#WC:1070

[lucentloo]

Broken Vases and Hot Chocolate

Summary: A broken vase makes you believe the brief paradise you gained at the Potters will be shattered but James helps you realize that you won't get hurt again.

James Potter x fem!reader

Wc: 1070

Content Warning: Fem!reader, Black!reader, reader is Sirius' sister, flinching, past abuse, Mrs. Potter to the rescue with her emergency hot chocolate!, Comfort, James and reader are in a relationship.

A/N: Hello guys! I am posting one fic after the other and there might be more bc I've got a lot of free time but I wouldn't expect this for the future unfortunately. I hope you're enjoying the New Year and I hope you enjoy my fifth fic on this blog! Have a good rest of your day/night and make sure to have some water!

You knew deep down that this was a mistake; your instincts screamed at you that you shouldn’t have followed Sirius when he begged you to come along. The intensity in his gaze, the way his heart ached for you to join him—along with Regulus—made it impossible to say no. With a heavy heart, you left your little brother in the care of those who had inflicted pain upon you and stepped into the unknown alongside Sirius at the Potters’ house.

Sirius was relentless in his reassurances, insisting that the Potters were kind and that you had no reason to fear them. He spoke with such conviction, claiming they would never raise a finger against you, but as the shards of glass glistened ominously at your feet, doubt clouded your mind.

You had been playing a spirited game of pass with James, the vibrant quaffle soaring back and forth between you, laughter escaping your lips like music on the warm afternoon breeze. But in an unfortunate moment, the ball slipped through your fingers, crashing into one of Mrs. Potter’s beautiful vases. The sound was deafening, a shatter so loud it seemed to echo through the air, alerting not only James but likely every neighbor on the block. In that instant, the blissful atmosphere transformed into one of panic, leaving you with the weight of uncertainty and dread.

James muttered a string of curses under his breath, his frustration palpable in the air. You flinched at the disturbance it caused, instinctively dropping to your knees to swiftly clean up the mess sprawled across the floor. The cool surface pressed against your skin as you worked, your heart racing. Sirius had mentioned that the Potters were generally more forgiving than others, so perhaps if you hurried, you could erase the evidence of your mistake before they noticed. You hoped that your diligence would spare you from their displeasure.

“Woah! Hey, what are you doing?” James asks as he watches the glass dig into your knees as you clean it up with uncovered hands.

“I’m cleaning,” you responded in what you hoped was a collected voice but knew that there were some cracks in there.

James quickly put on his deer slippers Sirius gave him for Christmas and stepped over the glass to stop your hands. “Sweet thing, you don’t have to do that, it was my fault the throw was too hard, come on.” He says gently as he brushes off the few small flakes of glass off your palm.

‘But I didn’t catch it. If you just let me clean it up then there would be less trouble and-”

You were cut off by James who put his on your waist and hoisted you up like you weighed nothing. He carried you over to the couch and set you down gently. “There is no trouble, just a knocked-down vase. Sure I might get in trouble with my mom but it was a vase given to her by my grandma, and honestly? My mom's been complaining about it for years.”

The only thing you managed to get from that was the fact that James might get in trouble with his mom. You thought Sirius said that the Potters weren’t as bad as your guys’ parents.

When James went to leave you grabbed his hands tight. Anxiety courses through you as the image of Hogwarts golden boy getting hurt flashes through your mind. That’s not right, he’s too good to be hurt like that. “Tell them it was me, that it was my fault.” Your words are desperate and pleading and James’ eyebrows furrow in concern when he starts to realize what this is all about.

“It’s fine, it was my fault and I’m fine with taking the blame.”

“But I don’t want you to get-”

“Nobody’s gonna get hurt,” James says with conviction. He raises his hand and slowly places it on your cheek. When he wipes away your tears you finally realize how much you were crying and shaking. You sniffle and try to hide your face in embarrassment but James wouldn’t let you.

“No matter what happens here, what you or anybody else does, no one will get hurt. I promise.” He says the last two words a bit softer as his hand travels from your cheek to the back of your neck so he can move your head to his chest.

You let him as you slump against him. You start crying even more and he doesn’t move or give any indication of how uncomfortable he is while crouching. “That’s it, just let it out. No one’s gonna hurt you anymore.”

You hear the door open and hear the silence that follows. You try to move out of James' hold, and he lets you, but he keeps his hand on your back while he looks at his parents. Sirius gives you a concerned look but you look down in your lap.

“What happened, dear?” You look up as Mrs. Potter comes over to the two of you. You choke up before you answer and look over to the corner of the living room instead. When she follows your line of sight she relaxes and sighs. “Oh James, again?”

You look over to James who has now moved to help his dad and Sirius with the groceries. He wears a shit-eating grin as he shrugs. “That boy.” Mrs. Potter says and to your surprise laughs while shaking her head. With a single wave of her wand, the mess is cleared and your injuries are healed as she places her hand on your back as she stands up.

You both make your way to the kitchen. “Do you like hot chocolate? I say it’s a must in the holidays.” With that, your usual smile comes back and you nod. You make your way to where James and Sirius are talking by the counter.

“Thank you, James, for dealing with my mini freak out.” You say quietly as Sirius pulls you into his side.

James just smiles fondly. “How many times have I told you, sweetheart, it’s not dealing with you, it’s loving you. Two different things.” He kisses your head and squeezes your hand before going to help his mom with the hot chocolate.

“I still think it’s disgusting that he’s dating you.”

You laugh and nudge Sirius's side. “Sirius!”

He shrugs his shoulders and holds you closer. “Just saying.”

You smile warmly and lean in more, knowing you could use a few minutes of just hugging.

[hoonieyun]

love hangover ༄.°

pairing: park jongseong x reader genre: romance & angst warnings: profanity, kissing, death?? lmao, portrayal of toxic relationships, 18+ not proofread inspired by "love hangover" by jennie

wc: 1070

Fight me Fight me Fight me You made me so unlike me

you knew it wasn’t a good idea, constantly meeting up with the boy that made you question everything. altering your mindset to assimilate to the reality that he’s created for you because there wasn’t anything you wanted more than to be with him, at least that’s what he’s made you think. 

you knew it wasn’t a good idea, looking at yourself in the mirror as you got ready to go on yet another date with jay, observing your features, blinking at yourself and narrowing your eyes at the girl in front of you. unsure who that girl was and how different you’ve become since you started seeing him. like you wanted to fight back and show him the type of girl you really were but jay was just too good. 

too good at making you feel like the girl he wanted you to be, in turn you’d start to believe that girl was really who you were. 

so unlike yourself, the longer you try to fight off becoming that girl, the more you realize you’ve become unsure of who you were in the first place. 

fighting it off was starting to get tiring and at some point you knew that the inevitable would arrive where you’d find yourself giving in time and time again. 

I don’t really mind when you play me… 

is this what falling in love is like? having to constantly feel like i’m on the verge of death or like i’m dying? if that’s what love is like then i’d rather live and be unloved. you thought to yourself but you knew that you’d rather be in love, or what you thought was love, and feel like you’re about to take your last breath. 

that’s what it felt like when you were with jay. like the wind has been taken out of your lungs as your breath gets stuck in your throat. the adrenaline of being with jay and how you knew it would end the same way every time, drunk on his love and hungover in the morning; regretting the decisions you’ve made even though you know you’d end up in the same place again the next day and the day after that. 

falling for his antics over and over again, knowing that he knows you the best and knows how to get you to melt into him like the way the ice melts into the empty glass of alcohol that sat in front of the two of you. 

“what’s on that brain of yours prety girl?” he asks, swirling the melting ice in his glass, avoiding eye contact with you. “nothing.. just– happy to be here with you.” you murmur, poking at the food on your plate, seemingly uninterested in this conversation and lying through your teeth to tell jay what he wants to here the same way he does with you. 

“i’m glad to hear that, i wouldn’t want to be anywhere else right now.” he responds, waving down the waiter to grab another glass of alcohol. you and jay were really good at lying to one another, fighting fire with fire as the two of you tell lie after lie. 

you didn’t mind that jay lied to you, only because you lied to him too– but it was the fact that his dishonesty provided some sort of comfort. the way that he could whisper the most untrue thing into your ears, sweetly and sickly false, but the way it left tingles down your spine was too good to not want to feel it again. 

to not want to hear it again. 

so you stayed, letting him fill your mind with corrupt and deceitfult thoughts so that he can have you in his arms at the end of every night and the start of every morning. 

We say it’s over, but I keep fucking with you And every time I do, I wake up with this  Love Hangover 

waking up in his bad, jay’s strong arms wrapped around your waist every morning was something you loved. the feeling of a love hangover seeping into your head as you sit up, like it was the sense of reality hitting you after the delusions and fairytale reality you were drowning in the night before. 

you knew that this wasn’t a good idea, finding yourself in jay’s bed constantly when you knew that it feels like you were flying too close to the sun. the sun being jay. 

you loved the feeling of being close to jay, the heat that emitted off of him, the warmth that coated your skin, and the burning sensation that was left inside of your chest whenever you’d walk away from him. 

“leaving already?” jay says, groaning with his eyes half open as he sits up from his bed; watching you put your clothes back on. “we can’t keep doing this, jay..” those dreaded words leaving your lips has jay jumping out from his bed and wrapping his arms around you to prevent you from leaving. 

“come on, you know how much i love you..” jay pleads, dropping the L word even if he didn’t mean it because he knew it’d make you stay. 

and he was right. 

hearing him plead and beg to make you stay did something to your brain. not your heart. like hearing him ramble on about how he wanted you to stay was connecting the wires in your brain, trying your best to not smile because your tactic of keeping jay around was working. 

jay thought that he was playing you by telling you what you wanted to hear, smiling into your skin as you tell him you’ll stay, unaware of the smile on your lips because he played right into your hands. 

who cares if this cycle that you two were in was burning the two of you alive? 

what mattered most was that you two had each other even if it was through lies and deceit, overdosing on each other’s love, fighting off the truth from obscuring the fake reality the two of you have created for one another, and waking up with a love hangover that could never compare to the amount of pain that you two have put each other through. 

if love felt like you were going to die at any moment, then why do you love the feeling so much? 

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[sonics-atelier]

𝐒𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐥𝐢𝐭 𝐒𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬

Summary : Four immortal beings, a beach, and the illusion of relaxation—what could possibly go wrong? Shenanigans ensue, proving once again that immortality doesn't guarantee common sense.

WC : 1070. Read on Ao3 or Below the Cut.

For 31 Days Of Tamcien, ran by @achaotichuman <3 - Prompt - Day 12 + Day 14 : The Beach Episode + Cuddling and Snuggling

. . . 

The sun-dappled waves of the Summer Court stretched endlessly before them, gilded by the light that seemed to perpetually embrace Tarquin’s land. 

Tamlin and Lucien walked along the shoreline, their laughter mingling with the whispering sea breeze. It had been years since either had felt the kind of lightness that now coursed through them, carried on the scent of salt and sun-warmed sand. 

Tarquin’s invitation to visit the Summer Court had been unexpected, but neither had hesitated to accept, especially with the promise of Tarquin’s mate, Maenín, joining from the Dawn Court.

Lucien bent low, plucking a gleaming conch shell from the wet sand, his russet hair catching the sunlight like fire. “This one,” he said, holding it up for Tamlin’s appraisal, “is a masterpiece. Perfect spiral, don’t you think?"

Tamlin chuckled, folding his arms. “You’ve said that about every shell. You’re like a magpie with shinier taste.”

Lucien smirked, tossing the shell to Tamlin, who caught it deftly. “I can’t help that I appreciate the finer things in life. Speaking of which, did you bring that ridiculous seashell necklace you bought last time you were here? You know, the one that made you look like an extra in a bad romance novel?”

“First of all,” Tamlin began, mock indignation in his tone, “that necklace is an *heirloom* from the Summer Court’s artisan market. Second, the only bad romance novel here is the one where you keep flirting with Tarquin’s ocean like you think it’s going to marry you.”

Nearby, Tarquin and Maenín were arranging surfboards in the shallows, their easy camaraderie infectious. “Are you two just collecting trinkets, or will you actually join us in the water?” Tarquin called, his white teeth flashing in a grin.

Lucien straightened, brushing sand from his hands. “You’re on.”

. . . 

The surf was wild, vibrant with life and motion. Lucien took to it naturally, his movements fluid and instinctive. He balanced on his board with a poise that made the effort look effortless, laughing as he rode wave after wave to shore.

Tamlin, on the other hand, struggled. His first attempt ended in an undignified tumble, a spray of seawater cascading over him. He sputtered, glaring at the sea as though it had personally offended him. Lucien’s laughter rang out, warm and teasing.

“You’re supposed to *ride* the wave, not let it ride you,” Lucien called.

“Not what you said last night,” Tamlin snapped, dragging his board back out. “I’ll make sure to remember that next time I want unsolicited advice from someone who looks like they’re auditioning for an aquatic strip show.”

Lucien grinned, unbothered. “You wish you looked this good on a board. Maybe if you spent more time surfing and less time brooding, you’d have a shot.”

Several more attempts left Tamlin still battling the waves until, with a mischievous glint in his eyes, he latched onto Lucien’s board mid-wave. Lucien yelped in mock outrage as Tamlin steadied himself, grinning triumphantly.

“You cheat!” Lucien accused, though his laughter betrayed his amusement.

“Adaptability,” Tamlin corrected, the corners of his mouth twitching. “Besides, I thought you liked having me hitting it from the back. Admit it, you’re thrilled.”

Lucien arched a brow. “Thrilled that you’re proving gravity works? Absolutely.”

. . . 

By the time the sun began its descent, casting the sky in hues of amber and rose, they returned to the beach where a sumptuous spread awaited. A blanket, laden with delicacies—fresh fruits, savory pastries, chilled wine—was laid out, the perfect end to their afternoon. They ate and drank, the conversation flowing as freely as the wine.

“Careful, Lucien,” Tarquin teased, pouring him another glass. “If you drink too much, you’ll end up serenading the crabs again.”

Lucien raised a brow. “I stand by my serenades. They were soulful, and you all were jealous of the connection I formed with that one crab.”

Maenín snorted. “If by connection, you mean it pinched your toe and wouldn’t let go, then sure. Soulful.”

“I still have the scar,” Lucien said, mock-wistful. “We were *meant* to meet.”

Tamlin rolled his eyes. “It’s always crabs with you. One of these days, they’re going to unionize and come for you in the middle of the night.”

“And I’ll still handle them better than you handle a surfboard,” Lucien shot back, smirking.

The others burst into laughter as Tamlin huffed, muttering something about ungrateful foxes.

As the evening wore on, Lucien grew quieter, his head beginning to dip, his eyelids fluttering shut only to snap open moments later. Eventually, he succumbed, his cheek resting against Tamlin’s shoulder. The sight stirred something deep within Tamlin—a quiet, tender ache to protect the love of his life. 

The others noticed too, Tarquin smirking as he poured another glass of wine. “I’d say it’s time for you two to call it a night.”

Tamlin scooped Lucien into his arms with practiced ease, ignoring Maenín’s amused whisper about fairy tales and princes. Lucien stirred briefly, muttering something incoherent about crabs doing drugs, before nestling closer against Tamlin’s chest.

The walk to their room was quiet, save for the gentle lap of waves against the shore. Inside, Tamlin laid Lucien on the bed with the utmost care, brushing a stray strand of hair from his face. He turned to leave, intent on changing out of his damp clothes, but a warm hand closed around his fingers.

“Stay,” Lucien murmured, his voice ridden with exhaustion.

“I need to change,” Tamlin said softly, though his resolve was already wavering.

“No need,” Lucien whispered, his amber eye half-open, filled with a quiet plea. “Unless you want to give me a show.”

Tamlin raised a brow. “And give you another reason to fall asleep faster? No, thanks.”

Lucien chuckled, his laugh turning into a sleepy sigh. “Spoilsport.”

Against his better judgment—but entirely in line with his heart—Tamlin relented. Slipping into the bed, he allowed Lucien to curl against him, their limbs tangling naturally. The room fell into a profound silence, broken only by the rhythmic sound of their breathing.

As the night deepened, Tamlin held Lucien close, thinking of the waves, the laughter, and the rare, fleeting joy they’d found that day. For the first time in a long while, the future seemed less daunting, the weight of the past lifting just enough to let in the possibility of happiness.

. . . 

- @sonics-atelier 2024 ( do not repost or reuse in any way, shape or form )

[wooblrb]

chapter one

genre,, fluff, friends to lovers, slow burn ??,, unrequited love

pairing: junghoon x fem!reader 

wc: 1070｡𖦹°‧

warnings: y/n is delulu....>.<

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at the beginning of my junior year, something unexpected happened—my best friend abandoned me.

“i’m going home early, i cant do this anymore!” jiwoon said as she hurriedly packed up her things.

“are you serious?! you can’t leave because of that! hold it in for me!” i whined, desperately trying to get her to stay with me for lunch.

“you know i can’t go to the bathroom in public…” she slashed an apologetic smile, as she quickly rushed out of the classroom, trying to avoid being caught by me.

“enjoy your lunch!!!~” jiwoon called out, already halfway down the hallway.

i slumped in my seat, feeling the sting of loneliness. even though it sucked, i knew i’d have to face the rest of the day on my own.

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when I was left to fend for myself in the jungle called the “cafeteria,”…

“ugh, this sucks,” i muttered under my breath as i ate alone.

I should finish my food quickly and get to class… i thought to myself, grabbing a big spoonful of rice and shoveling it into my mouth.

suddenly, a voice broke through my thoughts.

“hi… is this seat taken?”

my eyes widened, and I quickly looked up to see a handsome guy from my class pointing to the empty seat in front of me. i choked on my food and hurriedly swallowed, nodding, “Yes.”

and so it began…

“i’m ham jinsik. we’re in the same class, right? what’s your name?” he asked with a charming smile.

“i’m y/n,” i replied, my heart fluttering.

from that moment on, i found myself drawn to him.

jinsik was funny, handsome, and popular. he wasn’t just kind to me, but i couldn’t help but feel that maybe... i was special in his eyes…

ever since that day, we ate lunch together almost every day, and even hung out outside of school! we sat next to each other in class… it had to be destiny. maybe, just maybe, jinsik would feel the same way about me one day.

one afternoon, as we sat together, jinsik asked me a question that made my heart race.

“y/n, do you like anyone?” he asked, his gaze full of curiosity.

my heart pounded in my chest, nearly threatening to escape.

could this be the moment where we become more than just friends…?

“huh?! oh… um, yes, i do. how did you know?”

jinsik smiled, his eyes bright with excitement.

“ah, well, i have someone i like too… i want to tell you who it is! and if you’re okay with it, maybe you could tell me who yours is?”

my cheeks flushed as i looked down, trying to suppress a smile.

“okay… who is it?” i asked, my voice almost a whisper, my heart in overdrive.

“well…” jinsik began, his face turning pink. “she’s in the same grade as us. she’s cute and pretty…”

i leaned in, eager to hear more. maybe it was me?

“her smile just… draws me in,” jinsik continued, blushing even deeper. “i can’t help but stare at her beauty. i was probably obvious, but…”

i tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, my body tilting slightly towards him.

“jinsik… i—”

“she’s also tall, and her hair is very long…” jinsik added, continuing to describe someone who was not me.

i turned away, my smile faltering as reality set in.

“her name is moon bora, and i’ve liked her since middle school. She’s transferring to our school soon…”

i stared blankly ahead as my thoughts spiraled.

so lets figure this out...

long hair vs. medium-length hair

tall vs. short

transferring to our school vs. already at the same school

met in middle school vs. met in high school

my crush: jinsik.

jinsik’s crush: moon bora.

in conclusion, i am not jinsik’s crush!

i spaced out, my gaze drifting out the window. On this perfect spring day, i had convinced myself that i was the main character in some kind of romance drama. but reality had cut this unrequited love story… in the first episode.

“so, y/n, who do you like?” jinsik asked, his voice curious, snapping me out of my thoughts.

“huh? oh, about that…” i said, turning my face away slightly, embarrassed.

it was way too late to lie about my crush, but if i told him the truth, it would make our friendship awkward… and i don’t want that.

“hmm… i’ll guess who he is then,” jinsik said, adopting his signature thinking pose.

“is he tall and handsome?”

“uh, yeah… he’s tall… and handsome, i guess…”

i have to be as vague as possible so he doesn’t suspect anything.

“uh… does he go to our school? is he in the same grade as us?” jinsik continued, probing for more details.

“ah… maybe?” i answered nervously, my palms starting to sweat.

“ah, i think i got it!” jinsik exclaimed, pointing a finger triumphantly into the air. (🤓☝️)

what!? already? even i don’t know who it is…

just as i was about to respond, the bell rang, signaling that lunch was over.

“oh! there’s the bell—let’s go to class!” he said, grabbing my arm and pulling me toward the classroom.

i guess that went well… it’s probably better for him not to know that he’s the one i like. that way, it won’t be awkward between us, right?

when we got to class, jinsik mentioned he needed to use the bathroom. i sat down at my desk and began gathering my materials for math class.

“geez, what’s taking him so long?” i muttered to myself, absentmindedly scribbling in my notebook.

suddenly, i felt someone sit down next to me. my brow furrowed as i turned to find that the person next to me was NOT jinsik. i looked back, confused, and saw him sitting two rows behind me. he caught my gaze and waved, flashing his signature toothy smile.

“y/n! i think i know how to help you~!” he whispered, giving me a thumbs-up.

is he serious…

ever since then, jinsik has been actively trying to help me with my “crush.” part of me thought I could get out of this situation, but what really worried me was that, out of all the guys he could’ve mistaken my crush for… he chose…

“why are you staring at me..? (-ㅅ-)”

kim junghoon.

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[em-mermaid]

A Picnic in the Park

Happy Mumscarian week everyone! Today’s prompt is nature/new beginnings. Redscape fluff be upon ye!

WC: 1070

Relationship: Mumscarian, redscape focused

Tags: Grian is off-server during this fic, disabled Scar, no CW this is pure fluff

Summary: Mumbo is finally back on Hermitcraft after months away, so Scar takes him on a picnic in Scarland

You can also read it on AO3!

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Mumbo stumbles as he lands heavily on the cobbled streets of Scarland, nearly dropping his blue shulker of diamonds. He takes a couple steps to regain his balance before looking around, jaw dropping open as he admires the buildings around him. Shop fronts of every shape and color line the street, the midday sun reflecting off of the many windows. Each one is filled with various treats or memorabilia, most of which are in the shape of Jellie’s ears.

The trees along the sidewalks are meticulously manicured. They draw his eye along the road past colorful gardens and towards the grand walls crowning the top of a moss covered mountain. He moves to rest the shulker under one of his arms as he takes it all in.

A voice rings out from behind, making him jump in surprise. “Well hello there Mumbo!

When he turns around Scar smiles widely at him, expression soft. He is wearing a safety hat and a bright orange vest. A red shulker box rests on his lap as he wheels himself closer.

“Scar, hello! Gosh, you scared me.”

Scar laughs brightly, eyes sparkling as he comes to a stop in front of Mumbo. “Look at that mustache, it’s so good seeing it again.”

He huffs fondly. “Hello, my love. I missed you too.” He reaches out to accept Scar’s extended hand before he continues to glance around at the store fronts. “This place is ridiculous by the way. It is very beautiful.”

“You are the one that’s beautiful,” Scar replies. Mumbo can feel his face heat up as he looks back towards him, sputtering through an incoherent reply as Scar continues. “But thank you. It is still a work in progress, of course. The castle is coming soon.”

“Wha– Scar!” His voice wavers with embarrassment. “You can’t just say things like that and then move on like it didn’t happen, my heart can’t take it!”

Scar looks up at him with a now mischievous smile. “Well surely you know flattery is the way to a man’s heart. I was merely returning the favor.”

Mumbo’s face continues to burn as he replies easily. “You already have my heart, Scar.”

“Oh yes, well you’ve got me there.” Scar tugs lightly on their connected hands, pulling him down for a quick kiss. “So, how about we find a nice spot to relax and you can tell me more about those diamonds you’re offering.”

“That sounds wonderful.”

Scar lets go of his hand and begins to lead him along the main road. They pass the remaining shops before turning towards an inconspicuous looking wall. He follows Scar through a hidden doorway and suddenly everything looks more industrial. To the left, a metal building covered in green paint towers above them. The cobbled bricks below their feet gradually become a concrete walkway. Scar turns to the right, towards a course dirt path lined with trees, leading behind the gardens and up onto the mountain.

They meander through the forest, talking and laughing about recent shenanigans, including the silly summoning circle Grian had made. There was an unfortunate irony with Grian trying to bring Mumbo back, only to have to make an unexpected off-server trip the morning after his return. They did at least have that one night together. Plus, at least he could have some quality time with Scar while they wait for Grian to return.

Slowly the trees become more manicured, each appearing to be hand-shaped and draped with a thick moss. Small rocks and mushrooms are scattered throughout the bright green grass.

“Here we are!” Scar announces, gesturing broadly at the landscape. Mumbo glances around. It didn’t appear to be too different from the other areas they had walked through.

He brings a hand to rub at the back of his neck. “It’s gorgeous here Scar, but I’m not sure I understand?”

When he looks back over, Scar is already digging through his red shulker. “We are having a picnic, of course!” Mumbo watches as he pulls a striped blanket from the box.

“Ah, right,” he chuckles awkwardly. “That makes more sense.” Scar beams at him. Mumbo sets his shulker down on a nearby rock before taking the blanket and spreading it out across the soft grass.

“Would you set this box over there and then give me a hand?” Scar points to a spot off to the side.

“Of course.” As he sets down the box, Scar locks his wheels and slowly hoists himself up from his chair. Mumbo steps closer allowing Scar’s arms to wrap around his neck. He hugs Scar’s waist, simultaneously pulling him closer and supporting his weight. Their chests press together, the warmth of Scar is a familiar comfort, even after so many months apart.

He can feel Scar’s breath on his face as they press their foreheads together. Scar’s eyes flutter closed as Mumbo whispers into the small space between them. “Hello, you handsome man.”

The grip on his neck tightens, pulling him impossibly closer. “Hi, my love.” He feels Scar’s lips brush against on his own and his heart feels full at the shape of Scar’s whispered words. “I’ve missed you so much. It’s not the same without you here.”

They close the distance, lips falling together with a gravity that had grown too strong to resist. Every moment they had spent apart, months he had spent longing to be held by his lovers, finally crashing down into this one desperate kiss. His chest aches with the desire to be ever closer. To hold this moment forever.

But they need to breathe.

Scar breaks away first, gasping for air. Mumbo opens his eyes to see flushed cheeks, hungry eyes, and the softest smile. A gentle wind ruffles Scar’s hair and Mumbo is reminded of where they are.

He leans in to press a kiss to the corner of Scar’s mouth. “How about that picnic you promised?”

“That would be amazing.”

Scar grunts quietly as Mumbo helps guide him down onto the blanket. Mumbo makes sure to grab the red shulker before settling down next to him. They lean into each other as Scar pulls out a small feast of popcorn and churros.

Mumbo takes Scar’s hand, lacing their fingers together as they look out across the fields of Scarland.

“Oh Mumbo, didn’t you mention something about diamonds earlier?

“Ah yes, but I figured it out. It’s you that makes me happy.”

[nirikeehan]

Happy Friday, ol Buddy ol Pal! For Temperence & Templars AU, something with Laela and #6 Green eyes with tears, from the Evocative Images prompts?

HI DEMA have some Laela being schemesy toward Cullen in my next chapter of Temperance and Templars. This takes place in the middle of a big ass party on the Trevelyan estate and Cullen is trying unsuccessfully to track down Thalia, who is supposed to meet a suitor tonight. Lady Arabella is a previously established friend of Laela's.

For @dadrunkwriting

WC: 1070

CW: Brief oblique reference to sexual assault

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Cullen paced the corridor, his anxiety mounting. He was not made for these schemes and machinations. It just made him all the more eager to remove Thalia from this den of beasts entirely. She’d be safer in a Circle, surrounded by people who cared about her, and then he wouldn’t have to worry about Lord Whoever from the Madfort or whether a three-fingered knight wanted to blackmail her. 

He was wasting time. He had to find her before anyone else did. Cullen started down the hall, away from the muffled sounds of the revels, toward the main library. He’d check there first, and if Thalia was not there, he at least had the advantage of knowing where her personal library was—

He was halted by a hand on his arm. Startled, Cullen began to wrench it away, only to look up and into the haunting violet eyes of Lady Arabella Merton. Sable ringlets strayed from a veil artfully arranged on the top of her head, and her pale cheeks glowed rosy in the light from the wall-mounted sconce. She really was quite beautiful. Don’t forget, she supposedly poisoned her husband. 

“Ser Cullen,” Lady Arabella said, a hint of distress in your tone. “Thank the Maker you’re here. Lady Laela begs your assistance.” 

Wrong sister, he wanted to tell her. “What’s the matter?” he asked, forcing aside his uncharitable thoughts. With a guest list this expansive, any number of misfortunes could have happened. 

“I would rather let Laela herself tell it,” Arabella said demurely, averting her eyes. No one’s eyes were that purple, Cullen found himself thinking. Had she access to magic herself, to cast a glamour? It would be the least surprising secret of the night, if so. 

Cullen stifled a sigh. “All right.” Arabella turned, skirts swirling about her ankles, and tugged him down the corridor with one delicate hand clutching his sleeve. 

“Have you seen Lady Thalia?” he asked, trying to keep exasperation from his voice. 

“I spied her in the foyer earlier,” Arabella admitted. “She was greeting someone at the front door, I believe.” 

Cullen’s heart leapt into his throat. “Was it Lord Lewis? Of the Madfort?” 

“I couldn’t say, Ser Cullen.” 

Arabella grinned apologetically, pushing open the door to the terrace. The cool, damp night air hit him in the face. It was difficult to believe the height of the day had been so hot. A steady rain still fell, pattering relentlessly against the stones of the terrace, though the worst of the storm seemed to have passed. 

Arabella gestured him forward. Under the dripping vine-covered awning sat Laela, her hairnet askew, blond hair a sheet across her face. She looked wilted and damp, her cream-and-blue dress pooling out beneath her as she sat on a low wall. She looked up. He was taken aback by the tears shining in her green eyes. 

“Ser Cullen.” She reached out one hand to him. Her voice had lost its normal saccharine barbs. “You didn’t need to come.” 

“Lady Arabella insisted.” Cullen stepped forward, carefully, but did not take her hand. The scar above his lip itched. “Are you all right?” 

Laela’s shoulders slumped. She drew the back of her palm across her eyes. “I seem to have twisted my ankle while dancing.” 

“Out here? In the rain?” Cullen was aware of how callous he sounded in his skepticism. 

Laela snorted. “Where else? That’s where Bann Reginald likes to conduct his dances, if you catch my meaning.” 

Cullen shifted his weight uncomfortably. He crossed his arms across his chest. He didn’t want to be taken for a fool again, but ignoring the implication of her words would make him worse than dishonorable. Laela herself had told him of her fondness for nooks and crannies. “Did he try anything untoward, this— Bann Reginald?” He of the third wife nearly Thalia’s age. 

Cullen wished abruptly for the entire estate to be set ablaze, the fire consuming every grotesque noble therein. 

Laela reached out her arm again. “If you would just escort a lady inside, discreetly?” Her silence on the matter seemed confirmation enough. 

Cullen shut his eyes for a moment. An image of Thalia assaulted him, alone with Lord Lewis, his tall shadow from the fire cast over her. (Why did this shadow look so much like Uldred? He did not have time to wonder.)

He opened them again, but it was still Laela before him, not Thalia. Swallowing hard, he stepped closer and took her hand, helping her up. “Here, lean on me. Do not put weight on the bad ankle.”

Laela slid in close, her hip pressing against his side through the fabric of her gown. She threw an arm across his shoulder. She was taller than her sister, and doing so nearly brought them eye to eye. Cullen tore his gaze away, turning so that he could ask Lady Arabella to hold the door for them, but she had mysteriously vanished. 

“I find that scar rather becomes you, Ser Cullen,” Laela purred. 

Cullen felt her finger on his lip. He tensed and pulled away from her. Someone with an injured ankle would totter and fall to the wet stones, but Laela regained her balance with grace. Cullen felt disgust rising from his gut. 

“Was Bann Reginald ever even out here?” he demanded. 

Laela let out a tragic sigh. “Andraste, no. He was too busy trying to sneak a hand up Lady Rosalind’s skirts.” 

Cullen turned and stormed toward the door. His hand reach for the knob when he heard Laela’s voice pierce the dark from behind him. 

“She’ll betray you.” 

Cullen froze. 

“My sister, I mean. She’s playing sweetness and light with you now, but you shouldn’t fall for it. It’s not you she’s interested in, Ser Cullen. She’s a devious little thing.” 

Laela glided past him and pulled the door open, holding it for him. “You’re not the first Templar she’s done this to, after all.” Her smile was bright and sharp. 

Cullen’s mouth went dry.

“She’ll play you like a fiddle and leave you ruined. Is that how you’d like to end your career?” Laela chuckled. “If you thought about it, you’d see I’m the superior choice.” 

“I need to be going,” Cullen said stiffly. 

Laela shrugged. “Have it your way. I’m not holding you back, am I?” 

Not physically, no. Cullen took a deep breath and stepped inside, leaving Laela behind on the damp terrace. 

[rkmb]

                    MAIN SKILL PRF  ▸  DADDY  ft.  PSY  /  MAY J LEE CHOREO                            —   (  0:05  –  0:42 ; WHITE CAP  )  &  (  2:30  –  3:05  )   —

        . . . all of which were subbed in english or spanish, languages neither really understood, but that didn't stop him from doing comedic voice-overs of what he thought the characters were saying  ( what do you mean orochimaru didn't say break it down bitch lemme see you back it up ).  then they got bored and threw themselves into the goldmine that was naruto amvs.  and it's here that he found it:  the amv that topped all amvs.  the amv that changed his life---boruto, naruto, and minato - i got it from my daddy.

        and long story short, that's precisely how he ends up back on the mga stage, hands clutched tight around the microphone, ready to perform psy's 2015 hit single.

        he beams, his smile stretching ear to ear as he looks out at the audience.

        "YO!"  it's so loud that even he, the perpetrator, flinches.  he moves the microphone a bit farther away.  "ah, sorry 'bout that.  but hi everyone ~  it's me again, lee suwoong, contestant #5032 ~  it's a bit intimidating to go after everyone that just went---"  especially YEJI, who showed a lot of emotion in her movements  ( and was sporting her high ponytail again, how intimidating! );  EUNJI, who utilized her ballet background for a visually soothing performance  ( he'd have to high five her later );  and HYUNGGU, who was . . just irritatingly good at being both cool and cute  ( a worthy rival, indeed ).  "---but i will do my best, so please remember me ~"

        and with that, he walks to the side of the stage and hands the microphone to one of the staff members.

        he stays there, waving at the cameras and audience with a wide grin perched on his lips.  then the music starts < 0:05 >, and an ever familiar beat, though somewhat dated in the kpop world, rings throughout the set.  since there are just a few seconds before psy comes in, he can only jog half-way around the stage with his arms raised high in the air, clapping enthusiastically to the beat.  it swells him with absolute pride when his ever stoic cousin, KYUNGSOO, stands up to join him on the clapping---only to quickly sit back down, but that doesn't matter;  suwoong's already back at the center of the stage, his arms back by his side as he rolls his body to the first words hold up, wait a minute < 0:14 >.

        though dancing is his main skill, it's quite evident that he's not on par with the previous few performers in his category.  he knows this.  has known this since the triple threat challenge earlier this year, actually.  and TAEYANG, someone he has known for practically his entire life, is one of the strongest in the section.  he has always outperformed, has always impressed, and in all honesty, suwoong's glad that taeyang’s going after him.  had he gone first, the bar would've been set too high, and his own performance would surely pale in comparison.  not to mention, he doesn't even know what taeyang's performing, but he's 100% certain that taeyang would wow the audience regardless  ( too intimidating, really! ).

        but he doesn't let this string of thought bother him.  if there's one thing he does well, it's putting things out of mind to focus on the present moment -- something he picked up from his numerous years of playing go in dreadful silence.

        still with his usual grin, he sets into clapping, pivoting his body, and tapping his heel along with the beat < 0:28 >.  he mouths along to the first set of i got it from my daddy, i got it from my daddy, i got it got it, hey where d'ya get that body from < 2:33 >, then bites his lower lip in a slight tease during the second verse.  slight tease, because not two seconds later, he breaks into another stupid smile that very much defines his personality at this point.

        expressive.

        that's what his father said about his last performance and is sure to say about this one.  just expressive, and nothing more.  his mother, on the other hand, would comment on his song choice and the bouncy, arguably sassy, choreography.  he can imagine it now:  her nose wrinkling in slight judgment, her raised eyebrow when he blows a kiss and squats < 2:44 >, even though she knows very well that this is typical behavior of her rather eccentric son.  at the very least, he can count on his auntie, kyungsoo's mother, being excited and supportive.

        it's funny.  his auntie seems more engaged with his performance, while his own mother appears partial to kyungsoo's---super offensive!  isn't she supposed to be his number one fan?  of course, she is.  and the fact that she sent a two minute long message to voice her support for kyungsoo in their family group chat . . . offensive!  incredibly offensive!  he's going to have auntie adopt him if this treachery continues!

        ( just kidding.  he would never, not after she sent him a voice message earlier this morning telling him to perform well.  never mind the 'or else' tone. )

        he finishes the dance with both hands cupping the back of his ears to listen < 3:02 >.  the song fades gradually, and he takes this time to swoop into a quick bow.  he then straightens up and waves his farewell on his way off the stage, pausing only briefly in front of one of the cameras to kiss the air in front of it and wink---all for lisa, whenever she watches this.

MENTIONED:  @rkkyg  /  @rkyeji  /  @rkeunji  /  @rkkhg  /  @rkkyungsoo  /  @rktaeyang

[rkzhengting]

            ———————————————   𝙦𝙞𝙖𝙣  𝙠𝙪𝙣  𝘧𝘰𝘳  𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘭𝘦  𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵  𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘦  !                𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 + 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 ( 0:00 -  0:35 )  /  𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 ( 0:35 - 0:55 )  /  𝐫𝐚𝐩 ( 1:35 - 2:02 )

        he chews on his lower lip.  it’s a nervous habit he had picked up over the course of his time in south korea, where the winters are a lot dryer.  he knows he shouldn’t, his lips are already cracked enough, but he can’t help it;  nerves are eating him away, slowly but surely.  and if his parents on the other side of the phone have noticed how unsettled he is, then they’re quite the sadists for dragging out his misery.  it’s been five minutes, and they still haven’t gotten the audio to work.

        “it’s okay,”  he says after some time.  “you can just watch the dance portion.  my singing and rapping weren’t good.”

        his mother thrusts her face in front of the phone camera.  what did i say about that sort of talk?  she narrows her eyes.

        “my singing and rapping can be improved, so that it will be good one day,”  he responds, tone apathetic, almost as if he’s been forced to recite this for years.

        she beams.  that’s right.

        there’s some shuffling then got it!  his father exclaims from the background, turning the camera around so that kun can see the paused video of his triple threat challenge performance blown up on their tv screen.  he continues chewing on his lower lip while halfheartedly debating if he should make up a story so that he can excuse himself from this viewing.  it’s not that he’s embarrassed, per se, but there’s just something about his parents watching him perform that doesn’t sit well with him.  the video plays.  his confidence falters.

        the kun on-screen swoops into a low bow.  “my name is qian kun, and today i will be performing a rendition of christina perri’s ‘human.’  i hope you can enjoy my performance.”  and then he starts.  his movements are graceful, soft -- complimentary of his voice that carries the lyrics in practiced english:

i can hold my breath, i can bite my tongue, i can stay awake for days, if that’s what you want. be your number one.

        he flinches when his on-screen self falters a bit during the i can stay awake for days ( 0:25 ) part.  nervousness had caught him at that precise moment, and he had lost his breath.  that’s something he didn’t account for during his practices.  nerves.  right.  nerves could truly mess up a performance.  fortunately, the subsequent parts didn’t require him to carry out a tune.

        as a pre-recorded i can do it, i can do it, i can do it plays in the background, his on-screen self draws the audience’s attention with a running start that turns into a front aerial flip  ( 0:35 ).  he lands on one knee, a choreographed movement that had his knee scraped and red for days, before twisting upward and shedding off the thin outer layer of clothing to the flow of his arm gestures.

        his parents are quiet, making absolutely no sound nor movement, even at the front aerial flip part, which he believes was the highlight of his choreography.  it was intended to be the main focus, and when he had performed this in front of his dance class  ( since this choreography was originally created for an evaluation ), he was rewarded with reactions.  his parents are giving him no such luxury.

        fingers clenching into fists, he watches as his on-screen self graciously falls to his side  ( 0:52 ), before rolling onto his back.  his chest heaves, his eyes cast upwards as he begins the rap portion:

i'm the kid who's always picked last, easy to skim through and miss without noticing, i'm there when you pass.

always been the shortest in the class, i force a laugh 'cause my own friends push me to the ground and say they're only joking. i'm just hoping someone has my back, no stab.

        save for reaching up to grab a metaphorical rope, his on-screen self doesn’t move during the entire rap part.  there are too many words crammed into just a few seconds that would surely make him lose his breath if he were to layer it with dancing.  thus, he had scraped the choreography in this section in lieu of a stronger rapping performance.  compared to others, though, it’s still not as strong.  not enough feeling, he thinks as he watches his on-screen self finish off no stab in a whisper.

        the last few piano notes play as he sings ‘til i had enough to complete the verse.  if he closes his eyes, he can still feel the cool stage beneath his back, can still hear the applause that erupts afterwards.  it’s loud.  louder than the applause he had received back when he performed with the circus, which drew less than twenty audience members on most days.

        the popularity of idol companies . . how terrifying.

        and then the video cuts off, the camera shifts, and he’s faced with his parents�� reaction.

        i have a friend living in america, if you would like to move there,  his mother says.

        he blanks.  “america?”

        she laughs, waving her hand in front of her face.  so that you can pursue a rap career.  clearly joking.  his father chimes in:  don’t give him ideas.  america is too far away.  korea is already far enough.

        and though he knows that he should be happy with their indirect compliments---rap isn’t his strongest suit---he can’t help but feel . . off.  it’s not that he’s not happy, but this isn’t quite the reaction he was hoping to get  ( then again, what was he expecting? ).

        you did well,  his mother continues,  but you should work on your singing more.  singing is more pleasing to the ear.  you may even attract your future wife with singing, if you work hard to become the next li yugang.

        he can’t help but laugh at that.  “i don’t think i’ll ever achieve li yugang’s octave.”  a pause, then,  “what did you think about my dancing?”

        it was good, as always,  his father comments.

        good.

        as always.

        never better.

        he allows a tremor of a smile pass his lips.  “i will work harder.”

        and we know you will.

        they talk for another hour about his classes, about money, and about his future wife  ( whoever she may be ).  he sits through all of it with a hollow stomach, though an empty plate of food sits beside him.  always good.  his brow furrows.  never better.

[bearseulgs]

enhypen's reaction to their s/o dressing nicely for an important meeting

gn!reader x ot7

genre: fluff

wc: 1070

warnings: none that i've found !

requested!! tysm

- ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ Heeseung ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌

you hadn't informed him of tonight's big meeting at the company that you're interning for 😭

it was a staff only event meant to discuss the details on their new marketing project

so you hadn't deemed it important for him to know

so you can imagine his surprise when you walk out in a new outfit looking expensive af (slay)

"hey honey... do we have a date tonight? did i forget?" he asked, already pulling out his phone to check his calendar

you had to assure him that there was no date and he hadn't forgotten before explaining that you had a meeting to attend

when he calmed down, he didn't say much but his mind was running a mile a minute

a bit jealous that your coworkers get to see you like that but he doesn't 💔

gives u many many kisses before you leave mwah

- ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ Jay ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌

your # 1 hype man fr

you told him that your workplace had an opening event tomorrow and that you had a company-wide meeting today to discuss any last many details and go over the plan once more

but OH NO 😱 you didn't know what to wear DUN DUN DUN

lucky for you you have the handsomest most fashionable bf in the whole wide world to help you teehee

so OFC Jay over here raids both your and his closets looking for the perf fit for you bc his angel has to look the prettiest it's just a last minute brief chill

once y'all finally pick out smth for you to wear, you go change and come out and WOAH he must've seen a real angel this time bc you look amazing

he thinks he fell in love all over again 🥹

sends you off to your meeting with the proudest smile on his face bc that's his s/o

- ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ Jake ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌

knew about the meeting

you practically had to rely on him to be your calendar bc even when you write things down you forget them 💔 (me too babe dw)

so he understood that you were presenting your new product plan to your boss today

he just didn't understand why you had to do it wearing his favourite outfit of yours 🤨

like excuse you how dare you look so good and walk out that door AWAY FROM HIM

doesn't say anything tho bc you're his pretty lil darling and he loves you ☺️

buys you new accessories while you're at your meeting as a treat for himself 😭

- ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ Sunghoon ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌

you actually work at Music Bank woot woot!!

you had recently been promoted to creative directer and you were presenting your first ever ideas for possible sets for upcoming performances (hang with me here idk how mubank staffs work)

and the MCs had to attend bc idk their companies like to see them suffer ig

but they weren't suffering bc you're besties w Wonie and ofc you have your lovely bf Hoon 💞💞💞

Sunghoon didn't actually know that you were giving the presentation so when he walked in on you and Wonyoung chatting he stopped dead in his tracks bc holy cow they're good looking 😳

could not get over the fact that he's dating you

eventually got cocky and started bragging about it to everyone who would listen (read: you and Wonyoung) that he has the prettiest s/o ever aw

- ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ Sunoo ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌

you were the CEO's assistant so you had to go with her to all of her important meetings

this time y'all were meeting with a partnering company to discuss product promotions

and you wanted to look your absolute best to give your company a good image!! especially since your boss won't be there today due to her kid having the flu so you had to take over for her ᕙ(  •̀ - •́  )ᕗ

you woke up, made breakfast, showered, got dressed, and when you came out all ready Sunoo was sitting down eating brekky

he looked up when you entered and he gasped so big that you were worried he'd choke 😭

nonstop praises from your bf, he had to make sure that you knew your worth

needless to say, you left with a huge smile on your face and feeling more confident than earlier

- ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ Jungwon ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌

your job was mostly work from home so you didn't typically dress up much

but the CEO of your location called for a big meeting that everyone needed to attend (i hope y'all know what i mean by your location, like the building you would work at if you weren't working from home)

so you got to dress fancy woo!! :D we love dress up

it was a kind of last minute message though, only 2 days advance, so you didn't really have time to go shopping and had to work with what you had

but that's okay bc you're cute af 😘

on the day of, you spent the morning getting some work done and preparing for this afternoon's meeting

on your way out the door, you passed your boyfriend in the living room and told him you were headed out

"okay- dang"

"what?" you asked, cocking your head, but he said nothing, just looking away to hide his flustered expression

you shrugged and didn't think much of it, heading to your meeting, but you stayed in his thoughts all afternoon

when you got home that evening he made sure to give you all the compliments 🥰

- ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ Ni-ki ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌

you have your first ever job interview omg!!!

you spent like two weeks planning your outfit and scripting responses to possible questions lol

but finally the day has come and you were ready to ace this interview!!

you had on a cute set of clothes that you had bought when you and Riki went to the mall w some friends and did your makeup nice and neat and innocent and professional

but you were still nervous ㅠㅠ

so you fted Riki like 5 minutes before you had to leave so much for great planning asking what he thought of your outfit and boy was STUNNED

like,,, speechless

eventually you got worried bc what if he doesn't like your outfit but he doesn't want to hurt your feeling and that's why he isn't saying anything 😣

but that was far from the case

he broke out of his spell after a minute and started praising you nonstop

before you hung up he wished you luck on your interview and kissed the screen 🥰

a/n: omg this was so fun to write bc it's like an idea always in my head, anyways stay stunning babes!! ALSO SORRY THIS SUCKS ㅠㅠ

©️ bearseulgs 2022

[lgchaein]

.* ☆ vlive prompt 004.

Cooking.

Haein wasn’t a bad cook, in fact, he was actually rather decent and knew more than just how to boil an egg. So when this opportunity to show off his hidden talent presented itself he was rather excited. There were so many possibilities! Should he go for something easy and guarantee a good result or try something more demanding and potentially fail? He spent a few days scrolling through recipes on the internet before finally settling on making kimchi jjigae. It was a classic dish and, now that the weather was turning colder, was sure to warm people up.

Feeling confident in his choice of food, Haein made sure he looked the part of soft boyfriend on the day of filming opting to wear a soft polo neck sweater and a dark grey apron. His hair was artfully mussed by one of the staff stylists and he had the barest hint of makeup on to prevent his face from becoming an oily, shiny mess underneath all the bright lights used for filming. Plus it didn’t hurt to put concealer on his dark undereye bags.

Once on the set he bowed to the staff greeting them sincerely. He smiled brightly at them and said he knew he was in good hands and that he knew they’d do their best to make him look good even if he should fail. Haein made his way behind the kitchen counter and took a deep breath, nodding to indicate that he was ready to begin filming.

In 3, 2, 1...

“Hello everyone! This is Park Haein and today I will be cooking kimchi jjigae for you today!” He gave his best charming grin and waved at the camera for a moment before resuming his talk. “Since the weather is turning colder now, there’s nothing better than some steaming hot stew to remove the chill from your bones. And it has the added benefit of making you look really cool and mature. The cooking aspect that is, not the eating. So if you have someone you want to impress then please do try this simple, but classic, dish!”

“But before you begin the most important thing to remember when you cook is hygiene and cleanliness! So if you have long sleeves—like I do—please roll them up. There’s nothing worse than dragging your cuff or sleeve through the food. If you have long hair please tie it up or braid it. You want to prevent any stray hairs from unintentionally seasoning your dish and also just keep your hair out of your face. Then lastly, wash your hands with soap and water.”

As he talked he rolled up the sleeves of his sweater pushing them up past his elbows before going to the sink and washing his hands, drying them on a hanging towel. After he was he then gestured to the various ingredients that had been laid out ready for use.

“Here are the ingredients you will be using for today procured by our amazing staff. They’ll edit in a list somewhere around here,” Haein waved his left hand vaguely before pausing and looking into the camera, “or onto my face depending on how I do the rest of this session.” He gave a laugh and grinned cheekily, eyes twinkling with good humour.

“Now the most important player in your stew is, drum roll please, your kimchi! I had the luxury of my mom sending me some homemade kimchi—you’re the best, love you!—but store bought is fine too. But enough talk, let’s get started shall we? First you want to take your pork belly and cut it into bite sized pieces using a sharp knife and a clean cutting board.” Haein took his strips of pork belly and sliced them easily into evenly sized pieces before putting them back into the bowl.

“After slicing your pork belly you want to cut up your kimchi being careful to keep all the delicious juices which you need for the stew broth. Also keep in mind to use a different cutting board and knife than the one you used for the pork!” He hastily washed his hands before putting on a plastic glove to hold the kimchi as he roughly cut it up. After he was done he slid it all into the heavy bottomed pot and added the saved kimchi juice. “Now we want to chop up our onion and slice two of our green onions and add them to the pot as well. The pork will go in too and then we’ll put all our seasoning in as well.”

Haein hummed to himself as he chopped up the remaining ingredients and added them to the pot. “Chili paste, chili flakes, salt, sugar, a drizzle of sesame oil, and some anchovy stock I made earlier,” he said as he added each ingredient. “You’re going to cover this and cook it on high for about ten minutes. Just keep an eye on it as you slice the tofu into about two centimetre thick slices.”

As the pot cooked he sliced up the tofu leaving it neatly on the cutting board as he began to clean up and put the dishes away. “Always clean while you cook. Top tier tip, honestly. It saves you from doing all the washing up after you’ve had dinner. Wash bowls, cutlery, cutting boards and just put them to the side to dry and you’re already half way done.” 

After ten minutes he opened the lid, closing his eyes and wafting the smell towards him. “Mm! It smells delicious! Just stir our seasonings into the soup so that they mix well and then we’ll lay all our tofu slices on top... just like so. Then we’ll just pop the lid back on and let it cook for another ten-fifteen minutes. Meanwhile we can chop up the remaining green onion for garnish.”

Twenty minutes later Haein put the finishing touch to his plated creation, proudly displaying it on the countertop. “Here you go, a steaming hot pot of kimchi jjigae that’s delicious enough to impress almost anyone. Just serve with a fresh bowl of rice and some good banchan. I hope you had just as much as a blast as I did! This has been cooking with Park Haein, wishing you a continued good afternoon, morning, or evening wherever you are!” He waved at the camera and sent a finger heart as his last pose.

[a-biochemist-not-a-bird]

AoS 2021 Wrapped Fic Recs

for @aosrecweek​

by: me.

or 21 (surprisingly angsty) oneshots for 2021 (written mostly this year) in order of me frantically remembering them and 1 more for the New Year 

1. please don't ever become a stranger (who's laugh I could recognize anywhere) by @bobbiamorse [Mack & Bobbi & Hunter, angst, rating: G] no archive warnings apply

Years later, Mack runs into Huntingbird in a way (but its still sad) [wc 1116]

2. that's kinda cringe by @apathbacktoyou [Kasius/Sinara, Original Character Children, Alternate Universe- Human, crack, rating: G] no archive warning apply

Sinara meets Kasius’ kids (and they’re the best) [wc 1273]

3. A Shadow to Every Light by @aleksandrachaev [Fitz/Simmons, Aida/Simmons, Alternate Universe- Role Reversal, Dark Jemma, angst, rating: T] creator chose not to use archive warnings

Jemma falls in love with Ophelia instead and its wonderfully evil [wc 3496]

4. want you more than a melody by @acetoshikosato [Fitz/Daisy, Alternate Universe- Bodyguard AU, First Kiss, Allergies, mostly fluff, rating: T] no archive warnings apply

Fitz is just trying to do his job and Daisy’s having the time of her life making it as hard as possible [wc 1185] 

5. but we're back again by @treaddelicately [Piper & Davis, post-canon, light angst, fluff, rating: T] no archive warnings apply 

Piper and Davis are on a stakeout. They have a snowball fight instead. [wc 1070]

6. Can you hear me screaming? by Marley_Barnes112 [May, Daisy, Jemma & Piper, Piper & Davis, Autistic Piper, Meltdown, post- 6x10, grief, rating: not rated] Major Character Death 

Piper’s packing up Davis’ room, but it’s all too much [wc 1545]

7. i would ruin myself (a million little times) by @justanalto [Phil Coulson / Melinda May, Andrew Garner, Maria Hill, Alternate Universe- High School, fluff and pining, rating: not rated] no archive warnings apply

When Homecoming roles around, Phil’s decided to be an idiot who’s stupidly jealous of Andrew while Maria’s helpful in her own way, and Melinda is the softest. [wc 6637]

8. Out of the pan and into the fire by @florchis [Kara/Raina/Trip, Season 2 AU, pre-relationship, rating: T] no archive warnings apply 

Raina finds Trip undercover at Hydra instead of Bobbi, and then, they make their daring escape but not without rescuing the other S.H.I.E.L.D. agent stuck there. [wc 2937]

9. Fight Training by @ellsey [Raina/Sinara, hope, falling in love, rating: G] no archive warnings apply 

Sinara was supposed to train Raina to fight in the inhuman fight club, not become enamored along the way. [wc 1860]

10. And When You're Gone (i feel incomplete) by @the9muses [Jemma/Daisy, Alternate Universe- Soulmates, brief homophobia, angst, rating: T] Major Character Death

A Soulmate AU where you have your soulmate’s name written on your skin. Jemma and Daisy find each other, but life doesn’t always go as planned. [wc 1231]

11. The Summer She Got Sick by @would-die-for-fitzsimmons [Fitz/Simmons, Alya, Diabetes, Sickfic, Angst with a Happy Ending, rating: G] no archive warnings apply

Alya isn’t doing so great, and gives Jemma and Fitz a bit of a scare [wc 1624]

12. a soft place to land by @sad-tunes [Raina/Daisy, hurt/comfort, panic attack, rating: G] no archive warnings apply 

Raina has a panic attack, and Daisy is a good girlfriend. [wc 551]

13. time, curious time, gave me no compasses gave me no signs by @loved-the-stars-too-fondly [Jiaying/May, Daisy, Soulmate AU, canon-verse, angst, rating: T] no archive warnings apply

In world where you don’t age past 20 until you meet your soulmate, it takes a long time for them to find each other, but even then, relationships are complicated. [wc 2812]

14. and i am feeling so small by @smallblueandloud [Jemma & Daisy, post-season 5, mentions of fitz and 5x14, hurt/comfort, rating: G] no archive warnings apply

Jemma and Daisy start to heal at midnight in a cold bunk. [wc 2003]

15. i’d never say i love you dear (just to hear you say it back) by @nazezdha321 [Bobbi/Hunter, Isabelle Hartley, fluff, angst, rating: G] no archive warnings apply

Character study-ish fic from Bobbi’s perspective about Huntingbird pre-shield. [wc 2314]

16. The Government’s a Platypus by @libbyweasley  [Coulson, Mack, May, Fitz, Simmons, Nick Fury, Maria Hill, Radcliffe, Alternate Universe- Phineas and Ferb, Coulson as Perry the Platypus, humor, fluff, rating: G] no archive warnings apply

When Radcliffe gets his hands on their (Mack, Fitz, Jemma) blueprints, S.H.I.E.L.D. gets involved. [wc 1751]

17. Gift by @tomatobookworm [Kora & Gordon, Alternate Universe- canon divergence, angst with a happy ending, tw: suicide attempt, rating: M] creator chose not to use archive warnings 

Kora’s struggling with her new powers, and Gordon does his best to let her know she’s not alone. [wc 862]

18. if you’ve built yourself a myth (you’d know just what to give) by @sun-daisies [Daisy Johnson, heavy angst, tw: eating disorders, anorexia, suicidal ideation, rating: not rated] creator chose not to use archive warnings

Daisy Johnson is not okay. [wc 954]

19. her mother’s daughter by @daisylincs [Phil Coulson & May & Daisy, Alternate Universe- canon divergence, melinda may-centric, adoption, healing, angst, hurt/comfort, rating: G] no archive warnings apply

May’s struggling post-divorce, her best friend impulsively adopts a baby, and she discovers found family is family. [wc 5535]

20. you taught the courage of the stars by @innertimetraveldetective [Bobbi/Jemma, post-maveth, fluff-adjacent, hurt/comfort, rating: G] no archive warnings apply

It’s awkward until Bobbi hears Jemma having a nightmare. [wc 1821]

21. Watch the Movie of our lives by @destroyer-of-days4 [Daisy & the team, Daisy & Alya, bus kids, fluff and humor, rating: G] no archive warnings apply

Daisy watching movies with her family through the years. [wc 1353]

+ 1 

What do you call a fish with no eyes? by me! [Jemma/Daisy, Alternate Universe- brooklyn nine nine fusion, drunken shenanagins, fluff, pining, pre-relationship, rating: T] no archive warnings apply 

When Simmons’ boyfriend cancels on her again, Daisy makes it her mission to cheer her partner up. [wc 1545]

[lowkeyanakin]

!! a perspective flip of literally any part of golden phantom from obi-wan's pov would be amazing :>

ask and you shall be given!!

under the cut you will find perspective flip of the sexy part of the lake scene in chapter three, featuring obi-wan girlbossing a bit too close to the sun. (later, i will post it as a bonus on ao3 too!)

wc: 1070 words

i hope you'll like it and, should any of you want more, my inbox is open hehehe

It was only when their erections touched that Obi-Wan understood how fucked he actually was. His body was burning from the inside out—Anakin’s scorching touch setting fire to the wicker of his soul with practised ease—and he couldn’t help but whine pleadingly, wanting more.

Without pausing for breath, the Knight let his hands drop to where his ass was and groped it possessively, his long fingers squeezing the soft skin before moving them down to caress his thighs. It felt like a question, and there was a hint of shy hesitance behind it, as if Anakin couldn’t truly believe that Obi-Wan was okay with it.

The thought made his heartbeat quicken. Nodding, Obi-Wan jumped up and wrapped his legs around Anakin’s waist, moaning obscenely when his erection brushed against the Knight’s stomach, sending a flare of pleasure right to his cock where precum was now budding. Tugging on Anakin’s hair, he urged him to walk to shore and lay him down on the sheet they had set down to eat.

Soon enough, Obi-Wan found himself sprawled on the ground, heaving pathetically as the other man made a mess of his skin using his teeth and wicked tongue. He was taking it slow, the bastard, kissing him languidly; mapping every inch of his body with his mouth, twisting his nipples with his strong hands.

Obi-Wan was so aroused already, blinded by lust and pleasure, his hips thrust upward instinctively and a slurred version of Anakin’s name left his mouth.

“More—I want..more, my Knight,” he pleaded, loving the way Anakin grinned at him, his eyes sparkling like two precious diamonds.

He watched as he kneeled in between his legs, stopping to look at him. Obi-Wan had known from the moment he had spotted him in the Throne room, that Anakin was the most beautiful man had ever seen. And right then, dripping wet and flushed, he resembled one of the minor divinities of Alderaan—not the one he happened to be named after, rather, the one that blessed unions and marriages. He was Eros personified, with those golden locks plastered to his forehead, and Obi-Wan wanted to be with such intensity, that he didn’t really stop about the implications of such an act.

Apparently satisfied with what he saw, Anakin leaned down and spread Obi-Wan’s legs further apart. Sighing breathlessly, he threw his head back, wanting more than anything else for the other to stop kissing his inner thighs so reverently and just suck his dick already. It was maddening, and when Anakin’s mouth lingered for too long over a most sensitive spot, the Prince of Alderaan decided that he had had enough. 

“Anakin, please,” he breathed, fisting the Knight’s moist hair and yelping when Anakin, always so eager to comply, licked his cock from base to tip, lingering around the slit, tasting his bitter pre-cum. Never taking his eyes off him, Obi-Wan watched, enraptured, as the Knight of the Core leaned back to lick his lips in a most indecent way.

Then, he wrapped his right hand around Obi-Wan’s erection.

“As you wish,” Anakin replied easily before taking the almost full length of his cock in his mouth. Moaning, Obi-Wan brought his head down all the way, groaning when Anakin’s throat spasmed around his erection and his nose brushed against the curly hair at the base of his dick.

The Knight started slow, twisting his fist back and forth as his head bobbed up and down, tongue twirling around the dick in his mouth. It was perfection, and the warmth of Anakin’s mouth around him made his toes curl. Had he been any younger, he would have come already, Obi-Wan mused, losing himself in that perfect moment, becoming more and more vocal when he noticed just how much Anakin seemed to like it.

He whined, sobbed and arched up when the other abruptly hollowed his cheeks, allowing him to experience having Anakin Skywalker’s mouth fully wrapped around his aching erection. I can’t wait for this to become routine, he thought before moaning the Knight’s name again.

Except, some part of his brain didn’t seem to agree with him, making warning bells start tolling in his head. Had he not been so lust-drunk, he might have listened to that last shred of his sanity from the beginning, understanding what it was trying to remind him of. Instead, he ignored his own conscience and whined in displeasure when Anakin straightened again, mourning the loss of warmth already.

And with a gorgeous man kneeling in front of him, his cock hard and leaking, what was Obi-Wan supposed to do if not watch? Wanting to see it disappear inside his own ass, knowing that it would be difficult for Anakin to stretch him wide enough to fuck him properly?

As if he had read his mind, the Knight of the Core touched himself once, twice when Obi-Wan inhaled sharply, his stomach muscles clenching reflexively. 

“So beautiful,” he murmured appreciatively, swinging one leg over his hips to sit on his lap.  Obi-Wan blushed, and covered his face with his hand, groaning quietly when Anakin started rocking his hips back and forth. 

Not even in his wildest dreams, he had imagined that his first time would be with a man he actually liked and that might even end up marrying if the gods were kind. The thought made his heart clench painfully inside his chest as more blood rushed to his cock where it kept slapping against Anakin’s toned ass. Isn’t this what I have always wanted? he thought, not understanding why his body was only now reacting so badly to it. Having someone scream my name as we become one?

Only then did it click, what was terribly wrong with what they were doing. This was not Obi-Wan Kenobi, Prince of Alderaan, on the verge of having sex with the man he was rapidly catching feelings for. No, he was still Ben Lars, nothing more than a stable boy, a fictional man that would stop existing the moment the tournament winner would unmask the Phantom on his wedding day.

And he deserved better than a fake love story with the man of his dreams. Anakin himself deserved better than being lied to to such an extent.

I want to do this right, was his last thought before he stopped the Knight of the Core, regret twisting his features. A promise, one he would try his best to fulfil.

[itsjustmyfantasyroom]

Orange Guilt.

Thank you to @beccabarba​ for reading over this for me.

Warning: angst with a happy ending. Simon Wilkes episode based. Gif from google.

WC: 1070

Enjoy x

You had blamed yourself for some of the chain of events that had happened. If you had let it go maybe Nick wouldn’t have ended up beating Simon Wilks, now in jail and lost his badge, and because of that you had taken a massive step back from him, and from Amanda who knew what had happened between you both. The case had left you all uneasy with how it all unfolded, but when Nick turned up on your door step after having a fight with Maria and then ended up in your bed, for him to blurt out once he rolled out of you that it was a mistake and he never should have taken that step with you, you lost it throwing some hurtful things at him, for him to throw just as hurtful things back, storming out and doing what he did.

And what hurt more, he used his one call on someone else and you had found out what happen very much after the fact, only because Fin had messaged you to you fill you in. You went to the first court hearing, when Nick was pulled away his eye met yours and both your eyes filled with tears before you got up and walked out. You never went and saw him in jail, but he did leave you one voice mail saying he was sorry for what he did to you and he hoped you would forgive him. You didn’t want to step on Amanda’s toes, who was acting like Nick’s savior as much as she could, so you just went to work did what you needed to do and went home.

You walked in that morning and before you even had a chance to put your bag down, Fin was ushering you out the door to pick up a girl from the 116th that was a witness in the latest case. You had known that Nick was put back on the beat, but it wasn’t till Fin pulled up and made the comment about Nick getting the paperwork done that you rolled your eyes trying to hide the fact that you were nervous about seeing him.

You and Fin walked through the door and Nick’s for now partner guided you both to the cell’s, Nick trying to get more information out of the young girl. The young lady looked passed Nick to you both and Nick whipped his head around, his eyes meeting yours and your cheeks heated up at how handsome he looked in his blues. Nick walked over to you both, Fin shaking his hand and handing him the folder with the paper work from SVU’s end. Nick walked over to you, his eyes stuck on you and he brought his hand up to your elbow giving you a soft smile,

“Hey, you, ok?” he all but whispered.

“Yeah. You?” you muttered back and he nodded back at you.

“Did you see my messages?”

“Yeah, sorry I have been busy” you looked down.

“Can I come and see you tonight? I want to talk to you”

“Ah yeah whatever” you pulled away from him and walked over to the cell.

You and Fin sorted everything out and had just stepped out of the station, walking to the car with the young lady when loud shots rang through the air. You grabbed onto one of her arms pulling her down to the ground, covering your head and shielding her with your body when a shot went through the glass on a police car and it fell on and around you. Nick rushed out the door with his weapon drawn followed by some other officers, they following Fin as he chased the car around the corner and Nick rushed over to you skidding to his knees next to you,

“Y/N” He pulled you up by your shoulder, his eyes running over you, flicking some broken glass off you and his hands frantically running over your cloths to make sure there was no blood before his hands settled on your cheeks, your eyes snapping up to his “you, ok?”

“I think so” you said panting.

Another officer came over getting the young girl up off the floor and taking her back inside to the cell, while the situation was sorted out. You searched his eyes and a tear ran down his cheek. You reached up and brushed it away with the back of your pointer finger and then your hand settled on his cheek, he nuzzling into your palm. Nick lent down closer to you, his nose brushing over yours and then your lips met, the kiss soft and slow. Nick pulled back his forehead resting on yours,

“I’ am sorry for the things I said and for what I did. It wasn’t a mistake, taking that step with you and I shouldn’t have said that. My only regret is that I did it when I did and not at a better time”

“I’ am sorry for the things I said too” you pulled back, your hands moving to rest on his wrists “If I hadn't of snapped, all this wouldn’t have happened” your tears finally escaped your eyes, flowing down your cheeks.

“No, my love. It would have. My head was all over the place already”

You sucked in your top lip looking up at him, his face so soft and caring before he pulled you into his chest, his arms wrapping around you, yours going around him and grabbing onto his shirt, your face nuzzling into his neck and he kissed all over the side of your face,

“Think we can get passed all this?” you muttered into his neck.

“I know we can. Come to mine tonight for dinner, we can have a chat and start again, get on the same page, which I know won’t be hard”

You sat up, Nick pulling away and getting to his feet. He grabbed your hand and pulled you too your feet,

“Why won’t it be hard?” you raised an eye brow at him.

“You told me how you feel about me. I replayed those words in my head every night before I went to sleep in my cell, and although I didn’t show you at the time, I feel the same and I’ am going to do everything I can to make sure you understand that, because I want to be with you”

Tags: @beccabarba @alwaysachorusgirl  @lovebishoplosamiguelgalindo @ben-c-group-therapy

[baeklination]

dark to light

pic: FINNPIC

Date:210119

Warnings: SMUT 🔞, fingering, oral (receiving)

Pairing: Kyungsoo x F.Reader

WC:1070

Masterlist

                                         ¤¤

  The change makes you open your eyes. By the column of light on the wall you can tell someone - presumably your aunt - has opened the door a little.

“I don’t know if she’s sleeping…”

  You’re not. Apart from being rid of this migraine there’s nothing you’d rather do, but it’s impossible. Touching on sleep while there’s a temporary relief is the best you get until you have to move your hands again in a futile effort to block some of the pain. Excruciating is a dramatic yet wholly accurate description of it - it’s as if God himself has driven a wedge through your skull and is cracking it open. Your nerve endings are going out like fuzes; scattered all over your scalp you don’t have enough fingers to press them all, so you’re confined to breathing with as little movement as possible while pushing your thumb into your eye socket.

“Should I turn on the light?”

“No, that’s okay, I see her.”

Who is she talking to? Who is that? No one here has a voice that deep. After the shuffling of feet you see someone sitting down next to the bed through your fluttering eyelids, but you don’t care enough to open them.

“I’m a neighbour of your aunt’s. I’m a doctor.”

Clear of any loudness or high pitch his voice is strangely soothing, and his words reassuring. You sigh in reply.

“Migraine?”, he asks, carefully putting a hand on your forehead. 

“Mm.”

You hear the unmistakable sound of a medication bottle being opened before you feel him searching for your hand.

“Here, take this. And the water. If it doesn’t get better, take one, I’m putting it on the desk here. Okay?”

“Mm…” 

¤

  Waking up without a headache you don’t just wake up to a new day - you wake up to a new world. Energized and happy, you’ve already taken a shower and sit by the window, smiling at the blackbirds foraging for food on the frosty lawn. A timid knock on the door shifts your focus.

“Are you decent?”, you aunt asks.

Decent? Odd choice of words for a wake up call.

“Yeah. Come in.”

“Dr. Kyungsoo came by to check up on you”, she says, opening the door fully so you can see him.

Holy shit. That’s the guy that was in my room last night!? I’m in my broke ass sweatpants… Shit.

“Oh… Hi. You didn’t have to…”, you smile, shaking his hand. “I’m as good as new. Thank you, for last night.”

“You were in a pretty bad state yesterday, so I figured I’d come by. Nothing fancy, just the eyes”, he chuckles, closing the door. 

Eyes. My hands are already shaking, if he comes any closer I’ll… 

But when he gestures for you to sit down on the bed you do it.

“It’s okay to blink, it can be a bit stark”, he says, moving his pen light from one side to the other.

Even with looking anywhere but his eyes and lips you’re overwhelmed by him; just sitting there he exudes an enormous amount of first class male energy. How is he a doctor?

“You’re right. Good as new”, he says, smiling a little.

“It felt like one of those asmr videos, where they do eye exams. I even got a faint tingle from the light.”

His laughter is deep and powerful but somehow not loud, like his voice was yesterday.

“I get tingles from…” He places his thumbs on either side of your jaw and presses lightly “There’s no tension here..?”

“No…”

“...from other things.”

If this isn’t tension then why does it feel like the whole house is gonna short-circuit any moment?

“Anything else? While I’m here.”

“No, I’m goo- a stomach ache!”, you blurt out. “I have a stomach ache, right here.”

Kyungsoo huffs, but signs for you to lay down.

“Hold on.” You rummage around your bag and hand him a tenner. “Doctor/patient confidentiality.”

“This wouldn’t buy you a seat in my waiting room. Besides, your pupils are dilated, your cheeks flushed...  Do you really want me to be your physician..?”

 You shake your head. Kyungsoo bends down until his face is only inches away and puts his fingers just under the elastic band of your panties.

“Then what do you want me to be?”

“Just a neighbour.”

His hand travels down slowly, gracing your clit as he makes his way down to your entrance. He smiles crookedly - probably at feeling how wet you are - before he lets his middle finger slip in. Continuing like that, pushing it in, dragging it up over your clit, adding a finger, he doesn’t take his eyes off you - he’s close to unbearably present. 

  You’ve barely closed your eyes when you feel his hand coming up too high, away, and look up in ill contained bewilderment. He takes his glasses off and puts them on the nightstand next to you and gets on the bed to ease you out of your pants and underwear, not saying a word. The cool of him spreading your legs gets pushed aside when he envelops you with soft kisses, letting his tongue drag across you clit. Kyungsoo takes his time doing everything. Swirling his tongue round the sides of your clit and kissing it. Moving his mouth to your entrance, letting his tongue dip in. Doing the same over your ass. Moving up again where he stays while he inserts three fingers in you, building up that deep pleasure of being filled; the still winter morning emphasising the sound of his mouth on you, his fingers in you. The way his full upper lip pouts over your clit when he’s kissing it... 

  Whether it's because he's a doctor or not, he reads you perfectly and intensifies his movements when you come into the zone; the deep rolling from inside mixed with the electricity his mouth causes tightens your stomach little by little, followed by your legs and ass up to your throat where you smother your moan, only letting out an airy whimper.

Coming down and coming back to the real world you remember the door isn’t locked. Kyungsoo catches you glancing at it and hands you your pants  and puts his glasses back on.

“Well, if there’s nothing else now...”, he smiles.

Leaving he stops for a few words with your aunt. You can’t make much out except “...a little warm, but she’ll be alright.”

[sakuric]

<3 love <3

wc!1070

pairing!reader x sakusa kiyoomi

warnings!very bad written fluff.

[19:35]

february 14th, the day of the lovers and the singles. sakusa said he hadn't had any plans so he invited you over for some dinner, since you had complained that there's barely any romance and love in your life.

currently strutting down the stuffed streets of japan, your breath creating warm fumes in the cold winter air, you passed by a cute shop on the way, not sure whether to get sakusa anything or not. you decided to step inside, of course sanitizing your hands with your own sanitizer before entering the small boutique. if you didn't sanitize your hands or wear a mask, you’d feel the wrath of the lurking sakusa ghost, and you didn't want neither him or real sakusa upset.

the shop was filled with many small, detailed what-not’s. what really caught your eye was a whole shelf dedicated to cleaning products. you stepped closer, looking into what was on the shelves. immediately after seeing the perfect present for sakusa, you grabbed it and went to pay.

“valentines day, eh?” the short, smiley, old lady spoke behind the counter. you smiled a bit, bowing to greet her. “i used to love valentines day… until my husband passed away. last year on this day.” she continued. you didn't know why she was telling you this, but the story intrigued you, so you listened. “i didn't usually tell him i loved him, so i was planning a surprise for valentines day, only to find him on the bed, in a deep slumber.” she packed the present in a pretty bag.

“do you have a partner?” she asked, looking up at you with glossy eyes.

you shook your head, “no ma’am… not yet.”

“are you interested in someone?” the lady looked at you with a curious look.

“yes.. he’s my best friend and this present is for him actually.”

“does he know?”

you shook your head, looking down.

“tell him, before it’s too late.”

those words were like the final push, as you had contemplated whether to tell him or wait. you knew he had a career in a sport he really liked, and it’d take up most of his time. but that wasn't a problem for you. you loved him, and you love him even more in this moment.

without notice you had already payed and exited the small boutique. your legs took you to his place faster than your mind could register.

knocking on the door you finally had the time to rest a bit. “why are you panting?” sakusa asked after he opened the door and seeing you. you looked up at him with a smile. “i ran here.”

“why? you had an hour til our dinner date at the-” he cleared his throat. “an hour until our dinner plans.”

you ignored how he said date and just stepped inside, only after sanitizing your hands and taking off your shoes in the corridor.

sakusa ordered for you to sit on the couch while he gets dressed appropriately, as he was wearing sweatpants and a black shirt. you really didn't mind it though, the shirt perfectly outlined his biceps and barely visible abs, so it was a real nice view to see.

“sorry i took so long, i couldn't find-” sakusa cleared his throat. “i couldn’t find my pants.”

you giggled a little, looking up at his messy curls and the clothes he changed to. you stared at him for a little too long, as he cleared his throat, a crimson blush decorating his cheeks.

“so uh… are we still going to dinner?” he asked, since his eyes couldn't help but notice the bright red gift bag you had held in your arms. “yes, of course.” you answered. “i mean- unless you don't want to then that’s fine too, we can watch a movie or something.”

sakusa checked his watch, seeing it was only eight pm. “well we have about half an hour… maybe we should get going?”

“wait-” you stopped sakusa who was getting up from the sofa. “i have a gift for you.”

“why?” a confused look was planted on kiyoomi’s face. “it’s valentines day, omi.” you stated, giving him the bag.

he had a visible doubt on his mind, but he quickly pushed it into a dark corner and opened the bag. sakusa’s face formed a small smile as he took out the contents; a plum scented hand sanitizer and a cute rubber case in the form of a jackal. he looked at you and saw the bright look on your face.

“y/n, this wasn't necessary,” sakusa started. “but thank you.” he smiled, pulling you into a hug.

you didn't expect it, but slowly wrapped your arms around his waist. you two stayed like that for a while. inhaling his scent you tried to gather the courage to finally confess. it’s now or never… you thought.

“sakusa i have something to tell you,” you started.

“is it bad? if it’s bad news, i don't want to hear it,” sakusa stated, still having his arms wrapped around your body.

“it’s not bad news-”

“do you not want to be friends anymore?”

“technically yes-”

“what does that mean?” he asked, sudden worry in his voice. you never thought you’d hear him worry about anything other than germs.

“i love you, sakusa.” and there it began, the suddenly fast heartbeat in sakusa’s chest, the sudden grasp of hands on your face. his eyes looked into yours before pulling you in by the chin to plant a deep kiss on your lips. the action was least expected, but nonetheless, you kissed him back, pulling him closer and deepening the kiss.

“i don't want to be friends anymore either, y/n…” sakusa started. ��i was going to ask you out, properly, with this promise ring-”

“oh my god, you're already proposing?” you gasped dramatically, covering your mouth.

“i can take this back to the jewellery store, y/n, don't be stupid.” he spoke, letting out a soft chuckle as he called you stupid. he took out the small little box out of his pocket and opened it, revealing a beautiful ring. he showed you his left hand, and how he already had that ring, so you two would be matching.

february fourteenth, the day you used to spend all alone. but this year, sakusa blessed you with the long awaited love, and you couldn't be happier.

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[daesungfmd]

𝒊 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒃𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔 𝒊𝒕 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒎𝒔, 𝒊 𝒃𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝒕𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊 𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒄𝒉 𝒎𝒚 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒔.

solo 4  /  wc: 1070

january 2021. his knees ache on cold days.

the morning frost used to be a sign that he should stay inside, but he’s long-since learned that the cold always finds a way to creep in, even when he’s hidden under covers. so, he might as well get out  ―  maybe he can’t run from his frostbitten bones, but he can run from his loneliness. he seeks solace in muffled 80′s-rock played over speakers that should’ve been replaced a decade ago, small talk with the same cashier who’s here every time he comes, the smell of cheap incense burning in the backroom.

(”what’s that smell?” he’d asked once, back in 2007, maybe. too young to know any better, the cashier―the same man behind the counter now―had laughed, told him it’s supposed to be sandalwood but it smells a lot more like burning hair, doesn’t it? now, daesung wonders why he still hasn’t switched to another brand. the comfort of familiarity, probably; same reason why he still comes here instead of shopping in gangnam. maybe they’re more alike than they seem.)

“have you ever...” he starts, fully prepared to inquire about the incense. but when he looks over at the cashier and their eyes meet, he freezes. he’s aged, daesung realizes. of course he has. so has he, anyway  ―  he might still be a clumsy kid mentally, but he knows he looks different. wrinkles and gray hair shouldn’t catch him off-guard, but they do. suddenly, he feels embarrassed about remembering a conversation from so, so long ago. an uncomfortable silence cuts his sentence in half, but he finally forces out a rushed second half. “... tried rosemary for inflammation? my knees have been aching like hell this winter.”

it draws a laugh. daesung hadn’t been trying to make him laugh, but he smiles anyway; cheeky as he’s ever been. up to no good. (except, not really.)

“what? are you asking me that ‘cause i’m old?” the man asks, full of humor. that’s what daesung likes about him  ―  how easy-going he is. every once in a while, daesung’s struck by the similarities the man has with his late father. maybe that’s really why he keeps coming on back to this place, no matter how much time goes by. “you’re a little young to be having issues with your bones already, aren’t you?”

(should his knees hurt like this at twenty-four?) (yeah, he thinks. that’s what you get for becoming a dancer.) (dancer? can he be considered a dancer?) (idol.)

“... well, it can’t be helped. i don’t know about rosemary, but try cooking with turmeric. it helps with inflammation.” daesung nods and says he’ll try it, but he doubts he will. he’ll probably forget by the time he gets home and, if he doesn’t, he just won’t want to. it’s too much hassle to go out of his way to cook with spices when he hardly cooks at all.

the short-lived conversation ends naturally and daesung creeps closer to the backroom, nose crinkling as the smell grows stronger. once he steps through the wide doorway, he immediately sees the smoke rising from what appears to be a fresh stick, going nowhere in particular. that’s the issue  ―  there are no windows open.

not that daesung can rightfully complain. the sunlight transforms into glass-amplified warmth when it comes through the windows and gives the impression that the temperature’s finally rising outside, but the dirty-white snow in the parking lot breaks the illusion. to open even a single window in this place would be asking for a cold.

the smell loses its punch after the first few minutes, as it always does, and comfort envelops daesung as he browses through crates of half-priced records and stares at the same dust-covered acoustic guitars that always hang on the walls when he visits, haunted by perpetual disinterest.

suddenly, he tunes in to the song playing dully over the speakers, more muted than it is in the main room  ―  stevie nicks, the edge of seventeen.

well, i went searchin’ for an answer up the stairs and down the hall and not to find an answer, just to hear the call of a nightbird singing, come away, come away, come away.

he sees himself as a bird, further materialized by the way his friends always praise his free-spirited personality and the way his managers always scold his spontaneity. but when it comes down to it, he shares more similarities with a parakeet than the needletail he thinks he is  ―  put on display, bound to a cage of suffocating rules and expectations. the mountains he thinks he soars above are nothing but anthills.

(is a bird with clipped wings still free?) (how high is he now? how high can he get?) (would he touch the clouds if he’d taken a different path?)

he sighs, realizes he’s still looking at the same three-quarters acoustic. it’s the last thing he needs, anyway  ―  he already has more guitars than he knows what to do with, filling his home-studio and lining the walls of his apartment in what appears to be a decorative decision, but it’s really just a desperate attempt to keep them out of the way. friends tell him he ought to sell―or, better yet, donate―some of them, and he always agrees. but that’s another thing that he has no intention of doing, for whatever reason.

by now, he’s learned that hoarding guitars isn’t going to make him any more free. it’s not going to change the fact that a gold star entertainment practice room is where he belongs, dancing on sore limbs, chasing a level of perfection that shouldn’t be expected, can’t be attained. still, he reaches out, running his index finger along the bridge. flicks the dust that he’s collected onto the floor, then takes the instrument from the rack and brings it to the front counter. even throws in a few 12-count pick packs and bronze guitar strings for good measure, even though he already has more of those than he knows what to do with, too.

the cashier gives him a half-curious, half-incredulous look and daesung knows what he’s thinking without having to hear it. “... this is a gift,” he lies, somehow embarrassed and shameless at the same time. the man nods, but he sees right through daesung. he always has.

on his way out, he hears the cashier’s voice calling out a reminder to try turmeric for his knees.