop the vegetables and I’ll handle the noodles and broth, okay?” You walk him around your kitchen, briefly going over where cooking utensils and ingredients can be found. He nods with a chuckle over how serious you are about cooking dinner together.
“Yoongi, come here,” you say an hour later, once the vegetable soup is just about ready to come off the stove. With a tiny spoon, you scoop up some broth and feed it to the boy. “How is it?”
“Hmm…..” He smacks his lips and takes his sweet time in giving you proper feedback. “Can I have another taste?”
You dip the spoon into the pot and hold it out for Yoongi taste once more. Except this time, you pull the spoon away just before he can taste anything and stick it into your own mouth in triumph. Your smirking lips keep the spoon in place, taunting him.
He steps a little closer, backing you against the counter, until he has a grip on the spoon. Tugging gently enough for you to fight back, he laughs at you “You’re ridiculous, you know that?”
You shrug, still keeping a tight hold on the spoon between your lips. It’s only when his face draws near yours that you weaken your grip and allow the spoon to slip out. Because there’s something else you’d rather have between your lips than a fucking spoon.
With a spontaneous kiss on the lips, you give Yoongi an innocent smile before forcing him to get the bowls and another spoon. And once the soup is all dished out, you lead him to the couch with bowls in hand.
“Ooh, it’s good, right?” you ask while slurping up a long noodle.
“It’s only good because someone did a phenomenal job chopping up those veggies.” He leans over to wipe off the tiny bit of broth that had splattered onto your cheek. “What made you want to cook soup all of a sudden?”
“Because it’s nice to have something warm when it’s cold out?” you chug down a good amount of your broth. “And because I wanted to share something with you, as thanks for letting me borrow your hoodie last night.”
“And you’re still wearing it, by the way.”
“Well do you want me to take it off now? During dinner?” You set your soup bowl down on the coffee table and teasingly tug at the bottom hem of the hoodie.
“Maybe a little later?” He flips the hood over your head again. “You’re free for the rest of the night?”
Nodding, you pull a blanket over yourself and snuggle up to the boy as he finishes up his soup. That unspoken feeling lingers again.
“Y/N,” he says once his empty bowl is set down on the table next to yours.
“Yeah?” You throw part of your blanket over his lap as he settles back onto the couch with you.
“Cooking was fun.” He runs his fingers along your back in a soothing motion. “It’s a good thing I came early, right?”
“Let’s do it again soon. I want to try making tacos next time,” you yawn.
“Okay,” is the last thing you hear him say before drifting off to sleep. Cooking with a friend was a lot more exhausting than you had anticipated. But like the boy said, it was fun. And it’s the little things like that that you appreciate so much about your relationship with Yoongi.
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“Y/N.” In the midst of your slumber, you feel something soft poke your cheek but you decide to ignore it.
“Y/N, wake up.” You feel something shake your shoulder but you decide to ignore it.
“Y/N, c’mon on.” You feel something warm against your lips that you can’t ignore. So you kiss back.
“Mm… What time is it?” You stretch your body out, still in the arms of someone warm.
“It’s seven in the morning, and I have to be at the studio in half an hour,” Yoongi’s soothing voice almost puts you back to sleep until you realize you’d slept right through the night with the boy on your couch.
“No you don’t,” you giggle, rolling yourself on top of the boy to give him a couple of love bites. And after a rather affectionate hug, you finally let him go. “Just kidding.”
“Haha, very funny, Dork.” He flips the hood over your head once more before heading to the door. “Thanks for the soup. I enjoyed last night.” A night without the obligations of friends with benefits.
“Me too.” As he opens the door, you remember something, “Wait, Yoongi. Your hoodie.” You start struggling to get the oversized black mass over your head until he stops you.
“You can keep it,” he laughs at you.
“…You’re really letting me keep it?” Your eyes brighten. “But that’s such a boyfriend-thing to do, you know.”
“I know. Do you want it or not, Dork?”
“I want it!” you hiss at him. “But does that mean you don’t mind if we’re something more than just, uh, friends who fuck a lot?”
“You mean like dating?”
“That or, umm… Yeah that.” You shrink yourself in the hoodie. “Like, we can make tacos together and stuff.”
“We could do that,” Yoongi nods. “It’s actually been on my mind for a while now.”
“Mine too.” You throw your arms around the boy’s neck and send him off with a dozen kisses on the cheek.
#bts scenarios#bts fanfic#bts fluff#bts friends to lovers#yoongi fanfic#bts fwb!au#bts imagines#yoongi x reader#yoongi#suga#bts#bangtan#the little things
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Fuck, Marry, Kill.
So this is kind of really shit but I can’t figure out how to make it not shitty so here you go folks. XD sorry. Pretty much more High Steve with Robin just chilling with hints of sad because oof. Not a ship, they just friends.
The store was empty for the first time in three, long, trying, and teenage filled hours. Needless to say Steve and Robin were dead on their feet as they closed up shop.
Robin was quick to lock the doors, and Steve sped threw mopping the ‘poop deck’, otherwise known as the shops front. Chairs were flipped and scoops were washed at record speed. Robin was about to grab her purse when Steve stopped her.
“Hey Rob, I was wondering if you wanted to smoke tonight? We could just throw a movie in or something.”
Well that was new. Not that she didn’t know Steve smoked every now and then, but she’s never been invited before. They had been getting closer over the summer, so it kind of made sense, and hey, if he was going to offer it out for free who was she to say no.
“Sure, just let me go home and change first, meet you at yours in about an hour?”
Steve’s smile was damn near blinding. He nodded along eagerly, and they split off, Robin heading to where her mom was picking her up and Steve to his car.
After five minutes of small talk Robin decided she couldn’t put it off any longer.
“Hey mom, I was wondering if I could hang out at a friends house tonight. They’re having a movie night, I know it’s kind of last minute but I thought it might be okay since I’m off tomorrow anyway.”
She hummed in thought, “Who’s house is it?”
“The boy I work with, Steve, I’ve told you about him before.”
“He won’t try to get in your pants?”
Robin couldn’t hold back her laugh, “Not a chance, he knows I like girls mom.”
The elders face lit up, “Oh of course then Honey, I’ll drop you off whenever your ready and maybe he can take you home tomorrow.” She relented, relaxing back into her seat.
They pulled into their driveway and Robin made quick work of showering and getting comfy close for the night. Clad in sweat pants and an old band t-shirt she threw her still wet hair up in a messy bun and gathered her favorite blanket in a bag. Down stairs her mother was watching the end to the nightly news.
“Ready Mom!”
The brunette turned and did a once over of her daughter. Concluding that she was appropriately dressed for a sleepover she picked her purse up from the coffee table and the two made their way out the door.
A quick drive later and they were pulling into the Harrington’s long driveway, the first floors lights sprinkled to show where exactly Steve was.
Her mom wished her well and Robin made her way to the doorbell. Soft chimes sounded through the house.
The double doors were yanked open to reveal none other than Steve Harrington himself, ushering her inside and waving to her mom as she pulled away.
“Welcome, welcome to the wonderfully cozy Harrington residence. We have two of fifty rooms occupied, my bedroom and the living room, feel free to pick either to get fucked up in.”
Robin eyed the blank walls of the too clean house. It just wasn’t Steve at all, it seemed empty? Lonely? Like some Hallmark mansion, just not realistic at all. Down the hall she could see the flashing glow of a television and pointed. “There.”
“Living room it is then.” Steve hummed with a soft nod. “That’s where I got everything prepared so I was hoping you’d say that.”
God he was a dingus.
There was a large L shaped couch in the middle of the room, a TV facing it against the wall on top of a dresser like stand, and a coffee table littered with snacks, movies, and a few blunts between the two. Given the stack of blankets already pulled out Robin assumed that tonight was going to be filled with warm, cozy cuddling and lazy conversations.
She wasn’t complaining though. She plopped down on the bouncy cushion and reached to flip through the movie choices.
“Anything in mind Harrington?”
“Nothing particular. They’re mostly horror though.”
That raised an eyebrow, hadn’t he already had enough horror in his life already? “You a big fan of horror then?” she asked.
Steve just kind of huffed then chuckled. “My dad says a real man doesn’t watch musicals or romance stuff. He only allows ‘manly’ movies in his house, don’t you want to watch a manly movie Rob?”
Robin just rolled her eyes and mumbled. “Wouldn’t know good movies if it hit him.” But she loved a good horror movie herself, she grabbed the copy of Nightmare on Elms Street and waved it in Steve’s face. “Pop her in then buddy.”
A minute later and they were situating blankets across the two of them as trailers flickered across the screen. Really Robin thought five blankets was a little excessive but Steve seemed to think it was lacking. He leaned forward and grabbed the pre popped popcorn, a lighter, and the first blunt of the night.
Ever the gentleman Steve gave her the first hit. She held it in her mouth, coaxing it down her throat while he took his own puff. After a few seconds she opened her mouth and let the smoke find its own way out, floating from her mouth and into the air like a cloud.
Steve was not as patient or content to see the slow going process, after a few seconds he blew the air out like flames from a dragon's mouth.
They traded it back and forth, watching each other’s different tricks as the drug slowly took effect, till the movie started up, their eyes glued to the screen.
Something Robin realized fairly quickly was that Steve was not a fan of horror movies. She could feel him slowly pressing further against her, flinching when things got too jumpy. She couldn’t blame him, besides if she could help comfort him through this one then she could find at least one happy movie to put in next, right?
After a particularly gruesome scene she decided she couldn’t wait that long. You might be thinking, why doesn’t she just say she wants to change the movie? Well, the thought didn’t even cross her mind. Instead she moves in with a quick distraction.
“That Nancy Thompson is pretty cute right?”
Steve stares up at her for a few seconds before nodding. Hell yeah she was cute.
“And that Glen dude, any character Johnny Depp plays is going to be eye candy.”
“Yeah.”
Good. If she had him talking then he wasn’t paying attention to the movie.
“Quick! Fuck marry kill, Johnny, Nancy girl, or Tina?”
He stuttered for a few seconds, his mind wrapping around the character selection. “Umm, kill Tina, Marry Johnny and fuck Nancy?”
Robin couldn’t help but laugh at how unsure he sounded.
“Hey well how about you?”
“Mmm,” she paused to think. “Kill Johnny, Marry Tina, fuck Nancy.”
The game kept up with characters before moving onto people they knew in real life. “Clair Burk, Tommy H, and Carol.”
Steve huffed long and hard for that one, taking another drag before even contemplating. Robin thought about her own answer as well, Clair was pretty cute, and surely Carol would have some redeeming qualities. Tommy was a nice guy if you caught him around the right people, but prone to violence, she’d have to go with “I’d marry Clair, fuck Carol and kill Tommy.”
Steve actually laughed at that one. “Understandable, understandable. But get this okay. Fuck Tommy, kill Clair, Marry Carol.” He was quick to continue when Robins head jerked to look at him, eyebrows raised. “I’ve known them for a super long time, right? So marry Carol cause we could just act like friends, and like I know you like girls and all but Tommy is kinda cute. He has freckles Rob, freckles. And he’s super strong-“
She stopped him before it could get graphic “Woah woah woah keep it PG, I don’t need a full description of how you’d want him to give it to you.”
They’d cycled through most of the kids in their grade that they both knew by the time the credits started to roll.
Steve sat up and stared her down, excited not unlike a golden retriever.
“Wait wait wait okay okay. So. Watch, sleepover with, or dinner with, kid addition.”
Color her intrigued. She gestured for him to continue. “Okay So Mike, Dustin and Max?”
The kids had grown on her since that night at the Mall, she’s like to think they were all friends. “Okay so watch Max, Sleepover with Dustin and Dinner with Mike.”
Steve burst into laughter.
Fine, if he was going to just laugh at her she’d give him something to laugh at.
Robin turned to face him and reached to grab ahold of his side, squeezing away at the fleshy skin. “Oh your going to laugh at me? Well you have a better idea Dingus?”
Steve’s laughter doubled and his hands grabbed onto her wrists. No matter how hard he tried to squirm to the other side of the couch he was stuck. Their legs had gotten tangled in the many many blankets about an hour ago, and neither had the motivation to unstick themselves.
Boy does he wish he had.
“I was lahaughihing cause mihine is the sahahme! Ihits the sahame.”
Oh. Well, no reason for her to stop. “Yeah, cause Mike's a shithead and gets in trouble, of course it was going to be the same! But now look at you Stevey, Hmm let me think of one.” She slowed down for a second, focusing in on who she would pair up. “How about Lucas, Jane, and Will? I won’t stop tickling you till you answer.”
I Steve kicked out as she moved her way up his ribs, digging between the bone. Somehow he ended up with his back against her, trapping himself.
“Wahahtch Lucas, dineher with Jahanehe, Wihihill sleheep ohover!”
She slowed down her fingers, not quite stopping but changing to fluttery touches that left him giggling.
Steve’s arms felt heavy and all he could think about was the tingling of her nails over his stomach and neck. He let his hands drop into his lap and threw his head back onto Robins shoulder.
“It feheheels weirherd.”
Robin leaned down to his ear to tease the poor boy. “Do you mean it tickles Steve?”
The boy nodded, hiding his blush in the crook of her neck.
“Come on, you can say it buddy. Tick-le, easy peasy.”
Steve burrowed deeper into her neck, hiding himself away from the word.
“Fine,” she huffed. “If you won’t say it then at least tell me that you like it. It’s kind of obvious at this point.”
He only leaned further onto her, probably hoping to disappear.
“Well that just confirmed it Dingus.” She cooed.
She kept up the light touches till Steve’s face had lost some of its pink. He was still squirming occasionally when her fingers strayed a bit to close to his side, and he rolled himself so they were chest to chest.
If she was wondering what kind of stoned Steve would be before she had her answer. He was touchy and clingy when high, and it somehow fit perfectly even with his previous bad boy routine.
His breathing evened out and he was fully slumped against her.
Robin stretched as far as she could for the remote and a bag of chips before laying herself back down. Now that Steve was actually asleep she could try and really watch the movie. What were best friends for if not being a pillow anyway?
#steve harrington#cuddly steve#steve and robin#high steve#robin buckley#high robin#tickles#ler robin#just best friends#stranger things#st#tickle fic#fic
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Ah shit, here we go again
I’ve been in love with you since grade 10. The reason why I got upset when you told me you loved me was because I actually *do* love you. But when I heard it from you it felt... not genuine. How could I believe you? Just a moment ago you were saying “I apologize if it came off the wrong way” “i was just being comfy and cozy” “i was doing that to keep you calm”. I mean dont blame me for not believing you, you brought that up on yourself! But yeah. I felt really used and disrespected by you at that moment. I was upset, angry, and sad because I thought after all the shit we been through, I expected you to treat me with a bit of respect. I felt like you used me to fill your loneliness. Like you used me like tissue paper and then threw me away.
Im sorry that I never told you that I loved you. I never had enough self confidence to do it. And I knew at that time if I ever told you that, I knew you’d reject me. I never really confessed to you because I never had the self confidence before. I didnt like the way I looked, I HATED my voice. I know I dated people while I was in love with you. But my crush for you was one sided. I thought that as long as I kept my distance, I would be fine. So instead I worked on myself, just bettering myself physically and emotionally. I started to wear clothes that I wanted, I started to eat what I wanted (yes I know Im still a bit picky), I started to wear makeup which I always wanted to do ever since I was little.
Around 2021 you started to look at me a little different. Well, you know what you did. You touched me a bit different, your hugs lasted a little bit longer, sometimes you’d touch the small of my back. You said my side profile looked like Deepika?? LOL. No, according to you I had “facial animations” like deepika. You’re so fucking hopeless, I swear. Anyways, I thought finally, I have a chance. You were right, I did try to look good for you. Im sorry for partially lying and saying I was doing it for myself. I did for myself but I also wanted to look good, for you.
It’s because I thought I had a chance, that it hurt me so much to hear you say that you were just being “comfy and cozy”. It hurt even more when I texted you that I had covid and you didn’t respond. I know you needed space, I know you needed time to think. But I thought we were close enough for you to at least check up on me at that moment to ask if Im doing okay. I know for me, no matter what happened, I would have checked up on you at least. So.. that was disappointing. I loved you a little less then.
Actually that’s a big fat lie. I still loved you. I don’t know what the fuck is wrong with me really. I ended up taking therapy for a little bit, and everyday went by just a little easier. I called up a few of my booty calls (yes, I have male booty calls). I thought maybe I was just touch deprived. But I quickly realized that it wasn't touch starvation? I felt absolutely gross touching someone else. Even a hug from someone else is absolutely disgusting. It’s just you that makes me feel different.
Anyways, Yeah. I will keep adding onto this as I keep feeling more emotions. If not, I just want to end it off by saying that don’t think you’re some sort of saint just because I love you. You hurt me, tremendously. Not even this time but times before this. You run away, you are in no way in shape or form ready to date someone. You’re a bit cringe sometimes. But, the big “but”, I still love you. And if I’ve loved you for 8 years of my life, I don’t think I can suddenly stop loving you even when you’re the biggest asshole slash dumbass this world has to offer. Some good things about you, just to point it out so you won’t get depressed, is that you do like bbq and fishing as a hobby so that’s kind of cute. god, why am I in love with the straightest man ever. me?? Im the gayest they come. so why. eh well... opposites attract I guess. You also give great hugs. Not everyone who has a bear bod can give good hugs. Oh my god, Im never telling you the times you made me horny. Im never- no. okay maybe later in this letter if I ever bring it up. You show your love through action and not by mouth. You’re a terrible liar everytime we hang out. Your mouth says something but your body acts completely different. You could tell me you hate me and your hand would still probably be on my shoulder somewhere. Even when we stand together you’re literally almost glued to me. I dont think you realize how close you stand to me sometimes hahaha. Dumbass. I like how you never ever rush me. Everytime you say “take your time”, it makes me feel really good. I like how you said I could open up an onlyfans HAHAHAHAH I took that as a compliment. You’re a really good active listener. It’s not a skill that a lot of people possess but you have it. You’re very sweet, really innocent actually, I kind of want to spoil you. You’re like a baby lamb and Im here like damn, it’d be nice to devour that sometime. Yes sexual innuendo completely intended. I know you think you’re a pervert and everything but trust me, I’m... I’m probably beyond anything you could ever mentally fathom. really. god forbid I never ever tell you what I thought about doing to you.
You can go ahead and date other girls if you want. You can go ahead and marry then if you really want to. I love you but I know I’ll be ready to see those things happen before my very eyes too. I’ve been teaching myself to stay strong ever since I was little. But if you decide to try and work it out, then call me and we can talk about it. But the first thing you need to do is try to not run away. Please. I need you here, with me. If you don’t decide to talk it out, well then, I’ll move on. It’ll be hard, I’ll need a lot of counselling, but I think I’ll be okay.
You know I avoid going to Eglinton Cineplex because of you lol. It hurts too much. Sometimes I’d be randomly walking along the streets and I’d start crying for no reason. I've been crying for the past few days actually. Its weird, its been 3 weeks since the incident and now I finally decided to start crying. Like just during random times of the day. I’d be showering and I’d start crying. I dont cry as much anymore. Either because Im starting to get over it or because there is nothing left in me. Not sure why Im crying so much. Is it because Im in love with you or is it because I lost my best friend. You’re probably over me by now, I know how quickly you get over people. I hope not but.. im not really expecting a fairy tail ending for me. I never really had anything workout for me before so.. I dont expect you to continue to have feelings for me either. That thought made me cry multiple times, and in the future it will continue to make me cry. But I will be okay after some time and some continuous therapy. I think this was my breaking point to start going to regular counselling.
Im going to continue to work on myself though. Im falling behind a little bit because I haven't been able to eat anything for the past week or so. And my workout is a little bit here and there because I got really sick, immediately followed by this and my period.. but I think i’ll be ok. I mean I have to be ok. You seem like you’re doing great so.. I cant fall behind.
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last night I dreamed that I was an archeologist tortoise and I was looking at dozens of “human” skeletons in Buckingham palace that was also my backyard. the skeletons all looked like combo human and turtle because the whole torso looked basically like the first google image result for sea turtle skeleton. then my sister woke me up, giving me a comforter and telling me my mom need help with some things. cleaned up around the living room and did some laundry and boiled some eggs and made meatloaf and swept the floor. the meatloaf turned out surprisingly good, idk what I did differently. I evemtually went back to my room and tried to remember what I wanted to do today. last night as I was falling asleep I told myself that I was gonna clear off my desk so I could finally use it, so I moved some stuff around and set up my laptop. I havent been able to sit at a real actual desk in SO LONG and its SO NICE to have just like a space where I can sit down and work and have a chair that will support my back instead of sitting cross legged on my bed or laying down while doing stuff on my laptop. it almost makes me feel productive even I'm just playing the sims. I feel especially cool when im just typing out whatever bullshit because it makes me feel like im at an office job typing up ~important documents~ :) idk man I think quarantine has changed me lmao. if im getting this many emotions from just being able to sit down at a desk and do ANYTHING idk how im gonna handle collage. I keep calling whetever im doing (playing the sims, scrolling through Tumblr, typing up this summary of the day) work because it just. feels nice sitting at a desk and typing. even if it’s dumb bullshit!! idk how to describe it I just feel amazing. it makes me feel like im writing a paper with all the horrible parts like research and thinking. the sound of typing on my MacBook makes me feel like im in school again, but without the horrible stressful parts. idk mn I know I've been going on about this desk and stuff for too long and im gonna hate it if I eventually read back through these daily logs but I just feel so nice. ill change topics anyway. I hung up my calendar again! I literally didn't have any open wall space aside from maybe the wall behind my bed but why the hell would I put a calendar where I can't see it. instead its kind of hanging above my closet. I pinned it to the wooden board in the “doorway” (idk what other word to use) where there would normally be sliding doors that open and shut if they hadn't been taken off YEARS ago. I also played a lot of the sims 4, juggling aspirations for 5 sims. I quit because I got frustrated that all my sims are dumb and the ai Is buggy and doesn't let me do what I want them to do. I also plopped in a house on my family’s old lot and spent some time adjusting the colors and the trees and adding those paper craft cieling things that can either have stars or leaves or snowflakes that came in the free winter holiday stuff pack and holy shit as soon as I found those I think they became my new favorite decoration item. I threw them everywhere but eventually took down most of them, leaving some leaf ones in the bedroom. I was gonna move in a family of a bunch of young adults and children to help with the first kid’s serial romantic aspiration and one of the twin’s social butterfly aspiration, but I ended up not doing that in favor of just decorating more and playing with the family some more. one thing I realized while playing is that there are fucking MICE in my CIELING. well not really in the cieling, in the attic, but I can hear them chewing on shit and its sucks. I would turn on a fan to drown out the noise but my room is fucking FREEZING. I threw the blanket back over my window hoping that it would keep heat from escaping but I don't think that really did anything. so after freezing my ass off I got fed up and put on fluffy socks under normal socks, wore my owl onesie as pants over my shorts, put on my comfy (oversized hoodie), and threw a fluffy blanket over my shoulders. thankfully I was pretty cozy after that, but as I type this after taking off the cosy and blanket, I can feel my toes getting cold again. damnit. ANYWAY after quitting the sims for the night I ate some salad and got a heart shaped crouton :) and I scrolled through Tumblr for a bit. then I decided to finally work on the paws my friend wanted. but I couldn't find the pattern so I instead worked on the brown paws instead. I could only work on them so much, since I still have to finish the lining before I can do much else. I attached the backs of the fingers to the back of the hand. I didnt get much down but what matters is that I did SOMETHING. I'm gonna keep an eye out for that pattern that I need, and if I cant find it, I'll just make a new pattern. tbh I think thad’s be the better way to go anyway since I wouldn't have to figure out how the fuck the old one goes together and I can also have a pattern that perfectly fits the foam underneath. also tbh i have mixed feeling about the white paws my friend wants. I like how dextrous they are and how easily you can emote and move your fingers, but I dont like how ovular I made the paw pads and the hints of black thread peaking out where I sewed the pads from the back. I WOULD just remake them with the free curl works pattern im using for the brown paws but I figure I might as well finish this pair since there’s already one done and the foam interior is already made. whatever. I dont wanna think about it too much. I also dont like the head that goes with the paws, it was a fish job in comparison to my first head and I kinda hate it. but I think I'll eventually get some longer fur for the neck and a hair poof and cheeks (maybe) and do a little refurbishing and give it to my friend if she ever wants it, since it matches the paws and all. I have lots of plans for my 2 WIP heads but not all the materials/motivation. plus I just need to let the ideas stir before I do unything, making sure they’re goof before I act on them. I'm exited that I can shave down fur relativey easily and evenly without an electric dog shaver, which opens up a lot of opportunities. anyway as I was working on the brown paws I had TAZ on in the background and it still baffles me a little bit how different griffin and Matt mercer operate as dms like holy shit. its really funny. and it got me thinking about how I wouldn't mind dming for my friend group if he chance ever arose. I DO have the forgotten realms campaign setting book. I haven't actually looked at it but I assume it has a few pre-built quests and plot lines n stuff in it. I'll probably take a better look at in the morning when it’s not 1:40 am. dang now I'm thinking about my Minecraft dnd idea again. I think the real problem keeping me from being a dm is that I CANNOT keep a straight face when doing improv/roleplaying, so I dont know how well I could hold together a world for them to play in. I would love to give it a try tho. not with the Minecraft idea at the same time, fuck no. I would need to do like. a classic vanilla dnd experience the first time, maybe even using our tiefling family characters since I'm at least a little familiar with them. can you dm and also play your own character? is that fair? is that a think you can do? I think that could be fun but also hard to juggle and also maybe kinda suck because you’d already know all the answers to all the puzzles. meh. actually now I kind of really want to look through thet book tonight instead of in the morning. also I mentioned overnight oats a few days ago I think, and the first morning it was kinda gross, the second time I ate it was still a little gross texture wise, but I finished it off tonight and it was pretty good. maybe next time I'll try it without the banana and a little less milk and maybe slice up an apple into little cubes for texture. hell yeah peanut butter apple cinnamon brown sugar overnight oats. that sound pretty dang good actually. I'll try that some time, but I dont think I can right now because I dont think we have any apples in the house. phooey. I should also probably put this oatmeal cp in the sink before it becomes impossible to clean. holy shit how long have I been writing? SEE THE DESK MAKES ME JUST WANNA KEEP WRITING AND WRITING FOREVER I FEEL SO PRODUCTIVE EVEN IF IM NOT DOING ANYTHING PRODUCTIVE!! I love just typing and typing forever its so soothing just hearing the tapping of the keyboard and getting my thought out without actually having to think that hard about it. goddamn im never gonna read back through this this is a nightmare lmao. no paragraph breaks no capitalization no nothin. I dont even wanna stop typing even though my arm is starting to hurt a little but from leaning the edge of the desk. now im thinking about the movie soul again and the cat as it rides on the escalator to the great beyond and how that dude in the band was the main characters student and how that scene with the girl trying to quit music and then immediately changed her mind didnt make any sense. like what the hell I dont understand that scene at all. also thinking about the transition where he’s like “ok repeat after me” as he’s in the cat and the camera goes over the mom’s shoulder and it’s just him talking, I like how they did that instead of doing dialouge between him and the cat. idk man. I think maybe I should stop typing now since my body is starting to hurt. sorry for putting this H U G E wall of text on your dash but I just like typing out my thoughts :) goodnight!
edit: OH I forgot to talk about something else!! last night I was thinking about valentines day and how cute it would be to have a little overall dress in the pattern on one of my childhood blankets, its like a light pink with white hearts on it so I looked up some fabrics and none of them were the right pattern. I also looked up a sewing pattern that I think would look nice and its on sale right now! I totally want to try and make it, but fabric is expensive so I think I might look at dollar tree for fleece baby blankets because I know they have them there, I bought a few a while ago for some plush sewing projects. they’re decently sized so I think I could do it.idk how many I would need to buy tho. or I might go to goodwill and look for a pink sheet? I have a thin pink blanket that could theoretically work but I want to use a planet im not attached to. or even just find a few big shirts in the same shade of pink? then I could maybe line it with something. I have red purple and white satin but that’s literally the worst fuckin fabric in the world to work with. my first experience with sewing was trying to make plushies out of satin and holy hell idk how I did it. anyway even though I literally never wear dresses I think it would be a fun project to try and make myself a cute little valentines dress. :) I could even give myself POCKETS >:)))
#thanks for coming to my ted talk#long post#I think maybe I should tag my daily shit with something like 2021 journal? idk im lazy so we'll see#January 2021 daily#2021 daily
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Is it possible for me to have just, random domestic keith hcs please ❤
AN: hey i literally adored this and my heart kind of aches for domestic!keith
Warnings: some suggestive themes but primarily just fluff !
When you move in with keith it’s honestly kind of a disaster? Like he’s so used to living on his own and his idea of house decor is a couch with some sheets
So obviously when you drag him to ikea and pick out things like duvet covers and bookshelves and decorative plants?? He kind of is in shock
This isn’t even considering the time he came back to the apartment to find ? coasters?? And a whole dining room set up??? What?
Living together, while it takes some adjusting (seriously you even have plants in the bathroom like why??) is the happiest Keith has probably ever been
He gets to go to sleep with you in his arms every night and on the mornings he wakes up first he just takes you in with the morning sun and your bed head
He eventually wakes you up with gentle kisses all over your face and he whispers sweet nothings into your ear while rubbing your back and you swear it’s the most peaceful and loving feeling in the galaxy
Mornings when you wake up first go a little differently
Listen Keith is like, a really heavy sleeper when he isn’t on edge about something, so even if you wanted to wake him up, good luck
So you leave a kiss on his forehead and usually go make coffee and toast because Keith without coffee is a clumsy nightmare and if he breaks one more mug you swear to god you might have to kill him
If there was a way to just inject Keith with coffee in the mornings you would do it
Keith loves lazy days in with you; while he’s usually all action, it’s nice being able to get cozy in a place so safe and so full of love where he can just kind of melt and relax
Days like this mean lots of blankets and pillows and comfy PJ’s
One time, you tried getting into a pillow fight with him and let’s just say you have not tried a single time since then (you still eyeball him every time he reaches behind his back/head to adjust a pillow)
Usually for PJs you kind of just steal Keith’s stuff and it’s gotten to the point where he doesn’t even bother asking for it if you’ve claimed it
But one time you snuggled up to him on the couch in one of his big hoodies and the smallest shorts he’s ever seen and he couldn’t breathe you just looked so good
You noticed this was doing something to him when his hands kept wandering farther and farther up your legs and then he was whispering, no panting, in your ear and whining and kissing your neck and-
Now you know how to manipulate the fuck out of this soft boy
And you best believe he is a soft boy; he never really got the whole cheesy children’s movie experience as a kiddo, so when he saw your collection of pixar and dreamworks classics his curiosity peaks (he visibly and audibly cried at Up and it genuinely broke your heart)
He kind of loves hosting dinners and movie nights at your apartment
When Lance and Hunk come over for the first time, they’re fawning over all the knick knacks and cool shit you brought while Keith walks along with them (you overhear them freaking out when they check out the bathtub in your bathroom; “I didn’t even KNOW there could be so many skin care products!” and “Lance LAN C E CHECK OUT THE SOAP IT’S SHAPED LIKE HE A R TS L O OK?” And you can’t really believe it)
Shiro is honestly thrilled because he can tell how happy you and Keith are and how well you guys support each other; Pidge is immensely disappointed by your lack of a surround sound system but when she finds the vintage video game consoles and all sorts of other gaming junk you have around she kind of doesn’t talk to anyone for hours
Something about hosting these things with you and being in the kitchen with you makes Keith very gooey
He likes doing the dishes? But you definitely aren’t complaining
Sometimes when you’re just standing at the kitchen counter he sneaks up behind you and puts his arms around your waist and buries his forehead into your neck and tells you how much he loves you and it makes your heart beat really fast
Loves dogs, but he’s lowkey a cat person
One day you surprise him with a little calico kitten and she loves him and he almost cries because he’s so happy and wow you love him so much
Things like “Who’s a good little clawed murderess? You are! Yes you are!” in a baby voice when Keith thinks he’s alone are more common than he’d like to admit
You and Cleo get along fine and you adore her but she’s definitely Keith’s kitty
Also yes, he did name her after one of the most badass female leaders in history, because his lil kit is also a strong woman!
Surprise makeout sessions are kind of a daily thing
Sometimes when he comes home after a long stressful day he just pulls you against him and kisses you with this intensity
Some mornings he just sees you and his heart swells and he starts with kissing your nose and your cheeks and then he kind of just puts his hands on your face and kisses the daylights out of you but in a slow, lazy kind of way
This boy is a g r e a t kisser dear lord
He’s kind of clueless when it comes to romantic gestures, but especially after you surprised him with Cleo he’s been trying a lot more
Sometimes it’s sly things, like coming home to new candles on your nightstand, or a vase of your favorite flowers on the coffee table (he’s still a shy boy and likes not making a big deal about these sorts of things what an a n g e l)
But one day he takes you out driving and refuses to tell you where you’re going and honestly you’re a little worried
An hour or two later you end up on a beach with a home packed picnic and fresh fruit and a soft blanket
An hour after that you end up straddling Keith with sand in your hair leaving marks on his neck and loving the sounds he’s making and-
Very much a routine kind of guy but you can’t say you mind
You guys have designated days for certain chores and friday nights are always take-out from the restaurant down the street and a new pixar movie nights
Also the first time Keith used your laundry machine he f u cki n g br oke it
You were PISSED but it was also kind of hilarious (He had mixed up the dish soap with the laundry detergent what kind of stupid fucking cute sweet blushing angel who’s kissing me anD GODDAMMIT KEITH KISSING ME ISN’T GOING TO GET YOU OUT OF THIS GET YOUR HANDS OFF MEe OoH oH Wait keep doing that ah-)
Overall Keith is kind of just ? the softest soft boy ever who loves you and your cat and your plants and is full of contentedness and warmth
Extra: he won’t really admit it but he takes great care of the plants and if one starts dying he spends so much time like ? taking care of it? How do you even take care of a plant Keith what? This boy has a huge green thumb whAt
#my fic#my hcs#headcanon#keith kogane x reader#keith x reader#voltron headcanons#vld x reader#vld keith#vld headcanons#let me know what you guys think n feel free to send in more requests!
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Save Me {·} Part 3
Pairing: Taehyung x Y/N
Genre: Angst / Fluff
Word Count: 3k
Warnings: Mentions Suicide and Suicide Attempts, Depression, Alcohol and Drug Abuse.
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You were still on Taehyung’s couch. This man really was super nice. Whenever he was around you felt sincerely happy for the first time in a while. Taehyung came back downstairs.
“Hey Y/N, I decided you might prefer sleeping in my bed since you know… you had a really rough day, and I really don’t mind sleeping on the couch…” He smiled at you.
“Nonono Taehyung, it’s okay, I don’t mind sleeping on the couch either. Anyways, I haven’t really slept properly in a long time so, I won’t be missing out on too much anyway, so you sleep in your bed.” Truth is that through the day you tended to pass out a lot due to the pills you took, and then during the night you were never sleepy. And if you really slept, you were plagued with terrible nightmares, so you supposed it was just best not to sleep.
“Are you crazy?! Under those circumstances, I really won’t let you sleep on the couch! Follow me!” Before you even had time to refuse, Taehyung grabbed your wrist and pulled you up the stairs, and over to his bedroom. He already put fresh sheets on his bed and placed some clothing for you to wear on the bed as well. It was a black t-shirt and some gray sweatpants. Since it was his clothing, it fits you a little bit oversized.
“Taehyung…you really are too kind…” You still felt incredibly guilty over all of this.
“Don’t worry about it, I’m glad that I can help you out somehow. I’ll leave you here to change real quick, afterward you could come join me in the kitchen and help me make dinner.~” He winked at you before leaving the room and closing the door. You changed into the clothes he left for you, and folded your wet clothes together and laid them aside. As soon as you finished changing you went downstairs to the kitchen.
You opened the door and were kind of surprised to see Taehyung standing by the counter, cutting some ingredients together. His back was facing you. You were used to your old boyfriend being too lazy to cook or not even interested in cooking. Taehyung was different in so many ways.
“Uhm… Hey, can I help you with something?” You timidly walked up on him.
He turned around and smiled at you. “Of course, could you finish cutting the garlic for me and also cut the tomatoes? In the meanwhile, I’ll prepare the spaghetti…”
“Okay…sure…” You went to the cutting board he pointed at.
“Great, thanks, Y/N you’re a great help!” He turned his attention to the stove.
You got the knife that was laying on the counter and started cutting the ingredients, in the meanwhile Taehyung was hectically dashing around the kitchen gathering all the items he needed. He grabbed the pot to cook the spaghetti in and dropped it about 3 times on the way to the stove. He got the pack of spaghetti off of the high shelf, but it slipped out of his hands and it fell onto his head, some of the spaghetti falling onto him and showering him in spaghetti. He filled the pot with water from the sink and put it to a boil, he then added the spaghetti and almost burned his fingers. He looked at you, and you at him.
“O-ouch…I’m sorry, I just don’t cook that often… haha…” You didn’t mind his clumsiness, you actually found it quite cute.
You had to giggle a little bit at his goofiness. “I can tell…”
He looked down out of embarrassment before facing you again. “Oh, Y/N, you have to cut the tomato a little bit smaller. Hold on, let me help you…” He stepped behind you and placed his hand on your hand which was holding the knife. He was standing really close to you, and that made you blush. Now that you had calmed down a bit, you noticed how handsome Taehyung was. You lifted your hand and looked at Taehyung. You could now see all the handsome details of his face, his perfectly shaped nose, his lips, his slender face shape, his brown glistening eyes, his soft brown hair. You found yourself staring at him. He was focusing on the cutting board and the tomatoes, but he noticed you staring at him and looked down at you. His smile was so warm and sincere, you would love seeing this smile every day of your life. He made you forget about all the bad things that were bothering you.
“Is everything okay?” He furrowed his fluffy brown eyebrows.
“Uh… Yeah… Yeah, I’m fine…” You felt a little bit dazed and looked back down at the cutting board.
“Okay, just tell me if anything is wrong, alright?” How could he be so concerned? He’s such a sweetie.
“Of course!” You continued cutting the ingredients, and in no time you two made a delicious meal. You two sat down by the little coffee table in Taehyung’s living room. His apartment was actually quite small, and he didn’t manage to fit a dining table in here.
“Enjoy your meal, Y/N!” At this point, you also finally realized how deep his voice actually was. How could you not notice it earlier?
“You too, Taehyung!” You both ate the spaghetti you prepared together, and afterward, you helped Taehyung clean the dishes.
“You really don’t have to help me clean the dishes, I can do it alone.” Taehyung was so humble and nice, you really doubted that people like him still existed.
“Nah, I really don’t mind helping!~” You felt as if you had to make up for something.
“Oh yeah, sorry that the spaghetti was…uhm..kind of…crispy..” Taehyung caused you two to giggle.
“It’s okay Taehyung.” You tried your best to give him a reassuring smile.
“You really are a nice person, has anyone ever told you that you’re really pretty too?” You blushed at Taehyung’s kind words.
“No… Not really…” Your cheeks flushed with color, and you were feeling really shy around him.
“Well, now someone did.” Taehyung winked at you, and you were sure that you were as red as the tomatoes you were cutting earlier.
“And you’re really cute when you blush.” Taehyung smiled, timidly looking away as well. Your heart was pounding really heavily and you felt as if you were about to just explode. You and Taehyung finished cleaning the dishes.
“It’s getting quite late and you need to rest, need me to bring you to bed?” Taehyung dried his hands with a paper towel.
“Oh..uhm…I can go myself…you don’t need to bring me…” You felt slightly taken aback by his suggestion.
“I’ll take that as a yes then!” He let out a hearty giggle and ran ahead towards the bedroom.
“Aish Taehyung….” You chuckled and went after him.
You entered the bedroom, and Taehyung was already standing there, leaning against the bed, waiting for you. You were kind of oblivious towards what he was aiming for, so you just stood in there looking at him.
“There you are, come on, I’ll tuck you in.” He had a quirky smirk on his face.
“Taehyung, that really isn’t necessary-” You giggled.
“Nope, don’t turn me down here okay, I’m just making sure that you’re all tucked in so you can rest well!” Taehyung grabbed your wrist and pulled you over to the bed. You hopped onto the bed and Taehyung covered you with the blankets. The last time someone tucked you in was when you were 4 years old, and already back then you’re parents weren’t the best. Taehyung was so gentle while tucking you in, it didn’t even surprise you too much. You enjoyed being treated so nicely from someone for a change since you were used to everyone treating you like a piece of shit.
“Okay, sleep well, I’ll be in the living room downstairs if you need me just call me, okay? Good Night!” He treated you as if you were the most precious thing in the world.
“Okay, good night!” You genuinely smiled at him.
Taehyung turned off the lights and left the room. His bed was really comfy and cozy, you fell asleep right away which was something new for you.
You woke up bathed in sweat and let out a scream. You once again had one of those terrible nightmares. You were panting and placed your hands over your face. It was 1 AM. You heard someone dash up the stairs.
Taehyung burst in the room. “Oh my god Y/N, I heard a scream, is everything okay?!”
“Yeah…yeah… I just had a nightmare…” You sighed.
Taehyung sat down next to you and stroked your back. You ran your hands through your hair.
“It’s all going to be okay, just go back to sleep, I’ll stay here and watch over you.” Taehyung kept on stroking your back, and you covered yourself in the blankets again. You closed your eyes and tried to fall back asleep. Taehyung laid down next to you and wrapped his arm around your waist. You felt safe, and his warm body next to yours made you fall asleep immediately.
You opened your eyes again. Some beams of sunlight were streaming into the room, hitting you in your face. You looked around the room. Taehyung wasn’t there anymore, even though you remembered him comforting you as you had your nightmare last night. You sat up and simply observed his bedroom. It was really simple and basic, but it still looked really beautiful with the sun hitting on it. Where was Taehyung though? You looked around and discovered a little note addressed to you.
“Dear Y/N, Sorry, but I had to leave to work, I made you some pancakes for breakfast, they’re in the kitchen, here’s my number, call me if you need me [[Taehyung’s Phone Number]], ~Taehyung
P.S I left some clothes by the bed so you can change, and don’t worry about bringing them back, you can keep them ;)”
It was so sweet of him to leave you a little note. You stood up and changed into the clothes Tae left for you. It was a pair of his ripped jeans and a plain black t-shirt like before. You had to roll up the ends of the jeans a little bit since they were too long, but it still looked quite cute on you. You took the note with you since his number was on it, and went downstairs to the kitchen. On the way downstairs you made yourself a bun to hold your hair up. You grabbed the neatly arranged plate of pancakes and sat down at his dining table. Sure, it felt kind of weird to be in someone else’s house, but I mean, it would’ve been rude to simply decline his nice offer, so you decided to leave as soon as you finished the pancakes he made for you. Your purse was still on his couch, where you left it the other day. It was a messenger bag, which your parents gave you a long time ago for your birthday, and it meant a lot to you since it reminded you of better times. You began munching on the pancakes, and your thoughts drifted back to the nightmare you had yesterday.
Everything was dark around you, you could only recognize the walls surrounding you. You were walking around, in search of an exit, but none was to be found. It hit you, you were caught in a maze. Your pace built up, and now you were running through the maze. You hoped that you’d find a light, an exit, anything, but there was nothing, only the walls limiting you. After running for seemingly an eternity you broke down on the floor, falling onto your knees, panting, covering your face with your hands, desperate. As you looked up again, you saw a bright light shining out of what seemed like a slightly open door. You stood up and immediately ran towards it. You opened the door and your eyes were blinded for a second due to the extreme change of brightness. You entered the room and used your hands to cover your eyes for a second so they could get used to the brightness. After your eyes adjusted to the brightness you looked around the room. The door out of which you just came wasn’t there anymore. You slowly paced around the room, until you heard sobbing from behind your back. You turned around and saw your sister weeping on the floor, her long dark hair covering her face. You ran to her and held her in your arms, unsure of what to say. She snapped at you and pushed your hands away.
“Don’t touch me! Don’t help me! I don’t want your help! You put me in this situation! You didn’t help me at all! YOU….You should have jumped off that bridge. This world would be better off without YOU.” She faced the floor once more and continued sobbing.
“W-what are you talking about…?…” Tears started rolling down your cheek.
Your sister didn’t respond. The sound of her sobbing broke your heart. You called her name, and she snapped at you once more.
“Leave me! Leave us all! We don’t need you. No one needs YOU.” You couldn’t remember the last time you saw her this angry.
You looked down at the floor, tears now fully covering your face. As you looked up again, your sister was gone, and you were left alone once more.
That’s when you woke up again. You had nightmares like that far too often. You just tried getting rid of those thoughts and quickly finished the pancakes. You got your bag and exited Taehyungs apartment. You looked at the note you took with you. Was it really a good idea to stay in contact with him? What if you hurt him, by accident or not? What if you really end up dying, and then you’d have to leave him. You didn’t want for him to get too close to you because you didn’t want to be another person he loved who’d leave him. He was too good for you anyway. You ripped the note apart, and let the broken note fall to the ground. You left, not even daring to look back and called a taxi.
“Hello, my name’s Suho, I’ll be your Taxi Driver today. Where can I bring you, beautiful Lady?” The quirky man seemed far too happy considering what his job is, but at least he seemed nice. You gave the man the address to your apartment.
Meanwhile, Taehyung was at work… (His P.O.V) You cleaned the bar with a piece of cloth. You were supposed to work yesterday evening, but since you were busy taking care of this girl, Y/N, you skipped work. How was she doing? Did she recover from her nightmare? You thought back to it, and well, was it wrong to take advantage of her? I mean, not that you did anything bad, you simply cuddled up with her, but I mean, if she wouldn’t have been in that state you wouldn’t have done that. You were lost in your thoughts until the voice of your boss brought you back to reality.
“Kim Taehyung, where were you yesterday?” He sounded relatively angry.
“Sorry Boss, something came in between…” You didn’t feel comfortable with telling the whole story. It was none of his business anyway.
“Taehyung… You’re a good employee, look, I won’t fire you or anything, but I want for you to give your best at your performance today, or else I might reconsider…” This sounded slightly like a threat, but you knew that your performances always managed to convince him.
“Okay Boss, thank you for giving me another chance.” You were relieved.
“No problem, but seriously, you can leave, the bar’s already clean enough. See you tonight!” Your boss really is a nice guy. You knew he wouldn’t fire you.
“See you tonight Boss!” You grabbed your jacket and left. On your way out, you ran into your coworker, Jimin.
“Hey, Taehyung!” Jimin pulled you into a hug, with the same smile as always spread across his face.
“Hey Jimin! How’s it going?” You felt genuinely happy to see him again.
“Good, how ‘bout you? You weren’t at work yesterday, is everything okay?” Jimin always cared about you so much, what a great friend.
“Yeah, everything’s fine, just had something to do yesterday…” You really couldn’t get this girl out of your head.
“Oh. Well, you should have seen my performance yesterday. The girls lost their shit yesterday.” Jimin giggled.
“Jimin, they always do.” You two shared a playful chuckle. After you had a nice conversation, you two split ways.
You arrived at your apartment. No sign of Y/N. You sighed and sat down in your kitchen, serving yourself a cup of coffee, since you didn’t sleep too well last night. Little did Y/N know, but ever since you lost your siblings, you’ve been plagued with terrible nightmares. You have dreamed the same thing for the last few days. In your dream, you roamed a dark room, in search for something, anything, and then out of nowhere, something or someone would start hitting you. You broke down on the floor, and then seemingly out of nowhere a little puppy would appear. It reminded you of the little puppy you used to have as you were younger. And then a big cage would come down on you, and the puppy would leave. That nightmare would repeat every single night, and it started stealing your sleep. Last night you were awake because of your nightmare, which is why you heard Y/N scream and could be there so quickly. It was a miracle she didn’t suspect anything. You wondered where she might be right now, but you simply hoped that she’d call you as soon as possible.
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11 Answers, 11 Questions
I got tagged by @nardaviel! <3
Rules: Always post the rules. Answer the questions asked, then write eleven new ones. Tag eleven people to answer your questions as well as the person who tagged you.
1. what’s your favorite thing to do when you want to chill out and just enjoy yourself?
I’m so lame, it’s sleeping, mostly lol. I love naps like nothing else. As for hobbies, if I’m actively roleplaying with anyone it’s that, or relaxing and reading fanfics or watching Markiplier videos. Just hanging out by myself, really. (Tho cuddling the BF ranks on the list too lol)
2. describe the most beautiful thing you can think of or imagine
Object or concept? If we’re going with object... the perfect-fitting dream dress, heart shaped neckline, flowing skirt with iridescent colors that all blend into one another in varying shades of pinks, purples and blues... (idk I’m working on cosplay right now so all I’m thinking about is clothes). Concept? Coming home to your loved one(s), falling into an embrace and feeling that all is right with the world.
3. what is your favorite combination of colors?
Pink is my all-time favorite standalone, but I really like how royal blue and turquoise look together especially on clothing.
4. tell us about an AU that you desperately want to make but haven’t been able to, for whatever reason (can’t think of a plot, your faves don’t work well in the setting, w/e)
;^; I actually don’t like AUs too much... I get attached to a world AND its characters, not just one or the other. That’s why I don’t particularly care for reading fics/doing rps that are set in an existing universe but using OCs or AUs. Now Alternate Reality/Slight Canon Divergence I can do- I love me some ‘what if X happened instead of Y’. So I guess I’ll go with an AR answer since it’s kind of AU...
I’d want to do an AR of Boueibu where the CA don’t leave and join the DC, either staying in their CA outfits or becoming Battle Lovers themselves to fight the VEPPer. Now that would be entertaining.
5. what does your phone case look like? did you go for style or sturdiness?
I work in cell phones, so I love me some cases lol I swap out cases so often it’s not even funny. When I had an iphone 6/6s I had something like 10-15 cases at one point but now I have a 7 for work so I don’t have as many yet;
I have the first one I bought, a Speck hardshell with a purple/blue galaxy print on it. I got stuck with a black phone since it’s a work phone, so I wanted something that matched but was cute. The one I actually use at work is another Speck in turquoise with a slot for a credit card so I can keep my Target card on me at all times so I can buy lunch faster and not lose my card. The one I’m using right now because the Galaxy one is starting to deteriorate is a pink and navy otterbox symmetry that I got on clearance. I wanted the teal one but it was too light colored and was gonna get dirty too fast. All my cases are a blend of protection/function and style so...
6. what is your ideal hairstyle for yourself?
Just cut my hair again, actually; something short and easy to maintain with bangs to hide my forehead that I don’t like but cutesy. I always go with a chin-length bob with sideswept bangs when I cut my hair so... that’s it.
7. what’s the first favorite song you can remember having?
The first song that I liked just for myself and not because my parents played it all the time was Blue (Da Ba Dee) by Eiffel 65. I fucking love them. 11-year-old me was all over that early 2000s electropop shit. Going back even earlier, though, I want to say it was Hey Hey (We’re the Monkees) or Last Train to Clarksville by the Monkees because my parents played their favorite music for me and my sister when we were really little and I’d dance to everything. I also really liked the Beatles and Kansas around that time but the Monkees pops into my head more easily.
8. what’s the grossest food anyone has ever tried to make you eat? (and did you eat it?)
OH GOD I’M SCARED OF TRYING NEW FOOD WHEN IT’S NOT MY IDEA.
No, seriously, I actually cannot think of an answer to this question because I am so afraid that I’m not going to like something new/want to vomit when I try it that I actively avoid trying things when someone tries to shove a forkful of something in my face or encourages me to eat it. So any new food is gross. I get so pissed off when my bf or my parents do this because they KNOW I don’t like to try things unless I decide to do so, myself (because then I’ve mentally prepped and imagined what it tastes like and why it might be good) but they don’t understand my anxiety/aversion. They just think it’s a picky thing. It’s absolutely a ‘I am afraid of vomiting therefore I do not want to risk trying something that might make me gag especially in a public setting’. I don’t even have a strong gag reflex, I just have a texture thing and a phobia of vomit :/
I guess to phone in an answer- at the time cheesy potatoes were my worst enemy. I still don’t like cheese that much, but I’ve learned to like varieties of cheesy potatoes prepared well enough.
9. would you rather never drink anything but water again, or never eat anything again besides the blandest, most boring necessities?
Ack, this is difficult. I suppose while I like water well enough I suppose I’d rather eat bland necessities because my palate is rather limited anyway and that’s kind of been my diet in general until recently when I’ve been experimenting with cooking. I don’t think I can live without soda or flavored carbonated water.... or alcohol. <.<
10. describe your dream home
Somewhere near an ocean where it’s cool enough that I can have the windows open to air out the house and somehow there are no bugs to fly inside. It’d smell like the ocean and i’d be able to hear it outside. The house would be big enough for my family but small enough that it isn’t too huge with lots of cozy living spaces, a game room, a huge sewing/craft room/office for me with more cozy seating while I work. It’d have a nice, well-stocked kitchen with a dining room close by surrounded by windows that look out at the sea. There’d be windows everywhere, basically, but all surrounded by thick, heavy curtains to draw when it gets dark. There’d be a screened-in patio with comfy deck furniture and maybe a minibar, that overlooks my own private pool (maybe an infinity pool!) and backyard oasis with lots of flowers and trees that mostly blocks anyone from seeing into the yard but has views of the ocean peeking through. The bedrooms would all be large enough and super comfy and my bed would be so, so soft and huge enough so I could fit my partner and several cats (and maybe a small, not smelly dog) comfortably. The master bath would be my own private sanctuary, with heated floors, some seating, a huge, gorgeous bathtub big enough for two people and a separate shower that has multiple heads. Y’know, rich people bathrooms. My pets would have everything they’d ever need (catios, lofty cat highways and lots of scratching posts and toys; a big enough side yard for the dogs to run around and maybe a built in doggy bath to get rid of dog smell lol). Oh, and the entire house would have one of those sweet Sonos sound systems so I could play music all day in each room. <3
That was long and specific...
11. i need u to come up with a brilliant, scathing insult that contains five words or less
Fuck... I can’t think of anything other than “Douchnozzle McCuntWhistle”. Its not scathing as much as it’s ridiculous but I love it.
NEW QUESTIONS:
1) If you could have any animal in the world (currently living or extinct) as your pet, what would it be and why?
2) If money were no object, what would your dream career be?
3) How many hours of sleep would you get a night if you were free to sleep as much or as little as you wanted?
4) What’s more frustrating, having a great idea (for a fic, costume, song, presentation, anything) and being unable to produce it (either not having the means, motivation, funds, etc) or having all of your tools to create the thing at your disposal but not having any ideas?
5) Describe your favorite meal ever. Including dessert (if there is any).
6) What’s the most-used bookmark on your phone’s browser?
7) What chore do you absolutely hate and wish you would never have to do ever again?
8) It’s the end of your best day ever. What’s happening?
9) Would you rather go skydiving or climb to the top of mt. everest?
10) If you suddenly became rich beyond your wildest dreams, what would be the first thing you’d do with your money?
11) If you could master any skill on earth, regardless of what your current abilities are, what would it be and why?
Aaaaand I tag @magiccatprincess, @vashtijoy, @vagarius, @liarino, @angry-jewish-magical-girl, @cryptid-crusader, @metalliclioness, @amateurcatalyst, @thatlittledandere, @dazesprite and @nakedxtime <3
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