#and i do not know how this is gonna go so i appreciate it!!

[i-am-a-fish]

hello chat, I'm trying to figure out what I'm gonna do with my life

I really do love posting on tumblr (top ten favorite activities for real) but I need to get a job of some kind

I want to do something creative, and I want to help people. I really like making things too. some of my main ideas are to make content on some website where I can earn money (youtube or twitch or something, but please let me know any suggestions you have, it would genuinely help me so much)

my other idea though is to make merch, but not lame merch, I want to make some genuinely good things to wear. like, I want to design a pair of booty shorts that say "I think everything's going to be okay" on the back

I also am making a TTRPG system, and I've designed a few card games and board games, I have no idea how to publish something like that but that's something I would be interested in :)

any advice you have is appreciated so much, thank you so much for reading <3

[hwaslayer]

vivrant thing (jwy) | three.

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—SUMMARY: after getting into a little accident, wooyoung decides to do his sister a favor by pretending to be your date at the company summer party. as soon as the night ends, wooyoung would go back to his usual routine of hanging out with his boys, keeping his distance from committed relationships and being a typical brother to jiwoo. except, the favor comes with more than what wooyoung expects and he finds you occupying his mind more than usual. 

—PAIRING: jung wooyoung x f. reader

—GENRE: (18+ - minors dni) bestfriend’s brother au | fluff, angst, smut

—WORD COUNT: 6.6k

—CHAPTER CONTENT / WARNINGS: cussing, implied sexual content/mature language, dinner w/ yeosang!, feelings are laid out oof, alcohol consumption & slight intoxication, a bit more of jiwoo vs. wooyoung, use of pet names (princess, love, baby girl, baby), lots and lots of kissing, making out, mentions of marking, some dry humping, unprotected sex, slow sweet sex??, wooyoung pulls out 🫢

So, you agree to the dinner with Yeosang but you don't expect how terrible it ends up playing out.

At first, it starts off well.

It felt like dinner wouldn't be so bad, and you enjoyed seeing Yeosang being his usual self from the car ride up to the restaurant. When he pulls into a spot in the parking lot and helps you out of the car, there is a bit of a difference in Yeosang's attitude. He slides his hand into yours as he leads the way into the restaurant and as much as you adore your bestfriend, it feels incredibly unnatural. 

It surely doesn't feel like Wooyoung's, but you shouldn't be thinking about that right now.

He continues to loosely hold your hand until the host brings you to a table near the back end of the restaurant. You didn't think tonight's dinner would be so fancy, but you were in your business casual attire straight out of work; it ended up working out well in the end. You scoot into the booth, with Yeosang on the other side. He immediately orders a bottle of white wine, which isn't really to your liking as you've learned, but you'll make do with what you have— especially to get through this dinner.

You order appetizers along with your main courses, indulging in good conversation with Yeosang as he tells you work updates and how he's being dragged to this really important meeting over the weekend with the board of directors by his team lead. 

It's all good. It's all fun and casual, until it isn't.

Meanwhile, Jiwoo stops by her brother's apartment to drop off some sushi from his favorite Japanese restaurant. It's her way of saying 'thank you' without actually having to say it out loud.

"What now?" Wooyoung swings his door open to see his sister standing there with a bag of food.

"Hi to you, too." She drops it on his kitchen counter. "Bought you food from Sushi Kashiwa." 

"Aw, just say it." He pretends to pout while she gives him a disgusted look and unties the bag.

"No. Besides, I bought myself some food and am gonna enjoy it right here." She lays out the containers and grabs her own. "My friends decided to leave me out of a very important dinner tonight."

"What are you talking about?" He pops open the lid to his sushi container and wastes no time digging in.

"Y/N went to dinner with Yeosang. I guess to talk about stuff going on between them, I don't know." Wooyoung pauses mid-chew, the statement hitting him right in his gut. He's not sure why he's sad— maybe he's right after all. Maybe this just ended up being a temporary one night thing that would eventually wash away.

Sucks it doesn't necessarily feel that way for Wooyoung.

He can't assume, though. Hopefully, you're talking to Yeosang and giving him the honest 'i think we should just stay friends' talk instead of the 'let's just see where this goes' talk. He'd appreciate the universe if it could give him this one thing; he'll stop running his parents' last nerve and will never look at a booty ever again.

Maybe.

"Oh." Is all Wooyoung says before stuffing another piece into his mouth. "Why would you even be there, Jiwoo? That doesn't concern you."

"Anything with my friends concerns me."

"Let them talk it out without your loud, nosey ass interrupting." She rolls her eyes, scrolling through her phone as she also continues to eat.

"I haven't gotten any new texts from her. I wonder if it's going well. Maybe they're gonna explore this after all."

"Who says?" Wooyoung responds a little too quickly, a little too sharply, for his liking. His sister doesn't seem to catch on, though. That's great.

"I dunno, beats me. I'm just taking all angles into consideration."

"Stop projecting. She seemed to be pretty set on her decision at the party."

"You never know." She says in a sing-song tone that irks Wooyoung a little more than usual this evening. "You're right, though. She is set on her decision. I just hope he takes it well." She sets her phone aside. "Anyway. How'd you like the party?"

"Gotta admit, it was fun."

"You really looked like Y/N's date. I had a few people ask me if you two were dating."

"Uh, I mean I was her date? And why would they ask when I already told them yes?" He jokes, just to push his sister's buttons.

"No way." Jiwoo continues to eat away at her food, texting Hongjoong in the midst of it. "Y/N is too good for you."

"No one is too good for anyone. Don't speak on shit you don't know."

"I know her!"

"And I know her, too!"

"I know her the best." Wooyoung rolls his eyes.

"Still doesn't mean you know everything about her."

"Ew, why are you getting so defensive tonight?" He shakes his head, feeling the irritation within him grow the more Jiwoo presses it. He knows he isn't the best man to walk this Earth, but he also knows he'd be good to you. Good for you. He's been thinking about it a lot and he hates that he is— none of this makes sense to him, but he knows he'd be good.

"Don't you have to go see Hongjoong?"

"Once he's off, yeah." Jiwoo sips on her water. "What're you doing tonight? Getting into more shit with Choi San?"

"No, he's actually visiting his parents."

"Hm." She hums. "No booty call coming over?"

"No. Even if there was, you would not be getting that information." She scoffs.

"Grow up, Wooyoung."

"Grow up, Wooyoung." He mocks her. "Says the one who made the wild claim based off of nothing."

"You're so annoying." She tosses her sushi container into his trash before washing her cup of water. Despite their usual bickering, Jiwoo stays for a bit longer until Hongjoong texts her and lets her know he's finally off of work after putting in some overtime. Jiwoo helps tidy up Wooyoung's space before she's waving goodbye [aka flipping him off] and slamming his door shut. Wooyoung plops back onto his couch with the remainder of his food resting on the coffee table, scrolling through his phone. He goes through your texts, wondering if he should say anything or keep silent. He smiles to himself when he sees the pictures you've passed along from the photographer. He sees you've posted the picture with him on your Instagram and it tugs at his heart because not only do you rarely use Instagram, but you took that opportunity to post your pictures from the party— including the one where you've got your hand resting on his chest while he has an arm around you. He was happy to see you happy and comfortable. Having fun. 

You glowed. 

He'll never forget it.

—OLD TEXTS

you: hi! they uploaded the pics from the party!

you: *sends a group of pics at once*

wooyoung: yo goddamn!? we look good!

wooyoung: you look so pretty. 😍

you: 😀 stop !!

wooyoung: i'm so serious, good LORD. 😮‍💨

you: i'm blocking you.....

wooyoung: woah now, hey i'm kiddddding....

wooyoung: not really! but don't block me! i just can't help it!

you: you're too much 😂

wooyoung: can i post these?

you: go for it!

wooyoung: thank you ☺️

He sighs as he reaches the end of the thread.

He won't say anything. He'll let this unfold as it should, but it doesn't mean he can't be sad about it. Cause he sure as hell is and he's a bit anxious. Hopefully, you'll tell Yeosang the truth. Hopefully, you won't force yourself into anything you don't want or feel uncomfortable with.

As for you, the dinner really takes its turn for the worse after you and Yeosang eat away at your main meals, a pregnant silence falling between you two after a good hour of just talking and yapping away about life. You already knew it was coming at this point, you were just hoping you'd buy a little more time [as if you could put it off even more]. 

"So." He says awkwardly to cut the silence.

"Mhm?"

"Did you really enjoy the party?"

"I did. Did you?"

"Yeah. I just—" He looks at you with his head cocked to the side. "I was just surprised seeing you with Wooyoung." You pause before poking at your pasta and taking a small bite. 

"Oh yeah, it was relatively last minute."

"Jiwoo's plan?"

"Why do you say that? Do you genuinely think Wooyoung wouldn't go with me?" You ask, a little offended at the way he sounds cause even though it was clearly planned and arranged, the insinuation from Yeosang doesn't hurt any less. 

"No, not like that— I'm sorry, it came out of nowhere and caught me off guard. That's all." You cock a brow up. 

"It just happened that way. Wooyoung wanted to go and I wanted to go in the end." Is all you respond with, chugging your second glass of wine before pouring yourself more. You really don't like the taste of this white wine either, but you'll take it cause it's better than sitting here without an ounce of alcohol to push you through. Give you more courage to finish the evening on a decent note, to be honest. "I had a really fun time, regardless."

"I saw." He pauses. "I wish you would've at least told me instead of showing up like that." 

"I'm sorry."

"I think it's time for me to be honest and stop watching from the sidelines because I.. really like you, Y/N." His shoulders droop just as he sets his fork and knife down neatly onto the plate. You take the last bite of your meal before sipping on more wine to wash it down.

"I should have told you, but I didn't want to hurt you. Even if I did tell you, it wouldn't have changed anything."

"It wouldn't? Why wouldn't it have changed anything? I thought we might've had a chance." He's confused. He looks like he was expecting a completely different outcome, and that might've been your fault for not telling him right away. But, the moment is here now and you know you can't push it off any longer.

"No. I just.. I just can't, Yeo. I'm sorry." You barely get yourself to respond out of fear. You knew Yeosang wasn't the type to react— if anything, he'd be the most understanding. Though, it doesn't change the fact that you were still scared. You felt bad. You didn't want to hurt him, and you wanted to avoid this confrontation as much as possible even though you knew you needed to face it sooner than later. "I truthfully think we're good with where we're at, and I don't think we should mess that up. I love the way we are as good friends, bestfriends, and that's how I've always seen us." You can see the disappointment growing on his face every second, but he's trying hard to keep it under wraps while he briefly waves the waitress down for the check.

"C-can I ask? You can be honest." You silently nod. "Is it Wooyoung?" You shake your head.

"It was never about Wooyoung. Just us. Well, me. You're amazing, and you deserve the best. You deserve someone who is sure about you and who will reciprocate those feelings to no end. I'm sorry that I can't be that person, but at the same time, I know I can be your friend just like I always have been. That's what I can give you, and I hope you understand." You tell him softly. "I'm sorry." You repeat, feeling the tears brimming your bottom lids. "I should've opened up earlier. I really hope this doesn't change things between us."

"It won't, but I hope you understand it'll take me some time to move past it. I'm sorry for assuming or for— yeah." He shakes his thoughts away.

"Take all the time you need." He gives you a tiny, toothless smile.

"Anyway." Yeosang signs off on the receipt before tucking his card back into his wallet and standing. "Let's get you home."

"Okay." You shimmy out of the booth to head out of the restaurant. This time, Yeosang doesn't hold your hand. In fact, he trails behind you, keeping at a safe distance. You can immediately see the change— how stiff and awkward he's become. You don't blame him for it; he's hurting and you know he needs his space more than anything. 

You can't wait to get home.

The ride is fucking awful. It's the most quiet you've seen Yeosang. The most closed-off and serious he's ever been towards you. His hand is clutching the wheel tightly, but the music is comforting enough to fill the void. You continue to look out of the passenger's window, keeping to yourself until Yeosang asks about your plans for the rest of the weekend. There isn't much going on for you, so that conversation dies quickly. Luckily for you, Yeosang is about to pull up to your street. He stops the car by your building, shifting the gear to park before helping you out of the car. You give him a small, sympathetic smile before pulling him into a hug— giving his back a gentle rub.

"Sleep well, alright? I'll see you next week."

"You too." With that, he walks off, waiting until you at least unlock and crack your door open. When you get a whiff of your candle that you lit up earlier in the morning, you realize you don't really wanna stay home right now; to sulk, to drown in your thoughts alone, to have to listen to the loudness in a quiet space. So, you shut the door again, head back down the steps and walk to the convenience store nearby. You grab a bottle of yogurt soju, along with your favorite chips and strawberry cheesecake ice cream bar— plopping yourself down onto one of the tables right outside the store. You're quick to crack open the bottle and drink away, also eating away at the chips since you didn't feel incredibly satisfied with the dinner earlier. It might've just been all the emotions and tension in the air, but anywho, the chips and the soju taste better than ever. Sooner or later, you find yourself tipsier, cheeks lit on fire, hands clammy; barely hitting the halfway point with the soju bottle. You lazily scroll through your phone as you begin to eat away at the ice cream bar, revisiting those party pictures.

You wonder what Wooyoung is doing, but you shouldn't be thinking about that right now.

"Ugh." You whine and pout to yourself, pulling up your texts to see if Jiwoo can come to your rescue. You opted for listing Jiwoo and Wooyoung as Jung 1 and Jung 2 to keep it easy and simple; except, it obviously doesn't work well in this case when you accidentally pull up the text with Jung 2 instead of Jung 1 while you wipe away at the tears that suddenly begin to stream down your cheeks.

you: oof .... that dinner was kinda awful i feel terrible

you: kinda?! not even kinda it WAS awfullll

you: i'm sitting outside of our fav convenience store by my olace

you: eating strawberry cheesecake ice cfream!!

you: jiwooooooo

you: jung 1!!!!

Wooyoung furrows his brows at the constant dinging of his phone, unsure of who the hell could be blowing up his phone right now. He even sits for a minute, wondering if there's anybody he's pissed off in the last few days [besides his sister].

"Hm." He hums when he comes up with nothing, nobody. He picks up the phone and scrolls through the previews, chuckling to himself when he sees your name pop up on the screen. Clearly by accident.

you: jiwoo jung 1 pls help come to my rescue it was not good! idk if yeo n i will be friens still ☹️☹️☹️

wooyoung: sorry to break it to you sweetheart, but this is jung 2. 😙

wooyoung: also i won't hold it against you that i've been slotted as number 2 when i should be number 1 esp after the party. 🫤 but it's cool or whatever......

You squint at the brightness of your phone, slowly eating away at your strawberry cheesecake ice cream bar. You almost drop the damn thing when you realize you've actually been blowing up the wrong phone, horrified it had to be Wooyoung, too.

He must think you're a gem, truly.

He does, though. In a very good, non-sarcastic way.

you: omggg i'm so sorry wooyoung jung 2 ☹️

you: i mean jung 1 technically

wooyoung: lol no worries, don't be sorry. you okay?

you: yes but no?

wooyoung: stay put.

You cock a brow up in confusion, wondering if Wooyoung was telling you to stay put because he was on his way or because he just needed you to get yourself together. You listen anyway, sitting on the little chair outside of the convenience store, silently eating away at your ice cream with your phone lit on your lap. You completely forget about texting Jiwoo amidst all of this, assuming she's busy anyway. The wind is slowly picking up, cooling the tip of your nose and surface of your cheeks— settling the heat from the soju.  You shiver and run a hand down your arm, hoping the wind slows in between its waves. You continue to mindlessly scroll through your phone, even picking up your game of Wordle for the day. Just as you get lost in thought, a car parks in a spot in between your building and the convenience store. You look up as you bite into the last of your ice cream bar, hearing the muffled bass from the music in the car. Wooyoung steps out in a grey hoodie and matching sweats, a black beanie on his head. He approaches you with a small smile with his hands dug deep into his pockets, crouching to your level as he continues to look at you.

"W-Wooyoung." You hiccup as you sit on the bench, setting your trash down next to you. Wooyoung gives you a small smile, thumb wiping away at your tears.

"Wanna tell me why you've been out here eating ice cream alone?" He eyes your snacks of choice. "And.. a half bottle of soju and chips? I thought you had dinner with Yeosang."

"I did, and it was terrible and sad." You sniff. "Well, not the food. I just couldn't enjoy it as much. I even tried to drink that bitter white wine he ordered just to get me through."

"And you're drinking soju now? Really must have been that bad."

"Bad bad." You pout and he laughs.

"I'm sorry." He gives your thigh a gentle squeeze before patting it. "Come on, let's get you home." He stands, holding out his hand. You gladly take it in yours, his thumb swiping over your knuckles in an attempt to try and warm it up. He grabs the soju and the chips in his other, leading the way to your building. He quietly heads up the steps, stepping aside and letting go of your hand to let you open your door. When you step back into the warmth of your studio, you instantly kick off your shoes and slip into your slippers—lighting up your candle to bring more heat into the room.

"I'm gonna set your chips and soju aside." Wooyoung says, tightly tying your chips close so it doesn't get stale before setting your bottle of soju aside in the fridge.

"Thank you." You set your bag down and let out a sigh.

"Glad I was able to get you home safely." He chuckles a bit, jingling his keys in his hand. You don't want Wooyoung to leave, especially after he made the effort to get dressed and come to your rescue.

"Wooyoung?" He cocks a brow up when you turn to face him. "Can you stay?" He takes a moment before he nods, unsure how he could turn you down with you looking up at him that way. 

So innocently. So delicately. Eyes yearning for company you can be comforted with, need to be comforted with.

"Yeah, of course. As long as you're okay with me poking around and making some food." You giggle and nod.

"Go for it." You grab your pajamas. "I'm gonna take a quick shower. Feel free to get comfortable and flip through the channels." You turn on the TV for him before shutting yourself within the bathroom walls to shower and get comfy for the evening. 

As you shower and get ready for bed that evening, you hear Wooyoung humming and singing a Blackstreet song to himself in your kitchen. After brushing your teeth, you finish up the last of your skincare routine before heading back outside.

"Finally." Wooyoung turns over his shoulder and quickly scans you from head to toe. "I was getting lonely."

"I didn't even take that long."

"It was long. You and Jiwoo take the longest showers known to man." He frowns a bit, making you giggle to yourself. You plop on your couch, now in your oversized crewneck and pajama pants. You're no longer tipsy, probably a little too sober for your liking especially knowing Wooyoung is in your studio. You do find his company comforting, though. You feel bad he had to come and rescue you, but you'd rather be here than anywhere else after that dinner with Yeosang. You tuck your legs to your chest, flipping through the tv channels only to land on Kiki's Delivery Service. It's already 20 minutes in, but it doesn't bother you knowing the movie so well. Wooyoung is still going through your stash of food, pulling out a bowl of jajangmyeon. While he waits for the hot water to properly cook the noodles, he dices up some pickled radish and some cucumbers, and quickly boils two eggs to perfection. When the noodles are done, he sets everything into the bowl neatly before grabbing a cold water bottle and plopping onto the couch next to you.

"What'd you do today?" You look at him just as he starts digging into the bowl.

"Work. Then Jiwoo came earlier in the night with some food from my favorite Japanese spot."

"Sushi Kashiwa?"

"Aw, you know?" Wooyoung smirks.

"Because Jiwoo has mentioned it one too many times." You chuckle. "That's cute, though."

"She only did it cause she was waiting for Hongjoong to get out of work. And to kiss my ass about the party."

"And because she loves you." He fake shivers.

"Ew. Please don't say that again." He looks at you and you snort. "Want a bite? I made it for us to share in case you were still hungry." He edges his chopsticks your way, watching as you shake your head in response.

"I'm good. Thank you though, Woo."

"Suit yourself, princess. I whipped up a good one." You laugh, settling into the couch as you continue to watch the movie. Wooyoung catches you slipping your sleeves over your palms in his peripherals and although he's pretty warm and cozy in your studio, you must still feel cold. He hurriedly slurps up the remaining of the noodles before gulping the entirety of his water bottle down. He lets out a noise that makes you laugh, kicking his head back in satisfaction. "Damn, that was good."

"Glad you enjoyed." You poke his arm and he smiles. "Is this movie okay with you?"

"Yeah, of course. Can never go wrong with Studio Ghibli movies. Unless, you're down to watch something scary?"

"Never." 

"Why not? I'm here."

"But, whatever scary movie we'll watch, it'll live in my head for the next few days and you won't be here."

"I could be, you just have to call me and I'll come. Like tonight."

"Wooyoung." You pout. "Today's was an accident."

"So, you didn't want me to come? That's funny, cause I didn't see another text from you after I told you to stay put, baby girl." He smirks and you shake your head shyly.

"I'm sorry." You continue to fiddle with your sleeves.

"Don't be. I'm just teasing, I wanted to come."

"Thank you. I needed it." You finally manage to let out as you look at him and scooch a little closer. He gives you a tiny smile before shifting his attention back to the TV, the both of you engaging in small talk about the characters here and there.

At some point, Wooyoung subtly inches in and closes off any gaps, quietly slipping his arm behind you. You silently chuckle to yourself when you see him playing it off, acting as if he hadn't done anything to get closer to you. But, the whole thing feels.. nice. It feels safe. It feels warm. Wooyoung really isn't expecting anything out of this— he is testing the waters to see how comfortable you'd be with him, but that's truly it. That's the intention. Just to make you feel comfortable and better after tonight's dinner. He definitely wasn't expecting you to lean your head against him, snuggling up to him as closely as possible. 

"You okay? Comfortable?" He asks softly. You look up at him and nod, settling back into your position on him.

"Mhm. You're warm." He laughs a bit when he hears that, keeping you close. As the movie continues with the both of you watching silently, you find yourself shifting in your position; arm fully coming around Wooyoung's torso. He doesn't mind one bit. As a matter of fact, he loves that you've gotten comfortable enough to do so.

He drops his arm down from the edge of the couch, holding you from behind as the movie continues to play. He gently rubs at your side before his hand falls to your hips. You feel Wooyoung's hand gently squeeze at it before sneaking right underneath your sweater. You freeze, but more so because you're surprised by his touch— not because you don't want him to be right where he is.

"Are you feeling better?"

"I don't know. I just feel bad." You say, eyes still on the TV ahead while you slowly began to relax in his hold.

"You were honest with him, right?" Wooyoung asks as a simple way to poke for more information and get you to open up about dinner. "Wanna tell me how the dinner went?" He traces faint, soft circles on your bare side.

"I was, and I guess that's why I feel bad. It started off fine. We went to the restaurant and we were talking as we always do. Random topics, jokes, going on about life updates. It went downhill when we got our food. It was quiet for a little bit and I knew he was thinking about what to say or how to say it." You pause. "He asked if I enjoyed the party. I said yes, then he asked if it was Jiwoo's plan." Wooyoung cocks a brow.

"What'd you say?"

"I got kinda defensive." You sigh, leaving out the whole moment of you asking Yeo if he thought Wooyoung wouldn't genuinely go to a party with you. "But anyway, I said you wanted to go.. and so did I. And I had a fun time with you."

"Atta girl." He laughs a bit. "And then?"

"He apologized and said he just wished I told him instead of surprisingly showing up. Then.. he laid it out. Said he had feelings for me and couldn't watch on the sidelines anymore. He felt like there could've been a chance, which was probably my fault for keeping that door open for too long." You sit up and face him, Wooyoung's arm still lazily holding you from behind. "I told him that even if I told him about the party beforehand, it wouldn't have changed anything because I couldn't. I liked us the way we were and that we were good as bestfriends. He deserved someone who was sure of him and who could reciprocate his feelings wholeheartedly."

"Then, you didn't do anything wrong, Y/N." You shrug before subconsciously grabbing a piece of lint on Wooyoung's hoodie and flicking it off. 

"He asked something else."

"Which was?"

"He asked if this was about you, a-and I said no." You avoid eye contact and lick your lips out of nervousness. 

"I see." Wooyoung smiles a bit before shifting up in his seat to get closer to you. He leans his cheek onto the palm of his hand, his arm that was behind you is now on the back of the couch— elbow resting on the edge. "Why can't you look at me?" He smirks teasingly.

"I am." You look at him for a minute before shifting your eyes elsewhere in the living room. 

"Was it really not about me, hm?" He hums, brushing the hair away from your face and tucking it behind your ear. "You can tell me, love." He tries to pull you closer by the hand, and you let him.

"Can I?" His eyes quickly shift to the way you play around with his fingers.

"Course."

"Maybe it was."

"Just maybe?" He looks at your lips. "You think that's why you feel bad?" Brief pause. "That you might actually have feelings for me and you couldn't tell him that part?"

"Maybe." You repeat, his lips only inches away from yours. "Isn't that kinda silly?"

"No? I still don't think you did anything wrong, Y/N."

"Really, Woo?" There you go asking him so sweetly again. It's at this point when Wooyoung feels like he can no longer contain himself because you're giving him the answer he had been looking for; straight on a silver platter. 

"Mhm. As far as I know, you were honest when it came to him. What's between us is our business and not his." He says, his tone just barely above a whisper. You don't really know what comes over you, maybe you did have a little bit of liquid courage still running through your veins especially cause what happens next catches you slightly off-guard. You're so sure about your feelings for him, but unsure about Wooyoung's and how he even feels. This could all be a game that he plays, something he does with other women even if he says it isn't.

Guess it doesn't matter much right now. Can't, anyways.

Within the next second, you find yourself initiating the first kiss with Wooyoung; a kiss that feels long overdue. You lean forward and press your lips against his own soft, plump lips, quickly pulling back to get ready and apologize—

But, he doesn't let you. 

He chases after you.

He cups your cheeks and brings you back, thumb gently caressing the surface of your cheek. You haven't kissed someone like this in awhile, but with Wooyoung, it feels.. right. 

Everything about Wooyoung feels right and natural.

He tries to take it slow with you, even when you crawl onto his lap and wrap your arms around him. The kiss becomes more heated, lips bruising from the rising intensity, hunger. Wooyoung slowly slips his tongue in, and hearing a small whimper from you in response only has him gripping your hips harder.

He quickly learns he likes kissing you.

"Been waiting to do this." He says against your lips.

"Have you?" You ask, your tone filled with lust as you continue to peck him with small, repeated kisses.

"Just didn't wanna scare you away."

"You wouldn't have."

"Have to be extra careful with you, baby. You aren't just anybody." The pet name rolls off his tongue so easily that it makes your head tilt back as the desire builds. He continues to hold you close as you slowly roll your hips against him, Wooyoung now kissing your jaw before gently sucking and licking on the surface of your neck;

The column, your throat.

You feel him come to the base and suck a little harder, and you're hoping it doesn't leave much of a mark. If it does, it doesn't fucking matter to you right now— nothing does. Because all you want is for Wooyoung to devour you. To give you everything, to ruin you so good.

"Is this okay? I don't wanna do anything you're not comfortable with—"

"Keep going, Wooyoung. Please." You cut him off. It takes a second for Wooyoung to register your pleading, that 'please' being the one thing that flips his switch. It's not only a want, but a heavy craving. He's got some sort of eagerness to show you just what you've been missing.

"Hold onto me." He says, lifting you with ease as he carries you over to your bed and plops you onto the mattress. He slowly crawls over you, his warm, large hands now cascading up your sweatshirt. Your breathing hitches when he reaches just above your rib cage, and Wooyoung stops when he feels your body tense in his grip. "You sure you're okay?" He presses a kiss to your forehead, down to your nose, your lips. He looks you in the eye with slight concern, afraid of scaring you. The last thing he wants you to think is that he's purely using you for other reasons— when it's definitely more than that.

Wooyoung wants to show you, in case he's bad at voicing his feelings. Cause he can be, clearly. But, he could at least show you and take care of you properly.

"I am."

"You trust me, yeah?" You swallow the lump in your throat as you nod, continuing to keep contact with Wooyoung. "I'll take care of you as long as you let me."

"I want you to." This time, Wooyoung dips forward to lock you into another deep, fervent kiss. His hands are finally roaming further up; Wooyoung letting out a low groan when he finds out you're braless. His thumb swipes over your hardened nipple, tongues fighting for dominance while your hands are tangled in the ends of his hair. You toss his beanie off just as he starts to tug your crewneck over your head and you follow suit with his hoodie. He nibbles on your jaw just before sucking harshly on the skin of your neck. His hand travels down and slips into your pajama pants, fingers delicately rubbing at your clothed pussy that sends a million jolts down your spine. You twitch in response, and Wooyoung can't help but chuckle against your neck.

"So reactive." He teases.

"It's been awhile, Woo."

"And? That's fine, baby. Told you I'd take good care of you." He raises himself slightly to watch your reaction in real-time. "Does that feel good?" He asks, close to a whisper. 

"Yes." You bite your bottom lip and shut your eyes, sighing in satisfaction.

"God. Can feel how wet you are already." Wooyoung feels himself getting painfully hard against your thigh, imagining how tight you are. He doesn't wanna waste another moment, and he thinks he'll lose it if he isn't inside of you within the next few seconds. "Let's take this off, hm?" He hums, hands already tugging your panties and pajama pants down. "Do you have a condom?"

"Don't need it. I'm on the pill." 

"You're sure? I'm clean, but I'll do whatever you're okay with. Just say the word." He asks again to be extra sure.

"I am, I'm sure." You nod eagerly. The pill was mainly to help regulate your heavy, irregular periods, but you'd say you do appreciate it a little more now for this particular reason.

"You're so hot, jesus fucking christ." Wooyoung doesn't say anything else before he's keenly kissing you again, hastily getting out of his sweats. 

Sooner or later, the rest of Wooyoung's clothes are joining yours on the floor; Wooyoung not wasting any seconds reattaching his lips to yours after slipping them off. 

Wooyoung pauses when he sees you fixed on his length— eyes hazy and full of desire. It's giving Wooyoung the biggest fucking ego boost, but that's not important. He strokes himself a few times before lining up with your entrance. He slowly eases himself in, the both of you letting out lewd moans as you both adjust to the feeling. You're tightly wrapped around him and Wooyoung has to keep his composure as he buries himself deep to the hilt. Wooyoung keeps his pace slow and steady; forehead pressed against yours as he thrusts into you. It's nothing rushed, everything about it is slow— so tender, so careful. 

So safe.

"Wooyoung." You moan his name and his brain short-circuits every time you say it the way you do. On top of that, your little whimpers are doing a number on him, but he's trying to keep it together for awhile longer. 

"Doing so well for me, love." He gently bites your chin just as he slightly picks up his pace. He hovers a bit, lips coming back up to meet you in a sweet kiss. He holds it for a minute longer, tongue swiping over your lips as he rolls his hips into you. 

It's intimate. 

It's deep. 

It's raw. 

It's nothing he'd do to his booty calls, no. Everything about those moments are forced and rushed, the end goal having to nut as quickly as possible and get them the hell out of his space.

With you, he's loving every second. He wants to relish in the way your walls feel around him, wants to relish in the way your fingers thread through his hair, wants to relish in the way you kiss him so slowly, so passionately. Like every kiss holds the answers to the universe and you're afraid you'll miss a single detail.

He rests his nose, lips, against your cheek just as he releases a shaky breath, still taking his time as he works his way with you. He comes down to your neck and leaves feathery pecks against the surface while his body is pressed flushed against yours. He turns his head and you've fully wrapped your arms around him. The pace is perfect, with Wooyoung working his hips in circular motions just to hit you in all the right places. He praises you as you continue to moan for him, pretty little mewls slipping from your lips while he tells you how captivating, how angelic, you are for him.

How perfect you are for him.

You find your hips have a mind of their own, working to match Wooyoung's movements. You feel the pleasure building quick at your core, and you know it won't take long from there.

"Wooyoung— just like that, please—oh my god." You sob. While he continues to expertly thrust into you and keep you close, the friction against him causes the coil within you to snap harshly, nails digging deep into Wooyoung's shoulders while he thrusts harder, a bit rougher, to meet his high. 

"F-fuck, baby. I'm about to—" He moans a little louder when he feels you clench a few times around him from the aftershock, quickly pulling out and releasing onto your pussy and abdomen. "Shit—fuck." He pants, finally coming back down from euphoria to see how mesmerizing you look splayed out beneath him; white ribbons of cum painted on your skin. He's completely enamored by you. "Mm'sorry babygirl, let's get you cleaned up." You giggle and shake your head.

"Please, it's fine. Stop looking, you're making me shy again."

"Don't be. You look beautiful." He laughs, slipping on his boxers. "Let me clean you up." He runs to your bathroom to grab some wipes, doing a light jog to clean you up well. You grab your panties and your crewneck after he's done— throwing them on and snuggling under your covers. You fully expect Wooyoung to get dressed and leave [which would suck], but he doesn't. You quietly watch as he shuts off your TV and the lights, going to the bathroom for a quick wash up. Afterwards, he immediately slips underneath your covers right next to you, pulling you onto his chest.

"You're staying?"

"Why wouldn't I?" He chuckles. "C'mere." He pulls you closer. "Sleepy?"

"Incredibly." He smiles.

"I put in some work, huh?"

"Wooyoung." You pout, lightly smacking his chest.

"I'm just joking." He subtly bites his lip. "Can I have one more kiss before we sleep?" You lean up and peck him on the lips a few times, with Wooyoung holding the last kiss before pulling away. "Goodnight, pretty girl."

"Goodnight." You mumble, falling asleep within seconds as you cuddle snuggly against him. Because with Wooyoung, it feels.. right.

Everything about Wooyoung feels right and natural.

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[b4ddprincess]

the side that's not talked bout much: anxious about their dream life being in the physical world

as many of y'all know, i speak from experience. and many of y'all (including myself a few days ago) probably have wondered, "how are there i am state bloggers who preach about pure consciousness being so 'easy' to induce when they haven't even manifested their dream lives?"

my personal reasons were becuz: 1. i was procrastinatin HEAVY TIME and 2. cuz i was anxious about actually having my dream life in the physical world.

this isn't just to pity this end of the spectrum, but to tell anyone who can relate is that i get it. i know how you feel. you read a lot of success stories and you wonder when will you ever send yours. ik it may seem overwhelming to get that dream life within this very hour, but if you ain't gonna do it now, i'm sure you'd wish you did when things get harder.

you don't deserve to feel insecure about yourself. you don't deserve to live in this house that can be blown down by the wisp of someone's breath. you don't deserve to continue hearing, "we don't have the money," or, "where we're getting the money from?" you don't deserve to have more bed rotting vacations knowing that the sky is the limit for opportunities. you don't deserve to feel sad about your parent/s not being able to buy lil luxuries cuz they got bills, groceries, and gas to worry about. you don't have to be sad about not going to the Maldives, Bora Bora, Jamaica or South Korea for your upcoming birthday. you don't deserve to have another boring Christmas. you don't deserve to look at others for their things and be sad that you don't physically have them, when you can within this very hour. you don't deserve to continue daydreaming about your dream life and becoming disappointed when something unfavourable pops up in this physical world. you don't deserve any of this ❤

but, pleaseee, i am telling you. GET THAT DREAM LIFE!!! YOU'VE PROCRASTINATED LONG ENOUGH!YOU KNOW WHAT TO DO, AND DO IT NOWW!! NO MORE LATERS!!

forget the "what if i fail? 😭😣"......okk?? and you're going to take notes and not repeat the same mistakes next time even if you "failed". real failing is completely giving up, and that's NOT what this community is on‼️💪🏽

and honestly, this is also to appreciate @salemlunaa 💞‼️

i felt the need to write this, cuz ik there are persons who can relate to these feelings, and prolly needed a little sign or sumthing. reading @/salemlunaa's posts definitely helped me realise that i don't have to keep pitying myself any longer and i don't need to 🤦🏽‍♀️. my family deserve to live a restful life and so do i. no more procrastinatin 🙅🏽‍♀️

[spiderbeam]

and okay feel free to ignore this one because ive sent a bunch already buttt 🎧+max+7

🎧 — bugambilia by nasa histoires

Max is nervous. He hadn’t realized it until the bell dinged with his entrance, until you spoke your usual greeting, until your eyes met his and a smile spread over your lips. He’s a three time world champion, an icon of the world of motorsport, a celebrity—and yet he finds himself growing jittery at the sight of you.

Of course you’d be the type to fall for the one person in Europe who doesn’t know your name, Danny had teased.

He’d denied it. He didn’t have feelings for you. He had simply developed a fondness for flowers—and he just happened to like yours most.

“Didn’t think I’d be seeing you this soon.” You dust your hands on your overalls as you stand up to greet him. You look pretty in overalls, he finds. Prettier even with your hair held up by a bow—alongside that lovely smile that always makes his heart skip a beat in his chest. “Thought you said you were leaving the country for work.”

Max realizes then he’s stayed quiet for too long. “Um, yeah,” he starts awkwardly, hands tucked in his pockets before he takes them out soon after. What do people usually do with their hands? “I did. It was just for the weekend, though.”

“Did you have fun?” you ask, before meeting his gaze with a playful roll of your eyes. “I know, work is work, but…”

“It was fine,” Max clicks his tongue, hoping he doesn’t sound too dismissive. “Not great.”

“Sorry to hear that.” You purse your lips, thinking for a moment. “Maybe you can rant a little while I trim these?” You gesture at the newly arrived flowers.

Max chuckles a little. He’s done plenty of ranting. Mostly in front of a camera. “Actually, I was hoping to get to hear you talk about your flowers—maybe give me a hand?”

You straighten as you stand up, nodding. “What’s today’s purchase gonna be?”

“Another gift,” he says, even though he’s ran out of friends to gift bouquets to. Twice is two times too many before they start looking at him weird.

You nod your head, ponytail bobbing. “Alright.” You clasp your hands together, smiling up at him. “Wanna look around for something that catches your eye, or are you in search for anything in particular?”

Max tilts his head at you. “Which are your favorites this week?” He asked you the same question last time, and the time before that. But, as you told him before, you can’t make up your mind—not permanently, anyway. Each time he comes around, you have a different answer prepared for him.

This time, you’re grinning. “C’mon, I’ll show you.” And then your hand is in his as you steer him towards the very back of the shop—and Max can feel his breath stuttering. He blinks in rapid succession, hoping to get himself to snap out of it. Jesus Christ, you’re just holding her hand. Pull yourself together.

Finally, you stop beside a shelf with purple and fuchsia flowers with papery petals and tiny light yellow blossoms inside them. Max feels as you let go of him, prompting him to step closer to the flowers. He leans forward, hoping to catch some floral scent like the lilies and jasmines you gave him a few weeks back. He doesn’t smell anything.

“They don’t have a scent,” you tell him. “It’s bugambilia. Bougainvillea. It’s not usually used for bouquets, though, so people rarely buy any. Except for this one woman, Marisol—she says it reminds her of home. But she only takes a few branches, doesn’t really want them as a bouquet.” You’re smiling when he turns back to you. “They don’t grow around here—not naturally, anyway. It’s why I like them.”

“Bougainvillea,” Max repeats, committing the syllables to memory. “So you’ve never had to sell a bouquet of these?”

“Not yet.” You shrug. “It’s under appreciated, in my opinion. I mean—most people just buy roses. Maybe sunflowers.”

He remembers you ranting about that last week. How impersonal is it to give red roses to someone on a date? It’s like giving a gift card. No sentiment whatsoever.

And Max, surprisingly enough, agreed. He believes in personal gestures. Gifts that proof you’ve been listening, that you’ve been paying attention. And as he side-glances at you, he can see your stare still lingering on the purple and pink flowers. He doesn’t need to think it over before he’s saying: “I’ll take it.”

You nod in approval, reaching up to take a few flowers. “I knew you would,” you say proudly, nudging his shoulder playfully. “You’ve got good taste, Max.”

Max chuckles. “Not really,” he says, shaking his head. “I just happen to know someone who does.” He’s looking at you as he says it, scratching his cheek, but he can see your lovely smile falter slightly. His brows pinch together.

You haul your selected bougainvillea onto the counter, with Max trailing close behind. “I don’t think I’ve ever met someone who buys as many flowers as you do—not that I’m complaining.” You try to sneak a glance at him as you’re tying off his bouquet. Max relishes in the heat that crawls up your cheeks when he catches you.

This is his chance, he realizes. But then he’s running circles again because what if you think he’s creepy? That he’s been buying flowers from you in hopes of finally building up the courage to ask you out? It’s not only creepy, it’s pathetic. It’s been nearly a month since he first met you. It’s taken him a whole month to get to this. Stupid. And since when does he get nervous like this around girls? He’s Max Verstappen.

But you’re you.

“You okay?” you ask, peering at him. “You’ve been a little quiet today.”

“Yeah, sorry. Um, I just—” He means to ask you, he really does, but this one tiny detail doesn’t escape his attention as you leave the flowers on the counter, wrapped in pretty ribbons, ready for him to take home. He stares at you, dumbfounded. “I—I haven’t paid yet.”

Your expression sends butterflies fluttering around his stomach. “Consider it a gift. For keeping me company on a slow day.”

But Max is already pulling out his wallet out of his back pocket. “No, no, I can pay.”

“Max,” you say, voice caught somewhere between soft and stern. “It’s a gift. You don’t pay for gifts.”

He scratches his cheek again, a quirk of his you’ve come to find endearing. “Doesn’t this get taken out of your paycheck?”

You shrug nonchalantly. “No one buys bougainvillea. One of my coworkers would’ve probably ended up throwing them away.”

You’re dodging his question, and Max doesn’t know how to tell you that he can afford it without making it seem like he doesn’t appreciate the gesture.

You seem to decide for him when you grab the bouquet and hand it to him. Your fingertips graze his knuckles, shooting sparks beneath his skin. He should ask you now. You’re smiling like you don’t even know the effect you have on him.

“Your—”

“Would you—” Max clears his throat, pink on his cheeks. “Sorry. What were you saying?”

You smile again, but it doesn’t reach your eyes. You laugh lightly, but it doesn’t sound as genuine. “Nothing—just that your girlfriend’s really lucky. I’d kill to have someone buy me as many flowers every week.”

“My—what?” Max blinks once. Twice. Three times before the words finally dislodge from his throat. “I don’t have a girlfriend.”

“Oh, your boyfriend?” you amend, playing with your fingers.

“I’m not seeing anyone,” Max says bluntly. He’s still cradling his bougainvilleas as he watches realization wash over your face.

“Oh.” Heat is climbing up your cheeks, and for the first time all afternoon, you’re the one stumbling over your words. “O-Oh. I just thought that—I mean, since you’ve been coming around so much, and you’re like, handsome, and sweet, so I just assumed—”

“Do you wanna go out some time?” Max interrupts, ears tinted red. There’s a pretty blush spreading his face. A giddy nervousness building up in his gut. “With me, I mean. Do you want to go out with me?”

Your lips curl upward, heat radiating from your face. Max feels flowers growing in his chest. Hydrangeas, carnations, tulips, wisteria. Purple bougainvillea flowers.

“Yeah. I’d like that.”

eve’s 1k celebration 🎧

this one was very loosely based on the song more on the vibes than the actual lyrics so i might revisit this song and make another more angstier drabble in the future….. for now i just recommend giving the song a listen <3 also i’m not used to writing for max AT ALL so hopefully it didn’t feel too ooc

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

You Don't Gotta Work 2

Warnings: unsolicited nudes, light stalking, allusions to coercive sexual acts.

I would appreciate a little feedback on this tiny whim of mine! Thanks to any all and hope you enjoy.

Your phone chimes, jarring you from a deep sleep. You scramble to grab it. Your heart picks up. Is it Mr. Scarmer? You must have overslept your alarm. 

Your panic dissipates as you realise it’s still early. The room is dim and your vision fuzzy with the dregs of sleep. You groan and squint at the screen. A WhatsApp message from some random number. Another spam bot. 

You go to tap block but instead miss and hit the notification itself. The app loads and opens the conversation. You’re met with an unexpected and unwelcome image. A man’s reflection from neck down, naked, posing, erect! 

You yipe and toss the phone away from you. Oof! What the hell is that? Do guys really pull that stuff now? Sending unsolicited nudes to randos.  

You cringe and shudder in repulsion. You reach for your phone, covering the photo with your hand as you open tap the settings button in the top corner. Below, another message pops up. 

‘Like what you see buttercup?’ 

You hesitate. Buttercup? Only one person ever calls you that... You shift your hand so you can only see the top half of the picture. The arms, the freckles, the chest; you’re pretty sure it’s him. You should’ve figured that out sooner. 

You bring the menu up again and block. You haven’t seen him since that day he threatened you. That’s what he did. His promises can only be that. 

He sent more flowers too but you refused the delivery. The chocolate-dipped berries were also sent back. And the final gift you ignored completely until it disappeared from the hallway. 

You lay back down. Figures. You finally get into a good sleep and the rude awakening has you restless. You close your eyes and fight for another hour before your alarm goes off. You don’t get even half of that. 

You get up and get dressed. You ready yourself with a mug of coffee steaming beneath the mirror. You sip throughout your morning routine. You finish the cup and wait a couple minutes before brushing your teeth. As you put on lip gloss, you check the time. You should get going. 

You step into a pair of low beige heels and rush to the door with your handbag swing. You squeak as you walk straight into a wall outside. You stagger back as Lloyd smirks down at you. He scrunches his nose and clucks. 

“Morning, buttercup,” he raises his arm above you to grip the door frame, “you miss me?” 

You back up and grab the door. You don’t get a chance to shut it before he has his other hand on the wood. He holds it open as he looms over you. 

“Now, let’s not spoil the day before it’s begun,” he purrs. “You didn’t answer my message so I just had to make sure you’re okay. I worry about you, baby.” 

“No, you need to go. You can’t be here.” You push on the door but he’s too strong. “I mean it, Mr. Hansen--” 

“How many times do I gotta correct you, buttercup? It’s almost like you’re begging for a spanking,” he growls and leans it. 

“Ugh, Lloyd,” you spit out his name, “I mean it. I need to get to work so please, not right now--” 

“Again, I don’t like repeating myself. Buttercup, I’m gonna say it slowly this time. You don’t gotta work. Well, you’ll be doing a different type of work,” he winks. 

He lets go of the door and tries to step inside. You shove his chest and he grabs your wrists with a snicker. He clings to you and pulls you off-balance. 

“Oh, kitty’s got claws,” He holds your hands against his chest. “Mmm, you know, that feels exactly how I imagined. Your hands on my chest, warm, soft... but you were straddling me in my mind--” 

“Get off!” You tug your arms but can’t get free. “Lloyd, please--” 

He narrows his eyes and shakes his head. He pushes your hands back behind you and brings them together. He traps you close to him and walks you into the apartment. He kicks the door shut as he enters and he exhales deeply. 

“I tried being nice, buttercup. I don’t do that. I usually just shove my hand down the hottest girls’ pants and she’s down,” he tisks. “You want me to work for it. I worked. Now you gotta pay.” 

You wriggle in his grasp and whimper. You stare up into his eyes and gulp. You try to twist free of him but it’s useless. You’re not going to make it to work. 

[satorusugurugurl]

Til’ the Day that I Die (Chapter Four)

Summary: You’re a popstar in need of a bodyguard when you find yourself with a stalker. That’s how you meet Fushiguro Toji, you’re insanely hot bodyguard. Who knows how to push your buttons, and get you feeling flustered. Just how far is he willing to go to protect you? And how far would you go to protect him?

Pairing: Fushiguro Toji x AFAB!Reader

Warnings: mentions of death, grief, language, anxiety, stalking, some slight fluff

Word Count: 3.2K

A/N: fun fact—this was supposed to be five parts, its gonna be a bit long because this has taken a life of its own 😅💚

Part One Part Two Part Three

“Oh—” You whispered, stepping forward closer to the shrine. Incense was burning in front of a picture of a beautiful woman with black hair. A small mochi and vase with wildflowers sat beside her photo. “I’m so sorry for your loss.”

”Thank you—”

Toji exhaled through his nose, ruffling the top of Megumi’s head as you approached the shrine, kneeling before it, closing your eyes as you bowed your head. Seeing you move so fast, dropping before his late wife's shrine, left Toji feeling both appreciative and sick to his stomach at the same time. Maybe part of It was because he still missed his sweet wife, or perhaps it was because he’s been so wrong about you.

“Thank you for welcoming me into your home, Mrs. Fushiguro.”

The sincerity behind your words felt like a knife in his stomach. Yeah, he had definitely misjudged you. He wished he could take back what he had told you earlier this night. But time didn't work like that. Toji assumed you were a spoiled rotten brat and blatantly said that to your face. There was no taking back those shitty assumptions.

But what he could do was make up for what he had said.

“She would have loved to have you. Wouldn't she squirt?” He asked, ruffling Megumi’s hair.

You glanced over your shoulder, watching Megumi grip his father's pants, nodding his head. A slight flush dusted his cheeks as you smiled sympathetically at him. It must have been hard losing his mother at such a young age; you couldn't even imagine what that must have been like. But Toji, you were in actual awe of him.

Not only did he work for a well-renowned security company, but he was also a single father. Balancing work, raising a child, and caring for a house must be hard as hell. A sudden respect for the mountain of the man blossomed in your chest as he stared at his son, lovingly stroking his hair back.

”I should probably get him to bed, then we can get you settled in, okay?”

You nodded in agreement, watching as he placed his hand on Megumi’s head, turning him to head down a hall. “Goodnight, Miss.” The little tyke said, waving at you, which had your heart squeezing in your chest as you waved back.

When they disappeared into a room, you pushed yourself off the ground, looking around the living; despite being a bit dusty, it was surprisingly well organized. You admired the different photos on bookcases, from Toji and Megumi to pictures of his late wife. As you looked at each photo, you grounded yourself, swallowing at a sadness lumping in your throat. In each photo of his wife, Megumi was a baby. There were no photos of her with him as a toddler or a child, meaning she probably passed before she could watch him grow. That sadness tugged at your heart, making breathing almost hard as you felt nothing but empathy for the family who’d so selflessly taken you in.

“She’s staying for a while?” Megumi asked softly as Toji lifted the sheets for him.

“Yep, you good with that kiddo? If you're not, I could call Shiu.”

“I don't mind—” Toji cocked a dark brow watching Megumi grab his white wolf plushie hugging it. “She’s pretty.”

Those words nearly sent Toji reeling back as he gawked at his son. “Pretty?” Megumi nodded, pursing his lips together as he shot his father a quick, curious glance. Thanks to Toji’s profession, he was a professional at reading people, and that talent extended to his son. “Yeah, she is. But Megumi, this is strictly professional, you know that, right?” When his son just stared at him, he signed. “There’s nothing between us, and I assure you there won't be.” The dismissive tone of Toji’s words left Megumi blinking.

“Why?”

“Because it’s unprofessional. It's my job to protect her.”

He pulled the sheets up to Megumi’s chin, tucking him in. “You know you don't have to worry about me.” Megumi rubbed his face into the plushie fur. “I wouldn't mind you seeing her.” Toji rolled his eyes, pushing Megumi’s bangs off his forehead and pressing a kiss there.

“She’s a client, kid.”

“So?”

How was it possible for a kid to be this intrusive? “Okay, that’s enough questions, go to sleep.” The floorboards creaked under Toji’s weight as he headed for the hall. “Night Megumi.”

“Night, Dad.”

Shutting the door to his son’s room, Toji was left alone in the hall's silence with his thoughts. He knew there would be a day when Megumi would ask him about his dating life. He was sure how he would react, whether he didn't like the idea or was indifferent. But this was a reaction he hadn't been expecting. For Megumi to basically give Toji his blessing to date you was literally unfathomable. And he had said it with such a straight face!

Megumi didn't know you; he'd barely met you, hardly said less than twenty words to you, and was giving His father permission. Your presence had that much of an impact on him? The same woman he had deemed a spoiled brat had won his son over merely by smiling and being kind.

He'd have to make sure Megumi knew you weren't staying forever. This arrangement was a temporary deal. One designed to keep you safe and out of harm's way.

As he headed into the living room, rubbing the back of his neck, thinking of how he could word it, he saw you standing in front of the bookcases, staring at the photos that lined the shelves. He'd been expecting to see an unreadable, almost bored face as you waited for him. What he was met with had him frozen in his spot.

Tears, literal tears welled in your eyes. You were crying while looking at pictures of his wife. The woman who’s impacted him in so many ways. Who had blessed him with a son who was so much like her? The same woman he had mourned for the last five years. Seeing you like that only made Toji regret his earlier words even more. With a sigh, Toji cleared his throat as he entered the living room, stomping his feet a little too loud to give you time to wipe the stray tears off your face.

“Sorry about the wait.”

“Oh, you’re fine; I’m the one imposing on your family.”

Toji wanted to argue and tell you to shut up, but he let it go. You weren’t a burden. He was happy to help you because it was the right thing to do.

So, instead of yelling or starting another argument, Toji stepped forward, ruffling the top of your head. “Come on, I’ll give ya’ a tour.” The apartment was lovely, with three bedrooms, two bathrooms, a living room, and a balcony overlooking the city. It was a pleasant, quiet home perfect for the two of them. It was also the place that you would call home for an indefinite future. “It’s a little cramped, but it’s still home.”

You both made your way back out to the living room. Where you were fiddling with your thumbs and anxiously looking around. Toji was watching you closely as he had been doing the entire night. You have been through so much in the last few hours he didn’t wanna push you further than you had been so far. Right now, the best thing he could do was get in bed and sleep this terrible night off.

He cleared his throat around the living room before moving the cushions off the couch. Upon seeing him moving, you jumped to help him take the cushions from him and place them off to the side—something his previous clients wouldn’t be caught dead. Then again, you weren’t like his other clients. The more time he spent with you, the more evident that became.

“You realize you don’t have to help me do this right.”

“What kind of house would I be if I didn’t help?”

Toji shook his head as he moved the coffee table to the side. “Ya’ know, I think you’re the only houseguest that has ever done this with me.” you shook your head this time, giving him an almost smug smile.

“Well, I think I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“You should.”

You laughed, and God, it was sweet and light as air. A sound that ceased all of Toji’s movements as he looked up at you. After everything you had gone through tonight, you were still able to laugh and smile. And it wasn’t that fake laugh for the smile he watched you put on when you were at the stadium. You'd been through hell and back this evening, but you were grinning despite everything that you had gone through. Knowing that someone had gotten into your home, you were staying in a stranger's house, yet you were laughing a carefree giggle. For you to still be able to smile like everything was fine when he knew it took resilience and guts.

You hummed, rubbing at the back of your neck. Unaware of the watchful gaze that Toji was shooting in your direction. “I bet you have a lot of interesting stories to tell.” Your words pull him out of the stupor he found himself in while staring at your delicate features and pretty face.

“Uhm, yeah, yeah, I do have a lot of stories I could tell. But let’s put a pin in that; you had a long day. You need to get some rest.” Toji stretched his arms above his head before stretching the arms across his chest. “If you give me a few minutes, I can change the sheets on my bed, and you can shower.”

“Your bed?”

Toji blinked, looking away before looking back and meeting your confused gaze. “Yeah, I’m taking the couch; you can stay in my bed.” From the way you crossed your arms and fed your brows, Toji knew you didn’t approve of this idea.

“I’m not the type to kick you out of your bed because I’m staying with you. I am perfectly capable of sleeping on a pull-out bed.”

“No one said you weren’t, Doll Face.” The mere annoyance etched into his voice didn't faze you in the slightest. “Anyways, I'm sleeping here. So I'm going to go change my sheets, get you a towel, and then you can rest.”

“Just grab me a towel; I really don't mind sleeping out here.”

A vein in Toji’s forehead throbbed as he slowly turned to glare down at you, putting on the fakest smile he could muster. “You’re a brat, you know that? I'm trying to be nice and offer you my bed so you can get a good night’s sleep.” Navy eyes watched as you shrugged, fucking shrugged at his words.

“Don't take this the wrong way, but I would prefer you to be on your A-Game tomorrow. You are my bodyguard, after all. If anyone should get a good night's sleep, it should be you.”

With pure satisfaction, you watched Toji open his mouth to argue before slowly closing it. A cocky smile tugged at the corner of your mouth as your tall; muscular bodyguard couldn't bring himself to argue or disagree with you. Seeing that expression on your face, Toji’s eyes were twitching; maybe you were a brat.

“Ooh, you sure Miss Pop-Princess won’t mind sleeping on the couch? I wouldn't want it ruining your back~”

Instead of snapping or giving him attitude, Toji watched as you slowly tilted your head to the side. “You do realize I have slept on my fair share of couches before I was famous and after the fact.” Toji blinked, watching you run your hands over the mattress. “When I was staying with my friends, I slept on their sofa, and they didn't even have a pull-out mattress, so this is a step up.” Damn, you were just—normal.

“Fuck, you aren't like other clients I've had in the past.”

“Is that a good thing?”

You watched as Toji’s eyebrows furrowed in thought. “Eh, I don't know yet.” You glared at him, but your glare was cut short as he threw a pillow at your face. “Relax, it’s not necessarily a bad thing. You're just different. But sometimes different is good.”

Sometimes different was good?

Toji’s words had you tossing and turning on the pull-out bed. You sighed, staring at the ceiling as you tossed and turned, and his words echoed in your mind. After everything that had happened to you in the last few hours, you weren't sure if you agreed with him.

In fact, ever since you had gone viral, things have been incredibly different for you. And you weren't sure if it was a good thing. Your fame had its perks, of course. You made good money, more than enough to give back to the community and help those who couldn't help themselves. But, the downsides were turning out to be—worse than you ever imagined.

Your anxiety was at an all-time high; you had a stalker who had been watching you for god knows how long, and you were staying with your bodyguard, whom you knew practically nothing about. Well, that last part wasn't as bad as the other two drastic changes you were experiencing. Did that fact make it any less nerve-wracking and anxiety-inducing? No, it didn't.

Those thoughts plagued your mind all night; from the time Toji left you to shower until then, the blue velvet sky outside began turning a light shade of orange with the promise of morning. There was no way you were going to be able to sleep. You had come to terms with that fact before you even stepped foot into Toji's apartment building. The anxiety had dug its claws into you. Its talons seep into your skin like a poison meant to keep you up for all night hours.

Hopefully, this won't be a permanent change in your life.

The orange hue shifted to a lilac shade with pink clouds. At that point, you had given up on sleeping altogether, opting to sit on the fold-out bed and stare at the different shapes forming in the clouds. Just as you watched a rabbit shift into an elephant, a soft creaking sound pulled your attention away from the window.

Megumi wandered out of his room, rubbing his eyes as he looked around. Navy blue eyes met yours, and he stared at you for a second before continuing his way into the living room. He was silent as he plopped down on the end of the mattress, looking at the black screen of the television.

“You wanna watch television?” You questioned in a soft, almost motherly tone.

“No, I’m okay.” His timid voice melted your heart, but you could tell from how he stole glances at you that he had something to say.

“You sure about that.”

Another silence spread before he turned to look over his shoulder at you. “Yeah.” Little fingers picked at the thick blanket Toji had given you. “Did you sleep well?”

“I did, thank you for asking. How about you?”

He shrugged his shoulders, pulling a piece of lint to the blanket. “I slept okay.” Nodding your head, you sighed, looking out at the sky.

“Well, from the sounds of it, we both didn't sleep very well, and there's only one cure for a rough night.”

Your words had Megumi’s head snapping in your direction, curiosity gleaming in his big doe-eyed. “There’s a cure?” With a wide bobcat grin, you picked the blankets off yourself.

“Yes, and thankfully, I know the only cure out there. Wanna help me?” Megumi took your hand without hesitation, giving it a squeeze as you both headed beaded into the kitchen. “I can assure you that this cure will be the tastiest cure of them all.”

The smell of bacon pulled Toji out of dreamland. He groaned, running his hands down his face, and sat up, glancing at the clock. It was seven thirty, and Megumi was already up and about, staring at his day, much like his mother used to do. This would come in handy in the future, but for a six-year-old to be up cooking seemed unlikely, so it had to be you. At least Toji hoped it was you.

As tempting as it was to stay in bed and fall back asleep, the soft clattering from the kitchen urged Toji to investigate. Slipping on his grey sweats with a sigh, Toji headed out to the kitchen, where he found his son eating breakfast on one of the barstools. He was seconds away from scolding his son to wake him up the next time he was hungry when he heard the soft singing resonating from the stove.

There he saw you. You were swaying your hips to music softly playing on your phone. You were completely oblivious to him watching you as you flipped a pancake over in the frying pan you used. Normally, he'd be slightly irritated if someone he didn't know was using his kitchen and groceries without asking.

But you looked so pretty, mindlessly singing as you cooked breakfast. Not only his son, but for him too from the second plate sitting off to the side, and the third you were plating must be for you. It had been so long since Toji’s kitchen was filled with warmth, singing, and life. It was so strange, different.

But then again, different was sometimes good.

It was so good that Toji crept over to stand behind you, watching you flip the pancake to cook it perfectly. You still were unaware of his presence, which was slightly concerning, seeing that you were being stalked by a crazed maniac right now. That was something you both would have to work on in the future. For now, Toji was going to have a bit of fun.

He leaned as close as he could to your ear before chuckling. “I didn't know the Pop-Princess could cook.” When it came to startling you, Toji had expected a few things to happen. You’d likely react with a fight-or-flight. He imagined you trying to take a swing at him, which he could easily avoid. It made sense; you'd be on high alert, ready to fight for your life if needed.

Instead, a warm pancake smacked him in the face. He just stood there as the pancake slowly slid down his face, revealing your startled face and staring up at him in fear. Out of everything you could have used to your advantage, you threw a pancake at him. A flat, soft, warm breakfast treat had been the only line of defense you'd choose to use—when you were holding a frying pan. As the pancake fell to the floor with a soft thump, you and Toju stared into each other's eyes.

Toji had his work cut out for him.

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Hi, Ericca! 😘 I was looking your prompt lists, and was thinking how about: "your scream is kind of cute I’m sorry." With Billy from the spooky prompts list?

Love ya girl, I know it takes a lot of energy to write, so take your time.

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My dear Katherine,

Thank you for being such a good friend to me, for sending this in and for participating in my follower celebration. I love you to pieces and I hope you like what I did here 💜 Thank you again my friend!

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Scream

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google.

Pairing: Billy Russo x F! Reader

Warnings: A few swear words, small jump scare but mostly fluffy bunnies and unicorns. And alluding to smexy time.

Word Count: 1.5K-ish

Summary: You and Billy are looking for very specific costumes to wear to a Halloween party

As always, thank you for reading!  I appreciate it so much and comments, reblogs are welcome and encouraged. Don’t be shy to tell me your favorite part. 💕💕 💕

“We don’t have a yard, sweet girl. Where are we gonna put that?” Asked Billy, pointing at the giant 12-foot skeleton. “And I can justify a LOT of purchases, but I can’t justify that and only keep it out for Halloween.”

Pleading with him, you said, “But it doesn’t have to be JUST for Halloween! We can put strings of lights on him for Christmas time and a Santa hat, bunny ears for Easter, ooh an Uncle Sam hat for 4th of July! It will fit inside the penthouse, pleeeeeeease!”

You knew he wasn’t buying it but he really loved to watch you beg.

“We’re supposed to be looking for costumes, baby.” Said Billy.

Defeated, you hung your head and replied, “Okaaaaaay. Can I look around on this side for a few more minutes and I’ll meet you on the other side where the costumes are? Pleeeeeease?”

Looking up into his onyx colored eyes, you playfully batted your eyelashes at him. Billy’s lips curled into a slight smile and he slowly shook his head. You knew he would do anything for you and if you wanted to stay there all day, he would do it and he’d do it happily.

If it put a smile on your face, then it was all worth it to him.

Playfully, he rolled his eyes and said, “Alright, beautiful. Come find me when you’re done, ok?”

Biting back a smile, you said “Thank you, handsome. I won’t take too long.”

Billy placed his hand on the small of your back, guided you closer to him and softly touched his lips to yours. He tasted like raw sugar and black coffee as the bristles of his beard tickled your chin.

The woody fragrance of his cologne rushed past your nose as you caught the top notes of lavender, bergamot, cardamom, and violet leaf. His scent was addictive, you couldn’t get enough and almost made you not want to walk away from him.

“You better not. I’ll come find you if you’re gone too long.” Joked Billy with a wink.

He kissed you on the forehead and you watched him walk over to the other side of the store. For the Halloween party, you were doing a couple’s costume. Billy’s costume was easy enough; he was going to be Joe DiMaggio but you were going as Marilyn Monroe and needed to find the perfect white dress and wig.

The two of you had already been to three stores looking for the perfect dress but none of them had one so you just needed a little bit of a break before starting to look again.

This shop had everything from table cloths, dishes, unique candy bowls, to gorgeous centerpieces and candelabras. Halloween style wreaths and lawn decorations were at the front of the store. This place had everything you could possibly want to decorate the house for Halloween.

Billy did have a point about the larger decorations. No one in Manhattan had a lawn or a balcony big enough to put some of these. The penthouse did have nice high ceilings and the 12-foot skeleton would definitely fit inside but he had to say “no” sometimes.

Meticulously, you combed over what seemed like every decoration they had in the shop and after looking at your watch, you realized that you had been looking around for 30 minutes and wouldn’t be surprised if Billy left. You told him you would only be gone for a few minutes.

Rushing over to the other side, you found the store owner.

“Excuse me, sir. Have you seen my boyfriend by any chance? He’s tall, handsome with dark brown hair and brown eyes?” You asked.

He smiled and asked you, “Is your name, y/n?”

You nodded.

“He’s around somewhere, Miss. But he did leave this for you to try on. He mentioned the two of you were going to a party dressed as Marilyn and Joe DiMaggio.” He said.

It looked exactly like the one she wore in The Seven Year Itch. An ivory halter style, plunging neckline cocktail dress with a softly pleated skirt; a small neat bow was tied on the side at the waist and reached to about mid-calf; it was perfect. You delicately ran your fingers over the smooth fabric as a slight smile stretched across your lips.

Billy found the dress you wanted.

“It’s beautiful.” You said.

The owner replied, “I knew I had one. It’s pretty much an exact replica. Go try it on and I’ll see if I can find him for ya.”

You thanked him, picked up the dress off of the counter and headed for the fitting room. After pulling up the zipper and fastening the buttons behind your neck, you stood in front of the mirror for a few minutes, twirling and looking at yourself from different angles just in complete awe of how gorgeous the dress was; you felt confident and beautiful in it.

The owner called out to you again.

“Miss, there is a 3-way mirror out here if you’d like to get a better look.” He said.

Making one small adjustment before exiting the dressing room, you slid the curtain to one side and came face to face with a figure in the Ghostface mask and black robe from the movie Scream and scream you did which probably could have been heard by everyone walking by outside.

A muffled laugh could be heard from behind the mask. You knew that laugh. “It’s just me, baby. It’s just me!” Said Billy, trying to stop himself from laughing as he took off the mask.

You playfully slapped him on the shoulder.

“BILLY!! You scared the shit outta me!!” You yelled.

The smile he had on his face stretched from ear to ear.

“I can see that, sweet girl. I told you I’d come find you if you were gone too long.” Said Billy.

As you tried to catch your breath, you felt like your heart was in your throat and it was also beating rapidly. You could feel your chest expand and contract in conjunction with your shallow breathing.

“YOU are not funny, Billy Russo!” You yelled, turned on your heels and walked back into the fitting room to take the dress off, closing the curtain in his face.

Billy stood outside the fitting room as you changed, apologizing profusely but you ignored him and after you changed back into your clothes, you continued to ignore him.

Silently, he took the dress from your arms and paid for it along with the baseball uniform costume he found. All he needed now was a DiMaggio jersey.

“Did he make you a part of his little prank?” You asked the owner, trying to bite back your smile.

He nodded. You could tell he felt a little bad; you did let out a scream loud enough to wake the dead.

“Well…thank you for the dress. It’s perfect.” You said softly.

You knew it was just a joke but that didn’t make it any less humiliating and on the way home, you gave Billy the silent treatment.

“You gonna give me the silent treatment all the way home, baby?” Asked Billy, stealing glances at you as he drove. “Come on, my love. I said I was sorry.”

With a scowl on your face, you continued to look out at the city patrons quickly whirring by on the busy New York City sidewalks.

The elevator ride up to the penthouse was quiet. Billy didn’t like it when you were mad at him but you weren’t exactly mad, you were mostly embarrassed and to get scared all the way down to your soul like that was mortifying more than anything, especially in front of strangers.

“Thank you for my dress, Billy.” You suddenly said after a long period of silence.

Billy tossed the garment bags with the costumes in it onto a chair and replied with a warm smile, “You’re welcome, sweet girl. Ya done bein’ mad at me?”

“I wasn’t…THAT mad at you.” You said, shyly.

“Your fiery glare suggests otherwise, my love.” Said Billy, pulling you in close by the waist.

Hesitantly, you snaked your arms around his neck as your nails gently scratched the back of his head.

“I’m sorry, handsome. You really got me good and I guess I was just embarrassed.” You said, averting his gaze.

You could feel him smiling down at you.

“Look at me, sweet girl.” He purred. “I just think your scream is kind of cute, I’m sorry.” He shrugged.

The corners of your mouth slowly curled into a smile.

“You are so full of shit, Billy. I’m already in love with you so you don’t have to make up bullshit like ‘your scream is kind of cute’ to get me to fall for you, ya know.” You said with a chuckle.

His lips were suddenly on yours, crushing them and his kisses were all tongue and teeth as you felt a tremor of pleasure in between your thighs. Billy nipped at the soft skin of your neck, making the hair on the back of your neck stand on end.

He whispered against your mouth, “I love you too, baby. And I really do think your scream is cute.” Biting down on his lower lip, his gaze raked over you as he asked, “So do you think I could make you scream in a…different way?”

As you clenched your thighs together, you drew in a sharp breath, kissed him again and replied, “I thought you’d never ask.”

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CATCHING FEELS 2 | JEY USO

Part 1 | Part 3

“Come on momma. We’re gonna get you and my nephew something to eat.” Sabrina rubbed her best friend’s stomach as they walked out the doctors office.

Kaliyah walked behind her friend slowly feeling sad as ever. Considering she found out she was having a baby boy you’d think she would be happy but she was feeling the exact opposite.

Just three months ago she found out she was two months pregnant with her baby and it felt so unreal. From the moment she found out she was pregnant she was filled with nothing but mixed emotions.

She even contemplated getting an abortion and showed up to the appointment but at the last minute she couldn’t bring herself to do it. The thought of having an abortion was more to burry her feelings about Jey rather than her not wanting a baby.

She wanted to keep her baby and that’s what she decided to do.

“What do you want to eat?”

“I’m not hungry. I just wanna go home.” Kaliyah told her as she put her seatbelt on and turned towards the window.

“I know you’re upset but you can’t starve my nephew. What does he want? A deluxe combo and a lemonade?” She teased.

Rolling her eyes Kaliyah broke into a small smile. The sound of food made her happy no matter what. These days all her son craved was Chick Fil A which was weird to her because she didn’t care for it too much before she got pregnant.

“Whatever, just give my son some food.”

It didn’t take them long to get their food considering how great Chick Fil A’s customer service was. The food didn’t stand a chance and was gone before she even got home.

“Call me tomorrow and stop being so sad!” Sabrina yelled as Kaliyah walked to the door and took her keys out.

“Bye Sabrina!” She stuck up the middle finger.

When she got in the house she stepped out of the clothes she was wearing and hopped in the shower. She was exhausted because all day Sabrina drove her around making her run errands with her in order to get her out the house. While she appreciated her friends effort all she wanted to do was stay in the house until the baby got here.

As she brushed her hair into a ponytail her phone vibrated with a message from a familiar number. Picking up her phone she read over the message before responding.

Maybe( Jey 🫶🏽): What u want?

I need to tell something important. Can I call you?

Maybe( Jey 🫶🏽): Nah, you can text me what you want before I change my mind about unblocking you

I’m pregnant

Maybe( Jey 🫶🏽): ???

????

Maybe( Jey 🫶🏽): So what you tryna say it’s mine?

Please don’t do that. You know it’s yours.

Maybe( Jey 🫶🏽): I don’t know nothing. Ima need a test before you put anything on me.

Nevermind, forget I even brought it up. You can just block me again.

I don’t know why I even wasted my time with you.

My and my baby will be fine.

Maybe( Jey 🫶🏽): Calm down, how I know you’re not fucking with me?

Why would I be wasting my time? You made it clear you don’t fucking like me. I’m putting my feelings and pride aside to reach out to you so my son can have a father in his life but really just forget it.

Maybe( Jey 🫶🏽): Son?

She read over her last message and decided to just leave it alone. She was over going back and for with him. If he didn’t believe her than that’s what it is.

Shaking her head she turned her phone off and prepared herself for some much needed sleep.

[alanaartdream]

I think @cubbihue and @katescribblesabit are some of my favourite fairy Timmy aus out there atm (heck giving ideas to my own fairy Timmy au (although mine I’m adding in more to do with Jimmy Tommy power hour and nicktoons unite games (I use to love watching YouTubes of those games like crazy heck I managed to get the 1st to to play with my siblings but it was 2nd hand glitch copy of the first in the series of games that series did so it would take forever to load at times but was fun game)

If they ever bring those games to the switch I’d play them for sure; thanks to the jimmy Timmy power hour series doing so well the games were a great hit and the games were so popular that quite a few were created and more characters would get added in the more popular the games got the last in the series was the one we’re Invader zim & dib or was it globs of doom one? Not sure ended up watching YouTubers do those (was more watching for the cut scenes of those games at the time)

Anywho back to my own fairy Timmy Au I could see Wanda’s sister Blonda coming over to patch up her relationship with Wanda and being a fun aunt to Peri/poof and Timmy once Timmy gets fairy adopted

But schnozmo not sure how good of a uncle he’ll be being he’s a bit of a conman

(Timmy wouldn’t forget how he tried to trick Cosmo out of a lot of things the last time they met aaannnddd I know Jimmy and the nicktoons gang wouldn’t trust him too much either

I feel like now that Timmy is a fairy would hang out at Jimmy’s a lot when not in fairyworld being as Timmy as a fairy wouldn’t see anything from his old life in the human realm part of his own universe but being as the nicktoons unite characters are all from different universes Timmy can still hang out with them;; although Jimmy has met the people in Timmy’s old human life and to be honest they didn’t appreciate Timmy when they had him so they kinda deserve to suffer a little now that they’ve lost him (Timmy’s birth parents most of all) because before he found out Timmy was turned into a fairy he did get to see how ignorant Timmy’s friends AJ & Chester seem to be to the neglect & abuse Timmy was going through from his parents/ babysitter and cocker but just seem to ignore it heck didn’t even try to help out when Timmy was getting bullied on top of that; think the only one Jimmy would feel mostly sorry for is maybe Toothie (although he had to admit her love of Timmy kinda bothered on creepy at times) it was only when Timmy was truly gone from their lives do any of them realise what they’ve lost so he’s not gonna let anyone from Timmy’s old life know what happened to him for sure;; Jimmy doesn’t trust them anymore

Think it’s not until years later when poof becomes Peri and he and Timmy have grown up a bit themselves and Hazel and Dev show up does he even get curious about the humans in Timmy’s universe

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Stone notices that Robotnik has been grumbling lately about his sore back; he is always hunched over his workstation modifying his tech, or sitting and staring at his monitors for hours on end. Stone decides to take an evening course in massage therapy to help his Doctor feel better.

The next time his boss starts to complain after an afternoon of being sedentary, Stone jumps at the chance to suggest a back and shoulder massage. Robotnik is curious and so he allows it, leaning back in his chair while Stone stands behind him. Stone feels like his fingers are pressing against a brick wall; the Doctor’s muscles are super tight and Stone wonders how he is even able to move in this manner.

Robotnik soon closes his eyes and is quiet throughout while Stone works his magic but when Stone eventually removes his hands, he remarks “Press harder next time, I barely felt a thing!” Stone is not discouraged, because it means that the Doctor has given him permission to treat him again.

It becomes an almost daily occurrence: Stone offers to massage his back and shoulders, Robotnik accepts and when he is satisfied, he dismisses his agent with “That will do, Stone.” Stone takes pride in seeing the dramatic change in his boss’s posture after the massage as he can sit up straighter. He comes to know every knot and every problem area as he works to release the tension from the Doctor’s stiff shoulders and aching back.

With Robotnik’s consent, he converts one of the spare rooms in the hideout to a massage therapy room, which contains a massage table, towels, a chair for the Doctor to place his shirt and coat, an oil warmer, speakers to play soft music and dim lighting to set the mood invoke a feeling of relaxation. 

Once Robotnik’s shirt is off and he is laying face down on the table and Stone places his oil-warmed hands on his bare skin, it is like a switch has flipped; Robotnik is groaning loudly and sighing appreciatively. Stone finds it so much better to massage the Doctor this way, the oil allowing his fingers to press deeper, to glide easier across his skin, kneading into the knots in his back and loosening them, easing the rigidity of his shoulders and the tension in his neck. He is a perfectionist, so he focuses all his attention on relieving every sore spot, every sound coming out of the Doctor’s mouth going straight to his-

Anyway, Stone will do whatever it takes to make his boss happy.

(Also highly likely that Stone is gonna be weird about it, so he straddles the Doctor while rubbing his shoulders with the excuse that he can reach him better this way and manhandles him into odd positions like stretching his arms in opposite directions behind his back. Somehow Robotnik doesn’t seem to mind; in fact, he demands one every week and Stone is only too happy to oblige.)

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Today I come bearing another tease from the top secret AU 👀. I've been feeling just really wiped out the last few days and haven't gotten much else done, but I hope it's enjoyed regardless.

“Can I get you anything? Water? Coffee?” “Water would be great, actually, please,” Carlos answers and Nancy glances back over her shoulder at Mateo, who seems to melt away in an instant at the request. He doesn’t dwell on it too long, however, as Nancy leads him into her office. “How was the flight over from Austin?” Nancy asks as she sits behind her desk, instantly turning to her computer and getting to work on something as she spoke. “Uneventful,” Carlos answers with half a shrug. “Though, I do appreciate the first-class ticket, it was entirely unnecessary.” “Oh, it was nothing,” Nancy shrugs, as though spending an extra thousand or so on a plane ticket was something she did every day which, in hindsight, probably wasn’t too far off from the reality. “You should get used to living like that. It’s the quality of life TK is used to, though when you travel with him in the future, you’ll be flying private.” Mateo knocks on the door a moment later, appearing with a glass bottle of mineral water that he hands to Carlos, “Should I arrange TK getting over here?” He asks Nancy after Carlos murmurs a quick thank you and takes a sip from the bottle. “Sure,” Nancy nods. “He’s been texting me all morning asking when he’s going to be let out of his cage. May as well get him over here.”

Not gonna tag anyone because this is so late, but I'll be reblogging everyone who tagged me shortly. 💜

[knightyoomyoui]

[COMMISSIONED] LIVING WITH VAMPIRES: UNDER THE VEIL OF NIGHT | TWICE x Male Reader : CHAPTER 5 - "Ghost Of The Past"

“LIVING WITH THE VAMPIRES: UNDER THE VEIL OF NIGHT”

Written by: knightyoomyoui

Commissioned by: @nchris00

Part: CHAPTER 5 | "Ghost Of The Past"

Word Count: 6,300 words

You and Mina arrived home just as when the sky welcomes the moonlight. From your observation, she seems more active now that it’s dark, which is what the kind of surrounding they supposed to be in. Because of that matter, you don’t even need to shade her off with your umbrella or simply escort her too much.

Upon entering the penthouse, both of you were greeted by the girls who are watching TV, except for Jeongyeon, Momo, Chaeyoung, and Jihyo in which you only found out what she’s doing when you found her in the laundry washing some of her clothes.

Jihyo notices you both and seeing that Mina is still there in a good condition, she rated you with a ‘good job’ smile in which you appreciated. 

After you and Mina drank water and… blood, you haven’t forgot that this lady you’re accompanying is a vampire. You were giving sneak glances at her while she slurps that glass filled with animal blood, a disgust still creeps up inside of you but at the same time, you have also noticed how her side-profile looks enticing.

As she was about to finish, you let go of your eyes from her and you followed her upstairs. Entering her bedroom, Momo wasn’t there surprisingly and the door is closed from the other room, which could only mean that they’re probably out for a while.

“I know you’re also here to… you know, as our escort to the outside, not just mine. So, can you please also mention it to them that we’ll be going out again on Thursday once they asked for you to join them on their errands outside?” Mina said while she removes her jacket, revealing her toned body topped with sleeveless blue shirt.

You looked away sheepishly at the sight of her exposed skin, not wanting to stare too much or else she might caught you being a perv or something. But anyway, it confused you a little bit on why you acting like this if she even let you enter her private room willingly.

“Y-yeah, will do.”

You kept composed as Mina hangs her jacket and takes out the paper that was given to her by that businessman. She laid it off the table. 

“You’re gonna join me returning the money to them. Just felt like… I still need some assistance on this one.” She said as she tapped her finger on it.

“He looks quite intimidating and… strange, I should say.” You commented. “I understand why, Mina.”

“Ofcourse, I do. I’ve never seen Jinyoung looked tense like that.” She said. “That’s why you’re going with me still when we meet him. I’m not scared-”

“You don’t trust anybody, I know.” You completed her words. Mina went speechless and she only nodded in response. Both of you went silent for a second before you cut off the awkwardness. “I’ll be going out now.”

“Sure, Thanks for coming with me today, Jeonghoon.”

“No problem.” And you walked through the door before shutting it off.

As Mina watches you leave, she sat on her gaming setup, grabbing the card and reading what it says before she began typing on her keyboard.

You on the other hand, remained standing still after closing her door. The words of Jinyoung repeated in your mind after what Mina just said.

“.... then you just gonna find out that they trust you.”

The last tip he gave on how to discover if they have completely entrusted you with their sake. Mina agreed that she doesn’t trust anybody, yet you were the chosen one out of all the people in the world out there that she haven’t able to meet yet…

… especially, a fellow human like you.

You glanced at her room and smiled, a new motivation for you to keep moving forward built up inside of you as you went downstairs to join the other girls.

Moving on to another scenario, there was a rapid shots of a forest draped in snow. It was winter season, and there were some images of burning house, screaming men, weapons being raised, and running footsteps.

It then shifted to some close-up look of wailing and shrieking faces of people with fangs, bloodied or not, as they rather crawl back or shielded themselves with their arms before their noises cut short.

A long blade was slashed across them before they become lifeless on the ground. Then, with a swing of the weapon that was used, the perspective pointed into the look of a crying child.

And Hayoung’s eyes sprung up.

He woke up, leaning off from his office chair before he groaned as he stretches his back and massaged his temple. He was aware of the dream he just had. Not a nightmare, when you were the one enjoying what’s occuring inside your head during your sleep.

Hayoung rolled his swivel chair backwards to give him space to peek below his desk. It was an average sized safe vault. He kneeled and pressed the passcode before it opens.

Inside, he reached out with his hands to grab what it keeps. A wooden box appearing in his hold, he untied it and unboxed. There, it reveals an amount of broken fangs, and a set that is tied together with an abaca.

“I hope my instincts are wrong, because if it is… I may be able to return to who I was, and I might not hold back.” He declares while he stares at the object.

The next day, all the ladies in the penthouse were occupied at whatever they’re doing, mostly at their phones. Honestly, witnessing them that this is the only thing they rely on which connects them to what’s happening daily in the outside world saddens you. They’re maybe vampires but from how they live, it was evident that they just wanted to be one like humans.

That’s why, you promised that someday if you’re able to be, you’ll set a time where all of them can go out and experience how is it like to move around freely among humans without any fear inflicted to them.

Out of everyone in this dorm, what piqued your interest was Jeongyeon working something on the kitchen. It is 11AM and the perfect time to start making lunch, since Jeongyeon is the chef around this group and they’re 9 of them… which was now added by your presence here that makes it 10, you felt a bit of pity seeing Jeongyeon cook a large amount of food to satisfy 10 stomachs.

That’s why you got up and joined Jeongyeon in the kitchen, peeking at the food she’s preparing. “Oh, hey Jeong number 2. Hungry?” She asked while not looking at you, instead she was busy chopping some vegetables on the board.

“A little bit. And wow, what did you just called me? Jeong number 2?” You looked at the back of her head with a perplexed expression.

“Yeah. Because I’m the first Jeong in this house. And I will always be the number one.” She said boastfully, dropping her knife just so she can point her thumb at herself and smirk.

“Ain’t gonna argue with that.” You chuckled and shrugged. Jeongyeon laughed afterwards.

“Would you mind letting me help you around?” You asked. 

“Why, you’re bored?” 

“Kinda.”

“Hmm, or you shy to get along with them?”

“T-that’s not it, I just don’t know any topic to start with them.” You defended. “And just look at them, they seemed very invested on whatever they’re looking at their phones right now.”

“Alright, as you wish. Help me place all of these there on the pan.” She said as she handed you a plate filled with chopped vegetables. 

“Nice.” You accepted and poured it down there where she instructed.

“Hey, noona. Would you mind asking me this? Are you used now on cooking such a large food that is good for 9 people… or guess I could say, 10?”

“9, yes. But 10? Ugh, why did you have to be here. Now you gave me a tougher task to do.” She said, sighing. You gawked at her complain and felt like you stepped back, offended.

“Oh wow. That’s why? Okay, fine I’m heading out-”

“Hahaha just kidding.” She laughed again. Hearing her crack out a laughter is boosting your mood further. “I’m already used to this. I’ve been living with them for 20 decades and more already. I’ve cooked through any methods, any types of stove through every generation and never once I felt tired or forced doing this. Because this is for us. To not get starved. Feeding them is like my responsibility as the second oldest in the group.”

“Yeah you’re right.” The only thing you responded at her accurate answer. “But I just want to… you know, apologize still that now you have another person to feed-”

“Nah, don’t.” Jeongyeon insisted. “Have you forgotten that I’m one of the girls here who voted to keep you here in the house? Why should I be against of including on you the food I prepare everyday? You’re now one of us, so better be also adding you on what we consume just to survive everyday… well except for the blood.” Jeongyeon stated the obvious, bouncing her eyebrows and stretching her lips.

“Well, that’s good to hear. Thanks for that, noona.” You smiled as you monitored the pot she’s cooking.

“Why are you so soft-spoken today? Did Mina do something on you that made you this fluff?” She asked with a playful glare. 

“W-what do you mean? No, nothing.” You answered perplexedly. “What does it have to do with Mina anyway?”

“Well, she’s the softest and kindest member in our group. I just had a thought that hanging around with her… you know, might be making your heart melt. And it results… to how you act with me today.” Jeongyeon says as she twirls the knife as she points it at you.

“She was just thankful that I accompanied her yesterday. Well, especially since the one we met gives off some suspicious aura, I could say.” 

“I thought you and her just went to the orphanage yesterday? Who is the one you are talking about?”

“Well the boss of the loan sharks that the kids got scammed for borrowing money for visited the place yesterday, he apologized for what his men have done so he was the one who came by himself to request… but kindly this time… to pay for the borrowed money. Then, Mina volunteered to be the one to do it.”

“Ahh. I mean even after all these decades we are still not familiar enough to how people act in front of us since we spent most of our lives hiding. I think it’s natural for Mina to act like that… and maybe you, because you’re a scaredy cat.”

“Excuse me?” 

“Hehe joke.” Jeongyeon laughed again. You took a note in your mind that you’ll prepare for some comebacks to tease this woman in revenge. For now, you’ll just allow her to make a trip out of you. “I mean you just had youf alertness intact in case Mina would need it. You probably sensed it too that whoever that person is, acting weirdly in front of Mina, you are just concerned for her.”

“I am. And will always be also for the rest of you.”

Jeongyeon smiled and awwed. She ruffled my hair swept you aside gently to face the food she’s currently cooking. “We’ll be there for you too, my number 2.”

You blushed a little at what she called you. You watched her from behind, your heart suddenly pounding  as you felt flattered. You walked near from her and watched the food she’s mixing from her shoulder.

“Smells good.” You commented. Jeongyeon gulped on the other hand, she knew her back is just inches away from leaning onto your chest. Your face is just beside her head and what you just said had her misintepret if you’re also referring to how she smells.

“T-thanks…” She stammered. 

“For sure there must be someone who helps you still on cooking. Who among here assist you the most?”

“Mostly it’s Jihyo, but currently she’s upstairs busy folding all the clothes she washes yesterday.” She said. “The rest, I don’t want to be harsh but I don’t want our place to be set on fire.”

Both of you laughed a lot. You walked away from her. Jeongyeon was relieved and breathed comfortably again. You cleaned the counter where she prepared the garnishes. “By the way, when can I start working for you?”

“Oh yeah, about that. We’ll do it on Monday.” She said. “You can use the salary I’ll give to you for yourself, since you want to still make a living out of yourself and not just rely on us.”

“Yeah. Thanks, again noona.”

“Okay. The food’s about to be done. Tell the girls to come on the dining table now.” 

“Aye aye.” You replied as you left the kitchen and called the girls for a while before returning to Jeongyeon and help her serve the food.

Meanwhile, Nayeon and Tzuyu went upstairs. Tzuyu joined Nayeon who is the only one supposed to call Jihyo from her room since she has to grab something from her room too.

As they reached the bedroom, the door was slightly ajar. They were about to open it wider when Tzuyu paused Nayeon from doing so, and they both noticed what’s going on inside.

Jihyo was sitting on her bed, folded clothes around her but what captured their eyes more was the familiar black box seated beside her.  Her head was hanging low, as if she’s looking or reading something.

But Tzuyu and Nayeon both know what their leader is holding, and it made them sad just by looking at their friend being like this again.

Tzuyu nodded which gave Nayeon the signal to knock twice. It made Jihyo frantic to return the thing from the box. They were about to speak but the last thing they caught was her hand sweeping on her cheek for a moment there.

“Uhm, Jihyo. The food is ready downstairs. Join us there, okay?” Nayeon said.

“Yeah, I’ll just return all of these back in the closet.” Jihyo responded. As she faced them after standing up from the bed, she saw their concerned faces. 

“Unnie, are you okay?” Her beloved maknae asked her with care. Jihyo’s frown changed into a small smile.

“I am. Thanks, Tzuyu-ah.”

Later that night, Chaeyoung and Momo were eating ice cream in their respective cups as they sit on the stairs together. Them along with Jihyo who is comfortably sleeping on her room and Mina and Tzuyu who are on the other room playing games are the only ones who are seperated from the group gathered in the living room.

Not oblivious to the scene near them, especially when it is the one that attracts their attention the most. They are silently eating as they watch you getting along with Nayeon, Jeongyeon, Dahyun, and Sana as they all watch a horror movie about vampires. You requested for them to criticize how the actors portray them as vampires if its accurate or not.

Chaeyoung and Momo lost count of how many times they’ve laughed and exchanged conversation with one another, and surprisingly only one of them finds this irritating.

“Look at him, he already seems to grow fond with them.” Momo finally spoke and entered a topic for them to discuss. Their eyes are glued at you looking shocked when Nayeon slapped you in the shoulder while she’s laughing out loud. “It’s weird to see the girls this happy with another person around that wasn’t our kind, let alone a male one.”

Chaeyoung remains silent but when Momo heard her groan and hiss her tongue in annoyance of mentioning Jeonghoon, it was clear enough for her that the latter still doesn’t feel the same as what the girls are now developing for the young man.

“That manipulative bitch.” Chaeyoung curses. “I got to give it to him, he’s an expert of controlling others and make like a fool for him. But what irks me is that its my friends he’s been doing that for.”

“You know what, Chaeng.” Momo pauses as she scoops another ice cream and puts it in her mouth. “I ghotva agrhe wh-” 

“Will you please swallow it first before you speak, unnie. I ain’t no listening to your gibberish mouth being full like that.” Chaeyiung rolled her eyes and winces at her.

Momo followed, signalling her to wait before she did what she had told at. “Hehe. Sorry. As I was saying, I think I have to admit that he’s starting to become a part of us.”

“What did you say?”

“It wasn’t that bad of a decision to accept Jeonghoon into our family. There, my point.” Momo reiterates. 

Chaeyoung furrowed her eyebrows closer. “No way, don’t tell me… you’re also rooting for him now?” She stares at Momo who remains poker face. “I thought you hate her as much as I do.”

“I do. I hate him too, but look at them. Can’t you still hate him when in fact he’s making the girls happy, as much as we want them to be?” Momo replies. “Chaeng, let’s be honest here. We all wanted someone who is willing to accept who we are. A human, I must say. For us to be friends with, and it seems that Jeonghoon might be that person we’re looking for after all these long time.” 

“All of us think one important thing right here, and that is for us to enjoy our lives and be safe. Look at them, have you seen them like that? I mean, we also had a great time together, but wasn’t it that beautiful to see them still being like that… but with somebody who isn’t even one of us.”

“And where are you going with this one?” Chaeyoung asked.

“It wouldn’t hurt for us to create a connection with Jeonghoon. What if… he’s actually not the type of person you think of?” 

Chaeyoung rubs her head stressfully. “I thought this ice cream would hurt my brain but again, it’s about him. Unnie, have you all forgotten that Jeonghoon has been here for only almost a week yet?! You guys already trust him with that short period of time!”

“Don’t spin my words, Chaeng. I didn’t say that we have to trust, we just have to give him a chance.” Momo slightly raised her voice in a whispery tone. 

“But it’s so obvious that you’re going through there!” 

Chaeyoung and Momo stares down at each other, the Japanese woman wearing a defensive expression while the younger Korean plasters a frustrated one.

“I can’t believe we have to argue at something I thought we would both share a similar opinion for.” Chaeyoung expresses her disappointment.

“I’m sorry, Chaeng.” Momo took the last remaining spoonfuls of ice cream in her cup. “I just feel that we’re going to get tired being like this, trying to stop the inevitable of having to get close with Jeonghoon. And if that’s what the girls want for us to do soon, I have no other choice but to oblige.”

Chaeyoung shook her head as they went back on looking at what’s happening in the living room. Dahyun and Sana were trying to scare Jeonghoon as if they’re impersonating how the acting of them as a vampire is being performed on the TV.

“You guys were blinded at the anticipation of having to meet a human who would accept us, that all of you have forgotten the one thing that had kept us together in the first place for over three decades.” Chaeyoung bluntly said.

“And for that to not be wasted like that…” Momo looks at her, both curious and concerned for Chaeyoung. She knows that she understands also Chaeyoung’s argument, it’s just that this girl has been focusing more on the negative side than the positive.

“I will be the one who will volunteer to get rid of Jeonghoon once the times comes that I have to prevent us from suffering.” Chaeyoung then stands up and descends through the steps to bring her used cup to the dishes while Momo just sighs heavily at her hardheaded friend.

Meanwhile, you had to share your focus of watching the horror movie being played on the TV with the two hyperactive individuals sitting beside you. 

A jumpscare was just shown on the TV and it made Nayeon create a defeaning scream that made Jeongyeon cover her ears, while you winced along with Dahyun who contorts her face and Sana who just hid on your shoulder.

“Well, looks like you girls finally encountered an effective one.” You chuckled as you watched all of their shook reactions.

“Meh. I can even do better than that.” Jeongyeon said, remaining calm after the nightmarish scene that was shown in the screen.

“Oh, it didn’t got through noona too, I guess.” You said impressively. “It wasn’t that scary too, my heart rather jumped when Nayeon noona screamed so loud.”

“Yah, you almost broke my eardrums you stupid.” Jeongyeon flicked her finger on Nayeon’s forehead which caused her to exclaim an ‘ouch’.

“Sorry, okay! I thought this film is just going to be hilarious from start to finish.” Nayeon apologizes as she rubs the spot where Jeongyeon’s flick landed.

“I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep peacefully tonight with this.” Dahyun said as she grips your arm tightly with her shivering hands.

“Yeah, me too. I think I need someone to join me on the bed tonight.” Sana agreed. She rubs your other arm and looked at you as she lays her head atop of your shoulder, basically cuddling it at this point. “Can you help me with that, Jeonghoonie?”

“Ah-eh, me?” You asked confusedly, meeting Sana’s puppy eyes. “But-”

“But I need my dongsaeng more! I think he would rather be with me.” Dahyun pouts as she looks at you. “I’m too scared to be alone, Hoonie.”

“Uhh-”

“Dahyun moves too might when she sleeps, you might get disturbed.” Sana fights back. You have started to notice that the two are exchanging turns to create reasons why they are the deserving ones to claim you for tonight. “Unlike me, I’m a good girl in the bed, Jeonghoonie. Would you like me… to… show it… just how obedient I am?” You felt chills when her fingertips traced along your chest as her gaze changed from cuteness to something… seducive.

“No! I know that look, Sana-unnie. You’ll just gonna do something to him!” Dahyun pulls you close to her. “Unnie is speaking lies, don’t listen to him. Don’t you get bored sleeping here in the couch? You can stay with me for now if you want.”

“I’m not thinking whatever you’re thinking, Dahyun-ah!” Sana retorts. She also pulls your arm, making your body almost bumo back to her. “We’re going to have a good time together, Jeonghoon. What do you say, wanna give it… a try?” She smirks and winks before she glares back at Dahyun who is gasping at her actions.

You gulped at the sudden change of Sana’s aura. Although you don’t want to ignore her, you couldn’t resist her charms, as well as Dahyun’s cuteness, but it seems like this isn’t a good idea at all, since this is now becoming to start into a fight you don’t want to be part of.

“Hoonie wants me!” Dahyun grunts as she pulls you again to her.

“G-girls… calm down-”

“No, he’s mine!” Sana tugs you back.

“Never!”

“Girls wait! Uhh- stop pulling me”

“In your dreams!”

“HEY, BOTH OF YOU QUIT IT!” Jeongyeon scolds the two which immediately made them silent and stop using you as a human tug of war rope. “Jihyo is going to be awake because of your noises. You girls want to feel her wrath when she goes down here?”

“S-sorry unnie.” Both Sana and Dahyun responded, bowing their heads down.

“Now get off from him. Jeez, Jeonghoon may have become dizzy because of shaking him back and forth with your possessive antics!” Nayeon joins the second eldest sister of the group from disciplining these two clingy girls.

She goes near from you and massaged your head. “Are you okay, Jeonghoon?”

“Y-yeah, I’m good. Thanks for the save, noona.” You said. “And to you two, Sana and Dahyun noona. Even if I agree, I don’t think Jihyo would agree with that idea. It’s not good to sleep with a man and a woman together in one bed if they aren’t… close enough.” You tightlipped. “Sorry, noonas.”

“It’s fine, we’re sorry too Hoonie.” Dahyun replied.

“Yeah, you’re right anyway. Don’t worry, sorry also for forcing you Jeonghoon.” Sana smiled. 

“What’s gotten into you girls anyway?” Jeongyeon chuckled. 

“Just sleep together as usual. Leave our poor dongsaeng alone, is that right Jeonghoon?” Nayeon said in a baby-ish tone as she wraps her arms around the your neck and laid her chin on top of your head. To your surprise, you had your hand grasping Nayeon’s wrists as she gently rattles you.

“Y-yeah. It is.” You smiled as Nayeon peeks from your side, awaiting for your reply. Dahyun and Sana spotted that blush you’re having in your cheeks after you felt Nayeon’s contact on you. They both looked at each other, defeatedly at their own dare they have arranged to each other earlier.

FLASHBACK

“How about this, what if we try to flirt with Jeonghoon, and one of us should get what his heart prefers.” Sana shares her idea.

“What’s with the sudden dare? Do you have a crush with him, unnie?” Dahyun furrowed her eyebrows.

“Huh? N-no, I don’t! I’m just bored, I guess. I want to try if my charms work also on guys like him.” Sana denied.

“So you find him cute?”

“Well yes, but don’t think differently.” Sana admits. “I know you are as well, Dahyun-ah.”

“E-eh? I mean… he’s nice-looking, but like what you said, don’t turn it the other way.” Dahyun also confesses. “Okay, I’m in. And if one of us lose then what do we do?”

“She will reveal our dare before Jeonghoon reaches his first month of staying here. Deal?”

“Challenge accepted.” Dahyun grins as she accepts Sana’s handshake.

Back to the present time, they both sigh and felt hilarious at themselves for both losing. Facing the consequences, they have to do what they agreed on soon.

Watching from the distance, Momo felt a slight pang of jealousy in her heart for her friends already gotten comfortable being around Jeonghoon.

Few more hours have passed, and all of them already felt the call of exhaustion for them to go to sleep on their rooms, except for Mina who stayed up awake still after a long grind of playing her favorite video game on computer.

She switched it off and rearranged the chair back under the desk. She reopened the lights and when she turned around, her large collection of all the souvenirs and displays of her favorite characters from various genre and sources greeted her sight.

Her heart suddenly took the control on her body movements, and she just found herself slowly walking forward through the shelves that covers up the walls of half of her room. 

She looked around, her lips curved into a smile, and a memory played on her head as she reminisce the story behind how she got the most remarkable gift she ever had in her life which none of her self-bought things would compare at its value.

“Look who it is, our penguin has finally woke up~” Her father cooed as he and his wife saw young Mina exit her bedroom, rubbing her eyes and yawning 

“I told you already, sweetheart. Staying up late isn’t good for your age. It’s already 10 in the morning.” Her mother scolded her gently, sipping the coffee on her cup.

“Sorry, mom.”

“Listen to your mother, penguin. We may be vampires but you’re too young. Health is still important, okay?” 

“Yes, papa.” 

“Come here.” Young Mina slowly walked towards her father and he lifted her up to have her sit sideways on his lap. “Do you know what day it is today?”

“Monday?”

Her mother contagiously chuckled and Papa Myoui reacted the same way. “Correct, but… what I mean is, well tell me the date today.”

“Papa, cmon I’m just kidding. It’s March 24, and-”

“You silly penguin, how dare you fool your old man!” Papa Myoui tickled Young Mina on her sides, which made the latter elicit laughters. “Happy Birthday, our Minari. You’re growing up very fast.”

“Thank you, papa.”

“And because it’s your special day today, we have a present for you.” Mina looked at her mother who is smirking and bounced her eyebrows at her husband who seems to get her signal. 

Mama Myoui reached below the table and unveiled an average sized rectangular box wrapped in paper. 

“Woah, a gift… and it looks the biggest one I have so far!” Mina said as she gasped at the size of the wrapped gift placed on the table.

“Well go on, sweetheart. Open it up to see what’s inside.”

They let Mina tear apart the wrapping until it slowly unveils of what it seems to be a box containing a figurine of-

“ASTRO BOY!!!”

Both Mama and Papa Myoui laughed when Mina immediately takes out Astro Boy and hugged him tightly. They both know that their daughter considers Astro Boy as her favorite fictional character. She loves him so much that he is the reason why Mina stays up late at night just to read the volumes of his manga.

“He looks fantastic!” Mina looks at it proudly and then went at her parents. “Thank you so much, mom and dad!”

“Anything for you, penguin. We want this to be the best birthday you’ll ever have.”

The flashback ends and Mina blinks rapidly as she returns back to her senses. She founds herself touching the glass of the shelf containing Astro Boy. Up to this day, March 24, 1963 remains as the best birthday she ever had.

Because not only she received the best gift ever, but it was also given and she celebrated that day with her parents, which unfortunately will never happen again.

Mina felt her chest tighten and gave Astro Boy one last look before she smiles painfully and left her room with a towel. 

She went downstairs, and there she saw you sleeping peacefully in the couch. She head towards the bathroom where she took a quick half bath and some skin care on her face.

As she was about to return back to her room, her curiousity led her again step onto the living area and stand beside on the couch where she views your sleeping posture.

Mina smiles at how cute and comfortable you look while you rest. While she watches, she remembered your conversation with her back at the orphanage, on why she loves children and why she thinks the possibility of having one for herself is impossible.

She expressed her thoughts of insecurity to herself and for other people she might surround herself with. 

She may not say this to you directly, but Mina admits to herself that she is still not 100% ready to meet and get along with humans.

But since meeting and knowing you, through the impression you’ve been giving her so far with your personality, hope arises inside that is persuading her to reconsider the decision and beliefs she already set in life that prevents the possible beautiful changes in her future to happen.

“Guide me as much as I want to follow you, Jeonghoon.” Mina whispers before she leaves you alone again to get some much-needed sleep of her own.

The next day, you and Mina left the penthouse to visit the address of Mr. Jin Hayoung’s whereabouts. Before that, she requested for the both of you to stop first on a bank as she’s has to withdraw all of the money she needs to pay from her account. 

With the payment now prepared, you have arrived at the designated location after following the route to get through there. Mina wore her hoodie jacket as you came out first to shed her under the umbrella. Both of you then looked upstairs to view the towering skyscraper that belongs to that certain businessman they’re about to meet.

“I have an arranged meeting with Mr. Jin Hayoung. Where can I find him?” Mina asked to the help clerk on the booth.

“Give me a second, maam. I’ll just going to inform him. Can you state your name please?” The clerk lady asked politely as she grabbed the telephone.

“Myoui Mina.” 

“Okay, maam.” She dialed the phone and the other one on the end of line picks it up.

“Good morning, boss. Do you have a scheduled meeting today with Ms. Myoui Mina? She says she has to see you for some matter. Y-yes, sir. ” The clerk then nodded afterwards. “Got it, sir. Thank you.”

She dropped the phone and looked back at you and Mina. “You may now go, maam.” 

“Sure-”

“But Mr. Hayoung requested that it has to be only you.” 

Mina paused and looked at you who got concerned for a while. The thought of leaving her side as she faces that man alone made you feel uneasy for her. The reason why you joined her is the first place is something that is being restricted right now for the two of you to do.

“Mina, will you be alright?”

“I am. Maybe it’s a personal or a private matter to discuss. You’ll wait outside, okay?” 

“Mr. Hayoung’s office is in 5th floor.”

“Thank you.” Mina bowed before she proceeded to walk through the elevator to bring yourselves up through the mentioned area.

A large door with the namecard of Mr. Jin Hayoung at the end of the hallway stopped your tracks. As she was about to enter, instructed you something to do.

“Give me your phone.”

“Pardon?”

“Quick!”

You handed the new phone that was given to you by Jeongyeon. Mina placed her number and she inputted yours on each other’s contacts. 

“Stay here and keep yourself alert with this. I’m going to call you in case I need help. I’ll hide this on my back pocket.”

“Noted.”

“Will you be okay here?”

“Yeah. I can wait for you.” 

Mina smiled and opened the door. A light has greeted her eyes and she squinted at the sight of it. She almost felt nervous having exposed to it but thankfully the room is sealed with window panes, blocking her from the actual source from the sun. 

As the light faded and uncovering her eyes, the figure of Mr. Jin Hayoung appeared in front of her, sitting on his office chair managing some papers.

He sensed a presence from his distance, approaching him. Hayoung discreetly smirked.

“Good morning, thank you for really putting an effort to allow yourself come in my building Miss Mina. Nice to meet you again.” He said with an enthusiastic tone.

“Me too, Mr. Jin.”

“I’m sorry if it brought some hassle of you coming in here,but hey let’s go right ahead. The one we talked about.” 

“It’s here with me.” Mina pulled something from her shoulder bag. It was a pack of cash inside an envelope. “The exact amount. You can give it a double check.”

“It’s not that I don’t trust but I definitely will. We can’t waste a single penny nowadays, am i right? Money is just that too damn important.” Mina hummed and nodded. 

Hayoung grabbed some cutter and halted for a second before proceeding to cut the covered lid. As the tip about to reach the end, he quickly slashed it and accidentally cut his fingertip in the process, causing it to blood enermously.

“Ah shit! Tsk tsk.” Hayoung immediately covered his fingers as it started to release blood that it even crawled through his other hand and drop some on the desk. 

“A-are you okay, Mr. Jin?”

“Y-yeah, I just… had my finger sliced but it’s just a wound that’s all.” Hayoung said.

Mina nodded. However, her eyes are fixated on Hayoung’s bloody finger. She began to smell the aroma of its freshness, causing her to feel her body getting colder and shivering. Her throat is gulping on its own, and her face twitches as she tries to clench her jaw from getting responsive to the blood.

“No, n-not now.” Mina muttered to herself as she remained frozen and staring wide eyed at Hayoung who is now grabbing some first aid from his desk.

“Are you okay there, Mina?” Hayoung asked. She didn’t received no response. Meanwhile, you were standing outside keeping the phone on your ear and noticed that Hayoung is asking if Mina is okay, causing you to get worried a bit.

Hayoung slowly rolled his eyes upward while bowing his head to sneakily observe Mina avoiding the gaze of him getting bloodied. As soon as he heard him elicit loud sniffs as she constantly rubs her nose, his eyes then squinted and straightened his lips.

“There it is.” Hayoung whispered fascinatingly he finally confirmed that Mina is something he curiously wonders about since few days ago when they met for the first time: a possible ghost from the past.

As he was about to touch the button underneath his desk, Mina’s bag fell from her shoulder, she picks it up and while curled into a ball, she said it quick to the phone.

“Get in here, please.”

You heard it and without any hesitation, you sprung out of the door at the same time when Hayoung pressed the button, unbeknownst that it just sent a signal for an impending danger about to strike.

[hexedwinchester]

Supernatural S03E16 No Rest For The Wicked

Sam looks so hopeful in the beginning of this episode

Dean is only ever honest when he is close to death and you know what? This is the Dean I like. Honest to admit he is scared and doesn't wanna die, so human, so vulnerable. I'd trade the Devil-may-care Dean for this one any day

Ok, the creepy face Jared has to make!! I wanna see bloopers and how many takes it took to get it right

gonna go with Dean on this one. I've said it previously, his instinct are quite right. Either because he sees the world in black and white or because he has a lot more hunting experience than Sam

Ruby: umm.. demon. Manipulative is kinda in the job description.

Sam, baby, she told you the truth and still got you. My gullible baby

i must say.. Dean threw a punch at Ruby and sure as hell didn't expect to get two back in the jaw 🤣🤣

Bobby: do I look like a ditchable prom date to you?

Sam, nervously: no, Bobby, of course not 🤣🤣

When Bobby confronted Dean about hallucinations, Sam is hurt that Dean didn't tell him but you know what? He didn't bitch about it like Dean would have

You don't understand, Jared Padalecki attempting to sing Dead or Alive off key is so precious to me!!

Bobby to Dean: you're almost Hell's bitch..so.. you can see Hell's other bitches🤣🤣

You know how I say Sera Gamble writes the best Sam, Ben Edlund writes best Dean? You know who Kripke writes the best? Bobby! 🤣🤣

So, Lilith on a vacation acts bratty and terrorizes families as a bratty child?

How did Ruby get out of the devil's trap?? Seriously?? How?!

question for the masses: in regards to point #3 in my list, how sure are we that when Dean saw Sam's face distort into something ugly, it was in fact a hallucination and not due to the fact that Sam has demon blood in him (from Azazel)?

on the agenda for today: how do we sexually assaulted Sam? Force a kiss from Lilith

Lilith to Sam: Your lips are soft (every Sam girl out there: you bet they are!)

I've seen Dean die a thousand times before (thank you very much, Trickster) but nothing tops this Hellhound death. The Hellhound ripped him apart and it is still one of the difficult scenes to watch tbh. Poor Dean.

so im guessing Lilith's powers didn't work on Sam because he is Lucifer's vessel?

Sad to imagine, Sam carrying Dean's torn body, bleeding trails of blood all the way to the car and burying it.

I'm gonna appreciate Jared's ugly crying because it feels real and vulnerable. Thank you for your service

The Hell scene is equally terrifying especially knowing how physically painful it was for Jensen IRL

[aviangrian]

ITS THE ANON FROM EARLIER HI!!! but OHHHH my GOD???? YOU STILL HAVE SO MUCH OF THE STORY LEFT??? im actually SO scared 😭😭😭😭😭😭 soo much can happen in just 5 chapters........... and that makes me Worried. but also your quote about how part of grian opening up to scar was because of how scar let him do it in his own time and his own terms was just UGHHHHH. they make me so ill i love them. like obviously all scar wants to do is help and hes very respectful, so he respects grian being a bit secretive/mysterious abt his backstory and is very patient, and lets grian come to him when he is ready...

but i also feel like another part of scar waiting for grian to open up whenever he was ready is that it was just... Inevitable? no one has given scar ANYTHING to go off of. not even bread crumbs before his talk with grian in chapter 6... LIKE ESPECIALLY IN CHAPTER 3??? i saw a comment about how it felt like they were testing scar anout what to do with grian and honestly i?? Kinda see it??? like all scar wants to do is HELP but NO ONES THROWING HIM ANYTHING!!!! i have SO many feelings about chapter 3 its actually wild... but i can just *read* scars conflict in the chapters and its just ☹️☹️ like even after 12 weeks you would think theyd give him atleast something,,, that obviously doesnt overstep grians boundaries ofc. like i get how they arent saying anything because its grians story to tell, but i just wanna know what happens already!!!!!

i feel like there will be so much scar and grian angst during the time of these 5 chapters and im SO WORRIED. that tag of angst with a happy ending is making me SO FUCKING SCARED RNNN 😭😭😭😭😭 if something bad happens between them i will Sob... like i feel like one of those cartoon characters where the character is looking nervous and is rapidly biting their fingernails

but also holding onto the hope that scar Will eventually get p1 in one of the races during these 5 upcoming chapters. PRAYING FOR MY BOY 😭😭😭 someone give that guy a p1!!!!!! or at least a spot on the podium!!!!!

anyways i didnt even notice i started rambling again... this story just has me in an absolute chokeholddd,,, I HOPE UR DAY IS GOING GOOD THOUGH LMAOOO!!! good luck on your exams!!!!!! i hope ur semester treats you well 😢😢😢

i do have a lot left! we’re barely at the summer break so yeah, it’s going to be a long 5 chapters. keep angst with a happy ending! it’ll be okay for them. eventually ;)

ch 3 was not the kindest to scar! he’s new in a situation where so much has been established from a time before he even had a contract. texting him in that ch is a good way of putting it: while joel and others may be trusting, there’s still a level of unease going around.

scar being so patient is a big part of why grian even begins trusting him. he knew scar was going to stick around just because he’s joel’s teammate, but i think he was surprised when he felt his own walls go down. it’s why he’s so confused in ch 6. while he struggles w being vulnerable and open, scar does it so easily w him.

i love your rambling anon! i love talking about my story and i get to ramble in return lol. your asks are so sweet, thank you anon 🩷🫶

[littlecrittereli]

Wanted to doodle some comfort bros to balance out the angst of my recent posts lol

Hey pookies! Just wanted to say I really appreciate all the love and support I've been receiving lately for Decoded! I always love your comments/asks/fanart/memes, it genuinely has been bringing me so much joy and I'm so grateful for it <3

I know I said I had a lot of art to post (and then proceeded to post none of it LOL) I'm just a little overwhelmed rn with some life stuff so sorry for the wait! I also have a lot asks that I haven't gotten to and I apologize for that as well!

Trying my best to keep up, but I haven't had a lot of time recently. Art's gonna be a little delayed, but don't worry Chapter 8 is still gonna come out this Saturday as scheduled!

[moeblob]

Impulsively shoving a guy's hand in your mouth after having the thought "oh just like when my little sister used to prick herself on a rose thorn" and then immediately being treated like a pet who ate something they shouldn't have? Wonderful. Thank you, Thane.

(also not pictured is Thane apparently trying to scrape your tongue with his hand BEFORE pouring the holy water down your throat because NO. BAD.)